#Nighty Night reblog!

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Reblog to send prev gently drifting off into dreamland

[famiglia-lealta]

Aggressively shoves these under your door and hides in her room for the next thousand years. 💛

[thestirringpot]

that new season was so deep that i forgot that i have to wake up early tmrw LMAO

[rosicheeks]

😴

[dickaspointed]

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑬𝑵- !

𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 !! 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

HEESEUNG felt all too giddy with you in the same bed as him. he couldn’t help but sneak glances and looks here and there, especially when the moon cascaded over your little body compared to his. you barely took up half the bed in comparison to him, and don’t get him started on those short shorts and tank top that did horrible jobs at hiding your modesty. by one am, your legs are thrown over the creases of his elbows, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra as your shorts dangled just over his shoulder. he couldn’t keep his desires at bay.

SUNGHOON acted tough like sharing a bed with you was no big deal, but on the inside it was an internal battle for him not to pop a boner. that stupid moomoo you wore that accentuated your breasts and ass definitely didn’t help keep one from forming in his sweats. he promised to keep it PG tonight but when you slid into bed besides him, smelling like a fresh sweet cake he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your moomoo was somewhere over the clouds, your chest and throat covered in hickies he’d have to explain tomorrow.

JAY was decently good at keeping his composure. he had shared a bed with you numerous times, but this time it was different because this time you were his. with your ass pressed to his pelvis, his hand underneath your top, gently fondling your right breast he tried to lull off to sleep. but your whiny moans and twitching ultimately ruined all the composure he had. flipping you onto your stomach, he mounted from behind, tearing your shorts and panties off in a slick motion for better access. the others wouldn’t let you two share a room anymore because they got no sleep with how loud you were.

JAKE purposefully made sure every trip that you two ended up together, if that meant bribing everyone with lots of money so they’d willingly book a hotel with one less room for everyone. Jake would sadly break the news to you, pouting to really add to the bit. in the end, it worked in his favor because you’d be straddling him that night, his hair between your fingers as you rode him like your life depended on it. Jungwon would end up banging on the door, asking you two to kindly “shut the fuck up.”

SUNOO was nervous every time you had to bunk with him. he’d go the extra mile to make sure you were comfortable, he wouldn’t even sleep without socks. one night, all of that flew right out of the open window when you cuddled up to him, tucking your face into his collarbone. your soft whimpers of enjoyment fueled something inside of him, he tapped your back gently. it was nothing but fireworks from that night on, blissful orgasms that made both of you see stars and shake violently against one another.

JUNGWON being the leader it was only right that he let you bunk with him. he had a set of rules that seemed to go right through the floor when you came back from a steamy shower with dewy skin and a nighty that hugged your body in all the right places. you asked him if this was alright for his “rules”, whilst smoothing your hands down your body. he sucked in a deep breath, looking towards the door before ultimately deciding whether or not he wanted to be ridiculed in the morning. needless to say, after an eventful, blissful night with Jungwon, that nighty was ripped to shreds and he had to explain what all those weird sounds were last night.

NI-KI put his cold feet up the back of your shirt and kicked you off the bed with both very large feet.

K BYE!!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 31

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Steve plies you with kisses to the point you can’t breathe. You can’t get away from him. Your top hangs beneath your chest, exposing you to him and the cooling air. He purrs and nuzzles your hair as he pulls you against him once more. 

“It’s getting late,” he purrs, “we should go inside. How about a movie night, sweetie? You and me?” 

You stare at his neck, too ashamed to look higher than that. His hands squeeze your hips and he wiggles his, reminding you of his excitement and your unbidden need. You hate that you feel this way, that you burn each time he touches you. 

“Okay,” you murmur, hoping only for a little bit of space. 

“Mm, alright,” he slips his hands up your sides and grabs the straps of your bathing suit, he raises them up to your shoulders and ties a knot behind your neck. He traces the edges and fixes the wet fabric across your tits, giving a squeeze before he wades backward, “mm, that looks so good on you... how about you go get changed? I left a surprise on your bed.” 

You nod and follow him to the ladder. He lets you go first, tickling the back of your thigh as you climb out. He stays back to close the pool and your heartbeat slowly calms, though you know it’s far from over. 

You’re sluggish as you get to the back door. It’s like you’re stuck in a fog. You know exactly what is happening, what he wants, but knowing you can’t stop any of it has you apathetic. You can only let it happen. 

You go upstairs and pause at the top. You peek down at Steve’s door. It’s closed. Your mom’s in there, she must be. Hidden away. Locked up as you deceive her. 

You continue into the guest room. Your room now, as he calls it. You go to the foot of the bed and stare at the night gown spread across the duvet. It’s a pale blush colour, the top is cotton but the skirt is sheer with a shimmery liner underneath. There’s a frill around the hem and a bow along the chest. 

You strip off the swimsuit and put it to dry on the window ledge. You retreat and cover yourself with the nightie. It’s too small. You’re about to pop out of it as the thin straps are stretched to their limit, you feel your bum peeking out the bottom. 

You try not to let the horror sink too deep. No use in crying. Nothing you can do. You leave the room and descend. The sliding door shuts and you hear Steve in the kitchen. 

You go out to see him with a towel around his waist. Even through the extra layer, his erection prods. He’s mopping up the wet spots you left on the floor. You hang your head, “sorry, I didn’t...” 

“No worries, sweetie,” he looks up beneath his blonde lashes, “oh, baby, you look...mm, you get some popcorn going and choose a movie. I’ll finish this up and get changed.” 

“Right,” you agree and go to the counter, stopping cluelessly before the cupboard. 

“In the pantry,” he points to the narrow door on the other side of the fridge, “bowls are up there.” 

You turn to see him point. You give another nod and obey. It’s easy to do the little things. What, in the end, will hardly matter. 

You enter the pantry and search out a box of popcorn, taking out a bag, and return to the kitchen. He’s gone. You’re not comforted by his absence. You put the bag in the microwave and grab a big bowl from the cupboard. You wait, watching the numbers count down, your pulse picking up with each digit. 

You pour the hot kernels into the bowl and toss the bag. The smell is not so delicious as your stomach churns. You go to the living room and set down your heaping snack on the low table. You take the remote and sit on the section. 

You click on the first title that pops up on the screen. Some redundant romantic comedy you never heard of. You set down the remote and teeter on the edge of the couch. You lower your head and fold your hands. You can’t prepare yourself for what comes next. 

Steve appears before the intro credits end. He comes around as you sit back and he lowers himself next to you. He wears only a pair of boxers. You gulp at your quick glance of his naked torso and legs. 

He’s not looking at the screen and you can feel it. He leans back, slipping his arm over your shoulders. You try to curl into yourself. 

“That nightie, sweetie,” he pets your leg just beneath the hem, “you like it?” 

You nod, “mhmm. It’s... soft.” 

“How about tomorrow I take you to buy some more? We can get you all sorts of stuff? Cute clothes, maybe some toys...” 

“Toys?” you blink. 

“To play with...” his fingertips trail up your leg, “to experiment...” 

He leans in as the television glares in your vision. You stare at the blurring hues as he presses his lips to your temple. You whimper as his hand creeps over the skirt of the nightie and along your stomach. He cups your chest, kneading and fondling, purring as he grazes your cheek with his mouth. 

“Kiss me, sweetie,” he commands. 

You turn your head and meet his lips. He pulls you into him, urging you up onto him as he lays back on the long couch. You turn onto your stomach to keep your mouth on his, your hands on his broad chest. He growls into you as his hand slips up to the back of your head, his other squeezing your chest greedily. 

You moan as you feel a pluck. He drags his hand along your chest and shoulder, following the length of your arm. He guides your hand from beneath you and along his muscled stomach. You squeak as you touch the top of his boxers. He tilts you to once side as your lips part and you try to resist his strength. 

“It’s okay, baby, I just want you to feel me,” he pushes your hand under the fabric and his throbbing tip pokes you. You whimper as he presses your hand around it and groans, “that’s for you, baby. That’s how sexy you are.” 

Your eyes widen as you look him in the face, his blue irises smokey and slitted. You poke your tongue out to wet your lips, shunting out breaths as your chest swells. He moves your hand lower, angling it to wrap around him. He’s thick... or feels like it. He keeps his hand around yours as he guides you down to his base and back up. 

“How does that feel?” 

You can’t speak. You just gape at him. He smirks. 

“Give me another kiss,” he says. 

You do what he says. What else can you do? You tremble as he pumps your hand over him, up, down. You feel the veins beneath the taut skit and a trickle of wetness as you reach the tip. He groans again and pulls away from your mouth once more. 

“Oh, sweetie,” he takes your hand from his boxers and twines his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles and rolls his hips, “you are so good.” 

You hide your face as his hand slips from your head and he hooks his arm around you. He sits up and swiftly flips you, spreading himself over you. He smothers you with a kiss. You murmur around his tongue as it invades your mouth. He rocks his pelvis into you, your legs splayed around him. 

He lifts himself away, nibbling longingly on your lip before pulling back completely. He pets your shoulder and rubs his fingertip over the strap of the night, urging it down. 

“I wanna try something, sweetie, stay just like this,” he says. 

He pushes himself up to his knees. He pulls down the other strap and frees your chest. You quiver and stare at the ceiling. He moves over you, straddling your stomach as he tugs down the elastic of his boxers. You squeak again and dig your nails into the cushion. 

Your eyes sting with tears. He strokes himself as his boxers crumple beneath his dick. You can’t look. Don’t look. He shifts further up your torso and hovers over your chest. You seal your lips fearfully. 

He gropes your chest and bounces it. He lowers himself, angling so his dick is between your tits. He pushes them together and tilts back, then forward, his tip hitting your chin as you yelp. He hushes you and does it again, again, again. Each time quicker than the last. More desperate. 

He thrusts and the friction grows hot. He groans and growls, rutting as he shakes the cushions with his frantic motion. You turn your head as he fucks your tits. You hear a noise, a click, then a creak. There’s a soft drone then Steve’s name. It’s your mom! 

“Steve,” she calls again from up the stairs, “where...” her voice trails off and you hear a thump on the wall, “honey, please...” 

Steve moves his hand over your chest, pressing his hand to the front of your tits to keep them together as he uses the other to cover your mouth. His face strains as he fucks harder and harder. He huffs and suppresses a snarl as he hangs his head back. There’s a slicky heat over your face as you close your eyes against the sudden explosion. 

He cums in thick ribbons over your chin and lips, up to your nose and cheeks, even your forehead. He quakes as you hear your mom struggling to get down the stairs. The couch lurches as he puffs and pushes himself off of you. You stay there, paralysed, hiding beneath your eyelids. 

“Steve,” your mom whines. 

“Honey, what’s going on?” He calls back, his voice raspy and dry. 

“I don’t feel right,” her words slog heavily, as if she can barely form them. 

“Let me get you back to bed,” he coos, “what’re you doing up?” 

“I dunno...” she slurs. She sounds senseless and her footsteps are uneven and staggered. 

“Come on,” Steve coaxes, “it’s fine. I got you.” 

[itsjennygirlz]

Finishing preparing yourself in front of the mirror you thought: *And now the white claws to match my beautifuls white nails and dress...*

When your Girlfriends interrupts you "Wow ! You're so beautiful Sissy" 😍

- "Omg Emily I thought you would only come home tomorrow ! I can explain, I was..."

- "Shhh... You don't have to say a word honey (as she approaches and put her finger on your mouth) I know it all... It's been 2 years since I've found out for the first time that you were stealing my panties. At first I was so upset and scared, I thought Brendon, my boyfriend, was a pervert. But then I watched you with the house camera and realized you were a girl at heart. As I watched you styling your outfit from my clothes, perfecting your make-up, having a glass of wine while watching Girlz TV Show.... I've decided that I'll help you become the Girl you truly are" 🥰

- "No ! I promise I won't do it again ! I want to be Brendon your boyfriend.. It was only a few time, while you..."

- "I knew you would say funny things like that, so I've decided to put you on Nightie Girl hypnosis ! Ans guess what, it's been 2 years ! I also bought new clothes, that I've always let out of my closet when I wasn't home for you to have fun... And it's been almost a year since I've put you on Femininzing hormones"

- "What?! But.."

- "You didn't thought your body hair, beard and all just stopped to grow by magic... Hehe and those cute teenage girls breasts that are just starting to grow... Oh and come on, what about those magnificent Girl's Hair you've grown! I'm kinds jealous... So listen closely Sweetie here's the deal:

From now on you'll become my Girlfriend, we'll be shopping together, have Girls Nights, Gossip Session and everything... Now look me in the Eyes Brittany and tell me how much you're happier as a girl" 🤍

As your started to argue, your mind felt blank, you felt so distracted and dazzy... you open your mouth and finally say:

"I love beeing a Girl, thank you so much Emily I've never been happier" 😇

- "Moh you're welcome Brit' let's go out in town now ! I need to introduce you to the Girlz" 🛍

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Reblog this story I know you dream to live Sissy 😝💗

♡ XoXo Jenny ♡

[moamidzyism]

[7:03am] (h.yj)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 813 smut ౨ৎ men + minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ ୨୧ yeti x fem!reader, established relationship, oral [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

yeji often comes home late.

every night, the sound of her dragging feet echoes through the apartment as she enters the bedroom, tossing her bags and jacket onto the armchair in the corner. her routine unfolds predictably: the rustle of the clothes being shed, the familiar path to the bathroom, the door locking behind her.

yeji always tells you not to wait up for her.

she disappears into the bathroom, where the sound of running water and the scent of soap signal the beginning of her nighty routine. thirty minutes later, she emerges, her body scrubbed of the day, and curls up beside you in bed. it’s then that you can finally savor the fragrance of her lavender-scented shampoo.

yeji never wants to get out of bed in the morning.

she groans when her alarm rings at seven am on the dot every morning. what if i just quit my job? she mumbles to you, half-serious, half-dreaming. then we could stay in bed all day long. you can’t help but chuckle at the tempting thought, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. but then we’d have to find a new place to live, you remind her. she sighs, reluctantly dragging herself out of bed to start the day.

but today, for the first time, yeji sleeps through her alarm.

like clockwork, her phone blares through the room, jolting you awake. as you glance at your girlfriend lying beside you, the only movement is the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.

concern creeps into your awakening state. you reach over and nudge her carefully. yej, wake up, you whisper, your hand resting on her shoulder.

she stirs, but does not fully wake, mumbling something unintelligible. the morning light pierces through the blinds as you try again, a bit more insistently. yeji, honey, you’re going to be late.

her eyes flutter open, confusion crossing her face as she glances at the still-blaring alarm. she fumbles to silence it, before resting her head back on her cool pillow. i’m going to call in sick. she shares with you. you nod understandingly and she snuggles back under the blankets, seemingly content with herself. i just really need a day off.

you want me to make us breakfast? you offer, preparing to leave the bed. she pulls you back down to her, a playful insistence in her tone. no, no, you’re not leaving this bed either. she lightly and sloppily traces kisses all over your face, making you erupt in giggles. yeji, what if i need to pee? you ask. then we have to go together. she declared, and i know what you’re going to say but i don’t care. i feel like we haven’t spent enough time together lately.

she leans in to kiss you again, this time with a passion that transcends the ordinary. as her lips lingers on yours, the outside becomes forgotten momentarily. the kiss deepens and the warmth envelopes you in a sweet, lazy morning haze.

you work so hard for us, yeji. you pull away from the kiss, laying her on her back.

you plant soft kisses just above her cleavage, hands unbuttoning her top, earning a big sigh from her. does that feel good? you chuckle before continuing down her body, kissing her until you reach the waistband of her shorts.

pushing the comforter from over your head, you look up at yeji. please, she gasps. god, she sounds so pretty. even if you wanted to tease her, to make her wait, you couldn’t. not when she was looking at you with her pretty eyes, pleading for you to make her feel good.

you slide her shorts down to her ankles and throw her legs over your shoulders. just as she feels the heat surging through her entire body, you dive in, slowly licking up a stripe, eliciting moans and whimpers as she shivers underneath you. you hum at her taste, continuing your soft touches that leave her longing for more.

yeji grinds herself against your face, desperate to feel more of you. you grab her hips more tightly in response, applying more pressure to the way you’re licking up her juices. you’re bringing her closer to your high, your hums vibrating against her core lead her hands to find solace in your hair. please, baby, i’m gonna cum. she sputters out. you feel her clench around your tongue after a few repetitions of your movements.

the room fills up with the sounds of her moans, calling out your name like a prayer as you fuck her right through her orgasm. you place kisses along the insides of her thighs as she comes down. your face is wet with her slick when you come back up to kiss her lips. yeji moans against your lips when she tastes herself. maybe you should call in sick more often.

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[holylulusworld]

One autumn night - Flufftober 10

Summary: Dean and you make a home together.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Square 25 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Carry you to bed

Square 2 filled for @jacklesversebingo: Bubbles

Warnings: a/b/o, fluff

Trope: a/b/o

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

A few months ago, …

“Why do we need a bathtub?” Dean cocks his head to watch you climb into a bathtub at Costco. “You only sit in your stink and dirt. A shower is much better. You jump under the spray, get clean and you don’t need all the fancy bath foam.”

“But—” you pucker your lips and sniffle. “What about the bubbles? I love long bubble baths and bath bombs. We could have a large bathtub and bathe together. You can scrub my back and I can snuggle into your chest.”

Dean licks his lips. He looks at the bathtub again, suddenly eager to join you. Your alpha climbs into the bathtub, humming. “Not bad. But this one is too small. We’ll need a bigger one.”

“Right! Especially if Sammy wants to use it too,” you point out. You’ve got your alpha where you want him and won’t go home without buying a bathtub. 

"Sammy got stinky feet, and we won't let him use our bathtub."

“We can have a shower too.” You look around the store. “You know, to shower together.”

“Uh-huh,” he nods thoughtfully. “You know, shower sex is complicated and dangerous, sweetheart.”

“So, it’s decided. We are going to get a bathtub and a shower,” you conclude. “The question is, which one do we want to buy?”

Now, …

You decided on a corner sunken tub for your corner master bathroom. It’s large enough for you and Dean. And with windows on both sides, you have a perfect view of the garden while taking a bath.

Dean built the rustic log cabin compound with his own hands. And a little help from his brother. Sam has a cabin close by. Even though you stopped hunting a few years ago, your home is warded. You’re out of business, but the demons and monsters lurking in the dark didn’t get the message.

“What do you think?” you lean back against Dean’s chest and sigh. He doesn’t answer, busy running his hands up and down your arms. “Dean? It’s a great bathtub, right?”

“It was a lot of work,” he grumbles. “At least it was worth the hard work. I got my sweet omega. Naked…”

“Dean,” giggling you slap his thigh. “I don’t want to get dirty again. Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Winchester.”

“Ma’am you got into the bathtub with me. Of course, I’ll try to touch the sweet omega snuggling into my chest.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’m irresistible.” 

“That you are.” 

“The water is getting cold, sweetheart. We should get out,” he kisses your shoulder. “I know you like the bathtub, but we don’t want to freeze.”

You sigh but slowly get out of the bathtub.

Dean wraps you in a fluffy towel to gently rub you dry. “You smell so good. I could eat you alive.” He sniffs at your neck. “But I’ll bring you to the bathroom first.”

He wraps his arms around your back and behind your knees to pick you up in bridal style. Dean holds you close to his body as you nuzzle your face in his shoulder. 

“I’m a little cold,” you mumble sleepily. 

“I’ll warm you up, Y/N,” Dean walks a little faster toward the bedroom. It’s warm and cozy inside. He made sure of it. “There we go.”

He carefully puts you on the bed. “I can dress myself, Dean,” you laugh as he wants to help you get dressed. “Dean!”

“Alright…alright. But hurry up and get under the covers. I want you warm and comfortable.”

You change into your nightie and crawl under the covers. Dean follows suit, immediately wrapping you in his strong arms.

“That’s perfect.” You sigh happily.

“That it is, sweetheart. That it is…”

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Darkside 2 | PJM

➳ pairing: Jimin x reader

➳ rating: M (gore violence, implied dubcon.)

➳ genre: arranged marriage au, dark themed.

➳ summary: after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. Jimin has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

➳ warnings: spanking, fingering ( not much described), use of curse words, orgasm denial, gore violence, slight exhibition, dark themed, implied dubcon, reader se def scared of jimin, jungkook is fucking sexy you know? And jimin is in full daaddy mode lmao, overall it's really fucked up and dark and yeah it's a 18+ so if you feel uncomfortable do not read further.

➳ word count: 5k , (pt.ii) ( pt i)

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➳ a/n: woah, it took me so long to post it but yk my exam is tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck I'll write but here is it so enjoy? And i haven't proofread it so genuinely sorry for any grammer mistakes. ( I know this story is fucked up so don't come at me. Okay?) Reblog if you like it tho. <3333333

➳ PARK JIMIN YA'LLLLL

➳ a/n2: I do not support this kind of activities in general, it's just a fiction and I do not own anybody. Please understand the difference between fiction and reality. And please enjoy. &lt;33

You could hear them downstairs. The men your husband had over. It seemed like there was two-three of them, plus your husband. Drinking alcohol and talking in low voices. Probably going over some illegal deal - not that you cared. You took a deep breath and looked down at your outfit for the night - a lacy black nighty with a plunging neckline - sinfully short too, with the hemline barely brushing against your upper thighs. You knew if you bent down, it would leave nothing to the imagination. And panties? Who needed them?

Slowly, you made your way down the stairs, each step feeling more excited than the last. You had never really disobeyed Jimin so blatantly before. A part of you, despite everything, was still scared of the big bad mob boss he was. But a larger part of you was irritated by his apathy, how he acted like you didn't even exist. At this point, you'd do anything to get somekind of reaction out of him - which is why you were in your current state.

The cold air hit you hard when you entered the living room. The serious chatter between the men seemed to cease almost immediately as you slowly made your way across the room, not sparing any of them a glance - not even Jimin. You made sure to wink your hips with every step, knowing that every single eye in that room was currently on you - even Jimin

You made your way into the kitchen, exhaling the breath you'd been holding in. You hadn't thought too far ahead with your plan, but decided to grab the leftovers of ttaekboki, since you didn't get to eat it properly.

You could hear them chuckling and whispering to each other until one's voice chimes in, " Well Mr. Park, who's she? Is she your whore? " You wrinkled your nose in disgust. These men were sure not from the local or else they would've known you. No men dared to look at you, let calling you a whore alone.

" You gotta introduce her to us man, I bet she must be good that's why you're keeping her around. Huh? " Another unfamiliar voice chimed in. God why  the hell Jimin even invited them over? Shitty perverts.

" I'm his wife and hello to you too. " You said casually leaning over the marble top giving them a show. Even though the lights were dim in the kitchen but still they could see your cleavage. It was cold, your nipples were poking out from the silk material.

You dared to make eye contact with Jimin and you could've sweared your blood ran cold just from his gaze only. He's a master in controlling his facial expressions but the way he was eyeing you up and down with cold,stoic expression on his face told you that he was beyond pissed. His fist was clenched tight, turning white and your coy smile instantly faded.

You regretted coming down, yes, you did and you were about to stood back quickly when suddenly Jimin stood up and smiled at you, the kind of smile which told you that you fucked up. He started walking towards like he's going to beat the shit of you.

" Excuse me everyone, this is my wife. Park Y/N." He said smoothly and walked beside you. He roughly pulled you by your waist more close. A squeek left your mouth and you did not dared to look him in the eyes.

He tugged you forward walking towards the guest. "It seems like my wife is definitely confused because I clearly told her that she isn't allowed to come downstairs. But -" He paused, and you stuck your chin up and gave him the biggest glare you could muster up.

But unfortunately for her, she's disobeyed me." Jimin finished, looking at you and reaching out and grabbing your wrist roughly. The calmness in his demeanour was making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you'd sooner die than give away that you were definitely scared. You tried to twist out of his death grip but to no avail. And he was literally crushing your wrist with how hard he was holding it.

" Let go of me. " You hissed at him, knowing full well that you were basically putting on a free show for everyone else in the room, and they were hanging on to every word you spoke. Jimin didn't even spare you a glance.

"So, you gentlemen will have to excuse me while I go see to my wife. As you can see, she's being a bratt and needs disciplining. Jungkook, take some more beer out for these guys. They'll sit and wait while I finish with her, won't you?" asked his right hand guy and othrs, except you knew it wasn't really a question.

" Sure park we understand it would be so nice if you would tame her in front of us. It would be a sight to behold. " One of them said adjusting his bulge. He had the audacity to say this to jimin and you wondered why jimin only smiled at him. It wasn't the nicest smile of his, which definitely gave you goosebumps.

Jimin said something to jungkook in foreign language, something only which jungkook understood and smirked.

The whispering drowned in the background as jimin started dragging you roughly towards his room. The look on his face was unreadable, regarding His actions his expressions were calm. The grip on your wrist kept getting tighter and your heart was thudding out of your chest.

Let go of me, you fucking jerk!" You swore, wiggling around, your small fists landing on his muscular back. Your small fist's punch would probably doing nothing to his built body. You felt embarrassed as everyone eyed you shamelessly while your own husband dragged you like some sack of potatoes.

" FUCKING LEAVE MY HAND YOU ASSHOLE. " You swored again as you entered his bedroom and surprisingly he did. With a blink of an eye he pushed you roughly on the bed making you whimper from the harsh act.

" Fuck you bastard you're so fucking crazy they were calling me whore and you yourself treated me like one in front of them. How fucking dare you. " You spat every word laced with venom, Your nose was flaring up, You tried to get up, planning to storm out of his room and run into yours and lock the door and just get the fuck away from him.

Easily, jimin overpowered you, roughly pushing you back down onto the bed when you tried to make a run for it. And again, you tried to get up, because fuck if you'd let this man get the best of you. You attempted to shove him aside, except he was built like a brick wall and didn't budge an inch. That was when he grabbed your jaw roughly, jerking your face forward to meet his gaze.

"Keep fucking talking, you dumb bitch, I dare you." He hissed, his thumb and forefinger pressing so hard into your skin, enough to bruise. It got your eyes tearing. No one ever in your life has treated you like this.

" If you keep acting up like this y/n then I'll have to do something really bad. " He threatened by pressing you harder against the mattress, he hovered you, arms on both sides and trapping you in between. He was looking down at you so dangerously.

" Fuck you. " You seethed through clench teeth and wriggled more vigorously. You scratched jimin's neck in the process, blood started trickling down his neck but you did not felt sorry for him instead you again aimed to scratch there but this time jimin slapped you across the cheek.

It left you stunned. You did not dared to turn your head the other side. " You have the fucking audacity", began quietly, face inches away from yours, "To parade around downstairs in this fucking clothes, acting like you're a free piece of ass. I don't know if you're asking for it, or just plain fucking stupid."

" Bastard. " You said in low voice, your throat was sore from all the shouting earlier.

" And that filthy mouth of yours. Damn! Y/n you just annoy the shit out of me sometimes. " He continued. "And to think I was going easy on you all this time. Excusing your behaviour 'cause you're young and stupid." He shook you, hard. "Not anymore. You're a fucking spoiled little rich brat, and clearly your daddy didn't fucking think it was important to teach you some manners and respect."

And before you knew jimin manhandled you, You scratched and clawed to try and escape his grasp, but in two seconds flat he was sitting on the side of his bed with you over his knee, your thrashing legs pinned underneath his strong thigh. Red hot embarrassment coursed through your veins - how dare he put you over his knee like this! In a position so demeaning?

" Let go of me jimin I swear -"

You were cut short when you felt his hand on your ass. His rough, calloused palm stroked the silky material of the chemise that barely concealed your bare skin, and involuntarily you sucked in your breath sharply. What the fuck was he doing?

" You should have been disciplined a long time ago but looks like your daddy was a shit huh? " He chuckled, how could he even dare to insult your dead father. " He clearly did not bothered to teach you some manners? " He caressed your flesh over the silk material.

" Shut your fucki-" He did not even let you finish and suddenly grabbed the soft flesh roughly And you couldn't help but gasp - both at his touch and at the jolt you felt between your legs. What the fuck. No. Fuck no. This wasn't happening. He continued to fondle your ass, touching you as if you were a piece of meat on display. " How about I teach you some fucking manners my dear wife? " He asked Mockingly.

" You're fucking sick." You gasped, determinedly ignoring the way your pussy clenched at his words. With all your might, you tried once more to wiggle out of his grasp. Your motions ceased immediately when his palm cracked down on your ass. Hard. And you cried out in both pain and shock.

"You try and move one more time, and I'll use my fucking belt." jimin warned, the threat making your mouth run dry. You immediately fell limp against him, breathing hard from fighting this losing battle. Fuck him. Fuck him for taking you over his knee and spanking you like you were a child. You hung your head, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears of anger and embarrassment at bay.

That's more fucking like it." Jimin said, once more going back to squeezing your stinging ass, as if to rub salt on the wound. You bit your lip at the pain, and debated calling for help. And it seemed like he could read your mind: "And by all fucking means, yell and scream all you want. The door's wide open, princess. They can all hear you. But if you think anyone's coming to save you, you're dumber than I thought."

"You... You can't do this." You said, voice breaking but still having a bit of fight left in you.

Jimin lifted the flimsy material of the chemise, exposing your ass to his cold stare. "That's where you're wrong, princess. I can do this. I'm the only fucking one who can do this. And you're gonna take it. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be punished for flaunting your fucking body as if it's not already been claimed."

SMACK

The first hit sounded like the crack of a whip, and stung just as bad. You couldn't help but cry out in pain, knowing you were giving him the very reaction he wanted from you. And how you wished you were stronger, calmer, cooler, more collected. You wished you hadn't given him the satisfaction of hearing your cries of pain. But it hurt like a bitch. So then why could you feel the wetness pooling between your legs?

And it was like Jimin was unleashing hell on your ass, with smack after smack raining down angrily onto your sensitive skin. It was like all his hatred rested in the palm of his hand, which cracked down against your ass with full force, making you scream every time it did.

" Dumb fucking slut." He said through clenched teeth, the spanks never ceasing as he continued to talk. "And to think I felt sorry for you. For being forced into this. To think I left you alone. Didn't say shit when you were in my house, -"

As he was talking to you, you heard a loud series of cries, which immediately made you stiffer. You instantly clutched his biceps because you were scared. You did not know the source and the cries only grew louder along with a sound of hitting something very hard to be precise.

" Jim- is- down- who........ " You mumbled being scared of those atrocious sounds.

" Y/N focus on me. " Jimin ordered with an authority and you couldn't deny him so you nodded your head. Still scared you started sobbing softly.

He grabbed your hairs and pulled you backwards towards him, " Don't ever dare to cut me in between. No one have that power over me got that? " He tugged it harshly making you cry loudly.

" Answer baby....? " He again tugged it.

" Ye-s.... Y-es.. Please I'm so-rry. " You begged. All the faint arousal you felt till now vanished in a blink. You weren't aroused now, not even a bit. You were plain scared. Scared of what might happening downstairs.

" Good, so where was I? Huh I was saying you using my credit card, acting like a spoilt little bitch. Complaining about everything under the fucking sun. And you think you could keep your fucking act for long huh? " He completed his sentence and smacked your butt hard.

To be honest you couldn't focus on jimin properly because the loud muffles and cries could be heard real fucking good from downstairs. And jimin noticed that and he wasn't really happy about it.

He told you to focus on him. Didn't he? But you being the spoiled brat pissed jimin even more.

This time he spanked you really hard, which left you howl in pain.. Wriggling around furiously, you faint sobs turned into ugly ones. " It fucking hurts pleaseeeee. " You begged with whatever energy was left within you.

" Good it should fucking hurt. I told you to focus on me did not I? " He turned you around and manhandled you onto your knees. Your face was red, eyes puffy, lips swollen from all the harsh tugs you gave yourself to keep quiet. " But you had your fucking focus on anything but me. " He wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed tight. "L-eav-ee.. So-rr-.. Pleas-" The oxygen was cutting, your eyes we're rolling back.

Jimin released your throat giving you a light slap on your cheek. He took in your condition for a good two minutes. And within those two minutes you felt exposed, embarrassed, self conscious and what not. Anyone in your place right now would want to jump from the cliff, he turned you into this condition of yours. He was the reason why you felt ashamed and pathetic.

Jimin stood up from the bed and fixed his obvious bulge, he raked his fingers through his hairs and patted your hair. " Come on stand up. " He helped you in getting up. He wiped your cheeks with his hand, pushed back all the strands of hair which were covering your beautiful face.

" Not so sassy now, are you? " He taunted while sucking his lower lip between his teeth. That coy smile was taunting you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. Then took your small hands into his and started walking towards the stairs.

" I - need to- chan-ge.. Pleas-ee. " You somehow managed to say that, even though your mind was telling you to keep your mouth shut. Jimin laughed, throwing his head back., " Why now? You should have used your little brain before baby but don't worry now they won't mind. " He said and dragged you downstairs even though you struggled to stay back.

You were feeling scared as jimin dragged you downstairs, the smell instantly hit you, making you nauseous. The iron smell was so strong that it was surely blocking your senses. 1...2...3...4....steps and then you entered the hall. You screamed so loudly that all the heads in the room turned towards you.

No, it must be a dream. The sight in front of you was too disturbing to see. There was a pool of blood on the floor, jungkook's hands were bloody, but the blood wasn't of him. His hair were messy, a few buttons from his shirt were ripped off, other guards were also in the same condition.

Those three men who insulted you were on their knees, fucked out, beaten into a pulp, they were shivering and covered in their on blood.

You unconsciously tried to take a step back but then you remembered jimin was next to you. He quickly tightened his grip over your arms and dragged you forward. You started crying, you were feeling dizzy and felt like vomiting when your feet came in contact with the cold yet warm blood.

" Please, please, please, don-t do this.. I want to go back please ji-min.. " You begged, hell you would beg a hundred time more right now. Fuck your self respect you just want to go back to your room, hide under the covers and cry.

" Sshh baby, you should not cry... They deserved it. You remember how they called you names. Don't you? " Jimin cooed at you, stroking your back while maintaining the tight grip over your arms.

" They dared to disrespect you, my wife. But don't worry I'm still not finished with them. " Jimin chuckled and roughly dragged you towards the couch, so you could get a perfect view of jungkook's art.

To be honest it was the most jimin had ever spoken to you, and you never wished to see him like this.

He sat on the couch and made you sit on his lap. You were scared to death. You were shivering, not because of the cold but because of the fear. Sweat was trickling down your forehead and neck but you couldn't utter a word right now.

" So, what we're you saying noah? Repeat your words.! " Jimin whispered said to one of the men who insulted you. The guy was literally unconscious, he couldn't even open his eye properly. When the guy did not replied jungkook grabbed his hair and shook his head sideways. Thr lateral groaned in pain.

" Say something buddy, I'm waiting.!! " Jimin said as he fumbled with your nighty straps. You were traumatized, couldn't utter a word, the tears were continuously flowing down.

" Bas-t-ar-d. " The guy barely said and instantly received a punch from jungkook. The action made you shriek loudly. You did not want to be here. Even if those guys called you a whore, you don't want them to die.

" Shut up will you? I'm talking right here ain't I?? " Jimin grabbed your chin and turned his side harshly, you Whimpered as you looked into his eyes. They were emotionless, this jimin right here, in front of you was different.

" m'sorr-y.... Please. Please. Jus-t... I won-t do that again. Please. " You begged, with your hands joined in front of him.

" I will let you go princess, but we have to give them a show. They're our guest. Sit pretty and listen to me now. Won't you? " Jimin pecked your lips as he cooed at you. Stroking your wet cheeks with his thick fingers and pushing back the hair from your face.

" No. No-No... Pleas- No. " Your eyes widened, you cried loudly and struggled against his body. You were trying to get up but jimin easily held you in place.

" Sshhh... You don't want me to fuck you on the floor. Now would you? " Jimin warned and in one quick movement he tore the lace material off your body. You screamed and cried, he was being inhuman. How could he do these things in front of other people?

" Come on y/n, jungkook did so much for you! He deserves a show as well. Would you like that jeon? " He asked from the brown hair boy sheepishly.

" Anything you want Hyung. " The boy replied with a smirk on his face and jimin signaled the other guards to leave the place.

" I swe-ar i would not dis-obey you again. Jimi-n please dontt do th-is... Please. I promise I Will li-ssten to you. Promise.. Please just don-tt. " You furiously begged, at the moment you would do anything to change your husband's mind. But it was too late he already started separating your legs roughly, and flicked your nipples with other hand.

He stopped and looked at you, " See, princess? See how easy it is for me to break you? To reduce you to a crying mess?" He stroked his finger against your cheek, gathering the salty tears that were drying against the soft skin. His touch was feather-soft, intimate. And you felt so humiliated, so defeated, so conflicted - and now it confused you why he was being so gentle.

You sniffled. No other man had ever reduced you to feeling like a humiliated, kicked puppy. "I was just... I just... Please." It was like you couldn't gather yourself, couldn't tame your thoughts which seemed to be running every which way.

Jimin's hand slowly slid down your thighs and ghosted over your pussy. " Don't cry baby this will only teach you a lesson. You thought I was some local mafia? On whom you could shout, blame, curse anytime? No baby, I'm the fuckin king. " Jimin stated as hi flicked your clit lightly. You weren't in your senses right now, you couldn't believe your eyes and ears.

You audibly gasped, the sudden direct contact making you almost convulse forward into his chest. You grabbed a fistful of his white shirt, scrunching your eyes shut and wishing to God that maybe he will stop tormenting you, that maybe he could feel pitty for you.

" You're soaking baby..... You really are crazy my lady. " Jimin fake gasped, easing a thick finger into your pussy. And you cried into his chest, hating that after beating the living shit out of your ass, and scaring the daylights out of you this man had casually just began fingering you and it felt so fucking good. You prayed he or jungkook wouldn’t notice when you began to slowly hump against his finger, wanting to create more friction. He chuckled, “You’re a naughty fucking slut, aren’t you? All riled up and on edge, wet from all this mess in front of you, Now you want your daddy to take care of you, don’t you?”

You were too ashamed to reply, your face still buried in his chest, your tears staining his shirt and your lips bitten raw from trying to suppress your moans. Jimin added another finger and increased his pace, his thumb finding your clit and causing you to cry out. He smirked, “Who knew how easy it was to get you to shut your mouth. You got nothing to say anymore, baby? Where’s my little wife who loves to run her mouth, huh? Where’s she gone?”

Please,” You mewled softly, arching your back from the mounting pleasure, his fingers curving upwards and brushing against all the right spots. His thumb expertly massaged your clit, as if he knew your body, knew exactly how it worked. As if this wasn’t the first time he was touching you down there. “Please, I just…”

Immediately, jimin pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy making a squelching sound – as if it was trying to keep his fingers inside you. The heightened pleasure you were feeling instantly died down, and you cried out in indignation, “Wh-What! No! Please!” You gripped his forearm, “Please!”

“You don’t deserve shit after that stunt you pulled earlier baby.” jimin said simply. His eyes trailed towards the three barely alive body's and on jungkook who was no doubt enjoying the show and then back at you. He sighed, his fingers, soaking with your juices, now absentmindedly playing with the lacy borders of your ruined nighty which now sat bunched up around your waist. “You ruined my meeting, sweetheart. And now, you’ve distracted me.”

You swallowed harshly when he took your hand, placing it on top of his clothed dick. God, he was so hard. Painfully hard.

" Clean up the mess jungkook, will you? " Jimin said standing up, straightening the creases he got over his trousers.

" Don't kill them yet, I want them alive. Move to basement and I'll be there shortly. " Jimin ordered jungkook and the boy nodded in response like a fucking robot. He too had no emotions no guilt in his eyes and body language. They all are beyond your imagination.

Your husband turned towards you and offered you a hand, " Come baby, you still got to learn so much. I'll make sure everything stays in your pea size brain. " Words took a few seconds to register in your mind. It's not the end, he still has so much in his mind. How will you survive this?

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING IDEA.!

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[shuniverse]

big boy cuddles ,, s.cb

🧷 I got bored and decided to write for changbin because I love this man 😔❤️ need cuddles from him asap.

🎐 kinda suggestive? idk man ;; some cursing ;; reader just being obsessed with this man and his muscles ;; binnie cuddling them because he knows they’re obsessed with his muscles ;; binnie making jokes about it (teasingly, ofc) ;; just binnie and reader lovingly bickering and being cute ;;

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“bin-binnn”

the cute little nickname you have for him doesn’t fail to make him smile, and he looks at you where you’re laying next to him, your head against the pillow below his shoulder. he’s propped up, sat against the pillow, attempting to read a book hyunjin recommended. he smiles softly at you and your pouty lips. “what’s up, bun?”

you sigh, and wrap your arms snug around his thick upper arm, snuggling your head into it. it makes him giggle, his little smile making you smile, the way his eyes, still covered in a bit of dark makeup, crinkle as he does so. he sets the book down, running a hand through his natural, dark curls. he brings his other hand closest to you and runs it through your hair.

“bin-bin, I wanna cuddle.” your pout intensifies, making him coo and kiss your head, shuffling down so he’s closer in proximity to your face.

“better?” he asks with a little smile, infectious as always as the corners of your lips quirk up.

“hmm, not quite.”

he cocks an eyebrow up, before grinning as you shimmy down to wrap your arms around his waist. in return, he wraps his big arms around you, softly petting your hair with one hand.

you look up at him and smile. “all better now.”

he smiles in return, planting another soft kiss onto your head.

“I love you, bun.”

you kiss his bicep, making him chuckle. “I love you too, bin-bin.”

“you apparently love my big, strong arms too don’t’cha, bunny?”

you flush at his words. “well, you can’t blame me! they’re big, and comforting, and.. and..”

he laughs, one that makes you grin shyly. he sighs lovingly. “you’re cute.”

he just smiles more when you bury your face into his broad chest, he rubs gentle circles onto your upper back, resting his chin on your head.

“bin-bin?”

“yes, bun?”

“i looove you.”

he laughs again. “i loooove you too, bub. let’s go to bed though. it’s late, and we have to be up at a decent time.”

you whine. “but binniiieeee.”

“ya! no whining, you will sleep here, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

you sigh. “I don’t wanna sleep, though.” you pout.

“well, too bad, bun. you need your sleep. now, nighty night.” he kisses your head, turning off the bedside lamp.

you succumb to the sleepiness that’s actually been messing with you for a bit now, and you snuggle into changbins warm figure, sighing as you bury your face into his broad chest.

he lets out a small laugh, nothing super loud, and holds you close with his big arms.

“pretty baby.”

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hope you enjoyed! sorry I’ve been on such a long hiatus, life has been a lot these past couple weeks 💀

feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

[sissy-cheri-949-usa]

FEMINIZATION STEP #9 - BODY SHAPERS

After wearing a waist cincher all day, s/he will be glad to take it off once s/he is home. However, when the waist cincher comes off, the body shaper goes on; and stays on all night.

FEMINIZATION PROCESS RECAP

(STEP #1) - PANTY HIM

(STEP #2) - MANSCAPING

(STEP #3) - PANTYHOSE

(STEP #4) - PEDICURE

(STEP #5) - SLEEPWEAR

(STEP #6) - WAIST CINCHER

(STEP #7) - NAME HE/R

(STEP #8) - LINGERIE DRAWER

I'm talking about old-fashioned, vintage body shapers that s/he can wear under her nighties.

We want no garters (at this stage). If they have garters, make sure they are detachable, and save them for later.

We want them to have breasts, and we will make sure to comment on that during love-making later.

The more confining, the better. However make sure you can make love while he/s is wearing it. That means open or snap crotch access.

Whenever home alone at night, we want he/r in a body shaper of some form.

You will find that encasement is a big fantasy in the crossdressing community.

To be "encased" or trapped in femininity is erotic. Make sure to comment on her breasts, or lack thereof, during love making.

If you found this article helpful please reblog. There are many Cross-Dressers & their Wives who need to know. Comments are welcome; please be nice, so I can learn to improve.

All Feminization Steps Here.

[redbleedingrose]

NSFW Alphabet - Rhysand x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obvi 18+ Minors DNI, sexy time thingz, kinky thingz

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A/N: Hello my beautiful readers, sorry for not posting this yesterday. After my final on Tuesday, I was basically knocked in and out of sleep. Seriously, I went to bed at like 3am and woke up at 8am and then decided to go back to sleep and woke up at 12pm and then went back to sleep and woke up at 4pm and then took another nap at 8pm and woke up at 10pm and then went back to sleep. So... overall, just not enough energy to type this all out. I was thinking maybe doing one of these for my favorite boy Lucien if yall were interested. As always, please reblog, like, comment your thoughts. I love yall so much and please have something to eat, take a sip of water, and take your meds <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rhysand is the king of aftercare. He always makes sure you have your favorite drink pulling it out of thin air with his powers, and fed with your favorite food. 

Then he will light some candles that smell like Lavender and Eucalyptus, and put you into a warm bath to loosen your muscles and holds you as you come down from your high while whispering how much he loves you. 

Then he gives you a deep tissue massage with some shea butter rubbing out any of the sore spots and knots that you have in your shoulder continuing to whisper soft words of affirmation on how beautiful and perfect you are into your ear, leaving some soft kisses in his wake. 

By the end of his massage, you are knocked out and he will wrap his wings around you pulling up the sheets and blanket to make sure you are warm throughout the night, and cuddles up close to you falling asleep as he watches you sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it is a known fact that Rhysand is a thigh male. He is fucking obsessed with your thighs, biting at them, kissing them, leaving some delicious bruises of his grip on them. He loves when you wear tight pants that show off your thighs, and don’t get him started on the short nighties that stop right below the apex of your legs. He could stare at your legs all day. 

It's pretty ironic, but you are also a thigh lady. Rhys’ thighs are corded with muscle, and Mother above, do you love riding them. Any time Rhys isn’t paying attention to you, you plop yourself into his lap and beg him for an ounce of his regard. 

Gods he gets so arrogant, “Your high lord is working, darling.” 

Well alright then… you spread your legs on his thigh, the scent of your arousal hitting him like an ash arrow. His grip on your hips moves down to your thighs, gripping them impossibly tight as you begin to rock yourself back and forth seeking the slightest bit of the addicting friction.

He keeps his eyes locked on the paperwork sitting in front of him, groaning softly as you ride his thigh moaning into his ear, and the moment you cum, he is swiping all of the things off his desk and practically tosses you onto it before eating you out or pounding into you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Rhys is a strong believer that his thick hot cum is only going in your cunt. If you are suckling on him, you better believe he is pulling him off you before he cums, “We aren’t wasting a drop of this cum, darling.” And then… 

And then he stuffs himself into your cunt, pounding into you, letting you orgasm before he releases and sends his cum deep into you. 

He often fingers you after, partially to overstimulate you, but also “Can’t let it spill out darling, gotta keep it in you. Clench.” 

Cauldron boil you… he is so fucking hot 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The high lord of the night court is a dirty dirty male… He has definitely taken you to Hewn City only to fuck you on his throne, having you ride him and fucking up into you in front of his subjects, showcasing his power and control over you.

And he loved it and 1000% would do it again. 

When he took you back to Valeris… let's just say you didn't get any sleep that night… he only stopped when you were practically about to pass out from the pleasure… 

Best sleep you have ever had

The aftercare was so soft too… “Oh my darling high lady, I am so proud of you.” 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Rhysand is pretty experienced in many different ways. He knows exactly what he needs to do to get you to cum. 

TBH… this male can have you cumming with a single glance (that's right, he doesn’t even need to touch you) 

He slides into your mind with feline agility and is filling you with dirty thoughts and mind numbing pleasure 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves you in any position tbh, but I think ones that really highlight your body and thighs he is a huge fan of. 

Missionary with your legs thrown over his shoulder gets him really deep in you, and he often gets lost in the sensation of you is a go to for you both 

Another favorite is when you both are facing each other with you sitting in his lap, the eye contact is heavenly, and the comfort and intimacy of it all is a huge turn on for the both of you. He is able to kiss you pretty freely and all over, and he can see your face flushing… it just is so perfect in every way for him. 

You are also able to graze your fingers over his wings in every one of these positions, and that is a huge turn on for him. 

Anything that is really comfortable for the both of you, because once he starts, he isn’t one to switch positions until you both are finished. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Rhys tends to be pretty serious in the moment, chasing his pleasure and also ensuring that you find your pleasure is his top priority at the moment. 

Now… lets be honest here… sex can be awkward and its natural for funny things to happen like noises and such… this male is so good at taking things in stride. He is so respectful of you, and you both are able to laugh at these moments sharing soft pecks before getting back into a more serious mood. 

He just adores you, your honor… he is absolutely in love with you. Deeply and endlessly. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rhys keeps himself shaved, and he doesn’t really let it grow out either. I don’t think he likes the feeling of hair growing down there on him at all, and that is perfectly okay. As long as he is comfortable with himself and his body. 

He loves that skin to skin stimulation. 

He is never one to tell you what to do with your body, but you know that unimpaired stimulation is a major booster in his pleasure. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rhysand is a master in being intimate and showing you how much he loves you. He tends to be very romantic when you both have sex. It tends to be very soft, full of eye contact and beautiful words exchanging between the both of you. 

He can also split you apart on his cock, no doubt, whenever he is feeling jealous or just wants to show his control. But even after having rough sex with you, he finishes off with being very gentle with you and making you feel absolutely adored. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rhysand doesn’t really masturbate. He def did before meeting you, and whenever you weren't together… his hand may or may not have snuck down there while he was thinking about you in not so pure ways… 

But he has you and keeps you very close to him most of the day

Now say you aren’t in the mood for sex, Rhys is extremely respectful of that minds your boundaries. He will take a cold bath and wait until you are ready without pressuring you for anything. 

“I will always wait for you, darling. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me.” 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rhysand is a kinky male… he loves to have you begging and overstimulating you. He loves that he is the only male that can get you feeling that way, and flaunts it to others 

Exhibitionist… he doesn’t do anything around the IC members besides flirting with you, but the scent of both of your arousals is enough to make everyone flee from wherever you are because Rhys does not hold back. But also Hewn City???? 

He is a pleasure dom at his core… he wants you cumming as many times as you can before he lets himself get off. So overstimulation is a huge kink. 

Breeding kink!!! This one goes without saying, he wants his cum in your cunt for a reason! 

Mind bending? IDK if this is the correct term for this, but the high lord absolutely uses his daemati powers to influence you in any situation (consensually of course) to feel pleasure without touching you. 

Thigh riding obvi 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office is one of his favorite places, he loves to bend you over his desk or throwing you on the desk and wrapping your legs around his shoulders and ramming into you. It is convenient and very sexy for hot, quick sex. 

His throne… Do I really need to elaborate? 

Your bedroom, like anywhere in your bedroom on any surface. The wall, the floor, the bed, the sofa. All fair game. As long as you are comfortable. The intimacy of it all. Also Rhys has to hold a certain level of a mask, even with the inner circle he is their high lord. But with you, in the private space of your bedroom, he doesn’t need to wear a mask or persona. He is himself, and you love every bit. It is just a special intimate place where you can have mindblowing, back breaking sex, but also tender and soft love making. 

Unexpectedly, Rhys loves taking you in the bath. I think it just sets the mood and being so close to him and naked and in hot water… well it sets his senses on fire.  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sitting on his lap with your thighs on display is a major turn on for him, wherever you may be, whenever he is able to feel the soft plush of your thighs gets his blood pumping

One time, you were in a meeting with the high lords/ladies of the other courts and you were sat on his lap. Rhys was paying attention to the conversations around him, while conversing with Helion and you were pretty tuned out. Your mind began wandering and the minute you consciously realized, a smirk lifted to your face and you sent all your dirty thoughts down the mating bond and lowered your shields to allow for Rhys to slip in. 

The poor male was gobsmacked… and definitely developed a hard on. Helion is not oblivious, and the second he realized what was going on… he just smirked at you both, “If you ever looking to spice things up lady night-” 

Rhys cut him off with a growl, “Don’t finish your sentence Helion.” 

Your cunt was so sore in the morning from the pounding Rhys gave you, you were shaking like a leaf in the wind when you tried to stand as Rhys watched with a smug look, eyes glinting with pride. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rhys is not one to share. He may be willing to show you off, but that is to show his subjects who you belong to. Who your pleasure belongs to. But he is not sharing you with anyone. 

You crave Rhys, even when you are sick, and a big no no for him is you physically exerting yourself while you are already feeling down. If you are sick, he is babying you and showering you with affection, but he is not having sex with you. Mostly so that you are not over exerting yourself and making yourself more sick. 

(and maybe a little so that he doesn't get sick, the fucking Illyrian baby)  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rhysands love language is gift giving, and that translates into the bedroom. He is constantly eating you out, he loves your scent and taste. He is addicted to it. Truly, his happy place is between your thighs and he loves the sensation of you cumming on his tongue, with your legs shaking on his shoulders. 

He won’t say no to a blow job, but he much prefers to have you in raptures with his languid kisses on your cunt. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I have said before, I think it depends on the high lord's mood. 

For the most part, it is pretty slow and sensual. The male takes his time to appreciate every inch of you, showering you with kisses and mental whispers of adoration. 

But whenever you are teasing him, it is a no brainer that he will bend you over whatever surface and have his way with you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This male is always shoving you somewhere for a quickie. Right before a meeting, right before flying off to another court, right after a meeting, right after coming back from whenever… this male is desperate for you 

So yes, he loves quickies and you have quickies multiple times a day 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh absolutely, Rhysand is constantly trying out new things with you like clouding your sensations except for touch. Only letting you feel the pleasure he is bringing you. 

He is trying ice play, ass play, whatever it is that you are interested in trying, he is game as long as you are comfortable and making sure to check in between to see if you are still okay and want to continue. 

Nesta’s smutty books are constantly giving you ideas that you are willing to try with Rhys. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Rhysand tends to go for a couple rounds, but one of his biggest things is he waits to cum. He has incredible self control and wants you to cum a couple of times before he uses you. 

Whether it's with his fingers or tongue or toys or cock, he has you cum at least 2-4 times before he even thinks about cumming. 

He is a very generous male… What can I say? 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes… Rhysand owns toys that he uses on himself and on you. Y’all are fucking kinky motherfuckers okay? 

He is absolutely shoving a vibrator up your cunt before any meeting, and is settling you into his lap and enjoying watching you control your expressions. If any whimper or moan slips out of your mouth, “Shut your mouth darling. Those sounds are only for your high lord.” 

And if you don't/can’t… “You're going to learn how to school your expressions later darling, don’t you worry.” 

Later that night, he takes you to the first place he can find and is shoving his fingers in your mouth, “Suck you slut. I don't want another sound slipping from these beautiful lips,” and fucking you into oblivion. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You both tease each other an insane amount. You are constantly trying to get the other to snap. 

You both are hornballs. It is disgustingly amazing and perfect. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Rhys tends to be pretty vocal in bed, he groans and moans and whimpers into your ear. You definitely have a slight voice kink, because anything that leaves that males mouth is such a turn on for you.

Even when he is angry and he is hissing from displeasure at whoever pissed him off (never at you though), your panties are soaked. 

The second the poor soul who angered Rhys leaves, you are on your knees unbuckling his belt, desperate for the high lord.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rhysand tried growing out a beard, and you absolutely hated it. The poor male was trying to appear more mature, but nope. 

You did not like the sensation of his beard rubbing on your thighs as he ate you out or kissed you, and he shaved it off and has never looked back. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rhysand is 10 inches and is thick. His cock has a slight curve upwards, which allows for him to hit your g-spot everytime. 

Seriously, every single time you have sex, you are stretching to accomadate his size, and he is constantly hitting the perfect spots that have you cumming within seconds. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Illyrians in general have a very high sex drive. So do high lords. I think it's just in the genes and innate drive to reproduce and have a heir for the throne. 

All of that to say, Rhys has a very high sex drive. You are having sex multiple times a day without a doubt. You once made a bet with him that he could not hold himself back from having sex with you 24 hours. “Of course I can control myself, Darling, who do you think I am?” 

So obviously you put him to the test, “If you are able to hold yourself back Rhysie, you can have me in whatever way you want the second 24 hours are over… but if you can't, you need to be me a whole library.” 

Anyway, you have your own library now 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think it takes Rhys a while to fall asleep. He is pretty exhausted after, but he doesn’t want to fall asleep. He just wants to watch you and look after you and make sure you are happy and comfortable. 

The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotizing and is often what lulls him into a deep sleep where he finds you in his dreams.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 50

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: 50 chapters?!

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You don't sleep, you just lay in an achy stupour. The sun limns the door as Loki's shadow darkens beneath it. He sat there all night, you could hear him, leaning against it, sighing, sometimes pleading for you to come out.

He groans as the door shifts with him. He exhales and you hear some cracking as he moves. He must be just as stiff as you. 

“Pet,” he taps on the wood, “are you over your tantrum?”

His words sting. He speaks to you like a child. You wish he'd leave you alone, let you out, just disappear!

He stands with another long groan and you feel him leaning on the door. He jiggles the handle then hits the wood in frustration. He hisses. Good, you hope it hurts.

Tears spring as you feel guilty just as quickly as that spiteful thought rose. You don't want to hurt anyone. You never have. You just want to be.

“You cannot lock me out forever. I must clean up,” he demands.

You don't argue. You don't mention he has another bathroom. Two even. You don't have the energy.

“Must you persist in this stubbornness?” He snaps. 

All he ever has for you is criticism. Just like your father. And you're just the same useless girl.

You don’t answer. You get up, keeping your back to the door. You tell him over and over to leave you alone. It doesn’t work. So you’ll just ignore him.

You go to the tub and crank on the faucet, the water splashing down loudly as you flinch as the sudden gush. You hear a thump on the door but focus on testing the temperature of the water with your fingers. You don’t listen to see if he goes, to you he’s just not there.

You strip off the camisole nightie and step into the tub before it fills. You lay in the burgeoning depths as it slowly rises over you. Goosebumps rise on your body yet the water offers little warmth for you. Even as it steams up to your shoulders.

You sit forward to twist off the tap and lay back with a sigh. You wet your hands and drag them over your forehead, the water trickling down to dampen the bandage across your nose. You don’t know what you’re doing or what to do. You never really did have much of a plan. Life was always just day to day. Survival.

Your lashes close as dampness lingers on them, fueled by a new flow from within. Your tears trickle out and you sniffle. Your mind wanders to a woman you never knew.

Was this what it was like for her? Confusing? Scary? Or did she love your father? Was he different when it was only her?

How can you even begin to know her when you don’t even know yourself? You are not your mother’s daughter. You are no one��s. You are no one.

You don’t languish long in the tub. You drain it and sit shivering on the toilet lid, wrapped in a thick cotton towel. You stare at your hands and think but you’re empty. You can’t live inside your mind, just like you can’t live inside this room.

You stand up and storm towards the door. You stop short and gulp. You won’t let him lock you up. Not any longer. Maybe your mother was a brave woman and maybe you can be too.

You flip back the lock and pull the door open. The bedroom is empty. He’s gone. You deflate. Just as you found a semblance of courage. 

You cross to the other door. The handle won’t turn. You expect as much, just like you should’ve expected him to leave before he could hear you.

You back up and peer around. Your eyes narrow on the window and you tilt your head. You can go too. 

You rush over to the closet and push the door open. You search through the hanging garments clumsily, hangers whining on the bar. You pull down a plain black blouse and equally simple pants. You dress as you peek over and over at the door. You don’t have shoes but you don’t care. You double up socks and go to the window.

What do you even care about shoes? You don’t have anything.

You hook your fingers into the notches along the bottom of the window and lift. It doesn’t budge. You whimper as your knuckles ache from the effort. You pout at the glass, contemplating the best way to shatter it. Your gaze wanders up to the latch at the top. Oh, it’s locked!

You slide the lock back and try again. It opens. You can barely believe it. A way out, but what comes after. You don’t have to think of that now.

You poke your head out and peek around the green lawn. The birds tweet and the trees sway with the breeze. You stick your arms out next and rest your stomach against the sill. You lift one knee and haul yourself over the ledge, dragging your other leg out awkwardly.

The roof is steep and offers little traction. As you manage to crawl onto the slope, your head spins from the drop just below the eaves. Don’t look down, that’s the first rule right. You search for a safer descent than the vision of yourself plummeting to the ground.

Just along the far side of the house, just at the corner, the ivy lines a faded trellis. You can try to ladder down on that and if not, you’ll turn back and act like nothing happened at all. No, there’s no going back. Just go.

You move carefully, turning to face the house. Your fingers grip beneath the bricks as you place your feet against the shingles, little grip through the socks. That was a bad idea.

As you inch along, flush to the roof, wriggling bit by bit, you hear the low hum of an engine. You don’t think much of it, it’s probably just a passerby. You focus on your own flight. You won’t have a car, just your feet. How far can you get?

The sudden ring of the gate frightens you. You jerk and nearly lose your bearing. You whimper and slide down to the eaves. The metal trough is tenuous as best as you feel your weight testing the bolts. Your heart pounds in your ears.

The bell rings again but you don’t let it faze you again. You’re nearly there, just a little further.

“What on earth–” Loki’s voice makes you flinch. 

The eaves creak and tremble under you as you curl your fingers over the shingles. You glance over fearfully, surprised by your discovery and all too aware of your treacherous escape. Loki’s nostrils flare as he glares out the window at you.

“Get back here! Are you mad, you’re going to get–”

The gate bell once more pierces the air and a sudden crack sounds from behind you. You slip down the shingles with a yelp, grasping at the roof as your feet meet only air. Your catch yourself on the edge, just barely, and whine as you dangle over the grass.

“Gods!” Loki blusters as you hang perilously.

Your heartbeat blocks out the noises all around you. The birds’ songs fade and the rippling leaves quiet. It’s only you and the horrid drop below. Don’t look down, you repeat. You’ve seen the movies, that’s the worst mistake you can make.

“Pet, don’t panic,” Loki clambers down the front steps as he calls to you, “just hang on. I have you, darling.”

You squeak as your arms burn and your fingers throb. You’re not that strong. You don’t think you can hold yourself. You hear him running as a car door shuts. 

“Hello?” Frigga’s voice carries over the lawn, “is everything alr–” She gasps, “oh, dear, what is going on? Loki, let me in.”

“Mother, one thing at a time,” Loki’s voice fades away as you hear him running.

“Oh my,” Frigga remarks, “dear, you just want to hold on. Try not to move too much, you’ll lose your grip.”

You close your eyes and focus on just that. Her advice is little help but you don’t even have the ability to tell her that. You’re terrified and weak. You feel your fingers about to give. You wrestle with your own mind, it would be easier to just let go and let what happens happen.

“Here, here,” Loki hollers as a metal rattle accompanies him.

Your eyes stay sealed as you fear even a glimpse of your ground. You whimper and whine, eyes once more wet and leaking. Something hits the roof not far from you and you hear a strange tempo, steady but harried. A hand closes around your wrist.

“He’s got you, honey,” Frigga shouts from the gate.

You don’t react. Loki grunts and his arm wraps around your back. You let your eyes open just a crack and look over at him. He urges you to him as he leans over the side of a ladder.

“Get your foot here,” he directs you to the rung above his own feet, “come, darling, come, I’ve got you.”

You follow his direction. Your adrenaline swells over and leaves you hollow. He gets you onto the ladder, just in front of him, and he takes a step down. You cling to the rungs as he continues until he’s stood on the grass.

“Go on, I’ve got a hold on the ladder,” he assures you.

You push your foot back and shakily dip it down. You put it on the next step before you dare to move the other. Your descent is slow and shaky. He helps you onto solid ground with his hands on your hips.

As you pull away and face him, you find his expression pinched. You push your lips out and mop up your tears, “I’m sorry, I–”

“Not now, I must deal with my mother first,” he hisses.

You wince and nod, pressing your tight fists to your cheeks. He gives you a long look and he rolls his shoulders. “Straighten yourself up, pet. Do you want her to see you in such a state?”

You shake your head and heave. He spins on his heel and marches away. You swipe away the last of your tears and swallow your sobs. You follow him, jittering as your legs move at a staggered pace. It’s almost as if they aren’t your own.

“Mother, you weren’t invited,” Loki accuses, “and we are not currently receiving guests.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What is going on here? Why was she hanging from the roof like a cat on a clothesline, Loki?”

“It is my concern, I don’t need you sticking your nose in–”

“Don’t speak to me as such, I am your mother,” her tone sharpens as you wobble towards them, “now you let me in, that poor thing must be frightened and you’re not even comforting her.”

“She is not yours to worry about,” he rebuffs.

“Nonsense, you left so fast, you didn’t let us the chance–”

“Go,” he snarls.

“Loki,” you babble as your legs fold, your sight splotchy and off kilter. As you crumble into the gravel he turns. He rushes towards you as you hold yourself up on your hands, slumping over the drive.

“Pet, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” he hooks his arm around you, “you should go inside.”

“Please… I don’t feel good,” you utter.

“Let me in, son,” Frigga demands urgently, “I can help her.”

“Just like you helped her before–”

“You know we had no idea,” she barks, more viciously than you could ever imagine her sounding.

“Loki, please,” you lean into him and tilt your head up, it lolls dangerously on your neck, “please, let her in.”

He considers you, his features drawn but no longer in anger. You see the fear he’s been holding onto. You reach to touch his shoulder and wilt into him.

“Please, I’ll stay,” you sniffle, “if you let her in. I won’t try to run again.”

He sucks in a breath and looks over his shoulder. He huffs and turns back to you. He scoops you off the ground and stands with a grunt.

“Mother, I trust you can wait until I get her somewhere safe?”

“Not long or I shall knock this gate down,” she sneers, “but perhaps I’ll let him take the wheel. Your father won’t hesitate.”

“Father…” Loki echoes.

“Oh, he’s here too, I told him to stay in the car thinking I might talk some sense into you,” she bites out, “imagine if I told him what I’ve walked up upon.”

“Let me get her inside,” Loki says tersely.

He carries you towards the house. You drone and sink into his arms. You don’t know what you were thinking. You don’t know what came over you. You need sleep, your temples are like drums; boom, boom, boom.

“I’m tired,” your murmur.

“I know, pet, I know,” he brings you up the steps and through the front door. As he comes to the stairs, you reach out and grab the banister, latching on with all your strength. He stops.

“Please, don’t,” you bat your eyes and pout at him, a glisten in your vision, “don’t lock me away or I’ll jump next time.”

He waves and his throat tightens, “don’t talk like that.”

“It’s the truth,” you eke out. “I only… I only ever wanted to see the garden, you know?”

He lowers his eyes guiltily and frowns. He backs away from the stairs and instead, carries you into the den. He lays you on the sofa and puts a pillow behind your head. You relax, happy to at least be out of the room. Still, your prison remains.

“We will talk later but first, my parents,” he strokes your forehead before he stands straight.

“I could make tea,” you offer and try to sit up.

“You will not move,” he points a long finger at you, “not one inch. Do you want tea?”

You look at him. Is he really asking? 

“Yes,” you squeak.

He nods, “very well, you will have tea. Stay,” he wags his finger again, “first, I will fetch my mother and father, then tea.”

You try to smile, “thank you.”

“Hm, curse the hour,” he sneers under his breath, “I could do with something a bit stronger.”

He leaves you with that remark, striding out rigidly as his fingers twiddle at his side. You feel the same dread as him about your guest. You’re in no state to receive them, and in less to be reminded of the last time you met.

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