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[mingi-s-dimples]

「 Skyline Sins - Mingi 」

"You like the view, baby?"

"Y-yes-"

"I like the view too. The view of your ass bouncing against me."

pairing: mingi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: Mingi's always so touchy... but tonight, he just can't get enough of you. At first, at dinner.. then, on the balcony.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: rough needy mingi, risky touching, public touching, slightly fingering under the table, public setting, balcony sex, making out, kissing, he's needy af, marking, hair pulling, neck holding, rough sex, cursing, possessiveness, teasing, dirty talk (slut), unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), 3 rounds, desk sex, lots of cum, cum control (he makes her keep his cum inside until the dinner ends), spanking, biting, doggy, completely consensual, for sure forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Note: Thank you @atiny1 for uncovering this idea LMAO cause I got it while we were yapping... and damn. That's all I have to say 😵‍💫😵‍💫. I love Mingi. That's it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The party is a fucking blur—champagne bubbling in crystal glasses, laughter and murmured conversations blending with the pounding bass. The city skyline glows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a breathtaking view of the world below.

But none of it matters.

Because Mingi is watching you.

Not just watching—devouring.

From across the room, sprawled in a leather chair like he owns the place, legs spread obscenely wide, a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.

And you feel it.

Everywhere.

The weight of his gaze burns into your skin, making it impossible to focus. Impossible to breathe. Your dress suddenly feels too tight, your thighs press together too often, and you know. You fucking know he’s enjoying every second of this.

So when he suddenly appears beside you, lowering himself into the seat next to yours, heat rolling off him in waves—

You know you’re in trouble.

He spreads his legs, pressing his thigh against yours, his body too close, his scent wrapping around you—whiskey, spice, something dangerous.

Then—his hand grips your thigh.

Hard.

His fingers dig in, thumb brushing circles over your bare skin, and when he leans in, lips grazing your ear, his voice is pure sin.

"Enough fucking around."

Your breath hitches. "Mingi, we’re in public—"

He ignores you. "Been watching you squirm all night." His grip tightens, rough, possessive. "You like teasing me, baby?"

You should push him away. You should remind him where you are.

But you don’t.

Because fuck—this side of him? This rough, reckless, desperate side? It wrecks you.

His fingers slide higher. Too high. They ghost just beneath the hem of your dress, so close you almost snap.

"Someone will see—"

"I don’t give a fuck."

His voice is a low, dangerous growl, and the way he says it—like a warning, like a threat—has your stomach flipping, thighs trembling.

Mingi notices.

Of course he does.

He shifts, spreading his legs wider, forcing yours apart, using the cover of the tablecloth like it was meant for this. And when his fingers drag up your inner thigh—slow, teasing, his touch barely there—your nails dig into the table.

"You’re.. wet already, sweetheart?"

You squeeze your eyes shut. "Mingi, please—"

"Please what, baby?" His voice is all amusement, all filth. "You want me to stop?"

You don’t answer.

Because you don’t want him to.

Mingi smirks. Then—he pushes your panties aside.

Your entire body locks up.

His fingers slide between your folds, gathering the mess he’s caused, and he lets out a low, wrecked groan.

"Holy fuck."

Then—he pushes a finger in.

You suck in a sharp breath, body jolting. Your walls clamp around him instantly, the stretch not nearly enough, but fuck, you feel it everywhere.

Mingi’s chuckle is dark, cruel. "That’s it." He pushes deeper, knuckles brushing against you. "Take it, baby."

Your hand shoots out, grabbing his thigh, nails digging in, but you can’t stop the soft whimper that slips out.

And that’s when you panic.

Your voice is a frantic whisper, barely audible over the music. "Mingi—there are people—what if someone—"

He shoves his finger deeper.

The words die in your throat.

Your back arches, legs trembling, and Mingi groans, deep and wrecked.

"Let them see." His tone is pure filth, his breath hot against your ear. "Let them see how fucking good you take me."

You choke on a gasp, your nails digging into his thigh so hard it’ll bruise, but Mingi is relentless. His finger fucks into you, slow, deep, dragging pleasure kicking and screaming through your veins.

Then—he adds a second finger.

Your thighs twitch. Your walls clamp down, and Mingi feels it.

His breath shudders. "Oh, you like that?" He spreads his fingers, stretching you wider, hitting that spot so perfectly—

And then—he pulls out.

Your body jerks at the loss, your hips twitching, chasing friction, but he’s already lifting his fingers to his lips.

And then—he sucks them clean.

Your stomach fucking drops.

Mingi groans, eyes locked on yours, his tongue swiping over every drop of slick.

And then—his voice is a growl.

"Get up.”

Your brain barely registers the command before he grips your wrist, begging you through his eyes. His pace is brutal, shoving past bodies, ignoring the glances thrown your way.

And then—his room.

The door slams shut, and suddenly, your chest is against the wall.

His hands grip your waist, spinning you around, and then his mouth is on yours—rough, desperate, claiming. There’s no teasing, no hesitation, just pure need, his lips crashing into yours with teeth and tongue, hot and consuming.

You barely have time to gasp before he presses you against the glass rail of the balcony, his massive frame caging you in. One hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your hip, pulling you flush against him.

And fuck, you feel him.

His hard, throbbing cock pressing against your stomach, proof of how badly he wants you.

"You drive me fucking insane," he growls against your lips.

Then—his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging.

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, and Mingi groans, his grip tightening, as if he’s barely holding himself back.

His lips move, trailing down your jaw, nipping at your skin—sharp, possessive bites, each one soothed by the slow, sensual drag of his tongue. Then—he finds your shoulder. And bites.

Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark, enough to brand you.

You gasp, back arching, and Mingi growls, his breath hot against your skin. "Mine."

The word sends a full-body shudder through you. Then, his hands move.

They slide down, gripping your thighs, your hips, grasping at your dress. His fingers bunch the fabric, dragging it up, higher, exposing you to the night air. And he doesn’t even hesitate.

He yanks your panties to the side. Not off. Not even a second of patience. Just pushed aside—like he’s too desperate, too gone, to waste even a second.

His other hand moves fast, unbuckling his belt with one sharp motion, the sound slicing through the heavy silence. Then—his zipper, the rustle of fabric.

And when he frees himself—his cock springing from the confines of his briefs, thick and aching—

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t tease.

He grips your hips, spins you to face the railing, and presses you forward.

Your chest hits the cool metal, breath hitching as you feel the blunt, heated press of his cock right there, dragging against your soaked folds.

Mingi exhales, voice wrecked. "You’re dripping for me."

His fingers dig into your hips. His tone is low, strained, barely controlled.

"Mhm..You’re ready."

And then—he pushes in. He doesn’t ease in. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, doesn’t even give you a second to adjust—because he knows.

He felt how ready you were, how drenched you were for him, how your body was already begging for it.

So he grips your hips, tight and bruising, and buries himself to the hilt.

Your head snaps back, lips parting on a silent gasp, your body jolting from the sheer force of it—the stretch, the pressure, the way he fills you so completely, so perfectly.

Mingi groans, low and guttural, his fingers flexing against your skin as he pulls back just enough—before slamming right back in.

"Fuck—" His voice is wrecked, strained, like he’s trying not to lose control. "You feel even better than I imagined."

And then—he moves. Not slow. Not careful. Relentless.

His hips snap forward, his pace merciless, punishing, filthy, each thrust sending a shockwave through your body, your chest pressing harder against the railing.

The cool metal bites into your heated skin, but you don’t care.

Because Mingi is ruining you.

His hands are everywhere—gripping, squeezing, possessing. His breath is hot against your neck, his voice dripping with raw need.

"You looked so good tonight, baby." His thrusts deepen, angle shifting, hitting exactly where you need him. "Had me hard the second I saw you."

Your nails scrape against the railing, barely able to hold yourself up, and Mingi notices.

Loves it.

He laughs, dark and breathless, so full of need. "You really thought I was gonna wait?"

His fingers tighten on your hips, his pace somehow getting even rougher, every movement a claim, a statement, a warning.

"I would’ve taken you right there." He snaps his hips forward, making you gasp. "In front of everyone."

A hand slides up, gripping your throat, tilting your head back until his lips graze your ear.

His voice is a dangerous whisper.

"So they all knew who you belong to."

"M-Mingi—"

Your voice is a broken moan, raw and breathless, slipping past your lips before you can stop it. Your hands clench around the railing, your legs shaking as he drives into you, deep and punishing, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the distant hum of the city below.

Mingi growls, low and satisfied. "You like that, huh?"

His grip on your waist tightens, his other hand coming down fast.

A sharp slap lands on your ass.

The sting burns through the pleasure, sending a shockwave straight to your core, and your body jerks in response.

Mingi chuckles—dark, amused, wrecked. "Yeah, you do."

Before you can even recover, his hand moves up, fast, firm—

Fingers wrapping tight around your throat.

In one swift motion, he yanks you back against his chest, his arm locking around your waist, keeping you pinned in place.

"Let me hear you." His lips graze your ear, his voice thick with lust. "Let everyone fucking hear you."

Your head tilts back onto his shoulder, your breath coming out in broken gasps as he takes you apart, his pace never faltering, never giving you a chance to catch up.

Then—his mouth is on your neck.

Hot. Wet. Possessive.

His lips drag over your skin, tongue tracing the sensitive spots before his teeth sink in.

A sharp bite.

A groan rumbles through his chest, vibrating against your back as he marks you.

"Mine."

Mingi’s grip on your throat tightens, his chest hot and firm against your back, keeping you trapped between his body and the cool glass of the balcony railing.

His thrusts are punishing, deep and brutal, each one sending shockwaves through your trembling body.

"Taking me so fucking well," he groans, lips brushing your ear, his voice thick with pride and possession. "You were made for this, weren’t you?"

You can’t even speak—just moan, high and wrecked, the pleasure building too fast, too strong.

Your fingers clutch at his arm around your waist, nails digging into his skin, and you barely manage to choke out—

"Mingi—ah, fuck—I need to—"

His chuckle is dark, knowing.

"Yeah? You need to what, baby?"

His pace doesn’t slow, his cock slamming into you, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your legs threaten to give out.

Then—his hand leaves your throat.

Slides down, down, down.

And then—his fingers find your clit.

You whimper, a wrecked sob of pleasure, and Mingi groans, his breath hot against your ear.

"Come on, baby." His fingers circle, slow and teasing, contrasting with the brutal pace of his hips. "Let everyone hear what a good slut you are for me."

Your body tenses, coils tightening, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave.

And when he presses down harder, rubs faster, fucks you even deeper—

You break.

The moment it crashes through you, it wrecks you.

Your whole body shakes, back arching against Mingi’s chest as your orgasm rips you apart, white-hot and overwhelming.

And he feels it.

Feels the way you tighten around him, feels the way your thighs tremble, hears the helpless, broken moan that spills from your lips as you lose yourself completely.

"Fuck—" Mingi snarls, fingers digging bruises into your waist as he pounds through your high, chasing his own. "That’s it, baby—take it. Take all of it."

His thrusts get sloppier, rougher, his breath ragged as he buries his face in your neck, sucking at the damp skin, his groans vibrating through your spine.

"Gonna fill you up—" his voice breaks, desperate and ruined, "—gonna make sure you feel me dripping out of you all fucking night."

And then—he snaps.

His hips slam flush against yours, his cock pulsing deep inside, and with one last growl—he spills into you.

Hot. Thick. Endless.

Mingi shudders, his arms tightening around you, holding you so close, so deep, like he’s afraid to let go.

For a moment, there’s only breathing.

Heavy, ragged, shared.

Then—his lips find your back.

Soft. Lingering. Adoring.

Trailing from your shoulder blades, down your spine, pressing worship into every inch of you.

But he’s not done.

Because he’s still hard.

Still throbbing inside you, still not ready to let you go.

And when you shift slightly, whimpering from the over-sensitivity, Mingi groans, his hands already starting to move again.

"Baby—" His voice is wrecked, pleading, lips tracing up your back, kissing over the fresh marks he left. "One more. Please."

You shiver as he presses closer, hips rolling against your ass, his cock still thick, still needy.

"I’ve been thinking about this all night," he whispers, begging, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "May I?"

His fingers slide to your waist, gentle but firm, already preparing to bend you over again.

"Please, baby. Just one more."

And when you give the smallest, neediest nod—

He takes you again. Mingi doesn’t waste a second.

The second your breathy “yes” leaves your lips, he grins, dark and wrecked, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls out—

Only to slam right back in.

A choked gasp rips from your throat, your arms barely holding you up against the balcony railing as he sets a pace that’s somehow even harder, rougher, filthier than before.

And he loves it.

Loves how your body shudders beneath him, how your nails scrape at the railing, how you’re still so sensitive, still so desperate for more.

His hands slide up your body, over your spine, your shoulders—before gripping your throat again, tilting your head back so his lips can graze your ear.

"You like the view, baby?" His voice is teasing, cocky, but so wrecked with lust.

Through your gasps and moans, you manage a shaky, “Y-Yes—”

Mingi chuckles.

Dark. Low. Dangerous.

His pace doesn’t falter, doesn’t slow—if anything, he drives into you harder, deeper, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing through the night.

"Yeah?" His grip tightens, voice thick with amusement. "I like the view too."

He drags his teeth over your shoulder, then bites down, groaning when you whimper at the sting.

"The view of your ass bouncing against me."

A sharp smack lands on your skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"The way your body shudders when I’m fully inside you."

Another slap, then his fingers spread over the mark, rubbing it in, soothing and teasing all at once.

His hips snap forward, relentless, and he chuckles again when you sob his name.

"So fucking beautiful."

Mingi snaps.

Your moans, the way your body tightens around him, the way you gasp his name like it’s the only word you know— it’s too much.

His grip tightens, his nails digging into your hips, holding you in place as he slams into you with reckless force.

No more teasing.

No more playing around.

Just raw, unrestrained need.

His voice is a wrecked growl, spilling from his lips with no filter, no shame.

"Fuck—look at you." His head tilts back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he watches the way your body shakes, trembles, comes undone for him. "Look at how you take it. Fucking made for me."

His hips snap harder, faster, deeper, and he loses himself in it.

The sound of your skin meeting.

The filthy squelch every time he bottoms out.

The way you clutch at the railing like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

And then—you whimper.

“M-Mingi—”

Your voice shatters, high and breathless, and when he feels you tighten around him, trembling, needing—

He completely fucking breaks.

"Cum, baby." His hand slides down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. "Give it to me. Let me feel you."

You gasp, moan, sob—

And then—you shatter.

Hard.

Your whole body locks up, legs shaking, head tilting back onto his shoulder as a wrecked, helpless scream leaves your lips.

And that’s it for him.

Mingi slams deep one last time, groaning your name, filling you up so much you can feel the heat pooling inside you.

His arms tighten around you, holding you up as you both tremble, completely fucking ruined.

For a moment, there’s just breathing.

Then—his lips find your neck.

Soft. Lingering. Addicted.

And he exhales, still inside you, still completely lost in you.

"Fuck, baby."

Mingi is still inside you, still throbbing, still completely wrecked— yet somehow, his hunger hasn’t dimmed.

His forehead presses against your shoulder, his breath ragged, his arms locked tight around your waist as he tries to regain control.

But he can’t.

Because you’re still so tight, still so wet, still fucking dripping with everything he’s already given you.

A deep, wrecked groan leaves his lips, his hands gripping your waist as he barely pulls back—just enough to push into you again, slow, deliberate, teasing.

And then, he laughs.

"Fuck." His voice is hoarse, ruined, a hint of pure disbelief under all that need. "I’ve never been this hard for three rounds…"

He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into your waist, his lips pressing against your shoulder like he’s trying to ground himself.

"What are you doing to me, damn?" His tone is playful but wrecked, like he’s actually scared of how bad he wants you.

His hands slide up your sides, over your stomach, his touch lingering, possessive.

Then—his lips find your neck again, tracing over the fresh marks he left.

"How good you looked in that dress…" He nips at your skin, groaning when you shiver. "I wanted to rip it off in an instant."

Then, his voice drops, teasing but urgent.

"But… we have to be back in ten, if we don’t want to raise suspicions."

Yet, despite his words—he still doesn’t pull out.

Instead, his grip tightens.

And before you can even process it—

Mingi moves.

Swift. Sudden. Strong.

He lifts you off the railing, one arm hooking under your knees, the other around your back, carrying you like you weigh nothing.

And then—he’s striding back into the room, straight toward the desk.

"But I’m not fucking done with you yet."

And the second he reaches it—he sets you down, spreads your legs, and ruins you all over again.

Mingi doesn’t waste a second.

Gripping your thighs, your waist, your throat—he doesn’t know where to touch first because he wants all of you at once.

His lips crash into yours, desperate, messy, hot, his tongue claiming every whimper, every moan as he pushes you back against the cool wood.

And then—his hands move.

One gripping your hip.

The other sliding lower.

And when his fingers find your clit, slick and swollen from everything he’s already done to you—

You whimper.

Mingi groans into your mouth, eating every sound, his fingers teasing, circling, slow at first—before pressing down, rubbing rough and deep.

"You’re still so fucking wet, baby." His voice is thick with pure obsession, his breath hot against your lips.

And then—he pulls out of you completely.

Just to watch the way his cum drips out of you, pooling onto the desk.

"Fuck." His jaw clenches, his thumb sliding down to collect some of the mess—before he shoves it back inside you, pushing it deep.

You cry out, thighs trembling, hands clutching at his arms, his shoulders, anything to ground yourself.

And that’s when he loses it.

Mingi doesn’t ease back in.

He slams into you with one brutal stroke, knocking the breath from your lungs, his hands pinning you down as he sets a pace that’s relentless, unhinged, completely desperate.

Your body jolts with every thrust, the desk creaking beneath you, his cock hitting deep—too deep, just right.

And then—his lips are on yours again.

Messy. Sloppy. Ruined.

Like he’s trying to distract you from the fact that his hand is sliding down once again.

And then—you feel it.

His fingers press against your clit.

Teasing. Circling. Ruining you.

And you try to pull away, shaking your head, already too close, already too sensitive—

But Mingi doesn’t let you.

"Shh, baby," he whispers, his lips dragging over yours, catching your moans, swallowing every sound. "Let me make you fall apart one more time."

His fingers rub rougher, deeper, filthier.

And then—you break.. for what seems the 3rd time.

Your entire body shudders, seizes, collapses, your climax hitting you so hard you lose all sense of time, of space, of anything but him.

And then—you feel it.

The pressure—the release—the heat flooding between your thighs as your body gives in completely.

And when Mingi realizes what just happened— that you squirted all over-

His hips stutter, his whole body tensing, his breath catching in his throat.

His cock pulses inside you, spilling every last drop of cum he has, his groan deep, broken, completely fucking ruined.

For a moment, there’s nothing but breathing.

Heavy. Ragged. Shared.

Then—his lips press against your forehead, soft and lingering.

And he exhales, whispering—

"I don’t think I can ever get enough of you."

Mingi pulls away just slightly, his chest still heaving as he looks down at you. For a brief moment, his expression softens, almost tender. His fingers graze your thighs gently before he slowly pulls your panties back up, his touch surprisingly delicate after everything that just happened.

A teasing smirk crosses his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You’re going to have to hold it in for a little longer," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he gives you a playful squeeze. "We’ve got an hour before we can head back and continue where we left off... don’t think I forgot what I’ve got planned for you."

He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours with a mix of intensity and something softer, something more endearing. His fingers brush your cheek before he adds with a quiet chuckle, "I don’t know how you’re going to resist me for that long... but I’ll be watching." he says as he zips up his suit pants, just like nothing happened.

And just like that, the tension shifts. It's still there—intense, electric—but there's a teasing playfulness in the air, as though he’s giving you a taste of something more, something that’ll come later.

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[praudzivi]

This is NOT how you tauntkill bro

Imagine if on Valentine's day Sniper was like a cupid with a bow and if he stun someone, there'd be hearts overhead instead of stars.😵‍💫😵‍💫

[rpwprpwprpwprw]

someone please be nice to me and write my ideas 😭 i have like 6579854764 scenarios and moodboards and and grrr anxiety thoughts 💭 can’t believe i actually have to overcoming my fear of being a failure at writing 😵‍💫

[hitomisuzuya]

bunny!hybrid reader who goes to stepbrother!cat hybrid scara to help her with her first heat 😵‍💫

stepcest, please DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. cat hybrid!scaramouche x bunny hybrid!fem reader. smut. breeding kink. heat woes. mention of masturbation. creampie. degradation. praise. ear pulling. scara briefly receiving.

this request😳 i got super high and horny and this came out 😳

the egotistical smirk on scaramouche's face sent a shiver right down to your needy cunt. he'd known this was coming the moment he heard his precious bunny step sister desperately fingering yourself. listening outside your bedroom door, his keen hearing picking up your muffled whimpers and moans of his name while you attempted to find some relief in your first heat.

there you were, on your knees in front of him, nuzzling your cheek on his lap while you beg to help you. he could tell you are wearing no bra, the outline of your hard nipples poking up through your shirt.

"you'll have to beg me better than that," he reaches down, folding his hand around one of your sensitive ears. he tugs on it, keening a soft mewl from you. "you poor, pathetic thing. you must've been desperately finger fucking your cunt before you got the nerve to beg me on your knees for help," he can very clearly see that you are wearing no panties.

you cheeks flush at his words, your ears droopy with submissive arousal. he slid his fingers to the tip of your ear, slowly massaging it just to see you squirm. he knows how sensitive your ears are. "show me how badly you want your step brother to breed you. tell me how much you need your needy cunt stuffed full with my cock," he pinches the tip of your ear, massaging it between his index finger and thumb.

scaramouche revels in your whimper as you shiver. your cheeks flush darker with adoration for him. you nuzzle your cheek closer to his cock, reaching up to unbutton his jeans. your mouth waters as you take out his cock. "please, help me, scara," your warm tongue sweeps out to kitten lick his leaking cock head.

scaramouche groans as your tongue curls around the tip. "please breed me. you are the only one that can help me," you slowly kitten lick down his cock. his cock throbs watching you move your thighs apart to play with your throbbing clit. "i need you breed me, pretty please," you lick your way back up to his cock head.

just being on your knees begging him like this made your pussy clench.

you lick his slit, playing with your tongue in his precum. "oh fuck," scaramouche hisses, squeezing your ear as you scoop his cock head in your mouth to suck on. his other hand finds the back of your head, slowly pumping the tip in and out of your mouth.

your fingers are slippery on your clit, drool running down scaramouche's cock as you suck on the tip. fuck the scent of your heat is twice an intoxicating when you are wet. his cock pulsed as you needily suck on the tip, swirling your tongue and vibrating moans on it as you pinch and rub your clit.

he'd been craving to bury his cock to the hilt in his delicate stepsister's pussy for months. what luck for him that you would come to him on your knees, licking his cock and begging for him to help.

"shirt off," scaramouche hisses in command, tugging on your ear again. "offer that pretty pussy of yours to me on your hands and knees while i undress."

your eyes light up at his words. you eagerly scramble to your feet, and tug your shirt over your head. you yelp in pleasure as he brings his hand across your ass as you crawl on his bed. turning around, you got on your hands and knees. your poor pussy clenches at the thought of begging more for him.

"please," you whimper, parting your folds and rubbing your clit, "i need my step brother's cock inside of me. my body aches for it," you had known heats are going to be harsh being a bunny hybrid, but you didn't think it would be this unbearable.

scaramouche pushes you down onto your elbows with a hand on the back of your neck, wrapping a hand around both your ears. your clit throbs as he tugs on them. you mewl in needy bliss, angling your ass up for him as your back arches prettily. "you sound like such a slut," he smacks your hand away from your clit, grinding his leaking cock head against it.

it felt better than your fingers already. your hips roll back to grind on his cock. "you feel so big," a tense shiver of anticipation shudders through you feeling his thick cock rubbing between your creamy folds.

"fuck, you worked yourself into a wet fucking mess," he groans, feeling your pussy immediately clutch around his cock as he pushes inside, not holding anything back as he stretches you apart and bottoms out. "you just take it like the good bunny slut you are."

you let out a loud moan at the delicious friction, your toes curling as his cock burrows into your sweet spot. your pussy clenches at his degradation.

"shit, you are suffocating my cock," he pulls out halfway just to feel the sheer pleasure of feeling your tight pussy wrap around his cock again.

"oh god, it feels so good!" you cry out, thankful that no one else is home.

"that's right, bunny. cry about how my cock feels while i breed you," he moans, using your ears for leverage as he sets an unforgiving pace. "i should've done this a long time ago," you'd nearly driven him out his mind with the scent of your heat.

"oh, please, cum inside!" you whine, each thrust of his cock tearing whimpers and shameless moans from your throat. tears well into your eyes, drool pooling out the corner of your mouth to soak onto the pillow under your cheek.

scaramouche laughs shakily, smacking his hand across your ass again. "still begging for me. how cute," he lost himself in the feeling of your tight cunt, working out his pent up frustration as his hips smack into yours.

your eyes squeeze shut for a moment as tears trickle down your cheeks. above your moans, you hear him taunt behind you, "i'm fucking you good enough to make you cry."

his cock aches unbearably, craving to feel your pussy gush on it. every thrust seemingly intent on rearranging your insides. his hand squeezing your ears only made your cunt clutch harder around his cock.

your orgasm is jarring as it hits you. your body shook from the intensity, your pussy sucking his cock inside. you push back restlessly on his cock, every fiber of pleasure inside you screaming that you wouldn't be satisfied until your beloved step brother cums inside of you. you are so in love with him that it hurts.

"am i being a good girl for you? am i? am i?" you whimper, nursing your fingers on your clit through your orgasm.

"my good girl, my sweet girl," he moans, his fingertips digging into your hips. your cunt clenches at his purred praise. "you are being the goodest ever," cum spurts inside of you, his thrusts aiming to fill you as full as possible.

you are limp with pleasure, helpless until he is satisfied. letting go of your ears, he pulls out of you and rolls you over onto your back. "you good?" he asks, tapping your forehead so you would open your eyes and look at him.

he smirks seeing your fucked out expression, your eyes hazy and glassy. "mhm," you reply, smiling softly up at him.

"good girl," he pats your thigh before moving down between your legs. he has to worship his step sister's pussy in appreciation while he licks you clean.

[monokromesillies]

Hi crk community heres my valentines contribution 😍

[minkiverse]

JUNG WOOYOUNG FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Choi San - Song Mingi - Choi Jongho

Happy Valentine's to Ateez's biggest loverboy, Jung Wooyoung!!! My love for this guy knows no bounds, and he deserves all the love in the world!!!! Please make sure to visit these authors blogs and leave lots of love to them!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Cache - @songmingisthighs ⛈️🍑 Chaebol!Wooyoung ✧ SMAU

Be ready to hate ateez and become a txt stan! it would be funny if i left it like that but truly the angst in this author's social media au's 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 readers be warned you will not catch a break adgffgdfhdfhg

Right Here Part 2 - @0097linersb 🔥💗🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

I'm obsessed with the banter in this fic, it flows so well and i literally had to put my phone down because i would start laughing adfsdgsfgfgdfg but goddammit is this wooyoung charming as hell 😩😩 mc is so strong for holding out so long 👏👏

Written in the Stars - @ennysbookstore 💗 Office!AU ✧ Ongoing

*BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL* ID DIE FOR WOOYOUNG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it may only have one chapter BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SO MUHUHUHCUCUHHH 😭😭 he is just so sweet n kind 🥹🥹🥹

vivrant thing - @hwaslayer ✨🔥⛈️💗 Bestfriend's Brother AU

i have a soft spot for this series, because the mc hasnt been pining over wooyoung forever which i think stands out for this au 👏👏 like they just fall together like a cute lil puzzle piece 🥹🥹 and the sibling banter is extremely realistic adfsdgdfdgfg

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

One on One - @beginningofwonderland 🔥 Fighter!AU

Untitled - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Hybrid!AU

Untitled - @multiwreckedmess 🔥Roomates!AU

Drive you crazy - @sxcret-garden 🔥

first snow - @cheollipop 🔥💗

Study Games - @muntitled 🔥💗 Idol!AU

Marks - @last-words-ofashootingstar ✨🔥💗

I love brat!woo just as much as the next person, BUT soft domestic woo is my FAAAAAAAAAVVVVV!!!! like he is just so full of love that him in a relationship would be DEVASTATING 🥺🥺 also its more subby!wooyo so it feels like this was made for me adfssgdff

Sweet Dreams - @yuyusboyfriend 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

realistic sex with wooyoung - @byuntrash101 🔥

Freaks on a Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom 🔥 College!AU

Untitled - @bandgie 🔥

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥 Hybrid!AU

5:40am - @xuchiya 🔥

late night cravings - @cheollipop 🔥

21:23pm - @adoringsan 💗 Tattoo Artist!Wooyoung

bf texts w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid!AU

"i'm just bein' curious." - @teeskz 🔥

mirror mirror - @seonghwaddict 🔥⛈️💗

Untitled - @secretsecretbunny 🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

Strawberry Mocha - @pirateprincessblog ✨🔥⛈️ Barista!Camboy!Wooyoung

aaaaaaaaaaaah this fic 😭😭😭 if you like a side of pain with your smut you will LOVE THIS! ESPECIALLY IF YOU LOVE YUNHO😭😭 but god was this fic fun to read, just incredibly written dialogue, smut, characterizations, just everything was really well done👏👏

enemies w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🔥⛈️

shampoo w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 💗

Whatcha Gonna Do About It? - @songmingisthighs 🔥

i like you, i do! - @sungbeam 💗 College!AU

Lock your windows - @mingtinysworld 🔥

Untitled - @baby-boy-chan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @bunnliix 🔥

Birthday Surprise - @pocketjoong 💗

Mug w/ Jung Wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

after the game - @pantherxrogers ✨🔥 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

i will never, not for one single second, get over wooyoung in a baseball uniform like it changed something inside me 😩😩 and this smut is hot (i don't even fuck with daddy kink like that but goddamn 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but it ends super cute and someone needs to give woo some kids STAT

milkshake - @byuntrash101 🔥 Office!AU

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

marked - @igbylicious 🔥💗 Werewolf!AU

home run! - @vampzity 💗 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

Imagining Wooyoung as a girl dad - @redzie02 💗 Dad!Wooyoung

[15:41] - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗

If Without You - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Friend to Lovers AU

Jeju Thoughts - @hee0soo 💗

Star 1117 - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Space Apocalypse!AU

Untitled - @gojosnympho 🔥🍑

how to tame a brat tamer - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✨🔥⛈️💗 Royalty!AU

of course my fav bside would be one of my fav fics 😩😩 what really sells me on woo fics is banter I JUST LOVE IT!! i mentioned this in my reblog but this was a fic i read early into getting into ateez and it just hits even harder reading it now 😭😭 and with these two its just meant to be i love them dearly 🥹🥹

random bf!wooyoung texts - @sativateez 🍑 SMAU

sleepover - @kitten4sannie 🔥

Pull of Passion - @crimsonbubble 🔥

friens to fwb to lovers with wooyoung - @lxvemaze 🍑 SMAU

drive (me crazy) - @cheollipop 🔥

blood pact - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Vampire!Wooyoung

I Still Hate You - @starskq 🔥⛈️ Enemies to Lovers

Almost Home - @shadowkoo 🔥

Untitled - @intheemptymirror 🔥

Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

Just Trust Me - @wwooyology 🔥⛈️💗 Fox Hybrid!Wooyoung

Night Drives - @tinybeetiny 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Xmas Dinner Goes Wrong - @hwallazia 🔥

random bf!ateez texts // wooyoung - @nightbeforethend 🍑 SMAU

very bad things - @frenchkisstheabyss 🔥 Mafia!Wooyung ✧ Stripper!Reader

Needy texts - @sugarbaybeetexts 🔥🍑 SMAU

[redvexillum]

YOU DID NOT JUST GIVE ME THAT ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE OF A SINNER’S DREAM AND EXPECT ME TO BREATHE NORMALLY AFTER. 😩💦

First of all, THE TENSION. The yearning. The desperation. Lucifer being all breathless and needy? HIM BEGGING???! I am on my KNEES. This is the most deliciously indulgent take on Lucifer being absolutely wrecked by the reader, and I am HERE for it.

Him freezing when they grind against him?? That sharp inhale?? The soft pleading?? Oh my god, he is so down BAD, and I am cheering for it like it’s the Super Bowl.

AND THE REVERENCE??? Lucifer treating the reader like an absolute divine entity, calling them his angel, the most intoxicating creature—HELLO, DID YOU WRITE THIS TO KILL ME? He is WORSHIPPING them. He is trembling at the mere act of touching them, and yet he is also a beast barely holding himself back. The contrast between his soft devotion and his primal hunger is chef’s kiss. 👌💖

The moment he loses it and transforms??? HOLY SHIT. I love that his demon form comes out because he can't hold himself back anymore. The fact that he's struggling to contain himself, that his wings twitch when they touch him, that his tail is snapping like a predator about to pounce—I am WEAK.

AND THEN THE BREEDING TALK. OH, YOU ARE EVIL FOR THAT. The whole "cum in me pleasepleasepleasecuminme Lucifer"??? The way that broke him??? The fact that he was already feral, and that just sent him OVER THE EDGE?? INCOHERENT, YOU SAY??? I. Am. DEAD!!! DEAD I SAY! DECEASED! RIP ME! PRESS F FOR RESPEKT!

And that aftercare moment??? Him laying there, catching his breath after ruining the reader, his demon form fading away, and just basking in what just happened??? The intimacy??? The absolute wrecked tenderness???

This is LITERALLY everything I want from a Lucifer fic. I need a moment to recover. 😵‍💫

✨His Queen✨

Short drabble I wanted to write because I am unwell for this man…

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Your first time with the King of Hell, and he might be even more nervous than you are~

(I don’t even have a set up for this, I’m diving in head first like I would for Lucifer. This is just porn without plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tag list: @trashbin-nie

@yellowsubiesdance

@j-jinxee

@stevensdickrider

@airwolf92

@mrssabinecallas

@myhornybrainonlyknowsthis

@bee-sinner

@thesoccerenthusiast

Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, service top!Lucifer

All throughout, the only thing that could be heard in Lucifer’s home was the sound of your lips crashing into his relentlessly. Your nightgown draped over his legs while sitting in his lap for at least an hour now, on his throne, no less. You’re breathless, your lips are swollen, and you can’t get enough. You haven’t pulled apart in what seems like an eternity, Lucifer moaning into your mouth as your tongues intertwine. However, you’ve become increasingly more aware of the bugle that’s growing between your legs. Ever so slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. Lucifer instantly freezes from the sudden sensation, inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sheepishly, “I didn’t mean…”

Lucifer cut you off with another kiss before you could finish your sentence. “Please don’t stop, love,” he whispered.

Blood rushes to your cheeks from hearing those words. You felt Lucifer’s hands travel down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips. You start rocking your hips again, eliciting such sweet moans from him. He was so sensitive and you knew it, you knew you could make him putty in your hands and that excited you!

“F-Fuck, sweetheart…,” Lucifer moaned, “this is…this feels amazing.”

One of his hands slid down your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace and you continued your motions. His hand stopped when he felt the soft cloth of panties. He tried to hide his small smirk from you, but you caught him. You knew the fabric must have been wet, and it’s clear from his reaction that he noticed too.

“May I, my angel?”, Lucifer asked softly. You nodded your head wordlessly. You stood up almost too quickly as Lucifer reached for the hem of your panties. You felt them get dragged further and further down your legs until they finally touched your feet and hit the floor. You resumed your potion, straddling Lucifer once more.

He reached down to press his fingers at your folds for the first time. You felt your face heat up, it was something you’ve been wanting for so long. Lucifer exhaled heavily, his painted cheeks flushing a different shade of red. You could feel his hand trembling against you.

It’s been a while since he’s been intimate with anyone, Lilith had been gone for so long. Lucifer had been so alone during that time, never pursuing another lover. Until you, of course.

Noticing his hesitation, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face. His shining red eyes stared into yours as you leaned in for another kiss. “It’s alright, Luci, take your time,” you soothed him.

“Thank you, love,” he smiled. After a deep breath, Lucifer finally began to tease your entrance, running his fingers up and down your slit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as if you were hanging on for dear life. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling it slowly. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. His fingers began to push up into you, thrusting them in and out of you at an even pace.

You rested your forehead on the crook of his neck, your cries were stifling and your checks were burning. “O-ohh my God, Lucifer, you fee-feel so good.” Lucifer placed his lips on your neck and began to bite and suck every inch of it. Your knees were becoming weaker and weaker, you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach with every motion of his fingers.

But suddenly, Lucifer removed his fingers from you, making you whine in protest. You pulled your head up to ask why he stopped, but it became very evident. He brought his fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them. You pushed your face back down into his shoulder to hide your reddened face.

“Mmmm, you taste absolutely delightful, darling, ” he murmured in your ear. “I need more.”

Without warning, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom right across the hall. You always forgot how strong he was considering his stature, but it never failed to amaze you. Once he reached the side of his bed, he laid you down as gingerly as possible, positioning your head onto his pillow.

“Wait,” you said, pulling yourself upright and positioning yourself on your knees. You reached for Lucifer’s shirt and began to unbutton it hesitantly. Lucifer said nothing, only nodding, letting you continue your work. His face became flushed once more, you couldn’t help but smile at the way you made him feel. Almost prideful. Almost.

You made your way to the last button and gently push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground. He was beautiful, his pale skin was mesmerizing like a marble statue. But he was warm, very warm, you noticed as you ran your hand down his chest. “Beautiful…,” you said to no one in particular. But Lucifer had impeccable hearing.

“My love, nothing compares to your beauty,” Lucifer sighed. “I want to devour you. Please, let me see you?”

With some hesitation, you reached down to the bottom of your nightgown to pull it up over your head. Your body now laid bare before him. You went to cover yourself with your arms, but Lucifer held your wrists before you could.

“Don’t cover yourself, darling,” he pleaded, “you’re the most intoxicating creature I’ve even had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.” He leaned into you again and planted a passionate kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but moan into him. He pulled away, looking longingly into your eyes. But only for a moment. His eyes couldn’t resist trailing down to look at your chest, his face turning beet red.

“My eyes are up here, Luci,” you said jokingly.

“Forgive me, sweetheart,” Lucifer apologized and snapped his head back up to look at you once more. You chuckled and pulled your hands away from his loose grip to grab his instead. You placed each of his hands on your breasts, almost making Lucifer lose his composure. “So soft…,” he murmured as he began to softly knead at your skin. “Lay down on your back for me, love. I only had a small taste of you, I have to have more…”

You gulped hard, doing as he says. You untucked your legs from under you and rested your head against his pillow once more. You stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to think about what was happening. You felt Lucifer’s sharp hands on both of your knees, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to focus on him.

“Open up, angel,” Lucifer asked sweetly. Whenever he spoke like that to you, it was impossible to say no. With a shaky breath, you part your legs, exposing your glistening pussy to him. Lucifer’s shaky breathing echoed in his large bedroom. “S-Shit,” he choked out, “forgive me for this.”

Lucifer’s head fell between your legs in an instant, his hands resting on the inside of your thighs. You let out a strangled yelp at his tongue began to lick up and down your wet folds. Fuck! It felt better than you could have imagined. His tongue darted in and out of you, his lips vibrated against you and he moaned and hummed from lapping you up.

“L-Lucifer, f-fuck ohmygod!,” you cried out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” he responded coyly. You could feel a smile creep across his face as he continued to eat you up. Lucifer took one of his hands and placed two of his fingers right by your entrance, it was almost painful waiting for him to put them in you. “I need you to cum for me, I’m not stopping until you do,” he whispered before plunging his two fingers into your ruined cunt once more. That alone almost sent you over the edge. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster, while his tongue tortured your clit. He continued at a relentless pace, never giving you a chance to relax. Your mind was beyond foggy, you couldn’t even tell him to stop even if you wanted to. Which you didn’t.

“Luci…L-Luci I’mgonnacumFUCK,” you nearly yelled. The tightness in your stomach was threatening to snap. You gripped his soft and silky blond hair as he brought you to the very edge.

“Promise?,” Lucifer responded while pushing a third finger inside of you.

That was it, your head snaps back and a breathless scream escapes your lungs. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You feel your walls start to pulsate around his fingers which refuse to slow down. Lucifer devours the mess your soaking pussy made while letting you ride out your high. You finally come back down to earth (so to speak) and are able to breathe again, beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. Lucifer retreats his fingers from you and takes one last taste of you from his now cum-soaked fingers.

“Mmmm, fuck sweetheart, never tasted anything more enticing than you in my entire existence,” Lucifer praised. You brought your hands to face to cover up your cherry red cheeks. His words never failed to make your head fuzzy.

“Luciferrrrr,” you whine playfully, “you can’t just say things like that!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, love.”

You propped up onto your elbows. Lucifer had straightened up and was now on his knees in front of you. Your eyesight trailed downward and it was obvious how hard he was. His cock painfully straining against his pants. He noticed your stare sheepishly looked away.

“Your turn,” you said as you crawled towards him, only stopping an inch away from the large bulge he had in his pants. It lit a fire in you. It was his turn to be devoured.

“Y-You don’t have to do that, hon, I’m alr-”

You cut him off by placing your hand on his clothed cock. Lucifer immediately tensed up. “You’re right, I don’t have to,” you said looking up at him with ravenous eyes, “but I want to.” You heard Lucifer audibly gulp. “On your back, Luci,” you coerced.

Lucifer nodded and did as you said. He made his way to his pillow and laid down, holding his breath. You began your ascent, crawling and hovering over him. He looked so adorable beneath you. Your hands made their way to his belt, pulling it off in a flash with a clank to the floor. The button and zipper were next. Carefully you undid both with ease. You reached for the hem of his white pants and eased them down his legs. All that remained were his briefs. And my God, they left little to the imagination.

It didn’t occur to you until just now that you’ve never seen Lucifer’s dick before. It drove you wild just seeing the outline of it. He was huge. You bit down on your lip without thinking, Lucifer looked away from you in embarrassment. It was then that you noticed the large wet spot on his briefs from his leaking tip. He was an absolute mess, all because of you. A wonderful sight to behold, for sure.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You reached up to pull down his briefs, setting his cock free at last. It was impossible to look away, you knew you had to eat him up immediately. His dick continued to leak precum onto his stomach, Lucifer’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched you inch closer and closer to his cock. You placed your hands on either side of it, massaging everything around the one area he needed you to touch. He bucked his hips up at your touch impatiently.

“Please,” you heard Lucifer beg, “pleasepleaseplease!” The sounds of his desperate pleas sent waves of pleasure through your body, it drove you mad. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you took ahold of his cock and placed his tip into your hot mouth. You heard a broken moan escape from him as you lapped and sucked on the head, licking up every drop of precum that had leaked out. It was salty, but you didn’t mind. He tasted divine.

You began to bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking in as much of him as you possibly could. You knew you would choke otherwise. Your one hand remained on his hip to keep him from bucking up into your month while the other hand pumped his cock in tandem with your mouth. You figured it might be fruitless to try and hold him down since he could overpower you in an instant, but you knew he wouldn’t ever hurt you.

You saw that he was unraveling quickly, but you didn’t want this to end so soon. His staggered breathing and wanton moans were music to your ears, you’d do anything to keep hearing them. You trailed a long lick up from the base of his shaft to the head were you peppered a few kisses. One of Lucifer’s hands flew to his mouth to keep himself from being any louder than he already was while the other white-knuckled the bed sheets. It was an absolute dream to see the King of Hell be undone by you.

You felt him throbbing in your mouth, you knew he was close. But all of a sudden, two hands flew to your shoulders to push you off. “Wait, wait, wait!,” he pleaded as you let go of him completely.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?,” you asked ashamed.

“No, no! Of course not,” he reassured you, placing a hand under your chin. “You…fuck, you felt so good, my love. But…”

You didn’t even know what happened until you were on your back now looking up at Lucifer hovered above you. You noticed his eyes had turned a haunting red and yellow, with black slit irises piecing your soul. His horns had burst from his head with torn flesh wrapped around the base of each, adorning his snake-shaped halo with a burning flame below it. His angelic wings sprouted out from his back, enveloping the entire bed in shadow. His tail had popped out as well, whipping back and forth behind him as if he were a predator on the hunt. You were his prey.

“I’m having a really hard time keeping it together, darling,” he spoke quietly, almost ashamed at his lack of control. His more demonic form caught you off guard, but you weren’t afraid. You smiled at him, reassuring that you were alright. He smiled back, showing off his large sharp teeth. It made you shiver. God, you wanted him. And you wanted him now.

“I-I need…shit…c-can I…,” Lucifer fumbled over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. You cupped his face in you hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. You reached one hand up to stroke one of his wings, curiosity getting the better of you. You could have sworn it was the softest thing you’ve ever felt, you were entranced. Lucifer let out a low hum, his wing leaning into your gentle touch.

“Yes, you can, Lucifer,” you murmured into his lips. “Fuck me now, please, I need you…”

His composure broke completely. His lips crashed into yours with a vigorous force. You wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him as close to you as he could possibly get. You felt the head of his cock graze your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation. Lucifer looked at you expectantly, only for you to silently nod your head.

All you felt next was his cock sliding into your pussy until he was fully sheathed inside of you. It took a few seconds to remember how to breathe again. He stretched you out, filling up every inch of you completely. Lucifer couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, desperately trying not to cum right then and there. After only a moment or two of getting used to his size, your body started to relax around him.

“Please move, Luci,” you moaned.

Lucifer retracted the grip his teeth he had on your shoulder and placed his forehead onto yours. Ever so slowly, he started to shift his hips, taking his cock out just to pump it back into you at a rhythmic speed. But of course it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more staggered and uneven.

You could have sworn you were seeing stars. Or perhaps it was the light bouncing off the tears forming in your eyes. It was a pleasure you’ve never felt before. You felt whole. That new knot in your stomach was tightening once again, and was threatening to release with more force than before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lucifer whispered, clenching his teeth and screwing his eyes tight. “Gonna cum, love…gonna cum, FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist, making sure he stayed in place. “M-me too, sshhhiiit,” you managed to choke out. “Cum in me, pleasepleasepleasecuminmeLucifer!”

Those words made him incoherent. He held your hips down as he thrusted into hard and fast. At last, you felt him throbbing inside of you, emptying his load into your waiting cunt. You screamed as that sensation pushed you over the edge as well, your newly painted white walls pulsating on his cock.

Both of you could hardly catch your breath, your orgasms finally fading away. He stayed inside of you for only a minute longer before pulling out. Your body mourned that sensation already. Lucifer fell down next to you in the bed, his demon form receding. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a slow and even pace. He turned towards you and smiled, he tucked some hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face.

“Thank you for that, my angel,” he spoke softly. “You were perfect.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You scooted your body closer to him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Still so warm. “No,” you said, “thank you, Lucifer. That was heavenly…no pun intended!”

He chuckled. “Funny you say that considering where we are, my little duckling.” He grabbed you by the waist and ever so gently placed your body on top of his. He let his wings spread once more, wrapping them and his arms around you in a soft and tender embrace. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

You smile and gave Lucifer one last small peck on the lips before your body collapsed from exhaustion. “I love you more, my king.”

~~~~~

I’m not seeing the pearly gates after this one, lads!!

But please let me know what you think of my very first NSFW fic, I was nervous about writing about something I’m not well versed in 😅

I had fun though and that’s what matters!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Fake dating with hockey player Anakin 😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

Author's note: have no idea if you meant headcanons or fic so im sorry :// also this is also an opportunity for me to ask anyone who want to send a request to be more specific! It helps a lot

You should have said no.

You knew it'd be a disaster when ANAKIN SKYWALKER said, "I need a fake girlfriend."

And you need a freaking bag full of money

The words had barely left his stupid, pretty mouth before you rolled your eyes and continued walking. But, of course, he'd not let you go that easily. He chased after you, hockey bag slung over his shoulder, smelling like cologne and screaming trouble.

"C’mon, bookworm. It’s just for a little while. My ex won’t leave me alone, and Coach says I need to ‘grow up’ and ‘be responsible.’ You’re, like, the most responsible girl I know.”

Your mistake? Stopping to listen.

Your second mistake? Agreeing.

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who sat with you to set the rules;

"Alright, we need some ground rules,” you began, tone serious as you laid your notebook flat on the table.

Anakin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and that signature cocky smirk on his face. "Go ahead, princess. What rules you got in mind?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a second too long. "First off, no unnecessary touching."

He raised an eyebrow, smile widening. "Unnecessary? So what's necessary touching? Hand-holding? Arm around your waist? Kissing?"

Your face heated up instantly, and you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "Only in public, and only when we have to sell it," you replied, writing it down in your notebook, though your hand shook slightly..if your mother would see this, she would instantly deprive you

Anakin chuckled softly, leaning in closer over the table. "Does that mean I get to kiss you whenever people are watching? Maybe slip a hand down to—"

"Rule two!" you cut him off, cheeks flaming as you forced yourself to focus. At least one of you had to be focused "No… suggestive comments."

"Can’t promise that, sweetheart."

You glared at him, though the effect was ruined by how hot your skin felt. "You have to try."

"Fine, fine," Anakin waved it off playfully. Then he leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he took your notebook from your hands, flipping it closed. "My turn for some rules."

You blinked, confused. "Your rules? I thought this was—"

"Rule one," he interrupted "When we’re together, you don’t look at anyone else but me."

You scoffed, trying to sound unaffected, but the possessiveness in his tone made something inside you stir. "And why would I need to look at you all the time?"

His lips curled into a slow smirk as his eyes locked with yours. "Because if we’re selling this, I want people to know you’re mine. Fake or not, you’ll have to act the part."

"Fine. But that goes both ways."

"Of course, princess," he said, winking. "I wouldn’t dream of looking anywhere else."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your composure as he continued. "Rule two: when we’re alone, we still act like we're dating."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Wait, why? No one’s around to see it."

"Because I want you to get used to it," he said, voice low and teasing. "It’ll make things easier in public, right?"

You swallowed hard, trying to form a retort, but the way he was looking at you had your words caught in your throat. The way he said it—like he was daring you to admit just how much he was getting under your skin—made your heart race.

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling your cheeks flush again as you looked away. "Fine. But if you cross any lines, this deal is off."

"I wouldn't dream of it"

He nodded at whatever you've been lecturing him about before he leaned back in his chair with that cocky grin of his. "Agreed. But there’s one thing I won’t agree to—you can’t limit how many times I call you my pretty little girlfriend."

He tapped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm... how about rule three? You have to wear something of mine to class.”

"Wait, what?" You blinked, caught off guard.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "You heard me. Just something simple. A sweatshirt, a jacket—anything. It’ll make the whole thing look more real."

You let out a breath, shaking your head but still writing it down. "Alright, anything else, mister 'I’m perfect’?"

He chuckled, leaning forward now, arms on the table “Oh, I’ve got one more. You have to come to my games. Obvious, right?”

You raised an eyebrow but wrote it down anyway, handing the paper to him with a sigh. “Sign it.”

He scanned over the rules with exaggerated care for someone like him, then grabbed the pen and signed it with a flourish. "With pleasure, pretty girl."

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who walked you to another class;

Ball rang and you stepped out of your classroom, only to lock eyes with the devil himself. Anakin stood a few feet away, surrounded by his friends from the hockey team. When your eyes locked, a smirk tugged at his lips before he excused himself from the group and made his way towards you.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, heart pounding at the sight of him.

He gave you a charming smile, hand quickly finding its way to the small of your back as he leaned in close "I’m here to walk you to your next class, of course."

You stiffened at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t seem to notice, of care, as he led you through the bustling hallway. His hand slid even lower, brushing your pocket, before coming dangerously close to your ass. "What are you doing?" You hissed, voice barely carrying an edge of irritation.

His hand didn’t move though, instead it pressed against you as if to make a point, before sliding in fully to your pocket..on your ass.. His voice got lower, just for you to hear. "I’m just doing my part to sell it, pretty girl. Can’t have everyone think I’m not totally smitten with my girlfriend, can we?"

He glanced around, clearly taking pleasure in the stares from other students. "See? They’re all watching us."

"I don't like that," voice tense but a little breathless from the mix of discomfort and... something else you refused to acknowledge

He grinned again, sensing your unease, and leaned in closer, his hand giving your ass a tiny, teasing squeeze. "Come on, loosen up. You’ve got to act like you enjoy it when I touch you if we’re gonna make this look real." His tone softened for a moment as his gaze met yours. "Where’s your class? Can’t walk around aimlessly with you."

"Chemistry... second floor." You said, words escaping your lips almost automatically as youso desperately tried to focus on something else to keep your composure.

Anakin nodded, still trailing behind you, large hand slipping down a little further, lingering just below your waist as he gave your bum a subtle pat. His words came out smoothly, as if this was just another normal conversation between a boyfriend and his girlfriend. "Looks like we’re headed to the second floor then, sweetheart." then he continued "So, how were classes today? Anything exciting? Any tests?"

"It was okay..." You muttered, wanting the conversation to be over.

He chuckled, clearly not buying it. The grip on your hip only tightened as he pulled you closer, breath warm against your ear. "Just ‘okay’? C’mon, at least one thing had to be interesting." His hand gave your ass a firmer squeeze, body pressing up against yours as you both moved up the stairs.

"Anakin, the PDA, remember?" You whispered, trying to pull away just a little.

He smirked, eyes scanning the hall to make sure no one was paying too much attention. When he didn’t spot anyone, he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I’m just keeping up our cover, baby. Can’t have anyone thinking you don’t like my touch, now, can we?" voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"I want to stab you." You muttered

He laughed "Now now, let’s not get too violent. It’s not very ‘girlfriend-like’ to be plotting to stab your boyfriend, is it?" He teased, amusement screaming from his eyes

You furrowed your brows, about to fire back a retort when Anakin closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a swift kiss before pulling away. His hand gave your ass one final squeeze, smirk never leaving his face as he whispered. "See you after class, pretty girl." And even when he left, you swore you could still feel his touch on your body..and it definitely did not help you treat this as a normal «fake dating» thing

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN whose eyes made you feral - the way he looked down at you, a little too possessive, a little too protective, a little just too much for your liking. Gaze didn't leave you for a second while you would speak, eyes would soften, be so hypnotized/captivated by you, you caught yourself thinking if he was really pretending

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who shamelessly grabbed your hand in front of his teammates..which obviously was flustering for you but weird for his friends, cause since when THE Anakin Skywalker dated some random?

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN who brought you to parties;

You should have stayed at home.

The party was loud, sweaty, too overwhelming— simply and shortly, not your scene at all. But Anakin had looked at you with those stupid, stupid big blue eyes and said, «I need you there, bookworm. Just one night. It's in the deal, remember?»

So you were standing in the middle of someone's packed house, hugging a solo cup to your chest, while Anakin—the guy you’re fake dating for reasons you’re still not sure of—was locked in an intense stare-down with his ex.

Padmé Amidala. The school’s golden girl. The one everyone thought Anakin would marry someday.

And maybe that's why your stomach curled in a way you couldn't process right now. The idea of competition, the thought of the real reason you were kind of stuck to fake-dating Anakin hit you like a wall.. He was doing it for her. To win her back, in this weird, so-anakin-like way..

Suddenly, before you can contemplate further, Anakin’s turning to you, hands finding your waist. Breath is warm against your ear when he leaned down.

"Kiss me."

Your brain short-circuits. What?

"What?" you echoed dumbly. The music was too loud, the bass feeling like it shook the floor. It all mixed with your beating rapidly heart in the perfect rhythm

"Kiss me," Anakin repeated, voice lower, rougher. His eyes are still trained on Padmé across the room, but his fingers squeezed your waist just enough to make your stomach do a flip.

Twice.

You didn't even have enough time to think properly

Because Anakin cupped your face and crashed his lips with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, a little desperate. His tongue slide against yours, and your knees literally went weak. None ever kissed you this way..none kissed you in general with such..passion.. precision, as if he was too skilled in this matter

His hands tightened on your waist after he deepened the kiss, pressing you back against the nearest wall as if the idea of any space between you frustrated him.

You're gone. Done. Wrecked. Destroyed. Out of any power.

When he finally pulled away, with those pink lips glistening, being swollen, sinful, tempting, even. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping away the evidence of what he just did.

You stared at him dazedly

"Too stunned to speak, kitty cat?" Anakin smirked breathlessly

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[hisfavegirl]

Hey girl, I love your HOTD reactions sm! What about like how they would react if you did a VS or Skims collab for a Valentine’s day set or something??

HOTD Characters Reaction To Your Campaign With Skims

Aegon was in the middle of scrolling through his phone, lazily lounging on the couch when his screen suddenly froze.

The SKIMS Valentine’s Day campaign.

Your face. Your body. Draped in lingerie so sheer it might as well be a second skin. Red silk, lace, curves accentuated perfectly—a vision of absolute sin. The shot that made his blood boil the most?

You, on a plush pink bed, biting your lip, fingers tangled in your hair—wearing nothing but a dangerously tiny bra and lace garters. The caption?

“Indulge yourself this Valentine’s Day. ❤️ #SKIMSLove”

The likes and comments were flooding in, men thirsting over you in real-time:

“THIS is what I want for Valentine’s Day.”

“Bro, she’s actually unreal.”

“Forget flowers, I’m sending divorce papers to my wife.”

“I just know her man is LOSING HIS MIND.”

Yeah. He was.

Aegon shot up, phone clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His jaw? Tight. His eyes? Dark. His entire body radiated possessiveness, his breath coming out in ragged bursts.

His first instinct? Call you. Right. Now. But then he thought—No. No, you fucking knew what you were doing. Posting this without telling him? Letting the entire world drool over you while he was just supposed to sit there and take it?

His next move? Damage control.

The internet absolutely lost its mind.

The moment Aegon dropped the video on his Instagram story, everything went insane.

The clip was short but devastating—you, bent over his bed, skin flushed, your bare back marked with his claim, trembling, moaning his name like a prayer, wrecked beyond comprehension. Aegon’s hand came into view, gripping your waist, his voice low and smug, whispering,

“Didn’t think I’d let that SKIMS stunt slide, did you, baby?”

The internet? BROKE.

Twitter/X Exploded:

“THIS MAN JUST ENDED THE ENTIRE MALE POPULATION WTF”

“Aegon Targaryen is the pettiest, most unhinged man alive and I respect it.”

“She posted SKIMS, he posted HER. This is WAR.”

“HOW is this allowed on Instagram? WHO reported it? WHOEVER YOU ARE, WE FIGHT AT DAWN.”

“Bro turned Valentine’s Day into a public execution.”

Instagram Comments on His Last Post:

“Sir. Some of us are SINGLE.”

“That’s it. I’m deleting my boyfriend.”

“Y’all seeing her LEGS SHAKING??? Nah this man is different.”

“I’m not okay. I will never be okay.”

“We were thirsting over her SKIMS shoot and Aegon said ‘bet.’”

TikTok Reactions:

POV edits of Aegon with captions like “When your man reminds the world who you belong to 😵‍💫🔥”

Audio clips of “I want what they have” over slow-mo replays of the video

Girls fake crying into the camera with captions like “Me realizing I’ll never be this girl”

Reddit Threads:

r/popculturegossip

“Aegon Targaryen just HARD LAUNCHED his revenge arc, and I’ve never felt so single.”

“This is the most unhinged flex of all time, and I need therapy.”

“So we all agree he’s the pettiest man alive, right?"

Instagram eventually took the video down—but it was too late. Screenshots, edits, and memes had already flooded the internet. Aegon had won the war, and the internet was never recovering.

The second Aemond saw the photos—you, draped in delicate lace, barely covered, staring into the camera with that knowing, sultry look—his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.

His phone nearly cracked in his grip as he scrolled through the thousands of comments under the post:

“Mother is mothering.”

“Aemond is officially the luckiest man alive.”

“The male species has been defeated. We are but peasants.”

“You’re telling me this woman goes home to HIM??? Jail.”

A deep, dark chuckle left his lips—but it wasn’t amusement. It was pure, seething possession.

His eye twitched, his breathing heavy as he saw the likes flooding in—from men. From verified blue checks. From random nobodies who had no business looking at you like that.

“The fuck is this, darling?” His voice was deadly calm, but the way he stalked toward you, phone in hand, told you everything.

“A campaign.” You blinked at him, innocent. “For SKIMS.”

“A fucking campaign?” He scoffed, throwing his phone onto the table as he cornered you. “So that’s what we’re doing now? Letting every goddamn man on the internet see what’s MINE?”

He was pissed. Jealous. Possessive. His fingers traced up your arm, then gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to him.

“Tell me, did you enjoy it?” His voice dropped lower, dangerously soft. “Did you like having them all drooling over you?”

His eye burned into you, jaw tight as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Because now you’re going to remind them who you belong to.”

Aemond never lost control—but tonight? You were in for it.

The second Aemond posted the video, the internet broke.

It wasn’t just a thirst trap. It was a declaration. A warning. A final nail in the coffin for every man who thought they had a chance.

The clip was grainy, filmed through the dim light of his bedroom—his signature aesthetic. You were wrecked on his bed, wrists bound, body shaking, barely able to form a word except his name—moaned like a prayer, like a confession.

And Aemond? His signature smirk could be heard in his voice when he murmured:

“This is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”

Instagram Exploded :

“IS THIS EVEN ALLOWED???”

“So we’re just posting full-course MEALS now????”

“The way she’s literally trembling… yeah, I lost.”

"‘This is what happens when you forget who you belong to’ BRO CAN WE BREATHE???”

“The SKIMS campaign was for US. This? This was for HIM.”

“Aemond said, ‘You wanna model lingerie? Fine. Now model MY BED.’”

“The way she’s just a mess for him… If my man doesn’t love me like this, I DON’T WANT IT.”

Within minutes, Twitter (X) was on fire.

#AemondTargaryen

#SheBelongsToHim

#TiedUpForAemond

#OneEyedKing

Trending. Everywhere.

TWITTER/X MELTDOWN:

“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM HER SKIMS SHOOT AND NOW THIS????”

“This man really said ‘revenge’ and ENDED US ALL.”

"Aemond Targaryen is a MENACE. I hate him. (I’m lying. I love him.)”

“THIS IS THE MOST POSSESSIVE, FILTHY, UNHINGED, HOTTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. HELP ME.”

TIKTOK COMMENTS UNDER THE VIDEO:

Pinned by Aemond Targaryen : “Revenge is sweet, baby."

“My FBI agent just logged out. This is TOO MUCH.”

“This is NOT just a revenge post—THIS IS A WARNING.”

“Imagine posting a SKIMS campaign and your man drops THIS as a response… She WINS.”

“Her Skims photos were for US. Aemond’s revenge was for HIM.”

Meanwhile, Aemond? He just sat back, smirking at his phone as he watched the world come to terms with what they already knew.

You were his. And there was no escaping it.

Jace never had an issue with you modeling. Until now.

He was in a meeting when his phone started blowing up. At first, he ignored it—until Aegon sent him a link with nothing but:

“LMAO. You good, bro?”

Frowning, Jace clicked.

And there you were.

Draped in red lace. Skin glowing. Eyes hooded. Posing in a way that had every man on the planet foaming at the mouth. The SKIMS Valentine’s campaign had dropped, and you were the star.

The moment he saw the lingerie—saw the way your body looked in it—his jaw locked so tight it could crack.

And then he saw the comments.

“I just KNOW Jace is punching the air rn.”

“She’s too fine. If he won’t wife her, I WILL.”

“Jace, be so serious… How does it feel to lose?”

“Why does she look single in these photos???”

“Jace, if you fumble, I’m RIGHT HERE.”

The moment the meeting ended, Jace stormed out of the office, grabbing his phone and calling you immediately.

You picked up, cheerful—which only pissed him off more.

“You having fun?” His voice was low, dangerous.

You giggled. “Jacey, baby, did you see the campaign?”

“Oh, I saw it. So did the rest of the fucking world.”

You hummed, unbothered. “And?”

Jace ran a hand through his curls, breathing hard. He could see the photos in his mind—how every man was lusting over you.

His girl.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

“And,” he growled, “you better be home when I get there.”

“Why?” you teased, voice all sweetness and sin.

Jace let out a dark chuckle. “So I can remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

One minute, people were thirsting over your SKIMS campaign, and the next?

Jace dropped a bomb.

A video.

A very explicit video.

You, bare, ruined, trembling on his bed. Voice completely gone. Every breath ragged. Body shaking violently. Jace’s hand on your ass, smacking every time you tried to move away. His voice? Dark. Dangerous. Possessive.

“Was it worth it, baby? Hm? Letting the whole world see you like that? Look at you now—can’t even talk, can’t even move. Next time you wanna tease me, remember who the fuck you belong to.”

And his caption? Head Shot.

“Since y’all were so thirsty for her SKIMS campaign, here’s what happened after. Enjoy.”

Instagram Comments :

“JACE, WTF IS THIS? I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“He saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘bet.’”

“NAH, THIS IS BIBLICAL. HER VOICE? GONE. BODY? FINISHED. JACE?? LAUGHING IN HER EAR?”

“This man took it PERSONAL LMFAO.”

“I ain’t never seen a man HUMBLED this fast 😭”

“THE WAY HE’S WHISPERING TO HER AND HIS HAND?? Y’ALL. I NEED HOLY WATER.”

“Her body shaking and his palm smacking down… Yeah. Yeah. That’s a man.”

“Jace saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘MY GIRL. MINE.’”

“You just KNOW he was PISSED when he saw those lingerie pics 😭.”

“She went from SKIMS model to Jace’s favorite meal real fast.”

“THE WHOLE VIDEO IS JUST HIM RUINING HER LIFE AND HER LETTING HIM 😭.”

“I need everyone involved in this video ARRESTED.”

“Bro uploaded this like a warning. Like, ‘you thought you were single in those photos? Here’s your reminder.’”

“HE REALLY POSTED THIS AS REVENGE FOR SKIMS. THIS IS A POWER MOVE.”



TWITTER REACTIONS : Trending Topics:

#JaceVelaryon

#JusticeForHerVoice

#SKIMSRevenge

#IsSheAlive??

Comments :

“Jace is actually insane for posting this. HER BODY IS SHAKING. HER VOICE IS GONE. AND HE’S JUST THERE, WHISPERING AND LAUGHING??? HELLO???”

“You KNOW he was mad about SKIMS cause why is this video a whole RESPONSE??? 😭”

“If my man doesn’t ruin me like this after I piss him off, I don’t want him.”

“Jace: ‘You wanna do a lingerie campaign and let men thirst over you? Cool. But they’re gonna watch you break for ME.’”

“Jace really saw those SKIMS pics, picked up his phone, and said: ‘hold my beer.’”

“THAT MAN POSTED A WHOLE MOVIE. AMAZON PRIME COULD NEVER."

TIKTOK REACTIONS: Viral TikTok Caption

“POV: Jace Velaryon took his SKIMS revenge to another level and now we’re all screaming, crying, throwing up.”

Sound: Cardi B screaming “WHAT WAS THE REASON?!”

“Y’all, Jace didn’t just claim his girl. He PLANTED HIS FLAG.”

“Her legs shaking and him laughing about it…? Yeah. I need therapy.”

“Jace’s hand on her ass, the way she arched, the way he smacked down??? I HAVE NEVER KNOWN PEACE.”

FINAL VERDICT:

The internet is absolutely UNWELL. Jace won. You? Finished. The SKIMS campaign? Irrelevant.

The moment Daemon sees the SKIMS campaign, his entire demeanor shifts. He had been lounging in his office, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone—until your face, your body, wrapped in delicate lace, fills his screen. His jaw clenches, his grip on the phone tightening as he watches you pose effortlessly, seductive and stunning, every inch of you made to be worshipped.

And so were the thousands of comments under the post.

“She’s an angel AND a sin. How is that fair?”

“I need her. No, actually, I’ll die without her.”

“Whoever her man is, I hope he knows he lost her to the world today.”

Daemon lets out a dark chuckle, but there’s nothing amused about it. His blood is boiling, his possessiveness clawing at his insides. Lost you to the world? They had no idea who they were talking about.

With a sharp inhale, he slams his phone down on the desk and gets up, pacing the room. His mind races. He knows you love teasing him, knows you like pushing boundaries—but this? This was a direct challenge. A test. And Daemon Targaryen does not lose.

Grabbing his car keys, he heads straight for you. No calls. No texts. You knew what you had done. Now? Now, you’d deal with the consequences.

The internet exploded within minutes of Daemon’s post.

No caption. No explanation. Just you, completely wrecked—your expression dazed, mouth parted as soft whimpers left your lips. His hand cradled your face, slapping your cheek with a teasing, mocking rhythm. And though his other hand wasn’t in frame, the wetness sounds that filled the video left no room for imagination.

Twitter/X:

“WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH???”

“Daemon just said ‘she’s MINE’ without saying a single damn word.”

“This man saw the SKIMS shoot and said ‘bet’ 😭”

“HELP ME I CAN’T BREATHE WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SOUNDS???”

Instagram Comments:

“Okay but the way she looks at him?? That’s not just lust, that’s ruin.”

“He posted this just to remind everyone he owns her and honestly? It worked.”

“WHO ALLOWED THIS TO BE ON MY FEED??? I have work in the morning.”

“I feel like I just saw something I shouldn’t have… and yet I can’t stop watching.”

TikTok Reactions:

Edits of the SKIMS shoot transitioning to Daemon’s video with captions like:

“She teased him, and he answered.”

“SKIMS said ‘sexy’—Daemon said ‘MINE’.”

Compilation of reactions to the sound alone, with people throwing their phones across the room or covering their faces in shock.

Reddit Threads:

“Daemon Targaryen just changed the internet forever.”

“The SKIMS campaign was a declaration. Daemon’s video? A WAR CRIME.”

“How do we recover from this? WE DON’T.”

While some were losing their minds over the intensity, others were spiraling at the undeniable claim staked in that video. Daemon wanted the world to know—you were his, and no amount of cameras or campaigns would ever change that.

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Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for letting me using your dividers ❤️‍🩹

[oscar-isaacx]

Stop messing with my head like this. I don't like it 😵‍💫

[urno1luv]

love ur works!! could u write abt ceo g!p nayeon being possessive with secretary reader and gets jealous whenever she sees someone “flirting with her” and proceeds to claim and corrupt reader :) 😵‍💫😵‍💫

summary: nayeon helps you understand how jealous you make her by (kinda) confessing to you then eating you out in her office 🍒 for valentines today 💝

Working as CEO Im Nayeon’s secretary was a privilege—at least, that’s what everyone in the company told you. She was powerful, brilliant, and effortlessly charming, a woman who had the entire business world wrapped around her finger. You admired her work ethic, the way she carried herself with unwavering confidence, how her mere presence could command an entire boardroom. But what you didn’t notice—what you had been blind to this entire time—was how possessive she was when it came to you.

At first, it was subtle. Nayeon had always been particular about who you interacted with, but you chalked it up to her wanting to keep her inner circle small. Whenever a colleague lingered too long by your desk, she would find an excuse to summon you to her office. Whenever a client complimented your work a little too enthusiastically, she would dismiss them with a tight-lipped smile, her nails tapping impatiently against her desk. You never questioned it. To you, she was just being her usual, exacting self. It never crossed your mind that her behavior only ever surfaced when you were involved.

Then, the possessiveness became more obvious. One afternoon, as you sat at your desk typing up reports, a junior executive approached you with an easy smile. He leaned against your desk, far too close, and offered, "Hey, you’ve been working hard. How about a coffee break? My treat." His voice was warm, friendly, but before you could even register the offer, a chilling presence cast a shadow over the interaction.

Nayeon stood there, her expression unreadable, though the sharpness in her eyes told an entirely different story. "Y/n is busy," she stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

The executive, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled nervously. "Oh, I was just—"

"Did I ask?" she interrupted smoothly, her voice deceptively sweet.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, but I don’t have any meetings—"

"You do now," she cut in without missing a beat. "In my office. Immediately."

Your mouth opened to protest, but the steely glint in her gaze made you swallow your words. You quickly grabbed your notepad and scurried after her, still not understanding what had just happened. As soon as the office door shut behind you, she sighed, rubbing her temples as if exhausted by the ordeal.

"Why do you always let people talk to you like that?" she muttered, leaning against her desk.

You blinked at her, tilting your head in confusion. "Like what? He just asked me for coffee—"

"And that’s exactly the problem," she snapped, standing abruptly and walking around her desk until she was in front of you. "You don’t even notice when people are trying to steal you away from me."

Your heart stuttered at her words. "Steal me? Nayeon, that’s ridiculous. No one’s—"

Before you could finish, she placed her hands on either side of your chair, effectively trapping you in. The proximity made your breath hitch. Her eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, and for the first time, something about her intensity made your stomach twist in an unfamiliar way.

"I don’t like it when other people get too close to you," she murmured, her voice softer now, but no less firm. "You belong to me, Y/n. You know that, don’t you?"

The weight of her words settled over you, but you still didn’t quite grasp the depth of what she was saying. Your throat went dry. "I—I understand…?" you answered hesitantly, unsure of what she wanted to hear.

A small smirk tugged at her lips, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a barely-there caress. "Good," she murmured, as if pleased by your response. She lingered there, her touch light yet possessive, before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "From now on, if anyone asks you out, tell them you’re already taken."

You frowned, blinking up at her. "But I’m not dating anyone—"

She leaned in even closer, her lips nearly brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You are now."

Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could process what she meant, she finally pulled back, a satisfied glint in her eyes. At that moment, something clicked—something you had been too naïve to notice before. This wasn’t just about work. This wasn’t just about professionalism. Nayeon had already claimed you long before you had even realized it.

The air in CEO Im Nayeon’s office was tense, though you couldn’t quite understand why. You sat at your usual spot, organizing reports while she skimmed through documents at her desk. The silence between you wasn’t unusual, but something about today felt… off. Ever since the incident with the junior executive the day before, Nayeon had been watching you even more closely. Every time you so much as greeted someone in the hallway, her gaze would darken, her lips pressing into a thin line.

But you thought nothing of it. You had no reason to.

Until now.

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet atmosphere, and before you could even rise from your chair, the door opened, revealing none other than the same junior executive from before, Seungmin. He looked hesitant, as if he already knew he was walking into dangerous territory but had chosen to step forward anyway.

"Good morning, CEO Im," he greeted politely before turning his attention to you. "Y/n, I just wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable yesterday. That wasn’t my intention."

You blinked in surprise. "Oh! No, you didn’t. I—"

"You did," Nayeon interrupted, setting her pen down with a sharp click against the glass table. Her expression was unreadable, but her tone was laced with clear warning. "And now, you’re interrupting her work."

Seungmin hesitated but forced a polite smile. "I just wanted to clear the air. I didn’t mean to overstep."

"You did," she repeated, this time pushing back her chair and rising gracefully to her feet. Slowly, she made her way around her desk, her presence exuding dominance as she approached where you sat. "But it seems you still don’t get it."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Nayeon, he was just—"

Before you could finish, Nayeon turned toward you and, in one swift, deliberate motion, cupped your face between her hands and pressed her lips against yours.

Your mind blanked.

Her lips were soft yet firm, a silent declaration rather than a fleeting touch. The warmth of her hands against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and the sheer confidence in the way she kissed you left no room for doubt—this wasn’t just an impulse. This was intentional.

Your breath hitched as she pulled away, her fingers lingering on your jaw as she tilted your face up to meet her gaze. The smug smirk tugging at her lips sent your heart into overdrive. "Do you understand now?" she murmured, her voice so quiet yet deafening in the intimate space between you.

It wasn’t until Seungmin let out an awkward cough that reality crashed down on you. You quickly turned your head, face burning, only to find him standing there frozen, mouth slightly agape. He looked thoroughly uncomfortable—partially because he had just witnessed the CEO kiss you in broad daylight, but mostly because the message was crystal clear.

"I—I should get going," he stammered, stepping back toward the door. "Again, my apologies."

Nayeon barely spared him a glance. "There won’t be a next time," she said dismissively, watching as he practically bolted out of the room. Only when the door clicked shut did she finally return her attention to you.

You were still in a daze, staring at her with wide eyes. "You… you kissed me."

Her smirk widened. "Of course, I did." She brushed her thumb over your lips, her touch lingering. "How else was I supposed to make sure everyone knows you're mine?"

Your heartbeat was erratic, your mind struggling to keep up. "But—"

"No buts." Her expression softened slightly, though the possessiveness in her eyes never wavered. "I told you, Y/n. You belong to me."

You weren’t sure what was more overwhelming—the fact that she had just kissed you in front of a colleague, or the way she said it with such certainty, as if it had always been a fact rather than a new revelation.

And as she leaned in once more, lips ghosting over yours in silent promise, you realized one thing: whether you fully understood it or not, Nayeon had no intentions of letting you go. Not now. Not ever.

The kiss deepened, her tongue slipping into your mouth, as your cheeks reddened. You knew she had a soft spot for you, but you didn't know that she held so much... passion.

She pushed you onto her desk, standing between your legs, as her kisses trailed further and further down. You reciprocated her touches, your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to you. Nayeon hummed in satisfaction, and her hands sneakily groped your ass, sighing at the moan you let out.

She pushed her paperwork out of the way and laid you down, her lips immediately reconnecting with your body, unbuttoning your blouse while kissing the exposed skin, before she pulled your pencil skirt up, and what graced her eyes was a beautiful sight of your red lace panties. "It's almost like you knew i was going to fuck you, huh. You dirty girl."

She ripped off your panties and shoved her nose into your cunt, the fragrant, musky aroma welcoming her. You whimpered, feeling embarrassed as you could feel yourself leaking onto her face. Nayeon lazily lapped up your wetness, before delving deeper into you, suckling at your bundle of nerves. The sensations removed any sense of nervousness from you, as you pushed her head into you, biting your tongue in a fevour. Nayeon took that as an invitation to completely let go, her tongue working in a quick and effective way, as you could feel yourself reaching your orgasm already.

One more flick is all it takes for you to come undone. The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps, white flooding your vision, the entire room going silent for a moment, and then you came all over on your CEO's face. Nayeon didn’t let up straight away, instead she encouraged a few more spurts from your pussy until you blacked out on her desk. This will be an experience that you would both remember for a long while 🍒

[bizarrescribblez]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM ME AND MY 8 DUMB DUMBS!!! 🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷

Figured it was finally time for me to do a redraw of the sonic + army of amys picture, even though I’m super late to it!! 😵‍💫 AND WHAT BETTER TIME TO DO IT THAN ON THE DAY OF LOVE!! Nothing says love like getting attention from your boys hehehe >u< ~ 💜

[d3m0nt0s0m3]

“God look at you, boys like you were made for this”

And that would be my 1st nut of the night right there 😵‍💫

I need a group of friends who live together to keep me as their boy

Current fantasy is I’m playing pool with some trucker guys in a sketchy country bar and they keep making comments about me being a prettyboy or how short I am. Eventually I get fed up and tell them to shut their mouths, but that only gets them riled up. Soon they’re toying with me and shoving me around, I try to fight back but two men hold me down while the other big hairy men taunt and grope me. One of the men pull down my jeans and laugh at the sight

“Aww look at that, he’s got a nice wet cunt and a cute lil cock” the other men start whistling and touching-

I curse and yell at them to stop but a man grabs my jaw and shoves his fingers down my throat to gag me

“That oughta shut you up boy, get him on his knees”

One man holds my arms behind my back while another tugs my hair, the man removes his fingers and takes his cock out, he shoves it down me throat and the man holding my hair begins forcefully bobbing my head, he cums down my throat and removes his cock.

“God look at you, boys like you were made for this”

My eyes are teary and I’m begging them to stop, I can’t take it.

Jeering and rubbing their hard cocks they hoist me up to my feet and bend me over the pool table, a different man with the largest and girthiest cock of them all starts forcing himself inside me

“God you’re a sick kid aren’t you? You’re little boycunts all wet from getting used by real men”

He pushes the tip in and I whine out for him to stop again but he keeps going, by the time he’s all the way in I can barely form cohesive words, and when he starts slamming in and out, I can’t help but whimper and cry

“God your tight,, cmon, take it like a man”

[fanficfox]

Jschlatt P🌽⭐️ Links Pt2 🥰💦

REAL PORN 18+‼️⚠️HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!💘

1✨- denying schlatt an orgasm. he loves to get you overstimulated to the point where you can’t see straight or think properly and when you can’t hold it anymore, he makes you wait….but tonight you getting your own pay back. watching him squirm and whine under you while begging to let him cum gives you that rush of power that you know schlatt gets when he does this to you…it’s so addicting maybe you should dominate more often….

2❤️- schlatt loves girls in skirts or dresses. he loves the way you look when you are wearing a pretty little skirt when he takes you out. he can’t help but show you off a little and maybe just maybe when your not looking sneak a glimpse of what’s up your skirt. he can’t wait to take you home and lift up that skirt and fuck you senseless. to his surprise though, you knew this was gonna happen. so you didn’t wear any panties.

3💦- schlatt will cum anywhere. but his favorite place is your face. epically after he just got done face fucking you for acting like a brat and talking back. he has you pinned to the bed, abusing your throat when your tongue does that one thing that sends him over the edge. he quickly pulls out of your mouth groaning loudly as his warm cum spews from his cock and onto your face…getting it all over and messing up your makeup (if your wearing any) then after he cums he puts it back into your mouth starting up again.

4👅 & 5😋- schlatt is a MUNCH! he loves to eat pussy. epically if you had a bad day at work. you come home frustrated and slightly hurt from a stressful day at work and he asks you what he can do to make you feel better. you look at him with a smirk and telling eyes and he knows exactly what to do. next think you know, you’re arching your back and curling your toes moaning as schlatt’s eats you out. all the stress and frustration melts away as you give into the ecstasy you are feeling. your eyes are closed and you have a smile on your face. you give him sweet and encouraging praises to motivate him to keep going. but he’s not gonna stop until your absolutely satisfied…

6💪🏻- schlatt is so much bigger then you. he likes to remind you that he’s 6’3 and 250 pounds not just by telling you but by showing you too. when he’s feeling really dominant and powerful, he’ll push all his weight into you with every thrust making it feel like the wind is being knocked out of you. your moans are strained and your knuckles are white from gripping the bed sheets so tightly. his whole body envelops yours as a protective shield. he likes you like this. he likes making you feel small, like he has to protect you. he looks down at the moaning mess he has created and gives your forehead a kiss then smiles. he feels a sense of of possessiveness, protection and power

7😵‍💫- throat training. you haven’t deep throated before. been too scared it will hurt or fuck up your throat. schlatt was ok with taking it slow and letting you do what you can handle but he knows you can take it deeper and harder. so he’s been making you practice taking him deeper in your throat. he goes slow the first few days just taking it little by little. he knows he has a pretty big and thick cock, so he’s not gonna rush into anything out of the fear of making you uncomfortable and hurting you. but after a week you start getting better and more comfortable so he starts to step it up a notch. he starts to be a little more rough and faster. soon enough you get the hang of it and you can take his entire length down your throat. he’s so proud of you. he praises you as he watches your throat burgle with his cock.

8🥰- aftercare….aftercare is really important to you and schlatt. it doesn’t matter what type of sex you both just had he always needs a moment to cuddle with you and hold you close. as he holds you he strokes your hair out of your face. he kisses your forehead and peppers your face in kisses. he rubs you back gently in a comforting motion but can help but grab at your ass giving it a firm squeeze or a soft pat. he tells you how great you did and how much he loves you, loves being with you, holding you, protecting you etc. after just laying there for a few moments he finally gets up. sometimes he’ll go for a cigarette because he always has to have one after sex. or if you both just had some really intense messy sex he take you into the bathroom and you’ll both get a shower to clean up.



[concreteangel92]

I am, if you give me a bit more detail then I’ll let you know

Well I'm embarrassed to ask but I need one where the reader hates her body and Noah hadsher perform 🫠 in front of mirror so she watch the pretty mess she makes of herself. Noah falls in deeper love with her but the ex comes back and tries to steal her away(vinny from MIW)

Long story short I need a “you're not leaving me” obsessive Noah and a “she's mine” obsessive Vinny😵‍💫 sorry I am scattered

Noah Sebastian x female reader (x Vinny from MIW)

18+

Warnings: talks of hating your body, fingering in front of a mirror, choking, smut, obsessive behaviour, dom/sub relationship, slight hair pulling, biting/marking

I’m so sorry this is so late!! This request was sent back in October! Honestly I just wasn’t sure how to write it for ages and kept leaving it for another day and was even tempted to not do it at all but I decided to change the story ever so slightly and I found some more inspiration to write it, Vinny is only mentioned in this and isn’t actually in the story itself. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted but I tried my best 🫣

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Your head was thrown back against Noah’s shoulder as you sat in front of him on the edge of the bed with your legs wide open and his fingers knuckle deep inside you.

“Eyes on you baby, I won’t tell you again”

Noah once again reminded you to watch your reflection in the mirror directly opposite.

He’d caught you looking at your body in the mirror as you’d been getting changed, he’d seen the sad look on your face, how you were over analysing every imperfection you saw within yourself and his heart broke. How could you not see how beautiful you were.

And now here you both were, Noah making you watch as he whispers all the dirty praise in your ears while working your body like a violin.

“Look at you…you’re so perfect, I don’t know how you can’t see it”

You struggled to look in the mirror but forced your gaze to stay ahead, watching as his fingers were thrusting in and out of you while his other hand was holding you around the middle or wandering up to your chest to play with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he kissed the back of your shoulders.

You whimpered out his name as a gasp as his fingers suddenly pulled out and then spread your lips apart so you could see your own juices all over your lips and inner thighs.

“Look angel, look how messy you are for me…can you feel what that does to me?”

You could. You could feel how hard he was pressed up against your lower back.

“You’re beautiful, you’re so fucking perfect and I don’t ever want you to think otherwise”

You groaned loudly and your head went to rest back until you felt his free hand in your hair righting you up again as he gripped you by the roots firmly.

“Ah, ah, ah”

His fingers were working you faster, his palm grinding against your clit beautifully with each thrust and you could feel your high building extremely quickly as you moaned in his arms.

“Mmm Noah….”

You heard him hum in response but he didn’t say anything, you felt his mouth ghosting over the skin of your neck and ear.

Your lower stomach was starting to twist itself up as your body started to shake on its own accord, signalling you were getting closer.

“There was a reason I’d come up here in the first place though angel….you left your phone out on the sofa”

Your brain kicked in slightly to listen to his words, Noah not once stopping his movements.

“And guess who was calling and just happened to send a text that I could see….”

His fingers had slowed down ever so slightly, as if to prolong this, causing you to whine in frustration.

His grip in your hair tightened.

“Vinny was trying to get hold of you again”

Your eyes shot to meet his in the mirror, seeing a dark glare across his features as he mentioned your exes name.

“Wha..”

“We need to talk. I want you back.”

You and Vinny had been broken up for a year now but in the last few weeks he’d been trying to get back in touch again and was trying to win you back…. conveniently after the fans had found out about you and Noah after you’d been caught hugging and kissing on camera together backstage at one of his shows and it had blown up everywhere within the fandom.

Noah pulled your head to the side slightly to expose more of your skin to him.

“That’s the first line I was able to read. You can imagine I wasn’t very impressed baby…”

You went to say something but your words suddenly lost in your throat as his hand sped up and his teeth were suddenly biting harshly into the flesh on your neck causing you to cry out as the sharp pain mixed in beautifully with the pleasure he was giving you.

“Oh fuck….”

You felt his teeth digging in, no doubt it would leave a very dark bruise in its wake for the whole world to see, something you knew was his intention.

Your thighs had started to tremble, your body was wound so tightly, you needed to cum so badly and knowing Noah was marking you was pushing you towards the edge.

He pulled away and his hand that was in your hair came down to wrap around your throat.

“Who do you belong to baby?”

You felt your breath being restricted slightly making your head feel light and dizzy.

“You….fuck….I belong to you Noah”

You were so close, you could practically taste it.

Noah smirked at your reflection.

“That’s right angel, you belong to me and only me. You’re not going to cover that up you hear me? Leave it on show for me”

His words mixed with his fingers curling up inside and his palm grinding against your core sent you over the edge with a loud cry, you eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered violently in his arms and he held you tightly against him while he talked you through it.

“That’s my good girl, you look so fucking perfect making a mess over my hand like that…now on your hands and knees for me, let’s show you how fucking beautiful you look when you get all cock drunk for me”

[infinetlyforgotten]

Torn between pushing him onto the bed or having him grip onto my jaw/throat like that 😵‍💫🥵

Loser, loner A coward who pretends to be tough A mean delinquent In the mirror, you’re Just a loser A loner, a jackass covered in scars Dirty trash