#Power Mold Slide Core Pulling

[zhenjiamoldparts]

Safety in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling Operations

Safety is paramount in any manufacturing process, and Power Mold Slide Core Pulling is no exception. This advanced technique, which involves the use of slides or movable cores within a mold to facilitate the extraction of parts with complex geometries, requires a meticulous approach to ensure that all operations are conducted without compromising the safety of personnel or the integrity of the equipment. The process of Power Mold Slide Core Pulling, while highly effective, can pose certain risks if not managed properly. This article delves into the strategies and practices that can be implemented to guarantee safety throughout the Power Mold Slide Core Pulling process.

One and foremost, it is essential to conduct a thorough risk assessment before initiating any Power Mold Slide Core Pulling operations. This assessment should identify potential hazards associated with the machinery, the materials being used, and the environment in which the process is taking place. By understanding these risks, appropriate safety measures can be developed and implemented.

One of the key aspects of ensuring safety in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling is the proper training of personnel. Operators must be well-versed in the use of the equipment, the materials they are working with, and the specific procedures involved in the process. Regular training sessions and refresher courses can help to keep operators with safety protocols and practices.

The use of personal protective equipment (PPE) is another critical component of safety in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling. This includes safety glasses, gloves, ear protection, and appropriate footwear. Ensuring that all personnel are equipped with the necessary PPE and that it is used correctly can significantly reduce the risk of injury.

In addition to PPE, the physical environment in which Power Mold Slide Core Pulling takes place must be carefully managed. This includes maintaining a clean and organized workspace, ensuring that all tools and equipment are stored safely when not in use, and implementing proper housekeeping practices to prevent accidents.

The machinery used in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling must also be regularly inspected and maintained to ensure that it is in good working order. This includes checking for any signs of wear and tear, ensuring that all moving parts are lubricated, and verifying that all safety features are functioning correctly. Regular maintenance not only helps to prevent accidents but also contributes to the overall efficiency and longevity of the equipment.

Another important aspect of safety in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling is the implementation of a robust safety culture within the organization. This involves fostering a workplace environment where safety is prioritized and where all personnel feel empowered to speak up if they identify any potential hazards or concerns. Encouraging open communication and providing channels for employees to report safety issues can help to create a proactive approach to safety.

Emergency preparedness is also crucial in ensuring safety during Power Mold Slide Core Pulling operations. This includes having clear emergency procedures in place, conducting regular drills to ensure that all personnel are familiar with these procedures, and ensuring that all necessary emergency equipment is readily available and in good working order.

Finally, it is important to continuously monitor and evaluate the safety measures in place for Power Mold Slide Core Pulling. This can be achieved through regular safety audits, which should be conducted by both internal and external experts. These audits can help to identify any areas where improvements can be made and can also serve as a valuable tool for tracking progress over time.

In conclusion, ensuring safety in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling is a multifaceted endeavor that requires a combination of risk assessment, training, proper use of PPE, maintenance of a safe working environment, regular equipment maintenance, fostering a strong safety culture, emergency preparedness, and ongoing monitoring and evaluation. By implementing these strategies, organizations can significantly reduce the risk of accidents and injuries, thereby protecting both their personnel and their investment in Power Mold Slide Core Pulling technology.

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader

WARNINGS — pwp, vampire!riki; biting & blood sucking, reader has telekinesis; some unrealistic fantasies, she cries a little, also going thru “heat” but its not exactly the same thing, masturbating (f. rec), sex toys, pet names, handcuffs, begging, aftercare, reader’s a tease, rik’s a baby in the end.

WORDCOUNT — 2.6K

NOTE — added some poor executed lore i took inspo from no doubt mv. i mixed 3 reqs into this one so i hope it’s okay. . one last post before i may go MIA for the next few weeks~months. lmk if i missed anything in warnings !

It was never like this. Your body felt hot, and the aching need in your core was unbearable. Desperation clawed at you, but your boyfriend wasn’t here to help. “Fuck… why is it so hot?” you whined softly, shifting restlessly on the bed.

The heat in your stomach was growing unbearable, simmering into an inescapable blaze. At first, it was manageable—a faint warmth you could ignore—but now, it felt like an inferno consuming you from within. Every nerve in your body tingled, your skin hypersensitive to the slightest touch. The slick pooling in your panties only added to your frustration, the dampness a constant reminder of your need. You let out a shaky sigh, your body trembling as the heat clawed its way through you, leaving you desperate for relief.

Accepting that the heat simmering in your stomach wasn’t going to fade, you sighed and reached for the box of toys you kept for times like this, floating it to you with ease. You rummaged through the box with urgency, pulling out lube, a vibrator, and a dildo molded in the shape of your boyfriend’s cock. It wasn’t the real thing, but it was all you had—and it would have to do.

As the toys floated near, you stripped off your panties, leaving only your boyfriend’s oversized shirt draped over your frame. The cool air ghosted over your bare skin as you spread your legs, fingers sliding between your folds to spread your slickness around. With a quick squirt of lube onto the dildo, you guided it to your entrance with your powers, teasing yourself as you worked it in slowly.

The dildo stretched your insides perfectly, filling you with a deep sense of relief as it nestled into place. With a subtle flick of your telekinesis, you guided it to move slowly, deliberately, sliding in and out of you in a rhythm that left you breathless.

Grasping the vibrator with trembling hands, you brought it to your clit, anticipation building in your core. The moment it buzzed to life, its pulsing vibrations teased your sensitive flesh while the dildo continued its steady rhythm, filling you over and over. A moan escaped your lips, raw and uninhibited, as your body arched into the overwhelming pleasure, every nerve alight with bliss. Your hips bucked slightly as you lost yourself in the sensation, head tipping back as pleasure coursed through you.

“Fuck… need you so bad, Ki,” you whispered, your breath hitching as your thoughts drifted to him. You imagined the heat of his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his lips trailing over your skin, leaving sparks in their wake. Biting your lip, you let your free hand roam over your body, teasing your sensitive nipples as the vibrator's relentless pulses sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, you didn’t hear the soft creak of the door opening and closing. Riki’s vampiric nature had its advantages—his movements were so swift and silent that even sound refused to follow. Oblivious to his presence, you stayed caught in the rhythm of your need, entirely focused on chasing your release.

Riki slipped into the room, the intoxicating scent of you thick in the air from the moment he entered the apartment. It ignited something primal within him, a hunger that was impossible to ignore. He moved like a shadow, his dark eyes fixed on you as the toy worked between your legs. The thin shirt you wore clung to your skin, barely hiding anything, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. His gaze lingered on the curve of your neck, the sight making his fangs ache with need.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he took in your frustration. It was obvious—you were chasing something only he could truly give.

He crept closer, the bed dipping under his weight and startling you from your haze. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark gaze, and your cheeks burned.

“R-Riki…” you whimpered, reaching for him desperately.

“Shh, I know, angel,” he murmured, his tone soft yet commanding. “Let me take care of you, hmm?” His hand gently caressed your hair as he leaned closer.

“My poor girl, so needy,” he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

But instead of giving you what you truly craved, he took control of the toys, his smirk betraying his intentions. Wrapping his hand around the dildo buried inside you, he moved it with a sudden, relentless pace. You yelped in surprise at the abrupt acceleration, your body jerking from the shock of it. The vibrator slipped from your hand, forgotten, as Riki focused on driving you wild, thrusting the silicone into you with a merciless rhythm.

“Riki… fuck me properly!” you whined, feeling the fake cock pounding into you.

“But I am, no?” he teased, feigning innocence.

“N-no! Hngh… want your cock,” you cried out, even as the toy stretching you filled you so perfectly it was almost maddening.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” he murmured, smirking as he continued his relentless work, thrusting the dildo deeper with unyielding precision. Your hands clung to his, desperate to stop him, but he wasn’t having it. Growing impatient, he shoved the toy even deeper, the tip brushing dangerously close to your cervix.

“Mhm~! Ki!” you moaned, your voice trembling with need. Without warning, he flipped you over, grabbing restraints and binding your wrists behind your back. The cold cuffs dug into your skin as he smirked down at you.

“Stop squirming so much. You wanted to play with toys, so let’s play, hmm?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

Adjusting your position, he raised your ass in the air, exposing you further. He grasped the base of the toy, pulling it back before driving it into you again with deliberate precision. His free hand found the discarded vibrator, switching it on to its highest setting. Without hesitation, he pressed it firmly against your clit, the relentless vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through your trembling body. The sudden jolt of pleasure ripped through you, leaving you screaming into the sheets.

“Fuckk! Please, please, please—‘m sorry… Fuck! Rikiii!” you babbled incoherently, your cries muffled against the bed as your body trembled uncontrollably.

“Hm? What was that, angel? Can’t hear you over all the squelching your pussy’s making,” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement as he drove you further into madness. The relentless rhythm of the toys made you tug at the restraints, your bound hands desperately grasping for something that wasn’t there, leaving you entirely at his mercy.

“Please, please… need you so bad, need your cock, not the toy!” you begged, your voice trembling as your hips instinctively tried to pull away from the relentless vibrations. But he didn’t let you, pressing the vibrator firmly against your clit, keeping you on edge.

“Ngh… fuck!” you cursed, your body trembling uncontrollably. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and the dull, unrelenting ache from the heat pooling in your stomach. “Riki…!” you sobbed, your voice cracking as desperation seeped into your words. “Please, it hurts… I need you!”

Though Riki had been reveling in the sight of you unraveling beneath him, he wasn’t heartless. That broken cry hit him in a way nothing else could, tugging at his heartstrings and snapping him out of his trance. Without hesitation, he stopped the stimulation, his hands moving with steady care as he freed you from the restraints.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he gently flipped you onto your back. His eyes met yours, soft with concern as he brushed away the tears streaking down your cheeks.

“Was it too much?” he asked tenderly, his thumb grazing your skin in comforting strokes.

“Please ‘t hurts… please, just fuck me properly,” you sniffled, pulling him closer, your hands gripping his shirt like a lifeline.

“Okay, angel. ‘M sorry. I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as his arms wrapped protectively around you.

Riki quickly undressed, his hard cock springing free as he stroked it a few times. Aligning himself with your entrance, he pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously. You moaned in relief, your body arching as he filled you completely.

“So good… ah! Please, more,” you begged, your hips instinctively moving against his, desperate for more of the friction only he could give.

“Hmm? Want more?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Mhm, please,” you nodded eagerly, pouting your lips as your eyes locked with his, pleading.

A mischievous glint sparkled in his gaze as he reached for the vibrator again, his lips curving into a smirk. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Without hesitation, he pressed the wand to your clit, the intense vibrations immediately igniting every nerve in your body. The combination of sensations overwhelmed you, your back lifting off the bed as a loud, uncontrollable moan escaped your lips.

“Fuck!” you gasped, your nails raking across his back as the unyielding rhythm of the wand paired with the deep, deliberate thrusts of his cock sent a torrent of pleasure coursing through you, leaving you trembling on the edge of control.

He couldn’t resist the urge to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of your desperation only fueled his own desire, his movements growing more fervent. Your nails raked across his back, sharp enough to leave faint trails, possibly drawing a little blood—but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He was a vampire, after all, and wounds like these would heal in seconds.

Despite his lips muffling your moans, the lewd sounds still filled the room, echoing like a sinful melody that neither of you could escape. Each whimper, each gasp, only spurred him on, his focus entirely consumed by you.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned, watching your body writhed beneath him. “Taking everything so well, just like I knew you would.”

“Mhm, only yours…” you breathed, pulling his face back down into a heated kiss. The intensity was overwhelming—everything felt so hot, so all-consuming, but in the best way possible.

Riki’s lips moved from yours to the curve of your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses as he settled there. He licked the sensitive skin gently before sinking his fangs in, a sharp sensation washing over you as he sucked your blood with slow, deliberate pulls.

“Riki~! Too… much!” you whimpered, your nails raking the back of his neck as pleasure and overstimulation coursed through your trembling body.

“I know you can take it, angel,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough yet tender. “You were so desperate for release earlier… let me give it to you.”

He kissed the fresh marks on your neck, soothing the ache with his tongue before leaning into the other side. His lips latched onto the untouched skin, repeating the same intoxicating bite, drawing another choked moan from your lips.

“So sweet. Are you getting close, angel?” he asked, his voice low and rough as he licked the blood from his lips. His movements grew harder, faster, his hips snapping against yours with relentless force.

“Y-yes…!” you gasped, your words trembling as the pressure in your stomach coiled tighter, ready to snap.

“C’mon, give it to me, baby,” he urged, his tone dripping with need.

With one final thrust, your body gave in, the tension bursting as you cried out, your juices spilling over him, coating his thighs and stomach with a glistening sheen. He didn’t stop, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking with a few deliberate movements before his release followed. His warm cum painted your pussy, mixing with your own.

“Ugh… so pretty,” he murmured, his breath ragged as he lazily slapped his cock against your sensitive folds, making you twitch.

Satisfied but still buzzing from the aftermath, he leaned over, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “You okay, angel?” he asked softly, his voice now laced with care.

You nodded weakly, a small, content smile tugging at your lips. “More than okay,” you whispered softly, your voice laced with lingering satisfaction. The unbearable heat in your stomach had finally subsided, leaving behind a soothing, warm buzz that settled over you like a comforting embrace. Riki smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Good. Let’s clean you up, yeah?” he said, scooping you into his arms effortlessly.

He carried you to the bathroom, his touch gentle, the warmth of his skin grounding you. It didn’t take long for you to clean up and change into something more comfortable, now nestled against Riki’s chest with a contented sigh.

“Sorry about earlier. Was I… doing too much?” Riki murmured, his voice soft as he pressed gentle kisses to your temple, his arms wrapped securely around you.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “It’s fine… I don’t even know what happened. I just felt so hot and bothered, and yeah…” you trailed off, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “It was like my whole body was on fire, and nothing cooled me down—no matter how much I tried.”

Riki’s expression shifted suddenly, his body tensing beneath you. “Wait,” he said, his tone laced with realization.

You blinked, looking up at him curiously. “What?”

“Shit,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I forgot to tell you about that.”

“About what…?” you asked, sitting up slightly, your brows knitting together in confusion.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours nervously. “People who mate with vampires sometimes go through… heat. It’s rare, but it can happen. That’s probably what you were feeling earlier.” He paused, watching your face closely for any sign of distress.

You tilted your head, considering his words. “Hmm… does it happen like the heats animals go through?”

“No, nothing like that,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s more of a one-time thing every few years, and it’s… well, biological. It’s supposed to deepen the bond between partners.” His voice dropped slightly as he added, “And… it’s one of the few times vampires can… you know, have offspring. But only if both partners are experiencing it.”

You hummed thoughtfully, letting the information sink in. Then, with a mischievous smile, you tilted your head. “Okay, good. Although…” You paused, your eyes gleaming with playful intent. “I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

Riki’s eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his own breath. “What?”

You giggled, thoroughly amused by his reaction. “I mean it. I liked what you were doing—teasing me, edging me. Now that I know why I felt that way, it all makes sense. It was just overwhelming because I didn’t understand it at the time. Either way, I wouldn’t mind experiencing it again, even if I’m not in that ‘heat’ anymore. You can still do it to me tomorrow if you want.”

His face flushed a deep crimson, and he stared at you in disbelief. “You’re insane,” he muttered, clearly flustered. You laughed softly, leaning back against his chest.

“What? You’re the one who said it’s a bonding thing. I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind bonding a little more,” you teased, your tone light and airy.

Riki groaned, burying his face in his hands as if to shield himself from your relentless teasing. “You’re gonna be the death of me, angel.”

“But you love me either way,” you said matter-of-factly, pulling his hands away from his face to leave a soft peck on his lips.

With a satisfied smile, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of his arms around you and the soothing rhythm lulled you into a state of perfect contentment. Whatever the future held, you knew you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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[prettyfilmz]

QUALITY TIME • ROMAN REIGNS

author’s note: we're here with the third installment of the love language series with none other than our OTC roman reigns!! this piece definitely takes a more sensual turn than my previous two but it fits tbh I think y'all will love it. we have two more parts left of this series, up next is something special!!😝

plot: after a long awaited return from being on the road, you and roman spend some much needed quality time together after putting the kids to bed.

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), porn w/smidge of plot, reader is black, soft dom! roman reigns x sub! fem reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, oral (both receiving), riding, slight hair pulling, creampie, small aftercare at the end.

word count: 1.2k words

the soft glow of the bedroom lamp cast a soothing warmth in the master bedroom, where you lay, your dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. you were anxiously awaiting for some alone time with your husband, whose 3 month absence had left a void in your large home. now, with your twin daughters tucked in, you finally had him to yourself after a day full of family activities. roman had read them eight bedtime stories, each at their pleading request, before slipping away and entering your shared room, his powerful presence claiming the room like he was still in character.

with a tired yet irresistible smile, roman closed the door behind him, his gaze lingering on you as he joined you in bed. “finally, I get my time with you,” he murmured, his deep, velvet voice laced with tenderness. “I’ve missed you.”

you could feel your pulse quicken as he pulled you into his arms, encasing you in his body warmth and the scent of santal and cardamom from his cologne.“I’ve missed you too, ro,” you whispered sincerely. “It’s been too quiet without you, aside from the girls.”

as roman leaned in, his lips met yours in a hungry kiss which sent shivers down your spine. your bodies gravitated toward each other like magnets, the dry spell from his absence finally coming to an end. his large hands gently cradled your face as he lowered you onto the pillows, his weight held you still as he hovered over you, kissing a path down your sensitive neck, savoring every inch of your soft sepia skin.

“you’re so damn beautiful, mama,” he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against your collarbone, inhaling the vanilla perfume you wore just for him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone... I would've came home sooner just to do this.”

a soft moan escaped your glossed lips, fingers threading through his long hair as you surrendered to his touch. “well…you’re here now,” you breathed, your voice shaky. “It’s just you and me, baby. let’s make up for lost time, hm?”

roman’s dark eyes glinted with lust as he ventured lower, his kisses trailing down to your generous curves. with delicate care, he pulled down the straps of your silk nightgown, exposing your breasts. he didn’t waste any time, his mouth closing around your taut brown nipple, his tongue swirling with small flicks.

“oh, fuck,” you gasped, arching into his touch as pleasure coursed through you. his hands molded to your breasts, teasing them while his mouth gave attention on your hardened peaks, pulling moans from deep within you.

“mhm, get comfortable, baby,” he purred as he descended further, his hands guiding your deliciously thick thighs apart. “I ain’t close to being done with you.”

your breath hitched as his warm breath ghosted over your glistening core. he didn’t tease for long like he usually did, his tongue skillfully flicking over your swollen clit, swirling and tasting you as if he were starved. his fingers joined the rhythm, sliding inside your tightness, drawing out sweet, breathy moans as he played your body like a fine instrument.

“right there,” you cried out, your fingers gripping his long hair as waves of pleasure crashed over you. “I’m gonna… cum.”

he chuckled darkly, the vibrations sending you even closer to the edge. “cum for me, baby. make a mess on daddy’s face.”

that was all you needed to hear. your body trembled violently as your orgasm ripped through you, your thighs clenching around his head, your cries echoing in the room. roman didn’t stop until you were quivering, your body spent, his tongue lapping up every drop of your sweet release.

when he finally pulled away, he climbed up your body, his lips brushing against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “almost forgot how sweet you taste,” he whispered, humming with satisfaction.

you smiled devilishly, fingers tracing the intricate tribal ink on his chest. “and I almost forgot how good you taste.” you purred, sinking down his lower body.

your fingers slid down his abs, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his thick, eight inch piece of flesh that ached for you. without hesitation, you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly. his breath hitched, and he groaned, tangling his hands in your curls as your lips enveloped around the brown tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum as you drew him into the warmth of your mouth.

“shit, baby,” roman moaned, his grip tightening around your thick coils as you worked him down your throat. “that’s my good girl…suck it just like that.”

you peered up at him through your thick lashes, your brown eyes full of mischief and as you took him deeper in your throat, gagging around him as your hand began stroking in time with your mouth. his body tensed, the pleasure building in every thrust of his hips as you took him closer to the edge.

just when you thought you had him where you wanted him, roman tugged you off him, his eyes glazed with lust. “there’s only one place I wanna cum pretty girl,” he growled, pulling you onto his lap, your body straddling on top of his.

with one smooth motion, he lined up his cock—heavily coated with your saliva—to your throbbing entrance and thrusts into you, filling and stretching you completely, a gasp escaping both your lips at the perfect fit. roman’s hands gripped your ass, guiding you as you bounced on him, your bodies moving in sync. his lips found your neck again, whispering against your heated skin, “you riding me so good, baby. she’s just gripping on daddy huh? take that dick honey, it’s all yours.”

you mewled in response, your pussy tightening around him as he caressed all the right spots, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. “ugnh fuck…need….more,” you pleaded breathlessly.

roman obliged and began to thrust up into you, his pace relentless, his hips snapping against yours with powerful, deliberate thrusts. his body worshipped yours like the moon casting it’s light over the ocean, rising and falling in sync with your movements. you felt yourself spiraling closer to your orgasm again, your breath catching as he brought you right to the brink.

“please,” you cried out, your voice barely a whisper as your climax approaching. “please don’t stop I’m gonna cum.”

roman’s grip tightened as he thrust deeper, on the brink of his own release. “cum with me, mama,” he encouraged, voice shaky with need. “be my good girl and make a mess with daddy”

your body shattered into pleasure, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm gushed on both of your thighs, your high pitched moans echoing in the room. roman soon followed, spilling his thick warm into you with a deep groan, his body slightly trembling as he buried himself inside you one final time.

breathing heavily, you collapsed into his arms, your bodies still intertwined as the aftershocks of your rendezvous lingered. roman’s lips brushed your forehead, his voice now soft and full of affection. “I love you, beautiful. you are my everything, y’know.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, stroking his beard with your fingers as you both drifted into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.

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[pinkslipxox]

Bathroom Secrets

Summary: Miko eats you out in the bathroom 🤭

Warnings: fluff, smut 😉

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The late afternoon sun streams the windows, casting a warm glow over you as you sit diligently at your desk, fully immersed in the lecture. Sweet and demure, you often caught the eye of your peers, but your heart belongs to someone who is the exact opposite of you—your girlfriend, Miko, the cool and confident rapper of the college, always exuding an aura of rebellious charm and wit wherever she goes. Despite your differences, you and Miko complete each other in a way that only the two of you could understand— you keep Miko grounded; Miko keeps you on your toes.

Just as you’re about to raise your hand with a question, your phone buzzes discreetly on your desk. Your heart races when she see Miko's name flashing on the screen. A simple text that reads, “Meet me in the bathroom on the first floor. Ahora,” makes your cheeks flush with excitement and nerves.

Biting your lip, you quickly glance around the room to ensure no one is watching and you slip out of your seat. With every step, your heart pounds louder, thoughts racing through your mind of what Miko has in store for you. Once in the bathroom, you find Miko leaning against the wall, her tattoos and confident demeanor making her look effortlessly stunning. The moment your eyes meet hers, a spark ignites deep inside you, and the smirk that Miko gives you sends shivers down your spine.

“Miko? What’s going on?” you ask, stepping inside and glancing around the cramped bathroom.

“Just… come here,” Miko replies, her voice low and sultry. Before you can say anything else, Miko pulls you in, her beautifully tattooed hands on your hips, her lips capturing yours in a teasing yet tender kiss. The kiss deepens, and you melt against her, surrendering to the rush of emotions. Miko's touch becomes bolder, and you moan against her mouth as a delightful warmth travels within your body.

Without breaking the kiss, Miko guides you inside a bathroom stall, and as soon as it is locked shut, you are pressed up against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. Your breath hitches as Miko’s lips kiss down your neck, your eyes fluttering closed, your hands tangling instinctively on Miko’s blonde hair as she molds her lips against yours again. Pulling back, you gaze into Miko’s eyes, an intoxicating mix of adoration and wild desire.

Slowly, Miko gets on her knees, her burning gaze never leaving yours. With your permission, she slides your panties down, then hooks your leg over her shoulder. You gasp as Miko’s lips kiss along your thigh, your hand gripping the wall for support as she gets closer and closer to where you need her the most.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, pequeña,” she whispers against your waist, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Heart pounding, you can only nod, unable to find your voice, both excited and desperate for Miko’s touch.

A soft moan escapes your lips at the moment you feel your girlfriend’s warm tongue on your aching core, each swirl of Miko’s skillful tongue sending electric shocks throughout your body. You grip the back of Miko’s neck, coaxing her deeper into your pussy, and you toss your head back in pleasure as she switches between licking and sucking gently on your clit. God, you love her power over you.

“Dios, you taste so sweet,” Miko murmurs, her voice a soft growl, and you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“Miko, please… don’t stop,” you beg, your voice soft yet desperate as you feel waves of bliss wash over you.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching outside makes the two of you freeze. The door creaks open and you swear your heart is about to beat out of your chance when you see the figure stop in front of the sink through the small crack of the bathroom stall. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you glance down at Miko, who looks up at you with a mischievous smirk and a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes.

“Quiet, mi amor,” she urges, pressing soft kisses along your thighs as if to distract you

and reassure you that everything will be okay. Panic flutters in your chest, but the thrill of getting caught sparks something in you.

You feel the adrenaline spike, pushing your instincts into overdrive. With a soft growl of desire, you bring Miko back to your pussy, your body surging forward with a newfound ferocity. As Miko continues to pleasure you, you find yourself becoming more and more feral, despite the risk of being discovered.

To your relief, whoever entered the bathroom exits, and it is right in that moment that you allow yourself to become vocal again.

“Miko, oh my god,” you pant, tilting your head back against the wall, completely lost in the rush of sensations. You instinctively begin to rock your hips, Miko’s tongue touching you in all the right places, driving you closer to the sweet release that you crave.

Miko continues to take her time, every movement deliberate and teasing, making you feel adored and cherished in this wild whirlwind of passion. Her tattooed arms hold you in place, tightly, protectively, as you come undone. Time becomes meaningless. All you can breath, think, and feel is your girlfriend. When you finish, Miko gently wraps her arms around you, her lips peppering kisses along your neck, making you sigh in bliss. After a few moments, Miko pulls back to look at you, her eyes glowing with affection.

“You okay, pequeña?” she asks softly, brushing strands of hair away from your face, pride evident in her voice. You’re so beautiful like this.”

You smile breathlessly, your heart racing not just from the lingering ecstasy but from the way Miko makes you feel so treasured. “I’m more than okay,” you whisper, leaning in for one more kiss, savoring the sweet, intoxicating mix of danger and love.

“I could do this forever, you know,” Miko teases softly, her lips brushing over yours.

“Me too,” you hum with sincerity.

Miko chuckles softly, her fingers tracing your collarbone. “Then let’s not wait too long for round two, okay?”

“Deal,” you giggle and steal another kiss from your girlfriend.

In the small bathroom, you feel like you and Miko are the only two people in the world. It’s during these chaotic moments, that you feel safe and cherished, knowing that Miko’s heart beats only for you. A love filled with heat and passion, and an unbreakable bond that transcends your differences.

[asiantransformations]

The Reliable Father Bod

In the softly lit dressing room of the Target store, you stare into the mirror, watching as the body you’ve just stepped into reflects back at you. The change happened so suddenly, as if you’d been sucked into his form, and now you feel every inch of him—broad, muscular, and powerfully built. This body isn’t just strong; it radiates the energy of a man in his prime. A father, no doubt, but not one who has let himself go. Instead, this man has the perfect “dad bod”—a solid core, broad chest, defined arms, and just enough thickness to feel grounded.

Your gaze is drawn to the intricate full sleeve tattoo that wraps around his left arm. It’s a stunning work of art, a blend of swirling tribal patterns, fierce animals, and meaningful symbols that tell a story of strength and resilience. Each detail seems alive, moving with the muscle as he flexes. The ink is dark, contrasting against his Asian skin, giving him an air of ruggedness and rebellion, yet also an undeniable depth—each mark a testament to experiences and battles fought. You feel an instant connection to it, as if the tattoo is not just decoration but a part of the legacy you now inhabit.

As you stretch, the cotton of his shirt pulls tight against his chest, hugging his body in a way that draws attention to his size and masculinity. But you know you can enhance this form. With a swift decision, you head out of the dressing room and make your way to the men’s clothing section.

You quickly spot a sleek black shirt, the fabric soft yet form-fitting, perfectly accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular build. You can already envision how it will look against the full sleeve tattoo—how the dark color will make the ink pop, giving him an even more striking appearance. You grab it without hesitation, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of transforming his look.

After purchasing the shirt, you slip back into the dressing room, feeling a spark of anticipation. The change is exhilarating. As you peel off his old shirt, you revel in the feeling of this strong body, the firm muscles flexing with every motion. You pull the black shirt over his head, feeling the fabric stretch and mold around his torso, clinging perfectly to his physique. The full arm sleeve in all its glory is showcased, allowing it to revel out like a badge of honor. The way the shirt hugs his arms and chest makes you feel empowered, almost invincible.

As you admire your reflection, the sleek black shirt contrasts beautifully with his ink, adding an edge to the rugged charm of this dad bod. The fitted look draws attention to his virility, enhancing the aura of confidence that radiates from within. You can’t help but smile as you flex your arms, appreciating how this new style aligns with your own aesthetic—masculine, strong, and undeniably appealing.

You glance once more at the reflection in the mirror, appreciating the solid, commanding figure. There’s an undeniable sense of control, of purpose that comes with this body—a body that knows its strength, knows its power. The tattoo spirals down his arm, symbolizing a journey, perhaps of fatherhood, courage, or love, and it feels like a call to action. As you leave the dressing room, his stride becomes your own, the confidence in this transformation fueling your every step. The knowledge that you now inhabit this form sends a thrill through you. Strong. Masculine. And undeniably horny.

As you walk out of the dressing room, the sensation of power in every stride feels intoxicating. The bulk of his muscular dad bod fills every step with purpose and dominance. You can feel the hungry eyes of others briefly glancing your way, captivated by the raw masculinity radiating from this body. A smirk creeps onto your face as you realize the full extent of your influence now.

Sliding into a corner booth at a nearby café, you pull out his phone. The screen flickers on, showing a mundane collection of apps—social media, messages, work emails. But it’s time for something different. You scroll through the app store, and with the effortless tap of a finger, you download Grindr. The thrill of this moment pulses through you, knowing that this body—a symbol of raw, unfiltered strength and masculine energy—is about to step into a new domain.

As the app finishes installing, you open it, feeling the familiar rush of excitement. You set up his profile with deliberate care, showcasing his thick arms, broad chest, and dashing, rugged features. You can feel the weight of his virility as you compose a bio that conveys dominance and confidence without saying too much—just enough to attract the perfect guys who crave the powerful presence he exudes.

Messages begin rolling in almost instantly. Guys of all types—athletic, younger, lean, muscular—can’t help but be drawn to this man who embodies the ideal mix of rugged good looks and seasoned strength. The attention makes your pulse quicken, the command of this body only heightening the thrill. The power dynamic is clear: they want you, and you control the outcome. You feel the surge of dominance, not just over your own body but over the desires of others, and it feels like pure electricity running through your veins.

As you swipe through profiles, you know exactly what you want. Strong, handsome guys who would appreciate not only the size and prowess of this body but its commanding presence. A primal satisfaction blooms within you—the idea of shaping their experience, guiding their desire, all while knowing you have the physicality to back it up.

You settle on a few who catch your eye, sending messages that are direct and assertive, confident they’ll respond eagerly. As they do, the night stretches ahead of you, filled with endless possibilities. You stand up, feeling the comfortable weight of his dad sneakers on your feet and the strength in his muscles. This body, this life, now fully yours to command—virile, potent, and ready to take whatever you desire.

With a final glance at your reflection in the café’s window, you can’t help but smile. You are in complete control, fully aware of the magnetic pull you now have. The night belongs to you, and so does the thrill of the hunt. You message your wife that you will be out with the boys. Family can wait and grindr is just the beginning.

[aquagirl1978]

Disarm - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Day 16 - Pegging and “You let out such beautiful sounds when I touch you here.” and “Feel it. You did this to me.”

Word Count: 1268

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; femdom; anal fingering; pegging; begging; guided touching; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)

Gilbert cupped your cheeks and kissed you, sucking every ounce of your being into his kiss.

“You satisfied my curiosity earlier. What can I do to repay the favor?”

Heat rose to your cheeks; a part of you thought you would never understand this man’s concept of kindness. It's now or never, you told yourself. Taking a deep gulp, you looked him straight in the eye. 

“Well, there is one thing I had always wanted to try.”

****

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice softer and lower than usual, almost unrecognizable to your ears.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, your body warmed at what you saw. Gilbert was standing behind you, your body completely bare save for the realistic cock strapped between your legs. He had one hand covering one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly; his other hand cupped the ball sac that dangled between your legs. 

You had to admit, you'd never looked hotter. Seeing yourself wearing a strapon, its shaft firm and erect, nearly reaching your belly button, filled you with such a sense of power and excitement. 

When you had told him earlier that you wanted to fuck him, the last thing you had expected him to say was that he had a strapon – one made especially  for you and that he was waiting for this very day when you would ask him this precise question. When you unwrapped the box he presented to you and discovered a series of black leather straps, your core dripped with arousal as you pulled the item from the box.

"It's huge.." you whispered, your eyes wide in awe of its size.

"I molded it after my own," he whispered back, his voice filled with pride. He wasted no time stripping you; once bare, he carefully strapped the cock between your legs, gently tightening each strap. 

"Close your eyes," he asked. Doing as he said, he took your hand in his as he guided you to a full length mirror. 

Standing behind you, he whispered for you to now open your eyes. "You've never looked more beautiful," he admired, his voice soft, his smile tender.

You couldn't stop staring at your reflection in the mirror, or rather the cock strapped between your legs. Heat flooded your core just by looking at it, your heart racing with anticipation. 

Gilbert wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled you into a deep kiss. "Are you ready to fuck me?"

You nodded; you had never been more ready for anything in your life.

He broke away from you, disrobing in a subtle striptease as he approached the bed. Bare naked, his back to you, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees, ass high in the air.

He tilted his pretty face towards you. “I'm ready,” he teased, disarming you with his smile.

Your legs turned weak as you made your way to him, your fake cock bouncing against your stomach with each step. Climbing onto the bed, you positioned yourself behind him, your hands gravitating towards his ass. 

Cupping each cheek in your palms, you massaged his skin gently, allowing the reality of this moment to fully sink in. Power surged through your body as you spread his cheeks, his puckered hole visible. 

“Use this,” he said, passing you a small, glass bottle. “Be generous. Better too much than too little.”

Holding the bottle for a moment, you opened it and spread some of the cool, thick contents onto your fingers.  Sliding the liquid liberally along his crack, you spread some more on your fingers before sliding one finger into his hole.

“How's that feel?” you asked, your voice shaky, when you noticed him flinch slightly when you first inserted your finger.

“It's cool, but it feels good.” He pushed his hips back against your hand signaling he was comfortable with you continuing. With his consent, you began to thrust your finger inside his hole, keeping your pace slow to ease him to your movements.

“Slide another one in,” he begged, his voice ragged, pathetic like a wet dog.

Now more confident, you slid another one in, feeling his walls clench you slightly. Increasing your pace, you enjoyed the soft noises he made as you scissored your fingers, preparing him for the size of your cock. 

When two fingers slid in easily, you increased it to three; Gilbert’s groans and grunts filled the air, soft sounds falling from his lips each time you plunged your fingers deep inside him. 

“That's enough,” he barely breathed out, his upper body collapsing onto the bed, his head falling onto the pillow he placed there earlier. You pulled your fingers out with a loud plop. Spreading more liquid around his hole, you pushed some inside him with your fingers, before coating your cock until it glistened in the moonlight.

Slick and shiny with lube, you positioned the tip of your cock at his entrance and began to push. You slid in slowly, allowing him time to adjust to the cock inside his hold; once you pushed through the tight ring of muscle, it was easy to slide all the way inside. Pleased you prepared him so well, it took just a few hard thrusts until your balls smacked his ass, the slapping sound against his skin satisfying.

Intoxicated with an overwhelming sense of excitement mixed with love, you gripped his hips, your fingers digging into his sweet skin, ready to pound your way through his tight little ass. Wanting to make this last, you exerted every ounce of control, ensuring that your initial thrusts were slow and deliberate. 

You dragged your cock out until only the tip remained inside, and then slowly – painfully slowly – you pushed back in. And with each push inside came a soft and delicious groan from Gilbert.

You waited until those beautiful groans grew into begs – begging for you to go harder, to go faster, to go rougher. 

Tugging on his hair, you were ready to make him yours.

You pulled your hips slowly back, withdrawing the cock until only the tip remained, and then forcefully snapped your hips back, ramming your cock inside, burying yourself balls deep inside his ass. 

Not waiting for him to recover from the force, you pulled out again, impaling him again on your cock, setting a brutal pace. As your pace increased, Gilbert’s groans grew louder.

Your hips jerked as he shifted his body, his hand reaching for yours. He wrapped your fingers around his cock, his shaft stiff and erect.

“Feel it. You did this to me.”

You gave his shaft a few quick squeezes before moving your hand to cup his balls, enjoying the strangled sound he made.

“You let out such beautiful sounds when I touch you here.” You continued to play with his balls as you resumed your thrusts. When his body began to tense and tremble, you held his cock, your hand coaxing his climax. Gilbert moaned your name as waves of white spilled onto the sheet, onto your hand, and onto his stomach. 

Waiting until his body relaxed, you removed your cock from his hole, your hand gently stroking his back, inviting him to roll over onto the bed. After you removed your harness and the soiled sheets, you returned to the bed, your body crawling into Gilbert’s opened arms.

“I love you, little rabbit.” He pulled you tight against his chest, close to his heart, where he liked you best.

You pressed your face against his chest, pecking a gentle kiss above his heart. “I love you, too, babygirl.”

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[aajjks]

Y/N watches him unravel beneath her touch, his breath hitching at every slow, deliberate movement she makes. His groan vibrates against her throat, and she tilts her head back slightly, granting him more access. The sharp sting makes her moan and she pulls her legs higher, giving him more space.

She exhales a breathy laugh, dragging her lips along his jaw before whispering, “You’re already falling apart, Jungkook.” Her voice is honeyed temptation, the kind that lingers, sticks, refuses to let go.

Her fingers trail lower, nails scraping lightly down his spine before settling on his hips, guiding his movements. She wants to feel every inch of him inside her, every movement, the way their bodies fit together like the perfect puzzle.

The pressure builds with every movement, pleasure rippling through her in waves, a perfect mix of pain and euphoria. Each snap of his hips forces a moan from her lips, her body arching, chasing every ounce of friction he gives. 

His pace stutters, as if he’s right on the edge, but she doesn’t let him tip over just yet. Instead, she stills his hips with a firm grip and meets his dazed gaze, pupils blown wide with need. A smirk tugs at her lips as she reaches for his hands, guiding them up—past her collarbone, past the delicate line of her throat—until his fingers rest lightly against the sides of her neck.

“Not yet, baby,” she murmurs, voice thick with something wicked. She watches his throat bob, his breath shuddering as he realizes what she’s asking for. Her lashes flutter, a challenge burning in her gaze.

“You need to ruin me first.”

The words are a command and a plea, a demand for something deeper, for him to give in just as much as she has. Her hands stay over his, pressing, urging, waiting for him to take what she’s offering.

🦖

hello cutie

You are fucking cruel.

You’re everywhere.

Wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, unraveling him piece by piece until he’s nothing but raw need.

His breath is ragged, spilling over your skin as his lips drag along your throat, his teeth catching for just a second—just enough to make you tremble beneath him.

The way you react, the way your body responds to every little thing he does, it ruins him.

His hands are desperate, gripping, sliding over sweat-slick skin, trying to hold on to something—anything—but it’s useless. You’ve already taken him apart.

Every roll of your hips sends him spiraling, every quiet moan punches the air from his lungs. His rhythm falters, the pleasure winding so tight in his core he can barely breathe.

You shift beneath him, pulling him closer, drawing him deeper, and fuck—he groans, his forehead pressing against yours, his body shuddering from the sheer intensity of it.

His fingers dig into your waist, trying to slow himself down, trying to hold back, but you don’t let him.

You guide him, your nails scraping down his back, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

His body is fire, burning with every thrust, every sound you make, every way you mold yourself to him.

He’s never felt anything like this—like he’s losing himself, like he’s on the edge of something devastatingly good, and he doesn’t even care if he falls.

And then—you still him. Stop him. His breath catches, his entire body trembling with the effort of restraint.

He doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to understand, because he needs this—needs you—but then your hands are on his, sliding them up, guiding them over your body until his fingers rest at the curve of your throat.

His heart slams against his ribs. His breath is wrecked. His control snaps.

A low, guttural groan rumbles in his chest as his grip tightens just enough to feel the way you swallow beneath his fingers.

“fucking- AHG.”

His entire body aches with it—with the power of it, with the way you shudder, the way you surrender.

His hips snap forward, rougher this time, chasing that perfect friction, chasing the way you arch beneath him, desperate, needy, perfect.

And he gives in. Completely.

[nageltrailerrepair]

How to Extend the Life of Your Travel Trailer Slide-Out

Travel trailers with slide-outs provide extra space and comfort, making them a popular choice among travelers. However, slide-outs require regular maintenance to ensure their longevity and smooth operation.

Neglecting proper care can lead to costly repairs and inconvenient breakdowns while on the road. This guide will explore the best practices to extend the life of your travel trailer slide-out, helping you avoid unnecessary expenses and ensure a hassle-free travel experience.

Understanding How Slide-Outs Work:

Before diving into maintenance tips, it is essential to understand how slide-outs function. These extensions operate using a system of electric motors, hydraulic pumps, and mechanical components that push or pull the slide in and out.

Depending on your trailer model, the slide-out mechanism may include gear-driven, rack and pinion, hydraulic, or cable-driven systems. Each of these mechanisms requires different levels of care, but the core maintenance principles remain the same.

Regular Cleaning and Lubrication:

Dirt, dust, and debris can accumulate in the slide-out rails and seals, leading to operational issues. Regular cleaning is crucial to keep your slide-out running smoothly.

Start by wiping down the slide-out tracks and removing any visible dirt or grime. Use a soft brush or compressed air to clear out hard-to-reach areas. After cleaning, apply a high-quality slide-out lubricant to the rails and gears. This reduces friction, prevents rust, and enhances the movement of the slide-out. Silicone-based lubricants are generally recommended, as they do not attract dirt and provide long-lasting protection.

Additionally, lubricating the seals around the slide-out is equally important. The rubber seals help keep moisture and dust from entering your trailer. Use a rubber seal conditioner to maintain their flexibility and prevent cracks or leaks.

Inspecting and Sealing Gaps:

Over time, slide-out seals may wear down or become loose, leading to potential leaks. Water intrusion can cause extensive damage to your trailer’s interior and lead to mold and mildew growth. Regularly inspect the seals for any signs of cracks or deterioration. If you notice gaps or damage, apply a high-quality sealant to reinforce the affected areas.

Many RV owners in need of 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan services often report water damage due to neglected slide-out seals. Taking preventive measures by sealing gaps early can save you from expensive repairs in the long run.

Checking the Alignment and Mechanisms:

A misaligned slide-out can cause uneven wear on the mechanism and put extra strain on the motor. To prevent this, ensure that your travel trailer is on a level surface before operating the slide-out. Uneven ground can lead to misalignment and affect the smooth extension and retraction of the slide.

Regularly inspect the gears, cables, and hydraulic systems for any signs of wear. If you hear unusual noises or experience resistance while extending the slide, it may indicate an issue with the mechanism. Seeking professional 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan services can help diagnose and fix alignment problems before they escalate.

Battery and Power System Maintenance:

Most slide-out systems rely on a 12-volt battery or shore power for operation. A weak or failing battery can result in sluggish performance and potential breakdowns.

Ensure your RV battery is in good condition by checking its charge level regularly. Clean the battery terminals to prevent corrosion, and replace the battery if it shows signs of deterioration. If your travel trailer’s slide-out is hydraulically operated, inspect the hydraulic fluid level and refill it if necessary.

Having a reliable power source is crucial for the smooth functioning of the slide-out system. Many travelers turn to 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan specialists for electrical diagnostics and repairs when experiencing power-related issues.

Avoiding Overloading the Slide-Out:

Slide-outs are designed to support a specific weight limit. Exceeding this limit can strain the motor, gears, and frame, leading to premature failure. Be mindful of how much weight you place inside the slide-out area, especially if you have heavy furniture or appliances installed.

Distribute weight evenly throughout your travel trailer to prevent unnecessary stress on the slide-out. If you are unsure about weight distribution, consider consulting an expert in 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan for guidance.

Extending and Retracting the Slide-Out Properly:

Proper operation of the slide-out can significantly impact its longevity. Always ensure your trailer is level before extending the slide. A tilted trailer can cause uneven pressure on the slide-out mechanism, leading to premature wear.

When retracting the slide, remove any obstructions from the pathway and check for objects that may interfere with smooth movement. If the slide-out gets stuck, avoid forcing it, as this can damage the gears. Instead, inspect the system for any underlying issues and seek professional help if necessary. Many travelers experiencing slide-out malfunctions turn to 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan services for reliable repairs.

Weather Protection and Seasonal Storage:

Exposure to harsh weather conditions can deteriorate slide-out components over time. Prolonged sun exposure can dry out rubber seals, while extreme cold temperatures may cause them to crack.

When storing your travel trailer for an extended period, keep the slide-out retracted to protect it from the elements. If you must store it with the slide extended, use slide-out covers to shield it from rain, snow, and debris. Many RV owners rely on 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan professionals for winterization and seasonal maintenance services.

Scheduling Routine Inspections:

Routine inspections by a professional RV technician can help detect potential issues early. A trained expert can assess the slide-out system, check for wear and tear, and recommend necessary repairs.

Many RV repair centers specializing in 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan offer comprehensive slide-out maintenance services. Investing in regular inspections can prevent costly breakdowns and ensure that your slide-out functions optimally for years to come.

Conclusion:

Proper maintenance and care are essential for extending the life of your travel trailer slide-out. Regular cleaning, lubrication, and sealing gaps can prevent damage and costly repairs. Keeping the slide-out aligned, maintaining the power system, and avoiding excess weight can significantly improve its lifespan.

Additionally, following proper operating procedures, protecting the slide-out from harsh weather, and scheduling routine inspections ensure long-term reliability. Many RV owners seek 5th Wheel Trailer Repair Michigan services for expert assistance with slide-out maintenance and repairs.

By taking proactive measures, you can enjoy a hassle-free travel experience and preserve the functionality of your travel trailer for years to come.

[busbarmachine001]

What are the functions of the hydraulic bus bending machine (Hubei Full Automatic CNC Busbar Machine Manufacturer)

After finishing the strengths, let's talk about the "short" industry in the development of the busbar industry in the process of development in the process of development. "Short" lacks the trust of users. Users who have a certain winding requirement generally choose to import the brand of imported brands.

In order to ensure the size of the cabinet, each component is often stepped into step -by -step combination. Generally, two or left and right sides are formed first, and then the cabinet is formed, or the shape requirements are met before connecting the internal support of the cabinet. The length of the parts of each edge of the cabinet must be correct (negative value) to ensure the geometric size in all aspects, thereby ensuring the overall shape requirements. For the sides of the cabinet, there must be no bulge in the middle due to considering arrangement needs. What are the functions of the hydraulic bus bending machine?

The three processing units: rinse, cutting, and folding are controlled by three pumping stations, respectively, and the three processing units can be operated at the same time. The workbench adopts the dual workbench structure, and the work will not affect each other.

What are the functions of the hydraulic busbar bending machine. First of all, when you start work, you must carefully check the workbench, line line guide rail, and the main sliding surfaces. If there are obstacles, tools, impurities, etc. There are new pulling, research, and bumps of mobile institutions. If there should be a notification of the equipment staff to check the analysis of the analysis, and make a record, check the safety protection, power supply, restrictions and other devices should be complete, check the electrical distribution The electric box should be closed firmly, the electrical grounding is good, and the attachment of the equipment is good

Core tips: This machine mainly processes the copper and aluminum parent lines of various specifications. As long as the user selects the corresponding processing unit, you can perform the rushing/shear/folding processing of the bus. High production efficiency is an ideal equipment for the manufacturing industry of high and low -voltage appliances. No need to replace the punch mold. main feature

The above is the main axis torque and load of the parent line machine compiled by the transformer parent line. I hope everyone can understand it. If we are interested in the installation and fixing methods of large -scale homeline machining machines before, check our news dynamics at any time, and we will often update it. What are the functions of the hydraulic bus bending machine?

When developing in the market, we must adhere to this principle and requirements, which is the manifestation of truly based on customer needs. As the current application needs of many industries, the choice of parent machine products is often carried out on high speed and intelligence as the main core. In the process of technological progress in the future, these two requirements also exist for a long time.

[twstedstoryshop]

Ah a new author for the Twisted Wonderland fandom, welcome! Perhaps I could request some General Yandere HCs for members: Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, & Lilia Vanrouge? I love Yandere content, and while I would certainly never want it to occur in real life, in fantasy I find that it’s a fun topic for those who enjoy a bit of horror to explore

Oh yes, that's why I too really like yandere things. Horror is one of my favorite genres along with romance so seeing the two intermingle is very interesting to observe. Of course, we never want those horrors to happen in real life, but it's always fun to imagine! -Shopkeep

WARNING! The following contains unhealthy character behavior and horror themes. If this disturbs you, please DO NOT READ.

General yandere headcanons with Vil, Malleus, and Lilia.

I’ve often seen yandere Vil often characterized as forcibly molding you into his perfect image of beauty, but that didn’t sit right with me personally.

I feel like Vil, when he becomes obsessed, already sees you as an epitome of grace and beauty. Even if maybe outward appearances aren’t your number 1 priority, he can see this certain light to you that he wants to always behold.

THE Vil Schoenheit, the man so bent on not cutting corners, would make excuses for you. You wanna stay indoors? Wanna eat junk food? Don’t care about straightening your appearance? That’s fine! As long as you keep showing him that gorgeous smile of yours and keep your attention all on him.

When he grows sick with love, he’d do the impossible and get even more strict with his beauty regimen. He needs to be unparalleled in order to always draw your eye. He’d even dress himself in your favorite colors or styles to impress you.

As an actor and sharp in his observations, Vil will notice anything that catches your fancy. Do you like Azul’s wit? Maybe Malleus’ mysteriousness? Or what about Leona’s slyness? He’s spent so much time around those boys, it’d be a cinch to act out their traits. He’ll be your perfect man…

This image stuck in my head whenever I thought of yandere Vil. A vanity adorned in photos of you stained with occasional kiss marks. A place of reflection for him, now only reflects your visage. A shrine to the most loveliest being in all of Twisted Wonderland. His most favorite pictures are stuck on the mirror so that he can see his reflection posed next to yours. His favorite shade of rouge slides across the mirror’s surface to draw a heart enclosing you and him together.

There’s something terrifying but also dangerously enticing on the idea of Malleus, a powerful fae prince and mage in his own right, being absolutely chained to you in heart and mind.

Your approval, your touch, your affection, he is like a starving beast who will take any shred of love from you as he cherishes you so dearly. Centuries worth of loneliness without a social life beyond your family can do a number on the mind.

Very much a jealous yandere as his nature as a dragon pushes him to be possessive of you and guard you from any greedy souls.

If he could, he’d wish to steal you away and keep you safe in a tower far beyond anybody’s reach. He would be your eternal guardian and companion, attending to your every need. If you want the loveliest gems, the most powerful of artifacts, or even an enemy’s head, he’ll serve it all to you on a silver platter.

Just please, don’t hate or be afraid of him. The thought of your love being locked away behind fear or hatred scares him to the core. So much so that he’d do anything for you to not look away from him. Even make a mockery of his once proud self.

Are you scared of this monstrous dragon? Then he’ll saw his horns off, pull his fangs, rip his wings off, or skin his scales. He’ll give them all to you. He’d rather be “human” and be by your side rather than some terrifying fae far from your reach. Just like a fairytale, for true love, no sacrifice is too great.

In all his years in the realm of Twisted Wonderland, time has weathered his outlook on the world. So when you came into his life, Lilia would be so captivated by you because you brighten his surroundings.

He tries often to be at your side. Expect a lot of sudden surprises and inviting himself to tag along on whatever you’re doing. How did he figure out where and when you were going to be? Don’t worry about the finer details, he’s here now to make things fun!

Often butts himself into conversations and offers his services when you need it. Your study partner, your lab buddy, someone to vent to, he is there 24/7 to aid you. He’s the only person you ever need to rely on so don’t worry about the other guys.

His expression darkens every time some other guy tries to get in-between you two. You’re his charge now, that should be clear as day to anyone with a pair of functioning eyes.

He wouldn’t be above threatening or even beating anyone who gets too comfortable in being your friend.

Lilia I imagine is on the delusional side, feeling that his attentiveness and care would easily make you fall for him. No one is fit to be your life partner after all, there’s no way there could be another in this world who loves and dotes on you more than him. You will lead an eternal life of bliss by his side, whether you like it or not. Lilia has sunk his fangs into the sweetest of nectars and he won’t let go until he drinks every drop of it.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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[ozarkthedog]

DAYDREAMING | 𝐒. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

summary:  Don’t bring sex toys to work. 

warnings:  18+ only. Ben Wa Balls. A Smutty imagine. Flirting. Steve being innocent and cute as a button.

word count: 1,136

author’s note:  This came to me this morning and it was too silly to not write. 

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The heavy pull of the spheres that were currently nestled in your channel had your belly tightening with every step. As much as the Ben Wa Balls helped strengthen your pelvic floor, they also supplied you with pleasurable endorphins which made your time at work rather stimulating.

You padded down the hall making your way to the boardroom to sit in on a meeting with The Avengers. Being an assistant to Maria Hill, you were given special privileges none of your co-workers had. You spied their jealous glances as you breezed past them with a smile and pushed your way into the room.

Caught up in rifling through the bundle of paperwork in your arms, you careened into a massive wall of muscle. With a surprised squeak you jolted backwards sending the bundle of papers flying.

Just as you were about to land on your ass, Steve’s hands gathered around your waist halting your fall. “Are you alright?” Steve’s arms caged you against his large frame protectively and your hands molded against his sculpted chest as you gathered your startled surroundings.

His pecs jumped beneath your fingertips, the tight blue shirt from his session at the gym smelled of sweat and masculinity and accentuated the thick chords of muscle. You swallowed down a moan that was itching to be heard.

The sensation of safety and power was overwhelming as he kept you in his embrace. Your core fluttered around the small orbs, making them smooth over your walls and rub against sensitive spots.

“Oh! I’m Sorry, Captain.” you squeaked. Your cheeks burned hotter with every passing second as you felt yourself getting wet. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He smiled at you with those dazzling caerulean eyes, watching curiously as you fought with your inner turmoil. “My lucky day then.” Steve flirted before looking away hurriedly as Nick Fury came bustling through the doors.

You parted quickly, hoping Fury wouldn’t ask any questions as Steve and you gathered your papers while the Avengers slowly settled into the room and took their seats.

The meeting droned on as you diligently took notes and tried not to call attention to yourself. The slick from your mishap with Steve added a whole new level of pleasure. The weight of the balls pressed against that spongy spot that always made you see stars. It was driving you mad, causing you to shift every so often to quell the driving urge to touch yourself.

It didn’t help that you caught Steve staring at you from across the room all throughout the meeting. If he only knew you’d fantasized about him taking you over the boardroom table every time there was a meeting called.  

You pictured it so clearly having directed the little fantasy a thousand times over…

Steve presses your chest onto the cool surface before pushing your skirt over your hips. His fingers glide over your soaked panty covered mound and mouths at your plump flesh. “You’ve got the sweetest smelling cunt.” He’d confess before tearing the flimsy material to pieces and diving into your sodden heat.

He’d work wonders on your slit, dragging his tongue up and down before fucking into your center desperate to taste your cum on his lips.

“Grind that pretty pussy onto my face. I wanna smell you for the rest of the day.”

Sharp smacks to your ass would have you whimpering as you scrape your nails over the lacquered conference table.

His firm body would plant itself over yours as he grinds his girth against your swollen petals. Your bones aching under the weight of the super soldier but when he slowly pushed his cock into your heat, the pain is long forgotten.

“Such a big cock for such a tiny little pussy.” He’d grunt as he stretched your walls to their limit. He’d flex his length stilling deep inside, earning himself a sobbing gasp from your lips.

His teeth would graze your shoulder as he stuffs your core full of him. Bouncing your hips against his as he fucks into you with a steady pace. The table would slide across the floor with every forceful thrust propelling you to hit your peak unexpectedly.

“Gonna be so full of my cum, you’ll be dripping for the next few days.” He’d growl into your neck before biting the tender flesh heatedly. “Wanna see my cum gush from your cun-”

Chairs scrape the floor as the meeting comes to an end sending you into overdrive to catch up. You fussed with the paperwork all the while trying to not bring attention to the fact that you’d been fantasizing about being at the mercy of the Captain.

As you stood to leave, one of the balls easily slid from your drenched heat and into the crotch of your panties. Fear had you slamming your thighs together tightly, praying you could make it to the bathroom before anyone could notice your distress.

You waited until everyone left before slowly and carefully making your way to the exit. The other ball was still nestled inside securely now that you were doing Kegels because your life did in fact depend on them at this moment. You held your breath hoping no one would stop you for a chat as you made your way down the hall.

You curse yourself for daydreaming as you turned the corner too quickly, running into the same massive expanse of muscle.

Steve extended his hand to catch your falling frame but it was too late. Once again, your paperwork went flying but this time you landed on your ass with a pained groan. In the kerfuffle, you didn’t feel the ball dislodge from your panties and roll out into the open.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Steve chuckles bending down to help you on your feet. His smile warms your heart and amongst other places.

“It’s just my lucky day then.” You send him a wink before squatting to gather the spilled papers into a rough pile.  You don’t know where the sudden confidence came from other than perhaps the endorphins from…

You froze, eyes going wide as saucers when you noticed the lone Ben Wa ball between Steve’s feet.

“Hey, a Marble!” Steve exclaims excitedly before picking up the shiny metal orb. He stares at it with longing, obviously remembering his childhood. “Oh, this is a great Shooter! Buck and I used to play Marbles all the time.”

He was grinning ear to ear and you just couldn’t be the one to put an end to his happiness even though this was so unsanitary and embarrassing.

“I’ve got to show this to Buck! I’ll bring this right back!” he shouts as he quickly takes off running down the hall intent on finding his best friend, leaving you in a state of shock.

“Oh, fuck.”

[lacheri]

rituals

pairing: boyfriend!Levi & fem bodied reader

content: modern au, established relationship, over stimulation, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), body worshipping, a sprinkle of somnophilia and dacryphilia, Levi really loves his pet names, very minor OCD portrayals, minors DNI

wc: 5.7k

notes: not me creating an entire tumblr so i can post my smut lmfao. this is my first time writing smut like this, so i hope ya’ll enjoy (:

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted or tried to. You were just so beautiful to him, long eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you tried to drift off to sleep. He insisted that you faced towards him every night, his eyes tearing up from pushing away blinks because he genuinely couldn’t bring himself to miss even a second of you. It was borderline obsessive, definitely the craziest ritual he had, but Levi just couldn’t help it. This was the only time he fully and unabashedly got to admire you, and it wasn’t like you didn’t mind the attention. In fact you’d lay there fully conscious, steadying your breathing and squinting just barely to watch him watch you. Your boyfriend wasn’t an overly affectionate person, but God did he love to spend hours memorizing every curve and line of your pretty face. 

Levi’s fingers reached out, tracing your cheekbone with his knuckles, breathing a hair above a whisper, “So gorgeous.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from blowing your cover, a wide grin erupting from your lips. Eyes still closed, you heard Levi chuckle, “Seems like my brats’ still awake.”

Instead of answering in fear of ruining the moment, you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, burrowing your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You placed an innocent kiss there as you brought your left hand up to rub tiny circles on his bicep. His shirtless body was warm and soft from his earlier shower, and he had just decided on sliding into your freshly washed bed sheets with you in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but take notice of his hardened length pressed against your stomach.

“So sweet for me tonight,” he rasped, fingers edging under the fabric of your silk shorts. 

“I’m always sweet for you,” you moved your head back to look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting. 

Levi took your bottom lip in between his index finger and thumb, gaze locked in on how it rolled in between them. He groaned softly to himself letting go, leaning in to indulge himself in a kiss. You eagerly matched his slow, sensual pace. His hand wandered back to your shorts, slipping underneath the bottoms to caress the back of your thigh. He molded the soft flesh between his fingers, biting softly at your lips for permission to taste you. Your tongue licked in response against his bottom lip, Levi taking it upon himself to push his tongue forward to dominate yours. His taste buds slid sinfully against yours, twisting and turning around the muscle. You tasted divine. All mine, Levi thought to himself.

The tips of his fingers traveled upwards to the fullness of your lower cheek, not being able to stop himself pulling the handful towards him. He softened his grip, feeling your ass jiggle back into its original place. His mind ran wild, images of your naked body flooding his head. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, feeling a familiar burn rumble in your lower stomach. Unlike your boyfriend who could play and get you wound up for however long he saw fit, as soon as you got started all you wanted was him inside you. Patience was not in your personality, and as he continued to paw at your lower half, you had one goal set in mind.

“Wanna’ get on top,” you demanded, breathless and feeling needy as you pulled away from your kiss.

Levi’s kiss traveled to your cheek, down your jaw and neck as he responded, “No, not done with you yet.”

“But Levi,” you whined, shifting an octave higher as he sucked the side of the column of your throat. His tongue drew delicious circles before going back to peppering kisses.

“Patience, brat. You’re being so good, don’t want to ruin that by being whiny, do we?” He ended his question with a light smack on your ass, removing his hand all together after to lean his torso up to hover over you. You gulped, the burning feeling intensifying as he stared at you with predatory eyes. You nodded slowly, feeling accomplished as he murmured, “That’s my good girl.”

Levi easily guided you to lay flat on your back on the bed, fully encasing you in between his strong arms. You eyed his biceps as he balanced over you. The full moon that looked just outside your bedroom window was a blessing in disguise as it illuminated the room, casting flattering light on all it saw. Your favorite thing about Levi’s body was his arms, toned and strong, and always so in control. You practically drooled watching them flex as he leaned in back to your neck, this time trailing kisses upwards. His lips met you in a kiss again, this one a bit heavier and needy than the last. 

His right hand strayed up to your face again, Levi always needed to touch you, and his thumb ran along the edge of your jaw, a grip solidified under your chin when he pulled his face away from yours. He titled your head up, his stone colored eyes locked in on yours. His jaw was slacked open as his eyes kept traveling your face. Every time he saw your face it was like a spell, he was completely devoid of ever being able to gaze at another’s after being graced with yours. In a flash, images of you looking angelic in a white dress came to mind, and with a pretty diamond ring burning a hole in his sock drawer he had yet to show you, his cock throbbed. Levi’s lips attached aggressively to the spot where his fingers accompanied, sucking fiercely down. You bit back a moan as heat pooled instantly between your legs, oblivious to his thoughts.

“Levi,” you moaned, both of your hands shooting up to his waist leering above you. 

“Yes?” he moved downwards again, this time taking the buttons of your silk shirt in between the pads of his fingers, popping them open slowly. 

“I love you,” your eyes fluttered closed, heart race increasing. His did as well, flickering to your bra-less chest and back up to the soft smile that lit up your face.

“As do I, brat.”

Levi pushed your unbuttoned silk sleeping shirt open, gazing down in awe at your exposed chest. Your nipples were pert and standing to attention, and you felt like your heart was going to slam out of its confines. Levi always did this to you, every time you made love felt like the first. You wondered if this effect would ever go away, but as he leaned down and flicked one of your hardened nubs with his tongue, you wholeheartedly believed it never would. 

His lips encircled around your nipple, his hand began toying with your other breast. His licks and sucks were slow, so agonizingly slow, but did Levi just love to work you up and tease you. On the nights you were an extra good girl for him, he’d let you take charge and tell him what you wanted and give it to you. Unsurprisingly, there was absolutely no time wasted in foreplay. Of course this power change wouldn’t last very long, Levi would find it too amusing how quickly being in control went to your head. He needed to remind you on those nights that he was only allowing you to act that way, and Levi was always the one in charge. 

You could feel the throbbing of want from your core, not being able to hold back a whine as Levi continued his assault. His hand stayed kneading your breast as his lips moved south once more, tongue lolled out on your skin to leave a saliva trail. He had to feel every square inch of you, lapping against the soft skin of your torso. He bit playfully at the underside of your boob, and you let out a tiny yelp in response. His lips smoothed over the light impressions of his teeth, kissing languidly to earn back the soft moans and sighs he was eliciting from you. 

Deciding then that your clothes were an offensive insult to his existence, Levi huffed and abruptly yanked down the waistband of your shorts, taking your lace panties with it. This had caught you off guard, but before you could react, Levi had slipped one of his hands under you on the small of your back to lift your hips while the other tugged down your shorts and panties to your knees. You lifted your knees up on your own to your chest and he pulled the garments off the rest of the way, throwing them off to a forgotten corner of the room. His hands returned back to you quickly, landing on the back of your heels, and he leaned up onto his knees to gaze down at you from hazy eyes. Wherever his fingers trailed, his eyes followed. Feather light scratches traveled the underside of your feet, his palms facing towards you. You shivered involuntarily, your body was on fire and he hadn’t even touched you where you needed him the most yet. His digits finally met the tips of your toes, and his knuckles wrapped around the tops of your feet, massaging them in the process. Levi’s eyes flickered up then, expression completely stoic, but you saw every emotion swirl in his cloudy grey eyes. The want, the need, the complete and utter adoration, it was all there.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” Levi spat as if he had spoken an insult. “All fucking mine, I want to hear you say it.”

“Levi, please, touch me,” you begged, fed up with him toying with you. 

“Tell me, now.”

“I’m yours,” you pleaded, nearly in tears as your frustration built. “I’ll always be yours. Please, baby.”

“Such a good girl,” Levi praised, face softening after getting what he wanted. He pressed his lips to the top of your right toe then, never breaking eye contact. He didn’t spend much time on your feet, only peppering closed mouth kisses until he reached your ankle. His fingers followed shortly behind his lips, eliciting goosebumps in the trail of his light touch. You were a whiny mess, he was just getting you so worked up. You knew he didn’t reward bratty behavior like this, and you really did try to control it and keep it in, but you were just getting so frustrated that Levi wasn’t giving into what you wanted, no, what you needed. And every kiss closer to your aching center moved slower and slower, stopping completely once he reached the insides of your thighs.

Taking your knees in a tight grasp, he spread you completely open in front of him. You clenched around nothing in anticipation, a silly grin on your face. You bit softly on your bottom lip, watching him devour you with his eyes. It was just so much to take in, Levi was groaning to himself, burning the image into his memory. There just weren't words to describe it, having you like this felt almost holy. His eyes struggled to fit you all into one simple picture, wanting to focus on every single detail; The way your pussy glistened and the muscles contracted, the darkened skin in the inner creases where your center met your thighs, the skin bunched together on your stomach from having your legs spread so wide and up, the tiny bumps of your areolas, the way you sucked on your bottom lip, eyes so wide and pure, hair a fucking halo around you. He placed his hands on the sides of your center, spreading you open with the pads of his thumbs resting on your outer lips. Levi wasn’t a religious man in the slightest, but God did he want to put your body on an altar and goddamn pray to you, worship you, die for you, kill for you.

Levi finally leaned forward, his lips placing an open mouth kiss to the bare skin above your folds. It was all way too much teasing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, trying to push yourself closer to his mouth. He shot a warning glare up, daring you to continue disturbing him. 

“Bad girls don’t get what they want, brat,” the vibrations of his grovel were so close to your aching clit, and you let out a choked moan in response. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” your head became clouded, feeling like you were going to explode. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“This is the second time I’ve had to remind you,” Levi took his index finger and finally stroked it against you, a shaky intake of breath elicited from you. “Don’t let there be a third.”

The tip of his finger circled gently on your clit, exposing the pearl in the center. Every time his soft touch brushed against it, you wanted to sob. Your loving boyfriend, so gentle and caring, taking his ever loving time with you. He watched you as if he had never seen another woman in his entire life, it would always be just you. Even the mere thought of someone aside from you had him growling. Whilst you were all his, he belonged to no one else but you, and he felt every urge to prove that to you.

The assault of his tongue was a shock to your system, nerves sizzling deliciously. Levi was a man on a mission, and he knew exactly how to get you to come undone under him with the rhythm of his mouth. There was a pattern to be appreciated, a ritual even, and Levi was a man who found reason in a routine, because routine always worked. You knew this well even outside the bedroom, Levi ate the same foods every day to stay as fit as possible, he color coded every single thing in your home to stay as organized as he could, losing his mind if he even suspected a hint of dust on any of his furniture. He told you once before that you were the one compulsion that didn’t drive him utterly insane, and in Levi’s world he pretty much declared his eternal love for you. And you definitely didn’t mind this attention in the slightest, because although the thoroughness of his touches and kisses made you want to ignite into ball of flames with desire and frustration, there would never be another man on the planet who could make you feel as beautiful and as loved as Levi did, or who would be worthy of receiving of your own love and adoration.

Levi’s took his free hand to your opening, circling the area with pressure. His tongue still licked and sucked faithfully on your clit, you whimpering and mewling at his worship. His index finger pressed in, your walls instantly sucking him in as far as you could take him. You shuttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his finger began to move inside of you. He was grazing the ridges, pumping the digit as the knuckles of his fingers made a ‘come here’ motion over and over. And when he added a second one to add to his pattern, the coil in your lower stomach was about to burst. Of course Levi could feel the change of the pulses of your walls, holding a squeeze for longer seconds than the last ones, and he knew you were close. He angled his fingers then so the tips rubbed against the spongy part of your cunt, pumping his fingers even faster, creating friction at your entrance as well. 

Between his expert fingers and the suction of his lips, you came fast and violently, not being able to voice a wanting, white light flooding your vision as you arched your back and your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth hanging agape in a breathless scream. Levi watched all of this before him, and couldn’t help but rut against the bed in his boxers. You were simply heavenly, and had he humped the bed the entire time he was eating you out, he would’ve came in his boxers without hesitation. 

The contractions slowed but Levi did not, knowing he could get at least one more out of you before he moved on to the main event. The stimulation was too much, too overwhelming coming immediately off of your high. Your muscles were still so tight, not completely relaxed and your clit was just so sensitive. It didn’t take more than a few strokes of his fingers yet again to have a quick orgasm. 

You moaned louder the second time, although the first one was stronger. It just felt so good, not nearly as satisfying as the first, but the waves washing over you were unbelievably strong.

Levi removed his mouth, and watched his fingers slip out of you, skin pruned from your cum. He placed a kiss on your thigh, bringing his gaze to your weary expression, “Such a good girl for me, I think I’m going to reward you.”

Your ears perked and you lifted your head from the pillow, “Reward?”

“Yeah, why not?” he sucked where he was placing kisses, eyes locked in on yours. “I’m going to let you pick how you want me to take you.”

Your eyes widened, an excited smile gracing your features. Now this was rare, and you realized that Levi must’ve been in an exceptional mood to let you have even a fraction of control right now. Or, on the flip side, he was setting you up to lose control so he could find a reason to punish you. Either way, you couldn’t wait to find out.

“On top,” you begged yet again, sitting up on your elbows and sliding out of your opened shirt. “I want to watch you.”

“So needy,” he scoffed, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you further down the bed so you were eye level. His chin was covered in your arousal as he leant in for a passionate kiss, lips mashing together. He easily flipped you over so you laid on top of his muscular form. You sat up, knees bent on either side of his hips. You placed your hands on his lower stomach to steady yourself, thumbs brushing against the elastic of his black boxers. Levi had strategically rolled you so you sat pressed bare against his erection, and he could feel how wet your pussy was through the fabric. He audibly groaned when you pressed further down, rubbing yourself on his clothed cock. 

Your hips rocked back and forth in a lazy rhythm, and Levi was having absolutely none of it. Although he could deal out plenty of teasing, what he wasn’t going to allow was for you to give it right back to him. Really, it wasn’t on purpose, you promise. It was just there was no time to waste, and you would find any kind of satisfaction any way you possibly could. 

His hands gripped hard at your hips, stopping your motions entirely, “Oi, brat, you trying to get a strike three?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized once again. “Feel so good, I can’t stop.”

“How could you?” his expression softened, bringing his thumb to trace your lips in mock empathy. “You’re so spoiled.”

Levi then took matters, literally, into his own hands. He patted your thighs so you could lift your hips as he grabbed his thick cock out of the confines of his boxers. It slapped against his stomach, and you saw the glisten of precum on his slit. Your mouth watered, eyes drinking up every second as he pulled the clothing down his legs, kicking them off his ankles. You sunk your hips down again, letting out a whimper as your clit made direct contact with the head of his dick. Levi pulled his bottom lip in with teeth, face scrunched as he let out a low hiss. You slid against him a couple of times, lubing his shaft with your arousal. Grabbing the base, you angled him at your entrance, eyes glued to the spot between you. His eyes stayed trained on your angelic face though, not trusting himself to bust on the spot as you began to slide yourself down on his length.

“Fuck,” Levi cursed, nearly drawing blood as he bit down. Your mouth hung agape, eyebrows furrowed and tears pricking the edges of your lash line. “So fucking tight.”

Fully impaled on top of him now, a fat teardrop rolled down your face, landing on his lower abdomen, and Levi was instantly regretting letting you take control like this. All he wanted to do was to feel your pelvic bones wrapped around his fingers on your hips as he unforgivingly plowed into you. He hated seeing you cry, but in the bedroom, he didn’t mind it one bit. It was an arousing reminder that no matter how many times he made you cum before hand, no matter how drenched your core was, you would still struggle to fit all of him inside of you. He would even go as far to call it a sick fascination, a warranted deal as lovers to see you sob and hiccup on his length. His ego was fragile, as are most men, but as you opened your teary eyes and met his lustful glare, he felt as if he could take down the entire fucking world for you.

“Oh my god,” you cried softly, angling your hips upwards to bounce back down swiftly. You both let out a groan as you met his pelvis once again, feeling the tickle of neatly kept pubic hair tickle your clit. As much as you wanted to grind yourself down on his base to get yourself off yet again, the furrow of Levi’s brows and the sight of his lip tucked between his teeth gave you motivation to continue on. 

Raising yourself up again quickly, now feeling your cunt adjust more to keep taking him, you used all the power you could muster in your knees and thighs to lower yourself down, then up again, into a steady rhythm. A bit slow for both of your preferences, but you fully knew that his patience would wear thin soon and Levi would just haul you onto your back again, having his way with you.

His thick tip continuously brushed against your ridges, every time you would purposefully clench yourself as you met his base. Whimpers escaped your lips, the sounds of you and your cunt gripping him for all its worth filling the room. You would’ve been embarrassed had this been anyone else, but truthfully, Levi was the only man who could ever get your beautiful pussy to this state of unending flow. You were soaking him, and the both of you knew that after all this was said and done, the sheets that were just pulled out of the dryer not even an hour ago would go right back into the wash, all because of you. No, you weren’t going to take the blame. It was all because of Levi, and what he was doing to you.

His hand smacking your ass brought you out of your thoughts as he grumbled, “You fucking brat, you’re fucking yourself on my cock to wind me up, huh? You’re really wanting that strike three?”

“No,” you managed to moan out as your pussy clenched from his words. “I’m really trying my best, Levi.”

Levi’s hands grasped your hips as your cunt was trapped at the top of his fat tip, stopping your motion entirely there as you hovered, “I don’t fucking believe you.”

With one swift motion, he thrusted upwards, hard, burying himself right up against your cervix. You yelped in response, tears resurfacing as the pain mixed with the pleasure. This was exactly what you had wanted, and Levi knew this, but you would refuse to admit it.

“Wanted me to get fed up, didn’t you?” he grit his teeth, plunging himself into you once again, unbelievably even harder this time, your moans turned desperate. 

“Please,” is all you could whimper, his harsh thrusts increasing in pace as he fucked himself into you. Not once relinquishing his tight grip on you. All you could do is hover above him, grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself. 

Another loud smack was heard as you felt a sting against your ass, and now you were really sobbing, “Please, please!”

“Please, what?” Levi venomously spat out, eyes darkened in lust and in mild anger. You knew it wasn’t legitimate anger, and all his look did was feed the flame growing in your core.

“My legs can’t hold up anymore,” you cried, fat tears rolling down your face. Your knees were buckling, a tender ache in your thighs had your body wanting to go limp. 

His hold on you eased up, maneuvering his hips so his cock slid out of you with a squelch. You fell into his lap, trying to catch your breath as fast as you could before he locked you in another grip, rolling around so your stomach was flat on the bed. His cock, now soaked in your juices, was grinding into the seam of your ass, and he was groaning at the contact. Truthfully, you’d let him fuck himself anywhere he wanted. And God, did Levi want to use that to his advantage. Not tonight though, he had one goal, one place in mind, and that was your beautiful, angelic cunt.

He slid himself back in between your folds with no resistance, his knees locked in between your legs to prevent you from closing them in a reaction. His fingers tangled themselves in the back of your head, pulling it up by your hair so he could hear every single mewl and whimper from your beautiful mouth. 

From this new angle, Levi was buried so deep within your body that every nerve was singeing, lit aflame by the wondrous pleasure. Pulling his hips back slowly, he could feel every ridge and muscle in your plush cunt, and he let out a subtle growl. He pressed back in at the same pace, almost torturous. He eyed the handprints on your ass, and felt his ego soar. Every mark, every bruise, every touch, your body was entirely his, and his alone. 

His fingers unwound in your hair, grasping both of your full ass cheeks in his hands as he plunged in, flicking his hips faster. You heard and felt the smack of his balls as he bottomed out inside of you, and all you could do was gasp and hiccup at the impact. He repeated it, again and again, increasing his speed every time. He angled himself then to brush his engorged tip to that sweet spongey spot inside of you, fucking right up into it with every thrust. He really had you moaning then, your hands reaching forward to grasp the pillow in front of you, knuckles white in your grip. While the sight was erotic, seeing the back of your head as you stuffed your face into mattress, body completely limp under him, Levi wanted to see that beautiful face of yours as he brought you to a climax. He could feel your cunt squeezing him, ready to cum, but knew how your clit needed the extra attention to bring you there.

When he pulled out of you suddenly, you let out a frustrated cry. He silenced it very quickly, flipping your body once again to lay on your back. Strands of your hair were stuck in sweat against your forehead, mouth agape and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of your moistened lips, unable to stop the drool as your mouth hung open. Your legs still parted, bent at the knees, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you even closer, aligning himself with your vulva once again. His hands stayed there, his cock standing to full attention, needing no guidance, as he filled your tight hole, and continued fucking you.

Your breasts bounced from the impact as you tried, so very hard, to match his pace with your hips. You did well at the beginning, feeling the skin to skin contact against your clit as your bodies met full on. Your legs were shaking though, unable to hold a rhythm long enough to get off, and you gave in, allowing him to take full control.

“You’re so close again, aren’t you?” he chuckled darkly, his right hand leaving the smooth skin on your thigh to travel in between your legs. 

“‘Wanna cum, please, Levi,” you pleaded, your eyes screwing shut, hands attaching themselves to his looming biceps.

“You haven’t been very good, though, brat,” he chided, almost mockingly. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“I’ll be good!” you begged, hips shakily trying to match his pace once again. “Please!”

“You’re gonna’ be a good girl?” he asked, gaze dark and hungry as he drank in your desperate form.

“Yes, yes!” you nodded furiously, eyes opened now, watching his own flicker up to yours.

Without answering you, or teasing you any further, his thumb met your clit, and you moaned so fucking loud that Levi almost came from the sight of you. He pulled his thoughts together, focusing on getting you off first. His thrusts fastened, your pussy squelching as the sound of slapping skin echoed in your bedroom. Levi’s thumb worked in quick circles, no intent of letting up. No, you wanted to come, so he was going to make you fucking come.

The coil was never unwound in the first place, and his attention had you seeing stars. The pressure in your abdomen kept building, and you could feel every single slide and inch of his dick everywhere inside of you. At your sweet spot, in your entrance, the encouragement of his thumb on your most sensitive area. It was all too much.

“I’m gonna’ cum,” you panted as you threw your ankles around his waist, wanting to pull him in deeper.

“Cum for me, beautiful, cum on my cock,” Levi begged, feeling his own release impending.

That’s all it took, your jaw dropping and knees shaking as your pussy pulled in him so deep, and squeezed him painfully tight. Your head was empty, and Levi watched you completely fall apart below him. Seeing pure white, eyes locked in on his, his face screwed together in his own pleasure. That’s all it took to finally push you over the edge. Your cunt gripped him harshly, and feeling the first contraction, Levi couldn’t hold back anymore, his thrusting desperate and thumb moving so fast his wrist was aching. He flicked his hips as you pulsed around him, shooting his load deep inside your velvet center.

As you screamed his name, he moaned out yours, both of you stilling completely aside from his thumb working you down. Even as he came down from his height, your cunt was still milking him, albeit at a slower pace now. His thumb slowed movement, your contractions winding down as your chests heaved.

Levi quite literally had to force himself out of you, your pussy that tight on his dick. He watched in adoration as some of his seed spilled out of your hole, and using the same thumb he brought you to your climax with, he pushed the fluid back inside of you.

Thank God for birth control, you thought, breathing heavily as you watched him from below.

Levi threw himself out of the bed, taking shaky strides over to your on suite bathroom. He spent a couple minutes there, and you stayed in the same position, trying to find any energy to move. Not much to his surprise, he looked on in adoration to see you still sprawled out, your eyes closed peacefully as you enjoyed your post orgasmic bliss. Now this was a face worth studying tonight. 

You jumped when you felt the cool contact of a wet rag meet your folds, and your eyes opened and followed Levi’s hands as he diligently cleaned you, his focus intent on your womanhood. You cringed when you finally looked down at yourself, inner thighs glistening under the pale moonlight. So much for laundry day.

“Normally this is the part where I tell you how good you were,” Levi’s eyes flickered up as a small smirk set in on his lips. “But I’m beginning to think you’re a bit too spoiled, brat.”

You laughed breathily, “I’m sorry, you just make it so hard to control myself.”

“Maybe I should start dealing out real punishments,” he mused, finishing up wiping you down. 

“Oh?” you managed to tilt your head lazily, interest peaked. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, maybe make you start calling me captain, or something?” Levi inquired. His expression was completely serious.

“Captain?” you snorted. “Captain Levi? What kind of fantasies do you got swirling around in your head? Do you want to buy a boat or something?”

“You could be my little cadet,” he smirked, ignoring your teasing, returning the rag to your pussy with mischievous intentions, a bit too sensual. “My little bratty cadet.”

You closed your legs as much as you could with him in between them, a pout settled in on your face, “Why can’t I be a captain too? Better yet, what about your commander?”

“In your wildest dreams, brat.”

Levi stopped teasing you then, deciding your lower half was as clean as he could possibly get it without tossing you into the shower. Making another quick trip to the bathroom and back, he adjusted the pillows behind you, until they sat perfectly on the bed frame, and worked out the wrinkles in the duvet that had been half haphazardly thrown down and off the mattress to make way for your love making. Deeming everything perfect, Levi finally crawled into the bed beside you, where your eyelids were drooping heavily as you fought off legitimate sleep this time.

“I love you, Levi,” you murmured, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck to pepper a sweet, innocent kiss.

His hands gently cupped the back of your head, pulling you back and you pouted sleepily, “Oi, you know what you’re supposed to do. I’ll cuddle you when I’m done.”

You only nodded in a response, sleep catching up to your exhausted body. You only stirred when you felt the length of his fingers intertwined with yours, a small smile creeping up as you finally drifted off. Levi gazed at your expression in adoration, pushing back your hair from your face as your breathing softened. He would fight his own need for sleep for an hour, memorizing every crinkle of your beautiful face. 

“I love you, so much,” Levi whispered, barely able to hear himself. “My beautiful angel.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[smoochkooks]

—golden boy (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, disney hercules au, meg!oc, hercules!jk

⟶ summary: jungkook finally has you all to himself. and oh, is he going to cherish the moment wholeheartedly.

⟶  word count: 2.7k

⟶ warnings: virgin!jk, switch!jk if you squint, exhibitionism (they do it outdoors but it’s ancient greece so it’s not even surprising), soft to kinda rough sex, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, jk in a man bun, pegasus cockblocking his partner in crime

a/n: i got cherry vodka drunk and wrote this in two hours. it’s jorny hours so please forgive me for the sins you’re about to read with your very own eyes. hercules is one of my favorite childhood disney movies and watching it today i just couldn’t stop imagining jk as the greek god. if you see any mistakes - please ignore them. it’s almost 2am. enjoy!! xx ps. I had some major difficulties with posting this one so if you were one of the first people to read it and sth was off: read it again now thank u

Jungkook thinks you're the most beautiful person in the whole world. 

He hasn't seen many goddesses in his life (hell, he's sure of it, judging by the short period of time he spent on Olympus as a newborn baby-god) but he's positive you would make his aunt Aphrodite jealous. You’re the epitome of his perfection, a walking daydream, his muse and an object of desire.

He could die happily staring at you, though it's impossible due to the fact he's very much immortal. He could travel back to Hades and fight every titan that rots in the pits of Tartarus, just to see you batting your long eyelashes at him or hear you call him ‘golden boy’ again. You quite literally have him wrapped around your finger, not even his father Zeus, the most powerful god in the entire universe managed to convince him to stay on Olympus and bask in the glory with the rest of his family.  

Jungkook chose to live his life with you, on Earth, and there's not a single smudge of doubt or regret clouding his brain. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms and kiss stupidi just like right now when it’s dark out and you’re sitting comfortably on the ground near a small pond.  

“You saved me once again, golden boy,” you murmur, fingers lazily threading through the dark locks on his neck. It almost makes him purr into your mouth.

“You weren't really in trouble the first time.” He bites your lip in return, eliciting a giggle from you.

“But am I not your favorite damsel in distress, Jungkookie?” You place your palm on his rock-hard chest and push, until he's laying flat on the grass, the starry sky above reflecting in his black orbs. “You're my hero, you know that, right?” you whisper, straddling his lap.  

Jungkook's been to Olympus and knows what heaven looks like but this: you above him, your hair cascading down your shoulders, dress bunching up around your waist and revealing smooth expanses of honey skin– is incomparable. It's sweet ambrosia on his tongue, the finest of all tastes, the greatest feeling in the world.  

“Am I?” he asks just to hear you say it once again. Instead of responding verbally you lean down to kiss him, your lips molding perfectly together. He groans into your mouth, two calloused palms itching to touch the bare skin of your thighs. Growing bolder, his hands reach further, cupping your asscheeks and pulling you even closer to him. 

You smirk into his mouth. “Someone's eager,” you tease but give in anyway, brushing your core over the hard length beneath his tunic.  

Jungkook all but moans at that and you relish in the sounds he makes, repeating the movement and slowly grinding yourself on his cock. His face twitches in pure ecstasy and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life– the son of Zeus being at your mercy, helpless to the pleasure you're giving him. “You're going to be the death of me,” he sighs, angling your head to kiss you again. You don't hesitate to oblige, accepting the tongue he slithers inside with a whimper of your own. 

“Thank gods you're immortal.” you say in between kisses.

He chuckles lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He bunches the material of your dress in his hands and lifts it off you in one, swift movement. Your nipples harden feeling the soft breeze fanning over your flesh. Looking down, you're met with Jungkook's blown out pupils. He looks so dreamy like this, the most perfect golden boy you’ve ever seen. His lips are swollen from your kisses, hair a little tussled and falling from his bun. A sight for sore eyes, truly.  

“You're so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, his palms engulfing your breasts. You moan when he sucks one of the nipples into his hot mouth, fingers threading through his hair and ready to pull. “My goddess,” he chants, switching to the other breast. He flicks the pebbled bud with his tongue and then bites lightly, making you cry out in pleasure. “I love the sounds you make. Want to hear you moaning for me. Give me more, love, please.”

He places his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you off him, laying you on your back. You don't complain about the change, not when he trails kisses down your chest and stomach, not when you feel his hot breath on your womanhood. He's determined to please you, it seems, so he mouths over your undergarments, alternating between kissing and licking you softly through the material.  

“Take them off,” you mutter, growing impatient. Jungkook looks up, a devilish smirk on his lips. Oh, how many sleepless nights you spent dreaming of him staring at you like that and practically devouring you with his eyes.  

“Won't you beg for me a little, love?” He's too cocky for his own good but you decide to let it slide for now, your urges getting better of you.  

“Please, Jungkookie, make me feel good.” you keen in saccharine sweet voice. He doesn't need to be told twice, ripping the undergarments off your body. “Oh, yes!” you moan when he gives you first, experimental lick up your slick folds. He swirls his tongue over your clit, making you choke out a, “Right there, darling, right there.”  

Jungkook's certain his newfound favourite place in the world is going to be between your thighs. He's already addicted to your taste, to your smell. He lavishes your cunt with passion, devouring you like the finest meal. He loves the sounds you make, love the little whimpers and breathy moans. He wants to listen to them forever. 

He groans into your heat when you pull his hair, pulling away from your pussy with a wet pop. “Do it again,” he rasps against your core and that's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard. You grant his wish, repeating it every time he delivers a toe-curling suck to your sensitive bud. “You're dripping, my love. Is this all for me?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head up enough so you could see his lips and chin glistening in your arousal. He’s getting bolder again but you’re too consumed with your own pleasure to pay mind to it.

“All for you,” you murmur, the pads of your fingers trailing through his locks lightly. He closes his eyes, lets you massage his scalp for a brief moment. “You're doing so good, darling. You're going to make me come.” 

He takes it as a sign to continue, diving right into your cunt. He shows no mercy, bringing you to the edge of release. You wonder how could he possibly be so good at this already but then you remember who exactly your lover is– a son of Zeus can only be either a fast learner or natural.  

With one, final flick of his tongue on your clit the coil in your stomach tightens and you're coming, more slick gushing out of your and coating Jungkook's face in translucent release. He doesn't seem to be bothered though, licking his lips and chin obscenesly and moaning at the taste. Your hole clenches, needing to be filled.

Jungkook discards his tunic and now you have a perfect view of his sturdy muscles, the byproduct of his training with Phil. You almost drool at the sight, running your palms greedily over the wide expanses of his chest. When your finger ever-so-slightly brushes his nipple, you feel him chocking out a tiny moan. Smirking, you repeat the motion.  

“Y/N, love, please don't tease me. I need to be inside you so bad.” he husks when your other hand travels down his abdomen and trails over his aching cock. 

“As you wish, darling.” With shaky limbs you manage to turn him on his backside again. Right when you're about to pulls his undergarments down, you hear something rustling between the trees. You stop abruptly. 

“Did you hear that?” you whisper, squinting your eyes to see better although there's no use for that during the night.  

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Hear what?” he mumbles and props himself on his elbows to look, but then you see it yourself. A glimpse of white fur that can only belong to– 

“That stupid horse!” you shriek, covering your bare breats with your hands.

“What?!” Jungkook yells, equally as shocked as you. He scrambles for his tunic to cover your modest figure. “Pegasus! Get out of here!” The magical creature neighs in response and peeks from between the bushes, looking at you pitifully. 

“Oh gods, he saw me naked!” you wail, mortified, as Jungkook gets up to scold Pegasus. “I'm gonna die from embarrassment!”  

Jungkook angrily gestures to the horse to leave you two alone, standing only in his undergarments. You want to laugh at how absurd this whole situation is. Pegasus nods with his head bowed down. Fulfilling the order, he spreads his wings and flies away somewhere. You hope far, far away from here.

“Hey,” You hear Jungkook's soft voice. He takes your hands in his and uncovers your red face. “We're alone.” he says, smiling apologetically at you.  

“I can't believe your stupid, magical horse almost watched us fuck."

“Keyword: almost.”

You cry out, burying your face in his neck.  “It's not funny!” you huff, punching him in the chest however you know he probably hasn't even felt it. But you did feel pretty much though; it hurts like you've hit a stone.  

Jungkook chuckles, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, rubbing your back soothingly.  

You look up to meet his eyes. “Do you?” you repeat with raised eyebrows.  

There it goes again, the damned sly smirk. “I'm still very much hard, love, and I'm afraid it won't go away that easily.”

“Yeah?” you murmur, thoughts about Pegasus and his prying horse eyes showed to the back of your head. “And what are you gonna do about it?” You push him onto his back, fingers grasping the material of his undergarments.  

Jungkook swallows before saying, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will never even think of leaving me.”

Biting your lip, you slide his undergarments down his toned legs. His cock is just as perfect as the rest of him–long, curved at the top and flaming red, craving to be touched. Using the precum that has gattered at the tip you smear it along his shaft, watching in awe as his face confronts in pleasure. He lets you play with him for a while like that, drive him to the insanity with your teasing.  

Just when you're about to position yourself over his cock, he stops you. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.  

“I did. Once,” you answer honestly. “But it didn't mean anything to me.” You slowly sink down on him, welcoming the slightly burning stretch with a satisfied moan.  

Jungkook hisses, digs his fingers into your waist and you're sure he'll leave bruising marks. “And what does this mean?” he asks, almost chokes out feeling your hot canal enveloping his length.  

“Everything,” you breathe out, lifting yourself off him just to slam down hard afterwards. “You mean the world to me.” you say; it’s priactially a whisper. As you're staring into his wide eyes, you can see your love for him reflected in them. It all feels like a dream you don't wanna wake up from.  

“I love you, Y/N,” he confesses and you know he means it. “From the moment I saw you for the first time I knew you would be the one for me.”  

A lonely tear slides down your cheeks and he catches it with his thumb. “I love you too, Jungkook.” you murmur.  

He smiles like a fool, opens his mouth to say more but you shut him up with a kiss and your hips establishing a steady rhythm on his cock. You pull away from his lips, saliva dribbling down both of your chins but you don't care, bouncing on him like your life depends on it. Maybe it does a little.  

“So good,” you whimper, the tip of his cock almost hitting your cervix with every stroke.  

Underneath you Jungkook looks like he might die right here and there, his chest sweaty and heaving with every breath he takes. He has a vice grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his cock. To your surprise you find yourself liking that side of him, the rough touch of his hands on your skin. You wonder what he's capable of if you push him a little further.  

“Oh, gods!” you keen when his cock brushes past the spot that makes you see stars. He fucks into you just in time for you to add, “Just like that.”  

As much as Jungkook enjoys seeing you bouncing on top of him, he grows tired of just laying still and taking it. In one, swift motion, he flips you onto your back. You squel after the sudden change of positions but that quickly morphs into a loud moan as he rams his cock inside your cunt.

He picks up the pace, making you feel every inch of him. He stares down where your body ends and his begins, watching his cock disappearing in your hole. You urge him to look at you instead, pull him down to leave a messy kiss on his lips. “Shit, you're so perfect,” he marvels, palms squeezing every part of your body he could reach. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” he spits, leaning to suck a mark on your neck. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it. Love your cock,” you say over the slapping sounds of your skin meeting his. “You're so good to me Jungkookie, so good.” As you feel another, powerful orgasm approaching, you slip your fingers down your body to toy with your clit.  

Jungkook catches it and snatches your hand away, replacing with his own. He rubs your sensitive bud fast and hard, making you cry out his name in a broken moan. “Are you gonna come for me, love? I want you to cream my cock like a good girl.” he rasps, slithering himself inside you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs. 

“Yes, yes!” you chant, feeling your cunt spasming around his length. He curses, fucking you through your high. “Kiss me, Jungkookie–please,” you nearly sob and he obliges right away, plunging his tongue inside your mouth to dance with yours. It's messy and wet but you're relishing in it.  

He pants against your mouth, his pace getting sloppy. “I'm not gonna last longer,” he stammers out. “Your pussy feels too good, I'm–”

“Shh,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “It's okay. You did so good, darling.” He moans at the praise, leans down to bury his face in your neck. 

“Oh gods, I'm gonna–ah, shit,” he groans, thrusts into your cunt a few more times and then he comes, spilling himself inside. “I love you, I love you.” he repeats, breathing heavily down your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, smiling to yourself. “And I love you.” you respond. “But please, for the love of Zeus, get off me or you'll suffocate me.”

Jungkook chuckles, lifting himself off your body. He props himself on his hand and stares down at you. You’ve never felt so happy. It’s right here, with him, that you feel the most acomplished. You wish to make it last forever. He places a kiss on your mouth, a sweet, quick peck before he crashes his body next to yours.

He pulls you to his side and you could feel his heart beating underneath the palm you placed on his chest. It beats with the love he has for you. 

“When do you think you will be able to go again?” you ask.

Jungkook cocks his head. “What? Are you proposing a round two?”

“Not exactly,” you quip, your nail ever so slightly brushing over his nipple. “Want you in my mouth this time.”

“You little minx.”

You smirk. If his already semi-hard cock is anything to go by, you have a long night ahead of yourself.

[pleasantanathema]

Temptations

Pairing: Daichi x Fem! Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Cheating, semi-public sex, dirty talk, a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Thank you to the sweet anon who requested this! It’s a little longer than I expected, but I got very into this. My requests are still open! I’m working on a few others tonight, but I’m, of course, going slower than expected haha.

           It was never hard to find Sawamura Daichi in a crowded room. As demure as he seemed, he stood out, broad shoulders and wide stance making him appear large, commanding…though perhaps it was easier for you to find him, seeing as though you were always looking for him.

           You wondered if he knew you’d be here.

           The house party was far out of your usual university bubble, a gathering of alumni and older students from a neighboring college, all muddled voices and low lights, a bass thumping music from the living room. You wouldn’t normally venture out this far on a week night, but you’d heard mutterings from Tsukishima about the open invites his older brother had mentioned, and you had hoped that Daichi heard the same rumor mill as well.

           You planned to leave if he wasn’t there, but now you were just waiting for an opportunity to get closer, or perhaps for him to seek you out.

           He was a vexation to you, a temptation that never seemed to go away, not even after you found your partner over a year ago. You still found yourself awake at night, wishing you were in someone else’s arms, in his arms. You’d check your phone, look at his location, dreaming that you were there in his apartment, that he would text you and beg you to come over.

           But you knew he never would. He had been dating the same girl since high school, he was loyal to a fault, even if that fault meant you’d never get to touch him like you wanted to.

           He was forbidden fruit, the box warned to never be opened, else you’d both have to face the consequences.

           However, you had a feeling that the consequences would surely be damned tonight.

          You felt the heavy presence of his gaze since you spotted him, felt like you were being pulled into his gravity well, all your thoughts churning and tumbling around him, your lungs tightening when you’d catch his eyes across the room. It was maddening, like there were whispers in your ears telling you to go to him, to touch him, an invisible cord tugging at your heels to get closer.

           He must have felt it too, that pull, because before the night was over, his hands were on your waist, large palms gripping at the fabric of your skirt as he led you into a back room. He was polite about it, using his size to help the two of you navigate between the throngs of people, but his grip was harsh, crushing, like he was afraid if he let you go, you’d disappear into the crowd.

           “Do you know anyone here?”

           There was more to his question, you could hear remnants of more words resting under his tongue, suppressed but still heavy.

           “No,” you shook your head, lacing your fingers into his as you spotted a surprisingly empty couch against a forgotten wall.

           The music in this room was dulled, sound bouncing off the walls in a vicious repeat of being heard and unheard. Someone had lined the ceiling with neon lights, the kind that cycled through colors, and there were cups, empty and full, left neglected on the floor, the furniture, each one holding the memory of a person come and gone from the room.

           Daichi took the lead when it came to the couch, body weight sinking into the worn cushions. Then he was tugging you into him, onto him, spreading you across his thick thighs as you settled into his lap.

           “Then what are you doing here?”

           He said the words like he didn’t already know the answer, like his hands weren’t back on your waist, fingers sneaking under the sides of your shirt to rub against too-hot skin.

           Your mind was swimming, still trying to catch up and recognize that he’d pulled you into his lap, that he was making the move to touch you, to begin prying open the lid to something that should not be opened.

           Confidence was bubbling in your throat. You felt powerful like this, your hands on his shoulders, body hovering over his, his dark brown eyes looking up at you like he wanted something, something only you could give him.

           “I’m here for the same reason you are.”

           You were here because his lingering touches gave you hope, every brush against your lower back on your way to class, every smile and quip that he threw over his shoulder just for you. You were here because you needed to feel him, you needed to know if what you were craving was truly what you were missing.

           He was here to see if you really wanted him, to know if all your late-night texts were more than just flirting with temptation, to know if you wouldn’t run away when he finally touched all the places on your body he thought about on restless nights.

           You both knew all the reasons, which is why your body was quick to mold against his, legs snug against his thighs, hands tracing his neck, his face. His hands were bolder, slinking farther up your top, hot and heavy and engulfing against your stomach, up to your breasts.

           No one knew you here, no one would know. Only you two knew the history that lined every caress, every excited breath and heartbeat.

           No one would know that when you pressed your mouth to his, you were kissing something that didn’t belong to you. But in that moment, he was yours, and you were his, and neither of you were going to let that go to waste.

           Daichi groaned against your lips, a soft grumble that sent tingles down your spine. You nestled in closer to his lap, slanting your mouth against his hungrily as he groped at your breasts, thick fingers dipping underneath the fabric of your bra. You could feel him getting hard within his jeans, pent up lust brewing from where your core was pressed against his erection.

           As your tongue slid into his mouth, you urged one of his hands to trail lower down your body, grasping it gently as you placed him underneath your skirt.

           “Touch me,” you whispered, losing the words in his mouth.

           He didn’t have to be told twice.

           Two of his fingers curled against your damp panties, tracing over the outline of your pussy. You moaned quietly, still aware that there were people filtering in and out of the room, though it’s not like anyone was sober enough to pay the lovebirds on the couch any mind.

           You kissed at his jawline, trailing your lips down his thick neck, being careful not leave any marks behind, though there was something pressing in the back of your mind telling you to claim him.

           “Fuck, you’re wet,” he said it with a grin, his other hand now pinching at your hardening nipple beneath your shirt.  

           “I’m always wet when you’re around.”

           The rumble that left his chest almost startled you. It sounded possessive, like he was coming alive at your words, coming alive from touching the most sensitive parts of your body.

           He roughly moved your panties to the side, fingers now dancing within your slick, back and forth, finger tips brushing against your folds and spreading you apart. He prodded your tight hole, testing the waters before plunging one of his fingers inside of you.

           You hissed out a sound of delight, head tipping back and spine arching at the sudden wave of pleasure. After a few quick pumps, he added a second, keen eyes watching how your chest heaved and your mouth fell open.

           “I bet that feels better than your own pretty fingers, baby.”

           It wasn’t even a question; he knew the answer to that. He leaned forward, licking up your exposed throat with a flat tongue, greedily taking in the sweetness of your skin as he kept his fingers moving inside of you.

           You were gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, nails piercing into the tight threads of his t-shirt. Your hips rocked down against his hand that was obscured by your skirt, your thighs growing hot as they rubbed against his dark jeans.

           “You’re so tight,” he breathed against your neck, eyes closing as he focused on feeling you, “like someone doesn’t fuck you right.”

           A strangled sound left your mouth, shocked and sharp, but smothered by the moan that soon followed as he curled his fingers inside of you, pressing and rubbing against the fleshy patch of your inner walls.

           You couldn’t remember that last time you touched yourself and didn’t think of him. You couldn’t even remember the last time you didn’t close your eyes during sex and wish that he was on top of you, moaning your name and whispering praises.

           You moved to press your forehead against his, sweet little sounds still pouring from your lips.

           “I need you to fuck me right, please.”

           “You want me stuff this pretty little pussy under your skirt? Fuck you right here?”

           You nodded silently, brain sloshing with bliss, shocks of heat and pleasure still rolling from where he was driving his fingers inside of you.

           “Yes, I want you so, so badly, Daichi.”

           One of your hands was sliding down his chest, fingers almost catching in the defined grooves of his muscles. Deft fingers worked at his belt buckle, hastily pulling at the leather like nirvana was waiting within his jeans. He moved to help you, releasing his hold on your breast so his hand could aid yours in freeing his cock from his zipper.

           You settled in closer, wrapping your hand around his cock, thumb tracing a thick vein as you kept him pressed close to your belly. His head fell back against the couch, massive shoulders sagging with a breathy sigh as you pumped his wide cock in your palm. His skin was hot and silky, pre-cum sticky against your fingers.

           A whine left your chest as he pulled his fingers out of you, covering your small hand with his slick covered fingers to have you sliding against him harder, faster.

           “Sit on me, baby, let me feel you.”

           Your hands returned to his shoulders for balance as you lifted your thighs up enough to let his cock settle between them.

           He kept his grip on your thighs, easing you down onto his length. You molded your lips to his again to keep quiet, a burning, blooming line of ecstasy stemming from where his cock was sinking into your depths. He tasted so good, warm like bourbon, like foreign, forbidden spices that you couldn’t get enough of.

           Daichi mumbled curses against your mouth, his fingers so deep into the flesh of your thighs that you worried for a moment that he would bruise you. Let him, your mind screamed, you wanted something to remember this moment by.

           You gasped as he finally sheathed all of himself inside of you, your legs back to resting against his jeans. One of his hands found your face, cupping your cheek and keeping your mouth on his, lips wet and messy as they moved against one another.

           Your inner walls burned from the intrusion of his fat cock, but you felt so whole, like you were made to sit on him and suck him into you.

           “You feel so good, so fucking tight,” his was voice was cracking, like he was holding in his sound.

           You rocked your hips tentatively, whining softly when you felt the sweet stretch of his cock inside you, felt the thick length of him plunge deeper inside you. You could cum just like this, just from the thrill of it all, of finally having the man you wanted most seated inside your cunt.

           “No one’s here,” he mused, gaze settled over your shoulder to look at the empty room, the ghost of music the only presence left, “be a good girl and be quiet for me, okay?”

           You nodded against the hand still placed against your cheek, nuzzling into it for comfort as he began to thrust his hips up into you.

           “Fuck, oh fuck, yes, anything you say,” you muttered, eyes closed as he used the hand on your hip to help bounce you into his lap.

           You both fell into a brisk rhythm, bodies rocking and bucking against each other, fingers digging into skin, moans left stuck in your throats.

           It was all so much, the feeling of his jeans against your thighs, against your clit every time you sat back into his lap, the feeling of his breath against your neck, of his cock splitting apart your wet insides. You could feel your slick against his thighs, feel it pooling against his dick every time he left your wet heat only to pump back in again.

           “What are you going to do with the cum I leave inside you?”

           You whined at the thought, causing his palm to press against your mouth to keep you quiet.

           “You’re gonna leave it inside you, alright? Let it sink into your panties all night.”

           You nodded your head eagerly, hips rolling a little faster to get you closer to that point. You wanted to feel him cum inside you, wanted to feel his seed drip slowly from inside you for the rest of the night.

           His thrusts were getting a bit frantic, the rhythm breaking as you felt him twitching inside of you. Then his thumb was sliding beneath the fabric of your panties, rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit. The shock of pleasure had you panting against his palm, eyes squeezing shut as you felt that tight coil inside your belly ready to burst.

           “God, I want you to be mine.”

           He said it into your throat, planting wet kisses between the words against your skin.

           If he only he knew you were already his. You had been for so long, every other thought you had was about him, every weak moment you had revolved around how badly you wanted him, how you needed this.

           You were pressing up that orgasmic ladder hard and fast, the thrusts of his cock and the swirling of his thumb throwing higher and higher towards the peak you desired.

           Then, the world suddenly didn’t exist anymore. You saw white behind your eyelids, felt heat explode from inside your core, waves of euphoria washing over your body as you creamed around his cock. You could feel your walls sucking him in tighter, fluttering with each crest and ebb of your orgasm, bringing him to the point of stopping as you milked his cock for all the cum he promised.

           You cried into his hand, grateful that it was there to stifle your sounds of ecstasy as you came apart around him. You felt his cum coating your insides, thick and warm, cock drooling relentlessly until all the cum couldn’t be contained inside of you, instead spilling out from where his cock met the spread folds of your cunt.

           You pried his hand from your face, crashing your lips onto his as you felt a rush of heavy emotions come in the wake of your orgasm.

           He held you close, smoothing his lips over yours with tender kisses as he petted your cheek, ran his fingers down your back.

           “Come home with me,” he whispered against your mouth, hope laced between his words.

           “I-I can’t, I shouldn’t.”

           You could tell the weight of your actions were settling into his composure now, saw the realization flash across his eyes. But then something new fell into his resolve, a look of determination.

           “Come home with me and stay with me.”

           A thought flashed across your mind, the image of the body you left behind at home in bed, and then that picture blended into one of you wrapped in Daichi’s arms, comforted and whole and desired like how you wanted.

           You brushed your hand across his cheek, felt his grin tug against your palm.

           “You’ll have to pull your cock out of me before I can follow you home.”

[nonbinarylowkey]

collar

Rating: Explicit. MINORS: DO NOT TOUCH! Pairing: Loki/Reader Summary: On the last night of Chanukah, your true love gave to you... a collar. So you decide to test it out. Just, maybe, not in the way he was expecting.  Note: Posted this on ao3 a lot earlier in the day, but now that I’m home and can format this properly, it’s finally going up here! Woo! Anyway, the Loki trailer dropped on the first night of Chanukah + the last night of Chanukah was Loki’s birthday so naturally these two things combined in my brain and led to this. Hope you enjoy it! It’s sub!Loki.

Loki Laufeyson looks good in a collar.

Like, criminally good, you think, walking circles around him.  You trail your index finger along the top edge of the collar as you go.

He shivers.

Loki kneels on the plush grey carpet of your bedroom floor, knees spread wide to give you the best possible view. His pants are unbuttoned, hanging low on his hips. He's not wearing underwear tonight, you discovered when you first started this game, and so the head of his cock peeks out from the open waistband. His hands are restrained behind his back. His shirt never made it to the bedroom.

"I'm waiting," he says when you finish your circle and take your place in front of him.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "And you'll continue to wait until I've decided what to do with you."

"You are a cruel mistress," he shakes his head, but the cheeky grin on his face betrays his somber tone.

You pull the golden leash toward you; Loki falls forward with it, his face nicely cushioned by the area between your thighs. You run a hand through his hair and take advantage of the places where your fingers snag in his curls by pulling his head back so that he is looking straight up at you. Even in this position, defiance colors every inch of him. His shoulders are set back, his spine straight. The set of his jaw is stiff, giving his smile a distinctly sinister look.

You lick your lips.

"If you didn't want me to be cruel, you shouldn't have gotten me a collar for Chanukah."

"Ah, but you were meant to be the one wearing it," he nuzzles his cheek against you.

"But you look so good in it, Mischief. How could I resist?" You kneel down to kiss him, laughing as you catch his grinning lips with yours. Your content to stay like that, sharing breathy laughs with each other while your mouths move against one another. But Loki is not content in one position for very long so when he starts grinding himself against your leg, give a sharp nip to his lip. "Be good for me, please?"

" Goodness is not in my nature."

"Well then, maybe I should break out the strap. Deprive your cock of any fun tonight." You run your finger along the collar again, then press your thumb to his Adam's apple just above it.

His tongue drags a slow trail along his lips.

"Oh, please do deprive me," he says in a tone that lets you know he wouldn't actually consider the strap a deprivation at all.

"Right," you roll your eyes. You glance at the bed behind Loki, looking for inspiration. How to make the God of Mischief behave… "Maybe I should just tie you to the bedpost while I get myself off."

A hiss catches your attention. Loki's teeth are bared now and he's glaring.

Hit the nail right on the head , you think.

You make your way over to the bed, twirling the leash around your finger as you go. The knot you tie the leash into around the post is loose; it's definitely something Loki could undo with little to no effort on his part. But it gets your threat across all the same. You perch on the side of the bed closest to him. One of your hands slips under the waistband of your shorts. You're wet already; the sight of Loki at your mercy ensured that much. Your fingers slip inside your folds easily; an exaggerated moan drives home the idea of what Loki will be missing if he doesn't agree to be good.

He growls.

For a moment, your touch lingers on your clit. You rub slow, gentle circles over it, careful not to work yourself up too much; despite your teasing you weren't going to keep Loki from all the fun. You twist your hand so your thumb continues to press at your clit while you sink two fingers into yourself.

It isn't enough. You grind into your hand, trying to get the same fulfillment from your own touch as you would from Loki. Lower lip caught between your teeth, you groan in frustration.

"You only torment yourself by keeping me tied," he said through gritted teeth. It was a commendable show of restraint that he didn't just break out of his restraints; one you thought you might have rewarded if the game wasn't so amusing.

"Maybe I like torment."

He snorts, "I reiterate: you should be the one in the collar."

"Hush, you," you stick your tongue out at him. It's a decidedly unsexy thing to do. You take your hand out of your shorts and stick your fingers out to him.

Loki takes your fingers into his mouth without question. His gaze burns into yours as his tongue swirls around your digits; he is a man dying of thirst presented with a cool glass of water. When he's gotten all he can from your fingers, he pulls back, teeth dragging across your skin. It makes you feel powerful, even if you have no idea what to do with the power.

"Undress me. No hands," you leave your perch on the bed so that you can hook a finger underneath his collar. You pull his head up; eyes on you. "No magic, either. Just your mouth."

"Is that all?" He asks. Anticipation leaves his breaths heavy; an open mouthed smirk adorns his lips as he tries to keep it under control. The effect is entirely indecent.

Is it too late to give up the game and just let him fuck you?

"It's a start."

In his enthusiasm, Loki manages to get some skin when he latches on to the fabric of your shorts. It stings in the best way, amplifying the want flowing through your body and the drag of his nose as his mouth reveals more of your skin. He abandons your shorts when he reaches your center. He breathes your scent in and presses his nose to your clit, nuzzling.

You suck in a breath. The game dictates that you reprimand him for acting without permission. You don't want to. Instead you pull on his collar to bring him closer, to invite more of his willfulness.

He complies, most eagerly.

Loki's tongue delves deep, reaching places no one else had ever bothered to find. And while he is eager about what he's doing, he makes sure to go slow; to savor every last drop his mouth can find. To torture you. And you're pretty sure he's trying to torture you for even suggesting that he wouldn't get to touch you.

"Fuck, Loki," you moan, gripping his hair tight in your hand.

"Yes, fucking is the goal here," he laughs against you, sending delicious vibrations through your core.

You buck into his mouth. You need more and your body is reaching the limits of its patience. So you push him away and, startled, he falls on his ass. Despite your growing impatience, you do take a moment to admire the sight of him. His face is coated with your wetness, a mark of his passion for the taste of you. The collar and matching leash sparkle in the room's lights and his arms remain restrained behind his back - all evidence of his trust and willing submission to you.

With his hands restrained, he's no help in getting his pants off. You don't bother trying to get them off all the way. Shoving them halfway down his thighs is enough that his cock is fully free. And with his pants out of the way, you straddle him in one breath and only leave the space of one more before you bury his cock into your heat. You tug on his arms.

"Touch me," you demand.

Obediently, he frees his arms of the spell he'd used to restrain them. He runs his hands over your thighs, up your hips and waist, and then retraces that path back down. He touches you everywhere he can reach, memorizing each bump and blemish and stretch of skin that you offer to him.  He tangles a hand in your hair, uses the grip to pull you down for a kiss; the fact his face is still covered in your juices is no deterrent for him. He wants you to taste what he does to you, wants to remind you that although he is the only one wearing a collar tonight, you belong to him as surely as he belongs to you.

"Shall we take this to the bed?" He asks. But he doesn't give you the chance to to answer before he's moving the two of you off the floor.

You don't even really manage to follow how he does it. All you know is that one moment the two of you are on the floor and the next your back is hitting the mattress while Loki looms above you.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge?" You wrap your legs around his waist.

He nuzzles your neck, "Always, my queen. So much so that you needn't use words for me to know what you desire of me."

"Silvertongue," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

All talking stops when he kisses you, open mouthed, and sliding that silvertongue of his against your own. He lines himself up with your entrance, once more burying himself inside of you. It feels like he's come home to you, always; no matter how many times you're together like this, it's a homecoming.

Then he's moving, rolling his hips slowly, deliberately against you at first; you can hardly breathe for the sensation he sparks within your body. But it isn't long before he speeds his movements up. He grows frantic and rough, pushes one of your legs down into the mattress so that he can go deeper inside of you. He swallows each of your cries, keeping the noises he forces from you all for himself. He's selfish, you see, and he wants to keep your moans and shouts and pleas for more all to himself. There are other ways to show the world that you belong to each other; your noises are all for him.

You reach your climax both too soon and too slowly. You try to keep your eyes open, you want to see Loki when you reach your peak. But you're feeling too much. It's all too overwhelming so you squeeze your eyes shut and press your face into his neck because if you can't see him, you can at least try to mold yourself to him so that you never have to be apart.

Loki isn't far behind you. He murmurs desperate I love yous and my queens and other endearment as he comes. You're too far gone to understand the words, but the sentiment comes through all the same when his hips stutter against yours and he spills into you.

Silence falls over the room in the aftermath. His forehead is pressed against yours, breath intermingling in the small space between your faces.

Your fingers fumble with the collar's clasp. When it unlatches, it falls to the floor, forgotten.

"Was I good enough for you, my love?" He falls to his side, maneuvering you until you're lying on your side facing him with his arms wrapped securely around you. One of your legs is propped up on his hip.

You trace his mouth with one finger, "You've certainly got a mouth on you, I'll tell you that."

He smirks and catches your finger with his teeth, nibbling just a little bit on the first knuckle.

"But, yeah, I'd say you were more than good enough," you laugh. "Happy birthday, Lokes."

"Happy Chanukah," he responds.