#slightly unbutton the white shirt.... just a lil

[arrowpunk]

Oh I am feeling SO gender tonight and I love it

[fairy-hub]

“𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! cocksucking/face fucking, sugar daddy!gojo/sugar baby!reader, spitting, fingering, choking you with their cock, praise/degradation, daddy/mama/princess, sucking, kissing and massaging their balls, cum swallowing, overstimulation, ‘just the tip’, smacking your ass, one cunt slap, established relationships

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! Ya know what's really hot? Guys with their belts undone! I don't know why but I love it! Like, imagine nanami getting ready for work, still damp from the shower, coming out of the bedroom with his pants and belt on but not done up. He's looking for something and you're just staring at the little bit of hair peaking above the band of his briefs. I would die. Ooo, or maybe gojo gets home from work on a hot day and sits on the couch (man spreading because, duh, it's gojo) undoes his jacket and belt to cool down a bit but little does he know you're going to make him heat up again! He would look so good leaning back with his pants undone like that, I mean, that's just asking for a blow job, right?

𝐅𝐞𝐲: you came you cooked and YOU FUCKIN’ SERVED 🤤 my mind went straight to Kento with a towel over his face, imagine surprising him when he’s laying down like that. Also it makes me believe he has a low energy skin care routine to keep clean but he doesn’t bother with the dark circles since the bags have bags after he gets off work

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Needy cries carry through the cozy apartment into the bedroom, “Sugar pie! Honeybee! Darling! Light of my light! Your Satoru has been cooked alive! It’s too hot outside!” You sit up pushing the covers back to get out of bed.

Smiling as you head into the living room where Satoru lounges with his phone and various sweets scattered around him. His pale face flushed pink from the heat.

His jacket was abandoned on the back of the sofa. His white shirt is unbuttoned, framing thick pecs and hard abs. Satoru's white happy trail leads your gaze toward the dark band of his underwear.

His belt is undone, zipper is pushed down showcasing a prominent bulge of his soft cock. Sparking an idea whilst getting you wet between your legs. "I missed you."

Satoru smirks, "Why wouldn't you? I'm a delight!" You slip the baggy shirt off dropping it on the floor. He tilts his head back slightly and slips his finger under his blindfold. He's so eternally beautiful with his piercing blue eyes.

His cheeks flush a darker pink, "I missed you too sweetheart." You walk up to kneel between his legs, rubbing Satoru’s hard cock.

Looking up at him and insisting, "Of course you did! You adore me too much, all day long you’ve been thinkin’ about coming home time.” Kissing his cock through his underwear. “You have a slutty cock getting so hard without me even touching me."

His cheeks flush a darker pink. "I can’t help mama, you’re stunning.” You slide your hand up his hard abs and squeeze a handful of his pec, digging your nails in.

Biting Satoru’s abs causing him to momentarily flex and whine. "Nnnfuck!" Yanking your head back by a handful of your hair. "Tell me what my pretty lil’ princess wants from her sugar daddy."

Smiling whilst massaging his hardening cock through his underwear. You smile, "I wanna suck your cock daddy. You look suck-able sitting on the sofa belt unbuckled, manspreading like a whore." Satoru lets your hair go and lifts his hips up enough for you to slide his pants and underwear down.

Satoru shrugs his shirt off, placing it over the back of the sofa. "I'm the whore? You're the one who dropped to their knees at the sight of me." You grab his cock, kissing his pale pink head.

You insist, "By the time I did you were already rock hard and wet with pre-cum from just looking at me." Licking his head clean then bobbing your head whilst massaging his balls.

Satoru pushes your head down gagging you with his long, veiny cock. "Nnnmama you sound so hot gagging on my cock." With his cock deep in your throat Satoru stands up to fuck your mouth.

Admiring the sight of your soft lips around his cock, Satoru smirks and croons, “Dumb lil slut, the moment you saw me all you could think about is my cock." Gliding his cock out spitting on your face before stuffing his cock back in.

His spit drips down your cheek as he fucks your throat. When you let his balls go they smack your chin. He groans, “Look up at me beautiful.” Your eyes are watering from gagging on his cock. “Awe my lil slut is cryin’ already. I hope my cock too much for you.”

You grab Satoru’s thigh, digging your nails in eliciting a needy whine from him. Spreading your legs apart and pushing your underwear aside, gliding finger between your lips and smearing your slick on your clit.

Satoru glides his cock out then sits back down, yanking you close by your hair. “Get to suckin’ mama, play with both of us.” Slapping your face with his cock, then nudging your soft lips.

Opening your mouth to slowly glide Satoru's cock in deep, gagging around him. Then gliding him out burying your face into his large balls, you softly suck his fat nut-sack. Whilst stroking his cock with steady, swirls of your hand.

You moan with a mouth full of Satoru's balls, rubbing your clit faster. Getting off on feeling like a dirty whore with his sweaty balls in your face. You glide two fingers down inside yourself

His phone beside him rings. "Hey! I'm getting my cock sucked for manspreading like a pretty whore. What's up Suguru?"

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Ice clinks in Kento's glass of whisky as he takes a sip. He squeezes a white hand towel over a steaming bowl of water. The veins on his large hand and thick forearm are eye-catching.

He softly sets his glass down. "It's late you should get some sleep." The pink scratches leading down his broad, sculpted chest are reminders of last night.

You warmly smile at Kento and insist to him, "I like waiting up for you my Love." Sliding his fingers through his soft blonde hair. Laying his head back to spread the towel over his face.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. You bite your lip whilst admiring his large bulge. His cock is so thick even when soft. "Sweetheart I love you so much." Kento takes the hand towel off his face and lifts his head, giving you a gentle, loving smile.

You walk over and kneel in front of him, "I love you too daddy." Softly kissing Kento's soft cock through his underwear. You grab his pants, and he lifts his hips enough for you to tug them down his thick thighs.

Tossing his pants aside he groans spreading his legs apart further. "That's it Daddy relax n' lemme take care of you." Kissing along his cock and taking Kento's thick head into your mouth. Slowly bobbing your head, spit drips down his cock.

Stroking the rest of Kento with steady swirls of your fist. "What did I do to deserve coming home to you?" Kento groans, rutting his hips and setting the hand towel in the bowl.

You glide Kento's fat cock out with a soft pop. "What didn't you do?" Using both of your hands to stroke his long cock. Your fingertips can't touch, Kento is too thick.

You lovingly explain, "You're a loving, gorgeous man who treats me wonderfully. I'm happy I get you all to myself for the next two days." Kissing along his muscular thighs. "We can keep the curtains closed walking around naked." You bite his thighs softly, licking a short strip towards Kento's soft balls.

You softly kiss his cock head and look up at him. "I can give you breakfast in bed." Sucking his sensitive head with needy moans then gliding him out with a soft pop. "Later on I can rub you down in oil n' give you a massage." Gliding half of him into your slack jaw mouth, stroking the rest of his cock.

Massaging Kento's large, warm balls with your other hand. "We can cook together; take a turn massaging the other-fuck your mouth feels wonderful," he groans, "so warm and wet." Softly jerking his hips, pushing your head down shoving his fat cock deeper into your mouth.

Kento pulls his hand away, "Sorry my darling nnnn." Then grips the edge of the sofa. Sliding his hand through his soft blond hair, slicking it back, pulling stray strands out of his eyes.

He warns, "Beautiful, I'm going to cum if you don't stop." Bobbing your head faster, deep throating his cock and groaning. Kento trembles, tilting his head back, his lips parting with a deep moan. Thick cum trickles and then spurts into your mouth.

Slowly gliding Kento's cock out of your mouth, swallowing his cum. Cum drips down the side of Kento's fat head and over the puffy thick vein. You kiss his balls and croon, "I know you got more for me."

You lick the trail of cum then suckling on his sensitive cock head. Swirling your tongue around him, then flattening your tongue to glide him along his tongue. Kento loudly whimpers, "Mama please fuck!" Lightly resting his large hand on top of your head.

Bobbing your head faster keeping his cock from getting soft. His thighs tremble as he digs his heels into the carpet. "Nnn!" You glide him out with a soft pop and stand up, straddling his hips.

You line Kento's fat cock with your soaking wet cunt, gliding him between your lips. Kento insists with a breathy whine, "Nnnmy Love let me stretch your pretty cunt with my fingers, make sure my cock is easier to take." Rubbing his head between your lips, soaking him.

You lean forward kissing one of the pink scratches on his thick pecs. "You're so thoughtful Daddy, how about I take just the tip. I've really missed you; I want to feel your hard cock inside me." You softly moan, taking pleasure in how Kento's fat head stretches your soft cunt.

Kento soft squeezes your side, sliding his large hand along your body. "I've missed you too beautiful Mama. You're soft and warm, I've missed us spending time together." Massaging your cheek, helping you slowly bounce on his cockhead.

"We can catch up by making breakfast, and then snuggling up with a movie, show, or book, your choice." He leans down for a passionate, tender kiss, slipping his tongue in when you part your lips.

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢

Hiromi is lounging on the sofa taking several large gulps of bourbon. Following it with a long drag off his cigar. Smoke drifts past his lips as he rants, "I need more than a drink n' a smoke after the day I had." He untucks his shirt and quickly undoes his belt and zipper.

His tie haphazardly rests around his neck with the knot hanging low. Several buttons on his shirt are undone showing his flawless large, firm pecs. His chest is so beautifully sculpted.

You walk over to Hiromi, leaning down and sliding your hand up Hiromi's thigh towards his undone belt and zipper. Whilst suggesting, "How about I take your mind off it for a little while daddy?" Gently massaging his thighs close to his soft cock and balls. "Give you a treat for working hard today n' putting up with so much bullshit."

A smile stretches across his lips, "Let me take my jacket and shirt off." He sets his glass down as you stand up.

You insist, "Lean forward I'll do that for you, then we can go for a shower. I can scrub you down, we can order a late bite to eat then fall asleep with the tv on." Hiromi scoots forward puffing on his stubby cigar, then ashes it out. You push the jacket off his broad shoulders, the sleeves are snug on his muscular arms.

Hiromi's loving smile is heartwarming "I love it when you take care of me Mama." You set his jacket and shirt aside on the sofa. then kiss his forehead.

You kneel between his thighs, fondling his cock whilst crooning, "It's a pleasure to Daddy, I get to feel up on you while I do." You grab Hiromi's pants, prompting him to lift his hips for you to pull down his underwear and pants.

Following his dark happy trail with your fingertip, "It's so hot how your thick, heavy cock hangs." Lifting his cock up, admiring how thick and veiny Hiromi is. "You have such a beautiful cock." You look up at Hiromi and lick his cockhead clean of pre-cum.

Opening your mouth, gliding his cock in, and slowly bobbing your head. Getting wet from Hiromi's deep raspy groans. "Fuuuck mama your mouth is divine." Deepthroating his cock with a groan, he ruts his hips, pushing your head down when you lift up.

He grabs a handful of your hair, gliding his cock out. Causing it to fall onto his balls with a soft plop. "Do you mind if I fuck out a little frustration?"

You smile, "Whatever you need Daddy." Hiromi lets your hair go and leans down to kiss your forehead. He grabs your baggy shirt causing you to lift your hands for Hiromi to slip it off, setting it with his clothes.

He instructs, "Stand up for me then." You stand up and he hooks a finger into your underwear, pushing them down, kissing your clit.

When you sit down Hiromi asks, "Give me a sip of wine." You grab the glass of bourbon and straddle his hips. You take a sip then softly kissing Hiromi, parts his lips for the cool liquor.

Hiromi roughly smack your ass when you pull away. "That was good lil' mama." He softly slaps your cunt, then slides two thick fingers in. "Lay down so I can smack your soft cheeks and finger your cunt into a juicy mess before I fold you in a mating press against a wall." Keeping his fingers in you as you lay down, face near his cock. Which he lines up with your soft lips.

Slowly pumping his long, thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt. Stuffing your mouth with his cock when you moan. Shoving your head down and groaning, "Nnn that’s it choke on my fat cock Mama." Your cunt clenches his fingers as he pulls your head up by your hair.

Your soft cunt squelches as he pumps his fingers faster. "Your cunt so loud for me, telling me how much she missed me. I missed feeling her too, so warm, soft, and soaking wet." Spit drips down your chin and your eyes sting with tears whilst Hiromi makes you deepthroat his fat cock.

all works!

[erensangel444]

obsessing over eren again sorry

you were fumbling to get the key into the keyhole, eren laughing softly at your antics before you finally got it in. you twisted the key to the right, unlocking the door and pushing it open. 

you walked through the living room, eren trailing behind you as you made your way into the bedroom, full on jumping and plopping onto the bed. 

you felt eren’s hand brush against the top of your thigh, coming up to pull your skirt back down over your ass. he laughed softly at you lying on the bed, jumping up and plopping down beside you, the action making you giggle loudly.

you turned to look at him, finding eren’s eyes were already on you, a soft smile on his face. “had so much fun tonight, ren,” you were pretty sure you slurred that sentence, but you know eren didn’t mind.

“me too, angel,” he sat up now, scooting up to lean against the headboard. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, he was just so pretty. his white collar tee was unbuttoned, and a few wisps of his brown hair were falling from the half-up, half-down hairstyle he head, framing his face.

“you’re so pretty, baby, you know that?” you said, coming up to perch yourself atop eren’s lap. eren smiled up at you, his eyes fluttering between your eyes and your lips. “n you’re so pretty did ya’know that?” 

eren began to litter kisses all over you, starting at your neck, drifting to your collarbone, lingering at your shoulder, and slyly pushing the spaghetti strap of your dress down. 

“so pretty could jus’ kiss all over you all day,” eren mumbled into your skin, pushing the other strap of your dress down. “could be my new job,” he laughed softly, looking up at you as he pulled your dress down over your breasts, your nipples going stiff at the rush of cold air and eren’s proximity.

“huh? what do you think pretty girl?” eren continued, his hands coming down to your backside, lifting you higher in his lap so that he could wrap his lips around your nipple with ease. 

you were unable to form words, panting as you watched eren play with your breasts. he had always been infatuated with your tits, finding any moment to squeeze them, kiss at them. your favorite was when he would give them a quick squeeze in public, resulting in a slap on the hand and you chastising him. 

“where’d you go, pretty girl?” eren pulled away from your nipple, pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. he looked so pretty, his lips slick with spit giving them a slight shine under the dim light of your bedroom, his pupils dilated.

“get your tits played with n suddenly you can’t talk anymore, is that it?” eren was enjoying teasing you now. he always loved the fact that he could make you like this. and he wasn’t stupid enough to miss your not-so-subtle grinding against his thigh. 

you shook your head at his statement, eren laughing softly, “oh so you can talk?” he teased, his hands groping at your breasts. “then you gotta tell me what you want, baby,”

you were whimpering now, and eren shifted you so you sat right over his cock. you continued to move your hips, the action making eren throw his head back with a low moan. 

“w-want you,” you sighed softly. you knew your panties were drenched by now, and you couldn’t take anymore teasing. “need you inside please, ren’, need you.”

“all you had to say, angel,” eren said, flipping you over onto your back and peeling his shirt over his head.

you would never get tired of looking at eren. his toned abdomen, the way his v-line dipped into his hips. “you like what you see?” eren laughed softly, “sit up for me a lil’, baby.”

you did as told, lifting your butt off the bed ever-so-slightly so that eren could peel your dress of completely. above you, eren’s eyes trailed down your body, stopping at your soaked underwear. 

“aw you’re drenched, pretty girl,” he said, thumbing at your clit through your underwear. “you need me to fill you up that bad?” eren asked, to which you nodded your head, practically delirious at this point. 

“alright jus be patient for me, baby” eren said softly, standing up from the bed. coming down with his sweats was his boxers, revealing his leaking cock. 

eren, still standing, grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him at the edge of the bed. he was pressed right up against you now, his cock laying over your stomach. 

eren loved to do this, to show you how deep he would go every time he was inside of you. to remind you that he was the only one who could hit all those spots. 

eren wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, sliding his tip between your dripping slit. every so often, the tip of his cock would bump against your clit, causing you to jolt softly with a whimper, prompting a soft chuckle from eren.

his free hand came down to your hip, softly rubbing circles into your side, “you ready for me?” eren spoke, eyes set on yours. 

“please, ren’,” you said, voice airy. eren just grinned before pushing his tip into your hole. he was met with slight resistance at first, but the second his tip pushed inside of you, the two of you were throwing your heads back and letting out simultaneous moans.

slowly, but surely, eren was pressing into you, inch by inch. 

finally, he was pressed fully inside of you, and you could feel his cock twitch as you squeezed around him. “fuck,” eren sighed, nails digging into your hips now, “always milk my cock so good, baby.”

you were in heaven. just eren’s cock filling you up and stretching you out was enough to have you entering that hazy space. “need you t-to,” you were saying softly, eren slowly sliding in and out of you. 

“huh? what d’ya need, angel?” eren spoke softly, voice slightly hoarse. “need you to pound me,” you said in a quick breath, hips grinding towards eren’s. 

“pretty girl wants to be fucked like a slut,” eren grinned, “i should’ve known better than to try and take it slow, huh?” 

“your wish is my command.” eren said before pulling out to the point where his cock was barely inside of you and then slamming back in. 

you were in for a long night. 

i am 5ever an eren girl n im not sorry

i decided to maybe split this into two parts depending on the feedback! so if you’d want to see a part two, let me know!! thank you so much for reading, and i hope you are good n happy n healthy and im sending you lots of love<33

[lazyjellyfish300]

Down Bad

Peter B. Parker x AFAB Stripper!Reader

Synopsis: quick blurb-just another night on the job, until you meet a down bad handsome divorcee with cash to blow on a one night stand. WC: 841

A/N: here's a lil something for the Peter B. hive while I work on dbf!Peter B. Part 2! Sorry it's taking me a sec bc it'll probably be a long one😮‍💨

CW: MINORS DNI, smut(protected p in v, handjob, dry humping, edging, reader is more of a Dom), stripper/client relationship, prostitution

Part 2

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Normally you don't go home with your clients, but when you jokingly said to the handsome man with a five o'clock shadow and puppy brown eyes that you'll be his for the rest of the night if he gives you $5,000 and sure enough he pulled out multiple bands of cash from a small black duffle,(all of his investment money he got back from selling his failing restaurant), you thought you were dreaming.

Eyes widening as he counted it in front of you, sending your live location to the bouncer, you couldn't believe it as you slid in the backseat of the Uber, his warm hand on your inner thigh. 

You gaze up at him curiously when he's not looking, his face a little more visible out of the anonymous dark light of the strip club that tended to make strange faces more enticing when paired with imbibement.

However, this man had just as much, if not more beauty than you were originally under the impression he possessed. His charm balanced with just the right amount of ruggedness that was so irresistible in an older man. 

But, he's chatty, this one. You find yourself equal parts annoyed and amused, unable to tell if he's always like this or this is nervous energy coming from having such a pretty thing like you in his bed. He smirks as he watches you unbutton his shirt, the sexiest dimple in his cheek. 

"Eager are we?" he teases.

"Shut up." You retort in your honeyed tone, bringing one of your knees to his crotch, pushing him backwards towards the bed.

 

"Aa-ah!" Peter's eyelids droop heavenly at the pressure against his cock, sinking down onto the bed with a groan.

He chuckles, "You're a feisty one...."

"You're a loud one." You say simply, mirroring his smirk, as you straddle his lap, still clad in your dancer's outfit from the club, high heels on your feet. 

You roll your hips against his bulge as you unzip his pants, earning a deep groan from Peter. 

"Fuck, sweetheart..." 

He freezes as you hold his cock in your hand, squeezing the shaft, trying to put off the sensation of your mouth watering as you felt the slight curve of his cock as you explored his length, realizing he's packing down there meaning more fun for you later. 

"Oh you're big..." You murmur, starting to stroke him up and down as you line him up with your clothed pussy, beginning to gently hump against him. 

Peter pants, giving you a smug smile.

"Big enough for you baby?" 

He places one hand to his side to steady himself on the bed with you in his lap while his other slides up your thigh, squeezing it as it travels and grips your asscheek. 

You smack his hand sharply, he retreats it in alarm.

 "Ah!" A look of shock in his stupidly pretty brown eyes. 

"Hands off." You command. "Not til I say you can..."

Peter huffs out a puff of air, a little look of amusement and wonder on his face. Why did he find this kind of hot? 

"You got protection, sweetheart?" You return to sweetness, tilting your head slightly as you use one of your hands on his chest to recline him against the pillows.  

Peter gulps, "Y-yes." 

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Moments later you hum quietly, bobbing over the angry tip of his cock that has a condom on it, biting your lip as you feel his mushroom tip softly nudge against your pussy, the latex and the lubing gel sending a cooling sensation as you squelch around his tip, finally letting out a loud moan as you let yourself sink down just a little bit more. 

Peter grunts, his hairy chest heaving up and down, knuckles white as he grips the sheets for dear life, an almost pained expression on his face,

"Baby please..."

You ignore him, letting yourself focus solely on pleasuring yourself with Peter's cock, drawing out his fat tip, dragging it in circles, letting it slide and massage vertically until it nuzzles that sweet spot on your clit. 

"Ah....ahh....fuck...look at you..." Peter's eyes melt with pleasure at the lusty sight of you enjoying yourself. 

"Feels good, using me...?" He whispers.

 

"Mhmm..." You answer with your eyes closed.

Without warning, you slam yourself down his length, both of you gasping sharply then surrendering to breathy moans as you begin rocking your hips back and forth on Peter's cock, finally letting him squeeze your breasts when he laid there and let you use him like the good boy he was for you. 

"God baby..." He murmurs, your passionate movements causing his voice to shake slightly as you ride him, already inching steadily towards his climax.

"You're...such an angel.... fuck!" 

He groans when you stop moving.

"You don't cum til I say you can." 

You draw your hips out and back, an agonizing slow roll as you envelope his cock in your warm cunt, Peter hissing air through his teeth at the taste of moving while inside of you again. 

He was in for a long night.

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@leonsbimbogf @thatone-writer @spider-mon-de-parker

[itoshi-s]

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 - lingerie / nightwear they buy you !

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*.✧ ft. itoshi brothers, bachira meguru (part 2 soon? |･ω･))

*.✧ nsfw/ 18+ only / minors dni ! fem bodied reader. all characters are aged up and 20+. cw: dom! sae, light bondage, rin is soft when in love <3, bachira loves tits, light nipple play.

*.✧ luckily, your boy's player worth is enough to dress you in luxury.

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𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞

sae isn't actually as complicated as he looks - his taste is simple yet timeless, which is surprising for his young age but doesn't sound as weird if you consider the years he's spent in europe. he's seen plenty luxury shops when strolling through madrid, a few pieces catching his eye from the display, and in these moments he's very glad of how attentive he is to you and everything you say. (he keeps your exact sizes in the back of his mind, always receiving praise from the store's staff. it honestly makes him roll his eyes - listening and paying attention to you is the bare minimum, so why are these women going so crazy over it?)

the first time he comes home to you with a neat, elegant package, you scold him the second you see the brand name. "are you crazy?! do you know how expensive this is?" you exclaim, trying to scold him, but sae has to hold back an amused smile at your attempts to hide the excitement the god save queens box sparked.

"obviously," he states cooly, watching intently as you gently set the box down on the dining table, carefully undoing the bow, "I bought it after all. might be in debt now." sae smirks at the side-eye you give him, turquoise orbs still trained on your face to drink up your expression.

your fingers are ridiculously delicate when handling the see through mesh, as if in disbelief, "sae- you really are insane," you laugh, "I can't take th-"

"oh, shut it," he's quick to interrupt you, brows furrowing but you know him well enough to see that he's just slightly irritated. (funny how love can change a person. it's not like sae is always this patient with people.) "you can, and you will take this. now, I want you to go and change into it, give me a lil' show. can you do that f'me?"

sae places a warm hand on the small of your back, pinky finger slipping past the waistband of your jeans just the tiniest bit - enough to make you shudder. "yeah," you mutter, cheeks reddening, "f'course, baby."

now, you see, sae pays a lot of attention to details. he's not big on lace or patterns, but he does love precision and handcraft. the angela dress is a hassle to get on and to adjust perfectly to your figure, but goddamn is it worth it. you don't even try to reason with him when the package delivers to your house unexpectedly, nearly driving you to a heart attack when you unbox the contents.

"we hav'ta go to the event," sae reasons with a shrug, "I might as well show you off."

surely, he does. the amount of looks the two of you receive that night is countless - and this time, the reason's not just sae himself. you truly are a sight for sore eyes, cleavage perfectly accentuated,every little curve of your silhouette hugged by the bondage-like design.

"see," sae smiles slightly as he presses a kiss to your hairline, pulling you to his side firmly, "I told ya already. you're my prettiest little thing."

bonus !

"a-ah-!" you yelp in surprise, the sudden tug on the leash making your body jolt forward and almost stumbling off the bed as your palms hit the mattress. the cold, gold plated metal digs into the flesh on your back, forcing out an arch as you pant out a, "sae, what- what's gotten into you?"

you try to play dumb, but the scene has already played out so many times behind your bedroom doors - you just end up looking silly in sae's eyes. you risk a glance up at your boyfriend's face, feeling the wetness between your thighs slowly trickle down as you gulp thickly. sae's standing tall in front of you, one hand working on unbuttoning his white shirt while the other firmly holds the leash. looping the chain around his knuckles, sae tugs you forward, almost to the point where your nose smooshes against the hard bulge in his slacks.

"stop playin' dumb," he clicks his tongue while reaching a hand down to stroke a thumb over your cheekbone, firmly, before gripping your jaw in a quick motion. the action startles you, doe eyes widening even further as you watch sae grin. "doesn't suit you, doll."

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

　　

would it annoy rin to no end if he ever realised that his taste in lingerie is oddly similar to that of his hated older brother? yeah, surely - but luckily, what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him! and so, you get to indulge in the gifts rin insists on buying you during your london trip. (as much as he hates the many similarities between him and sae, he is also just as attentive. he immediately notices the way your head nearly does a 180 degrees spin once you spot the showroom. he doesn't take no for an answer and two hours later, you leave with two enormous bags in hand.)

rin keeps close to himself and doesn't let anyone in - well, besides the one exception that is you - not even his teammates. solely focused on his one and only goal that is to surpass sae and push himself even further, it doesn't even bother him whenever someone describes him as arrogant or selfish, even. the facade quickly shatters as soon as you step into the room, though - aquamarine eyes softening at the sight of you, broad shoulders relaxing and, surprisingly, even the corners of rin's lips quirking up. it's like he can finally be himself, the way he was back when he was so much younger - gentle, doting, sweet. to rin, it's honestly almost scary. the affection he holds for you, deep in his scarred heart, makes him feel dumbfounded, sometimes.

he feels the same warmth pool in his chest when he sees you clad in full black, the thick elastic band of the skirt digging into your tummy so that it makes your waist seem even smaller. god, where does he even start now?

"do you like it?" you ask, sheepishly, a little unsure with the way you're standing in front of rin. he's sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and elbows propped up on his thighs, as he takes your form in. you feel like prey, you realise as you feel his hands slowly move to slide up the back of your thighs. "it's different than what i usually wear," you note, swallowing back a moan as rin gently smacks your bottom.

"why would i not like it?" he taunts, kneading the soft muscle of your ass cheeks and pulling you closer between his legs. "i could eat you whole right now," rin moans, a slight grin playing at his lips when you roll your eyes, "i just might, actually."

you gasp as one of rin's hands slip back to the front of your hips, easily maneuvering between your plush thighs and pushing the mesh thong aside. rin dips one finger between your folds experimentally, closely watching for a reaction, and he must be satisfied with the sweet sounds that leave your lips, you think, cause he slides his ring and middle fingers in your warm, oozing cunt without any wait.

"my sweetest," rin coos, fingers curling against the front of your abdomen as he leans in, planting a wet, open mouthed kiss just above your belly button. "gonna make my pretty girl feel s'good."

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

　　　

meguru wants to be close to you always. seeking attention isn't a weird thing to do in a relationship, especially if one's love language is touch, but sometimes you wonder just how weird bachira really is. he knows that some things about him... stand out - but this is not one of these things. to him, the constant need to touch, squeeze and kiss at your body is as natural as breathing. he's a real lucky guy, he thinks to himself sometimes, and you're a saint for putting up with him and his hands always grabbing and roaming. you'd be a dummy to complain, though.

"look what i got you," meguru hums happily as soon as he enters your shared flat. you can't see him yet from your seat on the couch, but you can hear the grin in his voice. "promise not to get mad though." he stops dead in his tracks as soon as you make eye contact with the neatly packed delivery box in his hands.

giving him a cautious look, you slowly nod in a silent agreement and so, he walks over to hand you the package. as you cautiously start to open the box, meguru takes a seat on the other end of the couch, kicking off his shoes and leaning back comfortably. he needs to have a good front row seat to watch as you carefully pull out the garments out of the elegant, small box. the honey colored lace almost glistens in the golden hour sunrays that seep through the curtains, small bee embroidery bringing a grin to your face. in moments like this, the same meguru that's always all over you, starts to think that his love language might actually be gift giving instead of touch.

within a blink of an eye you're pouncing on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing kisses all over the face you've grown to love so much with a squeal,

"meguru- you've outdone yourself," you laugh between kisses, "where the hell did you find this? bees?"

slipping his arms around your waist, bachira nearly giggles, "that way i can be with you, on you, always." he teases, eyes only briefly meeting yours before his gaze shifts downwards, to the fullness of your lips. he leans in, one hand laying flat on the small of your back to pull you closer, and gives a sloppy kiss. "s'nice, isn't it, baby?" he murmurs, lips moving against your own.

you nod, "so nice," you sound so sweet, sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted - and it makes meguru's tummy tighten. oh how down bad he had to be to have his cock harden before you could even try on the gift? "thank you, meguru."

and as much as he loves seeing your body wrapped up in hand-sewn lace, sometimes his instincts get the best of him. sometimes, meguru has to have all of you, now.

meguru's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, a whine ripping out of his throat at the way your hips rut against his.

"'guru," you're moaning so high, almost out of breath as your hands firmly rest on his glistening chest, "please- please meguru, please fill me up."

bachira's eyes are droopy with pleasure, bangs sticking to his forehead as he tries to catch up to your rhythm, hips stuttering. how the hell your stamina is running as high as his, he will never figure out. you're his little vixen though, and you're always so ready and needy for him - it's as if you were molded just to fulfill all the filthy fantasies brewing in his mind.

"ah- shit, mm, will give it t' you," bachira forces one of his hands off your hips, the other still gripping your bum and pushing your hips against his in a steady, quick rhythm that has your bodies stick to each other with sweat. pushing himself up swiftly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your middle tightly. it's so hot, so lewd, the way you've been going at it for hours now and yet, meguru needs to feel all of you against him to reach his high.

with one quick move, bachira pulls the material of the already skimpy bra down, groping your breast roughly. squealing, you arch your back at the sudden sting on your nipple - meguru's teeth nibbling teasingly on the hardened bud as a high pitched moan leaves his mouth. lolling his tongue out, he laps at the areola, saliva glistening on the reddened skin as he starts to suckle. your thighs begin to shake as you feel your clit rub just right against meguru's abdomen, his cock reaching the spot that made your bladder feel full.

"cummin'," you manage to moan out and as if on cue, you can feel meguru tremble once or twice as his moans grow shamelessly loud. as you spill against his tightening abdomen, pussy almost sucking him in, meguru forces his hips forward, fucking deeper, harder, and finally, he cums. he whines against your chest, mouth still full of your tits as he almost slobbers all over himself, hips rutting into yours desperately as he finally empties himself fully.

"fuck, ah-" meguru is always so whiny around his high, yet most of the time, you don't even have the energy to mind it. once he pulls his mouth away from your chest, you let yourself slump against his muscled frame. as your eyes flutter close you can feel meguru's shoulders relax, a breathy laugh rumbling through his chest,

"mmmm, could do this forever."

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[choke-me-joey]

30 and 37 with Joseph Quinn on Christmas day/eve while visiting family

Abso-fucking-lutely 🫡🫡🫡

Merry Christmas you horny babes!

30. We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?

37. Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), unprotected sex, Joe is SLIGHTLY dom if you squint, teeny bit of degrading language, choking, mirror sex, creampie

This is the SPICIER second part to this fluffy lil drabble

Hoe-vember masterlist

After too many Proseccos, too many baby photos being shared and one too many mince pies, your extended family had left your parent's house, each one of them singing Joe's praises and begging him to come to the next family event (your cousin Sarah's February wedding, to be exact). He had promised he would try his best.

Once the majority of your family had left, your parents, brothers and Joe all took part in a very scrappy game of Monopoly, resulting in Jack almost flipping the board as Charlie bankrupted him quicker than last year; such was tradition.

After Joe had made his intentions to you very clear in the kitchen earlier, it was very hard for you to keep your hands off of him. Not in a sexual way, well, mostly, but in more of a 'I love you so, so much and I can't be without you' gross, romantic way. And he was the same, having kept his hand on your thigh, arm around your shoulders or fingers loosely linked with yours.

"Oi, knock it off," Jack had thrown the Monopoly dice at you as you and Joe exchanged a quick peck during the heated game. "Gonna make me see my dinner in reverse."

You had flipped him off and Joe chuckled, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks.

After tensions had dissolved, it was approaching midnight and one by one your brother and parents excused themselves to go up to bed. You and Joe followed suit, returning to your old teenage bedroom for another night.

Luckily, your parents had redecorated you and your brother's rooms to a more...mature reflection of you all now. Your room was now neutral greys and whites, a refreshing change from the garish purple you'd had it painted as when you were younger.

You flop down on the bed, watching Joe as he unbuttons his shirt. He catches you watching him as he slips his shirt off and lays it carefully on the chair at your desk.

"What?" He smirks. He knows exactly what.

"C'mere," you crook your finger at him, spreading your legs. He grins, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Really? At your parent's house? Naughty." But he crawls on top of you anyway, hands coming onto the pillow either side of your head to hold him up. "All that Prosecco got you feeling frisky?"

"Don't say frisky." You laugh, pulling him down into a kiss, softly moaning as his tongue finds yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your hips up into his. "Fuck me, Joe." You whisper against his lips. He nibbles your bottom lip.

"We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?"

You whine softly, the pet name making your pussy flutter. You nod.

"Good girl, baby." Joe speaks in hushed tones and honestly it's just adding to the excitement. The rush of doing this where you shouldn't really be doing this...it was kind of hot. Very hot actually.

Joe peels off your leggings and socks, groaning in appreciation at your little red lace thong. "Very festive." He smirks, pinging the waistband playfully. He then pulls off your jumper, revealing the matching red lace bra. "Matching underwear?! Oh, you little minx, you planned this, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you smile coyly. "I know how much you love this set."

"Fuck, I do. I really do." He sighs, sitting back on his heels to rake his eyes over your body. "You're so fucking perfect."

Your cheeks flush and you reach out to undo his jeans. You manage to undo the button and unzip his fly, tugging them down before he stops you, taking over himself. Once he's fully naked, Joe sits in between your thighs and pulls your thong panel to the side, watching in awe as strings of your arousal connecting your pussy to your underwear break away. "Jesus, babe, look how fucking wet you are for me. You like knowing we could get caught, hmm?"

"Just what you do to me." You reply, biting back a moan as Joe drags the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips, lubing himself up.

"Yeah? Well, feel what you do to me, babe?" Joe taps your clit with his cock, making you shiver. He then pushes inside you slowly, the stretch and feeling of him filling you making you moan softly. Joe places a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. "Quiet, babe, remember?"

You nod, looking up at him with big, wide eyes. His cock bottoms out inside you, and he gives you a moment to adjust to him. "God, baby, you're so fucking tight. Can I move?"

You nod again, his hand still covering your mouth. He lets out a blissful sigh as he begins to fuck you deeply and slowly, each stoke of his cock against your gspot and nudge of his public bone against your clit making your entire body tingle.

Something behind Joe catches your eye - it's the long mirror standing next to your wardrobe. You moan softly at the reflection of Joe's bum and toned back as he fucks into you. How does this bugger look good from every angle?! Joe follows your eyeline. You can practically see his brain working as a grin spreads across his face. "I bloody love you, filthy girl. Wanna watch me fuck you?"

The involuntary clench of your pussy around him tells him all he needs to know. He chuckles, pulling out of you. You make a noise of complaint. He kisses you sweetly before instructing you to lay at the foot of the bed with your head hanging off the edge. You do so, watching him in the upside down reflection of the mirror as he crawls back over to you, sliding his cock back into your tight warmth. The rush of blood to your head coupled with the fact that you could watch him in the mirror fucking you with that perfect sexy look on his face made every stroke of his cock feel that much better.

Then he slides a hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You choke out a soft moan, and your pussy clenches around his cock.

"Fuck, you like that? Like my hand around your throat whilst I'm fucking you?" Joe growls, keeping his voice low. You whimper and nod, and he squeezes a little tighter. You feel like you're floating; everything he's doing to you being magnified by the position he had you in and the hand around your throat. "Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty. Letting your boyfriend fuck you like this with your parents in the next room. Fucking filthy, baby."

Your eyes practically roll back in your skull as the coil inside you suddenly and unexpectedly snaps, and Joe has to quickly remove his hand from your throat to clamp it over your mouth once more to stop your moans from echoing throughout the entire street, let alone the house. He lets you ride it out, before flipping you onto your front, still able to see yourself in the mirror, and begins to fuck you from behind.

Joe keeps his eyes on yours in the mirror, dark and intense, as he grips your hips to fuck into you deeply. Skin slapping against skin, your soft moans and his quiet grunts, it's the most exotic soundtrack. Honestly it might be some of the best sex you've ever had.

"M'gonna cum again," you whine, fists balled into the bedsheets. To help get you there, Joe finds your clit and rubs rough circles into it. Honestly it's too much, and it brings you, shaking and gasping, to another powerful orgasm. This time Joe has to shove your face down into the mattress to muffle your sounds; you just can't control yourself and honestly he loves it, but that's not a conversation he's willing to have around the breakfast table tomorrow morning.

"Fuck, babe, gonna cum." Joe pants. "Tell me where you want it."

"Inside, Joe, cum inside me." You push your ass back against him and his hips stutter as he finds his release, coming inside you with a breathy moan. You shiver at the feeling of his load coating your insides, his cock twitching as he comes.

You both collapse on the bed, panting, with stupid grins on your faces.

"Merry fucking Christmas." Joe laughs breathlessly, and you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

"We've still gotta make the New Year happy, babe, think we can do that?" You grin, kissing his flushed skin. He laughs, leaning down to kiss you, one hand cupping your neck.

"Abso-fucking-lutely, love."

[bp-zb1fics]

tied up in the mirror~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: SIN aka smut/heavily suggestive themes, canonverse (over me)

wc: 568

summary: In the wise words of @cherriegyu [pls see above]

MINORS DO NOT LOOK!!! DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: what plot? bondage themes, pet names, fingering, fucking, mirror sex, tears, marking, implied oral, implied size difference kinda, possessive ish leejeong, unprotected sex/creampie [yes both of them got tested beforehand and if its an afab reader, they're on the pill]

a/n it's been a lil quiet around here and i got no time to write a full fic so here's a short drabble to summon the cult and land us all back in delulu, inspired by cherrie and the anon who sent me this ask, pls enjoy and feel free to yell at me after~ thinking of doing a whole over me spicy series, you can check out the jay part here

Soft red fabric binds your wrists together, his fingers gripping the excess as he presses your arms above your head. The surface of the mirror is cold against your palms. You gasp as he crowds you in further. He leans forward, lips ghosting against your ear.

“Shhh doll,” he whispers. You feel him behind you, his frame caging you in, his hips nearly flush against your behind. He’s gotten you somewhat undressed, the skin of your shoulder exposed so he can mouth at it, tugging cloth down to your knees, just enough to leave your bottom half bare. 

Your thighs tremble as his other hand comes down to stroke between your legs, the slide getting stickier as he does. The tips of his fingers tease a little before he works them in. You choke down the whimpers that threaten to escape as he adds more, one after the other. 

Finally, he taps at your thighs and you spread as much as you can with your clothes sliding down, almost to your ankles. Betraying his impatience, he wastes no time gripping at your hips and slipping into you before one of his hands goes back to pinning your wrists against the mirror. The noises you let out are cracked and broken as he thrusts, gasping into your ear.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

It takes a few moments before you register. He’s relentless, rolling his hips slowly but forcefully, taking all of the air out of your lungs as he goes deeper and deeper. Your lashes flutter, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light. Fingers tug lightly at your hair, your chin tilting upwards slightly.

“Look doll.” 

Your eyes meet through the mirror. The white blouse shirt he’s wearing is crumpled, unbuttoned, his lean stomach heaving, abs shiny with sweat. Somehow, his black trousers are still on, only undone at the front so he can fuck you. He’s practically towering over you, bearing down on your prone body. His hair is a mess, dishevelled bangs hanging over his eyes, strands sticking to his forehead. The way he looks at you is dark, hungry for something, sending a chill up your spine while heat shoots between your thighs. You clench involuntarily and he hisses.

Look at me while I’m fucking you.

It’s brutal but oddly sweet. The way he slams into you yet holds you so gentle and firm. His voice demands but his eyes are still soft under the darkness, the hunger. He’s unrelenting, leaving marks on your shoulders and back before soothing them with his tongue. It’s a lot. It’s almost too much. You don’t realise it until your eyes are blurry with tears, slipping down your cheeks as you take it, pleasure and pain. He curses the moment the first drop falls, squeezing your wrists to the point that you’re sure his fingers will leave imprints, your whole body flush against the mirror as you watch him take his fill.

“Only look at me, yeah?” He murmurs, a command and a plea all in one. “Just you and me.”

You manage to choke out a sound of agreement before he loses all composure, groaning as you feel him spill into you. For a second, it’s quiet, both of you trembling. Then, he sinks to his knees and finishes you off, lapping at his own release out of you as you shake uncontrollably.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

rockstar!eddie taking you to an award show and fucking you with the sex you he bought you because he got jealous other men were flirting with you infront of him. You don't get his dick tonight

Warnings: sex toys, mean eddie, jealous eddie. Mocking, a lil face slapping. Edging.

A/n: short little blurb

18+ no minors, please.

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Currently, you were laid across Eddie's king-sized bed in his hotel room. White cotton sheets scratching against your sensitive skin. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your hands in your hair fisting it as your husband was slowly dragging the thick piece of silicone between your wet folds. His shirt unbuttoned to expose his tattooed chest. The bow tie that once sat nice on his collar, now undone and hanging across his neck. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattooed arms.

Eddie had taken you to a very special award show tonight. One where Corroded Coffin would not only be performing but possibly receiving an award. You hung on his arm all night drapped in a sulk designer dress. He only left your side for a few minutes, and when he came back, he saw you crowded by a few men. They all were looking at you the way he did. He knew what they were thinking and knew you were enjoying the attention at little too much. Before you knew it, he was gently dragging you out of there and back to his hotel room.

"Since you seem to love attention from other men so much you don't get my cock tonight."

Now you're laid out on his bed, skin sticky with sweat as he's been edging you for many, many hours. You begged and pleaded, tears streaming down your face. Your makeup ruined and hair a mess. You grab his wrist as he's dragging the toy across your clit. Only putting enough pressure on it to make you squirm but not enough to make you cum.

"Please, Eddie." You whined out.

"Please, Eddie." He mocked as you writhed beneath him. He dips the toy at your entrance, pushing it slightly to open you up and then pulling it back out. Throwing your head back fat tears begin to pour down your face more. "Go on and cry all you want you deserve this."

He sinks the toy in your dripping wet cunt inch by inch. His hand and wrist coated in your juices along with the toy. He's been doing this all night, and now it's well into the early hours of the morning. You just want to cum and go to sleep. Eddie on the other hand is just getting started with you. He takes slight pity on you and begins pumping the toy in and out of you. You claw at his wrist again as he presses his other hand down on your pelvis.

"A-Ah!...fuuuck."

"Feel good, doesn't it?" He asked, not really looking for an answer.

"Even with this fake cock I can still fuck you better than they ever could, yeah?" He asks but you don't respond. Your too fucked out to even form a coherent thought much less a response. Eddie takes the opportunity and slightly slaps your face snapping you back to reality. "Answer me sweetheart." His face hard. He presses down on your belly, and you let out a moan that was more animalistic. He keeps pumping the toy in out of your cunt. Pulling it out and slamming it back in, making your tits bounce. Your juice, creamy and coating the silicone, splashing a little bit on your husband's hand.

"N-no they can't, no one can. Fuuuck, please don't stop." Each pump of toy now makes the loudest squelching noises. Your husband's favorite sound. You wish he wasn't so mad so he could enjoy it a little more. You reach out to touch his cock in his tailored pants, but he slaps it away. He really was mad this time. You can not help but want to cry more. Your lip wobbles, and he takes notice. He bends down by your ear and whispers in your ear. "You're still my good girl." He leans up and goes back to his assault on your aching cunt. He takes the toy out and examines how messy you've made it. He smiles to himself for a moment. He rubs in between your folds and against your clit again before sinking back inside you. He starts pumping it in and out at a bruising pace. "Please can I cum?" He smirked when he heard you beg him.

"Yeah, of course you can. I don't know why you haven't already."

Throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel your release creeping up on you. Eddie is still slamming the thick piece of silicone in and out of you. Your legs are going numb. The grib you have on his arm will sure leave small little bruises tomorrow. You're twisting and turning your body every which way. "You're so squirmy tonight." Your husband commented cheerfully. You try to respond, but all that came out of your mouth was a moan that somewhat resembled his name. The closer you got, the louder and needier you sounded. He moved his hand to rub your clit and your body went paused for a moment. Your mouth forming an o shape as Eddie rubs your neglected bud. You breathe out a "thank you," bringing your knees up to your chest. He starts rubbing faster as the toys is still working inside of you.

Aghh! AAAH! Yes!...yes! Oh,Eddie! You chant.

Aghh! AAAH! Yes!...yes! Oh, Eddie! Your husband mocked you once again.

You don't care at this point as that tightness in core builds and builds. Until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head while your body goes stiff. Your orgasm coarses through you and your breathing stopped for a moment. Eddie is still pumping the toy as your walls clenched and pulsed around it. His fingers are still working on your aching bud as you ride out your climax. You go limp as he carefully removes the toy from inside you.

"You okay, baby?"

"Hmm?" Was all you could say in response.

Eddie picked you up and carried your exhausted body to the bathroom and got you cleaned up and ready for bed. He was still painfully hard. He wasn't done with you yet right now. You need him to care for you before he gets to be taken care of.

[togamest]

ARIIIII may i request a nanami blurb (nsfw or sfw i'll leave that up to you :3) based on the song killshot by magdalena bay please? <3

-> hit me with your killshot, baby. (x) | 2,276 words. afab!reader (no pronouns used but female anatomy included), slight yandere obsession if u squint, alcohol consumption, fingering, cunnilingus, implied penetrative + protected sex, nanami calls reader “sweet thing”, “darling”, higuruma cameo. nanami might be a lil ooc but bear with me here.

a/n: oh salem, this was DELICIOUS to write. what a banger of a song too omg i gotta listen to them more!! i took a more obsessive!nanami approach, i feel like he'd get off on how easy some people are to fall in love with him, but not necessarily in a bad way. it's almost like a confirmation that he's good, he's not rotten like the rest of the men he works with; he's respectful so he deserves rewards in a way??? anyway i'm not sure what happened but here we are LMAO

The speakeasy was quiet this evening.

You sip on a lovely gin and tonic, mixed together just right as your eyes drag across the people dotted around the space. Your business shirt has been unbuttoned slightly, enough to tease as your drink steadily makes you feel warmer and fuzzier. Your heels are long gone, tucked away in your bag as you opt for chunky boots, which tend to be much comfier after a few drinks.

It was a cozy atmosphere; one of your favorite places to go after work to unwind without having to worry about seeing those you know. Which, unfortunately, has happened before and almost turned you off from coming back completely.

But you couldn’t.

Mainly due to the man you’re staring at now, half-hoping he can’t feel your burning gaze.

He’s stunning, and he’s been coming for the past few weeks now. Always on a Tuesday, for some reason, but you ignored the choice of weekday and instead decided to have your gaze wander across his features. His blue office shirt is unbuttoned at the top, just enough that light blonde hairs poke out of the revealed opening. His suspenders are tight against his chest, brown, connecting to his tan slacks. Shiny office shoes adorn his feet as he leans back, crossing his foot over his knee as he takes a sip from his own drink (something dark) and fixates on the book in front of him.

He’s beautiful. Tempting. Like forbidden fruit, except he doesn’t seem to be married.

Even better.

The one thing you do pick up on is how incredibly tired he looks. He normally comes in with another man, this one’s palette almost inverse from your muse’s; dark suit, white shirt, dark hair, but the same bags underneath his eyes and tired facial expressions. They don’t typically speak to each other that much, due to how quiet the rest of the venue is, and choose to read together instead.

However, today, his companion is not here. He has come alone.

One of your fingers, complete with a perfectly manicured black nail, rubs against the edge of your glass as you watch him. He wears glasses, the golden rims catching the lowlight every once in a while as his eyes scan across the words in front of him. He hasn’t noticed you staring; he never has, which is somewhat of a shock to you. Whenever someone is staring at you, it feels like there’s fire alight on the back of your neck. He’s either completely oblivious, or he knows and he doesn’t seem to care.

Something about that makes your thighs clench together. The song in the background, playing gently against the velvet walls, does nothing for your growing yearning for the man.

Something chronic, bit demonic I been on the late shift All alone, staring at my phone

Sin and tonic Stupid promise Something like a death wish All alone, stare into my soul

You’ve never been one for one-night stands, but for him, there is a chance you’d make an exception.

You down the drink, drawing on the courage of the gin as you stand, making your way over to him. You identify his book, first; ironically, it’s one of your favorites, and a smile tugs at your lips as you approach. He looks up in surprise, before his expression smoothens into something close to neutrality. “Well, well, the voyeur finally decides to encounter their muse, eh?” he says, and his voice washes over your ears like silk. It’s gorgeous, with a low pitch and a rasp that makes the ache in your stomach only strengthen.

You take a seat, smiling and blushing to yourself that you’ve been discovered. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice,” you admit, and he smiles back, folding a worn bookmark into the page he's reading and shutting the book, placing it on the table before turning to you, taking another sip of his own drink. It’s whiskey, made neat; you can tell from the smell across the table.

You sit awkwardly for a moment, listening to the crackling of the fire behind you, before he breaks the silence, his smooth voice taking up space once again.

“Come here often?”

You can’t help but chuckle. “More than I will admit,” you respond, “but it’s nice here. Gives me a chance to slow down after work, and the drinks are lovely.”

He nods, agreeing. “Yes, it’s a good place. Higuruma and I come here often after work; he also enjoys unwinding in a quieter atmosphere.”

Higuruma. That must be his companion. “What do you both do?” you ask, your elbow appearing on the table as the side of your head rests on your open hand. He leans forward then, fully facing the table, and sighs. “He’s a lawyer. Ironic, since he’s just finalized his own divorce as well. I stick to the salary business. It’s boring, but it’s something. Pays the bills at the end of the day.”

You hum. “If I may be honest, you don’t look as if you’re happy there at all.”

He laughs at that, a jovial laugh that isn’t obnoxiously loud; it’s just enough to be between the two of you. “Yes, well, dealing with finance is never an enjoyable activity, but I’ve been in it long enough now where I can find my own pleasures. Especially outside of work when I can look at such a pretty lady, if I do say so myself.”

The blush that appears on your cheeks is bright red, you can feel it as you look down bashfully. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now,” you hear him say as he reaches across the table, lightly touching your chin and raising your face to look back at him. There’s a softness in his gaze, one that you’re not used to. The touch is gentle as well, and you’re praying that he can’t feel the spark you felt as soon as his fingertips touched your skin.

Instead, you opt for teasing him.

“That was a bit forward, wasn’t it?”

He pales, moving his hand away. “Oh, God, sorry, I just—”

You grab his hand, a smile on your lips again as you hold it between your own, rolling your eyes. “Kidding. Promise,” you reassure him as his face relaxes again in relief, “I’d have said something much faster if you crossed a line, don’t worry. Although to me, it seems you don’t enjoy doing that very often. Salarymen are always so by the book.”

He nods, rolling his eyes as well. “I try not to be. Hence me attempting to read books more,” he gestures to the book on the table, “and being here. It’s not as public as many people have dragged me to, but it’s intimate enough where it feels nice to unwind.” He takes another swig of his whiskey, his cheeks dusted a light pink from the alcohol.

You both chat about other things, such as the books you’re reading, what you do for your job, your favorite drinks and what speakeasies and intimate bars you’ve both been to. Before you know it, it’s dark outside, and you’re fumbling for your bag and your keys, cursing at how long you’ve stayed. “I know it’s Friday,” you say, standing, “but I always like to be home a little early. That way I can pour a glass of wine after being here and relax even more.”

He’s standing up with you almost mechanically, tucking his book into a briefcase you didn’t notice before. There’s a flash of black-and-white print inside of the case, but you don’t get a good look before he shuts it and locks it, smiling at you and offering his hand.

“Well, I can’t allow for a stunning woman such as yourself to walk home alone, yes?”

You’re tempted to say no. You know for a fact this is a decision you’re either going to regret or enjoy, but at the point you are at with knowing him better than some of your own coworkers who you’ve worked beside for years, your better judgment is shelved for an impulse decision.

You take his hand.

“Well, well, Kento, I will take you up on the offer. What a kind gesture to someone who's been staring at you for weeks. How do you know I don’t have terrible intentions?” you ask him as he walks with you to the door, hand in hand. He looks back at you with a smile, crinkling the edges of his eyes.

“I’m quite good at reading people.”

“Need you, Kento.”

The plea comes out as a whine, the blonde man’s head between your thighs as he laps at your center. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, and you feel your obsession roaring in your ears as he smirks against you. “How do you need me, darling?” he whispers, and your hips buck into his face, forcing him to return to sucking on your sensitive clit.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Forever.” It’s all coming out as senseless babbles, your hands deep in his hair, tugging on the strands and scratching at his scalp as his strong hands hold your legs apart, your thighs twitching against his grip. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; he doesn’t seem to mind your comments, either, even if they do seem a little intense at the moment. It seems he either knows his effect on you, or he enjoys hearing about it.

The latter makes you wetter just thinking about it.

You’d had him walk you home, sharing a glass of wine on your couch as you discussed your favorite pieces of literature, the books strewn across the floor in the flurry of motion instigated by Kento himself. “Please do not take this the wrong way,” he had whispered, before placing the wine glass on the coffee table, “but I cannot stand staring at your lips and doing nothing about them.”

You’d kissed him then, whiskey and wine and a calming feeling flooding your veins as your lips moved against him, his large hands cupping your face so gently as if he didn’t want to harm you. But little did he know, that was what you craved; you wanted him to devour you, to make you think of nothing but him. If you were hung up on him for the rest of your life, you would be satisfied.

Come and get that honeySweeter than I ever knewTell me that you love meLove me till my lips turn blue

“K-Kento—”

He leans back, his fingers having been added to the mix, squelching as he scissors you open so deliciously well that your back is arching. His thumb, locked onto your clit, keeps it under a steady rhythm as you cry out. Every brush against the sensitive area is tightening that coil in your stomach, your whole body trembling beneath him. You can feel it, the climax roaring into you like a shockwave. “Gonna c—”

He leans over you then, his lips centimeters away from your ear, and growls.

“Cum for me, sweet thing. Cum all over my fingers, I know you can do it.”

The explosion of emotions that comes out of you, the noises, everything feels like a dam bursting as your soaking pussy twitches and drools all over his fingers, dripping onto the couch as you cum harder than you ever have before. The whole world seems to fall away except for Kento’s face, a haloed silhouette, like an angel coming to deliver you from everything that’s harmed you.

He looks down and grins, as if he’s proud of his handiwork, and as he looks back at you, you cannot help but watch him as you ride out your high.

I love you falls from your lips, but he doesn’t bat an eye. He doesn’t even flinch; in fact, his motions only get more aggressive as he fucks you into overstimulation, tears pricking at your eyes and breaking your lashline, sliding down your cheeks.

“Say it again.”

“W-What?” it comes out choked as you shudder underneath him, his fingers only continuing their movements.

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Say it more confidently. Come on, sweet thing.” He sounds exasperated, and in your vulnerable state, all you want to do is please him. Make him want to stay with you, make him live inside of your bones.

“I love you. I will love you forever if you’ll let me, I—”

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers as he finally relents, removing his fingers from your center. He doesn’t wipe them on his slacks, however…instead, he chooses to prod at your lips, his other hand brushing away your tears. You obey within a beat, sucking on your own juices underneath him, watching his pupils dilate. His gaze is dark; it’s like his own obsession with you is forming, a mutual delusion you both can share.

His hand removes itself from your mouth, before his belt clinks and you hear the zipper of his pants echo around the room, clearing the post-climax daze and fluff that had been stuffed in your head. You clench as you feel the head of his fat cock brush against your abused opening, and he leans down close to you, his broad, bare chest flush with your own.

“God, you’re everything,” he whispers as he slides in, and your mind goes blank.

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah, I knew it I been through it

Oh god Can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your kill shot, baby I mean it, so serious

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[i23kazu]

I DRESS UP JUST TO GET UNDRESSED

warnings – suggestive. characters – zhongli, childe, xiao, ayato, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – undressing them (more sfw!) !! | please reblog!! it rly helps me >< sorry for the inconsistent formatting :(

[zhongli.] 

you’re pulling the man closer by his tie, and before he knows it — he’s right in front of you 

he wants to wink, smirk, do anything to assure you that he’s not flustered

but the blush on his face says otherwise ;) 

his breathing is composed but we all know he’s good at faking it 

zhongli’s breath shudders as you smirk at his flusteredness — he’s never seen this side of you before

he’s inwardly gasping as you move your hands to caress the side of his neck, daintily unbuttoning the top of his collared shirt

[childe.] 

he’s excited to see this side of you ;) 

gets slightly flustered, but not too much. he’s enjoying the show 

you can hear him shudder

your fingers move up the side of his neck and you plant a kiss on his cheek

right before you unbutton the top of his shirt

he feels tingles down his spine as you make your way down, unbuttoning each one

revealing a white undershirt

he loves this so much please always do it for him

[xiao.] 

definitely one to bat your hand away, saying that he doesn’t like it 

(he does) 

complains about how you’re too slow

so you tease him

“my prince just can’t wait for me, hm~?” 

you can feel him stiffen up, shoulders tightening as you lean against his frame

help him to let loose by giving him kisses on his cheek <3 

you gently take off his blazer and suddenly everything feels a lot colder

then you unbutton his dress shirt slowly ;) 

[ayato.]

gets teasy when you do it to him

then gets flustered when you tease him back

he CANNOT take what he dishes out i am sorry

cuddle him closer, run your fingers through his hair before you start to take it off 

whisper sweet nothings to him while you unbutton his outerwear

and watch him blush like a madman 

ayato loves it when you do that though. he enjoys how bold you are when you pin him to the wall and do it

hehehheheheehhe

pls do it to him more often

[thoma.]  - oooooh boy - he gets SO flustered he actually cannot keep his composure - blushing like crazy, stuttering all about, trying to keep his act up - but we all know underneath that “tough” exterior is a man who loves how you do that so confidently  - honestly, its nice to see someone else take charge ;)  -get your mind out of the gutter.  - tease him gently!!! hes sensitive (although he loves it)  - press kisses on his cheek as you unbutton his dress shirt

[diluc.] 

hehe 

ragnvindr loves it

gets a lil blushy a lil stuttery a lil bit of a nervous mess

pin him gently against the wall, and watch his breath hitch in excitement 

his stomach feels all fluttery when you do it and he looooooves it

undress him gently, continue to kiss him as you do so

tease him ;) 

its always fun to watch his reaction

like ayato, he CANNOT take what he dishes out

he gets so embarrassed

but its so cute :(

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[sweethibiscus]

ride home

so if yall have seen euphoria then yall know the scene where rue n jules first meet and jules takes her home and adresses her wound weellll i was re-watching the show and it made me think abt pre relationship ellie and reader so enjoy this lil fluff drabble

cw: mentions of drugs and alcohol, violence, but basically just a short lil fluff drabble

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it was the summer before freshman year of college (2 and a half weeks left to be exact) and your friend dina was talking about her suuuper popular boyfriend jesse whos she been crushing on for YEARS ans you were honestly quite bored at the small things dina kept saying about him like how he likes pineapples on pizza and his corny love for the twilight saga but your ears perked up when you heard her mention a party hes throwing.

august had been painfully boring. warmth slowly leaving the small town of jackson and no super interesting parties or ragers had happened in a minute and jesses friends were known for throwing the BEST ragers and you had yet to attend one that summer.

“wait, party?” you asked leaning up your elbows supporting you on your friends comfy mattress. “oh yea him and his friends are t some rager tomorrow, im invited so if you want i could just pass you off as like a plus one. its at jesses at like 10” “oh im definitely going”

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it was finally friday and as you checked your phone it showed that the time was 10:18 when you pulled into the driveway of your friends boyfriends huge mansion. from dinas rants you knew jesse was rich but jesus, this mustve cost more than your family’s entire will.

as you guys pulled in dina helped you out of the passenger seat of her car. you wore a pair of baggy denim cargo pants that covered most of your doc martins with a black lacy corset top that earned yourself a wolf whistle from dina when you showed her your outfit, paired with a oversized unbuttoned brown flannel. you decided to wear your hair down styled just a bit to look somewhat presentable. you werent here to look hot and sneak off with some girl though. you came to smoke, drink, and do whatever the fuck you felt like.

you walked into the party hand in hand with dina. she turned to you and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before running off to find her boyfriend. you walked into the kitchen where sweaty bodies were clamoring to pour more drinks. one couple hogging the counter to basically fuck infront of everyone. you cringed before pouring a bottle of titos into one of the empty red solo cups left lying on the counter. you went into the backyard to light your first joint of the night.

halfway through your smoke you hear a commotion inside. you go in and walk towards the scene in the kitchen that seemed to draw a crowd. in there was the main jock douchebag of jesses freind group and a girl youd never seen before in a short sleeved shirt layered over a white long sleeved one and slightly baggy jeans. her hair was half up half down and jesus was she hot a fuck.

the bot whose name was hunter was knocking things over screaming threats at the girl. she backed up to the counter and grabbed a knife. “whoa whoa calm down” said a now terrified hunter. “you think you can fucking hurt me?! you have no fucking idea” she spoke before slicing her arm at the part of her arm that was exposed due to her sleeve being rolled up ever so slightly. the two split up and you nodded to yourself impressed as people starting talking and the music was raised again.

you followed the girl outside to find her grabbing a bike that you had assumed was hers.

“hey i saw what happened back there and that was uh, like really fucking cool, hunter had it coming for a while now” you said, “ uh im alex, i havent seen you around before” you spoke again. “well thanks for the compliment, i just knew it was gonna get heated so i decided to just take control of the situation beforw it escalated, oh im ellie btw, i moved here a few weeks ago” she replied. you dont know what made you ask your next question but your forever glad you did. “hey do you think i can ride with you back to your house, i dont know where my ride is and i dont like driving while high, plus i couls help you clean up your uh, thing”. you said. “sure, we just have to be careful, ‘m pretty sure my dads asleep”

you rode all the way back to her house holding onto her sitting behind her on her bike breathing in her scent which was a mixture of pine, weed, alcohol and sage. when you reached your desired location you snuck up to her room as quietly as possible.

when you walked into her room you looked around at the dimly moonlit walls covered in posters of bands and various artists, along with a few sketches that had ellies signature.

“uhh so this is my room, nothing special but hey, its mine” she said breaking the silence “i love it, its amazing” you said flashing her a soft smile.

you were cleaning her would with some alcohol as she winced with every wipe. “im almost done just hold on” you said finishing up with a fee more wipes and patching her cut up with a bandaid. “thanks, you didn’t have to do that for me” “dont worry about it, plus i wanted to, hey do you think i could stay the night by the way? its just super late and i dont really feel like walking back to my house” you asked scared of what she would say to your blunt question. “of course, its the least i could do for my new nurse” you laughed at her comment before she told you you could borrow some clothes to sleep in. you chose a pair of black tight boxers and a oversized band tee that made it look like you didn’t have pants on.

you layed next to her and you both just sat there in silence staring into eachothers eyes. you smiled a bit before she asked a slight ‘what?’. “nothing i just think you might be my new favorite person, ellie”. she smiled and blushed a bit at your comment, pushing a fallen peice of hair back behind your ear.

“i think that might be a mistake”. it never was. and never will be.

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A/N

ik this was super short and kinda stupid but i hope yall like it, i’ll probably write some smut soon tho so keep an eye out and as always, reqs r open

[multiwreckedmess]

No Reason, One

Synopsis - Vaxxed, waxed, and ready to well...you know how the saying goes. That was supposed to be your motto. Unfortunately, you were never that kind of girl.

Pairing - Mingi x fem!Reader (reader gets called a girl and has a vagina)

CW - Smut. Alcohol. Partying. Anxiety. An additional TW under the cut.

Word Count - 3.4k~ (This part)

This is sort of an angsty multi part smutty thing I started writing this past spring and I am oddly attached to it. I’ll post the other parts later as I clean them up. it’s been across like 2 computers and 2 word processors so sorry for any of the formatting/grammar fallout from that.

 TW: Sex does not go all that well, not sure how to tag it but basically reader has some issues around anxiety which translate to the bedroom. There’s a lil shame involved with it but I promise Mingi is real sweet about it. 

 It was another cold grey January morning when you saw him. Wishes for a white Christmas had gone unanswered and all that was left was a damp chill the seeped through your winter jacket. He was laughing with his friend, similarly tall and handsome, waiting at the corner for cars to pass so they could cross.

 There is absolutely no reason to miss you.

 A phrase you had repeated often these last couple months whenever you felt a pang in your heart and lump in your throat. Yours was an ill-fated relationship from the start -- always hooking up but never crystalizing into anything real. The two of you had met shortly after clubs had reopened while you were out with your mutual friend, San. You'd been hesitant at first to go out, but the promise of skin-to-skin contact was too much for your touch starved body to ignore.

 "This is Mingi!" San had to shout through his mask and over the thrumming bass as he pulled his tall friend to you by the wrist. "I think you two would like each other!"  Mingi was tall, dressed in fitted black slacks, a half unbuttoned white dress shirt concealing his chest just enough to be maddening. Even without seeing his entire face you’d bet on him being stunning. Besides, you'd never seen San with an unattractive friend. Peeking over his mask you could see his eyes crinkle into half-moons, body shifting back and forth to the rhythm. By the time you’ve managed to introduce yourselves to each other over the thudding bass San’s already ventured off with Wooyoung in search of shots for the group. Feeling bold, you danced closer, placing your hand on his torso. Mingi takes the hint, slipping an arm around your waist, his hand resting at the small of your back, guiding you even closer, lower torso nearly touching. Well-mannered and handsome, it felt like San had dropped a life raft into your lap and flitted off into the smog of the dimly lit dance floor.  Intoxicated by the mood lighting and emboldened by a couple of drinks, your hand migrates to his shoulder, using it to stabilize a couple attempts at bodyrolls before dropping your head against his chest, shyness winning out. Pressed to him like this you can feel his body shake with laughter better than you can hear him. Tapping your shoulder, he stoops slightly to meet your eyeline, eyes crinkled with joy, faux fanning himself before spinning you into him, hands at your hips, torsos now smashed together. This was how people danced together, he’s good, you though.

 Fuck he was good.  Was good.  Operative was. Not is.

 Lost in old memories, your back hits the seat as the bus accelerates, crashing back to present reality, stomach dropping. He looked just as happy as ever, just as happy as the night you’d met. Did he have someone finally? How many new numbers had been added to his contacts? Surely he hadn’t sat around the entire time waiting to see if you’d changed your mind. You wouldn’t have if it had happened to you like that. If you started crying then no one would notice, or if they did, they wouldn’t say anything, you’d be far from the first person to cry on public transit. No, you weren’t going to cry. You didn’t mean for this hookup to happen. The two of you were never even a real couple, just a bundle of possibilities and could haves. Breathe.

 There is absolutely no reason to miss you.

 Mingi led you through a dark hallway, past the bathrooms, through a velvet curtain, and finally emerging out onto the concrete of a small alleyway. Tinged red and yellow by the safety lights you remove your masks in full. In this halo of light, he pushed his sweat-slicked bangs back you could finally see him; strong nose, sculpted chin, and pouty lips quickly breaking into a wide smile, "another check for San" you thought wryly. Seeing each other mask-less felt surprisingly intimate, heart fluttering, both of you standing awkwardly for a second, sizing each other up. Alcohol suddenly heavy in your stomach and lack of momentum hits you in the back of the knees and you stumble on nothing, teetering back and forth in slow motion. To his credit, Mingi attempts to catch you but you both go backwards towards the wall, his hand cushioning the back of your head from the concrete bricks.  “Oops-sorry-I-uhm-” you stutter, his face closer than anyone’s had been since the start of the pandemic.  “Sorry–” he overlaps your stuttering with his own, whipping from suave man to schoolboy in an instant.  You giggle. He’s flushed.  “You’re so cute.” A flash of sobriety passes between you, seeing each other, really seeing each other, for the first time that night. Butterflies bloom in your gut as your eyes take a long drink before your brain gently reminds you how impolite it is to stare.  “Is that it?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes looking to meet yours.  “You’re tall.” You hide beneath your lashes.  “Is that it?”  “…and handsome…”

 He grins, suddenly keenly aware of how close he is your breathing becomes erratic, you can feel the thrum of the bass through the brick overwriting your racing heartbeat. His gaze is intense enough to tie your tongue in place. “…and?”

 You hadn't intended to hook up with anyone that first night out at the club, but intentions have a funny way of flying out the window once enough alcohol is introduced. Practically sprinting up two flights of stairs to keep up with Mingi's long legs, you’re breathless, watching him fumble in his pockets for his keys. As he unlocks the door he clumsily wraps an arm around you, maneuvering your back to the door and leaning in for a kiss. You jiggle the doorknob and in a flash the both of you are crashing your way over the threshold, laughing like idiots.  "Honey, I'm home!" He yelled into the darkness still chuckling, earning a slap on his bicep, a dim entry light flickering on as the door snapped shut behind you. "For the record--I'm a certified bachelor...if you were worried."  "I'm not worried! It just wasn't as funny as you thought it was." You pout.  "Maybe I'll be funnier with my dick tickling your cervix." His lips curving into a half smile as your jaw drops with a sharp gasp.  "MINGI! Is that a threat?"  "Mmmh," he hums, sizing you up briefly before wrapping you up in his embrace, “I'd like to think it's more of a promise.”  You don’t have time to think as his forearms drop under your ass, hoisting you up. Perhaps he had intended for eye level but overestimating in some regard your breasts smash into his face instead. Both of you explode into laughter as he buries his face in your chest, nose smashing against your sternum. A blink of nervous energy pulses between you. It’s the first time you think ‘oh we’re going to do this’ and it sends a shiver up your spine. Nerves nearly overtake need as you look down into his eyes. He's so handsome, brows, cheekbones, chin, lips-- with eyes staring up at you like you’re the brightest star in the sky, you almost feel special.

A sudden jerk of the bus sends you hurtling forward. How many stops had it been? You pull the cable to stop and the bus slows at the sleepy corner of your street. Again, your stomach flips, guilt settling in the pit like a stone. You needed to stop your memories there. You did not need to remember this. There was no reason to spend time thinking about the snapshots of another failed situationship. Well, there was at least one reason to replay these moments over and over. The sick ritual of self-hatred that would spring from the smallest moments, punishing yourself for letting your feelings get the better of you. Something about how your heart seemed to swallow itself felt deserved. You shouldn't have been shocked to see him out and about. In fact you should've expected it sooner; social circles overlapped, neighborhoods shared grocery stores. Had Mingi uprooted his life like you had in the wake of your scrawled note? The aftereffects of the ticking bomb you’d left on his counter. You’d done what you could to avoid him, quietly adjusting your life around what you knew of his. It meant no more nights out, not with San for sure, nor Wooyoung, nor Yeosang. Not that any of them knew what had happened between you and Mingi. Not that anything had really happened.

There was absolutely no reason to miss him.

 Blinded by excitement the two of you bumped your way to the bed, clothes discarded haphazardly. Mingi latched to your chest, face mashed into one breast, large hand palming the other. Both of you grind against each other feverishly. Mingi is messy, sucking harshly at your nipple, earning a pleased groan. The attention he lavishes on your chest and neck has your hands grappling to his hips to pull him to you, mad at any loss of pressure. So close. You are so close. You miss time a thrust against him and he slips down towards your entrance, losing the much needed contact and denying your release. Understandable and regrettable.  “Fuck–shit–condom–” Mingi mutters between gasps, bucking against you involuntarily, bumping clumsily into your cunt. He flings himself to the other side of the bed dramatically, practically tearing himself away from you. A motion made more dramatic by his sheer height and limb length. You hear him rustling in the drawer of his bedside table, finally fishing out a telltale foil packet and ripping it open.  The loss of contact, momentum towards your goal, it’s frustrating. He’s a little frustrating. You’re a little drunk and the world is wavy. Eyes rolling with your head to the side you search for him in the low light. Even silhouetted in the dark you can tell he’s big, erection jutting proudly from his torso. “You’re very…proportional,” you manage to slur out, propped up on your elbows, watching him clamber back to kneel between your legs. He exhales a small chuckle, gripping your thighs he pulls you to him, lower half draped over him, covered cock resting against your stomach. He slides sloppily along your slit, until he finds your entrance, leaning over you to kiss your sternum again. Pangs of anxiety shoot through your body and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly. It’s been a minute. And he’s big. You can feel the pressure in your lower half and try to calm yourself. Meanwhile he tries to push into your slowly but he meets immediate resistance. Just what you were so afraid of. You reach down to help, massaging some of the fluid and lube around to try to ease the tension. He tries again, your body involuntarily scoots from him with a whimper.

 “Fuck-you’re so tight,” he pants into your chest, chuckling nervously.  “S–sorry. Been a while,” you try to laugh casually, breathing deeply into your diaphragm, attempting to relax your pelvic muscles. Relax, relax, relax, even though the word doesn’t help you repeat it. You were worried this would happen. Somehow you knew this would happen. You want to throw up from the anxiety of this happening.  Mingi reaches down between your thighs, adjusting himself and brushing his finger tips against your clit momentarily. He gives a third go. Pressure, burning. You grimace and groan, tugging away from him again, unable to fight the instinct from the pain of the stretch of his cock breaching your walls. He’s already pulling away from you as your hands scrabble to his hips, sitting back on his haunches, huffing. You half sigh half groan, frustrated, a hot wave of embarrassment floods your cheeks.  “Hey it’s fine I don’t want to for–”  “I want to I swear it’s just been–”  Words scrabble over each other as nerves prickle.  “Sorry,” Mingi’s voice is soft and low as his thumbs work small circles into your hips, waiting for you to speak. He’s so sweet and you feel so stupid, so inadequate, you can feel your thoughts spiraling. Watching your brows knit together, Mingi leaves a little peck on your knee. “You still with me?”  You take a second to attempt to temporarily sober up, looking up at the ceiling. “I want to–I need you to stretch me a bit–it’s been a year…or more…since anything has been in…in me.” Your eyes fixed upwards, unable to look at him for fear you’ll disintegrate on the spot out of embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, defeated.  “It’s okay,” he pauses, bashful, “it’s actually kinda hot. You know. That I’m big…like that…for you.”  Tension in your chest turns to a giggle, your hands still tugging at your cheeks. “I’m just frustrated. I want to get fucked” you yell into the dark apartment, “and my FUCKING pussy won’t LET ME.”  Mingi laughs, a laugh that shakes his entire body. “Let me try again. If you want.”  Eyes squeezed shut you nod furiously. The bed dips as he leans back over you. Lips meeting your shoulder, his hand cups your pussy, heel of his palm grinding into your clit, middle finger working between your folds. A second finger joins in caressing you, exploring, waiting for your core to suck him in. Grinding down on him, your hips rock against his hand, mirroring his motions. Thighs shaking under him you gasp and moan as your walls flutter, heavy barrier finally relenting, a single digit pulled in. Your arousal spreading down your buttocks he slides ever more easily against you.  “See? You’re doing so well,” Mingi’s pace is steady and slow, finger crooking upwards against your wall, searching for the soft spot within your walls. As he passes over it you let out a small whimper, legs tensing and feet pressing against the mattress. He smiles at you and sighs contentedly, planting a kiss on your forehead, a second finger breaching your cunt.  “P-please,” boldly you reach for him, wrapping your hand around his still condomed cock, pumping him in time with his ministrations. His free hand wraps around yours, guiding it off him and onto the bed.  “You first.” His fingers intertwined with yours, pinning the hand down despite it being slick with lube. It’s a little cheesy, a little goofy, but sweet. Sweet of him to care. Sweet of him to focus like that. The word sweet floats in your mind like a hallucination as your eyelids flutter. Mingi’s face is so close to yours there is no way he missed it. Propping his thumb near your clit he rubs you in soft circles, stalling his fingers. Core fluttering you squirm, bucking upwards.

 You quickly stutter out his name, eyes locking with his, a warning. Heat and blood rushing south you could feel the pulsing need growing and growing inside of you.  He groans as your cunt clenches down around his fingers. Slick sounds echo in your brain as Mingi replaces his thumb with is palm for you to rut against. Movements become sloppy and needy as he speeds up, his eagerness overtaking him completely.  “You gonna cum?” He sounds assured, prideful, a little out of breath. Lips sealed tightly you let out a small affirmative “mhm” before you feel your eyelids flicker, eyes crossing, unable to tamp down the whimpers and sighs you’d previously muzzled and let die in your throat. Mingi slows as he feels you shudder, squeezing his hand with yours. Walls gripping and releasing against him he stills inside of you, softly circling the heel of his palm against you before withdrawing his fingers.  “How’s my girl?” His other hand slips from holding yours, pushing away from your body to admire his work.  “Real fucking good.” You crack open an eye, glancing at his still erect cock, subconsciously biting your lower lip.  “Eager…”  “Do you blame me?” Both of you laugh. “I don’t suppose I do.” Despite having worked up to three fingers you gasp as he pushes the tip of his cock into you, all concentration going into breathing and relaxing. Lips lightly grazing your neck, you can feel him murmuring to you but are unable to pick out any words. He guides the two of you together slowly, thumb working circles around your clit. The pressure from being so full, mixed with remnants of alcohol, made your head spin. Bottoming out the two of you groan in unison.  “I’m in.” He’s panting, a grunt escaping his throat.  “I fucking know.” You say through gritted teeth. The stretch is mind-blowing, worth the effort and wait. Reaching down you can feel how taut you are around his shaft as you aimlessly graze your fingertips along your clit.

“Give me a sec,” he closes his eyes and exhales. “Fuck you’re tight.”  Inhaling, he pulls his hips back slightly, shallowly thrusting against you, sending your mind blasting into a haze. He eyes trained on where you connect, he watches himself disappear inside of you, how your walls hug him so closely. It feels strange to be so appreciated. A small part of you curls up and hides in shame. The larger part thrives on how mesmerized the man is, how shamelessly he explores you. Core thrumming he continues grinding deeply into you, reveling in your gasps and moans. Newfound cockiness flooding his system, the switch flips back from messy needy boy to confident lover, as though the entire failed attempt had never happened. An arm wraps under your knee he presses you further into the bed, the new angle drags his cockhead against your walls deliciously, feeling even more full than before.  You beg -it feels appropriate- being at the mercy of the snap of his hips. His rhythm of short forceful strokes pins you to the bed and forces groans from you. Mingi buries his face in your neck, hot breath mixing with sweat, arms pinning you, making you feel so small in comparison. Tense and release, the throb of orgasms ripping down your spine almost painfully. Chest tight, unable to bob above the waves, your hands clamber at his back, gripping onto his sides, knees hooking onto his waist.

 “Fuck- you’re clenching- I’m going to cum.” His pace became more franetic, hips snapping into you, blood rushing to your head like a roaring train. If he has much more in him you aren’t sure you can take it, small pricks of blackness darting across your vision. With a groan he spills into the condom, your hips still rutting, walls pulsing around him. The sounds of post-sex panting and breathy swearing fill the air.

 “Thank you,” you mutter, sound muffled by his shoulder.  “No. Thank you.” He is collapsed slightly around you, holding you to him, your sweaty sticky bodies become fully enmeshed - peaceful and protected - together. All moments must come to an end, this one does as well with Mingi sliding from you gently as the blood redistributed throughout his body.  “You did so well.” He pats your lower stomach happily, before wobbling to the bathroom. A nice straight shot to there, you noted, just in case you needed to throw up. “Do you want me to help you or–” he yelled, the sound of running water cutting him off.  “No!” You hastily lift yourself from the sheets, wishing you could just roll over and go to bed. Hoisting yourself up your legs threaten to give out below you as you trundle to the bathroom after him.

A large glass of water and some ibuprofen sat waiting for you, Mingi already fully wrapped up in blankets, snoring gently.  “Could’ve left a shirt for pjs at least,” you thought wryly, popping open the pill bottle and chugging the water. It was your first mistake, you should’ve left then and there, hitching a cab home and sleeping in your own bed. Instead, you got into the sheets and curled yourself against his back, nose pressed to his spine, closing your eyes, just for a second you told yourself. At worst a couple hours.  “I’ll wake up early and leave.”

There was absolutely no reason you should’ve stayed.

NEXT

[coconutcordiale]

tailspin pt one (what if you're the one, but i'm not?)

pt one | pt two | pt three | pt four | masterlist | sequel

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female bartender!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“Do you ever feel guilty?”

“About what?”

You look at him like he’s a moron, because he must be. “About what we’re doing.”

He shrugs, noncommittal. “Little late for that, don’t you think?"

warnings- 18+ ONLY, explicit cheating (I'm so serious y'all this is not an I didn't know he was married fic), dom/sub themes, authority kink, dom!Hangman, dirty talk, praise kink somewhere in there I think, prob slight degradation kink, oral (m receiving), this is going to come out of the gates filthy so beware, the plot will be later because idk I am who I am, also 2nd person omniscient isn’t really a thing but let’s just pretend it is so switching perspectives with no warning, gratuitous use of nicknames because y/n throws me off, all the commas and run on sentences, lots of morally shitty areas, can't really promise a happy ending this is mostly angst

length- 2.3k ish words

an- lil info on the background for this story on the series masterlist if you’re interested

this is set an unspecified amount of time after the events of tgm, has no plot lines from tgm and is slightly canon divergent in that in order for hangman’s daughter to be the age she's implied to be he’d probably had to have been married and had her during tgm. a lot of the emotional turmoil is very near and dear to my heart and has been dying to come out for years, anyways long winded way to say I'm really nervous to post this

ok goodbye I'm sorry my rant is over enjoy some filth

Now.

Jake Seresin is barely through the front door of your apartment when he says the three words that make you crumble.

“On your knees.”

You hardly have the wherewithal to set down the things in your hands before you’re kneeling in front of him in your living room, face to face with the growing bulge in his service khakis. 

His mouth is set in a hard line, but you swear you see a smile hidden in his green eyes as he looks down. You bite your lip as you look up at him, feeling a little shy at how readily you comply with his commands. You’re almost embarrassed, but that little inkling of shame is quickly being washed away by the heat coursing through your veins. 

Obeying Jake comes more naturally to you than anything else. 

Your mouth waters as he tilts your head back, sliding his thumb between your parted lips. It always feels so possessive, when his long fingers hold your jaw and press down on your tongue, like he owns you. You moan around his finger, already lit up with anticipation. 

Reaching up to unbutton his uniform, you slip your hands underneath his white undershirt, dying to get all that sun kissed skin beneath your fingertips. Tracing the planes of his stomach, you love the way the ridges of his abs jump at your touch. He may play at unaffected, but you know better. 

Meeting his eyes with a silent question, you wait for his nod before making quick work of his belt and pulling him out, biting back a pathetic whine when you see he’s already rock hard for you. 

He gently pulls his thumb from you and goes to finish the buttons of his shirt you couldn’t quite reach from your position on the floor, letting out a low, mocking chuckle at the eager way you’re transfixed on his cock. 

You both know in a battle of patience and self-control he would definitely win, but your chest still swells with pride when you look up again to see his green eyes dark with lust. 

Settling your hands on his muscled quads, you lick a stripe from base to tip before wrapping your lips around the head and swiping your tongue along the slit that’s already leaking precum. 

Jake groans, head falling back, exposing the long line of his neck, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck.”

He only lets you control the pace for a few moments before his hands fly to the back of your head, holding you in place as he starts to fuck your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you tense your hands on his thighs for a moment, before relaxing and focusing on opening your throat, taking all of him. 

“That’s my girl,” you hear from somewhere in the air above and you know you must be preening at his praise, proud as a peacock, spine tingling as your shoulders roll back unconsciously, sitting up a little straighter. 

Even though you can barely breathe, even though distantly you can feel your legs aching where they rest against the carpet, you still manage a moan around him as his words shoot a wave of heat straight to your cunt.

Jake’s fingers clench in your hair and you relish the little panting noises that he probably thinks you can’t hear coming from his mouth, breathing uneven. You could stay like this forever, only purpose to make him feel good, to be good for him. 

One of your hands leaves his thigh to slide under your dress and across your now ruined panties, aching for some sort of friction.

He notices, of course, because he notices everything.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, sucking my cock always gets you dripping wet, doesn’t it?” 

He’s a little breathless as he says it, but somewhere in the back of your mind you still want to flip him off for the teasing lilt in his voice. That thought goes out the window just as quickly as it came in, as you get distracted by the heavy weight of him on your tongue, the stretch of your jaw. 

He pulls himself out with a pop, hand going to your chin and forcing you to look up at him. Your mouth stays parted, pleading whines leaving of their own volition at the emptiness. 

Taking pity on your needy noises, his thumb presses at your mouth again, and you immediately wrap your lips around it, working your tongue like you just were on him. You sigh, contentedly, pathetically.

Jake smirks, head clearing somewhat without your mouth on him, but at this point you’re too far gone to care. 

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he says, almost casually. 

He pulls his thumb out and returns his hand to your hair, bringing your lips to the tip of him, but holding you back from going down as he looks down at you expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, forcing yourself to make direct eye contact with his intense gaze no matter how much you want to look away. 

He may have you on your knees, but you both know who’s really in charge here. 

Seemingly satisfied with your response he lets you take him in again, grunting as you go all the way down immediately, and you look up at him through your lashes. 

You should’ve known, however, the fire in your eyes wouldn’t go unnoticed. “Come riding your hand with my cock in your fucking mouth or you don’t get to come at all.”

Those filthy words tingle your skin all the way from your fingertips to your toes. Hands tangling in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you moan, he sets the pace, unrelenting, and your eyes nearly roll back in your head as you work your fingers over your clit, senses all overwhelmed with nothing but him, so full of him you can barely breathe. 

Distantly you hear him groaning a litany of praises, having lost the steely edge to his tone as he gets closer, “Fuck, sweetheart, gorgeous with my cock in your pretty mouth, so good for me...” 

Your head feels heavy and your jaw hurts, but you feel that familiar tingling as you’re on the precipice, starting at your overworked button and spreading through every nerve ending, somehow both slowly and all at once. 

This is the best you’ve ever felt, not a thought your mind, except yes Jake, please Jake on an endless loop.

And then snap, you're falling off that cliff and shuddering with pleasure. And just for a moment, your brain is finally, blissfully quiet. 

Two, three, four more thrusts and he comes down your throat, head thrown back and moaning obscenities like a chant while you’re still whimpering around his cock. “That’s my girl, fuck, take it all, my good fucking girl—” 

Jake shakes as you keep your mouth on him, swallowing every drop and continuing to suck as he gets oversensitive. 

When it becomes too much, he pulls you up to your feet. Before you have a moment to catch your balance, or more likely, fall because your legs are suddenly made of jelly, he’s lifting and tugging you to the couch, falling back with you right on top of him. You don’t even have time to laugh at how disheveled you are, clothes hanging haphazardly off you both. 

“Thank you, doll,” he murmurs, arms wrapped around you octopus-style, sweet like honey and sharply contrasting the authoritative air he marched through your front door with. “I needed you today.”

You kiss him hard in answer, trying to shove away the part of you that lights up at his gratefulness. He needs you.

You’re terrified, at the way you respond to his words. Rationally, you’ve grasped that there’s no way this can last forever, but you’re terrified to let it go. And if you’re being truly honest with yourself, you’re even more terrified that it will let you go first. 

•••

Hangman is buttoning up his service khakis, nonchalant as ever, honey having long melted away.

Your stomach is in knots, nausea rising. “Do you ever feel guilty?”

“About what?”

You look at him like he’s a moron, because he must be. “About what we’re doing.”

He shrugs, noncommittal. “Little late for that, don’t you think?"

Your fingers clench, fighting the urge punch him for being so callous. You hate when he acts like this with you. You don’t want to talk to Hangman right now, with his carefully curated everything rolls off my back attitude, you want to talk to Jake. 

Despite the cliff he’s just taken you over, your body is rife with tension, buzzing with irritation. This rollercoaster of emotions takes off every time you see him lately. Maybe the months you’ve spent making a mockery of his marriage, of his commitment to his family, are finally catching up to you.

“What do you want me to say?” Hangman asks blankly after assessing the look on your face, and you loathe the way his tone, his eyes, his chiseled cheekbones are devoid of any emotion. 

He’s always like this when faced with confrontation he hasn’t started himself, with things he thinks are easier to ignore. When he can’t manage to blow something off with a joke he shuts down and says a whole lot of fucking nothing, acting like he’s running for a goddamn senator of Texas and you hate it so much it makes your hands shake. 

And if there’s anything Hangman would rather ignore, it’s this. 

Because when he thinks too hard about what he’s doing he can’t make excuses for it. Katelyn is an incredible mother, dedicated to their family. They haven’t been in love for a long time, but they are partners. It sounds insane, given the way he disrespects his marriage vows every time he so much as thinks of you, but he can’t bear the thought of leaving Katelyn to parent alone, without the partner he promised her he would be.

He’s pretty sure he wants to be a good man, but he doesn’t know how to. 

It’s unnervingly silent as you gape at him, air thick with tension, the space between you and Hangman straining with anger and threatening to boil over at any moment. You must look murderous because you swear he’s starting to look a little scared of you and fucking good, he should be, since you’re about five seconds away from stomping outside and keying his stupid truck. You’re just barely resisting the urge to scream and yell at him, and even then, it’s only because somewhere the logical part of your brain knows that won’t get him to talk either. 

You’ve been quiet for so long he’s starting to shift, almost like he’s nervous, probably is, with you staring at him like an insane person. 

It strikes you that he looks so young when he starts getting restless, long fingers fidgeting, like maybe once upon a time Jake was an awkward and gangly teenager before he became the ever-charming fighter pilot he is today. Like this fidgety creature in front of you is the man behind the Hangman curtain. 

With that thought, as suddenly as all your anger came rushing into you it’s exhaled just as quickly in your next breath. And all that's left is soul-crushing, bone wrenching, defeat.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you hear yourself say, far away like you’re not in your body anymore, floating above you and Jake in your tiny living room, drifting away from the ache in your chest.

The words that have been on the tip of your tongue for weeks have finally left your mouth before you even give them permission to. Now, instead of letting Jake believe you could murder him with just a curl of your lips, you’re fighting to keep the tears at bay.

It doesn’t work.

That changes his mood so quickly you dimly wonder if you should get checked for whiplash, as he wraps you up in his arms again, kissing your forehead. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. Don’t cry. I’ve got you.”

You look up at Jake, even though you know for the sake of your sanity you shouldn’t. Through your tears you see the careful blankness washed off, grief plain on his face, and it sends another sharp ache through your chest that feels eerily like a fracture in your rib cage. 

This man is the one you couldn’t help but fall for. With everyone else he’s all cocky grins that border on arrogance. Somewhere along the line, little by little, soft smiles and vulnerable emotions painted themselves on his handsome features, only for you to see.

You’re no stranger to putting up fronts. Bartending at the Hard Deck, a place dominated by military bravado, requires you to be a little rough around the edges. You can hold your own with those men and women, no problem, but Jake has always had this uncanny ability to smooth out that jagged exterior. 

No one has ever made you feel like he does, being yourself with him as easy as breathing. You spent so long hiding that neither of you realized how electrifying it would be to have someone you could be raw, and real with. Now that you have it, it seems impossible to give up. 

Yet here you are, walking away from it. It feels like a mistake as you do it, extinguishing the flame of the first thing that’s ever set you on fire. 

“I’m serious, Jake.”

“I know,” he says, arms winding tighter, tucking his face in your hair and taking a deep breath in. Like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel, the way you smell.

What if you’re the one, but I’m not?

[starstrucktiddies]

It was our first date, and I was wearing a pink sundress and cute lil white shoes, with thigh high stockings.

Your shirt was unbuttoned 2 buttons at the top, peeking some of your chest, and tight jeans that curved your ass perfectly.

We ended up going back to mine, and I asked if you wanted a coffee, to which you said yes.

As I was making the drinks, you came up behind me, and ran your hands up my thighs and onto my hips, pulling my dress up slightly so you could see I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"mmmm... No panties... Easy to take now.." you put your lips to the side of my neck, and I take a breath in sharply. I could feel my area getting warm already.

"maybe not here..? I'm gonna get cold.." even though it's ridiculously hot outside, it was cool in here, my nipples pointing through the fabric of my dress.

"oh you're not gonna be cold after I'm done with you"

I turn to face you, eyes looking up into your face. I place my hand on your growing bulge, squeezing and pushing you back against the kitchen wall.

"you sure you wanna play that game.. Big boy?"

A flash of a startled look crosses your face, only to be replaced by a sly grin. I place my hand around your neck, pushing you down the wall, to your knees.

"in my house, you will call me ma'am, and nothing else. You hear me?" you nod, and I can see your dick pressing against your already tight jeans.

"take of your shirt... Slowly." you proceed to do as your told.

"good boy... Now unbutton your jeans." as you do so, I notice you were also, not, wearing any underwear. Your hardness pops free, and I slowly lick my top lip. You go to touch one of my legs, and I slap it away.

"who said you could touch?"

"no one.. Ma'am."

"follow me" and ias I turn to leave the kitchen, I feel you stand up and walk close behind me. As I walk up the stairs, I undo my sundress, letting it slide past my shoulders, down my back, just to rest above my ass. I hear you groan, I turn to face you, grab your face, and kiss your lips. Moaning into my mouth, you go to grab me again, tow which I slap away your hands.

"naughty boy.. No... Touchy. Just follow."

I turn and carry on up the stairs, heading towards my bedroom.

"sit on the bed, legs apart." you follow the orders. I go to my bedside drawer, and grab my little bullet vibrator. I pull up a chair just a meter away from you, sit down, and open my own legs.

"you can watch, but you can't do anything, hands on the bed, look. At. Me."

I proceed to press the vibrator onto my clit, and I can feel how wet I am already. I let out a slight gasp as I find that perfect little spot, and eye your twitching dick. You moan at me, puppy eyes looking desperately.

"oh.. You wanna touch? Get on your knees" quicker than anything, your on your knees in front of me.

"you may use your tongue, nothing else. Hands behind your back"

As you place your tongue on me, I moan. Getting wetter and wetter, feeling the power I have over you. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling, when you suddenly slip a finger inside me. I gasp and stand up, pulling you with me.

"I said no touching" and I shove you backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of you, and pinning your arms above your head.

"now I'm going to tease the fuck outta you, discipline is needed" your eyes close and you groan as I teasingly place your tip just on the outside of my wetness, rocking back and forth, making you think I'm gonna go all the way, just to move it again. No need for lube, both of us are wet enough for it to slide in so easily.

You open your eyes, look into mine, and growl. You take your arms back, grab me by the hips and throw me underneath you.

"it's my turn... Ma'am" to which I giggle for a split second, to be replaced by a shortened breath.

All of you slides into me so easily, and I can feel how hard you are.

"damn you're so fucking hard..."

You pull that sly grin again, and proceed to fuck me slowly. Feeling every single inch of you going in and out, feeling your tip under my belly button.

Pulling out, you turn me to have my head over the bed.

"take it.. Take it all" I open my mouth, and I can feel myself gagging around your cock. You play with my wetness as I'm doing this, and oh my god.. Heaven.

I can feel your cock so deep in my throat, I move my hips with the slow beat of you.

"mmmmm that's it... Like that.. All of it" I run my hands on the inside of your thighs, heading for your balls. I slowly feel them, squeezing ever so gently, wanting to push your cock in deeper.

"uugghhhhhh fuck, fuck! Fuck!" your cock pulsates in my throat, and I know I got you where I wanted you.

"you little... That wasn't meant to happen yet. Now you're going to be punished"

You pull out, and you spin me around, shoving your dick in me so fucking hard and fast, that I had no chance to react. Slapping my ass you just pound the ever living crap out of me. I groan and maon and i can feel my eyes rolling to the back on my head.

That's when you shove a finger in my ass.

"good thing you were so wet, your ass is wet now too. Perfect."

You fuck both my holes and within minutes, I'm tensing around your hardness, finishing all over your dick.

Breathless, we fall onto the bed. But you keep a hand on my pussy. Moving a finger in and out slowly, fucking your cum back into it. It's almost torture, but fuck it feels good.

[bitchyglitterfox]

Kinktober Day 4: Breathe Play - Jonathan Byers x F!Reader

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Kinktober day 4 finally! whoop whoop! This one was fun to write ngl I love Jonathan so writing this and kinda making him a lil dommy was good! Prompt: @the-purity-pen

Warning: SMUT, Choking(Consensual), unprotected PiV wrap it before you tap it yall, research breathe play before you do it. Use of Daddy once, no aftercare, fluff, and smut hehe

Word: 735

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Jonathan had you pushed against your bedroom wall kissing you feverishly, running your hands threw his newly grown-out hair you tugged it a bit causing him to moan. You push your hips against his feeling the ever-growing boner. You weren't able to go with your cousin Mike to California as you had planned but that didn't matter now. You were both here and alive and somewhat safe for now. 

His hands slide up your skirt feeling the bandages on your thigh, a quick quirk of his eyes asks the questions his closed lips dont. 

“Demo bats, nasty little fuckers that also got Steve and Eddie,” you say pulling him closer to you and whispering in his ear, “Now I want you to fuck me hard and show me how much you've missed me” sucking on his neck as you cup his boner.

He groans, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off you being grateful that you weren't wearing a bra, as he carries you to your bed. He gently tosses your shirt to the side, tossing him as well. He goes back to attack your lips once more, leaning against you, chest pressed against chest. You fumble with the buckle of his pants as he pushes your skirt up around your waist and pulls your panties down. 

“Already so wet for me baby?” he smiles as he pumps himself a few times, “is your pretty cunt ready for my cock?” 

You never saw this side of Jonathan often, but when this side of him does come out it never fails to make your pussy clench. 

“Yes, daddy, all for you, all ready for you” you moan out as you can see his cock, the head leaking pre cum. You can't wait to feel him fill you once more, your rabbit vibrator only doing so much. You craved his cock. 

“That's my good girl”

He lined up his cock with the entrance of your pussy, running his head along the slit, lubing up with your essence. He pushes into you roughly giving you no time to adjust to his size and girth just how you like it.

A breath hitches in your throat as you groan at the delicious feeling of being full. You reach up and bring his lips back to yours as he begins his assault on your pussy. Your hands go to squeeze his arms, and one of them moves your own to squeeze the bundle of nerves as he pounds into you harder. 

“Holy fuck baby, how I missed this pussy,” He uses his free hand to your throat gently squeezing. This is also something you desperately missed as well. When you and Jonathan first started having sex you both realized you had a thing for breathe play. You liked the feeling of Jonathan having his hand wrapped around your throat as he fucked into you. 

“Oh f-fuck, yes baby. Make me cum, my vibrator was never enough only your cock will be able to make me cum,” you moan out. 

“Such a good girl taking my cock like this,” he says as he squeezes your throat just a slightly bit more, the lack of oxygen and Jonathan fucking into you makes your head dizzy. You can feel you are close to your release as is he.

The eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push against your cervix. 

“J-Jon I’m close” you moan, “Fuck I've missed you so much”  

“Then cum for me baby,” he says as he feels himself near his own orgasm. 

Soon his thrusts became slower and less powerful, you feel him paint your walls with white ropes of his come just as you slather his dick with your own. His hand releases your throat and he kisses you gently, the Jonathan you first met 3 years ago shining through. 

“I missed you so much,” he says nuzzling into your throat and gently pulling out of you, causing you both to hiss due to the sensitivity. 

“I miss you too so much but now I'm so tired and would like to cuddle my boyfriend,”  you say slipping under the blanket and pulling it open for him to slide under as well. You lay your head on his chest and let the sound of his heart lull you to sleep, just before dreams take you, you feel him kiss the top of your head.

[wiltingdecay]

was bored and couldn't get my pea brain to focus on writing after expending so much energy today so here's some half baked rowan charm "plans" (i use that term very lightly here)

halloween charm rowan

• BANSHEE ROWAN? BANSHEE ROWAN............... BANSHEE ROWAN!!

• banshees are just yassified ghosts so tattered white gown + white hood/veil thingy + some kind of waist corset thingy to rowanify it some more.

• hair MESSY and flying out around his head.

• dark and extremely smudgy make-up, maybe some white foundation as well (i don't think banshees have freckles :( sad)

• arms out pose so big ripped sleeves can dangle and be centred

• face like >:] and general heehoo im gonna getcha vibes

baewatch charm rowan

• beeeeeg sunhat, smthing similar to portia's but with darker colours perchance

• they probably didn't have obnoxious patterned hawaiian shirts in ye olden times but he's getting one anyway

• tiny lil dark plain coloured bikini top underneath bc said hawaiian shirt must be oversized + unbuttoned

• either equally tiny full ass out shorts or full transmasc board shorts. might sketch both and see which i like best

• chunky wedge sandals bc he's apparently been short coded, he can't not remind ppl that he is Tall

• pose..... idk but he will be holding a margarita. would be floating in a big donut but too similar to asra's + hides outfit. perhaps crouching by a rock pool befriending a crab

wedding charm rowan

• sitting SEXILY. legs crossed ass and thighs in full view.

• can't imagine rowan getting married at his ingame age/maturity level so make him look a lil older

• longer hair? longer hair. would be styled like his regular hairstyle but Fancier. thinking braided back like muriel's hair in his route

• white + gold outfit obviously but with red accents... red tie? red hair accessories? red lips? red bottom boots? yes

• white ruffly poet shirt showing off hefty amounts of chest... gold underbust waistcoat or corset w red detailing... frilly ass pants with gold embroidery.... white or gold heel boots... fuck maybe a white w gold or just straight gold tailcoat too he is getting MARRIED he should go all out (but on the other hand i don't want it to just be a recolour of his masquerade fit so we'll see)

• fanciest gold jewellery i am willing to spend time drawing

wonderland charm rowan

• i guess rowan is alice?? only thing that really makes sense lmao

• turn alice's skirt into shorts and her apron into a lil waist corset and we have ourselves a rowancore outfit

• pose + background elements; based on scene from the beginning where alice is falling into wonderland - pose rowan partially upside down/falling headfirst perhaps

• have plot important stuff falling with him; the emerald necklace, cards from asra's deck, myrrh pouch, julian's research, red beetles, etc

fruit charm rowan

• rowan is already a fruit and today that fruit will be a mango. red + green + lil bit of goldish yellow fits his aesthetique to a t

• outfits seem to be modern au + matching the fruit's palette for the most part soooooo... slightly slutty punkish dark academia outfit that's red/green/little bit of gold. idk what that would even entail but i'll figure something out

• pose/background details; sitting legs crossed on beeg half-mango "boat" and holding/eating smaller mango?? idk the composition of these charms confuses my pea brain for some reason

potion bottle shaker charm rowan

• finally i do not have to cook up a new outfit. breathes a sigh of relief

• pose.... idk he'll just be sittin. either he'll be a bit slutty about it or takin a nap against the side of the bottle, i could go either way

• heart shaped red bottle with a gold stopper inlaid with a turquoise gemstone(s) to match/reference their necklace. might have some gorse flowers around the top too. perchance.

• contents of bottle: two tarot cards. sammi. a chibi version of the tower (Uh Oh). the notebook that they scribble investigation stuff/General Thots in throughout the routes. a little flame.

tired so i'll plan out the rest some other time