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fuckmyskywalker · 9 months

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Pussy pleaser — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.

— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)

Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.

Especially when it comes to you.

After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking.

But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more.

Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.

Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness.

Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize.

Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room.

“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”

The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager.

The second time, it was the same.

Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you.

Sure, to you.

Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

There's always a breaking point though.

Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.

“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven.

“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”

Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off.

Almost as if he wasn't talking to you.

Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.

“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together.

“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance.

“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.

Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.

“…Are you talking to my pussy?”

Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?

“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated.

“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you.

Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention.

“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.

Giving him that look.

And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy.

He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless.

“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”

“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”

One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.

“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”

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beenbaanbuun · 1 month

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pussy drunk w/ mingi

back on my munch!mingi shit… send help

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no one is as insane about pussy drunk mingi as i am… swear to god mingi has just been on my mind all day and i need to get my thoughts off my chest.

like i fully believe that this man always goes into it believing he’s going to be strong. pull one, maybe two orgasms out of you with his mouth before moving on and sticking his cock in you. he’s not going to get carried away… not this time!

but then he actually gets in between your legs and he can see your pretty pussy squeezing around nothing, pushing your clear juices out of you. he watches the way they dribble down your slit, slicking up your pussy and the inside of your thighs, and this man just groans; he knows he’s already lost the battle.

he dives in, starting off with soft kisses and tiny little kitten licks to your clit, but his head is already hazy, and with the best will in the world, this man already knows he’s fucked. all it takes is for the first moan to slip from your lips and he’s thinking, fuck it. maybe next time he’ll be stronger. maybe next time he’ll be able to stop the way his big hands land on your hips as he licks a wide stripe up your slit. maybe next time he’ll be able to resist slipping into the desperate state of mind he always does when your pussy is in his mouth.

he’s messy with it after that. absolutely nothing is calculated, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good. it absolutely does, from the way he sloppily makes out with your folds to the way he probes your hole with his tongue. he clearly knows how to please you, even if the only thing on his mind right now is his own pleasure. maybe it’s just his passion, or maybe he’s just naturally gifted.

and sometimes, he’ll even manhandle you and push you into your front. no particular reason, but he likes having something to ground him and you being face down, ass up gives his hands perfect access to your ass cheeks. his huge hands are just cupping them, massaging and squeezing and smacking as he literally devours you. sometimes he’ll dig his nails in to the soft flesh, adding just the perfect amount of pain to make you tense up and squeeze out even more of your juices for mingi to slurp up.

not that he has a preference whether you’re on your front or your back; either way, you know that he’s having the time of his life with his face deep in your pussy. you can tell by the sounds he makes. obscene slurping sounds fill the room, punctuated by a mixture of deep groans and out-of-character high pitched moans. your own pretty whines can barely be heard over mingi’s desperate cries, but you don’t care; the fact that mingi is audibly enjoying it just as much as you only adds to your pleasure.

speaking of pleasure, mingi gets his from rutting desperately against the mattress like a bitch in heat. he’s rock hard from the moment he started, but he can’t bear to pull his mouth away for long enough to slip his dick inside of you, so the bed sheets will have to do. he’s always quick to cum, and even quicker to get hard again. the poor boy is always practically crying from overstimulating himself by the time he’s finished with your pussy; it’s not his fault you make him so painfully stiff.

but it’s not just himself he seems intent on overstimulating; he always pushes you to your very limits too. it’s never intentional, and it’s always just him getting lost in the moment and filled up with pathetic desperation for just more but it’s safe to say he won’t be stopping until you’re desperately pushing him away. you’ll be whining and kicking your feet and desperately pushing at his head, and all of a sudden he’ll snap out of his hunger and slip back into reality, sheepishly pulling away as if he hadn’t been behaving like a starving man seconds prior.

“too much?” he always asks as he pulls away. he always prays that you never say ‘yes’, and to this day you haven’t. it’s a good thing; he never wants to push you too far, even though he could quite happily sit between your thighs for days if you let him. he’s happy to just lie by your side with you slowly dropping to sleep in his arms for now, though. you need a rest, and now that he thinks about it, he’s pretty sure his jaw does too. even smiling aches now, but he can’t help himself as he watches you tuck yourself into his chest, soft snores leaving your lips.

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cdragons · 3 months

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Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You - Part 3

Previous Part

Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton. But goddamn, Oliver Quick was a fucking close runner-up.

Warnings- MDNI 18+, slight mention of blood, sexual harassment, Felix is delulu and kind of a pig, Reader just wants some fucking peace, Michael is Michael and the best, Oliver is Oliver (the worst)

Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who commented and reblogged! I didn't expect this story to gain so many readers, and this was a challenging chapter to write - but only because there were some scenes I couldn't add because it would have gotten too long otherwise.

If there was a God out there, you prayed for the coming term to be as wonderful as this holiday had been for you.

You really wanted to kick yourself in the pants for making such a fucking cheesy wish at night watching the stars with Michael.

Right now, you were leaning to rest your head against a bookshelf in a slant position. You had a splitting migraine that began from the moment you woke up and worsened with nausea from your tutorial. And you couldn’t even go back to your dorm for the rest of the day because your lab course for your gen-ed didn’t allow for absences.

“What’d she do now?” came a voice on your right.

You looked to the right and were blinded by a white and blue-striped button-down shirt with short sleeves tucked into a pair of tan khaki pants.

Your knight-in-silver-framed glasses, Michael Gavey, everyone.

All the guy was missing was a pocket protector with pens and tape wrapped around the bridge, and he would have matched every bullied kid in every high school movie set in the 80s.

You turned around to lean your back against the bookshelves and slowly lowered yourself until your butt was parallel to your feet. Blowing the stray hairs out of your face, you remembered to take deep breaths to prevent you from blowing up at your only friend.

“No,” you sighed, “well – yes, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Do you love your classes? Yes. Was Daria Martin still your art teacher, and did she still like you? Yes. Are the rest of your teachers mostly assholes that think all Americans are Appalachian hill-billies? Also, yes. But were you still not excelling and scoring in the top ten after every exam? Naturally, no doubt about it.

But were you as invisible and unnoticed as you were before the break came? No. Did anyone with a pulse give you side-eyed glances after your stunt with the 24/7 shit-faced He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named? Pretty much, yes. Did most of your problems come from one mythic bitch in a 5’3” flesh suit that had the ‘Juicy’ logo plastered on her ass? Namely, one in particular, Annabel – who was your assigned student partner in your tutorial.

Was your new name among the student body now “Psycho Bitch”? …Unfortunately, yes.

…Okay, so this term has not been going as well as you had hoped during the break.

Annabel hated you – like hated-HATED you. And you had no idea why.

You were pretty sure you were less than blank air to her last term, but now she was determined to make your life a living hell. Last term, she skipped every other session to do whatever Annabel did. But now, it felt like she came to every tutorial for the opportunity to tear apart your work.

You’re pretty confident she was the one who started your new “name” about a few weeks ago when the weather began to warm up.

It’s not as if you were a stranger to being picked and prodded by the people born with silver spoons on their tongues and blessed with golden-tipped wings. You were a public-school kid from grades K-12 who went to Townsend Harris for those last four years. Townsend Harris High School was a public school, but make no mistake – it was just as full of the same bullshit hierarchy that made up every private school in Manhattan.

"Open the doors to all. Let the children of the rich and the poor take their seats together and know of no distinction save that of industry, good conduct, and intellect."

What crock. You only survived those years because every kid knew that your dad was an NYU professor who knew the Dean of Admissions of Columbia. You couldn’t recall how often you wished you had joined your friends at Flushing High or even Bayside.

However, regardless of the snide snarks and bullshit snickers pointed at you, you were left alone for the most part.

Sure – it sucked; that goes without saying. It was naïve of you to assume that people would grow out of the need for drama once they walked through the ivory doors and marble floors of higher education. It was stupid of you to think that everyone would forget about your outburst at Bodleian while they were getting drunk on the New Year.

And while Annabel was one migraine-inducing problem, she wasn’t the worst part of returning. No, that title belonged to her boyfriend, a whole other can of monkeys.

The worst part – the worst part of EVERYTHING – was how Felix fucking Catton was incapable of just leaving you the hell alone. It was like he had a little antenna sticking out of his head specifically for you whenever the two of you were within a ten-foot radius of him. Everywhere you went, it was as if you had a giant blinking arrow above you screaming, “Felix Catton’s New Toy”!

No, you were less than a toy – you were a joke, a gimmick.

God, you should have just stuck to your original plan and applied to any SUNY school that would have accepted you without even looking at your application.

But no, your good-Samaritan-obsessed college counselor called your parents and complained that you weren’t “putting yourself out there” enough. And now you were over thirty-four hundred miles away from home, stuck with the worst people ever. It was like a thousand tiny prickles were running on your skin as your mind filled with static.

Whenever Felix called out to you, it was to invite you to a party or get wasted. One time, he walked up to you insanely plastered and invited you for a quickie in the men’s bathroom. You were in an empty lecture hall since your usual spot in the library was taken, and Michael was still in class, so you didn’t see the point in trying to find an open spot.

Somehow – without you noticing – the guy plopped himself next to you and asked if there were any rooms in the building where he could smoke a joint in.

“Pretty sure you could open the window in the bathroom to smoke in there,” you replied absentmindedly.

And then he put his hand ON YOUR THIGH, leaned to your ear to whisper, “Wanna get out of here to join me? We don’t have only to get high.”

You grabbed all your shit and booked it – out of the building and all the way to your dorm to take a shower that lasted for around twenty minutes. You wanted to get rid of the smell of nicotine and overpriced aftershave. The scent of him on your skin made you wish you could tear it off.

And in your panic, you left your bike at the building’s entrance.

When you returned to retrieve it, it was after dark, and you recruited Michael as your tall and bony human shield.

“Do not ever walk home alone at night,” your mom told you every morning you left for school.

You tried not to think about the haunted look in her eyes each time she told you.

“Wanna skip the dining hall tonight? We can walk to Crowley Street and order take-out at that Pakistani place you like so much.”

Oh, that perked you right up. Jannahs Express was a broke college student’s paradise. The food was cheap, and the owners took pity on the international students. It was slightly more expensive in the UK, but it was the closest you could find with food on par to Kababish on Broadway in Queens. You stifled a laugh remembering the sight of Michael drinking the entire pitcher of water after you dared him to try a dish at ‘regular.’

“Seriously? Do you think you could take more than ‘English-mild’?” you asked as you stood up. “How did you survive your mom’s cooking for so long? She made us Indian food on our last night.”

“Mum grew up in London, and she had neighbors teach her how to make it the traditional way. You’re the only person who could take that level. Lilypad and I got Dad’s taste buds.”

Choking on your spit from laughing at the image of Gregory Gavey’s face turning firetruck red, you felt the migraine slowly disappear.

“Yeah, I’ll bet. God, I can’t imagine the look on his face when –”

A familiar voice that left a bitter taste in your mouth after hearing interrupted your conversation.

“Hey, (Y/N). Can we talk?”

You and Michael turned your heads to find Oliver Quick – Michael’s former friend, your former acquaintance – and the sight of him soured the mood instantaneously. You narrowed your eyes to dangerous slits to show your displeasure seeing him as one corner of your lip curled to show a sneer. You never liked the guy. There was just something about how he acted and presented himself. He had a profound desperation to impress everyone around him.

So much so that he immediately dropped Michael after becoming Felix Catton’s new pet. As evidenced by the oversized gray zip-up hoodie blanketing him. Felix’s, no doubt.

Fuck, you hated him.

“Ugh, what do you want?” you snapped, taking a bit of pleasure in seeing how your voice made him flinch.

“Look, can we –” his eyes hastily darted to Michael, then you, then behind him to make sure no one was watching him “– can we talk in private?”

Seriously? That’s how he wants to play this?

In the corner of your eye, you saw how tightly Michael clenched his fists. He was obviously still hurt from the time his ex-friend treated him like shit.

Oh, this will not do.

“Oliver,” you snarled as you crossed your arms over your chest, “whatever the hell you have to say to me, you can say in front of Michael.”

“Can you please not do this now?” he begged with pathetic eyes. How very in-character of him.

“Tick tock, Quick. Are you going to talk, or do I have to throw a drink in your face again? But this time, I’ll smash the glass on your face, too.”

Seeing the look on his face gave you almost a perverse sense of joy. Maybe this is why bullies exist.

“Do you think you’ll be at the pub sometime this week?”

What the fuck? Was he serious? His question caught you completely off-guard. You expected him to ask for notes or even help with homework, as his grades have slipped since becoming an official Felix Catton fanboy.

“At the pub – Oliver, when have I drunk alcohol in the entire time we’ve known each other?”

“You’ll turn nineteen this year, right? It’s only illegal if you’re under 18,” he tried to put out convincingly.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. But you’re forgetting the part where I’m still an American citizen. Just because it’s legal for me to vote doesn’t mean it’s okay for me to drink yet.”

“No one cares about that here!” he almost shouted. “Just come with me to the pub at King’s Arms for the next few nights.”

“No fucking way,” you scoffed. “My parents would kill me if they found out I drank on a school night. Also, in case you forgot, we still have our test tomorrow in History. And I, for one, don’t need to get sloshed every night to feel important.”

Michael tugged on your sleeve and nodded at the small crowd forming around you three. You sighed in silence, agreeing that it wasn’t worth it. You both tried to walk away, but you were grabbed and stumbled back, which caused you to drop your books.

“Ow! Are you kidding–” but a wince broke your complaint as Oliver’s hold on your arm tightened to a painful grip. Your eyes traveled to his face, and you were shocked to see the anger shining in his eyes.

“Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?” he grit out. “Are you trying to ruin my life?”

The way his nails dug into your skin made you curse under your breath. Seeing you in pain broke Michael out of his shock at how someone as meek as Oliver Quick could show so much aggression. He rushed to get him off you.

“Are you fucking mental?” he hissed at Oliver once he managed to separate to two of you.

But Oliver’s nail left red scratch marks down to your wrist, even breaking the skin enough to cause little beads of blood to escape. This enraged Michael like you have never seen. Staring at the evidence of his former friend’s clawing, he walked forward and pushed him to the bookshelf before grabbing his shirt with both hands.

“What’s wrong with you?” Michael yelled. “She already said no!”

You wiped the blood off your arm with an old travel tissue pack you stole from the plane you took from JFK to London last summer. God, everyone was staring at you guys now. You needed to find a way to contain the situation. If any staff catches you, all three of you may risk trouble. Trouble that would jeopardize your scholarships. You grabbed Michael’s hands to get him to loosen his grip.

“Look, I’ll hear you out–” you looked around and cringed at everyone’s stares, “–just not here.”

This calmed Oliver’s rage enough to get Michael to let go.

“Okay,” he whispered, “okay – yeah. Let’s go outside.”

The three of you grabbed your shit and quickly exited the library. You went to the same area behind the building with no windows – ergo, no bystanders to gawk at you.

“Okay, we’re outside. Look, I’m sorry about your arm. But can you please just –”

You lifted your hand to stop him.

“Okay, look. I only said I would hear you out to make you and Michael stop fighting,” you stated matter-of-factly. “None of us could afford to get in trouble with the faculty and staff, and it was getting too out-of-hand. Oliver, I am not going to King Arm’s tonight or any night you ask me. I have my own life, so don’t drag me into yours.”

Oliver gaped like a fish for a few seconds before speaking.

“But you have to! Please! If you do, then maybe he’ll –”

“WHO?” you interrupted, shouting. “Who will be there? Who is so important that you act so fucking psycho for five minutes ago?”

This was too much for you to deal with everything on your plate already.

“Cut the vague bullshit already! Why are you desperate for me to be there? It’s so –” You froze as an epiphany struck down you.

Oh, hell fucking no…

“Are you hoping that Felix will be there?” you asked through clenched teeth.

You felt like a volcano ready to blow with his slight nod. And like a volcano – you blew.

“You mean to tell me that you risked all our asses, attacked, and humiliated me for fucking FELIX CATTON?!”

You couldn’t believe it – you couldn’t fucking believe it. Felix Catton took up so much of your life already; once again, he felt it necessary to take more of it for himself.

How much more could one man take? How much more did he want until it was enough?

He had taken so much – more than any person other than yourself had any right to own. Your education, your peace, and what was next? Your body? Your life? Did he intend to bleed you dry of everything like a parasitic vampire he and his kind pretended not to be?

You were going crazy, insane, and running yourself tired all at once. The absurdity of it all made you laugh. You laughed and laughed and laughed until you were gasping for air. You laughed so hard that tears spilled from your eyes as you doubled over.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god! That’s it. Of course, it is. What else could it be?”

Standing straight, you kept laughing, but you were staring at Oliver with an answer clear in your eyes.

“He got bored of you,” you accused him, “didn’t he? So quickly?”

God, how you relished how red his face turned. If you were smart, you would have stopped taunting there – but you were too tired of everything to care.

“It’s been what? A month? Maybe two?” you further pressed. “He really just loves to go through all his toys, huh?”

“(Y/N),” Michael whispered in your ear, “let’s just go.”

He looked at Oliver with disdainful eyes before softening them to look back at you.

“He isn’t worth it. Come on, let’s get your cut cleaned up before we leave.”

You let Michael gently drag you away from the hurricane mess that was Oliver Quick, leaving him to stew in anger and wallow in self-pity on the chilly spring night.

A few days later, you and Michael were walking back to his dorm after watching one of the most notable movie franchises starring one of Hollywood’s best actors.

“How could you not love Pirates of the Caribbean?” you cried. “Johnny Depp is beyond brilliant!”

“Oh, so acting drunk in front of an expensive camera is now considered brilliant?” he quipped back. “Shit, I should have just gone into acting instead.”

“I’m sorry, do you not remember his jar of dirt? That scene was completely improvised, by the way – including his fall.”

“Oh – not the stupid jar of dirt! Lil’ kept buggering me all summer doing that scene after I took her to see it!”

“Oh, I meant to ask. What did Lily think of the books I got for her birthday? Were they weird?”

“Are you kidding? She loved them. She keeps going on about how she wants to be Annabeth for Halloween. Oh, by the way, she’s making me dress up as Luke and wants you to go as Thalia.”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “Seriously?! Yes, let’s do it. I am so in.”

“She is aware that Luke’s the villain, right?”

“Don’t worry about it so much. She wants to share these memories with you. And you are such a good brother, Mikey.”

“I am never going to escape that name with you,” he groaned, “am I?”

“Nope!” you happily confirmed. “Never! When I write my speech at your wedding, I will mention it at least fifteen times.”

“I’ll allow six.”

“Twelve.”

“Ten, take it or leave it.”

“Ten it is. Pinky-swear.”

You held out your pinky to show sincerity. And like someone raised correctly, Michael respected the sanctity of the swear by reciprocating.

“Perfect! Now that that’s settled, is it okay if I crash at your place for the night? It’s so late, and we don’t have classes tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. “Just make sure you – Annabel.”

Wait, what? You stopped walking and turned to look at your friend in confusion.

“Annabel?”

He pointed it out in front of him with a slight nod.

“Annabel,” he confirmed.

Indeed, it was Annabel. But she was sitting slumped against the hallway’s walls with vomit all over her blue dress.

Felix had been going mad for the past few months since his and Farleigh’s return to Oxford. It was already almost May, and he hadn’t come any closer to getting (Y/N)’s attention.

What could he possibly be doing that was so wrong?

He invites you to parties or a drink with you every time he sees you. He had hoped that being friends with Ollie would have given him an “in” with you, but there was no such luck. Did you really have no idea how he felt about you? How much more obvious could he be?

He remembered how happy he was when he realized that Oliver knew you. It was that night at the pub at Kings’ Arms. He recalled it so vividly.

Felix was silent throughout the entire transaction. The sight of you coming over entirely transfixed him. Your hair had two small braids on the side that were attached with small yellow butterfly clips. You were wearing black denim overalls with vintage-looking patches sewn onto the fabric. Your shirt was a light blue-dyed shirt-sleeved t-shirt with splotches of navy blue. It must have been something you made when you were little. The fabric looked soft and worn down. But the size was small enough to hug the curves of your upper torso perfectly. The way the fabric stretched across your tits made him salivate.

After he introduced himself to you, you only responded with a grimace and a slight nod of acknowledgment. He invited you to join him and his friends for a drink, but you only ignored him. His words were meaningless breezes to you – white noise in the background that added to the clang and chatter in the room. He wasn’t even paying attention to Oliver until you threw that drink at him.

“Fucking cunt-rag!” you called Ollie after throwing Farleigh’s drink in his face. You shoved a middle finger for added effect. “Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”

Grabbing your coat, you stomped away from the table.

Absentmindedly handing his friend some tissues, Felix had to know what your deal was with Oliver. Were you two dating or just friends? He didn’t know how he felt about his new friend being romantically involved with his angel.

“Wait, do you two know each other?” he asked.

“What?” asked Oliver – not understanding his idol’s question before his mind finally registered it. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, she’s a friend of a friend.”

“Were you two ever, like ‘together’?” Felix had to know.

Oliver’s eyes widened a bit before shaking his head and panickedly answering.

“No, no, no. We have a few classes together – that’s it.”

Felix couldn’t believe his luck. Ollie must really be his hero.

“Do you think you could introduce us?” he asked excitedly – his molten chocolate eyes were shining ablaze with hope.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Oliver quickly agreed – anything to keep his attention on him.

Felix felt like leaping to the sky. He could run a marathon with how much energy was flooding throughout him. He clapped his hands before grabbing Ollie’s face with both hands and smacking a wet kiss on both cheeks.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Felix went up to get him another pint. “You’re my hero, Ollie. You really are.”

As he lay on his bed, he tried to remember every interaction with you. His last one with you was something he could admit went horribly wrong.

He wandered on the grounds when he stumbled on a building with your bike on the rack. Figuring that you were just in a lecture, Felix figured he could try to catch up with you when it was done. It wasn’t like he had anything important later. He would stay near the entrance and try to catch your attention when you walked out.

Simple.

And because he was God’s favorite, he found you sitting in the middle of an empty classroom. You were taking notes while reading a massive textbook while lightly bobbing your head to whatever was blasting through your earbuds.

Sliding to the seat next to you, he smoothly asked you if there was any room where he could smoke. You didn’t even bother to look at him while answering him – too fixated with your studies to pay attention to him.

Knowing that he had to get you to look at him through more direct actions, Felix impulsively put his hand on your thigh before asking you if you wanted to join him. He even joked, saying that you didn’t only have to get high.

But seeing the terror in your eyes threw him off. He quickly wanted to tell you that he was only joking. If you knew that he wasn’t being serious, maybe you would ease up around him. But before he could apologize, you frantically stood from your seat to gather your books in your bag before running out of the room.

Felix groaned into his hands as he recalled how fast you ran out of the room and away from him.

“Felix, you’re a fucking idiot,” he softly insulted himself.

God, what the hell was wrong with him? Why did he think that someone as studious as you would ever consider getting high with some bloke in the bathroom of an academic building?

Every step he tried to take forward with you felt like he was going ten steps back. He needed to find a way to get on your good side.

Maybe Ollie could – no, that was a dead end. Fuck, he needed a drink.

Lying on his bed, Oliver stared at the ceiling of his room. Annabel had just left with the bottle of vodka they had been drinking out of for the past half hour. He wanted to cry.

Why was everything going wrong?

But he knew the reason. It was you.

He was so naïve to think you wouldn’t be an obstacle. You had practically ruined everything from the beginning. It wasn’t just when you refused to help him the other day but also that night at the pub at Kings’ Arms.

While Felix was ordering him a drink, Oliver sat bewildered at the sequence of events that had transpired in the past five minutes. First, Felix invited him over to sit with him and his friends. And when things had been so well, you interrupted his excellent time by asking where Michael was. When you realize he has left your friend alone, you ask for Farleigh Start’s drink before throwing it in his face. You then called him a “cunt-rag” before storming off like a goddamn child.

Luckily, Felix hadn’t listened to you speak. But that was only because he stared at you – stared at you like he was born to worship you. Even worse, Felix asked him if he could introduce the two of you at some point. The way Felix’s eyes widened in glee when Oliver agreed enraged him – even more than when you insulted and almost humiliated him in front of Felix.

Staring at his back, Oliver figured Felix’s attention on you wasn’t something to worry about. He was only interested in you because you were pretty. As much as you infuriated him, Oliver admitted that you had a rare and genuine beauty to you. He didn’t know whether it was your indifference for Oxford’s gods and kings or your dedication to keeping in touch with your American roots – but it was enough to enrapture Felix Catton temporarily.

No, Oliver Quick had no reason to worry. He would be enough for Felix. And then you would be an afterthought, and he’d be Felix Catton’s everything.

Oliver had to find a way to ensure you wouldn't be a problem anymore. You'd comply - there would come a time when you won't have a choice.

Let me know if you want me to write the full scene of Reader throwing the drink at Oliver!

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coryosmin · 2 months

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best friend!coryo but he’s also a dealer and when ur buying weed from him he insists that you can pay him another way

you hadn't had weed in a while and were starting to crave it. your usual dealer, sejanus, was on vacation for the next month in aruba so you couldn't receive weed from him any time soon. which led you to having to ask your best friend, coryo. it also meant you couldn’t get any of ma’s special cookies which disappointed you the most.

it shouldn't have been a problem to ask coryo. you have asked a few times in the past and he was so kind to allow you to do so without paying. but for some reason, this time, it was a problem. and that annoyed you for some reason.

“i’ll give you the weed if you suck my dick,” coryo said, shrugging his shoulders at you.

you scoffed at your best friend, rolling your eyes. “dude, i’m not sucking your dick for some weed,” you exclaimed, tilting your head at coryo.

“then you’re not getting your shit,” coryo said simply. “you know i don’t take money from you. but you do have to pay me some how.”

“are you fucking serious right now?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“very much so,” coryo replied, smirking as he leaned on your desk in your bedroom.

“if you just want your dick wet, coryo,” you began, sounding annoyed. “then why don’t you text your current bitch and ask her?”

“i’d much rather have you, baby doll,” he said, still smirking. “besides, you want weed. and i have it. all you have to do is suck me off and we can both be on our way."

you sighed. you seriously needed some weed. coryo had been your best friend since you both were children but you would be lying if you didn't find him at least relatively attractive. maybe it's the buzzcut that does it for you. he shaved his head about a few months ago and hasn't grown it back yet. "fine," you said a bit reluctantly. "but you better add a gram."

coryo smirked. "well, of course, babes," he said. "already done," he said, grabbing the bag from his pocket and holding it up.

you looked at the bag and then back at coryo, taking a deep breath before walking up to him. he was still leaning against your desk as you dropped to your knees in front of him. you looked up at him with your beautiful doe eyes as he looked down at you with his icy gaze. "well," you began. "pull your pants down. I'm not doing that for you," you exclaimed sassily to your best friend.

coryo's eyes widened ever so slightly but he obliged, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down enough to reveal his semi-hard cock. you had seen coryo's dick before. unfortunately, you've walked in on him masturbating quite a few times throughout your life. but the one thing that always boggled your mind was how big your best friend truly was. he had to be at least eight inches.

you licked your lips, your hand reaching up to grip his length and jerk him off slowly but gently. just enough to get him completely hard. coryo looked down at you, watching as you stroked his cock. and when he was hard, you leaned down, licking the tip. coryo inhaled sharply, gripping the desk.

you licked a stripe from the base to the tip before slowly taking his cock into your mouth. coryo let out a low groan, a hand going to your head. you made it about half way before stopping, using your hand to grip the base. you began bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked coryo’s cock.

“look at you,” coryo groaned, his normally pale cheeks flushed as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. “fucking slut, sucking your best friend’s cock.”

you let out a soft moan, sucking coryo’s cock. you moved your head a bit faster but felt your jaw begin to hurt. coryo gripped your head with both hands, entangling his fingers in your hair. “is my cock too big for your mouth?” he cooed, noticing the tightness of your jaw. “not such a good whore then are you?”

you whined, clenching your thighs together as you continued sucking coryo off. but suddenly coryo stopped you. you looked up at him confused, his cock still in your mouth. and with a smirk, coriolanus simply thrusted his hips into your mouth, causing his cock to his the back of your throat. you gagged, unable to help it due to the intrusion. but then you relaxed your jaw and your throat, allowing coryo to use your mouth as he pleases.

“this what you wanted, hmm?” he asked, thrusting his hips in and out of your mouth. he gripped your hair, holding your head in place as he used your mouth. “dirty fucking slut just wanted her throat fucked.”

you moaned around coryo’s cock, clenching your thighs again. your eyes had tears in them as you looked up at coryo. he continued thrusting his hips, letting out groans of pleasure. “getting close,” he said. “gonna swallow my cum like a good slut?” you replied by moaning around his cock once more. “good girl,” he said.

and after a few more thrusts into your mouth, coryo’s cock stiffened and began releasing ropes of cum down the back of your throat. you swallowed, not allowing any cum to escape your mouth. when coryo finished, he pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with cum on his cock and on your swollen lips. coryo looked down at you, caressing your hair before pulling away completely. he put the bag of weed onto your desk.

“noticed how much you were clenching your thighs,” he said, smirking. “maybe next time, i’ll fuck you.” coryo replied, pulling his pants up. “but unfortunately, right now, i have another client to go see. hit me up later, yeah?” and with that, coryo walked out of the room and out of your apartment, leaving you all alone to deal with yourself.

#minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #thg tbosas #coriolanus snow #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut

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borathae · 2 months

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"You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright."

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: they're in love :(, running in the rain, kissing the rain, hugging in the rain, yeah there's rain if y'all didn't know yet lmao, a romantic little holiday, non-sexual nudity, sharing of a shower to warm up, they're playing dress up in the living room, they pretend to be newly weds, slow dancing, so much laughter and giggles and happiness, like besties i might actually sob this is so romantic, also she is smaller than him i'm sorry besties i know i normally try not to add too many height descriptions but i'm smaller than tae and i needed to feel something hahahah a bitch just wanted to be immersed ✊🏻😔

Wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea and inspired by IU's song. i love him so much, you guys. i miss him so much, i might actually start crying :( have fun besties, this is so lovely and sweet 💙

“Quick! We have to be quick!”

“Tae, slow down please. You know that I could just open us a portal?”

“No. It won’t work. Quick, we are almost there.”

You and he are running, trying to escape the inescapable. Your hand is clutched in his’. He is leading the way, looking over his shoulder every third step to make sure you are still keeping up with him.

You barely are at this point. It is difficult to see. Thick stripes of his hair stick to his face, your clothes stick to your bodies. The trees shake above your heads. The birds had stopped singing a long time ago.

“How far? Tae, I can’t run anymore.”

“Just past this clearing. One last time”, he promises and looks back front.

The end of the forest is within reach. One. Two. Three steps and you have left it behind. The inescapable still follows you, making it hard to see.

“There! It’s there!” you call out and point at the small house in the distance.

Taehyung turns on his heels, “one last time. Come”, he says and runs off. His hand slides from yours this way. He is so much faster than you.

“Tae! Wait for me, I’m not that fast!” you call after him, stumbling through the meadow.

He throws his arms over his head and laughs, twirling and skipping in the high grasses.

The storm surprised you. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. That is why you and he went on this forest walk in the first place. You were deep in the woods, surrounded by nature and with the song of bird keeping you company, when the weather changed drastically and rain began pouring down. You were soaked within minutes. No matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t outrun it. You still ran. Hand in hand and with your visions blurry from the water.

It was fun at first, but soon became less fun. You were soaked and you were cold and you wanted to be back at the house.

Taehyung is by the lowest stairs of the front porch, watching you run to him. He is bouncing on the spot, encouraging you to speed up with squeaky cheers.

You and he left the estate behind for the sake of going on a little holiday. Taehyung asked one of his vampire friends if they could rent him one of his forest houses for a few days and off you went. It is just you and Taehyung here, surrounded by forest and the steep cliffside with the ocean in the back.

You reach Taehyung’s side. He meets you in the middle, picking you off the ground by your waist. He twirls with you. The force of the twirls swings your legs high in the air until it feels as if you were flying.

You squeak in laughter, holding tightly onto his shoulders as Taehyung makes you fly.

“I have you now”, he laughs.

“This is so much fun!” you squeak, throwing your head back as around you, the world blurs.

He stops once your heads are dizzy, using the momentum to swing your legs past his body and back again to repeat it with the other side. He did this move a million times before whenever you and he went swing dancing. It never loses its spark. You are still squeaking and giggling as if it is the first time he is doing it.

Taehyung is laughing just as much. His face is contorted in happiness, his eyes barely want to stay open from smiling so brightly.

He keeps you in his arms once he stopped swinging you, holding you under your butt and gazing up at you. You caress his shoulders and the nape of his neck, looking down at him. He is a little blurry in your vision because your head needs to recover from being twirled so much, but you don’t mind. You have Taehyung to keep you safe.

“I love when you do that”, you tell him.

“Me too. Oh darling, this was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was”, you say, flinching in sync with him when sudden thunder and lightning strikes the earth at the same time, “holy cow, that was so loud.”

“I think it might be time for us to go inside”, Taehyung says.

“Yeah, I think so too”, you snicker.

Taehyung grins and turns to carry you inside.

You laugh, “are you going to carry me?”

“Of course. It is the least I can do after dragging you along like this.”

“Yeah true. You did drag me quite a bit, you big meanie.”

“But you must admit that it was terribly fun to run in the rain.”

“Yes, it was. I’m cold now though. I really need something to warm me up.”

“Worry not, I shall warm you up in no time.”

“You shall?” you giggle.

“Mh-hm of course. This is what I am here for”, he says with a playful lift of his brows.

“Oh Tete, you cutie”, you smile, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. You rub it against him this way, letting out little sounds of comfort.

Taehyung loves the affection. You give off the image of a love drunk cat this way. Taehyung really, really loves when you are this way.

With one hand under your butt, he opens the door and slips inside the small cottage. He locks the door and with it, turns the storm into an outside friend. It grumbles and rumbles in a constant melody, lighting up the darkening day with flashes of bright electricity every now and then.

Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you. You love thunderstorms. Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you and as he does, he places roles onto the different elements of nature’s sky showers. You are the lightning while he is the thunder, because you will always come first while he only exists because of you.

Taehyung sets you down in front of the shower. He disappears from your side for just a second to turn on the water, then returns. He touches you, running his big hands up your waist until he has your upper back under his palms. He smiles at you, blinking his eyes slowly like a cat in love.

“May I undress you?” he asks.

“Yes”, you allow him and lift your arms.

Taehyung takes off your clothes with utmost care. Your body is sacrilegious to him. Unwrapping it must happen with respect and tender love, for you should never ever feel as if the beautiful vessel for your soul was nothing but desirable flesh to him.

He throws your wet upper clothing onto the tiled floor and lowers his lips to your right shoulder so he could worship the paths of it with tender kisses. You sigh his name in reaction, sliding your hands under his soaked jumper.

“You are beautiful”, he whispers and lifts his head again. He rises his arms, allowing you to take off his jumper. He has to lower himself a little when you reach his head, giggling with you because he thinks it’s adorable that you couldn’t reach.

“Tiny darling one”, he teases, earning himself a nudge to his chest.

“You’re just too tall”, you throw back and laugh when he wraps his arms around you to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. You squeak and cackle, fleeing him as much as you press into him, “your hair’s so cold and wet, Tae”, you whine.

“I know, oh I know. Quick, let’s undress and get under the water”, he says and facing each other, you each take off your pants.

You discard them on the tiles as well, stepping into the shower afterwards. Taehyung lets you enjoy the water first because you are his lightning. You tilt your head up, closing your eyes and smiling softly. You are so beautiful. Oh, he feels jealous of the water kissing your face and the warmth touching your skin.

He reaches out, resting his hands on the softest part of your waist. You open your eyes, looking up at him. He feels vast of air for a blink of an eye.

“Come inside, Tae”, you tell him and drag him under the water by his waist.

Your bodies connect, your skins finally share one warmth.

“Mhm”, Taehyung lets out and tilts his head back so the water can trickle down on his face.

“It’s so warm, isn’t it?” you ask, gazing up at him. He is so beautiful.

“It’s so wonderful. Oh, I felt the cold within my bones”, he says, lowering his head so he could meet your eyes again.

“Me too. I don’t regret it however.”

“Me neither, my darling”, he says and closes the small distance between you and him by hugging you against his chest.

You melt into him, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him. You rest your hands on his back while he cradles the back of your head and traces your spine. You and he sway from side to side slowly, sharing the warm water while outside it storms.

Being cold with him will always be okay, because at the end of it, you and he will share warmth again. There is truly no sweeter future than this.

You and he dry the other’s hair after the shower. You loved each other for long enough to know how to do it perfectly. You learned the language of his hair, while in return he learned yours. You know how to touch, what to use and where to start. You come first of course because you are his lightning. He comes second, leaning into your palm when you cradle his cheek and call him beautiful.

You wrap the other in a soft bathing robe afterwards, leaving the bathroom together. The storm and the passage of time darkened the sun by now and so you turn on the lights to see.

“I want to drink some tea. Do you want a cup as well?” you ask him.

“I would love to, thank you”, he says and points down the hallway, “I shall get clothes for us. I promise to get only the warmest of jumper for you.”

“Alright, my darling. Thank you”, you say and kiss his lips chastely.

You and he part ways for only a few moments. You use it to prepare tea and he uses it to get clothes. Just like you had agreed to do.

The tea has finished brewing when Taehyung enters the kitchen.

“My darling”, he makes his presence known in a soft spoken voice.

You turn, meeting the lens of a camcorder.

“What’s this?” you ask him, “darling, why are you wearing a suit?”

“I found it. Alongside this camera and this dress”, he explains, lowering the camera for now. He slides a white dress from his shoulder, handing it to you.

“A wedding dress?” you ask him.

“I do not know who it belonged to once, but it is your size. The suit is my size as well”, he says and smiles shyly, “do you want to put it on? For only a little while?”

You feel your heart flutter. With a fond smile on your lips, you nod your head.

“Don’t peak. If we pretend to be newlyweds, we have to follow the rules.”

“Yes, true. I shall meet you in the living room”, Taehyung says and turns away with a happy skip in his steps.

You watch him with a fluttering pulse. Taehyung is such a tender person at heart. His soul is colours of golden oranges and warm yellows like that of a young sunset seeing the world for the first time. Only he would think of something like this. Only he would see no strangeness in pretending to be married and he was right. There was no strangeness in it.

The dress smells like lavender and violets. It looked too small at first, but then you slipped it on and it fit as it was made for you. The dress smells like lavender and violets and perhaps just a little like magic. Perhaps that would explain why it found you and Taehyung when it did.

You abandon the mugs of tea because there was something else keeping you warm now. The excitement of being with Taehyung.

“Tae?” you call for your lover, “are you ready?”

“I am”, Taehyung answers you from the living room. Lively music accompanies his voice. He must have put on a record.

With a racing heart, you step through the threshold.

Taehyung stands at the end of the room by the lit fireplace. The camcorder is propped on some books, filming the scene unfolding.

“My darling”, he gasps and exhales shakily, “my darling, oh, look at you.”

“How do I look?” you ask him and grab the dress on two spots so you could twirl and swing it as you dance to him.

He meets you in the middle, sweeping you off your feet as he grabs you in the midst of your jump. You squeak, throwing your head back as Taehyung twirls you in the small living room.

“Oh my beautiful darling, my sweetest light. No art could ever capture the beauty of you. My darling, oh my darling”, he gushes and laughs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

“I’m getting dizzy, Tae”, you squeak with tears of happiness welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Taehyung stops twirling, sliding you down his body gently until your tiptoes touch the ground. He keeps you close, running his hands along your torso lovingly. His eyes are glistening, gazing at you with soul-consuming love in them.

“You bring light into my life”, he speaks softly.

“I do?”

“You do. Oh darling, you do”, he smiles with his eyes, “you truly do.”

“You make life brighter as well, my darling”, you say, caressing his chest gently, “and you look so handsome in your suit.”

“I look miniscule in your light, my darling. Oh I want to pick you up and twirl you until the world stops turning.”

“Please don’t. I’d probably throw up”, you laugh, making Taehyung chuckle and scrunch his nose.

“Then at least show the camera, please my darling”, he says and turns you to where the camera stands. He pulls you close, resting his head against yours, “this is my darling, dear future person who might find this tape. Say hello.”

“Hello there, future person”, you say, doing a little courtesy. You crack up afterwards, looking at Taehyung, “this is so silly.”

“No it isn’t”, he says and drags you closer to the camera. He uses the momentum to tug you against him, squishing his cheek with yours, “this is my dearest darling, my universe”, he says and kisses your cheek, “I love her so much”, he adds and hugs you tightly.

You giggle, snuggling into him. Taehyung picked a fitting nickname when he called you his light, because your smile in this moment could light up even the darkest of days.

“I love you too, my darling”, you tell him, turning in his arms to kiss his lips, “now may I have this first dance with you, my husband?”

Taehyung giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears shyly. He nods his head vigorously, laying his hands into yours. You drag him away to a free space, beginning your dance with a twirl of him. He laughs loudly, falling into your arms with his head thrown back in joy.

“How was that for a twirl?” you ask him, guiding him to the music.

“It was perfect. Oh darling”, he rests his cheek on your shoulder, pulling you close, “I am so happy. My beautiful wife”, he says and giggles, “it has a wonderful ring to it.”

You close your eyes as your fingers begin playing with his hair.

“It really has, my darling husband.”

Taehyung giggles. You join him. You and he will dance until the tea is cold and the camcorder falls asleep.

You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright.

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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okay, so for the bitch hours... "pussy drunk" Seonghwa overestimulating the hell out of a chubby(I just had to) reader but with a twist.. he's eating her out right after they fucked so not only the overestimulation is more intense but he also gets to eat out his own cum out of her(which let's say is a newfound kink of his)👀 and if you could add face sitting and squirting to that - I love you girl🫶

anything else is up to you!

oh and if you could add a little segment where he reassures her that she's not too heavy or some sort of that shi, I'd love it even more👉👈 (I just need that comfort, ok?? 😭)

I want you to not be this insecure, love. You were, are, and always will be gorgeous and beautiful and sexy 😘💓. I love you too🫂💓 and No matter what, you all are slaying, okay?💓

One more time

Bitch hours

Pairing: seonghwaxreader

Warning: face sitting, cum eating, cumming inside, unprotected sex, insecure reader, chubby reader.

...

“I’m cumming,” Seonghwa groaned, his pace getting sloppy and harder. In a few seconds, he was cumming inside you. Releasing thick and long ropes of cum in your throbbing pussy, painting it all pretty.

The moment his hot cum started filling you up, your pussy clenched and came one his cock without any warning the second time after he made you cream his cock the first time not so long ago.

He was panting over you, his hands caging you under him. His sweaty face was glowing and was flushed. You looked so beautiful under him.

Your cute chubby cheeks were rosy red from the heat of the moment, your eyes were shining. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

Seonghwa chuckled and lowered his head and joined your forehead with his. “Damn, girl. You make my cock dance everytime I lay my eyes on you… do you feel it twitch in need? Sweetheart,” his hand travelled south, between your sweaty bodied, touched your clit and tapped it, “this, this fucking belongs to me. Only I can cum in it, oky?”

“Mmmm,” your eyes rolled back when his fingers moved in tight circles on your clit. “Yeahhh,” you whispered.

He smiled and pecked your lips gently, multiple times. There was no need to tell anyone, just a glance was enough to know how much he was in love with you. They knew he worshiped and loved you the most.

Your hands caressed his back, slightly scratching it, making him humm in satisfaction.

Seonghwa towered over you again and pulled his cock out of you. He sat there, holding your legs apart and seeing his cum oozing out of your hole. A wicked smirk made its way on his pretty face.

Your legs were in the air, on his shoulders in a snap of fingers. He parted your pussy lips and looked deeply at your cunt leaking his cum. He moved his head further, his nose was touching your clit and then he licked a long stripe, licked his cum off of your cunt.

You gasped and eyes rolled back into your head. Something about him licking his cum out of your pussy was so exotic and made you throb for him again. “Fuuuuck,” you moaned and raised your hips for more of his tongue.

He devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue lapped your pussy good. His tongue entered your hole and started licking sucking out all of his cum out of you in his mouth. He found his cum mixed with your cum and slick too delicious to leave it behind.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it. Your moans intensified and his humming got louder the more he sucked and licked. He left your clit with a pop sound.

You looked down at him, his chin wet with cum and slick. His eyes looked lust driven and needy. Needy for your cunt and cum. You felt his fingers poking your hole.

He entered his middle and ring fingers into your hot and waiting cunt, filling it up. His long fingers scooped out all the cum and smeared it over your pussy. He then tongued it all up. Tongue flat on your pussy lips, devouring the last drop.

He got back to work on your clit with his tongue and lips and filled your empty cunt with fingers again. He moved his head left and right, adding too much pleasure for your sensitive pussy, his fingers working furiously inside you, brushing all the right spots.

Your breath heaved and pussy clenched around his long digits. When Seonghwa sucked your clit while nibbling at it, you came on his fingers and captured his head between your legs.

Your pussy was feeling too sensitive but Seonghwa wasn’t looking done just yet because immediately after, he laid down and asked–

“Get on my face, quick.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at him as if he asked you to fuck an alien.

“What?” he asked, oblivious to your thoughts, “get on my face, babe. Wanna fucking eat that mouthwatering cunt of yours,” he almost moaned thinking about your pretty pussy sitting on his face. He loved how nice and chubby you looked with him and on him. Although, he was aware of your fears. It made sense to you, but him? He thought that you were just insecure because of the bullshit standards people had set up. For him, you were his angel, lover, and possibly his future. He wanted you in his future.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened and looked into your worried ones. He smiled and sat up in front of you, cupping your face with both of his hands, he said, “baby, look at me… Empty your head and don't worry about anything for a moment. Give it a shot!”

“You don’t understand, Hwa. I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, eyes looking watery.

“Listen to me and get on me. You won’t hurt me,” he pecked your lips. “I’m a man, not a boy… Now come on, I know you can come once more,” he said while tracing your stretch marks with his fingers with love shining in his eyes. “These are the things that make you YOU. Don't hide them,” he whispered the last line and kissed your forehead.

He the laid down and gestured to you to get on him.

Listening to him, you quickly hovered over his face. Your pussy right above his face. He could feel the heat of your cunt. It was all beaten up and swollen from previous orgasms.

Seonghwa guided you to sit on his face slowly and then you felt his lips on your cunt, leaving sloppy kisses and you shuddered because of overstimulation. You whined but followed his lead.

By now, his face was stuffed with you. He guided your hips to rub against his tongue and lips. His nose was perfectly giving all the attention to your clit and mouth on your hole, sucking all of your juices.

You moaned over him and clutched his hair and rode his face. His humming was making your pussy clenched around his tongue. “More,” you whined.

He squeezed your thick ass and gave it a nice spank on it. Your back arched and your toes curled. His long tongue was working so well on your cunt.

He brought his thumb over your clit and rubbed harsh patterns on it, making you jump at sensitivity. Your hips moved around but soon his hand tightly held you down while another worked on your clit.

Then you felt something pouring out of your cunt with a force. Squirting. You were squirting on his face.

Instead of stopping, Seonghwa flipped you and now he was on the top.

His fingers thrust inside your cunt and his lips were sucking your clit. Your squirt wasn't stopping. It was like a broken faucet. Seonghwa didn't let it go to waste, he drank it all up. He pulled his face back and rubbed his palm on your pussy making it squirt harder and all around you. Your thighs were shaking from the fourth climax. His body was drenched with your squirt.

He smirked, “fuck, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “you have no clue what have gotten yourself into,” he hovered over you. “You are going to squirt for me one more time like the good girl you are.”

His intimidating looks made you nod your head as a yes.

“That's my good girl.”

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#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #ateez #ateez seonghwa smut

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guerrillateezsworld · 5 months

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mine now- rory keaner

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ask: can you do a dom rory keaner smut where benny has a crush on fem reader and rory hears abt it so he fucks the reader and then the next day she can like barely walk or something that proves they did it ? bc i feel like he has the needs to prove you his or smth

a/n: i giggled at this ask bcuz it really got me in my feels for rory again. rory just having the need to make sure everyone knows you’re his has me on the floor!!! i don’t really write full smut though so ill try

a/n: ok it was longer than i expected

warnings: dom!rory, rory is a smug bitch, cursing, sub!reader, protective sex, fingering, fem!reader, use of good girl and baby, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes!!, i think that’s it

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its been going around that a certain someone has a crush on you. that person being benny weir, yours and rory’s best friend. and boy, when rory found out, he was JEALOUS.

see, he’s a vampire. so i feel like that adds onto his VERY protective instincts. after that incident, boy was he sure to show everyone you’re his.

the talk was everywhere, people worried that rory would actually hurt his friend over this crush. but he knows better than to betray his friend and hurt him. soooo… he sticks to something a little more… scandalous.

people definitely can tell what he’s trying to prove when the next day you show up, barely being able to walk. now that’s what i call jealousy and protectiveness

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you were heading home from school whenever rory popped up beside you out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. you ignored him, giving him the same attitude he’s given you all day. “what’s with the silent treatment?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you. you shrug and continue to walk. he shakes his head and you both walk up to your house. once you both get inside, he turns you around and gives you a serious look. “why are you ignoring me?” he asks, looking you dead in the eye. “why am i ignoring you? do you not realize that’s what you’ve been doing to me all day?” you ask, clearly irritated. he smirks and you just glare at him. “i heard a certain someone has a crush on you.” “and…?” “clearly you’re mine and no one else’s. i’m jealous okay? he needs to know that you belong to me.”

you smirk at his confession. “you’re.. jealous” you laugh. clearly he doesn’t like that because before you know it, his lips are on yours as he starts making out with you. “let’s move this to my room, yeah?” you ask and he nods. he pulls away and practically drags you to your room and locks your door behind him. “god, you really know how to pull my strings huh?” he asks quietly while pushing you down onto your bed, kissing you quickly. “it’s a pro of mine, i’d say. it’s pretty easy to tick you off and i love it.” you smirk as he rolls his eyes. “just be quiet okay? i need to let everyone know who owns you, yeah?” he snaps back, clearly a little irritated but it’s not like you’ll listen. you hold back a giggle as his hands glide down your body and near where you need him most. completely forgetting about your bratty attitude, you let a small whine out as he caresses your thighs. “p-please rory..” you say and your hips slowly come off the bed. he lets out a groan before pushing your hips down and holding them. “don’t move. understand?” he says lowly, glaring at you.

you nod with a pout as he slowly starts kissing down your body. he gets to your jeans and takes them off, leaving you in your underwear. feeling a little nervous, you try to close your legs but he forcibly opens them back up. “keep your legs open too, baby. you know the rules” he groans, slowly taking your underwear to reveal your arousal. “god. you look so fucking delicious” he smirks and sees you look away. “hey, i want you to look at me while i eat you out and finger you, okay?” he tells you and he leans in to your cunt and licks a clean stripe up to your clit. it seemed to knock the wind out of you as your body jerks and a moan is pulled out of you. he brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he starts eating you out. as if it was a normal reflex, your hands fly to his head and push his face into your cunt some more. choked up moans spill out of your mouth when he immediately pushes two fingers in. your back arches off the bed and he pushes it down. “what did i say?” he asks as he stops his fingers making you groan. “t-to not move” “good girl” he dives back in, licking and sucking.

the knot in your stomach tightens as you notice his subtly grinding onto the bed. “getting close?” he smirks, not stopping one bit. all you can do is nod as the pleasure starts to get too much. he can tell by your heavy breathing and how you keep clenching around his fingers. “i’m gonna cum, rory” you whine loudly. he gives you a nod of approval and you let go, cumming on his tongue and fingers. he licks you clean and sits up, your arousal on his face. he looks at you with a smile and wipes his face off. “you taste so good, baby. but now i think it’s time for the main event. i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be struggling to walk tomorrow” he gives you a smug smirk, it gets wider when he sees your eyes widen. “but?!- you can’t, we have school tomorrow” “well duh, that’s the whole reason silly. maybe it’ll get to benny’s and anyone else’s head that you’re mine. see?” he shrugs.

you know better than to argue back so you just nod, giving into him. “since you’re all prepped, i’ll just slide right in” he chuckles. you can see his bulge as he unbuckles his jeans and takes his boxers off with it. you start drooling at the sight, still never really getting over with how he looks. he reaches over to your nightstand and opens the one drawer. he grabs a condom and opens it and slides it on. he takes your legs and puts them over your shoulders. he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes all the way in. your moan mixed with his groan sounded like music to your ears. “so tight, baby. you were made just for me huh?” he looks down at you as he snaps his hips into you. “we got so distracted that we forgot to take our tops off” rory laughs and stops to move your legs to take his shirt off. you whine at the loss of movement but he just ignores it. “your turn” he says and helps me take off my shirt and bra. he puts my legs over his shoulders again and pushes into me, rougher. he snaps his hips into mine fast while moving his hand up to my neck. as he gets rougher, he squeezes my neck more. “you like it when i fuck you like this? i know you do, baby.”

he chuckles as you babble incoherently due to how hard he’s going. “ugh yes rory, i love it so much”. he leans forward, hitting a different angle with your legs coming close to your chest. you think he doesn’t notice when you slip your hand down to rub at your clit but he does. he slaps your hand away and glares at you. “no touching, understand?” he growls. you just nod and take what he’s giving you like the good girl you are. “rory, i-im gonna cum” the words come out like a mumble as you whine loudly. “oh yeah? then let go baby” he smiles and the knot in your stomach snaps and you come. he smirks and flips you over onto your hands and knees.

due to the easier position, he goes in deeper and pounds into your overstimulated cunt. he makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair and shoves your face into the mattress. you moan loudly but it just comes out muffled due to your position. “rory.. please” you whine into the pillow. he ignores it and continues thrusting into you. “you can take it baby. i know you can” he smirks, even though you can’t even see it. he lets out groans while you’re whining and falling apart beneath him. due to being sensitive, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. “i can tell you’re close again because you’re squeezing me baby” he chuckles as he himself gets closer to his release. you can tell by his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “i’m almost there baby, you can wait a few” he says with a grunt. a muffled yes followed along by a whine comes from you. his thrust start to get more sloppier as he gets closer. finally, he gives you permission to come. “alright baby, let loose. come on my cock like a good girl” he groans out. what felt like the best orgasm ever, hits you and you moan loudly as you let go. he comes in the condom and helps you ride out your high. once you’re done, he slowly pulls out with a groan making you whine at the lost contact. he takes the condom off and throws it away before he collapses next you, heavily breathing. “now you know who you belong to right? say it” he says while looking you dead in the eyes. “you rory, i’m all yours” you manage to say while you’re still calming down. “good girl. now maybe people will realize tomorrow at school when you’re struggling to walk” he smirks. letting your realization kick in that you guys still have school tomorrow, you groan. “so this was your plan after all you sneaky asshole” he lets a laugh slip out at your words. he just shrugs and smiles smugly, “i figured you would’ve realized by now”. you don’t have the energy to reply back so you lift your hand up to flip him off to which he laughs at. finally, he turns over to you so he can see you better. “you’ll definitely need a shower and some rest tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow” he smiles. “yeah i definitely will. bye rory, i love you” you say as he gets up to put his clothes back on. “i love you too” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss. he grabs his stuff and leaves while you still lay there for a few minutes.

deciding to get up, you go to your closet to grab clothes for a shower. you don’t feel much discomfort right now but you definitely will tomorrow. you head to the bathroom and take a shower. once you’re done, you put your phone on charge and turn off the lights before settling down on your bed. immediately you fall asleep in the comforts of your bed.

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it’s the next morning and you wake up, feeling the discomfort already. “damn it rory” you tell yourself. getting the remaining courage and energy, you get up and get ready. grabbing your stuff and leaving for school. when you get to school, rory is already standing at the doors waiting for you with a smug smirk on his face. “how you feeling?” he tries to hide his laugh. “shut up” you tell him, not really amused. you guys walk in and you’re already getting stares at the limping you’re doing.

now everyone definitely knows what you and rory did last night but no one dares to say anything, even benny. he’s a little spooked but glad rory didn’t try to kill him or something.

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andddd i’m done!! thank you for reading and thanks to the requester for requesting!!

#post*guerillateezsworld #smut #anon ask #mbav #my babysitters a vampire #rory keaner #rory keaner smut #mbav smut

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maxmagic · 10 months

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LONG post featuring my opinions on this design and her concept and also Vivs character design decisions in general

This design singlehandedly made my account rise from the fucking dead because of how much opinions I have on it

TO NOTE : I LIKE Helluva Boss as a show. Is it perfect? No. Do I think it has issues from both writing and design aspects? Yes. Do I like it regardless? Also yes. You can like a show and still have criticisms of it. Also Viv has answered some criticisms about Beelzebubs design and I will talk about them too

Final warning cuz this is LONG and rambled at points

By this point we are all aware that once a new character gets revealed in Helluva or Hazbin , there's always opinions on it.

But Beelzebub truly takes the cake on how divided people are on her design. People either adore it or hate it with a blinding passion (and some just don't like it cuz they have a Viv hate boner).

I have to say I actually really like it as a stand alone design. Remove her from the story and context it's genuinely an appealing design with fun and bright colors. I personally don't mind the early 2010's sparkle dog look. It has a nostalgic charm to it and if you followed Viv for long enough you know she really likes that aesthetic. She has good colors and color placement and my main real dislike is the weird hair.

And she's animated BEAUTIFULLY !!! Real props to the animators for being able to make this design look nice in motion because god lord is it complicated. This will be a criticism later, but again, its really amazing on how they made this design look good even though we all know this must have been a real bitch to animate.

The real issue that come to me with her design is when you put her in the show and have to think about who she is, what she is, what her lore is ect.

Firstly: Her not being 'lore accurate' kinda falls flat given that none of the designs thus far have been accurate to what they're based on. Like Asmodeus has elements that tie him to his demon name counterpart (with the rooster tail and 3 faces) but they're more allusions then design inspirations. Lucifer is literally just a top hat twink and Mammon (even tho we haven't seen his full design yet) is clown/jester themed. Viv has made it clear that this version of hell isn't supported to be an accurate depiction of biblical hell. So she can really do whatever she wants with her interpretation. Her not being an insect, although disappointing since we don't really have that in the show, is only just a matter of personal taste.

HOWEVER there's still a lot of discrepancies with her design.

So she's supposed to be a Bee-Fox hybrid... Where's the bee??? Like take away the hexagon background, where is the bee part of her design? She has antenna and wings but... They don't really do much. The antenna are fine and its smart they placed at the tip of her ears, but the wings are straight up not bee wings!!! They look more like pixie wings and they're so small half the time I forgot they were there. Couldn't you have added.. idk some stripes?? she has stripes on her ears but they don't look like bee stripers more so general Viv design details. It's weird given she uses stripes so heavily in other designs yet the BEE character doesnt. Maybe add some fuzz like how bumblebees have?? Maybe trade that stupid lava lamp tail/hair if its too complex. I really don't like how she has normal hair and also a weird liquid part and liquid tail. It adds too much visual noise and just doesn't gel well wit the rest of her design. Her lava lamp stomach too just feels like needless addition of animation work for something that just doesn't add anything. Her colors ( despite being nice) kinda clash against all the other hellhounds who have a muted black/grey/red color pallate. It makes her look like an 13 year olds OC thats been edited in

Literally the only things that changed are her colors, size and eyes. In my opinion this should have been her base design because the colors and bug eyes lean into more of the bee aspect. Plus with these colors she fits more with other hellhounds.

Like right now the normal design feels 97% fox with just the most subtle bee elements slapped on. If it wasn't for the background, look me in the eye and tell me this design is a fox bee hybrid.

She also doesn't feel like a prince? She's dressed very casually and doesn't have nearly have enough of an imposing vibe. I didn't know she was a prince until it was said in show. I thought she was just some high rank demon performer. Its kinda disappointing given how grand, larger then life look and energy Asmodeus had. They were introduced in the same way via big song number, but Asmodeus felt like a Prince of Lust, Beelzebub felt more like a performer of Gluttony rather then a ruler.

Also why if she a hellhound in the first place? i saw somewhere on twitter that its cuz her people are hellhounds but that doesnt make sense. Lucifer isn't a human and Asmodeus isn't a succubus, so why does Bee have to be a hellhound? We know that hellhounds are the lowest ranked amongst hell natives, so how do people outside of gluttony feel about her? She is treated like royalty but is also a hellhound, the lowest demon. It causes a needless paradox that makes you question the worldbuilding of the show.

Also why are hellhounds the lowest rank in hell ? and why are they associated with gluttony of all things? I am going to be honest when I say I completely forgot they were native to gluttony because gluttony has a beehive aesthetic and like wtf do dogs have anything to do with it . Like other demons shown have themes that tie them into their respective prince or sin, but we aren't shown why hellhounds in particular are gluttony. Like it feels like a minor thing but when you present information about worldbuilding and show stuff that contradicts it, people will question it.

And why is she dating a hellhound? Or more so why is she so open about it. Like its been shown in the show that Stolas and Admodeus dating imps is a taboo thing so her being so open about her relationship with someone whose even lower then an imp. Again its going back on lore and worldbuilding being contradicted. If you're going to make rules for a show, stick to them.

I'm putting these two side by side cuz I have the same complaint about them.

How are we suppose to know this?? First the gluttony ring severally lacks any circus motifs (it has more of a bee theme then a circus one), but Bee ESPECIALLY doesn't have ANY hints at being circus themed, let alone animal trainer.

I knew that all the princes had a circus theme but from I (and from what ive seen in other comments) though she was an acrobat or like dancer of the sort. Literary nothing in her design says she is an animal trainer. And also the hippie 60s spirit is also not anywhere in the design. Just because a design choice is clear to you doesn't mean its clear to everyone else. A good design makes its points across loud and clear so everyone can understand it. This really feels like she's making it all up as people ask. She probably isn't but it really comes across that way. You cant just say something about a design that just isn't in the design or its not shown properly. This is an issue a lot of Helluva and Hazbin Hotels characters have (look up any of their trivia and you'll see how bad some designs are communicated), but with Bee its emphasized tenfold because she's suppose to represent all these different things (fox, bee, prince, party girl, animal trainer, DA sparkle dog, 60s hippie free spirit) at it just isn't conveyed or is put in such a way where you cant clearly tell what it is. It honestly feels like Viv had in mind to have a Kesha pop party girl character and just made her a prince. Shes trying to justify all these things and saying them like they're obvious when they're clearly not!

This design suffers from having too many ideas slapped on it that just don't work and actively work against each other.It makes me less excited for the future prince designs

If youve come this far good for you for sticking around to this way too long of a ramble about a probably one off character in a popular indie cartoon :D

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva critical #helluva boss critique #design #rant #god this felt freeing to release #seriously it was boiling in my brain for days

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tatesdiary · 2 years

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Intruders

Summary When the group that wants to reenact the murder scene of the two girls catches you and your mom Vivien, you don't expect a certain blonde haired boy to save you.

tags Tate's hot, cursing, home invasion ig

word count 1414

Confused and frantic you search your bag and room for your cell phone. Why had your mom been so frantic?

When you're about to turn around and look in your closet something hits you against the side of your head and you pass out.

Waking up felt surreal, Vivien was tied to a chair and three people were standing in front of you, conversing in a relaxed manner. There was a splitting headache on the back of your head, making your vision blurry.

"Put this on," the guy demands and throws a white clothing at you. "I'm not gonna put this on!" You resist and throw it back at him. He huffs angrily and turns to his accomplices, "Take her to the bathroom upstairs." Before they can do that you get up and run around the corner, nearly reaching the front door when someone grabs you and pushes you in the small closet to the side.

A hand is placed over your mouth and when you look up, pressed against the wall, you see… Tate? His hair was adorably messed up and he wore that green striped sweater you'd seen once before - it suited him well in your opinion.

"What?" You breathe out, but he just urgently tells you, "Get to the basement. Quick," with that he's gone again, all that's left behind is his cologne.

The relief you feel at his presence is immense and the act of being pressed close to him in a closet was a whole different story. You had no idea why he wanted you to go to the basement, but you trusted him.

When you're back in the living room, acting like you were trying to free your mom, the one with the brown hair moves her knife and grips your wrists, tugging you along to the bathroom that was close to your room.

"Let me go!" You struggle against her grip but she just presses the knife close to your stomach, "Be quiet," when you're in the bathroom she gives you back the nurse outfit and tells you to put it on.

You could swear you saw a flash of green and black pass by, but you focus on listening to her. You start putting it on, getting a rise out of her when you seemingly take too much time.

Then the blonde girl comes in, holding her stomach. "I'm gonna shit myself. Don't do it without me!" Is all she says before she stumbles back outside.

"Ugh. Get in the tub," she pushes you toward it and you try making up an excuse why this wouldn't do. "This is the wrong tub," you simply state, throwing her off completely. "it's not. I studied the murder reports, this is the right bathroom."

You shrug, "Nope. We remodeled all of this, the actual tub is in the basement." You add a quick description that nearly matches the tub in this room and she curses, "Come with me."

She pushes you in front of her, the knife digging into your back as she makes you lead her to the basement - and the made up bathtub. You click the light on, the quiet buzzing of the old lamp disrupting the silence of the stone cellar.

You hadn't been down here often, now everything was up to Tate. The next second the light turns off and you shuffle around the corner. "Where are you?" The woman yells angrily, only for Tate to reply, "Over here, you stupid bitch." You suppress a chuckle and wait for what he is going to do.

She walks to where his voice comes from and you follow, staying unseen. You see him standing next to a tub filled with water, the stupid sweater making him look more attractive than he already was.

"I've already filled it with water for you," he tells her and she looks confused but not suspicious.

She walks closer to the tub, seeing a woman inside. The woman whose murder they were going to recreate.

Instead of staying you now run up to find your mom, seeing her run down the stairs right as you exit the cellar. You pull her out of the front door with you.

Walking past the detectives and to your parents felt weird, but that's basically all you've felt since you moved here, anyway.

"Your mom said that you told her Tate helped you escape?" Your dad inquires, "Yeah," you turn to your mother, "Thanks for nor dragging him into all that."

"What was he doing in the house?" He continues asking, and you shrug, saying you don't know - which was true. You know your dad has been suspicious of you and Tate, thinking he was bad for you or something.

But he doesn't let it go, and it's starting to get annoying. "You think I let him in? I don't know why Tate was here." You watch your parents before adding, "But I'm glad he was. You weren't." With that you leave and go back to your room.

It's later that day that you're sitting in your room while listening to music, a book in your hands. "Can I come in?" The door opens and standing there is Tate. He's still in the green and black sweater but his hair is even messier and the curls more prominent.

"Uh, yeah," you stop the smile from spreading on your face as he comes closer and sits next to you.

"How have you beenSince… you know," his voice is soft and you shrug. "It's hard to sleep but I'm fine." You'd have nightmares daily since that night - you couldn't even say when the last time was you slept through a full night.

He seemed pitiful as he listened to your answer and looked up, slowly taking your hand in his. "If you need me I'm usually always near." You smile and put the book to the side, about to answer when a knock sounds from the door.

You still before springing into action and shoving him into your closet, holding a finger to your mouth, "Stay here."

Then you sit down on your bed again, letting your mom know she could come in. "You okay? I heard you talking to someone?" You cough to cover up the chuckle that comes from the closet, "No, I was just on a call with someone from school. She needed the homework." Your mom looks suspicious but stays quiet and pats your leg. "Go to sleep. It's already ten thirty."

You nod and she gets up again, but not before nearing your closet and pushing the door closed. You exhale a heavy breath when she leaves, going to lock your door. "You're so bad at staying quiet!" You giggle and he laughs too, looking at you with fondness, "Gotta he had at something when I'm good at everything else," he winks.

You shake your head, getting comfortable on your bed. He sits at the foot of it, one hand on your calves. "Good night," he whispers and you smile, telling him the same.

But as he gets up, you don't think; "Tate?" He turns around again, a questioning look on his face. "Can you… stay? I just- I feel safer with you here…" it's embarrassing to admit, but you'd rather sleep for once than have no awkward feelings between you.

"Yeah, sure." He quickly agrees and your heart does a little excited jump. You scoot to the side and pat the empty space beside you, happy when he understands what you want and lays down next to you.

He turns on his side and you do the same, looking at each other. You don't know who leaned in first, but the next second his lips are on yours and your hand is holding his jaw.

One of his arms is laying over your hip and the other is gripping your hair carefully.

You continue with the kissing and you eventually pull him down to hover over you, his eyes piercing into yours. "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?" He asks breathlessly and you grin, "If you want to," he cocks his head and dives back down, kissing you longer.

"Seems like it."

That night you sleep in his arms, no nightmares anywhere.

#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #american horror story #evan peters

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whoreteen · 2 years

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𝐏*$$𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ♥︎

➸ pairing: chan x f!reader ➸ word count: 1,4K. ➸ genre: smut, established relationship!au, dom!chan ➸ request: chan, overstimulation. everything else is up to you. thank you and love your stuff!!!! ➸ content warnings: oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, fingering, slight daddy kink, use of vibrator, dacryphilia, use of pet names, dumbification, praise and degradation.

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself like a pathetic little whore. You’re so fucking pretty when you’re desperate for me,” Chan purrs. “You make such pretty noises for me.”

It feels like he’s been at it for hours, and you’ve almost lost count of how many times he had made you cum and, edged you; with his fingers and mouth.

You’re near delirious from sobbing and begging for him to just let you cum when he speaks, “Aw, has my pretty girl gone cockdumb already?”

You can feel more tears threatening to spill from your eyes at any moment, and you feel so hot, like every part of you is on fire; from humiliation or arousal, you can’t decide.

Chan seems to instantly pick that up as he’s always been so good at you reading you, knowing you’re too far gone and so close to cumming again.

He shocks you by inserting another finger inside of you, simultaneously rubbing his thumb around your clit every once in a while with his other hand; intent on making you lose your mind as you moan, writhe and buck your hips against his hand like a bitch in heat to get more stimulation.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he purrs, curling his fingers as you rut your hips against his hand to get more stimulation.

“W-what no no no, fuck, why did you stop?” you grit as your eyes shut tight in frustration before you open them to glare at him.

Your heaved sighs of annoyance brings a smile to his face; you’re too cute even if you’re trying to talk back and snap at him.

The expression of neediness and desperation is his absolute favourite on you without a doubt. He just loves it so much and he can’t help but feel so proud of himself every single time he brings that side out of you, knowing he’s the only one who can make you feel that way.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, slapping your clit before pushing his fingers inside of you, curling them just right to run against your g-spot, and getting you to completely fall apart underneath him.

“Chan, please.”

You can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into your surrender to him, and the only thing you can do is take it all and beg for more, like a good girl; just how he wants it.

“Fuck, it’s so pathetically cute when you beg like that.”

High pitched moans come from you in time with the fast, unforgiving thrusts of his fingers pumping into you, rubbing against your sweet spot, and before you can beg, he adds another finger.

“Feels so good, oh my god,” you moan. “I’m close.”

Right before you can reach your climax, he slows down and removes his fingers, offering you the sweet coating from your pussy as he sticks them in your mouth. You eagerly accept, the command for you to clean them clear through his action.

While you’re busy lazily sucking off your own juices off Chan’s fingers, he firmly attaches his mouth to clit without warning and begins sucking.

“Look how fucking soaked you are, baby,” he groans against your pussy. “Mhm, fuck- you taste so good.”

It’s all getting too much for you, too overwhelming and you can’t help but scream out for him in pleasure, in overstimulation; you want more, less, you feel like you need to get away for him while simultaneously feeling like you need to get closer to him.

“What’s wrong, my pretty baby?” he tease, licking a long stripe up your wetness and pulling away to say, “What’s got you shaking and quivering like this, hm?”

You feel your entire body jolt, a loud sob of pleasure ripping through your body at the feeling of his mouth on your cunt as you sniffle, a whimper breaking into your voice, “Please, Chan… let me come.”

“Shh, for such a sweet little princess you sure whine like a dumb slut,” he says, his voice hazy and laced with a mixture of entertainment and desire, smirking at your flushed and tear stained face. “Fuck, I love how much of a slut you are. And it’s all for me, right? You’re so good for me.”

“Chan-”

“How does it feel, angel? Am I making you feel good?”

“Y-yes, it f-feels so good, s-so good,” you manage to sob, breathless and hoarse as you choke back a whine, arching your back to try to contain your release for as long as possible. You’re so close, so, so fucking close…

“Do you wanna cum?” he hums against your core in satisfaction, savouring your taste.

You vigorously nod, looking up at Chan like your whole entire life depends on his next words.

“Earn it.”

Saying he takes great pride in making you this desperate is an absolute understatement, it fuels his ego to hear your sobbing his name whenever he sends you over the edge.

You try your best to fight it, resisting the way it’s snapping you till you just can’t anymore.

“P-please, can I cum? fuck-please Channie, I’ll be good for you,” you cry out, “I promise, just please, please.”

He immediately buries his face into your cunt, licking at your slit and using his skilled tongue to stimulate your bundle before vigorously tongue fucking you. Soon, he begins sliding his long fingers in and out of you, eliciting pornographic moans from you.

“Cum for daddy.”

Chan works you through your orgasm, his nose pressed against your swollen nub, making you cum for the nth time.

You shake as you finally come all over his mouth, your body convulsing and falling limp against the soft mattress. But the thing is, he just won’t stop.

“What number is that now, baby?” he asks, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, coaxing a broken moan of his name from your mouth as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses to the crease of your thigh, his eyes dark with lust as he gazes up from between your spread legs.

You voice cracks, your breath stopping short in your chest as your legs shake, “T-three.”

“That’s my good girl,” he wipes your tears, giving you no time to recover from your intense orgasm as his hand slips between your legs once again, his long fingers rubbing fast and merciless circles on your abused clit, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

He grins as you attempt to escape from the pleasure vibrating throughout your body even when you now you can’t.

“You look so dumb trying to escape. Where are you going to run to, hm?” he taunts before he dives back in and wraps his mouth around your clit. He sucks and digs his tongue down into your open pussy before speeding up his ministrations.

A sequence of loud moans and squeals leaves your lips clashing with the sound of his own sinful groans and tongue slurping as he moans in response to your pleasure.

You feel the vibrations running from his tongue to your cunt begin to coax out the release of energy that has been building inside of you. Tears uncontrollably roll down your cheeks as your toes curl, the pleasure becoming too much for your fragile body to handle.

“Go ahead and scream, baby, keep making those sweet noises for me and don’t you dare come before I give you permission.”

There’s nothing he loves more than watching you as you squirm, your body weak and helpless to his ministrations; thighs flexing, limbs quivering, hips bucking — all because of him and only him. He wants you completely drunk on him.

“Channie, I…I can’t-,” you choke out, your voice breaking halfway through the sentence as tears begin running down your face, your voice cracking pathetically in a sob. “I n-need to cum.”

“Aw, baby, how badly do you want to cum, hm?” Chan coos, your juices dripping down his chin as he offers you a mocking pout before his mouth curls into a sadistic smirk, “So bad that you had to cry? How fucking pathetic.”

The feeling of his mouth and fingers is driving you so insane, and you can feel your pussy clench as shivers slithers down your spine.

“It’s too much. I…ngh, I can’t.”

Drowned in lust, his warm tongue encircles your clit, relishing the taste of your pussy as he laps at your folds like he’s starving, and you’re the only thing that will sate his hunger.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. C’mon, you can hold it in.”

You want to tell him it’s too much and that you need to come so bad, but when he flicks his wet tongue from side to side, you can’t help but pull him closer and roughly pull his hair. He groans and moans loudly every time you so that, the vibrations shooting straight into your core.

You eyes roll back, giving into the pleasure.

“Come for me baby, give me one more. I know you can when I tell you to,” he purrs.

Suddenly, you feel your boyfriend press a vibe against your folds, placing it on the highest level as he tongue fucks you.

Chan growls when a high pitched moan slips out from your mouth. “That’s it, baby, scream my name,” he groans before busying himself by sucking, licking and lapping at your sensitive clit as he roughly edges the toy past your folds. “Fuck, I love you so much… my pretty baby.”

“Let go for me, angel… just like that. I got you.”

His finger makes its way down your chest and you shiver and whimper, your time leaving you a little too sensitive to even the simplest thing.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he states, that self confident smirk spread across his face.

“Your mess,” you correct with a pant, biting your bottom lip just a little as Chan smiles playfully.

“You did so good baby, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” he asks softly before he begins kissing up your inner thighs, slowly making his way up to your drooling lips and kissing them, making you taste your own juices.

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siremasterlawrence · 8 months

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Meeting Mr. Hoffman

William “Bill” Hoffman is enjoying the hot steamy shower raining down on him from the shower head as the window next to him cools everything around him.

Happily he turns the knob off exiting shower grabbing the the door knob opening up into the bedroom he is shock to see a strange man.

He smirks offering his hand the man extend his hand as they touch a needle sticks out from his palm into his BIll’s hand instantly it sticks him.

He stops cold at his touch frozen in time he is aware of what happens as the man glee with excitement letting him go he laughs a loud.

His laugh reverberating all over the room it bounces hitting him head on his ears pump up and he cannot believe his eyes at all of everything.

The man ask him what he knows about him all he can say is that they are sharing a half room so much and I agree accept what the fuck.

I command him with a simple snap of my fingers as his eyes roll back falling into his eye sockets and his body sinks to the floor in a quick snatch.

Grabbing his hands I drag him back into the bathroom leaving him laying half naked on the floor with just his towel wrapped over his waist.

I knelt down next to him as I grab his chin in a cup forming with his hand lifting up into the sky and he barely is able to stare into my eyes.

I kiss him slowly on the lips then in form him of his new way of being instructing him to rise to his feet and stand still as the light washes over him.

“This is your Master Lawrence “

“Stare straight ahead “

“You will do exactly as I say without any sort of deviation.”

“Yes Master”

“When you wake up you will go back in time to a few seconds ago.”

“You will be fresh out of the showers.”

“You will recognize me”

“You acknowledge my place over you “

“You will be ready to obey”

“As you wish my Master Lawrence “

“In ten minutes “

“Start counting”

“I’ll be waiting outside “

“Ok let’s commence “

“SNAP”

“What the fuck?”

“Oh Master! Right”

“Must greet him! I am not ready”

“Shit”

“Ok let me check out the mirror”

“I need to comb my hair”

“Brush my teeth”

“Damn it”

“I am late”

“I hope he won’t be pissed”

“He has to be happy with me”

“Oh God!”

“I am going mad”

“Am I crazy?”

“Oh Master! I am so sorry! Thanks for waiting for me.” He exits the bathroom in a huff.

“It’s all well and good!” I say pointing for him to get dress with the clothes on the bed.

“Yes Master!” He adds walking over to the bed he quickly he picks up this nice blue and white striped shirt.

“Hurry up! We have things to do”

“I love you Master”

“Me too pussy”

He is so hot, sweaty and damn so sexy I am in awe at how tall he is imposing on some but a bitch to me.

I cannot wait to swat that ass causing him to jump up in reaction cupping his ass cheek and make him swoon he turns to me smiling.

I began by closing the window shades shut tight, locking the door leaving us to serene sounds of silence.

No interruptions will be coming my way any more at least for the next few hours and I know for sure soon it will be for a lifetime.

“Half way there”

“Better be dressed fully “

“Sorry sir”

“You are cold tonight “

“Maybe I am fed up”

“With me?”

“You have nothing to do with it”

“The Human population “

“They are trash

“How can I make it up for you?

“Kneel between my legs”

“It’s all I ever wanted”

“Make out with me”

“Ugh! Master “

“Yes boi”

“You are driving me crazy”

“Why would I?”

“You are teasing me”

“Maybe or maybe not “

“You will never know”

“But Master?”

“I cannot confirm or deny”

“You are ridiculous “

“Watch it”

“Sorry sir”

“God! I love you “

“I accept nothing less than that”

“Use me, take me and fuck me”

“GET ON THE FUCKING BED”

The end

#steve lund #Hotel #meet and greet #hypnosis #haunted #possession #mind control #reprogramming

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georgies-ftts · 1 month

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my thoughts and opinions on this weeks episode as someone who didn’t have time to watch last weeks episode, has never watched live american telly before and has discovered a new found hatred for your adverts. Also i swear a lot.

let’s begin

(spoilers obviously don’t be a knob)

1. he cannae be captain he’s only got two stripes on his epilette why are we focusing so much on this man

2. Bobby eyeing up that gun I like that (the acting)

3. this guy is giving me uncanny valley and i don’t like it

4. hehe dongle

5. i mean fair enough… in and out just like he said

6. Hen love of my life where the hell have you been loca

7. “and you won’t be anymore either” that’s actually dead funny to me

8. husbands that saw together survive trauma together <3

9. “everyone survived” i know foreshadowing when i see it

10. there’s a lot of drunk driver hatred (as deserved) somethings gonna occurr

11. oh he’s dead… lol karma fuckhead

12. Hen, i love you but why can noone on telly give me actual realistic CPR… break them ribs girl

13. christ these american adverts are weird

14. let me tell you advertising prescription medicine isn’t actually a normal thing to do

15. I don’t know boss man am no a dr but that’s an awful lot of blood are you sure you should still be breathing????

16. “Are you happy” “Yeah, Yeah I am” i have a feeling that’s all about to change buddy

17. just me or can anyone else not see a fucking thing that’s going on this episode why’s everyone in the dark for?

18. moving on from that i love the lighting in the office scene… chefs kiss

19. EXCUSE ME SHE WAS DOING HER JOB, NEXT YOU’LL SUSPEND HER FOR CODLING THE DRUNK DRIVER AND GIVING HIM TEA AND CHEEK KISSES PISS OFFFFF

20. Why do American comm’s systems always fail whenever you actually need them

21. They were axed to pieces. I will let you off -_- this time…

22. “I didn’t shoot him” honestly… same i hope you get yer pay out boss

23. Athena please for the love of god pop a paracetamol or a codeine and chill the fuck out

24. cause it has never been hard enough for them you just had to add a bastard bomb

25. ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES WHY MORE ADVERTS

26. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ADVERTISING TO YOUR CITIZENS

27. The Rookie ad i love it carry on

28. If he wasn’t under the influence then he was just being a cunt and hen had every right to react as such thankyou very much

29. Oh my fuck what is happening - don’t tear them apart i’ll start crying

30. Bitch you’re taking on water stop being a pussy and help

31. “Don’t test me.” Queen, you rag his arse

32. “port stabilisers are gone” surely you should be tilting like a bitch right now or did i miss a frame

33. MORE FUCKING ADVERTS????

34. why’s that lizard from london?

35. WHY ARE YOU ADVERTISING DEMENTIA MEDICATION THAT IS LITERALLY ADVERTISED ALSO AS A DEATH PILL WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMA AND DEATH THATS NOT HELPING

36. “i didn’t save him either” he quite literally refused your help despite being detained

37. didn’t get that SS Menow reference… try the Mayflower next time

38. “Saving the ship” “course she is” GIVE THEM ONE MOMENT OF PEACE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

39. okay good they are tilting like a bitch i will shut my mouth

40. NO STOP TILTING LIKE A BITCH I DONT CARE ABOUT REALISM I TAKE IT BACK NO

41. HOW MANY MORE ADVERTS DO YOU NEED

42. i don’t know but all your meds just seem to be doing the opposite of.. you know… keeping you alive.

43. woah therapy flash back get me one of those

44. you forgot to mention imminent death in your therapy session Mr Sir

45. “We did what we had to do” YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LIVE TOO.

46. “I couldn’t save my first family and I can’t save you either” and what if that was my last straw Robert Nash

47. ABC you can tone down the writing now i’m fucking sobbing

48. FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAN MAN I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT

49. glad the us also have those Haribo ads

50. first time in my almost 20 years of life where i’ve seen an ADVERT for ANTIDEPRESSANTS that also actively make you MORE DEPRESSED

51. Hen i knew you were slaying you’ve never not slayed <3

52. no need for it was there mr boss man? no didn’t think so

53. You have no jurisdiction past the Gulf of Mexico??? ummmm??? distressed cruise ship full of your citizens???? idk??? do something????

54. oh. welp. no surviving that one, have fun with poseidon my loves

55. i don’t know about you but once i’ve been capsized like that in anything bigger than a kayak im giving up…

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goosimp · 8 months

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K.I.M J.O.O.N.G.O.O

I love him. No new news. But I fucking love him. I love that adorable little fluffy haired bastard more than words can explain, more than I can talk, more than my entire life. I use pictures because I can't find the corecct words to use most of the time and expressions are the only thing i could show. OK.

Starting from his first appearance

I CAN'T- I-😭😭😭😭😭😭😭twink I don't remember what I exactly thought of him when I first saw this, probs some lanky guy gonna solo some side bitches and save vasco buttt

this pannel

I fucking loved vasco, ok? I loved little vasco and his backstory I am a fucking sucker for gap moes BUT THEN! GOO CAME WITH THIS GOOFY ASS LINE AND I WAS SOLD. SOLD MF. Srs who wouldn't, look at that goofy ass smile, with goofy ass eyebrows, with goofy ass glasses, with goofy ass hair and then that twink ass bod. But this face fr be the I pull when I am with little kids.

I am honestly crying and dying looking at this😭😭😭😭Look at him pull some karate kid move and he is so kjgwbdvk happy and smug😭? HIS HAIR!! HIS HAIRRR💀💀IT'S FUKING GLOWING AT THE BACK LIKE BITCH HE IS MFING GLOWING anddddddd he looks so little here ahkjsgvsgvc

this. I love this. Pookie showed up for the first time and already cracked some eggs. Who wouldn't love him???? First impressions are important. And Kim Joongoo slayed it🦅🦅👄

and this is one of my fav pannels of Goo.If you understand you understand, if you don't then try harder to understand. Because LOOK at that hand, that pose? that smile? like????😭? GAWDDDDDD I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM SO BAD AND SHAKE HIM LIKLE A MILKSHAKE👹👹👹

currently break dancing to "She's crazy but she's mine'', thanks to hamburger

ANYWAYS i still don't know if I should lable this nightmare or best dream of my life if I saw this on my dream

he still cute tho<3333 but I wouldn't dare go near him, jut a little pat on the head wouldn't hurt tho ;P

that chair was actually me ya'all, he was throwing me😋😋

proof👆

but srs I love this pannel so myuch like he is throwing chair while saying carrying knife is cheap??? mhm Such a cutie pattootie💗💗💗skhdikvckvbsh simply truly adorable you know muy baby😭😭

yes love break all his fingers, break his skull too, break him💓💓💓 how dare that thing touch you. nothing much for me to add here. Slay.

if any one of you dares to say he looks weird. I will come for your throt even tho you are correct but you will be deemed wrong because I said so. ok? lets just all agree he is stuill cute here '3'

And this. Good loard. If this didn't make you stan goo then I don't know hat else will. He looks so chill and goofy eheheheh I love him so much ❤❤ Look at him just munching on snacks while he gets 'accused' my lil meow moew <33333

You might be thinking to just not talk about this, letting it pass as PTJ's old artstyle but NO. He is Kim Joongoo and we love kim Joongoo in amy form of matter or shape. NO KIM JOONGOO PANEL SHALL GO UNLOVED UNDER MY WATCH. Comeon he looks like he might bite but I swear he doesn't. He is just a little silly that's all🥰🥰

coming on to his second appearance

OUR FASHION KING, OUR MESSIAH, OUR BABYBOY, OUR BABY ❤❤❤👄👄💟💟💟❣❣❣💞💞💞💞💞 he was born to slay, if you don't agree go argue with a wall. That long coat >.< i have never seena man wear that long coat and when I searched it, it specifically showed just for women only, baby boy is rocking with that striped socks💞💞💞

understandable I love deadpool and spiderman too<333333

That little heart could end me in less than a second. So if he did talk like how deadpool talks playfully...I am a dead man. I could not be under the influence and still think I would survive a nuclear bomb dropped right above me but this? THIS?? Neh eh I could never survive if I hear him talk like that. I would be a dead piece of meat INSTANT. Gone like the dinosaurs in an instant.

AHHHH PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHHHHHRFEBETNRYJN😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASEEEEE GODDDDDDD

i miss these type of lips not that I am saying the ones we get now are bad but these are just a whole different typr of beasts compared to now. Look at his lips, i want ti pinch it and then apply lip balm to it the wipe it off and apply lipstick on it. Look at them It's so glossy and juicy like for who did he get his lips so plump for WHORE🤨🤨??

silly goo doing silly stuff<3333

sksksksksk I love how his hair looks here. Reminds me of Donald Trump's hair or is it wig idk but I love how Goo looks here

ew.

seeing this bitch made my mood sour. I will continue the ramble later.

#part 1 #lookism #kim joongoo #fuck that hoe

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frankenhookersmonster · 1 year

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fictober day thirty one - hookup, lovebug!frank castle x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dad's best friend!frank castle x reader, smut (p in v)

word count - 1.8k

fictober masterlist - lovebug masterlist - masterlist

twitter - ko-fi

got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!!

a/n - a little treat for the end of fictober :] ty for reading

October Thirty-First, one year after leaving

Everything hurt. You were conscious, compared to your fleeting lucidity the day before, and that only amplified your pain. Your wisdom teeth had been bothering you for a bit, you knew you needed them out for a while but only recently it had become unbearable. Unfortunately for you, this overlapped with Halloween. You had made plans to go out with some friends, dress up cute, maybe get a little bit fucked up if you so felt. The plans dissolved, though, and now you were plopped down on the couch in a manageable amount of pain. Halloweentown played on the tv, you swallowed as much water as you could and hugged a stuffed animal you had left at home over a year ago.

The door creaked open, it was just loud enough for you to hear, along with the shaking off of boots. Sock clad feet walked up to the living room, and unfortunately for you, the closer they got the more recognizable they became.

“Cozy?” You looked up to Frank, who was pulling off a heavy, brown canvas jacket. You figured he’d stop by at some point, you couldn’t really escape him try as you might. You nodded, drinking what was left of your water and hearing the ice clatter around the glass. “Here.” Frank held his hand out, flexing his fingers. “You don’t have to.” You mumbled, voice straining which made him have to hide a smile. “Just give it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen with your cup, you could hear him add ice and fill it with water. When he came back in you took him in fully, the red of his cheeks disappearing as he warmed up in your house. “Thank you.” Your words were quick, choking them down with a sip of your new water. “No problem.” Frank let out a huff as he sat down next to you.

“The hell is this movie?” You snorted, turning to see his furrowed brows as he scanned the screen. “Have you never seen Halloweentown?” He looked at you then, his arms still resting on his thighs. “The fuck is a Halloweentown?”

You laughed loudly, ignoring the pain in your throat. He frowned, leaning back against the couch cushions. “You mean to tell me you’ve never seen the 1998 Disney Channel classic?” Frank shrugged. “I’m an old fuck, remember?” He smiled, reaching a hand over to tuck some hair behind your ear. It had been a minute since you had been with Frank, going on ten months at this point, but he still had that effect on you. Butterflies were forming, though you did your best to ignore them.

“How’s the recovery going?” His eyes were burrowing into you, tongue slotted in between his teeth. You hummed, shutting your eyes as his touch around your jaw lingered. “It’s been, like, four days and it still hurts like a bitch.” Frank pouted, his hand wandering down to hold your throat gently. If he asked you to speak you would’ve stuttered, your face would’ve flushed and your eye’s would’ve blinked too much.

“Would it hurt, like a bitch, if I kissed you?” You knew it would happen sooner or later, you just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. You didn’t mind, though, because you’d be lying if just seeing him wasn’t turning you on. “N-no.” You stuttered, feeling your hands get clammy under your fuzzy blanket.

Frank leaned close, you could feel his hot breath against your lips before he moved his face to your neck. You groaned, a mix of arousal and annoyance when he didn’t connect your mouths. He moved to the other side of your neck to leave a kiss, then to the center just below your chin. He moved to your chin, then hovered over your lips just long enough to hear you whimper. He smiled, tilting his head to lay his lips on your cheek, then slowly moving himself to kiss your other cheek.

“What are you doing, ah-” Frank licked a stripe up your neck, taking his time to coat your throat in his spit. Once he removed himself from your skin, left a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Not gonna share my spit with someone who just had oral surgery, sweetheart.”

In one swift movement, Frank pulled your blankets off of you to reveal your body, covered in your favorite comfy clothes. “Nice pajamas.” He snorted, you went to cover your face but Frank kissed the backs of your hands. He pulled you close, gently resting you down on the back of the couch.

Frank’s mouth moved down to your chest, the small amount of skin that was showing was covered in wet kisses while his fingers tugged on the ends of your shirt. You took your hand and placed it over his. “Can I keep it?” It wasn’t like Frank hadn’t seen every inch of you, because he certainly had. It had been a while, though, and being on the couch for the past few days had made you feel a little gross and unsexy. “Of course.” He smiled at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, which immediately made your confidence grow.

“How about the shorts?” He had moved closer to your lower half, waistband of both your sweat shorts and your underwear in between his fingers. “T-Take them off, please.” You muttered, adjusting yourself and lifting your hips so he could pull your clothes down. His lips met your hips, then your naval, and then your belly. You giggled, though it was met with a moan when his fingers came up to your core. “There it is. Missed this.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Where’s your dad? Lena?” He looked up at you with blown pupils, fingers still playing with your cunt while you tried to search for an answer. “At a b-bar. The new one that just opened, Lena’s friend owns it, fuck.” He clicked his tongue, massaging the skin on your hips with his hands. “You poor, poor thing. Dad left you all alone after you got your wisdom teeth out, huh.” You wanted to remind him that you were pretty much healed, that the pain was bad though manageable, but you didn’t let yourself turn to putty in his grip.

“Bet I could slip in right now, and I’ve barely touched you. Wanna find out?” Before he even finished his sentence, he was pulling his shirt off and unzipping his pants. You saw the imprint through his boxers as you adjusted yourself, let your legs spread to either side of Frank and gave a view of all of you. He smiled, pulling down what was left of his clothes before he took a thumb to your swelling clit, cold air hitting it harshly. You shivered, “Please, Frankie.”

Pushed in, taking his time. He looked at your face, your expression blissed out. He ate it up, leaning down to suck on your neck harshly. He stayed put for a moment, basking in your heat, the heat that he missed so dearly. “Fuck me already, please, god. I’m already in pain, I just need you to do this for me, Frankie.” He was stunned, in all the time that Frank had known you, nothing like that had ever slipped from your lips, especially when you were underneath him like this.

He did as you asked, gently rocking his hips against you at first. His pace quickened fast enough, hair falling into his face while he tried to look into your eyes. Your vision was a bit blurry, light moans escaping your lips before he hit your favorite spot. He knew he was close to it before you did, even after all this time he still knew your body like the back of his hand. You let him know, though, because a long, deep moan came out and shook him, he could have cum from just that.

“You miss this too, sweetheart?” You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth. Maybe you did miss him, maybe you just missed sex this good. It was hard to tell when Frank was doing everything right, everything perfect, and giving you the attention you craved. “You fuck me so good, Frank, love it when you fuck me like this.”

He continued to kiss your skin, masking his moans when he did so. He hadn’t had sex like this in a while, and having it with you was a dream come true. When he came over, he didn’t expect to end up inside of you. Frank saw the cars, apart from yours, missing from the driveway. He remembered watching your dad all but carry you into the house a few days before, gauze hanging out of your mouth and giggles coming from both of you. He didn’t want you to be alone, he did care about you and all so the thought of you helpless in the house with a wisdom toothless mouth made him frown.

His actions were self indulgent. Frank couldn’t lie, he came over with some ulterior motives, even put a condom he didn’t end up using in his pocket. He didn’t expect you to be so susceptible, he didn’t think you would be until he was inside of you, seeing the way your face twisted up like it always did.

You were squeezing him tight, holding him close to your skin. Normally he’d be hiss, shake off the grip, but being with you again had made him ignore the pain. “Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good, uh-” He was getting close, and though he tried to edge himself it was hard with the way your cunt was gripping him.

You didn’t even notice the tears falling from your eyes, but Frank did, clearing them away with his lips. A hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb swiping away the mix of teardrops and Frank’s saliva that laid on your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jesus Christ.” He hid in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid his orgasm. “Frank, hmm making me feel amazing, just like you always do.”

“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that.” You giggled, interrupted by a sharp moan. “Isn’t that the point?”He groaned. “Where, tell me where to cum sweetheart.” You thought for a moment, hard as it was as he fucked your swollen folds. “T-Thighs.”

He nodded, though you came before the thought of his seed covering your skin could fully soak in. He helped you ride out your orgasm before quickly pulling out. He pushed your knees to your chest and came on the back of your thighs in long spurts. When your eyes opened you could see his face, furrowed brows and gaping mouth as he painted your skin.

Once he was done, still catching his breath, he took a thumb to wipe the cum around. “I’ll get a towel in a second, I just,” He trailed off, lost in watching the cum drip onto the couch. “Frankie, it'll stain.” You whined. He heard you, though he still took his time with your fucked out body. “Pretty, pretty baby.” He leaned down to kiss the back of your kneecaps. “Towel, now.”

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