#2 part drabble

[startaee]

katsuki doesn't know what to do in a situation like this. he's only got two floors left to ask you for your name, number, favorite food, favorite og hero, hobbies, profession and- oh fuck he's just got one floor now. so he doesn't think, because that's gonna cost him another floor. "this your son?" he says, bouncing the happy little guy in his arms. and he's as shocked as you are. because how was that not the first question that popped into his head.

so with a scoff, you cross your arms and look up at the giant man, "that's my nephew." and you're rolling your eyes at him before telling him you've just graduated from university. and maybe you're over analysing but you can feel him sigh. "oh...nice. uh, what course-" "top floor." he grumbles about not even getting to know your name under his breath, and just says a little "that's me." as he puts the kid down. he ruffles his head and tells him to be good with one foot out the door, when the little boy yells, "dynamight!!" his little feet run towards katsuki and he gestures him to crouch down. katsuki furrows his eyebrows and obliges, a smile forming on his face when he hears what the boy softly whispers in his ear, "her name's y/n."

pt.1 pt.3

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[bunslora]

i'll die anyway ᯓ★ bff.ᐟellie x reader

summary: lesbian yearning..

tags: suggestive , alcohol consumption , men dni .

wc: 618

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"never have i ever—" ellie looks at you, straight faced, fully serious. "oh fuck off, are you twelve?" you shoot back, trying to stifle a giggle. you pass her the shitty bottle of rum the two of you had swiped from joel while downstairs moments before. ellies space patterned bedsheets crinkle beneath her lap as she takes a swig of the liquor. her face scrunches at the harsh taste, and you notice yourself watching in silent endearment, something that is not an uncommon occurrence for you.

"fine—" you look at her intently, barely long enough for it to mean anything. barely long enough for her to notice. at least, thats what you tell yourself. what you've been telling yourself. "never have i ever.." you make an over exaggerated show of pondering as you pretend to think. "never have i ever been caught by my father looking at—you know what, im actually not going to recount it..however i am confident you can fill in the blanks—" ellie rolls her eyes, as you continue whatever monologue you've prepared for her. "while being at a family dinner." you make sure to emphasise each word as you attempt to hold back a laugh that threatens to spill out from your chest.

"yeah, no, its not funny if you're the only one laughing," ellie grumbles, trying to make an effort to look entirely unamused. "also—" she starts, apparently not done, "you can't say things you know i've already done." you catch her gaze, "well—shall i try again?" you tease. "uh, no, dickhead its my go" she says in turn. "okay, so stop whining and get on with it then." you say, stealing the bottle from her grasp.

you drink from the bottle, grimacing as the taste refuses to improve. "never have i ever been a pretentious asshole." ellie says, looking almost proud with her question. you smile at her, amused, and ask, "define pretentious." ellie glares at you, although there is no real malice in the action. "unfortunately, that doesn't answer my question" she retorts, as she leans impossibly closer, you could almost taste the liquor on her breath—a contradiction, given that the two of you were already practically sitting on top of each other.

the bottle, now getting awfully close to being three-quarters empty, rested at the curve of your smile as you bring it closer to your lips for another sip. you lean back, offering a sliver of distance between you both. the motion causes your shirt to ride up, allowing for a glimpse of your laced underwear to peak above the waistband of your jeans. too subtle to be an invitation, yet too deliberate for it to feel unintentional. feigning innocence, you pretend not to notice the way ellies gaze trails down from your face to your torso. her hand wraps around yours, gently loosening the bottle from your grip before bringing it to her lips for a swig of the liquor.

"ellie—" you look at her as you begin to steady yourself, the hum of alcohol becoming more prominent. you move closer, continuing whatever you had begun to say. "you're staring." you announce, like she wasn't already aware. theres a beat of charged silence before she responds—"am i?" she says, attempting to convey ignorance, but the implications are still laid out in front of you both.

you sigh, "you're impossible", and with that ellie looks at you—the atmosphere swims with something inescapable; adoration? love? desire? devotion? whatever it is, ellie smiles regardless, a look that could almost be catagorised as hesitancy before she speaks. "i think you like it" she says. "and i think you're drunk." you say in return. takes one to no one.

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might do a part 2!!

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[vixellate]

Introducing !! -‘๑’- Shy! Yandere! Stalker

IVORY MIURA ❒ 📷🩹

. ✧. ┊ "You're being watched.." / DARK CONTENT! MDNI

Ivory Miura. He's supposed to be your stalker. But all you ever see is a pathetic, anxiety-ridden student who can't fit in with the university around him. The one loser who can't speak without stammering and runs at the sight of you.

But that's exactly how he wants it. How he wants you to see him. You're so sweet. So oblivious. So accessible. How many times has he broken into your room? How many of your clothes has he stolen and ruined? He's lost count. But that doesn't matter. You don't need to know about his hundreds of photos of you. How he films you, even in places he shouldn't. How he sneaks into your room at night. How he fantasizes about what it'd be like to scare you. To ruin you. Taste you. No. You only need to know him as your shy pathetic classmate.

[meganegatari]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[dykeriver]

can i just say… gamer!ellie playing something or another on her desktop when you crawl between her legs and pull her loose boxers down (and now, she’s gaming, obviously she isn’t wearing any pants). she’s so preoccupied with her game that she doesn’t even process what you’re doing, eyes glued to the screen. she finally notices when you part her thighs, blowing a cold gust of air on her exposed cunt. she’s already a little wet and you smile. “babe wh-” is all she can get out before you’re diving in, her slick salty-sweet against your tongue. she whimpers, dropping her hands to your hair and gently clenching two fistfuls of it. “no. play.” you tell her, bringing your fingers to her now sopping wet pussy, sliding into her velvety hole with two fingers. she chokes out this high, sweet sound, and shakily palms her mouse once again.

she obviously loses.

[moechies]

ee a little thought about shidou nii-- so please leave if you're not abt that!! :3

cw inc3st, sisbro, anal, dubcon, noncon

shidou nii who merely shrugs in a disappointing demeanor when he finally gets to mount you, dedicated to fuckin' that pretty cunny. but you tell him that you want to stay abstinent for your lover with big bulbous tears if your eyes, shaky hands coming up to wipe away the tears with the little dignity in your chest.

you'd never want to dissapoint him, but you have to be truthful this time he lets you have it! although he's clad against your chest, body laid atop of yours and fingers running through your soft pink hair. he hates how you're flinching under his touch-- it's unusual to him.

"fine, whatever." he grumbles, a low pout on his face. but the slight glint that shows through his pink irises show that he isn't going to let you off this easily, especially without something in return first. even up til this moment, you knew that about shidou.

"y'r gonna let me fuck your pretty ass though, ain't'cha?" he giggles when your vision suddenly pans to him, a cold shudder down your back.

"shidou nii--" he's quick to pull you down, propping up his legs and butt high, your thighs laying against his and your calves pliant against his shoulders. "let me have this, since ya won't let me take yer cunt's virginity." you mewl under his touch, scrambling with a loud whine when he tugs off your shorts, but keeps your panties instilled.

it's not unusual for him to-- he's one to normally press his burly fingers down your panties and thumb at your clit, fingers deep in your cunt, as well as shoving his pretty face inbetween your supple thighs for a feast, or just for a nuzzling huff of your crotch. but you didn't think he'd intiatate more; perhaps you were a little out of it when you believed so. maybe it was because of the two fingers he had in your cunt while he nibbled at your swollen clit.

"nii-nii! stop it--" he groans when you whine, ignoring the incessant pushes at his head when he's clearly enjoying himself below, huffing at your sweet scent. "y'r so gross, stop it ryuseiiii!"

he palms himself through his black shorts, the chub of his cock obviously visible nonetheless of the relatively thick fabric. "not fair, don't ya love me most? i should be the one yer givin' it to. but it's cause you're my lil imouto-- i'll be nice this once, 'kay?" shidou grins, tugging your panties off in a swift move and setting his eyes on the puckered hole below your chubby, slicked-up, pussy.

"cute." he whistles, thumbs spreading at the glimmering hole. it's unusual for him to ignore the sight if your irresistable cunt, but it's all apart of the fun to him-- maybe if you've had enough, you'll ask him to fuck you there too.

"r--ryu," you cry, pushing away at his thick forearms. "s--so embarrasin,' please,"

"shush, sis." he grumbles, tugging his cock out of his shorts. it seems thicker this time, despite his size already. it's fat enough that his fingers almost don't touch while taking ahold of the shaft, and it's a tad darker than his arms skin-tone. his tip is a pretty blush of red, and his tip spills with pre-cum non-stop. the contrast of the pearlescent creme compared to the blushed tip is a gorgeous sight-- and you would've never guessed that he was embarrassed of it to some extent. "not gonna prep ya, just take it. it counts as a punishment, 'kay?"

"no!" you stutter, "please, ryu-- i need it, please, please p-prep it, i never had anythin' in there before nii-nii!" you stammer incessantly, in hopes that your sweet begs and big puppy eyes will enamor him enough to give you some mercy.

but he simply shrugs, pressing his wet tip against the puckered hole stretched by his thumbs,

"the tighter the better."

[ffiolette]

ELLIE WILLIAMS + THIGH RIDING

WARNINGS— pictured santa barbara ellie while writing this 🙂‍↕️love my wife's short hair, wlw/afab reader, not really any dom/sub it's just sex, thigh riding duh, cursing, clit play, fingering, nipple/breast play, NSFW MDNI.

you're straddling ellie's bare thigh, hips rutting back and fourth as you pant and whimper into the crook of her neck. your right hand is shoved between her warm thighs, rubbing mercilessly at her clit which you can feel pulsing beneath your pruned fingers.

you let out a whine as she clenches her thigh for you, tightening the muscles for you to hump against.

"fuck, els. feels s'good..." you mutter breathily, your fingers playing with her wetness, circling her twitching clit before shoving two fingers back into her sloppy pussy. she sucks in a breath and the grip she has on your hip tightens.

"yeahhh just like that, sweet girl."

she tilts her head back, letting it rest on the back of your ratty, worn down couch you'd had for years. the slick sounds of your juicy cunts fill the space, as well as your moans of pleasure and the heady scent of sex.

It's intoxicating. she's intoxicating, truly, seeing as you'd been fooling around for over an hour now.

ellie's lips brush your cheek and you immediately twist your head to swallow her desperate cry when the heel of your palm grinds against her swollen clit. you can feel her quivering around your fingers, and it only makes you all the more eager in humping her deliciously firm thigh.

your pussy leaks incessantly onto her sticky skin, slick spilling over her thigh until it pools under her and seeps into the cushions. "ellie...oh shit, 'm close." you mewl against her lips, the earlier kiss slowly morphing into something more desperate and pathetic as you pant into one another's mouth.

"me too, just a little faster, baby." she instructs you softly. and you obey almost instantly, fingers pistoning in and out of her hole at a quicker pace as your palm slaps wetly against her bundle of nerves. "fuck yeah, holy shit that's good."

the way she groaned and arched her hips ever so slightly when your fingertips grazed her g-spot has your eyes rolling back as you give up on the kiss fully, burying your flushed face in her shoulder.

"els, please..." you beg, not fully knowing what you're even pleading for in the first place. but when her hands come up to toy with your nipples through your loose tank top, letting the skin spill through her fingers as she gropes you, you knew you didn't need anything more.

"come on. come on my thigh, pretty. I'm so fuckin' close." she says in a strained tone, still working her hands over your tits as white hot pleasure courses through you everytime your clit drags over her soaked thigh.

"oh fuck, 'm coming—!" you choke out, your hips stuttering as your body contracts in pleasure. ellie's not far behind you, her thighs clenching and her pussy gushing liquid onto your hand as she listens to your whiny moans.

after drawing out her orgasm by prodding at her g-spot softly, and ellie doing the same with you by dragging you up and down her thigh by your hips, you slump against her, your cum slick hand pressed against her tummy as the both of you attempted to catch your breath.

"mmm, shit. that was good..." you mumble, tangling your fingers in her auburn hair to pull her into a slow, unhurried kiss. you can feel her lips curling up against yours, smiling as she pulls back. "agreed."

ffiolette

[66stitches]

dating ellie headcanons

CW: SFW, one headcanon references modern day rather than an apocalyptic world, reader described as having hair

daily click - palestine masterpost - tlou and israel

⛤ If you have trouble sleeping, she’d force herself to stay up all night with you.

“It’s fine, baby. I wasn’t even tired anyway,” she says red-eyed and half asleep.

⛤ Loves innocent showers together. She’d always ask you to shampoo her hair (and tries not to drift off as you’re massaging the shampoo onto her scalp).

But when she’s applying your shampoo, she’d give you random hairstyles she finds cool. A mohawk is her go-to.

⛤ She drools in her sleep :(

⛤ She’d absolutely be the type of person to hog the swings at the playground. She is SPRINTING for it as fast as she could before a little kid gets their hands on it first.

“Sorry, little dude. I was here first,” she says as the kid’s mother is glaring at her disapprovingly from the distance.

⛤ You can’t watch a film without her comparing you to every hideous character she sees.

“Pfft, that dude looks like you.”

“Uh, Boromir?”

“No. The Uruk-hai.”

⛤ Also, The Lord of the Rings is one of her favorite film series. She’s a huge fan of Star Wars and The Terminator too.

⛤ Forces you to listen to her ranting about her favorite comic books.

“Alright, so then Dr. Daniela joins forces with other characters across the galaxies while trying to prevent the Travelers from wiping out the human race- babe, are you listening?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m listening. Go on.”

“Yeah? What was I saying?”

Shit. “Oh, Daniela Star found this thing, and… I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay! I get that the plot can sound a little complicated. I’ll just start over from the beginning again!” 😀

⛤ She has no problem kissing you before you brush your teeth in the morning, but dodges your every kiss if you had even a single sip of coffee.

⛤ Physical touch is her biggest love language.

⛤ When she’s feeling upset, she’ll be extra affectionate with you. Not wanting to talk about her feelings but needing some physical comfort.

⛤ Writes poetry about you in her journal, especially about the first time she met you and how you made her feel. She’d die before you read any of it though.

⛤ Loves to sketch you. Her journal is filled with drawings of your eyes, your lips, your smile. You’re her favorite muse.

⛤ Bonfire dates are her favorite. Just you, her, and her guitar.

⛤ Speaks to toddlers like they’re grown ass adults.

“Don’t you think it’s fucked- sorry, messed up how many atrocities the government has forced us to be complicit in simply by paying taxes?”

The confused kid is just staring at her.

“I think this baby’s deaf.”

⛤ Loves when you scratch her back. She’ll even be bossy with it and guide your hand.

“Lower. No, wait, go up. To the left- I said left.”

⛤ A huge fan of Mortal Kombat. Okay that’s all I got

[zevrra]

jayvik x reader smut - jayce and reader trying to pump up viktor to give a presentation to a crowd,,, possibly making him read out the presentation while giving him various ✨distractions✨,,, just desperately need to see vikky-boy get the praise he deserves ✊

includes: [nsfw!!] fem!reader and jayce help vik “focus” for a speech!

ft. viktor x reader x jayce

extra: thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy this and hope you request again soon! <3 (also did not proof read this forgive me for any errors jshsjsh)

“no. i refuse.” viktor huffs annoyingly as he walks across the lab. his cane taps against marble flooring as he moves to lean against the large desk he’s spent countless hours at, disapproved by what you and jayce ask of him. “jayce, you should do it. i-i cannot.”

“no can do, v.” jayce replies as he stands at viktor’s side, a soft gaze landing on his partner’s face.

“the council asked specifically for you to speak vik.” you add as you slip right up on the other side of viktor. you reach with a gentle hand to reassuringly touch his shoulder.

viktor sighs, running a hand across his slender face. amber eyes scanning the floor for any excuse he can use to get out of public speaking. not that he hated it but he…kind of hated it. jayce was always better at speaking to the masses as he was far more charismatic than viktor so why the council wanted him to speak, he didn’t know why and had a sneaky suspicion it was thanks to you two…but he couldn’t prove otherwise.

seeing the slight worry in his pretty eyes, you look over at jayce with your own concerned look but he seems to know exactly what to do to calm both of you down. “why don’t we help you practice vik? i’ve written a speech already so you can just read from it, yeah?” jayce brightly says, retrieving the notes from somewhere in his jacket, handing the folder off into viktor’s hands. “just pretend we’re the audience!”

you smile fondly at jayce. thankfully, he was always so prepared and this worked out perfectly for viktor to get a little practice in before he was supposed to give said speech.

that is until viktor gets half way into the first paragraph before he gives up, pressing his head into his hand. “this is ridiculous! i can’t do this.” he grumpily says, pressing the papers into jayce’s chest to give them back to him.

jayce takes up the papers along with vik’s hand as he holds it gently in his own large hand. “no, come on v! you were doing fine.” jayce states in a matter-of-fact tone and you nod in agreement on the other side of vik.

you take vik’s other hand and place a sweet kiss against it. “he’s right viktor. you just need some…encouragement!” you exclaim with a smile. viktor and jayce give you a puzzling look as to what encouragement you could have in mind. “how about for every paragraph you get through i’ll…take off a piece of clothing.”

“w-what!?” viktor gasps, blinking at you with wide eyes as if you’re nothing but serious about it. “and how is that…going to help me?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, mirroring jayce’s shocked face as they both stare at you; dumbfounded.

you shrug, moving to stand in front of the two men, hands on your hips. “i’m not sure but it can’t hurt to try.” you remark.

jayce laughs a little but nods along, handing vik back the speech he’s to work on, before moving to stand beside you where he then rests a hand on your lower back. “i’ll help.” he adds to your provocation, sliding his hand along your waist until he lays a hot hand against your hip as he bends down to place a kiss against your neck.

viktor stares for a moment in silence, debating in his mind but ultimately the thought of you stripping wins him over. his eyes move over the words of the speech in his hand as he begins to repeat them aloud. his voice is a little smaller but ultimately calmer as he begins to actually read the speech. after the first paragraph he eagerly glances up at you and jayce from over the edge of the paper. and you both keep your promise, jayce removes a piece of your clothing.

he starts with your shirt, fingers gripping the hem tightly before ever so slowly he pulls it up. and he easily removes your shirt up and over your head; tossing it onto the desk beside viktor, before he returns to placing kisses against your neck. his hands smooth along your semi-exposed body as viktor stares longingly at the two of you.

he quickly returns to reading the speech. reads through 3 or 4 more paragraphs worth of the speech with a calmer, more focused tone than he previously had been. presents himself with more confidence than before; as the last piece of your clothing is being taken away by jayce. you help him by shifting your legs a little, lifting your feet to help him discard your underwear.

viktor stares as all of it happens. “i don’t think i can focus anymore...” he mutters under his breath, laughing a little as he lowers the paper.

“only a little more to go.” jayce hums in response towards vik as his hands trail along your body. warm fingers groping your skin, showing you off like a prize he’s won as viktor watches with hungry eyes.

“you’re doing so good though sweetheart.” you add with a smile, trailing your hand down the front of vik’s chest, stopping at the edge of his belt. “keep going. i love listening to you v.” you whisper while your fingers work on undoing viktor of his pants. you slide your palm against the front of his underwear, moving to kiss along his jaw.

one of jayce’s hands follows your own to vik’s lower half as he joins in on rubbing vik through his underwear while his other hand slips between your thighs. his fingers press right up against your cunt, rubbing slowly as he kisses the back of your neck.

viktor gasps softly at the hands groping him, fingers slightly trembling as he watches everything going on before him. jayce’s hands on you, your hands on him, the kissing at his neck, his breath hitching as you slip your hand beneath his underwear and give him a swift stroke. “mmph this is!” viktor whines, pressing his full weight onto the desk.

you smile as viktor stumbles over his words, unable to really speak as you and jayce’s hands wrap around his stiffening cock.

“if you finish with the speech quickly vik, i’ll let you fuck me.” you respond with another stroke, chuckling as vik gasps again. but it’s cut short as you instead deeply groan when jayce’s fingers press inside of you, a shiver runs down your spine.

“she’s wet just from thinkin’ about it.” jayce sweetly hums, fingers flexing inside of you while his other hand moves along vik with your own. “your voice is so nice vik. it turns her on.” jayce adds, spilling any dark secret you may have tried to hide.

you pout at his words and if he could see your face you’d roll your eyes at what he says. instead you press into him, feeling his own stiff cock grind against your body. “you’re one to talk jay. you’re as turned on as i am.” you respond now with a grin. listening, and loving every second, as jayce groans as you rub up against him. “you love listening to him too. you’re so hard right now…”

“please uh, now is not the time you two.” viktor remarks, interrupting you two, as a red hue settles vividly on his face. clearly, he had not realized the two of his lovers had enjoyed his voice so much and the embarrassment is staining across his pale skin now. he clears his throat while pressing a hand against his lips in an attempt to hide his face from your watchful gaze.

jayce and you suddenly connect a few dots that maybe viktor really, really liked being complimented and praised. “mmm, i really enjoy it when vik talks about the work he does in the lab. he’s always so charming when he speaks.” you say as you move to viktor’s side, glancing at jayce as he flanks to the left. your hand moves slightly faster against vik’s erection while jayce follows in your direction. you rub against vik’s tip, returning to kiss at his neck, while jayce mimics everything you do.

“mhm. i love hearing his voice when he orders me around too.” jayce comments with a chuckle against vik’s skin.

vik in return half moans, half whimpers at the sudden praise. the speech now long forgotten, set off to the side, as vik closes his eyes in pleasure. “you two…”

fuck the speech, the crowd, the council, and everything in between the only thing you wanted to do now was viktor. and it seems like jayce agrees with you as the two of you share a knowing look. your watch as jayce turns viktor towards him, watching as the two lock lips in a heated make-out. you shift vik’s underwear down and finally pull him free, scraping your teeth along vik’s pale neck.

“let’s see just how pretty his voice can get, hmm?”

[fluffylino]

strawberry cow ! chan 🍓🌷

part one

part 2 thoughts

-contains suggestive themes (chan's tits!)

gulping down the spit that pooled in your mouth. you wanted to corrupt him. you needed to see him cry from pleasure. shake from pleasure.

because how?

Just how could anybody not instantly fall for this sweetheart ?

chest warm, swollen under your palms as you kneaded into the flesh. sticking your tongue down onto his leaking nubs. tasting the sweet white substance that dripped out in copious amounts.

"f-full. m-more" chan whimpers. his hand gently coming to rest on the back of your head. urging you to do more than just lick him.

"what'd you want me to do, baby?" teasing him ever so much. wanting to know what exactly he wanted you to do.

his lips parting. the cow hybrid whines, refusing to look at you. instead his ears go flat on his head.

"come now, channie. tell me what you want..."

"...m-mouth" he whispers, trying to signal to you what he meant. you smiled, deciding you'd only help him if he used his words.

pinching his swollen nub hard enough to have him arch his back. a long drawn out whine escaping his lips.

"please...s-suck" and in a second you lower your head. revelling in the way he gently nudges your face to his chest. gasping in a cute way. so extremely cute that it only makes you suck harder. drinking the milk with half lidded eyes. his scent filling up your nostrils.

"channie..." you mumble, squeezing his chest rhythmically. not caring if his bedsheets got stained.

"m-mhm" he murmurs, writhing into his pillow. hair messy and ears still pressed dosn on his fluffy hair. his cheeks red and lips stained with spit.

"baby" you call out again. heart racing at the way he lifts his head up. looking at you with big doe eyes. glassy and wide.

"you taste sooo good"

watching his eyes widen even more. his hands coming up to cover his face. a soft little noise leaving him. it sounds almost like a calf.

"did you just moo, channie?" you coo, prying his hands off his face. but he furiously shakes his head.

"chris."

and his ears twitch aggressively. freezing at the name you call him. blinking at you shyly and making no attempt to disobey you.

"good boy."

straddling his torso to sit on top of him. running your hands through his hair. realising his chest was slowly going back to normal. his own milk drying up on his abs. sticky and honey-like.

"how about we milk something else..."

"h-huh?" his voice cracks.

"what if i say I do have a manual pump in my bag....and plenty of lube?" you whisper, watching him grow harder beneath you.

his expression is filled with shock but his body was ever ready to be fucked.

"does channie want to do some more?"

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i had a dream okay? i dreamt of this chan and i had to make this the part 2.

PART 3 WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU GUYS GIVE ME IDEAS.

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GIVE ME IDEAS.

SEND ME THOUGHTS.

THIS. IS. A. THREAT.

(in the sweetest way possible <3)

[yourislandgirl]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ INDIRECTLY ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ || 박성훈 x fem!reader || smau

pt 2 .. pt 3 .. pt 4 .. pt 5 .. fin.

summary: your best friend reveals his desire to ask you to prom without actually asking you to prom..

genres: fluff, non-idol!sunghoon x reader, promposal season, best friends to lovers, ft. mentions of 02z, isa, yunjin and yeonjun

warnings: attempts at humour, yn’s kinda dense ngl, park sunghoon; professional matchmaker + unintentional idiot, i’m not american so i don’t understand prom culture (everything i know is from movies/shows), open ending aka i had an idea and just wanted to post it (could def take this further)

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a.n: felt bored, had an idea, missed making smau’s and thus this was birthed 😌 also also ni-ki’s instalment for the kiss me, don’t say no series is almost done !! (give me like . half an hour T^T)

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey — @rynnest

2025 © yourislandgirl

[puptrefied]

currently thinking about sleepy sex with ellie :(

cw - somno.

　ellie who cannot keep her hands to herself even while she's falling asleep, needs it. the warmth, needs the feeling of your skin, she needs to be as close as humanly possible if not more.

you barely had any time to get under the covers before her hands automatically found their way under your shirt, palm on your stomach to tug you closer—calloused fingers stroked lazy shapes against your skin. her front flush against your back, lips messily meeting your shoulder with a low hum.

baby had to wake up earlier than usual for patrol and was so fucking tiredddd </3

“my hand's not cold…” the sound of her voice was muffled against your back and as much as she denies it, her hand is definitely cold, freezing I dare to say. this woman is an ice cube most of the time. with that body temperature she might as well be liquid nitrogen pretending to be a person.

( and she takes advantage of it to cuddle. )

“ellie, I swear—get your hand away,” you shot back, trying to squirm away from her cold grip, but it only made her tighten her hold, pulling you even closer.

“mm, stop moving,” she whined, her tone dipping into that sleep-drunk whimper that made your resolve crumble most of the time. “you’re warm… feels nice.” her nose nuzzled the back of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

ugh, so stubborn and clingy.

don't blame her if she starts to grind against your ass while spooning, she just wants to be warm! and honestly it's her body acting purely out of instinct.

it's not just to fuck, it's to soothe herself to sleep.

her hips moved in small, unthinking rolls, completely involuntary, like her body was acting on autopilot. she wasn’t fully there—her needy murmurs were barely coherent, breath hot against your neck as she clung tighter.

even if there's no direct contact she lets out little, groany whimpers on your neck while her hand stills its movements every now and then. hazy mind unable to focus on doing multiple things at once. she's awful at multitasking when eepy.

all she can think about is feels good feels good feels good and how her hand goes to grip your hips, you could be dead asleep and her body keeps moving. the hot, tingly feeling in ellie's lower abdomen making her unable to stop. she'll apologize for her horny actions in the morning with extra kisses!

if you're awake enough to turn around though? oh, she goes insane.

puffy lips finding your own in an instant, the kiss sloppy and desperately uncoordinated. she goes at it like she's starved, like she'll die in her sleep if she doesn't kiss ( eat ) you right now. her thigh situates itself in-between yours to rub there, feeling the already sticky mess dripping from the fabric of your underwear onto her skin. she’s so grateful for every decision she took in her life that led her to wear shorts as PJs.

the movements don't have any pace or rhythm—she's too tired for that—but they don't stop, she doesn't want them to and the little sounds you make show that you don't want that either.

she feels your thighs clench around hers and the way your hand grips her shirt, the smooth skin on her thigh coated with arousal.

“that's good…” ellie slurred while the wet, messy open-mouthed kisses trail down your neck. they start to go a bit slower and less frequent than before as she grows more and more tired. the whiny sighs slipping from your lips sound like a lullaby to her barely conscious brain.

her panties are still soaked but her poor body can't keep going for longer. her own orgasm will have to wait until tomorrow because she's out like light the second you come.

night night. ♡

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[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Crybaby Yandere Boyfriend when he thinks you’re cheating, Part 2

Nsfw ; AFAB

Quick recap : Crybaby boyfriend has you in his clutches after he sees you with another man at the cafe. He confronts you about it and now you’re here. 

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think of anyone else.”

He quickly tugs your pants off, mouth watering at the sight of your beautiful thighs he loves to bite so much. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Only for me. Only for me…” He mutters that last part to himself, entranced by the way your eyes seem to pierce through his soul. 

Laying on his stomach, he laps at your cunt like he’s was a man in the desert, and your body is his only oasis. You smell divine, and your own moans are rivaled by the volume of his. You arch your back, your boyfriend grunting as you move your hips closer to his face with your hands clutching his hair. 

When you finally reach that mind-breaking orgasm, he looks as you with puppy-eyes, kissing you on the lips with a, “See, aren’t I good? No one can take care of you like I can. He’ll never be able to make you cum like I do.” 

You begin to ask what who he’s referring to but he wants none of it. He silences you with a bite to your neck, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t,” He whines, “I don’t wanna hear you praising anyone else but me.”

You feel your lower part ache with need, and when you reach out to him with so much want and love in your eyes, you swear you see his eyes start to water again. 

You beg, and he can do nothing else than take care of his sweetheart. 

Panties taken off, he gently places a hand on your stomach. He slides his hard member into your entrance, and both of you gasp at the feeling. 

He picks up a ravenous pace in no time, leaving you to melt in a state of bliss as you hear him chant, “Please don’t leave me, don’t leave me, I love you, don’t..” with each hard thrust. 

He pushes your legs back to the point that your tits are squished between your legs, encroaching the deepest part of your being with intense passion. Your pussy throbs in pleasure, lewd squelching noises doing little to overshadow your cries. 

When he starts playing with your clit, the overstimulation nearly breaks you. You’re about to cum again when your loverboy abruptly stops, leaving you empty and craving so much more. 

He looks at you with a ferocity in his eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one for you and I’ll help you finish. Say that you’re mine.”

He starts back up again with an agonizingly slow pace, “Come on, say it!” He coaxes. You relent with ease, and the relief on his features is palpable, so clear that you can’t help but feel bad for making him feel so insecure. Of course you love him. You have no problem telling him that, watching with a loving smile as he grins down back at you, eyes glassy.

“Thank you,” he says, and immediately moves to devour you again, pumping hard into you while you wrap your legs around him. He meets your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva trailing between the two of you as his tongue explores the crevices of the mouth he loves so much. You tangle your tongue with his and his cock twitches in excitement.

“Fuck it, I want to breed you so bad, cover that sweet pussy in my cum. I wanna fill you up so much. Please baby, please? Let me cum in you.”

With him begging like that, how can you say no? You know he’s close because he grips you tighter, breath stuttering. He looks so cutely pleased when you say yes, and his thrusts become rough and haggard. Warmth fills your core as you hear him cry out, whining against your neck with a bite as he releases into you. 

Despite being finished, he refuses to let you go, opting to pull you into his chest as he rests his head atop yours. He sighs contentedly. 

Minutes pass in peace when you get a text message from a certain someone. 

“Oh look,” you cry, “It’s my sister! She says she’s in town with her boyfriend.

You show him a picture. Much to his shock, she’s your TWIN, smiling with the man he was sure he saw you with earlier in the cafe that day.

If he had any more tears to cry, it’d be of embarrassment.

[meganegatari]

Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

[shuafiles]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | jaemin has a big crush on reader, oral (m receiving), in a closet ? not proofread

nerd!jaemin couldn’t believe it when you, the hottest girl in university–his long-time crush, were currently choking on his cock in a random closet. he didn’t think there was even a chance that you knew him, yet here you were, tears brimming your eyes as he fucked your throat.

you were about to skip class because your asshole of an ex-boyfriend decided to break up with you through a lousy text this morning. walking through the crowded halls with tears streaming down your face, you tried to steady your breathing, wiping your face with the back of your hand, when you suddenly collided with jaemin. who better to bump into than someone you knew you could easily get with?

“s-sorry, y/n.” jaemin muttered, fixing his glasses that had slipped down his nose before fixating his gaze on you. your cheeks puffy and eyes red from sobbing. concern was written all over his face.

worried that he was pitying you for crying, you hastily wiped your tears. “i’m fine.” you shook your head, “jaemin, right?”

jaemin’s heart fluttered from the sound of his name escaping your lips. he hadn’t expected you to remember him, you only had a few classes together, and you barely even glanced in his direction. but here you were, standing before him, and you remembered him.

“yeah, we have lit together.”

“i know you.” before you could think of what to say to him, words escaped from your mouth before you could even comprehend them, “do you want to get out of here?” you blurted out, feeling shy, but you needed the distraction, and he was perfect.

“w-what?” jaemin’s eyes widened.

“please?” you pleaded, your bottom lip pushing out, and he cursed himself for being attracted to you because moments later, you were dragging him across the hall with your hand in his.

one thing led to another, you ended up pulling him into a random closet with your lips attached to his.

“wait, y-y/n” jaemin mumbled, pulling away from your lips. breath shaky as he stared down at you, the barely lit closet was not helping.

“jaemin, please, i need you.” your hands reached for the button of his pants, playing with it before leaning closer to him. his back hitting the door, heart pacing when he felt your breath fanning on him, sending shivers down his spine. you were so close, too close, and he couldn’t think rationally.  “do you not want me?”

of course, he wanted you–he wanted you so much it was driving him insane. the sleepless nights he spent with his hand down his pants with the thought of you accompanying him. now, here you were, begging for him. it wasn’t just that you wanted him—you needed him. how could he say no to that?

“i-i do,” jaemin stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “i really do.” 

“then kiss me.” that was all he needed before he connected his lips to yours. his hands instinctively finding your waist, gripping it gently, tugging your body close to him. his tongue swiping along your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, exploring every corner.

you smiled softly against his lips, hands moving with purpose as you undid the button of his pants. once you were done, you pulled away from him. your lips trailed down his neck, jaemin let out a soft groan, his hands sliding up your sides, feeling the heat of your body through your clothes.

you kneeled in front of him, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down to his ankles and freeing his erection from the restraints. you looked up at him through your lashes, but he was already intently staring at you, his lip between his teeth as he watched you.

“word gets around, you know.” you hummed, wrapping your fingers around his length, to which he hissed once he felt your cold fingers on his skin. “heard there was this one nerd who had a crush on me.” he pushed his head back once you licked the tip of his cock. “didn’t know he’d be so down to let me suck his cock in a tight closet.” you pushed his tip into your mouth, stroking the rest of his cock as you sucked on the head.

“shit.” jaemin groaned, shutting his eyes, too embarrassed by your confession. he was putty against your touch. granted, he doesn’t really have anyone to suck his dick, he was too afraid he’d cum immediately if he looked at you. you sank further down his cock until his tip hit the back of your throat. his hands curled into fists as he restrained himself from touching you.

you saw his struggle, so you pulled away from his length, a string of saliva forming from your lips to him. “hey,” you called out, making him look down at you, which he regretted immediately. your eyes were still bloodshot from your previous sobbing, but he imagined it was because of his cock in your mouth, which made it twitch. he swore he could cum just by looking at you next to his cock. “you can touch me, jaemin.”

“o-okay.” jaemin whispered, placing one of his hands on your cheek, caressing the skin softly.

you smiled at him before returning your attention to his cock. you took him in your mouth again, feeling his hand creep up to collect your hair and form a makeshift ponytail. his breath unsteady as you bobbed your head on his cock. his grip on your hair tightened as he guided you down on his length. tears brimming your eyes as you gagged, looking up at him, but he was already looking at you.

jaemin let out soft groans as you deepthroated him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him. your hands gripping the hem of his shirt.

“fuck, just like that.” you hummed against his cock, the vibrations making him spiral. “want to cum in your mouth, pretty girl.”

your hands slipped to his thighs, rubbing the skin with your thumbs. his cock twitching in your mouth as you fastened your pace. sucking on his length while your tongue glides on the underside of the head of his cock.

jaemin’s breath hitched once he felt his climax come to a close. with a final thrust in your mouth, you felt his cum shoot down your throat. you pulled away from his cock, swallowing every last drop of his cum. you stood up in front of him, his cheeks heating up at the sight of you fresh from giving him head.

he opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. his gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes, searching for any sign of regret, uncertainty, anything that might tell him how you felt.

instead, you leaned forward and pecked his lips. but his arms wrapped around your waist to pull your body close. he pressed his lips to yours passionately as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

giggling, you pulled away once you felt his bare skin brush against your thigh. “your cock’s out.”

jaemin’s eyes widened before reaching down and pulling his boxer and pants up his legs.

“we should probably get out of here before someone comes in here.” you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, and you saw his shoulders drop from disappointment. you faced him and cupped his cheeks before kissing him softly. “i’ll see you next time, okay?”

and with that, jaemin watched as you quietly left the closet, leaving him wondering when the next time would be.

[muxshwriting]

voiceless - drabble(ish)

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader

summary: being the wife of Feyd mean you aren't afforded the freedoms you once had including your opinion || warnings: borderline abusive relationship, prejudice, sexism || word count: 350 || masterlist

House Harkonnen was known across the galaxy for their brutality. They are heirs of cruelty because they were taught that cruelty will keep them in power. And it was because of that power that your father had decided that you would be wed into their great house.

The youngest nephew of the Baron and his heir, Feyd-Rautha would be your betrothed, your husband. He was barely older than you, a fresh adult with a penchant for blood and suffering and everything his house stood for. It was as if you were to be married to the devil himself.

After your union, there were certain things you'd immediately noticed. Women were objects, slaves or servants to the Harkonnens, they were not equal people. You could tell yourself that your value came from your experience, you intellgience and your knowledge. But in truth, to the Harkonnen's, your value came from your name and your father's money. Perhaps the pretty face helped but the power you were privy to mattered more.

Feyd ignored you most days, only acknowledging your presence when he returned to your chambers. When he did acknowledge you then, it was only to request that you help him change and be ready for bed. You joined him one day, shadowing him but always staying a few steps behind.

“Why do you follow me, wife?”

You pause in your step as your husband turns to face you, a calculating look in his eyes. “Am I forbidden from spending time with you?”

“Our time shared is within our bedchambers.” Feyd said shortly. There was no room for other discussion as he walked further down the corridor and left you standing in silence.

And as it was, the silence returned to your life. Empty chambers where there was nothing to be done all day. You were judged if you went out without Feyd and yet Feyd refused to be seen with you.

He did not care what you did with your day as long as you were not with him. But because you weren’t with him, you could do nothing with your day.

I have been peer pressured. there is now a part two to this: articulate