#showing your shoulders is incredibly slutty

[sleeby-anon]

soooo random but I was just thinking about your sirenbur fic series (the reporter one!) and I always wonder about what reader and siren’s first interaction was like. it plagues me. like, I can only imagine reader stumbling upon a supervillain in a dark alleyway at 3 am and losing their shit lmao 😭

Worry no longer anon, I have the answer to your question.

Well, first things first, the reader was desperately trying to get information about the conspiracy they were trying to uncover. So they were sprinting to scenes of crime to get any first hand info instead of the stuff the news was reporting on.

Siren caught on and thought it was cute that the reader was obsessed with him— found it endearing and was like “lmao this would be really funny to watch them chase a conspiracy for a bit” and it started of as trading info for info, he’d tell you some shit, reader would tell some shit about themselves, and then it evolved to him visiting their apartment for “information” (which would eventually evolve to a steamy make out sesh and so on and so forth.)

and a short unedited suggestive Drabble below the cut as a holiday treat. Minors fuck off.

“So… what information could you give me in response?”

“I don’t think that’s relevant.” His hand is tracing up the side of your thigh.

“No? I can work for it if that’s okay.” You can feel his stare from under his mask. You nod slowly, swallowing nervously. He smirks, and you hate how your body is crumbling with his touch. “Let’s see… how about this?”

One hand traces down the length of your spine, and you freeze, he just chuckles.

“Okay, and this?” His hands moves to your hips squeezing lightly, his grin gets more wicked as he watches your face become flustered. Then he’s leaning in close, his mouth near your ear—

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are enjoying this more then you are willing to admit there darling.”

“I—“ you cut yourself off as he traces the ghost of his lips along your jawline.

“You are so responsive—“ he pulls back just enough to watch you tremble in anticipation before murmuring, “May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The hands on your hips pull you roughly into his lap and wrapping themselves around your waist, and joining his lips to yours.

“God I’ve wanted to do this for so long you have no idea how I’ve thought about this—you on my lap wanting me—“

“Then act like it—“ is the last thing you get out of your mouth before he pulls away, watching you with no reaction, before grinning darkly.

“Is that you giving me permission detective? To make you scream my name? To ruin that pretty face of yours?” He leans into your ear, whispering a thought that makes you blush something awful, “Do you really want me to fuck you dumb on my cock, your body squeezing me so tightly and the only name on your tongue is my own?”

The whispered words leave your mouth, the truest you could ever say, no charmspeak required.

“Ruin me.”

“You can be a little more polite detective and say please.”

You squirm on his lap and you recognize the bulge quickly growing in his crotch.

“Please.” It’s quiet and he tuts, pulling away from you.

“Please what?”

“Ruin me. Please ruin me and make me forget my own name.” You say staring at him dead in the mask.

He just grins and pulls you impossibly closer to him, his cock pressing against you making your squirm a little bit more.

“Now that’s my good little detective.”

[holybibly]

Today's unholy thoughts, bunnies 🐰

Let's talk about Seonghwa as a trophy househusband who is neglected both sexually and in terms of love and who is perhaps overly attracted to the best friend of his wife's daughter.

Seonghwa is gentle, sensual, and too needy for the constant praise and adulation he doesn't get. He has big, shining eyes, plump, soft lips, a velvety voice, and a completely unhealthy obsession with the pretty best friend of his 'daughter'. 

He knows it's wrong, or a small part of his knows it, but the way you look at him lovingly and the sweetness of your voice as you praise him, saying what a wonderful househusband he is and how well he keeps such a big house perfectly clean, makes his thoughts go in another direction. 

Seonghwa wants to hear you praise him while his beautiful, gentle face is buried in your little pink pussy and his tongue slides expertly between the soft, moist folds. And Seonghwa knows exactly how pink your cunt is because he has a couple of naughty photos of you that he took while you were sleeping. 

You had a habit of sleeping in nothing but a silk top and panties. The way the thin lace gathered between your labia, giving him a glimpse of your naked, sweet pussy, was too tempting for him to hold back his desires. 

He would never be able to say it openly, but he might have licked you between your legs while you were in Morpheus's sweet embrace, so ready and available for him. And now he can't help but think of how heavenly you taste on his tongue every time he looks at you. 

Seonghwa may only be thinking it, but he feels that you've been staring at him for too long, so he tries to dress as beautifully as possible and as suggestively as possible. 

On purpose, he wears transparent blouses so that you can see his hard, dark pink nipples and trousers that are too tight to show off his long legs and magnificent ass to perfection. He even paints his lips with your favourite gloss and deliberately licks them with his tongue, so you can't take your eyes off him for more than a second. 

He may look a little desperate when he invites you to sit on his lap during a family trip out on the town. Of course, it's all completely unintentional. There are just not enough seats in the car; he doesn't know how to drive; his "daughter" gets sick; and Seonghwa didn't intentionally pack things in the car in such a way that you have nowhere to sit except on his lap.

But most importantly, Seonghwa chooses the track perfectly—twisty, terribly long, with a broken road. And who else but him will hold you tight when the car jumps at the next pit. 

Seonghwa also knows that you hate trousers and shorts, so you always wear those unaffordable short skirts and slutty little thongs that don't stop him from discreetly touching you the way he wants. Maybe he accidentally forgot to button his jeans, or maybe he did it on purpose so that the wet, swollen head of his dick would rub against your tender ass throughout the trip.

Seonghwa is just too sensitive and needy to intentionally drool on your shoulder from this tiny stimulation and moan pitifully into your ear when his cock accidentally slips between your ass cheeks.

He apologises shyly, crumpling a long sweater in his hands, and says that he didn't mean to do it, that it happened by accident, and that he's incredibly ashamed of it. He receives a reply from you: "It's okay, Seonghwa, I understand. It can happen to anyone." 

And the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him come almost immediately without any touching.

It may get painfully icky to feel constantly aroused around you, but he can't help but imagine you riding his cock while his mouth sucks on your pretty tits when he happens to see you masturbating in the bath. 

Oh God, the way your cunt embraces the thick pink dildo, squeezing and stretching around the silicone toy, brings him to his knees. He would give absolutely everything just to fill your cunt with his cock, and he could swear that he would stretch you out much better than that stupid toy. 

Most likely, Seonghwa is going crazy waking up to the ghostly feeling of your lips wrapped around his leaking, throbbing cock because he is sure this will never happen in reality. 

Or maybe you just got tired of his ingratiating wet looks and decided to force him into action by waking him up with a blowjob while your girlfriend and her mother went shopping for breakfast, leaving you alone with the sweet and gentle Seonghwa. 

And the sight of his back arching and his soft, sensual mouth parting with a soft moan as his thick cum pours into your mouth is much sweeter for you than any pancakes for breakfast.

[targaryen-dynasty]

alrightie bestie, I find the slutty sleepover a lovely idea!

with this being said, I'd love if possible the gif number eleven with aemond and if possible as kinks: breeding kink and size kink!

(I'd love canon era but I am fine with whatever you come up with)

alrightie I am off and have a spooky time!

KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

No. 2 -> GIF.

Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; p in v, breeding kink, breeding, pregnancy kink, size kink, size difference, mentions of reader's appearance

WORDS: 1.5 K

NOTES: My beloved angsty, thank you so, so much for this request! That gif is my favorite. Hope you like this!

Moments like these always made you terribly aware of how much taller, and stronger, your husband was than you, whereas that realization made you incredibly aroused. Where Aemond had you captured between his tall frame and the stone wall before, forcing you to meet his gaze by craning your neck up to look at him, you now were pinned between him and your marital bed. 

But Aemond had not always been like that. There was a time where he was hesitant to take you whenever he desired, whenever he needed you. 

In the early stages of your marriage, it almost seemed as if the young prince was intimidated by you, afraid to touch you, but perhaps he just had been incredibly embarrassed by his lack of hands-on experience with the act of bedding his partner.

He hadn’t told you about the bad experience he had when he turned three-and-ten, his older brother did to make fun of him, and your heart ached for the poor man you had married when you had heard the story. 

So, you made it your duty to show him the true sensuality of fucking, and, surprisingly, it didn’t take too long for him to relax, his confidence growing rather quickly. 

But something at supper with his family must have aroused him to the point of no return, and you partly blamed it on the slowly growing swell of his older sister’s middle.

And boy, never before had he given into his desires so easily. While he had taken you like a man starved a hundred of times before, the man that thrusted into you now came closer to a wildling that lived beyond the wall, than the dutiful second son of King Viserys Targaryen. 

Even before the door to your chambers was closed completely, Aemond‘s lips were on yours, claiming them while he herded you against the wall. His nimble fingers clawed at your gown, and, once it fell to the ground, your smallclothes, a tad too eagerly undoing the laces of your bodice and everything that lay beneath. 

You had to physically stop him from easing into you right then and there, and even when you were allowed to climb onto the bed, Aemond was very adamant to mound you as fast as possible. 

‘On your hands and knees,’ he had ordered, and when you weren’t quick enough to follow his command, he had used his hand to nudge you into the position he desired. Despite the urgency he had held in him, he was gentle, but there just was more determination in him than usual. 

You had done as he told you to, presenting him your slick womanhood while he stripped himself of his breeches and braises, not caring much if the tunic hung still from his shoulder. He had positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock dragging up and down your slick folds, until it eventually breached your core with a sigh of relief leaving his parted lips. 

‘Tonight is the night I shall put a babe in you,’ he had panted, his voice hoarse despite not really doing anything. The thought of getting pregnant had so often crossed your mind, especially when you had heard the news of Rhaenyra being pregnant with hers and Daemon’s first child, and then the second followed. And when Helaena announced her pregnancy, the longing became more and more apparent. 

And it seemed your husband felt exactly the same. 

The topic had felt too delicate for you to approach it for the longest of time, hence your lack of conversation regarding it, but the threads of your husband’s restraint had obviously snapped, and you knew it was time to give him an heir. 

When the ministrations of Aemond’s hips became too harsh, too rough, your small frame toppled forwards, landing stomach first on the bed. But his thrusts didn’t stop at that, and the dragon behind you merely moved to straddle your thighs, until eventually the weight of his body collapsed on you and hugged you like a mantle, pinning you down beneath him. 

“Gods,” you moaned, shushed by Aemond’s lips on your temple. “I can not wait to see your belly swell with my child,” he rasped into your ear to which you just whimpered. “I want everyone at court to know. I want them to look at you and know who is fucking you every night, to whom you belong.”

Your hands clawed the linen beneath your sweaty frame, and Aemond was quick to bring both of his own to put them over yours, his hand big enough to cover them whole. He interlocked his fingers with yours, grasping them mayhaps even a bit too tightly. 

“Do you like that?” he asked, keeping his lips against your skin, and you could hear his smug grin from miles away, you didn’t even have to look at him. 

The warmth of his body, his weight and scent clouded your every being, and even though his thrusts weren’t as fast as before anymore, they still were determined and harsh enough to render you speechless, your mind and body completely claimed by him. 

You were not exactly frail or petite, but he was so much bigger than you that it didn’t even matter. You felt safe and blessed in his hold, fucked like a wildling, but loved with such intensity you felt like the most desired lady in the realm. 

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered beneath him, releasing one gasp after the other when his cock repeatedly brushed the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. “I-I want… need you, husband,” you moaned, heat building inside of your belly. As you took in a deep breath, you turned your head slightly to chase his lips for a kiss, which he eagerly granted you. 

Your lips only parted to release breathy groans and whimpers, but your faces stayed close together. “Want a babe so, so much, husband,” you whimpered against his lips, “you will give me one, yes?”

At your words, you could feel his body tense with desire, his cock twitching at the thought putting a child in you. “Yes,” he panted, “as many children as you wish. Sons and daughters both, I swear.” 

One of his hands released yours to snake beneath your body, aiming for your sensitive pearl. Though the linen beneath had granted you at least a bit of friction, it wasn’t enough to bring you to your peak. His thumb circled over the little bud, coated with your arousal, and the thread in your belly was close to snapping. 

“Let me give you an heir. Put a babe in me, husband.”

It appeared that your words granted him a new-found vigor that had you gasping, the pace of his hips increasing. “My seed, my heart, ‘tis all yours,'' he groaned, “you want it, wife? You want my seed?”

You could only whine at the question, and started to roll your hips against his hand and hips, creating some extra friction that not only fed your own pleasure, but his, too. You came with a cry of his name, and if you wouldn’t be lying on your stomach already, you surely would have toppled over at the force of your peak. 

As you clenched around him like a vice, with your small frame trembling beneath his, Aemond released a strangled moan, his own peak being milked out of him by your convulsing walls. 

Both your bodies moved on their own accords, rutting and rocking in rhythm to make sure that your act bore fruit. Only when Aemond felt as if there was not one drop of his seed left inside of him, he stopped his ministrations, the hand that had circled your pearl coming up to seize your hips, stilling them. 

He pressed his lips to the side of your face, his heavy, erratic breathing fanning over your flushed and sweaty skin. In that moment, you felt whole. His weight pinned you down, keeping you grounded, and the softness of his gestures comforted your tumbled mind. “Are you certain it worked?” you whispered, the matter suddenly seeming far too delicate again. 

Aemond braced himself on his hands, but was careful to stay nestled inside of you, despite his cock slowly becoming flaccid. “Only time will tell, sweet wife,” he replied, “but that does not have to stop us from trying a few more times… just to make sure.” There was a teasing edge in his voice, and when his arms wrapped around your body to take you with him as he sat back on his haunches, you knew that a long night lay ahead of you – but you didn’t mind at all. 

[talktonytome]

"See, this is why we should have done separate parties," Eddie groans. "If I had known this was going to happen the whole time!" He raises his voice pointedly at Buck and Tommy who are very busy tasting each other's drinks-- off each other's mouths.

Buck pulls off Tommy's lips long enough to flip him the bird and smirks at him. "You did know this would happen so shut it, Diaz! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go dance with my super hot soon-to-be husband," he declares, pulling a giddy, tipsy Tommy by the hand, toward the dance floor. "Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't look at us because we will not be leaving room for Jesus, he throws back with a grin.

They had decided on a joint bachelor party because neither one of them wanted to be away from each other and so far, it's been a blast. They've been bar-hopping with all their friends and family, ensuring a great time wherever they went. This was their fourth bar of the night and it was almost criminal they had yet to dance properly.

To be fair, they had spent half the time making out-- sue him, his man looks incredibly hot in sinfully molded jeans and a slutty, loose shirt that shows half his chest. Tommy may have sucked his soul though his dick in the bathroom of the last bar and they knew they weren't fooling anyone, when they came out sporting matching dazed looks and Tommy's hair in all states of disarray from where Buck had gripped it.

Now, they're pressed together, Buck's back against Tommy's broad chest and his head thrown back on a sturdy shoulder. Tommy's hands are curled possessively on his hips and they move together sinuously. "Hmm, you feel good," he sighs contentedly.

Tommy uses the grip on his hips to push Buck's ass into his crotch, so he can feel where he's already half-hard. "So do you, feel what you do to me, baby," he growls into his ear.

"Tommy," he whines, turning in his arms, needing to kiss him immediately. Much like their kiss in the hospital, they crash into each other, lips sliding and nipping. He can taste the fruity alcohol they've been swapping all night and it pulls a low moan from his throat. He keeps a hand on the nape of Tommy's neck and the other on his waist.

Tommy grabs handfuls of his ass and echoes his own moan into Buck's mouth. It's only when he hears hushed laughs and whispers, a low whistle here and there that Buck remembers where they are. When he reluctantly pulls away, with a final nip, Tommy's reddened, spit-slick lips make him want to dive in all over again. He kinda doesn't want to get arrested for public indecency on his bachelor party night, though. Maybe.

"Hey," his whispers leaning in to press his forehead to Tommy's, pausing to catch his breath. "Wanna get out of here?"

Tommy pulls back a little to look him in the eyes. "Thought you'd never ask," he says with a wicked smile. He reaches for Buck's hand, tangling it with his own. "Ooo Eddie's gonna be so mad we ditched our own party."

Bucks laughs, turning to scan for their friends around the room. They all look like they're caught up talking to each other, including Eddie, who seems to be in an animated conversation with Lucy. "Psh, let him," he shrugs, rolling his eyes. "Now, let's go consummate this bachelor party." He's already pulling them to the exit. Their friends will understand their Irish goodbye.

"Isn't that for the wedding night?" Tommy asks, biting back a grin. "Besides, didn't we kinda do that in the bathroom already?"

"Potaytoe, puhtato," Buck huffs, waving his free arm. "Now do you or do you not want to go have sex with your very willing, very hot for you fiancé?"

"I want. Very much." Tommy chokes out.

"That's what I thought," Buck smirks, bringing a hand down to swat at his ass. "Hop to it."

He feels Tommy shudder against him. "Sir, yes, sir."

[hynzsn]

★ TWERKIN’ 9 -> 5 ★

☆ seok matthew x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> 1/3 this is the first continuation from ★ PICK YOUR HOLE ★

-> bottom!matthew x top!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: submissive!matthew, big ass!matthew, favoritism, twerking, body oil, oiled-up ass cheeks, lap dance, face sitting, face riding, rimming, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, kissing, caressing, cock riding, cum, multiple cumshots, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, teasing, moaning, whining, crying out in pleasure, facial, cumpie/creampie, squelching

wc: 2.2k

summary: your baby matthew’s been learning how to twerk just so he can see your reaction when he shows you his new moves. when you choose to play with him first, he’s eager to show off, twerk his ass all over your face and bounce on your cock.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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“mmm, look at my three gorgeous boys, all lined up and ready for me,” you cooed, your eyes sparkling with desire as you took in the sight of your three submissive boyfriends. jiwoong, matthew, and ricky stood in a row, their pants pulled down, their asses on display, and their needy holes winking in anticipation.

but it was matthew, your baby, who caught your attention the most. matthew was playfully wiggling his ass, inviting you to take a closer look. his smooth cheeks, milky white as fresh cream, jiggling playfully, was a sight that made your mouth water and your cock twitch with need. matthew had been learning how to twerk, eager to show off his new moves and see the expression on your face.

of course, you loved all of your boyfriends dearly, but there was something special about matthew that made him your favorite. matthew had a certain spark—a mischievous glint in his eye—that always seemed to be inviting you for some secret, naughty one-on-one adventure. he was always eager to try something new and exciting in the bedroom, such as learning how to twerk, in order to drive you crazy. he was playful and teasing. but it wasn’t just his playful nature that made matthew your favorite. matthew was incredibly affectionate and loving. the type to crawl into your lap and deliver a passionate kiss, encircling your neck as if he were unable to relinquish his hold. additionally, matthew had a secretive side to his sluttiness. he might tease and play, but he always saves his most passionate and intimate moments for you alone. not to mention, matthew had an absolutely mouthwatering, juicy ass. you could spend hours indulging in it, licking and sucking until matthew was a trembling mess. that shit was like a drug, and you were happily addicted. so, while you loved and cared for all your boyfriends, there was just something extra special about your baby matthew, earning him the title of your favorite. and matthew certainly knew how to take advantage of his status as your favorite.

“aww, my cute little matty, what are you up to?” you teased, stepping closer to run a finger gently over matthew’s exposed cheek. “you’re being a naughty boy, aren’t you? teasing me with your pretty ass.”

matthew let out a playful giggle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “maybe i just wanted to give you a little preview. i’ve got some new moves that i know you’re going to love.”

your cock twitched at the invitation, and you couldn’t resist reaching out to give matthew’s ass a firm smack, making him squeal in surprise. “oh, really now? and what kind of moves do you have in store for me, baby?”

matthew turned his head, flashing a flirty smile over his shoulder. “i’ll give you a hint. it involves me shaking this pretty ass all over your lap. but first, i need to get nice and slippery.” with that, matthew reached for a bottle of body oil that he had already within arms reach; he knew you’d choose him first. you always do. he poured a generous amount into his palm before rubbing it between his hands. he then began to slick up his cheeks, the oil making his skin glow and accentuating every delicious curve.

“damn baby, you’re making my mouth water,” you growled, your eyes fixed on matthew’s hands as they glided over his smooth skin. “fuck, you know i’ve got two other cock-hungry sluts that need my attention; this better be good.” jiwoong whined, and ricky let out a dissatisfied huff. their eyes were on you, sulking at not being chosen first.

“don’t worry, boys, you’ll get your turn,” matthew purred, wiggling his brows at his fellow submissives. “but for now, he’s all mine.” matthew sauntered over to where you stood, a confident smoke playing on his lips. the oil glistened on his milky cheeks, making them look deliciously squeezable. "you ready for this?” matthew teased, his eyes daring you to take him on.

your breath hitched as you took in the sight before you. matthew was a vision, all confidence and seduction. “i think it’s time you showed me what you’ve learned, baby.”

matthew didn’t need to be told twice. he backed up towards you, pressing his oiled-up cheeks against your crotch, making sure he could feel how hard he had made you. then, he began to move, his hips swaying sensuously as he twerked and grinded against you. your hands immediately went to matthew’s hips, guiding his movements as he bounced and twerked on your lap. the oil's slickness caused matthew's skin to feel as smooth as silk, and you were unable to suppress a moan at the sensation.

“pop it, baby,” you encouraged, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display. matthew’s ass cheeks clapped together, creating a squelchy, wet sound that filled the room. matthew threw his head back, his moans mixing with yours as he continued to put on a show. as he began to really twerk, he reached down and placed his hands on his knees for support. his ass was moving in perfect rhythm.

“damn, matty, you’ve been holding out on me,” you groaned, your cock aching with need. “you’re gonna make me bust a nut just from this alone.”

matthew just laughed. the sound was high and breathy as he kept moving. “you like it? yeah, i knew you would. just wait until you see what else i can do.”

your hands moved down to squeeze matthew’s jiggly cheeks, your thumbs brushing against his sensitive, needy hole. “stop teasing me, baby. i want to taste what’s mine.” you couldn't wait any longer; you needed to taste matthew, to feel his soft skin against your lips. you guided matthew towards the bed, gently pushing him forward so that he was bent over the edge. his ass presented itself like a delicious offering. “such a perfect view,” you murmured, your eyes taking in the sight of matthew’s oiled-up cheeks and the pink pucker of his hole. you leaned in, inhaling the scent of matthew’s arousal, and then planted a soft kiss just above his hole.

matthew let out a whimper at the touch, his knees weakening as your lips made contact. “please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “i need your tongue inside me.”

you didn’t keep him waiting any longer. you dove in, your mouth enveloping matthew’s needy hole as your tongue began to rim him with abandon. you licked and sucked with a fervor that caused matthew to weep with pleasure. “oh, fuck!” matthew moaned, bracing himself on the bed with his hands, while your tongue worked like magic. “right there! that feels so good!”

you moaned in response, the sound vibrating against matthew’s sensitive skin, making him squirm and whimper. your hands gripped matthew’s hips, holding him in place as you continued to rim him relentlessly.

matthew was unable to resist the urge to stroke his own cock as you ate him out. he moaned and whimpered, his hips thrusting back to meet your tongue, desperate for more stimulation. “that’s it, baby, touch yourself,” you encouraged between licks. “let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.” matthew didn’t hold back; he began jerking himself off, his breath coming out in short gasps as he neared his peak. “i’m close, so close!”

you wanted to feel matthew’s release, so you redoubled your efforts, your tongue fucking matthew’s hole as you reached up to play with his balls. with a cry, matthew came, his cum splattering across the bed as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. “fuck! oh my god, fuck!”

you pulled back, a satisfied smirk on your face as you watched matthew ride out his high, your lips glistening from the combination of oil and matthew’s natural juices. you looked up at matthew, your eyes dark with desire. “that was beautiful, baby. but we’re not done yet; i want you to ride my face,” you stated, your voice hoarse.

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now laying on your back, your eyes sparkled with satisfaction as you watched matthew hovering above you. he was a vision, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his ass still tingling from the intense oral attention you just gave him. he straddled your face, lowering himself until his ass was hovering just above your mouth. “like this?” he teased, his voice full of playful innocence.

“perfect,” you growled. “now show me those moves, baby, twerk for me. i want to feel your ass bouncing all over my face.”

matthew began to twerk and grind against your mouth, his ass cheeks clapping together as he moved his hips with a mischievous giggle. your tongue lashed out to lick and suck matthew's hole, causing him to let out those sweet whimpers and moans that you love to hear. you immediately went to town, again. “oh my god!” matthew cried out, his hands bracing himself on the bed for the second time as he tried to maintain balance. “that tongue of yours... it’s wicked!”

you moaned in response, sending a shiver up matthew’s spine. you sucked and nibbled, eating matthew’s ass just the way you knew he liked it, like an animal. matthew began to bounce faster, his ass cheeks jiggling against your face with every thrust. he threw his head back, moaning loudly as he surrendered to the pleasure that washed over him. his second orgasm was imminent, and he had not even touched himself this time. he was going to cum, hands free. “ahh! i’m going to cum again!”

“do it, baby,” you encouraged, your voice muffled underneath matthew’s ass and your hands squeezing matthew’s cheeks, helping to guide his movements. “cum all over my face. make a mess of me, baby.”

matthew came with another cry, this time painting your face as his body shook from the overwhelming release. he collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he tried to find his mind and catch his breath. his ass was still silently hovering above your mouth. “good boy,” you murmured, your hands gently caressing matthew’s ass cheeks. “enough of the appetizers; it's time for the main course, baby. it’s time for my cock to pound that needy, tight hole of yours.”

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you sat on the edge of the bed, your cock hard and throbbing, as you observed matthew stand up, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. matthew’s hole was red and puffy from the intense rimming, and you couldn’t wait to feel it clenching around your cock. “come here, baby,” you beckoned. “straddle my lap and let me take care of you.”

he eagerly climbed into your lap, facing you. he wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you passionately, his chest flush against yours, as your hands began to roam over matthew’s body, caressing his back and sides before slowly making your way down to his ass. with gentle fingers, you began to massage matthew’s hole, slowly inserting one finger and then two, probing and stretching him for what’s about to come. matthew's body relaxed as your fingers thrust in and out of him, and he moaned into the kiss. matthew lowered himself, and you positioned matthew's hole over your cock, gradually guiding the head of your cock inside. you both moaned at the feeling—matthew at the stretch, and you at the tightness enveloping you.

once matthew had taken all of your length, he paused, adjusting to the feeling of being filled—the feeling that he'd been waiting for all day. then he began to move, slowly at first, his hips rising and falling as he rode your cock. "that's it, baby, ride me," you urged, your hands kneading and gripping matthew's hips to assist in directing his movements. “you look so beautiful like this.”

“ah…ah… matthew whined out as he increased his pace, his ass bouncing on your lap as you thrust upwards. He met each thrust with his downward motions, and your bodies moved in perfect harmony. “fill me up. i want you to cum inside me, please!” your cock twitched at the request, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. you felt yourself reaching your peak as your hands squeezed matthew's cheeks, pulling him down harder onto your cock. with a few more thrusts, your orgasm was finally on its edge. “mmm, I’m so close, baby, so close!” you warned, your voice strained.

"cum with me!" matthew pleaded, building his own orgasm again as he rode your cock. "fill me up!" with a deep and gutteral moan, you came, your cum shooting deep inside matthew's hole. the sensation also sent matthew over the edge, for the third damn time, and he cried out, his body shaking as he came again, his release coating your chest. you held matthew tightly as you rode out your highs, your breath mingling as you basked in the afterglow. "that was incredible, baby," you murmured, planting soft kisses on matthew's neck.

matthew nuzzled into your touch, a satisfied smile on his face. "it was perfect. but don't forget, my ass is all yours. any time you want it." you smirked, already devising a plan for the next occasion when you would have the opportunity to taste and feel matthew's flawless ass. you chuckled, your hands gently caressing matthew's back. "of course, baby. but let's not forget about jiwoong and ricky. they’ve been very patient, and i think it's their turn now.” and with that, you gently eased out of matthew, a mischievous glint in your eye as you turned to face your other two submissive boyfriends, who had been watching the entire time, their cocks hard and needy.

[permanentswaps]

The Cursed Hunk, Pt. 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @manswaps

Seth’s POV

Wearing the stranger's body, Jared led us out of the apartment and to a gay club. The city’s neon lights glinted off the wet pavement, and the bass from the club’s music pulsed through the ground, matching the rhythm of my nervous heartbeat.

He explained, "This is the best place in town to find us the hottest guys possible to swap with and fool around with."

“I still don’t see why you can’t just let us swap back to our original bodies first,” I protested, uncomfortable in my dad’s much larger, hairier frame. The weight of his muscles and the scratchiness of his chest hair felt foreign and awkward now that the horniness had worn off.

My dad, now in my body, nodded in agreement. “I don’t see what you have to complain about,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of irritation. “But yeah, Jared, this is kind of ridiculous. We should swap back.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” Jared replied, smirking to himself. I think he was getting a little turned on by the fact that he had done this to us.

As we entered the club, the atmosphere hit me like a wave: loud music, flashing lights, and a sea of bodies moving together. Jared immediately darted off to the bathroom, saying his body was so horny that he just had to jerk one out.

“I’ll stay with him,” my dad said, following him to the restroom. It was a good idea; we couldn’t afford to lose him in here.

Left alone, I was incredibly nervous. Even though I was sure I was into guys, I had never been to a place like this. I decided I needed a drink to steady my nerves.

Walking up to the bar, I signaled to the bartender. Before I could order, he greeted me warmly, “Hey Marcus! It’s been a few weeks, so glad to see you! What can I get for you?”

“Oh,” I said, a bit surprised. “Good to see you too.” I faked a smile. “Could I grab two vodka sodas?”

As I waited for the drinks I thought to myself, “A few guys in college? Yeah, right.” I guess my dad had a bit more of a slutty wild side than I realized.

After opening a tab with my dad’s card, I wandered deeper into the club, which was filled to the brim with every type of guy imaginable.

Searching around for where my dad and Jared went, I felt a bit at a loss. I couldn’t see them anywhere. Holding both drinks gingerly in my hands, I turned carefully, only to accidentally bump my shoulder against someone. I guess I wasn’t used to how big this body is.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I began to say, only to be greeted by the most beautiful face I’d ever seen.

The man standing before me was stunning, with chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. He laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “No worries, big guy,” he said warmly, his voice a smooth blend of charm and confidence. “With muscles like that, it must happen all the time,” he chuckled, reaching out to feel my bicep.

My heart skipped a beat, “Not as often as you might think,” I replied, trying to flirt back but sounding a bit awkward.

The stranger's touch on my bicep sent a shiver through me, both exciting and unnerving in equal measure. Wearing my dad's body was still surreal, and the sensation of someone admiring muscles that technically weren't mine was strange. I managed to smile, hoping my nerves didn't show too much.

"I'm Diego," he said, extending his hand. His grip was firm, and his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, sending another jolt through me.

"Seth," I replied automatically, then quickly corrected myself. "I mean, Marcus." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, realizing the slip might confuse him. "Just a bit scattered tonight, you know how it is."

Diego raised an eyebrow, his smile turning a bit more curious. "Rough night?"

"Something like that," I laughed nervously.

Diego’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, Marcus, if you need a distraction from your rough night, I think I can help with that."

I felt a tug of nervous excitement in my chest.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, and said, "How about we find a quieter spot to talk? It's a bit loud in here."

I nodded, grateful for the escape from the overwhelming noise and crowd. "Lead the way."

Diego took my hand, and a thrill shot through me as he guided me through the throng of dancing bodies. We weaved through the club, finally emerging into a quieter lounge area with plush seating and dim lighting. The bass still pulsed in the background, but it was muted here, making it easier to hear each other.

Diego gestured to an empty couch in a corner.

I sat down, and he settled in beside me, his proximity making my heart race even more. "So, Marcus," he began, his eyes locking onto mine. "What brings you to the club tonight?"

"Uh, just needed to blow off some steam," I replied, trying to keep my story straight. "Work's been crazy, you know?"

He nodded sympathetically. "I get that. I'm in finance. What do you do?"

"Construction," I said, recalling my dad's profession. "Lots of hard work, but it's rewarding."

Diego's eyes widened in appreciation. "I can tell. Those muscles don't build themselves," he said, giving my bicep another playful squeeze. His touch was electrifying, and I found myself leaning into it slightly.

"Yeah, it's tough," I admitted, trying to sound casual. "But I like the challenge."

Diego's smile widened, and I could see a spark of genuine interest in his eyes. "I bet you do," he said, his voice low and flirtatious. "There's something about a man who isn't afraid of hard work."

I chuckled, feeling more at ease with his playful banter. "Well, what about you? Finance must be pretty intense too."

"It can be," he admitted, leaning back slightly but maintaining eye contact. "But I like to think I balance it out with fun. Nights like this help."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I can see that."

As the conversation flowed, I found myself becoming more comfortable in my dad's body. The initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a growing confidence fueled by Diego's attention. I wasn't used to being this physically imposing, but the way he looked at me made it easier to embrace.

"You're quite something, Marcus," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I've got a feeling tonight is going to be unforgettable."

I smiled, the nerves now a distant memory, replaced by anticipation. "I think you might be right," I replied, leaning in closer.

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Marcus POV

Waiting outside the bathroom for Jared, I was struggling to fend off a bunch of creepy old guys. Damn, this twink body is attracting a lot of attention—and definitely not all of it wanted. Their leers and inappropriate comments were making me increasingly uncomfortable. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to create some sort of barrier between them and me, but it only seemed to encourage more attention.

One particularly persistent guy came up to me, grinning in a way that made my skin crawl. "Hey there, cutie," he said, his breath reeking of alcohol. "What's a sweet thing like you doing here all alone?"

I forced a tight smile, trying to be polite but firm. "I'm waiting for someone," I said, hoping that would be enough to make him go away.

But he wasn't deterred. He moved closer, his hand brushing against my arm. "Come on, don't be like that. Let's have some fun."

Panic started to creep in as I realized I couldn't shake him off. Desperate for an escape, I glanced toward the bathroom. Jared had to be in there somewhere. I just needed to find him.

"Excuse me," I said sharply, stepping away from the persistent guy and heading toward the bathroom door. I pushed it open, the smell of cologne and sweat hitting me as I entered. "Jared! Where the hell are you, dude?" I called out, my voice echoing off the tiled walls.

There was no response. The stalls were empty, and the urinals were unoccupied. I checked each one quickly, my anxiety rising with every empty space I found.

"Jared!" I shouted again, more urgently this time. He was nowhere to be found.

I leaned against the sink, gripping the edge tightly as I tried to steady my breathing. The club’s bass thumped through the walls, a constant reminder of the chaos just outside the door. Where could he have gone? He said he was just going to jerk off—how long could that take?

Feeling the panic start to overwhelm me, I splashed some cold water on my face and looked at my reflection. Seeing my son's face staring back at me was still a shock, but I had to focus. I needed to find Jared and get out of here before things got any worse.

I then bump into some guy who can only be maybe three years older than my current body—damn, he’s really cute. He had dark, wavy hair and a charming smile that made my heart race a little faster. For a moment, I forgot about my predicament and just enjoyed talking to him.

"Hey there," he said, flashing a smile. "You look a bit lost."

"Yeah, you could say that," I replied, trying to keep the conversation light. "Just trying to find my friend."

We chatted for a few minutes, his easygoing manner putting me at ease. I almost forgot about the chaos around me until I spotted Jared out of the corner of my eye. Relief washed over me.

"Sorry, I have to go," I said to the cute guy, giving him an apologetic smile before darting off toward Jared.

I ran up to him, my frustration boiling over. "Damn, where the hell have you been? Enough is enough, I need to get my body back now. I wanna swap!"

Jared looked back at me, a bit surprised, and then smirked. "Damn cutie, I wanna swap with you too."

Before I could say anything else, I felt the familiar, disorienting sensation of being sucked back into that horny body. It was like being pulled through a vortex, my senses swirling until I landed back in my own form. I blinked, trying to steady myself, and took a look at Seth’s body, which was now feeling itself up.

"Damn dude, this body is cute as hell," Jared—now in Seth’s body—said with a grin. "I’m definitely going to be able to pull some hotties in it."

"Jared, what the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my anger flaring.

"I don’t know who the hell Jared is," he replied, his grin widening. "But thanks for the sexy body, dude." With that, he turned and ran off into the club.

"Fuck," I thought to myself, panic setting in. "What did I just do?"

[hw4-l1z]

Reader rough sex with dear sannie BECAUSE HE LOOKED SO SLUTTY DURING THE PHOTSHOOT WITH WOOYOUNG THE WAIST IS SO SNATCHABLE AND I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT WAHHHH

Sorry it was so short 🥲

Sub!San x dom!m!reader

Cw: Un-protected sex// slight marking// dacryphilia// spanking// cumming inside

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Earlier today you had been scrolling on your phone, coming across a fee photos of San in an incredibly short shirt and his perfect little waist was on complete show.

To say the least...it turned you on...alot and had you thinking manyyyy thoughts of his slutty little waist.

San bent face down ass up on the bed infront of you, his arms wrapped around the pillow sitting under his chest as you slide your cock into him. His waist always looks so snatched from this angle, it curves in perfect, so easy to grab. Placing both your hands into his hips you pump yourself in and out slowly to start, easing him into it. High-pitched whines and whimpers come out him as squeeze his waist tight enough to leave behind deep red marks.

You begin to pick up your pace more, pushing onto his arched back with one hand whilst the other pushes between his shoulder blades. You have him pinned down, unable to move as your thrusts become faster and much harder. His back arches more for you, allowing you to slip a little deeper as he moans so pretty for you. You're hand between his shoulder blades move up to his neck and your other hand goes back to his waist as you pound into him. His moans come out in little 'ah ah ah's going up in pitch more and more. Your hand then moves again into his hair and pulling his hair back, giving him a spank on the ass a few times and keeping up your harsh thrusts. "Ah fuck- oh my god...mmmf...feels so good Y/N" he moans out as a few tears slip out.

His legs begin to give in as he collapses against the bed. You let go of his hair and place both your hands on either side of his hips, bring your legs up a little further on the bed to get a better angle. Your cock thrusting up and hitting all the good spots inside him as you feel him tighten around you, a sign that he about to cum. "M'gonna cum Y/N" he whimpers feeling his cock begin to twitch. "Cum for me darling, make a mess of the sheets for me" you rasp whilst chasing your own high.

A few more thrusts and your both cumming at the same time, you finishing inside of him as he feels your warm cum filling him up. Pulling out you watch as your cum drips out his abused hole, clenching and un-clenching pushing out your cum. He tries to lift himself up before you push him back down onto the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet baby"

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[radiant-reid]

Hii cate! You know that thing where she asks “is this dress to slutty?” and the guy is like “its fine, i’m 6’2” “ could you writhe a blurb ab that? I see that as such a dom!spencer thing to say

i don't condone physical violence, but if he was going to hit someone for being rude to me, i'd be on my knees

Usually, BAU night outs are at bars or Rossi's place, so when Penelope suggests a rare outing to a club, you quickly agree. And, best of all, you have a great dress to wear.

Once you get home, you banish Spencer from the bedroom so you can dress up, telling him that all he needs to do is roll up his sleeves and lose the tie.

After you do your hair, a makeup touch-up, and carefully slip into your dress, you call Spencer in to see it.

"What do you think?" You ask, doing a little twirl in front of him. The longer you look in the mirror, the shorter it looks, and you tug the top up a little.

His eyes basically bulge out of his head as they take in all of your figure. "Holy shit." He says, walking over to you.

"Does it plunge too deep?" You wonder, very aware that your tits are on display.

He stands in front of you, looking directly down the front of your dress. "No." He tells you, hands resting on your hips.

"Is it too slutty?" You ask.

"Baby." Spencer coos, sliding his hands onto your ass and squeezing. "I'm 6'1"." He reminds you, although it's incredibly obvious by your height difference. "I'll intimidate anyone who even looks at you. Or hit them." He assures you. "Also, I've been in prison."

You hit him on the shoulder, but you're grateful he can joke about it now. "You're really hot, my big scary boyfriend."

"You're even hotter." He tilts his head down so his lips are an inch away from yours. "Let's go so I can show my hot girlfriend off."

You press your lips to his forcefully, kissing him passionately. "Just know I'll be thinking about jumping your bones as soon as we get home."

"With you in that dress, I won't be able to think of anything else."

[coryosbaby]

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ: ʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴊɪɢꜱᴀᴡ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋʀᴏᴏᴍ!

Amanda young x fem! Reader

Content Warning . face riding, teasing, mommy kink

Amanda, ever the impatient, has decided to run her hands over you the moment that John leaves the jigsaw apprentice workshop. Her long red hair is soft in your hands as she presses your body against a metal table; never the gentle lover, she nips at your bottom lip with her teeth. She tastes like metal and strawberry chapstick and she’s making you dizzy with it, her legs slotting between yours to rub against your aching clit. You mewl, grinding against her to obtain friction.

“‘Manda,” you whine, your bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

She knows exactly what you’re asking for; you’ve been together long enough that she knows your thoughts in and out. She laughs, her fingers reaching down to press against your swollen button. Your eyes roll back at the simple touch, throwing your head back as the strap of your pink latex dress falls down past your shoulder. Amanda nips at your jugular with her tongue.

“My fingers, sweetheart?” She asks, though she already knows the answer. “You want my fingers inside your wet little cunt?”

You nod eagerly, adjusting yourself so your ass is placed on the table. Your knee sock clad feet bump against the side of the metal, and you let out a tiny squeak when Amanda grabs your hair in her hands.

“I want you to beg.”

Her voice is dark, a monotone of that sweet lilt you know so well, and you can feel heat creeping up your spine as you look at her with wide eyes.

“Please,” you manage to let out. “Please, mommy, please stick your fingers inside my pussy. ‘M so…” you hiccup, the arousal and subspace getting to you as you attempt to grind your poor little pussy against the table beneath you. “‘M so horny… I need you. It h-hurts, Mandy.”

Pouting—maybe mocking you, maybe genuine, you don’t know— Amanda coos to you as you squirm in front of her.

“Oh, sweet girl, I know. Cmon, why don’t you show mommy those pretty tits first? Then maybe I’ll think about it.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes, a cry bubbling from your throat at her teasing. You’re always so sensitive for her.

You move the straps of your dress down, your puffy nipples popping out of the fabric when you drag it down past them. Plump and pretty, Amanda doesn’t think she’s ever seen such cute tits.

You look up at her, biting your lip with doe eyes.

“Like that?” You ask softly.

The older woman lets out a breath of air, her own pussy clenching at the sight of her girlfriend’s beautiful body.

“Just like that, sweetie. Gonna play with them for me? Got mommy so wet just looking at them.”

You nod, the allowance of any type of stimulation making you giddy. You run your fingers over your nipples, the small peaks hard under your palms. You pinch them, rub them between your two small fingers. And then you use your full palm to grip your breasts harshly. The stimulation makes you moan, your tongue lolling out at the feeling of it. Amanda leans down to slide her tongue against your now revealed one, licking up your saliva. She moves your hands away from your chest and spits down on the valley in between your breasts. You moan at that, your pussy becoming incredibly hot as you feel her warm spit land on your skin.

“Nice and wet,” Amanda groans, reaching down to rub her aching pussy through her pants. “Cmon, rub it on those slutty tits. Be a good girl.”

Your fingers smooth out the saliva all over your tits, looking at Amanda with glazed eyes, practically begging for your cunt to be touched or to touch hers. She smiles, her thumb rubbing over her own cunt, and suddenly you desperately want to taste her.

“Want you to ride my face,” you mumble sweetly to her. “Please mommy?”

And god, the woman can’t resist that. Watching her begin to undo her belt, your mouth practically waters. A soft blush coats her cheeks as she pulls down her cargos and her underwear. She steps out of it, and you make room on the table so you can lay down. She hovers over your face, one second, then two, and you can smell her arousal from here and it’s so hot. She lowers herself down onto your face, and immediately your mouth latches onto her drenched cunt. She lets out a tiny moan, a few mutters making their way out of her kiss bitten mouth.

“Such a good girl.” She praises softly. “So, so good— just like that.”

Even with her usual dominant demeanor, your pussy eating skills are off the charts and Amanda has to be a little speechless at times during it. Her wetness drips down your chin, your own pooling in your underwear as you try to rut against the table for some friction. Her hands dig into your scalp, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy because you haven’t came up for air yet but honestly it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to you right now is making Amanda cum.

Her taste invades you, so perfectly sweet and tangy all at once. You rub circles with the tip of your tongue over her swollen clit and she grinds down into you once more. Your hands move to grasp the soft flesh of her ass; you can’t help but spread her cheeks apart to gain more control, and she lets you. Until it’s to that point where she’s about to cum.

She grabs your wrists from behind her and pins them over your head. She uses the momentum to grind down onto your face, but also give you a bit of air.

“Eating mommy’s pussy so good,” she whines out. “‘M gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over that slutty little mouth..”

Your legs twitch with arousal as her words flood your brain, and you can’t think about anything else but Amanda as she orgasms on top of you. You slurp up her cum greedily, moaning desperately into her drenched heat as she rides your tongue for the very last time. She sighs, moving her body back a bit, and you pull off of her overstimulated cunt with a light pop. She looks down at you as you take big gasps of air.

“Did I do good, mommy?” You say sweetly. Amanda smiles.

“Did amazing, baby.”

Her fingers reach back and rub over your panties, and you mewl in excitement.

“Might just give you a reward.”

[https-florals]

Hi! Sorry for the late reply, but my requests was maybe boot riding with JJ? If you know what that is! Because he has those one shiny rubber looking boots that make me go crazy

ooh hehehehe i think i like this!!! i honestly did not know what this was and had to go on a little ao3 deep dive so im hoping this is what you wanted!! (also i am SO SORRY this took so long omg) 18+!!

note: fluff then smut!! cursing, jj being a dork at the beginning, but then being a SLUT! i heart slutty men. obviously boot riding, lil unsanitary but whatever, oral m receiving. i went kind of a funny little beginning route with this cause i wasn't real sure how to like transition into it and i don't even know if it really works but!! oh well

your favorite part of jj's wardrobe is his boots. you don't have a damn clue what it is about that beat up pair of timberlands, but they're so very attractive on him. on the rare occasion that he cleans them, you're the first to know.

he's walking into your room, grinning all proud. "good as new." the leather shines, worn but finally clean, a little bit of life back into them.

"they look great, baby!" you tell him as he leans over to kiss you. he smells like boot cleaner and the cologne you saved up to buy him. jj plops onto the couch next to you, stretching his legs out to admire his handiwork a little longer.

"sexy ass pair of boots," he says to himself, and he catches you murmuring in agreement. "you think my boots are sexy?" he asks, all faux innocence as his hand spans your thigh.

"i think you're sexy," you answer as you close the book you're reading.

he shakes his head. "not what i asked."

sighing, you raise your eyebrows and give him a disapproving look. "what are you asking then, maybank?"

"would you fuck me if i had the boots on?" when your expression turns more quizzical, he backtracks. "like, just boots on. titanic style, except that big necklace is my boots. would you find it hot enough to fuck me?"

"all you ever think about is sex!" you gasp, hitting him playfully with your book. "and what the hell are you talking about?" you're laughing now. "i think i'd rather you have boots on while we’re fucking. you think i wanna see your nasty feet?" as you giggle, jj pulls you into his lap and peppers a hundred little kisses along your neck and jawline, making you squirm and giggle even more.

"so you'd be down?"

"i'd be down, j."

the next day it's just the two of you in the chateau, and you're holed up in the guest room, scrolling on your phone. you're wrapped up in a tshirt of jj's, and nothing else on this hot summer day. there's a knock on your door, and you don't look up as you invite whoever it is inside your room. you just know it's jj, and as you stare at some tiktok about a new hbo show, he clears his throat impatiently.

"what?" you're confused as to why he's not talking or coming to flop on top of you. "why are you- oh." you look up.

jj, your lovable, odd, incredibly bold boyfriend is standing completely naked in front of you- naked save a pair of black socks and clean boots, laced up tight and looking good as ever.

he grins, and laughs a little crazily as your jaw drops in pure shock. he still doesn't say anything, but rather lets you sit back and admire him.

and believe me, that you do. you stare at the muscles of his shoulders and stomach, how thick his thighs are. the dark dirty blond patch of hair just south of his abs. you watch him get hard, just off of the way your eyes are raking over him. "happy to see me?" you laugh as you drop your phone.

he blushes a little, like he's not standing bare-ass naked in front of you. "always."

you get up and practically skip over to him. when you wrap your arms around him and his hands travel to your ass, he breathes in quick at the skin to skin contact, eternally grateful for the lack of panties. his breath is even quicker when your hand slips over him. he lets out a little groan.

“what do you want, baby?” you ask.

he exhales hard, pushing into your hand. “want your mouth on me, please,” he’s pleading, and how can you say no when jj’s looking so pretty?

he doesn’t stop kissing you as you force him backward, pushing him into your chair. he huffs, a little angry when you pull away, but when you settle between his legs, he’s not whining anymore. well, whining for separate reasons.

you lay just the sweetest, most innocent little kiss on the tip of his cock and can't help but giggle when he gasps.

"baby, baby, baby," tumbles past his lips when you take him in your mouth. jj's hand wraps in your hair, letting you set your own pace, and slowly matching it. when you look up at him, a hint of smile in your gaze, jj feels like his chest is going to explode. he whimpers, his hand moving from the back of your head to your cheek. his thumb brushes a string of saliva off your chin, pushing a bit to hit the back of your throat.

warmth is pooling between your legs, practically unbearable as you watch jj. a vein in his neck pulses when his head tilts back, and your pussy seems to throb simultaneously with his jugular.

your hand leaves its place on his thigh and dips between your legs, a finger swiping up your seam and-

jj kicks your hand away.

you pull off him so fast that you practically give yourself whiplash. "jj! what the fuck!"

he's shushing you, hand on the back of your head. "come on, baby, just finish one job. alright?"

you whine, but go back to tracing his cock with your tongue anyways.

his boot wedges it's way between your legs, ruining the way you're pressing them together. jj can feel the vibrations in your throat of your protest.

the hard rubber sole scrapes against the inside of your thigh and your breathing hitches. the toe of his boot just brushes your folds, and before you can even think about what you're doing, you push yourself down against the leather.

"atta girl," he says, voice low and rough. jj moves his foot as you begin to rock onto the boot, matching the way your hips tilt and press. “fuck me, taking it so good.”

jj doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his life. his beautiful girl, hair messy and lips swollen, a few tears running down your cheeks as you suck him off. crying as you make a mess all over his favorite pair of timberlands. "shit, m'gonna come," he cries, proving his word when his cock twitches hard. you get a little sloppier, thumb tucked in a fist to fight off your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat, again, again.

he's practically sobbing when he comes, the thick liquid coating your throat as you swallow quick. you turn your full attention to getting yourself off, tilting your head back and letting a stream of curses fall past your lips as you grind your clit against the hard toe of his boot. your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, keeping yourself steady as the knot in your stomach winds tighter, and tighter.

he’s still catching his breath, but he’s already half-hard again, and he palms himself as you ride his boot. the little hiss he makes is proof he’s still a little too sensitive. “shit baby, look at you,” he groans, and starts to pull you up but you smack his thigh.

“don’t fucking move,” you snap, the toe of his boot hitting your clit so perfectly as you grind into it. “i’m so close, jj, and i swear to god if you ruin my orgasm, i’ll cut your dick off.”

his eyes go wide at your words, and he instinctively covers his cock (which is already throbbing again). jj strokes his cock once, then twice, then faster as you bounce yourself against his timberland.

“look at you, making a mess all over my boots. i just fucking cleaned ‘em, mama.” he angles his foot a little more up.

you cry, the threads at the edge of your orgasm starting to fray. “jj, please-“

“perfect little slut,” he whines, as you grip his knees and start to tip over the edge.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, jj pushing his boot up to hit the much-too sensitive bundle of nerves before your legs close instinctively. he cums all over his hand a few seconds later.

he’s wrinkling his nose and wiping his hand off on the side of your tshirt as you stand, a little shaky.

“i think that was possibly the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,” he comments as you fall into his lap.

“that why you came so fast the second time?” you smile, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

he blows a raspberry against your neck, and then kicks up his foot to look at the mess on his boot.

“damn.” there’s your slick, practically running off in droplets. “polished it up real nice,” jj laughs.

your cheeks tint a little red, but you’re grinning. “maybe i should make a shoe shine business.”

“absolutely not.”

you’re both laughing your asses off when you hear the screen door of the chateau smack open, and john b yell, “get your clothes on, assholes! We’re back!”

you finally both stumble out, a little disheveled, but with no stains visible. except for the glaring, still-damp sheen on the toe of jj’s boot.

you act like nothing’s going on as you enter the kitchen with the girls, but that doesn’t stop you from overhearing.

“dude, you clean your boots?” pope asks, his voice carrying from the living room.

“only one of ‘em,” john b answers. “look man, that one’s super shiny and the other is just… not.”

you choke back a laugh when jj answers, acting all surprised. “shit, man, i got distracted and only did one! babe!” he calls you, and you yell back.

“yeah?”

you can hear the laughter in his voice when he says, “need your help polishin’ this other boot!”

everyone’s a little confused when you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!!!

[reallyromealone]

As promised

A Patreon nsfw

Because I hit 50 on twitch

Enjoy

WARNING ADULT CONTENT

BDSM, OMEGAVERSE, MALE READER, BOTTOM READER

PAH CHIN X MALE READER

SMUT

Pah loved his husband more than anything or "mate" as (name) refered to him, the succubus falling hopelessly in love with the other who managed to push through the walls of the sex demon and build a happy relationship with him.

He still remembers when (name) showed him his true form.

"Beautiful..." Pah said wide eyed to the demon who looked back at him almost awestruck "but this... this isn't what you want?"

"It's everything I want and more!" Pah said loudly as he smothered his lover in kissed, mindful of the horns.

Tonight was special, tonight was feeding night and since (name) put a claim mark on pah, he could only feed off him specifically.

And (name) was hungry.

Pah barely got through the door before his boyfriend was all over him, using magic to keep himself elevated as he wrapped his legs around pah, one resting over his shoulder as he kissed him heavily "took too long..." (Name) hissed out, eyes black and his more demonic attributes came out "I'm here now" pah said carrying his horny husband to the bedroom where (name) was plopped on the bed.

You see, (name) could just let his mate fuck him silly and get fed but god did it taste better when the other person's fantasies got played out, it just made the energy tingle through him.

Pah was always in awe at (name)s magic, black smoke swirling around him and wrapping around his limbs and manifesting into black rope that bound his body and left him "helpless" to his husband.

"Please..." (Name) said breathlessly as he felt pah touch his legs "please fuck me..."

Pah could never get used to how beautiful his husband was, the two completely devoted to one another and Pah wanted to give him everything.

Pah pulled him close by the ropes wrapped intricately across his chest and into a kiss, tongues dancing as they felt the energy pass even if it was just tiny shreds.

Pah groped at his chest and pulled at his nipples pulling from the kids to watch (name), he was always extra sensitive on feeding days and it was his favorite thing to watch (name) slowly unravel from pleasure "O-oh fuck!" (Name)s eyes were contorted as he let pah play with him, one of the man's hands moving lower to jerk his cock aggressively "p-please just fuck me!"

Or (name) would take his meal himself.

Pah could feel the hunger radiating off his lover and lifted his legs to see his pretty ass, ready to be stuffed "come on~ fuck me fuck me fuck me!" "Stop demanding, you know you're gonna get your food baby"

"Then shove that fat fucking cock in me!"

He was always an angry fucker when hungry, pah thought he looked like a feral rabbit when he was like this.

Pah shoved his cock in, giving (name) no time to adjust as he began fucking (name) senseless. (Name) let his skin be as fragile as a humans, loving the feeling of bruises from his lovers grip as pah flipped him "gonna fuck you real good" he said laying a heavy slap on (name)s ass that physically pushed (name) forward as a shiver rippled through him, a slutty moan escaping his lips.

"Yesyes! Fuck you're good!"

(Name)s words always was an ego boost because pah knew his husband was incredibly blunt in the bedroom.

The bed was shaking as they fucked, neither would be surprised if it broke.

If it wasn't for (name)s magic to repair it, they would have gone through many bed frames.

Pah kept slapping (name)s ass as he fucked him senseless, sucking Hickeys on his skin and tugging on the rope "fuck... Gonna cum!"

"Do it! Don't waist a drop!" (Name) screamed as Pah have a few hard thrusts before they came together, (name) unable to control his magic briefly through the orgasm, shape shifting through various appearances as his body flopped on the bed.

"Mmmmm" (name) moaned as pah felt a bit tired, having his energy physically taken from him "take a break baby... Then that cocks mine again"

Tonight was gonna be long.

[holybibly]

Hello mistress! I hope you have been drinking plenty of water, eating and resting well. I have emerged from the shadows to present to you a request. I haven’t exactly done one of these before so…yeah. Is it possible if you could do a San x Seonghwa x Reader please? I really love threesomes (double stimulation much???) You don’t have to though, it’s always completely up to you.

<333

It's true that my bunnies haven't shared their unholy thoughts and desires with me. Don't you have any unholy bunny thoughts? You've all been so quiet recently. Should I be a bit meaner to you for the sake of your stimulation?

What a naughty bunny you are, should I punish you for your disobedience or reward you for daring to write me this, hmmm? Either way, I agree with you, double stimulation sounds just so delicious.

"Damn angel, you are so fucking perfect. I want to fuck you so bad. So fucking bad, baby." San's voice is drenched in need and desperation as he moans into your skin, leaving dirty, wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. His mouth sucks on you greedily, leaving the nasty purple marks on your throat, and his tongue licks the soft skin, making it tingle in a pleasurable way. If he could, he'd bite down on every goddamn millimetre of your body. "Can I really fuck her, Seonghwa?" He asks the long-haired brunet, stretched out in an exquisitely plush armchair in the corner of the bedroom. 

His face is in shadow, but when his dark, almost black, feline eyes meet San's equally beautiful, slanted ones, the tension between them is palpable. It crackles like electrical discharges gathering in the air before a storm.

San's hands slide down your back until the broad, slightly rough palms of his hands rest on the plump flesh of your bare bottom. Fuck, your bottom has always been his weakness—so beautiful, juicy, and thick, just the way he likes it. 

Roughly massaging and squeezing, he pushes his fingers deeper into your buttocks. You moan and arch your back as San spreads your legs so that Seonghwa can get a good look at your glistening, swollen pussy. You were already so damn wet, and that's what Seonghwa liked most about you—you were always dripping wet for him.

"Perfect, so perfect for me." San moaned into your shoulder once more before biting down on your skin until he made you whimper. 

"Why are you asking me? It was my angel's idea. Why didn't you ask her?" There was a bitter note in Hwa's velvety voice that almost made you laugh.

That was the absolute truth. It was your idea to invite San to your and Seonghwa's bedroom. 

Maybe it was a little bit cruel to the gentle, kitty boy, because both you and Seonghwa, and everyone else in Ateez, knew that San was hopelessly in love with you from the moment that Seonghwa introduced you to his groupmates. You were also well aware of Seonghwa's obsession with you and his selfless love for you. If, to you, he was the most beautiful and brightest star, then to him, you were the whole of the universe. 

The thought of being fucked by two incredibly sexy and amazing guys who were madly in love with you made you excited, but even more excited was thinking about how Hwa would react when he saw you getting fucked. Would he be jealous enough to want to rip you out of San's hands and show him how to treat you the right way? Would he comment condescendingly on how clumsy San was eating your pussy when he pushed San's pretty face deeper between your legs, pressing on the back of his head with his graceful hand? 

Hell, if this wasn't a real wet dream, what would you call it?

"Do you really want this?" San asks you, and it is this that brings you back to reality. His hands slide down your legs before he paddles them around his slender, slutty waist. Your hands tangle in his soft, silky hair, tugging lightly at the strands, and you think back, not without regret, to a time when his hair was longer. You are always such a slut for boys with long hair. 

"Yes, Sannie." You whisper as you press your hips against his clothed crotch, gasping when the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants bottoms rubs against your swollen clit. "I want you, baby."

It's enough to make San take action. He tips you onto the bed as he leans over you, hovering over your naked form, greedily studying the seductive curves, and you squirm slightly at how intense and hungry his gaze is. His hands slide down from your navel to your breasts before he begins to knead and roll your hardened nipples between his fingers.

You start to wriggle underneath him, whimpering and arching your back so that your tits are pressed into the palms of his hands. San pushes your legs apart with his knee and finds a comfortable position between your legs, his thigh pressing against your clit. You lift your hips and press against his thigh in search of some relief from the fire in your centre. The way you moan as the soft, designer fabric stimulates your throbbing, sensitive ball of nerves makes San grin at you. 

"Mm, my angel, would you like a ride on my thigh?"

You nod desperately, clinging to his broad, muscular shoulders as he lifts you back up. As San leans back on the headboard and spreads his legs, you climb up on your knees and sit on his thigh. You can feel how muscular and juicy his thighs are, even through the fabric of his grey sweatpants. San is clearly the kind of guy who never misses out on leg day when he is working out at the gym. 

"C'mon, love, have a ride on me. Use me as a toy for your pleasure.". 

You begin to rub against his thigh, moaning out loud and closing your eyes as you head back as the waves of pleasure wash over your body one after the other. Your hips find the perfect rhythm, pressing harder and harder against him, putting extra pressure on your clit as San tightens the muscles of his thigh beneath your flowing pussy. Your excitement is dripping out of you, soaking into the fabric of his trousers and leaving a big wet spot on the grey fabric. Your hips move faster, your fingers grab San's shoulders, and your nails dig into the golden, smooth skin as the pressure of orgasm builds inside you. 

"Slow down, Angel." Seonghwa's voice commands you. You have been so consumed with pleasure that you don't even notice him moving from the chair to the edge of the bed, his dark, predatory gaze piercing you. You can almost feel the way his eyes are focused on the spot where your plump little pussy is rubbing against San's thigh. 

You reluctantly obey your boyfriend's command and slow down to a torturous pace that doesn't bring you the relief you are looking for at all but only adds to your broken, needy state. Because of the change in speed, you feel the pressure of your approaching orgasm slowly slipping away from you, leaving you with nothing. You open your eyes and pout your lips in the direction of Seonghwa, silently begging him to let you come. Even though it was your idea and now you're rubbing your needy cunt against San's thigh, Seonghwa is controlling. 

"This is my beautiful girl." Seonghwa says, brushing your sweat-soaked hair away from your face with his hand. His fingers run delicately along the line of your jaw. "Do you like fucking yourself on San's thigh, my angel?"

"Mmm, Hwa, it feels so good." You moan and press your pussy harder against San. 

Seonghwa crawls across the bed like a big cat until he's kneeling behind you, his hand gently touching your neck. The feel of his fingers against your throat sends shivers down your spine and makes your pussy clench around nothing. He slowly begins to curl his fingers around your throat, closing off your airway.

Your movement on San's thigh stops as the air leaves your lungs. Your eyes roll up as black dots begin to dance at the edges of your vision, and you begin to feel dizzy, gulping air with your mouth.

"Do you like San more than me, Angel? Do you like fucking him more than me, little slut?" He purrs in your ear, his hot breath blowing against your cheek. Seonghwa slowly loosens his grip on your neck but doesn't let go; his fingers are still pressed against your skin, leaving aggressive red marks. 

Your hips quiver as you inhale greedily, and you feel your chest rise and fall as the air fills your lungs.

"I asked you a question, Angel." Seonghwa demands. "Do you think that San can fuck you better than I can fuck you?" Seonghwa's voice is as sharp as glass, and there is jealousy hidden beneath the rough and domineering tone. He doesn't like you whimpering and moaning when San touches you. He hates the way you rub that sweet, pink cunt of yours so eagerly against his thigh, like a cat in heat. It has to be only for him. He wants to take you back to his place, making you moan and writhe, biting you, liking you, and tearing you apart until you realise you belong only to him. And seweety boy San is going to have to watch him do it. 

"N-no, Hwa, it's not like that." You gasp as his fingers start to squeeze your neck again.

"Do you think he can make you cum better than me?" Seonghwa whispers threateningly in your ear.

At this moment, San's hands are squeezing your thighs hard, and he starts to move you along his thigh again. 

"I think I can do it." San challenges Seonghwa, raising his sharp feline gaze. As the boys exchange heated glances, your hand slides down to your clit, hoping they're too distracted to notice. Before you can touch yourself, Seonghwa grabs your hand. 

"Don't you dare touch yourself, angel." He growls. "Get off his thigh. Now."

You do as he says, moving down San's thigh, leaving a large wet spot on the soft grey fabric of his trouser leg. When you sit back down on the bed, Seonghwa wastes no time in spreading your legs and sliding down to engulf your wet, sweet cunt. His tongue begins greedily and quickly to slide down your slit, lapping up the juices pouring out of you.

You squeal as his teeth claw at your clit, the sharp sensation of pleasure tingling your skin and causing a fresh load of slime to leak from your hole straight into your boyfriend's beautiful mouth. Your fingers tangled in his long black hair, holding on to the roots with all your might as his tongue worked you mercilessly. Seonghwa's long, talented tongue has no problem plunging into your hole and begins to lick your silky, warm walls, which contract around him in an attempt to keep the slippery appendage inside. 

"Ah, shit, Seonghwa. That feels so good..." You cry out, wriggling on the bed.

"Fuck!" San swears as he watches you rhythmically move your hips against Seonghwa's face, smearing your juices all over his cheeks and chin as he devours you like there's no tomorrow. And while San guessed that Seonghwa was great with his tongue and could easily fuck you into oblivion with just his mouth, the sight of that long appendage sliding in and out of your cunt made his body tense. A mixture of excitement and envy coursed through his veins like scalding lava. He can fuck you just as well as Hwa, and he hopes to prove it to you.

As if he could read San's mind, Seonghwa grins wickedly into your pussy and accelerates the movements of his tongue. His sensual, plump lips wrap around your swollen clit, sucking it roughly as his tongue mercilessly circles it. 

"Hwa, don't stop." God, you were almost on the edge. Hot pleasure boiled under your skin and curled in your stomach, threatening to explode at any moment. You screamed as a long finger entered you, and Seonghwa continued his assault on your sensitive clit. You wanted to cum so badly, and you had already been interrupted once when you rode on San's thigh. The orgasm that kept building up felt a hundred times more intense now.

"Please, Hwa." You whimper and push your cunt into his mouth.

"Not yet." San says, and you turn your eyes to him. San looks so fucked—his cheeks are flushed, his hair is dishevelled, and his lips are swollen—but the look in his eyes is sharp and hungry. He will take what he can from you, even if he won't be the one to make you cum, not yet. "She can't come yet, Hwa."

Hearing San's request, Seonghwa withdraws completely, pulling his beautiful mouth away from you with a slight "pop" sound before his finger slips out of your hole, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. You whimper pitifully, lifting your hips in a silent plea for him to come down on you again. Seonghwa just smiles lecherously, slurping the remains of your mucus from his sensual, swollen lips. 

"Seonghwa, you can't..." You moan and try to reach up and grab his shirt, but San stops you halfway. He pushes you back onto the bed before taking Seonghwa's place between your spread legs.

"God, angel, you're dripping." San moans softly and leans down to your pussy, so close that you can feel his hot breath against your sensitive folds, sending shivers through your entire body. He slides two fingers along your wet slit, pushing your labia apart to watch your little hole flow and clench around nothing before gently plunging them in. You moan at the new sensation and try to push against his fingers to feel them deeper. San's fingers are thicker and rougher than Seonghwa's, and the stretching stings slightly as he pushes them further in until they're inside you to the very base.

It's only a moment before San starts to thrust his fingers into your cunt, using all his strength to destroy you. Your screams bounce off the walls, mixing with San's moans, Seonghwa's low purr, and the most disgustingly loud squelching of your pussy. 

"Is he better than me?" Seonghwa says it suddenly, pulling you out of the fog of lust. His hand tangles in your curls, pulling your head towards him and demanding an answer. You can't give it, not when San's tongue meets your swollen clit. "Answer me."

"N-no!" You moan, hoping to please your boyfriend.

Hearing this, San becomes even more determined and insistent. He adds a third finger, stretching you even further. His lips circle your clit, sucking the bud into his hot, soft mouth. Damn, he was good. Sure, not as good as Seonghwa or Hongjoong, but that's a story for another time. 

But it was enough to make you squirm. You've long suspected that San has an oral fixation, and the way he sucked on your cunt confirmed it.

Your back arched on the bed as you gasped from the excess of sensation. Your pussy squeezes his fingers, feeling your stomach tens up as the fire passes through you.

"I'm so close." The spiral in your stomach bursts, and all you can see is white as you cum on San's fingers and tongue, a sharp scream in the form of his and Seonghwa's names coming from your lips, sounding like a garbled mess.

San quickly replaces your fingers with his lips and drinks everything you give him. Purring like a damn cat, he slides the tip of his tongue inside you and licks the stretched edge of your hole. You shudder as you begin to feel overstimulated as his mouth continues to lick and suck you even after your orgasm begins to dissipate. Seonghwa intervenes as you start to squirm and tears start to form in your eyes, grabbing San's hair and pulling him back.

"You're so delicious, angel, so sweet. I want more." San licks the remains of your slime from his lips. "I can't wait to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock. I promise I'll stretch you so much you'll feel like you're in heaven."

"Do you need a break, my angel?" Seonghwa asks as he leans down to kiss you. His lips are so soft and plump, and damn, it sends a new wave of excitement through your body.

"No." You say it, still out of breath but loud enough to be heard when Seonghwa pulls away from you. "I want you both. And I want it now."

[damned-desire]

Make love to me.

(Kazuha x Top Male Reader)

Reader making love to Kazuha. 1000+ words (I am insane) I love Kazuha so this is incredibly self indulgent. You have been warned. I also apologize in advance since it’s less smut and more.. emotional lol.

“To you my— oh fuck”, Kazuha whined, feeling you inside him as you touch his sensitive insides, unable to think of words— his mind was occupied by your touch. The feeling of your strong calloused hands make his mind wander into a world of elation. He was on top of you, his cute cock bouncing up and down as he tries his best to please you, soft moans left his velvety lips. A musical number you were all too familiar with as the soft squelching of his hole echoed across the room. His hands held onto your shoulders, clenching onto them for support as he tries to not collapse on your muscular figure; keeping his pace in fear of disappointing you.

“Use your words, my little dove. How will I be moved by your poem if you can’t even finish it?” You whispered into his ear, planting soft kisses on his neck, hands roaming around his petite body, there was possession in your touch, as though he was a treasure you held dearly. Your grasp alone drove him insane, legs shaking from the stimulation of your conquer, he loved that about you. The feeling of being monopolized made him breathless. “I’m sorry (M/N) I can’t.. I can’t” he replied, unable to think of anymore words as his mind was occupied with you. Your words, your body, the way you held him—all of it was enticing and addictive. You had him by the throat, and the only words that came out of his mouth were cries for forgiveness and pleasure. The poet was silent, utterly absorbed in the warmth of your crowded bodies, the friction of movement driving him insane.

You looked at him in adoration, eyes scanning his helpless figure. A mischievous smile was planted on your lips as you wrapped your hand around his sensitive cock, hands gripping on his waist, guiding him down your length. He shakes, unable to handle the force that you placed on his body. That was enough for Kazuha to start losing his mind, babbling your name like a mantra. “Please, please, please, please— (M/n) I can’t anymore.. please..” he looked at you, almost as if he was waiting for you to take the lead. The poem he wrote for you completely left his mind, the words of love he wished to profess were now lost to lust. Drunk in love with the feeling of unrivaled sensual gratification— in other words, he was far too indulged with the feeling of sex. His slutty nature was now up for show; only to you and only for you and you absolutely loved it. Although it was a shame that you couldn’t hear his words of devotion towards you, this was just as favorable.

“Tell me your desires, Zuha.” Your words sent a shiver down his spine; he grinds on you, yearning for more but too nervous to say anything, he tried to show you exactly what he wanted with his body. He moved sensually, looking like something straight out of a pornographic film. Kazuha seduced you with his passionate eyes and his marked body, the marks left by your wicked lips glistened in the moonlight. You were aware of his wants, his desire to feel you deeper inside him, to completely take over his body. He was a slave to your might— the power you hold over him was something indescribable, one word from your lips could already drive him to an orgasmic state. “Make love to me, (M/N).” He begged with his beautiful ruby eyes, burying his head on the nape of your neck, sultry breath making you shudder, the unexpected request caused you to be a little shy. “How could I deny such a request from my little dove?” You replied breathlessly, carrying the smaller man in your arms and leading him to your shared bed, placing him down on the soft mattress; cock still deep inside of him.

He quickly pulls you into a desperate kiss, it was messy, the taste of your saliva fused with his; creating a flavor of longing and complete worship. It was an aroma that you could only get from his peach colored lips. Your tongue skillfully mended with his as you move your hips to the rhythm of his quiet moans, reaching the deepest parts of his appetite, the shape of your member creating a curve on his stomach, kissing his lust with your cock.

It was slow and intimate, it felt all too wonderful. He wrapped his arms around you, hands roaming your back, feeling your muscles pulse with pressure. He pulls away from your lips as soft rivers of tears follow down his ivory cheeks; he looks at you for reassurance, wanting you to feel as euphoric as he does, the validation of your pleasure, he craves it. He wants only the best for you. He wants his body to satisfy you completely; get you addicted to him just as he is with you. You wipe away his tears, kissing his lips once more before whispering words of praise to him— removing his apprehensive thoughts about his body. When he’s with you, every movement, every word, and every emotion he feels is unconditional. His vulnerability, something he has a struggle with accepting, was something that you embraced wholeheartedly; with the way you’re touching him, the words you tell him, and the amount of times you reassure him, it made him feel so surreal.

He gasped, feeling himself get closer to his high as he tightens around you. “I’m close— (M/N) I’m close!”

“It’s alright, you can come. It’s okay.” You groaned, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm as well. “Let’s do it together.” He nods, replying only with a desperate whine.

You gave him one final thrust before completely letting yourself go inside of him, he wailed as he feels you fill him up and pull yourself out of his pulsating hole. His own juices covered his body as he feels yours slowly leak out of his insides. His chest moves up and down, body collecting itself after such an intense orgasm.

“Let’s get you cleaned up I’m sure you—“ He cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you beside him. He wraps his arms around your torso, burying himself in your warmth yet again. He hums, rubbing his face on your chest before resting his head on your limp arm. “Later..” he replied, slowly dozing off in your arms. You let out a soft chuckle, caressing his head with a kind of gentleness that a mother would give to her child. “Later”, you repeat, staring at his ethereal face, the moonlight serving him justice as it highlights every single beautiful part of his being.

[thefinalsnart]

Top 5 Link moments 👀

OH STELLA WHERE DO I BEGIN. I genuinely thought this would be easy but I had to go through and double check so many chapters, I ended up with double the amount of scenes and had to narrow it back down to just 5.

I haven't read the latest chapter yet but I know he's back again, so this might just have more tacked on later LMAO.

5. Link Fighting the Akuma in Hearst Orphanage

This was maybe the first time we got to see what Link could do, and where I really started to go "Now, who is this guy?" He only gets a couple licks in, but what he did for a 'civilian' was so impressive. I went with this page because the kick is just so incredible, and I love him talking about being a CROW-- "I have black wings." Love love love this whole scene.

(Also just before this, he carries Emilia and Timothy over his shoulder and jumps down a whole flight of stairs. That I didn't really remember until looking for these panels, but GOD does that really do it for me. Mr. Link please carry me over your shoulder like a bag of four.) 4. His 'Last Words'

I don't have a lot to say about this one. I love how Link can be a little sassy on occasion, and I just love his bitchy smirk as he delivers his 'last words.' His death CRUSHED me, but I can't lie he really served here.

3. His Backstory and the Thirds

I love love love not only Link, but the Third Exorcists as well. I wish we got to know more about them all. This also felt like such a sweet, rare little moment of Link opening up to Allen for once. Allen has talked to Link about Mana a bit at this point, but Link is still such a mystery. But it's also bittersweet! Kiredori and Goushi are dead, and they haven't a clue as to Tewaku, Tokusa, and Madaro's fates... In the pages before this Link has extra lines under his eyes, has he been sleeping? Has he been crying? I just love him so much. I hope someone asks about the Thirds in a discussion room one day so we might learn more about them and Link.

2. Link's Inner Conflict

First of all, this page is GORGEOUS. His expression, the tattoo in full view. But I love this scene because we start to see some more character development in Link. He's always been one to follow orders, and we see him wrestling with these decisions and the consequences they might have. He wants to save Allen, but Lvellie is pulling him to Nea. Who will he choose? I just love a character whose faith gets challenged. What are you going to do Link?

1. Link's Return from the Dead

Alternatively titled "Link's First Smile." I lost my MIND when he was revealed to be alive. And then he shows up in thigh highs and a slutty little turtleneck? The audacity. But what I love about this is that he's smiling. Even if it's just a ruse for Kanda, this is one of if not the first time we see Link smile? In one of the discussion rooms I believe Allen comments on how he always tried to get Link to laugh or smile, but he never could. As much as I love this scene, truly a Cunt vs Cunt moment, it also stresses me out so much. Link what do you have planned? Where will this lead him? Will you ever be free of Lvellie? Do you even want to be free of Lvellie?

He tortures me. I love him so much and he tortures me!!

Bonus: I'll leave you with Link's sexy little Artificial Exorcist Arc outfit

Also thank you so much to the website d-gray-man-manga for all the pages! I went through their translations/scans to jog my memory and grab these panels.

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

ANTISOCIAL. -l.hs.

- summary ; when the popular jock starts finding interest in the new girl, hell breaks lose. she eventually gives in and he shows her exactly why he's popular.

- warnings ; eventual smut, rough sex, bondage, degrading, mentions of drugs/alcohol, asshole heeseung, heeseung calls oc slutty.

READ UNDER THE CUT!

"he won you over again, seriously? " sunghoon grumbles in disappointment, looking at his new friend. "I didn't mean for that to happen, you know how seductive he is, but I genuinely think he won't do the same." jia tries to excuse herself.

"okay well, you're old enough to make your own choices, but seriously, be careful and just know what you're getting yourself into. " he holds her hand, making her smile and hold his hand back.

"don't worry sunghoon, I'm aware of the possibilities that could happen." she sighs and squeezes his hand tightly.

"as I said, call me if he does anything. I'll come pick you up even if it's 2 in the morning. " he gives her a small smile, jia leaning her head onto his shoulder. even though they met a couple of days ago, the two feel comfortable with eachother already, and they're both thankful for that.

HEESEUNGS APARTMENT.

"thanks bro. I wouldn't know what to do without you. " heeseung gives jay a bro-hug, thanking him for the opportunity to make up with his (possible) love interest.

"no problem, but you owe me, I helped you fix this fuck up. " he pats his back in return and heads for the door.

"use protection kiddo. " jay shouts as he's now further away from heeseung.

"im older than you, jackass! " heeseung laughs, jay leaving the apartment. jia is supposed to come soon. he's spent most of the day cleaning up and making his room look at least somewhat tidy.

"why am I nervous? " he sighs and sits down on the couch. he knows he fucked up and he wanted to make it up to her, yet he was afraid it wouldn't work.

he's never been one to put in much effort, so this was a new experience for him. losing her didn't seem like a threat in the first place, but now he's realised how important she is.

a sudden knock is heard. he feels his entire body freeze, before snapping out of his daze and running over to open the door.

shit. why does she look so beautiful? his mouth falls open at the sight of her. did she purposely wear such a short dress? probably. he really can't wait to take it off tonight. shit he hasn't let her in yet-

"um hey. come in" he smiles awkwardly before scrunching his eyebrows at his awkwardness.

she gives him a small smile, making herself comfortable on his well known couch.

he struts away from the door and walks over to her. he stands in front of her sitting figure and he leans over to hold her soft fingers.

"you look breathtaking as always, doll. " he smiles at her, receiving a weak laugh. "can say the same about you, hee. " she holds his hands tightly in hers.

he uses their closure as a advantage to pull her up, leaning in to kiss her.

she doesn't hesitate before kissing him back deeply, and passionately. their romantic moment doesn't last long, as both of their desires for each other become stronger by the second.

jia gives him one more kiss before pulling away. the pout on his lips making her giggle at how adorably desperate he looks right now.

"let's take this to the bedroom, yea? " she offers and takes his hand once more. he leads her over to his safe place, setting her down on the soft bed.

he quickly unzips his pants, letting his dick spring up to his abs. even though she's already seen and felt it, she still gasped at the sight. it was leaking with precum and looked incredibly hard. no matter how many times she'll have it in her, jia will always wonder how it's gonna fit.

his hand settled into her hair, groaning softly at her kitten licks on his tip.

"that's it doll, you're doing perfect. " he praises her, resulting in a hum around his dick. the sensation made it feel even better, as she started bobbing her head up and down and hollowing her cheeks.

"shit-! if you keep sucking me that hard, I'll cum soon. " he groans in pleasure, her mouth working wonders.

her warm tongue travelled from his base back to his bright red tip, her hand stroking around the bottom of his member.

minutes pass and heeseung feels as if he's in cloud nine. his own hand didn't make him feel this good, and he's done that way more often.

his grip around her hair tightens, as her movements get harsher and faster.

"keep going doll, I'm c-close. " he whimpers in the hottest way possible. jia was already wet from just tasting him in her mouth, that his sweet noises made her panties drenched in her own fluids once again.

he slams his dick into her throat, desperately needing the realease. the way she kept gagging made him even more aroused, if that was even possible.

he continued throat fucking her tight throat until he couldn't anymore.

"fuck I'm cumming! " he announces before letting out the sluttiest moans she's ever heard in her entire life. jia swallows every last drop of his hot cum, savoring the taste like it's her last meal.

fairly understable though, anyone with the opportunity to give lee heeseung head would treat him like a God.

she pulls away, licking her lips. "did you like it? " she looks up at him. fuck she looks so fuck able right now, he might lose control over his own actions if she keeps looking at him with teary eyes like that.

"yes, doll, I like anything you give me. " he praises her, overcoming his orgasm.

"come on baby lay down. " heeseung pats her outside thighs. she happily lays down on her back. she spreads her legs, a wave of arousal scent hitting his nose. he walks over to a drawer, taking out a red string. she sits up in confusion, "what's that? ".

"something to keep you in place, baby. " he ties the red string around her hands, tying them to the bedpost.

he licks his lips, getting on his knees right in front of her wet cunt.

he gives kitten licks to her clit, loving the sweet taste. "stop t-teasing hee." her annoyed whines making him chuckle. "be patient baby. I want you to enjoy every second of it. " he goes back licking her bundle of nerves, her legs attaching themselves around his neck.

"fuck baby, you're so good at this. " jia moans repeatedly, feeling herself close.

her body keeps moving around, which is something he didn't want. he stops his movements, and looks up at her. " baby, if you keep moving like this, I'll have to stop."

he manages to tighten the string, most likely leaving a mark. she gives out a whine and quietly mutters a okay.

his movements get faster as he begins to suck harshly. she feels the coil tightening in her stomach once again as he adds a finger into her hole.

"fuck keep going! ", he starts pumping in his long, slim finger in and out of her heat, her fluids continue leaving her body moments before she finishes.

he manages to fit a second finger into her tight cunt as she finishes all over his tongue and fingers. her moans are full of pleasure and ecstasy.

she calms down, breathing heavily. heeseung orders her to open her mouth, and shoves his fingers covered in cum into her mouth.

"nngh!-" her surprised noise gets muffled as he keeps his fingers in her mouth. "like how you taste baby? so fucking slutty."

his cock hardens at the sight of her eyes rolling back, her tight throat stuffed full once again.

he takes out his fingers, leaving her breathless. his demeanour changing at the sight of her worn out figure.

"you wanna keep going baby or should I run you a bath? "

she sighs and looks over at him. "bath please. " they give each other a quick smile and a light kiss before he runs off to start a bath.

"gosh he's so cute. " a giggle asounds from her fucked out throat.

they continue bathing eachother, having some sexual scenes here and then. even if it's been less than a week, heeseung feels as if he's matured, all thanks to her.

now they'll be together happily, without anyone else breaking them apart..

hahahaha they didn't fuck😛sorry for the lack of sex I'm just extremely lazy to write it but hope u enjoyed this foreplay scene

[whitegoldtower]

Reworked Corryn and have given him better names/titles that are more lore friendly

His full name is Corryn Calaegar Limdur Mab aep Llaw Ereint

Meaning: Corryn, Light-bearer, Sparkling Son of the Silver Handed.

With his titles added (after his family name, Llaw Ereint): The Giant of Summerset, The Keen, Wyrmspeaker, Dread of the Atmoran and Knight of Auriel.

Why? Because he’s a big boy. A big fucking boy whose family fled to the Summerset Isles to get away from both the Dwemer and the Atmorans, he is a v talented swordsman and can speak the dragon language. Dread of the Atmoran pertains to the irony of him being a Falmer Dragonborn: Talos and Ysgramor would shit their little pants, and Knight of Auriel points at him being very devout in his faith.

As far as his personality goes, he’s pretty young and sprightly, but quiet and listens more than he speaks. He loves both of his parents and all of his siblings. He’s the eldest child. His favourite colour is orange, he would behead a man for a meat pie, and he eats double his body weight in apples, because apparently 500 apples a day keeps Talos away and whatnot. (he just really likes apples. They’re the ideal snack) He enjoys the finer things in life, but also gets excited by the prospect of sleeping under the stars. He is very affectionate and doesn’t hesitate to kiss the homies. He sees sex as a fun bonding activity between friends, and views it as a platonic thing as much as a romantic thing. He has a falling out with Nebarra? Have sex and make up. Telmiltarion isn’t feeling too good? Let’s get those endorphins up. Nearly lost Rimron? Have a night of passion to show your appreciation. His feelings for Caryalind?

Caryalind doesn’t do casual sex, and Corryn respects that. When they do come to it, though, the difference in how he sleeps with his friends versus how he sleeps with Caryalind will be very obvious.

At the same time, he doesn’t quite understand the concept of sex being something just reserved for one person, or the custom of marriage before sex. He was never taught the taboo by his parents. Why do you think he has so many siblings and half siblings? And so many aunts and uncles? The snow elves like to spread the love.

Anywho, how tf did he get to Skyrim and why?

Well, he got nabbed trying to avoid tolls and guards to get into Skyrim (naughty little shit). He was trying to get into Skyrim because his father - an old fashioned sort of nobleman - decided that it was about time he flew the nest and spent at least a good ten years proving himself worthy of his title of ‘Knight of Auriel’.

Appearance-wise (I’ll be posting pics of him soon dw), he’s extremely tall - most Altmer are up to his shoulders, he has long white hair, snow-white skin and icy blue eyes. He’s more on the muscular side, and he has that good fat tits + slutty waist combo. He’s got thick thighs, an imposing figure and a very sharp but graceful face. Weirdly enough, his smile makes him friend shaped and when he blushes it’s incredibly visible. His voice-claim is James Callis (Alucard from Netflix Castlevania). He has the Elgarnan vallaslin (I thought it was most fitting for a knight of Auriel)