#messy pully

[mothergo0se]

@forte-x is the sweet little who inspired this story… I hope you manage to keep your pants clean for the rest of the day — though we both know that’s a very big ask for someone like you.

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I hear it first — soft, airy, and unmistakable.

Pffft.

Then another, barely a few seconds later. A little stuttered push of air. I glance up from the kitchen, eyes moving toward the table where he’s been quietly coloring for the last twenty minutes. He shifts in his seat and lets out a little sigh, wiggling his hips.

Trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

I smile, arms folding across my chest as I lean against the doorway and just… watch.

My sweet boy is trying so hard today. He asked for undies this morning — with a pull-up underneath, of course — and promised he didn’t need any help remembering to go potty.

But his little body? It’s telling a different story.

He fidgets. Crosses his legs. One hand still colors, but the other sneaks down to give his tummy a subtle press.

Then I hear his tiny voice — almost too quiet to catch.

"It’s just a toot… just a toot… not yet."

Oh, baby.

He thinks I can’t hear. He thinks he’s fooling me.

A few more minutes pass. He shifts again, a little more urgently now, cheeks puffing as he holds his breath. I can see it. The squirming. The quiet panic.

And then… the crayon drops.

It rolls under the table, and he doesn’t even think. He gets down to squat and grab it — and that’s when it happens.

His whole body tenses. His back arches. His eyes go wide.

"Oh no… I was holding it… no no no—"

I see the way his hand darts behind him instinctively. A small gasp escapes him, and then—he bolts.

Tiny feet skitter down the hall toward the bathroom.

I follow slowly. Calmly. No need to rush. I already know.

From halfway down the hall, I hear him muttering to himself again, voice shaking.

"Okay okay, just finish… quick… maybe she didn’t hear it… just go now, I can fix it…"

When I reach the bathroom, the door is cracked open — and I peek inside.

And there he is.

Not on the potty.

Not even trying to sit.

He’s squatting in the far corner of the bathroom, Spiderman undies already halfway down his thighs, face red, bottom pushed out. His hands are braced against the wall, knees bent, and he's clearly still going. I hear a soft grunt and the quiet sound of mess meeting the seat of his pull-up.

I step inside and close the door behind me with a soft click.

He freezes.

His whole body tenses like a caught kitten. He doesn’t turn around. He just stares at the floor, shoulders quivering.

“Sweetheart,” I say gently, walking over. “What exactly are you doing over here, hmm?”

He lets out a shaky breath. His voice is barely a whisper.

“I didn’t make it…”

I crouch beside him, laying a hand softly on his back.

“No,” I say quietly. “You didn’t. But you knew you weren’t going to, didn’t you, baby?”

He nods once. Still doesn’t look at me.

“I tried to hold it… I really did…”

“I know,” I whisper, giving his back a slow rub. “But when you start to feel that bubbly tummy and those little toots, that’s your body telling you it’s time. You could’ve told Mommy. You still can, every time.”

He finally turns just enough to peek at me, eyes glistening.

“I didn’t want you to know…”

“Oh, honey,” I murmur, gently helping him walk over to the changing table so I can start cleaning him up, “Mommy always knows.”

He sniffles and closes his eyes as I peel away the heavily used pull-up and wipe him down slowly.

“But you don’t have to hide from me. Not ever. Accidents don’t make you a bad boy.”

As I get him into a fresh diaper and soft shorts, I catch his little voice again — barely a whisper against my neck as he wraps his arms around me.

“I didn’t wanna be a baby…”

I pull him in tighter, kiss the top of his head, and smile.

[hyperionshipping]

If anyone is interested 8)! Here's his Google doc

[paci-papa]

You scream into your paci gag in frustration and rage.

How could this be happening? It's so unfair! How did she always steal everything you love away from you?

Mr. Bear was supposed to be *your* boyfriend! Papa had bought him special for you! And now?

Now you were stuck in your crib, watching as that slut, your former best friend and supposed "sister," rode him over and over again, making cummies in her soggy pullies, while all you could do was uselessly rub your messy diaper against the firm padding of your crib's mattress!

When Papa finally walks in, you look at him pleadingly with tears in your eyes. He stops briefly to give your sister a passionate kiss as she cums yet again while riding Mr. Bear before he approaches you.

He wipes a tear of frustration from your cheek.

"Oh, baby, this really is for the best, you were too little for a boyfriend anyway," he says soothingly, "even a plush one."

His grips the side of your face and forces you to watch your sister's 'performance' as he says his next words.

"But, don't worry, little one! Papa will make sure your sissy only gets playtime with her new boyfriend when you can watch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You could only whimper into your paci in response, the increased intensity in the thrusting of your hips against your messy padding letting Papa know just how much you would like that, despite the tears running down your face.

[dumbhungsubboy]

Love to close my eyes and imagine the sight of pulli ng my face away from mommy’s pussy, all the spit and her wetness sticking between my face and her body before I take a breath and go down on her again, i just live the thought of being a messy eater

[kayleeheartkins]

Hi Kaylee. I don’t know if you’ll answer this but what is the worst diaper accident you’ve ever had? Also, from this experience what advice can you give others?

Umm.. 🤔 it’s pretty explicit and graphic lol

I was filming a messy video in a public restroom stall. It was empty when I went in, so I felt comfortable going because I had wipes and a freshie. While in the process of going a gaggle of older ladies come in and I’m mid going at this point. Then I’m trying to hurry and change and I’m holding my dirty pullie in my hand and someone is yanking on my stall door 🚪. 😶 it gets all over my sleeves, hands, and clothes.. lol I’m PANICKING. I wait for everyone to leave and continue stinky bagging it (bio bags specific to removing odor 100%) and push it wayyyy down in the trash container so no one will notice!

Anyway I rush out and hand wash my sleeves with soap and get everything back in ship shape 🚢

Email me if you want the video 🙃 I can’t sell it on JFF. And 30+ other messing content.

Babykayleeheart@gmail.com

My advice is hold if you can 😂 I contemplated today but the urge went away.

[blipblooopp]

mad at who? mad at you?

Summary: yunho doesn't like coming home to an empty apartment and recently, you've come home just a few hours too late for his liking. Pairing: Yunho x AFAB!Reader Words: 2k Warnings: size kink,oral (f/m receiving), vaginal sex, no protection (please... use protection), lots of dirty talk, pussy whipped yunho, ripping tights, creampie, fear of cheating? kinda proofread but not really. Genre: smut

"pretty late to be back from work, isn't it?" yunho says flatly as soon as your front door closes. your excruciating work day had taken a toll so you didn't pick up on yunho's tone.

aloofly, you take off your shoes with a satisfied groan and sigh. "it was so long." you replied earnestly. you had been gunning for a promotion for the last month and you were finally in the last stretch.

"i bet it was." yunho snapped back. he was sitting on the couch with a book in his hand and from the moment you opened the door, his eyes never left a page.

to you, yunho had never looked hotter. he was sitting so relaxed and... pretty. his hair was messy and his glasses sat low on his face. you guys hadn't had sex in days and for the two of you, that never happens.

feeling pent up, you begin to undress in the doorway, slowly unzipping the back of your pencil skirt and letting it drop to the ground. a little strip show wouldn't hurt to set the mood.

"baby..." you called out in a flirtatious drawl.

yunho tried not to gulp. he had to stay strong. of course, he was getting turned on, his mouth was watering at the thought of tasting you. stay focused... he thought. i am mad at her because.... i am mad at her because...

you undo all of the buttons on your top and throw it at him, feeling determined to get him to look at you. "come on, baby..."

your perfume filled the air as you walked towards him, causing his head to go wild. you smelled so good. the moment his eyes landed on your body, he knew he made a mistake. his cock twitched in his sweatpants when he saw the black lace draping over you.

feeling overwhelmed, yunho shot up from the chair and straightened his back, towering over you. he looked so big and tall, your thighs rubbed together desperately.

"is something wrong?" you ask, innocently. you could feel he was getting annoyed but you thought it was because you were being a tease.

finally, yunho breaks. "i've just missed you." he breathes out. "you come home so late and I feel so lonely."

you don't know whether you want to jump his bones or cuddle him all night. yunho had such a rare duality.

"aww, baby." you say, caressing his face. "i missed you too... i've just been so busy trying to get promoted that i've been forgetting to make time for us."

yunho naturally leans into your touch and soon, all of the annoyance flows out. "i was beginning to think the worst..." he admits.

the tension grows as your thumb absentminded traces his lips, your eyes following. you shake your head, "never..."

"never?" he asks, his big hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer.

"never." you say again, putting your lips to his. the second your lips touch, fire erupts within you. everything happens so fast, yunho kisses you roughly, his hands moving to your ass and squeezing.

you jump up and he catches you in his arms, holding you securely, and walking the two of you to your shared bedroom. he drops you onto the bed and takes off his shirt. you stare up at him, lips parted slightly, and run your hand down his stomach to his waistband.

"get on your knees, pretty girl." he commands, tucking some hair behind your ear.

yunho watches carefully as you sit pretty before him and untie his sweatpants, pulliing them down with his boxers. his hard cock made your mouth water. you gulp and look back up at him.

he smiles cockily and takes it in his hand. he hold your mouth open with his other hand and taps his dick onto your tongue. "you want this dick in your throat, baby?"

you stick out your tongue and open wide. you nod and give your best puppy eyes. "please. i wanna choke on it."

"fuck," he shudders and slides his dick up and down on your tongue. "so fucking dirty..."

you grab onto yunho's thighs. "please, fuck my face" you beg.

after another shuddering groan, yunho holds your hair in one hand and pushes your head slowly onto his cock. he moans loud and slow as you go lower and lower. with a strong grip, he bobs your head and makes you take more of him with every push.

"holy shit!" he cries, his thighs tightening under your hands. the tears prick your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat. "your mouth feels like velvet, baby... so good... too fucking good."

the praises and moans go straight to your pussy. it tightens around nothing when you feel yunho's movements get messier. before yunho can cum, he pulls you back harshly and staggers back.

you cough at the sensation and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. when yunho collects himself, his cock twitches again at the sight of you.

you looked so messy. there was spit running down your chin and chest and your sheer black stockings hugged you just right. yunho felt something primal go off as he picked you up and put you back on the bed, your back against the mattress.

he sat at the end of the bed and spread your thighs apart slowly. he placed a soft kiss on both of your inner thighs and his eyes nearly rolled back when he touched your soaking underwear and stockings.

"you really missed me, huh?" he teased, running his finger over your slit. "i can practically smell your slutty pussy from here."

you moan as you reach down and grab his hand. "ah, ah." he chided. "don't be a bad girl."

"yun, please don't tease me. i'm sorry!" you were so horny. you felt like you could cry.

"you're sorry?" he echoed, his fingers moving a little faster. "you promise?"

"yes, please... i need you."

"need me to do what?" he asked coyly. his other hand reached up to cup your breast, his head dipping to kiss your stomach.

"fuck! i need your fingers... your mouth... please? i wanna cum!" you beg. without warning, yunho gripped the fabric of your stocking and pulled harshly, ripping it open.

you gasp. "yun!" you try to scold.

"shh..." he hushed, pulling your thong to the side. "you're wearing such sexy underwear... who for?"

"f-for you." you stutter. "i've been missing your for so long..." you trail as you feel yunho's lips get closer and closer to your core.

"what do you mean?" he mumbles, teasing your hole with the tip of his finger.

"i-i- yun!" you gasp.

"no, baby, i want you to explain yourself."

"i just... wanted to surprise you with cute lingerie when i got home..." you try to concentrate. yunho nods approvingly and pushes his finger into your tight pussy. "yun!"

once your pussy tightens on his finger, yunho adds another and puts his mouth on your clit, sucking lightly. your hand flies into his hair, gripping at the pleasure.

your back arches and yunho speeds up and sucks a little harder. "oh fuck, please make me cum!"

not letting up, yunho curves his fingers ever so slightly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you. you push yunho further, wanting to chase that overwhelming feeling building up inside.

"cumming! i'm cumming!" you cry, riding your hips on yunho's thick tongue. one of his hands holding your breast. after letting you relax from your high, yunho puts one of your legs on his shoulder and pushes his cock into you.

the angle lets him reach deep inside you and your eyes roll back instantly. he tries to go slow but he loses the battle. once your clit hits his base, he's pumping fast.

"you like that? i'm using your fucking pussy like a toy." he growls, putting the base of his palm at the bottom of your stomach. you moan even louder, your nails digging into his arms. "you feel that? that's my dick inside your tight cunt."

"i'm gonna cum again," you say, holding onto the sheets. yunho slows down his thrusts as you come down. he leans down and kisses you, his tongue playing with yours.

he takes a deep breath and pulls away, holding you by your ankles and holding your legs open. he hits your g-spot harshly, pulling his hips all the way back just to slam back in. your boobs bounce with every thrust.

yunho's jaw ticks. "you'd never cheat on me, right?" he asks, feigning an innocent tone.

"what?" you ask back, getting distracted by his thrusts.

"you would never even dream of being with another man... right?" at the end of his sentence, his hips meet yours and he pushes even further. he lets go of your legs and drops to rest his forehead on yours.

there so much of him. his dick feels like it could break you but in some weird way, it did nothing but turn you on even further. you hands hold onto his shoulders and your eyes screw shut.

"n-no." you force out.

"that's right..." yunho laughs lightly to himself. he pulls his hips back, leaving you feeling empty. "and you know why?"

you shake your head. he pushes his cock all the way inside again, making you feel that delicious stretch. "because this pussy was made for me." he gives your breast a harsh quick suck before pumping again.

"tell me i'm right." he demands, his voice getting raspier. "tell me you're mine."

"all yours, yun! fuck- your cock is so big!" your mind was going blank. all you could think about was how perfect yunho felt inside you. every stroke hitting you just right. your legs shook as another orgasm overtook you.

"you're gonna make me cum-" yunho moaned, his brows knitting together tightly.

"i can't- i just-" you mumble, your eyes rolled back. yunho grabbed onto your hips again, even harder than before. his thrusts were getting sloppier.

"cum one more time for me, beautiful. you look so pretty when you cum for me." yunho gripped onto your skin, feeling his own orgasm building.

the little encouragement sent you into overdrive. you thoughts were wiped as the pleasure took over you in an aggressive wave.

"look at me." you hear, your eyes open and you feel yunho holding your jaw. "i said look at me when you cum." he repeated, louder this time. feeling you reach your limit causes him to hit his. "cum for me now..."

thick ropes hit your walls and yunho's hips jut and stutter as he fills your pussy. you try to catch your breath, finally letting go of yunho. he flips you over onto your stomach and you feel the cum slowly drip out of you.

your boyfriend lets out a satisfied laugh and spanks your ass harshly. "you're so beautiful." he kisses your cheek.

you smile cheekily. "thank you." you stay still in your position but you do your best to sit up and look at yunho. "I'm sorry for not making time for us recently."

he shakes his head. "i get it, you're a hard-working girl. i was just reacting like that because i really missed you."

"i know. i missed you too." you say softly. you remember something and smile brightly, "the good news is, i have tomorrow off. we can spend the whole day together."

yunho immediately perks up and smiles. he leans down to kiss your head. "i can't wait." ____

what's actually so crazy is that i blacked out when writing this. i just thought, "oh pussy whipped yunho is so hot." and then i blinked. so hopefully it's not that bad :)

[uru-writes]

*:･ﾟ✧ TOYFRIEND *:･ﾟ dg/james lee x yandere! ??? ·˚ ༘

music: persona 5 - beneath the mask instrumental with rain

tw: yandere behavior, stalking, anonymous gifts/messages, sexual humor, slut shaming, mentions of sexual favors, mentions of purging, mentions of alcohol/gambling addiction, minors and ageless dni!!

"He probably sucks the teacher off."

"Is it even worth it? It's not like he's gonna be famous or something."

"I hear his poetry's not even that good."

"He's just a liar. He probably throws up his lunch, too."

Jihoon heard these whispers almost everyday at school. He'd gotten used to them, they don't hurt quite as much as they used to. "They're just jealous," his classmate told him. But the faces that surrounded him, the crooked smiles, the gazes sultry with amusement told him otherwise. That classmate's less than discreet glances did not escape him either.

It seemed the more his prowess was awarded and he was paraded around like a trophy; the more he seemed to shrink in on himself, slump when he walked, keep his head down at his desk so as not to be seen. He had gotten used to it. His ego only got him so far before all his efforts began to backfire in one way or another. The epic highs and lows of high school . . . something or other.

Presently, he was sitting at his desk, in the back of class of course, trying to eat his lunch in peace while he watched some others kids playing soccer through the window.

"Maybe he jerks off the other players so they let him score," he hears a girl whisper as she walks through the door.

"That doesn't explain the poetry, though," another girl says. "Oh!-"

Jihoon had stopped eating and was staring them down, eyes lidded and glazed over.

"Let's leave him alone!" One of the girls whispers.

"Maybe he's waiting for someone!" The other one teases while they both the classroom.

If there was one thing Jihoon was still proud of, it was his surprising amount of composure. He could jack off in the back of the classroom, and no one would notice. Probably. Most likely. He's never tried it. He has grades to keep up!

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Or as uneventful as it gets for Jihoon. He disliked studying at school, so he leaves as soon as he is allowed. As always, he quickly finishes his assigned cleaning for the day and walks to the front building, where he changes his school shoes for his old raggedy ones. He pulls over his hoodie, his favorite that he liked to wear as often as possible. He speed walks home from there, eager to finish his studying so he could do his workout for the day. He had been given a day off from working the register at the grocery store, so he was determined to put his time to good use. He was feeling particularly ambitious today. He also wanted to study up on a new sport he was trying, golf. Boring as it sounded, it couldn't hurt to add to his repertoire.

He ponders about the different angles, trajectories, and postures, swinging his keys in his hand all the way back to his apartment. He used to live with his dad in another apartment, but Jihoon moved out after witnessing his intense alcohol and gambling addictions. Not to mention their near constant arguments. He mysteriously disappeared to another town, much to Jihoon's delight.

He unlocks the door and steps inside. The place was messy, typical of a high schooler. Papers, clothes, and bedding strewn about. Organized chaos is what they call it, he thinks. At least one part of him didn't have to be perfect. Though, he slightly recoils at the musty scent that clouded the room. Likely the result of not washing his bedding.

He sets down his backpack next to his desk, glancing at a pile of mail on top from the previous day. Monthly bills, credit card offers, university pamphlets, and the like. One odd, small envelope sat at the top of the pile. It was dark red and addressed to him in neat, compact Hangeul.

Jihoon picks it up and examines it. Nothing stood out other other than his name. He carefully slit it open, pulling out the white card inside. He flips it open, and a small stack of bills falls out onto the desk. His breath hitches when he reads the card.

'Buy yourself a new pairs of shoes.'

Bright red ink. And at the bottom, a flamboyant signature heart.

Jihoon counts 70,000 won in the stack. Was this a joke? But no one would give up so much money for a joke. Must be some kind of gift from an admirer. But who could it be when everyone at school despises him? Although, the kids at his school aren't normal after all. They sure were dedicated, if anything. Surely, it couldn't be . . . a teacher?

How many people could know about his ratty sneakers, anyway? It's not like he goes anywhere other than school and the grocery store. Not that there's anywhere else to go.

And If it came from anyone dangerous, surely he could just beat them up, right?

Jihoon shoves the contents back into the envelope and decides to investigate tomorrow, electing to finish his to-do list. He finishes studying quickly, and with even more fervor than intended, his workout as well. Satisfied with this amount of productivity, he cooks a small dinner and finally freshens up.

His shower is longer than normal. He closes his eyes and lets the steaming hot water sting his skin. Against his will, his mind drifts back and forth between school and the mystery note until he gets out. He sluggishly gets dressed, muscles aching slightly, and brushes his teeth. He slips into his bed despite his damp hair, pulling the covers above his face, a final comfort. He'd go back to work the next day and everything would be fine. He is settling in for sleep, but his eyes shoot open when he realizes.

He brought that pile of mail in yesterday. And that red envelope wasn't in it.

~ Earlier that week ~

It was late at night and the store was about to close when he came. The door bell rang gently as he opened it.

"Welcome," a boy called halfheartedly, not looking up from the ground which he was sweeping around his register. The man noted his dirty sneakers that look like they'd been worn to death. Oh, that won't do.

He nearly rolled his eyes as he looked around, unimpressed with the compact layout and monotone color palette. The lame interior design and general rundown nature of the store made for a strangely suffocating feel, as though someone had attempted to make it as boxy and uncomfortable as possible. He'd heard something about this store being owned by a guy who was some bigshot gangster back in the day. Maybe the guy went broke.

He began to peruse the aisles, not searching for anything in particular but watching out of the corner of his eye. That boy wasn't paying attention to him. It was a smart choice to wear boring black clothing, not typical of him, but that was his idea. Though his hair was rather notable, bright red streaks throughout his natural black hair. He had tried to brush it out of his face and pulled his hood over.

He circled the aisles closest to the registers, looking for something to buy that made some sense and settled on a couple air fresheners for his car.

When he went to pay, the boy stopped sweeping and quickly rang up his items. He didn't look at him, only asking something about whether he had found what he was looking for. The man quietly affirmed. He paid in cash and took the plastic bag.

When he reached for it, the boy finally made eye contact. The ever so slight dilation of his pupils and raise of his brows did not go unnoticed by the man, who merely offered a polite smile.

He left the store without another word, hands in pockets and eyes closing. It was gonna be a bitch to walk all the way back to his car, which was parked on the far outskirts of the town.

Back inside the store, Jihoon watched curiously the stranger to whom he had just sold car fresheners walk off into the darkness, not a car in sight.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Mane Attraction (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe because I was missing my favourite long-haired lovable mechanic!

Eddie notices your love of his glorious mane of hair and decides to tease you about it.

Word Count:1,482

Warnings:Small bit of fluff at the beginnng, but the rest is just smut. Kissing/Making out, Oral Sex (F rec.), Fingering. Idk if there's anything else? but if I've missed something you want tagged just let me know.

Also not proofread, so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't :)

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie slides his body out from underneath the car he was working on, wiping his black, grease-stained hands on the rag that hangs from the back pocket of his coveralls. He’d stripped the top half off, tying the sleeves around his waist, leaving him in his white vest as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Motörhead’s ‘Ace Of Spades’ rumbles out from the old radio sitting on the workbench, and the clanking of Randy working on another car outside in the yard all fall into the background as his attention is diverted by his sweet girl walking into the garage.

“Hey! You forgot your lunch this morning!” you beam brightly as you hand him over the brown paper bag.

“You’re an absolute peach, you know that?” he smiles, kissing your cheek.

“Also I popped a few of the cookies I made yesterday in there, because I know they’re your favourite.” 

“You made snickerdoodles?!” he beamed brightly, his eyes widening in surprise as he quickly opened up the bag to see the sweet treats sitting inside .

“Only the best for my hard-working handy-man.” 

“Thanks Sweetheart! I’ll see you back at home later, yeah?” 

you wave him goodbye with a cheery smile and a cheeky wink.

“Bye Teddy, I love you.” 

“Teddy, huh?” Randy nudges him in the arm with a scoff. “Who knew you had such a soft side?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be fixing that old Pontiac?” Eddie fixes him a hard stare.

“Only for you, Teddy.” Randy teases him with his best put-on sultry girly voice that his deep southern drawl can manage, before laughing on his way back out to the yard.

Eddie pushes through the door with a tired sigh.

“Honey I’m home!” he calls out in the way he always does when he comes home to you.

You rush over to him, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug, which he welcomes whole-heartedly, picking you up in his arms and twirling you around.

“How was work?” 

“Good, it was a nice surprise to have you come visit me” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to 

the crown of your head. “Those cookies were delicious by the way.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I had a day off so I thought I could make them to surprise you!”

“Well consider me surprised, Sweetheart.” he smiles, pulling his long dark curls free from the knot tied at the nape of his neck, raking a large hand through his hair with a quick ruffle. Having his hair as long as it was meant that whenever he was working it had to be tied back, something about safety regulations or whatever, so when he came home he liked to take the opportunity to let his wild mane free.

“I’m gonna take a shower, and get changed, then we can order takeout? How does that sound?” he asks, as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“You read my mind.” you giggle, settling yourself into the comfort of the couch cushions.

Freshly showered and changed into a pair of red and black plaid pyjama bottoms and a soft grey Henley, Eddie slumps his body down on the couch next to yours.

“I picked up a film from Family Video for us to watch this evening.” you smile, snuggling up to his body, the all too familiar and welcoming scent of his body wash filling your senses. You flicked the remote and the bright light of the television illuminated the cosy living room.

It didn’t take very long for the film to go utterly ignored in favour of slipping your tongue between Eddie’s lips and tangling your fingers into his messy curls, earning you a low groan as you gently tugged against the dark strands.

Pulling away from you with a knowing smirk playing at his pink, kiss-bitten lips, Eddie looks down at you before speaking. He wants to tease you a little, see what your reaction would be.

“I was thinking it was about time that I got a haircut, was going to ask if you’d do it for me, y’know, since you’re the professional and all.” 

Eddie tries to suppress his giggling amusement when he sees your reaction.

Your eyes wide in shock, and your mouth opening to say something, and yet nothing comes.

“Just chop off all this long hair. Would be easier at work too, wouldn’t have to keep tying it back.” he says, awaiting your reaction, watching as your eyebrows draw together in confusion..

You gather your thoughts just enough to form a sentence.

“I don’t think I can do that, Eddie. It goes against my beliefs as a well-respected hairdresser, and as your girlfriend.” you explain with a laugh. “You know I love your hair. Where else am I supposed to tangle my fingers when you go down on me, huh?” you murmur,  your lips close to his,  before leaning in once more to kiss him.

“Good thing I was only joking then.” he laughs in that adorably boyish way that makes it oh so hard for you to be mad at him.

“I can’t believe you would joke about something like that Eddie!!” you join in on the laughter, playfully hitting him with one of the cushions on the couch.

“How about, as a recompense for being the target of my joke, I get down on my knees for you and you can show me how much you love my hair, hm?” he offers, his voice dropping to a smokey gravel, as he presses as reassuring kiss to your lips.

You flush under his words, but still you nod, eager to feel his lips on your body.

“Yeah, is that what you want Sweetheart?” he murmurs softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Want me to make you feel good?” 

A breathy whine of ‘please’ falls from your lips, and that’s all the go-ahead Eddie needs before he’s skating his hands up your thighs.

“Lift your hips up for me.” 

You comply with his wishes, raising up enough for him to hook his fingers into the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties and drag them down the length of your legs in one swift motion.

“There she is…my pretty girl…I've missed her…” he almost purrs out when he's greeted by the sight of your pussy. “You, and I have a lot of catching up to do.” he smiles, his lips curling into a salacious grin.

He kisses his lips to the soft pudge of your stomach before he trails down nosing into the thatch of curls between your legs.

He smiles against your wet slit, his tongue slipping past his lips to drag slowly across your folds. Flattening his tongue against you, licking up the essence of your arousal.

He's moaning deeply as he pushes into you as close as he can, wrapping arms around your plush thighs, and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He quickly flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit with practised precision, before sucking it between his plump lips in a way that has your back arching up into his touch.

It isn’t long before he feels the familiar tangle of your fingers into his hair, tugging the dark strands as he continues to lap at your wetness. Tugging gently at the roots of his hair, directing him right where you need him most.

“Taste’s so fucking sweet, pretty baby..” he slurs out his praises, his tongue never stopping it’s relentless endeavour. “You want one of my fingers?”

“Please..Wanna feel you, Eddie, please..” you beg breathlessly.

He continues to lap at your wet cunt like a man starved, slipping one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shuddering close around his face.

“That’s it Sweetheart..so fuckin’ pretty like this I swear..” he teases, his voice a steady growly as he fucks his finger into you.

“..C-close..” was all you could stutter out, before Eddie was doubling down in his efforts to please you, sliding one more finger into you, and crooking them inside you so perfectly.

He’d happily been in this position many times before, knew all the tell-tale signs of your impending high, and with one more flick of tongue over your sensitive clit you were riding out your release against his face, clenching around his fingers with a wet gush.

He drinks you in, gently lapping over your clit as you come down from the euphoria of your shuddering orgasm. He pulls away from you, his mouth glossy with his spit and your slick juices lingering on his lips.

“So, I was thinking we could order pizza tonight?” he says as though he hadn’t just given you the best head of your life.

“Yeah,” you sigh with a soft breath. “W-we can get pizza if you want to.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @xxbimbobunnyxx @eddiesxangel @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @heydreamchild @munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz @ali-r3n @seatnights

[midnightanxietytm]

Panem nostrum quotidianum

a/n: It's so criminal that there aren't many Fox X Lamb fics, apparently they don't even have a ship name? I still propose LambTeeth anyway.

Summary: The Fox's grin never wavers, but neither does the Lamb’s as they deny his last request with a simple; “Ratau is off-limits, ask something else or we're done with deals.”

He hums thoughtfully, although with the size of his grin, it could be a mock, but they don’t particularly care. “Very well then, Little Lamb… How about a bite of you? Surely godly flesh will keep me well fed for a long time.”

Warnings: Cannibalism, mentions of sacrifice, violence.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie

The hooded figure that stands in the still waters of Smugglers Sanctuary fascinates the Lamb.

Twice already, they had fed him with the flesh of a kin, what a happy coincidence it was they raised their followers to eat and be eaten.

The Fox's grin never wavers, but neither does the Lamb’s as they deny his last request with a simple; “Ratau is off-limits, ask something else or we're done with deals.”

He hums thoughtfully, although with the size of his grin, it could be a mock, but they don’t particularly care. “Very well then, Little Lamb… How about a bite of you? Surely godly flesh will keep me well fed for a long time.”

The Infant God's expression remains calm as they mull things over; foxes are tricky things… “I can give you one of my legs, or one of my arms, only one.” They say finally.

The fox seems delighted, eyes glinting against the night sky. He floats toward the pier and finally stands on it. He feels real for the first time the Lamb met him, and they wonder if they should start to regret their choices.

The Fox's teeth are pearly white against his dark robes and shadowy figure; “A leg then, your right one.” He looks ready to pounce on them and claim the deal, but Lamb raises a hand to stop him.

“Sacred meals are reserved for sacred places, and sacred days.” They say, and the fox tilts their head in amusement. “On the next full moon, come to my temple, I’ll give you a meal fit for a god.”

The Lamb leaves, and the Fox can barely contain his hunger.

The full moon couldn’t come soon enough.

Before emerging from the shadows, The Fox takes in the temple; a table was set with candles in the middle of the polished stone floor, illuminated by a few candles and the moonlight that poured in from the stained glass window above the altar. A throne was positioned at the head of the table, and as he watched, the Lamb finally entered through the main doors, closed it behind them, and calmly sat on it.

The moonlight cast a halo above their head, illuminating their horns and the red crown in a fascinating way…

“Have you done enough watching?” Asked the Lamb with a smile.

The Fox grinned as they finally emerged. “I don’t think I ever will… You’re quite fascinating to watch, Little Lamb.” They hummed in response, leaning back against their throne with a smile and hooded eyes, as if the entire situation was delightful to them. “How is your flock? Do they worry for you? Do they know you’re about to feed teeth in the darkness?”

When the Lamb laughs, the bell around their neck jingles softly; “You always make such strange questions, why would I let my flock know of our deals, when they are such private things?” They stand up with a smile and gesture at him to come closer. “Come, claim your side of our bargain.”

The fox does approach, the daring little Lamb even takes his hand, and leads him to sit at the throne, before sitting on the table themselves, right in front of him, legs spread for his easy access. “You do think of everything, don’t you, little Lamb?” He muses, running a clawed hand up their right thigh, the soft flesh makes his mouth water, their wool practically doesn’t reach their upper thigh, giving him a clean and delicious area to sink his teeth into. “I hope you don’t mind, as I've told you before, I’m a messy eater.” He says, before holding them by their calf, and pulling their leg towards him.

The sudden act makes the Lamb fall back, now laid on the table, but they only laugh in amusement, the sound mixing with the sound of their little bell. “Don’t swallow it all at once!” They say in a sing-song voice.

As The Fox finally sinks his teeth into their upper thigh he thinks he struck gold; the godly flesh gives in under his teeth, blood already flowing into his mouth and inebriating his senses. He had eaten the flesh of gods before, centuries ago, but it being givens so willingly somehow makes it taste a thousand times better.

He tears his first piece, dark red staining his fur, dripping onto the table and floor. He can already see a bit of bone on the lamb’s leg. He chews the flesh, savoring it as he watches the Lamb’s body twitch softly.

The Lamb knows the blood loss alone will eventually kill them, but they fight to stay conscious for as long they can. The pain is excruciating, but somehow they also barely feel it, like their mind knows there should be pain, a lot of it, but none comes, so all it does is twitch and tingle, like the constant prick of needles. It’s different from the cuts and bruises they got when getting hurt on crusades, those they didn’t feel at all. This is deliberate, as if their body wants to feel the pain, but can’t

The Lamb’s conscience comes and goes, and they gasp and shiver as The Fox takes a second tear; his teeth sink, then he pulls his head back, their skin ripped apart so easily.

Time passes, although neither of them can tell exactly how much. By the time The Fox leans back on the throne, having left nothing but bones and tendons of the Lamb’s leg, the sun is close to rising, and he must return to his shadows.

The Lamb Is unconscious, and the Fox watches in veiled fascination as their leg starts to magically regenerate, muscles and tendons growing and connecting, skin stretching to cover them slowly. If he wasn’t so full, his mouth would have watered all over from the prospect of an infinite meal. The Fox thinks they might have found a new addiction.

Once their leg was almost fully regenerated, The Fox noticed their eyes fluttering, he leaned back and watched as the infant god rose and sat up on the table. “Satisfied?” They ask with a grin.

Now with a full stomach, His lust replaced the hunger. “Very, Little lamb…” He took the promised talisman from his sleeve and placed it on the Lamb’s hand. “I have no more deals for you, but perhaps, the next time you peer into the darkness, we can satisfy another kind of hunger…”

The Lamb bleated out a laugh. “Hm, we’ll see, Fox.”

a/n: mfw I was satisfied with eating a rat but ended up eating a god instead and it ended up being really homoerotic.

Hope you guys like this one, took a break from narilamb to explore some other ships and there's nothing better to start then some good old cannibalism. Expect more lambteeth in the future.

[paci-papa]

me again (the switch), tysm for your reply it made me feel a lot better☺️ i wanted to make a list of the benefits of being a switch (childish i know, but whatever :))

- i could be a Mama who cares after littles, supporting them on their journey of humiliation and regression

- i could be a Babysitter, who loves to tease littles, edging them soooo close to relief before denying them... again :)

- i could be a Big Sister, who tattles on her younger, diaper wearing 'sister' and even gets to have a boyfriend (Mr Snuggles)

- i could be a Toddler, who loves to play dress up and do finger painting

- i could be a Baby, padded 24/7, fed mushy num nums and off into bed by 7.30pm

- or i could be a Newborn, constantly swaddled and kept in a crib as a helpless wittle infant!

so many options make my brain fuzzy😵‍💫 (in the best way though)

again, tysm for being such a sweet Papa🩷

~🎮 (get it? nintendo switch? because... nvm😖)

(also sorry if this is too long...)

Oh, my silly little 🎮, I am so happy you're seeing the plus side of who you are!

As I hope I've made it clear, Papa loves everyone who is working to get closer to their real self!

Also, your cute little list inspired a wonderful little scenario for Papa:

You're Papa's new girlfriend, trying out to be the new Mommy in his nursery. At first, you seem sweet and wonderful, a perfect addition to the household. But, after a few dates, Papa finds you teasing his little cuties, and decides you aren't mature enough to be Mama material.

Still wanting you around, Papa hires you as a babysitter when he's out on other dates. However, when he comes home to review the security footage, he discovers a certain curious little troublemaker trying on and wetting a pullie.

Clearly, you aren't cut out for even babysitting duties. Papa uses the video clips to blackmail you into joining the nursery as a permanent resident.

You start out as the nursery's big sister. You rule the roost, bossing all of the other little babies around. But, when Papa comes home to find you humping Mr. Bear in a messy diaper without permission, you quickly find yourself demoted to the rank of toddler.

After that, your fall through the nursery happens quickly. All of Papa's other little ones, upset at how you treated them, work together to get you caught by Papa in more and more embarrassing positions.

It's not long before you're demoted to a crawler, only allowed to eat mushy baby food in your highchair, while your older siblings at least get cut up hotdogs and chicken nuggies.

The worst happens when, one day, you're tricked into standing up, an absolute no-no for you. Papa has had enough.

He demotes you to a newborn, swaddling you, and taking away your right to even crawl.

Your days are spent lying in your giant bassinet, babbling away nonsensically as the smiling faces of the littles who, mere months ago, you were breastfeeding after having wild sexual encounters with Papa, look down at you as they tease and mock the little baby for how fall you've fallen.

Wouldn't that be such a fun way to embrace your switchiness to the fullest, my adorable little 🎮!

[morgan-is-here]

Yes I am still thinking about A Mechsummer Night’s Dream. There are notes of a plot but we’re getting there.

Ngl I’ve mainly just been doing these Titania outfits.

I wasn’t expecting to like the steampunk one so much but wow. I love the rainbow wings though.

Which one is your favourite?

[ID:6 digital drawings of Raphaella La Cognizi in the same pose, standing arms by her side and loking over a shoulder. She also has the same loose hairstyle, but is wearing different outfits with different wings. All are drawn on the same aged paper background and all are coloured in a slightly messy watercolour style.

First image: A single version in the centre. She wears a green 1860s ballgown with leaf patterns running up and down. The skirt is large, floor length and circular. The bodice has a low wode neckline and short ruffled sleeves. She has large bat like wings similar to those she's usually photographed with, but more animal like. To the left is hand written "1860s"

Seond image: Two versions. The left wears a white edwardian dress. A high, flat nekline, midlength, slightly puffed sleeves and slightly pulled in waist. The bodice has flower details, the same detaling is repeated around the hems of the skirt. She has wings made from strips of differnt coloured fabrics all draped from a single wooden frame. To her write is hand written "Edwardian" The right wears a white dress with abstract flowers wrapping around the skirt and boddice. The top is sleveless with large straps that run accros the v neckline. The boddice ends in a point. The skirt is circular but not as large as in image 1 and appears to have lots of thin layers. She has black and purple butterfly wings, the purple being bluer on the top half and pinker on the bottom half. She also wears flowers thoughout her hair. To her left is hand written "1937 Titania"

Third image:Two versions. The left wears a very light blue dress sleeveless. It's very loose but thin fabric that clings to the body. The dress bunches in the middle and the lower seciton of the dress has a lot of creases and folds. The shape of her legs can be made out from how the fabric lays. Over each shouder and thin strip of fabric drapes. On her upper arm she wears a gold band. She has fairy wings, like butterly wings but much more segmented and with jagged edges. The colours transition from pink to purple to blue to green from top to bottom. They are rounder at the bottom and more jagged at the top. The right wears a simple very light blue straight dress that becomes sheer near the bottom, her shins and feet can be seen slightly through the fabric. Over top is an opaque layer of the same colour. It cuts off at the bust in the centre but either side fabric drapes down to about knee lenght. A similar drape can be seen going down her back to her shin. The opaque sections have a red leaf like pattern around the edge. The dress is sleeveless. She has dragonfly wings of many colours blended together. The main colours appear to be blues, greens, purples and reds. In the centre between the two is handwritten "Athenian"

Fourth image: A single version in the centre. She wears a red corset with golden leaf detailing. Under is a frilly blouse with wide low neckline that joins to short, off shoulder sleeves. Her skirt is a dark burgandy. The centre is slightly ruffled and reaches to her knees, with a pleated ruffle at the end. On the sides of the skirt is 3 overlapping layers of fabric, eventually reaching floor length. Each layer has a pleated ruffle and drapes slightly. She wears fishnets under black boots with a brown lace up section. Only one of the boots is fully visable, the other hidden under skirt. On her wrists she wears red fabric wrist cuffs with lace edges. She wears a similar choker with an opal in the centre. She also wears a necklace lower down with a smiliar opal. Her wings are clearly mechanical. Ther are bronze pistons, pullies and gears along the rigde. There are 2 layers of matal feathers, the frist silver and the larger layer underneith in gold. The rest of the wings are made up buy fabric in a bat wing shape. There are pannels alternating light and dark between bronze rods. To the left is written "Classic Steampunk" /End ID]

[millythegoat]

Blame it on Luis Diaz for pullis Messi's hamstring 😅 Diaz flair is scary, but ain't no one can keep with him especially from a 37 yo. Also that's why Milly was so physical with him back in Porto vs LFC match. That's the only best way to deal with this kind of players

yeah argentina is done, they lost their god and the game is slipping away from 'em. Colombia better get their shit together

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Watch Your Words

Merry Christmas, @merazophis ! I’ve really enjoyed being your secret santa this year! I’m sorry this is a little late. But I learned from our little talks this past month and wrote you a soulmate fanfiction that I think you’ll enjoy. I’ve read a few soulmate Kaishin fics before, and wanted to switch up the usual formula of Kaito being the one really into soulmates while Shinichi is indifferent/hates them. I hope you like it!

Also, @dcmksecretsanta Thanks for letting me be involved this year! I hope to be a part of this for years to come!

Kaito hated the words that marked—no, branded his wrist in blue, messy handwriting.

“Kuroba? Any relation to Kuroba Toichi, the magician?”

It was almost innocent. He’d even liked it, when he was a kid. Kaito would proclaim he’d meet his soulmate quickly, since they were clearly a fan of his dad. His parents would laugh and ruffle his hair, because of course his soulmate would be a fan of Tou-san, how could they not be!

But it’s been ten years since Tou-san was murdered. And while people always said his dad was the greatest magician in the world… it grated on Kaito. He loved his dad, he always would!

But… Kaa-san always compared him to Tou-san. Jii-san too. Even Aoko and Nakamori-keibu…

Couldn’t his soulmate see him for himself?

Even being Kaitou KID, the greatest legacy Tou-san could have left for him, chafed.

Kuroba Kaito wasn’t a copy of Kuroba Toichi, you know!

But the cheering mob around him, frothing at the bit to see Kaito, no KID, perform… the mob didn’t care about him. They’d be just as happy to see him arrested than escape the police, no matter how devoted they pretend. He scanned the crowd, quickly finding the Suzuki girl in the crowd, but no sign of…

“Kaito!” Aoko grabbed his arm. “Come on, Hakuba-kun got us permission to enter the museum!”

Kaito sighed. He’d forgotten for a moment. He was part of the KID Investigation Squad, a group dedicated to capturing his own alter ego. It’d almost be funny if it wasn’t for his constant proximity to two of his enemies—Hakuba and Akako. A detective who wants to arrest him, and a witch who wants to enslave him. Even his best friend’s presence didn’t make up for theirs.

He yanked his arm out of Aoko’s grip. “Hey, I can walk by myself.”

She frowned. “What’s with you? You’re usually not this moody before KID heists.”

Truthfully, he was concerned. It’s been four months since Kaito last saw his favorite critic, the Holmes of the East turned pintsized detective. Edogawa Conan didn’t attend every heist, but missing all of them? For four months? Kaito had even stopped by the Mouri residence, in disguise of course, but there was no trace of the little detective. It was as if he’d just… disappeared. “It’s nothing. I’ve just been looking for someone.”

They pushed through the crowd and the officers in front let them in without a fuss, not knowing they’d just let Kaitou KID inside without even a face pinch. “They must be pretty important if Kaito stopped paying attention to a KID heist to look for them,” she said, eyeing him.

Kaito wrinkled his nose. “I don’t know about that,” he said in leu of a real answer.

The inside of the museum was lovely, but Kaito didn’t care about the décor. His eyes automatically checked the required elements for his magic—a tripwire here, a pully hidden among the skylights, a few distractions in the greenery. All undiscovered, at least so far. Sometimes he added a few traps that the task force was supposed to find and disarm, to keep their confidence up. It made the game more fun.

“Where’s Hakuba and Akako?” Kaito asked.

“Akako had to stay home today; she said something about this heist having the aura of death surrounding it.” She repeated Akako’s words like there wasn’t something deeply disturbing with them.

“What!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

She glared. “Kaito would know if he bothered to check the group chat!”

“I check the group chat! I just have Hakubastard and Akako blocked on my phone!”

“Kaito!”

Several members of the task force were looking at them as they walked further into the building. He had to change the topic before they got kicked out. “What, so it’s just us and Hakuba today? Not that big of a loss then.”

“No. If someone actually used the group chat as intended, then they’d know that Hakuba-kun was bringing a friend to fill Akako’s place.”

“Hakuba has friends?”

Aoko punched him in the stomach. “We’re Hakuba-kun’s friends, Bakaito!”

“Speak for yourself,” Kaito muttered, rubbing where she hit him. “So, who is it?”

“Another detective is what he said.”

Another detective? Kaito had run into a few of them as his alter ego, but not many that Hakuba would want to work with. At least, Kaito was pretty sure Hakuba and Hattori didn’t get along. As they traveled through the halls, he was able to pick up Hakuba’s voice and headed towards that.

“—a bit worried, however. Weren’t you injured solving a big case recently?”

“I was,” answered a familiar voice. “But it’s been a few months and I’ve recovered quite nicely. Thank you for your concern though—and for the invite. I haven’t been to a KID heist in years.”

“You’ve previously attended KID heists?”

“Only one in the past few years, but when I was a child…”

They rounded the corner and Kaito was struck with the overwhelming desire to run. Because before him stood the formerly missing Detective of the East, Kudo Shinichi himself.

“Hakuba-kun!” Aoko exclaimed, running up to greet the two. Kaito swallowed the confusing rush of excitement and relief and followed. Kudo, as Conan, knew KID’s voice and was smart enough to figure out what Hakuba had. Maybe even smart enough to find evidence. This was going to be difficult, Kaito thought giddily. “Who’s your friend?”

“Aoko-kun, this is Kudo Shinichi; he reached out to me for help in getting involved with the KID case. Kudo-kun, this is Nakamori Aoko, Nakamori-keibu’s daughter. And this—” His eyes met Kaito’s and a glint entered into them. “is the person I mentioned earlier: Kuroba Kaito.”

His eyes locked with Kudo’s, and Kaito felt the familiar, electrifying zing that came with facing off against the KID killer. And then, Kudo said, “Kuroba? Any relation to Kuroba Toichi, the magician?”

It was like a bucket of water washed over him. Almost automatically, Kaito spat back, “I think I’ve become well known in my own right, Meitantei.”

Time stopped as they processed each other’s words. Kudo’s face flushed as Kaito felt all the blood drain out of his body. It could be… but he said… and then… He didn’t even disguise his voice!

He had to get out of there.

Kudo opened his mouth to speak, but Kaito cut him off. “We should split up,” he said despite knowing how much suspicion Hakuba would cast onto him. “I’ll head to the room with the jewel, see if I can spot any of KID-sama’s traps. You guys… do detective stuff, or whatever.” He speed-walked away, back down the hall they came from.

“Wait, Kuroba!”

“Kaito!”

But by the time they turned the corner, he was gone.

Despite himself, Kaito found himself repeating Kudo’s words and his reply in his head all night. Soulmate words were special—even if another person was in a disguise or you had heard their voice before, the only words that counted were the ones spoken at you as yourself. So, it made sense that they weren’t Conan and KID’s first words to each other.

But Kaito wished that wasn’t the case. Wished that he’d grown up with the cheery “Fireworks!” on his wrist, wished that Kudo hadn’t grown up with his harsh reply on his. He hadn’t even meant to be one of those people who leave cruel words on their soulmate’s skin.

Kaito had hoped that he could avoid Kudo for the entirety of the heist, but as he was checking the jewel of the night, Kudo spoke up behind him. “Nakamori-san explained for you.”

He turned. There was only Kudo up there with him, awash in the full moon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He tried.

“You’re not going to pretend, right?” Kudo cocked an eyebrow. “I know it’s you, Kuroba, even if I don’t want to prove it.” Wait, Kudo doesn’t want to do what? “You’re still the person who saved my life as Edogawa Conan; what you call yourself doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Meitantei,” Kaito tried again. “You see, I only took Kuroba-san’s form in order to sneak inside the museum—”

“I doubt that. There are only so many people who look like me without the use of a rubber mask and KID has used my face several times to get past task force security. Besides, soulmate words only work when both are undisguised; there’s a famous court case about how a vigilante when free because his arresting officer was his soulmate and they weren’t able to testify against him.”

Kaito sighed. He knew Kudo was smart but… “I’m sorry,” he said instead. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Like I said, Nakamori-san already explained your… hang up with the words I left you. If anything, I should be the one apologizing—”

“No—”

“—the only reason I asked, though, was because my mother was one of Kuroba Toichi’s students. She speaks fondly of your family.”

Now he really felt like shit. “Kudo, really, I’m the one who needs to apologize. It’s my fault that cruel words have been branded on your wrist.”

“I never minded them, and they’re not as cruel as you think. If anything, they’ve been… kind of encouraging?”

“Encouraging?” How could those words ever be encouraging, it’s basically beratement!

Kudo shrugged. “I grew up knowing that my soulmate would think I’ve a great detective. If anything, I should thank you; I’m not sure I would even be a detective without the words you’ve given me.”

Kaito spoke without thinking. “I can’t even imagine a world without you as a detective. You’re made for it.”

Kudo flushed, the red reaching up to his ears. “I… thank you.”

Soulmates didn’t have to be romantic—in fact, platonic soulmates were more common in the east than the west. He and Kudo could spend their lives with a lovely friendship, or even rivalry. But despite himself…

Kaito thought Shinichi’s blushing face was rather cute.

[wearevillaneve]

Okay, but just imagine if we did get a Villaneve sex scene in s4... what would that look like? 👀

What do I think a Villaneve sex scene would look like?   Guessing that there’s only so much flesh that BBCAmerica, AMC, and the two actresses are going to show even on cable television, it would be more than what you would see on a prime-time show on CBS, but a lot less than what HBO would give us. Then again, I never expected to see Villanelle and Eve scissoring each other into spasms of orgasms.   The camera won’t be zooming into close-ups of Eve’s lovely face contorting in pleasure as she screams while Villanelle eats her alive or when Eve returns the favor in a torrid lovemaking session. That’s yummy and a really nice fantasy but It  Will Never Happen.      What else is fanfiction for if not for giving us what the shows we ship never will?   A realistic woman loving woman scene is not forthcoming in the next season of Killing Eve.   Would you settle for a morning after with Villanelle cuddling Eve and mussing her unruly black locks while whispering sweet nothings into her ear?   What about them walking into a bedroom together and Villanelle slowly undressing Eve before the scene fades to black?    Or maybe Eve grabbing Villanelle and pushing her down on the wrinkled sheets of her messy bed, as she mounts the panting blonde and pullis off her own shirt with a wide, sly smile on her face?

How’s that working for you? Here’s what I do expect a Villaneve sex scene to have:  Tasteful lighting.  Verbal foreplay.  A song by Unloved playing in the background.  A genuine hug and some slow, sensual kissing.    THEN the fade to black because a bare-ass Eve and Villanelle is never gonna happen.   If Killing Eve were on HBO or on a streaming service, the likelihood of a nude sex scene would grow exponentially.  Yet while I could see Sandra being hyped and ready to go for it, there’s no way would Jodie be down for that. 

 Sandra’s filmography is full of independent stuff like Dancing at the Blue Iguana where she plays a stripper and shows the girls off.   I’ve never seen the movie and I’ve heard it’s not good, but not because of Sandra.  Even early on in her career she would commit to the bit and learned how to work the pole in high heals.  Jodie is also a veteran actor, but getting naked on film is not something she has ever shown any indication she is comfortable with. Read between the lines.  Jodie is still living at home with her parents.  She’s not about to do something that might embarrass them like appearing nude having sex with a woman 20 years her senior.  But Sandra?  Different vibe entirely. Let’s just say while she’s never publicly declared herself to be bisexual or a lesbian, she certainly doesn’t reject a role because lip-locking another woman is part of the gig.  

WHEN, not IF, Villaneve consummate their relationship with an intense physical encounter it will be fun to watch, but far less satisfying than a good and smutty fic.    I believe it will happen, but it won’t be nearly as fulfilling the Villaneve stans are hoping it will be.  But fuck it, because we’ll all be blowing up our social media feeds with running commentary as soon as it happens.   We’re SO predictable.    It will be glorious, but if you’re expecting or hoping for it to be more explicit than suggestive, you’re doomed to disappointment.    That’s not happening, babies.  

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The Way Back {Faramir x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3057 Summary: Love can be found in the unlikeliest of places, such as in a war-torn city after a win.

You took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out. It felt like you hadn’t had the time to breathe in days. It had been battle, after battle, after battle against Sauron and his forces, ending up in this, the grand battle outside of Gondor. But the enemy had finally been defeated, the last of the orcs crying back to Mordor. You removed your helmet and let your hair fly free in the breeze as the world seemed to catch it’s own breath back. There was still plenty to do, such as tend to the wounded, burn the bodies of the deceased, and begin plans to rebuild the city. There were many fallen on both sides, even though the battle had been won by yourself, and by Gondor. By Minas Tirith. You looked about you, savoring the moment of peace, before plunging yourself into even more work.

You regretted that you did not attend the last battle at Mordor, but you had a much more pressing issue of helping with Gondor. There was so much here that had to be done, and you put your faith in your three companions. Legolas, your younger brother, who looked so much like you with delicate elfin features, but was a killer with a bow. Gimli, the dwarf that you came to see as a friend and an annoyance in your life, almost like a grumpy old pet, but one who could swing an axe like it was no ones business. And Aragorn, your best friend, a fellow Ranger, who had returned from Mordor and would soon be crowned King. But for now, he left you to care for Eowyn, a woman that he had introduced you to, who had been hurt in the battle. As two female warriors, the two of you struck up a quick kinship. It had been you who had given her a horse to ride among the riders, before you went with your fellowship to hold the dead to their oaths. Your horse, one of the fastest in the world, and the envy of many of the riders, including her brother.

You sat with her in the healing wing, dabbing her forehead gently with a damp cloth.

“I’m barely moving enough to sweat, y/n, there’s no need for this,” She said, trying to wave you away with her injured hand. You shushed her, and put it back down to her side. She looked more fragile than you were used to seeing her. Before, you had seen it in her eyes that she was always ready for a fight, the inner beast in her wanting to come out and growl at the world. A true dragon in pretty colors.

“Would you rather me go and get one of the healers to do it for you? I feel they would not be as good company as I though...” You threatened, and she sighed and allowed you to go on with your blotting. You were not a healer, though you knew a couple of things. Like to constantly check your friend for fever, for the wounds that she had sustained were nasty. She may have stabbed the witch King in the face, but she paid the price for that.

“I don’t like feeling helpless like this. I want to help the healers - it is only a couple of wounds. But no, all they let me do is go for one walk a day among the garden, like I’m some sort of...”

“Woman?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Let us go on our walk then. Let them dare to stop us while we are together. They can try to bully one warrior, but two? I do not think them so foolish.” You took hold of Eowyn’s better hand, and helped her onto her feet. She was eager to be up, and there was a flounce to her step, almost girlish. Sometimes she lamented being a woman, but there was still some femininity to her.

Together you walked out of the healing wing, and out into the open air of Gondor. A lot had been ruined during the war, and was being rebuilt. There were footsoldiers still around, and were helping to guide the reconstruction process. Everyone was helping out - even children, who were spreading the mortar over the walls with their little hands. “Are you going to return to Rohan as soon as you are healed?” You asked Eowyn as you strolled arm in arm, avoiding the places where the most damage had been done.

“After Aragorn’s coronation,” She answered. “I see no sense in returning, just to turn around and come back in a couple of weeks. And with my brother constantly off with the Riders of Rohan, they are going to need a new leader.”

“I see,” You said, nodding. “I’m so sorry to hear about your Uncle, Eowyn. He was a great man, as as I’m sure you knew. And he taught you well, you’ll take his place fantastically.”

“What about you? I remember your father wanted you to return to Mirkwood-”

You shook your head vehemently. “I too will be staying until the coronation. Legolas may be returning but I’m not so quick to leave the scene of one of the greatest battles that Middle Earth has ever known. I’m reluctant to go back...”

“Why?”

“I’m his heir, and he is getting older. I know that he wants me to take up the throne, but I am not Queen material, Eowyn. I belong on the battlefield. That’s where I feel the most comfortable! Not among the rich dresses and the gossip of elfen society,” You opened up to Eowyn, knowing that her, above anyone else, would understand how you feel. “Legolas is better suited as King than I ever would be as Queen. Were it I were born second rather than first...”

“Either way, it would be nice to have someone who is more sympathetic to humans on the throne,” Eowyn said, coming to a halt. You looked at her confused. “There he is - that is Faramir, the new Steward of Gondor.”

You followed her eyeline to see a man, leaning over one of the walls, looking out at the wreckage of the grounds that had been the battlefield. His hair was to his shoulders, a messy light brown - it was a look that many of the human men wore. Aragorn. Boromir -

Of course! This had been the brother that Boromir had mentioned to you during the nights when you two had watch together. But with some more burns upon him than Boromir had ever seen. You had heard of what had happened to him. His own father had tried to kill him.

“Shall we introduce ourselves?” You asked. Eowyn, who was far from timid even while she was wearing a gown rather than armor, nodded her approval.

You approached him together, which did not seem to intimidate him, for he gave you a surprising smile when you reached him. “I hope we aren’t interrupting your thoughts,” You said, pleasantly.

“Not at all,” He inisisted. “I always have time for two of our heroes.”

You beamed down at Eowyn, seeing the little flush on her cheeks. It was amazing seeing her talent be recognized. You were about to praise her even more, just to see if she could go as red as a rose, when one of the healers came running up, interrupting the mood. “You should be resting Lady Eowyn!” She chided.

“But...” Eowyn started, but then gave in rather easily. “Excuse me. I hurt my hand while killing the Witch King. I hope you understand my quick departure.”

You couldn’t stop grinning at her little amount of bragging. She deserved that much. Faramir bowed his head respectfully as the healer took Eowyn away, who was still complaining that she was fine. “Did you receive an injury while doing something important like killing a Witch King?” He asked.

“I stubbed my toe while taking down an Oliphaunt,” You shrugged, making him grin. You realized while he was doing so that he was actually pretty handsome .. for a human. He had a softer face than both Aragorn and Boromir, the only two humans that you could claim had been your friends. Or still were, in Aragorn’s case. He wasn’t as bristly. And he had very kind eyes. The race of men really was starting to grown on you.

-

Your father had come to Aragorn’s coronation. You had not expected him to. He very rarely left Mirkwood. Not since the Battle of the Five Armies had he ventured anywhere near this far. But the King returning to his throne was a grand deal, so you supposed it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. You stood beside your brother in welcoming your dear friend to the throne, and had managed to position yourself in a way that let you look at the Steward. He stood with Eowyn, who had become as wonderful a friend to him as she had to you. A sister to the both of you, though she needed no more siblings - not with a gruff one like Eomer about.

“When are you going to tell father?” Legolas whispered after Aragorn had passed.

“Tell him what?” You hissed.

“About how you are in love with a human,” He said, smiling widely. You nudged him and he nearly fell into Gimli, but his elf-like reflexes stopped him from doing so. “He can’t take his eyes off of you. Is that why you dressed up today? It is so weird to see you in a gown.”

“Can you please be quiet and enjoy our friend’s special day?” You asked in Elvish. Legolas did quiet down but you kept sneaking peeks over at Faramir. The two of you had gotten rather close in the last couple of months. And you might even think that you had given your heart over to the man, though it was very painful to think about. You would continue to remain youthful for many, many years, barely gaining a wrinkle while this man would grow old, wither, die. Life was cruel that way. Unbelievably cruel.

You saw eyes looking at you behind Faramir, and caught your father’s stern gaze. Your eyes widened, and like a child caught doing something bad, you immediately looked anywhere but your father, pretending to be distracted by the leaves, or the sweet little hobbits.

After the ceremony was a lovely party, which Aragorn did not attend because he went straight into his duties. You could say a lot of things about Aragorn, but not that he wasn’t dedicated to his work. You walked through the party, surprising a great number of people by wearing an intricate Elven gown for the occasion. Most of these people had only seen you in your fighting garb, which looked a great deal like Legolas’s. In fact, on more than one occasion, you had been mistaken for one another. Definitely not on this day, though.

You wandered, before Faramir’s hand lightly brushed against your arm, pulling you into conversation. “You look...” He said, gazing at you up and down, trying to find the words. You decided rather than waste time, you would finish his sentence for him.

“-like a beautiful Elven lady?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Faramir said with a grin. He looked bashful, an expression that became him. He could be the most cold, hardened warrior, but around you, he seemed to be a bit more of a bashful mess. It was a very endearing trait. And it was something that brought the warmth right out of you.

“Yes, my daughter is a very beautiful Elven lady,” Your father’s familiar voice said from you behind you. Your eyes said ‘Uh-oh’ faster than your mouth could, and you turned to see him standing there. The blonde hair that the whole family had was gleaming brightly in the sun light. “I’m stealing her for a moment from you, Steward.”

“Of course,” Faramir said with a nod. He walked away with his hands behind his back, having recovered very well from his injuries. You watched as he walked towards Eowyn, and they struck up a friendly conversation. Your two favorite humans - and yet it gave you a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you did not like. You were wary of them being close. You were fond of both of them and you would not be surprised if they became overly fond of one another.

“Is that him?” Your father asked, following your line of sight. You stopped staring, and turned back towards him to give him the respect that he both deserved and demanded.

“Is that whom?” You questioned, your eyebrow arching upwards.

“The human that has stolen your heart?” Your father’s steely gaze cut through you like a knife. So he knew. You looked behind him for Legolas, and once you had caught his eye, you gave him a glare. “Do not blame your brother like you are some sort of child. He didn’t tell me a thing. It is entirely obvious.”

“Do you think that he knows?” You asked, swallowing any denial that you might have had bubbling.

“Since he is an inferior human, I would suppose not.” Your father said, chin held high. “I was going to ask you to come back with me. Take your place as the ruler of Mirkwood. There is a lot of work to be done.”

The happiness that you had felt for Aragorn, and then the slight giddiness that you had around Faramir had dissipated entirely. You were back to the way that the elves usually were. Hard-browed. No emotion showing.

“I’m sure that there is,” You said, not excited at all about the prospect of returning to your home. “And you are sure that you want me to be doing it?”

“As the oldest, it is your duty. Female or not,” Your father said. But he wasn’t catching your eye - he continued to glance over at Faramir. “You have caught his attention most ardently. He will not stop looking in your direction. It almost reminds me of your mother.”

Your heart started to beat in your chest, but your expression did not change. Still, there was a little bit of hope shining through. You tried to catch your father’s eye, but he kept looking away, which was unusual. Usually, he enjoyed looking right into the eyes of the person that he was talking to. It was a power play. And now you were the one who was trying to be the one in power.

“Is there any way that we can postpone it, father?” You asked, trying to make yourself taller so that he could not avoid looking at you. “Just for a few decades? Hardly any time at all - and all of that work will still be waiting for me.”

“A couple of decades? So you can come back after your human lover dies, and take out your grief in your work like I had?” Thranduil asked, tutting. You have never heard him tut before. But you also knew that he had a point. You remembered how he had thrown himself into his duties as King when your mother had died. He hadn’t given himself the proper time to grieve, and his leadership was lack for that. “We’d better give it a century or two. I might be able to finish my own tasks in time for that.”

“Surely - you’re joking? This is the first joke that you make and you decide for it to be this?” You questioned, unable to take your father seriously at this moment. His expression had not changed at all. In fact, now, it looked a little bit angry.

“I do not joke.” He said, glaring at you. “I am trying to give you the opportunity to love.”

You tried to search for any sign of deceit in his eyes, but could find none. He even looked a little ... flustered? Uncomfortable at the idea of talking about love with his daughter? Either way, you weren’t going to pass this opportunity up. You clasped your hands in front of yourself and gave him a bow which he then returned, before sweeping himself away to talk to Legolas, which was always much less about emotions.

You walked back over to Faramir and Eowyn, and put your hand on Faramir’s arm like he had to you just moments before. “May I speak with you for a moment?” You asked him, looking over at Eowyn. The blonde woman gave you a knowing smile, and walked off to speak with Merry, whom she had grown fond of over the war. The Steward of Gondor looked at you, still with that soft grin that you enjoyed looking at so much.

“What is it?” He asked, the grin faltering slightly. You’ve never asked him to talk privately before, and he wondered if something was wrong. But you took that away from him with your own lips, which you softly pressed against his once you were sure you had a little bit of privacy. “My lady?” He questioned, after returning it.

“It is unconventional, but it appears that I’ve fallen for you, Faramir, Steward of Gondor.”

“You have?” He asked, bewildered, but then seemed to regain his senses rather quickly. “I thought you never would. I’ve already resigned myself to growing old by myself.”

“You don’t have to,” You said, taking hold of his rough and calloused hands, giving them a squeeze. “If you will have me, I’d like to be by your side as you grow into a handsome old man.”

“While you stay the same?” He asked, his voice going softer.

“Yes,” You said with a nod. There was no point in beating around the bush - he would grow old and you would stay exactly as you were. It would be quite some time before you started to look older than you already were.

“My beautiful wife,” Faramir said, leaning in for another kiss. You granted it happily.

[dexiao]

Milkshake (m) | Part 2 of 2

Gif originally posted by @doyonqs​

Synopsis: Y/N is an art major that has to write an essay with her ultimate crush.

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x female reader

Words: 2k

Genre: college!au (literally doesn’t matter), smut

Warnings: softdom!Doyoung, sub!reader, oral (male receiving), safe sex

A/N: This was really fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you find any mistakes, any form of feedback is welcome :)

Part 1 is here.

This is a work of fiction. It does not portray the real personality of the member.

“Why don’t you look at me now?” Doyoung asked, barely audibly. I obeyed, preparing to ask why. “You look at me so much at the university, why are you so shy now?”

I felt the blood rushing to my face at his words, exhaling and looking away involuntarily.

“Don’t be like that, baby.  Okay?” He continued, bringing his hand to cup my face softly, moving my head to make me look at him again.

I nodded and remained in silence, speechless and suddenly self-conscious about how much my skirt must have gone up my thighs. Doyoung kept his eyes on my face, seeming to scrutinize every feature of it. Slowly, he leaned closer, staring at my lips.

“Keep your eyes open.” He demanded, before bending and pressing a chaste kiss on my mouth. I felt as he could hear my heart, since It beat so strong and fast. My whole body burned from nervousness of being in that situation.

Doyoung moved away a tiny bit, just to stick out his tongue and lick my hips. I panted in response and opened my mouth only enough so his tongue slipped in. The kiss tasted bitter and cold due to his nutty milkshake in contrast to mine.

I gently pressed my tongue against his, feeling my body start to relax. However, he broke the kiss and moved his lips down my jaw in direction to my ear, using his free hand to move away the strands of hair in his way. He released a low and whiny breath next to my ear, whispering right after.

“You can close your eyes now, if you want to.” Then his mouth turned onto my skin again, licking a stripe on my neck before giving open mouthed wet kisses. One of my hands reached for his hair, while Doyoung moved his from my waist to my thigh, stopping after the hem of the skirt.

He caressed the skin of my leg with his palm before shifting it to my inner thigh and urging for me to spread legs apart. Doyoung positioned himself in the middle of my legs and his hand traveled from my knee to my waist, squeezing the flesh with his long fingers. His other hand remained on my head, helping him control the intensity of the kisses he left on my hot skin. I sighed and forced my body upon his in pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, Y/N?” He asked, kneeling in front of me and letting go of my face, putting both his hands on the outer sides of my knees, head still close to mine. His kisses started going down to my collarbones, and I arched my back in a heavy breath, but his lips moved away from my skin again. “You look so puritan all the time, but you’re acting so dirty and bratty… Won’t you answer my question?”

As he spoke, his nose traced its way over the buttons of my shirt, coming close to the waistband of the skirt. Simultaneously, hands went up my legs under the skirt, grabbing tighter and my hip. I felt trapped under his touch. Doyoung was much more dominant than I imagined, but being controlled like this made want him even more.

“Are you enjoying, Y/N?” He repeated, his challenging eyes gazing straight into mine.

“Yes. Yes, I am” I answered, surprising myself with the breathiness of my voice.

Doyoung smiled mischievously and pressed his face on my abdomen and inhaled as if he wanted to breathe in all the scent on me, until there was none left. I curved my back to the front, using my hands to push even more his head upon my skin. He hummed and the vibration feeling that passed through his voice left me panting.

He removed his hands from my hip and pulled my shirt from inside the skirt, unbuttoning it from top to bottom. At each button Doyoung opened, he left a kiss on the exposed skin. After the last one, he stuck his tongue out and licked all the way up to my breasts, dragging the shirt down my arms and throwing it onto the floor.

Then he pressed his face between my breasts as before, following with kisses by the parts of the skin the bra failed at covering. His hands moved to the clasp of the bra, but didn’t open it.

“Can I see you?” Doyoung asked, looking at my face for permission. I nodded and he unclasped the piece of cloth, sliding it out and throwing it along to the shirt. He licked is lips and brushed his hands at my boobs, cupping them before leaving a simple kiss on each nipple. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He stated before kissing the right nipple again, with devoting licks and gentle sucks while massaging the left boob with his hand. I felt him smile and chuckle against me as I moaned from his touch. Afterwards, he switched to the other nipple but his hand traveled to his pants now tight due to the bulge trapped inside of it.

Past a few moments, Doyoung demanded me to lay down, setting a pile of pillows to keep my head higher than the rest of my body.

Still in the middle of my legs, Doyoung lifted my skirt up to my waist, exposing my underwear, which he kept looking at while unbuttoning his own shirt and unbuckling his belt. He threw both behind himself and opened his pants, but keeping them on.

His collarbones stood out as droplets of sweat rose from his neck. His torso was slim and slightly muscular, pale skin. His eyes expressed nothing but desire, hunger, as he examined my whole body. His now messy hair becoming sweaty too.

Doyoung leaned in again, putting his arms by each side of my head and pressing his pelvis on mine in shuttle movements. Automatically, my hands reached his shoulders and legs circled his small waist, bringing our bodies the closest as possible.

He moaned for the first time at my action, causing me to moan as well from that delicious sound. Doyoung kept this for a few more time, before getting on his knees again and travelling his hands through my torso until my underwear. Then he brought his face closer to my venter and pulled the soaked fabric to the side, releasing a hot breath against my cunt.

“God, you are drenched, Y/N.” He stated before running a finger through the wet folds. His thumb went to my clit, massaging it in circular motions. I moaned and felt my body melting.

Doyoung stopped his actions to open his pants drag them down enough to release his hard and glistening cock. He started removing my panties, so I lifted my legs to help it come out. As I put my legs down again, Doyoung held the piece of cloth in his left, rubbing it on his cock and thrusting his hip into his hand, eyes closed and mouth open, breathing heavily. I panted at the sigh and pressed my legs together until his eyes opened again, hungrier than before.

He dropped the panties onto the bed and used his hand to position his cock on my pussy, sliding it on my clit and then back to the entrance, repeatedly, covering himself on my wetness.

His cock looked so beautiful, hard and veiny, all wet because of me. I couldn’t help but reach my right hand to touch it, but pausing before actually touching.

“Can I touch you?” I asked. After Doyoung nodded, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, pressing it lightly and moving my head up and down. Doyoung watched my movements and sighed. Possessed by the feeling of having control over him for once, I kneeled before getting on all fours in front of him, but never stopping jerking him off.

In a boost of boldness, I went forward and pressed my lips against the tip of Doyoung’s pretty and wet cock before putting it inside my mouth. Doyoung moaned loudly and slapped my ass, making me groan as I started bobbing my head on him. I tried my best to engulf all of his dick, choking a little as my mouth reached its base.

I moved away slowly to recover my breath, letting a stripe of saliva connect my tongue to his cock. Doyoung tore it with a finger, rubbing it on my lips and chin before inserting the same finger into my mouth. I sucked at it as it was his cock, making him moan before pulling it out and sucking it himself.

His other hand moved to my chin, in a signal for me to get up. He squeezed my ass with both hands and licked my lips before going for a needy kiss.

Doyoung laid me on my back again, kissing my neck and teasing my clit with his dick.

“You have such a pretty neck, Y/N.” He spoke in the middle of kisses and little bites. “Do you mind if I choke you?”

“No.” I nodded, feeling Doyoung distance himself to watch my face. He used his right and to choke me as the left switched between pumping himself and massaging my clit. My mouth stayed open, trying to moan but incapable to do so. The blood rushed to my face as Doyoung restrained my breath. My neck pulsated under his hand. He moaned and bit his lips while choking me, removing his hand as I lightly tapped his arm in discomfort.

Doyoung took off his pants and searched for something in his wallet, which I found out to be a condom. After covering himself, he pushed my legs up in direction to my chest and trusted in. I let out a load moan as his cock filled me up. Since it was the first time he stretched me out and it was already intense, my eyes involuntarily filled with tears.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” He spoke in concern, caressing my face with one hand. “I should have fingered you first, shouldn’t I? But you feel so good tight like this around my cock.”

It was noticeable how Doyoung struggled to keep himself from moving, waiting for me to fell alright. He closed his eyes, jaw clenched as he tried to normalize his breath while I adjusted to his size.

“It’s ok, you can move.” I said softly.

He immediately started trusting, removing all but the tip of his cock and then burying it again inside my cunt. Both of us moaned as Doyoung pounded into me.

My legs rested on his shoulders and my hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him for a hungry kiss.

After breaking the kiss, Doyoung asked.

“Do I make you feel good, Y/N? Is this what you imagined?” He said, pressing his face to my neck and leaving a few kisses, before facing me to watch me answer.

“I feel so good, Doyoung.” I moaned, pushing my hips on his.

Doyoung smiled devilishly and got up, kneeling in front of me. He held my hips up, so my only support were his hands and the bed behind my shoulders. He helped the movements with his arms, making me burn from his deeper trusts.

“I can tell since you take my cock so, so well.” He pressed a kiss on my left leg and trusted a few more times before dropping my hips onto the bed again.

His trusts became sloppier as the knot on my stomach built up, and I could sense that he was near his high as well. Doyoung brought one of my legs down and placed one hand on my clit, rubbing it fast.

“Will you cum around my cock, baby?”

“Yes, Doyoung. I’m gonna cum, fuck.” I answered as my climax reached me, all my muscles tensed and I felt myself clench around Doyoung.

“Look at me while you cum, I want to see your face. Fuck.” He demanded, without stopping his trusts. I faced Doyoung’s lustful eyes and watched as he came as well.

After normalizing our breaths, Doyoung slipped out and got rid of the condom, grabbing a towel to clean us up. He left kisses from my belly to my lips, laying by my side and holding my naked body into his arms.

He kissed my forehead and whispered, before us both fell asleep.

“I hope we can repeat it. Not only the sex, but this as well.”

“Of course we can.”