#if you don't find any of the leads hot enough to hold your attention when the plot doesn't

[cantsayidont]

WYNONNA EARP: Cheerfully derivative supernatural Western based on a Beau Smith comic book, originally aired from 2016 to 2018 with a fourth season in 2021, about the bad girl descendant of Wyatt Earp (Melanie Scrofano), who's inherited the family curse of battling white trash demons in the small town of Purgatory with a magical revolver called Peacemaker, aided by the cynical but handsome Marshal Xavier Dolls (Schamier Anderson), her adorable younger sister Waverly (Dominique Provost-Chalkley), the mysteriously immortal Doc Holliday (Tim Rozon), and cute local sheriff's deputy Nicole Haught (Katherine Barrell), who eventually becomes Waverly's girlfriend.

Created by Emily Andras, this by-the-numbers nerd show is a great improvement on the original 1996–1997 incarnation of the comic (above left), but it's a sloppy goulash of ideas obviously lifted from BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, ANGEL, SUPERNATURAL, CHARMED, and TRUEBLOOD, executed with the expected allotment of self-consciously quippy dialogue, cheesy special effects, convoluted internal mythology (little of which makes any sense), adolescent love triangles, and cute but rather one-note characters who act like high school kids regardless of their actual ages.

It remains watchable mostly on the strength of its attractive leads and sensible reluctance to take itself too seriously, although if you're not a connoisseur, I'm not convinced it would pass a blind taste test comparison with SUPERGIRL, LEGENDS OF TOMORROW, or other such nerd media. Also, like far too many of its nerd show ilk, its treatment of its Black characters is consistently appalling. (The Shamier Anderson character, positioned in the first season as a co-lead and romantic interest, is marginalized in a deplorable way in the second season before being abruptly written out midway through the third.) CONTAINS LESBIANS? Indeed — many were watching mostly for the Waverly-Nicole romance. VERDICT: Dopey fun if you like this sort of thing.

[thegnomelord]

Imagine Price With a Virgin Reader

CW: NSFW Dom Bottom Price, Sub Top M!Reader, dom/sub, light humiliation, MReader

My brain continues to be weird before exams, soooo I did a thing. Calling it Gnome's Imagines. I think I kinda turned Price a bit southern :Dd Asks/reqs are always welcome.

Imagine you're in Price's office doing paperwork as punishment for backtalking a superior officer in the field. Fatigue wears down the chains on your tongue so you start bad-mouthing the SO under your breath, harsh words tumbling from your lips until Price grips your chin and tilts your head towards him. "That's enough out of you." Price shuts you up with a quick kiss to your lips, his beard tickling your skin.

He doesn't think anything about it until he pulls back and sees your wide open eyes. When you lean back to trace your lips with your fingers and mutter "Huh, so that's what that feels like" he grows even more confused. He's old enough to have some notches on his belt, so your reaction throws him for a loop.

"What? Are you a nun or som'thin' bumkin?" He teases, because frankly he can't understand how someone like you hadn't ever kissed anyone when you have all the qualities he finds desirable.

But he stands corrected when you look away with your ears burning and give some offhand comment about waiting for the right person. "I don't whore myself out." You say to hide the embarrassment of being called out like that, hoping to hide behind your words.

"Oooh bumkin," He chuckles and grips your chin again, tilting your head to keep your attention squarely on him. "Does that mean you think I'm right for you?" He asks, stroking along your jaw and loving the way you relax into his hand.

When you shrug in leu of answering it proves him correct, his heart fluttering in his chest and pants feeling too tight around his cock. "Tell you what sugar," He chuckles when you attempt to hide the way you perk up when he speaks. "How about I teach you some new tricks hmm?" Hot arousal burns in his gut and floods his system at the thought of introducing you to sex, of ruining any future partners for you, of ruining you.

A small pathetic sound makes its way out of your throat before you can catch it, but you're quick to hide it, subtly nodding your head.

"Need you to use your words there," Price orders, keeping a firm grip on your chin to keep your focus on him (as if you'd look anywhere else).

You grip his shirt, "Just kiss me already." You grumble and are immediately rewarded with his hot lips against yours. Your inexperience shows as you kiss him back sloppily, unsure how to move your lips or tilt your head so you end up bonking your foreheads, your teeth messily nipping his lip and drawing blood as you try to all but swallow the breath in his lungs.

"Oi," Price growls against your mouth as he holds your head firmly. He licks his bleeding lip, but he's the furthest from mad right now. "Just follow my lead. You're good at that." He waits until you answer with a verbal "yes", then he's mushing his lips against yours. He holds your head still, guides you how to kiss him properly, his tongue lapping at your clenched teeth until you give him access to your mouth.

Your captain tastes like tobacco and whiskey and the several cups of black coffee he'd drank and something that's just him, the taste making you feel high while his tongue licks around your mouth and urges you to do the same so he can suck on your tongue.

"How's that sweetheart?" He asks when he pulls away and keeps you from following after his lips, leaving you breathless and panting. "Eager for more?" Price teases. "Come on, use your big boy words."

It takes you a few seconds to find your voice, several more to admit what you want— him. In whatever way he'll give it.

A devious smirk tugs on Price's lips. "Bumkin, your wish is my command." Next thing you know your world is doing summersaults as he stands and hoists you on his shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes. When the sudden motion makes you yelp and struggle you're rewarded with a sharp slap on your arse, "Keep still." His hand stays on your arse to keep you steady on his shoulder while he moves quickly to his room attached to his office.

"Don't throw your back out old man." You say, hoping to disguise the embarrassment burning in your gut with snark.

"Watch it, it's your back you should be worrying about." He chuckles, gropes your arse for good measure. "This old geezer can keep up with you just fine, sugar."

Though he picked you up roughly, he sets you down on his bed like you're made of glass.

With a hand on the back of your neck he guides you into a second kiss, a pleased rumble in his throat when you adapt quickly, eagerly kissing him back just like he did you. You part just enough to take off your clothes, Price taking your wrists to place your hands on his hairy chest.

"Go on, bumkin, ain't goin' to bite you...yet." He purrs and you take it in stride, roaming your hands all over him. He rewards you for exploring his body; Gives you a quick peck when you find a new sensitive spot, scratches down your chest each time you squeeze his plush side or thigh, and leaning your head down to latch on and suck his nipples earns you a very firm grope on your cock and a pleased sigh.

Growing bold you catch his eyes and then bite down on the bud between your teeth. He jolts and yanks your head up, his own teeth bite a big bruise into your throat. "Don't push it you brat." He murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your front until your torso is black and blue with his marks, his claim.

His nose nuzzles into your groin as he settles between your legs, thick hands squeezing your hips while he mouths at your cock with his little pink tongue lolling out to lick at your cum hole. His beard tickles your skin when he takes you into his mouth, suckling on your head and looking at you with hooded eyes.

You can't control the sounds which escape your throat, your thighs shaking and head rolling back from the sudden assault of sensations on your nerves. It feels so much better than your own fist, your balls already churning with how hot and tight his mouth is.

Then the bliss around your cock stops.

Your neck almost snaps from how quickly you turn to look at him, and he's looking up at you with a smug smirk. "That's right, keep your eyes on me." Price smiles and rewards your focus on him by taking you down his throat, hollowing his cheeks and relaxing his jaw so your cock can slide past his tonsils in one fluid move.

With your focus on him you can't hide your reactions and his lips quirk up in a smirk even when they're stretched wide around the base of your cock, enjoying the faces you make with your head full of bliss as much as he finds himself loving the weight of your shaft on his tongue and the taste of your pre dripping straight down his throat.

Gripping you by the wrist again Price moves your hand on his head, a pleased hum vibrating from his chest to your cock when you take the offering and tangle your fingers in his hair. Focusing on his breathing he lets you rock your hips and rut your cock into his face like a bull in heat, rolling your balls in his hand.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you so embarrassingly fast you don't even have the sense in mind to warn him before you're cuming down his throat. He swallows it all down with his throat bulging and keeps you balls deep in his mouth until you've grown soft. Only then does he pull off and licks the residual cum from your head so he can see you shiver with the overstimulation.

"That was fast." He mocks you with a teasing lilt in his voice, "Still want to make comments about my age?" Price asks, voice somewhere between mocking and amused.

"At least I can go again quickly." You know you're playing a dangerous game but you can't help but say it. "Bet you need to take a nap after cuming once."

His eyes narrow, pupils blown so wide they swallow the blue in his eyes. "Oh, is that so?" He grips your soft cock, tearing a hiss out of you when he begins stroking you. "Let's see about that, hmm?"

He sits on your thighs, keeps you pinned down beneath his bulk with his hard rock cock next to your rapidly hardening one as he grabs the lube. Slapping away your hands when you try to touch him he braces against your chest and quickly preps himself, almost silent groans leaving him save for when he tells you to "Fuckin' wait.".

When he's done he pours lube on your almost fully hard cock, ignoring how the cold lube makes not-quite-pain race up your spine. You watch him grip the head of your cock and line it up with his puckered hole. "Wait, shouldn't I be on top? Since, you know-"

"Oh no sugar, you're not there yet." He laughs, holding your hips firmly in place before he sinks down onto you, relishing the burn as his hole greedily swallows inch after inch of your hard flesh. "When you can last more than a few minutes I'll let you fuck me good 'n proper." He braces both hands on your chest, looming over you as every pound of muscle and fat keeps you pinned to the bed. "'Till then, be good and just sit back, be useful for some'tin' other than running your mouth."

"You're a bastard." You manage to say before the tight heat around your cock steals your ability to think.

Price can't explain how fucking powerful he feels when just a simple shift of his hips makes whimpers and moans slip past your lips; can't explain how his heart flutters when just bottoming out and clenching around you makes you shudder and groan. He lets you grip his hips and grind into him, his powerful arse and thighs clapping against your legs each time he bounces on top of you with your shaft spreading him wide.

You don't even notice your second orgasm approaching until you're cuming inside him with a small whimper, flooding his insides with your seed.

Price just laughs as he feels you soften inside him, nowhere near close to his own release. "I'll take that one as a compliment bumkin." He snorts.

But he doesn't stop.

"What's the matter, didn't forget 'bout me, did you?" He grins and rolls his hips down, his weight pinning down your wriggling body until the sweet heat and strong clenching of his hole has your cock hardening right up despite the pain of overstimulation. "You know, it's bad form to leave your partner high and dry." He tuts, like some teacher, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

The mixture of cum and lube eases the way for your cock so he can teach you how to find his prostate, making you shift your hips every time you bottom out until you can tell the difference between his prostate and his gummy walls with the tip of your cock alone. "There you go, good," He groans—first real sound of pleasure he's made all night— then raises his hips so only your head remains inside him. "Now do that again." He grins, his cock only now beginning to leak.

He pulls three more orgasms out of you by the time he's close to the edge, your poor cock so overstimulated and balls so empty you'd be begging him to stop if you still had your voice. His belly bulges from the amount of cum in his bowels, a puddle of his own seed collecting on your stomach. Finally he cums with one final bash of your cockhead against his prostate, kissing you passionately as he paints your stomach white and slumps against your body.

He pats your chest like you're a work horse, his heart beating just as quickly as your own. "You did good," He whispers with a hoarse voice, leaning down to kiss your sweaty brow. Your eyes droop with exhaustion encroaching now that he's satisfied.

Then he grinds his hips into yours, a devious smirk on his face. "Oh, bumkin, I'm not done with you."

[playing-with-dax]

"Shopping" with your monster boyfriend

monster x reader • public sex/exhibitionism • nipple play • anal sex

*the reader in this story has a penis. No gendered terms such as "good boy" etc. Read the clit/pussy version here

Your monster boyfriend refuses to let you go to the mall alone. He doesn't like thinking about you being looked at by all those strangers without him there.

He holds your hand as you walk together. Even in his human form he stands well over 6ft tall. You chose to wear your most revealing outfit to draw extra attention, not that you would ever admit that to him.

Heads turn and eyebrows raise as you pass. He notices. His grip on your hand tightens and you hear a low rumble in his throat, barely enough to hear. You feel your cheeks flush and a flutter of arousal in your stomach. You love the feeling of strangers watching the two of you, and you love the fact that your monster wants them all to know that you're his.

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When a passing stranger winks at you, he snarls and pulls you to nearby bench in the middle of the concourse. He swiftly pulls you onto his lap, tilts your chin, and drags his tongue up the side of your neck. You shiver at the touch of his warm tongue and his breath on your neck. You bite your lip and do your best not to moan. Shoppers stop and stare, making you blush harder.

Just as quickly as he pulled you into this position, he stands up and leads you onward. Your dick twitches, an erection building. Getting hard in public only turns you on more, and there's nothing you can do about it.

By the time you enter your first store he can smell your arousal. He pulls you close, wraps an arm around your waist, and slips his hand down the front of your pants. Fingers teasing the head of your sensitive cock as you grip his arm and try not to let your knees buckle.

If someone saw your from the back it might look like he only had his hand on your waist, but there would be no mistaking it from any other angle. The thought of someone catching you makes your head swirl with excitement. You begin to pant as he continues to toy with you. Your dick twitching each time his fingers brush the underside of the tip. He slips his free hand under your shirt and begins playing with your nipples. It's too much, you can't keep quiet. You moan and throw your head back just as two strangers round the corner in front of you.

They stop in their tracks and lock eyes with you. Your monsters hands stop. He grins and lifts your top just enough to expose your hard nipples as the strangers stare. Their eyes on your body makes everything feel unbearably hot. He holds you there for just a moment. Just long enough to let them get a good look at his beautiful toy, before pulling your shirt back down and quickly leading you away. 

He moves swiftly through the mall, taking huge steps and keeping a firm grip on your hand. He's eager to get you into another store. Another space between shelves where he can play with you. You struggle to keep up with his long strides. Your hard cock rubbing against your leg is making it difficult to walk normally at all.

He leads you into a large department store. His eyes scan frantically for a fitting room. A secluded corner. Anywhere he can take you to have his way. You notice for the first time that he's hard. Seeing the bulge at the front of his pants sends a curl of arousal through you. You whine and fight the urge to touch yourself right then and there. He looks at you and his cock twitches against the front of his pants. A deep rumble comes from his chest. You know if you don't find a better spot quickly he might just fuck you in the middle of the aisle. And you would let him.

You spot the men's fitting room. Perfect. Much less busy than the women's department. You begin to lead the way, but once he notices where you're headed he quickly outpaces you. He's desperate to get you alone. Half way to the fitting room he can barely contain himself any longer. He circles his arm around your ribs and lifts you off the ground, practically jogging to your destination as he uses his other hand to unbutton his pants and paw at his erection.

Once you're in the fitting room he doesn't bother to take you into a stall or check to see if anyone else is there. He tugs your pants down, tearing them and leaving them on the floor, too consumed with lust to worry about being careful with your clothing. You strip your shirt and underwear off quickly as he pulls out his throbbing cock. He lifts you and holds you up against the angled three-panel mirror at the end of the hallway. You yelp at the cold glass against your bare skin.

He holds you up by your thighs as he finally thrusts his hot dick into your needy hole. You cry out as he pumps into you. He growls into your chest and nips at your neck, thrusting harder, overcome with desire. His human form slipping just slightly.

In the angled mirror you can view his body from both sides. You can see his cock sliding in and out of you. You can see your own flushed and desperate face. 

And you can see a pair of feet in one of the fitting room stalls.

The door of the occupied stall cracks open, just barely. The person inside locks eyes with you. Your monster is too focused on fucking you to notice. You want the stranger to watch. You want them to see you getting your hole pounded. You want them to see what a good toy you are.

You keep eye contact with them as your bring your hands to your chest and play with your nipples. Not holding back your desperate moans and whimpers.

The strangers unzips their pants and begins to stroke their dick as they watch you bounce on your monsters thick cock. You're so excited by the situation that you move one hand to your cock. You barely need to touch yourself at all before you crash into your first orgasm. Your legs tremble and your walls clench around your monsters cock, making him thrust harder and faster as another deep rumble comes from his chest.

Your loud moans are surely drawing attention from people outside the fitting room now. The stranger watching you from the stall is becoming flushed, stroking faster. They must be close.

You feel your monsters grip on your thighs tighten. He's panting now. Thrusting into you hard and deep, not giving you a break after your orgasm. Your head is fuzzy. Every nerve is on fire in the best way. 

You lock eyes with the stranger again. You bring your hand back to your needy, dribbling cock. The overload of sensation making you cry out and nearly cum a second time. You see the stranger tense up. They place a hand over their mouth to suppress their moans as they keep eye contact and cum hard from watching you, their body trembling. They take a second to catch their breath before giving you a sly wink and quietly closing the stall door.

Watching them cum from watching you. Your monster still fucking you hard. Still stroking yourself as your beautiful monster hits the perfect spot over and over again. It's so overwhelming. So wonderful. So fucking exciting. You cum again. So hard you see stars and your body feels limp.

Finally your monster boyfriend lets out a sound between a whimper and a growl as he explodes inside you. Hot cum filling you and dripping out onto the floor. His cock twitching against you. He pumps into you a few more times as he pants against your chest.

He rumbles softly against your neck as he kisses you and licks you and tells you how irresistible you are. That you're so pretty. That you're his.

When he sets your feet back on the floor your legs are wobbly. He chuckles and coos at you, telling you what a good job you did. How wonderful you looked pressed against that mirror.

It's not until you go to get dressed and leave the fitting room that you notice just how torn your pants are. There's no way you could even put them back on.

Your monster just grins and slowly looks you up and down. You understand immediately that you'll be walking back to the car in nothing but your shirt and your underwear. Your cheeks flush and your dick twitches at the realization. At the thought of all eyes on you as you walk through the mall half naked, needy and used, and trying so hard to hide the fact that you're getting hard again.

[smallestapplin]

Kaveh and Alhaitham omegaverse hc

I was going to do more but it's late and I'm so tired. But I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts, opinions, or asks! ^-^ might make more later.

Btw this is separately. Lemme know what ya think.

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Kaveh

- hot take, Kaveh is actually a alpha, he just doesn't act like a jerk like most do because that's just not him, it's just his secondary gender to him, nothing more.

- He envies omega's and their ability to make such comfy structures. He tries to make nests but gets embarrassed at how well he makes them he destroys them and never mentions it.

- He's very picky about scents, but it makes him so nervous about what he smells like or how other's perceive him after hearing a few omegas mention how they love the scent of their alphas.

- He smells sweet like honey, with subtle scents of the coffee he drinks. However his sweeter mellower scent gets drowned out in all his nights at the tavern trying to drink away his stress.

- Kaveh grows distressed easily, which sours his scent in more of a burnt popcorn smell which shoos other's away from him on accident.

- You two started off as friends before anything, just the cute omega who worked at the Tavern, his harsh scent and drinking made you worried, so slowly while making his drinks you'd talk to him. You aren't surprised at how much he opens up, but it surprises him how kind you are letting him vent like this.

- Sometimes you'd even meet him outside of your place of work and get shocked at just how wonderful he is without the drinking, you don't mind, but he holds a conversation better without slurring his words.

- One thing led to him asking if he could court you, and how could you say no when he made you a mini scale model of a garden?

- His nesting habits come up when you come to his (Alhaitham's) house, to his room and see the nest he forget to take down.

- He was stressed last night and being covered helped!

- "I-i hope it's not a turn off or anything! I just, I get stressed and sad and these are nice to have to feel safe, you know?"

- You do, you make stressed nests all the time.

- But you don't move, which worried him, until you look at him and gesture to it "Can I join you in your nest?"

- Asking like any mate should.

- "Yes! Yes of course! Oh i hope it's okay and up to your standards-"

- "Kaveh, it's your nest, not mine, I'm just happy you are letting me inside it, I'm honored.'

- You comment on how good the structure of the pillow walls are and how comfy the blankets are, and it ends with your alpha curled around you, dozing happily with you in his arms, nuzzling into your neck scenting you.

- He purrs loudly, it fills a small room with noise if it's quiet enough, but its so cute.

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Alhaitham

- another hot take, he is an omega. He hates leading, hates being the center of attention, loathes it when people ask him for anything, he just wants to be left alone with his work and to leave.

- However is never misses taking his heat suppressants, never misses taking any scent blockers, and doesn't even touch nesting matieral. To everyone and anyone he is just a moody beta.

- His scent is hidden, at most he smells like fresh paper, ink, and his shampoo. However if you were to smell is original scent it would be sage and orange, it's pleasant but not too strong, though you'd be able to point him out in a crowd from it alone.

- He rejects his secondary gender to the nines, he's seen how omegas get treated and hounded after and he's just not interested in finding anyone to date or mate, he will be damned if he's expected to be some stay at home omega either.

- No nesting items aside for whats needed for his basic bed, just two pillows and two comforter, and that so he can switch them when one needs to be washed.

- Since he is on surpressants he doesn't have his heat,, he avoids it like the plague, which he is thankful for cause it's just a nuisance in his eyes, he sees no purpose in having one, and he's is one of a handful of lucky ones that can afford it.

- His friendship qith you was a slow build. You two started off as 'you're the only coworker I can tolerate.' To occasionally chatting just before leaving for the day, to one of you hiding in the other's office to pretend to be talking something over to avoid people, to small hang outs outside of work even if you'd do most of the chatting, to coming over to his house (and promising his roommate not to speak a work.) to him denying he has any feelings for you.

- You are another omega who gets where he is coming from, and the only person who knows he's an omega too! So he swears it's just that you two have something to bond over.

- You two only started a unlikely courtship after he had been avoiding you for weeks, and you locked yourself in his office to explain himself, his calmness just annoyed you further and further until he broke at the sight of you near tears.

- You thought you were losing your friend, and honestly he did too.

- You walked out of his office with a bright smile and one of his favored bookmarks as a small claim.

- You give him gifts all the time, which he thinks is not needed but he can't help but feel touched by the fanart you always gift him thinks he's mentioned wanting to needing in passing.

- You two take it slow, but you both mesh together well, it's clear to see how you two fit together like a puzzle, one easily picking up one thing the other lacks, it's like watching a well oiled machine in action.

- He finds your scent comforting and often likes spending time at your house than anything,, it's drowned in your scent, how can he not love it?

- He watches you build a nest so effortlessly and beckens him in. His heart flutters, knowing this is a big step and a huge sign of trust, even if his expression doesnt change much.

- He likes cuddling with you face to face or you laying on his chest so he can still read, but he always keeps an arm around you, or is at least touching you in someway.

- Everyone knows you two are together just from him walking into work smelling like you, or because you barge into his office or wherever he is reading to scold him for leaving his lunch.

- His purr is silent, you'd never know he was purring unless you pressed your ear to his chest.

- His scent is safe with you, and you know you can rely on him to help you with your heats.

- Though neither of you know how that one will work as omega omega relationships are rare, and there isn't a guide book (he's looked.)

- But you two will get through it together.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Two Night Stand. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Two Night Stand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

WEEK ONE PROMT: Snow day/Snow storm Summary: Loosely based off the movie “Two Night Stand” you sleep over at Josephs apartment, and in an attempts to leave he tells you that the two of you are snowed in. Forced to face your emotions, you and Joseph end up finally getting together. 

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: Thank u to @creme-bruhlee​ and @syddsatyrn​ for letting me talk through my writing with you a million times. I love u guys so much <3 

ANPART2: This is part of Sydd and I’s Christmas Celebration “30 days of Christmas” for more info on the weekly prompts click the link HERE and come join us!

Warnings: fem! reader, mention of alcohol consumption, mentions of reader basically being black out drunk the night before, TW vomiting (but no heavy descriptions of it), p in v sex, m and f orgasms, unprotected sex, (not mentioned but lets say the reader is on a form of contraceptive), swearing, after careish. (IF THERE’S ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 5955

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Its 7:30 in the morning when your eyes open to the dimly lit bedroom you fell asleep in. Stretching slightly you stiffened when your hand brushed a shoulder next to you, reminding you of the night before. Pulling your arm back, you quickly sat up, glancing down at the person next to you.

Jospeh... Joseph Quinn. He was close friends with your best friends boyfriend, and you had gotten to know him over the past couple of years, and the two of you became quite close. Not close enough that you ever imagined yourself waking up in his bed, half naked, in one of his shirts with his arm draped around your stomach.

Sure Jospeh was beautiful, and funny, talented, and apparently a fantastic kisser if you remember last night correctly- but you weren't supposed to sleep with him and judging by the small ache in your temples, you couldn't remember if you did or not. The night currently only being half clear before it gets foggy. This wasn't part of your plan, and now you're sat next to him with your heart hammering in your chest. Was this going to change everything? Could you remain friends, or were you bound to become something more?

Years ago when you shook his hand for the first time at your mutual friends engagement party a crush on him blossomed, but because of who he was you had decided to keep your  small crush on him to yourself, not wanting him to think you were just another girl pining over him like the rest of the world, so you easily settled for being friends; Plus there was no possible way he could like you back the way you liked him... Right?

Around eight pm the night before you were sprawled out on your couch, scrolling through dating apps, and not finding a single person that seemed interesting enough. A few months prior you had ended your engagement with your terrible fiancee after you found out he was cheating on you, which lead you to tonight, on those shitty dating apps once again while on FaceTime with Joseph. The two of you enjoying each others company without saying much.

"If I see one more person holding up a fish, I might actually throw my phone" You groaned, letting your phone drop to the floor next to you, rolling onto your side to face your laptop screen.

Joseph snickered, his hand running over his chin to scratch lightly at his scruff before returning his attention back to you, head tilting as he looked at you.

"Don't laugh at my struggles Joseph" you said with a pout.

"I'm not, I'd never do such a thing" he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off" You said flipping him the finger.

"C'mon, dating can't be that hard, you're hot, and have great tits, someone is bound to want to hook up"

"Easier said than done" you huffed. "And coming from you? You could get any girl you wanted with the snap of your fingers"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah fucking right, they want Eddie Munson not me"

"Oh bullshit, have you taken a look in the mirror? You're hot and talented, regardless of Eddie Munson, and if you'd ever take a look on the internet, women are literally drooling over you"

He shrugged, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Dating was a weird topic for the both of you. The two of you constantly hyped each other up, and told each other how great you were, but you never seemed to find someone who fit together with you like the way Joseph fit with you. You never were really sure how you felt about him, so instead of acknowledging it, you just ignored it, it was just easier to be friends.

"You really think I have great tits?" You said with a cheeky smile, attempting to lighten the mood slightly.

"With the amount of times I've seen you try to get them out when you're drunk at parties? Yeah I'd say they're pretty great" He laughed lightly, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips and taking a slow sip. "Especially in that one dress you wear all the time"

"The black one?" You said with a knowing smile, glancing up at him over the glass of red wine you'd been nursing. It was your favourite dress, you could pair it with almost anything, able to dress it up or down, and it made your body look fucking fantastic.

"That's the one" he said tipping his beer back once more.

The front door of your apartment creaked open and your very bundled up roommate came stumbling through the door.

"Oh Joe, Jane just walked through the door, I'll call you back after I chat to her for a bit" You said leaning forward towards your laptop.

"Hi Jane!" He yelled.

"'Hi!" She yelled back over her thick scarf.

"I'll text you!" You said to him before waving and ending the call. Turning your attention back to Jane to find her standing in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Hi?" you said confused.

"You should hook up with him" she stated flatly.

You choked on your own spit. Coughing into your hand while the other was held over your heart. "Excuse me?"

"With Joseph!" She said while retreating into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Are you insane? He's like one of my closest friends"

"Exactly! I'm sure the two of you can handle a one night stand with each other" She shrugged, taking a sip from her water. "You're both shit at dating, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up tension" she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you groaned in response.

"Oh come on! Aren't you horny?"

"Ah-ha! See, I knew you two little freaks were having these conversations when I'm not around" Dimitri, your roommates boyfriend, who had a spare key, slid into the kitchen with you two, kissing her on the cheek before standing across from you both.

"Hi Dimitri" you said with a smile. "Well, yes, no I'm horny, but I'm also somewhat lazy? So the two counteract, like dueling wizards" Your nose scrunched. "That sounded more normal in my head"

"Well not anymore, call him, set up a date!" Jane encouraged, grabbing a bowl of washed grapes out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

"With who?" Dimitri asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Joseph" she said quickly, crossing her arms in triumph.

"Huh, I can see that" Dimitri said thoughtfully.

"You're just agreeing with her cause you're dating her!" You yelled in protest.

He raised his hands in defence and took a couple more grapes before retreating into the living room.

The both of them laughed and you couldn't help but join in. You bit your lip while thinking it over. You knew she was right, and that you and Jospeh could probably handle a one night stand. Because it was exactly that, a one night stand, but you couldn't justify losing your friendship over something you didn't even know if he would want to do.

"Fine!" You yelled. "But I'm not sleeping with him! I'm only going to hang out with him!" Stomping your way over to your phone, picking it up to text Joseph who just so happened to have already texted you.

Joseph Quinn: Do you want to come over?

You: Like right now?

Joseph Quinn: Yeah

Joseph Quinn: It's too cold to go out and I don't wanna keep drinking alone

You: Sure

You: I'll leave in 20?

Joseph Quinn: Sounds good xx

Joseph Quinn: Text me when ur here

You: *Thumbs up Emoji*

Which leads you back to your current position. Stuck. In Joseph Quinns bed.

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning quietly as it only increased the thumping in your skull. Removing his arm from your waist you pulled back the covers and slid out of his bed as gently as you possibly could, while trying not to disturb him.

You were going to get dressed, steal some Tylenol, and get the hell out of there. The minute you fully stood up, the room spun and you had to lean on the bed for support, stomach lurching. You covered your mouth with one hand, breathing through your nose, begging your body to relax, and not throw up. The spinning stopped but the nausea didn't, saliva pooling in your mouth, so you rushed into Jospehs on-suite bathroom slamming the door a little too loudly before falling to your knees in front of the toilet, your stomach rejecting every ounce of food and drink from the night before.  Each heave of your stomach made the throbbing in your head only increase, it felt like someone was taking a hammer to your skull.

After a few minutes, and a couple curtesy flushes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Babe?" Jospehs voice laced with sleep, still low and raspy.

"I'm fine" You rushed, panicking when you heard the door handle move. "Don't come in!"

He laughed, ignoring you and opening the door to hand you a cold water bottle. You took it gratefully, placing it next to you while you rested your head on your folded arms, against the toilet seat.

"Rough night?" He asked, leaning up against the counter, the muscles in his arms bulging from where he leaned on them. He was distracting. Shirtless, with his pyjama pants hung low on his hips, happy trail painfully on display and you were pretty sure he wasn't wearing underwear. You felt your face heat up and you looked away from him, picking at a loose thread on one of your socks, apparently the only article of clothing besides your panties you were able to keep on.

You groaned, resting your forehead directly onto the toilet seat now, too in pain to care about the amount of germs festering on it.

"Shut it" you mumbled.

"I told you to stop, but you wouldn't listen" his voice laced with amusement. "Said you had to be more drunk because I make you nervous"

You swore your heart stopped for a second. "I said that?" You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's the most honest you've been about your feelings towards me"

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, your heart beating a little quicker, and you couldn't tell if you felt sick from nerves, or because you were going to throw up again.

"I'm not blind you know" he said with a smirk.

"Did I say anything else?" You asked, ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, a lot actually, but that can wait until later" He said coming to stand next to you, leaning into the shower and turning it on, hand under the stream of water, testing it until it was warm enough.

"C'mon" he said while offering both this hands to you.

You glanced between him and the toilet, trying to figure out if you were okay enough to get into the shower.

"You're not going to be sick again, c'mon, and I'll stay in here to make sure you don't pass out in the shower and crack your head open"

"Well I wasn't worried about that second part until you mentioned it, so thanks for that" You said reaching up to grab onto his hands, standing on shaky legs while the room spun again. Only for a few seconds and it didn't cause any nausea.

"I'm sorry for all of this, I don't need to shower, just let me get dressed and then I'll be out of your hair" you sighed.

"No you can't" Joseph rushed.

"No really, It's fine, I'll be okay" you said shaking your head.

"No, I mean it, you actually can't" he said sheepishly

"Why not?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Well I was gunna order in breakfast, but the roads are so bad, and the door is kind of frozen shut according to the landlord" He scratched the back of his head. "We're kind of snowed in" he said with a small shrug.

Of course this would happen to you. You'd get stuck in your best friends apartment, hung over, and holding his hands while you stand in front of him barely dressed.

"Shit" you mumbled. "I guess I don't really have a choice, I'm cursed, this is penance"

Joseph laughed. "You think god, made the snow storm to punish you?"

"No, I think my grandmother did it, I just don't know how" You said squinting your eyes up at him slightly.

"Alright, c'mon, shower time" he said while bringing his hands to snake under your shirt, pulling it up until you stopped him. "Joseph!" you squealed slightly embarrassed.

"What?" he said genuinely confused, eyes searching your face.

"You can't just start undress me like that" you mumbled.  "You've- We've, You've never seen me, or my-" he cut you off.

"You don't remember taking all your clothes off last night do you?" He said with a cheeky smile.

"No I did not" you said feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, biting at his bottom lip to keep his smile at bay. "The knickers stayed on, but yeah, you went full tits out babe" You could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh, but you couldn't pretend you didn't see the pink colour that rose to his cheeks.

"Oh god!" You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry"

"Hey, I've seen tits before, nothing new to me" he said trying to play it cool.

"But you've never seen MY tits Joseph" you protested. "I wish I could have seen your reaction" you said honestly, a small laugh bubbling out from your chest.

"Truthfully? I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I shoved one of my shirts on you, didn't really get a good look" He scratched the back of his head, suddenly unable to look at you directly, going back to leaning against the counter.

"Oh" you said quietly. "You can look, if- If you want, you know, while I shower..." you said bashfully "Not like I can really hide behind the glass anyway" you laughed awkwardly.

"Thank you" he said "For y'know- Uh being comfortable with that"

You smiled, reaching down to tug off the oversized shirt of his you were still wearing, peeling off your socks and then your underwear, holding them in front of your lower half awkwardly. "Could you, um, grab my toothbrush, and the toothpaste" you said pointing to the little basket behind him.

"Oh uh, y-yeah" he stuttered, turning to grab you your items and when we reached out to hand them to you, you dropped the clothes onto the ground and you could hear his breath hitch. Still he kept his eyes up when you took your things from his hands, and even if you felt shy you wanted him to look.

Turning your back to him and stepped into the shower, leaving the sliding glass door open just a little, knowing that when you turned he would tilt his head to look at your ass.

Your shower was quick, but it helped wake you up, and ease the ache in your skin from puking, and the thumping in your head. You washed your hair, and body with Joes stuff he kept in his shower, smiling when the smell of him enveloped you and the steamy air around you. You turned off the shower and peaked your head around the side of the door smiling when you saw Joseph still standing there. "Towels please?"

He leaned over and handed you two freshly clean towels, smelling of laundry detergent and him.

"Safe enough to leave you on your own?" he asked.

"Yeah I think I can manage" You said emerging from the shower wrapped in one towel and the other one on your head.

Joseph left you alone to get dressed. You took your time, blushing when you noticed the pair of clean underwear and a different shirt with a pair of sweatpants of Josephs folded neatly on the counter. You were here enough that you left articles of clothing around, and embarrassingly enough also your underwear. You shook your head before slipping them up your legs, wondering just how many pairs of your panties Joseph might have in his possession.

Taking out the shitty hair dryer from under the sink, and drying your hair until it was no longer dripping wet. Sliding Josephs clothes on your body before  heading to the kitchen where you could smell a greasy breakfast being cooked up and your mouth watered, for a good reason this time.

"I should sleep over all the time if you're going to be making me breakfast" You said coming to sit on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen.

"Only because I don't want you chucking up anymore in my clean bathroom" he teased, looking over his shoulder at you while he shifted around what you assumed was bacon.

You cringed. "Yeah sorry about that... I shouldn't have had that much... You just" You trailed off, growing nervous about what you wanted to say. You were tired with lying about your feelings towards him. "You make me nervous" you said honestly with a huff.

He chuckled, turning to face you, while sliding bacon on two plates, along with a hefty amount of hash browns and a couple of pancakes.  "Yeah you mentioned that last night"

"Well it's still true" you said leaning your hand on your cheek, picking at a piece of pancake and popping it into your mouth.

He came to sit next to you, and the two of you ate mostly in silence, enjoying the hum from the radio that was playing Christmas music, and watched the big fluffy snowflakes dance past the window.

After a cup of coffee, two Tylenol's, and an anti-nauseant you slowly started to feel normal again. Licking syrup off of your pinkie with a satisfied hum, going to bring your thumb to your mouth, but Joseph grabbed your hand lightly, never breaking eye contact while he look the pad of your thumb into his mouth and licked the remains syrup off of it.

"Y-you can't just do stuff like that" you whispered. Your voice unable to get any louder.

"Why not?" He asked with the tilt of his head, letting go of your hand.

"You just can't" you said with a shrug, fumbling with your fingers in your lap, your thumb still wet from his mouth.

"Why can't you let yourself be honest with how you feel about me"

"You're one to talk"

"I'll tell you every ounce of everything I've ever felt for you, right now, if that's what you want" he said reaching forward to hold one of your hands again. "But I need to know why you keep pushing it away" his head dipped down to look you in the eyes, only allowing him to meet yours for a second.

You pulled your hand away from him, standing up and walking towards the large window in his living room. Crossing your arms over your chest with your hands holding onto your biceps. He followed you, leaning against the doorway while he waited for you to speak, because he knew you would, and after a few moments you did.

"I don't know if I can handle another heartbreak... Especially from you" you turned to him, eyes slightly glassy with unshed tears, and your chest ached with unspoken fears.

"You know I'd never do that to you"

"But if you did" you shook your head, physically shaking the thought out of you. "I don't think I could take it"

He walked towards you slowly, bringing his hands to hold either sides of your face, making you look at him, the tears you fought so hard to keep at bay trailed down your cheeks.

"I promise that if you give me your heart, I'll keep it safe" he kissed you on the nose. "Forever" and you knew he meant it.

A small sob escaped you. "But I don't want to ruin what we have, what will the internet say, what if it ruins everything for you"

"I don't give a shit about that, I fell in love with you, the first time we met, and I had to watch you go through a terrible breakup, and it took everything in me not to beat his arse for treating you like that, and I told myself I'd never let anything like that happen to you again"

You heart was slamming against your ribcage. Every bit of skin he touched felt like it was on fire, the snow storm outside forgotten with the warmth you felt from him. "But Joseph-"

"Will you just shut up and let me kiss you?" He said cutting you off, standing almost chest to chest with you.

You nodded, unable to form words when he was looking at you like that. He held your face so delicately in his hands, thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek as he leaned down agonizingly slow. Dipping his head so his nose brushed the side of yours ever so slightly, and you could feel his breath on your skin. When he finally pressed his lips to yours you felt yourself melt into him. A relieved sigh coming through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

His hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, thumbs just under your jaw as he pushed to tilt your head back, his tongue swiping across your lips, asking for entrance, which you allowed. Deepening the kiss you mewled softly, his tongue against yours making your stomach flip. Breaking the kiss only for a moment to speak he asked. "Is this- Are, do you want this?" He said hesitantly, all while planting slow, soft, and strategically placed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, stopping at your collarbone when you didn't reply. "Sweetheart?"

You hummed, tilting your head back to look at him. Your mind already foggy as you let him engulf your senses.

He brought one hand up to your chin, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it flip back up with a tiny 'pop' sound "Tell me"

"Yeah" you whispered breathlessly. "Please"

"Please what?" he teased softly.

"Fuck me" you blushed.

He smirked. "I'm not going to fuck you just yet" he said sliding his hands under the bottom of your shirt, fingers pressing harshly into the doughy skin of your hips. "First I'm going to make love to you, and then" He paused, biting at the skin on your shoulder. "I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"Who says you can't do both at the same time" you quipped.

He looked at you like he was going to devour you, his pupils blown out and you could see the vein in his neck jump with each rapid heartbeat. He trailed his teeth against your jaw, and before you could stop it, you whimpered.

You whimpered at his words, his touch, everything about him had you falling apart in his hands and it only fired him up more. Walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit his bed, still not breaking the kiss as he lead you to lay down on your back, hovering over you. "You're so fucking pretty" He said returning his attention to your neck, kissing and nipping along the skin.

Your hands fumbled against his skin, reaching the waist band of his pyjamas pants but he shoved your hand away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing" he breathed into your skin, "Jus' wanna love on you first"

You whined and arched your back into him so his chest touched yours. "Impatient little thing huh?" he cooed, sliding his hands down your body, his hands resting just below your breasts, thumbs pressing into the skin there. "How long as it been?"

"What?" You breathed, watching as his hands grabbed at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up until you leaned forward enough for him to take it off completely. He leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his hands, squishing it slightly while his tongue trailed lazily over your nipple, pebbling under his warm breath. You moaned while he moved to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.

"How long has it been?" he asked again, blowing air on your wet skin, cooling it slightly.

"Since what?" You breathed. Looking down at him, raking your fingers through his hair.

"Since you've been touched like this" His voice was low, almost primal when you finally met his eyes as he slid further down your body until his lips found your hips. Kissing and biting along the waistband of the sweatpants you wore, fingers dipping into the band tugging them down slowly.

"I- uh- Don't remember" you said shaking your head, unable to form a proper sentence. "I haven't, even-"

You heard him groan when your pants slid past your ass, eyeing the damp patch on your panties that was very visible. Throwing the pants aside he came back up to hover over you, one of his hands sliding across your stomach until dipping between your legs. Tears almost instantly pooling in your eyes at the sensation.

"Fucking christ baby" he said while pressing his fingers harder into the wet fabric. "You don't touch yourself?"

"It's been a while" You mewled, pushing your hips down into his hand. He moved his hands up to pull at the band of your panties, pulling them off you in one quick motion, before returning to his position between your legs, leaning his cheek against one of your wobbly knees while slipping his fingers back down, between your slick folds.

"Pussy this pretty and you don't touch it?" he said teasing your clit with the pad of his thumb. "You're fuckin' soaked"

"Oh my god" you whined. "Please Joseph"

"What hmm? What do you need" he asked with a mocking tone, slipping one of his thick fingers into you, making your eyes roll back. He curled his finger up into you repeatedly, hitting that spongey wall just on the other side of your clit.

"This, this, fuck Joseph, I needed this, I needed you" you huffed. "I've always needed you"

He groaned into the skin of your knee, still continuing his movements as he began kissing down your leg, reaching your thigh. Kissing across your waist until you were begging under him, the word 'please' falling off of your lips over and over again.

"Please what?" He teased, blowing air onto your wet cunt. Face inches away from where you wanted him.

Your hands pushing back his hair while you made eye contact. "I need your mouth on me, please Jospeh I- uh!" You squealed when his tongue swiped up your folds, plump lips circling your clit, sucking on it ever so slightly.

"I love it when you say my name like that" He spoke against your cunt. "Fucked out and I haven't even given you my cock yet" he growled.

"If you keep fucking me with your fingers like that, I wont get to cum on your cock" you said quickly.

"Oh baby, you think you're only cumming once?" he said leaning back to look at you, his face wet with your arousal, his fingers moving quicker, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit, watching as your hips began rolling instinctively, your body attempting to reach your orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh, keep doing that, just like that" Your orgasm shooting through you, that sharp tingle from the pit of your stomach, hitting each and every one of your limbs. The tips of your fingers and toes, it made the goosebumps rise across your skin until your moans became silent until you were gasping for air riding it out until you were sobbing.

Joseph removed his hands from you, coming back up to hover over you, smoothing your hair out of your face, his hands still wet with you. "Shh, you're okay sweet thing" he said soothingly, one hand rubbing roughly across your chest, up and down between the valley of your breasts, helping calm your breathing. "You okay? You back with me?" he said quietly.

Your head rolled to the side to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "More than okay" you said leaning forward to sit up. Grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling yourself into his lap, straddling him. His hands coming to squish at the skin on your waist while you tugged at his pants once more.

"Get these off, and get inside me" you said a little more aggressively than you meant, causing you to laugh at your own voice. "I've thought about this for way too long for me to wait one more second" you said reaching your hand into his pants to palm at his dick, hot and heavy in your hands.

"Do you want me to blow you?" you asked with eyes looking far too innocent for words like that to be coming out of your mouth. Beginning to jerk him slowly, swiping your thumb across his tip, spreading the pre cum around.

"Fucking Christ angel" he said with a laugh, like he was almost in disbelief about what was currently happening. "I wont last that long in your mouth, and I really wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours" the grip he had on your hips tightened, his brows furrowing as he looked down between your two bodies, your hand working his now slick dick, and your cunt which was definitely leaving a darker wet patch on his pants. He moved his hands to shove his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them off the last few inches before returning his hands to your hips.

Holding onto his shoulders you kneeled above him, letting him line up his cock to your entrance, swiping it back and forth a few times, collecting your slick before pushing up into you slightly.

A high pitch mewl left your lips as your face scrunched, dropping your forehead to his while he pushed in the rest of the way.

"Oh fuck" you breathed. He stretched you out so well, easing your hips down until he filled you to the tilt. "You, you, oh my god" you hiccuped. "I feel like I can't breathe" you said tilting your head back, blissed the fuck out.

"You're taking me so well" he groaned, moving his hips up slightly. "Tight fucking pussy, made for this cock"

"I feel so f-full" you said pushing up on your knees, bouncing up and down as best as you could with how good you were feeling. The hot ache in the pit of your stomach already starting to spread. "You're fucking me so good Joey oh my god"

"Course you do, desperate little thing" He said fucking up into you harder, making tiny squeaks come out of your mouth, unable to make any other noise. "You gunna cum again pretty girl?" he said reaching down between you both to rub at your clit.

You could only nod, tears rolling down your cheeks again. "C'mere baby" he said pulling you down to his chest so you could hold onto him while you rode him while his hips continued to snap against yours, hand squished against your two bodies, rubbing messily at your clit as best as he could.

"Joey, Joey, I'm-" you mumbled into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, sure to leave a mark that the internet would go crazy for, but Joseph didn't care, he wasn't going to stop you, if he was making you feel this good.

"Come on baby, cum on this fucking cock" he said through gritted teeth holding off his own orgasm as he felt you start to shake on top of him.

"Fuck, fuck you, and your per-FUCK!" you yelled feeling your orgasm peak, flooding through you as you trembled and sobbed once more. You pulled back from him and started lifting your hips with him, pushing him to his orgasm like he did with yours. "Cum in me baby, please, fill me up, own me, mark my pussy"

"Filthy fucking mouth" he said shaking his head, tongue coming out over his top lip in concentration as he reached his orgasm. Cumming with a few shaky thrusts, groaning into the skin just under your collar bone, where his face rested against you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, heavily breathing against each other. You ran your hands through his hair.

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you said quietly, laughing a little.

Joseph laughed with you, leaning back to look at you. "You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

"You should look in a mirror" you said leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. "I love you too, you know, if that wasn't already obvious"

"Well thank god, because with a mouth like that I'm never letting you go" he said wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest.

You giggled into him, shifting your hips slightly, causing him to hiss. "Shit sorry" you said blushing. "I just, can feel your cum dripping out of me"

Josephs face turned red while he slowly pulled himself out of you, rolling the two of you onto your sides, hand instantly on your waist. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked while propping his head up on his hand, leaning on his elbow.

"I feel great Joseph" You giggled. "A bit achy if I'm honest, think you might have bruised my insides"

Josephs hand moved to your stomach while you laughed, pressing into the doughy skin there. "M'sorry, I wanted to be sweet about it, but that mouth of yours" he said with a whistle. "You'd get me to do just about anything"

"Good" you said leaning forward to press another soft kiss to his lips. "Cause if I remember correctly, you said you were going to ruin me?" you teased, trailing a finger down his bicep. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think I look particularly ruined"

He huffed a breath, letting his head fall back onto the bed. "You might actually be the death of me love"

Scooting closer to him, you rested your head against his chest, wrapping one arm around his torso, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss before cuddling back into him. "Maybe we can nap a little first" you said disregarding your previous statement. The warmth from Joseph calming you quickly, and the fatigue of two orgasms and good sex crawling up your body inch by inch.

"I think that's a great idea" Joseph said with a hum. "Come up 'ere, lets get into bed" he said leaning forward. You groaned in protest, pouting when he separated himself from you, but only for him to grab you and pull you up the bed easily like you weighed nothing. He wrapped his blankets around you, fluffed the pillows before you laid down onto them and kissed your bare shoulder before tugging your back into his chest, his breath warm on the back of your neck.

"I love you" he said, and although you couldn't see his face, you could hear his smile.

"I love you back" you laughed.

"Question" he said after a few moments.

"mmhmm?" you said sleepily.

"Were you going to say I had a perfect cock? when you were cumming?" the teasing tone in his voice was thick, and you resisted the urge to turn over and pinch him.

"Oh my god, shut up" you said embarrassed, shoving your face into your pillow, to which he only pulled you closer to him.

"I guess I'll just have to get you to admit it again later, but I don't think you'll be able to even form a sentence by the time I'm done with you" He nipped at your shoulder, nuzzling his face back into your neck before getting comfy behind you.

"Good" You quipped.

[mageofmercy]

Mage of Heart

When people say mages suffer.

Well...

A Mage is a class from one of the thirteen different classes within the realms of Homestuck. We are those who know for ourselves rather than knowing for others. We are an active class, and we seek that which we know. We search into realms and keep getting burnt. Finding out the hard way every time that nothing good ever comes from asking for more than we already have. Thus. We Mages suffer, know better off than any other until our knowledge becomes basic intuition. One knows fire is hot by touching the flame. Yet we hold our hand in the fire.

And oh, so how we know. How we know the fire is so hot.

Heart. Love. The soul. Your very self. The beauty. The uniqueness. The entirety of whom you are. The reason for wanting to share that something with others leading to relationships - unrequited.

The mage of heart is that someone.

With emotions so intense, you ruin every relationship.

Any and every friendship you're in turns sour as soon as the label "love" is slapped on.

anxiety goes through the roof, you send 10 - no, 20, how about 30? It's never enough. Cutting out messages you don't like. Keeping the ones that try to explain why you're like this. But none ever working, so you continue sending.

You begin to scream as they're put off by you. You wonder if this is working. You wonder if it's worth it. Knowing for a sheer fact you're disgustingly clingy.

It's not their fault that you're like this. Is it?

The next day comes. You choose to act like everything's fine...

A week or a month passes. The relationship has long ended. Loneliness creeps, and you're still screaming. These emotions remain too intense for your own good.

Soon though, the screaming stops. Not because you've gone hoarse. But because you've gotten ahold of yourself.

The path of a Mage of Heart is that of maturity

Emotional maturity. Where once you had nothing. No emotional maturity. Soon?

A friend sent a text. "It's over"

You start to send something back. But then stop yourself. What's it worth? What's the point?

You put down the phone. Not wanting to hurt their feelings with the words you so know would.

Loneliness begins to bother you less and less.

soon, though? All this horrible stuff begins to grow something. It's more than tact, it's more than just feeling your emotions and not acting upon them.

Feeling those emotions so intensely that you feel it in your skin flowing outward.

You begin to grow into your role as a Mage of Heart.

You haven't really been paying attention. But you begin to realize that your kindness. Your empathy. It's beginning to make you who you are. You've been alone with the canvas of your life for so long just doodling and throwing splashes of paint upon it for so long?

Your emotions no longer control you. Nor do you control them. One day though that could change.

Your canvas is beginning to look absolutely beautiful. Isn't it?

[hel-phoenyx]

I'll have to admit that it has been a while since the last time I saw my mother like this.

Under the eternal day of the Gaikamshigtai lands, where no warrior ever finds solace, we decided to take a break waiting for the next fight in the Tournament for Glory. This year apparently, there is quite a number of good candidates, rumors even go around about the young king of the Kraken Coast as the one who finally has a chance of winning against War herself for the first time since she ascended ; but I pay no attention to those rumors, because I know her strenght better than anyone, having felt it restrain itself in tenderness against my very skin.

Still, I think that if anyone has a chance to go far enough, it will be the woman sitting in front of me. Her hair is greying the more years are passing, and in her right eye a cataract is beginning to form, but she still holds the strenght of her forties, still was able to fend of a full army in a matter of seconds without even using her powers.

We are currently in the middle of the fights to the death, and her next is in a few hours ; All the time needed to catch up. It's just too bad the permanent sun is constantly hurting my eyes. The things a woman would do for love.

"Ugh, I complain for the third time in the hour. How I hate the light of that unwavering sun. It's way too hot to fight."

Queen Lina the Ist Frosilaen gives me a sly smile before downing her third serpents' liquor. As always, she's unscathed by even the strongest of alcohols.

"Maybe you shouldn't have put on that black velvet dress then, girl."

"Mom, I am in my sixties. Stop calling me girl."

"And I am in my eighties, sweetheart, argument invalid."

She laughs, albeit a little bitter. I let it slide. I don't think I ever heard her laugh genuinely.

"But black velvet dress or not you'll complain anyway will you ?"

"Better complain than keep silent."

"Right. I'm happy speech therapy allowed you to break my ears with nagging," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "But next time, at least, bring an umbrella. And please, not the boney one. It's scaring your own faithful."

I roll my eyes. My faithful are used to it. The mandatians, anyway, I'll have to admit some of the clerics here still are not used to my bone set, the meltdowns that still happen when the sun is too hot or the noise too strong, my inability to talk in front of a lot of people when Moon isn't there, or my unfocused eyes. But I am Greater Archbishop for Moon's sake, they can get used to it.

Mother finishes her drink, before looking around the tavern.

"Where's Moon, anyway ?"

"Chasing interesting people. You know how they are. and you know, since we got king Kaizarz the Ist among the candidates..."

"Oh right ! I've been dying to test myself against that young bastard. Rumored to be the one who will kill Faloi and shit. Heh. Maybe he will, childlike that he is. Will get a thorn out of my side for sure."

I frown.

"Won't Lamia be unhappy about that ?"

"She will, but it's really not a matter of alliances or for the good of the divine Mandate," sighed mom while playing with her ring. "It's really just personal opinion."

Like always with cousin Faloi. I never got why exactly, but to be honest, I stopped being interested in the affairs of the Divine Mandate after Moon made me reorganize their church from scratch and put me at its lead. Religion has no place in state matter, neither personal ones.

I hear some noises at the entrance of the tavern, and before mom has any time to look, two people make their appearances. A blonde giant with a ruby-encreusted sword on his back, and a eerily beautiful woman behind a veil. Both are no older than twenty-one, I'm sure of it, even if I can't see much through the veil and the scales on the man's face make it harder to guess his real species.

They have a certain presence among them, the kind even mom, used to the biggest of this world, notices. She turns her head towards them, and watches as they take a place somewhere with beers without even noticing us.

"Well those are interesting people. See them, Selene ?"

I smile.

"Oh, they are my favorites here. I noticed them when Kaizarz and his guard came to the arena. The boy is a sorcerer strong enough to bring thunderstorms in the Eternal Day, and the girl has a weird magic within her. Strangely, only she participates to the tournament, and has been eliminated in the qualifications anyway."

"Too bad, I wanted to fight both, they look like compelling foes. But you didn't noticed them for their fighting abilities, did you ?"

As always, mom knows me too well, and her smile is a reflection of my own, sly and teasing. I wink softly, before turning my eyes towards the two youngsters that are now talking without even paying attention to the world.

"Lord Moon no. Only one glance is enough to see these two have a complicated relationship with a certain Kraken King. I've been watching them for some time and the dynamic is fascinating. If I didn't know any better, it would look like a weird love triangle. A real one."

"Ah, how it brings me to my youth, said mom with a smile. Monarchs and their convoluted relationships before they realise they can basically do whatever they want with enough notoriety."

"How much time did you take before marrying Chiara ?"

"Hey now, no sassing me, girl."

"Continue calling me girl and I'll never stop."

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

Eddie with an equally freak S/O

This is my 500 follower special because holy shit you guys thank you! This reads more like a fanfiction I was too lazy to fully write (lol) so enjoy.

The cut is because it's long.

The two of you met at the first day of High School. Your parents had just moved out to Hawkins for some peace and quiet, and you were thrust into a new school. Safe to say by lunch you hadn't made any new friends and were probably going to sit alone.

Until some random kid with long curly hair, too many rings, and enough layers of clothes to warrant it being winter waltzed up to you. Waltzed. Not walked.

With all the swagger of a teenage casanova, he invited you to his table.

That was the day you became known as one of the freaks.

You liked being a freak. Everyone was nice, and there was no expectation of being perfect or well-behaved. You just needed to be yourself.

You were dragged into everything. Hellfire, lab partners, the band. All of it. Wherever Eddie went, he took you with him. You would've felt like you were tagging along too often had it not been for him constantly grabbing your wrist and taking you with him.

It did not help your budding crush in the slightest.

Your parents had other views on your newfound friend group, leading you to spend your evenings and weekends at Eddie's trailer or whoever's house was being used as the hangout. You managed to avoid going home too often as your parents were too busy to track you down.

Which led to you doing a lot of weed with Eddie and confessing a lot of personal shit. It was a two-way street, the two of you only drawing closer as your first summer in Hawkins ended.

By Fall you knew each other better than yourselves. By the next Summer, you were sure you were doomed as your crush had all but gone away. It festered and grew as the eccentric metal head showed you new songs, invited you over to watch whatever new movie he'd recorded, or dragged you off to the arcade to try a new machine.

You especially loved having the mall in town as the two of you could loiter while finding new bits and bobbles for your outfits.

You had to drag him swimming though. He didn't like going and you didn't blame him, but some days were simply too hot to sit in his trailer or van and smoke weed. He also looked too good in a bathing suit to pass up.

He confessed to you mid-July after the mall fire happened, saying he was going to wait until Hellfire started up again and do it better but when the mall burned down he was too scared that he was going to lose you too to one of the freak accidents.

You spent the rest of the summer wrapped up in his arms.

When school started again he made a point of asking you if you were okay with publicly being seen dating him. When you told him he was an idiot to think otherwise, he grinned like the Cheshire cat.

He absolutely loves touching you and will any chance he gets. Whether it's holding hands in the hall, locking your ankles at lunch, or pulling you close in the privacy of his trailer.

He manages to convince you to fully move your stuff to his trailer after a big blow-out fight with your parents.

You don't bother going home much after that, and his Uncle doesn't seem to mind your presence. He actually rather respects it, stating that he's happy Eddie has someone to keep him company.

There are many long walks through the woods. Eddie seems to thoroughly enjoy walking all the way to lover's lake just to watch the stars.

Sometimes he'll climb to the top of the trailer with you and watch the clouds or the stars.

He's like the personification of a cat in some respects. He'll seek you out when he needs company and attention, he'll loudly proclaim things (usually to himself), and he'll go for walks when he's really pent up.

When he wrote the first song for you it took him months to get it right.

The two of you were having an actually decent life... until the summer of season 4.

[uravichii]

3 am ~

ー they find you crying in the middle of the night

characters: katsuki bakugo, midoriya izuku

genre: comfort, fluff

notes: i hate the title and summary 🤩

- bakugo katsuki -

katsuki, your boyfriend whom you were positive was always a heavy sleeper, wakes up to the faint sound of you crying.

he turns his head to face your slightly crouched back, seemingly hiding your tears from him.

you feel him shift towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. you feel the immense warmth of his chest pressed against your back as he pulls you even closer.

"oi..." he calls with a tired voice, partly a whisper as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, the vibration from his baritone voice kissing your skin as he speaks,"if you were having such a shitty day, why didn't you tell me?"

katsuki waits for an answer, but he only hears faint hics and whimpers instead. "i'm turning the lights onー"

you firmly grasp his forearm before he could get up.

you could talk to katsuki, but right now you're just tired, too drained to even speak of your pain.

katsuki scoffs, feigning annoyance. "can you at least face me then?"

it takes you a minute before stirring until your eyes, glossed with tears, meet his tired half-lidded ones.

he presses the back of your head against his chest with his hand, pulling you into a tight embrace. "tomorrow... we'll talk."

you give a small nod in response.

in a few hours, you'll be woken up by a warm hand cupping your cheek.

katsuki will pamper you with everything he has. when you open up to him, he'll listen and take in everything with minimal cursing here and there, but you don't mind anyway.

and if you cry while talking, he'll be silent and even avert his gaze from you, but he'll place his hand on yours, softly rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, and that's when you know it will get better.

but for now, this is where you'll stayー in katsuki's hold, where the heat from his body completely enveloping yours is enough to hush your crying and lull you to sleep.

in the tiny space you've made for yourself, where you crouched to weep in silence alone, someone has intruded your circle, but it is someone who cares deeply. katsuki knows of your pain, and somehow for now, that is enough.

- midoriya izuku -

izuku stretches an arm across the bed and slides his hand over the sheets, searching for your sleeping figure, but his hand only feels the warmth of the sheets and reaches nothing more.

he jolts up, his heart racing with anxiety as he stares over the space you left on the bed.

he's about to dash out of the room to search for you, but you open the door before he reaches it.

he sighs in relief, "y/n! where were you?"

"sorry, i just.. went to the bathroom."

there was something different about your voiceー it sounded frail and almost exhausted, as if those were the only few words you could utter right now.

"a-are you okay?"

there was barely any light in the room, but izuku could clearly see your worn out eyes, your eyelashes wet with tears, and though earlier your smile was the last thing he caught sight of before falling asleep, your lips now tremble before izuku.

he gently takes your hand and leads you to the bed. he doesn't turn the lights on, afraid that it'll strain your eyes somehow.

and you're now sat on the bed, watching izuku frantically prepare a cup of hot tea, water, your comfort snacks, and a box of tissue. he also offers you his hoodie, and you just take it without saying a word.

"you don't have to force yourself to talk, y/n.." he places a hand on yours and gives you a reassuring smile. "but i'll be here to listen if you wanna talk!"

after a few minutes, you've decided to finally talk to izuku, who's been patiently waiting all this time.

there was absolutely no doubt that izuku was listening attentively the whole time, seeing how he himself started crying too when your voice broke into a soft sob mid-sentence.

but izuku only uses the tissues for you, he'll pat it gently on your damp cheeks, and (if you allow him) izuku will help you blow your nose, and he does not feel an ounce of disgust when he does it having a runny nose when you're crying that much is perfectly NORMAL.

the more you talked to izuku, the more weight has been easily carried off your shoulders.

a few hours ago, it was lonely, cold, and miserableー the weight on your chest doesn't go away at all, never has, no matter how much you've weeped and sobbed.

but this is differentー this gentle and soft thing, the featherlight feeling of being able to share your pain with someone who's a familiarity, someone who cares.

when izuku embraces you, it lasts, and he was always the last to let go.

[emmimimii]

#2 In the Car | Marius Von Hagen

go away 18 below/ minors! NSFW Ahead!

Fandom: Tears of Themis Pairing: Marius Von Hagen x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Vaginal penetration, Unprotected sex, dirty praises, car sex, semi-public sex, riding

its cramped. You're both an arm's length away from each other and you could smell the faint scent of cologne he has on, he smelt faintly of citrus and it fits him well

he was wearing his suit but had taken off the vest and tuxedo pieces, leaving him in only his signature black shirt, the very same shirt you find yourself eyeing (because it highlights his pecs so fucking well) he seems to see you staring at him, so he playfully says "oneesan/jiejie, is the view that great?"

You rolled your eyes, it's so him to be joking, but instead of the usual retorts, you decided to play his game and tease him back.

"yes, good enough to eat, you look and smell delicious" letting the s drawl, you can see him gulp slightly, it was a relatively straight and empty road, so he let his eyes wander over to you, but without giving him too much time to react, you reach out and touch his arms, and your fingers tiptoeing across to his chest (that you so long to touch)

Marius's grip on the wheel wavered, and you could feel the car swerve slightly (a/n: please don't do this irl it's dangerous buns!) but he manages to grab hold of the car with one of his hands before it gets out of control, the other holds on to your mischievous fingers, gripping it and leading it to his warmest part of his body.

He quickly parks in a safe spot, your hand still captured between his palm and the heat of his cock. he unbuckles the two seatbelts and repositions his chair backwards. and without any warning, he grabs hold of your ass and lifts you on to his lap (while also managing to put a hand on your head, to prevent you from getting a concussion, cause whatever's going to happen he's not going to stop)

he's warm and hard, and it's not just his dick you're talking about (though that part of him was extra hot) and you can feel his breath on you, his lips inches away from yours, the hand that was protecting your head smoothly push you towards him, him meeting you half way

the kiss was humid and sloppy, but neither of you could separate from each other, you loved the way both your chest rubbed against each other, and your cunt now wet was also frictioning (a/n: i want this to be a word pls) on his member.

you feel one of his hand tangle in your locks, and the other to your pussy, rubbing (knocking) on the entrance once he reaches, and he proceeds to drown your moans through kissing, when you really couldn't hold it in, you bite down on his tongue, and he bites back then lets go.

"oneesan/jiejie, i see someones in a mood to play naught-ah"

he didn't get to finish talking, because your hand have found it's way on his cock, unzipping his pants clumsily in the dark, you press the ready and wet cunt against his, slicking him with your juices.

"oneesan/jiejie, wait-hng, thank god for skirts-oh god"

you laugh at the statement as you sit on him, sliding down slowly.

you love the feeling of his cock when it penetrates you, every time he enters, you're surprised by how warm a person could be, then it gets deeper and thicker and it fills you up so well, but you know, he's not fully in yet. His cock just keeps going until it stretches your cunt, both horizontally and vertically, it greets your cervix with a deep kiss and you know he will each and every time he thrusts.

it hurts every time, but its a pain you can't live without (like spicy food [a/n: I cant even eat spicy]) you're enjoying the way he's stretching and throbbing and you can feel him inside you so clearly, the way every vein throbs makes your knees weak, but you know he's waiting

his lips start kissing it's way to your breasts, expertly reaching your perk nipples, obviously waiting for attention, and you feel them enveloped in warm wet heat, and his tongue flicking aggressively, starving for your reaction, he bites gently

your back arches, pressing your chest closer to him, and his dick pushing further in, you struggle to move up and down, your arms embracing his head offering some sort of leverage, making it somewhat easier to push yourself up

you're going slow, enjoying the way everything feels more ... detailed, trying to mold his dick into your pussy, but he can't take it anymore. as much as he loves it when you take charge, he wants more

he wants to hear the schlicking sound your cunt makes when he thrusts in you over and over again, he wants to inhale your screams as you lose control of your moans, and he wants to watch in disappointment as his cum leaks out of you everytime he tries to fuck more into you

he grabs you by the ass and rams in you, making sure to hit every spot he knows that sends you into a frenzy along the way, he moves rapidly but not losing strength in each plunge, his cock greeting the cervix with a deep kiss every time he enters

"oneesan/jiejie you should know better than to tease me like that"

you bite his shoulder in response, unable to speak anything more than gibberish at this moment, "look at how well you're taking me, does being in the car turn you on?" he eggs on, knowing fully well that just being with him is a turn on, the man eludes pheromones and he's just fucking sinful, the embodiment of lust

you're sure if anyone were to walk on the street at this moment, they'd not only see the vigorous shaking of the car, but the moans you were trying so hard to hide are leaking, all nonsense cause he's already fucked you dumb, and all you want right now is to feel his thick cum in you

"f-fuck, in-inside me please"

your voice shakes from the intense rocking and you hear him chuckle in response as he slows down, you mewl in disappointment, you were so close! he smirks and asks "jiejie/oneesan, what do you want inside?""you know what..." he thrusts, unsatisfied with your response "hmm I won't know unless you tell me clearly tho, o-ne-e-san/jie-jie" fuck his bratty side taking over, you hate it but it fucking turns you on

you try to glare at him, but he thrusts in again, teasing you, he knows fully well what you want, but he won't give it to you until you beg for it

"your cum inside me" "inside where, jiejie/oneesan?" he's really starting to annoy you now, and you try to take control, attempting to grind your ass, and invoking the climax you so desperately want yourself, but he knows you well, and grabs hold of your ass, and lifts it slowly, as a threat, that he'll pull out and leave both you and him unsatisfied (it totally works on you)

"i want your big dick to cum inside my pussy" he raises his eyebrows, not hearing the magic word. "Please" you begged, and he smirked, satisfied by the hold he has on you. and he re-sheaths himself in you, groaning happily by your wet warmth, this is where he belongs, his dick in your cunt, his dick was made to rearrange your guts

he lifts you up and puts you on the steering wheel, giving him a better access to your sloppy pussy and the view of your jiggling breast was a sight to behold. he holds on to your waist as he plunges you deep, digging at your cervix, his end goal, he wants to fuck a baby in you and that's where his cum needs to be. he begins to ram inside you with extreme pace and strength (man this man is really sucking out your energy to fuck you) and you can feel his cock throb and you know he's close, and so are you

you reach your end first, your walls clamping hard on to him, he lets out a growl, you're making this harder for him to push deeper in you, but with a few more presses he reaches his climax too, shooting thick ropes of hot cum in you, painting his destination white

you breath heavily as he tries to fuck the overcrowded cum back into you, but really pushing more out with his movement, he curses, then smiles at you, promising to fill you up with more when you get home

you weren't sure what happens after, as you blacked out from exhaustion and heat, the car was humid, windows fogged up from body heat, and it smelt of sex, the last thing on your mind was thanking the tech now for putting car horns on another spot, else the car would be beeping nonstop. the next time you woke, you were in bed, and Marius was doing as he promised, fucking more cum into your pussy

"oh onee-san/jiejie, you're awake, you're just in time for round 5"

why am i writing this at 12am (also i wrote so much more compared to last time) so god help if my dialogue is cringe also i gave up on trying to spell check (do u think grammarly will make me delete my vile stuff (delete me pls)

i've been staring at the perfume yes im too broke for it but corriander??? (he does look like the type to eat corriander)

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT NEXT?

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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[twistedmusings]

Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

-----

“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

-----

Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

[watercolorfreckles]

I love your writing! If you're taking requests, how about a story about a female villain and a shy male (or nonbinary/gender neutral) citizen hiding her from the authorities?

Writing Snippet - "This One's Alright"

The first thing villain became aware of was the white-hot pain splintering her head. The last she remembered, she'd been evading the authorities after a particularly nasty fight, weaving through damp alleys and scaling fire escapes. She remembered the icy chill of the metal railings under her fists--just one more level to go and she'd be safe...

She hadn't made it.

Opening her eyes, Villain shot up into a sitting decision. She yelped as the movement tugged at marred flesh and bruised ribs. Looking down, she pulled the blankets covering her away to examine the bandage around her torso.

Images of being shot, of falling 6 stories to crash against the stone pavement, flashed in her memory. The last thing she was aware of was the ooze of blood sinking warm and sticky down her hairline before shadows ate away at her vision.

And now she was here.

Villain looked around the unfamiliar space. It was a cushy, domestic sort of room. The blinds were closed all of the way, snuffing the room into a hazy dim light from the single bedside lamp. The bed she lay on was soft enough that she could be easily coaxed to sink into it, to let her eyes drift closed and slip away....

The door opened and a young man stepped over the threshold. A first aid kit was tucked beneath his arm, a glass of water in his free hand. Civilian's hair was a mop of tousled, red waves. Freckles spattered his cheeks and nose.

Villain's shoulders tensed, her attention sharpening to a knife's point.

When he looked up and presumably noticed that she was awake, he nearly jumped out of his skin. The glass of water and first aid kit both spilled from his grip. He fumbled with them in the air, managing to catch the small box of medical supplies.

Villain's gaze flicked, unimpressed, to the cup that bounced against the carpet in an undramatic fashion. She looked at the civilian's face again without moving her head, raising an eyebrow.

Civilian swallowed. "You-You're awake." Though it shook, the natural lilt of his voice was melodic and sweet. He looked around, floundering, before picking up the glass. "I'll just-ah...refill this for you."

He turned for the door.

"Where am I?" Villain demanded. Without even raising her voice, her tone carried enough chill to stop the poor little Civilian in his tracks. He turned back toward her again, looking like he wasn't sure what to do with his hands.

"My, um.... My house."

Villain's head tilted to the side, observing the skittish creature in front of her. "Brave of you. Letting someone like me find out where you live."

He pursed his lips and she could practically see his thoughts swimming. He gingerly set the first aid kit on the nightstand as if he'd forgotten that he was holding it, straightening again.

"Are you in any pain?" he asked. "I can bring you some pain reliever."

Villain could almost feel her bones creaking in response. A bitter ache had spread through her lead-heavy limbs. Her head pounded.

She didn't answer. "Who are you?"

The civilian set the empty glass down next, shifting on his feet. "I just wanted to help. I'm not going to hurt--" He swallowed sheer at the absurdity of his words. As if he could hurt someone like her. "I just mean that I don't, I don't intend you harm."

Villain studied him with narrowed eyes, sitting up all away. She bit back a wince at what the action did to her ribs. "You want to help me."

Civilian nodded, his cheeks tinging pink.

"Why would you want to do a thing like that?"

When he replied, the words came out so soft, so sincere, that it ached to hear. "Because you needed it."

Shouting and scathing words, that she could understand. But gentle whispers... Bandaged wounds and a plush mattress at her back... This was more than she could wrap her head around.

There had to be a catch.

She watched as Civilian picked up the glass again, slipping out of the room. She heard the tap running and a few seconds later, he toed back into the room, setting the full glass and two pain pills next to her.

Villain looked him up and down before popping the pills into her mouth and washing them down with a gulp of water.

"How far are we from where you found me?"

"About a mile."

Villain's brows shot up. "You mean to tell me that you carried me a mile to your home? And you didn't get caught? You look like a gust of wind could knock you down."

"Hey," he protested, a slight pout in his voice. It made the corners of Villain's mouth twitch into something close to a smile. "I'll have you know, this is all lean muscle. And...I'm good at escaping people's notice."

Villain scanned the room again, picking a framed photo of the civilian and a girl close to his age off of the bookshelf on the other side of the bed. The two were posed making peace signs at the camera. "Girlfriend or sister?" she asked.

Civilian noticeably bristled. Though she hadn't made a threat yet, it seemed he was aware of the thin ice he beneath him.

"Ah... Sister."

Villain tapped the picture. "She's pretty. I'm sure you know...I never forget a face."

He nodded slowly. "Have I done something to--"

"I think you're lying," Villain snapped.

His jaw clicked shut, wide-eyed as he shook his head. "I'm not."

Guilt flickered in her chest at the earnesty of his expression, but she squashed it down.

"If you intend to turn me in; collect some shiny bounty for my head, you'd better remember who it is you're dealing with." She spoke through clenched teeth.

Civilian sat in the chair beside the bed. "I'm not going to turn you in, Villain."

She gusted out a laugh at that. "Are you saying you support what I do?"

"Not exactly."

"You admit to siding with the heroes and authorities, then."

"No," he said again in a rush. "I don't actively support either of you. I just-I just don't want to see anyone get hurt. You can be terrifying and ruthless, but they've done worse in the name of so-called 'justice.' At least what you do...is honest. They hide behind a twisted definition of what's right."

Some of his anxiety slipped away from him as he spoke, replaced by passion and drive.

Villain stared at him.

Catching her gaze, Civilian cleared his throat, softly. His cheeks flushed red again as he wet his lips. "I promise, Villain. As long as you're here, as long as you're hurt, I won't do anything to put you at risk," he said softly.

This man was a curious one indeed...

A taut silence stretched the air as neither spoke. It soon dissolved into something more comfortable. Something that felt surprisingly safe and secure.

Eventually, Civilian stood up. "Call out if you need anything. I'll take the couch."

Villain watched him leave the room, starting to close the door. She inhaled to speak and Civilian paused to look back at her.

Too many things swirled in her mind. Her thoughts branched apart like blood diffusing in water.

"I.....Thank you."

Civilian offered a warm smile in response, softly clicking the door shut behind him.

Maybe this civilian was alright after all.

Part 2

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[angry-geese]

Was wondering if you could write a shoko piece cuz you write her so well ಥ‿ಥ 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course!! I'm not entirely sure if this was meant to be a request but I felt like writing for her so I'm counting it as one kdhdjfj

Bitterness - Ieri Shoko x Reader

Warnings: sfw! death mention, mention of blood and injury. A little angstier than I intended lol, but it has a (somewhat) happy ending. Reader's gender isn't specified

A/n: this is a little shorter than what I typically write but I had many thoughts that I just had to get out jdhfjfjfk this was not proofread so apologies for any errors

Word count: 887

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You dig. You dig until your nails crack, and your fingers bleed. You dig until you can blame the tears on your bleeding hands. Wet earth cakes itself under your broken nails. It's raining again. The news this morning called for another storm. Such weather is unusual for this time of year.

You've never considered yourself a vengeful person. Grief and anger had not corroded your mind the same way you had seen it do to many others. You had spent much of your adult life carefully balancing your social life as a human, and your work as a sorcerer. One wrong move could send you careening over the side, past the point of no return.

But right now, that thin wire you’ve so carefully been balancing on has snapped.

A small village in Japan’s countryside was experiencing a run of bad luck. Elderly were falling sick. The village’s doctor had a mental break, and murdered his wife and children in cold blood. Children were claiming to see spirits in the bathrooms of the local schoolhouse.

With no one else to turn to, the remaining villagers called for the help of shamans.

The villagers blame their misfortune on a shaman’s daughter. A girl of about seven, who had been fed a cursed relic in hopes that she’d scare away their bad luck. A child who had seen horrors unimaginable to the average person.

And you had been ordered to kill her.

Then you find it. Rusty, and dented. Still sealed after all these years. Inside this tin, buried below the window of what used to be your dorm, is a package of cigarettes, and a lighter. You’re reminded of warmer days; ones spent with Nanami, and Shoko. Sneaking away from class to smoke when the time permitted.

Oh how different Nanami is now.

He found some reason for this to be worth doing. He found a reason to come back. You have yet to figure out that reason, but supposedly it's there. Maybe that's what keeps you here; the fear that if you leave, you will have no reason to come back.

The sudden halt of the rain draws your attention. What little moonlight was left, has been darkened. You glance up, only to be met with the sight of a figure looming over you.

She holds the umbrella over your head, something akin to a grin ghosting her face. The wet ground has soaked through your shoes, and the knees of your pants. You shiver.

“If you wanted a cigarette, you should have asked,” Shoko says.

The temperature difference between the outside air, and the inside of Jujutsu Tech is jarring. She leads you to the infirmary, which like many other places at this time of night, is dark.

“Cmon, you know the drill, sit on the table.” From a drawer, she produces a pair of latex gloves. They let out a loud snap! as she pulls them on. “Pants off.”

“Kinky.”

“Don't make this any weirder.” She says. “I don't want you getting hypothermia. I'm sure I have something your size—you left some clothes at my place the last time you stayed over.”

The metal of the table is cold as it greets your bare thighs.

From the counter behind her, she grabs a brown bottle, with a white cap. Shoko peels some gauze out of its plastic packaging, dousing them with a pink tinted liquid.

“This is going to sting,” she says, swiping the antiseptic across your hand. “Doesn't look bad enough to need bandages.”

She lets her reverse cursed technique take effect. It feels as if hot wax is being poured into your wounds. They mend themselves slowly. The fresh skin is slightly paler than your regular skin tone.

“Gojo was worried. After seeing you run off like that,” she says. “Thought you were going to pull a Geto on us.” Shoko laughs, but you can sense the anxiety that creeps up in her voice.

Discarding her gloves, and the blood-tinted gauze, she pulls her chair back up to the table. You sit with your hands folded in your lap. Leaving now wouldn't be an option. Not when Shoko stands between you and the door. And she has a look in her eyes—a look she only gets when she’s plotting something.

“I know you saw something out there.” She says. “Something you don't want to tell either me or Nanami about. And I don't want to press you about it, but I can't just watch you sit there and stew.”

Her hands are cold as they grab hold of yours. The black polish on her fingers is badly chipped. Her nails are short, much like she’s been biting them.

“Physical wounds I can heal,” she says. “The ones in your head? Not so easy,

“I wish it were that simple to help people.” She continues. “Would have saved you and I a lot of heartbreak, huh?”

She leans in close enough for you to pick up the scent of coffee and cigarettes that lingers on her. When she kisses you, the taste of her lipstick lingers on your lips. She’s the first to pull away. You lean back in, deepening the kiss.

With her thumb, she wipes away a bit of lipstick that has smeared onto your lips.

“Why don't we go home?”

[huenjin]

unhooking a bra for dummies.

pairing: han jisung x reader

word count: 6k words

genre: smut

tw: use of swear words and name calling out of sheer affection, detailed sexual content — hickeys, breast play, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, blowjob, deep throating, gagging, penetration, creampie.

note: this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous bts fic, the idiot's guide to unhook a bra.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, you are glad it is on your body and not his. Not with his strong history of trying to learn how to untie bras by wearing them and then snapping them only to ruin your pretty collection.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, it's on your request.

Not because you wanted Jisung to learn (not that it isn't a win-win situation) but mostly because you were so sex deprived from your boyfriend for two weeks now, thanks to his competitive arse. Thanks to his determination of wanting to learn how to remove a bra single handedly because some stupid magazine said it was cool.

Also because the movie was boring and your boyfriend seemed a lot more interesting than the movie's horrible direction.

You're on top of Jisung's lap, kissing down his neck, telling him to focus on how he's feeling and how he'd feel rather than being so competitive to remove the bra. Jisung pulls back and mumbles, "How does that work?"

"You've tried it enough for two weeks," you kiss him. "It's going to work."

"Is this a test?"

"Consider it," you sigh. "You're really killing the mood again, boy," you frown, before straightening up your spine and looking at him, "It's just a bra. Why are you so goddamn hung up over it?"

He confesses finally, "Because I saw some stupid article the day after I said everything. It told me that girls love it and that it'd make them happy."

Figures. You called out on this a week back.

You cup Jisung's face, a bit taken aback by his response, "But you make me happy either way."

"I—"

"Sungie," you press your forehead against his, smiling at how your boyfriend's eyes sparkle so brightly, "You're still going to be my star always. My sunshine."

You kiss Jisung, laughing against his lips when he coos at you. His hands are warm against that long brown sweater – way too long for you – you have always borrowed from him. He kisses you, his hands making way under his sweater, trailing slowly upwards as he draws out his kiss.

You know what he's trying to do and you choose to ignore, praying to all the gods out there that your boyfriend succeeds. He places his fingers on one side of the clasp and your thumb on the other. He moves towards your neck, peppering kisses against so as to distract you. He pinches both the sides together, sliding the right side against the left, freeing hooks from the eyelets. He pulls back from you, lips leaving your skin, at the same time your bra is undone.

"Bro," he stretches the syllable and you laugh, eyes wrinkling, commenting, "You sound like a white teenager."

"And you don't when you do?"

"Touché."

"But I did it," he screams, hugging you tight. The intensity at which he is joyous almost makes it seem like he won something great but that's Jisung for you. "I did it!"

"You did, baby! You did."

He kisses you again. Your boyfriend is so happy that he is smiling against your lips, breaking the kiss but he doesn't care and nor do you. He cradles your face in his hands, pulling back and laughs, "Hey, maybe we can sex tonight after all."

"Oh fuck, don't kill the mood. The last thing I want is Jeongin's catchphrase right before me getting hammered by my boyfriend after weeks."

"Like you haven't mentioned you don't want him around once?"

You flail your hands upwards in defense only to wrap it around Jisung and kiss him shut, mumbling against his lips, "Not today." Your lips tug onto his lower ones, latching onto it before pulling back and gazing at him. You could see how beautiful he was - his rosy lips that are parted and his nose that is good enough to bop. Han Jisung is a beauty carved from the finest and you are glad to call him yours.

"Fuck," he swears under his breath. You smile widely, eyes turning into crescents as he gazes at you, mumbling, "You're all mine, wow. I'm a lucky lucky man." You laugh, mumbling, "Yeah, you are." and lift your hand. Stretching your index finger, you poked his head, pushing it back, parietal bone hitting the bed's headboard.

Jisung gulps, his eyes turning a shade darker. You lean forward, catching Jisung midway for a kiss. You hold his face, guiding and directing the kiss, being forceful and trying to show the dominance you clearly lacked. Jisung always leads and you're hoping he takes back the reins soon.

And he does. Just as you prayed. His hands are on your hips, gripping it harder, his leg wrapping over yours in one swift motion and he has you pinned under him, hot air fanning over your face and you're giggling. Jisung frowns at you before kissing your pinna and mumbling, pouting, "You lost weight, babe. You need to eat more."

"I've been busy with this project," you respond and brush his hair.

"I'll take you out for a fancy dinner tonight after this."

"You think we could go?"

"Uh huh," he kisses your neck, sucking on the skin lightly sending tingles down your spine. "We could. I want to treat my favorite girl to some sexy food."

"I love you."

He kisses you in response not so gently, immediately coaxing your mouth open to allow his tongue inside. His hands forget all about being slow and teasing, the stress of not having you for two weeks straight sending him desperate, running all over your body, before pausing.

"This one goes off," he tugs at his sweater that you are wearing, pulling it off of you only to gasp at your covered breasts. "That bra looks beautiful on you, fuck."

He stares at the wine purple bra hardly covering your breasts now that the strap was off, ready to fall off any minute from now. Jisung gapes at how beautiful they make your breasts look before tugging it off, mumbling, "I like you better without anything though."

One of his warm hands covers your breast, fingers slowly digging into the skin. His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth for the first time that night and in weeks now. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin.

"I missed you doing this," you gasp for air, hand holding onto his hair for grip and to angle him slightly. Jisung hasn't bothered every time you push yourself onto him, aching and craving for more. If anything, it's always made the bulge more prominent. "You stupid boy focussed on a thing that weren't necessary like unhooking a bra when we could — ah, fuck, Jisung." He rolls his tongue over your nipple, your hand tightening around his scalp, tugging at his hair furiously. "Yes!"

He lets go of your nipple only to raise himself upwards and hover over your face. He bites your bottom lip, small kitten licks before sucking it into his mouth and you respond with a weak whimper before pulling away, breathing loud and clear and vivid enough for your chest to rise and fall.

His large hands trace along your spine, his palms trailing along your covered flesh, the figure that's carved into his head, a memory attested forever that he's glad for. Every single one of his touches sets your skin aflame with desire. Heat settles deep within the deepest cores of your abdomen, the heat slowly trailing downward stimulating your glands to release secretions that make your panties cling to your core. You moan when you feel his hardening shaft against the soft of your abdomen, involuntarily grinding against it. Your movements cause him to let out a grunt, limited and constrained, and he groans out your name.

He moves lower, tugging at the straps of your panties with his teeth, grazing the skin around it, sending goosebumps sprouting. You laugh post the rush, "You're good at this though. Like really good, Jisung."

"I know," he laughs against your skin. "Need to have you keeping me around. What if you decided a vibrator's better than me?"

You laugh loudly, hand falling on your chest, "Pretty sure a vibrator can't kiss me and love me like you do, baby."

Your mouth parts open when he kisses you, his lips brushing against the skin covering the bones and you let out a set of breathy moans, heat pooling deep within your pubic region as you find yourself growing wetter when Jisung kisses you around your acetabulum. He tugs your panties down partially with his teeth, fingers helping him out till he gets completely away from your skin.

He lifts himself up, throwing his shirt away. Dipping his head down, his attention is back on his favorite spot on your neck by your prominent jugular. Jisung kisses your neck, whispering sweet nothings into you. His hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs, goosebumps rising from your flesh and you gasp.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His fingers are dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs. "You’re so fucking wet,” Jisung mutters, only to laugh and comment, "Maybe I should have fucked you.”

"Should have," you whine. "But guess what? My boyfriend's fucking— Ah!"

He absent-mindedly plays with strings of your arousal, coating his palms and fingers. You gasp at the sudden contact. Twisting and turning his fingers, he gathers up the dangling strings of arousal, before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. His gaze is still fixated on yours.

"Fuck you."

"Sure. On it, babe."

Tauntingly, he continues teasing your cunt — the tip of his finger lightly pressing against the entrance, but never enough to fully enter you. Each small action has you moving forward in pleasure as you try to push against his hand in an attempt to sink his finger into you. Jisung chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. He licks the mark before kissing down your clavicle.

He runs his finger through your core, collecting more of your juices onto his digit, before teasingly entering you barely. You find yourself hissing and bucking, your entrance twitching around the tip of his finger responsively.

“Jisung,” you whine, pushing your core further into his hand. “Please,” you implore, beg. You're desperate enough and two weeks of no contact has left you unhinged. The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy clit causing you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. He pushes himself up and lowers down your body to meet your core. Your core involuntarily clenches, releasing another gush of wetness, pooling down the skin and staining his bedsheets messily.

"Your clothes—" you point, tugging at his pants. "Off, hoe," you sigh. "Now."

"Not yet," he rasps. "Need to give you that orgasm I owe you."

"Ah!" You sigh pleasantly. Jisung moans, shuddering under your fingertips. “My girl is all pretty and wet all for me," he mewls. His fingers trace small circles further into your slit, until his digits are teasing your entrance again. A low mewl falls from your lips, your hips writhing into his hand and you try to get him to push his fingers into you now.

“Jisung, shut with the teasing, you bitch,” you murmur, not even bothering to hide the want in your voice exhibiting now through annoyance, along with the greed for so much more. He laughs at your name calling, against your skin, nose brushing against your skin and with a kiss to your mound, his digits lightly push against the tightness of your entrance. He relishes and dwells himself in the way you tighten around just for him. You are just for him. A being he has been blessed with that's made for him just as he is for you. His eyes sparkle in mirth at your core clenching and unclenching involuntarily around him. You whine, “Fuck," trying to tighten around his digit as much as possible, almost as if you think your orgasm is going to rush in just by the sheer touch of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend pushes one and then another finger into you. Your wetness allows them to slide in with ease and he gasps at how the jagged inner walls of yours feel — a memory he wishes he could remember every time. Somehow he's glad he can't because every single moment with you feels like a first time for him. The rush and excitement is unmatched. Drawing raspy breaths from you, he slowly begins pumping them into you. With each movement, you feel your entrance open and close, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. He pumps them into you, relishing every moan and swear word that leaves your lips. It's perhaps the very fact that you haven't had sex with him for so long that makes you want him more than ever, your arousal evident and dripping around, coating his finger.

He breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply, pressing kisses against your skin, softly at first before it turns into intense ones, licking and sucking on them to make a visible mark against them, staining your mound with purple and dark red hues.

“I fucking love you, man,” His voice is low, dropping a couple of octaves, and the deep sound that turns deeper every single time he whispers, thrums against your skin, before kissing against the skin again. You are so close to breaking down from just his breath against you, gripping on his hair so hard that you are worried you're going to rip his hair out. “Yes, yes, yes,” leaves your lips and letting out an appreciative groan, Jisung slides his fingers deeper into you till his knuckles touch the sides of your core and you are gasping, taking in heavy breaths of air, eyes squeezing shut.

“You're literally swallowing me,” Jisung breathily whispers against your core, pressing a butterfly kiss against your clit. His words cause you to clench involuntarily, squeezing around him tightly and then his mouth is against your core, more specifically your clit, licking on it, before sucking, inappropriate sounds hitting off the walls, eliciting a choked moan from you.

You are about to say a word before Jisung curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the rush that it sends, a moan leaving your lips loudly as you scream out, “Sungie!”

You feel him rubbing against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you — a discovery he makes every time all over again — before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess.

"Wet and dripping. I’ll give you what you want, baby. You were so patient with me.” He rubs your walls, his attention undivided on your enlarged clit and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately.

He lifts himself up – his hand still rubbing against your spot – trailing kisses upwards till he latches onto your mouth, tugging at your lower lip. He delves into your mouth, tangling with your tongue. The sensations are heightened, your head unable to focus on either. Breaking from the kiss, you cry out against his lips, your breaths heavily intermingling together. Jisung uses his other hand to hold your jaw and angle your head in such a way that your foggy gaze is fixed on his sharp ones and your mouth opens slightly.

"Come for me, babe," he urges. His command, along with the way his fingers rub across your clit, has you crossing off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion for the first time that night and in weeks. You see the stars as you squint your eyes shut forcefully, breathing loud and shallow as you chant your boyfriend's name like a mantra. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is and Jisung slowly rubs you through your high.

Skin flushing with heat and covered in sweat, you feel electric sparks jolt across your flesh under your skin as bright ecstasy rumbles in your veins all over again as your boyfriend rubs your clit vigorously. In a split second without any heed or warning, his mouth is still on you. He flicks your clit with a snap of his finger and instantly, your muscles lock up, your nerves oversensitized. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you tug at Jisung's hair, face falling to the side as you bite into your lower lip.

Out of breath almost instantly, Jisung hovers over you, cupping your face with one hand of his and kissing you, wiping your tears away. You breathe in his air as he kisses you, your jaw slackens sadly once he leaves. You let out a loud whineful cry as a powerful orgasm powers through you again, his hand leaving yours for a minute as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your thighs quake violently as your back raises and arches upwards slightly. Your boyfriend's other arm wraps around your back as he kisses you through your heightened orgasm, helping you settle down. Your muscles tremble and ache and soon you find your hips halting their movement as you lose yourself into pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices, glistening in the light of the room and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

“That was so fucking hot,” he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are squeezed shut post that powerful orgasm, thick rivers of tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you’re alright and able to breath right.

"You're a bitch, dude," you barely let out. "But I love you."

Once you collect your breath, you move down his body, overcome with the need to please your boyfriend, to please this beautiful man who just made you come twice on his tongue, overstimulated you enough to make you squirt, embarrassing the hell out of your being. You hastily grip the hem of his sweats and begin to pull them down.

Jisung pushes himself backwards instinctively when you lift yourself up. You hold his shoulders, body still trembling from the after effects of your last orgasm and ask, "On your back, please."

"Baby, you don't— It's all you today."

"Yeah, and so let me."

Jisung lays on his back on your command and you kneel between his legs. He pulls himself upwards, one arm bending to support him and the other resting beneath his head to support his head up. He watches you position yourself between his thick thighs, practically drooling at the sight of his large cock. He finally lies there completely naked, a small smile dancing on his lips at the sight of you, skin glowing in the dim light of the room, soft music from the neighbours you are grateful for, muscles straining slightly despite his relaxed state, belly button piercing twinkling every now and then as the light hits the metal.

You take his cock into your mouth, working him in small portions. You remember how intimidated you had felt the first night you tried giving your boyfriend a head. Even though Jisung was kind enough to praise you through it, cradling and caressing you throughout, it was hard. With a girth as thick as his and mouth as small as yours, it was bound to be hard. With time, you learned of the ways to take his cock like an absolute professional, though it still managed to overwhelm you at certain times, if he really wanted to give it to you good. Not that you minded. You doubt you'd ever mind it when it's Han Jisung.

You bob your head, mouth coating his skin in your saliva, as your hand works what you can’t reach yet, encasing it in your grip. Above your head, Jisung is sighing, coral pouty lips parting and clenching his jaw as he watches his cock disappear inch by inch into your pretty, pink mouth, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped so warmly around him. He loves watching you take him slowly. Jisung loves it so much that he thinks if he could stamp one memory forever or take a picture to treasure, it is this. One of his hands slips down to grip at your hair, only holding it back loosely for now, not applying any pressure. He loves seeing you like this as much as he wouldn't agree to you directly but he thinks you know. You seem like you know. Yet again, there is nothing you don't know about him.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs out when you take more of him in and suck firmly on your way back up, licking at the head and sucking on it leisurely, tongue lapping at the sensitive pink skin of his length. He curses once again, huffing out a heavy breath, going delirious at the sight of you bobbing on his length. The rise of his chest begins to increase its pace and his body begins to build up a sweat all over again.

He groans loudly when you go down once again, taking in the most that you’ve had so far. Your eyes are closed, hair out of your way and your tongue is at against his length. His arm supports his body and he sits up. You feel the movement and you quickly open your eyes, pulling away and moving upwards hastily. You attempt to pull him out of your mouth to see if you did anything wrong. However, he places his hand firmly to the back of your head — you feel the large hand cover most of your head, hand gripping on a ponytail he has made and fixates your head exactly where it is.

“Keep going, please,” he breathes out and your pussy practically melts at that, as you look up at Jisung, his eyelids half closing in pleasure, his grip on your hair getting tighter. He glistens in the dim light, body shining from the sweat and you press your tongue flat against his tongue suddenly and he jerks.

“Fuck your mouth is, shit—“ he pauses to groan, pushing your mouth further down and you try to fight your gag reflex as much as possible. “This is what heaven feels like, baby. This is heaven on Earth.”

He takes control of your movements now. Being the soft dominant human being he is, he clutches your hair tightly to guide your mouth on his cock as he pleases. He eventually begins to buck his hips up to fuck your mouth, the explicit stickling sound of your saliva coating his cock every time he moves, resonating and bouncing off the walls. You're gagging heavily, trying to breathe properly through your nose. Saliva is dripping down your chin because of his length which is so big that you know you'd never be able to take him without activating your gag reflex. Your eyes roll over before your eyelids shut and Jisung's controlling your movements completely now.

“Love this pretty mouth of yours, baby,” he groans, pushing your head as far down as you could go. You choke a bit, letting out a stunned noise, one out of breath but you grip his thighs in an attempt to calm yourself and relax, despite the tears stinging your eyes at your gag reflex kicking in. Jisung slows down his movements, letting go of your hair but you refuse to move. You grab his hand before he could let go of you and you place it back over your head. He smiles and guides you again.

Your arousal drips down your core again and down your thighs, and you can’t help but push yourself forward. Your rear is pushing back against nothing but sheer want and lust for the man before you and his eyes catch onto the sight of your supple soft skin up in the air while your mouth is still locked on his cock. The entire position makes him lust over this woman before him that he proudly calls his.

“You’re so pretty,” he pants, eyes fluttering for a second when you suck on him harder, tongue licking a stripe along the underside of his dick all the way to its head, taking it home. Your hand grips on his balls, carressing it lightly under your fingertips when you feel it tightening. You know he's close and so you suck at the tip of his head furiously, letting out grunts from Jisung's lips, leaving them so deliriously that it has you moving quicker, jumping your groin into nothing. He finally pulls you off his cock, still gripping your hair firmly.

You cough for a while, stained aftermath of saliva on the corner of your lips. Your eyes are teary, some spilling from the corners and your lips are swollen. Jisung somehow, weirdly likes it. He loves seeing you fucked out for him over his cock. He loves seeing your slight makeup haphazard and your entire being disoriented for him. He thinks he's a fucking masochist because he wants to make you cry on his cock — cry for his cock.

"Why?" Your voice is parched as you manage to ask. "You were close."

He pulls you close, tugging at your arm and you fall on top of his chest. He kisses your nose and smiles, wiping the tears away from the corner of your eyes before whispering, "Need to come inside of you, baby."

And he flips you over in the flash of a second and you are under him for the second time that night, ready for a million times for the rest of your life. You kiss him, your shaking hands cupping his face, rubbing small circles into the side with your thumb.

Jisung holds one of your legs by its underside and lifts it above, placing it on your shoulder. You prop your body slightly upwards, ache residing by the joints and Jisung kisses the skin at your acetabulum. He brushes his cock against your cunt and a harsh swear leaves his pretty lips. The tip brushes your clit, tingles running down your spine. Your nails dig into his hand by your side, holding onto the bedsheet and you gasp.

He slides in slowly, letting you get used to his girth and familiarise yourself with it. He pushes it in agonisingly slow and it adds further to the sensuality. The stretch causes you to curl your toes in ecstasy. With your leg over his shoulder, heels digging into the skin by his scapula, the way he is holding you allows him to move deeper, sliding in until you can feel him by your deepest parts and his thighs are pressed against your purple bruised ones. He bends forward and you watch your boyfriend.

Fuck, you love him. So much.

His face is soft and yet so affectionate, his features molded from the divine being, flawless and perfect. Jisung is panting in your ears, the grunt soft and echoing in your eardrums, amplifying on their way to your cochlea and you surround yourself in him. His muscles are tense and the words come out in a low, deep tone, "Fuck, you're swallowing me as a whole. Baby, you are so pretty."

He kisses your lips, ceasing his movements for a while in your wet warmth, whispering against them, "I'm so lucky, so lucky, so lucky—"

He pushes once more to go deeper if it's possible and you moan loudly. He watches your eyes squeeze shut and he can't believe that you're all for him, made for him just as he was for you. You squeeze around him unknowingly and he swears under his breath, his grip on your hip tightening. He knows he could come with you just wrapped around him perfectly, with all your warmth encasing him like he's lucky. He grits his teeth and pulls out. When he slams into you again, his pubic bone hitting your nether region, balls slapping against your arse, you scream. He's close already from you giving a phenomenal head and now when you're squeezing him like your life depended on it, he knows he's going to lose his sanity to you.

Jisung picks up a pace. It is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours. Your hips move along to match his pace and when your moans get excessive, he locks his lips with yours, owning every one of them and making them his. You scream louder into his mouth, muffled screams slipping out. You can feel him twitching against your wall and the whine that leaves you is muffled by his mouth again.

"I want to see you come again, baby," he mumbles, pushing into you, jerking you up. "I want to see you come undone because of me. All around me."

He lets go of your leg, feeling your leg move unsteadily because of the ache that rests in your joints, and moves his hand over your clit. He taps on your clit at a steady pace and you fill your mind slowly coming undone, like a pearl necklace ready to snap. His mouth is against your ear, licking a stripe at the cartilage before whispering into it, "Look at you. So fucking pretty. You're a—" He thrusts into you, hitting a spot that has you shuddering down on him fighting an urge to come undone so quickly, both you and him that Jisung has to catch his breath for a second there. "—my goddess. You're perfect for me. Need to see you come undone under my touch. Need to see you break into a vulnerable mess because of my touch. Need you to wrap around me perfectly."

Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and it's all too much. Your senses are heightened and you feel his warmth around you perfectly and in you completely. Your hand finds its way back to Jisung's hair, tugging at the ones by his nape, digging into the skin by his neck before travelling to messily hold at his scapula, arm falling over his shoulders.

"Please, fuck— please, Sungie," you cry. "Want you, need you, need you, need yo—"

Your boyfriend grunts, his grip firmer than a second before, his stomach quivering and his hips striking, picking up momentum until he's pounding you against the warmth of your bed, the bed making sounds of creeking occasionally as it pushes backwards and falls back forward. You wrap your legs around his waist, hips moving upwards wildly because you know you're close and you know Jisung is too.

He kisses you, passionate and fiery. Your brain feels fuzzy, your consciousness diminishing. Your fucked out expression is the one look that he knows he'd want to get it sketched. Your eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, face glistening in sweat, lips swollen and red and parted, with moans leaving them so softly that he knows he's ruined for. You are whining, moans leaving your lips one after another in no particular order of vocal range — occasionally screaming so loud that you know the nice lady across the hall is going to give you a earful tomorrow morning — when his cock slams into the same spot that has you losing your mind and it snaps.

"Fuck, Jisung!" You come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you're weeping, desperately, mercilessly. The tears in your eyes fall at that, the combination of sensations you’re experiencing right now too much to handle and Jisung quickly catches onto it with an almost sinister chuckle. Your heart swells and you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain, filling you with nothing but love for Jisung.

Jisung continues thrusting into you, chasing after his own orgasm. He still whispers into your ear that makes you bloom in confidence, "There, baby. You're doing so well. That's my girl." You know that he is close and so you hold him tight, squeezing around his girth and your boyfriend moans. You kiss his neck, leaving marks on his skin as you bend forwards. His hips stutter widely and a deep groan fills your ears. You can faintly feel it as he comes undone in the sheath you are. It's pulsating, warm and hot and he holds himself in you, thrusting slowly and languidly to come down from his high, moaning into you.

His lips constantly peck yours, over and over again, lazily giving you gentle kisses as you feel his come leak out of you, once he pulls out of you, humming a soft tune against you, his voice surrounding you. He moves to lie beside you, pulling you to lie on your side in front of him, continuing to kiss you lazily as he begins to sneak his tongue into your mouth, leg draping over yours, arm wrapping around your middle to pull you closer to him and press your body completely to his, gently stroking your sweaty hair back.

The whole situation is a mess but there is something so domestic and warm about this, about Jisung just holding you in moments after sex.

You do the same, snuggling closer to him, enjoying the soft treatment and the gentle feel of his lips, your hands tracing his shoulders and biceps before going to his chest and sneakily tracing down to his belly button, poking the metal piercing. You pull away for a second with a tired giggle.

“You know,” you murmur, voice hoarse for all kinds of reasons clearly. “You’re really hot and all but this," you kiss his nose, "This is why I keep you around."

“What a bitch," he laughs. "A bitch I love a bit too much."

"Aw," you coo. "I love you too, babe."

"What's this, Jisung?"

You point at the beautiful packaged box, also tied with yet another beautiful red ribbon. It is surrounded by fresh rose petals in the side. Having known Jisung for years now, you are not completely wrong when you suspect something fishy. It's not even Valentine's.

"I swear to God, Sungie, if this is some weird shit—"

He raises his hands in defense, leaning against the doorpost, waiting for you to open the gift. He has a smug expression on his face, so ready to tease the crap out of you.

You pull the ribbon out and open the lid of the box, only to find a thong in it. A bright red colored one. You pick it up, holding the string between your thumb and your forefinger only to find the vibrator attached to it and the words, 'It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself,' on the fabric.

"You bastard."

And you chase after him, your hand stretched forward after throwing the thong back onto the bed. Jisung's already sprinting away from the bedroom and into the hall, jumping on the sofas to get away from you. You're laughing, finding the whole situation extremely ridiculous just as much as the present is; chasing after your boyfriend like you were five. And when you scream at your boyfriend as to why, all he has to say is —

"It's your fault. You were the one whining about not spicing up our sex life, babe."

"That was you!"