#sex toys play a big role (eventually)

[hitlikehammers]

I accidentally started writing this future!fic married!Steddie where rockstar!Eddie agrees to a custom-dildo box set a la Rammstein and chaos ensues so I guess, have some? CW for all the sex toys and stuff

Of all the bullshit Steve has muddled half-assed and barely-passably through in his lifetime—mostly at the demand of his asshat parents—possibly the most innocent, and honestly the least painful, were the piano lessons.

Which should have been enough to warn him well in advance that that shit was going to come back to bite him in the ass in the long run.

Like: literally.

But hey, look: it wasn’t as if he took it seriously, while he’d actually been doing it. And it wasn’t as if he even did it for very long, either. It was just a…what, a nice little novelty thing? Something that he wasn’t flat-out bad at, that could make up for his shit-ass grades when his mother talked about him at dinner parties until the real sports kicked in around junior high. It was a placeholder. A stopgap. He’d never touched the thing again after his last lesson, even if it sat perfectly-dusted and regularly-tuned in the corner of his godawful mausoleum of a house up to the day he moved out and learned that it was, in fact, easier to take the loss than try to convince anyone to buy it off him if he wasn’t inclined to include delivery.

And Eddie’s van wasn’t actually fucking wide enough to pull that off, so.

Point being: he was rid of it, he did not miss it, and he honestly didn’t think twice about it again until, oh.

Almost like fifteen fucking years later.

And really, honestly: how the hell was he supposed to expect that, come those fifteen years later, he’d be a) still alive after all the alternate dimension bullshit, b) in a longterm relationship, c) not just a longterm relationship, either, but a longterm relationship that involved a level of fucking soul-deep, unflinching and unshakable love that he never could have imagined at any point in his whole goddamn life, not a single one of his half-baked romantic teenage fantasies even scratching the goddamn surface of what this is; of what he has, and d) the fact that he has it, blissfully and gleefully and joyfully, alongside the most amazing man he’s ever fucking known.

He couldn’t have guessed those things, not a single goddamn one of them, is the point. And those were all at least, like, at the forefront of his mind by the time they actually did—however improbably—happen.

So how in the actual flying fuck was he supposed to guess playing five goddamn notes on a cheap-ass Yamaha would be the thing that would ultimately damn him straight to hell?

He hadn’t even planned on it, either. Shit, he hadn’t even wanted to do it. No, see; what he’d wanted was to get his idiot fiancé off his motherfucking ass and out of the studio, but no. No, see: these last three seconds on Track Nine of As-Yet-Untitled-Album-Seven just weren’t hitting right, babe, I’ve just gotta get it to—

“Fuck it.”

Steve hadn’t even waited for a reaction before he dropped into the nearest seat—that being at the cheapo keyboard that may actually have been for someone’s kid to fuck around on to just keep them occupied, especially since there was a massive fucking Roland set-up arranged all professional-like on the other side of the room, but that was not the goddamn point.

The goddamn point was that their flight was going to leave in two hours, and it’d take half that time just to get to the fucking airport.

“Here, you want something to hit right?”

And Steve had relied entirely on the better part of two decades’ rust on whatever muscle memory he had left being just enough to shock a metalhead out of his stupor and get his ass in gear. He thinks he trilled out something from, like, Bach. Or Beethoven. Some dead ‘B’ dude his teacher made him play that he hated then and was pretty sure he hated still, if what he dragged out was anywhere close to accurate. He played it sloppy and staccato and ended fortississimo in a way that very same teacher would have reamed him out for, but honestly, Steve kind of thought all the fff’s involved were pretty fucking fitting as he bounced to his feet on the reverb and glared at his partner’s slackjawed face.

“Either that hits just fucking right, Edward, or I’ll swing this goddamn suitcase at you and see if thatdoes the trick.”

And Steve hadn’t needed to threaten further violence against the man he loved because what he got was was an armful of Eddie, and a kiss deep enough to make Steve just a little dizzy, and he hadn’t thought twice about the maybe-ten keystrokes again because they were finally on their way to a city, with a courthouse, that’d marry their asses and Steve Harrington was about to become a husband.

Steve Harrington was about to have a husband.

His heart was way too fucking full for anything else.

———————————————

But: once everyday life settled back in?

It may have been a good idea for Steve to have taken a minute—hell, really, even just a second—to think a little harder about Track fucking Nine.

———————————————

Eds always said Corroded Coffin was a band that was ‘big enough’—and Steve generally agreed. Eddie loved performing, loved writing and breaking something primal and bloody wide open from his chest and spilling it out on a record, pouring it proud and unapologetic across a stage and then—to Steve’s complete surprise, at least at first—what Eddie loved even more than any of that was coming home to Steve afterward and curling up around him in their bed, pressing the kind of smile into the line of Steve’s neck that never waned or faded; fucking somehow impossibly just grew and grew and grew.

So the band was big enough, in that they played decent sized venues when a album dropped, and they could usually make it so their tours split between winter break and summer vacation once Steve landed his own gig as a guidance counselor, so he could come with, make sure Eddie never had to curl up in bed alone. And the band pulled in enough money so the two of them lived comfortably in the house they’d bought with the trust fund that’d had Steve’s dead grandfather’s name and blessing scrawled across it so ironclad that his parents couldn’t fucking touch it, hard as they’d tried. Basically: Corroded Coffin was ‘big enough’ that they made end-of-year lists not-infrequently, but Eddie never once had to dodge the paps outside their front yard. They were big enough that the core of their fanbase had evolved from late-80s metalheads to include the vaguely obsessive diehards of the internet era who picked apart the liner notes like they held the answers to god and the universe and everything. It was weird, but the band was fucking weird, and Steve-and-Eddie were likewise pretty goddamn weird, so it mostly worked out fine.

But that was also, at the very same time, exactly how literally anyone started asking a single goddamn question about the stupidly out-of-place performance credit listed on track fucking nine, when finally-titled-Album-Seven got its release date.

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪

New series alert because i made all the jjk men hcs too long for one post lmao

Bad Summary: HC’s of JJK Men as your SD.

Cw: Mentions of sex, Petnames, Age differences off the wazoo(i.e. reader is around 19-22 and he is over 40)

SFW

Sugar Daddy Gojo treats you like his best friend with benefits

Him. He’s giving you all the benefits.

He was simply too hard to ignore

Coming to your cafe everyday ordering the same thing followed by a

“And your number.”

You were strong enough to resist, yes he was a handsome man but you never were the type to just give out your number to anybody. He was just a simple and flirtatious older customer you seen.

Gojo didnt take it lightly though, he was persistent.

Eventually he’d whoo you with small gifts and large tips, even when you happily declined he managed to get you to take it

He finally got you when he seen you off work. A small chat with him (with of course shameless stares at your body and lips) he convinced you for one small coffee date.

Then that led to him getting your number, then more expensive dates, more expensive gifts, and more princess treatment

You both went on a trip together and you clearly underestimated how rich this man was; private jet, owning WHOLE hotels on islands.

It was overwhelming to say the least but Gojo didnt mind. He loved to see the sparkle in your eyes when he took you to a new place you never been before.

He was pretty much your man at that point, he never had interest for any other women, which was hard to believe, sure he was in his 40s but he didnt look a day over 30. Not even eye bags. He reassured you you were his and only his.

He always takes you out to try to convince you to leave your job. It was a bit concerning how fast he was moving in the relationship, after expressing your concerns he did slow down. At least insisting you work at a different establishment near his place.

One he owned and the pay was twice as much.

Its almost overwhelming how he puts you at such a high priority in his life. It almost felt like your life became straight out of a fantasy.

He treats you as if you were made for him, he’s so gentle, so authoritative which was such a turn on. Him being so big and tall, always doing what your past boyfriends refused to do both out in public and in the bedroom

NSFW

Sex with Sugar Daddy Gojo was exciting.

He was always amped to do try new things like toys or even role play

His favorite; teacher and student of course.

He always buys you some of the skimpest lingerie, you always have to take as many pictures as you can because if he catches you wearing it he will in fact rip it off

Sex with SD Gojo is something you can’t even compare to

Sex with SD Gojo made you realize You were far from a virgin but laying with him made you feel like one, either the men you slept with were THAT bad or he was THAT good

Sex with SD Gojo always knew how to touch you, he knew how many fingers of his inside you can make your mouth fall slack

Sex with SD Gojo was fun and light hearted, he’d giggle at how sensitive your body BECAME after sex with him, peppering your body in kisses telling you how much youve improved on taking him in entirely

Honestly, there was no other man to fuck you better than he does

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers with an S/O who has a Dragon Dido

Note: Had this idea brewing in my brain, so I decided to write about it.

Not sponsored by Bad Dragon

Synopsis: Reader asked Slashers if they wanted to experiment with their Sex toy

Minors DNI Reader is GN

Michael myers (both 78 and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham

Michael Myers OG

When Michael found out you have a sex toy that's big and looks not human, he has questions about it

You explain what it is and how it works

It's a Dragon what now?

People make those and in the size you own?

When you ask if he can use it on you, he got a little offended

Why have that when you can have the real thing (even tho it's not that big like the toy)

With much convincing, he obligated to do some role play

You go down on your toy, your boyfriend has strap on to himself

He's enthusiastic about seeing how far you can deep thoat it before choking on it

He doesn't have to cum without holding, the toy can do that by his hand

Pounding into you seeing the bulge in your stomach produced by your dragon dildo is a site to behold

He's the Dragonoid, and you're his human mate of this role play

When it's decided you came enough, he makes your Toy cum. Pulling out your see his "seed" leave your engorged hole

Now he wants to do it again another day

Michael myers RZ

You sick minded person you are

How does that thing even fit??

You want me to do what?? Don't we do that normally?

Michael needs some time before he's ready to put it on for some fun

When the time comes, he's looking Ok with the strap-on.

🎶Big guy with a big Dragon Dick🎶 😂

Michael is going to be careful about this, still wondering if this whole toy is going to fit

But once it starts, it's going well. You're moaning from pleasure from the thrusting he's doing.

Once you start to asking for him to cum, he doesn't obligated cause he wants to go a bit little longer

Eventually, Michael simulates the dildo cumming pushing the syringe plunger, filling you up with the "Seed"

Pulling out afterwards, the cum lube flowed out of you, giving you a head tilted from the site. Pressing your stomach to watch more flow out

Definitely want to do it again rn

Jason Voorhees

Oh God Your Going to give Poor Boy a Heart Attack when you show him it

Jason has so many questions

How did you get it? Do people use these things? It can do what?

Jason is going to nearly a month or 2 before he puts on cockzilla

When the time comes when he's comfortable with the idea

Poor Boy is blushing from seeing the colorful dick fit on his big body

Being extremely careful with you

Putting it halfway in so he's not hurting you he starts out slow

Once the pace picks up, he pushes the whole Dildo in. Causing a bulge to form

Poor Boy came himself in his boxers from the friction

You comfort him from his accidentally mess he did. Afterwards, he went to clean up

Next time, he's going to be careful when role-playing

Bo Sinclair

What in God's green earth did he find in the bag in the shared closet?

When you came home, he had to ask about the Elephant or in case Dragon in the room

"A Dragon Cock? I didn't know you're that Twisted in the head, Darling."

This Cocky A-hole would definitely want to jump into this role play with the new toy

Trying to fully deep throat with it, nearly hurl from the gaging

Taking you behind with this bad boy

"That's right, take it, darling."

He makes you cum so much your overwhelmed

Releasing the "cum" from the syringe into you

He may want to get peg by that now to spicy up your relationship

Vincent Sinclair

Oh my God, what's in the Box??!!

Vincent is definitely a Dragon fan, and the fact you gotten a Dragon Dildo he's definitely red under his mask cause he wants to try it

Definitely work you up before pushing it in

Thursting the whole 8 inches of this Dragon Dick and going to town with you

Vincent was having fun watching you squirm around this big fake cock as he fucks you

Thinking it's enough for this, he released the "cum" into your hole before pulling out

Just watching the "seed" drip down from the expanded hole just makes him want to do it again

Could you do it to him another day?

Brahms Heelshire

What on earth are you using??

His eyes are wide behind that mask, seeing the large thing you're riding

Next time, his stinky wall ass comes out he's going to ask about what you have. First, he's going to be scolded for being a Pervert for watching you, then second, you're going to have to explain what it id

"Aren't Dragons supposed to be slayed, not something in the bedroom?"

You explain that people get these types of toys of different types for pleasure

You asked if he would like to use it on you if he's comfortable about it

The next night, he was lying on the bed strapped up, woty the big dicky pushing the plunger of the syringe some "cum" oozed out of the tip spooking him

You started out on giving some oral play on toy, giving your partner a subductive look while he just watched with red in his cheeks for the site

You started to ride on your dragon dildo while he watches you bounce on your toy.

After a while, he was pounding from behind before releasing the "cum" into you, it leaked from in between your hole and cock dripped onto the sheets

Brahms would like to do this again another time

Corey Cunningham (He's Adorable Fight Me! And this is a what if Corey became a Hero in Halloween Ends)

Oh poor baby saw the box on the counter and had a peek before turning away with an embarrassment on his face

You had to calm him down before explaining what you have and explain that people are getting to spice up. Corey was sheltered by his mother about the subject of Sex and toys

Corey would need a confidence boost before he decides to do the hanky panky with you

After becoming comfortable about having sex with you and about the "you know what" that's in your closet atm

Corey strapped up with the 9 inch Gradient Dragon Dick with the tube leading to a syringe full halfway of the "cum"

Start out slow, not putting it in fully being careful with you

Getting more into it and started to pick up the pace. Corey started to pound into you harder, having the bulge poking up from the dildo

Telling Corey to cum into you which he muched obligated, pushing all of the "cum" from the syringe into you

Would definitely want to it again another day

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That's all

Again I'm Not Sponsored by Bad Dragon

[walpu]

LET'S GOOOOOO I've lost 50/50 on her banner so it's my way to cope

this bitchass app tries to shadowban me so i'm reuploading this

nsfw headcanons w/Sparkle

characters - Sparkle notes - gn!reader, nsfw, dom!Sparkle, no beta

Everything is insane when it comes to this girl.

First of all, I don't think she's a virgin.

She doesn't seek sex for the act itself, for her it's just another way to play a certain role she has in mind.

If you're her lover then be prepared to her shenanigans lmao.

Constant role-playing. Like I mean it. According to her stories and voice lines, she likes to make up origins and roles for herself just for the sake of it, so of course she won't miss a chance to put her imagination to a good use.

Calls herself a switch. Can be a dom or a sub depending on what role she wants to play. But I would say she's naturally more dom leaning, she can't help but notice that the roles where she gets to boss you around are more… fun to play.

Very kinky. I think she would be open to anything you may propose. And if eventually she dislikes the experience, she just dismisses it as boring.

Would probably have some issues with respecting boundaries. I mean in her voiceline about Sampo she literally complains that limitations are boring and "kill the vibe". Plus her disregarding other's comfort for the sake of elation is generally a big part of her character.

Butttt I do think that she'll try to respect your wishes more when she gets attached to you and develops some genuine feelings. Will she still complain that you're no fun tho? Sure.

Is heavily into marking. Loves biting you all over your body, especially your chest and neck.

Be prepared to be tied up regularly. For a girl who hates restrictions she surely loves restricting you a bit too much.

Loves watching your reactions and have a lot of kinks regarding that.

Would use ice cubes on you to see you squirm when she presses it to your most sensitive body parts. Would tickle you with feathers. A high chance she would suggest trying gun/knife play at least once.

Big on edging and orgasm denial. If she feels nice enough, she'll just edge you but eventually will let you cum. If she feels like being a meanie she is. Oh well.

Would constantly switch between praising and degrading you. One minute you're the only person who can truly satisfy her, a perfect dance partner, then boom you're her pathetic toy.

Has a surprisingly good stamina. If you're out of energy before she's satisfied, she'll complain and pester you. May use toys to distract herself while you're catching your breath but they're not enough, she needs your touch specifically. Won't hesitate to tell you this. And while she didn't try to flatter or compliment you with this comment, she's was just stating a fact, it's still nice to hear, is it not?

[shintaru]

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NSFW & kinks ~

food play 

mirror sex

sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

slow sex while one or both are injured

body worshipping 

marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

revenge sex

getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

library sex for those dark academia vibes

jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

accidental i love you’s during sex 

seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

depression sex in order to feel something good for once

messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

filming it for private purposes

overstimulation

orgasm denial

spying on/walking in on their partner changing

sex in exchange for a favor

car sex

pool/hot tub sex

shower/bath sex

hate sex

friends with benefits 

first time

possessive sex

cockwarming

high on adrenaline kind of sex after a match, race, fight, competition, etc

make up sex

break up sex

complicated sex with an ex, situation ship etc

angry sex mid fight/ argument

gentle comforting sex

Them being obsessed with a specific cam girl and eventually they meet up

thigh riding

oral

dirty talk

lingerie

collar

handcuffs

blindfold

dacryphilia

choking

edging

praise

degradation

spanking

biting

hair pulling

mutual masturbation

orgasm control

punishment

face sitting

begging

cockwarming

cum play

squirting

breeding

period sex

handjob/finger fucking

striptease

use of toys

against the wall

nipple play

morning sex

marking

size kink

public/semi-public

threesome

Rough sex 

Double penetration 

Lap dance 

Size queen 

Purity/Virginity Kink, corruption kink

cuckolding 

kneeling

cock ring 

hand fetish 

Sensation play 

Role play 

Acarophilia 

Asphyxiation 

Barebacking (no condom) 

Body modification (tattoos, piercings, etc) 

DVP

Impregnation

Internal cumshots

Mess fetish 

Face fucking 

Hematolagnia

Angst ~

They never thought it would take so much time to say goodbye.

“Give me one last chance. Please.”

It never stopped hurting but leaving was a good step in the right direction.

“This number is no longer in service.” They had expected this but it hurt nonetheless.

“I’m going to change. I will. I swear.”

kisses with their last dying breath

constantly noticing them smiling so brightly with that one person 

when was the last time they beamed at you like that?

self-doubts viciously devouring your thoughts; what if they were genuinely happier with them?

“why are you acting like this all of a sudden”

"if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you just confess to me right now?"

Fluff ~

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

hugging with head on shoulder

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

piggy back hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

running their fingers through the other’s hair

laying awake, watching the other sleep

Netflix and really chill

smiling for no reason, other than looking at each other

cuddling on the couch together

a short and sweet kiss in the morning

pushing hair back behind the other’s ear

head in the other’s lap and both reading

bringing them their favourite takeout

dancing with each other

hugging each other for a long time, just breathing in each other

smiling when the phone rings and their picture pops up

going on a walk together, never letting go of each other’s hand

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

French kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

kisses in the rain

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

calling the other by a nickname only they use

being cute with animals

using inside jokes with each other

giving them something they are passionate about

being fiercely protective

letting them rant about something they love

making excuses to be close

holding hands without realizing

stealing each other’s clothes and not admitting to it - while wearing them

calming down when the other one is close

doing everything to get the other’s attention

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie 

comparing hand sizes

blowing soap bubbles into their face to briefly annoy them

“careful! you’re going to get shampoo in my eyes!” “oh quit being so dramatic”

peppering tender kisses along their exposed shoulder 

“i never realized you have so many moles around here”

tracing their scars with the tips of your fingers

Head canons ~

NSFW

Cuddling

How they comfort you

Dating

Favorite music?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

What’s their sleeping position?

Who do they go to for comfort?

Something small that they enjoy?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

Biggest pet peeve?

Do they consider others family?

Any bad habits that they have?

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

The strangest thing they have ever seen?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

How do they take advice given to them?

Do they like being in pictures?

Is there anything they’re bad at?Something that disgusts them?

Their favourite time of year

If they like reading, and if so their favourite book

Their favourite way to waste time

Their favourite type of music

Hobbies

Their most embarrassing moment

Their biggest regret

Their biggest fear

Their most prized possession

One thing they can’t live without

If they collect things – if so, what

If they know any other languages

If they have a good luck charm, if so what it is and why it’s important

If they’re a doodler or a writer

How they sleep

How they hug

How they express love (platonically and/or romantically)

A skill that they’d love to have

Crossover things (e.g. which Hogwarts house would they be in, or what would their role be in a zombie apocalypse)

creds to @prompt-heaven

I found all the prompts on their blog

since there are so many if you want a fluff prompt just say “could you do fluff prompt 6 with x character” or if you want a mix of two different prompts just say “can I request fluff prompt 3 with angst prompt 5”

[mistysimpingandspam]

dom!eddie munson headcanons {NSFW} {MINORS DNI}

•i am a FIRM believer that eddie likes being called sire. it’s probably his main title, but i feel like he’d accept daddy as well.

•definitely more of a pleasure dom than pain dom. that doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to spank you till you’re in tears, because believe me, you start acting bratty and he’ll have you over his knee in seconds. he’ll rough you up if you ask for impact, especially if you ask in that sweet voice of yours.

•praise kink, both giving and receiving. eddie WANTS to hear how good it feels and that you don’t want him to stop. he needs to hear every moan, whine, scream, pant, and squeal that comes from you. on the opposite side of things, he can’t stop telling you how beautiful and sexy you are and how good you’re doing.

•handcuffs! he loves em! he especially likes having your hands cuffed while he fucks your face.

•definitely will mark you with hickies! likes having you marked as his. he will also collar you eventually during your relationship.

•big fan of using both edging and overstimulation for punishments. he usually uses toys for this, either a wand or a nice sized dildo. he’s either not letting you cum at all, or he’s forcing orgasms out of you. you take your pick.

•eddie likes to incorporate DnD characters and role play into sex/scenes! he’d love to fuck you silly while you wear elf ears.

•favorite position is doggy hands down. eddie feels so in control of you and he loves it. he also likes missionary so he can choke you.

•likes sticking his fingers in your mouth. he likes to stick both of his thumbs in your mouth and pull it apart while slamming into you. he also likes holding your mouth open to spit in it.

[anony-man]

NSFW Delphi medic headcanons:

Please be forewarned that these ALL revolve around sex. With that being said, enjoy 🤲

First Aid:

— Starting this one off strong! He strikes me as someone who’s pretty sex-positive, despite not having had many experiences with other bots.

— I do think he’d probably prefer to develop very close relationships before entering the “bedroom” stage. Like, you don’t have to be dating, but he’s gonna want to know about you and your personality and your kinks before you fuck.

— Probably knows what he likes, and while he isn’t PUSHY about indulging in those things, he doesn’t mind telling his partner what does and doesn’t feel good, what he wants to try, what role he wants to take on (top/bottom, dom/sub, sadist/masochist BUT EXCLUSIVELY MEDICAL PLAY)

— Very, very kinky. Like, damn… You should see his rope collection.

— Doesn’t really have a preference when it comes to spike over valve. Honestly, if his partner feels up to it, he likes to use both, but the bot version of a clitoris is extremely sensitive on him (think oh god I’m gonna orgasm from only a few seconds of light stroking), so he usually tries to keep it to the spike to begin with. When he’s close to climax, though? You KNOW he’s begging them to absolutely pound his valve.

— When he’s bottoming, he exclusively receives via valve. When he’s topping? Fuck, he uses both.

— By far the most romantic and sensual between the three. He loves kinky sex, sure, but he also loves the tender kisses and exploring his partner’s body and climaxing together and snuggling afterwards. Sex is more intimacy than a way to burn off energy for him, and he loves the bonding happens during it.

Ambulon:

— I don’t mean to project on poor Amby, but he strikes me as someone who’s had a very difficult past with sexual encounters.

— Sort of like First Aid, he prefers to make small connections before getting into bed with someone. He doesn’t necessarily need to do so, but he feels much more comfortable that way.

— Probably the least experienced between the three of them. Also super self-conscious about his sex skills… they’re practically non-existent

— Before First Aid (and Pharma, ngl) took him on as a sort of sex mentee, the majority of Ambulon’s understanding of sex was spike-in-valve, just very basic. With that being said, he’s never been able to really enjoy his sexual encounters so much as just grin and bear them, so he doesn’t immediately know what he likes or what “feels good” to him.

— Between the three of them, Ambulon probably has the lowest sex drive. He enjoys a good frag maybe once a week, and it usually doesn’t get super intense. He’s in and out in about 10-15 minutes, and to him, sex is more of a release of pent-up energy and charge than an enjoyable, pleasurable experience.

— He doesn’t mind kinky sex, but it really isn’t his thing. In fact, it sort of makes him uncomfortable, as he eventually discovers, so he’s encouraged by both First Aid and Pharma to just avoid it overall.

— While he doesn’t love sex, he loves the foreplay, and he really likes the aftercare. Being the big spoon to his partner and sloppy, passionate kisses are a guilty pleasure for him.

Pharma:

— Definitely has the highest body count of the three medics, but not because he’s promiscuous (also, we gotta drop terms like this, if someone wants to have multiple partners fucking LET THEM). It’s mostly because he enjoys sex with others over masturbation, and also because like… he’s just the most sexually active.

— Don’t get me wrong though. His toy collection is equivalent to First Aid’s BDSM collection. Dude has toys of all shapes, sizes, textures, tasks, etc.

— Unlike the other two, I’d say Pharma is almost exclusively a valve mech. He likes the way it feels to get filled up by a big, hefty spike, he loves to be fingered, and he looooves it when bots give him oral. Also, his spike just isn’t that sensitive.

— Between the three of them, I’d say Pharma has gotten lots of mods added to his equipment. He likes things nice and lubricated, so he’s gotten extra lubrication producing spores added to the very inside of his valve. He’s got a few other tricks up there, too, like a rhythmic system that causes his inner valve to heat up when touched (and boy does it get HOT), a sort of squeezing mechanism that caused many an unsuspecting partner to overload on impact, and others that he keeps secret until the deed occurs. He loves surprises, and he especially loves pleasure—and pleasing his partners.

— He likes foreplay, and he loves sex, but he’s not much for aftercare. He doesn’t mind giving, but he doesn’t want to receive it. After a good session, he’s ready to get cleaned up and back to his work.

— Fairly kinky, but he likes to be the top/dominant in the room. One of his favorite things is competing for dominance with his partner, however.

— Rough sex. Sex that leaves his valve aching and his frame covered in paint transfers, sex that has him panting for breath several minutes after he’s finished, sex that has him overloading multiple times in a row.

— Speaking of overloads: Pharma likes to reach orgasm at least twice. He’s very energetic in the bedroom, and he’s always got lots of extra charge to burn off. The first orgasm is definitely the best, but sometimes it takes a few extras to get rid of the extra energy. He usually likes to give his partner a bit of service in between, and enjoys drawing out their orgasms until the very end, so they can climax with a great bit of built-up pressure.

[bluelolblue]

I'm making omegaverse even gayer again: Michael Corleone x Santino D'Antonio, Omega x Omega

Thoughts? Can they survive in a world that expects omegas to seek out alphas? How much of a horny mess are they when they're both in heat at once? Etc.

YESSSS OMEGAVERSE thank you so much this is a delicious ask >:]

Two little omegas, who is hornier 😭

Oh, I think it would be difficult for them to survive in that type of a world, especially if they don't want and an alpha, they're fine with each other even if they're both omegas.

And considering their status, that they're someone important... and families play big roles in their lives, especially for Michael as far as I know. I guess Micheal's family would want him to get an alpha to continue the blood line (ahah 😈) and to have more power that way (cuz like alphas are seen as strong and superior).

I think Michael would struggle a lot, his family would put so much pressure on him for that, that he is dating another omega (if they knew about that, I think they would since they seem to find out anything).

Meanwhile, Santino's family just doesn't accept him for being an omega, so he has that problem lmaoo. And if they knew about Michael, that he is also an omega... no good news for both of them.

So, Santino is embarrassed for being an omega only because his family made him feel like that, and Michael is struggling to keep his family functioning. Both have so much pressure on their backs. But they do help each other, but I think they both also suck at opening up. Like how do they talk about their feelings? It's a bit difficult for them, but they're managing, taking it easy I believe.

Alright to the horny part, it gets very freaky >:]

I think Santino is the hornier one, at least by little. Like him in heat... he is a MESS. Needy, but very bitchy and bossy. He won't let Michael have it easy, just take him like that, no, no. Michael would have to work for it, to earn it. Which would drive him insane, seeing how Santino is teasing him and just driving him insane on purpose. Like, damn... Santino won't go easy on him. Yk what, all that could trigger Michael's heat, too ahah.

Speaking of Michael's heat. He is very similar in behavior to Santino. But I think just a bit more needier. Santino has a bit more trouble controlling himself, with Michael's hot fucking teasing, he NEEDS HIM. So Michael kinda has to punish him for his misbehavior ;)

Okay both in heat at the same time. That's. Just. So. Wild. They're messy, they're wet, leaking (eheh), sweating, they need to hold each other, need to scent each other. They switch a lot. And they're going until they're both satisfied and... full. Okay, this is something I've been thinking for a while. If they really crave a knot (I believe sometimes it comes naturally to them, that craving), they can afford themselves fake knots. It's like a sex toy of some kind. But with a knot their heat would calm down sooner. So, I think they would sometimes use it (I think it's like the ring sexy toy that goes around the pp where the knot is supposed to be, idk how else to explain I hope I mak sense 😭). But yeah, even without that, they fuck a lot. They're not leaving their bedroom, and don't walk near it. No, just leave the house, they're loud. I think they would try to be quiet but they give up eventually. Of course taking care of each other in a more gentle way afterwards.

They don't care that they're both omegas. They don't need an alpha, they have each other and they can still please each other. But yeah, I think they have a bit hard time dealing with that because of family and everything. They can go through it I believe in them AHAH!

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Name: March

Age: Mid 30's

Pronouns: He/him

Sexy bits: Dick

Species: Human

Looks: Gruff, tall, stocky, wears whatever he can be bothered to throw on that morning, big stompy boots, messy long hair he keeps in a ponytail, nice leather eye patch (He just prefers it over a glass replacement), multiple scars littered across his body (One to note would be the short scar off the left corner of his left eye. Or what would be his left eye if it was still in his skull)

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Job: Fisherman

Hobbies: March doesn't feel at ease most of the time so he usually keeps his mind busy by working. But, if he can manage to tire himself out enough he likes to read. It's a bit awkward now that he only has one eye but he won't let that get between him and his gooey romance novels

Kinks: Subbing (most of my characters are switches and verses just because I find it more freeing but March might fully be a sub), making love rather than fucking, praise, being cared for, bath sex

No-nos: Doming, being a toy or plaything, any kind of monster role play

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Friends/family: Was raised by his mom, there were always men coming in and out of the house so his mom doesn't even know who his dad might be

Had an old fishing buddy before the incident

Other ocs:

Linda scouted him when she was visiting the Big City for business. He was barely making end's meat there so when she offered him more than what he made a year every month for taking care of a "little" problem in her lake, how could he say no? Big fella's not so bad anyhow

April comes around every now and again. They don't talk but some times they'll bring over a new book for him and some snacks. They almost haunt him? Not in a bad way, but in the way where they just kinda show up and hang around before eventually dipping back out. He likes them

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Background: One of his mom's boyfriends took him out fishing when he was about 7 to try and bond with him a bit. He didn't end up sticking around but he left him his old rod and some bait as a goodbye gift. It became a habit for him, any time things got weird or heated at home he'd sneak out to the coast near by and cast a line

As he got older he started to keep what he caught, either to sell or to eat. When he was 19 he offered up a job by some eccentric rich guy. They wanted him and a crew they'd put together to go out to sea and hunt a true, genuine sea monster! Or, that's how they put it anyhow. March never actually believed in the thing but the ship he'd be on was nice and sturdy, big too. They said they'd pay even if they couldn't catch it, and it would get him away from his mom for a few months at least. What was the harm?

There were quite a few people who took the job, but there was only one who mattered. His name was Aaron, and what a sight he was. Broad shoulders, a sweet laugh, and enough optimism for the both of them. The two would often stay up late together, playfully arguing about what shapes they saw in the stars while talking about what they were gonna do after they got back on solid ground. After a few months, their stories wove together, the two of them talking about getting a house together, staying friends, possibly becoming more

They never had the chance to. March never believed in the monster they were hunting until he saw it with his own eyes. He still couldn't as it took one of them. He couldn't believe any of this was real as it stabbed his only love through the chest with some barbed appendage he couldn't recall without feeling ill. Only four of the fifteen men that were hired made it back to port, all in horrible shape, no dead monster to even prove what happened to them

The guy who hired them actually paid them more than they originally offered to cover their medical bills, the extra wasn't enough to cover all of them but it was a kind gesture

After that March swore off fishing entirely, throwing his old poll into the back of his closet to be forgotten. Until she showed up. Linda had heard of his little monster expedition, she actually believed everything he told her which was refreshing after all the jeers and fake sympathy he'd received after coming home. She offered him a deal he really couldn't pass up, more money then he'd ever seen in his life and a way out of the Big City

When she said he'd be "taking care of" her little lake problem he hadn't expected for her to mean "baby sit a fucking kraken" but, the money was good, the town was good, and the big guy turned out to be pretty nice honestly. At least he didn't have to go into The Woods or Mines

How you met: One of the few times he's away from The Lake and his little house is when he needs smaller bait. The Lake fucking provides but it feels like a shame to dress a good fish just to catch something small, so he goes to Lav to get some earth worms from time to time

It's during one of these infrequent sales that he meets you. He swore off of loving anyone after the incident at sea, but the heart wants what it want. And holy shit did it want you. You were perfect, he just knew it, after first sight he was yours. And when you looked at him, those beautiful eyes locking with his, he realized

He was elbow deep in a bucket full of worms

First impressions are over rated anyways! He makes sure to get your address from Lav once you get back to your day and starts to write you love letters. Un-addressed, of course. He'll let you start to like him a bit more before telling you he's the fucking worm guy. Uuuuugh

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk

Santa Baby

Series Masterlist

A/N: You may thank @callsign-denmark for this piece, her and her dirty mind *she says lovingly* are the idea behind this 😘

Warnings: Santa, swearing, role playing, smut - oral and unprotected sex, cream pies (obvi😉) and a Santa kink. Also, not really edited so ignore the grammar

Word Count: 3800

As a kid you loved the holidays. Being half Jewish half-Christian, it was important for your parents to combine both Jewish and Christian traditions, your mom and dad’s lives into one. No tradition or belief overpowering the other. A perfect balance,

Then they passed away.  

The holidays would be hard on anybody under those circumstances but add in your grandparents didn’t value your moms’ Christian beliefs and effectively banned Christmas from your house, it always felt like something was missing. A part of you was missing. 

It wasn’t until you were in college and on your own did you have the opportunity to choose how to spend the holidays. You embraced everything you had been suppressing, you went Christmas. Big tree in the living room, lights in the window, Santa sculptures, snowmen and nutcracker in your bedroom and on every surface. You leaned into Christmas and in the process stepped out of Hanukah and your Jewish heritage. That again felt wrong.  

It took some time, but eventually you realized it felt wrong because it is wrong. Your parents blended the two, not just red and green but also blue. A Christmas tree in the corner but a menorah in the window. The stars of David were intermixed with the other décor, a few even hanging from the branches of the tree. Your parents found a way to embrace both of them and you should be doing the same. For years you found a way to blend the two and celebrate every part of you. 

Then came Fred. Christmas is his favourite holiday. Every year there was a tree he’d put up in the window, decorations on the counter and mantle, even an ugly sweater or two tucked in the closet.   

That first year when Oliver was barely a month old and all of your belongings were packed away in Toronto, you worried the apartment would feel like something was missing again. You had barely unpacked when you dragged Fred to a tree farm, you made cookies, you rummaged through his boxes and set the pillows by the door and reindeer on the side tables. You were the one leading the charge, and if you hadn’t told Fred you were part Jewish he likely would have had no idea. 

That’s why you were surprised to walk out of the bedroom one night and see a Menorah.  

You didn’t realize it then, but Fred’s love language is acts of kindness, and that small act should have been the first indicator to just how much he loved you.  

Four kids later and you have more than just a Menorah. Like your parents before, you and Fred found that perfect blend that works for your family. Some days are just about Christmas and others center around Hanukah. Today is Christmas. 

It's been two hours in line at the mall for a picture with Santa. Two hours in a slow-moving line with dozens screaming kids, some laughter and absolute chaos.

You’ve been tired, excessively tired for days now. A flu erupted in Oliver’s class, which he brought home and has slowly trickled through your family, one person at a time, most recently landing on you. That’s why with his one day off, Fred turned the baby monitors off early and wrangled the cranky boys and a barely recovered Elise from bed and let you sleep. When you woke up at almost nine there were countless dirty dishes in the sink, toys blanketing the floor and four wild children enthusiastically ambushing you the second you walked into the room.

Fred is always willing to do anything and everything for you, even if that means getting to the mall three hours later than intended solely to let you sleep. As much as you appreciate the sleep, the delay has led to a longer wait than either of you accounted for and children who are increasingly becoming more impatient.

Oliver has asked ‘how much longer’ seven times in the last twenty minutes. You were hot and clammy and took your coat off, then became cold and tired and tried to lean on Fred only for Elise to whine because you were too close to “her daddy,” – basically her newest thing to prevent Fred from showing attention to anyone but her. The twins both had meltdowns – separately of course – and after Noah’s most recent episode full of tears, screams and whining Fred and the three youngest left you in line to wander around the mall. Hopeful a change of scenery would help calm them down.

“Hey,” Fred pops up beside you, holding Elise and Noah on his hips, Lucas with his little hand tangled into a belt loop.

“Mommy,” Noah sniffles.

His usual smile and big cheeks replaced with a redness in the eyes and dried tears in the corner. Fred places a gentle kiss on his temple and passes him over to you, Noah’s head falling directly to your shoulder. 

“Hi baby,” you soothe, letting one hand rub over his back. “You want a snack?” Feeling a faint nod and an incoherent mumble you reach into the bag you packed with snacks and pull out a strawberry fruit squeeze and snap off the cap and hand one to every child.

Fred smirks slightly. He long ago knew you were prepared for just about everything, but it never ceases to amaze him how you know what to do and when to do it.

“How are you doing babe?” He gently sweeps some of your hair off to the side with a simple smile on his lips. 

“I’m okay,” you sigh as his thumb soothes over your jaw  It always surprises you how at ease Fred can make you feel. On days like today when nothing seems to be going right and you can’t find a second to yourself, the simplest action by Fred can instantly flip a switch within you. “Ready to be home, with some tea and a warm blanket.” 

“You love your blankets,” Fred smirks. The light catches his brown eye, and it swells as he leans in for a soft kiss but is interrupted by a whine coming from your impatient daughter. 

“It’s almost your turn Elise,” Fred turns to her, using a peppy voice. “Two more kid than you guys get to see Santa.” 

“Santa,” she perks slightly, and glances over to the man in red.

“Santa,” Noah points to him with his fist tightly clenching his fruit squeeze.

“Yeah,” you bounce him, eliciting a small grin. “You’re soon.” 

“Santa.” He repeats, the glimmer of hope returning to his eyes.

The next few minutes flew by. Once the kids found out they were next in line, their frustration over the situation was diminished and excitement returned. Smiles returned to their faces, every fifth word was Santa, and Lucas practically launched himself out of Fred’s arms to get there sooner.

“And have you been a good boy, Noah?” Santa asks.  

“Yes!” All four kids’ voices overlap.

Oliver stands off to the side, leaning tight to him while Elise and the twins are all crammed in on his lap, fighting for space. Your youngest still completely captivated by him, has two fingers entangled with his beard. A real beard not one of those fake ones held on by an elastic band.

“We’ve all been good!” Lucas tells him.

“Yes,” the man in red lets out a loud laugh. “I do believe so. Now what would you like for Christmas?” 

Standing off to the side, Fred wraps an arm around your shoulder and his lips linger near your ear. Finally getting the opportunity to show some affection to you as Elise is distracted.

“That smile makes it all worth it.” 

“Yeah,” you shudder at his touch. You feel a tingle deep down inside. The electricity erupting in your core is nothing new, but it being caused by something other than your husband is.

“Sure you’re okay?” Fred cranes his head to look at you, a quizzical arch on his eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” you involuntarily clench, a heavy lump caught in your throat. 

“Mommy!” Elise comes sprinting over to you. “Mommy I got a candy cane.” 

“A candy cane?”

Her coming to you is a rare occurrence when Fred is around, and you eagerly peel yourself from his embrace and welcome the enthusiastic ball of energy to your arms.

“Mhm, can I have it now?” 

“Of course.”

Putting Elise on your hip, you tug on the plastic wrapper and open the treat for her. As the three boys take off like a rocket towards you. The twins have a light in their eye and their lower lip pulled between their teeth, the indication two tiny tornados are about to hurl themselves in your direction. Fred bends down and within a second two tiny bodies are throwing their arms around his neck and bodies against his chest.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Like always, their two voices overlap.

“Yes,” he chuckles and stands up, adjusting them to be properly on his hip.

“We saw Santa!” Noah exclaims.

“Yeah? What did you tell him you want?”

“I want a dinosaur.”

“I want a dinosaur too!” Lucas adds in.

Fred turns to you with a large smile on his face. The answer was known before he even asked.

Your spare hand links into Olivers and the six of you make your way through the mall towards the food court. The kids are in a good mood, there is no way you’re risking that by waiting for lunch.

Fred can tell there is something on your mind. As you split the fries between your children and pull the pickle off Noah’s cheeseburger and put it on Lucas’s you might as well have screamed it aloud. Lucas hates pickles and Noah loves them. And when Oliver tells you about his class holiday party and the treat he signed up to bring, you barely even acknowledge him.

**

“You sure you’re okay?” 

Back in your car with all the kids busying themselves, overlapping chatter about Santa, Christmas, Fred’s hockey game tomorrow you promised to take them to, you and Fred finally have a moment to talk. That is until one of them looks at another the wrong way and a full-out war erupts in the backseat.

“I know the holidays can be tough on you,” his hand slips perfectly into yours and he reassuringly squeezes. “All the people you wish could be here.” 

“Wasn’t even thinking of them,” you quietly admit. 

“Oh, well I feel like a jackass now,” he laughs to himself. “I just assumed; you’ve been in your head a bit today.” 

“Hmm,” you shrug, eyes trained ahead. 

“Min skat,” Fred squeezes your hand firmer, drawing your attention. “Talk to me.” 

There is a moment when your eyes flick across his face, contemplation and weighing of the consequences burning bright inside. Fred has long been the person you turn to, the person that makes everything better, it shouldn’t be this hard. 

“Please elskede. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

The desperation in his words breaks your walls. He is genuinely worried over something that needn’t bring it, but the words are not easy. 

“It’s nothing bad or worrisome, I promise,” a slight smirk hits your lips.  Leaning over you press the volume button up a few times until much of the backseat chatter is drowned by Christmas music.

“Then why can’t you tell me?” His eyes dart over the console to you as the vehicle stops at a red light. 

“It was just…have you ever…I was thinking…”

“Elskede, you can tell me anything.” 

Fred quiets your ramble only to draw an outburst. “Would you ever dress like Santa?” 

The peculiar look only contorts further as he tries to understand your question. “Like on Christmas Eve or something for the kids?”

“No, I mean I guess you could then too,” you trail off and eyes drop to the floor as the rising heat under your skin becomes too much. 

“I don’t understand,” he gently massages the pad of his thumb into back of your hand. “If I’m not wearing it for the kids, who am I…” Fred is the one to trail off when you cutely smirk, letting him connect the dots on his own. “Oh.” 

Not the response you were hoping for. 

You and Fred have a fairly active sex life and are constantly communicating, what works and what doesn’t, it’s part of what makes it so great. There isn’t a lot you haven’t tried, mostly positions that look like are designed for yoga instructors, threesomes, that was something you long ago agreed was off the table and role-playing. Which is shocking because you have no problem dressing in sexy lingerie and he has no issue with the dirty talk. But if role-playing is a no for Fred, you would accept his boundary and not push it.  

“Your dad didn’t dress like Santa?”  

“My dad’s Jewish,” you chuckle. “He celebrated Christmas with my mom and I but dressing as Santa was a little too much for him.”  

“Right,” Fred nods, still processing your admission.  

“You don’t have to do it,” you laugh again.  

“Santa though? He’s old and fat.”  

“He is kind and selfless, giving toys to all the boys and girls,” you counter. 

“He has an army of slaves, probably whips them up at the north pole to get the toys done in time.” 

“If you want I’ll dress like an elf and you can whip me,” you wink.  

“I-“ Fred goes to speak but stops and his golden-brown eyes begin to flicker, almost as if he is considering the offer. It doesn’t shock you, you being bratty always turned him on. “Santa though?” he repeats. “He’s old and has grey hair.”  

“Maybe I want a glimpse of what you’ll look like as old and grey,” you lean over and place a kiss to his cheek. “Prepare myself for the future.”  

** 

In the days that passed, neither of you brought it up. Most days you’re trying to wrangle your children that never seemed to have an off switch, trying to give Elise a bath while the twins wrestle in the living room and Oliver complains because his brothers are encroaching his space.

Fred was in and out of the house with road games and team events, but he did what he could to help. Whether ordering you dinner or sending flowers when he couldn’t be there, soft kisses in your hairline and lingering touches to the small of your back. He always was your rock even when you didn’t know you needed him to be.

You assumed Fred was either considering the idea or wasn’t on board, either way you weren’t going to bring it up and pressure him further. He’d talk when ready. That’s why late one night when the kids are finally asleep and the living room was an absolute disaster you were a bit surprised to find Fred in a bright red suit, bells and all.

“Santa,” you muse, rounding the corner. “Christmas isn’t for five days.” 

“I had to make an early visit,” Fred strokes his beard, struggling to keep a firm face. 

The red velvet pops against his fair skin, and while clothes are normally tight on him, muscles and curves being carved out like stone, in many places he is smaller than the man who typically wears it – the stomach especially being loose. And while you are impartial to the tight attire, something about the bright red colour and floppy hat does something to you. 

“Oh,” you play coy. Slowly meandering your way around the island, the palm of your hand drags across the counter. “And why’s that?” 

“Why you’re on the naughty list,” he replicates a deep voice, similar to that of a Christmas Santa. 

“Can’t have that,” you stop a few inches from him and peer up at him through beady lashes, a dampness pooling in your core. 

“Well not if you want presents.”  He tries to keep his composure but you can hear the shake that follows a deep breath.

“I think you have a very special present for me.” You grin when his cheeks flare up brighter than his suit. “A very large present.” 

“Only good girls get presents,” Fred bites at his lower lip. 

“So, tell me Santa, what can I do to get off the naughty list?” You bat your eyelashes sweetly, massaging his growing cock over the red velvet pants.  

Fred’s lips are hot on your neck, the white Santa beard dropping between the cut of your shirt – tickling both of your breasts. His body cages you, slowly walking you backward until the stone of the counter juts into your back. Even as you loudly gasp your hand doesn’t waver, stroking and massaging him further until you feel his fully hardened member pressing back at you. 

“Turn around,” Fred growls. 

Doing as your told you spin around and within a second you feel the white fluff at the end of his sleeves roughly rubbing along your hips as he presses your leggings down until they bunch below your knees. White knuckling the counter to prepare yourself for his entrance, you are surprised when his damp lips kiss your heat. As shock quickly erupts into pleasure, you squeal as he forcefully grips your thighs and spreads you apart, your glistening pussy on display for him. 

After a few kitten licks, just enough to let you know what’s coming, his nails anchor into your warm skin. He pins your writhing body in place and slips his tongue in deep, letting his nose nudge between your cheeks. He always felt good, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it, but this angle coupled the pressure is all very new, but quickly has you rendered incapacitated. 

If it wasn’t for Fred’s hands holding you up you’d surely fall over. His virtuoso tongue has you bent roughly over the counter, moaning louder and louder as his nose furthers itself in, nudging the rim of your hole. Every part of you is hot, brimming with need. 

It doesn’t take long. His lips sucking at your pussy lips, stroking you closer and closer until it’s inevitable. Your husbands tongue moves perfectly against your engorged pussy, throwing you over a cliff and into heaven.

There is a low groan from below as your warm release coats his tongue, fingers anchoring in, inevitably leaving marks. Your body spasms and clenches above him, his face wearing you like a hat. 

Before you have taken a breath, Fred is on his feet, whipping you around. The white that would normally coat his auburn beard is lost in the stringy Santa beard dangling from his chin, but the dark, blackened ring around his eyes is undeniable. 

“Mrs. Claus is one very lucky lady,” you breathe out as he adjusts the beard to the correct position. 

“Mrs. Claus is on the nice list.” 

He begins tugging at the jacket buttons, slowly revealing his hard bare chest underneath. When the final button is released he begins to shake the oversized jacket off when you quickly grab the white faux fur that lines it. 

“Jacket stays on,” you tell him. 

“Don’t think naughty girls are in a place for demands,” he states bluntly but leaves the jacket on. 

His tone shuts you up, but not for long, two of his fingers dip down and enter you. His other hand grabs at yours and directs them to his leather belt, and you fumble to release it. But the second you do and the fabric drops below his swollen cock you are on the counter. 

You hold your breath as he enters you. Even though he has never been able to keep his dick out of you, you never grew accustomed to the stretch that came with him. Most nights Fred gives you a second to adjust, tonight is not one of those nights. 

The second he is buried to the hilt your legs wrap around his hips, the soft velvet a welcome contrast to rough calloused hands pulling you back onto his girth. Fred is hungry, hitting the spot that drives you wild, and hitting it hard. 

“Such a naughty girl,” his previously cheerful Santa voice replaced with heavy gravel. 

Under the loose fabric of your tee, your breasts bounce with every thrust. Your hand reaches out and grabs at the white wig, dragging him closer until there is nothing left between your bodies. You separate for a second and release a breathy gasp when one of his hands snakes between you, finding your clit and pressing rhythmic circle.

As amazing as that is you need him, his lips. You quickly tug against his wig and he takes the hint, bringing you in for a searing kiss, kissing so hard you can’t breathe. 

With his cock sliding in and out, you writhe against him, gasping and moaning with every thrust. You can feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your stomach tightening with every stroke of your g-spot. 

“Santa,” you mewl desperately. 

“Hmm,” he doesn’t let up.

“Santa…I’m…I’m…” words are dying on your lips and stars are flooding your vision until it’s mostly black. 

“You gonna cum?” He patronizingly grunts, shunting you further onto the counter with a powerful thrust. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” 

“Yeee…eess,” you squeal, the sensation only growing. 

It only takes a few more thrusts of his perfectly placed cock against your g-spot for you to come undone. Something splinters. The pent-up coil in your stomach springs apart along with your grip on reality. Hot release drips around his cock that continues to drive inside you. 

“Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?” He hums when you manage a faint nod. “Such a good girl,” Fred’s harmonious tongue is hot on your neck, millimeters from your earlobe. He is becoming sporadic, stuttering and grunting while he struggles to keep it together. “Good girls take it all, every fucking drop.” 

“I want your cum Santa.” He breaks character for a second and you feel his lips curl upward against you. 

With a deep howl, he quickly responds and spills hot and wet inside your cunt. Following a few shallow thrusts Fred stops and pulls away. The hat on his head is barely there, a few more thrusts and it would have fallen off. The beard is no longer in place, dangling loosely around his neck and a mixture of sticky white contrasting the red pants. 

“So,” you lean back on your palms, bliss painted on your face. “Am I on the nice list yet?” 

Fred chuckles, a large smile pressed on his face. “It was certainly a start, but you still have some work to do.” 

“Well,” you reach up and tug on his hat, putting it back in place. “Why don’t you come upstairs, and we’ll see if I can change that.” 

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Hey, can I ask for headcannons for Kakashi

E - Extra info

Q - Quiet please

S - Sleepy sex

T - Top or bottom

Z - Zones

pls ignore if I did this incorrectly 😅 Have a great day

hi, anon! you couldn't have done it better, and thank you for including the meaning of each letter so i am 100% sure you're talking about the dirty a-z headcanons. also thank you for requesting kakashi 💕

KAKASHI

⚠️ c.w.: +18

e - extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

it would be easier to ask what he isn't into, really. the man has so many fetishes it's crazy. it's probably because he spent most of his life holding back, isolating himself and reading smut, so now he has you he can't hold back anymore. swears he wants to try everything at least once (but doesn't mean it, because there's a very specific list of things he would never do such as share you with somebody else and/or hurt you, among other things). that being said, he has a thing for roleplay definitely.

another thing he loves is toys. loves trying new ones. his favorites are the ones he gets to control so when you go out together, on date nights or with friends, he just gets off knowing that he can make you come right there, while everyone around is oblivious to what's happening (or so he thinks). and because he loves watching you trying to control your moans and facial expressions, until you can't take it anymore and you beg him with your eyes, eventually excusing yourself to "reapply your lipstick" - then he meets you in the bathroom to help you, because it takes two to reapply a lipstick that was already perfect to begin with. so subtle. but he can't help it, i swear, you are his weakness.

also a huuuuge fan of cockwarming. like huge. he could just stay buried inside you forever if you didn't feel so f*ing good. you, his weakness.

taking the chance to also put non-dirty hcs, he loves doing every single thing with you. he's been alone for so loooong - it was actually sad when you first started dating because he didn't know how to have another person around and he would often forget he didn't have to be alone or do everything alone, but now that he learned you're there he just won't leave you alone anymore. he'll do absolutely everything with you now, he just loves being around you.

q - quiet, please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

kakashi is not loud at all - besides grunts and groans, cusses and some dirty words here and there he's pretty quiet. only because he likes to hear you more than anything, your moanings are his favorite sounds. he's pretty much addicted, if you ask me. it's almost as if he got off more on the sounds you make than anything else. so he does his best to not make any noises so you're the only thing that can be heard - he fails miserably sometimes tho.

but something he does a lot is praise you, specially during aftercare.

s - sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

oh, please, he lives for it.

yes, you fuck to sleep at night, wrapped in each other's arms and heartbeats, and he loves that, but waking up before you just to eat you out and having you wake up all confused and screaming, at the edge of an orgasm is his favorite. the look in your eyes - perfect. the sounds you make while trying to say something but being completely overwhelmed by the sensation consuming you to be able to form any word - perfect. also a big fan of how much it takes you to be able to think straight afterwards, while he just holds your body into his and laughs.

totally not against you trying to get back at him and waking him up by giving him head - he usually wakes up with the mere sound of you moving in the bed, tho, but he still appreciates the effort. sometimes he'll even pretend he's asleep just to make you happy.

t - top or bottom (self explanatory…)

oh, you did try that - you just weren't successful. it was a delicious disaster, actually. on one minute he was agreeing with what you were saying, he even seemed interested, and on the other minute you were immobile beneath him while you two had one of the best sex you ever had. your dynamic is rarely about power, and kakashi can be really patient, he lets you play the part, he plays the part, but you're too adorable to resist when you think you have the power and he didn't know he was into that.

so, yeah, not a bottom.

z - zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

i already did this one here, but i'll also take the opportunity to say that the fastest way to get him in the mood (on the rare occasions he's not) is by kissing his neck and jawline while caressing his chest - it sets him up instantly, almost like magic. if you want him to be a little more out of control throw in some bites as well, i swear the man will just lose his mind. you're in for a hell of a treat - good luck, you'll need it. but lord helps you if you're kissing his neck while sitting in his lap.

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Top, switch or Bottom

We welcome Bo and Lester

Sinclair to the repertoire!

Top:

➤ Yautija:

The top of all the Slashers on this list. He can be called an Alpha too, dominant. He is the type of dominate that he is, he is a great caregiver after sex, pampering, purring, little blows of the head in the form of a kiss (this is how Yautija kisses). Did you feel good darling? he knows yes, purr of approval. He is going to submit you, he will leave you love bite on your neck, chest and legs specifically thighs. It will be hard but you know it will be worth it, it has a good stamina, very good in fact, apparently you will not sleep if it is in heat.

Michael Myers:

Michael is the definition of a top, 100% Dominant 0% Submissive, He's badass and wild like no one else, he's not good at after-sex care, but he must give you a pat on the head every now and then. You might be interested in BDSM, knife games, and blood kink is in the package. He bites and not in a cute way but very hard to the point of drawing blood. She likes erotic suffocation, not to the point of blacking out just for you to feel her power. It will hit your butt very hard and it will leave marks of your handprints, your butt will turn a nice red color.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is dominant, Bo, he's the type of dominant who likes to be called daddy and to call you baby girl, he's not nice, he will tie you up, of course he will say dirty things to your ear while he fucks you. He will take you to his sex dungeon, very interested in BDSM. Another type of Slasher who isn't very good at aftercare, you can try, maybe if he's in the mood. Fanatic of sex toys, to use them on you, not on him. He will torture you with pleasure until you tell him to stop. Very mocking, he will make fun of you until you beg him to come, he is a bastard. Many marks on your skin, beautiful colored spots that will be from pacifiers, his strong hands making bruises on your hips.

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is also a dominant, but he is different from the others, he is more flexible and very careful with you, he likes to take care of you and make you feel good. He will allow you to ride him like a champion. He is a definition of a soft Dom, however sometimes he will be a true top, he is brutal if he is in the mood, head down, ass up, that's the position to receive him. Maybe he will leave the occasional kiss mark on your neck, will there be marks from his hands on your hips, bites perhaps? even though he won't draw your blood, they will be sexy.

Switch:

Jason Vorhees:

Oh great Jason, he's a good changer, though that will depend on his mood and yours. He knows he's great and will use that to his advantage. Super sweet, a good caregiver after sex, you are his top priority. Due to the strength of him he will be delicate with you, soft touches, kisses, many tender kisses.

Brahms Hillshire:

More than a brat, he can be dominant but he is someone who likes to be done everything for him. It all depends on how he woke up, sometimes he will be a big bad boy and other times a drama queen. Although he's pretty good at after-sex care, he wants you to pamper him. Mommy kinks, maybe? Many teasing, he will make you beg him for your pleasure, but he will eventually end up getting tired and the roles will be intervened, there is where the submissive Brahms begins. He will beg you to give him pleasure, he will cry like the brat that he is.

Vincent Sinclair,

Vincent, natural switch, do you want me to be submissive or dominant? you choose, he obeys you. You will receive a great treatment after sex, very careful, he will treat you with a doll made of porcelain. The wax game is more than welcome in bed, a little interested in bondage, do you like to be tied up or would you like to tie it up? interesting, a lot. Vince knows that he is strong and he will use it to his advantage, oops, were you about to dominate him? now he will be the dominate.

Lester Sinclair,

50/50, Lester prefers to play and experiment, he will adore you like no one else, somewhat interested in slavery, a little. Everything with him is a surprise. Aftercare is an included package, do you like sex in the car? This gentle raccoon adores it.

Bottom:

Bubba Sawyer,

Bubba, he's very submissive, he needs to be ordered around and that's where you come in and you have the equation. Very good at aftercare, sweet as anyone, he may be interested in being somewhat overbearing.

[vvienne]

RANWAN FIC RECS

Absolute Zero by jitterati

Pathologically solitary academic Chu Wanning left behind a life of research to enlist with the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps Jaeger team when giant monsters began to emerge from the Pacific ocean, eager to leave his personal entanglements behind him and join humanity's collective battle against the threat of extinction.

His goal is to build an artificial intelligence that will allow a pilot to operate a Jaeger mech solo - eliminating the need for pilot compatibility and the mortifying ordeal of being totally known by another person, a "neurological handshake" known colloquially as the drift.

He didn't expect his former students to follow him all the way to front line of the war against the kaiju.

Featuring lots of side character interaction, pining, yearning, questions on the nature of personhood, friendship between jerks, people coping badly with loss, snarky AI, and giant robots. Illustrations by Saika & Daru

Husky and his White Kitten Disciple by JustAMoon123

Within a lonely heart, the seeds of hatred start to grow.

-A 2ha Age and Role-Reversal AU.-

NOTE: This Story is Now E Rated!

[Before meeting Chu Wanning, Mo Ran had drawn his power exclusively from the Wood side of his dual Spiritual Root, and his Qi had always glowed green.

Now, only when in battle did it do so, with Bugui’s blade encased in a tyrannical green light.

Outside of battle, like when he set barriers of warmth; or made Crystal Butterflies to tease golden flowers; or cast a small array to keep a box of food warm, his Qi manifested with a gentle red glow.

Mo Ran’s Wood was destructive, while his Fire was protective.

Ah, Mo Weiyu, Mo Weiyu. Even your power betrays you.]

Burn, Pine, and Perish by moonqueenmaia

It’s been two days since Taxian-Jun’s last visit, and Mo Ran hasn’t touched Chu Wanning at all, beyond gentle and fleeting caresses. Chu Wanning decides to take matters into his own hands by surprising Mo Ran when he comes back to their home after a trip down the mountain.

it's no coincidence (it's a kitty-incidence) by lanzhan (gothguk)

There’s a white cat lounging in the middle of Mo Ran's bed.

to touch you with bare hands (even if it burns) by moonqueenmaia

Chu Wanning is a renowned professor of mechanical engineering at Sisheng Peak University. Beautiful, lonely, and talented beyond belief, he has spent his 32 years mostly by himself, silently and secretly yearning for affection and companionship. Yet Chu Wanning has resolved to himself that he will spend the rest of his life alone, no matter his hidden fantasies.

Enter Taxian-jun, an unruly, arrogant, and struggling student, fiery and domineering, who comes in and shatters the calm of Chu Wanning's life. They enter into an agreement, both burying their feelings underneath a storm of lust and lies. Yet amidst it all, something deeper may be helplessly and slowly blooming.

It is up to them to cultivate it, or destroy it for good.

cursed by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning and his disciples are sent to investigate an abandoned village, and Chu Wanning is hit with a curse.

Mo Ran was determined to treat his shizun respectfully in this life, but what choice does he have?

liar liar cock on fire by lofikv

I (32M) walked in on my roommate (23M) masturbating in our living room. Ever since then I couldn't erase the image of his penis in my mind but I found a sex toy online that is almost as big as him, so I bought it and tried it on myself so that I can imagine how he would feel inside me. I have also been romantically attracted to him ever since we started living together. How can I cope with this?

UPDATE: He caught me in the middle of an emergency.

(Absolute) Unit 311 by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning doesn't have a soulmark.

Neither does Mo Ran.

ducks entering highway by Sectionladvivi

Mo Ran finds out his well-respected, MILF-coded, tears-of-angels-tight-ass robotics professor moonlights as an erotic novelist. He immediately leverages this knowledge for an opportunity to play tonsil hockey.

to yearn by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning starts to cough up flowers. Taxian-Jun is angry. Chu Wanning is not allowed to die pining for someone else.

When it starts happening again in his second life, Mo Ran knows enough to worry.

from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom by Wildehack (tyleet)

Taxian Jun is the victim of a flower curse.

sticky fingers by fakeplasticlily

The man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at Mo Ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. And the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe. “Please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam.” Mo Ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items. It’s him. Not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. Who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance Mo Ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery. 

Hard to Love The Lonely Night by bloodsongs

Chu Wanning glares up at him, adjusting his women’s robes. “Still, why couldn’t you have been the wife instead?”

Coughing politely, Mo Ran looks to the side, avoiding his gaze. “Shizun’s skills with the illusion barrier far surpass this humble disciple’s, and, well…”

He doesn’t need to complete his sentence—it’s infuriating, but Mo Ran is now taller than him, broader than him, larger than him. Very much so. The young sapling he raised in Sisheng Peak is now a full-fledged tree, a man built like the mountains Chu Wanning has seen in his travels.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran pretend to be a married couple visiting a small mountain town to investigate some suspicious disappearances. Mini Canon AU casefic. Contains spoilers up to Chapter 130 or so of the novel.

Purple Ink by jeejaschocolate

Chu Wanning is a robotics engineer who lives a life of isolation and loneliness, only partially due to his chronic illness. Eventually he gets so sick that he requires the help of a full-time medical assistant.

Of course, these days, all those jobs are given to CyberLife androids.

Chu Wanning resents the android they give him. From his fiery eyes to his long black hair, to his incomparable tenderness and consideration for Wanning’s feelings.

He resents him. All the way until he falls in love with him.

Fallen Flowers in Swallows' Nests by bloodsongs

You deserve better—I refuse to disrespect you ever again. I want to be better. I must be better.

But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where Taxian-Jun ends and Mo-Zongshi begins.

I only know now that I cannot lie to myself: I want you so fiercely that I burn with it, I am consumed with the desire to make you mine and mine alone. To become one with you, feeling your fire twine with mine.

Or, Chu Wanning finds letters from Mo-Zongshi that were never shared with him.

These hitherto undiscovered letters cover a range of emotions that weren't present in the book he gifted his Shizun: contrition, yearning, and desire.

Counterpoint by senchafloat

Five years ago, Mo Ran was just a boy who loved playing piano—there were many things he didn't know. He didn't know how capricious and unforgiving the world of classical music could be. He didn't know just how lucky he was to have Chu Wanning as his teacher.

Five years later, Chu Wanning is now a renowned concert pianist, and Mo Ran is an upstart conducting student. When Chu Wanning shows up unannounced at his alma mater, Mo Ran has plenty of questions, along with a desire to prove his worth to his old teacher. But as it turns out, Chu Wanning isn't as invincible as he once seemed. As old secrets come up to the surface, the two of them are forced to reinvent the ways they'll make music together.

impatient to adore you by riverdanceeee

At some heartbreaking point in his life, Mo Ran accepted that Chu Wanning would never reciprocate his feelings, so he dealt with it as any other person would. He'd rid himself of his affection, respect their friendship, and learn to move on. But Mo Ran's affection runs too deep, and when any opportunity to spend time with Chu Wanning knocks on his door, he goes running to answer and accept. Even if it means he has to break up a potentially dangerous dog fighting ring.

To Bow Before A Willow Vine by bloodsongs

“I…” Mo Ran hadn’t thought that far. He shakes his head, lowering his head in deference, resting his forehead against Chu Wanning’s knuckles. "I'll do anything you want of me."

The silence stretches on for a beat too long.

"Anything?" Chu Wanning says eventually, tilting his head.

Written for 2Ha Week, Day 4: Reverse AU for the 0.5 timeline. When Chu Wanning storms Sisheng Peak and crowns himself the cultivation world's new emperor, Mo Ran trades his life for Xue Meng's. Contains spoilers for up to the end of the novel.

Call me by my name by rinsled05

When the man called Taxian-Jun arrives, years later, it’s the coming of a storm.

He sweeps into a dinner appointment between Chu Wanning and a client, clad in black, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Over the spark of irritation, Chu Wanning can’t help but admire his lean frame, the way his hair, cut rebelliously short, falls over smoldering, dark eyes. The way he towers over him, even when Chu Wanning rises to full height.

Chu Wanning’s heart races as Taxian-Jun leans in close, ignoring the shouts and gasps around them.

“Sakaki of Ran,” he purrs in their native tongue. “You’re mine.”

Chu Wanning lifts his chin. “I don’t know you.”

“You will,” Taxian-Jun says, and leaves.

In which Chu Wanning is a courtesan serving Chinese merchants in Nagasaki, Japan, and Taxian-Jun decides to make him his.

荷官牌型 ♠️ The Croupier's Hand by bloodsongs

In deep financial straits after losing his job as a teacher, a desperate Chu Wanning becomes a croupier at Sisheng's new casino.

The once sleepy town of Sisheng Peak grows busier by the day as the casino draws more and more tourists to their mountains. Consumed by his lingering regrets over the worst mistake of his life that destroyed his teaching career, Chu Wanning is too distracted to worry about anything else but his next shift, his next paycheck.

Except that's when Mo Ran, the reason Chu Wanning lost everything, returns to Sisheng Peak.

As the heir to the casino.

White Rabbit Club by minkit

Desperate to rid himself of a few pesky things called virginity and desire, Chu Wanning waltzes into a world he knows little about and right into the embrace of a mysterious stranger who reminds him of the student he's been dreaming about all year. The lust fueled dreams his student stars in are the very reason Chu Wanning applied to the sex club in the first place, and now he's desperate to get rid of these filthy impulses once and for all.

Congratulations, Chu Wanning, on your acceptance into the White Rabbit Club. We hope you enjoy your stay.

Risk and Restraint by purloinedinpetrograd

There is nobody Mo Ran works with who does not love him. He’s worked hard to cultivate this image while he climbs the corporate ladder at Sisheng, and it’s paid off in dividends. He’s in every WeChat group. He can call in favors with any division of any department. He can make even the tightest of deadlines relax their stranglehold on his team.

That is, there is nobody except, of course, Chu Wanning.

A Lingering Sweetness by theherocomplex

Chu Wanning is now all too aware of what he looks like: a dry stick of a man, never handsome, angular and cold and pale. A drab, short-tempered creature, as appealing as a splinter in one's foot. But Mo Ran looks at him as if he will never get his fill, and part of Chu Wanning thinks, What if —?

At the end of the line by PearlAquaBlue 

“So … I reckon someone thought you needed to loosen up a little bit. Now that you’re here, want to try it?”

Chu Wanning hangs up. Throws her phone on her pillow with a disgusted glare after it. Stands up and paces to the kitchen in long, angry strides. Her cheeks are burning. With trembling fingers, she grabs a glass and pours herself some water, gulping it down in one go. It doesn’t help much. She grips the kitchen counter tightly, then marches back into the bedroom to glare at the phone again. Her fingertips itch, and it’s as if some kind of magnetic force draws her closer and closer to her bed until her fingertips are but an inch away from that tempting black mirror. Before she knows it, she’s unlocked it unsteadily and pressed “repeat” on the last call.

“Welcome to Sisheng Peak – ”

“And what would that entail?” she asks, a little too breathless.

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by purloinedinpetrograd

Chu Wanning could only stare in horror as a large cloud of sickeningly yellow pollen rose from the field, blanketing the place where Mo Ran stood in a heavy fog. “Um,” he said lamely.

“Fuck,” Mo Ran cursed, and Chu Wanning didn’t even have the heart to chastise him for his coarse language, because he was too preoccupied wrestling the surge of fear at seeing his disciple disappear behind the haze of that indeterminately threatening dust.

A million terrible possibilities raced through his mind, each one more dramatic and gruesome than the last. His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to crack the bones. “Mo Ran,” he said slowly, “I think you should tell me what that does, now.”

Xue Zhengyong sends Chu Wanning and Mo Ran on a mission to find a specific ingredient for some concoction of his wife’s. Chu Wanning is torn between rejoicing at the chance to spend time alone with Mo Ran... and grieving over the very same thing.

But, well, it’s just flowers. What could go wrong, right? (Spoiler alert: it’s sex pollen.)

the day dawns in your hues by localshabba

2ha Week 2020 Day 1 prompt - Haitang

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Schoolteacher Mo Ran is having an ordinary day until he has an awkward encounter with the notoriously rigid school librarian, which leads to the start of something new.

Also features: flowers, dinosaurs and lots of tenderness and pining.

helping hands by verity

When Mo Ran was but a young, innocent, virtuous grad student—well, one of those things—she built that couch from a flatpack box with her own two hands. Over the years, the smell of polyester and cheap foam padding has given way to an equally aromatic blend of Chu Wanning's haitang blossom perfume, spilled coffee, and white lithium grease. Chu Wanning herself is always perfectly dressed without a stain in sight. Even right now, her head tucked onto one folded arm, the other loosely gripping her tablet, she looks so formal.

Mo Ran gently rests a hand on Chu Wanning's socked ankle where it peeks out of those tailored white trousers. She really should behave herself.

She really should... behave herself...

in plain sight by localshabba

Written for a prompt fill in the 2ha Kink Meme.

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"I have a surprise," Mo Ran breathed, coming to stand so close behind him that his breath landed on Chu Wanning's nape. Not touching Chu Wanning any other way, because he likes to make Chu Wanning lean back just a little bit, to seek out that contact himself.

"I think Chu-laoshi will enjoy it."

Chu Wanning is sure he agreed to the whole idea; he's just unclear on when. Things got hazy around the point when Mo Ran turned him around by the shoulders, got down on his knees and...well. Apparently he'd skipped breakfast that morning.

When he returned to his senses, his clothes were all neatly tucked into place, not a stain on them, and a charmingly pink sexual aid was nestled comfortably up his--ahem, inside him.

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casually acquainted by tagteamme

Chu Wanning knows what he is and what he isn’t. And where he lacks in pleasantries and outward appeal, he makes up for in untouchable grace and dignity.

It threatens to unravel once he meets a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.

“So quick to run away from me, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, voice gently teasing as Chu Wanning refuses to make eye contact with him. “After you came all the way from…”

He trails off, waiting for Chu Wanning to let him know, but he sees the map open on Chu Wanning’s phone and grins wider. “You want directions?”

Chu Wanning clears his throat, and shakes his head. He should say something— instead, he stays silent as he looks down at his phone and punches in the hotel name again.

Happily, his phone tells him to try again when he has signal.

The Right Hand of Light by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

Chu Wanning is asleep on the bed, clutching his hands tightly to his chest and curled in on himself. He’s still wearing the same robes he was in in the water prison. On the writing desk, a bowl of water and clean linen for bandages sit untouched, and a tub of bathwater has cooled without being used. Mo Ran sighs to himself. Wanning is truly hopeless.

He sits on the side of the bed and touches Chu Wanning’s shoulder. “Wanning,” he says. “Wanning, wake up.”

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Rare 0.5 tenderness, after the water prison.

nothing can consume you by tagteamme

Mo Ran’s violent history has never had to catch up to him.

It’s already embedded itself into him as scars on his body, as a tattoo on his forearm, as the lingering taste of blood in his sleep and finally, as the searing brand pressed against his chest before he’s thrown into the sea as punishment. He knows that this is where all his chances come to an end.

But as the deep fathom of the water swallows him up, something else saves him and pulls him to a tiny cove tucked away off the coast of an overlooked port town. When he wakes up under the care of a mythical creature wearing a familiar face, an even older and more distant past finally finds him.

[littlesniggy]

Hey, have been wanting to ask this for a while, even when it might take some brainstorming. The headcanon goes: How would the admirals act if their partner is begging them for letting her dominante them the next time they sleep together. Making them treat her like a queen, full on submission for just a night, 'mistress'-naming, lingeri/outfit, all the good stuff. Thank you in advanced ^^

Hey! Thank you for the request! I love writing for the admirals! I wasn't sure though if you meant with lingerie reader wearing it or the admirals so I went with reader wearing it cause I don't really see any of them being down to it (not even costumes, except maybe Kizaru). So yeah, hope you enjoy it!

Reader asking to dominate them in bed (Admirals)

Warning: nsfw

Sakazuki

He looks at you like you’re out of your mind. He will tell you straight out “no”. I mean, what did you expect? This man is authority himself and he won’t change it in the bedroom even if you beg him.

He won’t say no to the lingerie part; after all, he enjoys a good view and it makes things even hotter but he won’t, under any circumstances, call you “mistress” or anything like that. It’s a no for him and honestly, he wouldn’t feel comfortable if he’s not in control of the situation.

He just can’t get a kick out of being dominated and even if he agreed to trying it (which is highly unlikely) you would be having a hard time getting his “little friend” up. He doesn’t like it if someone else is in charge of his pleasure and it simply does nothing for him.

The only compromise he would do is worship your body and make you feel desired. He will even “lower himself” to giving you head but only if he’s in a good mood and not too stressed (he's also quite good at it). He loves when you worship his body his cock and just to be “even” with you he would occasionally “repay” you.

I can even see him getting upset a little at the suggestion and it will either end with him leaving or you trying to calm him down by “making it up to him”. He likes having sex with you but there are a couple of no’s he is not willing to try, just because he can’t see himself liking it. He’s more of a “prude” when it comes to sex, even though he can fuck you like a god (or madman lol).

Borsalino

Here’s the thing: you think you’re in charge but he actually pulled the strings all along. He’s totally down for calling your “mistress” and do whatever you demand of him but he kind of orchestrates you to do certain things/ demand certain things of him.

He will lick his lips in an “innocent” way and give you the idea that he could go down on you. Or he will move his hips in a way that your hand brushes against his crotch and you will get the idea that you could tease him by giving him a hand job to “torture” him, all thinking it would come as a surprise. But in reality, he’s a little shit and just makes you do what he wants you to do.

He will praise you for everything you do with that small smirk on his lips, knowing full well he’s still in control. And it isn’t even his intention to “toy” with you but it’s just so easy for him to make you think you’re in charge. It all comes down to his lazy demeanor and you being too naïve to see that he’s only messing with you.

He enjoys you doing all the work or you telling him what to do, making things a lot easier for him. He loves making love to you or fuck you but if you call the shots he is more than happy to oblige.

I think he would even be down for pegging but only if his partner is convincing enough. If he feels like they have no idea what they’re doing he will tell them that this is probably not going to work. “Nee…Y/n….if you don’t do a better job I think this won’t work.” Or something like this. You shouldn’t be discouraged though; it just means that maybe you should try it again another time.

Kuzan

He’s a little hesitant when it comes to being dominated. Not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s not too sure what your “end goal” is, like how far you want thing to go. He would be down to being dominated and being your “pet” or “slave” but only If it’s within reason.

He doesn’t strike me as the guy to be into power play in the first place so there must be a lot of trust between the two of you for him even to consider it. He just prefers taking it slowly and enjoy the moment as equals rather than being too aggressive or too submissive.

He’s down for worshipping you like the queen/king you are but it’s something he already does from time to time. He will try it just for you and see if he likes it. He’s generally open to new things but will tell you if he doesn’t like something. It’s nothing against you, it’s just not for him and you should be grateful that he tried it for you.

I can see him being okay with being tied to the bed (also knowing that he could free himself any moment if he wanted to) so you can have some fun with him that way. He’s a lazy man and he likes you being on top anyways so you riding him, completely in charge won’t be such a big difference to your usual intercourse.

Since he can’t move his arms and touch you he will become a little impatient from time to time, telling you to move a certain way but you just shut him up by lifting yourself up completely, denying him any form of contact until he apologizes. It will frustrate him to no end but eventually he will oblige.

Even if he won’t admit it when you’re done, he will be exhausted due to your treatment and making him more or less beg for his release. He would consider doing it again but probably won’t be this patient the next time and just free himself to handle you himself.

Issho

Like Kuzan, he’s not really into power play. He loves making love and every time he sleeps with you it’s something special to him. So, when you ask him to be submissive the next time he will question if all those times you’ve had sex with him until now have been boring for you and you were just too shy to tell him.

He’s not insecure or anything but he just doesn’t like the thought of you not enjoying it as much as he does. When you tell him you just want to try something new and it’s a fantasy you’ve had for a while now he will make some seemingly innocent remark that will have you blush. “I’m glad you still have fantasies about me even though we’ve been together for so long.”

When you tell him to lay down on the bed, sit on top of him in your lingerie, grab his hands to guide them over your body, over every curve just so you can tie them down on the bed poles he will already groan in pleasure. Knowing you’re wearing a sexy outfit and not being able to see nor to touch it is torture for him.

It’s even more torturous for him when you go down on him, suck him off at your own pace and him not being able to touch your face, your hair, anything. If you’re not careful he might cum rather quickly. Having “no” eyes to see you and on top if that no hands to touch you will make every little touch even more intense for him.

He will even call you “mistress” if you ask him to and honestly, he’s feeling it. He wouldn’t want to do it too often this way but from time to time he’s totally up for it.

If you suggest switching roles he will be hesitant for a bit, not the type to be dominating but he’s surprisingly good at it. He’s not too comfortable with it though, enjoying the submissive part more.

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Needy

pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader (guest star Yoongi)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 4.3k | reading time: 20 min

summary: Dating Kim Namjoon comes with its advantages and disadvantages. The later mainly being working so much all you get to see of him is in his studio. But you're a needy bitch. And if you have to get what you want while he works, you will do just that.

warnings: hard dom namjoon, bratty sub reader, cockwarming, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, oral m.receiving, orgasm denial, studio sex, slight exhibitionism, aka the one where namjoon discovers he likes public sex and exhibitionism.

A/N: Amy=Army=reader because I prefer using a name instead of y/n

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Time slipping closer to the comeback dates meant missing-your-boyfriend hours grew more frequent. You never complained, just like he didn't either, but you were clingy by nature and finding any way to be even in the same room as Namjoon had become your top priority. At first, sleeping in his arms at night was enough. In about a week it became apparent that waking hours were paramount, so you started joining him for lunch. No matter how short and rushed it had to be. But the more he worked on the group's comeback, the less attention he could pay, always distracted and keeping your interactions to small talk. Eating with him wasn't sating your hunger anymore.

"I'm sorry, baby," he would say when he would realize you had been talking this whole time.

You honestly didn't mind. Simply wanted to be by his side. "It's okay, sweetie. Everything alright?"

He sighed and caressed your hand laying on the table. "I just miss you. I have to stay to work extra hours again and I won't see you again and I miss you. That's all."

You replicated his small, soft smile. "I can stay with you. I'll bring my laptop and we can both work together. That way we won't be alone."

Namjoon smirked. "You know I can't concentrate with you in the room," he declared with a low tone in his voice and slightly squeezed your hand.

Suddenly, you were fighting a smile on your lips while your eyes raced to the floor as if you were too shy to face your own boyfriend. Then you pouted. "No, we'll just work. I will be working too, I'll be so quiet, you won't even know I'm there."

And so you did. You took the small couch while he had his back to you, working on his computer. The sound of both of your keyboards was filling the room, along with the slight whispers of the music playing through Namjoon's headphones. It was after-hours and they went by mostly uninterrupted, except for the occasional visit by a manager or a member –usually the rappers– to deliver some type of message. The boys would smile softly at the sight of you, and you replied with a raise of your shoulders to state the obvious.

"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked Namjoon once after you had given up on your work and were battling falling asleep on that comfortable couch while you waited for him to call it a day, or more accurately, a night.

He pulled his headphones to the side and turned to look at you. "My lap?"

You nodded. "I'll just sit there and you can work."

"Don't you want to work?"

"No, I want to be in your arms."

He bit his bottom lip. He eyed you up and down and then looked at his monitor. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but he figured he would just sound like a straight douche if he declined cuddle offers from his girlfriend, after she had been patiently putting up with him distancing for the past few weeks. So he turned back to you and patted his lap.

"Okay, hop on, kitty. But if you don't sit quietly, you'll be in trouble."

You had to bite back that shy smile again. Namjoon was asking you to sit quietly yet just by the way he asked, he made you crave that trouble he promised. But no, you were a good girl. You didn't want to disturb his work, it would only stress him out more. You straddled his lap and huddled on his chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible so as not to restrict his movements in the least. You felt his big hand stroking your hair as you planted your head on his left shoulder, your nose close to his neck, tickling him with your warm breath. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

So now you almost didn't even bother pretending to work on that laptop of yours. Since Namjoon had been convinced that you could sit on his lap without causing trouble, and you had discovered how easy it was to relax when you were wrapped around him like that, you basically jumped in his lap right after you two settled in his studio. Namjoon played with your hair or gently squeezed the softer parts of your body every time he paused to think. He found it helped him work even better. His own little stress relief toy.

"Oh- uh… Sorry- um…" Yoongi squealed when he walked into the studio and saw the two of you tangled like so.

Namjoon turned to face the older member and simply shook his head. "Oh, she's just sleeping," he whispered.

Yoongi now opened the door more widely and stood up straighter to take a better look at you. "Oh…" he exhaled with a smile. "Like that?"

"Yeah… she can't stay away from me."

"Cute…"

At that, you decided to lift your head and look at Yoongi's general direction. "I'm awake!" you stated loudly then immediately dropped your head back down.

The other man chuckled slightly before he informed Namjoon on something about their manager, this and that, and left. Anyone walking into the studio was met with what appeared like an adorable scene that they quickly became accustomed to, and even your boyfriend seemed to think completely innocently of it now. Which meant you were the only one quietly suffering because of his cologne and the warmth of his crotch under yours.

You tried to sit there quietly. You tried to fall asleep. But it had been days since you and Namjoon had done anything other than work, and that promised trouble was becoming more and more appealing. You circled your fingertips at the base of his neck, contemplating whether you should grid yourself on him to get him to fuck you on that desk as a punishment, or be a good girl so that you don't lose your lap privileges.

But you wanted more than your lap privileges. You truly were so clingy, it wasn't enough that you were sitting on him like that; you wanted to feel more of him. You bit your lip and controlled yourself, catching your breath on purpose so that he wouldn't notice it had gotten heavier and warmer on his neck. You could practically hear his deep voice vibrating something like "you little minx" in case you exposed yourself, which in turn made your struggles even harder.

You squirming on his lap was probably registered as you squirming in your sleep by your boyfriend. Indeed, you kept your eyes tightly closed to play the role, too. You swallowed, again and again, excess saliva flooding your mouth from all the dirty thoughts passing your mind, like a dog dreaming of a delicious meal. But you stayed put. You sat quietly, just like he had asked. Because you were a good girl and you knew you would be awarded for that eventually.

"Baby…" you whispered with a pout in your lips. Today you had worn a skirt and as you sat on Namjoon's lap, the only thing covering your heat was your lace panties. Today you would get that award you craved the whole week. "Namjoon, baby…" you whined again to get your boyfriend's attention.

He looked at you with wide eyes, pausing whatever he was doing and sliding his headphones off. "What's that, kitten?"

Your eyes dropped down as your fingers played with the hem of his shirt. "I–" you gulped, "I want you inside me."

You heard nothing, no reaction. So you looked up again and Namjoon was just staring at you. "You know we can't do that here, kitten…"

You bounced slightly on his lap in protest. Luckily for you, you found out your boyfriend had already started to get hard under you. So you continued. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself on him, making him suck in a breath.

"Ohh... I'm not asking for anything too much. I just want you inside me."

"Inside you?"

You nodded. "Yes, yes. I just want to feel you. Can you just… just put it inside me?"

Namjoon laughed. "Baby, if I put it inside you there is no way it won't lead to something more…"

But you shook your head frantically. For good measure, you ground yourself on him, too. "No, no, I promise! I won't even move. I'll just go right to sleep like I do every day. You know, you've seen how quietly I can sit like that. You can trust me, right?"

Namjoon bit his bottom lip aggressively as he watched you act all innocent and cute while talking about putting his dick in you. He took one too many seconds to answer, so you took the initiative to move your hands to his pants and unbutton them. His hands grabbed your hips. Not to stop you. Just to hold you forcefully as he processed what was happening.

"So you– you want to do… cockwarming?"

In response, you took one of his hands and guided it under your skirt, to your already wet core. His fingers felt your arousal through the lace. Suddenly, all signs of demur disappeared from his face.

"Hm, does your little hole feel empty without me, kitten? You want me to fill you up?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, your hands moving again to completely undo his pants and pull them down just a bit. You palmed him through his boxers and his fingers massaged your clit over your panties. You pulled his dick out and saw how it sprang up, almost to full hardness already. Quickly, you spat on your hand a generous amount and used that to pump him up and down a few times. Namjoon groaned and pushed your panties away, two fingers teasing at your entrance.

"Do you need prepping? Or can you take my cock as it is?" he asked you as he slipped his two fingers easily in.

"Namjoon," you moaned his name quietly. "Don't get me too horny, just put your dick inside me." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "Unless you don't want me to be good," you added with a raised eyebrow of your own.

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He guided you over his dick. "Alright, kitten. Sit on that cock and don't. Move."

You sank, taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretching you out so much it burned. You allowed yourself to moan out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Namjoon kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed the side of your head.

"That's right," he praised you. "Take all of me, baby. I know you can."

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head now nudging at your cervix.

"There, there… that's great," Namjoon cooed. He brushed his palm over your cheek and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

"Oh, it feels good…" you said, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your boyfriend gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"So, did you get what you wanted, kitten?"

"Mm, yes, daddy, thank you," you moaned.

His thumb ran over your lips and he pinched your chin. You opened your eyes to look at him. "Now… will you sit there quietly and let me do my job?"

You nodded lazily. "Yes. Yes, daddy, I will."

Namjoon smiled and gave you a quick peck. He looked down, pushing your skirt out and adjusting it so that it covered both of you up. He put his headphones back on and you, just like you promised, laid your head on his shoulder again and sat there quietly. Your position ultimately not changing at all and it still seemed very sinless, with the only exception that you were now so deliciously full and finally sated.

You tried to calm your breathing down. You clenched and unclenched around him involuntarily and he released a warning groan in response. It was hard to stay still at first, but once you got used to his length stretching your walls, it was surprisingly relaxing. He was big and warm and the most comfortable thing you had experienced in your life. You had never felt closer to your boyfriend than at that moment. You loved it in a very possessive way.

From now on this would be the only seat you'd ever take.

Namjoon loved it too. He didn't expect you to actually sit still, secretly wanted you to act out so that he could teach you a lesson afterwards. But now you looked as peaceful as a baby breastfeeding. It was funny how something so dirty made you look so chaste, and how that in return made you look, well... hot. He sighed. He really didn't think he would be the one having trouble controlling himself. Your pussy was moving slightly around him every time you squirmed, and he felt every single thing. Yet you had managed to drift into a light sleep, your cheek pressed on his collarbone, your lips apart, your breaths long and warm on his neck.

So pretty… So cute. Namjoon would make sure to fuck you so well when you two got home.

"Hey, Namjoon!"

Namjoon jumped right as the studio door opened wide. He hands quickly grabbed your hips, ready to push you away and pretend nothing was happening.

"Oh, is she sleeping?" Yoongi whispered and walked closer to them.

Namjoon froze. He looked down, your skirt was still covering you up. Then he looked at the other man. He seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on in there.

And that, for some reason, made Namjoon's dick throb.

"Um, ye-yeah."

"Heh, she's so cute when she sleeps on you like that."

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek hard. His hips moved forward on their own accord, pushing further inside you so slightly that the moment went by unnoticed. But not by you. A tiny whine echoed from your throat.

"Hm, yes. What's up?" he answered, his voice husky.

Yoongi started talking, but if Namjoon were to be honest with himself, he didn't hear a thing he said. All he could register was his dick getting even harder while your pussy got tighter around him. He tried to stay still as he stared forcefully into his friend's eyes. What if he realised?

God, the thought alone made him suck in a deep breath.

"Okay?" Yoongi's voice was barely made out inside the younger's foggy head. But he managed to nod. "Can you do that for me?"

"Hyung..." Namjoon sighed. Just as Yoongi frowned at his friend's odd voice, you moved around, clinging closer to Namjoon, cutting off his oxygen supply completely. "Yes! Yes, I will!" he literally choked out.

The other rapper gave him an up and down and Namjoon would never dare admit how his eyes on the two of you made his stomach shrink. But he would admit to how he felt ready to combust and if you weren't left alone within the next thirty seconds, he would no longer care about details such as privacy.

"Cool," Yoongi mumbled, moving back towards the door yet still facing you. "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

The moment the door clicked closed, Namjoon gasped hard, taking in all the air he was missing. His hands -still on your hips- held you tighter, tight enough to leave bruises, as he panted and moved his hips slowly into you.

"Stop pretending you're sleeping," he demanded. A couple of seconds of silence passed, and then he felt your lips gently land on his neck in a small kiss, trying to play innocent. He snorted. "You–"

"Everything okay, daddy?" you asked in the purest voice you could master.

"No!" he exclaimed, dropping his head back on his chair. He thrust up as much as he could, but since he was already buried to the brim, there wasn't much space to move. "No, I'm not okay!" he growled. You immediately bit your lip, pulling your head away so that you could finally face him. He leaned slightly forward but the moment his eyes fell on you, his head hit his chair again. "Move!"

"But, daddy, you–"

"Fuck, Amy, if you don't– move!"

His hands pushed you slightly off him, and he immediately thrust into you. Hard. You had no choice but to cry out. Another thrust and you felt like you couldn't hold yourself up anymore, falling on his chest and clinging to him desperately.

"Nam-" you tried to talk, but the man had found his position and was drilling into you at a never before seen speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and all you could do was have your jaw hung open and a moan escape freely with every hit on your spot. He was animalistic, growling and groaning loudly with no regards to the public building you were in, and most importantly, without even noticing your attempts to slow him down. You pushed your palms on his shoulders, trying to lift yourself, but in response, he just bit down on your neck and made you moan harder.

This... This is exactly what you wanted. Wasn't it?

"Namjoon, the door is unlocked," you managed to whisper while he was licking your neck up and down aggressively. He just hummed in response. At least he heard your voice. "What if somebody comes in?"

Your boyfriend moaned. He slowed down, his right hand leaving your hip to move higher up, ruffling your shirt, squeezing your breast and wrapping around your throat. You gasped right as he tightened his grip.

"Let them see," Namjoon mumbled. His grip around your throat tightened even more and his hips picked up the pace again. But now, you had no way of making any sound other than choking. Namjoon moaned louder. "Oh, let them watch."

He finally let you breathe and right away he crushed his lips to yours, pulling you deep down on his dick and grinding inside you. You had never seen this side of him before and you couldn't help but drip arousal around his base. Just seeing how into it he seemed to be made you get closer to your climax.

"Bounce on my cock, you slut. Isn't this what you wanted from the beginning?" your boyfriend growled in your ear and you whined, immediately obeying. Jumping up and down.

"Daddy..." you moaned for his attention, getting closer and closer.

A hard slap on your right butt cheek. "Faster. Do it how you know you wanted it." Another slap.

Leaning forward you found a new momentum to slide up and down his dick faster, and his breathing instantly changed. You looked up through your lashes at him, gawking at his expression, face hot with coy and pride.

"Like that, daddy?"

He groaned, staring right into your eyes. "So needy," he mumbled. "Such a desperate slut, constantly wanting praise. Is that what you want, baby? For me to praise you?"

You almost missed your rhythm due to the effect his words had on you. "Da... Daddy..." was all you could say.

He held you from the ass, helping you move since you were so close to cumming it was getting hard. "Hm? You want me to praise that warm, wet pussy of yours that takes my dick so well?" You had to moan. "So well-" he repeated, "-that I can't resist it?"

"Daddy, I'm gonna-"

"You fuck me so well, baby. Hm, is that what you want me to say?" Namjoon continued teasing. "You're so good..."

"I'm gonna cum!"

Suddenly, you were empty. Namjoon had pulled out of you and pushed you away.

"Oh no, baby. You don't get to cum."

Your mouth dropped open, the sweat that glistened all over your face probably evaporating at how hot it suddenly got. "Wh- what?"

The man in front of you gave you the most shit-eating grin you had seen in a while. He got up from the chair and stood in front of you. "What? You really thought you would be rewarded with an orgasm after everything you pulled?"

You pouted. "But..."

Namjoon held your chin gently and smiled down at you smugly. "You've been too naughty, sweetness. Now, if you get on your knees for me, I might make you cum when we get home."

You bit your lips so hard it hurt. "Daddy..." you whined in the most seductive voice you had in you, giving him your big, puppy eyes. But he just released your chin and raised his eyebrows.

"On. Your. Knees."

Gulping, you lowered yourself down. If Namjoon said knees then knees it would be. You looked up at him and he sighed heavily at the attractive sight.

"Now, open up for me, baby."

You opened your mouth and drew your tongue out as far as you could, which seemed to please him a lot. Grabbing his dick at the base, he ran his head over your tongue. Getting desperate again, you closed your lips around him and sucked the head. That earned you a hiss. His fingers were suddenly all in your hair, his head fallen back, as he picked up right where he had left. He pushed the first couple of inches of his dick in and out of you fast until you were used to it and you swallowed more of him in. You couldn't take all of him, but you didn't need to: the tightness of the back of your mouth was all Namjoon needed to feel from you.

"Oh, God…" Namjoon moaned and you knew the moment the atheist started to call out to God, was the moment he was getting close. You grabbed his hips to halt his thrusts and instead just suck. Suck him hard enough to slurp his own soul if he had one. Hard enough to swallow his warm cum right as it was released down your throat.

You opened up your mouth with a satisfied "ah" to show him it was empty. Namjoon smiled and fell back on his chair, exhausted. Knowing you needed to be as good as you could in order to be rewarded afterwards, you gently tucked him back in his trousers while still on your knees, looking at him proudly.

"Did I make you feel good?"

Namjoon chuckled, ruffling his hair. "I swear all you ever–"

A knock on the door followed but a member right away. "Hey, Namjoon-ah, when-"

You both turned with dread to look at the door, finding a mortified Yoongi standing to it. His wide eyes moved from the fucked out looking man on the chair, to the girl on her knees in front of him, and he very wisely decided to disappear behind the closed door again without a word.

"Ah, shit…" Namjoon mumbled, but you just laughed.

"You know, he's probably still waiting for that translation," you said, which made your boyfriend look at you puzzlingly.

"What translation?"

You bit your bottom lip to prevent you from laughing again. "Babe! Earlier… he said he e-mailed you some lyrics he wanted you to translate to English. You said you'd do it."

His face scrunched up to the saddest 'oh' you had seen. "I h– I didn't– I..."

You showed your teeth in an 'oopsie' way. "Oh, well... At least now he knows what took so long."

Namjoon moved off the chair and pulled you up with him. "I need to– I mean, I should probably talk to him. I don't know, say it wasn't what it looked like? Would that sound believable?"

You chuckled again, getting on your tippy-toes to try and fix his hair. "Looking like that? Not so much."

Namjoon looked at his reflection on the black screen of his computer to fix what he could. "You should go home, baby. I'll stay here to make this right."

"What? No, but you promised to make me cum when we get home," you whined like the spoiled brat you were.

But your boyfriend grabbed your jacket, waiting for you to wear it. "Yeah, but that was before you got me in trouble, you brat."

You pouted. "No, I'm not going."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your arms to push them through your jacket sleeves. "Get home now, Amy, before I change my mind and not let you cum at all."

You were ready to throw a tantrum, but as you were guided toward the door, you just turned and looked at him very seriously. "Namjoon, I swear to you, if you let me go now I'll find a better way of getting myself off tonight," you threatened.

But he laughed. "Oh, okay. Tell me, do you wanna go apologize to Yoongi perhaps?"

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Perhaps. At least he'd let me cum, wouldn't he?" you commented as you opened the door and were ready to leave. But Namjoon slammed it closed again. His arms caged you against it as he loomed over you.

"I have a better idea. You go home right now, undress, get in bed and wait for me without touching yourself at all, like a good girl, and I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop," Namjoon whispered darkly. You seemed to consider it. "There is no alternative, sweetness. You'll do as I tell you."

So you smiled. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and agreed. Well, at least he thought you did. Because you were definitely going to disobey him by touching yourself back home until you had wet your bed waiting for him. Waiting for the punishment he'd come up with then...

[faghubby]

Part 4

Judy had been gone all day, the kids where already asleep when she returned home. I met her at the door, so excited I just couldn't wait any longer.

She kissed me deeply, I tasted cum on her breath. She led me to the bedroom.

"Creampie or present first?" She asked as she slid off her clothes. I was already on my knees. I lifted her and carried her to bed and sank between her legs. I devoured her. As she told me about her day. They had not just had sex, they had gone out to dinner, she had sucked his cock in the car as she drove him home. Her car was at Mark's house. Where they had spent most of the day naked. He had even tried to fuck her ass, but he was too big.

"Mark bought you a present" She told me. "I told him everything" She told me as she rubbed my hair. Fear gripped me. She told him. I thought it also excited me. She pulled me up next to her.

" did you have fun today? Dressed all girly? Does it excited you that Mark knows you where dressed all girlie? Take off your clothes, I want to see your sexy lingerie" She told me. I stripped and laid next to her in the pure white lingerie. She handed me a bag from a sex shop.

" Remember to thank him when you see him" handing me the bag.

Inside was a 9 inch dildo and so thick I could barely close my hand around it.

" It is about the same size as Mark" She informed me. She held it to my lips. I kissed it, she instructed me one how to suck it and lick it. She pushed it down my throat. I gagged and spit slobbered.

"Suck Mark's big cock baby, make him cum," She told me. I could only take half before she pulled it from me.

" it's OK he got it so you can practice" She giggled. She pushed my knees up.

" I want to see you take it" She told me as she applied lube to my hole. She teased the entrance inserting just the tip at first. Then slowly an inch at a time. It felt like I would be split open. She buried it balls deep in my ass. I begged her to fuck me. She worked it in and out.

" faster" I begged.

" role over" She left the toy in place and I was on my belly my head in a pillow my ass up in the air. She fucked me hard and fast. I wanted more. I pledded with her not to stop. My dick dripped like a faucet. For 30 minutes she abused my ass. Before she withdrew. I was still horny, not having cum.

" You are such a slut" She told me. We cleaned up and cuddled she talked about cock, men, sexy clothes, cum, as she teasingly played with my dick. She teased me about how small it was. How we both deserve big cock. How she wanted me to wear dresses and let men fuck me. If she felt I was getting too excited she stopped. And then would wait to start again.

"I saw a male chastity device" She said at one point. "Maybe for your birthday" She kept feeding me the precum that oozed from my clitty.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep unsatisfied.