#and if they are please tell me immediately and i will strip this from the Inter Net forever

[corroding-time]

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You’re really making me work… @randompoint222 @fernandamala @orignialpuppyprincessboyblog

part one, part two

gentleman top male reader x horny boyfriend. nsfw.

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After that, it was smooth sailing. Now, you paid a lot more attention to him and his not so subtle hints. It got you thinking, how ignorant did you have to be when he was being so obvious and blatant about it?

So the next time he’d drop hints of what he wants…

He wraps his arms around you, effectively disturbing your work. Rubbing his head against your torso, kneeling on the floor as he looks up at you with mischievous eyes covered up with innocence. You gulped, stopping your work as you looked down at him. “Wow, babe, you look so hot when you’re working. I just want to…” He slides up your shirt, gently biting the skin. He places a hand right between your legs (where your obvious boner was) and coyly slides himself up, placing his head in the crook of your neck. His voice drops to a whisper. “So, what do you say, babe..?” His breath hits your neck, warm and inviting. His hand moves, palming your bulge.

Your hands hover at his sides, uncertain, hesitant. “I-is it… do you want to…” You leave the words unsaid,  hanging in the air for him to decipher. “Yes! I was wondering when you would realize.” He starts to immediately strip himself, working at an inhuman pace. “Thought I would have to say it straight up to you, like last time.” He smirks at your nervous expression as you tell him not to do that- what if you were on a call and somebody heard?

“Hehe, you didn’t let me finish. I thought I would have to, but I don’t need to cause you’ve been catching on a lot quicker.” He grins as he tugs down his pants. You get flustered, telling him to stop so you can move to the bed.

That’s another thing- he wants to do it all the time, everywhere. You can be washing the dishes and he’s behind you practically humping your leg. You’d be reading or gaming and he’s jumping on you. You’d come home from work to be met with a hot, needy kiss. He’s begging the second he sees you. It happens a lot more often now that you understood- there was no way that he would be refused, so he's gotten a lot more bold. And you always ask to confirm if it’s what you think it is and the answer is never no.

When you guys do have sex, you always refuse to release, trying your best to take care of him. But that’s so hard when he’s been very keen to get you off. He’s been trying all sorts of things to get you to climax.

Like one time, it was your day off and his working day. You try to pass time as you wait for him on the couch, but fall asleep. When you woke up…

You jolt as you start to gain consciousness, feeling warm all over, and extremely… sensitive. Something was wet, hot and tight. You let out an involuntary moan, quickly opening your eyes to see your pants down and your boyfriend sucking on it. You immediately put your hand on his head, trying to push him off. “Oh, you’re awake?” He says muffled, mouth full. The sensation of vibrations runs up your body and you shiver in pleasure. You mumble for him to get off and he obliges. You were all flustered asking him what he was doing, he shouldn’t do that, especially without your permission, while you were sleeping, but you get cut off as he wraps his hand around the base. “But I’ve never seen you release…” He pouts.

He starts to move his hand up and down, slowly, grip comfortably tight. You wince from the pleasure, doing nothing to stop him. He takes this as a sign to continue, slightly speeding up. “It’s not fair… you always get to see me cum, but I’ve never got to see you…” You stutter out excuses, how you wanted to please him, how you wanted to maximize the pleasure for him, and he cuts you off again with a slight squeeze.

“Please, just this once..?”

How could you ever refuse that?

He moves to sit next to you. You try your best to muffle your sounds as he continues to stroke you. You’re panting heavily, unconsciously spreading your legs wider, hands fumbling around to grip something. You’d never felt like this before. As you let out shallow breaths, he seems proud of himself, stroking faster and faster.

The worst part of it all was how he was staring at you the whole time- like he wanted the memory burned into his mind, locked away for later use. Every sound and flinch and wince from you encourages him as he pushes you towards your release. You ashamedly felt turned on from it, the way his eyes were on you.

The final straw is when he wraps an arm around your shoulder, snuggling closer to you. “C’mon, babe, can’t you cum for me..?” You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you release.

Damn. You were so wrapped up in the hand job, you forgot exactly where you were. You dirtied the couch. Next time you’d-

Wait, next time? You groan internally as you see him lick his fingers. He really was rubbing off on you.

[viviansturns]

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔

cw: threesome, overstimming, very rough sex, just a shit ton of orgasms, p in v, size kink i think, just really nasty shit

Matt and Chris had had a brutal day. Endless meetings. Filming that dragged for hours. Every moment felt like it tested their patience to the breaking point. By the time they got home, they were on edge—tense, raw, and needing to take it out on something.

Or better yet—someone.

__________

Chris shoved you onto the bed so hard you bounced. You didn’t even have time to catch your breath before Matt was crawling over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one big hand.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled, lips brushing your ear.

You squirmed, breathless. “Nowhere.”

Chris snickered at the foot of the bed, stripping his shirt off. His eyes raked over your body like he was imagining how many ways he could split you open.

“That’s right. You’re ours tonight. For as long as we want.”

Matt tightened his grip on your wrists. You gasped, arching up into him. His free hand pushed up your bra, baring your chest. He didn’t bother unclasping it. He just wanted you exposed.

Chris climbed onto the bed and grabbed your ankles, dragging you down so you lay flat beneath both of them. He spread your legs wide, bending one knee up to open you even more.

“Fuck, look at her,” he muttered. “Already wet.”

Matt pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “She’s fucking desperate.”

You whimpered.

“Tell us,” Chris demanded, fingers skimming the wet line of your panties. “What do you want?”

“Please…” you managed.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Please what? Use your words.”

You swallowed. “Please fuck me.”

Matt let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Good girl.”

Chris didn’t bother being gentle. He ripped your panties at the seam and tossed them aside. His fingers were on you immediately, spreading your slick folds, sliding through the mess you’d made of yourself.

“Look at that. We haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You bucked against his hand. He slapped your inner thigh lightly.

“Stay still.”

Matt’s thumb pressed against your lip. “Open.”

You obeyed, letting him slide it into your mouth. He watched you suck on it, pupils blown.

“Think you can take it baby?” he murmured.

You whined around his thumb, nodding.

Chris chuckled. “We’ll see.”

He pushed two fingers into you slowly, making you moan. Then he curled them, hitting your spot so perfectly you almost screamed.

Matt covered your mouth with his hand. “Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors hearing how much of a slut you are yet.”

Your eyes rolled back. Chris added a third finger, stretching you mercilessly.

“Gonna make sure you’re ready,” he said. “We’re gonna last. You’re gonna last. Even if you’re crying by the end.”

Matt rocked against you from above, still fully clothed but grinding his cock against your stomach, leaking precome through his jeans.

“Gonna fuck you so long you forget your name,” he growled.

Chris withdrew his fingers and wiped them on your thigh. He unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and already hard.

“You first?” Matt asked, voice calm, casual.

Chris smirked. “Nah. We’ll take turns. Wear her out.”

He leaned down, grabbing your jaw hard enough to make you whimper. “Ready?”

You nodded frantically.

“Say it.”

“Please—fuck me, Chris—Matt—please.”

They shared a look, dark and hungry.

Matt finally let your wrists go and peeled off his own clothes, slow and deliberate. He was big, thick, heavy between his legs. He stroked himself lazily, watching you squirm.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

You obeyed.

Chris positioned himself between your legs, lining up. He didn’t push in yet—just dragged the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you, making you writhe.

“You want it rough?”

“Yes—please—”

He gave you a vicious smile.

“Good.”

He slammed in all at once.

You screamed, back arching off the bed. Matt’s hand was immediately on your throat again, pressing you back down.

“Take it,” he hissed. “Take all of it.”

Chris didn’t give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds.

Matt watched you with dark eyes, stroking himself.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Stretch her out for me.”

Chris grunted, sweat beading on his forehead. “She’s fucking tight. God.”

Your vision blurred. Pleasure and pain mixed until you couldn’t tell them apart.

Matt leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing your moans.

When Chris finally slowed, he pulled out with a wet pop.

“Your turn.”

Matt didn’t even wait. He lined up and pushed in slowly, making you feel every inch.

You sobbed.

Chris grabbed your hair and yanked your head back. “Don’t cry now. You said you wanted this.”

Matt was relentless, deep, grinding in circles to hit every spot.

“Gonna fuck you all night,” he panted, voice low and deadly. “You want that?”

You sobbed out a broken “Yes.”

They both laughed.

Chris slapped your thigh. “Good girl.”

Matt’s pace grew savage. Chris kissed you roughly, biting your lip.

Matt groaned. “She’ll be lucky if she can walk tomorrow.”

You clenched around him, screaming.

Chris smirked. “Fuck yeah. That’s it. Cum for him.”

You did, body shaking violently.

Matt didn’t even stop. He kept fucking you through it, making you sob.

Chris stroked himself lazily, watching your ruined expression.

“When he’s done,” he promised darkly, “I’m going again. Then we’ll both be in you. And you’re not leaving this bed until we’re satisfied.”

You couldn’t even answer, voice wrecked.

Matt kissed your cheek, surprisingly gentle for a second.

“Hope you’re ready to last all night.”

Chris laughed, mean and eager.

You were still shaking when Matt finally slowed his thrusts, but he didn’t pull out. He was buried to the hilt, his cock stretching you deep, hitting spots that made your toes curl. He watched your face contort with each aftershock, lips curling in a smug smirk.

“You hear that?” he growled, hips grinding lazily. “Listen to how wet you are for me.”

The squelching sounds between your thighs were obscene, wet and messy from your release. Chris was still beside you, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark and predatory.

“Fuck her open,” Chris ordered. “I want her loose and begging.”

Matt snorted but obeyed, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in with a wet slap. You screamed, tears welling up again.

Chris grabbed your jaw in one strong hand. “Shh. You’re fine. You wanted this. Take it.”

Matt’s pace picked up again, not quite as brutal as Chris’s had been, but somehow worse—his length dragged against every nerve inside you, pushing deeper than you thought possible.

“Fuck—so deep—” you gasped.

“Yeah?” Matt’s voice was tight, restrained. His forehead was damp with sweat. “Feel how far I am?”

You whimpered a yes, barely coherent.

He fucked you in long, unhurried thrusts, making sure you felt all of him. Every time he bottomed out, he ground his hips, making you choke on a sob.

Chris was watching your cunt swallow Matt’s cock, his own dick twitching in his hand.

“She’s fucking dripping,” he said roughly. He slapped your thigh hard enough to make you jump. “Look at that mess.”

Matt grunted, pulling out slow and then slamming in harder. “She’ll take yours next.”

Chris leaned forward, voice low and taunting in your ear. “Ready for me? Gonna fill you so fucking full you won’t know who’s who?”

You moaned, nodding frantically.

Matt’s rhythm faltered, his breath hitching. He forced himself to slow down, teeth gritted.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Not yet.”

Chris smirked. “Don’t you fucking cum in her yet. Pull out.”

Matt hissed in frustration but obeyed, pulling out with a wet pop, strings of slick clinging between you. You whimpered at the loss, body pulsing and empty.

Chris grabbed you by the hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.

“Ass up.”

You struggled to obey, limbs weak. Matt helped you, grabbing your hair to pull your head back while Chris shoved your knees apart.

“Good girl,” Chris crooned mockingly. “So polite. So ready.”

He pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance. Even after Matt had stretched you, you felt the difference immediately—Chris was shorter but wider, filling you to the brim with the first push.

You sobbed into the pillow.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fucking take it.”

He started to move, hard, punishing thrusts that made your ass bounce. You screamed, hands clawing at the sheets.

Matt was right in front of you, stroking himself. He grabbed your hair again and forced you to look up.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Your vision blurred with tears, but you obeyed.

Chris slapped your ass, hard. “She’s so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Feel that? Even after you fucked her open.”

You were a mess beneath them, tears drying sticky on your flushed cheeks. Chris’s thrusts were steady and savage, his thick cock spreading you open, the slap of skin on skin obscene in the room’s heavy air.

“Look at me,” Matt repeated, voice low, fingers digging into your scalp to hold you still.

You choked on a sob but obeyed, blinking up at him.

Chris’s hand came down on your ass, hard enough to sting. “Fuck, she’s squeezing me.”

You couldn’t help it. Your cunt clenched on him involuntarily, so full it hurt so good you saw stars.

Matt was still stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on where Chris was buried inside you. He clicked his tongue.

“She’s going to cum again like this.”

Chris snorted. “Oh, I know.”

He shifted slightly, angling his hips until he found that spot deep inside that made you shriek. He started grinding there deliberately, slowing down but pressing so deep you tried to crawl away from the overwhelming pressure.

Matt shoved you back into place by your hair.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your voice cracked. “Too much—Chris—please—”

Chris only grinned. “Oh, you don’t want it?”

Your answer was a broken sob.

Matt leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. “Tell us you want it.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking.

Chris slammed in hard, making you see white. “Say it.”

“I—want it,” you gasped. “Fuck—Chris—please—don’t stop—”

Matt kissed your temple almost gently. “Good girl.”

Chris’s thrusts sped up again, filthy and wet, your slick dripping down your thighs. You could hear it. So could they.

Matt’s voice was like gravel. “Listen to how wet you are. Fucking pathetic.”

Your body trembled as you came again, squeezing Chris so tight he cursed loudly. He slowed, letting you ride it out, feeling every flutter of your walls.

When you finally slumped, boneless and twitching, Chris pulled out with an obscene sound and slapped your ass one last time.

“Fucking wrecked,” he panted.

Matt pulled your head back by the hair, forcing you to look at him.

“You done?” he asked coldly.

Your eyes fluttered, breath coming in ragged gasps. “No—please—”

Matt’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“That’s what I thought.”

He let go of your hair, and you fell forward onto the mattress, trembling. Chris gave your ass a rough shove.

“On your back. Now.”

You whimpered but obeyed, rolling over clumsily. Your legs fell open automatically, shaking and slick, heat radiating between them.

Matt climbed between your legs this time, lining himself up. He was longer, thinner than Chris, and he teased you with the tip, dragging it through your swollen folds.

You jerked, over-sensitive, but he held your hips down with bruising force.

“Still so fucking wet,” he murmured. “Still want it?”

You nodded frantically.

“Say it.”

“Please—fuck me—Matt—”

He didn’t slam in like Chris. Instead he pushed in slowly, making sure you felt every inch, every ridge, until he bottomed out.

Your head fell back with a moan that was nearly a sob.

“That’s it,” Matt growled, grinding in circles to make you feel it even more. “Take it all.”

Chris sat beside you on the bed, one hand on your cheek. He turned your face so you’d look at him.

“Look at me while he fucks you.”

Your lashes were wet with tears, lips parted.

Matt’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, slower than Chris’s punishing pace, but somehow worse—each one carved through your nerves, making your whole body tighten.

You whimpered, unable to break eye contact with Chris.

Chris smirked. “You look ruined. Such a good slut for us.”

Matt let out a low groan. “Fuck—she’s so tight—even after you.”

Chris pressed his thumb to your lip, shoving it in. You sucked weakly on it, eyes glazed.

“Good girl,” Chris praised mockingly. “Taking him so well.”

Matt’s rhythm built up, thrusts coming faster now, hips smacking against you hard enough to rock the bed. Your body jolted with every slap of skin on skin.

Your nails dug into the sheets, another orgasm cresting painfully fast.

Matt could feel it. He slapped your thigh sharply.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet.”

You sobbed, clenching around him.

Chris snickered. “She can’t help it. She’s gonna cum.”

Matt’s jaw tightened. “No. Hold it.”

He slowed down cruelly, shallow thrusts that kept you right on the edge. Your vision blurred with frustrated tears.

“Please—please let me—” you begged.

Chris stroked himself slowly as he watched. “Look at her. Fucking begging for it.”

Matt hissed between his teeth. “Say you’re ours.”

You choked on a sob. “I’m—yours—fuck—I’m yours—please let me cum—”

Matt slammed in hard, once, twice, and you screamed.

“Cum.”

Your body obeyed instantly, convulsing around him in a violent orgasm that had you seeing stars.

Lalalala!

i decided no double penetration cause no matter how i wrote it it sounded painful as fuckkk

no tags cos i dont want to make anyone uncomfy

@madz146 ik u wanted more threesomes tho lol

[molter-writes]

Just want to say you’re amazing and how do you write such amazing fics? Who were some of your favourite writers growing up and fic wise?

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i think i spent a lot of time trying to develop a style that could embody the way i wanted to use language that was expressive in and of itself and not just a conduit for the individual words (and it's still a fucking sandbox mess)—

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i have a limited experience with fics—but i'm big enough to admit watching merlin on bbc as a kid and well (some of) you know what pipeline that leads down and for the brief few months i spent in that era this fic by @valkyrieskwad was truly, so truly, my shayla (and you do not need a shred of the source material to enjoy it)

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[callsign-bobsgirl]

Baby On Board

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!Reader Summary: There seems to be a misunderstanding between you and the Dagger Squad about your husband's callsign. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Unbeta-ed, rusty writing and one clumsy allusion to smut. Otherwise none.

When the gang found out that Bob could actually talk to women, they were shocked.

When the gang found out that Bob had been talking to, coming home to, and loving on the same woman for the past ten years, they were somehow less shocked.

What shocked Bob — although in retrospect it probably shouldn’t have — is just how adamantly everyone insisted on getting to meet the Mrs. Bob Floyd. The mystery that the quiet WSO kept under wraps. This Friday at the Hard Deck, seven o’clock.

Which is what he groaned into your neck early that afternoon after Mav had sent everyone home early as a reward. The two of you lazed about on top of the covers, the box of clothes half unpacked and forgotten at the foot of the bed the minute Bob walked through the bedroom door.

“I was hoping to keep you to myself for just a little longer,” your husband whined; turned humming as you ran your hand through his hair.

“I’m more hurt you didn’t immediately tell them about your hot wife in Lemoore,” you muse, “I mean what if I came down to surprise you, hmm? What if I popped down to the Top Deck before we permanently moved down huh? And that … Flameman or whatever tried to hit on me because he didn’t have it burned into his skull that I’m the lovely Mrs. Floyd hmm? What then?”

Groaning, Bob lifted himself to his elbows, pressing kisses to your jaw, “When we meet Hangman at the Hard Deck, he’s probably gonna hit on you anyways, if nothing else than to try and get a rise out of me.”

“Ah yes, you and your famous impulsive temper,” you tease.

Sliding a hand from Bob’s torso up to his shoulder, you quickly flip him over so you’re on top. Grinning cheekily you lean back on your haunches, getting to work on Bob’s belt while he fiddles with the hem of your t-shirt, waiting for his turn to strip you of the offending cloth.

“I’ll talk to my sister, see if she can’t reschedule some stuff for Friday,” you say, reaching your hand down your husband's briefs and getting a pleased hum in response.

—

When the two of you walked into the Hard Deck, you for the first time, you let Bob lead you through the crowds of people and he pointed out the different ranks of aviators, the obvious gaggles of tag chasers, and the old-timers who were loyal to the bar. You did your best to listen but you were busy smoothing down the sundress Bob loved so much and it was really loud in here.

“Stop worrying,” Bob leaned down to say in your ear, “You can run miles around these guys.” The WSO paused for a second, “Maybe not … physically, but in every other way.”

You laugh as you slap the back of your hand against his chest, “will Phoenix be here at least?”

“You see the guy in the Hawaii print?”

“Uh-huh”

“See the woman who just jabbed him with the pool stick?”

“Yeah?”

“Phoenix.”

The two of you approach the pool table everyone is crowded around but before you can announce yourself, a boyish-looking man with amber skin whistles and waves across the pool table, bringing everyone’s attention with him.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bob!”

Everyone clamoured to meet the new arrivals, but you didn’t miss how one of them — a blond, cocky-looking son of a bitch with a toothpick dangling from his lip — held back, only to eventually push his way past an ‘LT. Fitch’. 

“Well Darlin’, it sure is nice to finally meet you,” his grin sure does take over his face, huh, “callsign Hangman, but you can call me Jake,” he says with a wink.

You share a look with Bob — who had just returned from the bar with your cocktail and his peanuts — and yeah, Hangman was exactly as you imagined him.

Saying a quick thanks to your husband and making sure to drag your fingers across Bob’s as you take the glass from him, you turn back to the other blond who won’t stop with the cocksure smirk. If Bob hadn’t warned you that Jake, for all that he was like … well this, was harmless and wouldn’t actually try anything; you’d be throwing the drink in his face.

But you also figured the alcohol would do better in you than on him.

Later in the evening, after everyone had had a few drinks and you’d loosened up, Topman sauntered back over to your stool where you were admiring your husband bent over the pool table.

“I gotta admit, I am mystified at how our Baby on Board managed to snag you,” the pilot kept going, finally getting a chuckle out of you.

‘Cause yeah, ‘Baby On Board’, that was funny you’d give Bagman that one. You didn’t get why it made the rest of the squadron look at you weird though.

“What?” you ask. 

You also couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling when Rooster swatted the back of Hangman’s head, but Phoenix is the one who elbows herself up to Hangman, going between glaring at him and raising her eyebrow at you.

“You … you do get what Bagman’s saying about Bob here, right?”

You nod, still not getting where the miscommunication lies.

“That Bob is … you know, a baby?” she explains.

Right as you emphatically exclaim, “fucks!”

And boy if that didn’t get the guys hooting and hollering, as your husband’s face turns bright pink.

Did these guys not get it? There’s a reason your Robby was one of the only two squadron members who’d even made it down the aisle. The way his hair was never out of place in uniform, how it bounced when he was out of it, and how soft it felt between your fingers. Those blue eyes that demanded your attention and turned you into a puddle when they darkened. Did his squad think you could let him do more than an hour of yard work in the summer, chest all sweaty and glistening before you beckoned him back into the privacy of the house? Or even worse, when he danced from the kitchen to the living room, carrying mugs of hot chocolate, on Christmas in those ‘family matching’ pyjamas.

‘Bob is a baby’ for the best of the best in the navy, these people were fools.

“I don’t get what the big fuss is,” you tell the aviators, “honestly, with every year that passes I half expect a kid to reach out from wherever he’s been deployed over the years.” Which gets another round of laughter out of your husband’s colleagues.

Robby knew you knew how insanely in love with him you were and how much you trusted him, and you knew how deep his devotion to you was — which is why instead of defending himself he just hid his red face in your hair. Already hearing the jokes he’ll face on base next month. You bringing a hand up to clumsily yet comfortingly cup his jaw helped though.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Payback says sincerely, “it's just that the Bob we know, the Bob we work with … it's kinda hard to see the Bob you know in him.”

And that’s when you realize. If Robby hadn’t told his squadron anything about you, then he definitely hasn’t said anything about …

“No I get it, my Robby can be on the quieter side, and probably downplays his moves at work” You hear Robby groan in your ear, knowing exactly what you’re about to reveal; and you gear yourself to revel in the shock you’re about to create. 

“But he did get three kids out of me.”  

The yelps of surprise and demands of proof had everyone in the bar glancing over at the pool table, but you and Bob just laughed at them as he handed over his wallet: showing off the five of you in the small ID window.

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A/N: this is 100% from my own misunderstanding of Hangman's joke the first few times I watched the TGM, I truly thought he was implying Bob must always have a baby on the way because look at him??? Anyways, first time posting in the fandom. Come on over and say hi! And ... idk, live laugh love long and prosper.

also s/o to @sailor-aviator for helping my brain when it wasn't braining ♡

[jinusajas]

05/01/25; 06:10pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they make your fantasies come true ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you were currently in bed reading a rather… heated scene in your novel. your lips were parted in response, reading each passage with a growing fascination.

i was pinned to the bed as he hovers over me, his fingertips dancing across my inner thigh while playing with the lace material of my panties. capturing my lips within his own, i could feel the way his large hand inches closer to my center before sliding a finger deep within me…

biting down on your bottom lip, you continue reading, holding your novel with one hand while trailing the other down to the waistband of your shorts.

my mind goes hazy, feeling him pumping his fingers in and out of me while collecting my juices within his calloused hand.

“you smell so sweet for me. i just can’t get enough of you.” his gaze darkens considerably when he feels the way my walls clench around him, earning a dark chuckle from him.

“here, let me help you with that sweetheart-“

before you could continue reading, you found your novel was suddenly ripped away from you as you came face-to-face with the onychinus leader himself.

his gaze was burning into you, nostrils flared while he glares at the book in hand. “has my kitten been finding other means to please herself without me?”

your mouth goes dry, hearing the accusation in his voice as his jealousy was barely contained. with your other hand still buried within the waistband of your shorts and panties, you found yourself unable to move or speak as sylus read a few passages from the book.

“his lips were immediately settled on my core, and i could feel his tongue delving deeper inside of my heat- oh sweetie, don’t you know that even these mere printed words are no match for me?”

tossing your novel aside, he grips at your hand in an almost harsh manner, forcing you to remove your hand from your aching sex before joining you in bed. he settles your body on his lap, spreading your legs while playfully biting down on the shell of your ear. you shiver in response when he whispers to you, “let me show you how it’s done, sweetie.”

without giving you another warning, he shoves his hand down your panties, thrusting two of his thick fingers in and out of your heat. such hedonistic friction was enough to make your back arch against him. while you were left panting, subjected to his every ministration, you allowed him to keep fingering you as you felt your arousal leak out of you and into the palm of his hand.

sylus had merely brushed his thumb against your swollen clit, yet it was enough to leave you reeling. your release was felt coursing through your veins as you cried out to him before spilling yourself on his calloused hand, earning a low groan of approval from your beloved.

feeling drained, you were slumped against him, your body feeling like it had been turned into putty in the aftermath of it all. your heart was still racing when sylus brushed his lips against your temple, his sinful whisper in your ear causing you to tremble when he tells you,

“i hope you’re not getting too tired, kitten. because i for one am far from being done with you.”

“zayne, you’ll let my dreams come true, right?”

zayne had never given into you so fast before. just seeing the way your lips were jutted out in a pretty little pout was enough to make his heart clench (and the blood rush directly to his cock.)

he reassured you that he’ll do anything to make you happy, which was why when you told him to strip himself of all his clothing-

he follows your demands with no questions asked.

once he was left bare for you, he feels his eyes go wide at the sight of you dressed in a lacy set of undergarments. his gaze turns hungrier at the mere sight of you, yet he was quickly caught off guard the moment you push him back into your shared bed.

he attempts to sit up, only to have your hand gently gripping at his wrist before tying it to the bedpost. frowning at the sensation of the familiar material, he meets your gaze and asks, “are you using one of my ties?” flashing him a playful grin, you finish tying his hand to the bedpost before giving him a chaste kiss against his lips. “guilty as charged~”

the sight of your playful smile and the way you proceed to tie zayne’s other hand to the bedpost makes a surge of heat course through him and directly to his cock. by now, it was standing at full attention for you, aching and pulsing with need as he waits with bated breath for your next move.

once he was restrained did you finally settle yourself on top of him, gently playing with his erection before slapping it against the silken material of your panties. his breathing hitches in response to the friction, knowing that he needed so much more from you-

yet you knew what he wanted, being so intimately connected to him that you didn’t need his words to tell you how he felt. letting out a sigh of his name, you settle yourself directly above him, pushing your panties to the side before taking him into you.

zayne’s response was immediate, with the doctor now rendered a mess of low whimpers and groans while he pulls at his restraints. letting out a breathless giggle, you brace yourself on his chest before proceeding to ride him. letting out loud moans, you play with your lacy bra while quickening your thrusts.

“oh zayne… thank you so much for letting me live out my fantasies. i just can’t wait to make you fall apart for me.”

and he needed no further urging to do just that, succumbing himself to your wicked smiles and the way you had complete control over his body.

you and your boyfriend had simply planned to just relax back at your apartment while having a movie marathon-

yet you found that it was all forgotten the moment you forced xavier to sit back on the couch with his legs spread. his sweats and boxers had been carelessly tossed to the side as you allowed yourself the pleasure of playing with his cock.

“ngh- starlight…!” xavier keeps moaning your name, hands already gripping at your hair when he feels your tongue tracing at the veins on his cock. as if addicted to the sheer taste of him, you take in xavier’s cock as deeply as you could while stroking him with your hands.

by now, his wanton grunts and groans of your name were far more entertaining than whatever movie was playing on your television screen. wetting his cock with your mouth alone, you felt the way he tightens his hold around your hair, alerting you to how close he was to releasing.

just as you were prepared to bring him deep within your throat, you were suddenly removed from his cock with a speed that leaves you reeling. confusion was painted on your expression when you found yourself laid back on the couch with xavier hovering over you while breathing heavily.

lifting up your shirt, he reveals your naked chest to him, making him groan as he pinches at your hardened nipples. “sorry, but i refuse to come anywhere that isn’t inside of you, starlight.”

feeling the heat against your cheeks, you allow xavier to settle himself between your legs. his hands briefly touch at the waistband of your panties before sliding it off of you mere seconds later. with nothing but your shirt on, he slowly guides his cock towards your heat, letting out a groan while tossing his head back when he manages to push himself fully into you.

the movie had already began rolling its credits scene, yet you were so caught up in the red hot pleasure xavier had gifted you to even realize it.

it starts out innocently enough, with you begging rafayel to take a bath with you. giving you a gentle smile along with a kiss, rafayel agrees to your demands before heading into the bathroom with you. when your clothes were thrown haphazardly on the bathroom floor, the lemurian takes you within his embrace before carrying you into the tub with him.

you were simply basking in the warm waters surrounding you, with your back settled against rafayel’s chest when you felt a grin spreading across your lips.

it was time to initiate your plan.

“hey rafe, how long do you think you can breathe underwater for?”

he ends up laughing at your question. “princess, you’re joking right? you know exactly who i am, so why would you-“

you place a finger on his lips, turning around to face him, your movements causing some water to spill off the sides of the tub. with a come hither movement, you settle yourself on the opposite end of the tub, fully facing rafayel while spreading your legs. “i just wanted to know if you could… use your mouth to assuage this annoying ache between my legs?”

his eyes darken considerably in response to your gentle command, with your eyes shining with mischief as you beckoned him to come closer to you. “come on, rafe- don’t you want to make your princess feel good and happy?”

with a click of his tongue, rafayel shakes his head briefly before diving into the shallow tub, making you gasp when you felt his slender hands grip at your waist. settling himself between your thighs, you let out a soft mewl of his name, feeling his lips already at your center.

your breathing hitches when rafayel manages to slide a finger inside of your heat, pumping it while pinching at your swollen clit each time his hands brushed against it. you were now gripping at the edge of the tub with both hands, feeling the way rafayel thrusts his tongue into your aching sex. as he was setting a pace with his mouth alone, you were basking in the sensation of it all-

only to be broken out of your reveries when something hot and hard quickly replaces his mouth. your moans were echoing throughout the room when rafayel comes out of the shallow water’s depths, his cock now completely sheathed within you as he set a rapid pace.

“sorry princess, you were just too alluring to ignore.” the artist gives you a sheepish grin before proceeding to pound himself into you, giving you an angelic smile even as he proceeded to do unspeakable things to your body.

caleb felt empty inside the moment you told him you wouldn’t be joining him in the shower, and he felt so pathetic for wanting to pout at the fact that he would be alone.

with a dejected sigh, he looks at you still settled on his bed, simply flipping through the pages of your novel while not even sparing a single glance at him. he runs a hand through his hair, muttering a few curses before heading into the bathroom while slamming the door shut-

not even noticing the playful grin that graces your features.

feeling petty, caleb locks the bathroom door before proceeding to strip himself of his clothes all while letting out a huff. yet before he walks into his shower, he has a sudden change of heart and ends up unlocking the bathroom door (just in case you ever changed your mind.)

standing beneath the shower spray, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you entering the bathroom, stepping out of your clothes while kicking off your panties. with his back facing you, you enter the shower stall and immediately press a kiss against his muscular back.

he stiffens in response to the feel of your kiss against his skin, facing you with wide eyes. momentarily caught off guard, caleb shakes his head before composing himself. he flashes you a cocky grin while wrapping his arms around your back. “i knew you couldn’t resist me, babe.”

flashing him an innocuous smile, you brace yourself against the wall before placing your naked core over his flaccid cock. with his eyebrows furrowed together, caleb was about to ask you what you were doing-

but felt his words die within his throat the moment he felt your silky walls slowly begin stroking his cock.

“pips-“ your nickname falls from his lips with a groan, with the blood rushing directly to his cock in response to your cunt stroking him. before he had ever gotten together with you, the colonel could only dream of having you like this-

yet now, it seemed like you were able to make every single one of his fantasies come true.

“hah, i’ve always wanted to do this to you, caleb.” you let out a soft moan, continuing to stroke his cock with your cunt. not wanting you to slip and fall, caleb was able to steady your hips with his two hands, not even protesting to how hard you were making his cock now.

caleb’s groans kept echoing throughout the shower stall, and he waited until he was so erect that it became painful before making his move. shoving your back into the wall, caleb tells you to jump-

and you do so just seconds later, with your lover making you wrap your legs around his waist before he slowly pushes his cockhead within your heat. your back arches in response to the thick intrusion of his cock within your walls, nearly feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head when he begins his swift pounds within you.

“i’ll never get enough of you, baby. i’m always gonna be so fucking obsessed with you.” caleb admits to you in a raspy voice while placing heated kisses against the side of your neck.

and truth be told, you wanted this man to be utterly obsessed with you-

which meant that he’ll never even think of ever leaving your side.

end notes: i miss thirsting for my men 🤤 so have this unedited thirst post ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[owenstar]

𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 - 𝗰.𝘀 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘚𝘔��𝘛 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 ) 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘦𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩) 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦!

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘢/𝘯: *𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥*

“you’re a fucking idiot!” “no, you’re fucking stupid!” “shut your fucking mouth you piece of shit, get the fuck out of here!”

matt slammed his door, leaving chris fuming. his fists clenched, tongue poking his cheek, angry tears dwelled in his eyes.

chris stormed downstairs to his bedroom, pacing and running his hands through his hair. trying to relax but he was so pissed. this was the worst fight he had ever had with matt. he didn’t know what to do. it isn’t like him to get so mad. he needed to calm down, and channel his anger into something.

his phone buzzed on his desk.

imessage: from: "mamas <3"

“hi, cutie! i’m home from uni :)” “you wanna come over? my roommate’s gone.”

his heart was pumping, no, he was too angry to deal with anyone. frankly, he didn’t know what to do. it’s not likely for chris to get so angry. usually fights with matt were dumb and they would wrestle then get over it. but, this fight was different. he was hurt.

chris grabbed his phone, sitting in his chair, tapping his foot.

imessage: from: "chrissss <3" “hey, baby. not right now. got in a fight with matt. I’m pissed off.”

from: "mamas <3" “that’s okay, come over. i’ll distract you.” “please?”

chris exhaled through his mouth. rubbing his temples. he was pissed, furious. he didn’t want to expel that energy onto you. you didn’t deserve it.

imessage: from: "chrissss <3" “i don’t know. i don’t want to say something wrong.”

imessage from: "mamas <3" “who said we were gonna talk?”

imessage: from: "chrissss <3" “omw.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“hi baby.” you smiled, chris at your doorstep. he looked upset, his ears and cheeks had a tint of red. his blue eyes turned dark, his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“hey mamas.” he breathed, hugging you immediately. he melted in your arms. you shut your door, hugging him back and rubbing his shoulders.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you whispered in his ear, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “no, i wanna fuck.”

immediately picking you up from under your ass, and carrying you to your bedroom. “wait chris.” you were taken off guard.

“baby, we can talk if you want. i know you’re upset.” you kneeled on your bed when he dropped you.

“no, im upset and i wanna fuck. you okay with that?” chris stared deeply into your eyes, his almost turning black from his pupil. you nodded your head yes, bringing him down from the back of his neck, and pulling him on top of you.

chris hungrily kissed you, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down, staring at you if he were a predator. “if i hurt you, you need to tell me okay?”

you nodded your head once more, assuring him that you wanted this. to take out his anger on you.

chris moved his hand down, pulling on the white skirt you were wearing. he kissed you, whining in the kiss. his hand slipped under the fabric of both your skirt and underwear. feeling the pool of slick you made.

you gripped the back of his hair, breaking the kiss to lean your head back and moan.

chris kissed over your collarbone and jaw. his fingers finding the entrance of your cunt and slipping a finger in.

you hummed in delight. your hand ran across your chest, pulling your top up to expose your tits. your fingers pinching onto your own nipple.

“chris. god.”

your moans and whines filled his ears. he didn’t want to do anything but fuck. it wasn’t the healthiest way but, it sure did feel fucking amazing.

stripping you of your skirt and panties, he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers to his knees. his dick rock hard. the adrenaline of his anger and the arousal of watching you squirm from his fingers.

“ma’ turn. hands and knees.” chris spat, his voice stern.

you turn yourself from your back on your knees, your ass in front of chris’s face. you bit your lip in anticipation as you felt him align his tip with your entrance. “chris!“ you yelped. “fuckin’ hell! c-chris!” caught off guard, you gripped your bedsheets. chris pushed your lower back to the bed, your back arched so chris could hit your sweet spot.

“fuck ma’, so wet f’me.” “gonna fuck you stupid.” whines and whimpers fall from your plush lips. you’d jabber chris’s name, the only word you could say coherently.

“chris, chris, chris! i-it’s fu-“ you’d mewl, the insatiable pleasure wouldn’t let you finish. “chris! r-right fuck!” “ugh!” “chris!” your tits jiggled as chris thrusted rough against your hips. his balls smacked your clit.

“baby! g-gonna cum!” “don’t care. not finished.” chris hissed. “gonna fuck you till you can’t cum anymore.”

you bit so hard down on your lip you’d thought it bled. the churning feeling in your stomach burned, your orgasm coming quick and chris wouldn’t stop. all you could do was endure the pleasure. your throat erupted moans and whines. god, you were in fucking heaven. “chris!” “cumming!”

“fuck ma, you can’t shut up huh? you wanna tell me how good it feels? tell me. you wanna cum princess? tell me.”

your orgasm hit like a semi-truck. loud groans expelled from your throat. your fingers gripped onto the bed sheets they turned white. “chris-! i-i can’t!”

“please, you came one time, shut up and take it.” chris mocked his orgasm building too. trying his best to hold it. he let go of your hip and smacked your ass cheek. the pound of flesh turning red, the sound echoed in your bedroom.

“baby!” you screamed, the tingle of the pain made your nipples hard. the trusting against your spot, his balls smacking your clit, the way chris mewled to you to hear how good he’s making you feel. you were getting overstimulated. you felt another orgasm coming, chris’s rhythm steady.

because you couldn’t hold your orgasm any longer, your pussy squirted, the clear liquid dampening your sheets.

“shit ma, squirting f'me already? look at the messing you’re making.” “so fucking pretty.” your pussy squirted, squelchy noises now heard from chris’s cock.

“god mama, you’re such a mess f'me.” “chris, i can’t!” you whined, arms tired, you fell on the bed. chris bottomed out, his body giving up slowly, his orgasm creeping in his stomach.

“almost there ma-“ he choked, his seed filling you to the brim, his cum leaked from your pussy. groans left his mouth. pulling out slowly, watching how your cunt puckered and dripped.

“you okay mama?” his sweet tone came back. he laid next to you on his side, he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear.

you turned to face him, cheeks flushed, lips red, eyes dilated. you looked so pretty. “yes, do you feel better?” you scooted towards him, wrapping your leg around his waist.

“mhm.” he smiled sweetly, “thank you, i needed it.” his hand pulled your chin closer to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“you wanna talk about how loud you were?”

“absolutely not.”

 🏷 : @chrepsi @chrispycremedonut @dykes4chris @mattsplaything @sturniolosluttt @livvyswrld @matts-girlfriend @courta13 @madisonswife @urfavvbilliemunch

[dakusan]

W h e r e V a m p i r e ! S K Z L i k e s t o B i t e Y o u

Vampire!SKZ OT8 x Reader | eight fangs. eight fixations. and every filthy way they ruin you where it hurts the most

🔞synopsis: You thought you knew desire. You thought you understood sex. Then they bit you. This isn't love. This is hunger. Worship. Power. A kiss laced with venom. A cock buried in your cunt while your blood runs hot down their chin. Eight vampires. Eight bite locations. Eight ways to lose your mind and beg for more.

💌a/n: Welcome to fucking Wreck Me Wednesdays. This was supposed to be “mini.” Instead I wrote eight vampire sex case files with feeding traits, bite kinks, and full-blown NSFW lore. Somewhere between Chan’s heartbite and Han's “mine mine mine,” I lost the plot and my soul. Some are longer. Some are feral. Some are shorter. All of them ruined me and they shall ruin you too. Read responsibly. Stay hydrated. Stretch your legs. Cry in the bathtub. p.s. reblog = consent to be ruined by a vampire. p.p.s. Tell me who broke you. For science. p.p.p.s. pls enjoy the song :3. i will also get to the asks later today, haven't forgotten!

⚠️ warnings: NSFW / 18+ ONLY — minors will be fed to Minho. This series contains graphic vampire smut and feral content not suitable for the emotionally stable | Bloodplay + feeding during sex | Biting (everywhere) | Obsessive/possessive behavior | Power dynamics (soft dom to unhinged dom) | Crying, overstimulation, choking on moans | Praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink | Fang kinks. Vein kinks. Chest kinks. Thigh kinks. | Oral (receiving + giving), rough sex, soft sex, bubble bath sex, rage sex

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𓆪 BANG CHAN // Abnormal Vampire Obsessed with control. Addicted to your pulse.

🩸PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Neck or heart — where the pulse is loudest. He wants to hear it skip.

💉FEEDING STYLE ‣ Controlled. Lethal. Intimate. ‣ Always timed with orgasm. May edge before bite. ‣ Often restraints you during feeding. Uses voice as a binding tool.

🫀EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Rapid heartbeat. ‣ Dissociation from overstimulation. ‣ Emotional dependency post-bite. ‣ High risk of imprinting.

⚠️PROGNOSIS ‣ Orgasmic blood-loss. ‣ Neck bites mid-thrust = blackout-level pleasure. ‣ Heart bites = ego death. Immediate sobbing. ‣ Lingering soreness + possession marks.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 001 𓆪

"Strip. Slowly."

You're standing in front of him—already trembling, already soaked. He hasn’t touched you. Not yet. Just sits back on the velvet chaise like he’s watching a performance he paid for in centuries. Legs spread. Shirt open. Mouth smiling, fangs peeking. Hands not on you.

Not yet.

You undress like you're unwrapping something forbidden. And his eyes don’t leave your chest. Not even once.

"There," he murmurs when your top hits the floor, voice like silk over blade. "It stutters when you know where I'm going to bite. Do you want it tonight?"

You nod, breathless.

"Words, darling."

"...yes. Please."

It doesn't take long, really it doesn't. Because one second you were putting on a show for him, stripping, peeling layer by later until you were naked and suddenly, you were now laid down on the bed with Chan knelt between your thighs, breathing against your cunt without touching.

With only one single kiss, not touching. Not yet.

"So warm here. You've been aching for me all night, haven't you? Dripping for me. Thinking about how it'll feel when I bite your chest and fuck you until your name melts off your tongue?"

You whimper, nod, hips twitching—but his hands grip your thighs down firm and leans forward, tongue finally moving—not inside you—no, he flicks along your folds. One stroke. One taste. Then stops.

"Mm. You're going to wait for me to bite. I'll have to make you cum with my mouth first."

He eats you out slowly. Sinfully. Like a king savouring dessert before the main course. Fingers spreading you, tongue teasing, lips sucking your clit just barely enough to make your stomach tense. Then he stops. Over and over. Until you're crying, hips grinding, begging.

"Please—Chan, please—fuck—just let me—"

"Let you what?" he says, smiling against your pussy. "Bleed? Break? Cum?"

"Yes—fuck, yes—all of it."

He hums against your cunt like you gave him a goddamn prayer.

"All of it, huh?" He drags his tongue up slowly, catching your clit just to hear the gasp he wrings from your throat. "Then keep those thighs open. Let me earn it."

And he does.

His mouth descends like a curse and a promise, this time not stopping. He licks like he’s reading scripture off your skin. Like he’s memorizing the shape of your moans. Two fingers press in, curling perfectly, while his tongue circles your clit with calculated cruelty. He’s not being sweet—he’s being precise. Every flick, every suck, every curl of his fingers is designed to make your legs tremble and your mind splinter.

“There it is,” he growls into you when your hips start bucking. “So fucking wet, baby. You gonna cum like this? Before I even bite?”

You try to answer. You really do. But it’s already happening. Your stomach tightens, thighs trembling, mouth open on a silent scream as your orgasm crashes down—hot, humiliating, perfect.

He doesn’t stop.

Licks through your orgasm, dragging it out. Groaning low, fingers still thrusting, until you’re gasping, writhing, overstimulated and dripping. Then—finally—he pulls back. Just enough to lift his head.

His mouth is wet. His chin shines with your slick. And his eyes—god, his eyes—are blown wide, black with hunger. “Now you’re ready,” he says, voice darker, lower. “Now you’ll taste right.”

He climbs up your body slowly, kneeing your thighs further apart as he goes. One hand cages your throat—not tight, just present—and the other cups your breast, thumb rubbing lazy circles around your nipple.

And then he leans in. Presses his lips right over your heart. The bite is sudden. Deep.

Your blood floods his mouth, and he moans—moans—like it’s better than sex, like it’s what he’s been starving for. His hips grind against yours as he drinks, hard cock pressing against your folds like a promise. You’re shaking beneath him—your orgasm still echoing, your body pulsing, blood pouring into his mouth like a gift only he deserves.

And then—just when you start to go dizzy—he pulls back. Fangs red. Lips stained. Chest heaving.

“Still with me?” His voice is rough, wrecked with restraint. “Because I’m not done.”

You nod—but barely. Your whole body is trembling, and your vision is hazy, floating from the orgasm and the blood loss and the fact that he bit your fucking heart like it was a fruit he’s waited centuries to taste.

And he’s still fully dressed. Shirt unbuttoned, dark slacks hugging his thighs, belt still on. You’re naked and wrecked and soaked, but he’s untouched. Pressed against you, blood-slick mouth and cock hard against your pussy—but untouched. “Look at me,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down your side, over the bite mark, over your trembling hips. “Look at me while I feed you something else.”

And then he leans back.

Slowly. Casually.

Undoing his belt with one hand, unzipping his pants like he's got all the time in the world. His eyes never leave yours as he slides them down just enough to free himself—his cock thick, flushed dark red, leaking at the tip, veins mapped like sin. You swear it twitches when he sees your thighs shake.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, wrapping one hand around the base and giving himself a lazy pump. “Open. Dripping. Ruined. And all for me.”

He strokes himself slow, torturing, his fist sliding up over the head and back down, slicking it with precum while his other hand presses down on your lower belly, keeping you there.

“You feel that?” he asks, dragging the head of his cock through your folds. “That’s mine now. This heat. This slick little cunt. Your blood’s still warm inside me and now I’m going to fuck it back into you.”

You sob. Actually sob. Because even just the way he slides against your folds—up and down, dragging over your clit, teasing your entrance—it’s too much.

“Please, Chan,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “I want you inside—I want to feel it—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He lines himself up. Presses the head in just a little. Just enough to make you gasp. “You’ll take it. Every inch. Slow.”

And he means it.

He pushes in inch by devastating inch, watching your face the entire time—watching your mouth fall open, your eyes flutter, your back arch. You feel every ridge, every vein, the stretch of him parting you slowly like he’s carving space for himself where no one else belongs.

“That’s it,” he groans, voice breaking. “So fucking tight.” Another inch. Another. “God, you’re squeezing me like you missed me.”

You cry out. Not from pain. From pleasure. From the overwhelming fullness, from the feel of him dragging along your soaked, overstimulated walls.

He pauses halfway in. Just pauses—hips pressed flush, cock twitching inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“You want more?” he asks, fangs still out. “Tell me. Tell me how bad you want me to fill you.”

“Please,” you gasp, tears spilling, voice trembling. “I need it—I need you inside—all of you—fuck, Chan, please.”

His hips snap forward. You scream. He bottoms out with one deep thrust, cock buried to the hilt, and the stretch burns so good.

“There,” he grits, grinding slow, deep, merciless. “That’s what I wanted. That fucking clench. That pretty little scream.” He stays buried in you for a moment—deep—just breathing, letting your walls flutter and your cunt adjust to the full stretch of him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, trying to lock him in, but he just smirks.

And then he starts.

Slow. Precise. The first few thrusts feel like worship—or punishment—dragging out so achingly slow that your body clenches tighter, trying to chase what he won’t give you. His hips roll, grinding into you, the thick weight of him pressing against every oversensitive inch of your soaked, blood-drunk cunt.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groans, head dropping to your throat as he sets a slow, grinding rhythm. “So fucking warm. So tight. You gonna cry for me again, sweetheart?”

You already are. You’re gasping, eyes glassy, body shaking as he rocks into you with that slow, devastating rhythm. One of his hands cradles your face, the other beside your head, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

And then—he leans in. Mouth dragging across your skin. Kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips, your throat. Peppering kisses like you’re sacred. His fangs scrape lightly down your neck and you twitch underneath him.

“You like that?” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “The fangs. The pressure. You want me to bite again, don’t you?”

Your breath stutters. He knows. Of course he knows.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “Not until you cum on my cock. Not until I’m so deep you forget how to speak.”

He picks up the pace now—still controlled, but faster. Harder. The sound of skin slapping, of your soaked cunt swallowing him in, fills the room along with your moans. Your nails drag down his back. Your hips rise to meet his.

“That’s it. Take it, baby. Take all of me. That greedy little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes—fuck, yes—made for you, only you—”

He kisses you. Hard. Bruising. Tongue sliding past your lips like he owns your mouth too. And when he pulls back, his eyes are pitch black, fangs still bared, lips red from your blood.

“Say it again.”

“Made for you,” you cry. “Yours. Only yours.”

“Good fucking girl.”

His pace snaps harder now—deep, perfect strokes—one hand gripping your thigh, the other pressed firm against your throat. His body curves over yours, keeping you pinned while he fucks you like he’s staking a claim inside your cunt.

Your legs tighten around him. Your belly coils. You feel your orgasm building—hot and sharp and dizzying.

“You gonna cum again?” he pants, rutting harder now. “Gonna let me feel it? Let me feel that pretty little pussy milk me while I drink from your heart again?”

You sob. You nod. You beg.

“Please, please—bite me—fuck, Chan—please—”

And that’s all it takes. He thrusts deep, one last time, grinding hard against your cervix, and then bites—again—right over your heart.

You cum instantly. Your walls clench so hard around his cock it triggers his own orgasm—thick, hot, flooding you as he groans into your skin, drinking and thrusting and owning you. When he finally pulls back, he’s panting, licking the wound tenderly. Your body’s trembling—soaked, stuffed, claimed—and he just looks down at you like you’re a masterpiece.

Chan leans down, kissing your lips so softly now. "You're mine sweetheart. Bloody, body, soul."

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𓆪 LEE KNOW // Abnormal Vampire Sadist in silk. Devours screams. Fuck-first, feed-later type.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Inner thigh — where you're softest, where you beg hardest.

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Slow. Pain-laced. Erotic. ‣ Often feeds while fucking from behind. ‣ Fingerplay first—he has to feel you fall apart before the bite.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Shaking legs. Sore hips. Oversensitive clit. ‣ Mind-fracture from orgasm + blood loss combination. ‣ Known to cause dehydration, bruising, and uncontrollable sobbing. ‣ Marked behavioral changes: submission, clinginess, obsession.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Orgasm coincides with bite. Scream = trigger. ‣ Thigh bites may cause blackout + limp for 2–3 days. ‣ Post-bite euphoria. Known to whisper “again” while you’re still twitching. ‣ Irreversible addiction risk. Do not engage without safe word.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 002 𓆪

“You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to. Understand?”

His voice is silk-coated steel—low and lethal. You’re on your back, naked, legs spread wide on the silk sheets, with Lee Know fully clothed beside you. Not even undressing. Just watching. Eyes dragging over your soaked cunt like it’s something he owns. Like it exists to be ruined.

You nod, desperate.

“Use your words.” His eyes narrow, lips curling with warning. “If you want my fingers inside you, you’d better earn them.”

“Yes. I understand,” you breathe. “Please—Minho, I need it—”

He hums, finally moving. One hand strokes up your thigh, so gentle it makes you shiver. “So polite,” he murmurs. “And already dripping. All this for me?”

Two fingers press between your folds, parting you slowly. You moan. He doesn’t move fast—he just teases. Up and down, collecting slick. Spreading it messily across your clit before tapping it, sharp and precise.

You jerk. He laughs softly.

“No cumming, sweetheart,” he reminds you, before pushing a finger in.

You moan, clenching instantly. He’s slow at first, curling upward to find that spot, rubbing it deliberately. Then a second finger. Scissoring, stretching. His thumb rubs lazy circles over your clit, but never enough. Never fast.

And when you start to tighten around him, about to tip over—he pulls out.

You scream. He smiles.

“Again,” he says, and starts over. Fingers, curl, rub, drag—stop. Over. And over. By the fourth time, your body’s twitching. Your thighs shake. Your hands are fisting the sheets. “Minho—fuck, please—I’m going to lose it—”

“Good.” He leans over, mouth brushing your ear. “Then maybe you’ll behave.”

He grabs your hips, flips you over in one smooth motion—onto your knees, chest to the sheets. One hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing your spine into a perfect arch. The other? Slipping down to play with your pussy again.

“You’re so wet baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers back through your folds. “I’ve barely done anything.”

You sob into the sheets. Then you feel it—his tongue. On your inner thigh. Not your pussy. Not yet. Just slow, deliberate licks on the sensitive skin right near your pulse point.

You freeze.

“Oh, did you think I’d forgotten about the bite?” he purrs.

He kisses the skin first. Then bites. His fangs sink in with a sharp, hot pain that melts instantly into pure fucking ecstasy. Your vision goes white. Your arms give out. You cry out, body trembling as blood leaves you in slow, sensual pulses.

And the second his mouth pulls back—

He’s undoing his pants.

You hear the belt unbuckle. The zipper lower. Then feel it—his cock, thick and flushed, dragging through your soaked folds. “You want this?” he asks, voice darker now. “Want to be fucked while your thighs are still bleeding?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—please—”

He slides in.

No warning. No mercy. One smooth, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of you. His hips slam into your ass, cock buried to the hilt, and he groans—deep and guttural—like he just found heaven inside your cunt. “Fuck,” he pants, grabbing your hips with bruising force. “So tight. Still twitching from that bite?”

He doesn’t wait.

He starts moving. Deep, hard thrusts that punch cries from your throat. Your back arches, cheek pressed to the sheets as he fucks you in a perfect rhythm—every stroke hitting exactly where you need him.

And he does not stop.

“Cry for me,” he growls, slapping your ass. “Scream. Let them hear how good I fuck what’s mine.”

You scream. You cry. You babble his name like a prayer.

“That’s right,” he hisses, hips snapping faster. “Fucking perfect.”

You’re gone. Broken. Bleeding. Full. And when your orgasm is close, when you're just about to cum—he doesn’t stop you. “Let go,” he pants. “Give it to me. I want to feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

You do. You collapse, sobbing, shaking, cumming so hard your thighs go limp. But he doesn’t stop.

Minho groans through his teeth and keeps thrusting—fucking you through your orgasm like he’s chasing something deeper. His grip bruises your hips, cock dragging through your soaked, fluttering walls, harder now, rougher.

“You sound so pretty when you break,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “I can feel it. Every pulse. Every squeeze. You're milking my cock like you want me to stay inside forever.”

You whimper, twitching under him, nerves fried, cunt still clenching in aftershocks. Your body is shaking—numb, overstimulated—but he fucks you through it, like you owe him every second.

“I’m close,” he growls, burying himself deep. “Gonna fill you up—fuck, just like this—”

A sharp snap of his hips, one final grind—and then he spills into you with a broken sound, teeth bared, fangs glinting. His cum is hot, thick, flooding your sore cunt as he presses as deep as he can, breathing hard against your spine.

But he’s not done. Not even close.

The second his cock slips free—wet and dripping with both of you—he’s flipping you over again. Your body’s limp, arms trembling, blood drying sticky on your thigh. You can barely focus. Barely breathe.

But you feel him. The press of his mouth. The heat of his breath.

“Still bleeding here,” he murmurs, fingers parting your thigh. “And you’re still so warm.”

He doesn’t give you time to answer before he bites again.

Same thigh. New wound.

You scream—not from pain, but from the crash of sensation. The moment his fangs sink in, your body floods with another unbearable wave. You’re twitching, crying, clenching around nothing—your cunt soaked, still dripping his cum—while he drinks, slow and deep.

Every pull of his mouth makes your stomach tighten. Your hands claw at the sheets. You’re delirious—gone—his mouth on your thigh, blood leaving in perfect rhythm with the mess between your legs.

He moans softly against your skin. Then he pulls back. Lips stained. Fangs gleaming. Blood running down your thigh like a love letter written in ruin.

He crawls over your body, eyes dark and hungry still. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, licking the blood from his lips. “But I’ll let you rest…”

One hand strokes your cheek, surprisingly soft.

“For now.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𓆪 SEO CHANGBIN // Normal Vampire Made of muscle, menace, and moans..

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Below the ribs or just above the hipbone

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Possessive. Worshipful. ‣ He growls when he drinks, like it's carnal. ‣ Usually feeds during sex. Leaves deep bruises around the wound from how hard he grips.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Breathless moaning. ‣ Clawing, overstimulated orgasms. ‣ Emotional grounding. Heightened intimacy. ‣ High likelihood of imprinting if bitten more than once.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Feral rut-level fucking. ‣ Bruised hips, shaky legs, blood-drunk sobs. ‣ Bite leaves a phantom heat that spreads like wildfire. ‣ Will absolutely carry you to a bath after and tell you you did so well.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 003 𓆪

You were teasing him. You didn’t mean to—but you were.

The corset was tight. The skirt was short. Your lipstick matched the red of your bite mark from two nights ago. You were only supposed to drop off the file he needed but you knew what the outfit would do to him. What it always did.

And the moment he looked up from his desk and saw you?

All bets were off.

He’s already panting when he slams the door shut behind you. One heartbeat later, you're pinned to the wall—hard. His broad chest flush against your back, his breath already ragged and hot against your ear.

You hear the low, animalistic growl deep in his chest before you feel it—rumbling through you like a warning.

Or a promise.

Because you’re standing there in his office after midnight, wearing nothing but a black lace corset that cups your breasts high, a tiny pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and delicate panties—thin, sheer, soaked. Stockings, too. Garter belt. Lip gloss still shimmering.

You knew what you were doing.

And so does he.

“Take that shit off,” he growls, voice already thick with bloodlust and need.

You turn—barely—and meet his eyes. They’re black. Fully fucking black.

And you’re soaked.

“Changbin—” you whisper, breath hitching, thighs pressing together. It’s not a protest. It’s a plea.

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ask. One sharp tug and your corset jerks loose at the back—ripped. Another growl, and your panties are shredded in his hands, lace in tatters. The air hits your bare skin and you whimper.

“You fucking tease,” he snarls, grabbing a handful of your ass. “Walking in here dressed like this? Like a fucking offering?”

You squeak as he grabs you under the thighs and lifts—one arm. Just one arm and you're airborne, slammed back against the wall like you weigh nothing to him.

Because to him? You’re not fragile. You’re his.

His mouth crashes into yours—hot, brutal, claiming. His tongue is deep before you can breathe. Fangs brush your lower lip and nick the skin just enough for blood to bloom, sweet and fresh, and he moans against your mouth.

“You wore this for me?” he growls between kisses. “Fucking knew it. Knew you were trying to get ruined.”

You nod frantically, breathless. “Please—need it—need you—”

Then he drops. To his knees. Fast. Like gravity yanked him straight down. He’s still fully dressed in black slacks, fitted shirt, sleeves rolled up. Muscles bulging, chest heaving, mouth already parted. And you? You’re bare now—corset loosened, panties gone, skirt hiked up around your waist, legs trembling over his shoulders.

Your back hits the cold wall. Your pussy is right at his eye level. And he looks up at you like he’s about to worship you.

Or destroy you.

“Fucking look at you,” he growls, dragging his thumbs up your inner thighs to spread you wider. “You're soaked. All this for me?”

You can’t speak. You nod. His smirk turns feral. “Good.”

He doesn't waist a second, Changbin devours you.

No teasing. No buildup. His tongue dives in like he’s starving—wide and wet, licking through your folds with a brutal, messy hunger that makes you cry out on impact.

“F-fuck—Changbin—”

He groans. Moans into your pussy like it’s his favorite meal, nose buried, chin soaked, lips dragging up your slit again and again until they’re flushed and swollen with your slick. His tongue curls up to your clit—flicks, circles, sucks. Sloppy and relentless.

Then?

He starts making out with it.

No joke. Full mouth. Open, hot, filthy kisses against your cunt—like he’s Frenching your pussy with every ounce of his desperate need. Tongue moving deep inside, then sliding up to wrap around your clit, sucking hard, then soft, then hard again. Over and over.

Your legs are shaking on his shoulders.

He drags one arm around your ass, pressing you closer to his mouth, while his free hand slides two thick fingers inside—curling, fucking, spreading your walls until you're gasping like you’re being split open.

He’s growling into your cunt, fingers pounding, tongue flicking your clit like he’s trying to drag the orgasm out of you with brute force.

“Come on,” he pants between slurps. “Give it to me. Cum on my tongue, baby—now—”

Your scream tears through the room. It breaks you. Your orgasm hits like a punch to the gut—raw, loud, endless. Your whole body locks. Your thighs clamp around his head. Your vision goes black for a second.

And he fucking loves it.

Keeps sucking through it. Fingers still thrusting. His mouth sealing over your clit again as if your climax is what he’s been waiting for all day.

Only when you’re gasping, limp, twitching—only then does he finally rise.

And fuck, he looks good.

Mouth soaked. Chin gleaming. Eyes still black. Fangs bared.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his hands are moving—fast. Belt undone with a sharp snap, pants shoved down, briefs yanked below his thighs. His cock springs free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. Harder than sin.

You don’t even get a chance. Because suddenly—he lifts you. Again. Effortlessly. Strong arms under your thighs, back slammed against the wall. And this time, he doesn’t wait.

He slams into you.

One thrust—brutal, perfect—and he’s fully inside. Stretching you open. Your head rolls back, mouth open in a soundless scream as your cunt grips him like a vice.

“Fuck—yes,” he snarls against your throat. “That’s it—tight little pussy—knew you could take it.”

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks you into the wall. Rough. Desperate. Fast and deep and relentless. The slap of skin on skin echoes, your moans ricochet off the walls, and his name is the only thing you remember how to say.

“Changbin—Changbin—oh fuck—”

He groans against your skin. “You’re mine.”

And then?

He bites. Hard.

Right into your neck—fangs sinking deep, blood spilling into his mouth like wine from a sacred chalice. You scream, thighs trembling, orgasm threatening again just from the pain, the pressure, the possessive violence of it.

But he’s not done.

He licks the bite. Bites again—your shoulder this time. Then your collarbone. Then your neck again.

Everywhere.

Like he needs you in his mouth, over and over, just to stay grounded. Like drinking you is the only thing keeping him sane. His cock is ruthless inside you—dragging through your soaked walls, pounding harder each time you clench around him.

Your head spins.

He’s drunk on you. Absolutely gone.

“Fucking addictive,” he snarls. “Gonna mark you everywhere. Fill you up. Drain you dry. Fuck—this pussy’s perfect—squeezing me like it wants to bleed.”

Your hands claw at his back. Your nails dig into his shoulders. He loves it. Groans from deep in his chest. Slams into you even harder.

“Take it,” he growls. “Fucking take it. All of it. Don’t you dare stop squeezing me—make me cum, baby.”

You do.

Your orgasm hits again, body seizing, cunt fluttering around his cock like it’s made to wring him dry—and he loses it.

With a guttural snarl, he slams in deep—hips grinding, cock twitching as he spills inside you in heavy, scorching pulses.

But he doesn’t pull out.

Doesn’t move.

Just stays there—cock buried, teeth still scraping your neck, hands fisting in your hair and thigh like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this plane.

He pants. Shudders. Then licks your wounds. Gently. Worshipfully.

“Mine,” he whispers, pressing kisses to every bite mark. “Fucking mine. And I’m never letting go.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𓆪 HWANG HYUNJIN // Abnormal Vampire Beauty made ruin. Moans like a prayer. Kisses like a curse.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Pulse points — wrists, neck, inner thighs

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Hypnotic. Addictive. Laced in poetry and pain. ‣ Always bites during orgasm. Sometimes mid-cry. ‣ Tongue traces first. Fangs follow like a kiss you asked for in a dream.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Euphoria-induced sobbing. Clutching, clawing, surrendering. ‣ Heart palpitations, glossy eyes, speech loss ‣ Often left with multiple bite marks in one session—each placed like a secret

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Known to say “You’re mine” while you’re still moaning. ‣ Multiple orgasms expected. Blood + sex high overlap. ‣ Post-bite daze may last hours. Often found still shaking in his arms. ‣ Extreme bond-forming. Danger of becoming his favorite. And never leaving.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 004 𓆪

You feel him before you see him.

That overwhelming stillness, the kind that drowns out thought. Your breath catches—and then there he is, walking in like a vision, black silk shirt half-buttoned, pale chest glistening, golden hair slightly damp like he’s just stepped out of a dream.

Hyunjin doesn't speak at first. He just walks toward you. Barefoot. Soft steps. Eyes fixed on you like you’re the only thing in the world that exists.

And then?

“You wore my favorite,” he murmurs, fingertips brushing the strap of your lace slip. “Ivory. Like fresh canvas.”

His lips ghost over your collarbone. Not a kiss. Not yet.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispers, “all night. What color you’ll bleed for me. What sound you’ll make when I make you fall apart.”

You tremble.

He lifts your chin gently, eyes gleaming obsidian. “Lie back, baby. Let me paint.”

You obey, shivering as you settle onto the bed—bare skin against cool silk, thighs pressed together from sheer need. He doesn’t make you wait long. Just climbs over you slowly, like you’re delicate, precious, sacred.

And then his mouth is on your wrist. Kissing. Worshipping.

“I’ll start here,” he breathes. “Where your pulse is softest.”

The bite is slow. Precise. A sharp flash of heat as his fangs pierce your skin, followed by dizzying pleasure—almost like he’s sipping your soul. He groans, low and ruined, as your blood coats his tongue.

“Mmm… divine,” he whispers against your wrist, pulling back only to let the droplets smear along his lips. “But I want more.”

His hands trail down. One over your breast, teasing your nipple, the other slipping between your thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he hums, licking the blood off his fingers. “Did you get this wet just from the bite?”

You nod. He smiles like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

Then—he spreads you.

Kisses down your body, trailing open-mouthed devotion from your chest to your stomach, thighs, then—

“Oh, fuck—Hyunjin—”

He groans as he reaches your cunt, breathing deep. “So pretty,” he murmurs, “and all mine.” Hyunjin leans in to press a kiss over your clit. Soft. Like the place between your legs is a cathedral and he's repenting with every breath.

His lips brush your folds. Once. Twice. Then his tongue flattens against your clit, slow and wide, dragging up until your hips twitch off the bed.

“Sweet,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed. “So fucking sweet—like nectar, like stars, like sin.”

You moan.

He moans louder.

Because Hyunjin isn’t just eating you out. He’s savoring. Every lick is long and deliberate, every press of his tongue a whispered poem. He swirls around your clit—soft at first, then pointed—then sucks it into his mouth with such aching, focused gentleness you cry out without warning.

“Hyunjin—”

He groans at the sound of his name. The vibration floods through your cunt.

“Say it again,” he whispers against you, then kisses your clit again like it’s your mouth. “Please. Sing for me.”

“Hyunjin—fuck—please—”

You can’t help it. You’re squirming, writhing, lost beneath him. Your thighs tremble around his head but he doesn’t let go. One arm wraps behind your waist, anchoring you to his mouth like he can’t stand the idea of you pulling away.

His tongue starts to move faster—up, down, circle, suck—messy, wet, worshipful.

Slurping sounds fill the air. His own moans grow desperate. He drags you closer, face buried deep, nose pressed against your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly now. Like he’s not kissing anymore—he’s feasting.

You sob.

You’re panting his name like a spell now. Your back arches. Your thighs clamp.

His fingers dig into your skin. His tongue curls up and in. Every noise you make feeds him. Fuels him. Until he’s drunk on it. High on it.

High on you.

When you cum, it’s violent. Like drowning in silk. You clench around nothing, but feel everything. Your body locks. Your mind breaks. Your mouth opens—but nothing comes out.

And Hyunjin just groans. Like your orgasm was inevitable. A masterpiece finished.

He licks you through it. Sucks gently on your clit like he’s coaxing the last bits of your soul out through your cunt. Then another kiss. And another. Until he finally slows, breath ragged, mouth glossy with you.

His eyes rise to meet yours. Black. Dilated. Reverent.

Your breathing’s still erratic. Limbs heavy. The aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you in soft, involuntary flinches. And Hyunjin just watches. Licks his lips, eyes locked on the trembling between your thighs like it’s the final frame of a painting he’s not done signing.

Then? He shifts.

You barely register it until his mouth is on your inner thigh.

Not rushed. Not greedy. Just—gentle. Open-mouthed kisses along the softest part of you. His fangs slide out.

You feel the sharp brush of them ghost over your skin. He drags them softly, so softly, up the inside of your thigh, until your hips twitch from the sheer anticipation.

Then—

The bite.

It’s deep. Precise. His fangs sink into the flesh of your inner thigh like they were made for this—like your body was crafted just for his teeth. The sting is immediate, yes, but it blooms so quickly into pleasure that your head falls back, lips parted in a choked gasp.

Hyunjin groans the moment your blood hits his tongue.

His hands grip your thighs tighter, anchoring you as he drinks. Slow at first. Then deeper. His throat works in soft, rhythmic swallows. You can hear it. The slick sound of him feeding.

And all the while—he moans.

Like he’s tasting divinity. You try to move. He growls. “Stay still.” he breathes against your wound.

He licks the blood as it trails, mouth sticky and stained. Then another kiss. Another bite. This time, just a little higher—closer to where he just worshipped you with his tongue.

You gasp. The pleasure-pain bursts behind your eyes.

“Hyunjin—please—”

He hums your name into your skin. Wipes his mouth on your thigh like a signature. Then finally climbs up your body, hovering above your face. Eyes on your perfect pillowy lips, but he doesn't kiss immediately. He just hovers. Lets you see the blood on his lips—your blood—before whispering: “You’re mine, now. I’ll paint you in bruises and bites."

Then he kisses you.

Tongue deep. Copper-sweet. Blood-warm and you melt. Melt like puddle in his arms. His arms, exactly where you belong.

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𓆪 HAN JISUNG // Normal Vampire Chaos incarnate. Bites first, thinks later. Addicted to your blood and your moans—equally.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Side of the neck ‣ Also: your chest, your fingers, your thighs—he’s not picky. Just rabid.

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Chaotic, breathless, unrestrained. ‣ Often bites mid-fuck or right after you cum. ‣ Will feed and finger you at the same time, panting into your blood. ‣ Tastes you like he’s making out with your pulse.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Overstimulation. Dizziness. Bite-high. ‣ Orgasms feel drugged—like you're floating underwater. ‣ Can trigger full-body shivers, sobbing, giggles, and collapsing. ‣ Irregular heartbeat post-bite. Known to laugh while you cry.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Bite syncs with his orgasm. ‣ Feeds multiple times in one session—don’t expect to walk. ‣ Cums from your taste. Known to say “I need you again” before he’s even pulled out. ‣ Proceed with caution: addiction is mutual.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 005 𓆪

Han Jisung is already naked.

He wasn’t supposed to be. He was supposed to wait. But the second you walked into his apartment—short skirt, bare thighs, lipgloss still wet—he lost his fucking mind. Clothes gone. Fangs out. The kind of wide, dangerous grin that promised disaster and begged for it, too.

“You’re gonna ride me, yeah?” he pants, back hitting the bed with a thud. “Wanna see your tits bounce while I bite you.”

You swallow. Nod.

“No, no—c’mon,” he grins, already breathless. “Say it. Say you’re gonna ride me like you mean it.”

“I’m gonna ride you, Ji,” you whisper, crawling over him. “So fucking hard.”

“Fuck yes—” His head drops back, eyes fluttering. “My girl.”

You straddle him, feeling his cock hot and thick between your folds. He’s already leaking, already twitching beneath you. Your slick coats him in seconds. But he doesn’t thrust—no, he waits. Lets you drag your hips up and down until you’re both dizzy with it.

And then—you sink down.

“FUCK—” he cries, hands flying to your hips, gripping so tight you’ll bruise. “Shit—so warm—so tight—don’t move—fuck, baby, let me feel you like this—”

But you move anyway.

Start slow. Grinding your hips in circles, milking moans from his throat. He looks wrecked—sweaty, flushed, eyes half-lidded and glowing red. One hand sneaks up to grope your tits. The other stays on your hip, flexing with every grind.

When you start bouncing? He chokes.

“God—fuck—ride me—ride me, baby, please—”

You do.

Faster. Harder. Until your thighs burn and your pussy tightens with each drop. His mouth is everywhere—licking your collarbone, mouthing at your nipples, biting into your neck without warning.

He drinks. Moans into the wound. Licks the blood like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

You scream.

Not from pain—from pleasure so sharp it cuts. He pulls back, blood smeared on his lips, gasping like you just fucked the soul out of him. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum—baby, cum with me, ride me until we break—”

You do. Together.

A shared orgasm that hits like a freight train. Your cunt tightens around him in rhythmic spasms, and he holds you through it—groaning, babbling praise, licking blood from your skin while he cums so hard his whole body shudders beneath you.

But he’s not done.

Because your chest is rising and falling—vulnerable, flushed—and he leans up, presses one last kiss between your tits.

Then bites again.

And again.

And again.

Your body’s still trembling. Muscles twitching. Slick and cum sliding down your thighs where he’s still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.

But Jisung?

He’s laughing.

Low. Breathless. A little too unhinged to be safe.

“You’re still warm,” he pants, lapping at your collarbone like it’s glazed in sugar. “Still fucking clenching around me. You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

You try to answer. You really do. But your brain has melted. Your mouth just opens—gasping—and that’s when he bites again.

Right above your heart.

You scream. Loud and broken. His fangs sink into skin like it’s the only place he belongs—like he can claim you from the inside out. He drinks like you’re water and he’s been parched for centuries. Moans like your blood makes him high. His cock twitches inside you, still half-hard and swelling again.

“Fuck—” he breathes, pulling back, his lips coated crimson. “You’re sweeter here. I knew you would be.”

Then he tilts his head. Looks down.

Sees it.

His cum.

Dripping out of your pussy like melted candlewax. A creamy mess of lust and love and loss of control. “Oh my fucking god,” he groans, manic. “I made you drip like this?”

A pause, a sharp inhale.

“Addicted,” he whispers. “Completely fucking addicted. You don’t even know—baby, I need—”

He bites again. Your shoulder this time. Then the other side of your neck. Then the curve of your breast.

He kisses each one after, messy and frantic, tongue smearing blood and spit across your skin like a mad artist painting his masterpiece.

And then?

He flips you. Again.

Pins you down now, hands on either side of your head, his mouth dragging over your body like he can’t choose where to ruin you next. I want to fuck you again,” he confesses, breath shaking. “Want to stay inside forever. Want to drink until I forget my name.”

“You already did,” you whisper, hoarse.

He grins. Wide. Bloody.

“Good.”

And then he bites again. This time? Your mouth.

Kisses you so hard his fangs nick your lip. Blood trickles in. He licks it up like a shot of liquor, hands gripping your thighs, your ass, your tits—anywhere he can touch.

"I love you. Mine, mine, mine forever."

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𓆪 LEE FELIX // Abnormal Vampire Soft on the surface, deadly underneath. Sleeps in silk, fucks like a fever dream.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Over the heart or the curve of your breast

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Gentle at first. Almost shy. Kisses before teeth. ‣ Feeds while holding you close—rocking, murmuring sweet things into your skin. ‣ But when hunger takes over? He gets lost. Mouth drunk. Eyes glazed. Almost feral.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Full-body shivers. Skin hypersensitive. ‣ Overstimulation from prolonged oral + emotional collapse after the bite. ‣ Heightened affection post-bite—clinginess, sobbing, echo-pleasure. ‣ Bite mark often becomes an erogenous zone.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Dreamwalkers induce trance-like states in partners. Bite can cause mild hallucinations. ‣ Reader may experience floating sensation + blackout orgasms. ‣ Blood-sharing with Felix forms rapid bond. Extremely addictive. ‣ Warning: prolonged exposure may result in crying during aftercare. And begging for more.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 006 𓆪

The penthouse is quiet when you return.

Shoes off. Dress unzipped. Champagne still singing in your veins from the gala. Felix walks in behind you, shrugging off his velvet blazer, golden curls loose around his temples, skin glowing under soft amber lighting.

He looks too good—black silk shirt open at the chest, fangs glinting behind his smile, eyes already darker than they should be. Not hunger. Something else.

Devotion.

"You were perfect tonight," he murmurs, fingers ghosting your waist as he draws you toward the bathroom. “But I didn’t like sharing you.”

Your heartbeat stutters. “You weren’t exactly subtle either,” you whisper, recalling the way his hand had stayed glued to your lower back all evening, lips to your ear at every chance, voice dipped low with possessive undertones. Like you were his prize.

His worship.

His next meal.

Felix chuckles. “No. I wasn’t.”

The tub fills behind you—steaming, lavender-scented, full of white foam and rose petals. His idea, of course. He always did prefer indulgence after restraint.

He helps you in like you’re made of porcelain. Your skin sinks into the warmth with a sigh. Felix climbs in after, settling behind you, legs spread so you’re seated snugly between them. Your back hits his bare chest, and already, you can feel it.

The thrum beneath his skin. The restraint snapping thread by thread.

“You wore that dress to kill me,” he murmurs, mouth against your neck. “Slit up to your hip. No bra. Lace so sheer I could see the curve of your nipples under every chandelier.”

You smile. “And?”

“And now I’m going to take my time with you.”

His hands cup your breasts from behind. Thumbs flicking your nipples. Bubbles cling to his wrists, his forearms. His lips drag up your neck. Soft. Featherlight.

Then sharp.

A kiss first—then a bite.

Fangs sink in, clean and deep, right beneath your jaw. You gasp, head falling back against his shoulder as the pain melts into pleasure. He drinks slow—just a few sips, just enough to make you squirm—and licks the wound clean with a reverent groan.

“So sweet tonight,” he whispers. “You taste like champagne and sin.”

You whimper.

His hands trail lower. One slips down between your thighs, parting you under the water, fingers pressing into your cunt with aching care. The other? Gliding over your thigh, then gripping it, spreading you wider for him.

He doesn’t tease.

Two fingers sink in—slick, hot, stretching you open as the water laps around you. His thumb finds your clit, circles slow and steady. The angle is perfect. Deep. Focused.

"You always take me so well,” he breathes into your skin. “Even when you’re trembling.”

You are. Shaking, helpless, your body already wrung too tight. The bite. The warmth. The way he touches you like he’s composing a symphony.

And then—he pulls you closer.

“Ride me,” he whispers. “Like you did the last time I fed on your heart.”

You whimper. Turn in his arms, straddling him with the water sloshing over the edge. His cock is already hard, flushed, pressed against your stomach as you rise onto your knees.

He watches you. Eyes half-lidded. Blood-drunk.

When you sink down on him—slow, stretching around his thick length—you both moan. Your nails dig into his shoulders. His hands grip your waist like he’s anchoring himself to reality.

“Fuck—baby—you feel like velvet,” he chokes out. “So wet. So fucking warm—”

You start to move.

The rhythm is gentle at first. Slippery skin, heavy breaths, the sound of water shifting with every roll of your hips. Felix bites your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then lower, tongue lapping blood before it cools, fangs sinking in again like he’s trying to mark every inch.

You're bleeding. You're riding. You're both coming undone.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Dripping for me. Bleeding for me. My perfect little canvas.”

Your orgasm builds like a tide—slow, inevitable. His cock hits all the right places, his hands guiding you faster, his mouth sealing over your throat for one final bite as he moans into your skin.

“Cum for me,” he pants. “Feed me while you fall apart.”

Your whole body tenses—like a wave crashing against fragile glass.

And then it shatters.

You break apart on him with a choked cry, thighs trembling, nails clawing down his back. Your orgasm ripples out in hot, helpless pulses, cunt fluttering around him, blood still seeping slowly from your bitten throat as you collapse forward into his arms.

Felix growls.

The sound vibrates through his chest, deep and guttural—feral with need. His mouth seals tighter around your neck, and he drinks as you shake through your climax. Every pull of his lips sends fresh aftershocks rolling through you. You're twitching, overstimulated, undone.

“That's it,” he whispers, lips stained, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “That’s my angel. Give me everything.”

He swallows every drop like he needs it to survive. Like your pleasure is the only thing that can keep him sane.

When he finally releases your throat, his tongue traces the wound—gentle now, reverent, like he’s kissing the holiest part of you. Blood paints his chin. His cock still buried inside you, twitching, heavy, throbbing.

Then—he lifts his head.

You see it in his face. The complete loss of control. His pupils blown wide, lips red, hair clinging to his temples in damp, golden waves. His hands clutch your waist again—and he thrusts up once, hard, a broken moan escaping his throat.

“Oh—fuck—” he gasps. “I’m gonna—”

You’re still pulsing around him. Still warm, wet, perfect.

He buries himself deeper, spilling into you with a low, desperate groan. His mouth finds yours mid-release, kissing you like he’s tasting eternity. Tongue slick with blood and love. You’re breathless, trembling, still locked together in the cooling water—and only then does he speak again. Softly. Against your lips.

“You’re divine.”

You smile weakly, forehead to his. “So are you.”

Felix brushes a petal from your shoulder. One last kiss to your jaw. One last whispered truth, low and sacred:

“I’d bleed for you too.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𓆪 KIM SEUNGMIN // Normal Vampire The gentleman with a scalpel smile. Clinical precision. Calculated hunger.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Inner arm — intimate, exposed, and close to your heart. ‣ Sometimes the chest or side of your ribs

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Calm. Measured. Strategic. ‣ He plans his bites—timed, placed, controlled. ‣ Often feeds during emotional peaks—after soft sobs, laughter, confessions, or sex. ‣ Gentle on the surface, but watch closely: there’s a dangerous edge underneath.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Heart rate spike followed by unusual stillness. ‣ Floating sensation. Hallucination-like euphoria. ‣ Skin hypersensitivity for hours after. ‣ Develops strong dependency on his praise and attention.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Low-risk externally—but internally, you’ll never forget the way he says your name. ‣ Prolonged feeding can induce dreamlike sedation or emotional bonding states. ‣ Known to leave almost invisible marks—but you feel them for days. ‣ Vulnerability spike: tendency to confess secrets or cry in his arms after.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 007 𓆪

You hadn’t spoken in over an hour.

Not since the fight.

Not since he said, “Maybe if you didn’t run every time we got too close, I wouldn’t have to wonder if you actually want this.”

You’d slammed the door to the bedroom. Now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of his shirts, staring at the wall like it’s going to offer answers. It doesn’t.

The air is tight. Tense. Like everything’s been coiled too long.

Then—you hear his footsteps.

And suddenly, he’s there.

Seungmin doesn’t speak. Doesn’t shout. He just walks over, grabs your jaw with cold fingers, and tilts your head up.

“You want to be left alone?” he asks quietly. “Or do you want me to make you feel something again?”

Your breath stutters. That look in his eyes—sharp, calculating, barely restrained—isn’t the usual teasing calm.

This is something else.

You whisper, “Make me.”

And just like that—he snaps.

You’re pushed back against the bed. His body cages yours, knees on either side of your hips, hands pinning your wrists above your head. You gasp, arching—but he doesn’t give you time to speak.

“I hate fighting with you,” he growls, voice low and lethal. “You know that?”

You nod, breathless.

“But you push me. You always push. And then you run, and I let you. But not tonight.”

His lips crash to yours—angry, desperate, hungry. You kiss back just as hard, teeth clashing, tongues twisting. Seungmin bites your lip—draws blood. Licks it up like you’re wine and he’s parched. “Take it off,” he demands, tugging at the shirt. You pull it over your head, baring yourself to him completely and his eyes darken.

His eyes scan your body like he owns it. Like he's earned it. Then—he lets go.

Just releases your wrists and leans back, chest heaving. You blink, confused, but he only settles onto the mattress, dark hair mussed. One arm folded behind his head. The other gestures lazily down his own body.

“Take your panties off.”

You hesitate.

He raises a brow. “Now.”

You obey.

Silently, you slide the soft lace down your thighs, aware of how his gaze never leaves your center. You think—maybe—he wants you to straddle his face. Let him taste the slick that’s already gathering between your legs.

But Seungmin has other plans.

“Turn around,” he murmurs. “Back to me.”

You do, breath catching.

“On your knees. Over my chest.”

And that’s when it hits you.

You’re not riding his mouth. He’s placing you above him, facing the length of his body, and when you obey—when your hands brace on the bed and your knees sink beside his ribs—he shifts both of you down.

So now he’s under you. And your soaked pussy is right above his mouth. But his cock? Hard. Heavy. Inches from your face.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he growls. “And keep it open while I ruin you.”

You barely have time to whimper before his hands are gripping your hips, dragging your pussy down to his mouth. His tongue licks one long stripe through your folds before his fangs sink into the plush of your thigh with no warning, no restraint.

You cry out.

But then—you moan.

Because his mouth is everywhere. Kissing. Biting. Tongue fucking you while blood still runs hot against his lips. He’s feeding and pleasuring, starving and devout all at once.

And you?

You finally do what he told you.

Shaky hands pulling down his grey sweatpants and his briefs, his cock springing out, hard, leaking, throbbing.

You lean forward. Wrap one hand around the base of his cock. The other balances on his thigh. And then—you sink your mouth over him, slow at first, tongue pressing to the underside of the thick, pulsing length that jerks the moment you moan around it.

He groans.

Deep in his throat. A growl of praise.

“Just like that,” he breathes against your cunt. “Take it all, baby. Feed me while I fuck your throat.”

You do.

Mouth stuffed full of his cock, your hips rocking over his face as he feasts between your thighs like you’re the cure to every craving. His tongue works in circles—then flicks. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading you wider, holding you still when your thighs start shaking.

You’re dripping. Gagging. Gasping for air.

And Seungmin? He never lets up. Every time your mouth slides down over his length, he rewards you with another harsh suck, another bite to your thigh, another moan against your clit that sends you reeling.

Until you’re both right there.

Teetering. Desperate. Drenched in sweat, saliva, and blood.

Then—his cock throbs. Your walls flutter. Your body clenches around nothing as the orgasm explodes from your spine, rolling over you like a wave of fire.

Your juices soak his mouth. He drinks. Groaning. Devouring. Never stopping.

Your body trembles through the high and just as you release his cock from your mouth, gasping, your hand wraps around his base again, stroking him once, twice before he finally cums. All over your chest. Your mouth which you made sure to keep open. Your tongue.

Seungmin is panting, eyes dark, lips red, blood dripping from his mouth like wine and he licks your inner thigh again. "Feel better now?" he asks hoarsely.

You collapse sideways onto the mattress, dizzy and dazed. "Fuck you," you whisper.

He smirks.

"You already did. But unless you want more, I'm happy to oblige~"

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𓆪 YANG JEONGIN // Normal (Evolving Abnormal) Vampire The sweet boy with the sharpest bite. Addicted to affection. Dangerous when starved.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Shoulder blade, inner thigh & lower back

�� FEEDING STYLE ‣ Emotional. Impulsive. Clingy. ‣ Bites happen mid-kiss, mid-moan, mid-breakdown. ‣ Never feeds clean—always leaves marks. ‣ Mouthy. Sloppy. Overwhelmed. Often doesn’t stop until you pull him off.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Heavy euphoria followed by crashing neediness. ‣ Breathing becomes erratic. Limbs tremble. ‣ Intense emotional projection—feels what you feel, tenfold. ‣ Causes your body to crave touch long after the bite ends.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Unpredictable: safest when loved, most lethal when rejected. ‣ High risk for overfeeding during sex due to overstimulation. ‣ Known to whimper while drinking. ‣ Will worship you for hours afterward like he’s trying to say sorry with every kiss.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 008 𓆪

You’re still wearing it.

That lingerie set—the one in soft wine-red lace, delicate enough to tear, pretty enough to drive him feral. It’s sheer over your chest, satin at the waist, and trimmed in ribbon. You’d worn it as a surprise. You didn’t expect him to unravel like this.

Jeongin stares at you from the mattress, already shirtless, eyes darkened and jaw clenched. He looks dazed. Hungry. Like he’s been trying not to lose control all night and now he’s at his limit.

“I’m not taking it off,” he says hoarsely, reaching for you. “It’s too perfect. Too hot. Just—ride me like that.”

Your breath catches.

You crawl into his lap slowly, knees bracketing his hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands grip your thighs, sliding up the sheer lace with reverence and a tremble. Then his mouth is on you—kissing down your neck, biting gently at first, tongue soothing the sting. But that’s not what he really wants.

“I need it,” he whispers. “Please. Let me bite.”

You nod.

He doesn’t hesitate. Sinks his fangs into the swell of your breast just above the lace, groaning low as your blood hits his tongue. You moan at the feeling of the heat rush that floods your body. Your hips grind down on instinct. He grips you tighter, hips twitching beneath yours.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling back with blood smeared at the corner of his lips. “You taste so good.”

You rock against him again. He’s hard already, pressing against your center through thin layers. Your pace quickens as you straddle him, grinding down in search of friction, your moans growing louder with every pass.

And then—he thrusts up once, twice, desperately, through his boxers, trying to meet you. It’s messy. Uncontrolled.

“Take me out,” he pants. “I—I need—please—”

You reach between you, freeing him from his briefs. His cock is flushed, heavy, leaking against your hand. He bucks into your touch, then holds your hips steady while you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto him—inch by inch, lace still clinging to your skin.

His head drops back against the pillow with a moan so wrecked it doesn’t sound human. “You feel… fuck… you feel unreal.”

You start to move.

Slow at first—steady rolls of your hips, his hands roaming every inch of you he can reach. His fangs flash again as he watches you bounce, lace framing your curves, blood still drying on your chest.

“I can’t—can’t hold back,” he grits out. “Need to bite again—need to feel you everywhere.”

You nod, too lost in pleasure to form words.

This time, he bites your shoulder. Then your neck. Then your breast again through the fabric, enough to tear the lace slightly. Each time, his tongue follows, soothing the sting with a worshipful lick before he moans against your skin.

You’re shaking. Close. So close.

“Jeongin—”

“I know, baby," he growls—but this time, there’s a rasp in his throat. A dark edge. A thirst not just for you—but for what’s inside you. What feeds him.

Then—he snaps.

Jeongin bucks up into you with renewed force, rough and desperate, the rhythm turning messy and fast. One hand clutches your hip, guiding your motion, the other lands sharp against your ass—slap.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Take it. Ride it. Don’t you dare stop.”

You try to answer, but your voice breaks. He’s deep, hard, relentless. The blood loss, the overstimulation, the lace chafing just so—it’s too much, and still not enough.

Then he sinks his fangs into you again.

Lower this time—just above your heart. A claim. A feeding. His moan is filthy against your skin as he drinks, hips slamming up with each pull from your vein. His lips seal to the bite like it’s sacred, tongue swiping the spill before it stains.

You feel yourself tipping, unraveling—body jerking, walls fluttering around him. He groans, hands digging into your ass, holding you in place as his thrusts become erratic.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants, blood-slicked lips against your breast. “I could drink you dry. Fill you up. Fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop.”

You don’t. Your body moves on instinct—legs trembling, hands clutching at his chest, your moans dissolving into shattered gasps as you ride him harder, faster, deeper.

He fucks up into you like he’s chasing something primal—like he’s on the edge of breaking, of shifting into something unholy. His grip on your hips bruises. His jaw is clenched tight. He’s staring at you like you’re divinity draped in lingerie and blood.

“Fucking—cum,” he snaps, voice cracking. “Let me feel you.”

And then—you do.

It hits like a flood, your whole body locking around him, head thrown back as the orgasm rips through you. You cry out, shaking, grinding down on him as your walls clench and flutter and milk him mercilessly.

Jeongin loses it.

He growls—a sound feral, needy—and slaps your ass again, rougher this time, then grabs your waist and slams up into you with sharp, punishing thrusts. No rhythm now. Just desperation. His cock drags along every swollen, overstimulated nerve inside you as he chases his own climax, jaw clenched, breath ragged.

“Fucking—tight—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Another slap. Another thrust. His fangs flash again like he’s tempted to bite one last time, but instead he buries his face in your chest, breathing you in like you’re oxygen. His fingers sink into your thighs, holding you down as he spills into you with a deep, guttural groan.

His entire body jerks.

Once. Twice.

Then stillness.

His grip softens—only a little. His face stays pressed against your skin, your blood still drying against his lips. His cock twitches inside you, aftershocks making your thighs tremble from where you’re still seated on him.

He finally breathes. Hoarse. Like he’d forgotten how.

“…mine,” he whispers. Like a prayer. Like a vow.

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[prosypepper]

pins & needles

summary: how various jjk men react to ur new/unnoticed piercings! incl. nanami, gojo, geto, choso

warnings: veryyyyyyy suggestive (esp in nanami's), (new) piercings, geto's & nanami's is a new relationship type thing. excuse any typos pls😞. 18+ mdni!

a/n: i got like 3 new piercings over the weekend, this is just self indulgent and cute methinks. also tyyy for 700 :3, i'm trying so hard to get over the writer's block. love u all!

choso + smiley piercing!

"i've never been happier to see you," choso groans as soon as he enters your dorm, kicking off his shoes at the door. though his voice is monotone, you can infer he's tired, worn out from a day's work and fighting curses.

"rough day?" you scoot over in bed to allow room for your boyfriend, smoothing out the sheets and flipping your blanket up.

"very." the singular word is the only response choso gives before beginning to strip his uniform right in front of you. as you're watching intently, choso gets almost completely naked before grabbing some clothes he'd left over; a pair of baggy pants and an "i heart my girlfriend" shirt that you gifted him, and lazily putting them on.

"i did something today, cho," you inform him, and choso’s attention immediately snaps to you, eyes showing that he was obviously wondering.

"what’d you do?"

you give him a bright smile, all the teeth in your mouth shown to him, the shiny ring glistening atop your pretty gums. choso’s brows furrow together, his pupils coming to realize there was something new in your mouth, something different about your smile.

"what’s…that?" he asks, stepping closer and closer and eventually sitting on the bed with you. you giggle at his curious looking, his eyebrows still knitted together in an inquisitive way.

"a piercing, silly," you inform him, carefully flipping up your top lip to show where the jewelry went through the frenulum of your inner lip.

"does it hurt?" choso leans in even more, straightening his eyes with the freshly pierced hole in your mouth.

"not really, just a little bit," you tell him, letting go of your lip and pressing a quick peck to choso’s lips. it catches him off-guard, choso’s face lights up red because he thought he couldn’t kiss you. smiling triumphantly, you pull away from your boyfriend.

"it—um—it looks really pretty on you." choso compliments, "can i kiss you again? please?" and he’s so sincere and sweet, always asking permission for everything. so endearing, really, even with his deep, dark voice.

needless to say, when he kisses you again, choso is making sure to flick the jewelry all around with his tongue, faintly enough to not hurt the new wound. and it becomes a habit from thereon.

gojo + bellybutton piercing!

"i missed you so much, baby."

satoru is on top of you, arms caging you in while you lay underneath him, smiling and feebly grasping the biggest part of his bicep. it had been over a month since you'd seen your husband, he'd been away on a business trip for far too long.

"did you miss me?" his words are drawn out and dramatic, like always, like he was teasing you—but he was practically always teasing you.

"yes, satoru," you blankly reply, "i missed you."

just before you can roll your eyes, gojo's kissing you, a bit enthusiastically, but you quickly melt into his touch. as annoying as he could be, you loved him, you missed him. you had longed for him the moment he left—that was a fact you couldn’t deny.

as quickly as he meets your lips, satoru leaves, disconnecting himself to trail down your torso that was draped in a way-too-expensive t-shirt of his. but the one thing that doesn't leave you is his eyes, he keeps an intense stare on your face as he moves lower and lower towards your waistline. his fingertips dance along your sides before pinching the fabric of the bottom of the shirt and slowly lifting it up.

his eyes are no longer able to stay on yours when he catches a glimpse of the sparkly blue rhinestones on each ball of the jewelry stuck through your navel. of course, you chose the shade that best matched satoru's eye color.

"no way!" satoru exclaims, beaming with a new-found excitement for the little hole in your tummy, "you actually did it?"

"yes, satoru," you repeat, threading your fingers through the white tufts of your husband's hair.

gojo's nimble fingers come to play with the jewelry—the size comparison comedic from how large his hands are. he studies the now fully healed wound, moving the jewelry all around and practically forgetting the previous heated mood.

"do you like it?" you somewhat nervously ask, intimidated by the tedious investigation of your bellybutton.

"yes, duh," satoru dramatically quips, "you think i should get one next?"

nanami + nipple piercing!

kento had tried so hard to ignore it.

you didn't mean to distract him, really. it was a simple mishap at first, not wearing a bra when kento came over. but after the first time, he didn't seem to mind, he was gentlemanly enough. his eyes stayed averted—when you were looking at him, at least—so you took it as a green flag to remain braless when he was at your house without worry.

but nanami's only a man.

so here you are, after work, after your boyfriend had come over, ranting to him in your kitchen about your boss and whatever bullshit you had to put up with that day. but your words land upon deaf ears, noise drowned out by the sight of the little hearts poking out from the shirt you're wearing. he's sat at your dining table, legs lazily spread as he half-listens to you.

"—like, what?! what else am i supposed to do in that situation?"

for the first time in your venting session, you lock eyes with kento, noticing how they flash up quickly from...your chest.

"ken?"

"um—yes?" he chokes, a little too obviously for him to not be embarrassed over.

a smug smile rests over your face, nanami was caught red handed, ogling at your boobs and the cute heart-shaped jewelry that adorned them.

"what'cha staring at?" trailing closer to him with a teasing tone in your voice, you're killing him, embarrassing the poor man as the seconds roll on. kento doesn't reply either, only a raspy breath leaving his lungs as his response. his face heats up and his expression drops, shamelessly glancing down at your chest once more—one, two—counting the peaks of your nipples through the shirt.

"i'm sorry," he finally chokes out, unable to keep his eyes from flashing up and down, to your eyes then to your chest, again and again.

without any words, you slot yourself between nanami's legs, inching your chest closer to his face. it was so funny how easily his stoic persona disintegrated under your presence. he'd never been this close to your chest—to you. and it's intoxicating to him, he's ashamed how he loses himself by simply being eye level with your boobs.

but that guilt quickly washes away when you take his hand and place it perfectly to cup your tit—index finger and thumb resting right around the pretty jewelry under your shirt.

tdlr; that's the first night your boyfriend stays over at your place.

geto + clavicle piercing!

"you look lovely tonight."

smooth as ever, geto compliments you, his voice dripping with a sweet nectar. your insides warm up despite the harsh cold outside, the thick coat draped over your frame doing little to combat the weather.

"thank you," you whisper and smile at him, stepping into the door of the fancy restaurant suguru had chosen for your date. third date, to be exact.

once you're at your table, suguru helps you shimmy the bulky jacket off your shoulders, revealing the tasteful, deep-cut top you had chosen for your date—along with the two studs on each side of your collarbone that your clothing showed off rather perfectly.

it takes suguru a few moments to notice once he sits down. he tries to strike up conversation, relying on the simple questions and responses he can utter without getting too distracted. however, within a few minutes, geto is cracking, eyes every so often flickering down to the gems that aligned your clavicle so prettily. he can't help it, because with every slight movement you make, the jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the restaurant—it's hard to ignore.

"are you okay?" you interrupt your previous dialogue when you take note of geto's increasingly hazy replies, and how he seems a bit spaced out.

"yeah," suguru swallows deeply, "i really like your—um," his pointer finger vaguely motions to his own collarbone, and you have to look down at your chest before you realize what he’s talking about.

his mouth is dry. he’d already thought you were, like, the sexiest woman on earth, but this, oh this, was just too much. geto was unsure as to why he found the piercings so distracting, so hot, but nonetheless enjoyed the view he had.

"oh, thank you!" you giggle, smiling brightly and ghosting your fingers over the piercings—you’d honestly forgotten that this would be the first time he’s seen this much of your body, and the piercings ended up being the perfect touch to make suguru lose his mind.

and he can't wait until he's able to feel on 'em, too.

[boypied]

the boy next door

[friends boyfriend] nate jacobs x male reader

summary: an affair between you and maddie's boyfriend has been going on for some time now. you regularly sneak around his house since you're neighbours. you know he only sees you as a 'cum sock' but you don't care.

wc: 1.4k

notes: MDNI, FDNI, dominant nate, submissive reader, degrading, cheating, rough sex, choking, spit, unprotected sex, gay slurs.

You lay down in your bed thinking about how much of a bad friend you are, simply because you've been sleeping with Nate... your bestfriends boyfriend. You couldn't bare face Maddie knowing that she would be able to tell that something was wrong just by the look on your face and how strange your body language would be with her, plus Nate is your neighbour so it's double risky; you can't be caught by Maddie or his parents. It all started in a bathroom, at the New years Eve party, that everyone was at. You were both drunk, and one thing led to another and his cock was buried deep inside your ass giving you the pounding of a lifetime, he didn't even bother to wear a condom. Normally, you'd force whoever you were going to be having sex with to wear a condom but with him... you just didn't care. Your mind went completely numb and blank from just a simple touch from Nate. The majority of people knew that you've had a crush on Nate because of how alarmingly obvious it was, but when he got with Maddie, everyone probably just thought that you'd get over it since you should be happy for her.

You pick up your phone nervously as you prepare yourself to text Maddie and confess everything to her until you stop yourself as a message from Nate pops up. "Come over." is all it says, and you immediately sneak over to his like a lost puppy, Nate has you pracially on a leash, so he knows that he has all the control over you. Once you make it into his room, he stands there in nothing but his boxers revealing his toned muscular body that you love so much, "get naked, fag." Nate grunts out and you immediately begin stripping off naked, "y-yes sir." You mumble out as you reveal your body to him as you gently and seductively pull down your underwear while facing the other way so that your plump ass gets exposed to his first. Nate watches, and he gently bites down on his lower lip as he watches how your hips sway side to side until you step out of your underwear and kicking them to the side turning back round to face Nate, you both walk closer to each other closing the gap that was between the two of you.

Nate wraps his veiny hands around your neck tightening his grip while his other hand travels round to grip the back of your head pulling your hair causing your head to jolt up and look him in the eyes, you stare in his eyes that immediately cause you to fold and become submissive completely under his control. "I love that I'm your secret.... and I can't tell a soul." You mumble out as your hard cock twitches hitting against his rock hard monster of a cock, Nate just smirks and looks down at you "I love how fucking sick you are." He says in a low tone loving how horny and desperate you are for him. You look over at Nate's bedside table where you see his phone lighting up as he's getting a call from none other than Maddie, you gulp slightly but you ultimately decide to ignore it and be all here for your daddy. "You wanna please me?" Nate grunts out with a smirk growing more and more as you slowly nod your head as Nate releases his grip on your neck and hair and you slowly drop down to your knees and you run your hand over Nate's monster cock that is enclosed in his underwear, you grip the hem and slowly pull it down.

Nate's firey red tip that is dripping with pre-cum and quite girthy length is exposed as you pull his boxers down, your mouth is gaped open in shock as you've forgotten how big it is in that small moment with your mouth gaped open Nate pushes his cock into your mouth in a rough manner causing you to gag ever so slightly but you enjoy every moment. Your eyes flutter up to meet with his, Nate continues to bruise your throat as his cock curves downwards with each thrust. Nate runs his hand through your soft hair as his thrusts into your throat become rougher and rougher until you're a gagging, spluttering mess for him. Nate pulls his cock out of your mouth creating a pop sound, his glistening cock revealed to you as you see his spit covered cock right before your own eyes. "Get on the bed... ass up." He grunts out as he gently slaps your cheek, you oblige to his commands as you strip off naked and climb onto his bed, pressing your chest against the bed and keeping your ass up revealing your tight pink asshole. The asshole that he loves so much but won't admit to it, not even to himself.

Nate climbs up on the bed coming up from behind you as he grips his base and slaps it against your hole. "F-Fuck," he mumbles out under his breath as he pushes his thick tip into your asshole feeling your tight muscle ring tighten around him. It slightly loosens once he gets past the ring and into your soft velvet walls that could make any man cum in an instant which is what Nate loves about you so much, that he gets to fuck a man that all men dream about while fucking their girlfriends. Nate leans forward as your muscle ring tightens around his base as he buries himself deep inside of you entirely. He pushes your face against the duvet, using it as leverage to begin thrusting into you at an instant quick pace. "N-Nate!" You whimper out as you feel him constantly hit your sweet spot, "n-ngh!" You whine out until Nate grabs his pre-cum soaked underwear from the side, and he stuffs it in your mouth to keep your quiet, "quiet!" He grunts out as his thrusts become rougher and rougher, and your muffled moans become more frequent, and your eyes flutter back. Nate's phone is constantly being bombarded by messages and phone calls from Maddie, but he ignores it as he's showing you his attention.

Nate's hands spank down against your ass leaving a bright red handprint. He grips your hips and begins to slowly but rougher pound into your asshole but with each thrust, he speeds up faster and faster until your asshole is pounded to a pulp, you adjust your hands and wrap a hand around your cock and you begin pumping your hand back and forth quickly so that you match the rhythm in which Nate is pounding you in, your other hand travels down lower to fondle with your balls. "Fucking slut!" He grunts out as he pounds you faster and harder, with each slap of his groin against your ass to ripple and the sound to echo throughout the room. Nate pulls out and flips you over so that you're lying on your back. He leans on his knees and pulls you up to sit on them as his cock slides into your soft asshole, he fits back in perfectly like a puzzle piece.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he slowly lifts you up and down on his cock in a slow and loving manner which doesn't last long cause the lifts become more rough and aggressive which causes your eyes to flutter back. Nate's hand leaves your waist and he grips it around your throat choking you, "cum for m-me." He whimper and grunts out to you. You begin pumping your hand faster and faster as you feel his cock slip in and out of you in a constant manner, "N-NGH!" You bite down on your lower lip to keep your moan quiet as you come undone all over his abs, the sight of Nate's cum covered abs causes him to speed up fucking into you like you're nothing but a fleshlight to him, one more thrust as well as the tightness of your asshole and Nate's cock is painting your ivory walls white with his thick creamy cum. He stays buried inside you as he continues to pump his load into you. He carefully lays down, making sure to hold you. "So...do you wanna stay the night?" He mumbles out embarrassed that he's even asking you this, you nod your head swiftly, which causes Nate to become slightly defensive "uhm...it's just so we can fuck in the morning...alright!" He says and you just smile and nod, "I'm sure." You whisper to him as you snuggle your head against his bare chest and he slowly closes his eyes as his cock becomes flaccid and slips out of your cum filled hole. You both drift off to sleep in eachothers arms filled and coated in each others cum.

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[angelyuji]

yandere stanley and stanford pines somno thoughts :)

18+!!!

tw // somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, drugging, pls lmk if i missed any tags

sorry there’s a read more link, this one is a little intense so… mind the tws and tags pls🥰🥰

stan is not sneaky or quiet going into your room. he thinks he’s being quiet, but he’s not. after a couple times, he stops bothering. like it clicked for him that it doesn’t matter if you do wake up cuz either way you’re in his home and there’s no way out. no amount of screaming will save you either, like the shack is out in the woods.

the first time wasn’t on purpose, it was a heatwave and stan woke up around 2 am not being able to go back go sleep in the heat. sooo he goes to ur room to check on you, yk to see if you’ve fallen asleep yet or if ur awake like him. he’d go into your room and see the 4 different standing fans he bought for you turned on, and also see that you’re only sleeping in your underwear. the heat was killing you, so obviously you had to strip. immediately stan’s next to your bed, hand slowly messaging your naked chest. you moan a little in your sleep and stan takes that as a sign that you’re literally begging for him. like moaning??? in your sleep??? ok SLUT. same thing next evening, except stan goes farther. and like he’s been out of the game for so long yk so he’s just curious. and like it’s not his fault you were tempting him, he’s an old man. he takes a couple risks: kissing you, pushing a couple fingers into your mouth or hole to see how much of him you could take. by day 3, he’ll see that your body is being conditioned to respond to his touch and he’s actually gonna lose it.

your eyes flutter open, a moan falling from your lips, as you feel something press against your heat. “hey there, dollface.” stan grins at you and you jolt awake, trying to move away.

“stan, don’t! get-”

stan grabs your waist and pulls you back, cutting you off, “no point in trying to run, baby.” he flips you over, pushing your face into the pillow. he gets to his knees and pushes into you, stopping to feel the melting heat.

“s-stan p-please” you moan, muffled by the pillow.

“please what, sugar.” stan grins as you try to move your hips. he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you arch to look at him.

“please, please keep going”

ford is the sorta the opposite of stan like he couldve been doing this to you for months and you wouldve never known. like he definitely crushes up some sleeping pills into your food when you’re not looking. he knows what he’s doing is wrong and knows he should stop, but he can’t help it, you’re just so beautiful.

i feel like first time it happened, it was probably when you fell asleep in his lab. you had stayed with him to do some research and when you fell asleep, he decided to carry you to bed. the warmth of your body against his was enough to get him flustered, but when he laid you down, he took the opportunity to press a kiss to your mouth. and dude… he was immediately devastatingly horny like one kiss almost took him out. he definitely booked it out of your room out of embarrassment (even though you weren’t conscious to see) after this, he didn’t make eye contact with you or talk to you for a couple days. you end up confronting him about it and instead of telling you his feelings, he decided that he should just drug you to keep using you without having to vulnerable.

i feel like every time he does this, even if you’re not awake, he’s apologizing to you and making sure that you cum too. like he feels sooo bad for doing this to you, but like the guilts not gonna stop him. the only reason you ever realized is cuz he fucked up on the pills and you woke up to him pounding into you like a rabbit.

“f-ford, get off me.” you could feel every inch of him as he held you close. you try to push him off you, but instead he folds you in half, legs hooking his shoulders.

in this position, you could hardly think or breathe, he went deep and hard into you. as he gets quicker, he starts to mumble into your ear, “i can’t stop, i-i’m sorry, i’m s-so sorry.” he bites into your shoulder and you moan. “you just feel so good.”

for both ford and stan, once you wake up to them using you and you end up not telling anyone what happened, they’ll take that as a green light to keep doing this to you. and then it evolves from at night while you’re sleeping to the afternoon in a public mall bathroom.

(i kinda want to write about that now… but also… tutor!ford x reader… stan x babysitter!reader… im thinking thoughts…)

[twicecorner]

Teacher's Assistant - Professor Im Nayeon

Twice Nayeon x Male Reader

3,422 words; smut

A/N: i’m back! long time no see lol life has been crazy but finally found a time to write. I had this in the drafts.. the long awaited next part of Teacher’s Assistant! hope u guys enjoy ;) lmk how you like it given that i haven’t written in a min LOL

*Ding ding ding* The alarm set on the stage buzzes as everyone's attention moves to it. Twelve-noon sharp. The assistants in the room spring to their feet and call out for the next group of participants. 

“Profesor Im Nayeon’s 12 o’clock please come forward!” One yells.

You hastily move from where you were and get through the small crowd to the assistant. You were quite literally shaking in your boots. You didn’t know what to wear, so you had on some business casual attire. Brown dress shoes, navy trousers, and a white button-up. You gulped down the last of your water from the small paper cup and crushed it before throwing it into the recycling bin on your way out.

“Please follow me.” The assistant said to you. It felt surreal, this didn’t have the same vibe as any other job or school interviews you’ve ever done before, you didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t even see the other students who were in the interviews before you left. The assistant walks you down the hallway and up the elevator to the 9th floor. You notice that in order to have access to that floor, a card key was used. He pressed his card against the reader and as it flashed green, he pressed the button. The button was even in the shape of a heart to emphasize that it was the Love Lab floor. 

He leads you through the floor, a pinkish-red hue of LED strips dimly lights the hallways. You see some questionable things in some of the lab windows and think to ask, but keep it to yourself as you can feel the tension rising. Finally, you get to her office. Plastered on the door in big letters it reads, “PROFESSOR IM NAYEON - Love Lab no. 1” The assistant knocks on the door and waits for a response. He tells you to wait outside before entering. He goes in and exchanges a few words with Prof. Im before returning to the hallway and letting you in. “Good luck. She’s a tough one” He whispers to you.

You walk in to see that the room is also dimly lit with similar led lights. Her office is tidy and she’s sitting behind her desk. There’s a couch and a few bookshelves lining the walls. “Take a seat.” She scans over the paper in front of her. “Participant 021. We don’t use names here quite yet during this phase in order to keep a sense of… anonymity if you will.” You nod in response as you take a seat on the couch. “Since I’m your first interview, I’ll explain to you how this all goes down. Prepare yourself. If at any point you would like to stop, say the word ‘candy’. This will be for you to use in all of the interviews. If you choose to stop, your application will be terminated immediately and you will still be sworn to secrecy no matter what. These interviews are much different than any other type out there. As you know, this is the Love Lab. Many different things consist within the word Love, these interviews, or tests will show if you are able to fulfill those things, those needs. Does that make sense?” She squints her eyes and lowers her glasses to her bridge while looking at you. You nod and you get the feeling you know what she means.

She continues, “Each professor is known for a different study on Love, meaning to say different tasks and such that you and the other participants will need to pass in order to work for us. I see you’ve signed your consent form and you have passed the needed medical, fitness, and mental wellness exams. Your application was one of the only standouts we saw this year. Congratulations. We have high hopes for you number 021.” You feel a great sense of relief and proudness as you look down and give yourself a small smile. “Right, let’s not waste any time. Let’s begin.” You nod once again and watch as she gets up from her seat. You notice her legs are a little shaky when she stands. You wonder what happened in this room before you got there. She slides a bookshelf to the side revealing a small hidden room. It’s lined floor-to-ceiling with red plush. In the middle is a single chair. Along the walls, there are shelves and hooks, something straight out of 50 Shades of Grey, toys, and accessories galore, things you didn’t know the use of. In the middle of the room was a red bed in the shape of a heart with the headboard lining the top curved parts of the heart. Damn, they really keep a grip on the whole love thing. You thought to yourself.

Prof. Im takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You walk in and some sort of spark of bravery overcomes you for a moment. “What would you like me to do, Professor Im?” You ask. 

“I want you to please me. Ruin me. Break me. You have 3 hours to do so. The last participant wasn’t so lucky, he barely made it through half of the time before I told him to get out of my sight. But you, I already like the look of you.” She scans you up and down before beginning to unbutton her shirt. 

“I can use anything in here?” You ask looking around the room, starting to walk along the walls and examine things more closely. 

“Yes, providing you know how to use it. I’m not asking you to kill me, I’m not an easy woman to please, you see. And I like things rough.” She winks and slightly nods towards the extensive wall of flogs, whips, paddles, and such. To be honest, you’ve only dabbled with BDSM mildly in your life, a few spanks here and there, maybe some tying up of the hands, but nothing like this. As your mind begins to drift into thinking of all of the possibilities, Prof. Im snaps you out of your haze. She stands up, now topless, and gestures for you to join her on the bed. You join her, sitting on the edge of the bed, and take your shirt off as well. She seems to admire you and your body for a moment before climbing on top of you.

She looks you in the eyes, hers are already filled with lust. Prof. Im crashes her lips onto yours. A steamy make-out session ensues, Quickly, your hands find themselves exploring her back and waist. Her hands knot up in your hair and you pull her harder against you, she gets the hint and starts grinding into you. It doesn’t take long for a large bulge to form in your pants. Your tongues fight for dominance and you moan at the skin-to-skin contact when your chests touch.

Remembering that this is still an interview and that you need to pass, you take your time, also noting the 3-hour time limit. You need to be able to keep the heat up for 3 hours, you can’t bore her or finish too soon. Somewhat meticulously, you plan out the next 3 hours, trying to focus on kissing her while noting your next moves. Your hands roam up and down her back before sliding your hand to the base of where her hairline meets the back of her neck, you yank her head back by her hair and move down to kiss and lick along the side of her neck. You earn a gasp and some light moans from Prof. Im. 

“Mmm yes… remember… no marks” she reminds you and you nibble and kiss her neck.

Feeling the pressure build in your crotch, you hook your hands around her ass and under her thighs and quickly lift her up before spinning and tossing her lightly onto the bed. She gasps at your strength and confidence. “Eager are we? Already starting off better than the last participant” Prof Im smirks and bites her finger. “Now what’re you going to do to me?”

You kneel on the bed in front of her and hastily take off your belt. A move you admit you’ve done before, you grab her hands as she sits up and use the belt as makeshift handcuffs. “I’ll use this for now. I don’t want to waste my time going to grab the cuffs” You say nodding towards a far wall. “Mmm I like this” She purrs. As you finish quickly tying her up you hold her two hands above her head while your other hand undoes the button and zipper of your trousers before pulling out your hard length.

“Oh fuck.. So big..” Prof Im moans seeing your hard cock in front of her face, she licks her lips.

“Take it.” You demand, holding your cock, you bring it to her mouth, still holding her hands above her head, you take them and hold them against your chest. She understands, clawing her fingers into your chest as her head moves to the tip of your length. She parts her lips and you push in fully. She said she likes it rough anyways. Her eyes widen in shock and you feel immense pleasure as her throat takes your length down its tight wet walls. After staying still for a moment, you start to pull out and begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. She moans as you fuck her mouth, spit starting to drip down the corners of her lips. You pull out your cock fully as she sticks her tongue out and circles your tip with it. “Good isn’t it?” You ask her.

“Mhm.. I’m excited for the next few hours number 021.” She looks up at you.

For the first hour the two of you fuck like animals, you indulge yourself first eating her out and tasting her sweet juices and fucking in 3 or 4 different positions on the bed. The first stage of your plan was going smoothly. You had yet to use the various toys on the wall, but you glance at the clock every now and then to gauge your time. You’d plan to use those during the last 2 hours. The second hour for rough playtime, then treating the last as the final push to edge both of you until max capacity. You wanted to drive her crazy. Now understanding how the rest of these trials were going to go, you had to work up your stamina. In 3 hours you could probably finish twice, but your goal was to make her finish as much as you could, at least once per hour.

As the first hour was nearing its end, you decided to grab a toy. As Prof. Im, now untied, hair disheveled and body sweaty, lays on the bed recovering from your fierce pounding you get up and look at the wall of dildos. You choose one similar to your size and walk back to her. “Finally.. As much as I loved your cock pounding me I was wondering when you’d start making use of the stuff in here.” She says breathing heavily. “Oh trust me, I’m just getting started.” you respond. 

You spread her legs and make your way between them. You bring the dildo to her mouth, “Suck it.” she does so making eye contact with you as she takes the toy down her throat before spitting on her hand and stroking the toy. You smile and take it down between her leg, moving it between her wet lower lips. She moans at the sight. You shove it into her and start pumping it before bringing your head down to eat her out at the same time. “Oh FUCK!” she moans, having 2 of the most pleasurable feelings at once. “Mmm fuck that feels so good” 

Almost on instinct, she grabs her legs and holds them up and apart for you, wanting more. You bring your other hand up and grab onto her chest, playing with her nipple and massaging her tit. You simultaneously bring her pleasure and she starts getting close to the edge. “D-don’t stop… fuck yes oh my god” she moans, her hips now shaking and moving on their own accord to get more. Your spit mixed with her own juices make the toy easy to fuck her with and your mouth moves furiously on her clit. You can feel her start to tighten and push the toy, signalling her orgasm. You ramp it up thrusting harder and faster, sucking more on her clit and clawing at her tits. “I-I’m gonna c-cum!!” She yells out. You take your mouth off her for a moment, “Cum for me Professor Im… Cum all over me” One of her hands goes to grip your hair and push you back to her clit and holds you there before she yells out and her body spasms, her hole pushes the toy out and you continue to lick and suck her pussy as her juices flow. 

You pull away once she releases your head. “How was that?” You ask smirking at your work, the sheets now even wetter, her chest heaving for air and your cock leaking precum. “Holy shit…” She says between breaths, “I might just already pass you.” You smile as you hear that. “We didn’t even get to use all these fun toys” You tease back, “And I haven’t even finished yet” You say looking down your cock, now pulsing with need to finish. “Usually I’m not this worn out so fast, but something about you…” She says looking at you up and down. “I’ll give you the next 30 minutes to make us both finish. If you do so, you pass.” she smirks.

“Challenge accepted.” You say catching your breath and wiping the sweat from your brow. “Have you done anal before Prof Im?” You ask shyly, not sure if it’s appropriate to ask. “Mmm.. once, but it took me a little bit to like it… I haven’t tried since… of course the last time I did it, he wasn’t as good as you.” You knew the sure fire way to make you both finish was her ass. The pristine tight starfish coupled with her dripping pussy.

You flip her onto her stomach and turn her around, so she’s facing the mirror on the opposite wall. You bring her up onto all fours before bending down to spread her cheeks and expose her tightest hole. You lick from her clit up to her starfish and dip your tongue in, she moans at the contact and she starts to loosen up. You dip from her ass into her pussy and back, stimulating both holes. You pull back and slide your index finger into her ass to allow her to adjust and she easily takes it in. You give her a few pumps before going back to licking and wetting it. You go back and forth like this for a few minutes until she's prepped. To get your length wet, you push it into her pussy and give her a few good strokes, she moans with every pass and clenches her walls onto it. “God, your cock feels so good in my pussy.” She moans. “Just wait until it fills your ass” You moan in return.

You do a few more thrusts into her pussy before your length is coated in her juices. You spit onto her tight hole one more time before you press your tip against it, “You ready? Let me know if you want me to stop” You tell her before you slowly ease your way in. “OH! Fuck oh my god yes.. Oh fuck its so full…” she moans out your length only half way in. You push more till your cock is sheathed in her ass, the whole process filled the room with a cacophony of her moans and yelps of pleasure at being completely filled. “It’s so fucking tight… it feels so good Professor Im” 

‘“Oh for fucks sake.. Fuck me already and call me Nayeon” she demands. Your face fills with shock at this. But you can’t process it till later, right now you have a job to do. You start to thrust into her ass slowly, feeling her walls squeeze against your length already bringing you closer to the edge. You hold back and start to thrust faster, gripping into her hips. “Fuck Nayeon your ass feels so fucking good…” You moan, thrusting harder and faster into her, your balls slapping against her still wet pussy. Suddenly an idea pops into your head. You reach for the dildo on the bed next to you, “Should we try something new Nayeon?” You ask. “Mmm shit I don’t care I just need you to fuck me” She desperately says looking back at you through the mirror. You pull out of her ass and take the toy and slip it into her pussy, you hold it there with your hand and push your cock back into her ass. “OH FUCK” She yells out, now feeling truly filled. The pressure from the toy makes her ass even tighter and you moan out too.

You resume fucking her ass, now your balls slapping the base of the toy allowing it to slip in and out of her pussy at the same pace as you. “Oh- oh my god fuck… oh shit” Nayeon’s a mess in ecstacy. She’s never felt so much pleasure and so full before. You slap her ass then grab onto the back of her head and bring it up to look at the two of you in the mirror. “Cum with me Nayeon. Squirt all over me while I cum in your ass” You growl. She watches as you fuck her harder, her pussy now even wetter and pulsing harder squeezes the toy out and you bring a hand down to furiously rub at her clit. She squeezes her ass even harder on your cock. “I-I’m gonna cum Nayeon.. Fuck I’m gonna fill your ass…” You moan loudly, fucking her even harder and faster, your length moving in and out of her gripping hole. 

“I-im cumming again!!” Nayeon moans, she falls forward as her body convulses in orgasmic pleasure and she squirts all over your balls and thighs, as her body tightens like an anaconda around your length until you reach your limit. You explode ropes of hot semen into her deepest parts, you grunt as you shallowly thrust into her, painting her walls. You both come down from your extreme orgasms and you pull out, you watch as she pushes your cum from her ass, you bring a finger to it and run it from her ass to her pussy, smearing your cum all over holes and clit.

“Oh my god..” Nayeon collapses onto the bed and you lay down next to her, your warm sweaty bodies tangled together. “You… pass” She says before her eyes close. You hold her in your arms as you too feel your eyes get heavier. You wake up to a jolt a bit later to Nayeon stirring awake, “Good morning” You say jokingly. “Mmm I haven’t passed out like that from a session in a long time” She says. “I think you’ll do just fine throughout these trials. I’ll be sure to let the other professors know.”

“Thank you.” you say getting up and grabbing a bottle of water while starting to get dressed. “So what next?” You ask as she does the same. “I see you have Professor Minatozaki next… You’ll have the session with her at 7pm so you have some time to clean up and rest before that. I suggest you rest up for her, I don’t think she’ll let up as easy as I did for you. Come back around 6:45 to check in. If you get past her, you’ll have Professor Myoi tomorrow and Professor Park the day after. Good luck number 021. I sure hope you make it through. I would like to see you again” Nayeon smirks before she pulls you in for another kiss and grabs at your now clothed crotch.

You exit the room and an assistant brings you out, handing you a reminder slip to come back at 6:45 and stamps your card “passed” next to Professor Im’s name. Now that you know what these trials are, you head back to your room to freshen up and get ready for Professor Minatozaki Sana.

[niilue]

haii! can i request gojo + feminization + oral fixation + male reader?? thank you! 🩷

— gojo satoru • jujutsu kaisen —

cw: dom reader, male reader, sub gojo, feminization, oral fixation

niilue’s 3k event

“come on, satoru… show me how pretty you look.”

gojo’s cheeks were flushed pink, a stark contrast to the pale blue lace panties stretched snug across his hips. the matching garter straps clung to his thighs, accentuating every inch of his long legs. his usual cocky grin was gone, replaced with something softer — something desperate.

he was already on his knees, hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching as he glanced up at you from under his snowy bangs. his lips, usually quick with teasing remarks, now trembled slightly, parted just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue.

“you’re quiet,” you murmured, stepping closer. your fingers brushed over his jaw, tilting his chin up so his ocean-blue eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? cat got your tongue?”

gojo swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your face and the obvious bulge pressing against your pants. he licked his lips without even realizing it — that pretty, pouty mouth of his already working in ways he didn’t even need to think about.

“you want something, don’t you?”

his nod was immediate, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “please…”

“please, what?”

a whine slipped past his lips as he shifted on his knees, the garters digging into his skin with every movement. he looked wrecked already, just from your presence, his usual bravado stripped away the moment he put on the lace.

“want… want it in my mouth,” he whispered, voice trembling with need.

“of course you do.”

you let out a soft chuckle, tracing your thumb along his lower lip. he sucked it in without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking gently. the way his tongue swirled around your thumb was obscene — slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of having something between his lips.

“such a good little thing,” you murmured, watching how his lashes fluttered with every movement. “you love having your mouth full, don’t you?”

gojo whimpered around your thumb, nodding as his hips twitched involuntarily. you could see the bulge straining against the lace panties, a wet patch already forming at the front. he was completely gone — needy, desperate, falling apart just from this.

pulling your thumb from his mouth with a soft pop, you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping it just enough to make him gasp.

“open.”

his mouth fell open immediately, tongue out, eyes wide and glassy as he stared up at you. the sight was almost too much — gojo satoru, the strongest, kneeling at your feet, dressed up like your personal plaything, ready to take whatever you gave him.

“good boy,” you whispered, undoing your belt. “now, be sweet and keep sucking until i tell you to stop.”

and as your cock pressed past his lips, gojo moaned, his lashes fluttering again as he eagerly took you in, losing himself completely to the warmth, the weight, the taste.

word count: 490

[ysvanielle]

ׂ ᩧ ֺ ۪ 　　　"ONLY FOR THE NIGHT"

── .✦ ꒰ boyfriend!sae itoshi x f!reader x boyfriend'sbrother!rin itoshi ྀ ꒱ —

cw: threesome ,, p in v ,, unprotected sex ,, nicknames ,, hate n hard sex ,, all characters aged up ! mdni ,, hair pulling ,, blowj*b ,, a bit ooc

its surprising how you end up in this situation. both brothers thrusting in you hard. it all started at this function and you were sae's plus one. sae always knew rin had a crush on you, not that sae didn't admire you, but rin.. was something else. sae's hand on your lower back the entire time. "ill go grab a drink." he whispered in your ear, as he walked away.

rin's eyes were on you the entire time. the soft silky long, black, backless, sleevless dress, hugging your curves perfectly. rin approached you with a boner. "you look stunning" he spoke in a low voice. you turned around, "you don't look bad yourself, rin", you teased with a small smile. oh, rin prayed you dont notice his growing boner, he bit his lip, making you raise a eyebrow.

within minutes, you were hurried in a suite room, stripped by sae, as rin waited impatiently on the bed, palming himself through his pants, eyes on you the entire time.sae fucked you with hard, long and fast thrusts, "fuck.. so fucking tight, all f'me, hmm?" on the other hand, rin thrusted in your mouth, he scoffed at his onii-chan's words.

"if so, why is she sucking me so hard, like its all she has gotten in months?" at rin's words, sae grabbed your hips tighter, sayin, "she sucks me every weeknd, what do you know about her. tell him, babe" looking at you, which made your eyes roll, you couldn't say a word, due to rin, just whimpers and moans.

"she can't even choose who she wants, don't be so full of yourself, onii-chan." sae glared at rin, who was pulling your hair, "yet, shes full of me every night after every match." sae barked back. your pussy clenched harder around sae's dick, as you came once.

your hands gripped rin's thighs, nails digging in, earing a gasp from rin, as your legs shaked. "what a slut, loves getting used like this, by us, huh?" rin spoke as he thrusted long inside you one last time, before pulling out.

you gasped, chest heaving, eyes wide, as you let out a loud moan. sae raised an eyebrow at rin, "about to cum, already?" he chuckled low and dark, making you roll your eyes. "no,", rin barked. "i was just-" without warning rin pushed in your mouth again.

as you creamed all over sae's cock, while rin came into your mouth as well, sae suggested to swap positions. sae pulled out and stared at you. "where are the condoms?" rin asked, as he pulled out as well. making you moan loudly again, as your pussy clenched around nothing, and drool dripping down your lips.

rin put on the condom and pushed in fat cock inside you, he started with slow thrusts, letting you adjust. sae didn't put his cock in your mouth immediately, he just watched the show, watching his girl get fucked by his younger brother. "n-need you.. please.." you said as you looked up at sae, while you clenched around rin's dick.

sae smirked, "hah, see? even though you are the one inside her, she still demands me." without warning, sae pushed his cock in your mouth, your lips immediately sucking him.

you started to reach your peak, eyes going hazy, as you fainted. lord knows how long they went on, switching positions and places till they finally came too.

ෆ a/n note: hii, hey! a few days ago, i asked YOU guys to vote for my next story! and threesome w the itoshi brothers, got the most votes! sooo, here it is! i hope you enjoyed :) | credits for the lovely divider: @dollywons

written by - @ysvanielle (me) | please do not copy, steal modify or repost or translate my content onto any other platforms or tumblr. reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated !

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Can you please do a hc of the guys helping you out after you come home tipsy(or drunk) from a girls night?

𝙿𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜

The lads men taking care of you after a girls night out. You came home drunk and you woke up with the worst hangover known to man. A/N: for this we’re going full messy drunk okay? great. cw: mentions of vomit/puke

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Coming home]

he picked you up after you drunk dialed him

drove on side roads so he could go slower so you wouldn’t get motion sickness

keeps your hair out of your face while you puke

listens to you ramble on and on about handsome he is and reminds you that you’re already dating him when you ask if he’s single

dodges you every time you try to kiss him in your drunken state ; does not care how fussy you get

let’s you hang on him like a koala while he removes your makeup and runs you a bath

tucks you into bed and holds you while you sleep

[The hangover]

has been checking on you periodically while you were passed out asleep the second you start to stir he grabs water and pain meds for your headache

in full doctor mode ; not gentle at all making you down two pills and a glass of water

left a trash can by the bed for you incase you vomitted overnight

spoons feeds you ginger chicken soup so you’re not digesting pain meds on an empty stomach ; doesn't leave until the whole bowl is gone

makes you lay on your side when you fall back asleep ; he doesn’t want you to choke one your own vomit

rubs your back while giving you a small lecture about drinking too much

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Coming home]

teases you about how you can’t hold your liquor

helps you take off your heels/shoes when you come stumbling through the door

picks you up carries you through the house while rubbing your back

is blushing furiously from your shameless flirting in your drunken state

sits you on the counter and holds your chin while he wipes your makeup off

finds it funny when you get fussy while he’s trying to take care of you “you’re so adorable”

strips you out of your current outfit and puts you in one of his shirts “You look better in my clothes anyway”

cradles you in his arms and has a trash can within reach if you have to puke

[The hangover]

has you laying on him while he reads a book when you wake up “good morning cutie does your head hurt?”

teases you again before kissing your forehead offering to get you food

“Come on you need a shower” carries you to the bathroom and showers with you ; dresses you in another one of his shirt again “you should just wear my clothes”

washes your face for you “I can do it Raf!” “I know you can, but let me take care of you”

wraps you up in the blanket like a burrito and carries you into his studio so he can keep an eye on you while he paints

gives you pain meds for your headache and orders or makes you whatever you want to eat

tells you all about your shameless flirting while you were drunk ; over exaggerates how he had to fight you off because you wanted him so bad

ends up laying on the couch with you instead of working on any of his projects

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Coming home]

woke up from his sleep when he heard you fumbling with the front door lock

fell to the floor with you on top of him when you stumbled through the door

concerned with how much you drank “Did you overdue it?” ; your giggles gave it away

is half sleep while he sits you on the counter and wipes your makeup off ; is unbelievably gentle while he does this

sits on the floor of the bathroom with you while you throw up ; stays like this with you until you start dozing off

rubs your back and wipes your mouth for you

grips you by the chin and lets you lean against him while he brushes your teeth

strips you down to your underwear and when you get too fussy for him he just lets you lay down like that

[The hangover]

is sitting up in bed when you wake up and immediately drags you into the shower ; towel dries you ; dresses you in his clothes and puts you back in bed

offers to cook you something ; orders takeout after the look you gave him

gives you pain meds after you get something in your stomach

lazy day with Xav naps, naps, and more naps

lazes around in bed all day with you

gets up to get you anything you ask for

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Coming home]

it’s night time so you know he’s in his element when you call him to come get you ; your night is ending and his day is just starting

picked you up from your girls night out ; promised to send Luke and Kieran for your car when you started throwing a fit about it

carries you bridal style through the house

already had a bath ready for you ; strips you out of your clothes and puts you in the tub

wraps you in a warm towel ; sits you on the counter ; puts your bonnet on you(or ties your hair back) ; wipes your makeup off and washes your face

doesn’t care how fussy you get when he’s trying to brush your teeth for you ; holds you in place with his evol “ahm roking(im choking)!” “You’re not choking sweetie spit”

lets you sleep in his lap and doesn’t care if you drool on him

[The hangover]

canceled everything to take care of you

him and the twins are at your beckoned call especially Sylus of course

gives you scalp massages

brings you a menu of foods that are good for hangovers ; watches you eat ; encourages one more bite before giving you some pain killers

teases you about your bratty fits you threw while you were drunk “it’s not that funny” “You’re adorable when you try to act angry” “im not acting!” “Whatever you say Princess”

if you have any body aches he’s giving you a massage

sits in bed with you letting you take naps on him ; once again he doesn’t mind you drooling on him

[lucy-literates]

Knots

Synopsis: Your husband has a grueling job, so you secretly took massage lessons to surprise him and help him relax after a long day (post Thunderbolts*).

A/N: My requests are open! I'm seriously considering going back to the cinemas to watch Thunderbolts* again. I can not tell you guys how happy I am that Buck finally got his own theme, he so deserves it. I’m so proud of him. Anyway, enjoy :)

Not only does Bucky run around saving the world, he also babysits 5 adult children. There isn’t a mission they’ve been on that has gone how they planned, whether Alexi just ran in shouting “We are the Thunderbolts!”, or John who got the best of him and he took on more than he should’ve. It was always Bucky that got stuck saving their asses.

He knew that was gonna happen when he agreed (was forced into) the job, and deep deep deep down, he kinda likes it.

He’s never had that mentor role before, always being the fragile, broken soldier who needed guidance and healing. He now get to be the strong leader, who helps the other heal.

Some days, that looks like letting Yelena take her anger out on him. Other days, it looks like handcuffing Bob to the couch when he’s got the occasional craving for meth.

He wouldn’t change a thing. Except, for maybe a few more quiet days he could spend with you. He could never get enough of those.

He just came back from 2 week mission, dropping the others off at the tower and hightailing it to your little apartment down the street.

He fished the key you gave to him out of his pocket, and burst through the door. He silently stalked around the apartment, looking for you.

Next thing he knows, there’s a gun pointed in between his eyes.

“Holy shit Buck, I thought you were trying kidnapping me” you scold. It’s happened before, that’s why Bucky gave you one of his many handguns. You placed it down safely, then jumped into his arms.

He took you to the bed, hugging you and giving you small pecs the whole way. He placed you down, and reached for your computer which displayed your brand new masseuse certificate, something you had achieved right as Bucky got home.

You lunged for the laptop, slamming it closed and taking it from you. He immediately raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

“It’s actually a surprise for you” you admitted. “For me? When” he asked.

“Now. Lay done on the bed, shirt of” you ordered.

“Is this one of those new sex things you’ve been asking you try?” He accused.

“No! Now do what I said” you demanded

“Please” you added for good measure.

He grumbled and did what you demanded. You squeezed some moisture onto you hands and slid them up his back, gliding through the muscles.

You started on his shoulders, the tension and knots melted away as you worked. Bucky was groaning and moaning underneath you.

“You like your surprise?” You asked rather meekly

He replied with a muffled “fuck yeah” and went back to enjoying the pleasure.

His muscles rippled as you good your hands all over him, goosebumps changing after your hands. Some spots, like his shoulder blades, back, neck, and calves took a little extra work to get the knots out. You enjoyed being able to make him so relaxed while you basically got the freedom to touch whatever you wanted.

It wasn’t a secret that you struggled to keep your hands to yourself around your husband, this just gave you another excuse to touch except he enjoyed this one.

You spent an hour and a half massaging from his feet, to his scalp. He fell asleep somewhere around working on thighs.

He hadn’t showered yet, but you knew there was no way you were going to wake him up for one. So, instead, you got a warm wash cloth and bathed him the best you could. Luckily, you had him strip to his boxers so you didn’t need to worry about trying to slid clothes off.

You went to the walk in closet and pulled down a blanket, the only one you owned that completely covered him. You laid it on him and then off the light, making your way to the bathroom so you yourself could shower.

You emerged 20 minutes later to find Bucky sitting up in bed, book in hand. It was a book you recommended for him. He looked as he heard you lightly pad across the floor. He avoid back on the bed and lifted the covers, inviting you in.

A light bulb lit up in your head. “Buck, do you want to be little spoon this time?” He looked at you like you had offended him in the highest degree.

“That massage was amazing, but no fucking way am I ever going to be little spoon.”

You chuckled as his little outburst and joined him in the bed, snuggling into his now knot free chest.

“I’m not kidding doll, my body feels so loose and free now. Thank you” he admitted, kissing your forehead. “Surely you didn’t need to go get a whole certificate for it”

“Busted” you mutter. “I might want to start my own little masseuse business, massaging you just gave me a good excuse to get started”

“Of course it did” he chuckled, ever amused by your reasonings.

He held you tighter and whispered “good night, doll”. You pecked his lips and whispered “good night Buck” in return. You flicked off the lights and fell asleep to the sound of Buckys steady, content heart