#C.S. LEWDNESS

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Hello, I'm professional Fan-Fiction writer C.S. Lewdness....It's nice to make your acquaintance.

[chrissdollie]

honeymoon - c.s

a/n: lil blurb, nothing special c:

summary: honeymoon sex with chris lmao

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD, smut obv, mdni + ageless blogs, p in a v, curisng, fem reader, virginity loss (though its not stated) wc:

"my wife-- my wife." chris groans, throwing his head back as he pounds his length into your tight walls. your prettily manicured nails scratch down the boy's back needily, your jaw dropped open. it's disgustingly lewd-- the smacking of his balls against the curve of your ass, your loud moans, and the heavy breathing shared between you two on your first intimate night together.

"yes !! aww shit it's so goodd.." you whine, rutting your hips against his. your tongue falls out of your mouth before chris leans in, kissing the muscle before shoving his tongue down your throat. the intimacy of it all gets to your head and you wrap your hand around the back of your new husband's head, shoving him closer to you, his pace never slowing down. he messily moves his face around, licking your chin to then move down to sucking your throat.

"fuckk i'm g'na.." you start but cut yourself off with a scream of your husband's name, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. he smirks wildly watching you fall apart on his cock. "cmon, babe.. ah shit- wanna feel you.. missus sturniolo.." he bites into his lip hard enough to draw blood when you convulse around him abruptly, releasing all over his bottom half and the bed. he kisses your cheek innocently, still pumping in and out of you. you writhe against his hold at the oversensitivity. he lowers his head to suck on your cute tits while he busts his load into you.

you hum, throwing your head back as your stroke his messy brown hair. chris grunts when he pulls out, resting his head on your shoulder to recollect himself. "oh my fucking word." he pants, leaving little open mouthed kisses on your skin. you giggle tiredly before sighing dreamily. you feel a small smile against your shoulder and look down at your boy. you grin with him. "what?" you whisper. his blue eyes look up at you lovingly. "was i any good?" he chuckles adorably. you immediately nod like a puppy. "oh yes- so good. we haveta do that again sometime." you two giggle together sweetly.

"...how bout we do it again now?" he cheekily grins, orbs filled with lust. you slowly open your legs again. "sure, we have the rest of forever anyhow."

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[tinybeetiny]

I'll Make You Sing: C.S

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

->Starring: Rockstar!SanXafab!Reader

->Genre: Smut

->Cw: Explicit language, oral (f receiving), SAN is down bad fr

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You stand in the sea of people watching your best friend get lost in the lyrics. You love watching San perform. Something about how he's a different person is so captivating. His usual soft personality is nowhere in sight. This particular show had you looking at him in a whole new light. The way his hand gripped the microphone and the way his lips moved made your thighs clench. You can't focus on anything; the bodies around you disappear, and the sound muffles. His head leans back and the sweat drips down his neck. When his eyes meet yours, you feel a strange feeling shoot through you. Sure San was attractive, but you've never looked at him that way until recently. You don’t know if it’s the little dry spell you’re going through but everything he does seems to affect you in some way and the fact that you both live together doesn't help at all. You wonder if he notices the way you stare when his shirt rides up when he's reaching for something or if he can hear your moans from your bedroom.

Your mind wanders thinking of how he would kiss you softly as if he was going to break you and the next thing you know you're on your couch. Your shirt is discarded by the door. He reaches behind you and unhooks your bra letting it slide down your arms, the cold air causes your nipples to harden. He stares at you in awe and you can’t help but cover yourself, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red “No no don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful” he says softly. He presses another light kiss to your lips before peppering little kisses to your neck and trailing down to your breast, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Little moans leave your lips and he switches over to the other nipple giving it the same amount of attention. He trails more kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans "Please San. I need you" You beg, squirming around on the cushions below you. He wastes no time unbuttoning the denim pants and sliding them down your legs. You're left in your pretty pink lace panties that makes his cock achingly hard. You bring your legs up as he slides the frilly fabric off.

San places a hand on both of your knees spreading them to get a good look at your glistening folds, the sight of your sticky lips peeling apart causes a low growl to escape his chest "Look at that. Such a pretty pussy" his thumb comes down and presses against your clit “So wet for me. So responsive” he watches as your grip the couch cushion when he rubs little circles on your sensitive nub. "Such pretty little noises just for me yeah? Just for me?" his fingers travel down to your fluttering hole pushing just his fingertip in "Fuck San just for you" you gasp, bucking your hips trying to get more "What do you want? Use your words pretty girl" He kneels down on the ground, eye level with your dripping cunt and he can feel his mouth water “Want your mouth please”

He leans down and presses his tongue flat against you before dragging it up and attaching his lips to your clit. A soft chorus of moans leave your lips as your fingers weave their way into his hair, pulling him closer into your pussy. His bruising grip on your thighs only added to the pleasure you felt "Fuck San that feels so good." You tug a little more harshly on his hair as you grind against his face.

The lewd sound of his slurping fills your shared living room. He pulls away and his thumb comes to rub circles in your clit. His lips and chin glisten in your essence and you don’t think he’s ever looked so good. He looks at you with drunken eyes “I love you” he sighs resting his head against your thigh and you feel your heart flutter "You what?" You're not sure if you heard him right "Sh we'll talk after" His lips attach to your clit and your head falls back onto the couch. His soft tongue felt like heaven as he licked “Oh fuck San you’re gonna make me cum” Your hands grip his hair again and your back arches off the couch as your orgasm washes over you. He lets out a deep moan lapping up your release with his tongue. He gives your clit a couple of small kisses before looking up at you “You look flustered are you okay? (y/n)" You look down at him confused "(y/n)?"

You feel someone shaking your shoulders and you blink, looking around you. San stands in front of you looking concerned "Are you okay?" He asks, hands still on your shoulders "Hm?" You look at him feeling lost "The show ended 45 minutes ago and you were just standing here"

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[papaya-twinks]

soft as show, hard as ice - c.s

Warnings: Smut, 18+, blowjob, throat fuck, praise

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

You and Carlos had had the idea to try a throat fuck for ages, but you’d either forgotten or didn’t have time. But now, here you were, with all the time in the world, as he brushed your hair from your face, kissing your jaw softly.

You were on your back, laying across the bed, your wrists tied together with his belt, one of his hands stroking up and down his thick, hard cock, the other caressing your face and moving your hair from your eyes.

“Fuck, princesa,” he groaned, slowly aligning the pad of his thumb on the cushion of your lower lip, “you look so good right now,”. You said nothing, slowly suckling on his digit as he pulled your body forwards, your head hanging over the edge of the bed.

The angle created the perfect pathway for his cock to slide in and out of your mouth when he was ready to do so, his thumb caressing over your pink tongue, your teeth grazing the skin of his knuckle. “You ready?” Carlos asked, to which you nodded.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable stretch as he rested his leaking tip on your lips, his pre-cum coating your lips like lube as he pushed in, a groan and a hiss leaving his lips, his head on your warm tongue.

Your eyes watered as he continued to inch inside of your mouth, your salvia warm and your mouth soft, your tongue immediately lapping at the vein on the underside of his cock. “That’s it,” Carlos encouraged you, his breath laboured,

You couldn’t say anything but gag as he bottomed out in your mouth, waiting a few seconds before he pulled out, spreading your salvia over his cock, watching you cough and splutter for air. “Is this okay, princesa?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were fine with it all.

You nodded, opening your mouth to receive his cock as he slid inside, your tongue lapping once more at his member from what you could reach - even though he was the one who could dictate the proper movements.

You moaned against his member as he started rocking, a groan falling from his parted lips, a stray strand of hair falling in front of his eyes as the sound of his cock slopping against your lips echoed through the room.

A dribble of your own salvia - mixed with his own pre-cum - trickled down from your lips, sliding down your cheek, stopped by his thumb as he rocked, your gags like music to his ears, the sounds wet and lewd - exactly what he wanted.

“F-Fuck,” he groaned, “Y/N,” he gasped, your name falling from his lips like a prayer before he pulled out once more to allow you some air, before he instantly filled your mouth again, his cock warm and twitching against your tongue.

“Gonna cum down your throat,” he grunted, his hands balling into the bed sheets, twisting it round his fingers tightly as you gagged, his hips jerking into your mouth, almost involuntarily, his hands moving to your hair once more.

Carlos groaned again, his eyes fluttering shut as you felt his seed pool down your throat - thick, warm and hot as he slowly pushed his cum back into your throat, keeping his hands bunched into your hair. You coughed, gasping for air as he pulled out, your eyes watering.

“Y-You good?” he stepped back almost shakily, catching sight of your lashes clinging together thanks to your own tears. “It was good,” you nodded, wiping his cum from your lip and dipping it back into your mouth.

“That’s one way to give me a Christmas present,” he mumbled, sitting onto the bed, patting his thighs for you to come and sit. “I believe I owe you a favour back,” he said, pushing you onto your back as you gulped - this was gonna be torturous yet so fucking good.

[thisbookbabe]

08 Prince caspian by C.S. Lewis

The thing I can say that struck me in the fourth book in the Narnia series was the value mice placed on their tail. While the adventure seemed ordinary to me, when I reached that part (in the last chapter, actually), I felt compelled to analyse what symbolism this might mean. Fortunately or unfortunately, I fell upon a somewhat lewd analysis. Quoted below is that striking passage so anyone who…

[youwouldtreatittenderly]

I know it’s been like seven years, but I still can’t believe C.S. Pacat teased me like that with the idea of Laurent fucking Damen in Kings Rising and then never mentioned it again.

Everyone talks in such a lewd and sometimes degrading way about Laurent being a bottom in the books, so I love the idea of him taking charge and being the one doing the fucking now that he finally has someone he can trust.

[wooyunhwa]

kingdom of welcome addiction | C.S.

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Genre: smut (mostly suggestive in this part though)

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: blood drinking, virgin mc

Synopsis: When you accidentally summon a bloodthirsty demon boy to your bedroom, you form an unexpected contract with him.

A/N: Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always!

If you had to read the words pythagorean theorem one more time, you were gonna smash your brains in. 

You reached over to your phone, unlocking your screen to the group chat. 

y/n: anyone wanna come over and help me with this dumb problem? my heads gonna implode. 

chaeyeon: busy tonight, Y/N. lol, just summon a demon or smth. 

yuri: lmao that ouija board is still there right? I think we left it under your bed 

chaeyeon: I don’t think you summon demons with a ouija board, yuri

y/n: ugh you guys are no help. brb, summoning demon...

You realized how weird this conversation would sound from an outside perspective, but it was a sort of inside joke you had within your friend group. You and your friends had joked about ‘summoning a demon’ before, and you’d even used a Oujia board a few times and done fake seances to freak each other out. The results were always disappointing—not that you ever actually wanted to contact the dead or anything, but you were at least hoping for a spooky story or something you could tell. 

You knew they were joking around, but your brain felt a little delirious from all the math churning it into mush. 

You switched tabs from your test, typing in the search bar “how to summon a demon”. You chuckled a little under your breath at the ridiculousness. But at least then you could tell your friends you actually tried. They’d get a kick out of that. 

You followed a few rabbit holes down some forums, mockingly reciting strings of incomprehensible Latin. If you were gonna do this, you were gonna commit fully. 

“You called?”

You scrambled backwards, nearly jumping a foot off the bed at the sudden unfamiliar voice echoing in the room. 

Then you saw him. 

He was perched on your bookshelf, one leg dangling lackadaisically over the edge, the other folded up at his side. You caught a glimpse of his piercing crimson-red eyes illuminated in the dim candle-lit room. He looked particularly cat-like in his position, a devilish grin painted on his face, what looked like fangs coming to two sharp points in his mouth.

The man picked up a pen from your bookshelf, twirling it in his hand casually with playful twists of his fingers. “You’re new…” he mused, glancing at you up and down. “And... cute. Fresh blood. How'd you get my number, hmm?”

You sat stunned, dizzy from confusion. Your words were lodged in your throat, unable to utter a single sound. This had to be a dream, right? Had you fallen asleep while working on your homework? It wouldn't be the first time.

He tapped his fingers impatiently against the oak of the bookcase, waiting for your next move. The only words you could manage came out in a hoarse croak, shaky and uncertain. "This—I'm dreaming…" 

He shook his head, clicking his tongue tauntingly against his teeth. "Oh, there's a lot of things I could do right now to assure you you aren't," he started, the gleam in his eye particularly sinister as he drew his gaze up and down. "But trust me. You wouldn't want that." 

“Who—”

“I have a lot of names, but you can just call me San. Your friendly neighborhood demon.” He flashed a fiendish smirk. “Well, maybe don’t linger too much on the ‘friendly’ part.”

“D—demon?”

“What, you didn’t know? You’re the one who summoned me, darling.” He drew out his words, slowly, carefully, continuing to play with the pen in his fingers. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, as if he had the power to kill you at any moment. He probably did.  

He pressed his palms against the top of the shelf to hoist himself off, the books on it threatening to topple with the sudden movement. The minute he vaulted down from the shelf, you were able to get a better look at him. 

The first thing that drew your eye was his impossibly broad shoulders, accentuated by the tight cut of his shirt. It contrasted against his tiny waist, cinched in neatly with a belt. His proportions were unreal, and so very fittingly non-human. He was undoubtedly the most incredible sight you'd ever seen in your life, human or otherwise. He made his way over to the bed where you sat. You snapped your laptop closed, pushing it to the side, your blood turning to ice as he inched closer to you. The way he sauntered across the floor almost seemed like he was floating, like gravity was merely a fun game to him.  

He poised himself over you, his powerful stance alone commanding you to look at him. His fingernail dragged under your chin with a distinct sting, pulling your gaze up to his intense eyes. It was cold, like a dull knife, causing your body to tremble slightly. His piercing eye-contact was entrancing, even spell-binding—you couldn't tear your eyes away. "How cute," he teased sing-songily, “you’re a virgin.”

Your eyes widened, still pulled in by his magnetic gaze. “How did you—” 

"I can smell one from a mile away. The scent… it's just so…" he paused to lick his lips, drawing his tongue slowly over his black metal lip ring. "delicious." 

“Anyway, you must have had a reason to summon me, no? A soul to harvest? A sacrifice maybe?” Something about his tone was giddy at the idea. “At your service, darling.” He drew down in a playful bow, his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

You hated to say it, but he was entirely your type. From up close, you could see his other piercings more clearly, several earrings lining both ears, glimmering against the cartilage. His right eyebrow donned a shaved slit, decorated with another piercing. Of course the demon you summoned in your dream would be your ideal man. Well, he kind of looked like the edgy Hot-topic boy of your 7th grade self’s dreams, but you couldn’t deny that was still kind of your type still. His jet-black hair framed the sharp cut of his jaw perfectly—you were sure he could see you practically drooling over him at this point.  He looked crafted by heaven—hell?—itself.  

Even so, no single part of you desired for him to take your virginity right this second. Maybe under different circumstances, but not with the time ticking down on your math assignment and the fact that he was a fucking demon you just conjured into your room.

You shook your lewd thoughts out of your head, worried for a moment that demons might have some sort of mind-reading powers you weren’t aware of. “Well, uh, actually… I need help with my math homework.”

He snickered, his eyes trained on you like prey. “You can’t be serious. Tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m kind of serious. It’s like 10% of my grade.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth again, breaking eye contact finally, and you felt a sense of relief as you finally had a moment to breathe away from his suffocating glare.“For someone who just summoned a demon you’re a real buzzkill.”  He perched himself on the edge of the bed, resting his butt lightly against the edge of the frame. “Fine,” he groaned. “Let’s say I actually helped you. You know how this works, right? If I do something for you, you have to give me something in return.”

You gulped. This was a dream, it had to be, and the best you could do was go along for the ride. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel shaken, despite doing your best to convince yourself it wasn’t real—like some sort of subconscious defense mechanism your body employed in danger. And, well, he kind of seemed like danger. “Like what?”

“Well, normally...” He glanced back over, pinning you down with his gaze once again. “It’d be your soul.” 

Your breath stopped in your throat. You weren’t quite sure if you were ready to give up your entire soul for 10% of your math grade, although that was a pretty accurate metaphor for your college experience. 

“Your virginity maybe?” he hummed, drawing his tongue back over his lips, then, seeing your expression, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “No? Damn. It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Um… I can offer to make you dinner?”

He paused, his eyes widening for a second, then burst into a cacophony of laughter. It was the first time he broke his exterior, and for a moment, he looked a bit more human. “I’ll take it.” Then, more “but you realize a contract with a demon is binding, right?”

 “So, I’m contractually obligated to make you dinner, that’s what you’re saying?”

He paused, his smile turning amused once more. “Feisty. I like you,” he winked flirtatiously, sending heat rising in your cheeks. You hated to say it, but he was devilishly charming, on top of being probably the hottest being, human or not, you’d ever seen. 

You glanced at your phone, noting the time ticking down slowly but surely.  “Okay, I’m not joking. The math. My assignment is due in 45 minutes.” 

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

He sat next to your side on the bed for a while, guiding you through the problems like some sort of hot e-boy math tutor. Not that you were complaining about that. The way he sat was surprisingly cute, one leg tucked up at his side, the other folded underneath him.

“Where’d you learn math, anyway?” you asked, admiring his immaculate side profile as his eyes trained on the laptop screen, typing the answers in. “They have like, demon school or something?”

He gave you a side glance, and you once again felt uneasy under the heat of his gaze. “A demon never reveals his secrets.”

“I thought that was a magician.” 

He visibly stifled a laugh, pressing his lips tightly to avoid giving you the satisfaction of breaking his serious exterior. “Can you be quiet? I’m focusing. I’m a demon, not a mathematician. This is way out of my scope of work,” he grumbled through his teeth. 

You watched him silently as he worked. As he typed, his tongue lingered just outside his parted lips in concentration. “Even you sitting next to me is distracting,” he hissed quietly. “You don’t realize what your scent is doing to me right now.”

Right. Your virgin scent. Was that really so appealing to him? 

“Fine. I guess I’ll go make dinner. You promise you’re gonna turn this in in time?” 

“I’m contractually obligated,” he responded dryly. 

You hoisted yourself off the bed and headed to the kitchen to make dinner,  but something about leaving a stranger in your room felt strange. No stranger than accepting he was a demon, though, you supposed. 

You returned with a large plate of pasta, pretty much the only thing you had on hand. He received it apprehensively from you. 

“What?” you asked, offended at his look of disgust. “Sorry, I didn’t have any fresh human souls on hand. My bad.”  

You sat across from him on the bed, watching in fascination as he nibbled slowly at the thin spaghetti noodles. “You have any hot sauce or anything?” he asked, wincing as he took a few more bites. 

“I barely had enough pasta to feed two people. I’m a broke college student. Anyway, I never forced you to accept the dinner offer.” 

“I didn’t think it’d be so bland. What, you didn’t know demons prefer spicy food?”

“I didn’t know demons existed until today. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. This is all a dream I’m going to wake up from in a bit anyway.”

A wicked smirk danced up on his lips again. “Oh, you still think it’s a dream? Cute,” he sang condescendingly. “Well, then I guess it wouldn’t matter if I did this...”  

Your heart seemed to stop in your chest as he crawled forward on his palms. You felt his breath linger on your neck first, then the gentle scrape of his pointed canines against your sensitive skin. Every hair on your body stood up. He pressed them down slightly, just enough to feel the tension on your flesh. Then he bit harder, nearly piercing as he sunk them in.

You reeled back, shoving him off you breathlessly. “What the fuck-”

“You still think it’s a dream? Then it wouldn’t matter if it sunk my teeth in. You’d just wake up, right? Isn’t that how dreams are supposed to work?” he taunted, a smile curled up on his lip. His fangs gleamed under the still-dim light of your bedroom. “Humans are so amusing,”   

You wiped at your neck, rubbing circles where his teeth pinched your skin. He sat himself upright again and stood up from the bed. “Well, my end of the deal is over. Consider you released from your contract.” 

“You’re leaving?”

“Well I’m not gonna stay here.” His hand came up to his ear like a phone. “Call me if you have a soul to harvest. You know my number.” 

He was gone before you could blink, like an apparition, disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Your eyelids grew heavier as you reflected what had just happened, and you wondered what would happen if you fell asleep in a dream. Would you just wake up? 

You collapsed into bed, still unsure whether or not the past few hours had actually happened or not. Part of you hoped they had—there was something about him that was so deeply captivating, you would do anything to see him again. 

As he said, you did have his ‘number’.

You woke up dazed, still unsure if you had dreamt the events of the night before. The only sure way to know was to check your assignment—if you had really fallen asleep while doing your homework, you wouldn’t have turned the assignment in, right?

You opened your online class page, scanning for the assignment, and there it was, in bold letters: 

Submitted: 98%. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You felt two distinct emotions: relief that you got the assignment turned in, and complete disbelief that your encounter last night was not part of your imagination.

You could summon him again. 

He seemed about as harmless as a demon could seem. At first, he had been entirely intimating—his aura made it seem like he could have eaten your soul right there with no second thoughts. But watching that powerful being, capable of so much evil and chaos, do something as mundane as your math homework… that was the most entertaining, and almost adorable thing, you’d ever witnessed. 

Besides, you had something he desired, something you could dangle in front of him to keep him coming back. You had your virginity, which seemed to be the ultimate prize for a demon like him. The way he had talked about it last night, it seemed you were irresistible for him. But he also accepted your rejection so easily. 

As long as you kept drafting up meaningless contracts, he had to oblige, right? You weren’t sure exactly how it worked, but that’s how it seemed from your interactions last night. If it worked like you thought it did, his job as a demon was to make a contract with his summoner, no matter how insignificant, as long as he takes something in return. 

That night, you read the same latin phrase you had before he’d appeared, this time off a sticky note push-pinned in your wall. 

You heard him again before you saw him, and you whipped your head around to see where he was standing behind you. 

He wore the same playful, devilish smirk, displaying his fangs. “Hmm, you decided to let me harvest your soul now, have you? That was quick.”

It had barely been 24 hours, and yet you’d already forgotten how incredibly hot he was, for lack of a better word. Your lips parted slightly in awe, forgetting for a second to formulate a response. 

“I hope your silence is a yes,” he interrupted. 

You shook your attraction to him out of your head for a moment, remembering what you brought him here for. “I want you to clean my bathroom.”

He laughed in disbelief, plopping himself down on the bed. “I’m sorry, you want me to what?”

“That’s how this works right? I summon you and do what I want. And I give you something in return.” You leaned against the desk behind you. 

“What am I, your errand boy?”

“But that is how this works, right?”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth in annoyance. “Yes,” he grumbled reluctantly. “But what do I get this time?”

“I cook you dinner again.”

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“I’ll let you bite my neck. Draw blood if you want.”

His eyes widened at your proposal. His reaction confirmed your suspicion—the blood of a virgin must be like crack to a demon like him. His face went flush. “Deal,” he confirmed eagerly. 

You watched him as he cleaned, and there was something satisfying about watching this bloodthirsty demon scrubbing the bathtub on his hands and knees. He almost looked a bit pathetic. You stood in the door frame, unable to help from grinning at making him perform such menial tasks. A lot more was at stake now than just dinner, so you might as well have some fun with his end of the bargain. Even on his knees, you couldn’t help but watch him in awe. Every part of him was sculpted immaculately—his appearance was distinctly human, and yet he was in all other ways otherworldly. 

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to some human’s lowly errand boy,” he hissed through his teeth. 

“Less talking, more scrubbing,” you demanded with a smirk, and he shot you a deathly glare. 

You followed through with your promise of dinner, and this time you came prepared with hot sauce. He devoured it eagerly, and you felt proud for making a dinner worthy of a demon’s praise. 

But there was still one more promise you had to follow through on, and the thought made your head spin.  

He sat across from you on the bed, eyes trained on your neck in a very un-subtle display of desire. You’d never felt so wanted, even if it was just the thought of your virgin blood that had him practically drooling. 

“You sure about this?” he asked hesitantly. It was strange that he was even asking permission, as he seemed so eager the other night to just sink his teeth right into you. 

“I’m contractually obligated,” you teased dryly. Then, more seriously, “But yes, I am.” 

He placed his left hand on your neck, steadying it in place. His fierce, almost predatory gaze washed over you completely. 

He leaned forward, parting his lips to drag his teeth gently along your neck. You tipped your head back, giving him a better angle. He teased there for a while, lingering his sharp canines on your skin. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, the warmth of it sending chills rocketing down your spine. Your lips parted slightly, gentle moans escaping at the sensation. The situation was predatory, and yet it felt completely sensual in a way you couldn’t quite describe.

He paused for a moment, lips fluttering over your skin as he spoke. “You have no idea how hard it is not to completely drain you,” he whispered, voice dripping off his tongue with a sort of lustful hunger. “I promise I’ll only take a bit.”

He sunk down, and you heard it before you felt it—the distinct sound of teeth piercing flesh. You cried out a bit, bringing your own hand to your mouth to muffle your whines. It stung a bit, but in a twisted way, there was something about it you liked. You felt his tongue draw over your wound slowly, lapping deliberately at the fresh blood like a starved animal.  

He moaned against you, and it echoed in your ear like the most divine sound you’ve ever heard. He may have been a demon, but his noises sounded like they came from heaven itself. He pulled your waist against his as he slowly bathed his tongue over the punctured flesh, his fingers squeezing as he grasped at your waist. He littered a few faint kisses across your blood-stained skin, moving slightly down towards your shoulder blades. The sudden sensation drew soft, pleasured moans from your lips. 

As he finally pulled away, parting his lips tenderly away from your skin, you caught the faintest glimmer of his blacked-out eyes before they flickered back to normal. His deep red irises sparkled like rubies as he maintained eye contact. He brought one of his hands up from your waist, gently wiping at his blood-stained lips with the back of his palm. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself for a second. Your skin tastes so sweet, like candy,” he praised softly, voice deep and wanting. “And your blood, fuck—it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted.”

The seductive gleam in his eye signaled that you had awoken something in him, something you hadn’t meant to. He was still holding you, probably without even noticing, but you didn't want to draw his attention to it quite yet. You wanted to experience it for just a bit longer if you could. Something about the way he held your waist against his made you crave more of him. 

Almost as if a switch flipped, his expression went dark, his fingernails suddenly digging all the way into your waist. You yelped in pain as he nearly punctured the skin through your clothes. “I need you to walk away from me right now. Before I do something I’ll regret,” he growled. You watched as his eyes flashed to the same demonic black for a moment. 

You gulped, slowly backing yourself away from him, scrambling off the bed. "Farther," he groaned painfully, his breathing becoming heavy and labored. His hands clenched at the blanket on the bed, balling into restrained fists. "Now."

You ran from the room, your feet moving before you even knew where they were taking you. You ran all the way down the hallway to the front door, sliding your back down against it as you collapsed to the floor. Your limbs shook weakly, trying to calm yourself down. You must have sat there for an hour or more, completely frozen, not quite aware of the passing of time. You wiped the blood of your neck, but it didn't do much, smearing it across. 

When you managed to finally stand up again, you made your way hesitantly towards the door of the bedroom, swinging your head around the doorframe first. 

"San…?" you called apprehensively.

But he was gone, leaving only a light imprint on the sheets of the blood-stained bed and two deep punctures in your neck to remind you he was ever there.

[to be continued]

[barnesbabee]

‘Yes, Mr. Choi.’ || C.S [2]

Summary: Most bosses give you work, this one however got you worked up.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: Over 1k I bet

Genre: Smut, Angst, Sadness?

A/N: Definitely doing a part three to this, I’m loving this concept lol

  [1] [2] [ꜰɪɴᴀʟ]

 It was only when you got home that night and sat down on your couch with a bottle of wine that you realized what you were doing to yourself... Seeing that man, letting him control you... It was damaging you. You’d never agreed that you would be exclusive to him, but every time you even tried to see another man, to have a date with another man it didn’t work out. 

  No one was as enticing as Mr. Choi, and you couldn’t take him off of your mind. You knew you should have backed down once you stopped trying to find someone else, someone who could replace him and give you emotional support, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it... 

  You loved to see his hungry eyes on your chest when you went to work with a blouse that would expose your breasts slightly more than usual, or the way his stare lingered when you purposely bent down to pick up something that had “slipped” from your hands. His pretty lips, his narrow eyes, his perfect, smooth skin... Every little detail from him drove you crazy. And you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him than just work and sex.

  You were already attracted to this side of his, but you had to admit that sometimes you hoped for more at the end of the night. Maybe to share that whiskey with him? Maybe understand why he is the way he is? You had never tried, you knew it wasn’t ‘his thing’ and you didn’t want to disrespect that, as he’d made it very clear that work was all he really cared about. After all, wasn’t it better to have sex with someone you could bond with?

  You eventually passed out on the couch, the tiredness of the previous “activities” combined with the wine had drained every drop of energy in you.

  The phone rang, waking you up from your deep slumber. You picked it up immediately, having no idea where you were, what time it was or who was even calling.

   “Hello?” You asked.

  Your voice came out raspier and quieter than you expected, a side effect from the wine and from having literally just woken up.

   “Ms. Y/N, do you realize you are two hours late? I should have to punish this unacceptable behavior later today...”

  Mr. Choi.

  Before you could reply, you carefully processed his words. Two hours!? You stood up quickly, almost crashing on the floor immediately after, since you were quite dizzy from all the agitation and confusion and looked at the clock on the wall, and then at the state you were in: you were still in yesterday’s clothes (your panties missing) and you reeked of sex and alcohol. There was no way you could make it to work today in time to do anything... You still had to shower and fix yourself, and work was about half an hour away (if there was no traffic).

   “Uh, I’m sorry Mr. Choi, I don’t think I will be able to make it today. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier but I woke up with a horrible migraine and feeling terrible. Once again, I’m sorry for the trouble.” You lied.

   “Oh...” The disappointment in his voice from losing his late-night fuck was quite obvious, but he quickly regained his composure “Well then, I’ll expect you to be here tomorrow, be well, Ms. Y/N.”

  As soon as he hung up you threw your phone on the sofa and rubbed your hands with the palms of your hands.

  What the fuck is going on!? 

  You hushed to the bathroom, quickly removed your clothes and makeup and jumped in the shower.

  The thoughts from last night came back rushing, and the idea of having to say goodbye to your ‘relationship’ with your boss was unpleasant, although it started to seem like the best choice.

  The sooner you let go of this man, the sooner the blissful thoughts of you moaning underneath him with his hand grasped around your neck would go away.

  You’d decided that that night you’d stop by the company and have a talk to him. He always stayed overtime, whether it was to fuck you or to work, and you wanted to be mature about the situation, not handling it like a teenager fling gone wrong by texting ‘it’s over xoxo’.

  The day seemed to go by as fast as possible, and the moment you dreaded soon came. You stood in front of his door, heart beating fast in your chest as you kept thinking if this was the right choice to make... Your head said yes, but your body and heart screamed no. 

  Eventually you knocked on the dark hardwood door. You couldn’t see it, but the man inside was startled, who could it be at this hour? Everyone had gone home long ago. 

  He put down his pen and laid his glasses on his desk. The man approached the door slowly and placed his hand on the handle.

  You, who hadn't heard the familiar ‘yes’ allowing you to come in, had already turned around to leave, thinking he wasn’t there after all, but the door behind you opened.

   “Y/N? Did you change your mind?” San asked with a smirk, confused and surprised.

   The man nearly didn’t recognize you, as you weren’t in the usual office outfit he was used to seeing you in. You had no makeup on, your hair was loose and you wore a Bordeaux summer dress and a light jean jacket. 

  You turned around and gave your boss a faint smile. He stood by the door, tie undone but still attached to his neck, his shirt slightly buttoned down and hair messier than usual. You almost wished he wasn’t there...

   “I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Choi, but I needed to talk to you.”

  Your boss was taken aback with this answer, but stepped away from the door and motioned you to get in nevertheless.

   His eyes never left the hem of your dress that settled just below your ass. San wanted to take you right there and then, but he let you talk first.

   “We need to stop this.”

  Your bold request, that to him had come out of nowhere, hit him like a slap in the face. His expression immediately changed and his eyes locked with yours.

   “I’m sorry?” He asked, for a second thinking he didn’t properly understand what you had said.

   You sighed and crossed your arms. 

   “Look, this we have” you started, pointing between you and him “is fantastic. I love it. But every time I try to go out on a date, every time I try to fall for someone and move on with my life I... I can’t. I can’t because none of them makes me feel what you do.”

   “So what’s the problem then!?”

   “The problem is then what!? We just fuck for the rest of our lives!? San I wanna have kids, I want to have a life besides work, sex and nights out. This is fun now but what is it going to feel like when I’m almost forty!? You don’t start building your life at forty. At forty you already have kids and a stable relationship. And I can’t love someone and imagine a life with them when I go on a date and think how much better you are than them. We need to stop this so I can start my life, we’re not getting younger San.” 

  That had been the second time you addressed him informally. You only ever called each other by the first name when you were fighting.

  The man’s eyes fell to the ground upon realizing that you did have quite a good reason. You made sense, what you were saying made sense. He was honestly expecting a love confession, and that would have been so much easier... This had never happened to him and he was... confused. He was confused that a woman wanted to stop having sex with him, and that only made him want you more. 

  San approached you and grabbed your hips. He pulled you closer and kissed just below your ear. You didn’t stop him, and you didn’t pull away when he kissed you passionately. 

  He pulled away and gave you your signature smirk.

   “One last time?...” Mr. Choi asked, his hands traveling to your ass and pulling your crotch against his. 

  Your body melted into his, and you decided that one last time wouldn’t hurt, just a small goodbye. You nodded as you bit your lip.

  His lips attacked yours and his hands pulled the skirt of your dress up, to expose your panties. Your rolled your hips, making your womanhood grind against his already hard cock. San picked you up and sat you on his desk.

   The man pulled your panties down until they hit your ankles as you fondled with his belt and zipper. Once you had stripped him from his underwear as well, you started stroking him slowly. He moaned into the kiss and bit your bottom lip.

   You then lined the tip of his cock with your entrance, waiting for him to move. He looked down and pushed inside of you, slowly, as if appreciating the view one last time. San held your hips tightly and bit on your neck, making you moan his name. 

   “Louder.” He demanded and spanked your thigh.

  You screamed his name louder, and that only fueled him to go faster. San squeezed your thighs, and your hands found their way into the inside of his shirt, leaving red marks on his back. The both of you soon came, with loud moans and lewd words, but you didn’t let go. Neither of you wanted to let go. Moments like these what kept you both excited for what was to come later that day when you woke up.

   You had a gorgeous, trustworthy man dick you down and he had a woman willing to play along to whatever he suggested. He had taken you for granted, he knew that now, but he never thought that after a year you’d call the quits.

  Eventually you had to pull away, and he pulled out from you.

  You looked at each other with a saddened expression as you composed yourselves in front of each other for the last time.

  As you made your way to the door, you chimed “Goodbye Mr. Choi”, not even lingering for long enough to hear his response.

  You dreaded the day that was to come. You didn’t want to see him and know that he no longer owned you the way you loved oh so much. Thank God it was Friday and you only had to see him for another eight hours for the time being.

  The next day you were quite gloomy, obviously, but the same couldn’t be said about your boss.

  He had the same calm and composed expression he always had in the workplace, and oh how you wished he’d show some emotion for once. 

  The day was going as it usually did, and you became distracted by all the work and your and your co-workers by lunchtime. 

   When you came back however, you saw a scene that made your world crumble. You were setting down your bag in your desk when Mr. Choi approached a new co-worker of yours. She was a year or two older than you, thin, hair dyed blonde and dark eyes that she covered by wearing colored contacts.

   “Ms. Hyejin, could you stay for a while after work? I’d like to discuss something with you.”

   Guess it wasn’t that hard overcoming all that sadness from yesterday.

[grimmtaless]

IF SOMEONE MADE A PORNO OF NARNIA WOULD THE AUTHER USE THE PEN NAME C.S. LEWDNESS !!!!

[mtapscott]

THINK ABOUT THIS: Friday's Poached Egg

THINK ABOUT THIS: Friday’s Poached Egg

Then Jesus said:

“What comes out of a person, that defiles him. For from within, out of people’s hearts come evil thoughts, sexual immoralities, thefts, murders, adulteries, greed, evil actions, deceit, lewdness, stinginess, blasphemy, pride and foolishness. All these evil things come from within and defile a person.” — Mark 7:20-23

Photo by Melanie Sosa on Unsplash.

And C.S. Lewis said:

“A man…

[buckdavis100]

Pennsylvania Department Of Corrections Set to Release Inmates Due To Covid19/Coronavirus!!!

Today the Governor of Pennsylvania (Tom Wolf) issued a Reprieve Order authorizing the Department Of Corrections to review nonviolent individual for consideration for reprieve. The department will individually review eligible candidates, for eligibility and appropriateness. Eligibility includes: • An inmate who is within 9 months of their aggregate minimum sentence. • A vulnerable inmate within 12 months of their aggregate minimum sentence of confinement. Exclusionary criteria includes: (1) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing a personal injury crime, or any criminal attempt, criminal solicitation or criminal conspiracy to commit a personal injury crime, known as The Crime Victims Act. (1.1) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing a crime of violence or any criminal attempt, criminal solicitation or criminal conspiracy to commit a crime of violence (relating to sentences for second or subsequent offences.) (2) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing an offensive 18.PA C.S CH 16 (relating to firearms and other dangerous articles) or a criminal attempt, criminal solicitation or criminal conspiracy to commit the offense 3) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing an enhancement for the use of a deadly weapon as defined under law or the sentencing guidelines promulgated by the Pennsylvania Commission On Sentencing or where the attorney for the Commonwealth has demonstrated that the defendant has been found guilty of or was convicted of an offense involving a deadly weapon or a criminal attempt, criminal solicitation, or a criminal conspiracy to commit the offense or an equivalent offense under the laws of the United States or one of its territories or possessions, another state, The District of Columbia, the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico or a foreign nation (4) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing a violation of any of the following provisions or any of an equivalent offense under the laws of the United States or one of its territories or possessions, another state, The District of Columbia, The Commonwealth of Puerto Rico or a foreign nation, including a criminal attempt, criminal solicitation or criminal conspiracy to commit the offense - Relating to incest - Relating to lewdness - Relating to internet child pornography - Relation to sentences of certain drug offenses committed with firearms - Relating to registration of sexual offenders - Relating to continued registration of sexual offenders (5) persons committed for or with an aggregate sentence containing an offense of drug trafficking or a criminal attempt, criminal solicitation or criminal conspiracy to commit drug trafficking (6) persons who are subject to pending felony or pending misdemeanor arrest warrant or detainer (7) persons who are currently serving a sentence to State prison and have been denied parole on that sentence (8) persons convicted of any criminal offense committed while incarcerated (9) persons who pose an identifiable risk to public safety (10) person with a conviction within the past 10 years for any crime contained under paragraphs 1 - 5 (11) person with a prior conviction or adjudication for an offense related to registration of a sexual offender or continued registration of a sexual offender, regardless of the amount of time elapsed from the time of the prior conviction of adjudication. (12) persons found guilty of a class 1 misconduct within the last year (13) persons with a negative board action (14) persons with a registered victim through the OVA (Office of The Victims Advocate) THOSE THAT ARE NOT ELIGIBLE FOR RELEASE VIA THIS REPRIEVE ORDER BUT ARE APPROACHING PAROLE ELIGIBILITY, SHOULD BE PREPARED FOR AN UPCOMING PAROLE HEARING. THE BOARD WILL BE EXPANDING THE NUMBER OF CASES SEEN!!! Read the full article

[clive-staples]

It follows that nearly every association which now clings to the word puritan has to be eliminated when we are thinking of the early Protestants. Whatever they were, they were not sour, gloomy, or severe; nor did their enemies bring any such charges against them. On the contrary, Harpsfield (in his Life of More) describes their doctrines as 'easie, short, pleasant lessons' which lulled their unwary victim in 'so sweete a sleepe as he was ever after loth to wake from it'. For More, a Protestant was one 'dronke of the new must of lewd lightnes of minde and vayne gladnesse of harte' (Dialogue III. ii). Luther, he said, had made converts precisely because 'he spiced al the poison' with 'libertee' (ibid. III. vii). Protestantism was not too grim, but too glad, to be true; 'I could for my part be verie wel content that sin and pain all were as shortlye gone as Tyndale telleth us' (Confutation). Protestants are not ascetics but sensualists. They will not fast (Dialogue, IV. i). They teach and use 'more sensual and licentious living than ever did Makomet' (ibid. IV. ix). And it is certainly true that in their own writings we find a strong bias against asceticism. Even when we pass on from the first Protestants to Calvin himself we shall find an explicit rejection of 'that uncivile and froward philosophy' which 'alloweth us in no use of the creatures save that which is needful, and going about (as it were in envie) to take from us the lawful enjoyment of God's blessings, yet can never speede unless it should stoppe up all a man's senses and make him a verie block.' When God created food, 'He intended not only the supplying of our necessities but delight and merriment' (hilaritas)…To be sure, there are standards by which the early Protestants could be called 'puritanical'; they held adultery, fornication, and perversion for deadly sins. But then so did the Pope. If that is puritanism, all Christendom was then puritanical together. So far as there was any difference about sexual morality, the Old Religion was the more austere. The exaltation of virginity is a Roman, that of marriage, a Protestant, trait.

C.S. Lewis, English Literature in the Sixteenth Century