#well I love Sassy pants and it shows

[bbyobbyo]

Everyone thinks Vernon is always at your place because you feed him. While you can agree it's mostly true, there might be more to it than meets the eye.

content: fluff, f2l, mentions of food

wc: 1.6k

notes: me taking a stab at writing lol. i also don't know how tumblr works. inspired by the fact that this man will eat everything in sight regardless if its someone else's food or not. i'd love to cook for him someday ❤

6pm on the dot. You don't even have to check to know who it is.

"Hey, Sol." You look up from the pot you've been stirring to greet your visitor who let himself in. Your apartment's passcode was practically muscle memory at this point.

"Hey, smells good in here," he comments while taking off his shoes, "I mean — it always does but you get it." You give him a little chuckle in response.

You hadn't been friends with Hansol for very long, but when a mutual friend decided to introduce you two to each other, you instantly hit it off. The whirlwind of a friend group you now shared was filled with strong personalities and quirks: Seungcheol was the self-proclaimed "dad" of the group but you'd swear he would whine and complained more than the rest of them combined. Seungkwan, the one who always had a sassy quip to share, but would be the first to cry at Disney movie nights. There was Jihoon, who showed his love exclusively with acts of service but is so tsundere he would rather die to admit he had any kind of emotions besides annoyance. Not to mention Soonyoung, who made it his mission to convince everyone that he was a tiger. No one knew how this bit started but everyone finds it entertaining nonetheless.

Amongst them all, Hansol was just a dude. A normal guy. As funny as it sounds, that's what made you two click so well. Not that he didn't have his own aspirations (and his own fair share of quirks!), but he had always been the sort of person that was along for the ride. Although a little bit clueless at times, you could tell his heart was in the right place.

"I brought dessert, by the way," He plops a plastic bag onto the kitchen counter, his cheekbones pushed all the way out in a smug grin, "hope you like it."

"Aww, Sol you didn't have to!" delight in your eyes as you wipe your freshly washed but still wet hands on your pants and scurry over to peek inside the bag. "Oh my god, this is that tiramisu from that bougie place, isn't it?! I heard the wait times were, like, over an hour. You're insane for this, thank you so much!" You're practically beaming as you put the dessert in refrigerator, promptly turning around to give him a hug. His hands automatically reach around your back as you bury your face into his chest. Man, he will never get tired of the way you smile at him over the smallest things.

"You're always feeding me, so it's like, the least I can do really" he murmurs as you let go, his own smile spreading across his face when you look up at him.

Right. Your relationship with Hansol was rooted in the fact that you both loved food. Cooking food in your case, and eating it for him. It was a match made in heaven, really. In the beginning stages of your friendship, you always noticed how he would always ask for bites of other peoples' food, the way he would eye a bag of snacks if anyone dared to bring them out, the "you gonna finish that..?" that would inevitably follow the conclusion of every meal. The guy was a human trash can with a black hole in place of his stomach. So really, was anyone surprised when Hansol practically attached himself to you that day you brought in those homemade baked goods for the friend group?

After that day, the rest was history. His insatiable hunger and the lack of his own cooking skills (poor dude would be consuming toast everyday if he didn't eat out) made him worship the ground you walked on whenever you fed him. In turn, his enthusiasm for your cooking and willingness to give honest feedback on your experimental recipes made him a regular guest at your apartment, much like today.

Hansol would be lying if he said he didn't feel like he was taking advantage of you sometimes, no matter how much you insisted that it wasn't the case. He always tried his best to chip in for your groceries or pick up ingredients when you didn't have time. He didn't even mind the way his friends teased him for being at your place more often than his own or the fact that you gained your own nickname among the guys as his personal chef. He was happy with your little arrangement, and it also helped that you were so easy to be around.

"Hey, can you help me set the table?" you say as you push a stack of plates and tableware toward him. Your attention is quickly pulled away again as you go to plate the food you've been laboring over the past hour.

The routine is a familiar one: sitting down across from each other with a wide array of dishes and sides in between. You always make him take the first bites; "I already taste tested everything as I was cooking, silly!" you would say, eyes focused and hands tucked under your chin eagerly awaiting his reactions and thoughts.

Today's meal was a hit, as it usually is. Hansol could count less than a handful of times that he didn't love your food, and even then he still ate everything despite you telling him that it was okay if he didn't finish it.

The next part of the routine, however, rivals even the food in his eyes. Both of you are glued to the chairs chatting away, even when all the food is long gone and empty plates remain on the table. Between you two, there was always something to talk about. Tangents turn to into more tangents turn into "remember when we…" turn into "we should totally do…" Hours can pass by before one of you even remembers that there was dessert in the fridge, and even more hours before either of you get up again to go wash the dishes. When that happens, you simply carry the conversation to the kitchen except this time with the gentle running of sink as background noise.

You were like a breath of fresh air from the chaos of his main friend group and someone he felt entirely comfortable with. Except lately he's been wanting to see you more and more. He would catch himself staring at his phone hoping a text from you would pop up, asking him to come over again.

He's embarrassed to admit that you have never hung out one-on-one outside of the walls of your apartment. It was an unspoken boundary that you two saw each other under the pretense of food, a boundary that he increasingly would like to cross.

You're not even looking at him, attention focused on scrubbing away at the pot in your hand, still talking about that awkward encounter with your neighbor yesterday. But the longer he stares at you, Hansol thinks to himself — have you always been this pretty? He traces every part of your form, from the micro expressions you make with your eyebrows as you talk, to noticing the little strands of hair by your face that escaped the ponytail you put it in, and the way your left sleeve is slowly slipping down your arm and in danger of getting soaked.

"...so screw me if I thought that it was none of his busine— Sol...?"

Before he even knew what he was doing he found himself abandoning his plate drying duty and sliding behind you at the sink, your back pressed against his chest as he grabbed your sleeve and gingerly rolled it up your arm once again. Just as he thinks you can't get any more gorgeous, his world stops when you turn your head around and he finds your face inches from his. The way your eyes glisten into his own makes the split second feel like an eternity before pulling away.

"S-sorry if I scared you, just didn't want your sleeve to get wet." adding a nervous chuckle to the end as he returns to the stack of tableware he has yet to dry.

"N-no! It's okay! Thank you for that!" you stammer back, trying not to look him in the eyes to hide the very obvious blush that spread on your cheeks. "Ahaha... yeah so anyways, what was I saying again?" Without missing a beat, he replies "you were talking about how your nosy neighbor thinks we're dating because I come over so often."

"Oh, haha, right..." your voice is barely above a whisper, a chuckle dies in your throat as you realize you've been scrubbing an already clean pot for 5 minutes now. You sigh as you turn off the water and start drying off your hands to put the dishes back in their places.

"I don't mind," he says after a thoughtful pause. It takes a second for you to register the words. "Sorry, what?"

"I don't mind if he thinks we're dating."

You feel like the hearing comprehension part of your brain just reset. "Wait, wha-"

"I think it would be kinda nice actually... if we dated."

After a second too long of silence from you, he was the one with panic with his eyes this time. "B-but only if you want to! Shit, uh, sorry I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. Just forget I said anyth-"

He's interrupted by your arms snaking around his neck. "You're hopeless, Sol", you say as you press a light kiss to his lips. "I think it would be nice if we dated, too."

[arminsumi]

“you’re short”

“okay? so put some inches in me”

-

all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo 😭

we’re going to ignore that i’ve only seen one ep of jjk and i’m already requesting smut over it ☠️

OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?

💗 GOJO さとる

[ Note ] : 🥵😳 what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that 👍 also u n me are so small compared to him 🫠 also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes 😭😭

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught

[ Playme ] : XXX

"You're so short."

"Okay, so put some inches in me."

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I would, actually."

"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"

"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."

Big boy...? 😳

Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.

But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.

And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.

"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked up—"

"—oh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"

"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.

"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.

His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.

She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.

When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;

"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"

"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.

"About what?"

"About what you look like naked."

You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.

"What?" he raises a brow.

"You're so ridiculous."

Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.

He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.

"Wanna repeat that for me?"

Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.

He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.

"Uh—" you get flustered.

"—haha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).

"I thought you were gonna—" you begin disappointedly.

Satoru cuts you off.

"—do something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.

"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.

Fuck.

My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?

"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.

He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.

"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"

He nearly chokes.

Wow. What? She actually just said that?

"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.

"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"

"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.

Fuck.

He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.

"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.

Please say it.

The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.

"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.

He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.

"... fuck me."

Something just snaps inside him right there.

He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his history—

—er, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.

He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock 😌

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[dollyyss]

The main four failing NNN

No Nut November. Just because it’s November and I think it would be funny :3

Established relationship. All characters are 18+

Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman.

Kyle Broflovski:

-He doesn’t actually have a hard time, in some way he participates and in some ways he doesn’t? He just doesn’t act on his urges as often as most would? Basically he knows to control himself.

-He finds it a bit amusing that you’re so “concerned” about it, honestly it’s not that big of a deal it’s just some stupid challenge.

-he curses himself for calling it stupid because now he’s sat on his bed with you between his legs staring up at him so prettily.

“Curse you y/n” Kyle groans. It’s not that this challenge was hard it’s the fact that you’re his girlfriend.. and he obviously has needs. He loves you for you obviously but the hormones of a teenage boy can be wild. “We’re supposed to be watching Ike..” you sigh softly and rub his thighs “he’s asleep it’s fine, ky if you don’t want to do this just tell me, if you really don’t want to fail.” You smirked gently and looked up at him, he gave you a sassy look. “Fail? I’m.. it’s a stupid challenge anyway, just.. just do it.” He stuttered gently and ran his hands through his curls before setting his hands to prop him up properly. Your fingers were quick to dance around the hem of his boxers, looking up at the ginger as you took out his length. Your eyes widened, you shouldn’t be in shock as you and Kyle have done things before, but they aren’t wrong about what they say about tall skinny nerdy boys.. they’re big. He looked to the side before side eyeing you and clearing his throat. “You stare a lot.” You quickly look up at him blushing “S-sorry sometimes it still shocks me..” he groaned and placed his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing his thumb on your skin “shut up” his hand found its way to your cheek, holding the side of your face to bend down to place a kiss to your lips, his member twitching in your hands. He was always so gentle.

Stan marsh:

-.. he’s trying so desperately to not fail. He wants to show you he can go without that stuff. But god does he fail so quickly. Stan never wants you to think he only wants you for sex, never. But he can’t help himself when you look so cute sitting on his lap while he plays games. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs on either side of his waist while your head snuggles into the crook of his neck.

-he holds it out for so long but it all comes crashing down on him when you’re wiggling in his lap, nibbling on his ear while he try’s to keep quiet and focus on his game with Kyle.

“Baby, you’re moving too much..” he mutes his mic for a moment before going back to his game, while one hand was on his keyboard walking around the game he was playing His other hand rubbed your back. Your eyes peered up at him, smiling softly “sorry” you whispered. You laid your head back down on his shoulder, thighs softly squeezing either side of legs, your arms wrapped around his neck and played with the back of his hair. It wasn’t long before you moved again your clothed heat against his crotch making him clear his throat. It was when you whispered that he knew you wanted something. “..I’m trying not to fail..” you let out a soft huff and poured visibly “you wouldn’t even fail for me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes causing him to lean back in his chair a bit “baby c’mon don’t say that.. you’re gonna make me feel bad..” you let out a soft laugh at his comment and watch him go back to focusing on his match. You thought for a moment.. “we don’t have to do anything I just wanna, feel you.” His eyes immediately snapped back to you, staring at each other until he was lifting you up so you slightly hovered over him, his hands quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down as well as his boxers so his member was freely revealed, you were quick to push your pj shorts and panties to the side to sink down on him. Stan lets out a low groan, his two hands gripping onto your waist “relax baby” his lips find the corner of yours before reaching back for his keyboard and mouse and letting you bounce on him.

Kenny McCormick:

-fails without FAILURE MF IS FAILING THE MINUTE HE GETS A HOLD OF YOU OR EVEN HEARS YOU SPEAK. HE’S DONE FOR.

-everyone laughs at him because they can’t understand how someone can be so fucking horny, but they know Kenny would never participate and if he did he’d be failing the minute it his 12 am November 1st. That’s not what exactly happened but it did happy two days after. You had him staying over at your place and when your ass rubbed against him whilst you both laid down in your bed.. he was immediately taking your pants off, lips latched to your neck and thrusting into you like he was so desperate for it.

“Kennyyy” Kenny’s smile grew wider as he watched you tiredly walk over to him your arms open, eyes half closed and standing in his black slightly ripped tshirt. He smiled wide to show his missing tooth further in. His arms opened wider, letting you fall into his chest and move enough so your back was against him, ass comfortably sat against his crotch. He was quick to pause for a moment, looking at your bedroom door and looking back at the back of your head. His elbow propped him up so his eyes stared down at half your face. “What cha doing” kenny spoke in a soft playful tone. You cocked a brow slowly moving your head enough to look at him fully “laying down? What are you doing?” Not much of a verbal answer was needed when you could feel his member growing against you. “Kenny. You’re not even four days in and you’re gonna fail?” You question giving him a jokingly disappointed look. He looked shocked, but played along with you “how dare you think I Kenny McCormick would participate in such a challenge, that’s just not me” he looked at you again, chuckling. “Besides.. I can’t help myself when you’re pressed against me.” His hand slid between your legs pulling you much closer, fingers sliding under your pj pants and panties. “Mmm.. feeling up for it babe” you only shook your head playfully and lifted your bottom half a bit so he had room to pull down your clothing, revealing your puffy heat. He was quick to do the same quickly pushing himself inside and biting your shoulder. “Think it would be funny if you told the guys I was able to last through the challenge.” “Oh my god shut up and start moving”

Eric Cartman:

-surprisingly he does fairly well. Like actually super well out of all of them, he’s the one the can last most likely to the very end. It may be just be to spite Kyle, or to show him he can do things better then him.. but still he holds off for quite a while.

-if I’m being honest I don’t think he fails at all. Though he’ll beg you to show him things just to settle him, though you always refuse because he’d still be failing by looking at your naked.

“Just one peak” you sigh and look up at him, the movie in the background now paused “Eric if you ask me one more fucking time, you are seeing my boobs and that’s final” he looks back relatively shocked but rolls his eyes “jeez, someone’s got a stick up their ass. It’s not a fail if I just see them” “ERIC” he puts his hands in the air in defence and leans back into the couch “alright alright god damn, chill out woman” you cross your arms and look back to the movie to unpause it, you’re now about half way through when Cartman puts his arm around your waist, fingers dancing under it and on your skin “so like I don’t get to see like at all? Not even for a second?” “ERIC FUCKING CARTMAN NO”

[hiramaris]

Kiss it Off Me

CHAPTER 5

Chapter Summary:

The farmer have the knack to be in the right place at the right time. And apparently, Haley just happens to be there— All the time.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: alcohol

Gif by  LoucoMarx's Artwork

If anyone told Haley she'd grown fond of you at the beginning of the year, she'd probably laugh at their faces. 

It's weird.

How you become a constant presence in her life right now that it would be weird not to see you even once a day.

It had been apparently a routine for you, and unfortunately (fortunate) for her, that you'd drop by the 2 Willow Lane every morning as long as it's beyond 8am to have breakfast with them.

Emily is more than willing to accommodate you, saying along the lines "Haley's a little calmer when you're around, Y/n/n."

Ridiculous.

Of course Haley had to be on her best behavior. You didn't need to see her and Emily squabble for the second time around. That would be embarrassing.

Well... that's what she likes to think. What she allows herself to think.

Because why else would you even stick around with someone as mean as her and give her all these gifts?

And why the hell is Haley even putting up with this?

She'd like to think it's because you want to get something from her. Let's say an ulterior motive.

But deep down she knows it's simply because you're just nice. 

At first, you looked like you're trying a little too hard to be liked by everyone else. Why else would you give almost everyone gifts instead of actually selling them and make profit? It just doesn't make sense. 

But the moment Haley experienced your kindness firsthand, she knew to herself that there's really no other ulterior motive behind all the easy smiles and gifts you were giving Haley.

So, even though she tried not to like it, she found herself actively looking for your presence.

Luckily for her, it just so happens the farmer also have the knack to be in the right place at the right time. 

Surprisingly this time, Haley doesn't seem to mind.

Spring 17

This damn thing.

Haley let out an exasperated sigh as she stared at the stubborn jar in front of her, glaring it with such hatred she hoped it might open itself from the pressure. Her hands were already starting to hurt from trying to twist the lid open.

Can't she have a break? She just wants to cook breakfast today since Emily's out and all, and Haley can finally show you some of her cooking skills at home.

Yeah, sure she can be absolutely lazy with household chores but cooking is actually something she loved to do.

"Come on, just open already!" she exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Haley tried to use all her strength to open the jar, letting out a loud grunt as she felt her palms tingle with pain. But no matter how hard she tried, the stupid lid just wouldn't budge.

She was so busy trying to open the damn thing that she didn't noticed your presence behind her with an amused grin plastered all over your face, clearly finding humor at her antics.

"You need some help?" you voiced out behind her.

"Ugh," a flash of surprise flickered on her eyes when she turned around and locked her eyes with you before her face morphed into a mock scowl. "How does it feel seeing me in pain?"

You chuckled at her exaggeration. "Aw, does the baby needs help?" 

"Hmp." She squinted her eyes at that. "I was about to cook breakfast for us but now I don't feel like doing it."

She crossed her arms in mock anger for good measure.

How dare she calls her baby? And for the wrong reasons, too! 

The nerve!

"Alright, alright, miss sassy pants. Come here," Haley's frustration quickly turned into surprise as she felt you tugged her by the loop of her belt, pulling her close to your body. The heat that radiates from your skin ignites a fire in Haley's belly.

You reached over and snatched the jar out of Haley's grip, flicking it open with a simple twist of your wrist. You then swiftly returned it to Haley's hand and gave her a look that could only be described as smug.

"Piece of cake," you bragged with a grin.

Haley cleared her throat, masking her embarrassment as she playfully shoved you away. "Hmp. You're stronger than you look."

You narrowed your eyes at her, and Haley caught a mischievous glint in your gaze.

"What do you mean, 'stronger than I look'?" you retorted, a hint of challenge dripping in your voice. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, you know?"

"Oh, really now?"

As if to prove your point, you rolled up your sleeves up to your shoulders, flexing your muscles just long enough for Haley to appreciate how farm works definitely did wonders to your physiques, not that you weren't already toned before, but you're definitely becoming a little buffer.

Those farmer clothes just hid them all this time.

Haley's mouth went dry. "Y-yeah, yeah, show off."

It's amazing how Haley still manage to act like this when a simple act of flexing had her gotten her hot and bothered.

She's never been one to swoon over muscles before (Alex's muscle only made her gag most of the time), but there's something about the way you look right now that has her feeling all kinds of things.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts of any impure ideas.

She didn't want to give you the satisfaction of stroking your already growing ego. Haley' sure that you are well aware of your effect on her, and if she let it show, you would only be so smug about it.

Sometimes, Haley regrets letting you be friends with Alex. Clearly, he's rubbing off you already.

"I wonder how many other ladies have been lucky enough to see that impressive display."

"How many are you?" you readily quipped.

Haley suddenly choked on her own spit as heat rose to her cheeks at your sudden boldness. (What the hell? What the what?)

"I'm gonna hit you," Haley threatened half-heartedly as she tried to regain her composure (and dignity.)

She has to make this stop or else everything will be too much for her. Which was a frequent occurrence nowadays when you're near her.

"Okay, okay!" you barked out a laugh, seemingly oblivious to your effect on Haley, much to her relief. "I'll help you cook, alright?"

"Fine. But you're going to boil the pasta. You suck at making the sauce."

"Yeah, yeah, M'lady. Let's do it your way."

Yeah, you definitely had the knack to be in the right place at the right time. 

And probably say the right things at the least opportune time. 

Does Haley mind? 

Definitely not.

Spring 20

The Flower Festival is in four days, and Haley will be damned if she'd be anything but flawless.

Currently lounging on her couch, Haley was draped in a flimsy white towel, the only piece of cloth covering her body besides the face mask she had just applied, and a soft towel wrapped around her hair to soak up some excess water.

She had already finished exfoliating her body, scrubbing away all the stresses and strains of the past few days. Of course, she can't forget moisturizing, too. Despite her naturally flawless skin, it took loads of branded lotions, scrubs and moisturizers (so worth the money) to keep it this perfect.

In short, it's her pampering day.

Haley was a true believer in the power of self-care, and she spared no expense in ensuring that every inch of her body was pampered to perfection.

And she can't afford to be stressed today.

Surprisingly, the day went by without a hitch.

Emily's usual nagging was nothing more than a minor annoyance that she brushed off without a second thought. And Alex, bless his heart, had the good sense to steer clear the moment he laid eyes on her with her bag of beauty essentials in tow.

He's also been kind enough to pass the message to you. Saying he'll just ask you to play ball with him or whatever to keep you busy earlier that morning.

Nothing, she repeats, nothing could ruin this nigh—

Her phone ringing was absolutely the least she expected to hear.

She was tempted to not answer, assuming it will be Emily on the other line. She doesn't call often during her shift, but if she does, she would occasionally ask Haley to bring either her apron or her shoes.

So, Haley's a little bit apprehensive about answering.

There's no way she's gonna be waltzing around outside just to give Emily her damn apron when she just finished her self-care!

Curiosity got the best of her though. With a deep breath, she swiped the answer button, hesitantly bringing the device to her ear.

"What?" she snapped, a little irritated at the interruption.

"Thank Yoba you answered. I was beginning to think you wouldn't." Emily babbled on the other line.

"Just spit it out, Em."

"Um," Haley can hear her hesitation. "Y/n/n's a little out of it and I kind of need help to get her home."

Haley sat a little bit straight at the mention of your name. "What do you mean she's out of it?"

"She's drunk."

For the love of Yoba—

What the hell are you thinking getting your ass drunk like that?

"Hay, are you still there?"

Haley has to literally calm herself down before speaking again. "I'm sorry but I can't. I just finished applying my face mask!"

"I see, I just thought since you're close with her and all..." Emily sounded a bit disappointed but didn't pushed it further. "I may just have to ask Penny to get her hom—"

"Be there in 5," was all Haley said before going to her room to get dressed.

She's going to kill you.

****

In no time at all, Haley arrived at the Saloon in her pajamas, hair damped and bare faced and everything. 

She saw Emily waiting outside, a visibly worried expression etched on her face. "Where is she?" Haley asked, her tone urgent.

Emily motioned towards the Saloon's door. "She's inside."

Normally, Haley wouldn't be caught alive inside her sister's workplace but that's the least of her concerns right now. "What the hell happened?"

"Since it was Shane's birthday and all. Y/n/n kind of bet with him who could drink the most beer without getting drunk. Safe to say no one won, huh?" Emily had the audacity to sound so sheepish. 

Haley nodded absentmindedly and took a deep breath before pushing open the door.

Sure enough, you were there, slumped over the bar with a couple of empty bottle of beer beside her. Shane's there too, but he's unconscious on the floor with Marnie trying her absolute best to wake her nephew up. 

Haley wanted to be mad at you. You literally made Haley walked across town with nothing but her pajamas! She also never go out without makeup and especially when she has just finished her skin care!

But what the hell.

Her heart could only flutter at the sight. How can someone be an idiot and cute at the same time?

She strode over to you and placed a hand on your back, careful not to startle you. "Y/n, come on. Let's get you home," she chided softly.

You groaned softly, lifting your head slightly at the sound of her voice, your eyes bloodshot and unfocused. "Hay..? Is that you..?"

"Yeah, it's me," Haley answered, helping you to your feet. She took your arm and wrapped them around her shoulder, while her other arm secured its place on your waist to keep youfrom falling. "Come on, let's go."

Having the inability to stand by yourself, Haley found you leaning almost half of your weight on her.

Yoba, you're quite heavy. 

"You smell geurd..." you slurred more.

Haley tried to fight herself from flushing at the comment. It did not help that your face is practically buried at the side of her neck.

"I know," Haley tried to retort. "And you smell like beer." She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust.

On the contrary, you actually smelled like freshly picked lemons and mint apart from the subtle scent of beer. It seemed that you prepared for this occasion and showered accordingly.

Haley briefly nods in approval. You didn't smell as bad as she expected, you weren't even sweaty, too compared to Shane here.

Haley stole a quick glance at him, noting his unruly stubble, tattered hoodie, and unkempt hair.

It was evident he hadn't exactly prioritized cleanliness lately. Haley couldn't help but be grateful that you were the complete opposite. But she decided not to dwell on it. After all, it was Shane's birthday, and he was entitled to be himself, even if it meant being his usual slightly musty, emo self.

"Even in my prime years I wasn't able to drink that much beer!" Pam cackled at the background, catching Haley's attention. She's clearly only tipsy despite the massive number of empty bottles in front of her. "Kids these days, really." She shook her head before turning to Emily. "Kid, can you give me some more mead?"

"Sure, Pam." Emily looks at Haley apologetically. "Sis, can you—"

"I got it. It's okay."

Leah, who had been eyeing them from the table decided to make her way towards them. "Do you need help?" before adding jokingly, "I didn't know Y/n/n was a drinker."

"Well, at least she's a lot calmer than Pam." Gus chimes in. "And a whole lot lesser violent than Shane here." He added as he eyed Shane on the floor with a couple of empty bottles beside him. Marnie is still trying to wake him up.

Haley raised an immaculate brow.

If Leah wanted to help maybe it would have been useful a couple of hours ago if she stopped this dungus from doing a stupid bet. Haley didn't dare say that though, and bit her tongue to stop saying something foul, instead, she opted with a strained, "thanks, but I got this." 

"You sur—"

The door of the Saloon swung open once again, and another redhead came straight to them. "What happened?" Penny asked in urgent. She's clad in her pajamas as well and her usually immaculate hair was down, which tells she's also ready for bed. "Mom called that Y/n/n was dru—"

"Kiddo, you're here!" Pam cheered loudly, Gus can only grimace at her antics. "I was just saying here that Y/n definitely won the bet!"

"Mom..." Penny sighed. "You should have stopped her. Y/n has work tomorrow."

"Hmp. It wouldn't hurt to have fun. Let the kid get loose a little. She's already been working hard."

Knowing it's no use to argue with her drunk mom. Penny turned to Haley, giving her a polite smile. "Do you need help taking her home?"

"Yeah!" Leah agreed beside her. "My cabin's near her farm, it would be no problem at all."

Haley tries to mask the sudden annoyance she feels at the women in front of her, and as well as the struggle she's feeling under the weight of the farmer. But she stood her ground stubbornly. She fakes a smile. "I got this."

"Are you s—"

"I got this." She repeated, this time firmly.

****

She definitely did not got this. 

You were thoughtful enough to stay still while Haley guided you out of the Saloon. But once they took a turn near 2 Willow Lane, the farmer started wriggling against her grasp.

"W-where... we going..?" you asked, slurring. 

"I'm taking you home," Haley replied in between grunts. 

What the hell is she even thinking?

She should have accepted Penny's help— hell, even Leah's help would be also appreciated but Haley just didn't like the idea of having those two around you.

Yeah, she knew you're friends with these two girls but Emily called her first, right? Never mind that she declined it first but Haley didn't want to be a bad friend letting you slumped all night long over that greasy bar. 

"Yoba, just how many beers did you drink? Surely, you're not that much of a lightweight."

You narrowed your eyes at her, holding up three fingers, "I had 9. Shane I think..." you held out a finger to her chin, "had 7."

Haley couldn't help but snort in amusement. "I'm pretty sure I'm not that dumb to count 3 on your fingers."

"It's 3 times 3." 

"Yeah, sure."

"Yeah! And I'm completely sober," you declared, as if your words alone were enough proof. But your actions told a different story, as you stumbled once again, prompting Haley to exclaim, "stay still, you dungus!"  before you manage to free yourself away from Haley's arms. "See?" 

"Clearly." Haley answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she approached you. You were swaying dangerously and on the verge of collapsing over Marnie's fence.

"Oops—" You flashed a stupid grin as Haley caught you just in time, preventing you from face-planting into one of the feces of Marnie's cows. "Thanks, babe."

Haley almost dropped you at the unexpected endearment.

Her cheeks flushed deeply, and she internally debated whether to abandon you here or let her own remaining shreds of dignity vanish into the night.

She coughed awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. "Wow, you sure are flirty tonight. You sure you're sober?" 

"I don't know," You answered truthfully, sounding strangely sober. You came to a halt, causing Haley to stop as well. "The only time I allow myself to be this close to you without my heart pounding in my chest is in the reality I've created in my dreams. So, tell me, Haley..."

Under the moonlight, your eyes held an intensity and softness that seemed almost impossible.

"Am I sober, or is this just a dream?"

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Dry humping with SKZ plz. Im new to this channel so yeah. Take ur time

Dry Humping with Skz

Smut: MDNI

Word count: 1392 Authors Note: Well anon, you sent this ask in at either the end of May or June, it is now December. You said I could take my time and I sure did, inspiration has finally struck. I hope you enjoy! Also, the way I wrote each little blurb kinda shifted with each member so I apologize for the inconsistency

Bang Chan - Dry humping frustrates Chan, I firmly believe this man craves skin-to-skin contact badly. Why would he want to waste time dry humping when he could just rip off your clothes and feel the warmth of your skin against his? I feel like the only way you're going to get away with this would be when you take control and tie his hands behind his back. He'd be helpless, wanting to touch your body so badly as you hover over him, his hips bucking into the air. You slowly lower your body against his, grinding on his hard-on in the most teasingly possible way. He'd throw his head back while the most desperate whiney moan leaves his lips. I swear he could start tearing up because he's so desperate to actually touch you.

Lee Know - He'd love to do this as a punishment for when you start getting sassy with him. When you went to undo his belt he immediately swatted your hands away, "You don't deserve my cock angel. You were so naughty sending me those pics while you knew I was in an important meeting."

You whimper, "Minho, please. I need your cock so bad..."

"You wanna know what naughty girls get?" He asks while taking a seat and loosening his tie. He sticks his leg out and points to his thigh, "Come here angel, have a seat. If you want to get off you have to do it yourself." You begin to unbutton your jeans but you're suddenly cut off, "What are you doing?" He interrupts, "This is a punishment, keep your pants on and work for it."

You swallow hard as you straddle his thigh, the denim of your pants making it harder for you to feel what you so desperately want to feel.

Changbin - It starts with you two lounging around on a lazy day in comfy clothes and sweatpants. Then it becomes a heavy makeout session every time there is a commercial break during your show. Now, it's you on top of him desperately grinding against his hard cock. Those damn grey sweatpants he has on always get you, always perfectly outlining his member. You push yourself against his crotch, your want to feel pleasure is the only thing on your mind. He's so thick you can feel his tip pushing against your clit with each movement of your hips. You lean forward, pulling him in for a hot and heavy kiss, his hands grabbing all over your body. When you pull away you can see the dark patch forming in his pants from precum, he needs you so badly.

Hyunjin - You weren't lying when you told him you wanted him to teach you some dance moves. Your intentions were honest from the get-go. It started with a couple accidental bumps of your ass against his crotch while he was trying to guide your body. Then, you started to get an idea, and those accidental bumps no longer became accidents. He grabs you suddenly, pushing his now hard cock onto your ass, "I know what you're doing Y/N. Are you sure you want to play this game?" You smile innocently while batting your eyelashes at him, "I don't know what you're talking about," you say as you push back against his crotch. That's when he grabs you, pinning you against the floor. He hovers his body over yours, his crotch slowly making contact with your clothed pussy. He leans forward and nibbles on your neck, leaving marks. Every move he made with his body was so slow and sensual. His body is hot and heavy over yours, his skin covered in a layer of sweat that makes him look heavenly. "Hyunjin, please, I want more," you moan out. He smirks at you, "More of what? I'm not sure what you're talking about?"

Han - The two of you were spooning in bed, ready for sleep to take over your bodies. The only problem was that you couldn't quite get comfortable, unintentionally wiggling your ass against Jisung's crotch as you tried to find the right position. You felt his hold on you tighten as he took a deep breath, "I need you to hold still unless you want to stay up late doing something else." He pushes his groin into your body to help prove his point, his obvious boner pressing against you. You decide you don't even want to respond with words, all you do is push back into him. "Such a naughty girl," he says, his hips now slowly yet rhythmically grinding against you. " You can't help yourself, can you? Always horny for my cock." You whimper in response, letting your boyfriend take control of your body.

Felix - You were trying to cook a nice meal for the two of you, it was a rare night where both of your schedules lined up for you two to be home for dinner. You were standing at the counter, chopping up veggies that you would add to your dish. Felix enters the kitchen and embraces you from behind as you continue to prep. You let out a relaxed sigh as you put your knife down and sink into the embrace.

Felix pecks at your cheek, "I'm sure what you're going to make is delicious love, but I'm a bit hungry for something else." He moves his mouth to lick at your neck, a move that always makes you weak in the knees. "You're so cheesy Felix,"

"But I know you love it," he says while pushing his hard-on against you.

"Ah... please don't stop..."

That's all he had to hear, now he has you pinned against the counter, his crotch rubbing against yours most deliciously. The denim of his jeans feels heavenly against the thin material of your leggings. He has your legs shaking already, his lips all over your neck as he pleasures you.

Seungmin - Seungmin had been really busy lately, he was constantly filming for different shows and interviews. As a result, you missed him, so he let you tag along to one of his shoots. You stayed out of the way, hiding in his dressing room while he worked. Every little break he has he's in there giving you attention, hugging you, and covering you with kisses before having to go back out to film. Finally, a 30-minute break came, and he practically ran to his dressing room to see you. You were lying comfortably on the couch, scrolling away on your phone. He grabs your phone and puts it aside before crawling on top of you. You were a bit shocked at how bold he was being, "I have a 30-minute break and I'm going to not waste any time with you," he says while sucking at your neck. You put your arms around him, your hands being careful to not mess up his styled hair. "Do whatever you want to do to me then, baby." He wastes no time, his lips attacking yours, his hips pushing into yours. You spread your legs slightly, allowing him to grind his hard cock against your pussy. He's fast with his movements, eager and desperate to please you and him.

I.N - Waking up with Jeongin by your side was always a treat. He looks so gorgeous, his messy hair and deep morning voice adding to his charm. "Good morning my love," he says while pulling you close to his body. "Did you sleep well?"

"Still tired... don't want to get out of bed yet..."

"We can stay here as long as you want," he says while leaning over to place a kiss on your temple. That's when you feel it, his morning wood poking your backside. You smile to yourself, you're going to take full advantage of this situation. You arch your back to push your ass into him firmly, slowly grinding against his underwear-covered cock. He lets out a soft moan, one so quiet that you could hardly hear it. "Does that feel good baby? Do you like the way ass feels against your cock?"

He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body as tight as he can against yours while pushing back against you. "Don't you dare stop."

The two of you find your rhythm rather quickly, sweat starting to coat both of your bodies as you race to finish.

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` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ D.HUME ࣪ ˖ VICTORY BLISS.

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

PAIRING ⠆don hume x fem!reader.

CATEGORIES ⠆fluff!, lil bit of angst- drama for no reason.. for the plot HAHA, shy!don, slight ooc with the boys, don going through it, the reader is lovely i swear, the guys being the #1 supporters of don, bobby being his #1 protector, sassy!bobby, bobby’s kinda mean in this but he means well i swear!

WORD COUNT ⠆4,613 (fun!)

star left a message! this was actually my first draft i had of don and i finally came around to finishing it! this came out much longer than i expected but i hope you enjoy~!

𝟒𝟏𝟏. don finally garners the courage to ask out the girl he's had his eyes on since the beginning of the semester.

"don! hey! so how you gon' celebrate?" bobby calls, jogging up next to him. the faint sounds of the other guys’ voices behind them, they had just come back from germany and all still high from the victory bliss. don had just gotten over a horrible fever, thanks to the guys he didn't think he'd be able to row– and be there when winning gold. now that it's over, they want to celebrate as much as they can, take advantage of a golden opportunity.

"er, not sure— sleep it off maybe." don utters, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they walk further onto campus— towards their dorms, completely exhausted from traveling. the fact that they won olympic gold hadn't hit him yet and with their victory banquet in a few days time, maybe it would hit him then. the shorter man scoffs jumping in front of the taller, stopping him abruptly in his tracks.

"oh come on don, you gotta celebrate! you know soon enough girls are gonna be at your feet." bobby attests, arms flailing about in attempt to prove his point. don finds it almost comedic at how desperately bobby is trying to get through him, trying to hold back his laugh— he lets out "so?"

bobby squints his eyes looking a don incredulously "so? this time right now is your best shot— its now or never."

don could hardly speak to anyone, let alone girls— it became what he was known for. he didn't hate it because it was true, there was no room to deny it— it was just easier to manage, less to worry about but he could see where bobby was getting at, finally the narrative of seizing the moment getting through his thick skull after the many attempts of the team encouraging him to talk to girls more, so maybe this was it.

“i-i’ll think about it.” don nods, almost unsure of himself, he wasn't sure if he was saying it to satisfy his friend or to give himself some sort of encouragement. digging his hands deeper into his pants pockets. bobby’s face softens and he gives the taller male an optimistic smile, patting him encouragingly on his arm before joining the rest of the group. don heaves a sigh before continuing — his thoughts weigh his options for the rest of his walk to the dorms.

don mulls over what do over the course of a few days, with their banquet in a few days he knew had to do something soon. he had many ideas but one just kept coming back to him so he is putting all his chips in on this, hoping he doesn’t crash and burn.

don was nervous, he tossed and turned in bed just thinking about this. his heart beating loudly in his ears and almost out of his chest— he was sure people in the common room could hear it. he looks down at his feet, counting his steps as he approaches your table—trying not vomit from how on edge he was feeling. the words from bobby echoing in his head "this time is your best shot—its now or never."

taking a deep breath, he takes his gaze from his shoes to you. words couldn't describe how you looked, the sunlight peering through the window reflecting beautifully on your features making you look ethereal. he was enamored.

you were in the same physics lecture, you always sat two rows in front of him. he would catch himself drifting his eyes to the back of you head when the lecture got boring or when you turned to talk to your classmate, showing him your pretty side profile. he knew he was infatuated when you were paired during a lab and while don barely spoke– not even introducing himself. you were polite, nice and smart, a perfect trifecta. you always knew what to say and was so patient with him when you had asked him something and he didn’t respond right away. most times when he wouldn’t respond, people would get impatient or just brush him off; ignoring him completely. it was nice for someone to treat him with respect besides the guys on crew for a change.

breaking from his reverie, he realizes he’s stood before your table longer than he initially wanted to and yet you still haven’t noticed, to absorbed in your studies. don almost feels bad for interrupting and the thought of him just walking away and trying again some other day— or never crosses his mind but before he can even make up his mind, you finally notice.

"don! hi!" a soft smile peering at your lips as you stop writing, looking up at him. don's eyebrows jump in surprise, taken aback that you know him. a lump forms in his throat unsure what to say, awkwardly avoiding your gaze.

"yo-you know me?" letting his thoughts continue the conversation. he watches as you laugh- shaking your head for a moment before collecting yourself.

"it's hard to not know the stroke that won us a gold medal." you respond, voice laced with praise.

dons hand shoots up to the nape of his neck, flustered. "well i wouldn't say it was just me, it was all of us." he immediately denies, a faint blush glowing on his cheeks.

“i must give credit where it’s do, i mean you guys must’ve been amazing! well from what i heard on the radio at least.” you boast. his heart swells with pride hearing you sound so elated with how well they did— how well he did, in berlin. he felt his heart swell as you told him. his mouth runs dry as he tries to find the right words to continue the conversation and he kind of kicks himself for letting silence fall between the two of you. you speak up insisting you join him at your table, closing your books and putting them aside. he sits across from you, taking in your features that he thought about from time to time when he was away. you scoot you chair further in, knocking your foot against his, a shock coursing through him– no has ever made him feel this way.

“tell me about berlin, i heard you were feeling under the weather over there.” you start, quirking your head in curiosity awaiting his response. clearing his throat, don gathers his words.

“uh— yeah, it was an otherworldly experience. i never been out of country, out of state even but it was definitely different. an experience i would never forget” you can see his face brighten from talking about it, he speaks so descriptively about his time there it feel like you were there with him. “i was sick with some kind of bug. it was a grueling few days but was worth it after winning. it was amazing! i would do it all again if i had to.” you offhandedly realize that this was probably the most you’ve ever heard him speak and you find him so endearing as he spoke, he was so expressive when he was talking about something he was so passionate about and you loved it. you watch as he goes on about the olympics and the number of athletes he saw compete, you head rests on your hand watching him with attentive eyes letting him continue with his ventures.

minutes pass from dons tales and he realizes that he got lost in speaking about the olympics and droned on and on about it , he felt selfish for taking such time to talk about the most trivial of things— or so he thought.

“'m so sorry, i must’ve talked your ear off.” don cuts in the middle of a story he was telling, as he realized what he was doing. feeling guilty as he casts his eyes to his hands, falling quiet again. what he doesn't see is the small frown that casts on your face, your heart pangs at the thought of him thinking that what he was talking about wasn’t important, looking so dejected. a moment passes as he fiddles with his hands then he sees your hand coming into view clasping his. he raised his gaze and he sees you looking at him with a comforting smile smile.

“it’s okay, i like hearing your voice. i could listen to you talk all day” the compliment was simple but made his heart skip a beat. it’s now or never don gulps, his calloused hand encasing yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you can tell he has something on his mind and he could take all the time in the world to say it and you would wait. “would you want to come to the victory banquet with me? it's in a few days.” his voice is timid and small, if the room was any louder you wouldn’t be able to hear what he said.

you face brightens at his proposal, accepting without a moment passing “i would love to.”

the next few days passes with a blur as don and the rest of the team were whisked away to do interviews and photoshoots on their ground breaking win. it all happened so fast and before they knew it; it was already the night of the banquet.

you had promised don you’d meet outside of your dormitory so you could walk together to the hall. he gets there a bit earlier than you were promised to meet, he was nervous— maybe that being the reason he didn't want to be late and have you waiting outside for him. a cool summer breeze passing through as he leans against the brick ledge accenting the dorm building, soon moments turn into minutes and it crosses don's mind that you might have stood him up.

the thought makes him feel hopeless, pulling up his sleeve to reveal his art deco watch- a gift from coach ulbrickson, it was 6:40. 10 minutes had passed since your agreed meeting time. soon 10 turns into 20, he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you made him feel like a fool— embarrassed that he stood outside of the girls dormitory looking like some kind of perv. he rubs the back of his neck in frustration as he pushes himself off the brick wall, ready to leave. a part of him wants to wait— the part of him that hopes you lost track of time and were rushing out to him but to no avail. even in the moment more he waits, he ends up leaving with his heart heavy and pride wounded.

he thought you weren't like the rest. he was so sure you were different from the people who gave him odd looks or comments on how quiet he was. it makes him wonder if you even meant anything in the library that day, weighing heavy on his mind as he walks to the banquet, alone and dejected.

don was acting quieter than usual.

which, for anyone who wasn't close with don wouldn't have noticed but the guys on crew— who he spent almost everyday with, noticed. it was abundantly clear as they sat around the table at the banquet enjoying their dinner. usually don would laugh along with the jokes being made, react to when someone was telling a story— it was a small tells that he was having a good time but there was none of that. he sat in his seat— eyes casted down on his plate, pushing around his peas. there was something obviously on his mind; the guys could tell. they pass knowing glances around each other, unanimously decided they just had to know what was wrong.

"hey don, you okay?" joe speaks up besides don. he has a blank stare down his plate, lost in his thoughts not paying attention to the current conversation at hand. "don?" joe calls again, nudging his arm against don's, snapping him from his reverie. looking over at joe like a deer caught in headlights.

"i said are you okay?" joe repeats himself, his mates looking at him with concerning gazes awaiting his answer.

"hm, yeah— 'm fine." don lamented, sounding like he was more trying to convince himself rather than his friends. they had wondered where he was before the banquet started and didn't see him until the dinner. bobby raises his worry for don, the other boys agreeing. don continues to deny but they weren't going to let it go. he should be enjoying winning gold at the olympics, something never done before in UW history— they didn't want whatever was on his mind to hinder that.

"come on don, you can trust us— whatever it is we'll understand, even give you advice if you need." roger speaks up this time, his voice laced with comfort. as much as the guys teased and joked, they truly cared about each other— after all the hardships they went through together, they stuck close. the quieter male was heavy with emotion and with a lot of his mind. he confines in them, a reluctant sigh passing through him as he tells them— he wonders what went through your head the day he spoke to you and the days leading up to tonight. he was excited to see you again, talk to you, get to know you even better but it was all thrown out the window when you flaked on him. don tries to not miss any details and by the end of his explanation, the boys were feeling a mix of emotions. some felt bad that don went through all that— going out of his element to ask out a girl he was interested in and other were upset that you'd have the balls to stand up someone with the purest intentions. it's hard to dislike someone who you've never met but after hearing what was weighing heavy on don's mind, bobby had made up his mind that he didn't like you. though he would never tell don but if he were to ever come across you, he'd be sure to give you a piece of his mind.

don doesn't see you as the days pass.

he continued to wonder how you were, what you could be going through. he couldn't bare the thought of something bad happening to you and as much as the guys tried to steer him away; his mind always came back to you. practice helps him take his mind of you for a few hours, he knew better than to slip up during their practices— their tireless efforts to get better never ceasing even after their win.

it was around evening time when practice ends. they’re tired; mentally and physically— it’s been a rough week in general. the last thing don expects is you standing at the entrance of the shell house, rocking on your heels. don stops dead in his tracks, his jaw slacks and heart drops. he doesn't notice bobby almost bumping into his whilst walking closely to catch up to him.

huffing, bobby was about to ask him what was the matter when he follows the line of sight of his friend, before either two of them could say anything— bobby is trudging towards you, don just letting him go, still shocked.

"are you y/n?" a man with cloudy blue eyes glares at you, he stands square; inches away from you. his presence intimidates you— you glower under his gaze unable to stand your ground. you can barely speak up against him.

"y-yes, is don around?" your eyes wander behind him and you see don standing a few feet back. you try to move around the man in front of you but he stops you.

"who the hell do you think you are huh?" he accuses, leaving no room for you to respond as he begins again "you charmed don and lead him on— you made him get his hopes up! you know i'm the one that encouraged him to take advantage of this *pure winners bliss* but you just had to come around and screw it up huh? made his biggest fear come true and for what—? to make don the laughing stock for your friends? he had the best intentions you know, all he wanted was for you to give him a chance and it was just flushed down the drain!” the man was fuming, unable to keep his voice level as his emotions got the best of him. soon the guys who were still getting dressed peeked out to see what all the commotion was about. a heavy silence falls between the two of you, tensions high. you feel small in front of him as he berated you about what happened with don. your eyes cast down, wringing your fingers as you tried to compose yourself.

don heard everything, watched as bobby yelled at you for everyone to hear— he should've stopped him, stopped him from even approaching you in the first place but he couldn't, he froze in his spot the second he saw you, he felt *awful*— what happened a few days ago on the back burner. it wasn't until it was over don suddenly gained feeling in his legs again. he hadn't felt this nervous since their race in the olympics. as he nears the two of you he hears you speak up. voice small and meek.

"i deserved that."

their coxswain huffs– brows furrowed “you know what you don’t deserve? his forgiveness because—“

“that’s enough bobby.” don rests his hand on his friends shoulder, motioning for him to go. bobby was hesitant but reluctantly, he leaves but not before giving you another glare. that leaves you with don, the resting frown on his face as he looks at you– you avoid his eyes, sheepish and feeling embarrassed for what happened. you didn't even know how to begin, you weren't sure if he would even listen to you, give you the time of day but you wouldn't know unless you tried.

“don i–“

“let’s take a walk hm?” he starts past you before you have a chance to reply, following after him as he walks down the port. there’s knots piling in his stomach as he walked ahead, his fists balled so tight in his pockets they began to feel numb, he had no idea how to go about this. he wasn’t even sure if he was ready to forgive you— but after seeing you get yelled at and berated by bobby, something inside him felt off. he couldn’t stay mad at you forever, the least he could do is hear you out.

the water splashing against the wooden beams of the deck fills the silence as don stops at the end, his back facing you. hands stuffed in his pockets and heart heavy. he didn’t say anything as moments pass so you take it as your cue to speak.

“don… i know i have no place in apologizing but i’m sorry and i understand if you never want to talk to me or forgive me for what i did” you pause for moment, watching his back– waiting for him to say something but you’re met with silence so you continue.

“i-i really wanted to go with you, i did! i was looking forward to it all week… i had a dressed picked out and everything! but when the day came—" you fault for a moment, your hands fiddling with your sleeves. eyes cast down "m-my parents called and my sister got into an accident… i went home for a couple of days and the whole time i was there; i just felt horrible for leaving you, and knowing how much i hurt you. i would make it up to you any way i can if you let me…”

the silence was deafening, you try your best from losing composure and crying on the spot. overcome with emotion— the silence was killing you as you waited for don to say something, anything— he could tell you he didn’t want to see you ever again and that would be enough for you.

"is your sister alright?" you let out a sound of surprise when he asked, doe eyes looking at him. he’s turned around now– the sun setting a glow that illuminates against his figure. you eyes focus on his face, nose slightly red from the cold.

"yes, she's perfectly fine now." you nod, wringing your hands. tears threatening to spill as you look at him.

don turns to look at you with a mix of emotions, his eyes filled with hurt and longing. you can see the conflict in his expression as he tries to process what you've said. after a moment of silence, he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

“you really hurt me you know.” he utters, voice fragile.

“yes and i would do anything to remedy that—” you’re desperate for his forgiveness, your voice sounding aspirated as you tell him. you’d go to the ends of the earth just for him to forgive you.

“and yet no matter how much i felt hurt by you, i couldn’t get you out of my mind.” he confesses, his voice soft and vulnerable. "i was angry and disappointed, but deep down, i still cared about you."

tears well up in your eyes as you listen to his words. the weight of the misunderstandings and missed opportunities of that day feels heavy on your shoulders. you reach out and gently take don's hands in yours, holding them tightly.

"i'm so sorry, don," you whisper, your voice filled with remorse. "i never meant to hurt you, i should’ve told you somehow… i’ve never regretted anything more in my life.”

don's grip on your hands tightens as the other dabs at the tears that fallen on your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours.“i’ve never felt this way about anyone y/n, i hope you realize. you plague my mind day and night, these past few days where i was supposed to be upset with you; i was worrying if something bad happened, how you were feeling, what you were thinking.” he confesses, sorrow and regret lacing his voice “i thought what happened that day would make me loathe and resent you for hurting me… but i could never hate you, i can’t let what happened define our relationship.”

you look up at him with a glimmer of hope. you watch as he takes a deep breath, standing ever so closely.

“i want us to start again.” dons eyes shine a soft amber as he looks down at you, the sun encasing his features with a soft glow. illuminating the freckles that litter his face; imitating a galaxy of stars. he’s a dream come true.

a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel a sense of relief wash over you. his expression softens as he sees the smile he’s come to adore so much, the tension that had been building between you starts to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and comfort.

“i promise, i will never hurt you like that ever again.” you say, your voice filled with earnest. don feels as if hes back in the common room with you, talking to you for the first time. he’s lovestruck and there was nothing that could happen that would get rid of it. he’s sure you’ll never do anything to break his trust again, your devotion now so clear to him.

“i know.” a crooked grin plastered on his lips, his arms wrapping around you in a soft but tight embrace. as if he were to let go you’d be gone again. he felt content, all the stresses from the week leaving him as he’s in your arms. a feeling he will never tire of.

“so how should we properly start again?” you breathed, your face incredibly close to dons. a soft flush crawling on your neck as you flicker from his lips to his eyes, him doing the same. it feels as if time stops as you share this moment together, drawing closer until your lips touch. the kiss is slow and tender— moving slowly as he relished on the way your lips feel on his. they’re soft and plush, fitting perfectly against his, like a breath of fresh air. he thought about what it would feel like to kiss you but nothing could compare his thoughts to the real thing. it was just you and him. his his hands rest against on your hips pulling you flush against him, your arms around his neck as he slightly dips you back. passion growing ever so slowly as he continues to kiss you, his kisses becoming more heated, the addictive feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of you.

you break away from him reluctantly, mirrored heavy breaths as you look at each other with affectionate gazes. he clears his throat, composing himself. he pushes your hips back to create space between you. trying to fight the nerving urge to kiss you again as he looked at your rose tinted lips.

“i propose we properly take advantage of this winners bliss everyone keeps talking about.” a giggle escapes you as you embrace him again, this time he twirls you, in your own little world—happy with a profound adoration for each other. the sun setting behind you, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.

the fact they won gold really hitting him now, considering he had a win of his own.

bonus.

“bobby! what could i do for you?” your brows jump in surprise as you look up from the book you’re reading, you had thought it was don since the spot you were in wasn’t as well known, the last person you expected to see was bobby.

“i just wanted to apologize about what happened… a week ago.” he trails off, looking sheepish in front of you. a stark contrast to the man that defended his friend so willingly against you.

“did don send you here?” you tease, a playful smile on your lips. bobby huffs, denying immediately. no, don did not send him to apologize. he came on his own accord, after what happened that evening. don was lovesick the moment he entered the dorms and bobby felt terrible for what he had did, even if he thought you deserved it at the time. he knows now that you make his friend happy and that’s all he cared about.

“don’t worry bobby, i forgive you. i needed that berating, i deserved it. you’re a really good friend to don you know.” you state matter-a-factly. looking at him with appreciation, bobby’s chest puffs at your praise. he crosses his arms over his chest, proud.

“oh i know, i was the one who encouraged him to go for it remember?” you laugh, nodding.

you guess you have bobby to thank for this, you'd have to mention this to don later... speaking of you'd have to tell you're friends about your new lover... speaking of friends:

“hey you’re not seeing anyone by chance?” you suddenly ask, bobby falters—taken aback from your question.

“uh, no. why?” he responded, his head quirking in curiosity from the sudden and a bit uncalled for question.

“no reason, i just feel like a friend of mine would really like you.” you shrug, returning to your book. bobby takes the book from your hands, resting it on the table.

he takes a seat across from you, his hands laced together. as if in a business meeting “say no more, what’s her name?”

he’s all in.

(this is how you and bobby became bffs btw.)

stars ending-ment! i honestly love how this came out and omg is this a segway to a bobby fic????? who knows... it could be hehe. (lmk if you guys would want that lol)

ownership of starrvsn. please do not repost, modify or translate.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 27 (Double Penetration)

Kink: Double Penetration (In Two Holes)

Pairing: Male!Naga x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: N/A

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1107 words

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“You’re doing so well, darling.” Davya purrs, thumb circling methodically around your slit. A buzz runs up your stomach, hips twitching, just enough movement to tease the cock deep inside you. But Davya is quick, grabbing tight onto your sides in quick response, keeping you in place. “Ah, ah, patience, lovely.”

You whine for your poor clit, left unstimulated. You’d try to grind down on Davya’s tale, feel the friction of his smooth belly scales, but his strength stops any kind of movement. You know he loves to watch you grind down on him, the cock deep in your pussy pulsing at the attempted wiggle of your hips. But he remains steadfast, practicing what he preaches.

“Almost, lovely.” Davya chides, like a mentor correcting an over-eager student. “Good things take time. Now,” One hand slides down the side of your hip, patting the top of your ass, “How do you feel back there?”

“G-good.” You whimper, feeling the anal beads shift inside you with every movement. The toy was the biggest thing you had taken yet, making you quite sensitive to every shift and movement. It doesn’t help that Davya’s cock sits right underneath your quivering hole, nudging against the end of the toy. A shiver runs up your spine. “I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” Davya pats your ass again. “I know you are desperate, lovely, but don’t write checks your body can’t cash.”

Your lips curl into a pout, shooting a Davya a dirty look. He may be in control tonight, but that doesn’t mean you're totally helpless.

You contract your stomach muscles, pussy walls putting Davya’s cock in a vice grip.

“Hnggh!” Davya squeaks, hips jerking up unconsciously to meet the pleasure. You smirk.

“I said, I’m ready.”

It takes a couple moments for Davya to catch his breath, fresh streams of precum running down his cock and leaking out of your pussy. Still, he tries to keep his calm facade up, fingers digging into the fat of your sides.

“Naughty girl.” He pants, forked tongue licking at his lips. “Well, I’ll take your word for it.”

Davya’s hand leans behind and grabs at the end of the anal beads, slowly pulling them out. A sigh ripples down your chest, anticipation clenching your heart at what's to come.

The slick feeling of Davya’s second cockhead presses against the tight ring of muscle, and you can’t help but bite your lip. Just the beads and one cock had left you feeling full, how was this going to feel?

“Let me know if you need a break.”

You nod hastily, urging for him to just do it already. Davya chuckles, patting your butt again before sinking his second cock into your ass.

Goosebusmps dapple all up and down your back, the tapered head of Davya’s dick stretching you kind of how the anal beads did. But this stretch burns hotter, tapering into a thick shaft that pulses with blood, searing you inside and out.

It feels incredible.

“You’ve taken all of me, dearest.” Davya rubs massaging circles into your lower back. “Congratulations. It's not an easy-” His breath hitches, feeling your holes contract around him, revealing his own burgeoning pleasure, “-not an easy task.”

“Move, please.” Your voice is desperate, throwing away any bratty defiance. “I need it.”

Davya responds with a sassy swivel of his hips, but is quick to lift you up off his cocks, leaving only the tips inside. He doesn’t often show off his superior Naga strength, but this is certainly a situation that calls for it.

“Oh gods!” You moan, head tossed back as Davya drops you back on his cocks, a cacophony of pleasure shooting up your body. But Davya gives you no moments to reflect this new feeling, quickly yanking you upwards again and bouncing you on his dicks.

“Hmmph.” Davya grunts, forehead creasing as he begins to move you up and down like a fleshlight, fucking your gummy insides with a desperate hunger. You had always stimulated both of his cocks during sex, usually riding one while stroking or sucking another, but this was different. He couldn’t have imagined how warm both of your entrances at once could feel, how’d they milk him so deliciously. “Fuck, lovely.” Davya pants, eyes locked on how you swallow him, all of him, “I fear I may grow addicted.”

“M-me too.” You sing, eyes rolled back into your head. Your nerves are too overwhelmed to form complex thoughts, all firing off from your lower half. “So-o good.”

Davya’s fingers dig hard into your skin, enough to leave deep bruises on your skin. But the slight pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.

Your body falls forwards, hands finding purchase on Davya’s chest and your clit now rubbing right up on his tail. Slick leaves sticky trails across his scales, your hips now grinding everytime he sets you down on the base of his cock.

You never thought your clit could feel even better, mixing exponentially with the shockwaves inside of you, making your toes curl and your eyes water. By the gods, you don’t know if you could ever grow tired of this. Even now, with your thigh muscles beginning to protest, it is paltry compared to the high you chase.

The two of your bodies rock, locked in sweaty embrace. Your hands scramble across Davyas’s abs, not just for purchase but to feel everything. The muscle is the solid tether keeping your mind in place, else it be lost in complete bliss.

“Kiss me.” Davya pants, leaning his neck forward, urging you downwards. You are in no place to say no, meeting him in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and passion.

You can feel him moaning into your mouth, feel his tail muscles clench under your clit, climax inching closer. Your teeth catch on his lip, drawing blood that’s quickly lapped up by you both.

“Shall I cum-” Davay whines, only detaching for a second, “-cum inside you?”

You nod, falling back into the kiss like it was oxygen, like your body demanded it.

The two cocks pulse inside you, stoking your own orgasm with every pump.

“Oooh!” Davya cries, muffled against your mouth, as he spends himself. Two jets of cum fill you entirely, your own orgasms crashing over you like a tidal wave. The duel sensation leaves your holes trembling, bursting with juices as you collapse onto Davya’s chest.

You both lay like that for a while, catching your breath, Dacya’s cocks eventually sinking out of you and back into his sheath.

A warm hand caresses your back.

“Good Job, my love. I knew you could do it.”

[l1ndseyper3z]

I really don't know wether I like him or hate him

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY DISGUSTING THE FILTH IS FILTHING PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION I DONT KNOW WHY I DID THIS

DATING MARK HOFFMAN HEADCANNONS

[SFW & NSFW] [F!READER]

warnings: Mark being Mark, daddy kink, bondage, age gap (both over 18), praise, degrading, gunplay, public sex, thigh riding, cock-warming, cumming inside, p in v penetrator, eating pussy, sucking cock, petplay, bootlicking, boot grinding, thigh riding, choking, sir kink, master kink, spanking, strong language

you are responsible for your own media consumption. minors dni.

SFW

master of PDA and physical touch

he needs everyone to know that you are his and NOBODY is allowed to even glance at you the wrong way.

if anybody even looks at you for slightly too long he perfectly flexes to expose the gun on his hip

if you're younger than him (which chances are, you are cause idk he gives off younger gf vibes) he is so protective

it does get a bit much sometimes but with the knowledge of his sister you can't exactly blame him

he always plays with ur hair

it grounds both you and him

he has to be big spoon

he likes having control and being able to keep you safe

100% teaches you self-defense

with the shit he sees (and does) he wants you to be able to protect yourself when he's not around

worries that jigsaw will test you

even though you've done nothing to deserve that because you're an absolute angel in his eyes

defo that boyf that follows you around stores carrying all ur bags and clothes

always kissing ur neck and hugging ur waist

he took quite a while to get used to you and begin to trust you because of his sister

will watch all ur fav movies and shows with you but complain the whole time (even tho he's secretly enjoying it)

pet names for you 100% consist of baby doll, baby girl, my girl, my girl, darling and sweet girl

he's so sassy for no reason whatsoever (name a saw dude who isn't???)

can be a bit cruel sometimes

and his ego gets in the way of apologising

when he realises he's fucked up he'll buy you flowers or something

he isn't great with his words so prefers to let his actions speak louder

he tries to like the music you like

if you tell him you relate to a song he'll figure out what it means and read through the lyrics to try and understand you better

THIGH GRIPPER

he so caresses your thighs when he's driving

half the time he dosent even realise he's doing it, it just happens

cooks for you

he so puts his hands in your back pockets

he just does

NSFW

100% gets bricked when you wear his clothes

ROUGH DOM

makes you beg to cum

uses vibrators on you as punishment

call him daddy in bed

just do it

it awakens something in him

will tie you up and use handcuffs on you

edges you

overstimulates you

has made you suck on his gun

or fucked you with his gun

absolute master of sucking pussy

chokes you when you aren't behaving

icl he is quite selfish when it comes to sex

wants you to suck him off all the time

ESPECIALLY IN HIS OFFICE AT WORK

He just loves looking down at your little pathetic tear and spit coated face as you suck on his big fat cock

King of praise and degradation

"look at my pretty little whore, sucking daddys cock so well"

"spread your legs slut"

so forces you to warm his cock when you've been a bad girl

and makes you ride his thigh when you're being a desperate slut

always cums inside you

he's not very vocal but you can get the occasional groan or curse out of him

lasts scarily long

will have sex anywhere, anytime

he has such a high sex drive

why do I get the vibe he has made you grind on his boot before

gags.

collars.

he's a kinky bitch and is probs into petplay of some form

"pups don't talk. now, if you lick daddys shoes clean he might just fuck your desperate little pussy"

just wants to see you panting on your knees below him as you obey his every command

will fuck your little pussy like there's no tomorrow

"good puppy, taking it so well for daddy"

will bend you over his knee and spank you as a punishment

and make you count aloud

and thank him

"now, bratty girls have to be punished, count out loud and be sure to thank master for teaching you how to behave"

"pup, I can't quite hear you, should sir up it to 25 spanks?"

his aftercare is okay

cuddles, water and maybe a shower but thats pretty much it

I'm sorry this turned out to be utter filth 😭

[sundrop-writes]

The Perfect Brat

Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid

Summary:

Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. It’s an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.

Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. 

Word Count: 2,900

Criminal Minds Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is primarily a smut fic; reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this could be read with or without considering the major canon events; dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer (he is definitely more of a brat in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them; punishment and reward (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back); size difference kink/reverse size kink (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is); Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tie (the tie is also used like a leash on him); general rough play; Spencer calls the reader ‘Miss’; undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink, Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat;degradation kink (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy; bondage - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back; Spencer wears a cockring; orgasm restriction (toward Spencer); Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned - strap-on sex (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on); crying kink (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer); hair pulling (reader receiving); Elle is called 'Mistress’; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope that’s everything and I haven’t missed anything important.

A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. he’s too well behaved’ - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and she’s always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldn’t help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.) anyway, please enjoy!

...

You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencer’s pants were down. 

Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger. 

But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you ‘weren’t his mother’ when you asked him how many cups of coffee he’d had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldn’t see him. 

It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you. 

Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you weren’t taking too kindly to it. 

He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldn’t stand for him being a mouthy brat. 

The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You weren’t entirely surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently. 

Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror. 

So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart. 

“Look, Miss, please-” He stuttered out. 

Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize. 

But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back. 

“Shut up.” You told him gruffly. 

You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth. 

But that wasn’t all. 

You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go. 

His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own. 

When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didn’t move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin. 

Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You bit out harshly. “I know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.” 

You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didn’t care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave. 

All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him. 

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you?” 

You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice. 

“What’s wrong? The needy slut doesn’t get enough attention?” 

“Come on, Y/N, take it easy on him,” Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink. 

She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day. 

“Oh, I need to take it easy?” You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her. 

You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencer’s body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didn’t make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.) 

Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes. 

“Last time you paddled him, he couldn’t walk for a week.” You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point. 

“He was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.” Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world. 

Generally speaking, you weren’t even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didn’t know when other people were flirting with him and didn’t know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good. 

You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him. 

Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you. 

“So, what do you think we should do with him?” You asked, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize. 

Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.

“I have a few ideas.” Elle chuckled. 

… 

That was how Spencer ended up in his current position. 

He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock. 

There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him. 

You and Elle certainly weren’t going to let him get away with anything. 

He certainly wasn’t going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point. 

The bulk of his punishment was to watch. 

To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that he’d had enough. 

“Please.” Spencer begged hopelessly. 

His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need. 

“Please!” He bawled. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” 

His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you. 

“Did you hear that?” Elle chuckled behind you. “He promises.” She cooed these words mockingly. 

Both of you knew that it wasn’t a promise he could keep for too long. 

Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencer’s pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides. 

“I fucking doubt it.” You grunted back breathlessly. 

“If he wasn’t so pathetic, I might take pity on him.” Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved. 

He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him. 

“If you were a ‘good boy’, you’d shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,” Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point. 

She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness. 

Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way. 

When you did let her fuck you, you weren’t whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didn’t treat you like a glass doll. 

“Please!” Spencer tried again, going directly against Elle’s order to sit there and shut up. 

You weren’t sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow. 

“Please, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! I’ll be so good!” Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him. 

“What? You think you’re allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?” Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more. 

You laughed in response to Spencer’s whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you. 

Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end. 

And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were). 

Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didn’t simply beg for her cock, your body didn’t just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch. 

It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didn’t get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day. 

“I’ll be good!” Spencer whined. “Please! Please, just touch me! I promise I won’t do it again!” 

His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust. 

“Do you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?” Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him. 

Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless. 

He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didn’t even recognize his sass as a problem. 

“What makes you think you’re worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?” Elle teased him. 

She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt. 

“What makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?” Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldn’t have and heavily enjoying your body in the process. 

You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencer’s features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadn’t earned it. Not tonight. 

He let out a few more tears before he spoke again. 

“I’m sorry.” He sniffled quietly. “I’m a bad boy. I’ve been bad.” 

“Why?” You heaved out, breathless from Elle’s efforts. “Why are you bad?” 

“Good boys don’t talk back.” Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat. 

“Look, the genius finally figured it out.” Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice. 

“Good!” You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elle’s cock while you locked eyes with Spencer’s wet, glassy ones. “Now keep your whiny fuckin’ mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe - fuck - and maybe I won’t keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.” 

Spencer whined harshly at this, but didn’t protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.

...

A/N: This is a standalone oneshot, and there will not be a sequel or a continuation of it. If you enjoyed this, please comment about the body of work that has been written. If you want to see more Spencer fics that I have written, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist, or check out my other Masterlists to see if anything catches your eye.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Can I request fluff 11 & smut 11 with Poe?

Riding Till Morning

--genre: fluff & SMUT

--pairing: poe dameron x afab!reader

--word count: 1.0k

--warnings: kissing, (star wars) foul language, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, sassy!poe (this is honestly canon), dirty talk, groping, clothed touching.

POE PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE

The air inside the cantina was hot, but nobody cared. When you’re in a time of war, spending time with those you love is a privilege, and if that means sitting in a crowded and muggy space. So be it. And how could you complain when you were sitting next to the love of your life? 

With Poe’s arm wrapped around your waist, his touch became extremely apparent. Turning your body to fully face him, you reach your hand up to squeeze his cheeks together, giggling and placing a kiss on his now-puckered lips. “Should we call it a night? I know you have to be up early tomorrow,” you move your hand to caress his cheek.

Poe lowers his hand towards the supple flesh of your butt, giving it a firm squeeze, “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all night, let’s go.”

He’s already on his feet, his line of sight heading straight towards the door. You tug on his hand, stopping him in his tracks, “Shouldn’t we say bye first?”

He turns his head back around to respond and reaches for your hand, but you can see this look in his eyes, a look of lust and need, “They’ll see us tomorrow, c’mon.”

You giggle as you take his hand, walking out of the cantina and to your shared room. The distance between the two worked in Poe’s favor. You swore he would have ripped your arm off if he walked any faster. You couldn’t help but smirk the entire walk back, the people you passed glanced at the two of you for a second longer than they should have. 

Making your way to your room, Poe is quick to kiss you. You just barely closed the door before you felt him press you into the cold surface. His lips envelop yours, the warmth of his mouth making your head spin. You can feel his hands roaming your body, eventually stopping at the nape of your neck. Poe pulls away from you to connect your foreheads, “Your heart is beating so fast right now.” 

“Well besides the fact that you practically dragged me through the base, another smirk rises to your face, “I just really need you to touch me right now.”

Poe’s smirk quickly matched yours as he led you to the couch, pulling you onto his thigh. Your arms wrap around his neck, looking down at him to give him another deep kiss. The kiss only made you more desperate for his touch, you needed more. Breaking the kiss, you voice your need, “Please baby–kriff–I need you so bad.”

Poe looks up at you with his half-lidded eyes, “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nod quickly, taking whatever Poe gave you. With his hands still at your hips, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, the friction pulling a soft moan out of you. Even though you were both fully clothed, the movement was still able to give you the touch you’d been craving. 

Poe sighs as he tilts his head up towards you, basking in the sight of you on top of him, “Do you know how good you look like this? How good you look riding my thigh, baby? Stars, you look kriffing perfect.”

His praise sent pleasure straight to your core, a wet spot forming on your pants. Looking down, you can see Poe’s cock hardening in his pants. You reach down to grab his cock, a grunt is heard from him when you begin to stroke him. 

The pre cum seeping out of his tip starts to show through his pants, just like yours. And maybe you’re basking in the fact that he’s right where you are, but you’ll never admit it, you just bite your lip and try to keep this memory of him locked in your mind. 

Focusing on anything but the pleasure he’s giving is hard, your pace suddenly getting slower and sloppier. The wet spot now transferred onto his pants. Seeing this, he taunts you, “You’re gonna cum, baby? Yeah? Gonna cum on my thigh?” 

“Kriff–yes baby,” you pant out, your eyes squeezing shut. 

Poe releases one of his hands from your hip and brings it up to hold your cheek, his voice breathy “Then cum for me baby, cum for me.”

With the tone of his words, you cum. You can’t help but grab onto one of his shoulders for stability as you feel your core pulse on his thigh, your other still holding onto his cock. Too dazed in the state you’re in, you hear a loud moan come from Poe, the grip on your hip sure to leave a bruise. 

It took you a second to come back to your senses, looking back down at Poe. He’s in a similar state as you. Wait, did he cu–oh. His pants were ruined, the wet spot very evident. His eyes are closed as his head leans against the back of the couch. Leaning down, you plant a firm kiss on his forehead, “We made a mess.”

Opening his eyes, Poe looks down, one of his legs stained with you, and another stain from him. He releases a breathy laugh before looking back up at you, “Yeah, we sure did.” He then looks over to the clock, mentally cursing at the time, “So much for trying to rest before morning.”

You fully lean into him, your body all of a sudden hit with a wave of exhaustion, “It’s alright, as long as we actually get up, we’ll be fine.”

Poe wraps his arms around you and sighs, “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t ask me for ‘just five more minutes’, because we both know what’ll happen after that.”

You laugh, “Shhh…Let’s just relax for right now, that's tomorrow's problem.”

“Baby,” he pauses to check the time again, “that’s today's problem.”

--author's note: oh this is so good. i need poe so bad it's not even funny anymore tbh. NONNIE THANK YOU FOR THIS MAGICAL ASK. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog my work if you love it!! ok, ily bye<33333

[iliketangerines]

I’m back tehehe- So I’ve got two ideas😍 idk if you’ve ever played god of war- but imagine a reader who’s like Heimdall. Cocky, arrogant, annoying, sassy, powerful, incredibly rude, and untouchable but also imagine like one day lord Raiden or mk11 Hanzo- possibly even mk11 kuai liang- get so pissed and end up hitting reader. Like actually landing a hit and reader gets all pity and bratty. Then it leads to them “teaching” reader some manners- ((spanking, rope tying, hair yanking, choking, possibly inappropriately use of ice for kuai liang??))

My second idea

Reader who like is a giant with Oni powers. Shes also really buff- but she tries to be girly. It’s hard for her because she’s so tall and strong. She tries to not eat a lot and be as girly as she can be but people sorta make fun of her and bully her for it. Maybe it’s Tomas x reader or perhaps Sareena- maybe Kitana

That’s all- I love you Pookie-

lovely as a flower

a/n: CLOTHING DOESN'T HAVE A GENDER. SAY IT WITH ME GUYS

pairing: kitana x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowgirl, praise kink

you sit in Kitana’s throne room, staring at yourself in the mirror as you apply some color to your lips and staining it red, and you admire your work

it was well-done, or at least you hoped you looked well-done as you started cleaning up the brushes and closing the lids to all the make-up

standing up from your seat, you flatten down your dress, hoping it didn’t look too out of place on your body, and you hum happily at the sight

you looked gorgeous, you knew you did, and you give yourself a little spin to admire how the dress flows about you

unbefitting, odd, strange, the thoughts fill your head, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath

no time to doubt yourself tonight

walking over to the door, you take a deep breath and walk out, trying not to psych yourself out as you pass by the guards and maids to the banquet hall

you enter the hall, and all eyes turn to you

Kitana waves at you excitedly, standing and almost running over to you with a large smile on her face, and she runs into your arms and gets up on her toes to give you a kiss

she says you look beautiful tonight, and you beam at her, thanking her for her compliment before hooking your arm with hers and walking to your seats

you’re not sure how you scored Kitana as a simple guard, but you weren’t going to complain

you suppose you’re tall, buff, strong, and perhaps a little charming and that’s what drew the princess in

you’re drawn out of your thoughts as Mileena and Tanya greet you from their own seats, and Kitana pulls your seat out for you and gestures for you to sit

you give her a grateful smile and sit down, flattening out invisible crinkles on your dress as you turn to face the Earthrealmers that had come to the tournament

there was their champion, Raiden, and then the other three there to help morally support Raiden and also represent Earthrealm

they greet you cordially and give you their names, and you do the same, slightly bowing your head to show your respect before turning back to Kitana

she grabs your hand from under the table and squeezes it as she talks to Johnny Cage, and you pick at your food with a fork with your free hand

Kitana notices how you pick at the little food on your plate, and she lets go of your hand to pile some more food onto your plate, all your favorites

she urges you to eat with a glance over to you, and you give a weak smile, only thinking about how all the protein would add onto your muscle mass

you liked being strong, you really did, and the muscles were a proud achievement of yours

but lately, they felt more like a curse whenever you walked anymore in the palace as Kitana’s consort

it had never been a problem to be strong before because you didn’t have the money to buy all the pretty things that you wanted, so you just plain shirts and pants

but then Kitana had taken an interest you and bought you every single thing you even glanced at in the market, and suddenly your closet was filled with all things you had wanted since childhood

you still took time at the training grounds to hone your powers and your fighting skills, but you heard the whispers

how a monster could have possibly captured the attention of their beloved princess, and why someone that looked like you dressed in such feminine clothing

eventually, the training grounds became a place you avoided, and you tried to slim down and seem more like what you dressed as, more like Kitana

the sound of a scraping chair snaps you out of your thoughts as Shao Kahn angrily shouts something about the Earthrealm champion

Kitana grips onto your hand tightly as she listens, clearly irritated with the general, and Empress Sindel dismisses the general, telling him to meet with her later

the room has suddenly become much more tense, and you no longer have an appetite

excusing yourself from the table and bowing to Empress Sindel and Mileena before you leave, you take the familiar path to your bedroom and shut the door

a grand night of celebration and drinks and food, and you can’t stop thinking about how you feel like you don’t belong in this dress and this make-up

there’s a knock on your door and the familiar call of your lover sounds from behind the intricately carved doors, and you take a deep breath

getting off the doors, you turn around and open them with Kitana standing there, a concerned look on her face

she reaches for your hand, asking what was wrong, and you just wave off her concerns and give an excuse that you didn’t feel very well

frowning at that statement, she reaches up with her arm and presses the back of her hand on your forehead to feel for any abnormal heat

she purses her lips and walks into your room, and you’re left to shut the door behind her

you watch as she sits down on the bed, slightly bouncing up and down, and she pats the spot next to her

you listen and sit down next to her, and she grabs onto your hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, and asks what’s wrong and to not lie, she knows when you lie

the room becomes much too warm and cold at the same time, and your skin feels like all types of clammy as your mouth dries up and your tongue weighs down heavy

Kitana doesn’t stop running her thumb over the back of your thumb, and it manages to calm you down just a bit to say you didn’t feel great in the dress

she turns to you in surprise and counters your statement saying that you looked amazing, beautiful, ravishing

there’s a small pause, and then she asks why you feel this way, eyes peering into yours and imploring you for the truth

sweat runs down your back, and an ugly feeling bubbles up in your stomach as a million whispery voices howl in your head with everything you’ve been feeling

you force a smile and say that you really just felt a bit sick tonight, nothing else

she frowns, and in a quick motion, she settles herself in your lap and pushes you down by your chest so your back flops onto the soft sheets

her thighs squeeze your waist, and she says that she’s heard the maids and the other soldiers talking and that she knows that they spread rumors about you

a cold feeling grips onto your stomach, shame, it’s shame, shame that you let silly school rumors get to your head and that you let them spread and infect your mind

you close your eyes and press your lips together, and you hear Kitana’s voice grow angrier as she says that they’re ridiculous, what right do they have to judge you, and how when she had first heard the rumors she had gotten so angry-

but she stops after a moment, taking in a deep breath, and she rests a hand on your chest and says that this isn’t about her, this is about you

your crack your eyes open just a bit at the statement, and she traces a hand down your chest, over the smooth silk material before tracing it down your stomach

she picks at the seam with her manicured nails and asks if you were okay, and you let out a sigh and turn your head to the side

the rumors did affect you, and you had let them get to your head and well you suppose you didn’t really fit the description someone who wore a dress and you just wanted to lose a bit of muscle mass-

a strangled gasp comes out of you as she slaps the side of your thigh with her hand, and your hands fly to her hips at the feeling

she stops and raises an eyebrow at you, telling you to continue but without any of that self-deprecating nonsense, and you nod and continue with a shaky breath

right, you shouldn’t lose muscle mass just because of a few narrow-minded people, and you know you look gorgeous in your clothing

you like dressing in pretty clothing, and it looks great on you and no one had the right to judge you

Kitana looks down at you approvingly and grinds her hips into your clothed cock as a reward, a slight whine leaving your lips at the feeling

she continues to just do that for a while, moving her hips against yours, and she tells you that you are gorgeous, absolutely beautiful in that dress of yours

her hands start to grab at your clothing and pull it up, raising her hips to properly bunch it up at your waist, and she sits right back down

it feels so much more intense and warm without the layers of clothing, and you can’t help but whine as she grinds on you, the material of your underwear rubbing against your sensitive cock

she says she’ll buy you every pretty dress you want, that you deserve it, that you are important to her and that she loves you

you moan out her name, adding on a please to the end as your hips buck up, desperate for more friction than just her grinding down on you

Kitana just smiles softly down at you and gets up off your lap to fully undress herself, and you sit up, reaching around your back to unzip it

she tells you to stop, and you do, looking at her with a dazed expression as you watch her strip herself down

pulling your lacy panties down to mid thigh, she gets back up on your lap and pushes you back down to lie flat on your back, and she grinds her pussy into your bare cock, relishing in the small little whimpers and gasps you let out

the princess tells you that she wants to ride her pretty little lover in their dress, wants to show her appreciation for it

it makes you flush and warm, and you close your eyes in pleasure as she continues to move her hips down on you

there’s no rush, just her grinding along your cock and your desperate little cries as you beg for her to please please ride you

after a while of just watching how you moan and whimper, she stands on her knees and lines you up with her pussy

she whispers that you’re so beautiful like this as she sinks down, and it draws a loud long keen out of you, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as she grinds her clit into your pelvis

it ruins your make-up, and you’re sure the lipstick is smudged from how much you’ve been biting your lip

but she keeps complimenting you as she rides you slowly, rising up slowly before slamming her hips down, and you gasp her name in pleasure, hips trying to buck up further into her

Kitana doesn’t quicken or slow down her pace, riding you steadily as she tells you that you look so beautiful, her beautiful lover, the prettiest

she tells you she’ll spoil you with the finest jewelry and cloth her money and status can buy and that you are so important to her

her soft and sweet words quell something within you, and there is the feeling of something warm and honeyed filling your nerves

it’s all-consuming, filling your every sense, and you moan out her name as your hips buck up into her and cum inside of her

she’s in no rush and lets you ride out your orgasm as you blubber out thank yous over and over again, hands holding onto her hips and kneading at the flesh

finally, your whimpers of pleasure die down as she coos at you, rising up off of you and urging you to properly lay on the bed

you just sit up and whine that she didn’t get to finish, and she just cradles your face in her hands and tells you that it’s okay, she could always draw her orgasm out of you later

memories past of her fill your head and make you bite your lip, and Kitana just rubs her thumb over your cheek before moving away to help clean you up

she’s gentle as she wipes the make-up from your face, and her hands are soft and slow as she unzips the dress and throws it onto a nearby chair

finally, the two of you lay on the bed, your head in her chest, and she rubs your scalp as you slowly fall asleep

your problems wouldn’t disappear like this, but knowing Kitana was by your side made the journey that much easier

[delphi-dreamin]

Delphi darlin', I simply must know: What do you headcanon to be the brothers' favorite sex positions? Maybe pick up to 2 for each, in case you can't decide.

-SK��👑

Sassy, my love, light of my life...You must be trying to kill me. Because, sweet hell, I about sublimated reading that. I can't even begin to describe how red my face is right now. But y'know what? That's okay. We're gonna have some fun on this most horniest of nights.

All right, kids, buckle in. Because it's getting hot in here, that's for damn sure. 🥵

(AFAB reader, mentions of somnophilia, breeding kink, mating press, exhibitionism, mirror sex, pegging)

Belphegor

Let's start with the youngest for once. Belphie is a sleepy boi. We all know this. He likes to let you take the wheel and do most of the work. Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl are perfect for that! He gets to watch your tits or ass jiggle while you fuck yourself dumb on his cock and he only has to put in the minimum amount of effort. It's honestly a dream come true.

Speaking of dreams, though...I also headcanon that he has no qualms with you waking up stuffed full of him as long as you have no qualms with it. And so spooning comes into play. Maybe he lifts your leg, maybe not, but he loves how well you respond to him even in your sleep.

Beelzebub

Beel knows he's bigger than you're used to. He knows that he could easily hurt you, and he never wants that. This sweet boy is going to take his time working you open so that you can take every inch of him. He likes to lay you out of the kitchen counter with your knees over his shoulders to start.

But it's when he takes you upstairs to him room and puts you in a mating press that he really gets worked up. It's the way he's able to rest his hips against yours, how his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, the thought of filling you to bursting with his seed...

Asmodeus

He has his own bathroom for more than one reason. Asmo enjoys to have sex face-to-face in the bath. The intimacy, the warmth, the wet slide of your bodies against each other as you ride him or he guides your movements, he loves it all.

He also loves sitting you in his lap in front of the full-length mirror in his room. Having you watch where he disappears into you, how your fluids combine and make a mess of his silk sheets. He likes to watch how your tits jiggle with every thrust and the beautiful expressions you make when you moan his name.

Satan

Satan's a goddamn freak, okay? You have the option to fuck him in front of not one, but TWO of his brothers. He has no qualms. None whatsoever. I fully believe he'd bend you over the dinner table in front of God and everybody just to show them that he can. That said...he likes to bend you over. Tables, desks, study carrells in the library, the back of the couch in the HoL library (while Lucifer is in his office, of course), you name it. The best part? At least one of you can read while he does.

Jokes aside, Satan is also a hopeless romantic and I think he'd also enjoy lotus. Sitting with you in his lap, your arms and legs wrapped around him, foreheads touching as he rocks into you slow and deep...

Levi

Sweet Levi. He really, really, really wants you under his desk, sucking him off while he games. He's so red and stuttering so bad the first time he asks, but after that, he starts to get bold and will gently push you under the desk and spread his legs.

I also think Levi is another one who would enjoy spooning. Poor thing is so anxious most of the time that I don't think he'd be comfortable with eye contact at first. So, you facing away from him is the way to go. He can hold you close, maybe even wrap his tail around you, touch you to his heart's content, but he doesn't have to be nervous about you watching him.

Mammon

He likes to fuck you in his car. Full stop. Doesn't really matter the position as long as you're in his car with your pants off. He really likes to put the seat back and have you ride him, though.

Mans is also a massive switch. Like. Switchiest switch to ever switch. As such, he enjoys when you peg him. Either bent over his couch or pool table, or with his legs over your shoulders in bed. (Call him a good boy, too. He might combust.)

Lucifer

I'm probably gonna catch some flak for this, but this man is the horniest motherfucker in the game and he is ready to fuck as soon as you are. Whenever, wherever, however, he is down. Now, that being said...

One of Lucifer's favorite pastimes is spreading you out on his desk with the door open for all of his brothers to hear. It's especially fun when they've been a particular nuisance lately, as it serves the dual purpose of letting off some steam and punishing his brothers. All this with your consent, of course. He's a gentleman, after all.

I also think that Lucifer would be particularly fond of lotus or face-off. One where you can move at your pace and he can worship you, but that he can still take over if he wants. He thinks you're absolutely perfect and he likes to be able to show you. Face-to-face positions are perfect for that.

[tenpintsofsundrop]

The Perfect Brat

Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid (Smut Blurb)

Concept: Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. It's an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.

Word Count: 2,900

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Warnings: this is primarily a smut fic; she reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this could be read with or without considering the major canon events; dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer (he is definitely more of a brat in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them; punishment and reward (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back); size difference kink/reverse size kink (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is); Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tie (the tie is also used like a leash on him); general rough play; Spencer calls the reader 'Miss'; undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink, Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat; degradation kink (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy; bondage - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back; Spencer wears a cockring; orgasm restriction (toward Spencer); Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned - strap-on sex (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on); crying kink (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer); hair pulling (reader receiving); Elle is called 'Mistress'; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope that's everything and I haven't missed anything important.

A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. he's too well behaved' - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and she's always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldn't help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.) anyway, please enjoy!

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You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencer’s pants were down. 

Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger. 

But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you ‘weren’t his mother’ when you asked him how many cups of coffee he’d had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldn’t see him. 

It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you. 

Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you weren’t taking too kindly to it. 

He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldn’t stand for him being a mouthy brat. 

The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You weren’t entirely surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently. 

Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror. 

So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart. 

“Look, Miss, please-” He stuttered out. 

Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize. 

But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back. 

“Shut up.” You told him gruffly. 

You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth. 

But that wasn’t all. 

You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go. 

His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own. 

When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didn’t move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin. 

Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You bit out harshly. “I know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.” 

You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didn’t care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave. 

All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him. 

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you?” 

You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice. 

“What’s wrong? The needy slut doesn’t get enough attention?” 

“Come on, Y/N, take it easy on him,” Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink. 

She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day. 

“Oh, I need to take it easy?” You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her. 

You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencer’s body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didn’t make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.) 

Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes. 

“Last time you paddled him, he couldn’t walk for a week.” You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point. 

“He was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.” Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world. 

Generally speaking, you weren’t even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didn’t know when other people were flirting with him and didn’t know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good. 

You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him. 

Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you. 

“So, what do you think we should do with him?” You asked, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize. 

Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.

“I have a few ideas.” Elle chuckled. 

… 

That was how Spencer ended up in his current position. 

He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock. 

There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him. 

You and Elle certainly weren’t going to let him get away with anything. 

He certainly wasn't going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point. 

The bulk of his punishment was to watch. 

To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that he’d had enough. 

“Please.” Spencer begged hopelessly. 

His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need. 

“Please!” He bawled. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” 

His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you. 

“Did you hear that?” Elle chuckled behind you. “He promises.” She cooed these words mockingly. 

Both of you knew that it wasn’t a promise he could keep for too long. 

Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencer’s pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides. 

“I fucking doubt it.” You grunted back breathlessly. 

“If he wasn’t so pathetic, I might take pity on him.” Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved. 

He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him. 

“If you were a ‘good boy’, you’d shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,” Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point. 

She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness. 

Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way. 

When you did let her fuck you, you weren't whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didn’t treat you like a glass doll. 

“Please!” Spencer tried again, going directly against Elle’s order to sit there and shut up. 

You weren’t sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow. 

“Please, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! I’ll be so good!” Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him. 

“What? You think you’re allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?” Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more. 

You laughed in response to Spencer’s whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you. 

Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end. 

And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were). 

Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didn’t simply beg for her cock, your body didn’t just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch. 

It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didn’t get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day. 

“I’ll be good!” Spencer whined. “Please! Please, just touch me! I promise I won’t do it again!” 

His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust. 

“Do you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?” Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him. 

Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless. 

He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didn’t even recognize his sass as a problem. 

“What makes you think you’re worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?” Elle teased him. 

She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt. 

“What makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?” Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldn’t have and heavily enjoying your body in the process. 

You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencer’s features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadn’t earned it. Not tonight. 

He let out a few more tears before he spoke again. 

“I’m sorry.” He sniffled quietly. “I’m a bad boy. I’ve been bad.” 

“Why?” You heaved out, breathless from Elle’s efforts. “Why are you bad?” 

“Good boys don’t talk back.” Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat. 

“Look, the genius finally figured it out.” Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice. 

“Good!” You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elle’s cock while you locked eyes with Spencer’s wet, glassy ones. “Now keep your whiny fuckin’ mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe - fuck - and maybe I won’t keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.” 

Spencer whined harshly at this, but didn’t protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

[3:00 pm]

“Alright, babe! I hope you’re ready for movie night!”

You turn your head from your spot on the couch to look at Ajax as he bursts in through the door. You smile upon seeing him, it only growing when you see the bags in his hands.

“Got everything?” you ask as you stand up, turning the tv on as he sets the bags on the table in front of the couch.

He scoffs at the question. “Uh yeah. What do you think I am? Some kind of amateur?” he sasses. You set the remote down and put your hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright, Mr. Sassy-Pants. Show me what you got then,” you reply with a smirk.

You see, once every month, you and Childe make sure you have time spared in your busy schedules to have movie night. It’s not just any movie night though. You go all out.

“Hope you’re ready cause I went just a little overboard,” he warns. You raise your brow at him but make no comment, patiently waiting for him to pull things out.

“Okay. First up, the jammies.” Upon saying this, he whips out the new pjs he got you both. You snort once he unfolds them to show you.

He got you matching Hello Kitty pajamas. “They’re beautiful, Ajax,” you coo, pretending to wipe a tear from your eye.

“Fuck yeah they are!” he cheers, throwing your pair at you. You start to pull them on while he pulls out the next items. “Got all the junk food, of course.” At this, he pulls out all sorts of different bags and containers. All pink Starbursts, strawberry Trolli’s, Nerds, Blow Pops, smoothies Skittles, pink frosted cookies, pink sodas, the list goes on.

“Will we blow up the toilet? Probably. Is it worth it? Absolutely!” he shouts. He then pulls out a big blanket, unfolding it as he did the pajamas to show off the pattern. It’s cow patterned but instead of black and white, it’s pink and white.

“I’m starting to think I know what the movie is…” you say with a smirk.

He shakes his head as he throws the blanket at you. “Nuh-uh! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it already!” he denies, but he’s grinning from ear to ear. He is making it pretty obvious.

“Right,” you say sarcastically, placing your hand onto his hip.

“Next up!” he shouts before dipping both hands into a bag now. He then whips out face masks and nail polish. All pink, of course.

“How lovely,” you comment as you take them from him to look at the color of the nail polish and to see what’s in the face mask.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The dramatic reveal that is totally going to leave you shocked!” he declares, staring deep into your eyes with his hand in a bag. You start to smirk again as you stare right back at him, waiting for the oh so big reveal.

After several seconds of just staring at each other, building ‘suspense,’ he whips the rented DVD out. “Tada!” he screams as he drops the bag and holds the front of the movie towards you for you to read the title.

Barbie.

“Oh yeah. Totally didn’t see that coming,” you pretend to reassure, dropping back down onto the couch. He pouts at you as he starts to pull his own pajamas on.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised…” he grumbles.

You chuckle at that before clearing your throat, waiting for him to look at you before responding. You then give a dramatic gasp and slap a hand over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Barbie? Are you serious? I never would’ve guessed that in a million years! Ajax! This is-“ He cuts you off with a yell as he playfully tackles you. You two wrestle for a moment before he pins you down onto the couch.

“Oh shut up!” he whines. He then gives up, laying down on top of you and hiding his face into your neck. You let out an ‘oof’ at the added weight before starting to giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and carding your hands through his hair.

“I really am excited though, baby. Thank you for doing all of this. You did a good job,” you say softly, kissing the top of his head.

He preens under the praise, raising his head to look down at you. “Well, of course I did a good job. It’s me we are talking about, after all.” You roll your eyes at his ego but let it go in favor of kissing him.

After sharing a sweet kiss, he pulls away to stand up to put the movie in. “Enough mackin! We gotta get this bad boy goin!” he declares which causes you to giggle.

[fandomnsfw]

Let Me Love You - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Request -

Warning: Smut...Smut....and a kick to the nads.

Thank you to my beta who did this fore me last night! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You stormed into the school with a scowl on your face, your crimson red stilettos clicking against the smooth off-white floor.  Your outfit was like your usual, sassy and overdressed. At least that’s what Stiles liked to say. You were wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, that zipped up and slightly resembled a bomber jacket. Your jeans were high waist with rips covering the front, as well as a large rip at the top of your thigh just under your right ass cheek.  

Your shoes were excessively high and overbearingly bright red to match your handbag and deep red matte lipstick. Your eyeshadow was a nude matte with a cut crease, a moderately thick wing and fake eyelashes. And to top it off you had a five-row diamanté choker and diamond curved square earrings.  

You channelled your hearing, trying to find the pack. Once you’d located them, you stormed into the cafeteria angrily as you heard the boy behind you catching up slowly. You locked eyes with Lydia who shot you a raised brow before she looked behind you with a scowl.  

You stormed over to the table, ignoring your boyfriend who was traipsing behind you out of breath. Glancing at Stiles briefly as his eyes flicked to your heels before letting out a snort. Scott looked behind you as your panting boyfriend, who had finally caught up. You could sense him behind you but that didn’t mean you were about to give him the time of day.  

“Y/N, come on, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mist-”  

“How many shitty rom-coms did you watch to get that line?” You snorted cutting his words off before turning to face him.  

“Come on, baby, i-”  

“You need some help, Y/N?” Scott asked as Isaac stood up to move over to you only for Scott to stop him.  

“No, I got this Scotty.” You replied sweetly, giving him a soft glance before turning to your boyfriend and bring up leg up, the weight of your platform causing the kick to his balls to hurt way more than it would have had you been wearing flats.  

“We’re done.” You snarled as he fell to the floor clutching his crotch painfully.  

You sat down in between Isaac and Scott as your now ex-boyfriend was lifted by his friends, who were quite clearly trying to hold back their laughter and teasing remarks. Stiles leaned over Isaac with a raised brow, causing you to match his expression in confusion.  

“How do you even walk in those?” Stiles muttered as he pointed to the pair of high heels on your feet.  

“With great strength and precision.” You deadpanned, causing Erica to snigger to herself.  

“So who’d you catch him with?” Jackson asked casually like it was somehow a regular occurrence to have a pack mate’s boyfriend cheating on them.  

“Ava.” You growled as said girl walked into the cafeteria. You tuned into the conversation she was having with Abigail and Emma.  

‘Don’t you think Isaac got so hot recently?’ Ava giggled as she glanced over at Isaac who was sat next to you minding his own business. You stood up and threw your right leg over him before sitting down and straddling him. He looked up from his phone with a raised brow as if silently asking what you were doing.  

“Play along.” You muttered softly with a fake smile. Isaac snorted but decided to indulge in whatever game you were playing. You leant down to whisper in his ear making it look as sexy and seductive as you could from an outsiders point of view.  

“Can you act like you wanna fuck me desperately for like five minutes to piss Ava off?” You whisper biting his ear for show. He let out a ‘mhmm’ of agreement before pulling you back by your hair gently. He pulled you flush against his body before pulling you down harshly for a kiss that almost had your eyes widening as you felt arousal spark immediately.  

The kiss was like fire had ignited inside of you and your whole body burn for it. You let out a little whimper as his tongue brushed across your lower lip. One hand in your hair while the other slipped just under the bottom of your top, skimmed against the heated skin.  

You had completely forgotten about Ava as you gripped onto Isaac t-shirt, letting him control the kiss willingly. You snapped out of the kiss as someone coughed awkwardly behind you. You pulled away with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes, your face one of pure uncut desire. Scott and Stiles gaped at you as you tried to bring your head out the clouds.  

You felt dizzy from the kiss, which only caused your eyes to zone out slightly, as you swayed in Isaac’s lap. He let out a chuckle as he pulled you against his chest in an effort to keep you from falling.  

“Jesus, Isaac, did you slip her an aphrodisiac when you kissed her, she’s totally gone!” Erica laughed with Allison as they stared at you.  

“No, I just did what she wanted.” Isaac snorted as he cupped your cheeks, lifting your face up to look into your eyes.  

“Y/N, dinners almost over.” Isaac whispered softly, his eyes scanning yours in amusement.  

You blinked a few times before shaking your head in embarrassment. You slid off his lap into your own seat as a few of the pack members chuckled at your flushed face. You glanced at Isaac who had gone back to his phone like none of it ever happened.  

***  

You were sat in Allison’s bedroom in between Erica and Lydia who were painting their nails. Allison let out a chuckle as she read a text on her phone, causing you to raise an eyebrow. She glanced at you with a cheeky grin before glancing back at her phone. Cora rolled her eyes as she scrolled through Facebook aimlessly, choosing to ignore Allison’s laugh, until she finally spoke up.  

“Scott and the boys are hanging out tonight at Derek’s.” Allison supplied making you hum in thought.  

“I wonder what the boys talk about when they’re away from us?” You pondered with a smirk.  

“Probably pussy, video games and action movies.” Erica laughed as she looked up from her freshly painted red nails.  

“Kinda like us then except ours is cock, fashion and romance movies.” You huffed in amusement.  

“Speaking of dick. When are you gonna jump on Isaac’s.” Lydia muttered casually, her eyes never leaving her nails.  

“Lydia, I literally just broke up with my boyfriend less than 48 hours ago.” You snorted, sarcasm lacing your voice.  

“You kissed him less than 10 minutes after your break up, so by calculated standards you should be riding his dick right now.” Lydia chuckled, a smirk gracing her nude pink lips.  

“He doesn’t even see me like that.” You huffed childishly, throwing yourself back on the bed in annoyance.  

“If he didn’t see you like that he wouldn’t have kissed you like he was about to fuck you in the middle of the school cafeteria.” Cora laughed as you blushed slightly.  

“I told him to act like he wanted to fuck me cos Ava was there talking about how hot he was and I wanted to piss her off.” You pouted as Allison stared down at you.  

“Isaac’s a terrible actor.” Erica declared, a smirk adorning her red lips. Allison looked at you curiously before turning back to her phone.  

“So, how do you feel about him?” Allison asked gently, after a few seconds off silence.  

“Honestly? I’ve always liked Isaac but never made a move. He’s so tall and hot but he also has this sweet side to him, like when he carried my bag for me on the way home one time. Then there’s his dominant side.” You trailed off with a grin on your face.  

“Everyone thinks he’s a walking puppy but he has this look that screams dominance. Every time he does it makes my knee’s go weak…Fuck I’ve got it so bad.” You groaned.  

Allison chuckled before declaring they order pizza. The girls agreed, all rattling off their orders before deciding to scan through Netflix. After 20 minutes there was a knock at the door which made everyone frown. The pizza place always took at least 45 minutes so to say the girls were confused was an understatement. Allison slid her gun into the back of her jeans before walking to the door, you and the other girls following behind closely. Lydia was at the back since she didn’t have any real fighting skills yet.  

Allison opened the front door her hand on the gun but quickly relaxed when she saw Isaac stood there with a smirk. He held up his phone as a video started playing. You couldn’t see anything but you heard your voice. In the video, you were talking about your feelings for Isaac and honestly, right now you’d wished the ground would swallow you whole.  

You glanced and the girls with wide eyes, trying to figure out who did it. However, none of them gave anything away. Isaac let the video play out much to your own embarrassment but once it was done he pocketed his phone and strode over to you with hooded eyes. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before turning to the girls  

“Thanks, Allison, for the video. We’ll see you at school on Monday.” Isaac chuckled before leaving the house, the girls chuckling and waving to you as you disappeared from sight. You had wide eyes as he placed you down in front of what looked to be Scott’s bike. You gave him a curious look before he motioned to the bike silently.  

“Isaac wha-”  

“Get on the bike before I decide to fuck you in the middle of the street.” Isaac growled, causing your eyes to widen tenfold. You hopped onto the bike behind Isaac without another word.  

He sped down the road, which was almost empty due to it being around 11 at night. You clung to him tightly and almost cursed when you arrived at the McCall’s because you had to let go. You adjusted your white Adidas cap before glancing at the boy was had just gotten off the bike.  

You went to get off the bike only to be lifted up and thrown back over Isaac’s shoulder. You let out a squeak which only earnt you a chuckle from the boy carrying you. He walked into the house, closing the door behind him before moving straight up the stairs.  

“Where’s Melissa?” You whispered as he kicked open the door to his room.  

“Night shift and Scott’s staying at Derek.” Isaac answered easily before throwing you down on the bed which caused you to let out another little squeak.  

He shed his leather jacket and v neck t-shirt before crawling onto the bed straight towards you. You scrambled back as you took in his predatory glance, but your attempts were futile because he soon had you cornered and honestly you felt nothing but arousal.  

“Before I fuck you into next week, I just want to put out there that this isn’t a fling. You’re mine now. Any objections?” Isaac chuckled as he hovered over you covered stomach.  

“N-No.” You stuttered nervously, your face flushing softly.  

He let out a chuckle as he began working on unbuttoning your jeans and slipping off your Adidas sneakers. He moved up once the task was complete, his lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss. You let out a gasp which he took as an invite and slipped his tongue into your mouth, twisting it with yours.  

Once your jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled them down your legs without a second thought and that’s when your eyes snapped open as you remembered what you were wearing.  

You had a pure white bodysuit on, which usually wouldn’t be a problem except for today, you’d chosen to wear your thong one. Meaning the front rest just above your hips and your ass was completely exposed. You thanked the heavens you were laying on your back for now.  

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Isaac huffed darkly with a smirk however that was quickly replaced were a suspicious scowl.  

“Turn over.” He instructed as he threw your high waist boyfriend jeans somewhere in the room.  

Your eyes widened as you stared at him with flushed cheeks. He shot you a smirk, letting you know he’d already figured it out. When you didn’t move he flipped you over and as he did he let out a groan of approval.  

“Fuck…I might not even take this off to fuck you. I might just…” He trailed off as he lifted you up, so you were face down with your ass in the air, before moving the thin material away from your pussy.  

“God, look at you.” Isaac chuckled as he lifted his free hand and ran his middle finger down your slit. You let out a gasp as he brushed against your fold, a moan quickly following when he softly circled your clit.  

“You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Isaac teased as he pushed the tip of his index finger into your dripping pussy  

You felt the bed jolt as he moved, but before you had time to evaluate what was happening his tongue was pushing inside you. You inhaled harshly, quickly followed by a dirty moan that earnt you a chuckle from Isaac. He pulled his tongue back out, pulling away completely. Leaving you whining in protest.  

Suddenly Isaac was laid down, his face directly under your wet heat. You moved so your arms were supporting you, glancing between your legs with wide eyes. He glanced up at you with a smirk before grabbing your ass and pulling your pussy down roughly.  

You let out a gasp as you flicked his tongue against you, finally realising what he was doing. You sat up and looked down boy at the boy underneath you with flushed cheeks and hooded lids. He tapped you ass slightly, before sticking out his tongue. You grind down on his tongue experimentally, letting out a moan as you did it again with more certainty. He gripped your thighs as he moaned at the taste of you, his eyes never leaving yours. You thread your hands through his hair gently as he began sucking you clit harshly.  

“O-Oh god…” You panted, a loud breathless moan following shortly after.  

His nails dug into your hips his chest rumbling out a growl of arousal. You thrust your hips against his mouth, the jolt of power you felt from this position drove you crazy, yet somehow at the same time, you felt utterly under his control.  

“Isaac…” You panted, your voice raspy and spent, your thrusting slowly coming to a stop when you became too tired to move anymore.  

He grunted letting you know he understood but before you could move he rolled you onto your back, his face still buried in your pussy. The ass was off the ground with only your thigh being supported on Isaac's shoulder.  

The new position let you exposed, the moonlight hitting the bed lighting it up softly. You let out a whine of embarrassment and arousal as he continued his job of devouring you. You gripped onto his bed your back arching slightly, as your fists buried in the sheets.  

“I-Isaac…Shit don’t stop…’M gonna cum” You stuttered between breaths.  

Your stomach clenched tightly as you pushed towards you orgasm willing it to take over. As he moved back to your clit he pushed two fingers into you roughly and that was enough to tip you straight over the edge.  

“F-Fuck, Is-Isaac!” You screamed as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowered your ass to the bed gently, as he held your hips to ground you slightly as the orgasm was finally calming down. He stroked your thighs gently as he watched you finally open your eyes.  

“Hi there.” Isaac chuckled gently, his hands sliding up your thigh until there were squeezing the flesh where your thighs end.  

“Hi.” You giggled softly, still slightly dazed as you looked up at him.  

He lifted one hand and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. You sat up slowly and shuffled forward slightly, so your crotches were in line with each other. You hooked your legs around his waist, as your hands slid up his chest to clamp around his neck. You brushed your nose against his gently, his hands clutching at your waist tightly.  

“Hold on tight.” He whispered huskily. You nodded and clung to him like a koala bear before he flipped you over with ease.  

You let out a little giggle as he nipped at your neck playfully, his hands sliding up your side until they were yanking down your bodysuits straps. He lent down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. You inhaled harshly, clutching at his hair as he moved to the other nipple paying it the same attention. After he deemed it enough her moved back and looked down at you.  

“You want me to prep you so the stretch doesn’t hurt?” Isaac chuckled as he stared into your eyes, unbuttoning his jeans. You raised a brow at him in confusion.  

“You know I’m not a vi- Oh my god!” You squeaked as he pulled out his fully hard cock. You’d been with two guys since you were 16 and both of them were above average size but now looking at Isaac they suddenly went from a good size to pitiful compared to him.  

“Holy shit.” You muttered, eyes wide as you stared at his member.  

The more you stared at it though, the more arousal you felt. You were never one to care about size, always going by the saying ‘It’s not the size that matters it how they use it’. However, right now, you were practically drooling.  

Without a sound, you moved away from him and shift to all fours bending down and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your ass was raised but your face was now level with his cock. You let out a moan of approval, pumping him a few times.  

You glanced up at him, your eyes locking on his as you pursed your lips and let string of spit dripped down to his cock. He let out a moan at you sight which only made you smirk. If there was one thing you know it’s that as much a porn isn’t realistic, boys still loved some of the filthy things pornstar’s do. You moved your hand up and down painfully slow, as you spread the fluid all over his large cock.  

You ducked your head before licking up his shaft agonizingly slow. He let out a little hiss of pleasure as his right-hand thread through your hair. You glanced up at him as you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft, his eyes rolling it to the back of his head as you sucked on him harshly.  

You circled your tongue around the head before sucking him down further. You thrusted upwards and he pushed your head down causing you to gag a little before you thankfully adjusted. He was panting heavily as he thrust into your awaiting throat. You gagged occasionally, however when you did he would pull back to let you breath, before thrusting straight back in.  

When he finally pulled you all the way of his cock you let out a whine of protest. He chuckled darkly as he tugged your head back with the hair clutched in his hand. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, his bare chest pressed against your breasts.  

“You ready baby?” Isaac whispered against your ear huskily, his hand still clutching your hair.  

“Y-Yes.” You muttered shyly.  

However, it seemed that’s all the answer he needed to manhandle you down to the bed. Isaac now between your legs, his hand gripping your thighs and motioning you to wrap your legs around him. You did as you were instructed before he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. His tongue swirling with yours before moving to trace every inch of your mouth.  

You moaned into his mouth, as his tip brushed across your entrance. Your hands fling around his shoulders as he began pushing in. He eased in gently until he was finally bottomed out, his hand soothing your hair affectionately, as you wince against his neck.  

He looked into your eyes as you finally felt the pain disappearing, that’s when you noticed the black veins on his arm that was caressing your hair. You bite his neck letting him know he could move, he hummed out an okay before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in agonizingly slow. A moan left your lips as he pushed back in, his weight all on one hand as his other caressed down your body. You nibbled on his earlobe before letting out a breathy moan against his ear, which earnt you a groan.  

“Harder.” You purred seductively, causing a huskily moan to erupt from his mouth. He growled as he began to thrust in and out at you in an animalistic pace, the suddenness of it making you scream out in pleasure.  

He sat up and gripped bothy our hips as he thrust into you so hard and deep it had you arching off the bed in bliss. You gripped his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself, his claws slowly making an appearance. They dug into your hips almost drawing blood as they did.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed, a moan following shortly after.  

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You moaned loudly as your claws started to come out. You moved them from his arms so you wouldn’t hurt him but he growled at you causing your eyes to widen slightly.  

“Don’t hold back. Let go.” Isaac muttered as his thrust slowed but still remained hard and deep.  

“Mmm, I-Isaac…” You whined as you made grabby hands at him, earning yourself a chuckled from the boy. He bent down allowing you to cling to him as he sped up his thrusts once again.  

“S-Shit…You’re so tight.” He groaned as he felt you clamp around his cock, your body trying to suck him in further.  

You raked your claws down him back leaving blood covered marks in your wake. He let out an animalistic growl before he started drilling into you so fast your body could barely keep up. Your moans barely had chance to leave your mouth.  

His claws dug into your waist drawing blood but all you could feel was pleasure. Your stomach began coiling back up as your orgasm approached quickly. You clenched around his dick letting him know you were close which only caused him to move one bloodied hand to your clit. He began circling it roughly, making sure his claws didn’t cut you.  

“Oh, g-god…I-Isaac ‘m cumming!” You screamed out your back arching, causing it to push against his chest.  

“Go on baby, cum on my cock.” He groaned against your ear and that all it took for you to started cumming. Your orgasm felt more wet and intense than the last which caused Isaac to sit up and stare down at where his cock was his fingers never leaving your clit.  

He smirked down as he pulled his cock out and began brushed side to side on your clit rather fast. You gasp as you felt another orgasm hit you before the other one could even end. You looked down to see Isaac cock and the bed sheets wet-threw.  

“D-Did I-I ju-just?” You gasped and your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm.  

“Oh yeah…Fuck I need to see that again.” Isaac moaned as he thrust back into you and started moving in and out.  

“Y-You’re no-Oh fuck!” You gasped as he moved his hand against your clit once again.  

“Come on, baby girl, squirt all over my cock.” Isaac chuckled against your ear before pulling back and watching your entrance carefully his hand never ceasing the movements.  

Your back started arching again as you felt your pussy contract around his cock. He pulled out but continued moving his finger across your clit. You felt the liquid soak into the white bodysuit leaving you to feel damp and gross but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because you were shaking from your fourth orgasm.  

“Fuck, as much as wanna do that all night, I need to cum.” Isaac groaned as he licked at his hand that was covered in your juices.  

“Cum inside me…P-Please.” You panted, as he entered you the wet sound causing him to moan in approval. He thrust into you in a way that can only be described as vicious. You clung to him, panting against his ear as you whispered into his ear urging him to cum.  

“Gonna cum in my tight little pussy, baby?” You moaned softly earning yourself a growl from the male above you. He thrust a few more times before he moaned against your shoulder.  

“F-Fuck, Y/N, ‘m cumming.” He growled and he thrust into you, milking himself inside you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and collapsed on top of you. You stroked his hair as you both panted against one another. He sat up after a few minutes, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his lips.  

“Well, that was…” You giggled softly as your body finally stopped shaking for the most part.  

“Amazing?” Isaac supplied with a chuckle.  

“Totally.” You huffed in amusement. He looked down at the wet bed and let out a chuckle before smirking down at you.  

“We should probably replace these sheet and then get a shower.” Isaac laughed softly. You gave him a nod with a flushed face as you stared at wet patch.  

****  

“So how was it?” Lydia smirked as she muttered as you stood up from your seat.  

“Fun, amazing and so embarrassing.” You muttered with a flushed face. You began walking to the cafeteria as Erica, Allison and Lydia tried to catch up. Cora trailing behind with no intention of running to catch up.  

“Embarrassing?” Erica snorted in amusement.  

“Don’t even ask.” You grumbled before spotting the boys already at the table. You sat down next to boyfriend, placing a kiss on his lips with a smile. He stroked the back of your hair affectionately as you leant against him.  

“So how are you this fine day…Squirtle?” Jackson snorted and you suddenly felt your face grow very hot.  

“Oh my god, you told them!” You squeaked as Isaac threw a chip at Jackson who couldn’t stop laughing.  

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about Jackson, at least Isaac can bring his girlfriend to an earth-shattering orgasm.” Stiles laughed as you smashed your head onto the table before letting out a groan of pain.  

Why is this your life?

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Yet another crack idea/AU of sorts...modern setting.

Steve in his pure public mean girl/private sweetheart era, being an absolute sassy asshole about people's fashion choices. He's the master of roasting others. He should have that eyeroll patented. He becomes popular on TikTok not by his own choice, but by Robin, Nancy and Jonathan recording him, always showing him an outfit of someone famous/some stupid 5 minute crafts trend. He'd scoff at the "turn your t-shirt into a skirt" video and say "sure, why don't you include a pretty bow out of toilet paper when you're at it?". They also record him reading articles like "10 best and 10 worst red carpet looks", Steve never reads these things on his own, but he absolutely will comment on them when someone makes him look at those monstrosities.

Steve's praise ranges from "not bad" to "acceptable", sometimes even "could be worse." His critique is along the lines of "it's lucky they weren't trying to impress anyone. Oh, they were? Well...I'm certain they'll do amazing the next time." Soon people start sending their own outfits as messages to the account for Steve to roast.

Eddie, being the little shit he is, sends them a picture of his own in a crop top and leather pants. Now, Steve doesn't hide his crush on Eddie too well and Eddie is just flirting shamelessly, waiting for Steve to finally snap and admit his feelings. Of course, he tags Steve's account publicly and because Eddie is semi-famous with Corroded Coffin, it blows up. People patiently wait for the roast.

In a few days, Robin posts a video on Steve's account. She's facing the camera and with her most neutral expression, explains that while everyone is waiting for the roast of the century, it's not coming. Why? Well...

She turns the camera slightly to the side and captures Steve and Eddie, trading kisses and holding hands.

Eddie still sometimes sends joke pictures for Steve to judge, the more ridiculous the better. He steals Chrissy's cheerleading uniform. He wears a trash bag. There are no recorded answers from Steve, but comments appear under each one of them.

10/10 would bang again

12/10 are you free for dinner? You can be the dinner (yes, this one was in response to the cheerleading uniform)

10/10 but only because I love you, that shirt is hideous

10/10 but please never wear that again. Still love you BTW

10/10 baby please please PLEASE give that horrendous thing back to Wayne, I swear this wasn't fashionable even in the 60s (still love you though, the plastic pants are 1/10 but you are 10/10 as always)