#I dunno im desperate here

[seawing-vibes]

HEY I JUST WENT TO ANSWER AN ASK AND TUMBLR DELETED IT :( IF YOU SENT AN ASK YESTERDAY COULD YOU POSSIBLY SEND IT AGAIN ??? APOLOGIES <///3

[absolutelyzoned]

anyone else have this problem where its so hard to get attached to people and you feel like everyone is actually lying about liking you or just doesnt care . like,. i dont know how to explain it without sounding like a dick but i just. cant make myself like people

[simptasia]

why didn't charlie call claire "luv". why didn't he throw out a casual luv at his friends. he's a northerner what else is he good for

[obnoxiousarcade]

im thinking again

[v0idund3rth3v3il]

*Looks at you like this*

You have any punk or goth artists/bands that you know of that you'd recommend?

((I also only have sound cloud if that makes any difference))

[backspacingmyself]

07/02/2024, 07:49am

Even 8 years later and I still arrive early to Uni lol

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[freebooter4ever]

I love all the amazing jokes happening around the writers fundraising for the str*ke :D further proof that its the creativity people want - the human beings behind the ideas. The execs are just the increasingly extraneous evil.

[jarofstyles]

Could you do one about overstimulating him, like after he’s come you just continue riding him and hes all squirmy and moaning

Is the sky blue? Yes we can 🤭🤭🤭 here’s a little nerdrry

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Warnings- overstim, smut, subrry-ish, daddy kink (what a mix), cum play, unprotected sex, completely desperate H

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“Fuck- fuck, baby, please…” sweat glued strands of hair to his forehead as Y/N continued to grind in his cock. “Please, I dunno if I can go again so soon.” His mouth was dry and his stomach clenching as the wet confines of her cunt kept his snug inside of her. His glasses falling down his nose, he felt her push them back up as his head tilted against the back of the couch.

His hands gripped her hips, unsure if he wanted to actually stop. It felt so good, so overwhelming as his cum dribbled out of her and down his balls. The blanket they had under them would be ruined, the slushy sound of her lifting up and down shallowly and the hit of her ass against his thighs made his eyes blurry. He knew what to say to get her to stop, if it was really too much, but it felt so delicious that his toes curled and his cock twitched inside of her.

“I’m not done.” She pouted, eyes peering down at him. “God, it feels so good. Got your big cock all the way in my tummy, H. It’s not fair.” One hand kept her upright on him whilst the other pushed his hair back, observing how pretty he was. Such broad shoulders, his button up half undone and skewed to the side. His hair that he kept mostly tamed, a complete mess from her hands. Seeing him so utterly undone by her own hands, her own cunt? She’d never felt better in her life. “Do you really want me to stop? Because I will, baby…”

Harry could feel her grinding on him with each drop down onto his prick. He was aching from it, his thighs tingling but it was too incredible to stop. Digging his fingers into her hips he shook his head, a little whine leaving his throat as his cock twitched pathetically inside of her.

“N-No, baby. No. Don’t stop. It’s jus’ so much.” He slurred, eyes holding as she tilted his head back. “I can’t- it feels amazing n’ I want more, but I feel like M’gonna explode. Baby…. Fuck, you’re so perfect n’amazing and I’ve never-“ he let out a shaky gasp as she bounced harder on his cock. He could feel how wet it was, what a mess they were making. His trousers a heap around his ankles and the taste of the her engrained on his tongue, there hadn’t been much experience before her but he knew he didn’t want anything after her. It was her or nothing. No one else could feel this good. “Baby, angel, my love- oh my god.” He shuddered, the squelch of their sex was loud, her pussy sopping wet with her arousal and the last load he’d given her.

“What, H?” She cooed, panting from the exertion. Seeing him wrecked under her was worth ruining every bit of makeup on her face, the burn her thighs would feel tomorrow, every bit. “You want to cum again? Love my pussy enough to give me another load? You can do it.” The encouragement had his eyes rolling back and her poor used pussy clenching around him. “Tell me, handsome. Fuck into me.” Grabbing his glasses off his face, she tossed them to the other side of the sofa and tugged his hair back with a sharp grip. “Give it to me, Daddy.”

One thing Harry was good at was listening to her. As weak as he felt, he held her hips and let her forehead fall to his own, breathing against her lips. Using his feet on the ground, he began to fuck up into her. It was sloppy and rough, whimpers leaving his mouth as his face contorted in pleasure. “Oh, my love- I can’t…” he gasped into her mouth. Even with her in charge, the nickname had his balls aching. “Fuck me. Please don’t stop, M’gonna cum again and I’m gonna make a mess and I want you to feel good, please baby- I love you, I love this pussy, I wanna cum in it again. Im gonna, please say you want it. Tell me to cum, I’ll give you anything you want.” The smack of skin increased, Y/N’s wet gasp from his cock pummeling up into her making her eyes widen. Harry really would give her anything, the sweet boy. He was all hers, and she wouldn’t be letting go.

[bakugousolos]

Buying a dildo online on a whim while katsukis on a mission, because you’re feeling sooo desperate only for it to arrive a week after he returns.

“Who’s at the door?” Katsuki asks and all you do is shrug oblivious to what’s waiting for you. “What is it babe?” You question while he’s walking back in with a oddly rectangular box.

“I dunno, did you buy anything?” Followed by “Why the hell is this shit so long” and it feels more rhetorical than a plain question. Soon enough the box rips open and just after you realize what it actually is, he smirks and raised his hand high so you can’t reach.

“W-what is it?!” And he just smiles. “Katsuki im serious what is it!!” You pout and jump but you know you’ll only be able to reach the box if he wants you to.

“Nothing baby. You waitin’ for a package or sum’ ?” You pout again. “No…” is all you can come up with and it eats at you because his smirk grows wider.

“You sure?” But you just stop and stare because now he’s leaning down towards your much smaller frame with a 5 inch pink dildo in his hand after throwing the box across the room.

“Uh w-whats that doing here..?” “Well I’m not sure, you tell me because I know I didnt order a dildo.”

“M-me neither!! I swear!!” But you can barely get a third sentence out before he’s slamming you to the couch and ripping off your shorts.

“Yeah baby? M’ i not good enough?? You need this tiny thing to please yourself when you know damn well I’m right here ??” He asks, on top of you.

Anyways… part two !!

Happy reading !! (^_^*)

I might do a continuation - not too sure tho.

[cheolhub]

LAVENDER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

summary. you really don’t want seungcheol to go to work, so you give him a million reasons to stay at home with you.

wc. 3.7k+

warnings. whew… dom!cheol, teasing, very needy f!reader, morning sex, f. masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of dirty talk, pussy drunk cheol <3 rough but very passionate sex, size kink if you squint, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names [pretty/sweet girl, baby, love] (im not sorry) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. happy birthday to cheolhub (not me, my account. she turns 1 today ^^) we will celebrate with a self indulgent fic. i was blinded by need for him one morning a while back and then BOOM, this was born. so here u guys go, i hope u enjoy. p.s. the title has nothing to do with the fic, stream lavender by dreamer boy :p

early mornings are the absolute worst for seungcheol. the tedious morning routine, watching the sun peek from the bleak, dark sky, and worst of all, parting from you. he hates leaving you before you can even form a coherent thought, body wracked with last night's sleep. he hates leaving you ‘cus you look so adorable while you’re drooling over your pillows, whining at him to get back in bed.

but this morning was different. normally, you’d be sound asleep by the time he had to leave, but you had been tossing and turning all night so by the time seungcheol’s alarm had gone off, you were well awake. you frown at him as he takes a deep sigh, forearm coming to rest on his forehead once he snoozes the alarm. 

you scoot closer to him, snuggling into his side and wrapping an arm around his naked torso. he hums at your touch, “g’morning, baby,” his raspy voice sends a shiver up your spine.

“nothin’ good about this morning,” you mumble passively, pressing your face further into his side. 

cheol raises an eyebrow. you sound too awake this morning. “did you sleep at all?” he pressed, noticing the lack of tiredness in your voice. the arm on his forehead comes down to wrap around your frame. he takes your vow of silence as a no and he whines cutely at you, “angel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“‘cus you had to wake up early, cheollie,” you pout. “and i didn’t wanna bug you.” 

“you could do no such thing,” he defends, his hand rubbing your hip. “why couldn’t you sleep?” 

you shrug, shyly. you could tell him about how you had imagined him fucking you all day yesterday and how you needed him horribly while he was at work, but your embarrassment keeps you from admitting your desperation. 

but, cheol is smart. maybe a bit too smart. especially when it comes to you. he can read you like an open book, knows you like the back of his hand. 

“aw, was my pretty baby horny?” he coos feeling the way you wordlessly nod your head into his side. “yeah?”

“yeah… missed you all day yesterday,” you murmur, pressing chaste kisses to his naked, warm skin. “ needed you so bad, but you seemed tired when you got home… ‘n, like i said, i didn’t wanna bug you, so,”

seungcheol shakes his head disapprovingly as he maneuvers his body to hover over yours. “what did i just say? you could never bug me, Y/N.” he reprimands and you pout once more. “tell me what you need, baby, hmm?” his voice drops an octave and you feel yourself melt to putty. “what does my pretty baby need?”

the sheer dominance that emits from his body has your insides churning in anticipation. “need you…” you can barely breathe out. 

he chuckles, “yeah? ‘m right here, love.” the lilt to his voice signals he’s teasing and you let out a soft whine. “did you need anything else?”

“need you in me,” you exhale.

“that so?” he questions, raising his eyebrow, feigning awareness, “i dunno baby, doesn’t seem like you actually need me…”

you squirm under him, your panties soaking as his patronizing tone arouses you to no end. “please, i do,” you whimper. “i need you so bad, cheol, please.”

his breath hitches and his previous teasing manner suddenly vanishes. before he can say anything, though, his second alarm rings indicating he has to get ready. forreal this time. 

you’re saddened at the thought of him leaving… it would be totally selfish of you to provoke him, right? especially so early in the morning while he should be getting ready for work… 

but he did say that you could never bug him…

“cheollie,” you mumble. “can’t you call in for the morning? just go in a lil late?” you ask, hopeful. 

the sigh that he lets slip his lips is one you know all too well. it’s a heavy sigh that comes right before he’s about to tell you something disappointing. something you don’t want to hear. “baby…”

you deflate before he says anything else, huffing out, “fine.” he smiles at the pout that etches into your lips but it’s quickly wiped off his face when you sulk out your next words, “guess i’m just gonna have to fuck myself all day while you’re gone.” 

“huh…is that so, baby?” his soft tone is gone, replaced with one that makes you immediately submit to him. he leans into you, a sinister smile creeping back onto his face as thoughts roam through his mind. “yeah? gonna shove those pretty little fingers in your cunt and pretend it’s me making you feel good?”

you exhale sharply, gulping when you feel your throat dry up. “y-yeah.” your stutter doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, yet he plays along with your cute little game. 

“guess that means i don’t have to make you cum this morning then, huh?” 

you gasp, snapping your head back to look at him, eyes filled with regret. “what?! wait, no, no, i-i want–”

he cuts off your stuttering while wearing a faux pout, “what happened, baby? i thought you wanted to fuck yourself? i think you should go for it, you don’t need me.”

“no, cheol, i do– i’m sorry, i do need you.” you tell him feebly, a whine following your words. 

he coos, “aw, really? then why don’t you show me, sweet girl.” 

“but you’re gonna be late–”

“don’t worry about that, baby, just go ahead and touch yourself for me.”

you whimper, nodding your head. you hook your fingers into the elastic bands of your sleep shorts and wet panties, lifting your hips up to pull the thin pieces of fabric off your body. your heated core is now exposed to the cool air, chilling your feverish body the second it fans over your cunt. 

seungcheol can see the way your pussy glistens with the soft light peeking in through the window. blood rushes straight to his cock and it throbs almost painfully under his loose shorts. he doesn’t feel like going all the way to work like this, nor does he want to be there with the thought of you touching yourself without him. 

your hand trails down to your pussy, two of your fingers finding your clit. your eyes flutter close, shifting and getting comfortable on the bed before moving faster. 

your eyes don’t need to be open to see him staring intently at you. you can feel his gaze burning holes into your skin and knowing he’s sitting on his knees above you…just watching makes you squirm a bit. adrenaline continues to pump through your veins, exciting you further. 

your breath hitches and a soft, “fuck,” tumbles out of your mouth. your fingers pick up their pace, rubbing into the swollen bud with pure desire.

your lips tug up a bit when you hear your boyfriend’s shuddered exhale. you decide that— maybe— it’s your chance to put on a little show for him. 

your free hand comes up to fondle your tits, squeezing the fat with vigor. you arch into both of your hands helplessly. your eyes screw together and your jaw goes slack as moans come out of your open mouth. 

and, fuck, you bet you look so lewd to him. playing with your tits through your thin shirt and panting like a bitch in heat, all the while you're desperately grinding your hips for more.

and then you give him something he can’t deny. something he can’t ignore even if he wanted to.

“mmm, fuck,” you moan, fingers dipping down into your pulsing core.  “fuck, ‘m so wet, cheol.” 

when he doesn’t reply, your eyes crack open and shoot to stare at him. with your eyebrows knit together, you moan again, curling the fingers trapped between your warm, velvet walls. you speak as if he’s not inches away from you, as if you’re not staring directly at him while you fuck yourself with your fingers. “wish you’d just come ‘n fuck me, cheollie. wish my fingers were your cock so bad.” 

the wet sounds of your fingers curling and scissoring inside of you fill the room and it’s driving him absolutely insane. heat begins to radiate off his body and he realizes he can’t take this much longer–

“need your fat cock to fill me up so bad–” you pant, eyes rolling to the back of your head, the sight of him disappearing and your vision fades to black. “need you to split me open, make me take it all.”

and you’re not that close– even though your fingers feel fucking amazing– but stretching the truth never hurt anyone, so you whine out, “m close.”

he finally cracks..

his hand spans over your tummy and his thumb finds your clit, circling the puffy bud faster than you could imagine, “so soon, baby?” he asks with a low voice, words heavy and dripping with sheer dominance. “you’re that horny? gonna cum after playing with your pretty pussy for five minutes?”

you weren’t close before, but the stimulation to your clit along with the fingers in your messy cunt and your hand on your breast have you tensing up. your tummy tightens and your brain goes a bit haywire, his vulgar words not helping the situation in the slightest.

“needy girl… so fuckin’ dirty.” he murmurs. “talkin’ about getting split open on my cock. need me to fuck you back to sleep, don’t you?” 

you nod eagerly as his fingers work you faster, swiftly rubbing into you. he’s grinning at the way your movements are inconsistent, how you’re unable to keep your speed from faltering– your hand is probably cramping up inside of you. 

his free hand catches your wrist, pulling your fingers out causing a mewl to erupt in the back of your throat, but before you have a chance to complain, his longer, thicker fingers are replacing yours. he’s mocking your actions, but he’s making it feel so much better as he stretches you further and hitting all your spots better than you were. 

he hums, “you sure you can even take it? you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight—”

your eyes snap open again and you protest through a moan, essentially cutting him off, “i-i can! you know i can!”

a deep, dark chuckle reverberates through your room as he nods, “you’re right, huh? you always take me so well. my good girl.” 

you really are going to cum now and seungcheol can feel it. you clamp around his fingers and your own curl around his wrist in attempts to ground yourself before your impending orgasm washes over you. 

“is this really how you wanna cum before i’m off to work, baby?” another faux pout appears on his face. “you don’t wanna cum on my cock? don’t want me to cum with you?”

you cry, shaking your head incessantly, preparing to have pure bliss cruelly ripped away from you. “cock, want– fuck, cheol– i-i want your cock.”

his pout morphs into yet another devious smirk as he pulls both of his hands off of you, abandoning you to cry and mewl in disappointment. the orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your tummy quickly flees, dissolving into nothing and leaving you with a dull ache in your needy core. 

seungcheol quickly strips his boxers off, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. he doesn’t need to with how wet you are, but he still lets a trail of spit coat his angry, red tip. 

you’re still heaving, recovering from your loss of orgasm and seungcheol is very aware. he can see that you're heavily anticipating the feeling of his dick finally pressing into you, doing your best to be patient and he has to fight off the urge to tease you for being so desperate. 

but, in all honesty, he’s doing no better than you. his hands eagerly find the backs of your thighs, spreading you open and then pushing them back till your knees knock against your chest. you gasp when you realize the position he’s put you in– 

he’s really going to give it to you. 

he slaps the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times causing your hips to jolt after every strike. he laughs quietly to himself, savoring the sight of you like this even though he knows he’ll have you like this again tonight and tomorrow and for the years to come. he’ll still burn the image of you before him into his brain every single time. you’re just too beautiful not to.

he runs his head through your drenched slit and you can’t resist the impatient groan that comes out of your mouth. “god, cheol, don’t tease. please.”

“you’re so cute when you’re worked up, though.”

“i’m a lot cuter with your dick inside of me,” you mumble, clenching around nothing as another flash of arousal courses through your body. “taking all of you.”

he can’t argue with that. 

he finally trails down to your drooling hole, slowly and steadily pushing into you. daunting inch by inch. he lodges his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back an embarrassing moan over how incredibly tight you are. 

he’s only a quarter of the way in and you’re almost in tears. the pain from the stretch is one you’ll never get used to, but you breathe through it. he guides you through it. 

“good job, baby, just breathe. it’s gonna feel good, just relax.” he gets out with a strained voice as you let out an incoherent string of words.

you give him a broken nod and moan, doing your best to control your labored breathing and physically unclench.

he decides to just go halfway for the time being, gently thrusting in and out of your vice-like pussy till the pain subsides– till you’re able to take it all. 

and it’s not long before said pain turns into fervor and immense pleasure. 

“ch-cheol– oh, my god.” your words are something between a whine and mewl. “so big, oh my… fuck. you’re so big…”

he groans, cock twitching at the praise. he doesn’t mean to, but he fucks another inch (or two) into you, driving himself deeper into you. when you gasp at the intrusion, he swears he won’t be able to last long. 

he moans out his words, breathy and a bit stuttered. “d-don’t say that… swear to god, you’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

you give him an airy laugh– though it quickly dies and turns into a whimper– and say, “you can give it to me.” 

a growl bubbles in his chest at the implication of your words. before he moves, he asks, “you sure?” and when you give him a soft yes, he doesn’t hold back, the switch– the sanity switch– in his mind and body flipping off.

he grabs the back of your thighs for support before pushing the rest of himself inside of you in one go. his hips meet yours and it has your eyes rolling back, an array of mewls and moans bouncing off the walls of your room mixing with his loud groans. 

he holds himself there for a second, but when you clamp around him tighter than before, he pulls his hips back and slams back into you. he repeats his actions, almost completely pulling out and pushing back in over and over till he gains a steady, consistent pace. 

he’s in deep, the tip of his cock scraping against your sweet spot. he hits it persistently while spewing praises left and right. 

“such a good girl. fuck, you’re so good, you know that?” he rambles, stars in his eyes as he watches your face contort and your body twitch at the sweet words. “feel so fuckin’ good, shit–”

you wish you could reply. give him back some praise about how his cock is fucking incredible, how he’s perfect, how he’s the most beautiful man ever, but the words escape you, as does your mind. instead, you tighten around him, velvety walls molding to the shape of him.

a guttural groan leaves him and he moves faster, forcing himself in and out, “not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

you do it again, clenching around him as he’s keeping up his impressive speed. “f-fill me up.”

“i fucking will,” he growls as if that were his plan all along. “but you’re gonna cum for me first.”

he discreetly snakes his hand between the two of you, hand splaying over your stomach as it did earlier except, this time, he’s pushing down and feeling himself inside of you. he groans at the sensation as his thumb catches your clit. 

“cheol!” you gasp, shockwaves running through your body at the contact. 

“come on, baby,” he coaxes in his sultry, breathy voice. “you can do it, can’t you? you can cum for me?”

you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, body becoming overstimulated at the onslaught of pleasure. your tummy tightens, just like before, and you feel the knot reforming with his deep strokes filling you to the brim and skillfully hitting your spot every time. 

“y-yeah– fuck, yes,” you pant, eyes screwing shut and body arching. you squeeze him tight– so tight he’s scared you might not let him leave. every nerve ending in your body is tingling, electrified– you may have the best orgasm of your life at six in the fucking morning. “cheol– cheol! cheol, i–” you sob, each version of his name getting louder and more incomprehensible than the last. 

looking at you, he thinks he’s in heaven. or maybe he’s in hell because his cock is twitching uncontrollably and he’s just barely hanging on. a pretty whine– one that he finds a bit embarrassing– escapes him before his wavered voice says, “fuck, i got you, baby. cum for me. cum all over my cock like the pretty girl you are.”

your body jerks and vision goes white at his command. the knot in your belly unravels rather quickly and you persuasively drench his length in your syrupy arousal. a silent scream leaves your mouth and you’re squirming under him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm before your entire body goes lax.

you whine out little, mindless babbles, begging him to cum while he picks up his pace, fucking into your near lifeless body with so much vigor. 

“gonna let me fill this pretty pussy, huh?” he grits through his teeth, pulling his hand from your tummy in favor of putting it on the back of your thigh again. he pins your legs to your chest with a sense of urgency, nearly folding you in half. “tell me how bad you wanna get fucked full of my cum, baby.”

you shudder at the thought of him pumping you full. you nod dumbly, “p-please, cheol. wanna feel it inside of me so bad.”

“yeah?”

“fuck yes,”

he groans, his nails digging into your flesh. if he wasn’t close before, he’s going to fucking explode now. 

his hips stutter, thrusts growing sloppy before he stills with his tip nestled at your hilt. his abs contract and he twitches and pulses in between your walls. a soft cry of your name falls from his plush lips right as he shoots ribbons of warm cum deep into your cunt.  

the warmth of his cum causes a wanton moan to escape you. there’s so much of it that it’s hard to keep it inside of you. so much that it ends up spilling and dribbling out of your hole as he slowly pulls out. 

he watches in awe, dick twitching in excitement at the sight. he shakily exhales, holding himself back from shoving it into you again. 

you’re so sore. coming down from your euphoric high, you let your legs down, stretching them out due to the strenuous position, and try to regulate your breathing.

 a few minutes pass and you finally feel like your heart rate is back to normal. you still feel his load slipping out of you, so your hand comes down to your messy pussy, swiping up some of his seed and bringing your fingers to your lips. 

seungcheol groans at the moan you let out at the taste of your mixed cum. “you’re such a tease.” he mutters, hands soothing over your body. 

you pull your fingers out of your mouth and smile lazily at him. “we’re meant to be then.”

he cracks a wide grin, “we are, huh?”

“very.” you nod.

he leans down, whispering a soft i love you and pecking your lips. right before you can wrap your arms around him and tangle up with him again, he moves away. 

you groan in annoyance, “you’re not still going to work are you? after that?!”

“baby,” he laughs. “i’m already gonna be late. i have to clean you up and then get ready.”

“noooo, stay with me.” you whine making grab hands at him. “we could have so much more fun here. for example, i could suck you off.” you say in joking matter though you have never been more serious in your entire life. “orrrr, we can do some of the things you’ve always wanted to try.” you whisper, a taunting smile on your face. 

he gasps, face flushing, “baby, don’t play.” he shakes his head, pushing his dirty thoughts to the back of his head. “while the offer sounds tempting–”

“just today, cheol,” you plead, a pout on your face. “for me? please? just don’t wanna be away from you.”

he wishes that you weren’t so persuasive, but, unfortunately for him, you are. he can’t resist the pouts or the pleading eyes or how cute you are when you’re clingy. an exasperated sigh slips his lips. he’s going to have to play catch-up tomorrow, but the idea of spending the day with you instead makes it seem worth it.

“fine, i’ll give them a call. tell them i’m sick or something.” he says, a smile playing onto his lips. “just for you. just for today.”

“yay!” you cheer, sitting up on your messy bed sheets. “round 2 in the shower? then maybe we can work through your bucket list.”

“you are literally insatiable.” he scoffs as if he isn’t pulling your arms to get you out of the bed. 

“seems like you’re way ahead of me.”

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[shariasweet]

die for me. ᡣ𐭩°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

lee heeseung x fem reader — actress!reader. smut [18+]. pet names. fingering [f]. kissing. unprotected sex [wrap it up!]. public or leaked sex [tape or video].

sharia note — I dunno :( I got bored and this is let of rambley 💔 i really like that new chase atlantic song and I felt a little inspired so !!!

you clenched your jaw — fingers digging into you scalp as you let out an aggrieved sigh. ‘how’re you going to solve this , y/n?’ your managers voice blared through your phone’s speaker as you anxiously paced your condo floor. 

‘im not sure…’ your teeth sunk into your bottom lip , and you let your fingers trail down to your temples — soothing the oncoming headache. ‘at this point , you two’d be better off bringing your relationship to the public. I mean , your fans may not get along but it’s better than dealing with the media snooping around.’ 

you and your boyfriend had just been caught — the news made headlines: reports from entertainment tonight and koreaboo with titles such as ‘actress y/n l/n & singer lee heeseung caught in a dating scandal.’ — ‘lee heeseung and y/n l/n caught in a scandal: sex tape leaked.’ fled your timeline.

‘would it?’ you pursed your lips , throwing yourself onto your bed. you’d told him to be more careful — heeseung had a bad habit of being careless when he gets needy. his head gets clouded by his own desires , and he loses himself in you. 

‘not here!’ you breathlessly whined into your boyfriends ear as he cornered you on the set. ‘why not , pretty girl..?’ he chuckled , hands cupping your cheeks as he smiled against your lips. ‘there are cameras , hee… we’re on set…’ you quickly pecked his lips , returning the embrace with your arms snaked around his neck.

however , he was quicker — capturing you in a deep passionate kiss. you moaned into his mouth upon feeling his knee come up to grind against your core. ‘ah… fuck!’ you gasped , allowing him to slip his tongue into the gaping warmth of your mouth.

heeseung’s hands desperately fought against the buttons and clasps of your outfit , ‘so many damn zippers… ‘need to feel you.’ he groaned , large hands coming up to knead your breasts. ‘you looked so beautiful all day… ‘couldn’t even focus between scenes — want to get this stupid shoot over with. ‘been waiting all day to touch you…’ 

finally , his fingers tangled between your shirts buttons — undoing them leaving your chest bare. it wasn’t long before his hands slipped under your skirt too — he quickly disregarded it , swiftly unzipping it all while trailing hot kisses down your chest.

‘such a pretty girl… my , pretty girl. ‘want to tell the whole world your mine — makes me sick thinking there’re guys seeing you how I do.’ heeseung sighed against your skin , softly rutting his nose into your collarbones to inhale your scent.

‘hah… how do you see me , baby?’ teasingly , you brought a hand to tangle into his hair as he continued revashing your neck and chest. the vibrations of his deep laughter spread across your skin and you could feel the feather light touches of heeseung’s fingers reaching for the band of your panties. ‘most beautiful girl in the world.’ pop! he snapped the band against your waist.

‘mmm!’ you squirmed. this tips of his fingers caressed your clit through the thin cotton material — occasionally , pinching the soft bundle of nerves as he continued complimenting you. ‘I just want to be with you all the time… I’d live under you if I could… so fucking pretty for me — sweet too. you’re such a good girl , letting me play with you in the studio too.’ 

his free hand massaged your boobs — tugging at your bra to roll your nipples between his rough fingers.

‘ah! shit… hee touch me more… please , give me more.’ heeseung’s fingers began to pull your panties to the side — carefully , dipping two of his fingers into the drooling heat of your sticky cunt — leaking all onto his fingers. as he curled his two fingers inside of you his thumb gently circled your clit. ‘mmm!!! feels so good..!’ 

‘I know princess… I know.’ he continued to thrust his fingers upward inside of you , in a  scissoring motion. your hands came down to his fly — fidgeting with the zipper of his pants. ‘eager already?’ your boyfriend grinned , cheekily. ‘just take them off… ‘want it now…’ 

‘not here hee!’ he mimicked your earlier pleas. ‘please…’ you sighed — gummy walls clamping down onto his fingers as they roughly kissed the spongy spot buried between them. ‘you sure , pretty girl..?’ he teased you some more. 

feverishly , you nodded. his free hand left the hardened nubs of your nipples to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. leaving him clad in his boxers before you , as he ripped his fingers from your sopping cunt.

you whined feeling empty. ‘unhhh… hee hurry!’ 

you didn’t have to ask twice before your boyfriend was yanking down his boxers to free his leaking cock — standing straight up as the angry pink mushroom tip stared back at you. you could feel your mouth watering , however , any fantasy you’d conjured up had been interrupted by heeseung abruptly grabbing both of your thighs , lifting you up and positioning himself at your entrance.

he slammed you down onto his cock as you let out a loud mewl. he’d bottomed out in no time , easily assisted by your oozing , slimy slick. ‘shittt! ah ah ahn hee! so fucking full…’ you murmured , arms flying to hold onto his back.  ‘mmm… my pretty baby’s always so tight.’ he threw his head back. ‘s a good thing you get so wet though.’ he grinned diving into your lips hungrily , before thrusting up into you.

he wildly snapped his hips as you let soft vulgarities and outlandish moans rip past your throat. ‘fuck , more!’ 

‘m-more..? god , y/n you want me dead , huh?’ obliging , your boyfriend pistoned his cock further between your silken walls. ‘promise im close! promise!!!’ a ring of white cream and arousal pooled around the base of his cock as he continued to deliciously thrust into your cunt. ‘you know I love hearing you whine , sweetheart! j-just hold on… ‘m close too!’

the knot in your stomach finally snapped as he made one final thrust — leaving you shaking and you rode out your high calling out his name.

everyone had seen it — obviously… if not you wouldn’t be in your current situation: stressing over the phone with your manager lecturing you — heeseung lying in your bed with a sly grin on his face. ‘would it?’ you repeated , glancing at your boyfriend who simply shrugged mouthing the words ‘I couldn’t help it.’ as you rolled your eyes and  fell back into his arms. 

‘it’s worth a shot… I’ll send a message over to his team. just lay low for now y/n and pray they’ll be on board.’ they huffed , ending the call. 

‘well… on the bright side , told you I wanted to tell the whole world you were mine.’ he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. ‘oh whatever , hee! we’re in deep shit.’

[pennymart]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

CW: AFAB! reader, dudes a cyborg, dirty talk(ish) chest riding?. I dunno what else

Boothill

I’ve decided to take part in the Boothill fans… im not exactly a writer or anything so take this what you will

Also this is my first smut don’t laugh at me

Tucked away into an dark hotel room, where the only source of light was from the open curtains letting the lights from the Penacony illuminate the room. Well that and the little lights from his robotic body.

The cowboy was laid on his back on the soft bed, his usual cocky smirk showing off those sharp teeth of his as he watched you bounce yourself desperately. “What was that you said?” He chuckled, his large hands coming to grip the fat on your hips to speed of your movements.

From his point of view, you seemed to be going crazy. Dragging that pretty pink pearl against his metal chest, each ridge and bump of the metal sending a shock of wave pleasure through your body. The cold metal shining in the city lights from your slick, hands pressed down on beside his head to stable yourself.

Each bounce and drag of your clit against his cold metal chest pushed a moan out of your throat, trying to purposely drag your heat to his dents, or well scars of his chest. “So good..” he heard you whine out, the cyborg smirked, cold grip grinding your hips down in hard enough to leave bruises, bring more loud pitched whines and moans out of that pretty mouth of yours.

“Here, why don’t ya’ show this cowboy how good you can ride?” The man below you teases as he pinched at your nipples, egging you on to see if he can push the limit. An annoying gesture but it’s mean to make you mad, how cruel of him. But any other thoughts are replaced when he sets his hat on your head, he even roughly stopped your movements to be able to place it on you properly.

He smiled up at you as he fixed your hair, in that moment, it took two whole seconds before you picked up you pace again, reaching towards a rough climax. “Atta girl!” He laughed his gruffly laugh, the laugh that gets you going. It was almost too soon when you finally felt the knot snap, juices smearing his chest and lower torso… heavy pants and small breathy whines left your mouth as you came down from your high. Unknown to you, this was only the prep, you sure are in for a long night cowgirl/boy.

Anyway…

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Captain Price is completely oblivious to how attractive he is. Until Nikolai reminds him. For @lookoutrogue .

cw: none.

“He has no feckin’ idea,” Soap groused, slurping another mouthful of lager.

“Not a scooby. Pretty sure she could stick her tongue down his throat and he’d think she was lookin’ for advice on resuscitation technique.” Gaz slumped his chin into his palm and squinted.

“I mean, how’d’ye get tha’… oblivious?”

They had spent the last forty-five minutes since their arrival watching their captain entertain—or rather, be entertained by—a gaggle of young men and women seeking his attention. They were in one of those posh bars in central London where everyone seemed to want to get in everyone else’s knickers and it was nearly nine quid a pint. It was a bit bougie for their tastes, but it was one of the few places with a spare table near to where they needed to be.

“Dunno, but if she touches any further up his thigh she’s gonna end up grabbing a handful,” Gaz murmured, swirling the ice around in his gin and tonic.

“They’re hangin’ off his every word, like,” Soap threw his hand up in exasperation, “he’s talkin’ about sandin’ a feckin’ fence. Sanding. A. Fence. He ripped a lad’s throat open with a crowbar and rescued a foreign attaché of diplomats three days ago, but nope, it’s the Black and Decker that’s more interestin’.”

“That was a classified mission,” Ghost said quietly, cutting in with the low, unobstusive rumble that somehow snapped both Gaz and Soap to look at him. “Not exactly pick up line material.”

“Come off it, L.T. Like ye’ve never spun a yarn tae entertain,” Soap scoffed.

“Never.”

“Actually, I believe him,” Gaz said. “‘Sides, in that mask, it would come off more like a serial killer explainin’ how he’s gonna murder you than hot military hero. No offence, sir.”

“None taken.” Ghost sipped his bourbon and rolled said mask back down his face.

“Ye’ve known ‘im longes’,” Soap looked at Ghost, clearly desperate for answers, “has he always b’en like—“ he fluttered a hand in Price’s direction as the two young women and a fluffy looking twink hanging off his every word broke into raucous laughter at a joke that wasn’t even remotely funny, “—that.”

Ghost shrugged. “To get to where he is, he had to work hard. Gym, range, classroom, paperwork, mental preparation. You don’t graduate top of your class, praised to be the best in your field, by dossin’ around with skirt. Not a lot of time for… fraternising.”

“You have such a way with words, sir,” Gaz said, mildly amused.

Soap smirked wryly. “Aye, I c’n see that. But still, I c’n see why it took Nik a feckin’ decade. I wouldnae be surprised if he had tae be balls deep before—oh, hey, Nik! Over here!”

Soap stood to wave as a familiar looming figure in a brown leather jacket elbowed his way through the crowd, and spread his arms wide. “My brothers, you came!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, mate,” Gaz said with a grin as he stood to receive the offered hug; Soap got a clap on the back of the shoulder and Ghost a shake of the hand. “So, how’d it go?” Gaz asked as he sat back down.

“Well,” Nik patted the right side of his jacket, slightly padded out with an envelope of paperwork, “it is official—I am now a British citizen.” Despite his smile, all three of them could see the sadness in his eyes. The kremlin had seen fit to strip his citizenship. He had said he was surprised it took them so long, but they had finally linked his alias, a face and a name on their records. It was difficult to maintain anonymity in retirement, so acquiring British citizenship had seemed the natural step to take given the last five years. He would always be Russian in body, heart and soul, but all three now belonged partly to someone else…

“Congratulations. We’re lucky to have you,” Ghost said, lifting his glass.

“Da, thank you,” Nik nodded, and then looked at the empty seats either side. “Where is the captain?”

“Holdin’ court,” Soap nodded towards the bar, “Ah’d get over there before he invites 'em over tae see his fish tank 'n loft conversion.”

Nik followed Soap's eye line and raised an eyebrow. He was a laid back man in most things, but when it came to John Price he had precisely zero chill. His back straightened and his shoulders squared, fingers twitching at his sides as he inspected the three people crowding around Price, lingering on the hand that was currently on his knee. “Please excuse me,” he said quietly.

Gaz smirked into his drink. “Get ‘em, mate.”

“Ahh, Nik!” Price beamed as he approached, swivelling on the bar stool to face him. “This is uhm… Jessica, was it? Derek and.. uh, sorry, I forg—Stacy? Stacy. I was just explainin’ how—mmph.”

Nik went straight in for the kiss without preamble. His hips slotted as easily between Price’s legs as their lips did together, his tongue sweeping into Price’s mouth to stake his claim. The hot flush went from the tips of Price’s ears to the v-neck of his t-shirt; he didn’t usually do public displays of affection, but Nik felt it was an equitable sanction. As he pulled away, Nik was happy to note that the three had drifted a little further down the bar, mumbling their excuses. Price didn’t notice; he only had eyes for Nik.

“What was that ‘bout?” Price croaked.

Nik hummed as he took Price’s left hand from his waist and held it up between their faces. “And here is the problem, no?”

“Ahh, Nik, it wasn’—I’m just—“

Nik ignored Price's flustered excuses as he grabbed the chain of his dog tags and pulled them from inside his shirt. The ring rattled softly against the stainless steel as Nik yanked the clasp open and extracted it from its customary place next to his heart. A lesser man might have thought ill of the whole thing, but it had been Nik’s idea; the risk of de-gloving on an op was high, and it would only get lost if shoved in a pocket or at the bottom of a duffel bag.

“It is better this way,” Nik had said softly late one night, “because they will bring it back to me if—“

“N’aw,” Price had replied, “I’ll always bring it back myself, right? Along with my sorry arse, no matter what state it’s in.” It had been an empty promise given Price’s job, but Nik had kissed the comfort from his lips as he’d said those words anyway.

At home, however, it went back on. Price was forgetful. Too much going on behind those pretty blue eyes to think of such a small adjustment. Nik slid the ring back onto Price’s hand and then kissed the back of his knuckles. “Better.”

“I forget, ’m sorry, that wasn’t—“

“I know,” Nik said. “But it will put off the predators.”

“Predators?”

“Johnathan, they were ready to eat you—vodka, on ice,” Nik glanced at the barman only briefly as he gave his order, returning to Price’s eyes as they glittered up at him.

“Eat m—? We were chattin’ about gardenin’.”

“You were discussing gardening, they were not here to discuss.”

Price’s mouth clicked shut. “Ah.”

“Ah, indeed.”

“Well, thanks for the exfil…”

Nik smirked. “Always.”

“How’d it go?”

Nik reached into his pocket and extracted a dark navy passport, flipping it open so Price could see the identity within—Nikolai Price, M, British Citizen.

“Well, bloody hell, would’ya look at that?” Price took it in both hands, thumb drifting over the photograph affectionately. “You know, I’m surprised you changed to your alias, and didn’t keep—“

“I am not that man anymore,” Nik said. “I am… everything we have built together, and will continue to build. I prefer it this way.”

Price smiled, folding the passport closed to slot it back inside Nik’s jacket. He studied Nik’s face closely, saw the sadness there but also the relief. His home had been taken from him the moment he had turned, but he had slowly, and at times painfully, built himself a new one. With Price. Fuck, they could be on the other side of the world, and Nik would still be ‘home’, because ‘home’ was a man, not a place, and Price had come round to the same line of thinking. It had just taken him a little longer to realise.

“I love you, Kolya,” Price said softly.

Now it was Nik’s turn to flush, his cheeks tinging a soft pink as he processed the open affection he was still growing accustomed to. “And I you, captain.”

“Oi, lovebirds, use that officer’s salary and get a round in, L.T.’s bein’ a tight-fisted bastart!’

Nik chuckled and reached into his pocket for his wallet. “This one is on me, as they say.”

“I’ll take a double scotch then. We’ve got some celebratin’ t’do.”

“Ofiget… da, da, barman!”

[dolliels]

I’VE BECOME THE FIANCÉ OF THE VILLAIN?! pt3

synopsis: going to bed after reading a horribly self indulgent romance novel, you seemed to wake up as an extra of the series. what stories will unfold while on a mission to find a way out?

author’s note: one more chapter to go! and then a prolouge ^_^

[one] [two] [three] [four] [epilogue]

you actually preferred when leona wasn't really talking to you.

maybe seeing each other everyday for two entire months sort of softened both of you guys up, you weren't so sure when leona started actually take an interest in you as a person instead of just leveraging off of you to eat and sleep, and to hide from his family just because 'he didn't feel like going home.' compared to the scary prince of the kingdom you read in the novel, leona was just a lazy bum. you really could not bring yourself to be scared of him.

when you're not at the bookstore, it felt like he was following you everywhere. it was at a certain distance, sure, but he was still right behind you. this had been going on for weeks. actually, why is leona still living at your place?

"this book isn't at the library in the palace" leona said dropping a book on the table.

"what? daphne du maurier? I didn't think the palace would enjoy a story like that. I made sure to put educational stuff only on the shelves."

"you know, it'll be nice if you put some worthwhile books on there. you've been stocking the library the most out of everyone and they're boring as shit."

"sorry." you said quietly. it's not your fault that the books are boring, you've shelved the library once! everything else is for your body's original owner to blame!

"if you go back to the palace, then I could stock up the place with all the interesting, fun novels." you added. if you get yourself invited through, then maybe you could look for a way to go back home. you were desperate.

"say… leona- i mean your highness…" you coughed out your mistake, hoping he didn't hear you.

you poured a cup of hot tea and passed it to him, now pouring your own.

"does the name 'roselia' sound familiar to you?" you pursed your lips as you looked at him stare at the mug.

"no, not really. what are you even talking about?"

"it's nothing. I was just wondering because err… i think it's a pretty name."

leona sipped the cup of tea. most of his scars were nearly faded on his arm, minus the missing patch of skin which was slowly growing back!) which you bandaged a thick cotton pad on.

"actually– no. i do recognize the name."

your eyes shone in eagerness. "oh really?"

"yeah. we have a neighboring kingdom whose princess had that name."

yes! roselia was a princess! this means that she does in fact, exist!

"'had?' what do you mean she 'had' that name?" you asked, cupping your tea to warm your hands. autumn was coming, and the house was a lot chillier than usual. you missed the heater you had in your house back in your world.

"she died from an illness, i think. i dunno, i don't know much about her other than her name."

oh.

roselia is dead? 

wait, so how are you ever meant to go home???

all these transmigration books, the endless research, the praying, the hopes… were you meant to be here forever? is this your life now?

you sipped your tea and sighed deeply, trying to hold back you tears. you missed home.

"hey. you good?'

you looked up. "ah– im sorry, your highness. sniff "I just feel a little down today."

"you look like you're feeling down everyday."

oh, is it that noticeable?

'also, what tea is this?"

"earl grey."

"it's gross."

"you don't like earl grey?!"

sometimes, you realized you found some sort of comfort in leona kingscholar, the guy who thanklessly welcomed himself to your home. maybe the guy wasn't so bad after all. even though he won't go back to the palace, that is.

-

"your highness–"

you walked into your bedroom. after sleeping on the couch for so long, you got so sick of it you set a mattress right beside the bed and promptly told leona to sleep on the ground from now on.

leona refused and kept refusing but when you washed up at the end of the day, you saw him on the mattress, sound asleep. and you finally got to sleep in your own bed after so long. although he kept his side messy.

today, when you walked in, it was neat. and leona was nowhere to see him.

"uhhh prince leona?"

"what."

you jumped and turned around. oh, he's right there. whew.

"do you have a bag I could use?" he asked.

"huh? why?"

"I wanna take some of these books home with me."

"oh? you're finally going back home?"

"yeah. so do you have a bag?"

"I do… but I feel like you're not gonna be able to return it."

leona sighed and put the books back.

"okay. just come back to the palace to stock up."

"i can't go unless i'm requested."

"i'll request for you."

"oh.. okay!"

and then he was gone.

unsurprisingly, leona didn't have anything to take with him, since he came into your store on that very fateful night with empty pockets.

leona started living with you during the first few days you woke up in this world. he lived here throughout two months, so it was a little empty and quiet now that he wasn't here. the house felt so much bigger somehow…?

in a few days time, just like leona promised, you received a request to stock up some books for the library again. this meant you probably had to order a batch, so after some digging and researching and archiving, you made a fat list of books that you think leona would enjoy from what he read during his stay.

you frowned. why were you being so considerate of him?

actually, what was going on at all?!

by the time leona got injured from the book hunting and fighting the dragon, roselia would have found a series of letters he sent to certain people to aid in the assassination of king falena.

king falena originally died trying to save his son whom leona sent out to be killed, so he was anonymously in contact with all sorts of people.

then, when leona found out that roselia saw these letters, he would be wary of her intentions, thinking he must kill her because she will tell somebody about it. but the novel's transmigrated roselia pretended to help him so that she wouldn't die.

leona, already having a slightly altered opinions after roselia secretly helped leona heal from his injuries, hesitantly agrees to let her help him.

and so their love story would begin.

you would've known if leona was secretly sending letters, because you kept track of all the paper being used. (you have different kinds of different quality paper– you decided you never want to run a bookstore if you ever make it back home– too complicated.) and no paper was used without your knowledge.

he mostly slept and read books or followed you around, watching what you're doing.

you sighed. roselia was also dead. she died years ago, apparently, according to leona. so you had no idea how the story was going to go. it was fine at the start– roselia was not present, but leona's plan of murder were still constant, so you could easily keep track. now you felt like you truly existed in this world without any prior knowledge of help, because you had no idea what he would do next.

does leona have no more plans of being a tyrant anymore…? did they all dissipate?

you set out to order a batch of new books for both leona and your own store that afternoon.

-

delivery was taking a while, as per usual.

but once it arrived, you took it upon yourself to take a carriage to the palace as soon as possible.

the blue haired man with the long piece of paper saw you again. he was a lot nicer today.

"hello." he said, smiling.

"hi!" you replied, feeling cheerful. you hadn't realized it now, but you were unconsciously in a hurry to enter the palace as quickly as you can, wanting to take a glimpse of leona, and that oddly made you feel happy today.

"chilly today, huh?" you said, putting the books down.

"yes. and you are quite optimistic."

"i'm just in a good mood today" you replied. the weather was getting cold and you reminded yourself to dress warmer than ever before next time. this will be your first upcoming winter in this kingdom. you wonder if it's winter in your world right now.

"alright, if you say so. heading in now?"

"yup!" you carried a box as you stepped up.

"have a good day, mr…?"

"kifaji."

"well, have a good rest of the day, mr kifaji!"

you hummed to yourself as you walked down the corridors of the palace. last time, you had to carry 5 boxes full of books by yourself, but since today wasn't a day where the royal library really needed a ton of books, it was a pretty manageable box that you could carry easily into the library.

clack, clack, clack

you heard the sound of crisp dress shoes walk against the shiny marble floors. man, you're never gonna get over these floors. your house is full of creaky wooden floorboards and funky rugs everywhere (leona even questioned your taste. it's not your fault the person before you had a weird sense of choice in rugs!)

you put the box down to comfortably open the (very huge) door to the library when you heard shuffling behind.

"oh– your highness! wait- no, you don't need to carry that for me."

leona stood behind you, holding the box of books.

"it's fine. you came all the way here."

"alright…"

it was sort of weird, seeing leona. when he was living with you, he was mostly in 'commoner' attire. clothes you had stashed at the back of your closet, or new ones that you bought (from cheap stores. you weren't bothered to put him in a fancy getup)

although you did see him at the very palace, his wealth or status didn't really register to you because, well, you just recently woke up in this world and were adjusting to it and also because you were too distracted by his face. (you still think he's very handsome)

but now, seeing him, he truly did look like he was a prince. you could tell the clothes he was wearing was made from expensive fabrics. his shoes, you really liked his shoes, had a soft reflective surface that made them look elegant and chic.

as soon as you opened the door, leona carelessly strutted in and placed the box of books on one of the long tables they had placed in the middle of the library. (there are 3 of them)

you walked up to the box and opened it, taking out its contents.

"look, I got the daphne du maurier books that you really liked, your highness!"

you moved a little to the side so leona could join in on the book browsing.

you know, the more you think about it, the more you slowly consider him your friend. a friend? right? technically.

you slowly take out the books one by one telling leona every single book you've brought and what it's about. running a bookstore all day does make you read a lot.

however, leona is mostly silent. he's a quiet person in general, but he was a quieter than he usually would be. especially in a topic of conversation that honestly began with him requesting you to come and talk about it.

"say… y/n."

you look at him. you feel a little uneasy. leona rarely says your name. you're often regarded with a "hey." or a "you." or he just pushes you with his feet because he's not bothered to get up. honestly, he reminded you of your friends back in the real world. which made you appreciate him a whole lot more because while you terribly missed your friends, it was like he filled the void of what you needed to give yourself the push to research more and more about transmigration.

why do you think of him so fondly nowadays?

"yes…?"

"do you like the palace?"

you look down at the book you're currently holding, rubbing your thumb against its gritty texture of its cover. pride and prejudice. you weren't so sure if leona would ever enjoy a regency romance like this, but the way mr. darcy was a smug, prideful little bastard who did not view elizabeth as an equal, but soon came to love her and they had a nice, easy going relationship with each other. you thought it was a lot like how you and leona became 'friends' (you considered him one, you weren't sure if he did the same– why are you so awkward about this?!) but without their romance. yea, no. no romance. nope. just… friendship!

"yeah. i like the palace. who doesn't? this place is beautiful, it's like it's summer all-year round because of how warmly coloured the place is."

leona watched you look at the book.

"would you rather live in the palace, or the house you already live in?"

"hmmm." you had to think hard about this one.

"i guess… a normal person would say the palace. but i think i'd rather continue living at home. it's homey and cozy, it's special. even if it's not as big, it feels lived in and special." that was half a life. you would choose your house, but not for the reasons that you said. sure, it was comfy and nice, but it was so… ugly. especially the rugs. oh god the rugs. it was only because this was the first and only home you've lived in this world, you weren't really adjusted to learn the real estate system here.

"why'd you ask?"

"no reason. i just needed to make a decision."

leona grabbed the book away from your hands, forcing you to turn your entire body towards him when suddenly you felt a wave of heat approach your face, then your lips.

your eyes were still open in surprise, leona's calmly closed. like he had been planning to kiss you a long time ago. it felt like you were breathing a fresh breath of air, you suddenly had a carnal desire to breathe him in as you shakily lifted your arms up to hug his neck. his hand softly went to caress your head. fireworks were exploding inside of you (you weren't sure if fireworks even existed in this universe– but fireworks it was, millions of feelings traversed through you.) your eyes were closed and all your worries washed away. the only thing on your mind was how his lips subtly tasted like honey. you haven't had honey in so long and yet it was the tastiest, most desirable flavor in the world.

ultimately, you had to part lips, as both of you were running out of breath. leona's hand was still gently cupping the back of your head and you were glad he was, you felt dizzy and a little euphoric. your mind want you to calm down, but your body was rushing with so much heat that you wanted to kiss him more.

"and stop calling me your highness. i want you to call me by my name." he said in a breathy voice. you slowly nodded.

"okay. le-o-na." you mouthed his name very carefully against your lips before nearing your face against him and kissing him again.

TO BE CONTINUED...!

a.n: how we liking the series so far i feel like part two lowkey (HIGHKEY) flopped 🙈 also im just name dropping a bunch of gothic authors no idea if leona would like those types of books but since we caught him reading wuthering heights i was like why not keep a consistency

[skywalkerslvt]

your the best sub ani writer i cant stop

ani discovering his mommy kink like i dunno letting it out in the heat over the moment and being so embarrassed GOD IM EATING MY WALL

a/n: i had way too much fun writing this. here's a mini fic abt ani discovering his mommy kink hope u like it 🤭

CW: 18+ smut, mommy kink, sub ani, a tiny bit of orgasm delay/denial, 545 words

Anakin was a mess beneath you, his hands gripping your hips as you moved against him. His eyes were closed, his face flushed with pleasure. Every thrust, every moan, pushed him closer to the edge, and he felt like he was going to lose control any second.

"Please," he gasped, his voice breaking with desperation. "Please, I need to cum."

You smirked, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Not yet, Anakin. Be a good boy for me."

His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a look of pure need. "Mommy, please," he blurted out, the word slipping past his lips before he could stop it. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had just said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You froze for a moment, surprised by the slip. Then a mischievous smile spread across your face as you looked down at him. "Did you just call me mommy?" you teased, your voice laced with amusement.

Anakin's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he quickly looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I didn't mean to," he stammered, his grip on your hips loosening as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

You chuckled darkly, tightening your hold on his face. "Oh, but you did," you purred. "What a naughty boy you are, Anakin. Does calling me mommy make your cock even harder?"

His breathing hitched, and he bit his lip, nodding slightly. "Yes, mommy," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Look at you, all pathetic and desperate," you continued, a wicked glint in your eye. "Begging me to make you cum like the needy little slut you are."

A shiver ran through his body at your words, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Please, mommy," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal. "I need to cum. Let me cum, please."

You smirked, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear. "You think you deserve it, huh?" you taunted, your tone dripping with mockery. "Such a pathetic little boy, getting off on calling me mommy. How desperate can you be?"

Tears of frustration welled up in Anakin's eyes, his body trembling beneath you. "Please, mommy," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I'll do anything. Just let me cum."

You pulled back slightly, studying his flushed, desperate face. "Alright then," you said, your voice taking on a mocking sweetness. "Cum for mommy, you pathetic little slut."

With a strangled cry, Anakin obeyed, his body convulsing as he finally reached his release. You held him close, continuing to move against him as he rode out his orgasm, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

When it was over, he lay beneath you, completely spent but with a look of pure bliss on his face. "Thank you, mommy," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and humiliation.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "You're welcome, Anakin," you said softly, though your tone still held a teasing edge. "Anytime you want to be a good boy for mommy."

The red tint on Anakin's face deepened at your additional teasing, but he laughed nonetheless. And as he felt your gentle touch and heard your mocking words, he realized that maybe, just maybe, he had found something he didn't even know he needed.