#I am normal and can be trusted with she/he/they pussy

[widebruh]

[ajellybee]

Chat, the freak nasty demons are speaking to me again. NOT proof read. i literarlly slipped out the shower and the laptop fell in my hands and accidentally opened tumblr..

JJk AU, college probably, honestly. Freak frat boy Sukuna is LIVING in my brain rn. I want that. desire that. dream of that.

NSFW, MDNI go to bed,

whore sukuna(obvi), fem virgin!reader, first time, pussy got him whipped

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⟢best friend!sukuna who's a FREAK, i mean like, new girl every week. he's always telling you the nitty gritty details too "Oh she was nasty nasty. she passed out, woke up and still asked for more of this dick"

⟢best friend! sukuna who is KNOWN for how good his dick is. It's big and he knows how to use it, and his hands, and his mouth. The whole campus hears his past girls talk as if he's a sex god fr. Girls are always asking you about him. "Oh my god! you know him right? you guys are close, yeah? could you put in a good word for me?"

⟢best friend! sukuna who always teased you for being a virgin, but never made any moves on you.

⟢virgin! reader who always came off as someone who didn't care about being a virgin. "You fuck enough for the both of us, Kuna...and like five other people too.." and at first you didn't care, but the closer you got to sukuna, the more curious you got.

⟢best friend! sukuna who could not believe his ears when you asked him to be your first. "well, I know you know what you are doing...and I trust you Kuna. but! don't feel pressured its no biggy.."

⟢best friend! sukuna who almost died and thanked every god out there. he's had the FATTEST crush of you for the longest time. Sure he wanted to take you on a date first, you are NOT just a quickie like the others, but who's he to turn down a good fuck? specially from you. "yeah I'll fuck you baby"

⟢best friend! sukuna who does not do his normal "bam bam thank you ma'am routine", but takes his time with you, peppering every inch of you in soft kisses, preparing your virgin cunt and taking pleasure in the way you taste and stretch around his fingers. He swears he saw the pearly gates when he finally sunk into you, and at that moment made a mental note to get rid of his booty call list

⟢virgin!reader who's pussy turned sukuna into a babbling mess over you. Sucking him in so well while you let out low moans so prettily in his ear. and when you whispered "ryo" so desperatly... "mmm pussy so good, augh fuck...fuck squeeze me like that and i'll- !!"

⟢best friend! sukuna who sets a new record with how fast he cums in you. it catches him more off guard than you. and oh when you squeeze down on his cock when you cum he nearly releases a second time. "fuck you should have let me hit sooner, baby"

⟢best friend? sukuna who is now thinking of all the ways he can court you now. whoring days behind! all it took was some good puss to domesticate him. "Let's take a shower and go out for dinner, yeah?" (he wasn't asking) yes he did hit again in the shower, you gave him a taste and now he's addicted.

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oh my god. i want him so bad its shameful. the ovulation is starting to get to me i am NOT your strongest soldier. I wanna make a full fic of this. Yes i forgot about the nanami one, its on the back burner now !!! i NEEED this sukuna one rn

im very open to feedback and ideas!! <333

[bteezxyewriter12]

Drunken Luck

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 6.3k

Includes- Drunk conversation, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jongho POV

"Jongho", Wooyoung calls for the one hundredth time

I sigh, smiling at the girl I'm hitting on and asking her to hold on

"What?", I growl, when I turn to him

He scoffs, "Go get your best friend. She's drunk off her ass"

I glance at the dance floor of the club where Joanne is, dancing in the middle of a group of guys, a drink in hand

"She's fine", I say starting to turn back to the girl I hope is still there

I need to get laid tonight

"She's not fine Jongho", Wooyoung insists, "Go before she goes with all those guys and gets gangbanged"

"Why don't you go get her?", I shoot back, annoyed

I thought inviting her to the club with us was a good idea

She doesn't drink heavily so I thought she'd be good

Maybe dance with one of the guys

Not flail around like she's doing now

"I tried. She told me to fuck off and pushed me away from her", Wooyoung snaps, "She'll listen to you"

I snort

He has to be kidding

She has to be one of the most headstrong and stubborn people I know

She almost never listens to me

"Just go get her. Tell her she has to go home and I'll take her", Wooyoung answers

I sigh

Turning back to the girl, I smile at her

"Sorry but I have to go"

She frowns slightly but nods, "I'll be here tomorrow so come back and we can pick up where we left off"

I grin, happy my luck is holding up

"I'll be here", I tell her

She nods, "See you tomorrow"

"Tomorrow", I repeat

She smiles then she heads to the dance floor

Looks like I'm getting laid tomorrow

I'm not going to lie I'm a little annoyed that Joanne cost me this girl tonight

She's normally fine when we go out

Of course tonight is the night she has to freak out for some reason

Looking for her on the dance floor, I finally spot her again and I head towards her

I push through the crowd and as I get closer to her, I glare at the guys surrounding her

They stare at me for a second, then move out of my way

I have to get through a throng of guys until I finally get to her

She doesn't even notice I'm here, dancing, shaking her ass and waving her hands over her head

I roll my eyes although I admit her ass shaking is hot

Grabbing one of her arms and turning her to me

Her drunken gaze meets mine, a smile on her face as her arms move around my neck, "Hwannie"

I scoff, shaking my head

She doesn't even know who I am

She's blitzed

Removing her arms from my neck, I grab one of them, turn and start pulling her with me, off the dance floor

"Hwannie, dddddd...on't you wanna...wanna....wanna dance?", she slurs

I don't even bother answering her, annoyed she called me Seonghwa again

I get her off the dance floor then back to the table that we scored

"Where's her shit?", I ask Wooyoung

"I got it", he says but I shake my head

"I'll take her home", I tell him, "She came with me anyway"

He shrugs, handing me her jacket and her bag

I help her put her jacket on, not trusting her to do it herself

Holding her bag, I take her upper arm and start leading her towards the exit

She stumbles next to me on her ridiculous but sexy high heels

Another sigh escapes as I move my arm around her waist, half carrying her

Once we get outside, I start leading her in the direction of my car

"Where....going?", she asks

"You're going home", I tell her

"Nnnn", she starts, as she tries and fails to pull me back, "No..no"

"Yes", I insist, "You're drunk and you need to sleep"

"Don't...I don't...want...", she stammers, struggling to get out of my grip

"Doesn't matter. You need to go home. You can't drink anymore or you'll pass out"

"Don't...cccc...care", she whines, planting her feet, stopping and forcing me to stop, "I want...to ....to go back"

"What the fuck is your problem?", I shout, finally losing my temper

"I want....want...uh...dance", she slurs, swaying on her feet, "Drink"

"Why? Why are you so pissed faced drunk!", I explode, "You never do this shit! Why tonight? Why did you have fuck up my night tonight?"

I'm so pissed off that she cost me that girl

Besides getting laid, I was starting to like talking to her, flirting with the girl

But she had to fuck that all up

"I...uh...I"

"Why?", I yell

"I...I ..drink....because.... because...."

"Because why?", I shout

"Because Jongho...because Jongho is....is..", she whimpers, starting to cry, "With....another girl"

I raise my eyebrow, wondering what the hell she's talking about

"So what?", I snap

"I...I...love...love...love him", she sobs, "He...he doesn't kkkk...know. Nnnn... never see...mmmm...me. Only...only other....girls"

What the fuck is she saying?

Is she really saying she loves me?

Like romantically?

"I..I...even.....wear.....stupid clothes...", she says, pulling at her low cut lacy crop top, "He still...no..no...notice....me"

I was wondering why she was wearing this outfit when I picked her up

A crop top that has her boobs showing, a mini skirt hanging low on her hips and those fuck me shoes

She has never shown so much skin in her life

And I've never seen her body like this

Of course I noticed her

How could I not?

And yeah, she looks hot

But I had no idea she wore this for me

"I...I drink...to...for...for...", she struggles to get out, "Forget him. Other...other guys pay attention. I....I like...dance...with them"

"They were looking to get in your pants", I say

Surely she had to know that when she started drinking

"So? Jjj....Jonghie don't care...", she mutters, wiping her eyes, "He flirt. With girl. He want...that...girl. And...and I want...forget"

I don't say anything, all of this new information sinking in

"So I go bbb..back", she says, glaring at me, "You home"

I shake my head, "No Jo. You need to go home"

"No", she whines, stamping her foot, "I back. You go away. And no...no...tell.... Jonghie...I love. No tell. Shhhh"

She tries to turn back around but her legs get tangled and she ends up falling flat on her face

"Jesus", I mutter under my breath, hurrying to her

Scooping her up, I hold her, looking her over as best I can

From what I can see she has bloody scrapes on her knees

Wonderful

"C'mon Jo. Time to go home"

She shakes her head, "Nope, nope, nope"

I don't say anything else, just start carrying her to the car

As I walk in the parking lot, she lays her head on my shoulder and for some reason it feels so right

Shoving that thought away for now, I finally get to the car and get her in the passenger seat

She's already asleep

So much for partying more

Buckling her in, I close the door, walk around to the driver side and get in

Starting my car, I head in the direction of her apartment

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Carrying her into her room, I plop her down on the bed

Leaving her there I go to the bathroom and grab some wet paper towels and bandaids

Getting to her room, I sit on the bed next to her and gently wipe away the blood on her knees, then put the bandaids on

After throwing everything away, I go to her drawers and pull out a pair of PJ pants

Going back to her, I take her shoes off then slide the pants on her

Once they're on, I get the skirt off her, although it's hard with her pants on but I manage

Gently pulling her to a seated position, I pull her jacket off and lay her back down

I'm not changing her shirt

I can't get one on her while taking the crop top off so I'm just leaving it

I'm not looking at her body without her permission

Getting her pj shirt, I sit her up and with great difficulty put the shirt on her, over the crop top, then lay her back down

Then I take out the two clips in her hair and undo her braid, running my fingers in her surprisingly soft hair to loosen it up

For some reason I can't stop playing with her hair, so I continue, looking down at her, all these feelings swirling inside me since she confessed

Surprising feelings that I don't know what to do with

She stirs, her eyes slightly opening and I take that as my cue to leave

I start pulling my hand from her hair when her hand holds mine tightly, her eyes half open

"Stay", she whispers

I shouldn't but I'm surprised at how much I want to

"Please Jonghie", she murmurs, her eyes closing, "Don't... don't wanna be .......alone"

I don't know what I'm thinking but I decide to stay

She asked me and she knows it's me this time

Granted she's so out of it I doubt she would of asked me to stay if she was sober

I take my shoes off and get out of my jacket then lay next to her on her bed, pulling the blankets over us

"Jonghie", she murmurs

"I'm here Jo", I whisper, her sleepy eyes opening to look at me for a second before they're closed again

She moves unexpectedly, turning to me and pressing her body against mine

Her head slots under my chin, her face in my neck, her fingers in my shirt

Instinctively, I move my arms around her and hold her

And it feels so right

So unbelievably right, like we're supposed to be like this

I haven't felt this way holding any other girl and it's shocking

I haven't really thought about her as more than a friend in a long time

I have considered asking her out years ago as I did like her at the time

But I wasn't sure if I wanted to ruin our friendship

And she got a boyfriend like a week later so I got over those feelings

Or maybe I didn't and I just thought I did

Yeah I'm not delving into those thoughts and feelings at three thirty in the morning

Closing my eyes, I lay with her in my arms, her soft snores reach my ears, a smile forming on my face from the cute sound

I relax, cuddling her and wait for sleep

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She stirs next to me and I glance over at her to see if she's awake

I've been up for awhile, just sitting next to her on my phone

Waiting for her to wake up

I didn't want to wake her up because honestly she needs the sleep

So I got up, used the bathroom and got her some Advil and water, keeping it on her nightstand for when she wakes up with a hangover headache

And she's gonna have a big one with all the alcohol she downed last night

She turns around to face me, moaning, her eyes slightly opening

"Uh my head is pounding", she whines, her hand moving to her forehead

"You drank a lot", I tell her, "Like a lot"

"Yeah I figured from the sledgehammer hammering against my skull", she snaps

"I got you Advil"

"Thanks", she says, trying and failing to sit up

I hold back a laugh, moving my arm around her and helping her sit

"Oh god", she moans, leaning her head against my shoulder

Handing her the Advil and water, she takes it, her head still against my shoulder

"What happened last night?", she asks

"You...you don't remember?"

I want to see what she remembers before I bring up her confession

"Not much. I remember getting to the club. Taking two shots, a few cocktails. Going to the dance floor. Drinking more. Then nothing"

"Well you kept on dancing with a group of guys"

"Uh huh. Sounds like drunk me", she says, her hand against her head, "That's all?"

"You called me Hwannie", I tell her, "Twice"

She laughs, "I must have been pissed faced drunk. You look nothing like Hwa"

"Yeah. Was annoying", I admit, "Anyway after that, I tried to take you home, you threw a tantrum, fell on your face and I carried you to the car. Brought you home, put pj's on you and got you into bed. You asked me to stay and I did"

"Thanks. I can always count on you", she says softly

I hesitate, wanting to tell her what else happened but not knowing if I should

If I should just let it go

"What?", she asks, sitting up slowly and leaning against her headboard, "What else did I do? I can see it in your face, I did something else. Probably something stupid"

I take a second to think about how I want to word this

"Just say it Jonghie"

Alright then

"You uh....you told me you love me"

She raises her eyebrow, expressionless

"Why is that a big deal? You know I love you. So I love bombed you when I was drunk. No biggie"

She is so not understanding what I'm saying

She thinks I'm talking about love as a friend

Not romantic love

"No Jo...you were crying. You said you love me. And you got drunk because I was flirting with another girl. I wasn't noticing you and you wanted to forget about me"

She avoids eye contact with me, as she laughs nervously, "Oh c'mon Jonghie. People say stupid shit when they're drunk"

They also say truthful things and I think she's trying to cover for herself

"Jo, you said you wore the outfit last night for me. To get me to notice you. And when I didn't, when I flirted with the girl, you went to drink and dance with other guys. You thought I didn't care"

"Look Jongho, I don't know what to tell you. I guess I just said some stuff out of my ass. You also said I called you Hwannie so clearly I wasn't in the right mind", she says, avoiding eye contact

She's lying

I always know when she's lying

She has a tell

Her right eye twitches

And it's twitching now

"Jo-"

"It didn't mean anything Jongho. Of course I love you ok? You're my best friend"

I raise my eyebrow, "And that's it? You don't have any feelings for me other than friendship? Is that what you're saying?"

She nods

"Bullshit", I respond

"Excuse me?", she says, her eyes lifting to mine

"I said bullshit", I repeat, leaning closer to her

Tilting her head up to face me, I don't think, I just press my lips against hers, kissing her for the first time

My head spins, my body coming alive, her kiss absolutely perfect and I'm so thrown at what I'm feeling

And at how much I want to keep kissing her

I move my arms around her, her hands sliding slowly up my chest, arms cautiously wrapping around my neck

I lick her lip, sliding my tongue against hers, shivers running up my spine

The kiss deepens, a soft moan coming from her that turns me on like nothing ever has before

Kissing her feels right, being in her arms feels right and I don't know how I didn't see it before

The kiss ends with her leaning back, her eyes wide as I breathe in

"Liar", I say softly

Then I crash my lips back to hers, kissing her hard

I pull her in my lap, her coming willingly and kissing me, her tongue playing with mine

Her fingers move into my hair, bunching the strands, her body pressed right against mine

I fall into her, wanting nothing but her

I move my hands under her shirt, slowly pulling it up, giving her time to stop me

She doesn't, moving her arms from my neck and through the sleeves

She separates from my lips for the few seconds it takes to get the shirt over her head, then for her to get my shirt off, that I so willingly help her get off me

Then her lips are against mine again, her hands around me and on my back, slowly trailing up and down

Fire bursts in every cell on my body just from her touch alone

It's insane

I turn us, laying her on the bed on her back, her arms keeping me on top of her, her skin against mine

Moving my lips from hers, I press kisses to her neck, feeling her skin tremble against my lips, hear her soft moans

I trail my kisses down more, to her chest, her crop top still on her

"Fuck baby, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you in this flimsy little shirt", I groan, pulling one side down, groping her boob, "Of course I noticed you. I have fucking eyes baby. How hot you look, how pretty your body is. Fuck I had no clue you looked like this"

"I...I wore it for you", she murmurs as I pull the other side of the crop top down, squeezing both boobs, kissing the tops of them

"Mm I know baby. I'm so lucky", I murmur, wrapping my mouth around her hard nipple, sucking

Fuck, her nipple is so good to suck on

Nice and hard, easy to get my mouth around

"Jonghie", she moans, her body pressing into me as I play on her perfect nipple

I slide my hand down her body, right into her panties, feeling how wet her cunt it

She's soaked

She opens her legs slightly, my fingers running along her slit, spreading her juice all over her pussy

Switching to her other nipple, I suck on it as I rub her clit, her body jolting against mine

"Fuck", she whimpers, her fingers digging into my back as she holds onto me

Sliding two fingers into her, I start pumping then in and out, feeling her tight cunt squeeze hard

Goddamn, I wanna feel her cunt latch and squeeze my cock like this

I bet it'd feel fucking incredible

I suck on her nipple as I keep my fingers buried inside her, searching for her spot

Pressing my fingers down, she yelps, her fingers twisting into my hair, pulling hard

Smirking around her nipple, I add another finger, then fuck my fingers right into her spot, flicking her clit with my thumb

"Jongho"

"Mm yeah baby", I groan, still playing with her pussy, "Moan my name jagi"

Each slam to her spot has her cunt watering my hand and clenching my fingers in a vice grip, her legs shaking

"Is my pretty girl gonna cum?", I smirk

"Yes", she whimpers, her cunt spasming uncontrollably, her fingers tugging my hair hard

"Then cum baby", I order, sucking her nipple hard at the same time as I flick her clit and stimulate her spot

"Jongho, on god", she cries, coming and squirting around my finger, soaking her panties and pants

I sit up, still moving my fingers to get her through her orgasm, watching the wet patch on her pants get bigger and bigger as her squirting continues, that sight turning me on so much more

"Good girl", I murmur, getting her through it

When she finishes, I grab her flimsy crop top and rip it off her, the tearing sound of the material so satisfying

I get it off her, her soaked pants and panties following

I'm hit with her naked body and oh my god she's stunning

Perfect

And right now, all mine

Leaning over, I press a kiss to her neck, her skin shivering under my lips

And it's like I'm addicted, my lips kissing all over her body, making my way down her gorgeous body

I kiss lower, opening her legs and moaning at her small pretty pussy

Moving closer, I press a kiss to her cunt, her body jumping

"Jonghie, what-"

"Shhh baby. I want to kiss you here", I tell her continuing to kiss her over and over, "I want to lick between your pretty lips, kiss and suck your cute little clit"

"Fuck", she moans, her hand going in my hair, playing

Her breath catches when I give her clit a small lick

I drag out a few licks along her clit, watching her get wet and it running down her thighs

God, she got so wet for me so easily

Running my tongue on her thighs, I lick up her juice and fuck it tastes good

"So good jagi"

I put my tongue on her, slowly sliding up between her puffy lips

"Oh god", she cries

I lick her again and again, slowly, feeling her soft cunt against me

"Open more for me", I ask, pushing her legs open

"Jongho"

God, I love hearing her say my name

Gripping her ass, I bury my tongue in her cunt

"Yes Jongho, oh god", she cries

I glide my tongue on her clit, feeling her whole body shake, making me smirk

I move my tongue faster, lapping at her pulsing clit, listening to her moans

Her cunt gets so wet, leaking all over my face and I fucking love it so much

Moving her clit into my mouth, I suck on her softly at first, getting faster with each suck

"Jongho, oh fuck, oh god"

"Mmmm baby. Your clit is better to suck on than your nipples", I inform her

"Fuck Jonghie"

"Baby's clit throbs, making it better"

Sucking her clit back in my mouth, I suck fast and hard, feeling it throb against my lips

Her hand is in my hair, twisting and pulling hard

It doesn't bother me

I like it

Her thighs shake, getting closer

"Wanna cum baby?"

"Yes", she croaks out

"Then gimmie", I say, sucking hard

"Fuck Jongho!"

Her body shakes hard as she cums, my tongue sliding down and tasting her for the first time

"Fuck", I groan, "So fucking good"

She tastes so fucking good, I'm blow away

How?

How does she taste this good?

"God Jonghie"

I want more

"Wanna eat this pussy more", I murmur

"Fuck", she moans

Spreading her lips, I run my tongue in between them, listening to her moans and increasing breaths

"More Jonghie. Please. Don't stop"

"Oh I'm not going to stop. Not until you cum again and again so I can eat your delicious cream"

"Fuck"

"Tastes so fucking good baby. Never had pussy cream as good as yours"

I'm not lying

It's insane how she tastes and I'm already fucking addicted

"So creamy baby, so sweet, feels so good going down my throat. I've never wanted to eat a pussy as much as I want to eat yours"

Her pussy is perfect

The taste, the feel of her against my tongue, the way her pussy looks, the scent

It's taking over me

I move my tongue faster up and down, flattening it against her as I go

"So good Jongho. You're tongue feels so good", she cries

"Good enough to cum on?"

"Yes!"

"Then cum jagi"

"Fuck Jongho!", she yells, coming again

"Yes baby", I groan, swallowing

Jesus, it's like I'm a fucking addict

I just want more and more

Pulling away, I look at her, watching her cum leak out of her pretty hole

Fuck

Putting my tongue there, I lick, relishing in her taste

"Please Jonghie. More"

I snicker, "More jagi? Like my tongue licking you?"

"Yes Jonghie. Yes"

"Good baby. I can eat you everyday"

"Shit", she whimpers

"My baby's such a good girl. Coming for me so much", I tell her as I lick around her slit, "Such a good pussy for me. So pretty"

I look up watching her cute boobs heaving, her breathing hard

I slide my tongue inside her, hearing her breath catch and her cunt throbs on my tongue

Shivers run down my spine and straight to my cock from her pulsing

Fucking hell, I had no clue I'd enjoy this so much

Licking inside her, I pull my tongue out then shove it back inside, again and again, fucking my tongue into her hole

She moans, her hips moving into my face, fucking my mouth as I tongue fuck her

"Oh my god Jongho, I'm gonna cum", she screams

That only fuels me to go faster

"Jongho!", she screams, coming hard, her body arching off the bed

I greedily lick her more, swallowing all her sweet cum, making sure her pussy is completely clean

I need to be inside her right now

Sitting up, I get my pants and boxers off, wanting to feel her around me immediately

I pull her up and get her in my lap, straddling me

"Please fuck me", I ask, pressing my lips to her neck, "I want to be inside you. Feel you. Make you feel good."

"Are you sure? You...you were with that girl yesterday..", she stammers, her eyes closed while I continue to kiss her

"Fuck that girl, I want you", I beg, looking in her eyes

I don't know where this desire, this desperation for her is coming from but I'm going with it

I want her and I'm not going to deny it

She touches my face, stroking my cheek so softly, "Yeah Jonghie"

I cup her face and crash my lips to hers, her kiss completely and utterly blowing my mind again

Ho-ly shit

Her tongue against mine feels so fucking good, sending shivers down my spine

He small hands immediately touch my back, so very slowly moving up, every nerve she touches on fire

I've never felt this way before

She touches my shoulders, her hands feeling my upper arms

Pulling away from my lips, she kisses my neck by my ear

Oh fuck me, so good

"Fuck, you're so strong Jonghie", she whispers

I moan, getting even more turned on

"So many muscles. Fuck so hot"

She's driving me insane

I had no idea I like hearing her say how strong I am

No idea

My hands slide up her body, her skin soft and trembling against me

"Mm Jonghie, you're hands feel so good", she whimpers, "Fuck, you don't know how long I wanted you to touch me"

She's right, I didn't know that but now that I have touched her I don't ever want to fucking stop

I wrap my hands around her boobs, her hard nipples under my palms

Squeezing softly, her boobs feel so soft, so smooth

Squishy

Big

Perfect

Pushing her boob up, I latch onto her nipple again, sucking hard and fast

I just can't resist

"Jongho oh my god", she moans, her hands squeezing my arms hard

And I feel her soaking my lap

"Please baby, let me inside you", I beg, wanting that so fucking much

Pressing her lips to mine, she gently pushes me back and I go willingly, laying down on her bed

She kisses my cheek, then sits up, looking down at my body, biting her lip, trailing her fingers along my abs

"You're so fucking beautiful Jonghie", she whispers

Beautiful?

Me?

"I...uh.."

"You don't have to say anything Jonghie. Just take the compliment", she smiles

I nod stupidly

"Are you sure you want this Jonghie?", she asks hesitating, "I don't want you to do this because you know about my feelings and feel like you have to"

I shake my head, "That's not happening jagi. I want you so fucking much"

I lift my hips so she can feel my cock, feel how hard she made me

"You feel that baby?"

She bites her lip nodding

"You made me this hard"

"Really?"

I nod, "Yeah Jo. I fucking want you so much. Please baby, can I have you?"

She nods, whispering an ok, then moves on her knees

Her hand wraps around my length, holding me straight up

Lowering herself, I feel my head slide inside her

Oh god she's so wet

She pushes down, taking me in more and more

"Fuck fuck", I groan, pleasure hitting me hard, "So fucking tight"

It's unbelievably tight inside her, pussy opening just enough for me

"Goddamn Jongho, you're cock is huge", she whimpers, still getting me in My brain is shutting off from the fucking pleasure with every inch she takes

She bottoms me out, sitting flush against my pelvis

"Are you all in?"

My eyes wander down to us

"Ffff...fuck", I gape

Her cunt looks so pretty wrapped around me

So goddamn pretty

I can't help but reach out and touch her, opening her lips to see more

Her hole is completely stuffed

With my cock

That thought alone blows my mind

"Jonghie?"

I remember she asked me a question

"Yyy...yeah jagi. I'm all in"

"Ok", she says softly, "I'm gonna ride you"

I nod my head so much, I feel like a bobble head doll

She slides up my shaft, just my head inside her

Then she goes back down quickly, taking me all in one stroke

"Fuck", I yell, immense pleasure washing over me

She bounces on me at a good pace

Not too hard, not too light

Not too fast, not too slow

Bottoming me out every time

She moans softly and my gaze snaps to her

Her eyes are closed, pleasure all over her face as she moves, her boobs jiggling with her bouncing

My god she's stunning

How did I not notice before?

How did I not see how fucking attracted I am to her?

"So fucking beautiful", I breathe

Her eyes open and she gazes down at me, her cheeks pink but a small smile on her face

Her pussy throbs on me hard, fast, feeling out of this world

Her hands lay on my stomach, leaning while she fucks me, her bounces getting faster, her cunt creaming my cock like I've never seen before

It's so fucking pretty

Her breathing is getting so rapid, a sheen of sweat on her perfect body

"Jonghie", she whimpers, going harder, clenching my length over and over

"Yeah princess. Cum for me. Please", I urge her

"Jongho!", she cries, pleasure all over her face, her body shaking and arching as she cums

Unbelievable pleasure hits me as her cunt gets the tightest it's been so far

Holy shit

How does it feel this amazing?

How?

When she's done, she starts bouncing again, the pleasure non stop

I close my eyes for a second, gripping the sheets hard

I can't...she's fucking amazing

I never thought I'd get the best sex I ever had with my best friend

Her pace changes and I open my eyes

Moving on me slowly, I look up at her, watching her in awe

She clenches me tightly, pleasure blasting in my body

I feel her hands move along my stomach, up to my chest, touching me so gently

I didn't know touching could feel so good

Her hands move to my shoulders and down my arms to my hands

She lifts my hands, putting them on her hips while she increases her speed

It feels so fucking good

Not just the sex but everything

The touches drive me crazy, making me want her hands, her finger on me so much more

She leans forward, kissing my lips so lightly, it's barely there

And all it does is make me want more of her kisses

Only her kisses and in this moment, I will do anything to get them

When she sits back up, I do too, sliding my hand from her hips, up the sides of her smooth body

My hands move to her back on their own, my fingers tangling in her hair

I pull her closer, my lips against her, kissing her desperately

When I slide my tongue in her mouth and touch hers, both of us moan loudly, her arms wrapping around my neck, her hands burying in my hair, tugging softly

She's the one

My one

I know it

I knew from the first kiss

Everything feels too good

Feels like I belong with her

Feels like she's mine

She drags her kisses along my jaw and I just close my eyes, feeling her perfect lips on me

As she moves along my shoulder, my skin trembles with every kiss

So good

Moving her hair back, I give her kisses of my own to her pretty neck

Bouncing in my lap, I feel her get tighter on me, both of us kissing each other's skin

Her fingers tighten in my hair, her other hand flat against my back, her body against mine

My arms around her, in her hair, on her back, holding her, her skin right against mine, our sweat mixing together

It's fucking perfect

Her breaths become faster, her little body shaking in my arms

"Jongho", she moans as I nod, asking her to cum on me

She orgasms, throbbing so hard, soaking me

And the pleasure is fucking out of this world

I keep kissing her neck, my mind blanking from feeling her orgasm

"I'm...I'm..", I whimper

"Yes", she whispers, still bouncing and I moan loudly letting go, coming inside her

She pulses more, clenching me over and over, milking my cock as her cunt takes all my cum, making the blinding pleasure last longer

I never came this hard before

It's never been this pleasurable

All I can do is feel

"Joanne fuck, baby", I whimper, hugging her close

"Feels so good Jonghie", she whispers

When I finish, I feel so tired

So satisfied

I've never felt that way with anyone before

And I love that feeling

I lay down, taking her with me, nuzzling into her

I feel her arms go around me, cuddling me, her fingers playing in my hair

"You're mine", I tell her

Her eyes move up to mine, "Is that what you want?"

"One hundred percent jagi", I murmur, "I want to be with you so much. I didn't know how much I wanted you until now. I'm sorry I didn't see it before. But if you'll be mine, I'll be all yours. Only yours"

I hope she says yes

I was stupid before, blind but I'm not anymore

She's the one I want

"You really want that?", she asks hesitantly

More than anything

"Yes jagi. I do"

She smiles, taking my breath away, "I think that can be arranged"

I smile back, "Good jagi. That makes me so happy"

"Me too baby", she whispers, cuddling into me

I hold her tightly, running my fingers in her soft hair, "Are you hungry baby?"

"Mmm hmm but I don't wanna get up yet", she says, "I wanna cuddle with you more"

Thank god, because I want that too

I just thought she may be be hungry because of her hangover, that seems to be over

"I think that can be arranged", I grin as we get comfortable under the blankets

--------------------------------

Later that night

"Hey", I hear behind me, someone tapping my arm

I turn around, mindful not to spill the drinks I'm carrying

"Hi", the girl who was at the club last night smiles at me

Shit

I forgot about her

The guys wanted to go out to party again

Me and Joanne decided to finally get out of bed after spending all day in it together and tag along

I completely forgot that this girl said she would be here

And honestly I don't care

Looking at her, she has nothing on my jagi

I'm not even slightly turned on by her like I was last night

However I am turned on just by looking at my jagi

She let me pick her clothes for tonight and it's another skimpy outfit, that drives me crazy

But it's ok, I'm the only one who gets to touch her

"You came back", she smiles

"Uh yeah but it's not gonna work out between us", I tell her

"What? Why not?", she asks

"Because I have a girlfriend"

Her eyes widen in shock, "You had a girlfriend the whole time?"

I shake my head, "Uh no. I got one this morning actually"

She raises her eyebrow, "Oh so it's new new. You can blow her off. You told me you'd be here for me tonight"

I look at her in disgust

She can't be serious

She can't really believe a guy would blow off their girlfriend for her

"Well I'm here with her tonight. And I'm not blowing her off for you. I'd never do that. She's the one I want so it's not happening"

"But I came here for you!", she snaps

I scoff, "You said you were coming here anyway. Not for me"

"I came expecting to see you"

Ok, I'm done

I told her no and she keeps insisting

I just need to leave

I shrug, "I'm sorry but it's not happening. Have a good night"

"But-", she starts

I just turn around and make my way back to Joanne

"Here jagi", I smile, handing her her drink

"That girl-"

"Means nothing jagi", I say, sitting down, putting my arm around her, "I told her I have a girlfriend"

He raises her eyebrow, "Did you?"

"Of course jagi.", I assure her, "She has nothing on you baby. You're the one I want"

She smiles softly, lighting up her whole face, "Yeah?"

I nod, smiling, "Yeah baby"

I press a kiss to her soft lips, my head spinning

"Wanna dance?", she asks

Normally I'm not a dancer but that could also be because I didn't have a girlfriend to dance with

I do now

"Yeah jagi", I answer

We both take a sip of our drinks, then leave them on the table, telling Yunho to watch them

Taking her hand, I pull her up and lead her to the dance floor

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 14

Prompt: gifts

cw: implied/referenced child abuse

Summary:

Sometimes gift-giving ain't all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it is. - A series of moments from Jamie's life.

Here on AO3

Age 4

Gasp! “Is this for me? Did you make this? Oh, Jamie, it’s beautiful, I love it. Come on, now, give mummy hugs.”

Age 7

“Oh, thanks baby. That looks wonderful. No, I do, I do like it! I do! Mummy’s just really tired today, I promise. Soon as the holidays are over, I’ll go back to working my normal shifts.”

Age 9

“Did you make me breakfast in bed? That’s so sweet! Thank you so much, love. …Was this by any chance the last tin of beans in the cupboard?”

Age 11

“What the hell is this? Did your mum put you up to this? Bit cheap, innit?”

Age 12

“No, of course I’d love to come to your match, Jamie. But you know with this new job I started, it’s not a good look if I ask for time off so soon.”

Age 13

“Did you think that I wouldn’t already have the new kit? Huh? You think I’m broke? Is that the kind of garbage your mother’s been filling your head with? Teaching you how to disrespect your old man?”

Age 14

“Look, junior. I know things got a bit heated between us last time I came around. Just the way it is with us men sometimes, am I right? I’m sure you said some things you regret too. But your mom and I, we’ve been talking, and I think I’ve got a shot there. Make us a proper family again. Now, what do you say you and me, we celebrate the occasion by taking ourselves a little father/son bonding trip? Ever been to Amsterdam?”

Age 15

“We can make a day of it. Get lunch, maybe go to the cinema? Oh. Oh, no, that’s all right, love. I didn’t know that you’d made plans with your friends already. Right. Right. Well, if you think you’ll be home in time for dinner-“

Age 16

“-right. Uh huh. No, I know you’re busy, love, but I was thinking. I know how stressed you’ve been lately and how hard you’ve been working. Maybe later this year, you and I can take a trip, hm? Around New Year’s? Just the two of us. Get away for a little bit before you skyrocket into superstardom.

“No, you don’t have to help pay for it any of it, Jamie-”

Age 17

“-No, I know you’ve got a match, Jamie. It doesn’t have to be this weekend. I told you, whenever you’re free-“

Age 18

“Now that you’re making money, I think it’s only fair you treat your old man to a drink.”

Age 19

“New fancy contract, and you’re telling me you can’t afford to do something nice? For your own dad? C’mon, son, I’m not asking for a Porsche here-“

Age 20

“I’m not saying you have to like him, Jamie! But Simon’s important to me, and I’d like you to actually meet him before-“

Age 21

“-lazy, uninspired, waste of fucking space on the pitch! Is it any fucking wonder that Pep’s got you warming the bench for the real players when you’re out there bottling penalties? Hey. Hey! You fucking look at me when I’m talking to you-!“

Age 22

“I know you’re still screening my calls, but I just called to thank you for the flowers. I’d ask about your birthday, but I’m sure you already have plans.”

Age 22

SMACK.

Age 23

“Oh, babes, I wish you’d told me. I already promised my mum I’d go ‘round hers for the holiday. Only she’s just moved down here, and she hasn’t been able to meet anyone yet- no, you do not want to meet her, trust me. But hey, you have fun in Spain- wait you didn’t already buy the tickets, did you?”

Age 24

“Would you look at that? City wins on my son’s birthday, and he ain’t even here to see it. All because he let some stupid yank make him soft, and now he’s too much of a pussy to stick it out when things get tough. What’s wrong, junior? Did Roy Kent calling you little bitch on TV hurt your widdle feelings? Huh? You gonna cry? You gonna cry about it?-”

[“Dad”]: Don’t you fucking hang up on me

[“Dad”]: Jesus Christ, no need to be so sensitive

[“Dad”]: Did you sort my tickets for the next match?

Age 24

“Yeah, but, you know, some folks might also consider that buying affection, you know.”

Age 24

“Jamie? Oh��� we didn’t expect you to call. No, it’s fine, we aren’t going anywhere; Simon’s tinkering around in the kitchen… You tried them? Really. That’s- ahem, of course. Of course I’ll let him know.

“SIMON! Jamie tried your gluten free lemon pound cake! He said it was ‘fucking tasty’! His words!

“Jam, Simon would like to know what your nutrition guidelines say about – love, is this a list?”

Age 24

[Isaac]: Alright, everyone. Jamie’s birthday is coming up, so it’s time to start making plans.

[Sam]: Did you remember to remove Jamie from the group chat before you sent the text?

[Isaac]: Shit

Age 25

“...and this is going to sound so weird, but I promise I am not a stalker. I’m Roy’s sister. Yes, that Roy. Uh, you may be aware that he has a niece – Phoebe, yes – and she has something important she would like to ask you.”

“Hi Jamie! It’s Phoebe! Would you like to come celebrate Uncle’s Day with us?”

Age 25

“I love it.”

[ariesflyxzz]

Let's write something for my blog and to burn some bored time I am having during my school's break (Yes my school allowed student to use phone lmao)

🎐| Warning(s): Typing issues, grammar, fanon(?).

🌸| Type: Fluff, headcanon, KNY, F!Reader, sfw.

Hantengu clones & F!Dragon!Reader: Find out you're original a dragon.

< F!dragon!reader: Reader's original a dragon demon who can shape-shift into a human. In dragon form, reader can use all of her power, but in human form, she can't. The dragon form is optional by the way. She hide her dragon form because she hd been bullied by her strange appearence. >

|| Urogi ||

Probably a little disappointed because you hide this to him, but quickly recovered by your tail-cuddles.

He easily accept the fact that you're original a dragon. Depsite being a dragon, you'll still kind and cute as in human form.

After asking why, he know you've been bullied.

That's when he would kill those bullied you for you. But you're kind, so you didn't want to do so even though you're a demon - That's why he adore you.

Secretly kill them without letting you know.

Happily cuddles your wings and tail.

You guys have some night-flies together sometime.

He love to wrap his wings around your neck or tail while sleeping. Sure it feels good and comfortable for him, you too of course.

You love to use your claws to tickle his feathers. So he love using his to talons to do the same with your wings.

You show him that you can breath out fire. He usually tease you because sometime you couldn't do it - Like only a little fire come out.

Urogi loves teasing you about your tail wagging like a cat tail whenever you'te happy or exdited.

He'll do anything for you to help you forget about those bullies: Cuddles, jokes, hunting, ect,...

If you feel shy and disappointed about your 'strange' appearence, Urogi will laughs at your face. Not because he think the same, just your thoughts about yourself is laughable to him.

You used your tail to slap his face for that.

But truly, he'll tell that you are beautiful in your way and if whoever bully you again, say it to him. He'll kill them for sure.

|| Aizetsu ||

Suprise because you show him you're original a dragon, not a normal demon.

This pussy ass will be so sad since you told him why you hide this form from him.

But he was still glad because you've trusted him so good, so you had brave to show him your original form. He understood it ^_^

He understand that you'll sad if he kill those, plus he didn't really like killing. Just went to their house and threat them.

Love to cuddles your wings and tail.

He's kinda clingy around you, even in dragon form.

Aizetsu lets you use him as your pillow for your tail xd. He also love sleeping nextby your head.

You usually comfort him when he's sad, so instead of teasing you like Urogi when you're ashame of your appearence, Aizetsu will give you gentle kisses, cuddles and comfort to help you like you had do with him.

"You're a beautiful and wonferful lover that I've could ever dreamt of, [y/n]."

This emo guy is too good at comfort a dragon.

You sometime show him some fire-shoot that you've been practise a while, that he admire a lots.

He love to let you wrap your long tail around him like a blanket.

He know you can sing very well, so whenever you are singing, he'll be a good listener - Even in dragon form.

Often have a heart attack when sleeping because of your snozes. It sound like thunder omfg.

|| Sekido ||

He was angry as first because you have hidden your true form this long. But he still willing to hear out your reasons although how angry is he at the moment.

After knowing you've been bullied, he even angry-er, mostly at those bullies. Even you told him to not kill them, he still.

Not-so-secret kill them the most painful way.

Huff at you all the time so you have to use your way: Wrap your tail and wings around him.

He may be a badass, but still let you cuddles him whenever you need to. (Like comfort?)

Love to listen to your purr while patting your head, tail or wings.

He will deny it, but actually like to take your tail as a pillow.

You showed him your ✨Ultimate✨ fire-shoots. Outside looks like he didn't care that much, but inside he feels proud and interesting.

You also suggest him if Sekido can mix his thunder with your fire, so boom. You got a fire-electric attack that can even damage Karaku & Urogi.

Sekido will hiss at you if you try to take him for a flight, but when you can throw him on your back, he'll never can get down.

Although keep saying "this is pointless" or "waste time", he'll still quitely enjoy the night-flight with you.

He feels jealous when you also take Aizetsu and Karaku for some flights lmaooo

You have sharp fangs, so you need something great to grind teeth shorter (AKA Sekido's staff) He'll scream but can do nothing but look at his weapon being your fangs new toy.

Still caring and comfort you when you feel ashame of your appearence. But tbh, he was too bad at comfort.

|| Karaku ||

Suprise by teasing you because you finally show your original form.

But he'll be serious about who bullied you. Torture them, who bullied you in silence .

Like Urogi, he loves to cuddles your wings and tail.

Not mention he love to use his fangs on you at night-

This joker love teasing you, like really when you are ashame of your appearence.

But you can't deny the fact that if he comfort you, he'll very well on it. Also an A+ listener.

Because of his jokes, you like to slap your wings on his face. Depsite those, you still adore him.

While he's sleeping, you often use your claws to cut his hair or tie his hair like ✨barbie✨. He'll be mad for sure lol

His comfort way is unique: Karaku will tell you some funny stories or teasing about human, and cuddles you a lots.

He love to make your face red and your tail wag crazily of his dark jokes.

Of course, you show him your fire-shootzzz. At first, he pretend to really, really love it. And then when you showing him again, Karaku will use his fan to fire extinguishing.

"I just do it for the forest dear~"

You chase him all over the whole forest. When you grap his back, he sweat dropped. Ahem, just take him on a fight ^^

What could I say? He also like to sleep on your head and back because of some soft fur on those.

Sometime he even gently kiss on your fored head, make you cover your crazy red face. He laughs a lottt

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day🎐

🎐| Writer: Ariesflxyz

🌸| Notes: I'm tireddddd.This actually took me more than 3 hrs help.

[yurrfttboyy]

“You’re absolutely sure he doesn’t mind all of this? My feet are pretty rank, and this is pretty crazy” He said, with genuine concern in his voice; however he couldn’t be too concerned, as his foot remained a centimeter from my face, with my nose just under his toes.

“Oh trust me, just as long as he’s able to smell your feet he is more than happy” she replied. It didn’t take much convincing, they were making out again only seconds later…

He was absolutely right to ask about me, as I was a sight to see, and I think he’s a first-timer at our place! I am completely covered in black rubber from head to toe. My suit connects to a wicked hood that covers my entire face. My hood has only 2 small holes for my nostrils, the rest of it is solid black with no holes for my eyes or mouth. I could still hear them through small holes in the ear area, but there was no way I could see or speak, let alone even breathe through my mouth. My mouth was filled with dirty socks before I was stuffed in the suit, so not only was the rubber forcing me to breathe through my nose, but the socks filing my mouth also served as an extra barrier. Aside from my nostrils being exposed, there was a hole in the rubber suit just for my nub, locked securely in it’s chastity belt and exposed for them to look and laugh at. It was straining like hell of course, thanks to the months of chastity, my insane foot fetish, and the rancid feet of a horny stranger currently forced into my face for me to smell; and it was also out on display!

So not only am I a black rubber freak with a menacing looking boner fighting desperately behind the bars of a tiny, metal chastity belt to break free, but I’m also bound to the foot of the bed. My thick posture collar ensures I remain facing straight ahead, unable to turn my head even a millimeter or to look up or down. My wrists are shackled to the posts of the bed, mits on my hands, and there is a leash connected to my posture collar that is wrapped around the frame of the bed. I’m stuck in place, forced to take and smell whatever is placed in front of me. It’s quite pathetic, but believe it or not this is the third time this week I’ve found myself strapped to the bed smelling a strange man’s feet while he and my wife enjoy each other. It’s pretty normal around here these days…

I am a faceless freak who can’t move, sitting here sniffing the feet of the man who is cuddling with and about to spend the night with my wife. I’ll never know what he looks like, I’ll never be able to speak to him, and we will never know each other. I could run into him tomorrow and never know it, but I have heard him fuck, make out with, and spend the whole evening flirting with my wife all while I knelt there and sniffed his feet the entire time.

My wife often likes to remind me that one of those guys out there who comes over regularly has the keys to my chastity belt, and if I can ever find a way to ask him for it when he’s over, I’m free to; but until then it’s staying locked. I’m always gagged, hooded, suited up, and bound to the bed by the time they get here until after they’ve gone… I couldn’t even use my eyes to try and convince them, let alone speak up and ask them. And besides, she has so many dudes over there no telling who has my damned keys. I’m destined to remain locked in chastity forever, bound at the foot of the bed smelling guys’ feet while they pleasure my wife into the early hours of the morning. It’s pretty hot though, and she’s always happy.

Happy wife = happy life. If only she’d let me touch her feet, but she refuses to…she says I only deserve stinky man feet. These days she won’t even take her shoes off in front of me unless I’m wearing my hood, I don’t even know what they look like anymore…I’m just the little foot gimp for her lovers’ big stinky feet. I don’t know why so many of them agree to do it, I guess she must have a really nice pussy. I wouldn’t know to be honest….I’ve never even seen her naked before, let alone had sex with her. She and her men always sound like they are having a great time, often going for round 2 or 3, so I guess having a faggot smelling their feet isn’t such a big trade off to them..

[thegeminisage]

time for a star trek update. sunday we watched ds9's "dax" and tng's "tapestry," and last night* we watched ds9's "the passenger"

*times changed as always i am actually typing this up at 1am and scheduling it to go up later

dax (ds9):

i feel like we sorely needed this episode bc we havent gotten much out of dax yet, except for how she (he? to refer to the old one right) and sisko fucked twins together or something (and good for them)

i like the ethical questions it presents. IS jadzia responsible for crimes curzon committed? she both is and isn't the same person, but who she is can't be split down the middle, so how can you be fair to both halves?

WWWILD that people fight for the honor of being possessed by a worm. i think that sounds horrible. not everyone has to agree with me, of course

i like whatever sisko and dax have going on. "you used to be way older than me and my father figure and we fucked twins one time but now you're a SUPER hot young woman who i both know very well and also don't know at all and one time you touched my face oh So gently." like, what the hell was that, firstly, and secondly, he can't even decide if he's attracted to her or not. the upshot of it all being that if jadzia was only jadzia she would, hilariously, be way too young for him

kira didn't have much screentime in this episode but i like when she and sisko instantly and nonverbally worked out that she was gonna be a shit about bureaucracy simply to get dax's ass out of the frying pan. and she smiled the whole time she did it!! i love i love i LOVE that she smiles when she's angry. one hundo percent my fav thing about her

they didn't exactly answer any of the questions they set up in this episode bc dax got off on a technicality (didn't do the murder) but i kind of like it better that way. like, you really CAN'T answer where dax ends and jadzia begins, that's the point of it. if i was ranking ds9 characters from most to least favorite (adn trust me i WILL get to that), dax would probably be near be near the bottom, not bc i don't like her but because usually she's very closed off and not interesting, but this was fascinating af. good for her

tapestry (tng):

this episode fucking sucked ass

firstly, q didn't add anything to this episode. like he didn't save picard from danger, or affect change in any way whatsoever. picard coded but lived. that's the exact same thing that would have happened had q not interfered. so what did he even do that for? normally he gives a reason even if it is a bad one but this time it's ???

way too few moments of q wanting desperately to fuck picard while picard wants desperately to be away from him bc he a wretched little man. i bet he watched picard fuck that girl though

which by the way is sooo weird. she's too young to be kissing sir patrick stewart, love and light

the story picard told about getting stabbed to wesley was actually one of the cooler moments of that episode, but seeing it acted out, especially by the actor who played young picard, made it...less cool. sir patrick stewart did a better job because he's sir patrick stewart, but i was so done with the episode by the time we got there that i didn't care

what was the message of this episode exactly? it's dumb to have regrets? you should always get into bar brawls that can kill you and you're a bad friend if you don't do it? don't attempt to initiate a romantic relationship with a girl you've been crushing on who has stated that she likes you back? picard's like "hey maybe we shouldn't provoke these guys who can kill us over a fucking game" and suddenly everyone in his life thinks he's a bad person?? like he was afraid for his life and his friend was just bulldozing over all his concerns THAT GUY is a bad person. not picard?? for once??

johnny nickname stupid. actually picard's whole younger self persona sucks. it's like what society thinks captain kirk was, because of KIRK DRIFT. he's a caricature. and old present day picard is a pussy who never leaves the ship and told worf to kill himself?? is there no middle ground???

oh yeah and isn't it a little insulting to be like...my god, this LOSER who carries around papers all day and does nothing else, this life is a fate worse than death! it's better to be DEAD than in a body of a low ranking science officer. If You Don't Get Stabbed In Bar Fights No One Will Ever Notice You You Will Never Be Offered Opportunities

like sorry who did they think watched star trek...surely not people with day jobs which involved carrying papers to superiors

at least we have dom jot. it look sooooo fun i was utterly captivated by it i wanna play it in REAL LIFE

anyway. bad episodes when we not only don't have the side characters doing nothing but they straight up arent even here. SIGH. i want tng to be good so bad please please please let the next ones be good

the passenger (ds9):

HELLOOOOOO this one served SOOO much cunt. like, first of all, i want that twink obliterated

it's increasingly funny to be watching julian get shot down by dax. it's like the vibe q and picard have but more grounded and less horrible. and you can tell she really likes him but not Like That, more like a "aww this is my pet twink who keeps hitting on me hes so funny" kind of way. she thinks he's adorable but wouldn't fuck him.

I HOPE. i'll be crushed if he has any romantic entanglements because i want to exclusively imagine him with garak but also because whatever he has going on with jadzia is really funny

also, whatever speech he was making to kira in the shuttle about how fucking great he is when this is his first field assignment. he is so unwell and also funny. her giving up in sheer incredulity and playing along for the bit because he's so stupid you can't even be insulted was like. really good.

odo my beloved...he was really autistic in this episode. he was like, i need to know exactly what my duties are and who's in charge and know that i won't be undermined here. considering the xenophobia he's dealt with i absolutely get it. AND!!! he gave that annoying yellowshirt guy full credit where it was due even though he was being annoying and a big meanie earlier. i loved also that sisko was straight with him, said he liked him, AND!!! stood up for him behind his back. picard never supports his people like this he's too busy telling worf to kill himself ro whatever it is that he does

i also like, of course, all that he has going on with quark. "i'm always watching him" or whatever he said. so true. not to be space racist, but if you'd told me before i watched ds9 i'd have so much fun with the ferengi i'd have thought you were out of your fucking mind

anyway, i haven't decided if anyone in ds9 is my specialest little princess yet but odo, sisko, and kira are currently my top contenders.

oh, speaking of that annoying yellowshirt guy, i was SOOO sure the bad guy had jumped in him bc of his personality transplant but he really did just get his act together and the bad guy was in bashir instead. LOVED that twist bc star trek so rarely manages to trick me, but also i solved it ahead of time because of Clues so i got to feel tricked AND feel smart

the guy who plays julian certainly did act. in those scenes. he opened his mouth so wide to enunciate. he spoke so slowly. it was so fucking hilarious

i like when he got back and he was like it's me, don't shoot! they shot his ass anyway. i literally want that twink obliterated

anyway 9/10 great episode the only thing i missed was o'brien

NEXT TIME: tng's "birthright," parts i & ii, hopefully at the same time lol

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Heathers the Musical | Sentence Starters contains. sex-references, insults, suicide-refs, alcohol & drug ref.

"I believe I'm a good person."

"What did you say to me, skank?"

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail"

"She/He is a mythic bitch"

"For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure"

"Why now are you pulling on my dick?"

"You just gotta prove, you're not a pussy anymore!"

"You're not a lame ass anymore!"

"Hey, mister no-name kid...so who might you be?

"It's fine if you don't agree...but I would fight for you, If you would fight for me."

"When everything numbs, who needs cocaine?"

"Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?"

"Freeze your brain, shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain."

"Let's rub each other's backs, while watching porn on Cinemax!"

"So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?"

"Fill that joint and roll it tight, ain't nobody home tonight!"

"I think that's what they call "Third base"."

"Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out."

"People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal."

"There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

"I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walkin'!"

"I'm hot and pissed and on the pill."

You say you're numb inside, but I can't agree."

"Slap me! Pull my hair! Touch me there and there and there!"

"What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?"

"No one sees the me inside of me..."

"I am more than just a source of handjobs."

"Once, you were geeky and nerd, now you’re flirty, freaky, and dirty."

"I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten."

"Move bitch, this my song!"

"Our love is God."

"I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours."

"Oh, well, I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport."

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!"

"We're "damaged". Really "damaged". But that does not make us "wise"."

"Don't stop looking in my eyes."

"The revolution came and went, tried to change the world, barely made a dent."

"So [NAME]! I'm ending our affair, and I faked it, every single time!"

"We'll sink any minute, so someone must go."

"There's nowhere to hide."

"You don't deserve to live!"

"Here have a sedative!"

"Now we're all grown up and we know better..."

"But I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end."

"You don't know what my world looks like!"

"Knock! Knock! Sorry for coming in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!"

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors, bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

"You left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried.."

"Please don't leave me alone. You were all I could trust. I can't do this alone."

"This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb."

"I wish we'd met before, they convinced you life is war!

"I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair."

"Hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me."

"You look like hell."

"I just got back."

"Are there any happy endings?"

"If no one loves me now, someday somebody will."

"We'll make it beautiful."

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Weekly Book Recs: 12/8/23-12/15/23

The Fake Mate by Lana Ferguson

Omegaverse has gone mainstream, babes! In so many ways, this is a normal contemporary romcom (but in a good way). They're both doctors; he's grumpy, she's sunshiney; they both have semi-ludicrous reasons for needing a fake partner. But while she needs a fake boyfriend to ward off her grandmother's nagging, he needs a fake mate to dispel the notion that he can't be trusted because he's been outed as an ALPHA. And oops, she's an omega. There's knotting. There's animalistic urges taking over logic (my GOD is there ever, and it is amazing). There is slick (and boy is he into it). And also, there is sex at work on the couch. I had a fabulous time with this one.

When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath

I'm not necessarily a big fan of "tomboy" romances, typically. But this one is so sweet, and honestly largely a character piece (there isn't a ton of Big Plot). A lower-class tavern owner who's barely acknowledged her femininity--not due to gender, but due to pressure and fear of "sin"--meets a duke who frankly is good at nothing besides sex. It's rare that a flop hero really, really works for me, and here he does. Because he's a flop, but he's her flop. A heroine-first book that's all about allowing vulnerability and tenderness into your life.

The Scoundrel in Her Bed by Lorraine Heath

As I say always, I am a sucker for second chance romances, and I just devoured this one within the space of like... 48 hours during the work week. The heady young love Lavinia and Finn feel (they gave each other their flowers!!!) is so real, but what makes it even better is the fact that they both change deeply during their eight years apart, and have to fall in love as the people they are now. That is INTENSE. There's a lot of heartache, a lot of acceptance, and a lot of hard decisions. It's not easy for these two to find their way back to each other, but it's absolutely worth the journey. And reader: I cried. Not just one tear, either. Hot, borderline painful, "streaking down my face" tears. It was a lot.

Mafia Virgin by Mila Finelli

I've yet to experience mafia books I've loved quite as much as Mila's--she just captures a level of camp and heat and actual genuine emotion that I don't think a lot of people can. Mafia Virgin was arguably the gentlest book in the series--if you love a good "killer who is secretly a softie/nerdy girl" pairing, this is it. If you like a breeding kink book (as I do) this is also... it. (The amount of times he takes a picture of her pussy right after coming inside her... chef's kiss.) It's fun, it has great cameos from previous leads, it's extremely sexy, and ultimately? It has a heart. Love it.

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Please, your grace, tell us more about the vessel children

GLADLY

Sorry if this makes little sense, I am very sleepy and my brain refuses to work normally

All of these bastards were made with FaaF AU in mind, but they exist in other AUs too

Their ages are listed compared to Flower's age, 21-26 years old, because that's the point where they met most of them to when the conflict with Norel concludes. Except for Baby, who was found when Flower was 26.

This is probably the first time I draw most of these designs, so they might change in the future

Alabaster and Silk were practically inseparable from the moment they left the Abyss (I'm considering making them twins too). The first few years of their lives weren't pretty, they were homeless and survived by stealing alone, it wasn't much but they got by. In their early teens, they got wrapped up in some pretty unsavoury circles before two older ladies showed them some kindness and took them in. The two ladies were fashion designers (a spider and a silkworm moth) and took the kids in as their apprentices, and eventually officially adopted them. A few years later, Alabaster and Silk would find Lime just wandering the streets by themself and took them back to their mums who happily took their younger sibling in as well.

Silk is very very talkative and energetic, a social bee who loves to travel and meet new people. She had some issues with trusting people when their mums just took them in, but eventually, they blossomed into a cheerful kid.

Alabaster is the more tame and level-headed side to Silk's coin, they prefer peace and quiet and sometimes just prefer to be alone. He's completely non-verbal, but despite this also doesn't like to sign, just prefers to stay quiet most of the time.

Lime is a shy, reserved kid who spent most of their early life alone and now finds it hard to connect with others. They mostly stay glued to their siblings' or mums' side and rarely open up to anyone but these four. As they grow, though, they begin to slowly come out of their shell, but it's a long process.

Alanis and Dancer are travelling companions along with Dancer's love interest/boyfriend, Anthony (he's an ant and he's trans, he saw the pun opportunity and took it). Neither of them has naturally dark hair btw, they just dye it.

Alanis used to be a singer in a travelling band, but after a chance encounter with Norel she lost both her friends/siblings and her voice. Thanks to that experience she's a bit more got headed than before and snappy with Dancer, though it all comes from the place of concern. She can come off as a bit rude and bitter at times, but she means well. Though she's no longer able to sing, she still pursues being a musician by playing different instruments.

Dancer is a street performer who takes a lot of pride in his skills and art (his siblings teasingly call him a clown which he despises). He tries to be the comedy relief but it's actually all to mask his years of trauma. He used to travel with two more of their siblings before they got captured by Norel, he was the only one who managed to get out and save Alanis, which is how they met/reunited. Also, literally the biggest pussy there is when it comes to fighting, he's got them oppossum skills (play dead and hope for the best).

Nomi is very different from most of their siblings. Ey were adopted pretty early on by a royal couple from another kingdom and lived a pretty well-off life. They've got kind of shitty self-esteem so they overcompensate by appearing obnoxious confident and self-absorbed. They're kind of naive but try to mean well. You know the type of rich person who asks insane questions like "why don't you just buy a house?" when you complain about rent and then are shocked to learnt hat 99% of people can't do that? Yeah, they're that type of guy.

Razor is a leader of a bandit group. She's an asshole with a gigantic martyr complex who insists that they don't need help even when they're in desperate need of it. Despite his rough exterior though, he loves his siblings more than anything in the world and would sacrifice everything for them. They used to take care of three of their siblings (bluethepearldiver's ocs) until an incident where they ended up murdering their little brother's abusive spouse finally made them realise maybe they can't handle it all by themself and decide it's better if they take their siblings to Hallownest. Also, her hair isn't naturally black, she just dyed it with her own void (with a name like that, did you expect anything less edgy from them?)

Razor also doesn't get along with Nomi and Dancer. They absolutely hate Nomi's naivety to how the world truly works, the two of them just come from such different walks of life that Razor just can't deal with Nomi's perspective on life. Dancer they just comply find annoying.

Wish was Norel's assistant, helping him lure and trap its siblings, all out of its own selfish desire to be spared from the same fate its siblings endured. Aside from that, it's kind of a cold, calculated asshole, placing its own needs above anybody else's. Still, it is not without a heart, and if it feels it can get away with lying to Norel and sabotaging him to help its siblings, it will do it. It does feel remorse sometimes, and in the end, it stabs Norel in the back and helps its siblings, but after everything it did, it doesn't feel like it deserves anything from them so it simply leaves and never contacts any of them again.

Baby was a premature vessel, born after most of their siblings already left the Abyss. It isn't until many years later when Flower is 26, are they finally heard by them. They drag their father out of bed and make him open the Abyss again, and Baby's found and brought to the surface, although weak and wounded. For some time they would only want to be handled by Flower, but eventually warmed up to their parents and slowly started to regain their strength and heal. Now, they are being raised by PK and WL, and considering their small age gap they're best of friends with Flower's twins, Spectre and Sting. Baby was also named by Flower (they suck at naming things).

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[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 18TH ] - SATORU GOJO x fem! reader (dr x nurse au) {REPOST}

synopsis; your pussy has been aching and in pain. but don't worry, dr. gojo will take great care of his fellow colleague. he will make sure all the boo boos go away. wk; 1k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, sex toys, squirting, nicknames, overstimulation, fingering, beta read!

notes; so i had posted this on october the 18th and it got almost 700 notes but bc tumblr is the way it is it flagged my post and dleted it from tumblr so i am doing what i do best. not litenin and obv reposting it. remeber ur setting on tumblr to make sure it allows all mature things and make sure to reblog, like, comment so it can get back to the notes babes ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ily all my bbys.

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you waited in dr. gojo’s waiting room. patient to have your name called out. the predicament you were in was actually comicall. you were dr. gojo’s nurse. he was your boss. he was the best gynecologist in the city, many women came to him and seeked his profession. you were always beside him, writing down everything and assisting him in whatever he needed. now you were one of his patients. you trusted him more than anything. you twisted in your seat, feeling discomfort and sensitivity on your vagina. you definitely needed his help, it was becoming a nuisance. 

“y/n,” another nurse called out to you. “wait, don’t you work here?” she asked. you usually never worked this day so you both didn’t know each other, but apparently she recognized your name.

“guilty,” you chuckled as you grabbed your bag, wanting to already be inside the room to get a diagnosis. 

“well, follow me. dr. gojo is waiting for you.”

you followed the nurse and gojo sat in his doctor’s chair, writing something in your folder. “y/n!’ he said as his ice blue eyes met yours. “my y/n. come sit here.” he tapped on the paper covered table. “thank you, i got it from here,” satoru winked at the nurse. you could tell her heart probably stopped at that moment. all the nurses and patients were obsessed with satoru. they found him incredibly handsome and so attractive. “so sweetheart, what seems to be the problem?” satoru asked, wheeling over to your sitting position. touching your knees with gloved hands. 

you understood everyone's appeal. not only did he look so handsome but he also smelled so good like cologne. “well, i’ve been feeling weird lately.” you played with your fingers. you sort of regretted coming to your boss’s clinic. this was so embarrassing. 

“weird? in what way?”

you clutched your shirt and shimmied uncomfortably. 

dr. gojo grabbed your hands, “sweetie, look at me. i’m a doctor okay. you are my best nurse and i’m really thankful to have you working for me. so if i want you longer i’m gonna have to make sure my best nurse is healthy, okay? whatever you tell me stays between us. i am your doctor, i care about you and want you to seek the best help ever. so don’t be shy, tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” he rolled his chair back to your folder to write down your symptoms. 

“alright…” you gulped. “so my vagina has been very sensitve recently like sexually sensitive. i am horny most of the time and very wet down there, more than usual! i know most of this is normal but it’s getting to the point where it’s messing with my day to day life. all i think about is sex. and my clit is swollen and my lips are fat and puffy. i don’t know what to do doctor.”

satoru sat there quiet. his eyes turned dark then he gave a goofy smile. “is that so? y/n, let me ask you. when’s the last time you’ve had sex?”

you sighed, “it’s been forever doctor. i haven’t had sex in a really long time.”

satoru wrote that down and clapped his hands. “well, alright. let’s get you changed and check everything out. here’s a robe.” he handed it to you.

“do you want me to go into the changing room?”

he shook his head, “no since we're kinda on time here. just do it there and i’ll turn around for privacy.”

you nodded. you started removing each piece of clothing. tits spilled out and panties off. you were completely naked. you grabbed your clothing and bent over to place it on a chair nearby. when you looked to the side you saw that dr. gojo was staring completely at you, your spreaded ass cheeks and your tight hole. he saw everything. you were flustered but knew it must have been for a reason. so without alerting him you knew he was watching you put on the robe and sat back down on the table, “done.”

satoru feigned innocence. “alright. let’s get you checked. you know the drill love.” his chair rolled up to you and you propped your feet up. 

that was when you opened your legs wide for dr. gojo. you could feel his cool breath breathing against your sensitive pussy. “how’s it looking boss?”

satoru got a good look at your pussy. he saw all of you, even your asshole. your pussy was pulsing, closing in and out. gojo gently lifted his fingers to your lips and gently spread them apart, seeing your hole. he inspected every inch of your cunt. “well, you are very wet. there is a lot of moistness here.” satoru used his middle finger to pick up all your cream. 

“fuckkk,” you moaned. your eyes widened as you realized you moaned. “o-oh my god! i am so sorry.”

“don’t be sweetheart. you know how many girls do that. if you need to let it out, let it out. it must be so painful having gone for that long without a thick cock to be inside you.” he pouted, feeling sorry for you.

“yes, you get it. it’s true.” 

satoru continued to spread your juices around your pussy. “i just want to see how wet you can get.” he closened on your cunt and inhaled your scent. “it smells delicious y/n. i can tell you take good care of it. and it looks beautiful. the most prettiest vagina i’ve ever seen.”

“really?”

satoru used his thumbs to spread your lips as far apart as they can go, “see how wet you get when i do that? i can tell that you need this.”

you moaned, “shittt. god that feels so good. but yeah, see, it’s really sensitive.”

satoru slapped it playfully. “why don’t you lay back, yeah? and let me take care of this. i know how to solve your problem. i know how to cure you.” 

you opened your legs wider, “yes please.”

satoru started to massage your clit, “shhh, just like that. let’s get this problem taken care of.” 

“shit, right there.” you huffed, feeling so sensitive. 

satoru’s glove mixed with your juices made slick plasticy noise. he used one hand to open up your folds while the other pinched your clit then dipped lower to have his middle finger enter you. “now, how does that feel?” he smirked. 

“oh my god. don’t stop. fuck. i feel so full, so good.” you felt all that tension was slowly draining. you needed him. your pussy contracted around his finger and sucked him up. 

“wow, your pussy is very eager,” dr. gojo talked vulgarly, making you more wet. your hips grinded against his finger.

slowly gojo flicked your clit back and forth while he gently rocked his finger in and out of you. “let me take this off.” he bit his gloves off and again added his middle finger inside you. his digit was cold and the contrast was better than your fingers. “you like that sweetheart?” satoru asked as he went faster, easier to slide in because of your natural lube. 

“mmmmmm, yesss doctor. don’t stop.” you held his hand to keep going on your cunt. it was globbing up your juices and dr. gjo was going quicker each second. he curled his finger, but didn’t want you to cum. “i know just the thing.”

you were annoyed that he stopped but were met with a buzzing sound and the most overwhelming feeling ever on your clit. 

“this should help.”

it was a vibrator wand on your clit. satoru held it there, noticing the way your whole cunt vibrated and was glistening more from your wetness, “that’s it. good girl.”

“fuckkkkkk!” you screamed. you moaned loudly at the pressure that was building up. “shitttt.” your legs shook from the vibrations. you felt you were having an outer body experience. “fuckkkk satoru, i’m gonna cum.” you orgasmed, thrusting your hips as you wanted something inside you. 

“tsk, tsk, tsk. were not done.” satoru wagged his finger. he still kept the vibrator resting on your clit but then he brought out a dildo. it was a good size, probably not as big as dr. gojo but still a good size. satoru spat on the dildo and then gently shoved it inside you. 

“ughhhhhh, fuckkkk!” you went cross eyed for a second. having the feeling of being full being what you needed. you felt your walls pulsing around the dildo as it slipped in and out easily. dr. gojo kept the vibrator on your clit and the dildo drilling in and out. his eyes were dark and he was emotionless. he got pleasure out of overstimulating you. 

“no-no more. ugh shit i’m gonna cum again!” you were so sensitive, crying out. you hoped no one heard you. “right there.”

dr. gojo moved his wrist to fasten his pace. his hands getting drenched in your cum as he probed the whole thing inside you. “do you like taking in the whole cock y/n? yeah, you like that baby?”

“yes, doctor! oh yes! harder! faster! please!” 

dr. gojo listened and went even faster, putting the virbator on the highest volume. 

“fuckkkk!” you groaned loud as spurts of your juices drenched satoru. you squirted many times. the flow quieted but then because of the virbator it squirted out again. “fu-fuck.” you shook as you kept squirting. it covered dr. gojo’s collared shirt and doctor’s cloak. “oh my god.” you couldn’t stop shaking. the orgasm was earth shattering. your cream dripped down to your ass hole. feeling cool when it met with the air. 

as gojo sat up you noticed you squirted on his glasses. he smiled as he pulled the dildo out with a pop. it was shiny and dripping. “see? now didn’t that feel better? i told you, i am one of the best doctors.”

[teaspoon-full-of-sugar]

lesson

pairing: harry styles x reader

warnings: smut, masterbation, daddy mentions, heavy degradation and humiliation (lots of sluts and whores) but also some good girls !! teasing (so much teasing), orgasm denial/edging, choking, bondage, cum play (so also unprotected sex), pussy play (including spanks and cock thumping), pillow humping (for like a second), spitting, panty fucking, harry has a very dirty mind, please, only 18+ !!

word count: 6.4k

synopsis: he only has one rule, and she still can’t seem to follow it (or in which harry teaches y/n a lesson)

author’s note: hello! this took a little longer than i expected, so thank you for being patient with me! this is absolute, pure, unadulterated filth (absolutely no fluffiness about this—be proud for me) please, note the warnings and don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned above (that’s why i put them there :)) xx

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Y/N’s heart races in her ears as she scrubs at her hands, foamy soap slipping down her wrists in her haste. Harry calls for her downstairs, the front door slamming shut, shaking the house. She can’t find her voice just yet, traces of a stolen orgasm lingering in her tired body. The sheets are crumpled from her quick highs, and her legs are weak. She feels giddy, despite the odd numbness that seeps into her bones. She finally feels fulfilled after a long day of insatiable throbbing between her legs.

Clad in a simple tee and underwear, she steps out of their bathroom when he finally gets up to their bedroom. She dries her hands off, eucalyptus, mint, and other artificial scents lingering. She’s still catching her breath.

“Hey, babe,” she smiles, just like she does every time he gets back home, but there’s something behind it that’s unfamiliar, a devilish hint.

It’s her eyes that give her away.

They’ve been together long enough for him to know what she looks like after she comes, her shaky legs, dopey smile, and glazed over eyes. The mischievous glint is different, however.

“How was your—”

“How many times?”

“What?” She tilts her head to the side, brows furrowed innocently. It angers him; it actually makes his chest tight, and he has to bite his cheek to keep from snapping. She has the nerve to act as if nothing is wrong. Lip tucked between teeth, she steps forward, hands splayed in front of her. An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in his stomach. Not quite possessiveness but certainly close, this feeling is akin to lust and indignation, and it melts into a pool of gluttonous desire.

Normally, he takes a step back to collect his thoughts when he’s this emotionally invested, but it’s difficult when she looks so tempting, so divine, so satisfied. Fresh faced with a cheeky grin, she beckons him, imploring him to punish her, challenging him to ruin her.

He stalks forward, their gazes never faltering, until she falls onto the bed, still looking at him innocently.

“How many times did you make yourself come?”

His words bite, but she looks indifferent, the glazed look in her eyes taunting him. She doesn’t answer, but then again, she knows that she doesn’t need to. He cups her throat, so tender, pliable, and exposed, and he can feel her swallow thickly.

“I’ll ask again. How many times?”

She stares at him, jaw set and ready to hold her own. It’s different from her usual demeanor. No matter how bratty she would act, she easily fell into her submissive headspace, answering his questions obediently and listening to him eagerly. She doesn’t seem to want to break that easily today. Instead of her usual shy and shameful glaces at her hands, she sits up fully, looking him dead in the eyes, and grins, a twisted little smirk that makes his stomach curl and his cock grow thick. She wants to play a game, but it seems that she has forgotten that he is the one in charge. His fingers tighten around her throat, pressing into the spots beneath her jaw that leave her vision hazy.

“Only once,” she says sweetly, albeit weakly from her grip on her neck.

Lies.

He knows that.

She knows that he knows that, but maybe a part of her just wants him to piss him off.

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” he snaps. “How many times?”

His patience is wearing thin, and this game, this teasing, is getting out of hand. She thinks that she can have an advantage over him, while still playing the submissive. Someone needs to put her in her place.

“Almost three times,” she admits finally, sinking back. He finally lets go of her neck, and she holds the spot where his hand once was, vexing eyes yearning for his touch. He cocks a brow.

“Almost? Did I interrupt the third?”

“Yes,” she whines. That’s when he notices her thighs pressing tight together, and she shifts on the bed.

“Does daddy not please you, babylove? You need to touch your princess parts because daddy doesn’t make you feel good anymore.”

Filled with hurt, his words seem to get to her. The familiar docile look in her eyes slips in, and her lips sink into a pout. She’s drinking from the palm of his hand.

“Maybe I just shouldn’t touch you anymore—”

“No,” she cries, sinking further into her headspace. “But—daddy, you left this morning,” she says, her lips pouting.

That’s true.

The night before, she was his soft babylove, who just wanted to be as close to him as possible, be held and comforted and loved. That’s how he awoke this morning: warm with his cock soft inside her. He kissed her awake, as she deserved, and even though he felt comfortable simply being wrapped in her warmth, he needed to taste her. He was slow with his movements, languidly licking along her lips until wetness coated her thighs, teasingly sucking on her clit until she was trembling, wanting to build up the pleasure.

Admittedly, he had to rush out before she could finish and go to a meeting regarding his upcoming tour. He had quite the time trying to hide his semi for the better part of the morning.

“And I was feeling achy,” she continues rambling; the poor thing is close to tears. He feels for his pretty girl, he truly does, but he pushes that aside. A part of him feels hurt, like she couldn’t trust him to take care of her when he came home. Harry doesn’t ask much. She can be as bratty as she wants to, purposefully teasing him when they’re in public or refusing to do the simplest of requests, but he just asks that she let him take care of her.

She couldn’t even give him that courtesy.

“Don’t make excuses,” he scoffs. “I thought you were a big girl.”

“I am,” she promises.

“Big girls wait for daddy to come home and help them come,” he says, stroking her cheek. Tender touches mask his true intent. He suddenly shoves her back, hand tight to her throat once again, and she gasps, head tilting back into their pillows.

“Naughty girls touch themselves. Whores come almost three times at their own hand.” He grits his teeth. “Are you a whore?”

She doesn’t answer, but he can feel her heart racing beneath his grasp. A glimpse of a smile is enough to let him know that she’s fine; she’s enjoying herself, seeing him so riled up, possessive, and ravenous.

“Are you still wet? Achy?”

She nods.

“Whores get wet when they’re in trouble,” he says offhandedly. Her body quivers at the malice dripping from his tongue. “Arms up.”

She does as told, holding onto the headboard, eagerly awaiting his next demand. This is what she wanted, after all.

She has no idea what’s coming.

Usually, whatever punishment he gives her is what she also enjoys, from the occasional spanking to overstimulation. He usually has her coming until she can’t take anymore, until an ache seeps into the bliss.

Not this time.

He tugs her shirt up and over her head while his other hand fiddles in their bedside drawer. Moments later, a pair of silk scarves tie her hands to the headboard.

“Not too tight?”

She tugs on the restraints and shakes her head.

“Color?”

“Green.” She beams, breaking character for a moment.

Even if they were in the midst of a deep fantasy, he has always made a point to make sure she knows that it's alright to voice any discomfort and vice-versa; she often asks for his color whenever he seems to be overwhelmed. They both know how volatile headspaces can be, with the slightest changes making a huge difference in the experience.

He runs his nose along hers, lips tracing along the curves of her face, nibbling teasingly at her chin, down her neck, and grinds himself against her. He sucks on her breasts, biting at her nipples until they’re peaked. She closes her eyes, savoring every spike of bitter pleasure he has to offer. He sits back after a moment, appreciating the glimpse of light that catches her wet skin. He palms himself.

“It’s only fair that I get to come three times since you did. Make us even, right, lovie?”

“But I only made myself come twice.”

Y/N really has the nerve to talk back to him with her hands tied to the headboard, her body exposed to him, the only thing covering her modesty a flimsy pair of underwear. He cocks his head to the side.

“Should we make it four?”

That makes her hesitate, sinking back in the sheets. She shakes her head, cute pouty lips puckering. He would love nothing more than to run his cock along that pretty, dirty mouth, to feel her greedy tongue tracing the underside of him lazily, to wrap his hand around her throat and feel it expand as he fucks her face.

But he knows that she would enjoy it too much.

Too much for a punishment.

Harry traces along the curves of her features, from the slope of her nose to the round of her cheek, soft and lingering, a harsh contrast of what’s to come. He smirks. She parts her lips like a good girl when his thumb passes over them, biting it teasingly. He, then, drags it down her chin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.

He can’t help but think about how pretty she would look with cum and spit dribbling from those sinful lips, eyes barely able to stay open. Fucked beyond belief, she would moan his name and other incoherent thoughts oh-so sweetly, her voice wrecked. His grateful babylove, his lovely, satiated Y/N would whisper a soft thank you after taking him so well. He truly wishes he could do that, give her anything she ever desired, make her feel euphoria like never before, a high no one other than him can give her, but she was greedy and naughty and misbehaving.

And she needs to learn a lesson.

Now, he has to tease her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm, only to shatter her, again and again, until she’s on the brink of tears. She’s going to be left unsatisfied, trembling beneath him, while he brings himself to orgasm, again and again, until he’s milked himself dry. She will be grateful if he gives her even a bit of pleasure, but it is not enough to push her to the end.

It would never be enough.

He leans in close, his lips a fleeting embrace, just past her reach. He wants to taste her, but he needs to be patient.

A warmth buries her, and his overwhelmingly familiar scent swallows her, safe and comforting. She doesn’t know she’s even pulling on her restraints until her fingers are numb and tingly, yearning to feel his skin.

Maybe this was a bad idea, but it’s too late to turn back now.

“You can beg and plead all you want,” he says, “but know this: you will not be coming again tonight.”

Her eyes darken, and a satisfied little grin graces her pretty face.

She got what she wanted, tied up and vulnerable to him.

However, this isn’t her game anymore.

Now, she’s at his utter mercy.

“And if you do come, somehow, I will not touch you for a week; not only will you not feel my cock, my fingers, or my tongue, there will be no kisses or cuddles. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s my good girl.”

He unbuttons his shirt, slowly, diligently, his fingers lingering a little long on his inked stomach, knowing that she likes to take her time and admire that part specifically. After he peels the button up away, he finally sits next to her on the bed, his back to her. His belt falls to the floor with a clatter, and she holds her breath.

The silence is deafening, thick with tension. She waits, knowing that patience will help her. She also knows better than to say anything, since it would probably worsen her current predicament. Harry has always been level-headed, even in his dominant headspace, being very patient, especially in trying circumstances. He can take a lot before he snaps. She usually has to beg him to slap her, to spit in her mouth, or to fuck her so hard her legs give out.

This new persona is unpredictable, new, and alluring.

It’s different and all the more arousing.

She shifts, the bed frame creaking. A feeling of naughtiness courses through her, as it did earlier. She wants to see how much she can get away with and how far she can go before he loses control and puts her in her place. She watches him closely, her breathing ragged. She drags a pillow up by her feet, and Harry pays her no mind, perhaps assuming she’s just getting comfortable. His shoulders shift as he nimbly undoes the buttons to his pants, his back muscles tightening and relaxing. He begins taking off his pants, billowy and undoubtedly expensive fabric slipping down one leg at a time slowly, meticulously. The pillow now nestled between her legs, she grinds her hips down, wishing it was his thigh, the one with tiger on it, bared teeth and hungry.

He turns suddenly, and she’s caught yet again, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she works herself harder, imploring him to stop her—to punish her. The pillow does very little to satiate the pent up tension between her legs, but it’s better than nothing.

Honestly, she knew he was going to catch her in her lies. That's why she made herself come right before he got home. She wants to get caught, the thrill of going against his rules giving her a high she’s still coming down from. And as he looks at her again, fury in his eyes, she could just fall apart. She wants him to put her in her place, punish her for being a naughty, filthy brat.

She wants him to ruin her.

“No,” he growls, ripping the pillow away and effectively knocking her legs back apart. He slaps her pussy with little warning. She squeaks, tugging at the silken restraints. A shaky, guttural moan shutters from her chest, deep and desperate, and her head falls back into the mattress.

“Fuck,” she cries.

The skin of her swollen pussy burns in the most addicting way, leaving her legs spasming, feet slipping down the sheets. She can feel his rings through her panties, just a slight sting, but her clit takes a brunt of the force, and perhaps, that’s what makes it so good.

“No moving.”

He rubs her soothingly, a stark contrast to the fire behind his eyes. Despite how bratty she’s been, her sweet, attentive Harry is still there, making sure she’s taken care of, comfortable, and safe. Her needy hips chase his fingers, a broken plea on the tip of her tongue.

Again.

He twists her panties with his index finger until her puffy pussy swallows them, the swell of her mound bulging from the tight elastic bands. He smacks her again, a little more gentle this time, but hard enough to still make her toes curl. She laughs through a breathy moan, her heart racing. He tsks, mumbling under his breath.

“This is your punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying it.” He tugs her panties up tight to her clit. “You’ll take anything I give you. Won’t you? I could spit on you and call you a bitch, and you’ll say thank you. Right, babylove?”

He delivers another resounding slap to her cunt, and then, another for good measure. This time, her back arches from the mattress, eyes rolling back. Fire licks her skin, and it hurts, no doubt, but in such a way that's indescribable; it burns, but it spreads throughout her whole body, and it makes her limbs tingly and warm, yearning for more. Again, he runs his hand along her exposed mound to ease the ache.

“Thank you,” she moans, and he smiles. He spanks her poor pussy raw, again and again, until his hand hurts and her arousal drips onto the sheets. Her thighs threaten to close, but she digs her feet into the mattress, aching for more pain, more pleasure, just more. Her world spins, but at the center of it all is him—striking eyes, teasing smile, and pretty lips—and he’s all hers.

“Taking it so well, pretty girl,” he says, moving to kneel between her spread legs. He can feel the wetness through her panties, and he nudges his head around where her clit is, still blocked by her useless underwear, her pussy visibly tightens with anticipation. He leans back, still close enough to feel the heat from her, and he slips his cock under her panties, the tight, elastic band pulling at his tender skin while her lips massage the underside. She’s wet, perhaps from her orgasms from earlier, but likely from the spanking. He thrusts, wrapped in soaked panties, until the tip of his cock nudges the fabric at the top of her mound, and he twitches when the underwear pulls at the sensitive head in a certain way.

“Such a naughty girl,” he moans, thumbs pulling at the fabric to wrap tighter around his cock. “I’m only fucking your panties, and you’re already soaked.”

He pulls out reluctantly, his cock heavy on her wet underwear. He spits on the fabric and spreads it over her mound, just to tease her little more. She tugs at her restraints and whines from the sudden cold.

A drop of saliva slips past his puckered lips, landing on his open palm, which now cradles his cock. He hasn’t resorted to jerking himself off in a long time; he hasn’t needed to, but he works himself easily, finding a calculated rhythm, fast then slow, quick, eager strokes along the head then long, languid strokes along the entire length. He sits on his heels, and his legs ache from the weight. Her thighs twitch, and she pulls at the restraints. His balls brush against her mound with every movement of his hand, and he swears he can feel her jump with every movement, so sensitive, so responsive. He fucks his fist, hips unconsciously bucking, wishing it is her warmth that coats him, squeezes him, and pulls him in. He yearns to touch her, to feel her smooth skin, but he knows that this lack of physical touch is as difficult for her to bear as it is for him, and that makes it a little better.

Her chest heaves with unsteady breaths, eyes fixated on his hand working his cock. She pulls futilely at the scarves, until her wrists hurt. She knows that she’s not going to be able to get out, but she unconsciously reaches for him. She’s not used to being so exposed, body vulnerable to his gaze, without having him touch her. Sure, their thighs are pressed tight together, but it’s not nearly enough.

This isn’t what she thought was going to happen when she broke his rules. Truly, more so than usual, this is a punishment: to see him work himself to orgasm without being able to touch him. She wishes she was the one to make him squirm, moan, and come.

“Please,” she whines, eyes pleading with him, and he knows what she’s begging for.

“What? You think I want to touch a dirty little brat like you?”

“You’re being mean.”

“I’m being mean? I came home, hoping to spend a nice evening with my good girl, only to find out that she broke my rule,” he says. “My one rule.”

He wishes it was her hand stroking him, eager eyes and tempting smile staring back at him. It would feel so much better than his own calloused fist. He feels himself tighten to signal an impending end, weak but an end nonetheless.

“I wanted nothing more than to come home and to have you come on my tongue more times than you can count, but you couldn’t be patient, and now, you have to take your punishment.”

She twists and squirms beneath him, her body undulating on the sheets. The need that tugs on her features is almost enough to break him, to make him give in and make his pretty girl come on his face, but then he remembers that scheming smile she had on her face, that devious look that made him rife with lust. He remembers that she was on this very bed by herself just before he got home, making herself come, her head thrown back, whining and whimpering. The thought brings the fire back.

He cups her cheek and leans forward, stretching her legs apart, and his cock rests just above her belly button, still cupped in his hand. Her tongue dips out of her mouth. His eager, naughty girl waits for him to spit in her mouth, to shove his ringed fingers down her throat, to do anything, but he pulls back again, and she frowns.

“How did you do it? Did you use your fingers, baby?”

She nods pitifully, and he hums, his strokes quick.

“Yeah? Bet they weren’t as good as mine.” He runs his thumb along the head, pleasure sending chills down his spine, trying to prolong his buildup.

“No one’s fingers will ever be as good as mine.”

He wants to prove it to her, to pound his fingers inside her until she can barely breathe, arousal gushing down his wrist as she comes until she’s crying. He wants to kiss her tears away as she begs for more. Perhaps, with all the teasing and build-up, he could get her to come with just one finger with one well-placed thrust. Her hips buck, and he knows that she’s thinking about that, too. After the stolen orgasm from earlier and the burning spanks her poor pussy received, she must be desperate for anything he’ll give to her.

His orgasm builds quickly, with his thoughts running amuck, visions of her, on her knees before him, choking on him until tears stream down her cheeks, on her back, moaning while he pounds into her, on top of him, grinding down on him, not letting up because she just loves the feeling of him deep inside her belly.

He comes on her tummy, a broken moan slipping past his bitten lips, spurts of his seed stain her pretty skin, and her breath hitches, shocked at the sudden warmth; then, she hums contentedly.

“There,” he sighs, admiring his work.

“Thought you were gonna come three times,” she says softly as he steps off the bed, sore cock heavy between his legs. His knees tremble.

“Open,” he coos, slipping his fingers in her mouth, and she sucks away the remnants of his orgasm. He smooths out her brow with his free hand, brushing away a bead of sweat that sunk from her hairline.

“Who said I’m done with you? No, I’m gonna go shower, and you’re going to stay there with my cum on your tummy and think about what you’ve done.”

He kisses her nose, just like he does every morning after loving on her. It’s a sweet gesture, one that doesn’t match his demeanor. He leaves her there, like he said he would, tied up as he moves to the bathroom, shoulders pushed back, self-assured and composed. Harry steps into the steaming shower, washing away the sweat from his skin.

Y/N whimpers in the next room. She has given up on tugging at the silk scarves; instead, she’s trying to ignore the insatiable throbbing between her legs, her arousal slipping out onto her thighs, like a greedy slut. His words ring in her ears, and it makes the arousal worsen.

She rubs her thighs together to alleviate some pressure, but it’s little use. Perhaps, if she tests him just a little more, he’ll throw away all willpower and ravish her until the early morning hours, but her resolve weakens with every passing minute. She wanted to tease him a bit, maybe get him a little mad, so he would put her in her place. She wanted him to fuck her to oblivion, until she can’t keep her eyes open.

This is a different kind of punishment, one she’s never even considered. In her fantasies, she’s tied up and vulnerable, but he lavishes her with touch until she’s overstimulated, drunk on him, his scent, his touch, his voice.

This is a different kind of punishment, a true punishment in her eyes. The teasing, lingering touches is enough to make her burst, and to have him there but just beyond her reach is near painful.

His cum has nearly dried on her belly, and she wishes he came inside her, stuffed full of his warmth; at least, then, she wouldn’t be so cold, so exposed.

She perks when he steps out of the bathroom, and he wastes no time straddling her hips, his cock twitching against her tummy. The weight of his body on hers is suffocating, her overstimulated senses taking him in, his warmth, his touch, his scent. She can feel every ridge of his body, every drop of water that slips from his clean skin, everything.

It’s almost too much all at once.

“Color?”

She blinks.

“Daddy, please,” she whispers, “want you to fill me up. ‘M such a greedy cock slut. I won’t even come, promise—”

“Y/N, I need you to tell me what color,” he says.

He doesn’t usually use her name when they’re this far into the fantasy, but it seems she needs it now.

“Green,” she breathes out. “Green, green, you feel so good, H. ‘M sorry I touched myself; I just couldn’t help it. Wanna make you feel good, please.”

“I wanna believe you, baby.” He cups her cheek, cold water dripping from his hair and melting into her skin. He takes her in, relishing in the sight of her craving, trembling, and begging for his touch. He likes seeing her on edge like this, dangerously close to teetering off into oblivion.

“But I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet.”

He traces the head of his red cock along the seams of her panties, like he did earlier, but this time, he tugs her underwear aside, mouth watering at the sight of her pretty, puffy pussy, surely sore from the spanking earlier. He spits on her, and he watches as it slips down into her most intimate fold. She’s so responsive to the slightest touch. He spreads her open, lips parted to reveal her wanton pussy. He tugs back the hood of her button, hard and throbbing.

He slaps his cock against her clit, the skin tacky with his spit. The slight, sudden touch is electrifying, and it makes his cock twitch, hungry for more. He can see her tighten up, and her hips jolt. Shivers trail from her spine to the tips of her peaked nipples. He thumps the head of his cock on her clit quickly, concurrent with every keen thrust of her hips, spitting in her every so often, leaving her wet and swollen and filthy, just like she is.

“Thank you,” she whimpers. “Feels so good, daddy.”

He teases the head of his cock just past her lips and nestles himself inside her finally, her warmth swallowing him easily. His eyes flutter closed, savoring what he so desperately needed.

She breathes out sharply when he stops with just the head inside her. This teasing is almost becoming too much.

“More,” she whimpers, “Please?”

He looks at her with fire in his eyes.

“No, you don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I don’t think you deserve my cock.”

She could almost cry. He’s so close, but he won’t go any further, just teasing her with what could have been. She tries to pull him in deeper, her walls tightening around his head. It makes his toes curl, burning pleasure forming in his belly. She tries to pull him in, aching for just a little more. He holds her hips down to keep her from moving.

“Please, I’ve been good. I said I was sorry for making myself come. I’ll never do it again, promise. Please, I just wanna feel you, daddy. That’s all I wanted today.”

“This isn’t about you anymore, babylove. You’re just daddy’s little fucktoy, my little cock slut.” He thrusts slightly, the tender head dragging along her tight opening, never pushing further. “And right now, I wanna hear you cry for my cock.”

Her feet trail up his legs, knees hooked at his hips, frantically trying to pull him in entirely. She tried to be good; she asked him nicely to just fuck her already. At this point, she doesn’t even want to come. She just wants to feel him, to alleviate at least some of the pressure throbbing between her legs. It’s humiliating because she’s near tears, desperate for his cock.

He came not even fifteen minutes ago, and he’s still sensitive. He pulls back until the head is nestled just past her entrance, muscles tight around the tip. He jerks off the base of his cock for more stimulation. A part of the pleasure comes from watching her squirm; she’s so desperate as she yanks at her restraints, hips thrusting and pussy clenching to pull him in deeper. It’s such an odd sensation, her entrance being fairly sensitive, but it’s not enough to stimulate her.

It’s never enough.

“Maybe you’ll come just by the feeling of my cum inside you.”

She honestly might.

The skin of his cock drags back and forth along her sensitive walls as he jerks himself off inside her.

“I bet you will,” he grins. “Just remember, if you come, I will not touch you for a week. Be very careful, Y/N.”

She wiggles pitifully, her arousal dripping down his shaft, and he uses it as lubricant.

“I bet your poor little clit is throbbing,” he teases. “‘M so sorry, babylove.”

He’s not.

There’s a wicked smile that splits his face.

He pulls out suddenly, making her gasp, and thumps his cock some more on her pussy, landing a particularly rough blow to the sensitive part of her exposed clit, puffy with arousal, the hood stretched back.

“Please, daddy,” she whimpers, “more. I’ve been good. I won’t do it again.”

He gives her some more, dragging himself along her fold in languid motions, circling around her clit before he thumps his cock on her pretty little button. She squeaks.

He stuffs himself inside again, just like before with only the head inside her. She groans, tightening up. It’s as if her body has a mind of its own, clenched and frenzied for any type of stimulation. She squeezes him so tightly, and she fights against his hold on her hips.

He comes shortly after, his body curling into itself like it usually does when he has a particularly strong orgasm, back arching with every wave.

Y/N moans when his cum fills her, reaching deep inside her, and her walls clench with need. It’s barely anything, but it’s still more than what he was giving to her before, and she could honestly come from that little bit alone. She’s trying to regain her composure, cunt still throbbing. He kisses her face, like he usually does after he comes, a gentle reminder that he’s still her Harry. He massages her waist, lingering down to her hips. They bask in each others’ warmth, trying to find the energy to move.

That’s normal for him, sweet and mushy and loving.

What she doesn’t expect is him tightening his hold on her hips and thrusting himself fully inside her, his cock still weeping out remnants of his orgasm.

She would scream if she could, but the breath is knocked from her lungs, choked moans passing through clenched teeth. Animalistic and brutal, Harry sets a quick pace, her entire body moving with the power behind his thrusts. Her mind is blank, and her body hums, pleasurable vibrations coursing through her body to every single nerve. She forgets that she isn’t allowed to come, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about the consequences just yet. Finally, she can taste the bittersweet euphoria, making her world dizzy as he fills her again and again. She could almost cry with utter relief.

Yes, yes, this is what she wanted—no, needed—and it’s even better than she dreamt. Her sopping pussy takes him easily, reaching the neediest part of her. She spreads herself further, angling her knees to her chest so he can pound himself deeper inside, cream dripping onto the sheets. Her legs are sticky with their shared arousal.

Harry’s face is flushed, brows furrowed as he loses himself in the feel of her. It’s been almost as torturous for him as it has for her; he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this frantic, never has he felt so desperate to plunge himself into her depths, never has he been so entranced, so sensitive to any touch. His head tips back, features twisted, chest bared, and teeth gritted. His breaths are weak, faltering and shallow. He groans as she tightens around him. Sweat drips down his chest.

“H? Color?”

It takes a moment to pull him back.

“Green, baby,” he says, smiling ever so slightly.

He’s never felt this before, this vulnerable yet powerful, on the verge of pleasure and pain, dancing along a tightrope threatening to snap at any second, such a thrill. He feels light headed, high off of her. He wants to feel her, embrace her, love her.

He rips at the knots around her wrists, fingers trembling, but they won’t budge, and he loses his balance, instead wrapping his arms around her arched back. He nestles his nose in her neck, pulling their chests tight together. She smells of salt and sin and sex, and he can’t control himself.

“So fucking good.”

He presses himself deeper, the head of his sensitive cock nudging the inmost parts of her. He fucks her easily with his cum spilling out with every hard thrust, leaving their connected bodies sticky. He can’t pull out much without his cock weeping with overstimulation, but he can’t stop, the pleasure all too addicting.

“Jus’ one more, lovie,” he whispers. “So close. Don’t you dare come.” He grits his teeth, rubbing at her swollen clit, subtly and just to make it throb, before his hands rest on her lower belly, thumbs connecting just below the button. He fucks into her harder, the bed frame shaking and smacking into the wall.

That’s when realization hits her.

She’s close.

She’s so close, one well placed thrust, one harsh stroke to her clit will push her over the edge.

But she has to hold it off.

His words ring in her ears in time with her racing heart, his threat of no intimacy sobering her. If she thought before was punishment, having to see him pleasure himself without being able to touch him, this is hell. Her orgasm burns painfully in her belly. It tastes so sweet. She clings to the silk restraints. She doesn’t want to give in, but it would feel so good; it would be a high that would leave her lightheaded for hours afterward, and shockwaves of pleasure tightening her muscles as a constant reminder.

She sobs, on the brink of breaking. Her hands tingle, drained of blood. She’s trying to relax, to breathe through the waves of euphoria that crash over her, and it works for a second, but with that, she opens up more, taking him deeper and more easily. That’s when the pleasure would shatter the calm in harsh waves. She closes her eyes, a drawn hum seeping from her chest. He grabs the back of her neck, using it as leverage as he fucks himself deeper into her, and she cries out.

“Look at me,” he demands. She does, barely, her teary eyes glimmering. He smiles, and she feels warm. “There’s my pretty girl. I’m almost there, just a little bit more. Doing so well for me babylove. Don’t come.”

“Please,” she moans, peering through her lashes. “Come for me, daddy.”

She lights a fire in his veins, sending a rippling feeling of ecstasy through his spine. His eyes roll back as he comes once again, his prick pulsating as he empties himself deep inside for a third and final time. Satiated, he grinds his hips against her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She’s throbbing around him, legs trembling at his sides. She sighs, most likely out of relief but perhaps also out of frustration. As he nestles himself deeper, her lips tremble, features pinching as she tries to hold off an orgasm, clenching so tightly that his softening cock slips out of her. She moans.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips sweetly to her sticky forehead. “You did so well for me, babylove. So proud of you.” Then again to her cheek. He traces up the backs of her thighs, hooking her legs around his waist.

“What did we learn?”

“Don’t touch yourself unless daddy says so,” she whispers, her voice dry. He nods appreciatively, eyes taking in her trembling form, and leans back.

Her thighs twitch occasionally at his sides, and he wants to bite them, skin surely sensitive to the slightest of touches. Sweat and cum and saliva paint her flesh, but the absolute masterpiece is her ruined pussy, swollen and wet and divine. He thumbs at her, gently guiding her lips apart to expose her pink inside, quivering with an insatiable need. He wants to lick up the cum that slips out of her, but she’s been through enough, the aftershocks of her stolen orgasms still visibly lingering in her sore body.

Another time, perhaps.

“That’s right, babylove. I think you finally learned your lesson.”

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[lebenspurpur]

Can i please request how slashers would react to a s/o who gets aroused by fighting?

S/o who is aroused by fighting:

Warnings: Hinted NSFW, swearing (I always am whoops)

Michael Myers

Fighting you say? *pins you down before you even have time to answer*

Michael is all for fighting, trust me.

He might be rougher than you want him to, but hey, this was your idea.

As soon as he has you pinned down beneath him, he's not going to let go.

It's a great way of getting him to become more feral if that's your wish. Acting like your predator or fighting, in general, arouses the shit out of that big idiot.

Please tell him he's allowed to hunt you down. That'll make his day.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is skeptical.

He has said before that he wouldn't hurt you. Though, the way you describe it, he doesn't really have to.

He is doting enough to try anything for you. If it makes you happy, Vincent will fight with you but he will establish rules before he does so. Maybe he'll even come up with a safe word.

During fighting, he notices how much he enjoys this. It reminds him of playfully roughhousing with his brothers when he was younger.

He'll be very careful and let you take over a lot at first. Soon, he'll try out his own strength, out of pure curiosity.

The fact that he's stronger than you also arouses him a bit. He's dominating you during the fight and he hasn't dominated a lot of people before. It's a pleasant change.

He might actually use his strength more often now.

Bo Sinclair

He doesn't get in in the beginning. How the fuck would fighting arouse you?

In the end, he just tries it because he can be an ass during it. His predator side also really likes the idea of overpowering you.

After he's fucked you the first time with the whole fighting thing going on, he's suddenly way more open, who would have guessed.

He really enjoys having the upper hand. Maybe he'll let you win once or even twice but one word to his brothers and you're dead.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is very new to the whole topic.

While he might have kinky thoughts, fighting is not one of his personal ones. His brothers are the ones fighting, Lester just lures them in.

He'll try it but.. he won't really hurt you.

I'm pretty sure that you'll win nearly all the time. Lester just can't dominate you during this, he's too scared.

Though that gives you the chance to dominate him and Lester will absolutely adore that.

Baby Firefly

Sure, Baby would love to fight with you!

She has two older brothers with which she often fought playfully. Baby's used to it and she grew to love it.

Her roughhousing with you will be rather gentle since she doesn't really want to hurt you.

She really doesn't care who wins. Baby is a switch and being dominated arouses her as much as dominating you.

Otis Driftwood

Fighting huh?

He's only in for it if he wins. So if you should be taller or stronger than him, he might ignore your request.

If you're smaller than him though... Otis loves the idea of winning a good fight.

He'll be very rough. But maybe that's what you want.

Billy Loomis

I don't think he's heard of fighting used during sex before.

He's totally down for roughhousing though. Billy is very childish inside and as soon as you start to pin him down, his playful side shows.

He'll win most of the time, he's too proud not to.

He won't really hurt you but he'll be rough enough. The perfect mix.

Stu Macher

Stu is in for nearly everything if it involves sex.

The idea might unsettle him a little but he won't show it. To be quite honest, he only tries it because he doesn't want to be a "pussy".

He really starts enjoying it after a while.

Stu's also very playful which makes the fighting way more fun.

Brahms Heelshire

Fighting?

Brahms doesn't like the idea of getting hurt. But... to get you aroused he'd really do anything.

He'll throw a tantrum if you manage to pin him down. He's supposed to be the strong man, Y/N!

Just keep on dominating him, we all know he's a brat.

Thomas Hewitt

Are you sure you want him to fight you?

He's probably way taller and stronger than you, Y/N.

Thomas would actually smirk when he thinks about it. You can't see it but it's there.

He knows how to handle his strength, he trained it his whole life. Thomas is an amazing mix of brute power and surprising tenderness.

Hurting you isn't an option but he is completely down for some roughhousing.

Josef

Josef already has a huge predator and prey kink so fighting is not something he'll say no to.

His hide-and-seek fantasies can go on for hours, I hope you have patience.

Josef won't hurt you unless you make him. He's very playful otherwise, he loves to scare you during the "fight".

He'll win most of the time. Josef might not be a particularly strong individual but he's smart and that's way more dangerous.

Amanda Young

Amanda likes roughhousing if it stays playful.

It's a nice, "normal" thing to do and she loves doing normal stuff sometimes.

Amanda is very dominant so she'll have you pinned down in a second, writhing underneath her.

After a while, you wonder who enjoys this more, you or her.

[btsqualityy]

Im on a Eunji kick!! She’s needs love! Lol!! Can we see Eunji realizing when she fell in love with Junior? Like officially cemented when he takes her home to visit his family! Maybe Kinsley helps her realizes it! Thank you!

Another anon also said:  Junior FWB Eunji request please and thank you queen!!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, protected sex

“Wow, this is amazing,” Eunji murmured as she stepped inside of Kinsley’s studio with Kinsley following closely behind. “You set all of this up?”

“Yep,” Kinsley smiled proudly. “Well, Mason and I did.”

“I see why Junior says it’s your safe space,” Eunji said. “Very cozy.”

“Thanks. Have a seat, Eunji,” Kinsley said as she sat down in her chair that sat at the sound board while Eunji took a seat on the couch. “So, how are you?”

“I’m good, a little nervous,” she admitted with a laugh. “I’ve never met the parents of anyone that I was dating before.”

“Well, you’re still young so that’s normal,” Kinsley replied. “Plus, you seem to be a little more on the...free side, if you get my drift.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Not to the untrained eye,” Kinsley said. “But my mom, sister, and youngest daughter are the same way so I can see it in you.”

“Well then,” Eunji laughed. 

“But you do care for Junior, right? Or else you wouldn’t have come home with him.”

“I do,” Eunji nodded. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and even though we had an arrangement, I love being around him. He’s a goofball, intelligent, lowkey sensitive, and so much fun to be around.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with him,” Kinsley mused as she rested her chin on her hand. 

“But I didn’t say that.”

“Your face does though,” Kinsley shot back. “You smile when you say his name and your eyes lit up as you described him. If you don’t think you’re in love, your heart and mind sure do.” Eunji just stared blankly because as she thought about it, she began to realize that maybe she did love Junior. 

And that was terrifying for her.

.....................................................................

“Oh, fuck me baby,” Eunji moaned as Junior fucked into her hard. Since they were visiting Juniors parents, the two of them were staying in the guest house which gave them plenty of freedom to fuck to their heart’s content without having to worry about getting caught. 

“You’re so fucking wet Eunji, my god,” Junior groaned, biting down on the skin of Eunji’s neck. Eunji was sat on top of the chest of drawers in the room, Junior standing in between her legs as he plunged into her. 

“You make me wet baby, you always do,” she whimpered as she buried her hands in his hair. 

“Whose pussy is this? Hm?” He demanded to know. “Who does this wet ass pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours Junior, it’s yours,” Eunji gasped. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Junior replied without hesitation and before Eunji could even question it, she was coming. Junior grunted as he watched her orgasm wash over her, gripping tightly onto her hips as he began to come into the condom as well. 

“Damn,” he huffed with a smile, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder. 

“Did you mean that?” She wondered. 

“Did you?”

“Yeah but I didn’t mean to say it,” she said and Junior lifted his head to look at her. 

“Then or at all?”

“Both, maybe.”

“Eunji, I’ve loved you for a while and I’ve known it for a while,” Junior revealed. “I just didn’t tell you because I know how you are. I wanted to make sure you trusted me first.”

“I do, I trust you more than anyone else in the world,” she told him. “I’m just scared.”

“I am too,” he chuckled. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”

“Me either.”

“So we can take the plunge together, ok?” Junior offered. “We’ll learn together.”

“Ok,” Eunji nodded with a smile. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied, moaning softly when Junior kissed her. 

[cinnamonest]

This is less incestuous bc its cousin/cousin but i genuinely adore the set up in Naruto where it was like, Hinata was from the main branch of the family so she was treated like a noble lady kinda? and Neji was from the branch family so he was like her servant and had to die for her if need be. Just imagine that dynamic for Kamisato!Reader. It’s well known that this was how the Kamisato clan ensured people knew their place in the clan and such and as the one born close enough to Ayato’s birthdate,m and close to his age, you’ve been instructed to attend to the young master and fulfill his needs your entire life, and thats what you do.

But Ayato’s a handsome growing boy with needs, and you’re just so pretty and submissive. Properly serving him no matter his inane requests and being his trusted confidant, its hard not to fall. Hard not to let his gaze wander and his fingers to dance across exposed flesh when you’re close enough. Moreso when you two get older and you start to fill out in all the right places that makes his dick hard and mouth salivate. Of course, the thought to order you to suck him off or let him fuck your pussy has crossed his mind (and been in his fantasies) far more than he could count, but he reigned it in bc he was still wary of the consequences. You’re still his cousin, after all. Worse so a servant to the main family. He couldn’t easily wife you up, not when his dad had been planning to engage him to some woman who’d bring more opportunity to the clan. And as a good, filial son, he should honor that wish and bury these impulses.

And he would. He did. But suddenly the restraint is gone when he catches his father fucking your mother on the bed his mother used to lay in. Died in. Saying filthy things about how he’s glad she’s finally gone so he can well and truly have her to himself. How he’s glad Ayato and you get along so well, not to mention that Ayaka adores you- it could make introducing you into the family much easier, yknow?- and all the respect for his father and filial piety he had is gone.

And Ayato detachedly watches rather than experiences as he pulls out his polearm from their chests, kicking them aside and wiping the blood from his face as he glances to the side and calls on his ninjas to dispose of the bodies and fake some sort of accident while he goes to find you.

So you’re his bastard sister, huh? Normally, his clan is ruthless enough to cull bastards of the main branch to prevent issues with heirship, but since its you, he thinks he’ll let it slide. At least Father was right about one thing, Ayato thinks as he yanks the door to your room open and gazes on your innocently sleeping, defenseless face.

The idea of your name with the Kamisato surname sounds oh so pleasant to the new Commissioner’s ears as he pushes your robes open and slides in between your legs.

only on this damn blog have I ever seen someone say "well this is less incestuous than normal bc it's just cousins" i am wheezing