#I can't even begin to start without incoherent babbling and crying

[nxtt2-u]

hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

content info — yang jeongin x afab!reader, 1.4k words, smut, established relationship

content warnings — nsfw, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

notes — i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

smut warnings — dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, subspace, fingering, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, heavy petname usage sorry.., face slapping, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, a sprinkle of cockwarming, rough sex, praise and the teensiest bit of degradation(?), tummy cumshot, light aftercare (more done offscreen), mm i think that's it!

“a-ah, ‘yennie, ‘s too much,” you sniffle pathetically, pawing weakly at the hand that’s been toying between your legs for the better part of the last two hours. jeongin coos down at you from where he props himself up on an arm near your side, tilting his head as his lips curl into a smile, deep dimples popping out as if to mock your pitiful state. his other hand stays occupied with your silky heat, and just the sight of the veins protruding in his busy forearm as he works you has you soaking the sheets alone.

“it’s too much, baby?” he echoes condescendingly, eyes crinkling into mirthful crescents at the sound of your pussy squelching obscenely when he finally works two fingers inside your pussy with no resistance. you moan loudly at the delicious stretch of his long, dexterous fingers, delighted at finally having something inside after only being rubbed at and rubbed at up until now, and he grunts in response.

“shit… tight little cunt,” he mutters, crooking his fingers just right to prod at that gooey spot deep within. your whole body jolts as if connected to a live wire, and he moans breathily at the sight. “ah, fuck, is it there, baby? that’s what you want?”

you cry out in response, eyes slamming shut as you nod desperately. your hips begin to hump embarrassingly fast against his palm, but you’re so far gone you can’t even consider stopping yourself. jeongin chuckles at the tears welling up in your eyes as you fuck on his hand like a rabbit in heat, eagerly chasing your orgasm as it draws closer and closer.

he surprisingly allows it without complaint; if you had a drop of coherency left in your cotton-filled brain, you'd question his merciful behavior, but you're submerged too deep in the fuzzy headspace you oh so love to even think about anything other than the pleasure he's giving you. you babble out your incoherent thanks and rut impossibly harder against his palm, but just as your stomach begins to contract and the heat in your abdomen roars to an inferno, he pulls away.

you nearly scream aloud in frustration when your clit pulses angrily at the ruined orgasm. “jeongin!" you wail. "please, don’t be c-cruel,” sniffling, you shove your own hand down to swipe needily at your clit, pretty little head swooning with so much pleasure you can't even consider the consequences your desperation may bring. “need you, daddy, please, please please!” you cry out, frame thrashing wildly against the sheets with how sensitive you are now.

your boyfriend grunts and shifts to loom over you, brushing away his dark bangs so he can see how fucked out you are beneath him. he scoffs once, disbelieving at how you're still babbling and even beginning to drool onto his sheets, before he lands a harsh slap to your cheek. "hush, baby," he spits out, palming his flushed cock right over your heaving soft tummy. the hit leaves your skin hot and stinging in its wake, and you gasp. "god, you're so fucking needy, huh?" he drawls, polishing his tip with a sensitive hiss.

you didn't even realize the slap brought fresh tears to your eyes until they start falling right over the delicate spot where you were struck and you whine, clit pulsing with renewed delight at the pain. it finally manages to shut you up and he smirks when you eventually manage to still and fall silent, save for your intermittent sniffles and heavy breathing. he groans and tips his head forward to press an uncoordinated kiss to your lips at the sight of you peering up at him through wet lashes, patiently waiting for whatever he'll dish out next.

"ah, you're so good to me, sweetheart," jeongin murmurs into your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. you moan against his lips as he sucks filthily on your tongue, and your noises only grow louder when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you break the kiss to pant and stare down at where he pushes in until your head subconsciously falls back against the pillow at the stretch. despite him preparing you with his digits not long ago, it's still a tight fit every time you fuck your boyfriend simply because of his sheer size.

the soaking wet warmth that envelops him must take a toll on him too, especially with how long he's been working the both of you up. jeongin moans at the feeling and his arms begin to shake as he bottoms out. he leans down to lap sloppily at the crook under your jaw while you both catch your breaths. "just warm my cock for a li'l, okay, baby?" he mutters, abs clenching erratically as he does his best to stave off his orgasm. you nod, eager to please and be good, but it doesn't take long before you get squirmy.

who can blame you, though? with his hard cock finally sheathed inside after endless teasing, it's a wonder how you've even held on this long at all. you find yourself writhing again before you know it, fingers threaded into the sheets near your head as you begin to mindlessly beg and tilt your hips up, eager for stimulation. "daddy, please move, plea—"

"sh, shh, angel," he cuts you off, pulling back to loom over you once again. "i know, i know," he croons sweetly when you begin to cry again at the first gentle rolls of his hips. he kisses those salty tears away and begins to thrust harder, rougher, until you're eventually being shifted up the bed with the force and the headboard is rattling against the wall in a steady rhythm.

you don't even register your volume until jeongin is pressing a clammy palm against your mouth to muffle you, still fucking into you like a toy. "shhh, shh," he soothes again, and your eyes roll back when a slight shift of the angle has his tip suddenly pounding into your g-spot. "that's it, sweetheart, just take it. i'll let you come soon, okay? y-you.. fuck," he pants, cock twitching deep inside when you clench hard at his words, "you're so beautiful. milkin' my cock for me, bein' such a good girl, hm?" you whine, eyes slammed shut and brows furrowed in pleasure, and the pornographic moan he lets out at the sight finally tips you over the edge.

"oh, o-oh," jeongin gasps at the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deep and demanding his seed. "shit, baby," he grunts, thrusts growing erratic and losing their rhythm as his own orgasm builds impossibly fast. "cream all over my cock like that, and i'll– ah, fuck- cumming cumming—!" he cries; just before you can feel warmth flood your poor, abused pussy, his cock is sliding out of you with an embarrassingly loud noise and he's painting the plush skin below your bellybutton with ropes of white, warm cum.

he jerks and milks himself above you with his eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as a long, drawn-out groan escapes him. when he's finally spent, he collapses beside you in a sweaty heap with a sated sigh. it's the last thing you see before your eyes drift shut in exhaustion, and when they crack open again he's plastered against your clean stomach, head pillowed happily on a naked boob.

your throat clicks dryly when you try to speak, and he's quick to snap up and fumble with a nearby water bottle, swiftly unscrewing it and pressing it to your lips. when he deems you adequately hydrated, he pulls away and sets it down as you roll your neck around, stretching out your limbs. "hey, sleepyhead. you enjoy your nap?" he grins, returning to his spot amongst your chest. your eyes roll but you give a dopey smile right back, fucked out and soft from the afterglow.

"mhm..." you sigh, tilting his chin up for a kiss. jeongin complies with a happy noise and you pull back before things can get heated again. your poor cunt can't handle another round just yet.

"love you," he murmurs, tucking his face into your neck. you thread your hands through his dark tresses, mussed and a bit smelly from all the activity, but you love it all the same. as his breath begins to peter out into a slower, more even rhythm, your own breath begins to sync as you all but melt into the mattress under his comforting weight. "love you, too," you mutter before slipping off into sleep once more, satisfied, warm, and sated in the arms of the man you love most.

[simonbrain]

hi sorry i was the one who asked about piss but YAY SAFESPACE!!

ugh like.. just imagining that it isn’t even you peeing that is most erotic (it is erotic but not what strokes their ego most) it’s more so the power play between you and whoever keeps your panties hugged right up against your clit. rubbing the little button till you eventually fall apart, but it isn’t arousal that slicks your lips. and your partner, usually so sweet is now the complete opposite, scolding you for wetting yourself as if it wasn’t his doing. you’ve made a mess of yourself and him, so why don’t you get on your knees and clean him up.

sorry for the long thing but this has been plaguing my mind for a while

cw: piss kink 🔥🔥🔥, dubcon

writing this with simon in mind but—

thinking about how selfless he is when it comes to your pleasure, how giving he can be, because in his mind nothing can compare to unravelling you until you're too boneless to even string together a sentence. he thought he had already seen you at your highest peak: the teary eyes, the drool that trickled from your open mouth, the incoherent babbles. he had even managed to make you squirt once—the excessive warmth around his cock felt rewarding, had him fucking into you harder just to see if he could get your sweet cunt gushing around him again.

you're squirming more than usual, unable to listen to his gentle commands to keep still. the position is a little odd with you lying on the bed while he sits upright between your legs, but you can't even begin to care about how dizzy you're getting without proper head support when he's stroking your puffy clit so well, soft pants leaving your lips with each taut circle you receive. your approaching orgasm feels so much more intense than usual, and you slur out that you're close, so so close, pleasepleaseplease—

the first spurts that trickle down to your ass makes you freeze because the feeling is wrong. it's not the beginning of an orgasm but rather the relief that comes from emptying your full bladder, and you immediately go to grasp his wrist, but the bastard shakes you off and slips his hand down your panties.

"simon," you gasp, mortified by how he's still going even as a small stream begins to seep through your underwear and down onto his sweatpants. the second it started, your control went out the window, and it doesn't help that with each thrash you make, the pressure against your clit grows firmer, more purposeful. it feels good, relief and shame flooding you. "simon, stop—"

"look at you, pissin' all over yourself like an untrained pup," he tuts, shaking his head to really emphasise his disappointment, as if he's not about to burst in his damn sweats just from watching you struggle. "fuckin' filthy."

it's not difficult for him to push you to the brink of tears, to see those pretty eyes leak while your cunt shares the same sentiment. he should feel bad about the way you're snivelling out apologies, feel guilty for pushing you so far out of your comfort zone, but there's an awful little itch in his brain that's being soothed by your indignity.

when you attempt to squirm away, the harsh smack that lands dead centre of your cunt makes you cry out. as a result, everything beneath you gets drenched, and simon thinks he likes this a lot—being selfish. it's not a sin to indulge in his own greedy desires, is it? to push down on your bladder and coo if you have any more for him, and throb in his soaked pants when you give him a few more pathetic spurts before you're finally empty.

no, it can't be. especially not when he's so kind all the time, when he places you and your pleasure above everything else. doesn't that feel good, letting go for him? even if you shake your head no, he knows the relief that's flowing through you. the soft moans leaving your lips and the little jerks of your hips give you away.

looking down at the mess honestly almost finishes him off because fuckkkk, he should've had you sitting on his face instead, should've made you ride his tongue until you couldn't hold it in anymore. the thought has heat flaring up all over his body once more, the desire to taste you rolling over him like great, clashing waves. "look at this mess, baby, you fuckin' soaked me; think we need to look into buyin' some plastic for the mattress, aye?"

the look on your face has his heart melting and his dick twitching, embarrassment painting your cheeks red. "it's not my fault!" you whine, trying to shove him away like an angry cat, yet all simon can think about is how fucking cute you are like this, hissing and snivelling like you weren't just humping his hand. (you were trying to get away from him, but it's not like you were given much of a chance to. what an asshole.)

"well, i'm still a mess," he huffs, gesturing to his lap. "won't you clean me up, pet? s'the least you could do."

yeah, he thinks as you reluctantly position yourself between his legs and pry his sweats down to lap at his cock, your grumpy expression having absolutely no effect on him other than making him want to pinch your cheeks. he's definitely indulging in this little kink with you more often. hopefully you won't notice if he begins reminding you to drink water more frequently than usual.

[daisyssousa]

happy 35th birthday, daisy johnson ♡ 2023 july 2nd, 1988 (poem by n.t.)

[batwritings]

I know I sent in something earlier- but I can't stop thinking about this (also if this makes you uncomfortable I apologize- you don't have to write it)

Dream and Sapnap and they're sharing the reader and theyre degrading and praising the reader, giving them commands over a video call- slowly making the reader their slut- and so it slowly becomes a regular thing where they all call and just go at it

being shared over a call by sap and dream > literally anything else

there's just something about being shared by them just seems so hot to me- is that bad?????also I apologize again for having sending in alot of asks- I just have smut brainrot (specifically sapnap)

-🦔

....hot damn! You’re on fire today!! Legit if you ever want to simp over this man, hmu my discord is in a previous ask (or you could message me on here but only if you’re comfortable!). Enjoy~!

Warning! There will be some degradation and talk of subspace in here! Please be careful when reading!!

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Your breath came in heavy pants as you followed the instructions from the two men in your ears. You’re watching the two men watching you back as your one hand was rubbing furiously over your sex. Your other was stroking along your neck, pretending it was Dream’s. You were so, so close to your orgasm you could almost taste it.

“Slow down slut,” came Dream’s voice, hard and commanding. “Not going to have you cumming this early, or without permission.”

Reluctantly, the hand that was touching your sex slowed to an agonizing pace. You knew the punishment you would get if you disobeyed, and while it was honestly so damn tempting, you knew better.

“So good for us,” sang Sapnap’s praise. “So sweet and obedient.”

“Th-thank you sirs,” you slur out, getting delirious from how much they had edged you over the course of the better part of an hour.

“As they should be,” Dream spat, watching you intently for any sign of deviation. “Whores like them only know how to beg and obey. Isn’t that right Y/N?”

You whine at his words, adoring the degradation along with the praise. “Yes Sir,” you respond weakly.

Dream smirks and nods. “Faster.”

Immediately your speed picks up, hand tightening along your throat. You could feel your orgasm tingling along your spine. It was taking all your mental capacity for you to even find the words, but you eventually sputter out, “Gonna cum. Please. Can I?”

Dream hums in fake contemplation. “That’s all that’s on your mind isn’t it?” he says with a disgusted tone. “Pathetic. But I suppose it can’t be helped. What do you think Sapnap?”

“I think we should let them,” he says, slowly stroking his own member. “They’re so pretty when they cum. And they have been pretty good.”

You’re barely holding on at this point, forcing your climax back by sheer will.

Finally, Dream clicks his tongue and looks you dead in the eyes over the computer screen. “Fine, fine,” he sighs. “Cum for us you stupid whore.”

Your end hits you like a freight train, nearly knocking the wind out of you as you cry out in pleasure. Your whole body tightens in on itself in your computer chair as you ride out your orgasm, barely having the mind to follow Dream’s instruction of tightening your hold on your neck. The praise from Sapnap is a mere fuzz in your ear as you collapse back, panting heavily.

“I hope you don’t think you’re done,” Dream’s harsh words cut through the fog in your brain and you lift your eyes to look at him properly. “That was round one. Go get the present I so kindly got you.”

You nod, shakily standing from your chair to retrieve the box that had come earlier that day. Inside was a lovely little vibe, but no remote. You pulled the tag keeping it from being tested and brought it back to your desk.

“Put it inside for us sugar,” Sapnap asks kindly and you do so.

Before you can begin to question them you feel the toy turn on, at what had to have been the highest setting. All the air feels like it’s pulled from your lungs, a bit of pain mixing with the pleasure. You tear your bleary eyes open to see both boys fiddling with their phones on your screen. Oh. There’s the remote...er, remotes.

“Surprised?” Dream asks with a knowing smirk. “We figured you’d deserve some form of reward, for a lowly slut that is.”

You moan loudly at his words, babbling out a string of curses mixed with “thank you sirs”.

“Aw,” Sapnap coos, breathing a little quicker now. He lowers the setting from his end to watch you squirm as he strokes himself. “You’re so cute Y/N. Love it when you get to feel good because of us.”

You whine from the lack of friction only to nearly screech when Dream turns the toy back up again. They keep you like this for a while, letting you ride the waves of overstimulation and pleasure as they turn the levels up and down. Finally your second climax starts to creep up on you and you beg in a mess of words for your release.

“Cum for us babe,” Sapnap says this time, breathless. “You can cum with me, yeah?” Sure enough the two of you hit your orgasms nearly simultaneously, you nearly bending over with how much pleasure was drilled into you as Dream cranked the level on your vibe.

You’re incoherent when you feel it still going, so you tap on your table twice. All at once sensation stops and even Sapnap’s heavy panting slows to a near halt. “If you can talk, can you give me a color baby?” you hear Dream ask quietly.

It takes a few beats, but you finally mutter a soft, “Red”.

All sternness and venom is gone from Dream’s voice then, him working with Sapnap to praise you on how well you did for them. They’re so quiet and gentle with their words you just might cry as they work you out of subspace slowly. You really were lucky to have them.

[mammons-best-boi]

Part 1, part 2, (you're reading part 3)

You and Mammon dance the day away, ignoring the others knocking on your door and only joining the them for dinner before you head back to Mammon's room to play some games.

"Lucifer is not gonna get off scot-free, ya know." You say out of the blue.

"Whaddya mean?" Mammon pauses the game and looks at you.

"What he did was unacceptable and the exact opposite of what I asked him to do."

"Wait, you asked him to do that?"

"NO! No, no no no no no! I asked him to keep you away from the garden so I could decorate and then to keep you busy so I could make a picnic for us for dinner.What he did was unacceptable and I know that I can't undo it, but I want to make it up to you and, Mammon," you pause and cup his face in your hands, "you mean the world to me, I love you and I never want to see you get hurt ever again. And if that means I have to use my pact with Lucifer to make sure that happens, I will."

Mammon is crying by the end of your speech, tears running down his face. You pull him into a hug, your eyes misting up too, as he starts to babble incoherently between shaking breaths.

You stay with him for the rest of the night, holding him and playing games when he feels up to it.

The next morning, you walk down to breakfast, hand in hand with Mammon. The others, sans Lucifer, make some innuendos and a few jokes about what could have happened last night.

You notice that they're staying away from making jokes at Mammon's expense. 'Good,' you think, 'maybe they learned something.'

Everyone else sees that you're glaring at Lucifer, expecting you to explode or maybe catch Lucifer on fire with how heated your glare is.

You ignore Lucifer, except for the glares, and focus on Mammon instead. Making sure that you're firmly between the two of them all the time until you have to part for classes.

Unfortunately for Lucifer, you and him shared first hour.

"So." You start, cornering Lucifer in an empty classroom. "You are going to apologize."

"You left your request open to interpretation, I did nothing wrong." Lucifer replies, shrugging off your statement.

You glare at him and use your arms to trap him against the wall. "You knew what I was planning on doing that night! I figured you were smart enough to figure it out! I guess I was wrong." You sigh and bring one hand to your face. "You are going to apologize to Mammon and you are going to mean it."

Lucifer sighs, carefully pushing you away despite your resistance. "Mc," he begins, not even looking your way. "there were reasons Mammon needed to be punished and that day simply was a prime opportunity to do so."

"You know, Lucifer, punishments are not meant to be opportunistic." You sigh. "I'll deal with you later."

You go to leave, but stop as you turn the door handle. "Oh, and Lucifer. Do not touch Mammon without his explicit content." You tell him, activating the pact to make him listen. "I'll see you at the house." Your face lights up with a fake smile as you leave the room.

[angeltrapz]

Thanks to my bestie Jack's writing I am now thinking abt the very first time Micah (Cawdor S/I) saw Wren cry over him and he wasn't even really... lucid enough to process it until later??

Basic rundown is that it's about a year and a half after they start dating, and to kind of mix things up a little bit for the campers, Micah proposes a nature hike! Most of the kids don't want to be outside to begin with, but in their minds, a walk sounds far more appealing than whatever tasks Chuck would normally assign them, so it's accepted fairly easily.

Once they get a good distance in, one of the campers decides it'd be pretty funny to hang at the back of the group, disappear and hide somewhere up ahead, and then pop out and startle everyone. So they do, and Micah does Not take it well because he hates being surprised like that - and in the most cliché way possible, he stumbles back and knocks his head against a low-leaning branch and lands flat on his ass.

And the campers just... panic. Because the One Adult they have with them is now so dazed, he's hardly making sense as he presumably tries to reassure them that he's alright, and he's BLEEDING (quite a bit bc it's a head wound). One of them legs it down the trail back to the theater and just. SHOUTS for both Chuck and Wren bc it's an emergency and Micah is hurt, which, as you can imagine after what Wren's been through, scares the absolute Hell out of him - he's not a runner, but he easily surpasses Chuck that day, taking off after the camper that came back to alert them without a second thought. He's just so scared; the last time one of his loved ones was injured here... well.

The minute Micah comes into view, head lolled back where he's resting his back against a tree trunk, blood dripping down the side of his face, already having covered one hand, Wren just sort of... crumples, for lack of a better word. He's immediately crouching in front of Micah, asking what happened, what hurts, what can he do to help, but Micah is just sort of mumbling, talking about how he's sleepy and wants to close his eyes. Wren, having dealt with concussions before (both bc of having formerly been a teacher + injuries his actors sometimes sustained on stage), knows that this is Not Good and so he's just telling Micah he can't, not right now, "please don't close your eyes, dear, not yet. It's not safe."

And he just straight up lifts Micah up bridal-style and marches his ass back to camp, Chuck + the campers following close behind, one of whom is getting quite the earful from Chuck for having startled Micah bad enough that this happened, though Micah mutters that it isn't the kid's fault that he tripped, he didn't know. Wren is just babbling to him to keep him engaged and awake, hardly making sense himself for how fast he's talking until they make it back and Micah is promptly seated in their makeshift infirmary and cleaned up.

And Wren is just... shaking, the entire time. He's terrified. He's so scared as he cleans the blood away from the (thankfully miniscule) cut on Micah's forehead, especially when his eyes keep rolling back as he attempts to pass out. After one too many of these incidents, he just... breaks down. Starts crying. And Micah is lifting a hand to wipe the tears away, brushing his thumb over Wren's cheek, asking him what's wrong and what can he do to help?

Wren just laughs a little bit, mostly incredulous, like "You're the one with the head wound and you're asking me if I'm okay??" while he's pressing a butterfly bandage over the cut, which thankfully doesn't need stitches but they're still going to bring Micah in to get looked at, just bc of the concussion possibility, and Micah's like "Yeah?? You're crying and I don't like it when you cry so I want to help??"

Anyway Micah ends up with a minor concussion and is fine, but Wren just holds him for a long time when they're in bed the night after and he murmurs, "I was so scared when I found you like that. Bleeding everywhere, nearly incoherent, falling asleep... I just - I shut down a little bit, I guess. I love you so much, and - and seeing you like that..."

"I'm okay, baby," Micah hums, knowing Exactly Why Wren was so upset about what happened. "I love you too. I'm right here. You did everything you could to help me and I'm fine, see? I'm okay. We're okay."

And they just cuddle for the rest of the night hdhdjsjs I'm so!!!