#HE WAS THUMBING HIS BO UP SO FUCKING HARD

[tao-lay]

!!! get you a hype man like Rhett !!!

[droodlebug]

i'm for sure not finishing veilguard. i set it down a while and tried again and ahh i'm just not enjoying it. the characters dont have a depth im looking for.. the insertion of a writer's white guilt onto the elves that are based on real life indigenous people and have been in-games enslaved and treated horrifically and are the ones who don't have "real" gods that are actually just blighted tyrants. everything with taash and the qunari. the gameplay was fun for a while but then it made my hand so numb i couldnt do anything for a week. the last straw was taash's gender talk that suddenly turned into picking a cultural identity for them to align with out of nowhere and then soon after learning that Another antagonist is of course an elf. starting to feel like their implying that all elves become evil when given power jfc. i think i'm actually done with it it started making me feel gross and bored. i don't care if you enjoy it or not, everyone's got a different threshold it just crossed mine.

[2hightocare]

PRINCESS TREATMENT ✷

“In a world of boys’ he’s a gentleman” mini series—

Synopsis: Jungkook simply does everything to make you happy..

Genre: established relationship!

Warnings: pure fucking fluff… (seriously makes me wanna jump in oncoming traffic) jungkook is a bright green flag, he’s love language is “acts of service” (can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading the first part)

a/n: we all deserve oc and jungkooks kinda love.. I’m turning this into a mini series since a lot of people enjoyed it🤍

for @ohsweetmimosa !!

Falling in love was always something that you wanted, your face has always been shoved into pages of books, wondering when it would be your turn to experience that type of love. Your mom would always tell you that your expectations were too high and that no man could ever be as perfect as a fictional man.

Until you met him.

There were no words in the dictionary to describe him. No words to describe how beautifully his eyes would sparkle whenever he would tell you he loves you, the way his thumb would caress you whenever you would hold hands, or the way he would kiss away the tears that would escape your eyes.

You a hundred percent believed God made men, and sent Jungkook as an apology.

“When did you learn to braid hair…?�� You curiously ask, with a slight hint of jealousy in your tone, making Jungkook laugh behind you as his fingers thread the three strands of hair repeatedly. “Watched a YouTube tutorial,” he chuckles, trying so hard not to pull your hair.

“What for..?” You stare at the mirror in front of you with the goofiest smile plastered on your face, watching your boyfriend with no shirt, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he carefully braids your hair with his lip between his teeth.

“You always braid your hair but then complain your arms hurt from keeping them up for so long soo… why not make myself useful.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

Your heart did a cartwheel, might have exploded in your chest from how fast it’s beating. But nothing new. You were so accustomed to the feeling of butterflies flying in your stomach whenever he would do or say something to you.

He drops the most beautiful phrases anyone has ever told you so casually, like it was normal. But that was your normal since you met him.

You would hear your friends talk shit about their boyfriends, how they did something or what they didn’t do, but you really just never had anything bad to say about Jungkook. He basically took "Princess treatment" to another level.

You never had to ask for flowers, never had to pull out a chair, never had to open a door, never had to enter a car freezing... because Jungkook being Jungkook went out twenty minutes earlier to turn on the heater before you would get in.

Never had to worry about leaving your wallet at home when the only thing in your bag is lip gloss. Never having to turn on your brain whenever he was around.

Locked doors? Where are the house keys? Did you leave your curler on? Jungkook got it.

“That’s so much better than mine,” you point to his ice cream as your eyes widen from how the creamy flavors melt into your mouth. “So bo—mb!” You muffle out from the mouthful of ice cream shoved into your mouth.

“Let me try yours,” he opens his mouth, waiting for you to send a spoonful of your cookies and cream into his mouth. “Here comes the airplane! Brrr,” you try making airplane noises as your hand does a weird twirl before inserting the spoonful of ice cream into your smiley boyfriend.

“Mhm,” he nods his head, humming loudly, watching you smile at him.

“I actually like yours better, baby. Let’s trade?” Jungkook hands you his small cup of ice cream as you nod happily, while you hand him yours.

Jungkook watches with the biggest smile on his face while inserting another spoonful of the creamy content as he watches you eating the new ice cream flavor enthusiastically, hearing you rave about the new book you have just finished reading and how dumb the main character is.

Jungkook's heart aches, sizing double its size, beating hard in his chest. Your cheeks and nose are rosy from the cold outside the car. You both didn’t care about eating ice cream in the middle of cold December; you guys took it as a challenge on who would get sick first.

He laughs at the lighthearted jokes you threw at him, while you take another big spoonful of the chunky ice cream that was his not so long ago.

Little did you know that he really didn’t like your ice cream flavor.

When Jungkook first met you, he knew from the start that he was a goner. The way you smile at him, how your eyes will have a small glint on them whenever you look at him, or the way you would scrunch your nose if you found something funny or cute.

It took him by surprise when you pulled the move on him, thinking you found something disgusting when you first did it.

“I will literally eat you right now!” You scrunch your nose at your smiling boyfriend who’s slightly kneeling for you to be able to see your initial carved into his haircut.

“So that means you like it?” Jungkook stands up and spins to face you. You stare up at him, his dimples on full display looking down at you with your cute outfit he helped you pick on FaceTime.

“I fucking love it baby!! I have the urge to crawl inside your skin,” you bite your lip containing the laugh you’re trying hard to contain, failing miserably when Jungkook raises an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “That’s… cute,” he replies before kissing off the little nose scrunch he loves so much off your face.

“Is that like your ‘cutie mark’?” You quip, your arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders. “Cutie mark?” He asks, a hint of interest in his voice while he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“You never watched My Little Pony?” You fake gasp, eyes widening.

“I’ve heard of it, but me sitting down to watch ponies with superpowers… yeah, no.” Jungkook squeezes your waist as he explains.

“You suck,” you roll your eyes playfully sticking your tongue out before entangling yourself off his arms and making your way to the couch.

“Come big baby, we are watching My Little Pony.” You pat the empty couch space beside you.

He watched every season... all nine seasons with you.

Jungkook just wanted to make your life easier; you were always known for being “Miss Independent” in your family and amongst your friends, but here you were letting a man put your heels on for you.

“Too loose or…?” Your boyfriend looks up to you from his kneeling-down position in front of you.

“You look really good on your knees, sir.” You say instead with a sly smirk on your face, ignoring his question. “Pshh,” he rolls his eyes as he chuckles, tying a bow on your lace-up heels.

“Since when do you not flirt back?” You pout watching your boyfriend repeat his actions on the other foot. “Since we are late... and can’t be any more late.” He looks up with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Psh, okay.” You blow out in defeat as your boyfriend chuckles underneath you.

“Come on princess, let's go!” He stands up, giving you a hand for you to stand up off the bed.

The long rides to your guys' destinations were your favorite; Jungkook had given you the “passenger princess” award ever since you set foot in his car. He even installed a light-up mirror on your sun visor whenever you needed to fix your hair or makeup in the car.

Jungkook would listen to your little playlists. He still remembers when you explained to him that each playlist has a different emotion, which made him laugh. Now, anytime you played a song, he would ask you what emotion you were feeling right now.

“What emotion are you feeling right now baby?” He squeezes your thigh as he stops at a red light. The reddish hue illuminates your guy's face. “In love,” you turn your head to the side, staring at your boyfriend who’s already looking at you.

His eyes twinkle as he stares at you, a big smile adorns his face. As you mirror his actions before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips, his eyelids immediately flutter close.

“‘Cause I got my mind on you... I’ve got my mind on you.”

Plays softly from the car speaker; you smile into the kiss. “I love you.” He whispers softly. “I love you.” You whisper back.

[toxicanonymity]

THE WAX JOB

PAIRING: Bo Sinclair x f!reader WC: 1.3k words | MASTERLIST WARNINGS: I8+ Dark. Noncon/dubcon (captivity), you're into it, as usual with mine. sick & twisted use of wax. PIV, creampies, breeding, forced pregnancy, lactation, dark caretaking/mild dark fluff. Started as HCs. End note. NOTE: Inspired by the 30-second scene at 3:10.

Breeding you is something Bo must do, like a farm chore. He keeps you locked up in the basement and visits you at the end of each day. You're kept on a worn medical chair, similar to what you'd find in a dentist's office, but roomier. Each evening, you hear him roll the garage door down upstairs, and it makes your heart flutter. Within a few minutes, his heavy footsteps echo down the stairs, and the jingle of his belt unbuckling. Sometimes a groan of fatigue.

He stares you down hungrily as he approaches with slow steps, tan hand flexing as he rubs himself. His strong forearms are smeared with motor oil from working in the garage. He takes you to the bathroom and watches you go, then puts you back in the chair. Manhandles you if he has to. Sometimes he stops to take a polaroid.

He stands at the foot of the chair and lifts his trucker hat to wipe his brow with the back of his wrist, then pulls the hat down into place again. He takes off his boots and tight jeans, casually talking to himself about the day and how pretty you look.

He spreads your legs. You fall into a trance salivating over the shape in his boxer briefs as he climbs onto the chair with you. He shoves his underwear down under his balls, and holds his cock in his hand, squeezing it a few times as he ogles your body. Shame heats your face as you watch and yearn for his thick, veiny cock.

In the first days, he keeps you gagged the whole time, but once he sees how much you enjoy it, he wants to hear your pretty sounds.

He pulls your dress up over your tits - no panties. allowed. He wets his lips, and smiles darkly to himself at the sight of your glistening cunt.

As he notches himself at your entrance, sweat drips off his face. Your lips part as he begins to push in. He bottoms out with a groan. He stays there and twitches inside. Without moving yet, he mutters, "gonna be such a pretty mama," and runs his thumb over your lips.

He grunts as he fucks you, and each thrust shakes the chair and makes it squeak, echoing off the walls. Sometimes he's rough. Sometimes he's slow.

He braces a forearm above your head and his sweat wafts from the darkened pit of his uniform.

With your cunt spread open around his cock, your mouth falls open with a moan. A salty drop rolls down his chin and lands in your mouth.

After a minute, you begin to whimper and squirm as you approach your climax. The basement is dusty and humid and you're sweating.

"You're gonna cum for me now," he pants, and you spasm. "Yeah, cum for me, darlin'," he whispers darkly, and it sends you. Your hips lift, your body jerks, you moan as your walls choke his cock, and he chuckles, "good girl. . . That's my girl."

He becomes more vocal as he fucks you through it. Sighing, grunting, moaning, "Good g---oh, baby."

"Ugghh---Here we go, darlin'," he mutters as he nears his peak. He groans unrestrained as he bottoms out and pulses warmly, heat spreading deep in your cunt.

He stays all the way inside and with his face inches from yours, he admires your features. He gently wipes the sweat from your brow, then slowly thrusts again as his last spasms fade. "Mmm."

Once he pulls out, he adjusts the chair so your feet are up. He calls for Lester to bring dinner down. Bo feeds you a few bites, or let's Vincent do it. Sometimes he tells you a little about his day like you're not strapped down with your legs in the air.

And then, when Bo's hard again -- which isn't long -- he goes again. And again. Until you can't physically hold any more cum.

Once you're full of his seed, Bo dismounts the chair and calls for Vincent as he pulls his jeans back on. He doesn't buckle them.

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Vincent comes in with an old paint can full of hot wax and stands by the chair like an assistant. He doesn't look at you. Your legs are raised again and bo spreads your thighs wide. "Good girl," he whispers, then mumbles to Vincent, "ain't she pretty?"

Vincent offers Bo a cloth. Bo braces a hand on your mound and wipes any spilled cum off your lips, getting them as dry as he can. He reassures himself, "that's okay," as he laments the lost seed.

Then, he dips his thumb in the hot wax and Vincent looks away.

Bo brings his thumb between your legs and applies the hot wax to your outer labia, one after the other. He uses his thumb to tuck your folds inside, and then he presses your outer lips together and holds them shut like a clam.

"Little more," he urges Vincent. He adjusts his left hand so two of his massive fingers are holding your cunt shut. Then he extends his right hand toward Vincent and dips two fingers into the hot wax and dribbles some on the outside. "Good," he mutters and Vincent steps away.

Still holding you shut, Bo brings his face between your legs and gently blows on the hot wax, helping it dry. He takes his time with this, and his eyes sparkle at his work. "Night sweetheart," he whispers to your cunt and plants a kiss on your mound, then one on your lower belly.

This continues until you're pregnant.

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Once you're pregnant, they let you upstairs to celebrate and Lester makes a special cake. They give you a new dress.

All three of them darkly dote on you throughout your pregnancy. You're still locked up, but you're allowed upstairs with supervision.

Bo has Vincent make a wax cast of your torso every month and they're displayed throughout the main floor of the house on makeshift pedestals. Lester is the one who's responsible for making your food and taking care of your basic needs. He's polite and never tries anything.

Bo is obsessed with your pregnant body. He can't keep his hands off you. You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he'd mad with lust.

Once your milk comes in, Bo tastes it every day. He pulls your dress up over your tits and suckles sloppily at your engorged tits.

He lets the sweet breastmilk run down over the curve of your belly and he licks it up. Once he's down there he can't resist eating you out, which makes him really hard. Sometimes he does it right after dinner, while you're still in the common area. You're laid back on a threadbare couch with your legs over his shoulders. He doesn't mind if Lester or Vincent see, although they normally don't stick around to watch.

Feasting between your legs, Bo feverishly takes his cock out with one hand as he keeps his other hand on your breast. He can't pull his mouth away until he's ready to shove himself into you. He runs his tip through your folds, then pushes into you. He fucks you slow and gentle.

He briefly sucks your tit again as he fucks you. He makes sure you cum, then when he's ready to do the same, his face hovers an inch from yours. He Looks in your eyes, then lowers his forehead to yours. He groans against the corner of his mouth, then kisses you on the lips as he cums. His lips break away with a moan, then he kisses you gently as he finishes.

He cleans you up, and lets you sleep in his bed.

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tagging @lunitawrites my breeding encourager

Inspired by the moment from the link and a terrible product concept - I'm haunted by Mensez Feminine Lipstick, but go have a laugh if you want. notice his logo looks like a ball sack. This man actually wants us to glue our lips shut during our period. If you have Qs about the logistics of this. Please ask that guy 💀

[phntmeii]

Hil

Im not sure if your taking requests for writing, but if you are I was wondering if you could do a slashers × S/O who is very strong but doesn't look it?

If that makes sense...

Like the S/O is very sweet, short and small, like she looks petite and fragile but it turns out she can easily lift extremely heavy things, or can punch really hard.

Like even harder or stronger than the slasher.

If you could specifically add Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, (NBC) Hannibal and Will, and maybe Thomas Hetwit?

Sorry I don't know if that's too much to ask for, I just love your writing so much!

Being Stronger than Slashers .

[ SFW + Fem Terms]

Pairings: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thomas Hewitt x petite!strong!Reader General Warnings: Descriptions of Gore/Blood, Violence, Slightly OOC, Descriptions of panic attack/episode, Manipulative behavior mention

A/N: ty anon for request <33 Back to slashers :) Sad I haven’t posted more of them literally in Halloween month but I’m working on it (last second lol) </33

Bo Sinclair

Absolutely turned on to the fucking max when he sees your strength.

Small, sweet partners was always his type. He just loves fulfilling the typical male stereotype of being a protector over his partner.

When he turned the corner, looking to finish off the last victim of the lot within his abandoned town, only to see something better.

He watched as you effortlessly were carrying the body of the victim over your shoulder like it was nothing. Head completely caved in, more of a mass of flesh and blood than an identifiable person. Your other hand held a bloodied hammer.

Bo was completely still, but not of fear. He was standing there like a man who had completely re-fallen in love again.

His eyes were shining as his grin grew wide. Approaching, he was nothing but prideful.

His voice was light with a chuckle, thumb brushing away the blood on your cheek. “Shit, sweetheart… Never knew a pretty girl like you was so… strong. I love it.”

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was overprotective a lot of the time. He was insistent you were never near his work nor would you be involved when victims were in town.

He loved you too much to have you a part of him and his brothers’ work.

Vincent was slightly startled, hearing the door of his studio open. He knew both his brothers were out.

Seeing it was you, he approached, silently looking down at you. You could tell there was an air of disappointment at you being in his studio when he didn’t want you to be.

A ragged, strained voice spoke from behind his mask, “Why?”

With a shrug of your shoulders and a smile, you walked past him, further into the studio. “Bo said he needed a box in here.”

Watching you walk past, his eyes were hidden but widened as he watched you easily lift up a heavy table to look under it, scrolling past the items underneath it.

He approached confused but didn’t stop you. “Oh! Here it is!” Your arms held up a filled box of tools and parts.

Vincent followed you around curiously for the rest of the day like a shadow. He was completely fascinated by your strength, wanting to see it again.

Once you returned from helping Bo, Vincent couldn't let go of you. He kept his arms around you, head on your shoulder. His quiet, strained voice simply said, "Show me again... Please?"

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal always held an air of curiosity about you. Your sweet nature was like an untainted part of his life. A woman so far from himself.

Hannibal’s curiosity was never-ending. He took advantage of his intelligence to learn as much as he could. Stalking, Manipulative behaviors in “therapy”, etc.

You were almost always at his place. He liked it better that way although it provided some maintenance when it came to his extracurricular activities.

Hannibal had been making another of his fancy dinners for the two of you. The presentation had to be precise and perfect. Presentation was half the work for him.

He absentmindedly spoke while you were cutting vegetables beside him, “I have not set the chairs. I will do so in a moment, my love.”

Immediately, you wanted to assist. You always liked helping out. “I’ve got it!”

Watching you walk away, he expected to finish his current task before going off to assist you. Instead, he looked up to the doorway to see you easily walking past with a heavy wooden chair in each hand, easily carrying the two like they were just a stack of papers.

A small smirk curled at his lips as his hands slowed in their work. He whispered to himself, knowing his eager curiosity was not wasted, “You are… a delight, my love. You will make for something truly wonderful.”

Will Graham

Will was someone who was vigilant and aware. His mind always raced a million miles an hour with tiny observations and connections.

There was something about you but he just couldn’t place it.

But, what was there to prove? You were sweet and kind, seeming so far from what he knew. That was part of why he held love for you—You weren’t him.

Will was in his head again, silently panicked by his own mind. It was torturous to live in a prison of his own violent thoughts.

You were someone who always noticed. Always could pick up when these episodes started.

Holding his hands and speaking sweetly to him to draw him back to reality, unfortunately, wasn’t working this time.

His eyes kept darting back and forth while his breath quickened. With him standing still, quivering, you had to make the choice.

With simple ease, you picked Will up bridal style, walking away with him.

It took him a moment to realize what happened, breaking out of being inside his head. His eyes just stared at you when he was placed onto his bed, sweat drenching his forehead.

He broke out into a small smile, absentmindedly licking his lips, as was his habit. "I... didn't know you could do that."

"Is it a bad thing?"

"No. It's... really attractive, actually."

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy was always a protector. Toward his family, it was evident. A given. Toward you, it was an inherent need.

The last thing he'd ever want is for you to be hurt, especially when victims come around.

He would lead you and Luda Mae into a room, having you two barricade it while him and Hoyt took care of the unfortunate victims who made their way to the wrong home.

You waited, albeit anxiously. And it only grew once you heard a loud thud followed by Hoyt's yelling.

"Goddammit, Tommy! The fuck are you doin'?"

Immediately you knew something went wrong. Despite Luda Mae trying to keep you in the room, you ripped away the makeshift barricade on the door and rushed out.

Tommy was on all fours, holding the side of his head. A man, you assumed one of the few victims, held a hammer in his hand. He quivered holding it, as if horrified by his own self-defense.

Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest chair, pulling back and cracking it hard against the man. Aimed for his head, he dropped to the floor unconscious by the impact.

You rushed over to Tommy's side, panicked. "Tommy! Tommy! God- Are you okay?"

His arm just instinctively shot out and held you to his body, protecting you in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked past you to see the victim with broken wooden pieces of the chair on top of him.

With his mask on, his expression was hidden. But inside, his heart warmed at how you were strong enough to protect him too. His own protector.

[onelittlespiral]

FML:Relax

From the moment I arrived, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had come on vacation to kick back for a few days and get some action, but the resort had nearly no women and was instead populated with almost all men. They seemed like nice guys when I talked to them, certainly my kind of guys with how jacked they were. Or at least I thought so.

“Hey cutie, wanna come spend some time with daddy?”

“A newbie! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and sweet with you.”

“You looking to top or bottom?”

I realized I must have come on the Gay Days, and the men there were not shy about coming on to me. I tried to politely excuse myself whenever they turned the topic to sex. I spent a lot of time at the pool trying to just relax and have a good time, but it was starting to tick me off.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.”

A man came and sat next to me. He was a scruffy guy, tanned and huge like most of the rest of them. The scent of sunscreen and BO rolled off him. His arms were wrapped in some nerdy tattoos but their size clearly showed he worked out hard. If he wasn’t here this week I would assume him to be a good pick for a gym bud.

“Yeah, first time. Didn’t realize I booked…uh…this week. Not really my scene.”

Something in his demeanor changed. It was hard to describe, but I felt a lot more at ease. He leaned over and began whisper to me,

“If I’m being honest. It isn’t much for me either. But fuck these gay guys know how to party. They’ve got just about anything you could want to take, and basically just pass the shit around. You ever actually tried poppers? I was fucked up bro.”

Maybe it was finally meeting another straight guy but I began relaxing.

He continued, “I got some stashed if you want to swing by and try some shit out.”

Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be such a wash.

I stopped by his room later that afternoon. He greeted me at the door and invited me in as he promised to show off the goods. The room was trashed. The floor was strewn with dirty shirts, shorts, and jockstraps. Shot glasses and beers were stuck to the tables. The bed was drenched in sweat. I stepped in and took a seat on the couch, cautions to avoid the mess. He sat down next to me.

“So, what have you got?”

“You now babe,” he said, throwing his arm in the air.

“Whaaaa…haaa” I started before my brain was afloat.

I slowly leaned forward, drawn in by the thick musk that radiated from his pit. I tried to resist but soon my nose was pressed against it as his sweat filled my brain. I tried to pull back but he rested his arm against the back of my head, pinning me as my brain shut down on the fumes. It wasn’t long before my tongue lolled out of my mouth.

“There you go. Relax. Good boy.”

Good boy. It echoed in my brain, bouncing till it was the only thought left. I quivered in anticipation as I continued to drink in his scent and let his hair tickle my face.

“Yeah, lap it up big boy. This is right where you belong. It was designed just for you, to trap guys and help them fit in a bit more.”

What did he mean by that? But as he told me to lap it up, it was no longer good enough to just smell. I gave a hesitant lick. It only took one as his sweat swam across my mind. All functionality shut down as I worshipped that pit. As I did, I began to feel a change. Deep within an itch, a need developed. A need to be desired by this man… no. To be desired by men. Any who would have me. I felt a new power flow through me, a revitalized energy and strength. He pulled my dumbstruck face out of his pit and gave my hair a quick tousle. His hand glided down my cheek to my chin, and with a firm flick of his wrist pulled my lips to his. He pressed my face to his in a deep kiss as new memories filled my mind. Memories of long nights dancing and drinking at bars. Days working out getting shredded before hitting the sauna for some fun. Of pride parades and glitter in my beard. The longer he kissed me the more I felt myself grow completely comfortable in his arms. I belonged here, with all the hottest guys living it up for a week at the resort. I had been coming here for years to show off, party hard, and fuck into the early morning. My old self was being flushed away, leaking out of my cock, while the new personality filled in the gaps.

My body began to change where his hands brushed over my body. Arms swelled as biceps grew to mounds on my arms. Pecs hung heavy with muscle. Thighs and legs sent slow rips through my shorts until they had burst through, leaving my swelling cock to fight the jockstrap underneath. Feet inched across the floor as my toes curled from the strain. Every inch writhed beneath his touch. He pulled me back to inspect me.

“Damn you’re turning out well, some of my finest work.”

I mumbled in agreement, still stuck in a state of ecstasy as I felt new power surging through me. “Time to seal the deal.”

He slid his jock down, and the full force of his sweat and musk sent my brain swimming. I couldn’t resist as he slid his cock down my open throat, balls deep, and began face fucking me. As his bush filled my nostrils, pre slid down my throat in a steady stream. I felt warm all over, as a deep tan set in. I had come to this resort for years and loved sunbathing and showing off my muscles. The heat persisted, turning to a sweat, the sweat turning to a deep funk. It was the same smell invading my mind and body as he continued to thrust, deeper as my body adjusted to years of sucking men off. It felt like no surprise as a dusting of hair covered my pecs, then pushed down my stomach before my shaved down bush exploded. My pits filled in to better capture my own smell, and keep me just a little high on my own supply.

“Fuck yeah little bro, you’re gonna be so good out there.”

He slipped a hat over my head, and my mind filled with a new purpose. To kick back at this resort and fucking party. To feel pride in who I was and become one of the community. But, most importantly, to grow the tribe and bring more guys into the fold. I felt his cock tense in my mouth as my mind slowed down to accept my place as a gay god, to worship my bros and be worshiped. As thick ropes shot down my throat, I felt strong. I smelt rank. And I was fucking home.

The next day, a new guy showed up to the resort. Skinny, shy, out of place. I came over to talk with him.

“First time here, bro?”

“Yeah, not quite sure I belong.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. Throwing my arm behind my head. My musk caught his attention as his eyes began glazing over, “Why don’t I show you around?”

“Ye…yeah…yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” his face was soon resting in my pit, and I saw his muscles twitch with anticipation, “you’re gonna fit right in bro.”

[joyaphoria]

when i tell you that bokuto is impatient, i mean he is impatient. you'll be at your mutual friends' birthday party, and he'll come up to you and tug at your sleeve, telling your friends that he needs to borrow you for a second. you'll shrug at them and follow him, only to yelp when he yanks you into the bathroom and pins you against the door, locking it right after. you'll gasp when you feel the full weight of his body press against into yours, as he seems to melt into every curve and crevice. you'll have your hands against his chest, trying to push him off, to warn him that someone might hear, but your whimpers fall on deaf ears. he'll hold your wrists, nuzzling his nose against your ear, pleading with you to touch him.

'need you so badly, baby,' he'll groan, rutting his hips against yours. you'll gasp and move your hands to squeeze his shoulders once you feel his erection pressing against your clit ever so forcefully, unsure of whether you're now pulling him in or pushing him off. ‘take ‘em off,’ he’ll whimper, clawing at your shirt desperately, ‘please, baby.’ in a swift motion his fingers are unbuttoning your jeans as his lips begin an assault on your neck, leaving bruises for days, though they're simply overlapping the ones he left last night. you'll cry out once he slips a thick finger into the heat of your cunt, his other hand fumbling at his own jeans to undo the zipper.

'b-bo, please,' you'll moan, as he pushes in with a second finger, reaching up and curving forward, his thumb pressing over your clit. he'll pull his cock out, spreading his precum all over himself as he ruts into his hand. you'll gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you, only to yank your panties all the way down to your knees, and push into you in one motion. you'll bite into your hand to stifle a scream, as bo hooks one arm under your knee, lifting it up to allow him to press deeper, to fill you up with his thick, pulsing cock. you'll rise onto your tippy toes on your other foot, then rush forward to tackle his lips in a bruising kiss. he'll lose his balance and fall down — you following soon after — and you'll thank the heavens that the bathroom was spacey, and that he managed to miss hitting his head against the toilet bowl by about two inches. you'll jump on his cock desperately, nails digging into the skin of his tummy, before leaning down again to fuck his mouth with your own. he'll groan so desperately, so painfully, before flipping you over and pressing one of your legs upwards, thigh against your stomach, rutting into you ruthlessly.

its messy and so, so dirty, the two of you dancing across the bathroom floor, your arms flailing as you search for something to anchor yourself to. you'll gasp and muffle a scream when you feel teeth bite on your nipple, not even realizing that somewhere along the way, your shirt was torn right down the middle. eventually he'll bury his face in your tits and angle his hips upwards, as they seem to tremble and stutter almost painfully. his fat cock will shake violently inside of you as he comes, hard. you'll feel some of his cum try to squeeze out, clearly impossible since you're so tightly suctioned onto him, his cock being the very thing that molded your sweet pussy.

then he'll open his eyes and watch you for a sweet moment, before continuing his assault, his hips slamming straight into you. you're once again being pushed up the bathroom floor, your back sliding as you pull him against you and scream into his neck, wrapping your legs around him. he'll pick you up and sit back on his heels, yanking your hips down to meet his every thrust. when you feel your climax approaching, you'll grab the back on his head and shove it onto your breast, and needing no further indicator, he'll latch onto your nipple and bite, pulling and kneading as you bite into the plush skin between his neck and shoulder, shaking and trembling as it hits you, back arching and thighs squeezing.

everyone avoids eye contact once you two finally find your way out of the bathroom, and bokuto simply takes it as an invitation to drag you to the car and back home, where he plans to pump some more of his cum into his babies little pussy.

[loganscigar]

🕯️🎀 Wolverine + Fem! Reader

Silken

Characters-

James “Logan” Howlett

[Your Name]

Summary - “Need him to put me to bed so good it knocks me the fuck out.” My reaction to this.

AN - I haven’t written anything on here in so long… so here I think

Contains - Oral, Praise, Protection, Intercourse, Vigor, Begging and Demanding

As they reached the door, he fumbled for the key in his pocket. His hands were shaky, his fingers suddenly clumsy as he tried to unlock the door. He could feel the tension growing between them, the air seemed almost electric. Finally, he managed to get the door open, and he ushered you inside.

"Logan!" You let out a small gasp dangling your feet as you were effortlessly thrown over his muscular shoulder. He carried you with ease, striding confidently through the flat , before positioning you onto the bed with a decisive motion. You landed with a grunt, the impact causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress.

Looking up, you saw him standing over you with a commanding presence. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"May I? Can I take these damn clothes off now?"

You gave a slow nod, breath hitching as he smirked, already working to strip off the layers. Each piece of clothing hit the floor with a soft thud, revealing the solid, muscular frame you'd become addicted to. As he pulled the fabric over your head, your pink lingerie set was revealed. The delicate lace hugged your curves, the puffy ends accentuating your figure. Logan’s gaze darkened, a primal appreciation flooding his expression.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, his voice rough and filled with awe. “You look like a dream.”

“Such a good little thing,” sending delicious shivers through you. “You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”

“Just for you,” you whispered, feeling a rush of confidence as you leaned back against the pillows, your skin glistening in the low light.

“Keep talking,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I could listen to you all night.”

He took a step closer, the solidness of his presence grounding you. “Tell me what you want, baby. You know I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you Logan take your time. I want to feel every second of it.”

With a quick motion, he tossed the rest of your clothing aside, leaving you completely bare before him.

His hands were on you, pulling you close, and his mouth found yours in a heated kiss. The intoxicating mix of his smoky breath and the warmth of his touch made you fuzzy, each kiss deepening your disorientation as you succumbed to the heady blend of desire and tobacco.

You gave him a quick glance, planted a kiss on his lips, on all fours, the taste of whiskey still lingering there. Your kisses trailed down his throat, then his chest, your fingers grazing over the taut muscles that rippled beneath your touch. You could see the way his body reacted, every inch of him alive and responding to your ministrations.

"Please, Logan," you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. "I want you."

"Here, let me help you with that," and you freed his already pulsating dick while releasing your fingers and gently feeling around his firm cock in circles, much like a person discovering something new. Continuously pumping him hard while bobbing your head back and forth. He let out a deep hiss as your lips wandered over his skin.

"Just like that," met his gaze, your widening slightly as his thumb pushed against her your lips, the meaning clear. [Name] parted your lips, tongue darting out to lick at his thumb before closing pouty lips around it, sucking gently, needy moans escaping your lips eyes still locked on his.

Eroticism in the act. He managed to gasp, his voice a low, guttural rumble. Logan rolls his eyes back, opens his mouth, groans, and furrows his brows as [Name] works him, well aware "Goddamn it,... you have no idea what you do to me," His other fingers gripped the upper lining of the bra, pushing it down and laying it beneath your boobs, exposing them to the cool air and sending shivers down your spine. His thumbs moved to the now-hardened nipples, massaging circles on them while you moaned sweetly.

He wanted you, to hold your head up by your jaw with one hand while playing with your pussy with the other. As your panties slid off. When he removed his fingers. Logan ran his fingers on his tongue while inserting his cock back into your mouth, feeling it slide down your warm, slippery throat till you began gagging. When he's close, he press your head down until his cock stops throbbing, twitching, and spewing ropes of into your throat. Face-fucking you again. When he pulled out, he watched as his cock popped out, a gasp escaped your throat and your face messy from his thrusts.

You leaned in close, breath against his skin as you purred into his ear "Is there something you want, Logan?"

"[Name]," the whine exited his mouth.

"[Name]," he begged.

"Please ride me" He nodded, his mouth parted in a silent gasp, his breathing labored. He wanted you so badly, he needed it, pleaded for it.

A coy smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she felt his hands on her hips, trying to pull her closer.

"Oh, are you begging now”

You removed the condom he had earlier left on the nightstand and using your own wetness as lubricant lifted up your hips, spreading your lips down there apart, lining his cock with your entrance, and slowing moving yourself down. All the while making sure his eyes remained on you at constant. A moan of contentment left his lips, finally being able to feel himself inside of you, his cock holstered you up straight He didn't care that he was begging, didn't care that he was showing weakness, His hands roamed to your hips, pulling you down so you were fully straddling him. You could feel the press of his body against yours, the heat and size of him, the hardness of the muscles beneath your thighs.

“Oh God" he groaned "You feel so damn good."

Curses to himself in a whisper. His lips are piercing your neck as he lets out a deep moan. You began to approach his cock more slowly, he encouraged your movements guiding you moving up and down. Your breasts simultaneously, too. Your movements picked up speed over time. [Name] desired his undivided attention because you were his pleasure.

Everything is meaningless except for this very instant. He drew [Name] in close, his mouth meeting yours in a sloppy, passionate kiss. His hands moved over her body, searching for the tender points that caused her to arch against him while his tongue sought entry and probed the depths of her lips. He was filled with need and need, his desire for her surpassing all other considerations. Logan just throws himself at you with such vigor that even with your hands grasping the mattress sheets, he can only push himself farther. You're too high after sex, you're thrusting your head back. As your sex dripped, your pelvis rolled up and you let out his name in a seductive way. Logan giving you breast kisses.

His one hand was still playing with the other nipple, rubbing, squeezing, pulling, and pinching it while his soft lips made contact with it and gently sucked on it. The gentle motions became hotter, more powerful, and passionate as he continued this demonstration of love. He sucked more deeply.

"You like that, baby? Having your tits sucked by me?" he teased. Though he didn't get a verbal answer from you, but by the sounds of satisfaction that flowed out your lips, he could tell you were finding enjoyment in this, like you always did. handling your body on the bed without hesitation because he can't wait and won't wait. Stretching you out. Logan was quite precise—he made sure not to miss a single area. you can feel your clit spasming.

"What's wrong?" You were about to cum so was he. "Close..." He became even more aroused as a result, but you were able to back away with chuckles and hiccups. He starts to squirt fluids in and out of your now-damp cunt. Not only can you not hear the sweet nothings in your ear, but you're also extremely loud. He smacked your tits before caressing you and planting a kiss on your breasts. In heat, you behave like a bitch. You sob and writhe, unable to understand a word he says.

“Go on, give it your all. cum on me, Make a mess, and I'll clean it right up for you."  and you persist in trying to become drunk off of him until around five condoms have passed.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." You both cry out, heaving and heaving. panting labored breathing.

That was the best sex you had in your life. For a while, they lay there together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. But then, slowly, Logan sat up, his gaze fixing on you.

The sheets clung to your skin, sticky with sweat and the remnants of too much intimacy. The room smelled of smoke and sex, the only sound being the distant hum of the city and Logan's steady breathing beside you. You turned your head slightly, catching the silhouette of his body in the light that slipped through the blinds—strong, muscled, and impossibly familiar by now. Your hair—perfectly laid, full of volume and bounce—was styled in big, loose curls that cascaded past your shoulders. You ran a hand through it, It framed your face.

His hand rested lazily behind his head, his other holding a cigar, the faint curl of smoke drifting upwards, adding to the hazy calm of the room. He took a slow drag, the ember glowing faintly before he exhaled, the scent mixing with the remnants of your perfume. Fingernails tracing idle patterns over his chest, enjoying the solidity of his body, the quiet strength that seemed to always hum beneath his skin. There was something peaceful about this moment, something that felt like more than just two people satisfying a need.

This was the third time this week. Maybe fourth. Neither of you were counting, but it was getting harder to ignore how often your clothes ended up on his floor.

Logan lay next to you, one arm draped over his head, the other resting across his chest. His face was unreadable, as always. He wasn’t the type to say much after—. But there was a quiet ease in his presence that made you stay longer than you probably should.

“Y’alright?” His voice broke the silence, rough as gravel but softer than you’d expect from someone like him.

“Yeah,” you murmured, pulling the sheet a little tighter around your body. You turned to face him fully now, studying the faint lines etched into his face. He looked more relaxed like this, but still guarded, always keeping something locked away.

This arrangement had always been easy—no strings, no complications. Just...relief. For both of you. That’s how it was supposed to stay, anyway. Lately, the lines were blurring in ways that had you questioning how long you could keep pretending it didn’t mean anything.

“You look tense,” you said, shifting a little closer. “Wanna go again?” The teasing edge in your voice masked the undercurrent of curiosity—like you were trying to figure out how deep this ran for him.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he took another drag of the cigar, his eyes finally meeting yours. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Maybe.” Your nails skimmed lightly over his abs, a teasing motion. “You haven’t said no yet.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Can’t say no to you, darlin’.” He exhaled another cloud of smoke, his hand resting comfortably on your hip. “You’ve got me where you want me.”

You shrugged, your lips curling into a playful grin. “I could say same about you, old man.”

He chuckled under his breath, a deep, rumbling sound that sent heat rushing through you again. “Careful what you wish for.”

Even as he said it, there was a flicker in his eyes, something like hesitation—gone as quickly as it appeared, but it was there. He wasn’t as detached as he wanted you to think. Neither of you were.

His hand found your hip under the sheets, rough fingers trailing along your skin in a way that made it hard to breathe. You could feel the tension between you shift, the casual banter falling away as his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer. You weren’t sure how this started—how the need to blow off steam turned into something that felt heavier, something that lingered long after the adrenaline faded. Here you were, tangled up in his bed again, wondering if tonight would be the night one of you would say what neither of you were ready to admit.

“Logan...” His name slipped from your lips before you could stop it, softer than you intended. Savoring the sound of his name.

He paused, his thumb brushing against your skin, his eyes locked onto yours. “Yeah?”

"Still tense?" you whisper against his skin, the playful edge in your voice softened by the warmth of the moment.

Logan huffed a low laugh, his free hand finding its way into your hair, tugging you gently so your gaze met his. “You always know how to fix that, don’t ya?”

Your lips curved into a sly smile as you pressed your body against his, your fingers tracing the line of his hip, teasing, tempting. “That’s because you need it,” you whispered, your voice low and smooth. “And I know exactly what you want.”

Logan’s hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you fully against him, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “You got no idea [Name],” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin.

His hand grabbed your neck, pulling you into a kiss that was rough and deep, his lips demanding, his body pressing you against him. You met him with equal intensity, giving as much as you took, the heat between you both reigniting as the kiss deepened. His cigar lay forgotten on the nightstand, smoke curling lazily into the air as the two of you lost yourselves in each other again.

His fingers slid up into your hair, tugging your face back toward his. His eyes met yours, dark and heavy-lidded, and for a moment, there was no sound but the faint crackle of the cigar smoke in the background and the shallow breaths between you. He searched your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip in a way that sent a slow, heated rush through your body.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, as if the words were being pulled from him reluctantly.

You bit your lip, this time with more intent. “Just thinking,” you whispered, but the way your hips subtly shifted against him betrayed the calmness in your voice.

"Thinkin' too much," he grunted, his lips finding the side of your neck again, tracing a path that made your pulse jump. "Better things to be focusin' on right now."

You felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, followed by the slow, stroke of his tongue, and a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Like what?” you teased, but the breathiness in your voice betrayed how badly you already knew the answer.

Logan’s lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Like this,” he growled low, his hand slipping down your back, pushing you flush against him. His fingers dug into your skin, anchoring you to him, making you feel every inch of him, his strength.

A soft gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by his mouth as he claimed another kiss, this one slow and deep, the kind that left you dizzy and wanting.

[fsuna]

MODERN LOVE SONGS

⊹ ⋆˚ 𓏲 – minors dni. fem!reader. heavy smut. cucking. cheating. slight voyeurism. daddy kink. unprotected sex. oral (m & f). pussy talking. fingers in a-hole. consensual recording. not proofread. just random song lyrics + hq boys <3 masterlist. tokyo rev version otw.

wakatoshi. bokuto. osamu. atsumu. sakusa. suna. kenma. kuroo.

WAKATOSHI

"never thought i'd leave my kids until i left them in her mouth,"

toshis above you trailing breathless curses as he watches you suck him off threw his lashes- jaw painfully aching as you blow his big dick while he keeps a hand on the back of your head, fingertips coiling within your loose hair. a pinkish hue blushes across his cheeks while your mouth slowly invites his whole length in your throat, the button of your nose nuzzling against his pubs.

your eyes are watery from the countless times his swollen tip had poked at the back of your mouth, spit escaping out from the corners of your lips to run down to his balls. a laugh so sinful that can make you cum untouched from beneath your panties exits from toshi once he notices your signature glittery lip gloss smeared all over the base of his cock and your pigmented mascara plastered past your under eyes.

“such a doll, suckin’ my dick so motherfuckin’ good- missed getting your faced fucked, didn’t you?”

his cock begins to twitch against the walls of your tight throat, panting and swearing nonstop till he’s cumming all up in your mouth, warm semen brimming over to both your lips and chin giving him the best fucking sight he has ever seen.

BOKUTO

"yeah i heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft,"

raw dogs pussy from the back like it's the first time he's in one since the day he came out of one every. fucking. time. bo has your kneecaps dug deep in his king sized mattress- the tainted sounds of skin smacking plug your ears as he keeps a strong hand latched on your hip, rocking your lower back and forward against his pungent thrust. he's a tease too, you know- placing his two thumbs over your asshole to maul the nub just so he can feel your wet pussy clench and throb, his fat heavy balls slapping off your ass.

he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. gosh his dicks so fucking huge, it’s like he gets even bigger every time you see him, but it makes you so wet. so wet you don’t even need to use any form of lubricant for him to stuff you up.

and now he's fucked you so damn stupid that the strength to talk has vanished for you- firm hands setting painful slaps on your naked ass before squeezing it sorely, making sure you'll be able to feel the flaming sensation his gigantic palms left on your bum for the next few days whenever you try to sit. you love it though- in love with how he stretches you out, making you feel so fucking full.

“yeah, you love that, don’t ya, pretty baby? ‘bouta fill this pussy up cause daddy knows that’s what ya want,”

SAKUSA

"you can call her phone and i'll probably answer,”

to him, the timing of this phone call couldn't have been more perfect- knowing you're so so close by the way your velvety walls pulsate against his hard cock on repeat.

“pick it up, baby. your man's callin' you. don't wanna ignore him now do we?”

a real meanie. takes it upon himself to answer your boyfriends phone call, picking up your phone before pressing the speaker button so you talk to the poor guy while he continues to fuck the literal living breathing shit right out of you. right on top of the shared bed with your boyfriend.

god he wants to laugh so freaking badly- pulling out of your messy hole dangerously slow only to pound back inside you with no word other then a sinning grin while he gives your tits a paining smack loud enough for your boyfriend to catch it crystal clear.

"we'll then, pretty? go head and tell him how kiyoomi fuckin' sakusas made you his bitch and you're about to cum all over his big cock, or i'm tellin' him myself."

couple seconds later he’s got you creaming all on his length as your boyfriend from the other line hears you have the most phenomenal, toe curling, life changing, spine tingling orgasm you've ever faced.

AKAASHI

“she callin’ me daddy, i’m somebodies father,”

keijis got your wimpy legs draped over his shoulders, his sweat lined forehead kissing your own as he watches your pretty face expressions shift while your pussy hustles to lure in every inch of his big dick in.

but now he's just as fucked out as you are- hips rutting against yours with more desperation each time- moans becoming more winded once he’s sure he's close to filing you up to the brim. he’s fucked you so good your brains turned into mush, little yelps slipping from your parted lips as you feel every last ragged vein located on his dick draw against your delicate walls.

“fuck- love your cock so much, daddy! don’t want you to stop!

your holding onto his biceps, the tips of your acrylics jagged in his bare flesh as he reaches all of your sensitive points till your poor ol’ cunt milks him dry, womb filling up with his cum before he’s fucking another one in you right after.

“and i fucking love this cunt, angel. want you to be a good girl and take daddys cock one more round for me,”

SUNA

"she came for me twice, i didn't even nut for her once, you know i'm a pleaser,”

the perfect mixture of sweetheart and asshole during sex. when he finds the need, he’ll be a fucking sadist. but he knows how to please you the right way.

rintarōs number one concern is for you to cum. and if he can make it happen more then once before he’s shooting his own load in either one of your holes, then he will.

he looses it once he feels your dripping cunt squeeze him in, hips bucking up and rocking in you harder and harder. just after two orgasms you were awfully cum drunk, eyes crossing ‘n rolling back while he’s got your tits bouncing back and forth as your almost exploding-grip on his varsity team t-shirt tightens.

sunas dragging dreamy moans and whimpers from you as he sinks in his cock deep in your tummy. he cant tear his gaze off the way your puffy folds are sprawled around his dick, sticky body stiffening once his stomach coils from the familiar feeling of his orgasm edging him.

but he doesn’t wanna give in just yet. especially since he’s sure you’re not far yourself from reaching your high once more.

“shit- ‘got the tightest little pussy. think you can cum for me jus’ one more time, angel? c’mon, know you got it in ya, wanna see you cream on me again,”

KUROO

"we gon' make a movie like ray jay and kim kardash,"

bouncing in his strong lap, kuroos iphone’s blocking half of his face as he focuses on recording his pretty girl getting herself off on his cock- filming how desperate you are for his cum while he words the dirtiest things known to man behind that phone of his.

gives your tits a couple smacks before he’s toying with your nipples, wet cunt pulsating around his length once you feel his cold fingertips on your skin. it felt like your pussy was being slip into half- your little hole always striving to compromise to his monstrous size no matter how many times it’s been fucked by his cock.

“soo pretty- my girl wanted to ride me on camera tonight. ‘missed this cute cunt, baby. all fucking mine,”

your sore hips are grinding on his dick, teary eyes closed tightly as you feel all those inches he’s packing inside what really felt like your literal gut. he was near to pulling your first orgasm of that night, cocktip piercing your cervix once you seat back down nice and slow on him one last time till your cums caking his throbbing length- phone getting inches close to your messy cunt that was sparkling from your sweet arousal.

“god look at that shit. f-fucking hell- you gonna make me cum, sweetheart, wanna fill you up so badly,”

OSAMU & ATSUMU

"that p get devoured, told my brother she ours,”

the heavy weight of osamus cock stretches your suffering pussy out, spasming walls never failing to make his dick feel blissed out inside your wet cunt. he can't take his eyes away from it either, watching how his mesmerizing pussy takes all of him in in one piece, your finger nails embellishing his firm back with pigmented scratches.

"look at you, taking ‘samu like a fuckin' champ. wet ass pussy leakin' all over the place. been that desperate for a cock up in you, huh?"

his hips grind up into your cunt, brushing over your cervix as you beg him to keep fucking you harder and harder- to which your wish becomes granted, skin slapping being the only thing heard as he coils your insides till you're completely slurring your words.

the blonde twins got his fingers invading your drooling mouth, chocking your small throat roughly with his middle and index, spit dribbling down your chin while the other twins hips thrust upwards uncontrollably- his tip scarping the sore point inside you.

his cocks so deep inside you it almost burns, making you feel so full. osamus emphasizing each and every praise he voices with a savage thrust, his sweaty abdomen tensing up from your pretty cunt pulsating.

your mouth's falling open dramatically once he lines your hole livid white, squealing noises of your sloppy pussy drowning in his ears while he fucks into you as his slit clears out his cum.

"such a needy slut for my cock. goin' all dumb after a quick fuck. now get up 'n let ‘tsumu fuck all this cum back in ya,"

KENMA

"then you'll end up sittin' all over my bottom lip, baby,"

eats you slowly cause he's sooo in love with your pussy. always savoring your aroma with each kiss and lick he plants on your fluttering folds. loves whispering praises sweet as candy knowing it only gets you wetter and wetter. his pink tongue swirls over your clit, slurping up your addictive arousal as you pull at his two toned strands from above, his hungry moans buzzing against your precious folds.

"holy shit you’re so wet, i make you feel good huh, princess? mmm- taste so fucking good, could eat this cute pussy every single day,”

converses directly with your pussy cause duh? she's got lips too yk- watching your glossy slick spill to your weakened thighs whenever he says something absolutely vile as his head stays buried between your two legs.

groans against your pounding sex as his finger travels to your clit, circulating at it to draw you closer to your orgasm- and you know his gamer fingers are fucking peerless. nothing will ever compare to the way he fucks up into your small hole with them, the tips trailing against your walls as his versed thumb rubs at your clit till he's got you pulling a picasso- painting his pretty fucking face with your cum before he gives you the same treatment back in return.

© FSUNA

[delusional-mushroom]

Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Autism creature reader ii

Apparently you all like this? Sorry about the long wait, school’s been kicking my ass lately.

Anyway, here’s part 2, Bon appétit

Part i | Part ii

You fell.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

All you remember was waking up to Speckle slithering on your face and- HOLY CRAP YOUR WING SHOULD NOT BEND LIKE THAT

After about 10 minutes of wallowing in your pain, you slowly got up.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

You took a moment to take in the situation. Your clothes, as well as the ground beneath you, we’re stained in gold. It was hard to miss the golden blood trailing behind you too.

There was also a crater in the ground where you fell.

You see the Hazbin hotel in the distance and with the obvious attitude of “What could go wrong?” You sauntered towards the looming building

Speckle took over sight duty on the way tho. The Bright sign posts and the occasional dumpster fires rubbing salt on the metaphorical wound of your approaching melt down.

When you finally got there, you uncovered your eyes and stood outside for a few minutes before finally gathering up the courage to knock on the door.

Luckily for you, it’s Charlie who opens the door.

You exchange awkward greetings, Charlie beating around the bush of asking you the casual question of you know, why the fuck you’re in hell?

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you nervously fiddle with your thumbs

“So Uhm, I uh, fell, I guess.”

After the initial shock, concern, and confusion, Charlie welcomed you with open arms

At first, the hotel residents didn’t know what to make of you

Vaggie was pretty neutral with you, you seemed alright enough in heaven and if you weren’t gonna make a fuss neither would she.

That is, until she found you making yourself a cup of cocoa at two in the morning.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumbled when she questioned you, hand stretched towards you as if she held her spear to you throat. Did she sleep with the thing? Who knows.

She dropped her arm and took in your disheveled appearance. That seemed to check out. It seemed tonight wasn’t good for you either. “What about you?” She heard you ask drowsily.

“Nightmare.” She said. It was cold and blunt as she turned on the kettle and carelessly threw a teabag inside of a mug. ‘Best girlfriend ever’ it read in black. A gift from charlie, she smiled at the thought.

“Wanna talk about it?” You tested. This situation was more awkward than you wanted to deal with. At least the noise of the kettle in the background filled up the silence.

Vaggie turned to you, the ghost of a smile lingering on her face. Maybe tonight wasn’t so bad.

And since then you and her talked about what was bothering you. Or not. Sometimes you just sit next to each other, a cup of cocoa in both of your hands and enjoy each other’s company.

Angel found you funny

Fat nuggets 🤝 you.

Whenever Angel has to go to the studio, he leaves Fat Nuggets with you.

Whether its for you to watch the pig, or the pig to watch you, well… thats up to you.

He probably won’t open up to you about Valentino

But if he does, the stupid bald moth asshole can expect a lot of passive aggressive [special interest] themed notes that come seemingly nowhere.

Sir Pentious didn’t know what to make of you at first.

To him, you were some random child that showed up one day and could go from staring into someones soul for minutes on end without blinking, to looking like you were on the brink of tears if you hands brushed against a nope texture.

Eventually though, you ask about his inventions.

Bro had a whole “your asking about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories!” Moment.

(If you get that reference I love you)

You become hyper-fixation buddies.

You and Nifty don’t get along too well…

“YOU LEAVE THE ROACHES ALONE!” You shriek, holding two bugs high above you hear as the short little menace tries to get to them, knife brandished.

“NEVER!” She laughed back a crazed look in her eye.

…that wasn’t fun. Rest in piece Sir Bob and dame Jane.

Whenever you zone out in front of Husk, he pours a glass of apple juice and gently places it in front of you, eyeing you every now and then, a concerned look in his eyes.

Alastor finds you amusing.

He tried making a deal with you on your first day.

Now Vaggie won’t let him within a 3 meter radius of you.

When you meet Lucifer, he takes one look at you, Speckle coiled around your neck and a bottle of apple juice in your hands and just immediately goes “🫠”

He’s your father now. There’s no getting out of it. Why would even you want to tho?

Hyper-fixation buddy #2

You both rant about your special interests to each other

Be prepared to be bombarded with rubber ducks.

Meanwhile, in heaven…

Everyone: wHeRe iS tHe cHiLd?

[mggsv]

Two truths and a Lie !

Suguru Geto x f!Reader (18+) | divider ! | reblog if you like pls <3 !

summary : “Let’s play a game..” “What the fuck?”

warnings : high!reader, high!geto, smoking , sexual activities while under the influence, face riding, sloppy pussy eating, squirting, geto has a tongue piercing, reader has stretch marks

“We’re never doing this again..” You trail off before bursting into laughter. Geto laid alongside you on the floor of his apartment. The bag of weed sitting between you with opened packs of cigars and an ashtray told just how long you’ve been there..laying on the floor in nothing but a shirt of his and your underwear, hours. While Geto wore his usual pajama pants.

You weren’t dating. It was just something you did with each other, get high and talk about life. You’ve been friends for years. His laugh could be heard mixed in with yours as you closed your eyes, passing the blunt. His fingers traced over your hipbone, the stretch marks leaving his intrigued. After all, Geto has never seen anything beneath the material. “Fuckin’ panties got bows on them.” He flicks the little white bow that he did see. It made you snort, opening your eyes to the cloud of smoke blocking the clear view of the ceiling light that was off , of course. “Cute aren’t they?” You nod, answering your own question.

“I like them..” the fingers trail lower, nearly grazing over your clothed cunt before Geto sits up a bit. He leans on his elbow as he stared at you, puff of smoke seeping from his lips. His hair fanned over his shoulder. “Hey.”

“Howdy.” you respond. He smirks before leaning in a bit closer, “Let’s play a game..” you glance down at the blunt he pulled from his lips, passing it to you. He blew the smoke in your face. It made you snort before bursting into laughter

“What the fuck?” You take note of his smile while you grab it from him. “Fuck it, alright what we playing?”

Two truths and a lie….sounds harmless if you’re playing it with innocent people. But this was Suguru Geto.

“Alright you go first” You were looking up at the ceiling, lying flat on your back as Suguru put out the blunt. “Mm…I could fuck you right now, I’m hungry, I was born with three nipples”

“Suguru, what the hell bo-“

“Let’s have sex.”

You didn’t even get a turn.

“F…Fuck…” Your breaths were ragged. Eyes shut tightly as tears seeped through. Suguru’s tongue piercing flicked against your sensitive clit, your hips jolting at the sensation. It was new to you- from him he’s never.. “Sugu..!” Your legs shook. His large hands held your legs over his broad shoulders. He ate you out right there on his floor. “Feel so good- fuck! yes…yes like that- oh!”

His hair felt like silk, you loved Suguru’s hair..you always made that known. You’ve never pulled on it until now. He lapped at just how wet you are, juices flowing down his chin as he sloppily sapped you up. “Shit.” he panted, lifting his head up to look at you. You start laughing, his chin completely slick, his tongue darting out to lick what he can. “Cmere.” He sits up, allowing you some room to do the same. He lays down, motioning you to follow. But not on his cock no…his cock, hard and waiting even through the pajama pants. It made you hungry just thinking about taking it..

Suguru helped you hover your cunt over his face. He moans to himself, staring up at you as if you were his God. “You look perfect up there.” He moans, opening his mouth to catch what he could. “Look at you..” You coo, taking the end of his shirt and lifting it to your mouth, just to show him how pretty your tits were while you lowered your aching clit back onto his tongue. “You’re so pretty with my pussy in your mouth Suguru!”

You smile down at the man while he winked up at you, chuckling. Your back arched as Suguru’s tongue entered you once again. Your hips started to slowly rock back and forth, whimpering at the feeling of his thumb drag over your clit. “Ah..S-Suguru..”

He hums, enjoying your taste once more. Getting lost in the feeling while you fucked yourself on his tongue, your aching bud rubbing up against his nose. Suguru brings his hand down on your ass, tapping lightly. His fingers slip between the small space, joining his tongue in your heat. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck..” You shudder, breathless. Your chest heaved, leaning forward to give your hips a break. He continued to eat you like no tomorrow, two fingers pumping out of your pussy.

Your hips started to bounce alongside them. Riding his fingers. The smirk on Suguru’s face couldn’t be missed. His face was a slight shade of red, his hair sprawled out around his head. And you..you on top of his face. The room felt suffocating. Hot boxing yourselves in Suguru’s apartment was always a treat. You started to pant loudly, legs shaking. “Sugu..” a warning moan slipped past your lips. You whimper, his fingers pressing deeper into your cunt. “St..s-“ Your body freezes. Your eyes shut tightly, tearing up.

Squirting all over Geto’s face wasn’t on your bingo card this year. When you came down from your high, still on top of him, you yelped and made the move to get off. “Shit- sorry Sugu. Let me clean you up-“

He burst into laughter. Genuine laughter. He ran a hand through his hair, face flushed as he licked his lips, gathering the rest with his thumb and savoring the flavor of your cunt. “Let’s- let’s do this next time huh?” He sits up, grabbing you to pull you back into his body.

“I say we play Truth or Dare what about you?”

[lightofthemoonglow]

Hello! I don't know if u are taking asks so feel free to ignore this. But like.. have u have thought of that one scene where Carly is getting chased down by bo (the church scene) and then gets dragged to the gas station... That but with Y/N... Like she's noticed that bo has been quite flirtatious with her since the beginning.. calling her pretty and what not.. so as a last resort.. yeah they basically fuck lmao

this is also gonna be kinktober day 22!

Lolicon & Shotacon | Intercrural Sex | Bondage

You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen around here in a long, long time, miss.

Bo had sounded believable. Sweet, but not cloying. Charming without being strange. At least at first. But things had begun to shift, as they tended to do in Ambrose. One by one, your friends had vanished. Until it was just you, the last woman standing, who was clearly in over your head.

The tape practically screams in the silence of the room as he binds your wrists to the chair, your fingers holding on to what you could in a death grip. Your mouth is uncovered, you’re gasping for air as much as you can, writhing the best that you can. “Please…I’ll do anything,” you whimper, something you’re sure that he’s heard a dozen times.

But he stops, Bo’s cold gaze practically boring into your soul as you look up at him, wide eyed and needy, legs falling open as you look up at him. Your makeup has run down your cheeks, your shirt is half ripped and your thighs twitch, as if you want to spread your legs. Bo grins as he tweaks an erect nipple, which makes you whine despite how utterly terrified you are.

“You promise, sweet thing?” He runs his thumb along your lower lip, almost pinching it before he pulls back. Undoing his belt quickly, he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. “Think you can take it, baby?” His grin is predatory, his eyes full of life as he moves between your legs, letting you get a good view of him. He’s hard, it practically twitches despite nothing touching it. He’s thick, the head is a deep, angry red, a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.

After you nod, Bo spits in his palm, getting the head of his cock wet before he reaches under your skirt and rips your panties away, shoving most of himself in at once, making you scream as your entire being is overwhelmed with sensation. He’s too big, at least at first. His fingers expertly manipulate your clit, making you wail and kick as he fucks you so deeply that you’ll feel it in your bones for days.

“Maybe I’ll keep you, sweet thing,” Bo whispers as he fills you with his cum, making you moan helplessly, nodding in barely there agreement.

[p3nislawd]

love. | hidan pt1

EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT

contains : afab/fem!reader, pining, lwk hidan is not a good fella erm…, sexual content, obviously, CHOKING!, hidan calls u very mean names, hidan and you got beef 💀, fingering, hook up,, mention of how reader is put into prostitution lol !!! hidan cusses so much im sorry, enemies to fwb?. sexual tension is crazy

hidan had never been one for love. if anything, he was the most devoted to jashin— and to him, he never considered that devotion and love were two different things. he was loyal to jashin, but he never loved him. he couldn’t even say he knew what love was. it was a whispered myth, a legend told only in stories, a feeling he could never find within himself, no matter how desperately he tried. and he hated being lesser. he lacked love where others were plentiful; it made him angry. yet not angry in a typical hidan way. it was a different kind of angry: a quiet, self loathing angry, that made him tear out his hair and bleed the inside of his cheek to keep himself silent.

so he ignored it.

hidan liked pretending love didn’t exist— because if he didn’t have it, what did it matter?

it was unobtainable.

then, came you.

you were young, pretty, sexy. to die for. hidan was enamored, yet somehow his interest never failed to be condescending. you were merely some girl kakuzu surprisingly let ride along with him, in exchange for prostitution and neat collection of his money after you showed your eagerness to work alongside the akatsuki.

hidan called you names. often. he never respected you.

you two often butted heads, especially the first couple of months you had first joined,

“can you just get to cleaning, you crazy fucking bitch?”

you reached up, easily, caught the pretty locks of silver between your knuckles. hidan whined loudly in protest, shouted and scrambled out of your grip.

“the fuck you say to me? clean it yourself, cunt,” you spat, tearing your hand away from him and shaking it off as if it would erase the history of his skin on yours.

fingers were around your neck. you felt your breath hitch. the cool metal of hidan’s ring bubbled against your blazing skin, you sputtered, and looked up at him. his eyes shimmered, his thumb rubbing over your skin as he licked his lips, stared blatantly at the low cut collar of your shirt.

shit. how did he always manage to do this to you?

“what you are doing?” you hissed, ruffling up like some untamed beast, digging into his wrist with your fingers. he left plenty of breathing room. a part of you was surprised he wasn’t strangling you to death at this point.

but your eyes flickered down to his casual wear, and there it was, staring at you.

“oh.”

“such a fucking attitude,” hidan snapped, hot and angry, and your could hear the grimace on his lips, imagined the trace of it on your neck instead of his rough hands. his eyes flickered to his hand on your throat, watched his palm move with bobbing of your swallow. the edge of the counter dug into the small of your back.

“you’re the one who’s been giving me shit since my first day,” you replied, daring to press further into his space, try to take control of the conversation.

he had scoffed, a sound that ignited your stomach with something that was a mix between rage and arousal. “yeah, and you’re the fucking prostitute coat rider, so don’t talk to me like you’re better.”

the arousal left as quickly as it came, and was replaced with vexation. “at least people think i’m hot,” you snapped, pressing down hard on his pulse point until he hissed and retracted his hand from your throat. “and don’t touch me again, you fucking horn-dog. don’t think i didn’t see your hard on.”

hidan chuckled, an unexpected expression that made your blood run hot. “not my fault you hoe around, bitch.”

it was wrong, you knew it. he was disrespectful, condescending.

but the thought that he thought you were at least a little attractive made you queasy, made your stomach churn with heat. yes, you were attractive. you sold your body for that kind of thing. but hearing it from hidan?

“fuck around and find out,” you called out distantly, with a scoff you didn’t really mean, and he turned from where he stood, now at the far length of his doorway.

his eyes were a dazzling magenta, his lips curled into a smirk. “could say the same for you, whore.”

“…what a dick.”

“what a dick,” you murmured beneath your breath, slipping into the main room, exhausted from your recent mission. well, exhausted wouldn’t really be the word. more like disappointed. you had met up with a man at a hotel nearby the current base— you two had sex, if you could even call it that, and then you collected your money and promptly had blackmail immediately after your leave: you had evidence that a well known political had an affair with his wife. kakuzu had said he’d put the plan into work soon, but….

you don’t think you’ve ever had sex so bad. first of all, you were completely and utterly DRY. second off, he had no preparation, and just kind of dry-burnt his way through into you with no lube, but at least some protection. lastly, he gave a couple weak thrusts of his hips until YOU had to do all the work and get him off until he busted, and then he left. didn’t even consider how it went for you. i mean, damn, it was only a hookup, but how fucking lame.

you sighed, slumping down into a lounge chair near the kitchen and letting yourself rest your feet for just a moment in the dark, silence of the night in the base. it was around 4 in the morning at this point. most of the members were probably awake, but they knew well enough to mind to themselves at this point.

“hey, bitch.”

and there was that pretty hand around your neck again. you resisted a squeak of a surprise and jolted. you must had been real tired of hidan of all people was able to sneak up on you. his breath fanned beside your ear, and you whipped around to face him. “what do you want?” you grumbled, eying him where he had slinked up to behind your chair.

hidan’s night clothes were a big, loose fitting shirt, and a random pair of dark bottoms. his hair was a little disheveled, a little cute as he yawned. “it’s fucking late. why’d you just get back?”

you snorted, giving up on protesting and merely relaxing into his hold. his grip was still firm over your throat, and although minuscule, you tried to ignore how soaked it already had you compared to the literal sex you had unaroused a couple hours before. “what do you think?”

his eyes traced your face in the dark, searching for something you couldn’t quite place. “…and?”

“it was fucking lame. i hate fucking them old ass politicians. why do you want to know anyways, weirdo?”

he rolled his eyes, straightened up and took his hand from around your neck. you almost missed it. “nothing. just asking how it went. chill the fuck out, you crazy bitch.”

feeling mad all over again, you shot up from the chair, smacked him on the chest. “you chill out, dick face. you need something to keep your fucking mouth busy,” you spat, purposefully ignoring how he reached out and snagged your wrist in his hand, keeping you in place.

“you offering?” he breathed, eyes blazing.

you couldn’t fight off your flush this time. “fuck no!”

hidan grinned, looking too smug as he let go of your hand and shrugged. “your loss, bitch,” he murmured, sauntering away with a smirk.

you groaned and dragged yourself to your bedroom to wash up.

and by the time you had left the bathroom, hidan had already let himself into your room. “what are you doing here?” you sighed, combing through your wet hair and thankful you had changed before you had left the restroom.

hidan didn’t bother to sit up from the edge of the bed, eyes darting over your form, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he met your eyes. your stomach fluttered and you cursed it, and him. “wanna fuck?”

“….what.”

“c’mon, you didn’t get off with that old guy, did you?” he grinned, rising from the bed and standing right in front of you. “i could show you a good time, bitch. told you i’d get ya eventually, didn’t i?”

“that’s…” you sighed, shaking your head softly. “old guy doesn’t have to do with it. work is work. i don’t wanna fuck your ugly ass. and i’m sure that shit would suck.”

“hiiiidan,” you groaned, head resting on the pillow as he slid his fingertips over your lips, dipping them teasingly in between but never fully letting you feel his fingers. “just fucking put them in.”

“shut up, bitch. tryna enjoy this right now, your fucking voice ruins that shit,” he scoffs, gently opening your folds and whistling softly at the sight. you could feel the heat rush to your face.

“…please.”

hidan snorted. “you think that hoe shit works on me? fucking dumbass.”

you rolled your eyes, grabbed his wrist and dug your fingers into his skin, watching his breath hitch in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “now,” you grumbled, bucking softly against his palm.

hidan leaned down, pressing his lips to the bare skin of your flesh as he wordlessly inserted his middle finger into your slick. “fuck, like that, bitch?” he stammers, half in disbelief, half in laughter as you squirm and moan softly. his fingers were so fucking thick, and as he slipped in his second and third consecutively, the chill and bump of his ring in your pussy made you tighten up, fast. he pressed an open mouth kiss to your throat and you moaned as he slid his fingers out, then thrusted them back in, to the knuckle.

“hidan!” you whined, pressing your hands into his hair as his fingers felt your flesh from the inside, circled around your gumminess and had you seeing stars as he curled them.

“yeahhhaha,” he chuckled, thumb sliding back and forth between your outside lips. “just like that, huh? bet that’s way better than that fucking lame fart. you like that? like my ring inside you? fuuck, it’ll be covered in cum once i pull them out, yeah, bitch?”

the squelch of your pussy around his fingers made him ooo, and he pressed in the third finger just in time for you to gasp and writhe in his hold. “fuck, hidan! nnn, yeah,” you mewled, eyes wide as he opened his fingers back and forth inside you, the stretch making the knot in your stomach churn. “hidan, i’m- i’m-“

“yeah, yeah,” he cut you off, panting as he quickened the flick of his wrist, his palm slapping against your pelvis with the sudden increase and with each thrust of his fingers. “just fucking shut up, let your pretty pussy do the talking, ‘kay, whore?”

you gulped as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and the room fell silent besides the gush of his fingers in your pretty pink lips, and you tugged as his hair feverishly as he lifts his three fingers up and down, consecutively, until the squelch was loud enough for you to start panting.

“yeah, just like that. keep that pretty mouth shut, i’ll fuck it later. just let me fuck around in this pussy, alright? fuuuuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he painted. “you gonna cum for me? cum on my big fat fingers? bet you didn’t do this for those old men, huh? i’m the only one who’s gonna fucking finger you like this, alright, bitch?”

“only you, hidan!” you whimpered, gasping softly as he bit down on the flesh of my throat.

his chest began to heave with effort, and your eyes rolled back as you clenched down, hard.

as he pulled away with a laugh, and pressed his fingers over his tongue, mouth wide open for you to see your own mess, you had a feeling this wasn’t going to end very soon.

[small-sinclair]

Hehehe I love you’re writing, here’s another request, angst with a happy ending

7. I told you that I fucking loved you and you stood there and laughed at me (angst prompt list)

9. “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.” (Fluff prompt list)

Reader confessed their love, Bo laughs (it’s out of disbelief reader doesn’t take it that way) reader leaves, Bo comes home in the evening, obviously dude sucks at his emotions and they argue and then Bo ends up word vomiting a love confession too, little kissy at the end :3

Ooooooo. This is a nice one! Had to think about this one for a moment, but I think I have something for this :3

Bo x grey reader

What a Fool

Tw: sfw, confused Bo, mention of future killings, mention of murder/using a person, lovely Bo at the end,

When you told Bo how you felt in the garage, he had to take a double take on you. He looked at you in a mixture of disbelief and... hurt? Why does his baby blue eyes look so hurt when you said you want to spend the rest of your life with him?

"Say that again, honey?" He asked, wiping his hands over his pants, oil stains on his face. He was working on a 2004 Jeep today, and the motor was giving him trouble. "I think the heat is gettin' to my head."

"I said," you take a breath, "I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." You felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach and head. The way the golden afternoon light touching his skin and his wrist made him look like a saint. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

The corner of his lips twitched as a goofy smile cracked. At first, you thought he was happy, but when he started laughing hard and held him stomach, your confidence fell. He looked at you, trying to keep a straight face, and laughed harder.

He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, y/n--what? Did Lester put you up to this? Goodness me, darlin'. You're the funniest human alive." Bo turned back to the jeep. "What a joke."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You burst into tears, turning on your heels, and left the garage. You didn't mean to start crying, but a cry escaped your mouth as you ran out the garage, pushing Lester aside as he brought visitors to the station. Lester raised a brow at you then looked back at Bo, who was following you behind, confused as ever. The group--two girls and one guy--watched as you ran up the hill towards the house. You want to throw yourself on the closest thing like a Disney princess does in a moved when their love denies them. Is this what it feels like to be broken hearted?

One of the girls didn't stop watching you go until Bo said, "Don't mind 'em. They're actin' funny."

"I don't think they are, mister," the blonde said. "I've seen a broken hearted person, and that one," she thumbed over her shoulder, "just lost all of their love all at once."

The red head girl nodded. "Yeah, man. The hell did you do to them?"

Why don't you mind you own business? Bo wanted to snap, but he had to keep the good southern charm on. Maybe they won't do anything about it?

"It don't matter," Bo said, waving it off. "Y/n just said they love them."

Lester's eyes lit up like a puppy being given a bone. "Really? That's great!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "They were real nervous about it but I told 'em 'at y'all love 'em, too, Bo!"

Oh... no. "They weren't lyin'?"

Lester's not one for violence, but... "Wha did ya tell 'em, Bo?"

Bo's blood ran cold as he covered his mouth. Man, did he feel like a prick. "I thought they were jokin' an'--"

"Don't tell me you laughed at the poor thing!" The blonde said in disbelief. "Please say you didn't?"

"Yeah, I did." Why is Bo talking to the people he's going to kill? "I thought they were jokin' an' Les put 'em up to it!"

The man shook his head, clicking his tongue. "That's cold, brother."

"Ain't your brother," Bo snapped, pacing back to the counter then towards the group, covering his mouth. "Really fucked up 're."

"Yeah! Crashed and burned seems to sum it up," the red head said. She nodded at the door. "You should go after them and say your sorry."

The blonde nodded in agreement as she checked her phone. "Yeah, mister. If you go now, you can beat the rain." She then held up her phone. "Cause, like, it'll be cheesy as hell if your run through the rain to get to them."

Lester had to nod in agreement. "Yeah. Super cheesy."

Then the man held up a hand, asking, "But do you feel the same about them? Like, do you love them?" He shoved his hands back in his sweatshirt. "Because if you say it and not mean it, it'll be Oversvile for you."

"Brendon's right," the blonde girl said. "Because that could make this worse and you might lose a friend." She then looked at the red head and asked, "Remember Will did that, Macy?"

Macy, the red head, nodded. "He played me like a fucking room after that, Percy." She then looked at Bo. "You better figure it out, man."

Bo chewed the inside of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips, thinking. What did he think of you? Sure, he would laugh with you, talk with you, sleep and hold you. Part of him wanted to kiss you when you dragged him outside to watch the fireflies dace over the wildflowers. The way you spun in the flowers as you tried to catch stars in your hand and held yourself so soft and gentle around them, your smile always warm. Cracking up laughing when Jonesy jumped up to lick your face made his heart swell like no other. Every time he was around you, he felt so calm and lighter. Bo's heart ached when you would curl up closer to him at night, hugging his wrists and scars with so much love. He hated when people looked at you wrong, and he hated when you were taken away from him just to talk to a group of people. When you fell down the spiral stairs and hurt your knee, he wanted to bend over backwards to make you stop crying. He hated to hear you cry, to see your sadness, to see your frown... He hated seeing you run out of the station, holding her face, crying. It felt like a bullet to the chest.

So, why did he laugh? What made him think that it was a joke?

Then it hit him: Trudy said it and never meant a word. The only love he's every felt was... was with you.

"Oh, shit," he said under his breath. "What did I do?" He then looked up at the group then at the door. He heard the soft rumbles of the thunder and flashes over the sky. Fuck the killings, fuck the group... he wanted you. Sweet, perfect, beautiful you.

Macy seemed to be reading his mind. She stepped aside, and held her arm out as a path to the door. "Well, get after it then!"

That was all he needed to hear. He hurried pass them and started up towards the house. The group be killed or not, it doesn't matter. You were in that damn house alone crying. What a fool he is! A damn fool! Here you were, in the shop, looking nice than normal, all dolled up for him, just for him, to ruin something that's been building up in his chest for weeks!

What a fool Bo Sinclair is.

*****************

"I'm an idiot, Vincent!" You sobbed in your pillow. He sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed your back. "A dumb, love, stupid-stupid idiot!"

You scared him when you slammed the door, causing him to drop his coffee mug of tea. It hurts seeing you cry, but it hurts more knowing your crying over his dumb twin. Vincent just wanted to hit Bo with the tow truck--

"Y/n?" Bo called from downstairs, closing the door. "Darlin'?"

"Go-go away!" You chocked out, yelling back down. "I-I don't wan-wanna talk to-to you!" You heard his boots coming up the steps as rain pattered against the glass. You hugged your pillow tighter as you cried.

When Bo saw this scene, his knees didn't feel right and he felt sick. He did this to you. He made you cry. Goods, he's like his father--

Vincent glared at Bo as he stood. His hands moved quickly. 'Talk to them. Y/n's hurt. Fix it.' He stops at the door then looks back at Bo. ‘Fix. It.’

Bo took a deep breath and nods as he brother past by him, his eyes lingering over your crying form. He took careful steps in your room and sat on the edge of the bed. He folded his hands as he listened to your tears. The hallow pit in his chest caved in faster as you flinched away from his hand touching your knee. He hated himself more. He hated himself more than anyone.

"Hey, darlin'," he hummed softly, his voice echoing inside his chest. "Wanna talk to ya."

"Why?" You sniffed. "What? You wanna laugh at me more?"

Those words were like daggers in his heart. "No, no, y/n-- I didn't mean to laugh."

You turned on your side and sat up. You brought your legs close to your chest. He brought his leg up on the bed and shook his head. "I told you that I fucking loved you," you wiped your face, "and you stood there and laughed at me, Bo."

Thunder rumbled against the roof. "I didn't mean to, honest."

Your eyes were so red and puffy that he didn't want to look at you. "What am I to you, Beauregard?"

"What do ya mean--"

"What. Am. I. To. You?" You didn't mean to sound tired or angry. You didn't mean to curl your fingers into a fist. "Tell me. What?" You used your arm as a tissue to wipe away the snot. "Do you see me as a play thing? Want me in-in the basement like the rest?"

He felt disgusted. "No, no!" The near thought of you strapped down in some place horrifying like that nearly broke him.

"Then what am I to you?" You snapped, making him jump at the suddenness. "Am I a joke? A dumb person you thought it'll be fun to play with?" Then something clicked and your mind didn't want to go there, but it did. Your body started to shake. "Are you waiting for the perfect moment to kill me?"

Lightning flashed over his eyes, his blood running cold. Your voice being defeated. Your heart breaking in his hands all because he laughed? Calling them a joke? You. Perfect you. Breaking for a damaged Bo. Why? Why are you doing this to him? His arms reached around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He held your head against his chest, his hand covering the back of your head protectively. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest.

You struggled against his grip to wiggle free, but it felt so safe, so loving. Luckily, your struggling failed as you cried in his arms. He hushed you softly, kissing the top of your head.

"Wanna know wha' you are to me?" He whispered as rain pattered like bullets. "Yer my first thought every morn. My last thought every night. Yer the reason I git outta bed to mak' coffee. I-I fucking live to hear ya say 'good mornin' ' to me, and it drives me crazy when ya don't say it." He held your head up and cupped your cheek. You were looking up at his beautiful eyes. Those baby blues that made you hit the ground harder. "I thin' 'bout ya when I work on the cars. I thin' 'bout ya when I smoke, wonderin' if yer cooking or bakin'. Shit," he couldn't help but chuckle at thought, "I've said yer name out loud with my last name: Y/n Sinclair." He blushes. "An' it has a good rin' to it, yeah?" You found yourself nodding. He rested his head in your hair, smelling the flowery shampoo you used this morning. "I don't know what ya did to me, and I like it, y/n," he looks down at you. "I like ya a lot."

"So," you hiccuped. "You love me?"

"I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you, darlin' y/n," he answered, laughing. There's a sparkle in his eyes when he asked, "Mind if I show you how much I love ya?"

You managed a nod as your cheeks flushed red.

He leaned down, brushing your lips gently with his rough thumb, and kisses you. His lips were cracked, but they felt like the softest pillows under you. The storm under your skin calmed when you pulled yourself closer, running your hands over his shirt sleeves, tugging him closer. He held your back up as he deepen the kiss. He took you in as if you were the last glass of cold water in July. His head spun as the thoughts of you twirling in the ran sent his mind a blaze, taking you as you were, putting his mama's ring on your finger to forever call you his.

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," you breathed against his lips.

He smiled against your skin. "Say it again?"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." And you would say it until your dying breath.

[visceravalentines]

A Gun is a Lonesome Creature

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Drinking with Bo is a bad idea. He has a worse one.

Smut. Gun kink!! Forced masturbation. Heavy alcohol use by Bo and reader. Dirty talk, Daddy kink. Creampie. Horrible toxic Stockholm relationship dynamics as per usual.

You lost count around drink number four.

Hal Ketchum played a little too loud from the dusty stereo in the corner, and Bo was laughing.  Actually laughing – not the cold, cynical chuckle reserved for the damned.  And it made you laugh, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, the way he wrinkled his nose. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him.  He wrapped his lips around a beer bottle and you felt your pulse in your pants.  His jaw, his hair, the veins in his hands.  He was beautiful and terrible, and maybe you would do anything for him.  You sipped your whiskey Coke and giggled at his bad jokes, waiting desperately for the brunt of his full attention. 

And you got it.  You always did, sooner or later. 

The song changed while you were up grabbing him a new beer.  You started to dance, nothing fancy or coordinated, just a happy drunk hip sway to a song your parents used to play.  When you closed your eyes the lamplight made everything glow velvet ruby red. 

When you opened them again the room was tilting and the full force of his baby blues was fixed on you.  He took a healthy swig of his beer and set the bottle down hard on the coffee table.  You couldn’t feel your face. 

“C’mere, darlin’.”  He patted the couch beside him and you were over in an instant.  Always so eager to please.  At some point, it had become less about survival and more about wanting to impress him.  Life was strange. 

You sank down on the miserable couch and took a sip of your drink before setting it on the coffee table.  He wasted no time, reaching out to cup your jaw, pulling you in for a long kiss that tasted like beer bubbles. 

Your little heart fluttered, tongue searching his mouth like maybe the cure to your ailments was tucked behind his teeth.  You reached for him and he didn’t stop you, so you took hold of his shirt and pulled yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around his chest, letting yourself believe for a moment that this was normal, that this was perfection, that this was –

He broke the kiss abruptly and you let loose an uninhibited sound of disappointment.  He scrutinized you intently, ran his thumb back and forth across your lower lip. 

“Hmm.” 

You sat at attention, waiting like a well-mannered pup for whatever request he was about to make.  You tried to read his expression but it was hard; you were drunk, and he was inscrutable.  You wanted – needed – to keep him happy, whatever it took.  You liked when he was happy. 

“How you feelin’, baby?”  Bo cocked his head.  “Y’feel good?” 

You smiled at him and nodded.  He was awfully nice to look at.  “Mmhm.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”  You nodded again, in case he missed it before. 

He leaned his head forward, his nose rubbing against yours.  His grip remained firm on your jaw.  “You want me, sugar?” 

Your hands rested on his thighs, fingers tingling.  You wished he wasn’t wearing jeans.  “Yeah…” you admitted shyly, like you had anything left to withhold.  “Yeah, I – I do.” 

He grunted thoughtfully and kissed you just long enough to leave you with your lips tingling and your heart pounding and your inhibitions forgotten.  He made you dizzy like the whiskey did.  Fuck, you were helpless. 

“I got an idea,” he slurred, and your stomach flipped.  A wave of nausea washed over you, a reflex.  From the whiskey.  “You trust me?” 

You met his gaze.  His pupils were blown wide and dark.  You could see yourself reflected in them, the blind, stupid look on your face.  Is that how he saw you?  Did he think you were pretty? 

You nodded again.  “Yeah.  I trust you.”  It sounded right.   

He broke into a smile that caught in your ribs like a bowie knife.  “That’s my girl,” he said, and you grinned back, proud and drunk.  He pushed you off his lap and you slumped against the back of the couch.  “Stay right there.” 

Bo stood up and staggered across the room.  You watched him with naked admiration.  It was so hard to hate him these days, especially now, when your blood was warm and fizzy. 

Your brain buzzed first with confusion as he took his daddy’s shotgun off the wall, and then fear as he took hold of it with both hands and stalked back towards you, eyes locked on your face, lips curved in a lopsided smirk. 

“Take your pants off, angel,” he said, his hand running down the barrel of the gun the same way he touched you sometimes when he didn’t think you were paying attention. 

You furrowed your brow, clasping your hands together.  He cocked his eyebrow at the delay in your obedience.  “You stupid or somethin’?” 

You shook your head.  “No…no.  Sorry.”  Rising from the couch, you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down your legs, wrestling them off around your feet.  When you looked up, his gaze was raking up and down the length of your bare skin.  You curled your toes into the filthy carpet, suddenly bashful. 

His fingers gripped the stock.  “C’mere, pretty thing.” 

You stepped towards him in a very straight line, doubt flitting through the fog of your brain like a bat.  Did you trust him?  You didn’t know the answer.  It sure seemed like you did. 

He chewed his cheek slowly, carefully, thoughtfully.  “Well go on, darlin’,” he said at last.  He tilted the barrel up and it pressed against the thin cotton of your panties.  “Show me how bad y’want me.” 

He angled the barrel of the gun, proffered it towards you with a look on his face like a starving dog.  You fussed with the waistband of your underwear and he licked his bottom lip, inclined his head.  You knew what he wanted. 

The spark in your eyes was matched by the darkness in his.  You felt the cold steel of the muzzle press against your thigh, push between your legs.  Your gaze never left his face. 

Eyes locked on his, hands splayed on your thighs, you began to grind against the cold length of the gun.  He braced it against his hip, his gaze flicking back and forth between your face and the thrust of your hips.  The heat of your body began to warm up the unyielding metal. 

Your clit fit neatly into the cleft between barrels and it felt good, it really did.  You wrapped your fingers around the shaft to hold it where you needed it and moaned, eyelids fluttering, free hand wandering up your front, over your stomach to cup your breasts.  The music pounded in the air, in your chest, in your veins.  You looked at him through your lashes.  He was transfixed. 

You liked it when you could see right through him.  For all he pretended to be so complicated, most times he wasn’t hard to figure out at all.  “Daddy…” you said softly. 

“Yeah, baby,” he mumbled. 

The corner of your mouth quirked in a bold whisper of a smile.  “I…I wish this was you.” 

He exhaled sharply.  “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”  You felt good.  The alcohol gave you a wonderful tolerance, made you just numb enough; you could do this forever.  “I want your cock.” 

His grip tightened on the gun.  “Do ya?” 

“Mmhm.”  You nodded, let your eyelids slip closed.  You felt weightless, grounded only by the weapon between your legs.  You remembered the last time you’d seen him use it.  Blood splatter on a brick wall.  It took you hours to clean it off. 

The instrument of your fascination was removed, abruptly, and you gasped, eyes flying open.  He was pointing it right at your gut, but you noticed with satisfaction that his finger rested only alongside the trigger.  He didn’t think you noticed little things like that, but you did.  You weren’t as stupid as he thought. 

He flicked the safety off with a quiet click and watched your face for a reaction.  You forgot you were supposed to be scared, smiled at him instead.  He was so pretty in the lamplight. 

“Get on your knees, baby.” 

You obliged, and the gun ended up pointed at the center of your chest.  You tipped forward so the muzzle pressed into your skin.  You weren’t afraid of him, not really, not anymore.  He would hurt you or he wouldn’t; he was just like that.  Shoot me, you thought.  Just like Cupid. 

He moved the gun from your chest and aimed it at your face and you began to salivate immediately.  You knew what he wanted.  You always did. 

“Open that pretty mouth,” he instructed.  The blood pounded between your legs.  You obeyed.  The gun moved towards your face, cold metal brushing your lips.  You stuck out your tongue.  “Atta girl,” he purred. 

You took the muzzle in your mouth, wrapped your lips around the barrel, eyes fixed on him.  Always on him.  There were bubbles in your blood and iron on your tongue and heat pooling fast and insistent in your loins.  You wanted him, wanted to please him, and that was your weakness, and he knew it – but he wanted to be wanted, needed it, craved it, and there was your edge. 

He moaned, watching you suck on his gun, lust blowing his pupils even wider.  “Fuck, baby.”  He licked his lips.  “You’re sick in the head, huh?” 

Maybe he would do it.  Maybe he’d pull the trigger, and your skull would shatter, and your brain would liquefy, and the last thing you would see would be his handsome face.  That wouldn’t be so bad.  You’d seen worse. 

“Like havin’ somethin’ in your mouth?” 

You nodded carefully, sucked the barrel in deeper.  It pressed at the curve of your palate.  You could take him further and he knew it.  Your teeth clicked against the metal. 

“Fuck.” 

He pulled the gun cautiously from your mouth, flipped the safety on, let the muzzle angle down towards the floor. He palmed at his erection. 

You tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugged them down just a little.  Your head was spinning.  You needed him to touch you, needed him.  You put on your best broken-hearted expression.  He liked fixing things, so you’d had a lot of practice at being in pieces. 

“What’s wrong?” he mumbled.   

“I’m so empty,” you whined softly. 

He was breathing hard, tongue practically lolling out of his mouth.  “Yeah?” 

You nodded, almost on the verge of tears.  “Yeah.” 

He sank to his knees in front of you, set the gun down, searched your face with a greedy look in his eyes.  “Lemme make it better.”  You closed your eyes and whimpered.  “Lemme make it better, baby.” 

“Please, Daddy….” 

He groaned low in his throat and you felt the shadow of his hands on you just before they settled on your neck and your hip and you parted your lips just in time and then he was kissing you like he loved you with a mouth that only ever lied.  He tasted like the better part of a sixpack and maybe you could get drunk off his spit alone, the same way you got high off his hands. 

He toppled you backwards and fell on top of you, and you would’ve giggled, except he didn’t like to be laughed at, and anyway his tongue was in your throat.  His nails scraped your skin as he grabbed at the elastic of your panties.  You wouldn’t remember in the morning how you got those red lines, but you’d stopped worrying about that sort of thing a while back. 

His cock burrowed into you at the wrong angle, and it hurt.  You both gasped and groaned anyway because sometimes things just hurt.  He pinned down your hips and this time he slid home like a knife in the heart. 

He fucked you steady, teeth and hands all over.  Everything you had was his, anything he wanted, but he didn’t want you to give it to him.  He had to take it.  You clutched at him, scratched at him, like an animal so desperate to be held it forgets it has claws.  That’s how he liked it, and now you liked it too. 

Hold me so tight I can’t breathe.  Hate me so bad that you love me. 

“Bo,” you whispered, and he snarled against your skin.  “Please…please.”  You never remembered what you were asking him for, but he always seemed to know, and that comforted you. 

He pushed your face to the side so he could suck on your neck and you saw the gun there, cold and forgotten.  You’d never held it before, he never let you.  Was it heavy? 

You were twisting his shirt in your hands and it took several seconds to puzzle out how to let go with one of them.  Slow and steady, like a spider on a log, your fingers crept across the carpet. 

“Baby,” he growled, “sugar.”  His hand wrapped around your jaw, lips dragging up to your ear.  “Gonna cum in you…gonna cum for you, girl.” 

You made a strangled sound, pussy flexing around him, eyes drifting off course.  You wondered how he managed to make the room spin so fast.  The gun was six inches from the tip of your fingers. 

He was going to kill you with it, once. 

He turned your face back towards him and sealed his mouth over yours and you knew he was drunk because he whined like a dog as his hips bucked and he emptied himself into you, and he always forgot about that, he always forgot that even in the taking there is a giving, and that’s what love is. 

It’s alright if I die, so long as you kill me. 

Your hand closed around the barrel of the shotgun and you broke into a secret grin, pulled your fingers back like they'd been scalded, wrapped them in his hair.  That was enough for you, that little thing.  That you could, if you wanted to.

But you didn’t, did you? You'd never do that to him. It would break his heart, and it would break yours worse.

He blinked at you, looking a little lost. "What're you so happy about?" The words lacked venom, like he was really asking you for once.

He had faraway eyes as he propped himself up, backing out of you, adding his mess to the grime of the carpet. You squinted up at him, backlit like a saint, beautiful like an angel. He'd take you upstairs after this and make you pray, make you promise, make you swear devotion to him until you cried. You'd never believed in much before Ambrose, but he sure made you believe in him.

Sometimes, like now, sprawled half-naked on the floor too drunk to see straight, you felt lucky. Lucky to be here. Lucky to be his. Lucky to be the one who held him through his nightmares, folded his socks, filled up that sad sucking maw inside his chest for a few priceless minutes.

You shook your head and flexed your fingers, then sat up and touched his cheek with all the tenderness you could muster. The press of cold iron, the heat of his skin.

"Nothing."

You could lie too.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Need

AN: This was born from my desire to have Hyunjin put his fingers in my mouth, my overall hand kink, and my general down badness for Hyunjin. I was working on another Stray Kids fic but, it got too frustrating so I had to take a step back. I decided to tackle other fics in my drafts in the meantime.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend looks particularly handsome tonight. It doesn't help that he's been running his fingers along his lips and fiddling with his hands in ways that are far too appealing.

Heads up: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, pwp, established relationship, dirty talk, slight praise kink, fingering (f. receiving) and Hyunjin makes Reader suck on his fingers post fingering.

Word count: 718

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Normally, you're better at keeping your desires under control.

However, Hyunjin had been distracting you all night with his stupidly handsome face and equally as pretty fingers. Thinking back, you doubted you were subtle throughout the evening but, as you two kiss fiercely against his bedroom door, you can't find it in you to care now.

The party rages on outside of his room as you guide one of his hands to the bottom of your dress, leaving no room for questioning what you pulled him aside for.

Your thighs part for him instantaneously as his hand makes its way up towards your pussy. He groans against your mouth when his fingers make contact with the wet material of your panties.

"Fuck, I knew you wanted me but, you're already so wet," he mutters when he pulls back for air, his eyes lidded with want and surprise.

"It's not my fault you were being so hot all night," you respond breathlessly, hips pressing against his fingers in search of more friction. Nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.

"I was being hot?" Your boyfriend asks bemused, applying more pressure as he strokes you through your likely ruined panties. Ensuring he pays special attention to your clit. You're always so cute when you get all needy like this.

"Ye-Yeah, so h-hot. You're always h-hot," you manage to breathe out, eyes fluttering at every electrifying stroke of your clit. You were so high strung that it probably wouldn't take all that much for Hyunjin to make you fall apart on his hand.

"Aw baby, I'm flattered," he coos, pulling you into another frenzied kiss while he pushes your panties aside to touch you directly.

Your reaction is instant.

Whining into his mouth as his fingers lightly run along your wet folds. His half-hard cock pressing against your thigh as he groans when he realises just how wet you are.

"Fuck," he mutters against your lips, sinking two fingers into you while his thumb rubs circles against your swollen clit.

All you can do is lean against the door for support and grip his shoulders for dear life at the intrusion. His long fingers curling in ways that already have you seeing stars and the harsh circles on your clit making your legs shake. More of your arousal leaking onto his hand all the while.

"Hyun-Hyunjin- please- I'm-," you're not entirely sure what you're begging for but, Hyunjin seems to understand you just fine. What little self-restraint he had snapping in an instant as he fucks you harder on his hand and, litters your throat with licks and kisses and nips.

One of your hands attempts to reach up to your unoccupied mouth to try and muffle your moans but, he stops you instantly. Usually warm eyes now lidded with want and a tinge of something more dangerous.

"I want to hear you," he says, eyes boring into yours while he brings you closer and closer to release. Intently taking in all your facial expressions and sounds. The obscene noises of your wetness only spurring him on further.

With a strangled cry of his name and your nails biting into his shoulder, you cum on his ridiculously pretty fingers. Your eyes are shut as shudders and tremors render your body immobile for a few moments but, you're sure you can faintly hear Hyunjin saying something. You're too far gone to make out what it is, however.

"You did so good," he praises after giving you a soft kiss. Slowly pulling his fingers from your still slightly spasming walls and your legs quake at the movement.

"Thank you," you say weakly once you remember how to speak and his eyes flash briefly before he presses a more searing kiss to your likely bruised lips.

"If you keep being so cute, I might have to fuck you," he says and, you're not sure if that's a threat or a promise. Before you can respond, however, his glistening fingers tap on your bottom lip. Without much prompting, you take them into your mouth. Hyunjin's plush lips part as he watches you lick his fingers clean. A quiet moan leaving said lips when you slightly gag from taking them too deep too fast.

Looks like he's going to have to fuck you after all.