#also yes...i was hungry when i wrote most of this

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: HUNGRY FOR MORE

✩ ‧ ˚. serial killer!gojo x detective!reader: fucking the serial killer you're supposed to be arresting might be the best (or worst) decision you've ever made. PART 2 | NSFW

contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, public sex (in an alley), p –> v, orgasm denial, fingering, he cums inside, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, lil' bit of dumbification, hair pulling, squirting, dirty talk, manipulation/coercion, mentions of murder (he's a serial killer what did u expect), non-sexual mentions/usage of guns, probably more. 3K words.

author's note: wrote this instead of writing my research paper and studying for my math final. if this flops i will actually become the serial killer /j. anywaysss tagging @satoruhour @screampied @satorena.. and yes, the "season 2 coming soon" in the banner means something ;)

“looks like your little killing spree’s gonna have to come to an end,” you muse, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow at the man across from you. he grins back at you, and it’s almost unsettling—he looks a little too smug for a killer who’s just been caught.

“i don’t think so, sweetheart,” the man responds dryly, leaning back against the alley wall, features relaxed and at ease. he—satoru gojo—has been your target for a couple weeks, and now that you’ve finally cornered him, you find yourself feeling a little… unfulfilled. usually, when you caught criminals, they begged for mercy and showed a little more emotion than what satoru’s shown so far. 

also, the criminals usually weren’t this good-looking.

you maintain eye contact with satoru while you carefully reach into your coat’s pocket, withdrawing your phone and unlocking it. unexpectedly, satoru doesn’t make any move to stop you from dialing the number to your boss, instead smiling coyly as you do so.

“so, you’re one of those guys who don’t care what happens to them?” you ask, tilting your head as you hold the phone to your ear. satoru shrugs and his grin only widens the longer your phone rings. ten seconds pass before your phone tells you that the number you dialed is currently busy, and satoru’s muffled laughter becomes unbearably suspicious. you narrow your eyes and involuntarily take a step back. “what’s with the smile?”

satoru scoffs and dips his head, pushing himself off the wall and taking a step towards you. “y’know, you’re rather brave, comin’ out to catch a serial killer all by yourself. and in the middle of the night, too.” he stops advancing when he sees you pull a gun out of your pocket and hold it up threateningly, a look of warning in your eyes. “okay, okay, relax. i’m not gonna do anything to your pretty face.”

“what did you do?” you ask suspiciously. satoru widens his eyes in mock disbelief, as if he’s completely and utterly shocked that you’d ever accuse him of anything.

“besides the fifteen separate counts of murder? not much, really.”

“i’m not an idiot,” you snap, cocking the gun and aiming it at his head. “you’re not the one in control here, satoru gojo. spit it out before i put a bullet through your skull.”

satoru laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “fiesty, aren’t we? it’s alright, i like my girls with a little fire in them.” he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes lingering on parts of you that suddenly make you feel naked, despite the coat covering most of your figure. “put down the gun, sweetheart, then we can talk.”

you wait a second, scanning satoru’s overly relaxed face before cautiously lowering the gun. “what are you hiding?” you ask again, eyes hardening.

“a lot of things. but i think you’re talking about what i did to your boss, right?”

“you have five seconds before i shoot you.”

satoru makes a face and then rolls his eyes dramatically. “fine, since you’re bein’ so pushy about it. i killed him, obviously. you’re a smart girl, shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?” when you don’t immediately answer, satoru sighs and shakes his head. “and here i thought that the girl who’d been tailing me for the past week would have a little sense in that pretty head of hers. looks like i was wrong.”

“shut it,” you snap again, re-dialing the number and letting your phone ring for fifteen seconds. when nobody picks up, you internally curse and think about what to do next. dialing 911 would be worth a try, but the look in satoru’s ice-blue eyes makes you think otherwise. despite the gun in your hand, something about him makes you entirely certain that he could overpower you, even if you landed a shot on him. and even if you just shot him right now, he’s been shown in the past to be able to function fine with a bullet through his chest. that’s how two of your subordinates lost their lives to him—by underestimating your city’s notorious killer.

so you decide to bide your time.

“ran out of options?” satoru asks smugly. he raises an eyebrow when you slide your phone back into your pocket and exhales a laugh. “you gonna wait for a big, strong man to rescue you? ‘cause i’m right here, honey, and i could be your savior.”

“that was actually the shittiest line i’ve ever heard,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at the self-satisfied look on his face. “are you seriously proud of that one?”

“well, it worked.”

he pushes himself off the alley wall and towards you so fast that you hardly even have time to process it, and before you know it, you’re the one pressed to a wall with a gun to the side of your head. satoru’s other hand grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head, and his face is close enough to the point where you can feel his breath—which is unexpectedly minty—on your cheeks as he grins down at you. “you really think i’d use a line as shitty as that if i didn’t know it’d make you lower your guard? tch, you really shoulda known better.”

you use every curse word you’ve ever heard in that moment and grit your teeth, rapidly thinking through all the possible ways you could get out of this situation, but nothing comes to mind. you’re quite literally stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with a gun pressed to your head and with your limbs out of commission. 

satoru clicks his tongue and widens his eyes at you, leaning in closer. his lips are uncomfortably close to your own as he traces the gun down the side of your face, cold metal brushing against your heated skin. “not gonna fight back? that’s no fun.”

“the fuck you want me to do?” you snap irritably, glaring up at him and curling your hands into fists. satoru tightens his grip on your wrists and cooes a sarcastic apology to you, taking his time looking you up and down again. if you didn’t value your life, you probably would’ve said worse, but seeing as you were the only person in this ridiculously isolated alley, it wouldn’t be worth much. 

“i dunno. didn’t that detective academy or whatever teach you anything?”

you roll your eyes again, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you consider the possibility of your eyes getting permanently stuck in the back of your head just because of him. “y’know, you’re not giving me a whole lot of options.”

satoru laughs. “if i did, that’d defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it?”

at this point, death would be preferable to hearing his idiot talk any longer.

“so, i’m gonna be the one asking the questions from now on,” satoru continues, clicking his tongue disapprovingly when you scowl. “if you behave, i won’t hurt you that badly, ‘kay? keep that in mind.”

“thought you liked your girls feisty.”

“oh, that’s true,” satoru muses thoughtfully. “yeah, never mind, you can be a little bratty. i need a reason to fuck you stupid anyways,” he grins after a moment of consideration.

“what the fuck?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” satoru cooes, feeling his pants tighten as he watches your eyes widen. your “tough” demeanor drops for a split second, and satoru can’t help but want to fuck it off again when it returns. your scowl deepens and you frantically think through all your options again, but there isn’t a whole lot you can do at this point.

“if you wanna stay alive, you’ll be a good girl and you won’t scream,” satoru murmurs, leaning in closer and pressing his lips to yours. you grit your teeth and try to shove him away with your shoulder, but it doesn’t do much. satoru smiles against your lips and hums softly, pulling away with an almost affectionate look on his face. it’s so at odds with who he is and what he’s done that you drop your guard again, wanting to believe that he really will keep his promise not to hurt you.

satoru sees the shift in your features and smiles tenderly, all traces of his borderline-sadistic look gone. he studies your face for a moment and kisses the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger for a second before he pulls away again. “i’m gonna let your hands go now, m’kay?” when he drops your wrists, they fall limply on his shoulders as you warily study him, eyes wide with confusion. it’s jarring, the way he just… changed personalities within the span of a couple seconds. “i’m not gonna hurt you, pretty,” he breathes, dropping the gun and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thwak. “this’ll be a lot more fun for me if you don’t resist, yeah?”

oh, fuck it.

“okay,” you murmur, ignoring every siren going off in your head. you don’t really have any other options, and honestly, nobody was going to walk by and get you out of this sticky situation anytime soon. and satoru was pretty attractive… and you could just arrest him afterwards, right?

as if he read your mind, satoru smiles and promises, “you can handcuff me after i’m done with you. just let me have a little fun one last time, baby.”

yeah, it’d be a stupid decision to believe the sweet-talker towering over you. there’s no way he’s just going to let you drag him off to jail, but there’s a reason he’s stayed out of the grasp of the law for so long. it’s hard to live a life as on-the-edge as being a serial killer, but the reason satoru’s survived for this long is because he knows how to use his words. he knows how to make a person go against every warning in their head, and he knows how to get what he wants.

which, for tonight, includes you.

“you have thirty—no, twenty minutes,” you mumble, knowing damn well that this would be the end of your career as a detective. whether or not you dragged satoru in after all this, you could never continue your work knowing you had sex with the biggest serial killer in the city.

satoru laughs and kisses you again, lips trailing down your face and settling on your neck. “haven’t i already made it clear that i’m the one in control here?” he muses as he slips his hands under your coat and tugs it off. it falls to the cold ground and bunches up around your feet, leaving you in a button-up shirt and flowy, dark pants. “c’mon, let’s get these clothes off you.”

within a minute, the rest of your clothes save for a black lacy pair of undergarments join your coat on the floor, and the chilly nighttime air nips at your skin. “i’m cold,” you mumble, feeling yourself involuntarily tense up everywhere but where satoru’s hands cloak your skin. satoru laughs in response and presses his knee to the spot in between your thighs, and something in you snaps at the point of contact. 

“you really are an idiot, aren’t ya,” satoru scoffs, hand sliding down to your waist. his fingers latch on the waistband of your panties and he tugs them down, exposing your already-wet pussy to the cold evening air and his eyes. “lettin’ a serial killer fuck you in a dark alley… what kind of detective does that?” satoru spits on two of his fingers and slips them inside you, instantly groaning when he feels you clench around him. “fuck, you gotta be the tightest pussy i’ve felt in a while,” he mutters, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down shamelessly. “do you not have sex with other guys?”

“don’t have time,” you swallow what would’ve been an embarrassingly loud moan as his fingers go deeper and deeper. how long are this man’s fucking fingers?

“aw, look at you, you’re so cute,” satoru cooes, smiling down at your scrunched up face. you look back at him through squinted eyes, hips starting to roll against his fingers. it’s true—you really haven’t had time to have sex given your already-insane schedule. it’s almost like you spent more time tracking the man who’s now knuckle-deep inside you than sleeping, but the slutty part of your head tells you that it paid off.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whine pitifully, squirming around satoru’s fingers as he curls them inwards, making you clench around him even tighter. a shiver runs over your body, starting from in between your thighs and spreading all over you as satoru’s fingers move back and forth inside your soaking wet cunt. “g-gojo—”

“call me satoru, baby, and you’re not cumming until i say you can.” with that, satoru withdraws his fingers from your pussy with a pop! and grins at the way you glare at him sullenly. he mockingly pouts and licks his drenched fingers clean, tongue lapping up your essence. “heh, don’t worry, i’ll make you cum more than you knew you could once you’re stuffed with my cock.”

although you’ve determined satoru’s “promises” to be dubious at best, he fufills this one after he’s spread your legs wide open and positioned his cock at your entrance. “this might hurt, baby, but remember, no screaming.” after you nod in acknowledgement, satoru slips his tip in and watches, amused, as you try to close your legs on reflex. “uh uh, keep ‘em nice and wide f’me,” satoru tuts disapprovingly.

and true to his word, it hurts—a dull ache spreads throughout your legs as his dick goes farther and farther inside you, reaching places you hadn’t felt in a long time. satoru’s hands settle somewhere on your waist as he pushes himself deeper, ignoring your gasps and pleas for him to slow down a little. your shaky hands move to his hair and you unwittingly pull on it, somehow eliciting a soft groan from satoru’s lips, and somewhere in the back of your mind you think that of course a serial killer has a hair pulling kink—it just makes sense. 

“s-satoru, it won’t fit,” you whisper, feeling satoru hit an especially tight spot in your cunt. even with how wet you are, it just feels like you can’t possibly take any more of him—he might as well be ten feet inside you, given the pain in your hips. but, as expected, satoru only smiles tauntingly down at you and murmurs words of encouragement as he somehow pushes past the barrier and gets all the way in amid your pained whimpers.

“yeah, that’s it, knew you could do it,” satoru says sweetly, voice coated with poisonous honey. now that he’s all the way in, the ache from your waist down starts to fade into pleasure, especially as satoru starts moving himself in and out to get you used to the feeling of his dick. “just like that, pretty girl. jus’ like that.”

soon enough, he sets an unexpectedly harsh pace that makes your back arch off the cold, brick wall behind you, and even as satoru tries to keep up his “cool serial killer” act, you can hear his quivering breaths as he gets close to cumming. “shit, i forgot how fuckin’ good it felt to fuck a cunt this tight—” he mutters through gritted teeth. “‘m gonna cum inside, ‘kay?”

you nod breathlessly, chasing your own pleasure and not actually listening to the words satoru murmurs in your ear. at this point, it didn’t matter—all your pathetic little head could think about was satoru’s dick, and somehow, you forget that he’s a killer when he cums inside you. it’s hot and thick and it almost knocks you over—when was the last time you felt this good, if ever?

the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum with him, nodding along to satoru’s praises on how well you’re taking him. you squirt all over his painfully hard dick and suck in a sharp breath as you do so, body trembling from the force of both of your orgasms.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” satoru murmurs when you both come down from your highs, stroking your hair almost tenderly. you bob your head in response, face warm and eyes unable to properly focus. he stuffs his fingers back inside your puffy cunt and scoops the cum dripping down your thighs back inside, mumbling something about not letting a single drop go to waste. “who knew the pretty detective i’d had my eye on would be this good to me?” he cooes, grinning snarkily.

satoru’s earlier promise floats through your head and you force yourself to look him in the eye. “y-you said you’d let me arrest you after,” you breathe, back still pressed to the wall as satoru surveys you amusedly.

“oh, sweetheart, you’re in no condition to be giving orders,” satoru says condescendingly, pulling up his pants and grinning at you. his cheeks are still flushed red, but whether that’s from the cold nighttime air or from the heated sex, you don’t quite know. “we should do this again sometime,” he continues conversationally as he picks up your coat for you. despite the fact that you’re still naked and trembling, satoru drapes your coat around your shoulders and helps you button it up.

“but you said—” you protest, but satoru cuts you off with a raised eyebrow.

“you didn’t seriously believe me, did you?” satoru tuts, shaking his head. “i’m a serial killer. i’m not gonna turn myself in just ‘cause of a detective’s pretty pussy, baby. you should’ve known better, doll.” satoru wraps an arm around your limp shoulders and tugs you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against your own for a couple seconds before he pulls away with a satisfied smile.

he leaves you with a promise to see you soon.

[plumipal]

I just had a thought- how would Grim and the ramshackle ghosts feel about all the stuff happening to us?

Especially if the yandere(s) are coming over to our dorm too! Would they, depending on the severity of the yandere and their specific actions, range from supporting it cuz yknow reader gets to be happy with someone who treats them well and loves them to concerned because sweetie please get yourself outta there 😭

I can imagine Grim is NOT alright with it and for a multitude of reasons, they are taking away your time with HIM, and once he pays more attention to the bigger picture? Yeah messed up things be occasionally happening that could very well hurt you!! He does not like that!!!

im just imagining Grim being visibly not alright and reader will not have it either when it comes to him, they are a PACKAGE deal and that is that no matter which yandere comes their way 🗣️

we have many people more alright with Grim being reader’s number one priority, or yknow silently(?) wishing it was them, poor Grim and Reader man encountering yandere after yandere 😭

Grim would give us a look if we expressed any sort of romantic interest in any yandere I think lol

‘Pologies if it was too long or ranty, though I am curious who you think would be the most and least alright with this? I imagine Leona and Ace (legally required to bring up Ace he’s my all time fav next to Grim) would NOT like it lmao

.. first off, this is the longest ask ive ever gotten, I gotta just say oml thank you so much????? You, wrote all of this, fpr me?? 🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖 this literally made my week thank you so much bestie 🥹😭 second off, this inspired me to rant too, I hope you enjoy!- (not proofread btw)

So im mainly gonna focus on grim, no offence to ramshackle ghost fans, I just really like the silly little fire-cat/rat/weasel/creature. He was literally our first friend, our first companion (I bet Ace and grim bicker on who was your first).

And oh boy, guy is NOT HAPPY when he sees all these dumbasses vying for your attention and either trying to butter him up with tuna (which will not work on the mighty grim!) or ugnore him completely! Like you stated you and him are a package deal! Get the prefect and get their silly hungry companion!!

Now, grim surely uses his position as your closest companion as a safety net, they can't kill off the closest you have to family in this world! Guess they gotta live with him if they wanna have a life with you.

Ace hates that grim was your friend before him, feeling annoyed whenever he bullied (Juice) Deuce about being friends with you before him only for grim to butt in. Ace isn't too annoyed with grim though, and grim thinks that Ace is one of the better choises of the roster you have, they're both friends after all.

Of course most students in the cast don't liek "sharing" you with grim, especially the more territorial ones. Leona is probably the worst, I mean come on they're both feline looking creatures. With scent being a heavy thing for felines (yes even beastmen dont come at me) Leona is not happy to have his scent on you be muddied by the little rodent (the greatest mage of all, grim). Probably the worst choise since they're just gonna bicker to the end of the world..

Floyd doesn't like this either! Not fair that he has to share!! And with grim no less.. Floyd results in biting you instead of scenting, his chompers being good for nibbling on you. He also has the advantage that grim is sorta afraid of him (honestly who wouldn't be? Especially yan Floyd...).

Kalim tries to brime grim, with anything he could ever think off! Unlimited tuna for grim, and the best there is as well!! Nything grim could ever want on a silver platter, only if grim let's kalim marry you! That alone doesn't sound too bad, but that unsettling horrifying servant that follows Kalim around. He knows what jamil can do, and he sure does NOT want you with that dude!- guy is manipulative and creepy (he would definelty seperate you and grim!-)

Malleus... Malleus scares grim, guys is honestly horrifying. Threatening to curse him into an eternal slumber so he can whisk you away from him, he doesn't want that! You would also get sad id malleus did that, so luckily the possessive dragon had to share (for now...)

Whoever you choose, grim would probably disapprove, guy thinks of you as family (he will never admit that tho). He cares about you, and he is not okay with the invasion of privacy from these teenagers! >:(

I know you didn't ask fpr any drawing or such, but I couldn't help myself sorry 🤭 hope you like my ramblings back at you!

[skzdust]

Going Dumb

SMUT--MINORS DNI

Sooooo me and @palindrome969 have been obsessed with mean dom Seungmin for a while and also I'm obsessed with vampires so this happened. Also heavily inspired by the song Going Dumb. Pali wrote a fic with this theme of Seungmin too, go read it here!!! It's really hot!

Summary: You've been hooking up with vampire Seungmin for far too long... but you always keep coming back.

Pairing: vampire!Kim Seungmin x afab reader

Includes: vampire sex, "slut", overstimulation, vampire Seungmin, blood/vampire feeding, kissing, "whore", "baby"

Word count: 1.2k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

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You can feel when Seungmin’s fangs pop as you kiss him, a slight shift in his upper lip as the secondary teeth slide into place.

It’s a rare signal from the vampire. He’s usually one to string you along, to fuck you, use you, then leave before you’re awake. Seungmin’s a player, and you should probably stop responding so enthusiastically to his short, uninterested texts which usually consist of a time, a location, and nothing more.

But a vampire’s fangs only appear when they’re really hungry or turned on. Sex is the optimal time for a feeding. The saliva of a vampire increases a human’s sensitivity—and some say submission—and a freshly fed vampire has more strength, speed, and stamina.

You pull away. “Your fangs…”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “It’s rude to comment on someone’s fangs.”

“But…”

Seungmin gives you a look before shutting you up with another kiss, more venomous than before. Your eyes flutter shut as his fangs brush against your teeth, and you moan.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna bite you.” He murmurs.

Your eyes open. “What?”

“I said—” He presses another harsh kiss to your lips. “I said I’m gonna bite you.”

Your pulse leaps. Seungmin laughs. “Someone’s excited.” He must be pretty horny to be paying such close attention to your blood pressure. “Does that turn you on? The thought of being a toy to be used by me in so many ways?”

“Yes,” You confess in a whimper. “Yes, Seungmin.”

“I won’t suck you dry.” He whispers. “I’ll just take a sip or two. It’ll make you feel so good when you’re coming on my cock… c’mon, baby, show me that pretty neck of yours.”

You know it’s a bad idea to let a vampire you regularly hook up with—any vampire, really—feed from you, but you’re just as turned on by the idea as Seungmin is. Still, you resist. “Fuck me first.”

“Excuse me?” Seungmin looks at you.

“Fuck me first… please.” You add at the end.

“Oh, baby.” Seungmin pushes you down into the hotel mattress. “I’ll fuck you when I want to… but take off those panties.”

You obey, keeping eye contact with him as you slide them off: one leg, then the other. You swallow, squirming slightly under him.

He wastes no time in pushing a thigh between your legs. You can’t help but grind against it, knowing you’re most likely making a mess on his dark pant leg but not even caring.

It’s as if he’s read your mind as he clicks his tongue—and maybe he has. “Making such a mess on my pants. Maybe I’ll punish you for that. Take your blood, then fuck you real good, make you forget your own name, every name but my own.”

Seungmin’s really good at dirty talk, and you push harder against his leg. He gives a low laugh as he moves it back, and you whine.

“Be a good little slut and tilt your head for me.”

You shake your head, your stomach full of butterflies. You like being a brat, but you know Seungmin’s punishment will be brutal, although you’re looking forward to that, too.

“Alright. You want me to fuck you, first? I’ll fuck you first.” He unzips his pants, slipping them off in a smooth motion. “I’ll fuck you till you can barely speak, and then I’ll feed, make you real brainless, and then then I’ll fuck you some more.”

You moan in agreement at this plan. You know Seungmin’s big, but he doesn’t bother to prepare you before he lines himself up with your hole, which you know is part of the punishment. His tip sinks inside you, and you moan deeper, the penetration blissful.

“Yeah, you like that?” He mumbles, adjusting himself before pushing all the way inside you in a sharp thrust. Your hips stutter up, and you cry out in pain-pleasure at his length.

As he begins to rock back and forth, though, the pain fully becomes pleasure. You can feel your eyes sliding shut, and Seungmin grabs your throat, squeezing just tightly enough that you can feel your heartbeat against his palm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, such a good little hole for me.” His voice is low as his thrusts get faster and faster. “So tight, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

You nod, feeling his hand around your throat. It moves up, cupping the side of your face before tilting it to one side. “I’m gonna feed from you now.”

You don’t have it in you to resist any longer, and you willingly move with him. His lips find where your neck joins your shoulder, and he sucks a deep hickey into the skin before gently scraping it with his fangs. “You’re gonna taste so good.”

He bites, and you moan loudly at the pain, twitching around his cock. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls away and begins to suck, and your eyes roll back as it turns to pleasure. His tongue laps at your neck, and he groans as he continues to feed.

Finally, he pulls back, and it takes a moment, but you can feel your body almost alight as it grows more sensitive with the effects of his saliva. He licks the wound a few times, but you can feel a couple of trickles making their way down your neck. He pulls up the white blanket to dab at his mouth, staining it red, and you know the sheets below you will be stained, too. You idly wonder if the hotel will charge extra for that—if they’ll charge Seungmin extra for that—before the thoughts leave your head as Seungmin begins to move inside you again.

His hips snap back and forth, and your moan this time is broken. Seungmin’s made good on his promise; your mind blanks out, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand comes down to your clit, and he begins to gently circle it. You clench around him, and he makes a strangled sort of sound. He begins to talk.

“Such a good little hole, taking me so well. So well behaved now that you’ve got a big cock inside you. You’re so easy to satisfy.”

You react to his words, your back arching.

“Yeah, such a slut. Such a little whore for me, so willing to let me bite you and fuck you. Maybe I’ll get you a pretty collar, mark you as my property, my little fucktoy to feed from and play with whenever I want.”

That sounds pretty good to you, some part of your fucked-out brain noting that it’s his first time indicating he wants anything long-term with you. You whine in agreement.

“You like that idea? Being my pet? My little fucktoy? You already are, baby.” His thrusts become more irregular, more desperate, and you can tell he’s approaching his climax. “I’m gonna keep you fucked dumb whenever I want.” His voice is breathier. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby.”

You pant and heave under him, unable to do anything but feel. You cum at the same time as he hilts himself inside you, and you can feel his seed filling you up as you ride out your orgasm.

You both pause for a moment, your breath syncing up, and Seungmin brushes a kiss against your temple.

He’s not even stopped for a minute before he begins to fuck you again.

[talaok]

The world needs more daddy Pedro with a baby/toddler

pairing: dad!Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: I wrote this for the sole purpose to stop crying cause like get a grip girl and it didn't even work so yup... enjoy. (Also, I 100% agree bestie)

You woke up gasping for air, your baby's cries sounding through the baby monitor doing a damn good job at interrupting your sleep for the third time tonight.

You let out a breathy grunt as you turned to your side.

Pedro was looking at you, for some god-forsaken reason, with a smile pulling at his lips.

Of course he would find the silver lining in all this.

"I'll go" you whispered

"no, don't worry"

"Baby you already went twice" you protested

"It's fine, really" 

again, another smile.

"u sure?" you asked, secretly praying to whoever was listening that he was, in fact, sure.

"I'm sure mama" he nodded, kissing your forehead "You stay here and rest"

"alright" you sniffled, not even trying to fight the yawn climbing your throat "Thank you baby"

He got up from the bed, glancing at you one more time before quietly walking out of the room.

...

He didn't need to turn on the lights, he would have known how to get to his daughter's room with his eyes closed by now.

He was the one who got up to check on her most of the times, and there were two main reasons why:

The first one was that he had never been much of a sleeper, so anytime she started crying, chances were, he had already been awake.

But the second, and perhaps most important one, was that he didn't mind, hell, actually, he loved it. He treasured that moment, the feeling of holding his own child (yes it still felt weird to say), of hearing her breathe, sensing her tiny heartbeat, watching as the eyes she had inherited from her mother struggled to remain open... it filled his chest with something so powerful he had no idea how to describe it, it was just- it was pure joy, pure love.

And this time was no different.

He gently picked the tiny creature screaming at the top of her lungs up and out of the crib, holding her in his arms as if she were a lost treasure.

"hey angel" he cooed, softly bouncing her to try and soothe her 

"what's wrong?" he murmured, tenderly stroking her head "Tell daddy what's wrong"

"Are you hungry?" he asked mostly himself "No you can't be hungry, now I fed you an hour ago"

"nope you don't even need to change your diaper" he concluded after examining her

"what is it then sweetpea?" he murmured, drowning in her big beautiful eyes.

God, he had the most perfect baby ever

"you had a bad dream, is that it?"

"I'll tell you what, how 'bout we sit here," he said, as he took a seat on the armchair next to the crib "and I sing you a song huh? You liked that last time"

"yeah?" he smiled, watching her studying his face as if she was waiting for him to start.

She was already starting to calm down.

He had that effect on her.

"then get ready pumpkin"

...

"what are you doing?" you murmured, watching your husband holding your sleeping daughter.

You had come looking for him when you realized his side of the bed was empty.

"I don't want to wake her up" he explained

You smiled as you took in the image.

He was watching her as if she was gonna disappear any second now.

Without a second thought, you pulled the other arm-chair in the room right beside the one Pedro was sitting on.

"What are you doing?"

"There's no way I'm letting you sleep here alone" 

He beamed as he watched you sit down next to him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, his scent wrapping around you ever so quickly, as you both looked down at your daughter.

Tiny breaths were fleeing her tiny lips as she slept soundly.

"she's perfect" you smiled

"she is" he agreed, resting his own head on top of yours.

"I love you y'know?" he murmured, after a moment of silence "I love you two more than anything in this world"

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt and your heart threatened to burst.

"Me too honey" you promised "more than anything in this world"

[twice-inamillion]

Momo in the Studio

Smut (dirty talk, sex, penetration, creampie, sex crazy momo)

Chapter 216

1,570 Words

(OC and Momo spend some time in the studio. They work together on some lyrics but gets messy in the end. 😏)

After arriving in Korea, you have spent most of your time in the studio. The members use their time at the company for dance practice or to work on lyrics for songs they want to submit for the next album.

Momo is one of those who is excited to show you some lyrics she wrote for a potential song.

“Amazing work, Momo. How did you come up with this?”

“Really? It’s good?”

“Yeah, it gives a different vibe.”

“Thanks! Hmm… I went around and asked unnie for help.”

“Nayeon and Jeongyeon?”

“I can’t say, but they gave me some pointers.”

“Thank them because I can see this as a potential song.”

The two of you spent a couple of hours in the studio trying out some potential beats. Momo became interested in the process and stuck to you like glue. “So if you change this, it gives a different vibe to the song? It’s supposed to be a love and hate type of song, but it’s also kind of hot,” as Momo presses her breast to your arm.

“I think we can emphasize more on these words” as you mention the words “Love, I love you, love you, hate, foolish.”

“Yes, like you love someone and hate them too, seems like a hot way to have sex.”

“You must be sex crazy.”

Momo looks at you with lustful eyes, “It’s because I’ve only used my fingers and toys. You haven’t been filling me up as of lately.”

“You know how busy we’ve been. The wedding and the tour.”

She pushes your chair and gets on top of you, “Still, you could have given me a good fucking. Don’t think Jihyo would mind.” You know that she’s teasing you, and it’s working.

She notices you staring at her chest, “Wanna see my tits, Oppa?” Momo doesn’t wait for an answer and takes off her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts held by a thin bra. She slowly undoes her bra and tosses it onto the nearby chair.

With her large nipple in front of you, it doesn’t take much for you to shove your face to her breast. You attach yourself to her nipple and suckle. Momo moans loudly and says, “Oppa, there’s no milk; I’m not Jihyo.”

You don’t respond and keep on focusing on her breast and move to the other. You place her nub between your teeth and give a slight bite. Momo cries from her nipple getting bitten and digs her nails into your arm.

After detaching yourself, Momo unbuttons your shirt and tosses it to the floor. She gets off of the chair, starts to undo the remainder of her clothes, and moves to remove your pants.

When she removes your boxers, your cock springs out hard. Momo looks at you with hunger in her eyes and says, “fuck, I missed your cock so much.” She gives it a few pumps and gets back on your lap.

You see Momo grab your cock and aligns it to her entrance. You ask, “No foreplay?” Momo looks at your crazed eyes, “No, I just want your cock in me, now,” and lowers herself to take in your head. She moans to the tip of your cock inside her, “Ooh, that feels so good, and it’s just the tip.” She lets the remaining of her weight go, and her cunt swallows your whole length.

“Fuck! You’re stretching me wide open!” Momo arches her back from the sudden pain of your massive cock invading her hungry womb.

She doesn’t hesitate to bounce on your cock aggressively. Momo grunts and moans loudly to your thick cock, spreading her walls wide open. “I hate you; you make me such a bad girl. You make me feel like I’m high.”

You notice her spouting out some of the lyrics of her songs as she rides you like a bull and you decide to tease her a bit. “Why do you hate me?”

Momo, with her hands fondling her massive breasts, yells, “I hate how Jihyo has you wrapped around her little fingers. She shouldn’t have you all for herself; she needs to share with the rest of us!”

She continues to ride your cock as you enjoy the show. Her perfect breast bounces right in front of you, “fuck, Momo. I love your breasts; I just want to milk them dry.”

“Only way you’ll get that is if you breed me,” giving you a smirk.

“You would want that, huh.”

“Yes! I enjoy the feeling of hot cum inside my womb.”

“I want to see you become a complete mess,” place your hands on her butt and stand up. With her arms wrapped around your neck, she holds on for dear life. You begin to fuck her in a stand-and-carry position as you walk to lock the door of the studio. You walk back and press the “recording in session” button to ensure that no one bothers the both of you.

“Make sure you fill me up real good, okay.”

You stand in the middle of the studio and fucking her mercilessly. Momo lets her full voice out as she grunts and moans loudly. “Just like that! Fuck me with your big, fat cock. Mess up that slutty pussy of mine.”

You give her a heavy slap on her ass and increase the pace of your thrusting. She digs her nails deep into your back, “Ahh… you’re going to make me addicted to your cock. Don’t stop, please.”

“Tell me where you like my cock.”

“Ahh… in my cunt.”

“Where?”

“I said in my cunt!

“I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I like it when you fuck me in my tight little cunt with that big fat cock of yours!”

“See it’s not so hard.”

You decide to change up the pace and let her do all the work. Momo uses her strength to bounce on your cock as she avoids falling. “Oppa, don’t let me do all the work; I’m about to fall.”

“You’re doing a good job, Momo. Just keep going, okay?” as you kiss her on the lips. She’s surprised from the sudden kiss and giggles, “Okay, but make sure you give me a reward after for doing all the work.”

Momo continues to bounce on you for what feels like an hour. As time goes by, her rhythm goes slowly, and her breathing becomes heavier. “Oppa, I can’t hold on anymore. My arms are about to give up.” She presses her head onto your chest and is entirely out of energy. You lift her up, pull out and reinsert your cock and do some slow but hard thrusts.

“In or out?”

She lifts her head and shyly whispers, “In.”

You walk towards the couch across the studio and slowly place on the sofa into a mating press. Standing in front of Momo, you get on your knees and tease her with your cock by tracing your head against her lips. With your cock in hand, you slap it on her cunt before inserting it back inside. You hold her legs up to her head and thrust yourself deep inside.

“Oh fuck!! Fuck… fuck… you’re too rough. You’re going to mess me up.”

“You told me to mess you up, so here it is. Take it like a good girl.”

Momo bites her lip as she feels the tip of your cock reaching the deepest part of her womb. She doesn’t resist and whines, “Cum inside me already; I want to feel it in my…”. You don’t let her finish her sentence as you pull out and slam yourself once more. Her eyes widen as she pulls her womb gets pumped with a large amount of thick hot cum.

“Hmm….fuck! Keep pouring that hot baby batter inside my slutty cunt!”

You watch as her belly grows bigger by the amount of cum you’re pouring inside of her. “You’re taking it like a good girl, Momo,” as you watch her satisfied face. You give her one last thrust before pulling out.

“Woah, you look so hot,” as you watch Momo’s creampie. “I really did a number on you,” as she lays on the couch with her legs spread wide open. You see a thick trail of cum oozing out and dripping onto the sofa and on the floor, creating a small puddle.

You walk to Momo and ask, “Hold a peace sign. I want to take a picture.” Momo holds a peace sign with both hands, sticks her tongue out, and rolls her eyes back.

“Haha, you really know how to turn on a guy, huh.”

Momo laughs at your comment, “I wouldn’t know. You’re the only guy I’ve been with.” You can’t help but smile and thank Jihyo for allowing you to play with her “sisters.”

You stare at Momo’s delicious body and see a slight bulge in her tummy. You give her belly a hard press and see a large amount of cum gush out of Momo’s used cunt.

With her two fingers, she traces her folds and collects as much cum as it can hold. She puts it in her mouth and says, “Tastes so good, it’s sweet,” as she licks her fingers clean.

[multific]

Modern Warfare Men as Sugar Daddies (Extra) - Preferences

Part 1

Warnings: Smut, Sugarbaby-Daddy relationship 

A/N: Since the previous post was very well-loved, I decided to write more details about the characters. Apologies if there are things which have been mentioned before. I also considered the vote and wrote this according to what people wanted to see the most. 

John Price

It was never about the money for John.

But now, he enjoyed every aspect of it.

Buying you everything you wanted, and in exchange, you would oh-so-nicely bend over his table without a question.

John is a very giving person but he does enjoy being taken care of. 

"I'll take care of you, Daddy." you would say with a sweet voice and John would be a goner.

He loves oral. Bot receiving and giving. 

But let's be fair, he is a giver after all.

He can spend hours between your legs and is not afraid to overstimulate his pretty little doll.

He likes to hear you plead and beg. 

But in the end, he would always give you exactly what you want.

And after sex, he would be a sweetheart. But let's be honest, he first needs his sleep. A little nap for Captain John Prince and then, he would be good.

He would be so hungry so no matter if you are as well or not, food would be a given. 

So be prepared for a nice order of any he craves at the moment.

You never had sushi naked before? Now you will. 

Johnny MacTavish

Let's be honest this man has a kilt.

And he fucked you many times while wearing said kilt. He would hike it up and then pound you.

The little devil doesn't even wear any underwear under his kilt.

Johnny likes you in pretty dresses. The shorter the better. Without anything under.

Just a dress. 

That's it.

Every restaurant you go to, you always feel people watching you.

"They are jealous, Bonnie." he would say. And you believe him.

Being with a handsome Daddy, wearing pretty dresses and jewellery, who wouldn't be jealous.

He likes to give you jewellery.

But his favourite is always that pear necklace he gives you every night.

Seeing you covered in his cum turns him on. It is a way to show that you are indeed his.

After the fact, showering is a must.

He would just kiss every inch of your skin while washing your entire body.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle likes to tease you in public. The thought of getting caught turns him on and you never object.

He likes to buy you things so he can rip them all off.

"I'll buy you something prettier. Let me eat that pussy now." he would always say.

And again, you don't object.

You couldn't even go to the movies without his finger soon finding your clit.

"Don't make a sound and I will give you a reward," he whispered into your ear.

You loved his games. 

And he loved to play with you.

Every outcome of his games was always so pleasurable. 

Giving you nice little rewards which could either be a night of long fucking or a new pair of shoes.

Kyle could be very kind even if he preferred to be a tease. He has his sweet moments when he just enjoys spending time with you. He would have such a sweet smile every time.

Simon Riley

Never call him Daddy. Ever!

Even IF he is your Sugar Daddy, calling him that would not work. Given how his father was with him, he banned you from calling him that after you did once.

You didn't ask why, the hurt in his eyes spoke louder than any word. So from then on, you called him Sugar or Simon. 

He would be fine with silly nicknames.

Just imagine the faces of people when you come running with a new bag to him asking him to buy it and you call him your little bunny.

Simon's favourite thing is when you tell him that he can do anything.

And you do mean anything.

So, for his upcoming birthday, your daddy asked you one gift.

Anal.

Without hesitation, you said yes.

Not like you can say no to him.

You weren't too surprised anyway. He always somehow managed to insert at least one of his fingers into your butt whenever he was fucking you, no matter the position or occasion.

But then, the next week his hyperfixation is your boobs. He wants nothing more than to fuck your beautiful boobs, no matter their size. 

After the fact, Simon would need a moment for himself, just like 2-3 minutes alone in the bathroom/kitchen to collect himself. But as the months pass, he would get more and more used to having you and he would stay in bed with you. He would pretend to sleep, he enjoys you cuddling to his side and he refuses to admit it.

König

After your little photos and videos you send him, he always sets his mind to punish you.

You deserve it, he always says. And he can be ruthless. Yet, he would never do something you don't like.

Like that one time when he was mad because you disturbed him during his debriefing, he arrived home and set his mind to fuck you senseless. 

And he did.

He fucked you first with his fingers, then a toy and finally, when you were so cock-dumb, he finally gave you his cock.

But before he did, he looked at your face, the tears and he stopped for a moment.

"Are you okay?" It was a simple question but it held many meanings. 

"Of course, Daddy."

"What's your safe word?"

"Diamond."

"Good girl."

To say that this man fucks is an understatement.

This man fucks and destroys furniture.

It got to the point where after your fifth bedframe, you two ended up with only a matress on the floor. 

The frame left marks on the wall, to the point where it needed a fresh coat of paint.

He was called King for a reason. And he is the King of your Pussy.

Logan Walker

He got used to you rather fast. To his brother's delight. 

Now the two often teased each other about you.

To your surprise, Logan is mostly normal in bed, nothing too freaky-deeky. 

Which did make you want to see the wild side of Mr Walker.

You want to know more, do more for and with him.

But you knew better than to ask his brother... that would be too weird.

You needed to find out yourself

And so, you pushed him to the edge. With what?

Jealousy.

Wearing a dress too short, looking at a man across the bar maybe for too long. 

And it did the trick.

Logan dragged you home, tied you to the bed and teased you for the entire night.

While he might not be freaky, he for sure likes to spend time with you.

You noticed he liked to just be in the same room.

Doesn't have to be sex.

But you promised to never make him jealous again. He made it clear, you were his and his alone.

He doesn't share. And the marks along your body were the proof of his claim over you.

Alejandro Vargas

Having him as a Sugar Daddy, you called him your Mexican Devil Daddy.

The one who whispers sweet things in Spanish into your ear while he does the most unpure things to your body.

He likes to have you in his arms at all times. 

Never ask him for a reason behind it.

He doesn't have to explain himself.

His hand is glued to your thigh as he drives.

Alejandro is not a huge fan of punishment but if you push his buttons, he wouldn't be nice.

He says he hates it when you whine but he actually loves it. He for sure has a thing for your brat side.

Keep telling him how much you missed him and he will give you anything you want.

"Chiquita, what would you like?"

"Dinner with you, Daddy."

"Hmm. At the place you like so much?"

"Yes."

"With the private balcony?"

"Yes."

"Do you plan on being naughty like the last time we where there? When you 'forgot' to wear your panties and I had to punish you right there and there?"

"I would never do that, Daddy. I am a good girl." 

He would laugh, you adore his laugh. 

But he would give you the world. 

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Stray thoughts from an unhinged mind caused by a song called Robin

Since my teens, I have always been a Karlie Kloss fan. No amount of vitriol from the Swifty’s has ever strayed or strained my conviction that Karlie is on many levels, and aside from being absolutely gorgeous, a better human being than Taylor Swift.

By that I mean she seems to project a warmth and a level of kindness and humanity out into the world that is so pure and honest, when compared to Taylors, sometimes vengeful and darker persona ~as well as her being Queen Mother to one of the worlds most vindictive and exhausting cults who would gladly fillet anyone at “Mother’s “ request. Taylor (the brand) has made a career and a fortune from feeding her tales of romantic misfortune and presumed ex lovers to her hungry mob with merchandise to match.

Karlie on the other hand has a nurturing and supportive side to her and don’t let her beautiful and seductive exterior fool you for below that sultry surface she gives off a warm and fuzzy golden vibe- like a puppy. She’s sophisticated, highly intelligent, NYC chic and street smart , often silly and maturing like fine wine while somehow becoming more beautiful as she ages. She also appears to be one Hell of a good mother to those babies.

All that being said about their personalities is exactly why I believe Karlie’s sunshine is the perfect match for Taylor and her moody, broken, impulsive ,often over indulgent, midnight rain personality. Not only are they equal in status - they have a Yin Yang balance to them - Only that sunshine can dry up the rain in Taylor .

I’ll continue.

While listening to songs off of the TTPD I was stopped dead in my tracks when I came to the song, Robin. I listened three times and found a tear rolling down my right cheek. I was choked up and the tiny hairs on my arms stood up . To say I was moved would be an understatement. There was something so raw, so pure and so loving in those lyrics. I had to sit with my thoughts for a while but I feel the need to share them now among those who i consider “my people”.

The Kaylors.

Sidebar confession: Yes, I’m a Kaylor.

I firmly believe Taylor Swift, and Karlie Kloss had a long running romantic relationship. They were more than friends. They were lovers too. The level of denial it takes to doubt that is astonishing. It wasn’t just Kissgate that sealed the deal. It’s the way those two looked at each other and communicated in a secret language all their own. They were deeply in love.

I believe it all started prior to the public meet up at the VS Fashion Show and even long before the “your kitchen or mine cookie “tweet.

I believe Taylor and Karlie first met when Taylor was showing up at fashion shows that Karlie was walking in as far back as 2009. Where they had a relationship then? Probably not because they were both involved with others but the sparks were flying. Thats when the foundation was laid. The attraction was there. The seeds planted. Destiny and the Universe did the rest.

Think Love Story lyrics

“We were both young when I first saw you” which I believe Taylor wrote about Karlie and which also happens to be Karlies favorite song. I believe they had an ongoing relationship that continued on until late 2017-early 2018 and then I believe something happened and they broke up, as many long-term relationships often do. My guts tell me it was cheating and it was on Taylor’s part and the regret from that will haunt Taylor for her entire life because it caused the trajectory of their path to change.

Karlie married in 2018 yet many speculate they were still together and the unofficial story is the real trouble actually came in mid 2019.

Taylor was furious over the masters, fingers were pointing everywhere, cheating rumors flew. This entire story certainly has all the drama of a Netflix series that could easily do 8 seasons

There’s so much more to this Masters incident than the public is aware of. Also the fact that Josh’s families company ~ the Carlisle Group provided the funding to Scooter is an often overlooked storyline.

Was Taylor angry at Karlie for that but how could Karlie control that if she was even in that loop of that drama. Or~ was there more -because in any good mystery - there’s always several layers more .

What did Scooter have to leverage getting that kind of money from them to buy the masters? Being Karlie’s manager at the time perhaps he has something on her or Taylor or both of them and used it as that leverage . It’s a whole other rabbit hole that I don’t have time to visit right now but regardless Taylor is still angry about to this very day which tells me it goes way deeper and my gut feeling is that Taylor’s dad was the one involved with knowing things and not Karlie Kloss who got fed to the sharks over the situation.

So I’m going on record here saying I never believed Karlie had anything to do with Masters Heist. I believe that story was used as an explanation to explain their separation. I know there’s a whole other level of messy lore involving this and a love blackout and Trumps election and Karlie’s association with the Kushner’s but I’m going to skip over that season and move on -except to say that it was absolutely shameful the level of hate Karlie was forced to endure because of that and still her sun shinned while she was being made the villain online and much of it still continues to this day. At any point during that scandal Karlie could have spoken out but she didn’t. She quietly took one for the team.

I’m not going to pretend that I know what happened during that murky period or what is happening now - because honestly -I do not…but there have been a strange set clues and way too many “koincidences to simply chalk up to being coincidences.

It’s just a gut feeling but I also don’t believe their connection went fully went away or ever will for that matter. They are and will forever be tied together even in the times they are apart but I kinda think they reunited ( again) in early to mid 2020.

I’ve read all the theories. I’ve heard all the rumors ,I’ve been to the rabbit hole, I’ve climbed out, I’ve fallen back in, and most days now you’ll find me sitting on the edge dangling my feet still and kinda wondering. I live my life ~ they live theirs.

So am I a LSK?

No, not really, but some days …ok, maybe. You see for as much as I try to say no…there’s just this tiny string I can’t help but see so I keep my feet planted on the ground but my mind open.

By open I mean open to the possibility that Taylor and Karlie are in one of those kind of “relationships” where as hard as they try ~they just can’t seem to quit each other and they go through periods of on and off times. “pauses” is what I like to call the brakes or bumps along the way. You know that couple that’s over but they’re never really over ?

Where are they now? I have no idea.

Taylor has another year of touring and promoting and probably Travis. My money says Taylor Swift will be the halftime show at next years Super Bowl.

Karlie, along with her modeling contacts ( Carolina Herrera, Estée Lauder, Donna Karen etc ) is venturing into the business world. Along with running Kode with Klossy, she’s CEO of her newly formed media company. She bought I-D magazine and also Life magazine, which Josh also invested in , this year. She’s got a lot on her plate

Yes, Karlie is married but is she really married in the traditional sense of what we all consider marriage to be? On the surface, yes… but once again- the layers and the lore here is incredible.

What a character she’d be on that Netflix show I imagine in my head . Just give her an Emmy already.

Does she love Josh? I’m absolutely sure she does- but the real question is…is she IN love with Josh? You know- romantic love -which, I as an observer ~don’t believe she is or ever has been. You can just kinda tell and no matter how many pictures she posts the connection just isn’t there and whenever I see her with her beautiful babies (even if he’s in the photo) she gives off that “ single mother vibe “

That level of chemistry, no matter how the pictures are posed~ or the hand in hand walks are staged -the passion ~ the look in their eyes - it just isn’t there and honestly it never was.

They have always given off that bff energy and frankly ~ Karlie’s friendship with her “big brother “ Derek actually feels more real, relaxed and genuine.Then there are the gay rumors ( past and present) surrounding their entire little multiverse ~but we won’t go into them right now either. We’d be here all night.

And yes, Taylor has had her share of public relationships but have they been real? Have they had their moments? probably. Did some become more than PR for a brief period of time. Possibly She’s been linked to everyone she even walks by or talks to but somehow it all pales and fades in time. I’m sure there have been flings along the way but flings don’t fly and usually run their course in that 9 1/2 week period that flings seem to take.

If I’m being honest, as I observe from the treetops all of Taylor’s relationships and Karlies relationship with Josh, they never reach the level of the real connection and happiness that I saw between Taylor and Karlie. That’s something you just can’t fake or reproduce with another .

Whatever is going on with Travis is so cringey and sadly embarrassing.I tend to think it’s PR but if it’s real then he truly is her obnoxious karma and karma isn’t usually a good thing. But hey the moneys good. Maybe they’ll even get lavender married so she can stay in her closet and continue to throw red meat to the $wifties.

The future is yet unwritten.

All that being said, I’ll get back to my original point of this ramble and that’s a song called Robin.

So yes, I’ve heard the rumors, I’ve read the theories, I’ve seen photographs of visual evidence. Karlie Kloss was in Los Angeles during the pandemic, the same place where Taylor was in fort part of 2020. When she returned to NYC if you count the months - she was pregnant even if she didn’t look it. I also believe Karlie was there in the shadows during the Long Pond Studio recordings in Upstate NY. Jack kind of gave it away when he referenced “Joe the dog” as being who he thought Taylor was talking about when she said “ Joe and I wrote a song”

I’ve also heard the rumor that there was a ceremony between them that they tried to pass off as a ceremony between Taylor and Joe which Tree later denied that there was ever a ceremony of “any type”.

Ok buckle up because here it comes

I’ve seen the “turkey baster”( IVF ) post that Karlie made. Like who uses a turkey baster in May? What an odd thing to do unless you were signaling an IVF pregnancy situation. Regardless ~ she was extremely happy that day.

I’ve seen the cinnamon buns post ( think the expression “buns in the oven ) that Taylor made a few days later back in May 2020. She was “proud” of her cinnamon buns.

Happy & proud …hum

Is that a crazy set of coincidences? Hand on whatever holy book you set before me ~ I’d have to say “yes”

And it’s Absolutely crazy considering the fact that Levi was born a little over nine months later.

Add in the fact of how emotional Taylor got accepting her Grammy for Folklore when Arron thanked his “ wife and kids “during the acceptance speech.

For a few moments there you could feel the raw emotion in her as she nearly burst into tears andJack tried to console her. Blonde was gutted. It cut deep.

Sidebar:

Yes Aaron has a son named Robin but he’s 9 years old and other than the name cleverly used for gentle cover of the truth in case damage control is ever needed~ there is no connection to that child or a secret, no showmanship to cover it up or anything that would make Taylor react as she did. Other than his name there is no connection to the words in the song

But the fact that Levi’s birth was announced during the Grammys absolutely does connect.

So I’ll just put a pin in that and move on.

Listening to that ballad yesterday rocked my entire world . It was so soft, gentle and living. So heart wrenching that I just let my emotions flow through me as my mind wandered back gathering and processing all the previous rumors and lore I had heard along the way. It left me rattled as it tumbled through memories. Could it all have been true?

So now I’m just gonna say it out loud running the risk of being attacked and also sounding like a supermarket tabloid…here goes “could Levi be Karlie’s and Taylor’s child?”

I know it sounds crazy…secret love child but …

I���m not trying to out anyone and I want to respect the fact that a child is involved here. Honestly I had second and third thoughts about posting this but if I’m being real ~ it’s also a collective of things that have been shared openly about Taylor and Karlie here for years. Somehow the song was like a puzzle piece that snapped into place.

…those loving words ,the emotion in Taylor‘s voice as she sings about her strong heartfelt attachment to a young toddler, as she encourages him in being wild and free in his wonder years, playing with abandon and roaring at the dinosaurs~

There was real love in those words

.

.

Looking out his window over his kingdom (NYC) and speaking gibberish

She also advocates for him keeping his innocence for as long as possible and then speaks of a secret that a inner circle of people have chosen to keep from him” in sweetness” to protect him and the “showmanship” to cover up that secret that he has no idea of.

And as she watches his unabashed play in his toddler purity she prophesies there will come a time in the future when the world he faces will have harsh words for him and she reminds him that he will bounce back like he now does on his trampoline.

“ and you have no idea

Buried down deep and out of your reach

the secret we all vowed

to keep it from you in sweetness

strings tied to levers

slowed down clocks tethers

all the showman ship

to keep it from you in sweetness

way to go, tiger

I’m not crying , you are and Levi looks just like his mommy 🤍

.

Let’s keep this in the family ✌️🤍🏳️‍🌈

God I love this show .

Stay tuned for next season

[p1nk-matter]

shiggy fluff cause he deserves all the love // inspired by @aslutforfictionalmen's post (here's my interpretation, i also spontaneously wrote this @/3am so his quirk may have been erased not his trauma tho)

‘’There is no reason to be wearing that.’’ You laugh as you look at him.

Tenko in a suit has to be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. ‘’It's just a drive-in movie theater.’’ You tease and he scoffs.

‘’Yeah well I can’t win, can I? Tracksuits are too casual, I remind you of a busker, remember? And what’s wrong with that by the way, you wish you had their talent–’’

‘’Enough, we’re running late.’’ You cut him off but can’t hide your smile when he’s all annoyed lecturing you in a fucking suit.

The movie chosen was cliché, borderline comical especially when you’re accompanied by a tall man with questionable appearance. How you even convinced him to join you is beyond comprehension, most likely because you promised him to play Nintendo Switch, his latest obsession. You’d play with him regardless, a man with a childhood lost, robbed from things you experienced firsthand at a younger age but Tenko couldn’t really see it. You on the other hand recognized it, and through small acts (annoying as such because for some inexplicable reason he always lost to you) you showed him everything he’d missed.

‘’I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year!’’

Ryan Gosling says as you feel a hand squeeze yours tightly, shoulders touching as the night sky glows above the projector. You turn to look at him confused, The Notebook was one of those films you’d seen a million times, failing to evoke powerful emotions after some time but it was still a very satisfying rewatch. Tenko turns his head.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ You say, anxious he might be having another panic attack. You knew how to calm him down but never the extent of it and that scared you.

‘’It’s nothing’’ He whispers, his voice is composed, you note, good.

‘’Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over..’’ Gosling continues.

‘’Can you believe he wrote to her all this time? This is so fucking cruel!’’ he almost shouts, as a couple of heads turn to look at him annoyed.

‘’Oh my god, are you crying over the movie right now?’’ You want to burst out laughing but the stares warn you otherwise, both your tones too loud. You can’t believe what a sucker for romance he is, he always acts all tough but ends up being hungry for love anywhere he can find it. You kind of get it, it also kind of breaks your heart.

‘’I’m so posting this.’’ You tease as he wipes his eyes clean with a tissue he had in his pocket.

‘’I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up.’’ His voice is shaky but his eyes are glued to the scene, anxious for what’s coming next. Will they make up? Maybe even make out, have sex? Poor him, he’s unprepared for the bittersweet end.

-

The drive back home is silent, you take it he’s still thinking about the film, contemplating its ending, unsure whether he likes it or not.

‘’Sooo.. did you like it?’’

‘’It was okay.’’ He feigns indifference and you don’t continue. You allow him to ponder before speaking up, he almost always adds something on his own.

‘’I just think it’s funny she married the other guy, you know.’’ He says.

‘’What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know about the letters, remember?’’

‘’Still, if she really loved him, she should’ve waited, should’ve been alone, grieved on her own. How could she do this?’’ He asks as you sigh.

‘’It’s just a film and people make mistakes. You never know until you tell them.’’

This time he doesn’t continue.

-

‘’So what do you want to do?’’ You ask once you’ve arrived home, it’s already past midnight but both of you are too lively for sleep.

‘’You promised Nintendo.’’ He reminds you and you sigh. Not your favorite part of the day but you silently take a seat next to him on the couch.

3 rounds of Mario Kart racing on the Nintendo Switch and Tenko is losing consecutively as he whines frustrated: ‘’Enough!’’

‘’I just don’t understand why you’re always losing.’’ You tell him, as far as you know he was unlocking the game levels with ease on his own.

‘’I don’t know, shit, you ask way too many questions today’’ he complains, ‘’I’ll go change, this suit is itching the fuck out of me’’ he continues as you get up.

He finds you scrolling on your phone, a towel wrapped around him, droplets falling from his hair, which he must’ve aggressively ruffled (in failed efforts to dry) as he literally drops his body onto yours, scaring you and making you drop your phone.

‘’Tenko, fuck agh!’’ You groan, ‘’my phone!’’

He was so annoying and on top of that soaking your shirt too.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He smiles, he wasn’t really sorry, he missed you, he thought. Even though you were together the whole day, he still missed you. So much. He couldn’t get enough of you, any moment shared only made him more anxious for your next departure, he wished he could somehow glue you to his skin forever.

You playfully slapped his arm and he retaliated, pinching your nose as you pouted.

‘’Don’t pout.’’ He warns, ‘’I'll bite you.’’ But you don’t listen. He brings his mouth to yours as his teeth sink in your lower lip, pulling at it and letting it out softly.

‘’Ouch, you douche!’’ You fake pain but he knows he didn’t actually hurt you, he could never.

There was a moment where neither of you did anything, must’ve been less than a minute, before he leaned closer, mouths in close proximity as he noticed your eyes shut.

I want to kiss her, he thought and he did. Soft lips brought to yours, as you immediately kissed him back, cupping his wet neck and bringing his face even closer, deepening the kiss. His arms quivered, threatening to make him lose his balance and fall on top of you, he lost himself every time you kissed him.

His hand slid down your waist, positioning you higher on the couch as your hungry mouth searched for his again, needy breaths escaped your lips, a sight that made him feel the all too familiar pain in his groin, a towel was still draped around him and you were still in your outside clothes.

A peak across the room showed him the window curtains open.

‘’Give me a minute, baby.’’ He said as he got up to close them, returning to you with his arms stretched out, ready to move this somewhere more comfortable.

–

He was awakened by an asleep arm, your weight had fallen on it and he felt numb.

He gently tried to remove it but you moved around and whispered in a raspy voice, god, how much he loved that voice.

‘’What is it?’’ Your tone sounded anxious, were you afraid something was going to happen to him? Could it be that you cared that much?

Without a word he shushed you.

‘’It’s all right, go back to sleep.’’ He said moments later, a pain in his chest since he couldn’t tell you that actually yes, there was something on his mind.

‘’You know, you have to tell people how you feel, remember?’ You spoke so wisely, even after an interrupted slumber and he couldn't help but smile.

‘’I know baby, goodnight.’’ He said as you sighed and turned around.

For Tenko could not tell you that nothing compared to this, nothing like doing nothing with you and to admit this to himself was a big liability. He would tell you eventually, maybe he’d write it down, he found it easier, but on that day he chose to wrap his arms around you again, risking numbness, than to speak the words.

[swift-creates]

category: Gen

fandom: Batfamily

characters and relationships: Dick Grayson and Jason Todd - platonic, some batfamily

warnings: blood and injury, fight scene, mention of gun and knives, minor swearing, a bit of unhealthy thought processes but mostly bc he’s dazed and out of it, present tense

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 31: Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Jason is injured during a battle, but Dick can’t protect him forever.

notes: fucked around and wrote a fic based on this drawing by @ashrayus as one does (I didn’t really know how to end it so just. have this lol) (also sorry if it’s OOC)

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Dick has always been scared for Jason. That’s his baby brother, his Little Wing, the shadow at his back. Save for the broken time where he’d abruptly become an only child, Jason has always been there, and Dick has come to expect he always will be. Jason is older now — he’s the Red Hood, Gotham’s most feared crime lord, and is capable of single-handedly taking down some of the worst rogues in the gallery — but he will always be Dick’s little brother. Dick rarely has reason to be scared for Jason these days. 

Except for the times when he watches Jason stumble and finally fall to seemingly endless hordes of enemies, bleeding from a bullet to the gut. 

“JASON!” All strategy and codenames get thrown out the window, and he fights his way to his little brother, throwing a smoke bomb for cover and pulling him to safety. “Jay, look at me.”

“Ngh… Don’t need you to save me, Big Bird.” Jason tries to glare at him, but the effect is somewhat dampened by the way he doubles over in pain and leans into Dick’s arms. “Y-You need to get out of here.”

“Yes you do, and I’m not leaving you behind, dipshit.” He half-supports, half-carries Jason out of the alley, ignoring the strangled sound of pain he makes (or attempting to, anyway). He leaves the fight behind, and keeps going until the distance is between them is enough for him to feel comfortable setting Jason down against a wall. 

Jason’s black-and-white curls stand in stark contrast to the grimy grey-red as he grimaces, head tipped back against the brick. Dick smooths them back from his face more by habit than anything else. “Shhh. You’ll be okay, Little Wing.”

He knows it’s bad because Jason doesn’t object to the nickname. 

“Jay?” His brother’s eyes are fluttering closed, and he’s slumped against the wall, the hand held over his wound starting to loosen. Dick clamps one of his own in place of it, swearing. “Jay, if you die again without paying back the ten bucks you owe me I’ll resurrect you just to kill you myself.”

“Mmh…” is the only reply, and Dick can feel him slipping away — not again not again not again God please — despite every attempt to rouse him. Making this situation even worse is the slowly increasing volume of the mob catching up to them. He grabs a roll of gauze from his belt and quickly wraps Jason’s torso with it, then stands with both escrima sticks in his hands. 

There’s blood leaking from a cut on his cheek, and he’s pretty sure his nose is broken, but he’ll die before he lets them hurt Jason again. 

They come on in a rush, almost falling over each other in their attempt to reach two weakened vigilantes. He sweeps one aside, slams another into a wall, hits the first one with a stick and lets him fall to the ground, unconscious. The movements become instinct, strategy turning to survival, as they flood the alley, reaching to him, past him, their guns and their knives all hungry for blood. He barely dodges one bullet, feels another graze his thigh when he turns to swipe at a girl with white-blonde hair and a switchblade in her hand. He can’t go on like this forever. He has to. 

He’s reeling from a hit to the side of his head, about to lose his balance, when white smoke rises around them. Dick almost collapses to his knees in relief, but he makes himself stumble back to stand over Jason as familiar figures drop from the shadows and create a circle of safety in the chaos. 

“He’s here,” he whispers to Jason. “You’re safe now.” He curls up next to his brother, exhausted and bleeding, and pulls him close. 

Of course, that’s when a man with a gun decides to level it straight at Dick’s forehead. 

He grips Jason tight and glares at the guy, one stick left in his hand, trying to remember where he’d dropped the other one sometime during the fight. When, not if, the guy shoots, he’ll twist to shield Jason with his body, just in case his aim is wildly off. One bullet each seems to be fair. 

His finger tightens on the trigger, and Dick tenses, ready to move. 

Then a black shape slams into the man, sending the bullet careening into the darkness and the guy careening into the ground. Few have seen the Batman’s fury unleashed, and even fewer experienced it, but this unlucky sap will most likely remember this for the rest of his miserable life. He’s tossed to the side like a rag, and B makes a beeline for his boys. 

“Dick. Jason.” His hands search for injuries even as his eyes flick anxiously up and down them, the only outward sign of his worry. 

Dick melts gratefully into the embrace. “We’re okay. Barely.” All he wants to do is sink to the ground and be cuddled and carried back to the Batcave, but he can’t rest yet. “Jason — he got hurt. Bullet wound. I bandaged it, but…” 

“We’ll get him home.” Bruce kneels by Jason’s side, gently calling his name, but there’s no response. So what does Bruce do? Obviously he goes and scoops up all two hundred pounds of Jason into his arms and carries him away to the Batmobile like he weighs no more than Damian. Cass appears out of nowhere to support Dick, and he leans against his sister with a grateful smile. 

[wonyopout]

(cw: noncon->dubcon, g!p wonyoung, overstim, manipulation but only a little 😋)

i wrote her sorta bratty in this but idc!! she’s still my perfect well behaved princess.. noncon notwithstanding…

wony who’s so pussy whipped/pussy drunk that she just wants your cunt all the time whether you want it or not! big into somno and will fuck you or eat you out while you’re sleeping soundly. a lot of the time it’s funny just how badly she wants you and you’re eager to indulge her most of the time, but sometimes you’re busy or you wanna do something else, and wonyoung just isn’t having it.. the second you flat out say no or even hesitate to say yes she’s grabbing you and ripping your pants and panties down, one hand groping your tit while the other rubs harshly at your clit, forcing you on her cock. both you and wonyoung groaning at the tight fit. she’s grabbing at your hips as you try to push away from her. pulls you flush against her to nip and suck at your neck 😵‍💫 she pushes her mouth right up against your ear as she says,

“y/n unnie, this pussy’s mine ok?? I can fuck you when I want to and you acting like I can’t is starting to piss me off”

your streak of spoiling her is really biting you in the ass now. every time she gets hard she’ll tell you to help her, being sure to pout and put on a show about how much it hurts and the only thing that’ll make her feel better is using your cunt like a fleshlight.. you gotta hand it to her though, she’s a pretty good actress, gets teary eyed when she’s really into the bit. a lot of the time though, she doesn’t even bother to manipulate you into saying yes. she realized she can just bend you over whenever and wherever she wants and you’ll hardly put up a fight! she’s definitely got you trained, shoves her dick in you and you meekly tell her “no” or that you “don’t want it” but you’re pushing back to meet her thrusts and clenching down on her?? grabs you by the throat to hold you in place while she’s abusing your cunt, squeezing ever so slightly on the sides of your neck making you cream around her cock as you get light headed 🥴 also loves putting you in a mating press and going to town, your tummy bulging slightly from the angle and how big she is.. she cums so much too, breeds you full just from cumming in you once.

it’s not just having you on her dick that makes her crazy either, she’s the exact same when it comes to eating you out. overstimulates you so much because she just can’t tear her head away from between your thighs and she won’t let you try to either! binds your wrists or holds your hips down when you get too restless, tears streaming down your face when you beg her to stop or at the very least give you a break!! wonys such a meanie because when she does pull away, mouth and chin all covered in slick, all she says is, “stop crying so loud it’s annoying! we’re not done till i say so, so be a good unnie and take it..” with sweet little smile before she shoves her face back in your cunt, slurping away at you, moaning at how good you taste. also shes definitely uses a spreader bar on you to make sure you can’t close your legs when she eats you out 🥴🥴 just when you think she’s done with you she’ll start talking about how yummy your cunt was and how it got her so hard. “i know i said i was almost done but i really really need you. you don’t need to do anything kay?? just lie there and let me use you..” 😵‍💫

so what if you’re turning into wonys free use toy?? at least you get mind blowing orgasms out of it.. yea sometimes she makes you come so much you pass out and even then she doesn’t let up. i’ve mentioned wonys crazy amount of stamina before, so she can go round after round not giving you a break. she’s so lost in her head when she’s fucking you, just so pussy hungry that she doesn’t care how spent you are… at the end of the day she’s still your sweet girl though!! she basically waits on you hand and foot on the days she knows she’s been extra mean :(( runs you a hot bath and washes your hair for you 🥺 doesn’t let you lift a finger as she washes and changes your sheets. offers to give you a massage and the whole time she’s doing it she’s leaning down to kiss your neck or shoulders or any exposed skin really (she’s obsessed with you). she can be so soft with you when she wants to be..

[daylite-writes]

Lynye which you wrote about is perfect, we need more yandere platonic Lynye

Soft Platonic Yandere Lyney (+ Lynette) PT 2

Sorry this took so long, first one disappeared (it’s back up dw!) so this was set back a bit. I’m glad you liked it! I love platonic yandere it’s so underrated.

cw: kidnapping, (mild) yandere, completely platonic, child!reader, gn!reader, reader goes on a hunger strike, implied future force-feeding (but it’s vague + well meaning), Lynette feeds into Lyney’s actions,

Lyney supposed he couldn’t be too upset at your actions. After all, he had snatched you up from the streets and plopped you in a guest bedroom with a door that locked from the outside. None of that stopped the little pang in his heart when he entered the room, seeing it basically ransacked. The shelves and their contents were on the floor, the dresser tipped over, clothes he bought for you scattered about. All that, plus the pillows and comforter of the bed had been pulled off, and he could see it all shoved underneath the bed, where you were undoubtedly bundled up in a little nest. Hiding best you could from your ‘captors’.

“Hey kid.” He greeted, shaking off his disappointment and replacing it with something cheery. “Are you feeling good enough to come out? I feel as though I haven't seen you in days!”

No response.

“Oh come on. Lynette cooked this time, and she set aside a pastry just for you. She won’t even let me near those!” He laughed, taking a seat on the floor, right next to the bed.

“I’d love to run a few magic tricks by you while you eat. I really think these ones are gonna be real showstoppers!”

He heard a small, unamused huff from under the bed.

Spurred on by the acknowledgement, no matter how negative, he continued. “I mean it! The crowd is gonna love this one. I can show you it if you come out.”

The offer was met with a small sniff. Then another.

Panic flooded his veins. You were crying. Oh no you were crying. He was already failing as a big brother and and—

“Move, Lyney.”

His head turned to the door, where Lynette had strode through, closing it gently behind her. Lyney frowned—he absolutely did not need his sister’s help, not when he promised he could take care of you all on your own.. “Sh! Lynette, I’ve got this.”

“You don’t.” She kneeled by the bed, peering under it. Her ears twitched as she waited a second. Then, after one still moment, she reached under the bed, grabbing your small frame and pulling you out.

You make your anger known, your small cries turned into a shriek of fear as you tried to escape her. “Let go! Lemme go!”

She tucked you onto her lap, holding you tight against her chest. Your arms and legs were skillfully trapped and detained as she held you there against her chest, shushing you quietly. “Yes, yes I know. It’s all very scary and unfair. Shh. I know. I know.”

“Let—I wanna go. I wanna…” blubbering wails turned into hiccuping sobs as she comforted you. Eventually, you collapsed against her, hiding your face away in her neck, letting her place her chin atop your head.

“There we go.”

Lyney sat there uselessly. The gaping hole in his chest aching to hold his new younger sibling in the way Lynette was. Rocking you gently, shushing down your exhausted whimpers and sobs. He watched as you slowly fell asleep, exhausted from your outburst.

When your breathing leveled out and your limbs stopped moving, Lynette relaxed her hold, sighing down at you.

“You said you knew what you were doing, Lyney.” She chastised him. He looked away shamefully.

“I really didn’t expect… this.”

“You should’ve.” Lynette said simply. “They havent been eating the food you’ve been giving them. I doubt they've been drinking the water—I can hear the bathroom sink turning on at night. I assume that’s where they've been drinking their water. Also the reason they passed out so easy. They’re hungry, dehydrated, and most of all, scared.”

“I can’t fix their fear, Lynette. Only try to work through it.”

“You’ve kidnapped them, Lyney. They won’t allow you to work through it. You can’t play big brother when the doors and windows are locked.”

He sighed. “I don’t want to hold them down and force the family thing down their throat.”

“They’re young. They’ll hardly remember this part.” Lynnette brushed your hair back from your face. “When they wake up, make them eat. Whether they want to or not. And maybe make them take a bath.”

“…You’re right Lynette.”

“Of course. Now take them back.”

“Happily!” He chirped, back to a peppy demeanor. Lynette rolled her eyes, passing you into Lyney’s arms. You mumbled a bit in your sleep, shying into the cold chest. Lyney’s face erupted into adoration, eyes wide as he glanced between you and an unamused Lynette.

She rolled her eyes, “Good luck, brother.”

~~~~~~~

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hii i’m back with the requests!! what about 🐱 drunk tangerine, i feel like he likes giving more than receiving, idk could just be me(ugh i’ve missed you🥹)

hii!! YES he’s definitely a giver!! ive missed you🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 @lov3lypeaches7

taste

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (word porn, oral- f receiving, face sitting, multiple climaxes) minors dni

a/n || just realised I wrote this as 🐱 hungry, not drunk oops

also sorry in advance, I think I reused a fair few words, I had a total brain fart writing this

masterlist + rules

taglist

Tangerine slowly makes his way into the bedroom, stopping once he gets to the end of the bed. “Put it down.” Nodding at you over your book.

Looking up at him with questioning eyes, sheepishly smiling as you add your bookmark, placing it on the nightstand next to you. “What are you up to?” You ask, assessing his playful yet mysterious features.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed with a grin, whispering. “Nothing.” Carefully holding under your heel as he trails slow featherlight kisses up the inners of your leg before settling himself on his stomach between your thighs.

“‘Nothing’? That doesn’t seem like nothing.” Hiding a smile as you peek down at him.

Talking softly. “Maybe something.” Grinning as he grazes his hands over your thighs, looking up at you longingly. Sliding his hands higher up your thighs, delicately brushing underneath the hem of your nightgown. “I did want something.” Speaking with a hoarse whisper against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lightly nibbling over the flesh as he slowly dragged his fingers over.

“And what’s that?” You quietly ask, entertaining him as you undo the bow of your nightgown.

“You… I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Hm.” He hummed, his eager eyes fixated on the beautiful and bare display in front of him. “…real bad.”

He begins to trail kisses up the crease of your upper thigh, lightly grazing his fingers on the opposite side to give it some attention. Adjusting himself, he wraps his arms under your thighs, hooking you as he starts to peck featherlight kisses centimetres from where you needed him most. Teasing you and himself.

He softly exhales over your clit before eventually caving in and placing a delicate kiss over it, trailing kisses down and over your folds. His movements tantalising and precise, as if he wanted you to feel everything. Nibbling and suckling your folds ever so slightly, practically worshipping you as he lightly circles his fingers over your lower stomach.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your folds as if to savour your taste on his tongue, humming in satisfaction when your sweetness coats his tastebuds. Swiping leisurely like he had all the time in the world. He pauses once he gets to your clit, lightly exhaling over it before placing a soft wet kiss on the needy nub, treating you tenderly like he was slowly warming you up.

“Put your pretty legs over my shoulders, darlin'. I need you closer.” He mumbles against your folds, helping you adjust. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Settling himself again, he buries his face back between your thighs, swiping his pointed tongue through your lips and applying small bouts of pressure as he flicks over your clit, swirling over it in just the way you needed.

He momentarily focuses on your clit, gently nibbling and sucking on the sensitive mound of nerves as he squeezes into your thighs, kneading the doughy flesh with his fingers. He starts to slowly make out with your pussy, caressing your folds with his hungry lips, savouring your sweet flavour. Gluttonous.

Tangerine was the kind of guy that preferred to give and that’s exactly what he intended to do. He’d spend many hours between your thighs if he could, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you were a blubbering quivering mess. He loved the vulnerability of it all, he loved the way you’d grind against his nose with your hands tightly locked in his hair, how you’d make such pretty whimpers when you’d call his name, and how your thighs would clamp around his head. He loved the access he had to you, how you’d be spread to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. But, most importantly, he loved your taste, he could never and will get enough of it.

So by now, he had you right where he wanted you, hanging on by a thread as he sucked, kissed and licked your sweet pussy.

Smushing his head between your thighs as your release approached, gripping a tighter fistful of his hair while you ground against his face, whimpering and quivering as you came on his tongue. Lapping up every drop.

Speaking low and gruff. “I ain’t done.”

He flips you both over so you could straddle his face, immediately attaching his hands to your ass, gripping the cheeks as he forced you to roll over his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You say softly, propping yourself on your knees to hover over him. He doesn’t reply, instead, he just snakes his hands to your waist, gripping and pulling you back down, burying his tongue between your folds.

His hands slip back down to your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers while he rocks you over his face, persistently sliding you over his tongue as you grind your hips over him. You tangle your hands back into his curls, using him for support as you cry out again. Mumbling incoherent whimpers as you feel yourself get close once again.

Softly rocking over his face while he fucked you with his tongue, drawing out your second overwhelming release. Never once faltering in motion, giving you exactly what you wanted, like he was listening to your body. Continuing exactly what you liked until he could taste your essence on his lips once more.

He carefully rolls you back over so he was led between your legs, softly kissing your inner thighs, treating you tenderly as if to praise you. He trails featherlight kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your tits, peppering your lower throat until he made his way back to your mouth.

He sloppily kisses your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue while he loosely entangles his hands around your throat, lightly gripping you. He lowers his head and wryly smirks before dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Grinning against the skin. “I still ain’t done.”

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @ch3rries-n-cream @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

[ghostfanwriter]

Where you enjoy kissing Joel a bit too much.

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Warnings: almost smut, +18 only please, Joel spits on reader's mouth, mentions of sex but no act itself, no use of y/n, age gap (I picture reader being around my age (23-28) on this one. Oh, also, you may have ruined underpants after reading this 🥴. Please tell me if I missed something, I couldn't tell right now.

A/N: Now, I don't know where this came from... I'm ashamed of myself. I always thought that spit and all things related were gross, but Joel Miller does things to me that I couldn't explain. I wrote this while laying in my bed this morning and I just want to marry Joel, help please.

A/N2: Did you notice the gif? Yes, it looks like he's just... You know, getting ready to do it. I lost it when I found it.

Word count: A bit less than 2k.

Hope you enjoy, loved writing this 💖

Good read ✨

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You're lying on your shared bed when Joel walks in your room, freshly showered and smelling like the perfume you got him on a recent trip outside of Jackson. The sunlight brightens his figure on all the right places. You watch him with fond eyes. You just can't process how much you love the man.

He smiles at you and climbs on top of your body, letting most of his weight go and crushing you in a way he knows to make you melt. He presses his face on your neck and rubs his beard on it, knowing it will make your neck a little red for the day.

You moan softly and smile, enjoying the sensation of being with him. Even though you were together almost ever since he returned to Jackson (after Maria's best efforts to get you two to go on a date neither of you admitted you wanted to go to), the same feelings still flooded you every time you were close to him.

The sweaty palms, the flutter in your stomach, the dry mouth, the racing heartbeat. It was all still there. All the evergreen love, the passion… the lust.

All the overwhelming feelings made it easy for you to get lost on him. To not think straight when all you knew was him.

That was a common thing for you now. Everytime you were with him it was like that was all that existed. He could provide you enough to survive only by being next to you. He was all the oxygen you needed, all the nurture you needed. All your favorite smells, sounds, views and tastes came from him.

God you love how he tastes. Every single taste he has.

The salty taste of his sweat when you kissed his cheeks when he was helping out around the city. The easy to get used to (and crave) taste of his cum. Your own taste on his fingers or mixed with his saliva when he kissed you to bring you back to reality after an orgasm only he knew how to get out of you. The minty, whiskey-y and smokey taste of his kisses.

You were long gone, fully lost in your thoughts when his lips touched yours. He kissed you softly and you opened your mouth in a plead to taste him.

He rolled his tongue around yours, tasting you and groaning at how you shifted under him. You were lying with your hips on your side and your torso turned upwards. So his hardening cock was pressing deliciously against your hips.

He just knew you were already wet and burning between your legs. And the thought of it made him deepen the kiss.

It wasn't a desperate or hungry kiss, like most you shared before and during sex. It was a passionate, slow and savoured kiss, the type you shared on your kitchen before he left to help around town, or when you stared into each other's eyes for a little too long, or right after sex.

He kept kissing you for what felt like a whole, extremely well spent day. The burn in your pussy making you clench around air, already aching for him.

He pulled away. Staring at your mouth. Your lips swollen and a bright red. He smiled at you and kissed your neck again. You allowed him all the space he required, and turned your hips to fully lay on your back.

He groaned when your hips rubbed his clothed cock and looked back at you. You lifted yourself a bit to kiss him again, slowly laying back down, knowing he would follow you without breaking the connection with your lips.

You pull away and lick his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He was usually the one to break in, but he loved everytime you were the one to start the invasion.

You roll your tongue around his the same way he did it to you earlier - was that five minutes or an hour ago? You honestly couldn't tell.

You gathered a bit of his saliva on your tongue and pulled it back into your mouth, breaking the kiss. He watches as you savour and swallow it. A hint of a smirk painting his Greek-God face.

He parted a bit more his already parted lips, a silent invitation for you to come back in. You do so, and once again, you gather a little of him on your tongue and drink it.

“I love you.” he said with a soft, low and passionate voice. “I love you more.” you smiled and he went back to kissing your neck. “Impossible.” he said between kisses on your neck.

“I love how you taste.” you don't know where it came from, but you said it and he looked at you. “Open your mouth.” he said looking at your eyes and your mouth. You do as you're told, immediately opening your mouth and sticking the tip of your tongue out for him to do whatever he planned with it.

Smiling, he goes back to your neck, gaining a soft moan he knows well enough to be a complain.

“You're so good to me. Open your mouth for me and you don't even know what for.” you run your fingers through his hair and his back. God you loved when he praised you. It made you feel special and never let any room for negative feelings. Joel could fuck your throat and, as long as he called you his 'good girl', 'sweet girl', 'favourite girl' or 'pretty thing' or said 'how good you were for him' during it, you were more than willing to just let him make all his desires come true with your body.

“There's two reasons you ask me to open my mouth. For one of them your hips are too far away, and for the other there's nothing on your fingers yet." You said with a half laugh, hoping you were right about what he wanted to do. “So it must be something knew. I love the new things you show me.”

He kisses you again, and you can feel his mouth more wet than before. Before you can process it you're almost slurping the old man's mouth. Moaning and kissing him like you've gone for weeks on a desert. Swallowing every drop of him you can get.

“Ask for it.” he says with a dark and lustful voice when he pulls away. “Please.” you say before he's even finished his sentence. “Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” he gives your lips a peck.

“Please, s-” you can't finish the sentence. Usually he gives you what you want even if you don't fully ask for it. But right now he has all the time on what's left of this world to wait for you to say it.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” you open them and he kisses you again, forcing your eyes closed. “C'mon, open them.” you do as you're told, your eyes dancing around the ceiling before you can focus on him again. “Now tell me what you want.” your eyes try to close and you force them open once again. “Joel, please.”

He brushes his thumb over your lips, opening your lower lip and pulling on your teeth to open your mouth. He finds no resistance and smiles at how much you actually want him to do it.

But you haven't said it, so he can't do it. He finds your neck again, making you grip him tighter.

“Please, Joel." he lifts his head just enough to give you a side look and looks at you when you keep talking, "S-spit in my mouth. I wanna taste you.” you can feel your pussy flood at your own confession. His cock pulses inside his pants and he lets out a deep, throaty groan.

“Good girl. Knew you could do it.” he kisses you, again a slow and passionate kiss.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” you do as you're told and part your lips, sticking the tip of your tongue out and opening your eyes. He looks at you and swirls his tongue around yours, connecting his lips to yours, making you moan frustrated, what did you have to do to have him just... fucking... do it?

Your moan transforms into an actual one when you feel his tongue wet your mouth, bringing a bit of his saliva into it. He does it again, gathering his saliva with his tongue and guiding it into your mouth. You let it pool in the middle of your tongue and drink it as soon as he breaks the kiss, watching your mouth and your throat to know when you'd do it.

It earns you a groan from him, and he says again, his voice now fully lost in lust. “Open your mouth for me.” you happily do so, once again sticking the tip of your tongue out.

He stares at you for a second. You follow his eyes and surprisingly, you feel no shame at all. You knew Joel was too good of a man to go and tell anyone the things you'd let him do to you, like a young and stupid boy. You could do whatever he wanted, be the vision he always waited for, and you knew he would just love you more as you did it.

Even when he called you a slut, he found a way to make you feel good about it. ‘My pretty girl, such a whore for me, only for me, no one else. So special, so good for me, sweetheart.’ he would say when you'd let him fuck your mouth, or tell him you had nothing under your dress after dancing and teasing him at a party full of people.

You moan in anticipation when you see the muscles in his face moving. He was gathering his saliva to give it to you. You felt special knowing you were probably the first one he ever did this to. Knowing that he knew that only you would let him do it. He also knew he was the only one you'd let do that to you.

He does it. It's not an agressive spit. Rather he just opened his mouth in a spiting motion and forced it out of his mouth and onto your tongue. Your eyes gave in for a beat when you felt his taste on your tongue.

“Swallow it, baby.” you do so, sighing after you felt it slide down your throat. “Thank you.” you don't know why, but you say it. And after saying it you realize that you meant it. He just spit in your mouth and you were thanking him for it. God, he ruined you good this time.

“Anything for my sweet girl, my good girl deserves it all.” he kisses you again, finally touching your pussy, pushing your small shorts to the side and groaning at how fucking wet you are.

“Always so ready for me. My favourite pretty girl. The only girl I want, the only one I need.” he said when he put a finger into you, knowing that what he said was a simple fact.

You were all he needed. You gave him what he wanted and he knew he would burst if he loved you even just a little more.

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Ooooh boy. Was this gross? Please be honest, I don't know. I would let him do almost anything to me as long as it brought a smile to his face. I love this man.

I would love to hear what you think! Reblogs are highly appreciated 💖

Also, I have another Joel fic right here. It's a smut pretty much set on the same little universe 💝

[satoshy12]

My wife's dad is more scary then Batman and my grandfather Ra's al Ghul

Estelle as name for Dani or Estrella 

4 Baby Talons (clones of dick Grayson)

It had already been a few months since Damian got married to his friend Ellie, and he was very happy. I'm not sure how to explain it to his family or, worse, her family, but that can wait. It happened while he was traveling with her together on vacation through the countries. And he chated and wrote her like four times a day.

While Damian hid it from his family, Dani didn't, as she first told Sam. Jazz and Maddie are working on how to tell Danny. And then Danny learned about it, and he left to meet that boy in Gotham. It had been a long time since he had been in Gotham. And the observers wanted that one person called Doctor Simon Hurt; too many souls died thanks to him.

He was joined by Skulker on this mission. Skulker was just happy to hunt something new, as he didn't try to hunt Danny anymore. The pain that Danny did to his Robot Body he felt on his real boy!

Well, Dani kind of followed Danny; she wanted to make sure he didn't turn her into a widow! She didn't even tell him about her being a meta!

There was something not many people knew about Danny that he himself never noticed, as Amity Park had known him since he was a baby. And being pretty carefree in your demeanor doesn't help. But once outside of Gotham or at Gala with Vlad, people notice it, like Lex Luthor that very short moment in the Gala.

Here in Gotham,

Danny met his son-in-law, and he found the boy interesting. Sam had told him about the child of Bruce Wayne, the playboy billionaire. But he wasn't sure why the boy was so jumpy. I mean, Skulker isn't even near them; already, with few of his duplicates had found Dr. Hurt and captured him already. And Danny others looked if that Owl group still existed since the last time he cleaned them up.

Danny is too powerful for most normal people to fear. Only with good instinct will he notice how formidable he truly is.

So poor Damian's whole body was in horror at this moment. His instinct made him able to notice it fully.

Damian twitched as he was just near Dani's Father, no matter how he tried to hide or stop it. This man made him think of his grandfather, General Zod or similiar. He wanted to draw his Sword, but he didn't have it near him.

Damian smiled at Dani as he tried to play it cool. But when you notice your father-in-law's shadow moving, HE HAS SEEN WORSE! He can do this!

And after a good dinner and talk he got the support of Danny; Ellie smiled; she wouldn't be a widow; and Damian was happy he was accepted and didn't have to fight this villain, maybe? or in the future. Damian didn't get to sigh in relief as Danny left and whispered something about collecting something.

No! Damian, doesn't care!

He wants alone time with his wife. Only to be told "he was to come with his family to Amity Park to meet the Fenton. Damian's family should meet theirs."

Dani told him they would come, and she would Call them 1 or 2 days bore that first before Damian could say anything.

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As Danny was outside of Gotham, Skulker came to him with his few duplicates, holding four tiny blue-gold mixed-eyed children. "Skulker, you destroyed how they were created and so they can't do it again?" Skulker:"Yup, destroyed both Dionesium and Electrum and let few pets out to eat them, it wasn't Lazarus Pit which is needed after all and has nothing to do with us in the Zone. Also I sent copies of the Court members, very damning evidence of their crimes to many newspapers and reporters all around the US. Did you know they blackmailed a few Senators? It will be a comedy in a few days; you can tell that goth girl to tell her family." Danny nodded his head at that. " The cover-ups for this one?" Skulker:" Yes, Mr. Freeze will do it, as last thanks for helping to heal his wife." Danny:" Good, we can leave then. I am hungry."

Skulker:" Didn't you just eat?"

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At Amity Park, it didn't take long for Jazz to just accept the new 4 Owlet babies and raise them, she really is wanting to raise them. True, Danny had no plan for them, but that works too. And now they just have to wait for Damian to visit with his family.

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At Gotham, after the chaos was fixed by Mr. Freeze and the new chaos started by the news and police forces and even villains attacking the higher class… Bruce meets and learns about his son's wife, and he is told to meet her family in Amity Park. Damian warned his father, his new father-in-law, that this is very scary and not normal.

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Do the Cosmere Secret Projects Follow the Rules of the Cosmere?

[Big spoilers for Sanderson Secret Projects #1, #3, and #4!]

A while ago, I wrote a list proposing some Rules of the Cosmere--aka, trends or themes that tended to crop up in most Cosmere works. Now that I've read all of the Secret Projects, though, I had to wonder: do they also follow the definitely ironclad rules that I once proposed? Let's consider!

1. Don’t feed the children

Summary of Rule: If you try to feed a hungry child in a Cosmere book, something terrible will happen.

Off to a bad start! I don't think this rule came up at all. I don't recall any children being fed, really.

2. Once Marriage is On The Table, Breakups Don’t Really Happen

Summary of Rule: Once characters get to the point of marriage, be they engaged or in an arranged marriage or just solidly A Thing, it is rare for them to break up.

Yes, the secret projects did adhere to this rule, I think! The best example is from Tress--I remember how SHOCKED I was when word came that the Duke's son really had gotten married. I was like, "How is that possible? Sanderson would NEVER allow a couple like Tress and Charlie to be broken up by Charlie marrying someone else!" And then, of course, it wasn't Charlie at all. Charlie stayed single...until he could get back together with Tress. In Yumi and the Nightmare Painter, the romance was pretty much between Yumi and Painter--not even death could prevent that. Sigzil sadly did not have a lot of time for romance in The Sunlit Man, so the rule didn't really come into play there.

3. Your enemy will save you...if the sexual tension is high enough

Summary of Rule: An enemy with enough sexual tension will often sacrifice themself to save the other person.

Honestly, I don't think we really had this in any of the Cosmere Secret projects? The only fierce enemies I can think of would be Tress & Crow or Sigzil & the Ember King...but there wasn't any sacrifice-to-save-the-other going on there.

4. Your fave is (accidentally) queer

Summary of Rule: Sanderson loves to write characters who are deeply deeply queer without seeming to realize it.

Oh yes--this rule is eternal, and the Secret Projects did not disappoint. There's Yumi herself, Miss "Oh-my-god-I-just-saw-a-goddess," our (second?) favorite bisexual queen (does Sanderson know he made a lady bi again?). And then in the Sunlit Man, there's an exchange that I'm not sure is actually an accidental queering since it seemed so blatant, when Rebeke was asked if she was now "The Sunlit Woman" and replied "No, the Sunlit One." Is there a way to read that other than as nobinary/genderqueer?

5. Don’t trust the underling priest!

Summary of Rule: If betrayal is happening, it's probably the fault of the nearest underling priest.

Honestly, I think the only "priests" we had were in Yumi, and if anything, this was a deconstruction. The "head priestess" would be Liyun, I think, and she was horrible and abusive. The "underlings," Chaeyung and Hwanji were actually far more supportive and actually told Yumi some about what was really going on. So I guess in these books you should trust the underling priest(esses).

6. (per @twitcherpated) If there are same gender siblings, there will be a romantic triangle involving them.

Summary of Role: If there are two brothers and two sisters, they will inevitably be romantically linked to the same person.

I agree with this rule addition proposed by twitcherpated, which does crop up over and over again in the Cosmere. But in the Secret Projects, I think the only same-gender siblings we had were Rebeke and Elegy, and I don't think it works with them. Like, I suppose you could imagine a love triangle with Sigzil...but I don't really buy it. Rebeke was interested in Sigzil, but he didn't reciprocate, and Elegy was too busy loving the thrill of murder to have a romantic interest in Sigzil herself. I guess they both did want Sigzil to themselves, in a way. So maybe it does kinda work?

7. Hoid is there

Summary of Rule: Hoid likes to show up wherever plot is happening

Yes! The Secret Projects 100% adhere to this rule. Hoid is the narrator in Tress and Yumi, and he shows up briefly in The Sunlit Man. Hoid will not be stopped.

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TRUE ECOLOGY — CHAPTER 5: THE WOLF IS HUNGRY

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4

WARNINGS: NSFW (ermmm… salem loses her virginity but not in the way she would’ve expected for it to happen 😊 idk girl get that wealthy weird german dick i guess)

NOTES: Y’all. Bear with me. i wrote like 90% of this chapter while i was sick as fuck so it’s kind of insane. i cannot believe it ended up being so long but whatever. i dedicate this chapter to the könig freaks and also @trelaney for putting up with my yapping and giving me ideas <3

and i promise this chapter does make sense 🙏 trust me salem is going to be put through Situations later! never let german guys rizz you up

SUMMARY: after they return to her suite, könig decides to stick around and further test salem’s limits. she responds by unexpectedly kissing him, which seems to end up flipping a switch.

WORD COUNT: 3,858 (yeah.)

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That night, as König guided Salem out of the hospital, he did something that caught her off-guard.

While they were walking down the forest trail, he wrapped an arm around her, almost protectively. The gesture was unexpected, his touch causing her to flinch just a little. He didn’t say a word to her and she didn’t say a word to him. They just continued to walk like that in complete silence.

When they entered the lobby, Sabina was sitting at the reception desk, her eyebrow raised as she watched the pair walk past her and down the hall.

Once they reached the door to Salem’s suite, she withdrew the key from her skirt pocket, unlocked it, and opened the door. As König stood by the doorway, she walked inside, placing the key on the nightstand by her bed.

“Hm, mind if I come in?”

Salem turned to look at König, who was now in the doorway, his arms behind his back. “Mhm, go ahead.”

Smiling, he entered the room, walking closer until he almost stood directly in front of Salem. The height difference between them was significant; he easily towered over her.

Then, König slowly and methodically began to walk in a circle around Salem, like that of a predatory animal circling its prey. When she turned to look up at him, he instantly paused, his expression now intense.

As the two of them looked at each other, the air seemed to feel… tense, like words were waiting to be spoken by both of them.

“Why did you stay in my hospital room?” Salem then asked, her voice quiet. “You… you barely left.”

Salem had never even properly seen a doctor while in the hospital, at least not when she was awake. Was her father even aware of a single thing that had happened in the past hours? König had told one of the doctors that she was fine, that she didn’t need to be looked at any further, and that she could leave that night. The hospital staff always listened to him. He told them what to do, and they blindly obeyed without batting an eye.

“Hm, I was simply monitoring your condition,” König then answered casually. “Is it wrong for me to be considerate, my dear?”

The man was certainly messing with Salem’s head, and she almost hated it. He was so nice to her… so charming. It was… unsettling, almost.

Salem took a couple more steps towards König, getting a closer look at him. Yes, she most likely wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was undoubtedly quite handsome for his age. She attempted to push down that thought as soon as it came up, silently shaming herself for thinking such a thing.

König began to circle her once again, stopping once he was standing right behind her. She felt him place a hand on her shoulder and quickly turned around, her heart starting to pound. What was he trying to do here? She looked up at him, her eyes wide and her breath starting to quicken.

Perhaps it was an act of impulse, but Salem suddenly found her pressing her lips to his in the blink of an eye. The second her mind registered what she was doing, she immediately pulled away, backing up and trying to create some distance between them. Great, now she was ashamed. In her mind, she had completely fucked up.

König’s gaze had now darkened, his eyes narrowing. To Salem, it probably looked like he was angry, but he wasn’t.

“I… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m… I’m sorry.”

Salem’s voice was sheepish as she continued to back away further from him, nervously watching as he suddenly turned around, closing the door… and locking it.

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have done that, but you did it anyway, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to. It was… an accident.”

The words were tumbling out of Salem’s mouth at that point. Now, König was slowly closing in on her, his gaze somehow even more intense. Once he was mere inches away from her, he stopped.

“An accident?”

Salem nodded, hoping König would believe her, but it was clear that he didn’t in the slightest. In fact, he decided he would test her a little bit. He reached with a hand to lightly touch her face, noticing how she tensed up almost immediately. It wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of tense, though. No, no… the look in her eyes was telling a different kind of story.

König wasn’t stupid. He could easily identify any sort of deception by analyzing somebody’s demeanor.

Gently, he grasped Salem’s chin, forcing her to look at him directly. “Why aren’t you pulling away from me, hm?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as his voice took on an intrigued tone. “Is there something you aren’t telling me, perhaps?”

Salem’s breathing was growing increasingly shallow as the two of them were now the closest they had ever physically been. She could feel his warm breath lightly fanning her face. Was he trying to get a reaction out of her?

“Why did… why did you lock the door…?”

There was a flicker of something in König’s eyes at that moment that Salem couldn’t identify.

“Can’t have anyone… walking in on us now… can we?”

“What do you m—”

Finishing what Salem had started, König firmly pressed his lips against hers, causing her to let out a muffled, surprised gasp. The kiss was somewhat gentle at first as he ran his fingers through her hair, his other hand cupping her cheek before slowly moving down to her neck.

Then, the kiss slowly increased in intensity, König parting Salem’s lips with his own as he deepened the kiss. His hand that was in her hair moved down to grab at her waist as he lifted her off of the floor with ease, staggering over to the bed and lowering her onto it. The second Salem was on the bed, König covered her small body with his own as his lips traveled to her jawline, peppering it with small kisses before moving to her neck.

Salem was completely overwhelmed, her body heating up as she let out another sharp gasp. Almost immediately, König covered her mouth with his hand, lifting his head from her neck to look at her.

“Quiet.”

With his hand still covering her mouth, König resumed planting kisses all along her neck. Slowly, he removed his hand, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.

“Wait—”

“Shhh.”

The second Salem’s chest was exposed to him, König’s lips traveled down there, eventually stopping once they reached her stomach. Before he chose to do anything further, he moved back up, his lips just practically ghosting hers.

“Tell me…” he whispered, his breathing already much heavier. “Am I the first to… do this with you…? At least, that’s how it seems…”

Salem slowly nodded, finding herself unable to speak.

“Now tell me… do you… want me to… stop…?”

This time, Salem shook her head and spoke, her voice no more than the smallest of a whisper. “Please… don’t.”

That single sentence and the way she said it made König’s final thread of self-control snap. His lips met hers again, his patience dwindling. This angel straight from the heavens had managed to weave her way right under his skin, and he wasn’t going to let that go. No, no… not one bit.

He didn’t even bother undressing, either. Right now, it seemed like too much work, so he simply began to unbutton the fly of his white pants. For a man who prided himself on being so full of self-control, he was certainly losing his mind at this very moment.

“I’ll be… very gentle…” he whispered against her soft lips.

Whether he was truly being honest or not, even he didn’t know.

König kissed Salem again, a little more desperately this time, his hands slowly traveling down her body. He was desperately trying to hold back, trying not to hurry, but it was getting to be so, so difficult.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, drawing in her scent, an almost hypnotic aroma of lavender.

“You… were sent to tempt me… weren’t you?”

“Wh… what…?”

“I should not be doing this… yet I am, and you refuse to pull away…”

As he started to pepper her neck with kisses again, König began to slide a hand up Salem’s skirt. “You want this… don’t you?”

Slowly, he began to tug her underwear to the side. Then, he climbed on top of her even further in an attempt to get impossibly closer to her, practically trapping her beneath him, causing her to let out a small, startled gasp.

“Shhh… relax, my dear. Listen… to your… body…”

His lips pressed against hers again, his body slowly shifting. Salem tightly shut her eyes as she anticipated his next move, feeling a confusing combination of anxiety and… want…?

After a few moments, König suddenly moved, and she felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot through her body — a brief pain. She gasped again, the sound soon muffled by a hand over her mouth.

“Quiet… shhh… your father mustn’t hear…”

He moved again, and the pain slowly began to dissolve into pleasure. Salem’s eyes shot open as she looked up at him, seeing how his gaze had turned more primal… hungry. The sight was slightly alarming, but Salem found herself clinging to him, her hands tightly gripping onto his shoulders.

“There…” König whispered as he now moved in a slow, steady rhythm. “There… yes…”

There was no more pain now… only sweetness, her nails digging into his shirt as the sensations started to overwhelm her. Suddenly, it didn’t matter how wrong this all was. Now, it was like she was in heaven.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, the tension in that room was reaching unbearable, suffocating levels. König’s breath gently fanned her face as it came out in heavy pants, his lips parted. He was a man possessed.

Then, he leaned to mumble something in her ear, and that just about killed her.

“Du schöner Engel... dein Körper wurde vom Himmel geschickt. (You beautiful angel… your body was sent from heaven.)”

He smirked against her neck as he felt her tense up a little at his words. Ah, so she liked that. Perfect.

“Du schönes Mädchen... du warst für mich bestimmt. (You beautiful girl… you were meant for me.)”

He heard her suppress a gasp, which only served as motivation for him to continue, his hips rocking against hers more deeply as he panted against the shell of her ear.

“Du machst mich verrückt... du machst mich verrückt… (You’re making me crazy… you’re making me crazy…)”

The words were an almost-groan at that point, and he quickly lifted his hand from her mouth to kiss her deeply. It was a desperate, rough, messy kiss with no gentleness or tenderness behind it. He slipped his tongue into her mouth with zero hesitation, firmly grasping her jaw between his fingers. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer to him as he gasped against her lips, the pleasure mounting more and more. She felt so, so perfect.

The moment König felt Salem’s arms wrap around his neck, that was when it truly sunk in that she was just as far gone as he was. His lips traveled down her jawline to her neck and then her collarbone, drawing closer and closer to her chest.

“Wie würde sich Ihr Vater fühlen, wenn er wüsste, was seine wertvolle, unschuldige Tochter tut… (How would your father feel if he knew what his precious, innocent daughter was doing…)” he then asked, punctuating his question with a small bite to her skin. “Gerade jetzt, hinter verschlossenen Türen? (Right now, behind closed doors?)”

He let out a small chuckle against her skin, his words getting increasingly bolder with each second.

“Oh, er würde so enttäuscht sein... (Oh, he would be so disappointed…)”

Something in Salem just snapped. As though a switch had flipped within her, she quickly pushed König onto his back, straddling his waist. Caught off-guard by the sudden switch in positions, he looked up at her, his gaze darkening.

“Du kleiner Teufel. (You little devil.)”

Salem was staring down at him wide-eyed, her breathing heavy. “Shut up.” She gasped. “Stop.”

“Hm?” König then chuckled. “Or what? Ah, I had a feeling you aren’t so innocent as you’re letting on…”

Salem pulled her underwear down to her ankles, noticing how König intently watched her as she did so, awaiting her next move with an amused gleam in his eyes.

“I said… shut up.” She then whispered, her voice shaking.

“Hm, that’s not rather kind—”

König couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, letting out a sharp gasp as he suddenly felt Salem’s hips rocking against him. His large hands reached to grip her waist, his nails digging into her flesh through her skirt as he instinctually guided her movements.

Normally, he would refuse to give up power like this, but seeing the way Salem’s face contorted in pleasure… he’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t affecting him. And the way she firmly placed her hands on his chest to try and steady herself…

Salem’s breath suddenly hitched again, and she could now feel a particular heat starting to develop in her abdomen. The sensation was unfamiliar to her. All she knew was that it was overwhelming.

“Look at you…” König whispered, his voice hoarse. “Dein Vater hat eine solche Hure großgezogen... (Your father has raised such a whore…)”

A sudden shockwave of pleasure shot through him, and König laid his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as his grip on Salem’s waist tightened.

“Oh…” he hissed.

Salem’s head tilted back as her lips parted and her eyes closed in ecstasy, her pace starting to quicken just a little. She was trying so hard to be quiet, but it felt near-impossible in the intense euphoric state she was in. And so, König’s name quietly fell from her lips in a hushed whisper.

His eyes blinked open when he heard that sound, and he immediately pulled himself up into a sitting position, wrapping an arm around Salem’s waist and pulling her so impossibly close. Frantically and desperately, he decorated her with kisses wherever he could — her neck, her jaw, her collarbone… all over her face, and his hands were grabbing her wherever they could.

Salem then let out a small whimper, and König immediately muffled her with his hand again.

“Shhh… bitte, Sie müssen still sein. (please, you must be quiet.)”

She was grabbing at the collar of his shirt now, her desperation obvious as the heat pooling in her abdomen burned more and more.

And then, there was a knock on the door.

König released his hand from Salem’s mouth to allow her to speak, planting kisses all over her face and neck again. Was he trying to make her insane?

Taking a deep breath, Salem tried her hardest to keep her voice steady, which proved to be a serious challenge.

“What… what is it?”

“Is everything… alright in there?”

His patience deteriorating, König pushed Salem back onto the mattress, smirking against her neck as he heard her swallow a gasp. She writhed underneath him as his hips shifted, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. It was almost like he was intentionally tormenting her now that her father was behind the door.

“What do you… mean?” She asked, running a hand through König’s soft hair as she tried so desperately to maintain her composure.

“I heard a noise. Just thought I’d check on you.”

“Everything’s… fine. I just had a nightmare, that’s all.”

A sudden violent jolt of pleasure hit Salem as König finally reached the most sensitive part of her body, and she forced herself to not cry out in ecstasy, her legs beginning to quiver.

“Are you sure?”

Salem nodded, clenching her teeth as a whimper threatened to leave her lips.

“Yes.”

There was a period of awkward silence that followed, seeming to stretch on for far too long. König’s face was burrowed in the crook of Salem’s neck as he was fighting to hold back. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt like this; it was like he was a teenager all over again.

“Alright.”

Once Salem heard her father’s footsteps disappear, she just about breathed a sigh of relief. König didn’t stop there, though. No, not even close.

“Wie unanständig... in diesem Zustand mit deinem Vater zu sprechen. (How indecent… to talk to your father in this state.)”

“What are you… saying…?” Salem asked with a whimper.

“Hm… I don’t believe that’s something you need to know…”

“Wh… why…?”

“Mm, I already told you…”

“You… you bastard…”

Another sudden jolt of pleasure sent shivers down Salem’s body, the heat in her abdomen building and building, her muscles tensing more and more. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling, her vision growing hazy as she drowned, drowned, drowned in absolute bliss. Time felt like it was slowing down, and nothing else seemed to exist except for the two of them.

“Sie sind nah dran, nicht wahr? (You’re close, aren’t you?)” König asked, his voice a husky, erotic whisper.

Salem’s only response was a whine that was slightly higher in pitch. She grabbed at the collar of his shirt again, desperately trying to pull him even closer. König could tell — and feel — that she was on the verge of climax, and he figured that he might as well make her suffer a little longer.

“Ah-ah,” he gently scolded. “Nicht jetzt. (Not now.) Beg.”

“Please.”

Salem’s voice was breaking at that point, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “Slow… slow down. Please.”

And then, König switched their positions, Salem being on top of him again. Instinctually, she began to move, this time at a more fervent pace, but König firmly gripped her hips, forcing her to slow down.

Now, Salem truly felt like she was being tortured. The pressure had reached an unbearable level and she was desperate for relief, yet König wasn’t letting her have it.

Why was he forcing her to wait, when he was barely hanging on just as much as she was? She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was desperately clinging on. She could feel it, too. He was incredibly tense.

“Wait,” König ordered, his voice raspy. “Wait, until I say you can.”

Salem’s eyes were starting to water even more with the effort of holding back her climax. Each time she felt him rub against her most sensitive skin, her stomach tingled and twisted into knots.

“Please…” she whined. “Please…”

All she could do was beg, wanting nothing more than to be finally let free.

And then, she felt him begin to thrust up into her, and that was the final straw.

“Jetzt. (Now.)”

With one particularly sharp thrust, König found that sweet spot of hers again, causing Salem to let out a sound that was a mixture of a gasp and a whimper. Her hips suddenly jerked, and that was it.

Now, she was experiencing the most pleasurable, blissful, euphoric thing she had ever felt in her lifetime. It washed over her in sweet spasms, causing her head to tilt back as a quiet, prolonged moan fell gracefully from her lips.

She was squeezing him so tightly, and combined with the sight of her losing herself to absolute ecstasy was the very thing that gave König that final push. Trying to stifle the sounds coming from the both of them, he pulled Salem down against him in a messy, deep kiss.

Salem knew he’d met his release when she felt a sudden warmth shoot through her body, and all the while, their bodies continued to move together in an erratic rhythm. For König, it had been years since he had last experienced something this intense. His release possessed his entire body; once it began, it couldn’t stop.

“Ein solcher Engel… ein solcher Engel… (Such an angel… such an angel…)”

As the two of them rode out their shared high together, Salem was floating in a reality unlike this one. She felt like she was dreaming, lightheaded, and completely weak.

The feeling was so beautiful that she was disappointed when it was all over, collapsing onto König’s chest with a shaky sigh. Salem was a trembling, exhausted mess at that point.

“You’re…” she murmured, her face burrowed in his shirt. “You’re dangerous… dangerous…”

She struggled to catch her breath, her limbs trembling every time she attempted to move. König’s heart was racing just as much as hers was, her comment eliciting a weak, dazed chuckle from him.

“You’re shaking, my dear.”

Salem was much too weak to get off of him. She just remained there on his chest, her arms wrapped around him as her breathing slowly began to regulate. To her surprise, she found herself not wanting to separate from him, holding onto him like he was a life source as he left gentle kisses on the top of her head.

For a while, they just remained there like that as they both slowly returned to reality, and once the realization of what had happened sunk in, Salem felt… guilty. This man was old enough to be her father, yet here she was.

Speaking of her father, Salem was now worried that he caught on to what had happened. Had the little act she had put on been convincing enough? She sure hoped so.

Finally finding the strength to pull away from König, she slowly sat up on the bed, running a hand through her now-messy hair as she let out a sigh. “We shouldn’t have done that. I swear, if my father suspects anything…”

König continued to lie there, looking up at Salem with a mildly perplexed expression on his face. “Mm, he won’t.”

He then reached up, his fingers delicately moving along the skin of her neck. “Our little secret, yes?”

Despite his cool demeanor, he couldn’t deny the regret Salem was exhibiting actually… hurt. In his mind, he couldn’t understand why she felt that way. He didn’t regret it, so why did she?

In response to König’s words, Salem slowly nodded, trying to push down the sudden wave of guilt and shame that she felt. Maybe she was worrying too much.

“In that case,” König then spoke, pulling himself up, “I cannot risk staying here, as much as I’d like to.”

Now, why was Salem suddenly finding herself wanting him to stay? But… she understood, nodding and not saying anything, just watching as he fixed himself up.

“I have… things to attend to, anyway.”

König glanced down at his pants, muttering something under his breath that Salem couldn’t exactly understand, and then looked back at her. “I suggest you clean yourself up as well.”

Right.

The last word König spoke to her was a simple “goodnight,” and then he was gone, leaving Salem with what felt like a million things on her mind.