#and i ate dinner 😵‍💫

[prodbyton]

23 is sooo heeseung coded 😵‍💫

promt 23: “Just sit on my fucking face already.”

smut +18 mdni!!

“do you think you could sit on my face?” heeseung brought up the topic like he was discussing dinner, and you almost choked on air at his question.

“you want me to what?”

“wanna feel you on me while i eat you out” he shrugged, thinking it was reasonable enough.

it didn’t take much convincing, you were always open to try new things with heeseung. but once you two were finally in bed and you had your cunt hovering over his mouth, you started to wonder if this was a good idea.

“baby, sit all the way down” heeseung groaned, grabbing your hips in an attempt to pull you down.

“but will you be able to breathe?” you move further off his face, voicing your concerns despite the countless amount of reassurance that heeseung gave you.

“stop whining and just sit on my fucking face already” heeseung finally pulled you down to sit completely on his face, mouth instantly making contact with your clit making you cry out.

heeseung ate you out like he hadnt ate in weeks, lapping at your cunt and moaning against you. he breathed in your scent, only spurring him on more to make you cum harder than you ever had.

[nicholasmillergf]

had another 7 hour date last night 😳

[ybklix]

Wearing lose shirt with nothing underneath & sitting on his lap ?? 😵‍💫 Lee know?

minho’s lap😮‍💨

take it off

♡ lee minho

⟡summary: Your boyfriend loves to tease you and make you feel good even after a tiring day at work.

❀ pairing: idol lee know x fem reader

♡ genre - warnings: smut, established relationship, dom! minho, teasing, slight dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, spanking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

a/n: my first request ig wohoo u little minhoes, is this how it works? lol, i had this in my head since minho is tio by zayn coded

You missed Minho, you haven't seen him for days because he was busy at work, you knew that during these dates it was difficult to see him, and then it became almost impossible once he returned to make his presentations, even staying all night in the place. But tonight he promised to see you, lately he ended up so tired that all he did was go to his dorm to rest, sadly you had to insist that he agreed to see you, he also missed you intensely but when it came to his work he got too serious, after all, he had a reputation and image to maintain.

You had cooked for Minho variety of his favorite dishes, you were a little exhausted but it would be worth it to see his tender face light up when he ate something delicious. You were in the kitchen, setting everything up when you heard the characteristic sound of your door indicating that someone was coming in, you smiled broadly and almost run to your foyer to see who it was. Minho was wearing blue jeans, a simple white shirt and a thin jacket loose to his body, he was completely covered even though it was a hot summer day in the city, he couldn't risk being recognized.

You pounced on him and hugged him by the neck, you had missed him so much you couldn't get enough of saying it, Minho reciprocated the hug right away, holding tightly to your lower back.

“Oh, y/n” Minho said while he could still breathe in the smell of your hair.

“Don't let us stop seeing each other for so long” you warned him in a stern but gentle tone once you parted.

Minho smiled as he watched you tenderly and nodded, removing his jacket and face mask.

“What's that?” you asked him as you noticed he was carrying plastic bags from somewhere he shopped in his hand.

“Ah, a dessert for later, come on let's go” Minho added confidently, walking into your apartment.

Minho walked next to you to the kitchen with his hand gently on your butt and finally saw what you had cooked for him.

“Woah, it looks delicious. Thank you, love” Minho walked over to you giving you a kiss on your head.

You watched his round eyes sparkle as he sat down to eat, you wanted to hear everything from him, even though you texted daily and were updated on every single thing he did, you wanted to hear him talk and talk.

“I'll take a picture and post it” he said before picking up the chopsticks.

You smiled at the horrendous angle he took the pictures and joined him for dinner. You didn't want to ask him about work, his face looked a little dull and tired that you didn't know if it was right to start talking about it, but there was nothing else to say, since he spent more time at the company than with you, you both knew that starting a relationship would be sometimes a lonely dynamic, still it was worth every second when you were with him, as if he rewarded you double and you forgot that you don't see him that often. Still you tried to be gentle and say to him:

“Did you have a long day today?”

Minho looked at you and stopped eating for a second.

“Yes, kind of, it was long because it was a day of waiting and small recordings, there were no rehearsals so I found it tedious.”

You could tell it was one of those days by seeing his perfectly coiffed hair and light makeup a bit already worn on his face.

“Did you pick the best pictures for the album?” you said to him amused.

“Sure, I posed like this” he replied amused making a random pose by putting his hands behind his head.

Minho smiled, adorably raising his high cheekbones and you caught his laughter. He kept telling you more details, you adored listening to him talk, he even shared his upcoming schedule to see which days he could dedicate his day only to you, you sighed watching him, sometimes you wanted to be a clingy girlfriend going everywhere he went but, you had to keep your posture.

“When we go to Busan, you're coming with me, I'm not asking you” he commented seriously looking at you intensely, you knew him well, yes he meant it but his intention of being intense was just him being a bit of a tease.

You nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek; after a few minutes he wanted to tidy up and wash all the dishes used as he was always helpful no matter what, you begged to help him as he insisted that you should stay seated to rest the food.

You were next to him, helping him to dry the dishes while Minho washed each pot cautiously, you loved the closeness of his body, honestly you were totally willing for tonight to be one of those tender ones where later he takes a shower and you both go to sleep cuddled up, but you lost yourself in the movement of his big soapy hands, the skillful crush of the sponge and his marked arms with notorious veins... that's when you realized that you didn't just need Minho's company, you needed everything from him, and when you least thought about it, you remembered that it had been long days without sex. You decided to blame your random horny thoughts to the heat of the day, despite having your apartment cool, outside it was a total mess, strong sun during the day and dry and hot nights, you wore shorts and a loose button down blouse that Minho bought you on one of his many trips, he always did that, he bought something for you, but definitely his favorite thing to give you as a gift was clothes that matched his.

You were relieved that Minho didn't notice that you suddenly became aroused at the thought of his hands touching your body, nor that he noticed you looking at him shamelessly, he was just there innocently helping you wash your dishes; otherwise if he had noticed he would start with his double meaning comments and his arrogant little smile, you didn't want it now, you felt completely needy that you didn't need any more humiliation by your boyfriend.

You both finished and Minho decided to rest a bit in your living room making himself comfortable on the couch.

“You'll stay here to sleep, right?” you asked standing in front of him.

“Mmhum” gasped Minho as he stretched his body closing his eyes and trying to relax, “Seungmin is in charge of the dorm, I told him not to disturb at all.”

Minho stared at you, you smiled and were ready to sit next to him until you noticed how he patted his thigh indicating you to sit on his lap, you couldn't be happier and fell on his legs hugging his neck, positioning your body sideways on top of him. You loved sitting on his lap, his thighs were strong and worked, you were so comfortable and your ass accommodated perfectly with no problem, Minho also knew how much you loved it too, as well as slapping his thighs with your ass as you jumped on his cock.

For him it was simple, when he wanted to have you, he did, he would get hard in seconds when it came to you, he still loved to tease you and prolong the process, torturing you both.

“How much did you miss me?” he murmured with an arrogant tone in a low, thick voice.

You slowly lost your sanity as you looked into his leering eyes and heard his tone, oh god, you thought, of course he was going to fuck you tonight, you were so excited that your lower part started to react. Minho was holding you tightly by the waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed your thighs.

“You know that I missed you so much, Minho” you stared at him.

“I needed you too, princess.”

He said and moved closer to you to give you a slow, fiery kiss, you needed him so much, you wanted to jump on his cock now, you were so wet and ready, you wanted to feel full, you could feel him too, so hard in a short time, but Minho… he liked slow play and it was killing you inside.

You moaned between the kiss and pulled your body back as you felt Minho's heavy, warm hand rub your center on top of your garment, you knew perfectly well that Minho could keep you like this for a long time, kissing you hotly until your lips swelled; his hand on your waist began to slide inside your loose blouse finally feeling his touch of skin on yours, making you feel so good, Minho moved his hand up to notice your exposed tits, cupping them tightly as he moved his kisses down your jaw and neck, he was still surprised by the sudden delight of feeling your breasts in his hand.

“Why aren't you wearing anything underneath, princess?” he gasped between kisses, feeling his heavy, hot breath on your neck.

You hated talking when Minho made you so bad, your breathing was so ragged and ragged, but knowing him, you knew he always wanted an answer; if you didn't he would make a sudden move on you and growl through his teeth 'I'm talking to you'.

“It's a hot day and... I'm in the comfort of my home, Minho…” you tried to sound as poised as possible.

Minho smiled sideways and squeezed your nipples and the grip on your pussy tighter, causing you to reflexively close your legs a little.

“Or is it because you love to tease me and were so ready for me, kitten, wearing clothes with easy access” Minho whispered in your ear, massaging your breasts harder, “Besides, how do I know you weren't out there like a little slut going shopping to make dinner with nothing on underneath.”

You shook softly, when he made those kinds of comments you knew you were in for a bit of physical punishment so you bit your lip at the memory of his heavy hand on your ass.

“Stand up for a moment baby” he ordered you in a rough voice, you almost moaned as you stopped feeling his hands on you, it felt so wrong when he stopped touching you, “Turn around” he said and positioned you with your back to him.

You listened as he sat up a little from the couch and suddenly you felt his hand squeeze your thigh and then both them search for the button of your shorts, deftly removing them, you were so excited by every slow movement your boyfriend made and it was so unexpected, in a second he could kneel you down and make you suck his cock, or bend you over and start penetrating you, curiosity was eating you to know what he was going to do with you, but you just decided to enjoy every second of it.

Minho took the elastics of your panties and pulled them tight leaving your sensitive and wet pussy exposed, he massaged your ass with two of his hands and you felt a soft kiss on your skin, suddenly nothing, you turned around confused and found your boyfriend trying to pull down his tight pants from his thighs, despite being a bit baggy, once he sat down they became tight on his big legs and finally free him of that denim that burdened his cock. You bit your lip internally screaming to feel his stiff penis in you; Minho pulled down his underwear releasing his throbbing sex full of energy.

“Come here” he grabbed your arm tightly, “I want to smack your cute ass a little.”

You frowned confused trying to have an explanation, “But..” you tried to say but Minho was being rough moving you.

You swallowed nervously and put your abdomen on his thighs, leaving your ass at his mercy as you felt his erection rubbing a little on your waist.

“Don't expect me to be gentle” moaned Minho, lifting your big, loose blouse a little and giving you a hard spanking and then squeezing the injured area.

You gasped in pain, and pleasure as you felt his fingers fuck your entrance all of a sudden, Minho gave you another four hard spanks with his right hand, leaving his hand branded on your ass while with his other hand he mercilessly moved his fingers in you, you were so close to cumming from the pain and pleasure that you felt a little guilty that you find something like that so fucking exciting, but that was Minho, if he didn't make you suffer a little in sex then it wasn't him, even when you made love which was supposed to be sweet and romantic, he fucked you so deep that he made you dig your nails into his back.

Minho saw your legs contract waiting for you to unload all your tension, you were about to tell him you were going to cum, but he stepped forward and stopped, pulling you by your hair with his left hand and telling you full of desire, “Come here, I'm not done yet, you can't cum until I tell you.”

He made you sit back on his lap for which you moaned for your newly hurt ass, this time turning your back to him, you moaned as you felt his hard cock press against your back, he grabbed your waist a little to lift you up and position his dick between your wet labia, making you both moan, the firmness of his manhood felt so good pressed against your soaked cunt, enveloping it perfectly that you wanted to start moving, but you were completely in submissive mode, it was obvious that you couldn't do anything because it was one of those times when your boyfriend took total control.

Minho moved your loose hair out of the way and positioned his face on the side of your neck. He was so turned on he wanted to see everything of you, he was so needy for your pussy squeezing his cock but the long wait turned him on more, more with your needy gaze and sizzling gasps.

“Take off your shirt, baby” he commanded in your ear.

You were about to bend over and take it off over your head like any normal garment but Minho stopped you, “No, no, do it button by button.”

You almost whimpered at the feel of his throbbing cock under your dripping pussy and you being able to do nothing about it; with trembling hands you tried to do it as fast as you could while Minho watched with so much amusement.

“Good girl, you're a good girl for me” Minho murmured as he saw you managed to do as he asked, “Let's get it off” he gently slid your blouse off, finally leaving you naked.

“I want you to show me…” he muttered again, taking your dominant hand and bringing it to your cunt, “How much you missed me, I want to see how you played with your pussy pretending it was me, did you do that, princess?” gasped Minho.

“Yes” you moaned as you touched his tip pressing against your pussy.

It wasn't a lie, the nights were long and boring without Minho and your only companion at times was your faithful vibrator, but nothing compared to him.

You settled your body a little, rubbing your wetness against his erection and let yourself lean on his chest as you tried to stimulate your clitoris giving him the show he wanted. Your squirts were falling on his cock, you closed your eyes letting yourself go as he squeezed your thigh and your tit. Minho was getting the best view possible, watching you squirm for him as you rubbed his swollen cock.

You gasped, your entrance was a little hard to reach in that position and more so with your boyfriend's big erect dick between your folds.

“Were you moaning my name while you were doing it alone, you dirty slut?”

“Mmm… Mi-minho” you whimpered as you continued to play with your clit and subtly rubbed yourself on his cock.

Minho was so lubed too, he moaned to feel your little movements, if you kept this up he was about to cum too. You started stimulating yourself slowly but your heart rate was getting higher and higher, speeding up your own movements in your pussy too, you were so ready to cum on your boyfriend's cock that you were frustrated that you didn't want your own fingers to be the ones satisfying you, so you thought you were going to give him what he craved so much.

“Fuck me, Minho, do it now, please” you whined in his ear.

Minho smiled to hear you begging.

“Then sit on my cock now, princess, take it and ride it well” he gasped.

Agitated, trying to get back all your senses as you incorporated feeling the incredible wetness of your pussy and let yourself fall on Minho's cock, sliding so easily and smoothly inside of you, still, you ached. You both sighed in pleasure finally as you were joined and you began to jump up and down non-stop being heard in the room the grotesque sound of your wet cunt, your ass falling hard on Minho's thighs and the gasps of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess, cum all over my cock now” Minho whispered excitedly.

Minho helped you by holding your waist and when you felt a little overwhelmed you let yourself lean on his chest still with his t-shirt on and he began to ram you hard lifting his hips, while he played with your clit. You felt him so close too, you whimpered with bated breath and fell surrendered in orgasm, sitting on his cock and thighs.

“You did it so well, princess and dinner was delicious, thank you” Minho told you agitated but sweetly, stroking your hair.

[kaya-p]

random paige bueckers headcanon 🫧

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notes: im new to the paige/uconn huskies fandom, so i don’t know everything, the sports, her friends or family. pls just give me a chance. i saw her and i instantly LOVED her sm 😭 so just give me patience here. please 🩷 and it's partly self indulged

࿔*:: when she's arriving home, ur instantly playing daddy by usher and has a cake that says, "welcome back daddy🤰🏼" LMFAOOOOOO

࿔*:: u both have too many album filled on your photo apps of you two in 0.5x photos (like the middle photo at the top)😭

࿔*:: she's a messy mf, CLOTHES EVERYWHERE. remember she said in an interview say if she was a boy she would NASTTTYY, ur wrong paige babes xx

࿔*:: she's such a ass, "babe, if u come to miami. i PROMISSSEEE i'll do the dishes for the week." u just gave her the PHATTEST eye roll, as if shes gonna do that lmfao

࿔*:: as ur from the uk, she cant and WONT stop mocking ur accent. shes got ice, kk, nika AND azzi doing it too when you visit her at her games

࿔*:: also as ur from the uk, she ADORRREEEE house music (esp 2005 - 2017 house music)

࿔*:: shes only gotten into skincare bc of u 😃

࿔*:: also shes has the brain of a 13 yr old boy on fornite...

࿔*:: shes always saying the most out of pocket stuff with you, you've just learned to block it out at this point lol

࿔*:: always has some kind of way of her skin touching yours, spacial awareness is out of the window lmfao

࿔*:: paige know pissed u get when you see the videos of azzi and her, but she only teases you with them videos LMFAO. she know how piss you off, BIG TIME.

࿔*:: it's because you both know whats gonna happen that following night...👀

࿔*:: as much as i LIVE AND BREAAATTHHEE for bottom!paige... she not🧍🏻‍♀️ SHE'S A TOPPPPPP, I MEAN COME OOOONNNNN...

࿔*:: shes wearing the pants in the relationship... the princess treatment is UGGGHHHH😵‍💫

࿔*:: the strap game... no comment. ˢ⁽ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ⁾

࿔*:: i bet she loves marvel ngl, idk i feel like shes either love shuri, natasha or wanda ngl

࿔*:: dont play beyonce in the car, ur both dead. u both ADOREEE AND LOVEEE BEY

࿔*:: omg she surprised u with tickets to the renaissance, (i wish i went, EVERTHING about 2023 summer 🥹)

࿔*:: always posting about you on socials, shes wont shut up about you...

࿔*:: kk is definitely ur kid, the useless comments (that has NO correlation to the posts) from her under ur ig pages... "parents ate🎀", "come pick me up mothers" or "i fear to ask the mothers... what's for dinner?"

࿔*:: omg, u both have a gulity pleasure in review really fucking cute, big and expensive classy houses together and both getting baby feverrrrr🥹

࿔*:: shes fucking adores ur relationship with drew :(

࿔*:: she wants to impregnant right now if she could LMFAOOO

࿔*:: shes literally wants to be under ur skin

࿔*:: and she's definitely waiting for the right time to pop the question, more than likely at the basketball court. lets be honest LMFAOOOO

[anadiasmount]

OKAY OKAY BUT LISTEN TO THIS you and jude are at a family dinner with his family and you wanted to mess around with him so you sent him a dirty text. he reads it and looks at you in shock because why tf are you sending this rn? then he starts to play with you on that table (thigh touching etc etc) then he’s like come to the restroom with me and you’re like no no we’re not doing anything here, edging him :)

this is so 😵‍💫, also making me feel so 🧟‍♀️… something about doing something you can get caught for or you shouldn’t be doing is always such a thrill 😋😵‍💫

the dinner was a last minute idea and you agreed with no hesitation bc you loved to hang out with his family, especially his mom as you could talk about hours for absolutely anything. either during a coffee/tea break, cooking, anything you name it.

this wasn’t any different, your social battery was full by the time you got to jude’s parents house. you wore a simple of the shoulder long sleeve top and a shirt pencil skirt, nothing to dramatic or over the top, do to the cold freezing weather out. during the evening as you all laughed cooked, played card games it was running out.

you hadn’t been paying attention, getting distracted by the center piece and candles lit. you ate your food slowly trying to savor the moment but yet felt the need for some excitement, to feel a thrill of some sort. you loved the tingly sensation that ran up your spine at the thought of doing something you weren’t supposed to do.

you giggled inwardly, trying to shake of the excitement that ran through your veins. jude spoke quietly amongst his family and a few family friends that arrived later on. you quickly pulled out your phone, hiding it below the table onto your thigh. you opened and reassured you clicked on jude’s contact before sending him a text.

to jude:

left me wanting for more this morning, so not fair, judey. had to use my fingers but i couldn’t make myself cum like you do…

you looked around before sending the text, jude laughing at something jobe had said before feeling a ping on his pocket. you leaned on the table, a hand placed below your chin as you sparked a conversation with his mom about making plans later on the week, acting nonchalant and innocent. you did catch jude’s reaction, his brows pulled in as he took a heavy gulp. jude cleared his throat and reached for his drink taking a large sip as he looked over you.

you smirked knowing you had his attention. his large hand wrapped on your thigh giving you a squeeze, before raking his fingertips on the skin, causing goosebumps to immediately appear. he looked down at you, with a stern still slight shocked but serious look on his face. he gave you a “what are you doing?” face, hand reaching further up your thigh.

you stopped his hand movements, shaking your head with a teasing smile. jude raised his brow before his attention went back to the guest. you discreetly pulled out your phone again, looking around before clicking send on the second text with a huge grin on your face.

to jude:

got your attention, baby. ik you want me, this morning wasn’t enough to fulfill either of us. i want you so bad judeeee, for your to fill me up with your fingers or maybe cock…

*attachment file sent: 1*

you pulled out a picture of some new lingerie you bought earlier that week, his favorite color white on you, with a pushed up bra, a thong left with little to no imagination… with no hesitation you sent to jude. two pings followed behind and vibrated his pocket once again.

you innocently made conversation with the table, no hints made as to why you suddenly sparked up a conversation. jude shifted in his seat, sitting up straight as his hand come to your bum, giving you a firm squeeze before smoothing out the area. he leaned down to your ear, voice husky and deep as he spoke “don’t start something you can’t finish darling…”

you clenched your thighs together, feeling a bubble build in your stomach at his words, quite frankly it didn’t help when he gave your thigh another squeeze and his fingers reaching the lacy underwear you wore. he traced around your clit, adding no pressure just fingers tracing around where you most wanted him to touch.

when his cold fingers reached inside your underwear, you gasped and giggled loudly, earning a few stares as you had leaned forward to grip the table. “got a leg cramp, continue on…” you quickly spoke, looking at jude who had a cocky stare in his face. you went to reach for your phone again, but then decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

one can play two…

your smaller hand managed to reach jude’s lap, teasingly running it along his thigh, before palming his cock. your thumb had traced over where his tip was clothed earning a dry cough from jude attempting to hide the groan he let out. “wouldn’t speak so soon, jude…”

you removed your hand quickly, biting the inside of your cheek as jude clenched his jaw once again, not loving the idea of being teased and now left with a hard on. he was perfectly fine, but you had to pull out a move that left him wanting more. he knew this morning and not been enough for either of you, and he thought about you all day he was gone.

it was a delight to see you act so innocently and a good girl for everyone in the room. but jude knew behind closed doors it was so different, such a good girl for him and only him, always begging for more and more ashe made you cum over and over again.

the picture you sent him was driving him insane, hands itching to pull you into his lap to give you the attention you needed, for him to feel your skin squirm around in his touch. even if it was the smallest touch, it had you wanting for more. why couldn’t you have just started this after you left his parents home??

“come with me to the bathroom…” he ordered making you rapidly shake your head no. your hand returned to his thigh, dangerously close to his now hard cock that could be visibly be seen clothed. “come with me y/n…” he said again, not in the mood for games. if you started it, you would have to finish it. “we’re not doing this here jude… should’ve thought about that this morning before leaving me all alone like that,” you kissed his cheek, a smirk on your lips as you spoke again with his mom.

“how about we pull out the dessert? the red velvet cake with white frosting?”

jude was in for a long run, and you wouldn’t be quick to cave in after he left you this morning. you would drag it as much as necessary, leaving jude breathless, horny and harder than ever.

[thezombieprostitute]

"See how he reacts to the silent treatment."

Girl you're just asking for a death sentence!!! 😂😵‍💫 Rip to you lmao

A/N: this was entirely written on my phone. Reader is gender neutral, no physical descriptions.

Warnings: angst? Let me know if I missed any!

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The house is unusually quiet and not just because you were giving Lloyd the silent treatment. You'd warned him that the last slice of cheesecake was for you. You'd set it aside specifically as a reward for your day of unending meetings.

When you had gotten home, exhausted, the one treat you'd been looking forward to was gone. You found the plate in the sink with the telltale crumbs. Confronting Lloyd led to him grinning as he confessed, "what are you gonna do about it, Pumpkin?"

Clearly he was expecting something along the lines of you smacking his ass or exchanging orgasms for forgiveness but you were exhausted and angry. So instead of responding you storm off to change into pajamas and go to bed. He pesters you the entire time but you maintain your silence, ignoring him the best you can.

As you lay down and try to sleep Lloyd goes to cuddle and you push him away. He tries all of his go-to moves and phrases but eventually you get up and go to sleep on the couch.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Lloyd scoffs as you lay down, back to him. "It was just a slice of cheesecake!"

He changes tactics to make you lash out at him. As much as he's stoking the flames of your ire, you're aware enough to realize what you're doing is working. It helps you to keep ignoring him.

Eventually he huffs and backs off, letting you get some actual sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, a little sore from the couch, it's eerily quiet. From the looks of things Lloyd's already gone to work. No kiss goodbye or anything. You feel bad but damnit, you're stubborn enough to keep this up until he apologizes.

You arrive at your office and there are several bouquets of your favorite flowers. You don't need to check the cards to know who they're from. None of the cards contain an apology so you pass out the bouquets to some of your workers who you know will appreciate them.

Around lunchtime good gets delivered to your office. Again, no apology note so, again, you give the food to your employees.

You're genuinely not surprised when, after work, you find your car missing. In its place is Lloyd in his car. You briefly contemplate calling an Uber but you do genuinely feel safer taking the ride from Lloyd and get into the passenger seat.

He makes several attempts to get you to talk, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the wheel. He says several things but none of them are an apology so you continue to give him the silent treatment.

By the time you get home he's fully tense with rage. As soon as the door is unlocked you get out of the car and head inside. There's a veritable feast waiting for you in the dining room. Lloyd must've spent the whole day cooking for you. Again, you feel a little bad, but he still hasn't apologized so you grab a bowl of cereal to eat for dinner.

"Oh come on, Pumpkin," Lloyd yells at you. "It was just a slice of cheesecake! You're really gonna pass off all of the shit I've been getting you for a slice of cheesecake?!"

You ignore him and continue eating your cereal.

"You're killing me here! What do you want? You want an apology? I'm fucking sorry I ate the cheesecake--"

Before he can say anything else you stand up and give a dramatic, "oh thank God!" You march over to him, grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You can't see his eyebrows raise when you go so far as to shove your tongue into his mouth.

When you break the kiss you smack his ass, "do you have any idea how much I missed you?" You spank him again. "How much I wanted to thank you for the flowers and food?" Another smack. "How difficult it was to get to sleep without cuddles? I fucking missed you, Lloyd!"

He looks at you, torn between being dumbfounded and being turned on by your attitude, stubbornness and arm strength.

"Thank you for finally apologizing," you tell him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna pig out on this feast that I know will be delectable because you're the best damn cook I know." You give him another kiss.

As you turn to get a plate Lloyd grabs you and spins you towards him. "You think you can just do that and walk away from me? I'm already half hard!"

"Then I guess I'll have to moan even louder than usual as I eat and get you fully erect."

As you walk away you hear Lloyd mumble, "fuck I love you."

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Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would.

[malarign]

ur probs insanely busy but I just had an idea based on a TikTok I saw (typical)… basically I think it would make a really good heeseung angst where he thought it would be fun to play around with his partner and make them a little jealous - either cause they were unintentionally being too friendly with someone else or whatever you feel like coming up with - but it just turns out going bad and his partner gets super upset and there’s a lot of comfort. anyway now that I typed it it kinda sounds cringe but go wild if u want

jealousy, jealousy

(when you get jealous of his co-worker)

contains: idolbf!Heeseung x gn!reader | genre: angst, fluff | tw! kissing, mentions of food, the reader is insecure about their looks, please remember, everybody is pretty in their own way | wc: 1,1k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!

author’s note: thank you anon and sorry for the delay, i was in fact pretty busy 😵‍💫 also! no hate to the anon who sent this request but if you want to make your partner jealous intentionally just don’t get into a relationship! 🤭

“Have a lovely day, dear! I’ll let you know when I’m done with work today and maybe we’ll grab some dinner together?” Heeseung said in a rush, putting his shoes on.

“Sure, just don’t overwork yourself m’kay?” You fixed the collar of his coat and smiled.

“Anything for you, baby.” He left a last sweet kiss on your lips and bid his last goodbyes for today.

Closing the door behind him you decided to get to work on your assignments. You sighed seeing the workload you had. A sudden rush of motivation took over your body and mind and got to grips with everything. Closing your laptop you took a look at the clock on the wall in front of you. The day just started and you had plenty of time before Heeseung would come back home, so you decided to pay him a visit at work.

It wouldn’t be the first time you visited him at work, yet you always can’t help but feel anxious at the thought of your presence there among other idols. You were intimidated not only because of their popularity and fame but also because of their stunning looks which often made you jealous. His pretty co-workers didn’t have to do anything, in particular, to make you feel insecure, intimidated, and simply ugly. Despite your concerns you never dared to disclose them to your boyfriend, afraid he would laugh at your worries.

You arrived at his company and went straight to their practice room, but you met with silence and darkness. Confused you wanted to call Heeseung, but then a familiar voice caught your attention.

“Y/n?” You saw Jake at the other end of the hallway. “Heeseung didn’t tell me you’ll come over” He smiled after jogging your way.

“I finished my work earlier today so I thought I would surprise him but can’t find him.”

“Oh! He’s eating lunch right now with the rest of the guys. Come on, join us, they’re serving your favorite,” Jake laughed as he nudged your side jokingly.

You felt your stomach grumble at the thought of their cafeteria’s food and walked with him to the elevator. Before you stepped in, he excused himself as he had some other obligations and left you.

Opening the door to the dining area you were met with the smell of fried rice and chicken. Many people gathered to eat so finding Heeseung bordered on the miraculous. When you finally noticed him you saw he was talking to one of his co-workers, smiling widely and telling jokes as they both ate their lunches. You took a few steps back at the sight, a wave of fear rushed down your spine.

Their smile, their hair, their eyes, their figure. Everything about them screamed perfection, making you embarrassed about how you looked. They’re beautiful, talented in many ways, while you were just an ordinary person, who wouldn’t find their place on stage.

Heeseung raised from his seat after he finished his meal and made his way to the elevators, right where you were. You quickly turned around and pushed a button to close the door as fast as possible. Looking at the mirror you noticed a few teardrops on your cheeks and wiped them off your face.

“I’m back!” Heeseung’s voice echoed in your apartment as you quietly fidgeted with the hem of the blanket you were under. “Jake told me you were at Hybe, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked and made his way to the kitchen and took a bottle of apple juice.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled under your nose and continued playing with the fabric.

“I didn’t hear you, can you repeat?”

“I don’t know, Heeseung,” you repeated yourself louder, sounding a little bit too harsh than you intended to.

Your tone and the way you called him by his name and not one of many nicknames you used made him confused.

“Hey, are you mad?” he asked and sat next to you. “Is it because I didn’t call? I’m so sorry, my love, but I got caught up in so much work I didn’t realize it got so late,” he said and tilted his head as he spoke.

“No, it’s not because you didn’t call.” You looked him in the eyes and that’s when he noticed your tear-stained cheeks.

“Are you crying? Love, what’s happening?” Heeseung cupped your face as he scanned your features. “We agreed not to hide our worries from each other,” he reminded you.

His sweet voice and full of love words made you cry, leaving him even more confused than before. Quietly embracing you in a comforting and warm hug he waited for you to calm down. Instead, he heard your voice, full of distress.

“Why would you love me, when there are so many other people who are way better than me?” You spoke incomprehensibly, but still enough for him to understand what you said.

“Why would you say that? Love, where is that coming from?”

You pulled away from his embrace and wiped your tears to look at him.

“Why would you want to be with me, an ordinary person, who will never understand your struggles as a public person? Why would you want to be with me, who has nothing to offer but coarseness? I’m not as beautiful as your co-workers. I’m not as talented, as charismatic, as interesting as them, so why would you want to settle down with me? When will you realize that they’re perfect and I’m not enough for you?”

Heeseung listened to you attentively, keeping eye contact with you throughout your whole monologue. When you were done he thought for a second to gather his wits and took your hands into his, rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

“Love, why didn’t you tell me earlier you felt that way? Gosh, I don’t care that you’re not a public person. Why would I want you to be one? Y/n, nobody knows and understands me more than you do. What you offer is not coarseness but stability and my safe space. Nobody makes me feel so safe and loved as you do. You don’t have to be an idol to be the most beautiful, talented, charismatic, and interesting person in my eyes. I love you as you are and nothing will change that, okay?”

You lowered your head at his words, feeling embarrassed at your own jealousy.

“My dear, please look at me,” Heeseung spoke and brushed your hair off your face. Looking at him smiling reassuringly made you cry again. You fell into his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, as he left soft kisses on your skin. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you, Hee.”

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[peachesofteal]

I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

[b1mbodoll]

i just think the concept of catwoman! yunjin is very 🤤

pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader

warnings: blood + marking + blindfolds

💌: moon..what if i…. ate you ? yum yum yum mmm moonie baby for dinner everyone enjoy 😋🍽️

catwoman! yunjin who accidentally falls for civilian! reader 🫢 she just so happens to always be there whenever somethin happens to you.. keeps tabs on u all the time to make sure ur safe bc she’s absolutely infatuated with u ☹️ calls u her pet n lightly traces ur tender skin with her claws <3 sometimes she draws blood n feels terrible afterwards but it kinda turns her on bc its like there’s a lil reminder of her on u <3

catwoman yj is impulsive n cant help but do whatever she wants to u 😵‍💫 she lives for all kinds of sensory play but her fave def has to be blindfolding !!!!! her cunt drips when you moan n gasp as she touches you, the blindfold keeping you from watching what she’s gna do next n each llittle graze of her knuckles or drag of her claws makes you hiss, pussy clenching around nothing n reminding u that ur incredibly empty :(

[gigisdoll]

Cw: noncon,manipulation,, seojin is a bad person, fingering, reader is described as smaller than seojin

Pairings; cheon seojin x reader

Notes; JSAKSIUSOWIW she is doing things to me :(( i needdd to get this out also @pepemyfantasy dm'd me if i upload any shi like this😵‍💫

All you've ever wanted was to become a singer, a star, a person prodigies look up to, just like cheon seojin. She was your idol, your star even... so when you were offered vocal lessons from her you couldn't say no! but seriously you couldn't. if you did she would've made sure your life would be over until you came back to her.

once you arrived at Hera Palace you went straight upstairs. getting confused on where you were supposed to go you met a nice lady named suryeon! she was so nice and warm you felt so safe with her :)) ur innocent eyes and small stature made her drawn to you specifically, as well as the way you talked, so nervously n fidgety you were so cute! but when you asked where seojin's room was she was quite mad... i mean why wouldn't she be? a thieving witch like seojin shouldn't have access to such a naive n sweet girl like you! but you headed off to her place anyway cus u were extremely excited to finally meet your idol!

but when you do she's already so bossy :(( she keeps saying to resonate better but this is your limit? or get a higher note when you've already hit the note perfectly so she can keep you for longer than necessary :// n suryeon did not trust her very much!!! n she was right cause seojin didn't trust herself either. controlling herself was so hard for her... and the way you sat there, looking all pretty she was trying hard to regulate herself n not take you right then and there!!! ur cute smile n pretty lil eyes made it even harder for her ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) as the night went on the rain got heavier n heavier , n darker nd darker! it'd be foolish of her to allow such a pretty girl out of her sight, at night nonetheless!

you kept asking if she was sure she'd let you stay, cause you know you needed to come back home, cause your mom would never let you stay over at a strangers house. "dont worry... i've called your mom and she has agreed to let you stay... " no, of course she hasn't, why would she? you didn't need to know that anyway. pretty girls like you shouldn't need to go anywhere without someone like her!! so obviously she invited you over for dinner like any sane person would?? but it was quite... uncomfortable for you.. her hand on your thigh slowly crept up underneath your skirt, to the point she was barely an inch away from your cunt.. nd as you ate dinner her fingers drew small circles on your inner thigh. but no matter how much you squirmed, or squealed her hand never moved away, even a squeeze or two would occur occasionally.

"ya'know y/n....you'd be such a popular singer... only if someone thrusted you into the spotlight.. " "you... you think so? " "mhm" she smirked slightly, while her hand started to cup ur cunt "and i know just who can help.. " you squeaked as her finger hooked on your panties n pulled em off quickly, "ms. cheon!-" her hand went over ur mouth as she collected your slick along her fingers "god... you wanted this didn't you? you wanted me to fuck you didn't you? that's why you wore this fucking skirt. " your hands gripped on her shoulders as her pointer teased your entrance "whore... trying to get fucked by me huh? want my fingers? hm? " at this point you were on the table, her finger pushing through your entrance, her finger was deep inside of you... but she wouldn't move her finger. " fucking hell, admit it or else your walking out of here high and dry" "please... wan' your fingers so bad! ms. cheon... " your whining got louder n louder as her fingers glided in and out of you quicker than anything you've ever felt.

you felt weird "ms.cheon! please go slow...! " "what? dont tell me your a fucking virgin?" you silenced yourself, telling her your answer "even fucking better... " she already knew, you don't a come across pretty girls whose cunt hasn't been stuffed full. "trust me, i know what i'm doing... " your head was dizzy, you could barely think. you became jello in her arms, allowing her to lie your body down on the table. "please- ms. cheon! " "don't you want to be a recognizable singer? you'll need me to even get into SNU. " her fingers curled up n your eyes got blurry as her pace quickened inside you, you whined loudly "you like that? huh? " all you could do was nod, unable to think very well. "have i already made pretty girl dumb? i bet i did.. " your hands gripped her shoulders tight, as your nails made small half moons on her back. why'd you let her do this? cause you needed any chance you could get to being a popular singer. this was what you needed, a chance, and although ur dignity was left for dead. it'd be okay.

a loud whine escaped your mouth, as the knot in your stomach snapped. you felt dirty, defiled. the fact you let n even enjoyed her having her way with you "i know it felt good.. right, pretty? " you only nodded, not wanting to anger her "felt.. so good"

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

[wndaswife]

stepmom! wanda or stepsis! wanda x reader please! i beg 😵‍💫 on my knees for it

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh-riding, tribbing, dubcon, daddy kink, sub!stepsister!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 2322

a/n: i miss stepsister wanda n i've never written her as a sub before so!!

It was your first Christmas away from home. You were working abroad for a partnership that was scheduled to finish two weeks ago, but because dozens of other coworkers took sudden early breaks off from work, you and a handful of others were left to pick up the pieces. You were promised an increased pay that had already been transferred into your bank account with more to come during the next few weeks you’d be abroad.

But no amount of money soothed the way you felt about being away for Christmas. Your dad and stepmom shipped a few of the gifts they bought for you while also keeping most of them for when you’d be back home.

Hopefully, your internet connection would be strong enough to have a lengthy video call with them from where you were on the day of Christmas.

You were sitting in the living room of your rented place sorting through papers with a pencil in hand. A benefit about your current position was that most things were paid for including your rent, one-hundred dollars biweekly for your groceries, and twenty cents per litre of gas for your car. At least you didn’t have to worry about finances while you were away, which made it a happy time shopping for Christmas gifts for you friends and family until you got a call from your boss that you had to stay until the twenty-eighth of December.

There was a small tree at the corner of your living room with the gifts you were planning on bringing back home sitting around it. It was therapeutic to decorate the tree on your own, and even more comforting when you ate dinner on your couch watching a movie with every light in your place turned off save the Christmas tree emitting light through the living room.

A knock came at your front door and you placed your pencil down before padding through your cold front foyer. You had to remember to shop for a portable heater.

When you opened your front door, your stepsister was standing on your porch, arms overflowing with wrapped gifts. Your face must’ve lit up the moment you saw her, because Wanda smiled back. She attempted to wave but a gift nearly toppled down to the snowy porch.

“Oh, right, right, come in, Wands,” you told her and took a few gifts from her arms. You put them with the other gifts at the bottom of your Christmas tree and went back to get the rest from your stepsister to allow her to take her boots and jacket off.

When you straightened after placing the last gift down by the tree, Wanda was just stepping into your living room, looking around in awe at her stepsister’s new place and its holiday decor.

You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her tightly. Her attention left your living room and she hugged you back with a laugh. “I didn’t know you were coming!” you exclaim and pull away to look at her.

Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed a light pink from the biting winter cold outside. It made your heart skip a few beats. It’d been so long since you'd last seen her. You pulled away and Wanda wiped her hands on her jeans.

“Y-Yeah, I decided to surprise you,” Wanda said, looking up to you with an excited smile. “Mom and dad thought it would be a good idea because I’ve finished my final exams. And I was really excited to see you. I brought your gifts with me too so they wouldn’t have to ship it.”

“I’m really happy to see you too, Wands,” you told her. “Thank you for being here.”

Wanda shifted uncomfortably for a moment, a tell of hers that indicated some anxiety. “And… I was wondering if I could stay with you.” She looked up from the floor to you. “I just thought it would be nice to give you some company and so we’d get to spend a good portion of the holidays together. I know it’s so last minute, so I would understand if you don’t have any time or space for me.”

“I always have time for you, Wanda,” you said. Her expression lightened, a bright smile tugging at her pink lips. “You can stay here, of course. Anything you need we can go shopping for. Do you want to go out now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I need a break from work and I wanna show you around. There’s a really nice Mediterranean place around here.” You placed a hand on Wanda’s lower back and walked with her to the front door, some of your palm meeting with her warm skin that peeked out from the bottom hem of her black long sleeve.

“Oh, yeah. The one you texted me about,” Wanda recalled. She leans down to put her boots on and then slips her black trench coat back on.

The two of you drive down a few streets to go grocery shopping for some of the things Wanda forgot to bring, cereal she wanted and dinners for the upcoming week she’d be with you. You couldn’t help the way you stared at her as the day went on. You watched her green eyes as they darted around the roads her car drove down, the parting of her soft lips as she spoke to you about everything you’d missed since you started working abroad.

Having dinner with her that night was particularly special. Whenever you had time back home, you’d go out with your stepsister, whether that be out to the mall or for meals together. You talked for hours, even ordering a few extra desserts so as to not bother the waiters with the way the two of you just sat and talked. You left a generous tip as a thank you for their patience and headed back home with your stepsister.

You unpacked the groceries after showing Wanda to the guest room and leaving her to unpack her own things.

She came back down in pyjamas, fleece pants with red and white patterns on them and a loose short-sleeved white shirt with a large red deer on it. The domesticity of having your stepsister stay with you as she walked around your living room looking at your tree’s ornaments brought you more joy than you could ever even begin to explain.

You made hot chocolate for the both of you, Wanda’s with lots of whipped cream and cinnamon. She was sitting at your couch looking over your work notebooks when you set down the mugs on the coffee table to cool down first before drinking.

“Yum! Thank you,” she said excitedly and leaned down to lick a bit of whipped cream off the side.

You moved your mess of work off the couch to the armchair on the other side of the living room. Wanda’s eyes followed you as you walked back to the couch and sat beside her. She crawled over to you and plopped down beside you.

“Are we gonna watch a movie?” she asked, smiling up at you as her cheek was pressed against your upper arm.

“Yeah, do you want to?”

“Yes, please,” she answered. Wanda clapped and you laughed when you picked the remote up from the coffee table and turned on the television.

Like you had hundreds of times before, the two of you sipped at your hot chocolate, Wanda cuddled up to your side while a movie played. You recalled memories of past Christmases together as your stepsister giggled against your chest and you hugged her tight.

When your hot chocolates were long finished and the movie came to a finish, you looked down to see Wanda dozing off against your side. You had raised your arm to find the remote and turn the television off, but you found yourself reaching down to cup her cheek instead. Wanda stirred, eyebrows stitching together momentarily before her face relaxed again.

“Wanda…” you whispered. She hummed weakly in response. You whispered again, “Wanda, come upstairs with me, I’ll take you to your room.”

She mumbled out a slurred, “Okay.” Wanda held herself up until she reached your shoulder and laid her head against it, dozing off again. You could feel her warm breath against your neck. You could see the soft fluttering of her eyes as the dim light from the television glowed against her. You could see the soft, almost undetectable twitching of her soft lips.

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned down to her face and kissed her. She tasted like whipped cream. Wanda hummed, exhaling against your upper lip as her eyes fluttered open. She pulled away from you weakly, though she did not know whether it was from fatigue or a fragility of her own principles. But your hand on her cheek lifted her head and brought her lips to yours again.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispered, her hand finding your thigh and pushing herself up so her face could level with yours. Your thumb ran across her bottom lip then past her lips to her mouth where Wanda sucked on it softly. You delved into the crook of her neck and kissed your way up to her earlobe before nipping at it teasingly. “We can’t.”

“We did before,” you argued and put both of your hands on your stepsister’s hips, pulling her up onto your lap. Despite her previous protests, Wanda didn’t resist at all.

Wanda pushed herself up and looked down at your face with her hands on your chest. “That was before. This is now,” she told you.

“And what?”

“And-”

Her words were cut short when your hands rounded Wanda’s hips and you squeezed her ass, causing her to roll her hips down against your lap. Her head fell forward when a flush of pink came across her cheeks. “I want to finger your pussy,” you confessed bluntly.

Wanda’s breath hitched. “Don’t,” she said, her resolve weak.

“Tell me when you want me to stop. You remember the word, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I remember,” she answered. Recollections from the last time you fucked came to both of you. You had drank together, minimally, really, and the two of you ended up fucking in Wanda’s bedroom on the day she came back for her spring break. That was years ago.

Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of Wanda’s pyjama pants. You ran your fingers across her clothed cunt teasingly, fingers featherweight and devoid of any pressure. Wanda bucked her hips down but you were quick to pull away and click your tongue warningly.

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded.

“Beg.”

“Please, daddy, I want your fingers in my pussy.” You could hear a hint of grit in her voice as she forced the confession out of her. You weren’t entirely pleased, but you’d train her during her time staying with you. Besides, she certainly deserved to be treated after her use of the honorific she knew you liked.

Your fingers slipped past her panties and found her slit already slick with her desire for you.

Carefully, the pads of your fingers ran through her folds, teasingly and torturously. But Wanda knew not to complain any further. She was intrinsically obedient in that way.

When your fingers pushed past the opening of her hole, Wanda’s back arched and she immediately began riding your fingers. You kissed her neck, her cheeks, her nose and her lips. The feeling of her walls squeezing around your fingers was not unfamiliar to you. You could remember where her g-spot was and how she liked for you to tease it, how to move your fingers in and out of her, how she liked her clit to be stimulated.

Curiously, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around what you remembered to be a sensitive pulse on her neck. When she whimpered out, you felt pride grow within you. You knew stepsister more than anyone ever could, and she knew it too.

Her arms wrapped around your neck and she pulled herself close to you. “More, please, more. Please, I want to come,” she cried.

The speed of your fingers quickened and your thumb darted out to flick at the hood of her clit repeatedly. You curled your fingers inside of her while your other hand tucked itself under her shirt and groped her breast. Wanda leaned back and held her shirt up shakily while your lips wrapped around her other nipple. You whispered praises into her ear while Wanda could only whimper and squeeze you tight. You played her beautifully, like an instrument of which you knew every curve and trick, and when she reached the climax of her orchestra, you leaned back and watched her cry out in pleasure.

Your hands went to her waist and you pushed her off of your lap so her back laid on the couch. You pulled her pants down to her knees with her underwear and pressed kisses up smooth milky thighs.

Wanda’s fingers entangled themselves in your hair as you lowered your head down between her thighs. You pushed Wanda’s knees back into her chest with one hand, a forearm hooked behind her knees. You made her finish twice with your tongue then pulled her onto your lap again where Wanda humped her wet pussy against your bare thigh. You pulled a leg atop of hers as two of you moved your cunts against each other. You fucked your stepsister until your living room was filled with the scent of sex and Wanda had reached her limit three times over and she was a sweaty trembling mess below you.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. I don’t ever want you to leave me again,” she panted against your cheek.

“Never again.”

“Never?”

“Stay with me until I go home on the twenty-eighth.”

Wanda nodded and you kissed her lips.

[he11swinter]

Very basic! But what do you think the ghosts' favourite foods were when they were alive?

Billy: He liked a lot of snack foods, y’know? Chips, candy, boxed cereals with prizes in them… He’d often pick these things over his mother’s home cooking, which drove her crazy!

Jimmy: Jimmy never had a lot of time. He always had to be on the tracks or the casino making a bet, but would grab some finger food when he got a minute to spare—devilled eggs, sandwiches, salted nuts, cakes…

Susan: I’d say she was pretty fond of fruits. But also, everything she ate would be aesthetic as possible.

Jean: Whatever the average mom eats, so like…home baking? Spaghetti and meatballs? Casserole?

Royce: Royce went out for fast food a lot with his buddies, so burgers, fries…and maybe a milkshake!

Dana: She likely didn’t have a great relationship with food.

Margaret: She’d try to make a healthy example for her son, but she secretly loved candy!

Harold: He loved guacamole baby food so much that he’d throw it up and eat it again! He liked all the circus foods they had around, but his mommy didn’t want her widdle baby eating too unhealthily. 🙁

Isabella: I dunno, stale bread?

George: Anything his wife made for him after a long day of work, but I imagine steak was a favourite!

Ryan: Please just feed the guy—he’s not picky. He’ll usually scarf it all down without even tasting it, so just nothing too hot. 😅

Horace: Something inside me is screaming mostly “TV dinners” but he’s a big guy, and those microwave meals give you hardly anything. Maybe he eats 15 of them? 😵‍💫 I don’t think he puts much thought or care into his diet, but reserves only the best for his rotties!

I enjoyed this ask so much, hehe! I hope you did too, but now I’m hungry…

[puppyfriedrice]

Coop ate a 2500 calorie dinner then said they wanted a waffle house waffle because "it's dessert and will settle my tummy" 😵‍💫 I don't think that's how that works

[igobacktoblackkk]

Today i did SO well, had a lot of tea without sugar, lemon water, and ate tangerines and beets.

Until dinner time when i decided to have a bite of pizza and it was so damn good that i ended up having 3 slices, then a few cookies and of course purged it all😵‍💫😔 i'm SO dissapointed bc i was feeling great and clean, and now i feel like sh*t , My throat hurts, my teeth feel sensitive and my eyes are like watering.

I want to stop eating everything that's not my safe foods but sometimes I feel like gluttony takes over my body and it makes me h*te myslf, bc I don't like to vomit and I've been doing it intermittently for like 10 years

😞

[maxwellshimbo]

I was tagged by both @alintheshitposter and @pleasehavepatience thank you besties <3

Let's go!

Share your wallpaper: I got this from a tumblr post. Bi lighting galaxy ™️

Last song you listened to: How not to drown by Chvrches ft Robert Smith. I don't even have something clever to say about it, this song just fucking rules.

Currently reading: I am like 98% through the novelization of Phonophobia. After that I will start Snuff by Terry Pratchett.

Last movie you watched: The D&D movie. Pretty sick! It captures the feeling of playing D&D quite well 😆

Craving: Nothing foodwise. I had such a big dinner that I never want to eat again 😵‍💫 other than that I am this 🤏 close to buying a Monster High doll.

What are you wearing right now: A black tank top with white hearts on it and black sweatpants. No socks.

How tall are you: 1,65m

Piercings: Just my earlobes. One on each side.

Tattoos: None yet! But I want one so bad 😩

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses only.

Last drink: Coffee. Yes, it is 10pm 🥴

Last thing I ate: Vegan Burger with fries

Last show: 🤔 probably Elementary my beloved. No wait, we watched an episode of the CR animated series. But at that time I was high on edibles so can't really remember 😵‍💫

Favorite color: Yellowish green and/or greenish yellow

Current obsession: I mean Drei Fragezeichen 🥴 so normal about them. Also Eurovision ✨

Unrelated obsession: Gödel's incompleteness theorem 🥴

Any pets: Leaf insects 😍

Do you have a crush on anyone: What, are you the cops? (The answer is yes)

Favorite fictional characters: Oof 😵‍💫 I do love a himbo. Zweiter Detektiv Peter Shaw my beloved. Also Joan Watson. She is not a himbo but still.

The last place you travelled to: Hamburch. This week I found out it was on the same day when Lotl filmed their Eurovision postcard there. I didn't see them but still a fun coincidence!

Last travel outside of Germany was Amsterdam.

I am tagging (*checks notes for mutuals who last interacted with posts*) @polyphemusmoths @badgermcghee @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte @joyfuladorable @steffen-dilfrael @glandin @19eightythree @pandakong