#super strength and sex don't mix

[afterbluehours]

Love Bite - Choi Beomgyu

warnings: vampire fem!reader, blood, sex, themes of starvation

note: This came from a super random thought I had one day that Beomgyu would let his vampire girlfriend drink from him and probably get off on it. I'm not a vampire enthusiast so I wasn't down on the lore, but I found out from a friend who loves vampires that their bites feel euphoric so everybody kinda gets off on it? But by then I'd been working on it for most of January and written so much that I decided to go ahead with it anyway. Thank you to my beta readers! (not sure if they want to be tagged)

Beomgyu was slightly scared when he learned the person he's dating is a vampire, as anybody would, while also internally freaking out that he's just learned vampires are real and he's one of very few humans who know. But to your surprise, he doesn't leave. He gets used to the idea pretty fast when he doesn't see any major changes in you or your relationship after you tell him. You’ve always been so gentle, and he knows it’s a character trait and not a disguise when you continue to be caring and nurturing. 

Some things start to make sense once he knows, like how he has never seen you sleep, which he never thought was strange before, just seeing you as a late night and early morning person, always awake before him. He can see now how much you've had to hold yourself back; how long it took to get you to agree to go out with him; all the times you'd shied away from your first kiss, how long it took for you to finally let it happen, and the way you’d trembled as he held you close afterward; the frequent long weeks that he'd go without seeing you when you claimed to be sick, and how you'd never let him come to take care of you or even bring you anything during those times; why you never meet his friends. He'd thought you were just a shy, private person who needed a bit more time than others to warm up to things. You were so grateful that he was so patient and understanding with you, sure that anybody else would have gotten fed up with the way you acted and given up long before the year mark. But not Beomgyu. 

He began to see how often you let yourself go hungry, determined that nobody else should suffer for your existence. Without hesitation, he offers, no, begs you to feed from him when he can tell you've been neglecting your needs, famishing yourself for the sake of the safety of others. You always refuse his proposals, never even toying with the thought of blurring that line between love and lunch. Until he finds you more weak and dazed than he's ever seen you, flinching away from the scent of him as he enters the room you've secluded yourself to. He begs you to drink from him, replenish yourself, his hands caressing your face, eyes pleading just as much as his voice. 

"I know you don't want to hurt me,” he whispers. His fingers are so unfairly warm on your cheeks, luring your eyes up to look at him. “But it hurts me to see you like this.”

In the haze of your desperation, you can't keep your eyes from honing in on his jugular, on the veins that pulse just beneath the skin. He looks and sounds so sweet, and the vulnerable state you're in makes it hard to think straight. His words and his scent cause you to feel dizzy, the mix of these factors and your heightened impulses make you begin to question why you never considered tasting him before. Two states of mind battle inside you–the craze of hunger and your personal beliefs and wishes.

Beomgyu pulls you into his lap on a chair by the window, bearing most of your limp weight. He slings your arms over his shoulders before cradling your head in his hand against his neck, positioning your face at his throat. You can hear the quick thudding of his heart, the throb of his pulse—nervous or excited, you can't tell. Closing your eyes, you let yourself inhale the warmth of him for a long stretching moment. Then, with your little remaining strength, you sit up enough to look him in the eye. 

He doesn't look scared or burdened; he looks trusting and devoted. You let your chest fall flush against his to feel the beating of his heart where your own might once have been, reveling in the idea of two being one for just a moment. Kissing him softly, you feel his breath on your face, the steady rhythm of him. He's so beautifully alive, so whole and so fragile. Your rational mind seems to have remained despite the lost fight and the mania you feel as your eyes ask of his surety. 

His head nods, and you gently capture his jaw in your hands and let yourself return to his neck. He doesn't scream or cry out in pain when your fangs pierce his skin. The only sound he emits is a sharp intake of breath through his teeth and a groan that he tries to hide under said breath. His body doesn't tense with fear or unbearable agony. You have the clarity to notice these things before the erraticism floods you, faster than the taste of him floods your mouth. 

The heat of his blood warms your body as you suck it down, like gasoline on a fire. You had never let yourself imagine how he would taste, never dared to think that you would ever find out. The fire dances hungrily in your belly, crying for more, more, more, and you open your eyes to ground yourself against your instinct. You lick soothingly over the puncture you've left behind as you detach from his flesh, both to give him a break and check over him. His face appears blissful; dream-like eyes opening into yours, and lips parted with fleeting breath. You feel his hands softly grab at your waist. 

"More," he breathes out dazedly. Your lips make to rebuff him, but he's quicker to speak. "You need more. Please." 

Were you in a more stable state, you'd want to have a conversation about this. But with Beomgyu's words, your natural desire overcomes the memory of your rational thoughts. Somewhere in the back of your clouded mind, you're grateful to have someone who cares about you enough to share their life-force to keep you comfortable. Your tongue laves across the bite to lap up the blood collecting there before you dive back in to begin gently sucking again. Fighting against every urge that sings inside you, you hold yourself back from severing any veins or arteries, willing to cause as little damage as a minimal flesh wound that can be easily staunched to prevent even more blood loss.

The moan that comes from the man below you is jarring; it doesn't derive from pain. Is this normal? His thumbs anchor into the flesh above your hip bones, and he angles his head up further to give you a more advantageous angle, encouraging you. His body jolts a little, causing your fangs to sink deeper, against your intentions, delivering more of his blood to you. You swallow it down before pulling away again with a gasp, dizzy with the effort it takes to stop yourself from guzzling him down. 

"Beomgyu… I-" 

"Ride me," he whines breathlessly, his eyes as blown out as your own probably are right now. 

The sound of the words that tumble from his lips is almost enough to startle you out of your thirst. At first you're not sure you heard him right, you've been out of it for days... But then your boyfriend is closing the gap between you, nose pressing under your jaw as his arms pull your hips against him, grinding you over his crotch, brushing hard and long underneath you, the friction waking another fire inside you. 

"Ride me, baby, please." He sounds as if he's never needed anything so badly before, and he's definitely never begged for you this way. A new warmth begins pooling in your belly alongside the blood. 

Beomgyu only fumbles a few times while unbuttoning his pants blindly as he offers his lips endearingly desperately to you. Fingers hike up the material of your dress until it's bunched around your waist, grab at your panties and angle them to the side. You hadn't realised how wet you were until he pushed inside with no resistance. 

The kiss is broken as the two of you react to the slide of his cock with a gasp and a groan, your forehead dropping to meet his as he pants shakily. Arms reaching under your thighs, he pulls you along his length, then lets you sink back down, until you take over and begin to ride him. Your lips brush over the bite you've left as you move against him and he moans again, hips thrusting up to meet yours. 

A gentle hand cups the back of your neck to return your mouth to the site when you don't do so yourself, and you're so tempted to drink again, but you will yourself to believe you've had enough to keep you going until you find another source. Beomgyu is whining at your lack of action, so you settle on kissing the punctures instead, savouring the taste of him as the blood pooled at the site sticks to your lips. You feel him throb inside you at the sensation of your mouth at the area, and he shivers as if all the nerves in his body are connected to that spot. 

“Take more,” he says between shaky breaths. “Feels so good.”

“No, Gyu-”

His lips are on yours the moment you pull back from him, so quick to act and so lost in passion he doesn't seem to notice the crimson hue that slathers your lips or the iron tang that they share. His hands are soft on your face now, thumbs stroking your cheek bones; always so gentle with you, as if he were not the one that was fragile, but you. When he breaks away for air, his mouth is smudged with a faint red stain.

His eyes drink you and he looks as in love as ever, just as adoring of you as before he learned what you are. Even now, with his neck punctured and his blood settling in your stomach, he still doesn’t see a monster.

“Gyu,” your moan drags out as your hips bring him deeper inside you over and over. A "You're too good for me” slips from your mind to your lips, followed by, "I don't deserve you."

You could swear you see pain on his face for a fraction of a second at your words. Then his hand is in your hair and he's meeting your lips once again to convey everything he's too breathless to say in this moment. When the kiss is broken, you dip down, your lips travelling over the column of his throat, leaving a trail of kisses and earning more moans from Beomgyu as his head falls back in bliss. 

“Don't– ah, don't ever say that,” he struggles to get the words out. “You're… oh god. I love you so much.”

Feeling his stomach tighten beneath you, his hips push up to meet yours, plunging himself so deep and snug inside you. Sparks shoot through your whole body from the feeling and you impulsively wrap your legs around him to keep him there as you quiver with pleasure, walls clenching desperately. There's a broken wail beneath you and you're faintly aware of the sensation of Beomgyu finishing inside you, and his name being called again and again by your voice. 

When your vision clears, certain that you would be a mess of tears if you had the ability to cry, you find your boyfriend heavy-lidded and wearing a slight, delirious smile. You're so in love with this human, bewildered by the fact that you don't know what you would do if he were to go away. Or worse; inevitably succumb to mortality, a voice in your head reminds you, causing you to mentally flinch away from your thoughts and focus on your view. 

Taking his head in your hands, you try to rouse him from his euphoria. “Are you okay?” Checking him over, you find no sign of excessive dizziness, though his rapid breathing and any lightheadedness in this moment could be from the other activities rather than the blood loss. Taking a better look at the bite you’ve left, reality comes crashing down on you, a hint of panic settling in beside it. “How are we going to hide this? This will take weeks to heal–”

A thumb swiping along your bottom lip brings your attention back to Beomgyu’s gaze. His eyes look a little more focused now as he steps into a reassuring role. “It’s okay,” he coos softly, as though you’re a bird he could spook, that you might fly away, not a creature that had him at its mercy moments ago. “I’ll bandage it and say I got a tattoo.”

“You would never get a tattoo,” you huff slightly, feeling he’s not taking this as seriously as he should. “And when you take the bandage off and there’s nothing there?”

He chuckles, hands running up and down your arms in a comforting way that has become familiar to you. “Then I’ll say I got a piercing, didn’t like it and took it out.” The soft brown of his eyes are so mesmerising, so persuasive that you’re almost soothed out of your unease about the whole thing, and he throws in a kiss to seal the deal. Leaning back, he’s smiling once more. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

Incredulous, you shake your head. You try to shift on his lap and are reminded that the two of you are still connected. “No, Beomgyu–”

“Hey. Look ook at me, love, I’m fine!” 

“This isn’t what I got involved with you for,” you say solemnly. It's quite the contrast to your boyfriend's nonchalant and playful attitude, and as soon as he hears the words, he's adapting to you. If possible, his eyes grow even softer. 

“I know,” he says softly. He helps you untether yourselves, promising to continue the conversation after you're both cleaned up. In the bathroom, you notice the way he eyes the bite, inspecting it carefully. He doesn't seem phased by the mark at all, his reaction similar to if he'd just nicked himself while shaving. Opening the first aid kit, he's ready to see to it himself, but happily allows you to treat and bandage it when you offer. Once clean and in bed, he resumes the previous conversation as promised, knowing it's important to you. 

You're laying on top of him, chest to chest and able to look at him properly–one of Beomgyu's favourite things about you being lighter than humans is that he can cuddle you this way without being crushed. He strokes your hair as you begin again, trying not to be distracted by the gesture. “I don't want to risk ever losing control and putting you in danger. What if I can't stop next time?”

“I understand,” Beomgyu's voice rumbles through your body as he speaks. “But do you realise how much restraint you showed today? While you were starved? If you could handle that without draining me for every drop I'm worth, I think you can handle a sip here and there before you reach the danger zone.”

For every drop I'm worth? Your expression pulls into a cringe. “Don't say it like that.”

A grin flashes over his face before he's serious again. “I trust you. And it’s not just that it feels good, I hate to see you suffering, you know.”

You sigh deeply, too tired and bombarded by logical arguments to find a rebuttal. Now it's you who reaches up to play with his hair, something you know he loves that relaxes him. “You should sleep.”

His eyes close obediently, making you smile. Arms wrap around you, holding you impossibly closer. “You trying to shut me up?” he jokes. “You're lucky to have me.”

As your fingers stroke through his hair, his mischievous smile slowly fades as his face softens at your touch. It's not long until he'll slip into sleep. “I know,” you whisper. 

[hoshifighting]

helloo

i was just wondering abt how we don’t see many angry dom seungkwan fics hehe. mean seungkwan with lots of degradation who’s super possessive

he wants to mark u on the outside and the also the inside with his seed omg and make sure everyone sees

hiii!! omg YES!! he would be so sassy, and surely a motherfucker bc ughh he would fuck soo harrrd!!

Mean, Jealous Seungkwannie!

warnings: smut, slut-shamming, degradation, creampie, possessive sex, dom seungkwan, nude sending.

Seungkwan's jealousy simmered beneath the surface as he watched you engage in lively conversations with Mingyu and Dokyeom during practice. the way you laughed and smiled with them fueled his insecurities, igniting a fire of possessiveness within him.

now, you find yourself at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he fucks you relentlessly. his cock pounds into you with unyielding force, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing with a controlled strength, while his other hand delivers punishing slaps to your clit.

tears stream down your cheeks as you whimper and nod in response to his hard degradation. Seungkwan's words cut deep, his tone dripping with a mix of anger and desire as he reminds you of your place.

"you like talking to them, huh?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "you like laughing with them, making them feel special? well, guess what? you're mine. mine to fuck, mine to use however i want."

Seungkwan's hand comes down hard on your clit, the sharp slap echoing in the room as he demands an answer from you. your body jerks in response, the intense sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

"answer me, slut," he growls, his grip tightening around your throat as he waits for your response.

you whimper, struggling to form coherent words as the stinging sensation in your clit overwhelms your senses. each slap sends a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you gasping for breath and desperate for more.

"i-i'm yours," you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper as you submit to his control. "yours to use, yours to fuck...whatever you want"

his lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he hears your confession, knowing that he has you completely at his mercy. with a low chuckle, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "that's right, you're mine. and don't you forget it, slut."

Seungkwan's grip tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he continues to degrade you with his words. the intensity of his dominance sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your pussy spasming around him as you struggle to form coherent thoughts.

"you like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt and desire. "you like being treated like my personal fuck toy, don't you?"

you whimper in response, your body trembling with anticipation as you surrender to his control. each word he speaks sends a thrill of excitement through you, igniting a fire of arousal that burns hotter with each passing second.

"mhm," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to catch your breath. "yes, Seungkwan...i love it...love being yours..."

his lips curl into a wicked grin as he hears your confession, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to allow you to breathe. but before you can fully recover, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to whisper his sweet words.

"that's right, you're mine," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "mine to use, mine to fuck...and right now, you're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

you nod frantically, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "yes, Seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. "i'm gonna cum...gonna cum so hard for you..."

and with one final thrust, one final squeeze of his hand around your throat, you let go, your thighs getting ruined with your arousal, as you squirm, holding his hand, that masturbates your clit hard.

Seungkwan's cock continues to slam into you relentlessly, driving you to the brink of oversensitivity as you convulse beneath him. you whimper in protest, unable to form coherent words as the intensity of his thrusts overwhelms you.

"i can't!" you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling with desperation.

but Seungkwan only chuckles darkly, his grip on your face firm as he forces you to meet his gaze. "ah-ah," he murmurs, his voice a low growl of dominance. "now you're going to wait patiently for me to fill this pussy. you're mine, understand?"

you nod frantically, your body trembling with anticipation as you submit to his command. "yes, seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

and then, finally, you feel it—the hot lines of his cum filling you up, coating your insides with his essence. you whimper in ecstasy as he holds your face, forcing you to look at the mess he's made of you, your pussy dripping with his cum and the sheets stained with your combined cum.

the squelching sounds of your bodies mingling fill the air, and Seungkwan's loud moans only serve to heighten, as you squirm beneath him, completely lost in the pleasure of being owned by him.

seungkwan pauses to catch his breath, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reaches for his cellphone. with a mischievous grin, he opens the camera app, positioning his cock next to your thigh as his cum drips from your pussy in fat globs.

click.

he snaps a picture of your well-used cunt, his cock standing proudly beside it, the evidence of your passionate encounter captured for posterity. then, with a satisfied smirk, he turns to you, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"you know, Mingyu and Dokyeom are going to love this," he says, his voice dripping with anticipation.

your eyes widen in shock and arousal as you realize what he's planning. "Seungkwan, you wouldn't—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a wicked chuckle.

"oh, but i would," he replies, his grin widening as he sends the picture to his friends. "they've been dying to see what a naughty little slut you are for me."

you blush furiously at his words, the thought of Mingyu and dk seeing you in such a vulnerable position sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "you're insatiable," you murmur, unable to suppress a moan as Seungkwan leans in to kiss you hungrily.

"and you love it," he whispers against your lips, his hands wandering greedily over your body as he prepares to take you his cock again. "now, let's see how long we can keep them waiting."

[ornii]

Hey, don't know if it didn't delivered and/or you have done this before but.. Can we get some Hc's were (male)reader who's a werewolf like Enid and they both go into heat...?

I wasn’t able to work on the other one but I did get it! Been trying other content but I’ll finally get a chance to work on this one. Smut Warning.

Désir brûlant

Enid Sinclair X Male Reader, Smut ahead! Beware!

Being w Werewolf has It’s ups and downs, having Super strength, animal like instincts, the ability to transform into a massive hulking wolf man. Plus finding a mate was easy, they tend to pair off for life. But, there was one major drawback to this seemingly nice life.

Heat, very bad heat.

Heat cycles exist in Animals, and since werewolves are half human, half animal, it only stands that you’d have them as well. And that you did, this overbearing lust and emotional outbursts you’d have all due to the mixture of heritage. This year was no different so straying from girls was a must to avoid coming off as a creep, unfortunately there was one girl who was drawn to all things Creepy. Wednesday Addams.

Sitting in the back corner of the cafe, your pencil traced along the notepad for your Lycanthropy Homework, it’s usually child’s play for you, but something kept shoving its way into the focus of your mind. The notes began to fade and your mind wandered to the sense of touch, holding, touching, which quickly delves into intense, wild, bed breaking sex with, her.. you close your eyes and let instinct take over, it was all darkness. Until puffy blonde hair appears, beautiful emerald green eyes like a lush plane of emeralds, her face was unmistakable, it was Enid.

“(Y/n).” Your eyes shoot open to the sound of speien calling your name, you look up and a dark shroud darkens you. It was none other than Wednesday herself.

“Wednesday, I smelled black roses but, Nevermind. What’s up sunshine?” You Mutter. You met Wedensday by Proxy of Enid when she first darkened the Nevermore gates.

“I need your help with an.. issue.” She says, and sinks into the seat across from you. You casually place your pencil down.

“Look, depending on the size of the body, I can’t digest that much, it’s really bad for you.” You casually explain, Wedensday’s face was obviously a mix of conduit, but she cuts you off.

“That’s not why I’m here— let’s put a pin in that for later. This doesn’t require murder, yet.” She said, you lean back, gently covering your nose. Wednesday scowls a bit.

“Why are you covering you nose? Are you trying to imply something?” She said with her casual accusing tone.

“No, it’s just your… pheromones.” You can’t even look her in the eye, “I don’t want to end up drooling in front of you.” You admit.

“Humorous.” She replies deadpanned, “But this isn’t the first time, it concerns Enid.” She looks a bit, uncomfortable. Pushing your instincts down you wipe your mouth and look at her.

“Is something wrong? Is she okay?” You ask.

“She’s, different… making odd noises in the late night, I suspected her to be “Wolfing out” but that doesn’t seem the case, her whining, noises, it’s droning on and she’s not being cooperative.” Wednesday explains, “As a fellow wolf I assume you might have some insight.”

“Oh, I See.. yeah that makes sense.” You say to yourself.

“What do you mean?” Wedensday said.

“Heat Season. She’s probably struggling the way I am.” You explain, Wedensday looks down, thinking. “I hadn’t considered that option.”

“You didn’t think mating season would be a thing? It is for all of us, that and teenage hormones all mixed together…” you drone on, but stop. “Might want to keep your face away from hers. Might wind up with lipstick on it.” You say in jest, Wedensday having the sense of humor as a dead sewer rat, stares at you.

“She would do such a thing?”

“No Jesus, Wedensday I’m fucking with you, you’re probably not her type anyway.” You stand up, stepping out of the booth.

“Only real way for her to go back to normal is for her to wait out her heat season. Or…” you say, which catches Wedensday by surprise.

“Or what?…”

“You, give her what she wants…” you awkwardly admits.

“You mean, give you what you want?” Wedensday fires back, you try to act as if you have no idea what she means, but the sudden shift in your body language told her exactly what you had in mind. Wednesday thinks and then also stood up.

“I’ll be spending most of the afternoon in the cemetery, go get it out of her system..” she demands, and leaves, something about the way she said it. You felt almost compelled to, following up on Wednesdays “Offer.” More like a demand really, you awkwardly made your way to their room. Gently knocking on the door, you awaited a response for a moment.

“Hey, Enid?” You ask, Wedensday wanted me to Uh, Check on you..” you utter, you hear her shuffling and moving and the door opening. Enid was still as beautiful as ever, just with a very, tired look. Her eyes lit up for a moment seeing you, and a few very inappropriate ideas flooded her brain, she smiled.

“(Y/n)! It’s, really good to see you, really good.” She really extended her pronouncing on that one. You took the hint and leaned in slightly.

“Well, is there… anything I can do to—“ You could barely make out the sentence before you felt her hand grip your tie and yank you into the room.

3RD Person.

Enid wasn’t always so forward with things but to get the itch she’s been dying to scratch for so long, she took the first opportunity that came. It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to realize Enid had her hands on the door, pinning him against it and her lips assaulting his, her trying to coop herself in her room for the cycle to run its course wasn’t going to work, and Him drooling over her wasn’t going to help that. His hands gripped what part of her they could, her waist around his palms that get hotter each second, she was, surprisingly, barely wearing anything besides underwear that she was dying to tear off. Switching positions, Enids body was pressed against the door, this time (Y/n) taking the more dominant role as his lips pursed and kissed her neck, hard. (Y/n) stripped himself down to match her, sweat beading off both.

Her desperate moans crept into his ear, panting and gasping. “Harder, bite me, harder~” she pleaded, he gently let his teeth sink slightly into her skin, her body shivers, her nails digging into (Y/n)’s back as her grunts of pleasure were like music to (Y/n)’s ears. His enhanced strength lets him effortlessly Lift the girl up and walk her to Her bed, lying her down he mounts his mate and both are ready for the main course. His sex aligns with hers and his eyes locked with hers, he waits for a moment, to gauge wether she wants to go this far, Enid nods, looking lovingly into his eyes. He obliges, and slowly pushes inside, the hot wave of pleasure runs though them both, but Enid more, the way her head cocked back and the way her voice shivers as she yells “Fuuuuuuck~” as he enters. Her legs wrap around his waist, not letting him out. Her chest presses against his, holding (Y/n) tightly. His palms grip the bedsheets as he thrusts away, sloshing in her soaking wet depths, her cries of pleasure ring though the room. It only took a few thrusts for Enids to feel an orgasm coming.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“ she could barely let the worse escape her mouth before her body clenched around his, shaking in orgasm. (Y/n) pulled his throbbing shaft out and let his seed explode all over her stomach, both gasping for air they lie down together. (Y/n) wipes the sweat from his brow to recover, but he got no rest as he felt Enid this time Mount him, she didn’t hesitate to slide right down on his cock and ride away.

It was hours of passionate love, different positions, both being the dominant and submissive role in their relations. It was nearing midnight and Wednesday had given them ample time to get themselves together, she approached the door and opened it to the waft of sex hitting her nose, she, realizing the mistake she made walked to the window and opened it to air the room out, she completely ignored the exhausted duo lying on Enids bed.

“H-Hey, roomie…” Enid grumbles, tired.

“Good night Enid, (Y/n)?” She asks, he looks over to her.

“Yeah?” He asks, tired.

“Thank you for getting it out of her system.”

[coldfanbou]

Taming Her

Day 27 involves us taming Chaeyeon. Don't ask me any anatomical questions; I was following the request.

Length 1.4K

Chaeyeon x mreader

Chaeyeon deserved to be punished after the past few weeks, and you were going to give her a harsh one.  She wore super short skirts and shorts without any panties, was super flirty with other guys, teasing you and grabbing you in public despite the danger of her idol career being ruined if someone saw her, and touching herself in public, trying to goad you into fucking her. All of that within the week. It was frustrating to you that she was taking things so far. So you started your payback by putting her in a chastity belt while she slept. When she woke up, she tried to argue with you about taking it off, but you didn’t relent. If she was going to be a brat, you were going to treat her as such and break her. That last part would come soon enough. Chaeyeon stopped wearing panties two days into her punishment; they were constantly soaked, so she thought it would be better if she went without them. Her high sex drive was becoming her worst enemy as she began her fast. She obeyed every order you gave her. It was her attempt to win your favor and get an early release. Still, you kept her chastity belt on her.

“Please!” Chaeyeon whined. “Just take it off for a little while. I’ll let you put it back on after, I swear.” She sat across from you, watching as you masturbated. She couldn’t touch herself, and it was driving her crazy.

“No, can do. If you want to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one.” You keep jerking off, getting closer to your orgasm as you watch her try to get the chastity belt off. “I’ll give you one kindness, though.” You say as you get up and walk over to her. You stroke your cock, pointing it at her face. “Beg.” 

Chaeyeon frowns and audibly whines. She refuses to say anything.

“Oh? You’re going to act like a brat still?”

She was never the kind to beg, but the situation made her give in. “Please cum on me,” She says quietly.

“What was that?” 

“I said cum on me. I want you to give me a facial.” She says with anger in her voice. You smirk and give her what she wants, cumming on her face. Chaeyeon shuts her eyes and lets the sticky liquid spurt on her face, but it does nothing to calm her down. The smell of it makes her horny, and she tries to grind against the floor but gets no pleasure from it. She starts to massage your cum into her skin, trying to please you. 

“What a good girl. I think I’ll reduce the time I’ll keep you in there.” Chaeyeon wants to smile but is still frustrated that she isn’t out of the cage. 

You decide to take it off at the end of the month. Sadly for Chaeyeon, the end of the month was a long way away. Every day, she lost a little piece of her sanity. She hadn’t gone without your touch for so long. It was driving her up a wall. She begged you every day to touch her so that you could use her in any way you wanted, but you resisted. As the month went on, you went as far as to stop kissing her or touching her in any way, even if it wasn’t sexual. 

At the end of the month, you released Chaeyeon. She wanted to fuck immediately, but you stopped her. Your punishment wasn’t done yet. You bent her over your knee, her small cock between your thighs. It was already hard; your lack of touch must’ve had more of an effect on her than you thought. You rub her ass and feel her cock begin to throb. Your simple touch was already bringing her to an orgasm. Winding up, you gather your strength and slam your palm into Chaeyeon’s ass. The loud clap from the strike mixes together with her moan as she cums  from the hit. Chaeyeon was never into spanking, but today, it was enough to set her off. Her small cock throbs as she cums for the first time this month. It was pathetic for you to watch; she squirmed on your lap, and her moans lasted forever. You couldn’t just wait for her to calm down, though; you pulled back your hand and spank her again and again. Chaeyeon seems to cum with every smack, her tiny cock twitching between your legs as it shoots more cum onto the floor. Eventually, Chaeyeon passes out, wholly spent from cumming. While she’s out, you move her into the bedroom. Having her sit in front of you, You pull her close, her head rolling back and resting against your body. You wait for her to wake up, caressing her breasts while you wait. Soon enough, she comes to. 

“What’s going on? What happened? She mumbles while looking around. You snake your hand around her body and grasp her cock. Chaeyeon immediately jumps to attention as she feels your hand on her. She was still sensitive, and you knew it. You slowly glide your hand along her small cock, causing her to moan loudly. “Hold on a second. I’m going to cum again.” Her cock stiffens quickly.

“I thought you wanted this.” You say as you continue to stroke her cock. You felt it start twitching in your hand. Chaeyeon has to bite her lip, trying to hold on. You let go of her for a moment and walk in front of her. Grabbing her legs, you lift them up and fold Chaeyeon in half. You ready your cock, rubbing it against her cunt. “You wanted this for so long. I’m going to make sure you get it.” Chaeyeon holds her hands out, wanting you to wait, but you push inside her anyway. Her head shoots back, and Chaeyeon lets out a tremendous roar as she cums again. Spurting out of her cock, Chaeyeon covers herself in cum. You thrust quickly, her slippery walls quickly coating your cock as you ram your length inside her. Chaeyeon’s eyes are half-lidded. She struggles to keep them open as more cum shoots out from her cock and covers her face. You enjoy the look on her face; it is one of euphoria. No matter how many times she came, you continued to fuck her. Her walls were constantly squeezing your cock, making it difficult to last long. You push more of your body weight on Chaeyeon; her feet sit beside her head as you thrust. Chaeyeon was beginning to black out again; her eyes shut for some time before opening slowly. “Poor baby, can’t handle being fucked.”

“Cum…” She said lazily; her words were difficult to make out due to the constant moans coming from her. This would teach Chaeyeon a lesson, you thought to yourself.

“Chaeyeon, get ready for a creampie. I’m going to cum.” Chaeyeon smiles weakly as she hears that you’re going to cum. You drive your cock deep into Chaeyeon’s cunt, burying your cock in her each time before you slam yourself in and fill her with your seed. It triggers another orgasm in Chaeyeon. She couldn’t handle the feeling of your warm cum flooding into her and came. Her cock twitches wildly as it paints her face. Chaeyeon turns her head to the side, trying to avoid getting more cum on her, but it just coats her neck. You slowly pull out of Chaeyeon, cum leaks from her cunt. As you let go of her legs, Chaeyeon rolls onto her side. She’s breathing heavily. You force her to look at you. “You’re going to be a good girl from now on, right? Answer me.”

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” And she was a good girl for the most part. She began to act right in public and was always eager to please you, so she never had to be put in the chastity belt again. Though, you always kept it as a threat to her. If she acted out, you would punish her. You know it killed part of her not to touch you in public, but she was improving in restraining herself. Every day, you moved a bit closer to the perfect idol. Soon enough, you would have a perfectly tamed brat.

[ravenzeppeli]

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Chapter 14 - The Incident Pt. 1 |La Squadra x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse, verbal abuse, cutting, suicide attempt, threats. MA.

Risottos POV

2 months later

It was a silent day at first, and for the past two months, everything had been peaceful. That was until you walked into the hideout, a hard look on your face as you looked around the room, Risotto instantly knew something was wrong.

"What?" Risotto questioned, his eyes on you.

"You know.. I don't even know what to say right now. I should, but I don't. You stupid fuckers," you spoke, voice low as you stared at Formaggio, then at Illuso. "Melone, where were you five nights ago? Thursday night!"

Melone stood up instantly, heading towards you. "I swear, I only sat in the car! I would ne-"

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you if you come near me, you better not come near me!" You yelled, Melone ignoring your request, only for Ghiaccio to stand up and grab him, holding him back slighly. "Cheating bastard!"

"Hey, he didn't go in -" Formaggio began, causing you to cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, I know what Illuso and you do! And guess what? I don't give a fuck about either one of you!" You screamed, causing Formaggio to awkwardly look down. "You had to bring in Melone!? You had to fucking do that to me, fuck you Formaggio! You stupid cunt!"

Formaggio then stood up, "Hey, watch what you fucking call me. Now listen, you brainless bi-"

"Fuck what you have to say! Go tell Tracy! Maybe tell Mindy!" You screamed, beginning to walk towards Formaggio. "What? Wanna hit me!? I don't fucking care! Do it!"

"Oh, I'll beat the fucking shit out of you Y/N, I'll break your fucking jaw!" Formaggio screamed, storming towards you, immediately grabbing your face. "What!? Hm!? Say something now, you little cunt!" He squeezed your cheeks, pushing you against the leather loveseat, causing Prosciutto to stand up.

Prosciutto stepped back, placing his hands in his pockets. He kept his eyes on you, having a hard glare. It was as if he wanted to see you get beat up. Risotto didn't know what he should do yet, not quite knowing what exactly was going on. He found it hard to believe that Melone would ever cheat on you. He felt like this might be a misunderstanding. He didn't give the men any rules aside from not causing permanent damage, not to use their stands on you, or not killing you. That's what he promised you, and he would always keep that promise to you.

You suddenly shrugged, a smirk appearing on your lips. "I'm going to go out tonight and fuck every guy you know. Then I'm going to fuck everyone Illuso knows. Then I'm going to fuck everyone Melone knows twice." You had something different in your eyes, a pain mixed with pure anger. Risotto should step in soon. "Don't you have a father in the mafia still Illuso?"

That caused Illuso to stand up, "You know what? Fuck it. Yeah, I pay bitches to suck my dick. And so does Formaggio. And Prosciutto went a few times too, but we all wore condoms. And we didn't fuck or kiss the girls or nothing. So chill out bitch. Alright?" He shrugged. "And you ain't fucking nobody. I'll kill anyone you try and fuck that ain't in this room right now. I'll kill my own fucking family, cause best believe you're our pussy. You have no brain to us, and your opinions don't matter. Just shut the fuck up and know your place."

It seemed as if you suddenly had super human strength as you pushed Formaggio roughly, causing him to practically fall to the ground if not for his stand catching him. You turned towards Illuso, and Risotto saw complete darkness in your eyes. "You know, I'm not surprised you have to pay girls to suck your dick Illuso. Considering I fake it every single time we have sex I'm sure you couldn't even pay them to fuck you. Can you even call yourself a man?"

Illuso laughed, "you worthless whore. If Risotto hadn't spared your life-"

"Illuso punched me in the face because he told me he loved me, and I rejected him," you quickly spat out, causing Illuso to go silent. "Wow, and Prosciutto went too? That's good to know. I'm glad. Seems like theirs four worthless whores here, and I'm not one of them. But I will be after tonight. Wait until I go out tonight."

Melone finally broke free just as Formaggio rushed over to you and smacked you across the face, causing Melone to suddenly freeze up. "Don't you ever threaten to sleep with another man! Want us not to do that shit!? Fine! But why come at us like you're a fucking little girl? Hm? Fucks your problem!?" He slapped you again before grasping your throat. "Fucks the matter with you!?"

"I love Melone, and I told everyone I was with him!" You screamed, your hand balling into a fist. Your hand crashed into the side of Formaggios face, causing him to instantly drop to the ground. "You shouldn't have involved Melone!"

Prosciutto immediately rushed over to Formaggio, dropping to the ground when he noticed that he wasn't moving. "Fuck.. you knocked him out cold Y/N! I'm going to beat your ass!" He stood up, attempting to grab you, but you quickly ran past him, rushing down the hall. He heard your bedroom door slam shut, causing Prosciutto to chase after you.

Melone stood in shock for a few moments before he dropped to the ground next to Formaggio, staring down at him. He seemed like he was about to cry. "I told you, Illuso, I begged you.. you should have dropped me off at home. I love her. If she leaves me I'm going to blow my fucking brains out."

"I'll beat that bitch into a coma," Illuso replied, causing Melone to instantly rise up. "What? I'll fucking kill that cunt."

Risotto stood up, his fist crashing into Illusos, causing him to fall back onto the couch. "What did I fucking tell you? What did I tell you all?" He snapped, keeping his hand balled into a fist. "She is a part of this team. A permanent part. Since you want to kill you, you'll be breaking up with her."

"I don't want to break up with her," Illuso muttered, holding his nose, blood pouring from his nose. "I.. I wouldn't actually kill her or beat her hard! Fuck, I'm sorry Risotto!"

"If you or anyone else kills her, you'll get much worse than death. Do you not realize that she's young and immature? That she's fucking adjusting?" Risotto questioned, noticing that Formaggio was finally waking up. "This is her first real relationship. This is. Her dating all seven of us."

"Open this door now. You're getting a long spanking for this behavior! You are a very bad girl right now!" Prosciutto screamed, loud bangs rocking the entire house. "I only got three hand jobs from those strippers, that's it! And that was before we had sex and got serious!"

"Leave me alone!" You screamed. "You wanna hurt me!? All of you want to hurt me!? To fucking kill me! I can do that to myself! I'll be damned if any of you kill me, I'll kill me first!"

"Fuck," Risotto muttered, realizing that you more then likely heard Illuso say that he was going to beat and kill you. You had a very weak mental state, and he instantly worried for your safety. It turned out the biggest danger to you right now was yourself.

Melone was the first to move, running down the hall, a loud crash being heard as the entire base rocked back and forth. "Hey, hey! Nobody is going to kill you! Please baby, please stop! No!"

Risotto rushed into the room, seeing your bedroom door broken into pieces on the floor. He saw Melone holding his arm. It bent awkwardly as he tried walking towards you slowly. You had two large cuts on your left wrist, you holding a knife to your throat, your back against the wall. For the first time, he saw fear in your eyes. Fear and.. was that heartbreak? He had to calm you down before you hurt yourself.

"Lower the knife, please," Risotto said softly, walking towards you. He stopped as he noticed blood starring to drop from your neck, your entire body shaking. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You can relax."

"You're gonna beat and kill me, get away from me!" You cried, causing him to take a few steps back, his hands slowly raising. "I said stop it!" You cried as Prosciutto sped towards you, grabbing the knife out of your hand and tossing it to the ground.

"Don't hurt her," Risotto commanded, causing Prosciutto to loosen his grip on you. "Y/N, you need to calm down right now. You are not in any danger. You are safe here. You need to breathe right now."

You tried to break away from Prosciutto, your eyes suddenly landing on Melones hurt arm, causing you to attempt to walk towards him, only to be held back by Prosciutto. "No," you sobbed suddenly, tears filling your eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt," Melone told you, despite still holding his arm. "I love you so much. I would never let anyone beat or kill you, I'm so sorry I waited outside the strip club, baby. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you the things I knew. I didn't want to hurt you, but I regret everything." He walked up to you, pushing Prosciutto to the side.

You seemed slightly calmer as Melones body guarded you. "You need to get to the hospital right now. I just.. leave me alone and go to the hospital!"

"Please forgive me, baby, I swear I stayed in the car! Outside of you and that one prostitute when I was 18, I've only ever been with you!" He pleaded, reaching out for your bleeding wrist. "I'll die if you die."

"Go to the hospital now, before I go fucking insane!" You yelled at him, him shaking his head in reply. "Melone, I swear. Get out of my fucking face!"

He stepped closer, leaving no distance between the two of you. "No, I won't leave you alone! I just want to keep you safe. I don't trust anyone with you!"

Just as he said that, Ghiaccio stepped in, gently grabbing Melones unbent arm, pulling him away from you. "I'll watch her, okay? I'll stay here with her all night. I know you trust me with her."

"Y/N, are you mad at Ghiaccio? Are you mad at him like you're mad at me?" Melone questioned, his watery eyes not leaving your face. "Do you feel safe around him?"

You looked over at Ghiaccio, giving him a hard stare before you turned your attention back towards Melone. "I'm fine.. just go get your arm fixed." As he walked up to you to hug you, you turned away from him, rejecting him. "No."

"Y/N, please don't do this to me. You're my entire world," he begged, tears suddenly escaping his eyes. Risotto had never seen him cry before. "I can't lose you."

You ignored him, Ghiaccio patting his back and whispering something in his ear. Whatever Ghiaccio said must have worked because Melone left after that, without saying another word to you.

Risotto looked down, noticing a small pile of your blood around you, your face losing all color as you blinking began to slow. Suddenly, he felt like a fucking idiot, his stand immediately appearing as he closed your wounds, ignoring your pained groans as the staples pushed your split skin together.

"I had to close the wound up," Risotto told you, not wanting you to think he did it on purpose. He should have closed you up beforehand, and he would have if it wasn't for the many distractions. He was always so focused that it brought him a little shame to know that he didn't immediately close you up. He could see your point of view, but he didn't like the outbursts much. Even so, he left your punishments up to Prosciutto, noticing that you're more intimidated by Prosciutto than Risotto for some reason.

"Come here, Y/N, you're pale," Ghiaccio muttered as he approached you, grabbing your arm. He heard the front door slam shut, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Y/N, what the fuck was all of that about?"

You were extremely pale, causing Ghiaccio to guide you to sit on the edge of your bed. "What do you think? I can never show my face in public again. Everyone thinks Melone fucks strippers."

"I never cheated on you," Prosciutto added in, beginning to walk towards you, but Risotto stopped him. "What? I know when and when not to hit her, I know nows not the time. I know how to take care of her."

Risotto shook his head, "it's not that Prosciutto." He turned away, keeping his voice a whisper. "See how comfortable she is now that Ghiaccio is here? We need to just go and leave her with him. He's the only person who can calm her down, it seems. You and I are only causing her stress."

"Yeah, you're right. But she needs her ass beat once she's better. This behavior can not be tolerated," Prosciutto whispered back. "She should have handled things differently."

Risotto shrugged before pulling away. "Okay, Y/N," he began, keeping his voice soft. "Do you want Ghiaccio to stay here with you tonight?"

"Yes," you muttered, turning away from both Risotto and Prosciutto.

"Alright.. I'll see you," Risotto muttered, nodding his head at Ghiaccio before leaving the room.

"Don't you try anything, got that? You're still my girlfriend, that'll never change," Prosciutto snapped before leaving, following Risotto into the living room of the base. "Risotto, she went fucking insane on us. What are we going to do?"

"Speak freely," Risotto muttered. "Whatever you say, I won't hold it against you. I trust you." Prosciutto was his right hand man, acting capo when he was ever sick or unable to come into work (which was rare). Also, if someone put a gun to his head and asked him who he closest friend was, Prosciuttos' name would immediately pop into his head.

Prosciutto sighed, "Considering she has to date seven men, she might feel extremely overwhelmed. On top of that, she loves Melone, and she has random people coming up to her in the streets, saying he was at a strip club. Despite her outbursts, it's obvious that she was only acting out of hurt. I think, despite what happened, her outburst shows that she cares. We'd have to worry if she had no reaction at all."

"What should we do about her and Formaggio and Illuso? They don't see things the way you and I do. Illuso threatened to kill her, and I had to punch him."

He glared, shaking his head, disappointment flashing across his face. "I'll have a talk with Illuso, explain to him how things need to be. With Formaggio.." he let his voice trail off, seeming to not have an answer.

"Let's see how things play out with the two of them," Risotto replied, staring down the hall. "For now, she's safe with Ghiaccio. He would never do anything to hurt her. They've gotten pretty close."

"I don't even think they've had sex yet," commented Prosciutto. "Well, at least Ghiaccio seems to like her. He seems to like her a lot. See the way he's been looking at her lately? It's more concerning than the way Melone looks at her."

Risotto didn't know how to reply to that, instead shrugging his shoulders. "She's calm. That's all that matters. Let's go to the hospital and check on the others."

[richmond-rex]

I was tagged by super talented @eve-to-adam! Thank you <3

How many works do you have on AO3? I've got 19 fics currently on ao3 (but I always think about deleting some of them so that number may go down).

What fandoms do you write for? Currently I only write historical RPF, but I've got two Still Star-Crossed stories on my profile as it stands. It was very fun to write them but the show wasn't renewed and eventually my passion ran out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Draw Your SwordsBlooming (modern AU) We Sang of Roses (modern AU) A Royal BedJoy on Earth

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Though not always successful (I'm kind of a forgetful person, sorry!) I try to respond to comments because I like to acknowledge the person's effort in commenting. It's very easy to simply read and leave a like/kudos, but leaving a comment sometimes after you're still processing a story or when you're naturally very shy takes a bit more from you. So I like to acknowledge that.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably To love God is to love a sinner, but some stories have ambiguous endings such as The Relentless Weight and more recently, The Hour of the Wolf.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably my no-plot-only-fluff fic, White Christmas

Do you get hate on fics? Not frequently, thankfully, though that's probably because the readership I get is so small. I did once get a comment saying my story was too cheesy, and another one once berating me for describing Elizabeth of York as 'blonde' (a herald who witnessed her coronation described her hair as 'light yellow'; so please don’t tell me I’m wrong ♥)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do (though not frequently), which is considered controversial because I write about real (albeit historical) people. Sex is part of the human experience and it can tell us a lot about the characters and the relationships, so I try to feel less guilty about it. I also like to take smut as an exercising in writing: to test how far I can get in evoking a sensation without getting into more explicit territory is always a challenge.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? In terms of different fandoms? I don't remember ever doing that. I have mixed different eras, though.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not a fic per se, but once I did share an AU with @harritudur and another friend. It was very fun :D

What’s your all-time favourite ship? I do love to explore the relationship between Henry VII and Elizabeth because it was so unlikely to have happened in the first place, let alone succeed. I find it very touching! I do have other ships, though.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? It's not a WIP that I have posted anywhere but I did start writing a oneshot that I wanted to dedicate to a friend about the relationship between Edward IV and George of Clarence! It did feature a few unexpected people too.

What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue and themes. It's difficult to say, I pick my writing apart so much when I'm in the process of writing it, once I publish it's very hard for me to go back and confront myself. It all kind of turns into nebulous territory.

What are your writing weaknesses? Many, many things but scene transitions are probably at the top of the list! That's why my story chapters usually all take place in a single scene.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? As a bilingual person I find it important to portray this completely unique experience of mixing two languages as they come (if the character in question is multilingual). It's not a popular view, though I do think people should get more comfortable with not understanding word-by-word everything that ever comes across the page. The strangeness of being confronted with a language that you do not know is a part of a different kind of experience and it can only enrich your reading. Of course, all should be within reasonable limits: information that is essential to the overall story should be in the language the story is set in.

First fandom you wrote for? I think it was Star Wars but I can't remember if I actually published it anywhere. I was very very young lol

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Blooming has a very dear place in my heart, it was the first fic I actually felt like accomplishing myself in terms of achieving the characterisation I wanted for my characters and creating a narrative that made sense for their development.

I think most people have been tagged already, but I'm tagging @harritudur, @heartofstanding and anyone else who feels like joining in the fun! x

[opalimagines]

Smut Prompts

Since I haven't done much smut, I decided this should be the next prompt list. This is a mix of different actions, situations, and locations (all mostly from other prompt lists, which have been credited below), as well as dialogue. I'd like to keep it to four prompts total per asks, and please mix it up if you send multiple asks so we can have some variety. Feel free to specify whether you want the reader to be amab or afab!

Please refer to my pinned post for my rules and, as always, no minors.

Heavy making out

Begging

Biting

Teasing

Scratching

Choking

Orgasm denial/edging

Fingering/handjob

Face sitting

Dry humping

Thigh riding

Hair pulling

Finger sucking

Groping/touching

Holding hands

Leaving marks

Straddling their lap

Bending them over a table/desk/couch

Playfully smacking their ass

Whispering in their ear

Finally breaking years of sexual tension

Kissing them and undoing their clothes to get them to stay a little longer

Trying to keep quiet

Getting caught while masturbating

Watching them from across the room before finally leaving together

Fake dating that leads to real sex

Friends with benefits (with feelings?)

Secretly hooking up/dating

Controlling their movements when they're on top

Taking control when they're injured

Showing where and how they like to be touched

Subtly touching in public

Slowly undressing one another

Impatiently undressing one another

From behind

Overstimulation

Mutual masturbation

Oral

Sex toys

Power usage (super strength, ice, shadows, etc)

Bondage

Body worship

Praise

Pet names

Aftercare

Lots of eye contact

A new position

After being apart for a while

Quicky

First time

Sleepy morning sex

Slow, intimate sex

Rough, hard sex

Over the phone

Against the wall

In the shower

In the bathtub

In a car

In a closet/enclosed space

Where someone else could hear

Dialogue (please put a D in front of the number for these):

"Please touch me."

"You're so cute when you beg like that."

"If you ask nicely, maybe you'll get what you want."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't stop."

"Fuck, do that again."

"I really needed this."

"Slow down, I want to make this last."

"Come here."

"You've got me all to yourself for the rest of the night."

"So what are you going to do with me?"

"Can you come for me?"

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"I love it when you moan for me."

"Stay with me."

"I can be very convincing when I want to be."

"As much as it pains me to say this, you need to quiet down."

"They'll hear us." "I don't care."

"Having fun without me?"

"Need a hand?"

"You drive me crazy."

"I've been holding back all night, but now that we're alone..."

"I'll take care of you."

"You're so beautiful."

"Can you give me one more?"

"I can't take anymore."

"Do you need me to slow down?"

"I need more."

"I can take it."

"I want to focus on you right now."

"I love your taste."

"You're so good for me."

"Say it again. Please."

"That wasn't too much, was it?" "It was perfect."

"Let me clean you up."

"We've only got five minutes." "Then let's make them count."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never done this before."

"Can we take it slow?"

"Breakfast can wait."

"I wish I could be there with you right now."

"Let me hear those noises."

"I need you now."

"I want to taste you."

"Let me return the favor."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"You want to have sex with me?"

"We've never been just friends."

"You could never be a one night stand, I promise you that."

"You're all mine."

"I guess I'll just get off without you then."

"Does that feel good?"

"Wanna go do stuff to each other?"

"No one can know about this."

"Care to join me?"

"I'm just enjoying the view."

"All I can think of is you, naked and in my bed."

"I trust you."

"I love you."

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[narrators-journal]

that last ask was meant to be a request but your thoughts are neat haha- the ryomina degenerates Are starving and i respect you for feeding us

My b, dude! Unless there's a specific scenario or a blunt object involved, I tend to miss the implications on shit. Tis the Tism.

but hey! I offer smut as a compromise <3 Excuse if it's a lil off, I’ve been fighting with this scenario so fuckin’ much, and also don't write for Thanatos too much, and for some reason that seems to curse my writing for him with the wonkies. But! I tried, and I hope it's at least amusing!

CW: Monsterfucking, size difference, cum inflation, maybe some very vague semi-public sex, my attempt at edginess? Not super spicy on the kinks this time

Being a member of the SEES wasn’t an easy life. Between the nocturnal lifestyle required, the inevitable wounds and trauma, and the secrecy of it, social lives were well-known to become casualties to the job. Especially when, like Minato Arisato, the shreds of free time you could get, had to be spent trying to speedrun the years of schooling he’d missed thanks to long stints in the mental ward.

Yet, thanks to that time in those hospitals, he was no stranger to that loneliness. After all, the blue-haired emo had spent most of his life alone. Whether it be in the setting of a mental hospital, or a highschool didn’t matter. Friends didn’t matter. Partners didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the masochistic thrill of the cold evoker against his head and the sadistic rush he got from his training. He didn’t need a girlfriend, boyfriend, or anything like that. All he needed was the dark hour.

Though...in reality, some part of the mentally ill persona user did crave the companionship he saw Junpei cultivate with Chidori. Something that was deeper than the friendship he maintained with his team mates.

Which, would’ve been an easy thing to acquire, as Minato’s androgeny and cold demeanor seemed to attract a majority of his classmates like honey would flies. But, no man nor woman would dare seek his affections if they understood just how depraved he truly was.

If his classmates knew just how Minato’s body reacted when he saw Thanatos, a tall, muscular persona that was entirely at the wildcard’s beck and call. They would never understand.

Except for Junpei. Junpei had admitted to Minato a few times that Chidori’s persona Medea was attractive to the brunette. So, he could probably understand how Minato’s heartbeat picked up when he called upon the tall, harness-clad, monster. How the sight of the blank, mannequin-esque face within that lethal helmet stirred up so many creatively perverse scenarios.

But nobody else could even begin to grasp that shameful, lonely secret.

Though, the loneliness of Minato’s tastes had been curbed a fair bit since he’d transferred back to Gekkouken highschool. After all, his crush literallydid whatever he commanded. And like any other curious horndog after their eighteenth birthday, nobody could stop him if he took advantage of that dynamic.

Which. He did. Pretty easily, since all he required to do so was a solo trip into the mangled mess of floors that was Tartarus.

And, despite how the large persona’s girthy cock stung as Thanatos slowly pushed into his user, Minato didn’t regret that choice.

The mix of pain as he was stretched with the pleasure of not a single sensitive inch being neglected swirled together in the wildcard’s head like a conflicted tornado. Was it too much? Was it not enough? Did each agonizingly slow inch progressed warm Minato’s blood with lust, or agony? He didn’t care, it was hot either way. He simply swallowed the urge to hiss in pain when his persona’s length filled him up. After so long of homework, angst, and trips into the dark hour, the man didn’t have the strength to fight his own pleasure.

Instead, Minato dug his nails into the cool gold of the opulant block’s wall and took a slow, deep breath as he closed his eyes to soak in the feeling. The way Thanatos had paused, his dick so deep it created a bump in Minato’s belly, his gloved hands so gentle, yet firm, as they held Minato in place. It was addictive, in an odd sense. As if the blue-haired man was a lewd adrenaline junky. Which, with how it took the overwhelming painful pleasure of his persona’s cock being buried in his ass for him to swoon with multiple levels of excitement, maybe he was.

Though, he didn’t need to be reckless in his fights with shadows, or jump off a cliff for a fresh dose of excitement. Each time the imposing persona behind Minato slowly drug out to push back in was enough of a threat to his health. With the added bonus of an additional spark of fire for the wildcard’s blood each time Thanatos’ head drug against his prostate.

Which, was why moans fell from Minato’s lips like water. Them and the lewd slap of skin on skin filled the air of the eerily empty, garishly gold floor around the pair as they went. The pace kept to a torturously slow tease until Minato finally managed to hiss, “Thana...fuck- hurry up. We don’t have all god damned night!” through the thick haze of bliss that swarmed his mind. A haze that only grew worse when his persona listened to his demand, and went from a cautious, shallow thrust, to a, still sort of slow, but rougher tempo that would have slammed the wildcard into the wall if he hadn’t braced himself against the wall before the shift.

Yet, it didn’t take much longer for Minato to succumb to the siren call of the coil that tightened in his belly. As Thanatos kept a hold of his hip, Minato let the force of his persona’s thrusts push him against the wall and relished the relief the cooler metal gave to his too-hot skin. Yet, the contrast didn’t just offer a brief reprieve from the fires of sin that threatened to cook Minato, it also seemed to enhance the tantalizing burn of each time his persona pulled out and slammed back into his ass. Each movement punctuated with a curse from the wildcard, and the knot in his gut slowly being tightened.

Until, in a moment that simultaneously felt all too soon and not soon enough, that knot came unravelled within Minato, and what few thoughts survived the rhythmic lapping of the waves of pleasure were drowned out by a tsunami. His muscles, butter in a hot pan. His body entirely at the mercy of the inhuman monster that loomed over him and bruised his hip while his cum poured into Minato’s belly until all it could do was trickle out and down his thighs.

So, in the end, Minato was left sticky, exhausted, hot, but his urges quenched and his loneliness solved.

[thecoziestbean]

Thanks for the tags, @justatinycollector and @bad-surprise ! I wanted to wait until the end of Hellghoul Week because I knew I'd be adding a few new things to the mix.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6, I'm still pretty new to this.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

73,608

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far only for Galadriel x Sauron/Halbrand within The Rings of Power/LOTR, but I've got something in the works for another fandom through an exchange, so it's still secret.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1: The Venus of Valinor (Haladriel | E | 9/13)

#2: My Way or the Highway (Haladriel | E | one-shot)

#3: meet me at the edge (Haladriel | E | 2/? | dead dove)

#4: Hellbrand & Ghouladriel Week Drabbles (Haladriel | T | 8/8)

#5: Missed Connections (Haladriel | G | 2/2)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I am an absolute chaos gremlin about responding to comments. I'll go on a total spree responding to every one, and then just... not. And I'm kind of random about which fics I'll respond on, too. Just know I love and value each and every one, and I hoard them like a greedy dragon and reread them when I'm feeling gloomy about my writing. So thank you thank you thank you if you've ever written a comment on something I've written!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess my newest fic, Looking Glass? It has what I would consider the most upsetting ending. I don't know if it's exactly angst though. Otherwise, my ficlet duo Missed Connections is what I would consider more traditionally angsty, but doesn't really have an ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

"My Way or the Highway" by default because a) it's one of only two things I've written with something even remotely akin to a traditional ending, and b) it's a happy ending *wink wink, nudge nudge*.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got my first anonymous hate comment just the other day. On a 100 word drabble about half-Maia Celebrían. These people are super rational, let me tell you what.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I'm not sure how I'd classify it. I don't think I write particularly soft smut. I'm often interested in characters who are teetering on the edge of something or being restrained by something, and the inevitable toppling over the edge or breaking of those restraints, so I think that's reflected in the kind of smut I write. It's a little unhinged. I worry sometimes it's a little much.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I'll be honest, I'm not a huge fan of crossovers (to each their own, though!) so I'm unlikely to, as well.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. That would be so cool, though!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, would definitely be open to it, though.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Not counting Haladriel, because it's too easy... I think I have to go with Zutara.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

As of now, I only have two WIPs, "The Venus of Valinor," and "meet me at the edge". Venus is on a little bit of a break while I focus on some one-shots, fic exchanges, and actually finishing "meet me." I'm trying to hold off starting any new big multi-chapter projects until I finish one of the current ones.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at writing dialogue, especially if it's banter. And establishing the space in a scene and movement through it. The blocking of scenes is really important to me, because I like to keep characters in motion, but I want that motion to make sense. I don't want a character to walk through where a wall should be, or have it seem like someone's grown a third arm in the middle of sex based on the number and placement of the hands that have been referenced.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle to convey emotions or the emotional weight of a scene. And I wish I was better at putting together more artful sentences. My writing style is pretty direct (which I think is a byproduct of the kind of writing I do for my job). I'm working on strengthening my prose.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not fluent enough in any other languages to attempt it any of my fic, save maybe a smattering of Quenya or Sindarin. But I'm all for it in other's work.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Self insert Mighty Ducks fic when I was like 9 years old. I know I said I wasn't into crossover fic, but there may or may not have been some LOTR references in it. I will not be elaborating.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oof, it's really hard to pick because they're all meaningful for different reasons. I think I have to go with "meet me at the edge" though. I'm just really proud of the concept for that one, and my writing for it so far. I've stretched myself a lot with it.

tagging @lisenberry @softlighter @nocaptainonthisship and anyone else who wants to! I absolutely love the little peek behind the curtain these things give, but no pressure.

[miidnighters]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

TAGGED BY: @exquisitexagony &lt;3

TAGGING: @laidbear | @lcvnderhazed | @fragiilex | @waterdepths

► NAME: Richard Flynn Hunter

► NICKNAME: Flynn

► TITLE(S): N/A

► AGE: 22

► SPECIES: Selkie

► SEX: Male

► NATIONALITY: American? That's where he washed up, anyway.

► INTERESTS: music, walking on the beach, trying to fix his coat

► PROFESSION: Student

► BODY TYPE: Lean

► EYES: Brown, but clouded and often watery

► HAIR: Brown, scruffy

► SKIN: Pale; freckled across his shoulders

► FACE: Blank, led with his nose

► POSTURE: Relaxed

► HEIGHT: 5'11"

► VOICE: low - he speaks slowly, like sometimes he's still considering how to put words together. His laugh is more of a bark than anything.

► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: Pretty casual - he's a jeans and some sort of casual button down - often all the pieces of his wardrobe are relatively plain so he can mix and match easily (x; x)

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A

► COMPANIONS: Flynn relies on his housemate Elara for a lot - she's his guide on being human, for the most part

► ANTAGONISTS: I don't think there really is one? Like sure whales attacked the herd and are ultimately the reason he's stuck on land and has no family left but he doesn't blame them and therefore doesn't consider them antagonists.

► STRENGTHS: hearing, taking care of others

► WEAKNESSES: blindness, cooking

► FRUITS: Oranges! But strawberries and other berries come close

► DRINKS: sweet coffee, soda, hot chocolate

► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Flynn doesn't really drink that much but will have a mixed drink at a push (typically a vodka solo or something similar)

► SMOKES: no

► DRUGS: no

► DRIVER'S LICENSE: he's legally blind so no but also is super intimidated by the idea of being the one driving so

[tazzy-ace]

Twenty questions for fic writers

Tagged by @dual-domination Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13. Not a lot by many folks standards but it still surprises me when I realize it's that many. In my brain I feel likes it's only been a handful of fics

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

74,551

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DMBJ, aka Grave Robber's Chronicles, with some Guardian mixed in

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Easy to be with you at 66 kudos, this one is actually my first fic I posted for a Taiwanese drama that I really love. Means a lot that it received so much love from that little fandom

Not a Hissy Kitten at 63 kudos, a very fun Liu Sang focused fic. Loved the vibes with this one

Sanctuary of Company at 28 kudos, soft Gen fic for Detective L. Very sweet and comforting

That Mystery Date at 28 kudos, aka my first contribution to the rarepair hell of weilanxie. Couldn't be happier jsksjs

A New feeling of Safety at 26 kudos, the Shen Wei goes on a tomb adventure with Wu Xie fic. Lots of fun

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Definitely. Sometimes my brain goes offline for a while and I don't respond for a month+ jskjd but I like responding to comments

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of the fics I've posted really have angst-y endings. At least rn. One of my wips has an angst filled ending for the ending but I haven't gotten there. But it's meant to be part of a longer series that would eventually have some comfort when it's all over

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A tough choice. I think I'm torn between the found family comfort in Safe with Family or the just pure domestic fluff of My Shelter.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. I've been lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. It usually ends up pretty emotion focused and intimate. Sex scenes as a character study type deal jsksjs

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh yeah. Most of my published fics are at this point. The craziest would have to be one that no longer sees the light of day from back during my Wattpad days. A crossover of Supernatural and ... wait for it, drumroll ... Taming of the Shrew jsksjs. Aka what I got up to writing in a composition note book during high school in English class

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sorta? Me and Hyde have cowritten in the same shared universe before, building off each other's works for a 2luo universe. It's super fun. We'll probably end up doing some proper co-writing eventually

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Of all time, hands down Leverage ot3 of Parker x Eliot x Hardison. Adore them so so much

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have doubts about finishing my Kunlun x Wu Xie fic set while Wu Xie is in college. My brain favors the shorter standalone fics that link together/are in a connected universe over writing longer form stuff so my goal with that fic of long chapters and 3 fics in the series to tell the story that's in my brain definitely feels like a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

The vibes? Jsksj but for real, yeah just feeling my way with characters and trusting how I know them to carry me through the story as I'm writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Attention span? I follow the passion and vibes when I'm writing so that it stays a fun and less stressful thing, so sometimes things get left on the back burner for a while. Haven't admitted defeat totally for any fics yet, but yeah. It's a challenge.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm mixed feelings in fics in general. It can be an interesting device to use in stories. I don't think I'd ever do it in my fics. I'd probably just add after dialogue if it's in another language that the character perspective closest to knows, or just add narration that another character says something in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooo another fic that no longer sees the light of day from my time on Wattpad. A major crossover fic with kids of various marvel characters and also Sherlock. Fun little thing. Jsksj I guess crossovers have always been in my blood.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Parts of me I have been Neglecting Its subject matter means a ton to me and the fic I find myself going back to the most. Shen Wei discovering how to accept and love himself while realizing his love for others isn't as limited as he was always lead to believe.

Not sure who all has been tagged in this so apologies for anyone that's already done this but I'll go ahead and tag @theflagscene @fixaidea @meluci-fer

[writedisaster]

was thinking dumb meme thoughts, and somehow that led to me writing an entire post about how my variously scarred characters would react to someone kissing their scars? Okay.

under the cut because this ended up being a weird mix of horny stuff and discussions of trauma

The Marquis de Carabas: Most of the Marquis's scars come from that one time he was tortured to death. If anyone tries to pay special attention to them, he will extricate himself from the situation with the grace of a cat evading a toddler's embrace. There have, in the fullness of his life, been one or two people who were exceptions to this. He will never reveal their names, but it's safe to assume that you're not one of them.

Jim: doesn't really have any strong feelings associated with her scars, which hail from mundane, non-life-threatening physical accidents. As such, she wouldn't really have super strong feelings about anyone kissing them. It would seem cute and soft to her, and would probably get her in a gooey romantic mood, but it's definitely not the only (or even most impactful) way to get Jim in a gooey romantic mood.

Bête: If you have no power over Bête and you attempt to kiss xir scars - or even to touch xir scars, or even to push back Bête's clothing to expose xir scars - you're getting backhanded. If you do have power over Bête... I mean, I don't really want to use this space to dwell on Bête's experiences when people with power over xem cross xir boundaries. But a note to those who believe they can treat Bête however they please with no repercussions: sure, quite possibly. But it would be best to spend the rest of your life being very, very careful that those repercussions never get a chance to find you.

Pliers: If you've gotten close enough to Pliers Mahoney to consider kissing her scars, it's because she wants you to. She's proud of her battle scars; a partner taking the time to linger on them would be a fun part of body worship for Pliers. It feels like a recognition of her strength and prowess in a similar way to boot worship (which, yes, she's also into) but with the more conventional intimacy of skin-on-skin.

Lip, mainverse: Well, in all honesty, it's hard to find a spot to kiss on mainverse!Lip's body that isn't marked by a scar, so for this paragraph, "kissing Lip's scars" will be understood as a kiss that pays obvious attention to the contours and texture of scarring, not just a kiss that happens to take place over a scar or two. Anyways, if someone's approaching Lip's scars with that kind of deliberate focus, Lip is going to assume it's a sex thing for that person. Which is completely fine by them! Well, kind of. Lip does deliberately lean into the sexualization and fetishization of their scars, but like a lot of other things Lip leans into, it's not necessarily wholly healthy for them. They may enjoy scar worship in the moment, but after it's done, it would be really good for Lip to get aftercare focusing on them having worth outside of the availability of their body and blood. But Lip is bad at recognizing their own emotional needs, and has accepted the post-sex mood crash as a normal part of their experience, so unfortunately, I don't think they'd be able to actually ask for that specific aftercare.

Lip, VtM verse: VtM!Lip only has one set of scars- the set from the initial attack. So they feel very differently about those scars than the self-chosen smokescreen of their mainverse scars. But people do still sexualize and fetishize those scars, and Lip... I don't know if it would be right to say they lean into it, because I don't think they feel like they have a ton of choice in it? But they are very much aware that those scars are kind of their trademark, and they work with what they've got. So they don't reject attention to the scars. But anyone kissing those scars is likely to make Lip dissociate. (Which is partly due to the initial trauma of the attack, and partly due to an early partner of theirs who noticed they had strong reactions to the scars being touched and basically used those reactions as a way to control Lip.) The severity of the dissociation varies, as does what it looks like from the outside. Occasionally, Lip will present with the classic thousand yard stare, but it's much more likely that they'll continue to be vague and bubbly and flirtatious, just... without anything behind the eyes. People who know Lip and/or care enough to pay attention to their responses will almost definitely notice that Lip isn't all there, but people who are unfamiliar and/or distracted by their own desires tend to take the facade at face value. The fact that Lip's instinct is to feign okayness and even arousal in situations where they feel unsafe has meant that sometimes, they stay in those unsafe situations longer than they need to. But at other times, it's kept those situations from escalating into something worse.

[kuriquinn]

Sex Ed [5/5]

Blanket Fic Disclaimer

Prompt: Rereading chapter 19 of Unplanned, and I sorta want a story about the aftermath of Sarada accidentally crushing a partner during her first time because she didn't get Sakura's advice. Specifically, I want Sasuke's reaction. Him being confused and not knowing whether to be angrily protective or sympathetic. I think that has the potential to be hilarious.- Anon

Author’s Note: I had to change the injury a bit, and I didn’t get all of your prompt in this chapter, but if you’ve read the previous ones, parts of your request were in there too. There were a surprising amount of people who wanted to see Sarada’s sex mishaps, so I tried to get everyone’s request somewhere in the fic. I hope this (and the previous chapters) has been to your liking :)

Warning: In this universe, Sarada is bisexual, and her parents are very supportive of her, thank you very much.

First Chapter

“Are you going out?”

Sasuke pauses in the act of slipping into his shoes and glances up at Sakura, wandering down the hallway and buttoning her tunic the rest of the way up. “Yes. One of the officers at the police station says he found some of my family’s old files. He wanted to know if I wanted the hard copies.”

“Well that was nice of him. What are they, old case files?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, call me if you need anything,” she tells him, and as usual there’s the implicit reminder that if it’s too hard for him to do on his own, she’ll be there in an instant. He nods, grateful, but doesn’t take her up on it.

“Since Sarada’s apartment is along the way, would you take her that basket of vegetables in the kitchen?” Sakura asks as she shrugs into her coat. “It’s all fresh from the garden. And you know what those girls are like. Leave them alone long enough, and they’ll live off of cup ramen and poki. I’d take it myself, but I’m already late, thanks to a certain someone.”

“You weren’t complaining an hour ago,” he answers mildly, but heads to the kitchen anyhow.

“I wasn’t late an hour ago,” Sakura replies, straining up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, if there are no world-ending crises.”

“Hm.”

They leave the house together and part ways on the street, Sakura heading to the hospital and Sasuke to the police station.

It’s been quieter around the house since Sarada moved out, even if she was never a really loud child to begin with. Barring her rough teenage years and occasional temper, she was rather like Sasuke as a teenager, but a lot less prone to vengeance fuelled vendettas. Sasuke misses having her around, even though she lives within walking distance.

It’s not exactly common place for young people to move in with roommates in the village (at least it wasn’t when he was younger; most people lived at home with their parents until they got married), and as much as he disliked the notion when Sarada brought it up, he has to admit that her having her own place has made their relationship better.

Much as she is the light of his life, there are certain aspects of their life together he doesn’t miss.

Such as dealing with awkward situations or information that a father should not be privy to when it comes to his daughter. He doesn’t have to worry about her safety, because Chōchō and Wasabi are just as brash and protective of Sarada as he is. And she hasn’t had another boyfriend in a year, which is also a relief.

None of them are good enough for her anyway, and if she intends to be Hokage, she shouldn’t have more distractions than necessary. She’s already going to have to work harder than before because Naruto is still a bit ticked off about his son’s broken penis. He and Sasuke have come to literal blows about the whole matter, considering Boruto was just as involved in causing that injury as Sarada was.

Eventually the dobe will get his head out of his ass about the whole thing; maybe if he spent more time at home with his family his kid would have known how not to get injured during sex.

As for Sasuke, without Sarada living at home, he and Sakura can have sex again whenever they want instead of waiting for their daughter to be away on a mission or at a friend’s house. He’d be lying if he hasn’t been waiting twenty years for a return to that status quo at least.

Logically speaking, there’s no downside to the arrangement.

When he reaches the apartment, he dutifully knocks and waits for a response; as far as he knows, Sarada isn’t scheduled for any missions this week so she should be home. Which is why he frowns when he doesn’t get a response.

Glancing at the basket in his hands, he considers for a moment just leaving it outside the door, but discards it a moment later. Any co-tenant or stray animal can get to it here, and he doesn’t like the idea of Sarada living off ramen any more than her mother does.

Naruto has had way too much influence on his daughter.

I’ll go through the window and put it in the kitchen, he decides, knowing this course of action won’t take but a minute.

It seems the most simple idea, and it’s nothing to slip into the kitchen and place the basket on the table. He considers leaving a note for a moment, and then—

“Oh, yes! Right there!”

Sasuke feels a chill like ice creep down his spine at his daughter’s voice echoing from the living room.

No. No, for fucks sake, this cannot be happening. No. Not again.

In a panic, he seeks an easy exit, at the same time castigating himself for such an amateur mistake. This isn’t a covert mission to steal documents, it’s a visit to his daughter’s place of residence. He should have called ahead. And knocked. And announced his presence.

Possibly with a bullhorn.

He’s about to make his escape, when the relative silence is broken by a familiar crack, followed by a girl’s sharp yell of pain.

“Wasabi?” Sarada cries a moment later. “Wasabi, are you alright?!”

“My hips…they…ow!” the other girl gasps. “And I can’t…can’t feel my legs. Ah, stop moving!”

“I’ll fix it, just let me get out from under—”

“No—ow! Don’t move—”

“I can’t help you when I’m lying on my back, just let me—”

“DON’T MOVE, IT HURTS!”

There’s a sharp, panting gasp of someone trying to breath through the pain.

Broken pelvis, Sasuke decides, wincing out of empathy. He’s had that particular injury before, and from similar circumstances. Except, lucky for him, he was on the bottom and it was the work of a minute for Sakura to fix it.

Speaking of…

“If I don’t move, we’re both going to be stuck here!”

“Stop…talking…!” the other girl growls through the pain. “It’s making it worse.”

Sasuke sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Why? Why is it always me? Why is Sakura never on hand when Sarada gets herself into situations like this?

A mental image pops up of his wife furiously reminding him of her miserable nine-month-morning sickness and a ruined vagina.

Oh. Right.

Though, personally he doesn’t know what she’s complaining about (he has no issues with her vagina as it is), he can acknowledge that she went through the most difficult bit of bringing their daughter into the world. Perhaps this is the universe’s way of balancing karma or something.

He considers this and thinks he might have preferred to be the one to give birth. At least then it would have been over with in less than a day…

“Fuck…”

There’s utter silence in the next room.

“…Dad?” The word is timid and questioning, hope mingled with humiliation. “Are you there?”

Thunk!

Sasuke lets his head fall against the hallway wall in defeat.

“Yes. I was dropping off vegetable from your mother,” he says eventually. “Do you need help?”

Panicked silence, the sound of Sarada whispering and Wasabi snaps, “Yes we want his help!”

Well, at least this one has sense. If they don’t break up over this incident, maybe she can teach his daughter some. “Are you both…decent?”

“Sarada, if you don’t get your old man in here now, I will bite through your jugular and—!”

The rest of the diatribe is cut off like a record hauled off the turntable; there’s rustling sound and then Sarada squeaks, “Come in.”

Cautiously, Sasuke peeks around the doorway to assess the situation.

The girls are still in a tangle of limbs, but Wasabi is unconscious—Genjutsu. Hmph. Well, at least she’s learned something—and a heavy burden draped across Sarada’s (mercifully hidden) body. His daughter has somehow managed to arrange a quilt and a discarded shirt to cover any flesh that he doesn’t want to see, but she’s still trapped underneath her—

Roommate? Girlfriend? Partner?

If he thinks about questions like that, he doesn’t have to focus too much on yet another embarrassing situation.

“We’ll move her carefully so as not to do any further damage,” Sasuke tells Sarada; decades of marriage to Sakura have taught him enough about fractures to be wary. Then he adds conversationally, “Have you considered becoming a monk?”

She scowls at him, blowing a lock of Wasabi’s hair out of her face. “Monks don’t have sex.”

“Exactly. And they lead perfectly fulfilling lives and don’t injure anyone.”

“Or you could tell me how you and mom have managed.”

“No,” Sasuke says immediately. That is a conversation for her and your mother, one which he doesn’t want to know if it ever happens or not. That is where he draws the line.

Yes, he gets the irony in that, considering he’s trying to carefully move his daughter’s – paramour? Lover?— off of said daughter without injuring her spine or any internal organs. But really, at this point, enough is enough.

“If I had my time back, I’d have insisted your mother train you in medical ninjutsu,” he tells her. “Clearly learning better chakra control would have benefitted you more than wielding a sword.”

“Very funny,” Sarada grumbles, tugging the quilt across her torso a little tighter as Sasuke starts to move the other woman off her. “I could always just date someone invulnerable. Then it wouldn’t be a problem.” She thinks about this for a moment, and then her face brightens in speculation. “Come to think of it, Mitsuki—”

“No,” Sasuke cuts her off, shifting the other girl enough that Sarada can get out and closing his eyes tight. “Now get dressed and help me stabilize her so we can get to the hospital.”

He hears her moving around the living room, grabbing articles of clothing; a second later, he senses her presence right beside him and then feels a quick peck on his temple.

“Thanks for rescuing me again, Dad,” she tells him solemnly, and then flounces from the room.

Sasuke just sighs.

It’s not easy being the ‘dad’…

終わり

Phew! Well, that’s officially the longest thing I’ve written in a long time. And it was a lot of fun. I hope everyone liked it ^_^ I’m exhausted now, though, so I probably won’t have it all edited nicely and on ao3/ffnet until next week. Think I’m gonna rest my brain a few days.

Thanks for reading, guys!

クリ

[twinkle-with-stars]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. ❣️

What are your thoughts on 8th house stellium synastry (sun, moon and venus)?

Hey🌸

I'm good and you?

8th house stellium in synastry

Sun in 8th house- here, the bright luminary has entered the house of deep and dark things. Sun belongs up in the sky but it also goes down when the night comes up this when the sun meets the themes of 8th house. Here both people bring the intensity out of the other whether good or bad. The sun usually finds 8th house person pretty bright, happy, powerful, intimidating, arrogant and selfish while the 8th house person finds the sun emotional, deep, secretive, passionate, liar, hypocrite. these two are super protective of each other, ego clashes are possible both the parties are in a run to assert their power over the other and the relationship. These two get really competitive together.

Moon in 8th house- here the emotions run deep really deep , the moon person here embraces their own truamas and allow the 8th house person to heal them while the 8th house person feels cared for here. The house person respects the moon and adimers them too. Hence, the house person might take advices from the moon person about their investments, taxes, or other financial aspects. Where the house person's opinion on moon person's emotions and emotional connections matters alot. While these two might criticise eachother's investment choices alot. Might even make it a personal mission/competition to beat the other in monetary department.

Venus in 8th- the house person here becomes a comfort zone, a place where venus hides when the dark approaches, therefore the Venus person admires, cares and loves the house person venus see them as a symbol of strength the big secret keeper, while the house person feels a deep emotional connection with the Venus person, the House person sees venus as delicate, fragile, feminine and bright thus feeling a need to understand and harmonize with the venus person, which in return arises a feeling of belonging in the venus person, that overall calms venus down since they know that if not the world then the house person will listen to them and understand too. They might increase eachother's assets too.

Romantic take on stellium- if this synastry is specifically romantic then, these two people feel immense attraction towards each other, a magnetic pull that is hard to define, they'll also get a feeling that "they shouldn't feel this way,for the other person". Gift giving can be a love language here. They experience deep emotions ignited by the other, the effect will be soo strong that they either become the best lovers or the worst enemies. They tease eachother alot, the teasing is even sexually arousing. They don't have sex they make love, intense love. Many people find it unbearable because of the strong themes and emotions here, but if the people involved are mature enough to handle it then you'll have a connection like no other which has the potential to last till you last.

personal observation and experience- If the water signs are in the mix then these two people might even develop a telepathic connection, the type where, one senses the emotions of the other without even saying anything or saying the same thing at the same time, secretly being jealous of eachother, feeling a need to show the other how good you are, or how many achievements you got, getting serious on petty topics and laughing off together the most serious traumas. Healing each other and feeling the most comfortable around eachother knowing the deepest version of the other.🌸

Hope you like it!💫

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Splintered | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is a smut adjacent piece of fluff and I hope you enjoy :)

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A splintering, cracking sound erupted from somewhere behind you, pulling you out of your second orgasm. The creaky groan of wood being crushed was loud in your ears, only interrupted by Bucky's husky voice muttering "Shit, shit, shit". His arms quickly slid under your back and pulled you up against his chest, moving you out of the way of the debris.

When you finally got a look at what had caused the sound, you couldn't stifle your laughter. There, in the middle of your headboard, was a deep crater- the exact size of Bucky's vibranium hand. Deep cracks ran down the piece of furniture, almost severing it in two. Low moans and cracks continued to escape from the wood as it settled into its new, fragmented state.

"Oh my god," your rasped, breathless from laughter, "damn, you know the sex is good when he crushes your headboard..." Bucky's cheeks tinged pink and he raked a hand through his hair as he moved to inspect the damage closer. "Oh, fuck- yeah, this thing is wrecked," his words colored with a mix of disbelief and guilt, "I'm sorry, baby". Bucky was sweet, but you didn't need an apology. The fact that he actually broke your bed because he couldn't contain his almost-feral lust for you made you want him that much more.

"Buck, don't worry about it...it's hot," you whispered as you made your way toward him, "come on, lets break it a little more..." A deep laugh rolled out of his chest as he wasted no time sweeping you into his arms and throwing you back into the dilapidated bed. Just as Bucky pounced on you, a thundering creak exploded from the wood, stopping him in his tracks. "Woah, um this is a bad idea...sex on the floor?" he asked.

"Sex on the floor!" you cheered, letting Bucky scoop you up and take you right there on the bedroom rug. Neither of you lasted long, full of the adrenaline and excitement caused by Bucky's destruction, and you eventually fell asleep on his chest- like you did every night.

The next morning, you woke under your favorite quilt with a pillow under your head. Of course Bucky had made sure you’d be comfortable, he was always doing little things like this for you. You smiled at your sleeping super soldier, your heart overflowing with adoration. He must've felt you staring, his serum-enhanced senses working over time even as he slept. "Morning, baby..." he murmured as he wove his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. A sigh of approval fell lazily from your lips as you listened to his heartbeat, “Morning, Buck",

A comfortable, cozy silence wrapped around the two of you like a blanket, keeping you warm and safe. Bucky’s mind wandered to the previous night- the way he felt like he’d die if he didn’t bury himself deep enough inside you, the overwhelming, desperate need to connect with you. He’d been unaware of his strength as he grabbed the headboard, thinking only of how he could get closer to you. He felt bad for breaking your bed, but couldn’t stop smiling at the thought.

Eventually, Bucky spoke up, "we should probably go get you a new bed today- don't want you getting splinters". You nodded against his chest and let a laugh escape your lips, still in disbelief that he had actually broken your fucking bed. The thought alone made you want to jump his bones but you resisted the urge, knowing that you'd have to break in your new bed somehow...

The two of you got dressed and headed out in search of a bed with more resilience than the sad, broken one that Bucky had carried out to the dumpster. Together, you roamed the showroom floor of the furniture store near your apartment, observing all your options- until a salesman stepped in to help.

"Hi, there," he chirped, "what are we looking for today?" A sly smile crept across Bucky's face and he snaked a hand around your waist, letting his fingers dig into your flesh in the way he knew you liked. "We need a new bed", Bucky told him, gripping you just a bit harder as he spoke. Your cheeks took on a pink hue and you had to flick your eyes away from the salesman or you would've died of embarrassment right then and there.

"Great," the man said, "did you have anything in mind?" Bucky shot you a knowing look and waited for you to admit to this stranger that you needed something strong enough to withstand the untamed lust of a super soldier, but you couldn't find the words. His trademarked cocky smirk made an appearance as he answered the man’s question. "We're in need some something...sturdy", Bucky said darkly. The salesman cleared his throat and gestured to a bed a few feet away, clearly uncomfortable with Bucky's insinuation. "That one...it's acacia and steel. Very strong...it um, won't budge. Let me know if you have questions," He murmured before practically running away.

Bucky's booming laughter filled the store and you gave him a playful punch to the chest. "Way to keep it subtle, Barnes", you teased. He rolled his eyes at you and grabbed the wrist that attempted to deliver another light punch, "hey, you're lucky I didn't say 'we need a new bed because I fucked my girlfriend so hard I crushed her other one'". Your head fell against his chest and you let out an exasperated sigh, "What am I gonna do with you, Barnes?" His lips found the shell of your ear and he lowered his voice, making it deep, rich whisper, “I've got a few ideas...”

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Bunny Dance

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, established relationship au

word count: 5k   | reading time: 30 min

summary: You really didn't think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets- betting a sexy performance to each other because it was funny. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease. And being very serious about it. This is definitely going to end the way you think it is. 

warnings: softdom!kook, sub!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, swearing, sexy dance moves (jungkook dancing is a warning on its own!), domestic uwu,  it’s super dorky in the beggining and super intense later

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You heard the door shut, so you assumed your boyfriend was home, and then not two seconds later he burst into your bedroom, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked hastily. You were just lying in bed, scrolling on your phone, you thought that was pretty obvious.

"What am I doing?" you murmured, confused.

"You should be undressing right now!" Jungkook exclaimed, and suddenly loud music was coming from god knows where. But not just any music. It was "You can leave your hat on" by Joe Cocker.

"Excuse me?" you shrieked, throwing your phone away and sitting up to stare at him.

Your boyfriend smirked, swaying his hips and shoulders to the rhythm. "You heard me. You owe me a striptease."

Oh, now he had got to be joking. "Do not!" you argued.

"Yes, you do! Don't try to get out of it, sweetheart. You lost the bet and you know what that means."

Your mouth dropped open and you tried your best to look shocked or mad, but it was getting really hard to keep a straight face when Jungkook was doing one of the silliest dances in front of you. You don't think you had ever seen him this excited before. Pushing the covers away and getting on your feet, you fought through the blush creeping on your cheeks by looking away from his stare and shaking your head in disbelief.

"That was just a joke!"

But Jungkook raised a finger in protest. "No! No way! We shook hands on it, baby! You agreed that if I could shower faster than you, you'd give me a striptease. And I was faster–"

"I didn't actually think–"

"–by a full minute–"

"–that you would do it!"

"–and 43 seconds, baby!" Jungkook kept talking over you. "We made a bet!"

"Yeah, but that was only 'cause you always take an hour in there and we had to hurry!"

He shook his head dramatically. "I don't care! It was a bet!"

"And you have short hair so it's normal that you–"

"Nah, nah, I don't care, baby!" Jungkook interrupted you, moving closer and trying to grab your shirt. "You shouldn't have made the bet if you didn't want to."

You quickly smacked his hands away from you. "You!" You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You lost a bet the other week, but I didn't make you do anything!"

The boy just grinned at you with his teeth in full display, shrugging his shoulders. "Not my fault. You should have asked for your prize if you wanted to."

"Oh!" you laughed. "Then you own me a lap dance, too!"

Jungkook started taking his jacket off, and for a second you thought he got right into it. But he was just laughing at you. "No.…  You can't just do that now. I asked for my striptease." He threw his jacket on the ground and started moving closer to you again, the action seeming way more sexual than it was just because of the music still ringing in the background. You stretched your arms out to make sure you keep a distance while backing up.

"Yeah, but my bet came first. So your lap dance should come first," you tried to use reason in a completely unreasonable situation. When the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, you jumped on it and stood up, towering over the man that usually was the one on top. You chuckled. Seeing his excited face was amusing all on its own, but the height difference really added to it.  

Jungkook hugged your legs so that you wouldn't move farther away from him, gaining a short, high pitch shriek from you. "You're only asking for that because I asked first. It's not fair."

"What's not fair is you trying to get a sexy show out of me when you have deprived me of mine!" you chuckled, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

"You never asked!" Jungkook insisted, strengthening his grip when he felt you trying to get away.

"I'm asking right now!" you called out, almost falling on him entirely.

Jungkook stared at you through his lashes for a couple of seconds, and then, with a quick shift and a yelp from you, swooped your legs up and let your back crush on the mattress. Within a moment, he had caged you underneath him.

"Alright then," he talked slowly, with a low tone and his voice huskier. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as his eyes ran over your body under him. "I'll give you your lap dance. But you have to give me my striptease first."

You wanted to laugh, just like you had been doing all this time, but your boyfriend's gaze on you made you choke. You would never get used to that, apparently. Finally finding the strength to make your arms work again, you pushed on his chest, trying to get him off.

"I don't even know how to do that..."

"Sure you do. You just take your clothes off, that simple," Jungkook smirked. "Now, stop acting like a child, and let me see your boobs!"

"Oh, I'm acting like a child? Do you even listen to yourself?" But instead of answering, Jungkook just pouted at you. Dirty way to play the game– he knew you could never resist that pout. "Alright," you sighed. "But on one condition: I choose the song I strip to!"

Jungkook immediately pulled away, getting up and freeing you from his strong body. "No, no deal," he rejected. "You're going to choose a stupid one like- like that Lazy Town song!" Your mouth flew right open. And Jungkook's did too. "Oh my god, you were going to choose that, weren't you?"

You screamed out laughing then. "We are number one!" you cackled. You couldn't even hear your boyfriend's repeated displays of utter despair and refusal over your awe of how in sync you had been.

Eventually, you calmed down and looked at him. He was still pouting, this time with some puppy eyes thrown in the mix. You got up and wrapped your arms around his slim waist.

"Okay, okay... You choose any song you like, but I can't promise I'll be serious about it," you said and Jungkook glowed up with excitement again. "But it can't be this one, turn this off, please." And he did, right away, turning the famous striptease song off, that had either been playing on repeat by now or was just a lot longer than you remembered.

He started looking through his song library, humming a reaction to every song he had saved under his sex playlist. He looked so enthusiastic but also casual about it, you wondered how many times he had done this before. The thought alone maybe you cower in your own clothes, twisting the hem of your shirt nervously. What if he was used to getting stuff like these from his previous girlfriends and you let him down? Because you had definitely not done this before.

You cleared your throat yet still didn't get his attention. "So... Do- do I change? Into something, you know, else? Or..." you mumbled under your breath.

Jungkook shook his head without taking his eyes off his phone screen. "No, you're fine."

You looked down at yourself. "But... I'm just in my pajamas."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook hummed, still not looking at you.

You cleared your throat again. "Shouldn't I be wearing something sexier?" you gulped.

Finally, he looked at you. His eyes ran over your body quickly before a smirk appeared on his lips. "You look sexy, baby. Plus, it's not about what you're wearing but about what you're not!" He winked at you and went back to searching for a song.

You felt your cheeks flare up at his words and dared to take a few steps closer to him, feeling more comfortable. "You seem to know a lot about this, Kookie," you said raising your eyebrows and he gifted you a glance to check your expression.

He sighed with a smile. "I don't, but I can't wait to find out tonight, baby. What do you think about Or Nah?"

You scrunched your nose. "Oh, no. Absolutely not."

"Rihanna's Needed me?"

You cocked your head to the side, thinking about it. "I guess?"

But Jungkook gasped. "Oh, I know! Earned it. By the Weeknd." You opened your mouth but before you could say anything, Jungkook hushed you. "I know you love this one, come on, baby." He hit play and dropped the phone away, placing both of his hands on your waist, his palms oddly warm on you even over the clothes. "Let me see your body move to this."

You pulled away, still not feeling entirely ready for this, but just the way your boyfriend was looking at you was enough to get you moving. Your fingers found the top button of your pajama shirt and lingered there. The boy in front of you moved to take a seat on your bed, staring at your eyes with his wide and awaiting ones. You didn't understand why he wanted this, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but you still unbuttoned that first button.

Jungkook took a breath, his eyes falling to your hands on your chest. You unbuttoned another one. You weren't wearing a bra –because who does that inside the house?– and now that was becoming apparent to your boyfriend, too.

"I- I don't know what to do..." You mumbled to excuse the way you were just standing there, in front of him, undoing your shirt with an unknown nervousness.

"Hmm..." Jungkook growled in the back of his throat, a sound that made your stomach flip. A sound that meant he was enjoying his show, even if you didn't understand how or why. "Just do what you want, baby," he told you.

The song seemed to be moving so fast, you thought you wouldn't be able to undress before it was over. So you just ripped the rest of the buttons open. And Jungkook took a sharp breath in as your stomach was revealed to him, up until your round tummy under your bellybutton. His reactions, his hungry eyes, the noises he was trying not to make... it all helped you be more confident. Your breasts were still concealed behind the fabric, and before revealing them, you decided to turn around. Your back facing him. And then you slowly let the silk clothing slip from your shoulders.

"Oh, baby..." Jungkook inhaled through his teeth when he realized you were teasing him. Seconds ago you were a shy, awkward mess who didn't want to do this, and now you were giving him a seductive, piercing gaze over your shoulder as your back was getting bare inch by inch. You let the shirt fall completely to the ground. "Turn around, sweetheart," Jungkook said in a raspy voice, which only made you giggle.

Instead of listening to him, you let your head drop back. Back until your hair was falling over your shoulder blades and his eyes could almost see more than your neck. You raked your fingers through your hair, moving it around in what you hoped was a lustful way before you let your hands travel down your body. You felt your breasts, your stomach, your waist, your love handles… You touched all of you the way Jungkook only did. Your fingers slid under your pants and you started pulling them down, slowly, while moving your hips to the rhythm.

Jungkook groaned your name, getting deliciously frustrated. He could see your underwear, some plain black cotton panties covering up half of your ass, and it felt like such an achievement. The moment your pants hit the floor, you stepped out of them and turned a little to the side, allowing him the view of your side profile, the swell of your breast, the bump of your ass.

But the song started fading away and you quickly covered yourself with your arms, turning away from him again.

"Oh, it's over!" you called.

"No!" Jungkook jumped up. "No, no, c'mon. That was such a short song, no, you have to finish!" he objected, again and again.

You shook your head and laughed. "Oh, it's not my fault you chose a short song." The music had moved on to the next sexy song, but you just stayed still.

"Baby, you need to finish," your boyfriend said in the most demanding voice he could muster at that moment, but you were unmoved. You glanced at him over your shoulder- he was pouting, with his eyebrows frowned and his chest swelling. You had to bite your lip. He looked so hot. You let your eyes drop lower, and lower, until they reached his crotch.

"I can't believe that worked..." you mumbled at the sight of a very hard Jungkook, straining through his grey sweatpants. You had barely done anything and yet your boyfriend looked ready to risk it all for you. It astonished you, truly, how easily this boy got turned on by you. He must truly love you, you thought.

"Baby..." he started to say.

"It's my turn now!" you informed him and quickly bent down to grab your shirt. However, Jungkook had different plans.

"Oh, hell no!" he exclaimed as he jumped from the bed, grabbing your body from behind and immobilizing you. "If you're not going to at least finish getting undressed for me, baby, you're not allowed to put anything on."

"Jungkook!" you whined.

The boy just buried his nose behind your ear and planted a soft kiss on your neck. "I'm not taking no for an answer," he whispered in your ear. "If you want me to give you a lap dance, my condition is you stay exactly the way you are right now."

Defeated, you dropped your arms from your breasts and stood straight up again, pressing on his body more while doing so. Feeling just what you had caused down there, flushed on your lower back. A moan was caught on your throat.

"Alright," you whispered back. "Do I choose the song?"

You heard Jungkook sniff your hair before he gave you another kiss on the back of your neck and pulled away. "Sure. Choose whatever you want." It was said in a warm whisper. Then he walked out of the room. You frowned at the open door for a second, wondering where he was going.

You took his phone in your hands, pausing the random song and thinking what you're going to put on for your price. Low-key wanted to just go for the obvious choice: Pony by Ginuwine. If Jungkook was even slightly aware of the famous dance from Magic Mike, you would definitely want to see him do it. But then again, you thought, you wanted something with a slower beat. Get him to go slow so you can savor every second of it. Is there a song like this that also happens to last, say, 10 minutes?

Your boyfriend walked back in with a chair in his hold. "What's this?" you asked.

"If I'm giving you a lap dance, I'm doing it the right way," he explained as he planted that chair in the middle of the room. He looked at you, eyes glistening, glancing at your exposed chest and back at your flustered face. "Did you choose?"

You felt frozen for a moment, paralyzed at the sight of your way too confident and ready-for-this boyfriend. Exactly what was he planning to do? "Uh... Yeah," you said, and you looked at the screen, looking at the first song that was on it. "All Mine, PLAZA." Sure, that's good enough.

Jungkook nodded. He walked to you and took the phone from your hands. "Sit," he ordered.

Without waiting to be told twice, you slid on that chair, holding your hands over your well pressed together lap. You stared at Jungkook examining his phone from the corner of your eye and you gulped. He pushed his hair back with one hand and pressed play with the other. His eyes were immediately on you.

Jungkook dragged his feet through the floor until he was in front of you, grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt and lifting it to reveal half of his torso in a quick tease. He swayed to the music some more, giving you a couple more choreographed moves before he dropped down to a handstand at the first sound of the lyrics. His hands on the floor, as he came down slowly to grind on it, and then thrust a couple of times powerfully. He twisted and slid on the tiles, grabbing the legs of your chair to lift himself, crotch first, until he was towering over your seated form. His eyes found yours and you couldn't help but feel your whole face burn, a moan, or perhaps a prayer of his name, threatening to escape your lungs.

He straddled your lap and you suddenly didn't know what to do with your hands. As if reading your mind, Jungkook grabbed them, intertwining your fingers fast and pushing your hands behind your head, while he started grinding on you. A shaky breath left from your parted lips as his grinds became more aggressive right before he released you and got up. He walked behind you until you couldn't see him. But then you felt him, his hands traveling down your sides, his breath hitting your ear. Suddenly, you yelped as you felt like you were falling backward, and grabbed onto his arms for protection. But Jungkook was the one who pushed your chair back, just like he pushed it back down as he jumped in front of you again, using your hands to pull you close to his body. He grabbed your jaw and brought it close to his, his lips only a breath away from your own, as the rest of his body slowly moved farther away.

With the chorus dropping, Jungkook held the back of your head while he thrust up in the air, his crotch coming dangerously close to your face. And just as fast, he was gone again. You whined as you saw him perform for you from a distance that offered no physical contact. His hands danced under his shirt, riding it up, until it was caught on his head and forcefully thrown across the room. You drooled over your boyfriend's body, over the way his muscles moved along with him. No matter how many times you saw him, you would never get used to this view. That, you could promise.

Your boyfriend got on his knees, crawling fiercely to you. His hands landed on your legs and, without missing a beat, he forced them open.

"Jungkook," you called, but he wouldn't listen. He buried his face right into your center. You moaned loudly as he ground his face on you a couple of times, and then moved higher. His back arched and your hand in his, Jungkook guided you to feel him up, run your fingers down his abs, grab the hem of his sweats, and pull down to reveal the beginning of his pubes. You called him again, but he didn't stop.

He was gone again. Moving to the rhythm of the song you had chosen, his eyes always on your own, his intentions always feral. He was truly giving you the worst he had to offer, in the best way possible. And you couldn't understand how you were the one who asked for this. Or, better yet, how you hadn't asked for this earlier.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you couldn't even register everything that was happening. He was there, then he wasn't. Jungkook's hands were on you again, playing with your hair, making you beg. Beg for something not even you were sure what it was. He was grinding on you and thrusting in the small space between you, and all you could do was stare. Until he grabbed both of your arms and pulled you to your feet.

You were terrified, your legs could barely work by then, but Jungkook held you by the waist and moved his hips on yours, making sure you could feel just how hard he was for you. His hands traveled south until he grabbed your ass, squeezing it, and then he pushed.

You gasped as he made you jump, wrapping arms and legs around his body. His face was all over your breasts, grinding and licking. You felt something cold touch your back and you squealed. You were being pressed against the mirror.

"God, Jungkook," you gasped, as he adjusted himself to be able to thrust on you in beat with the song. Your head fell back, your eyes literally rolling up until all you saw was darkness, an animalistic growl roaring out of you. "Oh my god, Jungkook, please just fuck me already!"

You heard a groan, and immediately your back was being released from the mirror and meeting the floor instead, one hand protecting the back of your head from the abrupt collision. Then your wrists were pinned over you, then one leg was pushed up until your knee hit your chest while the other made room for him to grind his dick right on your clothed clit.

"I'd be fucking you already if you had finished getting undressed..."

Your wrists strained against his hold in a pitiful way. "Please..." you begged, and he stopped moving. His eyes examined your burning face with a smirk.

"You enjoying the show?" he asked, out of breath, realizing the song was coming to an end. He lowered his face in your neck and started sucking and biting down on it. 

"Hmm, please..." you murmured again as if it was the only thing you knew how to say, and you raised your hips to grind on him, already addicted to the feeling.

"You gonna take those panties off for me now?" you heard his voice come muffled between the kisses on your collarbone. As a response, you ground harder on him, and Jungkook suddenly pulled away. He looked at you, growled, and grabbed your black panties from the sides. Moving away from your legs, he pulled them down until he could throw them away completely.

"C'mere, babe," he mumbled to himself as he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you suddenly with force until your naked pussy was flashed against his crotch. Slowly, he moved over you, his hard dick inside his sweatpants poking at your clit on purpose with the most agonizing pace, as he hummed and moaned, watching your desperate form squirm, your unfocused eyes water, your open mouth, your burning skin... Stalling as if he had all the time in the world. "Did you like it, baby? My dance?" he asked and all you could do was moan in response. This wasn't the time to make small talk.

Your nails dug in his bare back. "Please, Kookie... I need you."

"I know you do, baby." Jungkook pulled his hips away and looked down. There was a dark grey stain right on the tip of his dick from your juices. "Fuck..." he groaned. "You're so wet for me, baby." So wet he didn't have to do anything to prep you. You were literally oozing out your want for him to fill you up. With his right hand, he pushed his pants down until he was able to pull out his dick. He wasn't wearing any underwear, had taken it off when he was gone to get the chair.

Jungkook grabbed the side of your neck with one hand, almost half choking you, while he pumped himself a couple of times with the other. He brought the tip to your folds, moving it up and down to coat himself in your wetness, to grind on your clit one more time and gain another moan from your pretty lips, to torture you a for little longer.

"You want me to fuck you raw, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" you exclaimed, anguished. "Just fuck me already!"

He pressed his thump on your neck a bit more, while clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Such a desperate little slut, aren't you? Careful," he warned.

Finally, he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed inside of you slowly.

"Ohh... Fuck!" you moaned, your nails marking him even further as your head fell back. His hand released your throat to grab your breast and squeeze hard as he started moving. He pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way back in until he bottomed. He ground in there a couple of times, nudging your cervix softly, then pulled all the way back out.

"Faster, Kookie" you whined.

Jungkook stopped. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. "You don't get to give orders here," he told you. And gave you a hard thrust that made you scream. "I do what I want, yeah?" Another hard thrust.

"Oh! Ohh, yes..."

"If I wanna fuck you hard and slow, that's what I'll do," he added, but in contrast to his words, he started picking up the pace. He buried his face in your neck, his warm, quick breaths tickling your sensitive skin. You moved your hands to his hair and started pulling. His pace kept getting faster and his moans sounded like he was already about to cum, but he didn't falter at all. Your mouth found access to the top of his ear and you bit down on it.

"Shit!" Jungkook exclaimed and pulled away, hovering over your face and staring at you. "Babe..." He mumbled, grabbing the back of your knees and pushing toward your chest. When he thrust inside of you again, you could feel him so much deeper than before.

"Oh my god, Kook," you moaned, trying to move along with him to better hit the part inside you you most needed.

"I- I can feel it," he mumbled, biting his lip and rolling his hips inside of you, instead of pulling out and thrusting back in.

"Ah, yes, baby! Right there, make me come," you asked. Ready to please, Jungkook pushed two fingers inside your mouth for you to wet them, then pressed them on your clit, rubbing slow circles.

"Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning down and smirking at you.

You nodded deliriously. "More," you rasped.

With a groan, Jungkook made his thrusts quick and hard, his whole hand pressing down over your clit so much that he could feel himself inside you. He growled at the feeling -at the idea- of him being so deep.

He gave you a little kiss. "Is that enough, baby?"

You had to put so much effort into keeping your eyes on his. "Ah, yes! So good! Baby, you're so good." Your boyfriend smiled at the praise and kissed you again, more deeply. He pushed his tongue against yours aggressively in the exact way he knew you liked, trying to get you to cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were getting so close you had absolutely zero control over your own body.

"Are you about to cum, love?" Jungkook pulled away to ask. "Sh- fuck! I can feel it. Cum- cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

The moment you opened your eyes, and you saw how your boyfriend's dark, blown, dangerous eyes were staring at you as if you were the most gorgeous being in the world, expecting to get an orgasm out of you, that was the moment you peaked. And you screamed his name but were silenced by him kissing you to amplify your pleasure. Jungkook picked up his pace, fucking you hard through your high until he couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled out and immediately came all over your tummy.

Your boyfriend fell next to you, facing the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. You turned your head just enough to be able to see him through your peripheral vision because your body was absolutely incapable of doing anything more than that. He looked so beautiful, you noticed. His hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes shut closed and his nose scrunched up in an expression that seemed almost painful, yet you knew it was because of his orgasm. His Adam's apple bopping up and down every time he swallowed a breath whole.

"I love you so much," you admitted suddenly. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Jungkook chuckled. "Wow, so in sync. I was just thinking that about you." You smiled, flustered by his sweet words. His head turned to your side and he checked you out. "Give me a minute, baby, and I'll clean you up, yeah?" So he also couldn't move.

You bit your lip to stop you from giggling. "So no round two?"

His eyebrows shot up in his forehead. "Oh? Sure, yeah... Are you willing to get on top?"

You both chuckled. You felt like you could finally move your hand a bit, so you raised it to grab his. "You know, that was amazing. Your dancing."

"I liked it," he admitted.

"Honestly, you looked like you've been waiting for this your entire life," you laughed.

"I have, actually!" Jungkook interjected. He stretched slightly. "You definitely know from now on what we'll be betting on all our bets, right?"

You shook your head with a smile. "I could never be as good as you. Did you not see how awkward my striptease was?"

"What are you talking about, that shit was adorable and sexy as fuck!"

You laughed, covering your mouth. You moved closer to him, cuddling his side. "No, but... I definitely don't mind betting lap dances. I mean, I always win, anyway."

"If we end up fucking like that every time, I win even when I don't win!"

You chuckled and gave your boyfriend a small kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, yeah... Anything you say, bunny."