#Softness for a hard day

[fandomsandfeminism]

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

[hyukascampfire]

GIFT WRAPPING ﹒ ､､ c.sb

it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it. ˒´-

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ρairings ˒ husband!soobin x reader

ɠ ; smut ˒ fluff

ωarnings ˒ breeding kink, soobin rlly wants to get reader pregnant, lactation kink, general smut, traditional roles, tradwife reader, whiny soobin, breast fondling, mentions of balls cause i know how some people feel abt that, they’re both whiny for each other, soobin’s big, and lmk if i missed anything!

✎୭ ashlynn's note this one’s at the request of my lovely @biteyoubiteme! i love you baby, and could not thank u more for giving me this gift. this was the best gift i could’ve gotten for christmas >.<‘ but yes, since we are always giggling over dad!txt, this one i dedicate to u!!!

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The best thing you’ve heard today is the jingling of keys at the front door.  

Soobin comes through the door with heavy, tired eyes. When the kids come tumbling down the hallway for him, they soften into something warm. Lifting one to pepper kisses over her face, and listening to the other tattle about something that’d happened earlier, his mouth tugs into a gentle smile. 

Dusting powdered sugar off your hands, you wait your turn. The scene falls over you like a dryer-warmed blanket. All you three had done today was wait for him to come home. When finally it’s you that he turns to, your heart flickers. 

The Christmas tree is up and in a stand, but it’s bare. You didn’t want to decorate it without him, as much as he told you he wouldn’t mind if you and the kids did. It’s not every Christmas eve that he works, but he’d been scheduled this year. You’d spent the whole day rolling out dough and slipping the kids some, even though you knew the sugar would wind them up, just to make the house feel less empty. 

And, wind them up it did. You took them outside, bundled up in thick cashmeres and puffy jackets, at one point, hoping they might work some of it out in the fluffy snow that’d fallen fresh on yesterday. It hadn’t worked, but watching them with pink cheeks and giggling was worth the while. Then, the three of you drug snow-wetted feet indoors to defrost, tugging off layers to accept the tingle of warm air against your numb skin. 

You wish he was there, too, though. 

Soobin reaches up to pull his tie loose from his neck as he comes to give you your greetings. He just manages to get it loose before taking your lips against his. 

With his hands steadying you by the hips and the counter at your back, you sigh out a soft breath. Your lips speak of your longing—the both of you. Slow and intimate tugging of lips and soothing, your lashes dust against your cheeks. He tastes like some peppermint candy he’d probably picked up on the way out of the office. Fingers still a bit cold from outside, he brings one hand up and cups your cheek, brushing a thumb up and down the flushed skin there.  

He smiles against your mouth and parts from you only to sprinkle sugary kisses over your face. They fall everywhere: a few over your cheeks, one just beside your mouth, and the last to your forehead. He cups your cheeks through each. When he pulls back and you think he’s done, he steals a quick peck for good measure. His hot-chocolate eyes catch yours once he’s done for real, nose crinkling. 

“Hi, baby,” he says. Your heart sings listening to his smooth timbre. It resonates through you and brushes down every last frayed nerve. “How did home treat you?” 

You reach behind yourself to tug your apron off. It’s a mess of flour and stray buttercream icing. “It’s Christmas eve,” you tell him. That’s answer enough. “How was work? Did you have a good day?” you say, smoothing your hands over the knitted sweater you’d swiped from his drawer. “We missed you.” 

His chest is like home against your back as he wraps you up in his frame. “Doesn’t matter; I’m home now. It’s a good day.” He murmurs his words into your hair. “Mmm. You smell good. Are all these cookies for me?” 

“You know who they’re for,” you say. The smile on your mouth is light and fluffy, like whipped cream. Sweet. You’d waited all day for this—for him. 

His arms encompass you, wrapped across your front like ribbons over a present. You can hear the lazy smile in his words.  “Were you baking all day waiting for me, beautiful?” 

With the weight and warmth of him against you, you let your head fall back on his chest. You hum. “I missed you so bad,” you say. 

“I know,” he says. Pressing a toasty kiss right into your neck where it’s bared to him, he adds, “I missed you too. Wish I was able to spend the whole day with you guys, not paperwork. But, it’s okay. I had my pretty wife here waiting for me.” Toward the tail-end, he hangs sweet suggestion over his words. 

Your cheeks go pink. Maybe you’ve got the heater up too high. It’s not usually this hard waiting for him to get home from work. You’ll usually be busy with your own stuff, so that time passes you by fast enough. And then, he’ll come home all tired, and you’ll finally get the kids to sleep and he’ll make slow, sweet love to you, and then the whole household goes quiet as you all knock out. But today... you found yourself missing him more. On Christmas eve, you’re all supposed to be together; spending the day sprawled over the couch with intertwined limbs and running through Christmas classics with bellies full of hot chocolate and candy canes.  

But, he’s here now. That’s all you can ask for. A full, content home. 

“The kids want to do the tree,” you say, curling your fingers over the warm skin of his forearm where he’s bunched the cuffs of his button-up to his elbows. “They waited very patiently all day.” You drag the word all out, because really... it’d felt just as long to you. Usually, you’d have had your tree up and laced with twinkling lights and ornaments two weeks ago, but you really wanted to wait until you could do it all together. 

“Well,” he says, leaving you with one last nip to the column of your neck before dragging himself off you. You miss the security of his arms almost pathetically quick. “Let’s get it decorated, then. Wouldn’t want to make you guys wait any longer.” 

Soobin departs to find the tubs of Christmas stuff, and you go to pull the kids from their playing. 

You can hardly help the excited little smile that finds its way to your mouth as you do. 

❅

The lights on the tree wink at you, a cozy warm white like ice crystals among green pine needles. Its branches dip under the weight of heavier bulbs. Starry silver and Santa red, and even those assorted ornaments that you’d let the kids pick out, shimmer in the low light. It’s serene and familiar, like the Christmases that you can only relive through orange, flickering memories of better times. Your chest aches in the good way, looking at it. 

All of you had put your touch to it, but mostly, you’d sat back and watched them all work, committing it to memory so that it might never go spotty—so that you can remember it years down the road, and use it like a dose of soothing balm when you no longer have this.

Now, you and Soobin just sit and admire it. In true Christmas fashion, you two had to wrangle the kids to bed. You raised your brows at them and warned them with the same old things you’d heard on Christmas night: Santa doesn’t stop by the houses of kids who don’t sleep, and he especially doesn’t stop for kids that don’t listen to their parents. That got them, warm in their jammies, dragging their feet to bed. Reluctantly, yes. But it did the job, and now it’s just you two.  

Your stomach does an excited flip as, in between his mindless smoothing over your skin, Soobin toys with the waistband of your plaid pajamas. Lifting your head from his chest, you look up at him. 

“Baby,” he says, taking that hand up and under your shirt. Running the warm, calloused tips of his fingers up the plane of your belly and then just under your breast, he says, “I missed you...” 

Sweet and slow, a familiar hunger kindles between your thighs just at the way he says it. You know when your doting husband needs you. Your heart tugs toward him—you need him just the same. Surrounded by the home you’ve made together, made lovely by the scent of Christmas, and in his safe arms, all you want is him. 

You tug yourself up from him and the cushions, sliding yourself over his lap so that your two thighs part around his waist and your heat meets his bulge. He’s hardened there already, strained against the fabric and hard against your clothed cunt even through the layers. Sucking in a breath, he supports the small of your back with two sturdy arms. 

“Missed you too, Binnie,” you mumble into his neck. You’d said it a few times already, but you think it still isn’t enough to convey what you feel. His hands come down to cup your ass, digging divots into it and pressing you into soft grinds down onto him a few times. Your skin prickles wherever he goes. 

When his hands find their way back to the elastic band of your bottoms, you lift your hips and let him tug them off you. It’s an awkward position, and you have to lend him a little help with those and your panties with a snort. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, laughing too. 

At a brush of your bare cunt against his cock as he frees it, stood proud between the space of you and against your belly, your smile gives way to soft gasp. The tip of him weeps with pearly beads from the slit. He takes it into his hand taps it against your bud a few times, his free hand at your back, and relishes in the twitching of your hips above him.  

With the warmth of his cock lined up with you, he pushes some of your hair out of your face and says, “Hate having to wait all day to see my pretty girl...” His chocolate eyes dart up and down between the sight of you just about to join bodies and your face. 

Sinking down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him anew, you hum agreement. You nestle him all the way down until the tip of him brushes just before the end of your depth, and then you give your hips a few rolls to let your insides adjust to his cock. Soobin’s big—no matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch. He doesn’t mind the wait; he sits patiently for you to adjust each time, running his hands up and down your hips just to touch you. 

You dig your knees into the cushions and lift yourself off his cock. You let him slip all the way up until the flared tip of him threatens to pop out, letting the moment linger there for a moment before dropping back down on him. His shoulders take the blunt of your weight as you fuck yourself up and down him. “I...wish you didn’t have to work that stupid job...” Your voice permeates the air, above the crackle of the fireplace and the soft smacks of your skin against his.  

His fingers dig into the soft curve of your waist where your shirt bunches. Each time you push yourself up, he helps, the corded muscles of his forearms twisting. It’s an intimate dance that the two of you have practiced and mastered, knowing when to give and to take without even the need for words. “I know,” he says, his voice taut. “But... I’m here now, baby. I’m here now. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Your chest feels full at that. You know he means it; he works so hard for you all. The couch cushions are abrasive against your knees, and your thighs burn with a terrible ache, but all that matters in this moment is how he sucks his lips into his mouth and lets his head fall back into the cushion at his back. He rocks his hips up to try and meet you. Each time you bring yourself down on him in a way that has his brow twitching or eyes screwing shut, you aim to find it again—in all of it, you hope he feels you thanking him. 

Lifting his head, he tugs your shirt up to watch your tits bounce along with you. Taking his palm over one, he says, “Fuck—miss when these were all full of milk. All heavy for me...” His thumb rolls a pert nipple. Shuddering around a chill, your chest jumps against his hand.  

Rather than controlled drags up and down his cock, you devolve into frantic rutting hips and whines. Each roll—back, forth, and in messy circles—nudges his twitching cock right up against that weak spot. Flame rolls in your belly and your thighs.  

When you’d been pregnant, your tits had swollen up to produce milk, and they’d never gone back down. Maybe a bit, but never back to what they’d been before pregnancy. Soobin loved it. Not that he hadn’t been content with your breasts before, but you think it was more that he was fascinated that it was him who did that to you. That he had filled you with his cum, and got you round and pregnant. When you’d first started leaking, it wasn’t even you who’d realized. You had been stood in the kitchen with a flimsy grey shirt tugged over your body. When you looked up to see what your husband was up to, his eyes were all glazed over and heavy on your chest, where your shirt had gone dark and wet around your nipples. Before you could hurry off with reddened cheeks to change, he’d pinned you against the counter by the hips to suckle the mess up himself. 

“Baby,” he says, voice coming from his throat a hoarse plead, “Beautiful, please, can you give me something for Christmas? Just one thing?” 

Hair on your neck damp, you nod frantically. Around his waist, your thighs twitch with exertion and each blazing brush of his cockhead against your gummy walls. You’d give him anything; you’d already grown two children for him. 

“You—gonna let me put another in you? Can I please get you all pregnant again?” he grits out, his hair falling out from its styling and over his rose-dusted cheeks. He looks at you heavy-lidded.  

Your cunt squeezes him, an answer before you can even form the words. It does a number on you, the way he says it. Because really, you do think that to Soobin, the greatest gift you could give him is to carry his children and to just continue to love him. It’s no different for you; you want nothing more. “Yes, please... I’ll give you as many as...you want, please, just...” 

The entirety of your pleading is not even out of your mouth before he’s pressing a strong arm across your back and laying you under him. The cushions accept your back lovingly. 

Soobin takes a moment to situate you two. He drags you down by the hips, closer to him, tugs your shirt fully off to let it flutter to the floor elsewhere, tugging his own off in the same fashion, and he pushes your mess of hair out of your face so that he can better see you. And then, melding the bare, warmed skin of your soft chest to his own hard one, he rolls his cock up into you. 

It’s slow and tender, like promises of love baked into each grind. He makes love to you in the form of open-mouthed kisses and puffs of breath fanning out over your skin when a deeper thrust has both of you shaken-limbed. In your ears, hot, he whispers filthy nothings. 

“Gonna knock my pretty girl up again,” he pants. “Want—you to go around wearing me, big and round. My wife. You look so pretty pregnant... Fuck..” The skin of his chest brushes up against your hardened nipple each time he fucks himself up to you, his hands everywhere as he can’t find where he wants to hold you most. Eventually, he settles on linking his fingers with yours above your head with one hand, and the other splayed over your belly. Right where your belly might be swollen, were you pregnant once more. “Right here... can’t wait—h-oh, shit. Do you want that, baby? Want to give me another?” 

Chest and belly tight, you can only manage a squeak and a nod. Through bleary eyes, you take in his face. The soft and masculine angles of his cheeks and jaw, his sweet brown eyes, his pinched brows... and all you feel is safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. His body cages you against the cushion, slung over you and delivering languid strokes, but you don’t feel trapped. Not one bit. In his arms, you feel untouchable. Secure beyond a doubt. 

Nowhere else, with nobody else, would you rather build a family. 

“Soobin, please,” you whine, welcome tears prickling at the corners of your eyes like snowmelt. “Want it so bad... I want it so bad....” Wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower spine, you urge him deeper.  

“Okay,” he says. The smacking of your skin punctures the serene air as he picks up the pace. He lets his head fall into your shoulder, stunted breaths falling out as his belly tenses. “Okay, love. Gonna fuck you full of my cum, n’ keep it in there so I know it takes... shit, gonna give you my cum now, okay?” 

Face screwed up, you try and roll yourself to meet him, to chase the tightness in your own belly, but he’s got you. With a few more hot stripes of his tongue over your tits and over your neck, and a few frantic nudges right into that spot he’s so familiar with, you go still and then break into full-body shakes. You press your mouth into his shoulder to obscure the sharp, sweet cry that comes rushing out along with your orgasm, worried about waking your sleeping kids. Your thighs twitch and shudder around him, some deep and innate part of your brain taking over through the fog to make sure he cums well and right into you. Fingers and toes curling and splaying through it, you allow yourself to fully feel the sweetness his cock gifts you with.  

You don’t doubt that he’ll get you pregnant, cumming in you. Soobin’s seed is heavy and potent. He could knock you up whenever he pleased; the last two times he’d done it, you were surprised how easily it took. Your insides twist up around him harder. 

“Fuck,” he half growls, half whines. “Fuck, fuck... Love you, baby... Love you so much...” 

He holds you to the couch, fucking you into it as his heavy balls smack against your bottom. And then, spewing murmured expletives and taking your face into a big hand of his to press frantic kisses to your cheek, his hips stutter. 

As promised, he spills his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what you want. It’s hot and thick against your gummy walls. He holds you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still. When you think he’s done rolling his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, he grinds harder.  

Soobin slumps over you, finally stilling. He does not pull out, nor unplug you, though. He wants to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it. His heart thunders a lovely song against your chest, and yours his. He runs long fingers through your hair mindlessly, the both of you basking in the slow fire as it burns through your veins and leaves you lazy. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles. 

Heart fuller, you hold him closer. “We have so much wrapping to do...” you mumble, trying to blink away your content sleepiness.  

He pushes himself off you just to say, “Don’t remind me.” His weight cradles you once more, running appreciative fingertips over your thighs as he says, “Just a little more.” 

Who are you to deny him that? You cherish the lines of his face, all soft in the yellowish glow of the tree’s light. Here, in his arms, you let yourself forget about that and anything else but the simple love buzzing in the air. 

“Just a little more,” you agree.  

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[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[cubbihue]

Does Timmy have any regrets about becoming a fairy? Does he ever wish he never done it? Or at least wait until he was older?

The closest Timmy's ever gotten to wishing he had never done it was when his wings were growing out. He immediately felt guilt when he remembered about Peri. Timmy doesn't believe in having regrets. The only way through is forward, and the only way out is up!

If presented with a redo, Timmy would do it all over in a heartbeat.

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[kingkatsuki]

Men that stroke their cocks to your most innocent selfies.

[smile-files]

i'm just a ragdolly... :)

[thehozziest]

Odysseus loves Penelope more than life itself but he would NEVER let her win at game night

[somnimagus]

My page for @destinytriofanzine! I drew something about kids always dreaming of far off places

[id in alt!]

[xochimillilili]

Desperately need to punish, yet reward a cute little puppy, give them what they deserve after being such a cute little tease towards me all day, finally coming home to use them like they were begging for

So don't get all whiny now my love, you were just being such a fucking tease all day, getting my cock throbbing at the sight of your gorgeous body. Only right for a cute slut like you to be treated and used~ Good precious boys like you are just made to be stripped and bent over~

What's that pup? You aren't ready yet? I'm not sure baby, your pretty cunt looks real drippy just from me slapping your throbbing clit. And I can tell that you got into your toys and stretched that cute little ass of yours to be ready for me to fuck. Seems you really were all needy for this all day you fucking preciously adorableee bitch in heat~

Awww, look at you~ My cute little puppy slut seems to have run out of big words, mmh? You're whining just like a little puppy should~ That's okay little one, you don't need words now, just relax and let me take care of you. You and I are just gonna have some extra fun before our usual evening cuddle n nap time my love. I know you've been waiting to be my precious cumslut fuck pet all day~

Let's see how fucking well you can take what you beg for then pup. That's it, good boy~ I'm so proud of you baby. I bet you'll become a shaking whimpering adorableee fucked out puppy soon enough. A pup can only only take so much pain and pleasure before getting all empty headed after all~

[heeambi]

˙ . ꒷ Birthday boy . 𖦹˙ .ᐟ

ENHYPEN .ᐟ

Pairing. bf!jake x f!reader

content. you wanted to give your boyfriend a “nice gift” for his birthday!

contains. Light BDSM, Bondage, Handcuffs, D/s, Graphic/Explicit sexaul content, Graphic language, Depictions of oral sex, Male point of view in the first person, not suitable for minors, creampie, dom!reader, sub!jake (if I'm missing anything, please Lmk)

Natty’s note. Feedback is appreciated, but please be polite. I'm a bit rusty at doing these kinds of things.

Word count. 1.7k

Y/n walked out of the bedroom in a beautiful laced outfit. It was his favorite color, too. Without telling him her plans, she soon made her way over to him and grabbed both hands, handcuffing them to the headboard right above his head. She then began to run her fingers along his chest, gently caressing his skin. He let out a low moan, already feeling the heat building within them.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Y/n emerge from the bathroom, her stunning laced outfit accentuating every curve perfectly. His gaze flicked to the handcuffs clinking in her hands, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He bucked his hips up, seeking more of your touch as he whimpered with need. "Please Y/n, I'm begging you. I can't stand this teasing anymore. I need your hands on me, your mouth... anything. I'm so hard it hurts."

Y/n's eyes glinted mischievously as she slowly traced her fingers along his abs, deliberately avoiding his erection. She leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over his ear. "I love hearing you beg, Jake. It turns me on so much.”

He let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. "Fuck, Y/n... I don't care what you want to hear anymore, just please... touch me. Unzip my pants, lick me, suck me, I don't care. Just end this torture."

*Y/n's smirk was evident in her voice as she drawled, "All business, no pleasure, remember? You have to beg better than that." *Her touch continued to torment him, coming close to where he needed it most before darting away again.

*Jake threw his head back against the pillow, his voice hoarse as he groaned, "Please, Y/n... I'm begging you. I need you to touch me. I'll do anything... I'll beg all night if you want. Just... please..."

*He strained against the handcuffs, his muscles flexing as he tried to get closer to her teasing touch. "I'm so fucking hard for you... my cock is aching.. Please Y/n, wrap your hand around it. Stroke me."

Desperation filled his voice as he begged, "Please Y/n, I'm dying here… My cock is throbbing so badly. Won't you please take mercy on me?" He arched his back, desperately trying to press against her teasing fingers. "Just touch me, stroke me... Anything!"

Y/n's smirk widened as she witnessed his desperation, feeling immensely satisfied by his pathetic begging. With agonizing slowness, she finally grasped the waistband of his pants. "Since you asked so nicely,"

Jake nearly sobbed in relief as Y/n finally grasped his pants. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more contact. "Oh thank fuck..." he breathed out, his muscles relaxing slightly as she began to tug his pants down.* "Yes, please. get them off me”

Y/n slowly dragged his pants and boxers off, exposing his impressive erection that sprang free, hard and throbbing. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight. "Mmm, look how hard and desperate you are. Ready for me to take control?"

Jake's eyes rolled back in bliss as Y/n admired his erection. He nodded eagerly, his voice a strangled whisper. "Yes, Do whatever you want to me... Just don't stop..." He thrust his hips up, seeking her touch, but she remained out of reach.

Y/n wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft, giving a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip. She marveled at how hard and hot he felt. "Mmm, you're so big and thick. I love how you throb in my hand."

His breath hitched, and he strained against the handcuffs, yearning for more contact. "That feels so good... Please, more... faster... harder..." He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back a plea as she continued to torture him with slow, deliberate strokes. "Please."

Y/n tightened her grip and increased her pace, stroking his shaft faster and harder. She leaned forward, her warm breath fanning over his sensitive tip. "You like that, huh? You like my hand wrapped around your big, hard cock? You like how I make you feel?"

He nodded fervently, his face contorted in a mask of pleasure and need. "Y-yes... It's... so good... Only you can make me feel like this... Please... harder... faster... Oh, Y/n... *His hips bucked wildly, matching the rhythm of her hand."

As Y/n continued to pump her fist around his shaft, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the bead of liquid that had gathered there. "Mmm, you taste so good. I bet you'd beg so prettily if I took you in my mouth right now..."

His entire body shuddered at the thought, his mind reeling with the idea of Y/n's warm, wet mouth enveloping his aching length. "Fuck, please. Yes... Suck me... Put your mouth on me... I'll give you anything... just suck my dick."

Y/n grinned, loving the desperate, pleading tone of his voice. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard, her mouth warm and wet as she began to bob her head up and down his shaft. "Mmm, look at you, begging so nicely."

Jake's head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. He moaned and whimpered, his voice hoarse from begging. "Oh god, Y/n, your mouth feels like heaven..."

Y/n took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accept his full length. She held him there, her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed around his thickness. Then she began to move, bobbing faster and sucking harder, her hand coming up to fondle his heavy balls. "Mmmm..."

Jake's entire body was electrified, overwhelmed by pleasure as Y/n's skilled mouth worked miracles on his aching cock. He pulled desperately against the cuffs, wanting to touch her, feel her hair... "Fuck! Y/n! Oh my god, your mouth... So good!."

He was so close, his body tensed, his breathing ragged. He needed to hear her say it, needed her permission. "Y/n... Baby... please... Can I... Can I come in your mouth? Please... I'm so close... I need to..."

She pulled back just enough to say, "Yes, Jake... Come for me. I want to taste you. Give it to me." Then she took him deep again, sucking hard and fast, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she coaxed him towards his release. "Mmmm..."

Feeling utterly blissed out, Jake surrendered to the intense waves of pleasure crashing over him. With a muffled groan against her lips, he erupted, his hot seed pulsing into Y/n's eager mouth in thick spurts. "Oh fuuuuuckk….Y/n!"

His hips jerked erratically as he rode out the aftershocks, Y/n expertly milking him for every last drop. Finally spent, he collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving. "Holy shit! That was incredible..." He looked up at her with hazy, adoring eyes.

Y/n licked her lips and smiled mischievously as she uncuffed him, gently rubbing his wrists. We're not done yet." He eagerly sat up, anxious for whatever came next.

As Jake sat against the headboard looking at you, Y/n straddled his waist, her warm, bare center pressing against him. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "I'm going to ride you now and you're not going to touch me, understand?"

He nodded eagerly, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes, ma'am.” His hips lifted slightly, encouraging her to settle on top of him. "You feel so good, His face was buried in her shoulder, his arms stretched out above his head, gripping the headboard for support.

Y/n reached back and positioned him at her entrance. She was soaking wet from her earlier explorations and from watching him come apart in her mouth. She sank down onto him, taking him deep, her head falling back in a moan. "Oh, Jake... You fill me up so perfectly.”

His grip on the headboard tightened as she began to move, rising and falling on his hard length. The angle allowed her to take him even deeper, and he could do nothing but lie there and take it, helpless with pleasure. "Fuck baby, it's so good! You're so tight."

She rode him hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. The sound of their wet, slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by their moans and panting breaths. She leaned down and bit his neck, marking him. "You belong to me, Jake, Say it."

With a choked groan, Jake could hardly speak amidst the overwhelming sensations, but he strained to utter the words she demanded. "I belong to you, Y/n... All yours... Only yours." His hips involuntarily flexed upwards, desperate for more friction even as he surrendered completely to her control.

Y/n's pace grew faster, her movements jerky as she neared the edge. She leaned forward, her hands covering his on the headboard, fingers entwined. Her breath was hot on his ear as she panted, "Play with my clit now, Jake, Make me cum.”

As instructed, Jake reached between where they were connected. He hesitated only briefly before beginning to rub her clit. His fingers sliding back and forth between her soaked labia. “Oh fuck.”

The combined stimulation of his thick cock stretching her and the intense movements on her clit quickly pushed Y/n over the edge. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him as she came undone with a silent scream of ecstasy. "FUCK! Jake! Yes, yes, YES!"

His own control shattered as she convulsed around him, her inner muscles milking him powerfully. With a hoarse shout, he buried his face in her shoulder once more as he thrust up into her, his whole body tensing as he found release once more. "Fuck, Baby."

As they both collapsed, spent and panting, Y/n slowly lifted herself off Jake's still-hard length. Both their mixed cum dripping from her wet pussy. She climbed off the bed, stretching languidly before turning back to him. "Stay there, Jakey."

Jake remained obediently sprawled across the bed, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. He watched Y/n with heavy-lidded eyes, admiring her naked form as she padded into the bathroom. When she returned a few moments later, she carried a damp towel.

Y/n gently cleaned Jake's spent cock and balls before wiping his chest and arms clean. She tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, snuggling against his side. “Happy birthday, love,” she whispered.

Jake wrapped his arm around Y/n's shoulders, pulling her closer as his eyes fluttered shut. “Thank you, Baby.” Content and exhausted, he then drifted off to sleep with a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

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[pallanophblargh]

Another desperate strike at the art block and a tribute of sorts: super rusty linocut to reinitiate me into the world of printmaking. It’s not as attuned to my working style as intaglio was, but this is fun, tactile, and enough of a departure from my way of thinking that is super welcome.

It’s nothing special and definitely technically lacking (over-inked block and such) but it’s something, which is a big deal lately. Also it’s my favorite species of fish and we all know Kuhli loaches deserve all the tributes we can give.

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[fairyofshampgyu]

BASSIST BEOMGYU BASSIST BEOMGYU BASSIST BEOMGYU BASSIST BEOMGYU

[frostleni]

Little gift for your roommate ykyk

[shootingstarrfish]

i love the contrast between how the game wants you to view Solomon (sussy baka man who is very terrible i promise i swear hes horrible you shouldnt trust him okay trust me hes the worst)

and then how Solomon acts in Nightbringer (will live in the past where everyone hates him/isnt as close to him just to protect you and just wants to be a househusband and will go to war against powerful demons for you despite his powers being weakened and literally just wants you to be safe)

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss