#was waiting on my package to come with new toys to finally give them both levels back

[ratwebsite]

all set up in both levels finally!

#this took me two hours lol #was waiting on my package to come with new toys to finally give them both levels back #rat #ratblr #cage setup #new banana hammock is my pride and joy #how long until they chew holes thru it ......

[barleyo]

Love Machine.

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!

Part Two: Here

Wordcount: 2.4K

Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play

“Welcome in, can I help you find anything?”

(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done. 

Normally, she would’ve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night. 

Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus. 

“Mini-vibe, bullet vibe,” she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. “What’s even the difference–?”

She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide. 

“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, looking over the box. 

“Yeah, that should be it.”

“You know,” he said, giving her a wide grin, “I can’t say I can suggest this one.” He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. “We’ve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.”

“Oh, shit, really?” (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. “Okay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?”

The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. “Come with me to the back, we’ve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didn’t immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room. 

“So, over here,” he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, “is all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....” 

The man continued to go over the ‘hidden’ options in the store, but (Y/N)’s eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box. 

“Hey, what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing at the box. 

“Oh, that? That’s new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, he’s a little advanced.”

“He?”

The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. “It’s—it’s a long story, but, here, have a look.”

He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.

“What the fuck is that?!”

A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.

“His name is Leon, he’s a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, he’s not faulty or anything.”

(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. “Is he awake? Or on, I guess?”

“Nah, he has to be set up, there’s a manual in the box, I think,” the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leon’s box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.

“How much for him?”

She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasn’t even up for sale.

“You want him?” He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.

“I– I don’t know, can I have him? How much?”

He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. “He’s not for sale, per se, but– so, listen, okay?”

“Yeah?”

“You can have him for free, okay? But if you aren’t satisfied with him, you can’t bring him back here, you’re stuck with ‘em.” He held his hand out expectantly. “Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.

The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didn’t respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.

“Leon?” The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. “Wake up.”

She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt. 

“Come on, big boy.” she muttered, pulling Leon’s large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. “Where’s your–? Oh, got it.” (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. “I am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!” 

(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his ‘on-switch.’ She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.

His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leon’s all-too-real features as he powered on. 

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. “Looks like you could use some company.”

“Uh, hello.” Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life. 

“Hm, why don’t you come closer to me? I don’t bite,” Leon paused before cheekily adding “unless you want me to.” He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.

“What are you doing?” She tried to pull away but he held her in place.

“You have all your clothes, but I’m exposed over here. That’s not so fair, is it?” He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.

Her eyes widened a bit. “When did you even get hard–?”

“I’m always hard around pretty girls like you.” He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. “Look at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?” 

A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit. 

“Bet you’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?” His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongue’s warmth.

She gave a weak nod in return.

“Mm, maybe I should take care of that,” he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. “Gonna let me take these off you?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.

“G’head,” (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently. 

He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.

“F–Fuck, that feels good,” she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair. 

Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises weren’t piercing hers. 

His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks. 

“Almost there, I’m close,” (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. “Don’t stop,” she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.

A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing. 

“That’s it, good job,” Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. “Spit.”

Her mind already felt melted, like it could’ve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.

“Ah–! S’too much, Leon.”

“No, no, you can take it. I’ll be gentle, I know you want another one,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “Greedy girl needs something to fill her up.” Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. “Y’haven’t even recovered from the first one, but I’m gonna give you another one,” he said, curling his fingers, “gonna be twice as strong.”

“Fuck, it’s too much,” (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldn’t muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot. 

“Don’t fight it,” he warned, “not when you’re so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, you’re gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.” 

Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leon’s shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.

Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leon’s fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle. 

She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit. 

“More?” she asked, voice breaking and weak. “Can’t take it ‘nymore.”

“C’mon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back. 

“Jus’ one? No more after that?”

“Mhm, just one.” Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervix’s tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. “Even after all that, still tight f’me.” He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. “Need somethin’ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing y’got me now.”

His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock. 

“Leon—”

“Hush, now, you’re okay. Mm,” he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, “look at how you take it. It’s like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe you’d be better off as a toy.” 

She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.

“Yeah? You like that?” Leon’s eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. “You like being a little toy. Being– oh, fuck, you’re enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...”

(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. “God, Leon, please!”

Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her. 

Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.

“Good job, baby,” he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. “You did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?” He joked, letting his hand grip her hip. 

“Goodnight, Leon,” she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to ‘off.'

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smutfic #smut #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #leon kennedy x y/n #x reader #smut fanfiction #resident evil x reader #leon scott kennedy #alternate universe

[redheadsinmybed]

Slipping

Little reader, caregiver/little story

Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary: Reader hasn’t dropped in a while. What happens when reader finally drops???

Notes: Sorry this took so long, hehe my bad. Hope you enjoy! :)

You hadn’t dropped in a while. Like a few months, you just couldn't seem to get in the mindset no matter how hard you tried. Wanda and Natasha have been worried about you since the second week. Natasha and Wanda had tried everything they could to get you to drop, from calling you ‘baby girl’ to trying to get you to play with Steve,Tony, and Clint when they were little. They even brought you to every kids section in every store they could find. But you just weren’t feeling it.

Currently you were in your room feeling down, wanting so badly to be in your little state, but not being able to.

“Hey baby,” Natasha comes in and sits down on the bed next to you.

“Wanda is in the kitchen baby, you want to go meet her?”

“Yeah, I guess,” You say with no enthusiasm. Natasha gets up and holds her hand out for you. You grab it and make your way to the kitchen where Wanda is waiting for you.

“Hi baby!” Wanda says happily. You smile at her before your attention is drawn to something else. You spot a baby bottle sitting on the counter.

Suddenly your mind goes fuzzy.

“Ma-ma” You say sucking on your thumb.

“Hi baby girl,” Wanda says smiling at Natasha. You make grabby hands at Natasha, and when she doesn’t immediately pick you up you start to cry.

“Baby don’t cry, it’s okay i’ve got you.” Natasha says as she picks you up. Natasha cups your face, using the pad of her thumb she wipes your tears away. You lay your head on her chest as you continue to suck on your thumb. Wanda looks at Natasha puzzled, you usually didn’t suck on your thumb unless you were really sleepy or weren’t feeling okay.

“Baby girl, are you feeling okay,” Wanda asks as she brushes the hair out of your eyes.

“Pe-pe,” You say back shyly. Seconds later Natasha feels wetness on her arm where she is holding you.

“Baby girl?” Natasha says, your cheeks get a rosy red. You hide your head in her chest and whine.

“Okay baby, let’s go get you cleaned up,” Natasha says you don’t lift your head out of your hiding spot. Natasha gives Wanda a worried look. You’ve only ever done that when you were really scared. Wanda calls Pepper, her having been a caregiver way longer than her.

“Hey Pepper it’s Wanda, I need help with something.” Wanda says over the phone while Natasha washes you off.

“Yeah so Y/N finally dropped,” Wanda waits as Pepper speaks to her on the other end.

“Yeah it’s really great, except something is different, she’s not acting like she usually does. She had an accident and has been sucking her thumb, the only words she has said have been ‘Mama’ and ‘pepe’.”

“Oh, really?”

“Okay perfect, thank you so much,” Wanda says hanging up seconds later.

“Okay so Pepper said that Y/N might be in a littler head space than she usually is in because she hasn’t dropped in so long. She said by the way she hasn’t talked much that she’s about 8 months old, or around there.” You just sit there sucking your thumb. You make grabby hands at Natasha wanting her to hold you again.

“So she’s just a baby now?” Natasha asks as she picks you up.

“Yeah, I guess she didn’t say how long it would last, but she guessed it would take a while at least for her to change back into her normal little state.”

“Do you think we should get some supplies? We aren’t really prepared for a baby-baby,” Natasha says.

“Yeah you want to go to the store?” Wanda says.

“Yeah, should we leave her here?” Wanda suggests. looking at you.

“Baby do you want to go with Mama and I or stay here?”

“Ma-ma” You say happily.

“I guess she’s going,” Natasha says. You three make your way down to the car while Wanda makes a list of stuff you’ll need.

“Okay so I have dippers, a pacifier, and baby food. Anything else I'm missing?” Wanda asks.

“No I think that’s good,” Natasha says.

“Baby girl you’re gonna have to have Mama hold you,” Natasha says

“Ma-ma,” Is all you say in response. Natasha hands you over to Wanda and you two get in the back seat. Wanda knows it isn’t safe but she doesn’t want to upset you, so you sit on top of her facing her.

“We’re here baby,” Wanda says.

“Ma-me” You say back wanting to be back in her arms. Natasha picks you up and off from Wanda and into her. Walking up to the store Wanda grabs a cart.

“Okay baby girl, Mommy is going to set you in her okay?” Natasha asks. You look up at her with big eyes when she sets you in the cart. You sit there just staring at her before you deem that it’s okay. You get to look at Mommy and Mama while they shop and roll you around, and you're just fine with that.

Wanda and Natasha wander down some isles looking for the various items they need. They get the diapers and the baby food. You absolutely hate green beans with a passion so they avoided getting that for you.

When you arrived in the baby toys and activities section they stopped so you were right in front of the pacifiers. You take a second to take it all in. There was every color you could ever think of, and some of them had animals on them.

Wanda and Natasha pick out some that they think you might like.

“Hey baby girl look, this one has a koala on it,” Wanda says holding up the koala pacifier so you can see. You pout and look around.

“Bun-bun?” You ask.

“Baby girl Bunny is at home,” Wanda says to you. You stop looking around and your eyes start to fill with tears.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay baby girl. I got her right here.” Natasha says as she takes out your stuffed koala from her bag.

“Bun-bun!” You say happily. Hugging her tightly to your chest.

“I brought it just in case.”

“Aren’t you mother of the day?” Wanda says with a smile.

“Well I just thought she might want it.”

“Well you thought right.” You spot a lime green pacifier as they talk to each other. You make grabby hands at it and whine when you can’t reach it. Natasha and Wanda finally look over. Wanda seeing you trying to grab a green pacifier.

“You like this one baby?” She says as she hands it to you. Your eyes widen instantly.

“I think we found a winner,” Natasha chuckles.

“Are you ready to go home baby?” Wanda asks. Still infatuated with your new pacifier you nod your head.

When you get to the check out lane Wanda has to take the pacifier from you so the check out lady can scan it. Wanda tries to take the pacifier until you yelp at her.

“Baby girl, Mama needs that for a minute, then i'll give it right back okay?” Wanda says as she takes the pacifier out of your hands. Your bottom lip wobbles and you start to cry. You cry and cry, and then finally the screams come. High pitched screams that could make people's ears bleed.

“Wanda. Give. It. Back.” Natasha says with worry and fear.

“Hey baby, here look.” Wanda tries to calm you down and give you your pacifier back, but it doesn't work and you scream louder. Natasha wheels you out of the store and Wanda follows behind.

Natasha thinks back to something she read.

When a baby is having a fit, they most likely just want someone to comfort them.

Natasha picks up your screaming flailing body and holds you tight to her in a Thor hug.

“Shhhh baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s right here.” You fight against her for a while until you can’t anymore. You finally relax against her breathing heavily with tears still streaming down your face.

“That’s it baby, Mama and Mommy are right here,” Natasha coos at you. Finally you’re just a big mess of sniffles. Wanda puts all the things into the car and brings the pacifier and Bunny into the back seat with her. Natasha put you in the back with Wanda and you snuggled up into her holding Bunny.

“Here baby, you want this?” Wanda says opening the package and getting the green pacifier out. You nod sleepily and she puts the pacifier up to your lips. You take it into your mouth taking a timid suck. You decide that it’s good and continue sucking on it. Snuggled into Mama with Bunny you feel warm and safe. Closing your eyes you fall asleep.

When you wake up you're still in your little baby state and you're hungry. Wanda is holding you, but she’s asleep.

“Ma-ma?”

“Ma-ma, ma-ma” Finally she starts to wake up.

“Well hi baby girl,” She says with a sleepy smile. She hears your stomach growl back at her.

“You hungry baby?” Again your stomach answers her.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” She says with a chuckle. She gets out of bed and picks you up. Wanda carries you downstairs where the bottle from earlier is still sitting on the counter. You point to it and look back up at Wanda. Wanda picks up the bottle and sits down on the couch with you. She was just going to give you the bottle when she remembered that you were a 8 month year old instead of your usually 3 year old.

Wanda holds the bottle up to your mouth and you wrap your hand around it. Taking into your mouth you suck on it eagerly. You look up at Mama to see her smiling down at you. She brushes the hair out of your face. You smile back up to her through the nipple of the bottle. You empty the bottle in less than 5 minutes. You see Tasha come in and she sits next to you. Wanda gets up and refills the bottle for you. When she comes back she sees that Natasha has taken her place.

“Here you go,” She says, handing the bottle to Nat. Mommy feeds you and after your done you sit up.

“I love you,” you say, surprising both of them.

“Baby girl?” Natasha asks.

“Hi Mommy.”

#little reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha x you #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha #loving a little #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #female reader #caregiver #little space

[parkers-gal]

Hi. I was wondering if u could do a Tom x reader story where y/n will randomly show up on set of avengers with a bouquet of flowers and give them to Tom and the rest of the crew members are going on about how cute that is. I don’t know if u are still taking requests but if u are I would love to see this. Or where the reader will just randomly show up with cute little gifts for Tom and everyone thinks it’s super cute ?

hiii hope u like this :):

wc: 1.4k <3

something sweet

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The fresh scent of flowers wafts through your nose and brings a soft smile to your face. You’re outside the building that houses Tom, a small card and a bouquet of flowers in your hands. You’re merely dropping off a small message to Tom whilst he’s on set, just to let him know that you’re thinking of him.

You’ve been going out for about a month and a half, nothing exclusive and nothing labeled, but he’s the only person you’re going on dates with, and you’re the only person he’s going on dates with. It’s pretty exclusive, to be real.

And, it’s the second time this week you’re dropping a gift off at set for him. On Monday it was his favorite chocolate bar and a cute Spider-man pen, and today it’s a card and flowers. You’ve been dropping things off for about three weeks now. Even the security guards recognize you now.

Strolling up to the entrance of the building labeled “SET THREE,” you smile at the security man you’re approaching.

“Hi, Oliver.”

“Hey, Y/N. Here to see Tom?”

“Yep,” you smile and rock back and forth on your toes.

Oliver nods, says something into his walkie-talkie, and hands you a temporary pass to grant you clearance. “Tell the folks I said ‘hello.’”

You smile at the discreet mention of Tom and nod shyly. The electronic lock lights up green and the door unlocks. You swing it open, dress flowing while you walk through the familiar corridors. You pass Rachel on your way, and you give her a quick hug before continuing your journey.

By some chance of luck, you happen to reach set just as the director calls for a five minute break. Tom is pleasantly surprised to find you by his personal table set up in a corner of the room.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, hi,” you smile.

“Hey, darling. What’re you doing?” his hand goes to the small of your back, and he finally gets a glance at what you’re setting up on the table. A smile creeps up onto his face as he sees the fresh flowers resting on the table, and your handmade card standing upright. “Awh,” he looks at you with doe eyes. “Another gift?”

You shrug bashfully, and Tom pulls you closer so he can kiss your temple.

“You’re so sweet.”

You scrunch your nose up. “Maybe.” He giggles and you do too. “Just wanted to say hello before my lunch break ends.” Tom nods.

“‘M glad I got to see you.”

You mirror his smile. Unbeknownst to both of you, the lighting crew is discussing how cute the two of you are, and how ridiculously sweet you are. They’ve kept mental records of the gifts you’ve given Tom. Even if it’s just his favorite tea order and some banana bread, they all find it romantic. Even the directors find it adorable. It seems as if the entire crew thinks your relationship with Tom is the epitome of romance.

“Okay, well I should be heading out.”

“Okay,” Tom smiles. “Drive safe, okay?”

You hum and nod, and Tom gives your temple one last kiss before he’s waving you out.

And then, you repeat the same thing two days later, on Friday. You’d gotten off work early, thanks to your boss, so you decide to be extra special today and pick up a fresh batch of cookies from your favorite bakery downtown, perhaps maybe the entire crew could use a little snack. You manage to get Tom a coffee order and a small fidgeting toy to distract himself.

You find Oliver outside the entrance as always, and he’s delighted to see you again.

“Back again, Y/N?”

“You know it,” you smile before your eyes light up. “Oh! Can I offer you a cookie?” You open the package and hold out the assortment. Oliver’s face lights up and, with a grateful smile, he takes one and a napkin.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles as if you’ve been longtime friends, and the feeling makes you warm in happiness. “Here’s your pass. Tell the crew I’ve said ‘hello.’’ You nod again and you walk through the door that Oliver has so nicely opened for you. Strolling through those same corridors, you don’t pass many people, which is only peculiar on the days that aren’t busy. So, as you reach the end of the hallway where the set door is, you find the red light above the door blinking rapidly, telling you that they’re in the middle of an important scene. You wait only over a minute before the light dies out and you open the door.

Rachel is the first person you see, and she smiles at you tiredly. You’re guessing it’s been a long, slow day. Arriving at the food table, you notice how bare it is, also assuming that the snacks have run low as the day had gone on.

You smile when you see a new vase set up as if someone was expecting new flowers to come in. You pluck one from a vase on the far end of the table, place it in the vase, and set up the freshly baked cookies. You lay out the napkins with a smile, and Rachel comes over to you just as you’re finishing up.

“Hey, Y/N. Tom’s been pretty busy today.”

“Oh! That’s okay,” you grin. “These are for everyone.”

“Aw,” she glances down at the delicious-looking desserts. “Then count me in. May I?”

You step aside so you’re not blocking the platter. “Be my guest.”

As you step aside, your foot hits a chug of unopened lemonade, and you find the dispenser empty. Connecting the dots, you reach for the lemonade, and with minimal assistance from Rachel, you refill the lemonade dispenser.

You’ve been onset for about ten minutes now, and over fifteen people have already plucked their cookies. Still, no sign of Tom.

“No work today?”

“Got off early,” you tell her. She nods.

“How jealous I am.”

You chuckle and rub your arms. “Seems pretty harsh down here.”

“Eh,” she shrugs. “Just slow.”

Just then, the scene ends and Tom is striding towards the food table.

“Thank god the lemonade is ref- Y/N!” He practically runs over. “What’re you doing here?” Both of his hands grab yours.

It’s occurred to you that you’re standing in front of the platter of cookies, so you once again move to the side so Tom can see them. “Just dropping something off.”

“You’re so sweet,” he pouts. “You didn’t have to get that for everyone.”

“Eh,” you laugh, “looks like you all could use something sweet.”

“I can’t tell if you’re talking about the cookies or yourself,” he nuzzles your nose.

“Yo, are those cookies?” Matthew from soundcheck interrupts.

“Yup,” Tom smiles proudly. “Y/N brought them in.”

“That’s dope. Can I have one?” He looks at you, and you nod with a laugh.

“Of course.”

“That’s so nice,” he waves at the two of you. “Off to work again.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love having you on set?” Tom grips your hands a little tighter. You smile at the boy.

“No, you have not.”

“Well, I think everyone agrees with me when I say you’re a great person to have around.”

“Is that so, Holland?” You tease. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sayin’ thank you.”

“I know,” you pull him in so you can hug him.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“Maybe this means you can finally ask her to be your girlfriend,” Rachel cuts in.

Tom’s mouth drops open in unamusement and you laugh at him. Rachel shrugs sheepishly, knowing she isn’t wrong.

“Now, now,” you usher her, “He’s still flowering. Let him go on his own pace.”

The two of you burst out into laughter and Tom scoffs at the fact that you’re ganging up on him.

“Whatever,” he says, pulling you in so he can kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, girlfriend?”

Your grin widens. “Okay… boyfriend.”

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Aizawa x Reader, a gift. — ℊ

You sobbed out as you came again, one orgasm right after the other due to your Master giving your tail a harsh yank right near the base as soon as he felt you reach a crescendo the first time cuming. This was the first time you were having sex with him and you knew you were done for. Sometimes, you were certain your Master had a cat quirk, too. Just a more passive one, at least until today when he had come up behind you, pinned you to the couch and bit the back of your neck until you slumped in submission.

Not that he had had to wait very long for you to submits only fighting back from the surprise of the action. You had learned early on that you weren’t one to take the reigns in the bedroom. You were so far from being a dominant person that you had begun to question yourself. It took two relationships fizzling out at your ���lack of passion”, as one called it, and an accidental crashing of a fellow heroine’s “dungeon party” to figure it out.

But you did get it figured it out, all with your fellow heroines help. She had helpfully guided you as your first dom, taken you on herself that very night and the next few weeks as well, teaching you as much as having you experiment. She had laughed when you had told her about the passion comment in the aftermath of a session — mainly because she had just gotten through with having you on your hands and knees, begging to taste her, then begging to be used and taken before sucking off her strap on and being bent over a desk where she did indeed take. You had pouted in embarrassment at her reaction, so once more she took you over the desk that night, going farther than before with a wicked smirk as she made you yowl, dissolving into begging to cum again between absolutely filthy promises to all she asked, all just to prove that “a lack of passion” was most certainly the not in any way true. Your former partners just hadn’t known how to be what you needed. And that was fine. You just had to find what you needed in someone you clicked with — after you fulfilled your promises to her. You were going to be sore for months, you had thought, but found yourself enjoying every moment of sinfully wonderful pleasure as you soaked up all she diligently taught you.

Which is when she introduced you to Aizawa Shouta, aka the underground hero Eraserhead, a friend of hers from their school days. You both had moved slowly, learning about one another before today had come.

He had asked you to sit down and then silently brought out an elegant tray with a collar, a beautiful amethyst one that matched your eyes, with a matching lead (that was unattached for now, not even out of its delicately showcased packaging) and set of accessories. There were silk blindfolds, cuffs and ties, three stud and three hooped piercings, a beautiful clit clip that was evidentially expensive by appearance alone, several matching clamps, a y-shaped chain to connect them, an anal plug trainer set, a vibrator, a gag and several other items all complimentary in colour and design to the collar and lead. Your eyes roamed over everything carefully, recognizing pieces from your training that made you gulp, mouth going dry as you couldn’t help but image him putting them on you, using them on you. You squirmed in your seat, rubbing your thighs together before a sharp word has you stilling, your attention back on your boyfriend.

Shouta then carefully and completely set up terms and rules to follow, going as far as to set up three different safe words of your choice. He looked at you as if you were a gift waiting to be opened as you went through the discussion with your well being as the topic. When the collar went on, so too did he become Master. What he said was to be followed. You gave a small whine, already feeling yourself slip a bit. You wanted to be his, you needed to be his and this was taking too slow!

He obviously could tell as he let out an irritated sigh and quickly pinned you to the couch on your stomach. Your hands were held tightly behind your back and a knee was settled between your legs, making it so you couldn’t escape back or forward so long as he held you tight. His mouth was right behind your ear as he firmly commanded you to be still. Your heart dove into your stomach and bounced right back out as he repeated himself before making sure you understood by repeating him.

As soon as you replied with your knowledge of what he said and consent he bit the back of your neck. Just which one of you had the cat quirk again?

Your answer came in the form of a nip to your ear that causes both to flatten to your head in reflex. You had zoned out and your Master looked amused.

“Still with me, Kitten?”, he asked, a hand moving through your hair, causing you to purr loudly.

You gave a soft mewl at the affection in his tone and nodded, leaning further into his hand at your hair, noting the other was massaging your breast, giving gentle squeezes and then tugging lightly at your nipples sending a shiver down your spine. If he kept that up….. “Yessir,” you responded, blinking slowly up at him, not quite looking at his eyes.

“Good,”he nodded, letting out an amused huff as your head presses him for more petting. Shouta pressed back, gripping your hair as he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a firm but loving kiss.

As the kiss broke you mewled questioningly, head tilting as much as you could, “Good Kitten?” You hoped you were. He seemed pleased, but you had to ask to be sure. You didn’t want to disappoint your new Master, not now, not ever. You had already started off distracted, but he seemed to let that pass.

Shouta chuckled, a wicked hint to it, and you felt his clever fingers tweak your nipples eliciting a moan before both hands traveled down your body.

“Excellent Kitten,” he replied, one hand slipping to press against and squeeze your ass, bringing your body even closer to him. The other slipped around to between the both of you and honed in on your clit, rubbing it in even measure. “My Kitten.”

“Oh!” You let out a sound of surprise as you began to squirm as he began to play your body, the first round and break done with the second beginning. “All yours! All for Master! Master’s Kitten, Master’s pet, Master’s, Master’s!”

The words played out like a chant as the hand on your rear moved to cup your hip and readjust your body to fit his. You’re core was matched with his cock and took just one smooth thrust before it slipped into your pussy, bottoming out. You gasped in surprise again before moaning loudly. “Master….!”

“Yessss,” he grunted in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward with a sharp snap to bury himself almost far more impossibly deeper. “Fits perfectly, Kitten. Your used little pussy, opening up and swallowing me right up, Pet! My Kitten’s tight little pussy, taking me so perfectly! Knows who it belongs to! Going to make it so it’ll fit me and only me, Kitten. So you’ll only get wet for me, can only be filled up right by me, can only cum for me. Only for your Master, who you only belong to, isn’t that right?”

“Only for Master, only Master’s.” You nodded quickly, beginning to babble as you repeated his words to show you understood. You wore his collar. You were his Kitten, his pet and only his. You followed his words and your body would only be filled up right by him. By your Master. “Master’s pussy, Master’s pussycat! So good for Master! Only Master, only Master’s pussy, only fit, only wet for him, only Masters Please! Please please please! Master! Oh!”

With each deep, slow thrust Shouta gave you, you promised, you begged. And he smirked smugly with a touch of sadistic. He’d keep you begging for a few more minutes. See if he could bring out some more promises, maybe get you to agree to those piercings — he had the tools for it. You would look so good laying on the table, trying to stay still like he would order, only to fail and have to be tied up. He’d then pierce you, listening to your restrained whimpers as he took care to fasten and clean you up, admiring the gorgeous sight of you with them, then reminding you with a sadistic smirk that you couldn’t have your tight, sweet little pussy used up any until it healed. Same with your sweet nipples, just to be safe, of course. You wouldn’t be allowed to touch yourself, either.

You would whine and whimper, wanting to be filled with your Master’s cock and that’s when he’d bring out the set of training plugs. You’d be so eager, needing to be filled now that you found out you couldn’t. He’d prepare you maddeningly slow, letting you squirm some more on his fingers, but giving your ass a firm warning smack when you wouldn’t settle. Shouta could picture it perfectly, accurately too as you would indeed react true to his predictions, even going further to his surprise. Just because you couldn’t use your pussy didn’t mean you couldn’t use your mouth, too.

And he’d soon learn how addicting your mouth would be. How much he’d come to love watching you be spit roasted between him and your toys, maybe even just between your toys, practically choking on a dildo, drooling around the thick and textured replica like a slutty little kitty as a large vibrator made your tail stand straight up as it pushed into you from behind, slowly and then with a last harsh thrust to bury itself inside that would have you yowling? What of two sex machines, perhaps? Or maybe three, with you tied in his scarf, wrists bound up as you bent forward on your knees, a spreader bar locking your legs wide open as one machine thrust into your delicious pussy, another your ass and the final one into your mouth, slick and drool making for lewd squelching sounds with every movement as he sat back and jerked off to the amazing scene before him again and again? Maybe he’d even tape it. He’s sure Nemuri would appreciate it, as a gift.

Maybe he’s even allow another person to help spir roast you, if there was anyone else worthy of being able to use what belongs to him, that is. Worthy of his perfect pet’s beautiful holes, excellent body. Just perfect, just right, just his.

Shouta’s pet, his obedient little Kitten.

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Deepest apologies that this is so messy, but I was in a hurry to share while I have so many things to do. I’m thrilled you want to continue up the last bits I have left you and I cannot wait to read it. Have a lovely week!

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summary: eating dinner with your parents and seungmin should not be this hard. maybe you’re just giddy to see your folks again or maybe it’ s because your panties are vibrating. 

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader 

word count: 4.9k 

genre: smut/ pwp and fluff 

smut warning: edging, slight degradation (use of the words slut and whore), use of sex toy, semi-public, softdom!seungmin 

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho​

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--UNEDITED-- “alright, thanks!” seungmin calls out to the delivery man, hands filled with a package he was waiting weeks for. he was supposed to gift it to you last valentines, but it didn’t arrive in time. now he’s sat in his apartment, wondering what the hell to do with the pair of vibrating panties placed carefully inside the box on his lap. on his bedside table, his phone rings. he reaches over to grab it before pressing the accept button.

“yeah?” seungmin answers. he hears you giggle in response and his heart skips a beat. his eyes travel to the box, wondering when and where he’ll be able to give it to you. there was no special occasion coming up and if he gave it to you randomly, wouldn’t it be weird?

“hey baby,” you greet, “are you busy this saturday?”

seungmin raises an eyebrow as he opens his mouth to speak, “no, babe. what’s up?” he removes the box off of his lap, setting it down beside him on the bed.

“my parents are inviting us for dinner, so i was wondering if you were free.” seungmin’s eyes widen at your words and he looks up at the ceiling, wondering if the gods above heard of his predicament. this couldn’t have come at a better time. he clears his throat before answering.

“of course, i’m free. if mr. and mrs. y/l/n want to see us, then you bet we’re going.”

that saturday night, seungmin retrieves the unopened box from his closet, placing it on top of his bed before opening it. he chuckles to himself as he lays the matching black lace undergarments on his bed. it looked beautiful like this, what more on you? he buries his face in his hands as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. this was new and something the both of you were definitely not used to. you two had talked about incorporating sex toys in your sex life, but no one really took the initiative.

until tonight.

though the undergarments looked heavenly to take off later, the main attraction was the pair of panties.

when seungmin decided to buy you a pair of vibrating panties, he never thought it would be this hard to set up. seungmin always thought that he just had to press a button and it would work, but it turns out that he had to charge the slim, vulva-shaped vibrator that’ll be placed inside the panties. not only that, he had to figure out how to put the vibrator in without worrying that it’ll potentially fall out. it takes him 10 minutes to realize that there is a small pouch in the crotch area of the underwear where he could slip the vibrator in. ah, he thought, that’s where the vibrations come from. seungmin hums to himself when he turns the device on using the remote, buzzing bouncing off of the underwear.

seungmin takes his time to admire the pair of panties as it buzzed. the vibrator was thin enough that it didn’t bulge out of the panties or make it too bulky. the buzzing wasn’t as loud as he thought it would be and that was a good sign. this was your first time with a sex toy and he didn’t want it to be traumatic. most importantly, seungmin didn’t really want your parents to know that he, your boyfriend, bought you a pair of underwear with the thought of using it to get you off in public. he exhales through his nose as he turns the vibrator off.

seungmin folds the undergarments as best as he could and puts it back in its box. he was nervous, but he knows that tonight will be anything but normal. he’ll make sure that it’ll be a night both of you won’t forget. he inserts the box in a small paper bag before making his way out of his apartment. while seungmin drives to your apartment, he busies himself with thoughts of anything else that doesn’t involve his plans for tonight.

you, on the other hand, are busying yourself with making sure you looked good for tonight’s dinner with your parents. you haven’t seen them in so long and you wanted to let them know you’ve been taking care of yourself. of course, there’s also the thought of looking presentable for seungmin, but you know he’ll love whatever you’ll come out in. you didn’t know how long you’ve been standing in front of your closet until you hear a knock on your front door. you groan softly as you make your way to it.

the door opens and seungmin is greeted by the sight of you still in your pajamas. he tilts his head, eyebrows slightly raised. you twirl around playfully.

“you like my outfit, babe?” seungmin shakes his head as he chuckles, stepping inside the apartment and closing the front door behind him. of course he does, no matter how simple and domestic it looked. it wasn’t the outfit he was expecting that you’ll be wearing to dinner, though.

“yep,” he hums as he tries to ignore how heavy the box of vibrating panties is getting in the paper bag, “i’m sure your parents will love it, as well.” it wasn’t the time to get cold feet, not when he’s standing in front of you. he puts the paper bag behind him as he watches you scoff at his remark and make your way back into your bedroom.

“give me a few minutes,” you call out, “i’m going to shower, then we’re out.” seungmin waits for you to close the bedroom door before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. after a few minutes of pacing around in the living room, he walks to your bedroom, opening the door as quietly as possible. the shower was still running, so it was the only time he can sneak in his gift for you. before you could get out of the shower, seungmin removes the undergarments from the box and unfolds it to put on the bed. he tilts his head to look at his work, nodding after as he reaches out to your bedside table to grab a piece of paper.

“wear this tonight, baby.” seungmin writes. he leaves the piece of paper beside the undergarments before walking out of the bedroom to go to the living room, where he’ll be thinking of his life decisions until you come out again. it doesn’t help that his pants are starting to tent at the thought of you wearing the lingerie he bought for you. seungmin bites his lip when his back makes contact with the couch.

you’re humming a tune to yourself when you walk out of the bathroom. something on your bed catches your eye as you’re making your way to your closet. you gasp when you realize what it was. seungmin bought you a matching set of lace lingerie. you run your hand down the fabric, cheeks heating up as your eyes catch the note he left beside the undergarments.

you lift the bra up by its straps, giggling when you notice that seungmin bought you the right size. he took off tons of your bras before, surely he’ll memorize the size written on the tag of the bra. you remove the towel wrapped around your torso before putting the bra on. it hugged your upper torso perfectly and it held your breasts in place just right. you grabbed the pair of panties, slipping them on. it somehow felt heavier, but maybe it was just the weight of the fabric. you ignore the thought popping up in your head because seungmin couldn’t have, right?

right?

seungmin jumps slightly when he hears the bedroom door open again. the tent in his pants have long disappeared as anxiety took over his brain earlier. to say that he was nervous was an understatement. his eyes take in your figure as you walk over to him, your off-shoulder dress hugging the curves of your body just the way you knew he liked. it wasn’t too revealing and something he could bear throughout the entirety of the dinner. thank god. but one thought stood in his mess of a brain, were you wearing it?

“you really bought me lingerie?” you ask and seungmin nods sheepishly, a hand coming up to the back of his neck. “i like them, they look nice.”

seungmin nods, heart pounding in his chest as he realizes you didn’t know what you were actually wearing. you start walking over to him with a smile and that’s when seungmin decides it’s a great time to let you feel what it is he bought.

you squeal when you feel the soft vibrations between your thighs, legs instinctively closing together as you hunch over to grip the couch. you look up at seungmin, slightly glaring at him when you finally comprehend the situation. your previous thought of seungmin not being able to purchase sex toys? vanished, gone with the wind.

seungmin laughs at your reaction as he moves in closer to you to hold your hand. he was no longer nervous because you seemed to be enjoying it, judging from the way your body reacted with every vibration flowing through you. he watches you as you bite your lip.

“do you like your surprise, sweetheart?” you gasp when he increases the vibrations, squeezing his hand as you struggle not to moan. seungmin puts a finger under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes meet. you look into his eyes, trying to find some sort of answer for why he was doing this to you, minutes from the dinner with your parents. the people who raised you, the people who saw you grow up. he blinks.

“speak when spoken to, babe.”

you inhale sharply before saying, “yes, i do.” seungmin smiles at your response as he steps away from you. you were going crazy, but at least he decreased the speed. you couldn’t believe he actually pushed through with the idea of bringing in sex toys in your sex life. it wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t expect he’d be the first one to initiate it.

“here’s what we’re going to do tonight, baby,” he starts, bringing forward the hand that was behind his back, remote in hand, “you’re going to wear this to dinner and i will not hear a moan,” seungmin moves torturously close to you and his fingertips graze your collarbone, “a whimper, or even begging from you. you will continue on with dinner as calmly as possible.”

“you’re my whore,” you moan softly at his words, watching as his finger hovered over the increase button, “but, we don’t want your parents knowing, hm?” you shake your head immediately and he hums in approval. you squeeze your legs together as the soft vibrations continued their assault on your clit and on your folds.

“good,” seungmin whispers, turning the vibrator off completely. you almost whine at the lack of movement between your thighs, but you knew better than to complain. you straighten your back and clear your throat to bring yourself back to the present. your head was already a mess and this was only the start of what he was planning. seungmin grins, handing out his other hand as the other pockets the remote.

“you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at how upbeat he was. it’s like he didn’t tease you earlier. you nod, nonetheless, thanking him when he opens the front door for you.

thankfully, the car ride to your parents was smooth. seungmin didn’t turn the device on at all and you were thankful because you would have came more than once in the passenger seat. it scared you, however, because that would only mean that he’ll be turning it on during dinner, during conversation. you almost didn’t want to step out of the car, but here you were, standing in front of your parents’ house and waiting for them to answer the door.

“y/n and seungmin!” your father greets as the door opens. seungmin, the bastard he is, turns the vibrator on its lowest setting when you lean in to give your father a hug. behind you, seungmin swallows as he notices your legs trying to squeeze themselves together. only the two of you knew what was happening and that makes the whole situation hotter than he could have ever imagined. both of you can get caught any moment, but it doesn’t really affect his decision when he increases the speed slightly as you hug your mother.

“come in, come in!” your mother smiles, motioning for the both of you to come inside. your legs are already feeling weak, the vibrations continuing on your folds and on your clit. seungmin’s right beside you, putting an arm around you to support you as you both walked in your parents’ house, the house you’re about to desecrate even if you’re just going to be sitting at the dining table. you face turns red at the thought and it turns redder when seungmin leans in to whisper.

“remember what i said earlier, baby. be a good girl.”

“the food’s not yet done cooking, but please,” your mother hums as she walks into the kitchen, “make yourselves at home!” you smile at her to try and get rid of the redness on your face. you decide to sit down on the living room couch as the scent of your dinner flows through the room. you weren’t hungry for that, anyway. you were merely after some sort of release and you knew that will satisfy all your needs tonight.

but this night has only just begun and you knew you were going to be screwed by the end of it, both literally and figuratively.

sitting down while the vibrator was on proved to be a bad idea as it presses on your clit twice as stronger. you grip seungmin’s knee when he sits down beside you and he doesn’t give you as much as a glance and you notice his hand is in his pocket. before you knew it, the vibrations have increased. you lean back to rest your back on the couch, but it doesn’t help either. the angle only doubles the pressure, hitting your nub in the most perfect of ways. you scream internally when your father stands in front of the couch, a glass in hand.

“was the ride here okay? traffic’s been awfully bad today,” you father mentions before taking a sip of his drink.

“yes, thankfully it was, sir. the road’s have cleared up when we left her apartment,”seungmin grins, turning to look at you as you struggled to keep your composure. “but traffic has always been a problem here, so i guess it’s expected.”

your father nods, eyes glancing at how stiff you were. nevertheless, he opens his mouth again to say, “i think the construction of the new shopping center is causi—“ his words enter one of your ears and exits the other.

you’ve always known how much your father excelled in talking about the most mundane of things, but it was only tonight that you realized that he went on so many tangents that the main subject of the conversation seemingly just vanishes into thin air. it’s a talent, you think, how he bounces off of one topic to another. in other days, you would appreciate it, but right now? your pussy was throbbing along with the vibrations of your panties. you wanted nothing more than to end this conversation.

“—y/n?” your father takes you out of your trance and you smile, even though your body has become uncomfortably hot and your pussy is dripping your juices onto the fabric.

“yes?”

“you’ve been awfully quiet, are you alright?” you nod immediately in response, grip on seungmin’s knee tightening as he increases the speed again. you hiss softly and seungmin covers it up with a cough.

“of course, i am,” you answer, shifting in your seat to adjust yourself and hopefully lessen the pressure on your clit. “why wouldn’t i be?” seungmin ups the speed again and you fight the urge to hunch over or even squeeze your legs together as you feel your first orgasm creeping up. you close your eyes as you take a sharp inhale.

before your father could reply or even say anything about how weird you were acting, you hear your mother calling him over to the kitchen to help her set the table. your father mumbles a quick sorry to seungmin, stating that they’ll continue the conversation in a while. seungmin grins as he nods. he turns to you after forever, gaze burning your skin.

“what was that?” he whispers harshly. you throw your head back, lower lip bit to keep yourself from moaning. “i thought i told you to be a good girl.” you scoff at his words as your chest starts to heave. god, you were so near and if seungmin keeps this up, you’ll—

and as fast as your orgasm was approaching, the vibrations are gone. you lift your head up in surprise, your grip on seungmin’s knee loosening. little did you know that this will be the first of many stolen orgasms from you. before you could reprimand him, he leans in close to you.

“such a slut, hm? so eager to cum so quickly,” you shiver as you hear a growl in his words. you straighten your dress as you try to bring yourself back to reality. your pussy was absolutely soaked, throbbing with no abandon and you wanted nothing more than to cum.

“there are consequences for the actions you choose to take, sweetheart.”

you hear your mother’s voice calling out for the both of you, saying that the dinner’s ready. seungmin’s the first to stand, holding out a hand for you to support you as you stand. your legs fail on you as you stumble into him once you’re off the couch. before you could recover, seungmin pulls you into his chest, whispering, “be a good girl and you’ll get to cum however many times you want.”

you swallow, nodding as he leads you into the kitchen. you give your parents the sweetest smile you could muster up, thanking seungmin as he pulls out the dining chair for you. such a gentleman, even if he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you sit beside him, but before your ass even hits the seat, the vibrations are back up again and even though they’re in the lowest setting, the knot in your stomach threatens to come back as quickly as it disappeared earlier. you clear your throat as you push the dining chair in towards the dining table.

seungmin keeps the vibrations at its lowest as he and your father talk about whatever it was they found fascinating earlier. he increases the speed once all the attention turns to you in the middle of the meal.

“so, how’s school, my love?” your mother starts, “college must be stressful this time of the year.” you nod in response, your brain failing to make up words as it focused on the vibrations all over your cunt.

“it could be worse,” you manage to say, grabbing a mouthful of food to shove into your mouth to prevent further conversation. seungmin increases the speed of the vibrator and you almost choke on the food in your mouth. in the corner of your eye, you see him smirk ever so slightly. damn him.

“oh! i remember you telling me about your big project. how’s that going?” your mother asks after a short silence.

a complete opposite of your father, your mother is. if your father excelled at small talk, your mother excelled at talking about the most extensive of subjects. you groan internally as you struggle to make up a coherent story without a moan leaving your lips once you open them.

“a-ah, it’s been alright, mom,” you try to say, your voice now higher than usual as you feel an orgasm coming up again. “same old, same old, you know?” you put down your spoon to grip the side of the chair you’re sat on as you try to keep yourself grounded. you were not about to have an orgasm in front of your parents, but fuck did this toy feel good on you. you put your pointer finger on top of your lips, your thumb under your chin as you try to focus on the events around you.

“you could elaborate more on that, y/n. we haven’t seen each other for so long,” your father laughs. you close your eyes as you shift on your seat. you chuckle at his words, removing the fingers over your lips to be able to talk to your parents.

“it’s, um, nothing special, really. my group mates have been cooperative so far and—“ you’re cut off when seungmin puts the speed on its highest. if you could take him to hell, you would. you most definitely would. your pussy is screaming for release and you didn’t know if you could hold back. fuck it, right? if you were cumming, you-- your orgasm’s robbed from you again, the second time tonight, and you wonder if you’ll be able to live after tonight. you let out an exasperated sigh, but you cover it up with a cough as you struggle to continue your sentence from earlier. “um, the teachers have been kind enough to let us borrow some relevant materials from them.”

“they should have offered it to you, students, in the first place, right seungmin?” your father laughs. seungmin merely laughs along, putting down his fork on the plate to put his hand on your thigh. his contact with your skin electrifies you and you shiver. you shift in your seat again, adjusting yourself as you feel yourself dripping even more. your heart was pounding and your breaths were labored, but your parents didn’t seem to notice that their daughter was going absolutely crazy. high off of a high she was trying to reach, but couldn’t seem to.

you feel your throat tightening up when you feel the vibrations on your clit again. you couldn’t stand edging anymore. your cunt was starting to ache now and any sort of self-restraint you once had was now gone and has been replaced with animalistic thoughts of seungmin and what you’d let him do to you once you get home. this dinner couldn’t be any more slower. you lower your head to stare at the floor, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying when seungmin increases the speed again.

“okay, who’s up for dessert?” your mother asks cheerily. “i prepared a chocolate mousse that you guys might like.” your father claps his hands together, a smile on his face.

“you’ll enjoy it, guaranteed. y/n’s mother makes great desserts,” he tells seungmin. seungmin chuckles in response as he squeezes your thigh under the table. “i’m sure i will, sir,” seungmin smiles, “i’m actually craving some sweets myself.”

your pussy clenches as he speaks. this was seungmin’s effect on you. even if what he said didn’t have anything dirty attached to it, you couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of him giving you what you wanted, the sweet pleasure of releasing all over your panties.

seungmin increases the speed again when your mother asks you if you can help her get the mousses out of the freezer. tears well up in your eyes as you feel another orgasm coming up. you didn’t know if seungmin was about to give it to you, but you wanted nothing more but to get to where you needed to be. your walls pulse in anticipation for the surge of your juices, but as expected, seungmin turns the vibrator off for the third time tonight, successfully edging you again. you let out a loud whimper now and seungmin squeezes your thigh. your parents notice, much to your dismay.

“y/n, baby, is something wrong?” your mother questions, moving closer to you. you shake your head as you shakily try to answer, another whimper coming out when seungmin turns the vibrator on again.

“my—my stomach hurts,” you sob softly. it was a lie, of course, an excuse to get you out of the room. you push yourself out of the dining table, legs slightly shaking at the intensity of the vibrations assaulting your pussy. you feel seungmin’s arm wrap around your shoulders to support you.

“i’ll assist her, please don’t worry,” seungmin nervously chuckles as he leads you out to the bathroom around the hall. you hear your mother call out about the medicine cabinet having some painkillers. the pain you felt now couldn’t be cured with painkillers. it could only be cured by seungmin, the man who put you in this position in the first place.

the moment the both of you reach the bathroom, seungmin pushes you onto the wall as you struggle to close the door. he suddenly puts the vibrations at its highest, making you hold onto him as you bury your face in his shoulder. you’re gasping his name, moaning incoherently into his shoulder as you try to reach the peak you’ve been trying so hard to reach.

“look at you, such a slut for me,” seungmin groans softly into your ear, “gripping onto me like your life depended on it.” you moan brokenly, feeling another orgasm making its presence known and you find yourself begging him to make you cum, over and over again.

“god, you almost came out there,” seungmin chuckles, “such a whore, so desperate to cum even if it meant letting your parents find out.”

you feel tears start to flow out of your eyes as you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any sort of noise that could be heard outside. you find yourself bucking your hips up to get more friction, just for something that can help you cum quicker. seungmin smirks, putting his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. the vibrations grow stronger and you throw your head back, mouth falling open as you reach out for something to hold onto. the knot in your stomach threatens to break and you pray to whatever gods there were that seungmin’s going to give it to you, finally.

“does my whore want to cum for me? make a mess all over her pretty lace panties?”

you breathe out his name as you nod quickly. seungmin smiles as he says, “cum for me.”

and you do. you’re arching your back off of the wall and you feel your chest collide into his as you continue to hold onto him for support. you see stars as you feel your juices flowing out of your pussy as the vibrations continue to wreck all that you were and all that you will ever be tonight. you’re grinding yourself onto his hand as you ride out your high.

seungmin grabs the remote in his pocket with his free hand, slowly bringing down the speed to help you come back to your senses. you’re breathing into his chest after, the tears from earlier drying up on your cheeks. the feeling of such an intense orgasm flows through your body and you shiver. seungmin rubs small circles into your back, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as you continue to come down.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” seungmin asks after turning the vibrator off. you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling at the moment. you raise your head to look at him and he grins at you. 

“you seemed like you had fun,” he teases softly. you playfully push him away, adjusting yourself in your panties. you scrunch your nose when you feel how wet you were, the remnants of your first orgasm staining your fingertips. you wipe it off on your dress.

“of course, i had fun, asshole,” you mumble. before he could respond, you hear a knock on the bathroom door, making you both freeze. you both look at each other, panicked. did they end up hearing what the both of you were doing in the bathroom? if so, you’re both fucked.

“y/n, seungmin,” your mother’s voice rings in the bathroom, “i brought some water. y/n might need it.”

both of you sigh in relief. seungmin leans in to steal a quick kiss from you before moving away and twisting the door knob so he could go out to meet your mother. he closes the door behind him as he steps out.

“how is she?” your mother worriedly asks, eyebrows pushed together in concern. seungmin grabs the glass of water from her and he gives her a sympathetic smile. “seems like the food didn’t go down as quickly,” seungmin says and your mother lets out a sigh as she puts a hand on her waist. seungmin swallows, subtly looking down at the middle of his thighs to check if the tent on it is as obvious as he feels it to be.

“well,” your mother huffs, “thank you for taking care of her, seungmin.”

moments from tonight flash in seungmin’s mind as he smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides. he tilts his head as he nods. he really did take care of you tonight, just not in the way your mother thought.

“you’re welcome, mrs. y/l/n. you can trust me to take care of your daughter.”

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Heyy can I request a 3rd part for Zhong x mage reader where they hopefully realize their feelings for each other? Feel free to end it off & add as much fluff & smut if you wish (*^ω^*)

Thanks for waiting anon, lol I just realize that this was almost the same as the previous ask so I decided to do a reader's POV continuing from where we left off last time.

So please enjoy the fourth part in the In Pursuit of Series: 1,2,3

In Pursuit of Love

Summary: You fell in love slowly, unknowingly, and when you had realized it, your love for him had already sunk into the marrow of your bones.

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1.

Falling back together was easier than the time the two of you spent weeks apart from each other. You found it easier to fall back to your morning routine with Zhongli around than it was to relearn how you lived before. And somehow the two of you had grown closer, more attuned to each other’s thoughts that sometimes there was no need to talk further. It was the intimacy of being known, and by the archons you were drunk on it.

You lived freely and happily, as if all the burdens you had were gone. With Zhongli by your side, it felt like the world had become brighter. Spending time with him, starting and ending the days with him became so natural that you didn’t notice what was already there from the start.

It stood to reason that you didn’t put much thought when Zhongli woke you up with his tongue down your throat or his hands groping your now exposed chest. It meant that when Zhongli took off your clothes in the morning, placing kisses on your neck and leaving visible marks on your skin, you merely thought he was just getting things started to transfer his energy for your continued survival.

It meant that you didn’t think much when you found yourself returning the favor, opening your legs for him, riding his cock early in the morning and not bothering to stifle your moans because Zhongli told you he liked hearing how much you wanted his cock, how slutty you acted when he thrusted his cock in your pussy until it was raw.

You had thought all of his words as dirty talk, not actually carrying any meaning beyond making the sex pleasurable for both of you. And today was no exception, you woke up with Zhongli’s mouth sucking on your nipples, leaving new bruises on top of last night’s marks.

Your pussy was filled with fresh cum and you could taste his cum on the back of your throat. You idly wondered how long had Zhongli been fucking you before you woke up, but such thoughts were thrown in the back burner when you felt his fingers tease your clit and toy with your cum-filled pussy.

“Nnnn!”

With a pop, Zhongli stops sucking your nipples and kisses you on your mouth, tongue entangling with yours.

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“Good morning” He greeted you with a soft and gentle smile that was at odds with his lewd acts.

“Good morning” You greeted him shyly as you spread your legs wide, and silently asked for his cock. You wanted to be awake this time when he filled you up.

For someone who was fucking you for an indeterminate length of time, Zhongli had a lot of stamina. His cock easily penetrated you again, geo cuffs forming like an absent thought on your wrists as he went in and out of you. His cum acted as a lubricant to ease his cock as it filled you to the brim, stretching your walls and giving you a pleasant burn.

Your ample breasts jiggled from the force of being fucked over and over. Your pussy felt raw but even so you couldn’t help but want more, Zhongli’s dick had ruined you for everyone else. You were quite sure that no one would be able to bring you over the edge the way Zhongli did.

Your entire body felt warm from the lust and the odd feeling that came from Zhongli’s archon energy. Before you could even ask him about it, your thoughts were interrupted by the hard thrust of his cock that had your body arching and feeling the warmth of his thick cum.

Zhongli pulled out and let the rest of his cum shoot on your body, some landing on your face and open mouth.

“Good girl.”

You smiled at him sweetly.

2.

For some reason, it became a common occurrence for you to head to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor with a homemade lunch for Zhongli, on days when you had no case to solve or you had reached a dead end. Today was a latter kind of day, there were no breakthroughs on the Chasm case which Qixing was gracious enough to not hasten you.

Especially since they were aware that you had landed a life threatening curse on yourself.

So now that you had gotten used to spending your lunch time with him, it made you realize that everyone in the Parlor was already familiar with you. You no longer limited yourself to chatting with Hu Tao or the Ferry Lady when Zhongli was busy with his job. Which was odd, now that you’ve thought about it. For all of the claims of your genius and the surprising amount of time you spent with children, you were never good at people.

Or to be more precise, good at keeping people. Your relationships with everyone you’ve met had always been so-so, you could rely on them for information you need, or calling in for a favor but if you could never truly trust yourself with them. You don't know when to call people friends or how to keep the ones you make, you suck at maintaining relationships and the only ones you’ve been able to maintain are from people who are surprisingly stubborn or sticky.

Ones who didn’t mind that you never wrote regularly or you came and went through their life like a breeze of wind. They were people who didn’t mind rebuilding friendship again and again, assuring you in their own silent way that you were wanted and welcome.

Which meant that the present relationship you had with the employees of Wangsheng was an odd change, a welcome one, but odd nonetheless. This was how Zhongli found you, contemplating in silence, in his office.

“Are you alright, dear?” He asked, worry marring his beautiful features.

“Hmmm...yeah, just thinking” You answered with an awkward smile and a heavy feeling in your heart that you can’t quite explain.

“You don’t have to, you know” Zhongli said, reassuring you.

“I really don’t know” You joked with him.

“Talk to the others if you aren’t up to it” He explained and to anyone else it would felt like a slight, a terrible jab at your inadequacy that you never quite got the hang of.

But it was Zhongli.

Zhongli who willingly shoulders the gossip about your relationship with him, who cares for you so deeply that he can give you himself for an indefinite period of time, Zhongli who simply wants to stay by your side and thinks the world of you, who believes that you are good.

And that’s enough to take off the sting from the reminder of your flawed humanity, makes your body relax and you find yourself leaning into his hand that somehow made its way to your face.

You nuzzle into it, a show of affection that makes you feel embarrassed but the weight of Zhongli’s affection, this intimacy from whole acceptance and being known, was an addictive warmth that you feared losing.

“Thank you.”

You hope that Zhongli can hear everything those two words encompass.

3.

The changes stemming from your relationship with Zhongli, mainly this odd but welcome change of being connected to people, and staying in a place for a long while meant that inevitably you end up having a permanent address people can find you.

It was novel to you, the idea of a place being stuck to your name. You said as much to Zhongli, during one of those rare times he had no work and decided to be with you for an entire day.

“How do your friends write to you then?”

“They don’t or well they post a commission to the guild and I pay for the reward” You told him truthfully before recounting the first time one of your friends had done so and it had involved a high ranking adventurer, the guild master of the adventurer’s guild and ending with an entire map of Mare Jivari.

“What were you doing there?!” Zhongli had asked scandalized.

“I was curious and there was no known map of it, so I thought ‘huh? Guess this would give me a whole lot of mora if I did this!’ how was I supposed to know one of my friends would end up pregnant during that time and wanted me to be a godmother?” You replied, slightly offended and amused at the look on his face.

Which naturally resulted in Zhongli extracting a promise from you to never go to dangerous places without him, ever again. And he was so earnest and so seriously worried about it that your grin slid off your face and you gave him your word.

Which then resulted in you feeling slightly off kilter about it. The thing is you never thought that Zhongli would care for you this much, for all of the fucking and the tender moments between you two, you’ve always believed that there was a line somewhere.

A line that dictated the end of his care for you and the beginning of his indifference. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe he wanted to stay by your side, it was just that you’ve always thought he meant it figuratively like he wanted to be kept up-to-date with you when your curse is finally lifted.

Because the thought of Zhongli, coming along with your adventures, travelling with you leaves you just slightly, very slightly, perplexingly happy. It makes you grab his hand and intertwine it together, and Zhongli doesn’t mind, doesn’t care for this display of affection and instead encourages it.

He squeezes your hand twice, and gives you a smile that assures you that you are wanted. A part of you dares to hope that you’d find your home in this place, here with Zhongli and if not, you’re content with him being a place you can return to, a place of reprieve from the life of a traveler.

And this leads to your few friends addressing letters to Zhongli’s place, adventurers from around the world used as glorified messengers for your equally eccentric friends, sending packages or cases in your way. Sometimes, asking for advice or a consultation but more often than not, a mere teasing letter inquiring about your daily life and the new found changes they’ve seen.

“It’s nice,” You told Zhongli, in the middle of reading one of your letters, “having this regular contact with them.”

You don’t notice the way Zhongli pauses in his cooking, just to look at you and your soft fragile smile.

“You can tell them to send their letters here, and I can always go deliver them to you” He offered.

You laughed, thinking that he didn’t mean it but nonetheless happy with his kindness, “If you keep doing stuff like that, you might just make an honest woman out of me!”

And Zhongli says nothing beyond a smile, and you let the moment pass. Willing your heart to calm down and not letting yourself hope for too much, you continued to read your letters even though your mind often drifts off to Zhongli’s “offer”.

Later that night, as you laid in his arms, you began to wonder if the two of you had blurred the lines of friendship and something more.

4.

Sex with Zhongli was always fun and just as exciting as the first time you did it with him. As you haven’t found a cure to your curse yet nor an alternative that didn’t involve an adepti, you felt indebted to Zhongli’s generosity on being your life support for an indefinite period of time.

It meant that sometimes when Zhongli did something that only lovers would, you were content to let it pass. Considering how much of his essence you needed, you were willing to let him enjoy you however he wanted.

It meant that on certain occasions where Zhongli’s libido was unbelievably high, you’d let yourself be led to a secluded to corner of a mountain, a road, or even Liyue’s backstreets to have your panties pushed to the side and be fucked by his thick cock.

You’ve learned how to muffle your moans as his cock relentlessly thrusted into your pussy, hands deftly freeing your breasts from its confines and playing with it. Squeezing and pulling and pushing it until it felt overly stimulated from the attention. Your body learned how to arch itself in the right way, ensuring that his cock repeatedly slammed its head into your g-spot.

The only change between then and now was that Zhongli had gained a preference on muffling your moans with his mouth, kissing you fervently as you milked his cock with your pussy. His kisses was intense, it made your knees weak and felt too intimate between two people fucking for necessity. Which often led to the two of you kissing for a long period of time, even when Zhongli rubs your pussy through the fabric of your panties or simply because he felt like it.

Zhongli was an excellent kisser, that much you could tell from the steadily growing frequency of him simply kissing you, without it leading to sex or having your pussy eaten out. And maybe you were biased with your opinion considering you’ve never kissed anyone other than Zhongli but you were quite sure that he gave the best kisses.

This thought only became more prevalent with each lingering kiss he gave you, the warmth that left your lips tingling. It made you want for something you don’t quite understand or dare to understand. Zhongli made your knees weak, he made you want things you’ve previously given up on, he made you want for a home you could return to.

Zhongli was changing you into someone you weren’t quite sure you truly welcomed and yet you couldn’t help but want and want. Selfishly wanting to tie him to you, to tie yourself to him.

“Zhongli?” Your voice trembled, soft and scared.

Even so in your eyes, he remained smiling, calm and patient as he gently took strands of your hair and kissed its tip.

“It’s fine, I can wait.”

You closed your eyes and bowed your head. The sound of his footsteps gently fading away as he walked away made you feel relieved and aching at the same time.

5.

Despite sleeping separately for the first time since you were cursed, Zhongli’s affection for you didn’t change. Except that he no longer gave you kisses outside of foreplay or sex even still his affectionate looks and smile remained.

It left you disappointed and yet a clarity of mind and heart.

Ultimately, you understood that Zhongli was doing this to give you space, a breather to allow you to make your decision without any bias or undue influence. This allowed you to realize that you had been deceiving yourself for a while now.

Even so you still didn’t want to voice it. You couldn’t even dare to speak of it in the privacy of your mind. So you did what you always did when everything felt constricting. You ran away.

The benefits from being a mage was that you could use the teleportation devices scattered throughout Teyvat. Which meant that it was quite easy for you to slip in and out of 7 nations without anyone knowing. So it was really quite easy for you to get out of Liyue Harbor, use the device in Mt. Tianheng and go to Snezhnaya.

The surprise and alarmed look of Tartaglia was enough to quell your nerves.

--

You raise a bottle of your finest fire water and said, “Let’s drink!”

2 bottles later and you’ve unloaded everything between you and Zhongli to Tartaglia. You sat across from him, legs spread and stretched out while his fireplace blazes on the side and engulfing both of you in warm orange light.

“So you’re in love” He smirks, amused and equally drunk, comfortably leaning in the plush seat of his tufted back armchair.

“I am not” You denied, sinking further into your seat and ignoring Tartaglia’s loud and uninhibited laughter.

“I just like the no strings attached sex and affection” You clarified, “You’ve known about me for a long time, I don’t do well in long relationships.”

Tartaglia takes a swig of his own bottle of firewater, “You do, we’ve been friends for a long time” He smiles at you “you’re just afraid of commitment.”

You look at him, face blank but eyes showing your reluctant agreement and Tartaglia leans towards you, “You’re afraid aren’t you, of what Zhongli would do in the future, about you, me, the Abyss and everything it entails, and Celestia.”

“Maybe.”

“You were never one to let your fears rule you” His voice becomes soft, the unspoken affection bleeding through his words, “so what exactly are you afraid of losing once you acknowledge it?”

“I hate it when you aren’t sticking to your ‘only cares about a good fight’ persona” You groaned out, sitting up straight “you’re lucky I see you as family or I’d curse you right now.”

Tartaglia laughs and ruffles your hair, “Go to sleep and then return to him tomorrow.”

He gets up and makes his way to his bedroom, before he could leave the room you spoke, “Thank you.”

From behind you, Tartaglia smiled and said nothing as he continued on his way. There were some things that no longer needed to be said between two friends.

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You sat on the edge of the cliff in Mt. Tianheng, watching the sunrise as Liyue Harbor slowly comes to life. You weren’t quite ready to face Zhongli yet.

You wanted to steel your nerves, calm your heart and properly arrange your words. Despite the carefree nature you showed, when it came to the matters of the heart, you always treaded carefully. Gone were the days you fell in love recklessly, accidentally and unknowingly hurting others and being hurt in return.

You wanted to face Zhongli, sincerely, to give him the utmost consideration for all that he had done for your sake. You wanted to make sure, to truly ascertain that what you felt was real and not a mere byproduct of the curse you had been saddled with. Zhongli deserved to be loved for who he was, as he is, and not what he gave up for you. To love him out of gratitude was to trample upon his sincerity, and you didn’t want that.

So you stalled, you waited, you didn’t rush. You simply and slowly worked out what you truly thought, what you felt. By the time the sun was high up in the sky, you stood up and patted your clothes. You slowly made your way down, entering Liyue Harbor, greeting the merchants and the townsfolk that knew you.

Each step that you took made you nervous, despite that you continued to make preparations, you pre-ordered a take out from Wanmin Restaurant, buying Zhongli’s favorite dish, Crystal Shrimp, and Universal Peace.

“I guess, Mr. Zhongli isn’t going to be Liyue’s most desired bachelor anymore?” Chef Mao joked.

You blinked and then laugh softly, “Was it that obvious?”

Chef Mao smiled, fatherly and nostalgic, and then he spoke to you with a wiseness that only came from suffering the vicissitudes of life, “There are things that can’t be concealed easily, one is indifference and the other love.”

Surprised, you stared at Chef Mao who only laughed boisterously, and with his fatherly tone added, “I’m not blind, and I was young once! I can tell if a man is interested or not.”

With a wink, Chef Mao waved you away and you shook your head in amusement as you walked away after paying in full. You slowly made your way to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, taking in the sight of Liyue Harbor in its busiest time of the day.

And as you neared the bridge in front of the parlor, you saw him. Walking slowly over the bridge, a rain of red maple leaves fell as he passed, you slowly halted and stared at him.

Thump thump

Your eyes met his and your heart that was moved by him, began to beat just a little bit faster. You smiled, gentle and soft, filled with unabashed adoration for him and slightly ran towards him. Zhongli smiled at you, eyes reflecting the deep emotions that he had for you.

Time slowed down and ran fast.

“I’m home” You told him as you hugged him and buried your face to his chest.

His arms gently and tightly wrapped around you, “Welcome back”.

There were still things that needed to be said, confessions to be made but for now the two of you didn’t need to do that yet. Not when both of you had finally reached the same place, hearts beating in sync.

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“Hey,” You called out to Zhongli “Do you remember the temple that got me cursed?”

“Of course” Zhongli replied, face stern and serious as he remembered that disastrous day.

“Well, I finally found out the story behind it” You revealed as you comforted him, hand gently patting his.

Zhongli relaxed, tense frame slumping a bit in the privacy of his shared home with you. He pulled you into his lap, embracing you and softly asked, “tell me?”

You hummed and began your tale,

“There used to be an immortal, a scrap collector, who was Heaven’s beloved official, and” You paused dramatically “there was a ghost king, a great calamity that the heavenly officials feared. The scrap immortal had the world’s terrible luck, he would experience all sorts of misfortune and tragedy while the ghost king had the world’s best luck, he would never lose a gamble nor a bet.”

You looked at Zhongli, teasing and eyes twinkling, “And these two unlikely beings were each other’s dao partner.”

Zhongli choked, “My dear…”

You laughed and laughed, “surprised? I was too! Ah~ Zhongli that temple was the one the ghost king, Hua Cheng, the Xuè Yǔ Tàn Huā built for his beloved, his highness Xiè Lián. It was the only surviving relic of the place where the infamous Ghost City was located.”

Zhongli blinked, “Then we entered the Ghost Realm?”

You nodded, “Yeah, we ended up triggering an old protection array. I ended up being the receiver of the curse since I was careless when I was fighting, I damaged the statue of his highness and the ghost king punished me for it.”

Seeing Zhongli frowning, you hurriedly appeased him, “Don’t worry! Those two have been gone for a long time now! What was left in there was just a particularly powerful emotion powered curse! So don’t go fighting with them!”

Zhongli sighed, but the frown on his face didn’t go away, “Then your curse?”

“With or without your cum, The curse would have eventually faded away.”

You laughed at his blushing face and decided to reveal one more thing, “Zhongli~ Did you know that when gambling with the ghost king, the only way to get what you want was to pass a test?”

Forehead to forehead, you stared into his eyes, through his heart and to his soul, voice filled with wonder and love, “If you can move his highness, Xiè Lián’s heart with pity, the Ghost King would give you what you want even if you had lost the debt.”

“I-”

You cut Zhongli off with a gentle kiss, and then said, “That day, I heard your prayers, and begged them to let you go. To let me suffer the curse alone, to let me suffer the unbearable pain. Because I couldn’t bear to have you suffer the consequences of my actions.”

“I can suffer any humiliation but my heart can’t bear the thought of you being humiliated” You told him, this secret of yours, the one you kept close to your heart.

--

You didn’t know when you began to fall for him, maybe it was when you had brazenly teased him, “Osmanthus wine, I’ll give this to you so don’t be a stick in the mud!”

Or maybe it was when he had asked, visibly worried, “Are you not afraid of being struck down like the sinners of Khaenri’ah?”

Or maybe it was when he had lowered himself to the ground and cried, “I just want to save her alone.”

There were so many moments that could have started it all but you knew when he had completely taken grasp of your heart.

“Please, let me walk by your side, protecting you and your belief.”

His words that day, fell into your heart like a rock that fell into a pond, creating ripples as it sank down on the bottom and stayed. He had, without you noticing, walked step by step into your heart, and made himself at home in there.

You would forever answer the calls of adventure, the never ending stories the world was waiting to tell you, but you also knew that you would always, without fail, return to Zhongli. To your home and one day you would settle your old bones with him, weathered hands holding each other, and greet each day side by side.

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A/N: This is installment 5 of A Series of Firsts!!! This one has been highly requested for some time now so I’m finally writing it. I decided to do a simple plot to this one so yeah...it’s crazy filthy tho. Also, this one is pretty freehand for my writing. So I hope you guys like it...Enjoy🙃

Harry’d been training your second hole for the past couple of weeks. The two of you had been wanting to give anal, particularly on you, a shot for a good while now. After seeing how well Harry adjusted and responded to having his hole played with, you were really interested in trying it out and getting a taste of the pleasure that Harry felt. From the way his cock twitched between his legs as you pushed your fingers or toys into his puckered entrance and the way he’d let out the loudest whines and moans from the feeling, you could tell that it felt amazing. So the possibilities for pleasure with his fingers and cock were endless. And the same way you were excited to give anal a try, Harry matched that excitement plus some. When you told him that you wanted to give it a go, Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The last thing Harry ever wanted to do was pressure you into something that you were unsure of or weren’t comfortable with. So despite the fact that he was being teased by your puckered entrance every time he took your from behind, and he that couldn’t stop swirling his tongue around the area whenever he had his head between your legs, along with thumbing at your entrance and lightly nudging his cock at it, Harry made sure to never pressure you. That’s why when you told him that you wanted to play around with your second hole, he was ready to make sure that you’re pleasured to the fullest and comfortable in the process. Since you voiced your concern about his size being too big for your entrance, Harry went straight into buying and researching any and everything to gradually move you towards taking his entire cock.

Before he bought anything, Harry did a pretty good amount of research. He even cross referenced different pieces of information. He looked into the best lubes for extended use of anal plugs, he looked into the best ways to train your hole to take more and more over time, and he even went as far to see if it was safe for you to sleep with your plug inside of you. Luckily for him, he got all the answers he needed and was hoping for. Once he compiled all of his information, Hary then went on to purchase items. He bought two types of lube, an oil based lube for when you wore the plug throughout the day, and a water based one for when he was playing with you at night. He also bought an extensive array of toys. For starters, he purchased a set of four shiny steel anal plugs with a big jewel in your favorite color on top that gradually increased in width and length. These would beused for everyday wear. Along with these plugs, he bought a couple silicone dildos that varied in girth and length. These were for when he would be training your hole and helping you become accustomed to having a cock inside of your tightened hole. And none of them were the size of his cock. He did this simply because he wanted to give you a bit of a surprise once the time finally came. Harry also threw in a couple accessories that you’d enjoy. He bought a couple bunny tail plugs that he thought would look adorable on you, and he got a string of ben wa balls. Those were definitely for him; he found the picture of you struggling to maneuver and hold them inside pretty amusing to say the least. After he picked everything and put a rush on the shipping, Harry anxiously awaited his large package of toys that he was dying to break in.

And once they did arrive, Harry began to break them in alright.

Since you were a thousand percent on board with it all, you were ready to start immediately. Once he unpackaged and cleaned the toys, Harry jumped right into walking you through the process and starting it. He used his fingers and the lube to ease your extremely tight hole open a bit and to help insert the first plug into you. When you first felt the pointed dome of metal plug inside you, it was a bit weird. It was sitting inside of your ass and you’d never felt that before. But after a couple hours of moving around and toying around with it, you became a bit more adjusted to the feeling and you were feeling excited for what was to come. This excitement was also because of Harry. The way he researched and took everything into account made you feel taken care of and at ease about everything. You were so excited to experience this with him and you knew for a fact that this entire process would be nothing short of amazing.

Every day for the following weeks, the two of you acquired a “Training Routine” so to speak. This is how the day would go: He’d insert the plug that you were working with at the moment in the morning and then go about your days either apart or together. Then once the day was coming to an end in the early part of then evening he’d  let your hole take a break for a couple hours by removing the plug. He would then clean the plug while you’re taking your break. After some things get done, Harry’d use one of the dildos that you were currently working with to play with your ass a bit and let you cum. Finally, before turning out the lights, Harry’d apply a new coat of lube and push your plug back inside before going to bed. This process lasted a good eight weeks. You advanced through the plugs and dildos, all the way up to the final set. And Harry couldn’t have been prouder. His baby had taken every last toy so well and he couldn’t wait to reward you with his cock inside your princess hole. Every time he watched your pretty and puckered hole stretch to fit the dildos or the plugs, all he could think about was your sweet little entrance engulfing every inch of his big cock while you whined and clung to whatever you could for dear life. He couldn’t stop the visual of him ramming his cock down into your ass from behind over and over again from invading his mind either. He completely understood that he wouldn’t be able to do that right away but he’d jump at the opportunity as fast as he can once you tell him to go harder. It’d definitely take a lot of self control to hold back his feral desires and not give your ass a good pounding. But the wait would be beyond worth it. 

Right now you were on your second week for your final set of training. It took you about two weeks for each set and you were right at the end. To be honest, you were a little shocked at how you flew through every last set. From the outset of it all, having your hole trained seemed a bit daunting and unusual. But Harry was right there to guide you through it all. He praised you for how good you were doing every time he played with your hole and he gently pushed you at times when you were on the verge of giving up. After finally reaching the end, you were more than ready to take Harry’s cock in your second entrance. 

The two of you had decided to spend your Friday night in bed watching a movie and chatting. In the process, the both of you were playing with each other. You had your head in his lap fondling his cock and suckling on the girthy flesh from time to time while Harry sat back against the headboard and moved the rather large (not Harry large though) dildo in and out of your now acclimated hole. As the the time passed, the both of you would try and get the other to squirm and moan. Harry’d push the dildo really deep into you causing you to squirm around on the bed, roll your eyes back, and just moan from the feeling. To get him back, you’d feel throat his cock, suckle on his large balls, and/or push one of your fingers a bit lower towards his entrance to which he’d grunt, moan, and buck his hips up towards you. 

“Do y’want me t’just fuck you already? I mean, I’m as hard as a rock and I can guarantee you that pussy of yours is sopping wet.” Harry states bluntly, stopping his movements with the dildo to reach down and feel your pussy. “And I was right.” He confirms, feeling your sticky arousal on his fingers.

“I mean we were going fuck anyways so why not get a head start. Plus I like having two cocks inside me anyways.” You agree, lifting yourself up onto your knees before taking your shirt off.

“Don’t give me any ideas. M’gonna tear that ass and cunt to pieces if you keep talking like that.” Harry grumbles, yanking his shirt off as well before yanking you over to him. 

“Maybe I want you to tear me apart.” You reply suggestively as you lift yourself into his lap.

“Just get on my cock.” Harry growls lowly, bringing his hand to your throat and the other down to push the dildo back up your ass  to move you along. And with that, you waste no time sinking down onto his hard shaft. 

“Fuck!” You moan loudly. As you sink down onto him, you both can not only feel your tight walls stretching, you can also feel his cock pushing against the dildo that was in your ass through your walls. You were really full. Once he’s pressing into your stomach, Harry gives you no time whatsoever before he’s slamming up into you. His hips are moving so fast as he shoves his cock up into you. The feeling of your velvety walls alone could drive Harry insane; and it was. He just couldn’t stop slamming his cock up into you! As he continues to piston his cock up into your pussy, his grip on your throat gets tighter causing your mouth to just hand open as you let out the smallest whimpers.

“Look so pretty when that ass and cunt are filled. Such a good little cockslut.” Harry chuckles lowly, using his grip on your throat to pull you closer to his face so that he could lick into your open mouth. As he does, Harry lets go of your throat all together and brings that hand down to your chest to fondle your breasts. Even though his cock was amazingly fucking your cunt, you really wanted his cock in your ass. You wanted to finally feel him in there. So keeping a hand on his shoulder for support, you bring your hand down behind you to where his hand was guarding the dildo against slipping out of your entrance and you pull at his hand. This results in Harry coming to an immediate halt to see what was wrong. “You okay baby?” He asks concernedly. 

“Better than okay. Just want you to fuck me.” You sigh happily. 

“Want my cock in there?” Harry asks, making sure he is hearing you correctly.

“So bad.” You whine back, biting your lip to hold back a moan. 

When you reply, Harry is quick to pull you up from his cock so that he could throw you down onto the bed in front of him. He quickly lifts himself up and towers over your body between your legs. Harry then pushes upwards at the backs of your thighs so that your lower body is lifted up from the bed a bit before bringing his face down to pretty much devour your cunt. He quickly laps his tongue up and down your folds, stopping every once in a while to suck on your clit or push at your entrance. While he does this, you’re having a fit, letting out moan after moan from how good his mouth feels on you. He was trying to push you as close to the edge as possible so that you could cum with him once he’s inside. You were incredibly tight and Harry knew for a fact that he’d last no more than two seconds once he’s inside. He wasn’t even expecting you to let him push into you tonight. He was thinking that you wanted a bit more time but he was gravely mistaken on that one. You wanted him in there now.

After a couple more licks and sucks, Harry finally pulls his head from between your legs and pulls your legs down before turning you onto your side. From this angle, Harry could fuck into your ass and still get a good look at your face. He wanted to watch your face contort as you took his big cock inside.

“Gonna pull this out now.” Harry announces, slowly pulling the toy out of you. He tosses the soft toy onto the bed next to him, and then pushes his cock back into your pussy for a split second, causing you to let out a little gasp. “Needed t’be a bit wetter.” He explains with a smirk as he grips onto his glistening shaft and lines himself up with your princess hole as he liked to call it. “M’gonna fuck you so good baby.” Harry grumbles behind you, holding onto your hip as he nudges himself into you. 

“Not too hard though.” You sigh, completely relaxing your body as you feel his cock entering you. All you could say was that this was absolutely amazing.

“Don’t worry, can barely move y’so tight.” Harry grunts, trying his hardest to keep his composure. He wasn’t even halfway in and Harry could feel himself come onto the verge of cumming. He stops himself in his tracks and takes multiple deep breaths before going back to pushing. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, feeling yourself become full with him. This was a type of full that you’d never felt before; and it was so good. 

“Feelin’ good baby?” Harry pants, feeling himself beginning to fall apart as he reaches the base of his cock.

“So good. Think m’gonna cum.” You pant with a little whimper. You were holding your release so that you could cum with Harry but it was getting harder and harder to keep going.

“Me too sweet girl.” Harry pants, beginning to slowly rock himself in and out of you. Harry was on cloud nine. You felt way better than he could’ve ever imagined and he was about to burst. As he continues to rock into you, you can feel him pushing right into the sweet spot within you (you were starting to wonder whether or not he had some type of sweet spot detector inside of him). When he feels you beginning to squeeze around him, he decides to just give up on holding back. “Cum with me baby!” Harry grunts before bursting at the seams. You could feel his cum pouring into your ass as the wave of your release crashes down onto you. All of it combined was so much to handle. You were clenching onto his cock as you came and you were feeling all of his cum flood into your body as you came.

Once the waves of your releases begin to calm down a little, Harry slowly pulls out of you and collapses down onto the bed next to you. You then turn your body so that you’re lying flat against the bed next to him as you are in a tired yet buzzed daze as well. The both of you were out of it and still in shock from the amazing thing you two just experienced.

“Is it wrong for me t’be thinking about pounding your ass right now?” Harry asks out of the blue, reaching his arm over to drag his hand up and down your back. 

“No. Because I’m thinking about it too.” You reply softly. 

“M’gonna tear you up.” He promises.

“I’m ready.” You reply confidently. 

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Hi!! I need to not forget to leave this idea with a trusted author so I’ve chosen to slide into ur asks w this very nsfw thing: Joon using a dick pump and vixen using a pussy pump. Simultaneously. Then having sex. That is all! I just wanted to share this with someone that could find use of it 😭

Hello, it's officially Joonsday and we're big time celebrating (sorry for the ugly banner I'm on a road trip with the fam) lessgooooooo

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.5k words

Genre: smut? Pwp? Established relationship? Yes.

Warning: 18+ y'all better be adults if you're going to read this.

Trigger warnings: clearly, swearing, dick pump, pussy pump, vibrating cockring (it's becoming quite the thing for these two???) cumplay (he cums on her chest), creampie, unprotected sex (use CONDOMS PLEASE), DDLG (daddy) kink, making out, touch deprivation (? Kinda?), experimenting, mentions of oral, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Here's my masterlist and enjoy 💜✨

Beta read by the one and only super patient golden-hearted wife, @joheunsaram

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It was past nine pm when Namjoon entered the apartment, his eyes immediately focusing on your frame curled up on the sofa, under your chunky knit blanket. He needed to get you a pet.

You loved Moni, but he couldn't have him at his place that often since he was more of his family's dog than his.

He should get you something fluffy. Something that matched your personality. Like a toy poodle. Or a corgi.

No, a corgi wasn't fluffy enough…

He was sure he would find something suitable in a shelter. Maybe a cat? Something to keep you company.

Tutting, he shook his head as his mind wandered, trying to distract him from the panic he had been going through only a couple minutes ago. He reminded himself his current anxiety was due to surprising you with an unexpected gift, so he realised that launching himself into planning another surprise — a permanent one — was maybe not the smartest move.

Kneeling beside you, he touched his lips to your temple. “Hello, Vixen,” he spoke gently, his private voice making your eyes open, your arm reaching out of the blanket to hold him to yourself.

“Hi, baby. Did you eat? Tell me they fed you.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I grabbed dinner with Yoongi in the studio.”

You nodded and nuzzled up closer, kissing his neck sensually. “Wake me up?”

He chuckled. “Needy, baby?”

You nodded and frowned. “I'm getting my period in two days. You know I get needy.”

His knowing smile shifted to a loving one. “I know.” He looked at your face for a couple seconds, just taking in every detail. The fullness of your lips and the slight blush on your cheeks, the way you looked puffy after sleep, so soft and delicate and all his.

Oh so his.

Not falling into your temptation was almost a crime. Especially as you stretched your neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

“Ask, love.” His voice was gravelly against your face.

You looked away and relaxed your shoulders, not realising you had arched up towards him. In return he chuckled and ran the tip of his nose against your cheek. “You don’t like asking, mh?” His lips were velvety against your cheekbone. “Poor little fox.” You turned just in time for his mouth to meet yours, letting him have your sweetest whimper as his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you. “I have a question for you, babylove.”

You stopped and backed an inch, looking him in the eye. “What kind of question?”

He sat up straight. “It makes me a bit nervous because this is not how we do it normally and… I feel like I went someplace uncharted without you and I’m a bit disoriented.”

You sat up too, feeling the nerves in his tone as he started talking faster, stuttering over his words a little.

“I… We usually shop together but I wanted to try this and I thought… I mean, we don’t have to do this and we can do this alone, or together, or… Or not do this at all or you can use this while I’m away and you need—”

“Joon,” you interrupted him, a hand on his shoulder as you tried to calm him down. “Hold on a second, darling.”

He shut his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose.

“You were shopping, correct?” you asked, trying to find reason in madness. He nodded. “What did you get? Toys, I assume?”

“Yes,” he replied calmly.

“Okay. Show me and then we can talk this out if you’d like.” You knew Namjoon’s brain tended to go a thousand miles a second, so you tried to limit the damage.

He stood and came back with a large box and scissors, opening the package. “It’s kinda scary at the beginning but… I think the final result is not that bad.”

“If that’s a furry mask I’m gonna scream and not in a good way,” you joked, trying to ease away the tension.

“Come on, we discussed that already. Hard no. No shaming, though.”

“No shaming,” you repeated, watching him open the lid and take another box out. “Oh my god.”

He looked at you, trying to interpret your reaction. “Good? Bad? Maybe?”

“Why would you make it… bigger? How do you even think I can handle bigger?” You stared at the… the thing and tried to wrap your brain around that.

“It’s not about getting bigger, it’s about lasting more.”

“We have cockrings for that!” you exclaimed, almost outraged. If anything perplexed and worried. Was he trying to break you? Send you to the ER? Because you much preferred saving yourself the embarrassment. “You’re gonna break me.”

He nodded and put the box away. “Okay, sorry.” He wasn’t even disappointed. After all he did know you were a tight fit on him and no matter how much he would stretch you, there were high chances of you getting hurt, and he obviously didn’t want that.

“No, no hold on,” you said as you realised your first reaction had been fear. “We can do that. Just not… Let’s say we can use that but the final goal is not penetration.”

Namjoon nodded. “That’s what I was thinking too. Plus, we could use that ring for buffering.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “And that should make you feel like… Like I’m sucking all of you, right?”

Namjoon halted for a second. “I don’t know, but that wouldn’t be the point.” He still remembered that one time you had almost had a breakdown because you couldn’t take more than a couple inches of him in your mouth. Since then, he had set the lowest bar in your sex life: not making you cry because you couldn’t deepthroat him. Somehow he was still traumatised by the memory. “It’s just a matter of giving you multiples, Vixen. Just that, Or fucking you feral, however you prefer to put it.”

You nodded.

“Plus it’s more of a… joined fantasy, actually,” he confessed, blushing and looking down.

So there were more surprises in that box. “Define?”

He took one more box out of the larger one. “It looks scarier than it is. It’s also, sort of… convoluted.”

You stared at the second toy, arching an eyebrow at it. “I don’t like things that keep your hands off me.”

“I know,” he reassured you, immediately touching your knee as a way to comfort you. “I know it, babylove. But this doesn’t mean my hands won’t be touching your body.”

Absentmindedly you nodded. “You want to try those now?”

He tipped his head from side to side in a so-and-so motion. “Only if you want to. We can wait till you get more acquainted with the idea.”

You thought about it for a second. “Those… devices technically mean no foreplay.”

“Well, they do the foreplay while we…” He hadn’t thought that far.

“We’ll just make out,” you said, standing up and grabbing your half of the kit. “Let’s take them out and wash them.”

Namjoon grabbed the other half and followed you. In your bathroom, you took out the toys, quickly scanning the instructions while he threw himself at his new object of interest, grabbing the toy soap and lathering everything in foam. “No reading?”

“It’s pretty easy,” he replied, rubbing everything thoroughly before rinsing and drying the tube. “I’ll read while I wait for you.”

He let the toy dry on the ledge and undressed, by now barely shy about walking around naked as he entered the shower and scrubbed himself clean with quick, brief strokes. In a bunch of minutes, you were sitting on the bed, reading the instructions of his device before he rolled down beside you, a towel around his waist. You were lounging in your panties and one of his shirts, his face already skimming the side of your thigh. “Come down here, miss Fox. Studying won’t get you straight As in this one.”

You chuckled and grabbed some lube. “Will you allow me the honour?”

Namjoon licked his lip and undid his towel, arching an eyebrow as he realised he already had a semi.

“Is it for the toy or the ‘fucking the class’s best student’ fantasy?” you teased him, pouring some cold lubricant on him in revenge.

“It’s all about having the sexiest girlfriend in the universe,” he flattered you, his hand squeezing your ass as you straddled him and grabbed the toy.

“You know you’re crazy for this, right?”

He nodded. “That makes two of us since you’re playing along.”

“Suck your dick,” you replied, saccharine sweet as you placed his cock into the plastic tube of the penis pump.

“Not when you’re so much better at that,” he cooed back, hissing a little once you pressed the base against his pelvis excessively hard — call it revenge. You studied the mechanism for starting to increase the pressure inside the cylinder. “Okay, fuck, it’s hot. I love the lube. Slippery.”

You appreciated the feedback. “Tighter?”

“Nah, hold on. We can tighten it later.” He bit his lip. “It’s very good. But… A bit cold.”

You stretched to his face and pushed his hair back. “I’ll warm it up next time. Sorry baby.” You kissed his lips, pampering him a little. He had looked so stressed earlier. And so eager too. He had to be both worried and excited about this. “My big bear,” you murmured, watching him melt for you. After all he was nothing but a tough looking boy with a gooey heart. “You were so nervous about this, huh?”

He nodded and caught your hand, holding it in his. “I love you,” he said with his million dollar smile, his eyes dreamy, his dimple shining on his face.

“I love you too, Joonie bear,” you murmured at him, your affection causing him to slip into the most peaceful of states. Yes, he felt like his dick was being squeezed and sucked, but he mostly felt entirely enamoured with you.

“Please, can you wear the toy too?”

You smiled and nodded. “Would you like to help?”

He stretched to kiss you again. He wanted more kisses. It had been so long since the two of you just made out and he missed that sometimes, just the intimacy of laying side by side, making out without things necessarily heating up. Of course he also loved when you got on top of him mid-session and ground on his thigh until you crumbled against his shoulder.

He loved even more when your hand would graze his lower belly before tracing his erection through his trousers, cupping him and squeezing him until he needed your hand on his length.

But the idea of laying side by side and focusing solely on your face was something too inviting for that night.

He sat up, a bit uncomfortable at the thing between his legs. “This makes it kinda hard to move,” he realised before finding your pvc cup. “Get comfy, my love,” he murmured before kissing your knee, crawling lower. Your legs stayed closed as you placed your feet on his thighs before getting rid of your shirt, letting him stare at the hardened peaks of your breasts. “You're so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his hands tracing the outside of your thighs, his frame shifting and stretching until he could reach for your chest, his thumbs feeling your pebbled nipples.

That was before you put the sole of your foot around his neck, pushing him back a little.

He was mesmerised by the gesture, feeling his brain short circuit as arousal hit him.

Now that he was far enough, you lifted your legs and quickly got rid of your panties, Namjoon barely resisting the need to press his whole face against your folds.

“Feisty,” he murmured, placing the toy on you, checking for your reaction. “Does it fit right?”

You nodded. “I'm tiny, it takes a bit more than it should but that's okay as long as it doesn't come off.”

He started pumping some pressure, still looking at your face to spot any discomfort.

“I think that's tight enough for now.”

He nodded and laid down beside you. “You wanna watch porn?”

You thought about it for a second. “Nah.” You rolled to the side, only to feel the toy limit your comfort.

“Maybe a pillow will help?” he mused, passing it to you.

“It feels strange. Static. Dry… Aseptic.”

He nodded. “Not a great feeling.” He also placed a pillow between his knees before cupping the back of your head and scooting closer to you. “Hi,” he whispered, breaking into a large smile.

“Hi,” you whispered back, joining your lips.

You didn't know how long you kissed, only that his hands were everywhere, rubbing your back, on your ass, pulling you closer, then pushing you back a little as he tried to massage your breasts, next tightening the pressure on your pussy pump.

“This good?” he asked, his lips already kissing the sweet spot below your ear. It made you purr and try to throw your leg over his, realising a minute too late that you couldn’t grind on him.

You made a disappointed little sound, Namjoon’s hands cupping your face and smoothening the frown on your brow with his thumbs. “It’s okay, little fox. Focus on me, babylove.”

With the most vulnerable expression, you brushed your lips to his as the tip of your nose played with his, his face glowing with a sudden bright smile before he drew a line of tiny smooches from your forehead to your chin. “I know, baby.”

“I don’t like this,” you whined, hiding your face into his neck. “I can’t feel you.”

He held you closer. “Would you like to take it off?” His hands were skimming every inch of your naked skin, soothing you.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you mewled weakly, feeling ashamed of the statement.

“You’re not disappointing me, ____. We’re doing this to know if we like it, my angel.” He caressed your hair.

“I can do this, I just need to get used to the lack of touching.”

“I know it’s a delicate topic for you. You can take it off and grind on me if you want,” he reassured you.

You found his pump mechanism and asked, “Do you want it tighter?”

He hummed and nodded.

You didn’t last much longer after that, mostly because Namjoon knew he was tiptoeing around a soft limit of yours and he could feel you were already vulnerable. He knew a couple tears would come after your orgasm, your body too emotionally challenged for you not to release all the tension in crying.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispered into your ear, the pressure on him too tight, almost unbearable after fifteen minutes with the pump on, three of which on the highest setting. He would make a mess of you. He knew it already. “I'm gonna cum a lot,” he said with a half-embarrassed chuckle.

“Is that an issue?” you mused, blocking his hand as he tried to remove your pump. “I… I want you to cum on me.” It was easier to say after all this time. He was almost used to it. The following request however was unusual. “On my chest.”

He nodded. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to distract me. I want to keep the toy, just distract me from it.” You bat your lashes at him. “Please.”

In his mind, he had opposed your idea for maybe half a second. “Okay. But I want you to use your safeword if need be.”

After he ascertained you remembered it, he waited for your approval on him straddling your waist, your hands immediately touching him, starting from the base and pulling to the tip, a thick blob of precum helping you as both your palms started massaging him.

“You’re so damn good at this,” he praised you. “You’re such a good girl to me.”

You glowed at the compliment, starting to stroke him more powerfully. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, little one,” he replied sweetly before a grunt left his lips, his body waving a little before he propped himself up with one hand. “If you keep it up, I’ll be covering your tits in cum in seconds, Vixen.”

“Isn’t that our goal?” you asked with faux naivety, noticing the way he was starting to swell.

While you angled his cock downwards, to your stomach, he placed a hand under your jaw. He wouldn’t want your face to get accidentally dirty. That was the last conscious act he did before he felt his balls tighten a bit more than earlier, a strong spurt of his semen landing on your neck, the second one between your breasts, and then a third on your left breast, your nipple peaked and glazed in his cum as he slowly came down from an unstoppable high.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said again, truly thankful for the vision of him braced over you, completely ecstatic, head thrown back as he roared in pleasure, his throat beautifully exposed.

Too bad you couldn’t put your mouth on it.

It took him a full minute to come back to reality, and when he did, he inevitably noticed that he was still hard and you were still unbelievably horny right below him.

“Joon?” you called.

“Yes, Vixen?”

“Do you think you can slip your cock inside me and make me cum with a vibrator on my clit?” Your request was posed curtly, efficiently, almost as if you were asking him how a telescope works.

He rose from his half slumber at that. “Sure about the vibrator?”

You nodded. “The mild one, you know. The one from your ring.”

He thought about it for a millisecond before kissing your forehead. “You’re a blessing”. He thought it even more as a cascade of chuckles left your mouth. He took off your pump, a tiny bit distracted by the need to suck on your wet nipple, to draw a hickey where your neck had been stained by his orgasm. Next he slipped in, slowly, whimpering at the way your cunt was soaked and puffy and full. “You feel so fucking incredible?”

“Different from usual?” you wondered, a tiny gasp leaving your mouth as he settled.

“Just very sensitive. Like round three at six in the morning,” he explained, you humming in understanding.

“It feels a bit like that actually, now that I think of it.” You laid back while he pressed the tip of the vibrator to your chest, collecting some slickness before bringing the toy to your clit and switching it on.

Your reaction was immediate. “I am sensitive,” you exclaimed before squealing, your inner walls contracting and Namjoon shifting a little. It was the combo of fullness and clitoral stimulation that made you come apart in three minutes. And then again, five minutes later.

Namjoon was shocked. After the second orgasm, he just pulled out and wore the ring, fucking you in earnest. Your usually difficult third high rolled around like nothing, Namjoon reaching his climax together with you.

He thought he was done but apparently not yet, his back on the mattress while you ground on him, taking a pause from the vibrations before placing them on the highest setting and riding him, sliding back and forth. You knew he preferred it when you bounced, but his hands led you on a rolling motion until you collapsed forward, too exhausted to cry out, just shivering in his arms, trembling as your muscles succumbed in fatigue.

“Goodness,” you exhaled once all toys were out of the picture, your body laying on top of Namjoon’s while you slipped his cock back inside you, enjoying the easy connection coming from the gesture.

“What a night,” he agreed. You were both sticky and needed a shower, but first he needed to make sure you were okay emotionally. And cockwarming was specifically what you both needed. “How are you?”

“Tired,” you replied straight away. “Very fucking in love with you.”

“Language,” he reminded you before holding you closer. The shivering wasn’t stopping.

“Let’s take a bath, mh? You’re shivering. You need to relax.” He rubbed your back energetically before massaging your thighs. “You did amazing, babylove.” He cuddled you some more, staying quiet for a minute before asking, “Do you still not like the toys?”

You shrugged. “Can we talk about that later? I’m not ready yet,” you replied, still too biased about the experience to give judgement.

He nodded. “Sure thing, little fox. Come on, to the bathroom.”

“To the bathroom,” you agreed with a yawn.

Namjoon smiled. He loved aftercare baths. But he loved you more.

#kim namjoon x reader #Namjoon smut #Namjoon pwp #Namjoon fluff #Namjoon x vixen #bangtansorciere #houseofddaeng #thebtswritersclub #52hertz #thetruthuntoldnnet #Kim Namjoon fanfiction #kim namjoon scenario #Namjoon x Vixen

[doctorbeth]

Stripes the 50 year old tiger

This will be a longer post, because it’s all about the details, and there was a lot of going back and forth with photos and emails to get Stripes and his stripes just right.  So be sure you’re comfy when you sit down to read it. :-)

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Stripes person first wrote to me back in December about her tiger, Stripes, and his companion RedEye the snake.  Both were starting to feel their age, but as she said,

“ As you can see Stripes is in the most need of repairs. Personally, I’m guessing that a full recovering is needed, but I’m certainly no expert and will follow your advice.  Here are some pics which show Stripes fur disappearing and soon he will be bald.  Amazingly he has no damage that I can find. His ears need some stuffing, but they have never been tall, firm standing Teddy Bear ears.”

Here are the diagnosis photos she sent:

As you can see, his belly section was pretty good, but his furry parts were wearing and fading.  His person really wanted his fur recovered, in an orangier rather than tanner fur, and she opted for him to have a spa too.

Here he is in his bubble bath:

Once he was dry, he got restuffed and of course, got a heart with a bit of his original stuffing.  Here’s his heart being made:

Then it was time to choose furs.  As some of you know who’ve been reading for a while, usually with tigers we use a solid fur of the preferred background color, then add the stripes by hand afterwards.  Here were the best fur options:

His person opted for the orangier, furrier one.

Stripes got recovered, and some smaller wounds on his belly were sewn.  Then, it was time for hand striping.  I did some basic  striping, and then sent photos for feedback:

His person’s first response was:

Beth, you’ve made me cry at work.  I’m absolutely over the moon with Stripes new look!!!  Holy cats he’s looking beautiful!!  You are AMAZING!

But I was asking for striping feedback, and she happily provided it:

The stripes.  Thank you for being so conservative. :) I would like to add some more stripes. I’ve included an updated pic that shows where I would like some stripes added.

Tail:   Could you put 2 stripes in a ring pattern around the tail? They continue the black spots you started. I also noticed with other Gund tigers that the ring was painted at a slight angle or sprayed as 2 “halves”, not a straight ring that looked like a raccoon’s tail. (pics)  I know that there was more black at the tip of the tail, but I don��t think the whole tip was black.

Back Leg:   I’ve continued your 3 spots into stripes.

Body:  I’ve added 2 stripes, but if you will notice stripe #2 is in the shape of a ‘V”. (I remember this detail as a child)  The stripes do NOT have to line up with the fabric underneath.  They didn’t before.  :D

Face: I’ve added a short stripe above Stripes’ right eye. This detail always gave him a slight serious look without being mean. (not a lot of slant to the line, if any) I have always loved this detail about him.  And I’ve elongated the stripe on his forhead.

Beth, I’m pretty sure we will be adding some more stripes to the back, especially his head but I thought we might tackle this bit first.

She closed with:

Again, I just absolutely can’t thank you enough for your beautiful and loving work on my best friend. I have been showing people the before and after pics for the last 5 hours.  I’m so happy!!!

So back to drawing stripes on Stripes I went.  Here are the next batch of photos:

Stripes person was thrilled:

Stripes looks spectacular!!  I mean he is just awesome with the stripes that you’ve filled out.

She wanted just one more stripe.  She sent a photo, but it was in another format, so I won’t put it here, but she also described what she wanted very well:

So I just have 1 more stripe for you.  If you look at my pic, you will see that I’ve drawn a line over the small black dot that is on his forehead.  In the last pic you sent me you can still see that it’s just a spot and not a stripe.  Could you lengthen that spot into a stripe for me?

Please note the position. When you are seated facing Stripes, this stripe includes/starts at the black spot and runs towards the right.  You have a pretty stripe that’s higher on the head already placed on the left so this one goes off to the right and is the same length as that one.

Adjustment made, I sent another photo (you can see the printout with her line instruction next to him):

Her response:

Perfection Achieved!  I’m so so happy!!!!   How many exclamation points can I put in an email to show you how perfect Stripes is!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Stripes got packed up and headed home to a grateful human and snake.  Here he is at home with his pal, RedEye:

His person was soooo happy!  She wrote a very long thank you, with a history of Stripes and RedEye, and I don’t want to edit it, so I’m copying it entirely here for you to read.  But you can skip it if you want and just know she was happy!

Hi Beth,

Sit back and relax.  This may be a little bit of a long happy read.  :D   Please feel free to use any content or pics from my emails for your blog.

I waited anxiously for Stripes to arrive.  Yes, my husband signed for the box and I couldn’t wait to get home!

And so the moment has arrived.  I brought Stripes best friend Redeye in from the bedroom to help me open the package. We open,  I close my eyes dig in past the packing peanuts and pull out our best friend.  Oh My Goodness!  He is beautiful! bright! and colorful! He practically glows! I see his face. Yes, yes! It’s Stripes!  I see the same face I’ve gazed into and loved for 50 years. And that’s when the tears start. Crying, mouth open in shock but my husband says he’s never seen me happier.  ..After many long years, I can finally cuddle my friend again.

Beth you have given me back something I thought I would never have again.  I love Stripes so, but I couldn’t, didn’t dare to pet him or cuddle him. I had to be so gentle, so afraid that I was doing more damage to him. But now all that is over!  I can sleep with my buddy by my side. I can take him on vacations again!  I’m tearing up just writing this.  I can’t express my joy…absolute joy over the work you have done. Stripes looks like a beautiful and bright toy again.  Thank you Beth.  Thank you so very much.

…And I’ll be sending Redeye to you some time in February.  I’ll be sure to email you first to start the process.

And here’s a little history about Stripes.  Stripes was a Christmas present in 1969. I have always loved tigers and I was in deep love the moment I saw him. He has enjoyed play tea parties with me, and watched drive-in movies sitting in the back window. He has looked over the candy hauls that I collected during Halloween and been in a beautiful oak tree during the crisp dry autumn. (Carefully placed on a towel, but he needed to experience a tree. He is a tiger after all.)   He has been with me in Japan for a year and traveled all over the US northwest  looking out of a train window. And he has done all these things with Redeye by his side.

--But let’s face the facts, in the last few years my friend was disappearing before my eyes. There was good fortune that his seams were okay but the fur was coming off. His stripes were completely gone in areas. He was looking more yellow everywhere. And I dared only to pat him. That’s when I began to search for help to restore my friend and so I found Realms of Gold on the internet.

Beth has been wonderful, corresponding with emails and working out details by sending pictures back and forth. She listened to my input and was absolutely amazing at applying the stripes in the right places. We actually discussed exactly where to put them.  :D  I trust Beth’s skills so much that I will be sending Stripes best friend Redeye along soon.  He was amazed and so happy with Stripes look, that he can’t wait to go to Realms of Gold!

Okay Beth, this may be a little serious but I wanted to express my honest feelings, and let you know why this has been so important to me.

With my 2 stuffed animals loosing hair and looking tired a sobering thought occurred to me. If something happened to me, what would happen to them? We have no children to give them to. We can’t donate them because being so worn out, no one would take them. And the thought that they might end up in a garbage bin was too much. Of course for me, my goal was to pet, play and enjoy them again.  That goes without saying.  But now, seeing Stripes beautiful bright colors, I am happy and secure in knowing that years from now, I can donate or will him to a children’s home where he will continue to be loved. (I have several friends who grew up in orphanages and we think it’s a wonderful idea.)

Thank you so much Beth!!!!!!

I don’t know about all of you, but that made me smile all day. :-)

#stuffed animal repair #stuffed animal hospital #stuffed animal cleaning #stuffed animals #tigers #tiger #stuffed animal tiger #toy tiger

[hangovercurse]

Babies, Bathrooms, and Birth Control

Colson and Casie both want a new addition to the family, but you don’t feel ready.

Request: “Could you write a story about Colson wanting to have a second child with y/n. She loves him, but isn't quite ready. Maybe Casie talks about wanting a little brother or sister. Maybe Colson tries to hide her birth control pills. It doesn't end with pregnancy, but Colson and y/n have a deep talk about maybe in a year or two”

Colson x Reader

Warnings, Cursing, hiding birth control, general angst

A/N: Hope this is what you wanted, I had a lot of fun with this!

Word Count: 1905

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“Casie, make sure he doesn’t eat that.” You chuckled, watching Ashton pick up a piece of paper from the coffee table and move it towards his mouth. Casie, who was sitting on the floor watching your boyfriend’s nephew, grabbed the paper from the boy’s hand, picking him up and setting him on her lap.

“You can’t eat that Ashton, you’ll get sick.” She talked to the infant in a baby voice, making you smile.

Colson and Ashleigh were having a conversation next to you about upcoming music and projects. You tried to keep up with the music talk but got lost after the first few minutes, so you decided to watch Casie play with her cousin. The girl adored him, entertaining him with toys and playing games with him. It was endearing.

Ashleigh stood up, seemingly wrapping up her conversation. “Ashton and I have to go, but it was good to see you guys. I’m sure we’ll be back soon.”

Casie groaned and you and Colson laughed. “Why can’t you two just have a baby together already, then I’d get to do this all the time.”

You knew her comment didn’t really mean anything, but you still looked down awkwardly, avoiding the conversation. Ashleigh laughed, taking her son in her arms. “See you, Ash.” Colson smiled.

“Bye Ashleigh!” You put on a smile. “Bye Ashton!” You said in a baby voice, overexaggerating your wave to the boy.

Once the door closed behind them, Casie turned to you and Colson, who had his arm around your shoulders. “I wasn’t joking.” The girl said, crossing her arms.

“Okay Case, we get it. Now drop it, that’s something for the grown-ups to talk about.” Colson said in his best dad voice, which wasn’t all that great.

Casie tilted her head at her dad, her pouty eyes staring into his. Finally, she gave up, “Whatever. You guys should definitely talk about it though.” She smiled, skipping off to her room.

You looked at Colson, raising your eyebrow. He laughed, pressing his head against the side of yours and scrunching his nose. You giggled, tilting your head so his landed on your shoulder. You turned your attention to the TV in front of you, chuckling as you saw one of those new kids show playing.

You turned and kissed the top of Colson’s head, moving to stand up. He grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back towards the couch. “Noooo, I wanna cuddle with you.” He pouted. You rolled your eyes, chuckling. If any of his bandmates were here to see this, they would never let him live it down.

“I gotta get a shower, it’s getting late.” You smiled as his hand continued to grip yours.

He looked up at you, a sly look in his eyes. “I could help you with that.” He raised his eyebrows at you, eliciting yet another eyeroll from you.

“Orrrr, you could clean up down here since it’s kind of a mess.” You dragged out the “or” to tease him, which obviously worked.

“Baaaabbbyyyy. Why do you hate me?” He groaned even though he was smiling.

“I don’t, my love. But I do hate dirty dishes.” You tried to hide your smile at his distraught expression. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do it.”

He pouted his lower lip, “two kisses?”

You sighed, like it was a hard decision. “Okay, two kisses.”

“And I get one in advance.”

You chuckled, leaning into him and pressing your lips to his. As you went to pull away he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to giggle. “Colson, I need a shower, I stink.”

“Yeah but what would you rather do, shower, or kiss me?” He leaned in again, capturing your lips again.

You let yourself give in for just a moment, your lips melting into his, before pulling away. “You can get as many kisses as you can bear when I smell better.” You whisper, pecking his lips before climbing off of him.

“Now that is a deal I will take!” He yelled as you walked towards your shared bedroom, getting ready for a warm, inviting shower.

 “Hey babe, have you seen my pills?” You called into your bedroom from the bathroom, searching the cabinets and drawers.

Colson came into the bathroom, sweatpants low on his hips. “What pills?”

“My birth control pills. I swear I put them in this drawer last night.” You motioned towards the second drawer on the right. “I can’t find them.”

He made a face, his head tilting to his side. “Is there anywhere else you would have put them?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve checked basically everywhere.” You sighed. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Babe its okay, you can just get some more tomorrow.”

You sighed, “That’s not how it works, babe. I can’t get a new pack because I was only like halfway through the last one. It’ll throw my routine off for like, ever.” The confused look came back to Colson’s face. “There’s this schedule with pills. Sometimes I have to take a different pill on certain days.”

“Okay, and you’re sure you didn’t put them anywhere else?”

“I’m almost positive, Colson. I take them at the same time every night, in the same place. I always put them in the drawer.” You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, trying to calm yourself down.

He nodded, “I’m gonna check the drawers in the bedroom, maybe you put them in there?” He left the bathroom, and you could already here him searching through drawers.

“Colson I know they’re not in there.” You yelled to him, opening the drawer in front of you for the 15th time, just in case they magically appear.

“I found ‘em, babe.” Colson came back in the small room, holding up the metal package. “They were in your side table drawer.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, knowing you wouldn’t have put them there. “I definitely didn’t put them in there.”

Colson shrugged, “Maybe you just forgot you did?”

“No, Colson, I remember standing here, taking it, and putting it in the drawer. I didn’t put it in my drawer.”

“Well they didn’t get there by themselves.”

“No, they didn’t.” You squinted, your mind drifting to Casie’s comment earlier. You felt silly for even thinking it, but it seemed like a very Colson thing to do.

His expression changed to one of hurt. “What, you think I hid them? Babe I wouldn’t do that.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I mean, I’m just saying even if I did- which I didn’t- what’s the harm in missing a few days?”

You squinted harder at him in disbelief. “I dunno Colson, I could get pregnant?”

He bit his lip, looking down. “What’s so wrong with that?”

You were taken aback, not realizing how bad he wanted this. “Babe, we’re not ready for that. I’m not ready for that. I- we’re not even married yet.” Your breathing got heavy, confusion the only emotion you could feel, confusion and disappointment.

“Do you think I was ready for Casie? But she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you said you didn’t care about all that marriage shit.”

“Cols, I know you weren’t ready for Casie, but we’re a lot more careful. We use precaution so that we can be ready.”

He looked hard at you, making you feel like the bad guy. “So you don’t want a kid with me.”

You sighed, hands coming to meet at the bridge of your nose. “I don’t want a kid with you right now. I’m not saying I don’t want it to happen ever.”

“Why?”

“You don’t want to marry me. A baby is a much bigger commitment than that.” You hated the way you sounded right now, but you couldn’t help yourself.

He looked upset, “You told me you were okay with not getting married.”

“I told you that a year ago, Colson. We’re hitting our 4th anniversary this year. I’ve known people who get married after less. I just- I don’t get it. If you’re not willing to commit to that then how can you say you want a baby?” You let out a breath through your nose.

“So you think I’m not committed to this relationship? To you?”

“Did I say that Colson? No. I’m just saying that if I’m gonna make a life changing decision with you, I want to know you’re ready. I need to know you’re all in.”

“We don’t need to get married to be all in.”

“Why don’t you want to marry me.” Your voice broke, and you hadn’t realized how intense your emotions had gotten until that moment.

Colson’s expression softened after seeing the pain in your eyes. “Baby it’s not that I don’t want to marry you, I love you. I just don’t understand why we need to hold this big fancy ceremony to prove it to everyone, much less to each other.” He moved closer to you while he was talking, until he landed a few inches in front of you, his hands reaching for your hips.

“That’s what people do, Colson. They buy fancy outfits and invite their friends and dance to cheesy music. I love you, Col, and I know you love me. But is it so bad to want that?” Your voice came out as a whisper.

He pulled you closer to him, “No, it’s not at all. I’m sorry, baby I didn’t realize it meant so much to you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his bare middle. “And I’m sorry for hiding your birth control. It was really stupid and selfish of me. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you about wanting to get married, I should’ve brought it up to you.” You said, kissing his chest and then looking up at him, resting your chin on his skin. “And I don’t not want a kid with you, Colson. I don’t think I’d ever love anything more than having a child with you, I’m just not ready for that right now.”

He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “That’s fair. And it is totally your decision when you’re ready if you’re ever ready.” He kissed you again, deeper than before. “But also I can’t fucking wait for you to be carrying our baby.” He giggled.

“Well, in the meantime, there’s no harm in practicing making a baby.” You said, a sly smile on your face. You tried to maintain your sexy façade, but you couldn’t help but laugh at how cheesy that sounded.

Colson bit his lower lip, a smirk on his face. “I would have absolutely no problem with that.” You moved away from him, grabbing his hands and interlocking your fingers. He backed up towards the door, leading you into the bedroom. “Oh, I never asked babe.” He paused, pulling you back into his body and kissing you. “You wanna get married? Like start planning and shit?”

You giggled, moving your lips to meet his. “Are you proposing to me, Colson Baker?”

His face turned red, “Well, I don’t have a ring, but I’ll get one and then I’ll do it properly. But for now, whaddya say?”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Colson Baker I would love to marry you.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker fluff #colson baker imagine #colson baker angst

[darkshadow90]

President Loki x reader: Trapped in the void

Summary: You’re pruned and end up in the void. President Loki saves you from Alioth, but it comes at a price. You hope someone will save you from him. Eventually you meet another Loki variant who looks exactly like President Loki, but he’s very different. 

A/N: Hey guys. If you remember my post sharing my thoughts on President Loki, I mentioned I was planning on writing more President Loki x reader one shots. This is an idea I’ve had that’s darker than the one I wrote earlier. The reader is pruned and meets President Loki. He is not nice to her at all. Remember when I said I thought President Loki was Loki’s worst traits in one package? I wanted to put some of that into this one shot. This will be a dark one shot and does not attempt to romanticize his actions toward her.  Don’t worry though. She has a happy ending. Warnings: Abusive relationship, implied sexual assault (it’s referenced, but not specific so no smut), verbal abuse, referenced periods of starvation. If any of this bothers you, you should probably skip this. Other than that I hope you like it :)

You woke up after being pruned in some strange place. “Oh, and what do we have here?” It was a Loki variant, that much you knew. He was wearing a horned headpiece as if it was a crown. He was wearing a formal green suit with a “Vote Loki” pen fastened on it. He looked you up and down, examining your appearance. “Clearly you’re not a Loki. You’re a Midgardian.” You saw a monster in the sky. “And that is Alioth, no one other than a Loki has survived here. These men are my lesser variants. I suppose you could say I’m king here, or rather I soon will be. If you’re wise, you’ll come with us.” You really didn’t have a choice, as you didn’t want to be killed by Alioth. Regardless, you didn’t like this Loki variant. He appeared to view himself as presidential considering the “Vote Loki” pen on his suit. He was arrogant. He thought he was above others. He didn’t bother to ask you what your name was. Unfortunately, you would come to dislike him even more.

All of you eventually made it back to the bunker. You went down first, and everyone else followed. “Welcome to your new home, pet. I’ll explain the rules. You will only answer to me and no one else. When I want something from you, you will give it to me without question. When I give you an order, you will obey me. You are my property. I own you. If you do as I say, you will be well cared for. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do you understand?” You nodded. He placed a finger underneath your chin and lifted your head so you were looking at him. “I expect an answer, pet.” His eyes showed that he loved being in control. “Yes...I understand.” He was pleased with your answer. “Good girl.” He dragged you to his bedroom. It was nice and relatively clean considering the living situation.

He closed the door behind him. “I think you’ll do nicely. Be a good girl and take off your clothes.” Your voice caught in your throat. “What?” “You heard me. You didn’t think this wouldn’t be part of the arrangement, did you? It’s been so long since I’ve had someone in my bed. You should thank me. I could’ve left you out there to die.” You knew what that meant. “Please, Loki. I don’t want to sleep with you.” “Would you prefer if I tossed you  out there?” “No.” “Then do as I say.” You took off your clothes and the assault began. It was brutal. Loki was not gentle. He wasn’t considerate of your comfort or safety in any way. He did what he wanted. It was finally over you just laid there staring at the ceiling. Loki seemed satisfied, ‘but you didn’t care. “I think I’ll keep you.” He left the room.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like time was infinite. Given that you were in a wasteland, there wasn’t much food. You ate what you had. Loki continued to use you as he pleased, he berated the other Lokis. He was an autocrat. You didn’t dare say anything. The few times you didn’t do what he said, it resulted in more fear and harsh punishment. “That’s enough for now. We need to get some rest. I have another bunker and more lesser variants to conquer.” It seemed like you had just fallen asleep when you were woken up. “Get up, pet. We’re going after that bunker.” You followed him closely all the way to bunker. Just as you approached it, the hatch opened. A Loki who looked just like the Loki you were with was at the top of the latter. He was wearing a dirty light blue shirt with a brown tie with the sleeves rolled up and brown pants. “Ah, hello. Which one of us are you?” The Loki you were with asked.

You and the rest of the Lokis climbed down inside the bunker. “About that deal we made, I’ve decided to make a new bargain.” “What? You can’t go back on your word!” “Come on. What did you expect? This is my bargain. My army, my throne.” The Loki who looked like your Loki looked at you. You couldn’t be too sure, but you thought he was expressing sympathy. Of course your Loki noticed him looking at you. “Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in my toy. Go on, pet. Give him a show.” You felt your stomach churn. “But--” “Now!” He practically threw you at the other Loki, but the other Loki caught you before you could fall to the ground. “Don’t keep him waiting.” You gave the other Loki  a pleading look. “No. I’m not doing this. I’m not going to make her do something she doesn’t want to do.”

His response shocked you. Was this Loki a good person? You weren’t sure, but he didn’t seem mean-spirited. “What have you been doing to her? I can see bruises. Have you been feeding her properly?” Your Loki chuckled. “I merely took what was mine. She belongs to me. I must say I never thought mortal bodies could be resilient enough. I suppose now I know why that dolt of a brother likes them so much.” He smirked, proud of his statement. “You are disgusting. You treat her like an animal!” “I see no difference. And who are you to preach morality? You are me, after all. You’re telling me you wouldn’t take what belongs to you?” “There was a time when I wanted a throne, but I’m not that person anymore. Even if I was, I would never do what you did to her. I have friends to find so I can get out of here.” “Well, isn’t that touching? Very well.” Your Loki snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground, signaling he wanted you next to him.

The other Loki pulled you close to him. “What’s your name?” “Y/N.” “Y/N, you don’t have to go to him. You can come with me. My friends were pruned which means they’re here too. We’ll find them, and you can get out of here. Trust me.” “Pet. Get over here. Now.” Your Loki gave you a warning look, you could tell from his tone that he was losing patience. “I want to go with you, but he’ll never let me go.” You whispered to the other Loki. “You’re a person, not a possession to own, Y/N.” You decided to trust him. “That’s it. I warned you.” Your Loki started to approach you, but the other Lokis turned on him and a fight broke out. You took your chance and followed the other Loki through the portal. True to his word, he found his friends. Mobius and Sylvie. Mobius offered everyone a chance to go back. “Y/N will go with you, Mobius. We still have work to do, but we’ll see both of you soon.” You hugged Loki and thanked him before going through the portal with Mobius.

#dark loki #Loki Fandom #Loki Laufeyson #president loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki (marvel)

[buck-nialled]

Thigh High - N. Horan Imagine (18+)

NOTE: just some good ol’ thigh riding smut with niall. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

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Another day your package is late marks another day you are left unsatisfied in quarantine. Ironically, the start of lockdown was blissful, sex-wise. Staying home whilst putting a hold on both of your jobs gave the perfect excuse for you and Niall to pleasure one another and release all the pent-up stress. And it continued for weeks, which led to the two of you building quite the stamina between the bedsheets.

As of now, though, the sex has reached a rapid decline due to Niall’s new work from home situation. After not being nominated or congratulated with any major titles during the year, your boyfriend was determined to focus his attention back on his writing, at least a little bit. The constant distractor that was Niall’s dick no longer attending to fulfilling you daily had you resorting to buying a toy...or four. Perhaps it was a sign from the universe that nothing could satisfy you as greatly as Niall’s cock could, or just bad karma that granted you the message your package has gotten lost in transit and will arrive several days later than anticipated.

Needless to say, that unfortunate email left you more frustrated than before and in need of some stimulation. As the day progressed, the rising meter of tension inside of you only reached new highs. It was not until Niall seated himself on the other side of the couch, notebook in hand, that your well-maintained facade combusted.

He was teasing you, you were certain. What other reason would he decide to skip his regular shave and leave visible stubble for your eyes to perceive at their leisure? Just the thought of his dark scruff marking the inside of your thighs made you bring your legs closer together. He also sat bare-chested and in sweatpants. This was nothing out of the ordinary for his indoor attire but seeing as it was the same clothes he had been donning himself with these past few months, it only encouraged your promiscuous thoughts,

“Ni,” You murmur, poking his cotton-clad thigh with your bare foot, He hummed, peeking his head up to catch sight of your figure. You swore his eyes held the same darkness they did in the bedroom, but there was a good chance your mind was playing tricks on you now.

“Can we please go spend some time with each other? Alone?” Desperation and hope were drowning you, alongside the building wetness in your panties. But both seemed to deflate immediately when Niall elicited a sigh.

“I’m sorry petal, there’s just this melody I can’t seem to leave alone yet. Give me a few hours and I promise--”

“A few hours?” You whine, slipping your bottom lip outward to form a pout. “Niall, please, I can’t wait that long.”

“Then go take care of yourself. I know you know how.” He replies with an amused smirk.

“No, I need you, Ni. Please,” Your whines morphed into whimpers, which in turn, morphed Niall’s smirk into a gratified smile.

“You really can’t get off without me anymore huh?” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip while his eyes make a full trail up and down your horny presence. “Alright,” he pats his thigh over the sweatpants covering them, “hop on.”

“Huh?”

“If you need to cum that badly you can fuck yourself on m’ leg. Chop chop,” he orders, patting the same thigh a few more times. It was a sexual endeavor neither of you has attempted before today. But judging by Niall’s eager instructions to straddle his one leg, and the slick growing rapidly between your legs, it was something the two of you were all too excited to perform.

After stripping yourself down to your undergarments, and then bare after Niall’s demand of “those too,” you carefully shuffled in front of him and set your naked core against the material of his sweatpants. What should have been a shaky breath upon settling there turned into a hybrid squeal of surprise and moan of pleasure as Niall took the lead and bounced his leg up and down. Moments later his pale skin was introduced to your nails latching onto his biceps for dear life and he accepted the feeling with a low chuckle.

“I need to get back to work, but you have fun.” He delivers you a fond smile, before turning his attention back to his notebook. Your initial reaction would be to elicit a few more whines, but you decided to be grateful that he was at least giving you something. Even if that something is his thigh.

You obeyed his direction to “have fun”, and were soon found grinding your body back and forth against the cloth on his leg. The stiff muscle staying firm against your naked mound only contributed to your pleasure, which introduced itself to Niall’s ears through every moan. Each time your swollen clit received a particularly nice stimulation from the action, your lips couldn’t help but wobble in a cry. Niall tried appearing as though the lyrics written on the page intrigued him, but his pupils struggled not to flick over and study your hardened nipples instead.

“Niall, fuck.” After a couple more moans featuring his name, a ravenous growl finally left his throat. A small thump, which you could only assume to be Niall’s journal against the floor was heard, before his calloused hands took purchase against your hips, now controlling the tempo of every movement.

“God, you make such pretty noises. You like ridin’ on my thigh like a good girl?” His words sounded like gibberish to you in your erotic haze but still fulfilled their purpose in spurring on your movements. Arching your back allowed Niall the perfect view of your nipples, and therefore, the perfect opportunity to bring his head down and take one into his mouth.

After a sharp intake of breath, you sped up the constant roll of your hips as his tongue continued flicking your nipple. Moans and whimpers of all octaves were elicited while he worshipped your chest, ensuring to leave small marks in his wake. Even if it was only the two of you who saw them, a reminder of who made you reach highs you never dreamt possible is always appreciated. His mouth traveled to your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and humming against it, introducing your body to sweet vibrations.

“Ni-Niall, I--” You stuttered, as your hands changed their position against his scalp, gripping his tendrils.

“Yeah, you gonna come for me, petal?” He murmurs, removing his face from between your chest and staring up into your eyes. While being lost in his dark blue irises, Niall sneaks a hand to your clit. The sudden intrusion of his fingertips against it left you breathless, and nearly red as he began rubbing furious circles against it. The two of you were panting from the delectable sight of each other. As the knots within you were near unraveling, Niall’s lips came up to your ear and huskily whispered. “Do it. Be a good girl. Cum for me.”

A strangled cry clawed its way out of your throat. Simultaneously, tremors of pleasure wracked your body as the cool sweat prickled your skin. It took a few moments for Niall’s hands to maneuver your contented figure off of his thigh. When you were completely off of him, your previous seat of his sweatpants displayed a small wet patch.

“God,” Niall moans, examining the spot wafting your aroma. He slides a hand beneath his pants to palm his hardened cock, “how long until your package comes? We gotta do that again.”

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Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

-

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

-

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

-

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only  made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

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[yikesharringrove]

I have a headcanon that Billy doesn"t really know how to apologize like most people do. To him, the words are kind of empty so he just does things for people instead. Things like replacing all of the dishes with better quality ones for the Byers, making the girliest clothes Max hates disappear and replaced with things she likes, a new slingshot showing up in Lucas's locker, breaking into a car to fix it. Steve is weirdly charmed by it.

These may both be you? But here’s a combo since they’re p much the same idea

anonymous asked: Billy has forgotten how to actually connect with people so he shows affection through acts of chaotic good, like planting catnip all over the yard of the lady who allergic for yellomg at Max or breaking into a car so he can fix the engine. Steve figures out Billy is the one doing all these oddly kind things but he is still kind of intimidated by the blonde so instead of thanking him out right he just leaves things like cigarettes and baked good for him in his car. Have fun with that one!

This got pretty long so I put some of it under the cut.

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Billy didn’t believe in the words I’m sorry.

They just didn’t make sense  to him. He had never heard the words when someone actually meant them, and fuck knows he’s never actually meant those words before.

But that does not mean there aren’t things in his life he regrets.

For example: beating the shit outta Steve Harrington.

He felt like absolute fucking garbage about it. 

Harrington hadn’t deserved that shit. Billy was just runnin’ hot that night, and Harrington had been unlucky enough to have bad timing.

But he didn’t know how to fix it.

So he started leaving snacks in Steve’s locker.

He noticed how he would always be giving his friends the food off his fucking plate, so he would shove granola bars, candies, even made him a sandwich one day.

He watched as Steve would eat whatever it was Billy had left for him, just fuckin’ chowed down without question.

He would look into classes, find out where Steve sat and leave little treats on his desk.

“Mr. Harrington, I think you may have a secret admirer.” Steve flushed a little at the cupcake, and shoved it into his mouth in two bites at the beginning of history class, but he wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, and figured whenever this chick came forward, he would thank her for being so thoughtful, and let her down gently.

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After leaving Harrington alone with all his snacks, Billy set his sights on his other regret.

He had Max hadn’t always fought and bickered. True, Billy wasn’t the warmest, when they first met, but once he got his car they would drive around together a lot. He’d take her to the arcade and the boardwalk. They both didn’t like being home too much.

So when Billy’s informed he’ll be watching Max for the weekend while Neil takes Susan to the city, he forms a little plan.

There’s one Chinese restaurant in Hawkins. It’s totally not authentic, not like the dim sum they used to get wandering around San Fransisco, but they had steamed pork buns and Billy picked up eight.

He let Max do whatever she wanted that weekend, figured they would have better luck with one another if they both acted like outdoor cats, coming and going as they pleased, but come Sunday evening, all the pork buns were gone, and there was an unopened pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

-

Regret number three: Lucas Sinclair.

Billy probably felt the most fucked up over this kid.

He’d gone after him, a fucking child, in his blind rage.

He had figured that out when he came to on the floor of that weird house, sitting up empty and alone, realizing I’m just like Neil.

He had seen all those kids with their nerdy toys, went out to RadioShack, early Sunday morning, leaving with a light wallet and a new idea.

Dustin was arguing with Mike over the realism of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, like there was anything realistic about it.

Lucas rolled his eyes, opening his locker, his mouth dropping open when he saw something inside.

He pulled the bag out, peering inside.

There were six brand new walkie talkies inside.

They were better than the ones they already used, had further range and more channels.

Everyone went silent.

“Um, these aren’t mine.”

Max’s eyes went wide. She snatched something up from the top shelf of Lucas’s locker.

The new Wrist Rocket had a note attached to it. She knows this handwriting, but couldn’t place it.

Enjoy the new gear. Don’t quit saving the world.

“Do you think they’re from Steve?”Max furrowed her brows at the note.

And then everything clunked into place.

“Maybe.”

The boys were tearing into the new walkies.

She got two cokes from the vending machine at lunch, handing one quietly to Billy when she got in his car after school.

-

Billy doesn’t really know what he’s doing here.

He had driven Max to one of her nerdy little friend’s houses, and somehow he got roped into staying? He doesn’t even remember.

But now he’s standing with a short kind woman, in the exact kitchen he beat the shit out of Harrington in, with Steve himself leaning against the other wall, watching the kids like some kinda hawk.

Billy’s hands were shaky, and he inserted himself into washing dishes from dinner.

He noticed most of them had chips, and all of them were mismatched. He put them away quietly, and drove to the nearest home goods store he could find.

Ceramic plates didn’t run too much, and he got a nice set of three different sizes, twelve plates of each size, light blue like the one he broke.

He left them on the porch, parked his car down the road a ways.

He rang the doorbell, sprinting and diving into the bushes before anyone can see him.

He watched as one of the sons, the one his age, the one in his English literature class, opened the door, his brow furrowing at the box of new plates.

“Um, Mom? Somebody left us a set of plates?”

He closed the door, but the took the plates with him.

-

Billy was sitting on the lawn, had just finished raking up all the damn leaves, and was taking a well-earned smoke break as he watched Max skating up and down the street, practicing her kickflips and ollies.

She cut into the driveway across the street, the only one on the entire block that was well paved, no cracks in the cement.

“Get out of here!” Max started as Mrs. Reynolds, a mean old woman was shouting through her screen door. “You little hooligan! You’re going to leave marks!”

Max bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she boarded back over to their house, standing next to Billy.

“I’ll be having a word with your father!” She rolled her eyes as Billy ground his jaw.

Cat nip was way more expensive than Billy was expecting, but he bought plenty of packages, returning home just past sunset.

He waited until about three in the morning, when Mrs. Reynolds’ sprinklers had finally turned back off before he climbed out his window, spreading the cat nip through her yard.

He flipped her house the bird.

Max was awed at the cats the next morning as Billy drove them both to school.

There must’ve been at least a hundred.

“Isn’t Mrs. Reynolds allergic?” Billy tried not to laugh.

“Damn. That sucks for her.”

-

Billy was sitting on the hood of his car, reading one of his lit books while he waited for Max to get out of her nerd club.

He startled a little bit when someone knocked on the hood.

And it was Harrington, smiling sheepishly at Billy.

“The Byers got some new plates last night. You know anything about that?” Billy tracked the thin scar on Steve’s head. It disappeared into his hairline. Billy wonders how long he had sat in front of a mirror, picking glass out of his thick hair.

“Who’re the Byers?” Steve huffed a laugh.

-

Max was standing in front of the mirror looking like a grumpy old cat.

Susan had bought her a lovely new dress, and Max fucking hated it. Susan was fussing over it, saying I ordered it from the Sears catalog! and can you believe it was only fifteen dollars?

Billy slipped a five and a ten into Susan’s purse later that day, taking the dress to the Goodwill downtown.

He found Max a couple crappy t-shirts there, bands she would hum to on the radio, shit like Journey and Foreigner, and slid them into her closet where the dress used to be.

She wore one the next day, blinking slowly at him over breakfast.

He avoided all eye contact.

-

Steve has long legs.

this was of course something Billy always knew, but watching him stalk in all his righteous fury down the street towards the high school really solidified that fact for Billy.

He was stomping, his strides long as he hustled to class. Billy thought about offering him a ride, didn’t think they were there yet.

Billy found himself in Steve’s driveway later that night, popping the hood of Steve’s dead car and searching over everything with a flashlight.

Billy rolled his eyes.

Steve had probably always paid someone else when his car broke down, didn’t realize if your oil was low, your car wouldn’t work.

Billy kept a few cans in his trunk, refilled the bad boy for Steve, making sure that was it.

He found nothing else wrong and Steve pulled into the school parking lot the next morning.

Billy could feel Steve staring at him when he walked into school.

He found Steve sitting on his car at lunch, holding the sandwich Billy had snuck into his locker, and a loaf of bread wrapped in cling film. .

Billy raised an eyebrow.

“I saw you last night.” His cheeks went hot. “Thanks for fixing my car. And all the snacks and stuff. And for the Byers’ plates. And for all the stuff with Max.”

“Nothin’s happened with Max.” Steve appraised him for a moment.

“She said you’re being nicer.” He held up the bread. “Homemade banana bread. Made it while you were being not at all stealthy fixing my car.” He smiled at Billy, one a’ those perfect sunshine smiles Billy had only ever seen Steve direct towards his kids.

“I just changed your oil. Car won’t run if you don’t got oil.” Steve furrowed his brow.

“My gas tank was full. I had just filled it.”

“Nah Pretty Boy, oil. It’s different.” And Billy took a deep breath. “Could show you, if you like. Teach you some basic car shit. How to jump, how to change a tire.”

Steve beamed at him.

“I’d like that! I don’t know shit about fixing cars. Always figured it would go way over my head.”

“It’s pretty easy. There’s usually only a few major things that go wrong in nice cars that are easy fixes. You’ll figure it out quick.” Steve slid off his car, and Billy lamented that for a minute, liked how Steve looked perched on Billy’s car, wondered how he’d look in the passenger seat, in the backseat-

Steve pushed the bread into Billy’s hands.

“Y’know, I forgive you. For that night.” Billy tightened his jaw. Steve’s eyes were a little green in the sun. “There was a lot goin’ on, and I was being sketchy. I don’t hold it against you.”

“I, uh, thanks, I guess. I’m sorry, about it.” Steve smiled at him again, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a bit.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve took a bite of his sandwich, his cheeks all cute and full. “And I’m more of a ham and cheese fan.” Billy rolled his eyes at Steve, taking with his mouth full of turkey sandwich.

“Sorry man, you get what Susan buys.” Steve laughed, his mouth still full. Billy was uncomfortably endeared by it.

“Don’t be surprised to find some lasagna on your porch one night soon.” And Steve winked at him, walking backwards towards the school. “You’re not so bad, Billy.”

“Tryin’ not to be.” Steve gave him a stupid little finger gun. Billy’s heart melted.

“You’re doin’ a good job.” And Steve set off back into the school.

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[bakugousbottombitch]

Fox Tail

Characters: Bakugou

Genre: smut, 18+

(Degrading, small amounts of pet play, dirty talk, face fucking, forced orgasm)

AN: This is my first time writing full on smut so please be nice. 

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You run inside after waiting desperately for your new toy to add to your collection. You pull out your new fox tail butt plug from the package including a pack of lube and a rabbit dildo. You run to the bathroom to clean them knowing your roommate is in his bedroom next door.

You’ve constantly imagined what would happen if he caught you with your toys. Would he get embarrassed and walk out? You always wondered if he would secretly crave to join in.

Spreading your legs with your stomach against your bed, you have lube in one hand and your toy in the other, you soak your butt plug and slowly push it inside you. This size is bigger then your previous one. You whimper quietly when it slides all the way in.

Looking into the mirror, you shake your ass slightly checking out your tail. You’ve always been curious about one, but was too embarrassed to admit to yourself that you truly desired to own one.

“Hey do you...” A gasp comes out of your mouth from shock when your roommate, Bakugou opens the door seeing you bent over the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He says after getting cut off by this unusual sight. He turns around and starts to walk out not knowing what to say.

“It’s not what it looks like! My friend got it for me as a gag gift and I wanted to see how stupid it was!” You panic and grab your blanket wrapping it around you.

Bakugou laughs at you. “You’re pathetic to blame this on your friend. I’m not a dumbass, unlike some people here.” He chuckles out. “I’ve honestly wondered what it would be like to fuck a slut with something like that.”

He turns back around walking your way. “Only if you are okay with that.” Bakugou traces his thumb over your cheek and smirks at you before grabbing your blanket and throwing it onto the bed.

Blushing embarrassed you look into his eyes not knowing what to say. You’ve always dreamed of today. You become flustered imagining what he is going to do next.

“Do you want me to make that pretty little pussy sore? Daddy would love to make you scream.” He grabs you by your waist pulling you close to him.

“Y-yes please” you mumble embarrassed. You feel pathetic standing in only a T-shirt with a tail swinging back and forth against your ass.

“Awww how cute. It’s yes daddy, sir, or master. Just know that I won’t go soft on you. After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Tonight you are going to be my little bitch.” Bakugou chuckles. “You better take a vacation day bitch because your pussy won’t be the only thing that’s sore tomorrow.”

You shirt gets thrown off and you get shoved onto the bed. He crawls above you kissing and sucking down both sides of your neck.

“I’m going to crave you for now on. Let me take good care of you. I’ve been waiting to do this for weeks.”

He sucks on your nipples licking and biting both. Caressing and squeezing your tits. Rubbing your pussy softly.

“Please daddy, I want you.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. Bakugou grabs your throat tightly giving you a stern look.

“I’m the one in charge here. Keep complaining and I will just go back to my room and let you lay here all soaked and desperate with your little butt plug.”

He pulls on your tail slightly making you squeak.

“That’s what you get. Next time it will be worse, but instead it will be my dick in your ass.”

Bakugou moves down to you soaked pussy and rubs your clit softly before shoving a finger in. He stares at you watching each facial expression you make. You moan out when he adds another finger in.

He stands at the edge of the bed holding onto his hard cock.

“Come here kitten. Suck daddy’s cock.”

You crawl to the edge of the bed grabbing onto him gently and swirl your tongue around his tip before he grabs the back of your head to face fuck him.

“I told you I’m not going to go easy on you. Next time learn to lock your door.” He says with his tone going deeper. He moans softly with his mouth closed. His hands still on the back of your head. You try to move back to take a big breath but he doesn’t let you. His cock down your throat making you gag. Bakugou finally puts his hands down.

“Face the other way now.”

You turn around flustered when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You feel your tail moved up onto your back. Moans come out in an instant when he shoves his cock inside you. You feel so tight with him along with your tail. You become sore from how full you feel.

“Mmm baby girl you’re so tight. I feel like I’m going to stretch you out.”

He tries to speed up, but struggles to even move inside you. You whimper from your tail being pulled out fast.

Bakugou wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you close to him.

“That feels better doesn’t it? I should’ve kept it in to make you even more sore, but I decided to give you a little break.”

He wraps his hand around you and starts rubbing your clit. Your breathing starts to increase as you become closer and closer. More moans escape from your mouth. He moves you back down onto the bed and grabs your hips moving as fast as he can.

“Oh... fuck... my little... slut.. you feel.. so good.” His breathing increases but he keeps his pace steady.

“I’m getting close. I want you to cum with me at the same time.”

He moves his fingers faster on your sore clit. Your arms become weaker by how fast he is going.

“You will cum in 10... 9... 8...”

He continues to count down. Your pussy is so sensitive, and you become even closer to finishing.

“3..2...1”

He finishes counting and groans out. You squirt out from all of the pleasure onto his cock. Dripping down your thighs to the bed. With a mixture of his cum dripping from your sore pussy.

Bakugou takes a moment to catch his breath, but soon walks out to the bathroom and comes back with a towel.

“Here let me clean this up for you.”

He wipes you down with the towel gently knowing how sensitive he made you.

“I know I made you exhausted. Go ahead and get comfy. You’re lucky you had this blanket. If not then we would have to wash your sheets. My little cum slut.” He chuckles to the thought of getting to call you that for now on.

After he finishes cleaning the mess up, he gets into the bed and lays behind you.

“Thank you d-daddy.” You say quietly.

“You’re welcome teddy bear. Anytime.”

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