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bywons · 9 days ago

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LOVE ON THE ROCKS ⭑ drunk enhypen

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄!enha 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1422────── fluff ✿‎ kissing 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 贅沢 𖥔

REBLOG ◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ FOR KISSES

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung is extra giggly tonight, his cheeks red, tie askew— settling on top of a few loosened buttons and his hair a complete mess.

“baby, come here—” he stumbles through his own hallway, chasing you to the washroom, reeking of alcohol, “where’s my goodnight kiss?”

he finds you by the washroom, grinning so wide his eyes turn into little crescents. arms outstretched, he wraps them around your waist from the back, pulling you flush against his chest.

you turn around in his arms and he immediately buries his face in your neck, pressing a kiss there. it’s wet and clumsy, but full of affection.

“you didn’t kiss me goodnight,” he whines, brows furrowed like it’s a real tragedy, and if eyes could get anything they want, heeseung would be a winner. “fine,” you chuckle, cupping his face and bringing it down to press a chaste kiss on his lips— the fine taste of whiskey and love lingering on him.

he stumbles forward as you pull away for a breather, the tipsy weight of him leaning entirely on you. “more,” heeseung mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as he chases your lips again. “just one more. maybe five.”

you laugh softly, brushing his messy bangs back. “you’re hopeless.” “hopelessly yours,” he grins.

PARK JONGSEONG

“who k-kissed you?” jay sounds furious, cupping your face in his hands as he inspects your lipstick smudged face.

the alcohol in his system really is kicking, and you can confirm it by how oblivious he is to the fact that your red gloss is smudged by his lips. jay’s face is red— both from the wine and your lipstick.

his brows are furrowed like he’s solving a crime scene, thumbs swiping gently under your bottom lip with all the seriousness in the world. “baby, i’m not mad, i’m just… i just need names.”

you burst into laughter, clutching onto his shoulders. “you kissed me, you idiot.”

he blinks, stunned. “me?”

you nod, giggling. “twice. aggressively.”

jay’s mouth parts slightly, as if he just cracked the case, and then his expression melts into a sheepish smile. his hands slide down to rest on your shoulders as he leans forward, lips brushing your forehead. “good,” he murmurs, “i’d beat him up if it was someone else.”

his cologne is warm and familiar, mixing with the sharp tang of wine. his tie is crooked, as he pulls you in, gathering you in a drunk bear hug, pressing his lips on the crook of your neck.

SIM JAEYUN

“jake, put me down!” you gasp, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he picks you up with an uneven equilibrium.

jake is the most drunk person in the party, you could tell by his impulsive decisions and reddened face.

“jake, seriously—put me down!” you squeal, laughing breathlessly as your boyfriend lifts you into his arms like a groom on his wedding night. excep, he’s swaying. a lot.

“but you’re so pretty,” he slurs with a dopey grin, forehead resting against yours. “had to steal you away. just for a sec.”

his cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat and the glow of fairy lights dancing in his glassy eyes. his steps are clumsy, zigzagging across the lawn as you cling tighter.

“okay, romeo, we’re going to die—”

your words are cut short by a splash.

cold water engulfs you both as jake stumbles straight into the pool, dragging you with him in a chaotic, soaking plunge.

you surface, gasping and blinking water from your lashes, only to see jake float up next to you, completely drenched but still smiling.

“worth it,” he breathes, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. “’cause now we’re both cool.”

you smack his chest, laughing as he pulls you into a soggy hug, lips brushing your temple. “you idiot.”

“your idiot forever.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon stumbles into your shared apartment at midnight, kicking off his shoes with a clumsy thud. his blazer is half off, white shirt wrinkled and slightly untucked, and his cheeks are flushed a warm pink.

“baby?” he calls out, voice soft and unsure as he peeks around the hallway. “i missed you so much.”

you’re already there, arms crossed, trying not to smile at the sight of your usually composed boyfriend looking like a sleepy mess.

“how much did you drink?” you ask, guiding him by the wrist to the couch.

“not enough to forget how pretty you are,” he mumbles, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his lap.

he buries his face in your neck, arms draped loosely around your waist. “your perfume’s better than any drink.”

you laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair as he melts against you like a sleepy puppy.

“hoon, you’re really clingy when you’re drunk.”

“only with you,” he whispers, lifting his head to look at you, eyes glassy but sincere. “i love you, can we stay like this forever?”

your heart squeezes as you kiss his forehead. “forever sounds nice”

KIM SUNOO

sunoo clings to your arm like a sleepily, cheek pressed against your shoulder as he lets out a dramatic sigh. “you smell like flowers,” he mumbles, voice soft and syrupy with alcohol. “did you always smell this good, or is the wine making me fall in love again?”

you chuckle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “you’re already in love with me, remember?”

he blinks up at you, eyes glossy under the fairy lights of the backyard, lips pouting just slightly. “but it feels new tonight. like, i wanna write you poems or name a star after you.”

you cover your smile, heart fluttering at his drunken sincerity. “you’re such a flirt when you’re tipsy.”

sunoo sits up with a sudden burst of energy, wobbling slightly. “wait here!” he stumbles toward the garden, plucks a random daisy, then returns and offers it to you with a wide grin. “for you, my moon and stars.”

you take it, giggling as he snuggles back into your side. “you’re going to regret all this cheesy stuff tomorrow.”

“nope,” he yawns, eyes fluttering shut. “if it’s about you, i’ll mean it even when i’m sober.”

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon’s never drunk. like, ever. but tonight? he’s had three fruity cocktails and half a glass of someone’s mysterious punch, and now he’s standing in the kitchen wearing a colander on his head like a helmet.

“babe,” you start, biting back laughter, “what exactly are you doing?”

he turns to you dramatically, wobbling slightly on his socked feet. “protecting my brain,” he says seriously, poking the colander. “you never know who’s out here trying to read your thoughts.”

you snort. “you’ve been watching conspiracy videos again, haven’t you?”

“they make sense!” he insists, pointing at you with a spoon. “also—” he suddenly softens, spoon clattering to the counter, “you’re so pretty it’s unfair. i’m trying to have deep thoughts but all i think is: wow. she’s mine.”

you step closer, sliding the colander off his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love,” he sighs, pulling you into a loose hug, resting his cheek on your chest. “do you think aliens would be jealous of us?”

“probably,” you laugh, carding your fingers through his hair.

“good,” he mumbles sleepily. “they should be.”

you glance down at your drunk genius of a boyfriend and grin. yep. definitely keeping him.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“don’t act like you’re drunk,” you roll your eyes, witnessing the tall boy intentionally falter in his steps in front of you, his skateboard pushed to the side.

he grins up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “but what if i was drunk,” he says, voice slurred for effect, “and i still skated better than everyone here?”

you cross your arms. “you’re going to break your neck.”

he gasps, clutching his heart. “have a little faith in your man.”

“my man is an idiot.”

“an adorable idiot,” he adds with a wink, already hopping back on the board, swaying ridiculously. “c’mon, it’ll be fun. pretend i’m wasted and you’re my responsible girlfriend guiding me home.”

“riki,” you groan, trying not to laugh as he rolls in a lazy zigzag down the sidewalk.

“catch me if i crash!” he yells.

you sprint after him, already knowing how this ends—with riki tripping over a curb, both of you in a heap on the grass, and him laughing with that stupidly cute grin, arms around you like it was all part of the plan.

“see?” he pants. “told you it’d be fun.”

and yeah—you kind of can’t argue with that.

스루 ܃ i kinda wrote this fast, so i don't think it's my best work TT nonetheless, i hope you enjoy ! 🎀

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inkskinned · 4 months ago

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people have to make their own choices and make their own mistakes and you know that but you're on your third gin cocktail.

she's almost-angry while she talks. "he took the train with me. all the way home. it's an hour in the wrong direction." she's got a bright yellow raincoat and round glasses. she looks cute and thoughtful and like she reads books a lot. she's his type and you know that.

the bartender rolls her eyes and points to you. "he drove this one to her grandma's house. six hours both ways."

you were younger then, hadn't ever kissed a girl yet. were still saying "bicurious" because of your irish catholic family. it was so long ago skinny jeans were still socially acceptable.

and you'd met him, and he'd been perfect. his narrow face and dark hair and his wry self-deprecation. and - okay, yes, the fact he was a singer/songwriter was also hot. you liked the feeling of sundays with him, the two of you noodling through his new songs together while you slowly learned to play bass guitar. you liked writing his name on your converse. you liked his ironic "mom" tattoo and his fancy coffee obsession and his scrappy handwriting.

you didn't know, then, what kind of man he was. maybe he didn't either; he was young too. you say it into your earl-grey-gin-something. "he has... a playbook, i guess. the things he does... he does it with everyone."

she looks at you with wide, beautiful eyes. jesus christ, she's young. "we stood outside in the rain, just talking," she says. "i know that can't be fake. i have a ton of, like. examples here. he's a good guy. you should have seen him. i'm not, like, a complete idiot."

did you play defense attorney with him like this? did you bristle when others warned you about how quickly he leaves women?

you gnaw the thin black straw and stare at the other side of the building, where his band is setting up to play. you have no true rage against him, but it's not fun to watch him ruin other women. "did he get you a little stuffed animal yet?" yours had been a panda.

she stares at you and then nods, just once, stiffly.

you hold out your hand and start listing things, weighing them on your fingers. "did he tell you that he'd never seen someone like you, that you move like a dancer or something?" at her nod, you continue. "buys you ice cream and then drives up to the river to watch the stars? shows up at your place just because he missed your voice? takes you to the pet store to look at the fish?"

the bartender points at you. "don't forget he does that little dog game he does."

you close your eyes. you remember him in his stupid leather jacket, bouncing on his toes. he'd gotten the petstore clerk to allow him to handle a ferret. you had vibrated with joy, wrestling the noodle bodies from hand to hand. and then he'd said we're going to live together. we're going to get a big dog and a big lawn and -

"you get into a fake fight about what you'll name the dog," you monotone.

"chili," she says. she sets her jaw a little higher, and you catch a flash of muscle clenching. "we settled on chili. it's gonna be an irish setter."

the bartender snorts while she maneuvers deftly through making a batch of espresso martinis. "sounds about right. now i've got two rotties, but when that shit happened to me? we chose Portland. and we were gonna get a samoyed." she snorts again. "as if he could afford that grooming bill."

you had actually started that conversation in the pet store. you wanted a big, slobbery dog. a mutt, but a big mutt. something mastiff-like. something that you could walk alone at night with. your family has a tradition of "letting the dog name itself," where you'd write all the potential names on a piece of paper and then throw them. whatever the dog went to, it'd be the dog's name.

but he had said name it something girly since it's so big. he suggested Lavender or Pansy. at the time you'd thought it was funny and cut and sort of sweet. he wanted to pick up a dog from the ASPCA that weekend, he said. i'm gonna go get us Lavender. you hadn't learned yet that he would promise you a river but never even deliver a raindrop.

"it's like this every time, babe," the bartender says, not unkindly. "i'm sorry. i've seen too many like this, and you seem like a sweet kid."

the other woman bristles. "i'm not a kid. thanks for your advice. but." she stands up, slaps a ten down, stalks away.

the bartender looks at you and holds her hands up and shrugs. you shake your head and look down into the drink, stirring it idly.

"do you think he's written her the four lines yet?" the bartender asks, pushing a drink to someone.

you almost flinch, but don't. you'd been in the back shed, practicing together. he said he had a present for you - the beginnings of a new song. really just a couplet more than anything, barely more than 30 seconds. it should have made you feel glorious, feral, glowing.

but you had stood there, realizing you had books of songs about him, none of which he ever agreed to play. the song he'd written you had floated through the room and you felt strange and disconnected and insane all at once - it was such a vapid, stupid stanza he'd made. and then he said that terrible phrase - i love you babe.

and you had been suddenly both very out of your body and also very present, thinking: oh my god this guy is a buffoon and i'm wasting my time. the spiralbound notebook with pages of poems and lyrics and stories you'd written for him is now stashed in some rubbermaid. you'd wanted to burn it at first, but the effort had exhausted you.

the four lines of song are usually pretty banal - something about her eyes, something about her smile, something about how she's special. but they work. they always work, because people want to believe in the magical commodity of love - that it cannot be manufactured.

later in the night you watch that man get on stage and sing punk rock to a thinning crowd. he takes the time out of the setlist to try out a "new song" that goes out to his girl in the crowd, all of 30 seconds of music. he says he likes her eyes and her smile and she's special.

you think about stopping her physically. you think about showing her the group chat of exes in your phone. you think of how young she is - maybe 22? - and how you, at 22, would have told your current self fuck right off. you had believed it too, after all. people need to make their own choices. besides. maybe you're wrong. maybe this time it actually is that precious, starry, once-in-a-lifetime love.

you see her kiss him afterwards, her cheeks pink. it looks like a puppy being swallowed by a wolf. you have to check the floor to make sure no blood was spilled.

#warm up #this is what i dreamt last night lol

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caitlynsrighteye · 1 month ago

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Ex!Girlfriend Caitlyn Misses you

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: SMUT, wlw, g!p, nsfw, toxic!cait, fem!reader, lots of cum, masturbation, fleshlight, delusional sex, dis fic nasty (need that), your ex Cait milks herself thinking of you

wc: 2.5k

Masterlist Drabble

She's an idiot. A fucking idiot. She had you and fucked around. Unfaithful, disloyal. Now look at the so-called great Kiramman heiress, in bed, moon at its highest peak, jerking herself off with all the toys her money could buy.

Laid flat on her back, head propped with one of the multiple pillows that were now scattered all over. Comforter and blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, hanging off the mattress. Sweat dampened her forehead as if the air conditioning wasn't currently blasting throughout her elegant room that began to smell of deep musk.

Her piercing blue eyes stare at her groin, where her hand moves a toy up and down her throbbing erection.

A fleshlight is what she strokes her cock with. She had used her stroker, yet it couldn't fully engulf her length. A pocket pussy with an artificial silicone ass, too flimsy. But oh this was the one. The fleshlight was stiff in her hand, easy to grip, took her deep just like you have so many times before. The gummy insides feel almost as perfect as your wet cunt, like you were the mold model to make the toy, and if she really focused, it sounded like you too with the way it squelches and gulps with every stroke.

While she lays alone in her bed, her mind is lost in the imprinted images of you.

When she was still dating you.

You found out about the cheating. How she would say she's “working”, yet find her drunk on some random's story, making out with a girl at a house party which of course lead to sleeping together. So you left her.

The navy-haired girl is petty, proud, and has ego like she's above all else. So, when you ghosted her, ignored all of her calls and texts, it was like a stab to her gut, her pride.

“Fuck-” she groans angrily under her breath. How could you have left her so easily? Nobody gets to walk away from her, a Kiramman of all sorts.

Caitlyn breathes heavily through her nose, a few escaping groans of frustration leaving her lips every time her cock twitches in sensitivity. She shuts her eyes closed, focusing on the way your cunt felt around her.

“Oh~ fuck– I can’t,” your words come out mumbled, too fucked from how long you’ve been bouncing yourself on her stiff pipe. Your thighs burnt and cramped, soft hands pressed against her abdomen to stabilize yourself. She held onto your hip with one hand, barely assisting your movements, while her other held caressed your thigh, feeling the flexing muscle whenever you lifted yourself.

“Yes, you can, baby. Keep going,” this motivates you and you pick up the pace. Her hand leaves your thigh to join the other on your hips, helping you with your momentum and making sure to slam you down onto her, making you yell with moans.

She feels your body tremble, you’ll collapse any moment, but she isn’t finished. You stay squatted above her as she moves her hands from your hips to cupping under your thighs, where she then digs her heels into the bed and begins to thrust upwards. You straighten your back, your own hands coming up to your bouncing tits and pinching your nipples.

The faster she goes the closer she is too cumming, so you take your fingers and rub your clit while she ruts. Her thighs slapping against your ass. “Hmph! Fuuuck,” her mouth agape as she watches your pretty pussy take her entire length, strings of arousal sticking to her pelvis that's groomed with trimmed navy pubes.

Your insides throb when they’re abused like this. You feel her deep inside, thick tip kissing the spots that make you crumble. When her harsh thrusts come to a stop she keeps it all inside. Timing it just right when she feels your walls tighten. Your moans are prolonged when you feel her hot seed fill you. The knot deep within your tummy bursts, causing you to shake and squirt all over her.

Her fleshlight is full. White creamy release seeping out from the silicone hole. She lifts the toy off of her. When her tip pops out, waves of her sweet cum pour out of it and onto her lower stomach.

“Fuck yes baby, cum all over me,” she says. Eye rolling from the amount of heavy slick coating her hips. Her body jerks, twitching just slightly. A noticeable vulnerability she rarely, almost never showed to you. The power and dominance she had over you was something she kept dear, but now with you gone, she can't help but give herself to you, even if it’s just in her imagination.

She rests her head on her forearm, eyes closed as if she were sleeping. The twitch of her eyebrow and the wet gulping sound of her toy gave away the peaceful atmosphere she looked succumbed to.

Her sharp facial features would tense every now and then. Her ears listen to the saturated squelch of her fleshlight. Taking it slow and deep till her tip hits the back, as if it was you deep throating her length. Your soft lips wrapped around her and massaging her shaft.

She loved how easily you would fall to your knees when she grabbed your face, puffing out your lips when she squeezed your cheeks. Followed with the words, “Use that mouth correctly,” in a low-toned voice that made your bones go weak after you’ve said something that pissed her off.

Her toes curl when the artificial pussy takes her cock so well. She bottoms it out. The fake clit of the toy rubbing into her skin. She lifts it slowly, feeling every gummy curve of its insides till it’s only her aching tip. Thrusting the fleshlight on her tip, pulling it off and having the wet entrance circle around her hole that dripped with cum. Sliding it up and down the sides of her dick as if it were your lips, feeling and memorizing every vein that pumped plasma. She stroked herself once more with it, her free hand reaching down to her sack and pinching gently on the sensitive skin.

Your lips would suck and stretch the skin of her nuts while your hand jerked her boner. Your beautiful, glossy eyes keep contact with her sky-blue ones. Her lip in between her teeth as she watches you give some of the best head she’ll never admit she had ever received.

You slurp at her skin till it slips from your grasp, the stretch of her sack retracting back, earning a little hum from the heiress. Your fist at her base, you come back up and suck on her tip that has grown red in color, bobbing your warm mouth on it before popping off and giving it gentle kitten licks, feeling her cock twitch and slap on your tongue.

Her face winces, stomach flexing as she cums again. Her load coming out in strings, landing on her abdomen. Fuck, she misses your pretty face. The perfect canvas to paint. How you would take and swallow everything so willingly.

Sweat glistened on her skin as she inhaled deeply. She rolls herself over and gathers a couple of pillows, placing them on top of each other and sandwiching the fleshlight in between.

She sits on her knees, catching a few more breaths before thumbing the squishy entrance of the toy, still completely coated in semen. The white splattered of her release drips down her toned skin, facing the two pillows with one hand slowly jerking her member.

She places one hand on top of the pillows and guides her cock inside. Sighing with a breathy groan as it takes her girth.

“Hmm… Cait–” she sushes you. Giving your ass a slap while the other rides up your spine till it reaches your hair on the back of your head, grabbing it at the scalp and pushing your face down into the pillow, balls deep inside of you. Unmoving, cockwarming.

You shudder around her, earning a low chuckle from her lips.

“So beautiful when you're desperate for my cock, huh?” Her hips move back, pulling out just a little to give you little to no satisfaction and thrusting it all back in. Repeatedly doing so, so her tip pulses and teases against your cervix.

You're groaning into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. Arching your back for her even more. Feeling both of her hands grab onto your hips where she then pulls out further and thrusts with a clap to your skin against hers.

Thrusting again and again. The feeling of your insides squeezing her so perfectly.

Her head falls back, long navy hair waving behind her. “Holy fucking shit,” she groans, pausing between each word. “Love this pussy.”

Caitlyn picks up her pace, fighting back the exhaustion of hours of jacking off and cumming till her balls ached. She brings one leg up from her kneel to plant onto the bed, her thigh at your side. Helping her go deeper than before, sack slapping your clit with each stroke of her cock.

Her eyes dart down in between your bodies, cursing when she finds thick white strings of cum connecting you both together. It was wet, messy sounding, like slapping a body of water. A creamy ring foaming at her base.

You were so full of her release, it gushed out whenever she rammed her thick length inside, splurting all over her pelvis.

“Baby– ah! Feels so good,” you whine. You control your pussy like it's a profession. Making sure to keep it tight for Caitlyn's pleasure.

Maybe it's the reason she missed you. You were the best sex she's experienced.

Deep down you wished she noticed you more for youself than just a fuck toy. What did you expect anyways? You were just a body to have at any time. Whenever and wherever.

She's a gentlewoman. She would take you out. Spend her money on you. Be with you physically, yet the emotional attachment was absent, but you were just too naive you see it until her recent affair.

Her cock ached. Breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, dampening the blue side bangs that framed her face so nicely. She let go of your hips to scoop up your torso, making you prop yourself onto your hands. Taking a hand full of your tangled hair and bringing her lips close to your ear.

“Fuck yourself on it,” she lets go of your hair aggressively, pushing your head forward. A lengthy whine escapes your lips, head down, looking underneath your body as you ground back onto her. Rolling your hips for a while before thrusting backwards. The skin of your ass jiggled in waves when it came in contact with her body. A fucking sexy view for the Kiramman.

Every few moments your ass will receive a stinging slap. Handprint marks shown on your reddened skin. Your pussy swollen from the abuse of her cock ramming in and out of you repeatedly. Enduring a long night of paces from slow to fast, gentle to rough. Your insides felt like they were numbing from how stretched out you were.

Where your backwards thrusts began to slow, the tall heiress wasted no time in grabbing your hips again and thrusting with such speed, she struggled to breath. Your body jerks forward with each harsh stroke that pulls guttural moans from your throat with your stomach feeling so full of her rock hard girth shoves inside you repeatedly.

She rams her cock into you til she spills her release, filling your slutty hole to the brim. Cock on fire, but she's far from over.

You could hardly speak anymore. Hardly think. Even breathing became difficult. With each heavy-hipped force of her cock knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your mind was blurry and the only nerves that were working was your abused pussy.

She raspily moans into the crevice of your neck. Ear to ear, her body weight on top of you. Your legs completely spread that your knees were on the bed sheets, giving her full access to your soaked and cum-filled hole. Pussy bred with multiple loads and future generations wasted. Your lips, stomach, pussy and thighs were inked with white goo. Caitlyn Kiramman's cum dump.

Her legs at a bend as she sits in front of you. Tall frame covering and bear hugging your smaller body. Your tight pussy at her disposal. Her tits rubbing with yours with your fingernails digging in her back.

“Auh~ fuck fuck… gah!” Caitlyn's nuts squeeze when she feels you tighten. So many orgasms, your eyes were red and dripping with tears. Her face buried into the pillow on which your head rested. Her hands are holding and grabbing at your ass and under your thighs, keeping you in place as if her entire body wasn't already on you.

Close to one last bust, she kisses your sweat-damped neck softly while her hips continue their rough pounding.

“Fuck ah– come back to me, baby. Come back to me,” she begged. Her voice is harsh and breathy.

You wrap your arms around her neck. Same with your legs on her waist. You turn your head slowly to meet her ear with your lips, your soft skin skimming along it.

“I'm right here, Caitlyn.”

She gasps, body trembling, face pressing further into the pillow as the coil in her stomach springs and releases. Waves of curses leaving her lips as she pulses her thrusts, prolonging her orgasm.

She breathes heavily. A shaky exhale as she realizes the missing weight underneath her. The smell of her now musty sheets instead of something sweeter, more natural. Her back, free of scratch marks. Her hands no longer held onto soft flesh, but the grip of the toy.

The navy-haired girl sighs, rolling onto her back as her chest heaves. Wincing when she pulls the fake pussy off of her cock that falls to one side of her pelvis.

She reminisces about the long night she gave herself. The throbbing ache in her head.

The air hot and moist, her full body mirror fogged. The moon beaming through the dark of her room.

Blue-eyes stare up at her expensive patterned ceiling. Unfocused on anything as her thoughts wander.

The peace was interrupted by light. One not so bright, but enough to notice in the room.

Her phone.

She reaches for it, curious. Grabbing the phone that was settled near the edge of the mattress. Her eyes squinted from the blue light and to her surprise, a notification.

From you.

She quickly taps on it and unlocks her phone.

Your dm opened on her screen. Many unreplied chats from her trying to reach out to you for weeks.

She opens to find a picture. A picture of you laying on your bed, naked, nipples erect and fingers teasing your clit with a text saying, "i miss u,” how ironic.

With the phone in one hand, staring intently at the photo, her other takes her softening cock that flops in her grasp, pumping it gently to keep the blood flowing.

“Fuck.”

Even when you're no longer together she's still wrapped around your pretty little fingers.

Note: I'm back to writing, AGAIN! I've been working some crazy hrs lately and havent been able to write :,(

If you request! They are added to my masterlist for todo's!

I hope you enjoyed this fic! This is based from my smut drabble i posted which i got some insane feedback on, THANK YOU SM!!

Thanks for reading and have a good day♡♡♡

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shadykazama · 9 months ago

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Sun Wukong/The destined one (mostly relationship) headcanons!

The people have spoken and the people crave monkey business. So let's get down to it!

❤

Post journey Wukong is a wiser, stronger monkey, but don't let him fool you he's still a trickster at heart.

When you first meet, he has you refer to him as 'Great Sage'.

Earning the right to say his given name isn't so much a big moment as it is just him beginning to care for you. You slip up, whether it be because you were sick or injured or just not thinking, and he doesn't correct you. In fact he kind of likes it.

He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but if you watch closely you can see his tail twitch and his eyes lost in thought.

One character flaw you'll have to deal with, even when you're just friends, is Wukong thinks he knows what's best. He's old and wisened and POWERFUL; if he thinks he knows something will be best for you, he'll do it without so much as telling you.

Credit to Hanibalistic! Their one shot about Wukong and stealing an immortal peach for a mortal reader was perfect and exactly how I think he'd act! That impulsive, "I care about this person and will do what I think is best for them regardless of the consequences or their opinion" is very... him.

Hey, we all have our flaws. (Just don't tell him that.)

On the positive side, he wouldn't let a scratch befall you. At some point you'll stop instinctually defending yourself because of how safe you feel with him. Which is heavily ironic considering how often he himself will put you in dangerous situations just to pull a prank.

But besides your poor heart from getting scared so often, you have nothing to worry about. Wukong won't leave room for even one mistake to slip by him.

Expect him to never call you by your name, almost ever. He chronically tends to call people by titles or nicknames. From calling the tang monk, master, or how he'd call Bajie 'idiot' for most of the book- just expect something. He'd only refer to you by name if he were really serious.

Something I personally find really funny that isn't represented in many medias with him is that he's OLD. He's old as hell and he knows it. In the book he'll often refer to basically everyone as 'nephew' or 'little brother' which is oddly endearing and also really funny.

I feel as though most people don't utilize how heavy he is- even in movies and stuff. His staff is like thousands of pounds! You aren't moving him unless he wants you to. God forbid you end up cuddling. Even while resting I never think he'd put his full weight on you, but you'd definitely be stuck.

Will never refuse to help you, but will tease you endlessly for needing it. "Helpless little thing aren't you?"

His love language is gift giving and acts of service.

He's impulsive with words, but look at how he treats you and you'll see how he cares.

Considering his connections, expect to have the world at your fingertips. He'll never leave you wanting, you'll always be satisfied. There is no gift beyond his reach. Just be careful what you ask for, because he WILL get it one way or another.

He is a king, a leader- it's basically second nature to be serviced, and that's why it's so important how he acts toward you. For you, he stays vigilant, ready to catch you if you fall or feed you when you're hungry. For you, he'll carry you in his arms if you're tired. For you he'd put himself in servitude.

Monkeys also show affection to one another by grabbing at each other for attention, and grooming one another's hair.

I don't think he'd have any trouble getting your attention, he's very vocal! So he'd focus more on your hair. Don't be surprised if he randomly starts combing through with his fingers or just playing with it. It's calming for him, and another form of affection.

You've changed him for the better... And for the worse. He happier, more content and occupied (which is good for everyone). BUT, should you ever disappear or get stolen from him he would surely devastate heaven and earth to get you back. The last thing anyone needs is another, more wrathful, Wukong rampage.

Expect to get shown off at every convenience! You're his king/queen and he'll make sure everyone knows it.

You have the BIGGEST wedding. And I think the best part would've been the Chuangmen, which is a wedding game tradition, usually meant for the groom to prove his loyalty, devotion, and desire to marry the bride by completing tests made by her bridesmaids. There are a ton of really interesting Chinese wedding traditions that I would recommend reading about, but with the sheer power of Wukong, these challenges in particular could've been absolutely ridiculous!

Wukong isn't jealous, no that would be ridiculous, he has nothing to fear. That by no means doesn't mean that he doesn't get offended on your behalf. He's gotten upset at not being greeted properly, there's no way in HELL he doesn't get pissed if someone were to flirt with you. They're lucky if all he does is kill them.

Feel free to make fun of him for not being able to swim. He'll absolutely make you regret it, but do it anyway it'll be funny.

Am I the only one that thinks he'd be great with kids? 🤚

Like COME ON- the dude probably helps take care of the baby monkeys on his mountain. He tells them cool stories to get them riled up. Will lay down and let them play with his hair while you read or sing to him.

Give this man kids I dare you.

That's a topic for a different post 😌

Likes kissing you on the top of the head, will also lay his forehead against yours just to be close to you.

These two designs I really like for him! Y'all let me know in the comments which version is your favorite <3

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The destined one may look like Wukong, but they're certainly different in... most areas.

Being selectively mute makes things a good share more difficult to communicate with him than Wukong, but it has it's charms.

You'd just been... tagging along with him. He didn't mind, unlike the wolves and undead he'd been beating through, you proved no threat to him.

He figured you would just leave on your own- or die. But by some miracle even he didn't understand, you stuck by him through rain and dust storms alike. By the time you made it to the New West he felt obligated to keep you around.

For the first time since you started following him, you were actually in danger. And to both of your surprises, he dropped what he was doing to protect you.

Don't bother asking him why. Whether you do, or simply tell him thank you, he'll just wave you off. But you notice him walking closer to you than normal after that. No longer were you left to catch up with him while he sprinted off; he'd keep stride with you now, glancing at you every now and then.

He CAN talk, and he probably surprises you the first time he does. It's not even for something important. It's just one fateful night where you happen to decide to mess with his hair. You'd pull away after a moment and he'd rumble out a little, "Don't stop."

Now that you KNOW he can talk, it's even more annoying when he refuses to answer you.

He finds it amusing when you get frustrated with him about it. He can't help it. The whole time you're grumbling or ranting at him, he's just staring at you with his stoic face... thinking about how cute you are.

Feel free to give him a name. Not like he'll argue with whatever you pick-

But really, please call him something other than "the destined one". He'd never really needed a name before, but he'd treasure whatever you decide to call him.

He probably has a nickname for you too, he just only says it in his head...

Will click his tongue at you to get your attention. (Absolutely does the 'tsk tsk tsk' thing people do to call their cats)

Speaking of getting your attention- ^ remember how monkeys show affection by just kind of grabbing each other and squeezing and pressing their head against each other?

Yeeeeah. He's a touchy monkey. He won't ask for affection, so he kind of just does it himself. Will rub his head on you, not unlike how cats or rabbits do to mark things they like. Except he's just doing it to be affectionate.

Gets cuteness aggression and WILL just grab you.

If it wasn't obvious, his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

Doesn't need help putting armor on, but if you want to help he won't stop you. (The closeness makes his heart beat fast)

If you were ever both in a bad spot- being threatened and not in a place to put up a good fight, he'd cover your body with his and bare his fangs at whatever was trying to hurt you guys to intimidate it. (It probably wouldn't work- but it's an instinctual response.)

If your feet got cold in the snow in the New West he'd pick you up and let you rest on his back for awhile.

Likes when you rely on him like that, it makes him feel stronger. And besides it just "being his destiny", knowing you'll get hurt if he loses helps him focus during fights.

Terribly jealous individual.

The glare he would give someone is straight up deadly. Watch out for how his tail flicks around when he's irritated too 🤭.

Absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it could bring him out of a coma fr.

Doesn't mind being little or big spoon, he just likes cuddling. Wraps his tail around you when you do.

Always always makes sure you eat before he does, even though he's the one doing all the fighting.

Will let you win play fights (most of the time).

Hearing him laugh is the cutest thing ever I swear- It probably took you off guard the first time you manage it.

Doesn't know how to take compliments.

Probably short circuited the first time you complimented his appearance.

Very gentle, slow kisser. Likes having you in his lap, but will grab cheeky kisses every now and then too. Will tilt your chin up when you kiss, every time.

Art by @marcu-bug

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kitkatscabinet · 2 months ago

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MID DAY MADNESS

pairing: platonic batfam x batsis, kyle rayner x batsis! reader

summary: Turns out you are worth the burden of putting up with your family, you're so worth it he'll even put a ring on it.

word count: 2k

a/n: part 2 of early morning meetings but can be read standalone

Cassandra’s stare is heavy on your back as you pace, but you don’t dare to turn and meet her gaze head-on; you can’t handle the judgment or the pity.

What if you tripped? What if you ugly cried and it ruined all the photos? What if Bruce makes that constipated face during the vows again, like he did at Tim’s graduation? What if you forget your vows, or you stutter? What if you forgot how to breathe?

You grab the vanity for balance and take a deep breath, but it doesn’t help. Your lungs feel empty, the soft material of the dress you’d fallen in love with suddenly clinging to you like a vice. The exorbitantly expensive heels have long since been kicked off, even as Babs tries to coax them back on your feet as Steph finishes pinning your veil in place.

Your heart is pounding like a drumbeat in your chest, and every minute sound feels as loud as a gunshot. The mirror displays a goddess, radiant and elegant. But you don’t feel like her. Not right now.

“You're not panicking,” you whisper to yourself, trying to manifest some sort of mind over matter response. “You’re not panicking. You’ve fought assassins. You’ve faced alien invasions. You’ve dealt with Damian. You’ve—”

“Oh wow, she is really freaking out.” Steph murmurs to Cass, which you barely hear over your mad ramblings.

“This is insane,” you mutter to no one. “I can’t do this. This is insane. God, what if I throw up? That would be poetic. Gotham’s sweetheart and a Wayne at that, vomiting on the groom before saying I do. Great headline, excellent optics.”

Cassandra interrupts by taking your hands in hers, forcing your attention on her. “You're okay,” she signs "You're just in your head.”

“But what if—”

It’s Barbara’s turn to interrupt your spiral next. “Then you breathe. And you keep going.”

Her voice is far away. Distant. As if someone pressed cotton into your ears.

You love him. You love Kyle more than anything. He’s waiting for you. He’s probably grinning like an idiot, fixing his tie wrong, because he always does. Because he wants to look good for you. Because he loves you too.

The door bursts open without warning, ricocheting off the wall with a bang. You’re so keyed up on nerves that you let out a screech, nearly throwing your bouquet at Dick’s face.

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE!” Barbara shrieks from the corner, but it’s too late. Dick, Jason, and Tim fall into the room like a chaotic hurricane.

Jason has two champagne flutes in one hand, fending off Tim’s fussing with his other as the younger boy attempts to fix Jason’s tie. The two squabbling loudly, Tim looking as if he’s about to sit on Jason just to get his way. Dick is… well, he looks more liable to burst into tears than you do.

Dick’s crossing the room with a sniffle, looking like he wants to cup your face but knows better than to ruin your makeup. “You’re so beautiful.” He gasps, voice wobbling, “Kyle’s the luckiest man in the galaxy. He’s definitely gonna pass out when he sees you, little bat.”

Tim snorts. “I give him ten seconds. Tops.” But you’re too keyed up to find any humour in the situation.

“Damn. You look like you’re about to be sick,” Jason comments, handing you one of the champagne glasses before Dick punches him in the arm.

“I am going to be sick.” You collapse into the nearest chair.

“Relax,” Tim says. “It’s Kyle. He’d literally marry you in a dive bar if he could.”

“Yeah, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.” Jason pauses, “Or you could just take off, Bat plane’s fueled up.” The hope in his voice lets you know exactly how much he's not joking.

“You are so not helping,” you hiss, trying not to laugh, because it’s either that or burst into hysterical tears, and Steph will kill you if you smudge your makeup.

Damian steps in after them, a scowl marring his face, “sister, I attempted to stop them, but these imbeciles were intent on harassing you.”

You audibly coo then, nerves momentarily forgotten as you take in how adorable your baby brother is. “Oh, you look so handsome, Dami.” (You suspect it’s only the fact that it's your wedding day that stops him from kicking up a fuss when you lean down to place a kiss on his forehead.)

A guilty-looking Duke pokes his head in from behind the doorframe, and you motion for him to come in with a soft smile, pulling him into your side for a hug.

“You look really pretty.” He hugs you back before pulling away, studying your face with a look of concern. “Are you ok?” The question is quiet, a private conversation just for you, as the rest of your siblings squabble in the background. Affection swells in your being, momentarily overcoming your nerves.

“Just… nerves. Everyone will be staring; it’s just a lot. And what if I trip? Or say something stupid? Or I ugly cry so hard I throw up?” As the what-if scenarios spiral out of control again, so too does your anxiety.

“Hey, hey, hey, breathe,” Dick steps forward, taking your hands in his. “Deep breaths. C’mon, do it with me.” You glare at him, thoroughly unimpressed with the patronising tone. “Come on,” he urges again, over-enunciating like you’re five. “In through the nose… out through the mouth…”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fair,” he says. “But breathe anyway.” You do. Slowly. “You’re just nervous because, for once, it’s not a mission,” he says, gently now. “It’s not a rescue. It’s not a strategy. This is for you. You deserve this. Kyle loves you more than anything in the world.”

“I know, he’s the only thing I’m not nervous about.” You admit, “Everyone’s expecting something perfect. It’s like I’m supposed to be a fairytale princess and a Wayne but also myself—”

“You don’t have to be anything but you,” Damian scoffs. “That’s who Rayner fell in love with. That’s who we all love. You’ve already won. The rest is just a show.”

“When did you get so eloquent and wise?” You reach for Damian again, his unexpected words of support nearly being the thing that finally gets the waterworks going.

“Who are you and what have you done with the demon brat?” Tim eyes him warily, and you nearly smack him for it, but Cass beats you to it.

Bruce appears in the doorway, knocking to gather the attention of his rowdy children. The furrow in his brow eases the second he lays eyes on you. For a few moments, he just stares at you, drinking you in. Then, in a soft, reverent voice, he says, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Dad—” you croak, lower lip wobbling dangerously as he opens his arms. You cross the room before you even realise you’re moving, hugging him tight. He’s warm and solid, a steady, comforting presence that never fails to make you feel like a little girl again.

“Ready?” he asks as your siblings finally filter out of the room, and all you can manage is a nod.

“You’re going to be alright,” he murmurs, his voice rough in that emotionally constipated tone. “And Kyle is one lucky son of a bitch to get to do this with you.”

You laugh a little, then nod as you take his hand. His grip is steady and grounding, just like it was when you were little and scared of the dark. Just like it always is. “Thanks, Daddy.”

His expression softens. “Always.”

“I love you,” you whisper, curling your hand into the crook of his elbow and leaning against his bicep.

“I love you too, sweetheart, and I’m so, so proud of you.” You very kindly don’t point out the way his eyes mist up a little. Until he decides to tack on quietly "even if you picked a Lantern."

“You had to ruin it.” You glared, making the normally stoic man pout. Your adult father, pouting.

“Just making sure that you’re sure, darling. You deserve to be happy.”

“I am happy dad, Kyle makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“He better keep it that way, or they’ll never find his body,” Bruce mumbled petulantly, and you can't help but giggle, feeling more loved than you ever have despite the threat on Kyle's life.

The gardens of Wayne’s manor have always been extravagant, but Stephanie and Damian have transformed them into something out of a fairytale. White chairs line the self-constructed aisle, flower petals strewn about from an enthusiastic Dick littering the soft grass that you prepare to walk over.

“Would you all stand for the bride.” The officiant proclaims, the music swells, and heads turn to you and Bruce as your heart pounds in your ears.

Bruce stands with you on his arm, suited to perfection, expression unreadable but eyes glassy with emotion. However, Kyle pays little attention to his father-in-law because the second he lays eyes upon his bride, everything else disappears.

You’re smiling, looking at him like he hung the stars. But Kyle knows the truth. You hung the stars in his sky. You are the stars, you’re everything that’s brilliant and bright and beautiful in this galaxy and the next.

Hal leans over, whispering in his ear, sounding amused, “Don’t cry, man. You’ll ruin the whole ‘cool Lantern’ thing.” It’s far too late for that, the tears already sliding down his cheeks silently. Not that Kyle even hears him, his entire focus devoted to the love of his life walking toward him.

“Hi,” you mouthed, smiling giddily at Kyle as you watched him sniffle.

“Hi,” he whispers back, voice cracking a little as you take your place across from him, and you reach to grab his slightly trembling hands in yours.

“You look so handsome.” You can’t take your eyes off him, and neither does he seem very inclined to look away from you. It’s like he doesn’t even want to blink for fear of missing even a second. The officiant starts to speak, welcoming the guests, but you hardly pay him any attention. How could you when Kyle was staring at you like that?

You’d both decided to save your personal vows for each other in private, not wanting your personal feelings and lives plastered all over some tabloid. You both repeat the vows after the officiant quickly, still never looking away from each other.

“You may now kiss —” The officiant doesn’t even finish the sentence before Kyle is surging forward, one hand cupping your jaw and the other wrapping around your waist as he kisses you deeply. Hal and Guy let out jeering whoops, and only the presence of Gotham’s high society and paparazzi prevents you from flipping them off.

Kyle can practically feel the daggers Jason’s glaring at him from his place behind you, but for once, he doesn’t care. You’re his wife now and he’s going to kiss you goddamnit.

“Ok, that’s enough,” Jason grumbled beneath his breath.

You sigh against Kyle’s mouth, pulling back a little, just enough to rest your forehead against his before Jason has a meltdown. He’s staring at you desperately, like he’s trying to sear this moment into memory.

Behind you, Dick lets out a loud sniff, pretending not to wipe at his eyes while Steph not-so-subtly fans her face. Damian mutters something about “unnecessary public displays of affection”, but even he can’t entirely suppress the soft smile tugging at the edge of his mouth when you turn to look at him with the happiest smile of your life.

Jason, meanwhile, is still scowling. “Seriously, Kyle, if you don’t stop touching my sister, I will ruin your honeymoon.”

Kyle doesn’t even glance at him. “Worth it.” Because you were worth it, you were worth everything, even putting up with your batshit insane family.

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