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[theexodvs]

Richard Stallman warned us about blobs.

[arxiwon]

Discipline

Pairing: Idol!Jungwon × Reader (Established Relationship)

Genre: Extreme Smut, Power Play, Brat-Taming

Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ only), Extreme Dominance & Possessiveness, Brat-Taming & Punishment, Degradation & Dirty Talk Overstimulation & Orgasm Denial, Choking, Spanking, Hair Pulling Fear Play & Rough, Manhandling, Breeding Kink & Marking

You had no idea what you had just unleashed.

Jungwon wasn’t just jealous—he was furious. The way you had been flirting, teasing, acting like you didn’t belong to him? It was a game you had played before, but this time? You had pushed too far.

That’s how you ended up on your knees, wrists bound behind your back, Jungwon’s fingers gripping your jaw so tightly it ached.

"You think this is funny?" His voice was dangerous, dripping with venom.

You gasped as he tilted your head back, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, unreadable.

"Answer me."

Your breath hitched. "N-No—"

His grip tightened.

"No? But you looked like you were having so much fun throwing yourself at him."

You shook your head quickly. *"I wasn’t! I swear—"

He cut you off with a sharp slap to your cheek.

It wasn’t hard—just enough to make you whimper, to make your thighs squeeze together involuntarily.

Jungwon smirked. He saw that.

"Oh, baby." His voice turned mocking, cruel. "You like that, don’t you?"

You shuddered.

"Bet you’re soaking just from me putting you in your place."

Before you could answer, he grabbed your chin, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck."

You obeyed immediately, your tongue swirling around his fingers, sucking them in deep.

His gaze darkened.

"Good girl."

Then—he yanked his fingers free, dragging them down your body, slipping them between your legs.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he felt just how soaked you were.

"Pathetic," he murmured. "Acting like a slut and then pretending you don’t want to be treated like one."

You whined, thighs trembling, as he teased your entrance, barely pushing in before pulling away.

"Jungwon—please—"

Wrong answer.

His hand came down on your ass, hard.

You yelped, body jerking forward.

"Did I say you could talk?"

You shook your head, biting your lip.

Jungwon grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you could feel his breath against your ear.

"You’re going to take everything I give you," he whispered, voice laced with dark amusement. "And you’re going to fucking thank me for it."

Then—he shoved you onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach.

You barely had time to process before he ripped your panties off, spreading your legs wide.

"Since you like acting like a slut, you’ll take it like one."

Then—he slammed into you.

You screamed, your entire body arching as he filled you to the hilt. The stretch was brutal, overwhelming, perfect.

Jungwon didn’t give you time to adjust.

He set a punishing pace immediately, his fingers digging into your hips, dragging you back onto his cock with every thrust.

"Who owns this pussy?" he growled.

"Y-You��!"

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

"Say it properly."

"You, Jungwon—only you—!"

His smirk widened, his pace turning savage.

"Damn right."

His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, rougher.

"Gonna fill you up," he snarled. "Make sure everyone fucking knows who you belong to."

Your entire body tightened around him, white-hot pleasure ripping through you. You screamed his name, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

But Jungwon wasn’t done.

He flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head.

"Oh, baby," he murmured against your lips, mocking, cruel. "I’m not stopping until you’re fucking crying for me."

"Too much… ssh—t-too much—"

Your voice was wrecked, broken, trembling.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, your body quivering beneath him, overstimulated, ruined.

But Jungwon? He wasn’t satisfied.

"Too much?" he echoed, his lips curving into a smirk. His voice was mocking, cruel.

You felt him slow his thrusts, rolling his hips deeper, harder, stretching you out all over again.

Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping the sheets, your back arching in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

But there was nowhere to run.

Jungwon’s fingers wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to look at him.

"Oh, baby," he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make your head spin. "But you wanted this, didn’t you?"

Your whimper was lost in the wreckage of your own moans.

"You wanted me to lose control." His pace picked up again, slamming into you so deep you could barely breathe. "Wanted to see how far I’d go."

You sobbed out a desperate, trembling moan.

"Now look at you." His fingers slid down between your legs, pressing against your swollen clit. "Fucking ruined."

You screamed. Your body convulsed, tightening around him like a vice.

"That’s it," Jungwon groaned, his grip bruising. "Give me one more. I know you can."

Your legs shook violently, your mind blanking as you shattered again.

And Jungwon? He still wasn’t done.

[eph3merall]

the coolness of matt's rings feel shocking compared to the warmth of your skin, his hands rubbing up and down slowly as he presses wet kisses to your inner thighs. the fabric of your panties is already drenched and clinging to your pussy, giving the man between your legs the perfect view of your cunt even with your underwear acting as a barrier.

his nose ends up bumping at your clit, to which you mewl out loud and try to grind your hips down—desperate for any type of friction he was willing to give you. you hear matt grumble something, leaning back a little to press another chaste kiss to your inner thigh, only this time much closer to your covered cunt. he lets one of his forearms shift to press your hips down onto the bed while the thumb of his free hand rubs teasing circles around your clit.

"ssh, hey, stop movin' so much. awh, this is kinda pathetic, baby. look at how wet you are, and from what, huh?" matt's words are condescending and you wail out when two of his fingers prod at your entrance over your panties. his forearm serves as the only thing keeping your body from moving around so much, pressing down harshly on your hips to cease your squirming.

your head thumps back against the pillows, hushing yourself in your mind when you feel matt hook his fingers into your underwear and atart tugging them down your hips, over your thighs, letting them drop to his floor. you almost moan out of excitement, only barely managing to stifle it as you feel fingers spreading your folds. your head lifts a little to meet matt's eyes for a split second, whining lowly when the tip of his middle fingers sinks into your waiting hole.

you're practically desperate, eyes squeezing shut when matt eases his finger in. through the buzz in your ears, you hear him mumble a few words that probably have no importance to them anyways, legs twitching when he starts to pump his finger inside you. faint coos from the man between your thighs make it through the haze of your brain, moaning when he adds another finger.

matt is practically entranced by the sight, like hes a teenage boy having sex for the first time again. his thumb rubs lazy circles on your clit and he relishes in the way you whine and cry out his name. his fingers speed up, the wet sounds of your pussy squeezing him in loud and shrill in his ears. that, and the way you moan so pretty for him.

when he feels you clench around his digits, he promptly stops, blue eyes shifting from the sight in front of him to your face. he gauges your reaction, all whiny pleas of asking him to not stop and fat tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

matt just hums, pulling his fingers out of your sopping hole to quickly lick clean. his eyes practically roll back at the taste of you on his tongue, fighting back the urge to groan. he doesnt miss the way you start squirming again, thrashing around to try and get your way. firm hands grasp your hips, shoving them down and pinning them to the mattress as he shoots you a glare.

and you attempt to glare back, obviously annoyed at how slow this pace is going. but your glare directed at matt resembled more of a fleeting look to him, all shy and desperate. a chuckle falls past his lips and he swallows thickly, leaning in to lick a broad stripe up your slit. he's ready for the cry you make, for the way you try rutting your hips down against his face.

matts tongue licks your clit into his mouth, sucking gently on the bud and humming in his throat when you respond with your hands tangled in his already messy hair. he isnt sure when the backs of your knees have landed on his shoulders, but he doesnt mind. his hands grasp your thighs to tug and pull you closer, releasing your clit to wiggle his tongue against your entrance.

matt's room quickly fills with the sound of loud cries and low groans and grumbles, the sounds bouncing off the walls and seeming to echo in your ears. the sound of matt messily slurping at your cunt makes your face heat up in embarrassment, hands tugging and pulling at his hair.

he alternates between slow licks and fast flicks of his tongue, nose nudging at your clit and making that knot in your tummy tighten each time. surprisingly, he freely allows you to grind your cunt down against his face, groaning against you and only serving to make you whine and moan.

it doesn't take long for the knot in your stomach to tighten and then snap, thrashing and crying out as your orgasm hits you like a wave—pulling you under and making it feel horrifyingly intense. matt continues licking and eating you out through it, humming when you whine about how sensitive and overstimulated you feel. he's lapping up as much of your release as possible until youre weakly attempting to shove him away.

he drops your legs back onto the bed, lifting his head up from between your thighs and stregching his shoulders out a little with a grin. his beard is soaked right along with his lips, and there's a sting in his scalp. ignoring it, he wipes at his mouth quickly. matt turns his body to reach for the camera on his shelf, tongue poking out to lick his lips as his eyes probe over your spent body—half lidded eyes, stomach heaving in breaths, and a pretty mess between your thighs.

"smile and say cheese, baby."

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©eph3merall 2025

[szarina]

📌 day twenty-one: sex pollen + nanami kento

with every step, the world seems to spin more around him.

he needs to have the treatment of whatever he was feeling. the weather wasn't hot that day as the weather forecast had predicted but why was his clothes feels warmer around him and why does his heart beat seems to run a mile and sweat trickling down his forehead.

the mark behind his palm, just above the knuckles is a splotchy tint of pink similar to a stain of spilled wine. extending to his arm that is hidden by his shirt, his silver watch glinting in the light. there's also the unmistakable heat pooling in his stomach. one that he's familiar with. it was beginning to bother him at this point.

“nanami?” a voice called out to him and it was an angel's voice he must be hearing. it could be and it belongs to you.

why you must appear at this time. looking so regal and ethereal and looking like you're a sculpture of a greek artist that had come to life. the light from the sunny weather outside glares at you and it place you on the spot with the light acting like halo above your head. you must be angel and before he can control his actions. he crashes his lips into yours.

groping whatever skin he can touch and reach. reveling in the softness and squishiness of your flesh that feels like clay for him to mold and smooth against his touch.

he was tainted with lust that he didn't think of the aftermath and what's little of self control went to you. you were a little bit shocked at what just happened and nanami was already apologizing. his cheeks flushed like he had been drinking.

“i'm sorry. i didn't i was thinking.” he says but his words are contradiction to his actions. he was still glued to you. hands roaming all over your supple body. “i just need you.” it was the influence of the curse that was talking but it was real. part of it was coming from him. the whole thing.

the heady scent of your perfume mixing with your won sends him teetering over the edge and all he wants is to bite you and taste you on his tongue.

the blonde got you trapped in his grip. “i'm sorry. i promise i'll make it up to you.” he says in between groans and he's already lifting you up. spreading your legs to place himself between them. you have no choice in this but to take what he's about to give.

despite the neediness growing in his pants. arousal evident with the painful bulge. he made sure to kiss you. savor the open mouthed kisses that leaves you gasping and mewling for him. “fucking beautiful.” he curses under his breath. tugging down at your pants and revealing the mound of your fat cunt.

it only took him a quick zip of his pants and it's pooling in his knees. pulling down his boxers. his cock springing free. leaking with beads of cum. awaiting for the relief that was supposed to ease it.

“just bare with me.” he whispers. pulling you into a kiss. repeatedly tapping the tip of his cock to your clothed panties before pushing them aside to accommodate his length that is being painful as the minute goes by. a groan escaped his lips. the strands of blonde hair sticking in sweat to his forehead.

“ssh.” he shushes you as he slowly puts his hardened length to your awaiting heat. “you're so good around me baby.” rubbing soft circles to your soft thighs to distract you from the pain of his cock intruding your cunt.

he kissed your round cheeks again and again and then to your lips before delving his tongue past beyond your lip and then his tongue is exploring whatever part he can touch before sucking your tongue. leaving you drooling and lewdly moaning at his ministrations.

he grinds his pelvis against hers. his cock rubbing all over her sweet spot and that made his cock throb and pulse. he's not going to last and with a groan. his lips still attached to your mouth he cummed. spilling his seed and painting your walls white with his spent. a pleasurable relief sending shivers up his spine.

it was only temporary, the effects of the curse that hit him hasn't fully gone down and added by the addicting taste of you and your body being made for him. he won't be calming any time soon.

by the time that you both are covered in each other's arousal you were still both fucking each other's brain out and nanami made sure after this, he will pamper you. spoil you after this.

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Hurt

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary It’s another grueling hunt. The pain needs to go somewhere. CWs Hunting, some violence, established couple, rough sex to deal with the pain. More angst than smut. 18+. 1.7k words

Dean Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

Dean’s back meets the wall with a loud, painful thud, and he ducks his head just in time to not receive a hammer to the face.

Dean’s back meets the wall with a loud, painful thud, and he brings his head forward just in time so that you smashing your lips against his doesn’t ram the back of it into the ugly motel wallpaper.

He uppercuts the guy swinging the hammer at him, then pushes himself off the wall, his arms going around the guy’s middle as he tackles him.

His arms go around your middle as he grabs you and spins you around, so that your back is to the wall now.

Hammer guy’s not one to be easily moved though. He grabs at Dean’s shirt, trying to tear him away from him. Dean grunts with the effort to stay upright.

Your hands grab at Dean’s shirt, the front of it, and it’s a good thing it’s already open because otherwise the buttons would go flying everywhere with how roughly you rip it off him.

You’re on the other side of the grimy basement room, focused on the werewolf in front of you while another shows up behind you, hits you straight across the back with a metal pipe. You grunt as you’re thrust forward, your head snapping back with the force of the impact.

Dean grabs for the hem of your shirt, pulls it up, forcing you to stretch up your arms as he tears it off you. He tosses it away, then grabs you by the hips, pushes you against the wall, and when he presses his face against your neck, tongue and teeth and all, your head snaps up to give him room.

Dean’s managed to get the guy attacking him off him by rolling him over his shoulder. He grabs for the silver knife he has tugged into his belt, pulls it, the sharp edge nicking the leather. Holds it high over him before he brings it down.

Your hands go to Dean’s belt, uncoordinated and desperate hands finding the buckle and opening it. You find the fly next. You need to get to him. Now.

You’re pummeling the face of the guy that hit you with the metal pipe. If he would only lower his hands for a second, you could pull your own weapon and dispatch him. But the other guy, the one you were focused on originally, gets behind you, grabs your arms and pulls them together behind your back.

Dean disentangles himself from your neck and goes for your wrists. You fight him for a second, not letting him grab them but after another attempt and another he manages, pins one against the wall, then goes for your pants with his free one. The one of yours that isn’t pinned forms a fist and you hit Dean’s shoulder and upper arm, hard. Once, twice. Again. You’re not trying to get him to stop, but you haven’t been able to stop fighting yet.

The guy with the metal pipe, which he has luckily dropped somewhere, punches you in the face, and when he does it again you feel skin open under his fist. With your arms pinned behind you, you can’t fight him, but then the guy holding you suddenly lets go, because Dean’s got him around the shoulders. You’re leaning forward and it sends you tumbling into the other wolf. You try to grab his arm but his hand claws into your hair, drags your head back to reveal your throat.

Dean lets go of your wrist but his fingers go into the hair close to your scalp, grabbing you hard, making you look up at him. Your pants are open and his other hand pushes in. You’re pressing your hands into his t-shirt to hold on to something, whimper. But Dean brings your face close to his, so close that your chins are almost meeting, that you can see the different phases of his irises as his fingers find your wet heat, begin rubbing you roughly and expertly. Familiarly.

“Ssh,” he says, and you feel his breath fan over your face. “It’s okay. I got you.”

Your neck is exposed and the ugly, drooling werewolf over you is roaring back to sink his teeth into your skin. Your silver knife boars into his palate before he can do anything else, and it’s a miracle you manage to pull it free when he collapses. For good measure, you stab him in the throat as well, the blood gushing over your hands before you quickly turn around. Just as you do, Dean receives a high kick to the face, making him tumble backwards. You rush right into the fray.

Dean brings you close but then you need more of him. You push him off of you and he stumbles for a second. You quickly make up for the distance and when you reach him, your arms go around him as you wrangle him down onto the bed. For a minute or two, it’s just desperate pulling at clothes, getting things off that haven’t been unbuttoned or unzipped yet. No time for that. You would cut each other out of your clothes if your knives were within reach.

The knife goes into the back of the werewolf’s neck and when you pull the blade out, his hands go to the wound, like he’s trying to shove the blood back in. It doesn’t matter, though, it’s too late. You grab Dean’s arm, do your best to pull him up. His nose is bleeding and he looks a little dazed, but once you are sure he can stand on his own, you rush out of the room, run down the hallway even though it feels like your bones are shaking every time your foot hits the ground. You hear Dean in the distance.

“Wait!” he shouts, but you can’t.

Dean rolls you on your back, clothes finally discarded and enters you, starts fucking you. You wrap your arms as tightly around him as possible and then your legs as well, hoping there is some way you can bring him closer to you.

“Dean,” you barely manage to press out. “Dean, I need—”

“I know,” he grunts and he moves his arm, difficult with how close you two are, presses it between your bodies. You’re shaking back and forth with his thrusts and he finds your clit, and you’re close, you’re so close.

You pull open the heavy metal door with a groan. It’s dark inside, but you tell yourself that doesn’t have to mean anything. You also don’t hear anything, but that doesn’t have to mean anything either. Your hand runs along the wall and then connects with the light switch. When Dean comes up behind you, you’ve already seen everything. The torn bodies, hearts removed, probably while they were still alive. An entire family, four of them. Bile rises in your throat and your breath stutters. You’re too late.

Again, you’re too late.

You come, your cries high and animalistic and Dean follows you, grunting loudly into your ear where his face is pressed against you. You keen and then the keen turns into a sob and that is the final barrier broken. More sobs come from you, the first few quiet, only your body shaking. Dean stills, then pulls you closer. He brings his hand under your head, leans it against his neck. There are tears in his eyes as well, and sometimes you’re not sure if they’re for the dead or for you.

You cry so hard that you think it’ll kill you. It won’t. It never does. Because as unfair as it is, you get to live.

“You gotta be tough to make it in this life,” Dean once told you, years ago. Being the bright-eyed, smartass young hunter that you were, you just raised one eyebrow at him.

“I’m plenty tough,” you replied, voice challenging, and Dean smiled a little.

“I know, sweetheart,” he responded.

“I know.”

Dean presses the cotton bud against the cut on your cheek, and you hiss at the pain.

“I’m sorry,” he says, cupping your face with his other hand and stroking the skin there. He lowers the bud after a few seconds, surveys you with that concentrated look with the pursed lips that he has.

You must look like a mess, apart from the cut and the bruises that are starting to bloom, you know your mascara probably reached the lower part of your face, everything red and smeared from the fight and the sex and the crying. Dean’s not faring much better, the blood that came out of his nose now wiped away but there’s a bruise there that will turn the colors of the rainbow before it’s healed.

But he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world.

“Anywhere else?” he asks, tossing the cotton bud over at the night table.

It’s a question you both know is rhetorical. There’s parts of you he can never heal, and vice versa. But you try your best. Every time you try your best.

So in response, your hand goes up to your naked chest, over your heart. Dean tracks the motion and nods slowly.

“I know,” he says, and then he wraps his arms around you and drags you down onto the mattress. Your heads hit the pillow, faces close, while you look into each other’s eyes. Your hands go up, cup his face as you drag him against your chest.

Dean stills, and then slowly his shoulders drop and his breathing slows. You run your fingers over his scalp, back and forth, back and forth, always the same motion. It’s meant to calm him but it does the same to you. Before long, your eyes are closing.

There might be nightmares waiting on the other side, but Dean will be there to wake you up, just like you will wake him if he’s twitching and begging in his sleep. You always do.

The nightmares won’t go away, that’s for sure. But you will always be there to drag the other out of them.

[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Master (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: After a traumatic series of events, you find yourself being held captive by the sith lord known as Darth Vader. Alone and unarmed, you wish so badly for your beloved master to be here with you. Be careful of what you wish for.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, and Vader’s big dick. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes:  The 'What If' Version: Beloved Master *Fragmented*

Part 2: Beloved Husband

This is a non-burnt Vader fic.  Everything is still intact and has been ‘enhanced’ by the dark side of the force.

“Now behave yourself, jedi, the lord will be with you shortly.” The male attendant sneered, taking great joy in your current predicament.

Standing there, wearing nearly nothing; you tried your best to maintain what little dignity you had left. You gave him a small nod and muttered a quick thanks, before stepping inside the room.

“Try not to have too much fun,” he chuckled darkly and closed the door behind him.

Hearing the locks hiss into place, you began to reflect on the events that led up to this moment.

It had only been a few nights ago that you stood in the temple’s meditation garden. Waiting patiently for your beloved master to return from an ‘emergency meeting’. When your private comlink was hailed, his voice ringing out from it. “Run. Run swiftly. Run to me.”

Everything was fragmented and hazy after that.

The night sky was orange. There were cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple, your home, was engulfed in flames.

You felt utterly hopeless. Worried horribly about your master. Completely devastated at the thought of not saying those words to him one last time.

You tried to run, but someone tugged hard on your arm. Yelling at you to come with them, to ignore his call. Something happened to that someone in a blaze of blue light.

You were no longer being pulled, but carried away from the chaos. Being whispered to that it was ‘all going to be okay, you’re safe’.

That’s when your whole world went dark.

When you awoke, you found yourself locked up in a holding cell. Dressed in the most ridiculous outfit you have ever seen. One that left very little to the imagination.

You did not remain there long. Soon after, the male attendant had arrived. He, along with a pair of clone troopers, then escorted you swiftly to their lord’s private quarters. Apparently, this Vader fellow wanted to have an audience with you rather badly.

It was with this grim thought in mind that the weight of your situation truly set in.

You were alone. Stuck on an unknown planet, which you could feel was entirely encompassed in the dark side of the force. You were without your saber, it’s comforting presence no longer hanging from your hip. And, most gravely, you were about to presumably meet a sith lord.

Scanning your surroundings, you hoped to find something you could possibly use to defend yourself. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the lavish bed chamber that would provide much help.

You heard the door behind you slide open and then close.

Swallowing hard, you tried to compose yourself. Your master had always said to keep your wits about you when facing down an enemy. To stay centered within the force. To keep your mind clear.

How you so wished he was here with you now.

“I am, padawan of mine.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Master?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Is that really you?”

Not waiting for an answer, you quickly whirled around. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over you. Standing before you, a gentle smile on his face, was…

“It’s me”, Anakin muttered.

Without a second thought you ran to him. And he easily scooped you up into his strong arms.

Burying your face into his tunic; you finally let the hot tears flow free. “Ani, it was horrible!” You sobbed softly.

Stroking your hair, he gently swayed back and forth with you. “Ssh, it’s okay. It’s all over.”

You squeezed him tight and whimpered. “I thought I had lost you.”

“Hey, look at me.” Hooking two fingers under your chin, he tilted your face upwards. “We’re never going to lose each other.”

Placing his hand on your cheek, he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. “I made sure that we will always be together…no matter what,” he said malevolently.

Hearing his tone, it was as if you were suddenly released from sort of spell. Anakin was no longer the same, in oh so many ways.

His entire form had changed. He once only stood a head and a half taller, and now he absolutely dwarfed you. His hands were huge. His muscles blown enormous. He looked like an absolute beast, with yellow eyes and a heavy dark aura to match.

Maker, help you. He was the sith lord and you were finding it hard to resist him.

“Ani,” you spoke slowly, reaching to place a tiny hand on his chiseled chest. “What have you done?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, angel,” he replied nonchalantly. “I did what was necessary.”

Tightening his arm around your waist, he somehow pulled you in even closer. “You should be more worried about what I’m going to do to you in that outfit,” he whispered huskily.

A small squeak escaped you as you were suddenly swept off your feet and whisked over to the bed.

Trapped underneath him, it truly sunk in how utterly massive he had become…and how tiny you were in comparison. You shivered at the thought. Whether it was from fear or excitement, you weren’t quite sure.

“What is it, padawan?” He chuckled, hovering above menacingly. “Afraid of your master?”

You shuddered once more as Anakin brushed his clothed length against your inner thigh. Stars, he felt gigantic. “No, master,” you whimpered.

A wide grin spread across his handsome face. “Good, because this is where the fun begins.”

He crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was hungry and passionate. The kind that made you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately pulled him closer, deepening it.

You could hear a rumble of approval in his chest. The sound causes a warmth to spread throughout your entire body.

Parting for air, Anakin gave you a mischievous look before burying his face into your neck. He kissed and bit at the sensitive flesh. Making you purr. Marking you as his for all to see.

His hand, all the while, lazily slid down your form. Coming to rest on your breast, he cupped and gave it a firm squeeze. Eliciting a soft moan from you.

“I love the sounds you make for me,” he muttered against your skin.

“Ani,” you mewled, hands tangling in his golden curls.

“I wonder,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your body. “What kind you’ll make when I do this?”

“Kriff!” You cried out as his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. Sucking and nibbling at it through the paper-thin fabric. Causing your back to arch, your hips glancing one another in a fiery touch. You both groaned.

“Or better yet,” he whispered, sitting back on his legs. “What delicious sound will escape you when I do this?” With the wave of his two fingers, Anakin used the force to…

You let out a frightened squeal as the meager clothes were torn from your form. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself up with your hands, but he easily captured them in his much large one.

Pinning your arms above your head, he playfully scolded. “Now, now, don’t be shy. Let me see that beautiful body, little one.”

That name, it made you shiver. You could feel the dampness and you both knew it had shot straight to your soaking core.

“Oh? You liked that didn’t you?” He taunted, running his other big hand up and down your leg.

Wriggling beneath him, your cheeks burned hot. “I-I did, master,” you replied weakly.

He laughed darkly at your embarrassment and gave your hip a firm squeeze. “Tell me, tiny padawan of mine, what else would you like?”

“Your cock,” you whimpered. “I would like your cock inside of me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He mocked, flashing you a smirk.

Anakin used the force once more. This time removing his own clothes. Revealing…

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry. He was absolutely massive, a true monster. And yet, you wanted him oh so badly.

“Please!” You begged; your voice laced with need. “Want it!”

“I don’t know.” He laid his heavy cock on your pussy, dragging it slowly between your folds. “You were barely able to take me before I became like this. Aren’t you afraid of what will happen now?”

You moaned softly as you found yourself slipping into a haze. “Don’t care! Need it!”

Suddenly, he removed all friction. You were about to whine in protest, until you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.

“All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

In a single, fluid motion, he pushed inside of you.

The two of hissed together, as you took every thick inch.

“So tight,” he growled as he bottomed out.

“So big,” you mewled. Relishing how full it made you feel. How his tip was dangerously pressed against your cervix.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he snaps them forward. Pounding into you at a brutal pace. Giving you no time to adjust to his colossal size.

“A-Ani…” You slurred, eyes going crossed from the stretch. “S-So big, An-Ani…”

He groaned at seeing your tummy bulge every time he thrusted back into you. “Yes, so big and yet your tiny cunt is taking me so well. Tell me, hatari, how much do you love it?”

You could feel the heat beginning to build in your core, tugging at you. “I love it! Love it so much!”

“Needy little thing,” he grunted. “Be a good girl now, let me into that perfect womb of yours. Going to fill you up so full. Going to make you heavy with the heir to my new empire.”

“M-Master…” You could barely form a sentence; you were so overwhelmed.

With a few more deep thrusts, he breached past the tight rim. Getting exactly what he wanted. “That’s it, that’s my sweet padawan,” he cooed.

You could feel the tears of ecstasy running down your cheeks. Your pussy clenching around him from the extra stretch. You were so painfully close and Anakin could tell.

“Let go,” he panted. “We’ll cum together, just like always.”

You went crashing over the edge. Mind blanking as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

His cock twitched inside of you. Filling you to the brim and beyond with his seed. Making your stomach round.

Catching your breath. Smiling warmly at one another. You both basked in the afterglow of it all.

Lacing his fingers with yours, still buried deep within you. Anakin placed a tender kiss on your forehead and whispered. “I love you. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying our child, my empress.”

A cold chill ran through you as you came back down from your high. You knew you should be terrified. That you should be distraught over the events that led up to this.

But as you gazed up into those yellow eyes…none of that mattered anymore. All that did was you being right by his side.

“I love you too, Lord Vader.”

[cockslutpadalecki]

There Is A Heaven, Lets Keep It A Secret

Summary: The owner of the brothel you were sold to only offered you to the ghoul in the hopes it would frighten you. To stop you from trying to run away. You weren’t meant to actually like it.

Characters: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x F!Reader.

Words: ~1K.

Warnings: ghoul fucking, what else can I say? Mostly PWP, some initially unintended angst, 18+.

A/N: Dedicated to the queens that are @sweeterthanthis & @likedovesinthewnd ❤️ Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.

The smell of leather and day old blood used to turn your stomach. But as Cooper slams his glove over your mouth to keep you quiet, your gut rolls with something that’s so far removed from revulsion, it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Pavlovian instinct or not, warmth blossoms in your core, and flames take root in your veins until all you can feel is unmistakable heat.

“Ssh sweetheart,” he coos in Texan above you. “Can’t have them knowin’ you like it. You wouldn’t want me to stop comin’ around, would ya?”

He doesn’t need your affirmation in words. The way your cunt pulses around him is more enough to tell him what he already knows.

The ghoul was only meant to scare you into staying. To put you in your place.

But the more he keeps coming back, the more of the man beneath the irradiated skin shines through.

Initial terror morphs into adoration and some nights, when the raiders decide to get a little rough, you find yourself hiding inside your head— fantasising that it’s his hands on you instead.

But the fantasy only lasts briefly. Cooper Howard would never.

Unless you ask him nice and pretty.

You stare up at him, his eyes lost in the way your breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts. He ruts into you with abandon, the loud slap of his hips against your ass echoing around the room. The obscenity makes heat creep up your spine, and settle thick beneath your cheeks.

You can’t have anyone knowing that these moments are all that keep you sane.

“Maybe it ain’t gonna be your mouth that reveals your truth, after all, honey,” Cooper observes with a husk.

A free hand slides up your writhing body, and a gloved thumb runs circles over your pebbling nipple. Your back arches at the contact, forcing your hips up. His stare catches yours over the top of leather.

“There you are, little Jet,” he smiles.

Cooper lifts your leg over his shoulder, the contrast in depth steals the breath from your lungs. He notices— must see the way your eyes widen as he slides back inside you, right up to the root. Your hand flies up, tightening your grip around his wrist.

“Right there, huh?” With another brash smile, he presses his lips firm against the inside of your knee. The kiss sends pulses of electricity firing straight to your core.

Fuck. If there was still a God, you’d pray.

There was a part of you that used to hate how easily he managed to unravel the components that make you weak.

But hate fast became a need. Now you welcome it. Crave it.

Your stomach lurches with heat the moment his pace begins to quicken. Everything suddenly heightens around you— heartbeat and all five of the senses— and it’s evident your end is close to catching you.

“You gonna give me what I came for, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, but his actions are not.

You nod. You’d give him your fucking life at this point.

His hand slides off your mouth, settling loosely around your throat like a necklace. “Wanna hear you beg.”

You lick your lips wet, the words, “Please, Coop,” hissing quietly through your teeth. Just loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks. His free hand finds its way between your legs without a second thought, and the roughness of the leather against your sensitive clit is everything you need to tumble over the edge.

Cooper clamps his hand back over your mouth, hurrying to stifle your scream as you splinter beneath him. Stars swell, bursting into bright white behind your eyes just as the tremors start off in your thighs. Euphoria claims you for its own, and by the time you’re finished, your entire body is shaking with delirium.

He stares down at you in awe, hips snapping to a rhythm that has you keening into the palm of his glove. Leather and blood encompass you. Your body ripples from the weight of Cooper’s body against yours, your name wrapped up within his lips as he surrenders to his high.

When he moves out from between your legs, you’re too fucked out to pull him back in. Every inch of you needs him back.

You hate this moment the most. The awkward silence before he has to leave. And as he glances at you over his shoulder, tipping his hat in your direction like the goddamn gentlemen he still is beneath the surface, you feel a twinge in your chest.

“Until next time sweetheart,” he drawls thickly.

You flash him a small smile. “I’ll be here, Coop, just like always.”

And just like always, you’ll be counting down the days like it’s fucking Christmas.

[midnitetech]

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[darnell-la]

Old man Logan non conning reader and she wets herself because she is scared

note: we’ve never written anything like this in our writing lives, but we’ll try it out! please feel free to suggest more!

warning: cnc, rough sex, choking, stalking, kidnapping, threatening, etc

———

After to many shots, y/n told her friends it was time for her to leave, then made her way back to her apartment. She had been drinking all night, so walking home felt like a nightmare.

The younger woman could barely see, walk, speak, or do anything that involved to much function in her body.

Y/n had been denying men all night, in and out of the club. She was surprised that the men she passed made no effort to continue talking to her. It’s almost like she had a guarding angel watching over her.

Y/n wasn’t rich, but had a great amount of money for her age. Living in a secure and well kept apartment made her feel safer when she made her way back through the front building doors.

“Wait up!” Someone said behind y/n, making her turn quickly. That’s when she saw an older man wave his hand, motioning her to hold the door open. “Oh- sorry,” y/n said as she stumbled back to the door to wait for the man to make his way inside.

“God, it’s so good out there — Thank you so much for waiting for me,” the stranger said as he walked towards the elevators with y/n right next to him. If she wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t have kept the door open, but tonight felt safe. She felt safe.

“Good night, tonight, yeah?” The older man asked as y/n swiped her card and pushed the button to her room. “Yeah, was pretty good,” y/n said with a smile as she struggled to keep her vision clear.

“Any plans tonight? Friends, family or boyfriend?” The man asked, pushing his limit, knowing he could become the lady was beyond out of it. “No, just me and my bed,” y/n chuckled, feeling a slight pain in her brain.

She knew something was off, but she couldn’t quit put a finger on it.

“Oh- sorry for not asking, but, what floor?” Y/n asked, thinking that was what was making her uncomfortable. “Same floor as you, Bub,” the man replied. Y/n didn’t know what to say so she just smiled and nodded.

She lived on one of the highest floors, so the silence in the elevator was a bit awkward. Y/n hated the silence, because usually she’s a loud and outgoing person, but after a while of being in silence, she started to think.

Y/n hated being one of those people, he she knows almost everyone in her floor. This man looks nothing like any resident she’s seen. Especially with the Jean, belt, and tight shirt combo.

“Have a great night!” Y/n said as she quickly made her way out of the elevator. “Wait!” The stranger said behind y/n, making her pick up her pace. Even though she sounded friendly, she knew people can fake and become something crazy in seconds.

“Young lady, wait,” the stranger spoke again, trying to catch up, but thankfully, y/n was near her room. “Goodnight, sir- It’s late,” y/n said as she lifted her keycard. “Y/n, just wait,”

That was when the young lady stumbled with everything she did. She had know idea how he knew her name. The man was old, and none of her friends would be near his age.

“I said wait,” the older man said as he came up behind y/n. The man covered her mouth as he pulled her into her own apartment. “No, no, no!” Y/n tried screaming, but she wasn’t lying us enough.

“Ssh- You shouldn’t have let me in,” the man said as he pulled the young lady directly to her room, making her think how he knew where she slept. Had he been stalking her? How? He seemed too old and sweet to be like this.

“Get undressed, won’t ya?” The man threw y/n onto her bed roughly, slightly hurting her rips. He was pretty strong for his age. “S-Sir, please — I-I have money if you’d like. Even valuable objects if you-“

“Call me Logan, and I’m not here for your money. I’m here for you, and you think you know what,” Logan said with a look in his eyes that sent shivers down y/n’s spine. The more she scanned him, the more familiar he began to look.

“L-Logan, as in the wolverine? I-I thought you were a hero? Why are you here? What do you want!?” Y/n’s eyes began to water, confused on what an x-man was doing in her apartment demanding her to take off her clothes.

“My public image has nothing to do with my desires, Bub — Now, get undressed before I ruin you more than I have to,” Logan said as he began taking his own clothes off.

“No- No!” Y/n quickly got up from her bed, almost tumbling over, but was caught by Logan. The man threw her back onto the bed, but this time, climbed over her to keep her in place.

“You think you’re getting away from me? Even if you weren’t pissy drunk, you’d be too weak to go against me,” Logan growled before he ripped off y/n’s dress like it was paper.

“Always knew your body would be sexy — I can’t wait to taste every inch of you,” y/n tried her best to kick and scream, but her guiding had think walls and her he was to strong.

The more she’s struggled, the more she realized she wasn’t getting out of anything Logan was going to put her through. That’s when she began to cry.

“Keep your fucking body still, before I break something, do you understand me?” But y/n didn’t listen. She continued to kick and punch, and for that she received a hard slap, almost taking her out.

“Keep fucking around, and you’ll find out, Bub — I want you, but that can be conscious or unconscious,” y/n whined as the room spun. “G-Get off,” y/n cried, only making Logan grab y/n by the neck tightly.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Logan whispered as he moved inches in front of her face. Y/n has been trying to act tough and strong, but that was all over once liquid began running down her leg.

Logan slowly looked down, before looking back up at y/n with a smirk. “You’re that scared? God, you’re pathetic — Just how I like it,” that’s when Logan made his way in between her legs, ready to use her like he’s been dreaming of.

“Y-You won’t get away with this — I-I’ll tell everyone!” Y/n said, as Logan wiped across the younger girls folds before showing her the mess she made. “You think you have the guts to too them what I’m about to do with you, after you did this? Hmm!?”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled himself out of his boxers that he didn’t have time to take off earlier.

“Oh, baby — I’d fuck you dumb enough to make you forget to talk. I don’t think you’ll even have the chance to leave two feet out of my sight,”

That’s what the man pushed into y/n with force she could barely handle. The scream she let out, almost made her voice die out. He was huge, and he knew it would be too much for someone like y/n. A none mutant. She wouldn’t be able to heal as fast after he’s done with her.

“Tightest cunt I’ve ever been in — You’re a great find and not a waste of my time — I’m definitely keeping you, Bub,”

[valentine-cafe]

First time customer here, so kinda nervous (⁠〃ﾟ-ﾟ⁠〃⁠) but can I order a tiramisu and affogato(?) please!

they're in the middle of smexy time when it just gets overwhelming for reader and having to end up using their safe words, and reader being ashamed because they can usually take more than that?? also curious to see what safe words they would have!

[amab reader] idrc if reader is top or bottom, anything that works with you is fine! thank you (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

pssh feel free to reject this order (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕)

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire lieutenant dilf  x bottom male reader x antihero mercenary boyfriend. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you never have to apologise !! 🍒 :  vampiric ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf character ˖ antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 vespsiano & alessio. ﹚

during your session with your boyfriend, it ends up getting a bit too overwhelming and in the heat of the moment, you say your safe word, only to get ashamed after cw: safeword usage, ending smut, anal

ps: why would we ever reject such a good order? this was lovely to write, thank you dear

﹙ alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : “A-Av - Avo -” Avocadoes.

He didn’t need to hear the entire word before his ramming hips stopped on impact. Cold sweat runs down the back of his neck and spine. Guilt floods his olive features. Shit.

Alessio pulls out of you in a split second. Hands raised in the slightest before he buffs out, his breath still far from him with the chase of release he ran for the both of you.

“Can - Can I - fuck -” he huffs out, attempts to steady his breathing. “Can I touch you amorcito? ‘s over. We done now.”

Your vision bugs, the sight of his face brings tears to the corners of your eyes as you give a small nod of your head. That look your beloved, sweet Alessio gave you was enough to twist guilt in your gut. The overwhelm now replaced by a hole of insecurity.

“I. . . ‘m-’m sorry ‘essio. . . I - I-I can - I can go a bit more actu -”

His thumb is on your cheek in a matter of minutes. A strong arm hooks around your back and hoists you against his warm skin. The frown on his lips sends your tears down your face - and he wipes them before you can even attempt to brush them away. “Hey, hey, sshhh.” his kiss meets your ear and warmth floods you chest from his deep, gentle voice. “Baby, breathe yeah? I don’t wanna do more. Tell me what’s going on.”

The silence followed tugged strings of discomfort through your body, yet you couldn’t bear to speak. Not yet. Instead you dwelled in the touch of his stroking hand

along your head and his soft murmurs telling you it was all alright.

“I. . . I-I can usually go for longer - I. . . . ‘m sorry. Just got overwhelmed.”

His smile brings you back to serenity and his lips press peppers lightly. Tenderly.

“Queriidooo, ssh. Don’t be silly.” You’re on his chest in a matter of seconds. Arms loose yet ever the refuge for you as you slump your head to his collarbone and whimper. “My main concern is you baby. Safeword means no more. I don’t care about you takin’ more in the past. What matters is the you now.”

His finger pokes at your forehead and he flashes you his usual signature grin.

﹙ vespasiano 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : Droplets of sweat trickle down your body. The squeeze around your shaft and the rough pace of your husband from behind you is so overwhelming. More than it has ever been.

As much as you want to keep going. You feel as though you are going to faint from the overstimulation done across your body. Skillful hands working around you.

Grabbing, pulling, moving. His words encouraging as usual, yet the sound of the sugarcoated degradation rings in your ears a bit sharper than usual.

You choke out, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes. Already then he begins to slow his thrusts, double checking and awaiting any words that are to come.

“Ve—esp. Pop-ppopy” The word feels so strangled. But in an instant, you feel the man behind you stop any of the motions and pull out, gently shifting around on the bed to pick you up and slowly lay you down to make sure you don’t collapse.

He tries not to worry too much whether it was too hard or something else was going on. He’s more concerned with helping you right now, and making sure that you stay up and going with him.

Though, the tears of guilt and regret forming in your eyes say it all.

“Hey— heyheyhey, ‘s okay, don’t cry.” He ushers, hushing you gently whilst moving away any strands of hair from your face.

“I jus’ got s’ overwhelmed ‘m sorry— you, you can continue. It’s okay. I can go again—” You murmur, the embarrassment creeping up on you in such great amounts you can’t handle the situation in any proper way.

In response to your words, he shakes his head and smiles. Moving a thumb across your cheek while sitting up to get all of the stuff to clean you up with.

“Amore. Enough is enough, you just need rest. Alright? You did so well.” He reassures, emerald eyes gazing at you with an almost puppy-eyed look. “You never have to apologise for things becoming too much.”

“I just, I can go on for so much longer than this usually. . .” A sigh escapes him at your words, and all he does is once more shake his head.

“So? Today was not usually, maybe tomorrow?”

The soft chuckles warm you up once more, this time with gratitude at his understanding rather than embarrassment.

Grunting as he gets up from the bed, he walks towards the bathroom. Looking over his shoulder and back at you as he stops in the middle of the doorway.

“Let’s get you cleaned up yeah? Get some food after.”

[unintentionalseductress]

can i request a fic/drabble w xavier from l&ds where mc is sitting on his lap while putting on halloween makeup and she ends up riding him while doing his makeup

Halloween Makeup

"Almost done Xav I promise!" You delicately swipe the makeup brush across his nose to add a hint of pink. "You're gonna be the cutest bunny ever!"

"Not cuter than you." Xavier affectionately pokes your cheek as you hover over him, seated on his lap. You hum contentedly, adjusting yourself as you touch up his face.

"Hey don't move so much," Xavier suddenly grips your hips to still you. His face is slightly red and before you can ask, you feel the obvious cause of his discomfort press against the crotch of your panties, poking at you under your skirt.

"Ohhh." You purr, seeing him avert his eyes in embarrassment.

"it'll go away," He murmurs and clears his throat. You make no move to get off him but instead unzip his pants and he opens his mouth in shock.

"What are you -"

"Ssh." You silence him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Let me take care of you." You let his cock spring free standing proudly for you. Giggling, you push your panties to one side and start to take him into your heat.

Xavier’s breath strangles in his throat as you his tip slips into you followed by the rest of him, enjoying the velvety wetness that surrounds him.

"Oh sweetheart..." Xavier thrusts upwards then looks at you in confusion as you stop him, putting a hand on his chest.

"I'm not done yet. You can't move while I'm doing your makeup." Casually, like he wasn't balls deep inside your pussy, you start applying more makeup to him.

Xavier lets out a breath of frustration but complies, his cock pulsing hotly inside you as slowly ride him, torturously moving to bring the brush higher up onto his face, feeling how slick his meat is as it slides out of your cunt, then back in as you balance yourself on your heels.

"You're not being fair." Xavier’s hot breath ghosts your cheek and he reaches between your legs to find your clit, swollen with arousal and you gasp, focus fading fast.

"Give in to it sweetheart."

The makeup brush slips from your fingers with a clatter and you wrap your arms around his neck in abandon, riding him like your life depended on it.

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[begginmonty]

finding out your career counsellors secret

(kinda links to working with mike, a prequel if you may, also i refer to him mostly as steve throughout this as you do not know his name is william afton yet. also not proofread again sorry. also its kinda bad im sorry i just got carried away)

it’s your 4th shift at your new security guard job and everythings going fine, no break ins, no weirdos, nothing, it’s nice and peaceful a book sits in your hand and a hot drink sits on your desk as the clock hits midnight yipee 6 more hours you mentally sigh

suddenly the animatronics performance mix starts playing through the speakers and you quickly snap out of your book, sitting up in your chair, confused as hell.

looking at the camera feeds you can see the animatronics on stage performing?? no ones pressed the button but there they are?? must be a bug right, a fault???

you cautiously walk to the performance area, flashlight in your hand, peaking around making sure no one had broken in the few seconds your eyes were away from the cameras. there's no one. just you and singing robots.

eXCEPTTT this is a little different because usually 30 seconds or so into the song bonnie moves in a way that blows the fuse of the whole performance but it hasn’t happened. they’re performing fully?? 

this wasnt in the fucking job description

you walk up to the showtime button and press it to see if it’ll stop the show but nope, it’s still going on and it’s starting to freak you out a little - yes it’s cool to see the animatronics move but this is something else, maybe turning off the whole electricity will work?

as you look at foxy, his eye completely makes eye contact with you for a few seconds but looking back to where it was before - did that just happen???? that’s just part of the show right?? The fox did not just make direct eye contact with you purposefully??? 

freaked out a little, you step back away and to the main centre of the room and breathe a second, trying to control your thoughts and your worries. its all just in your head. they’re probably malfunctioning a little bit its fine, go turn the power off and on again.

“fucking hell” you mumble, going to turn around but suddenly from behind, there's an arm strongly clutching your face, a hand covering your mouth and your hands are held tightly behind your back, like some sort of police arrest, by the other arm. you go to let out a scream, but the hand tightly clutches your mouth.

“ssh” and you're wiggling around trying to break free but whoever's holding you is immensely strong and manages to keep you locked in place. with their hand still covering your mouth, the captor forces your head to face forward of the performing animatronics. 

there's a deep chuckle from behind you, “it’s truly amazing isn't it?” . uh oh. you recognise that voice. you’ve heard it a lot but no?? it cant be right??

but your suspicions are right as your captors head sits against yours, upon your shoulder, and you look out of the corner of your eyes and there he is. steve. steve raglan, your fucking career counsellor. 

he’s captivated by the performance of the robots, a look of pride upon his face, and he’s slightly moving the two of you to song. tears of fear are welling in your eyes, shaking, but the song comes to an abrupt stop and the animatronics shut down.

“YOU ARE USELESS!” he seems to shout at the animatronics??, “YOU CANT EVEN FINISH ONE SONG!” 

you’re just stood in his captive, confusion and fear writhing through your body but in his moments of shouting, you nearly manage to pull yourself away from him but he’s quick, he seems to know what he’s doing, and he just grips you closer to him, his breath on your neck, he sounds angry but he lets out another chuckle. a deep, evil sounding one.

“steve?” you manage to get out, a few tears escaping your eyes.

he laughs, he’s enjoying this sick and twisted moment, “bet you weren’t expecting me were you?” and his voice is deep and dark and moving your eyes to look at him next to you again there's an evil smirk on his lips. “this is always fun”

then it all went black

your eyes slowly blink open to a blinding light looking at you, and it feels like you’re at the dentist but you quickly snap back to reality when you realise your hands are bound as is your chest and you’re sat/laying in some sort of mechanical chair. there's, what you can only describe to be, a ribcage looking contraction either side of you but when you look in front of you, is a head contraption, it looks like freddy’s but metallic.

“wakey wakey” steve is sat, like a dentist, in a swivel chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, to the right of you and you look at him and he’s got that evil grin on his face again, he’s leaning against your metal seat. “Awe” he says  pouting his lips in response, to the tears in your eyes and the way you're desperately trying to free yourself.

and you’re pleading with him to stop, and he’s looking down at you, and his gaze lingers on your face for a minute too long before he moves and flips a switch next to him. 

the metal face in front of you whirrs and begins moving closer to you, and you're shaking your hands like mad trying to free yourself. he’s just stood watching, and you’re pleading and pleading, “please i wont say anything to anyone. I’ll do anything please!” 

everything stops and the machine is retracted away from your face, your chest falls in relief and steve is looking over you again, “you know, i’ve  always had a strong liking for you, y/n” and his eyes are lingering on your face again as he brushes a fallen strand of hair away, your eyes lock for while, and he smiles.

nothing is really explained to you for the rest of your shift. but you realise he owns this place and whilst you’re calming down, he explains about a new hire and how he wants you to make sure he does not quit the job. before he leaves for the rest of your shift, he has that lingering gaze and strokes your cheek softly. 

you spend the rest of your shift sitting in your office chair, freaking out, collecting your thoughts and trying to chill the fuck out. what the fuck just happened.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 14﹕✦﹕┈・୧

gojo satoru x f!reader -> aftercare

event masterlist

satoru wasn’t kind today— he was menacing and controlling & almost too rough. a fistful of your hair wrapped around his hands, your back almost too arched and his member hitting your cervix with every thrust from behind. he’s also taken out orgasms more than you can give him today. you’re reduced to a babbling mess, tears staining your cheeks and lips parted into a small ‘oh’ as your moans betray you. “you look adorable like this, taking my cock like it’s all you’re made for.” satoru smirked, hand landing down on the fat of your ass, already red and sensitive from the previous hits.

“shit, m’ close.” you whined out, and satoru’s thrusts got more violent, if it was physically possible. “cum for me.” he demanded again, and you cried out at the way your body twitched and shivered at the affirmation you got from him. “atta girl.” he encouraged, his own orgasm following soon after as he filled you up to the brim. his thrusts getting slower and sloppier until he finally stilled.

heavy panting on both sides echoed, satoru finally pulled out, watching his cum seep out of your abused cunt. “such a good girl, you did so well for me princess.” he croons, leaning in and turning you on your back, tenderly smiling at you as if you’d now, break. “ssh, it’s all over now. you know? daddy’s so pleased with how well his princess took it.” he repeated his sweet nothings, peppering your sweaty, tear-stained face with kisses.

before you could say something, satoru had gotten up, bringing you iced lemon water for your electrolytes & for you to gain back your energy a bit. he has a pretty glass straw with a space themed tumbler you adored in one of those cutesy japanese themed kawai-core stores. he calls it “baby tumbler” because it’s his baby’s favorite.

soft cooes, playing your favorite songs & your soothing playlists while wiping off your body off any fluids with a rash-free clothing, (cus hey, skin’s sensitive down there and satoru is extra just like you are), he ends up pulling you close to him, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead until you give into slumber.

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Blackpink In Your Area (Part Two)

pairing: jisoo x male reader (featuring an instigating jennie) word count: 1.6k rating: Explicit Summary: picks up where part one left off which you can find here. , part three is here

It was as if time itself had been frozen.

Jennie stood there, one hand still pressed against the wall while another now covered her mouth in shock. Jisoo was motionless, cum coating her hair and face and looking like she was torn between disgust and wanting to cry. And then there was you, standing there like an idiot with your mouth hanging open and your cock hanging out.

"Oh my god."

Jennie was the first to react and the first to move. "Jisoo, baby, are you okay?" she moved from her position, acted as though she had not just been getting her brains fucked out backstage. It left you bewildered but in reality was Jennie was doing the smart play. If Jisoo ran off they your little escapade would be discovered and likely worse things to come.

Your girlfriend handled her with care, gently brushing your cum from her strands of her. In response Jisoo nodded, finally seeming to gain her senses. "I-I didn't know you were..." she trailed off and you caught her gaze briefly shoot to your hanging cock. The silence was momentary but you couldn't help but wonder if Jennie had noticed it as well. "If I had known I wouldn't have come by I swear. I just didn't know where you were and — "

"Ssh, it's okay. Don't worry about it" Jennie reassured her.

If you had to label the dynamic between the two, Jennie was certainly the more dominate one while Jisoo seemed more meager and pure. A thought that had your cock twitching back to life.

Jennie continued to talk to Jisoo, her voice lowering to the point that you weren't able to hear what she was saying; all you could do was see Jisoo's small nods as she looked at Jennie with doe-eyes. What happened next nearly had you double over in shock and definitely had you hard again.

Jennie wiped some of the cum that had landed on Jisoo's cheek, however rather than flick or wipe it aside she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of the fluid. What are you doing?! my inner voice screamed. She had just been calming Jisoo down, maybe even making her forget all that had happened and now she had very bluntly and boldly reminded her! And yet it didn't stop there. Next, Jennie wiped off another glob of cum and wiped it on her tongue however she didn't swallow it, instead leaving her mouth open and tongue out expectantly. Jisoo, no longer the stunned deer in headlights, seemed to know exactly what was expected of her as she leaned forward to kiss her band mate.

It was a display you had never expected, yet judging by the way your cock was quickly hardening again one you were thoroughly enjoying. Your girlfriend's hand settled on Jisoo's neck, deepening the kiss effortlessly. It made you wonder if they had experience with this kind of exchange.

When the finally parted you were more turned on than before and equally as confused. "Um, Jennie? Do you want to fill me in on what's going on?" After all you were still standing there with your cock out feeling rather...exposed.

Jennie looked at Jisoo and then back to you. "Well..." she started, stepping forward, her hand curled around her friend's as they came towards you. "I think Jisoo wants to do something for you. If you don't mind that is."

Her words caused my mind to go blank trying to process what she was offering. You looked to Jisoo but rather than meet your gaze her eyes were transfixed on your exposed cock. Fuck was this really about to happen? You looked back to Jennie who now wore a cheshire grin. Clearly she was on board with this and you wondered if this didn't have to do with what she had whispered to her.

"She feels really bad about walking in on us like she did" Jennie's free hand moved up, stroking aside stray strands of Jisoo's hair.

Hell if anyone should feel bad it was you, you shot your cum on her after all. Now you couldn't help but think about doing so in a different manner. You looked back to Jisoo for confirmation but she was still transfixed.

"Is this true, Jisoo?"

"I..." she paused, swallowing thickly, "Yes...I want to do something for you." She finally looked up to meet your gaze, a certainty in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

The whole situation was rather sudden but it had made you extremely hard. Besides who were you to turn down a proposition from another member of Blackpink when you had your girlfriend's approval? Having made up your mind you gave a nod and Jennie looked practically gleeful. She leaned over, whispering some more things to Jisoo — whether it was instructions or encouragement only they knew.

You stood in anticipation, cock twitching when you saw Jisoo descend to her knees. Jennie who had been standing next to her moved to you, her hand on your shoulder. You would have asked her something but your mouth turned to cotton when you felt Jisoo's hand wrapping around your cock quickly followed by the warmth of her mouth.

Forgetting where you were for a moment you let out a moan. The visual of Blackpink must have taken that as a sign to continue as she wasted no time in taking your length fully, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm already.

"Look at her" Jennie cooed in your ear, her breath hot against it, "She's such a good girl isn't she?"

Where you had previously been focused on the the feeling and pleasure you looked down to lay your eyes on the sight. And what a sight it was. Kim Jisoo eagerly blowing you, her tongue swirling around your cock, her eyes occasionally glancing up to look at you. All you could do in response to her question was nod. A giggle left Jennie and she followed it up by placing a kiss against your neck.

"You know..." she started, speaking between each kiss, "You don't have to be so gentle with her." Jennie nibbled on your earlobe, her hand finding one of yours and guiding it to rest on the back of Jisoo's head. "She likes it rough."

Normally you might have hesitated, maybe asked first, but you were completely lost in the moment. Truth be told you were under Jisoo's spell as much as you were under Jennie's. As such it took less than a minute for you to act on your girlfriend's words, pushing down on Jisoo's head and forcing her to take your full length. She was surprised and caught off guard, gagging on your cock. You wondered if you had acted to hastily yet you could practically hear Jennie grinning from ear to ear. Had this been a part of her plan too?

Unwilling to change course, you pulled Jisoo's head off of your cock giving her a moment to catch her breath before pushing her back down. This time she was prepared, her throat relaxing as she took you fully. And god did it feel amazing. So good that you did it again. And again. And Again. Until it reached the point you were face-fucking a national beauty. In the backstage of her own concert no less!

When you finally pulled her off the innocent and pure face of Kim Jisoo was now a lewd display.

Her eyes were glazed over, tongue extended as a mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailed from her mouth.

"Isn't she beautiful" Jennie chimed in, a delicate hand reaching around you to cup Jisoo's chin. You could only nod wordlessly, enraptured by the sight.

You felt Jennie's presence shift from next to you and soon she was leaning down, turning her bandmate's head to hers and closing the distance between their lips. If you thought their kiss earlier had been marvelous, this was spectacular. Your cock twitched in appreciation, drinking in every moment of the sight.

When Jennie finally pulled away her thumb wiped at her bottom lip, a smug look on her features. She gave you one look and instantly you knew your girlfriend had another devious idea.

"You know" she started, her fingers wrapping around your cock and stroking you slowly, "I think there's an even better gift she can give you."

This comment seemed to bring Jisoo out of her lewd haze, her eyes darting over to Jennie as she bit her bottom lip. You hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two girls. The thought alone had your cock primed to act but this was one thing you couldn't just take Jennie's word on.

"Babe, I don't know that seems risky..."

You and her had just got caught doing exactly what Jennie was suggesting so it wasn't as if you were lying. You couldn't begin to imagine the trouble if someone else found the three of together.

"Please."

The response didn't come from Jennie but instead Jisoo. You looked over at the vocalist to find her wanton gaze looking back at you. "I want it...Here. Just like you were earlier."

You could see Jennie grinning out of the corner of your eye. Was this all just another part of her plan? "You heard her baby, you should get to work quick" Jennie winked and gave your cock a squeeze.

You could only watch in admiration as Jisoo stood, shyly pulling off her training shorts from beneath her outfit.

"God, look how wet she is just from sucking you off" your girlfriend observed, "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

You didn't need to hear Jennie's confirmation, you could see it for yourself and the sight only drove your lust to new heights. Wordlessly you stepped towards Jisoo, the timidness you had felt earlier rapidly giving way to lust. You wanted to be inside her, needed to be. Given the treatment you had received earlier, you weren't sure how long you could last but you were ready to make the most of it.

Jisoo turned, one hand reaching out to grab the nearest surface. You had almost forgotten the fact that you were backstage, but the benefit was there were plenty of places for her to grab hold of. Hiking up her skirt, you half expected Jennie's hand to guide your cock to its new hole, but when she didn't intervene, you were more than happy to take the initiative. Leaning forward, your engorged head pressed against her slit, sliding in with some resistance.

With Jennie, you had worked each other up and teased beforehand, but this time there was no such thing. You're not sure either of you would have been able to handle it.

A small yelp left Jisoo as you sheathed yourself deeper into her, reveling in the sensation. It had been ages since you'd been inside any pussy that wasn't Jennie's, and you felt a bit guilty admitting to how good it felt. Her walls clenched around you, welcoming your invasion as one of your hands gripped her lithe waist. Despite wanting to bask in the sensation, you had enough presence of mind to remember time was of the essence. That and your cock was begging for more than just staying still.

You recalled Jennie's earlier words. That despite Jisoo's meager demeanor, she liked things rough. Did that extend to this as well? There was only one way to find out. You pulled your cock out before slamming it back into Jisoo, shaking her petite frame. A moan was cut off as she clamped a hand around her mouth.

Well, that was a good sign.

Her moans were all it took for the switch in your head to go off. Jennie's interruption earlier had left your cock eager for release, and you would be damned if you didn't get it now. You started to pound into the Blackpink vocalist with reckless abandon. Each stroke stretched her tightness more and more. If you were caught right then and there, you don't think you could've brought yourself to stop. You had finally reached heaven, and there was no going back now.

"Oh fuck."

The accented words sounded all too familiar, and you glanced over to see that this time around Jennie wasn't content simply playing a spectator. Her fingers were dipped between her thighs, wrist moving frantically as she got herself off at the sight of her boyfriend fucking her best friend. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths; the visage alone was enough to have your cock swelling inside Jisoo. If you were going to get off, then it was only right that she did as well.

You may not have had Jennie in your ear coaching you this time, but you had an inkling of exactly what was needed. You leaned over Jisoo, her back arched against you, "Jennie's watching right now. You should put on a show for her, don't you think?"

As expected, before she could even muster a verbal response, her pussy tightened around your dick at the mere mention of Jennie watching.

"Well, what do you think?" You questioned, purposefully slowing your thrust to get an answer out of her. You'd like to think if Jennie could speak right now, she'd be proud.

"Y-Yes…"

"Yes what, Jisoo."

"Yes, we should put on a show."

Satisfied with her answer, you picked up your pace again, thrusting forcefully inside her, earning an unmuffled moan in response. You heard another moan from your girlfriend and took it as a sign of approval. Despite being in a similar position to what you had been with Jennie earlier, this had a completely different vibe to it. One that was hard to put into words. You reached forward, grabbing a handful of dark locks and pulled roughly. Jisoo, whose head had been bent forward, was now exposed as you fucked her harder from behind.

You could feel your own release building again, this time even better than the last, but you refused to do so without taking Jisoo over the edge with you.

"Jisoo-ah~ he's getting close, I can tell."

For the first time since you started fucking Jisoo, Jennie spoke up. Her voice was breathy, and you imagined she was drawing towards her own orgasm along with you. You were grateful; it let you focus on fucking Jisoo while Jennie talked her over the edge.

"Ah…When his expression gets like that…" she let out a soft moan, "Remember when he came all over you? He's going to do it again…Fuck…he's going to cum inside you, I'm jealous."

Jisoo covered her mouth just in time as she let out a small scream. However close she had been, Jennie's words were clearly enough to send her over the edge. If you weren't in the midst of nearly cumming, you would have marveled at the power your girlfriend held. Despite her words, you considered pulling out, only to be stopped by Jennie.

"Do it, baby. Cum inside her."

That verbal encouragement was all you needed. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped Jisoo's hips tighter, hips slamming into her once more before your release exploded inside of her. It took a moment; ropes of pent-up cum were finally unleashed as your cock continued to twitch inside her.

For a long moment, all you saw were stars, even as your dick began to soften inside Jisoo. You were faintly aware of Jennie speaking, but you couldn't make out what she was saying with the ringing in your ears. You finally started to come to when Jisoo finally slipped out of your grasp, adjusting her outfit in the process.

You looked to your girlfriend, who had a smile that was far too innocent to not have an ulterior motive.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, we can do some formal introductions. I don't know about you guys, but I think we're all going to get along great."

[frenchkisstheabyss]

✶ Cellophane ✶

✶ Pairing: model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader

✶ Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

✶ Summary: After discovering that your lover's attending one of the most important events of your career with another woman, a friendly face appears to save the day and steal your heart in the process.

✶ Word Count: 3.1k-ish

✶ Warnings: Discussion of the reader's struggle as a chubby babe in the industry/her everyday life. Sex is referenced but no smut scenes. Drinking, a lil sprinkle of strong language, & I think that's all.

✶ A/N: I started this out with two parts in mind 🖤 part two here 🖤 but now it'll likely end up being three so, like, ya know thanks for coming along for the ride.

This should be one of the happiest days of your life. Only a handful of models your size have ever gotten the chance to walk the red carpet during Paris Fashion Week. It’s not that you haven’t earned it. You've worked your ass off for every contract you signed. Poured blood, sweat, and tears into this even when people said a girl like you could never make it.

Every bit of struggle you've endured has led to this moment. You should be popping bottles and screaming, “Fuck you!” to anyone who doubted you. Instead, you’re sitting in the back of a black SUV in your designer gown choking back tears behind tinted windows. 

The lights of a hundred cameras flash. Miniature supernovas bursting against the night sky. A bodyguard exits on the passenger’s side, a muscular man dressed in a nicely tailored black suit, and rounds the car to open your door. With shaky hands and weakened knees you try the breathing exercises your stylist taught you.

Place one hand on your belly. Inhale for 7 seconds. Exhale for 8. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. To let that breath out would be to set free everything you’ve been keeping inside. You can’t do it anymore. It’s too much to pretend that this doesn’t hurt.

Silently cursing Hyujin’s name you exhale for 1…2…3 and you’re right back to the morning when everything fell apart. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper, afraid to wake the sun up any more than it already has. Hyunjin wraps an arm around you, holding you close to him beneath the blankets of a bed he’s made love to you in countless times this weekend. He leans into your neck, committing your scent to memory, his fingers caressing the softness of your love handles. “Like what?” 

No one’s ever looked at you the way he does. Hyunjin’s obsessed with your beauty, fascinated by the elegance of your features. He strokes your cheek, his gaze laced with desire, and plants a trail of kisses up your throat. You inhale sharply at the little nibbles he sneaks in between, the air that fills your lungs somehow fresher when he’s around.

His hands trace the rise and fall of your hips, taking sensual handfuls of your plush. Your lips part and his mouth is at yours, sipping your dulcet moans like wine. He shifts his weight, preparing to turn you over when—

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Your phone vibrates on the bedside table, sending tremors through the porcelain tea cup beside it.

“Ssh, no. Ignore it,” Hyunjin begs, climbing on top of you. A curtain of dark hair falls around you tickling your cheeks. He’s all you can see. All you can feel. Your phone quiets for a brief moment before it sounds once more, the buzzing seemingly more aggressive this time. “Ugh, what do you want?” you groan, snatching it from the table.

Seeing your manager's name, you click to open the thread of texts and immediately wish that you hadn't. Being with Hyunjin has been like a dream but with every word you read, you're beginning to wake up. You’re being dragged back to the real world kicking and screaming. It can’t be true.

“Hyunjin, who—um,” you say, your voice already trembling, “Who is this?” Handing him your phone, you slip out of bed and throw on your robe. Hyunjin sits up, that ethereal glow draining from his face when he’s confronted by what’s on the screen. An article announcing his date to Paris Fashion Week, a doe-eyed blonde rocking a certified 00 couture dress who most certainly isn’t you.

You wait for him to say something—anything—to stop your heart from breaking. He rakes his fingers through his hair, nervously chewing at the inside of his cheek. “I was going to tell you—” “Oh, you were?” you snap, snatching your phone back, “When? The week of? The night of?” “I was going to tell you once I figured things out! This isn’t as easy as you think it is! My agency, they have this idea of who they want me to be with and—”

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. You already know what he’s about to say. Some variation of what you’ve heard every day in this industry. “And it’s just not me, right? Good enough to be the fat girl you fuck in secret but god forbid anyone sees you with me.” You laugh to keep from crying but tears rush down your cheeks anyway. Hyunjin jumps to his feet, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and rushing to your side.

Hearing you say those things. Seeing you cry. Knowing it’s because of him. It kills him. “Don’t talk like that. I don’t think that way about you. You know that.” He grabs you by the wrist, attempting to bring you into his arms but you push him away. “Do I?” you ask, storming off to the bathroom uninterested in his answer. 

Locking the door behind you, you slump to the floor and cry into your soft cotton sleeves. The dream is over, Hyunjin’s pleas for you to open up drowned out to nothing. You’re fully awake now. And it fucking sucks. 

Your mind springs back to the present where the bodyguard patiently holds the car door open for you. Minho reaches over to take your hand, “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He’s been such a sweetheart. Not minding your shyness when he picked you up from your hotel or the silence on the ride here. Having you in his presence does more for him than words ever could.

Long before Hyunjin entered the picture, you and Minho would hang out at the occasional after-party or industry event. You'd even developed a bit of a crush on him that you let go of after convincing yourself it was one-sided. The other models would always fawn over how attractive he was but they were much too scared to approach him. “I heard he’s mean” they’d say but they couldn't have been more wrong about him.

Over time you came to find that Minho was a sweet, charming man who was unhinged in the best way once he had a few drinks in his system. That’s how he asked you to be his date. Sipping one too many cocktails at a party neither of you wanted to be at, he’d mentioned that he didn’t have a date. Maybe since you didn’t either the two of you could go together.

“As friends, of course” he emphasized.

Of course.  

Minho gently turns your head to look at him, careful not to ruin your makeup. “We really don’t have to do this. We can go get pizza or something.” “Go get pizza?” you laugh, sniffling a bit, “You wanna skip the most exclusive event of the year to get pizza?” Minho stares blankly at you, not understanding why that’s such a wild idea. “I mean, if it’s with you, why not?”

There’s a fluttering in your chest that you can’t control. The rekindling of something that can’t happen. “Ma’am,” the bodyguard says, gesturing for you to step outside. Minho leans forward shooting him a cutthroat glare that demands a few more seconds with you. “If you get nervous just look at me. I won’t leave your side. I’ve got you” he promises and, without question, you believe him. 

You’ve walked a thousand runways in 6 inch heels but those first few steps outside of the car make you feel like a baby deer, your heels teetering between gravel. Minho takes your hand again, keeping you glued to his side as you maneuver through the crowd. The atmosphere is electric. Photographers battle each other for the perfect photo.

A sea of assistants and styling teams buzz around their clients, terrified of losing them in the crowd. In front of you, Minho's manager goes back and forth with yours. A low, passive aggressive exchange that no one else notices besides the two of you. 

“I should’ve never let him pick her up. You’re late.”

“We were there on time. She was late coming out. This is on you.”

“On me? Bullshit!”

“I think they’re into each other. What do you think?” Minho whispers into your ear, making you crack your first smile of the night. You place a hand on his forearm, mulling it over. “Enemies to lovers vibes for sure.” A casually dressed woman approaches your managers, rattling information off to them for a second before you’re being herded towards the red carpet.

There’s no time to pace yourself. No time to breathe in for 7 and out for 8. You’re thrown in front of the cameras, effortlessly switching into model mode. You know how to sell a garment, striking poses that prove you were born to rock this dress. Minho’s no slouch, looking absolutely regal. His bone structure, a sight to behold from every angle, is particularly striking from where you stand.

He brings an arm around your waist, resting his hand on your side, “I’m really happy you came.” You feel a slight squeeze at your hip as your eyes meet and that fluttering in your chest sneaks back up on you. “Me too.”

 

Being invited to Paris Fashion Week is an honor in its own right. But being invited to an afterparty? That’s when you know you’ve made it. You’re in the inner circle now. One of the chosen few. A god in comparison to the mere ants who’ll scurry to worship you at the next event. At least that’s the way everyone acts and Hyunjin finds it nauseating.

He’s not one of them but he has to pretend to be. He has to smile and nod while people drone on about the most shallow, egocentric bullshit he’s ever heard. At least that’s what he usually does. Tonight he doesn’t have the energy to mask his irritation. How can he when you’re cozying up at the bar with Minho like he’s not even here?

Hyunjin’s gone out of his way to get you to see him, desperate for you to notice that he’d come alone, but you've been glued to Minho. You're in your element, radiating light, and it’s not fair that another man gets to bask in it. In you.

Is this why you’ve been ignoring his texts? Why every call has gone straight to voicemail? Blinded by rage, infinite possibilities racing through his mind, he’s charging across the room before he can think better of what he’s about to do. Spotting Hyunjin before he can reach you, Minho sneaks away from the bar to cut him off halfway.

“Hyunjin,” Minho grins, picking an invisible piece of lint from the younger man’s shoulder, “You weren’t about to do something stupid, were you?” Hyunjin slaps his hand away, in no mood for pleasantries. “If by 'stupid' you mean punching you then yes, I was.” Minho closes the distance between them, his face turning cold. “You wanna hit me? Do it.”

Hyunjin’s right hand tightens into a fist, the temptation to crack him in the jaw intensifying. Minho leans in, the tips of their noses nearly brushing. “Do it” he challenges, “Fight for her for once.” A group of designers walk by, one in particular has her eye on Hyunjin. Sensing that he’s being watched, he loosens his fist and takes a step back.

“Yeah,” Minho sighs, “Just like I thought. Your little threat was cute though.”

“Why are you doing this?” Hyunjin asks, packing all of the anguish of a scream into a whisper.

That question is an insult to Minho’s intelligence. As if he doesn’t know what he did. Hyunjin never would’ve known you existed if he hadn’t caught Minho scrolling your Instagram one night. Minho was lovestruck, falling for you more and more with each post he saw. Hyunjin’s hatred for him at this moment is nothing compared to what Minho felt when he found out the two of you were together. 

“Why am I doing this?” he snaps, “Because I love her and you…you only love that she loves you.” 

“Minho!” you sing, puncturing the steeled tension between them. You’d only turned away for a minute to chat up a friend. He couldn’t have gone too far. You scan the crowd, standing on the tips of your toes to find him. He reappears just as quietly as he vanished, making his way back to you. “Sorry, I had to…talk to someone.” There’s worry painted all over him. It’s in the crinkle of his brow and the clenching of his jaw. Something happened.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, stroking his jawline with your thumbs. He closes his eyes, your touch soothing enough to make him forget where he is. “It’s nothing. I’m just—you wanna get out of here?” Opening his eyes, he’s met with nothing but pure excitement. “Totally. You owe me pizza anyway!” 

“Which one is this again?” you ask, leaning in to get a better look at Minho’s phone. “Doongie,” he answers, swiping to the next picture of an equally adorable cat, “And this is Soonie and Dori.” You take a bite of what might be the best slice of pizza you’ve ever had in your life, your lips forming a pout. “Ugh, they're so cute. I must cuddle them.” “You can if you want to meet them one day. Maybe. I don’t know.” Minho shoves his hands in his pockets, turning his attention to the crescent moon that watches over you, "Moon's pretty, isn't it?"

Seeing through this transparent attempt at avoiding his feelings immediately tunes you into those you’ve tried to suppress since the night he asked you out. This time last week you weren’t even sure you could survive the red carpet, too afraid of seeing Hyunjin to even consider coming. But now, standing here on this bridge in the picturesque Parc Monceau with a man so kind, so considerate, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.

Minho put everything into making sure this night was perfect for you. He stuck by you the entire time like he promised, doing whatever he could to keep you happy. You’ve never felt more special and it’s not because of some exclusive party invite or some absurdly expensive outfit. It’s because of him. 

“I’d really like that…to hang out with them. And you.” 

“You want to see me again?”

“Duh, of course, I do.”

Minho visibly deflates, bracing himself to be let down, “Just as friends?” You know you shouldn’t say what you’re about to but your heart has beat your brain into submission and there’s nothing you can do about it. “Friendship? Is that all you want from me?” “No, I want…” he pauses to catch his breath, choosing these next few words carefully.

You’re the cutest thing, standing here with your heels in one hand and pizza crust in the other. And you’re the only thing he wants. “Fuck it” he mumbles, kissing you with every drop of passion he’s held back since you met. It’s the type of kiss so steeped in longing that you taste it each time the warmth of his tongue tangles with yours.

He brings his arms around you, locking them in place to keep you close. You drop everything, your body going limp as the kiss deepens. “I want you,” he confesses, “Always wanted you.” That crush you had on him never quite went away. It's been here all along and is back with a vengeance. You can’t lie to yourself. There’s no use pretending. Not with the way he has your body aching for him, every part of you crying out for his attention.

You want him too. 

Morning breaks and the birds are already perched at the open window, singing a song that stirs you from your sleep. You sit up in bed, taking in your surroundings. In the rays of dawn, Minho’s hotel room reminds you of something ripped from the pages of a fairytale. Everything has an iridescent sheen to it, almost as if someone’s cast a spell on it. Even Minho, still half asleep beside you, seems to be made of magic.

If you reach out to touch him would he disappear? And with him, everything you shared last night? Minho grabs your arm, drawing you back under the covers. You go without resistance, eager to be held by him. You lay your head on his chest, your fingers drawing figure eights on his skin. Minho presses his lips to your forehead, caressing your arm with the same care he’d so diligently treated the rest of your body to.

Your body is, of course, immaculate. A gift from some goddess he must’ve mistakenly appeased. To have made love to it time and time again, hearing his name spill from your lips in the hush of the night, is to have realized a fantasy he never thought would happen. But it’s this moment—your smile like honey as you poke your head up to glimpse at him—and every moment like it that he’ll hold closest to his heart when you’ve parted ways.

In Minho’s gaze, you find adoration but there’s much more to it than that. There’s infinite acceptance and with it a longing to know you inside and out so that no part of you feels unloved. Minho turns onto his side, easing down in to kiss you when—

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Your phone vibrates at the foot of the bed and your stomach sinks.

You swear you can feel your intestines twisting themselves into knots. Not again. “I’ll get it,” Minho insists, reaching up to grab your phone. “Uh…thanks” you stutter, taking it with shaky hands. Clicking the button on the side, you see a string of texts from your manager.

It’s happening again. You’re tempted not to read them. This has only just started. You can’t lose it already. But you have to know. Opening the thread, you’re confronted with your worst fear. 

Only, you aren’t…

The texts are business as usual. Flight cancellations, fittings for your next event, complaints about Minho’s “cute but annoying” manager. “Is everything okay?” Minho asks, yawning as he curls up next to you. You toss your phone aside, going back in for a kiss, “The best they’ve ever been.”

[thesassypadawan]

Can't Sleep (Padawan Anakin x MasterFemReader)

Summary: Your sweet baby boy had a nightmare and comes to you for ‘comfort’…in hopes having some better dreams.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Good old fashion fun, mommy kink, and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Ani is of age (18).

Notes: A continuation of Nice Little Chat! ❤️

It all started earlier that night. You were lying on your sleep couch, enjoying some ‘quality’ time. When you heard the sound of the door hissing open…and a knowing smile crossed your face.

Aside from yourself, only one other person had the code for your quarters. Someone who was adorable and sweet…bratty and brash. Someone who you certainly weren’t opposed to joining you. “Baby…can’t sleep again?”

Propping up on your elbows, turning the light on with a careless wave of your hand. You’re met by the precious, erotic sight of Anakin. Hair tousled, pout on his face. Cloak slipping off his broad shoulders. Favorite blanket in tow and…raging erection sticking out through the opening of his loincloth, standing tall and proud.

“Had a nightmare,” he sniffled. Brows knitted together, chewing on his bottom lip. Completely oblivious (or not caring) to his current predicament. “Can I stay with you?”

“Of course,” you cooed. Grateful for the blanket’s cover as you subtly removed your fingers from your soaked core. “You know you’re always welcome. Come here, cuddle up with mommy…let her make it all better.”

Needing no more coaxing, he happily obliged. Hurriedly climbing under the covers and snuggling into your side. Larger body winding around you; cock pressing against your bare thigh. Smearing and leaking pre, whimpering softly every now and then…until he lulled himself to sleep.

At least, that’s what it seemed…

It’s so gentle, you chalk Ani’s little humps up to him finally having a VERY good dream. However, when they begin to grow faster and more erratic. Breath starts to come out in small puffs. An overwhelming sense of arousal floods the bond. And you knew all too well…

Shifting in his hold, your hand followed the lines of his toned chest and abdomen. Finding and cupping, squeezing his length gently; eliciting a tiny groan. “Mmmh, need some extra help settling in?”

“Please,” he whined. Rubbing himself into your palm, desperately seeking more friction. All the while looking at you with those big, blue eyes; the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Pretty please.”

Lips ghosted over his ear, fingers tugged at and loosened his wrappings. “Ssh, it’s okay…” Freeing him, nudging him onto his back. “I'll help you out…”

Wearing a playful smirk, you clamber on top. Straddling, running his fat tip through your slick covered folds. Guiding it towards, having it barely kiss your aching core. “Relax and let me take care of everything.” Before slipping him in with a flick of the hips and a low hiss.

Slowly, you rocked back and forth; bouncing, using just the right amount of force. Causing Anakin to squirm so beautifully, so cutely beneath you. That it had you practically purring in delight. “How’s that, my handsome boy?”

Big hands gripped your sides. Pillowy flesh spilling out from between his fingers as he dug in. Head tilting, rosy lips parting. The most precious pants and moans escaping him. “Hnng…feel…feel…”

“Good?” A giggle bubbled out and you grinded down harder in response. Taking his cock deeper, allowing it to bully and hit your cervix. Sparks of pleasure erupting, walls fluttering. “That’s what I like to hear.”

His pupils were blown wide, gaze unfocused. You could feel him twitching, tensing up. “Now, why don’t you cum for me? Pump me nice and full…so we can both have a lovely rest.”

If your words weren’t incentive enough, the way you clamped and clenched around Ani was…

Letting out a darling, little growl he came completely undone. His warm, sticky seed coated your insides. While you greedily milked him for every last drop…rode him steadily through his orgasm. Turning him into a babbling, mewling mess. “More…more…”

“Later, I promise.” Leaning forward, you brushed your lips across his. Capturing them in a brief, tender kiss. “It's time for bed.”

“Fine.” A sleepy smile formed at the corners of his mouth and his arms suddenly engulfed your waist. Abruptly rolling onto his side, taking you along…dick still buried. “Later.”

As he nuzzled his face into your hair, you could hear his breathing evening out. Feel him relax against you, mumbling ‘love yous’ over and over again. And… your heart melted.

Sure, you didn't cum. Small price to pay for Ani to have much better dreams the remainder of the night…Good start to his morning…and yours…

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