#mm brain of f

[sparrow00]

When the man is so fine you’ve gotta pull out the fork

[cherishedteddie]

what if AU where there is no Mikasa and instead Armin is an Ackerman

hmmmmmmmmmmmm dark haired Armin

[cumironi]

ARE YOU A GOOD GIRL? jjk men.

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,

GOJO SATORU

your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”

but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.

“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”

your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”

he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”

your walls fluttered around him. violently.

his eyes widened.

“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”

you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”

your face was burning. “shut up—”

but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.

“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”

you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.

“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”

your hips bucked hard.

“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”

his strokes picked up. so did his words.

“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”

your orgasm hit like a truck.

you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.

“f-fuck—holy shit—”

he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”

you were still trembling.

“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”

and he meant that in every way possible.

GETO SUGURU

it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.

he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.

you didn’t.

so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.

“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”

you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.

he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.

his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”

you tried to look away.

“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”

you shook your head. a clear lie.

“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”

you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.

“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”

he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.

“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”

you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.

“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”

your body locked up.

he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”

and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.

he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.

“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”

you blinked up at him, dazed.

he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”

and the worst part? you knew he would.

NANAMI KENTO

you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.

so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.

“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”

your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.

and when he slid inside you?

oh god.

the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.

and then—you clenched around him. tight.

the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”

your mouth parted. you hesitated.

he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.

“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”

he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.

“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

you whimpered.

he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”

you broke. you fucking broke.

your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.

“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”

you hid your face in his neck.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”

and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”

you nearly sobbed.

he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.

“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”

he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.

“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

and knowing him? he meant it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.

"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."

“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.

you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.

“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”

he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—

“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.

and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.

he paused.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”

you stayed quiet. trembling.

he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.

“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”

you whined, breath hitching, face burning.

toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”

his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”

and just like that, you shattered.

you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.

“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”

he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.

“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”

you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.

he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”

and you knew—knew—he meant every word.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.

you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.

he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.

and you were a mess already.

“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”

your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.

his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”

you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.

and that was all he needed.

sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.

“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”

his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”

you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.

he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.

“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”

your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.

“fuck—look at you.”

he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”

you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.

and then he said it—soft, low, raw:

“that’s my good girl.”

you shattered.

back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.

“knew you were filthy for me.”

kiss.

“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”

kiss.

“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”

you didn’t doubt it for a second.

and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.

SHIU KONG

it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?

you knew what you were doing.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.

his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.

“get in the back. now.”

you didn’t argue.

the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.

“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”

your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.

his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.

“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

and then, a little slower:

“…do you like that?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”

you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.

his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.

“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”

he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.

“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”

then—he tried it.

soft, breathless, dangerous:

“good girl.”

your whole body clenched.

he stilled.

“…no way.”

he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.

“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”

you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.

he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”

and he did.

over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.

“good girl.”

“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”

he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.

and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?

he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.

“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”

HIROMI HIGURUMA

the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.

he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.

his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.

“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”

and you whimpered.

he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.

his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.

“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”

your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.

he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”

your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.

“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”

your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.

his voice dropped lower, rougher.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?”

you nodded helplessly.

he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.

“do it. cum for me.”

then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:

“be a good girl and cum for me.”

you broke.

your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.

and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”

you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.

his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.

“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.

“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”

and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.

[emisluvr]

omg breeding with jake i need

ooo yum.. i love this so muchie anon

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), breeding kink, cum play, unprotected sex, degradation + praise

jake always finishes inside.

he loves it messy, liked knowing he could leave a part of himself in you, his cum. something about the way you would squirm beneath him, all fucked out and ruined while his cum dripped down from your core all the way to your thighs turned him on.

"f-fuck, baby," he stutters, thumb pressing against the bulge in your lower tummy. "look at that. you take me so fuckin’ well, always do."

he's obsessed, like genuinely addicted to the idea of filling you up, fucking you deep enough. his skin is sticky, hair messy and damp from sweat, and his chest is heaving.

"gonna fill you up so good, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow." he pants, driving his cock inside you deeper until he reaches your cervix, making your eyes roll back and mouth fall slightly open.

"mm, fuck! jake!" you scream out, grabbing onto his forearms for support, but he instead takes your wrists and pins them down on either side of your head.

"not yet," he softly groans. "you wanted this, right? then take it, baby. lemme breed this pretty pussy."

gosh, the way he says it makes your pussy squeeze around him tighter.. if it isn't already.

his thrusts get messier, cock twitching inside you as he loses it. then he’s slamming in one last time, groaning and whining above you as you feel his cum shoot inside you, warm and deep.

you're catching your breath, brain turned into mush and legs feeling like jelly.

he stays like that, buried deep, face burying into your neck while he presses soft kisses on your skin.

"don’t move yet," he whispers. "wanna keep it in a little longer.. just like that, baby."

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[twilightofthesandwiches]

When talking about the distinction between Simon Petrikov and the Ice King,  it’s important to remember that originally, the Crown wasn’t trying to turn Simon into Ice King -

It was trying to turn him into this guy.

At the time, the Ice Crown - or rather the Wishing Crown - was programmed with Gunther’s wish to become Evergreen. So everything related to making the current wearer like Evergreen is a very direct result of the Crown’s Magic. The physical changes -

And the obsession with the name ‘Gunther’ -

And maybe some of the irritability and anger issues -

That is something the Crown is very directly forcing unto its current wielder. 

But everything else?

Ice King, personality-wise, was not much like Evergreen at all, or even like Gunther's view of him. And Ice Finn of the Farmworld Universe was also pretty different from the both of them.

At the time, I remember people assumed Ice Finn’s behavior is more indicative of what the Crown is actually trying to do with its wielders. That Ice King is so different because of Simon’s subconscious resistance against the Crown - while Finn’s much younger and dumber brain is a lot susceptible to the Curse’s influence to become some sort of mad world-conquering emperor of ice and snow. 

But, with the context of the Crown’s actual backstory. That doesn’t seem very likely anymore. I think what’s actually happening there is that the Crown is just trying to make its wielder an Ice Wizard on par with Evergreen (who was the Actual Goddam Ice Elemental) and that means pumping the wielder’s brain so full of Magic, Madness and Sadness to a level that is bound to overwhelm anyone.

And Simon’s and Farmworld Finn’s very different behaviors after putting on the crown is indicative, more than anything, of how their psyche reacts to Madness and Sadness in general. You know, Finn has a very proactive and kinda aggressive personality - and you add Crown-induced-Madness-and-Sadness and a compulsion to use Ice Magic as much as possible and you get all of…. this 

Meanwhile, for Simon, the compulsions of the Crown originally filtered exclusively via the language of protection 

As his madness always manifested as romantic obsession 

And using goofy humor to try and deny the pain he’s going through 

Because that’s how Simon’s mind specifically reacts to being flooded with so much Madness and Sadness.

That’s why there’s so many parallels between Ice King and the sort of mistakes and screwed-up stuff Simon does right now! He’s even kidnapping people again!

Because the Madness and Sadness of Ice King might’ve been induced by the Crown, but now Simon has plenty of personal home-grown Madness and Sadness inside him - and it’s no surprise that Curse-Induced or not, his mind reacts to it in a sorta-similar way. (Although obviously not as intensely, again, there was a LOT of MMS in the Ice Crown).

Now as for Ice Thing, and the fact that he seems to be actually rather well-adjusted under effects of his version of the Wishing Crown. I mean... not by the time of the 1000+ Era, but that’s literally eons in the future and also maybe more Gibbon’s fault. Even if the Crown will eventually take some sort of toll on him, for now he seems to be doing pretty well considering his wish. I mean, there's still some sort of Loss of Identity stuff going on

But everything we've seen of Ice Thing (in the present day, at least) shows him as a friendly and cheerful individual that gets along well with others. A far cry from how maladjusted every single wielder of the Ice Crown acted.

At the very least, if there's any notable amount of Sadness in him, we really haven't seen it yet.

There might be several factors here:

First things first, I should acknowledge the possibility that it’s just that Orgalorg’s eldritch brain is better at intaking all that MMS juice. That could play a part, but I think it’s probably more important, at least thematically, to look at the distinction between ‘I wish to be Evergreen’ and ‘I wish to be Ice King’. 

First in the sense that while Ice King was occasionally mean to Gunter at times - he was generally much kinder than Evergreen ever was for ‘his’ Gunther. So, like, pretty much the one Personality Flaw of Ice King that you can directly link to the Ice Crown’s attempt to mimic Evergreen is the occasional anger issues.

And how they relate to Gunther’s view of Evergreen, so grumpy and controlling and constantly saying ‘NO!’

(Both Finn and Simon’s demonstrable not-crown-induced trauma responses can make them pretty short-tempered as well. So I’m not going to say this is purely the effects of the Crown. It still probably plays some sort of factor at why the wielder of the Ice Crown is Like That).

And that is not a factor in how Gunter views Ice King. For him, Ice King was a doting and loving father figure - so if the Crown was ever trying to implement any sort of specific negative personality traits, this is absolutely no longer a factor. Because the original Ice Crown was a reflection of Evergreen’s abuse, and now Ice Thing is a reflection of Ice King’s fatherly love.

Which is, itself, probably an echo or remnant of Simon’s own strong parental instincts. 

Secondly, while the Crown was trying to make the Ice King just as powerful as Evergreen…. Ice King was obviously not as powerful as Evergreen. Because he was already a second-rate copy of the Ice Elemental’s power, and because Ice King was often just too doofy to use his powers correctly and probably because some remnant of Simon’s original sensible self is subconsciously holding his powers back.

Either way, being ‘like Ice King’ as Gunter sees him requires less Magic than being ‘like Evergreen’ as Gunther saw him - and therefore less Madness and Sadness. Leading to the wearer or, um, the eater being a lot more well-adjusted from the get-go.

And I think that the implication that Ice Thing has fused with the Crown, so there's never going to be another poor sap who puts on the Crown and gets Ice King'd. But if there is one somehow... at least the process is going to be less mentally detrimental that time around?

Maybe one day Simon could look back and appreciate how much he (or Ice King, or both of them, or however you want to look at the situation) is responsible for basically neutralizing the Crown that ruined his life in the first place.

[enhaflixer]

bf!riki x f!reader - waking you up with head HARD HOURS fic (18+ MDNI)

The first thing you register is warmth. Not just from the sheets tangled around you, but from something hot and wet, something slow and rhythmic, something that makes you hum softly in your sleep before your body even catches up with your brain.

It’s familiar.

It’s him.

Your legs twitch, shifting instinctively, but the firm grip on your thighs keeps you spread open, keeps you right where he wants you. There’s no hesitation in the way he’s licking into you, no slow teasing like he’s trying to wake you gently—no, Riki is devouring you, just like he always does. Like he’s been doing this for years.

Your body shudders, breath hitching, and you try to roll your hips, but his hands tighten in warning.

“Shh,” he murmurs against your skin, lips brushing over your soaked, swollen clit, and fuck—his voice is so deep and raspy, thick with sleep, but there’s that lazy amusement in it too, that smugness that makes you burn. “Relax, baby. Let me wake you up properly.”

Your fingers twitch in the sheets, a sleepy whimper slipping past your lips as his tongue flicks against you, slow and deliberate, sending little shocks of pleasure up your spine.

“Mm, there you are,” he hums, pressing a slow, obscene kiss right against your clit. “Knew you wouldn’t last long.”

You let out a soft, choked sound, hips jerking, and Riki just chuckles, his grip keeping you right where he wants you.

“How many times have I woken you up like this, huh?” he muses, voice low and teasing, like he’s just making casual morning conversation while he’s got his face buried between your legs. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”

“Riki,” you finally gasp, voice still thick with sleep, breathless from how wrecked you already are.

“Mm?” His tongue drags down, slow and filthy, lapping at you so softly it makes you ache.

“Y-you’re—” Your voice catches as he sucks your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing, his groan vibrating against you.

“Me? What?” he murmurs, voice smug as ever, his fingers pressing into your thighs, keeping you spread wide. “Being a good boyfriend?”

You whimper, toes curling in the sheets, your legs trembling as he keeps up those slow, lazy strokes with his tongue—like he has all the time in the world, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing than licking you open first thing in the morning.

“Yeah,” he mutters, pressing his tongue flat against you and giving a long, slow lick. “Thought so.”

Your fingers find his hair, gripping tight, and you feel him grin against you before he really starts working you over, his tongue flicking, lapping, his mouth moving in that perfect rhythm that he knows makes you fall apart.

“You close?” he asks after a moment, his voice so casual you could almost miss the fact that he’s ruining you completely.

“Riki—fuck—”

He laughs, breath warm against your slick skin. “That’s a yes.”

And then he locks his lips around your clit and sucks hard, his fingers finally slipping down to join his mouth, pressing into you so perfectly that you’re gone in an instant, back arching, mouth falling open on a shaky moan as your whole body convulses under him.

Riki groans, lapping you up as you shudder through it, sucking you through your high, not stopping until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation, trying to squirm away.

Only then does he finally pull back, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before stretching out beside you like he didn’t just wreck you first thing in the morning.

“See?” he murmurs, voice smug and pleased with himself. “Way better than an alarm clock.”

You barely have the energy to roll over and smack his chest, but he just grins, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Morning, baby,” he whispers.

[jinxvex]

that sevika free use fic literally made me smoke a cigarette on my front porch. i like the idea of being fucked to tears but it’s an even more appealing idea of being so brainless that all u can do is laugh and moan about it. i think sevika would like seeing u that way honestly

this is so hot: "i like the idea of being fucked to tears but it’s an even more appealing idea of being so brainless that all u can do is laugh and moan about it."

i'm SO convinced sevika's favorite way to get you all brainless 'n dumb is bending you over and fucking you rough in doggy… you’d be so obedient for her.

cw: free use, degradation, breeding, roughness, pure filth...

your back is arched, face pressing into the mattress and arms limp beside you. i’ve written this before but it never gets old. it’s just so easy to get your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, eyebrows furrowing with your mouth, and cunt gaping wide open for her.

sevika, of course, is drilling so deep inside you to get you like this, cock pressing painfully yet deliciously against the spongey spot of your cervix—with the disgusting sloshing and skin-slapping noises to prove it. her wide hips are grinding against your ass, fast and rough, but precise and purposeful. she’s fucking you practically to death to get you stupid and pliant. you’re so easy. so easy to pin down, fuck, and breed.

you, of course, are practically brain-dead at how overwhelmingly full your pussy is; we all know her strap is huge. again, it’s purposeful, she loves seeing you so slutty and dumb for her, so willing to take anything she gives you including cruel treatment. the only thing you can do at this moment is moan into the pillows and fuck your ass back on her so her dick can go as far inside you as possible. you’re completely cockdrunk. all you can do is moan and giggle—like you’ve taken some sort of drug.

“mmph!! mm-da- hah!! f-fu-,” you let out a series of incoherent babbles as she continues her assault on your greedy pussy. at this point, your hole has created a nasty white ring around her cock—maybe as a means to thank her for giving you want you so desperately crave. dick. you’re truly just a cock hungry whore, starving for whatever she gives you.

“what? huh?! can’t even fuckin’ talk, can you?” she emphasizes her words by thrusting harder into you, faux balls grazing against your neglected clit. your cunt squelches even louder, doing all the talking for you. she leans back slightly, her newly chopped blunt haircut falling over her eyes. sevika places her large hands (yes she has her mech hand) on each ass cheek and spreads—just to see how good your cunt looks clutching her cock, so desperate to cling on to her. “i’ve got my dick so deep in your slutty little pussy it has you all fucked up, hmm?”

her crude words have you shrinking further into your already brainless state. still, all you can do is giggle. your laughs are mixed with clipped moans because of how harsh her thrusts are, cutting off the sounds escaping your throat before they’re fully formed.

“y-ye- hmfph!! haa- he,” your laughs are comparable to the sounds porn stars make in their movies. loud and full of need—like you’re putting on a show just for her. just to get her feral enough to ruin you.

“shhh, ‘s okay. you don’t have to talk, doll.” she poses faux sympathy for you before gripping your ass to fuck you back on her. “yeah, shut the fuck up. shut it. want you to sit there and take this dick. take it.”

she quickens her pace, slamming into you and removing her hand on your ass to press your back into an even more painful arch. the action causes you to let out a sharp gasp, surprise evident in your voice at her truly animalistic ways. the slick spilling from your pussy squirts out from between your bodies and drenches your inner thighs.

you, laying immobile and motionless on your mattress still speak no identifiable words. your head in sevika-shaped clouds and obsessed with her ruthlessness. sevika could pin you down, grip onto you like she hated your guts, and hurt you immensely, but it'd still be love.

"da- f-fu, s-se, hmm!" you chuckle, smiling lazily into the covers.

she lets out a throaty laugh, "s-shit. you'd just let me do anything to this pretty body, wouldn't you? maybe you'll even let me breed this little pussy... you'd take it, yeah? you'd take my load in this tight little cunt 'n let me put a baby into you? make you a mommy?"

"mhm! puh-please!"

and finally, after forever, you utter an expression that is coherent.

"then cum on this dick. cum on this shit so you're easier to breed."

...

ok! so this was way longer than i intended it to be...

[straw-berrysoju]

STUDY BREAK PART 2: ORAL EXAM (18+)

Part 1 : study break

Pairing: Seungcheol x !female reader

Setting: college classroom (psychology majors)

Themes: study partners, college setting, power play, public risk, control, obedienceD/s dynamics, power play, public risk, Freudian dirty talk, degradation praise mix, voyeurism (soft), obedience, teasing, edging, oral (f receiving), fingering, permission to watch

Word count: \~3.3k

Rating: Explicit / 18+ only

minors dni!

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📱 [21:56] Seungcheol:

Lecture Hall B. Tomorrow. After classes.

Oral exam on Freud.

No panties.

You stared at the message so long your phone dimmed twice. You bit your lip.

Not because you were shocked but because you felt your body react immediately.

Heat pooled between your thighs, your core pulsing at the simple dominance in his tone.

---

The next day, you couldn’t focus in class. You didn’t bother wearing anything under your skirt.

Even during lectures, every movement reminded you of it: the raw skin-on-fabric friction, the cool air between your legs, the dirty knowledge that if anyone looked closely, they’d see.

And Seungcheol?

He sat behind you during your shared afternoon elective like nothing was different—cool, calm, taking notes. He hadn’t even looked at you once. The only moment he acknowledged you was when he stood up to leave and leaned down, lips grazing your ear.

“Hope you studied, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I expect you to perform.”

Your knees nearly buckled.

---

When you step into Lecture Hall B later, the classroom is mostly dark except for a few desk lights still glowing faintly. It’s the one they use for after-hours tutoring or private bookings. You glance around. Empty.

Then—

A throat clears.

You turn and find him already seated near the front of the room, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, glasses sliding low on his nose.

“Close the door,” he says.

Your fingers move before your brain does.

He watches as you walk toward him, hips swaying slightly now that you're painfully aware of how little you’re wearing.

“On the desk,” he says. “Facing me.”

You sit at the wide professor’s desk near the podium, heart hammering.

He stands and walks up slowly, placing a stack of note cards next to you.

“Today’s topic,” he says, voice low, “is Freud’s psychosexual stages. You’re going to recite each one. Tell me the age range, the fixation behavior, and what unresolved conflict leads to dysfunction in that stage.”

You blink. “Is this a real test or—”

“Don’t interrupt,” he snaps, but his smirk betrays him. “And no stuttering. Every mistake earns a consequence.”

You sit up straighter. “Consequences?”

“Teasing. Edging. Denial. You know,” he says, voice like velvet. “Motivators.”

You swallow.

“Let’s begin.”

He flicks a note card over. “Stage one.”

You steady your breath.

“The oral stage,” you begin. “Birth to around 18 months. The focus is on the mouth—feeding, sucking. If fixation occurs—”

He cuts you off by stepping between your legs, spreading them wider with his thigh.

“Correct,” he murmurs. “And what kind of behavior results from oral fixation?”

Your breath hitches. “Nail-biting. Smoking. Oral dependence… compulsive eating or talking…”

He leans in closer, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “And what else, sweetheart?”

You know what he wants.

You whisper, “Craving oral stimulation.”

He hums in approval. “Good girl.”

His hand slips beneath your skirt, fingers brushing your bare, already-damp folds.

“God,” he murmurs, “you’re soaked already? You do love being a textbook case, don’t you?”

You gasp as he draws a finger up your slit—not entering, not yet—just teasing the slickness there.

“Next stage,” he says, flicking another card.

“The anal stage,” you pant, struggling to focus. “18 months to three years. Focus on bowel control and retention.”

He circles your clit slowly.

“And fixation?”

“Compulsive cleanliness… or messiness. Control issues.”

“Mm. I can tell you’re not in control right now,” he whispers. “Which means you’re mine to manage.”

You nod, almost dazed, hips bucking slightly into his touch.

He pulls his hand away.

“Next.”

“Phallic stage,” you rush out. “Ages three to six. Focus on genitals. Development of the Oedipus complex in boys, Electra in girls—”

His lips are suddenly right against your neck.

“And how does the Electra complex present?” he asks, voice a rasp.

“Girls desire their father. View mother as rival. Crave male attention to resolve the conflict.”

He tugs you forward. “And what are you craving right now, baby?”

You whisper, “You.”

His breath hitches. “Say it louder.”

“I want you,” you plead. “Please—”

“Shh.” He smirks. “Still two stages left.”

You sob out a laugh. “I can’t—”

“You can. Be my good girl.”

You breathe hard, trying to steady yourself.

“Latency stage,” you say shakily. “Six to twelve. Sexual urges go dormant. Focus shifts to intellectual pursuits—school, friendships…”

He smirks. “Might be your weakest stage. You’re not doing much studying.”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

He pinches your thigh. “Don’t brat.”

You whimper.

“And the last?”

“Genital stage,” you gasp. “Puberty onward. Mature sexual interests. Healthy development depends on resolving earlier conflicts.”

He hums. “Think you’re in the genital stage now?”

“Cheol…”

“Answer.”

“Yes,” you whine. “Please—”

He drops to his knees.

You barely have time to breathe before his mouth is on you—tongue sliding over your soaked folds, lips sealing around your clit. You cry out, legs twitching, thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck—Cheol—”

His grip on your hips tightens as he devours you. Long licks, firm pressure, alternating with soft sucks that make your vision blur. You buck against his mouth, already so close it’s unbearable.

And just when you're about to come—

He pulls back.

You sob.

“Did I say you could finish?” he asks, mouth slick with your arousal.

You shake your head furiously. “No—please—I’ll be good—”

He’s about to go back in when—

Click.

The door opens.

You freeze.

Seungcheol freezes.

A soft male voice stammers from the back of the room: “Shit—oh my god—I didn’t—I didn’t know someone was—”

It’s Jun.

The quiet kid who always seems to hover near the back row. Always early to class. Always scribbling in the margins of his psych readings. Never the type to make a sound unless directly called on.

And now—

He's standing in the open doorway of the lecture hall.

Backpack slung on one shoulder. Eyes wide.

And those eyes are locked onto you.

Propped up on the professor’s desk.

Skirt hitched above your waist.

Seungcheol’s head still between your thighs.

Your whole body seizes, and your first instinct is to shove your skirt down, scramble off the desk, and disappear into the floor.

But Seungcheol?

He doesn’t even flinch.

His head lifts, tongue slow against his bottom lip, savoring the taste of your arousal like it’s honey. He

doesn’t even bother wiping his mouth.

His hand stays possessively on your thigh as he turns lazily toward the door.

“You're early,” he says to Jun, voice calm. Almost amused.

Jun opens his mouth. Closes it.

Then: “I—I left my laptop charger. In the front row, I thought no one—”

“You saw plenty.”

Jun flushes violently, about to step back. “I’m so sorry—I’ll leave, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t,” Seungcheol says, voice suddenly sharp.

Jun freezes.

You, breathless and still dizzy from the orgasm Seungcheol just ripped from you moments ago, blink down at him. “Cheol—?”

Seungcheol’s gaze flicks to you. And it softens, just enough. “You okay?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Y-Yeah.”

“Color?”

“Still green.”

That earns a smile. One he throws over his shoulder toward Jun next.

“You interrupted an exam,” Seungcheol says. “It’s only polite you stay for the rest.”

Jun visibly swallows. “Wait, what?”

Seungcheol stands fully now, brushing his palm along your thigh. His fingers are wet with you, and you feel heat climb back into your chest at the thought of how visible it all is.

“Don’t worry,” Seungcheol tells Jun smoothly, “you don’t have to participate. You just get front row seats.”

Jun looks between the two of you—your blown-out expression, your trembling thighs, the wetness glistening on Seungcheol’s chin.

“I—” he stammers. “She… wants that?”

Seungcheol steps aside, letting you have the floor.

His voice drops. “It’s her choice.”

You swallow thickly, pulse roaring in your ears.

You don’t even look at Jun.

Your eyes stay on Seungcheol.

And you whisper, “Yes.”

His smile turns downright feral. “Good girl.”

“Back on the desk,” he orders.

You do as told—shaky legs lifting as you ease back into position, skirt riding up again, your pussy still twitching from the last round.

He bends over you again. Mouth so close you can feel the heat of it against your core. You glance past him now, to the row of seats where Jun has quietly sunk into the corner desk, his laptop charger now forgotten on the floor by his feet.

He’s leaning forward, expression unreadable, legs slightly apart, hands in his lap.

Watching.

You feel the burn of humiliation lick at the edges of your stomach—and then melt, replaced by something darker. Filthier. Hotter.

Seungcheol starts slow this time. Deliberately slow.

He presses open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, working his way up, dragging his tongue just shy of where you need it. His breath is warm. His grip is firm.

“You hear that?” he murmurs. “He’s watching how sweet you look like this. Spread open. Dripping. Needy.”

You moan.

“And you love it. Don’t you?” His lips brush your clit—just once. “You love being watched.”

You don’t want to say it. You can’t say it.

But your hips lift, chasing his mouth.

Your body betrays you.

Seungcheol chuckles darkly. “Knew it.”

Then he finally puts his mouth on you again—and this time, there’s no mercy.

He licks and sucks with intention, with heat, his nose bumping your clit as he tongues your entrance. Your thighs are shaking, your toes curling against the cool wood of the desk. You try to bite your hand to stay quiet, but he catches your wrist and pins it to your side.

“No hiding,” he growls. “Be loud for me.”

And god—you are.

Your moans echo through the empty room, bouncing off the walls, reverberating between the seats. Jun doesn’t make a sound, but you can feel his stare—hot and focused and fixed right where Seungcheol is licking you apart.

And then—without warning—Cheol adds a finger.

Then two.

He fucks them into you slowly, curling just right, tongue circling your clit as your orgasm builds again, fast, like it’s sprinting up your spine.

You’re whimpering now, helpless. “Cheol—Cheol—I’m gonna—”

He doesn’t stop.

Your body bows. Your mouth drops open, and you come hard around his fingers, slick pouring out of you in waves. You’re crying out now—no control, no shame, nothing but pleasure and that filthy, heady knowledge that you’re being watched.

He pulls his fingers from you slowly, deliberately. Brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, never breaking eye contact.

With Jun.

Then he looks at you again. “One more?”

Your head lolls back. “Please.”

He kisses your thigh gently.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Lesson’s not over yet

Seungcheol doesn’t let you breathe long.

He stands, slowly pushing his hoodie sleeves back up his forearms, then grabs your waist with both hands and spins you around on the desk.

Now you’re bent forward, cheek against the cool wood, eyes facing the classroom.

Facing Jun

His knuckles are white around the edge of the seat. His face flushed, eyes locked on the slick mess between your thighs. And the new shape of Seungcheol behind you—his belt already unbuckling with a quiet clink that echoes in your ears.

"Keep your legs spread, give him a good view of this pretty pussy," Seungcheol says behind you, voice calm, dangerous. “Back arched. Palms flat.”

You obey instantly.

You feel the head of his cock against your entrance, hot and heavy, teasing—just the tip brushing through your folds.

Then he leans forward over your back, mouth to your ear.

"You want him to see what a good girl looks like when she gets fucked for real?"

You moan, helplessly. “Yes.”

He thrusts in slow and deep—one smooth stroke—and you choke on a cry.

It’s too much, too thick, too intense after how sensitive you are from coming twice.

Your body clamps around him, involuntary, and he groans against your neck.

“God, you’re fucking tight. You love this, don’t you?”

You can’t speak. Just nod, barely holding yourself up as he starts to move—deep, strong strokes that push you forward on the desk.

And every sound—your breath, your wetness, the slap of skin against skin—is audible. Loud. Raw.

For Jun.

"Eyes up," Seungcheol orders. "I want you to look at him while I ruin you."

You lift your head—and meet Jun’s stare. He’s breathing heavily now. His pants are tight across his lap. But he hasn’t moved his hands.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Seungcheol growls without even turning around. “You haven’t earned that.”

Jun stiffens in his seat. “Y-Yes, sir.”

You gasp—sir.

Seungcheol smirks. “Oh? He learns quick.”

He fucks you harder.

You whimper, body shaking, struggling to keep your eyes on Jun, but the humiliation—the arousal—keeps you pinned in place.

Then Seungcheol stops.

You sob at the loss of friction.

And hear the shuffle of paper.

He’s grabbed your flashcards.

He flips one. Reads it.

“Define ‘reaction formation,’” he says casually.

You blink, dazed. “W-What?”

He thrusts in sharply. You yelp.

“Define it.”

You scramble for the answer. “It’s—a defense mechanism. When someone behaves in a way that’s opposite of their actual feelings.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, rolling his hips deeper. “Example?”

“Someone—” You moan. “Someone hating someone, but acting overly friendly.”

“Mm. Like pretending you’re innocent when you really want to be used like a toy?” he coos.

You whimper, thighs trembling.

Seungcheol turns around.

“Jun. Get up.”

Jun hesitates—then obeys, walking slowly down the aisle toward the front.

You tense.

Seungcheol notices.

“Color?”

You whisper, “Green.”

He nods. “Good.”

“Closer,” he tells Jun. “Stand right here.”

Jun stops beside the desk. You can’t even look at him—face flushed, body exposed, Seungcheol buried deep inside you.

“Hold the flashcards,” Seungcheol says.

Jun takes them with shaky fingers.

“Read the next one.”

Jun swallows. “Uh. ‘Displacement.’”

Seungcheol pulls out halfway and slams back in. You sob.

“Displacement,” you pant. “When someone takes out their emotions on a safer target. Like—yelling at your roommate when you're mad at your professor.”

Seungcheol hums, lips brushing your shoulder. “Guess you’re the target now, huh?”

“Next card,” he commands.

Jun fumbles. “Um—‘Transference.’”

You try to focus, body twitching from the rhythm of Seungcheol’s thrusts, your slick pouring down your thighs.

“Transference is—” you moan, “redirecting feelings meant for one person onto another. Like… projecting parental issues onto a therapist.”

Seungcheol grunts. “Or a professor’s desk, maybe.”

He grabs your wrists, pins them behind your back with one hand. His other hand curls around your throat, gently but firmly.

“Jun,” he says, calm. “Describe what you see.”

Jun chokes. “I—she’s bent over. Y-You’re—fucking her. Her thighs are shaking.”

“Her pussy?” Seungcheol growls. “What’s it doing?”

Jun’s voice is nearly a whisper. “It’s… wet. It’s gripping you.”

“Good,” Seungcheol says darkly. “Now watch what happens when I tell her not to come.”

He leans down to your ear. “You don’t come until I say.”

You bite your lip hard. “Yes, sir.”

And then he ruins you.

He pounds into you harder, rougher, the desk creaking beneath your hips. Your moans are sobs now, pleasure high and sharp, right at the edge—but held back, barely.

“Beg,” he growls.

“Please, please, please—” you chant. “I need to come, sir, please—I’ll be good—”

He slams into you deep and stills.

“Come.”

You break apart.

A scream wrenched from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you—blinding, body-wrecking, wet and messy and loud.

Seungcheol fucks you through it until you collapse against the desk, limp and twitching.

Jun is still frozen at your side, panting, sweating.

“Put the cards down,” Seungcheol tells him. “You’re done.”

Jun obeys silently.

Seungcheol kisses your shoulder, then your cheek.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You nod slowly. “Still green.”

He smiles. “God, you’re perfect.”

Then he turns to Jun.

“Leave,” he says. “And keep your mouth shut. About everything.”

Jun blinks. “Y-Yeah. Of course.”

And then he’s gone—almost running out of the room—leaving you panting and dripping on the professor’s desk, with Seungcheol still inside you, smiling like the devil.

He slowly pulls out, hands steadying your hips as he helps you sit up — not rushing, not letting go until you’re upright and leaning back against his chest. You’re still trembling, thighs sticky and soaked, mascara smudged under your eyes, your blouse halfway undone. You feel used. Exposed.

And utterly adored.

He strokes your hair and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You were so good, babygirl”

Seungcheol breathes hard, smirking.

“Today's lesson is over”

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tagging everyone who requested part 2:

@cherrylovescheol @coffee4koo @sseungcheols

[mihanisms]

another yan!caleb drabble

— back on my caleb shenanigans....i need this man so bad. also a tribute to me getting painful signal And a manifestation for me to get his myth cards infold Please Pleeeease Please

— overstimulation, mindbreak, pathetic mean switchy yandere caleb because i think he needs to apologize to us by fucking both his and our brains out. very obsessive / hate-fucky undertones and BREEDING KINK! MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY AND BABY TRAPPING! you have been warned...also this is kind of monologuey from his perspective? idk my brain just shit this out

You were mad at Caleb. You were mad at Caleb. You were mad at-

Fuck, you couldn't even pretend that you had any remaining hostility for him when he was fucking your brains out just right, whimpering out your name like a prayer. "'M sorry for leaving you, princess, I- fuck wouldn't have 'f I didn't need to-" He buries his face into your shoulder, muffling the slew of curses spilling from his mouth, lost in the feeling of your cunt squeezing him just right.

You had lost the amount of time the two of you had been at this, your mind hardwired to the feeling of his cock pounding you, the sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans mingling together being the only thing filling up the room.

Suddenly, Caleb's hands move to your thighs, folding you in a mating press and it only felt better, like he was hitting the deepest parts of you now. You could only moan louder and claw at his back, eyes rolling back as your legs shake in his grip. He lets out a soft whine, his mind turning to mush at the vice grip of your pussy. "Princess, god you feel so good, you're taking me just right-" His thrusts only grow more vigorous, wanting to map out every inch of you and ingrain it into his brain.

Your mind felt like it was spinning from the amount of pleasure you were receiving, from Caleb's cock repeatedly drilling into you and the rapid, short gasps of air he was taking. "You think- you think you can take one more f'me, baby?" You could only muster up a quick nod, but that doesn't satisfy him. Letting one of your legs go, he slows down his thrusts and tilts up your head, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Use your words, princess. can you take one more for me?"

It takes a while for you to gather the mushed-up words in your head and force them out of your mouth, but you manage a shaky "M-Mm, I can- I can take one more f'you, Caleb. Pl-ease just one moaaah-!"

Whatever you were about to say gets cut off by your boyfriend resuming his harsh thrusts, his hand moving down from your face to press on the slight bulge now peeking from your stomach. "Good, you can take it..." At this point, his eyes were wild with hunger, greedily drinking in each and every one of your reactions - the tears pricking at your eyes, the drool leaking from the side of your mouth, all of it he committed to memory. This was all because of him. The sight drives him to the brink, his hips moving faster and faster as he loses himself in the feeling of you, everything that was welling up inside him threatening to spill over - both figuratively and literally.

Caleb was panting like a dog in heat with every move he made, his desperation of wanting to fuck you mirroring your desperation to get fucked. You, you, you, you. More, more, more, more. He wanted more, he wanted to consume you, to envelop your very being with his own so that he was the only person you could see, touch, and talk to. You two would never have to be separated again, not by his will or anyone else's.

With every gasp for breath that you took, Caleb's desire to have you intensified, his obsessiveness spilling out of his mouth without a second thought - you were too fucked out to understand anything he was saying, anyways.

"Fuck princess, you reaaaally like getting fucked like this, dont'ya? Getting used like a dirty fuckin' slut, my dirty fuckin' slut? Think i'm gonna get you all nice and filled up, keep you here with me hm? You'd be a good mother i just know it-" The thought of mini you's and him's running around had his eyes rolling back, his legs quivering and his balls tightening up in preparation for his release.

"I really think- I really think this one'll be it, princess. You finally won't be able to leave me, not when you've been stuffed full of my cum and babies, and fuck- Everyone'll just have to accept that i'm yours and you're mine, and nothing-" Caleb's mind is fuzzy, lost in his fantasies as he drills into you, right on the precipice of ruin, "nothing will ever come between us again."

In your state of mind, you were able to make out nothing but the mix of roughness and possessiveness in his voice, yet you were still able to sense the overflowing love he had for you, no matter what it was that he was saying. Already way past your limit, his cock bullying your abused hole leads you to orgasm one last time, a pathetic mewl leaving you as your body spasms and your juices flow down onto him.

The pitiful sound that comes from you and the way your body shakes underneath his was caleb's last straw, his cock spurting out ropes of cum into your waiting pussy. He's left panting and grunting, eyes transfixed on the way your cum had mixed together. "You look so...so pretty like this, princess..." He then collapses on top of you, the hours of sex taking its toll on him as he grinds into you a few more times before going limp, his chest rising up and down rapidly with yours as he tries to catch his breath - and you, your consciousness.

With the remaining strength he had, he manages to move you both to the cleaner side of the bed, pulling out his softening cock from your sopping hole. He leaves a tender kiss on one of the many marks he had left throughout the night, but not before gently prying your legs apart to clean up any remaining cum you had on your legs and pushing it back into you. He couldn't forget what he had just promised you, now could he?

Satisfied with his work and feeling lulled by your soft, shaky breaths, Caleb decides that any further aftercare would be given once the both of you had recharged, his arms that were previously just used to hold you down now wrapping around your body as he slots himself right behind you, joining you in comfortable, well-earned sleep.

a/n: i hope this was a coherent fic, lowkey I wrote this gone as fuck at 3 in the morning so I'm sorry if it's a bit janky

[lucysgraybird]

your first time with clark kent...

cw: size kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex & fingering (f receiving)

clark kent is, before all, gentle. despite the brute force he's capable of, every touch tonight has been sweeter than honey. when he needs you laying down, he cups the back of your neck as he kisses you deep, slow, and guides your head to the mattress. by the time his mouth is trailing clumsily over your sternum, it feels as though it weighs something only he could lift, pressing each breath back into your body. clark props his chin on your hip, a concerned light in his blue eyes.

"this okay?" he murmurs, even the syllabic bob of his chin so close to where you're so desperate for him worsening the ache there.

"need you," you plead by way of a response. the whine in your voice has clark biting back a groan and dipping his head, his tousled curls (your doing) brushing the inside of your thigh.

soon, though, you're getting exactly what you wanted. what clark lacks in experience he makes up in enthusiasm and care, and he's giving his all to the way he's working you open on his tongue and on two thick fingers. it's a little messy and the sounds are debauched, but quickly he's crawling back up and kissing the taste of two orgasms into your mouth. he's trying to suppress his own desperation but it's becoming futile, short little ruts of his desire insistent against your thigh.

"clark," you manage between kisses. "mm, clark, want you, please."

"you've got me," he mumbles, and it's not even teasing. it's an earnest promise, that he's yours now and for as long as you'll let him be, any which way you want.

"no, wanna...fuck, fuck!"

he's jerked particularly hard on accident, sending his still-clothed bulge sliding over your bare cunt. sparks of pain-pleasure fly up your spine so fast it blows a fuse in the rational part of your brain, leaving you trying to wrestle your superhero onto his back.

to his credit, his midwestern sensibilities guide him to let you do just that. his big hands stabilize you where you're straddling his hips.

"are you okay?" clark asks. "what's happening, did i hurt you?”

you know you should reassure him that he didn't, that his greatest fear is not feeling the strength he can exert on you, but your mind isn't thinking the way it normally does. instead,

"need you in me," you say.

fumbling at his belt, you miss the way his eyes glaze and his head bows, the shaky inhalation he takes as his fingers dig into your hips.

"okay, baby," and his usual drawl is a little stronger, deeper. "okay, okay, hold on."

it takes just seconds, albeit uncoordinated ones, to get everything arranged. you're hovering over him and his cock is nudging your entrance, hard and urgent and huge like the rest of him. even just the breach of his tip brings a pressing stretch that has your forehead tipping to his shoulder.

"take your time, honey," clark says, even though his breath is jolting and his voice is strained.

it's not like you have a choice, and the feeling of easing down on him is just this side of uncomfortable. the ache of being all but split in two is mitigated by the gentle, stuttering drag of his fingers along the divot of your spine and the soft press of his nose at your temple, hairline. when you're fully seated, he kisses tears you hadn't even felt fall from your cheeks and babbles praise in your ear. he's feeling just as fried as you are with the gummy heat of you around him, but he's all too conscious that there's no sting nipping at the heels of his pleasure the way there is at yours.

the ensuing sex is slow and soft, the initial bite fading into pure euphoria as he rocks you on his cock. you both come, simultaneously somehow, with sharp cries traded into each other's mouths. once your brains fall back to earth, clark eases you up and off him and disappears to collect a damp cloth. soon, both of you clean save for the sheen of sweat coating your bodies, he has you tucked right into his side, head on his shoulder. feeling peaceful and sated and oh-so-right, drowsiness chases you both into a dreamless sleep.

[mattsstarlet]

pornstar!matt makes camgirl!reader film.

matt handed you his grey digital camera, all set up for you—just needing to hit ‘record.’ he had always been the one behind the camera or propping it up. needless to say, he had been thinking about what it would look like from your point of view, how good your sweet noises would sound up close. 

“let's do something different tonight..." “yeah? you’re down?” “...’kay hold this f’me.”

a red dot flashed as you hit the button, a soft whimper leaving your lips as matt began to rub his hard length up and down your already dripping mess. gasping as he pushed in slowly, your brows knitting together as you felt the slight pain of him stretching you out. you can never get accustomed to his size, no matter the times you've done this. 

“biiig….y’so big.” you whined out, clutching onto the device as he began moving his hips in and out of you. matt smirked, your gummy walls sucking him in like a vacuum. “you zooming in, baby? look how good your sweet cunt is swallowing my dick.” 

your walls flutter around him; any slight dirty talk gets you going, and he knows that—he takes too much pride in it. your brain fogs up when he lays a hand flat on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock. “you feel that, sweet girl?” 

sweet moans slip out of your lips, too full to think properly, surprised you can still manage to keep the camera up and steady, though this was also part of your job. his hips pushed in rougher, making you gasp once again. 

“mm-hm…oh…can feel you…so, so deep,” you babbled incoherently, drooling making its way out of your mouth. watching him fuck you through the tiny screen forms a bubble in your belly, awaiting to be popped. you can definitely see this tape going up on his ‘exclusive members only’ list. 

“can feel you gripping me, sweetheart,” he calls out, hand lowering until his thumb comes in contact with your sensitive clit. a smirk making its way onto his lips as you jumped up from the sudden contact. “gonna let me fill you up?” 

you nodded eagerly, “uh-huh…please, please baby… gotta cum.” you begged, eyes brimming with tears. “i’ll let you fill me up, please.” 

“f–fuck,” he panted, his own high coming after him. his thrusts become sloppy, feeling your cunt close around his cock. “show ‘em how good… good i make you cum—c’mon.” 

you managed to zoom in, showing off the way he's deliciously fucking you. your soft whines getting louder and louder until a loud moan rips through you. thighs trembling as a wave of pleasure sweeps through you. 

the way your walls spasmed around his cock, his own pleasure exploded, painting your insides with white strokes of his cum. he groaned, filling you up with his load until he was empty.

he reached over, taking the digital device from your weak hands and zooming into your puffy folds. pulling out, he captures the way he starts leaking out of you—his finger coming to view by pushing his cum back in. 

you whine, feeling overly sensitive. matt chuckled breathlessly, his chest rising at a rapid speed. “sensitive? we just started, baby… still got your stream to do."

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[eraserbread]

hi, how are you? I hope you take requests rnnn

how about nanami with a pregnant wife who has a bit of a baby brain? and she's feeling so bad about the whole thing bc of hormones + insecurities, so he comforts, reassures an makes it all better

more of my wife guy!nanami ✧

→ f!reader, est relationship, pregnancy, slight angst, mostly fluff

"happy anniversary, baby." you're smiling, leaning over kento's frame at the dinner table. he's resting his chin in his palm. luxe spread of meats and vegetables on his plate. after your terrible first trimester, you can finally cook for him again, though he doesn't expect it.

"what's this?" his light eyes flit to the white gift bag you're setting next to the meal he shrugged off moments ago.

"it's nothing, really." you watch as he opens it, hands crossed behind your back when you walk to your awaiting seat. he pulls out a box, and inside the box is a small, gold heart locket. he shoots you a look.

"dear, this is endearing for sure, but-

"open the locket."

so, he does, and inside is a picture of him a few years younger. on the other side, you two are pressed together. kento's stoic, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you smile for the camera. his eyes soften.

"how thoughtful." you can't read him right now, but there is a smile in his eye only you could recognize. "I don't know exactly how thrilled I am with the idea of wearing a locket, but it is a beautiful ornament."

"mm, don't worry i will be taking and wearing it. you have everything you need, the only gift I can give is... experience, I guess. babies, marriage."

"and that's all i need, hm." he nods for your hand, hanging the locket over your fingers when you give it to him. "but, baby, i'd be much more receiving if it was actually our anniversary."

"w-what do you mean, it's june." you're turning over your shoulder to the calender kept on the refrigerator. it's june... you married him in-

"july. we got married late july."

you falter for a moment, eyes going blank, brows knitting together. kento watches along, familiar with these bouts you work yourself into during pregnancy. it's almost... cute, dare he say. like a confused puppy, though you feel like shit.

"fuck."

"no need to work yourself up; it's okay." ken's rushing in for damage control, knowing the faintest sparks of emotion could do you in for an entire week. he doesn't want to make you feel bad, and he loves the gift. in fact, "the locket is perfect. can't wait to see you wearing nothing but it."

that makes you laugh—almost. it's not enough. you can feel the overwhelmed tears starting to brew in the corners of your eyes. you hide your face in outstretched hands.

and kento is standing up at once, heart beating a little quicker in his chest as he reaches to comfort you. "don't feel bad, you know I never care about transactional things like this."

"that doesn't make it better." at the sound of his sweet, comforting tone, you're crying. finally. he's wrapping big arms around your shoulders, palms flattening over your jutting belly. against his figure, you're swaying like the breeze. he's so warm.

but your mind is on fire, you can't live it down.

"no, i know that because it's just after your birthday... god, what is wrong with me?"

"shh... it's okay. I promise you I do not care. the locket is so beautiful, and I'm so happy you're still thinking about yourself. anniversary or not, it's extremely thoughtful." he kisses the top of your head, sighing into your hair. "hey, I love you. it doesn't matter; nothing matters."

"i know you don't care, but i feel like an idiot." you sniffle, hiccuping softly as he kisses you again... and again. he's so perfect.

"you're so sweet." another kiss to the head, "when you're forgetful. it always gives me reason to help you."

"you're shameless."

"mhm." he laughs. it's light, but it's there—lost in your hair. "shake it off, you'll upset my daughter."

[emisluvr]

‎ 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗬𝗢𝗨  ✦  𝗟.𝗛𝗦

‎ ★ ◞ 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 . . .

이희승 as your munch bf ! ⭑ ── wc. 388 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , oral sex , explicit language , pet names

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heeseung cannot get enough of eating you out, seriously. he notices how every little moment makes you lose it, and he lives for it.

the way his tongue runs up your slit to collect the wetness, the way he sucks on your clit just enough to have your eyes rolling back, the way his tongue moves along your core, swirling around the flesh and occasionally sliding just inside.

every single second has your brain all fuzzy, and it shows when your thighs clench around his head, your fingers threading and grabbing his soft hair, and the soft moans and little screams that spill from your lips.

"mm, hee.." you whimper as he takes the first slow lick, tongue running up your soaking, warm pussy with a soft wet sound that makes your breath hitch.

he relishes the sound you make, head buried between your thighs as his large hands grip your hips tight, pressing you closer while his mouth hungrily feasts on you.

"tastes so good, princess.." he mumbles against your core, his breath hot. his lips suck gently on your clit, tongue swirling around it in slow circles as his eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth and sweet taste of you while you softly moan, the wet noises between you filling the room.

"f-uck.." you stutter, fingers curling into his soft locks as his tongue works up and down your core, now slick with his saliva, sliding just about inside, swirling itself around just as he hears you cry out.

"so sweet, doll." he assures you, his tongue gliding up a few more times, nose bumping softly into your pussy, his muffled giggles mixing with your shaky breaths.

"g-gonna cum, hee.. shit!" you sob, back arching slightly off the bed as your hips jerk up instinctively.

he holds you down in place, fingers digging further into your skin as he moves his mouth faster against you. his tongue strokes your slit deeper, pressing little kisses to your clit between long, wet flicks.

"cum baby, that’s it.." he says, voice husky as your uncontrollable whines and hitched breaths fill the room, the sound of his mouth working against your pussy mixing with his eager groans.

your cum seeps out, landing on his tongue as he collects every drop, like he’s been waiting to get a taste of you.

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[hanquokkasjeekies]

[how they react to you being angry/horny] - felix

stray kids scenarios/headcanons

idol!felix x f!reader word count: 0.7k genre: smut, established relationship, angst warnings: kissing ⋆ highly suggestive ⋆ implied sex

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souvenir

 felix is finally coming back from japan after three weeks. that means the three whole weeks of missing him would be over. and it wasn’t just missing him that had been hard; it was not being able to make him breakfast or snuggle with him in the evenings or having to sacrifice three hours of sleep each night (we all know why).

obviously you missed felix more than his dick… but having to survive on toys and your own fingers, that were nowhere near as satisfying as his, made you even more desperate to finally see him again.

it’s past 11pm and your patience is almost gone. ‘just a little longer’, you tell yourself, rubbing your thighs together, trying to get some relief. 

something snaps in your brain and you hit the cushion beside you.

“where the fuck is he??” you mutter under your breath.

*click* 

felix walks through the door, hair all messy and breathing heavily as he drags his bags inside.

he sees your unimpressed expression and slight pout and he knows he’s messed up.

“i’m so so sorry… we missed our flight and then the members– they made me go to karaoke with them”

a missed flight is understandable but… karaoke? and he didn’t even bother to let you know before?

you sigh, trying not to overreact and then you remember what you asked him for three weeks ago. 

“wait, lix– did you get me that chocolate from japan i asked for?”

felix’s face has turned from apologetic to pure guilt. “babe, i-”

“no. you’re actually the worst.” you say before walking out of the room, hoping he doesn’t see the way your eyes are welling up.

felix stands there for a while, thinking about what to say that’ll make you believe he really did just forget; since that’s exactly what happened.

he walks in on you hidden under the sheets of his bed and sits next to the lump on the bed where you’re balled up. 

there’s a long moment of silence before felix rests his hand on where (he thinks) your head is. you flinch but let him stroke your head through the sheets. you relax slightly under his touch and felix senses it, making him slightly relieved that you aren’t rejecting him completely. 

“how… can i make it up to you?” he asks softly.

“I promise i’ll get you the chocolate one way or another”, he adds quickly, “but what can i do to make you forgive me?”

you sit up to face him, still wrapped in your bedsheets. 

“mm, give me some options then.”

felix knows it should make him feel worse seeing you like this but you just look so gorgeous he can barely think. and who can blame him when you’re staring up at him, pouting, your eyes still wet from crying and cheeks pink from the lack of oxygen under the sheets. 

he’s so busy staring at you, he nearly forgets to answer. 

“um, options! yes, uhh– would you like me to bake you something? or how about we take a bath together- and i can massage you after? or, um… i could-”

“-eat me out?” you interrupt, looking up at him sweetly.

his jaw drops slightly the words leave your mouth.“yes, my gosh– yes. please, baby, i’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all of this even happened, yeah?”

“but are you sure you don’t want something else? you don’t even have to ask for this type of thing, you know?”

“just shut up, felix. put that mouth to a better use, ‘kay?” you say, crawling into his lap.

he just nods, his tongue running over his lower lip as he turns you around so he has you face-down ass-up on the bed. he holds you up by your hips and kisses your cunt through your panties, the sweet scent already making him hard.

he can’t help moaning at how soft you feel, “fuck, baby, i’ve missed this pussy so damn much.”

“mhm i’m sure you have, lixie, so why don’t you show me just how much~ ♡”

and felix doesn't need to be told twice.

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[thbbie]

༄ fiance!nanami x f!reader. this !!

it's been a long week, and rightfully the both of you are beyond exhausted. drained and horrible frustrated — starved of one another.

but the day drags on, reluctantly following in tow when your coworkers suggest a drink to wrap up the week.

returning to the sanctuary of home only hours later; with a stagger to your step and your cheeks streaked in a light brush of pink, throwing aside your shoes haphazardly.

"kento?" you call, muttering under your breath about why the home is so dark, as you venture in further shedding the outer layers of your work clothes as you do.

he sits with his legs sprawled wide on the couch, his usual neat hair in disarray. kento's spotted tie is loose on his neck and his shirt open enough to reveal his warm chest. god he looks good enough to eat. his skin glistening and a glass half filled with the golden liquid that is no doubt the culprit for reducing nanami to the mess he currently is.

he watches you in silence for a long moment, "there y're m'love" he reaches for you, taking you by the wrist and pulling you into his lap, your back to his firm chest.

kento rests his head on your shoulder, his hands firmly planted in your waist begin to wander. stroking your sides over your blouse moving up further to cup your chest in his large hands, the other sliding through the waistband of your pants, resting between your legs.

"tell me about your week pretty. 've missed you, y'know" kento's voice is husky and low, fiddling with the fabric of your panties, teasing your pussy through it. his movement slow and contained — for some reason you aren't convinced that's all that will come from this, but your own fuzzy brain doesn't dwell on it.

relaxing your body against his, you begin telling him about your week as best as you could. tripping over your words every so often. kento hums along to you words, holding your chin in his fingers as he tilts your head to be face to face with him.

he watches with low lidded eyes as you speak, until he crashes his lips against yours, cutting you off mid sentence. he kisses you deep and messy, holding you close to him as he does.

kento guides you to lay back on the couch; too needy to break away from the kiss, he only does to ensure you're okay. you've spoken about your boundaries before but he can't help asking yet again.

"is this okay?"

"yeah.." he looks so beautiful like this.

"are you sure?" and he's so kind about it too, you can't help but smiling at him. oh your love is so kind. so gentle with you.

" 'm sure kento. make me feel good, please love?"

his mind is swimming in his adoration for you, so tender in how he touches you — and you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky, he wishes he did.

"of course, anything for you."

kissing down your body, rough hands intertwining with yours — kento makes love to you. grinding his bulge into your core until he can't handle the pesky fabric keeping him apart from you. balancing his weight on one of his arms the other goes to undo his thick leather belt, fumbling with the heavy metal of the buckle before freeing his hardened cock from its confines.

he slaps it down on on your count through your panties, once, twice, before pulling them aside and rubbing himself against your glistening folds and finally pushes into you. letting out a small drunken giggle at your whines at his teasing.

"stop teasing kento, you're being a dick"

"mm i suppose i am love, and you're taking mine so nicely"

"kento!"

he laughs at that, feeling awfully playful — even as you slap his shoulder; and he's comfortable. comfortable enough in your embrace to let the playfulness shine through.

"i love you."

"you love teasing me."

"that too. only sometimes"

you raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed and kento plants a soft kiss on your nose and flashes you a sweet boyish grin in return; starting off on a hard albeit messy pace with his thrusts — getting to watch in real time as all your thoughts and snark remarks evaporate into senseless loving pleasure.

[sevikaslatinawife]

Tsaheylu

Part 1

tsaheylu — the bond Alpha!Sevika x Omega!F!Reader

index | intro | part 2

⛧ Warnings: r!masturbating, panty sniffing, scenting, female alpha anatomy, enlarged clit/g!p sevika (idk the right tag), oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, fingering, pussy stretching, degradation, slick sharing, dacryphilia, mean!Sevika, squirting, thigh spanking, pussy spitting ⛧ Word Count: 4,071 words

It had come a day early.

You were bringing in the snacks to fill the rickety table at the side of your and Sevika’s bed when the first wave of heat hit you. It makes your face flush, your body to throb as a racing headache clouds your vision.

A broken whimper slips past your lips as you feel the dampening of your underwear. You felt so heavy, the clothes making you feel weighed down. So you quickly stripped in time for your knees to give, for you to buckle and grip the side of the bed as you slumped onto the floor.

“Mm, ‘vika,” You swallow as you remember: you’re home alone.

Sevika had gone out today as usual for work, saying she might not be here until late. She wanted to get as much done in preparation for the week of your heat when the thought of being without her was crippling to your pliant brain.

You shift forward and hiss as your breasts brush the bedsheets, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A tortuous ache that made you palm one of them and groan, rubbing your finger around the bud. The warmth of your own hand wasn’t nearly as good at the feeling of Sevika’s skin. 

You really hoped the day for her went quickly, so she’d be here earlier than expected. You continue to toy with your chest, groaning and squeezing your thighs shut for friction. You could feel, practically hear, the wetness of your cunt as more slick dampens your skin.

The squeeze of your pussy around nothing makes you sigh in defeat as you slowly stand and grab the dildo tucked into the drawer of your makeshift nightstand. You throw it on the bed as you go into the drawers to pull out one of Sevika’s shirt. You inhaled the material but whined when there’s only the faintest hint of her scent on it.

You could… Your eyes dart to the wicker basket filled with dirty clothes as an embarrassed flush fevers your skin further. You still clutch the shirt as you make your way to the basket, thighs slick down to the sides of your knees. You snatch up a shirt and her underwear as you make your way into the bed again.

It's not as if you hadn’t masturbated to her scent before, especially more often when your heat was nearing but now it just felt mortifying. You slip onto the bed, burying your face into Sevika’s pillow as you prop your hips up on your knees.

The slickness of your cunt was beginning to smear the sheets as your hand with the dildo disappeared between your legs. You shift your face to press a cheek on the pillow, enough for your nose to have access to the woman’s used and clean clothes. You moan as your cunt twitches at the scent alone, teasing your fluttering rim and hard clit with the tip of the dildo.

“Mm,” your eyes flutter as you slowly sink the toy into your hole. Your body takes the intrusion with ease, as you slowly thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. From base, until your fingertips were flush again your cunt, to tip, where it teased your rim.

“Fuck,” you moan as you continue to fuck your cunt with steady strokes of the toy, grinding down into your hand. You needed it deeper, needed her. “Vika,” you whine into the fabric, shifting her underwear closer to your nose to bury into the article of clothing.

It wasn’t enough. You couldn’t feel full, that wonderful feeling of being filled by Sevika after she got hard. Your strokes became more desperate, trying to shove the toy deeper — as if it was possible to do it. As if there was more of it to be buried inside of you.

“Vika, please,” you groan, other hand pulling the fabric closer to your nose before dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit. You moan, thighs spreading slightly for more room to touch yourself with.

“That’s it, baby,” her condescending voice came to mind and a whimper slipped past your lips as you chased your orgasm. Wanting even a little relief to your aching, needy cunt. “Get yourself ready for me.”

You don’t know — can’t remember, really — if she’s ever said that to you, but you know her voice enough to hear her say it nevertheless. To hear her edge you on, to keep touching yourself, to make yourself cum for her.

Nothing is working.

Despite the coiling of your stomach, the way your cunt tightens slightly around the toy and the friction of your clit, it’s not enough. “Janna,” you whine, brows pinched in desperation as you inhale the scent of the alpha’s clothes.

Your orgasm washes over too-closely but never fully. Teetered and anchored to something you didn’t know what, didn’t know how to obtain. So you shift, rolling on your side then your back, toy still pressed into you as you roll your hips down onto it and moan.

A soft groan puffs out your lips as you move your hand to your hole, as you push in a finger alongside the dildo. A delicate stretch of your cunt, though you knew you could take more. You just wanted to go slow. You leave your finger still but slowly pump the dildo, moaning softly as you continue your slow thrusts.Sevika, you thought, please hurry.

She’s felt it all day. That endless buzzing of her ears, the growls that have since escaped her, unable to be contained any longer. At first, she didn’t know why they were happening, why she felt on edge, but then an omega brushed past her and she almost retched at the scent. The sickly sweetness of unmated omegas nearing their heats, like a beacon letting others know that they were unmarked, ready to be courted or taken — each omega to their own preferences and all.

It was a scent she was familiar with, she had had plenty of omegas trying to get her attention before you had come along. They all smelt sweet in their own way, each distinct, all omegas had a distinctive sweet scent to them. Yours, however, wasn’t just sweet, it was electric. She assimilated it to a shock to every nerve in her system every chance she got to smell you, not you in heat, no, smell you. You were always sweet and electric, it always had her on edge.

However, the scent of that omega made her stomach turn when she thought of you now. Others could smell you, sense you were unmated and that she could be challenged by another alpha for your hand. Another growl rumbles in her chest as her face twists in distaste at the thought of others being able to do to you. 

“Shit,” She grunts in realization, lips twitching. “She’s early,” she mutters as she feels the slow, steady increase of her heartbeat.

This kind of bond usually happened with mated pairs, but here she was, already more than bonded to you without having marked you. Oh, but how the urge to have you marked has increased. Every single day the need gnawed at her, and today, it had finally boiled over and left her scalding.

 She made her way down the street after finishing the task she had begun, thoroughly ignoring the others. She couldn’t wait any longer, just needed to see you, to help you, to take you. Let the jobs pile, she would simply do them like the obedient right hand she was afterwards. After she spent the week with her little omega in heat.

“No,” You whimper again at feeling the orgasm never fully settle around you.

There were tears in your eyes, a few having escaped and were dampening your hairline at your temples alongside the sheen of sweat that had engulfed you a while ago. You were about to push in a third finger besides the dildo when the door slammed open.

You jolt, thighs closing and eyes wide as you lock eyes with Sevika. Her scent washes over you and you moan as you pull your fingers and the toy free in time for her to be walking toward the bed. You shuffle to kneel on the bed, craning your neck back for her as she leans down to slot your mouth with her own.

Her hands are on your waist, kneading the softness of your body as she licks into your mouth hard. Dominant and unhesitant, which you melt against and comply. You go to wrap your arms around her but her hands are moving to catch your wrists, groaning as she nips at your bottom lip.

“Poor, desperate baby,” She mocks when she pulls back, kissing the side of your jaw then your neck. She moans at the scent, the strength of it against your pulse point and she has to stop herself from sinking her teeth into you right now. She needs to wait a little longer before wanting to officially mate you.

“Vika —” You're cut off by her mouth wrapping around the two fingers you had pressed into you.

She hums as she pulls her mouth back after sucking your slick from your fingers. Her right hand finds your nape to squeeze, to have your head instinctively tilted back. Her metal hand cups your chin as she tugs your bottom lip with her thumb, a dark smirk curling her lips.

You part your lips for her, feeling her metal thumb hook over your bottom teeth as your tongue lolls over the digit. There’s a shiver you suppress at the contact of your warm tongue against the cold of the prosthetic. She leans forward to spit your own slick into your mouth before her tongue is pressing against yours and her thumb is moved away from your teeth.

A groan escapes your mouth as your own taste fills your senses, as she kisses you with desperation. Some of your slick dribbles down the corner of your lips, which she quickly licks up before pressing into your mouth again. You whine and swallow your slick when she scratches at the back of your head.

“Good girl,” she praises as her prosthetic hisses while it grips your soft waist, “Needed me that badly?” She teases as her eyes fall on her clothes on the bed before looking at you again.

You blush and swallow, “Yes, Vika —”

“No,” she cuts you off. “Try again.”

Your hands squeeze her biceps, metal and flesh while looking at her. “Alpha —”

“So close, princess,” She cuts you off again, purring against your mouth, lips parted around yours. You lean forward to try and kiss her but she pulls back just to hear you let out a soft huff.

“Daddy,” You groan as her lips are finally on yours again, as her hands guide you back against the bed, moving onto the sheets without even removing her cloak yet. 

“Good, baby, good,” She hums as she speaks, lips brushing your own to not be too far from you.

A strangled gasp bubbles past your lips as her hands find your thighs to pick you up and press you back into the mattress. Your arms had wrapped around her neck, mouth still slotted as she braced herself over you with her prosthetic.

Your thighs were draped over her own, probably smearing your slick against her jeans. The rough material of them made you shiver, your skin burning and hypersensitive. You raise your hips to try and get some friction, making her groan even though you didn’t even reach her.

The heat of your skin against the trapped, growing need of her own body beneath her clothes. She could feel her pants begin to strain just at the smell of you, of your slick coating her tongue. She pulls her cloak off swiftly, throwing it somewhere on the floor as she pulls back.

You chase after her mouth and whine when her right hand is at your throat, holding you back against the sheets. Her lips brush your cheek, smirking against your skin at the pout she can practically sense on you.

“Daddy,” you whine as she flattens her thumb against the side of your throat, parallel to it as she nudges your jaw with her thumb. Enough to lick a patch of your skin and suck it between her teeth. “Mm.”

“Mine,” she groans as she nips at the mark she left. She moves further down, leaving another mark on your shoulder while her right hand trails down your body. From collarbones, to sliding between your breasts, the fluttering of your stomach and teasing her thumb over your clit.

A gasp is the only sound you make as your hips tilt back to offer your pussy to the woman. Sevika grunts as she trails her thumb down your lips, feeling the slickness of your pussy and circling against your eager, open hole.

“This where you need me?” She mocks, pressing the muscle but ever entering you. It makes you choke in need and your face contorts in frustration. “Yeah, I know it is, poor thing.”

“Please don’t tease,” you beg in a soft mumble as she kisses down your body. Her mouth feels hot against your too-hot skin, feeling as if she was burning her affection onto your body. For you to never forget it.

“Did you cum while playin’ with yourself?” She asks as she settles between your thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress with a lick of her lips.

“N-No,” you admit in a soft whisper as she licks the slick that dampens your thigh. Her tongue trailing slowly from the side of your left knee to right next to the heat of your pussy. “Ah,” you lift your hips but her hands snake beneath your thighs and she folds her fingers together right below your belly button and presses you back into the bed.

“Greedy girl,” she teases, continuing to lick the trail of slick on your left thigh. She’s groaning softly into your skin as she does, feeling the growing tightness of her pants at your very taste.

You groan and feel the fluttering of your hole as Sevika does the same, slow treatment to your other thigh. She licks and swallows every drop of your slick, acting as greedy as she accused you of being.

“Yes,” You almost moan, voice heavy as she finally gives you the first stroke of her tongue.

Sevika moans as soon as she does, tongue flat as she licks from your slick-filled hole to taste you. She trails her tongue up, between your labia, soft and warm beneath her touch before her tongue is teasing around your clit. Pointed and determined to make you squirm, which you do quickly, whining as she teases the hard bundle of nerves.

Her thumbs slide down your mons to tug your pussy open more, to present the twitching bud of your clit to her. So she could tease the tip of her tongue against it just to feel the soft tremor of your thighs and the strangled whine that you let loose for only her to listen to. Sevika loved how vocal you were but especially so when you were on your heat because everything felt too much but not enough at the same time.

She continues to tease, chin teasing your slicked hole as she sucks your clit into her mouth with aching slowness. It makes you moan and for your thighs to give a miniscule twitch as she languidly rolls the bud between her lips, followed by her tongue. She groans at the way you feel against her tongue, eyes focused on your reactions — to drink them in like she’d drink your essence.

“Ngh,” you mumble as her thumbs slide down your wet lips to tease the pads of it against your trembling entrance. Pressing, rubbing, making you impossibly more slick for her.

The scent of her underwear beside you hits your nose, alongside the burning heat of her own pheromones joining the musk that belong to only her. It covers you like a blanket, thick, warm and utterly secure.

Sevika is still taking her time, however, as she pulls back enough to press a kiss to your mons, nipping at the flesh of the spot, before her tongue trails down your clit, your lips and teases your hole. A soft groan is what you manage as your fingers find her hair and tug on it, raising your hips for her to continue, for more.

“No,” She pulls back to say, voice strained and forced as she licks her lips. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

“Don’t tease,” you whine, fingers pressing into her head. “Please, just —”

“You’ll take what I give you,” Sevika growls, spitting on your pussy just to see your hole flutter. “And you’ll cum regardless.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” You try as you quickly pull your hands back from her hair and a smirk plasters on the woman’s lips. “Vika —”

“Go ahead,” she fake coos, dripping with faux concern as she nods to her clothes besides you. “Like the smell of my pussy so much? Then shove your face in ‘em and shut up while I have a taste of you.”

Your body is warmer now, far past the feverish feeling of your heat. You were twinged in embarrassment, loud against the bedsheets and the thrum of your skin. Sevika notices it but you know the drill when she orders you like this, so you reach over to take her underwear you had fished from the basket and immediately shove your nose into the patch of them that you knew sat against her pussy.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” You moan as she is pushing her tongue into you, stroking you with slow, curling thrusts. Her nose is nudged against your clit and it makes your thighs twitch around her face while her tongue continues its thrusting and nudging of the heat of your pussy.

Sevika can feel the dent in her pants press into the bed more, growing with each of your noises and each taste of your desire for her. She groans against you as your free hand pulls her head, grinding into her nose with a muffled moan against her underwear in your face.

She loved when you got desperate and pressed into her face for her to continue pleasuring you. The sight of your knitted brows and closed eyes while your face is obediently buried in her underwear makes her hold on you tighten a fraction. Sevika relished in being able to push you into a complete satiated state with her tongue alone, which is what she aims to do first.

Her tongue is rubbing against your g-spot, the softness of it as she continues to press her nose into your clit. Muffled moans and desperate slick slip out of you in perfect synchronicity as her right thumb pushes into you beside her tongue. It makes you snap your thighs slightly around her but her pointed growl makes you spread your thighs again not even a second later.

“ ‘uck,” You mutter, taking a deep breath of her scent, of the smell of her lovely cunt, of the traces of her knot that you know must be aching, to be inside of you. As much as you ache to have her inside of you, as well.

Sevika groans at the sight of your chest filling with air, at your head practically melting out of your ears at her scent. She knew you liked the way she smelt, but how you were shamelessly huffing a pair of her dirty underwear to help yourself get off was making her own desire boil in every throb of her trapped knot. She pressed her thumb further into you, tugging on your rim to hear another moan be released from your eager mouth.

Your nose is already more than filled with her scent but it's not nearly enough. You need her so buried inside of you that it’ll be indistinguishable where you end and she begins.

Her knot might not even be enough and you know voicing this would alarm her awakening alpha. It’s not as if it’s not perfect and stretches you out to mind-altering extremes, but you don’t just need her knot. You need her very soul to leak into yours, so fucking entwined that your inner omega is responsive to her in ways you never dreamed of.

You’ll be so permanently engraved into her that your bodies would find each other in every lifetime.

“Where’d ya go?” You cry out as a sharp smack is delivered to your right thigh. The metal of her hand blooming a quick mark that will surely bruise. Good, marks are perfect. “There’s my little whore,” She sucks on your clit as her thumb slides out of you just to press in her two fingers into your heat.

She hisses at the warmth of you, almost scarring her skin while slick welches around her when she pumps you with them. Her lips tighten around your clit, and she almost grins as you buck into her mouth with honest greed. Her metal hand pushes your thigh, digging right into the tingling skin of where she hit you. It makes you whimper in a mix of pleasure pain, feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples to harden in accompaniment.

You moan and reach a hand down to knit in her hair, which she thankfully doesn’t push away this time. You let yourself tug on the strands and Sevika grunts against your pussy in turn. She’s too focused on the taste of you, of her nose buried in your mound and half-hard in her jeans to care if your hand is pulling her closer to yourself. As if she wasn’t already knuckle-deep into the cunt that drove her wild.

“ ‘lease,” You plead in a soft whine and throw your head back with an eager moan when a third finger is quickly being pushed inside of you.

Your hand holding her underwear grips the sheets, the clothing balancing on your face as she stretches you slightly. It was quick and the ache was dull and gone as quickly as it appeared. This stretch was nothing compared to her knot stretching you. It was a mere, cheap excuse for preparation.

Nothing really could fully prepare you for her knot. No matter how many times you take it.

You whine at hearing the obscene sounds of your cunt, of the way her thrusting and curling fingers pull noise and wetness out of you. There’s a tightening in your lower belly as she sucks harder on your clit, a rush of something warm threatening to spill and consume you. But you want it to, you want to be engulfed in it.

“Ah, ‘vika! I’m —” Your back arches, thighs seizing, throat bared as you moan, half-muffled into the panties that slip into your mouth when your jaw hangs. Your moan is loud as you feel that coil snap and be accompanied by the rush of warmth that was building.

Sevika moans as she feels you clamp down on her fingers, as you splash your arousal against her chin. Her fingers tighten in your thigh to keep them spread, fingers continuing their relentless pressing and curling inside of you. The way your pussy pulses around her makes her groan as she continues to suck on your clit, even after your moans turn into soft whines and your fingers start to try to pull her away by her hair.

She pulls back from your clit reluctantly, spitting on the twitching bud just to hear you whine again. Your head lolls forward, your teeth clamping around her panties as you look at her. Your face feels hot at the sight of the dripping of her mouth, of the condescending smirk that tugs on her lips. She licks them but they practically stay in that hungry state while her fingers pump lazily inside of you.

“A little head and you’re already squirtin’ f’me?” She thrusts her fingers all the way inside of you, making you hiss slightly. She leans forward to nip the softness of your belly, grunting as she wipes her damp chin at the gentle curve of it above your mons. “ ‘m not done yet, princess. Daddy still has to stuff ya.”

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