#<- keep forgetting to tag my asks with that shit

[cameronsbabydoll]

could you do a scenario with reader doing skincare on military!rafe pls? 🤭

he grumbles the second you straddle his lap.

“this better not be that glittery shit,” he mutters, glancing at the tiny tub in your hands like it personally offended him.

“it’s not,” you giggle, slipping the bunny-eared headband over his head. “it’s calming.”

he looks anything but calm.

sitting back on the couch, chest bare, dog tags cold against your thin nightgown, rafe’s hands settle heavy on your waist — possessive, instinctive, like he needs a reason to keep still. like he’s tolerating this just because you’re warm and soft and perched on his lap like you belong there. (which you do.)

“what’s this part?” he asks as you dab under his eyes with your ring finger.

“eye cream.”

“for what?”

“so you don’t look tired.”

“baby, i’ve been deployed six times. i am tired.”

you roll your eyes and lean in to kiss his nose. he huffs, but you catch the way his hands squeeze your hips just a little tighter.

you swipe something cool across his cheeks next, then his nose. exfoliating gel. and when you start gently massaging it in, he tilts his head back with a sigh that sounds suspiciously close to a moan.

“what?” you ask, grinning.

“nothin’,” he says, eyes still closed. “just didn’t think i’d like this.”

“you like me touching your face?”

“i like you sittin’ in my lap wearin’ that.”

your cheeks heat — but you keep working, gentle circles, fingers trailing his jawline and temples. your thighs squeeze around his hips every time he shifts, every time his big hands slide up your sides like he’s fighting the urge to flip you over and forget the skincare completely.

“alright,” you say softly, smoothing the serum in with your thumbs, “you’re done.”

he opens one eye, looking up at you — bunny headband still on, lips parted, jaw tight.

“what about you?” he mutters.

“me?”

“ain’t fair if i’m the only one gettin’ pampered.”

his voice drops, hands slipping under the hem of your nightgown, calloused fingers splaying warm across your thighs.

“lay back, baby,” he says, already dragging you down with him, “and let daddy return the favor.”

[dizzybizz]

Hi! I was wondering if you’re okay with people using your art as their profile pictures? If not that’s totally okay too I was just wondering <3

yeah, that's cool with me (with credit ofc)

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I WANNA MAKE ART OF WISP AND TIM SO BAD RN BUT I LOST THE ONLY WAY FOR ME TO MAKE DIGITAL ART A MONTH AGO

Listen If I ever get it back you better believe that you’re getting a TON of art just you wait!!!

Oh darling- that just means you gotta go back to the basics~

MAKE A PAPER PLATE FANART

[cupcakewebkinz]

You good bud??

*gently removes you from the toaster*

I'll make glisten donut for you dont worry

Yeah buddy I think I'm alright, woke up to my entire body killing me though. I probably just slept weirdly and my chronic pain is out for vengeance, I could've grabbed a fever from my younger siblings though, who knows

But I know I'll be fine, I probably should just not do much outside of bed today hahaha

Thanks for your concerns though Zilla! 💚

Wait a flip flop soda pop hip hop minute-

Did you just say my baby boy is being turned into a donut?

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

Have you ever even heard of…

BECAUSE OH MY GOD SEARCH FOR THE LOST IS SUCH AN UNDERRATED GEM OF A FAN-MADE SONIC SHOW

Okay, allow me to give you some additional context before just bombarding you with all the many reasons why you need to watch this show.

Search for the Lost is a fan-made production created by Creative Planet Entertainment on YouTube. This shit has been around for 6 whole years, and it is such a good show! Made entirely out of g-mod screenshots/screen recordings and Sonic gameplay, Search for the Lost is a show about Silver the Hedgehog and his friends figuring out what Melhiles of all people is doing back in action, and why the fuck he’s working with Eggman of all people. Also, why is Infinite back… AND WHAT’S ALL THIS TALK ABOUT A PROPHECY!?

OH AND BLAZE IS HERE TOO!?!?

AND THERE’S THIS NEW GUY CALLED FORGE WHO IS LITERALLY THE BEST IN THE ENTIRE SHOW HANDS DOWN 100000P0/10 BEST BOI BEST ROBO BUDDY EVER HE’S SUCH AN IDIOT AND SUCH A HILARIOUS GUY HE’S LIKE THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES GOOD JOKES HE IS LITERALLY THE BEST EVER I LOVE FORGE

Aight lemme just give a quick spoiler-free explanation about Forge because I know yall are looking at this like “Who tf is Forge?? Some kinda fan character or something??” Because… Yeah, he is a fan character, BUT A VERY GOOD ONE AND HIS DYNAMICS WITH EVERYONE WORK LIKE A CHARM I TELL YOU HE IS NOT JUST SOME RANDOM SONIC RECOLOR.

Cuz he’s a Metal Sonic recolor! 🤩 Haha, well to be fair, they literally call out Sonic recolors in the show with this fact. It’s in Forge’s story! Basically, Forge once worked with Silver in his bad timeline in Crisis City, but the ashes and the chemicals were too much for his small little itty bitty bird lungs. So, to keep himself from slowing everybody down, he managed to shove his consciousness into an old Metal Sonic model. A black-and-yellow one, kinda like the one from Archie except a lot less like Sonic personality-wise and a lot more like Sonic visually. With all these new robotic upgrades, Forge became a force to be reckoned with, and became one of Silver’s bestest friends after the whole Iblis thing. Oh, and he ships Silvaze like it’s nobody’s business, so that obviously gets an A+ from me lmao

I may have gotten carried away with that explanation and maybe there’s some spoilers in there but it’s late and I’m sleepy so you’ll only know if you watch the show~! ✨🙂

Seriously tho. This show is very underrated. I’ve been keeping tabs on it for years now, ever since episode 5 came out! Trust me, that’s a long time. They have their plates full when it comes to personal things and it’s a big project so episodes come out after a long time in production.

There are only 7 episodes so far, but each episode is jam-packed full of lore and giving us more questions on top of every answer! It brings back characters we haven’t seen for a long while, and it always provides a reasonable explanation as to why some of them have been gone and why some just like. Cut contact or something. There’s characters from previous games, from Sonic X, from Archie, from IDW, BRO WE GOT GAMMA IN HERE BAYBEEEEE IF THAT AINT FREE REAL ESTATE IDK WHAT IS.

AND DON’T FORGET HEAVY AND BOMB FROM KNUCKLES CHAOTIX. PLEASE. PLEASE DON’T FORGET ABOUT THEM THEY’RE HERE TOO AND THEY’RE LOVELY

So. Please. Please just watch this show. Please look at all the additional content with Forge on their channel too, it’s fucking hilarious! Just… I wanna talk to someone about this show who isn’t just my lil bro. Like I love getting to bombard him with bullshit about characters he’s never even heard about until watching this show but I gotta know I’m not the only one. Please. These people are working so hard on Search for the Lost and I’d really appreciate if you even saw just one or two episodes. The story is very intriguing, the characters are all so well-written, TEAM DARK IS THERE, FORGE GETS A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION, so I say it’s all totally worth it!

[piningpercussionist]

Mumch nyumch num nom mumchy munch :3

-🐇

... I think you might legitimately be the cutest thing I've seen all week, what the hell...

[no-you-can-not]

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[clover-the-awesomest]

Lemme just get a quick F in the chat for everyone who’s been dealing with me reblogging all this Hazbin Hotel bullshit for the past 2 days. Maybe have to make a whole new tag for this shit.

Not making a whole other blog because I know I’ll forget about it within the week but it would be really funny if I made a new section on this blog just for Hazbin Hotel lmao

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Bob doesn’t do well with compliments—especially not when they come casually, softly, sincerely, from you.

It started so innocently.

You were both in the Tower’s kitchen late at night, the rest of the team long gone, off doing their own thing or passed out in their rooms, the room quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of Bob’s spoon as he stirred honey into his tea. The light above the stove was the only one on, casting him in this dim, golden glow that made him look soft, and safe, and—

“Fuck, you are so pretty,” you murmured, not even really meaning to say it out loud. Honestly, you thought you said it in your head.

Bob froze mid-stir. His hand stopped moving, his shoulders tense, and his head turned toward you just slightly—like a deer caught in a compliment. “…What?”

You looked up from your mug, confused for a second—until you realized shit I said that out loud. “You’re pretty, like so pretty” you repeated, gently, smiling with a slight eye roll like it wasn’t a big deal. Because to you, it wasn’t. Not in the way it should have been. But Bob? He looked at you like you had just gave him the moon.

“I—” he stammered, feeling his heart rate spike and his palms getting sweat, he doesn't realize the spoon slipped from his grip until a slight clink echoed between the two of you as the spoon fell into the mug. “You think—me?”

“Who else would I be talking to? It's just you here honey” you asked, leaning against the counter. “You’re literally glowing right now. I feel like I need to be paying someone just to stand next to you.”

He blinked. Blinked again. And then backed up two whole steps like he couldn't breathe the same air as you. “You can’t just say that” he whispered, like it was scandalous. “That I mean -- that's just dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you laughed. “It’s a compliment, Bob.”

“No, it’s a threat to my emotional stability. Do you know what you’ve done? Do you understand how fast my brain is spiraling right now?” He ran a hand through his already-messy hair, only making it worse. “My entire internal monologue is just screaming, ‘She called me pretty, act normal, don’t faint, don’t cry, don’t propose—’”

You nearly choked on your tea. “Propose?”

He clapped his hand over his mouth like he’d just revealed state secrets. “Forget I said that” he muttered into his palm before waving his hand around as he rambles. “Strike it from the record. Rewind time. Go back thirty seconds before I embarrassed myself into a new dimension.”

“Bob.” You stepped forward and gently tugged his hand away from his mouth. “I meant it. You’re pretty. Not just during your glow-in-the-dark god-mode or whatever. You’ve got those kind, beautiful blue eyes, and a warm smile, and your hair does that floppy thing when it’s humid—”

“I hate the floppy thing,” he whispered. “I love the floppy thing,” you corrected, and watched as his cheeks turned a deep, unmistakable red. “You’re gonna kill me with your sweetness,” he muttered, looking down at the floor like it had better answers than you did.

You leaned in closer, nose nearly brushing his, making him look back at you. “Then I guess I’ll have to revive you with kisses.” That earned you a stunned blink, a sputtered half-laugh, and then a wide, dorky smile that split his entire face open like sunlight escaping through clouds.

“…Okay,” he said breathlessly. “But fair warning. You call me pretty again and I’m legally required to build you a shrine.” You grinned and blush slightly. “Noted.”

As always if you like my work, please let me know! Reblogging, commenting, and liking are huge and easy ways to let me know you're enjoying my work, and it keeps me motivated to post way more!!! Requests are open <3

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[ceramini]

LOSER IN LOVE ⋆˚࿔ BUT YOU LIKE IT, RIGHT?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags size kink, domestic fluff, jake is clingy, soft dom! jake, jake is lwk a himbo ✿ scene living with jake means bad cooking, clingy cuddles, and sex that’s way too good for someone who doesn’t know what a dom is. but he loves you stupid, and its the best part ────── library ⊹ ࣪

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LIVING TOGETHER ⋆˚࿔ jake & his dumb shenanigans

✿ loser!jake who puts your expensive perfume in the fridge because he heard “scents last longer that way,” and then acts smug when you say it actually worked. He’s like, “See? I’m smart sometimes,” while holding your toothbrush upside down over the sink.

✿ loser!jake who sits crisscross on the floor while you do your makeup, staring at you like you’re doing magic. “What’s that one do?” he asks every product. You tell him the same thing every time. He never remembers.

✿ loser!jake who forgets to defrost the chicken, so he just cuts up hot dogs and puts them in mac and cheese like it’s a Michelin-star meal. You eat it anyway. He beams. “You love my cooking, huh?”

✿ loser!jake who insists on doing laundry but turns your lingerie pink, shrinks your skirt, and still has the audacity to be proud because “At least I folded it all.”

✿ loser!jake who walks around the apartment shirtless, thinks he looks normal, but the sweats are hanging way too low, the hair’s fluffy from a towel-dry, and the veins in his arms pop whenever he opens a jar for you. He has no idea why your knees go weak.

✿ loser!jake who cuddles into you so tight at night you can’t even roll over, muttering, “no…don’t leave, it’s cold,” with his nose smushed into your shoulder and his morning wood poking your ass like it’s not 6:13 am.

IN THE BED ⋆˚࿔ yes he IS a freak in the sheets

✿ loser!jake who can’t tell you what a dom is but still pins your wrists with one hand while his other slides under your shirt like it’s muscle memory. Whines in your ear like he’s the one being ruined.

✿ loser!jake who doesn’t get why your eyes roll back every time he goes deep. “Wait…is that a good face or a bad one?” he whispers, staying balls deep because your body keeps squeezing him too tight to move.

✿ loser!jake who is obsessed with your tits. Will literally start pouting if you cover them. “Nooo don’t hide,” he mumbles, mouth already latched to one while rutting into you slow, saying dumb shit like “they’re so soft. like little clouds.”

✿ loser!jake who genuinely apologizes every time you cum too hard. “Was that too much? I didn’t mean to make you cry…fuck, baby, I just wanted to feel good, not break you..oh my god.”

✿ loser!jake who never really talks dirty but blurts the filthiest things out in the heat of the moment like “I love your little hole, it’s so warm in there” and doesn’t realize what he’s said until you repeat it. He blushes so bad he forgets to keep thrusting.

✿ loser!jake who goes so long thinking he’s average until one day you physically can’t fit all of him and you’re whining for a break. He stares down, all wide-eyed, “wait, you’ve never needed to stop before?” then looks way too proud after.

✿ loser!jake who pants your name like a prayer, holds your thighs wide and keeps whispering “thank you, thank you, thank you” into your skin like getting to be inside you is some kind of miracle.

LOVES YOU STUPID ⋆˚࿔ even if he thinks ur out of his league

✿ loser!jake who buys you matching keychains shaped like frogs because “you like cute stuff,” and grins every time you put yours on a different purse.

✿ loser!jake who always brags about you like, “my girlfriend? she’s literally hotter than every girl on Instagram,” then shows his friends a blurry selfie of you in pajamas like it’s solid proof.

✿ loser!jake who kisses your cheek so many times you have to push him away when you’re getting ready, and he always goes, “Okay, okay..just one more,” and steals three while giggling.

✿ loser!jake who gets pouty when you’re busy. “What do you mean you’re working?” he mumbles, tugging your sleeve. “I’m right here. I’m bored. Just look at me. I’ll sit still. Please?”

✿ loser!jake who blurts out “I love you” when you’re literally just walking to the fridge. Says it like he can’t help it. Like it hits him fresh every time he looks at you. “I love you. Like, a lot. It’s actually crazy.”

✿ loser!jake who gets angry if someone flirts with you but doesn’t know how to act on it. Just clings to you harder, puffs his chest a little, and later grumbles, “You’re mine, y’know. I’ll fight someone. Like, I could. Probably.”

✿ loser!jake who lies on your stomach while you scroll your phone, pressing his ear to your skin to hear the noises it makes. “There’s like, a lil song in there,” he mumbles. “It’s your tummy symphony.”

[smutoperator]

Wild Ride

Baek Jiheon, Lee Chaeyoung x Male Reader

Tags: a very bright smile, anal, ass licking, blindfolds, CMNF, (lots of) facefucking, facial, floor sex, free use, girlfriend, master, motorbike, pussy eating, rimming, (very) rough sex, slapping, squirting, standing sex, threesome, voyeurism

Word count: 6067

Happy Jiheon Day!

Jiheon loves to smile. And since today is her birthday, she's got even better reasons to do so. She gets herself ready, tying her hair up and looking at her beautiful honey smile in the mirror.

Jiheon gets herself dressed as she waits for one of her groupmates to arrive. She promised her a wild ride for today, so the young maknae is quite anxious and craving to see what her groupmate is talking about.

Jiheon walks to the door of her house, where her friend is there to greet her. Chaeyoung appears with a beautiful look, taking her helmet off as she gets out of her motorcycle.

"Are you ready for a wild ride, Heonie?" Chaeyoung asks her young groupmate. "Sure," Jiheon asks, showing her cute smile one more time as she gets ready to ride alongside her friend. After a few minutes, Chaeyoung takes her to the house she set everything up.

Chaeyoung blindfolds Jiheon and starts teasing her as soon as they arrive at the house, giving her young friend some kisses. "What are you hiding from me?" Jiheon asks her. "You'll see it soon," Chaeyoung answers.

Chaeyoung walks Jiheon down the hall, turning her around and caressing her friend. "Happy birthday, baby girl," she says. Jiheon smiles again as Chaeyoung kisses her. "Wait, what is this, unnit?" she then asks as Chaeyoung gives a lick to her neck.

"Get on your knees," Chaeyoung commands Jiheon as she starts to strip herself. Jiheon can really hear the sounds as Chaeyoung takes her pants off and dives Jiheon's head towards her pussy. "What are you feeling, Heonie?" she asks her. "It's... Unnie's... pussy," she says.

"Good girl, I want you to lick it as your early birthday gift," Chaeyoung asks her. "S-sure," Jiheon obliges, putting her tongue between Chaeyoung's massive folds and enjoying it as her friend softly moans. "I wasn't expecting this type of fun," she says.

"We are just starting," Chaeyoung says as Jiheon savors her friend's wet folds. Jiheon quickly loses any shyness as she starts fingering Chaeyoung's pussy with ease. "Good girl, keep fucking that pussy," Chaeyoung commands. "Fuck yes," she then moans, enjoying Jiheon having fun with it.

"You're gonna make me cum; don't stop," Chaeyoung tells Jiheon as her moans get louder and louder. "Taste it," she commands as she sees Jiheon putting her fingers down her mouth to take her birthday rewards before going back to eat them out. "Oh shit, that's good. When did you learn how to eat pussy like that?" Chaeyoung asks. "Jiwon unnie taught me," Jiheon answers her.

Chaeyoung and Jiheon share some kisses as they hear some noise coming from the opposite room. You arrive and see them making out, already taking Jiheon from behind. "So this is the free-use slave you promised me, Chaeyoung?" you ask her. "Yes, she's all yours," Chaeyoung tells you.

Jiheon gives you her honey smile as you remove her blindfold. "Are you Chae's boyfriend?" she asks you. "Depends on the day," you answer her as you give Jiheon a few kisses. "My girlfriend's pussy surely tastes even better on you," you tell her.

You take your jacket off and take another look at Jiheon. "Look at me," you tell her. Jiheon pants as you give her pretty face a few spanks, her never ceasing to smile despite your beatings. Chaeyoung sits on the stairs, admiring the whole scene. "Hmmm," Jiheon moans.

"I'm going to give you a ride you're never going to forget. Now, turn around," you command Jiheon, pinning her against the door. "Look at that beautiful ass, ready to burst at any second from those jeans," you tell her, giving her a spanking before heading towards Chaeyoung.

"Take your clothes off and show us that ass," you command Jiheon, who does just as you ask. "Spread those cheeks for me," you tell her, Jiheon showing you the small gape in her ass. "You can do better than that," you tell her. "No, I can't; it's just this tiny," Jiheon answers you.

"Keep spreading it," you tell Jiheon, who tries to do it to the fullest. You grab Chaeyoung, choking your naked girlfriend before heading in Jiheon's direction and pinching her cute pair of tits. Jiheon moans but still smiles as you kiss her and drop her on her knees, Jiheon reaching towards your pants.

"You want that cock, don't you?" you ask Jiheon. "Yes," she answers with another smile. "Well, it's your birthday today, so I think you're ready to blow some candles," you answer her, just pulling the zipper of your pants and staying clothed as your thick meat pops out of it.

Jiheon slowly bobs her head on your cock, Chaeyoung watching as she tries not to get jealous of her young groupmate. "I don't want to take it slow today," you tell her, grabbing Jiheon's face and plowing it in front of your girlfriend. Jiheon takes it like a champ, you spanking her ass as she clings to your cock. You pop out and then swing it on her face before giving her another round of rough face-fucking.

"That's right, you can take it with ease," you tell Jiheon, grabbing her neck as she gives you a hungry smile, aiming for your balls, and then licking your shaft from top to bottom. You enjoy what is the cutest blowjob, her moving quite fast. "Don't stop, don't stop," you tell her.

"I'm suspecting someone must have taught you how to suck cock," you say to Jiheon. "Let me find out," you continue as you move upstairs towards Chaeyoung and start fucking your girlfriend's face really hard. Chaeyoung knows you like it rough, but even she is surprised by how fast you hammer your cock down her throat, giving her not an inch to breathe.

"Ahhhh," Chaeyoung moans as she gags on your cock, you hitting her face soon after. You move downstairs and repeat the rough facefucking with Jiheon, enjoying treating their throats like fleshlights. "That's good, open it," you tell Jiheon. "That's my good girl," you say to her as Jiheon gets back up and starts stroking your cock really hard.

"Do you want me to use you like a toy?" you ask Jiheon as you lick her neck. "Yes, please, ahhhhh," she says as she starts moaning. Jiheon once again smiles at you.

"Turn around," you tell Jiheon, quickly sticking your cock in her pussy. "Damn, it's so tight, let me stretch it out," you tell her. "Oh my God, yes, give it to me," she begs you as you quickly hammer your cock at full speed in her honey hole, Jiheon spreading her cheeks to take the intense heat you deliver to her from the get-go.

"Oh my God, fuck, AHHHH, you're gonna make me cum, YES, YES, SHIT," Jiheon screams. Chaeyoung is just watching as she can't help but feel a little jealous. "What do you say?" you ask Jiheon. "Thank you, master," she tells you, smiling one more time.

You lift Jiheon's right leg and push your cock back in her pussy. "Your body is incredible," you tell her. "Holy shit, fuck me hard, yes please," she begs you as she gets pinned against the door, you printing your big hands in her sexy ass. "You're gonna make my pussy fucking cum, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams, feeling a burning heat in her pussy she never did before.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, BABY, FUCK," Jiheon screams loudly, you pulling out and choking her. "You're enjoying this too much," you say to Jiheon as you bring Chaeyoung into the mix. "Get down and eat her out," you tell your girlfriend, who obliges and does to Jiheon what her younger friend had done to her earlier.

"Tell her you're a good girl while she eats you out," you command Jiheon. "I'm a good girl," Jiheon says, stroking your cock as Chaeyoung makes her moan down below. You hit her honey face countless times, enjoying making it red. "Wanna see how a proper submissive slut behaves?" you ask Jiheon as Chaeyoung now gets completely on her knees and starts worshipping your balls, her hot body sliding between your legs as she enjoys tasting her friend's pussy.

"Heonie tastes so delicious in your cock," Chaeyoung tells you as she takes it deeper in her mouth. Jiheon herself gets on her knees, both girls fighting to see who worships your cock the best. "Good girls," you tell them, Jiheon engulfing your cock and snatching it from Chaeyoung.

"You know where to fucking spit it," you say to Jiheon as she pulls your cock out of her mouth and spits on Chaeyoung's face. You reward her with another good facefuck, your shaft rubbing against Chaeyoung's face.

"Let me reward you for being such a good girl," you tell Jiheon as you make her turn around. "You know where I want it," you say to her. "You want it in my ass, my birthday cake, don't you?" she asks you, spreading her cheeks and smiling at you. "Perfect guess," you tell her, teasing her butthole before sticking it on it.

"Oh my God, oh shit, it's so fucking big in my ass, oh yeah, baby," Jiheon moans as you pump her ass hard, making her almost lose her balance. "OH SHIT, YES, YES, YES," she screams. "Come on, come on," you tell her, spanking her ass. You take your belt off, wrapping it around her neck as you get rougher and rougher with her. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT," she screams as she gets pounded hard. "You wanted to be a fucktoy; that's what you're going to be," you tell her.

Jiheon loses her breath as her quick anal session comes to an end, her fingers on her pussy as you let Chaeyoung taste the birthday girl's ass. "How does that butthole taste?" you ask your girlfriend, who bobs her head like crazy on your cock. "Like honey," she answers, moving faster as Jiheon comes in her direction and gives Chaeyoung some taps to her pussy.

"Oh damn, that's so fucking hot," Jiheon says as you shove your cock balls deep in Chaeyoung's mouth. "Look how hungry she is for your ass," you say to Jiheon as you pull your cock out of your girlfriend and start taking your clothes off while they kiss each other and share some spit, Jiheon rubbing it all over Chaeyoung's body.

"Now your next test will be getting my cock wet for my girlfriend to bounce on it," you tell Jiheon, who quickly dives under your balls, Chaeyoung lining up behind her to taste her friend's still sore ass. "You're obsessed with that ass, baby girl," you tell your girlfriend. "Don't stop, keep going," you tell Jiheon as you fuck her face while Chaeyoung spanks her ass.

"Damn, you're doing a good job; keep fucking sucking that cock," you tell Jiheon as she deepthroats your cock to the maximum. "She's such a fucking whore," Chaeyoung says as she enjoys her friend's face getting plowed. "Take that cock, show him the whore you are," Chaeyoung tells her.

You drop to the floor, letting Jiheon and Chaeyoung worship your cock together as they fight for every inch of it. Chaeyoung licks it up and down from your balls, while Jiheon sucks your tip and takes it down her mouth. The two girls share kisses as they move all over your shaft, Jiheon sitting on your face and grinding on it. "Lick that pussy," Chaeyoung says as she jerks your cock off, and then both lick it like ice cream in perfect sync.

"You're the luckiest man in the world right now, baby boy," Chaeyoung says as you enjoy Jiheon's wet folds while she deepthroats your cock. "Getting it very wet for my cunt to bounce on it," she says, adding some extra spit, before letting Jiheon have some fun with your cock as you two team up to eat her out, your girlfriend in her ass, you in her pussy.

"Seems like you've eaten that ass quite a few times before dating me," you tell Chaeyoung as she aggressively sticks her tongue up Jiheon's honey butthole and kisses you before spanking her ass. "Yes, I did," Chaeyoung says as she tells you to worship Jiheon's pussy.

Chaeyoung climbs on top of you, Jiheon sucking her perky tits. "I want to feel this fat dick inside my tight little pussy," she says, taking it slowly down it as she gets ready to bounce on your cock. "Let me tease that little fucking pussy," she says, before she starts riding. "Oh baby, oh yeah, I love that cock, fuck," she moans, meeting your thrusts with a spinning ride.

"Right there, baby, right in my tiny wet little pussy," Chaeyoung commands as she bounces faster up and down your cock. Jiheon comes in, spitting in her friend's pussy and rubbing Chaeyoung's clit as she rides. "Oh yeah, I'm so fucking wet," she says as Jiheon licks her tits and you reach to grope them.

"Let me taste that pussy," Jiheon commands as she pulls your shaft out of Chaeyoung's cunt for a bit. "That's good, make that cock nice and wet for me," Chaeyoung says as Jiheon takes it back, Chaeyoung spinning all over your cock. "I own that cock, baby; it's all mine. It feels so fucking good in my pussy," she says, Jiheon licking her pussy while you grope Chaeyoung's dick.

"I love it so much, I can't stop bouncing on that fucking cock," Chaeyoung says. Soon, you start thrusting upwards and clapping her cheeks, making her tits bounce. "That's it, baby, oh fuck," she moans, putting a stop by letting Jiheon taste it. "I want to cum all over that pretty big fucking dick," Chaeyoung says, going back to bounce as you reach to finger her clit and keep pumping her cunt.

"Ride that dick, yes, baby, use my cock," you tell Chaeyoung as she starts aggressively grinding on it, pressing her hands against your chest. "AHHHHH, FUCK," she screams loudly.

"Oh yeah, your fucking cock is so big, it stretches my tiny little pussy so god," she says as you pump up. "GIVE IT TO ME, I LOVE IT, FUCK, FUCK," she then screams, alternating between spinning on your cock and giving it very aggressive bounces. "So good, so, good," she says as she kisses you.

"FUCK BABY, FUCK, AHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," Chaeyoung screams loud as your balls clap against her skin. "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, AHHHHH," she screams, her legs trembling while she rides you. "Yes, baby, use my cock whenever you want it," you tell her, spanking your girlfriend's ass and then pumping upward as you bring Chaeyoung to orgasm.

"I love that fucking dick; let me taste that pussy now," Chaeyoung says as she climbs off your cock to do some tasting alongside Jiheon. "It tastes so delicious," you tell her.

"Wanna bounce on it too, Heonie?" Chaeyoung asks her groupmate as she guides Jiheon towards your cock. "Yes, unnie," Jiheon says. "Let me watch you ride that big dick then," Chaeyoung says.

Jiheon bounces her pussy hard on your cock. "Enjoy every second of it, Heonie," Chaeyoung tells her as she kisses you romantically. "Look at that slut, you're really fucking her good," Chaeyoung tells her. "Your cock tastes delicious inside that beautiful fucking pussy, baby," Chaeyoung says, pushing Jiheon down your big shaft. "OH GOD," the young girl moans, trying to go fast.

Chaeyoung and Jiheon share some kisses as Jiheon bounces faster than ever. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she moans, Chaeyoung closely watching as she sucks her young friend's tits, before rubbing her clit and making things harder for Heonie. "That's good, please, rub it harder, FUCKKK," Jiheon says, losing her breath and clinging to Chaeyoung as she tries to keep bouncing on your cock. "Faster, faster," Chaeyoung says.

"I love watching you fuck her," Chaeyoung tells you as Jiheon shares kisses with you, her pussy queefing. "Keep going, Heonie, cum all over that big fucking cock, take it, it's all yours," Chaeyoung says, spanking her ass before Jiheon pulls out. "Let me taste that wet cock," she continues.

"Come here, Heonie, taste your fucking pussy," Chaeyoung says as both girls take on your shaft, Jiheon going all the way down your balls. Chaeyoung gets to the floor and puts herself on a spooning Jiheon. "Lick that asshole; we're going to start the real fun now," she commands the youngster, who obliges and starts spitting on Chaeyoung's ass before licking and putting some fingers down your girlfriend's butthole, spreading it out.

You soon join the fun, licking Chaeyoung's legs and making them tremble so hard she squirts all over your face. "OH MY GOD," she screams as she coats your face with your juices. "You make me so wet," she says again as you hand your cock to Jiheon, who guides your cock towards your girlfriend's asshole. "Oh my god, oh my God, baby, be gentle, I wanna be your Barbie doll," Chaeyoung says as you start fucking her in the ass, Jiheon's tongue all over her pussy as you give her slow thrusts.

"Let me taste your asshole," Jiheon says, stealing your cock from Chaeyoung to give it some spits. "I like that," Chaeyoung says, you pumping her ass hard. Jiheon enjoys taking your cock occasionally to enjoy the taste of her friend's ass. "Please, put it back," Chaeyoung begs as you drill her asshole, her licking Jiheon's pussy while she gets fucked.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH," Chaeyoung moans as Jiheon grinds her pussy on her face. She lifts her leg, letting you take her ass deeper and deeper, Jiheon kissing her and muffling her moans as Chaeyoung's tight asshole squeezes your cock. You tease her gape a bit before attacking her backdoor harder than ever, Chaeyoung clinging to lick Jiheon's tits now. "OH BABY, BABY, BABY, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, HIT ME RIGHT THERE," she begs.

"OH, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, YES, YES, YES, BABY," Chaeyoung screams as you pick up that pace. "I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN," she tells you as you put quite the heat in her asshole, fingering her cunt alongside it. "GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE, RUB THAT FUCKING CLIT," she says, you grabbing her clit and rubbing it. "You're so good, baby," Chaeyoung compliments you.

"I wanna cum all over that cock. I wanna cum all over that fucking cock. Give it to me," Chaeyoung begs. "I'm so fucking wet, your cock feels so good, I wanna feel every inch, you stretch that little asshole perfectly," she tells you. "Please, baby, can I cum all over your cock?" she asks you before giving a huge squirt shower right in Jiheon's face. "OH MY GOD," she loudly screams, making her friend all wet.

You grab Jiheon to take her her turn next on the floor. You take it much rougher with her, picking up right where you left off with Chaeyoung. "AH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she screams as you just put the tip up her butt. "What are you?" you ask her. "I'M A SLUT," Jiheon asks. "And what do you want?" you keep asking. "YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," she answers.

"Oh my God, please, give me that big cock in my ass, yes, yes, yes, baby, holy shit," Jiheon screams as she gets hammered hard in her asshole, Chaeyoung sliding between her legs to lick your balls as you pump her friend hard. "OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUCKING LONG, I'M GONNA CUM ON THIS DICK," Jiheon screams as her cheeks get loudly clapped.

"OH SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets pounded hard, you putting your right foot in her mouth to silence her screams. "Come on," you tell her, Chaeyoung enjoying as her friend's ass gets blasted at full speed. You grab your girlfriend's head, shoving it against your asshole for her to tongue it while you fuck Jiheon. "OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, OH SHIT, BABY," Jiheon screams as she takes a huge pounding.

"That's what I want to see," you tell Jiheon as you briefly pull out of her ass, Chaeyoung quickly jumping to fill the void and diving to suck your cock. "You want more of that cock?" you ask Jiheon. "Yes, master," she promptly answers, fingering her clit. "Then cum for me," you tell her, Jiheon rubbing herself hard until she squirts.

"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING," Jiheon screams as she squirts in front of you. "Get off this dick," you command Chaeyoung as soon as this happens, ready to give Jiheon one more round of your fury. "Oh shit," she moans, almost collapsing to the floor. "Give me more, give me more," she begs as you kiss her.

"Looks like my girlfriend is jealous, though; she wants to get destroyed first," you tell Jiheon as Chaeyoung tries to sit back on your cock. However, you want the cute little smiley maknae more than your slutty girlfriend now, making sure to punish Chaeyoung for jumping the queue.

Chaeyoung tries to bounce on your cock like always. "Oh shit, baby," she says. But Jiheon quickly starts rubbing her clit as soon as Chaeyoung tries, giving you the perfect opportunity to attack her ass unchallenged. "YES, FUCK MY FUCKING ASS, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," Chaeyoung screams as she simply gets ragdolled, your cock jackhammering her asshole like nothing.

"Cum for me," Jiheon says as she rubs her friend's clit, Chaeyoung just closing her eyes and taking a repeated pounding in her backdoor. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," she loudly screams. She tries to bounce, but you simply don't let her, attacking your girlfriend's ass like crazy as Jiheon spanks her tits. "FUCK THAT ASS, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME," Chaeyoung loudly screams.

Jiheon slaps Chaeyoung's pussy and tits, sitting on top of her face as you push your girlfriend in your direction and give her a rough pearly gates pounding. "Oh my God," Jiheon says, baffled at the scene she's witnessing, your cock simply plowing Chaeyoung's ass at blazing speed while she rubs her friend's pussy, Jiheon wondering if you two are this wild having sex with each other every day.

"OH BABY, OH BABY," Chaeyoung moans as she gets drilled hard. "OH MY GOD, JUST TAKE CONTROL OF ME, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, OH BABY, YES, AHHHHH," she screams, your cock clapping hard against her ass. "YES, YES, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK," she continues to scream, fingering her cunt as your balls slap hard on her clit. "I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK MY ASS," she screams.

"Make her cum," Jiheon tells you, spanking Chaeyoung's tits as your girlfriend is now your free-use slut. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD," Chaeyoung screams, her legs hard up in the air as you just can't stop drilling her asshole. "AH, FUCK, RIGHT THERE," she screams. "Cum for me, cum for me," Jiheon says, Chaeyoung exploding in a squirt. "Oh my God, oh my God, you fuck that ass so good, you stretch me out so well," she says.

Jiheon takes your cock immediately to taste Chaeyoung's ass on it. You can tell Chaeyoung enjoyed being used like a ragdoll as she gives you her signature move of rimming your asshole after an amazing fuck. Jiheon is smiling at her as she bobs her head on your cock. "Hey, Heonie, let me get something too. I love tasting my ass; it tastes so delicious. I love slobbering all over it," Chaeyoung says.

"Looks like you want more," you say to Jiheon, fucking her face from down low as she throats your cock. "Come here," you tell her, turning Jiheon around with your cock pointing right to her backdoor. "Put that cock in my ass," she begs Chaeyoung, the two reversing roles as your girlfriend now takes on the mission of impaling Jiheon full of your meat.

"Right there," Chaeyoung says, licking Jiheon's cheeks as soon as she inserts your cock in her butt. "OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets pumped hard from the get-go. Chaeyoung watches from behind, licking your shaft and spanking Jiheon's butt as she gets pounded.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FEELS AMAZING, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets spanked and pounded. "OH MY GOD, YES, SPANK ME, she begs Chaeyoung, who hits her ass hard. "Look how much you love that big fucking cock in your ass," Chaeyoung says. "YES, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," Jiheon screams. "Hmmm, are you gonna cum all over my boyfriend's big cock? Looks like you're no longer an innocent girl," Chaeyoung says.

"Come on, cum on my cock," you tell Jiheon, Chaeyoung diving lower and sucking your balls. "OH FUCK, OH YES, I'M CUMMING, OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon says as she squirts all over your crotch. Chaeyoung savors your cock for a second, then quickly shoves it back in her friend's asshole. "HOLY SHIT, DON'T STOP," Jiheon begs.

"Pound that fucking ass like there is no tomorrow," Chaeyoung commands to you as you pump Jiheon hard, her body tilting a bit at each thrust. "That's so fucking hot, your girlfriend says, watching her friend turn into your anal cocksleeve in front of her. "OH FUCK YES, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," Jiheon screams. "Lick my girlfriend's ass," you command to her, Chaeyoung grinding her butt on Jiheon's face while you pound her friend.

"Lick my fucking ass," Chaeyoung says, pushing Jiheon's head against her butthole. You spank Jiheon's butt, who answers by spanking Chaeyoung's. "That's what I want to see, tongue my girlfriend's asshole," you command Jiheon, never ceasing to pump her ass hard at any second. "OH SHIT, OH FUCK," Jiheon screams as she cums all over your cock.

You wrap your arms around Jiheon, kissing her and giving her a little break. "Holy shit," I've never been fucked like this before," she says, out of breath as she sits on your lap, a very jealous Chaeyoung just watching you two have a little intimate moment.

"Keep going, baby, don't stop riding me," you tell Jiheon as she goes back to bounce her ass on your cock. "Fuck, it's so big in my ass," she tells you. "I know, but you can do it," you say to her, letting her bounce. "Oh, it's so deep," she says, you two kissing a little more.

"Come here," you tell Jiheon, putting her back on the floor as you and Chaeyoung kiss her. You go down to worship her pussy while Chaeyoung kisses her neck. "Oh shit, fuck, baby," Jiheon moans as she gets surrounded by both of you, Chaeyoung rubbing her tits as you get ready to make Heonie cum again.

"I wanna squirt all over his face," Jiheon tells Chaeyoung as you put a lot of heat in her pussy, her legs starting to tremble. "Isn't it good, Heonie?" you ask her. "It's about to get even better," you say, putting your cock back in Jiheon's ass for another round of rough spooning fuck.

"You're so fucking sexy fucking my ass," Jiheon says as you start slow this time, grabbing her butt and shocking her neck. "I want to be your cocksleeve," Jiheon says, Chaeyoung adding an extra spice as she lines up behind you to tongue your asshole between your thrusts in Jiheon's.

"Yes, baby, tongue that ass," you tell Chaeyoung. "Fuck, baby, yes, just like that, you're gonna make me cum again, AHHHHH," Jiheon screams as Chaeyoung's tongue in your ass gives you the motivation you need to attack her butt. As Jiheon cums, Chaeyoung deepthroats your cock before eating Jiheon's ass. "Oh my god, that shit feels so good," Jiheon says.

Chaeyoung gets back on top of you, and you get back on top of pumping her. "HARDER, HARDER, HARDER," she screams, Jiheon enjoying spanking your girlfriend's ass and turning it red as you make your girlfriend a cocksleeve one more time. "FUCK," Chaeyoung screams, you grabbing her body and thrusting even harder.

"YES, BABY, I'M YOUR DIRTY FUCKING SLUT," Chaeyoung screams as she gets pounded hard again. "AH, FUCK, BABY," Chaeyoung screams. "OH MY GOD, BABY, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST KEEP FUCKING THAT ASS. YOUR COCK IS SO BIG IN IT, AHHHH," she keeps moaning.

Chaeyoung spins on your cock as you slow down a bit before pumping her hard one more time. "You like that slutty ass so much, don't you?" she asks. "I CAN TAKE IT ALL, BABY, FUCK," she screams, her legs trembling as she squirts. "Damn, that looks so good on your ass," Jiheon says, rubbing her hands all over Chaeyoung as you pull out a little to kiss your girlfriend and spit on her face a bit.

"Put it back in her ass, there you go," Jiheon incentivizes you as you turn back into an animal as soon as your cock meets Chaeyoung's anal cavity again. "YES, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM," Chaeyoung screams, Jiheon staring at her with a sexy smile. "KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, BABY," Chaeyoung says. "That's so fucking hot," Jiheon says, both sharing kisses as your thrusts finally come to a halt.

"My girlfriend's slutty ass needs some licking," you tell Jiheon, who promptly obliges and puts her tongue all over Chaeyoung's anus, the squirrel shoving Heonie's face against it, before climbing out of your cock and pushing Jiheon to bob her head on your dick.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Chaeyoung suddenly moans as you put your hands in her cunt to make her squirt and make the floor even more slippery. Chaeyoung makes sure to push her gushing pussy close to Jiheon's face, gifting the birthday girl with a geyser of juices coming out of her horny cunt. "OH YEAH, RIGHT THERE," Chaeyoung screams just as she cums all over Jiheon's face.

Jiheon drinks Chaeyoung's squirt as you move in her direction for her to have her turn. "I want you to show me that honey in your pussy," you tell her, reaching between Jiheon's legs and massaging her insides. "OH MY GOD," she screams as she cums, losing her breath in the process.

"Cum all over my slutty girlfriend's face; she needs to be punished," you tell Jiheon, pinning her against the stairs handrail and rubbing her cunt for a second time, Chaeyoung now right below her friend's body, ready to receive another gush of squirt in her face. "FUCK, AHHHH, SHITTT, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO FUCKING HARD," Jiheon screams as her juices cover Chaeyoung's face.

Jiheon can barely breathe after such an intense fuck session, so you give her a little break, turning your attention to your girlfriend as you get Chaeyoung on all fours. "Let me lick that ass," you tell her, lining up from behind and eating her out. "Oh baby, that's so good," she tells you.

"Stretch my ass one more time," Chaeyoung says. "Oh, fuck," she moans, her hole very sore after so much fucking. "Stretch it, stretch it, baby," Chaeyoung says, you grabbing her ass and letting her boobs bounce. "You like it?" you ask her. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK BABY," she answers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chaeyoung says as she moves her hips up and down. Jiheon takes a seat to watch, providing the saliva for you to fuck her. Jiheon puts her face on top of Chaeyoung's ass, you feeding her in between thrusts on your girlfriend. "Oh, fuck, baby, I love it," Chaeyoung says, moaning softly.

You fuck Chaeyoung's pussy a couple of times too, Jiheon licking her asshole and bobbing her head from time to time on your cock. "Her pussy is good, but she's really a buttslut," Jiheon whispers in your ear, you pushing your cock back in Chaeyoung's ass and letting her move her hips back and forth on your cock while Heonie watches. "Feed her," she tells you as you push your cock back in Jiheon's mouth.

"Fuck me like a little whore, baby, fuck me like a little slutty whore, that's it, baby," Chaeyoung begs. "YES, BABY, YES, LIKE THAT," she says as you increase the pace, her struggling after so much pounding. "Touch your pussy for me, I wanna see," you tell her. "TAKE IT, TAKE IT, BABY, FUCK MY ASS," she begs you.

Chaeyoung moves her hips a bit, but you quickly take control and spank her butt. "OH FUCK," she moans. "Such a pretty as you've got there, especially with my cock in there." OH BABY, OH BABY, OH BABY, FUCK ME BABY, GIVE IT TO ME, I LOVE, AHHHHHH," she screams as you hammer her ass harder than ever.

"I love being a dirty little slut for you," Chaeyoung says. "YES, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs. "OH MY GOD, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, OH SHIT," Chaeyoung keeps screaming. You rub her clit a little bit. "You made me cum so much today," she tells you as you worship her pussy and make her squirt all over her face. "You're such a wonderful boyfriend, baby," she continues.

"Come here, Heonie, do you still have something to give me?" you ask Jiheon, pinning her against the door wall where it all began, her stroking your cock, her rubbing your clit while you choke her. "I wanna cum for you, just for you, baby," Jiheon says as she fingers her pussy hard and squirts again.

"Get on all fours on the stairs," you tell Jiheon, slapping her face as she follows your instructions. Soon, you mount on top of her and start drilling Jiheon like a raging bull, a wasted Chaeyoung watching. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH FUCK BABY, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon can only scream.

"FUCK THIS COCK IS DESTROYING MY FUCKING ASS, YOU'RE GOING SO FUCKING FAST," Jiheon screams as you hammer her harder than ever before, her closing her eyes and just taking the extreme heat you give to her ass. "Open that ass for me," you command her, enjoying the massive gape your cock left on it.

Jiheon got fucked so hard she can barely walk, you pushing her back against the door for one more round of standing fucking where she can barely feel her legs, them getting more numb as Chaeyoung hits to finger her cunt. You fuck the cute Heonie like a fleshlight, her never ceasing to smile even as your cock goes absolutely berserk in her asshole.

"YES, YES, YES, RUB MY PUSSY," Jiheon begs Chaeyoung. "Get down," you tell her, Jiheon bending her head as Chaeyoung pops her face on top of her friend's ass, enjoying the extremely close view of the rough action. "OH SHIT," Jiheon screams, Chaeyoung sticking her tongue out as she watches her friend get destroyed.

"I want you to cum all over me so I can share it with your girlfriend," Jiheon tells you. "Then get down," you tell her, choking her and fucking her face hard, making it slam against the door as you push your balls deep in her throat. You do the same to Chaeyoung, Jiheon licking your balls as you try to fit them in your girlfriend's mouth.

You jerk your cock off in Jiheon's face, her giving you her typical honey smile as she waits for your cum. Chaeyoung rubs her clit as she waits for you to load in her best friend. Jiheon starts rubbing her clit in anticipation. "Happy birthday, Heonie. Now taste my honey," you tell her, Chaeyoung rubbing your balls being the final straw for you to ejaculate all over Heonie's face.

You blast so hard on Jiheon that your cum spills into the door, giving her nine massive loads in her face that make her give you the brightest smile of the day. Chaeyoung comes in and licks the cum from her friend's face, the two sharing kisses.

"That was fun," Jiheon said. "For sure, we should do this more often," Chaeyoung says. "So, master, what did you like the most about me: my smile, my pussy, or my ass?" Jiheon asks you.

"I can't decide."

[mcrdvcks]

— goodnight n go

summary: You and Matt are childhood friends who met at the orphanage. But people always assume you two are dating.

word count: 3.6k+

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

notes: as an og matt murdock stan, i can't believe i've never wrote for him. i hope this is accurate to his character!

and the title goodnight n go is a song by ariana grande from her album sweetener - which i fully believe is an underrated album

also i consider this taking place between dd s3 and ddba

warnings/tags: mentions of twirling/playing with hair, after endgame (so tony is dead😭), best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, oblivious idiots, slight angst, mention of injuries and blood

“And don’t forget to clean the coffee filter. I don’t want anyone getting sick. Again.” You said, grabbing your purse.

“I swear, sometimes your worse than my mother.” Foggy replied, sipping from his mug.

Karen quirked a brow, “your mother isn’t exactly a role model for parenting.”

Matt let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "She’s got a point, Foggy."

Foggy sighed dramatically, setting his mug down. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll clean the damn filter. But if I get coffee poisoning or whatever, I’m blaming you."

"You’ll live," you said, amused. You glanced at Matt, reaching out to fix the slightly crooked knot on his tie. "You should eat something before court."

"Not hungry," he replied, though he didn’t move away.

"You never are," you muttered, smoothing your hands over his lapels before stepping back. "Text me if you need anything."

Matt tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You say that like you won’t just show up unannounced."

"Don’t tempt me." You grabbed your coat, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "See you later."

"See you," Matt said, voice softer now.

You gave a quick wave to Foggy and Karen before heading for the door.

Foggy exhaled loudly as it closed behind you. "That was totally normal. Super normal. Just two friends being weirdly affectionate in front of their other friends."

Matt ignored him, reaching for his cane. "We’re close. That’s all."

Karen shot him a look. "You’re also full of shit."

Matt just smirked and walked out.

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It was late by the time you made it to Matt’s apartment, balancing a takeout bag in one hand as you knocked. You didn’t have to wait long—there was the distinct sound of locks clicking before the door swung open.

"You didn’t text," Matt said, leaning against the doorframe.

"You didn’t either," you shot back, stepping inside without invitation. "So I figured you probably forgot to eat. Again."

Matt sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he closed the door behind you. "You don’t have to keep feeding me, you know."

"You don’t have to keep skipping meals, but here we are," you said, setting the takeout on the counter.

Matt chuckled, walking over to the couch and sinking into it. "How was work?"

"Same as always. How was court?"

"Long," he admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. "But we won."

"Then that calls for a celebration." You grabbed the food containers and joined him on the couch, handing him one.

Matt took it, his fingers brushing over yours briefly. "You really didn’t have to do this."

"Yeah, well, I was already out, and I know your fridge is probably empty."

Matt smirked. "You checked my fridge?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not today, but I have a pretty good guess. And considering you didn’t argue…"

He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Fine. You got me."

You both ate in comfortable silence, the familiar hum of the city filtering in through the window. When you were done, you leaned back against the couch, letting out a content sigh.

Matt shifted beside you, his arm resting along the back of the couch. It was second nature when you tucked yourself closer, your head resting against his shoulder.

"You tired?" he asked, voice low.

"Mm, a little," you admitted.

Matt's fingers absently played with the ends of your hair, a familiar and comforting habit.

"You could stay," he murmured.

"You always say that," you said, eyes closed.

"And you always do."

You huffed a soft laugh but didn’t argue.

---

The scent of coffee pulled you from sleep, warm and rich, mingling with the quiet sounds of the city outside. You cracked one eye open, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling before remembering—Matt’s apartment.

You stretched, groggy but comfortable, the sheets soft and warm around you. The space beside you was empty, but the dip in the mattress told you he hadn’t been gone long.

Dragging yourself up, you padded toward the kitchen, yawning as you leaned against the counter. Matt stood by the stove, pouring coffee like he had all the time in the world. He was still in the sweats and T-shirt he’d worn to bed, hair slightly messy, looking impossibly at ease.

"Didn’t wake you, did I?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"You and your super-hearing," you muttered, rubbing your eyes. "I would’ve kept sleeping if your coffee didn’t smell so damn good."

Matt smirked, reaching for a second mug. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

You grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging lightly as you stepped closer, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He huffed out a quiet laugh, free hand settling at your hip like it was second nature.

"Tired?"

"Mm. Your couch is comfy, but your bed is better."

"You say that like you weren’t the one who crawled in."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, peeling away just enough to steal his coffee and take a sip.

Matt didn’t even try to stop you. "I was going to give you your own."

"You’re too slow."

"Or maybe I just like it when you steal from me."

You smirked against the rim of the mug, not missing the way his hand lingered at your waist. Instead of calling him out, you took another sip and turned toward the fridge.

"Pretty sure you don’t have food in here," you said, opening the door.

"You’d be correct," Matt said, completely unbothered.

You sighed, grabbing one of his hoodies off the back of a chair and pulling it on over your sleep shirt. "Guess we’re getting breakfast, then."

Matt hummed, setting his mug down before reaching out, fingers brushing over the sleeve. "You know you keep stealing my clothes, right?"

"You gonna do something about it, Murdock?"

His lips twitched, like he was holding back a smile. "Not a thing."

You grinned, grabbing his cane and tossing it to him before heading for the door. "C’mon, Devil Boy. Breakfast is on me."

"Generous," Matt mused, following after you without hesitation. "Just don’t expect me to let you steal my coffee and my food."

You didn’t bother responding. He’d let you do both anyway.

---

You smoothed your hands down the fabric of your outfit, eyeing yourself in the mirror one last time. It wasn’t often that you got this dressed up—definitely not for work—but a Stark Industries gala demanded something a little more refined than your usual jeans and hoodie.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. When you opened it, Matt stood there, looking effortlessly put together in a sleek black suit. The tie was perfect, the hair just slightly tousled, and the way he carried himself made it impossible to tell that he wasn’t seeing any of it.

"You clean up nice, Murdock," you teased, grabbing your purse.

His lips quirked into a small smile. "You’re one to talk."

His voice had that subtle shift, the one that always came when he was taking you in—not with his eyes, but in the way only he could. He wasn’t just listening to your words; he was listening to the way your breath hitched slightly, the way your heartbeat quickened when he leaned in a fraction too close.

You cleared your throat, stepping back. "Ready?"

"Always," Matt said, offering his arm.

You rolled your eyes but took it anyway, his touch steady and warm as the two of you headed out.

---

The gala was exactly what you expected—sleek, extravagant, and filled with people who had more money than they knew what to do with. The chatter was loud, glasses clinking as servers weaved through the crowd with trays of expensive champagne.

Matt stuck close to your side, his fingers lightly grazing your arm as the two of you maneuvered through the room. It wasn’t like he needed to be guided, but the contact was easy, familiar.

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" he murmured near your ear.

"Because I asked nicely," you replied, plucking two glasses from a passing tray and handing him one.

"Mm. That must’ve been it."

You huffed a quiet laugh, taking a sip. The atmosphere was buzzing, but Matt seemed relaxed—more than you expected.

"Surprised you’re handling this so well," you admitted. "Figured the noise would drive you insane."

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "I’m filtering most of it out. But you—" He shifted just a little closer, lowering his voice. "You’re easy to focus on."

Your fingers tightened slightly around your glass. He did not just say that with a straight face.

Before you could come up with a decent response, someone approached—one of your higher-ups at Stark Industries. You smiled, exchanging pleasantries, introducing Matt with an easy, "This is my friend, Matt Murdock."

Your boss smiled politely before turning to Matt. "It’s great to meet you. And what do you do?"

Matt’s lips twitched like he was holding back amusement. "I’m a lawyer."

"Ah, an honest profession," your boss said, clearly impressed. "And you’re here as—?"

"Her date," Matt said smoothly, with absolutely no hesitation.

Your brain short-circuited for half a second. Your boss nodded approvingly before launching into some talk about Stark’s latest legal team, but you barely heard a word of it.

Matt, meanwhile, looked completely unfazed. Like he hadn’t just said something that made your stomach flip.

The conversation wrapped up, and as soon as your boss was out of earshot, you leaned in slightly, keeping your voice low.

"Date?"

Matt just smiled, lifting his glass. "Figured that was easier than explaining whatever this is."

You squinted at him, but he only took a sip of his drink, calm as ever.

Damn him.

---

At some point in the night, the gala turned into something more social—music playing, people moving toward the open dance floor. You weren’t much of a dancer, but Matt, of course, looked completely at ease, even without seeing the way people moved around him.

"You’re staring," Matt said suddenly, lips quirking.

You scoffed. "I am not."

"You are," he countered, setting his empty glass down. Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, he extended a hand. "Dance with me?"

You blinked. "You hate dancing."

"That’s not true."

"You avoid dancing."

Matt smirked. "And yet, I’m asking you."

You hesitated for half a second before sighing, setting your glass down and placing your hand in his. His fingers curled around yours, warm and firm as he pulled you toward the floor.

His other hand settled at your waist, light but certain. Yours rested against his shoulder, and for a moment, the world shrunk to just the two of you, the music humming around you as Matt led with an ease that shouldn’t have been possible.

"You’ve done this before," you murmured, impressed despite yourself.

"Few times," Matt admitted. "But this is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed it."

Your breath hitched, heart stuttering before you could stop it. And from the way his lips twitched, you knew he caught it.

"You’re doing that on purpose," you muttered.

"Doing what?"

"This. Being all—" You gestured vaguely.

Matt just smiled, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "Maybe."

You narrowed your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. If anything, you let yourself relax into him, your fingers idly tracing the fabric of his suit as the two of you swayed.

It didn’t feel friendly. It didn’t feel like some casual thing you could brush off. It felt like something else, something real, something you weren’t sure you were ready to name just yet.

And from the way Matt held you—careful, close, like he knew exactly what this was—he knew it, too.

---

It had been a few days since the gala, and life carried on as usual—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

You pushed open the door to Nelson, Murdock & Page, a takeout bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. The office was quiet, save for the sound of Foggy typing furiously at his keyboard and Karen flipping through a stack of papers at her desk.

"Tell me you guys have eaten," you said, setting the bag down with a thud.

Karen looked up first, lips twitching. "We have now."

Foggy groaned in relief, already reaching for the food. "You’re a lifesaver. Matt’s in his office, by the way."

You hummed in acknowledgment, grabbing the coffee before heading toward the glass-paneled room at the back. The door was slightly open, and Matt was exactly where you expected—leaning back in his chair, fingers pressed against his temple like he was nursing a headache.

"You look like hell," you said, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

Matt’s lips quirked at the sound of your voice. "And yet, you still bring me coffee."

"Because I’m nice," you teased, setting it in front of him.

Matt reached for the cup, fingers brushing yours in the process. You ignored the way your pulse jumped at the contact, shifting to sit on the edge of his desk.

"You should eat, too," you said. "I brought—"

"You didn’t have to do that," Matt murmured, cutting you off.

You rolled your eyes. "You say that every time, and yet here I am, making sure you don’t keel over from malnutrition."

Matt exhaled a quiet laugh, fingers curling around the coffee cup. "I appreciate it."

"You better."

There was a pause. The usual kind, the kind that never used to feel weighted—except, lately, it did.

Matt turned his head slightly, like he was studying you in that way he always did. "You okay?"

The question caught you off guard. "Me? You’re the one who looks like he’s been through hell and back."

Matt huffed. "Occupational hazard."

You folded your arms, watching him for a moment. His tie was slightly loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and there was the faintest shadow of exhaustion under his eyes. The usual signs of Matt Murdock burning the candle at both ends.

You reached out without thinking, adjusting the knot of his tie like you had at the gala. He stayed perfectly still, letting you.

"You really need to take better care of yourself," you muttered, smoothing out the fabric before pulling back.

Matt caught your wrist before you could move too far, his thumb brushing over the inside of it—absent, thoughtless, but lingering.

"You do that enough for the both of us," he murmured.

Your breath hitched before you could stop it. His lips twitched.

Damn him.

You pulled your wrist free, shaking your head. "Eat your food, Murdock."

Matt smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Yes, ma’am."

---

A knock at your door this late was never a good sign.

You barely had time to process it before a second, weaker knock followed. Frowning, you unlocked the door and swung it open—only for Matt to nearly collapse against the frame.

"Jesus, Matt—" You grabbed his arm, steadying him as he exhaled sharply. His suit was torn in places, blood staining the red fabric, his lip split, and a nasty bruise was already forming along his jaw.

"You gonna let me in, or…?" His voice was rough, strained, but still laced with that familiar teasing edge.

You didn’t answer, just hooked an arm under his and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and shoved him down onto the couch.

Matt let out a quiet grunt as he sat, shifting carefully. "You don’t have to—"

"Shut up." You dropped to your knees in front of him, flipping the kit open. "Take off the suit."

"You don’t waste time, do you?"

"Matt."

"Alright, alright," he muttered, wincing as he pulled the top half of the suit down, exposing bruised ribs and a gash along his side. He also took off his helmet.

You inhaled sharply but said nothing. This wasn’t new—you’d patched him up more times than you could count. But something about tonight felt different.

The room was quiet as you worked, disinfecting the wound, pressing gauze to the worst of it. Your hands lingered, fingertips brushing over the edge of a bruise, tracing the uneven rise and fall of his breath.

Matt didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into it, just slightly.

"You’re mad at me," he murmured.

You scoffed, pressing the bandage to his ribs a little harder than necessary. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Of course I’m mad, Matt," you snapped, voice low but edged with frustration. "You show up at my door looking like this, you don’t tell me where you were or how bad it was—do you even think about what it’s like for me? Sitting here, waiting for you to—"

Matt cut you off the only way he knew how.

He kissed you.

It wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t questioning. It was firm, certain—like he’d already decided long before this moment that it was inevitable.

Your breath caught, but you didn’t pull away. His hands found your face, fingers ghosting along your jaw, mapping you out the way only he could.

You exhaled against his lips, your own hands grabbing onto his bare shoulders, nails pressing just slightly into his skin, but Matt didn’t pull away. If anything, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding from your jaw to the nape of your neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, his touch light, careful—like he wasn’t sure how much he could take before you stopped him.

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him back, frustration melting into something else entirely. The heat of it, the way he breathed against your lips like he needed this just as badly as you did—it sent your heart hammering in your chest.

Finally, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, forehead brushing against his.

"Matt," you whispered, voice unsteady.

His hands stayed where they were, fingertips still curled against the base of your neck. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice low, rough. "And I will."

You exhaled, fingers flexing against his skin. "I don’t want you to stop," you admitted.

Matt’s breath hitched. You felt it more than you heard it—the way his chest rose sharply beneath your hands, the way his grip on you tightened like he was committing this moment to memory.

Then, as quickly as it started, his lips were on yours again—slower this time, deliberate.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, caught up in him, but when you finally pulled away, Matt’s hands lingered, his thumbs brushing over your skin like he was still grounding himself.

"You’re still hurt," you murmured, running a hand over his ribs, where fresh gauze was now taped in place.

Matt let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head. "You’re the one distracting me."

"You kissed me, Murdock."

"Mm. And you kissed me back."

You huffed, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t move away. "You need rest."

Matt hummed, not agreeing but not arguing either. His hands finally dropped from your face, settling instead at your waist, like letting go completely wasn’t an option.

"You staying?" he asked, voice softer now.

“Yeah. Afterall, you are in my apartment.”

Matt let out a quiet hum, his hands still resting at your waist, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your shirt. He wasn’t letting go, and you weren’t pulling away.

"You’re on the floor," he murmured.

"Yeah, no shit," you said, raising a brow.

His lips quirked. "Come up here."

You hesitated, but only for a second before shifting, moving to sit beside him on the couch. Matt adjusted just enough to make room, one arm draping along the back of the cushions. His other hand found your knee, thumb brushing absentmindedly against it.

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, leaning your head back against the couch.

"How so?"

"You come here half-dead, I patch you up, and then instead of resting, you start—" You gestured vaguely between the two of you.

"Kissing you?" Matt supplied, smirking.

You shot him a look. "Distracting me."

Matt exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting his head in that way he always did when he was focused on you, listening. "Do you regret it?"

The question made your breath catch, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you reached over, your fingers trailing along the edge of his jaw, ghosting over the bruise forming there. Matt didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned into your touch.

"No," you admitted softly.

His grip on your knee tightened just slightly. "Good."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "You do need rest, though."

Matt hummed, clearly not in a hurry to move. His fingers slid up, resting lightly against the curve of your hip. "Stay?"

You exhaled, shaking your head. "Matt, I live here."

"Right. Convenient." He smirked, thumb brushing against your skin.

You huffed, shifting to lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate, his arm slipping around you like it was second nature.

For a while, neither of you spoke. His breathing was steady, the warmth of him grounding, familiar. You could feel the tension in his muscles start to ease, his body finally giving in to exhaustion.

"You’re not going out again tonight, right?" you asked, voice low.

Matt didn’t answer right away, which was already an answer.

"Matt."

"I won’t," he murmured.

"You better not." You tightened your grip on his arm, just slightly. "Or I’m locking you in here next time."

Matt let out a quiet chuckle. "Terrifying."

"Damn right," you mumbled, letting your eyes slip shut.

He didn’t say anything else, just pulled you closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.

And for once, Matt actually stayed still.

i had a lot of fun writing this - the idea of falling in love with your best friend is just so cute! (curses to my childhood self for not having a male best friend to fall in love with😭)

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# “THE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK…” ── .✦ ( batboys w an unhinged!reader and blunt!reader )

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s always caught off guard but loves it. Your bluntness is a breath of fresh air for Dick, who’s so used to diplomatic conversations. You say whatever’s on your mind with zero filter, and he’s like, “Oh, wow. Okay. I respect it.”

Hates it when you don’t hold back with him. He’s used to being the charming, funny guy who makes everyone laugh, but you hit him with a “That was dumb, don’t do that again” and his brain short circuits for a second. “You can’t just say that!” “Why not?”

Finds it hilarious when you wreck other people’s egos. You have zero time for anyone’s nonsense, and when someone messes up, you let them know. Dick’s in the background, trying not to laugh. “Do you not think before you speak?!…” He’s always acts so shocked but hey, he’s kinda enjoying it unless it’s aimed at him. (He can’t fight verbally for the life of him without saying some cringe shit)

Doesn’t even try to change you. Dick knows what he’s getting into, and he loves you for it. He’s never going to ask you to ‘tone it down.’ He actually finds your unapologetic attitude pretty hot.

He’s 50% worried you’ll get into trouble, 50% impressed. But in the end, he’ll always back you up, saying, “She’s just honest. Get used to it.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Finally, someone who speaks his language. Jason lives for the fact that you don’t care what people think. He loves how blunt you are, especially when you cut through the BS with the precision of a sharp knife.

Gets protective when people try to push your boundaries. If someone dares disrespect you, Jason’s the first one to step in. “You’ve got a problem with her? You’ve got a problem with me.”, “Jason that was so fucking cringey..”

Appreciates that you don't sugarcoat things for him. You’ll tell him exactly how it is, whether it’s about his attitude or a bad decision he made, and he respects it, it’s like the tt sound where “that’s when it hit me, it was the best idea I ever had..” but like this: “Not gonna lie, that was a terrible plan, Jay,” and he’ll just nod. “Fair.”

You guys have the most chaotic, weirdest conversations. It’s a mix of witty banter, ridiculous one-liners, and deadpan sarcasm. Other people can’t even keep up with the energy.

The idea of dating a ‘good girl’ never appealed to him anyway. He thrives off your unhinged energy. You’re unpredictable, and it keeps him on his toes, which he loves. “Yeah, you’re definitely not boring.” (Although the thing is he does love innocent people, like if you’re like gen clueless he wants preserve your innocence.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim’s brain can’t keep up with you. Your blunt, no-nonsense attitude constantly makes him blink in confusion. One minute you’re casually roasting someone, and the next, you’re giving a straight-up critique of his latest plan. He’s learning that he can’t outthink you.

He admires your unapologetic honesty. Tim has a lot of internalized doubts, so watching you casually reject anyone’s judgment is a nice contrast. You don’t apologize for your thoughts, and it’s something he secretly admires.

Constantly second-guesses himself around you. Your sharp tongue makes him want to be as confident as you. He gets nervous about saying anything that might sound soft, so when he stumbles, you’re like, “What was that? I swear you just whispered something.” And he’ll blush hard, muttering an apology.

You both have a sarcastic sense of humor that others don’t quite get. You say something outrageous, and Tim will respond with the driest remark possible. People in the room often wonder if you two are joking or just genuinely a bit rude.

Not scared to call him out. When Tim’s too nice, you’ll be like, “You need to stop letting people walk all over you. Grow some teeth.” Tim won’t admit it, but that does motivate him to be a little bolder.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian is a bit taken aback at first. He’s used to people being respectful or like seeing him as kinda a role model, so when you come out with a “That’s dumb, don’t even talk to me right now,” he’s not sure how to handle it. He will stand there, blinking, while processing your bluntness. (He’s too stunned to speak 😞)

Genuinely respects your forthrightness, though. “I’ll admit, I have never met someone so… honest.” He starts respecting you even more, thinking you’re someone he can’t manipulate or charm easily.

Loves that you’re as stubborn as he is. If you’re determined about something, there’s no changing your mind. You’ll fight for your opinions even if it gets you into a heated debate. And Damian’s right there with you, arguing like it’s the most fun thing in the world.

Tries to match your bluntness. “You talk too much,” he says one day, and you immediately reply, “And yet, here you are, listening to every word I say.” Damian actually pauses for a second, impressed. “Right..”

Loves how you’ll shut down his critics with zero hesitation. Someone says something disrespectful to him, and you’ll be the first to shoot back, “He doesn’t need your advice, trust me.” He’ll give you a proud little smirk. “I like the way you handle things.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

At first, Bruce is a bit disconcerted by your bluntness. Bruce’s the kind of guy who expects people to be formal and classy, and you just come in with “This entire meeting is a waste of my time. I don’t care about any of this.” He blinks, then quietly admires your bravery.

Totally respects your unfiltered honesty. Bruce has had enough of the world’s games, so when you don’t bother to pretend or hold anything back, it’s like a breath of fresh air for him.

Secretly loves when you don’t play nice." He knows you're not afraid of saying what you think, and when you call him out on his brooding or overly protective behavior, he listens. “You’re right. I’m sorry for not trusting you more.” (He totally doesn’t have a tracker on your hair clip..🥰)

You both have moments of pure savage honesty that no one else gets. There’s no need for filters, and you’ll both exchange one-liners so dry that it leaves everyone else in the room confused.

Finds it endearing when you make his plans more interesting. “This is ridiculous. Why are we doing this again?” You snap at him in a room full of his board members, and he just gives you a look that says, “I’m never apologizing for you.”

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TRICK-WHORE-TREAT!

summary: do NOT fuck summon the insanely hot curse, sukuna.

tags: trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, modern day, pwp, smut (p in v), ōral sex (f!recieving), food (candy) play, sukuna has two dicks, he’s a bully, petnames, dumbification, etc. mdni.

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“the hell’s that?” you ask, stepping into the livingroom after finishing up your nightly skincare routine. tonight, it’s just you and your friends mina and sage, skipping every halloween party to hang out together . you’ve all stocked up on snacks and horror games to keep yourselves entertained.

“no clue, got it off some marketplace—thing was dirt cheap,” sage shrugs, holding up an ancient, dusty book that looks like it’s been around since the dawn of time. you step closer as sage hands over the grimy thing, flipping the first page and frowning at the unreadable text.

“this is the dumbest shit ever, we can’t even read it,” you mutter, slamming the book shut as dust fills the air, making you gag. but something about it still piques your interest, so mina does a quick search and manages to decode some of the ancient alphabet, translating the words:

RYOMEN SUKUNA, KING OF CURSES.

SEALED AWAY BY: GOJO CLAN.

DO NOT SUMMON.

you nearly lose it at the dramatic warning. a king of curses sealed up in a ten-dollar marketplace relic? yeah, super scary.

“so, this is like…a bootleg ouija board?” mina asks, clutching your cat, coco, for comfort. you drop the book onto the coffee table with a snort as you and sage crack it open again, flipping through each creaking page. mina pulls your cat tighter as it hisses, clearly over her nerves. as you dig through the pages, you find some ridiculous official chant,

“ryomen sukuna, king of curses, awaken now. break from the seal, emerge from the night.”

you and sage recite it over and over, while mina shuts her eyes like you’re actually summoning something worth fearing.

“lame ass book,” you scoff, tossing it behind you, where it lands with a dull thud on the carpet. after that, you grab the other games you brought for the night, and the three of you dive into a marathon of competitive chaos, yelling and laughing until your voices are hoarse. hours slip by, and between the endless rounds and maybe a bit too much snacking, exhaustion starts to sink in.

“gooood nighttt,” you all mumble sleepily as you collapse, deciding to let mina and sage take the bed while you settle onto the makeshift floor bed. you don’t mind the floor—anything for them.

soon enough, silence fills the room, but in the dead of night, a sudden blast of wind slips under the door, rattling it hard enough to shake you awake. your eyes blink open, heavy with sleep, as a strange light spills through the door’s cracks. did you really forget to turn the lights off?

you tap your phone and squint at the screen, 3:27 AM. you groan softly, realizing you’ve barely slept an hour before the cool wins wakes you. maybe you left the window open?

rising from your makeshift bed, you glance over at sage and mina, fast asleep, curled up with your stuffed animals. you tiptoe toward the door, gently easing it open. you nearly yelp when coco, your cat, slips past you and pads silently toward the living room, ignoring your whispered calls as you follow her.

you freeze when coco hops up into a lap—a man’s lap.

your gaze slowly travels up the figure sitting casually on your couch. in the dim light, you can’t fully make out his features, but you catch glimpses—dark, muscular limbs, and the glint of red eyes that pierce through the shadows. coco purrs contentedly in his lap, her small body relaxed as he strokes her fur with a disturbingly gentle touch.

“c-coco…?” your voice is barely a whisper, each syllable shaky as dread knots in your stomach. as your eyes adjust, you realize he has…more than two arms. two extra limbs drape over the couch, relaxed and disturbingly still.

“coco?” he chuckles darkly, voice rich and deep, cutting through the silence. “show respect, peasant.”

a chill races down your spine. his voice carries a weight that sinks into your bones, making you want to shrink back. he cradles coco close to his chest, his other hands moving with unnatural grace, almost possessively, as if she were his own.

“such a precious creature…i’ve missed having a pet in my kingdom.” he speaks slowly, each word dragging, drawing you further into his presence. kingdom? a sinking feeling tightens your chest as your eyes flick to the spot where you’d tossed that cheap book…now gone.

you edge toward the light switch, hand shaking as you flip it on. what you see makes your heart plummet.

he sprawls on the couch with a lazy, terrifying ease, two extra arms draped like they belong there, his legs spread wide in dark, traditional robes, your small cat nestled comfortably in one of his enormous hands. as your eyes trail up, you catch the tattoos winding over his skin, tracing ancient patterns that seem to pulse. then you see them—two extra eyes, fixed on you, gleaming with an unearthly red glow.

“s-sukuna?” you breathe, recognition dawning as your mind replays the cursed illustrations from the book. your stomach twists. you’ve summoned him. his head lifts, and his eyes lock onto yours—four intense, ruby orbs that make you feel like prey.

slowly, sukuna rises from the couch, his towering frame unfolding to its full, monstrous height. his head nearly brushes the ceiling, his presence filling the room, suffocating. he steps closer, holding coco in one hand while his other arms hang back, giving him an unnervingly calm stance as he approaches. you’re trembling, pinned in place by the dark weight of his gaze.

“woman, your scent…” his voice lowers, rough and insistent, as he gently places coco on the ground. she slinks off, disappearing into the shadows as his eyes never leave yours. “…it’s clouding my mind.”

a sharp heat flares through you, fear mingling with something darker. without thinking, you press your thighs together, shocked by the rush of sensation that shouldn’t be there, not with this terrifying creature towering over you. you back away slowly, unable to break eye contact, until you feel the wall press against your back.

“tell me,” he purrs, a mocking smirk curling his lips as he steps into your space, trapping you between the wall and the solid, overwhelming force of him. “isn’t it pathetic…getting all worked up for a ‘lame ass’ like me?” he taunts, voice dark and dangerous. you swallow hard, realizing he heard every insult, every careless word about him and that “cheap ass book.”

“not my fault that book was less than ten bucks,” you snap back, defiance flickering up despite the fear pressing down on you. you’re not sure where the courage comes from, but you hold his gaze.

his chuckle is a low, rumbling sound, his red eyes burning into you. your gaze dips down, lingering on the sculpted lines of his abdomen under his robe, catching on the hard outline beneath the fabric.

the sick fucker was turned on too.

he’s probably more turned on than you, and it’s beyond obvious as he has you folded in half on the couch, your legs painfully stretched back, feet nearly reaching past your head. two of his hands pin your thighs down with a grip that feels bruising, while his other two cradle the backs of your inner thighs, spreading you open with no mercy. his tongue, impossibly long and sinfully thick, reaches deep, curling once it finds that sweet spot that makes you cry out. your eyes flutter as you fight to stay conscious, catching a glimpse of his face twisted in raw, desperate need. when one of his eyes meets yours, a spark of dark hunger flickers within his piercing gaze, sending a shiver through your entire body.

your walls clamp around his tongue as he plunges even deeper, hitting places that make your breath hitch. “m-more,” you moan, voice needy and broken, completely lost in him. his lips curl into a smirk against you, and he lets you grind into his mouth, allowing you to lose yourself in the pleasure. without you realizing, sukuna reaches for something on the table—a bottle of thick blue syrup, something new he’s been itching to try on you.

your eyes roll back when you feel the cool syrup drizzle onto your swollen, sensitive folds, and you gasp, watching as the blue liquid glistens against your flushed skin, sliding down to coat every inch. sukuna’s grip tightens, pressing your legs further down, holding you in the filthiest position imaginable. he takes his time, squeezing ever sticky drop from the bottle as it pools on your clit, mixing with your arousal and slowly dripping lower, reaching your entrance. his tongue pulls away just enough for him to admire the mess he’s made, eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the way the syrup clings to your needy, twitching cunt.

then, without warning, his mouth is back on you, his tongue dives in, lapping up the syrup in messy, hungry strokes. the taste of blue raspberry mixes with your own sweetness, driving him wild, and he groans deeply as he sloppily devours you. his lips stain blue, and he doesn’t care; he’s making out with your cunt like he’s starved for it, sucking hard on your clit until your mind spins. you feel the gentle scrape of his fangs against your sensitive skin, and the pressure builds as he tugs and pulls, drawing out every bit of sensation he can, his mouth relentless and filthy as he drives you past the edge.

his grip tightens on your legs, pressing them even further down as he spreads you wider, eyes locked onto the sight in front of him. he lets his tongue swirl over your clit, catching the sticky syrup with sloppy, hungry strokes. “look at you,” he groans between licks. “soaked and covered in candy like my own personal treat.” he chuckles darkly, lips stained blue as he smears the syrup messily around your swollen, twitching folds.

“‘kuna, jus’ fuck me already,” you whine, voice thick with impatience. you’ve never felt this desperate, and your gaze keeps drifting down to the thick bulge pressing against his robe. all four of sukuna’s ruby eyes narrow, and he lets out a low, mocking chuckle, clearly taken aback by your demand.

“you think you can boss me around, huh?” he taunts, his grip tightening on your chin as he taps your lips, silently demanding you open your mouth. the moment you part your lips, he spits a thick wad of saliva right onto your tongue. you swallow it instantly, almost embarrassingly eager. he grins down at you, his expression twisted with amusement, and gives your cheek a few light taps. “so nasty… and here i thought you had some dignity.”

in a swift motion he pulls you into his lap, forcing your thighs to spread over his muscular legs. when did he even take off his pants? you barely have time to process it as you feel the heat radiating from him, and your eyes drop to the bulge under his robe.

“you want it so bad?” he sneers, pushing you back with a rough shove. “prove it. since you think you’re in charge, you’re gonna work for it.” he unties his robe with a calculated slowness, letting it slip open. your eyes widen, breath catching at the sight of not one, but two thick, throbbing cocks, pre-cum dripping from both angry red tips, veins snaking along their length. and on his stomach, a grinning mouth, twisted and sinister, completes the terrifying sight.

“what’s wrong? too much for you?” he laughs, watching as your jaw drops, taking in every inch of him. “thought you wanted to act all big and baaad.” his eyes flash as he jerks his hips up, rubbing his tips against your soaked entrance. “go on then. ride me… let’s see if you can keep up, princess.”

“t-two? are you insane?” you gasp, eyes locked on his monstrous cocks, both thick and throbbing as they twitch under his dark gaze. sukuna just smirks, his hand wrapping around one shaft, tapping the flushed, swollen tip against your clit. each soft thud electrifies you, your body jolting with each contact as you slump against his chest, barely able to hold yourself up.

“c’monnn, where’d all that attitude go?” he sneers, flicking your forehead as a warning. the sting makes you wince, and he’s already impatient, lifting your hips with two large hands, positioning you right over his leaking tip. you can barely breathe as you look down, staring at how massive he is. there’s no way you can take all of him—but he’s clearly planning to fit both.

you cry out as he sinks you down onto his first cock, stretching you open in one brutal thrust. your eyes widen, feeling every thick inch filling you to the brim, your walls straining around him, slick and achy. glancing down, you can see the bulge forming where he’s stuffed so deep inside.

sukuna chuckles lowly, a dark, mocking sound that reverberates through your body as his hands roam your hips, patting your head in a twisted kind of praise. “not so tough now, huh?” he taunts, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to take him. you’re utterly stuffed, thighs trembling, mind swimming, and he’s just getting started.

he groans when he feels your walls flutter around him, clenching tighter as his hands move down to your ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. you moan brokenly, and he smirks, thrusting up with sharp, brutal snaps of his hips. each thrust sends squelching, messy sounds echoing in the room, your arousal spraying out, slicking his abs and thighs. you’re a mess, head lolling against his shoulder as the filthy noises fill your ears, lewd and obscene.

“thereee we go, brat… ‘m right here,” he drawls, one hand pressing down on the bulge in your lower stomach, making you sob. his thrusts grow rougher, inhuman, skin slapping against skin as the couch creaks under the weight of his assault. every time he drives into you, your juices squelch and spray, drenching both of you in a mix of sweat and slick.

“imagine what your friends would think of you,” he growls, voice thick with lust, “getting fucked like a dirty little slut by a demon.” his words make you whimper, panic flashing in your mind at the thought of being caught. but it only fuels him, watching your pathetic, broken reactions as his cock slams relentlessly against your cervix.

then, you feel something warm and slimy flick over your clit, making your eyes snap open. you look down, horrified and aroused, to see a mouth on his stomach, tongue lapping hungrily at your swollen nub. you sob, grinding your hips down, desperate for any kind of release as his mouth devours your sensitive bud.

his cock throbs as he nears his climax, driven crazy by your whimpers and the way your walls cling to him, squeezing him tighter with every thrust. his pace becomes erratic, desperate, hips snapping up harder and faster, both of you teetering on the edge. “fuckkk,” he groans, voice rough, his brow furrowing as he loses control, thrusting sloppily as he chases his own release.

with one last brutal thrust, he spills hot and thick inside you, his cum flooding your insides, filling you up as you shudder and release with him. your essence sprays out, slicking his stomach and thighs, a messy mix of cum and arousal coating everything. his stomach tongue laps up every bit of you, greedily sucking up the slick mess. your body goes limp, utterly spent, as your head falls to his chest, lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat and the warm stickiness between your thighs.

without a word, you two stay exactly where you are, not moving an inch as you keep clenching around his shaft. his fingers idly play with your hair, lulling you toward sleep when—

“what the fuck is going on?”

your eyes fly open, and you turn to see your friends standing in the living room, eyes wide and mouths hanging open as they stare at the two of you.

how in the hell are you going to explain this…