#sinfully funny

[siiin]

rip AM you would’ve loved imagining yourself along to three days grace i am machine

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Oh, great.... Phoebus is still signed up for the Hunger Games, isn't he?! And the last session, he was replaced by a Jar of Dirt, so does that mean he is obligated to join, even in this dulled state?!"

"-"

"Well, the Jar of Dirt went pretty far....."

"I am not subjecting my brother to brutality when he can't defend himself!!"

"He can barely defend himself when he was lucid."

"You know what I mean."

[yuujispinkhair]

Attending a formal family event with Sukuna

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff with some sexual implications. 1.3k words. Minors don't interact. Divider @/plutism

You didn't want to go to your great-aunt's 80th birthday party, where you only know about a third of the people, but they all seem to know you, and you are expected to do awkward small talk. But you couldn't back out, and now you are here in this fancy hotel, wearing a party dress and uncomfortable shoes with heels that make you feel wobbly on your feet.

But luckily, Sukuna is next to you, letting you hold onto his strong arm so you won't make a fool of yourself by falling in front of everyone. When you think about it, it was very easy to convince your boyfriend to accompany you. You even got the impression that he was happy that you wanted to bring him along to such a big family event, letting even the most distant family member know that Sukuna is the man in your life.

And surely, everyone knows by now. Sukuna has all eyes on him. He stands out with his imposing figure, the pink hair, and the face tattoos and various piercings. You can see the curious glances he gets, but Sukuna is someone who doesn't give a fuck, and instead even basks in the attention he gets, always grinning smugly at everyone who looks his way. And he never lets go of you, making sure everyone knows who he is here with.

It makes you feel strangely proud, too. You won't say it so as not to feed your boyfriend's arrogance even more, but you are beginning to enjoy the looks Sukuna receives. It feels good to show him off as your boyfriend. He looks sinfully good in his black pants and the black dress shirt that sits so snugly on his athletic figure, accentuating his broad shoulders and all the firm muscles.

But it's not just that Sukuna is sexy eye candy on your arm. You are grateful he is by your side because you feel much more at ease with him keeping you company. As boring and awkward as events like these can be, Sukuna is making it better, just like he always makes everything better.

He stands behind you close enough so you feel his tall, firm body brush against you, giving you comfort and security. And providing constant entertainment.

Sukuna leans down to rest his chin on top of your head, hugging you loosely and watching the crowd with his cat-like eyes, analyzing everyone in this room and sharing his deductions with you in his sexy, low voice the whole time.

You laugh and sometimes exclaim in mock outrage, but you find Sukuna's comments very fitting and funny. Your boyfriend is always a first-class shit-talker, and at least the hours pass faster when he is here to make you laugh with his surprisingly accurate character studies of each and every family member.

You catch yourself leaning against Sukuna, resting more of your weight on him, knowing he can easily take it. And he hums approvingly.

One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, Sukuna's large hand sprawling casually and yet possessively over your stomach, high enough so he can feel your heart beating under his fingers. A heart that is currently picking up speed because you can feel Sukuna's firm muscles press against your back, and his breath is ghosting over your neck before he places a soft kiss right under your earlobe.

The band starts to play, and all the older couples gather on the dance floor and wave at you to join them. You shake your head apologetically, but Sukuna takes your hand firmly in his and tugs you along, making you complain all the way to the dancefloor, telling Sukuna that you can't dance, but he just laughs and grins that boyish grin at you,

"Doesn't matter what you can or can't do, princess. I'll take the lead, so don't worry."

Sukuna spins you around the dance floor amidst the elderly couples as if he is doing this for a living. You stare at him with big eyes, while Sukuna smirks smugly and informs you that his grandpa taught him and Yuuji how to dance because he said a man needs to know how to take his girl dancing.

You realize you have already relaxed in Sukuna's arms, letting him take control and trusting him blindly to keep you upright. You see several nods of approval from the couples around you as you dance past them - or rather, your boyfriend steers you past them.

"I think you are winning their hearts, baby."

"Of course I am."

After a few more songs, Sukuna leads you back to your table, and you lean into his side and whisper a thank you to him, not even knowing what you tank him for right now. For dancing with you, or for making an effort to get your family to like him, or just for being here with you.

Sukuna answers it with one of his rare dazzling smiles and a whispered, "I love you," which you return with an equally whispered, "I love you, too," and a soft smile.

Your great-aunt pulls you to the side later and tells you that your boyfriend is such a handsome young man. She doesn't really like the face tattoos, but oh, it doesn't matter, right? If that is what young people do nowadays, and he looks good with them and is so handsome and so tall! Such a charming young man!

"Does he make you happy?"

You nod and beam at your great-aunt, unable to stop smiling from ear to ear,

"Yes, he does. He makes me very happy."

And she gets that cheeky expression on her face and nods knowingly,

"Oh, I bet that goes for every aspect of your relationship, huh?"

She winks at you, leaving no doubt about what she is implying. And you feel your face heat up, stuttering nervously and trying to laugh it off while your great-aunt pats your arm and tells you,

"Make sure to keep him, honey. A handsome, tall man who makes you happy and looks like he can protect you is always a good choice!"

You walk back to Sukuna, who is leaning casually against the wall with his hands shoved into the pocket of his suit pants. There's a shit-eating grin on his beautiful face, and you roll your eyes as you stop in front of him and tilt your head to look up at your boyfriend's face.

"What did your aunt say about me, princess?"

"Basically that you are very handsome and that she thinks you are good in bed."

The smug smirk on Sukuna's face grows even bigger, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, making you sway a bit on your heels, so you stumble against him and end up bracing yourself with both hands on Sukuna's chest. He sounds far too conceited when he says,

"Well, she is right. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sukuna cocks his head, waiting for your confirmation, and you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes with a matching teasing grin on your face. You slowly lean closer to Sukuna's tattooed face, pressing a little kiss on his cheek before you look deeply into his amused maroon eyes,

"I don't know, baby. Maybe I need a little reminder."

And Sukuna laughs softly,

"Oh, don't worry. I'll refresh your memory all night. And I promise to be very thorough."

His tongue flicks out to lick over your lips teasingly before it pushes into your mouth, and Sukuna kisses you deeply while his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to his tall, muscular body.

Maybe that 80th birthday party wasn't so bad after all.

I AM SIGHING SO LOUD 😭😭💗💗 I have no idea why I thought of this scenario, but it wouldn't leave my mind anymore, so I HAD to write it. The thought of bad boy Sukuna being able to charm your family into liking him makes me very soft for him :((

I hope you enjoyed it!! Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs and comments would be very sweet 💗

[alexiroflife]

"i missed you"

MDNI, so much suggestive everything, a little fluff but in the sukuna kind of way

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: sukuna will never say i miss you, but he will surely show you how much he does when you come home

to sum it up: just a late night thought

WC: 1,816

Warning(s): smut, literally just porn, sukuna has a dirty mouth, a whisper of overstimulation

Sukuna would take out a whole city before he openly admits that he misses you, which unfortunately isn't something you would entirely put past him.

You don't expect him to tell you when he wants to see your face, but you do, however, grow rather accustomed to the way he blows up your phone while you're away with family. When you're given a second to check your notifications, text after text after text lines up from your boyfriend, demanding to know where you are and what you're doing every second of the damn day.

And when he's not making inquiries about every little detail of your life from the moment you wake up to when you go to sleep, he's demanding you return home with empty threats that you know will never be carried out.

-> come home before the next sunrise or you will no longer be welcome within the estate.

-> i've changed my mind. come home tonight, or i am moving your stuff out of our room tomorrow morning.

-> are you seeing my texts? i know you can read. uraume taught me about what this device calls read receipts. answer me now. you are returning home, yes?

-> dammit, woman, just bring your ass back here. what more do you want?

You snort at the texts, your chest warming with endearment at his funny way of expressing his longing for you. He will pull every card, every bluff, every trick besides physically saying that he misses you, and you expect nothing less. After all, if he didn’t, he wouldn't be the Ryomen Sukuna you fell in love with. Somehow, this is more entertaining... just more Sukuna.

When you finally do return home, though, you're in for it. You're hardly even rolling your suitcases to the doors before Sukuna is swinging them open with an aggravated face upon seeing you. You grin widely.

"Kuna! I'm back!"

"Get the fuck in here."

He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, abandoning your luggage and calling for Uraume to take care of it later. You giggle to yourself as Ryomen carries you with one arm to his chambers, kicking the door closed behind him and tossing you onto the large king bed that the two of you share.

"Well, don't act too excited," you tease.

"Quiet," he demands, voice menacingly low. Sharp hunger swirls in his crimson eyes as he approaches you, the shadow of his burly figure enveloping your frame as he towers over you at the edge of the bed. Your eyes go wide and your heart suddenly pounds in anticipation.

"Wait," you start, reaching a hand out. "Hold on-"

You yelp, the king of curses dragging you harshly by your ankle to the edge. He leans over you, his nose brushing against yours as his blood-red irises seer into your own. He studies you like a predator analyzing its prey before pouncing, devouring. You gulp, innocent lashes batting up at him as heat consumes your body. You know exactly what’s coming to you.

Just then, in his closeness, you remember how much you've missed him while you were away. His scent enrobes you, his eyes undressing you sinfully before he can even rip your clothes from your body. You rub your thighs together in a poor attempt to ease the sudden ache between your legs, and his gaze grows darker.

"You're never leaving this room ever again without my say so," he seethes, a declaration so firm that you almost believe he is being serious, and perhaps in his mind he is.

Your lips quirk up slightly. "Did you miss me that much?"

"Silence," he growls, hooking his fingers into your shorts and tugging them down harshly. You gasp and he tosses them over his head, caging you beneath his mass. "We're not going anywhere until I feel like I've successfully made up for all the time we’ve lost while you were away."

This is your favorite part of returning home from trips, though you don't go away without Sukuna often unless it's to see your family. You hate being away from the king of curses, even if it's for longer than a day. He's got you trained by his hand, somehow, yearning for his touch as though you'll crumble to pieces without it.

But the second you reunite, he has your thighs pressed up with your knees to your ears, hunched over your quivering bare frame, your stomach and legs already coated with three layers of your own fluid. He works his dick into you like it's the last time he ever will, slamming into the warmth of your sloppy pussy as you clench around him helplessly.

You’re whining, begging for more though you've already been given so much, your pretty eyes a fucked out daze as you stare up at him behind low lids, pretty lips parted and slick with his spit. He missed this. He missed seeing you ruined for him, seeing you lay back and struggle to take his fat cook as he bullies it into you with no remorse, feral for impossibly deeper access. And hell, he’d never say it, but he missed you. Your pretty face, your sounds, the smell of your sweet sweat and juices invading Sukuna's senses that are absolutely mouthwatering.

"You keep tryin' to keep this filthy cunt away from me, huh?" he pants, watching as your body rocks back and forth wildly against the mattress. "Fucking shameful. You know you can never take her from me, so I'm not sure why you continue to try..."

"M-n-not," you gasp, your words hardly audible as they melt into the plethora of pathetic moans that string from your swollen lips.

Sukuna presses himself down against you, bare chest to your tits as he fucks you into pace, his lips turning to your ear. "No?" he grunts, pulling back to blow harshly into you, his thick length ramming against your walls and nudging that sweet spot inside you over and over. You cry, clinging to his back and digging your nails into his tatted skin. "Then why the fuck didn't you come home when your king demanded?"

"Pl-hah-pleaseee, k-kuna- nghhh- was with my-my parents," you babble.

"You were with your parents," he repeats mockingly. "Do you think I care for something so unimportant? I called for you. Not your parents."

His hips thrust harshly with the gruff groan of his voice, and he feels your puffy, greedy walls tighten around him.

"Oh? This pussy loves being punished, doesn't it?" he smirks against you. "You're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?"

"Mmmm!"

Sukuna rips himself back, reaching down to clench his thick fingers around your throat. Your jaw hangs open, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head while his other hand claws at the plush of your damp thigh. "Answer me properly, brat," he hisses. "Use your fucking mouth."

"Y-Yesss!"

"Yes what?"

"M'a whore for your cock, Kuna! Only for you, all for you," you whimper, tears streaming down your pretty face.

"Fuck, I fucking know you are." He spears his dick into, rough, deep, heavy thrusts as the sound of your arousal squelches around him. He looks down, watching with a twisted grin as you coat him in a creamy white ring. "How the hell could you think to hold out on me like this, peach? She'so fuckin' loud."

"S'all yours," you whimper, and Sukuna squeezes harder at your throat, leaning in to brush his lips over your gaping mouth.

"I know that, I don't need you fuckin' telling me," he growls. "All mine. You're mine. You belong to me. You’re not going anywhere else without me. Don’t you even think about it.”

And you're nodding dumbly, eyes barely open.

"You better look at me, girl," he demands, and you snap your eyes back open to peer into his consuming, lust-filled stare. He smiles deviously. "Yeahhh. Keep looking at me while I fuck you stupid."

"Goddd, it's so good..! So good, feel'so good," you slur. Sukuna hums, eying every detail of your face as you curl your brows and moan beautifully into his mouth.

"Fucking gorgeous slut," he grunts. "You better not fucking leave me again, brat, you better fucking not. You've got a lot of nerve, thinking you can take this pussy away from me. You do it again, and I will break you."

"Y'already breaking me- ah fuck!" you cry, screwing your eyes shut the moment his tip brushes your cervix. His hand around your throat moves to grip your cheeks. He pulls you up to his face, smearing a hot kiss against your squished lips, then grabs your hips harshly, plowing into you impossibly faster. "Kuna! Can't! I can't, m'gonna cum again!"

"Yeah? Good. When you do, you're gonna take mine too while I fuck my cum into you. Maybe then that'll make you fucking remember to come to me when I call for you."

The noises coming from your room are obscene. The bed is rocking dangerously against the floor and the wall as Sukuna practically splits you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he traps you beneath him again, sinking his fangs into any patch of skin he can find as you scream out, scratching angry red lines down his well-toned back.

"Mmm, that's right. Keep screaming' for me. Take it like a good fucking slut."

He's filthy, balls smacking against your ass as he seeks your release, and he can feel you clenching tighter and tighter. He groans, pushing in deeper, pressing into you harder.

"Oh shit, please- m'cumming, m'cumming, please let me cum!" you beg, trembling beneath him.

"Fucking do it. Cum all over this cock, peach."

You curl into him, face falling into a mute moan as your eyes disappear into your skull and you rub up into Sukuna. His hand flies to your arched back, holding you against him as he pumps you full, riding out your high until his hot load shoots into your dripping heat soon after, painting you white.

There's so much of it, too. It seems to never end as it drips from where you're connected and runs down your legs. Sukuna growls out animalistic sounds, biting hard into your neck and burrowing his nose in your shoulder as he continues his pace, slowly, then back to a normal space.

You jerk against him, trying to push away. "Oh fuck! N-no, Sukuna, ple- hah! Please, I can't! Too much!"

"Shut the fuck up," he demands, lifting up to slap a hand over your mouth. Your dizzy eyes stare at him widely as he works his cum back into you with his hefty strokes. He exhales harshly, brows angling. "I told you I wasn't letting you leave. You left me, now I expect you to make up for it." 

Yeah… he sure did miss you alright.

[bitchface24-7]

THE GORGEOUS PROFESSOR TALIS

synopsis: You didn't think Professor Viktor was the only heartthrob at Piltover Academy, did you? Meet his charismatic, undeniably gorgeous partner, Professor Talis. But please, call him Jayce.

warnings: again age gap (Jayce’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, switch!jayce, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m (implied future m/m/f or m/m/m)

Professor Talis doesn’t have his own class at the Academy, instead he and Professor Viktor alternate in “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101.” The two professors are trying to incorporate a lab aspect to the class; so it's not just theory.

There have been many times Professor Talis (please call me Jayce) has taken over from Viktor due to unforeseen circumstances, such as Viktor having a flare-up in pain and being unable to lecture for three hours straight.

Professor Jayce and Professor Viktor have many similarities. They're passionate, intelligent, and quite funny. But it's their differences that set them apart.

Professor Viktor’s voice is smooth, sultry, and his accent makes everything sound sexy. He's got the perfect voice to do ASMR to make people fall asleep.

Professor Jayce is much more hyper. He talks a bit louder and a bit faster than his partner. But his enthusiasm and bright smile make it endearing to witness.

He's also much broader and taller than Professor Viktor. His shoulders are wide, his waist is narrow, and his thighs are begging to be bitten into.

He's got messy hair, a glorious beard, and a microscopic smattering of grey at his temples. He's got a strong jaw, big eyes, pouty lips, a tantalizing neck, and sinfully beautiful body. He too has a brace, except it's on his opposite leg. And his leg seems to be stronger than his partners.

He's also got incredibly sharp canines. You can't help but squish your thighs together envisioning how they'd feel against your neck, your chest, your thighs.

Professor Jayce seems to enjoy receiving praise just as much as giving it to his students. You'll never forget the time you complemented his teaching style and he got all flushed. Shyly looking down as a sweet smile graced those plump lips.

You wanted to devour that man right then and there.

One day, you almost did.

Professor Talis had just casually walked into the classroom, wearing an all-black outfit with red detailing. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair artfully messy, and his slacks obscenely tight.

You felt like leaping across the desk like a lioness to feast on the meal right before your very eyes.

Professor Jayce seemed to be oblivious to the stares he received. You thought that until he stopped right in front of you; ceasing his walk around the classroom, and his bulge was damn near eye level with you.

It was big. Massive really, and quite girthy from what you could make out in the dark fabric. You coquettishly look up as you suck on your lolly, knowing exactly what you're doing.

Professor Jayce just quirks an eyebrow at you as he taps his finger on your table, making you look down at your sheet of paper, “Have you finished your assignment?”

You can't help but impishly nod, “Yes, Professor Talis.” as you give a long lick on your lollipop before popping it into your mouth.

Professor Talis’ eyes darken as his jaw clenched. He's heard about you from Viktor. The smart, slutty student who has a throat to die for and delectable moans that'll keep your spank bank full until the next time you need them.

Jayce just smirks at you and tells you to stay behind after class, there's something he needs to discuss with you.

You were curious.

You weren't expecting to be folded like a pretzel as your gorgeous professor pounded away into you like it was his last day on earth.

Your body is delectably sore, you're stuffed to the brim in cum, and you have bruises all over your body. Hickies surround your neck and chest, hand shaped bruises are on your hips and thighs. You even have some bite marks. You had a feeling his canines would feel amazing. Called it!

You also called it that Professor Talis enjoys praise and being told what to do. Telling him how good his cock feels and that he's doing amazing really amped him up.

You can't help but wonder how demolished you'll be once both Professor Viktor and Jayce get their hands on you.

(You’ll die very happy and very satisfied)

[on-leatheredwings]

Mr. Sandman (18+)

Yandere Jason Todd / AFAB Reader

> romantic  > tw/cw: non-con, somno. reader has a vagina, piv sex, creampie(s). > Jason just can't get enough of you when you're awake; why would that change when you're asleep? > a/n: my first jason solo!!! WE UP! im a sucker for simpering, weak, vulnerable jason sowwyyyy . he needs u spiritually what can i say . > word count: 1.1k

Jason knows he shouldn't be doing this.

But who could blame him? You’re just so gorgeous. And so smart, so funny, so generous and so– so perfect. You are his god. He is your faithful acolyte. And your cunt is his altar of choice.

Jason glances himself in the mirror across your bedroom. He’s a hulking mass of muscle on all fours, hovering above your gently sleeping body. It would be a shock you haven’t woken up yet, if not for his stealth. He padded onto your bed, knowing just where the mattress would give soundlessly under his solid weight. Underneath him, you’re none the wiser. Innocent. Ripe and for the taking.

He shouldn't be doing this, he reminds himself, despite his bare erection already weeping precum in anticipation. 

You took him into your embrace, like a savior to a wounded dog. You decided he was loveable, of all things. 

He shouldn't be doing this, he tells himself again, despite his hands starting to wander. Your nipples poke sinfully through his wifebeater, breasts nearly spilling out of it anyway. You’ve dictated it to be your new set of pajamas. It’s much too long for you, falling past the start of your thighs. He peels it up, slowly, carefully. He leaves it to bunch at your collarbone, revealing your naked breasts. He swallows an appreciative groan, leaning forward and suckling on a nipple.

It’ll just be some heavy petting. Just some kissing. Just some marks so people know you’re his – he knows what to say so you won’t mind that too much in the morning. Just– just a few touches.

But then Jason’s hand wanders downwards. And when he cups your cunt with his hand – his throat tightens; he bristles, stiffens; heady desire intoxicates him and fogs his mind – all restraint comes crashing down. 

He was a damn idiot to think he could resist.

“Okay– Just a little. Just a little, I swear,” Jason groans, little more than a whisper, betraying his attempts at being quiet.

Jason, with expert vigilante fluidity, hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. He lowers and shuffles back to an eye-level view of your cunt, waiting prettily just for him.

He draws circles around your clit with his fingers, using his abundant precum as lube. A man possessed, he could watch all day at how easily and nicely you let his fingers in.

Fuck, you were made just for him, he bets. It’s not only his cock your pussy remembers; your body accommodates, obeys, and wettens in response to every part of his own. He’s barely even trying, pumping his digits back and forth. You’re basically drawing him in. 

Your mouth drops open, a soft whine falling out, and he freezes. His fingers are still stuffed in your puffy cunt. After a few seconds, you continue dozing off, although your brows pinch together with pleasure.

If you can wake up at any second, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least go the full mile. He slips his fingers out. Another whine from you. I know, I know, baby, he thinks. You’ll be full again soon enough. Jason slides forward and makes you both fit together puzzle pieces, cock against your folds. “Just the tip, I promise,” Jason says again. And so he continues. 

He’s in. He lets out a relieved sigh, nearly moaning. He’s in.

… But it’s not enough.

Before Jason knows it, he’s pushing forward, entering you fully. And every inch is well-earned – your tightness has him choked, panting and gasping. Yeah, he reassures himself. He fucking belongs here.

It takes him no time at all to start fucking his precum into your cunt. A near-frothy ring of cream grows at the fat base of his cock, a product of his speed and fervor. If he had the mind to, he’d be embarrassed at his desperation. But then he grinds your clit down against the root of his cock, frotting against your walls, and he could not be at all fucked to care.

Jason could start laughing, fucking you with wild abandon. As soon as he climbed on this bed, this was out of his hands. How did he ever think he’d be able to stop? He can’t even try to quiet down anymore. There’s the sound of skin colliding bouncing through the room, your mattress creaking from the intensity of him pounding you, and of course, his own heavy breathing. Fuck, fuck. Despite the noise, he can’t help it – he needs this.

Finally, the hot coil in him snaps. He shudders violently, veins visible in his arms and temple, mouth falling open into a moan. Face-to-face with you at this point, his breaths tickle against your cheek.

On his third orgasm, he’s finally spent. He marvels at the mess he’s made – the inside of your thighs is slick with his own makings, pearly white smeared across the canvas that his your skin. Your abused cunt is swollen and so, so pretty. His cock is still firing ropes into your body. 

Jason can't bear to withdraw himself, mind drunk with pleasure. Suddenly drowsy, Jason has to stop himself from collapsing on top of you. He gently lowers himself to lie down facing you. Both of you are on your sides, his cock still buried in your warmth.

You start to wake up, blinking away the blearly tendrils of sleep. You glance black hair and a shock of white. Mm. Jason, your sleepy mind thinks. Good. Great, even. The allure of continuing your slumber calls, as he rocks you back and forth, the motion almost sedative. Hips meeting yours, cock rutting into you…

Wait–

Your eyes fully snap open, body on high alert. You gasp.

“Jay–?” you squeak. Now fully awake, you register the full presence of his length in you and the pleasurable throb in between your thighs. And the utter stickiness of your thighs. 

Startled, Jason wakes up with a jerk. He doesn’t normally fall into such deep sleep. He feels panic rise. He was supposed to wake up after just a few minutes…!

“Fuck–” he begins, fumbling to roll away and unsheathe himself. But you curl a fist around the collar of his shirt, like pulling on a leash. You two stare at one another, both bodies still sweaty and warm. Your cunt is still full with him, his seed. Leaking. 

Fear thunders through Jason at getting caught. 

But then you pout. So cute, his dumb animal brain instinctively thinks. Even though you’d argue to him that you’re nothing of the sort. You smile mischievously, sinking onto his cock an inch.

“Now, Jay,” you say, tutting. “You should’ve woken me up first.”

[warandpeas]

So, here’s the deal: after we dropped this comic and it turned out to be a success, we felt this itch—an almost physical urge—to revisit it. Not to remake it per se, but to refine, to tweak, to smooth out those minor imperfections that only become visible in hindsight, like hairline cracks in a mirror that otherwise reflects something whole.

Then, along comes this offer from a print studio, and not just any print studio but one with three locations across the globe, which is kind of a big deal if you think about it. Their whole operation is basically the dream scenario for anyone who cares about what they're producing: colors that aren’t just bright but seem to vibrate on some kind of metaphysical level, like they’ve bypassed your retina and gone straight to the part of your brain responsible for wonder. And let’s not forget the paper. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill, office supply store stuff. We’re talking thick, textured, almost sinfully durable paper. Like, you could probably frame this without glass, and it would still hold up against the minor apocalypses that tend to occur in your living room.

Selected Funnies

Speaking of frames—another thing. They’ve got this black one that’s absurdly high-end, so good that they don’t just frame the print, they frame you, like they re-contextualize your entire existence as someone who actually cares about aesthetics. Which, if we’re being brutally honest, is part of the reason for the price, and we get it: some of you have raised an eyebrow or two about the cost, and we don’t blame you. But here’s the thing: The price isn’t arbitrary. It’s a function of the quality and the ethically sound supply chain. Yes, it’s on the higher end of the spectrum. Yes, it’s an investment. But imagine this: your artistically disaffected friends and the snobbish dinner guests whose approval you secretly crave? They’re going to stand in front of this print, struck dumb, maybe for the first time in their lives, because they’re faced with something they can’t cynically deconstruct. And isn’t that worth it?

Selected Funnies

[carminejade]

I Want to Hold Your Hand

When you moved into your new Hab, you hadn't expected things to be anything but normal. You minded your own business, you were polite to the florets and their towering plant based owners, and you maintained a robust lifestyle to avoid the risk of Wellness Checks. Life was good!

“Nyaaah! Moooore more please more!”

Maybe not when your neighbors were screaming like that. You had nothing against the affini and her floret, but she also encouraged her floret to be super loud whenever they got like this. You weren't sure what they got up to, it wasn't your business, but to your knowledge you were the only one bugged by it. Normally, you'd just tune it out with loud music or go for a walk, but it wasn't exactly the best day for it. It was a delightful rainy day, perfect for compiling a coffee and a good book, and reading by the window. You didn't want loud music, and certainly didn't want to walk in the rain. 

“Aaahn! Y- Yessssshhhh! Fuuuuuuck!”

Taking a breath, you decided enough was enough. You would be polite but firm! Setting your new book aside, you made your way to the door in your slippers and cozy clothes. The hallway connecting all of the hab units looked like something out of the kind of hotels that cost several million to stay at for a single night. The carpet was so soft and whispery under your slippers as you went to the hab right beside yours. The door was the right size for an affini, so you tapped the doorbell and waited politely. The pleasured wailing of the floret immediately stopped, and you couldn't help but feel just a little worried about why it was so quiet. The door slid open abruptly, startling you out of your thoughts.

The floret, a girlish little thing swayed with a dopey smile. Faer body was covered in different colored dusts and liquids. The floret’s eyes briefly focused on you. “Oh heeeyyyyyaaaah~” A trio of vines were working behind faer, rubbing patterns into faer back with serpentlike motions. “H- Heeeeiiii Hiiiii ne- neighborrr~” Fae was drooling, both from faer mouth and the tiny pink cage poking out of faer bikini. 

You greet the self-identified toy, and start to mention the noise levels. “Oh yeah! Hehe yeeeah~ Mistress just loves making me make all sorts of funny sounds~” You can’t help but let out a sigh of exhaustion as the floret starts to moan again from the vines. 

“We’re so sorry about disturbing you, petal.” The affini is in the door now, towering behind her floret as her vines do… something to faer from behind. “I simply adore playing with my toy, and letting everyone hear fae as I play faer like an instrument is one of my greatest joys. Dear little thing? Please apologize to them for not thinking of their noise preferences.” 

You try to dissuade her, telling her you just wanted to lower the noise level a bit to enjoy your rainy day. Her floret has none of it as fae grabs onto your hand. “I… I’m uh… I’m shuper shorie neighbor… w- wun… wunt happ again…” You freeze, the sensation being… new.

The skin was smooth, contouring against your palm like gel. Faer thumb gently traced the arching profile of yours, adjusting the grip ever so gently. There was an almost kneading sensation as fae flexed faer palm ever so imperceptibly. The handshake dissolved rapidly as fae gave you another dreamy smile, gently running faer fingers onto your palm without separating your hands. Electric currents ran through your palm, every nerve ending lighting up at the delicate feathery touch across your hand. Time felt… stiff as fae maintained contact while slowly maneuvered so your hands were now pressed palm to palm. You couldn’t look away from those half-lidded eyes as fae slid faer hand down. 

A wave of sensation ran down your arm as fae undoubtedly smeared whatever fae were covered in along your hand. And yet… you couldn’t care. Fae ran those velvety fingertips down your palm, shivers permeating and stopping almost sinfully early halfway down your palm. Those fingers slid and you felt faer drag perfectly manicured nails up your palm at an agonizingly slow pace. The ball of faer hand brushed yours ever so gently, the barest bump of an impact against yours. Your fingertips dragged down faer smooth, flawless fingers. Those delicate, soft porcelain digits slowly curved downwards as they passed above your fingertips. The delicate pads pressed down on your nails to pin your hand in place.

“You’re… sorta cute…” Fae giggled at you, faer hand sliding down to lock fingers with you. Their skin was so smooth and gentle on yours, tingling waves of pleasure firing through your synapses as fae traced little spirals between your knuckles. That delicate thumb rubbed small circles on the bridge between your thumb and index while keeping your gaze on faer. A small tug on your wrist, and vines were gently tipping your chin upwards. Smaller vines slowly ensnared your wrist and rubbed more electric tingles into your arms. Flowers traced the barely there veins on your arm as the affini gently led you in.

“Come on in, petal. You can see if we’re being quiet enough for you, alright?” You nod gently as the door closes behind you, the floret never easing faer grip on your hand. That beautiful, perfectly sculpted hand.

[siiin]

“incorrect quote posts suck!” TO YOU

i on the other hand eat that up every time someone does it with their ocs. like hell yeah let me understand a dynamic of the blorbos from your brain through the lens of an established script. put ‘em in the scenarios

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 7)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: sex jokes.

You woke up to the feeling of something lightly combing through your hair. "Damian, stop poking me." you groaned.

"Do not compare me to that brat," a low voice grumbled.

Azrir.

You were about to scream, but they covered your mouth before you could let out a sound. "Hush, little prize," they murmured. "I merely want to see how you are treated. Is this some paltry guest bedroom?"

"No, this is my bedroom," you admitted, once Azrir let you talk. "It's . . . just a little plain."

"It's positively threadbare," Azrir noted in disgust. "Does your family know? What about your father?"

"He doesn't come here often."

"Subpar, but not unexpected." Azrir looked at you wolfishly. "Would you like me to help?"

"Um . . ." You shrank. "What will happen to me if I agree?"

"Nothing that isn't already happening. Your soul is already damned to hell, thanks to your mother. And I want my little prize to have a nice place to sleep." Azrir squeezed your face together so your lips exposed your teeth. "Would you like me to help?"

You felt a spring jab you into responding. "Yes. I would like nicer things, please. Like a mattress that doesn't hate me."

"Of course, dear bounty."

Your room shifted before your eyes. Your bed became softer and more plush, your blankets became thicker, and you now had a bedfellow.

"FLUFFY!" you squealed, hugging your favourite stuffed bear tightly. "How did you get him back? Damian destroyed him years ago."

"I have my ways," Azrir said proudly. "Now, you should eat something. You must be hungry."

Azrir took you out of your now sinfully soft bed and escorted you to the kitchen. "Hello, just here for a meal," they said, as Dick foamed at the mouth.

"Hi," you said, as Azrir sat you down for cereal. Jason reached for a gun.

"I mean you no harm. I am merely making sure that Y/N gets to eat the breakfast that he wants. I will make sure that Y/N gets everything he wants."

"How are you here?" Tim spluttered. "We put crucifixes and salt circles around Y/N's bed! How are you still here?"

"You'll have to try harder to repel me from my prize," Azrir said, hugging you tightly.

"You sick monster," Damian growled. "Leave Y/N alone! He's ours!"

"We have watched this family for years. None of you have any claim to Y/N that is stronger than my own. You never remembered they were there unless you needed to torment someone. Your beloved sibling." Azrir scoffed at Damian. "I suppose it is a phyrric victory. We gain a wonderful new human to add to the horde of human spouses that demons take, and yet we lose a fine soldier in you."

"I would never join you!" Damian yelled.

"Funny. I thought you were already one of us." Azrir shoved Damian out of the way when Alfred came around with a pot of tea.

"This is awfully early for a house call," he said.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" Stephanie screamed. "Isn't this obviously insane to look at?"

"This is out of the ordinary, Miss Brown, but I don't want to be rude to Y/N's . . . spouse," Alfred replied.

"Azrir didn't marry Y/N! He's going to rape him!" Dick screamed.

"They're waiting until I agree," you said. "If I agree, it's not rape."

"You can't seriously be preparing for this," Bruce said. "What Azrir plans to do to you will be painful."

"I know it will. It's why I've started stockpiling lubrication," Azrir whispered to you. You burst into laughter.

"Azrir, you're funny!" you laughed. The rest of your family suddenly felt nauseous.

"Azrir is seducing him so he agrees to sex acts," Jason muttered. "Sick bastard."

"Well, we can lure him away from that demon. Just a bit of brotherly love and assurance, that's all he needs," Dick whispered. "Maybe I can take him furniture shopping. He'd like a new bedframe and a new mattress."

"What's wrong with his old mattress?"

"It's old, lumpy, and the embodiment of misery." Dick lowered his voice even more. "And everything we don't do, Azrir will do, and he'll use it to seduce Y/N."

You ate without looking up. It wasn't the first time that your family had talked in front of you while thinking (or pretending) that you weren't there. You drained your cereal and left the table.

"Y/N, maybe you should test out the new bed I got for you?" Azrir said loudly. "Strong enough and large enough to fit three people onto it."

"No!" Jason yelled, grabbing you tightly. "Y/N is . . . going to be spending the day with us!"

"What?" you spluttered.

"Yeah, we're, uh . . . getting ice cream! And some new clothes!" Jason insisted. "Big brother needs to bring you nice clothes so you can be a real head-turner, huh?" He hugged you tightly, too tightly.

"I don't get it. Why are you holding me?" you asked.

"We just want you to spend time with us." Dick had teleported to your side. "That demon trying to consummate a marriage you don't understand must be terrifying."

"Your brother understands plenty," Azrir said. "When we consummate the marriage, it will have a foundation of love and mutual understanding."

"HE'S A BABY!" Dick screamed. "AN INNOCENT BABY!"

"I'm not a baby," you said. "Not anymore, and I never will be again. You never spent time with me back when I counted as a kid, anyway. You were all busy. You don't have to worry about forgetting my birthday if Azrir celebrates it with me. You can just let him do everything for you."

"You're scaring us when you talk like that!" Stephanie said.

"And why are you even mentioning your birthday?" Tim asked.

"I haven't had a birthday party since I was eight, with my mother. I was going to make myself a birthday cake when I was interrupted. It's much later than I wanted, but . . . I'd like to make my cake. For my eighteenth birthday."

"Of course! Alfred can help you, and we'll stay so close to you all day," Dick bargained.

"Is there anything you need? A baking tin, a sugar thermometer?" Bruce asked. "Tell me what you want, and you'll have it."

"I already bought myself everything," you said. "And I want to make the cake myself, the way I always do."

"Are you sure you don't need our help?" Bruce asked.

"Quite sure. I've baked on my own before. I've done it since I was twelve," you said. "It's soothing."

"Little war bounty," Azrir purred. "If you want me to give you some distance, I shall do it."

"You can stay, Azrir," you said.

"What about us? Don't you want any of us to stay with you?" Tim asked.

"We'll be the best baking assistants ever, Y/N!" Dick pleaded.

You thought about it for a few seconds. "Alfred can stay, but only Alfred and Azrir."

"Y/N, you really shouldn't be alone with Azrir," Bruce said. "You could get hurt."

"I won't be alone; Alfred's with us. And Azrir is not going to consummate a marriage in front of him."

"I have no inhibitions, but Y/N does," Azrir said. "I will respect his desires to not be seen having sex in front of his grandfather."

"See?" You gestured to Azrir with an innocent smile. "I get to bake my own birthday cake and keep my virginity. Stop fantasizing about them 'having their way'. It's gross."

"Utterly sick," Azrir scolded, eyes roving over you. "What an innocent little head to be corrupted by you people. I'll take care of you, Y/N."

"No! Y/N, Azrir's lying! Get away from there!" Barbara wheeled over to you, hand outstretched. "Please come with us. We can find you someone nice."

"Azrir is nice to me."

"He's trying to get into your pants. He treats you as something to taunt us with. He's brainwashing you against us."

"First of all, Azrir is genderless. Second of all, they don't have to brainwash me." You looked through Barbara with blank, lidded eyes. "You all left me alone, mocked me for trying to spend time with you, and forced me away from you every time I wanted to bond with my siblings. This is kinder treatment than I've ever had in my life."

Bruce got up and dragged you away from Azrir. "It's about time you had a father-son birthday dinner," he said, hugging you tightly. "You can eat whatever you want, I promise. Money will be no object."

"Are you sure it's actually going to happen? I don't want to just wait around for nothing," I said.

"It will happen, I promise," Bruce said. "You will be my pride and joy. We might even get you a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. So long as it's not Azrir."

Azrir roared in horror. "HOW DARE YOU DENY ME THE HONOUR OF TAKING HIS VIRGINITY!" Azrir's claws and teeth sharpened. Their horns grew thicker and longer. "HE IS MINE! I FOUGHT FOR HIM! I DECAPITATED DEMONS TWICE MY SIZE FOR HIM! I PROTECTED HIM FROM HIS BLOODTHIRSTY, CARELESS SIBLINGS! YOUR OFFSPRING!"

You shivered with terror. Everyone was so angry over you. You needed air. You were about to slip away, but Azrir grabbed you with their tail and put you on their lap. "Unhand him," Bruce ordered.

"No," Azrir said. "I don't trust you, and neither does your son."

"He's my son!" Bruce said. That got your attention; you'd never heard Bruce call you that before. It was . . . weird. Like he was saying something wrong.

"You're not usually this possessive," Azrir noted. "Getting jealous?"

"He can't go with you," Barbara said. "He belongs here."

"Don't lie to me. He was left in a miserable little room where nobody could see him! He should be worshipped and pampered." Azrir's lip curled into an aroused smirk as they looked at you, still perched on their lap. "Just for him, I'll make the altar of worship the most comfortable bed he's ever known. He'll never want to leave."

"Stop talking about him like that! It's disgusting!" Dick looked like he was going to be sick. "Your hands are constantly groping him, and-and that look on your face! You're constantly undressing him with your eyes! I bet your head is full of sick thoughts about what you'll do to him!"

"You think about that even more than I do," Azrir chuckled. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to look inside your head, Richard." Dick took large steps back as Azrir gazed around at your family.

"Leave this home and give us our little boy," Bruce demanded.

"So, you want your precious Y/N back after years of distance." Azrir snickered while petting your head. They were the villain, and you were the pet. "Due to their mother sacrificing their soul and me winning that soul in a battle to the death in hell, I can't do that. But, for two weeks and two weeks only, I will let you have Y/N to yourselves. I will not visit the house or contact them in any way, even if Y/N begs and pleads for me."

"What's the catch?" Tim asked.

"I want to see Y/N naked first."

"Knew it," Stephanie muttered.

You merely nodded. "That's OK. I'll go upstairs and strip. I mean, if I do it, I finally get to spend time with my family for real. No being sent away or told to make friends or get a hobby. I don't want them to send me away again."

"We don't want to send you away, either," Jason said. God, you looked so naive, like a dog who didn't understand why it couldn't have chocolate. And Azrir was probably loving the ethical quandary they'd engineered. "We just don't think that it's good for you to entice the lustful demon twice your size."

"But I already belong to Azrir!" You showed off the bracelets Azrir had lovingly placed onto you. "Doesn't that make it OK?"

Bruce looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "You really enjoy putting us in difficult positions."

"No, Bruce. That's what Y/N is for," Azrir said. "I haven't heard any agreement yet. I assume Y/N can keep his clothes on, his familial expectations low, and his demonic lover close?"

"You can't let Azrir have this. They'll do whatever they want to him and we won't be able to stop them," Dick said.

"Maybe this will be what makes Y/N truly hate them," Tim theorised. "He'll be so disgusted that he'll never want to be near Azrir again. We can get him back from Azrir's clutches after that. We'll soothe him after the demon becomes lecherous."

"Both of you need to stop talking," Bruce said. "I need to think about what is best for Y/N."

Taglist: @tinybrie, @bunniotomia, @c4xcocoa, @darkmoka, @fightmebissh, @bloobewy, @chi1lllb, @cqerrz, @heart-cream, @noone1233nobody.

First

Previous

Next

A/N: This is a plot point that can be decided by popular vote. I'm going to need a few days after the poll is concluded to write more chapters reflecting the answer that I get. It's a serious fork in the road. Sorry if this disrupts the routine you've gotten used to, but I really need this time.

[futilemillipede]

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 × 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝟏𝟖+

[cw: smut, 18+, pwp, piv, fluff, switch!rafayel, switch!reader, fem!reader, chubby!reader, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, use of sex toys, overstimulation, rafayel whimpering, overall freaky shit.]

Moonlight spilled into the bedroom from the windows of Rafayel's bedroom, creating a soft yet sensual atmosphere. A familiar cool zephyr stirred the sheer white curtains, casting delicate shadows over your features. Rafayel was hovering over your trembling form, his eyes fixed on your pink-tinted cheeks. The sound of your ragged, shallow breathing filled the air, your hands clutching the silk sheets tightly as you tried to not climax. As if to taunt you more, Rafayel turned the vibrator settings higher, a soft moan leaving your lips as the intense sensation caused a sharp shock of pleasure through your body.

Rafayel's lips curved upwards into a smirk , there was no denying that he enjoyed being the dominant one during sex, even if he preferred it the other way around. "Really, Y/N? We've barely started and look at you..." His words came in a quiet murmur as his gaze travelled down your naked form; your hair splayed out on the pillow, the curves of your body moving slightly with each breath you took, the glistening slickness between your plush thighs, the light pout on your lips... You were everything he ever wanted and more. And Rafayel wanted nothing more than to worship every curve and dip of your body to make sure that you were fully aware of his undying love for you and your being as a whole.

His fingers toyed with the vibrator settings, mesmerized how each little change in the tempo was noticeable in the tiny hitch in your voice and the shallow moans. "F-fuck, Rafayel-" Your words came out in an almost incomprehensible jumble as your legs trembled with your climax. The evidence of your release gleamed between your inner thighs, dampening the white sheets. Despite the mess you made, Rafayel didn't move an inch, in fact, he leaned in closer and buried his face on the crook of your neck, planting a plethora of kisses and bites down your shoulder blades while you tried to come down from the ecstasy of your release.

"I didn't say you were allowed to come, honey." He mumbled in faux annoyance. A tired but pleased chuckle left your lips in response which didn't go unheard by Rafayel. He tilted his head back to meet your eyes, a small pout forming on his lips. "What's so funny?" He asked, trying his hardest to remain annoyed but his mind was racing with filthy thoughts on all the things he could do to you. Each fantasy worse than the last.

When you replied with a shrug and a quiet 'nothing.' Rafayel rolled his eyes and swiftly took out the vibrator. Before you could even think of a comeback, Rafayel pulled you on top of him, the action catching you off guard as you were now straddling his hips. The feeling of your full weight on his groin and the wetness seeping onto the bulge of his boxers made Rafayel tightly shut his eyes and take a shuddering breath. God, you drove him insane.

His reaction was enough to fuel your mischief. When you began to grind your wet cunt against the straining bulge, Rafayel let out a low groan, his hands instinctively planting themselves on your hips. His fingers dug into the supple flesh, groping and caressing every inch of your body he could get his hands on. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his gaze emanating a mix of desire and adoration as he watched you move your hips in a tantalising manner. He would've complained more if you didn't look so sinfully angelic while teasing him.

It took every fibre of his being to not rush this but that didn't stop him from subconsciously bucking his hips upwards, desperately seeking for friction. "Honey, please..." He whimpered, looking up at you with a needy, pathetic look. The sight of his petulant expression, mussed up purple hair and flushed cheeks was pushing you to give in to his whining. You playfully rolled your eyes and grinded against his hard cock in an even slower motion, earning another whine of pleasure from him.

"Y-you're killing me here, Y/N..." Rafayel huffed, his large hands moving up to cup your breasts. His thumbs grazed over your hardened nipples, lightly pinching and teasing the bud as if to persuade you to just ride him senseless at this point. "And you're an impatient brat, love." You retorted but any semblance of irritation was quickly gone as you moaned at his touch.

Despite wanting to stretch the moment longer and continue to tease Rafayel, you were also growing impatient and needed to feel him inside you as well. Sensing your desire, Rafayel wasted no time to pull down his boxers and give you full access to his throbbing cock. You were a little stunned at his eagerness but you couldn't complain, you were a slut for him anyway.

"Come on, hon." Rafayel cooed, his hands tightly holding onto your waist, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. Your gaze softened and the corners of your lips curved into a smile. Without another word, you sunk down onto his cock, the thickness stretching your slick walls and hitting the deepest parts which the vibrator couldn't reach. You both simultaneously moaned as you both connected, your eyes fluttering shut while you let your body adjust to his girth.

You moved your hips in deliberate circles, eliciting louder moans from Rafayel. His fingers gripped onto your waist as if he was trying to ground himself, to stop himself from immediately finishing and to let you slut him out.

"A-ah~ Y/N... faster." He moaned out in a breathless whisper, his hands guiding you on top of him. "Mhm, anything for you, love." You mused, moving your hips in a fast but steady rhythm. The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated from the walls, only amplifying the intimacy between the two of you. Your lips crashed down onto his, your back arching beautifully as you continued to ride him while deepening the kiss. Rafayel moaned incoherent compliments in your mouth but the only word he was able to muster up was your name. He mumbled your name over and over again, each syllable rolling off his tongue with ease.

"You're so good for me, love." You purred, your voice full of affection. Your praise only amplified Rafayel's yearning. He moved his hips to sloppily match your pace, pounding into you whilst you buried your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering lightly at the intensity of his thrusts. "Mhm~ Just like that, baby." You subconsciously tightened the walls of your cunt, causing a subtle halt in Rafayel's tempo but he quickly recovered and thrusted harder than before. His large hands were grabbing your ass, occasionally landing a small smack that echoed through the room. His hand would rub the red imprint on your ass, only to smack it again to silently tell you to ride harder and faster.

"R-rafayel... I'm close-" You shakily muttered, your hips almost moving on their own as you drove both of you closer and closer to climax. "M-me too, Y/N. Just a bit more-" His words were cut off by a low groan as he buried his cock deep inside you once more, his thick, warm release pooling inside your cunt and making your vision go fuzzy from pleasure. You came at the same time, both of your releases leaked onto the covers, staining the once clean duvets. Your body collapsed on top of his. For a few minutes, the room was completely silent except for both of your ragged breathing as you tried to come down from the intensity of your orgasm. Rafayel's fingers traced idle patterns on your back, a habit he developed over the course of your relationship.

The silence was comforting and welcomed after tiring yourselves out. "That... That was amazing," Rafayel quietly muttered, almost to himself. He pulled away to look at your flustered face, a smile on his lips as he cupped your cheek with one hand and brushed away a strand of hair stuck to your forehead. "as always." He planted a light kiss on your lips, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"You're one to talk." You teased, tracing your finger over his jawline.

Rafayel knew that you both should probably get up and clean the aftermath of your lovemaking, but he preferred to relish in the quiet, intimate moments like these; simply holding you in his arms and fiddling with your hair as you whispered sweet nothings in his ears. The warmth of your body, your touch, your voice, your presence; all of it was overwhelmingly perfect.

[A/N: never played LADS so forgive me if i mischaracterised Rafayel :-( i had to read the fandom wiki and google pics his bedroom for reference LMFAO anyway, my 2nd fanfic ^o^ ty all for the support ILY MWAH]

tagz:

[samubytheocean]

that thin line of making out

You want it, you’re pretty sure he wants it too. So what do you do when nobody has the courage to make the next move?

Suggestive fluff, maybe smut

His hands are gripping your shirt, so tight just enough for it to wrinkle and ride up your soft skin. It’s funny, because at the same time he is laying down facing you, with this some wall between. But his tongue feels so desperate, and that thin line of sanity you can feel it on his lips. It’s been how long? Hours? You don’t even know. There’s chills along with spit running down your jaw of constant making out. Correction; just. making out.

The feeling of numb lips, an unfamiliar feeling, shoots down into your spine. The fact that you can now recognize his heavy breathing- for it’s basically yours at this point- makes the warmth between your legs pool, and you’re just praying that it’s not seeping through your shorts. He hasn’t even touched away from your shoulders yet.

Your hands are gripping his face, and you can feel every vibration from his throat on your fingertips. Soft hitches of groans escaping into your mouth, it seems to echo back to his, however hard you’re even to keep it down. There’s sweat all over- shit, it might be the spit, you don’t know- and the room feels so hot it’s dizzying. You carefully experiment your fingers- tiptoeing down to his neck, hoping your slow movements won’t give away what you’re thinking.

It’s a weird feeling. You’re so content in this moment, feeling him all around you. Your hands are glued where they are, and you’re holding onto your sanity for dear life, not even knowing why you’re holding back in the first place. In all honesty, you’re sure he feels the same. If you grabbed off his shirt, you know he would be thanking you. The burning twitching in his thighs, every time you bite his plump lips, bucks into yours messily.

You’re curious. The thick layers of sweatpants- something you’ve never even considered before- limits the warmth, and the hardness to be felt from your thighs, where all your senses seem to be focused on. The realization of it- that the fabric is limiting you from him, a part of him that you’ve never explored before, makes your face burn. Yeah there’s no doubt about you wanting to go further. But something in you stops you, as it does him. Shit, you never knew being so similar to each other could make this so frustrating.

He pulls away from you, and the feeling of him taking a shaky warm breath makes you hesitantly open your eyes. And you swear you could have devoured him right there- rolled him over and climbed right on top- by his sinfully blown eyes staring right at your puffy glossy lips. You tense up a little, and glance down to look at his, bitten all cherry red and so pretty. He looks back into your eyes, and you’re not sure what’s in that look. You’re not sure because you feel the exact same way. His eyes are begging with pure adoration and devotion, but of what? Permission? Dismissal?

At this point you wish he would just undress you, or just push you off. Anything, anything to make this situation something else. Anything else than this pure anticipation. Your hands are still on his pulse point, the skin now searing hot and drumming of adrenaline. His hands are gripping your arms, now the sleeves all ridden up and the tense skin touching- quite the courage, by your and his standards, but fuck. You wanted much more. Or a definite less. But oh, so desperately more, if only possible.

“Just so we’re on the same page here, I’m like really hard right now” he spurts out, and the random confession makes you blurt out a blushy laugh. Especially because the vocal expression of a vulgar word to you made his neck glow red. And that bulge in his pants visibly twitch. Huh, would that be the same shade?- hell, the thought makes you look away from his eyes, barely keeping your amused expression. The tension seems a little eased. You sink back into the bed, and God, it hits you that you’re so close to this handsome boy who you’ve got this crush on. And he’s so, so turned on by you. Lucky you.

“Yeah? I can tell.” you giddily whisper back, and for a second you catch the frustration seep out and a adorable mix of embarrassment and relief into his face. Cute. He’s so close, but he’s also so far away. The shallow breathing fans your face, and it smells like lemon candy, along with your chapstick. It’s a dearing combination, you make the mental note to ask about it later. His hands rise a little to fiddle with the edge of your elbows. It’s the most he can do right now, pretty much the only part of your skin that won’t bend his sanity into two. Yet the slim sweat on your arm is really testing him.

“It’s so hot in here” he breaks the silence again. You turn your head to look at him, and he shoots you a sweet puzzled face. To you it looks like a question. Almost a suggestion, a test, maybe a request. And you can’t help but very slowly blurt out, a trembling answer to your darling boy. You already know the answer. It’s almost like you’re asking this to yourself, to convince yourself that you’re in safe, loving, careful hands.

“Ca- can I take your clothes off?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he nods almost absentmindedly with the dumbest nervous smile forming on his lips. But judging from what you’ve seen under the dark lights, his pretty eager face flushing furiously, glittering mouth slightly agape and dark eyes for the tiniest second rolling back- fucking hell-

he almost came right there, in his pants. By your words only.

Yeah. You’re going to fucking devour your man.

YAMAGUCHI, LEV, YAKU, ASAHI, KUROO, OSAMU (come over babe one chance)

YUTA, YUUJI, MEGUMI

ARMINNNNN

[neosexuals]

( pay attention ) — ₊ ⊹ ! Part 2

Synopsis : Mark is by every account the most popular teacher in your university. He was just that good, he was funny, charming, a good teacher and most of all he was drop dead gorgeous.

Warnings/pairings : smut (‼️) , english teacher! Mark , University au , reader is 20 mark is 27 , dom! Mark , sub ! Reader , mark uses fancy language cuz go figure english prof, mark is a meanie, makeshift tie gag??, pet names, reader has feelings towards mark? maybe?. use of the word slut, squirting.

A/n : 🤕 I didn't want to write big age gap tall I'm sorry 💔 maybe some other day. Also marks kind of a bitch (and I love it) not proof read :P @n4nam1i

Pt 1 pay attention

_

When it had reached the end of the day you had sprinted your way to marks office, he was sitting there. Suited up, his collar untidy along with his loose tie. "Sir?" You knocked on his wide open door you could tell it had been a rough day for him.

"yes?" His messy hair made it all the more worse, not only did you touch yourself to the thought of your English professor yesterday but it left you longing for him. "Oh y/n come in please" and so you did, closing the door behind you.

Before commenting on his fatigued look you helped yourself to the seat infront of him. "Tough day sir?" To say mark was one of those uptight teachers was a complete lie, being the youngest amongst them, he's always been one to talk casually to his students. "Sorry does it look bad?" He rushed in to fix his hair combing it down with his fingers.

"no it's okay" you pouted your lips at him, that was pretty assuring to him. "Fine uh let's get with it hm" with that you dropped your bag onto the floor before mark got up, you weren't sure what he was up to before he grabbed his chalk. Oh my god he actually started teaching you, repeating what he had taught to the class today since again you werent paying attention. Sighing once again, this was not what you signed up for.

He was confused when he turned back at you, why were you not paying attention? To him you were free of being distracted by him since it's a one on one class. But to you all you could look at was his fat ass and his crooked glasses.

"y/n I'm genuinely confused now" your eyes were already on him, just the wrong parts of him. "What happened now?" He stared at you sighing, taking his glasses off "sir... it's nothing Serious honestly-"

Cut off by his words "listen y/n I really didn't wanna do this but"a lie, blatant at that, another sigh escaped his lips "strip"

"what?"

"I said strip."

"but-"

"say no, and noone has to speak about this"

You weren't all apposed to the idea. Honestly you wanted it as much as he demanded, but it was quite embarrassing considering the situation, but it got you soaked. "Now. Are you going to strip or no darling?" That nickname. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared him down from the chair, trying to understand the situation laid before you.

“Don't act dumb, you’ve wanted me..” he lets out a dry chuckle, your insides turning at how forward he was being. His glasses quickly being moved from resting on his face to on the desk, he moved closer to you, his breath tickling your ear “I’ve seen how you rub those pretty thighs under your desk, I’m not stupid you know" stepping back; sitting back down.

You started with your jacket, then your top. You couldn't bear him seeing you full naked "don't be so shy" he paused moving towards you "I won't look elsewhere" his eyebrows cocked at you along with a fake pout forming on his face, Pulling your arms away from your body.

God you forgot how hot the English language can be, his figure now towering over you as he tugs on the hem of your shirt before throwing it over your head. "Fuck" and other curses left him as he stares sinfully at the mere sight of your bra clad chest , borderline drooling at this point.

He snakes his hands down to your waist, finally inching towards the place you need him the most. His thumb slowly caress your hips, drawing circles atop it. "The skirt stays on pretty" the nickname combined with the stern tone causes your already weak knees to bend as you nod shakily.

He mumbled a little 'good girl' before slowly running his fingers up your thigh, his free hand moving to your nape, pushing your head closer to his. Too focused on the sensation of lips pressed against yours you miss when his singular had had slipped your panties down to your ankles. Sighing out a cracked 'sir' against his lips when two of his fingers press against your clit, His hand moving from your nape to your back, slipping down just enough to unclasp your bra.

he takes a step back as he relishes your body, eyes gleaming, his hands reach out once again cupping your cunt. "Sir.." you finally find it in you to look at hm in the eye, shooting a confused glance at him "call me mark darling" his breath hot against your ear ".....sir is...." - he mumbles- "odd" his words fish a giggle out of you, not to say you didn't find it hot but the contrast in tone makes your heart skip a beat.

Before he could earn a proper response out of you his fingers press onto your clit. "you shouldnt be laughing when your drenched down here...now should you?" you never missed the smug tone and smirk he threw at you.

"dirty girl " his lips latched onto your neck, soft and small pecks,You'd orgasm right then and there just by his words alone. His agonizingly slow strokes against your clit don't help either, letting out whimpers when he pressed the digits against your core. Small pleas leave your mouth over and over, his teasing topping you off.

"p-please sir" his eyes shoot up at you, removing his lips from your collar bone fingers still going back and forth along your slit "what did I say..? Hm Darling?" That was the final straw for him, one digit followed by another until it's a complete trio stuffed up your cunt.

“N-Not— MARK!”

that was all you could get out before going slack, dumb and cumming all over his fingers all way too quick. “That’s it….” His raspy voice fills your senses while all you can do is smile back at him, falling back down on the leather chair. You rest your head back as you feel your skirt and skin stick to each-other , you felt wet all over. “So good for me…think you could take my cock like this?” His tone sincere with a tinge of sarcasm.

“Hm? Think you could handle it darling…?” He lets out a soft chuckle watching your dumb state nodding like an idiot “yeah? You’re so dumb already” you open your eyes for a moment only to be met with a sulky pout. It’s not about weather or not you could handle anything at this point, to you, you just needed his cock. Letting out a string of pleas begging for even just the tip.

And after 2 or 3 tries he starts take of his own pants, completely naked other than the flimsy white shirt that lays atop him. “Shit i dont have a condom...” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear "I do..." He smiles at you and let's out yet another chuckle, you grab the condom out of your bag and hand it over to him. "Ofcourse you do...slut" the last word you could bearly hear but you could read his lips so clearly. It made you feel all sticky inside, the way he'd say the word so endearingly your heart had jumped right into your throat.

You had gotten into position by now, your thighs spread out sitting on his messy desk. Papers all over the floor and pens rattling around, you felt exposed. "Sir…..” you could only breath out the honorific "mark." His voice Stern once again before you could blink you heard the sound of a packet ripping. The condom, you knew it was the condom. "Now say please for me darling" you were melting right in front of him, arousal dripping onto his desk already exposed "please.....please mark" leaning in he kissed your cheek before pushing you flush against the desk legs dangling off the desk.

his cock sliding up and down your folds teasingly, his cock felt like everything you thought it would. thick just enough to have you holding onto him for dear life, begging to feel just a bit more of him.

"m-mark" his eyes bore into where you had intertwined , "yeah?" fuck his voice was so tantalizing "k-kiss..." a whine-like noise came out of you when he slapped your face as a response, cupping your flushed cheeks before kissing you silly "stay quiet now would you"

he so conveniently grabs his tie from behind you, would he tie your hands?

all thoughts fizzle out once he brought the bunched up fabric to you wide open mouth, muffling your whines and pleas as each thrust shook you right to the core, more things falling off the desk as he made you see heaven.

you tightened each time, the teacher who would always stay so pure and sweet was fucking you into oblivion, "shit- loosen up for me darling - fuck" you physically couldn't, his thrust erraticly pushing you closer and close "what is it? cock too big for your sweet lil' pussy?" you nodded slowly "yeah? you close baby" hearing him speak so casually was a dream nodding became rapid as you let out one last guttural whine, still muffled, as you came all over.

did you....it was a new feeling to say the least, leaking everywhere, you fucking squirted mark finally came riding out his and your orgasm "fuck- didn't know you were a squirter" he spoke as if he gave you the most midcore experience of your life ruffling the back of his head before removing the spit clad tie from your mouth, drool sticking to the tie "m' not..." Mark had never made someone squirt before, it was unbelievable , his eyes wide with shock "I've never.....squirted before"

"so i did that?" you nodded, still out of it. "fuck- you felt amazing darling i-" you could barely move so you'd hope you were a good experience "I'm glad, but could you help me sir?" his smile quickly faded "mark. or do i have to fuck it back into you?" he joked, as much as you would very much like that you wouldn't want it now, here. he helped you up grabbing your waist and wrapping your arm around his shoulders "there you go..." he mumbled.

you'd dress up as quickly as you could, as so did he, "y/n" he had called out as you tried to get as much of shit you'd thrown on the floor back on his desk, catching your attention you looked up at him, "i mean it, you were amazing, and i wouldn't mind doing this again" you felt as if you could burst. all you could do was smile and nod "you were amazing too....if you hadn't noticed"

after cleaning up finally, you had left his room, a dopey smile spreading across your face as it all sits in.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍

pairing(s): swiss/dewdrop words: 785 rating: explicit

notes: listen i dont know what possessed me but i needed to write someone shoving their hand down the other's pants and jerking them off and then this happened. warning for degradation. proceed with (horny) caution.

edit: now on AO3 + with scrumptious art by @noahl-art here :3

"F-fuck, Dew, touch me," Swiss growls against his lips. Their bodies writhe in the tight (lack of) space of the bus bunk, greedy and desperate for each other.

"Yeah?" The fire ghoul goads. "Just a fuckin' needy little bitch that needs to cum, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Swiss whines, shoving Dew's hand down his pants. "Jerk me off, mark me, don' care." The first touch of his hot hand against his shaft is like the Dark One's grace, mercifully pleasurable and sinfully firm.

Dew growls and nips at his jaw. "Need to feel how hot I make you," he breathes. "Get you all stiff and sticky in my hand." He's just as hard, throbbing against the meat of Swiss' thigh. Swiss throbs under his fingers and they swallow each others' groan.

"Wan' it," Swiss grunts. He bucks up, seeking friction. "Fuck, spitfire, make me cum."

A little laugh turns up the corners of Dew's mouth as he moves to free his cock, slapping the wet head onto Swiss' flannels. "You'll cum when I tell you to," he says. Another nip, this time to Swiss' earlobe. Hard enough to cause him to gasp. Dew gives a rough squeeze to his balls and ruts against his leg with a groan, uncaring at how loud and obvious it is. "And you're gonna beg me for it. Like the whore you are."

Swiss lets out a wet hah and bares his neck to Dew, arching into his hand. "Yeah, yeah," he grits through his teeth. "Fuckin' use me. Do whatever you wan'."

Dew gives him a harsh tug, twisting on the upstroke. "'S funny," he says huskily. "You, parading around for all those people." He sucks hard beneath the hinge of his jaw, hard enough to bruise. Swiss can't help but groan, gripping tighter at the back of Dew's shirt and flexing his thigh to feel the hard line of him. "Fuckin' hells," Dew groans, "if they could see you like this. Bad boy Swiss taken down by the little guy's hand around his cock."

Dew digs his teeth in again, and Swiss has to turn and stuff his moan into the pillowcase.

The fire ghoul starts humping him in earnest. Hand not matching his own tempo, and just unpredictable enough to scramble his brain. Swiss can feel Dew's pre soak through to his skin after only a few thrusts.

"Dew," he chokes. He's so hard; Dew makes him crazy like this.

Dew pants against the hollow of his throat, warm and humid. His tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe up to his jaw, ending at the blooming bruise and pressing into it. Swiss' cock spurts pre onto Dew's fingers, already too close.

"Such a slut. Barely touched you and you're dripping all over me, huh?" Nevermind that Dew is leaking consistently against his thigh, because he's right—Swiss is wet for this. Wet for being degraded, pushed around. Bullied until he can't help but cover himself in his own spend.

"Hnnf-uuh," he groans into the pillow, still held between his teeth. He nods quickly, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Dew polishes the head with his pre.

"Shit," Dew rasps. His hips kick up in speed. A freight train barreling both of them towards broken tracks. He digs his knees into the thin bunk mattress for leverage and sneaks his free hand up to grab at the ends of Swiss' locs, pulling just as hard as he tugs on his cock, and Swiss thinks his brain tumbles from his lips when he whines through the break in his voice.

He shivers all over, right down to his toes. "D-Dew—"

"That's fuckin' it, such a pretty boy when you wanna cum," Dew growls. A beat, silent except for the wet sound of his hand jerking Swiss' cock. Then: "You gonna?"

Swiss doesn't answer. Can't, not when his mouth can't close far enough to make words. His tongue licks uselessly at the back of his teeth, fumbling to make his sounds turn into something coherent. But he can't. His eyes are screwed shut. His balls are drawing up against his body already, and he can't.

Dew snorts, pulling on his hair again. "Stupid—fuck; stupid fucking cock-drunk whore." He means it as a sneer, but it comes out warbling and needy.

He grips the tip again, and Swiss all but howls. "Your whore," he wheezes, all his muscles tightening to snap. "P-please."

Dew groans into his shoulder, fist speeding over his dick. "Again," he spits. "Say it again."

Swiss whimpers. "Please; Lucifer, please let me cum."

Dew half-laughs, half-groans, tightening his hand and forcefully jerking down to the base each time, just how he knows Swiss wants.

"Fuckin' do it then."c

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: live from the meadowlands! i’m freezing my tits off in new jersey and getting ready to head into the stadium to scream my head off for the boys! so i figured it would be a perfect time to provide some best man mat smut - this is so unedited it’s not even funny, but i hope you guys enjoy and i’ll catch up with you all on monday once i’ve thawed out! 🧡💙🤍

word count: 3.3k

tw: dirty dancing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, creampie, let me know if there’s anything i missed

summary: it’s ethan and lenasia’s wedding day and mat’s the best man. it’s not your fault that he looks so damn good in a suit

“And if there’s anything you take away from this speech tonight, it’s yes, I can actually read! Let’s raise a toast to the bride and groom,” Mat smiles, laughs a little, and lifts his drink in the air to toast Ethan and Lenasia. You swallow a giggle and then a sip of champagne, setting the flute down on the table so you can call and cheer wildly as Ethan cups Lenasia’s face and kisses her deeply.

By the time the clapping tapers off, Mat is back in his seat next to you, his hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together. He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, causing a blush to heat your cheeks. “How was it?” He asks, sounding slightly nervous, lips tilted in a self-conscious smile.

“Perfect,” you grin, leaning slightly into his personal space. “Who knew you were so good with words?” Your silk-covered knee knocks against his tuxedoed one.

Mat scoffs and takes a drink of water, his hand dwarfing the glass. “You know I’m very good with words, babe,” he winks at you. He sits back in his seat, watching as Lenasia’s maid of honor steps up to the front of the room to give her speech. The pad of his thumb rubs against the underside of your ring finger, catching on the pavé band of your engagement ring. You let your knee knock against Mat’s again and the corner of his mouth curves up in a smile, his attention focused on the speech.

A few short minutes later, you’re lifting your glasses in another toast to Ethan and Lenasia. Mat’s hand never leaves yours and he squeezes your fingers gently as he sips at his champagne. You can’t help but stare at him, taking in his mussed hair and unbuttoned shirt. The hint of skin and collarbone has you feeling overly warm. He’s always looked sinfully good in formalwear.

“Like what you see, babe?” He laughs, leaning into you when you’re sitting down again, starting to poke at the salads in front of you. His lips brush against your cheek and you shiver.

“Always,” you murmur back, bumping his shoulder with yours. “Just thinking about how good you look. How I didn’t get to see you at all today.”

Mat shifts in his seat and you grin wickedly, glancing down to see the effect your words are having on him. Since he’s the best man, he’d been up and out of the hotel room early to get ready, so all you’d gotten this morning was a rushed make-out session and an ass squeeze, leaving you unsatisfied.

“Later,” Mat whispers in your ear, a promise and a threat.

“I’m holding you to that,” you grin, turning your head slightly to capture his lips with yours. You bite down gently on his lower lip and Mat groans quietly into your mouth.

He presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth when you pull back and mutters, “gonna hold you to something, for sure.”

You snort a laugh and shake your head at him a little, pushing at his thigh where it’s pressed against yours. “You’re so cheesy,” you tease, digging into your salad.

“It’s weddings,” he replies around a mouthful of food. “They bring out my inner Hallmark movie hero.”

The subtle tease at your preferred guilty pleasure entertainment makes you roll your eyes. He joins in on watching the Christmas movies more than he’d ever admit. You smirk at him, “keep this energy up for Christmastime.”

After that, you both fall into conversation with your friends at the table, eating dinner as it’s served and drinking too much. Mat continuously delivers you bay breezes, the vodka flooding your veins and making you pleasantly tipsy by the time you’re on the dance floor.

Mat’s hands are all over your body, holding you close as you sway and scream along to the music, hips bumping together. Your hair is slowly starting to fall out of the updo you’d spent most of the morning working on, little pieces frizzing around your face and sticking to your forehead. Mat’s hands are hot on your skin through the silk of your dress, leaving a phantom impression whenever he moves them.

The music changes, slows down, and Mat pulls you close, hands landing on the curve of your ass. You grin at him, buzzing from the alcohol and skin tingling from his touch. His eyes are a little unfocused from his own drinking but he lands a kiss on your lips with precision accuracy. He tastes like whiskey and beer and Mat. You smile into the kiss, giggling when he grows sloppy, kissing the corners of your mouth. “You look gorgeous,” he says, mouth close to yours. “Like a…a…a gorgeous woman.”

You laugh out loud, clearly Mat’s drunker than you thought he was, and press yourself closer to him as you sway. “I thought you had a way with words?” You tease him, stroking your fingers through his hair and over the nape of his neck. He shudders in your arms at your touch, sensitive against your gentle ministrations.

“I said words, didn’t I?” He laughs, turning his head to kiss the inside of your arm. “You are gorgeous, what else m’I s’posed to say?”

“Hmm,” you hum, head pleasantly fuzzy from the drinks, “I dunno, anything else you think is appropriate.”

Mat’s silent, for once in his life, and Elvis croons about falling in love.

“How about,” he grins, holding you close and lowering his voice so you’re the only one who can hear him, “I wanna fuck you until you forget your own name.”

His breath ghosts against your cheek and your knees wobble, the surge of lust in your blood overwhelming. Your fingers tighten around Mat’s hair, tugging sharply, and you lean even closer to him, soaking up the warmth of his body. “I like that plan,” you giggle, the sound tapering off into a little gasp when the music changes and Mat grinds his hips into yours. The bulge of his cock presses against you, a promise for later.

The reception lasts into the wee hours of the morning, music bumping and drinks flowing. You’ve taken a spin around the dance floor with Ethan, scream-sung along to the Spice Girls with Lenasia and some of the bridesmaids, and given baby Gracie some cuddles before she was ushered off to bed by Lenasia’s mom.

Now it’s just the straggler, party-animals left and you’re once again in Mat’s arms, his chest pressed against your back. His hand is warm against your stomach, fingers splayed out to cover as much of you as he can. You lean your head back against his shoulder, swaying along to the music completely off-tempo. Mat’s lips are against your skin, kissing your temple, your hair, every inch of you he can reach.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re so pretty.” His words are a little slurred, running into each other. “Someone should marry you.”

A drunken laugh startles out of your mouth and you lift your left hand, engagement ring glinting in the low lighting, back to curl in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. “Someone is,” you tease, kissing the point of his chin.

“Who?” He turns his head and plants a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. “Cause I’ll fight him. I wanna marry you.”

“You dork,” you laugh, “you’re marrying me.”

Mat’s hand stops its movement over your stomach and chest, fingers frozen where they’re curled around your breast. “Oh fuck yes,” he crows. “How’d I forget that?”

“I don’t know, exactly how drunk are you, my love?” Your hand tangles further into Mat’s hair, hips never stopping their lazy grind against Mat’s groin. Your other hand cover’s Mat’s tracing over his knuckles and the veins underneath his skin. You’re not even remotely close to sober yourself, alcohol blurring the edges of all your thoughts, making your movements slow and loose.

“Not drunk enough that I won’t be able to fuck you in the hotel room,” he promises, biting down on your earlobe and making you shiver.

“Good,” you grind your ass back against his cock, grinning impishly when you feel him twitch against you, “I’ve been looking forward to it all night.”

His hand squeezes your breast tightly and you yelp a little, nipples pebbling under the silky fabric of your dress. Mat’s mouth marks a hot trail over your jaw and down your neck, kissing at the join of your neck and shoulder, burying his nose against your skin. “You smell good,” he mumbles, holding you close. ”Love you so much.”

“Love you,” you reply, squealing when Mat grabs your hand and twirls you out to the side and then back in, your back slamming against his chest when you lose your balance. He wraps his arms around your stomach, hands clasped over your belly button, chin resting on your shoulder, and sways along with the music.

Mat’s lips are hot on your skin, magnetized apparently since he can’t stop kissing your exposed neck and collarbone. You melt against him, leaning heavily into his embrace, butterflies kicking around in your stomach. Every shift of his hips presses his erection against your ass, hard heat searing through the thin silk of your dress. Arousal grows slick between your legs, your panties damp and your thighs gliding against each other.

He tugs gently at the fabric under his hands, bunching it a little so the hem of your dress starts to inch higher. His heart beats against your back, his bare chest hot against your skin. The fabric of Mat’s unbuttoned shirt tickles your sweaty skin and you wonder, deep in the back corner of your mind, where his tie went and if he’ll ever get it back. Then his palm is sliding up your thigh and you have no more thoughts, just the feeling of Mat’s skin on yours.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Mat whispers in your ear, his breath warm on your cheek. “Wanna be inside you.”

You nod and Mat drags you off, hand tight around yours, your heels clipping along the floor as you hurry to keep up with him.

——

“You taste like pineapples,” Mat comments, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and laving over the pebbled bud with the flat of his tongue.

Your back arches, Mat’s hands at your lower back bracing you. “Oh my - god,” you gasp, “I sp-spilled a drink earlier.”

Mat licks up over the swell of your breast, sucking a mark at the top. He nuzzles his nose against the skin of your sternum and your breath hitches in your chest. Your hips roll over the bulge in his pants, soaking the fabric of his slacks.

Your panties have been tossed to the side and the skirt of your dress is bunched up around your waist, making it easier for you to straddle Mat’s lap. He’d made quick work of pulling the straps of your dress down over your arms, baring your breasts to him and wasting no time marking them up with his mouth.

“Love these tits,” he groans, licking a hot stripe through the valley between your breasts and up to the hollow of your throat. “Bouncing so perfectly while you ride me.”

You whine and dig your nails into his shoulders, “M’not riding you,” you complain, rolling your hips over his clothed lap. “Take your pants off and fuck me.”

His shirt is on the floor, hair mussed from your hands, but his slacks are still on and you’re getting frustrated, whiny and desperate for the burn of his cock in your cunt. Mat’s hands roam your back, one cupping the nape of your neck and the other sliding under the curve of your ass. His fingers tease at your entrance and you clench, a fresh rush of arousal staining his slacks.

“Mat,” you whine his name, pressing closer to his fingers and burying your face in the crook of his neck, “please, please, wanna fuck you. Wanna have you fill me up.”

“Needy,” Mat teases, kissing you solidly as he lifts you off his lap and deposits you on the mattress. “Touch yourself while you wait,” he demands, hand on his belt buckle. You blink up at him and he cocks his head, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead, babe, give that pretty pussy the attention she deserves.”

With Mat’s gaze focused on your bare cunt, you bring your hand to the swollen, sensitive flesh. Your fingers tremble a little as you circle them around your clit, head falling back against the mattress and a breath stuttering out of your lungs. “Oh god,” you moan, applying more pressure and picking up your speed.

Distracted, you don’t realize Mat’s undoing his belt and pants, shucking them down his muscular legs and kicking them to the side. “There you go, baby,” he rasps, sitting back down on the mattress, watching arousal drip out of your cunt. “Gonna slide right in, you’re so fucking soaked.”

He fists his cock lazily, running the flat of his palm over the reddened tip. Your fingers stutter as you watch him, ready for him to fill you up. “Can I - Mat,” you exhale harshly, rubbing your fingers hard over your clit. He hasn’t told you to stop, so you won’t, but you’re losing patience. “Please,” your voice cracks a little and Mat takes pity on you, reaching his free hand for your thigh.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Mat murmurs, hauling you over his lap again, hand falling away from his cock. Your hands brace on his shoulders and you settle your knees on either side of Mat’s hips. “Gonna sit you right where you belong, stretched out on my cock, okay?”

You nod desperately, chanting his name and then gasping when Mat lines the head of his cock right at your entrance, dragging you down by the hips until your ass is flush against his thighs and his cock is fully sheathed in your cunt.

“Ohhhh god,” you moan, head falling back and hips moving of their own accord, bouncing on Mat’s cock. The drag of his cock against your walls is delicious, the bare heat of him blistering from the inside. “Feels so good, god, fuck, Mat.”

His fingers are tight on your hips and Mat’s eyes are locked on your bouncing tits. “Baby, god, so tight. Been wanting to fuck you all night, fill this pussy with my cum, lick it out of you, make you scream my name.” Filth drops from his lips until he can’t help himself and he leans in to tug one of your nipples with his teeth, grinning around you when you shriek.

His pace never stops, his hips bucking upwards into yours, his cock head hitting your g-spot and making you see stars. Your nails dig into Mat’s shoulders and your thighs burn with the bouncing, but your stomach is tightening with pleasure and you beg Mat not to stop, chanting his name.

“Go ahead,” he mumbles against your chest, slicking your tits with his spit, “come on my cock, baby. Soak my dick.” His hand snakes forward and he pinches at your clit, drawing a scream from your lips. Sweat drips down both of your bodies, mixing with your arousal on Mat’s thighs, the glide of his cock in your cunt so smooth.

With his cock pounding into you, his fingers on your clit, and his mouth on your nipples, Mat drags you over the cliff and your orgasm hits like a freight train. You come with a scream, gushing around his cock and soaking his lap. Mat’s not too far behind you, bucking his hips up into yours while you shake through the aftershocks of your orgasm. His cock thickens inside of you and you babble in his ear, talking to him and coaxing him into coming inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he grunts, biting hard on your shoulder when he comes, filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum. Tears well in your eyes at the sensation, toes curling. He flops backwards onto the mattress, taking you with him with a little yelp.

You’re crushed against Mat’s chest, the bunched up fabric of your dress sliding against your slick skin, his cock softening inside of you. You bury your face against Mat’s neck and giggle lightly, wiggling happily when Mat’s hands caress your asscheeks. He groans into your hair, “Squeaks, I think wedding sex is our thing.”

Your laughter is louder now, vibrating through your body. It’s not like there’s always that many opportunities - besides tonight, you’d been to three of your friends’ weddings this summer and honestly, yeah, you’d had some pretty mindblowing sex after all of those weddings too.

Your fingers card through Mat’s sweaty hair, pushing it off his face and tracing his browbone gently. “Hmm, just imagine how good it’s going to be after our own wedding,” you tease, biting at your lower lip.

Mat lifts his head to capture your lips with his, teasing at your lower lip with his tongue until you release it from your teeth. His fingers trail all over your lower body, dipping between your legs and dragging the mix of your fluids over your skin. “Wedding night sex?” He says when he pulls back, eyes twinkling with mischief, “that’s the night I’m supposed to pretend we’re both virgins who’ve never seen each others’ ankles, right?”

You laugh and shift, the movement dragging your messy cunt over his cock. Mat winces at the graze, soft against your thigh. “Hmm, I don’t think either of us can pretend to be virgins,” you kiss his cheek and reach down between your bodies to stroke your fingers over his lower stomach and then lower, over the hair at the base of his cock and cup his balls, enjoying the groan Mat can’t hold back when you squeeze gently. “Not with our raw animal magnetism.”

Mat snorts a laugh, “raw animal magnetism? Why am I marrying you again, you weirdo?”

“My world class roast chicken and gold medal blow jobs, obviously,” you flip your hair off your shoulder, immediately wincing when your fingers catch in a knot. “Oh fuck that. My hair is a rat’s nest.”

You roll off of Mat’s chest, legs still tangled with his. He rolls to his side and drapes a hand over your hip. You study his face, swollen lips and hazy expression in his eyes. Stubble is sprouting on his jaw and you reach up to scrape your fingers against it, making him smile and press his face into your touch like a cat. “You do make a really good roast chicken,” Mat mumbles, eyelids shutting. His blinks grow lazy and it takes a few seconds longer than usual for his eyelids to open again. You hum happily, still stroking his face.

Mat’s completely asleep a few minutes later, mouth wide open, drunken snores echoing throughout the room. You roll your eyes affectionately - how is this the man you’re going to marry?

Carefully, you wiggle off the bed so you can take off your dress and shower, the hot water soothing your muscles and washing away the sticky feeling between your legs. Your mind wanders as you shower, thinking about how amazing the wedding was and how much planning you’ll be doing in the upcoming year for your own wedding.

Mat’s still asleep when you get back into the room, but now he’s wrapped himself up in the sheets, sprawled out on his stomach. “Blanket thief,” you mutter, crawling up next to him and wiggling under the duvet. A bobby pin digs into your scalp and you run a hand through your hair, trying to dislodge it but too lazy to actually take your hair down. It shifts a bit, not actively lobotomizing you, so you close your eyes and press your face into the pillow, yawning wide enough to crack your jaw.

As sleep takes over, you feel Mat’s hand move around the mattress, finding yours and lacing his fingers with yours.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

[wonywish]

currently having very unholy thoughts about having a little fling with sohyun and catching feelings for her. at first you try to hide them but eventually you can’t help yourself and you confess. she turns you down, saying she’s not ready for a serious relationship and values her freedom. it of course shatters your heart at the time but you force yourself to move on

time skip to some months later and you’re both invited to the party of a mutual friend and you show up hand in hand with your new fling and she just feels a surge of anger ripple through her bones. all her friends notice the obvious shift in her mood, and even you do from all the way across the room feeling her eyes staring daggers at you and your oblivious lover.

thinking about jealous sohyun who finally gathers the nerve to make her way over to you, grabs you by the hand when your fling is preoccupied with dancing with their friends to the blaring music and pulls you into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. you open your mouth to protest and ask who exactly she thinks she is and what she’s doing but before you can one of her hands is on your chin as she pulls you in and attaches her pretty lips to yours. the breath is knocked out of you as you gasp at her boldness and she simply deepens the kiss.

jealous sohyun whose mind is racing as she helps you onto the bathroom counter pinching your thigh and kneels on the floor and lifts your skirt, a sly smile on her face as she maintains eye contact with you and mentions the embarrassing wet patch that is evident on your panties, teasing you about how you wanted this all along. insisting that you were purposely trying to make her jealous so that she’d pull you away and remind you who you belong to.

jealous sohyun who slips your panties off and tosses them to the side, taking two fingers to your cunt, pushing them in slowly and stroking your walls, letting your wetness collect on them before bringing her fingers to her mouth letting out a moan at your taste as you feel your cheeks begin to burn and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sound.

i swear she just has the perfect mouth for eating you out?? she delivers a few seductive kitten licks to your clit and sucks ever so softly and next thing you know she’s devouring you like a woman starved and all you can do is tangle your fingers in her thick hair biting back your moans as she delves deeper into your heat. licking, biting, and squeezing at your plush thighs and occasionally leaving kisses on your soft stomach before returning to her original task of sending you over the edge.

involuntarily bucking your hips and pushing the back of her head deeper into you as you feel your orgasm approaching, completely forgetting your former embarrassment and letting your sinful whines fall from your lips as you chant her name which only encourages her to pick up her pace as you stutter out that you’re almost there.

“please please please” you beg pathetically, barely even making a full sound, your voice just breathlessly scattered as your eyes widen and you sinfully open your legs wider to grant her better access as your body tingles and is overcome with toe curling pleasure

hi um idk why this got so long bc it definitely wasn’t supposed to and it’s my first time ever writing something like this so i’m not entirely mad, but i’m so sorry for being terrible at writing smut / explaining thoughts !! anyways i want sohyun so bad it’s not even funny anymore . . .