#my contacts were digitally tweaked here

[drsteggy]

Oh, just Katsucon 2024

Photos my MGCosplayphotography on IG

#my midlife crisis is more fun than yours #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #royal guard #link cosplay #my contacts were digitally tweaked here #I’m not exactly this anime IRL #Katsucon

[onlycosmere]

REGARDING AUDIBLE

Brandon Sanderson: Hey, all. Brandon here, with what I consider to be some pretty exciting news. Many of you may remember when I wrote last year about my worries regarding audiobook royalties (particularly for independent authors). You can read it HERE, but some of the main bullet points are as follows:

I seriously worried about the opacity of reporting to authors about audio sales. We didn’t know what a sale meant, how much of an Audible credit was given to authors when a book sold via one, and how royalties were being accounted.

I felt that the industry was taking advantage of authors because of their lack of powerful corporate interests to advocate for them. While video game creators and musicians get 70–80% (88%, in fact, on two major platforms) of a sale of their products in a digital platform, Audible was paying as low as 25%–with the high end being instead 40%.

I felt I could have gotten a better deal for myself, but the entire state of this industry was seriously concerning to me. So, I made the difficult decision NOT to release the four Secret Projects on Audible, costing me a large number of sales, to instead try to bolster healthy competition in the space, highlighting some of the smaller Audible competitors.

I hoped this wake-up call would prompt change. I didn’t refuse to put my books on Audible out of retribution or to declare war; I did it because I wanted to shine as powerful a light as I knew how on a system that highly favored the audio distributors over the authors. I was convinced that the people at Audible really did love books and writers, and that with the right stand taken, I could encourage them toward positive change.

I’m happy to say that this stand has borne some fruit. I’ve spent this last year in contact with Audible and other audio distributors, and have pushed carefully–but forcefully–for them to step up. A few weeks ago, three key officers high in Audible’s structure flew to Dragonsteel offices and presented for us a new royalty structure they intend to offer to independent writers and smaller publishers.

This new structure doesn’t give everything I’ve wanted, and there is still work to do, but it is encouraging. They showed me new minimum royalty rates for authors–and they are, as per my suggestions, improved over the previous ones. Moreover, this structure will move to a system like I have requested: a system that pays more predictably on each credit spent, and that is more transparent for authors. Audible will be paying royalties monthly, instead of quarterly, and will provide a spreadsheet that better shows how they split up the money received with their authors.

This part looked really good to me, as I understand their decisions. I tried poking holes in the system, looking for ways it could be exploited, and found each issue I raised had already been considered. This doesn’t mean it’s going to be perfect, and people smarter than me might still find problems that I didn’t. However, I think everyone is going to agree the new system IS better. We will better be able to track, for example, how Audible is dividing money between books purchased with a credit and books listened to as part of their Audible Plus program.

It’s all very technical, but I have to say I’m impressed with the effort they have made. The people there listened to my complaints, and have tried to improve. I’m not at liberty to explain in its entirety their new structure right now, as they’re still tweaking it, but they did say I could announce its existence–and that I could promise new, improved royalties are on the horizon.

Now, before we go too far, I do anticipate a few continuing issues with the final product. I want to manage expectations by talking about those below.

What I’ve seen doesn’t yet bring us to the 70% royalty I think is fair, and which other, similar industries get.

Audible continues to reserve the best royalties for those authors who are exclusive to their platform, which I consider bad for consumers, as it stifles competition. In the new structure, both exclusive and non-exclusive authors will see an increase, but the gap is staying about the same.

Authors continue to have very little (basically no) control over pricing. Whatever the “cover price” of books is largely doesn’t matter–books actually sell for the price of a credit in an Audible subscription. Authors can never raise prices alongside inflation. An Audible credit costs the same as it did almost two decades ago–with no incentive for Audible to raise it, lest it lose customers to other services willing to loss-lead to draw customers over.

These are things I’d love to see change. However, this deal IS a step forward, and IS an attempt to meet me partway. Indeed, even incremental changes can mean a lot. When I was new in this business, my agent spent months arguing for a two-percent change in one of my print royalties–because every little bit helps. These improvements are going to be larger than two-percent increases.

Because of this, I will be bringing the Secret Projects to Audible very soon. I consider Audible to again be a positive force for the industry, and I have decided to shake hands with them. Audible has promised to release their new royalty system for all authors sometime in 2024, though I should be testing it in the next month or so.

And…if you’ll allow me a moment, I’d like to say that this feels good. It isn’t what I wanted, but I’d begun to think that nothing would ever change–that even my voice, loud though it can be, wouldn’t be enough. Yet change IS possible.

I know that there are plenty of people out there who are tired of hearing about me and my works (I’m sorry–I do have quite the group of evangelists, and we can be an enthusiastic lot). However, for better or for worse, I am one of the bestselling authors in the world. Historically, one of the best ways to change things in my industry is for authors like myself to force it to happen.

Feeling this responsibility, when I was first talking to Audible about these issues in 2022, I made it very clear that I wasn’t just seeking some quiet deal that gave me an individual advantage. I wanted to see positive change for all authors. And while I don’t think I can take sole credit, I do feel like my efforts this year have had a significantly positive effect. Soon every independent author who publishes on Audible (and maybe, eventually, traditionally published authors with the huge publishers–depending on what New York decides) will be getting a larger cut of the profit, with more transparency about how that cut is allocated.

So, for those who have been waiting until Audible had the Secret Projects, you’ll get your chance soon. I hope you’ll support them, and support Audible for their decisions. And thank you to all of you who shared the news about my problems with the audio industry last year; I believe that pressure really did help. This is a victory for all of us, because happier authors able to make a better living (particularly those authors who are struggling in the midlist trenches) make for a more vibrant world for everyone.

#Brandon Sanderson #cfsbf #audible #branderson #root #wob #kind of #long post

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and worst of both worlds (part 14)

Tw: like, shitty landlord, threats of violence n shit, this is just exposition nothintg too interesting happening here

Named the landlort after my shitty lndlort (with some tweaking to maintaim anonymity) fuck dat guy he sucks

And i love yves man hes so mother

Part 15

"I will visit you at three in the afternoon. Please reply to my message as soon as you see it."

You did not reply to his text.

You're staring at it as you munch on the Caesar Salad with shredded chicken cold wrap Yves prepared for you. It's yours because it has your name on it.

You had to fight off three of your housemates who wanted to take a bite. In the end, they forced you to retreat back into your room.

It's now 2pm. You found out from the group chat Yves left at 3am today. One of them even took a picture of him in his car. It looks like he's touching up his lipstick and hair.

Your face went red again when you remembered that you found yourself covered in lipstick prints. No wonder they stared at you with an amused expression.

You called them out for being creepy, because who the hell would stay up so late just to see when their housemate's boyfriend left? And to also share pictures around as if they're the paparazzi?

They shrugged it off and said it's a normal thing to do.

That is true, but it's only normal within this shared accommodation. They do the same if anyone brought home a lover or even a friend, if it's a new face and not living here, it's a target of constant scrutiny.

But you're sure it's not normal anywhere else!

You finished your meal and dusted your hands off. Throwing it into your paper bin that never seems to be full now that Yves is in your life.

You looked at your arm which had Montgomery's number scrawled onto it. It's definitely fading, but the digits are still legible.

Something compelled you to save it on your phone. You saved it under "Do not answer".

You decided to go through your contacts and found that you barely had any. Sighing, well... you have Yves and that has to mean something. Then it hits you that you have half a year left before you need to head back home, you ponder if this relationship is going to last by then. If so, what is it going to be like?

Your ear perked up at the sound of the front door opening. You wonder who's back.

Then you heard a knock on your door, promptly followed by the twisting of your door knob. You shriek when Yves emerges into view, you forgot he has an extra key to the house. And apparently to your room too.

You told him that your room door was locked! You never gave him a spare key, how did he get in?!

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, you noted that he isn't covering the injured half of his face with his hair as much. Opting to use concealer instead.

"(name). It was unlocked."

You said that you're sure that you locked it behind you when you went back into your room.

Yves turned around, opened the door, twisted the turn-button and stepped outside. He of course, shuts the door.

You frowned when he demonstrated that the lock to your door knob is broken. Because it automatically unlocked itself when Yves turned the knob from the outside.

You're upset because that means you have to tell your landlord. You hate your landlord, if anything broke, he would refuse to fix it. Even accusing you of breaking it in the first place and demanding payment.

He wouldn't only do this to you, all the people living in this house face the same treatment. If there were any complaints, he would just rudely tell you or your housemates to "find another place to stay if you don't like it here."

Your landlord has the guts to do that because his customer base is mainly composed of poor college or university students. There is no where else you could find rent this cheap.

You could let the faulty outlet slide. But the lock? No way, you don't trust the people you're living with and you're still unsure of Yves.

There was an intrusive thought about calling Montgomery for help, since he's in the trades. But you knew that was the worst idea to ever come across your mind.

You stared at Yves quizzingly when he took his phone out from his handbag to dial a number. He flipped his hair to the back before pressing the screen against his ear.

"Hello? May I speak to Jason Martin, please?"

That's the name of your fucking landlord! Why the hell do your housemates have to blab to Yves about everything!?

"Ah. Good afternoon, Mr Martin. I hope you're coping well with this sweltering weather. My name is Yves- hm? Yes, Yves. I'm calling in to discuss..." Yves left your room, you followed him as he roamed around the house.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach as he began listing the things that have been broken for months while he brought you to each individual item.

He descended the stairs to the basement with ease, you struggled to keep up with him.

You tried gesturing him that it's going to be futile. Yves merely smiled and cupped your cheek. He pulled you to him as he rubbed your arm up and down.

You know it's going to end in a shouting match, especially with Yves's headstrong personality. Jason brings out the worst in everyone, even a Tibetan monk will end up frothing in rage when dealing with him.

His calm complaints stopped mid-sentence and you heard some noisy blabbering from the other side of the line. Yves maintains his smile for you as if he's expecting this reaction from your landlord.

"Martin." He stopped your landlord's ranting. "Martin, I'm not finished, you interrupted me. I did not appreciate that."

You can't believe that Yves rendered him speechless momentarily. No one has ever done that before.

"As I was saying,-" He continued the list of defective fixtures. Until such a point that Yves abruptly stopped. He pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the screen.

Your landlord hung up on him. It soon changed to his lock screen, it's just a simple rectangle of darkness.

You couldn't help but apologize that he has to go through that.

"There is nothing to apologize about. We aren't done yet." He brushed your hair away from your face, he tilted your head up by the chin and gave you a peck on the lips. "I will take care of it."

You turned bright red. You're not used to direct mouth-to-mouth kisses from Yves yet.

Then his smile dropped and his head snapped to the left.

"And as for the rest of you, do you mind?" Annoyance dripped from his tone and his voice was a bit louder. Yves crossed his arms and tapped the floor with his pristine leather shoe.

Your housemates that were barely lurking in the shadows scrambled to get away. Some tripping over each other in the hallways. You heard multiple door slams, it's a wonder how Yves has the power to send them to their rooms like that. You can barely get them to respect you.

He encased your smaller hand in his, leading you out of the basement.

You and him heard a screech of tires, followed by a car door opening, slamming shut and mad stomping.

Various dusty items on the shelves rattled as someone from outside banged their fist violently on the front door.

"Which one of you ungrateful pieces of shits decided to fuck with me today!? Acting all high and mighty, wanna be an adult?! Then come out! Let's settle this like adults!" Yelled your landlord.

You tried dragging Yves back into your room to hide from him. He's prone to outbursts like this, and if you remember correctly, he did serve time in prison for assault. More than once. How the state allowed him to rent his properties out to students is such a mystery to you.

Well, it actually isn't. You think this is illegal housing, you don't even have a written contract and you are only allowed to pay in cash.

"I will handle this." He stroked your hands. You told him that this man is dangerous!

All Yves did was laugh. Simultaneously though, your landlord managed to enter with the use of his master keys.

"Which of you-" He froze when his eyes landed on Yves. Your boyfriend stood tall and shot him a blank stare.

"It really is you." His voice became unnaturally meek, his puffed up chest is now deflated, becoming concave due to his hunch.

"Martin." Yves acknowledged his presence.

"...I'll get the toolbox." He avoided Yves's piercing eyes as he left the house visibly trembling by the fingers.

"Martin, I would like to speak with you in private." Yves followed him out. Your landlord wordlessly obliged and followed him to the back yard.

You stood there unmoving, in disbelief in what just happened. Jason knew Yves?

"C'mon! You're gonna miss the fist fight!" Your housemate grabbed you by the arm and pulled you upstairs, where everyone is gathering around a window that provides an adequate view of the two men.

"Yeah, Yves! Fuckin' get him!"

"Hell yeah! Beat his ass!"

"Kick him in the balls!"

They were cheering loudly, but all you saw was them having a civil conversation. Your landlord doing most of the nodding while Yves spoke with his arms crossed.

Your housemates would roar extra loudly when Yves flipped his hair back due to the wind or does anything outside of talking.

You just don't get it. Yes, it is impressive that Yves made your landlord decently human. But... they're just having a fucking talk! What is so exciting about that?! Neither of you can hear what was being said anyway.

You went back down and hid in your room. Best to use this time to do something productive, such as finding a job for yourself since you have nothing much to do during the break.

__

You heard a knock at your door. It doesn't belong to Yves because it's too heavy handed. So you told them to come in.

It's your landlord. He's holding a rusty toolbox and a brand new doorknob kit.

He muttered a greeting. You greeted him back too.

He began wordlessly unscrewing your damaged one.

You asked where Yves is.

"Is he a relative of yours? He's in the kitchen cooking your dinner, by the way."

You said no, he is your boyfriend. Your landlord momentarily whipped your head to you, staring at you with great incredulity.

"Do you know who he is?"

You said, perhaps. Then you went on to ask why.

"How old are you?" He then asked. You told him your age.

"How did you, a youngin, get involved with him?"

You said you're not following what he's trying to say.

"He was my damn parole officer! Juvenile parole officer, I got in and out of juvie at 15, I'm 62 this year!"

You let out the most visceral "what the fuck" ever. No way, he must be joking. Yves has to be in his early thirties at most.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Yves's voice bounced off the walls, you heard his heels clacking as he rushed to check on you.

Right when he enters your line of sight, you ask him if he's around 80 years old. He looked confused as he turned his attention to your landlord. You didn't catch it, but there was a threatening glint in his eyes that your landlord saw.

"Nah, kid. I was just pulling your legs. Can't believe you fell for that. Ha, ha. He's just... he's just someone I worked with before. He's obviously not- I mean, c'mon. Look at him, does he look a day over 25 to you?" He let out a nervous laugh, trying to placate the menacing man towering over your landlord.

Satisfied, Yves turned to you. "(Name), Do you think I look old?" He asked in a hurt tone, but you can tell that he's just teasing you.

You stuttered and said no, you vehemently denied that you think he's older than 20, throwing every compliment you can think of at him.

A pleased smile graced his features. "Good. Would you like to join me for tea, my dear?"

You nodded, getting up from your seat and leaving your landlord alone to fix whatever is broken.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[mia-tiny]

『 Yunho & Hand Kink 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x fem!reader

⇒ smut, fingering, hand kink, finger sucking

⇒ word count: 901

💕 view my masterlist here

🖤 view my Kinktober ‘22 masterlist here

⇒ author’s note: Trying to write this without using the words “fingers” or “hand” in literally every sentence was quite the challenge. But I mean how can you not write hand kink for Yunho when his hands are that gorgeous?

You can’t help the way your eyes continue to glance over at Yunho’s large hands racing swiftly over the buttons of the keyboard, the prominent tendons underneath his skin appearing and disappearing with his movements. The silver rings he wears shine under the light and make his fingers look even longer than they already are. You’re both sitting together on the couch, but he is intently focused on the work on his laptop, seemingly unaware of your longing looks.

Yunho has long known about your overt attraction to his hands, but he can be so oblivious about how hot he makes you when just doing normal things in front of you. To be fair, you wouldn’t expect to be turned on by someone typing, but all you can think of is how good his hands feel all over your body, inside you, holding you close while he fucks you…

At this point you are just outright staring, practically drooling, as you work yourself up with your imagination. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together as you can practically feel his fingertips dragging along your skin. A small whimper escapes your lips before you can realize it, and suddenly Yunho has caught you ogling at his hands. You blush as you look up at his smug expression, knowing he sees right through you.

“See something you like?” he teases as he leans forward and sets his laptop on the coffee table. Embarrassed, you shrink under his lustful gaze.

“I was just curious what you were doing,” you lie unconvincingly. He simply chuckles and reaches his hand out to softly caress along your cheek.

“So you don’t feel anything when I do this?” Your eyes flutter at his featherlike touch, exposing your true desire. “That’s what I thought.”

He leans in to capture you in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming across your body lovingly as he lays you down with your head on the armrest. The feeling of his lips against yours instantly gives you butterflies and your skin heats up underneath his fingertips. You want to feel his hands on every part of you and your excitement grows as he strips you of your clothing entirely.

He uses his thick fingers to grope your tits, pausing intermittently to tweak your nipples and enjoy your subsequent whines. The cool metal of his rings raises goosebumps on your skin as he trails his touch down to your aching sex. He slides his fingers along your slit and groans.

“This wet for me just from my hands?” he taunts, his breath tickling your cheek.

“Shut up,” you pout, embarrassed by him pointing out your neediness. He grins and brings his fingers to your lips.

“Lick them.” You follow his orders immediately, letting your tongue glide across his skin seductively as he bites his lip to contain his thirst for you. “Are these what you want?”

His digits dance playfully across your lips as you nod before reaching back down to your clit and rubbing languid circles. You hum in satisfaction as you glance down to see his pretty hand stimulating you nonchalantly. It looks so large compared to your body, which makes you even hornier than before.

He pulls you back into a hungry kiss, distracting you as he plunges two of his fingers deep into your pussy, the thickness of them filling you up deliciously. You moan against his lips and your back arches at the sensation. His free hand comes to once again play with your sensitive nipples as he curls his digits to perfectly drag along your g-spot, your body shivering from the pleasure. Each time his rings make contact with your needy cunt, you moan breathily.

“Are you just a sucker for my fingers, baby?” he provokes, loving how desperate he can always make you.

“You already know I am,” you retort in an attempt to be defiant, but it definitely comes out as more of a lewd moan than anything.

Yunho smirks down at you as he abruptly picks up the pace, his arm tensing as he rapidly fingerfucks you. You gasp at the sudden intensity, but his free hand quickly clamps down on your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Shhh. Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear, would we?”

His speed is relentless and has you squirming underneath him. The sensation of his hand pressed tightly against your face only turns you on more as your erotic moans get stifled. You can’t even warn him that you are about to cum, but he can sense it already by the way you clench around him.

“Cum for me,” he commands, the last straw before you are tensing and shaking beneath him. Your hands grip desperately at whatever they can find as your climax seems to last for minutes, Yunho continuing his ministrations until you are wiggling to escape the overstimulation. Finally, he relents and pulls his fingers from your abused hole.

He removes his hand from your face and brings his slick-covered fingers to your mouth. Understanding his intention, you suck his digits into your mouth to clean them, swirling your tongue around to make sure you lick every inch. Once he pulls away, he gently swipes your hair out of your eyes and places a romantic peck on your cheek.

“Does this mean I can get some work done now?” he jests, causing you to laugh as well.

“No promises.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Taglist: @minkysmilk @annaflwrs @han8ul @whatudowhennooneseesyou

#ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez headcanons #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez ff #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez kinktober #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho hard hours #yunho hard thoughts #yunho headcanons #yunho fanfic #yunho fic

[purpleph4se]

office relations

homelander x reader | homelander breaks-in his pretty new assistant

warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, dom! homelander, praise and degradation my favorite combo

a/n | oh wow. i didn’t think my priest homelander thoughts would get so much attention but thank y’all so much <3 it’s nice to know im not the only one sick in the head :) here’s more homelander bc i still think about him <3 this is just pwp lmao

"You should be grateful, you know? People would die to be in your position.”

Homelander, the fucking Homelander, has you splayed out on his lap. One arm wrapping around your waist, the other pulling up the hem of your pencil skirt going for your panties. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers now circling around your clothed clit.

"S-sorry," You slur, thighs clenching around his wrist as you writhe under the onslaught of his touch. "Sorry, sir, I-I'm sorry—"

He lets you babble at him for a little while longer, expression akin to someone watching their pet pull a particularly amusing trick, then mercifully stops his toying with your clit. "Aw, don't worry so much, honey.” He coos. "I know it must be so overwhelming, being this close to a star like me."

Homelander pulls your shirt up, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. His free hand circles around you to play with your tits, making you moan as he peppers your cheeks with kisses.

“A pretty little assistant like you needs to learn her place before working for me, ok?” He growled in your ear, grabbing your breast and landing a slap on your drooling cunt.

You cried at the contact. Despite the pain, the pleasure that came with it made you grind yourself on his palm as he tweaked your nipples.

He pulled your panties off, making you slightly lift your hips off his muscular thighs. You sat back down, returning to your previous position and automatically opening your legs as wide as possible for him.

"You’re being such a good girl already..” He chuckled, tapping on your clit. You whimpered, seeing strings of your slick sticking to his fingers as he patted your sweet cunt.

"Oh fuck.." You sighed, looking at him with needy eyes. He caught your lips, humming at your warmth before letting his tongue explore your mouth. He broke away rolling your nipple between his gloved fingers.

"Look at that, already so wet! It’s almost pathetic.." He panted in your ear looking down at his fingers as they spread your cunt as wide as possible. The cold air made you mewl, he stared at the wetness making your face heat up.

"Aw! You shy, honey?” He teased before inserting his finger in you, slowly as if testing the waters. He looked over to your face, but your eyes were fixated on his gloved digit slowly going in and out of you.

You sighed as you relaxed on his thigh, holding your legs open. One of his large hands massages your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut, furrowing your brow to savor the feeling. Only your soft and breathy moans and occasional hums from him could be heard inside the room.

"Fuck, look at you. My pretty little slut." He inserted another, and then another, until he had three fingers stuffing you full. he moved them slowly, then gradually picking up the pace. "Oh sir—Feels s' good, mmh-!" you moaned.

"Yeah? You love this don’t you?” He whispered, lips close to the shell of your ear.

“Mmhm! I love it! Love you-!” you whimpered, your back arching off his chest. Your whimpers turned to cries , notes raising every second as he curled his fingers, pressing right against the spot that makes you squeal. He chuckled at you as his pace sped up. You squirmed on his lap and grabbing at his arm.

"Sir—S-slow, g’slower-!" You cried as he only smirked at you, his eyes never leaving your wet cunt. Your toes curled as his fingers continued to abuse your hole.

"What’s wrong? You gonna cum?” His fingers are knuckles deep in you while he whispers in your ear. His lips touched your earlobe as you rolled your hips on his fingers, eyes rolling back.

“I-Im—“

"You wanna stop?"

A miserable sob racks your chest. "N-no! Please, Im gonna-“

"You're leaking all over my hand," His grin triggers you to drip on his fingers, like he's proud that you're making a mess of his suit. “Fucking slut, you gonna cum all over my fingers?” You nod desperately into his neck, your hands now practically glued to his arm as he keeps going.

"M-Mhm-! I am! 'M-m'g'nna cum-“ You’re sobbing into his ear. His fingers suddenly speed up, probing harder faster at that spot deep inside, making your pussy squelch.

"Yeah? Go on, Make a fucking mess for me, baby." His lingering hand came up and pulled your face to meet his heavy gaze, He continues to tease, now pressing the flat of his palm harder onto your swollen little clit. "C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good little whore ‘n cum for me.”

The pace he set was vicious as ever. "I'm-Oh my god! Please! P-please!” Your breaths grow frantic as the knot in your tummy tightens until it starts to hurt.

“Oh, fu-fuck—! H-Homelander!" Your legs finally clamp around his wrist, thighs an unmovable force against him while your hips jolt meeting each grind of his hand on your now sensitive cunt.

"Just like that," he grumbles with audible satisfaction, relishing the pressure as you clenched around his fingers. "That’s a good girl..."

He could smell your tears and hear your racing heartbeat but he couldn't afford to care when you looked so damn cute! Tear tracks growing on each of your cheeks, your pretty makeup was all ruined.

While your body finally collapsed into his arms, he thought to himself, you were gonna be his favorite assistant.

#homelander x reader #homelander #my writing

[dzpenumbra]

4/2/23

I got lost in time watching an RP stream again. Night got away from me. I spent pretty much the entire day working on the desire path project in Blender. It's actually coming along pretty nicely. I think it's going to end up looking very close to how I was envisioning, and there's a LOT of room to customize the animations. I was thinking of having the paths themselves independently randomly flicker, like they're electric. I'm curious to see how it looks with 100 of them. I got about 30 done today.

The big standout of the day was... I went for a walk up to the pharmacy. It was about 70 degrees out. I put on my hoodie and my sunglasses and popped in my AirPods and walked the full mile uphill the entire way up to the pharmacy to find... it... closed. I have no idea why. Is April Fool's Day a fucking holiday now? Am I in fucking Bizarro Universe or something? The website said it was open until 8 and the pharmacy was open until 6, I got there around 5:30. And the whole place was closed and the parking lot was empty, and I was sweating and my shins were killing me. It was really frustrating.

When I was walking up... I came across some people that were... yeah. I mean... I don't know how to put this lightly as a person who has lived in a more rural area for like 20 years. People who made me feel... unsafe. And... in my reflection on it... I don't know if I'm just not being fair? But it was pretty overwhelming today. One guy was like... twitching as he walked, I'm guessing either tweaking or a neurological issue or something. I felt bad, I didn't want to judge. But I averted eye contact and kept a bit of a distance. I just felt like... like I was not in a good neighborhood, and I could get mugged. Again, maybe it's the AirPods that make me feel that way. I know the electric board did.

Maybe it's being alone? I think that's honestly probably a really big factor. But I did have an interesting moment, where I really felt a bit silly... I walked past two teenage girls that were just strolling down the sidewalk past me. And I was just like... these two girls are completely fine walking down here, and I'm freaking out that I'm going to get jumped on this sidewalk of a main fucking road.

And then I had a mirror-moment internally, where I was like... I'm walking up the street, with my hands in my hoodie pockets, wearing all black with sunglasses on, mid-30's male with a full beard. Am I not also one of the sketchy ones? XD Like... would I sketch out those girls?

After finding out the pharmacy was closed - some guy driving into the parking lot yelled to me to let me know, which was chill - I sat on some rocks to recover my leg strength. There was a highschool age girl alone on a bench nearby. And I was going through that whole reflection thing. Am I weirding her out being here? How is she so calm and cool with this, doesn't this feel unsafe for her?

It's hard to think of how I'm going to be functional alone in a city environment with this factor the way it is. It explains a lot.

So I might need to like... remind myself... I'm a bearded man wearing sunglasses and all black and a metal band t-shirt. And there's two teenage girls like a block ahead of me. We're on a busy main road in the middle of the day on a weekend. Why am I convinced I am the one getting robbed in this scenario?

It was at the point where I didn't want to walk on the side of the road that a convenience store was on over in that direction, because it looked like a kinda... rougher neighborhood convenience store.

So, to give myself a little slack here, let's open this up a bit. If something were to happen to me... no one would know and no one would care, really. I would take the L, give them what they want, probably my phone and headphones. I'd lose all my pictures, because apple wanted to get some extra cash out of me to store it digitally, and I didn't shell it out. The headphones, I care a bit less about. They're very nice, very helpful, very useful and practical, but not essential. And yeah, maybe my debit card or something. I'd go right home, go into crisis management with my card, and message my therapist on Betterhelp. And... that's probably it. I'd probably just order a new phone, take the loss and just... live without a phone for a few days. Which... is not the end of the world, I really don't use it a lot and the screen is cracked. And then... I'm good.

And that's the worst case scenario. Why the hell am I going to let that ruin a nice day? Why am I going to let that consume me?

Maybe it's just part of my... losing streak. I'm really just... looking around to see where the next loss is going to come from. Is it going to be my computer shitting the bed? Is my neighbor going to burst a pipe or something and water is going to leak through my ceiling and fuck up my shit? Am I going to find out that this twitching left eye for like 3-4 weeks straight wasn't stress and sleep deprivation, but actually a brain tumor? Am I going to finally get a date on one of the two apps that I literally never get matches on, and that person is going to be another manipulative trauma case that just unloads all their shit on me because I'm super supportive and nice and I listen, drain me dry and then peace out? Or worse, stay?

I'm not worried about something bad happening, I'm convinced something bad is going to happen and I'm just trying to identify what and where. And it's really hard to like... live a calm, peaceful, happy life like that.

Meanwhile, I see happy people walking on the street without a care in the world. This shit is all normal to them. They don't feel the fear like I do. It's really frustrating.

And the crazy part? I'm the least fearful one in my family. The most adventurous, the most risk-taking. And I can barely walk a mile up the road without going into survival mode.

Welp. I've been through a lot. I've seen a lot of dark shit, you know? And once that shit starts to get... real... It gets bigger. At least for me. I think it's just part of being fully emotionally in-touch. Like... I should be afraid of criminals and people who radiate bad vibes. I should be cautious. But it's so fucking visceral. That polyvagal element, you know? Maybe it's partly because of social isolation? Naw, honestly, I remember riding the subway in NYC back in... 2009? 2010? My ex and I went to the MoMA together - we went on a trip together, just the two of us, we went to where I grew up and then visited NYC proper, we saw the Tim Burton exhibit that was in the MoMA at the time. I was super overwhelmed any time we were in big groups of people. I remember being in the subway and it was just like... like that dream I had with the tigers climbing all over me, smothering me, trying to play. I have no idea how people can just... calmly be in that environment. The only times I have ever been even close was when I was on heavy doses of benzos and antidepressants. And then guess what happened? Ended up hanging out with predators and not giving a shit. Big surprise...

I don't know how to balance this, honestly. I miss nature. I feel so much more comfortable being around birds of prey and deer and foxes and snapping turtles than around fucking people.

Ugh, I'm not going to figure this out tonight. It's just upsetting, and it's something I'm just going to have to deal with regularly. And I guess today was just an especially difficult day.

Oh, and to top it off... I saw another No Skateboarding ($150 fine) sign... And it was right in the middle of the park where I was skating all winter. So... putting two-and-two together... Cops saw me skating there all winter, did not do a thing about it. Snowskates are not skateboards. But, technically, they could make a case that I was breaking the law there. If they wanted to. But they didn't. So... I think that's worth keeping in mind? My initial reaction was "oh for fuck's sake..." but my secondary reaction was, "well, I skated all winter there and no one said a damn thing, they had plenty of opportunities..." So yeah, just being real with myself here, I think the cops have bigger concerns than some guy in his mid-30's jumping around on a weird snowboard thing in the park by himself.

But... I want to round this out with good vibes, as always. I got out and got fresh air. It was a nice day. The view walking back down the hill was very pretty, seeing the river and all the old historic buildings and everything. I got a lot of exercise. I got a lot of work done on my desire path project, it's going to look way cooler than it did before so the extra work is paying off. And I made another pretty kickass chicken fried rice tonight, so that was nice.

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[hollandsmushroom]

A dom tom were the reader find him playing cod and she plays with him but then she say im going to get a snack and then she have an idea and put the song white tee summer Walker and come to tom and gave him. A lap dance. 🌝I hope you understand and yes i forget and then tom fucks her sooooo rough and haaaaarddddd and faaaaast and please let her sqouirt 2 times please ♏♏♏♏

Okay, I really hope that I got this right, and I hope that you like it. I wrote this in what felt like a fucking fever dream, like it just poured out of me.

A/N: This was my first time writing Dom!Tom or really even this rough of sex, I’ve never really written degradation before but I hope you enjoy. 

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Summary: Just look at the request

Word Count: 2,417

Warnings: Pure Filth, Degradation, Fingering, Lap dance, spanking(a couple mentions), Overstimulation, Riding, Squirting, internal Orgasm, Dom!Tom, Mean Dom!Tom, Biting, If I missed anything I’m sorry. 

 Silence filled your ears as your feet led you mindlessly down stairs, the knuckle of your thumb rubbing into your eyes as you tried to swipe away the sleep that had built up during your nap. You were in search of your boyfriend, waking up with an insatiable urge to hold him, that wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to do but your intent was not to go for the x-rated part of your needs first, you wanted to see you you could get Tom to initiate it, to tempt him. You followed the only noise you could hear in the house, guiding you to your boyfriend. Small utterances of exasperation leading you to the den. You leaned your shoulder against the door jam, watching Tom where he sat, his thumbs flitting rapidly over the controller, only making you think about how they would feel on your clit, rubbing over the pulsing nub. You shook your head, a physical attempt to shake those filthy thoughts loose from your brain. Your movement caught Tom’s attention, dragging his eyes from the TV to your oversized t-shirt clad frame, hair a mess from your pillow, a lazy smile  adorning his cheeks as he turned back to the screen.

“Afternoon sleepy head” he chided, eyes flitting back to you before scooting over on the couch. “Come sit” he offered, the empty space next to him inviting your form. You shouldered yourself off of the wall, walking towards Tom and picking up your pace for the few steps that you impaired his vision, your body colliding with the soft cushions of the couch as you fell back. You cheek met Tom’s bare shoulder, leaving light kisses in your way of saying Hello to him. 

“Love, you’re distracting me” he hummed, raising his shoulder and pushing you away from him, a small frown developing on your lips as you pouted at him, that hadn’t worked, an immediate and offhanded denial of your affections, this may be a little harder than you had thought. 

“Was only trying to love you but okay then” you bit at him, slightly grumpy at the rejection. 

“Sorry, babes, I’m trying to beat this level” he explained, it made more sense now but it didn’t mean you liked it. 

“Can I play?” you asked, if he was going to deny your affection then maybe you could do something with him, a lay over to your actual intention seeing as you had resolved that you would get dicked down before the sunset. 

“F’course, doll, here” he passed you a controller that was sat on the coffee table in front of you, not making eye contact but you purposely brushed your hand against his as you took the remote out of his hand. You pressed the center button and joined the game, smiling as you began to play alongside Tom. Throughout the game you made moves on him, getting closer to his body, rubbing your bare thigh against his, biting your lip in concentration and he managed to ignore all of it. 

You let out a moan when you character died, under the guise it was a moan of frustration but it came out close to pornographic, making Tom’s ears prick up his eyes moving to watching you next to him, your legs spread and you panty clothed core showing from under the hem of your shirt, a small wet patch catching his eye, a smirk spreading on his lips in realization, you were needy. 

“M’ gonna go get a snack” you mumbled, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, arching your back and sighing in pleasure, the upward motion of your shoulders exposing your panties and the bottom of your stomach. Tom knew what you were doing, and it made something boil inside of him, you were being a little brat, you could just ask for what you wanted, but no, you went about it this way. 

“kay” Tom responded, watching as your hips swayed on your way to the kitchen. He smiled to himself at your actions, proud that he managed to make you as horny as this without even doing anything. He went back to his game but his attention was no longer fully in the graphics that flashed across the screen, his mind now focused on the memory of your tight cunt and how well he filled you as you would scream his name, begging to cum. He noticed the addition of music to the atmosphere as you strutted back into the room, a devilish smile on your face as you fell to your knees in front of Tom, hands resting on his knee caps as you pushed them away from each other to spread his legs. His eyes widened at your bold movements, setting his remote control next to him on the couch and placing his hands behind his head. 

“Watcha’ doing, Love?” he hummed as you began to rise from your place on your knees, your chest brushing against his hardening cock, your pointed nipples poking through your shirt and catching Tom’s eyes as you continued to go up his body. 

“Giving you a show” you spoke as if it was obvious, because, well, it was. Tom captured his lip between his teeth as you put your knees on either side of his hips, grinding your hips down against his, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, arching your chest into his face. His hands went to grab your ass, instinct beginning to take hold, his need to dominate the situation, but you slapped his hands away. Crawling off of Tom’s heated body. You stood in front of Tom, stripping your top off and grabbing your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and biting your lip, looking Tom in the eye, teasing him. You turned around, bending down as if you were touching your toes and giving your ass a small shake, Tom had to hold his hand back from smacking or biting the supple flesh that was so tauntingly jiggling in front of his face. You sat back, placing your hand on his thighs and your ass on his dick, once again grinding down against him, this time making him moan. You began to move your hips in circles to the final beats of the song that you had been dancing to, your hands going back to behind both yours and Tom’s head, grasping that back of his neck and bringing you back flush to his front, arching your naked chest up as you finished your movements. 

As soon as the last notes of the song played out Tom’s hands were on your breasts, squeezing them harshly and tweaking the nipples aggressively between his fingers. 

“So needy for me, Love, you could have just asked,” Tom teased, his lips moving to just beneath your ear and beginning to suck on your sweet spot, sweet moans falling from your lips. 

“Tommy!” you moaned loudly, but you needed more “I need you Tommy, I need you” you breathed out between sighs of pleasure as the little stimulation he was giving you.

“What do you need, baby?” he wanted to hear you beg, to cry out in need for his cock or tongue or fingers.

“All of you, Tommy” you whimpered pitifully, the squeeze on your nipples nearly becoming too much. 

“Yeah? All of me, huh, how's this?” he asked, his fingers slipping into the front of your soaking wet panties, immediately applying ample pressure to your clit with his thumb and to fingers teased your dripping entrance, he smirked as he realize that your arousal had spread along your thighs and down your taint, pride growing in his chest at just how desperate you were for him. His fingers sank into your core without warning. 

“FUCK” you cried, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of you at a rapid pace, dragging against every ridge of muscle that adorned the walls of your tight cunt. His fingers picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room being your sighs and pants of pleasure and his fingers digging into you as if he was searching for something at your cervix. He bit down on your neck, whispering quietly to you. 

“You take my fingers so well, needy little slut aren’t you” he sucked over the spot he had just bitten, groaning as your hips ground back into his. “My needy little whore, all mine,” he whispered, his words in juxtaposition to the tone of his voice which carried the tone of worship, and it was, just your unique form of it. He curled the tips of his fingers into the soft spongy spot that hid deep within you, your legs trying to clamp around his hand as he repeated the motion. 

“T-T-Tom, I’m g-gonna cum” you managed to get out through the pleasure that was taking hold in every part of your body. His knees hooked in the inside of yours, holding you open for him to continue his assault on your core. 

“Cum for me, let go on my fingers, soak my palm, feel lucky that I’m letting you cum you fucking tease” he encouraged your orgasm, his thumb pushing upwards and harder against your clit, the extra pressuring sending you spinning into your orgasm, your cunt emitting a sloshing noise that made Tom bite his lip, knowing what had just happened as his hand got insanely wet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your orgasm, the world around you seeming to still as you felt and uncommon amount of cool between your legs, your soaked panties sticking to your core as Tom withdrew his hand, turning you around in his lap so you faced him, watching as he brought his fingers to his parted lips and sucked them clean of the cum that now graced his pale digits, pulling pack and flattening his tongue against his palm, licking the slickness that had gathered on his palm.

He didn’t let you fully catch your breath, lifting you by your hips, ridding you of your soaked panties and sliding his pants down his hips, positioning his cock with one hand and guiding your hips with the other, slamming you down onto his length, fully sheathing himself in your heat with the first thrust. A scream ripping from the back of your throat as tears pricked your eyes, the stretch nearly too much for you to handle. 

“You’re gonna take what you get, this is what you get for teasing me” he bucked his hips up into yours, your ass slapping his thighs, the impact stinging your cheeks as he continued the motion, the relentless pull of his foreskin against your walls burning through your body as you arched your chest into Tom’s face, his teeth capturing one of your nipples and biting down hard, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through your body as you felt another orgasm building up in you. 

“Tom, I-I’m gonna cum again” you panted, it all felt too much but his lips replaced his teeth and he sucked relentlessly on your nub, tears leaking down your face as you came again, squirting onto Tom’s lap, it splashed off of where you skin met and soaked the bottom of Tom’s shirt, something you’re sure he would enjoy and avoid washing it for at least a couple days. Your body shook as everything went fuzzy, your head throwing back in pleasure causing your neck to crack but you didn’t care, too focused on the overstimulation of the fact your boyfriend's thrust had not slowed, in fact they had sped up. 

“Tom, can’t-I can’t, it's too much” you whimpered, your body feeling like an ember as Tom flipped your positions, your back meeting the cushions of the couch as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. 

“You’re gonna take it baby,” he demanded, knowing that if you really needed it to stop you would say the safe word. “I’m close baby, but I’m gonna make you cum a third time before I fill you with my cum, like the little cum slut you are,” his voice was shaky, he was fighting against his orgasm, wanting to see you fall apart one more time before he came and ceased his movement. Your body hadn’t fully recovered from your last orgasm when you felt your third one building already. 

“Tommy, I’m-” you didn’t finish the sentence, a mixture of cold and warm pleasure beginning to burn in your cunt, overtaking the veins in your lips and spreading down your thighs to your feet, toes curling in response as the feeling moved up as well, igniting your breasts and your mouth falling slack, your whole body going tense and Tom kept thrusting into you, cumming deep inside of your cunt with loud shouts of your name, but you couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. You came back when he pulled all the way out of you, grabbing his wet cock in his hand and jerking the rapidly softening flesh, letting the final spools of cum shoot from the slit in the tip and fall onto your sweaty cum covered frame. You watched as the white ropes landed on your skin, admiring how they looked till you couldn’t hold your head up anymore, letting it fall back into the cushions, eyes falling shut as your body went slack. Tom’s eyes widened as he saw this, worry rising in his body as you lacked motion, your breath too shallow and your sudden collapse leading him to think that something was seriously wrong. 

“Love?” he asked tentatively, praying that you responded. 

“Hmm?” you groaned, eyes fluttering open and meeting his worried orbs, highly contrasting to the pitch black shade of desire that they had been moments before. 

“Oh thank god, I thought I had fucked you to death, and though you brought it upon yourself that isn’t how I was hoping this saturday would end” his words making you giggle.

“I just needed that dick” you spoke as you tried to sit up, only to have Tom wrap his arms around you and pick you up, The cum that was on your torso rubbing against his shirt, now marking it with the both of your guys cum. 

“And you got it, now you need a bath” he kissed the top of you head softly as he lead you to the bathroom. 

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@thehumanistsdiary

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[woos-lil-oreo]

3:26 AM

Warnings: cunnilingus, Reader-chan has on heels, Woo being a slight masochist yet still being a Dom, fingering, slight Dom/Sub Dynamics (not as much as I usually write but it's there...), brief mentions of overstimulation, and Woo being a teasing lil fuck baby...

Author's Note: I wrote this faster than I would care to admit... Since apparently my mutuals wanted to be choosing violence, I have been wanting to be eaten like someone's main dish all day so this is what you get.

Taglist: @shusan @dazzling-lightzzz @ceopjy @yunhofingers @whipped-for-jackson-wang @yungisstar1117 @woowommy

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Wooyoung had a long day. With practicing and the preparations of a comeback season, he just wants to come home and release all of this tension from his body.

As Yunho pulls up to your home, Wooyoung already has his seat belt off and backpack strap on his shoulder. Yunho barely got a goodbye response from the younger as he rushed out to run up your stairs.

As Wooyoung knocked on the door as if he was a bill collector, he was not expecting the sight in front of him when you opened the door.

Here you are dressed up in a beautiful lace bra with some cheeky boy shorts with a pair of black platform heels with an apron on.

“Oh, I didn’t think you would be com- ahhh” Wooyoung lifts your legs onto his waist with ease. So, you don’t fall backward and bust your ass, you immediately throw your arms around Woo’s neck.

“What are you -” You were cut off by Wooyoung kissing you square on the mouth. You quickly reciprocate the speed and pace he sets.

You feel him move one hand to the middle of your back to secure you to his chest as he moves his other to untie the apron and have it drop on the floor. Wooyoung easily steps over it, never breaking contact between your soft and plump lips and his.

It is as if Wooyoung was following a mental map of your house as he pushes open your door without guidance to the room. He walks you both to the bed and throws you on the bed roughly. As you bounce on the mattress, Wooyoung takes in the sight of you looking like a doe in headlights.

As you reach down to open the straps on your heels, Wooyoung grips your hand.

“Leave them on.” He said in a deliciously intense voice. You can see the lust and dominance swirling in his eyes.

He moves his attention to the panties you are still wearing and sticks his fingers in the waistband, shimmying them down your legs and around your heels. He throws them across the room and immediately places his mouth on your apex.

You gasp out in surprise as Wooyoung licks a stripe of your cunt and moves to give your clit kitten licks. You squirm from the pleasure, which causes Woo to place an arm against your pelvis to prevent you from moving.

At this point, all you can do is sit there and scream. You accidentally drag the base of your heel on Wooyoung’s back, causing him to moan out against your cunt – the vibration going to your core. You bite your lip to try to muffle some of the sinful sounds coming from your mouth.

“Get louder, baby. Show your neighbors who’s making you feel so good.” You automatically let go of your bottom lip and moan out his name more quickly than you would like to admit, and he hums in delight.

The vibrations expedited the rise of your climax. You try to grasp anything your hands can reach to ground yourself as your orgasm is coming and it’s coming fast.

“Woo… oh my- fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moan out, and Woo replaces his mouth with his fingers on your clit. You whimper at the change of stimulation.

“Can you count to three for me?” He says, rubbing his index and middle fingers up and down along your clit.

“I don’t think I can….” You whisper out, your high being literal seconds away. Wooyoung leaves a chaste kiss on your lips as if this situation is simply platonic.

“Count. Now.” He growls out to you.

“One.” Wooyoung moves a hand to tweak at one of your nipples.

“Two.” He moves his hand on your clit inhumanely faster, if that was possible. You feel the crash of your orgasm start to sweep over you.

“Three!” He moves his hand to shove his digits into your dripping cunt, attaches his mouth to your clit, and hums.

That was one of the most powerful orgasms you have ever had to date. You shake and quiver as the feeling of high hormones levels and pleasure racks through your body. Your eyes are tightly closed, and your hand is clenching the sheets like if you let go, you’ll ascend in front of the first-class pole to Hell.

Wooyoung continues to milk your orgasm again, leaving slow and firm passes of his tongue – collecting the remnants of your essence. From his angle, he can see how fucked out, and just to get a reaction out of you, he curls his fingers, which are still in your pussy, and touches that spongy spot of pleasure.

You scream out and try to close your legs to escape the overstimulation. He chuckles at that reaction and how quick his stress left the building.

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[jeanslongschlong]

i got bored and wrote this at 3:30 in the morning...so...enjoy, i guess?

warnings: extremely nsfw content, graphic descriptions of sex, choking, overstimulation, degradation, dom!jean, mirror kink, breeding kink (if u squint)

word count: 3.4k

nsfw under the cut! 

the sound of the rain tapping against your living room window was the only thing keeping you awake as you lay across your sectional couch, snuggling a blanket that had been closest to you. jean was working late again, which was becoming more and more common as the days went on. at first you hadn’t minded; you knew that he was a prized detective, and that the agency valued his work. plus, jean loved his job. he raved about it constantly; about his coworkers, the crazy people he encountered while conducting investigations, even about his ‘emotionless, ocd stricken’ boss that always scolded him for filling out his paperwork sloppily. and you loved to listen, loved to see that excited glint in his eyes when he got all worked up, the genuine happiness on his face as he reminisced over a recently solved case, and hearing the animation and liveliness in his voice. but you were starting to feel…rather forgotten. you knew it wasn’t jean’s fault, and you would never blame him for it. jean would never neglect you on purpose, you were his world and he never let you forget it. but with him working all day, then coming home so late at night…you saw him for thirty minutes a day, max. and that was if you were lucky enough to wake up right as he was about to leave for work and engage him in brief conversation. it was starting to weigh on you, and you didn’t know how much longer you could bare it.

you didn’t want to bring it up, though, the fact that it bothered you. you had thought about it multiple times, had even started to at one point, you just didn’t want him to think it was his fault. you also didn’t want to hold him back in his career…you would never forgive yourself, and – fuck…it was so complicated. you let out a huff, pulling the blanket you were holding closer to your chest and taking in a deep whiff of jean’s lingering scent that stuck to the blanket like glue. the scent comforted you, and you allowed yourself to close your eyes. you were exhausted. today had been one of the days that you had managed to catch jean on his way out the door, so you had easily been awake since 6 in the morning. it was now 2 am, and you were just barely clinging to consciousness. you had wanted to wait up until jean got home, but…your body needed sleep. craved it. so, you finally put your troubled thoughts to rest, telling yourself you’d fret over them later, and fell into the outstretched and waiting arms of dreamland.

it was nearing four in the morning when jean finally unlocked the door to your shared apartment and stepped inside, shouldering off his jacket and hanging it limply on the coatrack. he sighed, rubbing at his temples as he toed off his shoes and padded into the kitchen to set down his keys and get a glass of water. his head was pounding, and negative thoughts were swimming around competitively in his brain, fighting over which could hold his attention the longest. he had many things nagging at him that night: the unsolved case that lay practically untouched and collecting dust on his desk, the long lecture that his boss had given him as he was leaving the office about his performance being ‘unsatisfactory’ for someone of his rank, and most importantly, he missed you. he missed you so fucking badly that it was affecting his ability to focus, which in turn effected his work performance, hence the long ass lecture that deputy director levi had given him as he left only half an hour before. he knew that he probably should have listened to said lecture and probably taken advice, as well, but all he could think about as levi rambled on and on about his slow performance was getting home to you. seeing you. loving you. touching you. tasting you- he spilled water on his pants and cursed, scrambling to grab a towel to wipe up the mess.

unfortunately, he cursed rather loudly as the water had made contact with his slacks, and he had unintentionally roused you from your sleep. you made your way sleepily into the kitchen and yawned, stretching your arms up above your head and gaining jean’s attention. he frowned upon seeing your sleep tousled appearance, giving you a once over then moving to pull you into a hug. you nestled your face into his neck, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.

“shit, i’m sorry, baby…were you asleep?” he murmured, gently carding his hands through your hair. you nodded, moving away a little so that you could see his face.

“’s fine, i had only been asleep for an hour or so, anyways…you okay? i heard you curse…you sounded really mad.” jean’s face reddened, and he looked down.

“i was going to get myself some water and accidentally spilled it on myself. it was a clumsy, stupid mistake, but it’s what i get for coming home at four in the morning.” you scoffed a little, training your eyes on the slowly disappearing stain on his pants.

“hard day at work? you seem tense.” you reached out a hand and ran it down the length of his left bicep, gently rubbing your thumb against his skin. he perked up a bit at your touch.

“nothing that i can’t handle. come on, y/n, let’s get you into bed. you look like you’re going to pass out any minute now.” he moved to guide you into your shared bedroom, but you planted your heels into the ground and shook your head, shooting him an intense look. he paused, puzzled at your actions.

“i don’t want to sleep. i never get to see you, this may be the only chance i get to talk to you until next fucking week.” your words came out harsher than you intended them to, and jean inhaled sharply upon hearing them.

“i know…fuck, i’m sorry, y/n. i know that i work too much, i really need to stop, but-“

“i know. the case is important.”

“and levi-“

“is up your ass about it, i know. you’ve told me.” jean lets out a defeated sigh and moved to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair and plopping into it. he put his head in his hands and grasped at his hair harshly. you moved to sit next to him and waited for him to speak.

“this job is really important. and if i solve this case, the bonus i’d get would be big enough to keep us comfortable for many years to come…i don’t want to jeopardize that, but also…our relationship…” he paused and looked up at you, taking in your appearance and analyzing your face. the corners of your lips looked like they were struggling not to turn downwards. he sighed. “how are you feeling?”

“…forgotten.” the words hung heavy in the air, and jean stayed silent, so, you continued. “i know it’s not what you intend to make me feel. you go to work with me in the back of your mind everyday, you come home to me and kiss my cheeks every time you get in bed next to me…i feel you do it. but…you’re never here…and it just…it makes me feel-“

“no. no, no, no. y/n…fuck. i’ll take less hours if you want me to…so that we can spend more time together. i’d probably have to work on the weekends sometimes, but-“

“no, that’s not what i want.” you stood from your chair, looking down at him in a way that he couldn’t describe. he ran another hand through his hair. were you about to break up with him? honestly, he wouldn’t blame you if you did.

“then what do you want? i-“ and then you were on him, like a lion pouncing on its prey, your lips claiming his roughly and passionately. your tongue slipped into his mouth, igniting a fiery dance that had him moaning and gasping for air. he reached up and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his lap. his hips involuntarily bucked up and ground against yours, causing moans to fall from both of your lips at the friction. soon enough you were dry humping each other like horny teenagers who had never been touched; his hands were gripping your hips so tightly that they were sure to leave finger-shaped bruises in their wake. not that you minded. you could feel that familiar coil wound tight in your core, threatening to unravel at any moment when he stopped his ministrations completely, causing a frustrated whine to slip from your mouth. he smirked at this, one of his fingers trailing from your belly button, up through the valley of your breasts and up the side of your neck, finally landing on your lips. you took it into your mouth with hesitation, greedily sucking on his digit and pulling a delicious moan from him.

“fuck, baby…look at you.” he pushed a second finger into your mouth and you were quick to start lapping at that one as well, swirling your tongue around the both of them as if it were his cock that were in your mouth. “you missed me so badly, didn’t you, slut? i can feel your wetness seeping through your shorts and getting onto my pants. so needy…” you started to move away from his hand so you could answer, but he shoved his fingers back into your throat and you almost gagged, but stopped yourself. “ah, ah, ah. talk tomorrow…tonight you are mine.” jean’s pupils were blown wide with lust as he watched a string of saliva drip down your chin and onto your chest, slowly running down the slope of one of your breasts.

jean removed his fingers from your mouth, leaving you to gasp for air, and carried you to your bedroom, tossing you not so gently onto the bed and descending on you almost as quickly as you had gotten settled. his lips hungrily reclaimed yours and his hands were desperately mapping every inch of your body, skimming over the soft curve of your hips and the smooth skin of your waist, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. he stopped to appreciate your breasts, grabbing and caressing the supple flesh before tweaking your nipples and causing you to arch into his touch and gasp into his mouth. in response to this, he growled hungrily and grabbed onto your throat and squeezed, progressively tightening his hold on you as time passed. his tongue moved effortlessly against yours, you just fit so perfectly against each other and it felt so agonizingly good. you were beginning to see stars from the pressure on your windpipes, and just as your vision began to get spotty he let go, gently rubbing at your now red skin in a sort of sadistic apology.

“god, you’re such a slut…took it so good. hold up your arms.” he demanded, and you complied, lifting your arms up above your head so he could pull your shirt off and throw it away from you, leaving it forgotten and in a heap on the floor. and then he was kissing you again, but your neck this time. his kisses were so passionate and rough that you were still gasping for breath, moaning every so often when he decided to take your skin in between his teeth and bite down, leaving a deep purple mark behind. his lips found his way down to the waistband of your pants, and he looked up to you to ask for permission. you nodded impatiently and lifted your hips so that he could pull the unwanted fabric away from you, leaving you bare and vulnerable in front of him. you were completely naked before him now, and he hungrily drank in the sight.

“fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous…and all mine. now open your legs for me, baby…let me see how wet you are.” his voice was husky and deep, which shot a pang of warmth straight to your core. you complied to his request and slowly opened your legs. his eyes were hooded as if he were drunk on expensive wine as he took in the sight before him, and he braced his hands on your thighs, caressing the sensitive skin next to your center. it sent a shiver down your spine, and you whimpered at the contact. your eyes locked with his in a silent beg to touch you, to give you the orgasm he had denied you not that much earlier. jean gave you a smug smirk, then dove in between your thighs, his tongue assaulted your clit.

you let out a strangled cry at the sudden sensation of his tongue against the most sensitive parts of your body, and your hips jerked up in retaliation, but he held you down by placing one hand on your lower belly and another anchored your left thigh to the bed, keeping you spread before him as he greedily lapped at your fold. his name was falling off your tongue in pants now, and you felt yourself nearing your release. you thighs trembled as he continued his vicious assault with his tongue. you weren’t going to last much longer, you could feel yourself tipping over the edge, you were starting to see white-

“holy FUCK, jean, oh my fucking god, yes.” he had shoved two fingers into you that were now curling up and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. a prideful smile was ever so present on jean’s lips.

“yeah? you like that baby? come on, cum for me…yes, that’s it…good girl…” you bucked your hips up to meet every thrust of his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. his tongue was still attached to your clit the entire time, causing you to violently shudder at the overstimulation. jean waited a few moments before removing his fingers from your heat and licking them clean, making eye contact with you all the while.

“so sweet…” he mused, moving to kiss you on the lips. he grabbed your chin and gently prodded your mouth open, then spit into it before forcing your mouth shut again. you swallowed and moaned at the absolute lewdness of the action itself. you could taste yourself on your tongue…it was surprisingly hot. “you like the taste, baby? make sure to swallow every drop…”

“yes…fuck.” your head lolled back as you reached down to palm his erection through his trousers, pulling a delicious groan from his mouth. his head fell back at the sensation of finally being touched, but only allowed you to touch him briefly before backing away and impatiently undoing his belt and pants and undressing himself. soon you found yourselves face to face with each other, his member lined up with your entrance. he leaned down to capture your mouth with his once more before pushing into you. you both moaned at the feeling of him filling you up to the fucking brim, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix barely as he finally bottomed out inside of you. jean loosed a shuddering breath and looked down at you to meet your eyes.

“fuck, i love you.” and you were kissing again, his hips starting to rapidly piston in and out of you, causing the headboard of your bed to slap against the wall violently. you couldn’t find it in you to care. the feeling of him filling you then pulling all the way out just to fill you to the brim over and over again was bringing tears to your eyes, and the added pressure of his hand squeezing at your throat was making you see stars. soon enough you were coming undone once more, moaning loudly and arching your back off of the bed as your walls squeezed around jean’s cock, causing him to hiss out a string of curses. you were gripping at his shoulders to get him to give you a minute to come down from your high, but he just kept fucking you through your orgasm, his eyes trained on the delicious image of him thrusting in and out of you and reveling in the lewd sounds your bodies were making. you whined and scratched at his back to get him to give you a breather, which normally would have spurred him on to go faster, but this time he pulled out of you completely and sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“jean…what’re you doing? you didn’t get to-“

“oh no, baby, we’re not done yet…” jean bucked his hips up a bit and his cock rubbed against your entrance. the friction pulled a moan from both of your lips and your head fell back on his shoulder from the exhaustion that both of your orgasms had brought you. jean reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look ahead into the full-length mirror you had in your room. your face flushed at the image before you and jean laughed seductively, tightening his grip on your jaw and slipping his ring and middle fingers into your mouth.

“look at you…such a slut for me…think you can take my cock one more time?” you nodded aggressively and squirmed a bit in his lap, desperately trying to get him back inside of you. “patience…patience, baby. so greedy…” he chuckled and gently lifted your hips before sinking you down onto him in one fell swoop. he wasted no time in allowing you to adjust and started fucking up into you at a relentless pace, causing you to scream out and dig your nails into his arms.

“look at you taking my cock so well…look how much your body is enjoying being used like a toy…fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous bouncing on my cock like that.” your head threatened to loll back again at the intensity of his thrusts and he forcibly turned your head to face the mirror again, your eyes locking in the reflection. “if you look away, i stop. watch it. watch me fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t take it anymore.” you whined at this and trained your eyes on the mirror, keeping eye contact with him for a lot of it.  but you knew you weren’t going to last, and he knew it too; he could feel your walls constricting around him and his cock twitching in return, threating to spill inside of you at any moment. the sight alone was more erotic than you had ever thought it would be, and it was turning you on more than you thought possible. you let out a particularly loud moan, and jean knew you were tipping over the edge for the third time.

“that’s it, baby, cum for me.” so you did. “good girl…good girl…cum all over my cock. ah, ah, ah…keep your eyes as the mirror. i want you to watch as i fill you to the brim with my cum. i want you to watch it leak out of you as i pull out of you. keep your eyes on me.” you almost came again at his words but he didn’t give you the chance; he came inside of you after one last particularly bruising thrust up into you, his hips stuttering a bit as he came down from his release.

the two of you sat there for a few moments to catch your breath. jean ran his hands up and down your arms to soothe you, then slowly pulled out of you. cum dripped out of you and onto the comforter beneath you. you let out another moan at the sight and jean chuckled, reaching around your bodies to gather the cum that had leaked out of you on one of his fingers, then pushed it back inside of you. you spasmed a bit at this, it was too much.

“jean, i can’t, it’s too much-“ he kissed your temple and pulled his finger back out of you, laughing softly.

“i know, baby…but you don’t want any of it to go to waste, do you?”

yeah…you two regularly incorporated mirrors into your sex life after that…

#aot oneshots #aot x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk

[tamlinsbedroom]

Chaper 9: Awaited Rutting

When I awoke, Rhysand was on the other side of the bedroom packing a suitcase for us. I silently observed him until he finally felt my heavy eyes on his back. His shirtless back, I should say. I watched the muscles ripple as he moved.

“Like what you see?” He purred. I blushed and much to my dismay got out of bed, wobbling up to him. He pulled me into him and I breathed in his scent that both lulled me to sleep and made me wake up.

“We’ll winnow to the Spring Court after breakfast.” He smoothed down my hair as he spoke. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded, but not before my stomach growled. He chuckled, zipping the suitcase shut.

“Let’s get you some breakfast, Alanna darling.” He grabbed my hand and walked downstairs with me carefully, gesturing for me to sit at the loaded table. I wasn’t shy as I gathered waffles, bacon, and eggs onto my plate. Even though we were winnowing, something told me that I was going to be in desperate need of strength for what I felt was going to happen later…

I saw Rhys smirk at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, it truly is astonishing how neither of us have ravished you yet.” My eyes widened and I was thankful that we were the only ones there.

“Are you nervous?” He asked me. I wasn’t about to lie when he had a direct pathway to my mind.

“Yes…” I admitted. He smiled softly and set his hand on mine.

“We will go at your pace. You don’t have to worry when it comes to us. We’d never do anything you didn’t want to do…even Tamlin. Though his past actions do make me have my doubts.” I didn’t ask what actions those were. We finished up breakfast quickly and Rhysand gathered up the suit cases.

“Ready?” He held out his arm to me. I nodded and took it.

In a whirl, we were suddenly in the Spring Court again, right outside the front doors of the manor. Not half a second later, the doors flew open. Tamlin greeted Rhys with a hard look, his jaw clenched. He looked at me and that look subsided, checking over me as if to see if I was okay.

“Come in.” He held the door open for me, but when Rhys came up behind me it “magically” shut on him.

“Rude rude rude.” Rhys mused. Tamlin snarled at him, pointing a finger.

“You are never to take her against her will again. I mean it.”

“Of course. It had to be done this once, and you know it. You should be thankful because right now I have half a mind to—“

“Hey.” I butted in. “Can you two relax? I’m safe and here. You,” I gestured to Rhys, “keep telling me alllll about how this mating bond is supposed to make you act like rutting stag and yet you’re both bickering like a married couple!” They looked equally as shocked at my little outburst, before chuckling.

“You’re right, darling.” Said Rhys with a grin. “Allow us to show you what you so desperately want to see.”

Tamlin was in front of me in a heartbeat, slamming his lips against mine with fury and passion. I kissed back, the fire being fed gasoline as the blood in my veins heated.

Rhysand was behind me, pressing kisses on my exposed shoulder before I heard a loud rip. My dress, well, what was left of it, was on the floor in pieces. I was now stark naked between the two men. Rhys grabbed Tamlin and I as we winnowed to the lord of spring’s chamber.

“You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you.” Said Rhys, his lips now attacking my chest, tweaking my hardened nipples between his fingers as Tamlin made his way in-between my legs. He spread them harshly, hungry for the feast that awaited him.

“Go on, Tamlin. Feast on our mate.” Tamlin growled in answer, his tongue delving inside of me as Rhys continued to fondle my breasts.

“F-fuck!” I moaned out in a high pitched wail, never have felt this sort of pleasure. Tamlin’s tongue now was licking my clit in stripes, spitting on it and kissing it, quite literally making out with my pussy.

“How does she taste?” Rhys asked, peering down between my legs. Tamlin came up with his chin glistening.

“Like raspberries and cream.” He grunted, delving back down to suck my bundle of nerves in his mouth, ever so slightly clamping his teeth down on it. Just enough so that I felt the intense pressure. Rhysand turned to me and kissed my lips, his tongue sliding into my cavern and quickly dominating my own. He tasted like melons and strawberries from breakfast still, and—

“Oh my gods!” I yelped at Tamlin inserting not one, but two of his large fingers inside of me.

“Easy.” Rhysand said to him. Tamlin began curling them into my g-spot and my eyes rolled back into my head.

He kept fingering me for what felt like hours before taking them out and shoving them into my own mouth. I sucked around them, my tongue dipping between the digits.

“She’s ready.” The high lord said to the other.

“Who do you want first?” Rhys asked. That decision felt impossible to make, and Tamlin glared at him sideways.

“I don’t know…” I couldn’t choose without disappointing one of them. To my absolute surprise, Tamlin spoke.

“I’ll take her mouth.” He said to Rhys, looking equally as shocked. He nodded, and the males—my males, started stripping in front of me. Their chiseled abs and muscles shined in the light, and when they dropped their pants at the same time…mother above.

Their cocks were equally as large…and as beautiful. Tamlin’s was curved ever so slightly upward, a vein running through it. It was just as sun kissed as the rest of his skin, the tip a pretty pink. His balls were round and oh so heavy. Full of cum. Rhysands, on the other hand, was straight, with more veins on it. The head was a reddish pink, and his balls were just as big and full. I was about to be bred by these two—

“Are you ready?” I hadn’t even noticed Rhys between my legs, Tamlin in front of me, cock heavy on my lips.

“I want you both to breed me.” I didn’t know where those words came from, but I meant them with every cell in my body. They looked at each other, nodding. Tamlin waited to put it in my mouth, instead opting to kiss my temple and rub my arms comfortably.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Rhysand told me, concerned at how fragile I was.

I felt the tip sting as it stretched me, Rhys looked into my eyes deeply.

“Are you okay, darling?” He asked reassuringly.

“Mhmm…just slow…” I held onto Tamlin’s hand, my grip tight as he slowly pushed into me.

“Such a good girl.” The blonde whispered into my ear, kissing my neck over and over again.

When Rhy’s was fully sheathed inside of me, I thought that I was going to explode. I had never felt so utterly full…his cock touching every inch my walls.

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He paused his words on each thrust. “Dammit I can’t hold back…”

Tamlin opened my mouth with his fingers, gagging me as a sort of test before he put his dick down my throat. I nodded at him…I needed him. The males were quenching a thirst I’d never known I had. His cock hit the back of my throat as I hollowed my cheeks around it.

“I wonder if your pussy feels as good as this pretty little mouth.” Tamlin mused, now fucking my throat at the same pace as Rhys fucked my pussy.

“Tamlin…you have no idea.” Rhysand was now pounding me, his balls clapping against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and put me into a mating press, his cock going even deeper. Tamlin pulled out to give me a breather, tears streaming down my face along with spit. Rhys frowned.

“Don’t rough her up like that.” Tamlin snarled and made a comeback.

“Then come fuck her throat and see how hard it is not to.” Rhys laughed, and I felt it surge deep within me. That familiar feeling of being right on the edge, about to jump off. Rhys pounded faster, and harder, and deeper.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. Mark you as mine. My one and only mate. Get ready Alanna darling…I’m cumming!” He did just that, his hot seed shooting against my cervix as he grunted deeply. He was about to collapse on top of me when he pulled away. Tamlin, now out of my mouth stood between my legs.

“My turn.” He smirked. Rhysand was now next to me, his hand in-between my legs. Rubbing his cum into my clit as Tamlin thrusted in. I almost came then and there, the sheer pleasure overwhelming.

“Gods you were right, Rhysand. Her mouth is heaven but this—“ He thrusted particularly hard “—is beyond compare.”

My clit continued to be fondled and rubbed by my other mate, all while my blonde one drilled me. Rhys fucked me with passion, with force. But Tamlin…he fucked like an animal. Both of the males made me feel so good in equally as addicting ways. I was lucky—so incredibly lucky.

“P-please Tamlin, Rhys. Make me cum…I can’t take it anymore!” I yelled out, right on the edge when a few more rubs and thrusts tipped me over.

It came crashing down not like a wave, but a tsunami. Rhys held me as I must have dug my nails into his arms.

“Dammit she’s clenching so fucking hard! I’m cumming—“ Tamlin released inside me lastly, his load just as big and hot as Rhysand’s.

I nearly passed out when Tamlin pulled out, laying down on the other side of me.

The evidence magic bond was leaking out of me onto the sheets, all three of our essences. Rhys went to go grab a warm wash cloth as I caught my breath next to Tamlin. When he was back, Tamlin held one of my legs open so Rhys could wipe the sweat and cum off of me. I flinched when it made contact with my overstimulated clit. Rhysand apologized, pressing a simple kiss to it. He discarded of the towel and went to lay next to me.

Both of the males at either of my sides made me feel the most protected I’d ever felt in my entire life. Rhys must have heard me as he squeezed my arm.

“Thank you. Both of you.” I spoke alas.

“What for?” They both said in unison, making me giggle and them glare at each other.

“Everything.”

They both kissed my cheeks, Rhysand to my right and Tamlin to my left.

“Sleep, Alanna.” Said Tamlin. Draping an arm over my midsection.

“She’ll need it for the amount of fucking we’re all going to do tomorrow.” Rhys mumbled with a smirk, snuggling up to my side and kissing my forehead. This wasn’t so bad after all.

#rhysand x oc #tamlin redemption #tamlin smut #acotar fanfiction #tamlin fanfiction #rhysand fantiction #rhysand imagine #tamlin imagine #acotar smut

[asmo-ds]

Hi there! I saw you take requests and I was wondering if you would write soft nsfw with Satan? Like sensual and body praise-y. If not thats totally ok I was just wondering! Have a good day!

Let’s Make Love Tonight (18+)

Satan x f!MC SMUT

Warnings: Praise Kink, she/her pronouns used, penetration, female sex organs

Summary: After a fight with Lucifer, Satan asks MC to come to his room for some “stress relief”. MC and Satan get heated in the bedroom, but before they get too far MC suddenly stops them from going into their usual rough sex and asks Satan if they can instead “make love” to him

MC lay on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through Devilgram. Though her eyes were focused on the pictures scrolling past on her screen, her mind and ears were focused on the loud voices that boomed throughout the dorms, anger, and irritation evident in both parties.

She let out a soft sight, worried about Satan as she heard his door slam shut and Lucifer’s loud footsteps stomping towards his study, where he was sure to be angrily scribbling his signature on paperwork for the next several hours.

A soft *ping* is heard from MC’s DDD and she clicks the notification, opening her chat with Satan.

Satan: Come to my room. Now.

MC: For what?

Satan: Stress Relief.

MC rolls off of her bed, feet softly landing on the ground. She wasn’t really in the mood to be manhandled right now, so she searched her brain for a way to get out of being roughly taken by her boyfriend while still helping him relieve stress. She walks slowly to give herself time to text Asmodeus for advice.

MC: Hey horny man, how does one go about getting out of being manhandled while still pleasuring their partner?

Asmo: Dear, you know Satan would respect if you didn’t want to have sex right now

MC: It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t want him to be so rough right now

Asmo: Hmmm… what he really needs right now I think is to be loved rather than fucked

MC: ASMO YOU HORNY GENIUS!

Asmo: Have fun dear, don’t forget to use protection ;)))

MC slips her DDD back into her pocket, picking up her pace a bit, arriving at Satan’s door seconds later.

Not bothering to knock, MC walks straight in and is almost immediately pinned against the door that had been closed behind her by Satan.

“You took your sweet time getting here, huh?” Satan growls, licking a stripe up her neck.

“I did,” MC responds, putting a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him away, nervousness evident in her voice.

Satan raises an eyebrow at MC’s unwillingness to submit to him the way she normally does. His heart sinks at the thought of MC possibly being scared of him at this moment.

“I love you, Satan,” she pecked his cheek softly, a blush immediately rising to his face at the soft and affectionate touch. “It’s because I love you that I don’t want you to be rough with me today,” she pushes him towards the bed, straddling him as he falls onto the mattress, “I want to show you how much I care,” she leans down to rest her forehead on his own, making eye contact with the confused demon, “so please… let me make love to you.”

“MC…” he looks up at her pleading, loving eyes as he is stunned at the change of atmosphere caused by the human’s simple words. He raises a hand to their cheek, softly caressing it and giving them a nervous look.

“It may not be our typical sex, but please, let me make you feel loved right now,” the human’s pink cheeks growing a darker shade of red as embarrassment climbed throughout her body, trembling with anticipation.

The sight of MC looking at him so lovingly and shyly made his cock twitch in his pants and he gave in, leaning forward and catching her lips in a passionate kiss, filled with emotions and desire.

MC continued to kiss him lovingly as she moved a hand down to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it a bit, making him sit up so she sat in his lap and could pull it off. She threw the clothing to the floor a few feet away from them, hands immediately going to his naked chest and caressing his soft skin. They pull away from their kiss, lungs begging for fresh air as a string of saliva connected their panting bodies. MC placed one more soft kiss on Satan’s lips before moving to his jaw, sucking and nibbling gently at his pale skin. He groaned softly as she ground against him, giving his bulge some much-needed friction. 

As MC’s moved down, gently pushing him to lay back on the mattress and relax, she left love bites all over him, from his jaw to his abs, until eventually, she reached the waistband of his pants. 

MC looked up at the blushing blond as she unbuttoned them, pushing them and his boxers down enough to pull his hardening member out and admire it. She placed soft kisses up and down his shaft before licking a long stripe along the bottom, leading to a soft whimper from the man above her as he grew desperate to feel her warm throat gagging around him. She looked up at him with innocent and adoring eyes as she kitten licked the tip before bringing the head of his cock into her mouth.

His hips bucked slightly at the feeling of MC’s tongue swirling around the head and the girl indulged him, bringing his cock further into her mouth and bobbing her head at a quick pace, his hand coming to pull hair from her eyes and hold the loose strands in the hand that found its place on the back of her head. She kept going further and further down until her nose was against his pubic bone and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She moaned around him, the vibrations against his cock leading to him letting out a long and low moan as well.

MC began to move her head again, swallowing around him and taking pleasure in his moans and whimpers, admiring how different he sounded from their usual sex.

I feel like I’ve only heard him growl and grunt, the girl thought he’s so cute like this

“S-shit. Kitten, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned out as his hips jerked up slightly, the head of his cock making its way to the back of her throat. She looked up at him, teary eyes that practically had hearts in them as his warm seed spilled down her throat and she eagerly swallowed the salty substance.

After he finished, MC pulled her head off slowly, making a show of scooping up some seed that had spilled out of her lips and bringing it to her tongue. His face turned bright red, not used to MC being so lewd and taking the lead in bed MC kissed back up his body, eventually reaching his lips where he could taste himself on her tongue that danced with his own.

Satan watched with adoration as MC took off her shirt, unclipping her bra, and tossing both garments to the side. He let his hands land on her hips and trace their way up to her breasts. He massaged her mounds and relished in the soft moan she emitted.

He flipped MC so he was on top of her now. He left wet kisses down her neck as he continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples, her moans only growing more frequent as he placed his lips around one of the perky buds, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it lightly.

Her hands found themselves tangled in his golden locks as she lost herself in his touch. His hand that had previously been tweaking the bud he didn’t have in his mouth was now slowly making its way down her torso. MC shivered from the slow gentle touch before Satan leaned back to pull  MC’s panties and skirt down her soft legs. 

When all of her clothes were gone she lay there exposed to his hungry green eyes that raked over her. “You’re so perfect,” Satan says softly as he stares down at her dripping core, already wet and begging for him.

He brings his fingers down to her hole, circling it slowly before pushing a finger in. MC moaned and squirmed under him as he pulls the finger out slowly before pushing it right back in. He added a second finger, curling both of them up to press against her sweet spot, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

“Ah… Satan… your fingers- ah- so good,” she panted as his mouth sucked on her breast once more, doubling her pleasure. He lets out a chuckle at MC’s inability to form sentencing without her little cries of pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to his lips, bringing the wet digits into his mouth and tasting her sweet arousal.

“You’re so sweet, Kitten. Here, can you taste yourself on my tongue?” He leans down and kisses her passionately, tongues swirling around each other, the taste of her arousal mixing with the taste of Satan’s previous orgasm that still lingered on the back of her tongue.

“So sweet,” MC pants out as she licked the string of saliva connecting them both back into her mouth.

Satan moves to sit against his headboard and motions for MC to come to his lap.

She straddles him, lining herself up with his member before slowly sinking down, pleasure taking over both parties as they let out soft sighs and moans. As soon as MC has sunk all the way down on him, his cock nearly touching her cervix, she gave him another soft peck on the lips.

“I love you so much, Satan,” MC smiles, unable to help herself from wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Satan smiled and kissed her shoulder.

“I love you too, Kitten - ngh!” he interrupts himself with a groan as  MC slowly lifted her hips before sinking once more onto his cock and grinding down on him. She leaned back to face him, nose to nose as they both panted and whined, MC’s pace growing more frantic before her legs began to hurt. Noting the way her thighs started to tense underneath his large hands, he flipped them over once more, setting a faster pace as he threw her legs over his shoulders and pounded into them.

MC cried out in pleasure as he continued to hit her g-spot with every thrust, her mind becoming hazy with love and lust towards the man inside of her.  The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of the pair moaning each other’s names and small praises. “Kitten, I’m g-gonna cum” he stutters out as his thrusts grow more erratic before stuttering as her walls clamped down around him, her own orgasm ripping through her body with a loud cry of Satan’s name. 

Satan filled her with his seed, her nearly purring at the feeling of the warm cum filling them. He pulled his softening member out and watches as her hole spasmed around nothing but air and the cum that spilled out of it, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as he admired his lover’s trembling post-orgasm form.

“Thank you, MC, I really enjoyed that,” he kisses her on the cheek earning a small whimper from the tired human, “let’s clean you up, then we can nap, okay kitten?”

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[muffindaddystyles]

Hershey Fucker.

Author's Note; here lies the great memory of long hair Harry. Long gone but never forgotten. A smut to make you clench your legs together, *laughs in evil*. Don't forget to gimme some love :(

Kaleidoscopic lights flares around you as you stirred the straw of your margarita dodging the glunk of strawberry. Your eyes anchored at the spindiling lean figure of the emerald eyed monster, jaw tight that of greek god, umber spiral of curls kissing the sharply cuts of his face and it glows as if he has used your highlighter.

You scoff when he puckers his lips around the rim of whiskey giving a fist bump in praise.

It's been going on from the time you stepped inside the club. He's being a pain in arse. Having none of shame giving a harsh squeeze to your butt while leading you, leaning close to whisper words straight outta dirty erotica, throwing you his signature cocky smirks and brush of noses while he adjusted his daddy long legs nudging them in between your knees as you both sat on the high-stools of the bar.

You shake your head in exasperation smiling to yourself when he caught the wrist of bartender pointing at it with slurred eyes and bubbly lips, "nice tat, lad. looks sexy on ya." You know he's trying to make you jealous on purpose and it's quite endearing to see him try.

It makes your pussy weep, in all honesty. The fact that he's flirtatious in nature and when he speaks it feels like roses are falling from his lips would never fail to make you find him more ethereal. He owns that kinky charisma.

He kept on side glancing you while doing his antiques. Chatting with the bartender and complementing him with a lopsided grin, taking your hand for agreement because he's that annoying.

You practically lunges over him straddling his knee to brush your crimson coated lips agaisnt his earlobe while you whisper.

"Wanna go home." He furrows his brows together clearing his throat and gesturing you with his sparkling daunting gaze ','s that so?' when you sit back leaving a satisfied red smudgnes at his earlobe and higher jaw. You bob your head patting his knees and before your hands could sneak any higher he grabbed them, chugging the last of his whiskey and ruffling his wild tresses back to stand both of you on feet.

"Hmm. Was 'avin', fun weren't ye'?" He asks looping his forearms around your front protectively and keeping you close to him while making an exit from the crowd.

"Ehm. dunno, hot bartender." He scrunches his nose at this pinching your hip-bone rasping out in his thick chapel's accent.

"Thought ye'r same thought, babe." You cackle at this loudly gasping audibly when the cold zephyr of London enveloped you. He immediately kisses your head stroking his thumb against the nape of your neck.

"'Ere lemme be ye'r personal heater." He cacoons the warm coat he's wearing around your body pulling you to his chest, his exposed pecks coming in contact with your own bare shoulders making both of you hiss. "Better hurry up, wan' to get wrapped 'round your warmth." You laugh at his chaotic humour hitting him with elbow.

On reaching the car that's parked at the very end of parking lot you spin in his hold gazing deep into his jade and he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when you grab his face, squishing his blushed chill cheeks in process.

You part your lips infront of him glazing your wet tongue all over your plump lips to give him a little show before pulling him closer to smear them against his stiff ones, you kiss him sloppily letting your saliva drool around the corners of his lips lapping onto his tongue messily.

"Mhmp. Ye' know your sloppiness turn meh on s' bad." He grunts with fog huffing out sliding his large palm under your thigh to grope your ass and haul your leg around his waist as you lean over the bonnet of car. He glides his thumb from your decolletage to the hilt of your chin tilting it to deepen the already erotic kiss, tasting the insides of your cheeks.

He captures your bottom lip in between his bunny teeth pulling it with floppy sound. He looks down upon you with lust blow irirses wide spreading his legs to straddle your bare thighs and to rub his knee against your soaked centre.

"Meh filthy girl's jealous t' 'er fuckin' core, innit?" You shake your head left and right in utter innocence. He laughs at your effort. Degradingly, intimidatingly rough from his chest that prominents your heavy breathing and a soapy patch of arousal in your thong.

"Now lyin' t' meh aren't ya, bunny." He smirks with stern brows tapping your chin and your dainty squeak traps in your lungs when he yanks you off the bonnet against the door side of the car squeezing between the two cars for less visibility of the dirty things they're about to do.

He kisses the dip where your shoulder meets your neck trailing his parted lips between your breasts tweaking your nipples harshly from the flimsy cloth, "not jealous, right?" He mumbles grazing his teeth against your jawline pecking the corner of your lips.

"No." You choke out slip shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the window as he thrusts the buldge of his thick hard cock in his pants against your cunt, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force you love other around your throat.

"Not even if I'll be...on me knees fo' him? He heaves out flushing your sweaty chests together and your eyes rolls to your skull with his pressure building on your throat, you grind against him with moans of ecastasy him perfectly rubbing up and down between your weepy pussy lips.

He smirks in victory knowing it's warming you up so he continues in slurred seductiveness, "no' when I'll beg fo' his cock in me mouth? fo' him to deep throat meh, t' fuck me mouth?" You whimper. Shivering hands reaching for him, instead of grabbing them as he usually do with gentleness he wrapped his one palm around your wrists locking them atop your head roughly.

He slaps your pussy and you ducked forward crying out with pleasure into his chest. He tugs at your thong ripping it to shreds and stuffing it to his pocket, "when I'll spread me legs fo' him...." His hard on poking against your stomach as he toyed with your clit. He swipes the tip of his fingers up and down circling it around your weeping hole collecting your moisturizer and snaking it up past your mound and tummy to nipples wetting them. Actually, making a complete mess of you.

"Harry..." You whine raising your hips and he spanks your thigh tapping your chin to open up stuffing his fingers into your mouth, "shut up and suck." You swirls your tongue around his slender digits; a string of saliva attached with your lips as he pulled them out.

"Tell meh ye're jealous, 'n I'll give ye'r tight pussy meh fingers." He pinches your clitoris flickering it into rapid motions, "wh-why should i? when m' not." you spurts out. Tears in your eyes as he eggs you on removing his fingers the moment you were about to soak his digits.

He tuts pushing his dick hard against you, "ye' wouldn't if he'd fuck meh in arse again 'n again, if he'd take me in his mouth 'n play with meh balls like yeh do?" He asks in a low voice looking down in between himself and you, the sight makes him growl as he gave a minute to your imaginations to run wild.

"Ah..ah–daddy, please." You're thrashing in his arms but he doesn't give much attention to it spitting on your cunt and fondling with your sensitive nerves. Harry's a prick that gets what he wants even when you're dripping down your legs for him.

"Answer meh, Y/N! Wouldn't ask again." He grits with a threatening voice and you bobbed your head vigorously. "Use ye'r words." He hovers his middle finger over your entrance.

"Course, I will." He pecks your lips with satisfied grin shoving his middle finger knuckles deep inside your sloppy pussy without any warning causing you to go feral that he had to hold you in one place, "warm like always." He grunts slipping it in and out joining another. Curling it against your spongy walls to quench out moans and whimpers from you.

He digs his teeth inside the flesh of your shoulder and you coiled your arms around him tightly, "oh my god, fuck. fuck. fuck." Your shouts muffles against him as he continuously massaged your g-spot, siscorsing his fingers to fuck you raw with them. He cups his calloused palm and rubs the heel of it against your swollen clit.

"Tell daddy how ye' feel." You kneaded your breasts stuttering with difficulty, "'s good daddy but wan' your cock, inside me." He thwacks your bum groping it and roughly slamming his fingers inside you his metal cold rings brushing against your sticky pussy lips.

"Don't like it when yeh act greedy." You ignore his sharp tone sensing your orgasm build in your tummy and spreading like a wildfire to your bones.

"'cum–m'. May..I come, daddy? Please." You rocked on his hand using his shoulders for leverage, "cum like a sweet good girl yeh are." He says kissing you slowly and you tugged at the lapels of his coat cumming hard on his fingers coating it with your thick cum.

He hugged you swaying you feet to feet one hand still pushing inside you with brutal pace to take every drop from you. His wrist glistening with your cum and wetness in an instant his mood switching, "backseat, spread your legs. I wan' your pussy ready fo' me."

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[mia-tiny]

『 Mingi & Wax/Temp Play 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: s. mingi x fem!reader

⇒ smut, wax play, temperature play (ice), reader restrained, blindfold

⇒ word count: 931

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“This is what you wanted to try?” you ask.

“Not just this,” Mingi answers mysteriously.

He has you laying on your back with your hands tied to the headboard above and a blindfold over your eyes. All you know is that he wants to try something out, but wouldn’t tell you exactly because he wants it to be a surprise. Even though you were entirely unsure of what he could possibly be thinking, you agreed to his plans so long as it didn’t involve weird bodily fluids or extreme pain. Of course, you also know you can always use your safe word if you end up being uncomfortable.

While waiting patiently in your restraints, you hear Mingi leave the room briefly before coming and sitting next to your bare body. You can’t tell, but he takes a second to scan over your beautiful form, all exposed and vulnerable just for him. He reaches out and gently caresses your body, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Although his touch is relaxing, you can’t help but try and touch him back, your wrists tugging on the soft silk that keeps that at bay. When he tweaks your nipple, you gasp.

“Does that feel good?” he questions, entertained.

“Yes, but if this is all you had planned, then I’ve got to say I’m a little disappointed,” you tease in hopes to provoke him.

“So impatient,” he tsks.

His hands leave your body and you hear some glass clinking nearby. “What is that?”

Without answering, Mingi climbs on top of your body and brings his mouth to your neck, but his lips are freezing cold, making you shiver. You quickly connect the dots and realize he must have an ice cube in his mouth as he trails his way down to your breasts. Goosebumps rise on your skin at the sensation, but you must admit that it is making you incredibly needy for him to stimulate you more.

He gently pokes the ice cube past his lips and swirls it around your hardened nipple, the cold feeling extra sensitive there. Just as it starts to become a bit painful, he transitions to the other side and does the same. Your core is already aching for his touch and you can’t help the gasps and whimpers that escape you.

Your heart begins to race as he glides the frozen cube down your stomach and towards your pussy. As soon as the ice reaches your clit, you let out a choked moan. The feeling is brand new and has your back arching off the mattress.

Mingi slips the cube back into his mouth and instead laps at your chilled nub with his frigid tongue. Fireworks go off inside your stomach from the pleasure and you open your legs even wider for him. He continues eating you out until the ice has entirely melted, your orgasm feeling so close already, but there is still more to his surprise.

“Mingi,” you fuss as he detaches from your pussy and moves back to sitting next to you. Your hands again tug at the fabric holding them still.

“I’m right here,” he assures calmly.

He places his hand on your stomach and slides it down to your core, rubbing his fingers along your wet slit a few times before guiding them into your hole. His large digits fill you up deliciously and you moan yet again, the sound suddenly getting cut off when you feel something burning hot drip on your chest.

“It’s just wax, baby,” he explains when he notices your shocked expression. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Despite your initial panicked reaction, the wax had immediately cooled and wasn’t truly as painful as it was just surprising.

“No, I just didn’t expect it.”

With your approval granted, he continues working his fingers inside you and slowly drips some more of the red wax across your torso. Your body instinctively jumps each time it lands in a new place and warms the skin underneath. The tantalizing sensation only increases the degree of pleasure you’re feeling from his assault on your g-spot. When a fat glob of the wax then lands on your nipple, you gasp dramatically and the tensing of your body pushes you even closer to your climax.

“Keep going. I’m going to cum,” you pant as your toes wriggle in bliss.

Your soaking pussy makes the most pornographic squelching sounds as Mingi picks up his pace and you see the light at the end of the tunnel. When the wax then drips onto your other nipple, the sensation is enough to have you coming apart.

You moan Mingi’s name as you clench around his fingers and let him pleasure you through your orgasm. He removes his hand and sets the candle aside as you ultimately sink back down into the sheets. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you attempt to steady your racing heart. Mingi reaches up and slips your blindfold off, causing you to squint under the sudden brightness of the room. After releasing your hands as well, he pulls you to sit in his lap and places a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Was that a good surprise?” he taunts.

You simply smile and nod, too exhausted to reply as you rest your forehead in the crook of his neck. He pulls you tighter against his chest and you can now feel his hard-on poking into your ass. You sit up and give him a languid kiss as your hand sinks down his chest suggestively.

“Let me show you how much I liked it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[romaxnogersav]

↠ Slide thru

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, dirty talk

Word count: 2,084

Summary: Is it too hot, or is Chris making you hot and bothered in the middle of the night?

Kinktober day: October 1 - Fingering

A/N: It’s finally October, so welcome to Kinktober! I’m so freaking excited! It’s the first time I’m participating, and I am a little anxious as well, but it’s shameless month, so it’s gonna pass. Get your holy water and a spare pair of panties ready, and buckle up, because it’s going to be a shameless, wild ride.

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You groaned in frustration. It was hot, far too hot, even with the AC on. You didn't know if it was simply the Boston weather or Chris' body heat that was making you run hot. Whatever the reason, it was hard to fall asleep. Your muscles couldn't relax, you kept turning, trying to find a comfortable position that allowed the heat to subtle.

Chris was sprawled on his stomach, hands under his pillow, hugging it to himself. He was naked, only a thin sheet covering his bubble butt. You had no idea how he was asleep right now. The man ran hot like a furnace. If you were finding it hot to fall asleep in only your panties, he had to be sweating buckets by now.

With a huff, you gave up altogether. You sat up and swung your legs off the bed, and with a silent step, you left the bedroom. Your feet patted against the hardwood, as you descended down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.

With a fast step, you moved around the island and in front of the fridge and pulled the door open. The cool air hit your naked form, your nipples hardening as a pleasant chill ran down your spine. You sighed at the sensation. Now that was better.

You eyed the ice-cream, and without a second thought, you pulled the tube out.

You sat it on the counter and rammed into a drawer until you found a spoon. You opened the tube, your mouth salivating at the sight of the creamy deliciousness inside. Spooning a generous amount, you brought the spoon to your mouth, and almost moaned at taste and coolness combined.

You felt your body relax as you ate spoon after spoon, the heat you felt almost disappearing.

Almost.

That was until a big hand wrapped itself around your middle, a warm body pressed against your back, and Chris' cock nudged your ass.

You shrieked in surprise, and then a groan of displeasure fell from your lips. The hand that wasn't holding the spoon gripped the counter as the warm feeling from earlier began to seep into you again.

"What are you doing up?" Chris' voice was gruff, hoarse with sleep. You felt yourself burn under the touch on your skin and his voice in your ear. You felt a shudder run down your spine, you pussy clenching around nothing.

You cleared your throat, trying to sound as normal as possible, although the burning, both across your body and around your private parts was betraying you. "It's too hot to fall asleep," you breathed out when you felt his lips on your neck, just behind your ear. He pulled the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it, before he let it free, his teeth scraping against it. You trembled into his hold, his lips moving lower and lower until he was nibbling at your neck.

"It's too hot or am I making you too hot? Too bothered?" he rasped, biting at the junction where your neck and shoulder met. You moaned, no longer being able to hold your frustration in. Okay, maybe there was nothing wrong with the weather. Maybe it was all Chris. His body close to yours, naked and hard, glorious.

His hand traveled up from your stomach, glazing the underside of your breast, before taking it in hand. You arched your back, hungry for his touch, desperate.

His hips trusted forward, cock hard, rubbing deliciously against the soft material of your panties. You could feel your slick seeping into them.

He fumbled with your breast, tweaking the nipple in between his fingers, the bud hardening even more under his expert touch. You whined, trying to rub your thighs together until you felt Chris probe them apart. His knee settled in between them, and when it glazed your clit through your soaked underwear, you moaned in delight.

His free hand reached up, settling on your chin, holding your head in place. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, and whispered, "Answer me, sweetheart. Which one is it?" he rubbed his knee against your mound, his hand moving to your other breast, "I can bet it's me, isn't it? I'm the reason you are hot, burning with need. So wet, your panties are soaked through."

You nodded frantically, a needy "Yes" slipping past your lips. He chuckled, the vibrations resonating into your body. He left open-mouth kisses on your neck, down to your naked shoulder, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he growled, his impatience seeping into his voice.

It was too much and too little at the same time. His knee, his hand on your breast, the one on your jaw. His lips, ghosting with a feather-like touch. You needed more, and you needed it fast.

"T-touch me," you finally found your voice, your strength, to utter those two words, hoping and praying he'd understand.

"I'm already touching you. You have to be a little bit more specific than that," you couldn't keep still any longer, you couldn't take the burning. You moved your hips, barely rocking them against his knee, trying to tell him what you wanted.

He let go of your chin, his hand sliding down over your breasts, stomach, mound until he cupped your sex. You nearly screamed, your head falling against his shoulder.

"Here? You want me to touch you here?" you nodded, not wasting any more time. If he didn't touch you properly, if he didn't stick those thick, nimble fingers into your weeping channel soon, you'd explode.

"Use. Your. Words. Tell me." his voice was getting sharper, almost commanding. A new wave of slick seeped out of you, and you knew he felt it, if his grunt, the jerking of his hips was any indication.

"I want your fingers."

"There you go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he finally moved his fingers over you, just a little. You mewed at the feeling, head falling against his shoulder. He rubbed tight circles on your clit through your thong. Then, he pulled the material down your legs, letting it fall to the floor.

He hoisted your left thigh on the counter. When your hot skin made contact with the cold marble, you hissed. Chris ran his fingers along your outer lips, then he dipped them just so into your slit, collecting some of your juices. He smeared them over you before he pinched your clit with his wet digits.

You couldn't take it any longer, you needed him inside you, "Chris, p-please," you weren't sure what you were begging him for. To fuck you with his fingers, or to bring you to release. One came after the other, but you didn't know which one you craved more.

"No need to beg, sweetheart. Gonna fuck my fingers into you real nice," a chocked sob fell from your lips when you felt Chris push one thick digit into your cunt. Although just one, the stretch was there, and that didn't stop your soaked core from swallowing the digit like it was meant to be there. Chris buried his finger to the knuckle before he started pumping it in and out of you.

You reached back, one hand tangling in his disheveled brown locks. You pulled at the strands, eliciting a loud groan from the man behind you.

"Fuck, love. You are so warm, so fucking wet," you could feel his dick twitch against your ass. He kissed your neck, bending his head at an angle that allowed him to reach your collarbone too. He sucked on it, a high-pitched moan left the back of your throat.

You clenched around his finger when you felt him scrape your walls with his blunt nail. It was sliding thru your pussy at a great speed. He swirled his thumb around your bundle of nerves, twerking your nipple just in time. He was stimulating your body in the best way imaginable. When your body shook in his arms every time he did it, he felt a surge of pride run down his spine.

He was making you cry out, touching you. He had that effect on you, and he'd lie if he said it didn't turn him on. He was getting impossibly hard against your backside, but he wanted you to finish. He wanted to feel you squeeze his digits, soak them in your juices, and feel how your body went pliant in his arms.

You whined low in the back of your throat when he pulled his finger out. You missed the fullness, but you weren't left unattended for long. Next thing you knew, he was pushing not one, but two of his fingers in your tight channel.

You screamed out, your walls fluttering at the thickness. He stretched you good, his fingers sliding with the help of your wetness.

"You are so tight, baby. Fuck, I can feel ya squeezing me," your eyes rolled back at the praise, your breathing elaborating as gasp after gasps fell from your parted lips. He fingered you steadily, paying attention to the noises you were making. Every short breath, desperate moan, and every shake of your body.

He scissored his fingers, massaging your walls in earnest. Your pussy was squelching with every move he made. You were so wet, your juices dripped down his fingers, and onto his palm, your thighs even. The sound of him fucking you, your moans and his ragged breaths filled the quiet night.

With a twist of his wrist, he had you close to the edge of ecstasy, as you chanted his name like a prayer. You wanted to cum, you were desperate for release, for the burning feeling to leave your body.

"Your pussy is swallowing my fingers so well, baby. I can feel your walls flutter, begging for release," on one particularly hard thrust, accompanied with another twist of his wrist, he glided his nail against your g-spot. You screamed, and he did it again, "You want to cum, sweetheart? Is that it?"

You felt like you couldn't talk, couldn't give him the verbal confirmation he needed. You were swallowed whole by the feeling of him fucking his fingers into you, touching you, and bringing you closer to the brink of an orgasm.

You found what little clarity you had, as you uttered a broken "Yes".

His lips left your neck in favor of moving to your ear, and he whispered, "Come for me, then. Milk my fingers, baby," his voice was gruff, commanding.

Your pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, the edges of your vision blurred by pure, white bliss. Your body tensed before it went limp in his arms. The way his name left your lips in a scream was almost sinful.

Shockwaves ran down your spine in the glory that was your post-orgasming bliss. Chris was murmuring things into your ear, his voice intoxicating, yet a little distant as you slowly came down from your high.

When he slipped his fingers from you, he brought them up and onto his mouth, making you gasp. Although the burn had subtle, watching him stick his fingers into his mouth, lick them clean, and groan at the taste of your release, had you squirming in his hold. His hard length at the globes of your ass had your desire run up through the roof.

"You taste like fucking heaven," you felt your face heat up at the praise, even though you knew it shouldn't. He just fucked you with his fingers in the kitchen, hunched over a tube of ice-cream that was completely melted by now.

He helped you set your foot down again before he spun you around and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, all teeth and tongue, sharing the taste of you with every movement of his tongue against yours.

When he pulled back a little, it was so he could look into your face with s smirk that said far more than words could. Still, he felt the need to elaborate on his plans for the rest of the night.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy nice and slow until you could barely keep your eyes open, darlin'," he didn't waste time before he picked you up and took the stairs two at the time. Safe to say, by the time he was trough with you, you were almost unconscious.  

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[bbygenya]

cyber sex pt.2 🌪

fandom: demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba

pairing: modern!sanemi x reader

ratings: m for m(utual mastubation)ature :)

warnings: none

word count: 2787

summary: listening to a popular song, you get a devilish idea for your dear old boyfriend

a/n: ma’am spare some digital coochie for a poor beggar—

also this isn’t that great (its my first kny fic as I mentioned earlier so pls be nice 🥺) read part 1 here!

“Let’s have video sex.”

He pauses for a moment, wondering what to say, how to act. This was out of the blue. “You sure? We don’t ha-”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Do you want to get off or what?” you ask, giving him a pointed look through the camera. You can see his cheeks roast a downy pink color as he averts his eyes, but leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. 

“It’s that damn song, isn’t it? You really like listening to freaky shit don’t you [y/n]?”

You open your mouth to say something, but then it closes when you realize that he has a point. Sure, you’d picked the song out of pure coincidence that day, but you can’t deny you do like sexy songs. They make you think of Sanemi, especially the more explicit ones. It wasn’t like you two listened to songs when you had sex, but you do find yourself a little aroused when you listen to the “freaky shit” he’s talking about. So what if you thought about getting off with him over camera a few times after that shared experience? It’s not your fault—your sex drive wasn’t nearly as high before you got with him, and it’s like Sanemi has managed to unlock something in you that you hadn’t known was there, and of course he was proud as hell of being able to do it. Something about corrupting you really got him fired up, and both of you are acutely aware of it. 

“Well,” you mumble, suddenly shy. He leans back towards the camera, scooting up in his chair to see you better. Eyelids drooping as he looks you over, admiring how you’d been so bold to blurt out that the two of you should have video sex, yet now you were all shy. It’s cute. 

“If you want, I can just come over and fuck you—”

“No! I mean,” you chew at your lip and sigh. “I just don’t know. . . how this works. . .” you admit, toying with the hem of your oversized shirt, avoiding eye contact. Sure, the whole concept of getting off together was nice, but when you really thought about it, you weren’t even sure how to initiate it. Sex in person was easy; there’s kissing, touching—all that. Yet this? You can’t for the life of you figure out how this works. Sanemi is quiet for a moment, and you steal a glance at him to see what he’s so quiet for. 

“Well how about this,” he says, a few moments later. You raise a brow, curious. “How about you start by playing with your tits, yeah? Let me see how you touch ‘em when I’m not there with you.” He doesn’t even hesitate, the words coming out of his mouth with ease. As if he’s done this before. You try not to think about that and instead you’re more hyper focused on his words, staring down at your hands. 

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

“Yeah. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

You shyly nod. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra—you’re at home! Hell, you rarely wear bras to begin with; especially with him. 

“Okay. Shirt off then.”

You take a moment to regulate your breathing, then your shaky hands reach down, grasping at the hem of your shirt and you start to pull it over your head. In the back of your mind, you can hear the lyrics of the infamous song playing in the back of your mind. 

I wanna touch on you, 

You see me in my room.

Wish you were here right now, 

All of the things I’d do

As you toss your shirt aside, you shake your hair out, running your fingers through it and arching your back subconsciously as you go. From the other side, you hear Sanemi take a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he praises, which of course makes your cheeks redden a little more, but you’re encouraged by this. Literally, all you’ve done was take your shirt off, and he’s already enjoying it. 

“You said you wanted me to touch myself right? Play with my tits?” you question, playing coy. It feels so weird, allowing your fingers to brush over your lower stomach, tickling along your ribcage as your eyes watch your boyfriend’s reactions, seeing how the dark violet of his irises darken even more as he stares at you. Enraptured by the little show you’re giving him, even though it’s shy. It’s still undeniably sexy to him, and you can tell he’s enjoying it. Your fingers move a little shakily, from nerves, but you’re emboldened by his intense stare. Emboldened enough to gently grasp at your breasts, squeezing them and letting out a soft groan as you do so. Brushing your thumb over your nipples to tweak them to harden, lips parting as you squeeze your legs together. Having his eyes so intently on you like this is. . . .embarrassing, but oddly arousing. He’s quiet, taking everything in, and you can see how he swallows thickly at the sight. You giggle at this, which causes his eyes to dart up to yours. 

“Enjoying the show, Sane?”

“What the fuck do you expect,” he grits, strained. You hum to yourself lightly as you continue to toy with your breasts. 

“You should touch yourself too,” your voice is soft, but you figure it would be nice to watch him as well. “I don’t want to be the only one doing anything, I don’t think that’s how it works,” you add with a giggle, pitching into a soft moan as you pinch at your right nipple, pleasure shooting down your spine. They’re hard now, almost painfully so, and you have to cross your legs a little more. 

Sanemi moves, cursing under his breath and grabs his phone and laptop, transporting you to somewhere else. You squeak, immediately grabbing your computer and standing, holding it so it only has your face in the frame. “Sanemi! Don’t just wave me around, what if Genya sees?” you yelp, embarrassed. He gives you a hard look. “I’d just have to claw his eyes out myself. No way in hell I’m letting him see you like that, {y/n],” he grumbles, passing through the living room—had he really not been in his room this whole time?—and continues. 

“O-oh aniki! He-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now Genya I’m fucking busy,” he shuts the dark haired boy down quickly, and you can feel the way Genya wilts in confusion, and you almost laugh. It seems maybe you should move too, and so you decide to move over to your bed, sitting down with your laptop as Sanemi moves about to his bedroom, eager waiting for his return. The little moment of him moving to get more comfortable and private warms your heart—he’s always so protective of people seeing you in such a state honestly it’s kind of cute—and it helps you relax. This wasn’t a big deal. It’s just you and Sanemi; he’ll enjoy whatever you give him when it comes to your body. So you lean back on your pillow, laptop on your chest as you rub your smooth legs together, humming to yourself as he continues. Finally getting to his room, you hear him shut and lock the door, then finally he looks at you again as he moves to sit in a chair he keeps in his room, though sets his laptop on his desk, sitting away from it so you can see him better. 

“It’s about time. Were you really gonna let me fuck myself while you sat in the open for people to see?” You taunt, enjoying how he looks at you as if he’d strangle you. Riling him up was so easy. 

“Ha ha, you talk a lot of shit about getting seen [y/n]. What, don’t tell me you want someone to see you?” he questions, and your cheeks warm. Honestly, you’ve never really thought about exhibitionism or even voyeurism, yet you can’t help but feel the pit of your stomach twitch at the thought of someone catching you two. The thrill of doing something so lewd is exciting, you realize, and maybe he’s a bit right. 

“So? What if I say yeah?” you question, shifting so that you’re sitting up now, moving to where your legs are spread apart as you nestle your laptop between them. On the bed, where he can see you like this. He sucks in a breath, shifting in his chair as he eyes you. His reaction says it all, causing you to smirk. “What? You want someone to see me?” you question, playfully though. You trail your hands down over your thighs, eyes on him as he watches your movements, then you smile at  him. 

“I didn’t think you’d entertain the idea of someone seeing me like this,” you taunt. He can’t help but glare at you. Of course not, but the idea of showing that you’re his is a different story. Why share what was his and his only? He was serious about you—you were his and his only. 

“Panties off,” is all he says, voice full of lead and gravel as he struggles. When you glance at him, you can see the bulge tenting in his jeans and it takes everything in you not to grin. 

“Impatient much,” you tsk, though you do as asked. Shifting to grasp at the waistband, you slither the fabric down your creamy legs, tossing them over off the side of your bed. Humming, you part your legs a little more, letting him get a clear view of how wet you’d gotten from just playing with your breasts with his eyes on you. Your hands slip down, closer to your inner thighs to ghost over your heat. From the other side, you can hear a soft fuck, as well as the sound of clothes, rustling.

“Damn, I’m so tempted to just come over and fuck you stupid,” and you’re so tempted to let him, but you frown, glancing at him. 

“No. Well, not yet at least,” you’re set on this! You’d worked up to this point and here he was, cock out and stroking it as he watches you with a hazy, hard stare. You shiver a little, though lean your head back against the pillows. Propped up so he can see everything. “Wanna finish first,” you mumble, struggling to hold out for your own self, tempted to just dive your fingers in. But instead, you allow your middle and ring finger to ghost over the dampness of your folds, mewling softly at the motion. You’re sensitive from arousal, and he has a front-row seat to witness all of it. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, the grip he has on his cock tightening. As he strokes up, his thumb collects the precum beading at the head, slathering it over his shaft a bit sloppily, but his eyes remain trained on your glistening core through the screen. “Look at that slutty pussy. All wet for what? You’re enjoying getting off for me that much?” he taunts, and you whine in the back of your throat from it. Goddamn his dirty mouth. But it’s true; you are enjoying it. There was nothing like being the cause of your boyfriend’s pleasure, and it excites you to be able to do so. “S-Sanemi,” you breathe shakily, fingers getting a little bolder and slipping between your slickness, brushing over your clit jerkily. You twitch, wheezing. Since when were so you damn sensitive?

🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸

“Look at you,” he croons. His voice sounds sweet, but there’s a jagged ruggedness to it. You can hear the faint sound of him jerking off, and when you crane your head a little you can see how his hand grips his swollen cock, tugging at it quickly but at a pace that—hopefully—going to keep himself from cumming too quickly. And honestly, even if he did he’s sure he’d get hard again at the sight of you right now. Legs spread, trying not to overindulge yourself with pleasure despite wanting to. “Your slutty pussy. You want my cock that bad?” he questions, and you moan in response, legs squirming as you try to rub at your nub a little faster. “Goddamn, when we finish I’m coming over to fuck you like you want. Just like you like it,” he huffs. All you can do is nod, closing your eyes and leaning your head back as you speed up. Your fingers move swiftly, the same fingers on your clit moving to slip inside your wet cunt with a squelching noise that’s loud enough for him to hear. Your noises increase in volume, thumb brushing against your clit and pressing against it, then rubs over it again. Trying to match the way you withdraw your fingers and shove them back in. Trying to do it like Sanemi does it, but your fingers are too thin and small to fit all the way. Frustrated, your eyes water as you huff. 

“S-sane, I can’t reach,” you pant, whining as you try again and again and fail, but on the bright side you’re giving him quite the show, watching your slick dribble out of you soaked pussy to the point where he feels like he’s about to jump through the screen. You’re too damn sexy like this! Maybe agreeing to this wasn’t a good idea; he doesn’t think he could handle it if you two had to actually do this because one of you wasn't able to see the other. Not that he’s overly attached or anything, but he doesn’t think he could handle this on a regular basis. Hell, he’s barely handling it now. His self control is wavering by the minute, the only thing helping it being his amusement at the fact that your small fingers can’t pleasure you like he can. Like he will, when the two of you finish. 

“Needy slut,” his words burn a fire in your loins and you twitch, thumb moving quicker. You withdraw your fingers fully to focus instead on furiously rubbing your clit, figuring he’d come over and finger you properly. You can’t even do it on your own now that you have him. It’s like he knows how to hit those spots perfectly, and it’s entirely unfair that he can do that. “Can’t even fuck yourself without me? Fucking pathetic,” he continues, watching how you abuse your own pearl which excites him further. He’s so close.

And so are you, based on the way your back starts arching. You can feel your bedsheets soaking under your ass from the way you leak, and the wet, sloshing noises continue yet you can’t even feel embarrassed. Right now you’re drowning in pleasure, and Sanemi keeps going, verbally berating you and turning you on in such a way you almost cry out. It’s like he’s there; growling these same words into your ear, into your skin. Burning his possession into you as well as the intensity of his gaze that you can feel as the cord tightens within you, on the verge of snapping as your climax approaches. 

He cums first, thick ropes of white painting his hand, dripping onto the floor between where he sits. Ragged breaths escaping his parted lips. He looks away for a moment in his own haze, but then remembers you and jerks his eyes back up to you to watch as you come undone mere moments later, back arching beautifully as you cry out his name, calling for him even as your body trembles with the waves of your orgasm. It’s quite the sight, and he can’t lie—he’s feeling himself harden yet again. 

When you come down from your high, you lay on your bed, giggling. Glancing down at the computer screen tiredly, catching Sanemi getting up jerkily to clean his hand, but in the process is zipping his jeans back up and looking around for his shoes. You blink slowly. Where was he going?

“Baby, where are you going?”

“Don’t play dumb [y/n], I’m coming to finish what you started,” he shoots a look at you through the screen and you laugh, laying starfished in bed for a bit longer before reaching down for your laptop, grabbing it and holding it to where you can see him better as he grabs his phone. 

“Okay, well hurry up then,” you grin, rolling onto your stomach. He has a key to get in, so you figure you don’t have to get up. 

Besides, you think it’s best for you to get into position and wait on him anyway. 

-x

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[nightshade-minho]

-Caught-

Warnings: arranged marriage au, cheating, unprotected sex, lingerie, possession kink, marking kink, hate sex, nipple play, degradation, light bimbofication, oral (f. receiving), fingering, tying up, panty gag, kinda bratty reader, hyunjin cameo, implied threesome.

Wc: 2.2k

Seungmin knows you hate him. How could he not? The excessive eye rolling, the light scoffs- it was extremely obvious, almost painfully so.

His eyes ran over your glowing face, staring out of the window. Your eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual today, and he found himself putting down his fork momentarily to follow your gaze. The clatter of steel forced you back into the present though, and the light in your eyes was gone almost immediately as you looked back at him.

Silence.

You scoffed for the millionth time today, resuming your meal as Seungmin chanced a glance out of the window, wanting to see what had captivated your attention so intensely.

A tall man, standing on the deck with a tray in hand as he served the sunbathers lounging on their chairs. His hair was long and blond- his lips possibly the plumpest Seungmin's ever seen on a guy.

There it was again, that familiar rush of jealousy. How could you? Why were you so focused on a mere waiter when you had him? Someone who was willing to take care of you, give you everything you could ever want?

You stabbed a piece of meat, trying your best to avoid Seungmin's eyes as your heart thuds. He'd noticed. The question's going to come any second now...

"Do you know him?"

You snorted. "So what if I do?"

"You do realize you're my wife, right?"

"Oh, let it go. This marriage wasn't our choice, and you know that. I can do what I want."

"That doesn't change the fact that-"

Oh, fuck it. This was the final straw. Why did he have to keep doing this? Couldn't he just keep his mouth shut for a second, and let you live your life? It was bad enough that you had to spend it with him.

You stood up, gritting your teeth. "I'm going to my room."

"Our room-" He called out as you stormed out of the ship's restaurant, sighing. He looked back at the half eaten steak on his plate, ignoring the weird stares and curious whispers of the tables around him.

He could feel his anger boil up. It wasn't his fault, was it? So why the fuck were you acting like it was?

Seungmin still remembers your childhood together. Your families had known each other since the two of you were 5, up until he moved away in middle school.

The Y/n he's married to is nothing like the Y/n he'd known and loved. But...you were still under there somewhere. He just had to try his best to bring that out.

Three knocks.

Seungmin waited, the stretched silence making him raise his fist again. Before he could, he heard rustling sounds inside. He straightened as you opened the door, smiling widely.

"Oh you're finally here, Hy-"

Seungmin's glare wiped the smile right off your face.

"S-Seung-"

"Shut it." Seungmin couldn't believe his eyes. There you were, clad in dark lingerie, your hair tousled beautifully. You looked breathtaking. The cruel reality that this wasn't for him seeped in soon enough, though.

He felt his anger grow, unable to take it any longer. Enough was enough.

Pushing past you, he made his way into your room, scrutinizing eyes running over the bottle of wine and condoms laid out on the bed, along with the rose petals.

"You've gotten bold, huh? Planning to fuck another man in our hotel room? How stupid can you be?"

"I thought- I thought you'd be at the bar-"

"You thought? I don't think you even know how to do that, darling. Empty little brain. All it wants is cock, yeah?"

"N-no..." You swallowed, backing up against the bed as you wondered why you weren't feeling any frustration at your plans being ruined. No...his anger was turning you on, somehow.

Seungmin shook his head, walking closer to you. He leaned in, making sure his eyes were level to yours.

"I'm your husband, Y/n. We haven't kissed yet though, let alone fucked. Why is that?"

"B-because you're vile. And I hate you." You snapped, not wanting him to know the truth. To be honest, you were afraid having sex with Seungmin would make it impossible to deny how much you wanted him...yes, you still hadn't forgiven him for leaving you, but that didn't mean his presence didn't make you feel fuzzy to this day.

"I know you hate me, love. That doesn't explain why you're pressing your thighs together right now." He smirked.

You opened your mouth to protest, nothing coming out. Ugh, he'd caught you. Yet again.

"I hate you." You blubbered out, unable to think properly as Seungmin moved forward, body pressing against yours as the backs of your knees hit the bed.

"Getting a little repetitive there, baby."

You stayed quiet, letting him push you onto the bed, your back colliding with the mattress as he hovered over you.

"You really made an effort, hm?" He mumbled to himself, his fingers tracing over your sides as you squirmed.

"Yeah, not for you though." You said abruptly, accidentally letting out a groan as he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin, the delicious sting spreading throughout your body like vines.

"Of course. For the blond, right?"

"Yeah." You said, smirking as he traced his fingers lower, over the lace of your panties and dangerously close to your clit.

"How long have you been fucking the bastard?"

"Since we got on this ship? Thrice." You shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying the anger flaring up in Seungmin's eyes.

He shook his head, index finger circling your clit teasingly, not giving you the stimulation you craved. A few more seconds of this torture, and you started growing even more impatient, bucking your hips lightly and letting out a frustrated groan.

"Ugh if you're going to fuck me, do it already! Hyunjin would be well on his way to making me cum by now."

Seungmin grinned, leaning in extremely close to your ear. "I'm not Hyunjin, sweetheart." The whisper was filled with malice, and dread rose up in your stomach as you tilted your head to the side. His voice sent tingles of pleasure down you, the raspy quality of it soaking your panties.

“I’ll let you cum when I want to.” He murmured, moving down to press a kiss to your clit. You whimpered, a hand coming down to grip his hair as he placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart. 

Seungmin slid your panties to the side, humming at the sight of your drenched folds. “Fuck, you want this so bad, don’t you?” He ran his finger up and down your slit, collecting your arousal and holding it up for you to see.

“Tell me, who’d you get this wet for?”

You were planning to lie. Yet, as Seungmin leaned back to pull his shirt off, all you could think of was how he’d feel inside you. 

“You.” You grumbled, the truth tumbling out, much to Seungmin’s delight. 

“That was quick.” He smirked, breath ghosting your pussy and making you needier. “I thought it would take a little more work to get you to admit it.”

He left a kiss on your folds, the contact making you squirm. “Fine, since you’re so good, I’ll give you what you want.” A second later, his tongue was nuzzling your slit, poking it in, causing you to arch your back in white-hot pleasure.

Seungmin moaned against you, reaching up to tweak your nipple, ripping a whine out of you. Ah, he was so, so good at this. But you couldn’t let him know that, now could you? For the sake of your pride, at least.

“Is that all you’ve got? Tsk, it’ll be midnight before I get to cum, I guess.”

A wry chuckle against your pussy lips, as he pressed his fingers to your entrance, sliding his digits into your tight heat. “Shh, I won’t hesitate to gag you with your panties, love.”

You grumbled, the sound transitioning into a choked moan as Seungmin started thrusting his fingers into you, lips wrapped around your clit. 

“You like that?” He asked, nibbling your clit lightly. You groaned loudly, tugging at his hair as harshly as you could to try and get a rise out of him.

Seungmin pulled away, glaring up at you. “You’ve got some nerve.” He pulled out his fingers, the wet squelch igniting something within him as he sat up, sliding off the bed to go over to his wardrobe. You whined at the loss of contact, watching him as he found a tie, coming back to you.

“I’d love to be able to tie you up completely, but I don’t have the patience right now.” He growled lowly, grabbing your hands and holding your wrists together before tying them. He made sure the knot was tight.

Another whine, this one longer and needier, purposefully designed to infuriate him. He rolled his eyes, sliding your panties off your legs quickly and bringing them to your mouth.

“Fucktoys don’t deserve to be able to use their voice.” He whispered, frowning when you shook your head firmly, sticking your tongue out at him.

“What are you, five?” He asked, scoffing as he pinched your nose out of nowhere, causing you to open your mouth to be able to breathe. As soon as he did, he stuffed the material into your mouth, making you let out a defeated groan.

You whimpered around your gag as Seungmin kicked his pants off along with his underwear, discarding them onto the floor. 

The sight of his cock, long and pink with a gentle curve, was mouth-watering. You tried not to let your eagerness show as he spread your legs again, fitting himself between them.

He slid the tip of his cock up and down your folds, smirking down at you as he slowly plunged his cock into you, the stretch inducing a low, muffled moan to bubble out of you.

Soon, he was thrusting into you, beginning to set a consistent pace. He groaned, the sight of your pleasure-stricken face provoking him to go faster. You mewled softly, clenching around him as he rammed into you, his heavy cock hammering your sweet spot right away. 

"Yeah? How does my cock feel, baby? Better than...fuck, better than his?" He asked, his hips driving into yours repeatedly.

You couldn’t help but nod, wishing you could throw your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Seungmin’s lips parted in a moan, and you found yourself wishing you could feel them pressed against yours. Ugh, you were a mess of emotions. For now, you were ripped back to reality as Seungmin slipped the straps of your bra off your shoulders, pulling your breasts out of the cups. His fingers ran over your nipples, making them harden in front of his eyes as he continued to pound into you.

You were close. So, so close. You clenched around him, trying to let him know that you were about to cum. Seungmin arched his neck, one hand coming down to grip at your waist, moving you to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

You nodded, eyes closed tightly as Seungmin leaned down to suck on your neck. “Fuck. You’re mine, you know that?” He snarled, biting at the smooth skin as he left another mark, lower than the first one. “Gonna mark you up so well. Make sure everyone knows you belong to me, and only me.”

His words drove you closer to the edge, the pleasure building as Seungmin licked at the shell of your ear, his voice low. “My slut, to use as I please.”

That was the final push you needed, as you came hopelessly, unable to scream like you wanted to. Your legs shook as Seungmin continued slamming his cock into your pussy, mumbling about how tight and perfect you felt.

Suddenly, a heavy knock sounded throughout the room, causing you to snap out of your post-orgasm daze.

Seungmin's hips stilled as the knocking on the door resumed after a few seconds of silence. You looked up, exhausted senses trying to register the sound.

"Y/n?? It's me, open up!" 

The sound of Hyunjin’s voice brought you back to the present, your eyes widening. Seungmin turned back to you, a breathless chuckle falling off his tongue as he sat up, still inside you. "Oh baby, looks like your little booty call's finally arrived."

Exhausted, you couldn't find it in yourself to reply, your head falling back onto the fluffy pillow. At this point, you didn’t really care if he was mad at you. Your pussy was still throbbing, wrapped tightly around his cock. Besides, you loved his anger.

"Y/n, we haven't got much time, my break ends soon."

Seungmin sighed, pulling out of you slowly and standing up to go over to the door. Confused, you sat up. Before you could fully process what he was about to do, he'd already opened the door.

Wait-

"Oh, hey. Hyunjin, is it? I'm Y/n's husband. You wanna join me and play with her a bit? Don't worry, I don’t mind sharing my toys once in a while."

HAPPY SEUNGDAY!