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Rebel AU Mulette Smut PT 2

The frenchman stares up at him with wide surprised eyes at being overpowered so quickly, especially after that orgasm. But soon, his dark eyes narrow with lust and he pushes himself up on his elbows to look directly into Hercules eyes. He feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Getttt on with it thennnn~” he sings, leaning up to kiss him. Herc ducks out of the way at the last second, instead bringing one hand up to press a finger against the taller man’s lips.

“Uh huh. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore now”, he whispers, leaning in close. “I’m gonna touch you all over and you can’t move unless I say so, ok?”

Lafayette whines around his fingers at that, tightening his grip on Hercules waist, before seemingly getting an idea. He darts his tongue out at the shorter man’s finger pressed against his lip, slicking them up, before bringing the digits into his mouth to suck on them, keeping his eyes trained on the shorter man the whole time. Hercules groans at the sight, pleasure heating up in the pit of his belly again.

“Babe, I’m trying to make this about you” he whines, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth reluctantly. Lafayette just smirks at that, freeing his hands to push them up against Hercules’ chest. His fingers dance along the ab lines and he stifles a moan at the feeling of his deft fingers. God. He’s too tipsy for this and he feels so overstimulated.

“You should know now, mon amour, that you cannot control me” the frenchman breathes hotly, kissing up against his neck.

Something inside Hercules snaps at that. “Are you sure?” he challenges, grinning. He runs his forefinger down the centre of Lafayette’s chest before hastily pulling his turtleneck up over his head. He smiles satisfyingly at the hickies he left on his neck before bringing his lips down to plant wet open-mouthed kisses along the skin of his chest, tasting the salty tang of sweat. He slowly kisses his way up his chest, before smirking when finding his target. With a smile, he brings his mouth closer, simultaneously bringing his hand down to Lafayette’s crotch. Lafayette’s eyes widen.

“Oh non, Hercules you would not dar–” he’s cut off with a muffled scream as Hercules swirls his tongue over his nipple, pinching and twisting the bud in his fingers. His boyfriend practically becomes putty in his hands, his head thrown back in a wanton moan and the sound goes straight to Hercules dick again, even after his release.

Yes, Hercules, c'est si bon” he moans, and Hercules doesn’t know a lot of french, but he knows Lafayette’s body well enough to understand that he’s enjoying himself. He swirls his tongue against the nipple, reaching down Lafayette’s sweatpants to massage his hard dick through his boxers. The frenchman writhes under him, head thrown back into the sheets and muttering uselessly in french.

Merde, Herc – you must stop or I–, ungh”.

Hercules brings his mouth up with a wet pop to smirk down at the man under him. “Now who said I can’t control you?” he grins, leaning their foreheads together.

“John is here” Lafayette whines under him, glaring at the door to the hall. “You are lucky he takes so long in the shower.”

Hercules just grins. “We better make this a quick one then, babe.” He leans up to reach into the bedside drawer where he knows the lube and condoms are kept. As always, they’re there. They’re running out of condoms though, and Hercules makes a mental note to buy some more later. Fucking Alex must have stole some. He shakes his head playfully before turning back to his boyfriend.

He can’t stop the gasp that escapes his lips.

He’s taken off his pants now, lying only in his navy boxers. He’s leaning back up against the bedframe and staring at him through hooded eyes, darkened with lust. Hercules suppresses a moan at the sight and instead licks his lips hungrily.

“Well?” the man purrs, rocking his hips upward. “Are we going to… how you say, fuck? or not?”

Hercules practically scrambles out of his own pants before leaning back over his boyfriend. “Sure,” he says breathlessly, running his hands up and down the Frenchman’s inner thighs. He leans down to bite at the V leading down to his crotch and Lafayette bites back a moan, bucking his hips up. “Also,” he smirks, pulling down the boxers and exposing his cock, “don’t act like you don’t know what fucking is babe.”

“What can I say, you… aaah, make me forget… my English” the man breathes, Hercules not stopping his movements. The man looks down at him through thick eyelashes, eyes glassy with pleasure.

He kisses the crown of his boyfriend’s penis, using his free hand to squirt some lube onto his fingers. He gives the member some experimental strokes with his free hand and delights at the precum leaking from the slit. He leans forward to lap at the forming bead, enjoying the salty bitter taste.

With his other hand, he presses up two lubed fingers against the frenchman’s entrance. “Is this ok, babe?” he whispers, concerned.

Lafayette just wraps his thighs tight around his head in response. “Oui. You will not stop now, Hercules.”

With that permission, he smiles up at him  and pushes two fingers into Lafayette. He watches with amusement as Laf writhes under him, pushing up against his fingers and letting out scattered moans. He stretches him out, massaging the flesh inside, before curling his fingers up against a spot he knows that has Lafayette screaming out his name. Bingo. Found it.

Well, they’d been dating for awhile. As Herc said, he knows his boyfriend’s body.

He works against his prostate, making sure to keep eye contact with his boyfriend at all times. Lafayette is just a stunning mess, hair falling out of his bun, sweat glistening his skin and mouth curled in a sinful gasp. He looks beautiful.

Merde, Hercules, je pourrais me noyer dans tes yeux.” The frenchman moans, eyes glazed over and the shorter man feels his hair being tugged as Lafayette rakes his fingers through his curls. “You are so wonderful, magnifique, god…!”

He continues this for awhile, delighting in his boyfriend’s moans, before Lafayette pushes his head up with a sharp tug on his hair. There’s a bit of pleasurable pain there which tingles his skull just nicely  “That is…” he huffs, breathless underneath him. “Enough. Please. You must… make love to me. now. I cannot wait any longer. Je te veux tellement.

Hercules says nothing, just leans back up to stare at him lustfully before slotting their mouths together. Lafayette whimpers through the kiss, swirling his tongue desperately back into his boyfriend’s mouth.

He pulls his own boxers down and discards them on the floor hastily. He rolls a condom down his straining member, giving it a few pumps, before crawling back over the taller man and grabbing his hips. He lines himself up carefully. “You good?” he whispers, bringing his hips toward to meet his entrance. Lafayette just frowns at that, throwing his arms in the air.

“I will be good when you fuck me.” He growls, and with that Hercules snaps his hips forward. And shit he feels so fucking good around him.

Lafayette throws his head back and lets out the loudest moan he’s heard all night and Hercules feels himself straining even harder. Lafayette’s walls clench around his dick so wonderfully and it takes all his self control to not just start thrusting wildly into him, letting his dick speak for his brain. Instead sets a slower pace, letting his boyfriend adjust, but soon Lafayette has his nails raking down his back and he knows he’s ready.

Harder” the frenchman grits, rocking his hips up to meet each of Hercules’ thrusts. He speeds up his pace, slamming into him roughly and watches as he hits a spot that has Lafayette seeing stars and throwing his head back against the pillow. “God, god, god”  the man moans, staring blankly at the ceiling, face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck.”

“Shit Laf, how are you so goddamn tight”, he groans as the walls tighten impossibly around his length, clamping down on him. The frenchman just moans in response, lost in his own pleasure. Hercules reaches down his free hand to fist Lafayette’s strained dick, rock hard and leaking against his chest and relishes in the look in Lafayette’s eyes. God. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone so beautiful in his life. He’s struck by how much love he feels for the man underneath him.

“Lafayette, I love you–” he murmurs, moaning as his boyfriend rakes his nails along his back. “So much. Fuck.” He thrusts faster, harder, losing himself in the sensation.

Lafayette just babbles incoherently under him, eyes rolling into the back of his head and hand clenching the bedsheets. “Oui, oh yes, yes, right there!” he cries out, and Hercules adjusts his hips and angles himself so he hits that spot every time. He glances up to look in the frenchman’s eyes and the wide eyed, lustful look he gets back sends him teetering closely to the edge.

“I love you so much, je t'aime, mon amour,” he cries out. Hercules pumps his hand around Lafayette faster at that, and the man juts his hips up to meet his thrusts.

Tu es magnifique.“

His moans become louder by the second, and in a fleeting moment he really hopes that John was having a really long shower because the sounds coming from his mouth are filthy. God he needs to take french lessons.

“I’m so close, are you close, babe?” he pants and stares down at his boyfriend lovingly. He slots their lips back together and then the frenchman pulls back with a scream of  “Herculeeees” and suddenly the man spasms underneath him, hips bucking under the pleasure of his orgasm and cums against his chest.

The action sends Hercules himself over the edge, and with a few more thrusts his vision burns bright and he comes violently, throwing his head back in a moan.

They lay there for a while, breathing heavily against one another, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. A few beats later, Herc pulls himself out and Lafayette mewls at the loss of his fullness. He ties the condom and expertly throws it in the bin beside the bed before crawling back to curl at Lafayette’s side.

The taller man reaches out to give him a sweet kiss before resting his head on his shoulder, drawing circles against his bare chest.

“Laf, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He murmurs earnestly, kissing the top of his head.

The frenchman’s eyes shine with tears as he bursts into a wide grin.

“You are as well, mon amour. You are as well.”

***

forgive me for i have sinned

i saw that you liked it on your instagram story so i had to submit the second half  !

i am going to hell

Peed my Pants While Tech Supporting A Friend!

You know the drill. This happened to me, I wrote out the experience for omorashi.org, I’m reposting it here. But this one is actually fairly recent!

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Hi everyone! It’s me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I’ve written anything here or done any lottos, I’ve been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I’ve lived here a little over a week now) but I think I’m doing okay. The long and short of it is, I’ve been busy like I’ve never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an…incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening.

Also, it’s been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I’m KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here.

Obligatory description phase!

I don’t change much :P. I’m in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I’ve been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don’t like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I’m 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I’m not looking for stalkers. I’m also as pale as a snowy winter day.

On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes.

Now to tell you about my day!  It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I’m no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that’s what happens. I didn’t INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom….BUT. I received a call on Discord.

Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn’t know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game.

Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty.

You see, this wasn’t as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn’t know where it was by default given I’m not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure.

“Kaylee I’ll help you, but I’ve REALLY gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
“No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(”

You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said “Fine.”

First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn’t, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn’t working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee.

Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn’t find one in the general location. Her steam wasn’t in her program files.

“Where did you install Steam?”

“I dunno. :D”

I was so frustrated I leaked. That’s not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you’re holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it.

“Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I’ll be ba–”

“Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we’ll be done.”

Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop.

Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I’m pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass.

Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn’t be able to properly fight it this time.

“Kaylee I’ll be rig–”

“But–”
“Kaylee I’m about to piss my fucking pa–”

I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn’t hold it. I COULDN’T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging.

“Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no”

It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn’t help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I’m very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty.

Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good.

“Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!”

“Oh don’t worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone.”
“Kay! Talk to you later!”

And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj’s in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo’s after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food.

I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3

i am a sophisticated man. a sophisticated man of many tastes.

dirt. mud. soil. sand. gravel. grit. whatever rock there may be. its got value and flavor

sickly love [yuta nct]

pairing: nakamoto yuta x (f)reader

summary: you’re trying to be studious but you’re sick and yuta isn’t into that

a/n: i never realise how short most of my scenarios are until i’ve finished them lol can u believe smth so short takes me so many hours

Your nose is running again, you’re freezing cold even though you have at least three layers on, and you’ve had exactly five people ask you if you’re crying because your eyes can’t stop streaming. You can’t even coherently reply to them to tell them no I’m not crying leave me alone because your throat feels like death – like sandpaper and grit and rock salt rolled into one. You want a hot drink to make the pain disappear for five seconds and you want to go home.

You also want your boyfriend.

Yuta’s been nothing short of busy for the past two weeks and you’ve only seen him through snapchat selfies with filters on top, but the cute selfies don’t suffice for the natural beauty and radiating warmth that is Nakamoto Yuta. Despite this, he’s tried his hardest to ensure you don’t feel too lonely, making sure to text you a minimum of four times whenever he has a break and sending a stream of snapchats.

As if he can tell you’re thinking of him, your phone buzzes what feels like ten times consecutively against the desk.

[02:23pm, YUTA <3]: hello~~~ my girlfriend

[02:24pm, YUTA <3]: how are you, my girlfriend~~ ♡ I’m eating now!! Make sure you eat also :) ♡♡

[02:25pm, YUTA <3]: please entertain me doyoung is being annoying ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[02:27pm, YUTA <3]: did I send too many hearts im sorry pls respond

You grin at the caring, overdramatic texts and glance at the strewn notebooks filled with notes on the table around you and the document open on the computer in front of you, half filled with words you’re not sure make sense. I will indulge in my boyfriend this once, you think (and ignore the other thought of this is definitely not the first time, or the last).

[02:30pm, you]: hello my boyfriend <3

[02:30pm, you]: eat well!! especially since I can’t because I’m not feeling too good :((( feel sorry for me (also when is doyoung not annoying lmao)

[02:32pm, you]: speaking of the boys, how are they??? tell sicheng I like his hair

His reply comes through instantly.

[02:32pm, YUTA <3]: you’re sick? call me

You’re slightly offended at Yuta’s total disregard for the other messages you sent, but there’s no denying the swell in your chest that of all messages to focus on, Yuta seemed to zone in on the one where you say you’re not feeling good.

Even though the message says for you to call him, your phone starts vibrating in your hand a couple of seconds after the text comes in.

“Hello?” You say.

“Hello, my ‘not feeling too good’ girlfriend,” Yuta’s voice comes through the receiver, chirpy with a hint of fatigue.

“How are you? I hope you told Sicheng what I said about his hair.”

“Yeah, yeah, Sicheng knows you like his hair – you’re not feeling well? Are you home?”

As if you’re following a script, a harsh cough comes up from your chest and you quickly move the phone away from your face so Yuta can’t hear you kind of dying.

“I heard that.”

“I’m fine. And I’m in the library, working on that stupid group project.”

Yuta sighs, “Baby, go home. Your project isn’t due for a while, right?”

You sigh too. You wish you could go home, but you want to do what you can for the project so that your part is done – then you can go home and pity yourself and pout over the fact that you rarely get to see your boyfriend and that you’re sick and still can’t see your boyfriend.

“Y/N,” Yuta can tell you’re trying to resist what he’s telling you to do. You know he’s right, that you’re too sick to be in a public place and that your project deadline isn’t for weeks, so with a voice that sounds as soft as clouds but still as demanding as thunder he says, “Please rest. I think I have the next couple of days off and I want to spend them with my pretty and healthy girlfriend. Currently you’re only one of those things.”

“The healthy part?” You joke.

“The pretty, silly.” He lets out a breath that’s almost a laugh and you can imagine his smile even if you can’t see each other.

“I’ll just finish this last part of the project, okay? Then I’ll go home and take the gross cough medicine you say always works best.”

With a hum he says, “Proud of you. That cough medicine really is something else.” Just when you think the phone call is over, Yuta suddenly says, “Look after yourself, okay? If I can finish work earlier tonight I will, and I expect that you’ll be half asleep on the couch with anything on the TV. Then we can cuddle.”

“But I’ll make you sick, too.” You pout.

“Wow, being sick with my girlfriend? Us being sick together? I can’t think of anything better, my pretty and healthy girlfriend~”

You roll your eyes and say, “I’m hanging up now,” and even though he’s giggling at himself, you hear a faint “love you!” through the phone as you end the call. Placing your phone screen-first onto the table, you turn back to your notes.

Yuta does manage to leave work early and, just as promised, cuddles you whilst watching TV. And just like you said, Yuta is as sick as you the next week.

Sanvers Week: Nerd Girlfriends

//it’s 12am y'know what that means!!\

“You said we were going to a beach, Ally.” Maggie said, raising an eyebrow.

“And we are!” Alex shouted over the rev of her motorcycle.

Smooth pavement whirled underneath them. Alex toed the brakes, knowing the beach was going to turn up through the curtain of trees. And soon enough, it did.

The sun began to set, swirling the sky with purples and oranges and pinks and reds, sort of resembling a rainbow. The sand glistened with the last few rays of light, waves rolling on top of it, darkening and packing the grains together.

“Hm. Riding a motorcycle to the beach. A similar aesthetic, I guess.” Maggie muttered, defeated. “It’s pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you, Maggie.” Alex tilted her head, pulling her girlfriend closer against her.

Maggie smirked. “That was too cheesy. And I read it in Twilight.”

“Ah, but did you read: You are hotter than the sun?” Alex laughed at Maggie’s tongue, sticking out of her mouth. “Get that tongue back in there, and let’s find out what happens when you drive a motorcycle over sand.”

The rock grits spat out behind the wheels, blowing into Maggie’s hair. Birds cooed and water whispered on the beach.

“Wanna go stargazing?” Maggie asked, watching the colours fade to a dark blue.

A smug look crawled itself onto Alex’s face. “I can see all the stars in your eyes.”

“Oh my god, Alex.”

They parked her motorcycle on the side of the road and walked hand in hand to a grassy spot.

Maggie’s hair spread out as she laid her head on Alex’s chest. Crickets sounded and a breeze rustled the leaves. The air tasted like salt and smelled like french fries.

It was silent for a bit, except for their breaths. Then white dots began to twinkle above, slowly making constellations.

“Look!” Alexs’s face lit up. “Cassiopeia!”

“What?”

“My favourite constellation. She was a queen in Ancient Greece and never stopped talking about how beautiful she was. And then her daughter, there.” Alex babbled, pointing to a cluster of stars. “Andromeda. She was chained to a rock and eaten by the monster Cetus.

Maggie’s heart expanded, watching her girlfriend rant about the constellations. She knew Alex was a nerd, but she didn’t know how  much until now. Running her fingers through the short brown hair, she listened closely to the stories. She planted a kiss to her cheek and wished she could bottle up this moment forever.

Seokmin smut

“Seokmin!” I scream, laying flat on my back in bed.

I knew my boyfriend was home, he came up and said hey twenty minutes ago. He left to go back downstairs after giving me a quick kiss, not even noticing that I was dressed in lingerie and horny as fuck.

“Seokmin!”

I get no response once again so I huff, pouting my lip out. Grunting, I lift myself up from the bed and strip down naked before leaving the room. Maybe he would pay attention to me if my boobs were hanging out. I walk down to the basement where I could hear his video game shaking the walls of the house.

“Baby,” I contort my face into the cutest puppy face I can manage as I make it down the stairs.

I turn into the living room where he was, sat on the edge of the couch. Just like I had thought, he had the Xbox controller in his hands, headset thrown over his messy hair carelessly. Some stupid ass shooting game was on the screen, and everytime he got shot at he would curse out whoever was on the other side of the call. I walk over to him, lowering down to sit next to him with my hand on his shoulder.

“Hi baby,” he rushes out really fast, turning his head and kissing my cheek quickly before looking back at his game. “Oh nothing. It’s just my girlfriend.”

Just his girlfriend? I frown. He wasn’t paying attention to me, he didn’t even realize I was fucking naked next to him. Naked. Like I was wearing his favorite thing on me; nothing, and he didn’t notice. I’d just have to make him.

“Seokmin baby,” I breathe out seductively, leaning closer to lightly kiss his ear.

“Not now Princess, Oppa’s playing the game with Hansol,” he says absently.

“But Seokmin,” I whine.

“Baby girl, I promise I’ll come up to bed in a few hours okay? Just let me play, this is a brand new~ Holy shit Vernon was that a no scope shot?! Fuck yeah dude!”

“Hell yeah it was! That was fucking sick man!” I can hear Vernon yell in excitement through the headset.

“Ugh fuck this.”

I stand up and move in front of Seokmin, his head darting to the side immediately so he could see around me, his hands furiously working on his controller buttons. He doesn’t say a word and keeps his attention on the TV screen as I push against his shoulders. He complies willingly and scoots back until he’s leaning against the couch cushions. I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips and he moves his arms to wrap around me, thumbs pounding on the controller buttons behind my back.

“Ahh fuck! Stop killing me you little fucker!”

Vernon’s adorable laugh reaches my ears and usually I would Awh at the sound but right now I was horny and on a mission.

“Baby it’s-” Seokmin looks at me for a brief second, but does a double take, his eyes roaming over my body. His face contorts from confusion to shock. “Why are you-”

“What?” I ask, tilting my head. I slowly grind my hips down and he bites his lip, hard.

“Wait yeah. Yeah Hansol I’m still here sorry,” Seokmin goes back to his game without so much as a second glance and I roll my eyes in annoyance, grinding down harder. My boyfriend sucks in a sharp breath, and his body tenses under me.

“Dude are you alright?” Vernon asks on the headset and I roll my hips at a quicker pace. The rough fabric of Seokmin’s jeans felt good on my swollen clit and I let out a soft moan.

“Y-yeah,” Seokmin stutters, whining in the back of his throat. All of the sudden he snaps to the side. “Dude where the hell are you? How do you know this map so damn well already?”

“I studied it,” Vernon answers.

“Fucking cheater,” Seokmin grumbles, his brows furrowing with the intensity of his stupid game.

He was looking around my body to see the TV again, the short attention he had on me gone. I push myself off of his lap and drop to my knees in front of him. His breathing gets shallow as I unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down his legs with a little struggle. Once they’re down at his ankles, I reach back up and grab his boxers. He lifts his hips up so I can tug them down to where his jeans were, his half hard cock flopping against his thigh. I push his knees apart and crawl between them until I can grab him in my hand, him gasping above me.

“You okay?”

“I’m good dude,” he says. “Fuck! Will you stop killing me already damn it! Let me get one kill in on you, just one. Please?”

“Really? Are you begging?” Vernon laughs.

“Yes! I’m desperate, I just want to kill you one-” Seokmin moans loudly when I suddenly swallow his throbbing tip down my throat. I swirl my tongue around and bob my head on his cock a few times, easily getting him completely hard. “Fuck. Sorry, I had a stomach cramp suddenly.”

“Ahh. I hate those,” Vernon says. “But okay. I’ll let you kill me. Come find me first though.”

“That’s not fair! Fuck wait..” Seokmin breathes heavily through his nose, looking up at me when I straddle him again and sink down onto his cock.

“Wait what?” Vernon asks.

“Nothing man, I’m coming to find you.”

Seokmin pats his shoulder, looking right into my eyes so I lean forward and bury my face into his neck, my arms wrapping around. This way he could see a little over my body and keep playing. I start moving and I close my eyes. Finally, relief.

“At least give me a hint,” Seokmin speaks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks. I slowly lift my hips up and drop back down on his cock, setting a slow pace.

“A hint? I’m camping behind a clown,” Vernon says.

“Dude the entire map is an abandoned carnival! There are clowns everywhere!”

Vernon starts laughing hysterically, quite loudly and Seokmin thought it was okay to let out a groan. He brushes it off when Vernon, again, asks if he’s alright.

“Let’s hurry and finish this round. I want to be the last kill.”

“I already promised you last kill, but you have to come find me.”

I bare my teeth over Seokmin’s sweaty neck and bite down, nibbling gently. He came home from practice and jumped on the game without taking a shower first, so his hard work from today was still glazed over his body. I moan into his ear and he grunts, his hips jerking up.

“Oh fuck Seokmin,” I whimper, licking at his neck. “Again baby.”

He moans and wraps his arms tight around my hips, his controller digging into my back as he thrusts up again.

“Shit.. Yes baby girl..” Seokmin breathes out.

“Dude? What the hell are you doing?”

“G-gotta go Vernon, I have to go. Let’s play tomorrow.”

“Seokmin, wait-”

I hear the game controller fall to the floor and I sit up straight to watch Seokmin rip his headset off and throw it far across the room. I smile at him and he puckers his lips up at me, begging for a kiss. I give him what he wants, pushing our mouths together and moaning when he grabs my hips and grinds into me.

“Fucking naughty,” he whispers. “Riding my dick while I’m playing the game. Such a bad baby girl.”

“Seokmin,” I whine, gasping when he thrusts up into me sharply.

“Give me your hands,” he says and I place them on top of his on my hips. He moves and laces our fingers together, keeping our lips locked as he squeezes my hands in his. “Move Princess..”

Slowly, I lift myself off of his thighs and drop back down, both of us releasing noises into each other’s mouths.

“Again..” He moans. I continuously lift myself up and slam back down until I’m bouncing in my boyfriends lap, whimpers leaving my mouth. “I can’t concentrate on my game with your sexy ass sat on my dick baby.”

“Sorry,” I pull away and moan, not sorry at all.

“Mhmm,” he groans, rocking his hips up into mine and meeting my bounces. I throw my head back and bite my lip.

“Seokmin..”

“That’s right baby. Say my name,” Seokmin’s nails dig into the back of my hands as he squeezes them tightly, his hips thrusting up faster.

“Deeper,” I beg.

“Like this baby?” My boyfriend shifts his angle, his body sliding a little down and his cock slipping further inside me.

“Just like that,” I breathe out, rolling my body in a grind.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking beautiful,” Seokmin pants as I ride him, his hips lifting up slightly to meet my powerful bounces. He pulls our connected hands towards his face and kisses my wrists, trailing up the inside of my arms. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Fuck. Baby I’m gonna,” my chest heaves up and down as I quicken my pace, lifting up and slamming back down onto his thighs. Our sweaty skin was slapping together so loudly, bouncing off of the basement walls as his cock pushed inside and pulled back out.

“Come on Princess. All over Oppa’s cock baby girl,” he grits out, rocking up roughly and pushing in so deep.

“Fuck!” My body trembles on top of Seokmin’s as I come, my hands crushing his as I scream.

He keeps thrusting into me, helping me through until I’m shaking with over sensitivity. I clench around him and he groans and grunts, throwing his head back against the couch. He had sweat dripping down the sides of his beautiful face. I watch as his stomach flexes, his breathing becoming quicker by the second. His thrusting gets sloppier and he squeezes his eyes closed as he moans out my name, his cock jerking inside of me.

“Oh fuck. Fuck yeah Princess,” he releases himself inside me, his cock slowly pushing in and pulling back out to milk himself dry. Once he’s done he opens his eyes and stares at me.

“You good?” I ask him and he lazily smiles, gently pulling on my hands and bringing me to his damp chest. He lets go of my hands to wrap his arms around me, his long nails softly scratching up and down my back. I snuggle my face into his neck, leaving a kiss under his ear.

“I love you,” he whispers, lovingly kissing along my bare shoulder.

“I love you too.”

(Different P.O.V than normal. Hope that’s okay guys)
~AdminC

Skydream

Shiro’s wingspan is huge, magnificent, densely feathered and beautiful. Keith’s wings are small in comparison, barely full-fledged, sickly and weak. It was lovely watching Shiro soar up towards the clouds only to dive down again, skimming over foamy ocean waves and across wavering blades of grass. Keith wished he could fly like that, could perform the aerial maneuvers everyone else practiced and mimicked. He’d performed every move a thousand times in his head. The only time he flew long distances, or very high up, was when Shiro flew with him. Shiro would fly ahead to scout out updrafts to make gliding easy, and stayed close to catch Keith if he trembled, in danger of falling.

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I have the coffee table rough fit. My friend taught himself to weld and put the legs together. I’m running through the grits polishing the resin. Shown is 80, 100, 120, and 180 grit. The rocks are starting to appear. I’m stepping it all the way up to 1000 grit. The resin is cloudy now, but when I’m done, it should be as clear as water.

Snapping Spencer...Epilogue

Here is the requested epilogue for @delusionsofnostalgia,  I hope that you enjoy it!  Warning: smut ahead.

Here is the epilogue, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13)


“Oh, Spencer…”

Feeling his lips on the inside of your thigh was driving you mad.  Your wrists fought against the restraints as your legs trembled from anticipation, his strong arms holding them apart as your entire body is spread for him to see.

“Crotchless panties on our wedding day, Mrs. Reid?” he smirks as he tisks, “tsk tsk tsk…such a naughty woman.”

Feeling his tongue trace the dollop of fat at the dip of your thigh, you kick your leg out as you groan, your body shifting to try and meet his tongue with your lower lips.

“And so impatient,’ he coos, his devilish eyes flickering up at you as you huff.

“Well, it was your idea to take an entire month off from sex before our special day,” you say through gritted teeth.

“I told you I would make it worth your while,” Spencer muses innocently.

“Please…” you whine.

Feeling him shift between your legs, Spencer finally presses his lips to your dripping ones, your back arching as you try to press yourself deeper onto his face.

“Patience,” he says, drawing his face back as you kick your legs out.

“Spencer!” you yell into the room.

“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he mutters, dipping his tongue between you, lapping at your juices as they spew onto the bed.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, the sounds vibrating your core as you squirm underneath him, his tongue flattening against your clit as you draw your legs up to your hips, your heels resting on his back.

“Oh…oh please,” you beg, your hips bucking against him as his hands rise to press against your stomach, holding your body in place as your arms rip at the restraints.

“I want to feel you,” you whisper desperately, your wrists yanking at the restraints as you feel your core begin to jump.

“Oh, god…Spencer…oh, god, yes…right there…right there…right there…”

And then, he pulled away.

“No!  No!” you yelp, bucking your hips at him as you feel him crawl back up your body, your chest and face flushed with your impending orgasm.

“No fun in making it worth your while…”

Feeling him slowly slide into you, his hands intertwined with yours as you both groan in response, he dips his lips to your ear as he whispers, “…if you can’t hold out.”

Whimpering as he begins to slowly pump, your hips raise to meet his every stroke as your eyes flutter open, catching his beautiful hazel eyes as your jaw slowly begins to unhinge.

Feeling Spencer let go of your hands, his fingertips tracing down your arms, coming down to cup your breasts, he brings one of your nipples to his mouth as he sucks it between his teeth, your back arching to meet his face as he holds himself steady above you, keeping time with the beating of your heart as he begins to pant.

“I love you…I love you so much,” he whispers.

You knew what that meant.

Bucking your hips harder up to him, his thrusting growing ragged as you whimper for any release, you feel him twitch inside of you, his seed coating your walls as your jaw begins to tremble, his body slowly collapsing onto yours as he peppers kisses into your neck.

“I love resting inside of you,” he murmurs against your skin.

Panting as you feel his hand travel up your torso, he slowly undoes both of your wrist restraints, your arms collapsing at your sides as they begin to tingle.

And then, out of nowhere, you feel yourself being toppled over, your legs straddling Spencer’s quickly-rising dick as he situates your hips on top of his, his pelvis grinding into you as his length grows inside of you once again.

Grabbing the headboard as you look down upon your husband, his eyes clamped shut and his teeth gritted, you slowly rock your hips, his chest flushing quickly as you begin bouncing your ass on top of him, your breasts flailing against your body as a hand reaches up and cups your right one.

“Oh, god, Y/N,” he moans, his eyes fluttering open and closed as you begin to bounce harder, your hands releasing the headboard and plummeting to his body, yourbreasts bouncing in his face.

“Oh…fuck,” he bites, his legs growing taut as your hands find leverage against his chest.

“Oh, Spencer…Spencer…yeeeeeees,” you moan, throwing your head back.

You could feel your impending, and well-deserved, orgasm wafting back to the surface.

But like a cat out of dodge, Spencer flips you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he begins to pound into you, your fingertips barring into his thighs as he throws his head back, letting out a primal groan as he coats your insides for the second time that night, leaving you breathless…

…and orgasm-less.

“No….no, no, no,” you breathe, shaking your head side to side as you feel tears prickling the back of your eyes.

Feeling Spencer’s panting breath on the side of your neck, you turn your face to his as he kisses your lips lightly, a smile cresting his cheeks as he murmurs, “A house full of kids…right?”

Feeling your lips tremble, a tear escaping the side of your eye and rolling across your face, you open your eyes to take in the sparkling midnight sea that was the eyes of your husband, his smile broad and beautiful as you nod your head.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Good,” he says, grasping at your waist and flipping you over, a yelp escaping your lips as he pulls your hips up, his throbbing length rubbing the inside of your leg as he bends down to your ear, nibbling it lightly before whispering, “Open wide.”

Slamming into you, your head tossing itself off to the side as your arms lurch out to grasp the sheets around you, you let out a scream as Spencer grabs your hair, his thrusts bucking you hard against the bed as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Ooooooh, yeees…yes, Spencer.  Yes…oh, goooood yes…”

And all you heard was Spencer repeating your name, like a chant or a prayer, his body dropping down onto your back as his balls begin to smack your clit, causing your legs to begin to shake.

“Y/N…Y/N…Y/N…oooooh, Y/N…”

And then you heard it.

“I love you…I love you so much.  So, so much.”

And like clockwork, your beautiful, sweating husband’s thrusts become ragged, your body limp like a ragdoll as you moan and groan into your pillow, your eyes fluttering closed as your core begins to churn.

You knew he wasn’t going to let you off this easy.

Feeling him grunt, his body stiffening as he, for the third time that night, pours himself into you, his teeth biting into your shoulder as your body begins to shudder, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist as your legs buckle, his dick flying out of you for the first time that night as your body collapses to the floor, your ass still in the air as his juices overflow your pulsing, swollen caverns and running down your leg.

The pattern repeated itself well into the early morning hours, your body aching from the lack of release as Spencer…somehow…found a way to continue to pump himself into you, his body quivering from all the work as you laid there, your mouth open and your throat dry, from screaming out his name as the two of you soak the sheets with your various bodily fluids.

He wanted you in every position you could muster: hanging off of the bed, straddling him in the chair, riding him backwards so he could watch your ass bounce, missionary style so he could look into your eyes, up against the wall with the crooks of your legs around his arms so he could fold you in half and shake the pictures, doggy style so he could pound your body without hurting your aching muscles.

And still…absolutely no orgasm for you.

After determining that the bed was no longer suited to sleep on, Spencer grabs the pillows and pulls them down onto the floor, followed by the comforter of the king size bed as you come down from your high from the latest debacle of acquiring rug-burn on your back as Spencer had sweetly peppered your neck with kisses.

And as he propped a pillow up under your head, all you could do was sob.

You were an absolute mess: tear-stained cheeks, a permanently flushed chest, his dried up juices in various dribbles down your legs, your twitching muscles causing involutary jumps as your hoarse voice managed to pop out even the breathiest of squeaks

And still, Spencer tucked your hair behind your ear, his haggard and trembling body gazing upon you lovingly as you laid on the hotel floor of your wedding night, his lips lightly peppering your face as the tears begin to waft once again down your face, your entrance throbbing with the sound beating it had taken over the past few hours.

And then…his lips traveled to your neck.

And then?  To your breasts.

…and then?

Oh, god…and then.

Feeling his tongue lap at your swollen clit, your poor, throbbing mound bulging out of its hood, you arch your back into the air as you hind the strength to throw your hands into Spencer’s hair, pulling and tugging him closer as his mouth draws you in, rolling your clit around as your core beings to burn.

“Yes,” you squeak out, tears rolling down your face, “yes…yes…yes…YES!”

And as Spencer wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you even closer to him as he flattens his tongue out above your core, you feel your body convulse with pleasure, the sensation rocking you to your core as you shake and tremble, your words disintegrating into incoherent babbles as you arch your chest into the air.

And then, he flicked your clit again.

And again.

And even deeper again.

And it threw you over another precipice, your body shaking underneath him as he smiles into your pussy, his tongue lightly flicking you around as you bang your fists into the floor, your throat crying out to the ceiling before completely fizzling out, leaving you with nothing but the sound of air rushing between your vocal cords as your body collapses back onto the floor, your chest heaving and your body trembling as Spencer withdraws his tongue.

But it wasn’t for long.

Because soon he drew you once again into his mouth, raking his teeth over you as you dug your heels into the carpet, your arms flying from his hair out to the side as he flattens his tongue against you, grinding his face into yours as your body grows taut, your legs beginning to cramp with every rocking tremor that left your body electrocuted.

But you didn’t care.

Because, in that moment, with your glorious rolling orgasms wracking your body by the tongue of your beloved, you find your vision tunneling as you collapse hard onto the floor, your vision going dark as your head lobs off to the side.

And as Spencer trails quick kisses back up your body, his lips encompassing yours as he ever so lightly feels you reciprocate the reaction, he pulls the covers up and over both of you as he wraps his arms around your limp body.

“We’ll take a hot bath when we wake up to loosen the aches,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing it lightly before nestling down beside you.

“I adore you, Y/N,” he says, kissing your shoulder before fluttering his eyes closed.

And all you could do was grunt.

Andy Myers on the not so cave looking ‘ Bin Laden’s Cave ‘ V6/7A

I think this was Ants (the closer of the two spotters) second time outdoor climbing and he put on a great show. After bashing out a few classics he finally got what it felt like to work a climb and have it become your project. Those feeling of knowing every move and trying to master your sequence, the little tips you figure out to save time. I mean most of the time when you actually finish a project you sit there thinking “was it really that grade? I swear that climb was no where near the one I tried the other day” 

Let’s hope he has some great days out in the years to come.

Bound By Chains

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M - This story portrays sensitive subjects with multiple trigger warnings. Read on with caution.

She’s bound to a monster. And he has personality issues.

A/N: Okay, so this was a long time coming. My work is on other sites and I think it’s about time I shared in the world of Tumblr. Enjoy :) 

As of 16th April ‘17, this story is under editing.


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Sarah hears him before she sees him, the clomping boots and multiple voices, but his is the loudest. The door is most likely kicked open and she stands hurriedly, almost knocking the chair over and smoothes her skirt.


He stands heads taller than her, his shoulders filling the frame with a thick wodge of A4 paper notes in his hand. When he looks up his eyes are cold, disinterested and he gives her a tilted look. “Who are you?” His voice is deep, hinting on amusement that some imbecile has dared creep into his room.

“Sarah Bennett.”

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