#ravager-rosie

[leashaoki]

“Just like that baby,” He groans, strong hands guiding your hips up and down on his cock. You watch as he throws his head back, biting his lips to stifle a moan and breathing heavily through his nose to ground himself. The veins in his throat protrude with the tensing of his jaw and he can barely hold back the grunts forming low in his chest.

“Riding me so fucking good,” His voice spurs you on further, the praise going straight to your core as you speed up your movements. He grits his teeth, looking up at you with a display of both inhuman self control and desire swirling in those orbs of his. But still, he needs more. Trying to buck his hips up into you, a desperate attempt for more friction; he practically growls in frustration when he does nothing but interrupt your rhythm. The hands gripping your hips squeeze impossibly tighter, mewling lowly when his pleasure dwindles at the ceasing of your movements.

“Need-“ He’s cut off when your hips find their flow again, sucking the air through his teeth before continuing, “Need more baby, need to fuck you. So fucking bad.”

Holding you up a little so you’re hovering above his lap, he slams up into you to the hilt without warning. A satisfied groan leaves his lips, eyes crossing somewhat before he begins to piston in and out of your tight heat. He almost laughs at the relief that surges through his lust hazed mind, losing all cognitive thought as he fucks you like an animal.

“Fucking god yes,” It’s practically a growl, coming out snarly as he’s hissing through clenched teeth. The man’s appearance is dishevelled, almost unrecognisable from his usual self; hair a messy array, pupils blown wide and a rosy hue staining his cheeks. He brings his lips to your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark and murmuring into the tender skin of your throat, “Been thinking about ruining this pretty little pussy of yours all fucking day.”

His relentless pace doesn’t let up, only turning more brutal with every moment that passes. He’s losing himself in every thrust, chasing the high he’s so badly craved after a stressful day at work. It had been almost unbearable, finding himself lost in fantasies of all the ways he could ravage you once he got home to distract himself.

“Ah shit- can feel you-“ A strained gasp escapes him, it’s pitch a little higher than he would’ve liked it to be, “Can feel you clenching around me baby, keep fucking doing that.”

Rutting into you like an animal in heat, he can feel his peak approaching. Hardly able to control himself, he bullies into your pussy so hard and fast that you can do nothing but part your lips in a silent scream. A fucked out, half grin paints his features, brows pulled together in utmost pleasure as he chases his high.

“Mph fuck!” You feel him throbbing inside of you, a string of desperate pants leaving his mouth, “Gonna cum baby, gonna fill my pretty girl up. Ah shit, take it doll, take every fucking drop.” He’s rambling like a mad man, the words leaving his lips as swiftly as his hips fuck up into you. A sinful moan leaves him before he shudders, eyes rolling to the back of head while he pushes his cock as deep as it can go, filling you with his cum while he cries your name.

ꕥ Toji Fushiguro ꕥ Kento Nanami ꕥ Satoru Gojo ꕥ Suguru Geto ꕥ

[the-californicationist]

The Powder Keg

John Price has just spent the whole afternoon teaching his new recruit how to shoot, and after pining for her all day, he’s about ready to burst, just like a powder keg…

Hot, steaming water sprayed out of the shower head and soaked his burnt, pink skin. When he took in a deep breath, it was humid and heavy, filling his lungs with more moisture than air, leaving him panting and weak from the heat of it. But, he let it suffocate him. He allowed it to obfuscate his senses, to coat his mouth like a gag, to stop him from calling out for her. John Price was so damn close to forgetting himself. He pulled his imaginary muzzle tighter, just in case.

He’d spent the better part of the day in the frigid sands in some Urzikstani Green zone, teaching his new sergeant to shoot his M-16. She was a good marksman, but she was unfamiliar with the desert’s unforgiving winds, and she needed to see how he had set his sights. It shouldn’t have taken so long for him to help her, and if he was before Peter at those gates of pearl and splendor, forced to tell the truth, he had chosen to keep her there. He’d been selfish, preferring to watch her laying there, prone and panting, firing bullet after bullet, all to please her captain. It was the betrayal of the sun that had ruined his gluttony. It had set behind the dunes, forcing John to come indoors and try to wash off all of his sin. 

Price had been hard all day. Seeing her plump arse in those canvas pants, looking down at her, concentrating and vulnerable in the sand… it was enough to drive him wild. Now, here he was, gripping his heavy rod like a teenager, squeezing himself tight enough to see stars. 

The soap and the suds had all washed away, but the billowing steam had remained. He felt each scalding droplet stinging against his sun-ravaged skin, and he used it like a million little flogs, punishing himself for his thoughts of her. She, in the inky blackness of his mind, had been… everywhere. She was stripping for him, peeling away each article of clothing, each layer of her uniform with calculated effort, revealing herself to him bit by bit. He was watching as her fingers dug into the band of her pants, sliding them down her thick thighs, showing off her tattooed skin, uncovering scars like tiny secrets. Secrets only he could know. 

She was grabbing his cock. It was her hand tugging him hard, not his. Her palm slipping over his rosy head, her fingers slipping his foreskin down his shaft, her mouth…

“Unghh…” John leaned against the cold tile, trying to calm himself down. His forehead dug into the white ceramic, rolling across it, trying to find some relief to his torment.

He knew her mouth would feel so sweet. She would plant a delicate little kiss on the top of it, wouldn’t she? She was so kind. She would be so kind to him. An old dog who didn’t deserve it. Not one lick. And yet, she would lick him. Her tongue would lap around his thick base, purring at his size, gassing him up, pumping his ego. Maybe it would be the truth. Either way, he’d buy it; hook, line, and sinker. 

“Baby, baby, baby…” He’d name her. She’d be his. His woman. His everything. She’d steal his breath like this impenetrable steam.

The tip of her tongue would find that ridge, the one tucked under his head, the one just below his hole, and she’d suckle at it, just as if she was pulling venom from a snake bite, like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. 

Maybe she would be willing to sit across his lips, giving herself to him like a feast to a starving man. She would taste like nectar, and it would coat his tongue, sticky and cloying, painting his palate and filling his nose. He would learn her scent, burying himself into it, finding himself within her taste and her warmth. 

Then, mercifully, perhaps she would take him inside of her, deep into her body. He would sink into her, down into her depths. Engulfed. Surrounded. At her mercy. Perhaps she would use those soft muscles to hold him in, to clutch at him like a hungry, suckling mouth. 

His hand tightened around his head and the rhythmic milking noises of his self-made pleasure filled the tiny shower like a perpetual echo. He began to fuck his grip, rutting wildly into his palm, coating his callused skin in precome. He was dripping from the shower, but nothing was slipperier than his wet pleasure. It made his cock slide even faster through his huge hand, helping his head burrow itself into his fingers. 

John wanted it to be real. He dreamt, with his eyes squeezed shut, of the way her legs would part for him, spread like the petals of a flower, soft and pliant like a little, pink rose. As he jerked his hand across his pulsing head, he imagined what it would be like to rub himself amongst her delicate folds. He almost came from the thought, shuddering, catching himself against the wall, whimpering like he was pressing into a bruise. 

A little faster. A little more friction. He grunted, unable to hold his voice inside of him, desperate and feral. 

Her eyes, gleaming and beautiful, looking up at him, calling his name. 

And that was enough to do it. He came, crying out for her…

“Oh, fuck… baby…” 

“Captain?”

His blood went cold, and when he heard her voice, he froze, letting his come leak out of his balls, coating his hands and flooding over his knuckles. 

The curtain hissed as she pulled it away from the wall, her eyes traveling all over his body, appraising him and approving. She smiled, a little coy,

“Got room for one more?”

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man- Part Two//W.W.

Warnings: smut, bathtub sex, curse words, some dirty talk, Willy wanting to fill reader with his cum

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your candy man, your Willy Wonka. You were convinced that his wonder-filled green eyes were burned into your memory forever. Your mind raced with images of his springy dark curls, his creamy pale skin, and his big cock that filled you to the brim. Your pussy ached just thinking about it.

It was a week to the day that he came knocking again. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you opened your door to reveal Willy: brown top hat, purple coat, and the sweetest of smiles.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” you uttered dreamily. Your prayers had been answered: Willy had come back.

“Hey, y/n. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Oh, you’re certainly not bothering me.”

Willy smiled kindly at you, then continued, “I have just been thinking about you, and I wonder if maybe what happened was wrong. I mean, it was absolutely wonderful, but you are a married woman. I would hate for your husband to find out-"

You cut him off as he was speaking, “Don’t worry, Willy. He will never know. It’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” he nodded, “alright then. That’s great. Um,” he looked down at his boots, shyly, “do you mind if I come in? There was something else I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh yes, of course, come in!” you said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, and you stepped aside, letting him by.

Willy walked over to the couch, rubbing his cold hands together. He did look rather cute with his rosy cheeks and slightly pink nose from the briskness outside. “You really should stay inside today, it’s too cold for you to be out there, y/n.” he said.

You blushed at his sweet words, “Should I get you some hot tea to warm you up? Or maybe some coffee?”

“No, no, I really don’t want to trouble you.” he insisted, “Come, sit with me if you would?”

You obliged him, and sat down next to him.

"Look, the real reason that I came by is to ask you if...it was okay, what I did? Was it any good?" Willy cleared his throat, apprehensively, "Did I do a good job?"

You laughed and touched his hand, "Yes, you did. I came twice, Willy. You were a natural. Better than my husband, might I add. And I've been having sex with him for years now. Well, not hardly at all lately, but that's neither here nor there." you shrugged.

"It's just that it was my first time, and I wanted to be sure that you enjoyed it as much as I did." his cheeks became a little bit flushed again, but it was not from the cold this time.

"I definitely did, Willy." you said sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

He softly squeezed your hand and nonchalantly looked over to the fireplace area. He shuddered ever so slightly, "That rug."

"Does it do things to you like it does to me? The memory?" you purred as you leaned in close to his ear with an idea creeping into your mind. You bit your lip.

"Yea-yeah, it does. I remember exactly what you looked like laying on that rug.” he turned to look in your eyes. The tension was palpable as your faces were just a few inches apart. “I can't get you out of my head, y/n."

"Ya know, I was about to draw a bath for myself before you came knocking, would you like to get in with me?"

"More than anything." Willy blurted out without hesitation.

.......

Willy had gotten into the hot water first, and you straddled his lap. With the both of you in the tub, the water level was dangerously high. But even if it were to spill onto the bathroom floor, you didn't notice. You were ravaging his lips, and he ran his wet hands all over your body, above and under the water.

Steam rose up from the water, creating a sweltering atmosphere. Your bodies were flushed.

You sank down onto his hard cock, and he rutted up into you. You cried out in pleasure as it slid all the way in. Your breasts bounced, tapping the surface of water and splashing in Willy's face. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him sloppily as you fucked.

You did your best to grind your hips and keep up with him, but it was a losing battle. You were quickly brought to an orgasm with how fast he was thrusting up into you.

You whimpered as your body went limp, but Willy put his arms around you, and continued to pump his cock in and out. "Oh my God! Willy…Willy Wonka!" you cried, having never felt so good in all your life.

"I gonna come, y/n." he stuttered as his pace slowed and he thrusts became sloppy. He grabbed handfuls of your ass, and gave you a few more strokes as he kissed your face. He groaned in a huff, and you felt his cum filling your pussy.

You hugged him tightly, just needing to be close to him. Willy nuzzled into your neck and you rested your chin on his head. You put your hand on the back of his head, his curls at the nape of his neck were soaked as you pet them.

He looked up at you, his arms still linked around your body, "Kiss me?"

You leaned in and smashed your lips to his, "Mmm." you moaned happily against his mouth. You pulled away and he snuck in another peck to your swollen lips. You put your hands on either side of his chiseled cheekbones, "My angel candy man, dropped on my doorstep, so yummy and cute, with a cock made by the devil." you grinned, kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough. He was addictive like chocolate.

Willy chuckled, "I don't want to be done yet. Need to fill you with more of my cream.”

"Ugh, yes, treat me like one of your fine chocolates, Willy. Fill me, I want it.” you begged, moaning into his lips in another eager kiss.

"Turn over, please?" he asked, in between pecks, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

You couldn't deny his request. He was all you wanted, all you thought about and longed for, and you were going to take him as long as you wanted, as long as he was there. You nodded, swirling yourself in the water so your back was to him. Willy pushed you forward, careful to keep your head above water, and he pulled your hips up. With your ass to the surface and facing him, he held your waist, and slid his dripping wet cock inside you again.

"Ah!" you moaned as he thrusted fast, splashing the water and making it slosh out on the floor. The bathroom was filled with the loud splashing noises he created. You braced yourself on the bottom of the tub with your hands. The bath water sprinkled your face and hair with warm droplets as you took Willy's cock over and over.

After a moment, he let out a huff and you felt him release inside you once more. "Wheeew, sorry y/n. It may take more practice for me to last longer." his breathing was uneven as he spoke. He leaned over your back to leave a kiss on top of your head.

"No," you panted, "it's alright, it was amazing. You bring me more chocolate next week and we’ll practice some more.”

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

[rednotebooksworld]

A Fae MonsterFucker Mini-Fic, as a little treat~

Androgynous “pretty Boi” Fae Monster looking for a suitable Mate.. and one Human girl looking to snag herself a Fae husband because she grew up with the old tales of women being whisked away by the terrifying but gorgeous “neighbors” of the old wood~ who were supposedly never seen again, unless someone caught a glimpse of her fully pregnant when walking with her Fae lover..

She’s not to fond of the nosy towns people that live down the hill, her Aunt’s a known Fae fucker too, so can you really blame her for not seeing a down side to this?

The Human girl who lives with her kind but sassy “mouth of a sailor” Auntie, spending most her days in the garden (in perfect view of the forest) while singing songs of Fae Lovers and twirling in her short dresses as she waters her favorite flowers.. knowing the Fae love to dance and spin in circles~

Her aunt smirking at her niece playing up the innocent role, knowing her little plot is working as she notices the circle of mushrooms growing under her niece’s bedroom window.. a Fae Lover has chosen her already.

The brooding Fae who watches the human girl with longing possessive eyes, waiting for the chance to show himself, to trick her into being his and his only.. All he needs is her to willingly give her Name to him, and make a deal~

The Fae seizing his opportunity when he sees her in the woods alone for the first time, a sad look on her pretty face..

He relishes the look of awe in her eyes at his appearance.. a long slender framed body with pale green skin, sharp black nails on his fingers, sharp teeth in his charming smile, long ears, large glowing golden eyes and dark green hair flowing around him in waves as leafs and flowers adorned his locks like gems, dear-like antlers glittering like opal moonstones resting above his brow like a crown, and flowing robes of thin green silk that fell off one shoulder and left little to the imagination.. a splendid sight to be see for sure~

“Sweet, lovely thing~ why the tears? Tell me what ails you.. and I shall make all pleasant as warm honey with your heart~ for a price~”

gently he held her chin up with a single finger, grin turning wide as a Cheshire as she grasped his larger hand softly in her own with pleading doe eyes and rosy cheeks~

“M-My aunt.. she’s sick.. she’s all the family I have.. I.. I don’t know what to do.”

He knelt down as his figure cast a tall shadow over her, as he realized she wore only her lace nightgown, My how perfect she looks gazing up at him so intently like that..

“Give me your Name, my dearest, and swear to me and me alone your first night.. and your first born~ I shall see to it your Aunt recovers and lives all her days healthy and strong… perhaps a long life as well~”

He could feel how she trembled at his words.. but he had yet to see any fear in her as her gaze turned heavy, giving up Her Name to him without hesitation..

“I swear it~ you may take my heart if it pleases you, my lord~”

He growled as she spoke those delicious words to him.. how sweet.. how delicious…. How curious was she~ a fine Mate for him indeed~

He slowly laid her down on her back as he hovered over her, his long luscious hair falling around them as he kissed her tenderly with honeyed passion, her precious moans tingling his ears as he raised a slender hand up her legs, lifting her dress skirt, only to rip her underwear clean off!

He could smell her arousal burning his nose, how sweet and inviting a scent as he bit her lips and grasped her breast as he shoved two fingers in her wet pussy and started stretching her wide with his fingers.. using his fingers to fuck her with skilled precision, only pulling his lips away from their kiss as she cummed on his hand.. her red lips gasping for breath~

“Tell me, my delicious little human~ what sickness has wrought your dear Aunt, that you would have me RAVAGE you~ make you MINE and Ruin you to any other pathetic male that would dare look at you~”

He quickly shoved his thick cock into her tight and dripping pussy right as she opened her mouth.. a guttural shriek the only thing she could muster as he slammed into her three times, filling her till they were hip to hip.. though he refused to move again till she gave him an answer~

She hastily wrapped her arms around his neck, roughly kissing him with pure hunger as she then gripped his horns and intwined her legs with his.. he froze at the look of predatory lust in her eyes.. My what a new and interesting development this turned out to be~

She weekly fained an innocent look, though she no longer bothered to make it convincing..

“Oh~ terrible allergies I’m afraid~ I feared she might never breathe properly again..”

His Golden eyes turned black as his Cheshire grin returned with glee at hearing this.. she..

SHE.. TRICKED.. HIM??

Ooooh ho ho ho ho~ A Mate this clever and patient was truly worth the wait~ he’ll be sure to reward her for that one~

He began pounding her at full force, her head rolling from side to side against the grass below as her grip tightened on his horns~ shoving his face into her neck he started to fill her with his seed~ Breeding her for as long as he desired.. after all.. thay made a deal. He will have her first Born~ and every single child he fucks into her pretty womb after that~

“Clever little Mate~ you wanted to be Bred like this? Didn’t you.. to be made a Fae’s Bride? Answer me! MY MATE! Or else I won’t fuck my brood in you~”

“Y-YES!! YES!!! Oh Yes!! I-I want this!! Please~ Breed me! MY LOVE!! P-PLEASE!!!!”

He purred at her, declaring her Love to him, to a Fae~ before he even finished Mating her~

He decides to do what not many of his kind do anymore.. Truly claims a Human as his one and only Mate~ instead of just Fucking her once.. he’s Fully going to be Breeding her to completion~

His Mate.. His Bride.. His Breeding Mother.. HIS… she’s HIS!!!

By the time she walks out that forest~ her legs tremble with every step, her dress dirty, stained with grass and the smell of sex, though it takes some time to realize she DID NOT in fact spend just a single night with her Fae Lover.. in fact he was Breeding her for a full week straight, and not long after till she starts to notice a new point at the tips of her ears..

She turns around, Smiling lovingly out at the edge of the forest as she rubs her barely round belly.. the Golden eyes of her Love grinning back at her~

Her Aunt soon emerging from their home to congratulate her, as she herself just returned from spending a few nights with her own husband…. The very kelpie that lives in the lake just behind their little cottage…

“… So.. your uncle wants to know if you invited your new Husband over for dinner? Or is he just going to keep fucking you in the woods??”

The girl turned to smile mischievously at her Aunt, unfazed by her later question..

“Yes! I did, He’s coming by a little later, he wanted to grab a few flowers for the baby first.. and also yes he will~ he’s a truly remarkably skilled Lover~ among other things~”

Her Aunt started cackling as she lead her niece inside for a nice warm bath, and then some tea and fruits for the growing babe.

“Oooh~ got a feisty one did you? Good girl! Perhaps that taste runs in the family after all!”

Sheeeesh! This is so good 😭

Hot too 😏

Claps for you 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[eli-com]

୧ *·˚ — JUDD BIRCH

୨୧ includes — poor writing, mature content, fem!reader, afab reader, innocent?reader, virgin!reader, p in v, loss of virginity, oral (f!receiving), praise, ooc!Judd, fingering, masterbation

➜ a continuation of this

— Judd was sure he’d finally gone crazy, finally reached that point of insanity where there was no going back. Many would have thought he’d reached that point a long time ago, but no; this was his rock bottom.

Hefty, deep pants filled the bedroom, the sound of slick movements vibrating off of his four walls. How long had he been at this now? How long had his veiny hand been dragging eagerly along his rock hard cock for? How many times had he come? He couldn’t remember when or how it had started — just that there was only one person to blame for the painful state he was in, and that person was you.

You and your adorable little moans, you and your perfect tits, you and that pretty pussy of yours. You, you, you! You were the only thing his mind could seem to focus on, every-time he closed his eyes another picture of you would appear, he’d found that his favourite so far was the memory of what you looked like above him when he had tongue ravaging your cunt, your lashes fluttering against those rosy cheeks, chest heaving with each breath, glossy lips parted and ever so tempting. He wondered what they’d look like wrapped around his cock, god how he wanted to find out. Would you be able to take his whole length in your mouth? He kind of hoped not; hoped that you’d struggle so he could watch as drool ran down your chin whilst you gagged pathetically, eyes welling up with tears. Fuck.

“Stupid bitch.” He’d groan out as his hips jerked up, another orgasm fast approaching, his hand movements getting sloppy. He’d fucked other girls before, plenty of other girls, but once the deed was done he never cared enough to spare them a second thought, so why would you not just fuck off and leave him alone? He’d lay in bed at night and sometimes he swore he could still hear you moaning his name, telling him how badly you needed him in that breathless voice that made his cock twitch. Maybe it was because somehow, you’d made him cum without even a touch to his groin, made the moody rebel embarrassed for the first time in his life. Or maybe it was because of that shy smile you’d given him when he’d walked you home that day, the way your arms wrapped around his torso when you gave him a quick hug before rushing into your house and locking yourself away from him. A choked moan would escape him as he felt himself release into his hand once again, sensitive red tip throbbing, whole body practically shaking as he threw his head back, brows scrunched together in ecstasy.

“She’s got you real good, huh?” That familiar raspy voice filled the room, causing the pale boy to curse under his breath as he calmed down from his high, eyes staring straight up at the ceiling above him that was covered in all kinds of marks; mostly from when he used to throw tantrums as a child and throw knives up into it, waiting to see which would fall first and imagining them landing on someone who had pissed him off recently — even as a child he’d always had his enemies. Although he did his best to ignore the annoying, needy call of his hormone monster, there was never any avoiding Maury, the furry creature leaning over him and offering a knowing grin. “What you thinking about?” He’d raise his brows comically. “You thinking about (y/n)? Thinking about her tits? Her ass? God, imagine the view of taking her from behind, wait, but then imagine taking her in missionary too, god you’d never get bored, would you? Bet you she’s flexible, think of all the positions you could try!” The sex-driven monster would drone on, now pacing around Judd’s room as the boy rolled his eyes and stood up, finally pulling his underwear back on after what he guessed had been at least an hour of ‘taking care of himself’.

“Don’t you have other horny freaks to bother? Get the hell out of my room.” He’d grumble as he threw on some grey jogging bottoms, letting them hang loosely on his hips as he made his way towards the door, looking forward to getting out of the stuffy room. However, his plan was soon paused when Maury jumped into his path, a look of concern on his face.

“Wait! Why cut this party short?! We can keep going — I’m sure you could come up with some more ideas on how you’d like to fuck (y/n)! Oh, what if you used a knife, think she’d like that? Bet she’d be into it, what do you think?” The monster was clearly excited, he’d never seen Judd so infatuated with someone before, it was new. Though, Judd didn’t seem to reciprocate the feeling, only offering a roll of his eyes as he passed the taller creature by, escaping into the hallway as his hormone monster finally took the hint and left him alone — Maury knew better than to pester Judd for too long.

He could already hear the excited chatter of his parents and sister as he descended the stairs, holding back a groan of annoyance at their chirpy tones; always so happy. The trio were gathered in the kitchen, his dad cooking whilst his mum and sister sat at the kitchen counter. His dad was the first to notice him, a joyful smile appearing on the older man’s lips as he extended his arms into the air with a spatula still in hand, making his way over to his eldest child in an attempt to trap him in a hug. Judd would grunt, brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Touch me and you’re dead, old man.” He’d threaten, voice especially hoarse, likely from his previous activities. His dad only nodded in response, backing up again, smile never faltering; he respected personal boundaries! His parents were always in a good mood, but something was off today, something was happening. “What’s got you freaks so enthusiastic?” Judd liked to feign disinterest when it came to most things, but sometimes his curious mind simply got the better of him.

“Your sister’s bringing a friend we’ve never met before over for a sleepover, isn’t that exciting! A new person to share our love with.” His dad would answer before anyone else even got the opportunity to open their mouths, he had always been a very excitable man. Judd could only roll his eyes at this, stepping over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice. His sister was constantly having friends over, and most of them were desperate losers who threw themselves at him whenever Leah wasn’t looking.

“So what? They’ll probably see the way you act and run for the hills within the first ten minutes of being here.” A scoff would leave his lips as he brought the carton up to his mouth, beginning to drink the orange juice. Leah would grimace at this, muttering something about how she couldn’t touch that now, not wanting to share his bacteria. He’d grin, if there was one thing in this world he loved, it was pissing off his siblings.

“You shouldn’t be so negative, Judd!” His mother would scold, glaring at him momentarily before turning back to his sister. “(y/n) sounds like a lovely girl! I’m sure she won’t be one to judge, besides, I’ve ordered Nicky not to leave his room unless it’s something important and me and your father will be in our room enjoying each others company.” She’d reach over the counter, taking her husband’s hand into her own as the lovesick couple grinned at each other. Judd and Leah shared a look of disgust, immediately knowing what ‘enjoying each others company’ meant. However, after a short minute, something in Judd’s mind would switch on.

“(y/n)’s the one staying over?” Leah looked confused at his question, arms crossed over her chest as she analysed his dishevelled state. She could tell something was up with her brother, as much as he tried to hide most of his emotions, every so often he’d slip up. “How d’you know her? She’s in my grade.”

“We’re in the school choir together? Plus she’s popular, Judd; not that I’d expect you to know anything about that… Loads of people know her.” The blonde girl would answer, leaning forward onto the counter infront of her. Their parents were now watching the interaction, Diane eyeing her son with a curious grin.

“Are you close with her, Judd?” The ginger woman would tilt her head ever so gently to the side in question, clearly noting something was up with her son. Judd could tell she knew something had happened, his mum could figure him out in seconds without even a word from him. He could only glare at her, practically slamming the juice carton down onto the counter in front of him.

“No, too up her own ass.” He’d lie, him and his mother stuck in a tense staring contest as he watched her eyes cloud over with interest. However, it was soon interrupted with a scoff from Leah.

“As if she’d ever go near someone like you anyways.” Judd couldn’t help but grin at the irony of the comment, chuckling under his breath as he took one last swig of the orange juice before placing it back into the fridge. All his family could do was eye him in curiosity, clearly Diane was the only one who’d figured him out, even if she wasn’t sure just how far things had gotten; she knew something had happened. “Just don’t be a freak tonight and stay in your room like you always do, that’s all I ask.” Leah would plead, clasping her hands together in-front of her, seeming almost desperate.

The boy would offer a grunt in response, giving a nod before wondering off back upstairs towards the bathroom, ready to take a cold shower. “Why would I wanna be around you anyways?” He’d shout back.

— You’d arrived at the Birch home sooner than anyone had expected, adorned in a pretty white off the shoulder jumper and some bootcut blue jeans. Judd had spotted you exiting a car, awkwardly hugging the guy driving it before walking up to the door of his home. He hadn’t bothered going back downstairs yet, and in all honesty he wasn’t sure if he should. What would happen if he did go down there? Would you freak out? Would you act like he didn’t exist? He had no clue.

He’d had his dinner upstairs that night, sharing with his raccoons before they scurried off through his window, probably off to hunt for something to give him in return like they usually did. He’d shut the window behind them, grabbing his plate and exiting his room — it was around twelve AM by now, and he’d heard you and Leah go off to her room a few hours ago.

The house was silent and dark, white light of the kitchen flickering on as he flipped the switch before tossing his plate into the sink and beginning to pour himself a glass of water. Judd was always aware of his surroundings, so he immediately turned around in slight alarm when he heard bare feet padding against the kitchen tiles. There you stood in the doorway, now dressed in a vest and some plaid pyjama bottoms, clearly surprised to see him, nervousness already taking over your smaller frame.

“Sorry — didn’t know anyone was down here, just wanted a glass of water.” Your voice was so shaky, breathless. The air had quickly become tense, the two do you staring at each other as if afraid to say anything else. After a few moments he’d clear his throat, sliding the glass of water he’d made for himself over the counter towards you before turning back to make his own. You’d whisper a thank you as you took it into your hands, only receiving a grunt in return.

You hadn’t left after getting your drink, remaining stood by the counter as you sipped on your water. He’d grumble something under his breath before finally turning, his own glass of water in his hands as he leaned back against the sink, eyeing you over. He couldn’t help the way his eyes naturally gravitated over to your chest, tits poking out of the top of your vest as if to tease him, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

You weren’t stupid, you could see him eyeing you up, as if he hasn’t eaten for weeks and you were some kind of buffet that had been laid out for him. However, you simply didn’t have the guts to make a move, still unsure where you and Judd stood around each other. Sure, only a few days ago he’d had his mouth attached to your clit, fingers moving inside of you, but did that really mean anything? To you it did, but you knew Judd Birch — you knew how he didn’t want to be tied down, how he’d never slept with the same girl more than once, and although you hadn’t actually slept together, what if just making you fall apart on his hand was enough for him?

A naive part of you hoped that wasn’t the case, hoped that maybe he did like you, maybe what happened in that closet wasn’t just an ‘in-the-moment’ thing, but the realistic part of you knew better than that. That was why you didn’t allow yourself to think about it too much, drowning yourself in schoolwork and friends; but that could only last so long, and when you laid awake in bed at night, his face was the only thing you thought of. You’d tried to get yourself off, release the tension that had built up inside, but you just couldn’t — you could never reach the spots he did, never keep the right pace, it was all wrong.

“Where’s Leah?” You hadn’t been expecting him to keep talking to you once you’d gotten your water, imagining that he’d take his own drink and shove past you. But here he was, leaning against the counter behind him and staring at you as he waited for you to respond. Although he’d been previously eyeing you up, when Judd spoke he looked at you, not your chest or your ass — he looked you right in the eyes. Sure, it’s the bare minimum, but so many guys at school couldn’t even look you in the eyes, so this felt like something special.

“She fell asleep while we were watching a movie… Tried to wake her up but I guess once she’s out, she’s out.” You’d try joke, laughing nervously as you shrugged your shoulders, but Judd didn’t laugh along. Instead his face remained in the same stoic expression it always did, eyes glued to your own.

“Who’s the guy that dropped you off?” He’d ask. This surprised you, and you made no attempt to hide it in the way your brows raised, lips ever so slightly parted. Had Judd been watching you when you’d gotten here? This was the first time you’d seen him all day, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been somewhat disappointed at his lack of presence. It was embarrassing, but when Leah invited you over for a sleepover, the first thing you thought of was Judd — being in such close proximity with him again. Just being around him now had your stomach in knots.

“Felix?” You’d question, head tilted ever so slightly to the side in confusion. Judd would simply shrug; feigning disinterest. “He’s just a new friend… We were all studying over at his house and he offered to give me a lift.” Judd’s eyes would somewhat narrow as you spoke, his grip on the counter he was leaning on tightening, knuckles going white.

“You gonna fuck him?” His words almost had you choking on air, eyes blown wide as you placed your water down. Surely he was joking, teasing you for some strange reason? But you could see he was serious, see how his jaw tensed, how he placed his own glass down, muscular arms involuntarily flexing with each movement. He looked angry, jealous even.

“No? What… Where did that even come from? I hardly know the guy! He just offered to give me a ride here because it was a long walk.” You could feel your face turning a deep shade of red, voice shaking and throat suddenly dry. If things hadn’t felt tense before, they definitely did now. By now Judd had made his way around the island counter that stood between you both, one hand resting on the cold marble as he stared down at you, brows raised as if he didn’t believe you. “I’m serious! I’m not- you know I’m…” You’d trail off, eyes trained on the floor below you, suddenly too afraid to meet his eyes.

“He wants to fuck you, could see it when he looked at you.” He’d state in that monotone voice of his, some hair falling in-front of his now hooded eyes. The air between you both felt thick, and before you knew it he’d captured your chin between his finger and thumb, lifting your face up until your eyes met his. “You wanna fuck him too?” A shaky breath escaped your lips as you shook your head ‘no.’ A satisfied, cocky grin would appear on his lips for a quick moment before it was gone again. “Good girl…” His thumb would move to caress the side of your face, tracing over your cheekbone soothingly. “Been thinkin’ about you…” His hand made its way to your hair, fingers running through it before he was suddenly yanking on it, causing your head to fall back, now staring straight up at his face as it hovered over yours, a pained yelp leaving you. “D’you think about me?”

“Yes.” You’d whimper, taking in a deep breath and swallowing saliva in an attempt to soothe your throat. “Think about you all the time…” The words left your lips without a single thought behind them, but even if you lied Judd would be able to tell, and that would only piss him off more. “Cant help it.”

Judd couldn’t help the chuckle that left him at your pathetic tone, leaning ever so slightly closer so you could feel each breath that left him fan over your face. “What do you think about me, huh?” He’d dip his head so his nose would run along the side of your face, until his lips traced over the shell of your ear and he began to nibble on it, a sharp gasp leaving you as you tensed. “Think about me touching you?”

“Yes.” You couldn’t help the loud whine that left you when his lips travelled down to the column of your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and eagerly nipping at it. “Think about your hands, they’re so pretty Judd.” He’d grin into your neck, hands moving to grip at your waist and pull your body closer to his own. They’d dip under the fabric of your pyjama pants and panties, thumbs rubbing over the skin of your hips as he bit harshly into your throat this time, a sensual moan leaving you. “Want more of you Judd… wasn’t enough before.”

He’d scoff, pulling away from your neck and admiring the red marks he’d left behind, imaging the bruises that were soon to appear. “Not enough? You think you deserve more?” His hands would slowly run up and down your hips and thighs before he was harshly grabbing at your ass, groping it between his fingers and causing you to whimper. “Greedy girl, huh?” He’d mock.

“Please…” Your voice was whiny and breathless, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his vest, you felt as if your legs could give out at any moment. Before you could continue speaking, Judd had finally attached his lips to your own. The kiss was hot, fast-paced and desperate, teeth against teeth and tongues almost immediately invading each other’s mouths. His hands had hooked under your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the counter by now, and even through your pyjama bottoms you were able to feel how cold the marble was, but it was a nice contrast to how hot the rest of your body felt.

One of Judd’s hands would slide up to your neck, thumb running along the curve of your jaw as he pulled you closer into the kiss, your nose brushing against his — you were more confident this time, had a better idea of what you were doing, tilting your head softly to the side and running your own hands down his stomach until they reached the bottom of his vest. You’d begin to pull it off, separating from the kiss momentarily and carelessly throwing the material somewhere behind you. Judd of course took the opportunity to take your own shirt off, practically growling as he felt your nails rake over his chest.

Soon enough he’d pushed you back so you were now laying down on the counter, legs dangling off the edge as you stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving with each deep breath you took. You could feel Judd run his hands over your sides before he was reaching under you to unclasp your bra and toss it elsewhere along with the both of your shirts. The cold air of the kitchen had your nipples pebbling, Judd’s thumb brushing over one before he toyed with it between his fingers, causing you to let out a short sob as your back arched. He couldn’t get enough of how sensitive you were. His lips soon attached to one of your tits, teeth grazing over your nipple and tongue teasing it as his other hand groped at the other mound, making sure both got some attention. He’d continue to alternate, groans leaving him each time your hands tugged at his hair, those angelic sounds that left your lips making him grind his erection into the side of the kitchen counter, desperately searching for friction.

He’d begin to trail his kisses between the valley of your breasts before travelling lower towards your stomach and then to the skin just above the top of your pyjama pants. You waited with anxious breaths, staring down at him with those needy eyes, begging him to fuck you with just a look. “You want me to make you feel good?” He’d raise his pierced brow, hands now placed on either one of your thighs, holding your legs apart for him. You were soon nodding without a second thought, whines leaving you as you reached down to try pull off your own pyjama bottoms. He’d scoff with a grin, reaching a hand up to your heat and placing his hand over it before slowly applying pressure with his palm. “Right here?” He’d ask.

“Yes! Yes, please Judd — want all of you, want your mouth, your cock-” You were cut off by a harsh slap to your thigh, the skin surely already gaining a red hue, a sharp gasp leaving you. Judd was grinning, hand now caressing the area he’d slapped.

“Such naughty words coming from the princesses mouth; what would everyone else think if they heard the things you’re saying to me, huh?” He’d tilt his head to the side as he asked, not waiting for your answer as he began to pull your pyjama bottoms down, revealing the pretty pink lace panties you wore beneath them. Judd was eagerly leaning in, licking a stripe up your panties and groaning at the taste of your juices that had covered the thin material, the wet patch they’d left only getting darker and it mixed with his saliva. The gesture had you squirming, one of his hands placed onto your hip to hold you in place as the other held onto your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.

By now he was practically making out with your clothed cunt, sucking on your cotton panties in an attempt to make the most of every drop of slick you’d left on them. You had to place a hand over your mouth to stop the sobs of pleasure that threatened to leave from travelling around the Birch household. His parents were right upstairs, Leah in her room asleep, and you were pretty sure his little brother was in his room too. Any of them could come downstairs and see you both, but for some reason that only seemed to add to your arousal.

Just as you felt that familiar knot begin to form in your stomach, Judd had stopped, pulling his mouth off of you and placing his hands on either side of your body on the counter, dark eyes staring at you lustfully. You were going to open your mouth to say something, but then his hands were grabbing you once again, dragging you back to the edge of the counter and leaning over you, harshly grinding the bulge that had formed in his sweatpants over your clothed pussy, the wet material staining his own. You could tell he was big just from that, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your back arched off of the counter. “Please, Judd I need it so bad, god, please.” You’d pant, and Judd would only hum in response.

“Gonna fuck you in my bed.” He’d state firmly, hooking his hands under your thighs as you sat up, lifting you off of the counter and into his arms, your legs hooking around his waist as you wound your arms around his neck. “Good girls deserve a bed, don’t they?” He’d question in that low tone that always somehow made your knees weak. You nodded along dumbly, simply overexcited at the idea of finally losing your virginity — and to Judd of all people.

He carried you up to his room pretty quickly, taking note of the clothes strewn across the kitchen and making a mental note to return for them later on. In a flash you were laying back on his bed, watching him slowly pull your panties off of you, placing the material onto his bedside table before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, a tiny whimper vibrating in your throat. He’d laugh breathlessly into your cunt, inhaling your scent before finally attaching his lips to your clit and flicking his tongue over it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked on the bud. You couldn’t help the way you aggressively yanked on his hair, causing him to let out a groan that vibrated against you and had you throwing your head back in pleasure, legs squeezing around his head as if fearful he’d pull away again. However, he made no move to stop you, as if he enjoyed being trapped between your legs, mouth attached to your cunt.

His fingers soon joined his mouth, running through your folds and collecting your juices before his thumb was circling around your entrance, hole clenching around nothing as it attempted to drag him inside. He didn’t wait long, soon inserting one finger into you and sighing at the way you tightened around his digit. He couldn’t fucking wait to be inside of you.

His finger set a steady pace as it moved, and soon enough a second one had joined it, both pumping in and out before curling to find that spongy spot that made your back arch and brows knit together, a guttural moan passing your lips as your body did it’s best to grind against his mouth and fingers. He’d run his tongue through your folds, collecting your juices and humming as he swallowed them. His fingers began to ever so slightly pick up their pace, twisting inside of you and causing your entire body to jolt and writhe on the blanket beneath you, your face contorted with pleasure and mouth agape as strings of moans left you. As if Judd could tell you were almost at your limit, he’d pull his mouth off of you, pace of his fingers slowing down and causing you to whine, eyes meeting his before dropping to watch the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to collect the juices covering his lips.

“You sure you think you can handle me?” He’d grin, leaning up to hover over you, placing short kisses over your breasts before he met your lips with his own, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “It’s okay to change your mind.” He’d mumble into your lips, and despite the intimacy of the situation, you could tell he was serious — he wanted to know you were sure.

You’d grind your hips up into his own in response, holding in your breathless giggles as you felt his hips instinctively buck into you, clothed groin pushing into your sensitive cunt and causing you to shudder with desire. “Yes, want this — want this with you.” You’d confirm, and immediately Judd was pulling his sweatpants down, revealing the lack of underwear underneath; he wouldn’t even admit to Maury how hard he’d gotten just from seeing you in his driveway earlier, immediately rushing off to his room to sort it out. One of the main reasons he hadn’t left his room was fear that he’d see you and get a painful erection in-front of his entire family…

You couldn’t help the gasp that left you at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny as it curved ever so slightly to the side. Although this was the only one you’d ever seen, you were sure he was thicker than average, just about the length you’d imagined too, tip an aggressive pink and already leaking pre-cum. You’d reach forward, thumb swiping some of the pre-cum off and bringing it into your mouth, the movement almost instinctive. Judd could only groan as he watched, quickly reaching over to his bedside table to grab a condom from the drawer, eagerly sliding it over himself.

Soon enough his own hand moving up to caress the side of your face as the other took hold of his length, prodding the tip against your entrance, the both of you moaning as you fluttered around nothing. Then he was moving forward, slowly sinking inside of you, brows furrowed as he tried to contain his pleasure, your velvety walls squeezing him and doing their best to pull him further in. “Fuck.” He’d mumble, eyes travelling back and forth between your face and your cunt, absorbed in the way your features morphed with pleasure as he moved.

“It’s too big…” You’d squeal, throwing your head back as your hands clamped down on his forearms, back arching off of the bed as you felt pain rise in your stomach. Tears would sting at your eyes, the stabbing pain spreading further. Judd would immediately stop moving, only making you whine as you continued to writhe below him.

“You want me to stop?” He’d move his hand up to your stomach, thumb running just over where he could see a slight bulge in your tummy, caressing the skin in a soothing manner. His other hand brushing your hair off of your forehead. You couldn’t help but think about how strange this was, you’d never seen Judd so caring… Well, not since your ‘moment’ in the school janitors closet. A warm feeling spread over you as you as you watched him stare down at you with more concern than you’d ever seen on him before in his eyes. Just that look had you shaking your head, hand reaching up to pull his head down to yours and connect your lips once again, the boy humming into your mouth.

“Don’t stop.” Before you’d even finished speaking, Judd has bottomed out in you, balls hitting your ass and tip just about poking at your cervix. The both of you took a moment to deeply breathe in sync, staring at each other as he now placed his arms on either side of your head, noses ever so slightly brushing against each other. It didn’t take long for that painful sting to disappear, and now you just felt full, beginning to grind your hips up in an attempt to create some friction. Judd would tightly grab at your hip, doing his best to hold himself back from moving inside of you. If he could have it his way he’d be pounding you into the mattress by now, not stopping until neither of you would be able to leave the bed, but he wanted this to be a good first time for you. “Please move…” You’d beg desperately. “Want you to move, wanna feel it.”

He’d start off slowly, languidly pulling out, a long moan leaving you, before he thrusted back in, muffling his own moan by biting down into your neck harshly, definitely leaving a mark behind. His fingers bruisingly dug into your skin, rubbing circles as he continued to move back and forth, gradually beginning to pick up his pace. He could feel you squeeze around him with each thrust, the way your body did its best to meet his thrusts. Before he knew it he felt his own release approaching, causing him to stop moving out of panic. “Shit, stop — fucking, stop fucking moving.” He’d grunt.

Your hips would stop their grinding movement against his, worried eyes staring up at him as his own closed, nose scrunching as if in pain. Concern immediately rose within you, had you done something wrong? Did he not like it? This was a stupid idea, why had you done this?-

As if sensing your concern, Judd would lean down and place a kiss to your nose, heavy breaths fanning over your face as he adjusted on his forearms. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just, you’re so fucking tight, don’t wanna cum too early.” He’d pant against your cheek, placing another gentle kiss there before pulling away to look at you, reassurance in his eyes. “You’re doing so good, taking me perfectly, just relax.” He’d almost coo at you, one hand running through your hair before he slowly began to rock his hips again, shaft leisurely running against your walls, your back once again arching, face contorting with pleasure.

The veins that ran along his shaft caressed each crevice perfectly, as if you’d been made to fit him, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slow but harsh push. The two of you moved in sync, your own body more relaxed now, every so often giving him a gentle squeeze as you felt him twitch within you. Judd didn’t really moan, more often just letting out deep grunts and groans or uttering words of encouragement, face hard and focused, small beads of sweat dripping off of him. The moment was almost romantic, intimate, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes not daring to leave each others as your bodies moved as one. One of your hands would join his by the side of your head, fingers interlacing as his pace slowly began to speed up once again.

His hips were snapping into yours eagerly by now, desperately chasing your release as he watched you tense under him, your eyes closed, mouth agape as moans left one after another. This was just like what he’d imagined, if not better. He wanted to take in every pretty expression you had to offer, commit every sound you made to memory incase he didn’t get the chance to hear them again. He could feel his own high building up within him, but he was determined to get you there first, determined to watch you come undone beneath him again.

“Judd! ‘M gonna — gonna cum!…” You’d cry out, and he could feel you shaking beneath him. Before you knew it he’d placed his hands under your knees, pushing your legs up until they were either side of your head, the new position causing you to let out an almost pornographic moan, your head thrown back as the knot within your stomach grew tighter and tighter. The bed would creak with each harsh thrust, sounding as if it could give out at any moment. Within seconds you were coming undone around him, white pleasure clouding your vision as Judd kissed feverishly at your lips, continuing to grind into you as he chased his own high.

Soon enough he was joining you, a low grunt of your name being uttered from his lips as his pace faltered and slowed down, body dropping down on-top of yours. He’d place sloppy kisses along your jaw, hand travelling under your body as his fingers trailed along your spine, helping you to calm down as you whimpered into his ear, body hot and sensitive. The room was once again hot and stuffy, the two of you sweaty, skin sticking to each other as you wound your arms around his neck, enjoying the momentary bliss.

“Wear something that shows off your neck on Monday, want Patrick to see the marks I left on you.” He’d murmur into your skin, nose buried into your hair as he took in your scent, his own muscles relaxing as he pulled out of you, shuddering before throwing the condom into the trash can beside his bed. You could only let our breathless giggles in response, finding the venom in the way he said Patrick’s name amusing, shaking your head and gently slapping at his arm, causing him to growl into you.

You’d fallen asleep wrapped up in Judd’s arms that night, chest pressed tightly against his, nose buried into the crook of his neck as his chin sat on top of your head.

— Judd had rushed downstairs early the next morning, determined to pick up the items of clothing the two of you had previously abandoned before any of his family awoke. So far he’d found both vests, the two pieces located closer to the door, but your bra seemed to be nowhere in sight. Just when he stepped further into the kitchen, he’d spot his mother sat at the counter, a sly grin on her lips, your bra sitting on the marble.

“You’re up early, Judd… Got any plans today?” She’d ask coyly, head tilted to the side. She knew, and she knew he knew that she knew. He’d grunt, halting in-front of her as his eyes flickered between her and the pink bra on the counter.

“No, my friend just — left this the other day, dunno how it got here.” He’d grumble, quickly swiping the bra away and holding it along with the white vests in his hand. His mother would scoff, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of the coffee in her hands.

“Tell (y/n) I hope she enjoyed her stay — and let her know you’ll be driving her home.” She’d state as she watched her son turn away, his face red, fists clenched angrily. Of course he was going to drive you home, did his mom think he was some kind of player? Well, maybe he would be considered one in some terms, but no, he didn’t consider himself to be such a way… And he especially wouldn’t let you take yourself home after last nights events…

Soon enough he’d returned to his room, allowing you to get dressed, watching from his spot on his bed. He’d be lying if he said he was excited for you to leave, he’d enjoyed waking up and watching you sleep beside him, face relaxed, breaths calm. You’d stand awkwardly at the door once you were done, eyes meeting yours as an anxious smile pulled at your lips.

“I’ll see you later? I’m-” You’d trail off. “I’m excited for you to drive me home.” It sounded pathetic, but it was true, and Judd couldn’t help but agree, nodding to you and watching as you left, sneaking back towards Leah’s room in desperate hope she was still asleep. He’d throw his head back, willing sleep to overtake him, but it never came. Instead, thoughts of you popped into his mind, and once again he felt his pants tighten, a frustrated curse leaving his lips as his hand reached down towards his bulge.

[draconicscreaming]

Good For Me

"Good Girl"

Warning: Suggestive

Pairing: f!reader x vice captain hoshina

Notes: Couldn't sleep so I wrote this incredibly short little drabble. Hope y'all like it anyway with my tired brain!

"Good girl”

A hushed murmur of words over flushed skin, tingling with anticipation as his fingers slowly caress the soft planes of your abdomen. He traces leisurely down your sides, thumb settling against the dip of your hip as he squeezes the supple flesh. He pulls you closer, your clothed crotch rubbing against his, drawing a needy whine from your throat at the much needed friction.

Hoshina’s scarlet eyes roam your heated features, drinking in your plump lips - rosy and slick from his own saliva after he’d ravaged the flesh with his tongue and teeth. He was right though. You’ve been such a good girl. Waiting patiently all day for some semblance of contact from him after his light teases, his whispered promises tickling your ear as he’d pass you in training.

He liked to deliver on his promises and here he was, plucking and prodding at your seams to unravel you beneath him. He’s been at this for an hour now. But he could go longer. Just to see you writhe beneath him, needy for his touch.

You mewl deliciously into the space between the two of you, spurring on a new flash of arousal that keeps him hard. He knows you can feel him through his pants, rubbing against your core. Rutting and rolling his hips as his hands keep your lower half in place. Despite his rising desire to take you, he keeps his resolve in check. Just to watch those pretty expressions of yours flicker across your visage. 

Need. Desperation. Lust. Love. Admiration. Melting back into desperation as he rolls his hips again, grinding against where you needed him. Hoshina leans forward, tongue easily slipping between your lips, swallowing the moan that bubbles up in your throat. Your hands grip at the fabric covering his back, fighting his strength keeping you in place. 

Hoshina retreats from you for a moment, his hushed laughter spurring on your rising frustration to have him. “Just a little longer, beautiful, gotta get ya more worked up,” he rumbles, drunk on the pretty little noises that award his words.

“Good girls can take whatever I give ‘em. Keep bein’ good for me, sweet thing. You'll have me soon."

[astralnymphh]

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⋆' aestras footnotes x.

⋆' a/n; decided to write them. right then and there. lmk your ideas below!! enjoy!! MDNI.

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⋆' ellie, who sleeps half-nude, always ravages her hoodies in the process of taking them off. gets that excited to feel your skin through and through, big spooning you in bed with her perky nipples grazing the grooves of your back. I think most of the time, her boxers will remain untouched when you're just sleeping. but, feeling horny? now they're chucked to some lifeless corner of the room, and the sticky plush of her pussy is dragging against your butt, one leg hooked over your thighs. humping like a dog, as usual. "hahh– fuck, couldn't wait– mmh, can'i touch you?"

⋆' with her toned abdomen, built from the patrol routes that had her climbing, hauling and lifting, she's fucking eye candy. indirectly flaunting her beautiful abs when you straddle her. you always feel the creases and grooves of her robust muscles contracting and tightening whenever you're feeling her up, gulping firmly and staring you down with those emerald eyes. always has to fondle you back, hands reaching instinctively to your hips, giggling into a kiss.

⋆' a girl who loves having her scars caressed by the pad of your thumbs. kiss them, and she's holding you close, pleating her boxers down to her ankles while keeping steady contact, hot breath choppy in her invigorated state. in particular, the scar on her thigh. brush your lips over it, and she'll nearly start riding your face right away.

⋆' the freckles most viable of seeing them that dot her face, trickle down and strike her skin like a cinnamon constellation. shoulders are the next most freckled area of her body. that's why you love kissing her there, she's gone so sensitive for those nibbles, whimpering little "mmhs–" and "babe, fuck–" when you latch there. her pussy is angrily throbbing at that point.

⋆' happy trail. that's it. never shaves it. perfectly horizontal and framed by a beautifully mild v-line down her hips. thank aphrodite this girl wears low rise to show that auburn trail off.

⋆' speaking of hair, yeah, she's unshaved. pretty little bush under those jeans. spokes out on the top leading to her happy trail. a duller auburn, maybe? she doesn't care enough to get rid of it, it's just hair. just bobby pin it to the back if you got work to do!! (blatant referencing) short length pussy prbly. thats so random but that's what my foresight tells me 🥱 who would even go into details like that? outie.

⋆' has the nicest back to ever grace your eyes. toned to just the right amount, celestial looking in golden light, finely broad shoulders, and always needs a massage. predictably tense. more the type to sit criss-cross with you behind, molding your fingertips into the ductile muscles of her neck, laxing her head back with an "ohhhh, fuck." enlongated groan and husky toned as ever as the tension releases with every grip. don't forget the coral red scratches you marked, scraping up her shoulder blades when she hits that g–spot like lightwork.

⋆' i think she opts out of wearing a bra a lot. so, with that idea grounded, perky nipples. sososooo sensitive. which is bad, cause she hates wearing bras, so any loose clothing has to be worn with a tank underneath. won't admit it, but loves when you suckle on the light pink buds. can't you just imagine, scissoring, you on top, ticklish mouth latched to her nipple, digging your hips into hers, and she's all mouth gaping, limbs twitching at every tongue flick, nearly tearing up when you tug it, blowing pushy air through puffed rosy cheeks, callighraphizing her nails indent into your scalp, pussy getting glossy as hell and pounding her hips back up in quick paced rolls, the delicious tightening of her clit numbing up every cell in her body. the next morning, her chest and legs would ache, reminiscence of last nights actions notched in her bones. also her tits would be so pretty. small, but cute. nipples hardening and poking through the fabric when you touch her. ♡

⋆' as much as ellie loves your ass, getting hers nudged and groped when she's pounding her hips into in missionary stuns her reason more than it should, skin pounding harder together, clenching up at your touch, eyelids faltering shut and mouth clumsily flobbing over curses and praises. "fufufufuhckk, purr–fect puss– mhh, s'good baby I can– shit– uhhuh, hold.. on–!" i wanna eat her ass btw. dc if looks small or flat. have you seen the curve of her back during the nighttime farm scene? argue with the clicker idk.

⋆' knees are probably roughed up from how much she's on top, chafing on the cotton fabric, abrasions and discoloration. doesn't help when she's kneeling for you either though 🤣.

⋆' calloused hands. of course. a touch so soft can feel a bit tough and bumpy, but, they probably feel soo good on your clit. added texture when she palms you with three fingers in deep. and the way her taut fingers peel your legs open, gripping the callouses deep into the plush fat of your thigh, letting go and flattening her palm on the inside of them to keep you open. so hot. probably can't even feel them when she slaps your ass though.

⋆' her tattoo.. bro.. gets so aroused watching her tatted arm flex and twine when she fingers you. she's hovering above you, bicep tucked close to her chest, extending towards your cunt and dipping three fingers in those slobbed folds and thumbing your clit. she drones little whimpers and splits her lips only to mock your variably louder moans, "'oohh, ellie', yeah? that' good? who's fingers in you right now? mhm– ellie's fuckin' fingers."

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𓋜 RAVAGING WHAT'S THEIRS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ members of riize.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ teaching lessons ⋆ riize hyung line

﹙ 라이즈 ﹚ their reaction to you in a lace party dress. ── 𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝒻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. (≽^•༚• ྀི≼) GENRE suggestive && nsfw. ⭑⠀、 𝓐RCHIVE?! ✶ 𝒘𝒄 0.4k ╱ © indiweb

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OSAKI SHOTARO⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 쇼타로 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he’d gone to the party with the rest of the boys , entrusting you with your dear girl friends who had a special surprise for the man. the night was young and so were you both , so a little frisk never hurt anyone. especially not when he looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and stumbled actions the moment he saw you enter the house party with that damn lacy dress riding up your ass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the music tuned out as he focused on you , one last shot to the head whilst he maneuvered through the crowd and took hold of your hand. a yelp was muffled into the music at his abrupt grasp , handing your cup of liquor off to minjeong that cheered you on during your departure. she knew how head over heels shotaro was for you , so she thoroughly enjoyed seeing how out of shape he got seeing you so dolled up.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lips crashed together the moment shotaro threw both of your bodies onto a random coat closet. arms snaked his shoulder all the while his likewise wrapped your waist , large hands grasping at the flesh of your exposed ass. " fuck , baby why would you do this t’me. y’look so fuckin’ pretty. i need you so bad. " he’d whine into the crevice of your neck , grinding his clothed crotch into your barely-exposed cunt that’d already soaked the thin fabric of your dress.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lewd mewls echoed the small chamber , fingers entangling within his luscious curls as you explored each others mouths , not a single care for the outside world in sight. it didn’t matter to shotaro if someone walked in , he’d put on a show to make sure you got the message to never wear a dress so revealing without him again. his simple touched etched into your skin , burning sensations seeping into your veins and getting you high off his affection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if not for his total self control , he’d have you face down in the closet with the only coherent sentence uttered being an apology for allowing minjeong to dress you in such garments. garments that he fought hell and back to not rip off your sweet body just so he could have a quick view at what was his , and his only.

' fu— fuck , y'er too fuckin' pretty for me to stay mad at. damn you. ' ' sho , please! o— oh , fuck. please , sho! '

the way his fingers were swallowed whole within the tight embrace of your sopping cunt could be experimented on. how he pumped you just perfectly to earn the right amount of squeals and whines , oh he was just perfect.

' s'good f'me , pretty. so so good for me. c'mon jus' like that , lemme hear ya. ' ' s— shit! fuck , sho please! '

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SONG EUNSEOK⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 송은석 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀speaking of face down ass up. eunseok would’ve left for the party in a separate car than you , you ensuring that the outfit you wore for him was a secret that’d be revealed at the gathering. eunseok was only a tad worried knowing that (yu) jimin was the one who dressed you. he knew how … revealing .. her style could be. and he also knew how desirable you were , so the combo would not be in his favor at a public event.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and yet , the moment his eyes scanned your plush figure , noticing how entirely see through the dress was , all he could think about was how his friends couldn’t keep their eyes off you. how your hips swayed every step you took closer to them. it burned his insides , a firm grasp tugging on your wrist before you even had a moment to greet the group of men. stumbled footing was met with his sudden aggression , jimin giving you double thumbs up as you swallowed the harsh lump that rested within your throat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the next few moments were an entire blur. all you could reckon was being pushed into a room with a bed. kisses being exchanged and moans fueling the heat between your legs. though now , you could barely remember your own name with how deep his swollen tip prodded your cervix. legs grew numb by the minute , one hand pinning both of your wrists to your back while the other likewise pinned your head to the mattress below. your own laced underwear was stuffed right in your mouth , catching all the stray tears that burned down the flesh of your cheeks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" i leave you alone for a second and you play some sick game trying to get a reaction. " his hoarse tone sent chills down your spine with every rut he sent into your lower abdomen , eyes rolling at how perfectly he stretched you out ; how easily he stuffed you whole as he bottomed out each thrust. muffled apologies were sobbed into the fabric garments , toes curling whenever he turned his pace dangerously slow just so he could smack your hips together with each aggressive buck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" m’s— sorry , seok! p— please , oh fuck please. i’m— i’m sorry! " wails of mercy protruded your frail lips , laced underwear being replaced by two of his thick digits all the while he toughened his steady pace , enjoying how drunk you were getting from his hostility. it was no help that your sopping cunt sucked him in harder with every pull out ; eunseok’s favorite thing about your precious body.

' tell me you'll never do some dumb shit like this again , my love. ' ' i— i swear. i promise! i— i’m sorry , baby. '

mewled curses could be heard exerting the man’s lips , thrusts getting sloppier the longer he ravaged your insides. he could feel himself getting closer , you already on your second orgasm of the night.

' too fuckin' pretty to be prancin' around like this. ' ' oh , f— fuck. seok m'sorry. i'm sorry! please let me cum. '

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JUNG SUNGCHAN⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 정성찬 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an extroverted puppy he was. he loves mingling with others , especially once the liquor started hitting. he hadn’t even realized you entered the party due to him all around the bar taking shots with different people. you were likewise lost in your own world , body swaying against yizhuo’s as you both allowed the melodies that blared the speakers to control your movements.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it wasn’t until shotaro tugged sungchan’s shoulder , knocking a little of his shot from the glass as sungchan pivoted his footing. eyes locking on your figure , his eyes were mere inches from protruding his sockets , downing his last shot before he stumbled his way into the horde of dancing figures. no matter how many women threw themselves at him in an attempt to seduce a dance , he gently pushed them aside with his eyes locked on your far-too-revealing body that was on full display for anyone who so much as gazed in your direction.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀soon after he ripped you from yhizuo’s grasp , you found yourselves within the confinement of a random bathroom. his chest was pressed into your back with his arms holding firm grasps along your biceps , weakened moans riding off your tongue with every movement he made. the hems of your skirt was hiked up your ass , one of his large hands kneading the exposed flesh that’d grown red from his harsh slaps.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your legs would’ve given out if not for how deep he buried himself in you. stretching your delicious walls to mar the shape of his dick. veins raked your insides with every strained thrust he slowly guiding in your cunt , enjoying how you squirmed before him , practically fucking yourself on his erection. " so fuckin’ needy for someone who wore such filth. " teeth gritting only meters away from your ear , back arching how his breath fanned the hairs on your neck. " m’sorry , chan. f— fuck. please just fuck me. " your pleading moans were music to his ears , the hand that rested on your bicep traveling to your neck and making you watch how you begged him so pathetically.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with one last ricocheting slap to your swollen flesh , he guided his hand towards your opposite bicep , roughening his actions and likewise watching you through the mirror. how your mouth hung low. the way you twitched every other rut he sent to your gut. your eyes that practically turned white every time he kissed your cervix with his throbbing tip. you were so perfect. so goddamn perfect for him , though sometimes your actions got the best of you.

' use your words , baby. c'mon , i know you can be a big girl f'me. ' ' p—please , jus' fuck me. please , baby. '

one leg was thrown onto the counter , giving sungchan more access to hit every sweet spot that carved your insides. by now the dress had been completely tarnished , stretched out at every seam along it.

' god y'fit me so well , pretty. so perfect. ' ' i— i can— can't. s'too much. fuck , fu— fuck so good , baby. '

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PARK WONBIN⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 정성찬 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”y/n’s little emo boyfriend” is what everyone called him. sticking out like a sore thumb whenever he stood next to your brilliant smile and extroverted mannerisms. always so gentle , so careful when his hands grazed your precious skin. it was as if he was scared to lay a hand on you , earning some guidance from yourself whenever he did so. it was cute. he was cute. always has been since before you asked him out.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀never in your life would you have thought to see such hunger swirling his beautiful eyes. disheveled breaths grazing your flesh and earning soft gapes from your gloss covered lips. thighs threatening to close were held still by your sheepish boyfriend who couldn’t stand how beautiful you looked out on the dance floor. he thought he could handle it. he swore he wasn’t the jealous type. no never. he couldn’t. it was childish and far too time consuming.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though , the longer he observed you amongst peers , skirt riding your hips anytime you lowered your upper body to grind against aeri’s lower abdomen. the man’s mind wandered freely , jealousy an evident linger the more he envied the woman. he was a fool to think he was superior , falling victim like any other man and finding himself kneeled between your legs with utmost desperation protruding his aroma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" f— fuck , bin please! wh— what if someone walks i— in? " your pleas were merely rubbish to his disastrously lewd actions. to hell with everyone that could interrupt your moment. he wanted you. he needed you. this very instant. just as much as you wanted him. aeri knew a dress as such would bring out the worst in your timid boyfriend , and boy were you glad you listened for once. he handled you with such hostility , yet so much passion that it made your legs turn jello.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lips latched onto your clit to silence your critiques , knees bucking around wonbin’s head , though his sleek fingers delved into your flesh and forced them open much like before. it was an erotic scene , chin dripped in your slick with his lust filled gaze burning holes into your weeping figure above. if not for your wrist that was glued to your filth-spewing mouth you’d be sure to have moans embedded into the seams of the finished walls.

' jus' once more , sweetheart. i know you got one final load in there f'me. ' ' b—bin , please. i— i ca—can't. '

calloused fingers joined his mouth in relishing your juices , sopping cunt wrapping firmly around two of his digits that seeped so perfectly within your delicate walls. it drove him mad how sweet you tasted.

' you're doin' s'good for me , princess. ' ' i— i'm sorry. bin , p— please. i—i promise i'll never we— ear it again. '

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[k00giie]

giving him a lesson

synopsis: you make scara submit to you

cw: sub scaramouche x dom gn reader, praise kink, begging, crying, overstimulation, lip bleed, rough sex, NSFW CONTENT BELOW!!!

scaramouche tries so hard to resist you, acting all high and mighty. he stifles his moans to the best of his abilities, biting his lip til the metal taste of blood is on his tongue.

for his disobedience you will make him suffer. make him beg.

his body is hot, his flace flushed a deep red and his body sensitive to the touch.

you press your lips against his as he desperately kisses you back, moaning into your mouth. your hand tightens around his dick as you continue to jerk him off. he’s came more times that he can count and his body feels like it’s on fire.

he whines against your lips, sweat dripping down his jaw as his hips shutter as you mercilessly pick up speed. “i can’t!” he cries out, tears pricking at the corners of his violet eyes. you smirk at him, feeling him thrust against your hand like a dog in heat. “i’m gonna!” he’s cut off by a loud cry, his orgasm washing over him in waves. “such a good boy for me scara.” you praise, as he whimpers. embarrassed by the praise and being seen so weak in your eyes.

your hand soiled with his cum doesn’t falter with the pase you’ve built up. fat tears stream down his rosy cheeks. he squirms pathetically, feeling your tongue slip past his lips as you roughly ravage his mouth.

his dick is bright red, the tip leaking with more precum as you quicken your pace. his breathes grow heavy and ragged as he cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “stop, it too much! ah!” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you feel his dick twitch between your fingers once more.

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how would the guys (maybe rosie, Brady, one or two others of your choice) react to reader dressing up all pretty for them? like new dress or a different hairstyle or trying a bold red lip for the first time… just wanting to look nice for him

Nonny!! I’m a lipstick 💄 girl so this made me excited haha!! What I wouldn’t do for a Victory Red lipstick 🤩 As always, requests are open and I don’t mind spam :)

Cut for length, light spice under the cut!

Robert Rosenthal:

-Rompers for this leg man will absolutely be the end of you

-He thinks that legs are super sexy and anything that shows off your legs is going to be mouth-watering for him

-He gets this really big grin on his face and you know he’s having an arm around you the entire rest of the night.

-Public teasing ensues for sure

John Brady:

-I think a bold red lip would send him over the edge tbh. -He’s imagining those lips in some precarious positions 👀

-And he absolutely will want to ravage you the minute he can get you alone

-Almost has a hard time speaking?? Would stammer a little bit and have a hard time not just staring at your mouth.

Gale Cleven:

-A new hairstyle will absolutely leave him speechless

-He’ll get all blushy about it and offer a sweet and sincere compliment. -Definitely lingers as you hug or kiss so he can smell your hair

-Totally wants to unpin your hair because self control is hanging by a thread

Bucky Egan:

-New high heels absolutely has this man sinking to his knees in front of you and helping you lace or tie them up

-And yes, he’s kissing your ankles and giving you that pretty Egan grin that means mischief

-Definitely saves some innuendos and flirting for dinner

-And ensures that the shoes stay on haha afterwards haha

[thesentientmango]

Ring Around the Rosie - AO3

Chapter 18- The Glow in the Dark

Xisuma's time in the cave continues...

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Xisuma wasn't sure how long he’d been climbing for. He must be near the surface. He must be.

It felt as though even his blood was running dry as he heaved his body, one step, two. Further up the cliffs.

Within the silent echoes of the cave, he swore he heard voices sometimes but he didn’t think about it. He couldn’t afford to draw more attention to himself. At this point he looked as dead as he felt, and at least that was giving him the luxury of being ignored.

He knew if anything felt like attacking him he wouldn't be able to defend himself.

His stomach growled ceaselessly, a gnawing hunger and he could feel his body eating itself, turning on any morsel of fat and muscle left in his body. He didn't have much left to give. Every part of him was shriveled and dying, his skin was cracked and dry from the Nether, and the only bonus of being in a cave was that the sun wasn’t there to beat down on his already dry and bleeding skin.

The only reprieve he got was the occasional glow ahead, encouraging him forward with the promise of lichen. The bitter plant was his only lifeline down here. He clawed it down off of the wall, leaving none of it left as he ravaging it. Crouching down and huddled over it as if something might swoop down and steal his prize. Barely tasting it. They were dry things. Basically dead themselves. But it was something. Anything was better than dying down here.

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[coldfanbou]

MinaSaiyat IS Side Story: Girl's Day

A short side story about Jihyo and Dahyun spending some time together while OC was in japan with Mina

Stepping out into the sun, Jihyo made her way to the park. Dressed in a long skirt and white top, JIhyo would try to find a tree to wait under while Dahyun arrived. With you gone, the two women were going to spend some time together. They were used to hanging out, but now that they lived in two different places, it had become slightly more difficult to do so. Jihyo didn’t have to wait long; as she played a game on her phone, she noticed a person walk up to her. She couldn’t just pull her head away when she was so close to finishing the level, but the person’s head poked in front of the screen, taking her attention away. “Jihyo-unnie!” Forced to put her phone away, Jihyo stands up and hugs the younger woman. “It’s so nice to see you again!”

“It’s nice to see you too, Dahyun. Have you been doing well? A little lonely now that your step-brother is gone?”Jihyo teases the younger woman, nudging Dahyun's shoulder.

Dahyun smiles, her cheeks turning bright red. “It-I’m fine, Jihyo.” Dahyun shakes her head and looks at Jihyo again. “What did you have planned for today?”

“I thought it would be nice to go clothes shopping, maybe get some food after,” Jihyo replies.”Did you have something you wanted to do?”

“No, I wanted to know what you had planned, is all. Let’s go.” The women head off toward the mall, making small talk along the way. Store by store, they go through looking for something that they like, and occasionally find something, a shirt here, skirt there.

While they moved on to the next store, Jihyo stopped in place. She grabbed Dahyun’s shoulder. “Dahyun, let’s go in here next.” The younger woman turns her head to see a lingerie store.” Her face becomes red. “Don’t you think it would be nice to surprise him with a nice set of lingerie?”

“I’m not so sure about that, Jihyo,” Dahyun says hesitantly.

“You could use it on him when he comes back, Dahyun. Can you imagine it? He walks in to see his beautiful step-sister ready for him. You know he wouldn’t be able to resist you.” Jihyo’s word work on Dahyun.

The younger woman blushes at the thought of being ravaged. “Maybe we should just take a look,” Dahyun says quietly. Jihyo is grinning from cheek to cheek as she pulls Dahyun along into the store. They look through all kinds of different sets, trying a few on. “Jihyo-unnie!” Dahyun yells from the changing room. Jihyo walks over to the changing room, hands full of different sets. 

“What do you need, Dahyun?”  

“Can you tell me if I look good?”

“Of course, let me step inside.” Jihyo waits for Dahyun to open the changing room door; she looks to the floor as she steps inside and closes the door behind her. When she finally turns her head to Dahyun, she can’t help but smile. “Ah! You look so sexy, Dahyun!” Jihyo scans Dahyun’s body, taking in the sight. The lingerie that Dahyun had chosen to try on was all white, melting in her pale skin. Her rosy nipples and pink cunt stood out, both of them free to be touched. Dahyun’s bra and panties avoided these areas, making them easily accessible. A garter belt and stocking added to the look; it was almost as if it was a bride on her wedding day. “He would love to see you in that Dahyun.”

“Do you think so?” 

“I know so,” Jihyo replies, giving Dahyun a thumbs up. “I’m going to try some on too. I’ll be in the next room over if you need me.” Jihyo leaves the room and heads over to change in one of the others. Now alone, Dahyun picks up her phone and snaps a few photos of herself. Each one shows off a different part of her body. The first is Dahyun leaning forward to show off her small cleavage while another has her turned around and showing off her ass. She debated for a moment whether to send them to you but decided against it in the end. She kept them on her phone for safekeeping. Jihyo, meanwhile, kept trying different lingerie on. One of them, similar to Dahyun’s, showed off her nipples and cunt. Jihyo shook her breasts back and forth, thinking of how much you would like it. She also tried on a sheer nightgown with the smallest panties she could find. It was barely visible from the right angles. A knock on the door spooks Jihyo. “Who is it.”

“It’s me, Jihyo-unnie. I’m done looking around.” 

“Ah, okay. Dahyun, tell me how I look.” Dahyun opens the door to Jihyo’s changing room just enough for her to peek through.

“Wow, You would really wear that for him?” Jihyo smirks at Dahyun’s question.

“Yep, I think he would really enjoy it. Alright, I think I’m done too.” They gather their things and head out of the changing area before being stopped by a worker. 

“Excuse me, did you try all of these on?” She says, pointing toward the sets. Jihyo and Dahyun nod their heads. “Unfortunately, we don’t allow that unless you bought them beforehand. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to buy them all.” The staff member points toward a sign beside the changing rooms sign that makes mention of their rule. “If something didn’t fit well though, like a pair of panties or bra, we do offer a new replacement to them.” Jihyo and Dahyun looked at each other, shocked, before heading over to the cash register to buy everything they had tried on. Jihyo felt her heart drop; she had tried on so many different kinds. Dahyun frowned; she hadn’t tried on that many, but it definitely made her budget a bit smaller.  

The women stepped out of the store feeling a little defeated. “How about we go to your place Dahyun? I don’t think I want to shop anymore.” Dahyun nods her head, and the two make their way to Mina’s apartment. Once they arrive, Dahyun drops everything in her room before returning to see Jihyo looking around. “This place is nice.”

“It is, but it’s also a little lonely with Oppa gone.”

“Finally admitting it?” Dahyun tilts her head to the side and falls onto the couch after hearing Jihyo’s response. “How…how did you end up falling in love with him?” Dahyun’s head shoots up, and she stares at a shy JIhyo who refuses to look her way. 

“Well, he’s always been there for me and Chaeyoung. How could I not love him? It’s just recently that I told him and…”

“Yeah, we know how that’s gone.” Jihyo chuckles.

“What about you, Jihyo-unnie? I’ve only heard the story from Oppa.”

“Whatever he’s told you is probably everything. I had a cheating husband who had us move away from my family to control me. It was only when I met him that I started to get that freedom back. He treated me really well and said all the right things. I don’t think I would be where I am without him, and I want to spend my life with him.” Jihyo glances at Dahyun, who’s staring back at her, and laughs. “It’s kind of funny having this conversation with someone else who feels the same way about him.”

“...yeah it is. I want to spend my life with Oppa too. I never thought I had a chance and was ready to support him on the side. I know that even now, our parents would never support us, but…” Jihyo sits beside Dahyun, putting her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder. 

“Look at you now, though, having sex with him and going out on dates. You’re enjoying your life with him, Dahyun. Don’t worry about those things too much.” Jihyo takes a deep breath, “Let’s both try our best, Dahyun.” Dahyun nods in agreement. The women sit in silence before Dahyun leaves to get water. Jihyo turns on the TV and finds something to put on to get rid of the previous atmosphere and enjoy the rest of the day together.

[calico-heart]

12. Quarry

(another collab with @seasaltandcopper today, he wrote A'mahl's bits! :3)

Evening clouds cast a vibrant glow over the flower-strewn field, still warm from the fading desert sun. Hornbills swooped overhead, feasting on Bloodgliders as they retreated to their evening nests.

They weren't the only predators about. Dusk was the hunting ground of Gyr Abania's greatest stalkers.

With precious little cover, Nahte couldn't hope to hide. He sprinted over open grassland, ears pinned as he panted, tail streaming behind him like a cloudwhisp.

The beast in pursuit was closing ground.

Each yalm of earth covered put them closer and closer together. Grass rustled. The air shifted minutely, offering a split-second of warning before a shadow blotted out the rosy-blush of evening light.

Sharp claws latched onto Nahte's clothes, and the heavy weight of another body slammed into him.

"Gotcha!"

Nahte hissed and mrowled, tripping to the dirt and sending ravaged bits of grass and flowers into the wind. They rolled in a knot of fluffed-out fur and rumbled clothes.

He gave a kick mid-tumble, struggling to dislodge his attacker, "Gerrrrroff me!!"

The kick glanced off as the two thrashed, and a deep, rumbling growl answered. Then a voice, tinged with amusement. "An' why th' hells would I wanna do that? I got you right where I want you."

Hot breath puffed off the tip of Nahte's ear. He flicked it, making halfhearted attempts to writhe loose. The scent of his attacker was nearly as overwhelming as the nectar of the flowers they'd trampled. "I won't make it easy for you, fiend."

A chuckle. The swish of a tail beating against the grass.

"Good," Mahl purred in agreement, teeth nipping at Nahte's ear as it retreated from reach. "That's half the fun."

(FFxivWrite 2024 - Prompt 12)

[solidwater05]

So this dream starts in Minecraft as usual

I can't remember exactly what happened, but I was with at least other 2 people exploring an abandoned underground... thing. The section we were exploring looked like a mineshaft but I know it was some sort of bunker or facility. It seemed very sinister. The walls were white and it had irl lights. That place was not a mineshaft, and god knows why it was hidden underground. Me and the rest of the group discovered that the lights still work, and we decided to go investigate, but we stopped. I don't remember why, I think it got too dark as we went further in and it was creepy as hell

The entrance to that place was a hole in the surface. It was a huge drop and it was hard to see the bottom from the surface, so you couldn't actually know if there was water at the end or not. If the lights underground were off, it was like looking into the void.

Then the scenery changed

I was in a village, it looked like one of the old ones but it was during a raid. I was hiding in a brick house because I had like no equipment whatsoever and there was a ravager outside

Despite having no armor, I had a maxed out bow for some reason, and I was one-shooting all the raiders (I have a maxed out bow in my main world, you can't one-shot a pillager even with strength 2)

So I was doing well until some guy from Clash Royale will a rocket launcher hit me, made a giant hole in my roof, and left me at half a heart. I immediately retreated

My brother, who was helping me fight, also hid in my house. On the floor, there were four oak trapdoors, looking inside was like staring at the void. It was that underground place

My brother and I decided that it would be safest to hide there. We jumped and started planning how to survive. We didn't have a lot of resources and the place wasn't super habitable. We also decided to remove the water from the entrance so any enemies that dropped down would die

Exploring the place, I assume that we eventually got to the next scene. My brother was no longer there

It was in an irl place, I'm not sure how to describe it. There were two sections- one where you could sit down to eat, and the other that was huge and mostly empty. One of the bathrooms was accessed through a long thin hallway. Two angels came out of this bathroom. Here starts the next scene

It was a play telling the tragic tale of two sapphic angels, I can't remember how it went but I remember at least one of them dying. I also remember it being a bittersweetly beautiful story

The story emphasizes how the remaining angel chose to remember her lover's love and beauty, and she made an artwork depicting her as a constellation embraced by the night sky

The audience was very moved by this.

At the end of the play they showed some sort of painting with both of the angels

The one on the right, who is the one who survived, was surrounded by two circles resembling snakes. This was unrelated to the devil disguised as a snake, they were just there because snakes are cool. One of them was copper, and the other one was paper white.

The angel was trying to reach out to the left, with tears running down her face.

The angel on the left, the one who died, was standing facing away from the audience with her arms behind her back, with her head turned to the right, in the direction of the other angel. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle smile. She had long brown hair, very pale skin, rosy cheeks and lips, and a white dress. She was surrounded by trees, vines and bushes, and she was outlined with light.

After the play ended, I was talking with my cousin. Someone in the background said that the play reminded them of something Mr. Incredible said about cubone??

Uh, anyways, my cousin said something about roleplaying an OC she made, and suddenly I was interacting with that OC who was the justice kid from Undertale. He had a gun, of course, and a chihuahua with a spiked collar. He mostly shot people who were assholes to dogs

[supernaturalgirl20]

Breeding

Pairings: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cursing.

Gods, you don’t know what’s come over him.

Quite frankly, you don’t care because he is fucking you so damn good. He’d arrived home and sought you out straight away, ravaging your mouth with his tongue. “Need you amor,” he had whispered into you as he began to lift your skirts above your knees.

His fingers rubbed along your slit and when he found you already wet and wanting he groaned lewdly. “Good, you are ready . I can no wait.” He fumbled with his belt and undid his trousers until they fell to the floor, before inching closer to your aching cunt. Grabbing himself in hand, he runs the tip of his cock along your wet folds, coating it in your arousal before he thrusts hard, sheathing himself completely inside you.

“Mierda! Eres tan apretada mi amor.” Fuck! You are so tight, my love.

The table begins to squeak with the force of him pounding into you. Grabbing onto his shoulders - the material of his shirt bunching in your hands- you dig your nails into his back.

“Oh Pero….fuck…don’t…don’t stop.” He grunts loudly in your ear with each thrust. “Going to fuck you so good, mi amor. Want to fill you full of me, si? Mierda….want to see you grow round with my babe in your belly.”

“Oh fuck,” you cry out in pleasure as you come around his thick cock. “Yes Pero…fill me up. Wanna…oh gods….wanna have your baby….please….”

He pulls out and you groan at the loss of him. He flips you and bends you over the table spanking your ass with his hand before lining himself up and sliding into you. His hand runs along your back until he twines his fingers in your hair, pulling on it. “Oh.”

“You like when I fuck you like this, mi amor. Mi sucia putita.” My filthy little whore.

“Yes…fuck yes…love when you fuck me like this….oh gods.”

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping, the table creaking and your joint moans of pleasure. It fills your senses. “Ugh…going to fuck you full of me…amor. Going to…keep fucking you…until I know it’s taken root.”

Jesus you don’t think your pussy could take this all day. “Todos los hombres que te miran sabrán a quién perteneces.” All the men that stare at you will know who you belong to.

Fuck you love when he speaks his mother tongue. It always has you a whimpering mess. You cry out his name as you come again. Your cunt fluttering around his cock sends him over the edge as he comes with a grunt, spilling his seed into you.

He doesn’t pull out straight away, instead choosing to lay his head on your shoulders as he regains his breath. “Going to stay here just a moment, mi amor. Want to keep it all inside.”

“So you’re serious then, about wanting a baby.”

“Si. I think it is time, no? I want to fill this house with our children. Fill you.”

“I like the sound of that.” He groans as he finally slips out of you, making sure to help you up. You go to resume making dinner but Pero has other plans as he lifts you over his shoulder. “Hey, I have to finish supper.”

“It can wait. I told you, mi amor. I am going to fill you until it takes. Now, you would no deny your husband his pleasures would you?”

“Never, amor.”

“Good. I am going to strip you bare and take my time. You will enjoy it, si?”

“Oh gods Yes.”

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[dross-the-fish]

If it’s alright, I’d like to see a drabble of how an argument between Dorian & Basil would go. If they argue. If not, then just an interaction.

TW for physical and emotional abuse. Dorian is not kind to Basil at all

....

The breakfast hall was silent save for the clink of china cups hitting saucers and spoons against bowls. For Basil this silence was a reprieve from the usual insults and tantrums. He only hoped Dorian would not break it today.  Then he saw Dorian put down his spoon, stare thoughtfully and open his mouth. With an inward groan Basil realized his hopes were going to be dashed before he had even made it half way through his second cup of tea.

“Enjoying your breakfast?” Dorian gestured at the bland porridge Basil had chosen while his own plate was laden with decadent fruits and cheeses. He picked up a plump grape and sucked it suggestively before chewing and swallowing it with relish.

Basil tried not to snap at him as he replied, “Yes, it’s fine,” he had found he was unable to stomach the rich foods Dorian loved to indulge in. Whether from stress, age or a combination of the two Basil had found that in recent years exotic cheeses, heavy spices and an abundance of wine increasingly made him sick with indigestion. Dorian had taken this as an opportunity, for every meal, to load the table with all of the things he knew Basil couldn’t eat, displaying an endless feast while providing Basil only a single bowl of porridge or a wedge of dry toast. He knew it was a petty punishment. Dorian blamed Basil for their current state of affairs and Basil didn’t entirely disagree that he was to blame.

He had loved Dorian once, the pure, innocent boy he’d met when they were both young and he’d tried so hard to capture that image in the portrait so that it could live forever. The beauty of the portrait had driven Dorian to become obsessed with his own appearance and to dread the ravages of time. So, he had made a bargain and trapped Basil with him in an endless loop of torment neither of them could escape.

Dorian had remained young and beautiful while Basil had grown old. After he had painted Dorian’s portrait Basil had been unable to reproduce the quality in any of his other works and his career as an artist died. He felt as if he had put his entire soul into Dorian’s portrait and so was unable to part from it and from its subject. So here he sat, an impoverished sixty-year-old man, sharing a table with an eternal twenty-year-old boy and waiting for that boy to cut him down cruelly and break his heart like he did every day.

Dorian’s rosy lips pulled into a cold grin, “It suits you, something bland and pallid, mushy.”

There it was, the shot at his weight. Basil swallowed a spoonful of the porridge that seemed to have turned to ash in his mouth. As he had grown older Basil had lost his own youthful beauty, his stomach had grown soft and there was a pad of fat under his chin that bulged when he bent his head down. His father had been fat in middle age, so had his grandfather, he’d know it would be his fate. A fate Dorian had managed to avoid entirely.

Basil sighed, unwilling to continue this cruel, childish game, “Yes, Dorian, I have grown old. That isn’t the brutal insult you think it is. I’ve no fear of getting older like some people,” he struggled to keep his voice calm, to produce an affect of boredom.

Dorian’s attractive face crumpled in momentary rage and then smoothed, “That’s funny, I seem to remember someone lamenting that youth was fleeting. Didn’t you paint me over and over again because you were terrified my beauty would fade before you could capture it on canvas? Wasn’t that the thing you cherished most? What’s changed Basil?”

Basil fought to contain a smirk, there was nothing Dorian hated more than to be the object of someone’s disinterest and after decades of enduring Dorian’s snipes and insults he couldn’t resist twisting the knife, “I outgrew it. Quite the experience, to grow up. If anything, I enjoy my own youth more for how brief it was. I pity that you will never know it. Surely, you’re starting to get bored of being young forever. Doesn’t it feel a bit like the dullest purgatory to never change? You’ve been partying harder lately, getting drunk more often. Are you running away from something? Maybe when you look at the old man I’ve become you know that I’m going to leave you soon and so will everyone else in time. You’re going to be alone Dorian, those that don’t die will get bored and leave because there’s nothing left of you but beauty anymore. You’re nothing but an empty vase, all the flowers died.”

He knew what was going to happen next, Dorian was a poor loser and he could not stand for Basil to win a round of their game of torment. With a cry he flew across the table and seized Basil by his whitening hair, jerking his head back and moving his face so close that Basil could smell the wine on his breath, and despite himself Basil couldn’t help but feel a sense of intoxication.

“This is your fault! We’re here because of you! Don’t you ever fucking forget it. I stayed young for you! You don’t get to resent me for fulfilling your heart’s desire,” Dorian spat giving Basil’s hair such a hard yank backwards that pain flared in his neck and back.

Tears sprang to Basil’s eyes, his lips quivered but he did not sob, wouldn’t allow himself to, not yet “You never knew my heart’s desire. All you fulfilled was your own vanity. That was never a part of you I loved.”

“And yet here you are, rotting in limbo with me. I wonder Basil, if it hurts to feel yourself crumbling to dust while I live like a god.”

“Not much of a god if tormenting in old man and eating smelly cheeses is the highlight of your morning. Godhood was wasted on you,” despite the steely bitterness in his voice, tears fell in anger and grief.

Dorian did the worst thing he could possibly have done; he kissed them, “Oh Basil, you know I can’t stand to see you cry,” he didn’t soften his voice or his grip on Basil’s hair but each touch of lips on his skin was deceptively tender and echoed the clumsy, innocent caresses of their youth. Little darting butterflies that once carried all that was spring and laughter on painted wings. Unable to resist he shut his eyes and held himself pliant in Dorian’s grip.

When Dorian settled on his lips in a cruel and hungry kiss Basil finally jerked his head away, knowing that he couldn’t give Dorian what he was after. His body no longer responded to such provocations “I can’t,” he sobbed, “You know I can’t!”

Dorian shoved him off the chair and stood above him, an angry, twisted smile on his face, “Useless, impotent old man,” he snarled, snatching the bowl of porridge from the table and throwing it at Basil, the porcelain shattered and the porridge splattered across the floor. The sight of Basil, old, fumbling on the ground and covered in food filled Dorian with revulsion. Is that was happened when people grew old? This undignified flabby, wrinkled thing that used to be his beautiful Basil, groping with gnarled hands to clean a mess someone else made? Dorian felt sickened just looking at him…

…and pained. Something about the sight was causing him a deep twisting pain deep in his heart.

A servant moved to help Basil but Dorian held up a hand to stop her. Hating Basil, hurting over Basil and unable to bear the idea of Basil being pitied.

 “Leave it, and don’t make him anymore. He can eat it off the floor or wait until supper, maybe that will help him remember that he is in my house and I am his master. He should be grateful that I continue to tolerate the sight of him…”

As he turned on his heel Dorian Gray pretended not to hear Basil Hallward sobbing behind him.