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tasteracha · 8 months

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kinktober - day thirteen

kink: camcorder with minho ft. chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. threesome (kind of), chan is a perv, afab!reader, teensy bit of manipulation

chan didn’t think this would happen when he asked minho to borrow his camcorder a couple days ago - all he wanted was to record some practice videos to upload to youtube. he didn’t think before he took it, didn’t think before he looked through minho’s old footage of his dancing that he keeps for memories, didn’t think before watching what he watched.

it was a video of you. and minho.

in his defense, the storage on the memory card was almost full and chan was just looking for something that could be deleted to free up space - and wouldn’t minho check the storage to see if there was anything he didn’t want chan seeing first? if anything, this is minho’s fault.

sure, it’s minho’s fault that chan is one second away from jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion by his best friend, the grainy pixels leaving little to nothing to his imagination. your moans sound tinny from the low quality speakers, minho’s grunts accenting the sounds coming from your mouth as he fucks you up against the studio mirrors. your breath is fogging up from where your face is pressed against the glass, sweaty handprints from the both of you staining the surface. minho better have cleaned those mirrors after that, chan’s delirious mind supplies as he continues watching the footage he should have turned off minutes ago.

the video is from the same angle as their dance practices, the same walls on display and oh fuck chan doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. that’s the room that he dances in, he’s leaned up against that exact mirror, panting and overexerted, he’s been yelled at by minho for messing up the choreography in that exact place.

he tries. he tries so hard to forget what he saw, to get the image of you shaking apart when you came out of his head. to stop thinking about the way your skin went white from where minho was gripping it. to restrain from gripping his cock in his hand under his blanket with his eyes screwed shut and the symphony of your combined noises playing in his head like a song he couldn’t get off of repeat.

but how could he when he had to go back into that rehearsal room just a few days later to practice? what excuse could he possibly give his members about why he wanted to switch rooms from this one? the room that’s full of their most precious memories, full of laughter and tears and piles of sweaty cuddles on the floor? no, he couldn’t. what he could do was avoid that spot like it was poisonous, standing on the farthest edge of the room after practice was over, chugging water and thinking about how you both have probably fucked on the floor there, or those couches, or by the closet door.

he doesn’t notice you at first, sliding into the room to hand minho a cold water bottle and press a kiss to his cheek. the other members were slowly trickling out, passing tired greetings to you as they shuffled past, eager to go home and shower. when only minho and him were left, you went to approach him only to find his eyes already on you, glazed over at you but not really seeing.

he looks at you and all he can see is the way you were pressed up against the glass, your tits squished but somehow still bouncing, the screwed up features of your face when you were overwhelmed in pleasure. all he can hear are those metallic sounding moans, all he can feel is the urge to fall at your feet-

“bang chan,” minho snaps, jerking chan out of his fantasy. “where is my camera? you’ve had it for a while, i wanted to record the new choreography.”

“oh!” chan is starting to panic, he didn’t think that minho would ask after the camcorder so soon. he didn’t have time to prepare, didn’t have the energy to create an excuse. “there was too much storage on it, so i didn’t get to record what i wanted and i forgot to ask you about it.”

he’s biting his tongue now, cursing himself for saying too much. couldn’t he just have said he would give it back tomorrow?

“i didn’t think about the storage,” minho starts, not sounding like he had anything to hide. did he truly not know about what he had left on that camera for chan to find? “did you see anything interesting?”

he knows. he knows. chan is beginning to sweat, he can feel it in his hair and under his arms and he wants to bury a hole by his feet so he can jump into it and never climb out.

“haha, no,” he says, packing up the rest of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at minho. or you, who’s been silent since you walked in, watching him carefully. for all he wasn’t scared of minho and his adorably empty threats, he was terrified of you. “i didn’t even look. just saw that the storage was full, you know?”

he sounds awkward. he is awkward, right now.

“chan,” you trail a finger down his arm, speaking for the first time since you arrived and he’s gone, your touch leaving raised hairs in your wake. you should be angry, you should be livid, why are you touching him like that- “come over tonight to mine would you? we wanted to have you over for a while, minho wanted to cook for you. and you can give him the camera back then.”

“oh,” chan is sure that his face is flushed completely red by now, but he nods anyways. “sure! i’m free tonight. i’ll be there at seven? or whenever is good for you, i’m free. wait, i said that already-”

“perfect,” minho purrs, taking one of your hands in his and laying the other on chan’s shoulder. “seven is perfect. see you then, chan.”

he gets to your place early and sits in his car for 30 minutes, chewing at his fingernails and tapping his leg at an alarming pace. the more he thinks about it the more he overthinks - did they just want to yell at you in private instead of at the company building? did they really not know? what if he confessed and they didn’t know? what if they never speak to you again?

he has to take several deep breaths before leaving his car, and again before he knocks on your door. he’s ushered in by you, bright smiles on yours and minho’s faces as you take the camera out of his hands, and by the time he has a glass of wine in his hand and he’s sitting on the couch while minho puts the finishing touches on dinner he’s almost fully relaxed. he’s been here so many times, your apartment being a refuge to all the boys when they wanted to get away from the dorms for a bit. this is normal.

“let me put something on for us to watch,” you say at the same time minho asks chan if he wanted more wine, and you sneak the camcorder towards the tv while chan was distracted, sniping at minho that no he doesn’t want a second glass he’s not even halfway through the first one. you plug it in, smiling when it connected to the right input immediately. you scroll through the files, fingers calm on the remote even though you were shaking in anticipation inside. when you get to the right file you click on it, turning up the volume.

the image of you and minho takes over the tv, sounds coming out of the tv in a much better quality than what chan had been used to. his head whips towards the tv, wine forgotten and eyes wide as he takes in the video that you put on.

“what?” he asks, almost in a gasp as his eyes flicker back and forth between the tv, you, and minho, who had finally exited the kitchen and joined you in the living room.

“we thought since you loved it so much, we would watch it together,” minho explains, much more casually than one should be when playing a video of them fucking their girlfriend in front of their best friend. “why, is something wrong?”

“i-”, chan cuts himself off, panic choking his voice. “i’m so sorry-”

“hey,” you move towards him, sitting against his side and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “that isn’t what this is about. we don’t mind, okay?”

“we couldn’t let him sputter on for a bit more?” minho pouts, crossing his arms at you. “it was funny.”

“min, be nice,” you scold, smiling at chan.

“channie, i would have beat you up when i found out if i wanted to,” minho relents, siting on chan’s other side, sandwiching him between you both. “she likes that you watched it. i like it. okay? just relax and be good for us.”

minho’s words wash over chan, leaving him in a sort of daze. be good for us, minho had said. he could do that, chan was so good at being good. he melts against the couch, the heat from both of your bodies enveloping him as he takes in the video he’s seen over and over already.

“you planned this?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized.

“of course i did,” minho scoffs, squeezing one of chan’s thighs in his warm hand. “you think i would just let you watch that without planning it? i’m not that stupid.”

you’re not, but maybe i am, chan thinks, and he only realizes that he said it out loud when you start giggling and lean your head into his shoulder to hide your laughter.

he wants to retort, to somehow defend himself, but then video-minho changes his angle and starts fucking video-you even harder than before and whatever words were in his throat stayed behind the lump there.

“do you want to do that to her?” minho asks, hand trailing up chan’s thigh, leaving behind phantom pinpricks of sensation. he lets his blunt nails rake over chan’s leg, the delicate material of his workout pants providing no protection.

“can i?” chan breathes out, looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

“please,” you wiggle your legs open a bit, a clear invitation. his hand comes to rest on your thigh and it’s so big, so much bigger than minho’s. he slides it up, to the hem of your oversized shorts, dipping his fingers closer to your panties and -

he stops.

“but, i also want…” he ducks his head down, trying to hide his flush before glancing at minho through his lashes. minho’s brow furrows, confusion clear on his face before he puts it together.

“oh, my channie,” he coos, running a hand through chan’s hair. “we can do that too, i promise. but my girl has been waiting so long for you, you don’t want to make her wait even longer, do you?”

chan shakes his head, entire body swaying with the force of it, reenergized by minho’s promise of more. he turns towards you and you feel your breath leave your body as you turn weighless for a moment, landing back on earth to find yourself straddling chan’s lap.

“you’re strong,” you praise, feeling up his biceps as you get comfy in his lap, ignoring minho’s indignant yelp next to you. chan beams up at you, both of his hands cupping your ass and using it as leverage to pull you closer into him. his dick is hard in his pants, poking against your crotch, and you both let out lewd moans when you grind into him a bit. he glances at minho, a little insecure and still kind of uncomfortable, but minho just pulls him in and kisses him deeply. it’s a sight to see, like a movie playing out right in front of your eyes, the love of your life and his best friend making out right in front of you. chan tenses a bit but melts into the couch even faster, letting minho lead him into blissful submission as he cups his face and moves it right how he wants it.

when they part, chan’s lips are cherry red and so wet, glistening in the light from the lamps decorating the room. you can’t help but kiss him too, licking minho’s essence off of him and reveling in the way he bucks up into you like he can’t help it.

chan slides his lips to the right, peppering kisses to the corner of your lips, across your jaw and down your neck. he sucks at the spot right under your ear that makes you see stars, heat bursting in your lower belly. he was utterly intoxicated by your scent, your clean, floral body wash taking over his senses until he was all but panting into your neck.

it almost hurts to pull back from him, it’s like a stab right to your heart when he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, but you need more from him. any thoughts that you might have had of seducing him, of wining and dining him and showing him how much you really wanted him, died out once you felt his hands on you. you’ve been crushing on this man for almost as long as you’ve been crushing on minho, and you weren’t going to give this opportunity any time to ruin itself; you knew chan, knew how his self-consciousness and second-guessing worked, and if you wanted him you needed to take him now before he changed his mind.

you reach for the drawstring on his pants, pulling it open and sticking your hand in, rubbing him through his boxers. next time you’d have more decorum, you’d suck him off until he was right on the edge and make him sob when you refuse to let him come, you’d let him fuck you into the mattress and let him pin you down, but not right now.

“on the couch?” chan asks, eyes wide as they flicker back and forth between you and minho.

“you know we’ve done it in worse places,” minho says, humor lining his words as the lust takes over his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. a burst of affection takes over you as you look at him, your perfect soulmate who understood you and your desires and shared them with you like you shared everything else.

“never knew you were such an exhibitionist,” chan snipes back at him, gasping when you tug him out of his pants and boxers, the stretch of his waistband making it easy. you only have to stroke him a few times until he’s fully hard, his cock red and leaking where it curves into his lower belly.

“minho, help me,” you ask, blinking at minho through your eyelashes, and he knows what you want immediately; he hooks his fingers through your shorts and panties at once, pulling them down to your knees, just far down enough for you to be able to rub your bare pussy against chan’s cock.

“god, you’re so wet,” he curses, throwing his head back and sighing in time with the movement of your hips.

“for you, channie,” your voice cracks when his cock catches on your clit, and both of them are smart enough not to say anything about it. minho moves though, ever impatient, and lines chan’s cock up against your hole with practiced ease.

“thought about this a lot, did you?” you tease, knowing very well that both of you thought about this a little too much, sharing fantasies in hushes whispers when you were supposed to be asleep. .

minho clicks his tongue and presses himself up behind you, still fully clothed even though his dick was rock hard in his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into chan, driving his cock deep into you. you collapse against chan’s chest, a surprised yelp leaving you at the unexpected fullness. chan echoes you, burying his face into your neck with a shudder.

“tease me again and see what i’ll do,” he says darkly, hands still in a death grip on your waist. you take his threat for what it is, knowing that he would follow through with his words, and you start grinding into chan in slow circles. his hands circle your waist, fingers tangled with minho as they let you set the pace.

“please,” chan whimpers, his breath tickling your neck. you want to tease him so badly, but how could you when he asked so politely? you shift your knees further onto the couch, gaining leverage so you could lift your hips higher up. you drop back down onto him and you both moan in unison.

you lift back up and drop down, again and again and again, finding a rhythm that fits both of you perfectly. it’s like a dance, moves that feel practiced and eased, spurred on by minho’s soft whispered praises towards the both of you. the video playing on the tv had reached its end, and every sound coming from you was heightened.

“what a pretty show, all for me,” minho moves away and finally takes his cock out of his jeans, fisting it and immediately starting to stroke himself off at a fast pace. you can’t see him, you miss the warmth of him against your back, but chan can’t take his eyes off of him, transfixed by the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to him and you as you’re bouncing on top of him.

you’re shaking apart on top of chan before you realize it, orgasm taking over you as you continue to ride him. you clench around him hard, and he’s spilling into you a second later, jerky little thrusts shaking your body on top of his. minho curses as he comes a moment later, too keyed up to extend his pleasure for long. this wasn’t about him anyways; at least, not this time.

you lift off of chan with a hiss, sending him a look of sympathy when he shivers in overstimulation. you don’t make it far, pulling him down to lay against you, your back pressed up against his front. both of your pants are still halfway off, but you can’t be bothered to care right now - you’re utterly exhausted, even from just one orgasm.

the both of you barely register minho draping a blanket over you before settling on the floor in front of you, leaning his head on the couch right by where chan’s hands were around your stomach. it’s so domestic, the three of you drifting towards one another so naturally that it just feels right. later, you’d get up and eat the now-cold dinner minho had painstakingly prepared, but for now you were content to lay in comfortable quiet.

“wait,” chan breaks the silence, and you have to resist the urge to groan at him. “how did you know that i watched it? what if the storage really was just full?”

“please, you’re too obvious,” minho teases, voice soft and drowsy, and you can hear the smile in it. “plus, you were watching it in the dorms, idiot. you’re lucky it wasn’t jeongin that caught you.”

kinktober masterlist

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #minchan #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader

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alittlebabypandagirl · 9 months

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Messing my diaper makes my kitty throb...

cw - diaper messing, sexual content

I could feel my little cheeks spread against the warm, soft padding of my diaper. A thick log was poking its way through my tight tiny hole as I grunted and strained to push it out. I was on my bloated belly, straddled on top of my giant unicorn stuffie on the floor as my guts churned below me and gas leaked around the firm turd pushing out of my hole. I grunted again, the log slowly tenting the seat of my diaper. My face grew warm, sweat prickling my forehead as I continued to push my mess out. It felt so good, my asshole gaping around my mess. I couldn't help but moan as I took a brief break in my straining. I squirmed in place, slowly grinding my swollen clit against my soft padding, my asshole throbbing against the mess that was still halfway sticking out of me as I humped mindlessly. I moaned, then started to push my mess out again. It was snapping and crackling into my diaper as it started snaking easily out of me, curling into a warm mound into my diaper. I sighed in delight as a hot trickle of pee spread around the front, absorbing into the thick padding between my legs.

My body tingled all over, and I couldn't stop myself from humping my unicorn a few more minutes, my poopy mess sticking and spreading around my butt cheeks. I soaked in the pleasure for a few more moments, humping gently as I made tiny whiny moans and whimpers, my swollen clit twitching pleasantly. I wanted nothing more than to vigorously hump my unicorn into oblivion until I came over and and over and over again. But, I stopped myself and got to my feet, my legs wobbly and tingly.

I took a few steps in my dirty diaper before my tummy rumbled again. I instinctively bent down, grasping my knees and pushing my already messy bottom out. I gave a little push, expecting gas, and was surprised to feel a flood of mush erupt from my hole, spreading across my messy cheeks. I reached behind me, and felt the warm lump that was weighing my diaper seat down.

I wanted nothing more than to go mount my unicorn again and ride him furiously. Instead, I stood up straight again and called out, "Daddy! I went poopy!"

I heard him shift, coming over to my play corner in the living room. He had his hands on his hips as he sniffed the air, "It certainly does smell like a little stinker made a poopy, that's for sure."

I giggled, hiding my face behind my hands as he approached me. He put his arms around my waist and bent me over to inspect my soiled diaper. I blushed furiously as he pulled my skirt up and out of the way, peering down the waist to assess the damage.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "Baby girl made a big big mess."

"Did I do a good job?" I asked.

He began to brush his hands over the back of my diaper before pressing his palm against it, squishing the mess into my sticky cheeks. "A very good job," he said holding my diapered bottom in his hand.

"Daddy, can I please have changies?" I asked, running a hand up his thigh, brushing my fingers along the outline of his growing cock. It twitched appreciatively in response.

"Oh," he chuckled warmly. "Does my little baby want to have a diaper change?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed as I traced the outline of is shaft. "It's a big poopy, and I need a very thorough clean up."

He rocked his hips back and forth, pulling me up and against his chest as he pressed his now rock hard erection up against my tummy. He tucked my hair behind my ear, tracing a finger down my cheek and pointing my chin up to look at him. He bent down to land a tender kiss on my quivering lips, our breath mixing, heavy with desire.

"Come on, my sweet girl. Let's get you out of that dirty thing," he purred in my ear, and my knees shook as I melted into his embrace.

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#ab/dl #ab/dl girl #bd/sm daddy #diaper pooping #messy diaper #cg/l #bd/sm little

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sageispunk · 6 months

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thinking about how richie finds out ur a squirter....

warnings: 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv intercourse, mention of foreplay, richie likes when reader is loud and verbal, he's a damn tease, missionary, mention of overstimulation, begging, outercourse, Big D*ck Richard Jerimovich, mention of pubes, slight pain kink (scratching, pulling hair mentioned), praise praise praise, no specific age/gender/race mentioned, breeding kink, dirty talk, he talks u through it, mention of cumplay, just smth i wrote at 2am last night off the joint/penjamin combo ;)

he's fucking you sooooo good in missionary, tall body over you, almost cradling your body as he thrusts in and out and in and out

you've been dripping since y'all started (an hour ago--the man loves foreplay), but you can hear it now, the squishing and the squelching of him sliding in and out of your warmth, it's his own personal slice of heaven

he loves it, hearing everything-- your moans and breaths, your wetness, the slight creak of the bed as he fucks you into complete oblivion

you can barely talk, the only words exiting your mouth a combination of his name and unfinished curses

"richieee..." you crane your neck down, wanting to get a look at where your bodies met

"hmm?" he doesn't smirk but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he's proud of the way he has you, so fucking wet and needy, in his bed, on his sheets, so goddamn beautiful all spread out for him

wanting to see you fall apart just a little more, he thrusts into you one good time before pulling out, blushing at the whiny moans that immediately spill from your mouth

his hands are on your hips for a quick second before he pulls your body closer to him, leaving you more flat against the mattress

his hands travel to the backs of your knees, pushing them forward till you're folded in half underneath his slim build

the new angle gives you a better view of your glistening cunt, slightly swollen and throbbing with need and the next thing you know, both of you are watching in a silent haze as richie drags his throbbing cock up and down your folds

"please, richie, pleaseee..."

your eyes remain on his cock between your lips, the tip nudging your clit every time he moves his hips, teasing you nearly to death

"what's that, baby?"

you cry out as he taps your clit with his cock, your body jerking under him from the overstimulation

"fuuuuck, pleaseee..."

"what do you need, baby? hmm?"

his forehead is on yours, bright blue eyes shining down on you as the two of you hold that eye contact, his cock still resting on top of your clit, twitching ever so slightly

the only thing you can focus on at this point is his face, so close, right in front of yours-- his scruffy beard that you loved to feel against your face (and your thighs), his big, sharp nose that you loved feeling when he nuzzled into your neck at night, that furrow in his eyebrows that he always made when concentrating really hard on a sports game or a new recipe

and then finally his lips, when the magic words fall from them and into your ever-so inviting ears

"c'mon baby, let me hear you, i need to hear you say it.."

you don't want to hold back anymore, not with those big, blue puppy eyes staring down into your soul, so let it all spill from your lips

"please fuck me, richie, i need you, please, PLEASE, i need it, i want to feel you.."

his eyes flutter shut when he hears, and you could feel the way his cock twitches on you one second before he pulls his hips back, thrusting forward and sliding deeply inside of your cunt

"fuc-" your words are cut off as you find yourself overwhelmed with ecstasy at this new position

richie is in you, deeper than ever, you swear that you can feel him in your belly

he's pushing all your buttons, places you'd never even reached before, all whilst keeping his forehead on yours, eyes trained on your face for signs of what makes you feel good

one of your favorites, he notices, is when he rolls his hips slowly as he thrusts inside, his tip kissing a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head, while his curly pubes rub against your clit, creating the most torturing yet delicious friction you've experienced, ever

so he does that, over and over and over until you are gripping onto his shoulders, eyes watery and voice shaking, as you beg and beg, for what? who knows

his hips slam into yours, harder and harder as you feel yourself creeping up to your peak, your toes curling beside his head, and your fingernails digging into his shoulders

the pain was something both of you enjoyed, you loved to give a little pain to show how good your partner made you feel, and richie loved to recieve your scratches and your tugs at his hair because it showed him that he was doing his job and he was doing it damn well

your body tensed the closer you got, including your eyes, which clamped shut as you anticipated your upcoming eruption

he could tell it wasn't helping, you were focusing too hard on when it would hit you, that you just prolonged it even further

with two hands on your cheeks, he whispers above you-- "baby...fuck, baby, look at me, let me help you.."

although his pace doesn't let up, you allow your eyes to open up again, focusing in on the sight above you, your beautiful man staring down at you as he fucks your pussy like his life depends on it

"there y'go, mama, keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?"

you nod, using every bit of strength to keep your eyes open and focused on his as his cock slides in and out of your pussy, your muscles tightening around him, bringing him right up to that edge with you

"so fucking beautiful, baby, i swear t'god... if i could have you like this all day, every fuckin' day, i would... i would never leave this goddamn bed again.."

your pussy clenches around him at those words, and he hisses, teeth slightly bared as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting you to reach yours first

"cum for me, baby, you're so close, i can feel it, soooo fuckin' tight, it's like this pussy was made just f'me..."

a blinding white light hits your eyelids as your body begins to tremble underneath richie, your ears barely registering his words of encouragement for you

something you did recognize was a new feeling of warmth spilling down your inner thighs, down your folds, soaking the sheets below you

"oh, shit.." richie's eyes were no longer focused on your face, now they trained themselves on your cunt and how it gushed out again and again around his cock, pulsating as you came, hard

just a few moments later, richie empties himself deep inside you, filling you up with his warm seed, cock twitching with each spurt

"goddamn it, jesus.." his eyes close as he slows down, not wanting you to overstimulate either of you too much

you're still in another world, only slightly coming down from the high that richie and his cock supplied you mere minutes ago

richie stays inside you, laying kisses on your forehead, cheeks, jaw and lips as you stir back to consciousness

when your eyes open again, he's running his fingers along your scalp, nails lightly scratching and soothing you, like he always does

"when were you gonna tell me you're a squirter, huh?" a smirk graces his face this time and you grin in response, watching him sit back and pull out of your pussy, waiting for the moment that his cum begins to drip out of you (only for him to fuck it back inside with his long, skilled fingers)

#richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich fanfiction #richie jerimovich headcanon #richie jerimovich x you #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich x reader #richie the bear #the bear x you #the bear x reader #the bear hulu #the bear #my writing #sageispunk

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yeonzzzn · 30 days

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Thinking abt ghost face Heeseung tho 🫣

Dunno how but in someway and scenario Jake walks in two you and Heeseung all over each other. His first instinct was to punch the fuck out of Heeseung, assuming you were in trouble. Only to realise when he sees you absolutely enjoying Heeseung pounding in you like a madman.

He’s crazy pissed about it, although fortunately the sinful sight took over him, pissed wasn’t the only thing he was feeling. He was fucking turned on. Seeing you being so dumb under a guy who WANTS to be him? Nah this sight is straight from his dreams. He ends up joining you two, and you end up being thrown and dominated by the two. Both of them eager to prove to you which cock fucks the best.

I will never get tired of talking about ghostface!jake and ghostface!heeseung and being sandwiched between them🤠

like to have both of them just man handle and bend you to their every will. I am so here for them fighting over you too. mostly to, like you said, prove whose cock can fuck you the best. jake would be so possessive and protective too. always doing what he can to keep your attention on him even when heeseung’s cock is balls deep in your cunt. jake eventually would shove his cock along side heeseung’s in you to stretch you so good and have you all pressed to his chest and biting at your lips while heeseung is whispering the dirtiest things in your ear as his chest is pressed to your back.

oh and of course we can’t forget their knives, now can we? both men would be tracing their weapons up and down your skin as they fuck you into oblivion. jake 100% would cut his initials in your skin and smirk at heeseung in a way of “she’s mine and only mine, don’t forget that.”

god to be squished between two serial killers fucking you while fighting over you? a dream.

#yeonzzzn asks #ghostface!jake #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jake sim #sim jake #sim jaeyun #jaeyun sim #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen

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somnambulic-thing · 1 year

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Doch ahnst du auch wie tief sich meine Seele im Ozean deines Haars verfängt?

musician!Eddie x afab!reader

nsfw E 18+ piv, pegging, crying, hair pulling :3

The 90s come around and Eddie is entering his alternative Metal/Rock phase and starts growing out his bangs.

just some sloppy horny thoughts about Eddie and his hair, (started as a note, turned into a drabble, very probably messy, but it got the job done)

His hair reaches the middle of his back and it's the way he runs his hand through the front part to get it out of the way while his fingers strum a heavy gloomy melody, just to slowly slide back into his face mere moments later, that has you hypnotized in this small shitty club with sticky floors and sticky walls.

He keeps doing it after the gig, seated at the bar, roots sweaty and tips a little tangled and you can't decide if you want to comb the small knots out with your fingers or grab a fist full near his scalp to hold him in place while he keeps hypnotizing you with those tattooed knuckles between your legs.

You get to do both when you take him home with you that night; silky strands of chestnut spilling out your fist, as you pull his head back as far as his tendons allow to bite at that thick salty neck while you ride him into oblivion.

It forms ever-changing ornaments on your belly and chest as Eddie bents over you, holding your legs spread wide as he fucks you deep and slow and dragging, taking his time to unravel you while you keep making a tangled a mess out of this ocean of hair with your trembling hands.

You loop it all around your fist, once, twice and his pretty back bends for you, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of his spine as you line up that toy with his hole, holding him tight as you slide past the ring of muscle and listen to him whine your name. Eddie has been mouthy the whole night but as you sink into him again and again and again and faster and faster, faster and deeper and as you push him further down and change the angle of your thrusts his words stumble and hitch and his begging flows as one endless word and you keep going, keep wrecking him until his words run dry, replaced by hard-pressed panting and guttural moans and soft soft whimpering. You release his hair and let him slump against the sheets. You slow the movement of your hips and reach around and down to find his hot heavy cock waiting to be touched and as you stroke him slowly, fuck him slowly, Eddie starts to writhe and twitch and whine and he comes long and hard inside your fist.

“I drooled on your sheets,” he mumbles, spent and slack, his cheek squished against your chest. “Might be drooling on your tits right now.”

Your fingers gently comb his hair, gently scratch his scalp, soothing every ache left behind. “No might about it,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry, goes well with the cum.”

“And the tears,” he adds and sighs and looks up at you. “Can’t believe you made me cry.”

A strand of hair falls into his face, you don’t brush it back this time. “I can’t believe I didn’t get to see it.”

He smiles and sighs and dips his head to kiss your mouth, then looks into your eyes. “Then let me spread my legs for you next time.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson smut #shortfic #somnambulic-thing #my fic

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Nasty Stepbro | Stepbro!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Your bestie insists in studying at your house but what she doesn't know is that your Stepbro has a high sex drive and can't wait until she leaves...

Cw: Voyeourism, public sex, shameless Eddie, nasty Eddie, stepcest, cum, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of sex everywhere

Part two Part three

You just got out of school, your senior year has been kicking your ass, it's the second time you're trying to graduate and it's been horrible, you're walking down the street with your best friend, the only one that has gotten you through this stupid town and year

"Come on! Your house is just right around the corner! We're better if we study there!" She insisted

"I don't know... My brother is home..."

"What wrong with that? I know him already, Eddie is so cool!"

You but your lip, you didn't want her to know what you and Eddie had been up to when your parents weren't home and late at night too

"It's just that, he's, I don't know, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable"

"What? No way! I'll be fine!"

Memories flooded your mind of Eddie thrusting into you from behind

"You can't tell your mom baby, fuck- no one can know about this" he said as he fucked into you

You finally get home and he's sitting at the couch, watching TV as always

"Oh hey Y/n, who's your friend?" He asked feigning innocence

You introduced them and went to the kitchen to study at the table, you had a huge test coming up and it was so important for you to pass

When you were halfway through your summary, Eddie came in, he had no shame, he was just wearing some grey sweatpants, his hard dick outlining on them

"What you studying?" He came behind you, subtly massaging your shoulders

"History..." Your friend replied

"Hmm, boring"

You ignored him, but his lips started to kiss your neck and down your chest, pulling down your shirt and bra to suck on your tits, right in front of your friend who tried her best to look away, anywhere but you guys

"Just keep doing your thing, I need some release"

Soon you were getting pounded into oblivion by Eddie, his dick was hitting your sweet spot everytime and it was delicious you didn't care about your friend watching you guys, Eddie's cock was all that was in your head

"Hey Y/n, can you help with this? I can't find answer for number 5"

"I-it must be in... In there somewhere ah" you said trying not to moan, but Eddie was relentless in his thrusting

Bent over the table, boobs squished onto it, your eyes rolling back, it was a fucking show to your friend, you felt your orgasm crash onto you and soon Eddie came inside you

"Fuuuuck, good girl sis" he said riding his orgasm away, pulling out and then fixing your clothes "I'll be right back, you guys keep studying"

Your legs were shaking and thighs sticky with his cum and your's

"That was..." Your friend started

"Yeah... I told you I didn't wanna come here..." You said looking down

Later...

You were watching TV with your friend when your step brother walked in, yawning ridiculously loud

"What are you watching?"

"A family show"

"Mmmm"

Soon he was fucking you so deep your eyes rolled back with every thrust, his dick was perfect and so big and thick it stretched you out so good

But your friend wasn't having any fun, she was hella uncomfortable and wanted to leave, so she made a run for it

"Alright, goodbye guys" she said taking her stuff and making it to the door

"Bye!" Eddie said before you

"B-bye!" You moaned out

"Now that she's gone, let's have real fun"

You hated your brother, but his dick made you feel so good...

#eddie munson #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #boyfriend eddie munson #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson smut #stepbro!eddie #stepbro!eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x plus size reader

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majestyjun · 1 year

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Bad boy jun finding his sweet little baby so adorable when they clench up while he’s whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to them >_< grabbing their hand from covering their eyes and putting it on his big fat bulge while squishing your cheeks with his other hand to make you look him in the eyes, thumb tracing your glossy and pouted lips BYEJNDJD. You can take it from here

LOL okay i need to answer dis one rn RN how did i miss it ;-; millie is so dumb ugh

bad boy!yeonjun who knocks on your window late at night, shh, have to keep him a secret~~ after all, what would all the adults think of you, such a good girl, spending time with the notorious bad boy of the community… bad boy!yeonjun who stole your virginity in a classroom after everyone had gone, breaking into school at midnight n letting him slip his hand up your skirt, crying as you sat in his lap, making out as he fingered you for the first time… and then bent you over a desk n fucked you to oblivion, good girl corrupted in the very place you couldn’t imagine ever having sex~? and such a dirty girl yeonjun made you, couldn’t even make it into the classroom without blushing n clenching your thighs at the memory, think he didn’t notice?

bad boy!yeonjun who so easily sweeps you away from your schoolwork, sitting you on his thigh as he whispers he has better plans, his hand roaming up your sweater vest, eliciting soft whines as he kneads your clothed tits. thighs clenching, neck so obediently n unconsciously exposed to his smirking lips, sharp canines brushing over your skin before sucking a dark kiss mark of possession on your untouched, delicate skin. isn’t it cute when your hands cover your eyes, trying to hide the tears of shame at the wetness soaking your cute panties~? bad boy!yeonjun who grabs your hand, teasingly licking your earlobe as his voice drops to a sultry whisper, reminding you of how corrupted you are for him, placing your hand over his bulge in his pants… dirty girl should give up pretending to be so innocent now, shouldn’t you~? licking up a fat tear rolling down your cheek, so amused as you flinch in his arms, unable to resist.

bad boy!yeonjun who forces you to look at him in the mirror as he spreads your legs open, revealing the darker, wet spot on your panties, swirling his fingers over it and catching the wet fabric, teasingly causing friction against your sensitive folds, trembling in his arm across your torso, kneading your cute tit. one of your smaller hands clinging to his firm thigh and the other against his bulge, be a good, dirty girl and pull aside your panties for him as he says? shh, yeonjun gets off on such innocent submission as you move away from his bulge, shyly sliding aside your panties as he unzips his jeans, revealing his big erection. badboy! yeonjun finds it so cute when you flinch when he rubs the tip of his cock against your folds, precum dribbling from the bulbous tip, whimpering softly as you resist closing up your legs. yeonjun who marks up your neck collarbones, yanking your neckline over to expose more skin as his cock splits you apart in his lap, easily bouncing your cute body on his dick <3 dumb girl, being so loud, it’s almost like you want to be caught, don’t you~? be seen like a slut taking his cock so well, watching him fuck your tight pussy in the mirror? tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggle to stay quiet, one hand clasped over your mouth weakly, muffling lewd moans poorly <3 veiny cock rubbing against your sensitive walls, soft squelch of your slick,,, so wet for him, as his teeth drag over your skin, sucking another dark bruise,,, how cute it will be tomorrow seeing you how struggle to hide them if they’re splotchy all over ><

bad boy!yeonjun who makes you beg to cum, have to say it to him that you want his cock, want to cream around his cock, and only his cock <3 orgasm crashing down as your wail escapes your hand, so badly muffled as you sob and tremble in his arms, cunt dripping your cum around his length as he roughly thrusts up, his seed spurting inside your folds <3 yeonjun who slams your hips down against his, making your cute, tight cunny milk his cock of all his seed as he growls against your ear, filling you up n making you his~ after all, you should be his good girl n accept his gift of love n possession, should you~? and badboy!yeonjun who’s nowhere near done, his hands yanking off your clothes and easily tearing your skirt off, he just can’t stop after he sees his cum seeping from your swollen pussy… as he pushes you down, hands on your ass before ramming his hips into yours, pretty crying wail of ‘too fast’ muffled by your bedsheets <3

ps. waking up, cum still leaking from your cunt n struggling to walk… and yeonjun who smirks when he sees you stumbling over to his car down the road… you missed a hickey, darling~

#SFOP I LOVE BADBOY SO MJCH ABJDKDVEKW #yutasbunny <3 #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjunie <3 #mille.inbox

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ronearoundblindly · 2 months

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i believe johnny needs some attention 🤭 A, B, C, & D?

Prompts from this dirty ask game, and the answer is my general impressions of canon Human Torch. Note at the end explains why it can't be my Johnny Storm AU in the works.

MINORS DNI. This is not for you, kiddos. Sorry.

A - Alone Time

He's not a man of finesse, that's for sure. Johnny doesn't consider or analyze anything long enough to know what his preferences are--

(unscented lotion and BBW porn)

--and he also isn't consistent. He's too young to need to think of a self-care routine and spends almost no time alone.

When not training, away on mission, or doing PR--a big job as the bad-boy of the astronaut program and the most charismatic of the Four,--he goes out a lot.

He feeds off the attention (and approval) of others, and therefore masturbation...does not fill that void.

B - Bondage

Johnny doesn't have that kind of forethought, and if Sue ever heard one fucking whiff of him restraining someone...she'd use magnetic fields to squish his testicles into oblivion.

If him being tied up is what gets him laid for the night, then strap that puppy down already! Only improvised stuff, though, like scarves, neckties, fuzzy cuffs, or whatever.

Johnny is a speed demon in every aspect of life. Bondage takes time, limits sex positions, slows him down (when moving others), and just...yeah, not appealing.

C - Crying

What type of crying we talking? If he's just met you, and suddenly, you're blubbering about how your boss treats you or some deep-seated family trauma, Johnny will jump out the window to get away.

Now, shedding tears because of how amazing his cock feels stretching you out and because he's the best fuck you've ever had...well, he can understand that. You go ahead and cry. The only soothing he'll be doing is to keep going.

Otherwise, he's got nothing.

No sweet words. No compulsion to talk about it. No intention of diving deeper and getting to know you.

Johnny is a one-trick pony in this department (sex); there's rarely a second hookup.

D - Dominance

His existence feels like a perpetual game. Johnny is always leveling up after a boss battle, and his life--his real life--amounts to nothing more than side quests.

Naturally, he's a take-whatever-he-wants and do-whomever-whenever-he-pleases type of guy. It's not dominance or submission.

He's amused when his bed partner shows some initiative or control, but he doesn't need them to. He is used to taking over, thinking on his feet, and finishing a job.

He's what we might call a 'practical dom.' He takes over out of necessity. If Johnny slowed down enough to really listen to and bond with someone, he'd have and existential crisis and fall apart.

That's why he's only alone when passed out drunk or exhausted. He won't survive self-reflection.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I couldn't answer almost any of these using Johnny from Phantom Pleasure because that's ghost!Reader. Bondage? Of a ghost? Probably not. Crying? Eh, long story, but unlikely. Dominate a non-corporeal entity? Yeah, no. And, weirdly enough, being alone? When a ghost could be there but not visible? Oops! (Yes, reader gets to see Johnny's alone time routine in that tale. Teehee. It's the opening scene lol.)

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #johnny storm smut

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aticklishpercivalwriter · 4 months

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A Sleepy, Ticklish Aether

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Xiao | Lyney | Aether

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Summary: A sleepy Aether is a very needy, ticklish Aether and Xiao and Lyney take notice.

A/N: This takes place post-cooking for Lyney in the 4.4 cooking event. The animations for Aether and Lumine cooking are so cute! Xiao has softened up in this one and is quite a tease. Wonder where he learned it from 🤔. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one; happy reading!

Word Count: 1615

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Aether yawned as the fatigue of nonstop cooking at Wangshu Inn started to catch up to him. Paimon had it worse as she was sleep talking, so Aether sent her to their room. Wanting to close his eyes and feel the cool breeze on his cheeks, he made his way up the stairs to the top balcony.

“Yawn. I'm so tired. I wish Xiao was up here. I wonder where Lyney- oof!”

Aether collided with someone making him rub his eyes and start to apologize before his eyes widened when he realized who he bumped into.

“L-Lyney?”

“Oh! It's you, my golden ball of sunshine. Though…” Lyney took a double take at Aether’s facial expression. “You look exhausted.”

“Yeah. Yawn. I am. Yawn. Long day…”

Aether suddenly stumbled forward as his eyes drooped. Lyney caught him with a concerned expression on his face.

“Hey. Let’s get you to bed now, okay?”

Lyney squished Aether’s cheek with his hand before he carried him bridal style.

“Heyyy,” Aether pouted, weakly batting at Lyney’s arms.

Lyney smiled fondly at him and gave him a peck on the forehead.

“You are so cute, you know that?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Ahem.”

Both Lyney and Aether jolted at the sound of another voice as they tightened their grip around each other and looked towards the source of said voice.

“Oh. Sorry for scaring you both.”

Xiao stood before them with a red hue on his ears.

“Xiao! You are here!”

Aether sent Xiao a sleepy grin that made his heart melt and face heat up, the red tinge on his ears intensifying.

“Oh? Is the Yaksha blushing,” Lyney teased.

“Shut up. You can’t tell me that you aren’t affected by that. Even Wanderer isn’t immune to that.”

“What are you guys talking about? I’m just being me,” Aether said, confused.

Xiao and Lyney looked at each other before looking back at him with soft looks in their eyes.

“And that’s why we love you,” they said at the same time.

“You are just so cute for all of us,” Lyney added. “Especially for him.”

Lyney wiggled his eyebrows at Xiao who just rolled his eyes and started lightly tickling Lyney’s sides.

“I believe you were the one that was down bad for Aether when you first laid eyes on him.”

“Xiahohoho!” Lyney giggled, wiggling side to side as Aether tightened his grip around him. “Nohohohot truhuhuhue! Wait! Wahahahait! I’m gohohoing to drop Aehehehether!” He squeaked when Xiao tickled a particularly sensitive spot.

A proud smile crossed Xiao’s face. “That was for your teasing. Now come over here.”

Lyney hesitantly walked over to Xiao, giggling all the way as the tickle sensations lingered. Xiao wiggled his fingers teasingly as a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Hehehey! Whehehen dihihid yohuhu becohohome a tehehehease?!”

“I learn from the best,” Xiao said, looking towards Aether then him.

As the two continued to talk, Aether stared at Xiao's hands, mesmerized by his fingers. Their voices faded away and he imagined being teased into oblivion by both his boyfriends. Fingertips that gently graze against his side as they keep him on edge and giggling as they pepper him with kisses.

“I wanna be tickled so bad now. Please wreck meheheheeeee.”

Aether whined, burying his face into Lyney's chest before he realized that his chest feels more defined than before. He let go of who he was hugging and looked up to find a surprised looking Xiao whose expression was slowly morphing into a smirk.

“X-Xiao!?”

“What got you so whiney, sunshine?~” a deep, teasy voice sounded right against his ear as arms wrapped around him, trapping him.

He let out surprised giggles as the vibrations and breath of who he knows to be Lyney sent ticklish sensations throughout his body.

Being squished in between his boyfriends, in which he knows to be Xiao's room and bed, Aether can't help but feel more ticklish.

Xiao whispered in his other ear. “What were you thinking to not notice me teleport to my room, hmm? Was it this?” he raised his hands again and wiggled them right in front of Aether’s eyes making him shiver and hold back his giggles as he shook his head defiantly and scoot backwards only to bump into Lyney's chest.

“Are you surrree?” Lyney teased, his smirk audible. He tightened his grip around Aether as he made him look on at Xiao's wiggling digits as they slowly descended.

“I-ihihihi hahahave no idehehea whahahat you arehehe tahahalking abohohout,” Aether giggled.

He raised his hands up to prevent Xiao from touching him, but Lyney with surprising ease raised both his arms and hugged his middle tightly.

“Nu uh uh~ Come on. Tell us what you were thinking.”

“Ihihihi hahahave nothihihihng to- hehehehe sahahahay!”

Aether felt vulnerable as his body was stretched taut, his nerves on edge.

“Youhuhuhu wohohohn’t geheheht ihihihit out of mehehe! Eep!”

“Oh? So, you did have something on your mind.”

Xiao's fingers landed on Aether's belly, but never moved, much to his dismay.

“We have all night, baby,” Xiao teased.

In a different situation, Aether would be proud of him for being such a tease but being on the receiving end made him arch into his touch and whine.

Xiao just raised his hands to avoid grazing his stomach, not giving him satisfaction.

“Plehehehease! Xiahohoho!” Aether begged.

Xiao and Lyney hadn’t seen their lover be this needy before, but they had no complaints as they continued, loving this side of him.

“Please what?”

To add to his predicament, Lyney began blowing puffs of air on his ears, making him squirm and scrunch up his shoulders.

“Youhuhuhu guhuhuhuys! Hehehehehe! Thihihis ihihihisn’t fahahahair! Ahahahahaha!”

“All's fair in love and… tickling,” they said in unison.

Aether giggled uncontrollably and whined as he tried to follow their touches, but they didn't bite.

“My lohohoves, plehehehease dohoho ihihihit! Hehehehehe!”

He was losing his mind and could only think about getting his lovers to tickle him.

“Please please please plehehehease!”

Xiao experimentally slid his fingers along his belly causing him to buck up and laugh.

“AHHAHAHA! Yehehehes! Finahahally- Wh-why did you stop?”

Xiao's fingers settled back on to his stomach, not moving.

“Did you think I would just give it to you like that? Tell us what you want,” he growled playfully, blowing a raspberry on Aether's neck.

Lyney did the same, overwhelming him with ticklish sparks.

“GAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! IT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH! AHAHAHA!

As quick as they started, they stopped.

“But you loved it didn't you?” Lyney whispered into his ear.

Aether nodded, giggles filling the air as Xiao lightly drummed his fingers against his belly.

“Just say the words.”

Aether hesitated on whether he can hold out, but with Xiao tortuously drumming his fingers and Lyney now nuzzling against his neck, he couldn't hold back anymore and needed to get wrecked.

“Plehehease tickle me! I nehehehed it so bahahad! Wreheheck mehehehe!”

Giggles slipped in as Xiao and Lyney exchanged a look.

Did we actually break him? That was more than I thought he would say. Is he really that tickle starved?

Not one to make their lover suffer any longer, they went in.

Lyney moved his hands down to Aether's hips, squeezing rapidly, while Xiao went to town on his tummy.

A look of relief and excitement passed through his eyes before a bright smile appeared and laughter started pouring out of him.

“GAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY ARCHOHONS! IT TICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! HAHAHAHA!” He thrashed in Lyney's embrace, as he reflexively tried to curl in on himself.

“Of course it does, silly,” Lyney grinned, planting ticklish kisses along his neck.

Xiao just smiled as he switched to wiggling his fingers against Aether's neck and Lyney started drilling into his ribs.

“AhhHAHAHhaha! Oh maHAHAhahan! Ihiht TIHIHICKLES! NAHAHAahahaHAHA!” Aether spasmed, the mix of light and intense tickling driving him crazy.

Xiao growled, knowing how much it affects Aether and started nibbling the shell of his ear making Aether shake his head.

“Xiahahahao! Dohohon’t- heheheahaha- AHAHAHAHA! LYNEHEHEHEY!”

Lyney slid down and kneaded his thighs catching him off guard and laughing hysterically.

Not to be outdone by the magician, Xiao blew raspberry after raspberry on Aether's navel, causing him to throw his head back in ticklish mirth and tears to run down his face.

“OHOHOHO GOHOHOD! LOHOHOVES! HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! NEHEHEHAHAHA!”

They noticed his energy slowly slipping away and decided to drive him over the edge as a finale.

“Ready Lyney?” The adeptus called over Aether's laughter.

“Yup! Let's finish it.”

Taking their positions along the golden boy's death spots, Xiao at his armpits and Lyney at his hip bones, they went all in.

Massaging, swiping, rubbing, any technique they know, they used, and Aether dissolved into laughter.

“AHHHAHAHHAHA, AHAHAHA! OHOHOHO- NAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHA! EHEHEHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA-”

His laughter went silent, making them back off and watch as he recovered. With whatever remaining strength, he brought Lyney in front of him with Xiao and hugged them both, giggles filtering in as he relaxed. A blissful look made its way on his face as he cuddled with them.

“Thank you, my babies,” he said softly, giving them each a deep and passionate kiss. “I needed that. I really love you both oh so much.”

“We love you too, sunshine,” they said, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

Aether closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, embraced by his lovers.

“Night, Aether.”

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

Xiao and Lyney waited to make sure his breathing evened out before going to sleep themselves.

“Love you, Lyney.”

“Love you too, Xiao.”

“Good night.”

“Night.”

They gave each other a night kiss before they snuggled up closer to Aether, his laughter playing in their dreams.

#lee!aether #ler!xiao #ler!lyney #brief lee!lyney and ler!xiao #tickling #tickle fic #genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #percival fics #xiao #lyney #aether

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starrbright · 11 months

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Tenderness Beneath the Mirror

"I thought of my father's loneliness and felt every cell in my body fall silent. And knew this was love. And knew that I had come very far in my distance. To let tenderness rule me." Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"

Men who are adorably given to be always needy; wanting to always touch you. Be it just hands clasped together or clinging to your side whenever. Whines and babbles of words with their wants and needs. That they desperately and happily take as you give it to them, as you allow them to take. Shamelessly clingy, especially in public. Sure, cute.

GOJO, Yuuji, BOKUTO, ATSUMU, Tooru, DENJI, DENKI, Eijiro, Sero, Izuku, HIZASHI

But men who are always in need but only shows the littlest surface of how deep their desire is to the little affections.

Sex is different. It's easy to them, always has been. Always initiative, assertive--dominant. Easy to them to make you dripping of a mess with only a few trails of their wet and hot lips to your skin, soft mumbles they utter along with their heavy but ever caring touches--will always have you whimpering of that little breaths they so love hearing.

It's easy, nonetheless new to them every time. You both love it that way.

Though what you found to love more is their undeniable need they keep at bay but evidently seen and especially felt no matter how they think it's not noticable.

It's in the aftermath of making you come with their mouth, trembling thighs they lovingly caress as they drink up your essence, always ignoring your cry of soft whines, telling them to stop, you're sensitive but they only hum that low vibration in their throat as their tongue continues to lap up on you, lips making that sucking noises. Even as every last drop was consumed, they continue to have their mouth latched on your heat, eyes that never seems to break from its daze. They can't stop. They don't want to.

When that said is done yet again, they take their time having their mouth climb up to you. Always entranced by the softness and thickness of your flesh everywhere. Taking a deep breath every nuzzle they make, palms and fingers that never stops to feel you up. He basks in the comfort you have, that you give to him.

Sweet incoherent nothings they mumble. It's in the fleeting moments of sweetness before he has you crying as he fucks you into oblivion. It's in the short agonizing pleasure of being high as he has his mouth whispering, mumbling words to continue again and again.

It's in the end of the night of him tending to you, always making sure you rest to your sleep rightly and comfortably.

But most of all.

It's in his seek of your warmth as you both rest. Face always buried in your neck, your chest or your stomach. It's you who holds him. It's him who lays in your arms. It's you caressing his hair that lulls him to sleep.

It's in the morning as he clings to you lazily and yet strongly once they feel you wake and trying to get up. It's in the dismissal of his stomach rumbling from hunger, ignoring that you just said you'll make breakfast--just so he could lie down longer with you beside him.

It's either in the tight or lazy hold they keep you in from behind as you finally make yourselves breakfast. It's either in their silence or mumbling as you asked for space to be able to cook freely and easily--they just stay there. And you're always left with no choice but to work in the kitchen with a big man clinging to you like that.

It's in the moment before parting from each other as you both have own agendas to get to before the day starts. Your full cheeks squished in between their brawny fingers as your waist were locked by their arm while he kisses you endlessly. It's in the seconds of him grasping your hand before your arm could fully slide away from his hold. Roughly yet softly mumbling a 'one more' as he gives you that lazy and daze look while yours were ever gentle but bright with a little breath of laugh leaving you as you stood there at a little distance from him, waiting for that kiss. It's in the seconds that turns into minutes from your little pecks you give him that he continues with his urgent kisses.

It's in the mundane of days doing nothing but your leisurely hobby, even as that, he's so close to your side. Touching whatever they can. Whether they'd be mindlessly staring at you or they're doing their own thing--a hand is always touching you. It's in the moments of him falling his head to your shoulder, nuzzling his face to your plushness there and you know it's time to put down whatever it is you're doing. Or be it him uttering a few words before he hooks his arm on your waist and carry you to the bedroom.

It's in the moments of being out together. His hand never parts from you, whether it's just holding your hand. Or him so close by your side, his arm around your waist with his palm resting on your plush belly.

It's in the sweetest moment to the eyes of others as you both fall in line to checking out the grocery you got. His arm still around you, body leaning down as his head will fall to your shoulder, on your back or on your neck while your own hand either rests tenderly on his face or his waist as you two wait there. Having to get used to the stares you always get from the little touches he does on you that you as well reciprocate.

It's all in those moments where you feel most loved. It's all in those moments he does because he wants to, because he knows what you feel over them. You don't know that he knows it all.

Yes, they keep that kind of need at bay. But each act, each moment wades the ocean of what he holds for you.

GETO, MEGUMI, Sukuna, NANAMI, OSAMU, Tetsu, Hajime, Ushijima, Keishin, MIGUEL, Aaron Davis, Katsuki, HAWKS, AIZAWA, AKI, Kishibe

finally posted again for a while. had this thought yesterday and i just wrote it down. also for my number one here @shaisuki

i promise kishibe and makima will come home soon TT

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final-milf-ratchet · 5 months

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Hello again !

Yeah eheh, I just wanted to make sure you're interested in Magnus before jumping into horny >:3 and i'm glad you liked the fic !!

Magnus is so sensitive, and it's grown worse with how much time he spent alone traveling the universe in his little ship. His valve is such a striking color compared to his blue plating and silver thighs, it's impossible to look away from it. His node is so big too, it's SO tempting to just play with it, watch as he overloads so easily.. Thankfully, to oppose that, he can go many times :)

Predaking WAS ready to take it easy on Magnus, but then he saw that perfect, soft valve, and gave him everything instead. He starts slowly, wanting to see Magnus melting and falling apart below him, but eventually he can't take it anymore (Magnus has overloaded so many times already by the time it happens) and he just. Pounds him into oblivion. Magnus is NOT walking the next day.

He's done such a good job of it, that Magnus' valve is all swollen and puffy, folds pressing against his panels as Predaking makes him close them..

And Predaking just cannot get enough of Magnus. He loves seeing him all open and leaking, but he also loves him looking so proper.. only to have his tummy bulging from how much transfluid was pumped inside him.. He bends him over any time he feels like the bulge has gotten too flat..

Bonus side effect is that Magnus is now way more relaxed than before, regularly getting the lights fucked out of him, making him all warm and pliant, just so relaxed..

Because Predaking's breeding kink is probably the only thing bigger than his spikes. So until Magnus is ready to actually get sparked up, the transfluid bump will have to do <3

hehehe hi! 🤭

maybe the reason Magnus is so sensitive is BECAUSE he was flying alone for so long. Theres not much to do on a ship after all, the autopilot takes care of most of the flying, there's only so many times you can clean before you reach maximum cleanliness. Eventually even Ultra Magnus gets bored by it. And theres no one else on the ship, so who would notice if he spent more time then usual masturbating? A Lot More Time then usual.

i think eventually he gets to the point of just walking around with his panels open, rubbing his big node whenever he feels like talking the edge off... And then hes on earth, and has to be respectable again 😏😏 and now he keeps getting distracted by how squished his poor node feels trapped behind his panels...

ohhhhh i LOVE the idea of Predaking telling himself he's going to be gentle and slow but Magnus pussy is TOO GOOD. Eventually he has to give in...

Magnus is responsible, obviously, he can't get sparked up until the war is over, but i love the idea of Predaking keep him filled up anyway, Magnus is sooooo embarrassed... but hes not telling Predaking to stop ;)

#tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus #valveplug #predamags #predaking #tfp #laureprime

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macabrecake · 1 year

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cake, my beloved, idk if you've been asked this but given this is the stuff you've been putting out - I thought I'd ask,

dam! leon x fem! reader x re6! leon smut?

pls and ty <3

I. AM. ON. MY. KNEES. RIGHT NOW. GOD HELP

Thought ID and Vendetta Leon was the final boss??? NAH IT'S THESE FUCKING TWO

LOOK AT THEM AND TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT YOU WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH YOU. Also hi I'm cutting this close but Merry Christmas Gabby! Have a sandwich! 💕💕💕

Minors step back this is a whole different kind of Christmas present.

"Come on sweetheart. You're not tired already, are you?"

Tired no.

But oh so ready to finally break.

Leon Scott Kennedy, and Leon Scott Kennedy two years from now, have been at this sweetly cruel game for what felt like ages.

It started when one kiss turned into two, then three, then five more.

One suddenly gives into his need for a challenge and shows, despite them being the same, just who exactly is the one and only man that can rock your world the best. In the form of a gentle bite turned hickey where he knows it'll get you squirming the most.

His counterpart decides to outdo him and places another, before a small galaxy ends up being intricately printed onto your skin. Leaving you breathless and needy. Much to both Leon's delight at seeing your panties ruined with just how unbearably soaked you were.

That's when they both lit this match that would set your body ablaze with high pitched mewls and gibberish filled whimpers when your husband finally slipped inside your wet, aching walls. Inch by inch until he bottomed out completely. Then softly bounced you on his cock, while his counterpart's fingers touched where you desperately craved him.

They'd watch like starving wolves at the point where your cunt would visibly flutter and squeeze every time the brunette would sink back in with the most satisfying squelch.

Squishing you between them more so you're certain to not miss those beautiful words and wonderful groans of his that burn you hotter.

"Look at you honey, so good for us.~"

"Always so fucking tight around me…"

You know he and himself do it on purpose. They wanna see you absolutely writhe for them.

Slow and soft at first. Then a little faster, and faster, harder.

So close.

Always so close.

A half driven delirious idea that Leon is finally going to let you fall into that blissful, messy heaven. Only for all of it to stop. And steadily start over again. They're both testing you and it's driving you mad in the best way possible.

Funny. Earlier you thought Leon's future blonde headed self would be the more gentleman-like to balance them both out, right?

Wrong.

He definitely still possesses that rough nature, not that you're complaining though to be honest. They'll both still treat you right, even in the meanest of ways.

"What's the matter, Princess?" The blonde softly cooes with a light nip to your ear, relaxing his arm just enough for you to quietly gasp. Greedily swallowing new lungfuls of air before the flex of his arm makes it shallow again. But you trust him, knowing he won't completely cut your oxygen off. Only enough to keep you perfectly suspended, high like a drug you know you couldn't live without.

He makes you never want to be sober.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" God, they have both edged you to oblivion and back to the point that your pussy immediately tightens up at just the word itself, which pulls a small hiss from your Leon considering his dick is still resting inside you. So deep you swear you could feel it in your throat. You want it to break you.

Ruin you.

They both see how much of a mess you are. There's a puddle on Leon's lap and if you were to stand up right now, your essence would be a dribbling mess down to your knees and onto the floor. Your lips let go of the most pitiful whine, desperate enough to take a chance that you lightly move your hips in a search for that sinfully amazing friction. Hoping they'll now show you mercy.

Sympathy isn't what you find however, instead it's those familiar hot blooded hands clamping down tight on your hips to cease your movements altogether. The moment you softly gasped, you knew it was a bad move. One that has you shrinking submissively before the intimidating blue flames that dance in his eyes. Feeling dark colored fringes lightly brush your cheek when he leans closer. "Didn't say you could move."

Leon's voice drops an octave, almost to a snarl with his waning patience. But he knows you love to hear it. Even if you don't admit it through words, your body betrays you when your hot, squishy walls twitch around him again. It's enough for the ghost of a smirk to tug at his lips, but that's not what he's after. "And I asked you a question…"

"Yes!" You immediately yelp, your hands already grasping at his future version's arm around your neck for dear life with another tear filled sob. "Please please please yes!"

Definitely an answer both Leon's like, but not the one he wants. One hand leaves your hips to travel up and take hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to fully lock with his. "Yes what?" The brunette hisses dangerously low against your lips.

"Yes I wanna cum, sir." Comes your breathless whisper. So so ready for that euphoric coil in your lower belly to wind up and snap, you almost didn't get all the words out. Luckily it's enough to reward you with the light scratch of stubble when he presses a hard kiss to your lips that steals what little breath you have, "Much better." Then another pair of lips sneak over to lay some love to your cheek with a smile against your ear. That wonderfully smooth tone uttering his praise. "Atta girl."

Atta girl indeed because finally…

Finally, your wish is fulfilled.

In the form of the blonde agent's hand taking yours and guiding it down to your drenched little pearl to softly press on it. The action reaches into your lungs to tear an airy moan from you at the sudden jolt to your core, that would've most definitely removed you from Leon altogether if the hands on your hips and the arm still locked around your neck wasn't there to keep you in place.

A warm sound vibrates against your back, that pretty chuckle of his. And oh his words that rumble into your ear. So sinfully sweet.

"Play with yourself for us."

"Show us what you like, Princess.~"

Given how Leon has pleasured you to the point you were nothing but putty by just his hands numerous times before, you'd think he already knows what you like. But you're quick to spot the underlying truth.

They both wanna watch you get yourself off.

Normally such a bold request like that would leave you rather timid, but you can't take another second of this game anymore. Your body is aching for a release to the point you can't help but obey. Letting a cry tear it's way out of your throat as your fingers desperately rub and caress your little pink bundle of nerves. Relieved for that spark of sweet friction tingling your senses.

Much to the delight of the two agents, watching your hand work and listening to your moans, sighs, and little whines steadily rise in volume and string together into a beautiful melody of your own making. Such wonderful sounds pairing with the most lewd gushy noise between your legs. Amazing.

It's much more than enough to pull a deep rooted groan from your Leon, "Fuck." He curses in a hoarse whisper, "Feel you getting close, Sunshine." His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. Forcing you to stay still so you won't ride him. Just to be a little mean, but also because the way your heat clamps down tighter around his twitching cock is a slice of heaven in itself. The moment you start bouncing, he knows he'll be done for.

Seems his future version knows it too, given his low chuckle into your skin. "That's it, Sunshine." Leon encourages between gentle open mouthed kisses up and up until his lips capture yours, while his free hand easily engulfs your breast to pinch and toy with your hardened bud before switching to give the other some attention.

You feel him smile and hum as he happily drinks up your muffled moans like it's a shot of his favorite whiskey. Until he pulls away to whisper against your kissed swollen lips.

"Let go, we'll catch you."

Oh Leon. Always so good with his words, his touches. Everything. It does the trick, almost a little too well in fact. Like a tsunami, your orgasm crashes into you hard enough to leave you squirting. But, as promised, both Leon's squish you close when your form trembles and writhes between the two with a loud moan of ecstasy filling the comfortable space of the bedroom.

But with the gaze your Leon fixes on his blonde headed self, he knew right away. You made such a pretty mess with his dick still nestled so deep inside you, he couldn't help but get a little greedy.

"W- ait! Leon Oh f-uck! T-too much! AH!" You squeal with a gasp while your dainty hands frantically grab at Leon's wrist in a weak attempt to move his fingers away when he rubs them mercilessly against your visibly pulsing clit. All you get from him, is a loving growl.

"Keep cumming, sweetheart." Lord help, what's left for him to love if he breaks you like this? Your senses are already too high and so sensitive, you don't know if you can handle anymore.

Thankfully, his movements are quick to cease as soon as he hears your sounds beginning to drift into sobs. Bringing his hands away to gently stroke your quivering thighs instead while his future self releases you from your headlock prison. Keeping you leaned back against him while he carefully kisses at your neck, further helping to ease you back down.

"There you are." A deep tone drips into your ears like honey, once you finally open your eyes. Only to release a tired, breathless giggle at the two pairs of sweet blue eyes centered on you. "Got scared I broke you for a second." Your Leon muses, gifting you a gentle apologetic kiss. "No, but… I don't know if I can go again." You sheepishly confess between quiet pants.

Two soft laughs from the same voice and a kiss to the crown of your head help put you at ease. "It's ok, baby." Leon reassures while his blonde counterpart tugs you a little closer. Letting the two wrap you up in his shared warmth filled with sweet kisses and gentle caresses that convey all you want to know.

The night is far from over.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #resident evil damnation #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #re6 leon #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

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blac-martian · 1 year

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*.❅·. Sweetheart *.❅·.

Changbin x fem reader

Mature content, grammatical error, MDNI.

Note: I'm sorry.

"F-Fuck!" He panted, trying to catch up with you. "Slow down sweetie- i'm seeing stars!" He moaned throwing his head back at the intense pleasure you brought as you rode him to oblivion. "Are you now? Are they pretty?" You asked leaning forward to clasps his wrists together above his head.

"Fuck yeah! So pretty!" He said releasing his hand from your surprisingly strong hold to land a smack on your ass. You mewled arching inward at the shiver that passed your spine. His fingers now digging into the plump flesh before pushing you forward. "Oof!"

This caused your elbow to weaken and you dropped forward, your face pressed in the pillow above changbin's head while your tits were squished against his face. "S-Shit!" You moaned feeling him lift you up a little before thrusting his hips up impatiently not wanting to stop this euphoric moment.

"Gosh, you feel so good sweetheart." He groaned bringing his other hand to cup your ass. You gasped for air as you lifted your head from the drool stained pillow, a string of saliva clinging onto your lips from the soft cushion.

You heaved going crossed eyed from the pleasure, almost at the gate of your orgasm as your eyes were on the verge of rolling to the back of your head and so was the tightening sensation in your abdomen. "Binnie! I think am- uoh!" You shuddered feeling him trail his fingers up your spine.

"I know baby- fuck- it's like you're squeezing my dick off." His whispers coming out muffled due to your mounds suffocating him. Don't worry he likes it :). He grunted feeling his balls tighten, signaling the rush of semen about to be released into your soft walls. "Please come with me- please please plea-suh!"

He wrapped his arms around you as he pleaded, bucking up wildly to chase both your orgasms and with broken moans and whimpers you both came simultaneously. His seeds pumping into you non-stop and you accepting it by grinding into him.

"Hmm... So full binnie.." You said attempting to sit up before shivering, you looked down to see a dazed changbin his lips glittered with spit. A string barely visible connected his lip to your boobs before breaking off. "You ok, honey?" You asked.

"Yeah- sorry you just look so pretty." He admitted, eyes snapping up and down your body. So beautiful he thought, from the hickeys on your neck down to your breasts and your twitching hips to both of your essence dripping out of your hole, enamoured by you he requested. "Again."

#episode 2 #seo changbin #changbin stray kids #changbin smut #changbin x female reader #yarnfic #forgive me pls #amouri's closet ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

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dreamyautumns · 7 months

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A friend of mine gave me a fic idea for Giant!Deuce and Human!Ace so I think I’m gonna write about these two buffoons for today😎

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Ace grabs hold of a ladder standing just outside Heartslabyul dorm and begins to ascend it. He's holding a large box of cookies, a scowl across his face.

"Ace Trappola! YOU made Deuce Spade angry enough to the point he broke half my dorm, so YOU shall be the one to fix it! Now, go make up with him this INSTANT!"

The ginger took a nervous gulp and looked up at his... "friend". Deuce, one of the only sizeshifters at NRC, had gotten so heated after arguing with Ace to the point he grew out the dorm and broken down half of it. The blue-haired boy sat, slumped against the building, a frown sketched across his face. Ace couldn't really tell what Deuce was feeling. Was it guilt? Anger? Fear?

Ace shook off this thought and looked down at the cookies in his arms.

He better like these... or else he's just another ungrateful asshole...

Ace climbs onto the roof and slowly walks up behind Deuce. The giant holds a rose bush in his hand, banging it against the soft earth besides him. Fallen petals scatter in the wind as the ginger clears his throat and looks up.

"D-Deuce! Down here!"

Deuce stops swinging the bush around and drops it, a heavy thud echoing off the walls. He turns to face Ace, his sea blue gaze piercing right through Ace's ruby red eyes.

"Ace... you got me in trouble with the House Warden! I lost my temper and crashed through the roof because of YOU! You're the last person I wanna see right now, so just beat it you ginger ant!"

"Is that really the best you could come up with?" Ace asks. This provokes Deuce, as the blue haired boy glares daggers down at him.

"You're a real douchebag, y'know that, Trappola? You're obviously not here to make up with me if you keep making me upset."

Right. Be nice to him, or else you'll hurt his "feelings"... Ace mocks Deuce within his mind.

"My bad, dude."

"My bad"? Is that ALL you have to say?" Deuce asks, cracking his knuckles. Each pop sounds like the crackle of thunder as the ginger backs up.

"N-no, actually. I did come here to apologize..." Ace rubs the back of his head. "Clover-senpai told me to bring you these cookies to... demonstrate how "sorry" I was, or something like that. Y'know, you REALLY gotta stop losing your temper like that. You almost squashed like, 20 people! Our House Warden included! What if-"

Deuce's eyes widen, his face contorting to a look of rage. Ace shuts up and sets the box down on the roof.

"You ever learn when to keep your mouth shut?" Deuce asks.

"You ever learn to stop taking everything someone says as something negative? I'm just providing... hmm, what's the word? Insight."

Deuce snatches the box off the roof and points one of his gigantic digits at Ace in an accusatory manner. "Keep running your mouth and I'll flatten you under my thumb, got that?"

"Whatever! Keep yappin' like this and the House Warden's gonna lose his-"

Ace has no time to finish before Deuce grabs him in a gloved hand and stands up to his full height (for now, at least; he could potentially get bigger...). Ace, for once, can feel his heart pounding in his chest as fear sets in.

"I told you to stop mocking me, and WHAT did you do?! HUH?!"

Ace covers his face as he prepares for the worst until someone's voice calls over the commotion.

"ACE TRAPPOLA AND DEUCE SPADE!"

The two first years look down to see Riddle standing on the roof. Deuce immediately sets Ace back down and stands with his arms at his side.

"T-thanks... House Warden-"

"Don't thank me. You continue to insinuate arguments with Deuce, and for that, he nearly crushed you into oblivion. Trappola, apologize to Spade this instant."

Ace looks up at Deuce, who folds his arms and glares at him. "Ugh, fine... Deuce? I'm... sorry." Ace chokes out the word sorry like a stale piece of bread.

"Now, Spade. Squishing your fellow dorm members is STRICTLY forbidden. I want you to shrink down and apologize to Trappola."

Deuce nods his head, and slowly, he begins reducing his height. In mere seconds, he's now Ace's exact height as he jumps down on the roof.

"Ace, I'm sorry for almost flattening you. It'd be great if we could just put this behind us, yeah?"

Ace scoffs but reluctantly nods his head. "Sure, whatever. Can I leave now?"

Riddle nods. "You may. Oh! Actually..." The House Warden picks up the cookie box and shakes it up and down. "How about you two share these? Together?"

"WHAT?!" Ace and Deuce ask in outrage. The two boys instantly begin to clamor over one another as Riddle turns around and sighs.

"They'll never learn, will they?"

With that, Riddle climbs back down from the roof as the two freshmen begin their bantering once more.

#g/t writing #g/t #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland g/t #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst g/t

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