#<- didn’t let me tag just hickey but I think that’s him

[callme-holly]

“I’m not in love” by 10cc for Dallas and it’s like angst or him playing with readers feelings

𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐃.𝐖

𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

||۶ৎ inspired by the song 'i'm not in love' - 10cclistening while reading is recommended.

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I’m not in love. So don’t forget it; It’s just a silly phase I’m going through… 

The room had fallen silent long ago, the final moments of lingering heat dissipating into the night like they’d never even existed. The only signs anything had even happened are the tangled mess of sheets, the heavy rise and fall of your chest, and the lingering scent of sex still hanging in the air.

The fan spins above you, circulating cooler air about the room, like it’s erasing the final traces of whatever had sparked between you both; it blew the flame out before it had even ignited.

You're pressed against Dallas’ side, like a barnacle clinging to a rock during a storm; stubborn, desperatle, unyileding by the pull of the tide.

He’s ignoring you, focused entirely on the cigarette dangling between his lips, the smoke curling up into the air like a ghost.

“Dal?” You breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, lost to the drone of the night.

He barely hums in response, a half-hearted acknowledgement. 

“You staying tonight?” 

He pulls the cigarette away, letting out a long exhale before finally letting his eyes flicker down to you, icy blue meeting your own warm eyes. “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, doll.” 

And you can’t deny the way your heart sinks just a little further in your chest. “You never stay…” 

Usually, he slips out before you even have the chance to drift off, pulling his clothes on and pressing a distant kiss to your lips before disappearing into the night. He never leaves much behind; just a burnt-out cigarette and a few hickeys… 

“What do you think this is, huh?” The words come out sharp enough to make you flinch away, like he’d cut you, the blade sinking straight to your heart. 

“I… I thought…” You trailed off. 

What was this? Love? A fling?” You didn’t know. And that’s what stung. 

“I’m not in love with you, sweetheart, if that’s what your wonderin’.” The sheets rustle as he stands, ignoring the way your eyes follow him, trying not to look at the sadness lingering behind them, the way they turn glassy. 

“Then why do you keep coming back, Dallas?” 

No answer. 

He tugs on his jeans, back turned to you, like he’s afraid to face you and the grief-stricken look carved into your features. 

“If this is just sex to you, then why do you keep calling me? Why won’t you just find a broad who won’t get attached?” 

And just like that, the world seems to stop spinning just for a moment. Your words hit a nerve, attacking something vulnerable inside of him. 

“You’re real easy to come back to.” He shrugs on his jacket, finally turning just enough for you to see his expression; stone cold, features lit only by the dim glow of the moon as its pale rays seep in through your window. “That's all.” 

“That's all?” And the way your voice cracks hurts him more than anything, more than any fist or knife ever could. It’s like a punch straight to the gut, knocking all the air out of him, leaving him gasping and at a loss for words.

But only for a few fleeting seconds. 

He nods, resigned and brazen. One final time. 

“You’re not my girl.” 

And with that, he’s gone, the sound of the window clinking shut echoing behind him along with every other memory you had made of him.

But he’d made none of you.

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[castametric]

my good friend @wesleytreehouse sent me a watching guide for the terror a while ago and I lost it but it turns out I didn’t need it anyway:

[drafts-and-delusions]

Baby leaves too many marks

Tags: Dom!Baby Saja, marking, hickeys, biting, teasing

IM LITERALLY COMBUSTING YALL CIUSBFUFEAOUB PLEASE BITE ME SIR

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“Can you not mark me up like a chew toy for once?”

You’re standing in front of the mirror, tugging your collar up in a losing battle to hide the constellation of purple bruises and glowing red bite marks across your neck and collarbone. A few of them still sting when you press down.

Baby’s sitting on your bed behind you, sprawled out like he owns the place. He looks criminally relaxed with his shirt half-buttoned, one arm behind his head, and golden eyes tracking you like a lazy predator.

“That’s rich,” he says, voice deep and dry. “Coming from someone who was begging last night.”

You throw a pillow at him.

He catches it mid-air, doesn’t even flinch. His yellow eyes flick lazily up to meet yours in the mirror.

“You bit my shoulder,” you hiss, pointing. “It looks like I fought a stray dog in an alley.”

Baby stands up, slow and smug, and comes up behind you. His hands slide around your waist, cold fingertips brushing under your shirt. He presses his chin to your shoulder and speaks against your skin.

“You didn’t fight a dog,” he says. “You let a demon have his fill. There’s a difference.”

You feel his smile as he kisses your neck right on the sorest spot. You yelp, but he just laughs, low and breathy.

“Besides,” he murmurs, “you look good like this. Ruined. Marked.”

“Yeah, well,” you mutter, weakly elbowing him, “I can’t exactly wear a turtleneck in July.”

“Not my problem.” His smile curls against your skin.

You glare at his reflection. “Do you want people staring?”

He smirks. “Let them. That way they’ll know you’re taken.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then he tightens his grip just enough to remind you what those hands did the night before.

“Unless,” he adds, voice low and deliberate, like he’s testing you, giving you an out he knows you won’t take. There’s a smirk tucked beneath every syllable. “You want me to stop.”

And just like that, you're quiet. He flashes a smug grin.

“Didn’t think so.”

[kiwiatoll]

DAMN IT NERD ⋆˚࿔ ARE YOU LISTENING?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dirty talk = nerd talk, jake likes legos ✿ scene jake is sweet, dumb, and accidentally packing a weapon between his legs. no one understands how he landed his insanely hot gf, not even him. but she loves him anyway, even if he won’t shut up about legos, star wars, or his ridiculous love for her… especially during sex. note let’s pretend jake likes star wars ─── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re not even sure how you got here.

Well, no… you do know. You were in bed, legs tossed over Jake’s shoulders, back arched, spine pressed into the mattress like a damn sticker. He was inside you. Deep. Relentlessly deep, like he was on a fucking mission.

You weren’t sure what the mission was, but Jake clearly was.

He was, talking.

Still.

“You know the Republic Gunship set?” he pants, rocking into you a little too slow for how breathless he sounds. “I’ve been saving up for it. It’s so cool. It has, like—twenty clone troopers. Twenty. And they all have these little helmets that come off. I didn’t even know they did that until—until I watched this review last week—shit, you feel so good—wait, so anyway—”

You cut him off with a groan, fisting the sheets. “Jake.”

“Huh?” He looks down at you, blinking like a golden retriever who just got caught chewing drywall. “What?”

“You’re talking about Legos again.”

“Oh.” He pushes his hips forward with a little whine. “Sorry. You’re just so warm and I was thinking about that set and how cool it’d be to build it with you while we watch Clone Wars and—and—fuck, you’re squeezing me again.”

You squeeze him on purpose this time. “That’s because you’re babbling about minifigs while you’re raw inside me, Jake.”

His eyes go big. “You like when I’m raw inside you.”

“I did. Before you compared it to building a Lego set.”

“Okay, okay, fair.” He nuzzles your neck like he’s not splitting you in half. “But also? You’re kinda like a Lego set.”

You stare at him. “Jake.”

“I mean that lovingly.”

You drop your head back against the pillow. “I swear to God, if this is going where I think it’s going—”

“Because like. You’ve got all these beautiful little pieces. And I wanna learn how they all fit together. Every time I touch you it’s like I’m figuring out where the next part goes—”

“Jake.”

“—like, do I kiss here?” He sucks a hickey under your jaw. “Touch here?” Trails his hand between your legs. “Or maybe—fuck—maybe I just fuck you and see what happens.”

You’re clenching again. Hard. And you hate that it works.

He beams. “See? You do like my metaphors.”

“I like your dick,” you hiss, arching as he thrusts up and hits that spot. “I tolerate your metaphors.”

“You love my metaphors,” he says smugly, fucking deeper like he’s trying to prove it.

You moan into the heel of your palm. “You’re insufferable.”

Jake whimpers, forehead tipping to yours. “You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.”

“You’re hot when you shut up.”

He slows, just a little, and looks genuinely wounded. “You don’t like when I talk?”

“I love when you talk,” you gasp. “Just not when I’m trying to come and you’re talking about fucking battle packs.”

“Oh.” He slips out almost entirely, just to push in again, hard. You cry out. His ears go pink. “Noted.”

You try to glare. You really do. But he leans down to kiss you and his stupid soft lips and stupid tongue make you forget how to breathe, let alone stay mad.

And the way he’s throbbing inside you doesn’t help.

Jake pulls away with a dumb little grin. “I think I’m gonna come. Can I stay in? I know I asked earlier but I wanna make sure it’s still okay—”

“Jake, yes, God, yes—”

He sinks into you one last time and shudders, full-body, like he’s short-circuiting. You feel him twitch, warm and heavy, and moan his name as his hand clutches at your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away.

He comes like he’s overwhelmed. Pretty and flushed, forehead pressed to your collarbone, one hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline.

You’re both panting. Slick. Shaking a little.

And then.

“Did you know the Lego Titanic set is almost four feet long—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry! I’m just—still inside you and happy and thinking about boats and I love you and—”

You grab his face and kiss him hard. He whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching again, not soft at all.

You pull back. “You’re gonna shut up now, right?”

“Totally,” he breathes, blinking fast. “Except—can I keep talking if it’s just about you?”

You blink. “Maybe.”

Jake buries his face in your neck. “Cool. ‘Cause I was gonna say, you’re prettier than every minifig I’ve ever owned. Like, if you were a collectible, I’d never take you out of the box.”

You groan. “That’s not romantic, Jake.”

He laughs. “I thought it was.”

You wrap your legs tighter around him and sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“I’m lucky you let me fuck you.”

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then, very slowly, starts moving again. Just a little. Deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.

“Can I stay in?” he murmurs. “Just for a bit?”

You nod.

He smiles. “Cool. You feel better than any Lego set.”

You cover his mouth. “Just fuck me.”

You don’t know why you let him stay inside. You really don’t.

Maybe it’s the way he’s so big, the way he fills you up like you were made for it. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm brain melt. Maybe it’s the genuinely tragic puppy-dog look he gave you when he asked if he could just stay for a little while longer.

You said yes. Like a fool.

And now he’s talking again.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he mumbles against your collarbone. “If you were a Lego piece, I feel like you’d be one of those rare ones that only come in, like, three sets. And I’d trade my whole collection just to have two of you.”

“Jake.”

“Or like, like if I was building a Millennium Falcon and your piece wasn’t in the box? I’d cry. Like actual tears. I’d email Lego Customer Support and tell them it was a tragedy. I’d say my girlfriend is missing. That I can’t build without her. That it’s ruining my life—”

“You’re still inside me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m being romantic.”

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Your idea of romance is comparing my vagina to missing plastic.”

“It’s not just plastic, it’s—hey, wait—” He props himself up on an elbow, wide-eyed. “Are you getting mad again?”

“I’m not mad,” you sigh. “I’m just. So full. And so tired. And you’re talking about spaceships and crying and clone troopers while your dick is still hitting my goddamn cervix.”

Jake flushes. Hard. “Oh. Sorry. I’m just…this is like, peak life for me. Like, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I think about it a lot and it makes me feel like I should be doing more. Like, you’re smart, and you wear those little skirts that make my brain short-circuit, and you never make fun of me for how much I love Star Wars even when I definitely deserve it—”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you getting hard again?”

He pauses. You feel him twitch inside you.

“…Maybe.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I can’t help it!” he whines, and somehow he sounds genuinely upset about it. “You’re so warm and soft and I like how you clench when I say dumb stuff, and I know I’m not supposed to keep talking, but I love you and I’m having a feelings crisis and also your tits are out and I didn’t even mention them yet.”

You uncover your eyes and glare. “Don’t.”

Jake glances down at your chest. Immediately goes pink. “Too late.”

You shift under him and he moans, a soft, helpless sound like he’s ashamed to have made it. You can feel him starting to get hard again, slow and steady like a threat.

And the worst part is? You like it. Your body’s already reacting. He’s still so thick, so deep, and now he’s whining like he can’t help but want more of you.

“God, you’re pretty,” he whispers, like he’s confessing something serious. “And I’m, ugh, I’m such a loser, I know. Everyone always asks how I got you and I never have an answer. They’re like, ‘is she into Legos too?’ and I have to lie and say yes, just so they don’t try to hit on you.”

You laugh. You shouldn’t, but you do. “So you lie about me being into Legos to keep me safe?”

He nods solemnly. “It’s the only way.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Jake beams. “Your idiot.”

He leans down and kisses you again, sloppy, soft, so sweet it makes your stomach flip, and you groan against his mouth when he accidentally rocks his hips.

And just like that, you’re clenching again. Wanting him. Wanting it all over again.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Oh. That was—yeah. We’re doing it again, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Not if you keep talking.”

“I can be quiet!”

“You can’t.”

“I can. Watch—” He places a hand over his own mouth.

You raise a brow. “You look ridiculous.”

He wiggles his brows, nods, then thrusts.

You gasp. His hand flies off his mouth. “Oh fuck, that was hot—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He puts it back. Mutters behind his palm, “I just love you so much.”

You stare at him, flushed, wrecked, still hard and inside you, his hand awkwardly slapped over his own mouth, and you realize something terrible.

You’re gonna marry this dumbass.

You sigh, toss your head back, and say, “Fine. Just shut up and fuck me again.”

Jake nods furiously. Slips his hand from his face and whispers, “Yes, Captain.”

You sigh into the pillow.

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd

[cameronsbabydoll]

BASIC TRAINING — CHAPTER EIGHT

WARNINGS — Violence threats, toxic jealousy, hierarchy disrespect, power imbalance, references to hickeys/marking, possessive behavior, tense confrontations, emotional manipulation, 18+ only.

You’ve been holding your breath all morning, like the air itself might give you away. The base feels smaller today, the concrete walls closing in, every sound too loud—boots on gravel, a distant radio crackling, the hum of soldiers in the mess hall. You’re clutching a clipboard, your chest, pretending to review supply requisitions, but the words swim in front of you. All you can think is about is the mark on your thigh. Not your neck, thank God, but high enough under your skirt to make you paranoid every time you move.

Last night, in Rafe’s bunk, his hands were relentless, his mouth, his teeth. You’d begged him to be careful, whispered “not where anyone can see,” but he’d just grinned, his lips brushing your skin as he murmured, “Don’t worry, sunshine. This one’s just for me.” You’d been too lost in him to argue, too caught up in keeping quiet under his hand, in the way he made you unravel. Now, in the sober light of day, you’re terrified someone will notice—not the mark itself, but the way you’re carrying it, like a secret that’s too heavy to hide.

You’re in the supply office, sorting through crates, when your dad finds you. The door swings open, and his boots hit the floor with purpose, like he’s marching into battle. You flinch, the clipboard slipping in your hands, and turn to face him. His eyes are sharp, scanning you like he’s looking for evidence.

“You missed breakfast,” he says, no greeting, just the Captain’s voice, cold and direct. “And you were late with the inventory report yesterday.”

You swallow, your throat tight. “I’m sorry,” you say, setting the clipboard down to keep your hands from shaking. “I overslept. I’ll get the report done today.”

He doesn’t move, just stands there, arms crossed, his captain’s bars glinting under the fluorescent light. “You’ve been off,” he says, voice lower now, like he’s trying to keep this private. “Distracted. Careless. That’s not my daughter.”

You nod, eyes fixed on the floor, because looking at him feels like confessing. “I know. I’ll do better.”

He steps closer, and you feel the air shift, heavy with suspicion. “Look at me,” he says, and you force yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes flick over you, lingering on your face, your hands, the way you’re standing—like you’re hiding something. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

The question hits like a punch, and you shake your head too fast. “No, Dad. I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you. You can see it in the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex at his sides. “If someone’s messing with you,” he says, slow and deliberate, “you tell me. I don’t care who they are. I’ll handle it.”

Your heart lurches, because he’s not just talking about trouble. He’s talking about someone. You force a smile, small and shaky. “Nobody’s messing with me. I’m just… tired.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment, then nods, but it’s not agreement. It’s a warning. “Get that report done by noon,” he says, turning for the door. “And stay out of the barracks. I don’t want you wandering where you don’t belong.”

The door shuts behind him, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your hands are trembling now, and you press them to the crate, trying to steady yourself. You’re safe, you tell yourself. He doesn’t know. He can’t know.

But then you hear it—a low chuckle from the corner of the room.

You spin around, heart in your throat, and there’s Rafe, leaning against a stack of crates, a cigarette dangling unlit between his fingers. He’s in his fatigues, dog tags glinting under his t-shirt, looking like he’s been here the whole time, watching.

“Jesus,” you hiss, your voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He smirks, twirling the cigarette. “Checking on my girl,” he says, voice low and teasing, but there’s something darker in his eyes, something possessive. “You’re jumpy today, sunshine. Daddy got you spooked?”

You glare at him, but it’s weak, because your pulse is racing, and not just from fear. “You can’t just… sneak up like that,” you say, glancing at the door. “If he’d seen you—”

“He didn’t,” Rafe cuts you off, stepping closer, his boots silent on the concrete. “And he won’t. I’m good at keeping secrets.” His eyes flick to your skirt, and his smirk widens. “Like that little mark I left last night. You still feeling me?”

Your cheeks burn, and you cross your arms, trying to hide how much he’s getting to you. “This isn’t a game, Rafe. He’s suspicious. He asked if someone’s messing with me.”

Rafe’s eyes darken, and he closes the distance between you, his hand brushing your arm, just enough to make you shiver. “Is that what you think this is?” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “Me messing with you?”

You open your mouth to answer, but before you can, the door swings open again, and you jump, stepping back from Rafe like he’s fire. It’s not your dad this time—just Private Daniels, a skinny kid with a mop of red hair, carrying a box of ammo. He freezes when he sees you, his eyes darting to Rafe, then back to you.

“Uh, sorry,” Daniels mumbles, setting the box down. “Didn’t know anyone was in here.” His gaze lingers on you, and you see it—the quick glance at your neck, where your hair’s shifted just enough to reveal a faint bruise. Not the mark on your thigh, but another one, smaller, from Rafe’s teeth two nights ago. You didn’t even know it was there.

Daniels’ lips twitch, like he’s fighting a grin, and you feel your stomach drop. “Nice hickey, Captain’s kid,” he says, voice half-teasing, half-awed, like he’s stumbled on gossip too good to keep quiet.

Rafe goes still, and the air in the room shifts, heavy and electric, like a storm about to break. “What’d you say?” he asks, voice low, deceptively calm.

Daniels blinks, realizing too late he’s stepped in something dangerous. “N-nothing,” he stammers, backing toward the door. “Just… kidding.”

Rafe steps forward, slow and deliberate, and Daniels freezes, his bravado gone. “You think it’s funny?” Rafe says, his voice soft but laced with menace. “Talking about her like that? In front of me?”

You grab Rafe’s arm, your fingers digging into his bicep. “Rafe, don’t,” you whisper, because you can feel it—the violence simmering under his skin, the way he’s itching to make Daniels regret it. “He’s just a kid.”

Rafe doesn’t look at you, his eyes locked on Daniels, who’s practically shaking now. “Apologize,” Rafe says, and it’s not a request. It’s an order.

“I’m sorry,” Daniels mutters, eyes on the floor. “Didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Get out,” Rafe says, and Daniels doesn’t need to be told twice. He bolts for the door, the box of ammo forgotten, and you hear his boots slapping the concrete as he runs down the hall.

You let go of Rafe’s arm, your heart racing, your breath shallow. “What the hell was that?” you hiss, stepping back. “You can’t just… threaten people like that. He’s gonna talk, Rafe. He’s gonna tell everyone.”

Rafe turns to you, and his expression is hard, unyielding, like he’s not sorry at all. “Let him talk,” he says, voice low and rough. “Let the whole fucking base know. You’re mine, sunshine. I don’t care who sees.”

You stare at him, your chest tight, because he means it. He’s not playing anymore, not hiding, not pretending this is just a fling. He’s protective, possessive, like you’re his territory, and he’s ready to fight for it. It’s terrifying, because you know what it means—if Daniels talks, if your dad finds out, it’s over. Not just for you, but for Rafe. He could lose everything. His rank, his career, his freedom.

“You don’t get it,” you say, voice breaking. “My dad will destroy you. He’s not just my dad, Rafe. He’s your commanding officer. He could have you court-martialed.”

Rafe’s jaw clenches, and he steps closer, his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing the bruise on your neck. “He can try,” he murmurs, voice dark and dangerous. “But I’m not letting you go. Not for him. Not for anyone.”

You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes, because you’re caught—between Rafe and your dad, between what you want and what you know will happen if this keeps going. “You’re insane,” you whisper, but there’s no heat in it, because you’re starting to wonder if you’re just as insane for wanting him.

He smirks, soft and mean, and leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “Maybe,” he says. “But you like it.”

You don’t answer, because you can’t, because he’s right, and you hate it. He pulls back, his hand dropping, and steps toward the door. “Finish your inventory,” he says, casual again, like nothing happened. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Rafe,” you call, desperate, but he’s already gone, the door swinging shut behind him.

You sink to the floor, your back against the crate, your clipboard forgotten. You touch the bruise on your neck, wincing, and try to breathe, but the air feels too thick, too heavy. Daniels saw. Your dad suspects. And Rafe… Rafe’s ready to burn it all down for you.

You’re still sitting there when you hear voices outside—Daniels, talking fast, nervous, to another soldier. You catch fragments: “hickey,” “Cameron,” “Captain’s gonna flip.” You close your eyes, your heart sinking, because it’s starting. The whispers, the rumors, the truth you can’t hide.

That afternoon, you’re in the mess hall, trying to eat, when your dad sits down across from you. You freeze, your spoon halfway to your mouth, because he never eats with you here. Not in public. Not with his men watching.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just cuts into his steak, his knife scraping the plate. Then, without looking up, he says, “I heard something today. About you and one of my soldiers.”

Your stomach drops, and you set the spoon down, your hands shaking. “It’s not true,” you say, too fast, too desperate.

He looks at you then, his eyes hard, searching. “I hope not,” he says, voice low. “Because if it is, I’ll bury him. And you’ll wish you’d listened to me.”

He stands, leaving his plate half-eaten, and walks out, his boots echoing in the silent hall. You feel eyes on you—soldiers, officers, all watching, all knowing. You touch your neck, the bruise hidden under your hair, and try not to cry.

That night, you don’t go to Rafe. You stay in your room, door locked, staring at your notebook. You don’t write, because you’re too scared of what you’d say, of what it would mean to admit how much he’s changed you.

But you know he’s out there, waiting, watching, ready to claim what he thinks is his.

And you’re not sure you can stop him.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Could you do;

Bucky and reader having a kinky 1950s roleplay? Reader being the sun/“housewife” of course

Spicing It Up 1950s Style » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Fiancée!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky’s decide to spice things up 1950s style in the bedroom.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, roleplay, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, blowjob, fingering, female receiving, hair pulling, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, sir kink, slight orgasm denial, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names

A/N: Thank you for this amazing request @marvelobsessed134 🩵 I’m sorry if it’s not as kinky as you wanted it🩵 I tried🥺

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

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You and Bucky have been talking about how to spice up things in the bedroom. Not that yours and his sex life is boring. Yours and his sex life is amazing. You two just like to spice it up from time to time. Bucky suggested that he would love to do something in the bedroom that involves that 1950s, which got you thinking. While Bucky was on a work trip in DC, you bought a cute, but sexy lingerie set that’s from the 1950s.

It came as a surprise to Bucky when he got home today. You greeted your fiancée at the front door while wearing the lingerie set. Bucky was practically drooling when he seen you in it. He wanted to take you right then and there. He wants to tear the fabric off your body with his teeth, but at the same time, he didn’t want to ruin it.

“Welcome home, honey.” You say seductively as you grasped onto the fabric of his suit jacket.

“Welcome home indeed, doll face.” Bucky says, licking his lips as he continues to admire the way you look in the lingerie.

“You’re in for a treat.” You bite your bottom lip.

You grabbed his tie and led him to the bedroom. Bucky dropped his bag on the floor in front of the door, knowing he’ll pick it up later. You had the bedroom lights dimmed down to a romantic level, a few candles around the room lit, and some rose petals on the bed.

“You’ve been busy, doll.” Bucky says.

“That’s what a housewife does, darling.” You say.

“Housewife, huh?” He says.

It didn’t take Bucky look to figure out that you and him are roleplaying. He absolutely loves the idea of it. All he has to do is playing along, which he fully intends on doing.

You pushed his suit jacket off of his shoulders and loosened his tie and took it off. You yanked open his button up shirt, surprisingly no buttons flew off of it. Bucky wasted no time taking his button up shirt the rest of the way off. He dropped it on the floor, letting it join the pile of clothes that’s beginning to pile up. Then he cupped your cheeks, kissing you sweetly and hungrily.

“Get on your knees.” Bucky orders softly.

“Yes, sir.” You replied submissively and obediently.

You got on your knees and stared up at your fiancée with an innocent look in your eyes, waiting for further instructions. You watched closely as Bucky unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper on his dress pants. He kicked his shoes off before taking off the rest of his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. You wrapped your hand around it and stroked it a few times before putting it in your mouth.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Bucky praises softly.

You moaned at his praise. It’s pretty obvious that you have a praise kink.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I praise you for sucking my cock like a good girl?” He coos.

You tried your best to nod your head as you sucked his cock.

“Or should I call you my good little housewife?” He says.

That did it for you. You love that. Being called a good little housewife made your panties even wetter than they already are.

“Good little housewife it is then.” He smirks.

Bucky gathered your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail, holding it in his hand.

“Better hold on, doll. I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He says gruffly.

You held onto Bucky’s thighs to steady yourself and to brace yourself for Bucky to fuck your mouth. He wasn’t cruel about it. He made sure he didn’t hurt you as he fucked your mouth. The gagging sound you made when his cock hit your throat, turned Bucky on even more than he already is. Drool seeped out of your mouth and rolled down your chin, getting on your chest. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. He needs and wants to fuck you right now. He pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair.

“On the bed, now.” Bucky demands.

“Yes, sir.” You replied.

Bucky picked up his tie from the floor as you got on the bed.

“Would you like me to undress for you, darling?” You asked.

As much as Bucky wants you naked, he loves the way the 1950s lingerie set looks on you.

“No.” Bucky answers. “You look absolutely stunning in it.” He says.

You spread your legs as Bucky approaches you, standing in between them.

“Arms out.” He says softly.

You stuck your arms out. Bucky tied his tie around your wrists, making sure it’s not too tight. You scooted back to the middle of the bed and laid down with Bucky’s help. Bucky got on the bed in between your legs. He moved your panties to the side, revealing your soaked pussy to him. He rubbed his fingers against your wet folds, getting his fingers wet with your slick before rubbing your clit.

“Bucky…” You moaned softly.

His fingers moved down to your soaked entrance, sliding two of them inside of you. Bucky watched as pleasure took over your body as his fingers fucked you.

“Oh my god! Yes! James!” You moaned.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, babydoll?” Bucky says gruffly.

“So much!” You moaned and nodded.

Bucky curls his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of you at the perfect angle. You moaned out loud and arched your back in pleasure.

“James!” You moaned loudly.

“Say my name again, doll. I want to fucking hear it.” He says, his voice filled with lust.

“Oh god! Yes, James!” You moaned.

Just as you were about to cum, Bucky abruptly takes his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine at the loss of his fingers. Bucky smacked your inner thigh for whining.

“Quit fucking whining.” He says.

Bucky repositioned himself in between your legs, laying on his stomach on the bed. He began to eat you out like a starved man. His tongue flicked at your clit and his fingers fuck you again. His shoulders kept your legs from closing. He brought you right to the edge once again.

“You’re going to make me cum, James!” You moaned.

That was a mistake to say. Bucky abruptly stopped again, making you whine. You earned yourself another smack on your inner thigh.

“What did I say about whining?” Bucky asks.

“Not to.” You answered.

Bucky sat up on his knees in between your legs. He stroked his cock a few times before sliding it in your pussy. Bucky placed his hands on either side of your head and then he started thrusting at the pace you love. His Army dog tags were dangling above your face as he fucked you.

“The only way you’re going to cum is on my cock.” Bucky says.

“Yes, sir.” You replied.

Bucky, in fact, made it his mission to make you cum on his cock. You were so close to coming twice, but you’re not sure if he’s going to abruptly stop and not let you cum. Then again, maybe he’s not going to do that. He looks close to coming too. He brought his hand down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in a circular motion.

“Oh fuck… James!” You whined loudly. “Please make me cum!” You moaned.

“Oh I will, doll face.” Bucky almost growls.

Bucky sped up his thrusts, bring you closer and closer to coming. The coil in your stomach felt like it was going to snap any second.

“I know you’re about to cum, gorgeous. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He says.

That’s all it took for you to fall apart on your fiancée’s cock, soaking it. Bucky came inside of you shortly after you came. His thrusts stopped. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily.

“Bucky?” You say after a couple minutes.

“Yea, doll?” Bucky asks, looking over at you.

“Can you untie my hands please?” You asked, holding your hands out towards him.

“Not yet, doll face. We’re far from being done, gorgeous.” He says in a mischievous tone.

-Bucky’s Doll

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Pairing: poly! Husbands! Yunsan x Fem! Wife! Reader (mentions of Poly! Ateez, takes place in The Princess universe)

Genre: Fluff, smut

Warnings: It’s a poly! Story so FxMxM, Vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (f receiving), threesome, minor choking. ⚠️MDNI⚠️ Thats all honestly. If I forgot anything please let me know also not proofread.

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Sunshine just started to seep into the room where 2 of the 9 lovers were cuddling. Here one of them started to flutter his eyes open. Right in front of him, the oldest of them all still sleeping peacefully and so beautifully. San smiled and let out a soft sigh. Relieved he finally gets to wake up in the arms of any of his loves again.

He leans in close and softly kisses Seonghwa on the lips before sitting up and stretching. He then carefully gets out of bed then tucks Seonghwa back in again. He puts on his slippers, boxers and fur coat before quietly leaving the room.

As per his lovers wishes he had started dressing like this more often. It was kind of a freeing feeling so he really didn’t mind. He soon made it to the kitchen where he finds you making their cups of coffee.

“Good morning princess.” He smiles.

“Good morning Sannie.” You reply back still turned away from him.

“Oh? How did you know it was me?” He asks amused before hugging your waist and pulling you to his warm chest.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize my husbands schedules, footsteps and voices?” You say cheekily.

“..I understand schedules and voices but footsteps??” He laughs.

“You all walk a certain way and pace! I’ve been with you for.. wow almost a decade now! I think I should recognize the sounds of your steps by now. And I do!” You giggle.

You then turned around softly and handed San his mug. He then thanks you with a kiss on the head before taking it.

“Almost a decade huh? Feels like longer. Feels like we’ve been together forever.”

“I know what you mean. Well we get to spend forever together now.”

“Hmm. Shall we go on vacation for our anniversary?” He asks wiggling his eyebrows.

“I always say we don’t have toooo but you all never listen so sureee” You say with a sigh.

He can only chuckle before taking a long sip of his coffee that you made to perfection. He then sighs content.

“I’ve said this a million times but I really missed this.”

“We know.. we missed you too our love.” You smile softly kissing his jaw as your fingers lightly traces the hickeys and marks left behind by Seonghwa. “Oh my, he really did a number on you.”

“Hmm you should see how I left him.” He chuckles.

“Owh don’t make me jealous now.”

“Oh?” He quirks an eyebrow as he sets his mug down. He then picks you up by the waist and sets you on the counter.

“No need to be darling. Just say the word. And I’ll do it all to you too.” He whispers against your lips.

“Please.”

“Good girl.”

He then quickly captures your lips in a searing passionate kiss. You pulled San even closer wanting to feel his touch all over you. You moan against his lips as he softly grinds against your clothed core.

“Take me to my room please?”

“Anything for my princess.”

He then picks you up and carries you to your room. There he lays you on the bed as he sheds his fur coat once more.

“I’ve missed you, my beautiful wife.” San groans as he kisses you again. Then begins to trail his kisses down. Leaving marks all over you like he said he would.

“I’ve missed you too Sannie. So so much. I’m so glad you’re home again.” You moan out softly as San begins taking off your robe.

“Me too.” San mumbles as he kisses the valley between your breasts before giving each some attention. Your yelps and whimpers are music to San’s ears.

“Have you gotten more beautiful while I was away darling?” San chuckles as he softly kisses down your body even more. Gripping onto your thighs before slowly taking off your soiled panties.

“I don’t believe so. Why would you say that my dashing husband?” You ask before running your fingers through his hair.

He kisses the top of your pubic bone as he feels your grip his hair. Groaning into your flesh.

“Because my heart is racing much more than it used to.” He says before giving your slit a kiss and a long lick. You moan out loudly before looking back down at him.

“Hmm must be just because you missed me too much.” You giggle.

“Maybe.” He starts before giving your clit a soft kiss. “But honestly, you really do get more beautiful whenever I look at you. It happens even whenever I blink. Like I blink and wow, you’re ten times more beautiful.” He chuckles before feeling you push his head into your awaiting cunt.

“Hush.” You giggle.

“Impatient.” His voices one last time, muffled. He then doesn’t waste another second before eating you out like how he always does. Like a starving mad man that hasn’t eaten in weeks. Which he probably is as this is the first time he’s tasted your pretty cunt in weeks.

Your loud moans and the sound of his tongue lapping you up are the only sounds that can be heard in your room.

“Ugh you’ve gotten so much sweeter too. God my wife truly has the best fucking cunt.” He groans out as he goes even faster and his tongue reaching even deeper in you. Before going back to suck on your throbbing clit.

You could barely hear him as unbelievable pleasure courses through your veins. You could only reply with a whimper anyway.

“Mmm. Well isn’t this a sight.” A voice suddenly sounds from the doorway.

Your head snaps up to see Yunho leaning against the now closed door.

“Y-yunnie..! Mmm! Good morning!” You giggle, completely ignoring the fact that your cunt is being eaten right now.

San simply hums to acknowledge he heard Yunho. Not even pulling away and continuing his ministrations.

“Good morning princess. I see San gets to have his breakfast early.” Yunho says as he walks up to you.

“First come first serve.” San muffles out. The vibrations causing you to moan out louder.

“Fuck sannie!!! My love I’m gonna cum!”

Suddenly without warning, you were being choked. Yunho leans down and kisses your ear as his hand stays on your throat.

“Cum for him.”

So you did. You almost screamed in pleasure as you came straight onto San’s tongue. The boy lapping up everything, swallowing what you gave him happily before pulling away. Kissing your core one last time.

“Fuck she’s so sweet..”

“Mmm let me have a taste.”

The hand on your throat quickly changes target. Yunho pulling San to him, smashing their lips together. Yunho hums satisfied, your taste and the natural taste of San’s lips coating his tastebuds.

“Yunho… fuck.. me…” San moans out as Yunho’s hand tightens around his throat.

“Aw? Princess and Seonghwa weren’t enough for you baby?” Yunho chuckles.

“You know I can’t get enough of all of you! And those weeks in that disgusting mansion was practically hell now both of you please! Just fuck me?!”

“No need to tell us twice.” You breathe out. Tugging onto San’s hand, you pull him on top of you once more.

“Is this okay sannie? Me under you and Yunho from behind?”

“Yes yes please!” San moans out desperate especially now he feels Yunho’s hands rubbing on his ass cheeks.

“Prep?” Yunho asks softly as he kisses San’s back.

“N-no.. I’m sure my night with Seonghwa is enough.”

“Okay, I’ll still go slow baby.” Yunho says as he quickly strips and gets some lube from your drawer. Rubbing some onto his dick to make sure he doesn’t hurt his husband.

“Sannie put it in..” You whine, also getting desperate.

With a groan, San positions is dick by your entrance before pushing in slowly.

“Oh fuck!” He groans even louder, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Ready for me Sannie?” Yunho asks one more time, kissing San’s spine.

“Yes Yunho baby please! I’ve missed your big cock so much please!” San whines out.

Yunho can only chuckle before slowly inserting himself into San’s hole. Making him sigh out in relief.

“I’ve missed your tight ass too baby.” He whispers into San’s ear before thrusting sharply. Immediately hitting San’s spot.

“FUCK! God yes!” San screams out before both men started moving in a fast pace.

Soon enough a rhythm between you three were formed. Heightening your pleasure immensely. San thrusting in you, as Yunho does the same to San. It really couldn’t get better.

“God fuck! Yes yes!! Ngh I’m so fucking close already!” San groans. Hearing that you claw into San’s shoulders before starting to grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. “OH YES!! Fuck me like that both of you fuck keep fucking me like that!”

“Shit I’m also close!!” You whimper.

Yunho groans and you both know he isn’t far behind.

“C-cum for us Sannie! Please come for us! Show us how you missed us yeah??” You say into San’s ear.

“Shit!! Yes! Ugh I’ve missed you all so fucking much! Ugh!! I’m cumming!! Yes!!” San screams out before giving you one last thrusts and paints your insides white with his warm cum.

The feeling of his dick twitching in you and his abuse on your clit makes the coil in your stomach snap. Your eyes roll back into your head as you scream out in pleasure cumming all of his dick. As finally the pure pleasure on your face and the feeling of San clenching does it in for Yunho.

“God!! F-fuck I’m cumming to shit! Fuck I’m cumming!!” And with that he pumps his cum into San’s hole.

You all take a breather before the men pull out and flop onto the bed. Still panting, you slowly roll over to snuggle up into San, as Yunho des the same on his other side.

“I love you both..” San pants.

“We love you too hubby.”

“I’m glad you three had fun.”

As you three look up, you see Yeosang standing by the door.

“Hi honey. Morning!” You exclaim.

“Good morning princess. Now all of you rest a bit, then go and take a bath. I already set it up for you in the master bathroom.” Yeosang explains.

“Oh how sweet of you darling. Thank you.” Yunho pants out still exhausted.

“No worries baby. Now rest up, after your bath come join us for breakfast. Also Sannie, my room tonight?” Yeosang asks with a smirk.

San laughs out a bit before giving his husband a wink. “Wait for me.”

Yeosang’s smirks widens and he blushes a bit before closing the door.

“Rest well my loves.”

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✧. ┊    PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Logan Sargeant x fem!reader

✧. ┊    SUMMARY: You celebrate a good race result with your boyfriend and his best friend. (NO USE OF Y/N)

✧. ┊    WORDS: 4k

✧. ┊    TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+, sex, smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, threesome-f/m/m, lovebites, orgasm denial, blow jobs, hand jobs. FILTH. PURE FILTH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Logan wraps Oscar in a hug, patting his back. “A win, mate,” he beams, pulling away and ruffling his hair. “What an amazing result.” 

Oscar returns his smile with a calm one. “Great, indeed. I mean, you did out-qualify a Red Bull several times…” 

Logan shrugs. “Overall a pretty successful weekend.” He wraps his arm around your waist almost involuntarily, which causes Oscar’s eyes to flicker over to you. 

You embrace Oscar, moving to your tiptoes to fit in his arms. “You two were so busy gazing at each other, I was starting to think you didn’t notice me.” 

He crosses his arms after you pull away, his tone teasing. “You really think my eyes would scan the room and not linger on the prettiest girl to exist?” Your cheeks turn a red hue, partly from the compliment, partly from Oscar’s biceps stretching through his sleeves. Logan pulls you into his side tightly at the observation.

You started dating Logan before he went into F1, having supported him through his Prema days when the two of you were in your late teens, with your friendship starting out in your childhood. Naturally, with Logan, comes Oscar since the two have been inseparable after karting together, practically joined at the hip. 

Having been with him for over 5 years, you loved Logan more than life itself. He was the sweetest, kindest and most down-to-earth boy you’ve had the pleasure of meeting. You loved his American accent, messy hair, killer jawline, cute dimples and the crinkles by his eyes when he smiles. You loved him. 

But you found your gaze wandering to Oscar more than you’d ever admit. After a race, when he’d peel off his shirt and reveal his sweaty body, or when he’d hop out of the ice bath, dripping and soaked. There was no denying Oscar Piastri was an attractive man. But this’d be a secret not even a spirited game of truth or dare could pull out of you. 

You loosen Logan’s bruising hold and chirp. “Let’s celebrate!” Logan sighs, biting his lip. 

“Love, I’m not a party kind of guy. You know that.” 

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “That’s not what I meant. Why don’t the three of us go out for drinks? A beer and fries.” 

Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Oscar grins. “Sounds good.” Logan nods along, smiling at the idea of spending a quiet night with his two favourite people. “Although, we call ‘em chips.”

“That’s stupid.” Logan snorts. “Chips are chips. How can fries be chips?” 

“I dunno. That’s just how it is. Hot chips.” 

“Then what do you call actual chips?” 

“Chips.” There’s a brief silence before Logan mutters.

“Australians have no idea what they’re doing, do they?” 

Oscar scoffs. “We’re not the ones spelling ‘colour’ wrong.” 

“Well-” you drag Logan away before the two can wage a war between Australia and America. 

Come pub time, Logan cannot take his hands off you. He trails kisses all over your exposed shoulder and neck, biting occasionally as you get ready. You’re wearing a plain black top and skirt—an outfit you’ve worn many times before in front of the two but you’re not wasting good outfits on these buffoons. 

“Baby,” he whispers hotly against your skin, drawing circles with his tongue. “Let’s ditch Oscar. Come on, let me have you.” He’s making your mascara application increasingly hard, one hand wrapped around your hip, the other squeezing your ass. 

“No, you can’t ditch your friend after a maiden win.” He groans, mumbling incoherent curses. He settles for feasting on your shoulder, leaving hickeys every now and then. Nothing Oscar hasn’t seen before, though. Sometimes you wonder if he even notices. 

“You’re my favourite thing to taste,” he bites your neck gently. “So pretty. So gorgeous.” 

You snort. “That is such a lie. You once cried over a turkey.” 

“Fine, second favourite.” He chuckles low, spinning you around to face him. He leans in for a kiss on the lips, blocked by your hand. 

“Lipstick.” He shrugs and moves to your nose, blocked by a hand again. “Highlighter.” He sighs, ghosting your cheek. “Blush.”

With an overdramatised groan, he rests his head against your collarbone. “You’re killing me, baby.” He finds solace in running his lips over your neck. You swat off his pouty face, earning some freedom to reach the door before he slams your back against the wall. Smirking at your gasp, he gets on his knees, pushing up the hem of your skirt and kissing your thighs. “You think he can get rid of me that easily?”

You chuckle, resting your head against the wall. “And people say Oscar’s a koala.”

He stops his momentary assault, frowning. “Are you insinuating I’m clingy?”

“No.” You say simply.

“Good.”

“I’m downright saying it.” With a growl, he bites your inner thigh hard enough to leave a red mark, soothing with his tongue after. You stare at the new addition to bruises and marks on your skin. You sigh, tugging the blonde’s hair. “Alright, Lo, we’re gonna be late.”

He mutters a ‘stupid Oscar’ before standing up and offering you a hand, going from whore to gentleman really quick. “Shall we, m’lady?” You smile, slipping your hand in his. 

Oscar waits with a beer in his hand, seated at a table in the corner of the bar, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. “What took you so long?” The Aussie questions, putting his phone away. 

With a click of your tongue, you sit opposite him, with Logan taking his place next to you. “Someone here got distracted.” You shoot a glare at the Williams driver giving you a sheepish smile.  

“Ah.” Oscar remarks, his eyes flicking over your bare shoulders, assessing the hickeys that decorate the skin. “I can see that.” He licks his lips quickly enough to be mistaken for a trick of the light before initiating conversation with his best friend. An hour or two in, you feel Logan’s hand settle on your knee, gently drawing circles. You dismiss the action as affectionate until he trails it up slowly, reaching your inner thigh. The smallest hint of a smirk crosses his lips as his eyes are locked on Oscar yapping. 

You shift his fingers away, pushing them back down to your knee. He listens and manages to keep it there for a solid 10 seconds before he inches up again. He doesn’t have to even look at you to see your reaction. When Oscar gets distracted by his mum’s text message, you lean over to him and whisper. “Logan. No.”

He whines, giving you his brightest smile. “Pleeeaaaasseee? I’ll be gentle.” 

“No. Not in public.” 

“We did it in the driver's room on Friday and you didn’t seem to mind.”

“Well people are actively watching here.” 

“Relax,” he chuckles softly. “No one’s looking.” Your gesture to the McLaren driver seated before you two. “Then be quiet,” Logan dismisses, rolling his eyes. He moves his fingers a little too close to your centre, eyes fixed on you. “If you don’t want it, just say the word.” 

You swallow thickly. Sure, it was risky. You were more concerned about Oscar than any of the other patrons, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him. But the heat of Logan’s hand had you clenching and aching. You nod, granting him consent. The boy beams, turning back to Oscar as he finishes responding to his supportive mum’s texts. 

Oscar’s eyes fly to you again, and his throat bobs for a split second before he registers Logan’s question and proceeds to answer. You’d known Oscar as long as you had Logan. Not to mention, you had the biggest crush on him growing up before realising Logan was the one. He took care of you and treated you with the utmost respect, even punched a boy in the stomach due to a distasteful nickname. Oscar wasn’t proud of acting violently but doesn’t regret standing up for you. You were his best friend too, after all. 

Too busy eyeing Oscar, you’re not prepared as Logan shoves his fingers inside your underwear and teases your clit with his middle and ring finger. You gasp a little, your body shivering, which catches Oscar’s attention. “You good? You can take my jumper if  you’re cold.” You clear your throat and shake your head to decline his sweet offer. You look at your boyfriend’s stupid face, seeing a full smirk adorning it.

His fingers slip lower, pushing his fingertips just inside your entrance. Your hips squirm beneath him but you bring your beer bottle to your mouth to silence your moan. With a fake cough, he fully rams his fingers inside you, making your eyes shut tight. You immediately compose yourself before Oscar has the chance to deduce what’s going on. 

Logan works with a steady pace, his fingers scissoring, his thumb brushing against your clit every now and then. A tear rolls down your eye from the toe-curling pleasure and the pressure of keeping it silent. You’re playing fairly well until Logan curls his fingers inside you and hits a spot that makes you see white. You let out a soft groan and Oscar’s smile disappears. 

“Quiet.” Logan’s whispered yet hostile voice addresses you. He curls them again, emanating an erotic moan. Oscar blushes violently, but his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows what’s going on and he wants more. 

“It’s getting pretty late. We should head to our rooms.” Logan states monotonously like everything was perfectly fine. 

Oscar nods, swallowing thickly and regaining his voice. “You’re right. It’s been a long day. I'll sort the bill out.” Logan winks at him in thanks before turning to you as Oscar leaves. He can tell you’re seconds away from falling apart and being the kind boyfriend that he is, he pulls out his fingers, denying you release. His tongue darts out to clean his fingers, groaning when he tastes your arousal. “Fuck. How sweet.” He sees your frown and pecks your lips. “You fail to be quiet…you don’t get to come” With that, he walks off, joining Oscar without even bothering to help you for your shaky knees. He glances back at you, smirking devilishly when you wobble over to the pair. 

Logan was the sweetest, kindest and most down-to-earth boy you’ve had the pleasure of meeting. But when he sexually frustrates you like this, you feel like throttling him. 

Oscar’s insistence to watch a movie before bed wears the two of you down and you reluctantly give in, following the boy to watch ‘Love Actually.’ To no one’s surprise, his hotel room is twice as messy as yours and Logan’s. Which is saying something. Clothes are scattered all over the floor and furniture, the sheets are ruffled, and cups make an alarming appearance on the tables. Oscar offers you two a seat on the bed but you opt for the couch instead. 

You catch a glimpse of a look shared between Oscar and Logan before you find yourself pinned to the couch by your boyfriend. “Logan!” You exclaim, about to tell him off before he roughly kisses you, hands firmly holding your arms in place on the couch. He starts attacking your neck, biting and nipping the spots he knew would have you screaming the loudest. You breathe out, “Logan, what the hell?! Oscar’s right there!” Logan pulls away with wet lips and flushed cheeks. 

“Oscar doesn’t mind.” He turns to the Australian. “Do you, Osc?” Oscar simply shakes his head, his eyes locked on your body as he gets comfy on the bed. He shamelessly takes in the scene before him like it’s some form of entertainment. “Come on, baby.” Logan whispers in your mouth. He peels off his shirt and strips off his pants until he’s left in boxers. You’ve seen him in all his glory countless times before but it’s always like the first. No one could compare to him.

His hands frantically tug on your top, nearly ripping it off your body and throwing it to the side before giving the same treatment to your skirt. His torso is hot against yours as he seals your lips in for another kiss- passionate, hot, and heavy. Although, you cannot give your best to the kiss, painfully aware of Oscar’s gaze. Meanwhile, his hand moves up to your inner thigh, then gradually ascends. He smirks when he hears your gasp. “You like that pretty girl?” He breathes in your neck, his thumb brushing over the waistline of your panties. The cool metal of his silver chain against your hot body makes you shudder. You nod simply and he runs his thumb back and forth across the hem. “Say it.” He knows he’s torturing you with all this teasing and he feels himself grow harder in response. 

“I want you.” He lets out a soft groan of arousal and slowly drags his finger up the front of your underwear, feeling the damp cloth. Oscar shifts a little closer on the bed. The ruffle of the sheets catches Logan’s attention. He lifts you up and throws you on the bed, right by Oscar. Logan slides his hand under the fabric of your panties and circles your clit before dipping his fingers in, moving them with purpose. “Oh, Lo!” you cry out, your hips squirming beneath him. 

Oscar’s breathing is stolen from him, his eyes laser-trained on your reactions as Logan thrusts his fingers into you. “Go, Logan,” Oscar’s voice comes out airy. “Show her how it’s done.” Knowing he's got a viewer, Logan moves his fingers even faster, making sure you feel it more now. You feel his ring nipping at your entrance as he shoves his fingers deeper, the coolness of the metal adding another layer of pleasure.

The pair hear your whimpers and moans as Logan curls up his fingers every now and then, fingering you just the way you like it. When your back arches and you announce you’re close, Logan moves the fastest he can go. “You like that?” His voice is throaty, full of need.

Oscar watches from the corner, looking turned on as well. You give him a curt nod. His voice gets rougher. “Beg.” He presses a thumb to your clit. “I’m close!” You almost scream.  That's enough for Logan to pull his hand away in an instant. He grins, hovering his fingers just above your center as he watches your reaction.

 “You didn't say the words I wanted to hear. Beg. Or the game stops here.” He smirks. Your eyebrows furrow, your heaving chest showing your obvious frustration. “You heard me. Beg, pretty girl.” 

You let out a quiet sigh. “Please, baby.”

“Louder. Say it louder. I want to hear it.” His hand rests right above you, his fingers just barely rubbing through the fabric of your underwear. He looks ready to tease, but not to stop. 

You speak louder, with a palpable desperation this time. “Please, baby. Please!”

“Please what?” His hand continues to move as he watches you. Oscar looks just as turned on as you are, leaning in closer to see you. Hearing your quiet whisper of ‘take me,’ Logan chuckles, sliding his hand away again. “How badly do you want it?” He begins to pull away. Oscar almost falls off the bed trying to get closer to you. 

“Really, really bad…” “Then you know what to do, my love.” Logan’s heart races faster as he sees your head spin to Oscar. “Please…” you whisper to Oscar, causing his eyes to widen as he turns and meets Logan’s gaze, unsure. “I need you.”

“You want him too?” Logan inquires as Oscar’s fingertips just graze up your side. You shudder and nod. “I don’t think that means anything, pretty girl. Ask him nicely.” Oscar slides a hand up to your chest, lightly squeezing but doesn’t say anything. 

You whisper to him, hand coming up to trail up his leg. “I want you, Osc. Please.” He registers your needy expression before nodding and sealing your lips in a kiss as Logan kisses from your clavicle to your hips, biting and sucking as he pleases. Oscar’s kiss is laced with care and precision, like you’re something to be savoured, something to be protected— a stark contrast to Logan’s passionate, sloppy ones. You gasp as Oscar pulls away and wraps his tongue around your nipple, sucking on the bud tenderly. Feeling left out, Logan decides to mirror his best friend’s actions, sucking on your other tit. You tangle each of your hands in the boys’ hair, tugging gently as you writhe beneath them. You feel like you could come right there and then at the feel of their warm, wet mouths on you. 

Oscar takes the initiative and begins to kiss down your stomach, his tongue flicking to tease you as he gets lower. “Like this, huh?” He whispers, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. He slides further down when you nod, moving to your thigh, peppering chaste kisses on the flesh. He then shifts so he’s resting comfortably in between your thighs, his head hovering right above your stomach. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sticky panties and pulls them down, taking in the wonderful smell of sex. Oscar smirks up at you and presses a tender kiss to your centre. 

Examining the look of pleasure on your face, he dips his head, placing more kisses, using his mouth to engulf your clit. Logan watches on, enjoying how hot it is to see you two like that. He finally tugs his boxers off, moving to his knees right by your face. He grabs your hair, stroking it softly as you whimper. “You’re doing good, Osc,” he whispers. “She fucking loves it.” Oscar hums against your clit, smirking when you whine. “Take my cock, pretty girl.” You oblige your boyfriend’s command and open wide, letting him shove his hard length into your salivating mouth. 

Logan’s grip on your hair tightens as he begins to thrust his hips into your mouth. This gets Oscar harder and his mouth to work faster, flicking his tongue every now and then before moving in circles. You pull your mouth away, using your hands on Logan. 

“Oscar, I’m gonna-” you’re cut off by Logan ramming into your mouth, making sure you feel it.

“Didn’t quite hear you there,” chuckles Oscar slowly. His lips wrap around your bud and suck, causing your back to arch off the bed and you to orgasm for the first time that night. You shut your eyes tight, groaning into Logan. The vibrations send him over the edge too and he releases his seed into your mouth. He pulls out of your mouth, smiling wide as you swallow. Your gaze turns to the brunette raising his head from your thighs, his chin glistening. “Mm, you taste sweet. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me this entire time, Lo.” 

“You never asked.” Logan chuckles, moving to Oscar. You feel a familiar heat pool up in your stomach when Logan’s head dips under Oscar’s jaw, licking your release off his chin. “Gets better every time.” He pulls his lips away with a smack, running his tongue over his lips. The boys turn to your twitching form on the bed. A shared glance is all they need to bend down to you and kiss you. At the same time. Your lips are never left alone as they both kiss hungrily, flicking their tongues out. Although, you can sense a little bit of competition between the two. After a free moment, Oscar pulls back, letting Logan have your mouth. He takes the chance to go to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there. The minute Logan hears a moan from you, he moves to the bare side of your neck, trying to see who can get you to moan the loudest. Logan’s kisses are passionate and strong, starting to bite on your neck while Oscar’s are playful and loving, gently sucking on your skin. You groan, your hand flying to squeeze your breasts. But you don’t utter a name, frustrating the two boys. 

“You’ll tell us who’s better, right, baby?” Logan whispers in your ear, his hand replacing your own to massage your chest. 

“Yeah, you can’t stay neutral forever…” Oscar playfully bites your nipple, making you cry out his name. “Heard that, Logan?” He smirks. “She wants me.” 

Logan’s jaw clenches and he decides to run two of his fingers down your core teasingly, gathering the slick and rubbing it on one of your nipples. You whine, your hips squirming. 

“Not fair, man,” scoffs Oscar, leaning back and crossing his arms. 

Continuing his ministrations on your peak, Logan breathlessly teases the Australian. “I’m her boyfriend. She chose me. Of course she wants me more.”

“No, it doesn’t!” Oscar throws up his hands. “She only chose you because you asked her out first, even though you knew how I felt about her.” 

Logan stops, huffing. “You never had the balls to ask her out. I met her first, she was mine!” You look between the two boys, the tension in the air palpable. 

“Please…We all know she would’ve picked me if it were fair.” At his comment, Logan’s eyes widen and Oscar’s on his back on the bed in a flash. 

“Maybe,” Logan leans down, whispering huskily. “But it wasn’t. And she’s with me. And you…?” He runs his hands over Oscar’s shorts, sliding them down gently with the boxers. “Need to shut up.” To prove his point, Logan begins to work on Oscar with his hands, earning a sharp inhale from him. 

You just came but felt yourself growing slicker at the sight, Oscar’s delicious mounds teasing your ears in the right way. You crawl over to him on the bed, placing your knees on either side of his face, your behind facing Logan. Oscar takes in the sight of you above him, drawing in a deep breath as his hands hold your thighs firmly in place. You smile softly at him, stroking his hair gently. “You’re so pretty,” you whisper. 

Oscar grows bashful, groaning every now and then due to Logan as he leans in to your touch. He takes a deep breath of your skin, your scent filling his senses. “I always thought you were pretty…” Oscar breathes out, looking into your eyes with lust-hazed ones, like he’d never seen a sight more beautiful in his life. “But from underneath you like this…”

“Fantasised about your best friend’s girlfriend often, did you?” You chuckle lightly. 

“Hey, in my defence, I liked you before you were together.” He bites his lip to stifle a groan as Logan keeps working. His hands grip your thighs, pulling your core down to his mouth, hissing. “Oh….mmm…fuck.” He shuts his eyes as your taste fills his mouth again. His hands moving up and down your thighs, squeezing when Logan makes the boy feel good. He moans as he eagerly flicks his tongue against your core. You rock your hips into his mouth gently, careful not to hurt him. Meanwhile, Logan’s hand pumps Oscar in a languid movement, a technique he picked up from you during your adventures. Oscar’s licks eventually become inconsistent and light, his fingers digging hard into your thighs and judging by the boy’s breathing, he’s almost over the edge. You couldn’t miss the sight. You hop off Oscar, spreading yourself next to him, lazily tracing circles around your clit as Logan leans over Oscar, using both his hands to pleasure him. 

Oscar turns his head to see you touching yourself and his expression falters, his voice croaking out Logan’s name as he comes, his orgasm coating the blonde’s fingers. You don’t have to be asked twice when Logan brings his fingers to your mouth, eagerly licking Oscar’s release clean as he lies exhausted on the bed. 

Logan falls on the other side of Oscar, chuckling softly as he pulls you to be cradled in his arms. “That felt illegal.” 

“But good?” Oscar questions, his voice hoarse. 

“But good.” 

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mingi loves wearing jewelry right? imagine those hands with all of the rings touching you and those necklaces hanging in front of your face when hes inside you

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Rings of Temptation

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, hand kink, fingering, mirror sex, praise, pussy slapping, squirting *not proofread, just pure horny

[mingi has been all up in my head recently and I dont even know how he got here]

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The state that your boyfriend has you in is pitiful. Sitting all pretty and spread out on his lap in front of his full-length mirror. Mingi sits with your back to his chest, hooking your knees over his to keep your messy cunt on full display for him.

Mingi ghosted his lips over your pulse point, laughing when you shudder. “Such a good girl for me, yea? Look at how pretty you are, making such a mess on me.” Mingi slips his fingers out of you, using his middle two digits to lewdly spread your folds. You whined as he shamelessly stared at your aching cunt, letting his thumb rub against your clit.

You clawed at his forearm, jolting in his lap when he roughly smacks your pussy. He laughs against your shoulder, harshly tapping your clit with three fingers before smacking it again. Your thighs trembled as Mingi plunged his fingers into you again, his rings pressing against your messy hole.

“Look at yourself, princess. Look at how your needy cunt squeezes my fingers.” The second you look, you can’t look away. You knew Mingi’s hands were big, but seeing them pressed up against your pretty cunt made them look that much bigger. You greedily drank in the way your pussy gripped his fingers, whimpering pathetically when his rings brush against you.

The thick metal of his rings is cold, making you quiver every time he buries his fingers in you. As you trained your eyes on the way Mingi spread you open on his fingers, you didn’t take notice of his sharp eyes watching you. “It’s the rings, isn’t it?” You blinked rapidly, heat rushing through you as Mingi finally caught onto why you were staring so fucking hard at his hands earlier.

“You like seeing me wear rings, hm? I bet you think about this all the time, huh?” Mingi’s pace quickened tenfold, his fingers curling to hit your sweet spot with every pump. “Thinkin’ about me fucking your needy cunt open on my fingers huh? Wanted me to finger you with my rings on, is that it, princess?” You nodded hastily, clinging onto his wrist as he abused your sweet spot.

More arousal continued to gush out of you and around Mingi’s fingers. Your body is strung so high, clinging onto Mingi like a lifeline. “C’mon baby, make a mess on me. Make a mess on my fingers like a good girl.” His voice deepened as he mercilessly hooked his fingers into your sweet spot. The pressure in your gut was different, it felt much stronger.

Mingi smirked against your neck, sucking more hickeys into your heated skin. He felt the way your pussy throbbed and squeezed his fingers, pulling them out and circling the wet digits over your clit. “There we go, baby. Just like that. Such a good girl. My good girl.” Your hips jolted off his lap, your nails digging into his forearm as Mingi rubbed his fingers over your clit.

He kissed up your neck as he slipped his fingers into your sore cunt, curling his fingers against your sweet spot and making more slick gush out of you. He repeated the same process; curling his fingers into your sweet spot only to pull out a second later and rub over your clit. You’re left a limp mess in his lap, soaked in your own arousal. It even managed to splash onto the mirror.

Your poor cunt is sore and beyond sensitive but that doesn’t stop Mingi from spreading your slick folds and watching how you pulse and throb around nothing. You whine and thrash in his lap, pushing at his wrist as he rubs his thumb over your swollen clit. “Just one more, baby. I need to see you make a mess again.”

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Until I’m Ruined

Bodyguard!Heeseung x celebrity!reader

Genre! Explicit Smut / PWP (Plot With Porn) Violence / Danger / Near-Death Scare Emotional Angst / Confession Sex Protective Male Lead

Content Tags: Cunnilingus Worship · Masturbation (Male) · Mutual Pining · Sexual Tension · Overstimulation · Mirror Sex · Creampie · Unprotected Sex · Filthy Talk · Praise/Degradation Hybrid · Lingerie Kink · Marking · Hickey Play · Possessive Jealousy · Bouncing Tits (Heeseung’s POV Ferality Edition™) · Begging · Ruin Me Energy · Aftercare · Warm Bath Softness · Power Imbalance (Client x Bodyguard) · First Confession = Post-Sex Vibe

Thinking about Bodyguard!Heeseung who was assigned to protect you

Bodyguard!Heeseung who wears a black button up with his sleeves folded

Bodyguard!Heeseung who calls you princess

Bodyguard!Heeseung who smirks when you wear bold outfits

Bodyguard!Heeseung who grabs you by your waist to tell you that you're ruining him. “You're not subtle,” he hisses. “And you’re driving me to hell in silk.”

Bodyguard!Heeseung who's hard when he sees you seductively performing on stage. He’s backstage. Stiff under his tailored slacks. Has to bite his glove to keep from walking onstage. “Princess,” he murmurs to his reflection that night, hand around his hard, red cock, “I’ll guard you until I’m ruined.”

Bodyguard!Heeseung who dreams of putting his tongue deep inside your cunt even when he's not supposed to. Who dreams of fucking you as many times as you've teased him.

Bodyguard Heeseung watches you from across the ballroom, jaw clenched, watching your backless dress glitter under chandelier light like it’s mocking him.

Bodyguard Heeseung steps in close when a senator gets too handsy, growling “Hands off the client” like it isn’t about you—it is.

Bodyguard Heeseung lowers his head to whisper, “You wore this just to punish me, didn’t you, Princess?”

Bodyguard Heeseung slides his hand to the small of your back as you pass through the crowd, lips brushing your ear, “Try not to get me killed tonight.”

Bodyguard Heeseung almost fucking groans when you sit at the table, legs crossed, lipstick dark, mouthing “Behave” with a smirk that ruins him.

Bodyguard Heeseung excuses himself to “scout exits,” but really he’s in a dark hallway, hand wrapped around his cock, muttering your name between clenched teeth.

Bodyguard Heeseung sees the gun first.

Bodyguard Heeseung shoves you behind him without thinking, shielding you with his entire body.

Bodyguard Heeseung bleeds, doesn’t feel it, because your scream is louder than pain.

Bodyguard Heeseung holds you while your hands shake over his chest, sobbing, “You almost died—”

Bodyguard Heeseung snaps, grabs your jaw and slams you into a wall backstage, breath ragged, “You don’t get to die on me. You hear me?”

Bodyguard Heeseung looks like a beast unraveling when he whispers, “I haven’t even told you how you make me fall apart.”

Bodyguard Heeseung rips off his earpiece and lets it hit the floor like it’s never going back on.

Bodyguard Heeseung says “Fuck duty” and means I choose you over the world.

Bodyguard Heeseung sinks to his knees in the hotel suite when you reach for him, breathing like your touch burns.

Bodyguard Heeseung grabs your waist, face pressed to your stomach like he’s worshipping where you hurt.

Bodyguard Heeseung finally looks up and says, “You think I guard your body, but it’s your soul that fucking owns me.”

Bodyguard Heeseung rips your dress at the slit, growling “Mine now,” when he sees your black lace underneath.

Bodyguard Heeseung pushes you onto the desk, knocks over hotel wine glasses, and licks your inner thigh without apology.

Bodyguard Heeseung spits on your cunt before he eats it like it’s his mission. Tongue fucking deep, fingers curled, and groaning, “You’re the reason I’m on my knees.”

Bodyguard Heeseung presses your legs open and bites your inner thigh when you cum too fast, “Not yet, Princess. You don’t cum without my cock inside.”

Bodyguard Heeseung teases your entrance with his cock tip until you sob, rubbing your clit with two fingers and watching you cry for him.

Bodyguard Heeseung pounds into you like he’s claiming territory, one hand choking you light, the other smearing your lipstick across your face.

Bodyguard Heeseung snarls, “Eyes on me, Princess,” as he fucks you face-up against the mirror, your tits bouncing, moans swallowed by glass.

Bodyguard Heeseung cums inside you without a condom, groaning deep, teeth in your shoulder, cock twitching in your soaked cunt.

Bodyguard Heeseung pulls out slow, watches his cum drip out of you, and shoves it back in with two fingers.

Bodyguard Heeseung carries you to the bath, fully naked, kisses every bruise he gave you, and whispers, “You made me fall. I never want to get back up.”

Bodyguard Heeseung finally asks, after you’re wrapped in a towel and breathless “Can I take you out somewhere you don’t need protection? Just… love?”

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*𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂’𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Older Reader hinted at as much as I could lol. Bratty!Jeongin, Hair pulling, biting/hickeys, face sitting, oral(f), Edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple rounds/orgasms and creampies, “mama” used, I think I used noona once. Sorry for any missing tags or missing warnings.

A/N: This is a little shorter than I wanted it to be but *Cough cough* I’m always in need of a bratty jeongin who gets put in his place by an older reader.

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Jeongin was being particularly feisty today. Making snippy comments back to anything you had said. Even a simple “can you grab that for me” was met with a huff. You didn’t know what got into him but you were getting annoyed with it. “Jeongin” you said sternly looking at him as he looked grumpy on the couch. When he didn’t reply you said his name again.

“What!” He said glaring at you.

“Fix that attitude” you said glaring back at him.

“I don’t have an attitude” he said crossing his arms looking back at the tv.

You sighed, so he wanted to play this game did he. You walked over to him standing in front of the tv. He huffed turning off the tv “whatever, I’ll just go to the room.” He said getting up from the couch. Oh. Oh he was in for it.

You grabbed his arm, pushing him back to the couch. “Excuse you?” You said now hovering above him.

“What the hell!” He hissed back.

“Yeah? What the hells with your attitude!”

“I told you I don’t have an attitude! Stop acting like you’re my- my fucking mother!” He growled back.

You looked at him for a second tilting your head. Gritting your teeth leaning close to him “say that again.” You could see him crumbling under your gaze.

“I- i-“ he stuttered out.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, straddling his lap you ran your hand up the back of his head. Grabbing a chunk of hair pulling it ever so slightly. “Guess I’m just gonna have to fix that attitude myself huh? Dumb little fox” you said voice almost in a hum. You could see him gulp before you leaned down biting his neck. He groaned at the pain his hands flying up to your side. “Nuh uh, you don’t deserve to touch me” you said slapping his hands away.

“That’s not fair” he whined.

“You know what’s not fair? The unwarranted attitude I received all day” you said looking down at him. “Now you either listen or I’ll get the ropes” you said firmly. He slinked his hands back down to his side before you continued your movements on his neck. When he was finally all covered in marks you pulled away standing up. “Pants. Off.” You said and he complied right away. “Good now you can help take mine off.” You said.

He did as he was told stripping you of your bottom and panties. “Lay down on the couch” you demanded. Again doing as he was told hoping you’d let him off a little easy but that wasn’t gonna happen. Not after the attitude he had today, oh no. “Keep those hands to yourself” you said before positioning yourself so your cunt was hovering over his head. “You’re gonna make me cum before I even think about touching you” you said before letting your body down on him. He looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, eyes that were already rolling back at your taste.

He lapped at your folds, tongue darting into your core. You grabbed his hair rolling your hips on his tongue. You let out a small chuckle seeing his knuckles turning white from gripping the couch. As you rolled your hips you leaned back grabbing his cock. He jumped at the sudden touch making him groan. You started moving your hand faster and faster knowing he wasn’t gonna last. “Close” he choked out. You let go of him making him whine ruining his high. You kept up the torture anytime he was close letting go before continuing the cycle.

“Please” he whimpered out.

“Why should I let you cum when you haven’t even made me cum yet hmm?”

“No-Noona- m’sorry” he cried.

“Less talking my little fox” you said ever so sweetly.

Jeongin was now on a mission, sucking at your clit as you road his face. He bit ever so gently, the moan you let out had his head turning. You were close- fuck and so was he again. His hands finally found their way to your hips pulling you down onto him as far as you could. His hands slinking their way up your chest. As much as you wanted to protest you didn’t feeling your high quickly approaching. Something jeongin knew all too well is that you needed his touch, you craved it as much as he craved yours.

“Please cum for me! Please please” he begged. Those pretty eyes stared up at you with desperation. You were gone. Pulling his hair harshly as your legs closed around him. He licked you clean like the good boy you knew he was.

When you finally came down from your high you shifted yourself down. With no warning to him you sunk yourself down taking his cock fully. Seating yourself perfectly on him. He moaned out body moving like he was trying to get away “can’t- I’m-“ he couldn’t even get out the words before he was cumming deep inside of you. “M’sorry” he said in a whisper.

“It’s okay baby, it’s only the start” you said with a devilish grin.

You moved up and down on his sensitive cock, it still slightly hard. His hands gripped at your hips pathetically whimpering. “T’much- m’so sensitive-“ he cried it only falling on deaf ears though.

“Gonna keep that attitude in check my little fox?” You said looking down at his contorted face. He nodded. “Use your words baby” you coo’d.

“Yes- yes! M’sorry I’ll be good”

“Mamas good boy?” You said.

“Mm- ah- mams good boy!” He stuttered out feeling himself about to cum again.

The night went on with this. You had him cumming over and over, but so were you. “Mama please!- can’t- can’t-“ he cried out.

“One more baby? Just one more please my little fox” you said.

When he nodded you leaned your body down. Kissing him sloppily hands tangling in his hair. The sounds of multiple creampies filled the air with sloshing noises. You were sticky from sweat body’s sticking together like glue. You tugged on his hair gently making him whimper into the kiss. “My good boy” you said softly. His hands coming around you before one final thrust he was cumming again. He moved his hands down your body playing with your overly sensitive clit. “N-no you gotta- please cum for me” he groaned out his little hip movements pushing everything deep into you.

He chased your lips hungrily before squeezing your clit gently, sending you over the edge once more. Your legs shook. Body completely collapsing into his. He held onto you whispering little I’m sorrys only for you to shush him. “It’s ok baby, you- you were such a good boy, even making sure I came after you did” you said kissing his cheek gently.

“Let’s get cleaned up and we can have those cookies I made” you said with a smile. Making him nod happily. After showering and cookies you both were curled up on the couch. Jeongin falling asleep in your arms.

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DAY 22 — SEONGHWA

★ npr, f!reader, pregnancy kink , established relationship , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 581

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day22 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

"Fuckkkkkk...” a drawn-out curse escaped your lips as Seonghwa pounded you from behind. His cock deep in your pussy, hitting all the right spots. 

It all started when Seonghwa and you decided to take a scroll at the park for some relaxation. Thats when he saw the kids playing at the play area and insisted on watching them. "Cuties, aren’t they?” Seonghwa asked with a soft smile. 

You look at him suspiciously. “are you-“ “No, I'm not thinking about those kids in that way.” He said it sternly with a hint of playfulness. 

“Right…” you said, nodding, surprised at the way he knew you so well. “Would be nice to have our own running around, huh?” You say as you gaze at the little kids playing, and then you feel Seonghwa’s eyes bore into you. 

You always knew Seonghwa had a pregnancy thing. And you just set it off. 

And that had you now, moaning and crying into your sheets. Seonghwa’s dick was deep in you. The length going in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

He leaned forward, trapping your body under his build. 

“Fuck baby… pussy taking me in so well, yeah? God fuck, I can't wait to keep breeding you… breed you till you are full with my kids…” His breaths were rapid. Sweat was dripping down his neck. His hands gripping the headboard with dear life, veins popping up on his arms, making sure he didn’t collapse on you. 

You moaned and nodded in response, your brain a mush. His grip on your hips tightened at the response, a low growl escaping his lungs.

“Mmm… yeah baby.. please… please…!” You were just blabbering at this point. Words coming out in just loud pleas. 

Seonghwa smirked before pulling himself up and grabbing a handful of your hair, his lips now inches away from your ears as he continued his relentless thrusts. Your hips now bruised with his finger marks. 

“Yeah? You want to be filled up, don’t you, mama? You wanna walk around with a little baby in you… dont you?… Fuck imagine how hot you would look…” He nuzzled his head against your neck and inhaled your scent before letting out a lewd moan. 

“Im gonna fill this pussy up…” he said while leaving hickeys on the side of your neck. His other hand reached for your sensitive tits, playing with your hardened nipples. 

“Gonna have these beautiful tits filled with milk… yeah… you’re gonna be so soft and sensitive when I put a baby in you, mama….” His words were filled with lust and desire. 

Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, and you let out a shaky moan at his words. Nodding incoherently. 

“Imagine how good you would look with a baby bump princess…” His hips snapped against yours. His cock pulling orgasms after orgasms out of you. You were just jelly in his arms right now. 

“… all swollen, full with my kid, you would be dependent on me for everything…” There was a sinister hint behind his words, but you couldn’t help but get turned on. Your pussy clenching around the angry length. 

“Yeah… you like that dont you? All round and beautiful… and just for me to see… im g-gonna make it come true, baby..." His thrusts were getting sloppy and messy. His breathing was ragged, and you could feel his cock twitching in you, signaling he was close to his orgasm.

You were in for a long night. 

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[starrymix]

i recently did johnny splash’s story and myyyyy lordddd. i was absolutely enamored watching him ramble on about his passion for singing. it’s the same feeling i got while watching kopi dump all those coffee facts. and in case you couldn’t tell, that’s REAL serious.

it’s hard to find any smut of him on here, especially of him being the subby little bastard i imagine him to be. so… let me fill the void if even just a bit. stopped writing at a certain point bc i didn’t want to post to be too long but i’ll prob post a sequel

tags: male reader, sub bottom johnny, for a fic abt a shower this got a lot filthier (literally!) than i expected lol

i don’t give a shit if a few washed judges think his voice is bad, i will be making him sing to the entire house one way or another.

loud and pathetic is practically written all over his character. touching him in the right places will have him whimpering and shaking. the sounds he made when you hit his prostate for the first time were just astounding. you could try gagging him or covering his mouth with your hand while you fuck him (he would find the control very hot) but if you don’t mind, then let his voice shine. eh what’s a bit more noise for all the other objects to put up with?

fucking him against the shower walls adds some very nice acoustics to his moans. he sounds just like a porn star.

despite being a shower, he wouldn’t mind getting a little messy. in fact i would go as far as to say that he loves it. he can easily wash it all off anyway so who cares! however, he does quite enjoy it when you leave more lasting marks on his body like hickeys and bruises. you know, that can’t be washed off as easily.

spit, cum, lube? he loves it all over him. saliva dripping down his chin from deepthroating your cock? check. excess lube spilling out his hole while you fuck him? check. your cum warm on his skin? check.

speaking of cum, he’d prefer it if you came on him rather than in him. he just loves the feeling on his skin. he likes it best on his face, back, or ass. he also loves scooping up some on his fingers and licking/sucking it off while keeping eye contact.

feel free to add some dirty talk on top of all that. he’ll absolutely melt if you called him a sweet cum slut as you finish on his ass. especially if it’s in a smooth affectionate voice. if he hasn’t already came, then that would be the breaking point.

he’s pretty good at sucking dick. he can almost completely deepthroat you. just an inch away from the base. though he’s more than willing to practice just so he can feel his nose pressing against your pelvis as he buries the tip of your cock so deep down his throat.

he drools so much when he’s sucking you off. spit is dripping down his neck to his chest. once he notices that you’re close, he’ll pull out your cock and just to jerk you off so you’ll cum on his face.

even though you could easily take him up into your bedroom, he’s completely fine with fucking in the shower. he loves it when you press his back against the cold tiled wall or bend him over onto it and have him take you from behind. he’s fine with any position that lets him feel you deep inside of him.

google show me this shower oiled up please

[bloodstainedobsession]

Jealous!Laito Sakamaki headcanons

Laito Sakamaki x Reader

Fluff/Smut

Tags: Laito x reader, jealousy, nsfw, marking, posession, dirty talking

Masterlist

~He pretends not to care at first. ~Laito will act totally calm and amused if someone flirts with you. He’ll lean close, resting his chin on your shoulder, whispering with that smug tone. “Ara~? Bitch-chan, you sure are popular, huh?”

~But behind that playful grin? His eyes are sharp, he's already plotting.

~His touches get territorial. Suddenly he has a hand on your thigh. Or he's pulling you into his lap mid-convo. And if someone’s still watching? He’ll lock eyes with them while letting his fingers trail just a little too high.

~“Mmm, you’re mine, remember? Don’t forget that~”

~The moment you're alone, he drops the act. That teasing tone turns dangerously low. He’ll pin you against a wall, lips brushing your ear.

~“You like making me jealous, don’t you? Naughty little thing…”

~He’s not mad at you, he’s mad at the idea of sharing you.

~He leaves marks. On purpose. ~If he feels like someone’s eyeing you too much, guess what? You're going to be covered in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises by the next morning. It’s not just possessiveness, it’s proof.

~“Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

~His jealousy is quieter when he's genuinely scared. If he thinks he might lose you, not just someone flirting, but actually catching your interest, he gets more desperate. He'll cling to you more, kiss you harder, and whisper things like:

“Please… don’t leave me. I couldn’t handle it, Bitch-chan.”

~~ That’s when you realize that behind the playboy mask, there’s a very broken, afraid man.

~He will punish you if you push him too far. Say you flirt back just to mess with him? Ohhh you’re in trouble. Expect a very long night , tied up, teased until you’re begging, all while he smirks.

“You made your choice, didn’t you? Now take responsibility~”

~He’s obsessed with reminding you who has control.

NSFW

~He lives to remind you who you belong to. If someone dares flirt with you? Expect a long night. He’ll fuck you slow and deep, voice low in your ear as he murmurs, “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Don’t forget it.”

~He punishes you with pleasure.

~You think teasing him by being a little flirty with someone else is funny? He’ll edge you for hours until you’re shaking, crying, and begging, and even then, he might keep going just a little longer.

“If you want their attention so badly, maybe I should just stop touching you altogether… Would that make you behave, Bitch-chan~?”

~He loves marking you up. Not just hickeys, bites, scratches, bruises, and red, raw skin from being held too tight. Every time he sees the marks, he smirks like he’s satisfied all over again.

~“Mmm~ look at that… you’re such a beautiful mess when you’re ruined for me.”

~The more jealous he gets, the rougher he is. Hair pulling, neck biting, pinning your wrists down, all paired with soft whispers like,

“I could tear you apart, and you’d still come crawling back to me, wouldn’t you?”

~He’s not asking. He’s telling you.

~He'll force eye contact while he fucks you. When he’s jealous, Laito gets intense, and he wants you looking at only him. He’ll grip your face, keep your eyes locked on his while he pounds into you.

“Don’t look away. I want you to remember exactly who made you feel like this.”

[markhellyna]

. ݁₊ ⊹ markhellyna’s fav markhellyna fics ⊹ ₊ ݁.

making this as a way to keep track of & share my fav fics i’ve come across! will continue to update as i read more lol so consider this a work in progress. if you also read & enjoy any of these make sure to leave kudos and a comment on them to show the authors some love!

⤏ Two Minds by PinkThing420

summary: canon divergent au. helena eagan has been undercover as helly r for a few months post-OTC, but decides to let helly live again as long as she doesn’t blow helena’s cover. helena begins to develop confusing feelings towards mark and lumon as a whole.

⤏ 5 Times Helly Asked Mark to Reintegrate (And 1 Time She Didn’t) by five_rat_lore

summary: au where lumon is shut down and all severed ex-employees are offered the reintegration process. a reintegrated helly tries to convince mark to reintegrate too. angsty, sweet, and really hot. bonus points for markhellyna age gap mention and a little bit of professor/student roleplay.

⤏ old haunt by killingcve

summary: mark is experiencing reintegration sickness and hallucinates helly showing up at his house…or does he? dubcon enjoyers rejoice!

⤏ The Summoning by five_rat_lore

summary: markhelly body swap smut

⤏ sweetheart. by pearlofthesea

summary: mark comforts helly immediately after she’s woken up at woe’s hollow.

⤏ brief hold, please by floatingonthelehigh

summary: mark notices a hickey on helly’s neck as she comes into work. she asks him for a new one.

⤏ disparate kinds by BanningL

summary: reintegrated mark & hellyna smut, hellyna is having a bad day so mark comforts her

⤏ besides delaware by audries

summary: mark & helly spend a weekend together on the severed floor directly after the events of the finale. this one made me cry lol

⤏ axis & allies by killingcve

summary: college au. professor mark & TA hellyna, im so obsessed with where this one is going

⤏ say yes to heaven by BanningL

summary: au, professor mark & grad student helena smut ft age difference + helena’s first time

⤏ sick as it sounds by brandnewtrack

summary: au, markhelena as a romcom - i cant get enough of this writing style! they have helena’s characterization down pat. the banter is too good and the smut is 😮‍💨😮‍💨

⤏ deferred compensation by catinhat

summary: post-reintegration markhelena. this one hit me like a truck. really beautiful writing, one of my favorite studies of what reintegrated hellyna would be like. lots of TWs here so check tags before reading.

⤏ Hey There, You On The Table by five_rat_lore

summary: this whole fic series is so hot but i especially love the setting of this one! mark tells helly how to get herself off from the side closet of the conference room she first woke up in.

⤏ blessed are the broken by hellynascout

summary: au where helena keeps going back to church…to see priest mark scout

⤏ a helping hand by eclipsj

summary: helly can’t come so mark helps her out

⤏ Freaky Friday by PinkThing420

summary: PinkThing420 my beloved!! after reghabi floods mark’s chip, he wakes up in the elevator on the severed floor. really hot omarkhelly smut

⤏ tame your tempers, soothe your soul by IAmTheNightman98

summary: the four tempers as the four different markhellyna pairings

⤏ Office Hours by Dogbinary

summary: this is THEEEEEEE markhelena professor/student au for me. dogbinary turn this into a miniseries and you will be reincarnated as a lotus flower this is officially multichap now 🫳🪷

⤏ the hunger that wears her face by hellynascout

summary: post s2 finale. mark got his happy ending. he’s reintegrated and has gemma back, so why can’t stop thinking about hellyna? this one is sooo tasty. mark’s guilt and obsession with hellyna…oof

⤏ Miss Eagan by outsidehelly

summary: reverse age gap au. mark scout is helena eagan’s hot new intern, just imagining young twink adam here… im sweating. dubcon and cheating enjoyers rejoice!!!

⤏ Party 4 u series by cypressdrive

summary: really hot markhelly smut that’s also incredibly sweet and in character. helly wears mark’s tie and he calls her good boy 😵‍💫

⤏ i’m a dog, i’m a mutt by jam (discojams)

summary: DID SOMEBODY SAY OMARKHELLY DUBCON

⤏ on borrowed time by Red_Cardinal_Wins

summary: mark scout finally has his wife and his life back, but every friday he has to return to the severed cabin with helena so that their innies can still see each other. mark got everything he wanted, but seeing helena every week, as well as the messages his innie leaves for him on the camcorder, are making him question whether he still fits within the life he had with gemma.

⤏ secretary by jam (discojams)

summary: intern mark scout is selected to be lumon executive helena eagan’s new assistant, mark is eager to please. there is also some markpetey in here as well ty jamsus

⤏ Beach Episode by PinkThing420

summary: after getting out of the ritzy lumon rehab center in hawaii her father sent her to, helena has a chance meeting with a grieving mark scout, on a solo vacation he was encouraged to take by his sister. despite both of them being at their lowest point, they find safety and understanding with each other. this one has been really sad and sweet and tender and hot, can’t wait to see where it goes. definitely mind the tags here.

[chuuyasheaven]

bsd men as tits ass or thighs pls :3?? (specifically meursault boys)

“Tits, Ass or Thighs— What do they prefer?”

“—Everybody’s got certain preferences, don’t they? So, what are theirs?”

Tags: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Chuuya Nakahara, Sigma / afab! Reader, Nipple play?, ooc! Sigma, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names?, hdc format ig, thigh riding?, hickeys, mentioned lingerie?, spanking, mild brat taming, atp everyone may be ooc, face sitting, oral sex (afab! and m! recieving), titty job, messes of their milk, might contain grammar errors, this is a lot holy shit, etc.

Notes: Maybe u just meant Dazai, Fyodor and Chuuya but I added Nikolai and Sigma for funsies— hope this is okay tho!! And I never wrote for Sigma before so sorry if he’s so ooc. . Maybe he’s gonna be added to my list lol.

Dazai Osamu ;

💙 Thighs 💙

💙 I just know that he loves your thighs!! In my opinion, DAZAI lives for seeing you in thigh highs, especially if you have thick thighs. What do you mean you don’t wanna crush him with them??? What else are they made for then— oh, right, hickeys. It’s obvious that he’ll leave some marks here and there for fun, but another thing he lives about them is face sitting. This is literally the best way to die?!!? But also he lives to grab your thighs when he eats you out!!!

💙 Scenario;

He’s been at it for too long, you don’t even remember how many times you came already. . “Dazai, p–please. . S–sensitive!”, you tried to beg, but Dazai was way into this— Once you sit on this mans face, he won’t let go until your too sensitive, Dazai also always leave hickeys while he’s at it. Chanting how he would love to die this way, being crushed by your massive thighs. “—Why should I? You’re still talking properly, I won’t stop until you’re only able to moan my name. Now be a good girl, alright, ‘donna?”

Fyodor Dostoevsky ;

💙 Thighs 💙

💙 In all honesty, this man is a mystery for me– but if I would have to chose, thighs. FYODOR is kinda religious and stuff, meaning he’s definitely gonna be kinda traditional. (i do not know wtf I’m talking abt.) Fyodor doesn’t know what it is, but something about you in white lingerie and white thigh highs sets him off completely. Looking all innocent but being the complete opposite? Yes, absolute approval from him. But being the busy man he is, he’ll let you sit on his lap while he caresses your thighs!! :3

💙 Scenario ;

Seriously, how desperate are you? Walking up to Fyodor in white lingerie and white thigh highs while he’s obviously working? He finds it quite amusing how you think he’ll stop immediately to fuck you, no he won’t, yet. Fyodor just commands you to sit on his lap, now you’re getting off on his own thighs. But you’re still wearing panties, though he doesn’t care, you wanted this, didn’t you? As you keep grinding against it, he slapped your pussy through the fabric multiple times before. The small whines and whimpers are cute, but won’t change his mind to take you right now. “—I don’t really know what you expected me to do. . Well, actually, i did. It’s quite adorable how you think just because you’re desperate I’ll feed into your desires. Anyway, you seem to be getting off pretty easily, slut.”

Nikolai Gogol ;

💙 Tits 💙

Come on, this is so NIKOLAI, seriously. He's so silly, he would literally call them his personal stressballs. (Do not even try to deny it, it's canon.) Nonetheless, he likes to cum on them, Nikolai will make a mess out of them every time whenever you're giving him head. Another thing their useful for, in his opinion, is tit fucking!! It's a nice feeling for him when his dick's inside of your tits. Not to forget, your nipples are pretty fun to play with, but there's one last thing about them. .

💙 Scenario ;

There are many reasons why Nikolai adores you riding him! He loves how he barely has to do anything, hearing the adorable sounds leaving your mouth while you get off on his cock and most importantly, the way your tits bounce with you. All he's doing is laying back and enjoying the view of your tits almost bouncing out of your bra, he would love if they were to actually jump out. “—Hm, would you look at that! Your tits are seconds away to spill out of your bra, dove. I wouldn't mind if they did, maybe you just need to ride my dick faster. . Just like the needy whore you are.”

Sigma ;

💙 Tits 💙

I’m not really sure if it’s accurate, but running an casino ain’t easy. So what’s better than having you and your comfort. .—able tits? SIGMA would never admit it, but he loves them, dearly at that. If he ever needs an break, his head would probably rest on them. On the spicy side, he loves a good tit job. You mentioned this once and Sigma wasn’t against it, sure he was blushing over your suggestion but after he tried it, he loved it!!!

💙 Scenario ;

It felt good, really, Sigma loved your suggestion! He never thought of something like this, he never thought about recieving a tit job, but it felt heavenly. Just the way your tits were rubbing against his cock so good, it felt unreal. . The most beautiful whimpers left his lips, with his flushed expression on his face too, you assumed Sigma was enjoying himself, very. Soon he reached his climax, letting his cum leak on your tits. “—F–fuck. . You did s–so good, darling. Now, lay back and let me return the favor, yeah?”

Chuuya Nakahara ;

💙 Ass 💙

Ah, yes. CHUUYA is, in my opinion, an ass man. I saw a few people say that, and I agree. Like, he’s literally proud of that. He would slap your ass unexpected, respectfully though. He wouldn’t care if you’re carrying a bakery or not, he still slapping it!! Chuuya loves to spend money on matching bras and panties for you, but on your in general. Sometimes it gets to your head or something and you start to act out, which our ginger won’t let slide.

💙 Scenario ;

Lately, you’ve gotten on Chuuya’s nerves. Yeah, he loves to spend money on you and you, but he won’t stand you being bratty. As to right now, he’s ‘punishing’ you for it. The reference for ‘punishing’ is quite just fucking you until it’s stuck in your pretty little brain not to act out again. This time though, Chuuya added something to your punishment. . “Ch–chuuya. . ‘m sorry, I–i didn’t mean to—”, you tried to apologize, only to be silenced by another spank. “—Really? Too bad, you’re gonna take this if you want me to fuck you, baby. Just keep on taking f’me and I’ll fuck you soon enough, m‘kay?”

OH EM GEE YOU GUYS IT TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO FINISH