#if you can sneak a peek tho

[ophernelia]

these two this episode are really really doing it for me. aj too but she's in a precarious situation this episode so i can't post a sneak peek of that lmaoo.

[redo-rewind-if]

You'd really think MC would be used to all the weird shit going on in their life by now but I guess not. Rip to them I guess. 🤷‍♀️

[ask-the-bone-boys]

ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

[muirneach]

this is honestly so fun. ‘i can make any song about my character’ paltry work. hockeyblr is sitting in a circle doing arts and crafts and turning literal chemical elements into hockey players

[the-kipsabian]

i got so excited about getting an email that my stamps have shipped

is this what being an adult is like?

[kyujism]

FAESIE IL LITERALLY ON MY INEES BEGGING.

BABE EHAT.

[beantothemax]

Just finished and scheduled the birthday drawing so now I truly have no more tasks to complete until Christmas. I feel like Atlas after he tricked Hercules to hold up the sky

hooray!!!!

[zzencat]

A Peek Into Your Future Person’s Midnight Thoughts (NSFW) - Timeless ⏳

From left to right. It’s the one you can’t take your eyes off of.

Batman wouldn’t get this info out of ‘em. What are they thinking about when they text you good night? These are the fantasies they’re too shy to share. No spiritual identities were revealed. (Minors DNI)

Note: This does not necessarily have to align with your kinks. This is what your future person wishes they could do to you.

Must do before you choose: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.

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Pile 1. ‘Yeah? Say that again. I dare you.’

straight up strength kink. trapping you between their arms (thank you kim mingyu for the inspo and energy)

you could share a (huge) height difference with this person and it makes them want to protect you

they either have a muscular build or are very much taller than you. a lot of fs in this pile have both. especially working out the arms.

they like to see you feisty so that they have a reason to conquer yo ass

HEAVILY thinks about pushing you against a wall (a beige-colored wall, in particular) in a hotel room and fucking you against it

the type of person to edge you so much that you start crying

this person may have given you hints or will you give signs of their kinks before, so you will get the idea that they have a brat taming kink

will purposefully try to piss you off to get you all hotheaded and feisty. they really want to test your limits so that you “try” and “teach them a lesson” or “intimidate them” with a finger to their chest and everything—like “just bc you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you can keep pissing me off.” it’s laughable for them bc this is what they wanted. they’ll let this build up for a little more, keep trying to rile you up…UNTIL it explodes and they finally show you who’s really in charge. you may or may not of like this but you’ll be blushing like crazy lmfao

they tend to go for types that are too easy to overpower physically. it’s even cuter if you’re shorter than them and very obviously can’t take them down

fantasizes about holding you down/keeping you stationed while going down on you

this person might be hairy. think of a human to werewolf transformation. a good 50% of you will encounter someone completely clean shaven, sophisticated looking, keeps composure so damn well, but has reallllly freaky desires and fantasies. you wouldn’t be able to tell. the hints are subtle tho and will come up in their everyday actions towards you. (example: cleaning up after you or watching out for you, holding you close when a stranger approaches…i’ll add more in the points of interest 🤧)

holy shit…listen, if this is a sibling of someone you know, they’ll def fantasize abt fucking you with said sibling(s)/family members around, sneaking around the family house, doing it in risky places and times (have mercy!!!) — ex: cupping your mouth while they go down on you or tease you like “you don’t want them to find out, do you? keep quiet for me”

they’d love to hold your jaw in place and make you look at them while they pleasure you

wouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed for making you moan too loud. if youre at an event, they get off on people hearing you — doesn’t matter if your parents or the elderly hear it

this person really gets off on the idea of having sex in public. they’re a true exhibitionist :)

(expanding off my previous point) most of the fs in this pile don’t get…jealous?? like very “look but don’t touch” type of person when it comes to you; they know people don’t dare to compete with them. this person is very confident in where they stand in your life. if you ever suggest bringing in someone to watch you guys, they would be okay with the idea. now, a very small percentage are extremely possessive in this pile, but the idea is the same. i’m not ignoring them but only mentioning them slightly bc the small percentage want you to at least be aware that they’re capable of feeling extreme possessiveness (reminder: not the same as jealousy). as long as people know that you guys are together (and it’s been made obvious) and don’t try to cross the line or make passes at you, pile 1 fs is confident enough and typically doesn’t feel the need to prove more

^^ but i will say that some subtle signs of jealousy include trying to look superior to other “threats” to your relationship

stay with me now. they fantasize about you trying your best- whatever that means ?!?! bc of the height difference, if you get sassy with them or even get annoyed at them, all they do is just smirk and make it known that you’re just a doll to them (to keep it very vague w you).

honestly this person would be down to take you anywhere. for some reason, they always want people to know you guys are fucking so they think about doing it in public a lot. this person could work on just simply having nice slow sensual sex in the bedroom tho. i think it’s just cuz they crave the thrill and it’s a fat ego boost. but cmon…it’s nice to just have some chill loving sex once in a while (i’m nudging their spirit abt it)

you guys could be TOTAL opposites and have an enemy-to-lovers trope going on. OR extremely similar feisty, fiery personalities. some people here have a fwb or ewb kind of relationship w them already OR one of you has fantasized abt it

they could honestly give you a whole list of what they like and want to do to you but would rather show you (they’re pretty impatient). they need to know you’re wanting- no- craving the same thing- that you want them as much as they want you

points of interest: teasing to NO end (in bed and out); has a habit of calling you pet names (even when not in a relationship w you) or nicknames; tall; height difference; possible mbti: very VERY estp, entj, a tiny bit of estj vibes; your front or back against the wall; take you down - chris brown; backshots; hands behind head, “try it. i dare you”; “you’re not that strong” (idk who- either you or your person says this in hopes to rile the other up); tickle fights or play fighting that leads to…other things 😏; a friend’s sibling, unexpected or forbidden relationships; going down on you in a closet at a family vacation home (?!?! damn)

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Pile 2. ‘Treat me like your doll.’

you or this person could be a switch, but regardless, you will have many chances to take charge

the bondage is too obvious in this pile. they also may have body image issues

this person could be sub-leaning tbh. probably struggles making eye contact with you during the deed or just in general (w/ you or people)

wants to please you and be used by you

masochistic as hell

someone here struggles with very obvious self esteem issues, but through this relationship and learning how to trust and be vulnerable, you will both heal each other on a deeeeeply emotional level. you will make this person feel comfortable in what they fantasize about and this will be reciprocated

for some in this pile, like a good 45% of people, your fs may have dealt with sexual guilt growing up. (for a second, i felt like saying more but it’s safer for me to keep it vague for their sake.) this is reallll vague, so i’ll try to word it more carefully…the guilt can come from a plethora of things…

yk what would be beneficial for them? if you pleasured them while making them look in the mirror

this person is pretty shy with expressing their sexual desires. for many, this could be their first time, or just extremely inexperienced (but they feel embarrassed to admit that)

listen, the emotional sex will be insane. crying, lots of love—if you’re into dacryphilia, this will be your jam

trust is so important for them. also looking at each other’s eyes while going at it

deep long kisses that fade into sloppier, more desperate and needy ones (coming from more of their side)

idk how to explain this kink but it’s like…getting off to something you can’t have? they’d feel guilty about touching themselves to the thought of you (during the time you’re not yet dating each other) and that mental image would spiral into picturing you standing in front of them and just watching them get off to you while they’re on their knees. they see you as someone to be worshipped. they’ll be begging and possibly crying for you to let them cum

yk the deeper i dig into this, the more emotional it gets. i think this person is a huge people pleaser and has found it hard to be loved in this life time. but no worries, bc this relationship will help you both connect and become vulnerable. as long as you’re confident in yourself and carry a normal to high self esteem, you should be great in the relationship

mommy/daddy kink (it doesn’t mention who will be what but it’s def gonna be something they’ll be shy to confess), loves praise, collars (being collared), being your pet

this person would thank you for touching them. they could get pretty poetic in bed when edged for hours and under so much exposure

they def have the ability to be more dominant, but you’d really have to reel it out of them; they’re afraid of messing up

on the other hand, degradation will work wonders on them as long as you soothe those wounds later. praise and degradation will change this person’s life lmfao, as long as your timing is right

they’ll touch themselves thinking about soft and sensual, sensitive and teasing sexual acts, like mutual masturbation or if you use your hand to get them off while peppering their jaw with kisses

very sensitive person so their has to be a lot of trust between you to unlock the…freakier stuff (which is why i’ll cut it short. this is all they’re giving you for now 😎🤚)

points of interest: pinkie promises, very in tune with their feminine energy, “you’ll be here forever, right?”, very soft person with an insane sex drive, shy, doesn’t ask for much- just wants you to be there with them, quietly existing, kinda reminds me of those emo kids who date and kiss in the corner (but you guys will be engaging in no such cringe, esp not in public), shyly clings onto your hand, HOODIES hoodies hoodies, cool toned filters on pictures, matching clothes or accessories- i’m getting one person has a lock and the other with a key, collars with a heart on it, likes when someone gets possessive over them, will unintentionally spill their thoughts and ideas and then apologizes for rambling…i feel like a lot of you in this pile relate to them a lot…like very similar in personality or smth…lot of similarities (even subtle or suppressed parts of your personality), i really don’t think you’d be able to tell they’re a secret freak (maybe thru the way they dress but by personality, prob not), very artistic people- whatever art form they love or seek comfort from, you will find this very attractive and unique

- very small note: i realize that i don’t feel the need to correct the commas and make them semi-colons to show the list. i think it’s their energy being very forgiving and that they don’t care if you mess up (lowkey it’s bc they’re used to being hurt 😞). very unlikely to call out your mistakes. they just want you to be there with them, to love them of their flaws. they will undoubtedly do the same. they just don’t want you to leave them.

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Pile 3. If you look at them, you’ll laugh.

ok right of the bat, you guys are unarguably the most “nontoxic”, healthy, but also vanilla relationship out of the piles 😂😂

this person doesn’t have too many crazy ideas or thoughts when they think about sex tbh. they also don’t watch porn or at least are not addicted to it. very vanilla person with a normal sex drive

they prob get off like once or twice a day but sex to them is a bonding activity with you filled with laughter and some jokes (which both of you could work on if you want to ever engage in more kinky and dark stuff, esp since it could be hard for you to get serious and in the mood)

^^ like if you’re being handcuffed and you’re ticklish, this person will tickle you (unless you like this being done, it could mess with the sensual moment a bit 😅)

very gentle person. thinks about caressing your body

very affectionate and wants to tend to your needs. the last thing they want to do is have you in tears after sex (unless it’s happy tears)

they’re mostly serious with sex when they’re touching themselves alone (if you’re not physically there)

if you’re doing long distance, they’ll wait to have sex w you rather than touch themselves

don’t get me wrong yk they’re down to doing the freaky stuff too- but i think you guys are so in the “best friends” laughing with each other all the time, it could get unserious real quick 😂😂 if you’re okay with that, things should be ok for you 👍

open to engaging in all sorts of kinks and sexual fun, but they prefer it to be with you and not with another person involved. not that theyre judgmental of it, they just don’t want to have sex with others watch you guys or having another person/people involved. they prefer it to just be the 2 of you

so much laughing, too many good vibes, they’re completely enamored by you

you could share a similar personality to each other, but weirdly, without disrupting the balance

just touching your skin and cuddling for hours = sex for them

points of interest: EXTREMELY LOYAL; can’t see anyone in this world but you; loves what you think are your flaws; massaging your feet; caressing your body fat; will go wherever you want to go and they’d plan the trip too if you’d like; very kind person—so nice that they could try to help everyone- they don’t look at these as bad things at all; animal person; they’re as warm as they look; it would take a long time to piss this person off bc they’re that understanding; they could come off as too positive and naive tho, if you’re like “don’t you see that person was trying to scam you?” and they’d shrug, pull you close with a grin and be like “it’s okay. they probably needed that money. i don’t mind 🙂‍↔️”, very precious soul, not into polygamous relationships

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Teddy Note: Sorry guys I forgot my little ending speech so I’m going back to add it here- THANK YOU for taking the time to read this. I hope your day is going smoothly and if not, no worries, we got tomorrow. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. I love that saying when any reader says it. Energy can seriously follow you if you dwell on it too much, while thinking about it negatively. Again, thanks for joining me on my readings if you’re new here :)

Have a good one guys. Teddy out 😎👍👍

[lady-ashfade]

Hello. I saw that your wishes for Percy Jackson were clear. I wonder if you can write for yandere son percy jackson and mother reader?

Yandere Percy Jackson x Mom!reader (platonic obv)

-£ hope you don’t mind this being short! I have a lot of Fics to work on but I needed to make you something!

-£ warnings: Yandere behavior, being protective, and violent behavior.

Percy only likes your attention to be solely on him and no one else. Of for some reasons you are interacting with another kid he gets angry and starts to throw a fit to get you to pay attention. And you’d offend get calls from the school about Percy “pushing” or “biting” another child.

He’s a very needy child. Needing to be held by you, needs to play toys with you, even sometimes plays the hero to save you.

When you enrolled him in school you didn’t know how he would react. He would cause trouble to get sent home, do anything he could even finding a way to sneak out of the school. He was a trouble making.

It took some convincing to actually get him to stay in school

When he is slightly older he doesn’t acted out as much. He is hiding his actions away from you.

But expect percy to glare at any man he sees talking to you or even sending a glance your way.

Helping you with the groceries and refusing to let you carry a lot.

“Mama” he peeks his head into the kitchen, “I need help with this question.” and you of course help him. even tho he understood the small question.

Lets say what happened to Sally happened to you instead? He would actually go crazy. Killing the minotaur? The monster should be glad it died before he could stab it over and over again.

“Father if you are hearing this,” he spoke as he placed the blue jellybean into the fire while closing his eyes, “You failed to save the one person who I cared about. If you need my help, consider me out. I could careless about your war, or you.”

He didn’t want to be in camp at all, until he found out that you were alive.

Of course he jumped on that quest to safe you and didn’t even care if he got the lightning bolt. You could still be alive and that’s all he needed to hear.

He would tear Olympus down brick by brick and have the gods begging for mercy if he need to.

(If you catch my slight quote from the second book hats off to you)

[soobnny]

dating him | lee know

❝ come over, the cats miss you ❞

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

if he wasn’t a menace before (impossible btw), he sure as hell is now

this man is relentless

teasing as his love language

just loves riling you up bc he thinks ur reactions are so cute

and he smirks a lot too

if he wasn’t so damn attractive, u would’ve wiped that smirk off his face !!!!!

“wait min, i got a text”

“nice to know you have friends”

u hate him 😭😭😭😭😭

he’s such a little shit that he’s even rilling u up during ur dates

like

laser tag games where he kisses you to distract you before taking you out

HE’S SO MEAN

he’d push you against the wall with a sly smirk and you think you won’t fall for it again, but you do

every single time

u should’ve known better

this is lee “resident cheater in all possible games” minho

anyways

he is also an ass lover ❤️❤️❤️

i’m sorry but u cannot go into a relationship with him without expecting him to always have his hand on ur ass in some way

so in short

the trope is giving u thought he was out of ur league but he’s actually a weirdo

so now u’re dating the Weird Kid

(u wouldn’t want it any other way)

his other love language is acts of service

i said in my chan one that minho also gives Chief Hong from hometown cha3

like tell me i’m wrong

man wife #2

he is ur personal handyman

he’s just good at everything

will most probably only do it for u tho

seungmin: hyung can u fix my sink

minho: no

seungmin catching strays 😂😂

you: babe—

minho: what do you need me to do now

he says it in fake annoyance too

but he’s got his tools in his hand already ready to do whatever u want

obsessed i tell u

he drives u around too

if you have an event, a party, a project, anywhere you need to be

he’ll drive u there

he always makes time

AND he picks you up too like shut up

it could be a party that finishes at 2am and he’s just waiting for your call to pick you up

sometimes, you tell him he can just sleep early bc your friend will give you a ride home

when you get home, look … he’s still awake

he’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time to make sure you’re safe

BUT he doesn’t say anything

the moment he sees you’re alive and breathing (and doesn’t need taking care of), he’s on his way to the bedroom to sleep

when u look around, he’s done the chores already

he just does things to lessen the load that u might have u know

if u’re so stressed with anything, he’d silently clean up ur room or bring u food

so u don’t have to think about that anymore

also the best chef in town btw

he likes cooking together

and by cooking together i mean like he does all the work and u just stay there and keep him company

he can’t risk ur clumsy ass injuring urself

comforts u thru his cooking too

would baby u and feed u when u’re sad

his favorite dates with u are quiet, homemade dinners

just likes being with u and u only

away from everyone else

as niki would say, i don’t like anyone except sometimes you

it’s in moments like those that he just unwinds and shows u his softer sides

he’s honestly just so gentle and soft

he looks at u with stars in his eyes

ugh such an attentive listener too

sometimes u think he isn’t listening, but he’s got it all memorized

“yeah u mentioned it on our date 3 months ago”

like damn

anyways, moving on

his pet names for u give olden times

honey, darling, jagi

but also loser, idiot, stupid girl (endearingly)

so u two are giving me old married couple

u’d both wake up early and have coffee or tea together and just talk abt anything

also this is far into the future but like

sneak peek at minho as ur husband

i think u two would be the type to have a garden

like gardening would be ur little hobby

he grows fruits and vegetables

u beg to grow flowers

OK BACK TO BOYFRIEND MINHO

randomly sending selfies thru the day

THOSE selfies

u know what i’m talking abt

forces u to send selfies back

(ur photos are all saved and hidden in his phone but he will never tell u that)

oh u’ve also become his cats’ mom btw

one of ur favorite errands to do is going grocery shopping for his cats

u’d always end up buying them a gift

“u’re the reason my cats are spoiled”

SUUUUUUURE minho suuuuuuure

cat fashion shows

like dress to IMPRESS

(btw idk why but i feel like u could force him to play roblox with u)

he also uses his cats to lure u to visit him btw

“soonie misses u, u’re being a bad mother”

it’s just him who misses u let’s be real

and if ur favorite thing to do with him is cat shopping, his is walking by the han river with you

he loves walking

esp when it’s with you

just a peaceful walk tbh like yall don’t even have to say anything

tho sometimes when he’s feeling playful, he’d suddenly play tag with you

ends with both of u just sitting by the river and looking at the lights and the stars and holding hands or maybe ur head on his shoulder

damn wish that were me fr

when u go home, u watch some variant of a trashy reality tv show together

u’ve basically seen it all

but if anyone were to ask u what happened in those shows, yall wouldn’t know

u two were too busy just making out instead of paying attention

or falling asleep

old married couple i’m telling u

expect to also be dragged into his camping

when he has particularly long days off, he’d propose going camping together

ah, the beauty of warm bonfires and quiet conversations

he’d take good care of you the whole time

like yessss do your job as a man and fix up this entire camping site

and he does

tho, aside from camping, he’d also suggest hiking to take in the view of the mountains and the pretty sky

u’d wake up early on both occasions just to watch the sun rise

in contrast to these very productive activities, sometimes minho also just loves lazy sundays where you just cuddle for the entirety of the day

what more could he want

u and his cats with him

that’s honestly just the dream

good luck cat mom

have fun acting like an old married couple with lee know

he is the dream man

nonchalant to anyone else except u

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[wnbnny]

forbidden fruit - nishimura riki

slytherin!niki x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: hogwarts au, pureblood/muggleborn society, use of slur "mudblood", a lot of angst, betrayal, lots of swearing, fluff, use of third person pov, niki's friends basically being assholes, threats and mentions of death, can get a bit dark at times i guess, idk man idk how to write tws

genre: coming of age, enemies(ok not really but society issues and stuff) to friends to enemies to lovers, hogwarts au

status: coming soon... (taglist open!)

author's note: aaa i'm so excited for this omd >< taglist is open for this fic!

sneak peek...

"you really think i would make friends with a mudblood?" he sneered, upper lip curling up in disgust as you shrank backwards, his friends smirking at your heartbroken expression.

"i-"

"filthy mudblood."

two words snarled at you. two words that broke your fragile glass heart as you crumpled, leaving you heartbroken and hurt. two words that completely destroyed whatever friendship the two of you had managed to build up, leaving only ruin in it's wake.

@capri-cuntz @vixialuvs @enhagvrl @judeduartewannabe @livnmsy @heeseungspookie @ming-h0e @istphanie @soobs-things @kangseulgithegreat @hohohobo @asteria-wood @belowbun @gudkc @hearts4itoshi @saintriots @mora134340 @riksaes @ak-aaa-li @strawberrymilkyum @heart4hees @lovleybahiyyih @yjsunzi @yoonzns @firstclassjaylee @baekxo07 @rk1stars @luminouskalopsia @wonniesverse @starseungs @sleepdeprivedline @soobiary @kpop-fanatic-lover16 

@capri-cuntz @vixialuvs @enhagvrl @judeduartewannabe @livnmsy @heeseungspookie @ming-h0e @istphanie @soobs-things @kangseulgithegreat @hohohobo @asteria-wood @belowbun @gudkc @hearts4itoshi @saintriots @mora134340 @riksaes @ak-aaa-li @strawberrymilkyum @heart4hees @lovleybahiyyih @yjsunzi @yoonzns @firstclassjaylee @baekxo07 @rk1stars @luminouskalopsia @wonniesverse @starseungs @sleepdeprivedline @soobiary @kpop-fanatic-lover16 

(i'm so so sorry if the tags aren't woking, i'm fixing it TT taglist is still open tho!) (some people might get re-tagged multiple times in this but so sorry for the false alarm, i'm just trying to get the tags to work)

[ikeucity]

brought the heat back. | the masterlist

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. open!

pairings. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader

status. on-going warning. contains omegaverse!au, heat, rutting, extreme jealousy, obsession, emotional intensity, explicit sexual content, slow-burn, explores themes of power dynamics, omega submission, alpha dominance, scenting, manipulation, unprotected sex, knotting, creampies, and non-consensual elements. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni.

note. (will not write smut with niki yet because he is still a minor, most i'll do for him is suggestive content because i plan to make this a long running series, niki will be sure to get the spotlight. just not as much as his hyungs tho. for now.)

⭑𓂃⸝⸝ in a world where instincts dominate, you're an omega assigned as the housemother for enhypen—a group of seven alphas. what should’ve been a simple task turns into a dangerous game of control and desire, as you fight to maintain composure while the alphas slowly chip away at your defenses. a story of power, temptation, and the thin line between duty and desire, leaving both you and the alphas questioning how long you can resist.

── .✦⸝⸝ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

⭑𓂃 chapter one: the alphas' claim

your father has made a life-altering decision: you’re to become enhypen's housemother, a move he insists is for your own good. bound by a suppressing necklace that tempers your omega instincts, you arrive at the flat where you’ll meet the seven alphas you'll be living with. as you prepare for this new chapter, your thoughts swirl with curiosity and apprehension—how will they react to you, and can you really keep control with them so close? little do you know, the alphas have just arrived, and your carefully controlled world is about to be tested.

⭑𓂃 chapter two: in their hands

surrounded by seven alphas who’ve been watching your every move, their scents and touch pull you to the edge of control. the rules don’t matter anymore—they want you. resisting the heat and desire is impossible, and as their words break your defenses, you're left torn between fighting the urge or giving in to the temptation that’s been burning for too long.

⭑𓂃 chapter three: ??? 🗣 when can we expect chapter three? stay tuned—release date to be announced soon.

last time this post was updated: september 8, 2024. 9:00am

── .✦⸝⸝ 𝐛𝐭𝐡𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[pazzi-535]

In between (paige bueckers)

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"Does this look good?" I say to Azzi "yes now you can look all nice for your little girlfriend" "she's not my girlfriend" I say rolling my eyes.

"I think we should go to Victoria's Secret, I've been needing some new underwear,” Azzi says. “Oh my God yes,” I said excitedly. We walk into Victoria's Secret and Azzi immediately goes to the underwear, while I walk around looking at pajama sets. I look around a little bit more when I see a lingerie set that catches my eye. 

All of a sudden Paige calls me “Hey, where are you and Azzi right now?” she says sounding bored “Hi Paige, me and Azzi are in Victoria's Secret right now” I say to her “Ouuu Victoria Secret you gonna send me sum” she says with a smirk ” stop it paige” I say blushing. Azzi comes over smiling “Who has you cheesing and blushing like that?” she says with a smile I start giggling “I'm making you blush in the middle of the store?” Paige teases me. Azzi immediately gets who I'm talking to and walks away “Paige can you please” I say desperately she laughs “What am I making you all worked up?” she says, I respond smiling  “Paige goodbye” 

I immediately go back to the lingerie set that caught my eye a few moments ago “I need to try this on immediately” I say to myself I go up to the changing rooms and ask for a dressing room I undress and I try it on loving how it looks as soon as I put it on I take some pics so I can send them to Azzi later I'm so excited it was a bit pricey for a college student but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I immediately went to find Azzi, I tell her all about the call with Paige and she starts teasing me. 

I've had a crush on Paige since freshman year but we've been friends for what feels like forever It has always been me Paigeand Azzi and I'm scared to admit my feelings for Paigeeven tho Azzi says she  feels the same I'm Just really scared to put our friendship at risk I can't even think about what I would do myself without paige she's always been the light of my life

After the teasing, I tell Azzi all about the lingerie set and how I'll send her pictures later to get a sneak peek. Her face lights up. We go to Sephora and a sneaker store where I buy myself a pair of Black Cat. I've always loved these sneakers so I treated myself.

Nika calls me “Girl are we going out tonight?” sounding tired Nahiems has been giving her a lot of BS lately so she just wants to go out and let loose. I say of course I go straight to H&M Azzi helps me pick out an outfit since I needed a new one. It's a black long sleeve bodysuit showing a lot of cleavage and some gray cargos. I text Nika saying “Is Paige going to be there?” Azzi reads my texts then looks at me and laughs. I blush Azzi knowing I'm down bad. 

Fast forward 4 hours to where Nika and I are all getting ready to go to Teds and be the crazy college party girls we are. Paige and I have been texting all afternoon about literally nothing. That's one thing I love about Paige, how I can talk about nothing for hours and she’ll listen.

I start to change and for some reason, I feel scandalous and I decide to put the set on under my outfit no one is going to see but me so why not feel good right? 

Paige called me asking if I was ready because she wanted to pick me up. I asked why and she said no reason. So I of course made up a lie so I didn't have to tell Nika and Azzi I was going to be leaving with Paige. They had their suspicions and they knew something was going on with me and Paige 

The last couple of months we've definitely been more than friends but we haven't kissed or anything so I've been quite confused. She always says that we are more than friends and she cares about me a lot more than she does anyone else but she won't do anything about it. We almost kissed once, it was when I went to drop off Paige's basketball shoes . There was a lot of tension at the moment her hands on my waist, me looking into her eyes, arms wrapped around her neck and that was until of course Qadences dumbass cock blocked us. She just had to walk in on us while she was on live. I've always wondered where we would've been if Qadence didn't walk in but everything happens for a reason I guess.

I get into Paige's car and she gives me that stupid smile she always does. The one that makes me fold every time. Her eyes are extra blue her hair straight and we are almost matching 

“Hi,” I say blushing she catches on and says “Hi, you look so pretty” which makes me blush even more than before I stutter and say “Thank you” It's a short drive to Teds but she puts her hand on my thigh which she's never ever done before so it caught me off guard she notices me react and asks if I was okay I nod and she rests her hand higher, God shes going to kill me. 

we pull up to Teds and walk in Azzi and Nika of course ask if we came together. I say no and  Paige says yes and the situation is immediately uncomfortable. I respond with I'm going to the bar which Paige follows me I order a vodka cran and Paige orders her obvious dirty shirley classic. Paige pays for our drinks, I try to tell her she doesn't have to but she smirks at me.

She pulls me by my waist back to the table which I'm not necessarily mad about. After a few drinks she gets more and more touchy, another classic Paige moment but she has never been this touchy with me before.

I go to the bar to get out of her hold so I can breathe but of course, she follows me her hands wrap around my waist and she shoves her face into my neck i giggle because it tickles but she kisses my neck and it catches me off guard she takes her head out my neck and orders us more drinks.

Before I got to the bathroom I tell Nika and Azzi, they say okay I was hoping they would come with me but they didn't so I, of course, had to ask needy Paige and she follows me again I walk in and so does she she pins me to the wall and says “can we go back to my place please”.

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TBC

[glossysoap]

Glossy babe..... is 2 am rn and I'm feral for sub soap 😪 I can imagine edging him in the morning and making him wait to cum until after work :(

I can imagine the sitting on his face and the look in his lil doe eyes while he looks up and watched you :((

I can DEFINITELY imagine that he'll cum with no stimulation ! ! ! Like you're making out and touching him (not his cock tho) long enough, and he just cums in his pants with the cutest lil sounds.

I'm kicking AND screaming picturing it UGH

~🌹

pent up ; soap mactavish

tags/warnings: sub soap, overgrown mohawk soap, clingy soap, oversensitive soap, claiming/marking kink, edging, teasing, voyeuristic/exhibition kink but not major. totally open to a part 2 for this, mayhaps including the people mentioned at the end? who knows 🫣

word count: around 3k+

It was six in the morning when you stood in front of your mirror, chest bare. The sun was only starting to rise, barely peeking through the curtains.

Johnny should’ve been fast asleep still, savoring the last half hour he had before needed to shower and leave for the base. Instead, you heard the soft thump of his feet against the floor as he padded over to you.

He had the gall, the audacity, to sneak up behind you while you were getting ready for work in the morning. All desperate, needy for your attention.

Muscled arms snaking around your middle, fingers tracing hot circles against your skin. His bare chest pressed against your back. When you looked at the mirror in front of you, you would see him through the reflection as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

Cerulean eyes staring at you through the reflection as he smiled against your skin, inhaling your scent. As he nuzzled into your neck, you looked at him through the mirror. You could see all of the mouth shaped marks you had left on his neck and chest the previous night. The red and purple marks served as a reminder of who he belonged to, and he would wear them proudly.

His mohawk all fluffy and mussed up with bed head. He hadn’t trimmed his hair in a few weeks so instead of the mohawk being the usual short style, it was now able to be pulled into a ponytail. For now, he had settled on letting it fall free down to his shoulders. The messy strands were a byproduct of you pulling his hair while he devoured you the night before. Feasting on your juices, tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh, his moans sending vibrations straight to that warmth in your stomach. Him smiling against your hole as he pulls more moans and gasps from your lips. Anything to please you.

You would be pulled from your thoughts when you felt him grinding into you, rubbing his hardening cock against you. He would whine against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down the span of your neck.

“Luv,” He would whine in your ear, all drawn out. “Do you really have to go in so early?”

“Think you already know the answer to that, pretty boy.” You reached to ruffle his hair, scratching his scalp. He let out a pleased rumble from deep in his throat, eyes fluttering shut.

“Why don’t you go lay back down? Before you know it, both of us will be home from work.” You reassured him, but he was having none of it — if the hard shaft pressed against your clothed ass was any indication.

He would use his strong hands to keep you pressed flush against him as he rutted against your ass, letting out small gasps and whimpers each time.

You clenched your jaw, before slipping out of his arms and turning to look at him. He was pouting, lips plump and eyes wide as he looked down at you.

“You want attention?” You asked. He nodded quickly.

“Yesyesyes please!” He babbles, almost whining.

“Alright. You got it, then.” You drawled, wearing a sickly sweet grin.

Soap should have known that nothing good could ever come from that grin.

Especially when you walked him backwards with your hand on his bare chest, until his legs hit the bed. He instinctively sat on the bed and continued looking up at you, holding your steady gaze while you climbed on top of him. With you straddling his lap, your pants and his boxers acting as the only barrier between you and his hard cock.

His blue eyes had drifted away from your gaze, lower and lower until his eyes reached your still bare chest. He took in every inch of your bare skin and committed it to memory — every bump, curve, scar and bruise. His eyes lingered especially long on the bruises and scratches that ran along your chest and neck.

Your neck was littered with teeth indentation, all reminders of how he used his tongue and teeth to worship you. He remembers licking along the span of your neck and kissing and biting along the sensitive skin, hearing gasped breaths and low whimpers fall from your mouth.

You noticed him spacing out as he admired your chest on display for him, eyes all glossed over and unfocused. He gasped when you grabbed his chin and pulled his head up, forcing his gaze back to yours.

“Eyes up here, Johnny.”

As you kept his chin in a firm grip, he gulped and nodded while staring into your eyes. You stroked the soft skin of his chin with your thumb, tracing warm circles just under his pink lips. His breath hitched as your thumb moved up just a bit, until you were caressing his bottom lip with your thumb.

You didn’t even have to apply any pressure before he instinctively parted his lips and sucked your thumb into his mouth. A smirk spread across your lips at the sight, knowing how he had submitted to you — mind, body and soul. His body knew what to do before his brain even put any thought into it. His body knew it belonged to you.

“Mmm, good boy,” You hummed, feeling his tongue lap at the pad of your thumb. “You’re just so needy, aren’t ya?” You mocked while using your other hand to trail down his bare chest. He whined around your thumb and nodded, hips jerking up at your touch.

“Aw, I know.” You croon with a pout as you gave him a slight, very gentle push so he was laying flat on the bed. At the show of force, he let you pull your thumb out of his mouth with a pop, albeit reluctantly. He found himself pouting as his mouth felt strangely empty. His pout shifted into a slack jaw as he watched you crawl on top of him, like a predator to a prey. From the wide of his eyes and how he gulped under your gaze, it was clear who was the prey.

His cornflower blue eyes trained on you as you straddled him, planting your knees on either side of his waist. He could feel the familiar strain of his cock against his boxers as you ground yourself against him.

You held yourself over him by planting your hands on the pillow he was laying on, each hand on either side of his head. You felt the satin pillowcase under your palms, the same pillowcase that Johnny’s overgrown mohawk was splayed across. The brown tresses just begged to be pulled.

With you caging him in, he was utterly trapped. The thought lit a fire deep in his core.

“Please, mo ghraidh…” My love. Johnny would whimper, peering up at you through his lashes, with his blue eyes all glossed over.

Your lips quirked.

“Please what, baby? Use your words.” You crooned, voice so syrupy sweet that it was almost cruel.

He let out a whine at your teasing, which would quickly morph into an almost startled gasp as you darted a hand down fo toy with his nipple. You used your thumb to rub at the sensitive bud, teasing it back and forth before tracing small circles around the tender pink skin.

“Please, touch me.”

“Good boy.”

Only moments passed before you had leaned your head down, inch by inch, until you were only a few inches from his face. He could feel your breath fan across his lips, he could even smell the toothpaste you had just used. Your gaze burned hot into him, searing as he felt your eyes scan every inch of his face. All the way down to the freckles on his cheeks, the cheeks that were quickly turning red and hot. Your eyes flitted from his cheeks to his glossy eyes, admiring the ocean blue against the dilated pupils, all come together to be framed by lush lashes. You looked at his nose and eyebrows, and remember the way he would crinkle his nose when he would laugh or smile, or how he would furrow his brows when focused. Finally, your eyes landed on his lips. All pink, plump and pouty. So kissable.

Which is exactly what you did, especially when he darted his tongue out and licked his bottom lip.

You finally closed the distance by dipping down and pressing your lips to his. The moment your lips made contact, you rolled your hips against his hard cock. Any gasps or whines were swallowed by your mouth as you slotted your lips with his.

The kiss was anything but neat and chaste — it was all messy and passionate. You shifted your weight to one elbow while you used the other hand to grab his jaw and hold him still. Keeping him ripe for the taking, ready to be devoured.

You savored the feeling of his lips against yours, every texture and every taste. His plump, pink lips, wet with saliva. His tongue darting out to meet yours, only for you to suck on it between your lips. Next, you would pull his smooth bottom lip between your teeth and nibble it.

Your hips ground down again and again, teasing at his cock through the ever so thin fabric of his boxers. With every roll and bounce of your hips, he bucks his hips into yours and whines into your mouth. You smirked against his mouth, drinking up every ounce of need and desperation.

You nipped at his bottom lip once more before straying away from his lips, albeit reluctantly so. When your mouths separated, you could see a string of saliva connecting your lips. You could hear Johnny’s breath hitch at the sight. Your mouth traveled down to his chin and down his jawline, feeling a tickle against your lips from his overgrown stubble. The gasps and breathy moans that fell from his lips were all drawn out and honeyed, like music to your ears.

Your tongue lapped down the span of his neck, humming at the salty taste of his sweat and the smell of his musk. You didn’t leave any inch of his skin untouched or unsavored. You sucked and bit at his flushed skin, leaving teeth marks in your wake. His skin became red and bruised as you bit at the crook of his neck, dangerously close to his pulse point.

His pulse thrummed and pounded as you marked his neck, still straddling his squirming form.

“Fuck,” He let out a moan as you bit on his jugular vein and sucked hard, humming into his skin. You knew that was one of his most sensitive spots and you were using it and abusing it.

“Mmm, so sensitive.” You crooned against his warm skin, with a mocking tone to your voice. He whimpered at your comment, your teasing going straight to his throbbing cock.

When you bit down once more on that sensitive patch of skin, you felt his hands grab at you, one hand buried in your hair and one hand splayed across your back. His hands were firm and desperate, warm against your skin as he grasped at you, scrambling for purchase.

You scoffed against his skin.

“Hands to yourself, pup. No touching until I say so.” You bite into his skin once more, enjoying how he cranes his neck for you to have even more access. Presenting himself to you.

“No touching, no touching. I promise.” He babbles, hands leaving your body immediately and instead burying into the sheets. Bunching the fabric in his fists, white knuckling so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch you. So obedient and pliant for you, just desperate for you to continue touching him.

You grinned against his neck in approval.

“Mmm, good boy,” was all you murmured against his tender skin before resuming your teasing.

Mere minutes of your almost cruel teasing had passed before his neck had become adorned in bruises, your love bites almost resembling a necklace.

You crawled back, moving down his body until your face was hovering above his heaving chest. Looking up at him, you grinned. Admiring your handiwork.

His skin was all flushed, cheeks pink and sweaty. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with pleasure. Pupils blown wide with lust as he stared down at your form in anticipation. His pink lips were now red and swollen from your biting and sucking. His overgrown mohawk was splayed across the pillow, a few strands sticking to his forehead.

You decided to move your focus to his chest, that was almost begging for attention with how it looked. All covered in a sheen of sweat and heaving as he panted. Each scar and bruise just begging to be kissed and licked, worshipped by your lips before you would leave more claims in your wake.

You locked eyes with his before leaning down to his chest. He watched with lips parted in a gasp as your mouth was just mere inches from his chest.

Even just the feeling of your breath tickling, teasing at his chest was intoxicating. It sent goosebumps across his skin as he ached for your mouth on him. He gasped at the feeling of your lips pressing tender, wet kisses along his chest and above his racing heart. He could feel his heartbeat quicken under your kisses. He lets out a small whimper when you bite into the skin above his heart — leaving your own claim on him in the form of a mouth shaped bite. All red and purple and bruised, sensitive and searching — searching for any scrap or crumb of stimulation to make that knot in his stomach grow.

He would soon feel that knot grow and his stomach flutter when your hand that was trailing down his chest was now slipping beneath his boxers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He would urge you to continue, desperate for your expert touch on his throbbing cock. His pleas would be cut short by a gasp as his cock was finally sprung free from his boxers, the red tip hitting his stomach. His cock was already swollen and hard. His balls were already heavy and full.

His heart would pound in his chest as he saw your expression. Your lips quirk into a smirk, your eyes trailing up and down his bucking and writhing figure. You were savoring his hulking, muscular form at your mercy — with the look in your eyes that could only be described as a predator.

He watched with bated breath as you reached down to his length, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock — but never moving. Not yet. His hips bucked into your hand, eager for more touch and stimulation after being teased.

He whines your name, voice cracking with pure need. All he wanted was for you to finally stop teasing him and give him what he wants, to move your hand and stroke his length. He wants you to palm the head of his cock before stroking him again, spreading his juices over his cock.

But you wouldn’t. Instead, you kept your hand wrapped around the base of his cock before stroking painfully slowly.

You wouldn’t let him move his hips, though. With your other hand, you gently pushed down on his hips to keep him in place.

“Nooo, please!” He writhed under your hold.

You could feel his hipbone under your palm as you rubbed the skin, tracing circles into his sensitive flesh. You could feel the resistance against your hand as he kept trying to buck up, his hips struggling against your hold.

“No, no, no.” You tutted, clicking your tongue. “You wanted me to touch you. You interrupted me, you stopped me from going to work,” You ground out, using your other hand to cup his balls. Almost laughing at how heavy they were, how full they were with his cum. “All because you were too damn needy.” Emphasizing the words with squeezes to the base of his cock.

At his cry of pleasure, your eyes flitted to his face with a grin on your lips.

“So you’re not setting the pace. No, you wanted me to touch you and that’s what I’m doing.” You spoke before finally beginning to stroke his length, dragging your hand up and down, up and down. You could feel every pulsing vein and the curve of his cock as your hand moved up and down. Whenever your hand inched towards the head of his cock, Johnny would moan out unabashedly. With every stroke upwards, you made sure to push him closer to the edge by rubbing the tip with your thumb, pulling a hiss from his lips.

Johnny threw his head back against the pillow and his face twisted in pleasure. His brows scrunched up and eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the warmth building in his stomach. Mouth open in a gasp, chest heaving as he panted.

With every stroke of his cock, he felt the knot in his core tighten. He would buck against your hands, desperate to quicken your pace.

But you never let him.

You just kept stroking his cock in one hand and squeezing his balls in the other hand, feeling how heavy they were. With every pump of his thick length, the precum flowing from his tip began coating his cock. The pearlescent liquid making obscene wet sounds as your fist moved up and down, up and down on his shaft.

Slowly but surely, you sped up. No longer taking your time or dragging it out. Instead, you were quickening the pace and building that fire in his core.

The hand that was squeezing his balls moved to tease at the head of his cock, palm rubbing over the tip and feeling his wetness spread along your hands. You would alternate between palming the head of his cock and thumbing the red, throbbing tip that ached for your attention.

Wet noises echoed throughout the room as your hand moved up and down his shaft, twisting your fist as you moved up.

You moved your gaze away from his weeping cock to his heaving chest, shiny and flushed from his sweat. Pink scars littered his chest and abdomen, some were small and only two inches long whereas others spanned over six inches. Some were straight and clean cut while others were rough and jagged. All of them just served as reminders of how hard he fought to come home to you, every single time.

Before you knew it, you were leaning forward to lick at those scars. Starting with the scar that ran across his heart, tongue running along the pink jagged line that spanned across his pec. You moaned against his skin as you tasted the salty sweat, hearing him whine from your ministrations. With every scar, you licked and kissed the puckered skin. Worshipping every mark and scar, leaving wet kisses along his warm skin, pulling gasps and whines from his lips. Soon, his chest had matched his neck. Splotched with purple and red bruises, skin all flushed with arousal and shiny with saliva and sweat. Finally, your tongue darted out to lick across his nipple. He gasped at the wet sensation of your tongue lapping his sensitive bud, flicking your tongue over it before finally closing your lips around it.

“Baby,” He moaned, throat feeling hoarse. Your hands kept working to pump his cock while you sucked his nipple, making even more moans tumble from his glossy, bitten lips.

Your tongue slowly circled the hardened nub before you nipped at it, rolling the swollen nipple between your teeth lightly. One of your hands moved away from his cock and began teasing his other nipple, ensuring that it was getting attention too. In your other hand, you were still steadily pumping his shaft, stroking up and down.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuckkk,” Johnny cried out, chest tensing and hips thrusting into your hands. Brows knitted together, eyes clenched shut at the overwhelming sensation of finally giving him what he wanted.

Almost.

You could hear him gasp and hold his breath for a moment, chest jerking and thighs twitching underneath you as he quickly approached his release.

“Fuck, fuck, please! Please, I’m gonna—,” Then you stopped.

You pulled your hands off his throbbing, red cock and let go of his nipple with a pop. His eyes flashed open and flitted down to yours, blue eyes all wide and brows furrowed as he looked at you. His sore, bitten lips downturned in a frown, pouting at being left at the very edge.

“Wha— No, please!” Johnny cried out, body still writhing and twitching from being so close to his release.

You only smirked at you sat up from your leaning position, still straddling his legs. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

He peered up at you through his lashes, blue eyes glossed over and lips red and bitten. His chest heaving as he panted, skin all flushed and shiny with sweat. Purple and red mouth shaped marks adorned his neck and chest, all the way down to his happy trail — where his still painfully hard cock was sprung up against. It still throbbed and leaked precum from being brought to the edge.

That same pearlescent liquid that flowed from his tip had also covered one of your hands, the one that had stroked him the most towards the end. You couldn’t resist bringing that hand up to your mouth and licking his precum off of your skin, starting at your palm and going towards your fingers. You stuck each one into your mouth one-by-one before sucking his juices off, letting your fingers go in a pop. You did all of that while still maintaining eye contact with him.

He gulped, unable to take his eyes off of you or your fingers, as if he were in a trance.

Before he knew it, you were climbing off of his legs and sliding off the bed. He opened and closed his mouth as he watched you slip on your combat boots and uniform shirt, feeling frozen in his position on the bed. He could still feel his cock laying against his stomach as you were casually preparing to leave for work.

You turned to look at him one last time before leaving, wearing a proud grin on your lips. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t touch yourself for the rest of the day.”

Your eyes scanned his limp body once more, eyeing him like a predator ready to devour their next meal. “Believe me, I’ll know if you do.” You wink at him before stepping out of the bedroom.

He could faintly hear the front door slam shut as you left.

(….)

Eight in the morning.

Two hours had passed since Johnny had dragged himself out of your home. One hour since Johnny had clocked in. Since he had thrown on his uniform and become Soap once more.

Instead of being bare and vulnerable in that bed, he was fully clothed in his usual military gear — sporting his cargo pants and combat boots, a tight muscle shirt under his tan vest. The United Kingdom patch was velcro’d to his vest. The thin strip of fabric wrapped around his neck in the form of a mic collar.

He hadn’t cut his hair just yet, though. He would make sure to tidy it up before their next mission - but until then, it wasn’t that necessary. He couldn’t explain why, but he enjoyed how long his mohawk had grown. Maybe it felt nice cascading down his shoulders?

Or, maybe he enjoyed how you would grab a chunk of it when you pull him into a kiss. Or how you would wind your hand in it, using it as a handle when plowing into him from behind.

Maybe that was it.

Speaking of how you made him feel, he had been chomping at the bit since you left him alone in that bedroom.

His heart had been pounding in his ears, pulse still racing from being teased and pushed to the edge. His face was hot and flushed, though he was able to pass it off as just a result of the heat and humidity.

He was jittery as well. All of that pent up energy and arousal was making it hard for him to stay still, damn near impossible. When he was sitting, his leg would be bouncing up and down, hitting the underside of the table he would sit at. He would fidget with his fingers as well, tapping on the table in a random rhythm.

All in an effort to distract himself from what happened this morning.

But if the tightness of his cock straining in his cargo pants were any indication, those efforts were futile. His pants had been uncomfortably tight from the moment he put them on, wincing when he adjusted himself into his boxers and zipped up his pants.

He was grateful to be sat behind a desk for the day, tasked with the mission report to fill out. At least the desk would hide his shaft straining against the fabric of his pants, or how he was constantly shifting in his seat.

His pencil would scratch against the papers as he filled out each blank. Each answer reads different details from the previous mission, including all of the resources gathered and targets eliminated.

His fist white knuckled as he tried to focus on the words he jotted on the paper, but all his mind could do was drift off to you. All he could think about was your hands grazing along his skin, caressing every scar and bruise and bite with the gentlest of touches. Your fingers tracing cruel circles over the previous love bites you had sucked into his skin. Those same fingers circling his hard nipples before you took them in your mouth. Once his mind starting thinking of your mouth, your sinful fucking mouth… it all went downhill from there.

He gripped his pencil tight as he remembered how your mouth worshipped him. You had bit and sucked mouth shaped marks into his skin, pulling moans from his mouth. Your tongue lapped up the sweat from his skin, tracing all those marks before teasing his nipples with your tongue.

Then he thought about how your hands wrapped around his cock and began stroking almost painfully slow. Dragging his pleasure out and savoring every whine and moan that would fall from his lips. He could almost hear the wet sounds reverberating off the walls from your hands pumping his throbbing cock, his juices spreading up and down.

Then he remembered how you kept stroking his weeping cock while you took one of his nipples in your mouth and sucked.

“Hell..” He cursed under his breath, feeling that knot in his stomach tighten once more. He was so close to giving up. So close to just jumping out of his seat and sprinting to the nearest bathroom, and jerking all of that tension out. Pulling up his shirt and holding it between his teeth as ropes of cum spurt against his chest.

And he was just about to, when he heard his phone chime with a chime. He fished it out from his desk and unlocked it to see a text message from you.

How are you feeling, sweetheart? :)

Chime.

Not too hot, I bet.

Chime.

I can just imagine your cock all tight in your pants.. That can’t be too comfortable, huh?

He just about whined at that one.

Another chime.

But don’t touch. You can be good, I know you can.

Another chime.

If you behave, I’ll give you a reward when you get home. Does that sound good?

He started nodding rapidly, pathetically, until he realizes you can’t see him. With shaky fingers and a racing heart, he types out a text in reply.

Yes, I’ll be good. I promise. He sends with a press of a button.

Only a few seconds later he hears another chime.

Good boy.

“Fucking hell.” He whispers to himself. Blush stained his cheeks and burned his ears.

(….)

More time passed, full of bouncing legs and completed papers. Text chimes and pencil scraping against the paper, the squeak of the eraser sometimes following.

Time droned on, hours passing as he made it through over half the stack of mission reports. All of that time was spent wondering what the reward could possibly be. Would it be a new toy? A new position to try?

Whatever it would be, all of those thoughts just made him warm and giddy with anticipation.

Soon, it was six in the evening. Twelve hours since he had snuck up behind you. Now, there was only one hour left in his shift.

One more hour before he could clock out, make a mad dash for his truck before speeding home to where you would be waiting.

At this point, he was speeding through those reports. His grip was tight around the pencil as he scribbled down every answer, mind barely even registering what he was writing. His handwriting was sloppy and barely legible because of how quick he was writing, but it was good enough.

He had quickly approached his last paper, his lips quirking up into a grin at being almost done. Just like all of the other papers, he filled out each blank and completed it with his signature.

The moment the pencil lifted from the paper, he gathered the whole stack into his hands and filed it back inside the folder. He almost dropped the documents from how much his hands were shaking with anticipation and excitement.

He just couldn’t wait to see you.

So he gripped the file folder in one hand and slung his duffel bag over his shoulder with the other, before leaving his quarters.

His feet moved on autopilot as he jogged to Price’s office to drop off the documents. After about ten minutes and a few hallways later, he reached his office.

With a gentle knock on the Captain’s door, he waited for a response.

“Come in.”

With that, he opened the door and stepped in with the file folder outstretched for Price to take.

“Mission reports are all done and ready to be submitted to Shepherd. Is there anything else I can do?” Soap asked, knowing he still had about half an hour until dismissal.

Price smiled as he took the files from Soap.

“That’ll be all for today. Go on, head home.” Price dismissed him.

Price didn’t have to tell him twice.

Soap grinned and nodded before turning to leave his office, and softly closing the door behind him.

Before Soap, Johnny, knew it, he was already punching out for the day before heading for the exit doors.

He was pushing the doors open when he heard the familiar chime of his phone. His brows furrow as he fishes it out of his pocket, unlocking it to see that you had texted him one more.

Look up. Surprise.

Still confused, he looked away from his phone and glanced up to the parking lot in front of him. The orange of the sunset shone a glare into his eyes, making him squint.

He shielded his eyes to clear his vision, blinking a few times. His face broke into a grin and his eyes brightened when he saw his surprise. You standing there waiting for him.

You were standing in front of his truck, arms crossed as you leaned against his drivers side door. You were wearing a smile as you watched him, your eyes scanning him up and down just like you did this morning. Your smile held so much affection and yearning just like his, though yours also held an undertone of lust and anticipation.

You raised your hand and used two fingers to beckon him to you. Yet again, he didn’t need to be told twice.

Immediately, his feet moved on their own as he started jogging to meet you at his truck. His hands itched to touch you and his mouth yearned to taste you.

The second he was in your vicinity, you hooked your index and middle finger into his mic collar and dragged him down to your eye level. His eyes widened but he complied nonetheless, always trusting you.

His wide eyes immediately relaxed and fluttered shut when you pressed your lips to his. His mind went fuzzy the moment that your lips touched his, as if everything was falling into place. Your tongue traced the seam of his mouth before you nipped at his bottom lip. He involuntarily gasped, giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue in. The kiss was reminiscent of this morning’s kiss, all passion and teeth and tongue.

You used your other hand to fist in his hair, twisting the soft strands in your hold before tugging on it ever so slightly. He moaned into your mouth from the tease of pain, and you swallowed every sweet noise that he gave you.

While you kissed him, you could feel him pressed up against you — bringing your attention to his hard shaft straining in his pants. You smiled into the kiss, enjoying the effect you had on him. You could just imagine him being so sensitive all day long, just needing to be milked dry.

You wanted to do just that.

So you pulled away from his mouth, albeit reluctantly so. He pouted, trying to chase your lips but you were already looking down at the tent in his pants. The corners of your lips quirked up in a smirk.

“Get in.” You nodded towards the truck, taking your hand off his hair and opening the door for him. He immediately obeyed and climbed into the truck, biting his lip from excitement. You wore a smug grin as you noticed a blush color his cheeks.

Once he climbed in, you walked over to the other side of the truck and opened the door there. His gaze was trained on you with every step you took, blue eyes wide with anticipation. When you opened the door, you saw that he was still looking at you. So ansty, just bottled up with nerves as he waited for your next move.

You never broke his gaze while you climbed into the truck, sliding onto the leather seat before shutting the door.

Immediately, the air in the car changed. The tension was so thick, filled with lust and nerves.

He watched as your eyes left his face and trailed down his tactical vest until stopping at the tent in his pants, the same tent that poked you when you were kissing him moments prior.

His heart raced as he saw your lips upturn into a familiar smirk, a hungry smirk at the sight of him still hard under his jeans.

“So you didn’t touch yourself,” You drawled with a sickly sweet voice. Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you smiled. “Good boy.” You could see his adam’s apple bob as he gulped.

“That’s right, mo chridhe.” My heart. He wastes no time assuring you that he kept his hands to himself for the entire day. “Saved myself for you.”

Your eyes brightened and your brow quirked.

“Oh, is that right? All for me, huh?”

He nods rapidly, desperate for you to just ruin him. To tear him apart and put him back together again, and do it over and over — how ever many times you wanted.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” Was all you purred before straddling his lap and planting your knees on each side of his lap.

Almost a perfect parallel to the position you had him in this morning. All caged in, like a lamb to the slaughter.

He gulped as he peered up at you through his lashes, blue eyes glossed over with lust. You stared down at him with a half lidded gaze, eyes staring into his.

He absentmindedly took his bottom lip between his teeth and bit, before letting it go and slowly running his tongue over it.

Almost teasing you, enticing you with the sight of him biting his plump lips and licking them afterward.

You couldn’t resist. You let yourself be enticed as you hooked your finger under his collar and used it to tilt his head up. You used your other hand to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing his skin. His breath hitched as you smashed your lips to his, mouth immediately opening for your tongue to taste him.

You wanted to memorize how he tasted, you needed to memorize it.

He couldn’t resist from touching you, so overwhelmed with the need to have you close. His large hands grasped at your back, fists buried in fabric of your shirt as he searched for purchase. He held you flush against his chest as the two of you moaned into each others mouths.

The more he tasted your tongue and heard you groan into his mouth, the more that the knot in his stomach grew.

He melted under your touch, posture resting against his seat and brows relaxing from their furrowed state. His mouth melded against yours, moving in perfect harmony as your tongues slipped in each others mouths.

You nipped at his bottom lip and pulled it between your teeth just a bit, before letting it go. He moaned into your mouth at the mix of pleasure and pain, his head already growing fuzzy.

“I missed you, pup.” You groaned against his lips, savoring the taste and feeling of his soft lips against yours.

His hips stutter under your weight when you shift on top of him, grounding your hips against his clothed erection. You smirked against his skin at how sensitive he was.

He could feel his stomach grow warm and full with each roll and buck of your hips against his.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered when you pulled away, already missing your touch. A string of saliva connected your mouths as you leaned a bit lower and started kissing his jaw. You licked up and down the span of the sweaty skin, biting and nipping along the sharp jaw line. Gasps and whined fell from his mouth and felt like music to his ears.

“I missed you too, so fucking bad.” He moaned, voice cracking with pure need.

You kept rolling your hips against his clothed cock, feeling him buck his hips against you each time.

While your lips sucked at his pulse point, your hands were busy traveling down to his vest and stomach. All the way down to where his happy trail laid beneath his clothes. You could feel his warm, soft skin under your fingertips, and the hair pricked at your skin.

“Y/N,” He whined, craning his neck for you to get better access, his head laying against the headrest. His eyes were fluttered shut and his brows had furrowed.

While your mouth was moving down to his collarbone, your hands were busy grazing at the soft, toned skin on his pelvis. Goosebumps pricked at his skin as your cold fingers caressed the skin just above his waiting cock. His breath hitched.

With every lick and suck and kiss that you peppered along his neck, he let out a cacophony of breathy moans and sharp whimpers.

Suddenly, the symphony of his moans were interrupted by shouting outside of his truck. His heart dropped and he gasped at the thought of someone catching the two of you. His eyes darted open to search for the source of the sound, looking at the parking lot to see if there were any young recruits or soldiers being dismissed.

Or worse, someone from the task force.

His eyes finally settled on three faraway figures standing at the base exit doors, talking. One was around his height, wearing a ballcap. Another was taller, wearing another hat. The third one was taller. Johnny couldn’t make out their faces, but especially not the taller man’s face. It was as if the taller man’s face was obscured, blending in with the shadows around him.

His eyes widened at the sound of their booming voices.

It was Price, Kyle and Simon.

You appeared unfazed by any noise or passersby as you just kept on decorating his collarbone with mouth shaped bruises. Your hands were working at unbuckling his pants when one of his hands darted out to stop you.

You pulled off of his collarbone with furrowed brows, confused as to why he wanted you to stop.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, breath fanning against his skin.

You looked at him to see that his eyes were trained on something outside.

Someone outside.

You followed his gaze to see three familiar shadows, talking at a safe distance away. Your eyes widened as you came to the same realization as Johnny. It was Price, Kyle and Ghost.

They couldn’t see or hear anything from the two of you, especially since the truck’s windows had a tint to them. But still, there was always that chance. That small chance that they could look at just the right moment or angle, or start heading this way and end up catching the two of you.

“Oh! We can stop.” You assured him, starting to climb up off of his lap. The hand that was still on your back was still planted firmly on the small of your back. Holding you in place.

Almost as if he didn’t really want it to stop.

The thought made your lips quirk into a smug grin as you stared at him.

“You.. don’t want to stop.” You drawled, taking one hand to grab his chin and tilt it down, making him look at you. “Do you?”

He was speechless. He just swallowed as you stared at him, his heart racing and his chest heaving. He knew there was some level of risk with being out in the open, in the vicinity of his teammates — while being grinded on.

It was scary. It was nerve racking.

So why did it make him even harder? Why did it make his cock throb in his pants?

Why did the thought of three of his closest friends almost catching him in a moaning and whining puddle almost make him moan even more?

You smirked at his glossed over eyes, pupils blown wide with lust and desperation.

The thumb that was holding his chin had trailed up and it was now caressing his pouting bottom lip. His eyes were wide as he opened his mouth instinctively, enveloping your thumb in his mouth.

“You like the idea of them seeing this, don’t you? You love the possibility of your friends catching you being a whining little mess for me.” He nodded at your words, letting out muffled whimpers around your thumb.

“Yeah? What if they walked over here right now? What if they saw how easy it was to dominate you? What if they saw how much I’ve fucking marked you?” You spat, grinding your hips particularly hard against his cock.

He let out a full blown moan at your words, all of those degrading possibilities just helping the knot in his stomach grow tighter and tighter.

“What would Price say? Hmm? What about Kyle?” Another grind of your hips.

“Oh, what about Ghost? Your precious LT?” You simpered. “You scared of him seeing you like this? No, no. I think you want to be seen like this. Like the dirty fucking slut you know you are.”

Another grind, and you lower your lips down to the crook of his neck and bite down. Hard.

Suddenly, you hear a sharp gasp followed by a cry of pleasure. His hips jerk and stutter wildly underneath you, legs twitching and writhing. His eyes are clenched shut and he went slack jawed as his body rode the throes of pleasure.

“Good boy.” You smirked at the realization that he just came untouched. In his pants.

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[punktactical]

⋆୨୧˚  PERVERT !

sanji ; catches his roommate taking photos of him, proceeds to get turned on.

⋆ " hello!! okay, so, I got OBSESSED with the perverted sanji and perverted reader fic😫😫 I wanted to request kind of the opposite ?? reader getting caught getting off to photos of sanji, and they end up doing it ?? sorry if it's generic ANYWAYS I love your blogggggg <3333 "

WARNINGS ; fem!reader , pervert!reader , virgin!reader, first time , unprotected , dirty talk , dacryphilia , praise , vaginal sex , shower sex , sanji is also a perv lawl ..

A/N ; srry for the hiatus ,, im back tho hehe. thank you for the request !!

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THIS HAD BECOME A ROUTINE.

a very wrong routine.

long story short - you'd sneak photos of sanji in the shower and then go get off to them. simple as that. yeah it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. he was hot but he was also your roommate so it could never be anything more.

today was nothing new, sanji came home from work, exhausted as usual. you'd go 'prepare' dinner as he took a shower.

waiting in the kitchen, you'd listen attentively for the sound of water running, before grabbing your phone and sneaking into the bathroom. you were seriously starting to feel bad, but you were in too deep now. twisting the doorknob ever so slowly, you pushed the door open, not a lot so he couldn't feel the cold from the outside rush in.

through the foggy glass of the shower, you could barely see his lean figure, water running down his shoulders, all the way down to his ankles. you shuddered, shaking your head quickly before opening the camera to your phone. you always made sure to silence the shudder sound on your phone, to avoid being caught, of course. if you ever got caught, you'd probably jump off a building.

climbing onto the toilet seat, you peeked over the shower just enough to catch a glimpse of sanji. god, you almost had a nosebleed. gasping softly at the sight, you turn away quickly, looking away in shame. how could you do this? to your roommate? you had to be some sick pervert to do this.

which is exactly what you are.

with a shaky hand, you hold your phone up over the shower, making sure that sanji's eyes were closed at the time. sucking in a breath, your fingers pinch at the screen, zooming in on him. biting your lip, you click the capture button, heart sinking the very next moment.

CLICK ! ⋆

if god existed, he was cruel.

cruel to perverts like you.

scrambling off of the toilet seat, you trip, falling onto the floor quickly. catching your breath, you try to get up, failing at the sound of the shower being turned off. crawling over to the door, you're about to open in until sanji opens the shower door.

you couldn't make out his expression, tears covering your vision. maybe you would've come up with an explanation if it weren't the heat beginning to pool between your legs. "s- sanji, i can explain!!" you squeal, jumping to your feet. you began to blabber about stupid things, excuses that made no sense, all while your phone was still open on the camera app, lying on the toiler seat.

sanji gulped, sniffing back a nosebleed. you're expression, paired with the nervous tears, made his cock stir. he bit his lip, watching as you rambled. he was literally exposing his body to you, why were you apologizing? he knew you were taking photos of him, he just could never bring it up to you.

your blabber died down as the tears finally rolled. you sniffled, your gaze now wracking sanji's whole body. his toned muscles, v-line, and a hardened dick made you red in the face. smacking a hand over your face, you squeak. "fuck- i'm so sorry! i'm such a freak!" turning around, you hand slams onto the doorknob, trying to pull it open. unfortunately, it seemed it was jammed.

"it's fine."

you shriek as you feel sanji's hands land on your shoulders, the water sinking into your shirt. "i like that you were taking photos of me, 'kay? and as you saw, i have a problem." you gulp, his hands moving from your shoulders down your arms, rubbing them lightly. the 'problem' pressed up against you, rubbing against your ass. you both gasp at the contact, sanji bit back a moan while you fight off the urge to whimper. "just fucking help me already." he groaned, already lifting up your shirt.

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which is how you ended up in the shower with sanji, one leg lifted over his shoulder while the other was held up by his arm.

clothes were scattered on the tile floor, long forgotten. water slid down your back, glistening in the light.

his cock teased your clit, sliding back and forth between your slick folds. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, red from all the crying. "fuck- i forgot you're a virgin.. so fucking hot." he whispered the last part, biting his lip as he slapped his dick on your pussy. you sobbed, head hung low. he nestled his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. "shh.. i'll go slow, such a pretty little thing .." he muttered, kissing your tears away. his hand gripped his cock, guiding it inside of you.

your breath hitched at the stretch, watching as his cock slowly sunk into your pretty pink pussy. sanji watched your face attentively, adoring the way your round eyes were wide with wonder. he almost felt bad he was your first.

he can't wait any longer. sanji grumbles, finally thrusting all the way into you.

you threw your head back with a sob, crying incoherent things. sanji sighs at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, hiding his face in your neck. "sssanji, it's hurts..." you sniffle, wrapping your arms around his neck. you can feel him smile against your skin, making you shudder in delight. "shhh, you just need time to adjust.. you can take it."

over the course of a few minutes, you have been reduced to a whiny and whimpering mess, pathetic.

sanji sighed, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. he watched your expression of pleasure, teary eyed and drooling, just barely being able to take his cock. he wanted nothing more than to just fuck you deep and good, show you what you've been masturbating to. alas, he knows you've never taken real dick before and you need time.

it seemed you noticed his frustration though. you try to move your hips, but he clicks his tongue at you. your eyes meet and he smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "i don't think you can take it." he chuckles, moving his hips slowly, watching his cock move in and out of you. with a frustrated whine, you move your leg from his shoulder to his backside. you do the same with your other leg, wrapping around his torso and pulling him in closer. "please fuck me, sanji. oh god- please.." hearing your words turned him on. "shit- are you sure?" you nod frantically and that was enough for him.

his pace was steady at first, pumping himself inside of your velvety walls. your choked sobs and cries made him dizzy. he wanted to cum later, to make this experience special for you, but god he could barely hold back with the way you cried, begging him to fuck you deeper. the longer he went, the sloppier his pace got. you felt this funny feeling in your tummy, whining into sanji's neck. "sssanji! i'm gonna- i think i'm gonna cum, oh fuck!" sanji practically busted inside of you right at that moment. his hand quickly traveled to your clit, his thumb rubbing the senstivie bud in swift circles. the pressure against your clit and the way his cock nestled deep inside had you cumming in a matter of seconds. "cum, please cum on my cock, god you're so beautiful-!" he pleaded, pressing himself deeper into you. 

"please cum, gorgeous. i need to feel you cum on my cock- oh fuck!" the funny feeling in your tummy snapped, making you shriek in delight. sanji growled, fucking you through your orgasm. "just like that- shit...!"

he pulls himself out of you quickly, gripping his cock and pumping it swiftly. you watched with teary eyes as he pumped his load out onto your stomach, drizzling down your wet skin. you both huff in silence, trying to regain your breath. "i-i'm so gross, sorry sanji.." you start, sniffling. he shushed you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. mumbling against your lips, he grins.

"i knew you were taking pictures of me, i guess i should've made a move first."

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Do you write Jake and human!reader? SO SORRY, I have the nastiest, sluttiest size kink I’m-

YES I DOOOO. I have a few drafts I just haven't uploaded 🤭🤭

Here's a small sneak peek tho:

“Shh, easy, easy,” Jake coos, caressing your thighs as he drips lube on his cock, ensuring he's slick so it won't hurt you.

You're in headquarters, in your bedroom, and well, what's wrong with taking advantage of the fact that it's just the two of you in here?

Except, of course, for the fact that Jake's cock is huge, and you're not sure it'll even fit.

You take a deep, shaky breath and nod as he aligns himself with your entrance.

“If you want me to stop, you tell me, 'kay?” he says to you.

“Yes,” you reply, taking a deep breath as Jake slides in. The stretch he offers is painful, a sharp sting that shoots through you until the thick head of his cock makes it inside of you, and you sigh softly as the pain decreases.

“You okay?” Jake asks, your tiny body caged under his massive one.

You nod. “'m fine,” you reply, hips starting to grind against him in a silent plead for more.

Jake grunts. “Slow, baby, take it slow.”

You whimper. “Need y'so bad,” you mewl, relishing in the sensation of his enormous hands on your hips. “Want y'to fuck me already.”

Jake chuckles lowly as he sinks deeper inside you, your tiny pussy so tight around him that he can barely keep himself together. “So fuckin' small,” he groans. “You tiny little thing, 'm gonna fuckin' ruin you one 'f these days.”

“Yes,” you whine. “Please, fuck, I need it so bad.”

Jake shakes his head. “Not until you get used to my cock, baby. I'll hurt you,” he tells you, pushing his cock as deep as it'll go, until the thick head touches your cervix. But you're barely taking half of him. Jake chuckles quietly. “Someday, kid, I'll have my entire cock in you. When you finally learn to take all of it.”

You mewl, mind, body and soul lost to the pleasure. You swear you can feel him in your lungs from how deep he is, swear he's too deep in you for you to ever recover.

Jake glances between your bodies and is pleasantly surprised to find that his cock is bulging through your stomach, and as he starts thrusting, he can't take his eyes off how deep inside you he is.

You're a blubbering, mewling mess, your body writhing under Jake as your little hands rise to his large arms, and you hold on for dear life. Your nails dig into the hard muscles there, feeling them flex with every move he makes.

“Goddamn,” Jake hisses as you clench tighter; so tight, he can barely move inside of your cunt. “Relax a little f'r me, hm?”

You nod weakly, doing your best to do as asked, and then Jake's pounding you, his cock bruising your cervix, his girth almost tearing you in half. He presses against your g-spot, making you moan and gasp.

Tears of pleasure brim over your eyes, spilling as your eyes flutter shut and you cry out, “Fuck, Daddy! More, please!”

Jake loves it when you call him that, so, obviously, he obliges, using one of his huge hands to find your clit, his long, rough finger tracing over the excited, needy nub.

The feel of Jake's hugeness compared to you drives you crazy. The way his finger covers your entire clit, the way his cock is too long to fit in you, the way you feel like a measly little doll under him...fuck, it does things to you.

And then Jake's kissing you, his teeth dragging over your lips, his tongue tracing your jaw, his rough voice saying, “Come for me, girl. Come on daddy's cock, hm?"

You whimper, body shaking, legs trembling. The pain Jake's cock gave you is long gone, confused with the pleasure until all you feel is unmanageable ecstasy.

Your orgasm crawls up your body, blossoming deep in your core and reaching your chest, your limbs, making your thoughts hazy. The pleasure is coiling within you, ready to snap, and you gasp, “Daddy! Daddy, please!”

And Jake knows that tone. He knows exactly what it means, so he keeps his pace steady and fucks you until you're hurdling over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you and making you sob, delighted, at the relief his cock has offered.

The way you tighten around Jake while you come pushes him to his own orgasm, his load spilling inside of you, too much for your poor, stuffed pussy to bear, and it drips out of you even as he keeps filling you with his seed.

You mewl lowly when he pulls out of you, leaning back to see the fuckton of his cum that drips from your puffy cunt. With one long, thick finger, Jake pushes his cum back inside you, and you shudder.

“Keep daddy's cum there for me, yeah?” he says. “I like knowing it'll be dripping out of you all day.”

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