#tainted angel core

[dabislittlemouse]

♡¸.•*' thinking of dabi slowly realising what he feels about his angel is beyond possession or any dark twisted desire that he used to think of, it is a deep intense feeling that he’s never experienced before, something that frightens him to the core and makes his chest burn, and this time not from his quirk, he’s used to those kind of burns, he wishes it were those kind of burns, he can at least control them somehow, he can endure the physical burns.. but when the heart burns, that’s when he loses control, the only fire he is suddenly afraid of, and you are the fuel to it…

[hartmannyoukaigirl]

people who are batshit insane bipolar narcissists who happen to take an unfortunate interest in religion: yeah like I get told off by my entire family because I won't stfu about how they're all going to hell. I can't believe them. or when I tell my friend the same thing and they insult me or call me too religious like I am literally stating facts?? not my fault it's god's 🙄 can't believe they're following religion wrongly and not like My Holy Interpretation and way of practice

[heartfullofleeches]

snow angel so being used to always being cold and to the point of freezing then lava demon reader hugs them and they are finally warm for the first time (and they can’t tell if it’s because of readers heat or how much their heart is beating) - I can imagine them twirling their hair while asking for another hug (while their completely soaked- in more ways then one)

"Too... hot..."

So cold.... Their whole life, it's all they've ever known. A guiding hand for weary travelers in the harrowing storms brought on by winter's cruelty - stagnant now even as summer brings new life into the land. The earth at its feet wilts and hardens by the touch of its congealed shell. The angel would never know freedom from the icy prison of its own body no matter the change in season. It awaits the fall where others may join in its frozen hell.

"Hot....burning"

A hand graces the smooth surface of its featureless face. In its slumber, the angel notices little, but the light permeating its sealed eyes shines too bright to ignore. They open for the first time as the smoldering body before them envelopes them engulfs them in desperate embrace, and the heat steaming from their solid body. Never before had the angel seen the world so clearly - falling snow and caked layers of ice welding their face into smooth glass distorting their perception. Their savior peers down at them with eyes of molten gold that melt another layer of their self, created space in their frozen chest only their tainted gaze could fill. A demon... Who else to save them from hell than its own residence.

The angel reaches out to touch a leaking crack in the demon's horns; fingertips melting as the exposed magma solidifies beneath their touch. "Hello you...."

The demon huffs, breath as heated as its interior - nuzzling into the angel's melting core. "Cold..."

The angel chuckles, stroking the beast's horns as it accepts the embers of new love into its icy heart. "Yes... I have been called that before. If my coldness pleases you- you're welcome to stay in my arms for as long as you like."

It's not as though the demon had a choice.

[restless-mama]

Sing my name, my Angel.

AngelOC x Redacted. Inspired by 14 Days with you visual novel. Encouraged by a good few members of the discord server to write this. We talked about what if MC guessed Redacted's real name. MC is my Angel OC. Her/she pronounces are used. Anastasia belong to me and Ren/Redacted belongs to cutiesai @14dayswithyou. Minors DNI!

Oh how did she end up in such a predicament? Her pink sweater along with white skirt were ripped apart and discarded on the side of her bed. Her favorite lingerie set almost torn to shreds when Redacted removed them off roughly. She was left lying there, naked, only in her knee-high socks. Bite marks and bluish blackish bruises of hickies littered all over her delicate warm skin of her neck and shoulders. Yet, those were the only places that were tainted by him. They trailed down to her perky breasts. Some were even on her hips. 

A moan escaped her puffy lips which were slightly swollen from the rough kiss from earlier. A low chuckle could be heard down between Anastasia's spread legs as Redacted bites onto her right thigh. He pulls back slightly to admire the bite mark. His pierced lips pull upward into a devilish grin as he stares at his masterpiece. Anastasia suddenly feels his warm tongue and tongue piercing against the mark he made. A sharp inhale could be heard as he sucks hard against the tender flesh.  

“Fuck... Angel... You sound so fucking good...” The dark-haired man said lowly and huskily against her thigh. He pulls back slightly only to brush his pierced lips against her pussy lips. His cold fingers spread her lips apart. Sudden his tongue darts out and laps her cunt up to her sensitive clit. Anatasia could feel his wet tongue and piercing strokes her bud. The young librarian tosses her head back as her back arches. She wiggled her ass slightly until Redacted place his large hand on her hips, holding her in place with a firm grip. 

His cool thick fingers then ghost into her wet core, stroking her sensitive tight walls. A cry of pleasure could be heard from his girlfriend from above. Redacted’s tongue flicks frantically against her clit as he fingers stroke her g-spot. His teeth glazed slightly against her sensitive flesh.  

“Oh my God!” Anatasia whines out and continues to moan in her sweet voice. Her body shudders. The sounds she made were music to his ears. His hard cock twitches as precum leaks from the tip. The hacker smirks as he feels her muscle walls clenching tightly against his fingers. Her warm fluids start to drip down his digits as he works his magic against her sensitive spot. 

“Yeah... that’s right, babe. I’m your God now...” Redacted growls against her pussy. His lips wrap around her swollen clit and sucks hard, occasionally rolling his piercing against it. “I’m the only one that can make you feels this way...” 

Anatasia’s hand slips down and grabs a handful of her boyfriend’s black and pink hair, slightly pushing his head down. She desperately attempts to roll her against his fingers and mouth, despite his firm hold on her. Her green eyes look down at him only to meet the intense gaze of his beautiful blue eyes. Her face flushes in embarrassment but she couldn’t tear her own eyes away from his. 

“I’m going to cum! Please...!” She whined and begged, “Make me cum! Ahhh!”  

Her walls tighten hard around his fingers, gripping them like a vise as she cums. Warm fluids drip down his thick fingers, gathering on his palm and leaking down his forearm. Reacted continues to stroke his fingers against her g-spot as he suckles against her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Suddenly, Anatasia whimpers out his name. His real name. His blue eyes widen. Before he questions her, he lowers his mouth to his palm and laps up her sticky fluids, savoring her taste. He gently pulls his fingers out of her and sucks her essence off them. 

“How...?” Redacted asks her as he raises up and sits on his knees, towering over the petite woman. Anatasia pants to catch her breath but raised her eyebrow at him. Then she realizes she called him by his real name when she came. The name she so desperately wanted to know. The name she secretly went behind his back to find out. 

“I...” The brunette start to say, trying to explain herself. Her boyfriend then grabs her chin, leans down, and presses his lips roughly against hers. She parts her lips, allowing his tongue in as they kissed passionately. Her own taste still lingered on his tongue. As they kissed, his large hands spread her legs apart and then buries his large, pierced member into her in tight, wet cunt. A cry of pleasure from Anatasia was muffed by their kiss.  

Their kiss breaks and a string of saliva remains connected between their lips. Reacted wanted his name to come out from her lips and in her honeyed voice. He thrust inside hard roughly making his girlfriend cry out his name again. 

“Oh fuck.. Angel... Sing my name again!” Redacted groans as he begins to pound into her wet folds. Like a good girl, Anatasia obeys and cries out his name again and again like a prayer. It was a prayer him, to her God. He maintains his unrelenting pace, driving himself deep into her wet pussy with reach powerful stroke. His cock piercings rubbing against her sensitive walls driving her wild. Her wet juices flowed freely from her cunt and drips down his thick cock. 

“Just like that... Such a good girl... My good girl.” He growled. One of his hands then placed onto her shoulder while the other went to her hip, holding her body in place. Redacted begins to thrust into her in reckless abandonment, making her take every bit of him. Her walls tighten around him of how he referred her indicating that she enjoys his praising.  

“Oh fuck! Fuck!!!” Anatasia cries out along with his name. Her hands seek purchase and grab a hold of his back, dragging her pretty acrylic nails down his back. Redacted groans in pleasure as a surge shoot down his hard cock. He licks his lips as he sees the pleasure etched across her face.  

“Oh, shit I’m close! I’m going to cum!” The brunette whines and moans out as her body trembles in delight as she nears her orgasm. Reacted let’s go of her hips and moves his hand down her clit, strokes the sensitive bud. This earns another cry of his name that escapes out of Anatasia’s lips. She rolls her hips towards his hips as he thrusts into her, surpassingly meeting his merciless rhythm.  

“Ata girl...” Redacted growls under his breath while he rubs her clit as fucks her hard and fast. He drives himself deeper into her tight folds with each powerful thrust, “That’s it, Angel. Cum on my cock. Feel how much I own you...” 

Anatasia screams out his name in pure bliss as she cums. Her pussy convulses around Redacted’s cock. Her sticky fluids gushes around him and drips down his balls then onto the bed sheets. Her nails sink into the flesh on his back. The sensation of her gripping walls sends shivers down his spine. He fucks through her orgasm, seeking his own.  

Suddenly the hacker released a loud groan as he emptied his cum inside her swollen cunt, coating her insides with his semen, “Ahh fuck! Angel..!” 

The sounds of rapid breathing could be heard throughout the room as the two lovers attemp to catch their breath. Anatasia removes her hands off her boyfriend’s sweaty back and places one hand on his cheek. Redacted leans against her touch. She whispers his name softly. 

“I love you... Only you...” Anatasia reminds him. He could tell she meant every word by the tenderness and love in her green eyes. Redacted’s heart swells with emotion and places his hand on her hand. He brings it to his lips and kisses her palm. 

“I love you too, my Angel...” He slowly pulls out of her warm core and admires some of his cum leak out of her. His hands reach others to the nearby towel and wipe her clean before cleaning himself off. Anastasia couldn’t help but smile. She knew he always puts her before himself. Once Redacted was done, he tosses the towel aside and lays beside his Angel, pulling her into a loving embrace.  

“You remembered...” Redacted whispers as he buries his face into her neck. Anastasia smiles and strokes his hair. 

“It took me a while to remember since it's been so long ago, and my own trauma made me forget so much. I’m so sorry I forgot about you... I’m so sorry.” She apologizes, tearing up. Her boyfriend’s blue eyes widen and quickly brush her tears away. Redacted tightens his embrace around her, stroking her brown hair with his hand. “No, no. Angel. It’s okay... It’s not your fault... We’re together now. That’s all it matters.”  

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

DC

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

[deadmeat666]

TAINTED. korai hoshiumi smut drabble

warnings. angel! korai, amab! reader, corruption, teeny teeny bit religious themed, reader's pronouns not mentioned, his halo cracked and it's mostly your fault

a/n. i wanna get something out before i work on requests i hope you guys missed me mwahhhh. originally intended for korai, but imagine this with any characters as u wish.

korai's body jolted with every slam you gave him and his halo lit up every time you managed to rub up against his prostate— forcefully pulling out a whimper from his hoarsed throat.

glossy eyes, his views were curtained by a blurry surrounding of the bedroom. tears welled up even more causing a slight sting in his nose. amusing— how he let himself easily be surrendered to a mere mortal. his title of being an angel, a creature of light, was tainted by spilled, pitch black ink of desires. it seeped into the core of his faithful heart.

his elbows were on the brink of giving up and letting his body fall onto the soft sheet but you held him up with a rough grip around his neck, and an equally strong one on his waist. you didn't take this encounter for granted— for how you were about to-

*thud*

you trusted a tad bit more powerful than the few last ones and it resulted to korai accidentally hitting his head lightly against the headboard.

tiny pieces of his golden halo crumbled down and fell upon the bedsheet. cracked, by the sinful act of two individuals.

[marzmeltdown]

Show Me Your God

⌦ Pairing: Demon!Hyunjin x FEM!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut ⌦ Warning(s): pet names (hyunjin: ,, reader: angel,, princess,, darling,, ),, religious themes(??),, throat fucking,, rough sex,, hair pulling,, dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, praise,, minor fluff,, oral (m + f receiving),, edging,, spanking,, swearing,, overstimulation,, unprotected sex (be smart),, creamepie,, slight pinning,, choking,, fingering,, ⌦ Word count: 2.18k ⌦ Summary: You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not. Recently, however, your knees have been on the floor for a completely different, sinful reason. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Werewolf by Motionless in White truly was a great song to write this fic to. um,, this was written partly for my own delusions if I'm being 100% honest. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not.

It all started one night on your way home from your church's weekly nightly sermon. Though night sermons were typically held for those who could not make it to regular church services or for those who needed a warm place to stay for a few hours to combat the cold winters that swept through town, you always showed up.

He seemed to take pleasure in testing your faith each night since then; it was as if the devil himself sent the man to come and taint your once pure mind. He reached places you never knew were possible and put you in positions you were sure you would have never been able to do yourself.

But tonight. Tonight was different.

You couldn't shake the feeling that he had something sinister going on in that devilish mind of his. He was rough, messy, and held a cocky grin each time that cross necklace that never left your neck glistened in the light.

He took full pleasure in forcing gags from your throat with just his cock alone; the way you looked beneath him was truly a work of art. His hand gripped your hair at the root as his hips thrust into your face with such force that you were sure you'd have bruises around your mouth by the morning.

"You look so good like this, angel; on your knees for me with my cock down your throat," Hyunjin said, wrapping your hair around his hand in attempts to pull you closer to him. You whimpered in response to his praise, and the vibrations from your whimper shot up the demon's spine, causing his head to lull back in pleasure.

Your throat felt raw from how long his cock was being shoved down your throat. The only sounds coming from your mouth were the lewd sounds of your spit being churned in your mouth, and the gags being forced out of you with each harsh thrust sounded like music to Hyunjin's ears. You could feel the stickiness of your saliva mixed with tears running down your body.

His hips began to stutter as his orgasm pushed closer, and the whimpers that started to fall from his mouth went straight to your core, causing you to rub your thighs together. The friction you created with your thighs did little to appease your neglected cunt.

He thrust one, two, three more times. On the third thrust, hold your head still at the base, your nose brushing up against his pelvic bone. The two of you maintained eye contact as his cock twitched against your tongue and his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop.

He held your head in place for a few more seconds, catching his breath, before he let you pull away. He looked spent, and your jaw was on fire, but you knew that you were just getting started with your eventful night.

Your head fell forward as you took in as many deep breaths as you could. Hyunjin reached down to take hold of your hair once more, pulling your head up so you two were now face-to-face. "Don't tap out on me now, princess; we're just getting started," he said.

"I know, I just need a second to breathe," you replied, your voice hoarse from the harsh fucking it just received a moment ago. He kneeled down, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Despite being rough in every sense of the word, he always made sure you were okay. He wouldn't continue until you gave him the okay to do so. The small gestures of kindness were short, almost nonexistent, but every time they do arise, you can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He sat on the floor next to you, placing soft kisses on your head and stroking your hair soothingly. It didn't take long for you to recover; you just needed to gather your breath anyway—nothing too drastic.

You were quickly bent over the edge of the bed, Hyunjin's face buried deep into your cunt as soon as you gave the okay. The way his tongue expertly ran through your folds, teased your hole with his tongue, and sucked at your clit had you seeing stars.

He had one of your legs propped up on the bed to give him more room, and your moans grew louder with each poke and prod of his tongue throughout your pussy. A wanton moan leaving your lips once Hyunjin's fingers slipped inside your heat. He pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot inside your walls that had your head spinning.

"F-Fuck!" You whined, gripping at the sheets to ground yourself from the intense pleasure you were receiving from his mouth and fingers alone. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling a groan from Hyunjin at the feeling of your tight walls sucking his fingers further inside of you.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl; you'll have to beg for forgiveness in confession," Hyunjin teased. The way he spoke about how dirty his precious church mouse was pushed you closer to the edge.

"Hyu- dear God! I'm close!" You cried, and Hyunjin chuckled softly as he pulled away. The immediate loss of attention to your cunt caused you to whine and look back at the demon who took your pleas to the Lord above while he was pleasing you as an ego boost.

He stood, lining himself up with your heat, though he didn't thrust in. Instead, he teased your hole with the tip of his cock, forcing more whines to fall from your saliva-soaked lips.

"Use your words, princess," he simply said; he spoke as if the sight of you writhing beneath him didn't have him leaking. You were growing impatient with his teasing, and your hips pushed back against his cock before you had time to think about it.

That action rewarded you with two reactions from your lover, one being a soft groan and the other landed a harsh smack against your ass. You yelped at the punishment, jumping forward in shock as your brain registered the stinging pain you had just received from Hyunjin's spanking.

"Please, Hyunjin.." You whined, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with the man behind you. He resumed teasing your cunt, watching as you bit your lip to suppress a whine from escaping your lips.

"Please what, darling?" He asked, letting the tip of his cock slide into your cunt.

"Fuck me, please, Hyunjin," you begged.

He thrust his hips into you in one full motion, barely giving you time to adjust. The tear of his rough entry was more pleasurable than waiting for your okay. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out. Hyunjin had one hand against your neck, pressing your head into the bed, while the other held onto your hip to keep you from squirming.

His thrusts were fast and sharp, hitting your cervix with every thrust while simultaneously digging his nails into your neck. His eyes were focused on how his cock disappeared so quickly and then reappeared just as quickly. You were sure your walls were somehow molded to fit his cock perfectly—not that it was physically possible, of course.

You were on cloud nine, almost missing how he pulled you up by the hair so your back was flush with his chest. The hand that was holding your hip previously was now rubbing harsh circles into your clit, with his other hand gripping your neck. You were so cock drunk that your head lulled back and rested itself on his shoulder as your hands found themselves tangled in his hair. You bit your lip in an attempt to lessen the volume of your screams, but that was only presented with a harsh pinch to your nipple.

You let out a yelp of both pain and pleasure, your hands tugging so ruthlessly on his hair that his head was pulled back with it.

"Let me hear you, precious. Let God hear you," he growled into your ear. The snapping of his hips only became tougher the longer he fucked himself into you.

"Feels so good.. Feels so-…" You cried out, tears falling from your eyes as you rambled on about how good his dick felt inside you, how big and thick his cock was, and all the lewd descriptors that would make your local nunnery faint.

The cord in your stomach began to twist and turn again, faster this time from Hyunjin's relentless beatings to your pussy and his fingers harsh figure eights against your clit. You weren't sure where his obsession with bringing the Lord into your sexual escapades came from, but you weren't objecting at all for reasons you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"H-Hyunjin! Im gonna-" You sobbed, too far gone to even finish the sentence, but Hyunjin knew what you were trying to tell him. He could feel it in the way your walls were sucking him in, holding his cock captive inside the warm and wet paradise that was your pussy.

"Go ahead, princess," he whispered into your ear. That was all you needed to hear before the dam finally broke. Hyunjin's hand did not once falter from abusing your cunt as your cum soaked his hand, your legs, and the mattress beneath you.

The moan you let out when you squirted all over your lover's hand could only be compared to an animal howling at the moon. The demon's hand did not stop attacking that bundle of nerves that seemed so hard yet so easy for the male species to find. The tears streaming from your face thickened as overstimulation began to set in. Hyunjin held you up by your throat when your legs began to shake; the growling in your ear almost overpowered the pain you were slowly beginning to feel.

"Hyunjin, please!" You sobbed once more. Despite your nerves being on fire, you couldn't help but want him to continue.

"My angel did so well for me; do you think you can do it again?" He asked, and instinctively, you nodded. Hyunjin could make you squirt 5–6 times before he had to cum a second time, and the way he beat your pussy felt like he was angry at times. And you'd be lying to say you didn't enjoy it.

"C-Can we cum together?" You managed to ask through your sobs of pleasure, and he chuckled softly at the request. He could feel the cord in his own stomach twisting and turning; the sight of you glistening with your own juices and still having the energy to continue turned him on more than any piece of lingerie could.

"Of course, princess," he said. He moved the hand that was around your throat to force his middle and ring fingers into your mouth as his other hand rubbed circles into your clit until you were cumming down your leg again.

You let out a moan that had to have come from the bottom of your chest with how powerful it was. Watching as your body writhed with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm was enough to send him over the edge a second time.

It started with a few twitches of his cock before he was filling you with what felt like more cum than what he had forced you to swallow earlier in the night. You whimpered when his hand left your clit to aid the hand around your chin in holding you up, as your legs were effectively spent from the harsh beating your pussy had just endured.

"You did so well for me, baby girl, so well." He said this as he thrust his cum back inside of you whenever it threatened to leave your hole alongside your arousal and run down his balls. He pulled his fingers from your mouth as he kissed your sweat-soaked temple.

"Thank you, Hyunjin," you said; your voice was long gone by this point.

"Look at this mess you made," he said, still thrusting into your cunt shallowly, more so to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside your cunt rather than arousing you again. You blushed as you looked at the soaked spot on the bed.

"Can we lie like this for a little while? I don't want you to pull out yet." You asked, and he only shook his head as he pulled out and gently laid you on the bed.

"After I clean you up, princess, I don't want you to get sick from cockwarming right after sex," he said as he kissed your forehead.

You whined in protest but accepted it, and you liked it when he was soft after the fact. Emotionally, not physically, of course. He always cleaned you up with a warm towel, clothed you, changed your sheets, gave you water, and then laid in bed with you until you fell asleep.

[yandere-daydreams]

ENOUGH of demons tainting angels. what about angels purifying demons.

tw - implied imprisonment, implied torture, and obsessive behavior.

to be fair, purifying is a little more complicated than tainting. to stain, to degrade, to sin - that's easy. there's no abrasion to a downward spiral, nor do those who fall so easily to temptation have to fight as hard as those who seek to rise above it. cleansing evil isn't such an idle pursuit. you have to work for it, struggle for it, and for someone like you - so lost in your own self-gratification, so accustomed to indulging each and every desire that crosses your mind - such efforts may not be made willingly.

it's a shame, really. you're such a beautiful thing; your feathers thick and lustrous, the osseous matter of your horns smooth and soothing to stroke, your fangs so adorably as you snap at their many fingertips, stubborn to a fault. you say you don't want to be anything other than what you are, that you have no interest in their holy love, but you're such a precious thing, and they don't want to see you tarnished by your own corruption. you might be strong-willed, but your strength is not infinite, and eventually, the tapered points of their white-tipped claws will bleed you dry, the cool silver of the shackles wound around your wrists will sap the hellfire from your flesh, and there will be nothing left of you but the golden core they know you've hidden deep, deep underneath so many layers of vice. they know that, one day, you will become something they can love.

all they have to do is cut away all the parts of you they can't.

[jksprincess10]

PMAMC 2024 || A bad deal

CWs: NON CON, DDDNE dark!reader, drugging someone without their knowledge, non consensual pegging, lots of degrading, slight somnophilia, pegging without prep, reader is crazy as fuck, mentions of blood, unprotected p in v, dom!reader, toxic relationship.

Graphic by @wannab-urs

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Divider by @saradika

“T’was a good deal, you should be thankin’ me.” Joel’s voice is low but menacing. She’s inches away from his face, his alcohol-tainted breath passing over her like a wave.

“You can’t decide by yourself, Joel. This is why we’re a team.” Her voice is soft and threatening like an undetectable poison. His only response is a groan, and she throws her arms up in annoyance.

She hated when he disrespected her authority. But she could also play this game better than him. She moves freely, her hips swaying as she walks to the kitchenette. She always had a back-up plan.

She pours two generous glasses of whiskey, and slips a magic capsule in Joel’s while he isn’t looking, something that’ll make him more… obedient.

She drinks from her own glass, and offers him the tricked alcohol, which he drinks without suspecting anything.

“They fucked us over last time, Joel, what makes you say they won’t do it again? They couldn’t deliver.” Her intense eyes are fixed on the brown liquid, that she’s swirling in waves.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill them if they don’t this time.”

And she knew he would. The man’s knuckles were always red with someone else’s blood. She watches intently as Joel drinks and drinks, until he starts getting unstable on his feet.

“Maybe you should sit down.” She suggests as she takes his arm, bringing him to sit on the mattress you sometimes share with him. “I know you’ll kill them, Joel.” Her fingers linger on his arm as she looks up at him. His eyes are glazed; like he’s far, far away. That shit worked fast.

She gets up and leave him on the bed, looking through herthings to find rope and other accessories she would need to punish his lack of respect.

Joel looks up at her, but his body is mostly unresponsive. “What’cha doin’ there, baby?” He slurs, like he’s drunk.

“Taking care of you.” She settles behind him and takes his arms, pulling them towards her to tie them together. She’s experienced with knots, and it’s tight enough, but not too much, so it doesn’t hurt him.

“Now be a good boy, will you? Get on your stomach for me.” She helps him settle on the mattress; his face buried in his pillow. “Rest for a bit, my sweet Joel.” She whispers against his ear, before leaving the ghost of a kiss to his neck. His body shudders under hers.

She liked him like this ; so pliant and obedient. She peels off her layers of clothes until she’s completely bare; a sight Joel was used to see. Her arms settle under his stomach, lifting him up a little to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers all at once. It’s like she’s trying to move a corpse, but she also has experience with that. Her hand sneaks around his girth, and she’s pleased to find that he’s already hard. Probably another effect of the drug.

“What are ya –” He slurs.

“Helping you rest, baby. Shh.” You coo.

She pumps him a few times until he’s whining and asking for more. That’s when she pulls away to secure the pièce de resistance around her body ; a harness tied around her, which gives her the illusion of masculine power; a dangling black silicone dildo over her core.

She pushes Joel’s body slightly, so he lays on his side.  He looks up at her with those pretty glassy eyes, and she looks down at him with a wild smile. Roles are reversed; the devil becomes the angel, and the angel becomes the devil. His eyes get bigger for a second when he sees the apparatus.

“Open your mouth.” She demands and doesn’t wait for him to obey, taking his cheeks between her fingers and pressing until he’s open for her. “Come on Joel, suck my cock. It’s the only lube you’re getting, you better make it good.”

The sane part of him has been dragged away by the drug she gave him, and she knew that sane part of him would make her pay for it later. But he disrespected her. And he hurt her. He deserved it.

She glides the black silicone dildo in his mouth. He closes his lips around it, suckling on it until it’s so wet, it pops out of his mouth, still attached to it by his saliva. She’s sure she would enjoy it if it was an actual dick made of flesh. Part of her wished his mouth was on her core instead, but later, she promises herself.

“Good.” She praises him, before helping him get on all fours. He’s pathetic like this, it almost makes her want to cry or laugh hysterically. She wraps her hand around the wet dildo and guide it slowly inside his unprepared hole. He winces a little at the stretch. She hopes it makes him think about all the times he fucked her unprepared, just because he could.

She stops the movement of her hips only when she sees that the toy is buried completely in his flesh. Her hand grabs on to Joel’s wet curls, pulling his head up so she can make sure that he’s still with her. His eyes are half-lidded, but he’s still somewhat conscious.

“Hurts.” He winces between gritted teeth.

“I know baby, I know. You’ll get used to it. But You hurt me.” She coos, but her voice isn’t sweet. It’s cutting deep like a knife. “Be fucking grateful I drugged you, or else it would hurt even more.”

“You’re crazy.” His voice has no bite, he's so tired, and she laughs at him.

Her hands are on his hips as she starts thrusting slowly.

She sees the way his walls start accommodating her girth, and she feels so powerful. His body moves with the shock of hers in waves, and he sometimes lets out quiet whimpers, like he can’t let himself enjoy it.

“Come on Joel, all men like to be fucked in the ass. It’s in your nature.” She encourages him, pressing a kiss to his head as she’s slowly emasculating him. She watches as he grips on to the blankets, his knuckles going white. But she knows he can take it. He has been through so much worse pain.

“Touch yourself.” She orders as her thrusts get deeper and slower, trying to reach that part of him that would let him enjoy the act. Joel obeys; his veiny hand wrapping around his leaking cock, pumping it at a weak rhythm. “Good boy. I’ll let you fuck me if you keep obeying me like this.” She praises.

Joel doesn’t talk – which is not unlike him, but when she reaches that deep part of him, he lets out a guttural scream.

“You like that, hm?” She asks as she keeps pounding into that spot, making him see stars. She encourages him by fucking him harder and harder, and she seems to be satisfied when she feels her body tense before he comes all over the mattress.

She leaves him empty, ignoring the blood on the dildo as she discards it. She sets him on his back. “You did so good.” She praises as she kisses his sweaty forehead. “Will you keep disrespecting me?”

“No, I won’t.” He whispers.

“Good.” She bites back.

He seems exhausted and sleepy from the drug, but she’s not done with him. She wraps her hand around him, stroking his cock until it’s hard enough again. She straddles him and sinks on his length slowly. Joel is so sensitive; she can see it in the way his body tenses with her walls enveloping him.

“Rest baby, I’ll take care of you.” She whispers softly, bending over him to kiss his lips as everything goes dark for him.

[bbyquokka]

— rope dwaekki

→ PAIRING: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: smut 18+ — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: Changbin is your lil rope bunny

→ WARNINGS: sexually explicit content, sub!changbin, dom!reader, established relationship, rope play, unprotected sex, degrading, spit, oral (F + M), rutting, deepthroating, masturbation (reader fingers themselves), clit play, pet names (baby girl, bun/bunny), nipple play (M), some elements of pain (nothing too extreme!), orgasm denial, cum eating (M + F), creampie, aftercare.

→ WORDS: 4.7k

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"You look so adorable, baby girl." You coo, standing at the edge of the bed as you look at your naked boyfriend, who is currently kneeling. Arms bound together by red rope, the same rope decorating his chest. With how big his pecs are plus the tightness of the rope, it makes them bulge out making you feel excited.

"T-Thank you, y/n." Changbin whispers, a faint blush on his cheeks. 

"Who knew you'd be into something like this." You hum, cocking your head to the side as you gaze down at him, "A strong looking man like you would never look as pathetic as you do." 

Changbin shivers at your words, his cock pulsating. You notice, raising a brow slowly before kneeling down.

"Did you like that?" You coo, wrapping your hand around his length. He lets out a throaty groan, hips bucking into your hand.

"Y-Yes." He stutters.

"You're disgusting. I can't believe you like something like this." You tsk, stroking his length. 

"I-Im sorry. I can't help it!" He whimpers, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. You coo, using your free hand to stroke his cheek softly.

"I know you can't, that's what makes it even more pathetic." You giggle, Changbin's cock throbbing against your hand. Your hand travels down his cheek to his pecs, fingertips brushing against his nipples.

He shivers, looking down and watching your fingers. You flick the sensitive nub, rolling it between your fingers. Changbin whimpers, his body shaking. He tugs at the rope, desperate to be free. You laugh at his pathetic attempt, squeezing his cock roughly.

"I don't know whether to call you cute or pathetic because your actions are both." You coo in a mocking manner. Changbin bites his bottom lip softly, looking at you with doe eyes. You shiver, his demeanor sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core, making it throb.

You lean in, taking his sensitive bud between your teeth. You nibble it softly, tongue flicking over it. You feel his pre-cum seeping out from his slit, coating his tip. You rub your thumb harshly over his tip, smearing his pre-cum around. You apply more pressure, increase the speed of your tongue flicks before shifting to the other, sucking and biting it harshly.

Shockwaves of pain travel down Changbin's spine and straight to his cock, making it continually throb in your hand. He hisses as you bite down harder, little sobs falling past his lips as well as labored pants.

"S-Shi— ah!" Changbin cries out, his muscles tensing and burning. His senses are on overdrive, mind slowly turning into mush, thoughts foggy. You suck on the skin around his nipples, leaving deep purple marks behind – ones that would take weeks to disappear. 

His hips rocking back and forth as you continue your assault on his tip, thumb getting soaked in his pre-cum. His body is shaking, cock sensitive. His nerve endings burn with pleasure and adrenaline, heart thumping heavy against his ribcage to the point where you can hear it.

You love this, more than you should. Seeing your strong, angelic boyfriend turn into a submissive, whimpering mess in the palm of your hands excites you more than you'd like to admit. You love it, so much so, that it drives you to tease him out in public. He wouldn't dare show this side of him to his friends, he’s the type of person who would want to maintain his angelic, sweet side to him. He doesn't want his dirty little secret to taint him – but it’s too late for that.

He was the one that found you. He knew he was always a sub, the thought of having someone dominate him shook him to his core, he just couldn't find the right person. He met you by chance at a local bar. You just broke up with your ex, angry and upset.

You confided in Changbin, spitting out all your hatred towards your ex onto him. Changbin comforted you, listened and gave you advice but it wasn't enough for you. You needed a different way of letting out your anger, which lead to you two having sex that same night. You took all your anger out on Changbin and he didn't mind one bit; in fact, he wanted more.

Days went by since then and he couldn't stop thinking about you. It was the best sex he had ever had and he was craving more of you. Sadly, the only information he had to go on was your name. That night plagued his thoughts, consuming him. He found himself lying on his bed, thinking about you whilst stroking his agonizingly hard cock.

Teasing and denying himself of his own orgasm, making his thighs shake, abs burn. Your sweet moans ringing in his ears, your words swimming around in his head. The way you looked, your aura, how he felt whilst being with you – he wants to see you again.

You met each other again by coincidence. He failed to say anything, his mind and body too excited by your presence. He felt like a puppy finally getting his long awaited treat. Since then, you two have been addicted to each other.

Every whimper, every moan and every sob that spills from Changbin, sets you on fire. It makes you feel alive. It drives you to tease him more, wanting to reduce him into a sobbing, pathetic mess. It soaks you, your slick sticking to your folds, entrance pulsating for something more. It's almost like you're denying yourself of your own high, wanting to help Changbin reach the peak of pleasure, purely because you can deny him, make him wait and beg.

"I-I can't. I feel like I could cum." Changbin pants. You look up, raising a brow before wrapping your hand firmly around the base of his throbbing cock. You squeeze roughly, his hips bucking upwards

"Hold it." You demand. Changbin nods slowly. You lean in, kissing his neck slowly. You suck and bite his soft skin, feeling territorial and possessive. You want everyone to know who he belongs to and that is you.

"Kiss." He softly cries out. 

"Awe." you coo, "Does Binnie want a kiss?" Changbin nods his head, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

"Please…" You grin, pressing your lips against his. The kiss is slow and passionate with lust and hunger behind it. Your lips move together in sync, Changbin occasionally panting. You take the opportunity of his parted lips to push your tongue inside his warm mouth, loving the taste of him.

Changbin doesn't even bother fighting for dominance, he knows it's a useless battle. Saliva and breath mixes together, your hand stroking his cock slowly as your other rolls and flicks his nipples. The lack of oxygen makes you feel dizzy causing you to be the first to pull away for air.

A soft whine falls past Changbin's lips, his lips swollen and glistening with saliva. You giggle, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip and licking it clean. You lick your lips slowly, stroking his bottom lip before kissing him again, this time, with more force and power. The kiss is sloppy, uncoordinated. The type of kiss that makes Changbin weak at the knees and be reduced to nothing.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, gently tugging it before sucking it softly. You occasionally glide your tongue along it but refuse to push your tongue inside his mouth making him whimper and tug at his restraints.

"Open." You whisper. Changbin obeys, slowly opening his mouth. You spit inside it, watching your saliva land on his tongue and mix with his own. 

"Swallow." You watch him close his mouth, swallowing yours and his saliva. His adams apple bobbing up and down in time. You grin in satisfaction, stroking his cheek. His eyes fixated on you, watching your every move. He wants to please you, be a good boy for you.

"Are you my cute, little bunny?" Your tone of voice is sickly sweet, talking down to him making him shiver at your overpowering aura. Changbin had no option but to whimper at the nickname and nod, his ability to form sentences long gone. You shuffle down, instantly taking his length inside your mouth.

You instantly deepthroat him, swallowing around his length causing your throat to clench around him. A sudden loud moan falls past his lips, his mind and body in complete shock and failing to catch up with your sudden action. 

You get to work on sucking him, making sure your tongue is flat to stroke the underside of his length. You feel his thick, protruding veins stroking your tongue and cheeks. You pump what your mouth fails to reach. His cock is thick, growing in size causing the corners of your mouth to stretch to their capacity. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the glorious sounds of your whimpering boyfriend, who is currently struggling to keep it together.

With your free hand, you cup and fondle his balls, rolling them around in your hands. You deepthroat him again a few more times, saliva spilling from the corners of your lips. You pull away for air, stroking his cock. Your saliva coats his length and the palm of your hands.

Changbin's face is scrunched up, his focus shifting from the intense pleasure you provide, to him holding back his orgasm. With each suck and stroke, he feels his willpower slowly fading, threatening to snap at any minute. His pre-cum leaks down the sides of cock, coating your hand.

"P-Please let me cum. It hurts." He sobs. His eyes well up with tears, spilling down his cheeks. You swallow thickly, almost orgasming at the sight of your boyfriend, tears rushing down his cheeks as he sobs.

"Do you want to cum that bad, bun?" 

"Please!" His cock rock hard in the palm of your hand, hot to the touch. His pre-cum spilling out of his slit. His abs visible tensing, muscles burning from trying to desperately hold on.

"Have you been good?" 

"I've been so good. Fuck it hurts, it fucking hurts. I can't —" Changbin sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks. His body coated in a thin layer of sweat, his eyebrows scrunched up as a look of desperation evidence on his face. His chest rising up and down at a fast pace, struggling to maintain his composure.

"I mean, I could let you." You state, thinking before shrugging. "Doesn't mean I will though." You giggle menacingly, making Changbin whimper loudly and kick his head back.

"You're so… You're so mean, y/n." Broken sobs escape his lips. You hum, acknowledging his statement before licking a long, wet strip along the side of his cock. His tip is an angry red and rock hard at this point, throbbing involuntarily in your hand.

"I can't.. I can't, please. I can't!" Changbin continues to beg, watching you lick his cock slowly, his body shaking. You swipe your tongue along his tip, the tip of your tongue gliding along his slit collecting his salty pre-cum. Changbin's begs falling on deaf ears, nothing but sobs fill the bedroom, shaking you to your core.

Without warning, Changbin's cock pulsates, hot ropes of cum shoot out, hitting your cheek and lips. You back away, pumping him fast as his hips buck involuntarily, soft cries of relief leaving his lips. His cum lands on your hand and arms, some landing on his thighs and the sheets below him. You lick your lips, watching him fall apart right in front of your very eyes.

His head kicks back, beads of sweat roll down his temples. His thighs and abs are visibly clenching. Coming down from his high, he realises what he has done and that he may have fucked up – big time. 

He looks down at you, eyes wide in horror and fear. Despite his orgasm, his cock stays standing proud and hard. You let go of him, looking at the mess he has made on you and himself. You wipe his cum off your cheek with your finger, looking at it in disgust.

"I-I am so so sorry. I couldn't help it. I just–"

"Look at the mess you have made, bun. It's all over you and me! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry. It happened so fast. I didn't mean to. I tried, I really tried!" 

You hold your cum coated finger to his lip, nudging it gently. He automatically opens allowing you to push your finger inside. He sucks your finger clean, whimpering at the salty flavor of himself.

"My good bunny." You coo, watching him, "Maybe I will forgive you." You pull your finger out of his mouth with a pop, giggling softly. His cum slowly trickles down your arm making it tickle slightly 

"Look at me." You whisper. Changbin maintains his eye contact with you, not daring to look away or make another mistake. You forgave him once, who's to say you will forgive him again. It's a risk he's not willing to take. You bring your arm up to your mouth, tongue licking up slowly as it collects his cum. You hum as the salty taste coats your tastebuds. You swallow it, making sure to lick your arm and hand clean.

All Changbin can do is whimper and watch. His cock back to its angry, hard state, throbbing involuntarily. You sit back, leaning on your hands as you spread your legs wide, teasing Changbin.

His gaze shifts down to your core, wet and throbbing. He sighs softly, licking his lips as your juices coat your folds and inner thighs. Your clit swollen and throbbing, begging to be touched. You slide your hand down your stomach until your fingertips come into contact with your clit.

You hum softly, rubbing soft circles on your swollen clit. Soft sighs and hums fall past your lips, your core visible clenching making Changbin whimper and tug at his restraints, tightly.

Using two fingers, you glide them in-between your folds, getting them soaked in your slick. You slip them inside you with ease, pumping them at a fast but steady pace. Pleasure rushes through your veins, setting your nerves on fire.

"Ah, Changbin." You moan out, your free hand reaching up and cupping your breast. You tease your own nipple, rolling and pinching it between your fingers. You hips buck, a soft whine falls past Changbin's lips. He struggles against the rope restraints, desperate to touch you, to taste you.

"I want a taste." You scoff, rolling your eyes before smirking.

"Beg." You demand, fingers curling against your walls. Changbin swallows thickly, licking his lips.

"Please." You sigh, scoffing at him before rolling your eyes.

"What a pathetic attempt, bun. Try again." Changbin's jaw clenches, eyes squeezing shut before opening his mouth. His cheeks and tips of his ear are a nice, red colour.

"Please! I want to taste you so badly. Bury my head between your legs and just indulge in your taste and warmth. Please… I'll do anything." You hum, slowly pull your fingers out off your aching cunt.

"Good boy." You praise before nodding between your legs, giving him the go ahead. His face lights up as he shuffles towards you on his knees. He leans forward, taking in your scent and warmth before licking a long strip between your folds, collecting your essence on his tongue.

He moans deeply, lapping at your entrance. Desperate to collect every drop and more of you, swallowing it down and licking his lips occasionally like he has just eaten the best meal of his life – which to him, he currently is.

His tongue makes contact with your clit, pressing it flat before sucking and nibbling on your bud. You kick your head back, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face before tangling your fingers in them. Soft moans fall past your lips, pleasuring filling up every nerve ending in your body, pumping through your bloodstream.

He goes back to lapping at your entrance, alternating between the two. Soft sucks, nibbles and licks; your mind going into overdrive. 

"Ah fuck, bunny. You're so good, it feels so good — ah!!" You cry out, panting softly. Changbin hums against your cunt. Your slick and his saliva coats your skin and his chin. He messily eats you, burying his head further between your legs. You buck your hips against his face, the tip of his nose hitting your clit in the most blissful way.

"Let me – Let me use you, baby girl." You struggle to say between your pants. You grip onto the sheets, rutting against Changbin's face at a fast, yet erratic pace. Goosebumps rise on Changbin's skin as he listens to your sweet moans. He looks up at you through his lashes, the sight of your sweaty skin and fucked out facial expression was enough to make him cum again.

Your toes curl and legs shake, thighs burning from tensing so much. Your juice fall down the curve of your ass, Changbin desperate to collect the drops before they land on the sheets; however, he fails to do so. 

Heat pools in the pit of your stomach at a rapid pace, walls clenching around nothing. Your back arches, hips rutting faster against Changbin's face. Your movements now sloppy, irregular and uncoordinated confirming Changbin of his thoughts – you're close. 

"B-Binnie, i–" He hums against your cunt, tongue lapping at your core, teeth nibbling your clit. You cry out, hips bucking for a final time as your orgasm rushes over you in waves. Your toes curl as you hold Changbin's head, keeping him close to you as you lazily rut against his face, chasing your high and slowly coming down from it.

You let go of his head, biting your lip gently as Changbin kneels back up. You lick your lips, the lower half of his face covered in your juices. You kneel up, his lips swollen and eyes sparkling as he pants a little due to the lack of oxygen. You grab a discarded t-shirt, wiping away your slick from his chin.

"Thank you." He laughs softly. You hum, kissing his lips sweetly. You hook a finger under the robe, tugging it.

"I want to use your cock, bun. I want to ride you and feel you deep inside me." You coo, licking the shell of his ear slowly. He shivers, swallowing a little.

"O-Okay." He stutters. You hum, gently taking off his rope bindings and discarding them on the floor. Marks of where the rope has been digging into his skin, evident. You bite your lip gently, stroking the red marks. Changbin notices, placing a hand on top of yours gently

"It doesn't hurt. I'm okay." He softly speaks, automatically soothing you of your worries.

"Are you sure?" You mumble, continuing to look at his markings. He gently lifts your chin up, kissing your lips sweetly. You both break the role of sub and dom for a split second to allow you both to soothe each other of any worries; to make sure you're both okay.

"I'm green, darling. I have been throughout this whole ordeal."

"But I worry that I hurt you." You mumble.

"Baby, I want you to hurt me. I like it when it's tight, when you deny me of my orgasms to the point it hurts, when you pinch my nipples - it's a pleasurable feeling to me." 

"But–"

"Sh. Just use me." Changbin sits back against the headboard. You lick your lips, crawling over to him before straddling him. Changbin reaches out to hold your hips, to which you smack away instantly.

"Don't touch me until I say so." You demand. Changbin nods slowly, arms falling down to his sides, "Just sit back and look pretty for me, bun."

You grab the base of his cock, sliding his tip up and down your folds, soaking it in your slick before lowering yourself down onto it. Changbin hisses, your earlier orgasm making you feel tight around him. Your walls have a vice grip around him, the stretch of his thick cock making you hiss. Shockwaves of pain and pleasure shoot up and down your spine, making your thighs clench and shake.

You plant your hands on Changbin's abs, your ass softly landing on his thighs as you sink down fully on his length. You whimper softly, the stretch and burn feeling too good to you.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Changbin grunts. You nod slowly, before lifting your hips up before sinking back down again. You shiver, his tip instantly hitting that spot that makes you scream with pleasure. You pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock. Changbin bawls his hands into fists, feeling the urge to grab your hips and help you with your movements.

You kick your head back, a string of moans and curses falling past your lips. Your thighs start to burn as his cock strokes your soft walls. Juices falling down his length, landing on the sheets between his legs. Changbin captures his bottom lip between his teeth, soaking in the gorgeous sight that rests upon his very eyes.

Your tangled hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your breasts bouncing in time with your bounces, chest heaving up and down to match your pants – you're so beautiful to him. Pressing his lips together in a thin line, Changbin debates on whether or not to do something to help you.

He loves being used by you, loves the idea of you being selfish and only chasing after your own high, however, he loves helping. He wants to help you, despite the fact that it could result in a punishment. 

Deciding to deal with the punishment later, Changbin bucks his hips upwards. Your eyes widen, a strangled moan falling past your lips as your nails dig into his abs. Considering you didn't say anything, he continues to thrust upwards, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you.

"Chang–Fuck!" You choke out, hand coming down to your clit to lazily rub circles on. Your walls contract around his cock, making him groan loudly. 

"Let me touch you, please!" Changbin begs, eyes watering for the nth time that night. You coo, stroking under his eyes gently with your thumb.

"Maybe." You tease. Changbin whines loudly, a grunt of frustration ripples in the back of his throat.

"Please! I've been good, haven't I?" He is correct; he has been good. He's obeyed your every command, surely he must deserve a little bit of a treat.

"Mhm, fine." You giggle only for it to subside as Changbin wraps his strong arms around you, flipping you both over so he is now towering over you. He grabs your legs by the thighs, spreading them wide as he thrusts powerfully, hips smacking against yours; practically fucking you into the mattress.

It's like the beast that's been caged up, is finally free. His fingers dig into your soft skin, leaving marks behind. His gaze fixated on the space that connects your both. He cock appears with a new layer of slick before disappearing deep inside you, making Changbin groan out.

Your body jolts upwards with each raw thrust, pillows falling off the bed as the headboard slams against the walls. You reach up, gripping onto his biceps, feeling it contact against your fingertips.

"Fuck me, bun. Fuck me like you mean it." You encourage. Changbin nods his head, his thrusting becomes more ruthless. His cock twitching inside you, balls slapping against your skin. Your thoughts slowly start to become foggy, body consumed by the sheer amount of pleasure and power Changbin provides.

"You look so pretty." You mewl, withering beneath Changbin. He pushes his cock out half way, only for him to sink it back inside. You look at him, biting your lip before giving him a mischievous smirk.

"I want more, my cute bunny." You purr. Changbin groans deeply before picking you up by your waist. He sits back on his feet, your arms wrap around his neck for stability. He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck as he bucks his hips upwards, fucking you from below.

"So good, you feel so good around me." Changbin desperately whimpers against your neck, holding you flush against his sweaty chest. You coo softly, pushing back his sweaty curls to reveal beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and temples.

"You're doing so well, bun. My precious, adorable bunny." Changbin whimpers, your praises shooting straight to his cock, "You've been so good for me, treating me so well. I'm so proud of you." 

"D-Dont. You're going to make me cum again."

"Don't you want to though? Don't you want to flood my insides with your seed and fuck it deep inside me?" You purr, licking his neck slowly. 

"Yes. Oh, fuck yes!"

"Then, I will allow you to. You've been good and I want to spoil you." 

"T-Thank you." Changbin whispers before resuming the earlier position of you on your back. He grips your hips in his hands; long, slow, yet powerful thrusts shake your whole body. You rub your clit, desperate to chase your own high. Your walls grip around Changbin's length, convulsing around him as your orgasm fast approaches.

"C-Cum." Changbin splutters, his high soon approaching. His thrusting uncoordinated, strangled moans and whimpers falling past his lips.

"Same!" 

With one more powerful thrust, Changbin's movements falter before stopping entirely. His head hangs low, hands gripping your skin harshly causing pain to shoot throughout your body. His cock twitches, hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside you. With the feeling of Changbin's hot cum filling you up, your own orgasm hits you.

Your back arches off the bed, toes curling as a string of moans in the form of Changbin's name leaves your lips. Your walls contract around Changbin, your fingers lazily stroking your oversensitive clit. You pant softly, coming down from your high as Changbin moves his hips in a languid fashion, pushing his cum deep inside you.

"It's so–It's so much." He whispers, tips of his ears turning red. You laugh softly before grunting as his flaccid cocks pull out off you. You shiver, feeling his cum slowly seep out of you.

"Yeah, it really is." You laugh, feeling it drip onto the bed sheets. Changbin hums, flopping down on the bed beside you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks. You look to the side, smiling lovingly at him. A dull twinge of pain was slowly approaching your lower back and hips, your throat dry and body slick with sweat and bodily fluids.

"I feel good, tired, but good. What about you, bun?" You gently stroke the markings on his skin, biting your lips gently. He smiles, placing his hand on top of yours gently.

"I feel fucking amazing!" You nod, sitting up, "But, I'm hungry." 

"Let's clean up and order food then." You grin, shuffling off the bed. You make your way to the bathroom, filling up a bathtub of hot water and bubbles. Once done, you get in, shuffling forward so Changbin can sit behind you.

You rest against his chest, eyes closing as you relax. The events slowly catch up to you once the adrenaline is out of your system.

"I cannot wait to settle down and eat some food." Changbin whispers, slowly drifting off. You look behind you, laughing softly before washing both your hair and bodies. You step out, drying and dressing yourself before helping Changbin out.

He lazily dries himself off, stepping into some clean underwear before making his way to the living area. You change the sheets and clean up the rope, opening the bedroom window to air out the smell of sex. You order some food before making your way to the living area.

"Hey bun. I ordered some food, it should be he–" You stop in your tracks, heart melting at the sight that's right in front of your eyes.

Changbin curled up on the sofa, his curly, wet hair fanned out on the cushion. Soft snores escape his lips as his hand is under his cheek resting on the cushion, mushing his cheek together creating a pout on his lips. 

You take a photo of him, making it your wallpaper before grabbing a thick, fleece blanket and putting it over him. Changbin stirs in his sleep, eyes slowly fluttering open. You hush him, softly kissing his forehead.

"Shh, my love. You did so well today. Get some sleep and I will wake you when food is here." Changbin hums softly, eyes fluttering close.

"I love you." He whispers, falling back into his sleep. You smile softly, kissing his cheek lovingly. 

"I love you too, bun."

→ note: man, idk okay. i started this at 2:30am because I couldn't sleep and finished it in less than a day. 😵‍💫😶‍🌫️ i had so much fun writing sub felix during my series that i wanted to write more. i already thought of this after i wrote lix's section so uh yeah. i do plan on doing more sub skz bc why not. i really wanna challenge myself in my writing and escape this comfort bubble im in bc when i do dip my toe out off it, i have soo much fun. pls lemme know how i did – i welcome all feedback so dont be afraid to voice your thoughts!

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[dabislittlemouse]

tainted angel🪽 (pt.4)

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 5

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon incoming, stalking

ෆ Before you read chapter 4: I will be slightly including her POV in this chapter (or yours since you can gladly imagine yourself being Keigo’s sister as well) and then it goes back on Dabi’s POV again‼️

Her POV (or yours too)

The long hours at college finally came to an end. Without wasting a second, I head home, carrying my books while leaving my friends behind. I am too lost in thoughts to even notice or hear them shout my name. Flying home would be quicker, but that was not an option due to the weather conditions. According to Keigo, I need to be way more experienced if I want to fly in a stormy weather, but I’d rather not risk getting hit by a thunder and set ablaze in the sky. Walking will do just fine.

As if it’s my new obsession, I check my phone every second, waiting for something. For a call, for another message from him. But nothing else was sent after his last message.

Tonight at 10, the alleyway right behind the supermarket. Be pretty for me..

-Dabi

My heart skips a beat at the reminder of that text message. There is no way I will go out and meet him tonight is it? Only if I’m stupid enough.

Which.. I may be.

After having a talk with my brother that day, I realised how much risk I put all of us in. Surely he told me it was not my fault, but in a way or another it was, because I let a stranger in and trusted him so easily.

But how could I not when his clear blue eyes pierce right through my own? He would know if I was lying, I’m sure he could read my thoughts.

It was very weird, the way he captivated me entirely, the way his presence screamed danger and yet I found myself intrigued by him. His husky voice and teasing comments sent a strange heat deep in my core, awakened something in me which I never knew I had. How could someone who I meet for the first time make me feel like this? The way those hands touched me, I still feel their warmth on my body, I still feel his gaze on me even though he is not here at all. Those strange marks on his face decorated with piercings, what could those possibly be?

Keigo told me to stay away from him, not elaborating why, and this is eating me from the inside out. The more I am forbidden to see him, the more I actually want to see him. My brother was very strict about it, I’ve never seen him this serious before, so for sure this has to be some big deal. As the number two hero of Japan, and as my big brother, I trust him deeply. And I want to listen to him, really, I do.

But the way this mysterious man is tempting me, I feel like I’ll fall down a rabbit hole that I won’t easily get out of. My logic tells me to not meet him tonight, it’s basically screaming at me but my so-called heart is pumping vigorously in my chest at the thought of Dabi, butterflies in my stomach almost making me feel nauseous. I am intrigued, thrilled to find who he really is. How did those flowers end up in my room? So many questions getting no answers.

Maybe if I meet him tonight I will get them.

I stay in front of my mirror, examining everything around me. Would he like my cherry scented perfume or my vanilla one? I wonder which dress he would like best, how should I keep my hair..

“What got you so excited? Going out tonight~?”

Startled at the voice, I see Keigo leaning on my doorstep, a smile on his face as he watches the mess in my room and all my clothes scattered on the floor. He was still on his hero costume, I figured he stopped by for lunch and would head back again.

“Oh- not sure if I will I just..” I scratch my neck, avoiding his gaze as I try not to make it too obvious that I’m lying. Guilt is eating me from the inside, but I’m reminding myself that I’m meeting Dabi only because I need answers.

“If you aren’t going anywhere then I figured we can hang out since I’m free,” Keigo says. “You, me, mom.. we can eat dinner somewhere fancy, I know a good place!”

“Oh?” My mouth falls slightly open, and now the guilt is worsening. It’s not often that we all hang out as a family due to Keigo being constantly busy with hero work. It’s getting harder and harder for me to make decisions.

Fuck Keigo, why would you gather us specifically tonight? Is this a sign that I should never meet Dabi?

“I don’t think I can make it..” The words come out of my mouth so suddenly, not even recognising my own voice anymore. “I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study for that one so-”

What are you even doing? Lying like this. You’re an idiot, a total idiot.

For some reason the thought of Dabi waiting there for me tonight has my heart pumping so hard to the point I can’t even hear my logic anymore.

“Ah shame” Keigo pouts playfully. “But exams are more important, there’ll be other nights to hang out for sure. Seems like it’s gonna be only me and mom tonight then..”

If that ain’t a golden opportunity to sneak out of the house the moment they leave, then I don’t know what is.

Suddenly I feel like the 13 year old girl with strict parents who was not allowed to go out with friends. But this time it’s me, an adult, whose brother warned her, for unknown reasons, to not meet the raven haired guy with sharp teal eyes, who meant nothing but danger. But how can he be so bad when he calls me angel in a way that has me swooning and my mind going blank?

Tonight at 10, when Keigo and mom leave, I will sneak out and secretly meet Dabi. I will be pretty for him just like he asked, I’m not sure what will happen, what we will say or do, but I’m scared and thrilled to find out.

Dabi’s POV

9:30pm. Putting on a hoodie and zipping up my jacket, I head out, barely noticeable by the common folks or heroes walking down the street. For sure I could’ve put on somethin’ better to meet my angel tonight, but I can’t risk getting seen by people. That would be a real pain in the ass.

As I’m heading near her neighbourhood, I stop in my traces.

I should’ve gotten her something, fuck..

Going to a flowershop nearby, I manage to steal a pretty blue rose outside, without the lady inside noticing. It’s nothing much, but once we.. establish things, I will get my angel whatever she wants and more.

Her house is now visible, the area around it dark and quiet as the clock hits 10. The supermarket is nearby, I take my sweet time to see if anyone is around before walking further.

My slow heavy footsteps echo in the empty alleyway behind the supermarket, and not too far away I see the figure of a person in front of me.

So you actually came huh..

I can’t hold back the grin that forms in my face as I look at her, sitting there nervously, checking her phone and looking left and right like some damsel in distress. Coming closer, I notice the short white dress she’s wearing, along with a jacket, her soft golden hair falling down her shoulders. Those pretty legs of hers make me bite my lip, thigh highs sticking nicely on the plush of her thighs that I want so much to sink my teeth in. She turns at me, nervously trying to figure out who I am and backing off a bit.

“Don’t panic, princess” I smirk, removing the hood revealing my dark spiky hair. “Unless you’ve already forgotten how I look like, that would really hurt me~”

“Dabi.. of course I couldn’t forget you” she replies, a smile forming on her lovely face.

“Is it just me or do you get prettier with each day that passes by, angel? Lemme have a look at you, do a lil’ twirl for me..”

She lets out a nervous laugh, rolling her eyes but even in the darkness I can tell she is blushing. My gaze never leaves her body as she does a small twirl, showing her pretty dress.

“Satisfied?”

“Very much” I grin. “Did you get all dolled up for me like this? M’flattered..”

“Ah please, that’s how I dress everyday” she says. “Don’t flatter yourself too much~”

It’s like everything around me vanishes while my eyes lay on her, nothing else matters right now. I grab her hand, pulling her closer towards me. My finger slowly traces her jawline, putting some hair behind her cute ears. Her eyes stare back at mine, it’s the same hypnotised look she gave me that day. It makes her look so.. submissive.

“Forgot to give you this” I whisper, before grabbing the rose and giving it to her. She lets out a small gasp, looking at the rose and smiling softly. Meanwhile I feel like vomiting, being such a gentleman and gifting roses to girls is making me cringe. I am definitely not this type of guy.

But as long as I can make her fall for me..

“Thank you Dabi… this is so pretty! I love blue roses”

“You do? I’ll make sure to leave more blue roses around you then” I pinch her cheek. “Let’s go for a walk now shall we?”

She nods excitedly, her small hand intertwining with mine as she leans on me the entire time. I ask her about her day and college, I let her ramble the whole time as we head towards an empty park nearby. Usually I get annoyed easily when people talk too much, but for some reason I can stand her.

Finding the perfect spot, I go and sit on a bench.

“C’mon.. let’s sit down for a bit”

She comes closer, but stops the moment she notices the other half of the bench was still damp from the rain earlier.

“There’s not enough dry space” she says. “Let’s find another be-”

I pat my thigh with my hand, suggesting for her to sit down. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, before letting out a nervous laugh.

“No, Dabi. I am not sitting on your lap”

“Why not? It’s way more comfy than a nasty bench” I raise my eyebrow, giving her a seductive look.

“Y-Yeah but- wait!”

Without letting her finish her sentence I grab her hand and pull her down on my lap, her warmth already invading my body as I bring her closer to me. One hand goes around her waist to keep her steady, the other on top of her thighs. It’s like the breath leaves her lungs and all she does is stare in shock. I can’t help but chuckle. Her eyes start looking around, probably hoping nobody would be here to see us like this.

“What? You worried or somethin’?”

“No I just.. I don’t think this is okay” she mumbles nervously.

“You’re thinking too much..” I groan, squeezing her thigh. “Nothing’s bad about this. All the benches here are wet so I’m just doing favor here and giving ya some place to sit on”

We stay there in silence for a few seconds as I enjoy having her so close to me, on my lap. I can feel her ass pressed against my crotch, if she starts squirming or moving I don’t think I will handle myself anymore. Especially when she’s wearing this dress..

Such easy access. But I still wanna tear it off.

“You’re really tense, sweetheart” I caress her thigh gently, whispering in her ear. “Calm down will ya?”

“Y-Yeah sorry,” she gulps “It’s just that you’re really warm for some reason..”

“Mm warm.. that sure I am. Probably cuz’ of my quirk, can’t help it honestly”

She turns at me, her eyes full of curiosity. “Oh? I still don’t know what your quirk is, I forgot to ask earlier..and you already know mine though”

“I sure do” I gently tug on one of her white feathers, making her wings flutter. “Just look..”

The white feather is still on my hand as she focuses on what I’m about to do. My fingerstips light up, blue flames flickering and slowly burning up the feather. Her eyes widen in shock, and before the feather burns up completely I put the fire off. Due to the feathers being sensitive, she squirms on my lap and winces in discomfort.

“Sorry angel” I grin, giving the half burnt feather back to her. “Didn’t meant to hurt ya’”

“So your quirk is fire.. woah, and a blue one nonetheless!”

“More like cremation, but yeah. My blue flames are way hotter than the normal ones, y’gotta be careful around me dolly. Don’t flutter those pretty wings too much around me or I might get all hot n’ bothered.”

Her mouth falls slightly open. “Is this a threat?” she whispers, her eyes glued on me.

“It’s a promise” I get closer to her, our noses almost touching together. My fingertips tap on her thigh, getting slightly warmer but not hot enough to burn her. Just warm enough to let her feel it. Her breath hitches, as I bring her even closer towards me now, her tits pressing against my chest.

“Dabi..”

“Mmm” I hum, my face nuzzling in her neck as I take in her sweet scent.

“I-Is this why Keigo tells me to not approach you? I mean, your quirk.. and uhh.. as far as Keigo’s told me flames are our weakest point” she stutters.

“That makes sense. Those pretty wings would burn up on instant” I reply, my hand slowly going further, right under her dress. She puts hers on top, to prevent me from touching her inner thighs, but I do not stop. “Though this ain’t the reason baby, y’see Keigo also associates with Endeavor, and the old man also has fire quirk”

“O-Oh yeah you’re right, sorry that was a dumb assumption..” she scratches her head.

“But I gotta tell you though, your brother may be right at some point. You should not approach me whatsoever, but here you are in some dark empty park, and on my lap.”

I place both her arms on my shoulders. Poor angel is unsure about all of this but yet lets me go further, not sure if it’s from fear or the hidden desire.

“But why?” she whines impatiently to get an answer. “That’s what I wanna know”

My face is now inches away from hers,I feel my cock throbbing in my pants. My hardened bulge is making her squirm away from me but I hold her firmly, not letting her slide off my lap. Her pretty ass is warming me up just nicely, fuck I think I’m gonna cum in my pants.

“I don’t wanna scare you off, princess. To cut things short, I had to do some bad things y’see, or at least what this society considers bad, but for a greater purpose. I don’t want to bore you with my.. activities and ideologies right now”

“Bad things? I mean.. you can still tell me though,”she insists. “As long as you haven’t done something severe such as like.. killing people or so..”

Hah, about that…

I simply ignore her stubbornness, a sinister glint lingering in my eyes as I nuzzle my face back on her neck. My hot breath makes her skin crawl, as I start placing soft pecks, while my hand continues to caress and squeeze her thighs.

“D-Dabi wait-” she stutters, placing her hands on my chest and trying to push me away. I can see the way her chest moves, the way her breathing gets heavier when I place kisses on her jaw, then gently nibbling her earlobe. She squeezes her thighs together instantly, but my hand manages to spread them again as I continue to explore underneath her dress.

“Mmmh what is it baby..” I whisper, now placing open mouthed kisses on her neck, licking and biting her skin, to the point the softests gasps and whimpers escape her mouth.

“W-Wait- I think we’re rushing things..”

She is right, I might be rushing things, but I can’t fucking resist anymore. I grind my hardened bulge up against her ass slowly, while I grunt in her ear.

I can feel the heat of her clothed cunt. My hand reaches her inner thighs, gently grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh.

“Dabi- please..somebody might see. I don’t think we should do this- and not in public!”

“Fuck them all, princess. Mmnnh I just can’t get enough of you..”

She lets out a yelp as I proceed to leave a hickey on her neck, my very first mark on her.

“I think you like this” I smirk at her flushed face.

“I don’t know..” she mumbles shyly. Poor thing, unsure if this is the right or wrong thing to do.

“Has anyone made you feel like this before?” I say, my lips almost touching hers but I don’t lean in for a kiss yet.

“No.. I don’t think so..” she whispers.

“Good” I click my lips, my hand now harshly gripping her inner thigh, my fingers digging on her skin and my knuckles touching her clothed cunt. She lets out the lewdest whine I’ve ever heard.

“I’ll make ya see the damn stars..”

Bzzzt.

Her phone ringing startles her and I let out a low annoyed grunt.

Fuck baby, you just keep moving too much my cock is aching-

Her eyes widen in panic as she looks at the screen. It’s Hawks.

“Oh my god..” she gasps. “Why is he calling now?”

“Jus’ answer him” I say nonchalantly. This is in fact entertaining for me. “Don’t want him to ruin our moment..”

She takes in a deep breath before answering him. It’s funny how she tries to sound calm, as if she hadn’t snuck out to meet her brother’s villain friend.

“Y/N where are you? I’ve been ringing this doorbell for a while” I hear the hero’s voice through the phone.

“Keigo I’m sorry I- I thought you were out with mom?” she replies. I simply rest my head on her chest, holding myself from touching her tits. How fun would that be..

“Yes I am, but she forgot something home so I decided to fly back and get it. And I forgot the damn keys at the restaurant” he groans. “Just open the door, I can’t enter through the windows either they’re all closed”

“Okay but-”

“Baby you’re sweating” I whisper, grabbing her hand as if to reassure her everything will be alright. Though the excited smile on my face is anything but reassuring.

“Kei I’m- I’m not at home. I just.. had to go to the store for a bit.. I’ll be right back”

First there was silence on the other line. Her panicked eyes stare at me, and I nod in approval that she is doing well.

“Store? At this hour?! ” Hawks says. “Y/N.. it is almost 11, there are no stores nearby open at this hour.. and even if there was, a girl can’t just go out on her own so late. What if something happened to you? You know how many villains I fight daily?”

Tch, now he started scolding and being the protective big brother he is. Gimme a break.

“I know Keigo but I’m fine, really. Since I couldn’t find anything I’m just walking home now okay? I’ll be there in a minute”

I can hear Hawks letting out a sigh, and she quickly slides off my lap.

“Alright, but don’t start wandering aro-”

“Oh come on!” I groan, not caring if I was too loud. I grab her phone and hang up on him, and she looks at me shocked.

“Dabi!! He will kill me!! What if he heard you?!” she starts pacing around, anxiety clear on her face.

“I don’t think he heard me, but even if he did, must’ve been the wind,” I grin but she is clearly in no mood for jokes.

“I have to go- we can meet another time at a more appropriate hour okay?” she says, fixing her dress.

“So you do want to meet another time huh?” I say, grabbing her chin and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “That makes me feel real happy, princess. Now go, before your brother starts looking around for you, we don’t want him to find us together~”

She gives me one last smile before running back home, I still follow after her to make sure she’s arrived safely. Don’t want any villain around to harrass her on her way.

I chuckle, fixing my pants and staring at the bulge, my cock still rock hard as I remember the warmth of her ass on top of me.

Tch. Need to do somethin’ about this quick.

Tags: @mostlyheinous @dabislittlebeaniebaby @touyalove @awalkingshame @dabihawksluva @syrenkitsune

[joannasteez]

crying, laughing, loving, lying - being comfortable is no good

pairing: roman reigns x angel (black oc) warning: this little chapter is all angst and unfortunately barely features angel. but i'm giving backstory!! no other warning besides swearing and talks of divorce. authors note: i love imperfect characters. so yummy. first chapter found here. word count: 1700

roman loves his job. he loves the campus. and he loves his office —which to him, despite seth's modernistic sneering, is wholly traditional—outfitted tirelessly to suit a timeless sense of taste. dark wood furnishings and overly warm lamp lights. deep shelf walls and old brass ceiling fans. the neat clutter of sports paraphernalia surrounding unread midterm papers —which detailed in their own ways and intellectual fashions, the steady rise of sociopolitical tensions of pre-world war-two society through a 1936 olympic games lens — and once looked over defensive plays meant for forthcoming football games. and this here was his little heaven, his peace, but said peace was being tainted. squandered and spat on. because of all the days he'd chosen to settle in at the office on campus versus doing work from home, she, had stopped by to see him this day. to parade around that pitiful frowning in her lips and the beautiful, un-useable ring she'd never bothered to just get rid of.

and he was very specific about not getting it back. about not wanting it back. about her even selling it, if thats what she wanted. since she'd always done what she wanted anyways. what difference would it make if she sold the eighteen karat in exchange for whatever dress or lamp or table caught her eye? roman really couldn't give less than a shit what she exchanged it for, just as long as he'd never have to see it again. because all the memory is stored there, in the all those beautiful cuts of diamond. but then again, as he said to himself, 'amina does what she wants', including showing face when showing face was exactly what he didn't need. 

he seems to be the only tired one in all this. the only struggling survivor, hell the only survivor really. amina's face feening to look written in a perpetual state of guilt which was complete, utter bullshit. but then again disingenuous was her forte. and roman was sure that the divorce lawyer was the happiest they'd ever been. maybe even eating off the money they'd made at the expense of his failed marriage. but who knew. at this point, who fucking knew. 

his glasses give the ring clarity. a shine. making his jaw twitch and his foot shift till his knee jumps. all of which are involuntary. and this burns his core, the very base of his belly, because why does the discomfort take him so wholly?   unsullied and lacking compassion as it travels his skin. 

he can feel her eyes fixing into him. screwing hot over every line and detail of his freckled face as she waits. and oh does roman make her wait. letting the silence drown the room till theres nothing but the whipping spin of the ceiling fan and the warm lamps singing with a buzz.

"are you gonna say something?"

and all he can remember is his bed. the distress of the sheets and the boiling heat in his body. her moaning and then the absolute fright. the guilt as she forced her body away into the wall, the sheets surrounding her, drowning her up to her neck. his fingers cold from the breeze. 

the ring still on her finger. why even keep it on?

something in roman's skin flares. a burning irritation. an anger bought on by the existence of anger itself. because why should he be reduced to something this wild and ill-controlled? why should he be the one suffering, feeining stability. why should a simple ring bother him so much. he was, is, better than this, better than the pity written in her eyes. he hated this. why didn't she just fucking sell the damn ring. 

"hows terry doing?", that name like poison on his tongue. the whole memory of it coming up to dry his throat till he's tasting bits of bile. his fingers flexing as he takes to fingering over the stacks of papers at his desk. "still enjoying my headboard?" 

"don't do that...", amina's eyes averting. guilt, guilt and more guilt. "...don't, don't bring him up like it's on him". 

"oh?". a scoff but a laugh too. disgust and amazement. but he's irritated too. surprised. "is this accountability? are we in the end times finally?" 

she sighs exhausted. "roman". 

"amina", exhausted too but wryly so. to dig into her skin in any way he could. 

and when she takes her beat, which he finds annoyingly dramatic, staring into his eyes with all the sincerity drawn up from her gut to say "i'm sorry", he still can't find the will to care. 

and he tells her as much.

"i. don't. care", pushing the ring with his finger over toward the edge of his desk. the fast motion threatening to knock it off the surface if not for amina snatching it mid drop. "take the ring back. pawn it. sell it. shove it in an envelop and burn it", rising from his seat to take a stack of book at the side of his desk to the deep shelf wall. his body tall and wide and rife with anger. "i don't give a shit. i don't want it". 

he can hear her shifting to get up too. her heels clicking small. cautioned steps. not so far but not too close. and now he's sees that's just been the regular state of affairs for everything concerning them. an arms distance of romance. 

"it belongs to you". 

one of the books tighten in his hand. a hard cover stress ball. "the simple fact, that i keep saying i don't wan't it, and you keep shovin' it in my face, really just lets me know you’re here to twist the knife". he shelves the books impatiently, the slotting of them ending, each, with a thud into the wood. "just give me this one thing. listen to me this one time". 

amina takes her turn to bristle. to advance at him and laugh. mirthless and mocking. 

"you wanted the wedding in the summer, so we planned it for july. you wanted to move back home, so i followed you", each click of her heel harsh against his office floors. straining to creak till it's edging into his skin. "you wanted the bigger house and you didn't want me to work and you didn't want me to hang around certain men. i always listened to you". 

'no', roman thinks. whipping away from the shelf. his ears scorching. "wrong", his pointing finger toughing into his chest. "i didn't want you around terry because he was a dog in fucking heat every time you were near him. and everything was always negotiable. i never forced anything". his blood pumping sharp and wild. "you liked me making decisions. you liked being taken care of. i made shit a playground for you, and you ran it to hell till you got caught". 

"negotiable? really?", amina's voice shrill and wavering. "like its a fucking business deal? well so much for a fucking merger of equals”. the ring clutched in her fist, her balled fingers pushing into his chest as she clicks up to him. no longer an arms length away. "you just knew that you knew what was best all the time". 

and when he refuses to accept her forcibly pushing against his chest, the ring falls. 

"and the one thing i didn't know?", his face a breath away from hers. the warmth of vanilla filling his nose. making his screen cringe and his jaw tighten. "that my wife was getting fucked cervix deep in my bed by terry, every other weekend since the night of our wedding". 

"it wasn't every other weekend". 

he laughs. from his belly and with a soft trembling in his nerves. his body uncomfortable still. bothered by the shake of his own anger. "but it was in my bed, in the sheets i bought".

she sneers. her eyes rolling harsh.

"everything with you is always, i and me". 

"yes amina", his tone patronizing. "because you cheated on me. you never even tried", his head shaking. "im not the villain in this". 

her eyes glisten. welling to threaten the breaking out of tears. 

"i had no voice. no say. no room to make mistakes with you. everything was always handled. i couldn't breathe". 

"why not say something?"

"you wouldn't have listened". 

he scoffs. "you don't know that", walking briskly to his desk. collecting the stacked papers to shuffle them inside the thick leather of a messenger bag. he needs desperately to leave. to come from under the thick air of the room. "because you never considered trying. and thats the one thing you can never say i didn't do. i always tried to make you happy. making things comfortable". 

"being comfortable isn't this good thing you keep making it out to be". 

he was over it. over the heat boiling his skin. over the aching in his chest. the lumping in his throat. the sharp pricks in his eyes. the mindless way his jaw twitched to tighten. and he was over seeing amina. he needed something liquid, strong and relieving. and he had papers to grade, he didn't need this. not now. not ever again. 

"if no one has ever told you before, i need you to know that you are filled with a concerning amount of bullshit". 

amina snatches up the things she came to his office with. being sure to leave the ring. "well look at us being two peas in a pod". 

her heels click out of his office. the silence enveloping him again. his shoulders heavy and his eyes tired, from the lateness of the day and the threat of tears. 

and the ring is still there. still and unmoving. his fingers curling to fist but lacking the heart to pluck it from the floor. 

his phone buzzes. angel's name popping up against the screen. a warmth fighting greatly to overtake him as he opens up an image she's sent, but it fails to do anything worthwhile. the chill in his bones icing over so easily that his nerves feel beholden to deaden with a cooling. 

text message | angel : ready when you are

and the heart to reply is void in him. more piqued that amina had destroyed his mood so much that it'd left him hollow enough to leave you unanswered. and God was the urge there, just not great enough to overcome the anger pushing deep in his skin. 

[admistedenslush]

Eve’s Curse ( part 2)

Aemond Targaryen/Reader/Jace Velaryon

Summary: In paradise, you and Jace live peacefully until a fallen angel disturbs the peace.

Warnings: nsfw, fem!reader,

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Bringing Jace into partaking of the flesh of the hanging fruit, colored like the deepest crimson, was a task easily accomplished with your guiding presence. Despite being blessed with godlike attributes, his mortal nature meant that he knew the concept of surrender well. This was the mutual understanding shared between you and Jace. Submissive inclination seemed to flow within both of you.

And then there was Aemond, resplendent with flowing locks of ethereal silver and wings that towered above even his own form, was more than just a purveyor of pleasure–he offered enlightenment of the mind as well.

“The Gods desire you subservient, feeble. Have you forgotten Baela, Jace? She defied the act of submission, and thus she descended into the depths of darkness.”

Aemond's voice resonated with fervor as he cast his eyes downward, his expression tinged with sorrow.

“Thrown from divine favor, scorned as a demon, Baela's fate was cruelly born.”

Jace's brows furrowed as a wave of recollection washed over him, bringing back memories of his first companion, Beala. The gods held disdain for Beala's unwavering strength and authority, resulting in her sudden vanishing.

Perplexed, you peered at Aemond, searching for answers, before turning your gaze towards Jace, your confusion evident.

The fallen angel glided towards you, his face adorned with a sad but knowing smile. He conveyed a depth of understanding, as he spoke with a voice that carried both lament and compassion. His words cascaded from his lips like notes from a melancholic melody, and his eyes gleaming with wisdom borne of countless ages.

“You, woven with threads of vulnerability and humility, your very form shaped at an angle unfamiliar. But know this: the clay that birthed your being was diluted and diluted again, like vessels tainted with the weight of shame. They believed a woman should forever dwell in the shadow of a man, confined to a space predetermined. Can such a twisted perception ever be called love?”

Aemond knelt down before the two of you, his hair grazing the ground. He stared intently at you both, his sudden movement catching you off guard. However, without skipping a beat, he continued speaking.

“I, once the brightest star in the heavens, have fallen to the earth below. My flames flicker weakly, my radiance dimmed. Once favored like you, I am now banished to hell. And yet, I humbly bow to your will, ready to assist you as an equal.”

You and Jace exchanged empathetic glances as you observed him, filled with compassion.

“They unjustly ripped away my eye from me in a mere instant, a casualty of a thoughtless dispute.”

You lowered yourself to a kneeling position too, embracing Aemond's visage in your hands. Though a gentle burn danced upon your skin, there was an intoxicating, pleasurable quality to the sensation. It was a blissful torment, a pain that brought an exquisite sense of satisfaction.

His melodious hum filled the air, reverberating through your core as his fingertips caressed your forearms. Each stroke was a tender invitation, a delicate dance between touch and sound that conveyed a profound connection between you.

Aemond placed his fingers on your chin, drawing you closer until your lips met in a deep kiss. His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth in a passionate and intimate embrace.

When the angel's lips parted from yours, a gentle sigh escaped you. You kept your eyes closed, basking in the intoxicating feeling of his touch. Your lips, still pursed in a silent plea, yearned for the return of his soft caress.

Aemond smiled, his eyes meeting Jace's, an impish glint shining within them. With confident playfulness, he spoke, his voice carrying a delightful anticipation.

“Come, Jace. I want you to have a taste as well.”

The air crackled, bearing an enticing invitation that hinted at shared desires and intimate discoveries. In that instance, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of you poised on the precipice of an exhilarating journey into uncharted territory.

Jace's heart raced as he watched the two of you, already feeling a surge of pleasure. Beads of sweat traced their way down his forehead, and he eagerly accepted the invitation to join in.

“Go ahead, Jace,” Aemond encouraged. “Kiss her and let her see just how much she means to you.”

You broke out into giggles, pulling Jace down to the ground. Your lips met his neck, trailing kisses along his skin and then down to his chest, indulging in a gentle bite on his hardened nipple. Jace's mouth parted, unable to contain the raw, guttural moan that erupted from deep within him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tightly clenched.

“What's happening to me, Aemond?” Jace rasped, his voice both vulnerable and filled with longing as he sought understanding.

With silent grace, the angel didn't utter a word, but extended a hand towards you, guiding your fingers to Jace's hard cock. The angel's touch was both gentle and commanding as they guided your hand in smooth, deliberate strokes, coaxing waves of bliss to wash over Jace.

Before Jace could finish, Aemond interjected, pulling your palm away from its place.

“Sweet thing,” Aemond murmured, his breath warm against your skin, “let him squirm. Don't let him take his satisfaction so easily, for he hasn't earned it. You deserve more, don't you?”

The tantalizing proposition hung in the air, inviting you to partake in a game of desire and control. Aemond's words ignited a primal instinct within you, prompting a delicious and exhilarating power shift, where you could tease and deny Jace's pleasure, ensuring every moment was savored to the fullest.

“Yes, you're right,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. Without hesitation, you took Jace in your mouth.

Aemond's voice carried a sinister edge as he said, “Indeed, like so… and when his trembling resumes, simply let it slip from your grasp.”

Jace's face was obscured by the weight of his sweat-soaked brown curls. While he was desperate for any kind of relief, he found it difficult to listen to the both of you. Unbeknownst to him, the plans to subject him to torture went unheard, leaving him oblivious to the impending ordeal.

The relentless torment went on unabated, pushing Jace to the limits of endurance. His cock turned a fiery red, its skin worn and raw from the ceaseless friction and pressure, throbbing with a mixture of anticipation and pain. As Jace's tormented mumbling and desperate struggles persisted, Aemond, compelled to restrain him for his safety, resorted to a forceful yet strategic measure. Aemond secured both of Jace's hands, rendering them helpless, pressed against the unyielding ground. Despite the restriction, Jace's body stayed to writhe and contort.

“Please, I implore you, put an end to this,” he cried out, his voice filled with desperation.

Aemond reached out, his fingers brushing against his cheek, and whispered in his ear,

“Yes, I think we ought to do that, Jace. I think it's your turn now. How do you need her? On all fours? Or would you rather taste her?”

Jace's eyes narrowed with a smoldering intensity.

“I want her on all fours,” he asserted, his voice filled with possession.

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so sorry I wanted to finish this but I haven’t written smut in years I forgot how to😭😭 I kept cringing at my writing

@valleyof-goldenlilies

[mindful-hempress]

There are two sides to a coin, a simple flip of probability, endless techniques synced with duality; so why come to me as if I welded a sanctimonious key, delicately painting this angelic portrait you think you see, gently perched with a halo and alabaster wings?

Subdue this curiosity, indulge closer, unwary novelty; when slithering inside one's wildest dreams, it discloses deviant thoughts and libidinal screams, tainting the heart until I permit your release, but not before I explore beyond adjoined, to feed from your core through fruitful loins, consume all, pearlescent seeds, please, do not be naive, I only receive nourishment from worthy beings.

Now flow like the river branding eternity, be voyeur to earth-ployed wonders pirouetting raw proximity, slicing crucifixes into bound wrists and ruby knees, but I am not here to be your holy trinity. I dwell for blood and souls’ unraveled purity.

Walata M.

[romantique-dreams]

EDDIE 'THE PLEASER' MUNSON.

warnings: 18+, minors dni!!! slight religion mentioned, oral receving (f), slight swearing, corruption kink (if you look hard enough), dom!eddie, sub! reader, brief mention of the smell of marijuana, bdsm (barely?). if you find anymore that i missed please let me know!

Eddie was no people pleaser, that’s one thing he was sure about. But anytime it came to you he was laying out a red carpet just for you to walk on. There was no way that man was going to let your pure persona be tainted by the nasty in the world, and his actions showed it.

With every kitten lick to your dripping core, to every open mouthed moan swallowed by your kisses. He was going to suck all of the impurities from within you. No matter when, or where it was. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good baby, you’re gonna forget about all the awful things in the world. Your soul is going to be so cleansed and pure, just for me,” he leaned down and whispered as both of his hands held yours above your head. “You won’t need anymore church, or blessings from your father, nope. All you’ll need is me.”

“A-all I’ve ever needed is you,” you hiccuped as you writhed against his touch. Your body was in a constant state of confliction. You felt so dirty, but it felt so right. 

One of Eddie’s hands traveled down, fingers lingering with each intentful touch, until he reached your side. His fingertips dug into your pliable skin, controting to the shape of his palm. You were sure he was going to leave bruises behind. You never cared though ‒ you’d let him do his worst to you if it meant being able to keep him forever. 

“That’s just what I needed to hear, angel.”

With one swift motion of his you were flipped over onto your stomach, on both hands and knees. Your lower half was completely bare and on display to his liking. You settled your head onto his pillow that smelled of marijuana and 3-in-1 Suave shampoo, and let out a shaky breath, letting his scent calm your trembling body. His hands explored each concave and apex of your body. The end of his exploration stopping at the inner of your thighs, his silver rings in a drastic contrast of the heat radiating off of your core. 

“Gonna make your worries go away,” he spoke through gritted teeth. His left index finger rubbed small circles on your skin, small goosebumps raising in response to your impatience. His slender digit found your clit, swollen and pulsating just for him. He began his actions gently massaging your button, eliciting an other-worldy whimper from you. 

His other hand gave comforting squeezes while he toyed with your aching core, your hips slightly gyrating under his touch. Eddie slowly pushed one finger in after gathering your arousal on his finger, and went in until his finger was completely submerged within you. He turned to the motions he knew that made you mewl and cry out for him. He began to curl his finger towards him, your walls clenching around him. You had done this to yourself plenty of times before, but his fingers filled you up, way better than what you could have ever imagined. 

Eddie was great at multitasking when it came to pleasing you. He never faltered on his small thrusts of his fingers, which was now accompanied by his middle finger, while his other began to work on your swollen bundle of nerves. 

“Let me hear those noises, pretty girl,” he growled at you as he took one hand away to place a small slap on your ass. 

You yelped softly and lurched forward a bit, until you finally surrendered to him. “Fuck‒, Eddie, please.”

His hand working at your clit was soon replaced by his mouth that had seemed to work wonders. He hadn’t had much practice with anyone else, but he had every touch to you memorized. He studied everything that made you come undone. He knew you like the back of his hand. He knew just what drove you insane. 

He began to gently suck against your swollen nub, flicking it every now and then, with the unholiest squelching sounds coming from behind you. He could tell you were getting closer. Your sounds were growing in volume, your legs were beginning to tremble, your walls were squeezing the absolute fuck out of his fingers almost making it impossible to curl them inside of you.

 “You can get there, baby, I know you can. Want you to come for me, ‘kay?” 

His fingers picked up their pace and his mouth never let up, sucking until you felt your whole body tense up. A wave of warmth rushed over you, your cheeks flushed and your hands dug into the sheets that laid on his bed. 

“I‒,” you hiccuped. “I’m gonna‒,” was all you could get out before you were letting loose. Your whole body lost all traction you had on his bed and fell forward with a scream leaving your lips. You clenched your insides around his fingers, but he was relentlessly still pumping them in and out of you. You were overstimulated as your juices covered his hand and his face, did you just pee? What the hell?

Eddie came up for air, panting softly as he spoke, “Sweets, you just squirted. Have you ever done that before?” He stuck his two fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your sweet tanginess. 

You flipped yourself over, chest heaving with each breath you took. “I‒ What?” You widen your eyes and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. You were a mess now, sweat droplets forming at your temples and just above your upper lip, your hair was falling out of its neat ponytail you had put in, you had a small puddle of dampness beneath you, and your school shirt was crumpled up above your breasts. Who knew where your skirt was at this point. 

With an abrupt tug Eddie hooked his arms around both of your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. His eyes had darkened, mischievousness brewing in his gaze. 

“Don’t worry about it, my love, " he cooed. "But we’re doing that shit again.”

another little drabble/oneshot that i just pulled out of my ass. this is my first somewhat smut work i've ever written so i'm so sorry if it's not that good LOL. i have no idea how to write smut. it's not really proofread but i will be going over it after it's posted and seeing if there's anything to fix! i just wanted to be able to post something while i try to muster up enough energy to start writing part 2 for my series. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! let me know what you think! -g

[finnickfan8]

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x reader

Genre: high school AU, fluff, smut

Summary: Peeta is the same age as Finnick along with the other tributes and they’re all 18 year old seniors in high school! Reader and Peeta have crushes on each other and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Smut, language

Your dad, Haymich Abernathy, was a victor. This meant that you were one of the richest families in District 12. Your mom, Effie Trinket, was very supportive of everything you wanted to do. This meant that you mention wanting something or wanting to do something and the next week it was done. This was how you had played at least ten different sports throughout the years and had thousands of toys. Your dad, however, was more of a disciplinarian in a sense. He wanted your people skills to be top notch in case you ever were reaped, leading to the compromise of pageants. It was a way where you could show off your talents, your mom could dress you up, and your dad could coach you on speaking.

Your walls were filled with crowns, medals, and trophies. The soft glisten of your triumphs were sometimes blinding, but in a good way. Glitter and rhinestones lined not only your dresses, but also your future.

Your grades were pretty good, they have to be for pageants. Everything you did just screamed pageant girl; you were popular, you were very feminine, and you were adored. Everyone loved who they thought you were, your performance. You had everything, but a boyfriend.

Your best friends were living the life with their cliques and boyfriends. Well, not Johanna, everyone thought the two of you were dating for a while. You didn’t mind, she agreed that y’all would get married if you’re both single at thirty, but for now you had other plans. You had had a crush on the shortest captain of the football team, Peeta Mellark.

Peeta was always at your house, hanging out with your dad, and you always ran your pageant walks for him. Katniss was also over frequently, but less now that she was caught with Gale in the broom closet. Katniss was your friend and she knew you liked Peeta, but that never really got in the way.

Your first period, you sat between Johanna and Annie, but behind Peeta. You slowly tapped the blonde boy on the shoulder, Peeta jumps, turning his head slowly. “Yeah Y/N?” The attractive man smiled, twirling his pencil.

“Dad wants you over for dinner tonight if thats okay with you.” You gently smile at him. You glance at his hand, watching the pencil swirl rhythmically in his burly hands.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay.” The male notices you staring and chuckles internally. “Six still?” You nod, glancing in to his puppy dog eyes. Today he was wearing a white cotton shirt and some brown cargo pants. The shirt was baggy but tight on his arms, making his biceps bulge gloriously. The purity of the white fit him like a puzzle. Although 18, Peeta was less tainted than his peers. Peeta had never had a real kiss, only an on camera one with Katniss in the games. Compared to the desperately promiscuous gremlins at your school, Peeta was an angel; pure, sweet, and radiating light.

You smooth over the hem of your skirt, nervously pleating it back up again before repeating. Although a moderate temperature in your house, you felt cold in your core, your abdominal muscles contracting. The frigidity of the room faded as you flapped your hands up and down to shake the nerves. Tonight you were going to catch Peeta’s attention. You curtly head downstairs, your heels clicking on the hardwood floors, your hair flowing swimmingly behind you as you accumulated some speed in your step.

Peeta had every girl in school fawning over him now that he was rich. Love notes were a daily for the young adult, nevertheless he diffidently declined all of his admirers and vixens. One thing was on his mind; becoming Haymich’s son officially. By that he intended on marrying you. Admittedly, it was a little fast for him to already have images of you in a white dress. Peeta paid no mind to the fact that the two of you weren’t even dating yet, he wanted to make you the happiest girl ever.

This is why his breath stopped at your elegant waltz down the grand staircase in the middle of the Abernathy house. Your eyes traced his figure, his dress shirt and slacks doing it no justice. You had seen what you would call “sporty Peeta” in all of his glory; pads on, jersey raised slightly revealing his glistening abs, tight white snap in football pants, and messy wet hair sticking to his sculpted face. You had much discernment as to what he hid under the button up.

You sat next to Peeta, your perfectly manicured nails pressing against the table to provide mental relief. Your dad signals for you to eat as soon as your well adorned mother joins the three of you. Effie had always been a doting mother and to your dismay, an oversharing one too. This entailed anything from her sharing baby pictures to strangers to inviting random classmates of yours to your pageants.

“Y/N here is participating in the ‘Miss Career’ pageant next week, isn’t she just so talented?” Your mother started the conversation out with an awkward gloat about ‘her precious Y/N.’ Peeta looked you dead in the eye, boring in to your soul before nodding at your enthusiastic mother. “She’s about to make an appearance on the big screen for the next Hunger Games if she wins. As a prize, you get to be the opener for the games.” Effie claps her eager hands.

“Oh I know, Y/N is quite beautiful.” Peeta smirks at you, searching for a reaction on your now thunderstruck face. “She’s also one of the smartest girls in our class.” Your father lets an approving smile grace his lips, nodding at you. “Would you guys mind if Y/N helped me on some assignments after dinner?” a chorus of ‘no’ from your parents rang melodically through his willing ears. The dinner got progressively more lively before coming to a halt via Peeta’s ‘academic drive.’

You lead the older to your room, softly taking his calloused hand in yours. The shine of silver crowns blinded your study buddy’s doe eyes, “Your mom wasn’t kidding.” He mused, taking a seat on your bed. “I guess i’m not the only one who thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in Panem”

You whip your head towards him, “Is that what you tell all your fangirls?” You roll your eyes narked at his roster of women who would be happy with him simply sighing in their direction.

“No, actually.” Peeta motions for you to sit before gently cradling your face. “I tell them that I have a girl I’ve liked for a very long time.” The warmth of his touch was nice on his rough yet weirdly velvet hands.

“Who? Katniss? What you said on T.V. seemed pretty legit.” You leaned closer on the last few words to emphasize them. Your breath warmed his lips, his large lands moved to brush them through your hair.

“What I said, was about you Y/N, or should I say Miss Americana?” That was your latest title that you had just won the week before. Enamored with how Mr. Capitol had found out, you put your clammy hands over his.

“How’d you know?” The weary words cracked past your lips like an impossible feat. A smile greeted you from the blonde athlete’s face.

“I was there.” You haphazardly tosses caution to the wolves, pulling him in to kiss you. His buttery soft lips pressed back against yours, lovingly. “Wow. I never figured the Y/N Abernathy would be the one kissing me.” He teased before pulling you in again. You broke the kiss, much to Peeta’s complaints, to go lock your door.

You continue to lock your lips and let them dance in feverish passion. Your hands roamed over the silk of his freshly pressed charcoal dress shirt. Peeta’s ready hands start to unbutton his own shirt, helping you slide it off of his broad shoulders as you start on your own garment. His taught muscles are hungry for your cherished touch. You slide your now unbuttoned blouse off your body.

Peeta wasted no time before kissing on your neck, nearing your round bosom. “May I?” Peeta never wants to make you uncomfortable, so he insists on affirmative consent. You simply not in response, although you seem just as needy as him, a nod wasn’t enough. “Use your words please Lovely.” His voice isn’t demanding, but it’s firm and strict yet caring.

“Yes, please Peeta. I’ve liked you for so long please I want you to do this.” You pleaded before he finally took your red bra off, your breasts hardening in the crisp air of the room. He slowly trails love bites starting at your neck. ‘Love bites’ was the only way to describe the marks he left. There was no feeling of possessiveness or even lust in them, just a physical expression of how much Peeta loved his woman.

Peeta suckled on your tender nipple softly, making sure to be gentle with his ‘Love.’ You let out a soft breathy moan as his sucking gets a little rougher. “Mm Peeta you’re doing so good.” you praise quietly. Blood flushes to Peeta’s now hard member at the praise.

“I don’t really know how to say this, but can I please eat you out?” Peeta had always wanted to make you feel good and your first time was going to be the best, he’d do whatever it took. You continue to moan at touches to your hips.

“Please Peeta, Please do that.” Your wish is Peeta’s command, he hangs on your every word. He hikes up your skirt, leaving kisses on your now soaked underwear. He basks in the delight of being between your thighs. He pushes your panties aside, taking a long strip up the middle and around the outside. The taste of your arousal was intoxicating, addicting, his new vice.

With a pointed shape, his tongue slowly drags in a zig zag pattern, flicking his tongue to your swollen clit. The skill in his mouth elicits a wanton moan to escape from your puffy lips. His tongue draws patterns and shapes in to your greedy heat.

Your hand flies down to Peeta’s hair, tugging gently. “Oh my goodness, Peeta!” you cry, thank goodness for thick walls. He slowly adds his ring finger in to your soaked hole. You squeeze your thighs gently around him, writhing under his skilled touch.

“Feeling good, Princess?” You moan in response to the nickname. He speeds up his finger in your hole, curling upwards. You nod at his question, earning a stern look from the older. He speeds his finger up, “Words, Lovely.”

“Yes oh my, yes!” You cry, wiggling your hips up at him as he adds a second finger. You wince at the stretch but are okay with it after a second. Peeta leans in to lick your clit, causing a build. Your walls flutter around his thick fingers. He could tell you were close.

“Please Y/N, please let me make you feel good.” He begged. You whined, needing more as you bucked your hips at him. Your edge was near. “Come on Baby, cum on my fingers. You got it, you’re doing so good.” With that you came undone, liquid coating his fingers. You panted and looked at him with half lidded eyes. A large hand rubbed at your thighs lovingly, “Would you like to continue? We can just cuddle and watch something if you would like.”

“No, I need you inside me now please.” You pulled him in for a desperate kiss. You put your hands were on the back of his head/ neck, pulling him in for more. He got the idea and started to undo his belt without breaking the kiss. You both gasped for air as he slid his tip in your slick, swiping it back and forth. He slid his tip in and paused.

He slid in inch by inch until he bottomed out. Before he started to move, he noticed blood run down your thigh. “You’re a virgin?” he held your hand as you nodded. He kissed your forehead tenderly, transferring the warmth of his heart to yours. The pain caused by his huge length and the stretch of your puckered hole. Then he started to move, giving his all to you like you’re giving to him.

His eager hands palmed at your breasts, his girth filling you out in a way like no other. You never knew your first time could feel so euphoric. The Brobdingnagian amount pleasure you felt right in that moment made all of the pain worth it. All of the waiting to have Peeta in this position had paid off. Call you a prognosticator because you knew you could have him twirled around your finger eventually.

Peeta put your legs over his shoulders so he could hit your spot better. His big hands pressed down softly on to your stomach, feeling himself moving within your tight walls. He was besotted with the mesmerizing sensation of you clenching round him, sucking him in subsequently to his ravaging thrusts.

“Peeta” You groaned before pulling him in, syncing the thrusts of his hips with your mouth. You lean up to mark his muscular neck. You left sloppy kisses atop of him. As Peeta starts to get close, he tweaks at your perky nipples. You’re both nearing your edge. “Peeta you make me feel so good!” you scream, clawing at his bare back. He flipped you around, your knees on the expensive comforter, your fleshy ass up so Peeta could see the fullness of your cheeks.

He threw his head back in ecstasy as he thrust up in to your muscly heat. You needed closeness to your lover, you kept your hands behind your back. He took a them and held them, rubbing his thumb over your white knuckles. He left small kisses on your neck, pressing his affection in to you. The intimacy in the acts sent both of you to the edge of your climax.

“Shit babe, close.” He mutters to you. As you cum, he pulls out and cums in to a condom that you didn’t know he had on. Your legs were still quaking when he went to your attached bathroom to go get you a towel.

As Peeta wiped you off, he kissed your inside of your thigh. “You’re.” kiss. “So.” kiss. “Perfect.” Then he placed a kiss on your lips. Peeta had his own room in your house, as did Katniss, because their families usually spent holidays and other events with yours when they weren’t doing so well. Peeta slid his boxers back on and headed to his room, grabbing a shirt and a water out of the mini fridge that Effie constantly restocked. Peeta headed back to your room, giving you the shirt and water.

Peeta searched your drawers to find a sports bra, figuring it would be more comfortable. “I’ll go in to the bathroom so you can change.” He started towards the restroom, pausing at the door fran before turning his head. “Drink some of the water, call me when I can come out, I’ll go get you a snack once you’re done.” You gave Peeta time to wash up before calling him back in.

“I’m not hungry.” You proclaim before remaking your bed and collecting the discarded clothes. Peeta makes you go sit back down, continuing the clean up. You sip on your water, observing. “Would you like to cuddle, or do you want to be left alone?”

You didn’t even think, “Stay, please.” You pat your bed and climb in. You let him put new boxers on before he climbs in next to you. Peeta pulls you in to his chest before handing you the remote so you can pick a movie.

Peeta cranes his neck down to look at you. “Y/N, would you maybe want to be my girlfriend?” Your golden angel boy asked. You shoot your head up to look at him.

“Duh” You responded before pecking him on the cheek and pulling him closer to your now warm body.

“I can’t believe the queen of pageantry herself is my girlfriend.” You roll your eyes playfully at the comment.

“Whatever Mr. Heartbreaker.” You tease back before he kisses you. What a perfect night.