#no shade to go rush btw

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Okay so we can have the female main character become the villain in latest Yu-Gi-Oh, but we apparently can't have a female protagonist yet in Yu-Gi-Oh as a whole?

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

Happy Kagepro Day!!!

[tomwaterbabies]

LIVE REACTION (i was making a new dnd character when i witnessed this)

Hugo's love language is being fucking annoying, it works on Varian, somehow.

These are sketches inspired by Hugo and Varian's Cosplays made by @kristoffs-lullaby and @tomwaterbabies!

[xxyuta]

sub nct

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warnings: masterbation, edging, mention of blood, overstimulation, p in v, mutual masterbation, squirting, small mention of choking, spit play, a cherry lollipop…, swearing, praising, mommy kink, somnophilia, nipple play, yelling/arguing, slapping, thigh kink, dry humping

authors note: back from my grave to post & once again, something for all! (btw this took forever because im a procrastinator ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼) ty for reading!!! 💗

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JOHNNY is laying down on the couch while you clean up the kitchen for the night. what you do notice is what you're wearing; something rather short and tight as pijamas. what you don't seem to notice is the way johnny sneaks glances whenever you bend down as he strokes his hard cock underneath his sweatpants. when you finally make your way over, he quickly takes his hand out from his pants in hopes you didn’t notice his action, but oh you do. you decide to mess with him a little. you take a seat in his lap before stretching your neck and back showing off your cute little outfit that he so dearly wants off of you. you can feel the way his cock twitches as you do so and his face burns up, turning a light shade of red as you coo to him, “my johnny wants something hm?”. before he could say anything you grind your hips earning a loud groan from him. “wait-”, he says as you continue rolling your hips against his hard. you giggle at him, he looks cute the way hes trying to make you stop to let him breath for a second. “what is it? want me to stop?”, you tilt your head. “want it off- off please!”, he begs as his fingers attempt to pull off your shorts. you smile at him before getting off to do so as he does the same. “better?”, you say, caressing his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense up at the sensation of his cock grinding against your bare cunt. “yes.. fuck- yes feels so good!!”. its seconds before he starts groaning loudly, jolting and squirming at the way you pick up your pace going hard and faster. “please…”, he whines, gripping at your tits and thighs. “please what?”, you ask, your hands on top his. “please, need to cum. please let me, please”, he begs. you prop yourself on his abs before going even faster and harder, sweat beading off one another's bodies as you both cum. you slow down your pace as he lets out soft exhales, bodies coming together in an embrace. “was gonna give you more than that…”, you start. he's definitely going to get exhausted tonight.

TAEYONG and you are chopping up fruit to eat on a sweet summer day, sun beaming into the kitchen gleamingly. the energy is comforting, until the knife taeyong was using slips off the table and onto your lap, the sharp edge grazing your mid thigh, cutting through deep enough for blood to course out. “fuck! i’m sorry, i'm so sorry”, he pleads as he rushes to get a damp towel. you sit there, taking in the slightly piercing feeling, to be honest it doesn't hurt much but you let taeyong treat you. “im sorry my love, the knife it- it fell then it just- fuck im so sorry.” he says as you notice his now glossy eyes. you smile as he's on his knees, gently wiping up the blood. “it's okay taeyongie, im fine, don't worry” you give him a peck on the lips, hands playing with his hair subtly. “i just- fuck” he sighs. you sense the way he's feeling, guilty. the atmosphere turns intimate, your hand continuing to play with his hair as his head rests on top of your thighs. his eyes are glossy and his lips a little red. he slowly caresses your legs now, as you tug his hair a little earning a moan from him. his lips meet your fresh cut, kissing it to soothe his guilt. but he for some reason can't stop. his lips keep kissing your legs and when he looks up at you, gosh does he look so adorable. you can't help but move a finger to his bottom lip, then between his lips then in his mouth. he sucks on it, slowly, eyelids struggling to stay open as he relaxes. you tug at his hair once more, he moans with your finger on his tongue as you make eye contact and pat the counter in front of you. you pull his pants down a bit as he sits on the counter in front of you, as you begin sucking him off. it happens quick, everything right now feels so intimate, relaxing, though, you just got sliced with a knife. he throws his head back, letting every sound escape from him as you take him all down in your throat. he groans loudly in response, hand moving to grip your head. “i'm sorry” he lets out softly. you replace your mouth with your hand, smiling up at him before leaning in to kiss him. it's like you can feel all of him, the way he's calm and composed, yet still feeling a little guilty, and you feel like he thinks he should be doing something to you instead. “i'm sorry, okay?”, he says again, this time quieter. pulling him closer to you in a hug, your hand moves faster on his cock as he whines a bit. you move close to his ear now, “cum”, and he does exactly that.

YUTA and you sit in the living room, playing on your switch and feeling all giggly. it isn’t long before you win the game and he comes attacking you, “not fair!”, he says as he tickles your sides. he showers you with kisses saying, “your just good at everything hm?” and you imply that he’s talking about other stuff. “why? wanna see what i can do?”, you say teasingly, but he’s definitely serious when he blankly says, “yeah”. you pause for a moment before you both quickly remove your clothing. you straddle him on the couch as you leave marks on his neck. you bring a hand to jerk him, resulting in loud desperate moans leaving his throat. you’re just too good, the way his adrenaline races as you act fast, and they way he feels your skin on his, it’s all so much for him, so he cums quickly, but you don’t plan on stopping now. you sit on his still hard cock, bouncing so effortlessly as he kisses your chest talking bout, “feels like heaven, so perfect, m’ perfect for you right?” and he’s looking at you with big glossy eyes. you grab his hair, tilting his head up as you let spit fall into his mouth. “your mine”, you whisper in his ear and that’s all he needs to hear before he cums. you pull off of him, letting the fluid run down both of you, he moans at the sight. “more”, he says. “u sure?”, you reply because you honestly thought this was a one and done thing. you shrug, pushing him on his back, as you turn around, fucking yourself onto him as he kneeds your ass. the sounds make you heat up more, the sounds of skin slapping and his shameless moans and groans. it’s not long before he cums again, but it’s certainly not the last time tonight.

KUN is nestled into you, the sunlight shining through the light curtains. he’s rambling about his plans for today while aimlessly tracing circles on your stomach. “so will you come?”, you snap back into reality. “come?”, you perch up. he laughs, “will you come to the store with me, silly”. you smile, “of course my love”. you cradle his face, taking in the way he’s naturally glowing and the way his toned body lays next to yours. it’s like he senses what you want, so he crawls between your legs, kissing up your legs, holding one over his shoulder. you let him do what he wants, eating the hell outta you. and when he does he’s rutting himself against the mattress, moaning into your pussy, not ever thinking to stop anytime soon. you feel overstimulated and tug his hair telling him, “no more, please…”, but he just can’t get enough of you. “so- so good though…”, he whines. you tug his hair harder now, maneuvering him to lay down beneath your. “why don’t you ever listen?”, you tut at him. you bring his arms beside his head as you grind roughly on his hard bulge. “fuck!”, he cries out, but you don’t care. you continue until he’s shaking uncontrollably. but right before he reaches his orgasm, you sit up off of him. he whines loudly, “shit- please no”. you just giggle, not feeling any pity for his bad behavior from before. you grind on him once again, but stopping when you sense his high coming, leaving him laying there edged and pathetic. “m’ sorry, just let me cum please!”, he pleads, but as you say, “i guess”, you just edge him over and over again.

DOYOUNG walks into your shared room, idling near the door looking at you then the floor. "whats wrong?" you ask. he says nothing as he presses his lips together, continuing to look at the floor as he sits on the bed next to you. he finally looks into your eyes. he cant quite talk right now. hes too embarrased. no, hes ashamed. "i-" he stutters out. "you what?", you say running out of patience. "i want you to play with me." he finally admits. you smile. "okay my doyoungie", you say softly. your fingers swipe against his damp lips, eyes fixated on the way he wants to open his mouth. you hum as he does so, allowing your finger to enter. he sucks around your finger, tongue swiping against it as he breathes heavily. he whines. you release you finger, holding him by the jaw as you tell him, "you wont make a peep, and if you do...you lose!", you say with a soft smile. he nods. hes laying on the bed as you straddle him, his briefs being the only thing keeping him apart from your bare cunt. hes trying so hard not to let a moan escape. he feels that he needs to, but hes a good boy, he would never. suddenly, you pull down his briefs, sinking quickly onto his erection. he groans, eyes darting to yours in hopes you didnt notice. buy you very well did. you bring a hand up, smacking him across the cheek enough for it to sting a bit. he whimpers. again, you smack other cheek now. his eyes turn glossy, a tear running down his cheek as you bounce so perfectly on his cock. his hands grip onto your waist tightly, keeping eye contact with you as you throw your head back, letting a loud moan out almost as if your taunting him. he bites hard on his lip, hands now gripping your ass. you take his hands and hold them to the sides of his head. you stare down at him and his wet cheeks and puffy eyes and flushed out face. he closes his eyes, he feels pathetic, but he loves it. "cum." you tell him. he lets out a quiet low groan as he does so. his body shakes against yours as he pants as he throws his head back against the pillows. you lay beside him, hugging him as he sniffles and wipes his cheeks.

TEN walks into the living room to see you cleaning. he sits on the couch watching you vacuum. when you finish, you notice the way he’s still watching you whilst laying on his back. you walk over, “what’s wrong?” you say caressing his cheek. he leans into it talking bout you’ve been ignoring him and leaving him alone and shit. “well i didn’t mean to, let me make it up to you hm?”, “well okay”, he smiles. “get on your knees okay?” and he does so quickly knowing what’s coming next. now what he likes is your thighs, your precious sweet and soft thighs that feel just too good around him. he kneels on the sofa as you stand in front of him. he slowly begins humping, cock squished between your soft thighs. he grips your waist tightly, hard enough to leave marks, as you squeeze your thighs closer together. caught by surprise he moans into your side and bites the flesh, squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden feeling. you giggle at his pathetic actions and he whines in response. you let him at it for a couple minutes until he begins unevening his pace, going slower, signaling that he’s close. you reach behind you to intertwine your fingers in his hair. “aww my tennie, i’m sorry i left you alone”, you apologize. “n-no, ‘s okay” he pleads as he grips tighter onto your body. he finally releases his load, smearing it on your thighs as you turn around to face him. “where’s my thank you?”, you say cocking your head. he looks up to you, going in to kiss your thighs, lips slightly covered in his own cum. “thank you, i love you, i do”, he says in between kisses.

JAEHYUN is listening to you ramble about your day, complaining and whining about things that ticked you off. he’s leaning against the headboard, soothing your back, grinning, as he finds you just too cute. “what? why aren’t you saying anything?”. you ask him. you give him a light slap at his arm as he just says nothing and continues giggling. “just-“, he looks at you up and down, “keep talking”. you know that look, so you keep talking, but you slowly come to straddle him. you watch as his face goes from a soft smirk to a face way serious. “and at the store, gosh-“, you suddenly grind down on his lap, “the salesperson was just so uptight!”. he couldn’t believe that you were grinding down on him like this as you speak so casually. “don’t you just hate those type of people my jaehyunnie!”, you say frustrated as he can do nothing but hang his jaw open. you strike his cheek, “answer!”. “y-yes, i hate them”, he finally speaks. as you continue, you take off your panties and slide down his boxers. “why can’t people just love their jobs??”, you pull his hair a bit as you sink down on his cock. he moans loudly, hands coming to grip your hips as his dick twitches uncontrollably under you. you begin riding him as he stares, jaw still hung open. “jaehyunnie, you’re a good boy, you’re my good boy hm?”, you whine as you cup his face. “mm- fuck, yes, yes i am”, he says with the cutest puppy eyes, becoming glossy as a tear rolls down his cheek. “am what?”, expecting a different answer. “yes mommy, shit- i’m you’re good boy”. you fuck him faster as a reward. as he moans louder you know he’s close so you tilt his head up with one hand and with the other you wipe his tears. “why’re you crying hm? i’m the one having a bad day!”, you bring a hand around his neck as you lightly press bringing him to his climax as he cums inside of you. you sit up, letting everything drip out of you, “now clean this up!”, you demand.

WINWIN is bothering you as he does every night, however this time is different because you can tell he’s in the mood. your sitting beside him in bed, feeling him up and down as he pouts at you. you smile at him, no words needed to tell you how much he wants you right now, not to fuck you, but for you to just tease and play with him. he doesn’t say anything as he pulls his sweatpants down, and he doesn’t say anything as he softly strokes himself as you watch him. “fuck…” he sighs. you don’t really know how he’s such in heat, but you assume because you simply are watching him. he bites his lip, his finger playing with his sticky tip as he pulls it away, letting the strand stretch out and onto his stomach. you press your thighs at the sight of him, you don’t even need to touch him, but you begin touching yourself. hand coming between your thighs and rubbing over your wet, clothed, cunt. he notices and it makes him even more feral now, hand teasing his tip more so that it turns a blushed red. he moans quietly at first, eyes shutting every once in a while to avoid cuming too quick. he whines and squirms as he edges himself ever so slyly, but of course you notice so you do the same. you both edge yourselves to the sight and sound of each other masturbating. moments pass until your desperate to cum, so you tap his arm softly, back arching as he’s quick to move you on top of him so your sitting above his face. you recognize his desire as you let yourself cum, muscles tightening as your cum drips down and into his mouth. he makes direct eye contact as he sticks his tongue out, lapping at your pussy and tasting every last drop of you.

JUNGWOO walks into the room when you tell him you have a surprise for him for being so hardworking during the new comeback. grabbing his hand you lead him in front of the long mirror on the floor. he doesnt realize what your intentions are until youre sitting behind him against the bedframe spreading open his legs. his smile drops as he realizes what the surprise is. you dont hesitate to begin palming him through his sweatpants as his body tenses less and less. “relax mkay?”, you softly tell him. he nods as he makes himself comfortable between your legs, head laying on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your legs. he lets out soft moans that you cant get enough of, voice all gentle and mellow that he begins closing his eyes from pure bliss. “lets take this off ok?”, you nod at him referring to his sweatpants. he looks like hes about to fall asleep as you now stroke his now hardened dick, admiring the way he reacts through the mirror. your free hand reaches to his hair, massaging his scalp as he lets out a moan. It seems as he cant pick between keeping his eyes open or closed as you slightly add more of a grip on his dick. “you did so good today jungwoo…”, you tell him. this seems to make him close his eyes again, taking in the way you praise him. “but my baby is probably so tired hm?”, he nods as he cant keep still anymore, readjusting himself every second now in your embrace. “let go whenever you want mk? i'm here to take care of u my jungwooie~”, you whisper. he bites his lip as his hips twitch a bit before cumming. you help him ride out his high, continuing to gently stroke his dick as he nestles his head in your neck. “look at my pretty babys mess”, you tease, but he doesnt move his head away from your body, slightly embarrassed by his actions. “aw whats wrong?”, you coo. he pulls a way for a bit before staring at you then the mirror. you look into it, noticing how his shirt had ridden up and his torso down was completely bare, covered in his own juices. “jungwooie~ youve been a good boy, dont be embarrassed for getting a reward..” you soothed him. “m just-...never done this before thats all”, he admits. you giggle at his confession, earning a lazy smile back from him. he lets his eyes drift closed into a sweet slumber in your embrace, internally thanking the universe he has someone like you. 

MARK came back from a long busy day, and he really needed your help perhaps with one thing. “so, i wanted to ask you something…”, he begins as you cock your head. “sure markie”, you smile moving a strand of his hair. he smiles at the nickname, “i wanna, want you to- to just”, he stutters. you laugh, “don’t worry, i got you”, you say biting your lip as you push him down on the seat in your shared living room. you insert your legs between his, opening them wider as you tilt his head up slightly, caressing his bottom lip. “so cute”, you say quietly. he shifts at your compliment, leg bouncing but stopping when you insert two fingers in his mouth. he sucks on them sweetly, tongue swirling around them. you remove them before you lean down to kiss him with both passion and lust. you move your knee to nudge at his bulge, he moans into your mouth, “fuck”. you pull away, helping him take off his clothes as you kneel in between his legs. you suck on his tip first, letting it fall into your mouth as you lick it softly. he falls apart, his composure is all lost as he bucks his hips up, desperate for you to make him cum. “my markie, so tired and beat down, don’t worry, i’ll take care of you”, you say as you maneuver your hands ever so perfectly around his cock. he whines and moans as his back begins to arch, hips thrusting into your touch. you move your hands to his balls, massaging them as you suddenly deep throat him, making you gag and him groan. he grips the seats arms tightly as his body twitches and shivers, could you be even more better? you bob your head up and down as his hips match your pace rapidly. he feels himself coming to his high, and he feels so high that it feels celestial. you notice the way his legs twitch and you pull off, hand coming to finish him. he cums into your hand, but the way you’re not stopping makes him arch his back and squirt, fluid spraying over his body and you. your jaw is hung as you admire the sight in front of you, skin glistening in sweat and juices, his flushed cheeks, and glossy eyes fighting to stay open. “can you do that again?”.

XIAOJUN and you sit in the kitchen. you suck on your cherry lollipop as you admire your boyfriend’s side profile, “yknow you really are blessed”, you tell him. he blushes at the compliment, your finger coming to trace his facial structure. you pull out your lollipop as you turn his face to face you. he looks at you innocently as you bring your lollipop to his bottom lip, coating it in the cherry flavor. “do you like it?”, you ask. he licks his lip and nods. you bring it to his lip again, coating it again then inserting it into his mouth. he sucks in it briefly before you pull it out, tasting it as you suck on it teasingly. he breathes heavily now, and you turn his chair to face you. you bring a foot to his lap, rubbing over his bulge as he lets out the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard. xiaojun feels himself relaxing all his muscles as he lets himself fall forward onto your shoulder. “mm…fuck-“, he moans into your neck. you turn and capture his lips onto yours, kissing him as he moans into your mouth, the cherry flavor still lingering. “so stirred for my foot.” you say and he can’t help but whimper louder now. he unzips his jeans, your foot now rubbing atop his briefs. he bucks and twitches his hips up every so often. “fuck- so hot”, he says as he makes eye contact with you. you smile and kiss his forehead as you help him out his pants and briefs. he sits back down as you bring your lollipop to swirl around his cock, leaking with precum. the action makes him moan at the sight and you smile at his reaction. but he swears he’s about to cum when you bring the lollipop to your lips, teasing it a little before inserting it into your mouth, tasting the mixed flavors of cherry and his cum. “wanna taste?”, you say pouting before coming in to kiss him, swirling your tongue in his mouth to make him taste it. he whines and shakes a little and that’s when you notice he’s came untouched. he looks at you slightly embarrassed while you’re pressing your thighs together.

HENDERY walks in from the bedroom to the sofa where you’re watching a film. he doesn’t say anything but sits next to you and grabs your knee. he leans his head on your shoulder as you sit in silence. you know what he wants and what mood he’s in, so you play into it for him. you bring your hand to comb his hair with your fingers as the other sits in his lap, dangerously close to where he wants your touch most. feeling bold you say, “what? want to fuck me?” and he pops his head up quickly to meet your eyes. your serious and he’s even more serious when he says, “yes please”. you straddle his hips, shifting a little to take each others pants off. you bite your lip as you sink onto him, bottoming out as you let your head fall back. “yes- so good mommy, want you so bad”, he gives in. he lets out moans uncontrollably as you quicken your pace, making him feel overstimulated despite even cumming yet. you ride his length for a moment before he can feel himself coming to a climax. “already gonna cum?”, you tease at him. you slap his cheek lightly, “pathetic”. that’s when he thrusts his hips up before letting his body shiver and shake, releasing his cum into you. “again?”, you say and before he can even answer you sit back on his cock, fucking him as he yelps. “shit!”, he says with heavy breaths. you see the way his body starts glistening in a sheer coat of sweat. you lick the side of his face teasingly, “you wanted this so bad and im giving it to you, do you not want it no more?”. he can’t even speak, the overstimulating feeling of his cock inside you too soon makes him orgasm again. you can’t believe him, it’s like it takes less time for him to orgasm each time, so you test your theory out some more.

RENJUN has been wanting to make a move on you for a while now, but hes just too timid to do so. luckily, you notice the way hes staring at you while youre reading your book. he claims hes bored and insists on taking a nap, but whenever you look at him, hes staring at you. you discard the book youre reading to lay with him. facing him, you notice his glossy eyes and the way his mouth slightly parts as if he wanted to say something. instead, you close the space between you with a lustful kiss, hands roaming around until you could pull his shirt off. “renjunie..” you whisper, smiling a little as you now straddle him, feeling the way he's so hard beneath you. “please~”, he whines. you lift off a bit to push your shorts and panties off meanwhile he pulls his sweats down enough to release his twitching cock. “mmm~ my renjunie is so cute hm?” you tease at him, lightly touching his red-tipped cock. he feels like hes going crazy, squirming under your touch wanting you do to quite literally anything to him. you begin sinking down on his cock as he springs his head off the mattress to let out a loud groan. moving now at a swift pace, renjun finds himself in a sweat, endlessly panting and whining from your fastening pace. you bring a hand to his cheek, stroking his bottom lip and slipping your thumb in his mouth while he lets out a honeyed moan. “my junie being so cute”, you sweetly smile at him as you feel his cock twitch inside your plush walls. you clench in response, he panics though as he releases inside you a little too early. “shit- m’ sorry!! im sorry im sorry..”, voice filled with fear as he sits up quickly. you laugh at his cute actions, not stopping despite him finishing. you looks up at you concerned, “wait- wait fuck, feels too mph…”, he grunts. all he hopes is for you to stop, but its your mission not to, you wanna see your good boy fall apart underneath you right? you notice the way he looks right now, eyes shut as tears run down his soft cheeks, hair stuck on his forehead from sweat and eyebrows furrowed together. and gosh he cant stop whining and crying. “please!!!” he cries, rutting his hips up into you, hands gripping at your tits under your tank top. it sounds like he wants you to stop, but his actions say otherwise…

JENO is sleeping beside you, at peace as the morning sunlight glows against his skin. you woke up first, stretching your arms out as you admire his gleaming skin, focusing on the side profile of his nose bringing a finger to caress its shape. he's fast asleep when you get a sudden urge to toy with him. you sit up on the bed, legs sprawling on either side of you. you bring a hand to slowly lift the covers up and off him. noticing the way his bare chest heaves up and down, you trace his abs, slowly bringing your hand further down his torso. you reach his bulge, already hard as it is the morning as you swiftly pull his boxers just enough to release it. slowly beginning to pump his cock, you pay close attention as to whether he will wake up or not. his face contorts a bit before his heavy lids open, "fuck-" he sighs. his back arches a bit as his hand finds its way to your thighs. he lets out a moan with every exhale, breathing heavily as you move your hand faster against his shaft, making sure to touch the tip every now and then. his back arches more as he grunts out, "gonna cum- fuck honey". he lets out long stripes of cum over himself before you instantly straddle him. your panties are still on as you grind against his still hard cock. "shit baby wait...", but you don't stop. "want my baby to feel good okay?", you tell him as you slip your shirt off. "please..." he pleads, you notice the way his eyes are big and full of lust. his mouth hangs a little open tempting you to shove two fingers in it. he swirls his tongue around your fingers as you continue grinding on him, gradually quickening your pace. he lets out a long and loud moan, sending shivers through your body, helping you reach your climax. his hands grab the sheets beneath him as he once more arches his back beginning to hit his climax. you help him, hands coming under and arching his back even more up. "so good my baby, so pretty for me", you praise him as he lets out his load all over your panties.

HAECHAN wakes up just before you do, turning over and watching you wake up and stretch. he’s in awe of you, the way you’re naturally glowing in the morning despite you thinking you look a mess. he’s wants to show you just how much he loves you, so he swiftly moves down between your legs, kissing in between your thighs just before he moves to lick you over your panties. “haechannie, feels so good” you moan. but knowing you feel good makes him feel good too, so he starts grinding his hips against the mattress beneath him. you notice and let out a soft giggle, you push his head away, his mouth is glistening and hanging open and his eyes barely manage to stay open. he whines a little and you bring him to kneel in front of your mouth. sticking his tip into your mouth, he shivers and he suddenly feels limp. he grips tightly onto the headboard as he receives the best head of his life. but your not done playing with him, getting on all fours you signal him to start fucking you. but he’s so out of it that he just leaves his cock in you saying, “no no, can’t do it, i’ll just leave it here”. you laugh at him and instead move your hips back and forth. he’s moaning so loud that you turn back concerned, but he appears to be in heaven so you go faster on him. feeling his twitching cock, you pull away and see his reaction. “f-fuck”, he whines before falling against the bed. you sit next to him and bring your finger to his severely red tip, you touch it and observe how he arches his back. your eyes widen and he can’t do nothing but lay there and moan. “again, p-please, wanna cum” he pleads. you can’t believe it, so to test how needy he really is, you let a strand of spit drop down to his tip and he flinches at the feeling as he arches again and cums. you laugh at him, and he finally opens his eyes and notices. he’s flushed out from the bare minimum and your laughing. so he cums again. taking you by surprise, you stop laughing, and can’t do nothing but hang your mouth open as he hides his face in embarrassment.

JAEMIN and you lay in bed while scrolling on your phones. getting bored, he drops his phone beside him to look over to you. you notice and look back, but still scroll on your phone but letting a hand come over to play with his. a minute passes and you move your hand to his bicep, he takes it as a hint before saying, “oh so you wanna play with me hmm”, but you don’t respond. he sits up now facing you, “what? not talking?”, and you just move your phone to make eye contact before continuing on your phone. he huffs, “pleasee”, he shakes your arm. leaning over your body, he looks at your phone, but sees nothing interesting but you bring your hand back to his bicep, squeezing and massaging at it. “m just tired”, you finally say. he whines but you don’t react. so, he brings his hips against you, moving your legs onto his shoulders. he slowly begins to move against you, humping you while you’re both fully clothed. he watches your face through the mirror besides the bed. nothing. he goes harder now, moving at a faster pace. “cmon” he says as he feels himself getting hot. eventually he’s full on going at it, using you to bring himself to an orgasm. he grips your thighs as he fucks into you with just underwear between each other. you can’t lie, it feels so good, but you wanna annoy him so bad, but by the looks of it, he seems pretty annoyed so you decide to throw your phone on the bed, bringing yourself to your elbows watching the way he grinds against you. “finally”, he whines. he moans and let’s his head drop, you comb through his hair as you move your panties to the side. noticing, he doesn’t think twice to pull down his briefs, finally feeling you against his cock. “so…wet…”, he pants watching the way his cock glides against you.

YANGYANG and you were in the bathroom. you at the mirror and him in the bathtub. you seemed to be talking aimlessly, ranting to him about things that pissed you off lately. he sat in his bubbles in his own world before getting snapped back into reality. “hello? can you help me?”, you said as your back faced him, signaling him to take your bra off. as he did so, you felt the warm water from his fingers. sighing, you turned around, dropping your panties to the floor and getting in with him. his eyes widened a bit, but enjoyed the sudden action. “yang yknow…i’m sorry if i’ve been ignoring how your feeling, how are you feeling?”, you ask as you brush his hair out his face. “mm, good”, he says shyly. you giggle in adoration, “yeah? you don’t sound too sure”, you question before bringing your hand to his thigh, stroking it beneath the warm water. you inch forward, now coming in to kiss his jaw. “well- you sure are helping…”, he mumbles. you continue kissing his face and body before returning attention to your hand which now strokes his hard cock. “fuck- feels good”, he moans. it’s a lot for him, the warm water, your kisses, and the way you pleasure him. “mm- gonna”, he lets out quicker than you thought. “want u to cum for me”, you whisper and he does so while he whines softly. all of a sudden he’s sitting on the bath ledge, body glistening from the steamy air and warm water with your mouth wrapped around him, edging him. “please- just…”, “just what?”, “let me cum please!” he pleads. you suck harshly around him, mouth releasing him before he gets the chance to orgasm. he can definitely say he’s feeling good fr now.

CHENLE and you are cuddled close watching a movie late at night. you feel your eyes slowly closing before you feel chenle nudge you. he moves closer to you before letting out a whine, pointing to your chest. you look at him confused, but he just does what he wants and kisses your cleavage. you understand now, pulling down your cami and allowing him to suck and kiss your tits. he hums in satisfaction before rocking his hips against your thigh. you notice the way he’s twitching as if he was feining for this all day long. you bring a hand to his buldge, massaging it before slightly pulling his sweatpants down until his leaking cock is released. you tease him slowly and painfully, and you know he likes it by the way his hips shake every so often. he lets out pretty moans, pausing from sucking your tits to contain himself. he comes up to kiss you, but can’t even continue because he’s moaning so much. he rests his head on your shoulder as you start pumping his cock, cum leaking out all over your hands. “take your shirt off”, you say, he nods and does so as you straddle his thigh. continuing to pump his length, you bring your other hand to tease his nipples, causing his body to shiver. he feels hot but cold, even a little embarrassed as you tease his cock. eventually, when his tears cover his cheeks and his hair sticks to his forehead, you finally allow him to cum. “been so good for me, can you cum for me maybe?”, you say with slight sarcasm. he rapidly nods, chest heaving heavily as his hips lift off the bed. he lets out a loud train of moans as he releases his long awaited stream all over the both of you. you pat his cheek and laugh. you looks at you with innocence as he brings your body to his, kissing you with fervor.

JISUNG enters your shared room, walking slowly towards the edge of the bed beside you. "can i help you?", you say sitting up. "no-no but i-", he scans your body, wanting nothing more than to fuck you right now. the room is dimly lit with just two candles. he drops to his knees giving you the signal that he wants you. you swing your legs over his head so hes positioned between your thighs. you mess with his hair a little before leaning in to kiss him. the kiss is slow as you both lean into eachother a little more every turn your heads make. you bring a hand to the back of his head, lightly pulling onto his hair as he moans. you pull away and lay back down, head laying on the pillows. you bring a hand to his, leading him onto the bed with you as he kneels between your legs. your hand comes up to his erection, palming him through his sweatpants. he lets out quiet moans and shakey breaths. he unzips his sweater in which he wears nothing under. slipping off his pants along with yours, he leans forward to press his hard on against your panties. he lets out cute whimpers. "jisungie, fuck me already", you say. he doesnt think twice to take off his briefs and your panties as he enters his tip into your wet cunt. "fuck- so tight", he trembles a little as you giggle at him. you bring a hand to his cheek as he naturally nestles into it as he slowly pumps in and out of you. "mmgh- feels so good, you feel so perfect fuck", he lets out moaning uncontrollably. as good as you feel right now, youre entertained at the way he acts, the way he cant stop whining, how hes loudly moaning, how he cant look away from where his cock pounds into you, how his hands cant quite find a place to stay still at. he props himself up from hovering over you so hes now on his knees, holding your waist as he pounds himself into you faster now. he lets out loud moans, feeling his high out as he cums into you. if this is what your sungie started, youll make sure to not stop until hes crying from the overstimulation.

SION and you are honestly on some giggly shit. tumbling around on the living room carpet. soft material under you as he pinches your cheeks. you flip over him, capturing him between your thighs as his face suddenly turns serious. “what you like this?”, you say tauntingly. you laugh at him as his breaths become heavier. he bites his lip as you come closer to his face stopping just above his lips. you lick his lip, then his nose and he seems to enjoy the way you’re playing with him. “mm- please”, he says softly. “please what?”, you pout wanting him to get more frustrated. he bucks his hips up and lets out a quiet whine. he shuts his eyes, as he continues, dry humping you from underneath. you giggle at his attempt before you maneuver him so he’s now laying flat against the floor. “no-“, he says at the loss of feeling of you against him. you wait a moment before slowly snaking your hand beneath him as you shift off his body, kneeling between his legs. you find his bulge and begin palming him. “oh fuck!”, he suddenly moans, rutting against your hand now helplessly. “feels so good hm?”, you say going faster now. you remove your hand and whines. you grab his hips and pull them upwards so he’s arched and on his knees now. “better?”, you ask and he responds with a loud moan as you continue. “can’t hear you…”, you say slowing down your pace. “ye- yes. feels so good mommy. so good.”, he tells you as he lets out more pathetic moans. you bring your other hand against his back soothing it up and down as he feels himself climax. “fuck!!”, he groans shamelessly as he cums in his pants.

RIKU and you have been arguing all day, but you guys are ticking each other off by yelling even more. “idgaf bout your where abouts, but answer me when i tell you to”, he yells. you turn around, slapping his cheek as he hisses. “if i told you where i was, then you trust me, no?” you say. “y-yes…”, he says with glossy eyes. he acts all tough, but really he’s just a pussy about everything. “and you do what i say, no matter what, so we won’t be having this conversation again, got it?”. he leaves the kitchen to his room. you wait a minute before following him in. “i’m sorry”, you say cupping his cheek where a slight tint of red painted as he sat in bed. “it’s ok, i’m sorry for yelling at you”, he apologizes. you smile as he comes in to kiss you, hands coming to each of your thighs. he pulls away, biting his lip before asking you, “you need to punish me, will you please?”. he scoff at him, “mm you were being bad hm?”. you lay him down, palming at his buldge and you stare him down and notice the way he stares back and lets out little gasps, hips bucking into the air. your hand slips into his briefs, now palming his bare hard cock. he moans, “fuck! feels so good mommy”. you smile before leaning over his mouth, finger coming up to pry his mouth more open and letting your spit to trail into his mouth. he whines loudly, fucking into your hand faster. you close his mouth and he swallows faster than you can blink. you squeeze his cheeks together, “look at you, so obedient and pathetic”, you giggle. he moans as his eyes shut and his head tips back. “s-so…hot”, he compliments.

YUSHI has been yearning for you all day, but you’ve just been so busy. i mean you felt bad for him, you didn’t want to ignore him, but with all your work you unfortunately had to. now that you’re both doing nothing, you cuddle with him in bed, hugging him tightly and saying your apologies as he just hums and finally takes you all in. “i’m sorry, but now you have all my attention”, you smile softly at him. he doesn’t say anything but just maneuvers so he’s kneeling in front of you. “what is it?” you ask, concerned that something’s wrong. “just-“, he lets out an exhale before he presses his hips between yours. his head falls, feeling the friction as he dry humps you. “yushi”, you giggle, biting your lip at his desperation. “mm”, he whines, going slightly harder now. you cradle his face in your hands as you bring him closer into a slow kiss. you take control, letting your tongue slipping in his mouth, signaling that you too are desperate. “i just wanna feel you…”, he says before swiftly and quickly pulling his briefs down and pushing aside your panties and sliding just his tip into your wet cunt. “fuck-“, he whispers to himself. he’s trying his best to resist, but his efforts aren’t too well as he fucks his tip in and out of you, getting a feel of your tight cunt over and over again. “so wet…so good…god i can’t-“, he whines. he doesn’t know how longer he can take this, but that’s when you bring your hand to his shaft, suddenly stroking it. “but you like that huh? don’t you wanna feel me?”, you give him big puppy eyes as you innocently jerk him off. his legs begin shaking, in a trance as he can’t even speak, just moan. he watches as his release coats your cunt, dripping down and not wasting any time to feel you all the way now.

JAEHEE was in the living room watching tv as you cleaned up the kitchen. “god can’t you help?”, you exclaimed which got his attention as he propped up. “yes, yes, of course…”, he says as he begins helping you, in shame. you huffed, “yknow what”, you say as you dragged him closer to you. he frowned, knowing he’s about to be scolded. “why don’t you make yourself useful”, you say as you push him to the floor so that he’s on his knees. you quickly slide down your shorts and sit on the table. his eyes go wide in shock at your sudden instructions but he doesn’t think twice to do what you say, after all he’ll do anything for you. “m-m sorry”, he says as he kisses your thighs, eyes slightly watery. “bet u are, but you listen when i ask you to do something hm?”, you tease. “of course”, he says now lapping at your cunt making you moan. “make me cum then”, and before you know it your grasping onto the counter tightly, back arching as he licks and fingers your cunt quickly. for some reason he’s crying, cheeks slightly tinted pink, wet from his tears and your wetness, eyes locked onto yours, eyebrows furrowed, as he lets out little noises that cause vibrations making you climax. “such a good boy my jaehee hm?”, you run your fingers through his hair. “but you were you oh so bad…”, you tilt his chin up, slapping his cheek as he whined. he let out a hum, but you wanted words. you slapped his other cheek now, “what was that?”, you said frustrated. he looked so flushed out for you, desperate and willing. “i’ll do anything, i’ll help you clean next time im sorry”, he said timidly. “good, i’ll give you something to clean then, just keep going k?”, and at that he got right back to between your thighs.

[its-avalon-08]

ok but hear me out: y/n found a lipstick in his car and thinks he’s cheating on her but it turns out it’s his sister’s or something like that…angst with fluffy ending? maybe logan or oscar? but honestly i would read it with almost any driver lol x i really like ur work btw

lippies and lies (op81)

✦ pairing - oscar piastri x female!reader

✦ genre - misunderstanding, a little angst, alot of fluff

Oscar Piastri and his girlfriend Y/N had been dating for over a year, and their relationship was going strong. Today, they decided to spend the afternoon driving around, enjoying each other’s company. As Oscar navigated the roads, Y/N rummaged through the glove compartment, looking for a charger. Suddenly, her fingers brushed against a small tube. She pulled it out and realized it was a lipstick – a shade she never used.

A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as she examined the unfamiliar lipstick. Keeping her emotions in check, she put it back and closed the compartment. Throughout the rest of the drive, she remained quiet, her mind racing with doubts and suspicions.

Oscar noticed the change in her demeanor. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, glancing over at her with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Oscar frowned but decided not to press further, thinking she might just need some space.

When they finally arrived home, Y/N could no longer hold back her tears. She rushed inside, her eyes brimming with pain and confusion. Oscar quickly followed her, his worry intensifying.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

She turned to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I found a lipstick in your car, Oscar. It's not mine. Whose is it?"

Oscar's eyes widened in shock and realization. "Wait, what? A lipstick? Let me see."

Y/N retrieved the lipstick from her bag and handed it to him. Oscar examined it closely, furrowing his brows. "Isn't this yours?" he asked innocently.

Y/N's heart sank even further, her hands trembling. "No, Oscar, it's not mine. How could you not know that?"

Oscar's confusion deepened. "But I thought you used this shade. I've seen you with similar colors before."

Y/N shook her head, her voice breaking. "I don't wear this brand or this shade, Oscar. I can't believe you don't even know that."

Realization slowly dawned on Oscar's face, and he felt a pang of guilt. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I really thought it was yours."

Her eyes filled with even more tears, and she took a step back. "So, whose is it then? Did you have someone else in your car?"

Oscar's heart ached seeing her so upset. "No, Y/N, I swear. There's no one else. It has to be my sister's. She borrowed my car last week because hers was in the shop. She must have left it behind."

Y/N looked at him, her tears slowing as hope and relief started to creep in. "Really? You're not lying to me?"

Oscar shook his head and immediately pulled out his phone. "Here, I'll call her right now."

He dialed his sister's number, and after a few rings, she answered. "Hey, Oscar! What's up?"

"Hey, Sophie. Quick question – did you leave a lipstick in my car last week?" Oscar asked, putting the call on speaker.

"Oh my god, yes! I've been looking for it everywhere," Sophie exclaimed. "Why? Did you find it?"

"Yeah, Y/N found it and got worried," Oscar said, glancing at Y/N with a reassuring smile.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry! That’s totally mine. I didn't mean to cause any trouble," Sophie added.

Y/N sighed in relief, wiping away her remaining tears. "It's okay, Sophie. I just… I panicked. I'm sorry, Oscar."

Oscar pulled her into a tight embrace. "It's okay, love. I understand. I should have told you about Sophie borrowing the car."

Y/N clung to him, feeling the warmth and security of his arms around her. "I was so scared, Oscar. I thought I was going to lose you."

"You'll never lose me," Oscar whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, and I'm always going to be here for you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "I love you too, Oscar."

They shared a tender kiss, both feeling the weight of the misunderstanding lift off their shoulders. The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch, watching their favorite movie, and reassuring each other of their love and trust. The lipstick incident became a funny story they would laugh about in the future, a testament to their strong bond and the love that kept them together.

time skip

Later that evening, Y/N and Oscar were snuggled up on the couch, a comforting movie playing in the background. Despite the reassurance and the happy resolution, Y/N still felt a tinge of guilt for doubting Oscar. She shifted closer to him, burrowing herself into his side, seeking his warmth and comfort.

Oscar noticed her subtle movements and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her even closer. He gently played with her hair, his fingers moving in soothing circles against her scalp. "You okay, love?" he asked softly.

Y/N nodded, but her voice was small and hesitant. "I still feel bad for not trusting you, Oscar. I'm really sorry. I just saw it and I guess I jumped to the worst case scenario."

Oscar kissed the top of her head. "It's alright, Y/N. I understand why you felt that way. I would feel the same if I found a random male deodorant. I'm just glad we talked it out."

She looked up at him with sheepish eyes. "Umm, also Osc do you think we can go shopping sometime? I… I really did like that shade of lipstick. Maybe I could get one for myself."

Oscar chuckled, his eyes filled with love and amusement. "Anything for you, my love," he said, giving her a playful squeeze. "We'll go tomorrow, and you can pick out as many lipsticks as you want."

Y/N giggled, her spirits lifting at his response. "Thank you, Osc. You're the best."

"No, you're the best," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of our evening, okay my love?"

She nodded, cuddling even closer to him, her heart feeling light and happy. They spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, the earlier misunderstanding forgotten as they basked in the love and trust that bound them together. The promise of a fun shopping trip tomorrow was just another reminder of how deeply they cared for each other.

[kireilien]

how do you think Maki's member is like? Honestly, I think he stands out quite a bit since it’s usually noticeable at first glance, I mean, have you seen the water sports episode?🫠

nghhhh maki cock

i finished this in less than 20 minutes i am cooked.

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; maki cock thoughts. + his cum

literally no shade to anyone, but people saying that maki is the biggest out of the teamies bc he’s half german is lwk weird…….. why are we encouraging borderline eugenics (and i use that lightly bc yes true definition isn’t this situation there’s nuance but anyways) 

he’s THICK. like STUPID THICK. and the water sports ep has me so insane his dick print,,, IS JS OUT THERE LIKE FUCK WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO 

im basing his cock off of his hands and his body bc that’s the best way you could really dissect it but if you look at his hands, they’re huge. did we literally forget that jojo has the largest hands and maki is around the same size. maki is also naturally hella fucking wide. like his neck and shoulders were wide even before he started to work out. also the members have constantly said that maki is huge even now. 

maki is definitely thick but i wouldn’t say too long, he’s not slanging an insane monster cock, it’s a respectable 5.7 in / 14.4 cms or smaller when soft, nothing more, i’d say likeeee 5.9 in / 14.9 cms in girth. and this is when he’s soft like he is HUGE guys. his hardness gets him to around 6.4 / 16.4 cms when all of the blood rushes to his cock. definitely a shower than a grower due to the fact he was born huge. his girth is around the same ratio too at 6.6 / 16.6 cms maybe even egging on to 6.7 in / a perfect 17 cms— heavy cock!

THIS SEEMS LIKE PURE FANTASY BUT GUYS IVE BEEN STARING AT HIS DICK PRINT FOR LIKE TWO HOURS AND CROSS REFERENCING TO DICK PICS TO SEE ACCURATE RESULTS YES IM ANALYZING HIS COCK BETTER THAN MY HWS LEAVE ME ALONE

huge balls btw. big breeder balls. mmmh. also pretty clean shaven most times, but doesn’t mind a trim if he’s busy, nothing too messy. CUT CUT CUT HES SO CUT i could not imagine him uncut even as someone who likes uncut guys </3 pretty veiny, not too veiny they only really show up when he’s really hard. his cock is also a little darker from his skin tone, it turns darker as you get to the base of his cock. im also a believer that it’ll go flesh to his stomach when he’s hard. 

k now i’m thinking of size training w him FUCK!

++ extra!!!! his cum is really milky like really liquid, it’s on the clearer side because he’s an idol, he has to stay healthy, but he cums more than average, he def has a few more spurts than a typical guy

visual one | visual two | (nsfw links/on twt)

links aren’t 100% accurate i’m not a twt demon anymore lol

back 2 my maki catalog

[thetxtdevil]

Could you bring back Blueberry Boy! Kai? 🫐 I dream about him every day... btw! Congratulations on the 1k, more than deserved!! Your content is amazing <3

1000 Followers Bash - Blueberry Boy Kai Continued Thoughts

nsfw/mdni content

What do you want to know about Blueberry Boy Kai?

Last time he got Strawberry Shortcake pregnant 🤭 No surprise, he's so messy and addicted. It wouldn't be shocking if he kept getting you pregnant, you're not against it because you're also addicted to him. You love the way Kai's long fingers prep you, then his cock stretches you, then his fingers are back to shove his blueberry scone cum back into you. Sometimes he'll lick you clean, coming up to kiss you so that you can enjoy the taste of his salty yet sweet cum.

However, he's all new to the world of sex; a lot of times, he just lets the aphrodisiacs of your strawberry arousal control him, making up new ways to please each other. But he wants to do this right. Blueberry Boy Kai wants to be so skilled at making you cum without instincts but from knowledge 🤓

Picnic with the boys seems innocent from afar, but most people wouldn't want to eat their lunch while overhearing what they talk about. Sweet Blueberry Kai brings a scented pen and colored paper to write down answers to his questions.

Gingerbread Taehyun claims that being rough gets his girl going. Lemon Drop Soobin agrees, saying that squeezing plushy skin is satisfying and pleasurable for them. Peachy Beomgyu believes that reading reactions is key, or letting them read smut also gives them ideas. However, Watermelon Sorbet Yeonjun warns everybody to be careful, as they're significant other might turn on them and tease, ruin you until dry.

A little more information of curling fingers in your cunt and different motions to stimulate your clit. If Kai wasn't blushing a deep shade of blue already, the advice to "edge" you got him rolling into a ball. He doesn't think he can do it, literally, he loves seeing you cum so how is he going to stop that from happening.

Later that day, Blueberry Boy Kai arrives at the big strawberry cottage, he yells out that he's home. Your cute self comes skipping to him and hugging him. Dainty arm wrapped around his broad body, making Kai's blue blush come back. "Hi, Strawberry, I missed you." He says softly.

"I missed you, too." You say into his neck, leaving light kisses on his neck.

Kai wanted to melt right there, wanted to pick you up and have you in bed. Before he could do so, you were already grabbing his arms, dragging him to your destination. Kai's mind fills with what his friends had to say, be rough, dominate her, she'll like that, edge. Kai stands his ground, making you recoil, falling onto the blueberry.

Looking up to see Kai's intimidating glare, you pout and ask, "W-whats wrong?"

You gasp as Kai quickly swoops you up, carrying you to the kitchen, the closest room, and a place where your scent seems to reside. His senses were already clouded by your innocent whines. Plopping you on the countertop, flipping up your skirt, spreading your legs to fit his hip between them. Letting you desperately grind against him, searching for some blissful friction. Whimpers and whines increase as seconds pass. Kai gives in to a simple touch.

His painted blue fingertips rub your wet clothed cunt. Delicious circles excite your clit, every so often his fingertip dips into your hole. You moan, throwing your head back until you sense Kai teasing his touch around the hem of your panties. Once a bratty whine escapes from your throat, Blueberry Kai stops everything.

Your eyes widen on your flushed face. Chest heaving from the lack of getting off. Usually your good boy, Kai, is always determined to make you cum, once or twice or three times before getting himself off. But this was different, Kai wasn't in a rush to have Strawberry Shortcake make her cream, he wanted to keep it from happening until he thought it was best to let it go.

Blueberry Kai kneels in front of you, looking up at you through his dark blue lashes. Slowly stripping you from your panties, your feet kick, trying to take the garment off fast. This action resulted in Kai forcefully holding your legs and biting your inner thigh. The yelp you make and your stiffening position signal Kai that you are ready to listen.

Once you were fully exposed, the blueberry boy leaves kitten licks on your outer lips. You lay your head on the top cabinets, focusing on stopping your whine from coming out. Your patients payed off when you feel Kai deepening himself into your pussy. Making out with your folds, tongue everywhere he can get it, sucking your sensitivity. You sink your hands into the sapphire blue hair of the man devouring you.

Kai has to fight against your hold on his head, he can feel your cunt pulsating close to cumming. Hearing your moans, tasting your sweet arousal, Kai was losing himself fast. Now fighting with himself, needing to stop you from coming undone. He eventually does so once again, causing you to whine. You squirm like a little kid not getting what they want, Kai chuckles at you.

“You’re so mean.” Your pout increases.

Kai’s face full of your strawberry arousal, he smirks at you, “I know.” He lifts his head, kisses you so that you taste yourself. Soon, you feel his touch creep into your inner thighs close to where you want it. His long fingers dive into your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit and fingertips teasing your hole. Kai deeply kisses you to the point you run out of breath, throwing your head back once again to show the blueberry boy your neck to mark up.

His two fingers screw deep into your pussy, curling up hitting your g-spot. Your body ached from immense pleasure mixed with exhaustion. You did not doubt that your neck was covered with love bites by the time the heat pooled in your belly again. "Please, ah- please, Berry." You whimper into Kai's ear. Another mean smirk grazes his lips, but this time, he enhances his actions. Lowering his head to lick your tits as his fingers on your cunt works fast.

Your hands latch onto Kai's buff shoulders tightly, scratching his back through the shirt in the process. Every hit of your g-spot had you seeing stars, and the stimulation of Kai's tongue on your nipples added to the sensation. A load scream screeches out of your dry throat. Kai backs away from your breasts, looking down to witness a gush of juices squirting onto his pants and thighs.

The scent of earthy strawberries filled the room. You roll back, unattractively slouched on the top cabinets, trying to catch your breath, too tired to realize the blueberry boy is losing it. His hands balled into fists, trying to hold himself back, but then again, it's time to try something new.

Kai's lips smash into your again, a big hand encapsulates both of your small ones, holding them over your pretty strawberry head. Blueberry Boy Kai wasn't waiting until you were calmed down; now that you're weak, he can use you all up.

Grateful for my 1000 Demons,

TxT's Devil

[sailornymph]

can you write about shino and fem reader trying hand stuff for the first time (fingering/hand job) with fluff? 🪲 love your writing btw 💛

touch me; shino aburame

synopsis — shino comes home from a mission and spends a night for the first time since the two of you began dating, things are bound to get heated.

content warning — aged up shino (18-19), hand job, fingering, implied size difference, insects

hearing the sound of a soft knock, you looked up. your knee pressed against your chest, biting your lip in concentration. you had been painting your toes, the prettiest shade of green you had come across.

“coming,” you yelled, standing, walking carefully to not smear the polish. opening the door, you gasped as your eyes landed on shino. he towered over you as he stood, his hands tucked away in his pockets.

“shino, you’re back-come in,” you said, moving to the side, your face burning as he nodded. picking up his bag, he followed you, shutting the door behind himself.

reaching to remove his glasses, you chewed your lip even more, as his eyes landed on you. you had known of shino for years now it seemed, both of you attending the academy, but it was only a few months back, that the two of you began dating.

you couldn't help that you got all shy and blushy, being that the majority of your relationship, he was leaving for mission after mission.

“hey,” he finally spoke, a smile creeping onto his face.

“i’ve missed you…too much,” you confessed, as he stared into your eyes.

“i missed you too,” he said, in his usual stoic tone. reaching for your hand, you slowly stepped closer. standing on your toes, you pressed your lips against his own.

“what were you doing before i came by?” he mumbled, going in for another kiss.

“painting my toes-

“oh my-my toes,” you continued, gasping and pulling away, rushing to your bedroom, as he stood trying to bite back the dark blush on his cheeks.

sitting his bag on the floor, he removed his shoes before walking to your room. finding you on the floor, wiping the polish that smeared a little.

“moss green,” he mumbled, surprised that you remembered his favorite color.

“it was supposed to be a surprise,” you laughed, as he moved to sit next to you.

“their pretty, your toes,” he whispered, shifting his gaze as you examined them before finishing off the last few nails.

“thank you, when i saw the color at the market, i was so excited to show you. i didn’t think you would really notice, but i figured it would match your jacket, if we went out for anything,” you mumbled, as he scooted closer to you.

“i can’t help but notice you, even the little things manage to catch my eye,” he told you, reaching for your leg, and placing it on his lap. gently brushing his fingers across your feet, as you stared into his dark eyes. wiggling your toes at the ticklish sensation, you looked down, before bursting into a fit of giggles, watching as he allowed the bugs to crawl onto your foot.

you were never a big insect fanatic, but shino’s bugs were different, they were a part of him, which made you love them. crawling together, you cooed when they formed into the shape of a heart, before disappearing back into his hand.

“it’s almost as if they have a mind of their own,” he chuckled, his eyes widening as you climbed into his lap, kissing his lips. however, he quickly adjusted, his hands moving to squeeze your hips.

“spend the night,” you whispered, as he buried his face into your breast.

“okay” he agreed, looking up into your eyes, hungrily kissing your lips.

“i want to do it with you, i really do, i just don’t know if i’m ready to go all the way,” you mumbled, after breaking the kiss.

“we’ll go as far as you’d prefer,” he reassured, caressing your hips, moving down your ass, giving a small squeeze. he could feel your bare body through the nightgown, something he hadn’t paid too much attention to until now.

“do you want me to stop?” he asked, as you sat with your eyes closed, straddling his lap. shaking your head, you continue kissing along his jaw, neck, and cheeks.

“keep going,” you whispered.

“tell me what do you want?”

“for you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“touch you where, use your words baby,” he said lowly, watching as you reached for his hand, leading it to your cunt.

“there please,” you mouthed, as he lifted the nightgown, quickly pulling it from over your head.

pressing his lips against your own. he wrapped an arm around your waist, and his free hand went back to your bare pussy. he slipped his hand between your legs, caressing your wet entrance, carefully slipping a finger inside.

humming in excitement and satisfaction, your moans against his mouth were music to his ears. slowly thrusting his finger in and out, your hands roamed his body. reaching for his pants, you unbuttoned them, reaching inside to pull out his cock. his tip was oozing with precum, and his shaft was becoming harder by the moment.

“i want you to enjoy this too,” you smiled lazily, your smile turning to an ‘o’ shape, as he slipped another finger inside.

"good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well," he coached you, as he began to place kisses down your neck, before latching onto your breast. he occasionally made small grunting noises, keeping his eyes shut, as you pumped his cock.

"shino-it's too much," you shook your head, as he softly bit your nipples.

"you can take it, make a mess on my fingers, can you do that for me?" he asked, still thrusting, moaning lowly, as your pace slowed and became unsteady.

you nodded earnestly, lowly panting as he went back to your swollen breast. a few thrusts later and you unraveled, releasing the knot that had built up in your abdomen. creaming all his fingers, he simply pulled them out, bringing them to his lips to suck.

settling on his lap, you continued stroking his shaft, biting your lip as he grunted, reaching to squeeze your thighs and pull you closer. increasing the pace, you smiled as a moan escaped his mouth.

“i’m close to-” he began to speak, when his cum began squirting out, going to your stomach.

“sorry,” he mumbled, sheepishly, his face burning in embarrassment.

“you’re so cute,” you smiled, kissing his cheek. his eyes softened as he glanced into your eyes.

“i love you,” he said.

“i love you too, shino,” you smiled, accepting his kiss, while he wrapped his arms around you.

he never had many friends, but with you in his life, that didn’t seem to matter anymore. all he needed in life was your embrace. to be touched by you.

[noemilivv]

hiiii!! i was wondering if perchance i could request head canons or a one shot (whichever you see more fit) of how [character] is on their first date with [reader]

the characters im rlly invested in are alastor, vox, velvette, angel & husk 💗

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: i’m so sorry requests have been so slow, my show is almost done (closing night is today) so i’ll be able to get to requests after that!! and i tried to make this a bit longer than my normal pieces so i hope i did okay? we’re almost at 700 btw so tysm for that <3

warnings: profanity, mentions of sex in vox’s part (no smut), mentions of valentino, implied!masc reader in angel’s section — the rest are gn

proofread: no 😔

tags: x reader, alastor, husk hazbin hotel, angel dust, headcanons, the vees

𝐯𝐨𝐱

vox would probably enjoy a night in the most, honestly, fans can irk him a fair bit, and he wants tonight to be about you and him alone

he’d probably get some of his more decent employees to be like waiters, and let’s be real, even if you were only in vox’s quarters, you both would still be dolled up

seeing as this is only the first date, vox’s “show host” persona is still very present, he’s not ready to let his walls down quite yet, he’ll sit there and boast about how fucking amazing he is for most of the date

but you’d be surprised, when you speak, vox won’t shut down anything you’d say, he’s an extremely good listener — it mainly comes from how he has to listen to boring meetings, even when he doesn’t want to, but as much as he won’t admit it, he could listen to you talk anyday

when the end of the date comes, you’re either gonna end up spending the night at his, whether it ends in sex with him or falling asleep on the couch together in the middle of a movie is a bit of a 50/50

OR he’s gonna end up driving you home, mainly because he doesn’t enjoy just walking about the streets of hell, because so many people come up to him, and also cause he doesn’t want to risk putting you in harms way, but also because he wants to flex his fancy ass car…

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

like vox, he’d also probably enjoy a date in a more private settings — due to the type of fans he has, the contract he’s under, along with many other things

but angel has a preference for more relaxed dates, he’d bring you into his room the hotel and end up having a massive sleepover — movies, skincare, gossip seshs, etc. whatever you ask for, he’ll give ya!!

after valentino, i can see angel only really taking interest in people who he’s known for a long time/has a strong bond with — so considering the fact that he’s most likely known you for a long time, this is probably when he’s gonna be more affectionate — possible cuddles, kisses, etc

but even with that, angel really considers first dates as a ‘get to know you’ sorta thing, so he wants to hear all about you, and share stories with you about him as well! you two will probably play games like 21 questions or truth or dare but with mostly truths 😭🙏

honestly, angel will probably spend more time telling you about molly (his sister) then himself, he misses her a lot, and she was one of the biggest parts of him and he loves telling you stories about them together in their lifetime

𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

in contrast to vox, she would love to go out somewhere for a first date, more specifically, the mall! she may end up treating the first date as more a girls trip, but trust me, it isn’t her way of friend zoning you in the slightest!!

the stores in the mall that she’d most likely wanna hit up are the clothing stores and makeup stores (duh)

she’d try on a bunch of fits for you in a ‘fashion run-way’ kind-of manner and force outfits into your arms and rush you to do the same

and in makeup stores, she’d grab a bunch of lip-oil testers and swatch them on your arm and see which ones she thinks look the best — and she’d also try to find your foundation shade match or something like that

then you goes would probably stop at a food court and she would sit there and just yap, i can see velvette as a big rambler, she can be very expressive with her words, especially when it comes to her passion topics, so she really grows to appreciate you if you decide to hear her out

and side note; if you guys run into one of her fans, she’ll make sure you see it, she needs you to know how fucking hot and famous she is

the both of you will probably stay until the mall is about to close, and then you’ll walk her home, but don’t worry, she’ll give you a small kiss for being so good ~

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤

honestly, husk would kinda be at loss a for what to do for a ‘date’ — it’s been a long damn time since he’s been romantically interested in someone, so he’s not too sure where to start

he’ll end up going to charlie for help, or angel, and he ends up deciding to take you out to a small diner that’s just a stroll away from the hotel

it’s not great there by any means, but it’s not bad, but more importantly, it’s safe, and that’s all he really wants for you

you two will spend most of the time conversing in conversation, nothing too crazy or life changing, but simple ice breakers here and there, husker is more awkward than you may think

despite the fact that he thinks it’s so fucking stupid, he takes charlie’s idea to share a smoothie with you, which ends up back-firing as he takes a sip and it goes through and up your straw and splatters onto your face

and you can’t help but blush as he gets a little too close to you as he wipes the smoothie off of your face with a few napkins…

𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫

alastor is a gentlemen, who aims to please, so he has a number of activities for you that are bound to blow you out of the water, even if the idea is simple on paper

first, he starts off by taking you out to dinner, the fanciest restaurant he could find, you both are dressed up to a tee

he makes sure to feed you every last bite of your food, treating you like a pet, its so sickeningly sweet you didn’t whether to be slightly offended or swoon right then and there

then he takes you out to a nice park, even if it’s already dark out, and he’ll have you on his arm and take a simple stroll with you, the attention is fully on you and he won’t shy away from giving you all the praise possible

shortly after, alastor will get his staff and play some gentle jazz music as you both sway under the hellish stars on what seems to be such a blissful night ~

i do not permit for my work to be reposted, translated, or stolen. all rights go to signedmio. characters are not mine, unless stated, and belong to their rightful creators.

[yanderenightmare]

idk if you write for naoya but i have an idea...maybe darling is like maki but actually weak and naoya bullies and takes advantage of them?

love your work btw!! <3

Zenin Naoya

♡ TW: yandere, mentions of abuse, bullying

♡ FEM reader

Proposal Gift

Sharp hazel eyes follow you in your innocence, narrowing while he judges – concluding once again, as he’d done before, that there really isn’t a single cursed bone in you – only a humble body of warm squeezable flesh and a heart he bets is all too easy to break.

You’ve always been like that. Quick to smile and quick to cry. A bundle of emotions unfit to be raised in such a ruthless clan.

He’s a few years older than you and remembers well what a weak constitution you’ve always had. Anyone could see it, and everyone knew it from the moment you were born – you were never going to amount to much.

He used to find your weakness quite disgusting – used to push your face into the gravel until snot and tears would wet the dirt in a pitiful puddle – with his foot pressed down between your shoulder blades – sometimes until hearing a pop and shriek loud enough to echo off the walls. With words cutting even deeper – telling you what a curse you were, born so weak and so useless – a stain on the great Zenin name.

But now that you’ve grown up, he bites his tongue – silently watching with a strange type of lusty entitlement forming in his gut…

He’s only been away on a mission for a handful of months – who’d have known he’d come back to see you grown into something so… precious.

You’re the prettiest out of the maids – the cutest one too, and undoubtedly the sweetest as well. Walking about the garden where you have most of your chores – watering plants in the sun and picking herbs for healing. You’re quiet and graceful, taking slow steps in your plank shoes that knock softly on the tiles where you peacefully wade through the maze in a pretty flower-patterned yukata.

You look nothing like the snot-nosed brat he’d left in the dirt. You have a swell of breasts now and a feminine face wiped clean of soot – painted with pretty red on your lips and fresh blue on your eyes.

You’re a lady now.

And while your weakness used to disgust him, he’s now realizing what a blessing it is instead. Smirking the more he glares at you – now sitting on a bench in the shade doing some hand stitching, knowing no ill will – he understands he’s quite lucky you turned out such a fragile little thing.

“Naoya-sama-” You spluttered, eyes widening into big round glass orbs.

Jumping to your feet, you nearly threw your needlework down on the bench before folding your fingers together and bowing – much lower than necessary – with a rush that could only be excused with fear.

You hadn’t known he was back yet and felt the surprise like a vice grip wrapped tight around your throat.

Swallowing thickly, you made your excuse while maintaining your bow, praying he’d show you mercy. “Pardon my lack of awareness- I was absorbed in my chores, you see- please forgive me-”

He folded his hands within his pants and raised his chin with a smirk at your spluttering, licking his teeth in enjoyment at your pretty display of courtesy. Eyeing you for a long moment before speaking, mainly to watch you begin to tremble in the wait – cutely dreading the bite of his punishment.

But punishing you wasn't what he was interested in at the moment.

“You’re not in maid robes.” He said instead, ignoring your previous stuttering. His face, jaded with a tone just as callous, aided by that weighty air of authority he always has surrounding him – the one that never fails to make your skin feel raw in the cold.

“Oh-” You fumbled, halting at his lack of anger – wary of the unexpected behavior as it was pretty odd for him not to jump at the opportunity to punish someone like you if and when the chance presented itself.

Though, it wasn’t yet decided he wouldn’t do just that – the way his steely and strangling presence nearly knocked you over with its vicious intensity alone – staring you down sharply with that otherwise smooth hazel.

In return, you had your doe-eyes yielding and down-cast, eying your fabrics with a bite to your lip – trying to keep your voice from shivering while uttering the next line, heat in your cheeks while at it. “These are- uhm- proposal gifts I’ve been asked to wear.”

He snorted at that, and you flinched at the abrasive sound – eyes shifty while eyeing the ground, lowering your head some more, looking down at the paint on your toenails instead.

“From whom?” He asked a beat later.

Your brows pinched at his curiosity and how awfully unlike him it was. Naoya-sama had never struck you as the type to make trivial conversation, especially with the likes of you. 

“I’m- uhm- not exactly sure…” You confessed, twiddling your fingers. “You see, Father doesn’t want to confuse me- after all… it’ll be his decision in the end, anyway.” 

You kept your head bowed while explaining, feeling awkward before him. Trying to think of a time when he’d paid any type of regard to you or your life – remembering none.

“B- but my marital status must be of no interest to you, Naoya-sama.” You blurted then, finding it to be a rather strange matter to discuss with him of all people.

But all the man responded with was a slight hum, keeping his gaze on you and the way you timidly glanced up at him only to look away when seeing him stare back. 

Ears burning, you chewed and sucked your lip under his glare, thinking of how badly you’d witness him beating other maids – having needed to treat many a cut and gash and bruise and broken bone he’d left on bodies much smaller than himself – not to mention the ones on your own frail self he’d given you in your youth. 

“Please excuse my arrogance-” Your memory prompted you to gush. “Doing anything but welcome you home from your mission is rude of me- I heard you lead our clan into many victories- you must be very proud.”

You decided to try you r luck charming him instead, hoping it could sway him from the urge to hurt you.

“Or maybe it doesn’t come as a surprise anymore. You’ve always been rather strong, after all.” You continued but choked on it only a second later – spurring with yet another apology on your lips. “That was thoughtless of me to say- you should feel proud either way- please forgive me for my stupid words, Naoya-sama- I fear the heat has gone to my head and made a complete airhead out of me…”

But despite the obvious hints of regret and panic in your draining face, the man gave no indication of even having heard what you’d said until offering your ramble another rather unusually relaxed response.

“It’s true.” He agreed – much to your surprise, where you’d braced your face for a backhand and your stomach for a gut punch. “It’s become boring.” 

You dared glance up at him through the lashes of your bow – only to see his face still as expressionless as always – a type of stone-cold that made the hairs at your nape rise.

“Still… you must be tired from the trip, if not the mission” You softly started in spite of it – hoping to end the conversation soon. “You shouldn’t stay out here in the sun for too long…” You tried, praying he couldn’t see straight through your intentions. “And- uhm- I should really hurry along- help prep supper for you and your soldiers with the other maids.” You excused, once again bowing your head, waiting for his nod of dismissal – ever relieved when he gave it.

You swallowed your tremors, feeling lightheaded and dizzy while offering up whatever type of smile you could muster.

“It was good seeing you, Naoya-sama.” You lied. “Welcome home.”

You bowed yet again, dismissing yourself before turning and leaving him.

He kept his eyes fixed on you despite it. Observing the distressed spring in your step and how it disturbed the former peace you walked the gardens with earlier. 

A smile inched up his face watching it.

You look very nice in his proposal gift.

He looks forward to having you in his bed.

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[lavender-vixen]

you are literally whipping up this requests omg?? your writing is so good<3

if u don’t mindd could you do patrick with like a super goody two-shoes girly girl reader? its such a cliche ew but i love fics like those

have a good day btw !!

of course!

the bonfire crackled and popped, sending warm orange sparks into the cool summer night air. the quarry was alive with the sound of music blasting from a battered boombox...some loud rock anthem that the crowd of seniors was nodding along to. patrick hockstetter was close to the bonfire, naturally, lounging against a boulder with you perched delicately on his lap. the air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, earthly scent of marijuana.

you didn't quite fit with that scene, and it was the first thing anyone noticed. while the girls around the fire wore ripped band tees, leather skirts, and heavy eyeliner, you were a picture of sweet innocence.

patrick's friends—henry, vic, belch—had all exchanged more than a few confused looks when he'd first brought you around. you were the polar opposite of patrick's type: soft-spoken, pastel-loving, the kind of girl who volunteered at bake sales and always remembered to say "please" and "thank you."

but patrick? he was obsessed with you. it turned him on that you were so innocent.

"she's so sweet it makes my teeth hurt," vic had muttered once, watching you offer patrick a carefully packed lunchbox you'd made for him. "why does she even like you?"

"shut up, jealousy," patrick had said, grinning.

tonight, though, you were fitting in better than usual. you had your arms wrapped loosely around patrick's neck, sitting sideways on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. your baby-pink sundress and delicate sandals stood out against the sea of black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but you didn't feel like an outsider. when rush's "tom sawyer" came on—a grittier, more electric track than anything on your madonna and blondie cassette tapes—you perked up and softly started singing along.

patrick tilted his head, a slight grin on his pouty lips. "look at that. she's learning satanic rock music," he mocked, giving you a bounce on his knee. "bad girl."

"shut up," you said, blushing but smiling back. "i don't mind this one."

henry raised an eyebrow from across the bonfire, watching patrick like he'd sprouted a second head. "man, this is so twisted," he said to belch, but there was no real venom in it. he just couldn't wrap his head around the relationship. he'd never seen patrick so...gentle.

patrick tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer and firmer against him. you giggled, pressing your temple against his jaw.

as the night wore on and the group started to thin out, with some kids leaving and others disappearing into the woods to drink or smoke, patrick leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"wanna join us? we've got plenty," henry called to you two, following the others into the woods.

you knew he meant pot, and you knew your parents would kill you if you came home reeking of it. you'd never tried marijuana before, but you knew patrick and his friends were well-practiced. still, you were too embarrassed to tell him no and sound lame in front of his friends.

he read the look of fear and reluctance off your face like a book. he always did. "how about we go swimming instead?"

you blinked up at him, your expression immediately wary. "patrick, no, we're not supposed to swim in here after dark. it's not safe."

he gave you a wolfish grin, the one that always made your stomach flip. "that's the point, baby. c'mon. it's just us now."

your face turned a shade of pink, but luckily he couldn't see it in the dark. "i...i didn't bring a swimsuit."

"so? take your clothes off."

your face flushed even more as you gasped, horrified. "no! no way."

he stood, effortlessly lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the ground. "c'mon," he repeated, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. "no one's gonna see. they're all getting stoned."

you hesitated, biting your lip, but the way he looked at you...like you were the only thing in the world worth his attention...made it impossible to say no.

"fine, just this once," you mumbled, glancing around nervously before kicking off your sandals. "but i'm keeping my bra and panties on."

patrick's grin turned downright predatory. "sure."

"but you have to, um, stand in front of me while i change. and hold something up. like a...shield."

patrick stared at you for a moment, then barked out a laugh. "a shield?" his grin was teasing, sharp as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "baby, we're the only ones here. nobody's looking."

"i don't care," you said quickly, crossing your arms. "it's either that or i'm keeping this dress on."

he sighed, shaking his head but clearly entertained. "alright, alright. god, you're such a princess," he grabbed his black t-shirt off the ground and held it up in front of you like a curtain, standing in his boxer shorts.

"don't peek," you warned, pointing a finger at him as you slipped behind the makeshift screen.

patrick smirked but stayed put, one hand holding the shirt steady and the other resting casually on his hip. "really? getting all shy when i've seen plenty already."

your cheeks burned as you fumbled with the straps of your sundress, trying to shimmy out of it as quickly as possible. "this is so different," you muttered. "and don't say stuff like that."

"why not?" he tilted his head, even though you couldn't see him. "it's true. the gang knows."

"you told them we..." you stopped yourself, the blush crawling up your neck. "still...just don't peek."

"whatever," he said, though the grin in his voice told you how much he was enjoying this. "hurry up. i don't have all damn night."

when you finally stepped out from the shirt, now clad in just your bra and underwear, you clutched your dress nervously against your chest. patrick lowered the shirt and looked at you, his smirk widening as his eyes swept over you hungrily.

"hot," he said loudly, tossing the shirt aside. you noticed a few guys by the bonfire turn around to stare at the two of you, squinting to see beyond the shadows.

"oh my god, stop it," you huffed, covering yourself once again with the dress. "i hate you."

he reached out to tug you closer, yanking the dress away and throwing it to join his shirt and jeans on the ground. you felt his fingers go to unhook your bra, and you grabbed his biceps, trying to push his arms away.

"patrick! stop!" you shriek, drawing more attention from the stragglers by the bonfire.

patrick howled with laughter again. your voices carried across the quarry. you saw heads turn.

patrick's hands still tried to tug at your bra strap. "c'mon baby," he teased between laughs, "give 'em a show."

"patrick, please!" you begged, genuine panic setting in. "people are looking!"

"so? let 'em," he said, his smirk wicked as he finally relented, letting his hands drop to his sides. his bedroom eyes sparkled with amusement. "they know you're mine, anyway."

you glared up at him, face burning. "you're the devil," you muttered, clutching your arms over your wonder bra as you glanced nervously at the bonfire.

patrick didn't care. he never cared. he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours and tugging you toward the edge of the water.

the water shimmered under the moonlight, dark and inviting. you hesitated at the edge, the smooth rock beneath your feet still warm from the day's sun. "patrick, it's freezing," you whispered, your voice trembling...not entirely from the chill in the air. "and i just washed my hair. i don't want to get it wet, okay?"

"i'll warm you up," he said, stepping closer until his chest brushed against your back. His hands found your waist, firm but teasing, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin.

"what if there are sharks in here?" you murmured.

"there aren't," he said with a laugh, leaning down so his lips were just a breath away from yours. "haven't you ever swam here before?"

"no." your heart pounded as he pulled you closer, his body seeping into yours even as the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine.

"wait a minute, what the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to spot a little further out in the dark waters.

"what?" you asked, fear evident in your voice. you craned your neck to see better. "what, patrick?"

"that, right there," he said, turning your chin and pointing at the dark water. "holy shit." before you could respond, he swept you off your feet like you weighed nothing, lifting you into his arms.

you clutched his shoulders tightly. "what? what is it? oh my god, what?"

"i swear...it looks just like..."

"like what?!"

"my girlfriend!" he shouted, tossing you off him and into the water with a loud splash.

"patrick!" you gasped, coming up for air, coughing, hearing his wicked laughter close by. then he jumped in after you, soaking you again with the splash.

the cold water hit you, making you squeal and squirm as he swam up next to you. "it's freezing!"

"you'll get used to it," he said, splashing you on purpose.

you sputtered and glared at him. "you're such a child!"

he laughed and waded closer. you splashed him back, water catching the moonlight as it sprayed across his face.

his hands found your waist again, pulling you against him. the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water sent shivers through you, but his hold was steady, grounding.

"patrick..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as he leaned in, his breath warm on your damp skin.

"hm?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

your words caught in your throat as his hands slid lower to your hips. the water lapped around you, cool and weightless, his lips making contact on your cheek and trailing down your jawline, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

time blurred as the two of you lingered in the quarry, patrick alternating between teasing you mercilessly and pressing heated kisses to your lips or along your neck. but eventually, the chill of the water started to set in, and he helped you back toward the edge.

“c’mon,” he said, his hands steadying you as you climbed out onto the rocks. “let’s get you dried off. don't want your parents to throw a bitch-fit when i drop you off."

you shivered as the cool night air hit your damp skin, your white bra and underwear clinging to you uncomfortably. the fabric was soaked, practically see-through, and it wasn’t until you caught patrick’s smirk that you realized why he was looking at you like that.

“patrick!” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “stop staring." you grabbed your once-perfect hair, wringing out water, feeling soggy and grimy from the quarry water. "i look disgusting."

"i'm literally experiencing evidence otherwise," he said, unabashed.

before you could snap back, you heard laughter and voices ahead of you. whipping your head up, you saw henry, vic, and belch stumbling back from the woods, clearly buzzed. your heart dropped.

"holy shit," henry said, stopping dead in his tracks. he tilted his head, squinting as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "did you two go for a swim?"

vic barked out a laugh. "jesus, look at little miss prep! you dragged her into the water, didn't you, hockstetter?"

you flushed bright red, hugging yourself tighter in a desperate attempt to cover the wet, clinging fabric. "oh my god," you muttered, turning to patrick.

patrick looked completely unbothered. if anything, he looked pleased, his smirk only widening as he reached down to pick up his discarded molly hatchet band shirt. "relax," he drawled, holding it out to you. "here. put it on."

the shirt was huge on you, the fabric hung loosely over your frame and falling to mid-thigh. you clutched at the hem, trying to make yourself as small as possible under the gangs' eyes.

"hockstetter got you wet, huh?" henry asked you suggestively, earning a few laughs and nudges from vic and belch as they walked off to the bonfire again.

patrick's hand tightened on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, though he did nothing to quell his friends' teasing. "ignore 'em," he said with an amused chuckle, raking a hand through his dark hair. "they'll be fantasizing about you later, guaranteed."

"gross, i don't want that," you protest, locating your sandals and sliding them back on.

"yeah, but don't worry. that's all they get." the smack of his hand against the back of your still-soaked underwear through the long t-shirt echoed, making you freeze in humiliation. "you're mine."

[muffinsin]

hi hi !

could you to HCs of the sisters and how they prefer sweet, romantic smut (if that makes sense). like i think dani would absolutely adore the slow, sensual, very loving stuff, but i wanna know your thoughts on it!!!

love ur writing btw, stay cool <3

Hiya, hon! :) Absolutely! Awhh, I can 100% see that. Our little romance bug for sure deserves some loving

The inbox is back open for the time being. Requests might be edited a little slow :)!

Let's get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

Starting off, it’s very fair to claim Bela isn’t the most…sexual, of people outside of a relationship

She doesn’t go chasing highs with people that mean little to her, with random women regularly throwing themselves at her. Usually, that is, at least

And while her view and eagerness on this certainly shifts when she gets with you, she still isn’t quite one to rush things, to be hectic, to be rough exclusively

She likes to draw things out, likes to make them intimate

Who said even rough sex can’t be deeply intimate and even romantic, after all? She finds a way

Then, one night, when you’re curled up in bed together and tangled in one another, you “confess”

That you too prefer soft, sensual sex

The romance, the love

Of course, the two of you have times when the two of you like to indulge in one another a little faster, a little more cautious because you have little time

But, no matter how desperate, Bela likes to take her time with you

She likes holding you, likes to cup your face in her hands

She likes being tangled in one another

Likes to feel your breath against her skin

She loves to make you shiver and plead for it

At other times, she loves being made to plead and gasp and moan, in return

Her favorite way of being with you is at night, the room drenched in the dark shades of the night and illuminated by the warm, cackling fire

She likes the gentleness, the love shared between the two of you

And while she is by far not as romantic as her sister, she likes this better than fast, rough sex

At other times she likes to speak to you softly

To tie you for her, to caress your flesh

To drown in your scent and make you down in the pleasure she can grant you

Should you behave for her, that is

Cassandra

A sharp contrast from her sisters, this one

While Bela prefers slow, sensual sex and Daniela melts the thought of romantic, slow, passionate lovemaking, Cassandra has…different thoughts

She isn’t quite one for love, and affection, and her behavior in the bedroom certainly reflects this

Normally, Cassandra is all for taking what she wants from whoever she wants

Fast, hard, rough

Often, this leaves her “lovers”- what a ridiculous thing to call them, given how she cares for them little more than one might care for a toy- hurt, aching, dead in the worst of cases

She never cared, would have never cared

Why?, after all?

It’s not like they were lovers to her

Tools

Toys

Pets

Until you

And even with you, even as she cares for you deeply, the thought of taking things slow, sensual and romantic is almost foreign to her

She gets off, to no one’s surprise, to hard, rough, fast, even painful things. Whether they’re done to her or she inflicts them upon others depends entirely on her mood

Cassandra just doesn’t understand the point of taking it slow. If she wanted to hold you, after all, she would do just that

But, when you approach her about your wish to try a different, a more gentle and romantic route, she’s willing to give it a try

Anything for you. Well. Most things for you, she insists

And while she finds she doesn’t necessarily like it, she doesn’t care

She loves to watch you at those times, to bask in your love and happiness

It isn’t about the pleasure for her, then, and she usually wanders off to handle things herself, the way she’s used to, even while listening to some of her prey’s screams if you had to guess

She insists, she doesn’t mind

She likes watching you enjoy yourself like that. It gives her a sense of relief, to know she’s capable of being gentle and loving as it comes to this, even if being like that always isn’t her thing

Daniela

Oh, Daniela

Our little romance bug, really

Out of her sisters, she is by far the most romantic one

And, in turn, the one craving romance the most too

While she can enjoy rough, fast sex, there's often times she just craves something else

Something loving, and gentle, something romantic

Something so pure and intimate

When her cheek is cupped instead of her hair or throat, when her lips are wet from soft kisses instead of bruised from rough make out sessions

Not that she doesn't like those things, too

Ah, but she just melts when she's tangled in bed with you, when she feels the love shared between the two of you

When it comes to being with you, she goes all out very often

A dimly lit room, candles scattered up and about

A fire cackling in the distance

Delicious scents filling your noses

Flowers set up

Sometimes, she even likes to scatter a few rose petals about for you

All this, of course, pouring her little heart out, in hopes of this love and these efforts being returned

She's gentle with you, loves to praise you

She just has a way of making you feel like you're the perfect person in the world. She loves you so much

When it's you in charge, she absolutely loves when you treat her gently

Slow, sensual touches

Gentle, hungry kisses placed against her skin

Her face held, cheek cupped, while your fingers drive in and out of her sopping wet core

Oh, and just how wet she gets for you...

She's leaking, her pussy a wet mess, overly sensitive for you in no time

She can't help it

She's addicted to feeling loved

[ilovesoapandnotthebar]

50 Shades of Platonic

( Warning its kinda spicy, but not really)

Sorry if it seems rushed I'm not one for slow burns. I love the idea of this, maybe i should do it with ghost.... who knows though. Anyway I promise I am working on the new chapter of 141 foundations soon-ish( I'm having a hard to with the POVs so.)

Let me know if you want to see this with ghost because I'm down to try!! Okay have fun reading.

Btw I recommend listing to this song when you read

( Not the music video that shits weird )

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The rain had been falling since late afternoon, sending a relaxed vibe over you. You sat curled up on the far end of your friend Soap's plush navy couch, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of honey tea that he made “just for you.” Soap lounged on the other end—bare feet on the coffee table, blanket haphazardly over one leg, remote in hand.

“So you’ve seriously never seen Fifty Shades of Grey?” he asked for the third time, raising an eyebrow.

You groaned. “Soap. I’ve managed to go twenty-something years without it. Why ruin the streak now?”

He gave you that lopsided grin—the one that made your stomach do that obnoxious little somersault—and shrugged. “Because it’s time. Besides…” He turned to face you more directly, voice dropping to a whisper. “You need to see what love looks like.”

That caught you off guard. You nearly choked on your tea. “That’s your example?! Bondage and control issues?!”

Soap laughed, and something softened in his expression. “I don’t mean that part. Just… the way someone goes all-in. You’ve been kinda alone lately. Thought it might remind you that passion still exists.”

He didn’t mean anything by it. He never did. Not the lingering looks when he thought you weren’t paying attention, not the gentle way he pulled blankets over you if you fell asleep on movie nights, not even the text he once sent at 1 a.m. that just said: You okay?

But you noticed everything. Every single thing.

The movie began. You tried to focus on it, truly, but it was hard with Soap’s arm now draped casually along the back of the couch, his body just close enough that you felt the warmth from his skin. The kind of warmth you’d imagined leaning into a hundred times but never dared to.

You chuckled under your breath as Christian Grey whispered some line about not doing romance.

“What?” Soap asked.

You shook your head, smiling into your mug. “Nothing. Just… people like to pretend they’re complicated when they’re just scared.”

The line lingered in the room longer than you expected. Soap turned toward you fully now, his expression unreadable.

“Is that how you see me?” he asked quietly.

Your mouth opened, then closed. “I was talking about the movie.”

“Sure,” he said, voice tight. “But is it true?”

The screen flickered in front of you, sound forgotten. It was raining harder now. You looked at him—really looked at him. At the Soap who always showed up. Who always cared just a little more than he admitted. Who never saw the way your heart reached for him quietly, every single day.

“I think…” you started slowly, “that you show love better than any movie ever could.”

His face changed then—softened, cracked open. He reached over, took the mug from your hands, and placed it gently on the coffee table. His hand brushed yours. Then lingered. And suddenly his fingers were laced with yours like they had belonged there the whole time.

“I thought you needed to be shown what love looks like,” he whispered.

“And you did,” you replied.

Soap’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, his eyes drifting from your lips back to your eyes—as if asking for permission without saying a word.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

You leaned in, slowly, heart pounding. When your lips finally met, it wasn't soft —it was warm and deep, a kiss soaked in all the nights of quiet longing and playful denial. His hand slid gently behind your neck, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting years for this moment, and maybe… he had.

The kiss lingered, the rain painting rhythm against the windows. His breath tickled your skin as he whispered against your mouth, “Still think you don’t know what love feels like?”

You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “I think I just figured it out.”

Soap chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Good. Because I’m not letting go now.” He turned his gaze to the Tv.

“Movie’s over,” he murmured, voice a low rasp that sent a shiver skimming down your spine. “I think i'll have you as the sequel Bonnie"

His fingers traced your jaw, slow and sure, before tilting your face toward his. The kiss that followed wasn’t asking questions—it was claiming answers. His lips moved against yours with heat and hunger, deepening into something that spoke of months of want, barely held back. His hand slid into your hair, the other splayed across the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

You gasped softly into his mouth, and he took that sound like a challenge, kissing you deeper, slower, letting it smolder.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said between breaths, voice thick and hoarse.

“I think I do,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “Because I’ve been waiting just as long.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—then under it—feeling the warmth of his skin as your touch traced the line of muscle along his side. Every breath between you turned heavier, every movement with more want.

Outside, the rain had stopped—but inside, thunder still crackled in the air between your bodies. And when Soap kissed you again, it was no longer soft. It was promise, possession, and something that had been building too long to be gentle much longer.

( sorry, to leave you like this, i don't know how to write smut or I would T-T )

[sumicchin]

CHIMES OF THE HEART

❃ a wind breaker (satoru nii) reader insert.

CHAPTER 2

Sakura needs to remind everyone that his apartment complex doesn't have galvanized steel extensions. (1.5k words)

content warnings: female reader, everyone testing sakura's patience

Nirei

No luck here on our end!

Tsugeura

nada here as well!!

Anzai

she's better at hiding than me that one time with KEEL

Takanashi

Skill issue

Sakura reads the messages his classmates sent in their group chat, all of them having the same result. They all decided to go by pair with the exception of the captains and kings as solo to respond quickly to their subordinates. Sakura found himself wandering near his apartment, what's already eerie in ambiance has been worsened by the rainy weather. The perfect hiding spot for a fugitive, he thinks. While there's the possibility the target already escaped to the next town, him feeling the target's skin told too much that the person wouldn't last long if the rain persisted.  'If only I was quick enough, I could've caught this person easily,' he mutters to himself. 

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and whisks it out swiftly. A message from Kusumi, one of Kaji's friends, was sent to all Bofurin students with a video attached.

Kusumi

Sent a video.

This is her right????

Sakura watched the short clip and sees the now clear figure of a girl hanging onto a lamp post, back hunched and labored breathing. His phone rang again, another message from Kusumi.

Kusumi

Kaji and I are near an alleyway by the bakery btw!

Come quick >< !!!!

I think she knows we're here but she's not moving (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Sakura doesn't understand, but he immediately runs to the said location. Just earlier, he was trying to fight this person, but now he's running with all his might under the rain for some stranger. 

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Many students had already arrived at the girl's location, but none of them knew how to handle the situation. Kaji, already waiting for about a minute or two, stepped forward but was pulled back by his shaggy-haired vice-captain. "She's gonna die from hypothermia if we keep acting like pussies," Kaji scowls. He turns his head back to the girl, only to see Umemiya next to her. Sakura arrives just in time to see Bofurin's leader take off his dark green tailcoat and put it over the trembling girl who hasn't moved an inch.

"We aren't here to harm you, we promise you that." Umemiya keeps his eyes on the girl whose lips are a shade of purple, hands gripping the lamppost already pruning.

What they didn't expect was to see their leader in a defensive stance as he blocked a punch directed to the face.

"Let us help you, please." He states with a firm tone while making sure he isn't gripping the girl's fist roughly. He felt like he was touching ice, and he needed to work his magic soon to save her fast. Umemiya was thinking of having someone come out and help him seize the girl, but he noticed the pressure on his arm was gone.

He felt a weight on his chest instead.

Everyone watches as the girl falls towards Umemiya, who is fast enough to catch and wrap his arms around her. He then proceeded to carry the unconscious girl who was barely breathing in his arms.

"Whose house is nearby, quick!"

Everyone looked at each other, until a certain first year raised his hand.

"My place is nearby, but I don't think it's the best place to keep her," Sakura says. Umemiya however argues that it's their best option so far, so they decide to rush over to his lodging. Some of the boys ran to shops to get supplies such as heat packs and warm soup.

Umemiya, Kaji, Tsubaki and the first years arrive at his seemingly run-down apartment a few minutes later, laying the girl down gently in Sakura's futon for warmth. Said homeowner unfortunately did not own pillows, but Nirei was kind enough to offer his lap as a makeshift cushion. Normally, Sakura would've been embarrassed by what he was seeing, but the severity of the girl's condition had him too worried to care about public displays of affection.

"Kaji says that his group is going to arrive soon with food and heat packs," Hiragi relays to Umemiya whose gaze is stern and clearly bothered, different from his usual demeanor.

Hiragi swears to himself that Umeyama's expression had something other than concern showing.

Suo and Tsugeura were seated oppositely at the girl's side, their much larger hands taking in her cold, paler ones to warm her up while waiting for the heat packs. Kiryu and Tsubaki offered to rush to Cafe Pothos and ask Kotoha for help and spare clothes. Not much was going on inside the room while they waited for the second years to arrive, with only the labored breaths of the girl permeating their senses.  

"So this is yer place," Hiragi tries to break the ice as he looks around the room, searching for at least one piece of furniture. "Didn't know yer a minimalist."

Everyone looks at the two of them, the room's atmosphere slightly lifting. Sakura however feels embarrassed, having his friends over in such a cramped space. "I-I don't have any need for furniture...just a waste of money."

Umemiya lets out a chuckle from his underclassmen's persistence, "I can get you a bean bag and some curtains if you'd like!"

Sugishita glares at Sakura upon hearing Bofurin's leader offer his rival free stuff, "You should be grateful Umemiya-san is offering you gifts!".

"It was pretty concerning the first time we came here..." Nirei says with Suo nodding in agreement, feeling the girl's hand feel warmer as time passed. "I have faith that Sakura will eventually learn how fun it is to decorate."

Other than warming her up, Tsugeura fiddled with the girl's hands as if he were massaging it. A thought suddenly appeared in his head, face scrunching up as he imagined it.

"Doesn't this mean that she's gonna stay here with Sakura for the night?"

Said homeowner exploded.

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A few hours passed, and everyone seemed to calm down a bit. After Kaji's group arrived, some of them bid their farewells but reassured they were willing to help if needed. Kiryu and Tsubaki arrived with Kotoha in tow, allowing her to clean and change the girl's clothing into warmer ones. They all sat in silence as they prepared warm food and drinks for everyone.

"So, is no one gonna fill me in?" Kotoha breaks the silence, everyone turning their heads towards her. Umemiya could only let out a weak chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry Kotoha, we didn't mean to keep you in the dark." Bofurin's leader turns to resident chatterbox Nirei, who still hasn't given up his job of makeshift lap pillow to retell the events—from the beat-up red light district traffickers to Umemiya almost getting squared in the face.

"She must've run away," Kotoha says looking at the near folder yet tattered kimono beside the girl.

Suo stares intensely at her sleeping figure whose breathing is now at a normal pace, "Perhaps she works at an izakaya...or even a brothel."

Everyone started formulating their own theories, on how this girl came to be and what drove her to act violently before succumbing to weakness.

"She looks like a princess while sleeping, straight out of a fairytale," Tsubaki says with smitten eyes, pushing away strands of hair covering her face. "I believe that Kotoha and I should be the first ones to have a talk with her once she wakes up."

No one seemed to reject the idea, so it was decided that they all go home to freshen up and come back once Sakura let them know she was awake. Upon hearing the idea, Sakura went into panic mode, asking his more experienced peers what to do if the girl woke up.

He was ignored.

So it was like that for hours.

The Haruka Sakura, resident bad boy lone wolf who happened to be given the flaw of being the worst at socializing, is now alone in his very humble (and minimalistic) abode with a girl who was now sharing his futon. He hasn't moved an inch since arriving at his own room, mind you. Every time he dared to make a move, to maybe freshen up since he stunk as hell from having damp clothes and a face full of wet concrete earlier, he suddenly retreated once he heard the girl make noises in her sleep.

Is it normal for girls to do that, he asks himself. His train of thought was broken when he heard actual words come out of her resting figure, repeating the phrase "Get away from me" with intensity.

His feet drag him towards the girl, her face sweating profusely and eyebrows knitted. She's having a nightmare.

Does he wake her up? Sakura finds himself reaching out to her but immediately retracts his arm. This internal warfare kept going until the girl calmed down on her own.

Nicely done, Sakura.

What he didn't expect was to suddenly have eyes staring back at him.

[obsessivelyloved]

No no your fine! (Btw this is the same anon who asked the question), but um could you do something with Tord with this sentence? “stop looking at the door, please”

(Preferably with reader; but you can decide if you’d like to add that)

I haven't written anything this long in like two years

CW: Kidnapping

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One moment you were walking home, the next, you were tied up in some guy's car, lying in the backseat. He looked giddy at the road as you screamed and begged through the gag in your mouth. He looked pained as he met your eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Stop tugging against the rope. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he scolded. Like he was really concerned for his victim. “We’ll be home soon.” 

You trembled, unable to stop yourself from tugging frantically at your wrists. The longer this went on, the more you felt as if someone was continuously dumping you into ice water. From your hogtied position on the seats, all you could see was the blue sky steadily dulling. It was hard to tell how long you lay there before the car stopped. 

The man opened the car door, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder. You couldn’t see any recognizable sights. 

“You poor thing” he crooned, pulling you closer to him. He inspected your wrists, clicking his tongue. He bends down and slings you over his other shoulder. 

Frantically, you darted your head around. Houses went on for all you could see. There were no road signs, and no people outside. No eyes to see you carried inside. The door closed and tears blurred your vision. He set you on a couch, humming. 

“No more tears, love. I’ll take a look at your wrists and get you out of these nasty ropes.” He wiped your face with his red sleeve, much gentler than you would have ever expected. 

Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe you could punch him? Or just, something! You had to be able to do something. 

He left the room and returned with…. pink fuzzy handcuffs? It was so absurd you almost stopped crying. 

“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “It was the only thing I could find on such short notice. I’ve got another pair coming in the mail, you’ll enjoy that color much more.” 

He sets the handcuffs down next to you, reaching down into his black jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade. He firmly grabs your wrists, pulling them as far as he could from your body. 

You sit as still as you can. With wide eyes, you watch as he cuts through the rope. You barely move your hands an inch out of the ropes before he swiftly closes the cuffs on your wrists.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

He pats your cheek, smirking. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You don’t bother trying to answer. Drool dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, pooling around the gag. 

Your kidnapper stands up straight, rolling his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to get you used to the house, my roommates will be home soon. They’re a bit… much. I don’t want to overwhelm you even more, sweetheart.” 

Nausea rolls through you. Your face felt hot and sticky, a fresh wave of hot tears starting again 

The man’s face softens. He reaches out, cupping your face. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re going to be fine. Let’s get you to my room and you can get cozy and start settling in.” 

He gathers you into his arms and over his shoulder again. This time, all you’re interested in is the blurry floor. Down a hall you go and into a bedroom. Laid down on the bed, you stare down at your wrists. From what you could see beneath the cuffs, they were an angry shade of red, rope marks snaking around your wrists. Tugging made it worse, pain shooting up your arms. 

The man moved around his room, singing under his breath. You couldn’t make out the words or what language it was. 

“Up we go now, dearest,” he says as he gently sits you up against his pillows. He has a different gag in his hands. 

As soon as he takes out the one you have, you rush out, “I won’t scream!” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. He paused, eyebrows furrowed and you added shakily, “Please. I-I promise I won’t scream.” 

He sets it on his nightstand beside the bed. 

“A single shout from you and it goes right back into your pretty mouth. Understand?” 

You violently shake your head. “Y-Yes. I, I understand.” 

He smiles at you, sitting down next to you. “Good. It’d be such a shame if your first night home was… unpleasant.” 

You tense, turning your head away from him. Your heart races as you look around his room. Against his wall was a bookshelf, with both books and robotic parts. A TV was raised flat against his wall. On his dresser was….. Pictures of you. 

Your hands grow clammy as your mind struggles to process what you are seeing. Pictures of you. Are on. His dresser. 

What the fuck. What the fuck. 

His eyes follow your line of sight and he cheeses at you. 

“They’re my favorite ones,” He chuckles. “It took me a while to get them. You’re hardly ever outside your house without work clothes.” 

You sitting in a nook, curled up against a wall reading a book with a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of you. You planting flowers. You excitedly looking at something, clearly beyond a camera. 

You in a cafe. In front of your house. At the mall. You don’t recall a single memory of the man beside you. Of ever seeing him in these places, much less someone pointing a camera at you.

“How long have you been…” your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “How long have you been watching me?” 

The man leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Too long,” he mumbles against your skin. He kisses you again, not minding the tears. 

“Tord!!” 

You jerk your head to the bedroom door. Hope rises against your better judgment but you have the sense not to scream. 

The bedroom door opens to reveal a brown-haired man in a green hoodie. “Tord, we found the- Oh, hello!” He smiles at you, eyes warm and face nonchalant. Like this was normal. “You’re here much earlier than expected.” 

You say nothing, staring wide-eyed. 

He turns to the man -Tord you’re assuming- and scolds him. 

“You were supposed to wait until we had dinner ready!” 

Tord sheepishly shrugs. “They were walking home! It was perfect timing!” 

The brown-haired man rolls his eyes and sighs. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells you. “But I suppose it’s good to let you get settled in first. I’ll be back with a hot drink.” 

He closes the door and like clockwork, you burst into sobs. You try to stifle them as best you can. It would be best not to test how loud it would take for you to be gagged again. 

You stare at the door as Tord pulls you close. “Oh honey,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be alright.” 

Tord grabs his remote on his nightstand and turns the TV on. You don’t need to look to know you’re hearing your favorite show. All you can do is helplessly stare at the door and strain your ears to hear how many other people are in the house. 

“Tom, move your damn vodka out of the fridge! You don’t need the whole pack cold at once!” 

One. 

“Oh so you can have all your soda cold but I can’t have my smirnoff in there?”

Two. 

“Not all of it’s mine! Some of it’s for Tord’s partner.” 

“Oh! They’re here?! I want to see them!” 

Three. 

“Wait until dinner. I’m sure the commie’s got his pants down by now.”

“Oh that’s just gross! Don’t talk like that Tom, it’s very rude. They in fact both had their pants on and clothing intact when I popped in.”

You don’t hear more than three voices bicker and move around. But still, it’s…. a lot. Four people total are keeping you in this house for god knows what reason. You refuse to think about the clothes comment. You wouldn’t you wouldn’t you wouldn’t or you were going to puke. 

“Stop looking at the door, please.” 

You nearly jump out of your damn skin hearing Tord’s voice. It snaps you out of your thoughts. You sniffle, taking deep breaths. You turn your attention to the tv and desperately try not to think about what fucked up situation you’re in.

[gothushi]

nikolai and/or Astarion…period feeding…both of you being constantly satisfied, you from the orgasms and him from the feeling of being full…

im going to literally faint.

this goes for both of them, but theyll totally be down for this, it’s one of their favorite things

nikolai just loves pampering you, loves to take care of you. so when you aren’t feeling well, he despises it. any sign of an ache or pain and he’s got this instinctual need to protect and soothe that makes him almost physically hurt if he can’t help. so ur poor cramps, ur back aching, ur muscles weak and sore, it all makes him pout a bit, makes him coo and pet over u and shush u as he makes u lay down.

he’d probably have a bunch of nice soft blankets down, muttering about not worrying about a mess, just relax. he’s got a little nest made up, and it absolutely reeks of u in the best way. (oh yeah, he loves tht ur scent is stronger on ur period btw) will make sure ur comfy as can be, maybe even has a heating pad/hot water bottle on ur front, behind ur back. keeps ur legs over his shoulders so ur not laying flat, easing ur back pain some. and ughhgf he just goes to town. he’s very gentle though, obviously ur sore and achey and it actually took quite a bit to even get u horny in the first place. his hands stay on ur hips and thighs, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh whilst he peppers little kissies all over. tries to build it up in a more romantic, intimate way but the smell of u is making his dick so hard it hurts, leaking, and his eyes are going out of focus here and there. so eventually he dives in. goes slow, moans like a pornstar against ur clit because good god is this the best thing he’s ever experienced, or what? it’s like his tongue has gained the sentience of his hands and is massaging you in ways u didnt know cld feel good. all the while he’s getting that delicious slick snd cum mixed with your blood. he gets greedier as time goes on, eating u out more fervently. he can feel his mood lightening, his body becoming satisfied not only with making u feel good but the feeding itself. makes him feel strong, fast. gets more growly and huffy against ur cunt too, drooling a bit but making sure to get every last drop on his tongue.

likes to flatten his tongue over ur hole and feel u physically leak onto him, makes him moan lewdly whilst his eyes roll from the taste and the rush he gets from it before moving back up to suckle at ur clit so u can cum again. will not be shy about parting ur thighs more and using his thumbs to spread ur cunt open, holding ur aching lips apart so he can get every last drop.

astarion my beloved boy. he’s also one who just gets so mad when u don’t feel good. like, he wants to make it better instantly, hates to see u suffer like that even if it’s a minor thing. if ur still traveling with the others, he takes over ur duties and stuff so u can just rest under a tree in the shade, curled up with scratch taking a nap. kinda the same if u’ve both settled down in a home too, does the chores u normally do, insists that u rest and stay where u are, keep reading ur book i’ve got dinner under control. very fussy this man is. again, probably enjoys a good nest. wants u to be comfortable so he finds what position u feel best in. i think he’d be the same in like .. going slow at first, more gentle and romantic turning more passionate and needy eating u out.

sharp fangs graze ur skin on either side of ur clit, his tongue peaking out to lap up a bit of slick. gets a taste of u and has to physically hold back whimpering between ur thighs. soooo many compliments too, cooing and soothing u sweetly between sucks, licks, laps. ranging from how good u taste, how sweet u smell to him, to how amazing and strong u make him feel from feeding. it boosts his ego to have u whining and crying, grabbing his hair and feeling unbelievably pleasured. he feels happier, stronger just as nikolai does when feeding. practically makes out w ur pussy, and unlike nikolai, astarion is a bit of a messy eater. he nvr used to be until u came along.. has blood and slick and cum smeared on his chin, coating his fingers because he can’t resist stretching u out some, suckling the mess off his digits with a huffed noise.