#AND THE EXCEL SHEETS OH MY FUCKING GOD THE EXCEL SHEETS

[chicchanooliner]

The day I finish working on my thesis would be amazing

I feel it

[a-tiny-sloth]

you literally couldn't make up the shit that goes down in politics in this country i'm telling you

[pigeonpeach]

Little Omega~

Summary: omega female reader goes into heat around the genshin women

VERY EXPLICIT LIKE EXTREMLY EXPLICIT MINORS DNI

Contains: girl c0ck, breeding, dubious maybe? Little degradation, lots of breeding actually,

Arlecchino, Beidou & Ningguang, Yae Miko & Ei, Jean & Lisa

Arlecchino

“Say it.” Her voice grew deep as her hips pounded into you from behind, your uniform shredded as your hips helplessly bucked into hers, her arms wrappex around you, keeping you in place. You never knew your boss had a.. cock but oh god you weren’t complaining now. You didn’t realize your heat would be today as it just suddenly sprung onto you with no warning. You hid from the children asking the other staff to cover for you. You weren’t able to leave safely and you also couldn’t find appropriate hiding spot, in the end your scent ended up setting off Arlecchino’s rut and here you were. Now reduced to a mere toy.

“Breed me! Breed me!” You whined. “Fill my insides! Oh god! I wanna be full! Please! More!” Her lips were right to your making you shudder as she bit your earlobe.

“I’m going to mark you.” She said. You barely has time to process when she bit your scent glands making you spazz. You felt yourself climax on the spot. Hormones pumping through your veins. You were so overwhelmed you went numb for a second as blood dribbled from her bite, her teeth firmly sunk in as her hips continued to pump in, emptying her seed right at your cervix, filling your womb.

“Mmmf!” You moaned as you felt so docile. Your body felt so nice and warm, your cunt full and fucked. Your legs shuddered as you collapsed. “M-my my alpha~” you cooed sweetly. Arlecchino withdrew her teeth as she looked you in the eyes, your dumb and docile expression only fueling her more.

“My perfect little mate.” She kissed the bite mark left as you panted heavily. “We aren’t done.”

Yae Miko & Ei

A shrine maiden is usually not used as courtesan like this. Your cunt stretched around both the Puppet god and the kitsune’s cocks.

“PLEASE! OH! MY ARCHONS!” You whined. They showed no mercy. Yae, behind you, her hands massaging your tits the way a cow would be milked, and Ei who seemed just hyperfixated on watching your pussy convulse around her.

“You are most certainly pleasing your archons… oh I wish I could breed you my love but this body is only a puppet afterall.” Ei pouted.

“Well seeing how fertile this one is, I’ll have no problems knocking her up~” Yae purred right in your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Such a wonderful body, oh I do hope you know that now won’t be the only time you’ll be like this for us~”

“Pliant, docile… fertile..” Ei grumbled. “Oh and to think I deprived myself of this for a thousand years~”

“Please…please!” You wined before squirting suddenly. You convulsed as they stopped temporarily to admire the site.

“Such a wonderful view, I wish It could last for Eternity.” Ei purred.

“What was it you were begging for now little one?~” Yae asked

“D-don…don’t stop…” you whined.

“Truly a top quality slut.” Yae smirked.

“Don’t call her that, she’s clearly a virgin with how addicted she’s become.” Ei brushed your hair out of your face as your dazed eyes met hers. “Don’t worry dear, you will be satisfied.” And with that they resumed.

Beidou and Ningguang

“A excellent mouth you have there.” Ningguang had you bent over as you lapped at her cunt eagerly. While from behind Beidou pounded into you. He hands grabbing the sheets as she grumbled about something. “Such a prime little omega, a true jewel to add to my collection.” The beta purred.

“God… such a good cunt… fuck..” Beidou gasped.

“Its that good huh? It must be if it has you like that~” she teased. You felt squished as the two shared a brief kiss all the while you were struggling to breaths in-between the huge cock pounding into you and eating Ningguang out.

“Fuck… I’m going to… cum… shit!” Beidou barely gave a warning as your womb felt full quickly. Her hips stilled as she thrusted a few more times.

“Don’t worry, I know Captain Beidou is quite the overwhelming Alpha to take, especially considering your inexperience.” Ningguang pried you from her thighs as you panted, mindless and obedient, you looked at her as if she were a deity. And she did from this angle, her skin shined like diamonds. She moved you so you laid on your back, legs spread as you watched cum dribble out. You gawked at how hard Beidou was already. “Allow me to have a taste~” she said, her fingers prying your folds open so more would spill out. Meanwhile Beidou positioned herself behind her.

Jean and Lisa

“Oh… oh sweet Barbados…” you mumbled nonsense as Lisa rubbed something around your cunt making it losen slightly. While Jean was bitting marks and rutting against your behind, you were sat in her lap, in her office. You could faintly hear Kaeya redirecting anyone coming by as you tried to hold back any sounds. “Please please just put it inside.” You whispered. Lisa chuckled.

“You two are too impatient now. Hmm I suppose if you really want it~” she teased you with the sight of her bare cock as she lifted the front of her dress to show it. You eagerly took it in your mouth as she guided it so, Jean’s rubbed right between your folds. You could tell she was far gone from her frantic humping.

“Jean dear.. she wants it inside~” Lisa chuckled.

“Fuck… I can’t contain myself, I’ll end up knocking them up~” she whined. Your mind lit up as your hips grind against her cock, your moans muffled as you tried to encourage her. To your relief she finally complied.

“I wonder which one of us will end up inseminating your womb?” Lisa whispered.

[holybibly]

These are my unholy hours

I'm pretty sure that San is one of the members who really wants to have sex after the concert. He's got too much adrenaline and horny energy in him, even though he's physically tired. He needs it badly.

Even after leaving the stage, San could still feel the wild rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His whole body was vibrating with the excitement and need he had felt throughout the concert, making it difficult at times for him to concentrate on his surroundings. He was completely distracted by the thought of how he was going to fuck you when it was all over. He was so into the idea that he wouldn't have minded if he had to get you down on all fours in the middle of the changing room while the other members were still there. After all, he never seemed to mind being watched. 

God, he was in need of you like hell. And he needed you now. 

As soon as they could leave the stage, San grabbed your arm and pushed you into the next dressing room, kissing everything he could get his hands on. The situation you now found yourself in wasn't new at all; you were kneeling before him, licking his hard cock sweetly, while San tried his best to keep quiet. He's always been such a damn loud boy, moaning and groaning, never able to keep his mouth shut, telling you all the time how good he feels and how much he loves you. And you're totally enjoying it, despite the fact that you've had to soundproof the whole flat to muffle all those endless pleas and long, melodic moans.

You weren't at all worried that one of the members might have caught you; you were more worried that the staff might wonder where the hell San was if he still had a VIP appointment with the fans and would be on the lookout for him. But when San grabbed you by the hair and pushed his cock deeper into your warm, welcoming mouth, that thought went completely out of your head. 

"Yeah, baby, that's right. Take some more." He whispered, panting slightly.  His head was thrown back, his mouth was open, and sweat was dripping down his neck and down his gorgeously muscled chest, making him so delicious and fuckable. He held your head still as his hard cock slid over your tongue until the head was in contact with the back of your throat. You gave a muffled moan around his thick girth, sending pleasurable vibrations through the sensitive velvet flesh. San had to bite his lip to keep the loud, prolonged moan from escaping his lips. You always knew how to make his head spin. 

"Oh fuck, YN." He was already on the verge, thrusting his hips harder as your tongue wrapped around him in a hot, wet caress. Fuck, he's going to come too fast if you don't stop. Fuck. So he quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, all shiny and wet from your saliva and copious pre-cum. San pulled you up aggressively, lifted you off his lap, and planted a dirty kiss on your lips. He was the kind of man who preferred long, deep kisses, but there was no time for that now, and it made him whimper pitifully. "Later," San promised himself. "He'll kiss you properly later, when you're at home, tangled up in the sheets with his cock up to your balls. It is definitely an excellent plan.

"Bend over for me, baby; I need you so bad." His sultry voice scorched the tender skin on the side of your ear, and his lips left air kisses on the graceful shape of the lobe. 

Leaning over one of the makeup tables, you easily complied. San quickly pulled up your skirt, cursing under his breath at the sight that you had no underwear at all. 

"Fuck, you've been without your panties the whole time, baby. You're so slutty." He chuckled softly before giving you a light slap on your wet pussy. You managed to cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the needy whimper that was bursting out of you at the sight of his action. Feeling how wet and ready you are for him, San runs his fingers along your folds. 

His perfect little girl. 

"You're so wet for me; is it because you sucked me off, or are you just a slut in need of attention? You need my cock so bad. Don't you, baby?" San's mockery is in spite of the fact that it was he who had you here in the first place. As the head of his cock rubs against your folds, hitting your sensitive clit a few times, all you can do is nod and whimper. 

San does not give you any warning before he slowly slips it into your little pussy. Both of you hiss as he does so: you at the way his thick girth stretches your velvety walls, and San at how sensitive he already was and the way your pussy squeezes around him, almost restricting any movement at all. You were still fucking tight, no matter how many times he fucked you.

"You have to be quiet, baby. Do you understand? When we get home, I'm going to fuck you good, but for now, you need to be obedient and take what you're given. Got that?" 

You nodded, but that wasn't the answer he had in mind. San slapped your thigh hard, the mark of his palm standing out like a bright red stain compared to your milky skin. 

"Use your words." It was a silent command.

"Yes, yes, I understand you, San." You wanted to come across as collected and cold-blooded, but all you got out of it was a pathetic sob. 

"That's my little girl." He said this before he started to move. A push was all it took for you to feel how your legs were starting to weaken. God, he sure did know how to make use of those hips. Smooth rolling over and over, getting stronger and stronger until it developed into a steady, deep rhythm. You let out soft, panting moans with each powerful thrust, trying hard to hide them, the palm pressed over your mouth doing nothing. 

"San..." You whimpered as his fingers dug painfully into your thighs as he held you in place. The sounds of sex are always recognisable, so if anyone walked by, they would immediately guess what was going on behind the closed dressing room door.

San wrapped his arm around your neck and gave it a light squeeze. 

"I told you to keep quiet, didn't I, darling?" He leaned over you and pressed his muscular chest against your back, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. Fuck, what you'd give to be able to sink your teeth into those magnificent muscles right now? You wanted to lick him clean like a piece of candy.

"I'll be quiet, I promise." You really don't want to upset him, but the way his cock is sliding all over you in all the right places is making it all the more difficult. 

San doesn't say anything else as he begins to leave wet, purple hickeys on the back of your neck, driving deeper and deeper into your supple body. 

He knew you would keep quiet because you were always trying to be a good girl for him. San was starting to move faster and faster, making it harder for you to stay quiet for him, but you were still trying hard not to make a single squeak.

"You're such a slut, letting me fuck you in the dressing room in front of everyone. Did I turn you on that much, Kitty? You were thinking about me while I was up there on the stage, weren't you? I could have fucked you right there on the stage, and it wouldn't have been a problem for you. You're just a needy little girl who can't wait for her handsome boyfriend to fill her up with his thick cock, aren't you?" San whispered in a sultry voice, his thrusts getting harder with each sentence. You couldn't even answer him; you were too consumed with pleasure. The only thing that was holding you up now was San's hands on your hips. "You're such a slut, Y/N." As your walls tightened around him in response to the dirty words San whispered into your ear, a loud moan escaped his soft lips.

He comes out of you in an abrupt way, turns you around, and lifts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his small waist. Immediately picking up the same pace as before, San slides back into your pussy. Your hands cling tightly to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, leaving red, angry marks that you'll lick up later when you get home, and you warm his cock sweetly in your pussy as you bathe together. 

San's arm wraps around your neck again and crushes you to death. He has always loved to see how you inhale softly, how your eyes roll back in your head, and how you become so soft and docile in his arms.  The change in position caused his cock to enter you at a new angle, the head of it hitting a super-sensitive lump of nerves each time, sending you to the heavens with each sharp thrust of his hips. 

"God, San, I'm gonna come." You whimpered and pressed your lips against his neck. A scattering of seductive freckles beckoned you to leave as many kisses there as possible. 

"Don't you dare do that. You will wait for me, and you will cum with me. Do you understand?"  You were on the verge of tears; your orgasm was so close, you could almost taste it. Your hips were starting to shake, everything was getting blurry, and you could feel that you were starting to lose touch with reality.

"Please... San, I can't stand it any longer." You are practically on the verge of suffocation now.  "You can cum, but I'll still use your pussy." It didn't matter to you so much. Your eyes rolled back and your teeth clenched into San's shoulder to muffle the loud scream of his name as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. A loud squelching filled the room along with jets of fluid spurting from your pussy, soaking San's trousers and onto his shirt. God damn it, he loves it when you squirt. 

"Well done." He praises you, kisses the curve of your neck, and increases the amplitude of his thrusts as he fucks you deep and hard. San did it really well; he knew how to make you squeal.

"You like being a little slut for me, don't you? Just a toy for me, to be used for my own pleasure. You're always so ready; your pussy is always wet for me. My darling, all you want is for me to use you." With these last words, his thrusts became sharper and more aggressive than before. "Now I'll just use you as a cock sleeve because that's all you are. My beautiful bitch that I can use any way I want to and any place I want to."

You could feel the overstimulation hitting you; it was almost burning you from the inside out, mixing the pleasure and the pain into a searing, intoxicating cocktail. But if it was San's intention to take advantage of you, you were at his beck and call. 

San pressed your breasts against his, his soft lips in contact with the nape of your neck. 

"God, I'm going to fill you up, damn it. I want everyone to know that you belong to me." He growls as he bites down hard on your neck. You know he's going to suck on that spot like a leech afterwards, kissing it and licking it with an endless stream of apologies. 

He let out a low moan as he came into you, and you sobbed, twitching weakly in his arms as you felt his hot, viscous cum fill you. 

"San, I feel so fucking good when I am with you." You moan as you run your fingernails over the fuckable shoulders that have driven millions of groupies to madness. 

San takes a moment to recover and pulls out of you. He watches in awe as his sperm starts to dribble out of you. San picks up his cum with his fingers and smears it over your swollen folds before he pushes it back into the hole he has used up. You try your best not to squirm, but San makes it impossible for you to do so.

When you start to whimper, he finally stops playing with his cum and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. God, he's so goddamn sweet; you're so crazy about him. 

"Thank you, baby. I needed that so much." San murmurs against your lips. 

"Anything for you, Sannie. Now let's get out of here; everyone's probably looking for you. Hongjoong is going to be so pissed off when he finds out about this."

[jenscx]

[01] tumblr girls — first and last

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

you squint your eyes at the excel sheet being flashed on screen. mo jihye? did your class even have someone called jihye? you sigh. the student was probably one of the kids at the back and would leave you to do all the work.

just your luck, that the project worth almost 30 percent of your final grade relied on some random person.

“i got jiwoo…” minji says.

hanni rolls her eyes, “that’s not bad. i got yeonjun. bro is gonna be so annoying.”

you turn to your two friends, confusion apparent on your face, “who the hell is mo jihye?”

minji and hanni both look at you with widened eyes, mouths agape.

“you don’t know jihye?” hanni asks, “she’s one of the most popular girls in school!”

“you saying that doesn’t help at all,” you murmur, heart racing at the thought of your high school’s most popular friend group. minji stares at you incredulously and you have the urge to slap your best friends.

“she’s australian and has a really nice voice,” hanni supplies unhelpfully. you furrow your brows, who else was australian other than danielle? maybe a new student.

sighing, you turn around to look at the screen again. the teacher now explaining the rubrics after the commotion about partners had died down. you frown, still thinking about jihye. somehow, you hadn’t heard of her and she was one of the most popular girls in school?

your eyes brighten when you realise that, one, jihye and danielle are probably in the same friend group, and two, becoming friends with jihye would basically mean becoming friends with danielle. you thought smugly to yourself.

(minji and hanni glance at you, concerned, when they hear you laugh quietly.)

“i encourage everyone to be in contact with their partners by the end of today. final assessment is due the last week of next month, please do take this project seriously as it is thirty percent of your grade,” mr lee says. your eyes dart around the class, danielle catching your onlooking gaze immediately. you feel your face flush and evert your eyes instantly.

you hear danielle’s god-gifted giggle and would have melted if not for the judging look from hanni. you try to sneak another glance at the girl, who crinkles her eyes when she smiles at you and you know it’s game over.

you were madly in love with a girl that probably didn’t even know your name. her brown gleaming eyes, angel-like smile, perfect wavy hair… you’re so screwed—

“y/n,” you snap out of your haze. “the bell just rung, class is over.” after blinking a few times, you realise that, one, minji and hanni had just ditched you, and two, danielle knows your name.

“ah… sorry,” you mumble a reply, embarrassed. danielle shakes her head and reaches out a hand to help you pack up. stunned, you glance at her and feel your cheeks heat up. wow… she has really long lashes…

“i saw you staring just now,” you freeze, “wanted to ask if you needed anything.”

she gazed at you expectantly.

“uhm…” you struggle to find a response, and was it always this hot in the classroom?

“sorry… i was just zoning out…”

danielle clicks her tongue and you feel guilty for making her impatient. she turns away, eyebrows furrowed.

“okay. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm.”

fuck, you were so lame.

“yeonjun keeps sending me hedgehog videos,” hanni complains, “who the hell keeps a hedgehog as a pet?” you pause momentarily, thinking, oh my god, i forgot about the project.

minji notices your stunned silence and nudges you with her elbow. “you good?”

“yup,” your voice cracks, “i don’t have jihye’s number.”

“oh, but didn’t you stay back in class—”

hanni gets interrupted when someone places a hand on your shoulder from behind. you slightly tense up and turn around slowly, eyes widening.

“hey…”

“hi y/n! i wanted to ask if you’re coming to the game later?” danielle smiles. you don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a sea of homework piling up on your desk.

“uh, sure.”

“great! i’ll text you?”

“yes…”

with that, danielle bounces off. when you turn back to your friends, minji looks constipated and hanni’s brows are forming a judgemental look.

“what…?”

your two friends turn to look at each other and both release a coordinated sigh.

“for someone that gets straight As, you’re surprisingly stupid.”

“hey— what!”

“how could you not have her number if she just said that she’ll text you?” minji asks, exasperated. you gape at her, momentarily paused in time while hanni rolls her eyes at your stupidity.

“wait, what?”

“you didn’t know danielle and jihye were the same person— oh my god, are you even breathing? holy shit, hanni, do something bro!”

“what the hell?”

you blink, hands pulling at the varsity jacket minji had lent you. danielle got your number from haerin, who got it from jiwon, who got it from hanni. she texted you after school, making sure that you were attending the game and asking you to wait for her after so that you could work on your project. this was not how you wanted to spend the rest of the day. the stands were filled with students who cheered the cheerleaders on. they were performing some sort of routine before the game started.

despite the impressive flips and stunts they did, you could only focus on the brunette who was beaming brightly while performing. you stare in awe as they lift her up to do an aerial move. right as she is lifted, danielle (or jihye?) raises her head, making eye contact with you. hesitantly, you wave.

“—holy shit, did danielle just fall?” gasps erupt from the crowd as the cheerleader basically crashes down, arms flailing as she falls. the whole team rushes to her aid, and your eyes widen at the stink look one of them gives you.

the stands are filled with murmurs, mostly of worry and confusion. you feel guilt wreck you, did you distract danielle from performing? if she was injured, you would never forgive yourself. resisting the urge to get up from your seat to go see her, you sit back down, leg bouncing nervously. minji and hanni are seated beside you, muttering and whispering.

“it’s our first time attending a game and something goes wrong. this is why we don’t hang out with the popular kids,” hanni groans. minji nods in agreement while all you can do is shift in your seat in anxiety.

after danielle is escorted from the field to a bench, the game begins. you’re not focused on the game at all, more worried about danielle and whether she was okay. at the halfway point, minji and hanni leave to go get snacks, and you’re alone at the bench once more. feeling an urge to check in danielle, you groan, following your heart instead of your mind, and rushing down to the field. no one really notices you, more focused on the players and the game itself.

despite her injury, the girl still looks bright. her eyes gleaming and a cheerful smile on her face. she occasionally shouts out words of encouragement to the players and her fellow cheerleaders.

she doesn’t even notice you lingering around until one of your steps causes the grass to crinkle.

“oh, y/n!” danielle smiles awkwardly. you return the same. “wanna sit down here?”

“uh, i thought only cheerleaders were allowed to sit here?” you ask nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another. danielle shrugs, “i don’t actually know. it’s okay if you sit though, i can just say you came to check up on me.”

you nod, hovering over the seat, unsure if you could actually take a seat. either fate, or danielle, decides you were taking too long, since she reaches out to your wrist, pulling you abruptly down.

with a yelp, you fall onto the bench ungracefully, cheeks heating up at the grip on your wrist and the shriek you let out. danielle, unable to resist, lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. your face flushing even more, you feel somewhat accomplished at the fact you managed to make her laugh.

now that you are sitting side by side with danielle, your throat constricts. wanting to start a conversation, you open your mouth, only to be interrupted by danielle who chirps happily, “let’s discuss our project!”

your posture deflates, an awkward smile put back onto your face. “sure.” you had wanted to avoid this topic the most; between your blunder of oh my god, jihye and danielle are the same person, and oh my god, my partner is danielle, it wasn’t a favourable position to be in.

“which topic do you want to do? i think we could do either cultural and prejudice or psychological affairs,” danielle says, “discrimination, inferiority of women— oh! maybe human attraction?”

you stiffen noticeably at the topic. human. attraction. of course danielle wanted to do a topic about human attraction. who wouldn’t be attracted to her? the brown, naturally-curled hair, hazelnut eyes, full lips—

“yeah, sure,” you croak out.

“great!” danielle smiles, “i think the game is ending soon, so i’ll text you about the project later? i gotta go hang out with my team.”

another nod. with her expectant gaze, you stand up, almost robotically, arms swinging by the side.

“uhm, that jacket…” danielle trails off. you tilt your head, what about your jacket?

“it’s minji’s?” she asks.

“uh, yeah.” you suddenly feel self-conscious, how’d she know it was minji’s? danielle seems to notice your confusion, since she points at the back, “says kim in big, bold lettering.”

you furrow your eyebrows. was there something wrong with your (minji’s) varsity jacket?

“you okay?”

danielle smiles, albeit dimmer than before, “yup. i gotta go.”

and with a wave, danielle leaves, limping towards her teammates, who welcome her with open arms. haerin sends you a stink eye and you gulp.

sighing, you head back up to the stands, minji and hanni celebrating the triumph of your school.

“where’d you go?” hanni asks.

you groan, “hell.”

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[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH.31 (Dryad)

Marcille, your stick--I mean staff!

Sobbing, wheezing with laughter, crying. Boys........boys why are you like this.

IS THE PLOT GOING TO BE GETTING OUT OF THE DUNGEON NOW?

Did the orcs not point them in the right direction at least?!

Marcille, you look like shit. I guess you haven't recovered after that intense battle too well.... and this is bad news if you guys are now being herded into a labyrinth by that sorcerer.........

aww, come on. They're just a bunch of little guys! Look at em!

Lookit em.

MAKING THE WORGS WAVE THEIR PAWS GOODBYE NOOOO STOP IT THIS IS TOO MUCH

S-senshi..... Senshi.........do you think you're traveling with children? Senshi. Did you. Did you actually think you faced a red dragon with children at your side? Was that a logical thing you did? Was that really how you reasoned it out...?

Then again, I think Senshi MUST be older than all of them in comparison but still...........

Go, Chillchuck! I choose you!

My money is on the ghosts which are clearly numerous and common in this world.

👀

Oh?????

SENSHI, LET HIM LOOK!!!! DON'T BE A HOMOPHOBE!

Live slug Dryad reaction

Well now that seems extreme but I trust him.

So.... a cold...?

Oh for the love of--

You had me going there for a second.

I'll develop hayfever if it comes free with looking at ladies smooching all day, ffs. First world problems, guys,

Okay, on second thought, anthropomorphic allergens are kinda creepy.

Someone who's never read Dungeon meshi explain what's happening in this image.

Gotta say, improvised mastectomy was not on my bingo sheet.

I mean......NOW it is........

Their faces......they're so fucking tired of his shit.

........I........I'm with Marcille on this one............ ....please put those back.

Marcille and Essek would get along great.

That dryad was the one with the least amount of boobage, too. Trans rights, I guess.

Senshi draws the line at........fruit babies that don't yet look baby-like....? Curious.

And now we're back to smashing faces. What an excellent harvest of uncanny valley.

"I'll still eat it, though!" You know what that is? Growth.

C-can he... do that? Just learn magic without anything?

I mean, it's stupid to ask I guess. I know wizards exist. I guess I just thought this fantasy system required a knack for it?

What a big happy....... family.

Gods, the terror of having another adult try to babysplain sex to you. Every day Chillchuck wakes up.

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

PLZ MORE SILLY VEES HEADCANONS THE LAST ONES MADE MY DAYYYYY

Okay okay I'll try to squeeze a little bit more silly of me, just for you, Anon <333 Because I love making people happy uwu

Velvette and Valentino sometimes end up doing lines of coke off Vox's screen when they're out of flat surfaces. It usually goes something like this:

Vox, look, what's that on the ceiling?! Okay, wait, now don't move... OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Chill, it's not like you don't use my body for your pleasure. Yeah, God gave you this flat face for a reason. We all have our purpose

Valentino is kinda like that friend who went to therapy once and only remembered the part where his feelings and boundaries are super important.

Stop being mean to me! I'm not being mean, I just told you not to kill that waiter. I have FEELINGS. *sigh* We know, Val. AND YOU ARE MAKING THEM S A D. We know, Val.

Valentino once came up with the idea that Vox's pornstar name should be voXXXy. He keeps bringing it up every once in a while, still hoping Vox will agree to have a cameo in one of his movies.

Vox once surprised Valentino with this cheeky red lingerie set. When Val caught on it was basically a Sexy Alastor Costume, Vox ended up couch-surfing for a week.

Whenever Vox doesn't pay enough attention to him, Valentino messes with his Excel sheets, inserting random '69' or '420' here and there, or pasting some of his sexy photos in Vox's Very Important PowerPoint About KPIs.

When Velvette is bored, she comes up with the dumbest ways to die and then asks her succubi friends (since succubi are some of the demons legally allowed to travel to the mortal realm) to start them on TikTok. She's incredibly proud whenever she learns that some soul ended up in hell because of her challenges.

This one time, stumbling home after a party, Vox was like:

Val, Vel, you guys can draw, right? How 'bout I pay you hundred bucks for a big-ass graffiti? What graffiti BIG! Saying what? FUCK ALASTOR AHAHAHAHAHA *hick*

They were cackling like evil children while painting it. It is still there somewhere in Pentagram City, absolutely beautiful.

Vox likes to come up with silly names for his products that are almost cartoonishly evil, because he's a silly evil guy. So, he will market those Cereal Killers to the kids in hell.

[atinylittlepain]

Nothing to Hide - A Joel Miller Story

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

she learns a couple new things about her man over the course of a night.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, and nothing but(t), yes this is a pegging fic

a/n | it's here! welcome, everyone, to the inaugural night of the Peg that Middle-Aged Man Campaign 2023! over the course of the next week or so, I as well as a handful of my favorite writers will be putting out some excellent fics under this campaign for the whole spectrum of Pedro Pascalian characters! so keep your eye out! much more to come, muahahahaha

i know for a fact that both @beskarandblasters and @wannab-urs will be posting or have already posted two other spectacular PMAMC fics on this fine evening, so go check those out as well!

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“What is that?”

“Don’t– you can’t laugh.”

“Oh my god, Joel. What the fuck is it?” 

“Well what d’you think it is?”

“I think you lost a bet is what I think.” He’s silent for a moment, his lack of a reply all the answer she needs to burst out into laughter.

“No, really?” Joel lets out a huff.

“I was really really drunk and dumb, ok? Jesus, woman, stop looking at it!” She stifles her laugh enough to turn him around by his shoulder so he’s facing her, running a quick hand through his curls, his face flushed and set in a scowl.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna be looking at it a lot with what I’m about to do to you.” She can see the bob of his throat in the faint light of her bedroom, the way his eyes go a touch hazy, drooping under his lashes. He’s pretty, something she’s known since they started dating, though she also knows he’d probably short-circuit if she ever called him that. But tonight, she intends to treat him like it, giving, providing, where he’s always so eager to do the same. 

“Why don’t you lay out on the bed for me, handsome?” He gives her a jerky nod, seeming to think twice before he cups her cheek in his palm, dragging a hot kiss from her before he complies. He’s still in his boxers, long expanses of tan, bare strength laid out on her sheets, propped up on his elbows to watch her as she rifles through a dresser drawer to find a few things. His eyes widen when she turns back to him, baby pink strap in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby. We’re gonna work you up to it, ok? And if you don’t like anything, just tell me and I’ll stop.” It’s setting heat threading through her core, thick and warm, the silk of her panties sticking to her cunt from the pulse of arousal, coaxed on by the stark contrast of how he normally is to how she gets him right now. Her man, always in control, always the strong one, the dominant one, the giver, laying it all willingly at her feet.

It had started with a bit of pillow talk one night. Joel knew that she had been with women in the past, but he had never been so bold as to ask anything about it, not until that night, drunk on sweat and sex, a boyish grin slipping across his lips, turning dark and reverential fast when she was more than happy to tell him about her experience, going so far as to show him the toys she had held onto. But what she hadn’t been expecting was Joel Miller, the walking homage to southern masculinity, asking his next question.

“You ever used that, um, with– with men?” 

They had talked about it more afterward, Joel eager to bring it up, ask questions, seemingly just as perplexed as she was that he was so interested in it.

“I don’t know, I mean– never thought about something like this before. But, with you it just– fuck, it seems kinda hot.”

And that’s how they’ve ended up here, her kneeling between his spread legs on her bed, palms rubbing up and down his thighs as she leans over and lays a kiss to the little swell of his belly, smiling against the jump of his muscles. 

“Relax for me, Joel. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you. You trust me, right?” 

“I– yeah, I do.” She slides one palm up from his thigh to his chest, pressing lightly to get him to lay back.

“Then just let me do all the work, alright? Gonna make you feel good.” With that, she draws her attention back down to the waistband of his boxers, hooking her fingers in the sides to tug them down and off his legs before settling back between his thighs, her fingers tapping the joints of his knees as a light command.

“Can you bend your knees for me, baby? Need you a little more opened up than this.” She’s surprised by the groan he lets out at her simple question, a breathless shake of his head.

“Fuck, I– you– that–” She cuts off his floundering, her palm rubbing a soothing circle against his chest.

“Hey, if you don’t feel comfortable, we don’t have to do anything different, seriously.” “No! I mean, no, I want to. It’s just– different. But different’s good. I’m good.” How could she say no to that?

“Ok, baby, I’m gonna warm you up. You tell me if I do anything you don’t like, alright?” He nods, his eyes staying glued on hers as she ducks back down, lips ghosting over the underside of his already hard cock before lapping gently at the tip. She works him over with her mouth for a while, taking him down as far as she can, her hand stroking the rest, reveling in the way his muscles slacken and tense beneath her ministrations, the way he starts to let himself go to the pleasure, his head pressed back into the pillows, eyes scrunched shut, shaky pants and curses leaving his lips. When it seems like she’s gotten him nice and relaxed, she pulls off of him, continuing to lap at his length while she fumbles around for her bottle of lube, spreading a dollop between her palms before getting her hands on his length.

“Just want you to get used to the feel of this stuff, alright, baby?” He hisses at the cool contact, but lets out a breathy, low-rumbled uh-huh as she swirls her slicked-up palm down his cock, slipping her hand down to cup his balls, a move that sets a broken groan thrumming in his throat. Her other hand presses against his thigh, getting him to open up more for her as she slips a finger down a little further, finding that tight ring of muscle and applying a bit of pressure, Joel’s hips bucking up at the sensation. 

“Easy, baby, gotta stay relaxed for me if I’m gonna open you up.” He lets out a disbelieving laugh, throwing his head back as she presses her finger in, her other hand lazily stroking his cock as she does.

“Jesus, fuck– you’re good, so fucking good. Never felt anything like this be-before.” She smiles up at him, pressing a kiss to his hip as she slowly pumps her finger inside of him, only stopping to lathe more lube over her hand.

“Think you can take another one, baby? You ready for that?” He nods, a long sigh leaving his lips, but that’s not good enough for her.

“Need words, Joel. You gotta tell me what you want.” 

“I– yes, more, please. Want more.” To get a please out of Joel Miller is no small feat, and she revels in it, just a little, easing a second finger in along her first one, stretching him out even more. He’s a vision, chest flushed, cheeks ablaze, one hand tugging at his mussed-up hair, the other balled into a tight fist in the sheets as she works him open. It’s messy as hell, lube slicking up everything, dripping between his thighs, his cock throbbing in her hand, his words a filthy slur of praise and curses that go straight to her aching core.

“Do you wanna finish like this, baby? Or do you wanna take it a little further?” 

“More, yeah, want you– want you to go further.” She slips her fingers out of him with a smile, crawling further up the bed to steal a kiss, his mouth insistent and devouring before she pulls away with a lewd smack. His eyes trail up and down her body as she stands at the foot of the bed, first slipping her bra off, followed by her panties, before reaching for the strap. And he’s an intent and willing audience, following the way she slides the harness over her hips, deft fingers fitting it snug to her body.

“Can I have you on all fours, handsome?” He moves tentatively, a dazed look on his face when he glances over his shoulder at her, trying to watch as she spreads lube over her silicone dick. Her eyes, meanwhile, are focused back on the thing she had been so shocked to see earlier, moreso surprised that he had somehow managed to hide it from her over the months that they’ve been dating. Thick, dark ink, one of those culturally insensitive, faux-tribal numbers she’s sure he walked into a parlor and just pointed at on the wall, goaded on by Tommy and his construction crew buddies no doubt. There’s no two ways about it, Joel Miller has a tramp stamp, and she can’t help but lay a giggling kiss to it, causing him to let out a huff over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna get it removed, ok? Just– haven’t gotten around to it yet.” 

“And what if I kinda like it?” She can barely keep a straight face saying it, biting back a laugh as he huffs at her again, though she’s quick to soothe him, running a palm up his spine before her hand settles at his hip.

“I’m sorry, baby, no more teasing. You ready for me?” When all he does is nod, she taps him on the ass, a few pats of her palm seeming to remind him what she wants.

“Yes, fuck, ready.” She keeps one palm splayed over his lower back (and his tattoo), holding him steady as she slowly presses forward, easing him into it with gentle rocks of her hips. He’s breathing hard, little groans loosing from his chest, but he doesn’t tell her to stop, letting out a long sigh when she’s finally seated fully inside. She curls over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, her words a faint rasp into his skin.

“Doing so good for me, Joel. Tell me when you want me to move, baby, take your time.” He cranes his neck, looking for a kiss she’s happy to give him, a desperate tangle that’s still so sweet. 

“You can move, I just– fuck– it’s good, feels really fucking good.” It’s what she wants, wants him to feel good, and to keep feeling good, leaning slightly back on her knees to find a slow rhythm with her hips, one hand reaching around to stroke his throbbing cock, Joel letting out a harsh moan when she does. She’s never heard these sounds from him before, broken grunts and breathy chants of her name with each thrust of her hips, completely losing himself in the sensation. She curls back over him, her hips set in a deep grind as she drags her lips over his temple.

“That feel good, baby? Nice to have someone take care of you, huh? Taking it so good, Joel. You gonna come for me? Gonna let me have it?” 

“Jesus fucking christ, feels so fucking good– you’re gonna kill me, shit– fucking close, so fucking close.” With one more pass of her hand over his cock, one more rock of her hips, he comes on a punched-out exhale, slumping down onto his elbows with a shuddering heave. She presses kisses all over his shoulder blades as she pulls out, trying to soothe the hiss he lets out at the ache, quick to guide him onto his back so he doesn't flop down into a pool of his own spend. If he hears her low-murmured be right back, he doesn’t show it, forearm slung over his face, chest still heaving as she slips out of the bedroom to get him a glass of water.

“Is this how you feel? After we– when I– when we–” She cuts off his stumbling question with a light laugh, sitting down on the side of the bed next to him and coaxing a few sips of water out of him. 

“So you liked it?” He quirks a brow at her, one of his hands coming to rest on her thigh, squeezing the swell of it when she laughs again at his expression.

“Gotta be honest, darlin, my expectations were low. Kinda wanted to try it just to see, I guess. But fuck, that was, uh, that was something else.” She can’t help herself, leaning down for a quick kiss that he chases after with a much deeper one, greedy hands squeezing and pulling until she’s getting dragged onto his lap, wincing at the slick stick of it and pulling away.

“What? What’s wrong? C’mon, darlin, wanna take care of you now.” Though he tries to pull her back in for a kiss, she plants a firm palm on his forehead to hold him back, stifling a laugh at his perplexed expression.

“That sounds nice, but you are covered in lube and it’s sticking to everything. Can we continue this in the shower, baby?” Ever the gentleman, Joel acquiesces to her request, letting her get up before shuffling into the bathroom in all his bare glory to get the water warmed up. 

It’s an irresistible urge, walking into the bathroom, seeing his back facing her, his cute little ass and the hilarious art just above it, and she just has to give a quick pinch to his hip before raking her nails over the ink, grinning at him as he turns around with an exasperated huff.

“Ain’t ever gonna let me live this down, are you?” 

“That depends, do you have any other tattoos you’ve been hiding from me?” His grin goes smarmy, drawing a gasp out of her when he pulls her into him with a hooked arm around her waist, pressing a hard kiss to her lips.

“Nothing else to hide, darlin. Think you’ve seen it all now.”

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tags for folks who i think would enjoy this lmao: @wannab-urs @beskarandblasters @jksprincess10 @cutesyscreenname @swiftispunk @northernbluess @pr0ximamidnight

[wilbursprincess]

literally any bursona you would like x reader.

smutshot based off dress by taylor swift?:o

“Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off”

Superstarbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure smut omg, Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, praising, degrading, begging (if you squint), riding, choking (but not really), unprotected sex, this is just so unholy and I’m not sorry

EXCELLENT TASTE IN MUSIC, ☁️ ANON. EXCELLENT. (saw the other ask lmao ik it’s you). This song is insanely queer coded to me lol. Reputation will always be my top album (in case anyone’s curious, my top three are Reputation, 1989, and Fearless) and Dress is just. Mwah. Chef’s kiss.

Fic below cut!

Wilbur’s eyes lock with mine from across the crowded room, making heat rush between my thighs.

“You two have the sweetest friendship,” sighs my friend, sipping wistfully on her cup. “I’d never be able to stay just friends with someone like him.”

I give her what I hope is a cheerful smile. “It’s easy. He’s just my best friend. I’ve never thought of him as anything more.”

Liar.

My friend keeps talking, but my gaze keeps drifting back across the room, admiring Wilbur for the nth time that night. He glances up, making sure nobody’s watching us before giving me a wink, pulling out his phone.

Wilbur: i need you.

Wilbur: make an excuse.

Wilbur: i’ve been dreaming about what i want to do to you all night.

I give my friend an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but I’ve got work in the morning. Wilbur’s about to take me home.”

At least the second part of that isn’t a lie.

Right on cue, Wilbur walks up, making my stomach tighten, placing a protective hand on my lower back.

“Sorry to steal her away,” he jokes, face cheerful, but his hand sliding down and cupping my ass tells me everything I need to know.

The second we make it outside, Wilbur’s got me roughly shoved against the wall, kissing me so hard I gasp. His hand slips up my thigh, rubbing circles in my drenched panties.

“Do you have any idea,” he pants. “What you do to me?”

“I think I have a general idea,” I reply. “It’s pressing into my leg.”

“I’m going to take you home and do the unholiest of things to that gorgeous, gorgeous body of yours, ok, princess?” Wilbur coos, and I frantically nod. “Good girl.”

We barely make it into his bedroom before he tosses me into the middle of the bed, running his hands over my body through the thigh fabric of my dress.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” I murmur against his parted lips as I unbutton his shirt.

“Knowing how wet I make you from across a room when everyone thinks we’re just friends is almost pathetic,” Wilbur replies silkily, fumbling with his belt buckle. “You love that, don’t you, you little slut?”

I groan at the sight of his bare chest. “God, yes.”

He tugs my dress off over my head with one hand and yanks my thong off with the other. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you all naked and spread out in the sheets for me.”

Wilbur leans down, burying his face between my thighs and licking up the wetness pooling between them. “Oh my goodness,” he murmurs into the soft skin. “I could drown in this pretty pussy.”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on his curls. “Please, Wilbur.”

He snickers. “Please what, baby? You know I can’t do what you want if you don’t use your words for me.”

“Please…” I gasp. “Please fuck me.”

Wilbur smiles, pulling back to tug his pants and boxers off. “There you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

God, he’ll be the death of me.

“Saddle up, love.”

We groan in unison as I sink down onto his cock, Wilbur’s hands grasping my hips and pulling me down. We start to move together and my head goes fuzzy from pleasure, swirling my hips as I take every inch he gives me.

“Bounce for me,” he groans, letting out a long, low, moan as I do exactly as he asks. “Good girl.”

This angle is hitting exactly where I need it too, and when Wilbur reaches around to rub my clit in time with my movements, I know I’m an absolute goner.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, legs shaking as the waves of pleasure washes over me. “Fuck, right there.”

Laughing, Wilbur grabs one of my nipples, twisting it between his fingers until I cry out. “So close already, huh?” He says teasingly. “Pathetic little thing, falling apart on my cock.”

I scream out his name as I tip over the edge, shuddering from overstimulation as he keeps thrusting into me.

“You can give me one more?” Wilbur says, and I nod. “That’s my girl. Lay down for me.”

Shakily, I climb off him, whining as he tosses my legs over his shoulders and dives back in.

He’s pounding into me fast and hard, every whine and groan music to my ears. One hand is snuggly around my throat, the other playing with my tits and only adding to the pleasure.

“You’re absolutely soaked, love,” teases Wilbur, nibbling and sucking at a spot on my neck I know will be visible tomorrow. “Does it really feel that good?”

I frantically nod. “Feels so good,” I manage to whine out, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. “Fuck.”

“Gonna cum with me, baby?” Wilbur asks, thrusts growing sloppy as he wills himself to keep going for me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God, yes,”

My second climax hits me like a train, lasting so long I practically see stars floating in my vision. Just as I start to come down from the high, Wilbur cries out my name, pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.

“Hang on,” he whispers gently, kissing my forehead before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing a towel. “Thought I should be prepared this time.”

I laugh wearily, letting him clean both of us up a little.

“So much for you being my best friend,” I murmur sleepily. “God, you’re so good in bed.”

Wilbur leans down and softly plants a kiss on my lips. “I’ve never slept with someone who makes me feel like you do.” He tugs me against his chest, curled as the little spoon, gently kissing the deep purple mark he left just minutes earlier. “Stay with me tonight?”

“Always.”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

If you're still doing these from the kinky prompts - Wesker with #1, breeding?

Yep I am and sure!

Also, as I was writing, I added more kinks lol, such as cum inflation and overstimulation.

I hope you will like it!

Divider by @alegrvs 🥰

Ko-fi || Patreon

"Oh my god!" You cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching.

Your ass had been sitting up all night while your boobs were pressed tight to the mattress. Wesker was fucking your throbbing cunt at high speed, as your pulsating walls drove him crazy.

"You’re so tight, my love," he said, panting. "So, so tight…"

His hands were holding your hips in place as you had trouble lifting your buttocks for him. He's been behind you for quite some time now, not letting you rest for a bit. You felt his hot, thick shots of cum over and over, filling you to the brim.

Your sensitive pussy began to feel his cock twitching again. Every throb of his cock was felt with high intensity by your weary cunt.

"Albert…" You grabbed the sheets beneath you, holding them so tightly in your fists that your fingertips became white.

"I’m close."

Wesker kept one hand on your hip, and the other moved to grab your hair. The pressure made you sink deeper into the mattress.

With a shaky moan, Albert came once again, filling you up until your belly began to pump. You weakly touched your lower belly with your fingers, tracing the small bulge as a happy smile appeared on your face.

"Hmmm…" Wesker hummed after he caught his breath. "Getting full already?"

"Y-yes"

Wesker began to gently massage your scalp with his fingers, and you let out a soft moan.

"What do you say?" He asked in a low, soothing voice.

"About what?" Something tingled inside you as a warning sign that Wesker might not be done with you yet.

"About we go another round?"

"Albert…" you cried out, your head still glued to the mattress.

"Please? I want to make sure you’re full…" he said it in a sweet voice, one that made it impossible to refuse him.

"But I am full." You stood your ground. "Come, feel my belly."

Wesker lightly tapped your bulge, the sensation making you whimper. You were full, too full and you didn’t know if you were able to take another load.

"Hmmm…"

You anxiously waited for his response.

"I think there’s plenty of room."

"C’mon" you groaned in frustration, kicking your feet once.

"My love, please, I don’t want to waste another cycle. I can’t wait another month…"

"But…"

"Please…" His fingers began to caress your forehead, pulling up some strands of hair.

"Fine…but just this time."

"Excellent…"

Without a warning, he flipped you over on your back, and he quickly inserted his cock inside you. It slipped in easily, as it was half erect. From there, he threw your legs over his shoulders, and he pressed himself against your body. He began to thrust into your tired cunt again, and you grabbed his forearms for support.

Your toes curled as he hit your spot repeatedly, bringing you to the verge of your final orgasm.

He came again, and you could see with the naked eye how that bulge increased. Wesker closed his eyes as he orgasmed hard.

"Do you think this will be enough?" You were kinda afraid of the answer.

"Yes" he said as he lovingly caressed your belly bulge.

You sighed, relieved, and pressed your hand over his.

"Soon, something will grow here, something that we created."

"I can’t wait." You used your other hand to caress his cheek. You couldn’t stop watching that beautiful face of his, and you couldn’t stop admiring that expression of pure joy. His eyes were glistering with joy and happiness, as he was already picturing his future child in his arms.

Taglist: @shadow-wolf510 @skylar-todd @alegrvs.

[whiskey-bumblebee]

classified

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Accessibility/Diversity notes: Gender neutral reader, reader has multiple previous sexual partners (essential to the plot). Reader is a receptive sexual partner (i.e. a bottom)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: No active sex but the start is immediately post-sex, the whole storyline is based on reader having a sexual history so MDNI. Aaron smokes a cigarette. Haley doesn't exist.

A/N: Dividers and postscript designed by @saradika (thank you! they're so cute!!)

Tagging: @ssamorganhotchner @hausofwhores @hotchsdoormat @cr1minalskies <3

Sweat is cooling on Aaron's back as he slips out of bed. You're still catching your breath, and you can't help but laugh to yourself, totally satisfied.

"You fuck like an FBI agent," You tease.

You move so that your back is against the headboard, and you watch as Aaron lights a cigarette and cracks the window in your bedroom. He doesn't usually smoke, but it's been a hard couple of weeks. You figure if he's going to smoke, it's better if he smokes while you're with him, so you know he isn't sneaking off to do it.

He'd dragged one of the barstools from the kitchen into the bedroom, and he sits on it now, still naked. It's a hell of a scene, Aaron propped up on this wooden stool, one foot resting on the crossbeam of the stool, the other on the floor, his elbow on the windowframe, a lit cigarette between his fingers as he's careful to blow his smoke out of the window. It's rare for him to be at ease like this, just existing in his body.

"Can I take a picture?"

He's surprised, and he glances over his shoulder at you.

"Okay. Do you want me to-"

You shake your head. "Just as you are."

He turns away from you again, assuming his previous position. He has the tact to tuck his cock beside his leg so it won't be visible. Through your camera's viewfinder, you notice that you can still see his pubic bone and a bit of hair there.

"Are you okay with some of your pubic hair being in it?"

Aaron glances at you again, a small smile on his face.

"I'm assuming this isn't for the christmas card."

You smile back and shake your head.

"Just for me."

He nods again and looks out of the window. You snap two photos in quick succession.

Soon enough, he finishes his cigarette and slips back into bed, sitting beside you. He slings his arm over your shoulder.

"You were saying?"

You kiss his cheek, then rest your head on his shoulder. "You're an excellent sexual partner."

"That's not the wording you used before." He's teasing you back.

"That you fuck like an FBI agent? Yeah. I stand by it."

"And how exactly does an FBI agent fuck?"

"You know, the three S's," You ad-lib, holding up three fingers. This piques his interest, and he raises his eyebrows, egging you on. "Strength, stamina, state secrets."

He laughs at that, his eyes crinkling wonderfully.

"Do you feel like elaborating? Stroking my ego?"

"Oh, you know I'll stroke you anytime," You grin.

You interlace your fingers with his, deciding what to say next.

"Well. I guess it's hard to describe, actually. Physically, it's incredible, because you have this endurance that's just..." You bite your lip, your train of thought giving way to the many, many memories of being in bed with Hotch.

"Which means you can fuck slow. And hard. I don't feel like there's some amateur on top of me. And you really pay attention. If something isn't working, you notice. If I'm faking it, you notice. Maybe that's a BAU thing. But you fuck like someone with top secret clearance."

The sheet over Aaron's lap shifts without his hands moving it, and you gasp softly, delighted. "So I am stroking your ego."

He chuckles. "Hearing the love of your life compliment your skills in the bedroom will do that."

You lapse into silence for a moment, wondering whether you should slip your hand under the sheet and-

"So... How many FBI agents have you...?"

"Oh my god," You laugh. "That's classified. Unless you actually want to know."

Aaron shrugs. "I won't be offended. I'm assuming they all pre-date me."

You scrunch your eyebrows together, surprised. "Yeah. I haven't slept with anyone else since we started dating, if that's what you're asking."

Aaron winces. "Sorry."

You shrug, lightening the mood. "I'm not offended, just surprised. I figured you'd realized that I was yours from the first night."

You lift your head from Aaron's shoulder and sink into the headboard behind you.

"I am curious," Aaron starts. "About how many FBI agents..."

He reads your expression, and you decide you'll beat him to the punch.

"Three, including you. When I was living in Fredericksburg, there were a few of them around."

It's your turn to guess what he's thinking.

"Now you're wondering how many people in total?" You posit.

He nods.

"Seven. Three were serious. Four were... Temporary."

"Three were serious, and three were with the FBI?"

You laugh. "No overlap. You're the only one in the middle of that Venn diagram."

He nods again, his expression serious.

"Hey," You nudge him, holding his face between your hands. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Do you want to know about mine?"

You nod excitedly, and slip under the covers so you can rest your head in his lap as he talks. He traces your hairline with his index finger, then rests his warm hand over your cheek. It's rare that he opens up about his past, especially sexually, and it's so wonderful to hear his voice telling his story.

"I was a virgin until college, which I think you know. I was waiting until marriage. Then there was a girlfriend in undergrad. She only loved half of me, but we... She was my first. After that it was better."

"That's when you kind of... this sounds cliche, but when you got to know yourself better, right? When you started going to concerts and listening to the music you like?"

Aaron nods. "And I realized I liked men. So, forgive me, this is crude, but there are some that it's difficult to count because I was drunk, or because I never saw their faces. And then there was George."

"The one in your grad cohort?"

"Yes."

"And you slept together?"

He hums affirmatively. "He said... He always said that it didn't count if it was oral sex. So, until I met you, I thought all of the times I..."

A blush comes over his face, and he smiles.

"I thought it didn't count. So when I was studying law, it was mostly me and George. I don't know how nobody realized. If this hurts your feelings, you can tell me and I'll stop, but there were a lot of women trying to date me. George would always just laugh when they asked for my number."

"It doesn't hurt my feelings," You smile, reaching up to touch Aaron's face. "I'd love to meet him."

Aaron smiles sadly, his voice lowering. "He died in 1995."

You frown, your eyebrows pinching together. "Oh my god, Aaron."

He nods. "They granted him an honorary degree since he was so close to finishing his JD. Then I left Seattle and there's been one or two women since then, but nothing serious. I thought I was too old for one night stands."

"Lie down with me, baby. I want to hold you."

"It was a long time ago, honey."

"That doesn't make me want to hold you any less."

Aaron acquiesces and lies on his side so you can be the big spoon.

"It was hard, losing him," Aaron murmurs. "I loved him."

"But he told you that he was straight?"

Aaron nodded. "And maybe he was. Though we had a lot of sex for two straight guys."

You huffed a laugh into the space between Aaron's shoulderblades.

"So I have three FBI agents and you have-"

"George," Aaron finishes.

You smile and press a kiss to the back of his neck.

"And it sounds like you were a bit of a whore in college, if I can say that," You whisper.

"You can. Just not to anyone else, please. I don't need anyone finding out how much time I spent on my knees in bathroom stalls."

"Is it bad that turns me on?"

"I'm too tired to profile you. Let's say no for now."

"Good."

You wrap your arms around Aaron's middle.

"I love you," Aaron murmurs.

"I love you too. I hope you feel like I love all of you."

He hums affirmatively. "I don't think you're the kind of person who loves in halves."

You sigh, somehow feeling lighter despite the turn the conversation had taken. Knowing Aaron was a privilege, and you'd always be glad to carry anything he gave you.

"I only have confidential clearance."

Aaron's voice is gravelly; he's slipping towards sleep.

"Hmm?"

"You said earlier that I fuck like someone who knows state secrets, someone with top secret clearance. I only have confidential clearance."

"So you can't tell me any state secrets?"

"There are things I could tell you which would get me into a lot of trouble. But if you want state secrets, you'll have to ask Garcia. She's the only one with top secret clearance."

"Really? Penelope?"

Aaron nods. "To use the systems she uses, you need confidential clearance. A few months after she started, Strauss realized it was pointless to keep her at confidential clearance, since she's smart enough to find anything she wants to find."

"Good to know."

"I know you have questions about things. But Garcia can get into a lot of trouble even if she doesn't tell you anything."

"Okay." You stroke your fingers over Aaron's torso. "I'd only want to hear state secrets from you anyway. Your voice is sexier."

Aaron huffed a laugh. "Thank you. I don't think you want to hear any of the secrets I know. State secrets are only fun when you don't know them. Once you know... You lose a lot of respect for some people."

You hum and kiss the side of his neck.

"Tell me one? Just enough to get you into trouble."

Aaron rolls over to face you, and whispers into your ear, nipping your earlobe once he's finished.

"Now you can blackmail me," He whispers.

You wrap one of your legs around his hips, grinding into him.

"You're setting a dangerous precedent. Now you know that telling me state secrets turns me on."

Aaron kisses your neck, nipping at the spot he knows you like. "Good to know."

[chvoswxtch]

Congratulations on 3k!!! You deserve all of that and more!!! Thank you for all your hard work and excellent writing!!! <3

Can I request a midnights (from the vault) ticket with either Matthew or Frank (up to you because for the life of me I couldn’t decided. I feel it fits Matt better but Frank is my number 1 boy 🥴) with the quote “You, you love it how I move you. You love it how I touch you. My one, when all is said and done. You'll believe God is a woman”

oh nonnie, i know frank is your main guy, but this song is so matty coded

and y'all know i love some good slutty religious imagery

thank you so much for stopping by the tour!!! 🖤

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

god is a woman (matt's version) (from the vault)*

when all is said and done / you’ll believe god is a woman

Matt didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel this way. He was suspended in a delectable juxtaposition of his body feeling so tightly wound up, but also so completely free despite his righteous fists being pinned to the mattress above his head. His pleas for mercy got mistranslated on their journey from his brain to his tongue and ended up becoming repetitive prayers for more.

But you didn’t punish the Devil for his greed.

Instead, you granted him exactly what he asked for.

After all, he’d been such a good boy. Matt never hesitated to drop to his knees to beg for your forgiveness when another late night turned into another early morning with cold, empty sheets. He often sought retribution at the altar between your thighs, confessing his sins with his wicked tongue tracing each letter of his prayer of penance against your clit. He’d stay on his knees and worship you for as long as you could stand it, and then he’d seek communion in your body, and only when you baptized his greedy cock with the pure essence that flooded from your temple did he finally feel forgiven.

But tonight, you weren’t waiting for Matt to attend worship on his own. You were demanding it.

The fucked out look on Matt’s face as you rode his cock and held his strong hands captive, rendering him fully at your mercy, sent a surge of power through your veins. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the most feared man in the city, was writhing and whimpering beneath you, begging and pleading, and it made you feel like a God. 

Moving your hips in slow, purposeful circles, you elicited the most beautiful hymn from Matt’s lips. He was so close to escaping purgatory, the entrance to the heaven within you dangling in front of him like enticing forbidden fruit. An angelic note of faux sympathy sounded from your lips as you stared down at him.

“You need it, don’t you baby?”

Every single one of Matt’s senses were completely overstimulated, and he was nearly on the verge of tears, he was so desperate. His blank hazel eyes stared up in your direction as if you were the heavens, and his kiss bitten plump lips were parted as he panted, calling out your name over and over like you were the only deity he could remember the name of. He prayed harder to you than he had ever prayed for anything in his entire life. He needed you to grant him permission to the Eden within your walls.

“pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

A deviant grin stretched across your lips watching your Devil fall from grace.

“Let me have it, Matty. Give it all to me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and you knew he would. Matt was devoutly and irrevocably yours; body and soul. 

And at that moment, his God was a woman, and it was you.

[siremasterlawrence]

Client’s Choice: A Night With Andrew Garfield

Meet Cute 1-4

Andrew Garfield anxieties are going through the roof as he exits his car descending onto the red carpet waving his hand, shining with a white teeth shining within in the light as the fans watch on. He hates these type of nights so many fans align the gates screaming so loud in a panic as he stops to conduct an interview with odd young guy and this man has managed to be able. Some how I caught his rare attention on me in one fowl scoop he became deeply obsessed with me the a great love, he is taking me to the side of the red carpet after my interview concluded stoppingshy of kissing me. His eyes are lockingonto me like a dart or a heat seeking missile attacking me head on as our kiss press together and we begin to mash ourselves together and we make not crazily.

“Mr. Garfield? Hello?”

“Call me Andrew “

“What can I do for you?”

“You just did “

“Are you gay?”

“No! I kissed you though”

“Why Andrew? Why?..”

“I felt compelled!”

“What do I intrigue you?”

“You enthrall me”

“What vocabulary !”

“Oh God! You turn me on”

“Excellent! Love to hear it”

“Let’s skip this shit and go”

“Is this not your premier?”

“Who fucking cares”

“Are you emotional?”

“You have seen me “

“Lest dance babe”

“On the red carpet?”

“Are you shocked?”

“I want to show you off””

“Fuck off!”

“Yes Master”

Andrew woke me up the next day laying in his bed as the covers flow off be crawls on top of me spreading his entire body like a bed sheet covering every inch of me like a blanket. We both get up hitting the shower kissing on our way we bump and grind on everything in this universe as his back hit the wall and I held his hand upward very tightly slithering into the shower kicking the door closed. We to the switch as the lights come on flowing into the room we now exposed to the world for a lifetime at this point I am everything to him he can not deny it and we both fall deeply in love with each other. The shower is getting hotter and hotter covering the place up in a blanket of steam heating us in as he grabs my body playing with my the slave has surrender to me.

“Hello Everyone! I can’t believe this”

“Andrew stop “

“Why Master?”

“God! I love you “

“I love him”

“I am his slave “

“ANDREW”

“Forgive me Master”

“I am his property, his slave and he is my all”

“You have blow it all up “

“The world needs to know “

“Know what?”

“I am proud being me”

“Slavery and my inferiority is all that matters”

“You are black god”

“I know, I know “

“Serve me forever “

“With pleasure “

The end

[thecameronchronicles]

Trailer Park Princess

TW: smut. Language. Mentions of drugs. 

SUMMARY: Your relationship with Barry is discovered by your brother,  Rafe, who is less than pleased to say the least…

WORD COUNT: 1100

REQUESTED 

I saw that you were willing to write for Barry if you had the right request so I was thinking. The reader is Rafe’s sister and secretly dating Barry one day Rafe goes to Barry’s house for drugs and catches them in the act.  Rafe of course gets pissed and tries to fight Barry but the reader stops him.  You can decide what happens next. 

Trailer Park Princess 

Wearing "Cameron" as a last name meant you were held to a certain standard. Smiling beside your collective of rehearsed and robotic smiles of a fractured family, excelling on a path of life to which had been guilted and carved by your father and his before him. Which was why the last place you should have been was a trailer on The Cut. Much less one belonging to the drug dealer inhabiting that very residence at the edge of the cross section. But just as your siblings had their vices in their forbidden habits, yours happened to be at the end of Barry's finger tips...

"Oh God..." You groaned, riding against him as you took his cock in stride to each eased movement. He was effortless to bask over as he was submissive in the moment to which you called for dominance. All while he adores what was set before him. 

Your topless torso brought his hands in a ride up your curves and to a cup at either breast as he teased your nipples. A playful snarl and clench of his jaw as you purposely clenched around him would express the comfort he found in you as you showcased this in the arch made of your back. 

"Not yet..." He grunted as this had been your first instigator of a nearing orgasm. 

"But it's been hours, Barry..." He took your jaw in his hand, pulling your mouth slack. 

"I said not yet, pretty girl." The indent made to your ass was enough to make you wince as you were quick to be accommodated. Lips to your neck traveled to your breast, a soft hold fondling the skin, before committing to your nipples. 

"I love those little sounds you make for me...Better than any high..." You pulled him to your lips, a tongue at the ready for exploration as he quickly obliged. Your fingers ran up his arms and through his hair as he slowly grew to a more fervent flush of your skin against this one. Moans exhausted into whimpers as he pinned your hands flat to the mattress surprising you both. The poor box spring worked overtime as usual while the headboard came to a slam to the wall as you ignored these announcements made as a side effect of the writhing he caused of your body. 

"Barry..."

"I love how you say my name...such a pretty girl in such a dirty place...something a bit poetic?" He teased as you clenched harder through his grip before the door of his bedroom slipped open. 

"Rafe?!" You scolded as he took Barry by his shoulder, but was quickly left falling face first towards your feet. 

"Get dressed so you don't look like a fucking whore-'

"No need for such language, country club-"

Rafe glared at you. "What is it with the girls in this family being attracted to The Cut?! What about Topper?' Rafe's suggestion made you shudder. Topper was attractive and successful. But you'd known him since before he'd become both of those things. Leaving him as more of a brother figure than that of a potential suitor by any means. Besides, you saw the claustrophobic life Sarah had managed to distance herself from, only when finding comfort in the arms of John B. Just as you had done the same in Barry. 

"You're just green cause she's getting my shit for free-" Rafe charged towards Barry as you glared at him as he was shameless. With only the bed sheet wrapped around his waist, he lit a blunt to the lips still stained with your lipgloss. 

"It's because of you we even met, so technically it's your fault-" 

"You don't get to put the fact you can't keep your legs closed on me! You wanna act like a slut-" 

"Say that again and you won't be leaving here with that pretty complexion, country club..." 

"Is it the free supply?"

"Couldn't be the fact that I'm possibly happy, is it?"

"Maybe I'm just that good..." Barry teased as Rafe managed to slip beyond your attempts to reserve him before taking a hold of Barry. A single punch struck the unsuspecting casanova before Rafe was pushed away. 

"If it wasn't for her, your ass would be knocked back all the way to your ivory gate, boy-" 

"Rafe! Stop it!" 

"I don't give a shit. You want to fuck up your life, fine. I just came for my shit." He held out his hand to Barry, the irony not lost on your or the man dabbing the blood from his bottom lip. 

"I don't think so..."

"Don't be a dick-"

"I'm going medicinal. Nothing hard from here on out. Wanna get clean..." Barry set his arm over your shoulders. "Got something to work towards for the first time in a while and you're jeopardizing that."

"So you don't have my coke?" You'd scoffed. The moment Rafe had of being a concerned brother would fade at the necessity of his own vive. 

"Maybe you've done a bit too much to hear me. I don't have any-" But to this, Rafe would only rummage through the nearby drawers and cabinets. He managed to do this with the kitchen and living slave before Barry took hold of him. 

"Get your ass out before I knock you on it-"

"I know you have something!".

"I got nothing. Now get before you learn first hand why I call her sweetness..." Barry guided you back to the direction of the bedroom, leaving Rafe at his back. 

It was another reason you adored your correlation with him. He was untouchable by the reach of your family. Where the sound of your surname may send tremors of intimidation to even the most profound of established officials, your name was nothing but a collection of letters to him. Just as Sarah wore the title of Kook princess, you would happily wear the one in contrast as if it meant feeling whenever you did once you were with Barry. 

"Now where were we?"

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pairing; vampire! taehyun x f!reader x vampire!kai/ office!au

warnings; Biting, blood, cunnilingus, implied sex, threesome, boss! taehyun, dom!taehyun, dom!kai, sub!reader, vampires duh, nipple play, dirty talk, degradation, pining, virgin reader, corruption kink.

A/N: this was requested so long ago on wattpad i’m sorry this took me 40 years to write!!

A constant mantra of ‘fuck’ rang through your head as your heels made running up these stairs a lot more difficult than needed be. You’re late to your first day of your new job, and it’s causing fear to prickle your skin.

Of course, the elevator had to be out, why wouldn’t it? The gross feeling of sweat stuck to the back of your neck as you round another staircase, if it wasn’t for the adrenaline, you’re sure you would simply fall apart. Swinging out your phone hazardously, you check the floor level and realize it’s just the next one, so far you’re only late by 3 minutes.

Shoulders visibly lower in relief as you push the door open and take a deep breath.

“Hello, uh, today is my first day. Could you direct me to Mr. Kang’s office?” You huff out, dabbing your forehead with your sleeve. The woman only smiles at you as she gives you the directions, thank god she didn’t mention anything about the obvious rush you’re in.

His office door is huge as you push it open. Who you presume to be Mr. Kang is leaning against his desk, chatting with another man dressed in a fancy suit. They both whip their heads towards you and it makes heat flood to your face, “Oh! I apologize Mr. Kang, I should’ve knocked. I’ll wait outside!” The man only narrows his eyes at you as he responds, “Nonsense, wait there”. His voice is demanding and crisp and it has your eyes widening a fraction. He starts his conversation again so you take the opportunity to glance around. His office is classily cluttered, dark oak bookshelves line the back wall behind his desk, a small seating area is to your left and a nice window view is to your right.

“You must be Ms. Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kai.” The one Mr. Kang was talking to, greets, he even pairs it with a handshake that smoothly turns into a kiss on your knuckles. The feeling of his lips on your skin has your spine straightening out and a shiver snaking up it.

He offers a pretty smile before he leaves through the door behind you. You could practically feel the happiness leave, a sort of bone-deep cold is left in its wake. Your boss’ eyes don’t leave yours as he rounds his desk to take a seat at his chair.

“You’re late.”

“I’m so sorry, there was traffic, and then your elevator was out of order. It won’t happen again.”

He opens his mouth and it sets your heart off once more, your hands fist behind your back in worry as the feeling of your heart beating faster slightly distracts you.

Unpredictably, Mr. Kang shuts his mouth along with his eyes for a second, he breathes heavily through his nose before he gazes at you again. “I expect professionalism, Ms. L/n, don’t make me regret this.” He ends it with a shoo of his hand and you’re gone.

You almost melt against the door when you shut it behind you, blood pumping loudly behind your ears.

The click of your keyboard starts to eat away at your sanity as you open excel for the millionth time just this morning. Your finger seeks out the A key when your boss’ door is flung open, a woman stomps out of it with a box—filled with a multitude of items—in her arms. Trying not to ogle the scene is difficult, but you mask your struggle by typing faster.

The secretary, Ms. Park, runs as fast as her heels will carry her into the office, and if you strain your ears hard enough you can faintly hear their bickering. The entire office is dead silent aside from the sudden, loud clicking of keyboards. Everyone is eagerly waiting in their office chairs for any ounce of knowledge of what’s going on. Your fake-real typing has led you to finishing the file sheet Mr. Kang had requested this morning, your eyes widen in horror, so you wait. And you wait. And you wait a little longer, till almost everyone is gone, and Ms. Park still hasn’t left.

Sucking in a defeated breath, you close your eyes and push back your wheelie chair, standing to your feet. The printer, sadly, works fast and in no time you have your files ready.

“Here goes nothing.” you think to yourself.

The air is tense, even outside of his office, and it sends a chill down your spine. The handle of his door is an inch away from your hand before a, “Aw, Ms. Y/n. Nice to see you again.”

You jump out of your skin at the sudden conversation the man, who was talking with Mr. Kang earlier, started. What was his name?

“Huening, but you can call me Kai, here were you about to give Taehyun those?” He gestures at the stack of papers in your hand. You clear your throat at the way he basically read your mind but decide to pay no mind to it, “Yes, I’m a little worried to go in…it seems he fired his assistant earlier and..” You trail off, looking back and forth between Kai and the door.

“Aw yes. Here, hand them over, I’ll give them to him for you.” A hand extends to yours and you could practically feel the relief melting off of your shoulders. The way he looks at you has heat settling over your skin though, the gaze he sends you is soft, yet it feels as though he’s staring straight through your anatomy.

“Thank you so much…Kai..” The casual name is foreign in this situation and feels wrong leaving your lips, but before you could correct yourself, he’s nodding at you and swinging open the door. Well, at least it was taken care of, a hand reaches up to feel your, now, warm face as you seek your desk.

Going home feels like a blessing.

You’ve always loved Friday, especially with this job. You surprisingly had weekends off and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

The day, thankfully, has been slow. A rumor that Mr. Kang is looking for a new assistant spread rather quickly throughout the floor and it showed in..interesting ways. Some of the women on your floor suddenly had shorter skirts and less buttoned buttons, while the men leaked testosterone and sat on individual high horses all day. You rolled your eyes at their petty attempts.

Your heels click and clack as you make your way back to your computer from the water fountain, you can’t wait to go home and lounge finally, especially since it’s 4:30 at the moment and you have an hour left. Excitement courses through you as you sit again.

Ding!

You freeze. An email notification popping up on your computer stares at you. The email itself doesn’t scare you, the fact that it’s from your boss does.

“Dear Ms. (L/n),

Please meet me in my office at 6:00pm sharp, don’t be late.

Sincerely,

Kang Taehyun.”

Blood drains from your face as your reread the email for the umpteenth time. You have got to be kidding! You only had 30 minutes left, now you have to wait till 6. You honestly want to be upset, but worry clouds your mind instead. Is he upset? Did he find out the vending machine malfunctioned and gave you two bags of pretzels instead of just one?

The questions are never ending as you watch everyone else pack up and go home, you wish more than anything to be them.

Your eyes are drooping by the time your alarm goes off, you had to make sure you wouldn’t be late so you made an alarm for 5:55. The office is eerily quiet as you cover the yawn you inevitably let out. A quick shake of your head has a small bit of sense work it’s way back into your brain as you stand up. You pat down your outfit and step around your desk.

You wearily end up at his door and hesitate a second before knocking.

“Come in.”

A deep breathe helps soothe your nerves as you push open the door and cautiously shut it behind you. Your boss leans back and clasps his hands. You have to admit, you were gifted with an absolutely smoking boss. It’s no secret he’s undeniably attractive and it makes talking to him that much harder.

“You wanted to see me?” Your voice is soft as you shrink into yourself from his predatory gaze.

“As you probably know, Ms. (L/n). I am in need of a new assistant. I read your work yesterday and I must say, it was excellent. I want you to be my assistant.” Your eyes widen as he continues, “But, I must know we work well together first.” He pauses to scribble something down on a piece of paper, “Sir, thank you so much. I’d love to be your assista-“

“Be at this address by 7pm tomorrow.” He cuts you off, his face is unimpressed—per usual. Your heart suddenly sinks to your feet at his demand, his house? Dinner? You will admit you’ve never been in this situation before, but there’s no way you can turn it down.

“Oh—of course, I’ll be there.” You nervously smile before he dismisses you.

The large door shuts behind you and a deep sigh leaves your lungs. It was definitely nerve wracking to be asked such a thing, but you still have working eyeballs. Your boss is an insanely attractive man and you can’t put out the spark of curiosity that roars to life in your heart.

Getting ready was surely interesting, did he want you to look work casual? Normal casual? Dinner party ready?

Brainstorming was not helping until you started skimming through your clothes. After what felt like hours of flipping through the fabrics, you found a simple white dress. It wasn’t too extravagant and it wasn’t too casual. The only thing that worried you was the neckline, it sank a little too low for your liking, but time was running out and you weren’t even showered yet.

“Fuck it, I’ll be fine.”

By the time you were showered and put together it was 6:37, pangs of panic and fear struck through you until you were plugging the address into your gps and speeding down the street. Relief washed over your tense form as the robotic voice finally tells you your destination is ahead on the right.

Your eyes widen as your jaw drops, his house was huge? You had no idea there was such large houses only 15 minutes away from your own.

The air was cold as it nipped at your skin, you couldn’t feel it though. The anxiety in your stomach made your skin flush even in the 30 degree weather. Looking back at your car, you almost laugh at the contrast. A normal looking car parked in front of such a luxurious house was comical.

His front door seemed 30 feet taller than you as you sucked in a breath and hesitantly knocked on it. There was a big part of you that wished to simply melt into a puddle and cease to exist, the smaller part of you yearned to have the item of clothing draped over your body yanked off in a timely fashion.

Heat struck your face at the lewd thoughts, heart rate somehow picking up even faster.

“Ms. (Y/n), it’s great to see you again.” Your boss’ friend, Mr. Huening, told you as he slid open the door. He was wearing a red dress shirt with black pants, and the cherry on top were the buttons that sat near his collar that were unbuttoned. Even the smallest peak of his smooth chest piqued your interest.

A beat passes as your eyes drink in his skin before you stutter back to life.

“M-Mr. Huening, it’s nice to see you again as well. Mr. Kang didn’t tell me you’d be joining us.” You pray he didn’t notice your wandering eyes earlier but it seems you’re out of luck as a subtle smirk graces his face. His black hair falls in front of his eyes, making them even more lustful and dark looking.

Said eyes drift down your body, momentarily pausing on the low neckline you’re sporting, before drifting back upward to your nervous features.

“Yes, I came over last minute. I hope that’s not a problem.” His smirk widens as he steps to the side to let you in.

Inside the house was even more grand than the outside, the floor is black marble while the walls are a light gray. He guides you past what you assume is the living room, a gigantic tv is hung on the wall to your left, white matching furniture lingers before it neatly.

Soon you enter another room, a black table takes up the middle and it’s set up nicely. Silverware, plates, and cups are settled on the wood, waiting to be used. Mr. Huening takes it upon himself to pull out the chair at the end of the table for you, and as you sit down, he pushes it back in and leans down dangerously close to ear, “I hope tonight is enjoyable…” before finding his own seat next to you.

The absence of his warm breath across your neck has need start to settle into your skin, a hot flame is brought to life in your abdomen.

“Ms. (L/n), thank you for coming. I hope you didn’t wait long.” Comes from one of the doors, Mr. Kang steps towards the empty chair opposite of his friend. Shaking your head with a small smile, you say, “Oh no, I just arrived. No worries.” Your boss is dressed similar to Mr. Huening, but with a black shirt in place of Huening’s red. It takes all of your might to not stare at him as he sits down.

He nods before somebody walks in quickly, filling all of your plates with pasta and bread and your glasses with an expensive looking wine. When they are finished Mr. Kang dismisses them with a nod of his head.

The eating portion of the night was quiet, though words were not spoken often, eyes wandered and stared. Mr. Huening couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it only seemed to tick your boss off. He only seemed to add gasoline to the fire in your abdomen, your thighs rubbed together under the table and you wished more than anything that they didn’t notice.

“That was delicious, truly, shall we move this to the living room?” Mr. Huening asks, before either of you could even answer, he rose from his chair and walked over to you, pulling your chair out as well.

Empty wine glasses sat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were currently being squished on. The two men took it upon themselves to scoot closer and closer until you were sure your panties were drenched.

Answering their questions was easy, keeping your breath steady was proving to be difficult. Especially when they both flung an arm over the back of the couch behind your head. And especially when their questions took a turn, first they were things like “Where did you go to school?” to “Do you have any pets?” to “Are you a virgin?”

The question was asked so innocently it took you off guard, yet their faces didn’t change. It’s like they asked the most casual question.

“O-oh, yes….I am.” Your skin flushed as the neckline you were wearing suddenly felt very exposing. The slight breeze you felt through it brought a shiver down your spine. You gulped down a gasp when their cold fingers started to tickle the skin of your exposed thighs, hands gaining more confidence by the second.

Both men hummed at your answer. The air around was like lava as you breathed it in, and it didn’t help that their hands found their places on your knees and thighs.

“Oops.”

The clinking of change meeting the floor catches your attention, a quarter lays on the dark marble a few feet in front of you.

“I’m sorry, could you grab that for me, Doll?”

A light shuddered breath left your lips as you nod and bend over to grab the change. You’re not able to make eye contact with him as you pass the quarter back, the skin of his hands are still ice cold as he plucks it from your fingers.

“She smells great doesn’t she, Taehyun? Her little heart is going so fast, it’s cute really.” Mr. Huening mutters across to his friend as he lessens the distance between himself and your neck. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as your boss rolls his eyes with a sigh. “I really thought this was going to be different.”

“Uh, what-what do you mean?” It’s becoming difficult to speak as the man next to you noses your pulse point greedily, even more so when his frigid hands drift up the expanse of your thigh.

“It seems my friend over here can’t keep it in his pants, so, what do you say?”

Was this how you wanted to lose your virginity? The thought plagues you as both men close in, the heat making thinking too difficult. With a weak “o-ok.” you were shoved into your bosses chest, his sturdy stature felt addicting against your back. Before you know it, your pretty white dress is pooled around your waist and Mr. Huening is taking his time mapping out your thighs with his tongue.

“Mr. H-Huening…” you whine as he bites you, “Why so formal? You can call us by our names.” He hotly chuckles against your panties.

The initial contact of Kai’s tongue against your heated cunt was obstructed by the fabric of your panties, nonetheless you were already keening and subconsciously grinding into his awaiting mouth. “Let’s not play with our food.” Taehyun mutters towards his friend’s direction.

In same second, Kai slips your damp panties off and indulges himself, the feeling of a sharp object drifts up from the juncture of your neck. It’s like your brain splits in half trying to rationalize both feelings, so a jumbled moan and whine spills as both feelings heighten.

“T-taehyun?” You’re finally able to garble out, “What-“

His sharp teeth dig into the juncture of your neck and suddenly you forget how to speak.

“I knew she’d like the surprise, virgins are always such little whores.” Kai breathes out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt to drag his own sharp teeth down the sensitive skin of your thigh. Your limbs tense around his head at the unfamiliar feeling, but, shockingly, his grip easily spreads them. It looks as though you weigh nothing as he goes back to rolling your clit with his tongue. His teeth seem to have shrunken as well, as you don’t feel the sharpness you were expecting.

The strong fire in your gut is amplified as Taehyun takes it upon himself to pull your neckline down under your breasts. His fingers are merciless as they pluck and twist at your sensitive nipples. Don’t even start on how much you react to how cold his fingertips are.

“T-taehyun….Kai.” Breathing is difficult as the man behind you massages your chest like no other, and the man between your legs thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole.

“Aw, are you gonna cum? How pathetic, beg first.” His tone is unwavering and gravelly as a hand drifts up to your neck, and up to your jaw. It pushes your head back against his shoulder and your left trying to understand how to speak. It doesn’t help that he drags his tongue and fangs down the column of your flushed and sweaty throat.

“P-please, I need it so bad. Nobodies ever made me cum before.” You whine into the thick air, Kai groans and somehow eats you out faster, while Taehyun takes a deep shuddered breath, “Good girl.”

White heat fills you entirely as the pressure in your gut unexpectedly bursts, during the indescribable pleasure, a stinging pain that intensifies your orgasm by a million is felt on your pulse point. Your body goes numb for a second as the pleasure hits another level of mind blowing. Taehyun’s grip on your jaw tightens as he maneuvers your head to look the opposite way, giving him more access to your neck.

Once it finally ends, you try and catch your breath to the best of your ability. “I knew you’d taste delicious. Your turn next, Kai.”

You’re finally able to look around and comprehend what’s happening when Taehyun gets up and switches places with his friend. The sides of his mouth are painted red as he licks at his stained lips. Complaints and questions die on your tongue as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his dress pants, and palms himself all infront of you.

It’s a delicious sight when he grips your thighs and presses them against your chest as Kai messily makes out with the untouched side of your neck, you can feel the hickies blooming onto your skin as he marks you.

“Can you do something for me, whore? Or are you too dumb to understand?” Taehyun spits, eyes narrowing at your fucked out expression. “Say please.”