#except it would turn kinky immediately but also

[froggysgirl]

2 hours left to get a quarter of my grade submitted and I’m on tumblr, please kindly slap me directly in the face

[ozzgin]

I looveee the Monsters x Heartbreaker reader. Especially how reader is a b**ch.

So what about a motherly reader with the monsters? I do love to give those monsters an awakening breeding kink and future family when they meet motherly reader lmao

TW: monster smut, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

I think it definitely adds another layer of possessiveness. Reader is not only a player, but also a caring Darling who just happens to be hornier than the average person. So she will lovingly accept the courting of any monster, with a lot of preparation and plenty of aftercare.

The realization doesn't immediately settle in. Obviously they've never dealt with a human before, so pregnancy is borderline ridiculous and out of the question. The monsters just follow their instincts and filling Reader with their seed is merely a kinky finale to their play.

And then it happens. Maybe it's a pregnancy scare, maybe more knowledge comes to light, but the important conclusion is that Reader can indeed be bred. It's the ultimate way to mark their territory and permanently brand her as theirs. What better way to say "She's mine" than turning her into the mother of their children? Bite marks, scratches, rough handling, they all go away with time. This is permanent.

Except, you know, this flawless logic implies there's not a horde of suitors waiting for their turn. "You're all mine", but multiply it by Lord knows how much. Yet, regardless of the reasoning, the urge prevails. No rational approach would convince the beasts in heat that they should take a step back. Even the ancient, all-knowing eldritch creature is clouded by tremendous jealousy at the idea that some other pathetic brute would gain the upper hand with Reader. Absolutely not.

It's a terribly crass way of putting it, but once this desire develops within the monsters, Reader will be dripping every step of the day. Whatever was happening under the sheets before has now turned into who can fill Reader up the most.

*insert multiple gas pumps meme*

(Ah, yes, that's where the Breeding Olympics from the previous ask come in. I almost forgot. Naturally, only the best of the best may have the chance to procreate with the one and only human of their realm. Funded by the Mayor of Monstertown, the historical event will ensure that Reader doesn't waste her time - and birthing resources - with anything less than elite.)

[meowzfordayz]

caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm  getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

The Most Innocent Sinner

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: For everyone, she's the shy, pure, little Y/n. Dating Dean Winchester is like going on dates with the complete opposite of her. So it is a very nice surprise when Dean learns how kinky she actually is by finding her collection of sex toys.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Content warning: Sex toys, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk

Square filled: Dildos for @spnkinkevents / “Now that’s something you definitely shouldn’t try at home.” for @jacklesversebingo / masturbation for @anyfandomkinkbingo / “Unfortunately, I’m turned on by that.” for @anyfandomgoesbingo

A/n: Finding a title is so hard. I got stuck on this one for way too long. Big thanks to my friends that helped me!

From the outside, Y/n looked like a Saint. Cute, she wasn't very tall and almost sickly shy, and her social anxiety didn't help her case at all. 

Since she didn’t have many friends, Y/n spent her time at the library surrounded by stories that made her forget how alone she felt. The characters on these yellowed sheets would never judge or criticize her, it was a comfort in which she really liked to immerse herself, especially after a hard day.

It was also where she met the Winchester brothers for the first time.

For someone like Y/n, the complete opposite of popular, invisible to people even when she was in the same room with them, the Winchesters were the pinnacle of perfection. Bodies built like gods, well-defined faces, piercing eyes, they gave off a strong and dominating aura that attracted the gaze of everyone in their path. And Y/n was no exception.

The moment the two brothers walked near her table at the library, there was no longer any need to read. Her book closed by itself in front of her, as she no longer held it open, her eyes fixedly stuck on the two men. Following their directions with her gaze, she turned her head, almost hurting her neck.

The colors around her suddenly seemed more vivid. The sounds, sweeter to the ear. She strained her ear to better listen to their conversations. And it was then that the stories she loved reading so much... Became reality.

Y/n had always had a habit of making herself fade away. Not wanting to attract attention, remaining discreet and making herself as small as possible. But the moment she saw them, it was like a light bulb went on inside her, and filled her with a life she had never really felt. And she decided to change that.

She didn’t want to hide anymore.

It was an adventure awaiting her, just like in her books. Filled with villains, monsters, but also angels, laughter, food and finally, a place where she belonged. It didn't take long for her to take part in their lives, quickly becoming a full member of their families. Although she wasn’t trained to be in the field hunting monsters, her lifelong experience of extensive reading was too vital and important to refuse her help.

Initially, Y/n was assigned to research. It was perfect for her, she could show them how efficient she was at this task so they would give her more to do eventually. Quickly, she climbed the ranks in the Winchesters' trust and became closer to them.

Everything about her personality was perfect to fit with Sam's. And yet, as the months stretched into years, she inevitably grew closer to Dean. Some will say that opposites flock together, and they are not wrong. Dean was the opposite of Y/n, stubborn, he didn't hesitate to say what was on his mind and loved seeing the adorable expression that invaded her face when he made inappropriate or worse, sexual comments. Immediately, Y/n would disappear from the room almost like magic, or she would become so embarrassed that he took pity and immediately changed the subject.

Y/n had a purity that Dean never had, and it was one of the reasons why even after all this time knowing her, he was still reluctant to let her come with them on hunts. Or even to involve her in anything that could endanger her or defile this purity. If he could keep her from losing that sparkle in her eyes, he would, no matter the cost.

After a few months of dating, Y/n finally agreed to live in the bunker with them. Dean helped her move in, putting her things in a room other than his, and although not sharing the same bed disappointed him a little, he understood why. She wasn't ready, and he insisted on her comfort. He was willing to wait for her as long as it took.

“If I had known you had that many boxes, I would have brought in extra hands,” Dean huffed, placing yet another heavy box on the ground. Straightening up, he raised his arms above his head to stretch his back.

“Sorry, all my books,” Y/n shrugged and lowered her head, embarrassed.

With a quick wave of his hand, Dean signaled that it was nothing. “It only takes a little longer but it’s no problem,” he quickly said to reassure her, so she wouldn’t feel bad about having so much stuff. After all this time knowing her, he knew how important her books were to her.

Her 500 books which weighed bricks to transport…

“I'll go get another box,” she accepted Dean's answer and as she passed him on her way out, left a quick kiss on the cheek. It was Dean's turn to react, his face quickly turning red.

“Okay, in the meantime, I'm going to start…” Glancing at the mountain of cardboard, Dean sighed again. “Cleaning a little…”

Sam wasn't there. Although he proposed his help for moving her stuff in, Dean's ego was more powerful. As a boyfriend, he had to take care of his girlfriend himself. Without help. Showing her that he was there for her, and that she would always be his priority.

Dean had been in several relationships in the past. And he loved each woman with all of his soul. But each time, his work, his family or the apocalypse had forced him to leave. It had been a very difficult task each time, but he had done it.

Just the thought of leaving Y/n had the same effect as losing a limb. It was unthinkable.

Ah shit. He was in love.

Him, in love?

It was the first time.

… Wait a minute.

He was in love with her.

This realization hit him harder than he expected. Dean took a few steps back, his head spinning quickly. He was in love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Never in his entire life had he felt this kind of thing for someone, feelings so strong, so true. When they were together, he felt so good, like he had finally found the thing he was missing. The person he needed.

Dean took another step back, and inevitably, his legs encountered a box. He lost his balance and, trying not to cause a landslide, had to hold himself against the nearest thing… Another box.

This one was strangely and unfortunately lighter than the others and failed to stop him from doing damage. Luckily, Dean kept his balance and avoided the embarrassment of falling on his butt, but the box fell to the ground.

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled as he hurried to pick it up. As he took it, he noticed that it was not closed properly. It was definitely not his plan to go through Y/n's personal belongings, but when he opened the box to close it better, he couldn't help but see what was inside.

And it wasn't his fault. The first item on top was a box that displayed the inscription of its contents, and his curiosity, well… took care of the rest.

“What the…” taking the item in question, Dean examined it. His hunter's eye detected every detail, inscriptions, the wear on the cardboard and even the place where the packaging had once been sealed before opening. The sticky paper seemed to have been removed so quickly, the color of the cardboard remained stuck on it. It was exactly as if its owner, eager to have the object, hadn’t been concerned by the breakage of its packaging.

SO. It was still possible that the contents were not what was written in black and white on the packaging. It was still a possibility. Dean understood, it was his duty to get to the bottom of it once and for all. Otherwise, the question would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Heart racing for no good reason, Dean placed his fingers where the paper was torn off and pulled the tab. Then, breathless, he opened the box and peered inside.

“Son of a bitch,” his mouth breathed along with the last of his oxygen. No... he couldn't believe it. As if he needed further proof that his eyes had already given him, Dean reached into the box and pulled out the object.

It was still in its bag, but an opening proved its frequent use. Both soft and very hard, it was of regular size and of a pretty pink shade. Dean didn't need to take it out of the bag to know that underneath was the little hole to get charged, the wire still in the box.

In his hand, Dean held the thing he never thought he would hold… Let alone find among his girlfriend's stuff. The sweet, pure, shy Y/n.

Scared that she would come back and see him like this, Dean quickly put the pink dildo vibrator back in its box. A thousand questions swirled through his mind and his heart still hadn't stopped pounding in his ribcage. In his eagerness and nervousness, Dean almost dropped the box, so he had to pull himself together to put it back exactly where he had found it.

And that was when he saw them.

There were plenty of them. A dozen even. Some had their original packaging, others had boxes without inscription. Curiosity rose in Dean who forgot the presence of his girlfriend and owner of these toys in the bunker. It was like suddenly he was alone in the world as he began to pull out everything he had in front of his eyes, his pupils dilating with each new discovery.

Small portable vibrator. One that looked like a butterfly, insertable and vibrant. A… dolphin? A flesh-colored dildo, including ball and base with suction. A magic staff. Purple, pink, black, the colors were added one after the other. And then suddenly...

Dean came across the largest box.

It was curiously and surprisingly big for what was inside. Dean couldn't help it. It was heavy, there was no doubt about the contents, but he had to see it with his eyes, hold it in his hands, and absorb reality.

It couldn't be that big... right?

And oh my god.

“Now that’s something you definitely shouldn’t try at home…”

Examining it from every angle, he still couldn't understand. The words “bad dragon” were forever imprinted in his brain along with the image of that purple and blue hued dildo. It was imposing, as tall as it was wide, and the different textures were strange but pleasant to the touch. And inevitably, his brain went in that perverse direction he imagined...

Her moans filled the room and the echo was carried throughout the whole bunker. Sounds of pleasure? No. Of frustration. She moaned as she tried as best she could to get the dildo into her entrance, which was still too tight for such a monster. But her determination only grew with her goal, and the idea alone of being able to have all those inches inside her was so exciting that she almost didn't need any lube.

“Oh fuck,” breathed through her lips as the head of the toy finally pierced the breach. Her head tilting back, she wiggled on the dildo to widen her entrance to accommodate the rest. Kneeling over the toy made it easier for her to maneuver her body and part her lips for guidance. And when finally the dildo was inside her, a long sigh of relief mixed with the pleasure of having succeeded hissed between her lips.

“I love the view…”

Dean hadn't missed a single thing. Standing in the doorway, he watched, admired, and nourished himself with the magnificent view before him. Kneeling on the bed facing him, she knew he was there. Even though her eyes were closed, she felt his presence, heard his heavy breathing. And then there was the rustling of his clothes every time he adjusted his position or reached for his swollen crotch.

It was one of the hottest things she had ever experienced. The desire was so strong it was palpable. The smell of sex filled the room. A moan passed her lips as she opened her eyes to look at him, her breath leaving her lungs, making the air almost unbreathable because it was so saturated.

"Oh. No."

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground brought him back to consciousness. Then it took him several seconds to realize the voice that had spoken just before the impact, what it had said and who it belonged to. Turning towards the door, Dean's eyes were wide open, the green almost disappearing from his irises because his pupils were so dilated.

Her face was not in any better condition. As her eyes, wide with fear and shame, moved between what he was holding and the box behind him and finally settling on him, Dean could see the embarrassment quickly filling her being.

“What is this?”

Still shocked by his discovery and what it implied, these words were the first and only ones that had managed to escape his lips. Obviously, he knew what it was, and what it was for. However, he needed to hear it from her mouth. To confirm what his eyes had already understood.

His question only made her more uncomfortable.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she muttered under her breath, lowering her head and crossing the distance between them to grab the dildo and remove it from the hunter’s hands. All this to hide the evidence that had already been consumed, unfortunately. “Please, forget about it,” she pleaded, still refusing to meet his gaze. Her hand resting next to Dean's on the dildo, she tried to take it back, but was surprised to see that he didn't want to let it go. “Dean?”

“It’s impossible,” his voice was low, almost a breath lost in the tension of the air. “Unfortunately… I’m turned on by that. And here I thought you were all pure and shy…” Taking a pause in his words only made the state Y/n was in worse. Next to Dean, she felt his breath against her cheek, and the heat of his body. It was heavy, his chest moving in time with his harsh breathing. As if he had to do everything to hold back. “I waited for you to be ready, and I'll still wait but… Y/n…” As she still refused to raise her head and meet his gaze, Dean took his other hand, the one that wasn't holding the dildo, to gently lift Y/n’s chin. “Thinking about you touching yourself with that… oh fuck, it’s hot, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” A shy smile appeared on her lips, her eyes watering at how she was embarrassed but still... Very excited by this idea.

“Oh yeah,” Dean swallowed, his green eyes darting from Y/n's lips to her eyes, then back to her lips. Like two magnets held too far apart, but at the same time too close, it was inevitable.

Dean pressed his mouth to Y/n’s, kissing her forcefully. The dildo was quickly put aside, both needing their hands to touch the other. Dean placed his on Y/n's waist, and her around his neck. Her nails scratched the soft part of his neck, leaving red marks he would never see. It was intense, they almost devoured each other with an insatiable appetite. Opening her lips, Y/n stuck her tongue out barely, just enough to give access to Dean who was quick to push his tongue into her mouth. The kiss became languorous, messy, even, and Y/n backed into a box and almost fell. Dean broke the kiss to ask if she was okay, but she silenced him by replacing her lips on his to continue the kiss.

Their mouths didn't leave each other as clothes flew around the room, some getting stuck on boxes while others fell to the floor. Eventually, they managed to maneuver through the mountains of boxes to get to the bed. Y/n plopped down on the mattress and laughed against Dean’s mouth which only took a second to find its way back to hers. Now both were shirtless and their hands explored each other without stopping.

Finally, Y/n broke the kiss to speak.

“I want you to watch me.”

“What?” Dean was panting, his erection so painful in his pants he was afraid it would explode at the slightest touch. Like a hungry lion demanding its prey, he tried to grab Y/n's lips but she refused him access by placing her fingers between them.

“I want you to watch me use the toy…” If she was an angel a few moments ago, the Y/n he had, lying under him on the bed, half naked, was a little devil hidden under the appearance of a Saint.

Just the thought of seeing her in real life masturbating with the monster he had found made Dean gulp and push himself up so he was on his knees. His face was so red, he had trouble understanding how there could still be blood in his length.

“Are you sure? I mean, I… I can’t say no to that, fuck, but… I don’t want you to feel forced or…”

“Dean,” she interrupted, a smile tugging at her lips. “I really want to. And I know you want it too.” Y/n took a deep, slightly shaky breath before continuing. “So… Bring me the one you want me to use… And get comfortable.”

Dean swallowed and looked at his girlfriend's face. Since he had known her, they had never been this far in their intimacy. And he would never have imagined that she had this in her. Obviously he was surprised, but it was a very pleasant surprise. Like an excited child on Christmas morning, Dean rushed to the box of adult toys and once again admired all the choices presented to him. Each of them infused an image, each more erotic than the other, into his mind. For a moment, he hesitated to take the monster he had found shortly before, but decided that for now, this view was better in his mind. And he didn't want to embarrass Y/n even more than she was, what she was proposing was very intimate, very sexy, but also terribly hard to do. To open up like this, to show yourself like this...

Dean returned to his girlfriend, a box in hand. “This one,” he held out the box, knowing full well what it contained. Y/n took it, hesitated for a few seconds while staring at it in her hands. Just as Dean was about to repeat that she didn't have to, that they could continue to just makeout and that was okay, she opened the box and took out the toy.

It was a simple one. No vibration, just a flesh colored dildo with suction at the bottom. It wasn’t the biggest she owned, but it was still big, almost as big as Dean’s cock. So to see her use this, he could easily picture him in her…

Just the thought sent another wave of arousal down his pants.

“Do you need a moment, or lube or…” Dean was still standing up near the bed as she was on her knees on the mattress. For the first time, he was clueless and didn't know what to do. And yet, it was not his first time, nor the last, that he had more kinky moments with his partner. But Y/n was different, she wasn't just his sexual partner, but the woman he loved. And the prospect of getting even closer and more intimate was worth more than any sex he could have.

“I want you to watch the whole thing,” Y/n replied, lifting her ass off the mattress just enough to undo her pants and pull them down along with her panties with just one hand. In an almost expert manner, she finished undressing herself with one hand, her other never letting go of the toy. “You can sit down, you know,” she laughed when she saw Dean still standing where he was, stiff as a stick.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he sat on the edge of the bed and turned his body towards her. It was like he was back at 15 with the most popular girl in school, ready for his first time. Nervousness filled his entire being, along with excitement, and if he wasn't so experienced years later, his erection would have disappeared or he would have come prematurely in his pants.

Dean silently thanked all the girls he had in the past that strengthened his stamina.

“How do you want me to use it?” 

Dean could see how nervous she was. It was the first time she was completely naked in front of him, and her body was shaking ever so slightly, shivers that covered her soft skin in goosebumps. But yet, through that nervousness, she was freaking sexy. Still kneeling, she was slowly stroking her intimacy with the toy, coating it with her wetness. And without asking, Dean knew she wouldn’t need any lube.

“Just… Like this, you can ride it…” The words got out of his mouth by automatism. Truth was, Dean was half there now, so excited and focused on her, a part of his mind was shut down. It was so hot, he couldn’t detach his eyes from her body, the way the toy rubbed through her lower lips, how her hips rocked back on it, and her face, so soft, so cute, so embarrassed… With eyes burning in a strong passion.

“Okay,” she whispered. Time seemed to slow down. Dean could feel his heart beating in his head and in his crotch, the intensity growing with each movement she made. Straightening up, she placed the dildo behind her, careful to align it with her entrance, and opened up her legs to let Dean continue watching. 

And he could see it all.

It was better than everything he could ever imagine.

The toy was big, but she was probably very wet and very used to it, because it didn’t take long for her to lower down on it. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared into her entrance until it was almost completely gone. Her body was bent back, her chest glistening with sweat and the cutest moan left her lips.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned. It was too much, so he rushed to open his pants, just enough to free his aching cock. The simple touch sent thousands of electrical shocks of pleasure through his body, but still, his eyes were fixed on her. “You’re so hot, I don’t think I’ll last long,��� he held the base of his cock stronger to avoid his climax.

“I don’t think I’ll last long either,” she whimpered. She had started moving already, slowly, up and down on the toy. Since she was on the bed, the succion was useless and she had to hold it with one hand. Dean could see how wet she was on the dildo, and imagined how warm it had to be inside.

Another groan whistled through his teeth.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, picking up speed. “It feels so good… Dean… Look at me…”

He didn’t notice, but his gaze was so focused on the toy and her pussy, he didn’t even look at her face. Blinking hard, he looked up, and when he saw her face, twisted in pleasure, he couldn’t help it.

His hand started moving on his cock at the same rhythm as her.

“Can’t wait to be inside of you,” Dean muttered through his rashing breath. “Must feel so warm in there, and you’re so wet, fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

As an answer, she moaned and closed her eyes for a second. But quickly, she set her gaze on him again, even if it had to be the most embarrassing thing she ever did. She wanted to watch him watch her, watch him stroke his cock, watch him cum with her. “Soon… I promise, soon, you’ll have me, you’ll fuck me as much as you want, whenever you want… I'm ah... All yours, Dean..."

"Y/n." Dean could only say that. Again and again, moaning her name as she continued moving on the toy. "Y/n..."

"Dean, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m…”

It was stronger than her. Never before did she come with only a dildo in her, it always took her hands or a vibrator on her clit to reach the end. But right now, in front of her boyfriend masturbating with her, it was too much. It felt so good. 

In an explosion of pleasure, her orgasm ripped through her in a scream. She closed her eyes, her body shaking, her wetness flooding under her and on her bed. But she so didn’t care about this right now.

It took a few moments for her to regain her hearing back, and a few more moments to open her eyes. It was strong, and she suddenly felt so tired, like the world came crashing back on her. Feeling like she could sleep for a whole day without waking up.

Y/n landed her eyes on the man in front of her. Dean had his head bent back, eyes closed, mouth parted. Lower, his cock was still a bit hard, and his release was covering his hand.

“Oh,” she said sadly, realizing she didn’t see him cum. At least, they came together.

“Oh,” Dean repeated, finally opening his eyes to land them on her. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and done,” he admitted, a silly smile filling up his face. So he was too, drunk on pleasure.

“Yeah,” she admitted, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. Wow. They did it. They actually did it. Her joy, thought, left her face quickly as she realized something. “Fuck.”

“What is it?” Dean immediately went on protective boyfriend mode when he heard the change in her voice.

“I think I…” Y/n’s voice was small, so small and shy as she lifted herself from the spot she was in, removing carefully the dildo from her, and looked at the mess she made. “It never happened before, but now my bed… I don’t think I can use it anymore… Oh no…”

“Sweetheart,” Dean rushed to her side, quickly putting himself back in his pants even if he was messy with his release as well. “It’s alright. There’s plenty of other room in the bunker, with other beds.”

“But,” she stammered, her gaze looking down at her hands. “What if I want to… Use your bed, with you?” 

Y/n ended up looking up at him, their gaze meeting.

A soft kiss on her lips answered her question, and all of her insecurities washed away.

“My bed is yours, sweetheart. We can always use this room for your books, I’ll ask Sam to help building shelves and-”

Another kiss, this time, more powerful, interrupted his sentence. “God, I love you so much.”

Babum.

The words he never said back before.

Dean thought they would be hard to say. Impossible, even. But he surprised himself with how easy it actually was.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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[evillemons]

WHAT SEX WITH JUNGKOOK WOULD BE LIKE (JK pt. 3)

~ everyone’s favorite part, based on the character as described in part 1 and part 2. Masterlist here.

*NSFW CONTENT*

• As soon as Jungkook decides he likes someone (which would be rather quickly), he would be ready to fuck her immediately. Out of the boys, I see him as the most openly sexual and the one with the highest sex drive.

• He is probably an excellent kisser and loves lip biting.

• I see him as being very exploratory in bed. Nowadays I am sure he has been with quite a few women, so while experienced, he would still love to try new things.

• Not necessarily kinky, though, and I don’t think he would mind if the person he loves is more “vanilla” either.

• Would like virtually every position, too, although he would more often be on top as he lacks the patience and self-control of simply letting her ride him.

• Sex on the living room floor or kitchen table because they can’t make it to the bedroom.

• He would be so fucking sexy naked - his tattoos, lean muscles, and confidence are insane. It would be easy to feel inadequate with him, but he would look at her so hungrily and kiss her so passionately that she would feel incredibly desired.

• Definite switching in terms of powerplay. When she’s dominant, she would love to tease him, make him beg for it, and tell him what to do. He would be weak to her and happily oblige to anything she wants.

• He would be capable of fucking her so fast and hard if he wanted.

• On the other hand, I can also see him (unintentionally) being dominant if he’s horny or craving something in particular.

• “Does that feel good?” “I want you to suck my cock” “I need to be inside you” “oh FUCK yes”.

• He would rip her clothes off so eagerly. She would be completely naked while he’s practically fully clothed with the exception of his cock and maybe a few undone shirt buttons.

• If he wanted to pin her against the wall or pick her up and carry her around, she would have no ability to resist with his strength.

• Would pick her up by the hips while they are kissing, with her legs wrapped around his little waist, carry her to the bedroom and proceed to throw her on the bed a little aggressively.

• He also might get carried away and slap her ass, put his hand around her neck, or grab her hair.

• He’s very expressive with his face and doesn’t try to hide his pleasure.

• He would probably be pretty moany, too, completely unaware of how loud he’s actually being.

• The perfectionist that he is, he would be so focused on pleasing her that he might be oblivious to how he looks or what he’s doing.

• 69 would be a huge turn on for him. He would never turn down receiving head, but would also love the pleasure she gets from eating her out.

• Wouldn’t be able to resist cumming inside of her (and his face would be so pretty doing so).

• I don’t think he would have a lot of stamina in terms of how long he would last, but he would recharge and be ready for round 2 rather quickly.

• For aftercare, he would probably want to cuddle and be close to her even more than she does. He is a big softie for affection, after all.

[bodybahng]

when can i take this off?

masterlist

word count: 2.5k

pairing: lee know x autistic gender neutral reader

warnings: reader is obsessed with foxes (minho pays genuine attention and supports them), this is NOT kinky but there is a comment that could be read as primal play (predator/prey), intimate touches, ‘tummy’ is a word i find cute and use to describe all stomachs in general so it’s still neutral and everyone can feel included, a couple suggestive comments, one very tiny and brief mention of animal abuse

a/n: can you tell this was entirely self-indulgent? lol and i just want to add that the way reader is/acts is based on my own experience! keep in mind that every autistic person is unique and can be different than what i am/wrote 🥰 i had fun with this one, i really hope you guys enjoy it 🤍

if you are a minor or an ageless blog and interact with my content, you will be blocked.

minho was taken by surprise when you suddenly ran to the living room and jumped by his side on the couch, making him pause the show he was watching.

“hey,” he said with a chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up once he noticed how happy and excited you looked. “what’s up?”

“there was a study that showed how it’s not painful or harmful when foxes are mousing!” you started saying eagerly.

“oh, really? and why is that?” he turned his body toward you so he didn’t have to strain his neck.

“because of the shape of their elongated snouts, they’re actually able to penetrate the snow instead of compressing it, ‘cause in this case the snow behaves kind of like water, so there’s not much resistance, making them able to reach deeper to catch rodents!”

“oh, that makes sense.” he nodded, trying to picture the scene in his mind.

“yeah, that’s different than if, let’s say, a cat dived its face into the snow like that. it would hurt because their skulls are flat in the front, so the impact could cause them to get hurt since it compresses the snow and creates a resistance that could cause damage to them!” you went on about the research you’d just read on the subject.

“oh, i see… that’s really interesting! nature and evolution and all that is actually really cool, the way that their bodies are just built like that and they can easily hunt and just…be foxes without giving them any injuries is cool,” he added, seeing the way you nodded to his every word with a sparkle in your eyes.

“i know, right?” you grinned, shaking your fists excitedly. “so, reading this paper and then looking up pictures of them made me think of something.”

“hm?” he hummed, looking at you with a curious expression. “what did you think of?”

“you know how foxes are like… so pretty and cute and majestic?” you started, wanting to give him a good set up before outright saying it.

“of course,” he agreed immediately.

“you are also all of those things…” you said a little more quietly, but he still caught it, cocking his head to the side. “i know, you’re wondering how those two things correlate.”

“read my mind.” he chuckled.

“well, i was thinking that maybe i could…” you trailed off, and he encouraged you by placing a hand on your clothed thigh. “i wanna draw fox makeup on you… would you let me, min?”

the question took him off guard, not that he knew what he was expecting you to ask in the first place. he thought you meant painting his skin with bright orange face paint and wrinkled his nose. “i don’t know about that…”

you started pouting, now sitting on your knees so you could prop yourself higher. “pleeease! it’ll be just like normal make up, except i’ll give you a little black snout and whiskers! and…”

“and?”

“and maybe the cute, realistic fox ears headband i have… to give it a little realistic touch.” you were a little flushed now, trying to look anywhere but at him.

“what do i get out of this if i accept?” he let his hand gently come up to tilt your chin to his direction.

“you’ll look really, really cute!” you replied cheerfully while your hands came up to hold his cheeks between them. “and you’ll make me very happy.”

“do i have to wear the ears?” his tone showed he was slightly annoyed, but you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way.

“please, min,” you pleaded, jutting your lower lip out even more, overdoing your expression to give him your best puppy eyes.

minho wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about doing it and he knew you wouldn’t be mad if he said no. maybe you’d be a little upset, but he knew you would never cross any boundaries if he wanted to set them. however, he was also aware this would pretty much be the same as the countless times he had to wear makeup for work, except it would be more of an artistic one.

“we can eat pudding later! i’ll buy you lots,” you tried bribing him with his favourite dessert.

“you’ll eat them just as much as me, i don’t see how that’s fair. but i don’t mind, you don’t have to buy me that. i’ll do it,” he finally gave in, and now it was his turn to pout.

“YAY!” you shouted, quickly getting up from the couch to jump up and down. he laughed at your reaction, and you tugged at his hand. “i love you, min!”

“yeah, i love you too, i guess,” he joked, staring at your joined hands. “wait, you mean right now?”

you looked at him with furrowed brows until he glanced behind you and your gaze followed his to the TV. “oh, sorry!” you said bashfully, letting him go. “you can keep watching it, i’ll start getting everything ready and you can come to me later.”

“i have this one and then two more episodes left, can i finish them first? it’ll take a couple hours.”

“that’s okay, i already feel a bit bad for interrupting you anyway,” you admitted, leaning in and puckering your lips.

he rolled his eyes playfully and gave you a loud smooch, making you giggle and rub your lips afterwards.

after getting everything ready, you ended up taking a nap since you hadn’t slept well the previous night, hugging minho’s pillow tightly as you drifted off.

you didn’t know for how long you were out when you slowly woke up with the feeling of his front pressing to your back and his arm going around your middle in between you and the pillow, hand resting softly on your tummy.

“hi, baby,” he cooed once he saw you moving and yawning. “i made dinner.”

you shuddered as he lightly squeezed your skin, letting out a breathy sigh. he did it again, making you let his pillow go and turn to face him, his hand now on your lower back and pulling you even closer to him.

“sorry,” he muttered with a grin. “i just love your tummy.”

“and i love that you love it, but you can’t give it too much attention and expect me to be sane about it.” you pecked his lips and hugged him back.

“i would love to keep getting you riled up, but you need some food in you and after that you can transform me into a fox,” he said in feigned aggravation. “as much as i would prefer it if you pounced on me.”

your cheeks grew hot at his comment, that same heat threatening to spread all over you until he sat up and pulled you with him. “come on, baby.”

you both talked about random stuff while eating, and you did the dishes right after, since he was the one to cook. he kept you company, watching you adoringly even as you did something mundane.

“so, where do you wanna do it? in the study room where all your things are?” he asked as you were leaving the kitchen.

“yeah, i think there’s better lightning there,” you agreed, making your way there and having him sit on your chair. “thank you for agreeing, min. you know you can say no to me, right?”

“heh, don’t worry, jagi. i know. but i know you’ll be happy and i don’t mind,” he said, definitely not admitting that he was curious to know how he would look ‘cosplaying’ a fox, specially since his hair was already dyed orange.

“if you’re sure,” you checked one more time before grabbing bunny clips to hold his hair back, away from his face.

“i am,” he reassured and turned his head to the side so he could press a gentle kiss on your palm.

you were both quiet as you did your work, prepping his skin first then starting to grab brushes and palettes to paint his face. you started by applying a soft orange eyeshadow to his lids, adding a little bit of white on top.

for the next step, you did winged eyeliner, finding a balance of not too long, but not too short. then, you followed up by also adding some on the inner corner of his eyes, trying your best to make it resemble a fox. lastly, you glued a few orange and white gems around his eyes.

“can i see how it looks so far?” he broke the silence, startling you a little, and he chuckled “sorry.”

“it’s okay,” you mumbled, picking up a small mirror and handing it to him. “what do you think?”

“oh, that’s pretty! you’re good at this,” he complimented you, eyes looking at you filled with love.

“i’m glad you like it.” you smiled, bringing your hand to hold his face and caressing his lower lip with your thumb. he poked his tongue out, licking your digit and you pulled back with a frown. “why are you like this?”

he let out a small ‘hehe’ before hugging your standing form. “i just love messing with you. and don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”

“i’m well aware that you’re a menace. but you’re my menace and i wouldn’t trade you for anything,” you confessed with the biggest smile.

“not even if you could have a pet fox?” he teased, holding you tighter and pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach.

“well…” you started, and he looked at you with a deadpan expression which caused you to laugh. “would it comfort you to know i’d have a really hard time choosing?”

“no,” he barked, fingers coming up to start tickling you.

“min,” you warned, fingers now playing with his hair before your nails delicately scratched his head. “as much as it would be awesome to have a fox, i know they aren’t pets like dogs or cats. i would only have one if there was no other way to get them out of an abusive situation. so, yeah, i choose you over the fox.”

he let his head fall slightly to the side as he leaned into your touch, a surprised look on his face. “i didn’t know that, now i feel even more special than before.”

“of course you are special,” you spoke softly, meeting him halfway to give him a slow kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you, baby.”

“now stop distracting me and let me finish your look, please.” you smiled as he pouted and took the opportunity to grab a lightly tinted orange lipstick, applying it to give his lips a hint of colour.

you used a darker shade of orange eyeshadow as blush to apply subtly to his cheeks, complementing the art on his eyes. and, for the final touch, you grabbed an eye pencil to mimic the tip of the snout, adding three dots, as well as two whiskers, on each side.

“done!” you said excitedly, stepping back to admire his face. “you look so adorable.”

you took the hair clips out and placed the realistic ears headband on his head, adjusting his hair a bit, not being able to contain your huge toothy smile.

minho got up and walked to the bathroom to look at himself in the big mirror. he wanted to laugh for thinking he looked a little ridiculous, but he didn’t because he didn’t want you to think he was laughing at your work.

“so? what do you think?” you asked from behind him, hands coming around his middle to hug him.

“i think you’re really happy and that makes me happy,” he said, looking at you through the mirror. when he saw your pout, he sighed. “okay, i admit, i feel a little silly, but… i guess i do look cute.”

you squeezed him contentedly at his confession, making him turn around so you could look directly at him once more. “you really do, my foxy boy.”

“you know, it’s funny that you dressed me up as a fox when i’m actually what foxes prey on.” he laughed at the irony.

“i do prey on you, my bunny,” you joked, childishly showing him your tongue. “but i just wanted to put together two ‘things’ i love the most.”

“hmm, i’ll take that,” he replied with a smirk, kissing you carefully to not mess up the makeup. “so… when can i take this off?”

“i had planned to take a few photos… i swear i’m not gonna post them, i’ll keep them for the memories and because i want to bite you.”

“you always want to bite me,” he retorted. making a disgusted face, he let his shoulders slump. “i really do love you a lot if i’m letting you take pictures… but if you ever even think about showing anyone…”

“i won’t,” you promised, running to get your high quality camera and calling him back to your study room.

you took a few pics of him just standing there and sulking a bit, as well as some mid-sentence because he started complaining that it was enough.

“i just wanna ask one more thing…” you tried, lowering the lenses and taking an object from the drawer.

“no, that is way too much,” he complained instantly, shaking his head back and forth.

“please!” you insisted, going up to him and giving your best puppy eyes again. “you can choose whatever you want and i’ll do it or give it to you, just, please, do this one last thing?”

he thought it over. there wasn’t much he could ask that would match the wild request you were making. but there were two things he knew you disliked and would always reject him when he asked, so maybe he could compromise a little, even if in his head they weren’t equivalent.

“if you promise to go camping and fishing with me, i’ll wear the tail.”

what he asked wasn’t even that bad, but you still didn’t want to, especially the fishing part. eventually, you were won over by your desire to see him with the final piece of the ‘costume’. “ugh, okay, deal.”

minho was honestly surprised that you’d accepted, but he tried smiling in victory as you secured it to his pants. once you stepped away and cooed at him, you retrieved your camera from where it sat on the table and started snapping a few more shots.

you had perfect timing, giggling as you started recording him without him knowing, and he finally allowed himself to act silly just for you, shaking his butt to move the tail and showing his teeth in an attempt to look predatory.

“i can’t believe i caught that on video,” you muttered once you lowered your camera, turning it off.

“delete that,” he said with a serious expression. “it’s humiliating enough that i had to wear a tail.”

“i told you it’s just for me, jagi. i promise.”

“okay… you can check the pictures and rewatch me being ridiculously awkward while we plan my, well, our camping trip!” he kissed your cheek before taking the tail and ears off, leaving them on your desk. “are you happy?”

you followed him to your bedroom, carrying your laptop to look at the pictures before sitting next to him on the bed. “very much so. thank you for being such a sweetheart about it, min.”

“of course, there’s not much i wouldn’t do for you. i love you.”

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 12: CAUGHT MASTURBATING [CHARLES LECLERC X READER]

NOTE: This fic is NSFW and features sub!Charles and dom!reader. I also added mommy kink to this one despite it not being mommy kink day because it just works. So if you're under 18 or uninterested in this kind of thing, scroll past. Alternatively if you like what you see here, check out the rest of my blog :))

This fic forms part of a kinktober series where we discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports person every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail through answering asks so if you have any of your own thoughts, feel free to stop by!

Charles tries to wait, really he does. He tries to watch random things on TV, tries to workout, tries to call some friends, tries to play some piano and even tries to read a book. But no matter what he tried, he couldn't keep his mind off it.

Because your poor little darling was horny. Way too horny.

He had woken up hard, as he almost always does. This time you were with him, so naturally he immediately snuggled up against you, slowly grinding against you and waiting for you to wake up so you can make him feel good.

Except when you did wake up, you had to get up immediately because you had agreed to breakfast with some friends. You would have been late if you stayed and gave Charles the attention he wanted.

Naturally he gets all pouty when you tell him, whining and trying to get you back into bed. He pulls out the big guns and mumbles, 'mommy' over and over because he's needy! He's needy and horny and you're supposed to help him but now you're leaving!

You tell him that you're just going out for breakfast and that you'll be back in about two hours, giving a nice kiss and telling him to go make himself some breakfast and be a good boy for you. He nods, because of course! He will always be a good boy!

So you leave and it starts off well enough. You told him to go make himself breakfast, so he goes to make himself breakfast. But after that, he's still horny! He has run out of tasks from you to distract himself and he's still horny! He knows he's allowed to masturbate, but he also knows you would help when you got back if he hadnt, so he tries his best to distract himself and not touch himself.

But he can't help it! He does as many things as he can to distract himself but he can't do it. He's so hard and he keeps on thinking about what you might do to him when you get back and he just.... he's alone and he's horny and he misses his mommy and there's no way in hell he'd be able to do anything else at this point.

Which is how he finds himself back in the bedroom. He grabs one of your hoodies from the closet, intending to put it on but he doesn't get that far because he ends up just collapsing not the bed, his free hand moving down to touch himself.

That's how you find him, laying on his back on the bed, his head buried in your hoodie, his hand down his boxers. He's letting out little whines as he slowly strokes himself, not noticing you because he's got his head hidden in your hoodie.

You spend a little while just watching him, watching your good boy playing with himself on your bed, hiding in your hoodie. You wait until you can see he's getting close to make yourself known.

"Charles?" you call, watching the way his head shoots up and he turns to see where you are.

“Mommy?” He asks, hand still in his boxers.

“Well isn’t this a pretty thing to come home to,” you tell him, moving forward to sit on the bed.

You want to praise him immediately so that he knows he isn’t in trouble. Sometimes when Charles gets like this he’ll be scared you’re upset with him for touching himself. Which no, of course you aren’t. You could never be upset with him for that.

“Making yourself feel good?” You ask him, cupping his cheek. He nods and turns his head to rest in the palm of your hand, eyes fluttering closed as his hand starts to move again.

You decide to let him carry on jerking himself off, rather than interfere too much. But you do make him take off his boxers and use some lube, just so you can see better.

He’s such a whiney mess for you, trying to put on a good show for his mommy but also feeling too good to be able to really concentrate on looking good.

The moment he cums, he’s crawling into your arms for cuddles and to hear about how your breakfast went.

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Laughing Jack: Smut Alphabet 🔞

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

Licks his cum off of you so you don’t have to get up and leave him <3

He’s so clingy and annoying lol.

Probably makes you a balloon animal and gives you candy to make up for your soreness. 

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

He loves your entire body, but not exactly for wholesome reasons like Toby.

He just loves how small you are. Even if you’re 6ft tall, he’s 7+ feet so he towers over you no matter what height and weight you are.

His favorite part of himself is his tongue, it’s crazy long and works some real magic.

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

I think he’d like cumming on you more than inside you. He loves seeing your body painted with it.

And when he cums, there’s A LOT of it, pretty thick too.

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

He really doesn’t have any, he isn’t shy about telling you his fantasies and interests.

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

He doesn’t really have much experience, i’m sure he’s charmed a couple people into dating him somehow.

But in general, most people are scared of him so he does not get laid.

Except for you, now. ;)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Picking you up, holding you by the waist, and using you like a sex doll. 

He’d also love strapping you into a sex swing, that way his hands can free roam.

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

Deeply unserious sometimes.

He tries to be a little normal and focus on your pleasure, but he’s also a literal clown.

There’s been times where you looked away briefly, and when you looked back he had that fake glasses & mustache thing on.

Or like one of those rainbow pinwheel hats.

LMAOAOMDO

Sorry i’m trying so hard not to ugly laugh at this.

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

Black and white, curly.

He styles it to your preference. So if you like a full bush, he’ll keep it. If you like it fully shaved, he will do that.

Our considerate king <3

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

Not very romantic, sorry.

It’s a mix of rough and humorous sex. 

But he does love to praise you, so that helps.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he does often, it’s just not fun like sex is.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, degrading, dirty talk, oral fixation, facials, biting, voyeur, public sex, roleplay, scratching, size kink, bondage, bdsm, cum eating, cnc, choking, femdom, overstimulation.

Gangbang, he’d happily invite others to fuck you with him if you wanted. 

Would absolutely want you to step on him in some high heels.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. Just name the place and time, it’ll be done.

Maybe prefers his room cause that’s where all his toys and costumes are.

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

Same as Jane, nothing specific, he just get’s horny sometimes.

But also, anytime he thinks about past experiences with you, or randomly starts to daydream about fucking you, he gets horny immediately. 

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

I can’t think of much he’d refuse, he’s kinky as fuck. 

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

Prefers giving, he’ll use that tongue on you any chance he can get. And considering his tongue is probably as long, or longer, than his dick, he loves fucking you with it. 

Too good at it tbh. 

He does like to throat fuck you as well.

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

Starts off slower to get you aroused enough you can take him without any pain. Also does a lot of foreplay.

Slowly gets most fast and rough as the sex goes on.

Expect bruises and scratch marks to appear the next day if he was especially rough.

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

Doesn’t do quickies unless it’s just oral.

Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until there’s more time. He likes to build it up with teasing and foreplay, quickies don’t leave enough time to really enjoy sex.

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

Of course. Like i said before, he is down for pretty much everything, and at any place and time.

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

Very high stamina, he’d go 10 rounds if you asked. 

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

Has every toy you could think of, and he’ll use them on you or himself, whatever you want.

He’s one of those people that has a full on sex room/dungeon. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest tease ever, he’ll have you crying on your knees, begging him to fuck you. (or until you take control and slut him out)

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

Besides talking, he is surprisingly quiet. 

Lots of deep growls and grunts, but they’re not very loud at all. Only you would be able to hear him.

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

Loves using flavored lube and condoms to add some spice to a usually boring product. 

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

Massive. I’m talking like 7.5-8 inches. 

Striped like his tongue ;P

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

Pretty high. Once a day, but 2-3 rounds each time.

If your sex drive is lower or higher, he’ll happily accommodate that though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t.

He probably doesn’t even sleep at all.

[finelinevogue]

these are angsty times, so i feel like a good angsty blurb about h never making time for you is one idea. but since these are angsty times, then maybe it also calls for fluff so maybe h likes to do one thing different in any of his songs for you every show? kind of like sabrina carpenter’s nonsense outro? so like maybe during keep driving, he always sings something different to you or about you?

pls tell me i’m making sense, i can’t talk i’m too excited

okay hello. of course my first blurb back would be requested at the hands of our very own nova (this is especially for you);

(this is part of the harryshouse!universe too)

It was a known thing that Harry was very much in love with you.

If anything, the poor man was so in love with you he got teased for it. Even the fans were in on some of the jokes. You being a well known Youtuber and social media influencer meant that Harrys doting love was often well publicised.

Actions such as him buying you flowers, him making you dinner or taking you out for a fancy dinner would be shown on your Instagram for fans, and everyone else, to see. However, simple things like stolen kisses, hand-written love notes and 3AM ice-cream runs for you were actions that you kept secret and close to your heart.

Those actions were yours and Harrys alone.

There were some actions, however that were made overtly public so even people that didn't have Instagram or follow you would hear of.

Some of Harrys love declarations made National news headlines.

Specifically the changing of lyrics at his concerts.

Like stated, it was no surprise that the love Harry had for you would cause him to do some crazy things, but Harry changing his lyrics on stage would always be on of the greater, funnier, gestures for you. What's more, is they were as public as they came.

It started with 'Keep Driving'. In New York, night 3.

Nobody was expecting the show to be any different musically to the night before, except for when he changed the lyrics to 'Keep Driving'. At first the fans thought he was singing a different song, but afterwards, through re-watching videos, they came to learn the new lyrics he'd made.

"Cocain, Y/N's boob. I choke her, with a sea view."

When you had come to realise what he had sung you had gone red in the face.

"Harry!"

He knew he was in trouble just from the fact you used his full and proper name, rather than he loving nicknames you used for one another.

"In the kitchen, love." He answered back, swivelling on the barstool chair to face the door you would come through.

When he saw you, you were red in the face and were shaking your head with a sarcastic grin. Harry smiled as he watched you walk over to him, dressed in one of his tour jumpers and a pair of joggers.

You stopped in front of him and he immediately brought you closer, sliding his warm hands underneath the jumper and running them up and down your back.

"What's with the pout, hm?" He asked.

"You know." You challenged him, wanting to see whether he did or did not in fact know.

"If it's about the fact I bought you Galaxy instead of Cadbury's chocolate, again, i've already apologised five times." He groaned.

"It's not about that actually," You shook your head, "But you should know that no amount of apologies will fix that problem."

Harry smiled and shook his head at you. "Then what, baby?"

You turned your phone around and showed him a video of the previous night on stage, singing the new version of ‘Keep Driving’. He nodded his head along to the music and you noticed no sense of regret or guilt to what he had done.

You looked expectantly at him once you’d finished showing it to him.

“Well?” 

“Well what?”

“What the fuck was that? You basically outed the fact that I am a very kinky lady.”

Harry snorted a laugh. “Baby, you’re not a lady if you let me choke you.”

“So you both admit and are okay with how you sang that verse.”

“Uh everyone knew the song was about you anyways, love. It’s not that hard to figure it out, since I’ve only ever been in love with you.” He counter argued, making very good points.

“Well now they’re starting a fan project to sing that line instead of the original version.” You grumbled. “So they’re collectively singing about my boobs and you choking me.”

He didn’t day anything but just smiled.

You pushed away from him but he was quick to grab your hand and pull you even closer back to his chest.

“At the end of the day, I’m only choking you.” 

And at that, he had pretty much won the argument - later proving his last remark to you. 

Since that ‘Keep Driving’ impromptu lyric change, Harry has been clever in building them into the rest of the set. He doesn’t make the lyric changes every night on stage, even if the fans do sing the new version, but sometimes he’ll be spontaneous and create a new one. 

“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you. Y/Ns the spoon, dip them in honey so I could be sticking to youu.”

There was even one show where he saw you standing with a tub of ice-cream and he came over to sing to you:

“Is that ice-cream edible, ‘Cause my stomach’s not that full. Can I have a little taste? Just a taste?” 

Before he leant down to taste the ice-cream and screamed ‘oh yeah’ afterwards whilst he continued to dance. 

Never was there quite someone who showed their love for their partner, the way that Harry did for you. 

[theysaidhush]

I have hard thoughts and I saw you asking for them... So... You know I.N from skz, that man makes me feel things istg. So I'm wondering what your thoughts on kinks for him? Because I've got a hand kink just for him I think💀

Anyways, have a great day/night and if you're not comfortable with doing this then that's fine ❤

When I.N is kinky 👀

I think that Jeongin definitely has a thing for clothed sex.

Man just post soooo many OOTD and he dresses well, so he would definitely be into clothed sex. Just- imagine. Jeongin would call you over or go in your bedroom or studio or whatever and pick a pretty outfit for you to wear. You both would be giggling and ogling at each other, it's cute and all, until there's something in him that tells him to take you right now, right here. Seeing you wear the outfit he picks for you is a big turn on for him, I think he would get horny immediately, begging you to let him take you, to make you feel nice, to let him fill your tiny cunt with his big dick because you look so cute in those outfit. He wouldn't take his clothes off, nor yours, kinda feel like he would just lower his pants enough so he can slam his cock in your pussy again and again. Bonus point if your chewing on the hoodie he gave you because he makes you feel too good. Dude would definitely cum on your now ruined clothes and take a pic, then add it to his private file named "OOTD <3".

I also think that Jeongin would be into role-play ?

It's literally so cliché but I can see him being into 'teacher-student' role-play. You would act it out, wearing a short and tight skirt with glasses and all the teacher sht fantasy, and he would wear a fake uniform. Now we know that Jeongin does not like school, dude was literally missing every classes, I still don't get how he got his certificate but that's not the point. In one of your fantasy you would tell him what a bad student he is, that he needs to get punished, but hey, you're talking to Yang Jeongin, he's the maknae on top! You end up being the one who's punish. He would do some dirty talk, but nothing to heavy and nothing you're not comfortable with. But he would definitely show false empathy as he's literally bending you over the desk in your bedroom, going at an awful pace, not letting you catch your breath as he circles your clit and make you gag on his long and beautiful fingers. He would coo at your whimper or the way you're trying to grab something to ground yourself. Yeah Jeongin loves making you gag on his finger, argue with the wall. He would tell you what a bad professor you are, telling you that he's the one teaching you things instead as you're drooling and panting. He can't help but laugh at your pitiful state.

Last but not least, I think that since he's the younger in his group, the baby, he wants to show them that he is a man too. So exhibitionistm.

Yeah. But only at the dorms though. He's got nothing to prove to randoms and only his members would get to see you like he does. He wouldn't go in front of them and hump you like the horny boy he is. Noooo, that's to light, e wouldn't prove anything except that he's always horny when you're around - which he is??? He would fuck you late at night in the living room, telling you to be quiet since everyone's sleeping even though the sound of his skin slapping against yours his louder than your moans - 'cause Dady bread would go all out, he's got a point to prove. But the thing is that he knooooows. He knows that Minho was still at the dance studio, practicing, and that he would come home soon. And when it happens ? Is he surprised when and glances at the door only to see Minho standing here, dumbfounded as his youngest brother his deep inside your guts, making out with you while he's playing with your tits? The dancer can't see anything but your fucked out expression hanging from the couch's armrest, and he have ears. And no Jeongin isn't, but Minho sure is. His big rond eyes looking at his Maknae's sweaty upper body as the latter is frowning and closing his eyes with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. Is Minho getting hard because at the sight of you face, wet because of the tears spilling from your eyes ? he sure is, what a sight. And Jeongin wouldn't stop. No, he would just hide his smile in your neck, trying to rock your body harder so that his Hyung can hear how good his sweet Donsaeng is making you feel.

Does he asks you to ride him in Chan's studio when the older is out for food, even though he knows that he'll come back soon? Yes.

Does he 'accidentally' sends Hyunjin a text, telling him to meet him in a fitting room because he needs his opinion when in fact he was just hitting you from behind, grip tight on your hair, forcing you to look at Hyunjin's boner because he had no other choice but to come in and stay? Yes.

So yeah, I think I.N would be into clothed sex, exhibitionistm and role-play. But it's my opinion at the moment. Ask me another day, when my mood is different, and I might tell you something else lol.

[unrefinedmusings]

Devil Strange - Part 2

Devil Stephen Strange x Virgin Sacrifice Reader

I didn't realize it was October and I also didn't realize I have 69 followers. In honor of both those things, I forced myself to focus and give you all some more Satan Stephen

Part 1

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, dark (ish), dubcon (ish), some blood

Immediately, you pushed away from him and your limbs scrambled to cover up your now nude form. As it turned out, devil worshippers don’t bother with underwear for their sacrifices.

“None of that, little virgin. I want a good look at you,” he said with a snap of his fingers. Golden ropes emerged from thin air and forced your wrists behind your back, sending a confusing rush of arousal throughout your body. He stepped closer until there was barely an inch of space between your bodies. 

“Why are you a virgin,” he questioned while his eyes drank in the sight of your body: delicious curves, flushed skin, and erect nipples begging to be played with.

Your face heated up at his query and you turned your head away from him.

He continued, undeterred by your embarrassment. 

“You’re such a beautiful mortal, I know you’ve had the opportunity. You seem to have no religious affiliations holding you back, little witch. What’s kept you from inviting someone into your bed?”

You stayed silent, feeling defiant against your captor. 

“I know you desire it, that you fantasize about it. Late at night when you’re all alone, your delicate fingers diving between your legs. Tell me, why has no one else touched you there?”

“Nothing specific, just no one has caught my interest,” you replied after a beat of silence, knowing he would keep prodding until you gave in anyway.

“I can understand that,” he said while taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Another moment of silence passed between you two before he grabbed you by your bare hips and forced you to straddle him.

“I do believe I’ve caught your interest though. I can smell your arousal. I can feel the heat between your thighs. And if I touched you there, I know you’d be soaking.”

You struggled in his grasp, refusing to respond once more. You knew he was right, as you could feel your wetness begin to drip down from your pussy. It was all so confusing. You had felt attracted to people before, flirted, gone on dates. However, no one ever got past second base with you. In those moments, you had never truly wanted to go beyond just kissing and touching…until now. How could you be attracted to the devil? How could you even be aroused in this situation? 

He dragged you out of your thoughts with a tug to your hair.

“I can hear you thinking. You need to stop. Focus on me, focus on your desire.”

With each breath you took, your body relaxed in his strong grip. You could feel a warmth emanating from his hands, just shy of burning. His mouth drifted to your ear, not kissing or touching, but close enough for his hot breath to make you shiver with anticipation.

“I have a theory, little virgin. You knew on some level that all your past suitors would never be able to satisfy you the way you need. In all your fantasies, you crave to be taken in a way that they could never live up to. You kept your bed empty and let your sinful thoughts keep you company. Tell me, am I right?”

“Yes,” you whispered. You never dreamt of making love with someone sweet and tender. You wanted your virginity lost in a primal display of filth and raw desire. You needed someone to dominate, wreck, and fuck you within an inch of your life. Unfortunately, not only would it uncomfortable as all hell to mention you were a virgin and a kinky sex kitten, no one you had met possessed the attitude and demeanor to assure you your needs would be satisfied. 

No one except the literal devil underneath your thighs. He hadn’t even kissed you yet, but you felt as wet as you usually got in the middle of masturbating. 

“If you would like to fulfill each and every one of your dirty dreams right now, we can. But first, you need to show me what a naughty little harlot you are. Show me you want me.” 

The magic bonds holding your hands behind you disappeared, all reason and logic leaving with them. Your hands clung to his shoulders and as your mouth crashed against his. His tongue licked against the seam of your lips until you gave in and opened them. It was forked and longer than a human’s, but you were far too busy to question why that turned you on. Your own tongue licked into his mouth, where you felt the extra sets of canine teeth. You pulled away slightly in surprise, but a hand fisted in your hair and forced you back. Those teeth nipped at your bottom lip hard enough to draw a few drops of blood, which were quickly suckled away. You whined at the pleasurable pain and rocked your hips against his.

“There she is, the dirty slut I knew you were keeping inside. Let her out to play,” he cooed. 

With that he flipped you over onto your back, his body caging you in as he took his position above you. His serpent like tongue teasingly stroked your lips as your body arched up to chase it. He made his way down your neck, licking up the length of it before leaving wet kisses there. 

Your moans became a high pitched whimper as he bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Multiple sets of fangs lightly pierced your skin, and you felt a small trickle of blood make its way down your body. The demon above you pulled away to watch the trail of fluid as it dripped down to your breasts. When the blood reached your nipple, he pulled it into his mouth to tease and suckle at the tight bud. He pulled off with an obscenely loud pop, before licking the remaining blood trail from your torso and placing his stained lips around your other nipple. His rough hands groped you all over, grabbing at your other tit, your hips, your waist…but it wasn’t enough.

“Please! I need more,” you pleaded to him. He pulled away again, kneeling upright so his form felt even larger above you. His hand came up to gently caress your face. His calloused thumb dragged across your lips before you sucked it into your mouth without thinking. 

He chuckled at your neediness. “Dirty little girl, are you that desperate to have your holes filled? You’ll take anything I offer, won’t you,” he mocked. 

You hummed in agreement, refusing to let the digit leave your mouth. He let you suck on it a little longer before yanking it away. You were about to whine at the loss, but he quickly placed that wet thumb on your clit.

All the breath left your body as he began slowly fondling you. His thumb stayed on your clit, while another finger ran its way up the length of your lips. He brought both digits up to his mouth to taste you.

“So sweet, my lovely pet. As much as I want to fuck you, I have to get a proper taste of your cunt first. Would you like that? Would you like to cum on the Devil’s tongue?,” he questioned with a teasing lick of his lips. 

“Yes please,” you whimpered, your thighs clenching at the thought. 

He smirked before grasping your legs and pulling them apart, revealing Satan’s new favorite view. Your gorgeous pussy was practically quivering with need. Feeling merciful, he dove between your legs and licked a languid stripe across your folds. Your whole body spasmed, but his arms wrapped around each of your thighs to keep you in place. His goatee burned against the skin of your legs. He took his time lapping at your clit and sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. One of his sharp teeth grazed against it and you screamed, your hands grasping his horns for dear life. You felt him smirk against your core before fucking you with his tongue.

In the midst of the pleasure you were feeling, you could hear his praises of so delicious and good girl. You felt your orgasm building and looked down to meet piercing blue eyes. His mouth was focused on your cunt while his eyes watched your reactions. 

When he felt you getting close, he plunged two slender fingers into your pussy and enjoyed the sight of your body arching away from the mattress in complete euphoria. Your screams only spurred him on. With just a few more thrusts of his fingers and a couple swipes of his tongue against your clit, you were squirting on his face. He couldn’t be more pleased as he drank in your release, licking away as much of it as he could. He suckled on your sensitive folds before moving to your thighs to lick away the cum left there. Once he cleaned you up, he bit down on the inside of your thighs, marking you there the same way he did your neck.

You were twitching and sobbing when he crawled up your body to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips before he pulled away to lick the tears off your face. 

“Oh, kitten. If that made you cry, you’re going to pass out once I split you open on my cock.”

A snap of his fingers and the black boxers he had been wearing disappeared. Your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him. You knew he wasn’t human, but you hadn’t expected this. He was massive. Thick, long, and flushed a dark pink from his aching desire for you.

“Will it fit,” you asked, nearly drooling and not taking your eyes off his member. 

“Does my answer matter? You’ll want it either way,” he taunted. You wanted to argue, but he was right. You needed him inside you.

“Lie back, kitten.”

You obeyed as he climbed above you and hiked your legs over his shoulders. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, enjoying the feel of your slickness. Your whimpering was music to his ears. He could tease you like this for hours, but the fact that you had already been waiting so long wasn’t lost on him.

Bringing his hips forward, the tip of his cock entered your cunt. He chuckled as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Pushing in deeper, he relished in the way you cried out for more of him.

“Please! I can take it! I want to!”

“My sweet pet, so good for me. Begging for me to fill you up like the naughty slut you are.”

With another thrust, he was sheathed in you completely. He groaned while you choked out high pitched moans. Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes at the stretch of him bottoming out in you. He was throbbing inside your walls and despite being split in two, your pussy was clenching around his cock to draw him in further. 

Your hands moved from their place gripping his shoulders to get tangled in his hair, tugging at the gray streaks. 

“Please move, I can take it.”

Your devil responded immediately, pulling out until just the head of him was inside you before filling you again with a harsh thrust. He leaned forward, bringing his face close enough to feel his breath. His tongue slithered out and licked your lips. You sucked on it before forcing his head closer to meet you in a bruising kiss.

His movements were merciless, and exactly what you’d been craving. At this angle, he was driving into your sweet spot over and over. You were openly sobbing at this point. No coherent words left your mouth, only moans and whines as you felt your orgasm building. 

“Is this what you wanted, kitten? Is that what you dreamed about? You couldn’t just sin, you needed to be fucked by sin himself.”

He punctuated his words with deep and powerful thrusts. His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles and making you dizzy with pure bliss. A searing heat spread throughout your body. It was all too much and you fell apart underneath his touch, crying out into the night. It felt as if you were floating, untethered to the Earth. You could feel nothing but ecstasy and him.

You were just coherent enough to hear the filthy slap of skin on skin. Your eyes focused on him as he fucked you through your release, using you like a toy. 

“Want…cum…in…me,” you gasped out, barely able to speak as each push into you knocked the air out of your body.

“What was that, kitten? You want my cum? Don’t worry, I will fill you with my seed until it’s leaking out of your wet cunt.”

He turned you over and pulled on your hips so your ass was in the air, presenting your pussy for him. One hand gripped your hip with a force you knew would leave bruises, while his other hand fisted in your hair. He rammed his cock into you with even more force, your limp body able to do nothing but take him in again and again.

You could feel another orgasm building as your cunt was gushing even more around him. Your hands clawed at the bed, trying to find purchase on something before he pushed you off the edge again. He was growling behind you, taking you like a wild animal.

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re my whore!”

“Yes! I-I’m your w-whore! All y-yours!”

“Nothing but my cock will ever satisfy you again. No mortal can bring you pleasure like this. You’ll crave me and me alone, my lovely little slut.”

His filthy words brought you to completion, and you screamed into the sheets beneath you.

His thrusts grew wild and you could tell he was close. When he finally came, you savored the feel of his thick hot seed painting your walls. He kept going, fucking his cum deeper into you until his movements came to a stop. When he finally pulled his cock out, you felt the trail of cum leak out of your aching hole.

You were overtaken with exhaustion and as your eyes started to flutter shut, his lips came up to your ear.

“You’re all mine now,” was all you heard before you fell unconscious.

- - -

You woke up to late morning sunlight streaming through your bedroom window and jolted up in bed. Looking down, you saw your own sheets. You were back in your apartment. For a moment, you wondered if it was just a vivid dream. Another figment of your overactive imagination. That is until your eyes focused on the bite marks on your thighs, the bruises on your hips, and the line of hickeys down your torso. It was real. He was real.

You laid back down in your bed, your body still spent from last night. You were about to fall asleep once more when you saw a black rose on your nightstand. You grabbed it, noting it smelled of fire and ashes. Attached was a small card that read: 

Rest up, kitten. I’ll be back soon.

- - -

A/N: I didn't tag anyone in part 1 because I was drunk when I posted it lol, so this time I tagged the same accounts from my Between the Shelves fic?? Pls let me know if that's a problem and if you only wanted to be tagged for that series and not other Doctor Strange things. I also tagged those who requested a part 2 in the comments of part 1 if that's okay??

Taglist: @strangesweetheart@kentucky-criedfricken@kimxlysm@sherlocksgirl91 @ohchoices@thegardenerofedenn @ironstrange1991@hunterofshadows04@newavenger@marvelayya @polytheatrix @allie1313133 @kentucky-criedfricken @sherlux @evelynrosestuff

[jiyeonnnn]

here's another one,

jeno is your sister's friend and you had taken a liking on him since day one, only because at how he specially treats you. when your sister is away, he is the one who takes care of you and lets you join him wherever he wants and was never even embarrassed, no matter what it was, even that one time when it was supposedly only to be the boys night out. you only went and wanted to just watch them, but jeno never made you feel out of place. so when jeno started slurring and swerving about in the place, in return you were the one who was helping him. but jeno started telling you things you've never knew of before, like how he had always loved you and had multiple wet dreams about you.

you were pretty much turned on, but you didn't want to take advantage of him and left him to sleep. the following day you told him about everything, except the fact that he told you about the wet dreams, but jeno was never drunk. he just wanted you to think he was, so he would ask you what else you heard that night and you told him nothing else, so jeno showed you what kind of wet dream he had yesterday night when you left him on his bed.

i'm a horny bitch i fucking admit that

"sister's friend" trope really is a great trope for this kinds of filthiness 🥴 like omfg, i can't keep my pants on when my sister's friend is around but i'm too shy to take the initiative so i'll just let him do the honors of doing the first move— ANYWAY ENOUGH RAMBLING

jeno hyung, as you'd love to call him, is a great friend of your sister, and as you've mentioned, he would never let you be out of place; he'd pull you close to him whenever they were playing games, talk to you endlessly (he's loud smh) and even sit you on his lap (*CONSENSUALLY*) so that you won't feel like an outcast whenever he's around.

ANYWAAAAAYYYY, after THAT night, jeno fell harder for u bc of the fact that you know how to NOT take advantage of a drunk person (which in his case, he isn't), so the morning after that, he confessed everything before pulling you into a soft kiss before you could even speak (silencing you with kisses >>>>).

things would escalate immediately as the kiss deepens. full-on body caressing ;). it's was when your tongues were dancing with each other that you pulled back and confessed your feelings for him (i suck at this 💀), and this gave a lot of confidence to jeno to continue on what he's doing.

he'd pin you, (read: your wrists) down the bed before attacking your jawline and neck with kisses, leaving light hickeys on you before whispering something in the lines of:

"you don't know how much i've waited for this to happen,"

"you're so (handsome/pretty/beautiful) under me, so fuckable and breedable"

or just him being a tease and telling you the ways of how will he fuck you based on his wet dreams.

which could go either one of these 2 ways: rough and hard; or slow and passionate. but, i think, since this is just your first time with each other, he'd go slow on you (but will eventually get rough, bc, c'mon, do i really have to explain everything? that's jeno)

he'd be so proud that he's finally able to touch you like this now, make you feel vulnerable, make your innocent lips swollen, rail you until you're crying from pleasure— oh and don't even get me started with his dreams of fucking your mouth until you're all stuffed up with his cum (mouth and ass :))))))

he's a kinky bitch, smh, probably would order you around to call him daddy or something. there is definitely some kind of toys in his dreams— vibrator, a dildo and gags :) he'd use that (though just when you're up to it)

would go on for 2-4 rounds. he would praise and degrade you as the same time as well. STOMACH BULGES. he dreamt of that, no doubt. he wouldn't stop fucking you until you pass out, which is kind of a bitch move, but also hot.

when you're finished, of course, top duty: taking care of his bottom, MANDATORY praises, forehead kisses, and warm bath, and cuddles as he lulls you to sleep— THOUGH BEFORE ALL OF THAT— he would take pictures of your messy state— hair sticking out everywhere, body drenched with sweat and cum, full of his handprint and hickeys— and will send it to their gc (w/o ur sister ofc), bragging how it really was a dream-come-true to fuck you as he was able to show you all of the things he's been dreaming of.

this was ass 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[missamyrisa2]

I think it's about time our beloved Tickle Mama gets some well deserved tickly teases herself.

You wake up from a long dreamless slumber and realize immediately something's not right. First of all you find youself in total darkness, it's rather chilly and most worringly of all you're completely naked except for a cold leather belt with a giant flowershaped buckle. A few moments later the lights turn suddenly on and you begin to realize what sort of predicament you're in. It appears you're stuck inside some sort of thin wall with your head, torso, armpits, royal area (including your precious princess ballies) and knees on the one side, while your back, bootie, thighs and soles stick out of the other side. You also notice a small speaker embedded in the wall right next to your ears as it comes to life with the soft yet teasingly evil girly voice: "Well hello my lovely dear Tickle Mama Amy. We have decided to teach you a lesson about all that tickly teasy stuff you write just to make us squirm and gigglecum. So today it will be your turn to suffer, or enjoy, the same fate you wish upon all of us. And lets just say that you have absolutely no freaking idea what plans we have for you today. " As soon as the voice finishes the doors in front of you and at least a dozen smirking figures enter the room accompanied by a strange looking machine whose purpose you can't guess at the moment. They all head to a table at your right where they arm themselves with an exquisite array of tickly tickle tools including feathers, both small and stiff and big and soft, brushes, makeup brushes and even electrical toothbrushes and small giggle wands. Suddenly they all turn simultaneously at you and begin to smirk and giggle as their apparent leader ,a cute little girl in an even cuter pink dress , says: "Let us begin her treatment". As they approach you slowly but steadily you close your eyes and try to brace yourself for the expected tickle assault. But to your surprise you feel no tickling at all but instead an equally devastating action. Tap tap tap. The girly leader has the absolute audacity to just know one of your greatest weaknesses and she just looked at you with a naughty knowing grin. It took your absolute attention to resist these sensation and keep your naughty princess part under control. While your tickle guard was down the next, now tickly, strike fell upon you. But it didn't came from the front but in the shape of devastating thigh feathering with giant fluffy soft feathers and ruthless sole scrubbing with brushes from the back. As you erupted in desperate laughter the rest of the tickle mob descended upon your helpless body in a tickle frenzy. The only untouched spots on your body were your royal area and your cute booty. But after about five minutes they suddenly all stopped as you gasped for air not being able to form any words. Then their leader spoke again: "Nice warmup for the moment but now it's time for the main tickly event. Let's get the milky machine ready to completely destroy her cute kinky mind".

The rest follows in a second part

Soooo~~~ Cautionary tale in revealing your ticklishnesss and mayyybe writing teases which are exactly what would destroy me back because oooh my gossssshhh this setup aloneee~

This setup of me naked except the big belt is so ridiculous and absurd and yetttt mmmh~ I will be wriggling gasping blushing the moment I realize my hopelessness~ just being idly taunted like that unnfff~~ and ghhh wall ticklessss I love them soo much it's just so silly to be stuck like that and yetttt unbelievably teasy, all propped out and exposed like a hung work of art~

As for the resssst and the part 2 ~ ummh just ghh~

(sounds of amy blushy gasping furiously through twitching squirms and squeaking giggles at every word while trying desperately not to tease my own self because this is all toooooo ticklehotttt~)

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

@ ask about zoos/p*dos using intrusive thoughts & OCD to normalize themselves (different anon tho)

I'm a social psychologist. I don't consider myself to have OCD but I do experience intrusive thoughts-- sexual ones, pertaining to a variety of subjects.

The kind of thing zoos/p*dos are trying to pass as. The kind of thing zoos/p*dos are demonizing by telling people that's what they are, stigmatizing the actual sufferers of intrusive thoughts even further, making our lives and relationships and treatment that much harder.

I wonder how often, if ever, zoos or p*dos actually mislabel themselves with "having intrusive thoughts", rather than purposefully trying to appropriate themselves to the public.

I'm picturing a scenario in which a zoo/p*do is thinking about Things and experiencing distress about it... except the distress is not from the content itself, but rather what it means for them to be fantasizing about the content. The implications.

Like... they are fantasizing. They are imagining things and they like it what they see.

But they know their ass would get put away if their fantasies ever manifested into something observable (drawn p*rn, roleplay, contact, etc). They know that everyone they care about would be horrified if they found out about their... interests. They know it makes them, respectively, a zoo/p*do-- very dirty words, and for good reason.

I could even see one being distressed because they're a zoo/p*do-- maybe it's against their beliefs, they know it's wrong and why, they hate zoos/p*dos.

To my knowledge, the current information we have in psychological sexology is that sexual preferences cannot be manually changed. They can change, as sexuality is fluid, but change tends to be involuntary and incremental (very small amounts at a time).

There was a 20th century case of a man having a lobotomy to stop seizures, and the man had a paraphilia for safety pins. I do not know the details of his interest, and the paraphilia was not related to his lobotomy at all. But after the fact, he reported that it had gone-- he was no longer sexually aroused by safety pins as he had before.

Trauma is the only thing we know of that can cause a sudden "flip of the switch" in human sexual preferences, but we also know that it is unreliable (due to variety in people, method, opinions about efficacy).

But we do know human sexuality is fluid. We know, even, that sexuality is fluid in other animals.

What I'm getting at is that I agree with anon-- we know very little about it, but it may be possible to alter harmful paraphilia.

I think this ought to be further researched, and have awareness spread about it if it shows itself to be effective. It saddens me to think that some zoos/p*dos might've been able to recover -- or at least be kept from animals/children -- and not go on to hurt others if interventions had been accessible.

But it comes with a number of ethical concerns that... I feel hesitant about.

Say they find a technique that is very effective in recovering people from paraphilia. We all know conservatives and raddies would instantly turn around with this to justify and reinstate conversion therapy.

The immediate price would be paid in queer lives.

What about any woman with "deviant" sexual behavior-- too promiscuous, too prude, too kinky or obscure? Would they pushed those women attend Sexual Desire Change Therapy too? Would they stop at sexual behavior? Would they advance ABA "therapy" and other Skinner-beloved "treatments" for neurodivergent behavior?

What do you think about it? Do you think some zoos/p*dos are capable of -- and willing to pursue -- recovery? How should society... like... "deal" with zoos/p*dos who do not find success in recovery?

This is a very complex issue.

I’m not entirely sure whether or not complete recovery is possible at this time, but if it can be possible in the future then I think it’s worth pursuing.

There would need to be a legal framework that prevents it from being done with children or adults who do not consent to whatever it entails, and it must be humane, for obvious reasons a lobotomy as a treatment for these issues would not be acceptable even if there is reason to hypothesize it being successful. And potentially laws saying explicitly that it only may be approved for those attracted to non-consenting parties.

Currently, treatment includes drugs to lower libido, prolonged therapy, and avoidance of the target. Generally a process similar to rehab for alcoholics to keep their focus on other things and remove sexuality from the table. This can be effective in helping them avoid fantasies and greatly lower their want to act on them, but it’s still imperfect. If there are better alternatives we should be looking for them.

[witchofhimring]

NSWF Elia Martell 18+

Elia Martell x GN Reader

Aftercare: Elia's the person to have a million scented oils and candles lying around. Aftercare usually consists of bathing and lying around. She enjoys bathing her partner because it feels very intimate. She will probably give you so much attention that you need to remind her she deserves some love too. Elia likes having her hair brushed after sex. It just feels nice.

Body part:

She loves your waist. Whether it be holding it during sex or just touching it. Sometimes when she feels extra playful Elia likes to tickle you there.

Elia loves her hands. They are very delicate and look beautiful. She loves it when you press kisses or just play with them.

Cum:

If you have a penis Elia likes you cumming inside of her. She doesn't like too much of a mess. If you have a vagina Elia prefers to use her mouth and vise versa.

Dirty secret: Fucking over Rhaegar's grave. And yes you did it once.

Experience: Having only slept with Rhaegar and the sex being pretty dull Elia knows the basics but little about genuine pleasure. So it's up to you to be her teacher. If both of you are inexperienced then you figure it out together. I think Elia would like this as it would increase the bond and trust you two share.

Favorite position: Regardless of sexual orientation I think Elia enjoys missionary. Not very kinky but it lets her look into your eyes. I think Elia would enjoy topping because it makes it easier for her to kiss you.

Goofy: I think Elia enjoys a bit of laughter. It makes the situation feel more lighthearted. I think she associates silence with Rhaegar and how boring their sex was.

Hair: Very. Elia had a habit of grooming her appearance from an early age. Even if no one but you sees it she likes the ritual of cleaning herself. So there would be some hair but not very much. I would say Elia's pubic hair is the same as on her head in colour, though downstairs it is curlier.

Intimacy: Very. Elia will only have sex if there is an intimate connection between you two. She is passionately intimate with you and is not afraid to show it.

Jack off: Not really. Elia doesn't really feel the need if you're not there. Though sometimes she might touch herself slightly to take the edge off.

Kink: She likes doing it on the rug by the fire. Also sometimes wearing her crown while you perform oral on her.

Location: Her room. Elia enjoys her privacy. Except for the one time on Rhaegar's grave.

Motivation: Elia first found out what really turned her on when she walked in on your bathing. Your skin was shinning and you smell of roses. Immediately Elia dried you off and took you to her bed. You were smooth, warm and smelt so nice.

No: Anything including degradation, either way. It makes her feel like shit and she really doesn't need that. Also, anything painful inflicted on you or herself.

Oral: She is into both. Elia had very little oral experience beforehand. Rhaegar sometimes performed on Elia though rarely excepted any from her.

When receiving Elia lives to do it on her bed. It's absolutely euphoric lying on her back feeling intense pleasure. Her feet come up to your back, heels resting on the waist. Elia enjoys face-sitting although not as much. Usually, Elia does not like bringing her royal status into play during sex, though when you mentioned Elia wearing her crown during oral she found a new kink.

Giving is a bit easier if you have a penis as she has had some, although limited, experience. If you have a vagina she will have had no prior experience. She likes taking her time to find out what you like. In the beginning, Elia performed while you gave her instructions. Though later on she took control.

Pace: Normally slow so as to take her time.

Quickie: Not a far of quickies. Elia likes to fully enjoy and take her time without worrying someone will walk in on you two.

Risk: Elia is game to try new things out. So long as both of you enjoy yourselves its fine.

Stamina: I would say Elia can go about two rounds before tapping out.

Toys: Doesn't own any. It doesn't give Elia the physical satisfaction you do.

Unfair: This would depend on whether you like teasing or not. If you don't then she won't do it. If yes then Elia is alright with it. Regarding receiving, Elia is not really a fan as it prevents her from relaxing.

Volume: Elia's moans are frequent but quiet. They come in little pants and gasps.

Wildcard: Elia giggles when you touch her feet during sex, its really funny.

X-Ray: Elia's breasts are on the smaller side. She also keeps herself fairly well groomed.

Yearning: I would say Elia likes to have sex four times a week. Though sometimes she is too tired at the end of the day. I would say she enjoys sex, but can abstain if need be.

Zzze: It's lights out for Elia.

[blueroses789]

NSWF Elia Martell 18+

Elia Martell x GN Reader sfw alphabet

Aftercare: Elia's the person to have a million scented oils and candles lying around. Aftercare usually consists of bathing and lying around. She enjoys bathing her partner because it feels very intimate. She will probably give you so much attention that you need to remind her she deserves some love too. Elia likes having her hair brushed after sex. It just feels nice.

Body part:

She loves your waist. Whether it be holding it during sex or just touching it. Sometimes when she feels extra playful Elia likes to tickle you there.

Elia loves her hands. They are very delicate and look beautiful. She loves it when you press kisses or just play with them.

Cum:

If you have a penis Elia likes you cumming inside of her. She doesn't like too much of a mess. If you have a vagina Elia prefers to use her mouth and vise versa.

Dirty secret: Fucking over Rhaegar's grave. And yes you did it once.

Experience: Having only slept with Rhaegar and the sex being pretty dull Elia knows the basics but little about genuine pleasure. So it's up to you to be her teacher. If both of you are inexperienced then you figure it out together. I think Elia would like this as it would increase the bond and trust you two share.

Favorite position: Regardless of sexual orientation I think Elia enjoys missionary. Not very kinky but it lets her look into your eyes. I think Elia would enjoy topping because it makes it easier for her to kiss you.

Goofy: I think Elia enjoys a bit of laughter. It makes the situation feel more lighthearted. I think she associates silence with Rhaegar and how boring their sex was.

Hair: Very. Elia had a habit of grooming her appearance from an early age. Even if no one but you sees it she likes the ritual of cleaning herself. So there would be some hair but not very much. I would say Elia's pubic hair is the same as on her head in colour, though downstairs it is curlier.

Intimacy: Very. Elia will only have sex if there is an intimate connection between you two. She is passionately intimate with you and is not afraid to show it.

Jack off: Not really. Elia doesn't really feel the need if you're not there. Though sometimes she might touch herself slightly to take the edge off.

Kink: She likes doing it on the rug by the fire. Also sometimes wearing her crown while you perform oral on her.

Location: Her room. Elia enjoys her privacy. Except for the one time on Rhaegar's grave.

Motivation: Elia first found out what really turned her on when she walked in on your bathing. Your skin was shinning and you smell of roses. Immediately Elia dried you off and took you to her bed. You were smooth, warm and smelt so nice.

No: Anything including degradation, either way. It makes her feel like shit and she really doesn't need that. Also, anything painful inflicted on you or herself.

Oral: She is into both. Elia had very little oral experience beforehand. Rhaegar sometimes performed on Elia though rarely excepted any from her.

When receiving Elia lives to do it on her bed. It's absolutely euphoric lying on her back feeling intense pleasure. Her feet come up to your back, heels resting on the waist. Elia enjoys face-sitting although not as much. Usually, Elia does not like bringing her royal status into play during sex, though when you mentioned Elia wearing her crown during oral she found a new kink.

Giving is a bit easier if you have a penis as she has had some, although limited, experience. If you have a vagina she will have had no prior experience. She likes taking her time to find out what you like. In the beginning, Elia performed while you gave her instructions. Though later on she took control.

Pace: Normally slow so as to take her time.

Quickie: Not a far of quickies. Elia likes to fully enjoy and take her time without worrying someone will walk in on you two.

Risk: Elia is game to try new things out. So long as both of you enjoy yourselves its fine.

Stamina: I would say Elia can go about two rounds before tapping out.

Toys: Doesn't own any. It doesn't give Elia the physical satisfaction you do.

Unfair: This would depend on whether you like teasing or not. If you don't then she won't do it. If yes then Elia is alright with it. Regarding receiving, Elia is not really a fan as it prevents her from relaxing.

Volume: Elia's moans are frequent but quiet. They come in little pants and gasps.

Wildcard: Elia giggles when you touch her feet during sex, its really funny.

X-Ray: Elia's breasts are on the smaller side. She also keeps herself fairly well groomed.

Yearning: I would say Elia likes to have sex four times a week. Though sometimes she is too tired at the end of the day. I would say she enjoys sex, but can abstain if need be.

Zzze: It's lights out for Elia.