#*devours the lollipop in one second*

[driftsart]

*give starscream a 🍭*

[chaconnenha]

이희승 STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES

📄⸝⸝ heeseung needed a little sweetness in his life. (he needed you.) ❪ ꕤ ❫ pairing. bad boy!lhs x f!reader ʬʬʬ───includes. slightly suggestive, but ends with fluff, smoking, heeseung is down bad for you . . . LIBRARY ?!

YOU were two steps away from the top of the rooftop staircase when you saw him standing with his back towards the view, his eyes on you, while he lit a cigarette between his lips. A trail of smoke to fill the space between you, connecting you like an invisible string. The smell of tobacco hit you fast as you took the next few steps forward. You came to a stop a few feet away from him, as if you had walked into an invisible wall.

Lee Heeseung started. You stared back. How many times have you met like this now? It felt like too much of a coincidence that you would both be on the rooftop at the same time. And yet, you didn’t find yourself minding it too much—you didn’t mind him too much. Your friends told you to stay away. They told you he was no good. But as he stood before you now—the notorious bad boy, the lone wolf—you couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of your own thrumming heart.

Your fingers subconsciously tightened around the stick of strawberry lollipop in your hand. You followed the way his chest rose with a breath, before falling as a puff of smoke was blown from his lips. You didn’t see the way his eyes drifted down your body from where he stood, taking in the way your glossy lips shone under the sun like a piece of candied fruit.

“That can’t be good for you,” you said, tilting your head ever so slightly. And almost immediately—like he were searching for water in the desert—his eyes drifted to the way your hair shifted to reveal the nape of your neck, the innocent act corrupted by the thoughts that ran through his mind. He thought about what it would be like to have you bear your neck to him like that, to let him cover the skin in hungry kisses in attempt to taste the sweetness of the scent you carried around like an aphrodisiac. 

“Does it matter?” he asked, lowering his voice just the slightest, as if trying to play the part of a big bad wolf scaring you away. A word of caution before he got the urge to devour you whole.  Run away little bunny, it seemed to say. I don’t play nice.

“It can’t be that good, can it?” You asked innocently. “Why don’t you have something that tastes better?”

Heeseung’s breath was caught in his throat. And if he had filled his lungs with smoke from his cigarette, he might have coughed it all out at the wording of your question. You didn’t mean it in that way—he knew that, because you were just too good. You grew flustered whenever he so much as caught you looking in his direction, you wouldn’t be able to flirt without burning brighter than the strawberries that you always smelled like.

But god, all he wanted to do was ask if you were going to offer yourself up as an alternative. Because even if he never got to taste the flavour of the gloss on your lips, he knew it would be the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Just one taste, he wanted to ask of you. And damn did he hate himself for letting his thoughts run wild by something so innocent.

“Yeah?” he whispered, breathless. “Like what?”

Your lips jutted into a cute little pout, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. He didn’t even take notice of the way your looked at the lollipop in your hand. It took only a few seconds before you knew what to do. You skipped your way over to the boy, until you were standing right in front of you. Now, you were closer than ever before, and Heeseung was looking down at you as if you were an angel sent from heaven, because how else was someone so bright, so pretty, up close? 

“Here.” You held out the lollipop in front of his starstruck eyes. “You can have it.”

When he didn’t respond, you took his calloused hand into yours—and he let you, like some puppy trained to give their paw when asked. You held onto it, before placing the unopened treat onto his palm, and closing his fingers over it. He stared at you like an idiot, the hand holding his cigarette falling to his side as he remained fixated on the feeling of your hand holding his.

His eyes flickered to your face, only to find that you were avoiding his gaze. Your chewed on your lip, before lowering your head, allowing your hair to fall over your face. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, only to be silenced... with a kiss.

He almost fell over in shock at the feeling of your soft lips on his parted ones, an explosion of strawberry bursting across the tip of his tongue, tasting just as sweet as he imagined. Your soft curves were pressed against his toned body, and he barely had the strength to keep his arms from wrapping around you and pulling you to him until the only barrier left between you were your clothes. Instead, he let his hands cup your face, as if he were cradling the entire world in his palms.

Heeseung leaned into your kiss as if you were a siren leading him to drown in the depths of the ocean, and all he wanted was to stay in this moment forever, to lose himself in your kiss rather than another cigarette. But before he could, you were pulling away. He looked into your eyes, his hands shaking as gasping breath left his lips. “That wasn't what I was expecting. But I'm not complaining.”

You giggled. Fuck, you were so cute. "Well that was only a one time thing.”

Damn it. “So, what do I do to make it permanent?”

You bit your lip, and it gave him half the mind to lean over and bite it himself. But then you glanced at him, a cheeky glint in your eye, and wave of warmth rushed up into his chest.

“Try not to smoke so much, okay?”

Heeseung didn’t get a chance to speak before you were scrambling off like a scared little animal with their tail between their legs. He watched your form as it disappeared, too late say anything before you were gone from his sight. But as he listened to the sound of your hurried footsteps and grow farther away, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

He looked at the lollipop, then at the cigarette. With a breathy chuckle, he dropped the latter, extinguishing the flame with the heel of his shoe. Staring up at the sun, he unwrapped the lollipop, before bringing it to his lips. Your face flashed through his mind, and he found himself unable to contain the smile that found its way onto his features.

It tasted sweet.

© chaconnenha ( ALL RIGHTS RESERVED )

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Your handler comes home early to celebrate, and you can’t help but think of the day you first met.

Word Count: 5.4k

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Dubious Consent, Unreliable Narrator, Smut (Gun Play, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk/Degradation, Exhibitionism), “Accidental” Groping, brief mention of Spanking, Murder/Dead Bodies, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Shock Collars, Pet Names (lollipop, sucker, etc.). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Let’s give a warm welcome to Lloyd and his lollipop. Took me a moment on this one to find the motivation to write, but here we are! Happy First Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Spinning around the room, your head dizzy with the motion, you travel. Skirt billowing, the swish of fabric against your thighs. Around, around, around. An endless dance inside the walls of your confinement. Soft music fills the air, strings and winds blending in a harmonic melody and filling your head as you glide. 

The song ends and you pause. Halted by the sight of your handler in the door. 

“Mr. Hansen,” you greet in surprise. “I thought you weren’t due for another few days.” 

Stepping to the side, you find the calendar. No month or date, but days marked in little boxes. The one three days away circled to indicate his return. You point to it, as if it will provide its own explanation. 

“And miss our anniversary?” Lloyd says with a hand over his heart. “Never. That pansy ass only took an hour to finish, a pop to his gullet and I was on my way home.” He mimes the shot with his fingers, pointed at your chest. “Now give me some sugar.”

You step forward and tilt your head, the perfect angle for him to slant his lips over yours and devour. You swoon against him. His mustache tickles, but it’s a sensation to which you’ve become accustomed—even enamored. 

He hums against your lips and shoves his tongue past them. You meet each venture, each lick. Your fingers smooth over his sweater and shoulders until you reach the nape of his neck, scratching at the short hairs there. His knees buckle and he wraps his arms about you. He tastes sweet, like always. A little tart, like sour apple. One of your favorites. Probably rolled one of his lollipops around his mouth before arriving. He never eats the grape or cherry ones before he kisses you—knowing you hate that they taste of medicine. 

“Mr. Hansen,” you gasp against his lips. The cool metal of his suppressor trailing over your body. 

He chuckles and pulls back only to capture your shock in his gaze. His tongue swipes over his lips and his eyes burn with his hunger. 

The gun lowers in its quest. Nudging between your thighs and pressing tight against you sex. Your fingers grip tight. Nails biting into his skin. Metal against your bare pussy.

Your eyes remain locked. His drinking in each minute expression that flits across your face. A smirk sits under his mustache. His hand rocking the gun against you. You lift on your toes. But his free hand cradles your nape, keeping you put. 

A mocking concern furrows his brow. “You don’t like that, sucker baby?” he asks. 

Your breath hitches and you whine. Why he has to look at you with that false pity and infantilizing voice, you don’t know. But you feel the rush of arousal it sends between your thighs. 

“Sir,” you pout, “please.”

His face lifts in amusement and he keeps the motion of his hand, stimulating you with his gun. 

“You know how much I love keeping you on my flavor saver,” he purrs with a predatory grin. “The thought of you on my gun?” He growls and rocks his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against you through his khakis. “Such a good, juicy girl for me.”

You whimper as the smooth metal of the suppressor’s tip catches on your clit. Your lips press together, hips canting toward the stimulation. 

“More, please,” you request, your voice breathy and head tilting toward his. 

He takes your invitation, kissing you again and stealing your breath. His free hand begins to wander, plucking at your nipples and smiling when you squeak in pain against his lips. But his hand travels further down, squeezing your ass and smoothing over your upper thigh. 

A strange dull pain radiates from the exploration of his fingers. You blink in confusion and pull back a second. A glance down at his hand sees his finger buried in the fabric of your dress, the tender spot nearby. Your head tilts in curiosity, but you think nothing of it. Legs bumping into all sorts of things—an inexplicable tender spot or two never amiss. 

But Lloyd stops. He grasps at your skirt and pulls it higher to expose the full extent of your thigh. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice dripping lust.

“Nothing,” you squeak. “It’s nothing.” You try to brush away his fingers or guide them somewhere more distracting. 

But just like a dog with a bone—a very large bone—he doesn’t let you go that easy. His eyebrow quirks. His chin lifts just a little. And you’re spinning on your heel until he has your back pressed to his front.

“Now, sweet sucker,” he coos in your ear, “you wanna try that again?”

The smallest click reaches your ear. You know that sound. Have heard it far too often. The safety on his gun clicking off. Your heart spikes in panic. Yet he once again grinds it against your sex. Head fuzzy with a cocktail of panic and pleasure, you buck back toward him. He grins and presses a kiss to your cheek from behind.

“Tell me,” he grits with a tweak of your nipple. You gasp and reach for his hands. “Ah, ah,” he chides, keeping your grasp away from his gun, “don’t wanna do that, sweetheart. Don’t want an accident.”

You tip your head to catch his eye. He stares down at you, ever cool and cocky in a way that reminds you of the day you met. 

“I—” You stop to lick your lips. His gun slides against you once more. Your eyes flutter closed.

“That’s right,” he purrs, “Tell me what’s happened to my candy girl.”

Another knock of the gun against your clit. Your lips press together, holding back a moan. You shake your head, hoping to clear it. “I must have bumped up against something while you were away,” you burst, trying to keep your thoughts straight with the delicious press of his firearm and cock clouding your mind. “It just twinged a little. But I’m fine.”

Lloyd hums, but you can’t see his face. Too focused on the starbursts on the backs of your eyelids. So close, so close to your climax.

“Baizen!” he barks from behind you. The tone of his voice enough to make anyone with a lick of sense freeze. 

“Sir,” you ask, voice breathy and hitched as his free fingers join the barrel of the suppressor. “Why does he—” He pinches your clit, chuckling at your surprised squeak, before finding your entrance and plunging his fingers into your core. You moan, question instantly forgotten. 

Your head tips back to rest against him. He presses another kiss to your skin. Tongue tracing toward your mouth and licking over your lips. He hums and you squirm with the bristly tickle of his mustache. 

His fingers tease your entrance as you mewl and sway your hips, needing him to fill you. “You hear that?” he asks right by your ear. The squelch of your arousal embarrassingly loud compared to his whisper. Your lips press together and your head shakes. “God, you’re so sweet for me, sucker baby.” His teeth catch on your lobe, nibbling while his fingers sink into you once more. 

Footsteps echo from outside your door. The heavy beat of their tactical boots, familiar from their patrols, approaching. Your stomach flip flops. Never once have you understood Lloyd’s need to display you. But you know better now than to fight it.

“You called, boss?” the man—Baizen, you assume—asks. He clears his throat but enters the room and stands at ease.

Lloyd’s fingers remain relentless—toying with you, keeping you on the brink, your head clouded with the ever growing need to cum. And he doesn’t respond, not for a minute. Letting the other man’s discomfort compound with your gasps and moans. 

Half-distracted by you and continuing with your mind-altering torture, he states, “You let my girl get hurt.”

Baizen blinks. His brow furrows. He tries to catch your eye. But you know better. 

“Of course n—”

With a final flick to your clit, the gun disappears. You only register the swift pew-pew of a double shot moments later when Baizen’s body hits the floor. Blood flows from the bullet wounds, two straight to the heart. 

The safety clicks back on and Lloyd raises the gun. He examines your slick juices coating the metal and smiles. A gleam of satisfaction sparkles in his eyes before he drops the gun and wraps his arm around you, caging your body to his. His fingers curve within you and your knees crumple. Lloyd lowers you down, following you to the plush fibers of your fluffy rug. You whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, but he presses his lips to your throat in placation while his zipper snicks on its descent.  

You sink your fingers into the sheepskin to prepare yourself and with little warning he plunges in. A wounded sound spills past your lips. Pain sparks at the sudden stretch but so does a exquisite thrill at having him inside you again. 

Lloyd’s relentless. The moment he seats himself inside you to the hilt, he melts on top of you. A deep groan presses against your head before his hips snap back and he plunges into you again. Your pulse thrums and your fingers wring the fibers of your rug, mouth gaping as the sounds of your pleasure punch out of your chest. Each thrust another devastation to your sanity, losing yourself to the pleasure. 

A deep guttural satisfaction hums from deep in his chest. Fingers grip tight at your hips. In response, they cant back, searching for more, grinding for stimulation.  

“Just like that,” he breaths on a loud praise through his moans, “let me hear those slutty, slutty sounds, lollipop.” He grunts, fingers flexing at the flutter of your pussy around him. “God, I love you.”

You can’t respond, even though you’re supposed to—stroke his ego, sing his praises, shower him in affection in return. Your mind blank, save for thoughts of how he fills you. Stretches you to your limits with each clap of his hips against yours. No contemplation. Just bodies joining together in an exercise of rapture. 

But he won’t accept that. That he forces all coherence from your head with his cock, words forgotten in his drive toward climax. His right hand releases your hip and without his support you collapse. Prone on the rug, he doesn’t waver but continues to bury himself in you as far as he can and wrest moans from your slack mouth. Your head tilts back, guided by his fingers gripping your throat. 

“You’re so far gone,” he chuckles on labored breaths. “Look at you, so adorably pathetic.” He tuts and pauses, sheathed within you to grind his hips to yours. You release the rug and your hand flutters over his at your throat. His voice dips deep and deadly. “What do you say?” he prompts. 

You mewl and blink, fighting back the heady fog of your lust. “I love you, too, Mr. Hansen,” you slur. 

His head lowers, nose inhaling the smell of your hair, finding the hinge of your jaw. “Damn right.”

His hand releases your throat, letting you bury it back in the fluffy rug beneath you. Instead, as he resumes fucking you with abandon, it finds the apex of your thighs. Murmurs of delight leave him at the squelch of your arousal and his fingers grind against your clit which throbs for attention. 

You cum with a keening cry, legs shaking with it and trying to squeeze shut. But Lloyd keeps you open, accessible for his use. 

He grunts and his hips stutter. Relief wells up inside you, almost as orgasmic as your own climax. He cums, filling you to the brim. A weak moan spills past your lips, parched and thirsty. 

With a pleased hum, he snuggles closer and pins you fully to the rug below. You both breathe heavy and his hum turns into a familiar melody. “Lollipop” by The Chordettes fills your ear. When you manage to turn your head to glimpse him over your shoulder, a cocky grin pulls at his lips. 

That grin. The lock of his normally coiffured hair that falls into his eyes. Your mind flashes back to another moment—similar and very different and just as earth-shattering. 

The bell dings. You glance at Naomi, flirting with a tall man, his back to you. You hesitate a moment before your feet find their way to the right spot without her. Under the dump bucket at the water park. Overhead you gaze up at the giant bucket—over 1,000 gallons of water ready to fall. Others join you, glancing at each other with glee. Your heart jumps with anticipation. 

The bucket tips, the bell still sounding in your ear. Your eyes close. But you couldn’t have known to brace for the impact. 

The force of the water buffeting you punches the air from your lungs. Feet faltering in their position, you start to slip on the wet floor. You can picture it. Your skull smacking against the pavement. Pain. Blood. Waterboarded by hundreds of gallons of water. Not a pretty picture. 

Sudden strong hands grasp at you. One around your waist, the other accidentally gropes your chest. But they turn you away, shielding you from the rest of the deluge. A body presses against yours and keeps you tucked against them until the water runs out. 

You breathe a moment, shocked by this stranger’s quick thinking and decisive action. Their hands release you and they step into your view. 

“You okay?” he asks, a strand of wet hair flopping over his forehead. “Sorry about the uh—” His hand raises and flexes. Your cheeks heat and you clear your throat. “I just saw you falling and didn’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

“Thanks,” you mumble with a shy smile. “It’s silly, but I swear I saw my life flashing before my eyes.” 

His lips quirk toward a smile beneath his mustache and your belly makes a nervous swoop.  His dripping clothes cling to his frame. A low chuckle spills from him as he wrings water from his open Hawaiian shirt. You try your hardest not to stare at the white undershirt, transparent and outlining his muscles. Your teeth sink into your lower lip. You glance over your shoulder toward Naomi, now approaching with a smile on her face. 

“Well, uh,” you mumble turning back with a shy tap of your toe, “how can I repay you for your…” But by the time you look back, the stranger has disappeared. 

“Look at you,” Naomi says with a pinch of your shoulder. You flinch and look at her. “Soaking wet. Don’t you just love it?” 

You shake your head with an uneasy chuckle. “Not exactly. Let’s go do that Tornado thing.” You herd her toward it, hoping to distract her from what just happened. But, still, you glance back hoping to catch a glimpse of the handsome man who saved you. 

He doesn’t leave your head the rest of the day, even as you step out of the hotel shower that night and begin to dry yourself off with the fluffiest towel you’ve ever used. You hum to yourself and sigh, pushing thoughts of your mystery man aside for a moment. Naomi suggested a club nearby and you trudge to your luggage to pick an appropriate outfit. The club scene was never yours, but it is Naomi’s. You take a picture of yourself in the mirror and text her for approval. Seems only right since she’s treating you for this whole trip—the hotel, the food, the water park—all on her daddy’s card. It’s nice to be the heiress of a business empire. 

A text comes back after a moment. Gorgeous! 😍

Your brow quirks at the response. Used to her responding selfies and abbreviated text speak, your thread full of them. 

Everything alright? You ask. 

A minute passes. Nothing. You sit at the foot of your bed, keycard passing through your fingers while you wait. She’s usually glued to her phone. Why it’s taking her an age to reply, you don’t know. You check the time, tap the card against your phone screen, take a glance around your room to make sure everything’s tucked away. 

A knock bangs on the door. You jump, startled. That’s not like Naomi at all. You stand and fidget with the short hem of your dress. 

Hesitant steps take you to the door and you look out the peephole. A man, tall with dark curly hair and glasses, stands outside your door. He looks one way down the hallway as if speaking to someone else. 

He says your name in a forceful, clipped command. “Please open the door. For your own safety.” 

You step back and turn toward your room. Panic spikes up your spine until you shiver with it. You step toward the bed, then the bathroom, then the window not knowing where to turn. 

“I’m from the FBI, Agent Denny Carmichael. I must insist you let me in.” 

Your fingers tremble as they tap Naomi’s number on your phone. It continues to ring and ring before going to voicemail. The agent stops talking. But you hear mumbling from just outside. 

You drop you phone by your purse and approach the door again, trying to hear what he’s saying. 

“Look,” he says, an edge of frustration to his tone, “Naomi Jackson has received death threats from foreign organizations. We’re working closely with the CIA to mitigate the threat, but she has been taken into protective custody for the time being. And, until this threat passes, you will need to be under our protection as well.”

You swallow hard. Stomach transforming into a pit of dread. You look toward the peephole, hands clenched with your apprehension. 

A heavy sigh comes through the door. “Would you like to see my badge?” he asks. 

Making sure the chain lock remains in place, your hand finds the doorknob. You twist and open it a fraction, standing behind the door to shield yourself. 

Agent Carmichael’s hand slides his badge holder through the gap. You snatch it away and close the door. His hand slaps it with a bark of “Hey!” 

You flinch from his shout but take a long look, verifying his name and his status as an FBI agent. It looks legitimate—at least to your eye. 

With a final moment of hesitation, you unlatch and open the door. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I just—”

Agent Carmichael holds up a hand to silence you. “You were startled and scared. I understand, but we need to move. Now.”

He grasps you by the arm and guides you down the hallway, head swiveling back and forth. You can only guess he’s looking for threats. Would you really be in such danger?

Your feet can’t move as quickly as your escort wants, but you try to keep up. It’s a whirlwind of back exits from the hotel, avoiding staff, and being shoved into the back seat of some sort of black sedan. Agent Carmichael explains nothing else, even when you notice a woman sitting in the passenger seat beside him. He simply starts the car and begins to drive.

“Uh, hi, hello,” you mumble to greet the woman. 

She gives no response. Almost as if pretending you weren’t there at all. She turns to the other agent. “I can’t believe he changed his price.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Agent Carmichael replies in low tones with a peek over his shoulder at you. Your eyes glue themselves to the tinted window, pretending not to listen. “He’s not likely to do it again.” With another glance to capture your attention, he says, “Just a few more minutes until we hand you over to your handler at the airstrip. He’ll take over your protective custody from there.”

“Alright, thank you.” You sink lower into your seat and play with the hem of your dress. 

The airstrip is desolate save for one small plane, another black sedan, and a man standing beside it. From the backlighting you can only make out the shape of his broad shoulders and large stature. He leans against the car, almost at ease. Though it doesn’t calm your buzzing adrenaline and anxiety, the display of nonchalant confidence reassures you just a little. 

Your escort car pulls to a stop a few feet from his. Agent Carmichael opens the door behind the driver’s seat and grabs your bicep once again as he takes you closer to the man. 

One glimpse of the mustache and slicked back hair and your mouth gapes on a gasp of recognition. Without thought, your hand raises to point at the man and you blurt, “You!” 

“Hey lollipop,” he greets with a cocky strut toward you. He produces the small candy from his pocket and offers it. You take the lollipop by its stick and hold it close. “Looks like I’m gonna be taking care of you.”

“Hello again,” you say, feeling more at ease with a familiar face—especially one who had been so helpful earlier that day. 

Agent Carmichael clears his throat and steps forward, placing you behind his shoulder. “Have you delivered the asset to the live drop?” 

The man scoffs and pushes the agent away with a sweep of his hand. “Of course I have. I’m not some candy-ass rookie—I get the job fucking done. Now, are we?”  His arm wraps around your waist, guiding you gently to his side. 

“Yes.” Agent Carmichael spins on his heel and returns to his car. He drives away, his partner in the passenger seat glaring out the windshield as it turns. 

You look up at your assigned protector, his eyes locked on the retreating car until it’s out of sight. Only then does he look to you and smile. Your lips press together to suppress the shy smile ready to break through. 

“The name’s Lloyd Hansen,” he introduces himself. He offers his hand and you give it a quick shake. “Let’s get going.” Lloyd directs you to the plane and you start walking toward its stairs. “By the way, before you start wondering, your luggage and personal effects should be shipped to our safe house. Just takes a while to make sure our tracks are covered.”

You pause on your climb up the plane’s stairs, turning to him on the step below you. “Thank you, Mr. Hansen.” Your heart starts to calm. Your handler has everything in hand. Everything will be fine. 

Which wasn’t exactly true. Though, it had taken you about two weeks to realize just how wrong you were. 

The first hint was the mansion. The huge structure and sprawling grounds supposedly your safe house—not very inconspicuous. The second was the large staff. All ready and willing to help with any little thing, and already set in a routine. He explained it away at the time with a vague story about the seized assets of a drug lord. But then your luggage arrived without your cellphone or tablet. And Mr. Hansen insisted on you staying in the renovated attic—a gorgeous space full of light and luxury, but quite restrictive and remote in the long-run. Hints number three and four. 

When he stopped answering your questions about the FBI and Naomi’s case, and started to find too many reasons to put his hands on your body, the penny finally dropped. 

The first time you tried to run away, he spanked you so hard you couldn’t sit for a week. He threatened worse the next time. That was also the first night he slept in your bed. You woke up to his hard on pressed between the cheeks of your ass and his hands cupping your tits. To your utter confusion at the time, he didn’t do anything else. Just walked uncomfortably from the room and left you to your own devices until that night’s dinner. That was when he spilled—cocky smirk twisted on his lips. 

That foreign threat to Naomi? He was hired by the CIA, specifically Agent Carmichael, to deliver her directly to them. How lucky for you that you’d caught his eye during his surveillance and he’d decided to change his deal. The heiress in exchange for her friend. That was hard to swallow. Thoughts of what had become of Naomi filling your head until it felt like you’d pop. 

The second time you tried to sneak away, it’d taken months to understand the guard’s schedule. To count the minutes in your head until their rotations. Then to find out how the household staff worked. Which maids cleaned the floors below and when. The cooks, the housekeeper, the head of security. Mr. Hansen’s travel routines. And the technology everywhere. It was impossible. But you almost got away. Just a few feet from the top of the back wall before they caught you. 

When Lloyd had returned, he introduced you to the collar—the electric collar. Locked now around your throat and a very persuasive tool to keep you in your attic. 

How long ago was that? Months, at least. You weren’t the best at keeping track of time. Though Lloyd helped with his penchant for celebrating anniversaries—if he could be trusted. Still, the days tended to blur together. 

All you know is the fight left you a while ago. Resistance doesn’t deter him and it’s so much better when you just enjoy it. He’s not mean without reason, and he is what he initially proclaimed himself. Your protector.

Lloyd stands with a groan and you jolt at the feel of him slipping out of you. He hums with pained pleasure. 

Your fingers run through the fibers of your rug, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling. Head tilting to the side, you listen to Lloyd putter around your room. He picks up your perfume bottles, catching your ear with the clink of sitting them back in their tray. You look to see what exactly he’s doing. He leans against your vanity, pants pulled back up but fly undone. 

He smirks as he looks down at you. “That’s what I like to see.”

Heavy steps approach from the hall and a knock sounds at the door. Lloyd pops up. 

“There they are.”

You follow him with your eye. Siting up more fully to watch him kick the body out of the way of the man and dog standing in the doorway. Your head tilts in confusion, but you know to say nothing. Just straighten you skirt, hold back the grimace at his cum starting to drip out of you, and wait for his explanation.

Lloyd takes the leash with a nod to the man. “Take care of this shitbag, will you?” He prods Baizen’s body once more with his toe before turning back to you. 

With a proud smirk, he leads the dog over—maybe a giant schnauzer judging by its little beard and large size. It’s then you notice the sparkly yellow ribbon around the dog’s neck. You wait, looking up to the man who once proclaimed to be your handler. He’s sure to give you some sort of cue. 

“Happy Anniversary, lollipop!” 

You blink. “Happy Anniversary, sir,” you return. 

He crouches down and smacks a sloppy kiss to your lips. “What d’you think of your present?” 

“Present?” 

The dog steps forward and sits right in front of you. Lloyd gestures to him and hands over the leash. You take it, trying to piece together the bits of the puzzle—at what exactly he’s doing. 

“He’s yours,” Lloyd explains. “Been raising him since he was a puppy to be the perfect guard dog for you. He’s smart and strong. He’ll be perfect for when I’m not here to keep you company.”

“So,” you wonder, reaching out a tentative hand to pet the dog before you, “he’s mine?” 

The dog dips his head and sniffs before rushing forward and nearly tackling you to the ground. You push him back and situate yourself better. He finds a comfortable spot sitting in your lap, though he’s far too big to be a lapdog. 

Lloyd chuckles. “Yup. He better be. Been scent training him to make sure he knows you. Even if he’s only just met you.” His head tilts and he stands back up. “You wanna know his name?” 

You nod, running your hands through the black fur along the dog’s back. You snuggle into him without realizing, but he just sits for you, seemingly content with your embrace. 

“Shadow,” Lloyd commands, “perimeter.”

Immediately, the dog steps away from you and begins patrolling around the walls of your room, sniffing along each. Looking for something—probably a threat. 

“He looks like a shadow,” you say with a glance to the man standing above you. 

“Huh,” Lloyd says with a cock of his head, “I suppose he does.”

Shadow finishes his circuit and returns to you, his shoulder pressed to your side. 

“At ease,” Lloyd says. 

Your dog relaxes into you and searches for your hand to begin petting him again. You’re happy to oblige. Your lips purse, holding back hope with your new companion by your side. Though, from your keeper, you can’t hide anything. 

He tips your chin up to meet his eye with two fingers and asks, “What’s on your mind, sucker baby?”

“Will I get to take care of him?” 

“Well,” Lloyd hems, “you won’t have to bathe him or clip his nails. We’ve got someone to groom him—”

“Will I get to take him on walks?” you ask before you can stop the interruption—almost regretting it. 

Lloyd clicks his tongue and bends to tap his hand against your cheek. Almost a slap. “You thinking about leaving me?” 

Your head shakes vehemently at the glint in his eye. Too close to displeasure. 

“Of course not, Mr. Hansen,” you assure, standing up and clutching at his shirt, pressing as close as possible in an effort to wipe away any of his misplaced suspicion. 

He hums and runs his hands along your sides. Smoothing them up and to your neck, he taps on the collar. You swallow hard. 

“Your perimeter has been expanded,” he says, wrapping his hand around the side of your throat and drawing you closer. “You can go all the way out to the balcony and watch him in the garden. Isn’t that nice?” 

You breathe steady. Though your heart sinks and you can hardly stomach the disappointment, the slightest expansion is something—less than what’s allowed a dog, but something. 

“I can go outside?” you ask, quiet and hesitant. Fearing that somehow he might think better of it. 

Lloyd keeps you close as he guides you toward the balcony door. Tall French doors opening onto a sun-soaked expanse of space. 

“Go on,” he prods. 

Your first steps with bare feet on the tile, you cannot believe you’re allowed this. A breeze brushes your cheek. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The blue sky widens overhead, spotted with fluffy white clouds. You breathe in the fresh air and your heart lifts and keeps rising. It’s a gorgeous day. 

Lloyd says something behind you, but you pay it no heed. Too caught up in the taste of freedom. Thoughts of a star-speckled sky spur plans of sleeping outdoors. Feeling the rain again, the chance to crunch through snow. Part of you doesn’t understand the bubbling joy welling within you at such an insignificant delusion of freedom. You never dwell in those thoughts, afraid of what they might spark. 

Your hands grip the hard stone railing, leaning to look down at the lush gardens below. Shadow races out the downstairs door and runs around the corner. You watch him until he’s out of sight. 

Steps approach from behind. You glance over you shoulder and meet Lloyd’s eye. The gratitude of your gaze meets the hunger of his. 

He steps closer and bends you over the rail, his hips pressing his hard cock against your ass. His hands cover yours on the stone and he runs his nose along your throat until he reaches your ear. 

“Happy Two Year Anniversary, my sticky sweet girl,” he husks, the grit of arousal dripping from his words. He sinks down to his knees and flips up your skirt. With a dip of his head, he latches onto your cunt. You jolt, but can’t move away. All you can do is moan and let your body become his again.

[25shadesoffebruary]

So I finally finish guardian and I need several days to recover. I need to know what happens after. Did they ever meet in another life? Will I ever get yunlan screaming “kill me, kill me” after he watch shen wei get devour. Will I ever recover from Shen wei making a necklace out of yunlan lollipop wrap and carrying around with him and when the thieves tried to take it he said “this more valuable then your life.” Or something along those line. Will I ever recover from yunlan screaming “where is Shen wei” when everyone got thrown up.” Can I get the look of utterly despair and heartache when he realized Shen wei wasn’t coming back out of my brain . Can I get the picture of him screaming “noooo” as the crystal dragger puncture Shen wei. Will I ever get over “you are worth it.” When yulan found out he connected their lives together. Will I ever be over the look Shen wei has when he first saw yunlan for the second time. Like his soul had finally been released. Will I get over the look in yunlan eyes when he promises they will follow each other in the no matter how many times in how many lives. Will I ever recover from “who hurt you I will kill them.” will I ever get over yunlan being the reason that Shen Wei was still trying fight even though he was severely injuried and still threaten his deluged deranged irrational brother about hurting him if he laid one single finger on yunlan. Will I be able to get over the longing and the smiles that they shared between each other like little inside secrets. Will I ever be over the fact that they would chose each other in every life time no matter what happens. Because they can’t live without the other. 

[pain-in-the-riri]

Twitfic I posted on Twitter last night :) Enjoy!

I'll probably write a follow-up later this week, might throw it on ao3 also

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The first time Ed sees Stede walk by his construction site, Stede is wearing a too-tight button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

When Ed whistles at him, he expects Stede to follow Standard Catcall Procedure and keep walking his fine ass to his destination.

Instead, Stede meets his eyes and, face questioning and dopey smile plastered on his face, walks up to Ed and says, "Can I help you?"

Ed, is caught off guard, but not one to be easily flustered, leans into it. "You can tell me where you've been all my life."

"Oh, well. In Auckland mostly!" Stede says, then with a curt little wave says, "bit late, actually, can't stay to chat just now," and walks away.

Ed's not 100% sure what just happened, but he can't stop grinning for a few minutes afterwards.

The second time Ed sees Stede it's only a day later. Stede is wearing a tight black turtleneck and looks like a sexy brick. Ed is into it.

"Hey, Blondie!" Ed leans over a barricade, "Couldn't stay away from me?"

Stede swivels in place on his fancy wingtips. Ed hadn't noticed the dimples before and they're really doing something for him right now.

"Oh hello, uh," Stede appraises Ed for a second looking for appropriate nickname material, "Doodles."

Ed snorts, his eyes flick down to the tattoos on his arms then, amused, back up to Stede. "What did you bring me in exchange for distracting me from work two days in a row?"

"Oh, uh…" Stede pats down his pockets and produces a lollipop. "How's this?"

Ed takes the lollypop, unwraps it, and puts it in his mouth as seductively as he can possibly muster. "Perfect," he says and winks.

"Okie dokie!" Stede says, and walks away. Fuck!

Day three comes and goes Stedeless.

Day four, Stede looks stressed and Ed catches him just as he's about to storm past the boundaries of the construction site. He figures he'll lay it on real thick this time. "You look like you could use a glass of whiskey and a massage, mate."

"I could use a whole bottle," Stede grumbles, barely making eye contact, and stalks away.

Ed attributes today's failure to Stede's bad mood and tries not to let it get to him.

Three hours later, he's checking inventory when a blonde aura hovering in his peripheral vision catches his attention over his clipboard.

"'scuse me," Stede says, waving him over to the side walk.

Well well well, this could be interesting. Ed saunters over to the blonde as casually as possible. He clears his throat a little bit and flips through his clipboard casually. Can't look too eager. "Sup?"

"Sorry to interrupt," Stede says, crinkling a paper bag in his hands.

"I can squeeze five minutes in for you, Blondie," Ed says, "Or ten."

"I couldn't stop thinking about how rude I was earlier, so I brought you this."

"Oh," Ed says. Okay, he wasn't expecting that.

"I just had a bad day, I didn't mean to be short with you," Stede says and hands him the brown paper bag.

Ed peeks inside and it's full of madeleines from the bakery down the street.

"I hope those are okay!" Stede says.

"Yeah, 'course. They're great. Thanks." Ed says. "Didn't have to get me anything."

"I know, but I didn't want my bad day to turn into your bad day."

Ed's original plan of putting an end to their little dance over the past few days and asking the blonde if he just wanted to go make out behind the equipment shed now seems highly inappropriate so he keeps the idea to himself.

"Right," Stede says, when Ed doesn't quite respond beyond looking between Stede and the paper bag full of cookies in his hands. "See you tomorrow, then?"

"Yes, sure. Tomorrow," Ed says. There is a level of genuineness to this increasingly bizarre multi-day catcall that is making Ed feel a little bit scrambled up inside.

It's totally fine to develop a crush on someone you catcalled, Ed thinks, as he systematically devours the entire bag of madeleines in the span of 15 minutes.

He catches himself hoping Blondie's day got better after he left.

The next morning, Blondie shows up with two coffees in his hands, wearing a black graphic tee with the words "I Believe" printed on it, below a cartoon image of a UFO.

"Morning, Doodles!"

"Heya, Blondie," Ed says, not bothering to hide his excitement to see the weirdo popping up so early in the day.

"Not sure how you take your coffee so I put some milk and got you a pocket of sugar packets." Stede says, handing Ed one of the two coffees in his hands. He follows this up with a promised handful of sugar packets from his pocket.

"A pocketful is the exact amount I usually put in my coffee, that's perfect." Ed says, and grins when that elicits a laugh out of Blondie.

"Welp, I'll see you later!" Stede says, deposits as many sugar packets as will fit into Ed's free hand, and starts walking away.

"Well, how much later?"

"Oh," Stede says. "Well, tomorrow is Saturday so probably on Monday? If you're still here?"

"I am," Ed says, and pauses a second to weigh whether or not it's a good idea to push further. "What about, uh, tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, you know. If you're free."

"You'll still be working tonight?!" Stede practically yelps. "Why is your work day so long!"

"No, no," Ed snorts a laugh, this guy's crazy. "No I mean AFTER the work day. If you wanted to maybe, I don't know, get drinks?"

"Ohhh," Stede says. "Well…wow. Drinks? With you?"

"I mean…yes?"

Ed is suddenly severely suspicious of his gaydar. He is questioning everything. Why did he even catcall anyone? He's a lot of things but he's never once thought of himself as someone that plays into stereotypes, especially ones as generic and boring as "catcalling construction worker".

"Do you mean like, with your friends?" Blondie asks.

Fuck!

"Uh, if you'd like?" Ed says, and does a cursory glance around the construction site. Ivan and Fang are on today, he could probably convince them to come. "Or if you want, maybe, just…us? Up to you. No pressure."

For a long quiet moment Ed is afraid Blondie's about to flee, but then he says: "Yeah, just us sounds lovely, actually."

"Oh, good. Great." Ed says. He feels a small wave of panic wash over him when he realizes just how disappointed he'd have been if Blondie would have said no.

"Here," Ed says, and fishes a slightly crinkled business card from his back pocket. He hopes it's not too grimy looking for this chronically pin-perfectly dressed guy before him. "That's my cell, so, uh, give me a text or a call? I'm off at 6."

"Wonderful!" Blondie says.

"Great. I'll see you later then," Ed glances at the name on his coffee cup. "Steve"

"Stede, actually."

"Sorry, Stede."

Stede chuckles. "What about you? What's your name?"

Ed holds out his coffee cup to Stede in invitation and Stede clinks his own paper cup against it.

"I'll tell you if you show up to our date later," Ed says, winks, and walks away without looking back.

He's pretty proud of that one, he thinks it was a rather suave exit.

[hostess-of-horror]

Damn... What about a little dirty bakerbon?

Like two assholes finding each other?👉🏻👈🏻

Just so to let you know, Anon, I don't write explicit NSFW smut. So... "dirty" may be not so "dirty".

For anyone else who wants to send me an ask, my writing will sometimes have suggestive things in it, but overall, they will not show sexual content. The closest I'll ever go is a make out session. I apologize, and I don't judge, but I want to keep it relatively clean.

But! I do like the BonBaker ship, and I have a fanfic currently in my drafts, so I'm taking your request! If you don't mind, I'm adding Vampire!Chef Saltbaker into this one.

Note: I am truly sorry that it took so long to finish up this ask! I had to get a new laptop to properly finish writing my stuff. Also, I'm pretty sure this is not what you wanted, but it's better than nothing I suppose...

Baroness and the Beast

Content Includes: Graphic Violence, Child Death, and Gore

When they first met, it was in Sugarland.

The autumn moon hung above in the night sky, illuminating the swirling, candied paths where three naughty children ran, fearing for their lives.

It was another hunt for the Baroness; they had broken the two most important rules of Sugarland: Never tell anyone about Sugarland and never, ever, ever take a bite from her candy castle.

With her castle, alive and sentient, rampaging its way towards the children, Baroness von Bon Bon had her eyes set on yet more sweet treats to devour.

The three children looked all so tasty, now that they were transformed into delicate little desserts.

The first child, being round and plump, morphed into a jelly-filled pastry, sprinkled and caramelized with sugar.

The second child became living licorice, braided into one giant stick, with her limbs all wobbly and too unstable to function.

The third child was perhaps the most delicious of them all: a beautifully crafted sundae dish, complete with chocolate syrup, neopolitan ice cream, sliced bananas, whipped cream, and a tiny cherry on top.

All these lovely sweet treats and they were all hers for the taking.

That is... until another visitor appeared during that night.

The mysterious visitor had taken the pastry one in one swift motion, almost going unnoticed by Bon Bon.

Bon Bon stopped the chase to find her missing victim, letting her castle to continue the chase.

She ran as fast as she could to catch up to him and the stranger, thus leading her all the way to a small forest of lollipops and candy canes.

There, with his hands, face, and teeth stained with gooey raspberry filling, was the mysterious stranger, hunched over the desecrated corpse of the first child.

The chest and abdomen were ripped apart, similar to that of a dissected dead frog, and the organs – liver, intestines, stomach, lungs – were carved out and splattered across the ground.

This grotesque sight did not cause the Baroness to flee in fear; shocked, yes, but not afraid.

The visitor rose to his feet, revealing himself to be a large, tall man made out of glass with salt filled inside his body.

His clothing was that of a chef's uniform, now stained from his feast, and his eyes were bright with a venomous yellow.

Bon Bon had never seen anyone quite like him before; in fact, she had never anyone who was a cannibal... just like her.

But the chef was not just a cannibal.

With voracious excitement, he lunged at the Baroness, his sharp fangs and claws bared, tackling her to the ground.

Hovering over her, the chef stared her down with his yellow eyes, breathing heavily.

Bon Bon could smell the sickly sweet aroma of his breath invading her senses.

Within moments, his breathing slowed, his senses coming to him as he realizes who he had pinned down.

“Baroness...?”

The chef, realizing the situation he was in, immediately jumped away from her.

The baroness did nothing but stare at him; all she could muster was to stare at him.

No words could describe how surprising – how relieving – it was to find this stranger in Sugarland.

Ever since the ancient curse was placed upon her, life had been very lonely for her.

Sure, she has the occasional naughty child who comes by and eats her sweet treats, but none of them had “similar tastes” like her.

Finally after moments of staring, Bon Bon finally spoke to him, her cheeks flushed with color.

“Hello... My name is Baroness von Bon Bon.”

The chef looked at her with confusion, “Are you... not scared of me?”

“Of course not! Anytime a visitor comes to Sugarland, I get so giddy inside!”

“Uh huh...”

“Aaaand I see that you caught one of my soon-to-be sweet treats! But I suppose he's yours now! That's fine, there's two more I can devour! Soooooo... how was he? Wasn't he just scrumptious?”

“He... he was. Very much so. Wait, you eat them?”

“Oh yeah, all the time! Well, only after they've been turned into sweet treats, that is.”

“Huh... And you do realize that I'm a...”

“Hmm? Oh, oh! Lemme guess! Ummm... Ah! You're a vampire!”

“Yeah...”

The baroness gasped, her gleefulness getting to the best of her.

A real, living vampire! Here in Sugarland!

Surely, Bon Bon must be dreaming!

Clapping her hands together, Bon Bon lept to her feet and went to hug him; the chef, taken by surprise, hesitantly hugged her back.

“Oh! Sorry about that! I got a bit excited! You have no idea how much of a big, big fan I am of people like you!”

“Really? Usually people would either be terrified or dismiss the entire thing as fiction.”

“Yeah, but I'm not like other people! Not at all!”

“I can tell.”

“Say, what's your name, stranger?”

“Saltbaker, my lady. Chef Saltbaker – the greatest chef in all of Inkwell Isles!”

“Nice to meet you, Saltbaker!”

After the two had properly introduced each other, they spent the night hunting the rest of the children throughout Sugarland.

The licorice child was caught by the baroness, chopped into tiny, chew-able bits by her candy cane staff.

The sundae child was slaughtered by Chef Saltbaker, torn into a messy, creamy slop of sugary goodness, chocolate, and whipped cream.

Since their candied gore-infested feast that moonlit night, the Baroness had fallen for the Beast.

[bemylord]

ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ + ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ │ ᴅɪʟꜰ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, spit kink, spanking, slap on the cheeks [once], size kink, belly bulge, tears, creampie, marks, dom/sub, cockwarming, nicknames, butt plug, edging [mentioned], degrading, gagging, oral [both?], breeding kink + aftercare and praising <3 grammar issues.

word counter: 4.2k

butler's note: extra hot and extra big. it must a 4.7k but i though it'd be too long, so i deleted some parts. if you like dilf toji - butler's here to serve your thirst. i did toji in his 30s not in 40s bc megumi is three years old.

'on your knees, slut' you swallowed, dare to have a quick look on your daddy before stood on the knees. toji will give you the punishment in a few seconds - you had given up on making excuses, yet preparing your throat and holes for his cock.

the playroom, which toji designated as the 'basement' for megumi, so that his son wouldn't enter, is arranged in relatively red colors: only the toy chest of drawers was made of wood, which had a shade of terracotta.

toji is into toys. edging you 'till your pussy will be soaked enough or else he'd turn the vibrator on the max, sat on the chair in front of the bed, putting his elbows on the armrests, making himself comfortable in the cushioned chair, to watch as how you're being a desperate slut for him.

trying to squirm from vibration on your overstimulated clit, as your legs have shaken as the toy brought you the new piece of the orgasm. toji commanded you to intently stare into his green lewd eyes as you feel the oncoming orgasm.

tears had come to the corners of your eyes, as you had reached the orgasm. you had given up counting the highest you've been reaching, but you knew toji hadn't touched himself - his balls are full of sperm to breed your pussy and mouth.

he turned off the toy, lightly rubbing your clit, as you arch the back for toji's caresses - he had enough to make a few circles as you milked on his fingers.

'your pussy so soaked, your juices are oozing all over your thighs,' he kissed the inner thighs, moving soft kisses to the succulent place. 'let daddy taste it.'

certainly, his tongue could bring you another pleasant satisfaction feeling in minutes due to the kind of torture he had placed you. he licked your oozing hole, tasting the juices, mooing into your bosom, causing vibrations.

you abruptly exhale, as toji moves his mouth to your swollen clit - you've been tortured and haggard, but you'll give your daddy the last creampie on his cock, will you?

of course, you will. you will milk his thick, hot cock when the tip literally touching your cervix, replenishing your vagina with his sperm. you had dig nails into his back, milking the cock, produce the white ring around the cock base, hearing as toji groans into your ear.

now, he won't be lenient. you had been a bad girl, very-very bad girl. you got daddy's permission to cum, didn't you? to be an obedient whore - is your role in the sex, so why did you disobedient the simple rule? you wanted a punishment.

toji sat on the upholstered chair, spreading his legs wide apart as if calling you to have your place. his cock is bulging from the sports pants - despite it was baggy, it seems that the cock would rip the material if it could do it.

you glare at him once again: green eyes are focusing solely on you, devouring, waiting for you to touch the cock with your tongue. he put elbows on the armrests, grinning - it's gonna be the rough punishment.

you placed palms on his knees, rubbing them slowly as if wobbling, should you continuing or you should have to stop. you're unhurriedly moving hands towards the bulge, lick the parched lips - soon, there will be his semen.

you touch his outlining dick with one finger, feeling how hard it is, how big your daddy cock is. the one thing that has been stopping his cock from being in your mouth - the elastic. you've lowered his pants, freeing up a fat cock.

you dare to look at the cock, before pulling it in inside your warm wet mouth: a small amount of precum on the pink glans and the protruding vein on the side of his cock, which you always had licked first. as usual - balls have a large amount of white, salty liquid to paint your mouth and pussy into white color.

fuck, perfect dilf in the prime of his life. toji in his 30s but his cock is fucking amazing. jesus, he's fucking good: he always pleases your needs with his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

fuck, what a perfect daddy you've gotten. primarily, toji hired you as a babysitter for his son, but lately, the both of you began to experience a completely non-working relationship, crossing the thin line of 'friendship' or 'boss and employee'.

do you mind when toji kisses your lips in the morning before making you a cup of coffee? do you ever put resistance towards his attempts to love you?

he snapped you out of your memories with a light slap on the cheek, more like a small touch of his palm on your cheek. toji put his chin on the palm as the little finger slightly covers the scar on his lip.

'suck my cock and gag on it.'

you wrapped your small palms around the base, licking the precum turning your head to lick the prominent vein. you had kept asking yourself, how does his fat cock fit in your little mouth?

although, toji fushiguro is definitely maddening by your small mouth that barely could fit the entire cock. the rare occasion when you managed to touch your nose against his pubic - after touching the bristle hair, you found yourself in tears as the glans touching the throat.

he'd lie if he tells he doesn't like when you get choked by his thick cock. toji feels like he's in heaven - doesn't need to use hands to press your head deep into the base. though, he could do it unexpectedly, take you off guard, overhearing as to how you're getting choked.

you're suctioning the cock as if it a lollipop with strawberry or cherry flavor, sucking as if you've been thirsty for weeks. scattering kisses along the length, pulling out the cock from the mouth with a pop sound.

the sound echoes through the room chugging and chomping. toji is smirking as seeing as his dick disappears inside your mouth, feeling as your tongue playing with the base inside. suddenly, you felt his big palms on your head, as he warned you with his giggled, suc as a telltale sign.

relentlessly, literally from the first second he had touched your hair, he fucks your throat without mercy as if you don't feel any pain. predilection of choke you with his cock.

you're trying to breath with a nose, but [forgive me] as toji replace palms to the throat and nose - this is what he calls a real suffocation. tears are running on your cheek as the glans touches your tonsillar.

'look me in the face, slut' he placed both palms on your throat, periodically squeezing and giving you few seconds to fill your lunges with the air.

you stare at the eyes full of lewd and the pleasure of your weeping face, he knows it hurts and throat will be sore in the morning - that is the reason why he will give you a day off on his large bed, where you'll be resting as toji will take of his son.

he will forbid you to get out of bed as if you could get out - the ass will burn as if you had been fucked by several men, not by one cock. by the way, you don't need several men as you've got toji. toji fushiguro and his cock will rip your pussy like you've been needy for it

there are times when the sorcerer killer is soft, his pace is slow as he covers your collarbone with quick hickeys that go away after a few minutes. he worships you like his queen, whispering that he will marry you one day.

'you're gonna be my little girl forever, only mine girl.'

don't think toji is a monster who loves to fuck you until you'll be a dumb as his cock breeding your pussy, you like it as well, when toji spanking your ass contemporaneously caresses your clit, reaching the new wave of orgasm on his cock.

'open your mouth little one.'

you pull out his cock, open your mouth wide, letting the saliva dripping down onto the chin, as you stick out the tongue. he cups your face, spitting in your mouth, mingling your drools together. you swallowed the mixture as a good girl, stick out again, asking for the supplementation.

'should daddy gives you more, should daddy kisses your lips?'

'yes, daddy, kiss me.' he squeezes the throat at your response.

'yes, daddy, kiss your slut, kiss her, please.'

he smiled, noticing how obedient you are by calling yourself his slut. he lowered his body down to kiss your mouth with a tongue, making you completely a mess, as you moan into the kiss. a small reward before the punishment.

he kisses your lower lip, slightly bites it, taking off your wet panties. not breaking the kiss, he runs the finger in your crotch, has a sensation of your dripping pussy - daddy's perfect slut. he entered with one finger without any warning, feeling your gooey walls.

you opened your eyes from the unaware action, staring into the green, loved one's eyes, feeling as his tongue is playing with yours, his finger tasting and preparing your hole for his cock.

'suck my finger and taste yourself'

you wrapped his wrist with a palm, taking in your mouth the soaked finger in your juice - toji's sperm is tasting better than any other liquid. he gets up from the chair, walking towards the drawer to get the toy.

'what color of the plug my slut wants?'

'whichever daddy chooses'

he put the one with a white, fluffy tail, lubricating hands, and plug. you knees on the edge of the bed, licking lips as anticipating the plug in your hole. fushiguro runs a finger along your hole, lubricating the ass, so it won't hurt too much - only his dick can bring the pleasant tingles.

he entered with one finger, feeling as the tight hole immediately squeezes it. he kissed your asscheeks, replacing into the toy. the sensation of the cool toy made you wobble your pelvis, but instantly you felt the strong hands of Toji, which calmed you down.

you had felt as the toy slowly coming inside the non-stretched, tight hole. you exhaled, arching the back, silently begging for the drooling pussy to be stretched with his fat cock. but instead of his cock you felt as his palms found themselves on your butt, squeezing them.

you screamed when toji spanked the right cheek. you've practically fallen as if toji's another palm which is holding you, so you wouldn't twitch and sneak away from the spanking.

another hit on your butt and another and another. your soft and once pristine skin is now covered with the marks of toji's palms, he marvels as he looks at the 'art' he has created - one touch and you shudder in suffering.

'turn around and face me.'

you hardly turn your body, looking from the bottom to meet his gaze - you've got a lovely opportunity to watch as he takes off the black t-shirt, he threw his arms back, pulling the fabric down, tossing it aside, placing his knee on the bed, opening your mouth with his hand.

he spits again in your mouth, as your hands found themselves on his stomach, outlining his sculpted abs with your fingernails. his muscular, athletic body feels so pleasant under your soft pads.

'give my dick a kiss before i'll rip your pussy'

once again you feel the hard cock in your mouth, salivating the base, pulling out to play with balls for a little. he groaned as felt your mouth has taken one ball then another, playing as toji loves, ogling at his foggy gaze and sanity. his cock twitched, when you kiss the head, turned your body.

his pads deftly find your clit, as the killer lay down on the stomach, moving your hips towards his face, forcing you to repeat his movement and lie on your tummy. he tucked the tail on your back, examining your oozing hole.

he couldn't help but bury his face on your pussy, tasting the arousal, knowing who your hole, body, and mind are belonging to. your arousal as well, tearing apart your pussy with fingers, entering inside with his tongue.

as if he could reach the spongy bug inside your vagina - he will wake you up every morning with a tongue.

going in and out in sharp movements, then lick the entrance such in a tease way. he had added two fingers simultaneously as you immediately squeezed 'em, quelling your moans with the pillow.

with one hand toji is stretching your gummy walls, feeling the friction when you adjust to his thick fingers; with another, he spanks your red butt cheeks, bringing you the discomfort.

't-daddy, i-i'm..'

'you've got my permission, cum on daddy's mouth.'

he caresses your clit with circles, anticipating for the liquid he'll lick. the euphoria had covered you surprisingly, when toji removed the plug, had kissed your ass. his strong hands were holding your legs widely as you were giving daddy the liquid he had been waiting.

licking the drooling cunt 'till your clarity is hazed and dazed by the marvelous feeling, you couldn't think clear, murmuring him different phrases.

'daddy, please fuck me rough, please, i need your thick fat cock in my pussy, daddy~'

you've purred like a cat last word, rocking the hips as you're still in the clouded conduction, unconsciously murmuring his nickname, stuck your butt.

'how can daddy say no to his baby girl.'

toji bent you over on the back, without hesitation threw legs over his shoulders. he spits on the pussy, smearing the saliva on the enterance. although you've been stretching before, his head had come inside with an effort, giving the moment to adjust to his size as the glance have touched the cervix, filling the space.

feel of being full by his cock definitely the best you had ever felt. you're melting by his warm and sweet body - drops of sweet starts to appear on the muscules as you're clenching the dick inside, attempting to adapting to his cock. he fucked your pussy almost every night, but tho you still fucking tight.

that's the thing toji loves - your hole as if renewal, making it difficult to fuck your relentnessly, so in the morning there will the pain between your thighs. he'll apologize with his tongue on your pussy, eating you as you like it.

the moment you clenched his wrists, leaving half-moon marks there, telltale sign for toji to move the pelvis. he pull his cock out to the glans, giving it back in a second, kissing your ankles, staring into your eyes, wrapping hands below the knees, using your legs to push into your wet bosom, stretching the walls to paint after in a white hue.

he moves the pelvis forth and back, beating out the moans out of your mouth, smiling to be the one who can and will bring pleasure to your body and mind. toji casts an insatiable glance over your body - with every thrust into your drooling pussy, your breasts bounce as your palms clutch the sheet, hoping to compensate for the blows.

as well, you glance over the man figure, staring as toji's chest rises when he goes all the way in. when he breathes out, his abdomen is visibly showing you the muscular. you clench the dick, as you have touched the abs, deftly touching his tense stomach.

you caught him twice in the gym, when you wanted to wake up megumi, had stopped by the crack in the door, had a peek on toji's body: wet, strong, and tense as he was standing in the plank position.

you had allowed yourself to watch as he exercises, had forgotten about the task to wake his son - wet strands of dark color fell on his face, if you pussy can talk, it would definitely say: 'fuck me, toji.' thank god your vagina is incapable of spilling your desire.

the goosebumps had covered your body as you saw toji's eyes were focusing solely on you, when you turned your head to look at the time - six in the morning, - you quickly ran to the 'gumi's room, pretending you weren't stalking.

does it count as stalking? toji should lock the door, you were just.. staring as he was exercising.

the next time he asked you to count his push-ups. you were happy. you nodded as the response, counting, as toji suddenly ask a question.

'lay on my back, y/n.'

you barely answered: 'yes, daddy.' again, you nodded uncertainly, afraid to make the slightest movement. can he hold you? but you wanted to feel his strong body more than anything else, and besides - he's your boss, you have to obey him.

you did as you told: first, you sat on his butt, then you lay down on his back with your stomach. surprisingly, he bent his arms faster, like you were a feather.

'one hundred, mr. fushiguro.'

you get on the floor, kinda upset leaving his body.

'you are so easy, have you eaten? i'll order us some food, you should eat more.'

the 'compliment' that toji had addressed to you made you blushed, as you found yourself smiling, looking at his face. you show by the gesture sigh 'okay', left the room.

'and it's toji, for you.'

you had murmured his name in the nights when you were closed as now, masturbating your little clit, pronouncing his name.

'toji.'

he suggested you move in with him because it was difficult to get to his house - he lived far from the city and transportation didn't go to the place.

'toji~'

you purred the boss's name, as the orgasm with a tremble covered your body, leaving you desperate to quell his name in your hand. you were thinking that the owner of the name is sleeping like his son is, therefore you could please your needs.

he was awakened as hell - being a sorcerer killer giving him the opportunity to sneak up on the victim quietly. especially to the mere human like you, who haven't got any curse energy or a good ear to overhear as he's jerking his cock, listening how you're cumming.

a kind of 'we're even' when you peeked at him.

the thing you didn't know is - toji always had peeked on you. in the shower, in the kitchen when you're wearing those fucking tiny shorts or when you just-just have awakened, aimlessly stretching your arms above the head, exposing your breasts as your top went up.

always.

now you are thinking about his massive cock is filling the former empty pussy, thrusting harder when your harsh and resounding voice caresses his ears - a delight to 'em.

the squelches are filling the game room, as you put your legs around his torso, making him bend over towards your face and kiss you.

in this position he could kiss your peachy lips, demolishing the coil in your stomach by his cock.

as soon as you started to rock your hips towards his cock, he momentary started to fuck you mercilessly, feeling as you're dragging nails through his back - he wants to find in the morning a dozen of red stripes dotted on his broad back.

he moves on your neck, like a habit of marking your conspicuous collarbones with hickeys and bites, dragging your teeth across your shoulders, leaving through the way bites or kisses, groaned at your skin.

his back as a bare canvas and your fingers are brushed with which you skillfully paint indecipherable red patterns.

your hole is constricting as toji started to fuck you brainless, grabbing your thighs, leaving a trail of half-moons there, driving the cock all the way in, balls slapping against your ass, prompting squelches that echo around the room.

thanks, megumi had never see as his father fucks the babysitter. megumi once called you mom, but you explained that you ain't his mom, in the response, you heard:

'but my dada [dad] said i can call you my mom'

you saw as toji smiles, waiting for your answer. then you have begun to know each other as partners. toji had known you're gonna the perfect mom and wifey.

'megumi will wake up soon.'

'i will take care of him.'

he kissed your lips before distracted himself from your lips to rock your uterus hard. you're both at your limit, feeling the breath becoming short and the heart beginning to pound frantically - soon the both of you will reach your orgasm.

he put your arm on the tummy, entering as far as it goes, as you felt his cock protrude. he murmured softly through gritted teeth: 'i'm here, baby.'

toji tossed his hand back, when the strands have finally covered his view of you, staring at your cute facial emotions as you're closing your eyes tight, shrinking the hole, milking his cock to cover walls in the white hue.

'cum with me, doll, cum, cum, cum-'

you have come first, creating a ring around his base, sucking out his sperm. his groaning filled the whole room as he fills your walls with his semen. the cock still pulsing in your hole that has been squeezing.

he bent your body over, making you lay down on his chest with the cock inside. your heart beats frantically in your chest as you both try to regain your breath. you squeeze his cock once more, feeling your joined fluid oozing slightly from your hole.

he put his hand behind his head, the other holding your waist. your body trembles slightly in a post-orgasmic state - toji is ready for round two, you can see it in his smug face.

'my good girl, you are my little girl'

you kissed his chest, moving towards his lips, wiggling hips to tease your lover.

'say it again, toji.'

'that you're my pretty little girl or that i love you so much, which one?'

you like hearing toji saying he loves you, kiss your palms and one finger on which he wants to wear a ring that will bind you by the bonds of marriage.

he's certain right now - he had found his family. his wife. he gently kisses your face, as if afraid to scare you off, pulling out his flaccid cock, to bring you as soon as it possible to his face, letting you sit on his stomach.

you run your hands over his strong shoulders, giggling - how he will explain that scratches to megumi? he ran his pads over your tired body, touching you lightly on your oozing crotch.

'love, we should take a bath.'

'not before i dot your body with kisses'

he again bent you over on your stomach, kissing the back of the shoulders, slowly coming down on your butt. as an apology, he grabbed your butt softly, leaving on the red butt-cheeks kisses.

he might be a psycho while spanking you, although always making out with kisses through all your body.

'megumi is probably have woken up, toji~'

'lay down here, princess, i will take care of our son'

he pulled on his sweatpants as he left the room. sex with him at times like this - is exhausting. you didn't notice how he covered you with a sheet before feeding his son. megumi asked him where you are, but toji answered him in a manly way:

'she's resting now after having s-, after playing, 'gumi'

'playin'? why i didn't play?'

he only sighed as he helped his son to eat. a childish question that he could have answered, but he didn't.

when you woke up, you found out toji's head between your legs as he licked you. you didn't try to push him away, you just spread your legs wide.

'you're awake now, baby.'

he kissed your inner thigh, wrapping his teeth around your clit, not biting it, just feeling how tender it is.

'toji, where's megumi?'

you literally jumped out of bed if it wasn't for his hand on your knee. he kisses your hole, clearly hearing you purr.

'baby, he's playing in the garden. focus on the euphoric feeling.'

regardless of still being tired from the spicy hours, you gave yourself to his tongue, allowing him to bring you one more orgasm before you will walk to the megumi to say good morning.

the only thing better than toji's tongue - his thick cock.

you had enough for a few minutes, lavishing his mouth with liquid. he chuckled, licking up all the drops, moving closer to your face to give you a morning kiss.

'good morning, little one.'

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i'm sorry again for the mistakes and the long oneshot, maybe, you don't like big ones and i should make drabbles? it must a drabble, tho. okay, 0.3 notes [because i know it's huge, and you love drabble rather than os] and i'll write abt dilf satoru gojo?

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[duffslut]

Praise me

Izzy Stradlin x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 763

Requested by anon: Could you write something for izzy with the reader having a praise kink?

Warnings: Smut. Minors dni.

You were at a party at Axl's house, the music was loud and you were downing your third glass of vodka to the sound of your friends screaming, a few drops of the drink trickled down your chin as you took the last few sips, you finished and threw the glass on the counter, your friends yelled around you because you tipped another cup in seconds.

You walked through the crowd that greeted you and then they went back to dancing and drinking their drinks. You leaned against the kitchen cupboard before walking out of the house, your brain still processing how much booze you had ingested in minutes.

You saw Izzy staring at you from across the room, a smirk on his lips and a cigarette and beer in one of his hands. You crossed your arms and waved at him who walked towards you while putting his cigarette to his lips.

- Fuck, you look pretty even just getting drunk

You rolled your eyes and smiled at the tall guy in front of you, the way his body was leaning against yours as he talked into your ear due to the loud music making it clear he was as drunk as you.

- You're drunk Izzy

You pushed Izzy lightly and stared into his eyes, his pupil dilated, you laughed as he approached you again, leaning his forehead on your shoulder and then standing up and looking at you.

- I never said I'm not, I'm just saying you look pretty, very very... pretty.

Your cheeks heated from having Izzy compliment you without taking his eyes off yours.

- Pretty twice? looks like a good thing.

Your voice came out less confident than you'd expected and Izzy noticed, he brought his cigarette to his lips and blew smoke in your face.

- Definitely a good thing

At the time you were too drunk to worry that Izzy was flirting with you, the only important thing was that it was working. He put his half-finished cigarette to your lips and you inhaled it, blowing the smoke in Izzy's face just like he did you.

- Do you want to go up? I'm sure Axl doesn't mind

You nodded, tossing the cigarette butt into an abandoned glass in the kitchen, you licked your lips as Izzy's hand gripped your waist and guided you to the stairs.

The door behind you barely closed and Izzy's mouth joined yours, not taking his hand from your waist as he backed your body against the wall and his mouth left yours to go to your neck, running his warm tongue all over your neck as his hand pressing harder and harder on your waist.

Izzy's crotch was pressing against your body and you could feel his cock getting hard as his lips devoured you. His hands went to your hair and lightly pulled it back, making you lift your head to look at him.

- You're so hot did you know that?

You let out a sigh and a slight moan, you reached your hand down to Izzy's erection covered by his leather pants and started to open it.

- Am I? That's why you're so hard? I made it?

You knew it was, but you wanted to hear him say it, you knew Izzy had a kink in dirty talk because of other times you guys had made out, and you took advantage of it. Izzy let out a muffled laugh when you finally unzipped his pants and his hard cock popped out.

- You know you did it pretty girl, don't play with me I know what you like too.

You smiled at Izzy and slowly knelt in front of him, not taking your eyes off his. You felt your panties soaking with every compliment Izzy gave you as your tongue glided down his cock like a lollipop, gaining confidence every time you heard his husky moan and his hand held your hair lightly to get control over your mouth.

- You look so pretty sucking my cock like that, you're such a good girl...

Izzy's cock pulsed inside your mouth but you didn't stop sucking it, you brought your mouth to his balls and ran your tongue lightly over them as you used your hand to jerk him off. You moaned along with him as his jets of cum fell in your face, he put his hands on your neck and lifted you to him.

- I think I prefer you like this, c'mon, I want to come inside your tight pussy now

His hands grabbed yours and he guided you to the bed.

[sunarin45]

Eren Jeager one shot…

18+

Eren pinned you against the wall, leaving little space in between you both. Your breathing was hitched, all you could hear was yours and Eren’s heartbeat. Eren lifted your chin up so you were now looking into his eyes, he put his palm on the side of your cheek and inches closer to your lips. Still looking into his eyes you could see that he was hungry and was about to devour you. He licked his lips as he moved in closer, you were frozen in between his muscular figure all you could do was stand there an watch as Eren inches closer to you. Eren then pressed his lips against yours , you didn’t know if you should move or stay but instead you found yourself kissing back. You both were starving for each other, he pulled away and traced his thumb on the bottom of your lip seconds later his lips were on yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck tangling your hands in his hair, he moans into your mouth as his hands travel down to your ass giving it a squeeze. “ jump” he says i do as i was told and wrap my legs around his waist, he carry’s me to the bed and places me down with our lips still attached. You pulled away so you could adjust yourself , eren crawled on top of you and started attacking your neck earning a moan from your lips. He then starts kissing down your stomach towards your waist band “can i “ you shook your head signaling yes and he takes of your pants off and starts rubbing you through your underwear. Your body jolted as he put his thumb on your clit, he then inserted two fingers making you a moaning mess. You grab onto his hair as he flicks his tongue back and forth like a lollipop on your clit. “Eren” you moaned out warning him you were about to cum. But before you could reach your climax Eren pulled away and started taking off his pants. He stroked his cock a couple times before placing it at your entrance. You placed your arms on both sides of him as he started thrusting into you. He started to leave more hickeys from your neck down to your collar bone. Each thrust he kept getting rougher making the bed shake. Eren grabbed onto the headboard and started going faster. You both were getting sloppy signaling that you both were almost to your climax. Eren was a little shaky as he rode out his orgasm, yours wasn’t too far behind his. You came all over his cock as he continued to thrust. You left scratch marks up and down his back, he kissed you gently then went to get something to clean you both up. When you both were cleaned up you snuggled up next to him and fell asleep.

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NSFW Tag Game

Roleplay in the boudoir isn't strange. Some of your partners even get costumes. Of course, some of those costumes see more use than others. Now you can't help but get at least a little horny whenever you see someone dressed like that. Who was it that forever changed how you see these ones?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 8 to find out who really loves these outfits.

Tagged by @nsfwporty ; idk who to tag sooo if u see this and wanna do it go for it !

A/N: i added another category so I could get all 9 Twice members in lol I hope that’s okay. I also did the same sort of thing as @sinswithpleasure with the lil scenarios jumping between real life and purely roleplaying situations :) also sorry its so long and may sound repetitive.. I haven’t done something like this before TT

Police Officer - Nayeon

“You have the right to remain silent,” Officer Im Nayeon said, as she handcuffed you to the chair. “I already told you everything I know. I don’t know where she went, she knocked me out, took my car and left.” Nayeon slammed her fists on the metal table. She thought for a moment before saying, “Maybe there’s a way to get something we both want. I’ve been seeing you eyeing me ever since I walked in here.” You were confused as to why she’d bring that up, but you couldn’t help it, with a body like that and who doesn’t love a woman in uniform.She stepped out of the room for a moment and came back in with a totally different mood. Nayeon pushed your chair back and lowered herself onto her knees, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. Officer Im started to slowly stroke your length with her long, slender fingers, bringing it to stand at full attention. Your wrists were handcuffed behind you and the metal dug into your skin at her touch. Soon she brought her mouth to your tip and began furiously devouring your length. 

You watched and moaned as your rod moved in and out of Officer. Im’s wet mouth, “Fuck I need more, Officer.” Your attempt to jerk your hips in tandem with her movements failed when Nayeon completely removed her mouth from you. “You know, you’re not half bad looking and you have a nice big cock. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna cum. ” She stood up, picked the small handcuff keys from her pocket, jingled them in your face, and walked towards the door laughing to herself. “OK wait! Before she left she may have mentioned a possible place or two she was heading to.” Officer Im stopped with her hand on the doorknob and spun around. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.. Tell me where she is and you’ll be released.. In more ways than one.” She said, returning to the spot on her knees in front of you. She started deep throating you fast, you were impressed at her skills and also a little worried about who could have been watching from the one-way glass, but that soon left your mind when you felt yourself nearing your edge. Nayeon’s tight throat closed around your length and with a few more bobs of her head you were seeing white “Oh fuck! She’s at her old dorm, Officer” You moaned loudly, releasing yourself and painting her throat. After swallowing your load Officer Im stood up, took off your handcuffs, said thank you and left the room without any other word.

Doctor/Nurse - Momo

You’d been sick for about a week with a little head cold and your girlfriend, Momo, was doing all that she could to take care of you, practically acting like your personal nurse. Finally feeling better, you were relaxing in bed when you heard a knock on the door before Momo, dressed in a makeshift nurses outfit strutted in. “It looks like my little Y/N is feeling better! Would you like a lollipop for being such a good patient for Nurse Momo?” You both laughed.‘“No, but I can think of something sweeter that I want right now.”

 “And what would that be?”“I need the nurses special medicine to make me feel even better” You said smirking. Momo knew exactly what you meant before walking over to the bed hiking up her skirt and taking a seat on your face. Instantly you licked up her slit and gathered all of her nectar on your tongue. Momo always tasted so sweet. You ate her out, tongue fucking her and she planted her hands on your chest before grinding down on your face. She was a moaning mess and reached down with one hand slipping it under your sweats and began stroking your cock fast. You were both nearing your edge and with a few more licks and sucks at her clit she released her juices all over your face, at the same time you let go and let yourself erupt all over her hand and your stomach. “Maybe you should be sick more and I could be a nurse more often.”

 Maid/Butler - Tzuyu

“Your dinner is ready, Sir”, “Thank you Ms. Chou.” 

You sat at the small dining table looking out at the nighttime Seoul skyline from your apartment. Both you and Tzuyu liked the idea of one day living a lavish, wealthy lifestyle, and some nights you decided to roleplay around that idea. Tzuyu stood next to you in a classic maids outfit. “Ms. Chou, actually I think I’d like to start with dessert.” “And what would you like, sir?” You quickly got up from your seat and grabbed her waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss. “You” 

Without wasting any time you picked her up and sat her onto the dining table with her long legs, hanging over the edge. You licked your lips as you pulled off Tzuyu’s panties, like unwrapping a piece of candy. Making your way to her center, you planted kisses up her thighs and pushed her skirt up. “Your desert is ready and waiting, Sir” she said, breathily.

You instantly tore into the delicacy before you, hooking your arms under her legs and around her hips to pull her body closer to you. Tzuyu was always sweet, but in her maid fit, she seemed even sweeter. It was like eating the finest fruit tart from a Michelin star restaurant. “Ms. Chou you taste so good” You say between licks. You sucked at her clit and lapped up her juices. She moaned and grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling your head further into her. You began tongue fucking her, “Oh Sir, right there, that feels so good oh f-fuck im gonna cum, Sir” Within seconds of sucking and licking she squirted all over your face. You drank up as much as you could, some dripping from your chin when she finally released your head from her thighs. “Mmm, Ms. Chou, you’re the best desert on the menu.”

Fairytale Character - Sana

Sana was always a fan of playing dress up, especially in the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom in a short, tight green skirt with a purple bikini top on, her red-orange hair completing the look. “It looks like Ariel finally got her legs” You laughed. “Now all I need is my Prince Eric for a true love's kiss” She said, smiling and sauntering over to you. Sana blew you a kiss and you playfully acted along catching it and putting it to your lips. “Come here, then Ariel, I can give you a lot more than a true love’s kiss.”  You pulled her in for a kiss as she sat on top of you. Your lips danced together while your tongues fought a fierce battle.

Before you knew it clothes were off, and Sana was on top of you bouncing up and down on your cock. The sound of skin slapping skin rang out through your room. Your cock slid in and out of her hole easily, it was practically drowning with how wet she was. “Oh fuck, I’m so close princess” You groaned, your swollen length pulsating inside of her. “Me too!” she said bouncing harder and faster, your hips matching her rhythm.

Suddenly Sana leaned forward, “I want my true love to kiss me while I cum all over his big cock” The second she said that and her perfect lips met yours, you both reached your edges, moaning into each other's mouths and riding out your orgasms. 

CEO/Boss - Jihyo

Being the CEO’s secretary had its perks, sure the rest of the office made fun of you for practically being Park Jihyo’s pet, being at her every beck and call, but there was a damn good reason for it. Park Jihyo wasn’t known for just being a great boss, but with a body and a mind like hers, anyone would gladly take the same position as you. It was a Friday night and you were both staying late to finish preparing for a board meeting next Monday. “Do you have all the copies ready Y/N?” “Yes, they’re all on the conference table, the bottles of water and pens are also ready.”

“Always one step ahead, that’s what I love about you.” You had to admit you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about taking your boss, especially when she showed up looking the way she did. Jihyo sat at her desk chair and swing her feet onto the desk, “Ugh this week has been so stressful, thank God we have a weekend coming up”

“Ma’am.. I hate to remind you, but you have a schedule for both days of that said weekend”, “Fuck… I can’t even have a moment to relax or get a massage.. I don’t remember the last time I had one.” You don’t know where your confidence came from but you sprung out of your seat and stood next to her, “I think I could help with that, boss” You said, snaking your hands onto her shoulders. Jihyo seemed to relax under your touch as you rubbed your fingers into her tight muscles, “Oh yeah that’s good, right there” She said, practically moaning, as you kneaded a knot in her shoulder. You could feel the warmth build up in your groin as your member came to life hearing her. “Fuck it.” it was like you blinked and there you were standing behind your boss who was laid against her own desk, her jacket and bra discarded, her pants and underwear pulled down to her ankles and her heels still on. Similarly your shirt was also gone and your pants were pulled down, your thick cock running between your bosses ass cheeks. “Don’t just stand there, Y/N, fuck me already.” “Yes, ma’am” you said, plunging yourself into her warm depths, she was suffocatingly tight and wet. You took a few slow thrusts at first then, “Harder, you little shit. I’m not paying you overtime if you aren’t putting in the work.” You’ve never seen Jihyo like this, but quite frankly you liked it. Both of you were relieving built up stress and you were happily pounding into her. You pulled her hair so her back was flat against your chest and you ran your hand around to grab at her tits. Massaging her tit and pinching at her nipple drove her over the edge and you had to hold her up as her legs buckled. Jihyo’s pussy pulsated and you erupted inside of your boss, her walls milking your worn out cock. The two of you fell onto the desk, “Shit, boss that felt so fucking good.” “It looks like we might have to do this more often, baby.”

Devil/Angel - Dahyun

It was Halloween, you and your girlfriend, Dahyun, were at a friend's party. She insisted you dress up in a couples costume, but didn’t plan on looking for one until the very last minute, of course the only one left at the story was the devil and angel. Dahyun kept bumping her wings into everyone while you both danced but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. The white dress fit her well and there was something about the whole getup with you as a devil and her as an angel that was slowly turning you on. You grabbed her hand and brought her to the bathroom and lifted her onto the sink. She was about to take off the wings and halo, but you stopped her. “Keep them on. I wanna fuck my little angel.” Dahyun moaned at your words as you pierced her to the hilt with your length. “Oh God, yes” She moaned, throwing her head back and wrapping her creamy legs around your waist. Her heavenly pussy squeezed against your cock, her arms around your neck and gripping onto the plastic horns that adorned your head. The whole situation was sinful even if only halloween costumes. An angel being fucked by the devil, red and white flashes of movements, sounds of skin slapping skin. Dahyun was usually a conservative and quiet girl when it came to sex, but it seemed this situation also had a major effect on her. She was a moaning, mewling mess underneath you while you pounded into her. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum” barely a whisper in your ear. “Cum for me, angel.” Dahyun’s body shook and convulsed with pleasure as she reached her peak. You held on to her and slowed your thrusts as she rode out her orgasm on your cock. You were close too and Dahyun knew it. She recovered and hopped off the sink, getting on her knees in front of you. She pumped your cock mercilessly, twisting and gripping it, massaging your aching balls until you erupted and painted her face. Spurts of cum shot out and marked her angelic face.

Athlete Coach - Mina

It was a normal day at the gym for you, you were a seasoned gymnast and had daily practices in prep for the Olympic Qualifiers coming up. When you got into the gym there was a group of girls also “practicing?” Although it wasn’t normal gymnastics, but rhythmic gymnastics. Gymnastics that also involved hoops, balls, and dance. You didn’t think much of it and went to the uneven bars to warm up. You lifted yourself up and from the peak of your pull up, someone caught your eye. The main dancer, it seemed, was standing in the middle of the other girls. She was wearing a black shimmery outfit demonstrating some move with the hoop above her head. She was elegant and seemed to know exactly what she was doing with every move of her body. After your practice you went over to find her. She was practicing alone in one of the dance rooms, “Hi, I’m Y/N I’m one of the gymnasts here, I haven’t seen you here before.. But your routine was really good!” 

She shyly smiled and looked back at you, “Hi Y/N, my name is Mina, Myoi Mina. I’m actually a ballet dancer, but the girls asked for my advice on their routine so I’ve been helping them prepare for the tournament. I’m glad you like it. I liked your routine as well, you sure know how to catch a girl's attention with all of those flips and such.” You laughed nervously, thinking maybe it was too obvious, but regardless you did catch her a few times staring at you too. “Haha yeah your moves were cool too, I don’t even think I’m that flexible enough to pull that off.” Mina took her chance with that. “Here let me show you.” She brought her leg straight up doing a split in the air, you gulped and your eyes trailed her body. “Holy shit” You said under your breath. She wasn’t wearing any panties… “Are you just gonna look or are you gonna help me, help you. I’ll teach you what you need to know about flexibility.”

Soon you were full on fucking in the empty dance studio, watching yourself in the floor to ceiling length mirrors as Mina showed off just how flexible she was. First you pounded her standing up with her leg straight in the air over your shoulder, next you had your way with her up against the mirror, her legs wrapped around your waist, contorting her body in all sorts of way to bring you both pleasure.. Mina kept surprising you with positions, downward dog with her back deliciously arched, on her back with her legs pulled up against her torso. She came a handful of times but was adamant about you finishing in what she thought was the perfect position. Mina returned to her standing position with her leg above her head, she loved watching herself in the mirror and she loved it even more to see herself getting pounded into. You grabbed her hips and pushed her against the mirror, her juices were already dripping down her legs from her splayed lips.”Cum inside me, I want to feel you inside of me while I dance.” You were sent over the edge and released your seed deep inside of the gorgeous dance teacher.

TV Show/Anime Character - Jeongyeon 

You and Jeongyeon had just finished watching the kdrama Mine and she had gotten pretty into the characters and particularly their style. Mine was about these women who are in the process of finding themselves and their own loves, however, the part that captured Jeongyeon’s interest was their lavish chaebol lifestyle. Of course it caught your interest too, the idea of being able to wear fancy clothes and drive a nice car with a mansion was always a fantasy. One night you both decided to test drive this fantasy for yourselves. You both got dressed in what was about the fanciest attire you had in your quaint apartment and went out for a dinner date. You had dinner at a nice steak restaurant where you had to make a reservation in advance and even have your car valeted. Dinner was amazing, considering the price, but it was worth it.

The drive home is when things began to heat up. It was about a 30 minute drive, feeling bold after some wine, you slid your hand over the gear shift to rest on Jeongyeon’s thigh. “That was a wonderful dinner, wasn’t it Ms. Yoo?” “Yes, it was, I say we go back to the Cadenza [a house name from Mine] and have some fun.” You slowly moved your hand up to just rest over her covered center. She held her breath as she grabbed your hand and pushed it towards her. You rubbed her through her panties and she did the same to you, stroking your covered length to life. “I don’t know if we’ll even make it home.” You said, taking a turn and drove to a secluded lookout point the two of you used to frequent in your younger days of dating. “I bet even the fancy and rich decide to get down and dirty sometimes” She said, while you hopped into the backseat.  Jeongyeon pulled off her panties before climbing to the back and straddling you. 

You pulled down your pants and let your erection spring free, until Jeongyeon lowered herself to the hilt. “You better not get any of your filthy cum on this dress. It’s expensive.” She said, pointing a finger at where your bodies were connected. “Don’t worry it’s expensive too and it’s not going anywhere but inside of you.” You said, grabbing her hips and starting to thrust up into her. She started bouncing on top of you and you both became moaning messes, erratically slamming your bodies together in the small space of the car. “Fuck I’m close” Jeongyeon moaned, “Me too” You replied, between thrusts. As your cock slipped in and out of her, you shifted your position ever so slightly and started hitting her g-spot exactly on point. “FUCK! Right there!” Jeongyeon’s orgasm caught her off guard as her movements slowed and her pussy pulsed around your cock, “Cum with me, baby.” On cue, you came pushing your dick as far as it could go inside of her, her pussy clamped shut around it milking you and not letting anything escape. As you rode out your orgasms she leaned into your ear and said, “You’re Mine.”

Waitress/Waiter - Chaeyoung

“Here’s your usual Y/N!” Chaeyoung smiled as she placed the plate of chicken and waffles and a cup of coffee in front of you. You were a regular at this diner near your house and for as long as you can remember, Chaeyoung had also been working there and serving you. She had this certain vibe to her that was different from anyone else in the town, from changing her hair color with the seasons, to having the most unique and fashionable outfits. The two of you had known each other for so long and you had a special relationship, one could call it something like a friends with benefits type deal. You finished your meal and Chaeyoung came with the bill. “You want the regular tip or the special tip today, Chae?” “The special.” She said, smirking. She told her coworker she was going on break and went into the storage room. You followed her a minute later. Chaeyoung was significantly smaller than you, but she was still able to push you and pin you up against the door crashing your lips together. “We gotta make this fast before the boss comes back.” You swiftly unbuckled your pants and picked her up. 

The only perks of having to wear a uniform for the job was that the uniform was only a short skirt. She moved her panties over to the side and you ran your tip through her slit. “Mmm fuck, you’re already so wet Chae.” Before she could answer you slipped inside of her and started pumping in and out of her warm cunt. It wasn’t the first time fucking in the storage room, nor would it be the last, but every time it was exhilarating. The threat of getting caught, of people hearing, knocking over stock shelves or brooms, made it even hotter than it was. That’s what Chaeyoung was, a daredevil, she pushed the limits. She certainly was no stranger to pushing you to your own limits, “Cum inside me Y/N, I want it. Tip me good, maybe even some extra for special service. Fuck, you’re so deep.” Her words sent shivers down your spine and your knees almost buckled as you came and painted her deepest insides with your seed. She loved being filled, the sensation of thick spurt after spurt being let out inside of her sent her over the edge too. Chaeyoung came, clinging onto you, digging her nails into your back. You let her down once you both recovered and cleaned up. “I think that tip will last me at least the rest of the week… Come back soon!” She waved before straightening her skirt and leaving the room.

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐑)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

❁ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Please welcome the world-wide known cellist Ian Park, who will lead today's concert, please applause for him.“ loud sounds of hands clapping resonated in the spacious orchestra hall, when the man in question stood up with a cello in his hands.

Over the time you two were together, it became a tradition for you and your sugar daddy Hongjoong to go to a classical music concert at least once a month. Always get dressed up in new robes he bought for you and walk down the corridors of the historical theatre as the people around you were amazed by how beautiful and a powerful couple you two were.

As the first tones of the symphony came out, your ears felt like melting from the lovely music played by the greatest musicians of the present time. Hongjoong's hand was resting on the part of your thigh exposed by the high slit in your dress. Fingertips drawing figures on your skin and going higher under the velvety material of your dress and reaching the seamless thong you wore underneath. „Don't you dare go any higher.“

„Was that meant to the soprano lady, or me?“ chuckled Hongjoong lowly as his hand went higher, his fingers rubbing up and down the wet patch on your underwear. Instead of an answer, a quiet whimper left your mouth unwillingly. Thank god, you were in one of the balcony booths and covered by dark, too far from the prying eyes.

His hand skillfully pushed your panties to the side, exposing your slit to the fresh air, the sudden chilly feeling and Hongjoong's fervent touches, made goosebumps rise up on your upper thighs.

As soon as his thumb came in a contact with your reddened clit that was desperately in need of his touch, your body started squirming in the seat, his second hand keeping you down from moving too much by gripping your thighs.

Having decided that you seemed to be aroused more than enough by the delicate stimulation of your clitoris he gave you, Hongjoong slipped two of his fingers covered by rings, into your heat, coating them in your slick right away, which made it only easier for him to thrust them into you in an intense speed and hardness, never failing to brush directly against your sweet spot, making the knot tighten in your stomach as you were getting so close to staining the luxurious seats of the national theatre building.

„Fuck, you gonna let it out, princess? You look so classy, yet you're getting off on my fingers like some bitch in heat in the middle of an opera concert, how pathetic. Your cunt couldn't wait any longer? What were you thinking of, that made you wet so easily, even though we are in public, hm? Tell me, my dirty girl.“

❁ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Seong- I mean, Mr. Park, I've organized the papers for you, here.“ you announced as you stepped into his spacious office, the glass-wall behind him allowing you to look at the panorama of the city, but even better sight than that was your sugar daddy Seonghwa focused on the papers in front of him.

The white shirt he had on, which covered the body you knew well, was slightly unbuttoned as Seonghwa ran his hands into his hair out of frustration. The level of stress in his body much more higher than it should be, as he tried to finish the paperwork for launching a sub-corporation of the company he ran.

When you first started working as his secretary, you two were mean to each other, always nitpicking on each other's words and arguing, but it all started when he got you the keys to your new apartment in the building he owned, or when you two fucked after the ball that was part of the business conference in Milan, and over the months you two got closer and closer to each other until he eventually became your sugar daddy.

„Mhm, Y/N, come here baby.“ going over to where he was, you stood in front of him, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you down to sit on his lap. „I'm so stressed baby, but I can't leave work until I finish the paperwork, why don't you get on your pretty knees and support me while I'm working?“

„Yes, sir.“ Nodding your head with a sly smirk, you obeyed his request, knowing exactly what he meant, and slipped down from his lap, going under the high desk he worked at, you reached for his pants, your fingers swiftly unbuttoning and tugging them down. Reaching for his briefs, you could hear Seonghwa chuckle at how impatient you were.

Wrapping your hand around his girth, your other hand resting on his thigh, your wet lips neared his tip leaking of pre-cum. Giving the tip kitten licks and teasingly kissing along his shaft, you tried to rile him up as much as possible, but he didn't seem to be having much of it, his hand gripping on your ponytail rather harshly, tugging on it to make you look up.

„Princess, get to work and don't tease, or else I'll have to knock on your apartment door tonight with a collar and a leash. Actually... a whore like you would like that, right? Being a fuck toy for me to use. Look at you right now, on your knees in my office knowing that anyone could walk in right now. Now suck on it like it's a lollipop, my kitten.“

❁ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

When Yunho said, „Baby baby, your favourite brand launched their new collection today, why don't we go and see some of it“ you did not expect to spend the next few hours shopping for clothes with him. At first, he wanted to see the brand, then he decided he needs some clothes for the press conference of the drama he was starred as the main character in, and then it ended up with you supposedly needing new dresses, „Yunho I don't need any dress.“

Shutting you with 'quiet baby', his hand tugged you to the shop he had in mind. It was a shop that specialized in gowns and formal clothing for different balls and this type of stuff. „Yuyu, I don't need any dress, I'm not going to any ball, so why would I need them.“

But Yunho wasn't having it, already too engaged with picking dresses for you. Going through the different rich materials and colours, his eyes landed on a beautiful black gown, with exposed shoulders and a high slit on the left leg. „Go try them on baby.“

Rolling your eyes at his request, too tired to do anything, but still agreeing to try them on to make your sugar daddy happy, you took the dress from his hand. Closing the door of the changing booth, you got too bothered with undressing, that you didn't notice Yunho slip in. That was until his soft fingertips started brushing against your collar bones, slipping the bra straps off your body. „Yunho what are you doing he-“

The words got caught in your throat as Yunho pressed his fingers against your wet slit, pressing onto your covered clit hardly, earning a moan from you. „What am I doing here? I think that's pretty obvious, I've noticed how desperately my girl looked, so I deducted I should help her... but she has to be quiet.“

Tugging your panties to the side, he got hold of his already hard shaft, pumping it a few times and lubricating it with his pre-cum. Positioning himself at your entrance, he looked at your reflection in the mirror, smirking at the desperate look on your face.

Slipping his length into your heat, he started off with a steady and fast pace, hitting the sweet spot hardly. One of his hands holding you by your waist and the other one shutting you as it was pushed against your mouth. „I don't have that many hands baby, so please rub your clit for me.“

Knowing well as to not anger him by not obeying his instructions, your hand slipped in between your legs, fingers coming to direct contact with the reddened bundle of nerves, desperate for any external stimulation, as the tip of Yunho's cock stimulated it from inside. The work of your fingers on your wet pussy was bringing you closer and closer to your sweet high, which you knew was for sure going to be exquisite.

Letting out incoherent moans as Yunho's pace got faster, his cock twitching signalising that you weren't the only one nearing your high, as your walls clenched around him tightly. „Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Your mouth wide agape from the unexpected pleasure delivered to you, resulting in your fluids squirting not only on Yunho's well-endowed dick, but also the mirror you were pressed against. „Alright, you got tissues? Cuz I don't think the shop assistants will like to clean it..“

❁ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

It was Friday, which meant your regular dinner with your sugar daddy Yeosang at the luxurious restaurant you always went to. Dressed up in a comfortable, but pretty and seductive dress, you hopped into the back seat of the black car. Yeosang signalled to the chauffeur that he can get going to the restaurant.

Arriving at the hotel where the restaurant was situated, you went up by an elevator to the highest floor, which secured the impressive panorama. Being greeted by the usual waitress with a bottle of red wine in her hands, you excused yourself to use the restroom, while the cooks prepare food for you two.

Placing your purse down on the limestone sink, you took a look at your reflection in the mirror. Taking out the red lipstick you had with you, you reapplied it, since the previous layer got smudged.

Smudged thanks to Yeosang's hungry lips, because as soon as you sat down on the leather seat of his car, his hand immediately wrapped around your neck to bring you closer, his mouth fervently devouring yours.

Sighing you leaned against the counter, trying to get over the bemusing feeling in your lower parts, because how could he arouse you just with some kisses? Closing your eyes, you breathed out heavily, trying to calm yourself down so you can get back to him, without beseeching him to rail you right there, not noticing that the said man was present in the restroom, standing right behind you... That was until his hands laid themselves on your hips, catching you out of guard as you looked up in the mirror to see his boasting grin.

„What's wrong princess? Did my little actions in the car arouse you that much that you can't get back to me? Did you plan on getting yourself off to get rid of the heat in your panties? Did you think your little fingers could help you? I thought you were smarter than that, you should thank the deity that you have me. I'll free you of the arousal and wetness, all you have to do is beg.“

Weighing your options, you knew he was right..„Sir, please, rub my needy cunt, sir I'm all yours, so please help me release the knot in my stomach.“ Chuckling at the way you begged, knowing well how to do it after Yeosang taught you for months, his hands rolled your dress up to your waist, revealing your cotton panties.

Tugging them down to your knees, Yeosang leaned closer to you, looking at your reflection in the mirror, while whispering into your ear, „Relax, mister will rub your little cunt so well, so lean into his touch and be a good girl for him.“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

As you remember falling asleep in San's car, waking up in your sugar daddy's private jet was quite astounding. Lying on the soft cushions of the seat you were in, you let out a few whimpers as you stretched your sore body.

„Well, good morning baby. Did you get good sleep? I tried to move you to the jet as carefully as possible to not wake you up.“ Smiling at him, you murmured a few words of your thankfulness and how your sleep was.

Unclassping the seat belt, you stood up from your seat and approached San who was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. He placed the bundle of papers on the coffee table in front of him, straightening his arms up, to wrap around your waist and tug you down to his lap.

Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, your wrapped your arms around it tiredly. His hand wrapped around your waist and the second one laid on your thigh, keeping you close to him. You let out a few whimpers, wriggling in his lap, to satisfy the growing heat and rub your core against his muscular thighs. „Is there something wrong baby?“

„Can you help me out?“ you said with a quiet almost unhearable voice, a little pout forming on your lips. „Help you out with what, princess?“ you averted your gaze to the hem of your skirt, fingers playing with it. „I've had a naughty dream about you...“

San chuckled at the way your ears turned red at how embarrassed you were because of the request you had. His hand forgot its place on your knee as it moved up, way under your skirt. Tugging your panties to the side, he could feel just how much the wet dream aroused you. His fingers moved up and down your wet slit, purposely coating them with slick and moving them up to your clit.

Rubbing your clit, pressing on it and occasionally changing the intensity of his actions, you couldn't stop the gasps from spilling out from your mouth, you were so engaged by this, that you did not notice San unbuttoning his shorts in the meanwhile, freeing his hardened dick from the tight garments.

You noticed it only when the movement on your swollen bundle of nerves stopped, right before you neared the sweet release, an unsatisfied cry that was cut in your throat leaving your lips. „Shh, baby. Daddy got hard hearing those blissful moans leave your mouth, so it's only right we help each other out. But you can't forget that we aren't alone, so all you gotta do I hope that the pilot can't hear us...“

❁ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

High mountains covered in a white blanket of snow were illuminated by the fierce sun rays as they created a scene straight out of a painting. The sound of champagne glasses clicking was heard, as you and Mingi sat in the hot and bubbling water, located on a balcony of the luxurious mountain resort you were in. Only you, your sugar daddy and maybe a few deers out there, but still possibly visible to others, „Do you like it here, princess?“

Nodding at his questions enthusiastically, you sipped off the champagne as your body melted to the feeling of jacuzzi jets massaging your sore muscles, „Yes, it's amazing here, thank you Mingi, for taking me here, I don't even know how to repay you.“

„You don't have to repay me, anything princess, I'm just happy that you like my present, now come here.“ standing up from your 'seat' on the other side of the jacuzzi, goosebumps immediately rose up on your body as the winter breeze attacked your wet skin. Coming over to his seat, you sat back down rushedly as to not catch a cold, the hot water welcoming you, as you found your comfortable spot in Mingi's lap.

His large hands rested on your back, pulling you closer to his chest as they twiddled with the knot that kept the top part of your bikini together. „Mingi, I know we're alone, but you never know when someone's watching...“ you spoke nervously. „Don't think about it, relax into my touch, let the water massage your body.“ Untying the top of your swimwear, he let it fall to the water, the piece of cloth floating on the water surface.

His hands reached for your soft breasts, squeezing them softly as to your hurt you, twirling your hardening nipples between his fingers. Mingi leaned closer to your chest, his plump lips latching onto one of your breasts, sucking on it passionately. Your head was thrown back as you let out low moans, your hands going straight into his locks.

While his face was dipped into your chest, sucking on your soft mounds, your hands travelled down to where the hem of his swimsuit was. „It's only fair I repay you by taking care of you my prince, so now, you should be the one to relax to my touch.“

❁ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„What are you reading?“ Averting your eyes from the flavescent pages of the book in your hands, you looked up at the man who stood in front of you. His skin sunbathed into a caramel tinted tone only added to how attractively his muscular body looked like, abs covered in beads of water as he just finished swimming in the sea, „50 shades of grey. A colleague of mine told me to read, it's kinda vanilla I have to say, nothing compared to what you do to me at nights.“

Smirking at your remark, he laid by your side on the soft cushions of the large beach couchette as soon as he finished drying his body. Keeping himself close to you, he threw a towel over your bodies, covering them completely, „Why are you covering us, Woo? Are you still cold from the water?“

„Let's just say I don't want other people to see that I got horny as fuck seeing my beautiful girl in her bikini and I just can't get my dick down, so try to act like nothing is happening as I stuff you full of my cock.“

Widening your eyes at how straightforward he was being to you in public, your cheeks got heated up as you could feel his fingers tugging your bikini bottoms down to your knees.

You looked around the beach, trying to act like nothing is happening just as he said, but when you locked eye contact with an older couple who were enjoying their time on the private beach and were looking at you awkwardly, you got even more embarrassed, so looking down into the mattress seemed like the best option. Wooyoung did the same with his swimsuit as he did with your, tugging it down to his knees, pulling out his leaking cock.

Without any more protraction, he sank his length into your wet hole. You had to bite on your lips to keep the moans from escaping past your lips. „Fuck, your cunt is taking me so well, you seem to like having a cock balls-deep in you, while we're in the public.“ His arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he pulled your back closer to his chest, his fingers playing with your nipples through the material of your swimsuit as he bottomed himself into you.

„Fuck, I don't think railing you once will be enough to satisfy our needs, should we go to the hotel room after this and recreate some of the book's chapters?“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Sitting bored in the studio, your fingers typing something into your phone, you side-eyed the clock on the wall frequently, as you waited for the end of your partner's song recording. Black headphones on his head as he let out angel-like sounds into the microphone. „Woow, Jongho, good job for today, I think we can finish this up for today.“

Jongho smiled at the producer who sat in his seat in front of the computer screen, coming back from the recording room to where you were. Standing up from your seat on the couch, you went to him, almost jumping at him out of happiness that this boring session was finally over.

„Jongho, can you please keep guard over the studio for about fifteen minutes? I have to go pick up something but I have no idea where I put my keys.“ Looking over to you, to ask whether it was okay, you nodded although you were not very happy about it, and with that Jongho agreed to watch the studio while the producer left.

„How did you like my recording today?“ mischievous smile on his face as he asked you that, knowing very well while he brought you here. „Did you bring me here today on purpose? Who would have thought that the sweet and awkwardly shy Choi Jongho, would record a song with such naughty lyrics? Hmm, tell me, who were you singing about? Who were you imagining fucking, while you were writing those lyrics?“ Taking small steps, you were slowly cornering him, up until he fell on the couch behind him.

Sitting down onto his thick thighs, the material of his jeans coming straight to contact with your core as the skirt you wore covered you two. Leaning closer to him, you attached your lips onto the skin on his neck, nibbling on it softly as to not leave any marks. „We have around ten minutes left, should I give you a preview of what is waiting for you tonight?“

Your cleavage was straight in front of his eyes as you straddled his lap, purposely pressing your breasts against his chest to accentuate it and catch his attention more. Subtly griding against the tent forming in his jeans, your hand caressing his temples innocently. You could feel him shifting underneath you, some incoherent babble stammering out of his lips at your actions. Your hands took hold of his wrists, placing them on your waist,

„Now, do you think you'll be able to cum and get rid of your boner in less than seven minutes, pretty boy?“

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Official Visual Fanbook Short Story: Sakamaki Ayato VS Sakamaki Kanato

Source: Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Official Visual Fanbook

Release date: 2015

Disclaimer: Both sides portray the same story, but from a different perspective. The first story is written from Ayato’s POV, while the second portrays the events from Kanato’s POV.

AYATO’S SIDE

This whole time, I’ve been feeling extremely on edge. I’m sure it’s because of the lollipop in Chichinashi’s hand. 

It’s been constantly giving off a sweet scent from besides me, but I can see how she keeps on letting Kanato lick it from the corner of my eye.

“What are you saying? There’s no point if you aren’t the one holding it! Come on, let me have one more taste.”

While saying that, Kanato looks my way as he once again licks the lollipop in Chichinashi’s hand.

“Oi, Chichinashi! Don’t just give all of it to Kanato! Gimme some as well!”

Perhaps my sudden loud voice caught her off guard after I stayed quiet this whole time, but she seemed startled while looking my way and muttering a response.

“But, Ayato-kun...You said you didn’t want any earlier.”

“That was then and now is now. I changed my mind. Come on, hurry up.”

To be honest, I’m still not exactly thrilled about eating this candy on a stick. However, it’s Kanato’s favorite and I just can’t let him have all the fun.

“...‘It’s no Takoyaki so I don’t want that shit’, were your exact words from earlier, no? No wonder you haven’t gotten any.”

“Haah!? Now don’t get cute with me ‘cause you’ve been gettin’ your sugary fix!”

“C-Calm down, you two...”

While speaking those words, Chichinashi gets in between us to stop the fight. I doubt she realizes whose fault this is to begin with.

“Ahー Whatever! Chichinashi, look this way. Imma get a taste of this instead of some candy!”

As I said that, I start to tear open the front of her collar.

“Ayato-kun! Stop...!”

She can’t use her hands since they’re occupied by the lollipop, so I can do whatever I want to her.

“Shut up. You’ve only got yourself to blame for ignorin’ me this whole time!”

“Uu...”

I stain her fair skin which had become exposed from underneath the ripped up fabric with fresh bite marks.

“Ayato!! What are you doing!? Get away from her at once!”

“Fuck offー You’re all ‘bout that sweet crap, right? Then go suck your lollipop and shut up.”

After putting Kanato in his place, I once again thrust my fangs inside Chichinashi’s skin.

“Ayato-kun...!”

“Shut it. This still doesn’t nearly add up to all the candy you gave to Kanato. Next up...I’ll suck from here.”

Now I deeply sink my fangs inside her arm, just to show off to Kanato.

“Chichinashi...Don’t you think your blood could be even sweeter than the candy Kanato’s munchin’ on?”

“You are much more delicious than that lollipop from earlier.”

“Please...Stop already.”

Hearing her plea, I temporarily pull back from her skin.

“What are you sayin’? We’ve only just started.”

After giving her said response, I carefully licked clean the bite on her arm, before once again sucking her blood.

ーー The End. 

KANATO’S SIDE

“I’m sure you don’t like how she’s only giving this to me.”

While speaking those words, I once again lick the lollipop in her hand.

This whole time, I’ve been feeling Ayato’s piercing gaze.

Being in the same space as Ayato and knowing that I’m the only one receiving her services fills me with an immense sense of superiority. 

“Kanato-kun, I’m sure it’s hard to eat it like this. I’ll hand it to you.”

“What are you saying? There’s no point if you aren’t the one holding it! Come on, let me have one more taste.”

When I say that, she continues to nervously present the lollipop to me.

“Oi, Chichinashi! Don’t just give all of it to Kanato! Gimme some as well!”

I can tell that Ayato has grown jealous from her lack of attention towards him. However, I doubt such an aggressive approach will be very effective.

“...‘It’s no Takoyaki so I don’t want that shit’, were your exact words from earlier, no? No wonder you haven’t gotten any.”

“Haah!? Now don’t get cute with me ‘cause you’ve been gettin’ your sugary fix!”

“C-Calm down, you two...”

I doubt she realizes this all happened because of her. She is trying to calm our tempers. While finding that utterly pointless, I continue to lick the pollipop in her hand.

“Ahー Whatever! Chichinashi, look this way. Imma get a taste of this instead of some candy!”

After saying that, Ayato suddenly began to tear open the front of her clothes. I wanted to believe it wouldn’t come to this, but my bad hunch turned into reality.

Ayato is sucking her blood right in front of me.

“Ayato!! What are you doing!? Get away from her at once!”

“Fuck offー You’re all ‘bout that sweet crap, right? Then go suck your lollipop and shut up.”

Does he truly believe I can sit back and enjoy my candy under these circumstances? As I take a glance at her face, she bites back the pain while whimpering Ayato’s name. 

...Even though her eyes were on me just mere seconds ago.

“Do you want to have your blood sucked that badly!? In that case, I will do the same.”

After taking away and disposing of the lollipop, I run my tongue across her finger as if they were made from candy, before inserting it inside my mouth.

“...!!”

As soon as I bite down on her finger in my mouth, the taste of her blood spreads on my tongue.

“Chichinashi...Don’t you think your blood could be even sweeter than the candy Kanato’s munchin’ on?”

“You are much more delicious than that lollipop from earlier.”

“Please...Stop already.”

As I close my eyes, I can hear her softly whisper those words.

“I can’t do that. After all...There are still so many places left to savor.”

Just like I would with actual sweets, I’ll make sure to devour you down to the very last drop.

ーー The End.

[sukiglycerin]

birds (not) of a feather || keigo takami.

* pairing: hawks x fem pro-hero!reader

* genre: canonverse(???), terribly indulgent smut, pwp, enemies w benefits

* words: 3,111

* warnings: i just packed a shitload of kinks into this, dom!hawks, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex (a bathroom), quirk play aka feather play (not tickling), reader is kiNda a brat, fingering, orgasm denial, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls.,., wrap it before you tap it irl), degradation, breeding kink, humiliation, dumbification, creampie, aftercare (duh), i’m so sorry for this i’ll finish my sfw angst thing now

* a/n: inspired by this text post... oh god, this is filthy. apologies for the slightly late update, but here it finally is!! @toishi is an absolute angel for proofreading this at like 1 in the morning. i hope you enjoy this! if you liked this, feel free to request anything you’d like to see from me <3

there was something about hawks that was infuriating. you couldn't tell exactly what was the breaking point; his messy hair, his plush smirk, or his eyes. his eyes, typically glazed over with a mixture of cockiness and devil-may-care hawtiness, were perhaps the most charming part to him, if you asked any fangirl. the markings around them only made him prettier, but infuriatingly so; and when you put together the entire package of 'hawks,' you got an extremely punchable person. 

yet sometimes, during extremely rare instances - perhaps when the light hits him just right or when one of his feathers is placed just perfectly - the word 'punchable' is replaced with 'fuckable.' and when you say fuckable, you mean him fucking you. it only aggravates you more.

you can't recall exactly when you started hating him or exactly when you became fuckbuddies (well, more like fuckenemies), but what you can recall is that the closets at hawks' agency are unreasonably large. not that they can't be used to your advantage, on multiple occasions (especially when hawks ruts). you're sitting next to hawks as some entrepreneur attempts to sell his ideas to market heroes and gain more profit. none of the pro-heroes sitting in the room seem particularly engaged. you're practically falling asleep; hawks' doodles on your notepad keeping you awake. you can't exactly complain, though the doodles take up space on an otherwise blank page, it's entertaining. you're far past gone being alert, however; your eyelids droop one last time before you see an oddly phallic shaped doodle behind your eyelashes. goddamn hawks.

"really?" you hiss at him, pushing his hand away.

he shrugged, lazily smiling. "you like it."

"like what? lewd imagery in my work notepad?"

"no." his voice drops an octave, fatally gravelly, "my cock."

you flush at his obscene language. "don't-" you whisper, but you're cut off by hawks' muffled giggles as he points to another one of his doodles. a rooster. you purse your lips. ever-so immature, hawks.

"yeah, but i bet you like the first one a lot more, don'tcha, chickadee?" his pet name has your brain stuttering. "you like my cock so much, hm?"

"fuck you, hawks," you breathe.

"you can try, feather." his voice is dripping with cockiness. "i bet, even in professional times like these, you think about my cock. in business meetings, you look so professional, so serious, but little does everyone know - you're dreaming about my cock stretching your tight little cunt out, making you scream my goddamn name. i bet you salivate just thinking about my cock fucking you good, hm? isn't that right, chickadee?"

you huff, not meeting his eyes as you search for a witty comeback. your silence gives hawks' ego a boost; he smirks wider.

"you know it's true, huh?" he purrs. "you think of me wherever you go. in public, filing paperwork, when you touch yourself in bed... you just like it so much, you're my slut. who knew the nation's favorite pro-hero would drop to her knees to the sight of anyone's cock?"

"yeah, i touch myself whenever i think of you," you mutter saltily under your breath. you ignore the growing arousal in your panties at his provocative words. hawks goes quiet, eyes wide.

"more specifically, i rub my temples because i get a headache because you're so damn awful."

"well fuck, dove," he chuckles. he leans in close to your ear. "maybe i'll give you something to think about."

a shiver curls itself down your spine. "hawks-"

he hushes you, jotting something in your notepad. he excuses himself from the room, leaving a feather laying on his seat in place of him. you read the note. "women's bathroom, down the hall to the left. no one uses it."

a pump of adrenaline fills you; your heart skips a beat.

once you slip out, your heart plays a game of jump rope, the rhythm filling your ears. down the hall, to the left... you wonder what hawks has in store for you. your brain recreates images of past escapades you engaged in with the man; a quickie in his office, another in an alley, and once, him fucking you just before a meeting. your panties grow damper, unable to mask the anticipation you feel within yourself.

"hi, sweetpea," hawks cooes as soon as you enter the restroom. "fancy seeing you here."

"you invited-"

"hush, i didn't give you permission to speak, did i?" he snaps. "good girls who behave are rewarded."

a whimper slips out of you, and you nod.

"safeword, birdie?"

"sunflower."

"good girl." he hums. "so obedient, once disciplined... maybe i should do this more. i bet you'd like that... being such a slut when anyone could walk in." "hawks..." you start, but he doesn't have it.

the hero stalks toward you. if eyes could kill, you'd be murdered within seconds; his irises are dark, pupils blown, and a shadow has fallen over his face. he looks predatory like this - truly living up to his name. it's graceful, the self-control he assumes whence walking toward you. 

said self-control is completely abandoned as soon as your bodies meet. you're completely enraptured in his shadow as the man loomed over you, his wings contributing greatly to the effect. he's the predator, and you're the prey. 

his arm separates your neck from the wall, his hand clutching the back of your head. the free hand moves itself to caress your jaw in a strangely gentle manner, while his knee pushes its way in between your legs, making your upper thighs into a home. his hand nudges your head forward towards his, and then you're kissing him with such ferocity it's animalistic. tongues clash and you're no longer sure whose spit is whose; it dribbles down your chin the way blood drips from the thirsty lips of a vampire.

hawks growls - he actually growls - while he hastily unbuttons your top and slips his tongue into your mouth. you shamelessly grind down against his clothed pant leg, careless that your wetness will leave a stain. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva snapping between you and leaving you two gasping for breath. 

"fuck, fuck, baby bird," hawks wipes his mouth with his sleeve. his lips are swollen, their colour resembling a cherry lollipop with a sheen of gloss. damn, he's pretty. you never realized how good-looking a guy in a suit could be. his eyes are darker than a raven's, and it looks as though he'll devour you whole. 

"come." hawks gestures for you, walking towards the sinks and large mirror above them. as soon as you near a foot from hawks, he grabs you, one hand on your waist and the other on your throat. 

"look at you..." he tsks, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. you're completely disheveled, hair a mess and eyes blown dark. your top is wrinkled slightly, your breasts peaking out through the unbuttoned gap and your skirt pushed up.

"so messy already..." the hand on your waist moves up and squeezes your breast, tweaking a nipple through your bra.

"you just fucking melt for me, like a good whore," he says.

oh, how you hate how easily hawks can win you over.

"fuck you," you scoff half-heartedly. "are you gonna fuck me, or not? we don't have all day."

"won't be a problem, lovebird," he says breezily. "judging by how much you fucking soaked my pant leg, i could have you coming undone without my cock even touching your dirty cunt.

you glance at his thigh, which has a blatant dark spot on it, and feel your heart race in humiliation. you can only stay silent, knowing he's right. the sensation in your core is painfully obvious to you, as if taunting you more.

"obeying now?" he teases, a wicked smile gracing his face. "bend over the counter, sweetpea."

you huff, obliging. hawks deftly moves his fingers, unbuttoning your shirt. you shiver, your hot skin colliding with the cold, unforgiving marble. 

"spread your legs - good, good, like that..." his breath tickles your ear, "you like how the air touches your sopping pussy? how exposed you fucking feel, all spread out for me when anyone could walk in? me, the number 2 pro-hero..." god, he was so cocky it was infuriating.

"shut up," you grumble.

"what?" his voice is sharp, cutting clean through the air. "is that anyway to treat your daddy?"

you fucking hate the title. you hate how hawks harnesses it as his own, how he so personifies the word - how good it fits him, sounding like sugar off his lips.

two of his fingers meet your clothed folds. "answer me, birdie."

"n-no," you squeak out. 

"no, who?" he spits.

"no, daddy." 

you inch your head up to look in the mirror, and hawks is smiling. 

"what to do with you, what to do with you..." he sounds gleeful, sadistic undertones tinting his words with a faded rose red. so pretty, yet so painful. your head goes back down onto the counter, your cheek pressed against it.

"naughty birds deserve punishment, don'tcha think?" 

you can't find it in yourself to form a coherent word; instead, a clumsy moan falls from your lips. hawks' fingers press harder against your cunt; you're sure they've gotten at least a little damp.

compromised in such a position, your senses make you suddenly aware of your surroundings; the way the counter digs into your hips, how the coolness is starting to fade under your body. you're aware of your every breath, the fluttering in your stomach every time hawks presses your clit. you're aware of the inherent eroticism of your acts, and how you don't really hate hawks; no, no, no - how he just infuriates you.

he's the ideal hero, in your eyes - laidback, charming, and yet so skilled at his work. it amazes you. one can only strive to be so multifaceted, and it explains his status as number 2 hero. you work so hard, yet he can achieve all the things you dream in half a heartbeat.

"let's get these out of the way." hawks, hooking a digit into the band of your panties, forces them down in an instant. you instinctively clench at the air which meets your nether lips, your juices leaking out of them like a honeyed nectar.

"so messy," hawks comments. "can't even control yourself without your panties. you like being such a slut for daddy, huh?"

you grumble in protest.

"huh?" his index and ring finger plunge into your pussy, making a loud squelching sound.

"d-daddy," you blurt a moan out, falling apart on his fingers.

"that's more like it, feather." hawks sets a moderate pace on your pussy, curling to hit your sweet spot. the noises from your cunt and mouth fail to cease, and you throw a hand over the latter to muffle your whimpers.

you start to feel a burning sensation rise in your stomach; a toe-curling, warm feeling like sunlight shining in the morning.

"daddy, daddy, hngg- i'm so close."

you're so close to the sunlight, to being showered in the blissful heat. just one more stroke and-

you're suddenly empty, and the light starts to slowly recede.

"daddy!" you complain, shifting your legs and rubbing your thighs together. "bad birds get punishment," he shrugs. "though i must say... you like it when i bend you over the counter, huh? your little pussy is dripping all over it for me, and i've barely touched you... i bet you're getting off to this right now; when anyone could walk in, huh? filthy slut. you're already begging for more... hm, maybe i should make you lick up the mess you've made..."

"d-addy, no, i've taken my punishment, please let me cum..."

hawks sounded indifferent, as if he were merely studying his nails. "beg for it."

"wh-" you clench your hands in your skirt. you do not particularly enjoy begging - for anything or anyone. despite the pulsing in your cunt, and how hard it is not to give in, you don't want to give hawks the satisfaction of winning. "p-psh, didn't really need your cock anyway..." you grumble. you exhale quietly, calming the adrenaline pumping in your blood from the loss of your orgasm.

something in him changes, and a scarlet feather tickles your lips. you're confused; what does hawks want you to do?

"suck."

you exhale in confusion, blowing the feather away. "suck?"

you crane your neck up at the mirror to catch a glimpse of hawks. he looks deadly - there's no other way to put it. his eyes are sharply trained on you, his wings buff and towering over him. you think you see a bulge in his pants, straining for freedom.

"well?" the feather dusts your lips once again, teasing you to trap it in between your lips. your head drops, falling against the counter. you open your mouth, and the tip of the feather rests on your tongue. your lips close around it, and you hesitantly suck. you're not sure what you were expecting; it's a feather, soft and flimsy in your mouth.

you jolt at an indistinct tickling feeling against your clit. you look back, feather hanging out of your mouth, to see hawks leaning back on a stall. he's not within reach to touch you, so...

"hng!" the foreign object presses your clit. the pressure strengthens against your tight bundle of nerves, and you can feel your slick drip out of you even more. a feather; though hawks made the consistency a bit more solid. the feather pushes against your pussy like a seesaw, making you reach for your high. you shut your eyes tight, lost in the feeling and desperate for release. the feather drags up and down your cunt, eliciting lewd noises, while your lips are clamped shut around the feather in your mouth. saliva pools in your mouth the more the feather teases your wet sex, and the familiar build of tension starts in your stomach. you yearn for the heat returned in full, to be so fulfilled in pleasure, and you rut against the feather in an attempt to reach your climax faster. the stimulation is suddenly gone, leaving you crying out.

"look at this," hawks sneers. a single, wet feather, dripping in a substance far thicker than water hovers in front of you. "open your mouth."

the feather slips out, and is replaced with a salty tasting one.

the taste of your arousal fills your tongue, and before you're given time to dwell on it, you feel warmth pressing against the back of your thighs. there's a clanking of metal, a shuffle of fabric, and you feel the tip of hawks' cock pressing against you.

"look at you, baby, so desperate for a fuckin' feather," he rasps in your ear. "should i show you how much better my cock is? hmm?"

you nod dumbly, the feather bobbing with you. 

"fuck," he groans, pushing himself into your depths. "so wet, so- slick- goddamn baby bird, you like it when i stuff you full of this cock?"

you hum a noise against the feather in your mouth, agreeing. he slipped into your pussy smoothly, lubricated by the abundance of your slick. once in, snuggled in deep, something in the man's composure snaps; he thrusts mercilessly, pounding deep in you. his fingers hold your hips, bruising them, you're sure - and the pain is sweet, a sick lolly against your tongue. 

"fuck, fuck, daddy's gonna fuck his babies into you, betcha'd like that, huh?"  you can't articulate your words properly with the feather in your mouth, but you attempt to agree. he doesn't care, continuing with his degradation.

"you're gonna give me my chicks, huh? be my bitch," he pants heavily. god, you can just imagine how he looks; hair falling onto his sweat-matted forehead, his eyes completely lascivious. a wanton moan spills from your mouth, and the feather falls, but hawks doesn't make notice of this. he continues to slam into you, pace unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. squelching noises fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls.

you can only moan and clench around him unintelligently. 

"look at you... all fuckin' stupid and obedient, all for daddy, hm? so willing to let daddy use you as a cumdump, daddy's personal- fucking- cumslut- but you like that, huh? your pretty pussy's clenching around me. you like being talked down to, don'tcha? such a dirty slut. look at that, you're drooling."

two of hawks' fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you salivate around them. it's messy, you know, and spit trails down your chin.

"look at me, chickadee," he commands. you crane your neck to look at him, eyes wide. "fuck, so slutty," he grunts. "you really like this, don't you? fuck- exposing your fucking cunt to every guy, huh? being used as nothing but a filthy fucktoy?"

you shake your head rapidly in disagreement, cheeks heating up. 

"no?" he chuckles darkly. "just my fucktoy, then?"

you reluctantly nod. 

"my stupid lil baby... so pretty with daddy's fingers shoved in her mouth..." he coos, and a surprising, fuzzy feeling emerges from the praise.

his unoccupied hand reaches down in between your thighs to stimulate your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. warmth pools and ties a knot in your stomach. the sugared indulgence of release that you'd so craved comes into view; the knot tightening and tightening and you feel fit to burst.

"c-cum for me, baby bird, cum for me, y/n," he stutters, making a guttural sound in the back of his throat. the fingers in your mouth pull out, falling onto your hips. the tight knot bursts into violent fireworks of ecstasy; your cunt gushes around hawks' cock, convulsing madly. the pleasure shatters you, and everything becomes a haze. you go limp against the counter, thighs shaking. you're not sure how much time has passed - hawks had been fucking you through orgasm, and, at one point, came as well.

"hey, feather," he whispers gently to you. "you did so well for me..." he strokes your back, making a plethora of calming coos and humming sounds

"did so well," you mumble. 

"don't worry about anything, dove, i've got it all handled."

your thoughts are all fog, and you allow yourself to lean into hawks. this is one of the rare times you're vulnerable completely to him; at his mercy, after a particularly hard session. rather, it's one of the rare moments that your true feelings are revealed; how your hatred is baseless, built on jealousy and attraction you deny.

not that you'll admit it.

[writinglionqueen]

Like a Hot Wing

Well....it wasn’t how you thought this night would go. You couldn’t imagine just hours after seeing Drew devour wings....this is how the two of you would end up. But there you were; on your back with the Scotsman now....devouring something else. 

“Oh Drew!” you cried out into the steaming air of the bedroom as the man in question hummed from the space between your thighs. He chuckled as he pulled away from the place his tongue had been busy at work. He kissed the inside of your heated thigh with wet lips, his blue yes peered up to your face to take you in as you looked down at him in turn. 

“Feel good, Princess?” he asked. You didn’t say anything to that. He knew it did. You huffed instead, prompting the Scotsman to chuckle before his whole mouth covered your pussy lips, his tongue trailing between them to taste your folds. 

“Fuck,” you were able to growl you before your fingers clenched in his hair. His tongue teasing your clit and then trailing down to your entrance had your hips shaking, had your breath stuttering. “I have to ask, babe.” That had Drew’s head perking up once more. his blue eyes held inquisition. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, his thumb reaching for your clit to stroke the little nub. It made your hips follow the motion. You wanted more. 

“So what do you like better....the wings....or....” you trailed off, not having enough courage to ask if he liked the taste of your pussy. But he knew exactly what you wanted to ask. It made him smile that toothy smile of his. He hummed a little. His eyes looked to your wet pussy as his thumb stroked over the mess his saliva and your slick had made. 

“The wings were good.....but not as good as this,” he answered quietly, before his tongue met your sensitive skin once again to lick up the mess there.....like a damn tease. 

Another growl ran through you before you gripped the Scotsman’s head and rode his tongue. He gave a pleasant noise and allowed you to continue, only being able to hold onto the back of your thighs as you did whatever you wanted to get his tongue where you wanted it. And you did that until you felt your tummy tighten in the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, the one you’ve been building with Drew since you commented about the capabilities of his mouth and....he obliged to putting your comments to the test. 

He got you undressed, got you all trembling in want, and then he got you spread out for him so he could take the liberty of showing you what his mouth could do.

And God did he deliver. 

You started to whimper. Your thighs started to shake. And your whole body started to writhe in his grasp as you tried to chase the feeling of his mouth with your hips. You kept him still, using his mouth to get you that few more seconds closer to your orgasm. And he knew you were close as well. He hummed, causing vibrations to make every part of your pussy tingle in delight. It made your toes curl and a whimper of Drew’s name to fly from your lips. 

“I’m gonna cum, Drew,” you whimpered to him. “Shit...I’m gonna cum.” It was almost too much. But your eyes had been closed until you involuntarily curled in on yourself while clutching Drew’s head. You opened your eyes, catching the bright blue of his peering up at you from where he had your pussy in his mouth, his tongue swiping along the slick folds. It was him waiting for you to cum. His way to tell you he wanted to watch you do so because of his mouth. It was too much but you felt your back bow the other ways as your orgasm ripped through you. You practically screamed his name while your fingers tightened in his hair and he continued to lick you through your orgasm. “Shitshitshitshit,” you couldn’t help but curse fast as you curled back the other way, on the very edge of overstimulation as Drew continued to lick and suck at your pussy through the shockwaves of your orgasm. 

When you couldn’t take anymore, you pushed the Scotsman’s head away. The man hummed, happily, when he did so. His lips were red and shiny with what you could only guess was a mixture of his own saliva and your essence. He licked his lips quickly as if savoring the taste on them. You could only close your eyes and shiver while the aftershocks passed through your body, leaving only the aftermath of the thrumming pleasure to slowly fade, your limbs feeling heavy soon after. Your eyes fluttered closed to just rest a moment. 

Heavy pants left your lips as you just laid there, relaxed back on the bed, while Drew watched you from between your thighs. A teasing kiss to your clit had you wanting to close your legs on Drew’s head but you were too tired to even try. Drew moved to crawl over your form. You opened an eye to look up at him, seeing him smirk and wipe the corners of his mouth with this thumb and forefinger, removing any trace of you from them. 

He smiled down at you though before he leaned down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. He hummed into it and you swore you could almost taste yourself on his lips. That own thought made you shiver. 

When he pulled away, he smiled at you. 

“So what’s the wing equivalent that would result in you giving me head?” he asked. You glared at him and rolled your eyes. 

“Ice cream....a lollipop or even a popsicle,” you answered. Drew hummed in playful thought. 

“What do we have in the house?” he asked. You couldn’t help but roll our eyes once again before you looked down to see how hard he’d become just by using his mouth on you. You thought for a moment before your eyes locked with his. 

“Lay back,” you said to him causing a smirk to form on his face. For you were going to reciprocate....because he sure as hell ate you like a hot wing.

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[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Vibes I Associate With Each Hermit

False: post-workout adrenaline, when your skin is tingling and your muscles are aching and you're high as a kite on the rush

Cleo: sitting on an old broken headstone, worn smooth by time, and shooting the shit; talking about stuff that pisses you off and jokingly plotting murders with your best friend

Stress: your best mate who's got chronic little sister energy and probably grew up with a whole football team worth of brothers so she can 100% kick your ass and look adorable doing it. Voted most likely to kill you with a sparkly lollipop made of magic.

Ren: your stoner big brother who never tries to get you into it but who says that he feels the safest getting high when he's with you. You learned to cook mostly because he devoured leftovers that were meant to last a week in one sitting because of the munchies. His favourite thing to talk about while high is Star Wars.

Scar: you would fight the world to keep this man soft and kind. One of the few people whose light hasn't gone out yet and you hope he stays that way. If he didn't need the wheelchair, he'd probably be curled up like a cat croissant 90% of the time.

Cub: sibling energy, but like, the kinda sibling you'd go full jackass with. He'd eagerly keep helping you test your soapbox airplane even after it crashed 5 times already

Beef: warm dad. A freshly cooked roast dinner with chicken, potatoes, carrots, etc. only just plated and is steaming up your glasses. Warm and safe hugs, a warm cabin in the woods when you're stranded in a blizzard

Etho: sibling vibes, you'd happily push him in front of a train but if anyone else so much as insults him you'll kill them. He's the kinda brother who would hunt down your abusive ex and murder them for making you cry

Joe: that one English teacher that you're not 100% sure actually existed and you've gotta check with your old classmates just to make sure you didn't hallucinate him, but everyone else feels the same way

Xisuma: your best friend's dorky older brother, an absolute dweeb who is a whiz at computers and has dedicated his life to figuring out the exact function and limitations of every piece of syntax

Keralis: that one kid you know who's just So Affectionate and who is probably one of the few reasons you're still sane. He's also a bit of a git sometimes but he's got the kinda face you can't stay mad at for more than a few seconds

Tango: like Cub but Extra. "hi I'm tango and this is jackass" you actually have to fight him to get to do the dumb stunts yourself, whereas Cub would be happy to just hold the camera

Impulse: that one friend you know that's always up at stupid o'clock in the morning because they're working on something. It's 3am and he's still awake wtf? Like yeah you should probably be asleep rn too but he's actually Doing Shit

Bdubs: he's very loud, and some people might call him obnoxious, but he's just got a lot of enthusiasm and not much Bdubs to keep it in. It's very endearing. Also the only friend who actually has a healthy sleeping schedule.

TFC: grandad. Gives amazing hugs, lets you stay up way past your bedtime, is not even close to being above shenanigans, also occasionally way too old for this shit.

Zed: adhd. Zed's vibes are just pure adhd.

Mumbo: same as Zed really, only he's got more inattentive type vibes. A highly intelligent moron who constantly gets frustrated with his own brain

Grian: would punt you out of a helicopter to see what happens

Doc: yknow Buford from Phineas and Ferb? The bully who was actually a huge softie? Doc is Buford only German

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NCT Masterlist

Short (<1K)

Love At Last Sight

- Sicheng x Reader (gn!)

- third person

- dystopian au

- angst

“I can’t do anything right.” 

- Taeyong x Reader, Doyoung x Reader (gn!)

- second person

- wedding disaster au (this could be the prologue to e2l)

- angst but barely with a dash of humor if you squint?

"I'm worried about you."

- Mark x Reader (gn!)

- second person

- angst

spiderman! ten

- Ten & Reader (gn!)

- second person

- only fluff and fun for now

Lollipop

Maybe it was strange how you spent so much time around Park's younger brother. Maybe you didn't care. Jisung's first kiss- nothing made sense before that and it certainly doesn't after.

- Jisung & Reader (gn!)

- second person

- FLCL (anime) au

- humor, slightly surreal

rum pum pum pum

- Jeno, Shotaro, Reader (gn!)

- second person, third person

- Refund High School (webtoon) au

- humor, romance, fantasy

a rose by any other name

- Taeyong × "Rose" (f! but...)

- third person

- noir, suggestive

Medium (1K - 5K)

hello dear, never fear, mark is here!

A tragic turn of events lead to your marriage with Minhyung. Will he win your heart or lose you to his own alter ego? A tale told in five fragments.

- Mark x Reader (f!)

- second person

- Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi au, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers, when you create an alter ego to get close to your wife and then it works a little too well

- romcom, angst

i have a heart, i swear i do

Taeyong used to destroy hearts, and now he devours them. Heartbreaker got a whole other level of meaning.

- Taeyong x Reader, Doyoung x Reader (f!)

- second person

- Jennifer's Body au, idol au, love triangle, unrequited love

- angst, horror, fluff & humor

- extra: article | city 127 | doyoung

Long (>5K)

how far we've come

In a world that's changing in ways none of them ever imagined, Ten and his friends take a trip down memory lane.

- Ten x Reader, minor! Jungwoo x Reader (f!)

- third person

- future au, band au, time capsule, friendship (oh and there's the apocalypse too)

- fluff, humor, romance, some angst

Series

Dangerous Liaisons (ongoing, hiatus)

Mark. Y/N. Lucas. The three of them against the world, that’s how it’s always been.

Lucas. The Hedonist. There’s only one person he’s ever fallen in love with. He’d do anything for her.

Y/N. The Heartless. She doesn’t believe in love, though she desperately wants to. Everyone leaves her in the end.

Mark. The Heartbreaker. What would happen if he were to get a taste of his own medicine?

After all the bets, schemes, secrets, promises- will marriage and love be what finally drives them apart?

- Lucas x Reader, Mark x Reader (f!) + minor/side ships

- third person

- The Great Seducer/Tempted (kdrama) au, rich kids au

- melodrama, probably a bit of everything- romance, fluff, angst, humor

And What Do I Do With This Popularity??? (ongoing, hiatus)

- Mark, Haechan, Jaemin, Jungwoo, Chaeyoung and Ryujin as Reader's harem (gn!)

- second person

- Watashi Ga Motete Dousunda/Kiss Him, Not Me (anime) au

- humor, romance, drama