#really sucks. it sucks. I feel so raw and vulnerable and I want to stop fixing things and just live

[miss-conjayniality]

BELOVED.

pairing: sub!sunghoon x dom!gn reader

genre: smut

warnings: sunghoon is tied up, crying, reader teases quite a lot, cock slapping, use of pet names (sugarplum, little prince), slight degradation if ya squint

word count: 807

i can’t stop thinking about tying sub!sunghoon up. could you just IMAGINE those huuuge buff arms of his tied to the bedpost? and whenever you kiss his body, suck, or jerk him off, his veins start protruding and his muscles clench…… 🤤🥵

the thought of bringing out the “weakness” of a strong, dapper, masculine gentleman is a special something that riles me up. having the emotional power to bring out their raw, vulnerable side - the side often shunned by broader society because it isn’t seen as “strong” or “manly”. it’s beautiful to me. seeing the deep troughs of one’s psyche simmer its way to the surface. getting them stripped both literally (of their clothes) and figuratively (of their cerebral armor). the friction between their restrained demeanor and their unveiled vehemence as they get seduced to oblivion by their lover.

sunghoon is the embodiment of that.

poor hoonie. look at the tears in his eyes. he’s so overwhelmed by it all. it’s all so new to him. but he’s been craving this for so long. his biggest desire has always been to surrender to his beloved and have you do whatever the hell you want to him.

it starts off with body worship. kissing every inch of his strong, yet sensitive body. it’s endearing to see him tense up whenever you touch unexpectedly sensitive parts of his body, like the sides of his lats. and truthfully, not only is it such an amazing way to worship his godly body, but also to body scan him. knowing every nook and cranny of his impeccably sculpted temple. to add on to that, it’s also an amazing way to tease him until he’s at his limit.

then, the journey continues with playing with his girth. you really enjoy taking all your sweet time in the world to simply suck his cock and check out his fucked out face. it’s eye candy to you. he can’t take it any longer but that makes all this even better. the overstimulation is something you always enjoy.

“my b-beloved…..” sunghoon cries out as you devour his cock. “when will i b-….be untied? I wanna touch you….p-….please”

that tears that flow down his flushed cheeks and the pout on his lips makes you weak. awww. so cute when he’s aching.

“when I feel like it,” you utter, taking your mouth out for a moment, “as much as I’d love to untie you, I also love seeing those biiiiiiig manly muscles of yours clench while I toy with every inch of your gorgeous, delicious body. you’re the cutest thing ever. truly. I love seeing you like this.”

sunghoon releases a frustrated whine. but little did he know that you actually “felt like it” immediately. what a surprise. but what can you say? it’s fun to keep him on the edge - not anticipating what’ll happen next or when it’ll happen.

as you untie him, you kiss his arms just to make sure he’s okay.

“are you okay my sugarplum?” you ask. “i want to ensure my little prince didn’t get tied up too hard.”

“yes, beloved,” sunghoon cries as as starts hugging you. “it was torture not having to touch you but now I feel much better.”

sunghoon has been craving your touch for a while because it quite literally relieves him 😢 there’s no feeling more comforting than your embrace.

he then peppers your mouth with his sweet kisses.

“mmmm-….mmm….beloved….” sunghoon says between kisses. “thankyou thankyou thaaannkkkyyyooouuuu.”

you pull away and he pouts slightly. but you then run your hand down his cheek as a sign of reassurance.

“my little prince,” you purr, “i can’t stress enough how excited I am to rile you up and make your entire slutty body jolt.”

your hand then slides down his beautiful shoulders, chest, stomach and his girth.

“hmm…are you excited for me to jerk you off and drain all that big load out of your stiff, pathetic cock?” you query, with a hard slap on his member at the word ‘pathetic’.

“nnnggghhfff….yes,” sunghoon squirms, caught off guard by the cock slap, “please beloved. please…….. i need it now.”

the moment you began jerking his cock off, he knew he had a long night ahead of him……

even after the countless times you’ve flooded sunghoon with your pleasure, he still can’t get enough of you and your intense, hypnotic presence. he feels a real passion for you that defies just “jerking him off” or “making him cum”. you make him submit like no other.

sure, he could be able to physically fuck you until you go weak because of his “strength”. but mentally, he can’t. the sensation of your touch is too much for him to emotionally handle. just a couple thrusts and he is already the most pathetic, squirming loser ever. god he’s such a fucking slut. that’s when he discovered that he belongs at the bottom and deserves to be the one getting controlled. it’s because he’s so sensitive. poor thing.

plus, the contradiction between his tough, chic, manly facade and the whiny, whorish moans he elicits gets you off. he’s all putty in your hands, both literally and figuratively.

after all, you are his beloved.

[itsjusthockey]

Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world

I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier

I hope you enjoy, I like this one

Request and talk to me, pls and thx

It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.

“Hello?”

It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.

“Jame?”

Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.

You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.

“They traded me.”

His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.

“They what?” You ask.

“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”

Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.

A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.

Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.

So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.

“Are you okay?”

You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.

“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”

A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.

“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”

You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s

recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.

“Jamie.” You start, then stop.

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“

Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.

“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”

You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.

“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.

You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.

“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.

You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.

“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”

He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.

He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.

“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.

“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.

Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.

“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.

“What?”

You start laughing, suddenly very happy.

“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”

You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.

After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.

“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”

Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.

He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.

“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.

“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”

[xi4ohuhu]

It’s Xiao’s first time, teach him, will you?

It’s Xiao’s turn this time!! Smut ofc (nervous, virgin Xiao, praise kink, begging, desperate, Xiao sheds a bit of tears bc of how good it feels lol, a bit of a switch!xiao, but mainly sub!xiao, dom!female!reader, riding position, nipple play, biting and sucking)

You are Xiao’s lover, getting him to open up to you after knowing him better. You’ve been dating him for a few years now and although Xiao is usually busy with his duties in protecting Liyue, he still tries to make time for you. However, for this particular night, you wanted a change. A change in more intimacy… But Xiao, having spent most of his life battling for centuries, has no idea about intimacy. So teach him, will you?

You’re currently lying on the bed completely naked, Xiao’s cheeks flushing up at the sight of your gorgeous body. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before, it was just that he wasn’t used to it. Xiao didn’t know what to do, placing his hands on your hips and rubbing the soft flesh gently.

“Uh, my dear, is this okay? Do you want me to stop? Do you feel cold? You’re completely unclothed after all… If you’re feeling uncomfortable or want to stop, please do not hesitate to tell me immediately.” Xiao said as he bombarded you with questions, his voice laced with concern and anxiety. It was clear that he was very nervous, having intimacy was new to him and this was his first time, but for you, he was willing to try.

Xiao continued to hold onto your hips, but his grip was very gentle. Too gentle even, as if you were some fragile glass that would break if he didn’t handle you properly. Xiao was afraid of hurting you, especially knowing that he had his own karmic debt, so he didn’t know if he was capable of feeling and indulging in intimacy. Hah… It would be a miracle once he degraded you.

“Xiao, really, I’m completely fine… This is the third time I’m repeating myself, I’m not fragile. I can handle myself, it’s okay. Do you want me to take over? This is just apart of intimacy after all, it’s raw and unadulterated.” You reassured him and couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. You were willing to teach him about intimacy, but you had never seen him so nervous before, so you couldn’t resist poking fun at him a little. “I didn’t think you’d be so nervous about this, aren’t you supposed to be strong? But you can start by stripping too, you know.”

You giggled softly, but your lips curved into a genuine smile, you knew how concerned Xiao could be about you. Having lost friends in his past, you were the last person he wanted to lose as well. He didn’t know what he’d do with himself if he hurt you, even if accidentally. Yet, you also wanted Xiao to take a leap of faith, to trust you. You were determined to make his first time special and leave him breathless by the end of the night. Though, it’d be a miracle if Xiao managed to degrade you, he was too sweet and gentle inside for that.

Xiao's brows furrowed slightly at your teasing, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. He wasn't used to being the one in such vulnerable positions, both physically and emotionally. But he trusted you, and he knew that you wouldn't lead him astray. "I... I suppose you're right," Xiao mumbled, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and determination. He took a deep breath, gathering his resolve, and slowly began to remove his clothes. His movements were deliberate, careful, as if he was afraid of tearing the fabric. But soon enough, he stood before you, completely naked.

Xiao’s body, toned and lean from centuries of training, revealed itself to you. His pale skin was marred with scars, remnants of countless battles fought. The intricate golden tattoos on his arms and chest seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the window. Xiao's eyes never left your face as he approached you, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He tentatively reached out, his hands trembling slightly, and cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

"My dear, I... I trust you," he whispered, his voice husky with longing. "Teach me... show me what it means to be intimate with you." With those words, Xiao leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, hesitant kiss. His touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid of overwhelming you. But as your lips moved together, a spark ignited within him, and his kisses grew bolder, more passionate.

Xiao's kisses descended from your lips to your neck, his teeth grazing lightly against your sensitive skin. He inhaled your scent, a heady mix of desire and anticipation, and it fueled the fire burning within him. His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples, eliciting soft moans from your lips. His voice, usually so controlled and composed, was now laced with a raw hunger as he whispered in your ear, "You're so beautiful, love. I want you to dominate me, to show me the control and power you have over me. Can you do that, dear? Please?” Xiao's words hung in the air, his eyes that were filled with desperation and need locked onto yours, waiting for your response. He was ready to explore the depths of intimacy with you, to lose himself in the sensations that awaited the both of you. And of course, seeing your boyfriend beg so sweetly like that, who were you to decline?

You smiled and nodded, guiding Xiao to lay on the bed first. As he complied, you crawled on top of him and positioned yourself onto his lap, your eyes filled with hunger and desire. You captured his lips into a passionate kiss first, your hands roaming over Xiao’s bare body. Your touch was featherlight, your fingers tracing Xiao’s permanent, old scars and the tattoos that adorned his arm and shoulder. In your eyes, Xiao would always be perfect, scars or tattoos or not. You broke the kiss, your lips trailing down to Xiao’s neck. You left kisses and nips, marking him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, Xiao could feel the softness of them and your hardened nipples. His erection, hard and the tip leaking with pre-cum, brushed against your wet folds. You teased him, not completely taking him all the way, but making him beg for it first. You could feel Xiao’s hands on your hips, the way his breath hitched, the room filling with his sounds of pleasure, along with your connection.

Xiao's breath hitched as your lips left a trail of kisses and nips along his neck, marking him as your own. He could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, the softness and warmth of them sending shivers down his spine. His hands tightened on your hips, his grip possessive yet gentle, as he eagerly sought more of her touch. His erection throbbed against your wet folds, the sensation driving him to the brink of madness. He groaned, a mixture of pleasure and frustration escaping his lips, as you teased him, not fully taking him in. Each movement, each brush of your bodies, intensified the desire pooling within him, igniting a fire that threatened to consume the both of you.

"Love, please," he pleaded, his voice husky with need. "I need you... I need to feel you around me, to be inside you. Don't make me wait any longer." With a sense of urgency, Xiao's hands moved from your hips to your thighs, guiding you down onto him. He groaned as he felt the tightness of your entrance, the way you stretched around him, accommodating his size. Slowly, you sank down, taking him deeper with each inch, until he was fully sheathed within your tight pussy. A wave of pleasure washed over Xiao, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensations. He could feel the heat of your core, the way your walls pulsed around him, gripping him in a delicious embrace. He couldn't help but moan, the sounds of pleasure filling the room.

With a rhythm that matched the beating of your hearts, Xiao's hips began to move, thrusting upwards to meet your downward movements. The friction between the two of you was electrifying, every thrust pushing you two closer to the edge of ecstasy. His hands roamed over your body, his touch growing more possessive, as he sought to claim every inch of you. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Xiao’s whimpers and the intoxicating scent of arousal. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure, bodies and souls intertwining in a moment of pure bliss.

“Oh, faster, please. Ride me harder, my dear. Mark me as yours.” Xiao pleaded desperately, his voice cracking between his moans. And who were you to deny him? Slamming down on him, you did a particularly powerful thrust that sent his tip kissing your cervix, causing Xiao to gasp and cry out your name. His grip on your hips was so tight it was sure to leave a few marks and bruises here and there, but he was too lost in the pleasure to care. Sniffing, a few drops of tears started to stream down Xiao’s cheeks, a reminder of the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling right now. All those thousands of years of training, he’s never felt this much pleasure before. He always thought he’d just become nothing but a weapon for combat and that trainings were necessary, yet there has always been an empty, lonely void in his heart. And you managed to fill it.

“Shh, oh, you pretty boy. Don’t cry…” You coo, almost tauntingly, before kissing away Xiao’s tears. Breathing heavily, Xiao decided to turn the tables a little and fight for dominance. Pulling you impossibly closer, his mouth latched onto one of your hardened nipples, one of his hands moving to fondle your other breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb. You moan desperately, arching your back and throwing your head back to expose your neck. Xiao releases your nipple with a pop, taking this chance to suck and bite on your neck, leaving marks that will surely last for days, but also remind you that you’re his. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, squeezing your cheeks gently. He liked the way they jiggled under his touch and against his pelvis.

“Do you like that, my dear? Oh, love, I can’t hold back anymore. I-I’m gonna cum, ah… Cumming-!” Xiao gasped and gets cut off by his orgasm, hot strings of his cum splurting deep into your womb. You moan out his name loudly, your orgasm crashing into you too as your coat Xiao’s cock with your cum. After a few heavy breaths, you collapse onto Xiao’s chest, having him hold you tightly. Stroking your head gently, he kisses your forehead. Xiao doesn’t know much about aftercare, but he’ll do his best. He continues to thrust gently, making sure to prolong your orgasm as long as possible before gently pulling out, his cock spent with your juices as his cum leaked out from your pussy.

“That was… amazing. Thank you, love, for showing me what true pleasure really feels like. I-I love you, so much.” Xiao remarked, his voice laced with affection and relief. “I love you too…” You replied back in a murmur before drifting off into a peaceful sleep on him. “I’ll clean you up tomorrow, promise.” Xiao muttered softly to your sleeping form before cuddling you, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with you too.

————-THE END————

Jacq’s note: I’m back with a Xiao fanfic this time ;)) I don’t really have much to say lol except thank u sm for the support on my previous scara one on the Ferris wheel and thanks for reading till the end, until then <3

[b1ackoutartist]

Drink

Tw: drinking /alcohol& depression kinda

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, Natasha watched with a worried frown as her girlfriend, poured herself another drink.

The clink of the glass bottle against the tumbler was a sound that had become all too familiar, and it tugged at Natasha's heartstrings.

She could see the pain etched in Y/N's features, the way her eyes no longer held their usual spark.

"Y/N, don't you think that's enough?" Natasha's voice was soft yet firm, tinged with concern.

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, her movements sluggish as she turned to face Natasha. "What does it matter, Nat? It's not like anything changes," she replied, her voice laced with a bitterness that stung.

Natasha stepped closer, her own heart aching. "It matters to me. You're losing yourself in this... in the alcohol. I can't stand to see you like this."

Y/N's gaze faltered, her shoulders slumping. "You don't understand, Nat. The depression... it's like a black hole. It sucks everything in. The drinking... it helps, even if it's just for a while."

Natasha reached out, gently cupping Y/N's face in her hands. "I do understand, Y/N. More than you know. But this isn't the way. It's destroying you, and it's breaking my heart to watch it happen."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, a mix of anger, pain, and vulnerability. "So, what? You want me to just stop? Just like that?"

"It's not about just stopping," Natasha said softly, her thumbs brushing away the tears on Y/N's cheeks.

"It's about fighting, together. You're not alone in this, Y/N. I'm here, and I'll be here every step of the way. But I can't watch you do this to yourself. "Y/N's breath hitched, her defenses crumbling.

"I don't know if I can, Nat. It feels like the only way for me to get away is if I pour the drink it stops the hurting you know? I know it can't really hurt when you think but it feels like it and they aren't even my thoughts Nat... It's like my mind forces them into my head and I can't do anything against it" Natasha pulled her into a tight embrace, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Then let me be your lifeline. We'll face this darkness together. I won't let you drown, Y/N. I love you too much to lose you to this." The raw emotion in Natasha's voice, the sincerity in her embrace, it broke through the fog in Y/N's mind.

She clung to Natasha, her sobs muffled against her shoulder. "I'm scared, Nat," Y/N whispered, her voice quivering.

"I know, love, I know," Natasha murmured, holding her tighter. "But I promise you, we'll get through this. Together."

[iheartjohnlennon]

'Synchronised'

London, '64

Summary: Paul wants to try something new-ish.

Word count: 1,041

Tags: Smut, Light Angst, 69 (Sex Position)

Paul glanced over at your half-naked figure every so often, your feminine silhouette under the duvet made him unbearably stiff.

He veered around to become the big spoon, you could feel his warm flesh flush against your arse, you suspired.

It'd been a relatively long and excruciating day for him, there was no better way to satiate it other than being inside of you of course. It was a principle of life for him, something that always made sense to do, even if it wasn't with you particularly.

But Paul lay in shallow thought beside you on the bed. Despite having such a monumental libido, he had no idea how to go about asking you this, it was rare, even impossible that he felt nervous during pre-shag times.

He sighed in your ear suddenly, you could feel his little mouth kissing your neck. Each smooch sent tingles of pleasure coursing through you. Paul grew more and more desperate for the taste of you and started nibbling. His bid to try to get you to make a noise was successful, your incoherent little whimpers really did it for him.

You turned to finally face him, you were nose close, your breaths mingled.

He had a rat-esque grin on his face, and the creases in his eyes were visible.

You knew exactly what that meant.

"How's about we try somethin' tonigh'?" He asked huskily.

"Like what?" You mused.

Paul was stumped on how to explain it articulately. Him using his mouth on you was a common occurrence, but he hadn't explored any other position than having you on your back, maybe he had you on your hands and knees a few times at that.

He began cautiously, "Well, s'like a position...y'know, sex?"

"Yes Paul, I know what sex is." You snickered.

"Don't get cheeky, y'know wha' I mean love."

You smiled at him, your curiosity piqued. "What is it, Paul?"

A flush graced his cheeks as he went to respond, "I'll show ya, only if yer willin' of course."

Paul's hand reached out, he moved his hand beneath your bra, his fingers grazed your bare nipple. A shiver ran through all your erogenous areas as he did so.

In another fluid motion, he slid the duvet off the bed, it made you feel vulnerable and aroused. A sly smile curved his lips as he took in an eye full, appreciating it.

With a firm grip, his hand settled on your hips, he was repositioning and twisting you in an unfamiliar way.

You felt a rush of excitement and anticipation as his movements seemed to match yours, melding your bodies into a perfect configuration.

His intent became palpable as he adjusted you further, his hands swiftly guided your hips so your heat could meet his mouth. You lightly sat on his face but backwards, it was a nice feeling.

Paul made you mirror him as he lowered your back down. He lowered your head down to his eager hardness, your body settled in his chosen and aligned position. It was a bit odd to you but felt right also.

He shifted your knickers, delicately parting the fabric that separated his tongue from your heat. As he did so, your tongue caressed his cock ever so slowly. He responded with muffled groans, "Mm, mmph," they sent soft vibrations through you.

You moved against his face, he relished in the raw wetness of your heat all over his face, he couldn't get enough of it.

You couldn't look him in the eyes while you were like this but he showed a deep intimacy with his touches.

Paul's hands found their way into your hair, his grasp gentle yet possessive. He wasn't happy with your teasing pace so his fingers threaded through the roots of your hair as he bobbed you up and down in a feral manner. Paul couldn't contain himself, his hips jerked upward as he held your head down, making you gag as you rushed to breathe through your nose.

You moved your head up slightly and his grip stopped as he moved his hands to your hips. You reverted to sucking the tip, reminding him that this was supposed to be a mutual suffocation.

Paul tugged your hips down, the sensation of his full face drove you mad. It was a mismatch of pleasure; his nose was partially in your hole, and his tongue felt velvety against your clit. He gave you tiny flicks, they tickled you; made you twitch. It must've been a bizarre and vulgar view.

Paul was simply devouring you with his mouth, he skillfully alternated between his fervent sucks and long licks. You endeavoured to lift yourself when it became too much, but he held you in place, knowingly overstimulating you.

His hands found solace in holding your head down, he gave rough cues, adjusting the pace at his own accord.

He said, or rather mumbled cheeky things against you, they were somewhat intelligible even though your gagging made it tricky to hear.

'Yer drivin' me mad......Do ya like this?......Don't stop Y/N, please jus' don't stop......I carn't hear ya......'

Paul continued his nips and sucks, he edged you nearer to an inevitable release, and you found yourself clenching. The air around you was thick with an intoxicating scent and tepidity. 

You both revelled in the taste and texture of skin, you both knew to take each other rougher as you felt the climaxes coming on.

You could feel his receiving and giving movements becoming more urgent, driven by a sharp instinct to cum.

And then, in a final surge of passion, you tasted his thick secretion. In this position all you could do was swallow, although it was messy as it dripped down. A low groan escaped him, he seemed to be trembling.

Whilst you simultaneously finished with him you felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

It'd finally reached its peak.

Paul, his own body slick with perspiration, tenderly moved you off of him, you could finally look at him. God was it good to finally look at him.

You were both in an utterly disgusting state, with tousled hair, a coat of sweat, and smug expressions.

"You've made a righ' mess." He whispered.

[visage-of-hell]

Honestly didn't think I was ever gonna feel compelled to talk about this on here, but ... this just won't stop bugging the crap outta me.

I was vague about it before because it was just too raw and painful to talk about at the time, but on May 23rd, I lost the closest being to an actual child in my life and the vacuum that it left in my heart and in my life was ... more intense than any other loss I have ever experienced. I'm no stranger to animal deaths, my family has lost so many over the decades to illness and age--it's just part of the process. We outlive them, and it SUCKS. I thought I would cope the way I always have before. But this was different--she was MY little girl. Every moment of my day revolved around her and there was not a single facet of my life that didn't directly involve her somehow. To say I've been left feeling lost and empty ever since is a massive understatement. When she left, she took a piece of me with her. In that time, two moots that I thought I was relatively close with (and wrote with a LOT) dropped me without a word and I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't bother me quite a lot. I could get it if I just vanished without a trace, not letting anyone know what's going on. But even if it was too hard to go into detail, I did NOT leave anyone hanging. I promised I would be back (hell, tried several times to come back before I was really ready, but I still at least kept letting you all know what was up). I really trusted these people, that's what keeps gnawing at me. It's hard to not feel 'betrayed' at least to SOME degree, y'know? Especially when I still see them on my dash, interacting with other moots of mine, remembering what we had before the rug got pulled out. Adding to these feelings is the knowledge that one of them already had something like this happen to them with someone else within this fandom ... and the other is struggling for interactions with very few moots, yet still bailed on me in a vulnerable moment. These are NOT people I ever would have expected this turn of events to come from, is what I'm getting at. But I don't chase after people. If you make it clear that you don't want anything to do with me, then it's a done deal. That bridge is burned. But I hope you find what you're looking for out there, if it wasn't with me.

[sherwees]

desc : ten is just being oversimulated again and again and yeah.. (with a mommy kink gasp!!!)

He grips and tears at the bed sheets as his hips stutter for the 50th time. Ten felt disgusted as he just basically lays in his own sweat with new and dried cum just laying in his abdomen. His dick is throbbing immensely as his cockring just vibrates, his throat feels drier than the Sahara.

You said that you would only leave for 30 minutes. It has been years to Ten, he feels like he's about to explode from how weak he felt in a simple 10 (hahaha get it) .

“No, no, no, no” Ten mumbles yet again as he feels his abdomen cave in. He couldn't take another orgasm he thought, he struggled with his bondages once more as if they're just going to suddenly un tie. He was about to FAINT just from this high, he just felt it. His hips bucked up against the cold bedroom air, his dried cracked lips let out another broken moan. His cum splirts all over the sheets, his high felt everlasting as he could only cry at the pain at his wrists and abs.

“I can't,—” He suddenly felt the vibrations go insanely higher once he wheezed, drool pooling on the mattress. He practically screamed once his orgasm intensified into another one. His vision going blurry with tears sliding down his flushed cheeks, he struggles in the bed again as he could only let out weak whimpers of sorry's, please's and mommy's like a melody. “Mommy please...” He cries along with a series of whines that bounce off the walls, his legs kick at the air as his wrist is rubbed raw from the bondages.

He hears a sudden sound of a chuckle, but he just nods it off as he unconsciously immerses himself in the pleasure again. “I'll do anything, please just turn it off mommy.” He suddenly feels that cave in his abdomen again with the same intense rhythm of his heart and his moans grow higher in pitch as his high approaches. Just as he's right there, the vibrations stop. He whimpers at the loss but is also relieved. He strains his neck to look down at his dick again to look at the precum pooling out of his head dribbling down to his base.

“Did you enjoy it??” He startingly turns his head to the bedside table. There's a phone with you just staring on facetime, eyes filled with pleasure with a sly smile on your face. “You were so sucked in, you didn't even realize. You're so gullible Ten.. ” You purred whilst amping up the vibrator on his tortured cock. He tried to protest against your ‘insult‘ but you just simply went to the maximum level.

You're not far, in fact you're right outside the door.

Just simply there.

You want to just come in the room and finish him off so bad but edging him again and again just fuelled you more. As you thought, just one more. Sitting there just tauntingly at his vulnerable state; he surprisingly just stares right back at the camera, mildly pulling on the restraints but immediately starts violently tugging on them once his abs tighten once more. You turn it off again once he starts to moan and grunt and just grabble at nothing. He struggles to sit up against the headrest with the remaining energy he had, banging his head in the process with a small “ouch”.

“Really? If you enjoy this now, you'll enjoy this more if you come in.” He teased with a crooked smirk as his swole length twitches against his stomach.

┆ sponsored by @mrkis ┆

[kindheart525]

Snowcone really did not want to do this. She was aware she needed help but something about this seemed...fishy. After all, how qualified could Aura be? She’d do it for her mom though; Gaia knows that mare would die if she didn’t. 

So Snowcone laid there and stared up at Aura, looking right through her.

Aura stared back at her with a bright smile, a notebook and pen poised in her talons, ready to write down every little thing Snowcone would say in permanent ink.

“We already know each other through Eclipse so feel free to think of this as talking to a friend or family member if that makes it easier! This is a place to relax and let it all out, and it’s all confidential so I won’t tell anyone. What’s on your mind today?”

Almost immediately Snowcone settled her head on her hooves and chipped out with the matter-of-factness of a morning coffee conversation, 

"Oh you know, not much…they tried a lobotomy before a therapist."

She snickered as if this was the funniest joke in the world, barely able to get it out.

Aura’s face scrunched up like she’d bitten into something sour as she scribbled on her notepad.

“Okay. You like dark humor. Got it. Moving on...”

She plastered her usual cheery, nurturing expression back on her face.

“Your parents told me you’ve been more emotionally reactive lately. Quick to anger, crying more easily, and so on. But I want to know how this feels for you, not your parents. Would you mind running me through it?”

She placed a tissue box between them.

“Don’t worry, you can let yourself feel as much as you want.”

The ignoring of her joke genuinely irritated Snow. She kept her pose but put her hooves down, a clear discomfort in every word she spoke. 

"I feel like shit. It’s like someone else riding a rollercoaster for me and fucking everything up. I-"

She stopped as she kicked away the tissue box, a smile of her own growing on her face as she was reminded of the lemon’s sensitivity. 

"-I can’t forget the intrusive thoughts, but I’ve been dealing with it. No meds, no therapy, no psych ward, just raw dogging this mental illness the way Gaia intended."

Aura cocked an eyebrow in barely-concealed irritation at this.

“I really think this is not what Gaia intended. We’re not meant to live life feeling like we’re on a messed up rollercoaster. Intrusive thoughts aren’t something you should deal with without getting help. You could end up really hurting yourself.”

She shuddered and shook her head.

“How exactly do you ‘deal with it’?”

Snowcone rolled her eyes all the way into the back of her head, keeping them there for a second to get on Aura’s nerves. Who did she think she was? Snow wasn’t about to sit here and express herself the way AURA wanted. If that was what therapy was then she wanted no part in it! 

"Thank you captain obvious. I sit in my room and sleep, I hang out with ponies at the mall. I...uh...eat, cry, repeat."

“Alright then.”

Aura tapped her pen to her beak in deep thought for a moment.

“Have you tried meditating? It’s what I do with Eclipse and it’s done wonders for them. Studies show it has lots of benefits. It just might help you. What do you say to that?”

Snowcone smirked and thought for a moment. In reality she had tried it and it just didn’t work for her. Honestly and truthfully. 

She wasn’t going to let Aura know that though; the hippogriff mare wasn’t really doing that good of a job.

“I don’t know, it kind of interferes with my usual way. Overstimulating myself so that my brain doesn’t develop any depressing thoughts! I watch Neightflix in the shower, maybe one of these days it’ll fall in and electrocute me! Win win!”

The hippogriff set her notebook aside, closing her eyes and sucking in a sharp, exasperated breath.

“Okay, it was mildly funny the first time but this dark humor needs to stop. Desensitizing yourself with jokes does nothing but normalize thoughts that should never be tolerated. It keeps you from being vulnerable and honest with yourself, it hinders any progress you want to make. Crack a joke in the wrong place and you’ll be institutionalized. Do you want that?”

Snowcone sat up and turned away slightly, wanting to set some distance between the two of them. Her wall dropped and she began to tear up the longer the little rant went on, but her expression didn’t seem sad at all. 

It seemed enraged. 

Her hooves were held over her chest as if Aura had broken an heirloom. Who would say something like that to someone like this?

"I am being vulnerable! What part of this seemed faked or dishonest? If you’ve come here to threaten me then I don’t want anything to do with you! Do me a favor and kick rocks!" 

And just like that Snowcone went storming out.

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Advice Next: Yolk On Her Face

Collaboration with @gelidponies

Background by tamalesyatole

[yagamisdiary]

heyyy amara!

i js wanted to ask... how do u get urself to write sometimes? knowing that ppl could be super unsupportive n toxic and mean on a piece of work you've spent hrs working on. bc i really wanna continue writing but i'm just so scared that it'll flop yk? and it sucks bc i'm putting a bunch of vulnerable emotions that r hard to even think about out in the open for thousands n thousands of ppl to judge. i wanna write so bad but something in the back of my mind is stopping me

look, you could write the most beautiful work of art the world has ever seen and people will STILL hate on it. that’s honestly what keeps me going tbh

ur art is not going to be for everyone because not everyone has the same taste/interests. not to mention there’s ppl who like to hate on things that other ppl like to seem different or cool so there’s that as well

it’s GENUINELY an incredible feelings to know that ppl love ur art because they love the same things as u do

if u write a story based on what u THINK ppl are gonna like, ur not gonna feel that great when ppl like it because it’s not really what u wanted to put out if that makes sense

for example, when i wrote parasite people either loved or ABSOLUTELY HATED it. but i never paid attention to the ppl who hated it because i was sooooo mesmerized by the people who loved it because it was MY STORY. i made it 100% the way i wanted to and i put my all into it so the ppl who loved it made it feel a million times more special bc they loved it for the way it was.

i was so consumed by the love that i didn’t even pay attention to the hate. my mind would only focus on the good because it made me feel comforted that ppl loved my raw ideas and story

[miraclemaiden]

Thinking about a post I reblogged yesterday and I’m finding myself more and more annoyed by it so I need to verbalize my thoughts on the topic

The whole “women need to stop faking their orgasms, let him know he sucks at sex” (also apologies for this rant seeming to not be trans inclusive, I just see it mostly happening with cis women having sex with cis men 🙏🏻) issue is very grating. I understand not orgasming is frustrating and yes it sucks but I’ve never thought the point of sex was finishing, honestly.

If you are not getting the pleasure you’d like from the experience, take a little control! Guide his hands, make more noise when he’s doing something that makes you feel good, hell direct him! “Higher, to the left, right there” are so simple and can sound really sexy if you whimper and moan. I also understand that some men have an ego and want to be the big shot, not accepting help when it’s offered but in that instance I feel like sex shouldn’t continue. If you’re not both interested in each other’s pleasure, then why bother?

I don’t see the same sentiment from men, and I’ve had plenty of experiences where my cis male partner couldn’t cum. Is that because I suck? Of course not. You can still stop and feel satisfied with the sex you’ve had even if one or both parties couldn’t finish. In addition, every person is different. Some people can’t cum from internal stimulation. Some people don’t get anything out of having their nipples played with. Some people are on medication that makes it take an eternity to get off. Expecting someone else to know your ticks immediately is ludicrous. You know your own body better than anyone! Sometimes you need to be open and honest and communicate, and since you have your hands all over each other you may as well right?

The act of having sex is fun, it’s intimate, it’s powerful, it can be downright silly or raw and animalistic. It’s getting to know a person on a level that other people do not get to see them. It's experimentation. You’re at your most vulnerable and it can be confusing and frightening. Both parties should be comforting and understanding of one another. The goal, in my opinion, is to be intertwined with a person. Feel their skin, taste their sweat, listen to their sounds, touch them in places you couldn’t unless you were truly alone with them, be so close that bodies stop feeling like bodies and start feeling like rhythmic radiating heat and heartbeats and cries for more. Love given form in an act for some, a fun and casual soirée for others.

Why are some people so fixated on finishing?

[mtnkat3]

3.23pm.

I am back at house now. This place.. h.. torture.

Yes I'm a meat eater. I'll never be anything but. Tijgeress thru & thru.

But Tijgeress is also grumbling & wanting answers.

And after years.....

Don't I deserve them..... ?

Have I done things so wrong that making me feel like a schmuck is shits & giggles?????

Why.....

Why.....

Why!?!?!?!?!?

What have I done so wrong.. so egregious.. ?????

Am I really that horrible a person that the mind games are hilarity & fun!?!?!?!?!?

Mind. Blogging.

I need you . . . . .

To show me.

God is working & trying to calm me down. But the thought that my soul's mates.....don't love.. nor want to.. want. Me.

Is really like Tijgeress on a war path.

Bloody.

Feeling alone.

Abandoned. Rejected. Lost. Scared.

Thrown away like trash from the bottom of shoes.....

.

So. What is the truth?????

Do you . . . . . Crave to rub your beards.. bodys.. hands.. faces.. lips.. tongues.. fingers..

do you . . . . . Want.. me.?

Or am I crazy & interpreting this all wrong...

Only you . . . . .

& God.

Have the answers that will calm my soul.

Only you . . . . .

Can I be myself & not feel mocked.

But I feel like a yo-yo today.

The adversary is trying to steal every moment of my soul's serenity.

I am tired of that.

So please?????

Something.. that I will get & can breathe again?????

Thst I can say yes, my Bears . Angels . . . . .

Help me... please?????

Take back what the adversary is trying to destroy.

The cackling is like clanging church bells from Notre Dame. It's overwhelming me. I can't think straight.

I am curled up.. begging for help.

Please.....

God?????

I only know that

I love you . . . . .

& I cannot ever stop.

But what am I to you ? ? ? ? ?

Bowed. Praying. Weepy.

Out of the loop when I should be the center..

I believe.

I cannot stop.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

I will wait Forever for you . . . . .

If that is what's being asked of me.

Bowed.

Sobbing. Yes Father.

Patience my daughter. Don't give up. All the tears your soul's wept today could fill an olympic pool. But I claim each of them. I will give you to the mates I Created you for in MY TIME. Not until. No matter what the adversary does with cruelty, I will undo. You know the truth daughter. Calm down & listen to ME. You are MY Perfect daughter. I hold you in the esteem due my warrior queen I made you to be. There is none like you. I made you with this heart, mind, body, soul & spirit. For MY Reasons. No human can understand why. But you listen to ME my precious daughter. You listen, watch & see. Sometimes you are thrown off kilter by the adversary wanting you to think something is wrong when in fact you are right where I want you to be until I say it's time to unbind, unlock the chains bound around you. You cannot fly into your mates loving arms until I have moved everything to the right place. You know this daughter. You see it in the dreams I place running across your mind. You know t, my precious daughter. You are made for things different than most. Hold on my beautiful girl. HOLD ON TO ME. And hold on to your mates..... They are there but know not to go further until I say so. Do you understand MY daughter?

Yes Father.

Bowed. Weeping. On my belly.

Yes Father.

I am Yours Lord.

I am my soul's mates when You open the locks weighing me down like quicksand .. a bog..

Snow White & the Huntsman bog that sucked on her like evil dark matter. Clinging. Evil. Parasitic leech.

I think I've been thru ~½ a box of tissues today.

I am only able to touch your soul's from the distance of..this..... the hell of social media. Having to open up.. be vulnerable.. exposed.. raw.. real.. here.

It hurts.

I need you . . . . .

Not social media. Not to be entertained.

I need You . . . . .

I Love. Adore. Crave. Want.

You . . . . .

Nothin & no one else.

No body but you . . . . .

In whatever configuration you are to be mine.....

However God Created me.. you..... to be.

Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯☸

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I am feeling exceedingly vulnerable right now.

W.12.21.2022 4.29pm est.

[vkdiariesblog]

In 30 days, will mark the day I first became a mother 10 years ago.

I remember being so scared. I was not sure if I was gonna suck at it. It was such an important job. I was responsible for not messing up someone's life.

Well he was born a premie. 7 months... a little over 3 lbs... But he was mine. My emotions were all of over the place and I was going through all of this on my own. His dad had to go back to work. I don't even know if he asked for time off. But I wanted him... no I needed him there.

I remember the nurses would complain that I wasn't spending enough time with him and I just felt so detached... so lost.

I would go outside of the hospital and sit on the benches... staring at the floor... lost in my thoughts... I was a horrible mother. Why was it so difficult for me to do this? I just didn't want to do it alone.

Weeks after, the hospital decided to send him home. He wasn't even 6 lbs yet.

I remembered when we got home, I attempted to change his diaper. I was shaking. Looked so clueless. I remember his dad (my bf at the time) just cursing me about being a bad mother. Being annoyed at how I was acting.

When I realised he was not helping at all with the child care, my mother decided for me to go back to their home.

I saw no problem because I needed the help. I knew something was wrong with me but I couldn't understand or explain because I was scared I would be condemned.

I started to get into a routine. Started talking to JT (my son). I told him everything. About my hopes, my dreams, my fears. What I wanted to accomplish. Everything. His smile always melted my heart.

Then a day came and my mother started saying that I needed to move back in and not leave the house until I was married. I couldn't do this and that. I started to feel suffocated all over again. I felt like I did not have any control over my life anymore.

I then asked JT's dad how he felt about us getting married. I knew I couldn't afford a wedding and decided to consider a court marriage. My bf didn't declined cause we were already engaged. We wanted a future together so starting now rather than later wasn't a major issue for us.

Plans were made and I knew my mother wasn't happy about it. Little did I know... this day was gonna change my life completely.

I fell asleep around 8pm that night and when I woke up around 10pm, I saw the lifeless body of my son. I was in complete shock. I didn't understand what was going on. I held him in my hands and ran to my mother. Who then screamed, What did you do?!!

I stood there in shock cause I really didnt know what happened.

We took JT to the hospital where they later pronounced him dead. My mother bawled as if it was her child. Every around thought he was hers.

I stood there and I had no emotions. I didn't know how to react. He was gone. And I felt so dead inside. I felt myself die that night.

Everything died with him.

When everyone was gone and I was alone... I found a corner in the room and I broke down into tears... I wanted to die... I didn't want to breathe anymore... I didn't want to live... I had no purpose... He left this world without me...

I kept all my emotions to myself. No one can say they saw me break down. Saw anything raw from me. I didn't want to be weak. I didn't want to be vulnerable. I didn't want to be condemned.

The hardest part was listening to people say that I killed him. A part of me felt like my husband thought the same. The comments he would make would indicate this.

I started pushing people away even my husband. Stopped talking to all of my friends. I was alone. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone.

This was when I realised the day my marriage started was the same day it ended...

[bloodiedrogue]

WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF

SUMMARY: Steve wants to get to know you. The real you, but it’s hard when there’s an impending apocalypse and he sucks at talking to people he thinks are hot.

PAIRINGS: Steve Harrington & Gender Neutral Reader

WORD COUNT: 1K (ish)

WARNINGS: Minor spoilers for S4.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, this is absolute shit... but it’s also the first thing I’ve properly written in nearly seven months so I’m, uh, a little rusty you could say. :’)

MASTERLIST

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Steve can’t really admit to himself how attractive you look right now. Even with the blood and dirt smeared across your face. Honestly, just the sight of you, kneeling in front of him with wide, worried eyes has him sitting on the ground in a panic, wondering just how long his heart will remain intact as you move in closer. Because at this rate, it feels like his time is limited. His heart is a ticking clock and the moment it strikes twelve he’ll surely explode right in front of you; what with the way you’re staring and moving and oh fuck—

“Steve! Oh, my god, are you okay?”

As you reach to comfort him, he can’t help but notice how raw your voice sounds. How empty and honest the words feel tumbling out of your lips like a wave of unfamiliarity. It’s the kind of tone that makes him realize that this is the first time you’ve properly talked to him instead of at him. Which is something he isn’t expecting given the fact that you usually just order him around whenever there’s danger. Because outside of these circumstances —the ones with magic and monsters— you don’t have conversations with him. So, honestly, it’s a bit weird to hear the emotion and the way your voice cracks with this… uncertain vulnerability. 

“I’m good. Real good. A solid ten out of—“

The pain shooting through the side of his abdomen deters his conversational skills, making him curse under his breath because, of course, he’s fucked this up. It’s all he ever does when it comes to life and girls and surviving long enough to save the world. Nowadays, it’s like he can’t do anything without being questioned or looked down upon —not since he graduated and his social status took a complete nose dive to the depths of Hell. 

So, it’s not really a surprise when the next words out of your mouth are, “don’t move, stupid!”

Because he is stupid. Stupid for thinking he could just go on his own into Lover’s Lake and explore the gate. He isn’t El for god’s sake. He doesn’t have powers or even that great a shot like Nance. Really all he’s got is the charisma of a superstar and a god damn death wish —two things that should never mix. 

“Steve, I said, stop moving!”

Great, now you’re scolding me, he thinks, but then he feels your hands push gently against his bare chest —pinning him down against the ground as you shake your head and scoff, making him realize:

“I, uh, I said that out loud… didn’t I?” 

“Sure did, bud!” he hears Eddie announce, followed by the sound of Nancy and Robin sighing. 

All of it’s enough to easily counteract the coolness of him obliterating that bat. Enough to make him close his eyes and silently groan as his mind begins to descend into a state of anxiety because he’d almost got you. The real you. Not the one who’s always out and about pretending to be calm and strong.

For a brief moment, Steve heard that tiny version of you they all have. The one stuck inside, screaming in fear of every waking moment ahead. It’s the version of himself he too swallows down every time a new threat emerges. It’s the same one that’s currently trying to claw its way up his throat, causing him to flinch every time he swallows or breathes or— 

“Do you think you can walk?”

Now you’re practically on top of him, exploring the wound delicately with your fingers. Behind you, the others stand off to the side and talk amongst themselves, trying their best not to stare when Steve reaches for your hand to grasp your fingers to get you to stop.

“I just bit the head off a bat —pretty sure I can do anything right now.” 

Rolling your eyes, you glance at the hand wrapped around your own but make no effort to tear it away, prompting Steve to grin. 

“That’s just your adrenaline talking,” you tell him then, and he knows you’re right. He can feel the impact of it running through his veins, pushing all the much-needed chemicals to their designated spots in order to fuel him.

It makes him a bit lightheaded, if he’s honest. At least, that’s what he tells himself knowing the alternative. He did lose quite a bit of blood but obviously, he can’t focus on that because you’re right there, smirking with a pretty nasty bruise above your right eye. 

“Adrenaline or not, I’m gonna make it, so don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself and how you’re gonna explain to everyone how you got that wicked shiner.” 

Instinctively, you tear your hand away from his and move to touch it, flinching at the pain that suddenly appears upon contact. 

“That bad, huh?”

You roll your eyes and move to stand, making Steve sigh and close his eyes because he’s done it. Again. That thing where he opens his mouth and speaks before he thinks and makes everything—

“How about instead of worrying about me and everyone else, you worry about yourself for a change?”

It’s a valid point. The kind that makes him both thankful and angry because, of course, you’re right. In the grand scheme of things, he only ever thinks of himself in selfish ways. Ways to look good and get ahead of everyone else. Not very often does he treat himself with any kindness. It’s all about keeping up appearances, whether it be acting like the dick he was in high school to hide his flaws or playing the hero to impress girls like Nancy. 

In the end, all of it’s just a facade, in a way. Sure, he’ll always be a bit conceited and brash —an acquired taste to some, but to others maybe one day he could be considered kind. Selfless. A real stand-up guy. Maybe the kind you’d look to for comfort someday if he manages to survive the blood loss he’s currently facing. 

[peachsayshi]

Entangle (Part 3)

Geto Suguru x Female!Reader x Nanami Kento

Summary: Everyone is captivated by Gojo’s pretty new wife including the two sorcerers that work closest to him - but after the honeymoon phase ends, Geto and Nanami know how much you’re being neglected, so they take matters into their own hands. But what happens when her oblivious husband finds out... 

A/N: [MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT] - (PART 1 & 2 IN CASE YOU MISSED IT)

TAGS: literally smut, M/F/M, threesome (maybe a foursome hehe...) praise kink; face riding; oral (female & male receiving); fingering, voyeurism, reader has her wrists bound and wears a blindfold at one point, mentions of infidelity, dub-con, squirting (mentioned), nipple play, non-con  (filmed without consent); degradation; breath play (mentioned) 

“Enough, enough, enough...ahhhh...” you panted, digging your nails into Suguru’s flesh as your thighs gave out. You lifted your hips, stopping yourself from reaching your much needed release and revealing Nanami’s blushed face buried underneath your pussy. 

“Tsk, it hasn’t even been that long...” the blonde scolded, his hands brushing the back of your legs as he licked his lips. “You’re so fucking sensitive...”

Suguru chuckled, “Tell me about it...”

Nanami guided his hand back between your puffy folds, pushing two digits inside your sopping cunt. He’s been edging you up until this point, only adding to the pressure knotting your lower belly. 

This was too much for you to handle. 

You can’t take the sensation of his mouth suctioned over you, his tongue rolling back and forth between your wet lips while Suguru was busily roaming his hands all over your heated body. 

How were you supposed to cum in this position when it felt too raw...

Too vulnerable... 

The dark haired sorcerer leaned forward to kiss your chest, parting his lips to continue marking your skin with conviction. He flicked his tongue over your swollen nipple before hungrily sucking and then releasing you with a pop. His palms cupped just underneath breasts, before he replaced his mouth with his thumbs as he swept the pert buds, circling over them repeatedly. 

You’re eyelashes fluttered, your mind falling back to a lustful state of bliss, consuming your rational thinking and forcing you to succumb to your feral behavior. 

From underneath, Nanami watches your arousal dribble down his fingers, his digits pumping between your tender lips as he uses his words to coax you into giving him the orgasm he’s been working so hard for. 

“You were almost there,” he coos, raising his neck slightly to kiss your inner thigh. “You’re doing really well but I don’t want you holding back this time. You know I just want you to feel good, right?” 

You nodded your head, your bottom lip finding it’s way between your teeth but all you could muster was a quiet, “mhmm”. 

“Such a sweet girl, I’ll give you a break after this, I promise,” he reassures, planting another soft kiss before finally pulling out his fingers and leaving you feeling empty.  “Can we try again, love?”

“O-okay, yes...” you exhaled. 

You squeaked when Suguru pinched your nipples, imprinting crescents into his shoulders as your eyes opened with surprise.

“She’ll do anything for a little praise,” he teased with a lift of his brow. 

His hands traveled up to ring those long fingers around your neck. He could feel your rapid pulse against his palm but the scowl tugging at your gorgeous face only made him chuckle under his breath. He brought his lips to meet yours, a mocking smile ghosting over you when he kissed you softly. 

“And good girls always listen, right?” he whispered. 

You drew in a sharp breath as Nanami lowered your hips back down, whimpering into Suguru’s mouth when you felt the blonde’s tongue wave between your folds. 

Nanami’s lips smacked and slurped your own, and your hips naturally started to move. Your body gyrated against his tongue, as you humped over his mouth and bumped into his nose. One of his hands rested on your lower belly, the other squeezing and pulling the flesh of your rear as he devoured you. He was completely lost to the moment, having thought of you in this position in the fantasy of his own mind multiple times over. He didn’t care that his face was flushed - a crimson tinting his cheeks, neck and upper chest from him suffocating underneath the most captivating woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. 

Suguru felt the heat of your body rise, your kiss growing more feverish and urgent as he swallowed the little cries singing from your throat. You weren’t even making sense, murmuring and mumbling as you tried to take in shaky breaths. You felt his hands secure around your neck tightly as he dominated the kiss, drawing your tongue between his lips to suck on it in a lewd manner. 

You could feel yourself gushing against Nanami, attempting to break from Suguru’s hold. 

Instead, Nanami caught you by surprise by firming his grip on your thighs, halting your wiggling movements as he relentlessly drank from your drenched cunt. 

A rogue tear streamed down your cheek, Suguru finally released you from his lips to watch your face scrunch as you arched away. Your hand shot between your legs, latching onto golden strands and making Nanami moan against you.

The way your body shuddered made beads of pre-cum dribble from the tip of Suguru’s cock. 

Satoru’s delicate, poised, and elegant wife was now teary eyed and convulsing while riding the face of his co-worker. You weren’t holding back on your desperate cries, and the sight of you finally climaxing was the hottest thing that Suguru Geto has ever seen. 

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body meekly climbing off Nanami as you rested back against the pillows. 

Suguru’s eyes shifted to the blonde’s muscular chest rising and falling, as the air slowly drew back into his lungs. His hair was a complete mess, his handsome face glittering with your essence and highlighting the shades of red that flared across his body. 

“How was that?” Suguru asked with a smirk. 

“Heavenly,” Nanami replied, flashing a heart melting smile as he drawled out his answer. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking more ethereal in your hazy vision as you tried to regain your focus.

Your own conscious slowly began connecting itself back to your surroundings, a pulse throbbing between your legs and forcing you to squeeze them together. You needed to give yourself a second to rest but that moment was interrupted when you felt the heat of Nanami’s palms guide their way up your legs. 

His lips were on your thighs then all over your tummy before trailing up between your breast until he finally met your neck. His whispers were low and words inaudible, until you paid attention to hear him repeat just how perfect you are.

His compliments interchanged with the most tender kisses, earning a smile from your lips as your face lit up with satisfaction. 

Your heart had already resigned to this act, your obsessive need to control yourself withering away the longer you stayed in this bed.  You didn’t care about your morality or the supposed “commitment” that you shared with your husband.

This experience was something completely new, and one that even your white-haired beloved couldn’t provide. 

Your bodies moved, shifting in a fluid motion as Nanami sat upright to pull you back so you were resting comfortably on his chest.He stroked one finger up and down your arm, delicately caressing you as he allowed you to catch yourself. His other hand rubbed over your midriff and he leaned down to press his cheek against your temple. 

“You okay?” he checked in. 

“Mhmm...”

“Did that feel good?” he asked with a kiss. 

“Too good,” you answered with genuine contentment, your racing heart finding its calm as your lungs began working in a normal rhythm. You grazed your nails underneath his chin, bringing your lips to his as you parted your mouth eagerly. 

For someone whose cold personality was the forefront of his image, Nanami kissed you with enough passion that could have you falling in love with him in a matter of seconds. 

“Sorry to interrupt this sweet moment,” Suguru announced, watching you lazily lay against his co-worker and you gasped as the tips of long fingers teased your entrance. 

You nearly fell apart right there, his knuckles burying themselves deep in your cunt in the slowest action. 

“Wait...I n-need a minute...” you implored, unable to squirm away with Nanami securing your position from behind. 

“From him, maybe, but who said I was willing to stop?” 

Dark eyes met yours, a challenging stare that reminded you that your body didn’t belong to just one man.

You pursed your lips, knowing that all it took was for you to say the word and Suguru would stop his actions.

Despite the urge you had to shove the smug bastard away, even you couldn’t deny how amazing the stroke of his movements felt and your thighs naturally spread wider to give him the access to continue fucking you gently with his fingers.

“You haven’t earned my praises yet”

His words swirled in the back of your mind, and a shameful part of you wanted to submit to him just to gain his approval. 

Nanami’s palms squeezed your breasts, massaging them with equal affection as Suguru maintained his movements. You were making the quietest noises, tiny gasps and moans that made your stomach dip and the muscles in your throat bob.

“Such a pretty fucking cunt, and all ours to play with...” Suguru complimented.

The squelching sounds no longer made you shy, instead you were hoping that Suguru would focus on the one part of you craving his touch. However, the man was too distracted watching the way you clenched around his fingers to even give your needy pearl any attention. A string of curses flew from your lips as he spreads his fingers to scissor you, loosening you up nicely for him. 

“We’re both bigger than your husband is, need to make sure you’re good and ready to take us...” 

Your head started to spin, your mouth practically drying up from how much you desperately wanted to be filled up. 

You weren’t thinking when one of your hands naturally crawled between your legs, your middle finger timidly reaching to rub your clit, and the second you felt the touch of your own contact, your body shivered with pleasure. 

You started off with small circles but your urges prompted you to speed up the process. Your fingers moved faster than Suguru’s leisurely strokes, rubbing your clit until you felt Nanami’s palm enclose on top of yours. 

“Easy, love...” he soothes, “not too fast, not yet...” 

You gulped, forcing yourself to slow down. 

Suguru changes his movements, his middle and ring finger now curving up to brush up against your gummy walls and forcing a stuttering whine from your lips. 

The man groaned, his fingers covered with your arousal as his eyes fell heavy, thrusting with more vigor that had you whimpering. Your fingers were above his own, touching yourself for the first time as you resisted the urge to fall apart.

Then he heard you speak, your sensual voice garnering his attention as his name ran from your lips. 

“Suguru...” you mewled, the distress woven into every letter but you knew better than to beg again. 

The man was so hard it hurt but he had the will to carry out this twisted game. He retracted his fingers, seeing your bottom lip quiver from how disappointed you were.

“Such a needy thing...” he sang, “but you can’t keep relying on us...” 

His hand moved to stroke his veiny cock, his thumb swiping over the slit as he began to slowly jerk himself off. 

“Don’t stop touching yourself...” Nanami whispered, his breath growing heavy, holding back a grunt as you unintentionally rubbed up against his length from behind.

Both men watched your body writhe from your own ministrations, pleasuring yourself until your broken prayers were answered as you finally came. 

***

The haze of lust was thick in the air, blinding each of you as you fell to the seduction of the unforgiving sin.

A sin that you would not be able to write off with your carnal desires out on full display. 

Your back arched beautifully, a line sloping upward to show off the curve of your rear, while your shoulders pinched to the front.

Suguru was before you, his legs spread with his back resting against the bed of pillows behind him. The contrast of the white sheets stood out harshly against his tousled black hair, the strands flowing in all directions as his chest heaved, staring at you with faded eyes as your mouth circled over the head of his cock. 

The muscles in his thighs twitched, a shaky breath escaping him as you gently sucked on the tip. He could feel the warmth of your tongue swipe over the slit, but then you parted your mouth to gasp.

“Oh my god...” you moaned, goosebumps prickling down your legs from the sensation of Nanami’s prick guiding between your folds. His palm squeezed your lower back as he watched your arch even further into him, the head of his throbbing cock finally entering your needy hole as he pushed.

“You’re distracting her,” Suguru lectured through gritted teeth. 

“You’ll get your turn,” Nanami bit back. “Let me have mine.” 

“Oh, fuck, Ken...” you sang, your fingers digging into Suguru’s thigh, as you felt him drag his thick member out before thrusting back in with a grunt. 

“You better not cum,” Suguru warned, “not until I’m inside of you.” 

You nodded your head, your glossy eyes and flustered face tugging a grin from his lips. You brought your mouth back down to his cock, sloppily pleasuring him as one hand reached to stroke the base. Your tongue glides its way lower to meet the heavy weight of his balls, which you proceeded to suck much to Suguru’s pleasure. 

He chuckled under his breath, an approving smile highlighting his roguish face. 

Your slow, calculative movements countered Nanami’s rough thrusts, and he pounded against your rear ensuring that you felt every inch of his well-endowed cock slipping between your folds.

You glanced up at Suguru from under your lashes, your lips finding its place back to softly suck him off. The sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him made Suguru shudder as he was unable to catch his breath under your ministrations. He ran his slender fingers to grab a fistful of your hair, tenderly massaging your scalp to encourage you. 

“Satoru was right...” he moaned. “You are a hungry, little cockslut. Fit so perfectly in your mouth...”

You gasped, your lower abdomen tightening as the tremors in your legs made it harder for you to keep your position.

His cock popped out of your mouth when you pulled away, a string of cum still dangling from your bottom lip to his slit. Your eyes were beginning to cross over as Nanami had managed to hit you in just the right spot that had you seeing double of Suguru. 

“Fuck, stay with me, baby...” Suguru coaxed, his hand moving to cup just underneath your chin as he tried to regain your attention. “Stay with me...” 

“M’hurts Sugu,” you mewled, “Need to cum, m’close again...” 

“Not yet, sweetheart...” he replied, intentionally swiping over the glittering string of slick before inserting his thumb to press down on the pad of your tongue.

You whined with frustration, your eyes glistening with brimming tears and you felt Suguru drag his finger out of your mouth to press your cheeks together. 

He appreciated that you were holding off on your climax for his sake.

“Eyes on me,”  he breathed, hoping to keep your focus on him as Nanami brought himself closer to his release. 

His attention flickered towards the blonde, whose movements had grown sloppier as he strained to hold back the sheer pleasure highlighting his face. His fingers bruised the flesh of your skin, his cock driving in and out of you relentlessly.  

“Ngh-I could fuck this pussy...” 

Thrust. 

“...all...” 

Thrust.

“...night.” 

Thrust.

You cried out as he delivered his final assault, holding you in place while his cock pulsed against your fluttering walls, and cursing through his own release when he finally climaxed. 

The ache between your legs was torture, and feeling Nanami drag himself out only made you feel empty. You needed to be stretched out and fucked as if your sanity depended on it.

“You’ve shown me that your obedience has its perks,” Suguru concurred, watching as Nanami helped guide your shaking body to position yourself above him.

Your voiced cracked when you sank your pussy over Suguru’s cock, feeling his fingers latch onto your thigh as your bodies finally connected.

“Feel what you do to me?” he hums, his fingers lightly grazing over your lower belly as if to trace the length of his cock buried at the hilt.

He grunts as you mindlessly begin rolling your hips, your mind only focusing on your instinctive desire of alleviating the tension building from within your core.

You squeaked when you felt his hand roughly slap against your ass, his hungry eyes confronting you again.

“Show me how you can ride this dick and I’ll let you cum as many times as you please.”

You threw your head back, completely giving in as you began grinding your hips eagerly. Suguru watched your body ripple, your belly rolling with each of your movements. He could see the sweat glistening against your chest, covered with the marks that both men have imprinted on you.

“Good girl - that’s a good fucking girl…”

His praises were like music to your ears, and you realized how much you thrived off of him worshipping you. 

You began to bounce lightly on his cock, your breasts mimicking your movements as you panted heavily. Suguru’s muscles tensed up, losing his control over his own will when he felt you slam down his length with every movement. He slipped his arm around you lower back, holding you in place as he sat upright to thrust upward. A vision of white blinded you, your hands naturally moving to grip his shoulders as he buried his himself between your breasts.

“Let’s make it all better for you, sweetheart…” he murmurs, sliding his other hand between your legs to meet your clit.

From the moment he pressed the tip of his fingers against your bundle of nerves, your body convulsed in an unruly manner. You clung onto Suguru as you rode out your pent up orgasm with him mercilessly fucking you and you feral cries drowned out from the noises of his own pleasure as he finally came.

** 

You woke up to darkness, wrapped in silk as you shifted in bed feeling the familiar sensation of your robe against your naked body. A mild ache throbbed between your legs as memories of the evening flashed across your mind in quick images. 

Of Nanami fucking you from behind...

Of riding Suguru’s cock until you nearly blacked out...

Of the final act with you spread out for the two of them to take you at the same time with one dick in your mouth and the other buried in your cunt...

Of Nanami and Suguru discussing how they would rather fill both your holes the next time around... 

Your body shot upright, your hands pressing your cheeks from the blood rushing to your face. You switched on the lamp, allowing the warm light to illuminate your frame. Your gaze flickered towards the white piece of paper resting perfectly on your side table and you picked it up to find the numbers of both gentleman who had shared your bed only a few hours ago. 

An open invitation to continue the debauchery. 

Restless nights passed as you tried to avoid giving into the temptation of feeding the insatiable desire that has now plagued you. 

Days went by where you would have to hide your secret whenever encountering your husband in the brief moments where he chose to be present. 

However, the longer he continued disregarding the more eager you were to indulge in another secret tryst. 

To your surprise, Suguru was easier to lure back into your bedroom. With the snap of your finger the man would willingly show up at your front door, taking you whichever way you enjoyed. He hid his submission with his cruelty, but you eventually came to understand that he was more infatuated with you than he made you believe. 

Nanami only heeded your pleas at his convenience, making you pine for him by teasing him with sensual phone calls and erotic videos. You recorded yourself making love to your own body, seducing him with your words by reminding him just how well he taught you. 

Eventually he succumbed to your persuasions, and also managed to slip back between the sheets to fuck you on nights when you were alone. 

Regardless of the pleasures you gained from your torrid affairs, you still craved having your body shared by the pair, and one night you decided to take matters into your own hands, inviting both men to join you while your husband was away for work. 

*** 

You wrists were bound, your hands pinned above your head as your heart raced with anticipation. The sash secured around your eyes heightened your senses, making you focus on the muffled noises surrounding your room. 

“It’ll be a like a little game,” is how Nanami and Suguru teased the idea of you being bound and blindfolded.

You stripped off all your clothes to accept the offer without hesitation. 

The bed dipped lightly and you drew in a short inhale as you felt the weight of someone’s body sink into the mattress. Their warm breath was on your belly, blowing just around your naval before leaving a tender kiss. Your stomach quivered as they brushed the tip of their nose up your torso, their lips meeting between your breasts to peck you softly. 

Fingers circled your nipples and they hardened against the familiar touch, with your mind already trying to picture which of the gentleman had decided to take the first chance on you. 

Initially you figured it was Nanami from the feel of those hands squeezing your chest but there was a rough touch that had you considering it might be Suguru instead. 

Your lips parted, your lower back arching lightly off the mat when you felt their wet tongue glide over your nipple, their teeth sinking in to nip at the sensitive bud which caught you completely off guard. 

They drew a moan from your lips, swiping their tongue up along the map of your skin until they were suckling on your collarbone. Your brows furrowed, your heart pounding heavily in your chest as you felt them track their way to your neck. 

A strong scent wafted off their body, one which you couldn’t pinpoint belonging to either Nanami or Suguru. The blonde always smelled refined, his scent crisp with undertones of wood and cedar, while his dark haired counterpart was subdued with a fragrance of warm spices. 

This aroma was sweeter, a touch of vanilla with bergamot and geranium. 

You couldn’t recognize which sorcerer would choose to wear this particular blend, and your mind suddenly began filtering through your memories wondering why you found the smell so familiar. 

You felt their hand slide underneath the back of your hair, curling between the strands as they tilted your neck to the side.

The minute your mind pieced together the reason behind your recognition, your heart stopped beating. 

“Hello, my angel,” Satoru whispered, his menacing words laced with endearment. 

Every single nerve in your body froze. 

You were incredibly still, the blood draining from your face as sheer panic overshadowed your desire. 

“Surprised?” he murmured, the length of his long body securing you in place as he brushed his lip over the shell of your ear. 

“Sa...Satoru...” you gulped, tugging at your wrists out of fright but realized that there was no way for you to escape. 

His dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your beloved husband left a delicate kiss on your temple. He wedged his knee between your legs, pressing up against your sex as he placed his forehead against yours. 

“Did you really think you could get away with fucking me over? In my own home?” 

“I...” you proceeded to say, your mind going blank as you’ve completely lost your words. “I...” 

“Shhh, shhh...” Satoru soothed, dragging his lips over to meet yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth to silence your pleas. 

He greeted you with a sensual kiss, one that you’ve been desperate to relive during your loneliest hours prior to this entanglement. 

You naturally sighed into his mouth because nobody could ever kiss you the way your husband does. His soft lips would capture your own while his his tongue intertwined with yours in an addictive dance. 

This was a kiss delivered by a God and you were the mere mortal blessed to receive it. 

“My beautiful Angel,” he snarled against your lips, “so pretty and perfect for me, but such a filthy whore for everybody else...” 

You trembled as he pressed his knee harder against you, his teeth ensnaring your bottom lip to snag on your flesh. 

“Are you not ashamed for what you’ve done?” 

Deny.

“For the dishonor you brought to our household?”

Deny.

“For inviting other men into our bedroom?” 

Deny. 

Your brain immediately wanted to reject his words but you were smart enough to realize that Satoru didn’t wind up here by surprise. Something in your gut acknowledged that Nanami and Suguru clearly had something to do with this. 

“They told you,” was all you could muster up, partially to ask your husband to confirm your hunch but also because you were unable to stop yourself from admitting the truth of the matter. 

Your body relaxed into the mattress in defeat. 

“I told you before,” Suguru spoke, his wicked voice echoing a distance away, “Your husband and I don’t keep secrets from each other.” 

You trembled, realizing that both men were still present with your husband on top of you. 

“I know everything,” Satoru revealed, “I’ve seen everything...” 

“I...I don’t...” 

“I told you I’ve always got my eye on you, Angel,” Satoru continued, “You prefer wasting my money on lovely little things while I spend it on practical tools that serve me best. An impeccable security system, for example...” 

“You have...” 

“Pictures, videos...you name it, and in high definition too might I add...” 

Cameras. 

Your husband had documented your immoral act and had in stored in countless footage. 

“Don’t be shy now,” he cooed, “it would be hypocritical of me to call you out when I’m no saint myself. However, you’ve forgotten one thing, dear wife...” 

You swallowed hard, feeling Satoru’s hands roam back over your shoulders as his fingers wrapped around your neck. 

“I might be willing to share you, but I’m a competitive man. I’m the best for a reason, and I’m here to remind everyone of that fact.” 

He squeezed your neck, making it difficult for you to breath as one hand trailed down to meet your clit, while his knee began rubbing against your pussy as he smiled into another kiss. 

“Wet already? Don’t make this so easy for me...” 

Nanami and Suguru sat with their hands wrapped around their cocks, watching Gojo take his time to fuck you roughly into the mattress until you were nothing but a shaking, wet mess who painted his expensive sheets as you cried out that you belonged to him, and him alone. 

***

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[muselin]

TXT and overstimulation - giving and receiving

Someone asked for this ages ago, don't know who as it was an anon. Hope you like it if you see it, anon! Overstimulation headcanon below the cut, not for kiddies, you know the deal ⛔️🔞

Soobin

Giving:

more often than not he finds himself doing it accidentally. Like when he's eating you out like his life depends on it. He's already made you cum but he's built up so much momentum that his brain doesn't even let him think about stopping until he's got you on the edge again. He's pleasantly surprised when you beg him not to stop because you're so close again and he's more than happy to finish the job.

Receiving:

takes it like a champ. He's by no means a pillow princess but he will happily let you ride or suck him past his orgasm. Gorgeous moans and expressions and it feels so exhilarating that you're bringing him so much genuine pleasure that it riles you up too. This is where Soobin will gladly let you play with him. Talk dirty to him, humiliate him and tell him how desperate he looks and he'll be cumming again in no time.

Yeonjun

Giving:

he can be a little sadistic with it. He's a tease anyway, but knowing that he's overstimulating you and overwhelming you is likely to only make him do it more. He goes on a power trip and the filthiest things start coming out of his mouth: "Only I can make you shake, baby", "I fucking love it when you scream my name like that", "I'm gonna fuck this dripping hole raw and you're gonna let me, aren't you".

Receiving:

whiny, squirmy, oversensitive. He knows how to dish it out but doesn't really take it well. You'll have to tie him down to actually force him to cum but he will definitely agree to it in principle. Begging you to stop isn't REALLY him begging you to stop. He likes it slow and his moans go downright pornographic. Shallow fuck him or suck his cock all slow and sloppy and he'll be dreaming about you all night after he passes out.

Beomgyu

Giving:

total power trip as soon as he decides not to stop after he's made you cum but unlike Yeonjun he has no patience to tease. He gets rough, not necessarily fast but he'll fuck into you hard and make the sensations hit you like a train. His fingers skirt around every other sensitive place on your body that's begging for a break and with his penchant for putting his hand around your throat you won't even try to ask him to stop. Dirty talker and will tell you just how fucked out you look, how he'll let you rest only if you keep taking it like the slut you are and cum again for him.

Receiving:

he either goes soft or goes wild. There's no middle ground with him. If you're riding him or sucking him, his eyes go narrow and glaze over, pretty lips falling open in an "O" and that usually filthy mouth will turn to kissing you everywhere he can reach, or to begging. What he's begging for - he doesn't know. Doesn't know whether he wants you to stop or keep going. Pull his hair, choke him, he will love it and you'll have him cumming all over you again.

Taehyun

Giving:

gets cocky and such a tease. "Was it really that good? If you want me to stop why are you still trying to suck me right back in?" Methodical as always, he works out which spot is too sensitive and which he can stimulate just right so that you don't squirm away. This makes you feel safe and held and even though it's intense you get off on how sure his hands are, how he keeps pleasure flowing through you so steadily.

Receiving:

Taehyun is definitely one to test his own limits but just the oversensitivity and intensity of it all makes him feel vulnerable. You'll get the most surprised wide-eyed faces and gaspy moans as you overstimulate him. Everything in his body tenses and he's just locked in for the ride until you bring him to that ultimate bliss again. This is probably the one time you could get away with bossing him around, getting him to beg a little bit and teasing him by slowing down or stopping. He will eventually beg and he'll hate you for it a little bit but that just makes him cum harder.

Huening Kai

Giving:

experimental, curious. "Hmm, what if I touch you here again? Oh? Does it feel good?" Gets a little bit detached as he gets fascinated with how your responses are different even though he's doing the same thing he was just doing a few minutes ago. He plays you like an instrument, studying and plucking different sounds from you with different touches. Gets absorbed in it and just loses track of time, whether he's settled in between your legs or inside of you. You don't even think to ask him to stop because he just sweeps you along with him until you cum again.

Receiving:

whiny and teasing, taunts you a little bit. "Is that all you've got," he might say but then the words slur into a moan as you twist your hand or mouth over his cock. He grinds into you and can get needy, needs you to be kissing him and he uses that to muffle his moans. It's a more gentle affair with him and when he cums it isn't always obvious. He cums a lot the first time and the second he might not have much left to give, but he looks so fucked out that you just know you've made him cum again.

[iambilliejeanok]

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Pairings: Kakashi x reader

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Hearing the door shut, you looked up from the couch to see your boyfriend step in the house, his clothes all dirty and his face wearing a weary expression as he slowly slid his mask off, slumping back against the wall in exhaustion. As quick as could be, you stood in front of him your arms wrapping around his slender torso to embrace him in a long and warm hug. Lazily, his arm came around you, pulling you closer with all the strength he had, pressing a small and quick kiss to your cheek. Looking up at him, you wore the cutest pout on your face, “You wanna come and nap with me? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you wake up. And we could catch up on other stuff later in the night”, you spoke while casually stripping him, taking off his flak jacket followed by his hitai-ate and mask, dropping them in a pile next to his shoes. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on you at the small nod he made to your suggestion. “Poor baby, come”, you said, taking his larger hand in your smaller one and leading him straight to the bathroom. With his eyes closed he leaned against the counter, breathing in the soft mango scent of the melatonin bubble bath. While the tub was still running, you turned on a few candles the two of found together and instantly fell in love with, placing one on each corner, already excited for the evening. Cuddles were always amazing with the hubby. Closing the tap, you looked over to him, giggling when you noticed his droopy eyes staring right at the perfect view of your ass. “Oi sleepy head”, you giggled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, running his hand up and down your back while you both made eye contact. “You’re too tired”, you teased, planting a soft kiss on his lips for the first time this evening. His lips immediately hungered for yours, his hand coming to rest at the back of your head and keep you in place as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before you started pushing against his chest to get him to stop. You weren’t expecting the kiss to grow so intense, panting as you both got lost in each other’s eyes once again. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up baby”, you breathed, licking your plump lips as your hands set to work. Small kisses fell all over his body while you slowly undressed him, savoring this peaceful moment between the two of you. No work, no teenagers, no stinky puppies. Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence.

Kakashi shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths at the soft and warm kisses you planted across his naked body, little tingles shooting along his spine every time the rough skin of your hands met the skin on his body. Finally coming back up, you had to a take a deep breath at the sight of his naked body. Sure you’ve seen him butt naked more times than you could count, but there was just something so special about seeing him like this. No mask, all his feelings on display, his dick hard, completely vulnerable, to no one else but you. You felt chosen. “The water is ready”, you whispered in his ear, his eyes slowly fluttering open from the kiss you placed on his lips. “Hmmm. Let’s go”, he said walking over and settling in, reaching out for you to join him. “Baby, I already had a bath”, you pouted, absolutely hating the decision you made to bathe earlier on, but also glad that you could use this opportunity to spoil him. “But I want you in here with me! I wanna cuddle”, he whined in his deep voice, the begging tugging at your heart. “Here baby, just relax and I’ll take care of you”, you said, reaching for the loofah and a bar of raw butter soap, lathering up the loofah before gently rubbing down Kakashi’s chest, scrubbing away the dirt from the day. Working the loofah all over his body, a deep sigh he let out distracted you, and you smiled when you looked up to see his eyes shut. You were really happy he was just relaxing in this moment.

After going over his body once again with a sponge and some raw sugar scrub, you slowly started kissing his face again, waking him up from the delicious trans you put him under. “Babyyyy…”, you whispered. “Wakey wakey”. “Mmmm”, he moaned, slowly opening his eyes to your soft kisses. “Lets get you in bed love”, you spoke, making sure you weren’t too loud to pull him out of his relaxed mood. It really took a lot for Kakashi to relax and you would kill yourself if you ruined it right now. “Nooo”, he whined, the out of character whining making you giggle a little. “Baby, you can’t stay in here, you’re getting all pruny”. “Please baby…just stay with me for a little longer”, he fussed. “I’m not going anywhere goofy. I just need to get you out of this tub”, you laughed. “Oh”, was all he said, huffing in disapproval for having to move his body. Helping him stand up, you wrapped him in a fresh towel, leaving him to wipe himself down while you went to fetch some clean slippers for him. When you came back you found him still standing on the exact same position you left him in, a little glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kakashi you’re still wet?”, you spoke, placing the slippers down so he could step into them. “I thought you were going to wipe me down?”, he asked, his face wearing the normal casual look he always had, expect this time you could see him pout a little. “Kashi you couldn’t just do it yourself?”, you asked in disbelief. “No. I couldn’t”, was all he said, unwrapping himself to hand you the towel. “Omg what a fucking baby”, you mused, taking the towel from his hand so you could start patting him dry, paying extra attention to his private area and toes. “Your baby”, he randomly grumbled, while you tossed it in the laundry basket and handed him a robe.

Finally laying in bed Kakashi was dressed in nothing but a pair of puppy printed boxers, while you had on a sweater and a pair of grey undies. You couldn’t believe the whining you heard from the bathroom as you finished cleaning up, coming out to see Kakashi just laying there on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out like he was dying. “Y/n! Hurryyyyy”, he called, not realizing you stood right in the bathroom doorway. You know you could be a big baby but he was superior at this. “Princessssss!”, he called again “Come quic-“, he called before you cut him off. “I’m right here love”, you laughed, watching him turn his head in the slightest to see you standing there. “Oh okay”, he softly said, “Come to me”. Walking over to him you began talking, “Kashi just rest a little and I’ll be right over to cuddle okay”, “But you know I can’t fall asleep if it’s not in your arms”, he said, pulling you closer to him, man even if he was tired he was still strong. “What nonsense is that Kashi, you always sleep just fine without me ho-”, you started to say but he simply hushed you with a single finger on your lips, a short moment before you both burst out in laughter. Kakashi pulling you into him and rolling on top of you so you were trapped, his face nuzzling your bosom and hand holding yours as he began to relax a little more. You sighed in defeat, running your fingers in his hair which you knew would take him out. Hearing him mumble stopped your hand in his hair, making him whine out in frustration. “Kashi I can’t hear you if your face is buried in my chest. “Okay fine, please take off your sweater. It’s too much for me”, he complained, tugging on it like he had not a single bitty bit of strength to even fathom the fact that you wore this skin barrier. Rolling your eyes you did as he asked, “of course baby, there you go”, you said, your upper body now completely bare. Slowly he started nipping and sucking on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair and before long, you could hear him softly breathing, his kisses having stopped a long time ago, but those left you a little sleepy too. Yawning, you looked down at him nuzzled between your breasts, smiling at how cute he was tonight. He was your boyfriend and you’d spoil him with as much attention and affection as possible.