#PLEASE LET ME BE FRIENDS WITH THEM I BEG OF YOU

[pippinoftheshire]

sweet supporting character:

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

if tumblr loves anything, it's bitches who are doomed by the narrative. in this uquiz, find out what role are you in the tragic play?

[y2kstarr]

gimme attention - c. sturniolo

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : thigh fucking, needy sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy

"C'monnn ma," Chris whined whilst snuggled up against you, his chin resting on your tummy as his arms were wrapped around your frame, his big blue puppy eyes coming into effect, only to be trifled by your attention rather catered to your phone that to him. "Pay attention to me, please??"

But you just kept looking at your phone, scrolling through your feed instead of paying him any mind. Was it petty? Yeah. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he should've thought better before bragging to his friends that he was nothing less than some godlike dom in bed and had you, quote unquote "begging till your makeup ran down your cheeks in pretty tears."

He wasn't... wrong, to some extent. He was damn good in bed when you let him take over, but in no way did those few times warrant you getting reduced to some cliché whore from a porno in a conversation with his friends... ok maybe a little too far, but still, you had the right to be petty.

You heard him let out a huff before you felt as he started to sit up, his hands grasping under your knees to lift them a bit, hooking your legs over his thighs as he sat on his knees with his legs open, feeling as he gave a playful press against your ass, which made you aware of the already forming bulge in his sweats.

"No, Chris." You simply said without looking up from your phone, practically hearing his pout as he let out a needy whine, his hands sliding down your thighs to grip at your hips and waist, leaning down as you felt his lips start to press kisses against your tummy from where your shirt rose up.

"Please?" He begged between kisses, hands slowly sliding up your shirt as he looked up at you in search of any attention you might give him. Nothing. "'M sorry bout what I said, I didn't mean it.." You almost fell for his pleading voice, his sweetly sorrowful, begging words, but then you felt as his hand started to tug at your shorts.

The moment you moved the phone away from your face, your eyes glared at him... but you stopped yourself from shoving him off. Seeing the way he looked at you like a puppy begging for treats, annoyance turned to interest as an idea formed in your head.

"Y'know what, baby?..." You cooed, putting your phone down on the sheets, watching him perk up as you slowly parted your thighs a bit more, an invitation for him that had him taking in an excited breath.

Before you can say anything else, he's instantly tugging your shorts off, tossing them aside as his palms slide against the soft expanse of your plush thighs. "Thank you, ma, thank you," He grinned happily against your tummy, kissing your soft skin and trailing down as his hands slid to your hips, fingertips inching under the lace of your panties.

One, two, three more kisses, right along your abdomen before he goes to press one more where he's been dying to touch...

Suddenly, you grip his hair before his lips even meet the lace fabric, a sharp inhale sounding from him at your fingers tangled within his brunet curls, his sweet blue eyes looking up at you in confusion, his hands stopping themselves from pulling your panties down.

"Uh-uh, bad pups don't get a treat," You scolded him, the pet name making him visibly perk up and twitch in his boxers, his adorably confused yet attentive expression making you give false sympathy. "Aww, what? If you're gonna act like such a filthy dog around your friends, I might as well treat you like the mutt you are, right?"

You lift his head up from between your thighs, closing them together and hearing the pathetic whimper he lets out. "Please, mama? Please? 'Said I was sorry—"

You felt as he gave a weak grind against your closed thighs, the position he was now reduced to giving you such a power high, and in a single moment, your beautiful idea solidified. As fun as it would be to deprive him of anything for the day, it was so much better to watch him act like a bitch in heat for you.

"You make use of what I'm giving you, Chris, or you're getting nothing." You threatened, watching as he looked a bit confused, looking down at your plush, pressed together thighs, before it seemed to click in his head.

He looked as if he internally battled with himself, weighing his options here between getting nothing or going to that extent just to get himself off.

"C'mon, Chris," You gave a little wiggle with your hips just to seal it, a devilish smirk on your lips. "You know you want to."

Oh, fuck it.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he tugged down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing out as the head already weeped pre-cum, a held back whine barely heard as it pressed a bit against your thighs, already showing how needy he was getting.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, making you wonder what he was asking for, before his eyes signaled over to the drawer on your bedside table that held a bottle of lube.

You raised an eyebrow at him before crossing your arms. "What? You said you do everything in bed, right?" You reminded him of his words to his friends, watching as he practically gave you an apology bow, guilty puppy dog eyes looking at you before he moved towards the bedside table and tugged the drawer open, pulling out the lube and getting back into place.

His hands opened your thighs just a bit, his palm smearing lube between them before stroking his cock with some, a whimper bit back as you gave him a sharp look, his hand moving away and tossing the bottle aside in a near scrambled motion.

God... you should totally get him a collar and leash after this.

Shaky hands pushed your thighs together, his adorable puppy eyes looking at you for permission, a smirk coming to your lips as you gave a nod. "Go ahead, pup."

Holding your thighs together and positioning just right, he finally moved. "O–oh fuck—" Chris whimpered as he pushed his cock between your plush thighs with ease, his hands tightening their grip as he slowly thrusted his hips, both of you watching the tip of his leaking cock peaking out.

"That's it, puppy." You cooed, watching the head of his cock retreat back between your thighs before peaking back out. A shaky groan was heard from Chris as he trained his eyes on the sight too before starting to thrust a bit more, the slick sound of his cock between your thighs making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Look at that. So desperate, you're fucking my thighs," You teased with a mean giggle as he whined, his hips sputtering as he picked up pace a bit.

The bed creaked softly beneath the two of you, the sound mixing with Chris fucking your thighs and his needy whines, the state of him making you watch his face instead. Each thrust, each squeeze of your thighs, made his face contort beautifully in pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mm– Fuck– mama—" Whines poured from his lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the lace fabric of your panties as he thrusted once more, his hips starting to move a bit faster as he panted and whined like a needy dog.

Continuing with watching the show in front of you, your hands moved to his knees, loosely holding them before you squeezed your thighs tightly together, hearing the choked out moan Chris gave at the feeling.

"Oh fu— m–mama— oh god, p–please—" He begged you, hips faltering for a moment as his palms slipped, instead finding purchase on your hips as he started fucking your thighs faster. His whines mixed with the increasing creak of the bed, pants spilling from his open mouth as you noticed drool on his bottom lip.

"Shit, puppy," You giggled as you caressed his knees with your nails, feeling his thigh tense from the tingling sensation. "Feel so good it's got you drooling now?"

The only response you could get from him was a quick nod and more whines, your nails then digging into his knees to get a better answer whilst you loosened your thighs around his cock, making him whine pathetically in need.

"Nn– Yes y–yes mama— so fucking good—" He babbled, tears visibly coming to his eyes as you granted him the treat of squeezing your thighs together once more. A blissful whimper escaped him before his hips pistoned forward once more, pants leaving him as his grip tightened on your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

"'M– 'M so close, mama– please— please lemme cum mama– please—" He begged and babbled helplessly, near tears as his body started to tremble, knowing damn well that, in times like this, he had to hold it until you said he could cum.

Oh how he wanted you to not be so cruel this time, but with the way your lips curled into a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell that would be the case.

"You wanna cum, pup?"

"yes mama—"

"Hmm?"

"Y–yes mama—"

"Ohh... I don't know if I should let you, puppy."

"Please, mommy, pleasee—" He nearly sobbed as his body tensed and shook, his hips stilling as he held himself back the best he could, panting hard as his cock twitched and throbbed between your thighs, just begging to spill his load.

His forehead rested against your knees, whines leaving his mouth pathetically as you watched him twitch and tremble a few moments more. Oh, that collar and leash were getting delivered this coming weekend. 100 fucking percent.

His breathing hitched as he felt your nails caress his knees again, your hips rolling slowly to give him that friction he was dying for, before you finally cooed those heavenly words to him. "Cum for me, puppy."

"Oh thank you— thank you mama— thank you thank you thank you—" He babbled mindlessly as he thrusted his hips once more, pants leaving his lips as he started to tremble and quicken his motions, his breaths getting shaky and choppy as his grip on you tightened.

"O–oh god— 'm cum— 'm cumming!" A pathetic, whiny moan left his lips as his hips stuttered before he finally came, hot and thick glossy ropes spurting from his cock over your panties, your tummy, even up to your chest– and fuck he was lost.

"F–fuck— Oh my fu—" His voice cracked, all wrecked and fucked out, as eyes rolled back into his head, his hips twitching and pressing hard against your thighs, as if they were milking his cock entirely.

His cock gave a few more pathetic little spurts of cum until he was finally done, his head falling to her knees once more as he took hard and shaky breaths, his thighs quivering, his hands stuck gripping your hips tightly.

You smiled at the sight of him, so utterly fucked out without you having to do hardly anything. A whine pulled from him as you squeezed your thighs one more time before loosening, giggling at his state before reaching a hand up and running your fingers through his hair, your nails caressing his scalp.

"Feelin' better now, puppy?" You cooed softly.

"y—yes.. mama.."

"You learn your lesson?"

"yes... yes mama.."

You giggled softly as his body started to melt and loosen now, all spent and tired. Clean up could wait, you'd handle the rest later.

"Good boy."

a/n : Got inspo from this twitter vid (nsfw p!link) and thought "mhmmm- Chris 😋"

I miiight have an obsession with either party getting fucked dumb/fucking themselves dumb 🙄😔

Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last drabble!!! KFNOSNFKDN- (me tryna be nonchalant and failing miserably ToT) I seriously can't express how happy it makes me, can't wait to make more for y'all :]

Hope you guys like! Inbox is wide open for requests or just chatting :3

tags : @sillysillymatt, @jcsturniolo11, @strnilolover, @whore4mattsturniolo

dividers → @dollywons

[lexicrvg]

Mav's already expecting a letter.

After the Layton rescue, he got deployed somewhere, and every month or so, he gets a letter from Carole telling him what she and Bradley are up to.

What he's not expecting on that month, is two letters.

At first, he thinks it's a mistake, he got someone else's letter, but when he checks, it's his name written in it.

He thinks about it the whole day. What's on the letter? Who is it from? He has no one else in his life besides Carole, and her letter is obviously the other one.

When the night comes and he's ready to sleep, he opens Carole's letter first, suddenly scared about The Other Letter™. He smiles, reading about how she and Bradley are doing better, holding up well. It's hard for them, still, but he understands it. He also thinks about Goose when he closes his eyes at night. Bradley is up to join his school's baseball team, and Mav gets invited for his first official game, maybe he'll be there.

And then, the time comes. He opens The Other Letter™ and gets jumpscared by the most beautiful calligraphy he has ever seen in his whole life, he doesn't know anyone who writes like this.

Dear Maverick,

Oh. Ok.

I do not know if we are in the type of relationship in which we send letters to each other, but something happened that I think you should know. Ron called you his friend. He begged me not to tell you this, but it's huge, and I think you would love to know it. He said, and I quote, "My friend from Top Gun...". Amazing, right?

On another note, how have you been? I know this is a dumb question considering everything, but are you holding up well? Are you thinking about quitting again? If you are, please let me know, I might go in person smack some sense into your head.

How's Merlin, by the way? I heard about the birth of his daughter. Please let him know that Slider and I wish them well and would love to meet her anytime soon.

Write me back, I will be waiting.

Sincerly, Iceman.

Mav blinks at the paper at his hands several times. Ice wrote him a letter. A cordial letter wanting to know what he's up to. Are they friends now? This all seems crazy. Why is Ice sending him letters? What is happening?

Without noticing, Mav picks up a pen and paper, and the words flow beyond him.

Dear Ice,...

He didn't know at the time, but this was the start of the best thing that had ever happened to him.

[allertonhoe]

B13 with submissive rafe who’s loud asf in bed 🫦🫦🫦🫦 nsfw <3

ahh thanks for the request!!! i honestly haven’t written a lot of sub stuff, so i’m really sorry if this isn’t great/not super subby lol but i really hope you like it!!

prompts: "God, you feel so good!"

content warnings: 18+ MDNI - smut, original afab!reader, sub!rafe, use of petnames (baby, good boy lol), dirty talk, masturbation (f), unprotected p in v.

500 follower celebration! (CLOSED)

"Baby, please."

You could only laugh bitterly in response, his begging not having any effect in altering your disinterest. Your relationship with Rafe was... interesting, to say the least. It was only inevitable for you to become friends with benefits, the informal arrangement having gone on for a few years without too much contention.

You'd gone out with him and the rest of your mates tonight, which was nothing out of the ordinary. But after barely giving you attention the entire evening, here he was, once again, expecting you to be willing and eager when he couldn't find another girl to take home.

"I'm not used to you asking so nicely," you allude.

"Come on," he instigates, his fingers sweeping under the hem of your shirt.

"Sit down," you command him in a soft tone. "On the chair."

He gave you a reluctant look at the instruction, not catching onto what you had in mind. You stood in front of him, stripping off your clothes—starting with your bottoms, then shedding off your top. Taking a few steps forward so you were directly in front of him, shoving his hands away when he brought them up to grab your waist.

"No touching." You advise him, his features furrowing at your assertion.

You hovered over him confidently, tracing your pointer and middle fingers along his bottom lip. Feeling his tongue wrap around the digits when you stuck them in his mouth, his heated gaze locked on you. Retreating over to the bed and situating yourself to face him, noticing him peel his shirt off in anticipation of what was next.

You pushed your panties to the side, not wanting to give him a full view as you began rubbing the sensitive area. An exaggerated gasp leaving your throat as Rafe observed you with half-lidded eyes, pressing his palm to his crotch to alleviate some of his own discomfort.

"Rafe," you interrupt promptly, halting your movements. "I said no touching."

"You're kidding, right?" He retorts in disbelief.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" You survey, raising your brow at him. "Then no touching. Be a good boy."

While he scoffed at the new nickname, he didn't challenge you further on it. A mixture of frustration and hunger painting his expression as he tried to concentrate on you instead of his own urges. Watching as you dipped into your slick and relieved some of the tension you were dangling over him.

"Fuck," he mumbles, clutching the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were turning white. "Please. I need something, baby."

"So impatient," you scold lightly.

You sauntered back over to where he was sitting, in no rush as you slipped his belt out of the loops. Popping open the button of his bottoms and tussling with the fly, brushing over his bulge in the process. Retreating once more as you turned your back to him, peeking over your shoulder as you took off your bra and panties.

You swayed your hips over his seductively, Rafe letting out a dramatic sigh at your continuous teasing. Swivelling back around, you reached for his waistband. Only pulling his pants down to his mid-thigh, restricting his legs from spreading too wide. Climbing onto his lap and placing your legs on either side of him.

"Please," he repeats hoarsely, glancing up at you like he couldn't take anymore.

You held him in your palm and dragged him between your folds. Already throbbing just from the display you put on, aching for any sort of relief. His demeanour the complete opposite from when he'd been ignoring you and scouring the dance floor for other potential conquests just an hour ago.

Finally giving in to his pleas, you sank down onto him. Rafe letting out an animalistic groan, shuddering at the tender sensation. You didn't move right away, soaking him in your wetness. Your hands landing on his chest as he tried taking over the reins, his muscles flexing at the contact.

"I need you, baby," he rambles.

"You need me?" You purred.

Your finger trailed down his bare torso, your other arm draping around his neck to hold your balance as you started grinding onto him. The pace much slower than you were used to with him, the two of you typically going for a more wild and greedy approach. Rafe throwing his head back as he reveled in his pleasure.

"Like that?" You whisper in his ear.

"Just like that. Fuck, baby," he muttered. "God, you feel so good."

You rolled your hips to meet his, feeling his cock twitch at every motion. Bringing your lips to his nape, peppering chaste kisses along the flesh. He couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer, squeezing your sides as curses fell from his mouth.

Your thighs were becoming sore from your unconventional position, refocusing on hitting your own climax instead of deliberately taunting him. Your tits bouncing in his face, giggling as he glanced up at you with blown-out pupils. Barely recognizing the disheveled figure underneath you that was yearning for your touch.

"I'm so fucking close," he grumbles, licking his lips as he panted.

"Not before me," you direct.

He wasted no time covering his fingers in spit, playing with your swollen clit and sending jolts through your body. His unoccupied arm enveloping around your waist to keep you near. His forehead resting against yours, your tough front easily crumbling as he broke you down.

"Oh my god," he grunts. "Come on, baby."

He rocked in rhythm with you, building you up with no difficulty. Desperate moans and the filthy, wet sounds of your endeavor echoing through the room. Sending you over the edge with a few more lively pumps, losing yourselves in the moment of pure bliss. His flow not impeding as he chased his release. 

His dick throbbed as he kept slamming into you, every thrust deeper and more feral. Digging your nails into his shoulders as the familiar flame burned in the pit of your stomach again. Not having to work hard to coax another orgasm out of you, reaching his own just moments later. Your walls fluttering as he filled you with his cum.

"Fuck," he shouts, never having gotten such a strong reaction from him.

Neither of you were in any hurry as you rode out your highs. Rafe lifting you up slightly to pull out of you, feeling empty from his sudden absence. He slumped back into the cushion, caressing up and down your bare spine as you both caught your breaths. Leaving a gentle peck on his chest as you cuddled into him, settling back to your usual dynamic.

And with an abrupt shift, he swept you up into his arms and threw you onto the bed playfully. His predatory stare returning, now laced with something else. Like another layer had been peeled back between you, and things wouldn't be going back to how they previously were. Crawling on top of you and caging you in beneath him.

"Good boy, huh?"

[berfgrimm]

staring at the sun: bae bae | choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x reader

pairing: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, dirty talk, deepthroating, fluff, spanking, biting. i think that’s pretty much it?

note: the final part of staring at the sun. i appreciate everyone’s patience for this, and I hope you all enjoy! i’ve linked the previous parts below.

staring at the sun | phone call | payback | valentine

———————

Seunghyun convinces you to move in with him ten minutes after his bandmates find out about your relationship. Truth be told, you were ready to move in the moment he suggested it, but you wanted to play hard to get; now that he has you, it felt more fun.

His persuasion technique is clever, if not slightly diabolical. Once he pulls you into the shower with him, he takes some time to kiss you and touch you gently as the water cascades around both of you. When he helps you wrap your legs around his waist with your back pinned to the shower wall, pumping into you slowly and deeply, he suddenly stops. You clench around and try to use the strength of your legs to urge him to continue, but he only grins deviously.

“Are you going to move in with me?” Seunghyun asks, placing teasing kisses along your jaw. You whimper in response, your nails digging into his back as you try to find the words to beg him. “You can feel this every single night,” he continues, pulling himself out of you just a little. “You can taste me every night.”

“Baby,” you whine. “You know I’ll move in…please, don’t stop.” Seunghyun laughs excitedly, kissing you on the lips so hard, your head bumps against the wall behind you. You attempt a laugh against his lips, but it comes out in a muffled moan when Seunghyun shoves himself back inside of you.

Over the next few days, Seunghyun enlists the help of his bandmates to move you into his home. The other men ask more questions than you expect, desperate to know when you started your secret relationship. You notice the more questions they ask, the more irritated Seunghyun becomes and when you have a moment alone in the kitchen, you corner him to find out the problem.

“I don’t feel like sharing today,” he admits, avoiding eye contact with you. You bite your lip to hide the smile because you rarely see him look this vulnerable and annoyed. “What’s funny?” he asks, when he finally looks at you.

“You’re jealous that I’m getting along with your friends?”

“I didn’t say that,” Seunghyun responds.

“You did, a little bit,” you laugh.

“Oh, yeah?” Seunghyun chuckles along with you, trying to keep a serious look but failing. “That’s funny to you? That I don’t want to share you with them?” He grabs your hips and yanks you closer to him, kissing you aggressively to make you laugh. When he tries to slide his hands into your back pockets, you grab his forearms and pull them away from you, pinning them behind his back with a smile on your face.

“You're crazy if you think I’m going to let you do anything like that while they’re still here,” you laugh. Seunghyun gives you a pout, pretending to struggle hard against your gentle grip on his arms. He finally drops his shoulders and lets out a dramatic sigh, no longer able to hide the smile on his face. “When they leave, we can lay in your bed and you can touch my ass all you want,” you joke, releasing his arms.

“Our bed,” he corrects, grabbing your hips again to pull you towards him for a soft kiss. Your heart skips a beat at the way it sounds: our bed.

“Fine,” you whisper. “But it’s still my ass.”

“No, it’s not, it’s mine.” His hands quickly slip past your waist and he pinches you, causing you to let out a yelp and shove him away, your laugh loud enough to alert the others.

“You can’t do that while we’re here,” Taeyang scolds, as they reenter the room.

“Did we walk into this again?” Daesung laughs.

“I don’t want to watch that,” Jiyong says.

“I tried to tell him,” you shrug. “But he does whatever he wants.”

The rest of the day is smoother, Seunghyun lightens up and is more willing to joke. That night he takes you up on your offer to touch you as much as he wants, but you have no complaints.

The next few days seem to fly by. You get adjusted into your new home with ease, though you feel the urge to pinch yourself because it doesn’t feel real. Standing at the kitchen sink, cleaning a glass, your mind wanders to how quickly things changed for you, and how happy you are. Until you hear Seunghyun enter the kitchen and feel him step between you and the island counter.

”Don’t turn around,” Seunghyun says, his voice a little stern, but also mischievous. You set your cup down in the sink and turn off the taps, staring at the wall ahead of you as you wait for what comes next. “Close your eyes,” he speaks slowly, but you can feel his breath against your neck.

When you close your eyes, you focus on his proximity to you, heat radiating from him. It’s silent, apart from the sound of both of you breathing, and you can only wait for his next instruction.

“I take care of you, don’t I?” His voice is low, but you can still feel his breath hot on your skin, sending a shiver through you. “I give you everything you need,” he continues, nuzzling his head against yours. “Don’t I?”

“Of course you do, baby,” you whisper, gripping the edge of the sink as you feel your knees getting weak just from the way he speaks.

“And you know how to take care of me,” Seunghyun says. “You know exactly what I need…and what I love…” You can tell he leans closer to you, just barely brushing against you as you feel his arms reach past you, presumably to brace against the sink as well. “You’re a good girl,” he goes on. “My good girl…my princess.”

“I love taking care of you,” you mumble. You inch your hand along the sink to place atop his, when you feel he’s wearing leather gloves. “Are you —?” You stop short when you look down at his hands, and see tan gloves along with thepurple sleeves of his jacket. “Oh, god,” you mutter, tipping your head back to bump softly against his.

“Surprise,” he whispers against your ear.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I told you I would. I like to keep my promises.”

“But this is so—”

“Does it turn you on that this is how I’m dressed right now?” A flush spreads across your body and you aren’t sure if it’s from the way his voice sounds or the embarrassment to admit how attractive you think he looks in this specific outfit. “It’s just you and I, princess,” he adds, slipping his hands from your grasp and placing them on top of yours. “We’re in our home…we can do whatever we want here. We can say whatever we want here.”

“Fuck, Seunghyun,” you mumble, shifting your weight to to press your body against his.

“Tell me, princess,” he groans in your ear, grinding against you softly. “Does it turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “It does. Please let me see you.”

“You don’t have to beg me, baby.” You can hear Seunghyun smiling as he speaks, and it increases the butterflies in your stomach. He releases his hold on your hands, allowing you to turn around and face him.

You could try for years and you wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what turns you on about this look in particular. Being close to him while he’s dressed this way, being able to touch him like you’d envisioned before, you find it hard to focus on what it is you want to do. Your eyes dart all over him, taking in the teal waistcoat, the orange tie, the purple suit, and the contacts.

“Go to the bedroom,” Seunghyun directs, his eyes focused on your mouth. “Take off your clothes.” You nod, still lost in your thoughts about how he looks, not completely tuned into what he says. “Go,” he urges, squeezing your side.

You follow instructions, going to the bedroom and taking off your clothes. You’re down to your bra and panties when Seunghyun walks into the room, walking slowly, almost a strut, as he sizes you up. You feel nervous under his gaze, bringing back the old feelings from when you first began your relationship with him. He notices your sudden shyness, and sidles up to you, placing his hand against your lower back to hold you close.

“Relax,” Seunghyun whispers with a smile. “If you feel shy, remember: you’re home with me.” When you nod in response, he places a soft kiss to your lips and then slips past you to climb onto the bed, settling comfortably at the head of the bed with his back against the pillows.

Even with his contacts in, you can read the adoration in his expression as you remove the rest of your clothes and step towards the side of the bed. He holds out his gloved hand, and you take it to support your movements as he leads you onto the bed, straddling him.

“Now,” Seunghyun says, setting his hands on your hips and urging you to press your weight fully onto him. “What do you want to do?” The fabric of his pants rubs against you as you squirm, trying to avoid the urge to fully grind against him. “Is that what you pictured?” he asks, peering up at you for a moment before averting his gaze to his lap to watch you rub against him. “You’re wet already just from talking?”

“You get me like this,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss.

Seunghyun smiles against your lips, then quickly slips his tongue into your mouth. You feel the leather of his glove as one of his hands slides from your hip up to your ribs, painfully slow until he cups your breast. You pull in a breath, leaning back to give him a bit of space to do what he wants.

The sight of him looking up at you while he drags his thumb across your nipple, a sheepish expression on his face that you’re certain is his way of teasing you with those contacts in, is almost too much to bear. He leans closer again, pressing a kiss to your other breast, near your nipple, while his thumb teases the opposite. He traces around your nipple with the tip of his tongue, then takes it into his mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair to hold him close, grinding your hips against him. When Seunghyun’s teeth graze over your nipple, you tighten your grip on his hair, giving a small tug without really meaning to.

“Mmm,” he hums, tipping his head back, looking up at you as he licks his lips. “I would have moved you in with me sooner if I knew this is what I’d be treated to.”

Seunghyun slides his hands over your body, the leather gloves rubbing against the skin of your stomach and your thighs. The sensation begins to feel too synthetic and you ache to feel his soft hands on you instead, so you grab his wrists to stop him. He peers up at you with his brow furrowed at first until you begin to remove the gloves.

“I should have known better than to keep my hands hidden from you,” he mutters, a smirk spreading across his lips, as you toss the gloves to the floor. “How do you want me to touch you now?” He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side to catch your gaze. “What did you think of me doing to you while dressed like this?”

“You can do whatever you want,” you sigh, grasping the sides of his face to angle his head up to kiss him deeply. Seunghyun’s fingers curl around your hips, coaxing you to grind against him again. “Fuck,” you mutter against his lips, pressing your forehead to his when you feel him through his pants. “You love to talk about how wet I get, but I can feel how hard you are right now.”

“You should know how much you turn me on by now, princess,” he mutters, gripping your hips more firmly to force you to move faster. “Knowing how much you need me…and how much you think about me…I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hmm, you look so beautiful like this,” he breathes, kissing your jaw and your neck tenderly. When you circle your hips, Seunghyun lets out a strangled groan and gives a surprisingly hard bite to your neck.

“Fuck!” you gasp, grabbing his shoulders. He looks up at you with a slightly worried expression, but you only grind yourself faster against him.

“Was that okay?” he asks. “I know we haven’t really—”

“It felt really good,” you whimper.

“You like that, hm?” he asks, with a smirk.

“You’re going to make me come on your lap if we do this too much longer.”

The expression on his face shifts to something mischievous, as though he takes your words as a challenge instead of a warning. He tries to urge you to quicken your pace by squeezing your hips, but you tense, slowing your movements as you begin to conjure up a new idea. You smile, reaching between your bodies, undoing his belt.

Seunghyun licks his lips in anticipation, watching as you unfasten his pants and shift your hips enough to reach into his briefs. As soon as your fingers make contact with him, you tug him free from the fabric, stroking over the length of him at a slow pace. You pause for a moment to slip your fingers between your own thighs, gathering your juices and using them to coat his erection.

You loved hearing the noises of restraint that Seunghyun let rattle in his chest, but you loved hearing him be vocal much more. Placing your free hand under his chin, you tilt his head upwards so he peers into your eyes, the contact lenses and his cheeky grin causing another flip in your stomach.

“We don’t have to hide our moans anymore,” you tell him. “Not in our home.”

“I think you only enjoy me losing control,” Seunghyun retorts, closing the space to kiss you quickly. His eyebrows quirk up as you tease the head of his erection between your clit and your entrance. “I’ll moan for you, my good girl,” he whispers. “I’ll do anything for you.”

You get lost in the way he speaks to you, his voice deep and sincere, but vulnerable. Your mind wanders to the question of how you got so lucky to be in Seunghyun’s life, in his home, in his bed. Now that you have him, you can’t imagine your life without him.

“Hey,” Seunghyun says, saying your name so gently as if he’s worried he’d break it. “Are you okay?” You tune back in, finding his worried gaze on you, waiting for an answer.

“I’m great.”

The worry fades from his face, replaced with a sly smirk that usually precedes something naughty. He maneuvers one of his hands between your thighs, slipping his fingers through your folds, getting them covered in your slick. You whimper softly, his gaze never breaking from yours while he teases your clit.

“I want you to come on my fingers first,” Seunghyun says, making certain that you watch his mouth as he speaks. “I want to feel you dripping down my hand.” You part your lips to respond, but he pushes his index and middle fingers into you slowly. “Mmm, princess,” he whispers, once his fingers are buried inside of you as deep as he can get them. “You’re clenching my fingers so tight.”

Seunghyun begins to pump his fingers into you, slowly at first, while he allows his other hand to start rubbing your clit. You can’t help your hips from moving against his motions, your eyes slipping closed and your head tipping back so you can moan into the air.

“Fuck, Seunghyun, baby,” you whimper, fisting the shoulders of his jacket as you roll your hips into his touch. “I love you.”

“You love me for fingering you?” Seunghyun chuckles, quickening his pace. “I know you’re close. I can feel it.” You nod your head, rolling it forward again so you can look into his eyes. The contacts make his eyes more devious than usual, watching you like he wants to write about what he sees.

His speed increases, the thrusting of his fingers in time with the circular motions on your clit, working you faster towards your orgasm. Your hand trembles as you move to loosen his tie and release the top buttons of his shirt so you can have unobstructed access to his neck. You have to pay him back for that bite he gave you earlier.

As soon as your mouth makes contact with his neck, you lose focus. You know that you’re biting and sucking on his skin, but you’re only aware of the orgasm that is creeping through your body. Your movement feels sloppy, and you can hear Seunghyun say something to you in a deep, raspy voice.

The sensations overload your mind, pushing you closer and closer until finally you reach your climax. You break from Seunghyun’s neck to moan his name between words of praise, your legs trembling to hold your weight.

“Good girl,” Seunghyun encourages, continuing to work you hard and fast to help you through your orgasm. “My good girl.”

When he finally slows to a stop, and pulls his fingers from you, he offers you his hand and you obediently take him by his wrist to slide his fingers into your mouth. You suck on his fingers, maintaining eye contact with him while you clean his digits of the taste of you. As Seunghyun watches your mouth, he uses his free hand to stroke himself. When his movement catches your attention, you start to pump his fingers into your mouth at the same pace that his hand works.

”Jesus,” Seunghyun rasps, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk, mesmerized by you.

When you pull his fingers from your mouth, Seunghyun responds with a disappointed expression, but you lean in to give him a kiss. The kiss was meant to be brief, just a little tease, but when he gets a taste of you on your lips, he presses his free hand to the back of your head to keep you where he wants you.

He kisses you deeply, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth at the way his tongue feels against yours. It feels childish to say but you love kissing him; you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. He kisses like it’s the last time he’ll have the chance to do it, like he’s desperate for your kiss. Sometimes it’s sloppy and messy and needy, but today it’s passionate, pulling small whimpers from you and hums of approval from him.

You’re reluctant to break the kiss, but you need to feel him again, you need more. You press your hands to his shoulders to push him away gently, his lazy, kiss-drunk expression not lost on you but you try your best to ignore it, knowing that he’ll be able to pull you in for more kisses and you wouldn’t object. You can feel his eyes on you as you move from his lap kneeling between his legs instead, finally taking a moment to really appreciate the sight of him.

In this costume, with his tie loose, his cheeks tinged with pink, his hand still stroking himself slowly with his eyes locked into your face, it’s better than anything you ever imagined before. You lean over his lap, pressing your hands against the mattress on either side of his thighs to brace yourself. He takes the hint and guides the head of his cock into your mouth before letting go and allowing you to do what you please.

You twirl your tongue around his tip inside of your mouth before taking him deeper. You bob your head over him slowly, only taking him about halfway into your mouth but hollowing out your cheeks to apply more suction. Seunghyun lets out a small groan, his hands gently grasping your forearms as if he didn’t know where else to put them.

“You always need to feel me in your mouth, don’t you?” Seunghyun mumbles, the smile apparent in his voice. You hum around him, causing him to pull in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck,” he mutters, fingers tightening around your arms.

You start to work faster, allowing him to go deeper and deeper into your mouth until he reaches the back of your throat. His hips lift off of the bed slightly, as if he’s hesitant to move but you hum an affirmation around him, hoping it will coax him to continue.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” Seunghyun asks, his voice strained, as if he struggles to even speak the words he’s so overcome. You hum again, relaxing your jaw to afford him the space to work.

One of Seunghyun’s hands presses to the base of your head to keep you still while his other hand braces against the mattress. He pulls his knees closer around your body to support his movements as he begins to thrust into your mouth. It’s shallow at first, gentle but he doesn’t maintain the pace long. When he pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat, he starts to thrust faster and harder, letting out whimpered breaths as he goes.

“Can you—?”

“Mhm,” you affirm, knowing exactly what he wants to do. He groans softly, burying himself as deep as he can in your mouth. You gag around him, swallowing to tease him, which pulls a deeper groan from his chest.

You bring one of your hands between his legs to massage him, knowing how much he loves it. The action catches him by surprise, making him let out a much more vulnerable moan than you have heard from him. He quickly pulls your head away from him and drops his hips back to the bed, both of you breathing hard.

“You’re a little tease,” Seunghyun chuckles, watching you try to regulate your breaths with a smile on your face.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” you reply, stroking your hand over him.

“Climb back up here, princess.”

“You’re overdressed,” you reply. “I want to feel all of you.”

He doesn’t like being completely naked. Across your time together, you can count on one hand the number of times he’s taken off all of his clothes in front of you. A brief flash of uncertainty appears on his face, so you employ the phrase that he frequently tells you.

“It’s just you and I, baby,” you whisper, watching him smile faintly. He cups your jaw, rubbing his thumb across your lips.

“Anything for you.”

Seunghyun stands beside the bed, pulling his tie off first then slipping his jacket from his arms next. You watch the apprehension fade from his face, being replaced with more confidence when he sees how transfixed you are. Once all of his clothes are on the floor, he strokes his hand over his length, sizing you up as he tries to figure out how he wants you.

Still on your knees, you scoot to one side of the bed to allow him to climb back in, laying on his back before he nods for you to climb on. You crawl towards him to straddle one of his thighs, leaning over his body to press gentle kisses to his chest and his neck.

“You already gave me one mark,” he mutters, his hand cradling the back of your head as he feels you sucking on his collarbone. “You want to leave more?”

“No one will see them but us,” you mutter against his skin. He chuckles softly in response, allowing you to continue on your task until you’re satisfied. “There,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to the mark you left.

“All done?” Seunghyun chuckles, attempting to look down at the hickey. You grin, staying on your knees as you press your chest against his, so you can kiss him. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, as you share a tender kiss.

“I love you, too.”

You get lost in the kiss, it’s soft and careful, like neither of you want to push. Until you feel his fingers begin to slowly tease his fingers along your slit; you let a delicate moan out against his lips, surprising yourself at just how soft you sound. You can’t take much more teasing at this point, all you can think about is feeling him inside of you.

As though he can sense your desire, Seunghyun takes hold of your hips to help you straddle him fully. You reach between your bodies, guiding him inside of you and settling down onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

“You’re so…fucking tight,” Seunghyun grinds out, closing his eyes and dropping his head against the pillow.

It makes you blush, hearing him speak like this; he does enjoy dirty talk but he seldom speaks quite so blunt. You press your hands to his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin for a moment until you press harder to his pecs for support. Seunghyun’s eyes flutter open, finding yours immediately, a smirk on his face.

You rock your hips against him, feeling him as deep as you can with each motion. Seunghyun’s hands grasp your waist, keeping your movements steady. You find yourself fixated on his eyes again, the contacts making his gaze much more mischievous and sexy than you expected. It drives you to increase your pace.

“You’re too much of a tease,” Seunghyun mutters, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs now to keep you still. He begins to thrust upwards, faster and deeper; you gasp in surprise, pressing harder against his chest to support your weight.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, your arms trembling to try to support your weight. Seunghyun notices and quickly wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you down to kiss you as he thrusts faster.

You rock your hips to meet his quick thrusts, moaning and whimpering into the kiss as you feel your climax approaching. Seunghyun moves to kiss your neck now, mumbling encouragement to you through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to come for me again? I love to feel you squeezing me like this. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

The way his voice sounds, desperate and rumbling in his chest, pushes you to your climax. You dig your nails into his shoulders, moaning against his chest and he keeps thrusting through your orgasm. When you collapse against him, his thrusts slow until they are just shallow pumps, barely pushing past his tip. He rubs your thighs soothingly, kissing the top of your head.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You always do so good for me.” You kiss his neck over and over, trailing up to his mouth so you can press your lips to his. He laughs softly into the kiss, squeezing your hips hard enough for you to feel how tender they are from his grip already.

You get an idea. Almost every time you’ve had sex with Seunghyun, it’s been missionary or cowgirl. Apart from Valentine’s Day, that is. You plant one more kiss on his lips before climbing off him and crawling towards the foot of the bed. You settle onto your hands and knees, looking back at him expectantly.

“Oh, that’s how you want me, princess?” Seunghyun asks, moving to rest on his knees behind you.

“I know you can get deeper like this,” you say, arching your back to press your backside closer to him.

Seunghyun takes hold of your hip, using his other hand to guide himself into you again. He bottoms out, both of his hands not gripping your hips to keep you from moving until he’s ready.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you come inside of me, baby,” you whine, swaying your hips to grind yourself against him.

“Mmm, you’re getting nasty for me now, princess?” he asks, pinching your side playfully. “You were keeping this hidden from me all this time.”

“You told me you wanted me to be a dirty girl for you if you wore that outfit,” you retort. “The contacts really got to me.” You hear Seunghyun hum appreciatively, before he gives you a sharp slap on your backside. You gasp in surprise, fisting the sheets beneath you.

“I can tell you like that,” he rasps, rubbing where he just spanked. “You’re squeezing so tight right now.”

Realizing that you’re able to move since he’s no longer grabbing your hips, you rock forward, pulling off of him until only his tip is inside of you. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder to see him running a hand through his hair, eyes cutting from between your bodies to your face.

When he sees the look on your face, Seunghyun grabs your waist, pulling you back towards him so he’s buried inside of you again. He keeps you still as he begins to work into you, thrusting hard but slower than you expect. Each pump pushes him deeper than you imagined possible, and you rock against him to meet his thrusts.

You drop down to your elbows, your arms getting too weak to support your weight. Seunghyun’s hands grip your hips more firmly, pulling you back harder than you were able to move. You can hear him panting, still stifling his moans much to your disappointment. Reaching one hand behind you and taking hold of his forearm, you yank him so he bends over you with his chest pressed to your back.

“You know you don’t…fuck,” you stop short when Seunghyun’s hand finds its way between your thighs to rub your clit. He leaves small kisses and bites along your shoulder, chuckling softly, but you reach back again, threading your fingers through his hair so you can tug hard. Now he moans against your skin, his hips giving a sharp thrust. “That sounds so sexy, baby,” you mutter, grinding against his hand as he still teases your clit. “Please don’t hide it.”

“Sexy?” Seunghyun breathes, readjusting his grip on you. “Mmm, you know how much I love hearing you say that.”

Seunghyun places one more kiss on your shoulder before sitting upright again, resuming his thrusts. He wastes no time building his pace again, only giving a few slow pumps before he reaches the same speed as before. Each thrust hits you harder than the last, the sound of your skin slapping echoing through the air, and you can’t help but moan at how good it feels.

When you hear Seunghyun release a moan of his own, his hips briefly losing time, your hands fist the sheets again, taken by how good he sounds. You clench around him just to get another moan from him, this one sounding even better than the last. You become aware of how flushed your skin is, cold and hot at the same time, your desire beginning to overwhelm you.

You maneuver one of your hands between your thighs, rubbing quickly at your clit when you feel your climax approaching. You’re certain Seunghyun won’t be far behind, judging from the frantic pace he has set and his firm grip on your hips. Your moans are unrestricted now, all of your care to keep quiet nonexistent as you moan his name, begging for him not to stop. Seunghyun’s moans, though not quite as loud as yours, vibrate through you, deep and rumbling; you could get off just listening to him moan.

When your climax hits, you feel like it knocks the wind out of you, all of your moans escaping you and leaving you gasping. Seunghyun doesn’t stop, continuing to work into you as he chases his own climax. You try to regain your breath, the waves of your orgasm coursing through you and seeming never ending, but finally you let out a moan of Seunghyun’s name, which seems to drive him to go harder.

“Please come inside of me,” you beg. “Let me feel you come inside of me, baby. You always take such good care of me. Let me feel you.”

“Fuck,” Seunghyun grinds out, his hips starting to stutter as he finally reaches his own climax.

The sensation of him finishing inside of you always feels incredible, you think it’s the best feeling you’ve ever known. The way he groans your name, his voice so deep but still soft, that beautiful desperation you love to hear from him ringing in your ears, it’s a sound you could hear for the rest of your life and never grow tired.

Seunghyun drops onto you, though he tries to brace some of his weight by pressing his hands to the mattress on either side of your body. You reach over your shoulder again, pulling him gently by his hair so you can turn to kiss him softly.

“Let me see you,” you mutter against his lips.

Seunghyun carefully pulls out of you, maneuvering to lay on his side next to you before he helps you roll into his arms, facing him. He cups your jaw, stroking his thumb over your lips while his eyes study your face. You feel overcome with love for him, unlike you have before, all because of him wearing this stupid outfit for you.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun asks, his voice raspy.

“More than okay. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Seunghyun.”

“Hmm, I was just thinking the same thing.” You scoot closer, cuddling against his chest and giving him a tender kiss on the lips. You stare into one another’s eyes for a moment, and you see beyond his contacts, trying to read what he thinks. “Thank you for making me feel the way you see me,” he says after a moment.

“Thank you for letting me.” Seunghyun smiles in return, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “You know,” you begin, trying to hide your smile. “I was thinking of when you asked me to move in with you…and you said we can do this every night. Multiple orgasms every night for the rest of our lives might be too much; I may need a few days of rest in between.” He takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours, studying the way they fit together.

“The rest of our lives,” he says, echoing your words as he rolls onto his back and pulls you gently on top of him. “It still doesn’t sound like enough time with you. I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for, princess.” He kisses your knuckles one at a time, then looks into your eyes. “I don’t think it matters what we do,” he adds. “We can do this every day, we can rest, we can go for walks, we can travel the world. As long as it’s just you and I, that’s more than enough for me.”

[starconstruction]

Want to ask how 🌙 will do or react when they caught reader enjoying themselves while moaning their name

How Loona reacts to you calling out their name

5-6-1 split, categorised by {F} and {M} respectively. Some of these use the idea more tangibly than others. This one was quite fun even though i dont think its up to the same quality as the others

Vivi {F}

The gentle R&B music played from your phone, sat comfortably on the desk as your head was on laying on your pillow, hand rubbing in between your legs as you scurried away off to your thoughts. Imagining all the various not so innocent things you'd do with your best friend.

Vivi didnt quite know what to expect when she walked into your house, coming to deliver your laptop you somehow forgot for the 86th time. You didn't answer the door but she had free reign to enter so she did. Coming upstairs as she heard faint whimpers coming from your bedroom.

"Eugh! Fuck... right there Vivi!" Her ears perked up at the sudden mention of her name, pushing the handle as her jaw dropped. Her best friend greedily rubbing herself while calling out their name. Heat pooling between her thighs as she laid the laptop down on the desk.

"Y/N?" She called out, you turned to face her in utter shock, hand pulling the blanket over your exposed body. "Oh! Err, its not what it looks like!" You reasoned, her eyes furrowed. "It isn't? You weren't just calling out my name?" She teased, keeping her usual playful attitude as she started to leave. "Guess i'll just be going then..."

The words ripped out of your throat long before you had any hope in stopping them, "No! Please... help me out?" You begged. Vivi's lips curving into a smile as her hand ripped off the blanket exposing your legs. "Happily, my pretty girl looks so good.." She cooed, getting comfortably nestled into between your thighs as her head dipped down to your needy pussy "This is going to be a long night Y/N" she warned, taking the first taste of her best friends juices as you moaned out.

And oh god it was, not stopping until the birds of the dawn started to sing.

Yves {F}

The hotel room laid dark as Yves and you sunk into the cheap bed, eyes closed as you desperately tried to get some shut-eye. But you couldn't, because of her.

Your mind racing with the thoughts of Yves, in various positions across the hotel. Bent over the bathroom sink, bent over the mini kitchen counter, bent over the bed, basically anywhere as long as she was at your mercy.

Your fingers got a bit too eager, slowly entering your body as you let out quiet whimpers. Unaware that the girl you were thinking of started to stir behind you. Listening to the squelching noises coming from across the room, slowly coming to reality when she heard a particularly loud noise "Mmmmph! Yves, you taste so good.." Your eyes shot opened when you realized how loud that was.

"Thinking about me Y/N?" Yves teased you, swapping beds as she sat on top of your chest, hand pushing your chin up to face you. "I can assure you I taste so much better than in your dreams Honey." The nickname made your heart flutter as her proximity made your face flush.

"Meet me in the bathroom, I can assure you it'll be worth it." She purred, and then she was gone.

You never ran so fast.

Jinsoul {M}

Your dick laid rigid in your hand as you laid down on your bed, photo of your idol roommate Jinsoul in her DALL costumes. Stroking up and down as you scrolled through her pics, the way her tits popped against the fabric, the way she smiled gave your heart a flutter as you kept going.

Jinsoul decided to come into your room, curious if you would like to get lunch together when she was suddenly surprised. Her roommate aggressively jerking himself off, rasping her name as her face laid on his phone screen.

She's used to people finding her attractive, but its different when its someone she also found attractive. "Y/N, those pictures aren't going to do the job silly." She teased, taking off her shorts as she laid in front of you. Giving you a perfect view of her curvy ass "Here, see what the fans don't." You put your phone down as your hand rubbed her asscheek as u jerked off with your other hand to the body in front of you.

You didnt last much longer, painting Jinsoul's back (and a bit of her clothes, whoops!) a thick creamy mess as she got up "We could visit that new asian food place that opened up, or we could fuck and just eat leftovers... Your choice." She asked, acting like there wasn't a clear option.

You two ate leftover fried rice together after a strong night of fucking Jinsoul.

Haseul {F}

Haseul slurped your juices from between your legs, tongue licking into your fleshy pink cunt as you grabbed her hair. How did you end up in this scenario? You moaned her name out for a joke, which immediately spurred her on. And under no circumstance would you turn down the Cho Haseul wanting to eat you out. Literally who would?

"Ugh, mommy keep going!" You whimpered, pulling her in as she brought you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Detonating on her tongue as your body flashed a warm red.

You said to yourself to not make that same mistake again, but you did it again and again, and it worked every time.

Kim Lip {M}

Jungeun came home from her college class, expecting a warm welcome or hearing a youtube video from her roommate. But nothing, your shoes were there so she sought you out.

You were home, laying comfortably spread out as porn played in your headphones. Lube covered hand as you listened to the audio, blissfully unaware to the Jungeun who's walked in. Trying to get your attention, eyes fully closed as you moaned out "fucck Jungeun."

Her face went a beat red as she left the room, she didn't act upon it that night. But the next night, well lets just say you were seeing stars as she buried you inside her.

Heejin {F}

Heejin, much like Kim Lip doesn't immediately act upon it after she hears you moan her name, instead she waits until you two go outside together to the shopping mall. Dragging you to the bathroom as you two start to make out against the wall of the bathroom stall.

"You were so whiny for me last night..." She purred, pressing her knee in between your legs as you gasped into her lips, fully swollen from the intense making out you two just did. "You are going to do that again for me right? Right here? Let everyone who walks in know who you belong to." Heejin's voice was overly sweet as her fingers found inside your panties, fingers playing with you as she started off slowly.

Lets just say that expedition was not the only time you two had some fun.

Chuu

It's kinda a boring answer but i genuinely do not think Chuu would act upon it at all if she heard it, just move on and never mention it again.

maybe masturbate to the idea of walking in on you once or twice

Hyunjin {M}

You were sat comfortably on the couch, a sudden burst of horniness took over you. Hand working the usual magic as the thoughts of Hyunjin entered your head, she's been gone for awhile so surely she won't be back before you finish up right?

Of course you were wrong, Hyunjin came in as she heard you moan "Hyunjin, hyunjin god hyunjin!" She rubbed your head as you opened your eyes in shock, "Hey Y/N." She said casually, sitting down next to you. "Give me a show will ya?"

You two faced each other, resuming your stroking as Hyunjin's hand started to find her own pleasure. Fingers violently slamming in and out of her pussy as she got off to you getting off, a shared release as you shot semen onto Hyunjin's legs.

Gowon {M}

The queues of your video game was so atrociously long that you started absentmindedly jerking off, it happens. I guess.

Hand wrapping around your length as you thrusted into your palm, you couldn't hear what you were moaning, if you were moaning. Fortunately for you, Gowon could and she was right behind you.

A sudden tug of your headphones alerted you to her presence, "Moaning for me?" She asked as you nodded "Come to my bedroom, no offense but im not sitting on yours." She said, walking away.

Your tongue buried into Gowon's pussy, lapping up her essence as she gagged on your cock. Thrusting into her mouth as she moaned around your tip, neither of you lasted that much longer as you reached your high, shooting into her mouth as she came all over your face. Never to talk about this again.

Choerry {F}

You get the memo by now, you're lying down on your bed, fingers firing in and out as Choerry walked in, she smiled at the sound of her name. "You want some help?" She asked casually, your head nodding pleadingly as she grabbed the strap-on she had in her bedroom.

She came back, wasting no time in getting inside of you as she gave you the pounding of the life. Breaking one of posts of your bed, causing it to be sunk slightly. But you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Hyeju + Yeojin {M}

Lets spice it up for the final one.

Your sat in your girlfriend's bed, blissfully unaware to the fact she's brought a friend over! Damn the luck. This isn't the first time you two have masturbated in each other's bedroom, you two kinda got off on it.

You moaned your girlfriends name, and suddenly you hear two voices. Both Hyeju and Yeojin, you could never have expected Yeojin to suddenly suggest you three have a threesome!

Hyeju's pussy gripped against you tightly eagerly taking your body as Yeojin's legs wrapped around her head, feverishly licking her slick up. Shared moans as you called both of their names this time, enjoying the sensations of Hyeju as you creamed her cunt.

You three had a small fling going on together after that.

[possesseddesiress]

Bass Drop: Body Swap

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

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Bass Drop: Body Swap (English Version) + Extended version

I hated my brother. He was five years older than me, and we were definitely polar opposites in every way. If you ever saw us on the street, I don't think you'd ever think we had any blood ties; and in personality, it was the same.

He was the typical athlete: big, strong, muscular and handsome, he had the girls at his feet and everything went well for him.

And on the other side was me. Thin, small, with geeky tastes and incredibly clumsy. He always used to tease me about my looks, making derogatory comments about how I looked like spaghetti or that without an ounce of muscle I was a girl. I was fed up, but what could I do? No doubt years and years of him teasing me had somehow made me get used to it all. Until the day the glass finally fell over.

— Please, Chris, I want to go to the concert, you know how much I love electronic music!

— I already told you no, shorty - my brother mumbled as he saw what clothes he would wear tomorrow for EDC.

One of the most important music concerts, and the one I wanted to go to with all my might. It was clear that I was a fan of the music, although I was also curious about the whole atmosphere there. The guys used to wear clothes so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, suspenders, bows, harnesses. It looked like a gay pride parade if you saw it up close, and I want to see it.

— You and your friends have an extra ticket! Let me go! Chris, please! - I begged him while he just ignored me.

— And that ticket we're going to sell, pff. How do you think we're going to pay for part of the other tickets? Reselling is good business.

— Then I'll pay you, sell it to me

I said, almost on the verge of despair. My brother stopped what he was doing, only to let out a mocking laugh in my face.

– You're not going, silly - he denied still laughing - not even mom and dad are going to let you go in the first place.

– Yes they will, just give me the ticket!

– No - he said sharply - I'm not going to sell it to you even if you give me extra money, this is only for real men, not wimps like you - he boasted. Widening his chest with mockery.

I could only press my lips together in anger before leaving his room to lock myself in mine. I felt so much annoyance, anger and rage at that moment, but what could I do? He was older and even worse. He would go to the concert.

Defeated, I sat on the bed. For a while I was crestfallen until I felt my cell phone buzz, I picked it up to see the loading screen, as if it had just updated. Once it was back to normal, I couldn't help but notice that there was a new app called "Possess".

I opened it right away, noticing the slightly odd interface and the app's instructions, "Possess whoever you want. Select the data."

There was a section to enter my data and the other person's data. I felt ridiculous, I even thought it was a virus, although curiosity called me to give it a try. I filled in both fields and clicked on the button that said "Own", it stayed loading.

And nothing happened in a minute, I clicked the button again to get the same result over and over again.

Annoyed, I threw my phone across the room, to close my eyes, tired and annoyed at not being able to go to the concert of my dreams.

The next morning, I felt very different. Heavy... yet strangely invigorated, I opened my eyes, confused as I looked around, I was no longer in my room but my brother's room. It smelled of sweat, there were sports posters, cars and so on on the walls, a typical sportsman's room. I stood up confused.

– Chris?... - I mumbled. Noticing my new baritone. I looked down, only to find my brother's big muscles that now seemed to be mine – Oh fuck!

I couldn't help but scream. I began to explore my new body, caressing my pecs and abs, my huge biceps. God, he was huge!

I smiled in satisfaction at my new body, I even felt the outline of my new member, my unhappy brother certainly got the best genes.

I was still lost in that exploration of myself, with my new smell, I think I could spend hours smelling myself... but then I remembered the concert, now I could go and there would be nothing to stop me!

Without waiting a second longer, I started getting dressed up for the festival, I would have liked to wear some revealing and tight fitting clothes on my older brother's body... but there was nothing in his closet that would stick to that fantasy, so I just put on some jogger pants, and a sweatshirt tied at the waist, I looked kind of silly.... But hey.

My brother's body was hot, who cared if he looked ridiculous, you better see the size of these pecs!

I also put on some sunglasses and painted my new body with neon paint. Once I was ready, I took my brother's car to go straight to the festival. I thought it would be hard to learn how to drive, but the moment I touched the steering wheel, it was like an automatic knowing it.

I felt a strange thrill akin to excitement as they scanned my ticket and let me in, the music booming loudly. There were thousands and thousands of people in outlandish costumes, dancing or just chatting.

My heart was pounding. For some reason, I felt small and misfit, even being in such a huge body; it wasn't long before several people started noticing me, and smiling at me.

They were looking at me. They were... Flirting? For some reason, that seemed to be an adrenaline rush to boost my confidence. I stuck out my chest in a self-centered way, moving through the crowd, smiling at the occasional guy who kept overlooking my body. Gosh... it felt so good to be this muscular.

The rest of the evening and day I did nothing but dance, listen to the music and admire my new attributes from time to time. Caressing my pecs, or feeling my arms.

Or my scent, it took all my willpower not to start sniffing and licking my armpits right there. Although, what if I did? Others would surely be attracted to all the acting of this body, after all, I now had the physique of a god.

I also loved to notice how other guys tried to flirt with me, carelessly squeezing my biceps or directly staying inches away from my lips with theirs, one even almost sniffed my armpit under the pretext that it was a joke!

The music was vibrating loudly, every now and then I would raise my arms to make them flex, seemingly dancing. Everything felt great, the attention, the music, the smell!

Believe it or not, so many guys dancing for hours on end really put a stink in the air. But fuck... It didn't bother me, I loved it. I could feel my brother's relief stiffen every time the smell hit my nose. Maybe my brother's body could be straight with him in control, but with me controlling him...

At first I tried to restrain myself and show "respect" to his body, it had already been crossing a boundary to have stolen the festival experience from him and become him. Although that feeling lasted for at least about 10 minutes before I remembered all the hell he was making me live through on a daily basis - 《 Fuck it, what does it matter if I do something that affects him? It's my turn to enjoy 》

I could feel the stares of several guys. Some muscular, others slim or with defined bodies, but they all shared one thing: They were ogling this body.

I smiled egocentrically, raised my arms to flex them, swelling my big, strong biceps. It was like making them drool.

Although in that process, I could smell something... heck. I forgot to put on deodorant. My brother had a very strong, musky, potent scent that immediately made me gasp when I smelled it. I lifted my armpit, and unable to contain myself any longer, I began to sniff and lick it, enjoying the stench of my new body.

This seemed to disgust some of the guys, but others were even more interested by this act. In a matter of mere seconds, I had at least seven guys of all complexions surrounding me, taking a bit of advantage of the darkness in the area to move their hands all over my muscles.

One was on my relief, another took my pecs, another my buttocks, even my arms and abdomen, it was as if no inch of my body was left unattended.

But, hey... This body belongs to a god. And it deserves to be worshipped. So if they want to play, let them play. I don't give a fuck if someone records and they notice my "brother" behaving like this. It's my body now. And if I want him to be addicted to flexing his arms and smelling his own scent, so be it.

I closed my eyes, lost in all that adrenaline until I heard a familiar voice.

–Chris?!?

Shit. I opened my eyes quickly to meet the gaze of Mauricio, one of my brother's best friends, I was about to get nervous. But I preferred to put on an indifferent and cold face.

– Sup, bro? - I lifted my armpits a little more so that my new admirers would continue in despair. Which caused commotion in the guy.

Mauricio was certainly cute, a little dark, strong and huge... and apparently his suit left nothing to the imagination, he didn't even look like one of those typical "straight" suits that were simply a sport shirt. He was wearing a denim suit, tight and flashy. He looked so good...

– What the fuck, dude? You didn't answer your cell phone for hours! And what are you doing!

He clearly looked upset, but I just smiled arrogantly at him.

– Well, I had other plans. Sorry I didn't call, I guess. Don't be so dramatic - I let out a deep laugh.

– Are you on drugs? What's wrong with you? Hey! What with Samantha!?

Ah, so that's the name of the new girl my brother has a crush on, interesting to know now.

– Nah, bro. I'm completely lucid, and I don't know. I think I like men more now - I smiled –And from what I see, maybe you do too.

I lowered my gaze, pointing to the relief forming on his face. The sportsman immediately covered himself up; I was loving the whole performance, although it seemed that my new admirers got bored because little by little they ended up dispersing until there were none left.

I took advantage of that to shorten the distance, immediately approaching to cling to his contour.

– Bro! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

– I don't know, dude. Maybe I realized that you are very hot - I murmured to finally kiss him with intensity, it was inconclusive until he ended up kissing me again. I felt how he grabbed me by the waist to stick me to him.

– Chris... - he murmured panting. I moved closer to him to lift his armpit and start sniffing it, it smelled even better than my brother's...

– What? - I said still nonchalantly.

All that adrenaline was taking me through the roof, I could feel the outline of my brother's armpit against his underwear and leave it a little damp. I didn't care if it ruined his friendship with Mauricio, if his other friends or his social circle found out. Fuck, if his college found out about all this, even better.

God, it's so cool to be my big brother!

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[dumbgoondog]

From GN!AFAB!Reader, Choco on caramel and coffee in a white bowl!!! For Yujjiiiii x3

Curse!Yuji Sundae

Chocolate on caramel and coffee, in a white bowl. GN!AFAB!Reader. Cursed Spirit AU where reader is kidnapped and being owned by Curse!Yuji, and you two are about to get it on for the first time.

Cw/Tw - Kidnapping. Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, blood, dub con, non human D, unprotected p in v, slight breeding kink mention, toxic, Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

Started out as thoughts and then kinda became a fic, oops. Curse!Yuji is making me rethink the Yuji alphabet, so I might redo that.

Yuji, who despite everything, couldn’t stand the thought of a moment without you. Even if you began to hate him, he needed you to see him. He wanted to take care of you.

Yuji, who said nothing to his grand uncle and snuck out to collect you. The way you struggled but were so warm against him and he was holding you for the first time too! His heart felt like it would explode from his chest.

Yuji, taking you back to the web, and bringing you to his burrow and room, making a web shackle and locking you in with him.

Yuji, not knowing what to do from here so he just sits and stares watching you panic and struggle the way the blood that made a shallow pool in the bottom of the room sloshes around you. Yuji who listens to your every plea and shout of anger, noting how you flip between them so drastically but Yuji never responds.

Yuji sits there for hours, watching you ride out the adrenaline, struggling and trying everything you can to get freedom. Yuji watches you cry and beg and Yuji can’t help but feel mesmerized.

Finally you pass out. Yuji doesn’t understand, well actually he does, he’s just in denial about it right now. Maybe he could ask someone else for advice?

Yuji who leaves after putting a blanket over you to go find someone… Sukuna maybe? What about Mahito? Choso?

Yuji who definitely starts to feel the guilt kick in and starts getting stuff to make you food and other comforting things.

Yuji who’s waiting in the dark corner of his room when you wake and scared the shit out of you.

Yuji who puts his lower hands up his eyes widening and he begins to ramble, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I have to! I won’t hurt you, I promise! Please I’m so sorry, please don’t yell!”

Yuji who’s trying so hard to convince you that he’s your friend that you both can be such good friends, that he got you new clothes and food!

Yuji who’s honestly really excited to dress you up in clothes he picked out.

Yuji who lets you panic and struggle against your shackles but he’s patient and you’re still so tired.

Yuji who comes forward with your food but stops as you tell him to stay away from you, so he continues to try and console you, “I promise I won’t eat you! I’m trying to help you! I got you food and clothes! I’m sorry I know this is scary but trust me! I’m your friend!”

—

Yuji who’s had you for a nearly a year now.

Sukuna has finally met you now, Mahito, Choso, and the others know about you too now! Though they haven’t met you because Yuji is just a bit protective and possessive.

Yuji who’s gained enough trust now to give you your food and bring you gifts. He’s a bit worried you might try to escape with the gifts though…

Yuji got you a pool float bed, so that you don’t have to sit and lay in the blood of his room. Yuji loves watch you Bob around on it as you sleep your ankle lightly tugging you back to the corner so you don’t just float all around the room.

Yuji also got a dresser for all of your clothes he’s been getting you, and he’s even asked which ones you like the most so he can get more of that style.

Yuji who when you’re in a good mood gets to talk to you! If he’s not careful though some topics will remind you of things and you get sad and clam up.

Yuji who even got you to start calling him by his name! And recently every time you say it his heart flutters and he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

Yuji also loves that sometimes you’ll sleep deep enough that he can come over and brush your hair as you sleep. Yuji loves that so much, it’s so wholesome and domestic that he forgets you two aren’t together.

Yuji who has started jerking off to you as you sleep and his pathetic little whimpers and apologetic pleas. Once you woke up and pretended to sleep to listen to him. Never once has he touched you or cum on you during it though. He always sits in his web in the corner.

Yuji who after he does that, every time without fail, brings you gifts. Your favorite snacks, a new book, new clothes, something to decorate your corner, anything.

Yuji who doesn’t know that you’ve been beating yourself up because you have slowly been growing to LIKE him. Your captor. The MONSTER, holding you captive for how long now? A few months? A year? You can’t tell time in here.

Yuji who’s noticed that you’ve been flipping back and forth between being open with him and hostile like the beginning and he doesn’t understand WHY.

Yuji who despite your flippant behavior is still being as sweet as possible and offers to finally take you to see the neighborhood… as long as you wear cuffs one side on you and the other to him.

Yuji who’s surprised when you say no, and ask for a clock. Who is he to deny you though? Yuji just wants you to be happy here with him.

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Yuji didn’t mean to walk in on you but he’s frozen watching you. Your fingers slipping between wet folds playing with your clit and tugging it slightly before sliding down to your entrance to tease. The breathy sounds, the whimpers, he wanted to paint a picture because how could something so amazing exist?

The way your body shook and twitched, at such light touches, the noises that spilled from your lips the chimes of the heavens. How you laid on your side legs pulled to your chest, a hand snaked between your thighs playing with those pretty puffy wet folds, the creamy arousal dripping from you. The icing on the cake, the big sweater you’re holding, HIS sweater.

Yuji wants to move to get a better view, to come closer to you, to touch even! His legs won’t move though, and every word is caught in his throat. There’s a tightness in his pants that makes him squeeze his eyes shut from how hard he was getting just watching you.

You on the other hand, huff and pant having given up over a month ago on holding onto dignity. You knew it was your brain becoming victim to Stockholm, trying to help you make best of the situation, but at the same time could you not be delusional and enjoy this for your own sanity? So what if it was delusional, maybe things could get better, become healthy even!

For now though, you chase pleasure, his moans from lonesome nights guiding you in your fingers dance through draperies to your home. You imagine his embrace, hands touching along you so sweetly, nervously even. His whimpers against you and how his hands would feel against you, and pushing into you.

You gasp finally slipping a finger in, lips quivering from what felt like hours of teasing, a sweet song singing from them, “a-ah~! Yuji!”

Yuji straightens. He heard you, correctly right? You just moaned HIS name right?

He swallows a hand moving to his pants tugging them down just enough to free his cock. He bites his lip holding back a whimper as he twitches and takes himself into his hand pulling back the foreskin and starting to stroke his length as it twists and curls around his fist.

He’s trying to match your pace, and as much as your fingers go in the same amount he strokes of himself. You’re whimpering trying to pick up the pace, that high so far but so close if you can just find the right rope to climb. Both of you coming more undone the more you both touch and languish in the pleasures of the body.

Finally Yuji can’t hold back a gasp, and you jolt to cover yourself and hide the sweater. He jolts as well seeing you jerk up and see him, much like you he’s trying to cover himself and you’re both stammering for words. Finally he speaks up, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to peep or perv on you- I got back early and you said my name- you looked so lovely- I’m so sorry-“

“No no- I- Yuji-“ you stammer embarrassed flushed, and sweaty. You were getting so close but now you had a chance for something better. Swallowing you glance down and murmur, “Please… please help me finish, Yuji.”

Yuji snaps his gaze back to you eyes widening and he opens his mouth just to close it again. Almost to excitedly, he’s pushing into the blood and wading through to get to your pool float. You sit up a bit startled by how quickly he’s moving but relax a bit when he stops at the edge waiting for your permission first.

You nod and he crawls on moving to loom over you, you glance down eye widening seeing the tentacle writhing between your legs. It’s slightly glowing with a wine color and dripping pre- blood? You’re not sure. The tip reaches down and licks up your folds with a shaky nervousness.

Both of you shudder, and you reach up to push him off getting a small surprised and sad noise from the curse. You push him onto his back and Yuji’s eyes widen as you straddle him rubbing his length between your folds. Both of his hands fly to your hips and his tip curls around your clit squeezing and rubbing it.

Again you both tremble in pleasure but you lift your hips and his eager length follows with the tip tracing to your entrance. You roll your hips teasing him in, giving shaky breaths and he’s squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise his chest rising and falling with very quick breaths. You push down more and more and he’s shaking choking on the pleasure, you can tell he’s holding back but how long will that last?

Not long is the answer, because once he reaches full hilt inside of you he’s lifting your hips up and bringing them down to meet his again midway. You gasp and squeeze in pleasure and slight pain, still relishing in the full feeling of him inside you, but he’s to eager. His hips are smacking up into you feverishly, he’s panting and moaning as you lean over gasping, “Y-yuujjii~! Slow! Slow down!”

“C-can’t! You feel too good! So wet, so tight-“ Yuji pants thrusting and squeezing at your ass trying to milk you for all of your noises and the lovely creaminess of your cunt. You both are still riding the pleasure from the solo so it’s not taking much for both of you to get back to the high again. Yuji’s second set of arms wrap around you and pull you in tight as he starts kissing up your neck, “Fuck- I feel- I feel so good, please- please I wanna cum in you so badly!”

You gasp at the words, the kisses, his warm embrace- and cum hard. Squeezing and fluttering you cry out in pleasure and he gasp milking your orgasm until he can’t hold it in. He pulls out and you can feel his length squirm and rut up against your ass as thick hot ropes of cum spurt onto your back.

Finally you both are twitching and panting, sticky and messy. You close your eyes, deciding to ignore any talks that would need to be had or things to think about for now focusing on rest. Which Yuji is happy for because you’re falling asleep on top of him, and he can protect you so good like this.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Barnes Bakes Chapter 5

A request that turned into a short story. * mudak: moron or blowhard in Russian

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The next Sunday was the day before Veterans’ Day, so both Bucky and Y/N had Monday off, and they used that to their advantage as they ate the new treat she had made that week, a lemon curd tart, and drank a limoncello to go along with it.  The limoncello didn’t do much to Bucky, but after two glasses Y/N was tipsy, which made her a lot more flirty and touchy with him.  

“Alright, sweet pea, your turn,” Y/N giggled.  “Who is your real life hall pass?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky shook his head, taking the shot in front of him.  

“Oh come on!” she whined.  “That’s not fair!  I’ve been answering every question–”

“No you haven’t,” Bucky laughed.  “You wouldn’t say what your craziest sexual experience was!”

“Because you couldn’t handle it,” she said seductively, winking at him.  He rolled his eyes at her.  “Come on, please?” she begged, leaning over and pushing his metal arm.  “Who is it?”

“Y/N–”

“Just say it,” she said.  

“No,” he shook his head.  Y/N gave him a half-hearted glare, then a mischievous grin grew on her face.  “What’s that look?” he asked, frowning at her.  Suddenly she pounced on him, straddling his lap as her fingers tickled at his neck.  Bucky yelped, toppling out of the chair and onto the floor with her still on top of him.

“Say it!” she squealed as he tried to swipe her hands away.  “Say it, sweet pea!”

“Y/N stop, ah!” he laughed, trying to be careful to not hurt her even as his body tensed up from being tickled for the first time in years.  

Her hands moved quickly from his neck to his armpits, then down his sides, which made him laugh even harder.  “Who knew the White Wolf was so ticklish, huh?” she teased him.  “Say it and I’ll stop!”

“Y/N, it’s…oh my god fine!  It’s you!” he said, trying to twist away but unable to with her sat so squarely on his core.  Her hands froze by his hips, her eyes widening as she looked down at him.  Her smile slowly slipped off her face and Bucky tensed up with anxiety.  He should have fought her off, made her stop sooner, now he’d ruined things.  He bit his lip and shut his eyes.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s…it’s okay,” she said quietly.  He felt her hands leave him, but she didn’t get up.  He slowly opened his eyes to look up at her just as she leaned forward to hover over him and put herself at eye level with him.  Her eyes flickered over his face, then she nuzzled his nose.  “You want me?” she whispered.

Bucky couldn’t tell what was happening, his own eyes widening at how close she was and how serious she was acting.  He slowly nodded, making her smile come back.  Her gaze moved to his lips, and she closed the distance between them and kissed him.  Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed her back hesitantly.  Alarm bells were going off in his head.  You just got out of a relationship a few months ago.  You’re gone all of the time for missions.  She’s busy with the bakery.  You’re neighbors, what if it doesn't work out?  She’s friends with your friends now… Then her hands cupped his face gently, she angled her head and deepened the kiss and let out a short, low hum that almost sounded like a whimper, and he was done for.

Fuck it, he thought as he kissed her back firmly, his hands wrapping around her back and holding her close.  She let out a surprised sound that he quickly covered with his mouth.  He licked at her lips, and she gladly granted him access to her tongue.  Her hips pressed harder against his core, and he moaned at the feeling as his cock hardened beneath her, the pressure making his abs tense with anticipation.  His hands slipped down her back, squeezing her hips before reaching down and gripping her large ass cheeks that he couldn’t fit in his hands.  He kneaded the flesh there then pulled her harder against his groin.

Y/N giggled against his mouth and broke the kiss, sitting up so she sat on his lap again, her hands keeping herself up on his chest.  She smirked as she rolled her hips over him, and his eyes rolled back at the way his cock dragged through her slit, even with all the fabric in the way.  “You wanna fuck me, sweet pea?” she asked teasingly.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky groaned, his hands pushing her ass to keep moving over him.  “Please doll?  Can I?”  

Her face twisted into a look of pure desire, and she nodded as she scratched down his chest.  “Yes,” she breathed.

Bucky didn’t need to hear anything else.  He pushed himself up, heaving her up into his arms.  She shrieked as he carried her to her room, her arms and legs wrapping around him so she wouldn’t fall.  She started kissing and sucking at his neck, making him shudder at how good it felt before he entered her room and quickly laid her on her bed.  He pulled away and tugged his shirt off before rucking up her dress.  Y/N helped him as she maneuvered her body for him to slip it up and off of her, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  He immediately touched her breasts, leaning down and moaning as he kissed, licked and sucked at them, the squishiness and fullness of them making him almost delirious as he shoved them together and stuck his face between them.

“So soft,” he said breathlessly.  “Good god, babydoll.”

“Babydoll?” she asked.  “I like that.”

He looked up at her and smirked as she watched him suck her nipple into his mouth.  Y/N moaned as her nipple pebbled under his touch, her hands going back to his hair, keeping him close to her chest.  He used his free hand to undo his pants then shove them and his underwear down, kicking them off wildly.  Once his cock was free he humped against her still-clothed core, his precum and her arousal making her panties wet.  Her hands tugged at his hair, the dull pain making him moan against her chest.  “Do we need anything?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N said.  

“Thank god,” he grunted before pulling away.  His metal fingers slid along the rim of her panties before grasping them tight and ripping them away from her.  Y/N gasped and looked at him with an incredulous expression, a wry smile creeping on her lips.  Bucky stared at her now naked pussy, already wet and throbbing.  “Fuck, babydoll,” he groaned.  “Look at this pretty, chubby pussy.”  His hands moved to caress her thighs, up over her hips and kneading the rolls on her stomach.  “Everything is so soft and curvy.”  His hands moved back down as he moved himself backwards until he could lay down and come face to face with her core.  “Do you taste as sweet as you look?”

Bucky hoisted her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her thighs down as he leaned in and gave her slit a long, broad lick with his tongue.  She gasped and gripped his wrists, her hips already starting to tremble.  He took his time kissing, sucking and licking at her, finding her clit and lapping at it slowly, wanting to taste every inch of her and pull her apart.  Y/N’s gasps and whimpers egged him on, her legs looping behind his head and holding him tightly between her legs as her hips rut against his face.  He sucked on her clit with a loud, slurping sound, his cheeks hollowing as his lips puckered around it completely.  She whimpered and then shuddered, her grip on his wrists tightening impressively as she started cumming, painting his mouth and chin with her cum.

He moaned loudly, licking up what he could as his hold on her thighs was sure to leave bruises in the morning.  He continued to lick at her, making out with her pussy then focusing on her clit again.  “Buck, I, mmh!” she moaned, one of her hands moving down to try and push him away.  “I’m so sensitive, please, I can’t!”

“You can,” Bucky said lowly, speaking against her pussy lips.  “Give me another one, babydoll.  I can’t just have one taste.”

Y/N’s fingers scratched into his hair, her hips trying but failing to twist away from the onslaught of his tongue.  He doubled his efforts, pulling himself up so his mouth almost engulfed her slit.  His eyes were nearly rolling at the wetness still leaking from her that he would use to lube her clit, then suck it into his mouth again.  Her breaths staggered, her stomach flinching and making her body shake as he built the pressure again.  Without warning she came again with a scream, even more cum gushing from her.  Bucky groaned again as he swallowed what he could catch, his eyes closing as he let himself get lost in the quivering of her thighs against his face and the smell and taste of her cunt.

When he finished he stared at her pussy again for a moment, catching his breath before releasing her legs and pulling himself up to hover over her.  Y/N’s head was lolled to the side, her chest heaving heavy breaths as her hand went limp from his hair and fell on the bed next to her.  Bucky chuckled at her expression, his metal hand gripping her chin and pulling her face up straight so he could kiss her with her cum all over his mouth.  “So sweet,” he murmured against her lips.  “Almost as sweet as your treats.”

She giggled, licking at his lips and humming at the taste of herself.  “Can I have a taste?” she asked, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Yes please,” Bucky groaned.  He pulled away and laid back on the bed next to her as she hoisted herself up then slotted between his legs.  She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly pumping him as her free hand felt along his chest and down his abs, ogling his body appreciatively before feeling down the “V” of his hips.  Her touch was like an electric current, sending tingles down his body as her fingers traversed his skin almost reverently.  She leaned down and licked at the head of his cock, and he shivered at the sensation.  Her licks became more insistent, then she opened her mouth wide and took him deep in her mouth, her tongue still feeling along the underside of his shaft until he hit the back of her throat.  “Fuck!  Oh god, babydoll!” he whimpered.  

Y/N hummed, the sound vibrating around his cock deliciously.  She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard as she pulled back up off of him, releasing the tip from her lips with a loud pop.  “You’re so yummy, sweet pea,” she complimented him.  “Such a pretty cock.  Feels so good on my tongue.”

He didn’t get a chance to say anything before she dipped her head back down and took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on him as her one hand held the base of his shaft upright and her other hand moved down to his balls, rolling them in her palm and between her fingers, adding even more intense pleasure to the experience.  His eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help but compare this with his last relationship.  His ex-girlfriend would barely suck him off, gagged excessively and wouldn’t dare even go near his balls.  It was a chore for her.  Y/N seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking and licking him languidly then randomly switching it up and loving on the tip of his cock while her hand would twist at the wrist and stroke him perfectly.  Her fingers at his balls slightly moved down and rubbed along his perineal area, massaging it while she cupped his balls in her palm.  That had never happened before, and he tensed slightly, feeling a weird mix of uncertainty but pleasure from it.  Then her fingers reached his asshole, massaging along the rim.

“Y/N, baby, I’ve never, mmmh,” he tried to steady his breathing.  “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“That’s okay, sweet pea,” Y/N giggled, licking at the slit in the tip of his cock.  “Maybe someday.”  She moved her fingers away and squeezed his balls as she sucked harshly at the head while her tongue laved at the underside of it.

“Holy shit!  Babydoll, I-I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, his hands cupping both sides of her face.

“Do you wanna cum in my mouth?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Oh my god,” he groaned.  “Yes, but…” his gaze met hers and he let out a shuddered breath.  She looked so pretty like this, her spit combining with his precum and leaving a thread connected between his cock and her lips, her eyes slightly glossy with how much she had been holding back from gagging on him, and yet she looked so pleased with herself.  He smirked.  “Maybe someday,” he said.

Y/N smiled knowingly.  “Whatever you want, sweet pea,” she said, giving him a few more good strokes before sitting up.  “You gonna fuck me?”

He nodded and pulled her back onto the bed, climbing over her once again.  He kissed her deeply as he pumped himself a couple of times before lining up with her entrance.  He slowly started to push inside, but then she hooked her ankles behind his ass and pulled him all the way into her pussy in one hard thrust.  He buckled at the sudden movement, her pussy swallowing him whole.  It was overwhelming how good she felt around him, and he tensed every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming too fast.  Bucky grunted and nuzzled her face as Y/N let out a high pitched whine.  “Babydoll…” he said, his own voice sounding like a deep whine.  “What are you tryna do, kill me?  Fucking hell.”

“Got me throbbing from how good you ate me out, Bucky, I couldn’t wait anymore,” she said desperately.  “You feel so fucking good, sweet pea.  Please fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at her in astonishment.  She was looking at him like he hung the stars, making it all the more intimate.  No one he had ever been with before looked at him like that, worshipped his body like she did, accepted his personally perceived flaws as easily as she did.  His metal hand cupped the side of her face gently, and she leaned her face further into it with a soft smile, turning her head and kissing his palm.  “My babydoll,” he whispered, his thumb sweeping across her cheekbone.  He kissed her again and rolled his hips into her, pulling a low hum from her mouth.  “My Y/N.”

Y/N inhaled shakily, nodding against his mouth.  “Yours,” she whispered, then nibbled at his lower lip.  “My sweet pea.”

Bucky smiled and kissed her again before rolling his hips into her.  He set a steady pace at first, adjusting to the feeling of being inside her.  He wouldn’t admit it to himself before, but he had woken up from dreams of doing this very thing with her multiple times.  He had dreamt of what her kisses tasted like, what her pussy tasted like, how her mouth would feel on his cock, how she would feel with him fucking deep into her, and yet none of those dreams did justice to the real thing.  With the sweetest noises falling from her lips egging him on, his cock felt so sensitive after she had nearly made him cum earlier that after a few minutes of thrusting when her pussy contracted around him he whimpered.

“You gonna cum, babydoll?” he whispered in her ear.  

“Y-yeah,” she nodded, her voice getting interrupted with the speed and force of his thrusts.  Her hand moved from his lower back to in between them, her fingers rubbing at her clit quickly.  “Can you fuck me harder, sweet pea?  Hard and fast?”

“Jesus,” Bucky huffed.  “Yes, ma’am.”  She giggled at the nickname and he shifted on his knees to give himself more leverage before he started pounding into her.  She gasped, her fingers rubbing and flicking faster on her clit, her other hand scratching down his back, pulling another grunt from his chest.  “That’s it, babydoll,” he said, his hands looping over her shoulders from behind to keep her still as he fucked her.  “Let me have it.  Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she said breathlessly, her face pinched into a lustful frown.  “I’m gonna cum!”

“Wherever I want?” Bucky chuckled.  “Fuck yes.  Cum, Y/N…cum!”

She twitched under him, her middle finger flicking her clit fast, then stiffened as she screamed, cumming and gushing on his cock.  Her pussy gripped him impossibly tight, and Bucky shuddered above her, holding off his release until the waves of her orgasm lessened.  He fucked her through it then sat up and pulled out of her.  “Fuck, baby…doll…mmh!” he stroked himself, his breathing getting heavy and faster, then he slapped her clit with his cock and came with a loud groan, the long ropey spurts of cum coating her pussy and up her stomach.  “Oh baby,” he moaned when he finally finished.  He rubbed the head of his cock on her clit, making her twitch and gasp.  “You look so pretty like this. Covered in my cum.”  He took her hand and set it on her stomach, then held her wrist to make her fingers run through it.  

Y/N hummed as she watched her fingers move through the warm stickiness.  “Well now I’ve gotta get cleaned up,” she said as she sighed.  “You wanna take a shower?”

Bucky was almost instantly hard again.  He smirked at her before getting off the bed then lifting her bridal style.  She yelped as he picked her up and walked her over to the bathroom.  “Yes ma’am.”

***

 They fucked over and over again that night until Y/N passed out from exhaustion.  Bucky fell asleep and woke up in the same position, wrapped around her body with his face nuzzling her breasts.  He looked up at her, smiling at her face being squished against her pillow, her deep breaths fanning along the top of his hair.  He couldn’t believe what had happened the night before.  It all seemed like a dream.  She stirred in her sleep and held him close against her chest, her hand running through his hair.  Just as he thought he could go back to sleep for a while longer his heart jumped, and a flare of anxiety felt like ice in his veins.  What did this mean?  What were they now?  Last night had surely ruined their friendship, a friendship that he cherished.  Why was he so stupid?  Why couldn’t he have said somebody’s else’s name for their little game?  

He started to panic and felt the need to get away.  He pulled himself away and out of her embrace slowly, trying not to wake her up.  He slipped out of the bed and gathered his clothes up, quickly putting them on and silently leaving her bedroom.  As he was getting his shoes on and slipping his jacket on her door opened and she walked out in her robe.

“Hey, did you want–” Y/N stopped when she saw what he was doing.  Bucky froze.  He was sure his guilt and shame shone bright on his face.  “Oh, you’re leaving?” she asked.  As much as he could tell that she tried not to show it hurt, he could see it did and it made him grimace.

“Uh, yeah, um…” he stuttered.  “I…I had a lot of fun last night–”

Y/N’s face hardened, and she crossed her arms in front of herself and leaned her hip against the kitchen counter.  She sighed heavily, her jaw ticking in anger as her frown deepened, but it was the fire in her eyes that scared him the most.  “So you fuck me, praise me, talk about claiming me, and then try to slip out the next morning and say the classic ‘I had fun last night’ speech to me?”  Bucky’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly.  He knew he fucked up, but had no way to explain himself.  Y/N shook her head disappointedly then closed her eyes.  “Get out,” she grumbled.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, walking toward her.  “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you–”

“I said get out,” she said, more firmly and loudly.

“Babydoll–”

“No!” she yelled, opening her eyes and standing tall, walking up to him.  “You don’t get to call me that.  You lied.  I’m not your babydoll.  Fuck off and get out of my house.”  He stared at her in shock as she walked around him to the front door and opened it, gesturing for him to leave.  “Congratulations on getting what you wanted from me.  Now leave!”

Bucky’s heart broke, and the only person he had to blame was himself.  He slowly walked to the front door, fighting back his tears as he walked over the threshold.  He turned to look at her.  “Y/N–”

She gave him a scathing glare and then slammed the door in his face.  He stared at the door for a moment, then trudged back into his apartment.  He made it to his bedroom before breaking down into sobs.  He felt so stupid and unworthy of her.  And now because of his own personal issues he had hurt her, losing one of the few bright lights in his life that he had since he’d been freed from the Winter Soldier programming.  He cried heavily for what felt like hours.  Why couldn’t he have just chilled out?  Been honest?  Now he’d made it all so dramatic, and Y/N didn’t do drama.  

@wintrsoldrluvr @greatenthusiasttidalwave @itsteambarnes @440mxs-wife

[coffeecat1983]

@bberetd @dreamyluigi

Okay so this is different from my other SPM works, in this, L is aware of Luigi and everything going on with the bros. Heavily inspired by Stephen King's Dreamcatcher, a novel and movie I hold dear to my heart.

Caution for suggestive themes and dialog.

   It was with a low grumble that Mr. L finally stopped his work on Brobot, opting to take a break from the intense work. Seeing that he was alone, he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.    He knew this body wasn't his, the original owner was trapped with him, tucked neatly away behind a mental wall that he couldn't escape from. Focusing, L dove into his, their, mind. Sauntering amid the library stacks of memories he couldn't help but smirk when he heard the soft whimpering. Turning the corner he grinned at the figure that was curled up and quietly weeping behind the glowing barrier.      "Pathetic." he sneered. Ignoring his counterpart, L began to wander and look over the various books that served as memories. He would have picked some up, tore them apart, but touching certain ones had given him a nasty shock so he held back on his mood for destruction.    Leaving the stacks he turned his attention to an area that was bathed in red light.      "Now what could this be?"    The area was a small alcove with a mahogany chest tucked back against the wall, the red light casting an alluring glow. Setting foot in the light, L gasped as an intense feeling swept over him, making him break out into a sweat. He grabbed the wall as his head spun. Letting out a shuddering sigh, he savored the feeling that he recognized as intense lust. Regaining control of himself, he licked his lips as he eyed his new prize.      "Well now, it seems my host has a few naughty secrets." he purred, kneeling before the chest and cracking it open. Reaching in, his eyes glinted as he pulled out what was inside.

   Luigi sniffled and wiped at his eyes as footsteps were heard nearby. "P-Please, let me out!" he begged the figure in black.    L clicked his tongue as he leaned against the barrier. "No can do, wimp. This place is mine now. But more importantly, you've been hiding something, haven't you?" He grinned wickedly as he held something up. Fanning out the photos, he held them out like a dealer with a pack of cards.      "Sweet little Weege, so quiet, so innocent." he teased. "What would your dear friends and family think if they saw these?" He tossed a few and they slipped past the barrier, landing in front of Luigi. The other's eyes went wide as he saw them. His most intimate fantasies were now on the floor at his feet.    Holding Daisy, sliding her dress from her shoulders as he placed heated kisses on her neck.    The desire to sneak away, take her into the shadows and giving her endless pleasure...      "You naughty thing!" L scolded, holding up another set. He looked them over, grinning to himself. "A princess and a prince?" He began to flip them into the barrier, one by one.    Peasley whispering to him, drawing him away from the others and off to his private chambers.    Lost in his lover's arms as the two shared more than a few drinks, the stars the only ones watching as they made love under the night sky.    There was another snicker as L flipped though more of the photos. "Oh if your brother could see these. You have one very filthy mind for such a pathetic worm. I mean, really, your disgusting hero of a brother isn't that greedy, he only wants Peach." he tossed the photos down and Luigi scrambled to gather them all.      "G-Get out." Mr. L raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"    Luigi let out a sob. "GET OUT!" he screamed, doubling over as he clutched the photos to his chest. "Just... get away from me." his tears pattered on the ground as he cried. Mr. L scowled and turned away. He'd had his fun, now it was time to return to work.    He'd take down that meddlesome hero, then he'd find a way to purge that pest and claim his place in this body. He swore he would.

END By "CC"

heheheheheheh…. C1 with Weegee and E1 with Mr. Loser 👉🏾👈🏾

oh i can't turn down a boma request... hm. okay. so what's going on here exactly you might be asking

i don't know. maybe we should leave them alone .

[yourpalheapass]

Is it bad that I really want to be best buds with Meows Morales, spider-plush, Lego spider-man, and spider-cat in these Miguel O'Hara fanfictions like PLEASE? I need to be friends with them

[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

being surrounded by insecure jaded emotionally closed off teens who dont take anything seriously sure is emotionally conflicting like i hope y'all grow up to be better people but at the same time y'all are being assholes to teachers and saying slurs in the hallway you guys suck

[morrigan-sims]

Btw, if you ever see me post about a book/movie/game/ANYTHING, that is an open invitation to talk to me about it. Tell me your opinions, talk to me about your builds and characters for video games, scream at me about good or bad scenes in books, shows, or movies. (Or if there’s a book/movie/game/whatever that you think I’d like, TELL ME. Please give me recs.) There is nothing in the world I love more than talking about media of any kind (except for talking about my OCs but I know that’s a harder ask.)

Also, PLEASE tell me about your dnd characters. Make them in the sims and tag me in the post. Infodump and tag me. Infodump in my DMs. Ask for my Discord and message me there. I mean it. I am on my knees BEGGING for people to talk to me about not just things I love, but things YOU love.

Send me an ask (anon is ALWAYS on), a DM, ask for my Discord, anything. I swear on everything I hold dear that asks or DMs are never w bother. (/gen)

I’m always down to discuss plot, characters, mechanics, worldbuilding, any of it. TTRPGs/CRPGs and sci-fi/fantasy books + movies are the center of my wheelhouse, but honestly I just love having in-depth discussions about things. (Oh and I could (and have, much to my friends and family’s dismay) talk for HOURS about Black Sails.)

[the-way-astray]

holding out hope . . . don’t act like it’s set in stone . . . it’s not . . . yet . . .

(much ranting in the tags)

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I've realized I cannot be left to my own devices. Because I would be that dumb bitch to act on my impulsive thoughts when there's no one there to stop me.

I would probably buy a plane ticket to a random destination with no planning and not think about it, or randomly decide to roadtrip across state lines for no goddamn reason, or get a piercing or tattoo, impulsively.

Because I have very little impulse control. It's better when my friends are there, but not by much.

So I have come to a very serious conclusion:

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Never let me live alone.

[vaguenotions]

I know it's because I'm single and bitter. But I swear to fucking god if my roommate and his boyfriend don't stop talking about the messages they get on Grindr I might fucking explode.