#tips for choosing locks

[melancholytimes]

I had already liked them because of their uniforms but I wanted to watch everyone play before choosing who to root for and I've decided to lock in on the Laces. Those are my girls

[jinwoosungs]

02/06/25; 06:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you give them consent to make their fantasies come true with you ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: some of these were inspired by spicy fanart i’ve come across on twitter / x 🙂‍↕️

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

“care to repeat that, sweetie?” sylus’s gaze was filled with a fierce hunger he reserves only for you, hands already relinquishing its hold on the gun that he had just been polishing prior to you coming into his office.

your breathing comes out in ragged breaths, anticipation coursing through your very veins as you repeat your words to him, “i said… as a gift for you, you can do whatever you want to me.”

he stands up from his desk immediately, loosening the tie of his suit while taking quick strides towards you, “that’s what i thought, kitten.”

he takes a hold of your chin, pressing a searing kiss against your lips. as he could feel you melting into him, sylus slides his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him before carrying you towards the settee in his office.

he continues kissing you deeply, hands gripping at the front of your blouse before tearing the flimsy fabric off of you. you were about to whine about the loss of your favorite blouse, only to have your words swallowed by yet another searing kiss when sylus delves his large hands into the waistband of your skirt. your breathing hitches when you felt his fingertips linger against your clothed center, setting aside your panties to push a thick finger into your heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you cry out to the onychinus leader, your nails digging into the sofa’s armrest as the squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking in sylus’s fingers echo throughout the office.

“hn, you’re already so wet for me, kitten. tell me, do you want it?”

you end up moving your cunt up and down his hand, giving him eager nods while begging him to fill you up with his cock. needing no further urging from you, sylus removes his thick fingers from your slick folds. you whimper at the sudden loss of him, however, you did not wait for long when you heard the sounds of shifting fabric before the tip of sylus’s cock was felt at your entrance.

with his powerful grip felt at your waist, sylus pulls you into his lap while sheathing himself inside of your slick walls in one, swift thrust. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, simply bouncing you up and down his cock with a smug grin on his face. as he works on using your cunt as his personal toy, you felt him lean in to whisper in your ear, “you know, i didn’t lock my office door. so anyone can barge in at any moment now, bearing witness to how you’re practically drooling on my cock.”

embarrassingly enough, sylus’s words succeed in making your walls clench further with need for him, doing your best to bite back your moans as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock with fervor.

zayne was in a middle of a conference call when you bounced yourself up and down his aching cock.

when you told zayne that you didn’t mind making his fantasies come true-

you were not expecting the professional doctor of akso hospital to go this far.

on the speaker of zayne’s office phone was a male colleague, giving a lecture about the new medications that just released for the treatment of heart failure. as his voice droned on and on, you forced yourself to keep your moans and soft mewls to a minimum, riding zayne with an eagerness you had never felt before.

this was such a new side to him, one that you hadn’t seen before. each time your moans got a little too loud, zayne would send a harsh smack! against your backside, giving you a look of disapproval while slowly attempting to remove his erection from your slick walls.

each time he tries to pull away from you, you would shake your head, your eyes pleading at him to give you another chance. zayne would frown at you, placing a single finger against his lips before slamming you back down on his cock. while zayne remained utterly unfazed, you nearly cried out at the sudden sensation, forcing yourself to remain quiet before continuing to ride him.

and even when you felt the embarrassment of potentially being heard on the other line, you couldn’t deny how hot zayne looked at the moment. his glasses were askew while his hair remained a mess from the sheer amount of times you had run your fingers through them. and despite his prior harshness to you, it was obvious that not even he could hold back his expression of pleasure, pursing his lips while he lay back in his seat, simply basking in the feel of your walls surrounding him as the lecture went on.

you swallow thickly when xavier’s eyes darkened after you told him he could do whatever he wanted to you tonight-

forcing you to take a step back when xavier pounces on you, hovering over you in bed as he picks up your hand to place a kiss at the back of them. “then forgive me, my starlight, since i won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

giving him one last nod of consent, you gasp when xavier surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands grip at your shirt, taking off your clothes in a rush as he left you utterly bare for him. his darkened gaze filled with lust was all you could see when he pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his erection before placing the tip of it on your lips.

“make me feel good.” xavier’s demand only serves to make the ache much more prominent between your legs, and you followed his command by leaning forward, allowing his cock to rest against your tongue for a brief moment before taking him in.

you move your head back and forth at a steady pace, basking in xavier’s grunts and moans of your name. while his hand was felt gripping at your head, you felt him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, setting a desperate pace that had you seeing stars. as you worked on lubricating his shaft with your saliva, you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth, all too ready to swallow what he had to offer when xavier pulls away from the confines of your mouth with a single pop!

“that’s enough…” he manages to stop himself from cumming in your mouth, hands now spreading your legs before settling himself between them. your breathing hitches when you felt his cock tracing at your folds for a brief moment before completely sheathing himself inside of you, making you cry out to him as he began to pump his cock within your heat, never once stopping until he was satisfied.

rafayel was all too eager to make his greatest fantasies come true with you, allowing you to step into his art studio as he haughtily demanded that you strip yourself of all your clothes.

“rafe, you want me to do what?”

“i think you heard me loud and clear, princess. i want you to take off every piece of clothing that you have, remain bare for me before settling yourself on my couch.”

with a sigh, you ran a hand across your hair before giving him a nod. you slowly take off your clothes, tossing them to the corner of rafayel’s studio. with each piece of fabric you had taken off, you felt the lemurian’s heated gaze on you, never once looking away as you felt the heat blossoming beneath your skin.

when you were finally left bare for him, rafayel takes a moment to admire your form, shaking his head while calling himself a lucky bastard. he gestures at you to lay back on the couch, “relax and look languid for me, princess.”

swallowing thickly, you give him a stiff nod before laying back on the couch, your arms spread comfortably across the pillows while feeling the cold air touching your breasts as it causes your nipples to harden in response. “perfect.” rafayel’s voice takes on a deeper tone when he grabs his sketchbook and charcoal, working on sketching your likeness.

a few minutes pass, and you could already detect the effect you were having on rafayel, seeing the noticeable tent against the front of his pants. the sight of his erection straining through his clothes makes your mouth water as a whimper escapes from your parted lips.

“rafayel… please. don’t make me wait for you any longer... i-i need you.”

his dilated eyes meet your gaze, and he could see the moisture pooling within your pretty little flower, seeing it clench with need for him. letting out a grunt of your name, rafayel tosses aside his sketchbook, taking quick strides towards you when he leans down to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

just mere moments later, rafayel takes off the rest of his clothes before putting you in a mating press, allowing your legs to rest against his slender shoulders as he kept pounding his cock into you over and over again, the sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in reverberating throughout the studio as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

the moment you told your boyfriend he could do whatever he wanted to you within the comfort of your bed-

caleb wasted no time when he sheds off your clothes, leaving you naked for his eyes alone. a flash of satisfaction was seen in his gaze before he presses your naked body against the top of the mattress. you were given little time to react, head spinning slightly as you became achingly aware of the sounds of caleb hurriedly taking off the rest of his clothes, the sounds of shifting fabrics as he tosses them aside to the corner of the room.

you hear his heavy breathing and attempt to look back at him, only to feel his large hand pressing down against the small of your back. “not so fast, pipsqueak. you are going to remain in this position until i tell you to move.”

a shiver was felt running down your spine at the sound of the possessive edge in his voice. not wishing to upset him, you remain obedient, pressing the front of your body against the bed while resting your cheek against your comforter.

you wait with bated breath for his next move, suddenly feeling caleb’s heavy body pressing down on your back. his breathing was hot and heavy against your ears, feeling his teeth lightly biting down on your earlobe. you shiver at the sudden sensation, letting out a soft moan when you felt caleb spread your legs further for him, his cock brushing against your cunt from the back before completely sheathing himself within your heat.

his powerful biceps comes around your neck just then, keeping you in a headlock while he kept pounding himself in and out of you. the sensation of lightly being choked by him along with the thick feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace makes you see stars. you were certain that your eyes had hearts in them with how good your colonel was making you feel.

feeling the way your walls clenched oh so sweetly around his cock, caleb lets out an amused chuckle. tightening his biceps around your head while giving your hair a kiss, he whispers hedonistic praises to you in hopes of making you fall apart for him. “that’s my good girl, taking me in so well. i promise i’ll take you to heaven soon, baby.”

end notes: just another thirsty daydream to celebrate 2k followers (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[readwritealldayallnight]

There are less than ten minutes left until midnight when you realize you can’t find Ghost anywhere

The local bar you and the rest of the 141 are visiting tonight is packed tight, on account of it being only a few minutes before the new year

The Lieutenant had mentioned stepping out for a smoke a while back, but had yet to return to the table you were all occupying

It was silly, but a small part of you had been harbouring some hope that you might get a kiss at midnight this year

It wouldn’t be so silly, if you were hoping to have that kiss with anyone other than Ghost

And yet, that was exactly the man you’d had your eye on all night and all year if we’re being honest-

“I’m going to run to the ladies room really quick.” You murmur quickly, hopping out of your bar stool before anyone can realize you’re slipping away, their attention focused on some story Soap is recounting enthusiastically

You work your way through the densely packed crowd until you make it to the back entrance, finding the door propped open with a brick

Carefully pushing it open and poking your head out, you scan your gaze around the back alley until your eyes land on none other than the tall, dark figure of your Lieutenant, leaning against the brick wall a ways down further away from the light, the smoke from his cigarette wafting from his hand

Wordlessly, you make your way towards him, his attention never straying from the hole he’s currently staring into the wall ahead of him, even as you step up next to him and lean your own shoulders against the bricks

Only when you let out a small sigh does his head instinctually turn towards you, even just the slightest fraction, and he slightly raises his cigarette towards you in offering, bringing it up to his own lips to inhale when you shake your head

You can’t help the way your eyes naturally follow the movement, zeroing in on the pair of lips you’ve spent so much time thinking about and such little time ever seeing with your own two eyes

You’re certain it must be the liquid courage still running through you that prompts you to speak up, otherwise you don’t think you’d ever be brave or foolish enough to look him in the eyes and say, “Hey Ghost, when was the last time you had a midnight kiss?”

You only know he’s heard you because he cuts off his inhale abruptly, eyes snapping towards you, exposing his genuine surprise for only a split second before he’s recovering already, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and letting the smoke out, taking those precious seconds to absorb your words, before carefully choosing to say:

“What are you fuckin’ goin’ on about now?”

“You know,” you quickly reply before you can feel too embarrassed to back down. “A kiss. On New Years Eve. At midnight. People do it all the time. When was the last time you-”

“Never.” He replies bluntly, throwing his cigarette butt onto the ground next to him, stomping it out with his boot before turning to face you fully

“Oh. Really? Because I-”

“Is tha’ what you came all the way out here abou’? A bloody kiss at midnight?” A chill runs down your spine at the sound of Ghost’s rough, Manchester accent just uttering the word kiss. Your eyes are locked on his lips as they form around the word, failing to notice how his own eyes are now glancing down at your own mouth

“Fuckin’ hell- come here then.” He playfully rolls his eyes before pushing off the wall, taking the small step it takes to close the distance between you, his one hand coming to pull his mask up just a little further until it’s resting over the bridge of his nose, while his other hand is slipping behind the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you towards him without hesitation

Your hands land on his shoulders, reaching up on your tip toes when he slots his lips over yours, just as you hear the crowd inside the bar chanting, “…three, two one, happy new year!”

You’re not sure which are louder, the fireworks erupting outside on the streets or the ones going off in your head as you kiss Ghost back

Before you know it, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you breathless where you stand

He allows himself one last glance down at your lips before he’s pulling his balaclava back into place, reaching an arm around your waist to turn you back around towards the propped door

“Come on, pretty. You’ll catch a cold. Ya didn’t take my jacket I left for ya.” He says, paired with a sneaky smack to your ass as he leads you back inside, where there are three men waiting, and though they’d been occasionally entertaining other women throughout the night, they each had realized they couldn’t find you as midnight approached

[torpublishinggroup]

"5 Tips for Dating a Werewolf" by TJ Klune

1. If a werewolf has locked onto your scent, it is best to let them get as much of it as they can. If they are in shifted form, it might mean a wet nose to your face or a tongue in your hair. Fear not! They are, in a way, like a large dog, if a large dog were capable of human wants and whims. If you find yourself in such a position, do not move! Let the werewolf finish its scent-marking. It could take anywhere from five minutes to six days, so get comfortable!

2. Should you find yourself in possession of a dead animal left upon your doorstep, don’t scream and/or vomit! Chances are, it is from the same werewolf who sniffed you, wanting to make sure you are provided for. This is how a lycanthrope expresses interest. Be careful not to offend the wolf, as they might be watching from behind a tree or a bush. If you are averse to blood and gore, pretend someone dropped a cherry pie filled with bones on your porch.

(On the off chance that the dead animal was left by a cult and not a werewolf, please be prepared in case you are marked for a ritual sacrifice.)

3. Going on a date with a werewolf can be a fun event! Given that you might be in public, it would be best not to ask your werewolf suitor to “shift in the middle of an Applebee’s just to see if it scares the server into giving free appetizers.” While many people enjoy mozzarella sticks (especially when given under threat of fangs), using your werewolf in such a way to get fried cheese is considered bad form. Your werewolf has feelings, and no one likes to be used.

(If your werewolf does shift to get you cheese, reward them by telling them you think they are the greatest creature in existence. Positive reinforcement goes a long way!)

4. Uh oh. Your werewolf has driven you home, arches a single, devastating eyebrow, and says, “Are you going to invite me inside?”

Remember, werewolves aren’t vampires, meaning they do not need permission to enter your residence. However, good wolves always wait for permission before entering a dwelling that is not their own.

In this case, given the arched eyebrow, the werewolf is hoping to be invited inside for “adult activities.” This might include rolling on the carpet or having sex in the kitchen and/or up against a wall. If you choose to do this, you might see the werewolf’s eyes flashing. Good news! This means the wolf is having a wonderful time.

5. Your wolf stayed the night! How lucky are you? If you wake up the next morning with the shifter lying on top of you, it is very important that you do not move until they have decided to move on their own. Waking up a sleeping wolf can sometimes be difficult work, but if you keep a squeaky ball next to your bed, now is the time to put it to good use. Squeeze it near the wolf’s ear and ask, “Who’s a good boy? Who wants to play with the ball? Is it you? Is it you?” Your wolf will most likely glower at you and threaten your life, but if you squeeze the ball three times, the wolf will be distracted. Throw it to the floor, and as the wolf chases after it, consider making waffles! Werewolves love waffles.

(God help you if you make pancakes. You have been warned.)

If you have survived these first five steps, you are to be commended! That means you most likely will have a werewolf for the rest of your life. A werewolf is a commitment. Adopt, don’t shop!

[goaskangel]

boyfriend!suguru finally fucking you!

cw : dark themes, reader is implied to have a toxic ex, gross n pervy suguru, taking advantage(?), first time fucking, shame and humiliation

word count : 1k

suguru couldn’t even compare to your ex-boyfriend. his features much too perfect. his long, inky locks that drape down upon him like a statue; clean shaven face and a pale complex complimenting his black hair. tall, broad body that almost seems unreal. 

no matter what he wore, whether it be casual wear or his lushful silk robes, which he promises are for his great-motivated, good-intentioned religious group, he just looks absolute. 

so good to you too, a man of masculinity and delicacy. understanding and reassuring, often guiding you with his soft words. not at all manipulative, you tell yourself. more encouraging. he's knowledgeable; people come to him with their problems, so how lucky are you for him to choose you? you find your heart swooning over him, like your former boyfriend’s exploitation and misuse all disapeeared. suguru does so much for you. 

you can’t help but open up to him. his almost paternal instinct towards you is intoxicating, so comforting. he deals with your past mistakes and engraved trauma so gently, telling you it’s not permanent, that growth’s the only way out. his sweet face smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. his eyes showing real worry and compassion. 

the day comes, when you tell him you want him, his gaze shows something immoral. 

he wastes no time, god forbid you change your mind! his lips find yours impatiently, his usual soft holds feeling more like gropes, possessive and needy. his larger and dominant frame pushing you towards your shared bed before kissing you. getting you ready with your head timidly resting on fluffed pillows, suguru’s body between your thighs. 

his flowing layers of fabric coming undone slowly as he reveals inches of his skin piece by piece. you admire the sight with the anxiety bashing behind your eyes. having been sexually intimate wasn’t a part of your agenda after your ex, the fear of being hurt and used threatening to prick your waterline. 

no, no, your suguru wasn’t like that. much too confident and sweet to even dare about touching you like that. 

but unknown to you, his solo orgasms would only come to the thought of you. his distressed, pretty baby craving just love and affection after what happened and god, did he wanna give it to you. days of fisting himself to the thought of the fear and lust in your face when he finally gets his hands on you, and here you are beneath him. 

he peppers kisses on your neck as your hands push up against his chest, his big hands snaking their way to rid you of your clothes. left in your bra and panties, slightly shaky. 

“scared?… don’t be scared, pretty.” he hovers over you, intoxicating you with all of him. burly muscles and sensual bronze body, long hair and a lustful musk. he strokes the side of your face and kisses your lips. 

you can’t speak, too overwhelmed with the sight so you gaze down at the little space between your bodies. watching as he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and tossing them. you want this but you can’t help but close your legs, keeping your fidgety hands delicately under your breasts. he takes this time to unravel the rest of himself, his cock finally unconfined and unbelievably hard. you shudder, your stunned look coming back to look at him. hungry and mean, suguru’s sly gaze coming face to face with you as he forces himself back between you, “yeah, there it is.” his fat tip brushing up against you naturally. you whine at the exposure but he shushes you, sitting up properly to get into a more controlled missionary. 

“sugu…” you wince at the tight grip he has on your thighs as he lines himself up, your mumbled words going unheard. 

satisfied but still longing, he lets out a groan that goes straight to your core when he pushes himself into you. your clamping down onto him, tight and wet. so, so hot as he fucks his heavy cock into you. his pace hitting you deeply, a sudden wave of embarrassment and shame comes through you. shame from enjoying this again, so stupid but it doesn’t matter–he’s yours and you’re his. you repeat that in your mind until he speaks, 

“yeah, that feels real good, huh?” cooing down to your neck again, whispering, “he fuck you like this, mm?” 

you tense up, unsure fingertips grazing his wide shoulders as you stay speechless. 

“such a tight pussy, must’ve had some fun breaking you open.” 

“oh–god–” shame, shame, shame.

“this how he did it?” his teeth threatening against your ear as he fucks his hips into you throughly, “while you were cryin’ and beggin’. mmm, he told you to stay quiet? yeah?” 

your eyes water, your hold on him getting tighter as you hide in his neck. “shh, shh.” teasing you, humiliating you, when you sniffle. 

“stay quiet for me, girl. be quiet an’ it’ll all be over soon, okay?”

“suguru, please…” 

“mhmmm.” he humps himself into your very aroused cunt, the obscene sounds could’ve made you moan aloud if it weren’t for his words. he presses open mouth kisses onto your flushed cheeks before pushing his tongue into your mouth. your already troubled breath hitching again as you swirled saliva into each other’s faces, your boyfriend’s large tongue fucking your mouth. 

when he pulls away, to get a good look at you whilst still rocking his hips, he catches a glimpse of you blinking away hot tears. catching your breath with glossy eyes and a tight grip on him. 

“don’t cry, you feel good, baby. c’mon now,” grinning and thumbing the wet stripes away.

“you take my cock so well, jus’ what you were made for, hm?” 

you pout your shiny lips and nod, slowly getting dazed as your orgasm reaches you. his dirty, perverted words getting you the closest you’ve ever been so quick. his groans and breathing picks up when he feels himself getting to the edge. 

“so perfect for letting me do this to you, haah–perfect, perfect girl.” bucking his strong body into you before fucking a fat load directly at the surface of your sweet cervix, your wet walls coming right on his cock, practically sucking every drop of his seed into you. eek you really are so perfect for him!! 

masterlist

[rafesangelita]

hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? i’m a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and i’d love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)

warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance

a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when they’re excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if it’s incorrect lol

before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldn’t have it any other way. his friends however, weren’t very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.

which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. “so this is why she has you locked away, huh?” you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. “what the fuck, guys?!” rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. “you left the door unlocked, playboy.” topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafe’s chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.

“are you okay, baby?” rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. “i’m in my bra and panties!” you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafe’s bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. “y’all should’ve called me or something.” his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.

“she has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?” no, the answer was no. “it doesn’t matter, you two shouldn’t have walked in like that.” topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. “chill, man, we just came to see our boy,” kelce slapped rafe’s shoulder, “and beat your ass at poker.” he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ‘not a chance.’ before going upstairs to check on you. “y/n?” you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.

“hey..” you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. “why don’t you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game we’re gonna play.” you shook your head, recalling topper’s words from earlier; ‘so this is why she has you locked away, huh?’ locked away? really? “i better not, you should go have your ‘bro’ time, i know it’s been awhile..” you smiled, hoping he didn’t catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. “i want you with me.” he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.

“what if they don’t, though?” rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. “well then they can leave.” he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. “the girl scout is joining us?” you didn’t miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. “yes, she is. is there a problem?” kelce mumbled a ‘no.’, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.

rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didn’t know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. “there’s no way!” topper slammed his losing cards on the table, “i have nothing!” kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. “if i flip this card and it’s right, i take all of this.” the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.

“with this money we’ll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?” you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. “calm down, do you really have to be so loud?” your smile dropped, along with rafe’s. “forreal.” topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.

“what’s up y’all’s asses? she’s just cheering,” rafe pulled you to his side, “just a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.” in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldn’t help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.

“we hardly see you anymore, bro, we just don’t understand why she can’t lay off sometimes.” topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldn’t believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. “has it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.” topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.

“and not that it matters anymore, ‘cause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, “and i’m keeping the beers assholes!”

rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. “don’t cry, sweetheart, they’re both idiots.” you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. “talk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.”

[777rare]

THEIR AROUSING THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU~

PILE 1 PILE 2 PILE 3

AN 18+ PICK A CARD READING~

• When choosing the Piles, please be sure to choose your piles in the following ways, according to your preference:

1. Close your eyes for sometime and think of the three numbers (1,2,3) to see which number is calling out to you the most. The number that feels the most magnetic to you is the pile you pick.

2. See the images and truly ask yourself which one is calling out to you. The image will stand out the most to you or you will feel a very strong urge to stare at that image out of all of them.

3. You can meditate to feel which pile is calling out to you as well.

• Choose a pile that undoubtedly calls out to you. The pile can call out to you in many ways, be it the picture, the energy pulling you towards it or the number attracting your attention.

Also, this is for entertainment purposes...mostly..and if a pile feels off, try choosing another pile💖👍.

Let's begin~

.

Pile 1

CHANNELING SONGS AND LYRICS:

SONGS:

• Paradise - Bazzi

• Stuck with you - Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande.

• Beggin' - maneskin

LYRICS:

• "Hands on your body, I'm grabbing your ass. Enjoying the movement cuz life move too fast."

• "Don't know if it's the drink I poured, but I swear I've never loved you more."

• "So lock the door, and throw out the key. Can't fight this no more, its just you and me, and there's nothing that I can do, I'm stuck with you"

• "I'm begging, begging you~ put your loving hand out baby."

• "Something in you, lit up heaven in me. The feeling won't let me sleep. Cuz I'm lost in the way you move, the way you feel."

• "Call me, when it's after dark, something in the way you wanna talk. Touch me, tease me, fill me up."

.

The tip of the iceberg:

My pile 1's, your person is having arousing thoughts when it comes to having you alone with them. They wish to be locked in a room with you, like in a large castle but with only you two in it. Yeah, its like even if the place is extremely large, they want only you both in it.

I see him/her wanting to see you pleasure yourselves in front of them where they are challenged to not be affected while they have this urge to just blast off lol. They imagine using their hands on you or you using your hands on them like a handjob, fingering or fisting, etc. They find your hands very attractive and/or you find their hands very attractive too.

There's something about ropes and pulling here, I'm channeling that for this person there's a need to tie you down so as to not loose the opportunity of pleasuring you. This person wants to make a river...if you get what I mean. This person wants to wet the sheets as much as possible. This person wants to see you orgasam multiple times.

.

Main:

There's is this strong energy and desire of this person to be completely left alone with you. They do not want anyone around when you're together and that turns them on when you focus entirely on them. They crave the attention. I just heard 'horse-riding' which strongly channeled as a message that this person wants to ride you or have you ride them, they want you to jump on the dick and make them moan loudly.

They are wild! They find the fantasy of fighting for you or this person and multiple other people fighting over you very arousing. This person wants to hold you tight while pleasuring you, like grabbing your hips as they begin to move faster and grabbing your hair tightly as they fuck you from the back or while having you give them head or a blowjob or when you are eating them out.

They love the thought of you grabbing their hair as well. They see you as this souce of purity that they dont want others touching. They wanna make you cum so many times,man, this human needs to chill! They wanna watch you moan their name as you pleasure yourself and when they pleasure you.

This person really wants to make you wet, like so wet, they'll need a boat lol. There is so much of cups and wands energy here which gives me this hot and sweet dynamic. This person is extremely passionate and yet very reserved but they tend to have arousing thoughts only for those they trust in the connection. This person is quite heavy on the fire though.

.

Deeper:

Again, with the image in this stargazer card, I'm getting that this person really gets aroused just watching you or your photos. They have arousing thoughts about just watching you pleasure yourself right in front of them while they can only watch. I'm also getting the image where the person also begins to feel restless as they watch you pleasure yourself and you notice the erection if the person is a male.

This person fantasizes about dicking you down (I'm sorry but I just heard that lol). They want the type of sex that will break your back on my god and the bed. I just heard "don't break her heart, break her bed.". This person thinks about fucking you on the ground, while you try to grab on to something but are left to just drag your nails on the floor and even grabbing this person hips to thrust Against them harder or have them thrust Against you harder.

They also imagine poople being outside the room and covering up your mouth while thrusting harder into you just so the moans are not heard {if this person is a woman they imagine you doing this to them}. I also just channeled the kitchen floor..like anywhere but the bed.

This person also imagines looking down on you while you stare into their eyes, on your knees and are sucking their cock (my spirits need to chill) [if this is a man] and right after that they wanna rub your lips while adoring your messed up face..if you know what I mean (if it's a woman, then they fantasize being the one on their knees and having you rub their lips after, basically vice versa).

I'm also especially getting the scene in the movie, 'Another 365 days' where after the wedding, Laura pleasures herself while Massimo is made to watch her but he breaks the ropes and pounds her...yeah.

Your dynamic is similar to Laura and Massimo's dynamic.

.

PILE 2

CHANNELING SONGS AND LYRICS:

SONGS:

• Are you even real? - Giveon, Teddy Swims

• This is what you came for - Rihanna

• Pillowtalk - Zayn Malik

• Under the influence - Chris Brown

LYRICS:

• "You're so beautiful, spiritual, more like a miracle. Part of me's scared that you might be invisible."

• "Made up in my head, or are you in my bedroom? Questions that I ask ever since I met you."

• "Baby, this is what you came for, lightning strike everytime she moves, and everybody's watchin' her, but she's lookin' at you."

• "So we'll piss off the neighbours. In the place thats feels the tears, the place to lose your fears yeah, Reckless behaviour. A place that is so calm, so dirty and raw."

• "I don't know what you did to me, your body lightweight, speaks to me."

• "Can't keep my hands to myself, no matter how hard I'm trying to."

.

The tip of the iceberg:

Right off the bat, my PILE 2's, this is no superficial connection. Like a fling or anything. It's much deeper than that. There's so much black and white with this connection though, it gives me yin and yang energy. This person's arousing thoughts dig down deep, it's like they don't imagine just fucking you, they imagine devouring you like a vulture would devour a body (not like they want you dead, please don't think that).

They imagine dark truths being revealed to eachother while intertwining your bodies with one another. You, this person or both of you are very very deeply spiritual or have deep interest in the occult and death. This person has arousing thoughts of having emotional sex with you, don't get me wrong, it's not like the mushy emotions, it's like fucking you slow and with rhythm movements while you or this person introspects and let's go of emotions that they or you have suppressed.

This person is not exactly lustful, they want to deepen the bond through sex since sex is the Union of two souls. This person imagines having intercourse with you on a stormy weather near the fire. This person wants to bring a storm and I just heard "I can make it hurricane on it. Hunnid bands, make it rain on it. Tie it up, put a chain on it. Make you tattoo my name on it, oh. Make you cry like a baby, yeah". Overall, This is giving me strong tantrik sex.

.

Main:

This person has an overflowing amount of emotions for you and they usually express it when having sex with you in their thoughts. I see this person is quite reserved, they have the knack of showing an image where they are hard cored but deep down they are soft cookies. This person wants to be in charge of your dick or pussy (that's what I hear, my angels won't chill).

This person gets turned on by the thought of just suddenly pinning you to the wall or have you do that to them, like you know, catching them off guard (vice versa). They see the activity of just being extremely raw with eachother and having sex as a battlefield lol. They want to be completely raw here, with no boundaries or rules.

I heard "doggy-style" so I'm getting that this is a position, they fantasize fucking you in or you fucking them in the doggy-style position. I'm also getting collars so this person can imagine putting a leash on you and pulling your neck from behind while fucking you or you doing that to them. This person has this need to feel like they're the only ones who can actually turn you on and make you extremely wet.

This person craves control over you in a sexual way. There can be an age gap, no matter how close or far. I just heard "youngblood, say you want me, say you want me." Which clearly indicates his/her desire to be all that you want. Also, the part where I mentioned the "make you tattoo my name on it" is a clarification that this person wants to be the only one who owns your dick or pussy.

With this, I'm getting that this person wants to make you orgasm, and only then will they be truly satisfied or vice versa. This person wants to finish inside of you and watch your pussy filled up with cum or wants you to see how much you've filled them up. This person gets aroused just looking at your ass, they imagine you sitting on their lap and rotating your hips in their dick or vice versa.

They wanna grab your ass and even slap it while fucking you (vice versa). They also get very turned on by the thought of you giving them a lap dance, them giving you a lap dance or both ways.

.

Deeper:

Immediately I heard blow job, God. This person is wild at night, especially if it's a woman. This person gives me such "Can't keep my hands to myself" vibes. This person is aroused by the thought of having a friendly physical fight like a pillow fight with you or a tickle fight with you and they end up pinning you to the ground or bed with them on top of you.

This person honestly has a lot of desire to have that devotional sex with you, like tantrik sex where you are immersed in one another so much to the point, your surroundings don't exist. I also get that this person wants to lock eyes with you while fucking you just to see how much pleasure you're feeling that's fuels the horniness in them.

They are aroused by the thought of being the person who can exactly pleasure you or hit 'bulls eye' when it comes to your kinks and desires in bed. This person imagines your moans as they enjoy watching how pleasured you are which is shown in your expressions and your tight grip on their skin. This person really wants you on their lap or wants you to ride them on their lap (vice versa), its a huge turn on for them.

I'm especially getting the scene from the series 'Sex/Life' where Billie and Brad and fucking in his new apartment while the song 'Teach me by Nicole Simon' plays in the background (Season 1, Episode 6).

Your dynamic is similar to Billie and Brad's from 'Sex/Life' series.

.

PILE 3

CHANNELING SONGS AND LYRICS:

SONGS:

• Can touch you...there? - Michael Bolton

• Father figure - George Michael

• 34+35 - Ariana Grande

• Pray - JRY, RuthAnne

LYRICS:

• "Can I touch you there, touch you deep Inside. Can I touch your heart,the way you're touching mine, can I touch you there? Touch you deep within oh~"

• "I will be your father figure, I will be your preacher teacher, anything you have in mind."

• "You drink it just like water, you said it tastes like candy."

• "I love coming for you baby, and it's killing me inside. I've been dying for you baby, almost every single night."

• "Pretty mind. Silk thoughts. Start a fire when you turn the lights off."

• "Got the neighbors yellin', "Earthquake", 4.5 when I make the bed shake....we started at midnight, go 'til the sunrise....But who's counting the time when we got it for life?"

.

The tip of the iceberg:

Okay, my PILE 3's, first of all I heard "out of the box" and then I get the card "The Unseen" which strongly gives me a message that this persons arousing thoughts and kinks are not so common to have. I heard 'Flinn Rider' so if this is a man, he's most likely charming like Flinn Rider from the movie, 'Rapunzel' or has similar behaviours like him (idk why but felt the need to mention it).

This person imagines a lot of sexual things with you in it, it's like an entire story in their head. This person wants to impregnate you or have you impregnate them, or they imagine just dominating you in the bedroom. This person is aroused by the thought of your holes when wet (I try to put it in a proper way but there isnt anything I can do, this is what I heard).

This person also imagines eating you out till you cum or vice versa. This person wants to have sex with you for a long duration of time, never short, like till you faint or make them faint. Strong BDSM coming through, this person can be a Masochist or get aroused to the thought of you being a masochist where you like being fucked hard as hell and pounded to the point you can't get up for some time, maybe even a day or two. They want to pound you, damn right, they want to see your legs shake when they grab your hips tight as they cum inside you or you do that to them (if this person is a woman).

.

Main:

Right away I get strongly that they wanna show you off, like sexually. I get biting kink coming through as well, they get aroused thinking about giving you hickeys or you giving them hickeys. I heard "missionary" so this person can want to have sex with you mainly in this position. I also get that this person imagines shifting paces out of nowhere while fucking you, like pushing it slowly in and out but suddenly going in and out faster than ever, it's like they wanna surprise you and see you moan with pleasure from their sudden movements or have you do that to them (for if this person is a female).

This person wants to show you off, like "see what I've got, haha you guys can't have it, your loss.". I'm getting this image where this person is making his/her friends watch you both have sex in a room through a one-way glass and this person's friends just watching what they can't have. This person also gets imagines showing you off by taking you to public events and grabbing your hips so as to show off to others that you are theirs only.

This person is quite kinky in nature, like really kinky and they just wanna fuck you till the world ends at this point lol. This person gets extremely turned on and aroused by the thought of tying you up and you submitting to them, it's giving "50 shades of grey" vibes. This person fantasizes carrying you to the bed and just throwing you on it before getting completely wild or you doing that to them.

This person also imagines holding your body on top of theirs while they push their dick in and out or have you do that to them. They can also have a teacher-student roleplay kink where they pretend to teach you how to do sexual activities or have you teach them and punish them in sexual ways if the mess up or vice versa.

.

Deeper:

I get strongly that this person is aroused by the thought of you being a problem for them...like a guilty pleasure because the lyrics "Tequila and Vodka, girl you might be the problem" and "With her wine stained lips, yeah, she's nothin' but trouble." (Gender doesn't matter just cuz of the lyrics) are continuously repeating in my ears. This person can compare you a lot to an addictive substance like Liquor.

Okay so this person gets turned to the thought of training you sexually or you training them that way. This person wants to push their cock in as deep as they can just to see you moan loudly in pleasure while you grab them tightly (vice versa for if this person is a female). This person wants to hear you moan, not just whimper and make tiny noises, they wanna make the people outside the room hear it too to the point when you and them moan loud enough to turn the neighbours on too lol.

This person's kinks and desires are deeply rooted to a father figure and a teacher, idk why but its coming in TOO strong for me and I'm hearing it continuously like an alarm. This person is quite tempted by you because I keep getting the image of a snake that reminds me of the snake in the 'Adam and Eve' story.

I'm also especially getting that "50 shades darker" scene where Christian carries Ana to his bed and fucks her while the song 'Pray by JRY and RuthAnne' is playing in the background so that scene can be quite significant here.

Your dynamic is similar to Anastasia and Christian's dynamic.

.

Thankyou so much for reading through this post, I really hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it.

Feel free to share which pile you chose and do reblog if you found it accurate!💖🙌

Thankyou and have a great day ahead! ✨

[xyywrites]

Using motifs to create thematic depth.

Motifs are one of the most powerful tools a writer has for weaving deeper meaning into a story.

What Is a Motif?

A motif is a repeated element in your story that highlights a theme. While similar to symbols, motifs are more dynamic and can evolve as your characters and story progress.

Symbol: A single red rose representing love. Motif: Flowers appearing throughout the story to represent different aspects of relationships—love, decay, growth, and loss.

Why Use Motifs?

They deepen your story’s meaning. Motifs give your readers something to latch onto, creating a sense of unity.

They enhance immersion. Repeated elements help ground readers in your world.

Tips for Crafting Effective Motifs

1. Choose a Motif That Fits Your Story’s Themes

Ask yourself: What’s the central idea of my story? Your motif should subtly reinforce that idea.

Theme: Resilience in the face of hardship. Motif: Cracked glass—a recurring image of something that’s damaged but still functional, reflecting the characters’ inner strength.

2. Use Motifs to Reflect Character Growth

A well-designed motif can evolve alongside your characters, reflecting their arcs.

In the beginning, a character always wears a watch to represent their obsession with time and control. By the end, they stop wearing the watch, symbolizing their acceptance of life’s unpredictability.

3. Keep It Subtle (But Consistent)

A motif shouldn’t feel like a flashing neon sign. It should quietly enhance the story without overpowering it.

If your motif is rain, don’t make every scene a thunderstorm. Use it sparingly—maybe it rains during moments of emotional turmoil or reflection, creating a subconscious link for the reader.

4. Use Recurrence to Build Meaning

The more your motif appears, the more it will resonate with readers. The key is repetition with variation.

In a story about family bonds, food could serve as a motif.

Early on: A tense family dinner where no one speaks. Later: A shared meal where characters open up and reconnect.

5. Connect Motifs to Emotion

Motifs are most effective when they evoke a visceral reaction in the reader.

Motif: A recurring song. First appearance: A father sings it to his child. Later: The same child hums it as an adult, remembering their father’s love. Final scene: The song plays during the child’s wedding, tying past and present together.

Examples of Motifs in Action

Motif: Mirrors

Theme: Self-perception vs. reality. A character avoids mirrors at first, unable to face their reflection. They slowly start using mirrors to confront their flaws. The final moment shows them standing confidently before a mirror, accepting themselves.

Motif: Keys

Theme: Freedom and control. A character collects keys, searching for one that unlocks their past. They find an old, rusted key, which leads them to uncover family secrets. The motif shifts to symbolize freedom when they lock a door behind them, leaving their past behind.

Motif: Birds

Theme: Longing for freedom. Early scenes show a bird trapped in a cage, reflecting the protagonist’s feelings. Later, the bird is released, symbolizing a turning point in the character’s journey.

Motif: The Ocean

Theme: Emotional depth and uncertainty. Calm waters reflect peace in the protagonist’s life. Stormy seas mirror moments of inner conflict.

Practical Exercise

1. Identify your story’s central theme.

2. Brainstorm objects, actions, or images that resonate with that theme.

3. Introduce the motif subtly early on.

4. Repeat it with variation, tying it to key emotional moments.

5. Bring it full circle by the end, letting the motif reinforce the resolution.

[jjenthusee]

Woven Hands

jason todd x reader

A/N: thank u to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes for their post linked here for their jason headcanons, they got me dancing and swinging my feet while I wait for my classes. 🤭 ENJOY my small drabble, tell me ur thoughts in the comments :D

also small rant but tell me why i never undated my tumblr app and i was struggling for so long and everything didn’t look like how it was supposed to? 😀 please don’t be like me and update yo shiz like responsible human beings

“Don’t make me do this.” You muttered, standing on top of the couch cushions, water gun hoisted in your pocket, filled completely with sink water.

You felt the weight of the water droop in your pants, you squinted, trying to frighten your opponent. You didn’t have a holster, so your sweatpants pocket was the next best thing.

The couch increased your height, made you stand tall, allowed your voice to be more direct. You wanted to overpower Jason, part-time Red Hood, full time smack talker.

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen?” Jason’s eyes lowered, voice deepening to a menacing tone. Invisible cowboy hat tilted on his head.

He stood tall, spreading his legs shoulder width apart, letting muscle memory place him in an opposing stance that’s proven effective each time someone has tried to stupidly test the Red Hood.

He lowered his hands, fingers dancing in the air as he waited to reach for his water gun in his holster.

Lucky fucker was wearing a holster because he’s the Red Hood. Not only does he get a cheat, but he has two water guns?

Completely absurd.

“You might not live long enough to find out.” You tilted your chin up, trying to attempt to be arrogant, but the smirk on Jason’s face was telling you it wasn’t as effective as you hoped.

Maybe if you could actually be taller than him, it would make you sound tough, but looking from just above his eye-level was the best you were going to get.

Jason’s shook his head, slowly, calculating your moves as he never took his eyes off of you.

You met his stare, never blinking as you watched.

You could feel your eyes wavering, shaking the longer you looked.

Jason was calm, his stare locked onto you. Countless interrogations under his belt, aiding him the experience you didn’t have.

“You know we both can’t walk away from this. We have too much history.” He spoke, letting the words settle between your showdown.

You firmly frowned.

“I stand by what I said and if you can’t live with that…I guess you leave me with no other choice.” You quickly grabbed your water gun, angling it to your partner.

By the time you could pull the trigger, water was hitting your shirt. Soaking into your skin as you looked down, watching the fabric darken.

Like in slow motion, you fell to your knees, watching Jason also get his shirt soaked, but not nearly enough as yours.

“No, no, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You dropped your plastic water gun, reaching up with your free hands to grab your shirt.

You plopped down onto the couch, letting your body go limp as you laid there.

“I told you, only one of us would walk away from this.” Jason walked over, kneeling next to the couch, where your body lay.

You reach up, feigning shaking hands as you reached for the muscular man with his imaginary cowboy hat.

You gestured for Jason to lean closer, following along with your antics.

You carefully lowered your voice to a whisper, a final wish.

“Delete my search history.”

You closed your eyes, arms going limp as you stuck your tongue out in a bad rendition of fake dying.

Jason laughed, reaching out to grab your hands in between his warm ones.

You never moved, zeroing in on the feeling of your fingers.

Soft caresses. A small peck before Jason littered your knuckles in kisses. Kissing down to your finger tips, then repeating down to your wrists.

“I should’ve chosen a sword fight, how could I choose water guns of all things?” You opened your eyes, shaking your head as Jason continued to worship your skin.

“You’re just pouting.” He said in between kisses, nose pressed into your palm.

“Come on, you always get to kiss my hands, when can I hold yours?” You watched carefully, thoughts slowly lost to the repeated warmth from Jason’s lips.

“Wanna sword fight to find out?” Jason smiled into your hands.

end a/n: serial hand kisser jason changed my life, thank u pooks for ur headcanons and restructuring my brain. and thank u 🫵 for reading my drabble, i just thought this was a silly idea :D

[princessbrunette]

prisoner!rafe was finally, finally being released, and you just didn’t know what to do with yourself. you barely slept the night before, deep cleaning the house, re-choosing the perfect outfit, making snacks to lay out for him. you felt like your brain wasn’t even working anymore at this point, but what you did know — was that it was about damn time he came home.

you see him at the gate to tannyhill, dressed in the outfit he got locked up in and you feel like you’re dreaming. he’s filling his clothes out more than before, the grey long sleeve shirt now straining against his arms, chest and back — his thighs even seeming to push against the material of his khakis with each step. a million things are running through your head as he approaches, like what the first thing he wants to do might be.

maybe he’ll want to walk around, observe everything at tannyhill that you’ve moved around or adjusted to fit your comfort whilst he was gone. perhaps he’s starving, and you’ll be rushed into the kitchen to start an early dinner. rafe could be tired, and want to slump right down for a nap— or maybe rant about the last day he had locked up.

he’s suddenly infront of you and you’re frozen, staring up at him with big doe eyes before you grab eachother simultaneously, pulling one another in for a bone crushing hug. rafe grips your cheek, kissing you so violently that there’s spit and gloss all over your chin and teeth clash before he pulls away — eyes darting all over your face. what he says next confirms what he really wants to do first. moreso, who.

“yeah uh, take these fuckin’ clothes off before i rip ‘em off. alright?” it’s almost a threat, but you practically vibrate in excitement.

the two of you race inside, and by the time you’ve reached your bed you’re only wearing your skirt, panties and bra. you approach the bed excitedly, stomach bursting with butterflies but apparently it’s not quick enough for rafe’s liking because he effortlessly lifts you under the arms and tosses you onto the bed like you’re nothing, your squeal muffled into the pillow. he’s chasing you up the bed on his knees, and when you try to push yourself up by the hands to readjust yourself — rafe shoves you back down.

your skirt has ridden up to your waist, and when you helplessly glance over your shoulder from your arched position — rafes pulling his cock out all with one hand.

“look uh, i might… i might not last as long as i want to, alright i— i was locked up for a long time. my balls are god damn blue. i’ll… make it up to you.” he winces, slowly jerking himself as you lock eyes. rafe is careful not to overexcite himself.

your brows furrow, reaching back and peeling your panties to the side — revealing the soaked folds that have been waiting nearly a year just to feel him once more. “d’nt care rafey, want you to cum inside.” you whine, and he swears he nearly busts then and there.

“sssshiiiit.” he sighs out in a whisper, letting go of his own shaft to spread your glossy cunt with his thumb, appreciating the fat lips and tight holes. “bet you kept that shit so tight for me huh? holding out for your man n’shit, that right?”

“yes daddy. only want you inside.” you moan, arching harder for his viewing pleasure and he hums, his fat tip gracing your entrance.

“well you’re gonna get just that alright, hold on t’somethin’.”

knowing what he’s like, you scoop a pillow between your arms, hugging it close and sinking your teeth into the plush white. it had been too long, the stretch was going to be lethal.

[jinwoosungs]

04/24/25; 06:00pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they f-ck you in uniform ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

warnings: slight voyeurism and ooc-ness.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

sylus was in the middle of a meeting, his ear pressed against his phone as he sat against his chair with his expensive suit clinging to him. a bead of sweat was felt descending down his brow, and he could barely listen to the poor bastard on the other end because of how your soft mewls of his name kept distracting him.

in the midst of his call, you had entered his office, wearing nothing but a damp robe. it was clear that you had just finished showering, yet he wasn’t sure why you entered his office. he quirks his eyebrows in response, only to feel the heat rush all the way down to his cock when you drop the silky material of your robe.

a devilish expression was on your face when you place a finger against your lips, silently beckoning him to remain quiet before kneeling down before him. you trace at the expensive material of his suit, giving him an innocent smile before unzipping his pants.

he lets out a hiss, turning away from his phone the moment you manage to free his cock from the confines of his pants, his dick already half hard for you when you slowly began stroking it back to full hardness. you take a second to admire his sheer size and girth, giving him a cheshire cat grin before surging forward.

your lips wrap around the tip of his cock before moving your head down the length of him. he hisses lowly at the sensation of your hot and wet mouth (feeling very much like silk) around his cock. no longer paying attention to the call, he grips at his phone “i have to go.” he tells the man with a growl before hanging up the call, tossing aside his phone while gripping your head with both of his hands.

controlling the pace now, he rapidly pushes his cock in and out of your mouth, nearly gagging you when he manages to shove himself all the way down your throat. the pants of his expensive suit were now stained with your drool and the beads of his precum that manages to escape from your lips.

with one last thrust, he shoots the rest of his seed down your throat, letting out a grunt of your name. much like a cat that’s had her fill of cream, you remove your lips from his softening cock, licking at your lips while making a show of swallowing everything he had to offer. sylus’s eyes darken considerably in response, hands coming around to give your ass an audible smack! before picking up your form, settling your heat over his half-hardened cock.

“you’re going to spend the rest of the night making up for ruining my business call, sweetie.”

there was something about seeing you naked, wearing nothing but his white coat that sends zayne’s thoughts into a frenzy.

it started out innocently enough, with you spending time with him in his office, enjoying some takeout you had brought over for lunch. after you had finished eating, you noticed how his white coat had hung off the side of his chair before casually putting it over you.

“how do i look?”

zayne could feel his eyes darken with desire for you, his possessiveness suddenly flared up considerably as his mind began painting images of you naked-

wearing nothing but his white coat as he fucked you against his desk.

yet instead of ignoring such intrusive thoughts-

he acts upon it.

locking his office door, zayne manages to convince you to take off all of your clothes, remaining utterly bare for him as his white coat was hung on your shoulders. he admires your beauty for a brief moment, carrying your pliant form toward the desk as he shoves aside the books and paperwork. settling your back against the table, he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock to you.

his cock was already hard and ready for you, aching with such potency that he skipped all forms of foreplay. gripping at the base of his cock, he carefully leads his cockhead toward your center, already pushing himself into your heat. your reaction was immediate, back arched against the hard surface of his desk while he began pumping himself into you.

and when you became a little too loud to ignore, zayne surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that swallows the rest of your moans.

you always found xavier to be extremely hot while wearing his hunter uniform, hence why you begged him to keep it on as you put on a little dance for him.

and one lap dance later, you found yourself naked while settled on his lap while he sits on the couch. your back was pressed against his chest, legs spread as his leather clad fingertips worked on pleasuring you. the sensation of his slender digits covered in leather pumping in and out of your heat makes your back arch in response.

xavier’s voice takes on a darker tone, pressing the tip of his nose against your damp cheek when he says, “i didn’t know you felt this way when you saw me in my hunter gear. perhaps we should do this more often?”

upon finishing his question, you felt the way he pinches down on your swollen clit, earning a gasp from you when you felt your release rushing out of you in waves. xavier feels the way your walls clamp down on his gloved hands, finding himself addicted to the sensation before acting on his desires.

“tch.” with a click of his tongue, he shoves even more of his fingers inside of you, working on stretching your walls as they continue to clench around them. by now, you were left a trembling mess, feeling the heat coursing through your veins when he tells you, “i’m going to spend hours preparing you for what’s to come. and when you come undone for me, you better ruin my uniform.”

rafayel convinces you to model for him as he wanted to have a rather personal sketch of you. when you asked him what sketch he wanted of you, you assumed that it was a nude one-

and you were partially correct.

because now, you were in fact completely naked, but there was an extra component of having rafayel’s cock nestled deep inside of you. you were left trembling, staining at his pants and white collared shirt with the evidence of your arousal that drips down onto the expensive fabric of his clothes. you were told not to move while rafayel sketched your likeness into the pages of his sketchbook.

time was an unknown concept for you the longer you remained still, cockwarming rafayel as he kept drawing into that damned sketchbook. your cunt was aching, feeling incomplete despite being full of him. the fact that you couldn’t move to try and assuage the ache made it all the more unbearable for you.

tears dot at your vision, and you clench your legs around the lemurian’s waist while clawing at the front of his shirt. “rafe, please… i need you to move.”

feigning a sigh, rafayel admires his sketch of you for a brief moment before tossing the entire book aside. “i’m sorry princess, for keeping you waiting for so long. i should have realized it from the start.”

you were about to ask what he meant, yet lost all sense of coherency the moment rafayel lifts you off of him before slamming you back down on his cock. your mind had a rush of dopamine in response to the pleasure when your lover bounces you up and down his cock while smiling at you, “i should have realized that the real deal would always be better than a mere sketch of you.”

caleb’s possessive nature could no longer be denied when he publicly fucks you while in the midst of a meeting. despite how his men had a lack of free will, the colonel still felt as though their gazes lingered far too long each time you would walk by.

so, he set up a meeting for the very purpose of educating his men that you were his and his alone.

you were hunched over the table, with caleb settled back on his seat while pounding his cock in and out of your heat. a smug expression was seen on his face when he realizes that you were making a complete and utter mess of his uniform. each time he slides his cock back within your heat, your juices would coat the length of his cock before dripping down his pants. while he took his time fucking you, basking in your fucked out expression, he became annoyed when he hears one of his men clear their throat.

“sir, we mean no disrespect, but this does not seem appropriate.”

as if i give a damn. caleb’s thoughts were still in a possessive frenzy the moment he grips at your thighs, now proceeding to bounce you up and down his cock. “consider this to be another training session- no, a lesson that needs to be learned.”

using his evol, he forces all of his men to bow their heads down against the table, forcing them to look away from you. knowing that you were about to cum when he hears the way your breathing hitches and how your walls clench oh so sweetly around his cock, he lets out one last warning to his men,

“if any one of you make any advances towards my woman, you’ll be dead before you even realize it.”

end notes: unedited, bite sized thirst posts to celebrate me reaching 3k followers (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[dawngyu]

THE BLOWOUT

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

sypnosis: When you find out it’s his birthday—and that he’s spending it alone—you can’t just stand by and let it happen. The thought of him sitting, pretending it’s just another day, you’re too soft-hearted for that.

He won’t be alone. Not if you have anything to do with it.

warnings: strangers to friends to?? alcohol, clubbing, petnames, alchohol!games. let me know if I missed any!

smut-warnings: MDNI. fingering!, oral!f&m receiving, unprotected, nipple!play, dirty talk, creampie, multiple positions dom!beomgyu, manhandling, beomgyu being pussy!drunk lol

wc: 4.2k — playlist

notes: happy birthday beomgyu, the love of my life! this fic is for bamtoris/moas (I love u all) and for the deep love I have for this man.

thank you to my beta reader.

Tonight, you're free.

No papers, no deadlines—just a spontaneous decision, with you and your eyeshadow-adorned eyes.

The air is filled with perfume, alcohol, and the distant haze of cigarette smoke. The place is packed with strangers, faces you don’t recognise, voices blending with music. The bass from the speakers pulses through the floor, a song you don’t recognise thrumming in the background. You clutch your purse a little tighter, a subconscious habit, as you remind yourself why you're here.

"One cocktail, please. Something light," you say to the bartender, slipping onto a barstool. The drink appears in front of you within minutes, a delicate swirl of color in the dim lighting. You take a sip, the cool liquid smoothing down your throath. A small, satisfied hum escapes your lips.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You cross your legs, the sparkle of your heels catching in the overhead lights as your eyes scan the room. Most people are on the dance floor, lost in the music, making out in the corner, moving without care.

Then, the space beside you shifts. The scent of expensive cologne, deep, musky, and intoxicating wraps around you before you even turn your head. The bar is nearly empty, yet they choose the seat right next to you.

Dark, deep brown eyes lock onto yours when you turned your head to check. He looks young—mid-twenties, maybe—his sharp jawline and the tall tip of his nose. His hair, a rich chestnut with hints of auburn, falls messily across his forehead, as if styled by pure accident. It’s longer than most men wear it, brushing past his ears and barely settling on his shoulders. The color is striking, almost too perfect, as if painted by careful hands, enhancing the sharp angles of his face.

Your gaze drifts lower. He wears leather—worn yet fitted—paired with dark pants that cling just right. Chains glint at his throat, rings catch the light on his fingers, each piece adding to the effortless allure he carries.

The curiousity of his stare makes your throat go dry. You quickly turn away, pretending to focus on your drink, hoping the heat creeping up your neck isn’t obvious. You swallow hard, quickly looking away, pretending to focus on the last sip of your drink.

The moment your glass is empty, you lift it slightly, signaling the bartender. “Uh—could I get one more—”

“Make it two,” a smooth voice cuts in beside you. A sleek black card slides across the counter. “Her drinks are on me tonight.”

You blink, turning to him. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his gaze locking onto yours again. You notice the pink of his lips. This time, it sends a slow, shiver down your spine.

He’s unfairly handsome.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Besides, I want to taste your drink." His eyes flicker to your empty glass, the faint imprint of your lipstick staining the rim, before trailing up, slowly to your lips. He doesn’t even try to hide it.

"My eyes are up here." you say, tilting your head slightly.

His smirk deepens as he finally meets your eyes, amusement dancing in them. "Yes, ma'am," he teases, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The bartender slides your drink in front of you, and as you bring it to your lips, you can feel his eyes still on you, watching.

"What’s your name?" he asks, effortless.

"Y/N," you reply, setting your glass down.

He repeats it, dragging out each syllable like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "Y/N… It suits you." His lips curve slightly before he leans in just a fraction. "Tell me, Y/N, your boyfriend let you out in that dress tonight?"

You arch a brow, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Even if I had a boyfriend," you say, voice steady, "he wouldn’t get a say in what I wear. It’s my body, right?"

The teasing fades, just for a moment, and instead of another smirk, his lips tug at the corners. A small smile you almost missed it.

"That’s right," he murmurs.

You swirl your glass lightly before looking up at him again. "Since you know my name, I should get yours, don’t you think? I mean, you are buying my drinks."

He leans back slightly, studying you like he’s debating whether to give it up so easily. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he finally says, "Beomgyu."

Beomgyu, who stuck with you throughout the night.

He's there, when you were pulled into a group of random people for drinks. His hands on the small of your back. His eyes never leaving your form for too long. He comes with you whenever you need to take the restroom. True to his words, he bought each drink that you had.

"I mean, it's just so funny that I was crying!" Yuna, a stranger to you an hour ago says, the laughter of people circled around passed. You are now seated in a long VIP black couch, full of people you just met.

Beomgyu immediately notices your shifting beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, this one is... too bitter." You scrunch your face, trying to swallow the last sip, the taste lingering unpleasantly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Beomgyu watching you closely. His gaze flickers to your lips, and without thinking, he wets his own with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm getting you some water," he murmurs, voice low as he leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. A light touch grazes the small of your back before he stands. "Wait for me here, yeah?"

He returns within a minute or two, a cold water bottle in his hands. A small smile tugs at his lips as he offers it to you. “It’s completely sealed.”

“Thank you.” You take it as he twists the cap open for you, making sure you hear the pop of the water bottle, the cool plastic brushing against your fingertips. Around you, laughter erupts—Yeonjun’s voice carrying over the noise, no doubt cracking another joke at Kai’s expense.

“So, why are you alone tonight?” Beomgyu's voice pulls your attention back to him. His head tilts slightly as his fingers brush your face, his touch featherlight.

“Can’t I be alone for a night? You know… to de-stress.”

He chuckles at that, and for a moment, the serious, composed Beomgyu fades away, replaced by something softer, something boyish. The sight of it sends warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Okay, baby.”

Your breath hitches. The casual way he says it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, has you scrambling for composure. You clear your throat. “What about you? Why are you alone?”

He shrugs, leaning back slightly. “Had big plans tonight. Get drunk, party alone. But then—”

“Hey, girly!” Yuna’s voice cuts through the conversation. Your gaze snaps to her just as she singsongs, “It’s you.”

It takes a second for you to register what she means, until you follow her gaze to the bottle lying in the center of the circle, its cap pointing directly at you.

Oh. Right.

You were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

After a nod, you watched as they spun the bottle again, maybe to find you another partner because that’s how the game worked, right? You chewed on your lip, the weight of your own impulsiveness settling in.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to join this crowd, just like it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to come to the club alone tonight. You hadn’t even considered the possibility of being chosen. There were so many people here, what were the odds?

The bottle slowed, your pulse hitching as it nearly landed on someone whose name you vaguely recalled Sunghoon. He was already smirking, leaning forward slightly as if he knew it was going to be him.

But just before it could stop completely, a hand—slender fingers, reached out and nudged it off course.

"Oops, my bad." Beomgyu says, voice light as he tilts his head. "Looks like it’s me."

The room erupts—cheers, whistles, knowing laughter and teases—all directed at the boy who had made no effort to hide just how much he’d stuck by your side tonight.

Beomgyu's gaze flickers to Sunghoon, who meets it head-on. "Any complaints?"

Sunghoon chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Nah, man. All yours. We get it."

Beomgyu doesn’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, he turns to you, unfazed by the stares, the amused whispers buzzing around the room. You, on the other hand, feel bare under their scrutiny, exposed.

Then, a hand appears in front of you.

When your fingers found his, the space did not feel so vast, nor the moment so daunting than you thought it would be.

You were led into a cramped, closet-like space at the back of the room, the air thick with anticipation. Chae-won, the mastermind behind this whole setup, turned to face you both, her smirk widening as her gaze flickered down to your still-linked hands.

The truth was, neither of you seemed eager to let go. His hand was warm, larger than yours, fingers loosely curled around yours like he was holding on without even realizing it.

“Seven minutes,” Chae-won announced, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll knock when time’s up. And no funny business once I opened it, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu answered quickly, but you barely heard him—too busy avoiding Chae-won’s exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, which only made your pulse race even more.

Beomgyu gestured for you to step in first, and you did, he followed, closing the door behind him. The darkness wrapped around you both, forcing your other senses to take over. The space was small, so small you could smell his cologne. You could hear his breathing, steady yet close, feel the warmth radiating from him.

And if there had been even the slightest bit of light, you were sure he would’ve seen how red your face had turned.

“We really don’t have to do anything, you know,” he whispers, his voice soft, almost careful.

You smile at that. You don’t know why, but you trust him—trust him in a way that feels strange yet effortless, like you’ve known him far longer than you actually have.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

A beat of silence. Then, quieter—“You don’t want anything from me at all?”

You hear him swallow, as if your question catches him off guard. “…Maybe a kiss?”

A laugh escapes you, light and breathless, and in the darkness, you feel his hand find yours. Even without seeing, you can picture his face—the shape of his lips, the way his long lashes must be brushing against his cheeks, the way he must be looking at you right now.

God. The heavens must have taken their time sculpting this man.

“A kiss?”

“Hm.” He squeezes your hands gently, and even in the dim light, you can see the teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Think of it as… a birthday gift.”

“What?” Your eyes widen. “You know I’d still kiss you without that excuse, right?”

He chuckles, the sound warm and effortless. “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His dimples appear, small but unmistakable, and for a second, you forget to breathe. “I wish I was kidding, though, about the birthday part. It’d be nice to say you kissed me just because, not because it’s some excuse.”

You pull your hands away, blinking. “Wait. It’s actually your birthday? What are you doing here alone? Why are you alone? And why—”

Before you can finish, he leans in, silencing your rambling with the lightest brush of his lips against yours. It’s barely a kiss, just a fleeting press, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make the world shrink down to just this—just him.

When he pulls back, his voice is quieter, almost careful. "Family’s nowhere near. Friends are busy tonight. No girlfriend." A small pause, his thumb ghosting over your knuckles. "I was just planning to get drunk until I saw your pretty face."

You can't speak. Birthdays are sacred to you—more than just a day on the calendar, they’re a celebration of survival, of everything you’ve endured and overcome. A moment to pause, to appreciate yourself, to recognize the strength it took to make it through another year.

And yet, here he is, spending his alone.

You meet his gaze, and he holds it, there’s no urgency, no expectation in his eyes. He’s done nothing but be kind to you tonight, you were safe with him.

His hand moves slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The pad ofhis thumb brushes the curve of your cheek, it’s so soft it almost breaks you. It was as if he’s memorizing the shape of you. “You’re beautiful—”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you reach up, arms looping around his shoulders, and pull him in. Your lips crash against his, and he responds instantly, kissing you back with a eagerness. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, asking—no, demanding—entrance, and the moment you grant it, he deepens the kiss, tasting you, savouring you.

You press yourself closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the way his hands grip your waist, possessive. One of them slides up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair and pressing all of him into you.

When you finally break away, gasping for breath, he chases your lips, desperate to claim them again. But you stop him with a peck. You rest your forehead against his, letting him know what you're about to do.

“Let me make you happy tonight.”

After whispering those words, you can't help but smile back at his ridiculously pretty, beaming face.

It's safe to say that ever since your encounter in that cramped closet, Choi Beomgyu hasn't been able to keep his hands off you. He's bolder now, fingers brushing the small of your back, resting absentmindedly on your knee. So, when he whispers, just 30 minutes later, that he wants to take you home—

You let him.

Because tonight, more than anything, you can’t let him be alone.

And now, your legs are wide open sitting on his bed, moaning his name as his fingers move in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your nose was filled by his scent.

He was all around.

“Beomgyu…” You moaned, watching his fingers diddle with your clit for a few seconds before being shoved back in again. He already made you squirt and it hasn’t even been 30 minutes since you’ve entered this apartment.

“Feels good?” He commented, smirking up at you as he places a kiss on it. 

“Oh my gosh…” You panted, leaning on your elbows, not wanting to miss a movement. Tongue darting out, he traced the sides of your cunt, moaning as he took it all in his mouth. The vibrations almost sent you to the edge again as you tried to press his face closer to you.

Taking his fingers out, you can feel Beomgyu harden his tongue on your clit before he drags it down to your hole. “Ah!” You pouted at him, hissing at the feeling of his wet muscles exploring your insides.

The way he moves it around makes you circle your hips, grinding your clit on his nose and making him growl. “I knew you would taste this good.” You blushed, thinking about how he kept looking at you, as if wanting to see every reaction you have.

Kissing your clit one more time, he moved up to your lips, “How can your lips taste so sweet?” He moaned, pressing your cheek as he coaxed you to open your mouth. You let him slip his tongue inside you, panting as he allowed you to suck on it before tapping your cheek lightly as he pulled away “Such a good girl,” He tapped your tit before pulling your chest to him, skillful tongue circling your sensitive nipples as his fingers played with the other one. 

“Yeah….” You moaned, pushing his hair back and exposing his forehead as he licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. His eyes stared up at you before you felt his finger caressing your slit again. He indulged in the way your brows bumped together when he sucked your nipples hard, pulling before letting go with a pop. 

Your hand found purchase on his still-clothed cock, painfully wanting to be let out of its confinement. “You wanna taste? Go on. It’s been waiting for you.” He chuckled as you slowly pulled his sweatpants down. “Go on, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ made your pussy clench as you squatted in front of him, naked cunt exposed to the air as you kissed the tip of his dick. 

“Yeah, spread those legs as you suck my dick. That's what you get for looking so fucking beautiful tonight.” You moaned, tongue sticking out as you licked his shaft, hand cupping his balls before you took it all in your moan. Beomgyu grunted at the move, cursing at how you escalated things quickly from kitten licks to deep-throating him in an instant. “Shit, you weren't really kidding when you said you'll make me happy, huh?” He chuckled.

You eagerly took it back in your mouth, letting your tongue trace the vein under his length. You whimpered as you felt him reach over to tweak your nipple with his fingers. “You have such pretty lips for my dick, yeah?” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down, pulling your lips back to prevent your teeth from touching his skin.

Not long after, you can feel Beomgyu's thighs tensing under your touch and he was already pulling you away from him.

“Not yet.” He whispered, pushing you back on the bed. You instantly opened your legs, staring at him with lust and hunger in your eyes as you licked your lip. Beomgyu watched as you spread your plump lips, showing him your entrance as if silently begging him to ram his heavy dick into you. He would’ve taken his time to stare at how beautiful you are if only his knees weren’t going weak from holding back.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” He rubbed the tip at the tender flesh of your core making you whimper, grinding your hips as you pleaded repeatedly. He cooed at your state, putting a hand behind your head before capturing your lips and shoving his erection inside your waiting cunt. You moaned in the kiss, feeling the pleasurable burn as he stretched you with his girth. He slowly moved in and out of you, groaning at the tightness before breaking the kiss only to urge you to watch as your heat took his length.

“Look at that, doll. Look how perfectly it fits inside you.” He moans, mocking your whimpers as he gradually went faster until he was slamming into you. His strong hands push your knees to your shoulder, squeezing your bouncing tits. You shamelessly called out his name, not caring if anyone can hear you.

“Yeah, wanna let everyone know I can’t hold myself around you, huh?” He growled, sweat dripping down his face as he parted your folds with his fingers. “Is that why you’re being so loud?” You can feel his long tip nudge your g-spot, making you scream as you explode.

“Oh gosh, G-gyu—” You chanted, feeling his cock slip out, or rather get pushed out as you squirted on him, making him chuckle as he rubbed your clit quickly before pulling your hand and switching positions. 

“Messy baby.” He teased you, watching your body twitch as he laid down, placing you on top of him and you found yourself mindlessly rubbing yourself on his cock before swiftly sliding it in with a soft cry. “That’s it, fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want my cum? That will really make my birthday.” He reached for your tits, rubbing the pebbled flesh as you rolled your hips on top of him, hands caressing his glistening skin as you breathed out his name. 

Seeing your mouth open, and your glazed eyes as your body bounces on top of him got him staring at you in amazement. Beomgyu's hand slid down your body to your swollen nub, drawing figures with his thumb as he shallowly thrust up to you, restraining himself from letting go and fully ravishing your body. 

It was when you leaned back, arching your body as you parted your legs wider that he lost control, ramming up to you like a madman as a rumble erupted from his throat. “You’re really asking for it, baby.” He put his hand on your hips for support as he fucks himself up in you, chuckling as you hit those high notes, and breathing harder as he hit the exact spot inside you. 

“Beomgyu.. keep doing that.” You whimpered, throwing your head back as you let him use your body as he pleases. Desperate for release, Beomgyu sat up and laid you down again without taking his pulsating length out of you. You can tell how much he’s trying to stop himself from coming, enjoying how you squeeze his throbbing cock every time he shoves himself in you. 

Yelping as he folds you in a mating press, Beomgyu couldn’t even afford to let you breathe as he hammered his dick into you. “Oh fuck!” You cried, feeling him reach deeper into the new position. His face contorted like he was in pain as he repeatedly buried himself inside you, bullying your cunt as put half his weight on you.

“Gonna cum inside you, doll.” He panted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling when you nodded frantically with teary eyes. “Gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to be asking for it more later.” The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed around the room.

Feeling his hips stutter, you pouted up at him, “Give it to me, please, Beomgyu. Pretty please.” You breathed against his lips. 

As his thrusts went shallow, you could feel his tip rub the sweet spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure as you cum hard around him. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your thighs trembled. The feeling of your walls spasming and contracting around him sent Beomgyu to the edge. He managed one powerful thrust, hissing as he spilled all his release deep inside you. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm liquid flooding and painting your insides. 

“So fucking good,” He rasped out before capturing your lips. Panting hard, he savored the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. You stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, hearing each other’s shattered breaths before he pulled out, eyes fixated on your hole. He licked his lips, smirking as you whined desperately at him. Your hip’s starting to hurt but you can’t bring yourself to care, enjoying the way his eyes glimmer at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

"Happy now?" you chuckled, breath still unsteady. Beomgyu met your gaze, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. "I was close to breaking most of the time, Choi Beomgyu,"

He let out a soft laugh, warmth flickering in his eyes as he finished cleaning himself. Then, without hesitation, he turned his attention to you, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped you down. "You are a wonder, love," he murmured, almost in awe.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Pulling the blanket closer, you watched as Beomgyu stood, opening the bedside drawer.

"So… no girlfriend, huh?"

"I don’t have one."

You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him before sinking deeper under the covers. "You—"

Beomgyu easily dodged with a chuckle, taking your worked up form and sliding onto the bed beside you. His hand found yours, warm and sure, as he gently slipped your familiar ring back onto your finger. The same one he wore, a perfect match. His gaze softened, "You're not just a girlfriend. What are you on about?"

"Tell me why I agreed to this roleplay again?"

"Because it’s my birthday today, baby." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before lingering on your forehead. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. "And because you’re the perfect wife for giving me a blowout."

taglist: I love youuu @.luvsicktyun @.lovingbeomgyudayone @.virtaideen @.hyukascampfire @.fancypeacepersona @.bamgeutori @.lilbrorufr @.beomieeeeeeeeeeees @.xylatox @.yunverie @.imlonelydontsendhelp @.moagyuu @.immelissaaa @.readinmidnight

[muqingslover]

Hbnnnghhhgg sensitive!Caleb and MC playing just the tip 😩 please the idea lives rent free in my head

[ this request set something off in my brain and oh my god anon your idea just bought real estate in my mind as well and took a life of its own into a full blown fic *sweats* ]

If you had to choose one word to describe Caleb it would be needy. With a capital N.

While he may not have the proper...'training' yet to last long without cumming he makes up for that in raw stamina. He could go at it with you for hours. No matter if he's a shaky, sweaty and whimpering mess by the third round.

You just feel too damn good for him to not get addicted.

The signs of his body aching for more are ingrained in your brain by now and you don't miss the way he slowly guides your body to settle back against the couch. It had began as an exchange of sweet kisses but soon enough he had his large frame hovering over yours.

His hands explore anywhere he can physically reach, pressing harder against you without even realizing as he softly gasped between hot kisses. The next thing is without a doubt—

"Please." There it was.

"I need you, please let me have you" The begging.

"I'm doing good..Yeah?” He murmured breathless, his swollen lips brushing against yours before he nibbled on it. There was an obvious damp spot on the sweater pants he had on, which was only getting larger the longer you denied him.

You kept on torturing him for minutes on end by only allowing Caleb to grind on your legs over the fabric. It ached so badly he felt as if he was losing whatever was left of his sane mind.

“Let, let me take it out? Please? Just your thighs, please baby, just— It hurts so badly,” Caleb pleaded his case once more. His purple eyes dazed as they locked into yours, swirling with desperation and hope. He pressed his boner further against your legs, praying to whoever was willing to listen to the prayer of filthy sinner like him to please grant him this one more wish.

Your permission was all Caleb needed and without wasting a single moment he was pulling down his pants, along with his boxers, to release his swollen, throbbing cock from its confinement. There was no doubt the man would be reaching his limit rather quickly tonight, but that's just what you loved about him. So deliciously sensitive.

His hands grasped your ankles to place them over one of his shoulders before he slipped his cock between the soft skin of your thighs, sliding it back and forth with ease thanks to his precum making it a slick mess. His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw tight as he bit down onto his lip a bit harder, thrusting quickly to try and relief himself with the chance you so kindly granted him.

However, you could tell by the frustrated whimpers leaving his throat that this wasn't quite enough for him— Not after he's had a taste of what heaven feels like. And well, can you blame him?

When one of his thrusts accidentally catches on the edge of your wet pussy the man almost topples over. He lets out a loud, strained gasp as his hands clutched into tight fists next to your head and he leaned over closely to you. Caleb needed to physically stop for a minute to keep himself in check, muscles visibly taunt with the strain of your last 'order'— He was an obedient man, if only just for you.

Seeing your poor boyfriend struggling made you want to take pity on him. Though, it wasn't quite enough to make you let him off the hook easily.

After all, he knew how to properly ask and you knew he would.

"I...I need more, just a bit more—" He nuzzled his face against yours like an oversized puppy while his cock pressed into your underwear, drenched with both his and your own slick. "J-Just the tip, please? Hm?"

"Please, please please-“ Caleb tried again with a voice so pathetic even the man himself couldn't deny how far he had fallen. Still, your permission was much like giving a parched man a cold glass of water; Nothing else mattered.

One of his trembling hands reached down for your panties, his thumb pushing the fabric to the side and he nearly salivated at the sight of you spread out so tantalizingly. Caleb could drown in your body if he wasn't so close to burning. He presses forward, the neglected tip spreading your entrance just enough for him to feel his head spinning at how welcoming your soft walls are.

"Hahh...Fuck.." His grasp on your thighs tighten, trimmed nails digging into the supple flesh as he tried to keep himself from burying his cock all the way deep into you and his head tilted back both in bliss and restraint. Never in his life had his self-control been tested like it's being right now. He pulled out slowly only to press again, this time going slightly deeper without (really) meaning to and causing the both of you to moan a bit louder.

He felt your soft little hole clenching around him when he tried to move again, as if you didn't want him to pull out, and just like that Caleb was as good as gone. His body lost its strength and he fell forward, covering your frame with his while his thick cum coated your insides in white. His strong arms pulled you in closely at the same time he plunged his cock deep until it pressed right into your cervix.

"Mm'sorry, s-sorry..." He mumbled between whimpers against your ear, barely tangible. You felt something wet against your shoulder and by roughly prying him away by his hair what you found was the pathetic mess of a man your boyfriend was— His lips slightly parted, skin flushed all the way to his ears, tears escaping his dazed eyes and mixing with the blood dripping from his nose and onto your stomach. Your pussy was so warm and wet he couldn't even feel bad about slipping, his hips pressing further as if he was trying to pry your womb open without even knowing what he was doing.

Next time, he promises it will be just the tip. Trust him, won't you?

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 05 - Overstimulation

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: Wanda makes you cum over and over again. When you think you can't cum anymore, she makes you cum again. And then again. And then... again.

content warnings: vibrator, dildo, overstim, crying, cnc

word count: 1.1k+

masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Black-tipped fingers drag along your stomach, short nails scraping slightly and leaving small, raised pink lines. Green eyes follow their movement, mesmerized by the way your skin trembles and your muscles clench beneath her touch. It's unbelievably addicting, the way you react to her. 

Wanda wants more. 

Your wide eyes stare up at her, unfocused slightly as you look at her with unspoken pleas locked behind your gaze. Her fingers cup your jaw, her thumb brushing against the fabric of your gag, right where your lips are. A broken whimper sounds out, muffled and wanting. 

“Use your words, darling,” Wanda says, teasingly. A smile spreads across her face at the way you attempt to speak, frustration evident on your features as you gaze imploringly up at her. 

Green eyes roam your nude body, lingering around your chest before moving towards the toy pressed up against your soaked core. It’s her favorite vibrator, black and firmly secured to your thigh as the head of it vibrates strongly against your clit. 

Your arousal has soaked the head of the vibrator, pooling beneath you as your hips jerk and tremble with each wave of pleasure as it sweeps through you. Your clit is bulbous and red, your nerves frayed slightly from the amount of stimulation you’ve already endured tonight. 

“Mmpph ffphhmh phhmpphmm,” you say, despair sweeping through you when Wanda chuckles at your attempt at speaking. Her smile is wide, her eyes sparkling with joy as she looks down at you. 

“Say that again?” 

You choose to simply glare at her. Ah, bad move. 

Wanda turns the vibrations up, arousal coursing through her at the muffled shout you release at the added stimulation. She leans down, her lips grazing the fabric of your gag as you turn your teary eyes towards her. 

“Don’t act like a brat, sweetheart. You know that you deserve this. You begged so prettily for it.”

You can’t deny that, the memory of your bold words flashing through your mind as sharp regret makes its way through you. God, you’d been so brave, so convinced that Wanda would go easy on you. You should have known better. 

Standing back up, Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, her head tilting as she observes the way your hips simultaneously buck against the vibrator and shy away from the stimulation. Your face is flushed, sweat dripping down your temple as you attempt to suck in large breaths. 

“Go on,” Wanda whispers, her lips close to your ear. “Cum for me.”

Her tongue makes contact with your damp skin, dragging up your throat while you shudder and convulse beneath her. Painful bolts of pleasure wrack your body, your clit oversensitive against the vibrator. Your hands twist and pull against the soft rope wrapped tightly around them. 

“Perfect,” Wanda murmurs, lowering the vibration slightly as she watches tears slide down your face. “Color, baby?”

You blink twice, the signal for the color yellow. Wanda clicks the vibrator down another few notches until you blink once at her, the signal for green. 

“How many times was that… seven orgasms?” Wanda asks, her eyes dark and glinting in the dim lighting.

Shivering at the sadistic look in her eyes, you nod feebly. 

“That’s not enough, baby. You need more, don’t you?”

Shaking your head fiercely, you protest. Your words are muffled and incoherent, trapped behind the gag. You know it’s a useless attempt, Wanda smiling condescendingly down at you as she begins to tug and pinch at your stiff nipples. 

“Don’t whine, honey. I know what’s best for you,” Wanda says, her accent rolling between her words. “I’m doing this for you, to get rid of the brattiness that you know I hate so much. Don’t you want to be my good little pet?”

Feeling trapped, you slowly nod your head. 

A wide smile spreads across Wanda’s face, and she turns the vibrations up slightly. She pulls out a dildo, thick and red, and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought of her fucking you with it. 

“Yeah? You like the look of this, don’t you baby?”

You whimper, nodding again as you watch Wanda bring it down towards your thighs. She presses the tip of the dildo against you, your arousal soaking it instantly. You buck your hips, feeling your body work itself towards another orgasm as desperation clouds your mind. 

Sliding the toy easily inside you, Wanda’s lips part at the low moan that escapes you. Your eyes roll back, your breaths stilted with need as she slowly pumps the toy deep inside you. Angling her wrist slightly, Wanda watches your eyes fly open as the tip of the dildo hits your g-spot perfectly. 

“Good job, pet. Take it all like a good slut,” Wanda hisses, your broken whine sounding like music to her ears. 

She quickens her pace, the brutal stimulation of the dildo making your orgasm race towards you. It washes over you, your back arching as you babble incoherently behind your gag. 

Wanda doesn’t stop, her eyes taking in your reactions as another, smaller orgasm hits you. The dildo is soaked, your juices running down the length of it as it slides easily inside you with each thrust. Her fingers struggle to grip the base of it, the scent of your cum making her dizzy with need. 

“One more for me, okay?” Wanda says, your eyes glassy and unfocused as you turn to look at her. 

You nod, and immediately let out a moan as Wanda turns the vibrations back up. Her forearm burns as she fucks you harshly with the dildo, her eyes attentive as she stares at your face. 

It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You feel yourself slipping between reality and that vanilla-scented subspace that you’ve grown to enjoy. You feel slightly untethered, the only thing grounding you is Wanda’s green eyes locked on yours as she works your spent body towards another orgasm. 

Reaching up, Wanda pulls the gag away from your lips, an immediate stream of moans clawing their way from your throat. She can feel your body trembling, your muscles clenching as your orgasm rapidly approaches. 

Leaning down again, her lips slide over yours, swallowing your desperate pleas and moans. Her tongue moves against yours, her teeth nipping at your lips and sending your senses into overdrive. 

Before you know it, your orgasm approaches, wracking your body as Wanda slowly pumps the dildo in and out of you. The vibrations slow, just barely enough stimulation to drag the aftershocks of your orgasm out, but not too much to be painful. 

You sigh, feeling your muscles relax. Wanda kisses you firmly, before pulling back and leaving the dildo inside you. She lets you catch your breath, her fingers rubbing slow circles over your hips as your chest heaves. 

Green eyes catch yours, and you smile at her, a haze filling your mind as she reaches down. Wanda smiles, her eyes sparkling. The vibrator turns up again, and you feel fear flash through you as pleasure begins to course through you again.

“Ready for more?”

[feyascorner]

It had been a complete accident. Truly.

Mindlessly running your hand through his hair, the tips of your fingertips unknowingly brush against the tip of his ear, and it makes him groan.

Thinking it had been out of pain, you tear your hands away from his head, eyes blinking wide. "What happened? Are you okay?"

And instead of a scowl, you find that his cheeks are multiple shades darker than usual--almost pink. He mumbles something under his breath, then shifts his entire body around so that his face is buried into your stomach, arms locked around your waist. He says something, this time so muffled you can barely hear the words they're supposed to form.

"I can't hear if you're talking into my stomach."

He says it louder this time. "...good."

"What?"

Then, finally, he whips his head just enough to meet your gaze. "It feels good."

Your brows lift, and you slowly slip your hands back into his hair. "This?"

"No--I mean, that too, but--" he's flushing brighter now, and your eyes practically sparkle at how flustered he sounds. It's a rare occurrence, but Astarion at a loss for words is something you hold dear to your heart. "--my ears."

"Your ears," you repeat, hands slowly inching to the sides of his head. You carefully trace the shape of his pointy ears, watching as he practically shudders, melting into your touch. Even your own cheeks seem to heat. "Like that?"

He wordlessly nods, opting to bury his face into your stomach again to avoid facing the power he's just given you. And you use it well, gently massaging his skin with your finger pads, drinking in the way his body reacts to your touch. "Oh my god."

Hours later, when your head lays on top of his arm and he has you close to his chest, you smile up at him cheekily.

He notices the way you're struggling to keep in your laughter. "What?"

"What does it feel like when I touch your ears?"

He nearly chokes on his own words, horrified by how upfront the question is. "It--I don't know, it just feels nice."

"Nice is an understatement."

He groans. "Please, darling, this is humiliating."

And despite the way you continue to poke fun at him and the way he feigns annoyance, whenever the two of you are alone, he always opts to put his head in your lap, and you choose to knead your fingers through his curls.