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[theballadofharkness]

Agatha Harkness VS Salem: the kittening

Pairing: Agatha Harkness X fem!reader

Summary: When you brings home a stray kitten Agatha can’t say no to those big pleading eyes and putting lips. What she doesn’t know is that she has met her new mortal enemy, transforming her house in a battleground in which she is fighting for your attention.

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: I may have already almost finished a part 2 to this already… this may be my favourite thing I’ve ever wrote

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows along the walls as Agatha sat at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the polished surface. Your fellow witches exchanged glances, some amused, others bracing for the inevitable storm.

“She’s taking too long,” Agatha muttered, narrowing her eyes at the door as if sheer will alone would bring you home.

Billy smirked but wisely kept his mouth shut. Lilia, however, leaned forward, arching a brow. “She just went to get food, Agatha. You do remember she’s an adult, yes?”

Agatha’s sharp glare snapped to her, but Lilia didn’t flinch. She was used to Agatha’s theatrics by now.

“I do remember,” Agatha said, tone clipped, “but she should be back by now. Anything could’ve happened.”

Jen chuckled under her breath. “Oh yes, because the biggest, scariest threat to her is probably tripping over a squirrel.”

Alice grinned. “Or getting distracted by a particularly interesting tree.”

Agatha’s scowl deepened, but her fingers stilled. It was true- you were soft, gentle, prone to stopping to feed birds or magically fixing a bumblebees wing. It was why she loved you. It was why she worried.

Lilia sighed, resting her chin on her palm. “If you panic every time she goes out alone, she’ll think you don’t trust her to be independent.”

Agatha’s jaw clenched. “I trust her. I just don’t trust other people.”

Billy snorted. “Sure Agatha.”

Before Agatha could snap at him, the front door creaked open. The tension in her shoulders snapped like a thread, and in an instant, she was on her feet, sweeping toward you.

There you were, glowing with warmth, eyes bright as you kicked off your shoes. But she saw it- the hesitation, the way you bit your lip. Her stomach dropped.

“You worried mommy,” she purred, brushing a hand along your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip. “You took too long. What’s wrong, darling?”

You swallowed, shifting your weight, cradling something in your arms.

“Aggie… please don’t be mad.”

Agatha’s eyes darkened. “Why would I be mad?”

You hesitated, then slowly, gently, lifted a tiny, black-furred bundle into view. A kitten. Small, fragile, with wide, gleaming eyes. It mewed softly.

Agatha’s nostrils flared. “Oh, absolutely not.”

The room went silent. The coven, who had seen Agatha deal with all manner of supernatural threats, were now witnessing something far more dangerous: a battle of wills between the all-powerful Agatha Harkness and her painfully sweet, unfairly adorable wife.

Agatha crossed her arms, leveling you with a firm stare. “No.”

You blinked up at her, cradling the tiny kitten against your chest. “No?”

She lifted her chin. “No.”

Billy, sitting on the couch, leaned toward Jen and whispered, *“She’s already lost.”*

Agatha shot him a look, but her attention snapped back to you when you let out a soft, sad sigh. You rubbed a gentle finger over the kitten’s tiny ear, your lower lip jutting out just slightly. Not enough to be dramatic, just enough to devastate her.

“Aggie, please,” you murmured, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. “I love him. He needs us.”

Agatha steeled herself. “Baby, come on, we have a rabbit already.”

You perked up. “But they can be best friends!”

“They will not be best friends-”

“We can raise him,” you continued, stepping closer, voice soft, persuasive, sweet as honey. “Please, Aggie. I love you. And I love him. Please?”

A muscle in Agatha’s jaw twitched. Her fingers flexed like she was physically holding herself back.

Alice, watching from across the room, snorted. “Oh my god, just let her keep the damn cat.”

“She’s gonna say yes,” Jen stage-whispered.

Billy propped his chin on his hand. “She’s just stretching it out for dramatic effect now.”

“I am not,” Agatha snapped, then turned back to you, who was still looking at her like she hung the moon and stars in the sky. Damn you and your sweetness.

She let out a long, suffering sigh, dragging a hand down her face. Then, after a moment, she dropped her hand, pinched the bridge of her nose, and muttered, “fine.”

You gasped, eyes lighting up as you clutched the kitten closer. “Really?”

Agatha groaned. “Yes, really. But I swear to the gods, if he scratches up my books, or if he pisses on the rug, he’s your problem.”

You grinned, bouncing up and down in glee. “Okay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise you’ll love him!”

Agatha grumbled something under her breath but didn’t resist when you threw your arms around her. Her hands settled on your waist, grip firm but familiar, and she sighed against your hair.

Billy snickered. “Well, that was pathetic.”

Agatha shot him a glare over your shoulder. “I will turn you into a toad.”

But even as she threatened Billy, her arms curled tighter around you, and she let you tuck the kitten between you both. He let out a tiny, content purr.

“I told you mommy would let you stay didn’t I S…” you cooed, stopping and blushing as you almost revealed your new sons name.

Agatha groaned. “Oh, for the love of- you’ve already named him, haven’t you?”

You smiled guiltily and nodded “his name is Salem”

Lilia cackled. “Oh, now that’s just poetic.”

~

Agatha woke with a slow, satisfied stretch, a lazy smirk curling on her lips as she reached across the bed, expecting to find you- warm, soft, pliant against her.

But the sheets were cold.

Her smirk faded. She frowned, eyes cracking open, hand still patting the empty space beside her. “Baby?”

Silence.

Her frown deepened.

She sat up, fingers raking through her hair, listening carefully. Then…

A giggle.

Agatha’s head snapped toward the bedroom door. You were giggling? Without her? Another soft peal of laughter, followed by a quiet meow. Agatha’s nostrils flared.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she grabbed her robe, slipping it on as she stalked toward the door. Her morning had already been ruined by the lack of you curled against her, but now she was hearing giggles- the kind that were usually reserved for her alone- and she wasn’t involved?

Completely unacceptable.

Barefoot and silent, she padded down the hall, pushing open the living room doors to find…

You. Laying on your stomach on the rug, elbow propped under your chin, face alight with pure, radiant joy as you dragged a ribbon back and forth. Salem, the tiny black-furred usurper, pounced and tumbled after it, little tail flicking in excitement.

Agatha scowled.

She was being ignored.

By you.

For a cat.

Her presence went unnoticed as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, glaring down at the scene with unmasked displeasure.

“Oh, you’re such a clever boy,” you cooed, wiggling the ribbon. Salem pounced again, missing completely and landing in an adorable, flailing heap. You laughed, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. “Such a little hunter, aren’t you? Yes, you are! So fierce!”

Agatha rolled her eyes so hard she nearly saw another dimension.

Fierce? That tiny thing was not fierce. She was fierce.

And yet, here you were, lavishing all your attention- attention that should have been spent in bed, between her thighs or seated on her face- on this ridiculous furball.

Enough.

She cleared her throat. Loudly.

You gasped, looking up with wide, startled eyes. “Oh! Aggie, good morning!”

Agatha arched a brow, gaze flicking between you and the kitten still sprawled on the rug. “Is it?”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, blinking at her. “What’s wrong?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “You tell me, darling. I woke up alone. And when I came looking for you, I find you here, on the floor, giggling and fawning over-” she gestured vaguely at Salem, “that.”

Salem, utterly unbothered by her disdain, flopped onto his back and stretched out his tiny paws.

Your expression softened immediately. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry! He woke up early and was being all cute, so I thought I’d play with him for a little bit.”

Agatha’s eye twitched. “You left our bed for a cat.”

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “Are you jealous?”

Her jaw clenched. “Of a kitten? No.”

You giggled again, pushing up onto your knees and crawling toward her. “Mmm, I think you are.”

Agatha huffed, tilting her chin up. “Absolutely not.”

But then you reached for her, standing up with hands slipping under her robe, fingers grazing over the bare skin of her waist as you pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. “Poor mommy,” you murmured, lips trailing up her neck. “You just want my attention, don’t you?”

Agatha shivered, but held her ground. “I deserve your attention.”

You hummed, pressing a final kiss just under her jaw. “Well, then maybe you should play nice with Salem, so you don’t have to share it.”

Agatha’s glare snapped back to the kitten, who was currently grooming his tiny paw, wholly unbothered. Smug little thing.

She exhaled sharply. “Fine. But if he touches my spellbooks, he’s gone.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Deal.”

Salem meowed.

Agatha scowled.

This was war.

~

Agatha took a slow breath, rolling back her shoulders as she watched Billy attempt the spell she had just demonstrated.

“Focus,” she instructed, arms crossed. “Channel your energy through the rune, don’t just throw power at it.”

Billy muttered something under his breath but obeyed, adjusting his stance and trying again. The rune shimmered in the air before them, pulsing faintly with his magic. It was… adequate.

Agatha nodded once. “Better.”

She turned slightly, expecting to see you sitting up, watching like you always did when she mentored Billy. You were always so attentive- so soft and doting, looking at her like she had hung the stars just by showing a simple spell. But when she glanced toward the sofa her blood ran cold.

There you were, but not watching her. Not waiting to drape yourself over her the second she was done. No, you were napping, curled up on the couch, and draped across your chest, smug as anything, was Salem.

Agatha’s nostrils flared. Unbelievable.

She clenched her fists, fighting the petty urge to hex the little thing right off you. It was enough that you fawned over him every waking moment, but now? Now, even in sleep, Salem had claimed his place as the ruler of this household.

Billy, following her gaze, immediately perked up. “Oh my god, look at him.”

Agatha’s stomach dropped as Billy abandoned the lesson entirely and rushed to your side.

“Look at this little guy,” he cooed, crouching beside the couch, reaching out to scratch under Salem’s tiny chin.

You stirred at the movement, blinking sleepily, eyes soft and warm as you woke to Billy petting the cat.

“Oh,” you yawned, smiling as you stretched. “Morning, Billy.”

“Morning, Salem,” Billy smiled down at the kitten on your chest, still cooing over the kitten.

You giggled, rubbing your cheek against Salem’s tiny head. “He’s the sleepiest boy today, huh?”

“Right?” Billy agreed, reaching to stroke along Salem’s tiny back. “Look at him. He’s just a baby.”

Agatha, still standing stiffly across the room, gawking at the scene in front of her. You never looked at her with that same soft, sleepy adoration after a nap.

And now the two of you were sitting there, utterly obsessed with that ridiculous creature, treating him like he was the most precious thing in the world, while Agatha stood there, forgotten.

The realisation was horrifying. She had been dethroned. Salem, tiny and innocent-looking, had become the true ruler of this household. He had you. He had the coven. And now he had Billy.

She was losing.

Agatha narrowed her eyes. No. She refused to be bested by a kitten.

Billy glanced up at her and grinned. “Agatha, come look at him! Isn’t he just-”

“No.”

Billy blinked. “What?”

Agatha lifted her chin, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. “I don’t fawn over creatures that contribute nothing to the household.”

You pouted, looking up at her through sleepy eyes. “But, Aggie, look at his little toes—”

Agatha looked away. She wouldn’t be tricked.

Billy rolled his eyes. “You’re just mad because Salem has completely stolen your wife.”

Agatha scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Billy smirked. “Then come pet him.”

Agatha froze.

Billy’s smirk widened. “Go on.”

You looked up at her, hopeful, and patted the space next to you. “Come on, baby.”

Agatha hesitated.

Her instincts told her it was a trap.

But then you pouted, soft and irresistible, looking at her with those big, pleading eyes… And just like that, she was moving. Slowly. Cautiously.Like Salem was some ancient being waiting to strike.

She perched stiffly on the edge of the couch, glancing down at the tiny ball of fluff stretched across your chest. He blinked up at her, slow and lazy, like he was daring her to do something.

Agatha exhaled sharply through her nose. Then, after a long moment she reached out, one single finger extended…The second her fingertip brushed against Salem’s fur, the kitten let out a mighty stretch and promptly rolled deeper into your embrace, turning his back on her.

Agatha gasped.

Billy lost it.

“Oh my god, you’ve been rejected.” He wheezed.

Agatha’s eye twitched. “I have not.”

Billy cackled, clutching his stomach. “No, no, this is humiliating. He knows. He knows you don’t like him, and he’s snubbing you.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to Salem’s tiny head. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad. He just doesn’t trust you yet.”

Agatha bristled. “I don’t need a cat’s trust.”

Billy wheezed. “Oh, you so do.”

Agatha glared at Salem, and to her horror, the kitten simply let out a tiny yawn and promptly fell back asleep. Utterly unbothered. Agatha had never hated anything more in her life.

This was war.

And Agatha Harkness never lost.

~

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with warmth and want. Agatha had you exactly where she wanted- beneath her, lips kiss-swollen, breath coming in soft little pants as she trailed possessive hands down your body.

She smirked, brushing her lips against your ear. “Mine.”

You whimpered, arching into her touch. “Yours.”

A pleased hum rumbled in her throat. “Say it again, baby.”

You shivered, fingers tangling in hair as she kissed down your neck. “All yours, Mommy.”

Agatha’s grip tightened. Finally, after an entire day of being ignored in favor of that creature, she had you back- where you belonged- focused entirely on her.

She dragged her lips back up to yours, capturing them in a deep, claiming kiss.

And then—

A thump.

A chirping meow.

And before Agatha could even process what was happening… A tiny black ball of menace leapt onto the bed.

Your eyes flew open. “Oh my gods!”

Agatha froze.

You gasped, delighted, and immediately sat up, reaching for the little intruder. “My smart boy!”

Agatha’s mouth fell open.

You pushed her away.

For the cat.

Salem, looking entirely too smug, hopped into your lap and headbutted your chin, purring loudly.

You melted. “Oh, you clever little thing,” you cooed, scratching behind his ears. “You figured out the door! Mommy shut you out, didn’t she? But you got in anyway, huh?”

Agatha, still reeling, barely managed to rasp out, “I shut the door.”

You beamed at her. “He’s a genius!”

Agatha scowled. “He’s a problem.”

You weren’t even listening. You were too busy giggling as Salem flopped dramatically onto his back, rolling in your lap, fully aware that he owned you.

Agatha clenched her jaw.

No.

No, she would not allow this to happen.

She reached for you again, slipping a hand under your chin, tilting your face back toward hers. “Come on, baby,” she murmured, voice low and sultry, lips barely brushing yours. “Focus on mommy”.

But just as your lids fluttered, just as you exhaled that soft little sigh that always made her crazy-

Salem chirped and nudged your hand.

And, horrifyingly, your attention snapped back to him, “Ohhh, I know, I know,” you cooed, cradling his tiny face. “You need some loving too, huh?”

Agatha flung herself onto her back, staring at the ceiling like she was being personally victimized by the universe.

“What about my loving?” she demanded, throwing a hand over her forehead like some tragic heroine.

You giggled. “Aggie-”

Salem, with perfect timing, rolled onto his side, stretching just enough to rest a tiny paw against your cheek.

Your heart melted. “Aw, Agatha, look-”

“No.” Agatha sat up, glaring at the kitten. “I refuse to be a secondary character in my own bed.”

You laughed, utterly charmed. “He just loves me, baby.”

Agatha crossed her arms. “I love you.”

You gave her an affectionate smile. “I know you do.”

“Then act like it.”

You giggled again, pressing a kiss to Salem’s little head.

Agatha bristled. “I swear,” she muttered, throwing herself back against the pillows again. “This is witchcraft. He’s bewitched you all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Agatha, he’s just a cat.”

Agatha sat up so fast you startled.

“No,” she said darkly, eyes narrowing at the tiny ball of fluff curled in your lap. “He’s a threat.”

~

The setting sun shone through your windows, casting golden light over the coven as they sat in a circle, discussing plans for the upcoming Summer Solstice ritual.

Agatha, seated in her usual high-backed chair, had you curled in her lap, arms wrapped possessively around your waist. For the first time in days, she finally had you all to herself, without a certain feline dictator demanding your attention.

Because this time, she had planned ahead. The door to the room was magically sealed with the strongest wards she could weave into it. No amount of scratching, meowing, or pathetic manipulation would let that tiny tyrant inside.

She smirked to herself, pleased. Finally.

“So,” Lilia said, gesturing at the books in front of them, “I was thinking we could incorporate more moonstone this year. It should help amplify the energy-”

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Agatha ignored it. You, however, perked up instantly, shifting in her lap. “Aw, Salem-”

Agatha’s grip tightened. “No.”

Lilia continued, unfazed. “- and I read somewhere that incorporating fresh lavender in the-”

A tiny, pitiful whimper sounded from the other side of the door. Alice gasped, clutching her chest. “Oh no, the baby!”

You pouted, starting to push yourself up. “Agatha, let me-”

“No,” Agatha repeated, wrapping her arms more securely around you. “Let him cry.”

Billy’s eyes widened in horror. “Agatha, what the hell?!”

You turned, brows furrowing. “Baby, he’s sad.”

“He needs to learn,” Agatha insisted. “We are not interrupting an official coven meeting just because he doesn’t like being excluded.”

Scratch. Scratch.

A heart-wrenching mewl followed.

Billy was already half-standing. “That’s it, I’m getting the little prince-”

Agatha glared, flicking her fingers in Billy’s direction. Billy was immediately shoved back into his seat with an annoyed huff.

“Sit down,” Agatha ordered. “He is not royalty.”

Billy crossed her arms. “He is to me.”

“Yeah,” Jen agreed, flipping a page in her book. “Kinda sounds like you’re being a bad mom.”

Agatha’s eye twitched. “I am not his mother.”

The scratching continued.

You squirmed again. “Aggie, please-”

Agatha huffed in exasperation. “No! You are wrapped around his tiny little paw, and if we keep giving in, he’ll just keep winning.”

Jen raised a brow. “Winning what? He’s a kitten.”

Agatha gestured at you dramatically. “He stole her from me!”

The room went silent.

Then Lilia sighed, rubbing her temples. “Oh my gods”.

Billy cackled. “You *are* losing to a kitten.”

Agatha shot him a look. “I am not losing-”

At that exact moment, Salem let out the most pitiful, heartbroken little cry any of them had ever heard.

Your eyes widened in distress. “Aggie-”

“Oh, for the love of- fine.” With a dramatic wave of her hand, Agatha finally released the spell.

The door flew open.

And in strutted Salem, tail high, eyes smug, like he knew he had just won.

Agatha gawked. “You manipulative little-”

Before she could even finish, you had already scooped Salem up into your arms, cradling him against your chest like a precious treasure.

“Ohhh, baby, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, pressing kisses to his tiny head. “Mommy was so mean to you, huh?”

Agatha’s mouth fell open.

Alice glared at her. “I can’t believe you locked him out.”

Jen snorted. “I can.”

Billy shook his head in disappointment. “Shameful behavior from our fearless leader.”

Agatha scowled as Salem gave her a very deliberate slow blink, curling up in your arms like he owned the place.

Which, apparently, he did.

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “This is witchcraft.”

Jen snorted. “He’s just a cat, Agatha.”

Agatha shot her a dark look. “He’s a threat.”

Billy immediately fell off his chair laughing.

[darlings-and-damsels]

You apologize for being jealous- little do you know, that’s exactly what I want. I only talk to them to make you jealous. And when you talk to someone else? I won’t be apologetic for my jealousy in the slightest— isn’t it just proof I love you?

[ditzydoe444]

Hear me out: Sugar Daddy! Bruce with bunny! Reader at a gala, but Bruce is using one of those remote controlled vibrators on reader, she tries to take it out on the bathroom, but Bruce punishes her for trying to take it out

-🦢

MDNI 18+

it was one of the biggest galas in the city, and bruce had to bring his arm candy. you were his sugar baby, all you had to do was comply with his needs in the bedroom, which were not only good for him but for you too and you got all the jewellery and dresses you wanted. but, it also meant that you had to go to the galas as well.

bruce knew all too well about how boring these galas can be, he’s been attending them for years, but to see you all pouty and whiny he couldn’t help with an idea in his mind.

now you had a vibrator shoved up your cunt whilst he chatted amongst the businessmen. “you ok darling? you look a bit flushed,” the businessman frowned as he stared at you, him and bruce were talking about some business dealings with jargon you didn’t understand, as a result of your boredom bruce turned up the setting until you were gripping into his bicep, nails digging into his tailored suit.

“she’s alright, they can never get the temperature right here that’s all, always too hot inside but too cold inside,” bruce shrugged nonchalantly as he narrowed his eyes at you, one that no one else caught.

the setting got higher and higher, to the point where you were convinced that you were going to come. your knees were weak and it took every ounce of self control to not moan in front of a well renowned ceo. “excuse me but i need to use the restroom,” you squeaked as you politely dismissed yourself from the conversation, heels echoing on the marble floor as you made your way to the bathroom.

you barely made it to the bathroom, going to one near the storage room for one person only. you pulled your dress up, seeing how soaked your panties were alone as the vibrations increased more and more. bruce was mad.

your hands shook as you pulled your panties down, before removing the vibrator out of your cunt. only to have him knock on the bathroom door.

“let me in right now,” his voice low with no room for argument.

bruce was the one taking you home, and you knew better than to anger the man that had enough money to buy the whole damn city.

slowly you unlocked the door, bruce’s large figure storming in immediately before locking the door. “what are you doing?” his eyes narrowed on the vibrator in your hands rather than your cunt.

“we had an agreement to not remove it.”

“i know but it was getting too much and i was going to come and-“

“then you come,” he said flatly, “you don’t get to bend the rules doll, his voice low as he took the vibrator in his hands, before bending you over the sink’s counter.

“you need to know your place, when an older respectable man asks you to do something, you listen.” he grumbled as he nudged your fat apart, shoving the vibrator in your puffy folds. “sensitive bruce,” you whined as you felt it vibrating, the speed increasing each second as he clicked the remote.

“too bad sweetheart, you should’ve thought about this before,” his voice low as you felt him spread your cheeks. your eyes widen in realisation before he spat on your puckered hole.

“clenching around nothing? how about i fix that?” he rubbed his thumb around the hole, your body shaking from the vibrator and how you whined pathetically. gently, he inserted a finger, watching as it clenched, “you like this sweetheart? you like to be filled in both holes?”

“well i need to punish you for disobeying my orders,” his voice low and controlled as he watched you whine, your mouth making pathetic little protests.

“no bruce, ‘m too sensitive,” your eyes wide and pleading as he unbuckles his belt, the leather material falling on the marble floor.

he wasted no time fucking your ass, watching as your limp body bounced with his thrusts, your ass rippling as he hits them. “this is the only thing you are good for apart from being eye candy, don’t forget that yeah?” he grunted as he abused your gummy walls.

“nm-mph!” you mewled as tears streamed down your cheeks, your vision clouding.

“don’t you there disobey my fucking orders.” he grunted, his nails digging into your soft flesh with his thrusts hard but having absolutely no intention of making you come.”

[strawbearyxx]

love you softly— kang dae-ho x reader ❤︎

this is smut- minors dni please!

fem!reader x kang dae-ho

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“dae-ho…” you whined, feeling his soft hands slip between your legs to gently caress your inner thighs. “what is it baby, is this okay?” he speaks in a low but gentle voice with a hint of need, his darkened eyes almost pleading you to say yes. “yes dae-ho, please, i need you,” you manage to squeak out between your short breaths. dae-ho plants soft kisses on your neck as he starts moving his fingers to your clit. he rubs you softly, skilled hands moving in circles while he sucks gently on your collarbone. you can sense his neediness through his erratic breathing, only making you want him more. you grind gently against his fingers, needing to feel more of him. “you want me so bad, darling. i can tell,” he lifts himself from your neck just to smile at you, seeing you frantically nod in response. “dae-ho… just want you inside me…” you tell him. “hmm not yet, let me make you come first. then you’ll be nice and wet for me, yeah?” dae-ho slides your lace panties off and lowers his face between your legs.

he looks angelic like this— eyes dark with desire and strands of hair slightly obstructing your view of his face. he presses a couple soft kisses to your clit before gently flicking it with his tongue. you squirm slightly, stifling a moan as dae-ho continues circling his tongue around you. he then begins to suck on you, the feeling almost overwhelming. your legs shake around him while you clench around nothing, feeling dae-ho gently press his hips into the bed, needing friction. he slides a finger into you and starts slowly moving in and out of you. you gasp at the feeling, needing to be filled by him completely. “dae-ho, i’m close,” you whisper. he knows exactly what you need. his tongue presses a little harder onto your clit while his fingers curl inside you at the perfect angle. you couldn’t hold back anymore, releasing all over his fingers and his face with a cry of his name. he continues thrusting his fingers inside you for a few seconds before pulling them out and licking them clean. “you taste amazing, my darling,” he tells you as you blush and turn away from him. he grabs your chin, turning your flushed face back towards him. he looks at you with utter adoration before pulling you into a gentle but passionate kiss, the remnants of your release sweet on his lips. he’s pressing his bulge against you and you can tell just how much he wants you. “dae-ho, baby, do you need me?” you question, already knowing how he would respond. “yes… please darling, let me take you,” he breathed out, voice thick with want.

soon enough, dae-ho was lining himself up at your entrance. although you’ve had him many times, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size. he slowly pushed himself into you, the stretch painful but you enjoyed it nonetheless. dae-ho whined slightly at the feeling— he needed you so badly and wasn’t ashamed of showing it. he bottomed out inside you, filling you up completely. he looked down at you with the sweetest, most lustful eyes you think you’ve ever seen from him. “dae-ho, i need you to move… please…” you coax him, and he immediately starts gently thrusting into you. you simultaneously let out moans at the heavenly feeling, needing each other so desperately. dae-ho’s eyes were half-lidded with desire while he started to speed up his motions, quickly moving inside you. his hands grasped at your back, needing to be touching you all over. your hands are all over him as well, mainly wandering about his toned chest which you absolutely adored. dae-ho was embarrassingly close already— it was taking all of his strength to hold himself back from finishing deep inside you. he let out soft gasps with each thrust, the feeling of your tight walls too overwhelming for him. “ah.. darling, i’m close,” he whispers. “me too dae-ho, i just need you to come inside me, please… ah dae-ho,” you gasp as he sends you closer and closer to the edge. this was the final straw for dae-ho— with a soft moan of your name, his thrusts grow erratic and he finishes inside you. he continues moving to get you to finish, a hand slipping down to your clit and rubbing circles around it. you immediately came, vision going white as dae-ho continued his movements.

he collapsed on top of you, immediately burying his face into your chest while clinging to you. you thought it was so sweet how clingy he became after sex, you never wanted it to end any differently. your hands stroked his hair while you whispered sweet praises into his ear. “dae-ho, my baby, you felt so amazing.” you kissed the top of his head repeatedly, telling him how good he did between kisses. he clung tighter to you, telling you how much he loved you. after you had laid there for a while, you got up and dressed, and dae-ho drove you guys to your favorite fast food joint. he paid, of course :))

the end~

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[pennyold]

behavior | j.m

Summary: a small correction from your best friend's father will help you avoid being a badly behaved girl.

Warnings: plot then filthy shi, public exhibition, flirting, arguing, suggestive language, car sexism, fingering, oral (male receiving), choking, swearing, size kink, and orgasm denial.

w.c: 1,623

a/n: what yall think about this one? I fucking loved it, enjoy it !!

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peace and love, penny ★

Tess's phone started ringing in my hands, she was unconscious in front of me; I sat her in a chair, looked at her phone, and the name "dad" glowed on the screen, it stopped ringing and I felt relieved, I wouldn't know what to say about this. He called again, and I started thinking about what to invent in a message, I couldn't let him hear my voice.

"Hi, Dad," minutes later he replied, "Why don't you answer the calls, Tess? Are you still with your friend? Are you okay?" I answered each of his questions, and he responded calmly, his next message left me stunned, "I'll arrive in ten minutes, I can take my friend home. I don't like that place, and especially because you are being alone without someone to accompany you." I bit my lip thinking of a response, I answered and blocked the phone, putting it in my pocket.

Ten minutes later, I was outside the establishment with Tess in my arms. In the distance, I saw her dad's pickup truck, and my heart was pounding; I was very nervous. When he parked in front of us, he got out of the car, almost breathing fire as he walked towards me and Tess. "What the hell were you thinking?" He looked at me, and I just stared at the ground, feeling embarrassed. "Tess drank too much and has thrown up twice," I said. He shook his head and picked up Tess, carrying her to the back seat. "Get in the car. I'll take you home.”

Without saying a word, I got into the truck, buckled my seatbelt, and stayed silent until Joel got into the driver's seat, my skin prickled at the sight of his serious face; he was angry. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye during the ride, visualizing the scenery through the window when I saw the street of my house. I was about to speak, but I noticed how Joel tightened the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. I was screwed. 

Finally, I spotted a familiar street; we were near his house. He parked outside the house and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait here," he said. I grabbed the edges of my skirt and said, "Okay." He took Tess from the back seat and brought her into the house; it took him a few minutes to return, I watched as he took firm strides, got into the truck, and looked at me, "Are your parents home?" I nodded, "Do your parents know I'm taking you home?" "Yes," he nodded. "Perfect." He started the truck.

During the ride, I noticed that he was dissatisfied and I wanted to apologize; I never meant to bring problems to either Tess or him. "Joel" without looking at me spoke "Yes?" I looked at my skirt, still held in my hands. "Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to lie to you and cause problems for Tess," he laughed. "I don't have problems with Tess, I do with you." Shit...

I looked out the window before speaking; I was cooked, if I said something wrong, it would be my end. I saw that I was not even remotely close to my home, it looked like a construction site about to be finished. I noticed how he moved the gear shift, and the truck stopped. "Joel..." he looked at me without any expression "You know what it means, darling.” I swallowed hard and quietly opened the door, but I couldn't leave because Joel grabbed it and slammed it shut. "Are you trying to escape from your punishment?" I shook my head in denial and shrank into the tiny space between the door and Joel's body. "So? Where would you go? Here, no one will listen to you, nor will they find you," I looked at him, pleading for mercy. "Don't look at me like that, you brought this on yourself," and he was right, I had done it, and I knew what the consequences would be.

Joel and I had agreed to please each other whenever the opportunity arose, as long as Tess and my parents didn't find out. One day, like today, I went out with Tess and lost her because I was with a guy. Joel showed up and asked me about her, and I didn't know where she was. He got angry just like today, and I got a punishment, painful, but I was very turned on.

I straightened up in my place and accepted my fate, I was being a brat by not accepting the punishment I deserved. "Good girl, always pleasing me," he looked me from head to thighs, as far as he could see. "What panties are you wearing?" "White lingerie," he smiled at me and sat up in his seat. "Take them off." I obeyed and took them off, allowing him a glimpse of my wet pussy. I slid the lingerie down my heels and handed them to him. He took them and tucked them into his pants pocket.

He patted his crotch; he wanted me to sit there, so I did. I felt my pussy brush against his bulge while adjusting myself, and Joel opened my legs, parting the folds of my core. I moaned and rested my head on his shoulder. "Joel," his breath grazed my neck, and I shivered when he brought his mouth close to my ear. "I didn't bring you here to please you, darling, relax." I bit my lip and nodded.

He rubbed my clit, and my legs trembled due to the sensation of his large fingers on my folds. I bit my lip again to avoid letting out a moan, and I felt his middle finger travel to my entrance, stimulating it. I couldn't resist and moaned, writhing in Joel's lap. "Stop moving," he said. I obeyed, and due to the effort, my legs were trembling; I couldn't resist it.

He inserted his finger and pumped my entrance, making me writhe more and my legs contract due to my effort not to move. He pumped his finger quickly, and I felt I was close to cumming, and so was Joel; so he stopped, and I could feel my pussy contract due to the lack of attention, I whimpered. "Joel,” he pulled my hair, making my neck twist back "Please, let me cum” he shook his head, tightening his grip on my hair "Bad girls like you don't deserve to cum" he threw me into the passenger seat and started unbuttoning his pants, I watched each action in detail, waiting for his orders.

He asked me to come closer with his hand, and I did. I leaned towards his pants and saw how he pulled the glans out of his underwear. Joel's cock is huge and thick, with prominent veins and the tip dripping pre-cum. I adjusted myself and Joel grabbed my hair again, guiding my mouth to the tip of his glans. I leaned in and slowly sucked the tip, then pushed it deeper until I couldn't fit it anymore.

"Suck it all,” I tried, but I choked, so I only sucked it as far as I could, Joel, unsatisfied, made me take his entire glans into my mouth, I choked again, and saliva dripped from my mouth, now he was controlling my actions. The tip of his cock hit my throat, and I couldn't take it anymore, a tear fell from my eye, causing me to swallow it with his dick.

I felt his cock start to twitch inside my mouth; he was about to cum, so I sucked it as hard as I could. While he grabbed my hair, making quick movements, he groaned as he felt his arousal approaching. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth, darling, and you're going to swallow it, right?” I moaned, feeling myself choke more and more, feeling his cum spurt down my throat. Joel made me swallow it, keeping his cock in my throat. "Shit, did you swallow it, darling?" I nodded. "Everything?" I nodded again and showed him my tongue. "Good girl," I watched as he adjusted his pants and put on his belt. "Now, I want you to touch yourself until you cum, while I take you home. Could you do that for me?” I nodded and slightly opened my legs, placing my hand on my pussy, and massaging it to stimulating it a bit. "Yes, that's right, don't stop doing it until you cum, baby.”

I rubbed my clit with my arousal, I bit my lip holding a moan; I wasn't satisfied, I wanted Joel's fingers fucking my pussy. "Mmh, I want your fingers, Joel." He shook his head and said, "You don't deserve it. Get yourself off, and I'll see if I can please you next time." I whimpered and proceeded to insert a finger, but it wasn't what I wanted, so I went back to rubbing my clit, trying to reach my climax. "Shit, shit, Joel, I'm gonna cum.” He glanced at me with a smile, "Cum, princess, I want to see that pretty pussy dripping your juices." I opened my mouth, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding "Oh my... shit!" my pussy started to contract and pulse as I rubbed it gently "That's it, so obedient" I looked ahead and noticed the traffic light was red, I took him by the face and kissed him desperately.

"Still needy? Huh?" I nodded, "Tough luck, princess, now you’ll have to wait. I hope you understood your lesson, I don’t want to be rude, but I won’t respond if you don't behave next time." I grimaced, and apart from him, he was very mean and cruel sometimes.

divider: @/enchanthings-a

[saphig-iawn]

I do so love some pleading, hello darling

The overwhelming urge to weave a spell into someone that, when I place my finger on their lips and whisper "Hush...", their lips simply never part until I say so.

Nothing beats the pleading eyes of a subject who has just been gagged.

[djarinova]

╰─▸ ❝ xavier ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - biting, overstimulation, desperation

It was a complete accident the first time you had done it—a natural reflex from the overstimulation and desperation you felt from seeing him again. The two of you had been apart for almost a whole month and your communication had been few and far between. So the second his knuckles had tapped against your door you had flung it open, and within 5 minutes he had you bare, starfished on the bed and begging for him to touch you—and, of course, he had obliged.

You still remember how firmly his hands had cradled your thighs, the way he had seemed so serious about never letting you go. He took his time working towards where you ached for him the most, slowly planting kisses along your legs, licking stripes across your hips (leaving trails of saliva in his wake) and using his hands to massage the flesh of your thighs like he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. But the moment his fingers had slipped between your folds he had whimpered like he was the one being pleasured.

He had taken his time that day, working orgasm after orgasm out of you like he had a quota to hit (which, after a month apart, maybe he did…) By the time he had slid up your tired body and straddled your waist you were struggling to keep your eyes open—much like Xavier usually is—but he, seemingly powering up after every orgasm he drew out of you, had become a ball of energy.

The incident itself had occurred just past the 2 hour marker, your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, his head rested on your shoulder and his hands were cupping your ass. He was whispering sweet words into your ear—“you have no idea how much I missed this sweet pussy of yours, darling”, “you're doing so well for me”, “that's it, sweetheart, keep hold of me”—while all you could manage was a whimper of his name as he showed you with his cock just how much he had missed you.

His entire body weight was pressed against you, his hips working overtime as his thrusts got more and more desperate. And then it happened… the pleasure that was slowly creeping up on you suddenly exploded throughout your entire body—his dick was making you see stars and the way he was speaking was making the butterflies in your stomach go wild—so, with your eyes screwed shut and your breathing getting more and more wispy, you had done the only thing you could do.

You bit him.

Your teeth sunk down on his neck and it was like a fucking switch flipped in Xavier’s head. He couldn't have stopped himself from finishing even if he wanted to—and by God, he did not want to, with the way your pussy was squeezing him so tight all he wanted was for you to milk him for all he was worth. And he wanted you to do it again. And again. And again.

You had never heard him whimper like that, the pure desperation in his voice as he pleaded for more was utterly devastating, and all because of you.

You and your sharp love bite.

divider by @/saradika

[abbacchiosbelt]

Headcanons for how each yandere La Squadra member would care for a captive darling?

hi i haven't written for la squadra in... forever. have these. i got kind of lazy at the end, lmao, but i hope they are enjoyable nonetheless.

cw for generel yandere nastiness.

Risotto

Honestly, one of the best choices from this list if you're going be under the care of a yandere. Basic necessities are taken care of in the form of a nice apartment (you'll be locked down and completely isolated, of course) that always has a stocked fridge and pantry. He prefers that his darling be comfortable in the hopes that it will endear them to him.

Risotto is the type of yandere that prefers his darling to reciprocate his feelings, no matter how long it takes to get there. Hence: the nice apartment. His patience does have a limit, though.

If his darling upsets him enough, Risotto retaliates by making your living conditions worse and worse until you break and beg him for forgiveness.

Continued under the cut!

Formaggio

Forces his darling to live with him, whether they like it or not. You really have no choice when Little Feet is involved: either you come with him willingly or he uses his Stand to shrink you down.

His apartment isn't awful, but it's nothing great either. He lives like a bachelor and it shows. He's not a complete slob, at least. He'll keep the fridge stocked, though expect your options to be carelessly chosen by him.

If you upset him, he'll use Little Feet to shrink you down before he entraps you in a doll house. The more you scream at him, the more amused he gets. He's a shithead.

Not the best choice by any means, but not the worst.

Illuso

Man in the Mirror makes kidnapping his darling incredibly easy; he does it in his darling's own home, trapping them within the mirror world there. You'll be sequestered to the mirror world unless Illuso is home. It's an incredibly boring and isolating existence.

Even if you plead with him that you won't leave the house (and you won't, not if you can live in the real world again), Illuso won't let you out of the mirror world unless he's present.

Probably one of the worst yanderes to be stuck with; even if there are moments when he treats you tenderly, the loneliness is overwhelming.

Melone

Terrifying, to say the least. Every inch of your life will be invaded until Melone feels satisfied, and then he'll dig even further. He doesn't care to keep you captive because he can easily find you again - it's more fun for him to chase you down every time.

If he does need to keep you in one place, he simply kills a random homeowner that no one will miss and moves you into their now vacant home. Sure, Melone has an apartment, but that's his place. (Plus, it's filled with all sorts of things he doesn't want his darling to see.) A home is somewhere he can easily pretend that he's living in domestic bliss with his darling.

Not easily angered, no matter how much his darling tries to upset him. He's fairly easygoing most of the time.

Melone's darling will be taken care of in their basic needs, but otherwise... One of the worst yandere characters to end up with on this list.

Prosciutto

Up there with Risotto, as far as your environment goes. Similarly to his Capo, Prosciutto keeps his darling sequestered away in a relatively nice home. He does expect you to take immaculate care of the place when he's not there. He also expects you to keep living 'normally', like taking care of yourself (cooking, hygiene, etc.) and keeping up with your hobbies as long as they can be done inside.

He's not ever really in a good mood, but he's never really in a bad mood either. He truly embodies the grumpy old man stereotype, even without Grateful Dead there to actually make him one. Prosciutto prefers that his darling like him, so he will be engaging with them when he's at home.

Strict disciplinarian. Enough said.

Pesci

Awkward about it. Pesci didn't want to kidnap you, but Prosciutto insisted he had to; something about compromised safety that left Pesci terrified someone would put a hit on you. That's how he'll justify it to his darling; if he hadn't taken you somewhere safe, you could have been in trouble. That's not going to make up for taking you away from your friends & family, he knows, but he wants you to be grateful that he saved you.

Pretty timid, still, though if you press him enough he'll make you apologize until he believes you're truly sorry. Whether or not Beach Boy is involved depends on how much you upset him.

Ghiaccio

The apartment he keeps you in is high-end but sterile. There's little to do - he doesn't trust you enough yet to let you have your own things. Keeps it unreasonably cool in the apartment because he likes it when you're forced to come to him for warmth. . . only to find that it's even colder in his arms.

Sorbet & Gelato

The worst of the worst on this list. Your comfort? Not important to them. They'll keep you alive, but your living conditions might be less than ideal. They won't keep their darling in squalor - there's a reason you're still alive, after all. It's just that their idea of a home may include the still-dead body of its previous occupants...

[multi-stays]

Caught white red-handed

Paring: Dom!Werewolf!Chan x Subby!Werewolf!GN!Reader

Genre:Smut18+/*MDNI*

Inspo Quote: “The sirens keep on screaming, that's a warning”

Note: I know he's a vampire in the MV buttttt I like writing about werewolves. LMK if you want vampire Chan in the future.

Edit: I know the Reader has a vagina but once you read it you'll see why I put GN

💜✨Warnings below the cut✨💜

Warnings: Dead dove: do not eat, abuse, bleeding, bruising, cussing, being called a Whore, Darling, and Little Girl, oral sex M!receiving, non-consensual sex, masturbation, use of a vibrator, knotting, Chan yelling, Chan’s monster cawk

All day long you felt it, the aching and stinging of your body telling you that your boyfriend was in a rut.

You needed so badly to relieve yourself, all day long throughout the daily tasks your vagina did nothing but leak through multiple pairs of underwear, til finally you couldn't take it anymore.

Chan was at work and you knew it was against the rules to pleasure yourself without Daddy’s permission but your mind was fuzzed and you couldn't stop yourself, even if you wanted to.

You sat at the edge of your bed, vibrator in hand, and slipped it into your soaked hole. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when the dildo hit your g-spot, so badly you yearned to be fucked by Chan's werewolf dick, the big veins that ran down the side of it, his knot that held all his cum inside you, just the thought made you wet on the spot.

Every ounce of your body was reacting to the lingering scent of Chan that was left in your shared bedroom. He left early in the morning and had been gone all day, only leaving behind the scent of his rut, which is probably why he left without saying goodbye.

Only a few minutes had passed and your orgasm was near, you grabbed Chan’s pillow and stuck it under your head, breathing in his musky scent. Your vagina pulsated with each vibration from the dildo, only a few seconds and you'd be spewing all over the bed just at the thought of him.

~

You didn't hear the lock on the front door click open, didn't hear the car coming up the driveway, didn't smell his scent till he was right in front of you, staring at you with the most neutral expression you've ever seen and it scared you.

Perhaps the strong scent of your pleasure masked his musky smell and you were bound to be caught eventually. Either way, he did catch you and it was now plainly said on his face what he was gonna do with you.

Quickly you halted your movements, watching him as he casually walked over to the hamper, placing his coat inside. He then proceeded to undo his tie, the satin fabric making a snapping noise as he pulled it from his neck and gripped it tight.

“I'm really s-” he didn't let you finish, his two bony fingers pressed against your lips as he grabbed your wrists, tying the tie tightly around them.

“Get up!” he finally said, knowingly yelling it straight into your sensitive ears, causing them to ring and you to collapse on the bed.

“Fine then, you don't wanna listen ya stupid Whore,” he grabbed the tie and dragged you from the edge of the bed up to the headboard, tying you to the bottom rung so you'd have no room to move.

“I see you decided to break the rules, and you know what happens when little girls break the rules, don't you?” he said cocking his head to the side as he stripped his pants off, revealing his fluffy tail underneath.

“Yes I know Daddy and I'm sorry, your rut made me do it and I couldn't help myself” you pleaded out hoping he would have mercy on you but it was too late.

“You've been bad and Daddy doesn't want to hear you.”

The next thing you knew Chan was untying the tie from the bed and repositioning you so your face was right in front of his clothed cock, huge and pulsating in his underwear.

You bent down instinctually and started licking at Chan’s head through the thin fabric, his small grumbles scaring you with each kiss.

“Just like that Darling, you're making Daddy's cock feel good,” he said thrusting his pelvis into your face, the sweet-tasting spot of precum finding your lips as you made out with his penis.

With each passionate kiss to his twitching length, Chan slowly started to unravel. His growls got louder and his penis leaked more, making a sticky mess on your face.

You rubbed your face along the mess that accompanied his length. Tears, spit, and cum making a trail on the grey fabric as you rubbed your scent on him.

Before you could think you were being hoisted in the air by your tail and watching as Chan pulled down his underwear, freeing his hardened penis and forcing your mouth down on his length.

You sucked as much as you could, his penis was so enlarged you could hardly do anything but hold still and be used like a pocket pussy. Before long the harsh thrusting stretched the sides of your mouth open, causing them to split open and bleed a trail down to his balls where it dripped off his pubic hair. The guttural moans that escaped his throat as he pulled you off went down your spine, his now pink precum dripping out of your mouth as you tried to catch your breath.

“Tongue,” he said squishing your cheeks together, deliberately getting some of your blood on his hand. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth and he lowered you down, sliding you from his balls to the head of his penis, jerking himself off with your face.

You could feel his knot start to form, making you happy your punishment wouldn't last all night long like it normally would. His breathing was unsteady and he was pushing you down on his cock again, rough thrusts into your bruised and bloody lips as he abused you, inching his penis down your throat and into what felt like your stomach.

How you were holding on without gagging was beyond you, his werewolf penis was almost as long as your torso and as thick as your arm, if not more. But there you were, with his penis stuffed down your throat, nose sticking to his wet pubes that grew just above it.

His knot got stuck just behind your teeth as he cummed in your throat, him forcing it down with the small hammering thrusts of his penis.

“Don’t fucking waste a drop or you're gonna pay Whore!” he said, his raspy voice tickling your ear as you gulped his cum down, the flow seeming like it would never end.

You felt like you were in the air forever, all the blood had rushed to your head causing you to pass out, his smirky voice being the last thing you heard before you were completely unconscious. “Such a messy Whore ain't ya Darling, passing out on Daddy’s cock, was it too much for ya?”

When you woke up your voice was gone, you tried your best to mutter a single word but the pain was too much.

Chan sounded like he was in the bathroom, showering all the sex off himself so his members wouldn't smell it and tease like they always did.

You planned on waiting up for him but your body betrayed you, eyes falling shut as you breathed in Chan’s scent one last time, lingering on the pillow he put under your head.

[callmemonster68]

HEESEUNG - Pray for me ( smut )

Heeseung: Make your confessions, dear… which one is the worst?

Pairing: Heeseung X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

The night was thick, charged with electricity. Y/N waited for Heeseung in her apartment, her heart racing in anticipation. Their relationship was a well-kept secret within the entertainment company where they worked as trainers. But, when they were alone, all the tension turned into pure and burning desire.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her daydreams. Upon opening the door, Heeseung entered without ceremony, his dark eyes devouring her.

Heeseung: You're not wearing anything but my shirt. (he murmured, his voice hoarse, his fingers sliding along the hem of the garment)

Y/N smiled slyly, biting their lower lip, provocatively.

Y/N: I thought you would like it.

He laughed softly, but there was something different about him that night. Something wilder, more intense. Before she could process it, she was pressed against the wall, Heeseung's lips dominating hers in an urgent kiss. His large hands explored her body, moving up her bare thighs, squeezing her skin with a delicious possessiveness.

Heeseung: Call me superficial, but today I just need your beautiful face. (whispered against his lips, eyes full of obscene promises)

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and total surrender. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress without ceremony. His predatory gaze burned, and she realized she was about to see a side of him she had never seen before.

He ripped off his own shirt and knelt on the bed, his fingers sliding until they firmly grasped his hair.

Heeseung: Stay on the floor until your knees hurt (the order came laden with lust)

Y/N obeyed, sliding out of bed and kneeling before him. Her nimble fingers undid the button of his pants, releasing his rigid and throbbing dick. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with pure temptation, before wrapping her warm lips around the tip. Heeseung let out a low moan, one hand holding her neck while the other caressed her face.

Heeseung: No more prayers, darling, I will be your preacher. (his voice was laden with authority and lust)

Y/N intensified the movements, savoring every hoarse moan he let out, every tug on her hair that made her feel even more in control of the situation. He was surrendered to her, but at the same time, it was he who set the pace.

When he could no longer contain himself, Heeseung pulled her up, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. He removed the clothes she was wearing, leaving her completely naked.

Heeseung: Make your confessions, dear… which one is the worst? (whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe right after)

Y/N: Maybe it's how much I'm enjoying the way you're treating me... (Y/N groaned, feeling his fingers sinking into her skin, preparing her for more)

Heeseung: So I'll keep guiding you... (he growled before putting her on all fours and fillingher, eliciting a loud moan from her lips)

The speed of his movements increased, each thrust making the mattress creak beneath them. He held her wrists against her back, completely dominating her.

Heeseung: You like it when I'm like this, don't you? (provoked, baptizing each impulse with fiery kisses on his neck)

Y/N: Yes... Heeseung, please... more... (pleaded, feeling the pleasure dangerously build up inside her)

He laughed softly, increasing the pace until they both completely lost themselves in pleasure, whispering each other's names like a profane prayer that would echo through the night.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[5typesoftrash]

MumScott Week Day 1: Overworking / Lazy Mornings

Mumbo’s pushing himself too hard. Scott’s been watching his gradual decline. He’s so engrossed in his latest redstone project, it’s all he really seems able to talk or think about even when he’s not up to his elbows in repeaters and dust. Scott loves him dearly, and he’s been missing his beautiful boyfriend.

Thus, his plan.

Mumbo wakes up around 0900, and is usually gone when Scott finally drags himself out of bed. So Scott sets himself an alarm for 0845. (Spoiler alert: he regrets it.)

He groans at the cheerful ringtone, blinking his bleary eyes open. He mumbles something foul and profane, his hand fumbling for his phone. It takes him several tries to slap the Stop button, but once the irritant alleviates, the lines in his forehead smooth out and he sighs happily, rolling over in bed to drape himself along Mumbo’s side. Mumbo makes a soft and exceedingly British noise.

“Morning,” Scott mumbles into his boyfriend’s collarbone. Mumbo’s large, warm hand comes to rest on the back of his head.

“Morning,” Mumbo breathes. “What’s got you up so early?”

Scott smiles against his skin. “Wanted some time with my handsome gentleman caller before he disappears to his true love for fourteen hours.” The words are slightly barbed, but he knows Mumbo will recognize his playful tone and won’t take it as an insult.

True to form, Mumbo huffs a laugh, gently stroking Scott’s cerulean hair. “Darling...” he replies, the smile evident in his voice. Scott lifts his head to meet Mumbo’s eyes, resting his chin on his folded hands, and pouts.

“Come onnnnnn,” he pleads. Mumbo rolls his eyes fondly.

“I love you,” he promises. “It’s just... a surprise.”

Scott’s eyebrows fly into his hairline. “A surprise?” he repeats. Mumbo smiles.

“A surprise,” he agrees, but refuses to elaborate.

Scott pouts even bigger, making Mumbo laugh. “I’ll tell you when it’s done.”

“But I wanna see it now,” Scott protests.

Mumbo’s warm fingers brush through his hair, his hands worn from years of working with redstone. Scott likes to kiss his callouses and feel Mumbo’s skin against him. Mumbo’s always so gentle and he cares so much, even when he’s a bit preoccupied with work.

“Do you want some tea?” Scott murmurs. Mumbo smiles, his moustache brushing against Scott’s forehead.

“I would love some tea, darling,” he replies. Scott groans, disentangling himself from his love, and pulls on some trousers. He glances over his shoulder to find Mumbo leaning up on one elbow, watching him appreciatively, the duvet bunched around his waist. Scott winks, and Mumbo gives his happy laugh.

“You’re very silly,” Scott informs his boyfriend, and Mumbo grins.

“You love me,” he replies, which is not a statement that conflicts with Scott’s assertion at all, but Scott definitely can’t argue with it.

Scott sets about making two cups of tea, and just as the water is boiling, Mumbo appears behind him, wrapping his arms around Scott’s waist. Scott tips his head back to rest against Mumbo’s shoulder.

“Good morning,” he says happily. Mumbo hums happily against him.

“Morning, my love,” he replies. Scott twists in his arms, holding tea.

“For you,” he says happily. “Just a touch of milk.” Mumbo nods at it but doesn’t take it, his hands resting on Scott’s waist. Just to tease him, Scott takes a sip of his tea, which elicits a mildly irritated face from his boyfriend. Scott smirks. “Well, if you want your tea, you’ll have to take it.”

Mumbo gives a put-upon sigh and lifts one hand to take the mug. He brings it to his lips, taking a sip without breaking eye contact. Scott smiles, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Mumbo’s cheek, then pulls back to collect his own tea.

“If you give me two hours to work, I can show you your surprise,” Mumbo offers, apropos of nothing. Scott meets his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Mumbo smiles.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Just let me run out and pop some finishing touches on it, then I’ll come get you and I can show you.”

Scott pouts, taking another sip of his drink. “Alright, fine,” he agrees. “But I’m calling you in two hours, and if you’re not done, you’re showing me anyway.”

Mumbo takes another drink. “Promise,” he replies.

Mumbo keeps his word. One hour and fifty-eight minutes later, just as Scott is finalizing some designs for his latest build, the door unlocks and swings open. Mumbo enters, looking thrilled. “Alright, it’s done,” he declares. “Come on.”

He grabs Scott’s wrist, grinning from ear to ear, and pulls him off the couch. Scott laughs, smacking save as many times as he can and trying to keep his laptop from toppling onto the floor. “At least let me put a shirt on,” he requests. Mumbo rolls his eyes affectionately.

“Very well, if you must.” Scott blows him a kiss, then disappears into the bedroom to put on some real clothes. Mumbo is clearly vibrating with excitement, bouncing in place and wringing his hands when Scott returns. As soon as he catches sight of Scott, fully clothed and looking enthused, he brightens, takes Scott’s hand, and pulls him out of their base.

It’s a bit of a walk to the location of Mumbo’s surprise. They make their way through a savanna, a mesa, plains, and finally to a small flower forest. Mumbo puts his hands over Scott’s eyes, leads him into... somewhere. There’s a slight drop in temperature, so he gets the idea that it must be a cave or other natural formation of some kind. Finally, Mumbo lifts his hands away, and Scott takes it all in.

It’s... a little flower farm. But it also doesn’t look like a farm, it’s aesthetic. Mumbo has decorated it in pale blues and reds and pinks, an S on one side and an M on the other in white concrete. It’s beautiful.

“You made this for me?” Scott asks, astonished. Mumbo nods.

“You like flowers,” he says quietly, awkwardly, and Scott huffs a laugh. “And I know you’ve been looking for lots of dyes for your new build, and... I dunno, I just wanted to give you something nice that you could actually use.”

Scott tears his eyes away from the farm, turns to look at Mumbo, and kisses him deeply. “It’s perfect,” he promises. “I love you.”

Mumbo smiles back at him. “I love you too, Scott.”

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@mumscottweek2025

[necropathys]

In these harrowing days where I try not to starve to death due to illness (a time honored tradition in humans). May I request some apple poly where one of them is sick and the other two have to take care of them?

hey this is late but i care you. i hope the illness didn't and does not get you!!!

“Don’t lay a hand on me.” Shattered’s voice was a ragged snarl, trembling with the last of his dwindling strength. He batted Sol’s fingers aside, shoulders coiled tight as if poised to flee—or strike. “You’re the reason I’ve turned into this…twisted mess. You and your revolting ‘Positivity.’ Just—stay away.”

Sol only laughed, a lilting, careless sound, and leaned in, pressing closer without an ounce of shame. He draped himself around Shattered as though the two were old lovers teasing at a masquerade ball, ignoring each weak swat of those desperate tendrils. “Oh, darling, you know you can’t blame me for any of this,” he purred, letting each syllable linger with a playful hint of cruelty. “After all, you were the one so eager to partake of my—”

“Don’t antagonize him any further.”

Dream’s voice cut in, firm but weary, slicing off whatever vulgarity Sol had been about to purr out. He set down a pot of Sea Tea he’d been saving for a rainy day. Whether it had gone stale or not was another matter entirely, but it would probably help.

A low, warning hiss escaped Shattered as he tried—and failed—to push Sol away a second time. It rippled into a raw, violent cough that doubled him over, golden ichor dripping in shining trails from the corner of his mouth.

Shattered’s breath hitched, his body curling inward before a violent cough tore through him, raw and brutal. A fresh splatter of golden ichor dripped from his mandible, thick and gleaming against his already stained jaw. Dream felt his stomach twist at the sight.

Too much.

The corruption was thinning, running from him like a body trying to purge poison. The towels beneath and around him were soaked through, tarnished fluid creeping across the fabric in glistening trails. It didn’t matter how many layers Dream placed beneath him—nothing could stop it from seeping into every crevice, marking everything it touched.

Shattered’s eyes flickered shut, his breath ragged. His body trembled with every spasm of pain, and still Sol lingered near, bright-eyed and infuriatingly amused.

Dream knew this game—if Sol saw a line drawn in the sand, he delighted in stepping over it. Again and again.

Afterall, he was more often than not a victim of it.

“Please,” Dream murmured, at last, pleading for peace. “He’s had enough. Let him be.”

Sol only offered a half-smile in reply, a serenade of mocking warmth. It was impossible to decide whether the glow in his mismatched eyes was genuine concern or merely the thrill of teasing a wounded creature.

Dream exhaled softly, pressing the folded towel against Shattered’s jaw, carefully wiping away the glistening ichor. The fever-bright glare Shattered shot him—defensive, raw—might have once been enough to ward him off, but Dream had long since learned better. He ignored it, tending to him with quiet patience, even as Sol loomed just behind, a presence Dream could feel more than see.

For once, Sol held his tongue. A small mercy.

“This probably won’t taste great,” Dream admitted, lifting the pot of Sea Tea and pouring a measured amount into a chipped cup. “But it should help settle… whatever it is you’ve got going on.”

Shattered scowled, looking as though he wanted to refuse on sheer spite alone.

But before he could voice his resistance, another cough wracked his frame, wrenching his body forward with a raw, shuddering force. Dream’s SOUL twisted at the sight, at the flecks of tarnished corruption spattering the already ruined towels, at the way Shattered’s breath rattled in his chest like something broken.

Without hesitation, he scooted closer, pressing the cup into trembling fingers.

“Shh, easy,” Dream murmured, nudging the rim of the mug to his teeth. “Just a sip.”

Shattered’s glare flickered up, bleary and full of smouldering resentment. But in the end, he relented, taking a small, reluctant gulp. The effort alone seemed to sap what little strength he had left. He coughed again, curling forward, and Dream steadied him instinctively, one hand pressing lightly against his sternum.

From the edge of his vision, Dream saw Sol shift, the usual smug curve of his lips deepening, slow and indulgent, like a cat kneading velvet. Don’t start, Dream thought tiredly.

“Oh, look at you,” Sol purred, syrup-sweet and languid, a lover’s whisper woven with mockery. “So fragile in Dream’s arms… If you wanted to be cradled, dear heart, you need only ask.” His voice lilted with amusement, but there was something else beneath it—something keen, something starved.

There was a surprising new note in Sol’s manner—though he all but radiated heat as always, he lingered just beyond touching distance. One arm draped across the back of the couch, his posture decadently relaxed, but he left a deliberate, careful space between himself and Shattered. It was an unspoken acknowledgment of boundaries he rarely cared to observe.

Dream noticed. He saw the way Sol’s gaze flicked over Shattered’s slumped shoulders, as though assessing the damage—maybe even feeling a flicker of concern behind that irreverent smirk.

Shattered, of course, bristled anyway. "Don’t look at me," he rasped, his voice raw, tattered with exhaustion. His eyelights flicked to Dream, dark with venom, dull with weariness. "You either."

Dream let out a patient sigh. “Honestly. We’re just trying to help.”

Sol hummed, a throaty, knowing sound. “We could do so much more, if you’d only ask nicely.”

Shattered tried to scoff, but the sound devolved into a series of harsh coughs. He doubled over, and Dream’s reflexes took over. In one motion, he slid an arm behind Shattered’s back, trying to steady him as the coughing rattled through his frail frame.

“Lean forward,” Dream coaxed, his voice quiet with concern. “It’ll pass.”

Though Shattered’s pride bristled, necessity won out. He slumped into Dream’s hold, letting the coughs subside in wavering gasps. The golden fluid at the corners of his mouth caught the dim light with each rasp. Dream dabbed it away, mouth pressed in a thin line of masked worry.

“You’re going to be all right,” he promised—though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed himself.

Silence hung between them, thick and expectant. Sol’s eyes drifted across the room—from Shattered’s trembling form to the pot of tea perched precariously on the table, then back to Dream. Even his usual arrogance softened, if only by a margin. His head tilted, as though he was contemplating moving closer, perhaps to brush a comforting hand over Shattered’s face. But he must have thought better of it; instead, he let his arm fall, draping it casually at his side in feigned disinterest.

“For someone who keeps telling us to go to hell,” he said, low and smooth, “you certainly don’t mind being coddled when it suits you, darling.”

Shattered’s eyelights narrowed, the protest on his tongue lost to the next shallow breath he forced through weary ribcage. “Maybe I’d mind less if… if you weren’t hovering like vultures.” The retort, half-snarl, half-sigh, faded as quickly as it came. His head tipped back, eyelights dimming in the gloom. “Just… let me be.”

Dream started to pull his arm away—only to feel a trembling hand clamp around his wrist, feeble but unmistakably deliberate.

He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything at all.

He didn't have to.

“Oh?” Sol tittered, saccharine and triumphant. “So, you like being pampered after all.”

[eritvita]

"I know, darling, I know, but not yet," dost Roland plead, buoyed on her own desperation, yet ... his cock throbs in his trousers, tight and thick and thudding with the same beat as his red, aching Heart, and by the slickness of her conniving inner walls dost Roland ascertain that she is too tight, too tender to borne onto his own cock just yet.

He shushes her so sweetly, pressing his mouth to her crown; inhaling her musk, that gorgeous scent of her natural perfume. "Bear with me, sweet Niamh, and come for me. Come for me a thousand times a'fore mine own, hungry eyes, and take heed of the Promise of my girth. I wilt stretch thee," husks he, and he slides his two fingers inside her. He moans at scorching heat, dabbled in her wet, her slick, the puffy skin of her spreading lips that seem near too-soft.

His free hand grasps hard at the back of her dress near enough to snap the seams, his knuckles white, and his wrist aches with that triumph of Movement well spent. "Come for me, sweet love, please. Let me feel thee clasp around my hand."

She's trying so hard not to cry out, hips bucking towards his fingers as he slips them deeper. She feels dangerously close to orgasm, but she doesn't want to cum. Not yet. Though his description of the different wants he would fuck her doesn't help stave it off.

He asks the question and she almost can't find the words to answer. "Cock," she blurts out, uncaring that they're still in the alcove. She squirms under his touch and a whine finally escapes. "I'm so close, please, just fuck me."

She's not usually so needy. She doesn't usually beg. But, gods, she needs him inside of her. Niamh looks up at him through her lashes, eyes dark with longing.

"Please, Roland."

[darlings-and-damsels]

I want someone to send me their most sick and deranged fantasies. I won’t be creeped out, I promise <3 and if I ever am, then I guess I’ll just have to adjust quickly for your sake, won’t I~?

[librarycards]

so many people in the notes of my hysto post being like "lol it would be nice but i'm in my 20s and not a cancer risk so they'd NEVER give ME one nice try op" meanwhile "op" got a hysto by choice at 20 years old and the purpose of the entire post was to remind ppl that it was indeed possible

[hotpinkboots]

I CAN'T BE A MANIC LESBIAN ANYMORE BC MY MOTHER GOES THROUGH MY COMPUTER NOW DOES ANYBODY HAVE NO COMMENTARY GAMEPLAY OF RESIDENT LOVER

I NEED to giggle and kick my feet at 2 am over Donna, Alcina and Miranda