#using well earned knowledge against u

[hungharrington]

you already know i’m way too soft… so i give you: [ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

special bonus if you somehow can make this the softest thing ever (the reward is a fat kiss)

you know what auttie u were the only one who picked this one but bcos it's you, imma do it anyways <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+

One thing you can't say about Steve Harrington is that he is not a determined person.

Other people might use the word competitive but you know better; within him is burning determination that drives him to do better in everything he does. Loving you is one of those things. Loving you in bed... is another.

You're particular. You used to hate it — that you like this but not that, but you like this sometimes and that if you do it a certain way. It feels overly picky and for a long time, before you had Steve, you weren't sure if you allowed to be that picky.

But Steve meets your particularness head on.

So, if it means you need a little longer to cum? Well, it's simply of a challenge of stamina and working a little harder for it. Steve always rises to the challenge.

Tonight, you're wound extra tight— frustrated that it's taking you so long to get near your peak even with Steve doing all the right things. But he's more than pleased with letting you take what you need, giving breathy little groans just at the sight before him.

He's beneath you, one hand helping your hips rock forward and back, his throbbing cock buried deep in your wet cunt. You've been at it awhile, a slow ride on his cock, bringing both of you closer and closer— but Steve's focus is all on you.

"Fuck, you're so—" His words get swallowed up in his moan as you rise up on your thighs an inch and drop back down, the roll of his hips still so gentle. The sex is never too rough when you're on top. Steve doesn't care in the least, he likes it, he loves it. Adores when it's soft and slow and you take what you need from him.

"Oh f-fuck, honey," He whines, his hips bucking up and pressing his cock up into you. A flame of white hot pleasure licks up your spine as Steve's fucked out rambling continues. "So pretty—y'so fucking gorgeous."

It's a time where you have no choice to believe him completely — with the reverent expression on his face, flushed cheeks and cherry red lips, gazing up at you atop him like you're everything. The knot in your tummy burns hotter. A desperate whimper tumbles out your throat and your hips move a little faster.

"You getting close? Y'need my help, mm?" He asks. Normally, there would be that slight condescending lilt that makes you gush but tonight, it's just love. You nod, whimpering again as you do. You're close, so close— but not close enough.

"Yes," you gasp. "Please, Steve- more, I need— can you—"

"Hey, sh sh," Steve shushes you, hearing how you're getting worked up just trying to ask him for more. His hand slides from your hip across your belly, palm flat and warm, til his thumb finds your clit. He rubs fast circles, just the way you've taught him you like, and he's rewarded with a long whiney moan. "There we go, that's what you need, yeah?"

You're nodding, chest beginning to heave as the edges of your orgasm trickle in. Your hips move desperately, fucking yourself on his cock as his thumb gives the extra stimulation on your clit you need.

"S-Steve," you pant, a whimpery warning. "Steve, fuck, I'm— you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna—"

You cut yourself off with a loud whine, all high pitched and breathy, as your orgasm finally washes over you. You flutter around his cock and feel the grip of his hands tighten, Steve's own orgasm tipping over after holding off for so long. You can't help how your buckle, leaning forward and onto Steve's chest as you quiver and moan— Steve dutifully milking it as he fucks the both of you through your highs.

It's delirium, it's overwhelming, it's so much — you cum hard enough to see stars and bury your face away in his neck, safe to ride out the waves. You're still panting, cunt still clenching around him and Steve's hands move, dragging up your sides so he can wrap his arms around you in a big hug. One of his big hands strokes down your spine soothingly, his own heavy breathes beginning to slow.

"That was a big one, hm?" He murmurs, soft and low. You can see feel him throbbing inside you, can still feel bursts of pleasure making your thighs tremble. "Mm, I know it was, I know. You did so good, baby, so good."

You try to speak but another muffled pitiful noise escapes you instead and Steve's arms tighten their hug; his hands stroke over your hair this time, fingers drifting through to scrape at your scalp softly.

"Did so good f'me," He continues, finally feeling your body start to relax against him, recovering slowly from the intense high. Faintly, he can feel you press a kiss to his neck and it makes him smile. "So, so good. I love you, y'know?"

"I know," you manage to speak, words muffled against his skin. "I love you too."

Steve's smile transforms to a blinding grin, even though you can't see it — you swear his chest glows a little bit hotter beneath you. You kiss his neck again. God, he loves you well. You should move probably now that you've caught your breath— the sweat is beginning to cool.

One more minute, you think, happier than ever just where you are.

[thecameronchronicles]

The Maid

TW: semi-public sex. Language. Slight degrading language. Smut.

SUMMARY: You work for the Cameron’s, but Rafe means to make you work for him in one specific duty…

WORD COUNT: 750

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hii can u do a fic where the cameron's hired the reader as their maid, and she has the biggest crush on rafe... so yk how some maids wear those short dresses and like stockings, maybe she teases rafe in them and yk keeps bending over in front of him while she's "cleaning" and he sees that she's wearing a thong & so he can't take it anymore and fucks her 😳

The Maid

You couldn't help but feel those flickers of excitement in knowing he watched you. Those blue eyes trained to movements that were productive for your occupation but a torment to him throughout the day. All because you were a hired hand to maintain the Tannyhill estate, dressed in stockings and a skirt that left nothing to the imagination as you bent over to gravity. And it wouldn't matter what time of day, what activity, or even what mood he was in, as the sight of you in this uniform was enough to garner his focus and endorse a desperate cock to its painful throbbing. 

"Behave." Ward teased Rafe as he noticed the gazed he'd given you as you feigned disinterest in the comment. But the second you were alone, Rafe sat in the armchair in the living room, in perfect view of each of your unnecessarily seductive bends and twists until all that remained had been his nearly empty whiskey and the knowledge of a thong brought to view. 

"Hmph." He groaned, finishing up his drink, setting it loudly on the table, and forcing you to turn to face him gorm the sound. But you weren't able to even stand fully upright before feeling his hands position you over the edge of the couch. 

"You want to tease me? Hmm? You wanna tease Rafe Cameron? Let me show you what that leads to, yeah?" You were stuffed as he bottomed out, the only mercy having been that of his fingers to your clit. But it was in more of a tease than a focus as you felt him focus primarily on himself. 

"I've behaved myself for weeks watching you dress like this...don't you think I deserve something for it?" You nodded. 

"Then get on your knees. Do what you do best...and clean." He motioned to his cock as you took him in stride, having wanted this since you were first hired. Just as you were a distraction to him, he was just as much of one to you. But it wasn't until now that you were able to feel the fantasy come to life. And for that, you would allow him anything as long as it promised his touch as well. 

"Rafe..." You moaned around him, crying and gagging, as he withdrew you from him. 

"You want some relief? Hmm?" You nodded quickly as he scoffed. 

"Do it yourself. I've earned this. You didn't want to keep your hands to yourself. So don't." He smirked as you carried your own pleasure, his grip tightening on your hair before you were taken to the wall, lifted around him, and sunk down on his cock. 

"This what you wanted walking around like that?" 

"Yes..." 

"Oh yeah? This how you imagined it?" 

"Mmmhmm..." 

"Then do what I imagined and beg for it. Let me know you REALLY want it. And maybe I'll give it to you..." Your eyes rolled in pleasure as he quickened his paces. 

"Such a good little maid, aren't you?" You nodded before his thumb finally claimed your clit. 

"For me." He spoke to himself as you nodded. 

"Come. For. Me." He spoke with complete dominance. 

"Come on, you're shaking like a fucking leaf and It it’s making me need to come...but I won't until you do-" His hand wrapped around your neck as he spoke against your lips. 

"Come right fucking now or you don't get to-" Your body arched at the wall as he used that new slick from your release to pound into you, sending your bliss in extention, before setting you to your feet. Dropping his fingers back to your sex, you apprehended his wrist. 

"Rafe!" 

"Now you're gonna squirt for me. I'm not asking twice- shit, I shouldn't have to ask once." Your body was immediately familiarized with that coming release, even if brought forward by overstimulation. His touch pumping into you as his thumb made work of your clit and you were left in tremors from the spurt of your squirt. 

"Now clean this shit up, I'm not going to explain to my father how he hired a whore for a maid..." He took his fingers behind his smirk, his crass word only deepening your lust, before you were left 'doing what you did best' and cleaned up the mess he made of you.

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[fountainpenguin]

"Turn your face towards the sun... Let the shadows fall behind you..." (x)

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Debut of Criminal Experience today! || Short Story

Chapter 1 - “Wanted”

Read on AO3

Basically a series prequel... Li'l bit Hermitcraft, li'l bit Traffic SMP, li'l bit Naked and Scared

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Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo has never been one to take sides during war. He tends to his llamas, trades freely with his neighbors, and his doors are open to all.

Fellas, is it spoon behavior to not ask more questions when a burned-out phantom hybrid starts hanging around your llama farm? 🤔

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Criminal Experience ᓵ∷╎ᒲ╎リᔑꖎ ᒷ ̇/!¡ᒷ∷╎ᒷリᓵᒷ 392,861 Minecraft days before Dog's Life

Buzz and Ursula Uno don't know it, but they are (without a doubt) the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Yeah, that's right! He said it: Anywhere in the valley. That even includes the west side of the river, and you best believe he's digging in his heels on that one, mate. His wheat farm's been cranking out results this year… so much so that every time he checks its drops, he's practically up to his armpits in fresh hay. Took ages of iron collecting to craft all the hoppers, but Mumbo earned every bar of that stuff while still adhering to the valley rules of 'no non-essential harm done to passive mobs,' and he counts that as a win.

Double-U and Buzz are spoiled. He'll just say it. They've got the softest, driest straw and he switches it on the daily. He's got glowstone for heat tucked in one corner of every pen and he drops silk touch'd ice blocks in their water to keep it fresh and chilled. Surely even good parents are allowed one or two favorite children, yeah? As long as it's kept under wraps and all that.

I mean, come on… Just look at them. Heh. Even when it's nail trimming day, they can't stand to be apart. They're like two scoops of raw cookie dough, marbled brown and cream fur bundled together in a nest on the dirty floor. Which is… peculiar, actually, seeing as Impulse supposedly swept the barn out while Mumbo took the llamas down for water. Mental note. What's that man been up to?

"Foot," he says, and Double-U plops her pad in his lap. It scatters soil all over his robes, but he can forgive the dirty floor. Impulse went above and beyond this weekend already with the crops. You know, it's not every year a man who'll voluntarily harvest uncraftable blocks for hours just stumbles into your life… Actually, last night Mumbo offered him a few stacks of emeralds for a hard day's labor, but Impulse only laughed, sticking his thumbs in his overall straps.

"What? Can't a guy just want to lend a helping hand?"

And, well… He's a phantom hybrid, so Mumbo let it slide (Phantoms are safe to talk to; it's allay hybrids you don't want to make open-ended deals with). Actually, it's nearly noon. Impulse should be coming up the hill from the farm in just a couple ticks… hopefully with clover and alfalfa in hand. Alfalfa is a massive pain to farm since the rain will wash the redstone dust out sooner than you see it grow, but luckily, he doesn't need much. It's a special treat he'll lightly thread into the feeding trough… because Buzz and Ursula Uno are still the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Possibly the whole Between dimension.

Now, will their glorified loafing shed of a barn win any points for flair? No.

Was his use of maple wood in this build even a little bit unique? Also no. But maple's abundant - maple's efficient - and an entire village of wandering traders can't all be wrong.

Actually, Mumbo thinks, lining the edge of his shears against Double-U's toenails, out of every player hybrid type… I feel like wandering traders must be the MOST knowledgeable people when it comes to block qualities and how well they hold up in certain types of weather. Is that too big of a pat on the back? He's really not that kind of guy. It's just… you know… He and his friends have spent their whole lives swapping stories.

The maple mountain biome is always soaked in rain, but the residents of Little Sun make it work. When the ground's too moist for proper farming, the whole community gets together to lead the animals up the plateau. Everyone pools their harvests and they get by on what farms they still have. Mumbo's spent a solid 600 fresh, clean wet seasons (at least) in the shade of the tweenstone spawn temple, swapping stories and laughing until his stomach hurts. Because even when the rain rinses redstone dust off the farms, everyone in Little Sun still has each other. They have their llamas. They have community.

And when all else fails… they can always go out wandering.

Good fun, that… but some days are meant for sitting on dirty barn floors. Is there any better way to spend a morning than cleaning the toes of the most beautiful llamas in the world, occasionally bouncing ideas for silly redstone ideas off their heads?

"Uh-oh," says a voice at the door. Ah. Mumbo still doesn't have a name for that type of accent, but he definitely knows the man from his volume. Double-U's ears flick up instantly. Mumbo keeps trimming her toenails with gentle brushes of the shears. He doesn't even have to use the F5 cam to know Impulse is hiding behind the barn door, peering around it like a twitchy cat. Mumbo can almost hear the way he hunkers, knees shifting to a crouch. He's got wheat, yeah, because it flutters and whispers when he clutches it to his chest. "Uh… dude? Is that the llama who hates my guts? Or the one who just wants to headbutt me into the void?"

Double-U gets a slithery rumble in the base of her throat. This stirs Buzz into lifting her head and Impulse jolts again.

"No! What? Oh, come on! You really have to have both the llamas who wanna trample me in there?"

Mumbo chuckles. "Double-U's all right with you now, I reckon. I mean, yesterday she let you get within spitting range."

"Yeah! So she could spit." Impulse says the word like it's some sort of ancient curse. Mumbo listens for the scrape of shoes on creaky floorboards, but they never come. Tsk, tsk… Double-U would never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. Llamas can sense these things, you know. "My pixels were fritzed for three hours before I got that stuff out."

"Did you really come all the way up here thinking there wouldn't be llamas in the llama barn, mate?"

"Just bringing you wheat," Impulse mumbles back.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

[txbanjarahills]

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[risagerkappel49]

Don't Trade Another Day Without Reading This Forex Info!

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[epstein20connor]

Don't Trade Another Day Without Reading This Forex Info!

When it comes to Forex trading, there are always thing to learn that you never knew about. Whether you are a novice or experienced Forez trader, learning new information cannot hurt. The following article contains valuable tips that you should keep in mind, the next time you trade with Forex. Having a reliable and capable broker is crucial to your success in forex trading. Make sure that your broker is not fake or unreliable, to avoid losing investment. Ensure that your needs fit the profile of your broker as well, in order for you to have a good working relationship. When trading, keep in mind why you are doing it. It could be anything from not having anything better to do to learning how to trade and make big profits. Whatever forex scam recovery may be, keep it in mind and it can help you set both your objectives and your schedule. If you trade in forex markets, don't be afraid to use your account tools in your personal life. For example, if you are planning an overseas vacation, use your analytical tools to plot the value of that currency. In this way, you could see dates when it would be better or worse to take that vacation in terms of exchange rate. If you need to make money to pay your bills you shouldn't be trading forex. There is a lot of risk involved with forex trading. It is something you should do with unencumbered money that isn't needed elsewhere in your budget. If you are trading to make your mortgage payment, you will end up losing your shirt. When trading, keep your profits open and running. This entails leaving your market open as long as you're profiting. Before doing this, make sure you have a good exit strategy for when the tides turn so that you don't lose what you received. Try running more than one open market and closing earlier ones so that you can continue earning through the newer ones and avoid losses by the older ones. If you do not have patience then forex is not the right type of investment opportunity for you. Becoming a very good trader takes a pretty long time to accomplish and most do not master it for many years, so if you want a get rich quick system then this is not it. Regardless of your level of expertise in forex trading, you can benefit from free online forex trading courses. Beginners can learn the basics and experts can learn new strategies. The time invested in these training courses is well-spent as your profits increase by applying your new forex trading knowledge. A reliable investment is the Canadian dollar. Trading forex can actually be rather tricky, seeing as it is difficult sometimes to know what other countries have going on. The trend of the Canadian dollar is similar to that of the U. S. dollar, which is a good currency to start with for those new to forex trading. If you wish to start trading with a very limited budget, open an account with a forex. Some brokers allow you to start trading with only $200, and may not take any commission. Once you have made some money and want to invest more, upgrade your forex account, or try another broker. Use stop-loss orders to protect yourself. A stop-loss order can save you money by making sure that you never reach the lowest point of a position. However, make sure you don't put the stop-loss in such a narrow range that you can't make a profit, either, because you've played your hand too cautiously. When setting up your forex trading platform, avoid cluttering the space with too many indicators. All of the price action is happening right in front of you on the screen. Having too many indicators can work against you, becoming confusing and causing you to lose focus. Choose two indicators that help you the most, and keep your screen simple and clean. As was stated at the beginning of the article, there are things to learn about Forex, things that can used for novices and experts alike. By keeping the tips from the above article in mind, you can bet that you will be more skilled, the next time you trade with Forex.

[silversatoru]

i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^

step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed​ (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333

you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer. 

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer. 

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

[mooniefics]

— personal punishment

pairing : nanami kento / fem reader

word count : 1.8k

tags : pnp, degradation, authority kink, office sex, semi-public sex, boss / secretary, nanami literally being the sexiest man to ever live and breathe

warnings : nsfw, power imbalance

summary : He couldn't expect you to be perfect—but he could definitely expect you to pay for each imperfection in more ways than one.

notes : thank u so much to @suna-reversed for hosting the incredibly creative jujutsuhub collab and allowing me to participate !! much love (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*♡

you couldn't exactly say you weren't proud of your performance today.

for one, you'd come into the office late, knowing that your penalties would be formally waived by your boss but well aware that you would have to face his own personal punishment. it was just your luck that this very day was the most busy the office had been all month, leaving you running papers back and forth from your boss' office for hours, nearly tripping over your own heels three times too many before you even reached your lunch break, praying that you weren't screwing anything else up in your frantic rush.

but before you could even think about escaping the confines of the office building to make up for your missed breakfast at a cafe nearby, your boss was already calling back into his office. you already knew exactly why he was requesting your presence, fear and anticipation immediately tangling into a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. but still you went, obediently as you always did, keeping your head low as you passed your coworkers in the hall.

your fate had been sealed the moment you made a mistake, the same outcome that had been repeating for months now each time you made an error, whether it was as small as not taking the trash out from the waste bin when it was too full for his liking to something as grievous as spilling his morning coffee all over one of his pristine white button-ups. for any and all errors, you were certain to face this punishment.

the position you were in wasn't unfamiliar, bent over nanami's desk, pencil skirt hiked all the way up to your waist with your underwear around your knees, completely at the mercy of the man caging you in with his body from behind.

"if you keep making all that noise, you're going to end up getting us both fired." he growled, voice low in your ear, one hand still pressed firmly over the center of your back, forcing your chest down onto his desk. the other was occupied between your legs, two thick fingers plunging mercilessly into your needy cunt as you struggled to hold in every whimper and moan each snap of his wrist drew from the back of your throat.

"'m s-sorry, s-sir..!" you barely managed to breathe out, nails beginning to scrape at the edge of the wooden tabletop, teeth digging almost painfully into your bottom lip.

"'sorry' doesn't even begin to fix everything you've fucked up today," his stern tone persisted, ribs aching between the pressure of the heel of his palm and the hard desk, "you know just how much stress i've been under and yet you went out of your way to make it worse."

"no, n-not that..! p-promise!" you whimpered, breath coming in pants, struggling to not rock back into his hand with the knowledge that he'd stop entirely if he noticed you doing it.

you had no choice but to keep your eyes trained on the door in front of you, thighs trembling with anticipation, muted gasps and mewls managing to find their way out into the open air despite your efforts. you knew he didn't mind the noise as long as you were making a conscious effort to keep quiet, only loud enough for him to have the pleasure of hearing, only expressing the pitiful broken attempts at showing remorse that seemed to arouse him to no end.

he curled his fingers to rub at spot inside you that made your knees weak, barely chuckling when you writhed under him. "enjoying your punishment like this... you're just a pathetic slut. That's all you'll ever be, isn't that right?"

Your head hung low as you came over his fingers, shuddering, biting firmly at the inside of your cheeks to hold back the whine threatening to escape your heaving chest. you knew you should be ashamed to be so excited in the face of his cruelty, but when it was his voice and hands—discipling you harshly but still paying such good attention to you and your body—you couldn't help yourself.

before you had enough time to begin catching your breath, you could already hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his pants, the warmth of naked skin as the length of his cock met the back of your thighs, already hard. the hand resting at your back slid up to rest at the base of your neck, fingers working their way into your hair to firmly grasp, holding you still while he eased himself between your thighs.

"please, s-sir.." The words spilled out of you before you could even think to maintain your obedient silence, earning a tug at your hair harsh enough to jerk your head back, arching your body further.

"snd who are you to be making any demands?" He muttered scornfully, the head of his cock now rubbing directly over your dripping pussy, making no effort to do anything more than painstakingly tease.

"i'm not, i j-just—" You sucked in a quick breath as you felt a sharp sting over your ass, certain there was a reddening welt where his hand had just struck it, "i pr-promise i'll be better..."

"and how can I be certain that you actually will? you say the same thing every damn time, and you still have yet to show me any improvement."

your eyes watered as you searched for a proper response, stammering over your words for just a moment too long—long enough to reignite the anger you'd found a momentary mercy from. you just barely pressed your hand over your mouth in time to muffle your own cry as he slammed himself inside of you, the desk shifting across the ground with a harsh squeak, insides struggling to accommodate his size all at once. he found a quick, ruthless rhythm of thrusting almost immediately, paying your quick gasps and pitiful whimpers no mind, almost painfully deep.

"is this is really the only thing you're good for?" he huffed, groaning lowly despite his apparent ire, "just taking cock and nothing else?"

"n-no!" you protested, barely able to hold your voice steady enough to respond, swallowing down each hiccuped breath interrupting your words, "this is the l-last time, i swear..! p-please sir, please—"

he shushed you harshly before you could continue, large hand rubbing over the aching flesh he'd previously slapped in a silent threat to repeat the action. you wouldn't be entirely opposed to feeling his large hand strike you again and again, leaving prints of red across your skin that wouldn't fade until hours after you'd left the office for the night, but you knew that you still had the entire second half of your day ahead of you to pretend as if he hadn't completely ruined you just meters away from the rest of his hardworking employees.

"at this point, i might as well just be paying to fuck you." he muttered callously, the speed of his hips slowing the slightest bit, each thrust still hitting deep enough for you to feel in your stomach, "then what does that make you, hm? a prostitute? my personal little plaything.."

you strained to vigorously shake your head side to side, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenching around the edge of the desk, your own arousal trailing down between your trembling thighs, hot tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you should've felt more inclined to deny his assertion, to prove yourself to be more than just a toy for him to used whenever he desired, when he needed to take out the pent up frustration he saved for your errors and your errors only—but you knew in the back of your mind that you were perfectly content with your position, as immorally lucrative as it was. you would embarrass yourself everyday for the rest of your career if it meant you could experience this at least once more.

"sorry, s-sorry..! oh fuck, sir, 'm so sorry!" the apologies you knew he loved so much spilled from your lips in a pathetic, broken moan, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you held out for a few more mind-numbing moments before cumming around his thick cock.

you barely registered his hand grasping your hair painfully tight as he grunted a few low curses beside your ear, shakily exhaling a sigh when he emptied himself inside you, finally letting you rest back against the hard surface of his desk while you both caught your breath. it was all over far too soon, the intense intimacy that never lasted longer than the half-hour of your lunch break, even though you were sure he could steal you away for far longer without anyone daring to question him.

you wiped at your damp under-eyes with quivering hands, trying to not further disturb your already ruined mascara, swallowing down a whimper when pulled himself out of you and tugged your underwear back into place, readjusting your skirt for you before moving away from your body entirely.

he had already tidied up his own clothes by the time you pushed yourself to stand, that familiar expression of cool indifference having already resettled onto his handsome features. he barely ever let you see his face when he was disciplining you, always making sure you were facing away from him, or that you couldn't lift your head enough to get a good look at his face. it made it all feel so impersonal, inspired something that felt like sadness in the back of your mind, despite how you tried to remind yourself that what you had wasn't true intimacy, and that he could really replace you any day if he felt so inclined to do so.

"go clean up in the bathroom." he said without looking at you, straightening his tie back into place and checking the time on his watch, "you will need to take a call from a new client soon, and it is imperative that you give them the perfect first impression of our company. i expect you to be back here within the next ten minutes." his brow furrowed, the look of someone who'd just thought of something unpleasant flashing across his features when he finally met your gaze. "no more exceptions today."

"yes, sir." you replied obediently, voice hoarse, quickly turning away before the weight of a sudden sadness could show, advancing towards his door as briskly as your state allowed you to. you didn't look back on your way out, even though you so desperately wanted to, maybe deliver a genuine apology now that you knew he was genuinely irritated with you.

but you didn't, and the day continued as it always did, phone calls and document filing keeping you occupied for the rest of your shift, not receiving another word from your boss regarding anything. you tried not to take it personally when he didn't bid you farewell before leaving the building, reminding yourself that it was most likely just the pressure of a busy quarter, cursing yourself for screwing things up and enjoying your momentary bliss before the true consequence of genuine disappointment from nanami anchored you back to the somber reality of your situation.

it was foolish of you to think you'd be anything more than a secretary in his eyes.

[pearl-blue-musings]

Heyyy I was wondering if u could make a kiriBaku NSFW where kiriBaku r both doms and the reader is a sub fem!reader.

*KiriBaku come home from work to see y/n fingering herself*

Praise/degrading

Orgasm denial

Pet names...?

Spanking

Hope this request doesn’t both u! :D

Thank you even if u don’t end up writing a scenario for this ur other writings r great!



HOO BOY haven’t written decent nsfw stuff in a while so pardon if it’s bad!!

Warnings: 18+ so minors do a heccin go away, fingering, praise, degradation, spanking, daddy calling, biting, orgasm denial

Pairing: Pro heroes!KiriBaku and fem!reader

Nsfw under the cut!

Since they’ve finally entered the top ten (if hero rankings are still a thing rip manga readers) they haven’t had time to come home to you

Which you understand and are able to handle it most days but today?? Not so much

Sometimes just seeing or hearing about their hero work gets you all hot and bothered like hello have you seen your boyfriends? Bodies designed by the ✨gods✨

And today was one of those days

Your work ended early and you were at home alone and bored but couldn’t stop thinking about them

How they’d give you affectionate kisses when they came home

How you three would cook together and clean up and cuddle after dinner

How’d they make you a sobbing mess from either too much touch or not enough

Which led you to your current predicament

With their increasingly busy schedule they weren’t home as much as they would like with having overlapping patrols

And you knew they wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours so you thought why not?

So with your legs spread open and clad only in your bra and some faded music in the back, you start to finger yourself

Your mind wanders to Kirishima’s fingers pumping in and out of you with earnest while Bakugou fondles and plays with your nipples

With eyes shut, you start to moan out their names wanting them there with you

Pleasure begins to overwhelm you as you feel yourself leaking all over the sheets to the thoughts of your boyfriends teasing you and edging you

Your pants if their names get louder and louder the closer you get to your orgasm

“By all means, don’t stop now”

Your eyes shoot open wide as you stare at your boyfriends, both with matching erections

You start to pull your fingers out of you but Bakugou stops you

“No way, princess. You keep those fingers in there, yeah? Greedy little slut, couldn’t wait for us to get home.”

“I thought I had a couple more hours...”

“Nah pebble, we wanted to come home early and well... look what we find.”

You swallow a lump in your throat as the lust in their eyes is evident

The bed dips under Bakugou’s weight as he sits next to you

“Spread your slutty hole for him. Just what were you thinkin about huh? You’re a fuckin mess.”

“You better answer him babe, you can do that right?”

You nod at seeing the red head between your legs

“I, I was thinking about...you two fucking and pleasing me.”

You scream when you feel a hand slap at your swollen clit and after a kiss is placed on your inner thigh

“I don’t think he liked that answer, pebble. Tell your daddies what you were really thinking...” nibbling at your inner thigh, avoiding your fingers and your swollen heat

The blond growls in your ear for a better answer

And you tell them how you wanted Kiri in between your legs fingering and eating you out while Bakugou messed and played with your tits

The latter bites at your neck and rubs his erection against your side and whispers, “Good girl, and who are we to deny our good little slut, eh?”

He pulls your fingers out and aggressively licks them making eye contact with you

“That’s my pebble,” he says hungrily and licks a stripe up your slit before he puts his tongue inside eating you like you wanted

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Bakugou slaps your breast before enveloping his mouth around the nipple and sucks “needy little slut”

With them working in tandem you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!”

And then everything stops

Both men stare at you like you’ve grown horns

“W-why did you stop?”

Bakugou speaks up first, “Do you really think you deserve to cum before us? Greedy sluts like you don’t cum until we do, got it?”

You whine in protest as you’re turned onto all fours by the red head, promptly earning a harsh smack to your ass from Kirishima

“You can please us right? You’ve already had fun baby girl. Now let us have ours.”

You made a note to yourself that night to never masturbate without them or their knowledge

whew 🥵

Drabbles and headcanon requests open!

[sweeterthansammy]

Rough Rider || Bucky Barnes

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female [Romanoff] biker!Reader; The reader is Bucky’s love interest.

Summary: In which Bucky finds interest in a biker chick.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, public sex, sex on a motorbike, mild choking, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, mild language, and Bucky’s infatuation with a woman that knows how to ride a motorbike :)

Word count: 3.1k+

A/N: Kinda proud of this one 🥲

Important notes: The reader is Nat’s cousin. The reader is at least 21. I know jackshit about motorbikes and models so bear with me. Song used in fic: R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys. Not BETA’d - all mistakes are mine.

Bucky entered the compound with a wolf whistle, his gloved hand pointing at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows as he approached the kitchen.

“Whose Harley is that out front?” he asked, completely disregarding Y/N who sat at the island, popping a cherry into her mouth.

“Mine,” she muttered, tongue swiping out of her mouth to lick the red juice trickling down her bottom lip.

Bucky looked from Natasha to Y/N, mesmerized by her E/C eyes and the way they basically pierced right into his. He looked back at Nat, silently asking “who’s she?”

“Y/N, this is Bucky, a complete delinquent that’s best friends with Steve. Buck, meet Y/N, my cousin who serves as a sister more or less.”

Y/N stood, a little black dress clinging to her figure, a leather jacket covering her arms. She extended an arm, shaking Bucky’s hand.

“Woah, strong grip there, buddy.”

He chuckled, removing the leather glove and shoving it into the pocket of his own jacket. She looked down at his metal arm.

“Oh, that’s the…” she trailed off, motioning with her hands to make the situation any less awkward than it already was, failing miserably. “Yeah, that arm.”

Bucky was truly a saint. After Nat had given her a rundown of his story, she couldn’t help but empathize for the man. He was simply broken and all she wanted to do was give him a hug and ameliorate him, it didn't matter if she knew him or not. As Nat was called by Steve to help him with something, she and Bucky remained in the kitchen. She broke the silence, popping another cherry into her mouth.

“Hey, wanna go for a spin?” she asked, jiggling her keys in the air as a way to catch his attention.

“Uh, sure, why not?”

As they were about to leave, she stopped in her tracks, eyes ogling at his motorbike.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, admiring the all-black Yamaha YZF-R6 standing in front of her. “This is yours?”

“Been mine since...since I can remember,” he chuckled, kicking at the gravel with the tip of his boot as she continued to analyze his bike.

“Race me.”

Straightforward, isn’t she?

“What?”

“Race me. Harley versus Yamaha.”

“What does the winner get?”

She thought for quite some time, grinning as she looked down at the beauty in front of her.

“Winner gets a ride on the loser's bike until I can think of something else...unless you have any ideas.”

He eyed the black Harley, red accents screaming his name.

“Deal.”

With that, they swung their legs over their seats, saddling up to take off with their beasts. Y/N buckled her helmet on, leaning forward to rev the engine a bit.

“Ready Buck?” she asked over the roaring of both of their engines.

He pulled up next to her, watching the way she planted both feet on either side of the bike.

“Meeting point is back at the compound. Got it?”

Assertive.

She looked over at him, struggling to find his icy orbs through his tinted shield.

“Got it?”

He simply nodded his head once, both riders looking forward before Y/N gave a countdown.

“3...2...1, go!”

Bucky had heard the wildest stories of Y/N, but he always thought that Nat was exaggerating when she said Y/N was the most badass person she knew. She took off, a trail of smoke following the traces of her bike as she zipped down the road.

Bucky was simply taking his time, muttering a quick “oh shit” to himself as he realized she was already around the corner. He used his charm to his advantage, coming to a full stop. He looked ahead, Y/N already backpedaling to check on him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking back as he panted.

“I think I got a flat.”

As she jumped off her bike and walked over to his, he revved his engine, taking off.

“Nevermind, I think I’m gonna beat your ass,” he winked at her, taking off.

“Hey- that’s not fair!”

She knew he couldn’t hear her but she got back on her bike, slowly cruising down the street. Eventually, Bucky came into sight, leaning on his bike with a smug look.

“I think you owe me something, doll.”

She simply chuckled, getting off her bike.

“That was fowl.”

She hopped off of her bike, holding onto the handlebars of her bike before he took over.

“Wow,” he mumbled, revving the engine.

“Go on, take ‘er for a spin.”

She watched as he took off again, not fighting the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“And just like that, you’re in love.”

She jumped at the voice that came from behind her, turning to face a man standing at around 6”2’.

“How’d you know?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Bucky’s a pretty good friend of mine. Hated him at first but I grew to love the man as we got older.”

She turned the slightest bit to look at him.

“He’s like a brother,” he assured. “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m-”

“Y/N. Heard lots about you from the Black Widow herself. What are you doing out here anyway?”

“I was just visiting for a few days. Nat wants me to move out here but I don’t know yet.”

“Well, you should. You’ll be with us for the most part. Besides, Bucky’s making you his girlfriend before you even get the chance to pack your suitcase.”

“What makes you so sure about that?”

She could feel her cheeks burning up as he slowly made his way back to the compound.

“I know when my best friend’s in love. He has this look that fails to mask the fact that he’s in love.”

“Nat, last time we did that-”

“Don’t mention it. Just put your shoes on and come downstairs.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing a random pair of black high heels before going to meet Natasha downstairs. It seemed that all eyes were on her, everyone admiring the nymph in front of them.

“As I probably mentioned numerous times before-”

“This is your cousin, Y/N. She’s beautiful beyond words and she’s got a killer personality. Nat, I’ve listened to you go on about her for the past two weeks. She’s lovely, but you sound like a broken record at this point, sweetheart,” Steve interjected, offering Y/N a smile while taking Nat’s arm in his.

“She’s got a voluptuous ass too,” she heard Sam mutter under his breath.

“Speak up, sweetie,” she baited with a giggle.

The glare that bored into the side of Sam’s face was all but amiable, his fists copying the actions of his jaw as they tightened at his sides. Sam moved up a bit with a smug, glorious smirk, walking directly next to Y/N.

“You’ve got the man whipped and you haven’t even fucked him yet.”

She nearly choked on her saliva.

“Sam, cut it out,” she scolded the younger man.

“You know it’s true,” he lifted his arms in surrender to her sass, dodging her objection.

Drinking was hardly ever a good idea when Y/N and Nat were together. Y/N had gotten better over the years, knowing her limit with alcohol, but Nat let all hell loose. Unless they weren’t in the middle of a mission, she was taking shot after shot, drink after drink, until she was struggling to stand on her own two feet. Y/N was amazed sometimes as to how she could drink that much without throwing up.

“Another one, come on,” Nat tugged on her arm, the colored lights making her head grow fuzzy as they stood at the bar.

“Two shots of silver tequila, anything’ll do!”

Y/N gagged merely at the sight of clear liquid filling the little glasses.

“Anything else?” the bartender asked over the blaring music, Nat simply scanning everyone’s glasses along the bar.

“Whatever she’s having, the pink thing.”

She bit her lip to suppress a chuckle, earning a concerned look from an obviously drunken Nat.

“What?”

“I’ll be over there with Sam and Tony.”

“But your shot-”

“Take it - I don’t know, do something with it!”

Y/N pat her back, sliding past her as she made her way to the pair sitting at the booth.

“Not up for dancing?” she queried, looking back and forth between them.

“God, no! What, you want me to look like an idiot?”

“C’mon, Tony! Pepper had to teach you something,” she surveyed the nightclub quickly, a silver arm catching her eye rather quickly. “What about you? I’d love to see the ‘Round Brown’ in action.”

“The falcon comes to life in these settings,” he informed her, winking slyly.

She tucked her straw between her lips, a smooth fruity mixture cascading down her throat to suppress the guffaw that danced at the tip of her tongue. The music changed, the lights dimming to a deep, dark purple. She looked at Tony and then Sam, both of them looking around at mounds of bodies on the dance floor.

She followed their eyes, that damn metal arm catching her eyes again. Tons of women threw themselves at him, wanting to get just a little taste of that metal arm, soon leaving solemnly as he turned them away.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll be over there.”

Sam easily replaced Bucky, the ladies now feeling up on him as if he were some hunk of meat. She didn’t spare a word to Tony, only offering a lopsided smile as Pepper made her way over to the booth. Y/N slid from her seat, feeling a sudden warmth settle upon her skin as she made her way over to Bucky. He finally acknowledged her, pupils amplifying against his gunmetal irises.

She couldn’t help her lips from moving along to the lyrics, “I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be / And satisfaction feels like a distant memory / And I can't help myself, all I / Wanna hear her say is ‘Are you mine?’”

His eyes were all but sweet and bright, lust written all over his body as her fingers trailed up his chest, cupping his chin deftly.

“Well, are you mine? / Are you mine? / Are you mine?”

She cocked her head to the side, dismayed by his knowledge of the current song.

“Well, that depends, Mr. Barnes. If you want me to be yours, all you have to do is say the word,” she spoke quiet enough for only him to hear, tongue skimming along the edge of his ear.

By the way he licked his lips, she could tell that he wanted to do more than just verbally claim her.

She’s fucking dangerous.

She looked up at Bucky, fingers coyly playing with each other as if she hadn’t just given him a glimpse of a completely different side to her. His lips were on hers in an instant, hands palming her backside as they slowly inched further up her dress, eventually landing on a little strap of leather higher up her thigh.

He couldn’t help his hands from exploring every inch of her skin, nails leaving gentle burning sensations as they raked at her skin. He lost it when her back arched, her chest colliding with his as her fingers soon got lost in his hair, one leg raising to pull his body closer, if even possible. He pulled away abruptly, one hand cradling the underside of her thigh and the other right under her chin.

“I need you to fuck me, like right now, because I think I might pass out if you don’t,” she spoke gravelly, lips crashing onto his once more in a heated, sloppy kiss.

Her feet were swept from the ground in a matter of a few seconds, arms crossing against Bucky’s back as she dangled over his shoulder. Her eyes traveled over the black motorbike once they’d made it outside, squealing as he held onto her hips, pulling her down so she was seated in his lap as he laid back in his seat. Her hands were everywhere all at once, though seeming to avoid the area in which he needed her the most.

It was quite a scene, a cacophony of grunts and whimpers being evoked from the pair. Hearing the engine of his bike roar, Y/N pulled off, pupils fixated on his with her hands on either side of his face. The ride was quite something - full of lingering, teasing touches, sweet, albeit intense, kisses, and reprehensible whispers.

The faint light of a wacky gas station illuminated his silhouette, his flesh hand easily adjusting itself around her throat, the other working to slide her dress just up around her waist before pushing her underwear aside, running two fingers up her folds. She hummed at the feeling, fingernails digging into that of his arm.

“‘S that feel good, doll?” he asked incoherently, voice barely above a whisper as his tongue nudged into her mouth.

She nodded, earning a buoyant pinch to her cunt. Her insides were going feral, wanting nothing more than his cock.

“I need words, toots.”

“F-uck yes, but I-I want y-ou,” she stammered, groaning when his fingers clamped even harder around her clit, thumb stimulating her nub.

He chuckled as her legs attempted to fly shut, only being stopped by his large thighs that were parting them.

“But you already have me, doll.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” she got out, fingers draining of color as she balled the leather of his jacket.

His fingers pumped in and out of her, curling against her g-spot once before pulling out. She mentally cursed him out for looking so hot, tongue swiveling around his digits to taste her remnants.

“Fucking delicious,” he crooned, tapping his fingers against her lips before having her own tongue pivot around his faux fingers.

She easily freed him of his bottoms, his cock springing to meet his veiled torso. Her eyes widened.

Jesus fuck-

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him, back down to his cock, and back up to his face.

“Hey, if you don’t wan-”

“No, god no. I still want you to fuck me. You’re just…bigger than average.”

He chuckled, dog tags clanging against his rumbling chest. Her legs were thrown over his thighs in seconds, tip barely prodding at her entrance. She could feel her skin burning up, eager to have him inside of her. He was taking far too long, manipulating her legs into many different angles so it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable. She griped aloud, palms landing flat on his pecs as she pushed him back against the seat.

“Impatient, huh?” he couldn’t help the cocky grin splayed on his face.

“Taking too long,” she grumbled, sinking down onto him.

She groaned at the feeling, being stretched out beyond her limit. Her head lazed back as if she had no vertebrae, hands getting lost in his hair as his hips bucked up into her. She cried out, legs tightening around his hips as she soon began to bounce on his cock.

“Attagirl,” he praised, hands cupping either of her breasts before flicking over her nipples.

With the way he twitched inside of her and with the way her walls clamped around him, both of them could tell they wouldn’t last too long. It was far beyond erratic and the words spurring out of Bucky’s mouth helped the least bit.

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Bet no one has fucked you this good yet, huh doll?”

Her legs grew tired as she felt herself lurching on the edge of her climax. She fought the burn, arms holding him impossibly tight as her walls fluttered around him.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?”

She nodded, not being able to get out one comprehensible word. She came around him with a celestial moan, legs twitching ever so gently. His pace didn’t falter once, hands coming up to her waist as he fucked her through her high. Her eyes widened as she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm, Bucky’s pace relentless as he savored the way she felt so snug around his cock.

“Buck-”

“Fuck, you’re killing me, doll.”

He wanted nothing but to fuck the soul out of her, such pleasant sounds rolling off her tongue. It was a matter of seconds before he swung both legs over his bike, not leaving her body at any point, before hoisting both legs around his torso, hips snapping into hers as if his life depended on it. She yelped, his tip grazing at her cervix. For a moment, she saw stars, vision going blurry as he fucked her into oblivion, another release washing over her.

He slowed down a second, picking his pace back up until he was close. At that point, she was hardly even conscious, walls flexing around him with his nails creating crescent-like welts on her thighs. Her legs clung onto his waist, his hips coming to a halt before spurts of cum filled her. She finally opened her eyes when he’d pulled out of her, shivering at the feeling of his cum trickling out of her.

Bucky ventured off for some water and tissues, anything for a quick fix until they got back to the compound. The flashing of red and blue lights fully alerted her now, the siren growing louder as it approached the station. She looked up at Bucky who was walking out of the gas station with a bottle of water and a box of tissues, scrambling to her feet.

“Easy there, doll. I don’t want you passing out on me now.”

“Buck, we need to leave now.”

The sudden urgency in her tone drew a look of worry on Bucky’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping once they faced directly towards one another. “Did I do so-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she assured him, pecking his lips quickly. “But, I’m afraid that someone reported us to the cops.”

They drove right up the curb, pulling up next to a pump.

“But we didn’t-”

“Public nudity, Buck.”

“We weren’t even naked!”

“To be fair, your dick was out, sweetheart. Not to mention, you did fuck me in the center of a gas station.”

He looked over his shoulder, the eyes of two middle-aged officers stuck on him. As they made their way over to the pair, Y/N hopped onto his bike, Bucky hot on her tail before tapping her thigh.

“Show me how you ride, princess.”

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[kazuhasbunny]

Giiiirl, imagine you are on Baal's side, you are a general and commanding an army against the rebels' own general, Gorou.

You are all cocky and confident, your years of experience just keeping you aware enough so you won't be consumed by your pride. But oh, your face, when after all of those carefully thought out strategies and intensive training, you end up losing to that mutt.

He is insufferable. Even though his face and body is caked in a mixture only war can give-- blood, sweat and dirt, his smile is the biggest, smuggest thing you have ever seen in your life as a warrior. It does not help that you are on your knees, back stretching forward as the grip he has on your jaw tugs you up with such a force you won't ever believe an archer, a long distance fighter, would posses. The bodies of both sides lay scattered on the defiled land, but the purple spots decorate the most, as his last men stand straight and proud behind him, just as yours do, but the lack the attentiveness. Their tired and bored countenance ticks you in a wrong way. Why they don't look happy by this result?

Does your failure was already predicted? As if this end was something that was already calculated. Taken in account.

The man holding your jaw in a bruising grip let go of you, a mere blink of respite as the next second your left cheek explodes in pain, your vision swaggers for a second as you fall on your right side from the streght of that blow. You shut your eyes and concentrate on your breathing; the fight left you completely drained, as much as your brain screamed at you to stand up and attack that man, your bones and muscles protested as you tensed in hopes of getting up, but ultimately you only made yourself look pitiful.

Gorou turns to were his men are, his gaze lingering for a second on your laughable attempt. His focus switches to the army as he starts to pace from one side to the other, the victory was already decided, but the energy from the feat itself brought a surge of emotions within him.

Another quick glance at you, and something on his mind switched. He was wondering what to do with you; killing you off felt as a meaningless action, as the Shogun won't care for someone as low as yourself. You only were deployed to fight against them to gain time for the real force, to prepare and learn how strong the rebels actually are. With how confident you looked hours ago, it seems that your benevolent Shogun forgot to grace you with such knowledge before sending you off with a bunch of newly trainees.

"First of all, congratulations, my friends, for this well earned victory" Gorou began. The group of men on front of him quickly acknowledge his words, paying attention to what he had to say.

"Even if the outcome resulted as to what we--" He turns around, your eyes opened when he began speaking. You both made eye contact, and Gorou's smirk transformed into a full smile. Was it okay for him to fill such giddiness at the sight of your equally wounded pride and body? After all, he was the one to bring you into that state, he was the one to put you in your rightful place with just one arrow, kneeling on the dirty battlefield as the geo power incased on the arrowhead did its job in petrify you.

The glint of defeat on, dare he say, those gorgeous eyes of yours really made them stand out. Actually, as he approaches your form, he's starting to see some other appealing features he couldn't notice from a longer distance. What was the Shogun thinking, in even allowing you a spot within her number when you clearly weren't made for war?

"--Expected" his pause brought your attention to what he was actually saying. So they had all of this calculated...

"But now, all that is left to do, is tend to the wounded and take care of the dead. Yours and their sacrifice will bring an end to this stupid decree in no time. We need to prepare for tougher, real..." He gives you a glance "...battles from now on. Don't let this win get in your head"

The crowd quietly cheers between them, some of them patting each other on the shoulder for a job well done. All of that camaraderie made your stomach hollow, as you recognise the same speech you have told to your former men after a battle well fought. Those piercing blue eyes of his made you painfully aware of the consecutive part of giving a victory speech, about what is waiting for the losing side, the pit in your stomach grew in size and you really wished that it could swallow you whole before the man in front of you does.

Gorou thrills in your despair. That pretty face of yours plunging into dark dephts, your mind weaving one horrifying destiny after other speaks a lot of your character, as only those who have layed a cruel end to those before them can conceive. He knows what kind of thoughts those are, but as much of a monster as you are viewing him now, he won't do such a thing. He was quite merciful while deciding what your fate will be, even if he didn't pondered a lot in the few minutes after your fall, you are but only a child with a weapon, sent to die by that horrible woman.

And something he prides himself of, is learning from mistakes. He won't throw away something that can fulfill very well other duties than warfare ones.

"Sir! If I may--" a voice spoke between the masses of helms and spears.

"I know, I know. The general" Gorou waves off his hand, his eyes never stranding away from your form for far too long.

A groan escapes your body as his foot steps on your ribcage, not too hard but your weak body sense as if he had nails attached to the sole, your skin felt cold and as if it was being prickled by a ton of needles. He pushes your your body with a gentleness unexpected from an enemy, until you were lying on your back. The new position put pressure in the arrow wound on your right/left shoulder, your dominant arm, and for a second you were grateful of the rigidness granted by the geo element yet covering half of your arm or else you are sure you would have cried in pain, the last thing you want now is to show more weakness that what you are displaying.

"What I am going to do with her... I didn't know myself when we first begun this battle" Gorou continued. He removed his shoe from your chest to your side on the floor, so you'll be cage between his legs while he looks down on you. His arms crossed across his chest and he tilted his head to the side, as in assessing you, taking on your face just as covered in grime as his but not diminish your beauty in the slightest. He really made a good decision in regard of your fate.

The soldiers stood still, the atmosphere felt heavy like the air on a hot summer afternoon that feels stuffy on your lungs as your breath in. Their general had an unseen aura surrounding him, his usual careless actitud makes everyone forget that there's an animal side to him, although they aren't sure they will presence it for the first time, their captain is definitely switching towards that side... they even feel a little bit of pity for the woman under him.

"But as I see her like this, beaten, it makes me remember something of old, that the victorous usually sow. Can you guys guess what it is?" He squats over you, sweetly combing a couple of strands of hair out of your face.

Whispers break among the army after the question. One of them raised his hand, no barely 18 years old as he was one of the shortest in comparison to his bigger and wider shouldered comrades. The young recruit promptly lowered his arm as the general wasn't looking at their direction but that didn't stopped him from answering, eyes shining with excitement:

"They take something as a token of their victory, sir!"

Gorou hummed in affirmation. "Yes, they did. A spoil of war, if you may"

Dread washed over you. He wasn't going to kill you, as a way to demonstrate their superiority? To be taken as a trophy, a possession... He surely won't mean that, right? They are going to torture you and extract every drop of information that you have, until the last thing left in you is blood to shed on their hands as your usefulness is cut short like your troath.

You needed to say something. Anything, as long as it would arise anger within the young male, anything as long as you aren't degrade far from what you have been.

Gorou raised his eyebrows as you coughed. He wasn't expecting a monologue from you but neither silence. Your sudden wish of speaking made the men jump into action, their spears pointing at you with such terrifying speed made you realise furthermore that this battle was destined to end like this, another stripe to the tiger just like a new blow to your pride.

"Just kill me already. I won't say anything, and if given the opportunity, I will end it myself" you spat. You tried to transmit all of your pain, hate and shame in one stare, you won't go happy until you make that man see what you feel, how big your abhorrence is to his being.

All the males stare in silence, until the general himself chuckled. Your cheeks burn with rage, your teeth clenched together as you tried yo surf this flare of emotions. How dare he laugh like that! He already won and you won't speak a thing about the Shogun, why acting like that? Isn't the rebels supposed to act with nobility and fairness?

Gorou took a breath in. He's happy he didn't went for the traditional route and killed you.

"Aw, now you just proved me correct, sweetheart. I'll enjoy making you into a proper wife"

All of that just to say "Imagine being taken as Gorou's prize and he makes you his whore wife" LMAO

(Also? In the part that reader coughs? I wanted to put that Gorou spits on your lips because you looked thirsty AODJFJDC)

THIS 🙏 yes i’d love to be gorou’s housewife he should really take me in and train me to obey him . please i’d do anything for him

AND pleasee omg ... if u actually put that in i’d die on my chair it’s too hot i can’t hjnhnggrh

[baecvlt]

KAITO BREEDING KINK WITH A C H U N K Y AFAB READER,JUST A SMIDGE OF PUDGE(Please I'm so self conscious)

Kaito Momota x Chubby AFAB!Reader

a/n: ...

*screaming internally cause I love me some Kaito and I FEEL you on the self-consciousness aw)*

warnings: well breeding obviously. also the slightly notion of the reader perceived as motherly. + mention of pictures taken without readers knowledge

• • •

You were never skinny, it always bothered you. Understanding that being chubby wasn’t bad, it still did. It made you feel ugly. There were days where you felt thag you couldn’t even look in the mirror. It was that bad. It sure as hell surprised you when your now boyfriend of a year had asked you out, Kaito Momota.

Regardless of his height being taller, you still felt bigger than him. Being vocal of your insecurities, he made sure to reassure you when he heard them. “God, no, baby,” he’d say to you,“You’re beautiful”. He’d smother you in kisses to reassure you. Still, you felt he was slightly repulsed by your physique.

The reality was quite the opposite.

He loved that about you.

There was something about having a bigger s/o, well, chubby s/o that drove him insane. It was just something that gave off a motherly feeling and what can he say? He loves milfs (canon btw). When he first saw you, he thought you were so cute. He dare not act sexually attracted to you, though. Once he did, you thought he was joking and then told him you were insecure about having sex.

So, nothing happened.

He isn’t completely innocent, though. Sure, he won’t express how sexually attracted to you he is in front of you, but it’s different behind closed doors. On your second date you worse a skirt, one exposing your thighs. That was all he thought about. Don’t get me started on beach day. You were dating for 8 months at that point, he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.

“I’m sure you look fine!”

“No! I look terrible!”

“Just come outtt. I’d like to actually spend my day with you”

“Okay, just—I’ll get out in a bit. You go set up”

Kaito had gone to set up your spot, laying down on a sheet he had laid out on the sand. “Hey, I’m here now”. He looked at you and felt his throat dry as you stood in a white and yellow polka dotted two-piece. “Can you hold me so people don’t see me as much”. He eagerly nodded, desperate to have his hands on you. As the day went by, he was able to sneak some photos of you. When he got home, he lay back in bed: cock in one hand and your photos in the other.

He craved you after that day.

Now, you were home and he came to visit. “Hey, baby,” he greeted you and kissed you. “Hiii”. You went straight to the room, cuddling in bed while a movie played on TV. Neither of you had seen it, but it’s not like you were really watching it either. You two were making out, so lost in each other. You decided it’d be best to try something new.

“Can I try something?”

“Sure, go ahead”

You straddled him, Kaito grunting when you landed. “Just let me know if I’m crushing you,” you warned. He nodded, but when you leaned down to kiss him, he nearly gasped, covering his mouth and part of his face. You, for the first time ever, were on his lap, and it wasn’t helping that you had a low cut blouse on.

So just, boobs in his face.

He was shuddering, so you assumed the worse. “I knew it, I’m too heavy,” you mumbled,“I’m sorry”. He grabbed your waist before you could, his hands were shaking. “Can I be honest with you?”. You nodded.

“You’re actually making me really hard right now”

“H-Huh?”

“I need to fuck you. I need to feel you over my cock. I-I want to breed you”

You were blushing. A lot. “Kaito, you shouldn’t say such things,” you whispered,“Especially when you don’t mean them—”. He knocked you over onto the bed, pulling off your shorts. He realized that you weren’t going to believe him unless he proved himself. He got between your legs, kissing your thighs. “K-Kaito,” you sighed, your heart racing as he got closer. He was having the time of his life. “You’re so warm and so soft,” he muttered, taking your panties off,“Your pussy, it’s so pretty...can we try something?”

“Uh, okay. What is it?”

“Can you sit on my face?”

“What?!”

“I’m begging you. Please, just sit on my fucking face”

You blushed. “I’ll crush you for sure!,” you told him, he still didn’t care. “Baby, please”. You eventually went with it. Its not that you didn’t want to, you just genuinely believed you’d hurt him. He lay down and you got into the position. “Is this okay?”

“Lower”

“Okay...How’s—ah!”

Before you could even process anything, Kaito was already lapping up your folds, eating you as if your pussy was the Last Supper. Your moans and soft whimpers fueled him to have less mercy on you. You then noticed the tent he was pitching in his jeans. Quickly, you bent over, undoing his button and zipper. You pulled his cock out, quickly putting your mouth over it. He groaned against your pussy, locking around your thighs. “Are you enjoying yourself, baby?,” he asked, placing kisses on your clit every now and then.

“Hah- Yes..”

“Get off now”

You did as you were told, laying down. He spread your legs and held them up. “I’m going to destroy that pretty pussy,” he whispered before slamming right into you. He groaned softly feeling how wet you were around him. This was just what he wanted, it was also just what you needed. His hips were good to you, just as he was good at reading you. Based on how noisy you were, that’s how he’d fuck you. He would try hitting different spots, finally finding the one that made your whines grow louder. “You like that, don’t you?,” he teased, holding your jaw.

“I-I...”

“Mmm, just ease into it, baby. God, you’re so pretty..”

“Kaito, I-”

“I love every inch of you. Fuck, it makes me so hard..Your body is just so hot. I’ve wanted to have it all for myself for so long. I needed it”

Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, he winced slightly as he felt himself closer to cumming. “S-Sorry,” you whined, but all he did was shush you. He kissed you, which helped shutting your apologetic self up and also tasting your kind lips. After feeling that he’s kissed you to your heart’s content, he grabbed your legs. Pushing them back, he thrust harder into you. “K-Kaito! Y-You’re gonna make me cum...,” you whined.

You were in ruins as you hit your first climax, but he wouldn’t be finished when he hit his. You felt his first load shoot inside you, flipping you on your stomach after. He thrust into you without warning, holding your waist. His fingers dug into your skin and his hands were cold. “You’re so soft,” he muttered. Kaito’s face was terribly flushed. His face was red and he knew he wouldn’t last long inside you, but he wanted to keep filling you. Your body was more than he had ever imagined. When he jerked off, he took his time. It usually took him about an hour and a few minutes to finish. Now that he was inside you, that time was going to be cut by half, if not, more.

You tried your best not to cum so quick. Especially, for a second time. Yet, you were already so sensitive and you couldn’t hold it in much longer. The feeling of Kaito grabbing your waist and slamming into your spot was too much. “K-Kaito?”.

“Yeah?”

“Can I cum?”

“You don’t needa ask me. Relax”

He held your hair, tugging it slightly. He was ramming into you at full force, his hips slapping against your ass. Your stomach immediately sank and you felt like you were falling. You were a mess of moans, your walls pulsating around his cock. He grunt, thrusting faster as his load shot into you. You came right after that, now his loads inside you enough to feel. You fell onto the bed, he joined you. He caressed your cheek. Panting, he asked,“C-Can you go for one more?”. You knew your body was going to be in a state of shock tomorrow, but you wanted him so bad. You nodded and he kissed you.

“I’ll take it slow, but I need you on top of me again. You’re gonna ride me now”

You almost moaned at his words and now extremely nervous. “O-Okay, lay down”. You got up and straddled him, positioning yourself above his cock. Slowly you lowered yourself, letting him penetrate you. His breath was sharp as he covered his face. He was in deep, using his last bit of strength to stop himself from immediately bucking his hips and fucking right up into you. “I-Is this okay?,” you asked him. It was more than okay to him. He nodded, now quieter than before. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”. He nodded once again. You slowly rolled your hips as he was inside you, stimulating yourself a little. He suddenly didn’t know where to put his hands, although he wanted them to be everywhere at once. Eventually, with one hand covering his mouth, the other grabbed your thigh. Now, you were ruining him. He was so shy and so quiet.

You’ve gotta admit: it was kinda cute.

You began to raise you hips, just a little, then dropping back onto his cock; earning a moan from him. He was resisting the urge to fuck you to the next day, but it was getting so hard to do so. Without saying a word, he pulled you torso down. Your tits in his face, he began to suck on your nipple as his free hand pinched and played with the other. You whined, riding him a little faster, grinding down a little when you landed. It felt even better since you were filled with his cum and awaiting another load.

Now, you wanted him to fuck you and you wanted him to fuck you hard. “K-Kaito, I need you to fuck me,” you whispered,“Make me yours, please. I need it to ache”. Without hesitation, he let his hips break and slam right up into you. He bounced you as he wrapped his arms around you almost in a hug. You felt buildup in your tear ducts as he kept hitting your sweetest of spots. It wasn’t fair, you thought. How he was able to make you feel so good.

That’s when you began to explore him. As he fucked you, you lowered yourself more to kiss him. You kissed his nose, focusing on his lips for a bit. You then brought your kisses lower. He loved when you kissed his neck, but that wasn’t his spot. You brought your kisses a little bit higher. As you did, his breath hitched and you knew you were getting closer. Finally, you reached his jaw. A snicker that broke into a sweet moan escaped your lips as you began kissing his jaw. He gasped, moaning softly. “Gotcha,” you whispered, bitting his ear lobe and kissing his jaw again. You felt him twitch inside you as you did and he kept fucking you harder and harder. Kaito was in pure bliss, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was going to make sure to warn you, whilst you didn’t say anything because you couldn’t control it.

“I’m gonna..”

“What is it?”

He didn’t even repeat himself, he just begged you to kiss him. His tongue entered your mouth, refusing to build up to that. His hands placed on your boobs, squeezing them as he came. You moaned, arching your back and collapsing on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and still inside you. “You’re so good,” he said between kisses,“You’re so fucking good”. He held you as you got up and lay next to him, all shaky. He parted your legs, spreading your pussy just to watch his cum spill out. You covered your face and turned around. He laughed and pulled you to him.

“You’re really hot”

“Really?”

“Yes, doll. I love you”

He threw a blanket over the two of you, cuddling nude. You were exhausted, nuzzling his chest. “You going to bed?”. You nodded, eyes closed. He chuckled. “I love you, Kaito...”. You just knocked out like that. “Alright, baby,” he whispered, kissing you,“Sleep tight”.

[han-shinsuke]

You have been wandering around the corners of their not-so-big library in the apartment you shared with your two eldest female friends, Han and Rei. You’re in deep thoughts when the door bursts open, revealing Han and her sweaty face as if she runs a lap just to get where you are right now.

“Ate Han?” your soft voice rings in the room, instinct picking up the danger Han would spill.

Han gathers a ball of oxygen to fill her lungs, ready to fire the news for you. “I accidentally left my phone at Shoyo’s apartment last night, Luna! Diluc had seen your video! And he is coming—forhhmmmmmppppl—” Han didn’t finished her sentence. Shoyo was fast to grab her away as the man who stands next to him entered the mini library then shut the door forcefully.

“What?” you play innocent and cross your arms, you’ve had been in numerous relationship and you are knowledgeable on how to deal with a jealous man. “I was drunk the other night and it was just a fantasy. Sachiro would never noticed me.”

Two days ago, you had an alcohol session with your friends at the rooftop and you were all drunk but you were the most wasted so you ended up recording yourself telling how you badly needed to be fucked by the celebrity vet, Sachiro Hirugami. That was for fun and you didn’t really meant the words you blabbered about.

“What if he notices you?!” Diluc snatches you from the corner and possessively snakes an arm around your waist. “What if he fucks your dream to reality and takes you away from me?!”

Even in his raged form, Diluc still manages to appeal dangerously handsome and the thought alone is enough to fuel your raging hormones. To his dismay, you laugh at his face, testing his patience. Diluc looks down at you and grabs your face harshly, kissing your seductive lips harshly as well.

You moan in his mouth and he groans in return, other hand groping your round and curvy hips. You comprehend that action as a go, so you jump onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you cling on his neck, taking full control on the hot kiss you shared with him.

“Luna—fuck!” your gaze is taunting as you tug and nibble on his bottom lip. Earning chains of pants and moans that resonates all over the room. “Fuck, baby! don’t make me turn into a beast you fucking tease!” you just laugh at his sentiments and attack his lips again, rubbing your tongue with his as you suckle his tongue and upper lip. Diluc is definitely a moaning mess from the erotic kisses you have been giving him.

You taunt his eyes to battle with yours and he puts a good fight while you are rubbing your crotch against his bulge. His orbs flickers and you know it signifies defeat so you lick his face, his jawline and his earlobes. He moans continuously and you lick him better and much wetter than before.

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Daddy?” such a tease you are. Causing his beast to clench tighter inside his pants. Diluc puts you down and he pushes you on your knees, facing the real deal that is about to come out of its cage.

He kneels with you as well only to grab your face and ravage your mouth with torrid kisses. Once satisfied, he spittles in your mouth and let you swallow his sweet and enticing saliva. You moan sweetly as you swallowed his spittle. Nothing has changed. Still sweet as ever. Chilly yet tastes like cherry.

“Raise your hand if you can’t take it,” Diluc pulls down your off-shoulder tops to have a taste of your sweet and aromatic breast, he suckles the two rosy buds, flicking the tip of his tongue againsts its sensitive tip that hardens whenever he pops on them altogether.

“Ooohhh yes, Daddyyy~” you grab onto his hair and press your mounds tighter on his mouth.

Diluc groans on how tight you hold on his hair, smirking againsts your skin, he mimicks your movement awhile ago, tugging a nipple between his teeth then releasing it with a loud pop.

“Fuck, Daddyyy~ your mouth feels hot on my chest hmmm~” you hum your satisfaction and signal him to stand up, being his good and obedient girl, you volunteer unbuckling his belt and releasing his fat and long cockx that fits so well in all of your holes, especially in your mouth, “fuck my mouth, Daddyyy~ pump your loads down my throat, please, Daddyyy~” your dirty personality overpowers your dignified side. Opening up your sexy mouth for him, you put your hands on your thighs and welcome his shaft by licking its tip.

“Hhnnggg!” you surprise him by clenching your lips around his size, making him use force on you as he slams you down to his hard erection, tip meeting your windpipe in one push.

You gag and salivate on how deep he reaches this time. Calling all the Deities you have ever known, you pray for the fast recovery of your throat that swells roundly from his head.

“Fuck! You, okay there, baby? Hmmm~ Aahhh~Aaahhh~” Diluc bubbles out his moans as he pushes and pulls in your tight mouth, not noticing how pretty your eyes gleams in tears due to pain and pleasure.

Your body jerks with his harsh grip on your hair as he picks up his face, fucking your mouth fast and hard. Shit. That was the only profanity you can scream in your head. As if you have another options to pick, but there were none so, you keep holding on the thread of hope he could only offer.

“Aaahhh~ there, baby! Clench your lips around my cockx, yeah!” you can’t keep hanging on the thread anymore so you lift a hand and Diluc alertness shocks you. He pushes one last thrust but he spills his jizz on your chest and thighs. Strings of saliva flows down your chin and you surprise yourself hearing your own sobs and slow moan. It wasn’t like you felt violated rather, you feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction with the way he moans and pumps himself to cloud nine.

“You good, Daddyyy?” you are tearing up for no reasons when he pulls you up and bends you over the study table. Your buttocks receives multiple spanks and you writhe in pain every time his palm makes contact with your clothed ass.

“Open up, Luna~ I’m gonna fuck you so hard and fill this fucking hold with my jizz, you understand?!” Diluc hisses in your ear then pulls down your denim shorts together with your undies.

“Put your cockx inside, Daddyyy~ punish me for being a nasty girl aaahh!” you squeal when he spanks you again and dives three fingers in your secreting cunt, digits sliding in and out without hindrance.

You press your head tightly on the glass table and tremble with every push and pull of his digits inside you, milking you pretty hard by his hand.

“Ooh, fuck, Daddyyy! Faster aahh pleaseee~” your whole body is trembling from desire yet you keep asking for more, toes curling up like a slut.

Diluc kneels in front of your gushing cunt and he fucks you with his rough and long fingers, and now his tongue and lips joins the show, you are drooling hard when you feel him sucking your folds and the hood of your labia, biting the hanging skin between the slit, you find yourself humping your core on his rubbing mouth as he keeps pumping his fingers.

“Aahhmmm~ fuckkmmm~” still a mess, Diluc moans on your entrance and gives your another hole a lick and inserts his pinky there to plow as well. Your senses heightens, muscles clamping his fingers and tongue at the same time.

“Ooohhh shit, Daddyyy~ I need your cockx inside aaahhh please!” you can’t keep waiting for him to enter your aching cunt so you push his face and earn what you desire.... to be fucked in missionary position.

“Dil–Diluc~ aaahh~ please~ put your cockx inside~” you look so pretty when you plead, who was he to deny his girl of the privilege to be drilled hard so no more pleas, Diluc shoves his full length in your clenching and dripping puss as he grips your waist and devours your lips with his mouth, kissing you torridly and deeply.

You cry his name and he keeps a hold of your waist to give you more shoves and pulls that leaves your cunt aching for rougher and cruel thrusts. You buck your hips higher, urging him to go deeper.

“Baby–don’t aahhh~ clamp my cockx too much aaahhhh~” he groans on your chest but he keeps thrusting in and out, tongue gliding up and down on the hollow between your breasts. Diluc moans louder, tasting his own semenx he spills on your chest earlier.

“Drill my puss, Daddyyy~ ooohhh goshhh~ I think aaahhhh I’m cumming, Daddyyy~” hearing those from your sinful mouth, Diluc sucks on your chest harshly, playing with your both titsx using his teeth.

You moan even dirtier and join his cockx penetrating your swollen folds. You press a finger on your clit and rub fast circles on it while he hammers you fast. Plowing your wetness for the upcoming seeding.

“Higher, Lunaaa~ lift your legs higher, fuck!” you respond to his command, raising your legs higher to stretch you wide ready for his jizz. Few more rubbing and senseless rutting, your walls spasms around his cockx and later on, Diluc drops down above your body, kissing you roughly as he unloads his thick seeds inside your cunt. Your body convulses with his, returning the kiss with more heat and thirst, you can’t help but grin when you feel the warm liquid dripping from your core down to your buttocks.

“So fucking good, baby~ Hmmm~" Diluc pulls out from you and his thing is still hard so you flip on your own, swaying your hips. “You sure, Luna?” he hums in your ear as he positions the tip on your anusx.

“Yes, Daddyyy~ fuck my ass as well, pretty pleaseee, Daddyyyy~” he chuckles from behind and gives your little hole the reward it deserves. A fat and long cockx made for drilling. “Ooohhhh~” your mouth rounds a moan and your hair also receives a harsh pull as he starts pumping you from behind, shaking your peace for real.

“Shit, shit! You are so tight here, Luna! Aah! Fuck, baby!” he tugs your hair again, making each thrust rougher and deeper in your tiny hole.

Your legs started shaking as well so you prod your both palms on the table surface and slam your buttocks against his ramming hips, mixed juice splashing down on the floor as your toes curls again and again.

Another blow and Diluc throws himself on the unending delight of ecstasy. Your legs buckles down but Diluc holds your waist firmly, preventing you from hitting the hard floor. You were pulled closely on his chest, palms rubbing your stomach and wet cunt. His cockx protrudes between your thighs and you can clearly see his remaining cumx oozing from his tiny hole.

“I love you, Diluc~” you pull his head down to your face and kiss him slowly. He was still holding you close when he pushes you again but this time, against the cold wall of the library. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his body, putting the tip on your swollen core, he whispers,

“one more round, baby~”

Who are you to decline such blessings?

[passable-talent]

May I please request a zuko fix where the reader is a huge flower buff (like knows the meanings and names) and is more graceful and peaceful rather than a fighter despite being a fire bender and zuko thinks she doesn't care or take the war seriously and when zuko joins the gang he doesn't see how much she contributes until he sees her taking care of everyone one night and questions the others and learns she in fact is a fierce fighter and he takes her up on a challenge to see for himself

playful fight? where there’s a lil pride involved? but there’s also a lot of pining? hmmmmm

also I love/hate writing fight scenes bc they’re SO FUN but also I’m such a perfectionist (and actually a martial artist so like... I see flaws u know?) that I actually have to get up and act them out and that’s time consuming but also a good workout so whatever ? I guess

you would not believe the amount of flower research in both the avatar and real world I did before going into this ask

this is too much to preface a story with gd I’m annoying but I hope u don’t mind that I was gender nonspecific. It’s a thing with me since there’s like never any male readers on tumblr. so even though you kinda asked for female reader I made it gender nonspecific because that’s what I do I hope it’s ok

anyway here we go!!

Zuko simply did not understand.

The house where his family vacationed was big and beautiful, and a good place to hide until Sozin’s comet. What he never had noticed, until now, were the flowers growing all around the courtyard and the path to the beach. Over the years of disregard, the more exotic flowers had died and been replaced by native life, taking over much more than the flowerbeds he barely remembered the staff taking care of. There were fire lilies, those he recognized, but there were many other flowers that he had never bothered to learn the name of.

Y/N knew all of their names.

He didn’t understand you. He couldn’t figure you out. You were of the fire nation, and a bender, but he had never seen you fight. All you did, as far as he could tell, was pull the others away from danger, settle fights, and tend to flowers that seemed perfectly capable of survival all on their own. It’s not that it bothered him, but it did, because you seemed so absolutely noncommital. Nonchalant. Indifferent. How had another citizen of the fire nation come to the realization that the fire nation was evil, and gathered up the courage to join the avatar, and yet didn’t seem to care about the war at all?

When he’d first met you, he thought you didn’t have much use to the team at all. He thought you just another kid caught up in the war, like the others that were at the western air temple after the day of black sun. But after the brief battle with Azula, he came to see your worth.

“If only we had some Aloe,” you’d murmured as you passed him, on your way to Sokka’s side after he had complained of a sunburn, riding all day on Appa’s back.

“Can we get some?” Katara asked, leaning against the side of Appa’s saddle.

“No,” you replied, “too far away. It only grows near the Si Wong desert, and we definitely can’t go there right now.”

“So what can we do?” asked Katara again, and you shrugged, settling down beside Sokka, on his right while Toph clutched onto his left arm.

“The medical treatment for burns in the fire nation are less advanced then you’d expect. But there’s a few plants that can be soothing- even if not as much as Aloe. If there’s any banana leaf nearby our destination, that may help.” Zuko, though he’d remained silent, cocked an eyebrow in surprise. Medicinal knowledge of plants- that seemed extremely useful, especially given the group’s nomadic behavior. He briefly wished that you had been around while his uncle had had his quarrel with the white jade bush.

More so, though, in the following days he began to see your similarities to Katara- you were kind, and caring, and you made sure that the group was taken care of. You sat through worries and soothed fears the best you could, and that was admirable. You almost reminded him of his mother.

One question was left on his mind. If you were a fire bender- why did Aang need him to teach him firebending?

After you had gone to bed one night, he sat around a fire with Aang, Sokka, and Toph to pose that very question.

“Is it because they’re not a very strong bender? I’ve never even seen them use firebending, they must not be that good.”

“Oh, no,” Sokka said, “they’re actually really good. Probably better than you.” He laughed a bit after his words, earning a punch in the rib cage from Toph, which made Zuko think that Sokka was only trying to tease.

“Really?” He asked, looking to Aang, whose information he’d trust.

“Yeah,” Aang said, “they’re good. But they didn’t want to teach me- said that they didn’t have enough formal training. I think they just didn’t want to be that violent. They’re a pacifist, like me.”

“I could see that,” Zuko said, gazing into the fire. In his fingers he twirled an orange cyclamen, which you had given him before you’d gone to bed. When he’d asked why, you had responded that ‘it was a flower without meaning*, and the color reminded you of him’. He didn’t know what to do with it now, though, before he went to bed. He didn’t want to toss it in the fire, as that felt too heartless, but he knew it was dying now that it was picked. So, when he stood to return to his room for the night, he crouched by one of the overgrown flowerbeds and propped it up in the soil.

Maybe, from its turmoil, it would grow roots and live. Or maybe it would die surrounded by the beauty of the other flowers.

After spending all night wondering the true extent of your prowess, when morning came Zuko decided to find out.

“Spar me,” he said, catching you alone in the courtyard. “I need to be reminded what it’s like to fight a fire bender, and I’ve been told you’re quite good.” You let a little quirk of a smile onto your lips and turned to face him, tilting your head.

“You sure? What if it hurts your pride?” He shook his head, expression stoic as ever.

“It won’t. Either I’ll beat you or I’ll learn.” You took off an outer layer you’d been wearing and, carrying it, made your way toward the beach.

“Good way to think about it,” you said, laying down your jacket on a stone just outside the entryway. But as you straightened back up you planted your forward foot and flashed your other foot up and across, sending an arc of flame toward the prince. He quickly noticed that the game had begun and diverted the flame to his left, sliding his foot into a strong stance before punching flames toward you. By this time you had completed your spin and dove out of the path of his fire, rolling onto your feet and into a tight stance, your hands at your chest. You took them to your left, then swung them to your right to add momentum to your spin, lifting your feet from the ground for a round kick that sent another arc of flame toward him. He dove forward to get out of the way, getting closer to you, and sweeping one of your feet out from under you. You landed on your back, your fall cushioned as much as it could have been, and he pinned you down by hovering over you.

“You’re impressive,“ he said, and you gave him a look somewhere between pleading and fondness. His moment’s hesitation allowed you to swing your foot and use both its momentum and a shove from your elbows to flip him onto his back, your two foremost fingers creating a fire dagger at his throat, not close enough to threaten. This was only sparring, after all.

“Have you forgotten the rules of a match? It’s not over until the opponent yields.” He smiled, slightly, as he looked up at you.

“I yield.” You chuckled and stood up, giving him a hand to right him on his feet as well.

“You have more honor than I,” you told him, knowing that you only won thanks to trickery. A slight laugh rumbled from his chest and he tossed your jacket toward you again.

“How I’d love for my father to hear you say that.”

*a cyclamen a flower that, when given, expresses sincere feelings of admiration and romance. y/n was cheeky

-🦌 Roe

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 2 | " TEA IS SPILLED "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @serendipitysung (again, thank u for beta reading this chap) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @miffythoughts

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In a family of four, the grand manor is typically too massive of a place to frolic about considering the children are, now more than ever, entering the wobbly world of adulthood. Lady Park isn't at all saddened, not even the slightest, of the lack of silly beings bouncing around the halls. Her three blissful children are more than enough to fulfill the abundance needed to fill up these wide walls of comfort.

With wild banters resonating from the top floors to the angry cries of frustration and bullets being fired in the grassy yard, boisterous laughters even in the parlour and magnificent tunes from the pianoforte in the lobby, who would've thought the widowed lady only has three creatures in the solace of her household?

But of course, despite the few kiddos giddily leaping around and about the toughly cemented abode, the house never once lacked a single servant happily offering their services to the ever most humble aristocratic family. They rather consider it as the greatest honor to have even worked in this clan as they, amongst the fewer fews, have exuded nothing but kindness, generosity, and upholding of such exquisite manners despite their highly-acclaimed titles and places in Northumberland’s high-class society.

It’d be a blessing to be affiliated with the three children and whoever be so lucky to earn such fortune is very favored in life indeed. One would say they and the Yang family have always been the highly influential clans even of late and who wouldn't dare say? The two rich families have been one of the greatest friends of the city. Even their children could almost pass as siblings due to the tight-knit bond they shared over the years. Kindred spirits, I dare say.

This season will duly prepare the fine and charming jewel of the family, Lady Y/n, as the debutante’s ball is coming up briefly. A day well spent in the modiste is a woman's dainty bliss as the perfectly sewn dress is finally ready for appealing suitors and the royalty herself, the Queen.

“You look nothing more than gorgeous, sister. Madame Fleur has outdone herself again with another splendid piece.” Jay, the eldest of the family, pinches the silky fabric while gently pulling it upwards to gain better access to the dress’ features.

“Thank you, Jay. Although I admit, the measurements in the waist are a bit funny.”

“I wouldn't doubt that. It is Mother’s liking to keep your corset tight and deadly.” The eldest rubs his chin in contemplation. “Rest assured if you need any assistance in loosening that wretched piece of torture, Niki and I will be of help at the ball.”

“Again, brother, thank you. And speaking of help, where's Niki? He was supposed to help me with my waltz today.”

"I have no idea. Last I saw him he was with Daniel. Shouldn't he be home by now?"

Without any warning, the youngest comes dashing into the parlour like a carefree prince who just had the best slumber of his life.

“I’m right here. Forgive me, dear sister, for my unannounced absence in today's dance practice. I shall have you know, the Duke’s son sent us an invitation this morning. One that Daniel and I,” the two eldest eye him suspiciously, awaiting a usual remark whenever the topic is about the marquess. “refused to reject… surprisingly.” Niki clicks his tongue before proceeding to join his siblings on the cushioned couch.

“Shocker. Tell me, brother, was your day positively horrific?” Jay sarcastically huffed. “Oh, you don't have the slightest idea.” The two boys joined together for a rather boisterous laugh that made the only lass cross her arms as she sits between the two brothers.

“How’s life treating Park?” Jay questions. “Oh, you know. The usual. Living in luxury as well as wasting it away. He seemed more ashen lately.” Niki downs a glass of water that was resting on the coffee table.

After a few more barbs and laughs against the Duke’s only son, Y/n decides to butt in as time’s a wastin. “Apologies for the intrusion, but it’s necessary for me to rehearse for the dances I might have in two days' time, unlike you two who are accustomed to sweeping girls off the dance floor. Come, Niki, before mother sees me to bed.”

In the middle of an exhausting rehearsal with his sister, Niki sits down on the edge of Y/n’s bed with both hands leaning on the mattress. “You could've asked Jay.” he mutters under his breath.

It's not that the boy was complaining to teach waltz, it was more of trying to keep himself away from social interactions for the time being as he felt the need to mope again after a long while.

“True, I could have. But I haven't seen you wandering about the house today. Except this morning when I was awakened by your harsh firing in the garden.” Y/n looks over her shoulders to give a playful glare at the nearly knackered, blonde-haired lad. “How was your day, Riki?”

“Don’t call me that.” He hisses.

“Must I remind you that I was the one who wiped your tushy when you were a tiny bum and I also-”

“Oh you must, mustn't you?” Niki throws his hands in the air in vexation. But his sister could only smile at him in a manner that he couldn't argue any further. “Fine. We did fencing today, with the Duke’s trophy of a son.”

“You know, I never understood your hatred towards that man. I envy Jay, honestly. He gets to listen to your burdens about the marquess and console you."

“Soon, sister. The story’s very… profound.” Niki lazily plops his body back on the fluffy mattress with both hands at the back of his head.

“You mean the feelings behind that story?”

“You're too keen on unearthing this from me, aren't you? You clever bean.” Niki smirks at his sister’s antics.

“Anything to have my little brother confess. I am your most favorite sibling after all, am I not?” Y/n intertwines her fingers with her brother’s and seals it with a comforting kiss right on his thumb.

“Whatever it is, no matter how inexpressible or profound it may be...”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m going to miss these melodramatic moments with you.” The lass scoffs at Niki’s almost sweet words. “It's not like I’m guaranteed marriage this season.”

“Oh but mother will do anything to try and get you married. That's guaranteed right there. Although Jay will be meddling at most in choosing a husband who's fit enough for you. But whoever that lucky chap may be, as long as he makes you happy, he already has my blessing.”

“Do you think Jungwon will ask someone's hand this season?” Y/n joins her brother on the bed as they both stare at the ceiling in deep ponder. Niki gulps at the very sudden question from his sister, but he shrugs it away as he recalls a distant memory of her and Jungwon frequently fighting over twigs and branches when they were nothing but ten.

“Jay can only answer that for you. Why don’t you ask Sunoo? He never misses an opportunity to spill details about his brother to you.”

“But that would be too much, wouldn't it?” Y/n sighs in exhaustion. “I can never get that man to look in my direction.”

“He’d be damned to even try to, especially when Jay’s around. He may be his best pal but Jay has always been very protective about you.”

“Whoever’s the pretty lady to be asked by Jungwon will definitely be the luckiest girl, I bet.”

The boy has all the means to help his sister as he is deeply affiliated with Jungwon’s brother, Daniel. But Niki could only look at her in pity thinking of all the years Y/n has set her heart on the oblivious boy next door, only the latter seems to care less in bearing the lady’s genuine sentiments.

"Yang Jungwon!" A stern voice from a woman in her fifties resonates throughout the lad's powder room.

"Mother." He monotonously mumbled.

"Did I hear it correctly? You're not to dance with anyone at the ball?" With two hands on her waist, the young lord could almost see his mother's vein popping out on her wrinkled forehead.

"I suppose brother spilled the tea, huh? And yes, mother, you heard it correctly."

"Madness! If it weren't for Sunoo's knowledge of this I wouldn't have known. God knows what's going on inside of that brain of yours!"

"Mother, I am not fond of-"

"Nonsense! Not even the daughter of our dearest friend, Lady Park?"

"Most especially not her." Jungwon mutters under his breath.

"Do you even hear the absurdity of your words?"

"Certainly, I do, mother."

"Oh god, oh dear. You're giving me a headache right now." She rubs her temple in utter anxiety followed by a frustrated exhale. Lady Yang fumbles the surface of her dress until she got a handful of its fabric, gripping it upwards to free her steps from the hindrances while turning back from her son to leave him be. Until the eldest shows up from his supposedly brief reading schedule in the pantry.

“Ah! There you are. Talk some sense into your brother will you, dear? I might collapse if I bother to argue even more about his foolishness.” And Lady Yang leaves the two swiftly before they can even utter a word.

“What is it that you've done to mother now?” Sunoo, the eldest, walks slumpily towards Jungwon’s side while half-slamming the book on the marble counter.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Jungwon side-eye him with a sneer.

“She was interrogating me with her unconquerable motherly vexes if you must know. Sincerely, brother, I'm not one to lie. Though, I did try my best.” The younger boy could only scoff at the sassy rebuttal from his brother.

“You could've tried harder. Or maybe, you could've just silenced yourself. Marvelous idea, isn't it?”

“Or maybe, you can put on a little effort to satisfy mother’s hopes even for one night. Brilliant, isn't it?”

Jungwon hisses as he unbotton his puff sleeves one by one with Sunoo looking at him in an almost scorn, pitying his brother for being a complete idiot, not to mention a coward too.

“I’m not a coward if that's what you're thinking. Let’s hear it, what would you have me do, brother?” The younger one looks at his brother’s reflection through the mirror like a brazen knight ready to be thrown into war. With both hands resting on the shiny countertop, he bites his bottom lip with a foreseeable answer in mind.

Sunoo taps the boy’s shoulder before heading to the door to leave him in his fickling decisions.

“Lady Y/n Park. Two dances, brother, then you can pray to spend the rest of your nights in peace.”

Jungwon gulps down followed by a deep sigh the moment Sunoo left the room, like an exhale he’s been trying to hold underwater for over a minute.

He could only hope that those two dances will be the last of it, or he could kiss his peaceful nights goodbye… forever.

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