#disney villain smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

Hi. I have something interesting. Do you do other Disney characters not mentioned on the list for nsfw cannons from requests? If yes, then I would like to ask for an nsfw head cannon for my favorite Disney villain, Captain Hook please? I just have a serious crush on him.

Smut Headcanons | Captain Hook (18+)

thank you for requesting!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

this man is a strict dominant with no compromise — the best you can get out of him is to have him as a power bottom, but even that is a rare treat

is into knife play as a way of punishing and/or marking you — though you’ll likely get cut up whether or not you’re engaging in that type of play because, well, he can get a bit ahead of himself and he has a weapon for a prosthetic hand

he has an extremely sensitive chest and shoulder area, so any biting/marking/scratching/kissing of that area will get extremely vocal responses (grunts and groans, mainly)

will happily bend you over the desk in his cabin and take out his frustration on you (which usually translates to loud, angry, rough sex that will fluster most of your crew)

if you want to get him to snap and take you immediately, the best way to do this is to wear one of his shirts or his coat and hat — with nothing else, of course

you will end up getting scruff burn on your face, chest and between your legs due to how excited he can get

isn’t above choking you if you get too loud when you’re not supposed to

will shamelessly whisper in your ear about all the things he’s going to do to you once you’re back on the ship before moving away and pretending nothing happened

may not be the best at achieving his own goals, but he’s very competent in the bedroom and startlingly good at getting under your skin in the best way

doesn’t mark you in places that will be visible when you’re clothed and prefers you do the same — though this is mostly a carryover from his life before neverland and the values he grew up with

is quick to jealousy and will take it out on you in the bedroom (possessive would be a better term but he denies it either way)

pulling his hair will make him moan like a bitch

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Non / Disney Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: SMUT!!

Warnings: Its definitely not 'disney'... There are dark and taboo themes (Though some are much darker then others), mask kink, roleplay where you don't know eachother, rough/feral sex, innocence/corruption roleplay, gloves, seduction, dub-con, cumming-in-pants, accidental condom breaking, breeding kink, asshole-ary, blow jobs, sexual favours/deals, age difference, feelings?, oral sex in general, degradation, masturbation, cunt warming, foot grinding, hate sex and shame, destruction of property, period sex, praise, unintentional temperature play, getting burned (guess who, haha), public sex, feelings again?, ego-inflation, orgasm denial, domination, first lesbian experience, boss/employee, prostitution, thigh-riding, stealing you from someone else, and over-stimulation. Something for almost everyone, hopefully!

Includes: I wanted to include them all but I ran outta steam 😅 Bill Sykes, Robert Callaghan (Yokai), Professor Ratigan, Alameda Slim, Captain Hook, Chick Hicks, Rothbart, Dr Facilier, Clayton, Cruella De Vil, the Evil Queen, Gaston, Greasy Weasel, Hades, Hans, the Horned King, Jafar, Judge Claude Frollo, Lady Tremaine, Long John Silver, Commander Lyle Rourke, Maleficent, and Mother Gothel+The Stabbington Brothers.

Its possibility that one day I will make a part 2 with the rest of the DV's (And some Non-DV's). But i am OUT OF HORNY right now. Haha 😅

Sykes can satisfy you perfectly fine with one finger, but 2 really puts you over the edge (JUST LOOK AT THEM??) and he just loves watching you writhe and struggle between not being able to fit all of it but wanting him to continue, desperately wanting to stretch. Usually this is happening either in the back of his car, you laid out along the back seats with your legs in his lap, lifting your hips into his torture, or in his office with you sit pretty on his desk with your legs spread open for his attentions.

Mask kink with Callaghan? Yes. You pretend you don't know him when he strides towards you, having entered your apartment through the balcony. But its not long before you're pressed between his emotionless façade/his body in a sexy long coat, and the the wall with his hips hammering repeatedly, insistently into you. Points if you're exposed and vulnerable but he's fully clothed, fully masked up, fully in control. You cant tell how he's feeling because of the mask, but you can tell he wants to use you and you're more than happy to let him- as long as he likes. Then he guides you to bed and leaves without a damn word

Letting Ratigan take his frustration out on you, just letting him go feral on your cunt/cock. He has you with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth all over you, with your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds away, with your legs spread over his chest as he breeds you thoroughly, on your knees with your mouth stuffed with him- whatever position he can get you in. If you're not a drooling, limp mess by the time he's done then he was holding back.

Slim likes roleplay. Call him Yancy O' Dell, give him those big eyes and let him 'corrupt you'. Let him sweet talk you and promise you you're gonna be a star so long as you stick with him, and lead you away to a dark corner where he can dip his gloved fingers into you. Tell him you've never done this before. Get down on your knees.

Being a 20 year old that Peter mistook for a a child (It was the light) and brought over the Neverland, and catching sight of Hook. You want him immediately and intend to seduce him. He's got a serious case of one-track-mind though and he's been away from other adults so long that he's totally forgotten what lust looks like- so getting him to see you want him to dick you down is harder then you thought. You have to be shameless, you have to be blunt. You have to trail your fingertips up his thigh and practically rub him off before he finally realises what's happening- by which time he's ready to bust a nut in his pants. Lucky for you though, he's got super endurance, so just tell him that you're more than happy to lick him clean, and he's raring to go all over again.

Chick breaks the condom with his excitement about ramming into you but doesn't stop until he's spilling hot, sticky seed inside you. 'A thank you', he calls it. 'For a good time', he says. 'Now you'll have my baby and get famous- you're welcome!'. He's such a dick about it (Whether you're going to take the morning after pill or not), you cant help catching his stupid mouth with yours and fucking him all over again.

Making a deal with Rothbart that if you suck him off, he'll take care of your debts. You end up liking it though?? And getting super turned on??? Was he always this hot or are you just in a slutty mood now? Once he's spent you slowly press kisses on different parts of his body, leading up to his mouth, where you glance slowly into his eyes, looking for his reaction, and when you find arousal?? You kiss him on the lips. He leads you to the ground and you start by grinding against each other, but its not long before you're fucking like desperate, horny teenagers.

Making a deal with Dr Facilier. He takes your soul once you die, and he makes you famous. The two of you slowly grow feelings, but he's too much of a gentleman to make a move on you- you're young, you're beautiful, and you're naked in his squalid apartment. What!? You make your move, and its a success, he shows you pleasures you never experienced before that night, using his tongue as if it were his cock; No one's ever done that to you before, tasted you, but he does it with pleasure and then thanks you.

You go out scouting the area alone with Clayton, disappearing into the jungle, and you decide this is the perfect time to show him that you're not the innocent, shy creature he thinks you are. When you're leaving hot, open mouthed kisses over his clothed cock he certainly realises his mistake, and when his thick hand is lost in your hair as your tongue slithers all over his painfully hard length he calls you a whore. How do you respond? You slide your hand down your pants and start taking care of yourself, too.

Cruella's into degradation. Calls you are a crack-whore, a slut, her bitch (As in dog) with her talons buried knuckle deep inside you/wrapped around your twitching dick. She'll smirk and tell you that you look like a disgusting mess over there, ask you what on earth made you such a desperate sycophant, how you allow your boss to defile you? use you like a mindless sex doll this way?, etc.

The Evil Queen likes to have you under her desk warming her cunt with your mouth while she does miscellaneous paperwork- for hours. Your jaw is going to ache at the end and your own area is going to be aching for attention she may not be bothered to even give back by the end. Good news though? She likes it if you touch yourself. Do struggle to get yourself off, do desperately roll your own meat/push multiple fingers into yourself and moan into her pussy, do grind yourself against her foot. It'll make her smirk and slick some more under your tongue.

Hate sex with Gaston??? YEAH! He's an asshole and you're decidedly 'not belle' and therefore 'not good enough', but he's undeniably hot and you drive him mad not being into him like everyone else in the village and that, inevitably, leads you to be slammed onto a kitchen table. His equipment is ridiculous, its just as monstrous as you might imagine, and he's as strong as an ox with the endurance of an Olympic athlete. You pull his hair and make him growl, and he stretches your thighs painfully far apart so they bruise with his finger marks and the two of you together break that table. Its not the only time it happens and its not even the only table and it is greatly shameful.

Greasy is all over you on a regular day, right? But when you're on your period?? When he can smell the blood and he knows you're weak?? That's when he really goes mad. He knows getting taken care of helps you to not be in pain, too, which just means to him that you're all-the-more likely to let him do whatever he deems fit. He'll fuck you slow and deep, pressing warm kisses everywhere he can reach, and have his fingers at work at the same time, bringing you to a fricken life-changing orgasm. Then he'll do it again. And again. Until you're both exhausted enough to just drop right off to sleep.

Contrarily to Cruella, Hades likes praise. Giving, and receiving. He'll call you his pretty pet, his little princess/prince, fucking perfect, whatever he feels. And in return he likes you to say - whine, scream, moan, cry, - how much better he is than his brother. How Zeus couldn't ever fucking compare, how crazy you are about him, how much you want him. And he'll really respond to that kinda thing, too, fire flickering a hot orange, body getting boiling hot and singing the sheets, getting over-excited to the max. You're gonna end up a sweaty mess, probably with burns on your body, after sleeping with Hades.

Hans likes to make it risky. Public sex is what I'm saying, yeah. He's fucked you missionary under the dinner table with his family literally eating and talking just above him, on the wall just around the corner from the main event at a ball, he's touched you with his hand til you came in your undergarments in a crowded room, and he's even done you in your own bed while a maid was in there cleaning and had to avert their eyes, etc. Yes he just gets worse every time. And when someone actually sees, like that maid or someone heading past you to the bathroom he'll let out the lewdest, most guttural groan yet and cum instantly. Then he's all affectionate with you, asking if you're good and smirking because its almost worse- having someone see the soft stuff afterwards.

Pledge your loyalty to the Horned King and you'll get him so pleased! He'll want you to be his, be his partner. Be with him forever- to love and care for him, to be his person, to take his frustrations out on when he's mad. When this happens you know because his eyes glow a brighter, deeper red and he cant stop glancing over to you, wanting you. Then when you finally get to be alone he's running his hands all over you, and he's gentle- he just wants to know that you're there, with him. When you finally get to the main event, he'll actually guide your hands up to his horns because he knows you like them.

Imagine Jafar shedding his serious, mature, sophisticated persona when he's finally alone with you. That dirty smirk slides across his face and you know he's got plans. He'll say you've been running amuck in his thoughts all day long, now what are you going to do to make it up to him? Hm? You're in for a long dirty night, starting with having his mouth all over you, pressing kisses everywhere through your clothes before he has his tongue at work drawing an orgasm out of you (If anyone on this list genuinely likes how you taste, its Jafar), and ending with you perched in his lap worshipping him. Call him your majesty, call him powerful, inflate his ego and his cock is sure to follow.

(Also side note for Jafar- a thought i've had. Have we considered Naga!Jafar... you know, with two dicks? Okay I'm going to move on now bye- )

Frollo offers you the same deal he offered Esmerelda- except you, accept. Yes, you'll be his dirty little secret hidden away at home. If he wants to go around pretending to be oh-so-holy, and then come home to you and your plans for him- that's fine. You'd love to make this horrible, uptight old man go nuts. Lose his damn mind for your pussy/cock. You'll suck him masterfully for hours, stopping when you know by how hard and hot his length is that he's about to cum, you'll slide your pussy/dick just over where he needs you until he feels crazy, you'll press maddeningly gentle little kisses all over his neck until he's rutting against you. Just, in general? You're going to make him your damn toy.

Being the maid in the Tremaine household and being the Lady's first experience with a female. You were just tidying up her room one evening, after the girls all went to bed, and she was drinking her evening tea watching you. The two of you strike up conversation, which is odd considering the fact that she is a stone cold bitch and oftentimes doesn't even acknowledge your existence in the home. Anyway long story short- you somehow end up straddling her and making out with the older woman. You know you should stop, you should leave, but she's so domineering and her fingers are sliding up your thigh underneath your skirts and you find yourself reaching down to pull her hand right to your private place because you have no self control?? She's not perfect but she has you grinding into her palm in no time, then cumming on her blankets. The next day she acts like nothing happened at all, before telling you that you'll need to do her room again- tonight.

Out of all those losers at the brothel tonight you're really glad you got picked by the old cyborg. This is not 'Silver's' first visit here so you've heard from others that he's kind- and not inexperienced. You're surprised, though, when he really is kind and experienced! The first thing this man does when you get somewhere private is take care of you, dining on your cunt/cock until you keen into his mouth and clutch the bedsheets like they're your lifeline (And that's not easy to do to you). Then he has you on his lap, straddling a thick thigh and asking you to move for him. He calls you love, doll, lass, beautiful and sweetheart. By the time you're done with eachother he tips heavily, winks, and tells you he'll be back for you.

Rourke's favourite thing about you is your legs, and he loves manhandling them. Kicking them apart from behind, stretching one straight up over his shoulder while the other is set to the side so he has room to piston into your dripping entrance, having them hooked over his hips, holding onto your thighs whenever he can, etc.

(Inspired by 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron) Maleficent leading you away from your boyfriend, and literally into the woods, to have her way with you. After all, she can tell you're neglected. He's such an oaf, such a sweaty beast. You need a release, and whats more? You deserve one. She'll take so much better care of you. She'll do things he never does, and she'll do them better then he ever could. She'll take care of you, and she'll enjoy every delicious moment of it. You have a her word, so... come on dear. This way. Just take her hand.

Gothel likes you to be all fucked out, destroyed, by the time she has her turn. Say, by... the Stabbingtons?? Yeah, she'll let them take turns pounding wildly into you, making you Y/N-coloured mush with an about 8 orgasm count already for the night having been taken missionary, from the back and spit-roasted by the behemoth men before she comes and shoos them away. I hope you had your fun, she'll say softly, brushing your hair. But not too much... She adds. Then touches your much-too-over-stimulated body until she can say, thoroughly, that she does what she must to keep her Lovely satisfied.

[ctheathy]

The Claim of an Operational Sin

Claude Frollo x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Is this damn priest dilf energy or nah

Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)

You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.

Frollo/Reader [Romantic Tendencies(???)]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! • Seductive/“Succubus” reader • Imprisoned reader • We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO • Threats • Reader is unfearful of death • Arousal • Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation • Desperation • Drooling/Salivating • Kissing • ...Leaking...iykyk • He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect • This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-

I REGRET NOTHING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“...You are a bloody!” Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. “... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.” He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.

And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.

Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. “Mhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I may” you were sneering with sarcasm. “The most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? It’s difficult to control yourself, isn’t it~?” you mocked

“... Silence yourself!” He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.

“Many peasants have faced the consequences of the witches’ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.” trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. “So what? Everybody will die one day.” You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. “Perhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with me” you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “But atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?” He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.

The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. “You... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. “Look," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.

“Don't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comes” you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped

“You don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.”

You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. “Awh..~” you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. “It is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?”

You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. “I'm quite flattered, my sweet~” your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...

And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. “H-hngh..!?” Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.

And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.

Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. “You seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...” you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, “Is that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?” Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...

“H-How dare you!” His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.

It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. “It... astonishes me... when you... make me lose control” He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.

This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.

“Don't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...to” he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.

And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. “S-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!”

His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.

Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.

But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Aww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?” you purred with a tease.

As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.

And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.

The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.

The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.

“You... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-” He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.

This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. “I can’t help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for me” you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.

“I recommend you stay in line” you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control

His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.

His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.

He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.

He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....

You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.

He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.

You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.

Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.

You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. “Don't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?” you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. “Be a big boy and open up wide for me..~” you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.

There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.

“You're playing under my rules now, minister.”

And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#331 LUCKY INDEED-

Inside the Draconia Castle

Lilia: My lord?*Voices echos thru the halls looking for Malleus*

Malleus Gasps as he sits up from the couch, Swollen red lips, messy hair a bit out of breath, Looks around the room in panic*

Lilia: Helloooo?~ Mal: My guardian!*accidentally smacking you with his tail* Yuu: Ow!-*Sitting up, Is the same as Malleus..only with 1...or 2 cuts on your lips, Grinning happily* Mal*Gasping as he tries to smoothen his hair and clothes fast*What's he gonna think if he finds you like this with me? Yuu: Uh, lucky human?~*Cleans the edge of his lips...still having a bit of drool* Mal: J-Just-Just-Just...*Frowns as he contains his flustered state as he picks you up and throws you into his closet to hide*

...Im here for the people who want to be the villains who set the world ablaze for their s/o!

Part 3 of:

[jean0farc]

‎ ‎‎Honor Among Thieves

Captain Hook x Fem! Reader | 2.5k

⎯⎯ summary ‣‣‣ “On an ordinary summer day my friends and I are having fun at the beach when suddenly Captain Hook and his pirates come seemingly out of nowhere and attack, causing chaos. I try to escape, even so much as to reach the car my friends and I used to get there, but I get caught and by one of the pirates and taken.”

⎯⎯ content warnings & tags ‣‣‣ dubcon, penis in vagina sex, creampie, fem! oral receiving, dom! Hook, body worship, fingering, breast kink, praise, dirty talk and pet names.

⎯⎯ requested by ‣‣‣ the wonderful @disney-girl67.

⎯⎯ banner credits ‣‣‣ the lovely @cafekitsune.

The intensifying heat of the sun today was rather unbearable for my liking—I had to make sure the amount of sunscreen I applied was just right for my skin in regards to basking in the summer heat. Thankfully, my best friends had some spare bottles of lotion perfect for our trip to the beach. We’ve packed just the best meals suitable for our picnic date; it’s been a while since we’ve taken a week off of an exhausting day of work, and an opportunity arose when we were given a discount to a beach getaway!

I drew a satisfying breath, taking in the fresh breeze that blew from the east side of the coast. Apart from the overwhelming heat of the sun, it was quite refreshing to take a time off of the monotonous city where industries and businesses collided in chaos. The palm trees danced lively by the breathtaking view, the birds chirping happily as we booked a stay at the chalet nearby.

“So, Ashley, what do you think of this spot so far?” I asked.

“It’s perfect,” my friend smiled. “Summer is a godsend, especially these days. The weather may be humid, but other than that their services are properly managed. I can’t stand always having to work under our boss lately. So I’ve decided to take a leave!”

“May I add that this particular sea stands out because there’s lots of treasure underneath.” my other friend commended. “Rumors say there used to be pirates here, but I believe they’re long dead after getting shipwrecked.”

“Pirates?” I asked, sitting upright, fixing my bikini. “Wait, are you saying, this place isn’t safe for visitors like us?”

“Relax, friend,” my other friend spoke, laughing. “It’s just a scary story spread all across this village. I’m sure that with all the legal authorities becoming more aware of the troubles they cause, they're probably thrown into prison by now.”

“Good, good.” I replied. 

“Anyways, I think now is the right time to go in for a dive! The deeper, the better!” 

“Wait, guys, but-“ 

My friends ignored me this time. They left me without any explanation to stay, leaving me to rot in my own thoughts of whether there were potential thieves roaming around the place. But I’ve decided I won’t back down. I left the patio, without any other reason to make excuses for why I refused to go in for a swim. Out of guilt, I just kept on going, leaving all my worries behind.

My friends and I ran towards the seaside, happy and carefree of the world’s stressors. We even threw some handfuls of sand at each other and splashed some seawater the moment we went for a swim. 

I found it difficult to keep up with my friends this time, the way they swam around the beach and took pictures of the glittering waters. But I dared not to be a killjoy as of this moment, I complied with their requests to have fun regardless.

As we swam recklessly by the sea, I noticed the sight of a large, wooden ship approaching from a distance, seemingly approaching towards us. I felt all along that my gut instinct was right. I tried my best to not falter at first, but knowing they could kill if we didn’t surrender our belongings was something I was truly terrified of. 

“Ashley! Lottie! Mary!” I called out. “There’s a ship approaching! Let’s gather around and leave!”

“[Name], you’re being incredibly ridiculous.” my friend Mary laughed. “Those can’t be pirates! It looks like a normal ship!”

“But-“

My friends ignored my pleas, so I had no other choice but to leave the seaside. I was deathly worried about their wellbeing since pirates aren’t to be trusted regardless, but I started to give less fucks about others and focus on my own needs. This is it. I left my friends and made my way back to the beach house, running half naked and sweaty from the intense blanket of heat that filled the air.

“Take a closer look, Murphy,” scoffed a pirate from the ship as he used his binoculars to zoom into the sight of my friends swimming. “We eating good tonight, aren’t we?”

“Damn right. Nothing more than a bunch of bombshells worth taking in for the night.” Black Murphy laughed loudly. “James will surely be having fun by the end of the day. From what I understand, he’s already by the shore holding some random bitch hostage.”

“Right! Hah. The Captain should consider himself lucky.”

And there I was. I finally arrived at the beach house, surprised to find the door to our room locked. Pleas of someone could be heard from inside, and I didn’t know what to do other than bang the door from outside. The voice was muffled, which made me realize that whoever the captor was turned out to be someone not to be messed with.

My heart raced upon this discovery. Who could have possibly thought there was someone else inside the compound? I tried using all of my strength to open the door. I tried, and tried, and tried…..

And with all my brute force, I managed to successfully pry the door open. I was then met with an unexpected scene.

There in the corner of the room stood a tall, dark figure dressed in red, while his other hand was replaced with some sort of hook. He apparently was holding some sort of knife with his other hand, and it turned out that the identity of who he just killed was the manager of the beach house me and my friends stayed in. The figure took a step forward, revealing himself to be none other than a pirate captain.

I tried to leave, but another one of his pirates grabbed me by the wrists from behind, pushing me to the ground and swiftly locking the door from outside. It was unknown as to how this happened, but I knew from the bottom of my heart that this was coming. 

“Looking as gorgeous as you always were, lovely stranger.” the pirate spoke softly. “Say, are you perhaps here for a trip?”

“Um, yes?” I hesitantly replied. “Who could you be?”

“That doesn’t matter, my dear. In fact, your name doesn’t matter to me either. Say, what are your thoughts about a relationship of give and take? Worry not, for I won’t harm you, as long as you do exactly as I say.”

“Huh????”

“I came here to claim five million bucks from this entire resort. Provided you and your friends do exactly as we please, your lives shall be spared.”

“What???!!!” I protested, attempting to get up and reach for the door behind me. “No, I must have known…!! You-you must be the captain!!! Please, captain, spare our lives!!!”

“Why, if it isn’t the right answer, hm? My name is Captain Hook, I also go by the name James. Though this info won’t matter by the time I’m done with you.”

I froze, unsure of how to react in the face of such a threat. I attempted to stand up, only for the captain to kneel on one knee and unfasten my bikini straps. 

“Please…..” I begged. “Let me go! I’ll do anything!!!”

“Is that so? Why then, don’t resist.” Captain Hook smirked.

I frankly hated how this was turning me on.

He moved his hook down my breasts, groping it with the thin piece of metal while his other hand caressed my cheek. 

“Such a beautiful, sensitive little thing.” he cooed. “Gods must have sent you to serve as my personal pet.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I disobeyed his request and resisted the captain’s touch, only for him to pull me inward. He kneaded on my breasts gently and leaned closer to suckle on my nipples, which was already hard at the sight of his tall stature. He swirled his tongue around it, moaning gently as the sounds of sloppy slurps filled the room.

I hated how good it made me feel. I shivered at the thought of a random stranger’s face up my breasts, but there was no denying that he was extremely good at it. A part of my mind wandered on the scenario where he claimed a number of bodies. From the charm of his facial hair surrounding his features, to his enigmatic smile, it left me with chills—and they weren’t exactly that of the bad type.

He didn’t stop, oh, he didn’t. The more I held back a moan, he just kept sucking in long slurps that left me soaking in my arousal. My breath hitched at the sight of his unshaved face lapping and salivating against my breasts, carefully caressing it as he pulled away.

“Mmmmmhhhh~”, I groaned in frustration.

“What a cute, desperate pet.” Captain Hook whispered. “If all it takes for you to grow wet is to have someone suckle on those stress balls, then you must be a really needy whore after all.”

“Please……I need it….I need it so bad!!!” I protested, desperate for release.

“Eager for my cock?” Captain Hook asked. “Well, you might want to exercise a little patience, my dear. Good things don’t always come in easy packages. Now, let’s take this off from you, shall we?”

With that, he tore my panties off with a clenched fist, leaving my naked form to sulk in hopelessness and frustration. He wasn’t the type to give warnings, for he was quite straight up with what he wanted to do. He was all powerful. That only gave way for me to feel worthless and pathetically needy for his touch.

“Mmmmmm……already this wet? Hah. How pathetic.”

He didn’t give warnings, indeed. I knew he had it in him when he dove into my cunt, kissing the nub gently as he rubbed his finger against it. I felt as if I was about to squirt too early, but I held it in. Then comes the hard part. The fingers. He stuck two fingers in me, forcing his way in without any form of lube or prep. With the burning pain slowly melting away into pleasure, I let him swirl his tongue around my clit without any form of inhibitions after all. The captain yapped and lapped at my vaginal fluids, overflowing to an extent of it streaming down my cunt. It felt warm, pleasurable, and on top of all that, I felt like I was about to catch feelings for the man.

His digits began curling upward, making me wince at the length of his fingers, yet still aroused. The slight curve didn’t bother me in the slightest. It felt so good, and I for once didn’t mind squirting and cumming all over his face for all I cared.

“Ahhhh, I’m close,” I moaned. Captain Hook drove his mouth deeper, giving my clit a rough suck before pulling away. Leaving my entrance gaping with fluid, he chuckled smugly.

“You taste divine, pet. Hmmm….I think you’re ready to take all of me now. Just relax.”

Captain Hook let go of my figure, turning to his pants as he pulled the upper section down. I wasn’t expecting the sight of at least ten inches of trouser action, and I grew hopelessly frustrated by the fact that it still wasn’t shoved deep in me. 

“Now, now, dear.” Captain Hook spoke. “This won’t be lasting quite long. After all, you’re already this close.”

Spreading my legs wider, the captain rubbed my clit with his cock, enabling me to make use of my energy in humping right back. I held the throbbing length, and felt its texture before he slipped it right inside me with force.

”AGH!!” I squealed.

“What, don’t you like it?” Captain Hook asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Keep going….It burns, but, keep….going!”

“I see. Well, then who am I to deny you what you want.” 

With one thrust, he drove his cock inside me and started to slowly rock in and out of my cunt. It felt euphoric, really, the way he handled me roughly and recklessly without any filter. To compensate for his efforts of ramming through my walls, I fucked him back.

My breasts wobbled as my body grew used to the pleasure judging from the growing speed of his thrusts. He was brutal, violent, just like any other pirate would be when faced with an incoming threat. Gripping my cheeks tightly, Captain Hook used his superior strength to lift my limbs upward to gain a better access towards my core. He kept hitting, and hitting the spot, so much that I could feel myself cumming in less than five whole minutes. I arched and mewled against his grasp, the sounds of skin slapping against skin becoming more apparent. I began to develop no care for whoever overheard our little affair going on. All I needed was to reach completion at the hands of this charming stranger.

Captain Hook was also growing desperate over time. His moans grew more animalistic, muttering a ‘yes’ repeatedly as he was about to lose composure. When I felt a tinge of pleasure spark from within my heated core, that was when he chose to pick up speed. He then leaned closer to feel my neck with his face, leaving hickeys all over as he continued to bite down the layers of thin skin. I yelped in pain for a moment as the sensation slowly turned into pleasure the way he bit on the right spots. 

If only he could see my face right then and there, I would have been humiliated from that point onward. Then he did.

“Ah, ah, ah, no looking elsewhere.” Captain Hook muttered under his breath, panting hard. “Eyes on me. Show me how much you crave this feeling.”

“I—Mmmmmmhhhh….!!! Please, I’m….I’m gonna…..”

“Hold it off, little one. Have your master do all the work.”

With all his strength, Captain Hook grabbed my hips tightly, the hilt of his cock ramming in and out of my heat. The slaps against my ass were wet and loud, our moans matching each other like a symphony. 

“Agh!!!! Captain!!!” I trembled in excitement. “Ahhhhh~”

I wailed his name (James) as Captain Hook thrusted so deep into my core. My walls fluttered and throbbed hard that it was almost a crime for him to pull out of me. I shook against him, crying like a bitch in heat as I felt like the whole world had just shattered before my eyes. Captain Hook spurted his seed balls deep in me, his cum surrounding itself all over my dripping cunt. I let out a deep sigh, realizing the whole mess I’ve been engaging with in the company of a complete stranger.

“Hah……Hahhhhh……..”

Captain Hook didn’t even budge, his cock already retreating from my walls in a slow, yet steady fashion. 

“Such a filthy, disgusting little mutt.” he said, putting his cock back in and leaving me to sulk by the edge of the doorstep. “Get up.”

Captain Hook grabbed my cute, pink bikini, tossing it before my face.

“What is your name?”

“[Name].”

“You did well, [Name],” he said. “Judging by the looks of it, you owe me several nights of complete entertainment. Come outside when you’re ready. I’m more than willing to bring you into my ship.”

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Misc. Masterlist - Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Words: 1933

Summary: You're finally having your first date with the Lord of the Dead

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 3 - Third base

As the sun set behind the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the forest, Hades emerged from the shadows with smoldering eyes and enigmatic smile, extending his hand towards you.

"Shall we, my dear?"

A mix of curiosity and nervousness cursed through your body as you took Hades' hand and were whisked away into the heart of the underworld. You descended through the winding caverns, passing by lost souls and flickering flames, until you reached a looming castle bathed in ethereal glow. In the midst of a large room, Hades had prepared a romantic set up. A quaint black stone table adorned with flickering candles and delicate blue flowers awaited you, while the soothing melody of a harp played softly in the background. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale despite the fact that you were in the underworld. As you sat down, Hades poured two glasses of a strange purple liquid and raised his glass in a toast.

"To our first date", he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and affection.

A soft blush spread across your cheeks as you raised your glass to meet his. The first sip of the drink sent a shockwave of pleasure through your senses. The taste was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, surpassing even the finest delicacies in your realm.

"Wow, this is...wow!", you exclaimed, unable to contain your awe.

"Nectar of the gods, babe, or at least as close as it could get without the real thing, which of course, would make you immortal and break every rule my stupid brother so carelessly set up and we wouldn't want that, would we? At least not while getting caught", he winked at you, "anyway, I'm sure you won't find anything like that in your mortal realm", he chuckled, his amusement reflecting in the mischievous glimmer of his eyes.

"So, I don't wanna be rude but, uhm, do you", you waved your hands around while almost clumsily spilling your drink, desperately trying to articulate your question without voicing it.

"Do this often?", Hades finished your sentence.

You quickly nodded, gulping down the rest of your drink nervously which caused him to burst out into a sad laughter.

"Oh darling, I don't know if I should feel honoured, sad or amused at the fact that you actually think someone mortal or immortal would want to date me", he suppressed sob by emptying his cup before he continued, "although there was that short fling with Persephone, which was absolutely not as bad as people tell it to be, no kidnapping involved I swear", he held up his hands innocently.

As the conversation continued, Hades revealed more fragments of his, admittedly sad, past, his responsibilities as the Ruler of the underworld and the sacrifices he had to endure due to his job rarely granting him any spare time, which, despite his divine nature, granted him an undeniable humanity. He spoke of his yearning for connection and affection, the emptiness he felt within the confines of his realm.

With each passing moment, the atmosphere grew more intoxicating. The combination of Hades' allure and the nectar seemed to fortify that unbreakable bond of desire, affection and undeniable attraction. Before you knew it, you got up from your seat, your feet carrying you over to Hades' spot, the fire between your thighs growing as your hand found his toga, delicate fingers digging deep into the fabric as you pulled him down, your lips crashing on his. Hades' body tensed, the unexpected gesture sparked an arousal deep within, tearing him between succumbing to the temptation and take you right here and the cautious urge to resist as, deep down, he feared to indulge in anything that granted him even the slightest hint of happiness. But you were so eager to please your god, a fire of love burning bright through the darkest of the night, slowly warming him up, gradually thawing the icy walls surrounding his shattered heart and erasing the remnants of doubt that plagued his soul for aeons. His muscles finally relaxed as his last will of resistance burnt away and he melted into the kiss, his large hands snaking around your waist and lifted you on the table before he finally broke the kiss first, whispering your name with a raspy voice.

"Lord Hades", you pleaded, pecking his lips, "please."

"Please what, babe", Hades smirked, his resolve to resist your allure continuously fading.

"Let me worship you", you almost begged but Hades merely chuckled.

His slender fingers delicately lifted the fabric of your peplos, gradually revealing your legs and then your bare, dripping folds.

"Oh darling, planned ahead for this? And already so eager and wet", he chuckled, parting your legs even wider as he trailed kisses along the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

You whimpered when he abruptly stopped, his touch avoiding your delicate folds while you could still feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. You wriggled your hips, hoping he would continue and finally grant you the touch you so desperately craved but instead the god let out a dark chuckle, his fingers wrapping around your legs and pulling you towards him as his tongue pressed against your clit, turning your gasp of surprise into a sinful moan. Hades growled against your wetness, skillfully exploring every contour of your folds, teasing your sensitive spot before gently caressing it. You didn't know why these few licks almost instantly sent you over the edge, perhaps it was because he was a god or maybe it was due to his lips and tongue feeling hotter than any mortals, like a scorching fire tenderly caressing your delicate skin, a thrilling pleasure that danced dangerously close to pain. As your hand instinctively moved towards his head, eager for more, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and his head lifted from between your legs.

"Babe, you know I'm hot", he spoke with a suppressed chuckle, "don't burn yourself."

With a simple snap of his fingers, his toga vanished into thin air and Hades pressed his naked body against yours, rubbing his erection against your clit and while a wave of curiosity tempted you to glance down at the god's cock grinding against you, his hand gently grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze

"No babe, your god wants you to look at him while he grants you this divine pleasure", he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he kept moving, swallowing his own needy moans.

His gaze was fixed on you, searching for the truth he desperately desired. Despite the confirmation from the Fates that you loved him, doubts lingered in his mind, urging him to scrutinise your every move. He suppressed his own desire as he delved into the depths of your soul, seeking any hint of deception. Yet, all he discovered was the overwhelming love and longing you harboured for him. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and your moans, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, your name hanging delicately on his lips as he ground against your wetness a few more times, pushing both of you towards the inevitable mind-shattering orgasm. You felt the heat of his release on your skin as your own wave of pleasure washed over you, your legs trembling while you tried to catch your breath.

"Allow me....", Hades' composed demeanour wavered for a moment, "allow me to clean this up."

A faint gray smoke engulfed your body and it vanished quickly after, along with all the traces of your, so to say divine, intervention. You trailed your fingers over the soft fabric of his toga as your eyes wandered up, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Didn't you want to do...a bit....more?", you asked teasingly.

Hades laughed, nudging your shoulder before he cupped your cheek and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

"My little flower, my little bird", he grinned, your name slipping from his mouth in an amused yet alluring tone, "this is, technically, our first date and you tempted me already to move to third base, which, honestly, was far beyond my initial plan for the evening. I mean, hello?!", he chuckled nervously, "I'm not Zeus."

You smirked, jumping off the table before straightening your peplos.

"Mighty Lord of the underworld, tempted and seduced by a mere mortal."

Before the last word completely escaped your lips, you felt a firm grasp on your neck and waist as you were suddenly lifted until your face was at the same level as Hades'.

"If I remember correctly, and I usually do, that tiny mortal couldn't stop moaning her god's name, barely able to resist all the pleasure he was so graciously bestowing upon her."

The crimson hue and warmth that flushed your cheeks became almost overwhelming, requiring every ounce of your strength to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape before he gently placed you back on the ground.

"Come, it's time I'll bring you back before the dead get any stupid ideas and start thinking they could roam the world of the living again."

Within the blink of an eye you found yourself back at the shrine.

"It was a pleasure, babe", Hades grasped your hand tenderly and placed a kiss on top of it, "we can do this again, that is if you'd like to."

"Tomorrow?", the question came out faster and more eager than anticipated, "if your busy schedule will permit it of course."

"For you? Always", he whispered before vanishing back to the underworld.

You let out a content sigh and walked back home. If someone had asked you a few months ago what you planned on doing around this time of year, being eaten out by a god on a table in the underworld wouldn't even have been on your list. And yet here you were, basking in that post-orgasm bliss while your heart raced in excitement as thoughts of Hades consumed your mind. There was something special about him, besides the obvious godhood. He was charming, possessed a certain humour that made you almost die laughing at every joke and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his physical appearance. The way his blue flames danced on his head, the subtle blueish-gray tone of his skin that accentuated every sculpted muscle on his well-toned body which you were blessed to witness tonight and the scorching heat of his body, pressed against your soft skin, evoking an irresistible pleasure threatening to devour each and every part of your mind and soul. As you finally reached your home and laid on your bed, a wicked smile graced your lips as you sent a last loving prayer to your god, accompanied by vivid fantasies of him rutting into you on the same table he tasted you not too long ago, just a little teasing, hoping that he'd loose more control and go further on your next date.

A shudder ran down Hades' spine, his cock twitching eagerly as your prayer reached him. He let out a low groan, pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply to regain his composure. Little tease, he mused, pondering how a mere mortal could hold such power over him. His train of thought was abruptly derailed when Pain and Panic burst into the room, their simultaneous shouts jarring Hades' already frayed nerves. In an instant, his patience snapped, and his hair flared up in a fiery red blaze, cascading down his shoulders.

"Whaaaaaaat-is-it-now?!", he bellowed, causing them to immediately fall into silence.

Chapter 4

[whatmikamakes]

Chapter III of Miss Deavor is out now!

Evelyn shakes her head, staring at you in silence for a moment before slowly moving forward. You can feel her breath brush against your face, the sensation causing you to tighten your grip on her wrist.

"I think I've made myself clear. I'm not asking."

[tawneybel]

Note: It ended up turning into noncon, instead of just “rough lovemaking.” Also check this judge-m0rt1s story if you wanna boogie with Ooogie. 

Imagine Oogie Boogie manhandling you. 

If it wasn’t for your sleeves, being dragged against your will and against the floor of the lair would quite painful. Oogie had already ripped the back of your dress, baring your shoulder blades. When he stopped walking, you hoped he would drop you. Giving you an opportunity to escape. Instead, your body was effortlessly raised. 

You squirmed in his hold as something, many somethings, squirmed underneath his woven skin. His appendages thankfully didn’t have fingers. Otherwise, you were sure he would have already unhooked your bra, and do more than just rub your breasts. Whose tips were unfortunately prominent at that moment. 

“Woah, woah, you’re enjoying this.” It was cool in his lair, but you kept your mouth shut. He continued his exploration of your cups. You closed your eyes. Then the Oogie Boogie Man lifted your dress, one “hand” still cupping a tit. “You’re sopping, you’re sopping!” 

Why didn’t I wear a thicker set? you thought, while your only external complaint was to move away from the molestation. The soft burlap rubbing between your thighs was making you wet.

 Initially turned on by your reluctance—to go on a date, to return to his place, to fornicate with a boogeyman—he was growing impatient. Although Oogie would have loved to have you try pushing him away until he finished. Maybe some other session. 

He snapped one wrist up into a shackle, then the other. 

[aesthetic-solar-space]

Desperate Measures by Katee Robert - The Wicked Villains Series 230 pages, published May 28, 2019 🌟🌟🌟🌟 The only reason this book did not get five stars was because of me, I wanted more plus it took me absolutely forever to finish, but when I did, I realized how much I love this idea that Katee has created with this series.

[sleepingdeath-light]

maleficent smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (02/05/23)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films / sleeping beauty

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; maleficent mistress of evil

outline ; “Alright, may I request smut headcanons for Gothel, Lady Tremaine, Maleficent, and Queen Elinor from Brave (ik she's not actually a villain but I wanted to include her anyway), please? (I am over 18!)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, impact play, sharing a partner

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

she is a dominant through and through so there is approximately zero chance of getting her to bottom for you

prefers positions where she’s on top, whether she’s riding you (if you have an penis) or penetrating you (if you have a vagina or prefer ass play)

not above handing out punishments for misbehaviour but she does have a very easy to understand set of rules for you to follow — that way she’s assured that your punishment is entirely just and down to your own actions

her punishments can range from mild to severe depending on what your offence was

for example, if it was something mild like using her name rather than her title in bed then she’ll stop and turn you over to give you a good spanking — usually a solid ten on both sides whilst making you count and thank her for each one

but if it’s a more severe offence like touching yourself without permission, then you’ll be in for a wild ride: complete sensory deprivation, orgasm denial combined with something of a rudimentary fucking machine wherein she won’t let you cum until you’re sobbing and begging and promising to never touch yourself again

doesn’t use traditional restraints and prefers to use her magic to keep you in place — though, if you ask, she can cast an illusion to make it look like conventional bondage gear

you do have a safe word and a safe action, but you rarely have to use it since maleficent is very good at reading your body language (and your actual thoughts) in order to know when she should stop

her aftercare is more so focused on physical care but if you seek particularly distressed she will try and talk you through what happened — though let it be known that emotions are not her strong suit

big into all sorts of pain play and is happy to cut, burn, bite, spank or otherwise mark you if you’re up for it

she prefers to be called ‘mistress’ but she might tolerate ‘mummy’ if you’re really insistent

some of her shows of dominance include: spitting into your mouth and expecting you to swallow, grabbing your face to force you to look at her, making you beg for her to touch you and marking you as blatantly as possible

she’d 100% be up for collaring you and using leashes to guide you around — bonus points if you do this whilst kneeling beside her throne, wearing a ball gag and with your hands tied behind your back

she doesn’t mind you being loud as her castle is in an extremely isolated area and the only people that could hear you are her minions

will only give oral as a reward, but is happy to let you kneel and go down on her if you enjoy giving

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You set up a nice surprise for your lover after a long day at work.

Warnings: I’ve decided readers do not get to eat out women enough on this sight, so I needed to write this XD It also involves degradation and bossiness (But you like it XD .). It’s very smutty, which I think goes without saying. Also unedited until tomorrow, as editing is a thing I do on the bus to work the next day. 18+

Humming, you take out a lighter from the pocket in your pretty silk robe as you stand over a dresser covered in candles. After flicking the ignition, you light each wick with care; Making sure to tuck your hair - specially done, so that you’re pretty dang proud of it, - behind your ears so it doesn’t catch aflame itself. Then you move onto the other surfaces you lined with black and white candles.

When you’re finally done, you turn the lights off in the big room, decorated a water feature and lace curtains on either side of wall-to-wall windows, and for a moment just relax and enjoy the atmosphere you’ve created with just a couple - or 6 dozen candles, - and furs strewn over the various surfaces. Beautiful… and affordable, considering Cruella already owned all these furs.

Perking up, you give a grin and pick up the book you’re reading, before flopping contently onto the couch and the soft soft furs against your bare legs, and deciding to read by candle light until your lover arrives for her surprise.

~

30-45 minutes go by, and you’re invested in the pages, warm orange light flickering against them before you when Cruella finally flies through the apartment door and slams it shut behind her. You jump from surprise, pressing the book to your chest as you close your eyes tight. “Cruella,” You hiss, wondering to yourself why, oh why, your feathers continue to get ruffled by this woman.

But then again, you grin. That isn’t always a bad thing.

“… what? No ‘welcome home’, Darling? It is my home, after all. And for some reason… you’ve turned into some kind of… “Her dark eyes shift slowly over your form, sitting there in your carefully crafted outfit of laced-up corset and silk shorts, along with the little silk robe that only reaches your mid-thigh. “Bordello.”

A bark of a laugh bursts out of you, at that. Snapping the book shut in your hands, you hook one leg over the other and set it in your lap. “A bordello! Do I look like a whore to you, Cruella?”

… She just gives an evil smirk; Red lips quacking up at one side. “Perhaps, my dear.”

“A high end one?”

“But of course!” She would only have the best. You both know that.

“Well, that’s what matters.” You grin, unhooking your leg and setting your book aside as you get up to your feet languidly and cross the floor between you and your lover. Creeping your fingers up through feathers spanning over her shoulders, you lace your arms around her neck. “Welcome home~ “

“That’s much better, pet.” She praises you with a patronising lilt to it while you just stand there, mesmerised by the way the lights you lit earlier flicker across her face now like the book you were reading before she came in. Her face is made up as dramatically as usual, all poisonous red lips and shadowy eyes. She’s beautiful. “Now don’t hang off me, darling. You know how I hate it- go spread your legs on the sofa- I know how badly you want to, always.”

Giggling, not because she’s joking because she’s not, but because when she talks to you like that you get a little tingle - and you don’t see the point in pretending like it doesn’t, - , you take your arms slowly away; Allowing them to trace down her body on the way, just enough to feel a hint of breasts, before sighing only slightly wistfully and turning away, rolling your eyes as you do as your told.

As you lay back on the couch, your little robe falls open around you and your hair fans out around your head. You prop one leg up, bent at knee and leaning against the side of the sofa while the other hangs slightly off of the edge; And you wait.

Cruella doesn’t join you right away, of course - you would like that too much, and she’s a little evil, - . Instead she releases herself from the coat with the feathered shoulders she was wearing - ravens feathers. About 3, - and lays it carefully over the back of the couch as she prowls around it; Chin up and proud as always as she appreciates the picture of you waiting for her like that. A slight simper plays at her painted lips as acrylic nails scrape gentle along the back of the sofa.

For some reason, the sound?? The sound, makes a little wetter then you already were.

Its all… a lot. Her hungry, strategic gaze, the sounds of the fire crackling around you and her nails and her heels against the tiled floor, the air prickling against the thin material of your shorts due to your legs being so parted… The anticipation is getting to you, as a little nervous smile slips across your mouth. “Ready?”

“I’ll decide that.” She snaps, stopping on her second time around the sofa to dramatically slam her hands against the backing. Her eyes are sharp as she looks at your face, now, and you slam your lips shut immediately- and that makes her smile. “See, you can be such a good girl sometimes… You just need a little… “Coming up with the perfect word, Cruella gives a flamboyant hand gesture. “Discipline.”

Oh fuck.

“Now close those legs, you tart.” She suddenly demands, as if she hadn’t asked you to open them in the first place and pushes your knee away from the sofa. “And get down to floor. I hope you wore knee-pads, these tiles can be rather hard on the knees… Oh, no? What a shame.”

God, you bite you bottom lip to keep from beaming to widely as you get down to the floor, set up on your knees before the sofa cushions. She’s such a bitch. You lean back only enough for her to get by, as she sweeps around the furniture once more and sits down gracefully, in front of you; her skirt brushing uncaringly across your face as she does this.

“Ugh,” Groaning, Cruella flicks her head to get black and white hair out her eyes and momentarily releases some of the fatigue she’s gathered very the course of her day, to you. “I’ve had a long day at work, pet… I’m utterly exhausted, with putting up with the talentless imbeciles I employ. I need you to show me that not everyone in this world is hopeless, my dear. Do you think you can manage that?” As she’s talking, you nod and slowly gather up the tight cow-skin and taffeta skirt she designed, baring her thighs.

“Mhm… “Your eyes eagerly find her plain black underwear finally, and your mouth waters.

This response is, evidently, not good enough though and Cruella snaps her fingers before your face suddenly, surprising you. “What was that?”

She knows damn sure that you can. “I can, mommy.” You assure her, flashing a confident grin.

She only gives a hum to signify her approval; But its more than enough, for you. “Hmmm… “Then her eyes flash and she tap her foot harshly against your hip. “Well hurry up, then.”

“Yes ma’am.” You quip, before fixing your hair quickly so it wouldn’t get in your way and leaning forward, beginning to rub a thumb slowly up and down her folds through the cotton of her underwear; following the shape of her pussy that you feel. Giving a sigh, she leans back on the couch, into her beloved furs, and closes her eyes; Content now in enjoying her end-of-the-day- err... well, your version, of a tipple.

Getting bored of merely feeling up your goddess of a lover fairly quickly, you reach around her hips and roll her underwear down and off of her, flicking it to the side in favour of going down on her. Your lips find the side of her knee first, as you lift up over your shoulder and push the other one further away in order to clear the runway- your eyes glued gently to Cruella’s perfect cunt. Then you continue kissing her leg, all the way up the soft skin of her thigh and then the top of her hot mound.

Becoming excited, then, your heart beating wildly inside your chest, you bring your thumbs up and part her folds with them; Allowing yourself to assess the sexy mess she already is. God, fuck- you’ve got to taste her. She’s so wet!

So, leaning, in, you finally do so. You lick a deep, experimental strip through her pussy lips, moaning yourself as you do and feeling elated when her hips move and her heel over your shoulder digs into your back; Silently demanding you get closer and get to work.

… Well, you don’t want to disappoint her.

Beginning to lick her at a steady pace, getting faster and faster as her ass starts to lift into your face, you’re forced to let go of her pussy in favour of reaching around to hold her close to your face as you enjoy your meal. You know you must look starved with your mouth on her, devouring her in the absolute dirtiest way possible with your tongue.

Its not until your fully wrap your lips around her cunt that you start making a mess, though. You’re starting to suck her and thrust your tongue, which is not an easy feat but oh so enjoyable for you both, and it causes your spit and her wetness to smear over your face. And you must be doing well, too, because she’s leaking like a busted water tank- all over the furs beneath her.

You’re making lewd as fuck sounds as you slurp her up and fuck her with your talented tongue - you know how to fuck Cruella. You’ve done it plenty of times before… and yet, its always just as good as the first, - and she’s not doing much better- though, in your humble opinion, her husky, rough moans are like music. At your horniest, loneliest moments, you only wish you had it recorded and could just listen to it as you finger yourself alone.

Acrylic talons dig into your scalp eventually, your hair curling around strong fingers as you move your face against her flower and she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. “… I… hope you know that I… expect you to finish your meal, darling… every last bit… “

In response, you just start licking broader- taking as much of her as you can before the main meal, and her grip on your hair tightens at it.

When she’s finally licked to orgasm, she comes messily. The sticky substance squirting out of her like an ode to you, and you just keep on going; Sliding your tongue over her like an ice cream.

Its only when she’s finished coming, that you stop. You fall back onto your heels, and use you thumb to wipe the stuff off your cheeks- before sucking it off like she told you to.

Because you’re a good girl.

She watches this with a sexy smirk; A tired one, after the exertion of coming so hard, but a sexy one all the same with short, thick wisps of her hair having crept into her face and red lipstick on her teeth from having bitten her bottom lip as you sucked at her. When you’re finished with your meal, she curls a finger at you, asking you silently to come.

Smiling, you get up onto your knees again and, without touching her, lead her lead you with her long black - spotted, - nail under your chin to her lips. She kisses her flavour off your tongue and you moan, weak at the knees for her and having to hold onto the couch cushion to stay on them.

“Fuck, Cruella… “You whisper as you part, hands gliding up and down her thighs, now. With a frown, her hand comes to your neck, and drags you right back to her mouth.

Your lips dance a sensual game with eachother, making out slowly but furiously, Cruella never being one for the gentle. When she’s finally done, for now, your lips feel swollen as she presses one hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your neck before leaning back away again.

Eyes half lidded, you watch her in the dim candlelight, as she gets up off the couch and lets her skirt fall again… further, this time. Right down to the ground, in fact, as she stops away from you into the open floor plan. You watch as she undoes the buttons to her waistcoat with her back to you and drops that to floor also, before removing her button up shirt too.

The very fact that she’s undressing in front of you tell you that you are far from done with each other, and this is going to be a long night.

You’re more than alright, with that.

[minhosimthings]

D!ck

Symphony Smut Series Day 3: Doja Cat and Starbo3's D!ck

Lyric: She actin like an addict

Pairings: Husband!Sunoo × fem!wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, pheromone usage, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!Sunoo, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, spitting, sort of a breeding kink, brat reader, swearing, french kisses

A/N: and day 3 has come! I loved writing for Sunoo, cause I've never written for him before and also CAUSE HE'S MY AGE YAAAS. So have some pheromones even though Sunoo doest need those for me to cling onto him

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Buisness trips. So boring weren't they? For the wife of a man who was constantly on them, it was even more so.

"Sunoo another party today?" You're sighed, falling back on the bed as your husband laughed and adjusted his tie in the mirror.

"Im sorry darling, but I've got to attend." Sunoo fixed his hair, carefully combing down a cowlick, "Would you like to come too? You know that blue dress has been laying idle in your cupboard for a long time."

"It's turquoise, Sun." You grumbled, getting up and giving a quick kiss to your husband, before fumbling with his tie, "I'll wear it, only if you agree to give me what I want tonight."

Sunoo chuckled and leaned closer, basically pinning you against the wall, before going in for a deep kiss. His tongue collided with yours painfully, giving you the taste of something you've been wanting to devour for weeks.

"Ngh- Sun" you wanted him to eat you out right there and then.

"Tch tch impatient aren't you?" Sunoo chuckled. You could feel his erection press against your sweatpants, rubbing arousal into you.

"Tonight sunshine." Sunoo caressed your cheek, "I promise. Tonight after the party. Get all pretty for me alright?"

The night was coming too slow for you. All throughout the day, you did nothing but laze around, annoy the cook into teaching you how to make lasagna, failing at making said lasagna, and then speed running a Pokemon game.

But the real treasure of the day were the few minutes before you were getting ready.

Patting down the creases of your perfectly ironed dress, you admired yourself in the mirror, doing a little spin for yourself, and watching as the fabric perfectly spun like a Disney scene. The pearls on your neck stood out too, with their gliterry sheen and the gold embossments.

Reaching into your perfume drawer, you spotted a green coloured tube, which was labelled 'Oil perfume'.

You chuckled at that. Oil perfume, your ass. That, you were certain, was the 'special' perfume Sunoo has gotten you from Italy.

Chuckling like a villain to yourself, you took the greasy substance from the tube and applied it to your neck and wrists, where you knew Sunoo would kiss you, inhaling the intoxicating perfumes of the pheromone, and maybe he'd give you your cake earlier than before.

"Darling, you look stunning." Sunoo greeted you, as you stepped out of your room into the hallway.

"Thank you Sun." You giggled, promptly lifting your wrists up for Sunoo to kiss.

"Nice perfume." Sunoo kissed your wrists more harshly than he usually did.

"Fuck you smell so good."

You had no time to think about anything, as the next second, you were against the wall with Sunoo an inch from your face.

Your tongue danced with his in what seemed to a synchronized tango, the two of you treating each other with as much love and affection that your bodies could exude at the moment. His hands toyed with the hem of your dress, his fingers drawing small circles on your thigh. You brought your hands up to his face when you two pulled away from the kiss, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose. His lips connected themselves to your mouth once more, a smile on his face as he did.

He led you to the top of the bed, laying you down slowly as his body hovered on top of yours. He took a moment to take you in, how the light coming from the curtains accentuated your every feature. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and moving on to your cheeks. "You’re so breathtaking baby." he whispered, his mouth coming to yours as he kissed you with such an intensity you'd never faced before.

He undid your dress after you gave him a curt nod, tossing it off to the side. He pressed his lips to the side of your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on the surface. You moved your neck to give him more access, offering what you could of your body so he could take. his hand moved downward, cupping your breast in his grasp. His fingers rolled around the nipples, pinching and tugging them the way that would have them hardening underneath his grasp. He bit down on your neck, his tongue running over the affected skin to soothe the sting a bit. His mouth moved down to your other breast, engulfing it and treating it the same as the other one.

You brought your hand down to his hair, grasping at the strands as his teeth gently tugged on your nipples. The buds started to erect with every swipe and lick that he took at them, his eyes locking on yours with every movement that he took. Your mouth slightly parted, your breathing starting to grow a little heavier as he stimulated your nipples. He pulled away, leaving a small kiss on the top of your breasts before pressing his lips against your stomach. He trailed kisses all the way down to your cunt, stopping where he knew that you needed him most. His lips moved to your inner thighs, pressing kisses against the delicate flesh. He bit into your right thigh, his fangs leaving their indenture when he pulled away from you.

His mouth eventually did make itself to your cunt, his tongue swiping across your folds to collect the slick that had accumulated. You closed your thighs around his head instinctively, watching as he looked up at you while licking a stripe up your pussy. "Always did taste so good for me, could spend hours buried in this pussy," he spoke up, his tongue going inside your hole after he finished with what he had to say. Your hands made their way to his hair, your fingers gently stroking his hair as he started to push his tongue in and out of you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when your slick coated his tongue, often taking more pleasure in this than you. "Oh fuck, right there," you moaned out, your voice sounding needy as you felt his tongue hit that one spot inside of you.

He moaned, feeling your body shudder beneath him, your muscles clenching tight around his mouth. He moved faster, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed his tongue deeper, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and raspy.

You were right at that moment, feeling your belly pressurize as Sunoo moved like a maniac around your clit. But-

"Oh fuck this." Sunoo spat at your pussy, "I need you inside me."

Your eyes are fixated on his cock that yearns to be inside of your warmth. He pumps his length a few times, drops of precumming spilling out of his sensitive tip as he slowly lines himself up with your drooling entrance. You mewl out lewdly as he pushes himself in, filling you up completely and your palms fly up to his shoulders for purchase. 

You're thankful he prepped you a little bit earlier otherwise you're not so sure if you could take him in one go like this. after a few heartbeats, he rolls his hips slightly, his pelvis rubbing against your puffy clit and you moan softly. 

He picks up the tempo, his thrusts now faster and harder as the room echoes with the sounds of your pleasure and the bed creaking. his strong arms move your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, making the position more intimate but most importantly, making it easier for him to go deeper.

Sunoo's nostrils are flared, taking in the sweet poison of your perfume. He didn't know what was making him act like this, but he loved it.

The kiss on your neck was gentle and innocent compared to the sinful actions being committed with each of his powerful thrusts. With every single drag of your tight cunt against his dick, constantly clenching around him deliberately which forced out a long string of groans as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He dotes on the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name in a choked whisper, your nails clawing down his back. Your cunt pulsing around his cock. Your juices spilling from your hole as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck Sunoo!" you cry as you cream around his cock, cunt tensing around him which pushes him over the edge too. He lets out a broken moan as his warmth fills you up. he stays inside of you for a few moments, not wanting his cum to go to waste. 

"So I guess we'll be skipping the party today?" You look at your husband cheekily.

Sunoo glared at you and gripped your waist more tightly.

"You used that perfume didn't you?" He poked his cheek with his tongue, "Didn't know you were such an impatient slut for me."

"Don't worry darling.

I've not even started yet."

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#203 "Sword"

If Yuu was a Villain and Silver was the Knight coming to save Prince Mal

Yuu*In their Evil Outfit looking down at Knight silver*Heheheh~

Silv*Hand on his sword with a glare*You laugh now but once I thrust my sword into you you will cry for mercy!-

Yuu: OOoooH!I thought you meant another "sword"...*Looks at him a bit disappointed*

Silv*Looks confused but then his face reddens in a crimson color*!!?!

Silv:....DONT SAY SUCH VULGAR THINGS MS/MR/Mx Villain!*Still flustered and avoiding eye contact but pointing his finger at you about how vulgar you are*I-I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!

Yuu*Starts to hug him and rubs his back to comfort him*"Too much teasing...worth it"

Mal*Waiting in bed in an alluring "woe is me" position*....Where is Yuu?*Got himself kidnapped on purpose to be alone with you*

...Who aside I wants to be the flirty villain?

[bro-atz]

betrayal [trope — mingi]

inspired by: shut up flower boy band — kdrama + this post

pair: rockstar!mingi/afab!reader

word count: 4.5k

content: angst, smut, heartbreak, mingi looks like he could kill you but is the sweetest cinnamon roll, (can you believe mingi is the betrayer gasp), reference to past drug use, drinking, smoking, violence, mingi gets beat up, (seonghwa's kind of a dick... and lowkey like a disney villain whoops), safe sex, car sex, bedroom sex, hand kink, tattoo kink, consensual sex

author's note: i actually had a completely different idea in mind, but then @byuntrash101 posted this and i immediately had a much better idea for the series so thank you for the inspiration love 💕 also someone for the love of god tell me how to stop turning drabbles into novellas thx

trope masterlist

Mingi flung his head back and sighed loudly in the dressing room as he stood before the vanity. He felt your presence behind him and immediately spun around, his shaggy hair covering the sadness in his eyes. You took a hesitant step towards him before he lashed out.

“What are you doing here?” Mingi spat out.

You winced. Sure, Mingi looked like he could kill someone, but in the time you knew him, he was the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll.

“I c-came to support you and the boys,” you murmured— it was the truth. You just wanted to support the band you had come to love, but honestly, you also wanted to see Mingi because you missed him. You missed him so fucking much.

“I told you to never let me see you again, Y/N. What is so fucking hard to understand about that?” Mingi huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further.

“But why?” your voice wavered, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Tears actually did spill out of your eyes when you cried, “Why are you doing this? Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please? You break up with me over a phone call and tell me you want nothing to do with me, but you never said why!”

Mingi flinched. He hated seeing you cry, and he desperately wanted to just hug you and dry your tears, but he couldn’t. He had to stay away from you, and he couldn’t figure out a way to keep you away without just telling you to stay away. He wasn’t one to cheat or to move on so easily— hell, he had been performing for years, and it took him years to find someone like you, someone who could make everything go away, someone he could actually fall in love with— so he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. He just needed you to trust him and to just stay away.

“Just get out of my face. Don’t ever come near me again,” Mingi bit out.

He didn’t even brush past you on his way out. He completely avoided you. You fell to your knees and cried as the curtains to the room swished upon his departure.

Before he could even get two steps away from the dressing room, Mingi ran into the one person he did not want to run into.

“Dude, I did what you fucking asked, okay?” he held his hands up and took a step away from him. “I didn’t do shit.”

“I know. I just came to collect,” he responded. “We’ll be out of your hair.”

Mingi nodded and quickly got away before the conversation could persist. He left the venue and slammed the door on his way out. He wanted to just run away into the night, but it was pouring. Of course it was raining. He settled for leaning against the side of the establishment and fishing his carton of cigarettes and his favorite lighter out of his back pocket. He lit one up and took a deep drag before the pain in his heart started to subside.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Mingi heard the bassist’s voice behind him.

“Not now, Yeosang,” Mingi murmured.

“No, dude. Spit it out. One day, Y/N was the love of your life, and the next you’re screaming at her to leave you alone? Nothing’s adding up,” Yeosang pushed further.

“Yeah, we’ll only be able to help you if you tell us what’s going on,” the keyboardist, Yunho, added.

Mingi found himself boxed in by the members of his band and let out his twentieth deep sigh of the day. “Fine,” Mingi mumbled as he took another drag from his cigarette. “But after I tell you guys, I don’t want to hear another word of it. I don’t want to hear her name ever again, got it?”

The men nodded, allowing Mingi to finally reveal what had happened between the two of you.

“Hey, who was that preppy chick in the front row?” the red-headed drummer asked his fellow bandmates.

“Beats me, dude,” Yunho shrugged. “She definitely doesn’t belong here, though.”

“Yeah, she’s like super preppy and shit,” the guitarist giggled.

“Isn’t that your type though, Wooyoung?” the drummer pointed out.

“…Shut up, San,” Wooyoung grumbled.

“It is weird, though. I’ve seen her so many times at our concerts. Is she one of our groupies?” Yeosang asked.

“Are groupies even a thing anymore?” Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

“She’s definitely not a drug dealer from the looks of her,” San mused out loud.

“Okay, that was one time, and she seemed excited to be considered a groupie. I wasn’t talking to her because she sold— and I’m not about that shit! I haven’t done any more since I met you guys!”

“Mingi! Chill, that’s not what he was talking about!” Yunho grabbed Mingi’s shoulder to calm him down before he could throw a tantrum. “Besides, you almost went to jail. We know you don’t do drugs, so you don’t gotta get all defensive on us.”

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Mingi reclaimed his shoulder and adjusted his sweater before plopping to the ground.

“Anyway, that preppy girl— how many shows has she been at now?”

“Eight,” Yeosang answered immediately, only for four pairs of eyes to shoot directly to him and widen. “Not that I’ve been counting! …I’m just observant guys.”

“”Observant”,” Wooyoung mocked.

Before Yeosang could get up to slap the giggling guitarist silly, there was a knock on the dressing room door. Mingi got up and answered the door to see one of the stage managers standing there, a look of irritation on their face.

“Yes?”

“I thought we said you weren’t allowed to give anyone backstage access,” the stage manager said with disgust.

“We didn’t though?”

“Uh, actually…” San interjected and slowly raised his hand, the other four bandmates immediately groaning and yelling at the boy.

“Come on, man— We just talked about this!”

“You seriously suck.”

“That email was literally sent for you, San!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ll handle it!” San held his hands up and scurried out of the room.

“Someone go with him to make sure he isn’t going to do stupid shit,” Yunho sighed while rolling his eyes.

“On it,” Mingi grumbled.

Leaving the other three to apologize profusely to the stage manager, Mingi left in pursuit of San. He got into the lobby of the venue and saw San with his arm already around the waist of the girl he had invited back to the dressing room— that bastard. Mingi made a mad dash for them, only to turn the corner and nearly crash into you, the preppy girl that looked like she didn’t belong at a rock concert, the preppy girl that Wooyoung (and also maybe Yeosang) had a tiny crush on. Well, he nearly crashed into you, but that didn’t stop you from tripping over your own two feet and falling back on your butt.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Mingi apologized as he held out a hand to help you up.

“Can you—” you were about to tell the tall figure off, only to see his face and recognize him as the lead vocalist of your current favorite band: IT’S YOU(TH). “— sign my bra?”

You immediately clapped your hands over your mouth, your face burning red from sheer embarrassment. Mingi couldn’t help but laugh— so many girls had asked him to sign their bras in the past, but no one was ever shy about it, so your reaction to the words flying out of your mouth was honestly hysterical.

“I mean, I can if you want,” Mingi replied, a chuckle still lingering in his voice.

“R-really?” you squeaked.

One signed bra, eleven concerts, sixteen dates, and eighty-eight days later, Mingi was absolutely in love with you. Of course, he would never admit it first, but everyone in IT’S YOU(TH)— and honestly the whole damn world— could tell that the lead vocalist and guitarist of the young up-and-coming rock band was head-in-the-clouds, rose-tinted-glasses, cupid-shot-an-arrow-through-his-soul in love.

“Okay, Miss Astronomer, what am I looking at?” Mingi whispered to you, his lips dangerously near your ear.

IT’S YOU(TH) just finished their set for the night, and Mingi had promised you that he would be right by your side as soon as the concert ended. The two of you had driven way out of the city to the local rural area and laid in the wheat fields while staring up at the night sky. You had promised Mingi a night under the stars when he found out you spent four years of further education to study astronomy and physics, and you were finally delivering on that promise.

“So, that right there?” you whispered back as you started your astronomy lesson. “That’s you.”

“What?”

“That’s the Leo constellation,” you giggled— Mingi wasn’t really one for astrology.

“Oh, I get it,” Mingi responded with a half-hearted laugh, then genuinely asked, “But where is it?”

“Right there,” you responded as you traced the sky.

“Where?”

“Here,” you reached for Mingi’s hand and held it so that his pointer finger would be out. You then brought his hand to the sky and traced it for him with his hand. “Right… There…”

Mingi shifted ever so slightly closer to you the second you held his hand, and you felt his breath hit your neck as he rubbed his nose against your ear. You stifled a little moan mixed with a giggle and brought his hand down, his fingers lacing with yours as he did so.

“Can I… Tell you about my favorite star?” you asked him as you turned your head to face his.

“Tell me.”

You completely turned your body and scooted closer to him, his own body turning so he could face you properly. He let go of your hand so he could move his arm under your head to rest, and you snuggled into his soft chest. You placed your hand lightly on his chest and whispered, “This one. You’re my favorite star.”

“God, princess, you’re so cheesy,” Mingi rolled his eyes, but he had the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re also the brightest star, the prettiest star, the sexiest star,” you continued.

“I’m sexy, you say,” Mingi’s baritone voice dropped further, sending tingles of excitement down your spine.

“Of course you’re sexy. Your messy, dark hair, your smokey eyeshadow, your dark eyeliner,” you started listing, your fingers running through his hair then tiptoeing down his face. “Your beautifully angled nose, your… Soft… Lips…”

Your eyes lingered on his lips— eighty-eight days, and he had yet to kiss you. Well, he had kissed you, but he gave you those fleeting kisses, the kisses so quick that if you blinked, you’d miss them. Or, he’d kiss you “properly”, but those were usually on your forehead or cheek or shoulder— basically everywhere but your lips.

So, when he held your chin with a soft yet somehow still firm grip and tilted your chin up, your entire body flushed with warmth, with anticipation. Then, when his lips pressed against yours, you felt like you were soaring. You always imagined his lips were going to be soft since you spent so much of your time staring at them when he was on stage singing his heart out, and they were so much softer than you could imagine.

One kiss, then he leaned back, his eyes slightly darting back and forth as he observed your facial expression. Your rosy cheeks and small smile, your eyes turning into half crescents and sparkling brilliantly— God, Mingi loved all of it. So he kissed you again, a little more drive and passion behind the second one, and the intensity of his kisses only increased the more he kissed you.

You clung to him as his hand cupped your face, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck and making you even more flustered. Your breaths and sighs mixed with his as your gentle string of kisses got heavier and hotter.

“What else?” Mingi asked in between kisses breathlessly. “What else do you find sexy?”

“Your neck tattoos.” Kiss. “Your hand tattoos.” Kiss. “Your nails.” Kiss. “Your rings.” Kiss. “Your style.” Kiss. “Your voice.” Kiss. “You.”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, princess,” Mingi groaned, sending shivers down your spine.

Mingi forcefully disconnected himself from you, making you whimper and nearly whine. He stood up quickly, and before you could even begin to pick yourself up, he scooped you off the ground and carried you to his car. Unlocking it, he laid you down in the back seat and got in with you, his lips mashing into yours the second the car door closed.

His body rolled into yours as his hands roamed your body, your own restless hands tugging at his clothes, begging him to take them off. The sounds of your feverish lip locks with Mingi overpowered the rustling of your clothes and the clinks of his belt as they hit the ground one by one, leaving you completely naked and Mingi in just his underwear. You didn’t know when he managed to, but Mingi grabbed the condom he had stashed in his wallet and tucked it into the waistband of his underwear.

You wanted to ask why he was waiting to, for lack of better words, give it to you, but all of the thoughts and questions in your head disappeared in a heartbeat when Mingi traced two light fingers along your folds. A sigh of pleasure rippled out of your lungs when you felt his fingers slide through your slick and curl within you, the tips of his fingers digging softly into your walls. You could feel his rings press against your folds— they had yet to enter you. But, when he pulled his fingers out then shoved them right back in, he went further, his rings pushing past and into your cunt.

“Oh shit! Mingi!” you moaned loudly as he fingered you consistently and roughly. “Fuck, it feels so good!”

“Just keep moaning prettily like that for me, princess,” Mingi rasped as he added a third finger to the mix, his other hand beginning to massage your breast.

Your nails left red marks on his shoulders as you clung to him, your fingers and toes curling with every stroke. You bit your lower lip every so often so keep your moans to a minimum, but all hope was lost when his thumb started circling your clit, one circle for every stroke, and it definitely didn’t help when he started spreading his fingers inside you and pinched and tugged your nipple. You raked your fingers through Mingi’s hair and pulled him closer to you as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your loud moan sounding through the car.

“Princess, did you cum?” Mingi asked, although he didn’t need to know because he could feel your walls convulsing around his fingers.

You let out a little noise and nodded weakly, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Mingi caressed your face and wiped the tears away quickly before kissing you softly.

“Mingi,” you whimpered in between kisses. “I want you in me.”

You thought was going to laugh at the desperation in your voice, but he did anything but. He sat up and stroked your thigh gently as he said, “I’m going to need you to relax, okay?”

Mingi shed his boxers to reveal his massive cock. He just told you to relax, yet you couldn’t help but tense up when you saw what he was working with because he was fucking huge. It only made you even more fearful when you saw the letters XXL on his condom packet.

“Princess, just relax, okay?” Mingi instructed again softly.

He leaned down again and distracted you with his soft lips. His large hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, the length of his cock rubbing against your clit before pushing in slowly. You did your best to focus on kissing Mingi and tighten your hold on him to get yourself to loosen up to the best of your ability, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his like cock was going to tear you a new one.

Mingi kept his lips on yours as he moved slowly and calmly, his dick not completely leaving your body nor going all the way inside. He was just warming you up, but you felt like you were about to combust into flames with the way he was making you feel. You moaned and cried into his kisses while he grunted, his own restraint starting to weaken— he didn’t want to hurt you, at least not the first time the two of you had sex together.

The car bounced and shook when Mingi’s last string of self-control snapped. His cock filled you up and went so far deep inside you that you thought he was going to bruise your cervix. The sound of your sloppy kisses and heavy breaths and the raunchy squelches of his cock moving in and out of your soaking cunt harmonized, the sounds nearly escaping the confines of the car. What did escape, though, was your crying moan when Mingi rubbed against your G-spot and hit your cervix at the same time. The two of you came together, Mingi’s low groan ringing in your ears.

You were practically knocked out when Mingi pulled out of you, your weak and trembling hands struggling to push your sweaty hair away from your forehead. Mingi watched with slight amusement as you slowly started to regain your sanity.

“You look so pretty right now, princess,” Mingi said softly, nearly cooing. “I just want to see you disheveled like this under me all the time.”

“Tell me when and where, and I’m there, rockstar.”

After 100 days of being together, the problem started to arise.

“Hey, pretty princess,” Mingi greeted you as he walked into the coffee shop for your coffee date.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you greeted right back.

Mingi leaned down and kissed your lips quickly before taking the seat in front of you. He reached for your hands and held them, your hands fitting perfectly in his.

“Did you order yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, for both of us.”

Right on cue, one of the baristas announced your drinks were ready. Mingi got up and quickly returned with the drinks in hand. He set both the drinks down, your eager hands immediately picking up your iced one.

You only got to take one sip of your drink when your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller id and immediately declined the call before setting your phone face down on the table, Mingi warily watching all of your actions.

“Who was that?”

“Spam,” you replied with a frown— you hated lying to him, but to be fair, the caller was spamming you, and you had no intention of ever picking up the calls.

“Ugh, hate that,” Mingi grimaced.

“Tell me about it.”

The phone calls persisted. Every time the two of you went on a date or hung out or did anything together, you would get the “spam” calls. Mingi didn’t think much of it at first because spam calls usually were very annoying, but he started to worry when you phone would ring two, three, even four times in a row no matter how many times you declined the call.

“Hnngh— Harder! Fuck— Faster!” you shrilled as Mingi fucked you from behind. “Ugh, Mingi, so good!”

Your face was nearly smashed into your mattress as Mingi ruthlessly stuffed his large cock in your tight hole. He grunted loudly and affirmatively as he gripped your ass harder, his rings digging into your skin, your skin getting redder with his occasional slap.

Mingi was the first to notice. Your phone was on the nightstand, and it was ringing. He slowed his pace so he could reach over and grab it to decline the call on your behalf. He tossed your phone onto the bed near your hand and upped his tempo while pulling your ass higher into the sky.

And yet, your phone rang again. You quickly declined it before Mingi could notice, but he did. It was when it rang for the third time that Mingi had enough.

“Princess,” he grunted. “Gimme your phone.”

“W-why?”

“Just gimme.”

You unlocked your phone and pushed it backwards towards him— you trusted Mingi, so you had no problem doing as he asked. And Mingi didn’t abuse that trust. He simply opened the call log and saw the sea of red missed or declined calls, all of them from the same, unsaved number. He blocked the number and locked your phone before setting it back on the nightstand where it originally was, then he continued to fuck your brains out.

Mingi wanted it to be done then and there, which technically it was because you blocked the number, but that didn’t stop a bad feeling from manifesting within him.

“Yo, Mingi, you gonna meet us at the restaurant?” Yunho asked the singer.

“Yeah, I’m gonna call Y/N first—”

“You mean your pretty princess?” San teased— your name on Mingi’s phone was “pretty princess”, and the guys teased him all the time for it.

“Your pretty preppy princess?” Wooyoung piled on.

“Yes, my pretty princess. Go choke on some soju,” Mingi frowned and shooed the boys away.

The four other members of IT’S YOU(TH) skipped cheerfully away, leaving Mingi alone by his car. He started calling you only for someone to grab his phone.

“IT’S YOU(TH), huh? Cute.”

Mingi whipped around, his jaw tensing as he got ready to beat the shit out of whoever stole his phone from him.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude? Give my phone back, or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Mingi warned aggressively.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the same voice said.

Stepping closer to him, a man with a flowery charm but deadly eyes appeared before Mingi. He dangled his phone as he stood before him, riling Mingi up further. He tightened his fist and prepared to swing, only for two pairs of arms to restrain him. The two people behind him brought Mingi down to his knees and kept him there, one man kneeling on his back while the other had a fistful of Mingi’s hair tight in his grasp.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mingi asked, his anger intensifying. “If it’s money, I’ll give you however much you want.”

“I don’t need your money, guitar boy. I want Y/N.”

“What?”

The man crouched in front of Mingi and held his phone up, the lock screen of you and Mingi shining brightly. He pointed at you and said, “I want Y/N back.”

“Oh, you’re a crazy ex-boyfriend,” Mingi couldn’t help but scoff. “Listen, she’s not one for me to give back. She likes me, so she’s dating me. She doesn’t like you, so she’s not dating you. It’s her choice, dude.”

Without a warning, the guy punched Mingi in the face. Mingi’s cheek immediately started bleeding, his eye throbbing with pain. Before he could recover from the shock of the punch, the man sent a mean hook into his jaw, Mingi’s head flying to the side. The guy behind him held his head back up, forcing Mingi to make eye contact with the asshole that just punched him.

“She didn’t break up with me because she stopped liking me, you asshole. She broke up with me because of you.”

Mingi didn’t bother responding— villains usually always revealed everything without being prompted.

“Ever since she went and saw your cute little band, she told me she “fell in love with you” and that she would literally “do anything” for you. Someone like you with your fucking pretty boy make up and your painted nails and your criminal face tattoo,” the man sneered in Mingi’s face. “Someone like you of all fucking people.”

“Seonghwa,” one of the men behind Mingi uttered. “Get to the point.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hongjoong,” the man, who Mingi could now identify as Seonghwa, snapped. Turning back to Mingi, Seonghwa continued, “She was still dating me the day you signed her fucking bra. And then the concert after that, you fucking asked her out, and she said yes and dropped me in a heartbeat.”

“How is that my fault?! I asked her out, but she could’ve said no!” Mingi argued.

“It’s you and your fucking band’s fault for even existing, you asshole!”

Seonghwa grabbed the collar of Mingi’s shirt and pulled him up, the two other men behind Mingi still holding onto him.

“Hongjoong, Jongho, let go. I want to beat this guy up,” Seonghwa hissed.

“Seonghwa, calm down—”

“Fucking drop his ass!”

Hongjoong and Jongho let go of Mingi, and Seonghwa immediately swung before Mingi could stop him. Mingi fell to the ground, allowing Seonghwa to start kicking the shit out of him. He couldn’t even get away from Seonghwa, but thankfully, his two friends held him back.

“Do you really think Y/N is going to want to be with you if you do shit like this?”

“Don’t give her a reason to hate you, dude.”

“Ugh, fine!” Seonghwa admitted defeat before shaking his friends off. “But you, Song Mingi, you better break up with her or else.”

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” Mingi scoffed.

“No. I’ll destroy the rest of your band.”

The color in Mingi’s face drained. He could handle someone threatening him, but the thought of anyone from IT’S YOU(TH) getting hurt because of him or disbanding because of him was terrifying to him.

“Y-you… You wouldn’t.”

“I can, and I will. Break up with Y/N, and you and your band can sing your silly songs for the rest of time. Stay with her, and I’ll drive everyone in your life away from you.” Seonghwa tossed Mingi’s phone back to him. He crouched in front of him and added, “You have ’til the next concert.”

With that, Seonghwa and his friends left Mingi next to his car bleeding, afraid, and alone.

“That’s why your eye was black?” Yeosang asked with shock.

“Yes.”

“Mingi… I’m so sorry,” San sounded like he was about to cry.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have to choose like that. Her ex-boyfriend is a complete psychopath!” Wooyoung added just as emotionally.

The three boys smothered Mingi with hugs while Yunho stood a little bit away, a frown plastered to his face.

“Alright, but now you all will drop it, right?” Mingi grunted as he tried to escape the group hug.

The boys nodded and verbally agreed. They started to head back inside, but Mingi stayed outside to burn through another cigarette. Yunho stayed with him.

“Don’t say anything, man. I know you,” Mingi sighed as he fished out his carton of cigarettes again.

Yunho didn’t say anything. Instead, he gave Mingi a silent hug, his hand petting the back of the singer’s head. Tears welled up in Mingi’s eyes. He dropped his face into Yunho’s shoulder and hugged the keyboardist back as he silently sobbed about his broken heart.

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