#((telepathically sending them the feeling of my pussy around them))

[cuddlesslut]

A Happy Accident

Definitely Nsfw! And Crack 😊

Summary: it's an honest mistake really sending a message to the wrong chat. But what about when you send your nude to the wrong chat...

Warning: Nsfw, pet names, degradation,daddy kink, sex, fingering, anal, double penetration, blow jobs

Please Read. This is my first time writing smut. And it took me a long time to write this. I'm sorry in advance for any and all grammar and spelling errors. I hope you enjoy it and that it's up to your standards. 💕💕😚💕💕

Part Seven: The deed

You stood next to these boys several times before but never before had you realized how tall they actually were. Towering over you. Maybe teasing them so much while you were at school wasnt such a good idea because as soon as the three volleyball players stepped into your room, the door was locked, you were pushed against into their embrace their hands flying to you not missing a beat. You stood there your shirt had been removed leaving you in only your bra, school skirt, and panties that were getting more and more drenched. Your back was pressed tightly again Bokuto's chest his mouth placed hot, messy kisses on your neck. As Kuroo’s tongue danced in your mouth stealing the air out of your lungs. You threw your head back against Bo’s shoulder biting your lip trying to suppress the moan errupting from you as he snuck his hand in between you and the middle blocker grazing his fingers over clothed warmth . You felt slender fingers grasp on to your jaw directing your attention to Akaashi who stood next to the group. Your eyes locked on to his pretty dick in his hand thumb rubbing over his red tip stroking his length.  

“look at me baby girl,” the setter said “i want to hear you, Understand,” his tight grip loosening his fingers moved from your jaw to your swollen lips. His thumb rubbing over bottom lip just as you had seen him do to the tip of his hard cock. Another moan ripped from your throat as Bokuto finally slipped his hand under the fabric petting his fingers through your folds.

“Aaah Bo-,” you were cut off by kaashi two fingers being shoved into your mouth.

“Suck.” he stated voice firm as his eyes bore into yours. Not needing to be told twice you wrapped you lips around his digits tongue swirling around them. 

“Fuck, Kitten,” Kurro chuckled “Youre such a good girl,” he praised. His large hand roaming around your chest reach behind you to undo your bra. Finally freeing your breast the cold air stinging your hard nipples. His rough fingers caressing the hardened nub. Causing you to arch into the touch moaning around Akaashi's slender fingers.

“beautiful ,” Kurro cooed. moving his lips down to your breast taking a bud into his mouth sending shivers down your spine, feeling his hot mouth on your breast while he pinched the other sending you into even more of a sexual frenzy.  

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity the ace behind you finally inserted two fingers into your wet heat. causing you to squeak from the sudden sinful stretch of your most sensitive area feeling with fingers being squeezed by your aching heat.

“shit ,” he cursed feeling his fingers being sucked into you “you're so fucking tight my little whore,,” he groaned into your ear finally stopping the assault on your neck that had no doubt was covered in bruises. “ that greedy little cunt of yours is just swallowing my fingers up. he laughed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your heat curling his fingers and touching the perfect spot deep inside of you.

Akaashi could see your high climbing and see you so close to your first release he removed his fingers from your mouth a string of saliva trailing from his digits to you. He moved his hand down to your neglected bundle of nerves. 

Its like these boys were telepathic the way they worked so in sync working your body over. Your legs feeling weak as Bokuto fingers pistioned in and out of you. Kuroo rolling a nipple in between his teeth. His right hand gripping on to your free tit. the final straw was the light pinch kaashi gave your clit. Sending waves of pleasure over you stimulated body. a lewd moan ripping through you as your legs gave out from under you.

Bokuto's strong arms wrapping around you guiding you to the bed so you can catch your breath. Resting in the center of the bed you throw your head back chest rising from what could probably be the best orgasm you've had so far. You look up to see that the three boys had rid themselves of their clothes. standing there in front of you almost predatory. they stood there with so much confidence looking like three Greek Gods. Eyes scanning their bodies you felt your arousel growing as your eyes dropped to what each of them were packing. Eyes blown wide with lust and wonder at how you were going to take all of them. You bit your lip looking at your three lovers. Kuroo smirking at you , Akaashi had a stoic look almost emotionless but his eyes said it all they stared deep into to you with such intensity. His eyes showing just as much lust for you as you had for him. Bokuto however stood there the most mischievous grin. 

“Are you okay baby girl?” akaashi questioned.

“Yes sir “

“Good,” he climbed into the bed with you. crawling between your thighs.” then theres no need for these,” he smirk pulling you lace panties and Nekoma skirt down your legs leaving you completely bare to the boys in front you. 

Akaashi made his way over you body pinning you to the bed his hands running up you figure before he captured you in a searing kiss. your tongues struggling for dominance in which the setter quickly won the battle and ground his hard cock against you causing you to gasp from the friction. 

“She makes the pretty sounds doesnt she” Kuroo praised 

“fuck.. dont forget to share Akaashi,” bokuto smirked

“OH dont worry shes gunna take care of all of us, arent you baby,” he stated no question in his voice as he flipped the two of you. So you were now straddling his waist. 

‘ yes ,” you mumbled lost in the feeling of his hot length sliding against you clit.

Akaashi hand wound its way into your hair tugging slightly pulling you head back.

“what was that Baby Girl?” eyebrows hitch in a stern questioning look. a domineering look that cause a flood of frustration straight to your center.

“YES SIR ,” you gasped . 

“Wow kaashi you got her trained so well already,” bokuto chuckled from his new position behind you. His strong hands firmly grabbing at you plump ass. 

“Dont worry,” he said said breath hitting you as he nipped at your ear. “ were going to take good care off you too.” 

You shuddered from the promise Bo made getting lost in a frenzy of thoughts. all the different ways they could use your body. Akaashi could see the excitement you radiated. He readjusted himself his tip grazing your soaked entrance. He looked up to your eyes waiting for the reassurance you quickly gave him before pushing his head past your folds slowing pulling you farther down his length. You were lost in the beautiful sight in front of you that was stoic Akaashi Keiji eyes pressed shut, head tilted back and lip pressed between his teeth , in pleasure as he felt you tight cunt clinching around him. Finally reaching the base you shuddered from how much he stretched you.

On the other side if you you could feel Bokutos fingers now slathered in lube start to prep your second hole. “be a good slut and show me how well you take care of them,” he smirked. Directing your attention to Kuroo. Who now stood next to the three of them. His heavy dick in hand the swollen tip leaking precum.

“You ready to suck Daddys cock Kitten?” He asked patting his hot length against your face sliding it to your soft lips. leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. You open your mouth giving little kitten lick to his flushed tip staring straight into his eyes. 

“good girl,” he purred as you wrapped your lips around him. your tongue swirling around his member as you took him farther into you mouth.

“Mmmhn” you moaned around Kuroo as Akaashi started his assault on you pussy snapping his hips up. His length hitting deep inside of you. Akaashis largers hands grabbed at your cheeks pulling them further apart helping Bokuto sink two fingers into you tight whole. You choked around Kuroo as Bo breached the tight muscle.

“Fuck Kitten,” Kuroo moaned as you took him farther into you wet mouth. His right hand gripped tightly into you H/C hair as he fucked into your wide open mouth. His left hand grabbing and pinching your perky nipples. Tears prickling your eyes from the stimulation as Akaashi contiued drilling into you. “You're such a good girl.”

Akaashi was amazed as the sight in front of him. You looking so utterly helpless being attaked on all sides. He reached one of his hands up to your neck feel Kuroo hard cock sliding down you throat as you took all of him. 

You start to squeeze tight as you high started approaching. And you werent the only one . Kuroo thrust getting sloppy as he fucked deep into your face.

“im going to come Kitten,” he warned. But you continued your assault hollowing your cheeks around him finally drawing out his orgasm as he spilt his seed into your mouth . He pulled out leaving a trail of white that spilt down your chin. Ypu swallowed the load. smiling up at Kuroo. 

Your attenion brought back to your situation as Boukto pushed you forward pressing you chest into Akaashi. Giving him easy access as he started to push his tip into your prepped entrance. Kaashi slowed down his movement to better help you adjust to Bo slowly sinking farther into your ass. Both stilled allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. Akaashi took you lips into a reassuring kiss as Bokuto ran his hands down your back soothingly. 

“Are you ready Y/n,” Bokuto asked.

“Yes please move, both of you,” you gasp going stir crazy.

The boys started their movement, Moving in tandem never letting you feel empty. Your had never felt more full. Your high quickly approaching again. your walls begin closing around Akaashi and it clear he wont last much longer with how you closing around him. He sped up his thrust. moving like a man on a mission, His grip on your waist bruising as drove into you most sensitive spot driving you over the edge.

“Kaaashi,” you exclamied as your body shook from pleasure. Your heat clenched tight around his length. Pushing Akaashi into his own release painting your walls in his white seed. Your arms gave out causing you to fall into his chest. You barried your face in the crook of his neck anchoring yourself as Bokuto continued his assault from behind.

“Fuck that was hot watching your slutty pussy taking all of kaashi,” he goaded. “hows it feel being stuffed full of our cum Y/N” he continued. he looked down at his cock disappearing inside your tight ass. 

“Sht your doing such a good job being our cumslut,” he said giving your ass a hard smack. Causing you to bite into Akaashi’s neck as Bo fucked you into his best friend. Your intense orgasm building again quicker this time from the added stimulation of your previous pleasure.

“come for me one more time Y/n” bokuto commanded as he moved a hand around to your clit. Rubbing your bundle of nerves sending sparks of electricity through you body pull a scream from your overstimulated body as you came hard. Your scream alone was enough to send Bokuto into a frenzy as he fucked you through your relase before emptying himself to you. 

Nothing was heard in the room except the heavy breathing of all its occupants. Your body finally betraying you as you collasped on to the bed. Your legs shaking. 

“You did amazing Beautiful,” Bokuto said moving up to you placing a kiss to your temple smoothing your hair out of you exhausted face. Akaashi rubbed his hand soothingly over body.

“lets clean you up Kitten,” kuroo said kissing your lips once more.

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Yay thank-you all for all the love and support!! This is my first smau and im so happy everyone is enjoying it!!!💖💖💖💖

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[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 16

Bakugo x Reader

words : 2520

Masterlist

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.

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His skin pricked and burned every once in a while. Almost as if he was being burned. He chalked it up to the hot son that had been beating down on him all morning. The guys had gone back to UA a few hours ago to get a quick nap before graduation. As much as he hated to admit it, Deku had proven to be extremely helpful after all. He managed to cover more ground with his speed and narrowed down the options. They had worked all through the night without complaint, and for that he owed them big time.

The others had begged him to come with them. Graduation would only take a few hours. They were nervous leaving him alone out here. It wasn’t a great part of town and he wasn’t in the best state of mind. It wouldn’t take much for him to blow up half the neighborhood.

He argued with them until he was on the verge of a headache. “I’m not alone. I have Mercy. He’s got my back. You guys go on. I promise to come back to eat something later tonight.”

That was a few hours ago and he can’t deny that he’s started to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach the longer he was out here. Thoughts of what the other heroes were saying started to crowd his mind.

There wasn’t really any evidence that you had been kidnapped. Other than the small amount of blood Mercy had found on the wall it looked like you had left voluntarily. All of the security footage showed you leaving of your own free will.

With your record, some heroes thought maybe you had just decided to pack your shit and go. But you wouldn’t have done that. There’s no way you would have left your pack behind. No way you would have cut yourself off from him. Even if you personally decided you didn’t like him anymore, he was still a part of your pack. Your Alpha instincts wouldn’t let you abandon him like this.

God, he felt like such a pussy. He was supposed to be stronger than this. He wasn’t supposed to feel so attached to anyone! He had spent his whole life avoiding personal connections for this very reason. He was worried sick over you. But he was also angry. He was pissed. Pissed at himself for not being stronger than this. Pissed at you disappearing and not telling him where you were going. Pissed at you for not trusting him. Pissed at the world for constantly giving you the shit end of the stick.

The more worked up he got the louder the ringing in his ears got. A painful reminder that you weren’t there to fix him. He could sense Mercy’s presence a few streets over and called him in to eat a quick breakfast.

He pulled out a few granola bars and a pack of sandwich meat. He tossed the meat on the ground for Mercy which he happily started to scarf down. Bakugo was lost in thought when he felt a random pinch in his shoulder, it hurt only briefly but it was intense. He rotated his shoulder around, must be a pinched nerve or something.

Mercy stopped eating, “Did you feel that too?”

Bakugo was stuffing his trash in his pocket. “Feel what? Did you get something from her?”

Mercy whined, “That pain in your shoulder. I felt it too. Did you hurt yourself?”

Bakugo shrugged as he kneaded into the muscle in his shoulder, “I don’t think so. It only hurt for a second, but it’s fine now.” He saw the intense stare Mercy was giving him, and could feel him become uneasy. “Why what’s wrong?”

Mercy sat down and huffed, “I think someone is hurting y/n. I think that was her pain slipping through the bond. Like I said the bond is like a door. She has to focus to keep it shut. It would make sense that intense pain would open it up just a crack. Have you felt any weird burning sensations at all today?”

Bakugo’s heart stopped and his blood began to boil. “Yeah… I thought it was just the sun…”

“Who do we know with fire related quirks?”

Bakugo ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “Me, IcyHot, Endeavor, and…. Dabi.” His eyes grew wide as his jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth. “The league as her. The same bastards that took me a couple years ago!” His palms crackled as involuntary explosions threatened to go off. He needed to calm down. He needed to tell the others.

He pulled his phone out and called Kiri. No answer. Todoroki, again with no answer. He looked at the time and swore. The graduation ceremony was about to begin. He hovered over Deku’s name for a few moments before finally hitting dial. It rang a few times before that annoying voice answered.

“Kachan! Are you okay? You never call me.” He could hear a scuffle on the other end of the phone before a new voice was speaking into the phone.

“Bakugo, it’s Aizawa. Where are you?”

Bakugo gripped the phone tighter, “I already told you I wasn’t coming to that stupid ceremony. Listen I’ve found out some new information. I think the League of Villains have y/n. I can feel a weird burning pain sometimes through the bond and so can Mercy. It has to be Dabi!”

There was a tense silence on the other end of the phone. “Bakugo, that’s not exactly evidence. That’s just a feeling. And even if it were true, that doesn’t help find her. If anything, it means you need to come back. They’ve already taken you once. It’s not smart for you to be out there by yourself. And before you say Mercy is there, he doesn’t count. You need someone preferably with apposable thumbs… and can actually communicate with people who aren’t you.”

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. Is Hawks there. You said he was assigned to this right? Is he there? Can I talk to him?”

Aizawa gave a tired sigh, “You aren’t going to listen to anything I say, are you?”

“Nope. Is he there or not?” Bakugo could feel his temper starting to rise but could feel Mercy attempting to calm him down just as quickly. “If you could look that would be very helpful.”

The other end was quiet while Aizawa looked around for the feathery hero. “He isn’t here. But I can give you his number. Please at least tell him where you are. Let him help you.”

Bakugo promptly hung up on his old sensei as soon as he had Hawk’s number. He honestly didn’t know why he was so mad with Aizawa. It just felt like that even after everything he’s done Aizawa will only ever see him as the kid who wanted to be called Lord Explosion Murder. He had come a long way since then, put in a lot of work, and he just needed him to acknowledge that.

The phone rang way too long before going to voicemail. But Bakugo wasn’t having that. He was stubborn. If he needed to call Hawks one hundred times before he answered, then so be it.

The third time he called it picked up on the first ring. “WHAT? Who the hell is this and why are you bothering me?” There was a loud bang in the background and Hawk’s voice grew muffled as he pulled the phone away from him. “Can you not, for like two seconds? I told you I was getting a call on my hero phone! So, shut up!” He groaned as his request to be quiet was followed by another loud thud. “Where was I? Oh yeah, what do you want?”

Bakugo wished he could reach through the phone and deck him. “This is Bak- uh Ground Zero. I heard you’re currently assigned to find l/n y/n. I have some important information and was wondering if you could meet with me.”

Another loud noise sounded in the background except this one was followed by a soft moaning noise. Bakugo could feel his skin heat up and his breathing pause. He would know that moan anywhere.

“I told you to knock it off! I’m on the phone!” Bakugo needed to make his next move carefully. He couldn’t be impulsive. “Sorry about that. Yeah, I’ve taken the lead on tracking her down. What do you say we meet at UA tomorrow to talk about it? I’m sure you’re busy with grad parties tonight. Have fun and remember to be safe. Don’t drink too much, been there, done that, you know what I mean?”

“Tonight. I want to meet tonight.” He needed to stay calm, he needed to stay calm. “That is, if that’s alright with you? I don’t have any plans. I didn’t even go to the stupid ceremony. I’m so over all of those extras.”

This got a chuckle out of Hawks. “Yeah I guess that could work. There’s a good ramen joint in town. I’ll send you the address. See you there in say 4 hours?”

A sharp pain went through Bakugo’s wrist and he knew it had to be you. He gritted his teeth, “How about now? Where are you? I’ll come meet you.”

Hawks paused for a moment, nervous with the sudden change in Bakugo’s tone. “Now’s not really a good time. I’m in the middle of something. Important hero work. Need to know only. But hey let me know where you are, and I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.”

“That’s fine. Just call me when you’re ready to meet. Just make it quick.”

“So impatient, why not just tell me now?” Bakugo could hear the unsaid question in Hawk’s voice. Hawk’s wanted to know if Bakugo was on to him.

Bakugo couldn’t lose his cool. He needed to throw Hawks off the scent. He needs to gain his trust. Needs to meet him in person so he can follow him back to you. “No, what I want to say needs to be in person. I don’t trust phones. Never know who’s listening. I will say I don’t think she was kidnapped though. It’s possible she went back home. But I just want your opinion on some stuff I found.”

There was obvious relief in Hawk’s voice, “Oh yeah sure. You know what? I can probably sneak out now. I think we’re basically done here anyways. How about that ramen shop I mentioned earlier?”

“Yeah, just send me the address.”

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Hawks was still on the phone looking pale. Whoever he was talking too was making him nervous.

Your body was in absolute agony. Dabi looked like a kid in Disney Land as he had his way with you, and not in the fun way. He burned your skin, broke your bones, he had even stabbed your shoulder earlier. Asshole.

You were literally soaked with blood, sweat, and tears. The maniac didn’t understand that just because you healed, didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The latest injury had been him snapping your wrist, even after Hawks had asked him to stop. You let out a muffled moan as you tried to set the bones back so it would heal faster.

Dabi’s eyes looked at you with a playful glee as Hawk’s eyes looked terrified, “I told you to knock it off! I’m on the phone!”

Dabi leaned in and whispered in his ear, “That’s his hero phone. I bet you every dollar in my pocket that they’re talking about you.”

You shoved him away from you and held your injured wrist to your chest and collapsed in pain onto the floor. You couldn’t take any more. This was torture. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on healing. Because that was the point in all of this right? To learn how your healing worked. To try and control it.

You could feel a warm numb feeling seep down your arm into your wrist. You tried to force yourself into Alpha mode, but not to shift. Your eyes started to glow, and the warmth grew hotter, until you finally passed out from exhaustion.

“Did you have to be so rough with her?” Hawks skipped over and dropped down next to you to check your pulse. “That was Bakugo on the phone you idiot. I swear when she cried, you know when you broke her wrist…He knew it was her. He was really pushy on meeting me in person.”

Dabi smirked, “First of all she didn’t cry, she fucking moaned… and it was kinda hot. Not gonna lie. So yeah, if he’s her boyfriend and he’s been doing his job correctly then he probably did recognize it.” He shoved his finger into Hawks chest, “You’re the idiot for answering your hero phone while in the middle of some not very heroic work.”

“He called me three times and I didn’t recognize the number! I thought it was an emergency!” Hawks was trying to pick you up now. “God you are a fucking animal, I swear. We are trying to help her. She’s not going be much help in a fight if she’s broken.”

Dabi ruffled your hair as you continued to sleep in Hawk’s arms. “I did help her. Look at her. Sure, she’s exhausted but I put her through hell and there’s not a scratch on her. She’s already learned how to speed it up a little. I’m just hoping it’ll be enough to counteract hand job’s quirk.”

Hawks narrows his eyes at Dabi, “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked her.”

Dabi recoiled his hand from your hair quickly, “Fuck off. I don’t particularly like anyone. But she’s got spunk. And she’s not like the rest of them. Maybe it’s the Alpha in her… but I just can’t see her getting pushed around in the system like we did.”

Hawks set you down on the couch. “You know there’s a rumor that she’s somehow added the explosion brat into her ‘pack’ whatever that means. From what the teachers tell me they can communicate telepathically, feel each other’s emotions, locate each other… heal each other…”

Dabi poured an unhealthy amount of rum into his cup and took a sip, “So? Why does that matter? You worried he’s going to come banging down the door looking for her?”

“No. I think we both know if he knew where she was, he would have been here already. Meaning she’s willingly not telling him.” Hawks gave Dabi a sly smile, “That also means if you play your cards right, maybe she’ll add you to her little collection and heal you too.”

Dabi scoffed, “And why the hell would I want that?” His eyes lingered on your sleeping figure. He still didn’t really care if you lived or died as long as you took out Shigaraki for him. But something was starting to stir in him. Maybe he’d prefer it if you lived. Not likely, but… Maybe.

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[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2020 Master List

Now that I have awoken from my post-Hypnovember nap, it’s time to post my 2020 Master List! in comparison to last year’s entries, a lot of stories this year delved more into either more intense kinks or more of my intense personal feelings than my stories last year did. Sometimes writing stories is a bit like reading my own tarot cards in that way- letting an ambiguous prompt roll around in my subconscious and sometimes being surprised or amused or even slightly unsettled by what it turns into. I hope you will find something in this group of works that soothes you, that turns you on, that intrigues you, and that most of all provokes a response. If you do, I’d absolutely love to hear about it. :)

Copying one of my favorite @jukeboxemcsa  ideas, I’ve also included a HypnoBS rating for every work about how realistic the hypnosis/mind control is in each work (IMHO). In this ranking, 1 means to is absolute bullshit and 5 is a normal Tuesday night (for someone).

Icons- 📰- story. 🔊- audio 💻- technology 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or character in tub 👻- spooky 🐈- at least one happy pussy ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent 👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels ⭐-author’s personal favorites

Day 1: Instant M/f 📰 😴🐈#😭

Choice quote: “Sean chuckled as he moved in closer. And closer. ‘I thought you wanted to know what it was like to be hypnotized, sweetheart. To follow suggestions? To have someone else take control? It’s not real control if I’m doing something you already wanted, now is it?”

HypnoBS- 5. Read the whole thing but- IMHO totally plausible.

Fun Fact- These are the same characters from last year’s Day 5: Poison.

Day 2: Coils F/m 📰 😴 💻 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘I bet you could hypnotize me with a bar of soap if you wanted to. That still doesn’t make me like spirals.’”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe 4 because I don’t love the induction but- maybe you will? Also- oh no poor Daniel is so conditioned that he’ll go under to anything Jamie does! How hard for him. :(

Day 3: Staged Hypnosis (Stage) F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🛀 ❓

Choice quote: “No one needed to know she was a plant. A confederate. A stooge.”

HypnoBS- 1.5. This would collapse like a house of cards. It’s a fun concept though.

Day 4: Psychic F/nb 📰 😴 🌈 😍 👨‍🔬⭐

Choice quote: “Something about the hypnosis- being in and out of each other’s heads and in and out of each other’s bodies all weekend- made her feel like she and Tris had merged in some way. Like there was a new, deeper understanding between them now- a telepathic bond.”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe a 4.5 if you’re recognizing some nre magical thinking here. But- I’ve definitely had this feeling and this kind of experience- and I hope some of you have had it/will have it as well. :)

Day 5: Visor F/multiple 📰 😴 🛀 💻 👨‍🔬 🤪#

Choice quote: “Besides, everyone knew stormtroopers were kinky.”

HypnoBS- 4.5. Some of the exact details would need to be changed and thought through more thoroughly, but I absolutely believe you could do something like this if you wanted to. (And if you do, you definitely have to let me know. I know some of y’all out there go to Dragoncon.)

Day 6: Pendulum F/y’all 🔊😴 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: This is a trick I first learned from a science book I read in 5th grade.

HypnoBS- 5. The real thing.

Day 7: Song Aliens/the human race 📰 💻 👻❓

Choice quote: “Anna didn’t know what she was singing.”

HypnoBS- 1. I hope. Why do the song based stories always turn out so creepy?

Day 8: Performance unknown/f 📰 👻❓😴# ⭐

Choice quote: “With each snap, the gears inside her doll body click click click clicked into action. She turned, jerky but graceful. She was determined to do well. “

HypnoBS- 5 (if part of a fearplay scene, which is my headcanon for this story)

Day 9: (Hot Under the) Collar F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 🐈#⭐

Choice quote: “She was wearing her collar. She was aroused. It was as simple as that.“

HypnoBS- 5 With time, I think you could do this. Maybe a 4.5 for the 30 minutes thing- that might lead to a bit too much cramping.

Day 10: Gentle 🔊😴

Choice quote: “Just look into the spiral....”

HypnoBS- 5. I hope.

Day 11: Summoning Sappho (Summon) eventual F/f I hope 📰 😴🌈 🤪

Choice quote: “In fact, the only ideas left to try on their brainstorming board included ‘sexy alien invasion’, ‘sexy witches’, and this. Shockingly, at this point a sexy seance seemed the most practical.”

HypnoBS-1. Although stay tuned for Femme Flirt 2021.

Day 12: Plants unknown/m 📰 😴🛀#

Choice quote: “If he focused, Chris could feel that new suggestion also growing stronger and stronger, becoming more and more firmly rooted inside of him. “

HypnoBS- 5, with the right person

Day 13: Artifact F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 👨‍🔬 ❓

Choice quote: “She fumbled through the contents when suddenly her hand found something unexpected from her past.A red lipstick tube. An artifact.”

HypnoBS- 4? There’s different ways of reading this story, but my headcanon is that the consent here is pretty dubious.

Day 14: Tail M/f 📰 😴🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It was no use. She could sense her tail was still behind her. She couldn’t shake him. She should have known he’d come for her.��

HypnoBS- Let’s say 2. Although I think this could work really well for a fearplay scene in an appropriate setting (where someone wasn’t actually left unmonitored with extreme paranoia).

Day 15: Serve F/m 📰 😴#⭐

Choice quote: “He had put his heart and soul into the dish.They were hers now.”

HypnoBS- As a scene? 5 (depending on the person). As a long term effect, much lower.

Day 16: Memory F/f  📰 😴 🛀🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Mesmera waited for Galaxy Girl at the door.”

HypnoBS- 4, you could do an induction along these lines but -1 for psychic powers

Fun Fact: These characters were originally featured in last year’s Day 19: Hideout. 

Day 17: Toy F/f m/f 📰 😴 🛀🌈🐈 #

Choice quote: “Dolly hated to have Bad Manners. “

HypnoBS- 4.5. This is pretty deep into headspace, but I wouldn’t want to rule it out for the right person.

Day 18: Monster m/f 📰 😴 ❓😭⭐

Choice quote: “That kind of stuff wasn’t fair to think about here. It wasn’t everyone else’s fault that she was so warped.”

HypnoBS- 5. Ouch my heart. Poor young!Ella.

Day 19: Eyes M/m 📰 😴 🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Scott looked into his partner Brandon’s eyes. Brandon had hypnotized him so many times over the years in so many ways but- this was one of Scott’s favorites.”

HypnoBS- 5. Especially in a long term relationship like this. (In my pretend Hypnovember universe, these guys are some of the patriarchs of the hypnokinky convention scene and absolutely wonderful advice givers.)

Fun fact: The story of how these characters originally got together is in last year’s Day 12: Stage story. 

Day 20: Possession F/f  📰 😴 🌈 😍😭

Choice Quote- “Things that were hard to do for herself during these times became easier to do as something owned by Thadra. Taking a shower. Getting up and going to bed at the right time. Making sure she ran once a day. Making sure she ate.”

HypnoBS- Errr....4 trending upwards. Although for this to be safe and healthy you’d really need to be checking in with a therapist and working on your continuing mental health at the same time (IMHO). Please do not get relationship advice from my porn.

Day 21: Snaps 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice Quote- “No, that one was up.”

HypnoBS- 5. I’m not sure quite how this translates to audio but this is the kind of shenanigans I pull with friends all of the time.

Day 22: Restrict  F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🐈👨‍🔬 

Choice quote: “’Hmm. By ‘weird’ do you mean ‘hot’?’ asked Zahara, lounging above her on the couch. Nikki nodded. She definitely meant hot. “

HypnoBS- 2. A month is a long time and this is a strong reaction. But- maaaaaybe would work for a bit, especially within these boundaries?

Day 23:  Villain there’s a m and a f  📰 🛀👨‍🔬❓#

Choice quote: “They had been planning against that damned do-gooder reporter Lizzy Lampost for months and now they were about to finally have her in their clutches. “

HypnoBS-1. But you’re not reading this one for realism, are you?

Day 24: Drink F/f 📰 😴👨‍🔬🌈 😍

Choice quote: “’Leah,’ she said. ‘I’ve found a drinking game! This might be fun! Want to try it?’”

HypnoBs- 5. With the right person. (That part of the end might be a bit harder.)

Day 25:Worship: F/m 📰 🛀🌈 

Choice quote: “After all, it wasn’t the time to work right now. It was time to worship his Mistress’s cock.”

HypnoBS- Someone on AO3 told me this fic just wrecked them. Lucky that person- this one’s a 5. Maybe not with everyone, but an awful lot of people should be able to do an awful lot of the activities in this story. :)

Day 26: Fey M/f 📰😴 😭⭐

Choice quote: “Humans do not know the spells they weave.”

HypnoBS- 1 Only true in that metaphorical way. (So- really, really true. But not factual.)

Day 27: Recording F./m 📰 🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It’s a recording, he reminded himself. “She’s not there. No one is there.”

HypnoBS- 2 At least, I don’t know how to make this happen (outside of a consensual scene).

Day 28: Obsession M/F 📰 🛀😍👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Some guys had cars. Some had computer systems. Some had home brewing. But Mark’s obsession was Julia.“

HypnoBS- Oh gosh. Errr...2.5? Hard to say. 

Fun Fact: This started as a one-sided scenario, then it changed, then it felt really hot, now it feels like a sweet silly sitcom premise. (If you want to read some episode synopses of this hypothetical sitcom, there are some brilliant ones here! Also- feel free to send me more!)

Day 29: Helpless F/m 📰😴😍

Choice quote: “’I want to be helpless,’ he replied. Juan felt his headspace changing. He threw himself into that feeling, trusting Josie to take the reins.“

HypnoBS- 5. Not a scene log, but pretty much How I Top.

Day 30: Awaken 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Aaaaaand-awaken!”

HypnoBS- 5 Hypnotist BS- also a 5

Thank you all for reading these! Thank you especially to everyone who reblogged, wrote me comments, and generally supported me through this past month. I’m going to specifically single out @daja-the-hypnokitten​, @wellgnawed​, and @spiralturquoise​ for the encouragement- y’all are the best. :)  I know this is a long post, but I’d really appreciate reblogs of it!

Also, I didn’t have time to contribute myself but- if you donate to Hypnokink for Trans Lives, let me know and I’ll write you an epilogue for any of these stories that you choose. 

[tartxglia]

Post-Concert Depression

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Suggestive smut, Supernatural SKZ AU

Words: 2.6k+

Summary: You catch the eye of Hyunjin, supernatural group Stray Kids’ resident demon member in the middle of a concert.

Note: Italics indicate telepathy.

The strong bass travelled through the entire venue, making your whole body vibrate in excitement as your favourite nine member supernatural boy group Stray Kids jumped, danced and sang their songs right in front of your eyes. It was one thing to see them behind a screen, and a completely different surreal experience to see them right in front of you, in real life. It was unfair how much more gorgeous they were, the things their beauty did to your heart. Perhaps it was also the supernatural side in them that made them so appealing–who were you kidding–it was most definitely one of the largest factors that made them so hot. A supernatural boy group with members ranging from fallen angels to incubi to vampires, werewolves, and even demons. This group had a wide variety and their fans went wild for it–who wouldn’t? These were nine super hot and super cute supernatural boys; imagine the things they're capable of that regular humans aren't.

Your thirst train of thoughts are interrupted by Hwang Hyunjin who jumps around the stage near your area, hyping himself and the crowd to one of Stray Kids’ older tracks YAYAYA. Hyunjin is a demon–though his angelic visuals make you think otherwise–and holds the role of lead rapper and main dancer. Oh god, dancer, you were always a sucker for dancers. The control they had over every part of their body, the fluid yet sharp movements they trained to achieve, and their hips–you could only wonder what a dancer’s hips were capable of doing to you.

Hyunjin never hesitates to flaunt his dance skills, he walks past your section slowly, his each move a result of a slow sensual body roll as he lets his body ride the rhythm of the loud music pumping through his veins. He gives your side of the standing pen lots of attention, walking past while trying to make eye-contact with as many fans as possible and sending them waves, winks, heart fluttering smiles you name it. He pauses in his track when he happens to make eye-contact with you, his next step forward immediately halting his body as he backtracks to the edge of the stage, closer to your section. He squats down at the edge, settling down as he peers forward to get a closer look. Seeing him just a couple meters ahead of you has your breath stuck in your throat and your heart skipping beats as your eyes take in all the beauty that is demon Hwang Hyunjin.

The stage lighting from the centre stage shine all the way down, hitting one side of his face and fittingly painting one half of him in a hazy bright red light. As if Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t already sexy enough with his demonic aura of confidence, his tall body proportions, the sensuality of the red light further intensifies it. The pure white choker he has on doesn’t help. The brightness of the colour otherwise associated with pureness and innocence is a stark contrast on the skin of a demon who oozes sexual confidence. The sight nearly has you whimpering, your knees already beginning to feel weak but you refuse to take your eyes away from him who is continues posing for the cameras.

You watch as his eyes stay fixed onto you, the two of you holding strong continuous eye contact, and you watch as his eyes then stray up and down your figure, taking in as much of you as he could from his position. When he connects his eyes with you once again, you see the deep pool of brown flash a bright red before reverting normal. The colour change sparks a curiosity within you, and you wonder whether it was a trick of the light–the stage was shining red light after all–but you don’t have long to theorise because of the stunt Hyunjin just pulled in front of you. This boy just brushed his hair away from his face in the most sexy way possible dn posed with a v sign in front of a crowd. It would probably be completely okay and normal if he had put up the v as a victory sign next to his face, or his eyes, anywhere but over his mouth. With his tongue sticking out in the valley of his fingers. With his hair still a mess after having run his hand through it just now, Hyunjin stares directly at you as he poses with a v. Over top of his mouth. Then sliding his tongue out his mouth and directly at the valley of his fingers for a brief second.

The sight has you in shock, your whole being frozen as you process the sexual gesture he had just made in public, in front of his fans. You look side to side, checking the faces of the other fans in the standing pen next to you, only to see them cheering him on as normal and no qualms. You’d think they’d have a more aggressive reaction to such an act. You look back up to the stage, finding Hyunjin in the same spot but now he has his mic up, singing his part of the song and letting his gaze roam around the crowd and no longer staring at you. You feel a twinge of disappointment and immediately Hyunjin’s eyes find yours again, looking down at you with hooded eyes as he rapped his section to the mic he cooly held in one hand, the other holding his hair away from his face. He smirks mid-rap but continues on still strong in his vocals, maintaining eye-contact with you once again but this time he winks. He sends you a wink and that’s all it takes for his eyes to switch back to the gleaming red you caught before. Except now, it’s constant. You don’t even know it but you’re staring at him with a gaping mouth, your eyes and mind finally registering what had been happening the past few seconds. His bright red eyes, the suggestive gesture, the lack of reaction from surrounding fans–

“What’s wrong, angel? You never experienced telepathy before?”

Hwang Hyunjin, one of the demon members of Stray Kids, was using his demon side to use telepathy on you with his blood red eyes and fangs out for only you to see. Fuck, that was really hot. His voice was husky and echoed within your mind, the deep bass of his voice reaching every corner. And the pet-name didn’t help. The demon himself, calling you an angel. If it weren’t for the barrier in front of you, you’d be on your knees already.

Following his question, Hyunjin sends you a flurry of images all passing by too quickly to grasp details but just enough to recognise the figures. Big hands with long slender fingers on bare skin, trailing up and down, tracing very curve. Pink pouty lips pressed on a neck, leaving soft wet kisses over the developing hickeys. A hand with a single band ring on one finger, and a thicker triple band ring on another dipping down past the hem of black shorts with a studded waistband–wait those were the shorts you were wearing. The realisation has you snapped out of a haze, and you come back to Hyunjin who is still pumping up the crowd in your section, still sitting squatted in front of you. Your eyes scan his hands, trying to look at his fingers for sign of any accessories and–oh my god. A single band on his pointer finger. A triple band ring on the finger next to it. Those were the exact hands you saw in the images Hyunjin projected to you. And the shorts were yours.

You can feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you catch on to what Hyunjin was suggesting. Your mind is in a state of shock, a jumbled mess of thoughts the result of what he had just shown you. Were those his thoughts? Is that what he was thinking of right at this very moment? Mid-performance? Fuck, you can just feel yourself get wetter at the revelation, your pussy throbbing with need.

“Babygirl you gotta use your words or I’m gonna leave~” Hyunjin’s gravelly voice enters your mind once again. His tone teasing as he side-eyes you with a glint in his eyes. As much as you’d like to give him a reaction, you’re left speechless at what you had just experienced. What he had just shown you. Your mind being a mush, you can’t do anything else but continue gaping at him, your lips parted to form a response but only producing silence.

Hyunjin enjoys the fact that he’s left you speechless, it feeds his ego, feeds him power. He loves the stunned expression of yours, your mouth agape and lips forming in an ‘o’ that sends his mind down another sinful spiral of thoughts. For some reason you’d caught his eye among the hundreds. He didn’t know why and he didn’t care to search for the reason. He just knew that he liked you and that was enough. Wanting to play with you more, he sends another wave of his thoughts over to you. The content just as sensual and suggestive, but this time he puts a little extra bit of his power to channel the physical sensations too.

The second wave of images Hyunjin sends you is even more intense–in your opinion anyways–because this time you could feel the physical sensations matching the images. You can feel the cold of his metal ring as his hand sits underneath your shorts, the sensation sending a shiver up your spine. You can feel the elongated incisors that make his fangs that he lazily drags up the side of your neck. The feeling scares you, he could bite you at any moment and you’d just let him, but damn it was attractive. The tingles you felt as Hyunjin teasingly played with your neck. The last thing Hyunjin gives you is the sensation of your hands, running through his soft silky hair all clean and dry after the shower he took following the concert. He smells good, he smells alluring, and the strands of his hair feel like heavenly clouds, slipping through the gaps between your fingers as you tug and play with them.

You revel in the experience given to you by Hyunjin, even despite the fact that it was fabricated by pure imagination and mental stimulation alone but you'd take it. You were cut short, however, when Hyunjin suddenly cuts the telepathic link, his eyes reverting back to chocolate brown. With the lack of verbal response as he had demanded from you, he tuts in mock disappointment and gets up from his squat. Seeing him walk away sends your heart racing as you prepare to give into his demands. He walks a couple steps before stopping at the sound of your whimper. It was a miracle how he heard you despite the loud overwhelming ambient sounds, even considering his demon side and heightened senses. He turns his head with a smug expression, side-eyeing you to watch as you pout up at him with innocent doe eyes that conveyed sinful messages and desires. He seems to have gotten the message because he backtracks.

Since he was still standing up, you had to crane your neck up to look up at him as he stood over you. His long legs and thighs were in your direct line of sight and was it wrong for you to want to bite them? You trail your eyes slowly back up to make eye-contact with him, finding him already looking down at you. His expression hasn't exchanged much, but you can just tell how much he's enjoying this–seeing you at his mercy, begging for him to come back, begging for his teases. He thrives in the power that you give him and standing above you, him looking down at you and you up at him, paints the perfect representation of the power dynamic between the two of you. And holy fuck do you find it hot.

"This is exactly how it should be... You looking up at me from your place on the floor. Don't you agree, babygirl? Aren't you a demon's whore?" You shouldn't be surprised that he can tell what you're thinking, he's a demon after all, but it still doesn't stop the small jump of shock you make at the sound of his sensual voice echoing within your head once again. You make a move to respond to him, your lips parted to give him a response but you're still reeling from the shock of the situation. Hwang Hyunjin, the demon, had you in a private telepathic link with him. Showing you all his sinful thoughts of you, showing you all the promises he was capable of fulfilling.

"Y-yes," you manage to croak out through the shock. Your voice can barely be heard to yourself, but Hyunjin's heightened senses catch it with no problem.

"'Yes' what?" He's quick to demand, his tone authoritative and waiting on edge for you to hand him the reigns, give him full control over every inch of you.

"Yes, sir." You gulp away any last bit of nerves, you had signed yourself off to the devil–literally. But the burst of confidence that filled your veins was only temporary as Hyunjin sends another flash of images to you.

An image of him wrapping his long fingers around your neck, overlapping all the bruises that marked you as his possession. The pads of his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck as your mouth falls open, chasing for both air as well as a release. Eye contact is held as Hyunjin looks down at you squirming underneath him, his eyes dark and drinking in every emotion that crosses your face, the lust that swims in your own eyes. A flash of his hips slapping against you, the heat of his body against yours for one second then gone the next only to return in the second following and so it repeats. He’s grabbing your chin, making you face him head on so he can enjoy the blissful look on your face as you unravel at his mercy for satan knows how many times within the past few hours.

“Enjoy the rest of the concert, doll." Hyunjin's voice floats in among the midst of the flashes of thoughts he continues to send to you. It briefly brings you back to reality and you catch him straightening up again to head to the main stage where the rest of the members gathered. You don't have any time to feel any disappointment because he sends you another thought. This time you watch as Hyunjin sits on his ankles, kneeling down in front of you who is pressed up against a wall. He knelt for you but he was still the one holding all the power.

"Back alley, 15 minutes after the end."

Despite being the one on his knees, he still has the cockiest and smug expression in his face. His eyes hooded in a sensual gaze as he oozes a sexual energy. He loves the whiny mess that you are all because of him. He loves the look the desperation on your face as he sits so close to your pussy that you can feel his breath on your lower lips. Teasingly, he blows air directly on your naked vagina and you can only gasp, melting further into submission, into his control, giving yourself to him. Then suddenly, he jerks forward, his mouth attach to your pussy in a strong suck and a slow, long, dragging lick of his tongue on your clit.

"Don't sorry, angel. I'll make your post-concert depression go away."

[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

Hyung, Open the door

Genre: Smut with Yoongi / Tae / Jungkook x Female Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (be safe folks), a LOT of oral sex (female receiving), a slight Sir kink, pet names (if that’s really a warning), creampie (yeah, a big one), ass spanking, a little hair pulling, cum eating (both male and female), multiple orgasms, body marking, aftercare, the tiniest bit of fluff possible.

Summary: You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

Reference: Dispatch Billboard Awards Picture.

Photo credit: Dispatch Korea but run through a filter to match my page.

Track most listened to while writing: Passionfruit by Drake.

Word count: 5820 words

*thud* *thud* *thud*

Jungkook furiously pounds at the door of Yoongi’s room, yet he doesn’t answer.

“Hyung, open the fucking door”

Hearing the commotion Tae stands in the hallway of the dorm in just his black sweatpants and an open red robe, “What’s going on Gguk-ah?” 

“He’s AT it again,” Jungkook screams with exasperation, “I can’t stand it. It’s keeping me awake.” Jungkook is tired and close to tears. Sharing a wall with Yoongi wasn’t the wisest of choices. He thought having the sleepy one next door wouldn’t cause him any torment. The trouble was you.

*thud* *thud* *thud*

“Yoongi-ssi, you had better open this fucking door”

Tae is watching Jungkook, stood in the hallway of the dorm in just his grey sweatpants which left nothing to the imagination, which is when Tae notices what the problem is. What Jungkook could hear through the walls wasn’t just keeping him awake, it was causing more pressing issues.

*thud* *thud* *thud*

“Gguk-ah, just come share my room. You can sleep there,” Tae says trying to pull Jungkook away.

“What the FUCK do you want?” Yoongi swung open the door, standing nude and proud. Very proud. 

“Dude, put it away!” Tae says covering his eyes from Yoongi’s bare and erect cock. If this tactic was supposed to scare his younger brothers away, it worked with Tae but not Jungkook.

“Hyung. What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook pleads. 

“Umm, What do you think?!” standing with his swag expression.  

“Hyung. Every fucking night you’re making HER groan for hours. It’s causing me problems,” Jungkook directs his eyes to his crotch, “can you just stop?!” 

“So you’re here to cockblock me?!” Yoongi mocks. 

“No, I’m asking you to stop fucking for a bit so I can sleep!” says Jungkook.

“But I haven’t even gotten my cock wet yet!” Yoongi replies.

“I’m sorry. What?” Tae says, now a little braver than before but still trying not to look down at either of his brothers. 

“I said, I haven’t gotten my cock wet yet. As in I haven’t fucked her yet!” Yoongi explains. Tae and Jungkook look at each other as though to telepathically say the same thing, ‘WTF!’ “Hyung, What do you mean?” now a little more confused. 

“Hang on,” Yoongi sighs, letting the door slam as he walks back into his room. He’s gone for 2 minutes before opening the door again, this time with his sweatpants and hoodie on. “Come in,” he gestures to both Jungkook and Tae, who both slink inside to Yoongi’s room.

In the room, you’re wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite tees, something he must’ve thrown at you before opening the door. You’re sat on the bed, cross-legged but pulling the t-shirt to cover yourself, looking a little sheepish and flushed in the face. Your hardened nipples showing through the white tee. “Sure, you’re ok with this, kitten?” Yoongi asks you. You nod at him to imply you’re happy.  “Use your words, kitten! I need to hear them”. 

“Ye-yes, Sir. I’m ok with this” you say shyly.

Yoongi is a very possessive partner. Although he knows he could never truly own you, you were your own independent person after all, it still didn’t mean he wanted to know you’re exclusive to him. You are devoted to him of course. You love everything about him, his smile, his dark exterior but more that you know he’s a softie at heart and that he would do anything for you, as would you for him. When you were together, you were very vocal with Yoongi, but only in private, especially when he dominated you. But having 2 other very attractive men in the room is making you nervous, slightly exposed but excited, in a good way. Now you know they could hear you through the walls, it turned you on. Knowing that they were palming themselves listening to sounds you made from Yoongi inflicting his talents on you. It's making you incredibly excited, it pooling within you.

“Right boys, you want to know how I make her moan?” Yoongi asks, knowing they’d say yes but giving them the option to bail. 

“Well, it didn’t shuttle my cock,” Tae says looking at Jungkook waiting for him to answer. Jungkook stands there mouth agape. He’s been listening to you moaning through the wall for what feels like months. Hearing you climax over and over again, secretly wishing he could do that. Jungkook nods his head at Yoongi. 

Tae looks at them both shocked, “Um, we’re really doing this?”. 

“If you don’t want to, you know where the door is,” Yoongi suggests. Both younger guys are looking at you for permission, your eyes dark already with anticipation.

Yoongi had already been pleasuring you. You were already aching from being edged over and over. You were ready for release and this situation is incredibly tempting. You eye them up and down, bare-chested, toned and hard, well Jungkook is, Tae isn’t far behind. Imagining what they can do, all of them, including Yoongi applying his talents has your licking your lips at them. “Kitten, use your words,” Yoongi directs while removing his hoodie and throwing it on the chair. 

You kneel at the bottom of the bed, pulling the younger 2 towards you by their waistbands, looking up into their eyes watching them glaze over when you slur, “Yes. Sir”.

Yoongi separates both Tae and Jungkook, standing between them, while you look up at him, clawing at his sweatpants. He turns to both before looking back down at you, lifting his tee that clothed you by the hem over your head and throwing it behind him, not once breaking his fixation on you. “Watch. Then you get your turn,” he says while pushing you back onto the bed, completely nude and exposed for all 3 of them. Both Tae and Jungkook stand at the bottom of the bed, watching how Yoongi seems to already find your sensitive spots, eliciting moans and whimpers from your mouth. Tae is the first to move, removing his robe allowing it to fall to the floor. He wanders around to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, not once removing the show before him from his eyes.

Yoongi’s hands are brushing up the sides of your body, tingling your skin between the edge of tickling and satisfaction, making goosebumps on his path. His wet lips biting and pulling onto your earlobe before blowing onto the wet mark he’s made, sending a shiver down your spine and breathy moans leaving your throat. “She seems to like that Hyung,” Tae groans, “What else does she like?” as he leans in. 

“She. Likes. It. When. I. Kiss. Along. Here,” Yoongi says between kisses and nips at your jawline, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head from the sensation. “Also, when I do this,” his hands tracing up your collarbone to the nape of your neck and into your hair, you gasp, “wait,” then he gently pulls your hair making you dig your nails into his back and your legs twitch around him, “Aish! bitch.”  

Tae leans in, close to your ear, whispering in his lowest voice “Perhaps you’d like it if” Tae starts to move closer to the spot just behind your ear, “I. Kissed. Here.” His deep voice vibrating through the pauses as he places his soft lips on your neck, shaking your core. “Hyung, she likes my voice,” Tae points out to Yoongi, allowing him to continue his ministrations while Yoongi turns to Jungkook, who’s still shellshocked at the end of the bed. Well, not entirely shell shocked as his hand it down his sweatpants easing his frustration. Yoongi nods a signal for him to get involved making Jungkook walk around to the side of the bed and rest on it.

Your eyes meet his, he’s nervous but they’re lust filled. He wants this. You take hold of his hand, taking control a little to settle his nerves. You bring it to your lips, brushing each of his fingers on your moist bottom lip before taking his thumb in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it before lightly sucking, making Jungkook suck air through his teeth. You watch him while you continue to lightly graze your teeth along his skin, licking the ‘wounds’ on your path, watching him getting more and more into this. He moves quickly, leaning in close to your ear whispering, “Do you want me to fuck you babygirl?” before he bites down on your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth. The speed and roughness he elicits in his actions, makes you cry out, your stomach sucking in, your core firing up and your hips writhing on the bed, stopping Tae and Yoongi in their tracks. Yoongi and Tae both smirk at each other before Jungkook acknowledges they’re there, shrugging back.

Gripping hold of your hips, Yoongi marks his way down your body, nipping the skin between your belly button and your pussy, making your body tingle. Running his fingers delicately along the tops of your thighs, before he places the lightest kisses on your mound, still not touching where you want him to be. Tae’s still kissing and biting at the skin along your jaw, collarbone, and neck, placing them achingly slow while he narrates with his deep voice in your ear. “Would you like me to kiss here?”, while brushing his fingers across your lips, “Or do you want Jungkook to?” groaning at him through your half-lidded eyes.  “What would Yoongi think if we did? Naughty Gurrrrrrl, wanting us on your lips.” 

On hearing this, Yoongi, covers the pad of this thumb with his precum and smears it across your lips and your cheek, before looking at his younger brothers and challenging them, “She’s marked as mine. If you want her you’ve got to go through me first.”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, stopping his work on your neck and collarbone to kiss your lips. He’s soft at first covering his lips with Yoongi’s precum. The sight is something to behold through your burning eyes, the stickiness still connecting between your lips and his, before he licks his lips tasting his brother. You can’t stand this teasing and you reach up to him pulling Jungkook into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet y/n it's running down your thighs,” you hear Yoongi groan while he kisses your inner thighs, covering his lips with your wetness. Tae moves lower, kissing the valley between your breasts, covering every nerve ending before licking your hardened bud, making you hum in Jungkook’s mouth.

The sensation of having 3 men worship you this way is overwhelming. You felt hot. Your body covered in a sheen of sweat, your core tightened into a coil begging to be unravelled. There were kisses, licks, bites, sucks as well as gentle touches all over your body. But that’s when you felt it, Yoongi’s tongue flat on the slick on your pussy sending you wild, the sensation warm and welcomed. You arch your back so fast that you practically force Jungkook and Tae off you. They stop to watch him work, hands down their sweatpants already sticky from their precum.

Yoongi, begins slow and teasing, licking from your soaked lips all the way up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it before pulling slightly causing you drench is chin. Tae leans in to help you along, continuing his narration, “you like that baby?” making you nod through breathy pants. “Do you want to cum on his tongue?” 

You groan a “y-yes” between ragged breaths. 

“Perhaps we should see who you cum hardest for,” he challenges looking at Jungkook, who is always up for a competition. 

Yoongi looks up at you from between your thighs, groaning into your cunt from the fucked out sight in front of him, lifting only for a second to frankly say, “but she knows my tongue technology is superior.” The view below, seeing Yoongi looking up your body through his dishevelled brown locks, massacred by your hands running and pulling through them.

He continues his onslaught, fucking you with his tongue while he nuzzles your clit with his nose. His hands squeezing indents into your hips as he pulls you closer to him. Feeling you tighten around his tongue he knows you’re close. You’re too breathless to tell him, so he swaps his tongue for his fingers, easing them in 1 by 1 before he has 3 long digits curving to hit your spot, pumping at a steady pace. “You’ll want to watch this,” he says to his brothers, making them move to his view. Yoongi leans in to take your clit in his mouth, pants increasing with whimpers as he draws you to your high before you release all over his hand soaking the sheets beneath him. Groans are drawn out of the all the guys while Yoongi fingerfucks you through your orgasm, still latched onto your clit helping you through your comedown.

“Fuck, she cums hard Hyung,” Jungkook says while Yoongi crawls up the bed to your face, chin and lips still covered in you. 

“Yes, she does,” Yoongi agrees before planting a kiss on your lips, covering yours in your wetness. You open your eyes, still shut and coming down from your high. They’re still dark when they look up at Yoongi above you, licking your lips to taste yourself, to edge him on because you want more. “Fuuuuuu…” he says before closing in on another kiss, allowing you to delve deeper into his mouth, wrapping your tongue around his. You’re a little startled when you feel hands slide up the inside of your thighs, suddenly remembering you’re not alone.

“You’re so wet baby. Do you need me to clean you up?” Tae growls, looking up at you from between your thighs, his black hair parted allowing his eyes to peek through the strands. He’s waiting for your approval, while he gently runs his fingers along the tops of your thighs sending shivers up your body. Yoongi ignores him, needing to taste you more doing so by sinking his teeth into your swollen bottom lip and pulling. “Clean her up Hyung,” Jungkook says. Tae edges his fingers closer, being up close he can see how swollen you are and he needs to be gentle.

Starting with kisses on your thighs, he works up and across your mound, being careful not to touch your sensitive clit until you’re ready. He can hear you start to groan in Yoongi mouth, meaning he can finally taste you, placing the lightest kitten lick on your lips to cover his tongue in you. Jungkook moves closer, “How does she taste?”, Tae moves to allow Jungkook to taste for himself, placing his lips around your slit before pushing his tongue in shallowly, sucking you into his mouth. 

Tae, moves Jungkook out of the way, “She tastes so sweet. I need more”.

Jungkook, moves closer to your face allowing Tae to continue cleaning you up. Yoongi’s still on your lips, your hand down his sweatpants covering your hand in precum. “You taste like honey, babygirl,” Jungkook says, breaking your kiss with Yoongi and pulling your face to his, covering your lips and tongue in the wetness he’s not swallowed. 

“Let’s taste,” Yoongi pulls you to him desperate to taste you again. It’s messy, your lips are swollen from bites and kisses from 2 people but the taste of them has you ready for more. Your internal ache burning up again, causing you to gush on Tae’s chin, his tongue flicking on your clit.

“Gguk-ah, I need some help here,” Tae pulls on Jungkook’s leg to encourage him back down the bed. The 2 of them maneuvering to both clean you up. Jungkook lifts your right leg to an angle, sliding underneath, turning his head right getting a face full of your cunt, while Tae is reaching over your left leg to suck, pull and flick at your clit. Your upper body is busy with Yoongi, although you're becoming breathless again, the feeling of 3 tongues on your body is coiling you up once more.

Yoongi’s already kicked off his sweatpants, allowing easier access to him, his precum smeared over your hand as you pump his length. His kisses are still passionate and deep, making it difficult to breathe. You begin to groan in his throat, pulling away as the sensations are too much. “You close kitten?” he asks as he marks your neck, you’re nodding at him, unable to find your words. Yoongi pulls you up the bed away from Tae and Jungkook, he kneels between your legs and smears his precum over your clit, pumping and squeezing for more to dribble down onto your slit, mixing with your own juices as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He grabs your hips and pulls you up to straddle his lap, sliding you onto him. He stills for a minute while he lifts your body against him, you’re chest to chest when he plants a kiss on your lips. “You’re mine first kitten,” he tells you before he’s rolling your hips with his hands, making you gyrate on his lap. Your head thrown back from finally being full of him, pushing against the spot where you need him most, you’re peeking. Your breath is ragged while whimpers leave your throat, especially when he moves his hands to reach and touch your ass. “You want me in here kitten?”, he says as he places a finger on it to tease. You shake your head, focussed on the feeling coiling within you. “No? Do you want Tae or Jungkook instead?” he sounded slightly disappointed, as though you preferred his brothers to do that to you. You shake your head once more.

“What should they do then kitten? They’re waiting for you,” Yoongi asks, slowing slightly to keep you on the edge for a bit longer. You turn to them both, still sat at the end of the bed with their sweatpants on, their hands down them trying to ease the hardness. 

You turn to Yoongi, “I-I want t-them,” 

“Yes y/n, what do you want them to do?”, 

“I-I want,” pressure building up within causes you to stop, and Yoongi stops to stop you from going over the edge. 

“Use your words kitten,” He’s pressing for an answer as well as on your hips and neck. 

“I want them after you. I’m yours first Sir.” 

“Fuck y/n. You want them to fuck my cum into you?”. You nod to confirm, making Yoongi start rolling you on his cock again, “You’re so filthy. Wanting to be filled with me first. Them having to go through me to get to you. Allowing me to mark you as mine,” Yoongi turns to his brothers, “You heard her. Top drawer.” 

Making you mutter, “N-no. Without”. 

Yoongi’s eyes widen, a bit taken aback by your honesty, “You want to be filled with them too kitten?” Yoongi asks, causing a groan out of you and a roll of your shutting eyes.

Yoongi turns to his brothers for confirmation. Although this is what you want, he’s protecting you. He knows you’re on birth control but he doesn’t want to risk anything else. He is yours and you are his after all. 

Tae mouths “I’m clean” at Yoongi, knowing exactly what he’s getting at and hearing what you said. 

He looks at Jungkook who replies, “Not done it without before”. 

This draws a guttural groan out of your throat, your clenching around Yoongi, so close to release. “She likes the sound of that.” He lays you on your back, still kneeling so he’s got you tilted on his lap, pounding into your spot, making you tighten more and more by the second. “Fuck, you’re so tight y/n,” as he places his thumb on your exposed clit sending you over the edge. The coil releases, pulsating around Yoongi, “Fu-fuck” he curses as he finds his release too, spilling into you. The hot feeling of his cum filling you up causes groans from you. He stills not to overstimulate you before withdrawing, putting a pillow under you so you remain tilted on the bed, so not to a single spill a drop.

Yoongi watches you laying there, still breathing heavily, panting from your high, being teased for what felt like hours. You look exhausted and fucked out already, very little energy left and he could see your face wanting more. Your walls still pulsating from your high, the edge Yoongi pushed you over causing him to dribble from you and over your slit. “Careful kitten. Don’t spill any,” Yoongi says as he scoops up the white thread on his finger, presenting it to your mouth to taste him. You take his finger, wrapping your tongue around it to ensure you got every salty bit of him. He places a kiss on your lips before laying by your side, stroking your skin, turning to his brothers mouthing, “well?”.

Tae moves like a flash. You’ve never seen someone undress so quickly in your life. You blinked and he’s nude, his sweatpants pooled on the floor with the robe he dropped earlier, his cock angry, long and hard waiting for your touch, but he resists. “Baby, I’m going to take my time with you,” he growls as he crawls across the bed towards your face. 

He starts from lower stomach up your body, placing slow, light, kisses on your sweat sheened body, watching your face between the strands of black hair framing his dark eyes. He can see you're enjoying his touch, your eyes watching back, glazing over with lust and wanting. His touch becoming slower as he reaches the valley between your breasts, still heaving with heavy breathing, before his delicate fingers trace your skin, brushing up the sides of your body before cupping your breast in his hands. You gasp, as he brushes his thumb along the curvature and over your harden buds. He toys with you, swiping his thumb back and forth over your left when his kisses cover the right, taking your nipple in his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it. “Someone is sensitive,” he mocks between flicks of his tongue, causing heat to boil within you once more. He nips down on your breast, pulling at the nipple slightly between his lips, humming to send vibrations through your body.

Yoongi’s laying there by your side, watching Tae worship your body to make you want him inside. It’s hard for him to watch his brother do this to you, but the look on your face is ecstasy and he adores seeing you like this. He loves driving you to make those faces and sounds. He can’t resist putting kisses on your neck, tracing your ear with his lips, whispering “How often have you thought about this?”, you turn to face Yoongi and shake your head in response, “Pay attention to him kitten, he wants you… but remember, you’re mine,” before placing a kiss on your lips.

Tae is latched to your breast, his lips wrapped and sucking on it but his cock in his hand leaking precum all over his fingers and your mound, dribbling over your pussy. He lines himself up against your wet entrance, already filled with Yoongi, covered in Tae’s pre-cum and you’re already aching for more. Tae leans into your neck, towering over your sweat covered body placing kisses on your neck before whispering in your ear, “I want to feel you. I want you to cum for me. On me. Around me.” He catches your eyes, both of you dark, turned on and filled with lust. He moves closer, his strands of black hair touching your face as he leans in to kiss your lips, sliding into you as he does so. He’s hissing into your gaped mouth, your walls engulfing him as he bottoms out deep within you. You’re clenching around him already, mainly from sensitivity but he waits, continuing to kiss you until he feels you relax around him.

As soon as he feels you relax, Tae begins to grind into you painfully slow yet satisfyingly so. He’s doing as he promised. He wants to feel you, learn the what makes you hum, makes you hiss and groan, which he learns quickly. You feel full of him and you can feel Yoongi’s cum starting to dribble out of you, making Tae look down. “Fuck y/n. You’re leaking all over me,” before he leans back in to bite along your jaw, working down your neck, feeling you tighten around him. His angle adjusts and he’s hitting right where you need him. Every single slow press pushing you closer and closer, tighter and tighter around him. His rhythm is romantic, not in a loving way but like he’s making art. Considering each movement, whether with his hips, the glare from his eyes or his lips on your neck, it's all well timed like he knows what makes your body purr.

You begin to pant from feeling your core start to tighten, and Tae can feel it around him. “You getting tighter for me already baby?” his low voice having you in a whimpering mess. The vibrations from it shooting through you. You feel him grab your hand and place it on your lower stomach, placing his over the top pushing down slightly. “Push here y/n. You feel that?” you feel him moving inside you, and damn it's hot to feel it through yourself, making you clench tighter around him. “Do you like me fucking you baby?”, a groan pulls from your throat. “Keep your hands here. See if you can feel me cum” he tells you before he traces his hands up your sides, rolling your nipple with the one hand and cupping the other to meet his lips. His lips wrapped around your bud flicking his tongue back and forth, making your coil tighten to its brink. 

“I’m sooo close,” you purr. 

“I know Baby. I am too.” Tae growls with your nipple still in his mouth, and that’s when he does it. He clamps down on your nipple, sucking it into his mouth sending you throbbing over his cock. Tae isn’t far behind you and not only do you feel him spilling inside you, but you feel his throbbing cock through your stomach, where you still have your hand pressed.

He stills completely so you don’t lose any more of Yoongi and his cum from you until he falls away from you on the bed. Your back and ass still propped up with a pillow. “How was that Kitten?” Yoongi reminds you he’s here by stroking your hair. You nod at him, completely limp and fucked. “Good, because it’s Gguk’s turn now,” Yoongi reminds you. 

You shake your head, “Can’t,” you’re certain you can’t take anymore. 

You’re wasted and certain that any more will kill you, metaphorically speaking. “Kitten, he’s been so good waiting his turn. You’ve cum for me more times than this before,” Yoongi reminds you. Jungkook is sat on the end of the bed, wide-eyed. He still can’t believe this is happening, jerking himself off under his sweatpants, his abs tightening from the pressure of no release. Yoongi continues to stroke your hair, “Come on kitten, I know you can do this. I’ll help you.” You nod in agreement, although you’re sensitive.

Jungkook moves to you, not removing his sweatpants but climbs the bed. “Careful. I’m sensitive,” you tell him between deep breaths. 

“Sure Babygirl. I’ll be careful,” he affirms. He’s gentle in his approach, he wants to see you and talk to you before he does anything. He meets you face to face, brushing your hair with his fingers and you’re softening to his touch. “I’ve not done this before,” he says. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” brushing your hand through his hair, his eyes rolling from the touch as you tousle his locks. 

“No, I want to. I’ve been hearing you for months through that wall. It’s my turn to make you moan.” His doe eyes are dark and taking in your features. He looks at your lips then flicks up to your eyes, he’s staring at yours through his dark hair strands, sweat already beading on his brow, moistening his lips with his tongue as he leans in to kiss you. Tongues and teeth clashing, his actions are rougher than his words because he needs you.

His hands are gentle but his mouth is not. Jungkook’s stroking along your collarbone, your neck, holding your chin. His mouth is pressed tightly against yours, sighing into it as his tongue is wrapped around yours. He breaks to check you’re ok but your eyes tell it all, but he’s quick and turns your head, grazing the sensitive parts on your neck and jaw with his teeth. “You have no idea what your groans have done to me,” he murmurs in your ear before latching his lips around it and sucking. You gasp with pleasure. He’s quick but it’s working, he’s getting you wound up again. “I’m going to savour this,” he mutters, before working down your body.

His movements are precise like he’s thought about doing this to you over and over. He goes to mark you on your chest but stops before it can turn pink, licking the wound. He remembers you’re not his to mark, but your moans are currently all for him right now and he’s loving the way you sing them. He licks, nips and kisses his way lower, finding those sensitive areas of skin that almost flutter with his touch. He’s worshipping you and you're watching him do so. His eyes attentive to your face, watching for any flinch if he goes too far but from your stomach, he’s desperate to hear your moans for him.  There’s no sensitivity left, he’s building pleasure within you. He rolls his eyes closed when you run your fingers through his hair and pull at the strands slightly, dishevelling his sweaty locks. And that’s when he does it, he licks your inner thigh clean with one big stripe, already covered in you, Yoongi and Tae, his motions filling you with pleasure.

“Y/N, you’re so full,” Jungkook growls as he takes in your cum filled cunt. His tongue runs from the back to the front, scooping a load of cum from you before presenting it to your mouth. He doesn’t so much kiss you, he presses your lips with his until you open them to allow him in. Instead, he lets the cum from his tongue bead down with his saliva into your mouth, allowing you to taste Tae and Yoongi finally. You groan from his actions, they’re filthier than you thought considering he hasn’t done this before. “Look at you tasting my Hyungs after they filled you up”, he growls at you, sending you gushing. Then he’s gone. He’s latched to your clit, lips wrapped around it as he circles his tongue. He’s removing his sweatpants while he sends your insides coiling tighter for him, whimpers leaving from your lips. “Turn over for me Babygirl,” he says as he helps you over.

As you’re flipped ass up, head down, you feel a chest underneath you and hands threaded with yours, both Yoongi’s. “You’re beautiful like this Kitten,” which puts a smirk across your face. He starts stroking your cheek, watching you lovingly. He wants to watch your face as you cum. Jungkook strokes your back and ass cheeks before pumping himself, lining up with your entrance, cum already leaking out from both Tae and Yoongi, but now it’s about to be filled with his. Jungkook leans forward to kiss your shoulders and run his hands in your hair, balling some in his fist. “Sing for me Babygirl,” he whispers in your ear as he pushes into you, cum pushing out of you onto his skin and the bed. “Fuuuuu-,” you gasp out. Breathing heavy as Jungkook bottoms out in you. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” Jungkook grunts. 

“Yeah, it’s different without,” Tae points out from the sidelines, a box smile spread across his face as he’s flaked out on the bed.

Jungkook stills for a moment, composing himself before he begins to move, and boy, he’s relentless. He begins pounding into you, slapping against you with every hip movement. His hands on your hips, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear within you and reappearing covered in cream. Some from you, some from his brothers. Yoongi starts to coax you through, watching you breathing heavy, whimpering and groaning. “I love watching your face when my tongue licks your cunt kitten,” your eyes snapping to Yoongi’s. You’re fixated on each other, no one else is in the room. “You always look like you’re in bliss. Just like now,” he continues while you let yourself listen to the pleasure burning within you, singing moans from deep inside you. “I love making you moan on my fingers. I love stretching you with my cock,” causing you to gasp. A slap ringing in the air from Jungkook’s hand on your ass cheek, the sting tightening the coil further. 

“Shit y/n you’re getting tight on me,” growls Jungkook between ragged breaths. So he does it again, slapping your ass thrusting you forward onto Yoongi’s lips, kissing you to help send you over the edge and cumming on Jungkook’s cock. 

Yoongi pulls away to watch your face, “but I love watching your face when you cum”. 

“Fuck Babygirl,” follows feeling Jungkook spill into you, filling you up for the 3rd time tonight as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s my good girl,” Yoongi says as you collapse on his chest. Both Jungkook and Tae are starfished naked on Yoongi’s bed, falling asleep. Yoongi slides out from underneath you, grabbing his sweatpants and puts a tee on you. You’re so fucked out you can barely move, making a mess on the sheets. He scoops you up into his arms as he walks out of his room. “I’m going to your room,” Yoongi announces but it’s too late, his brothers are sound asleep.

Yoongi carries you bridal style out of his room and into Jungkook’s room next door, immediately going to the bathroom to preheat the shower. He doesn’t even remove his sweatpants or the tee covering your body. He carries you into the walk-in shower, both of you soaked from warm water seeping through your clothing to hit the skin underneath. Yoongi lowers himself to sit on the shower floor with you curled in his lap, your head on his shoulder while allows the water to rain on you both from above. “But most of all kitten, I love you,” he whispers while he smoothes your hair, embracing you until you fall asleep.

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Summary: Reader is Domino's younger sister who has taken an interest in Cable, but both of them are too stubborn to admit their feelings, so instead they take turns pissing each other off until one of them snaps.

Warnings: female reader, mention of age difference, mild hurt/comfort, hurt reader, mild emotional hurt/comfort, will be NSFW in later chapters, spoilers for deadpool 2 ofc, mentions of previous trauma

Word Count: 1338

A/N: This was meant to be smut with a side of plot, but I accidentally added a little more plot (aka angst) into it, so y'all can't get smut yet, and this is going to be a multi chapter fic. I know I said I’d post it on friday, but I’m impatient and bored, so y’all get it a day early!!

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It was 3am and every room in the X-mansion was silent, every room except for yours. Loud, thumping dubstep blasted through the speakers in your room, not loud enough to wake everyone, but just loud enough to piss your neighbour off.

You'd met Cable the same time as your older sister, Neena, had, on that ICE Box transport. While your sister's power was luck, yours was the ability to go unnoticed; it wasn't exactly invisibility, if there was a camera on you, you'd show up, but you could stand in a room full of people with a spotlight on you, and still appear non-existent to everyone, including your own sister. It was some sort of telepathic ability you'd developed at the orphanage to hide yourself and your sister from your abusers.

So it really freaked you out when you tried sneaking up on Cable, and he promptly turned around to catch your wrist with his metal hand, twisting it till you yelped and dropped your blade. He'd made up for spraining your wrist later on by wrapping himself around you and taking the brunt of the impact when Juggernaut fucked the bridge up, but you were shaken.

It still jarred you whenever you were sneaking around the mansion, trying to play a prank on Wade or Colossus, and Cable's gaze would follow you. It didn't help that you both had similar sleep schedules, and he somehow always managed to find you especially when your insomnia got really bad. You weren't unhappy about it though, it was nice to have company instead of being left alone to your thoughts, and it allowed you to slowly drag information out of the stoic man.

You learned that his name was Nathan Summers, he was a kind of mercenary who hunted down bad guys, kind of like Wade and X-Force, he was divorced because his wife didn't want him doing that, and he didn't want to stop; that was part of the reason he didn't mind staying even after Wade got his time-travel device fixed, as long as he knew they were safe and alive, he didn't have anything in the future that required his immediate attention.

In turn, you told him about yourself, about your time at the orphanage; you showed him a couple scars they'd given you, even going as far as to let him touch them. Usually someone touching you would've triggered your trauma, sending you into a panicked frenzy, but you'd grown to trust him to a point that surprised you, and even though he was reluctant to admit it, he'd grown fond of you too, which was nice, but it was also the reason you were mad at him.

You were growing antsy in the mansion, anxious to get out on a mission again, so you were more than ready to go when Wade came back with one, but your joy was cut short when Nathan convinced the group to make you stay back because it was dangerous, and you would be of little use there.

So that's how you ended up blasting Skrillex in your room, which was conveniently located right next to Nathan's. You were sprawled out on your bed, reading a Star Wars book, when your door slammed open, revealing a pissed off, shirtless Cable. You tried to hide your mischievous smile as you sat up, your eyes wandering up and down his body for a second.

"Can I help you?" You asked, not bothering to turn down your music. He snarled through the bass, his eye flashing gold for a second. You'd be lying if you said that didn't turn you on just a litte.

"Turn that shit down."

"Nah, I'm good."

"I said, turn that fucking shit down, right now."

"Sorry, Daddy-o, no can do."

"Why are you such a stubborn little brat?"

"Oh, I'm stubborn? What about yo—," you cut yourself off with a shriek. Cable had just blasted your speaker system with a small energy pulse gun he kept hidden. "Nate, what the FUCK?!"

He ignored you, a small self satisfied smirk on his lips as he turned around and walked back to his room, not even bothering to shut your door. You growled at the audacity, stomping over to his room, and flinging his door open.

"Hey, dick bag, you fucked up my speakers," you marched over to where he was seated at his table with his weapons laid out in front of him. He turned to you, eyebrow raised.

"First of all, those were Wade's speakers, you stole them."

"Yeah, and now I'm gonna have to steal Colossus' speakers, which aren't as good!"

"If you'd lowered the volume as I asked, I wouldn't have had to fuck em up, so really, it's your fault, Princess."

"Why are you such an asshole?!"

"Why are you such a little shit?"

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck YOU."

"God, you're so—."

"What is going on here?" The two of you flinched at the loud Russian voice, booming from the doorway. You slowly turned around, casting a sheepish glance at Colossus. "You two are like two cats fighting over bone, and we can hear at other end of mansion."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, jabbing Nathan in the ribs with your elbow when he didn't speak up. He grumbled something under his breath, making Colossus sigh in disappointment.

"What the two of you need, is to have a good long fuck session," Wade popped up from behind Colossus. "Maybe that'll help with his racism too."

Both you and Cable groaned at his voice; Wade had been trying to get the two of you together ever since the team rescued Russell. While you definitely wanted to fuck the older mutant, there was no way your pride was going to let you make the first move, not when he'd pissed you off this much; if you had to guess, Nathan probably felt the same way.

"Just keep noise down, we have important mission in the morning," Colossus said, before retiring back to his room. Wade stayed back for a second to make a vulgar gesture with two fingers and his tongue.

"Get fucked, Wade!" You yelled, grabbing the nearest gun part and chucking it at your friend who quickly ducked out of the room. It flew half way across the room before being pulled back into Nathan's left hand like an iron nail to a magnet. You turned to glare at him. "You just looove spoiling my fun don't you?"

"This is exactly why you aren't fit to come on the mission with us," he said, his voice getting dangerously low.

"Oh wow, please feel free to elaborate," you said, crossing your arms as your eyes narrowed.

"You're fuckin immature, you don't know how to fight properly, your power is what? Being a fucking wallflower or some bullshit like that, and your judgment is way fucking off, you'd be a danger to yourself and a burden to us," he snarled, pausing a little too late as he realized what he'd said. A hurt look flickered across your face before you hardened your expression.

"Whatever," you spun on your heel and started towards the door. Nathan grabbed your forearm with his right hand, but you wrenched it out of his grasp. "Fuck off, Cable."

You slunk back into your room, locking the door before crawling into bed with a bottle of whiskey, and your laptop, hoping the alcohol and a mindless show would put you to sleep.

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Cable stood motionless in the middle of his room, fists clenched tightly as he tried to calm himself down before he punched something. He knew what he'd said was a low move, saying you'd be a burden was uncalled for. And the hurt look on your face that you tried to hide was more painful than any bullet he'd take for you.

He slowly unclenched his fists, looking down to see the broken pieces of the half made gun you tried to throw at Wade. He contemplated going over, and apologizing, but he knew you wouldn't open the door or listen to him. With a heavy sigh, he decided he'd wait till he got back from the mission, to give you time to cool down.

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Pussy Money: All That You Can Handle

You may have noticed I've been quiet for a while. 

Business and opulent living as usual had become painfully boring, redundant. and predictable. 

Waking up was depressing.

Looking at people was annoying. 

And the minute-by-minute passing of life evoked daily thoughts of suicide. 

Even making money became boring. 

I was so malnourished. Deeply hungry.

Hungry for a nourishment that money and even living in Paris can't give.

And hungry to receive a connection that I tossed and turned in bed to have.

I knew my next level of work in the world wasn't going to happen with the way I was being; separate and locked behind pride. 

I realized the "freedom" I'd created became a prison. I often hopped on planes and traveled to various countries to buy time, and avoid feeling the pending dismalness of the life I'd created. I had the money to replace people and keep myself separate from more deeply engaging with people and life. I had a deep desire for new and specific conditions for the next phase of my life, but I could see that vulnerability and receiving were prerequisites to having the new and specific conditions, and I was scared. 

Scared something would shatter so wide and hard inside me that I'd crumble and die. Scared that I'd open myself up and have my heart stumped hard on and my ego publicly crushed. 

And after spending a couple months hopping around Italy, Holland, and London, resisting like a woman who vehemently denies sex, while her panties are wet with desire, I finally crashed.

I woke up one morning scheduled to meet a man I had a deep knowing was meant to be in my life, and I literally couldn't get out of the bed. 

I felt like I couldn't help myself. I felt held down, like I was in deep need of being saved.

So to this man who I'd never met, who felt like the only lifeline in site, I opened myself and exposed the bottom of the truth of my reality. 

Feeling inescapably weak, stranded, and afraid, I told him how tired and malnourished I was. I told him I was hoping he would hold me, restore me, and bring me back to life. I told him everything you're not supposed to say when you've supposedly "got it together" and you're smart and strong and a badass. Having poured the rawest expression of my reality into a text to this man, he replies, loosely stated, "good luck and all the best."

Now I'm royally fucked up. 

Now not only can I not get out of bed, but my heart hearts, and my soul is crushed. I'm conflicted, my world is feeling upside down, and I'm confined to the bed for the rest of the day. 

I know this is not about the situation itself, so I step outside the situation, and return to my center. 

What I know for sure is this man is meant to be in my life. We've never met in person, but I know it. 

And I need him to know it, because I'm in need. 

So instead of trusting his good bye and good luck message, I message him again the next day. He sends me away.

I message him a couple more times. Still, he sends me away. 

So I let it go. 

Three days later he communicates with me telepathically, but he doesn't know who I am yet, so he doesn't realize he's calling me. 

I tune in and realize he's blinded by his emotions, so I need to unhook him. I think about it for a day. 

The next day I put together a message intended to unhook him from the emotions blocking our connection. 

I sent it, he called, we met the next day, and we've been inseparable ever since. We're going to discuss the power that kept us in each other's mental orbits (even in the face of his anger and my pain), and eventually brought us together. 

This is a power that's available to you if you're:

1. stepping into your next phase of leadership, and you're resisting 2. you're working to create a big change in your world that requires your full power 3. you want to magnetize the perfect partner for your unique life path, and be in a loving relationship where you're receptive to the fullness of the relationship, while being true to who you are 4. you'd like to become a center of gravity that can have everything you can handle We have lots to share with you about love, sex, receiving, fear, and more, in business and relationship, so we're going to spread it out over about 90 minutes in the form of live video.

To tune in live with us so you can start to understand what it looks like to become your own center of gravity, click here to register. With Love,

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Post-Concert Depression - Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2,629

Requested: kinda on twt

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The strong bass travelled through the entire venue, making your whole body vibrate in excitement as your favourite nine member supernatural boy group Stray Kids jumped, danced and sang their songs right in front of your eyes. It was one thing to see them behind a screen, and a completely different surreal experience to see them right in front of you, in real life. It was unfair how much more gorgeous they were, the things their beauty did to your heart. Perhaps it was also the supernatural side in them that made them so appealing–who were you kidding–it was most definitely one of the largest factors that made them so hot. A supernatural boy group with members ranging from fallen angels to incubi to vampires, werewolves, and even demons. This group had a wide variety and their fans went wild for it–who wouldn’t? These were nine super hot and super cute supernatural boys; imagine the things they're capable of that regular humans aren't. 

Your thirst train of thoughts are interrupted by Hwang Hyunjin who jumps around the stage near your area, hyping himself and the crowd to one of Stray Kids’ older tracks YAYAYA. Hyunjin is a demon–though his angelic visuals make you think otherwise–and holds the role of lead rapper and main dancer. Oh god, dancer, you were always a sucker for dancers. The control they had over every part of their body, the fluid yet sharp movements they trained to achieve, and their hips–you could only wonder what a dancer’s hips were capable of doing to you. 

Hyunjin never hesitates to flaunt his dance skills, he walks past your section slowly, his each move a result of a slow sensual body roll as he lets his body ride the rhythm of the loud music pumping through his veins. He gives your side of the standing pen lots of attention, walking past while trying to make eye-contact with as many fans as possible and sending them waves, winks, heart fluttering smiles you name it. He pauses in his track when he happens to make eye-contact with you, his next step forward immediately halting his body as he backtracks to the edge of the stage, closer to your section. He squats down at the edge, settling down as he peers forward to get a closer look. Seeing him just a couple meters ahead of you has your breath stuck in your throat and your heart skipping beats as your eyes take in all the beauty that is demon Hwang Hyunjin. 

The stage lighting from the centre stage shine all the way down, hitting one side of his face and fittingly painting one half of him in a hazy bright red light. As if Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t already sexy enough with his demonic aura of confidence, his tall body proportions, the sensuality of the red light further intensifies it. The pure white choker he has on doesn’t help. The brightness of the colour otherwise associated with pureness and innocence is a stark contrast on the skin of a demon who oozes sexual confidence. The sight nearly has you whimpering, your knees already beginning to feel weak but you refuse to take your eyes away from him who is continues posing for the cameras. 

You watch as his eyes stay fixed onto you, the two of you holding strong continuous eye contact, and you watch as his eyes then stray up and down your figure, taking in as much of you as he could from his position. When he connects his eyes with you once again, you see the deep pool of brown flash a bright red before reverting normal. The colour change sparks a curiosity within you, and you wonder whether it was a trick of the light–the stage was shining red light after all–but you don’t have long to theorise because of the stunt Hyunjin just pulled in front of you. This boy just brushed his hair away from his face in the most sexy way possible dn posed with a v sign in front of a crowd. It would probably be completely okay and normal if he had put up the v as a victory sign next to his face, or his eyes, anywhere but over his mouth. With his tongue sticking out in the valley of his fingers. With his hair still a mess after having run his hand through it just now, Hyunjin stares directly at you as he poses with a v. Over top of his mouth. Then sliding his tongue out his mouth and directly at the valley of his fingers for a brief second. 

The sight has you in shock, your whole being frozen as you process the sexual gesture he had just made in public, in front of his fans. You look side to side, checking the faces of the other fans in the standing pen next to you, only to see them cheering him on as normal and no qualms. You’d think they’d have a more aggressive reaction to such an act. You look back up to the stage, finding Hyunjin in the same spot but now he has his mic up, singing his part of the song and letting his gaze roam around the crowd and no longer staring at you. You feel a twinge of disappointment and immediately Hyunjin’s eyes find yours again, looking down at you with hooded eyes as he rapped his section to the mic he cooly held in one hand, the other holding his hair away from his face. He smirks mid-rap but continues on still strong in his vocals, maintaining eye-contact with you once again but this time he winks. He sends you a wink and that’s all it takes for his eyes to switch back to the gleaming red you caught before. Except now, it’s constant. You don’t even know it but you’re staring at him with a gaping mouth, your eyes and mind finally registering what had been happening the past few seconds. His bright red eyes, the suggestive gesture, the lack of reaction from surrounding fans–

“What’s wrong, angel? You never experienced telepathy before?”

Hwang Hyunjin, one of the demon members of Stray Kids, was using his demon side to use telepathy on you with his blood red eyes and fangs out for only you to see. Fuck, that was really hot. His voice was husky and echoed within your mind, the deep bass of his voice reaching every corner. And the pet-name didn’t help. The demon himself, calling you an angel. If it weren’t for the barrier in front of you, you’d be on your knees already. 

Following his question, Hyunjin sends you a flurry of images all passing by too quickly to grasp details but just enough to recognise the figures. Big hands with long slender fingers on bare skin, trailing up and down, tracing very curve. Pink pouty lips pressed on a neck, leaving soft wet kisses over the developing hickeys. A hand with a single band ring on one finger, and a thicker triple band ring on another dipping down past the hem of black shorts with a studded waistband–wait those were the shorts you were wearing. The realisation has you snapped out of a haze, and you come back to Hyunjin who is still pumping up the crowd in your section, still sitting squatted in front of you. Your eyes scan his hands, trying to look at his fingers for sign of any accessories and–oh my god. A single band on his pointer finger. A triple band ring on the finger next to it. Those were the exact hands you saw in the images Hyunjin projected to you. And the shorts were yours. 

You can feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you catch on to what Hyunjin was suggesting. Your mind is in a state of shock, a jumbled mess of thoughts the result of what he had just shown you. Were those his thoughts? Is that what he was thinking of right at this very moment? Mid-performance? Fuck, you can just feel yourself get wetter at the revelation, your pussy throbbing with need.

“Babygirl you gotta use your words or I’m gonna leave~” Hyunjin’s gravelly voice enters your mind once again. His tone teasing as he side-eyes you with a glint in his eyes. As much as you’d like to give him a reaction, you’re left speechless at what you had just experienced. What he had just shown you. Your mind being a mush, you can’t do anything else but continue gaping at him, your lips parted to form a response but only producing silence.

Hyunjin enjoys the fact that he’s left you speechless, it feeds his ego, feeds him power. He loves the stunned expression of yours, your mouth agape and lips forming in an ‘o’ that sends his mind down another sinful spiral of thoughts. For some reason you’d caught his eye among the hundreds. He didn’t know why and he didn’t care to search for the reason. He just knew that he liked you and that was enough. Wanting to play with you more, he sends another wave of his thoughts over to you. The content just as sensual and suggestive, but this time he puts a little extra bit of his power to channel the physical sensations too. 

The second wave of images Hyunjin sends you is even more intense–in your opinion anyways–because this time you could feel the physical sensations matching the images. You can feel the cold of his metal ring as his hand sits underneath your shorts, the sensation sending a shiver up your spine. You can feel the elongated incisors that make his fangs that he lazily drags up the side of your neck. The feeling scares you, he could bite you at any moment and you’d just let him, but damn it was attractive. The tingles you felt as Hyunjin teasingly played with your neck. The last thing Hyunjin gives you is the sensation of your hands, running through his soft silky hair all clean and dry after the shower he took following the concert. He smells good, he smells alluring, and the strands of his hair feel like heavenly clouds, slipping through the gaps between your fingers as you tug and play with them. 

You revel in the experience given to you by Hyunjin, even despite the fact that it was fabricated by pure imagination and mental stimulation alone but you'd take it. You were cut short, however, when Hyunjin suddenly cuts the telepathic link, his eyes reverting back to chocolate brown. With the lack of verbal response as he had demanded from you, he tuts in mock disappointment and gets up from his squat. Seeing him walk away sends your heart racing as you prepare to give into his demands. He walks a couple steps before stopping at the sound of your whimper. It was a miracle how he heard you despite the loud overwhelming ambient sounds, even considering his demon side and heightened senses. He turns his head with a smug expression, side-eyeing you to watch as you pout up at him with innocent doe eyes that conveyed sinful messages and desires. He seems to have gotten the message because he backtracks. 

Since he was still standing up, you had to crane your neck up to look up at him as he stood over you. His long legs and thighs were in your direct line of sight and was it wrong for you to want to bite them? You trail your eyes slowly back up to make eye-contact with him, finding him already looking down at you. His expression hasn't exchanged much, but you can just tell how much he's enjoying this–seeing you at his mercy, begging for him to come back, begging for his teases. He thrives in the power that you give him and standing above you, him looking down at you and you up at him, paints the perfect representation of the power dynamic between the two of you. And holy fuck do you find it hot. 

"This is exactly how it should be... You looking up at me from your place on the floor. Don't you agree, babygirl? Are you a demon's whore?" You shouldn't be surprised that he can tell what you're thinking, he's a demon after all, but it still doesn't stop the small jump of shock you make at the sound of his sensual voice echoing within your head once again. You make a move to respond to him, your lips parted to give him a response but you're still reeling from the shock of the situation. Hwang Hyunjin, the demon, had you in a private telepathic link with him. Showing you all his sinful thoughts of you, showing you all the promises he was capable of fulfilling. 

"Y-yes," you manage to croak out through the shock. Your voice can barely be heard to yourself, but Hyunjin's heightened senses catch it with no problem.

"'Yes' what?" He's quick to demand, his tone authoritative and waiting on edge for you to hand him the reigns, give him full control over every inch of you. 

"Yes, sir." You gulp away any last bit of nerves, you had signed yourself off to the devil–literally. But the burst of confidence that filled your veins was only temporary as Hyunjin sends another flash of images to you. 

An image of him wrapping his long fingers around your neck, overlapping all the bruises that marked you as his possession. The pads of his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck as your mouth falls open, chasing for both air as well as a release. Eye contact is held as Hyunjin looks down at you squirming underneath him, his eyes dark and drinking in every emotion that crosses your face, the lust that swims in your own eyes. A flash of his hips slapping against you, the heat of his body against yours for one second then gone the next only to return in the second following and so it repeats. He’s grabbing your chin, making you face him head on so he can enjoy the blissful look on your face as you unravel at his mercy for satan knows how many times within the past few hours.

“Enjoy the rest of the concert, doll." Hyunjin's voice floats in among the midst of the flashes of thoughts he continues to send to you. It briefly brings you back to reality and you catch him straightening up again to head to the main stage where the rest of the members gathered. You don't have any time to feel any disappointment because he sends you another thought. This time you watch as Hyunjin sits on his ankles, kneeling down in front of you who is pressed up against a wall. He knelt for you but he was still the one holding all the power. 

"Back alley, 15 minutes after the end."

Despite being the one on his knees, he still has the cockiest and smug expression in his face. His eyes hooded in a sensual gaze as he oozes a sexual energy. He loves the whiny mess that you are all because of him. He loves the look the desperation on your face as he sits so close to your pussy that you can feel his breath on your lower lips. Teasingly, he blows air directly on your naked vagina and you can only gasp, melting further into submission, into his control, giving yourself to him. Then suddenly, he jerks forward, his mouth attach to your pussy in a strong suck and a slow, long, dragging lick of his tongue on your clit. 

"Don't sorry, angel. I'll make your post-concert depression go away."