#and I know that punishing myself isn’t the answer but FUCK

[shatterthefragments]

This should come via letter mail not only fucking CRA email

(They reassessed a previous tax year and I owe them a lot of money now 😭)

And the thing is that maybe. Maybe if I had better executive function maybe I would’ve checked my email (which. Accidentally turned off All Email notifications to That email that has the Important Stuff until earlier this week. Probably an auto setting with the new phone from a year or so ago so only primary emails got notifications) to see that I have CRA mail. (Which. They never elaborate in that as to what it is) but.

And maybe even if I replied to that letter I would still owe them the money because I did it wrong originally (always a possibility)

(And the sad truth of it is that most likely I would’ve put off opening the physical mail but maybe I would’ve been able to.)

[kooqitas]

#pairing: bf!jeonghan x virgin!reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~2500

#synopsis: you decide to question why your boyfriend is avoiding kissing you, you just didn't expect the reason to be so… sexual

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, loss of virginity, fingering, praise kink, eating cum, oral sex, the reader at one point asks him to stop out of embarrassment, use of lube.

#notes: not proofread, english isn’t my first language! soft sex has its value.

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dating jeonghan sometimes felt like punishment from the universe. he was the most affectionate boyfriend in the world, he treated you so fucking well, he was affectionate in his touches and gestures, he understood you, he spent all the time he could with you, you felt so fucking loved, and of course, he was beautiful, damn, jeonghan was so beautiful that it was unfair, you even thought when they started flirting that he was lying to you, it was inhumane for someone to be pretty like that.

but then, what would be the punishment of the universe? he didn't feel sexual attraction towards you, seriously, it was the only possible explanation, jeonghan never touched you too much, he never insinuated naughty things to you, it seemed like he enjoyed your presence and that was it.

like now, he gave you a few cute kisses on the couch, but soon walked away, hugging you carefully again and paying attention to the movie. it frustrated you like hell, and not even you could explain what made you complain.

"do you want to break up?"

"excuse me?”

"break up, do you want to break up with me, jeonghan?" you asked again, visibly irritated.

"what? no? baby, are you okay?"

"damn, jeonghan, you don't kiss me properly, i’m tired of this! what's going on?"

jeonghan read you easily, so he soon understood what that subject was about, it turns out that the problem wasn't the lack of sexual attraction that your boyfriend had for you, quite the opposite, the problem was the excess of sexual attraction that he had .

“you’re virgin.”

“hm?”

“i don't kiss you properly because…” he took a breath deep. “being too close to you makes me feel things, and i’ll never pressure you into anything, so i think it's better to stay away.”

“wait. what?”

you gasped slightly at your boyfriend's confession, what do you mean kissing you made him feel things? i mean, of course you know exactly what those things were, but, does jeonghan really feel sexual attraction to you and that's why he avoids kissing you?

“i wanna fuck you, so bad. wow, i wanna fuck you like hell to be honest, but i know you've never had this experience so i don't wanna pressure you into anything.”

“fuck me?”

“so bad. that's why i keep moving away from your touches, you're driving me crazy, doll, i'm gonna go crazy because of you.”

you didn't answer your boyfriend, you just kissed him, knowing that he wanted you like that made you a little clouded with lust, you thought the situation was just the opposite.

"alright, alright, doll, calm down!" he laughed with your mouth still attached to his. “i'm really not kidding when i say you're driving me crazy."

"i need your kiss, hannie!"

“fuck!”

your boyfriend mumbled before kissing you the way he did a few weeks ago, his big hands towards your waist, squeezing there tightly as if he intended to leave marks, as if he wanted you to remember that feeling for hours and hours.

jeonghan seemed a little bolder than other times, especially when he pulled you onto his lap, you went without even thinking, and didn't even notice when he started to awkwardly roll around there, you only noticed the atmosphere of things when he moaned against your mouth.

you were scared, not like you didn't know what that moan or that thing growing beneath you meant, on the contrary, you were scared because you knew exactly what it all was.

"it's okay, princess! I'll take care of myself later." jeonghan was gentle as he placed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you again boldly.

you had never been in that situation, it was very likely that in the future you would blame your fertile period, and of course, how handsome your boyfriend was and was a good kisser.

but, in a way, you never had any resistance to sex either, it was just a matter of never finding someone who made you 100% comfortable with the idea of ​​taking off your clothes.

well, at least until you met jeonghan.

from the way he kissed you, the way he touched you and moaned against your mouth, even the way he involuntarily lifted his hips against you, fuck, everything made you feel so desired.

you felt his big hands enter your shirt and slowly move up from your belly to your ribs, leaving a not-so-chaste affection there, all while he continued to kiss you. jeonghan needed those touches as much as you did.

“hanie~” you moaned. 

“what, doll?” he kissed your jaw, making you feverish as his thumbs came up to brush against your tits, you had never received that kind of touch, jeonghan smiled when he saw how sly you became with that simple act.

you didn’t say anything else, just relaxed when his thumb finally touched your nipple, moaning against his neck. jeonghan laughed, and fuck, you felt so turned on by his machiavellian laugh.

"is my doll sensitive? god, how will you react when i touch you more..."

jeonghan continued running his thumb there, and you wanted to scream when his index finger came together to pull your nipple, the pleasant sensation of pain with pleasure, it was very different to feel jeonghan do this than to do by your own.

noticing your nonverbal permission, jeonghan pulled your shirt up, and you didn't really notice until he started staring at your breasts, and when you noticed, you tried to cover them, embarrassed.

"no, kitten, don't do that! fuck, you're so beautiful, le’mme put them in my mouth, hm?" jeonghan said kissing your neck, making you forget anything about the damn shame you felt. and when jeonghan finally rolled his tongue around your right nipple you couldn't even think, fuck, that was too much.

your hand entered his hair, pulling hard while you moaned something that even you didn't understand, his tongue surrounding and sucking your nipple with devotion, making you rub yourself even more on his lap. and everything got worse, or better, when he gave a light bite there, eliciting a loud moan from you that made him smile.

"you liked it, didn't you?"

you wanted to tell him to fuck off, you had already talked about you being a virgin, so he knew very well that he was the first person to touch you like that, to be honest, he not only knew but he imagined, fuck, jeonghan lost count of how many times he cum in own hand just imagining how sensitive you would be to his touches.

and there you were, to his happiness, and yours too.

"do you wanna go to my room?"

you were hesitant at first, going to the bedroom would mean letting things get even more intense. of course you were horny, but it was still your first time, you were definitely worried.

"hey, it's okay! we've kissed there several times..." he tried to calm you down.

"not with me without a shirt.”

jeonghan laughed, taking off his shirt too, damn, your boyfriend was so fucking hot. it was the first time you saw your boyfriend without a shirt face to face, damn...

"this makes it worse, not help." you confessed, laughing.

"we're gonna do just what you want, doll."

and so you agreed, letting jeonghan carry you to his bed.

something happened on the way between the sofa and the bed, because jeonghan was much more daring, still careful but cheeky.

he continued sucking your tits, making you lift your hips off the bed in search of more contact while moaning slyly, and then he took two fingers to your mouth, without taking his own mouth off your nipple. you looked at him, not really understanding what he wanted with that, and the answer you got was your boyfriend's dark eyes.

you had never seen jeonghan like this, his look was brimming with lust, that's the truth, you could cum just seeing him like this.

jeonghan kissed you again, removing his fingers from your mouth and cleaning them on your thighs, pressing them there with some force, making you wish more and more that he was touching you somewhere else...

“hannie~” you moaned.

"please, you're gonna drive me crazy moaning like that, i’m trying to have self-control!"

your boyfriend continued to kiss you, his hand groping your body making you shiver and feel chills, you couldn't think of anything else, you didn't even know what you had agreed to when he asked you something that you didn't even understand, but the next minute, your shorts were running down your legs, and despite being shy, you were grateful.

"you're so wet, doll, is this all for me?" you felt your face burn at the question, closing your legs and trying to hide your face with your hand. "no, there's no need to be ashamed, damn it, knowing that you want it the way i want it..."

"what are you doi-" you couldn't finish questioning, jeonghan rubbed his nose against your wet panties before you finished the sentence, making you let out an extremely loud moan, which made him smile.

your moan was the key point for jeonghan to lose even more self control, in the next second he was pushing your panties to the side and running his tongue all over your pussy.

"did you get wet for me? do you want your man to make you cum?"

“hannie… god… hannie, don’t say it!”

"why not?" he said, running his finger over your completely wet cunt. "makes you more horny? that's good, doll, you have to be really relaxed, and open for when i put my cock inside you." jeonghan looked at you as if he knew all of his dirtiest sins. "can i do this, doll? can i prepare you for my cock?"

“p-please…”

you didn't even know what you were asking for please, but it was divine when ejonghan's hot tongue came into contact with your cunt, you arched your hips, whimpering at the new sensation, feeling like you could melt on your boyfriend's tongue and then grabbing his sheet trying to discount what you was feeling.

jeonghan knew exactly what he was doing, every inch of your cunt felt his wet tongue, the new sensation making you whimper with pleasure while he just laughed, enjoying everything. jeonghan added one finger on you, and then two, and by the third you were seeing stars, even more so when he was telling you the whole time that he was just preparing you for his cock.

he spat on your pussy a few times, and the pornographic sound drove you insane, but worse than that was the sound of his tongue playing with you.

you tried to close your legs, your stomach was churning, but jeonghan stopped you, taking his fingers out of you only to lock your legs on the bed, making you moan even more.

"please please!" you tried to push jeonghan away from you, you tried to push his head away, you tried to close your legs. "hannie, please stop, i'll..."

"are you gonna cum for me?"

you knew you would, god it was so embarrassing. you nodded, whimpering in humiliation, trying one last time to get your boyfriend to let go of you, fuck, what if he didn't like the way you tasted?

"then i won't stop, doll! this is the best part... cum in my mouth, princess, your hannie wanna feel you!"

and you don't know if it was your boyfriend's words or how deep he put his tongue in you, but in the next second your legs were shaking around his head, as you came on the hot tongue that kept sucking you. jeonghan didn't stop, he seemed willing to take everything from you, every drop, every tremor, everything.

he laughed when after a few seconds he moved up his body to kiss you, his chin completely wet and you didn't know if it was saliva or his cum.

"you need to prove yourself, love, look how delicious you are!" and then jeonghan kissed you.

and there you were, feeling your boyfriend's saliva mixed with your recent orgasm, and damn, that was delicious.

your breathing was finished, but you wanted more, you continued rubbing yourself against your boyfriend without any shame, missing something of him filling you.

"hey, calm down! we need to breathe..." he joked. “or do you want more? Of course you want it, you want my cock opening your pussy, right?”

"i want more, hannie! please!" you said slyly, still rubbing against your boyfriend.

"god, you're insane, my dirty little girl! do you want more? do you want hannie to fill that pussy?"

"please" you were dizzy, the recent orgasm was still having its effects on your body, but you wanted more, you needed it so much.

and jeonghan would never deny your request.

you watched jeonghan take off his pants and underwear, and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes when you saw the size of his cock, damn, that was big.

it scared you a little, but you still wanted it. jeonghan laughed when he saw your shocked face, taking something from the desk next to the bed: it was a tube of lubricant.

"it will help us." he chuckled as he spread it across the entire length. "i’m gonna fill you up now, doll!"

jeonghan entered slowly, kissing your neck and playing with your nipples as he put every inch inside you, it was a little painful, but nothing unbearable, fingering you and using lube helped a lot.

when jeonghan was finally inside you completely, he withdrew, entering again, and you heard him let out a grotesque moan. damn, you've never felt so horny in your life.

jeonghan continued thrusting, his walls squeezing you as you felt him opening you up more and more.

"fucking hot, damn, i can't believe i’m fucking you.”

you moaned, gripping your boyfriend's shoulders as he bit your neck and went deeper and deeper.

"i’m gonna to fill you up, i'm gonna leave your pussy leaking my cum. my pussy. you're mine. your pussy is mine." jeonghan was still careful, but he wasn't thinking very well, especially given the way he seemed to want to devour you if he could.

the sensation was completely new to you, your fingers and not even jeonghan's would give you that sensation, you felt him inside you, you felt the desire, the heat of his body, fuck, it was too much. you just moaned, begging him not to stop. he laughed.

"let me cum in you? let me cum in that pussy, please."

you just nodded, clouded with pleasure. jeonghan brought his thumb to your clitoris, giving you a new sensation that made your body shiver, and it didn't last long, the next minute you came again, screaming your boyfriend's name for all the neighbors to hear.

with the pressure your pussy exerted, jeonghan came right away, letting you feel the hot liquid paint all your walls white, damn, that felt so fucking good.

you took a breath, and a few minutes later jeonghan went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water

"are you ok? did you like it?" he asked you

"fuck, yes"

"good, because i still wanna fuck you in doggy style, and make you suck my cock!"

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” with August Walker 🙏🫠💕 (hope this gets through, stupid tumblr!)

desperate times, desperate measures

pairing: august walker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. pet names. some dom/sub vibes. spanking. dirty talk. reader calls august sir. if i’m missing something lmk.

words: 2,222

notes: ten thousand years later lol 😭 thank you for sending this prompt in!! apologies that it’s taken so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcomed and so appreciated. 🖤

You bat your lashes, playing innocent as August fumes down at you.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you say, “you said if I had a problem that I needed to figure it out for myself and not bother you, that’s exactly what I did.”

He takes another step closer and now your back is completely to the wall. You swallow thickly as he closes in, his eyes dark as he glares at you.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, kitten,” he growls.

“With all due respect, I’m not laughing, sir.”

He scoffs at the honorific. “Now you want to recall your place.”

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir,” you shake your head with a pout. “But you told me to solve my problems on my own so, I don’t know,” you shrug, musing aloud before looking into his heady eyes, “maybe you’ve forgotten yours?”

That’s it. You’ve pushed his last button. You can see the fire as it flares in his gaze and fight your smile at finally having his attention again.

You gasp as his hand circles your throat and he shoves you harder against the wall, his nostrils flaring in his irritation.

“This your way of saying you missed me, angel?”

You don’t respond as he squeezes your throat just so.

“Because if it is, you’ve gone about it all wrong.” His tone softens as he tilts his head at you, your hand gripping his wrist as he keeps you in place, “I know you like it soft and sweet, princess, but if that’s what you wanted, you should’ve been patient and asked nicely, like a good kitten. Instead,” he smirks wryly, “you’ve gone ahead and earned yourself not one, but two punishments now.”

“Two?” you squeak out in question.

“One for talking back, and one for touching what doesn’t belong to you.”

You pout up at him but it does nothing to help your case.

“You know better, princess. You don’t bother me when I’m working-“

“But I didn-“ you try to argue before he squeezes your throat again, eliciting a whimper from you as you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.

“And you don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. You sure as hell don’t get yourself off while I’m away without my permission either. Now don’t get yourself into any more trouble, and tell me the truth.”

You fingers dance along his thick forearm as you wait for him to ask what you know he’s going to.

“How many times did you come without me?”

You start to open your mouth but he stops you before you can voice your answer.

“Do not lie to me,” he warns darkly.

“Twice,” you wisp out, looking down at his chest as you avoid his glare.

“Twice,” he hums. “10 for each time, that sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?”

You slowly look up to his blazing blue eyes and with your pout still fixed on your face, you nod softly.

“Yes, sir. That sounds fair.”

He leans in, kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Good girl. Now step out of your panties and get your ass on the couch.”

He lets you go and takes only a single step back from you, watching as you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your underwear down your thick, plush thighs.

He licks his lips just thinking about getting you on his face again. He knows you love the way his mustache tickles you as he eats you out and he loves the way you taste on his tongue, the weight of you on his face, those soft thighs around his head, threatening to suffocate him. It’s intoxicating and he can feel his cock growing in his pants as he imagines it.

He knows you’ve missed him and he knows he’s been too focused, too preoccupied on things that don’t mean anywhere near as much to him as you do.

And he’s gonna make it up to you. But you did break the rules, so you’re gonna make it up to him first.

-

Your ass is hot and stinging from the nineteen strikes of August’s heavy palm coming down hard on your bottom.

You’re bent over his lap as he sits on the couch and soothes his latest strike as you whimper and whine at the feeling. The mix of pain and pleasure has you wanting and on edge.

“You’ve taken your first punishment well, princess. Maybe now you deserve a little treat,” he speaks lowly, letting his fingers delve lower as he brushes against your wetness.

You moan at his touch but you know all his little tricks. You’ve learned the hard way.

“Thank you, sir,” you begin, “but I have one more spanking left to make it up to you.”

He laughs darkly at your words, amused by your catching on.

“You’re right, kitten,” he rumbles, sliding his hand back up to your bottom. “One more, and then you can have a treat.”

He rubs your hot cheek, deliberately taking his time before you feel him raise his hand.

You try hard not to stiffen too much, you know he doesn’t like that, as you wait for the sting.

It’s hard and fast as he spanks you one final time, jolting you on his lap as you cry out, your hands clawing at his thighs as the pang radiates. In nearly the same moment, his hand is once again rubbing softly at your bottom, soothing the sharp sting.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “so good for me.”

You murmur as he kneads your ass, spreading your cheeks and urging your thighs apart too. You’re dripping with your arousal and he loves it.

He shoves you forward, and you catch yourself on the cushion before you as he moves around your backside.

You’re on your hands and knees on the couch, barely registering what just happened, as August wastes no time in getting behind you and shoving his face between your legs.

You squeak in your surprise before moan after moan tumbles out of you. August holds you by your hips as he buries himself in your wet pussy, his mustache adding that peculiarly delightful sensation to his tendings.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you make the most sinfully beautiful sounds for him. Your wetness on his tongue has his cock throbbing and as much as he wants to feel you come just like this, he can’t wait any longer to get his dick inside you.

You whine in disappointment as he parts from your cunt but then you hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls down his pants and your walls clench around nothing in your excitement.

You haven’t felt him in days and it’s been driving you crazy. You’ve needed this. You’ve needed him. So if you had to break a rule or two to break his trance on his work - especially after he’d been gone for nearly a week - you were gonna do what you had to do.

You can feel the tip of him as he lines himself up to your waiting hole. One strong hand on your hip and the other tight on his cock as he plays with you for a long, torturous moment, and then with one sharp thrust, he’s fully inside of you.

You moan at the feeling as he slides back out and then slams right back in, fucking you hard and deep. He makes sure you feel each and every inch of his thick cock as he fills your pussy.

Every thrust has you crying out as his hips slap against your still sore ass and his hand grips your hip tight. His other slides up your soft body, feeling your belly and your grab-able curves through your clothes. He squeezes your covered breast and growls as he thrusts into you harder.

You can’t help yourself as you push back on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect time as your slick walls squeeze his length.

“Feels so good, sir,” you moan. “Ahh,” you cry, “so good!”

“I know, princess,” he smirks, breathing heavy, “I feel you squeezing my cock,” he grunts, “you gonna come for me, angel? Huh?” He punctuates his question with a particularly deep thrust, pulling you back by your hips as he keeps you still against him. His movements get sharper and harder as he begins to use you the way you like in this position, like you’re just a fuck toy for him to use whenever he wants. His groans and grunts filling your ears as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter as he fucks you.

He’s so strong and his thrusts are so powerful that he knocks you off your arms as he uses you and you let your head fall to the cushion as your back arches further.

You can’t do anything but moan and gasp through the intense pleasure building and building until you feel his thick fingers on your sensitive clit. You cry out as he works you closer to your high.

“Oh, god, August, I’m - I’m fuck, I’m gonna come! Please please please let me come, sir, please,” you cry pathetically, a part of you praying to anyone who might be listening that he’s too preoccupied with fucking you to remember he still owes you one more punishment.

“Yeah?” He growls, “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Fuck,” he snarls as your walls squeeze him tighter and you moan your affirmation. “Go ahead,” he pants in your ear as he leans over you, somehow hitting your most sensitive spot even more as he gets deeper inside of you. “Come on my fat cock. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze me so tight you get every last drop of my fucking cum out. Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want my cum dripping out of you like the dirty little slut you are.”

Thank fuck.

“Want it, wanna feel you, sir. Want your cum,” you whimper, “please. come inside me, I want it so bad, sir, please.” You sound debauched and pathetic and it has August right on edge with you.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as he speaks so dirty in your ear, your belly clenching, toes curling, eyes screwed shut, as you cry out and your tight pussy milks his cock. The second he felt you start to come, he didn’t bother holding himself back any longer either, his thick cum spilling against your walls as he slowed his thrusts.

You’re out of breath as you crumple beneath him and you gasp at the loss of him as he gently pulls his cock out of you. He spreads your pussy and watches as his cum spills out of you, his big hands massaging your thighs until he drags his touch up to your ass, again kneading your softness before he leans down and kisses your cheeks.

His hands go to your hips as he moves his touch and his body up your own until his chest is against your back and his lips are against cheek. He kisses you again gently as his arms wrap around your middle.

He turns you over so you’re facing him as you lay on the couch, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, fighting a pout as you peer up at him.

“I know,” he responds, “I’ve missed you, too.” He leans closer and kisses you softly as your fingers play in his hair. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long, then I got caught up in work and I -,” he cuts himself off. “I’m sorry, angel.”

You smile softly and pull him close again to give him a kiss of your own.

“You gonna make it up to me?” You question playfully.

He smirks, “was what we just did not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you shake your head. “You haven’t even taken my clothes off, yet.”

August chortles at your frown, pushing himself to sit up on the couch and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap.

“You’re right,” he smirks wickedly, “I’ve got a lot I wanna do with you tonight, so why don’t we start with you giving me a little show. Remind me what I’ve been missing?”

You smile coyly and nod, slipping off his lap. Before you can turn from him though, he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your second punishment. It’s coming,” he promises, blue eyes burning into your own, the excitement there sending a new thrill through you.

“Yes, sir,” you reply demurely, slowly pulling your hand from his - the longing between you both for one another more than evident in the touch.

You’re excited for what’s to come, but most for the end of the night - the one predictable part of your reunion where you know you’ll find yourself cleaned, fed, and cozy in August’s arms as he holds you and murmurs praises, sweet nothings and confessions of his love for you until you fall asleep together.

And then, if you ask real nice, the morning will bring you August’s special blueberry pancakes, and a whole lotta loving. Soft and sweet, just the way he knows you like.

[havensins]

Jealous reader fucking tony in a bathroom or something

tony stark x dom!m!reader

cw . sub!tony, dirty talk, humiliation, semi-public sex, wet & messy, use of butt-plugs, free use mentions, jealousy.

note . okay ik this was supposed to be a short ask but i couldn’t help myself!

like the cliche i ammm, of course this would happen during one of his parties. let’s say he was celebrating a big win within the company or smth

of course, he’s the talk of the night. people coming from everywhere are congratulating, making offers. tony had originally brought you to show you off, etc. it isn’t like tony couldn’t tell when certain ceo’s were flirting with him it’s just… with the way you were looking at him from across the room, he couldn’t help putting on a tad bit of a show to keep your attention.

he had fun toying with you in the moment, flirting back with anyone who dared try and sweet talk him. some of the night passes in a blur and it’s toward the middle of the party when you’re pulling him toward the bathrooms.

thankfully they’re deserted for the moment, and tony grunts softly as you push him into the spacious stall. “no need to be so rough, you know i’m all yours,” he breathes, taking steps back as you back him into the wall.

“do i?” you question, loosening your tie and untucking your shirt. tony looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. he begins to messily discard some of his own clothing. “i mean, you should. you are the only one who could have me like this.” he says, shrugging softly and unbuckling his belt. “hm,” you hum, as if you’re contemplating what he’s saying. you kiss down his neck, unable to resist the urge to touch him once again. “you have a point but sometimes you need to learn a lesson, tony.” you mutter against his collar bone, tugging his pants down.

“that’s-“ he begins to try and sweet talk his way out of his impending punishment, but you’re quick to capture his lips in a kiss. “you’re talking too much.” you mumble over his lips and he whines in complaint but otherwise remains quiet.

“turn around and bend over; hands against the wall,” you direct, and he immediately does what you say. tony looks so messy in this situation. his eyes are all glossy, his (surely) expensive dress slacks are pooled around his ankles and his ass is presented to you.

a red jeweled plug is nestled between his cheeks, and the sight only makes you harder. “so this is what you wanted me to see? you all stretched out like some free-use whore?” you question, pressing two fingers over the base of the plug and he hisses. “wanted to be ready for you,” he breathes and you hum.

you tug at the base of the plug, slowly pulling it out and chewing on your bottom lip at the sight of copious amount of lube covering then plug. once it’s fully out, lube trickles in small beads down his taint. “so fuckin messy,” you rasp, tugging your own pants down to your thighs.

“can you hurry? i’ll dry up by the time you- oh..“ tony begins, his crude humor being cut short by your tip breaching his lube slicked hole. he’s breathing heavily by the time your hips are pressed flush against his ass, pressing harder against the wall.

“this is what you wanted right? to get fucked like a sloppy whore in the bathroom of your own party?” you tease, setting a fast pace and snapping your hips into his. “c’mon, tones, you know you need to answer me,” you murmur, leaving one hand on his hip while the other reaches around to tweak one of his nipples.

“yes, yessss…!” he drags, whining and pushing back against your hips. “cant believe you tony, out there letting them touch you like that, knowing you’d come back to me to be torn apart from the inside out..” you tell him, punctuating with harsh thrusts.

tony is loud, and only gets louder at your words. you can feel the way he squeezes you so tightly, your cock fucking into him and he took it as if he were made for it.

“i want you screaming by the end of this; show all those stuck ups that they could never have you.” you told him, and he nods, quivering in your hold. “cant hold it, ‘m g’nna cum,” he gasped, and with a grin, you wrap a hand around his erection. with a couple tugs at his cock, he’s cumming and painting the wall in front of him in ropes of his cum. he yells out as he does, squeezing around you so tightly that you falter in movement.

you slow down momentarily, and speed up as he finishes. “we’re not done here, tones. i told you i was gonna have you screaming, a-and i meant that,” you told him, grunting and working your hips into his.

even with his brain fogged, he had no problem with letting you use him til your hearts content.

[spicymambaae]

Surprise Homecoming: Pleasure and Punishment

Sequel to Letter From Karina & Letter To Karina

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Karina had been looking forward to this day all week. She’d been away on a work trip to Japan for what felt like an eternity and ever since she’d made the impulsive decision to cut it short, she couldn’t stop thinking about the moment she’d walk through the door and surprise her girlfriend.

Normally, Winter would greet her with playful jumps, smothering her face in kisses and running her hands along her body. But today was different.

As Karina stepped inside the apartment, she noticed that Winter was nowhere to be seen. The place was eerily quiet. Confused, Karina called out for Winter, but there was no response.

Then, she heard it.

A faint moan, coming from their bedroom. Karina’s heart raced as she pushed open the door, only to be met with the sight of Winter spread out on their bed with a dildo buried deep inside her pussy, her fingers gliding over her clit. An anger began to bubble withing Karina, but it was quickly replaced by a different emotion.

“Kim Minjeong!” Karina said loudly over the sound of Winter’s heavy breathing. “You fucking desperate slut.”

Winter’s eyes flew open, her face a mixture of surprise and guilt. The sight of her hot girlfriend was enough to send her over the edge. “Karina… oh my…fuck…” With a gasp, she came all over the dildo, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably. She yanked the dildo out of her pussy with a wet pop, her cum leaking out of her pussy. Karina could see the flush creeping up her neck, coloring her cheeks.

“You fucked yourself while I was gone, huh?” Karina husked, slowly moving towards the bed until her knees were pressed against the mattress.

Winter swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice weak from the orgasm. “Wha…what are you doing home so early? You surprised me.” She sighed as she stroked her slit, coating her fingers in her juices.

Karina’s eyes never left Winter’s body, her gaze lingering on the wetness glistening between Winter’s legs. “I decided to come home early and surprise you”, she said, her voice low and steady. “And I see you broke our deal.”

Winter swallowed hard and tried not to squirm beneath Karina’s gaze. “I couldn’t help myself” her voice barely a whisper. “I missed you so much.”

“You really are insatiable” Karina chuckled, her hand reaching out to cup Winter’s cheek. “But you know the rules,” she said with a predatory grin. “You'll be punished for this.”

Winter’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “But if you had told me you were coming home early, I wouldn’t have touched myself.” Winter suddenly gasped as a stinging pain coursed through her body, realizing Karina had just spanked her pussy.

“Isn’t that the point of the surprise, baby” Karina arched an eyebrow “I kept my side of the deal. Why couldn’t you?” Her tone showed no signs of being upset, she simply enjoyed watching Winter squirm.

Unable to look away from Karina, she didn’t even realize she asked her a question.

“Answer me, baby.” Karina’s hand raised again. This time, she slapped Winter's pussy with more force, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. Winter’s hips jerked, her moan turning to a cry of pleasure and pain.

“I’m…I just missed you so much, Karina. I’m so used to you touching me every night that my pussy would throb. And the letter you sent me describing how much you want me, it only made it worse.” She said weakly.

Karina grinned and brought her palm down again. Winter’s hips jolted at the wet slap; she had to bite on her arm to silence her moans. Another slap and Winter whimpered and closed her thighs, trapping Karina’s hand.

“You should have waited for me.” Winter nodded quickly and spread her legs again, her lips forming a pout as she glanced down. She watched as Karina raised her hand and swung again, the contact against her pussy causing her to cry out.

With a growl, Karina continued to spank Winter's pussy, her hand coming down hard and fast, over and over again. Winter cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, her body arching off the bed.

“Shh, baby, you’re doing so good.” Karina said softly as she positioned herself on her stomach, her face inches from Winter’s pussy. She placed several kisses on her inner thigh, biting gently as she palmed Winter’s tingling pussy.

Winter threw her head back and let out a silent moan when Karina softly blew on her swollen and sensitive pussy. She gasped, her clit twitching from the sensation. “Please…” Winter begged.

Karina went in for a slow and teasing lick from Winter’s slit all they way up to her trembling clit, giving it a hard suck. Melting against the sheets, Winter closed her legs around Karina’s head, urging her to keep licking her.

“You want me to keep licking you, hmm?” Karina asked as she pried Winter’s outer lips open, her mouth watered at the sight of her wet entrance. "Or maybe you'd prefer the dildo now." She picked up the dildo and slowly ran it up and down Winter's clit.

“N-n-no… I need your mouth.” Winter whispered, her legs shaking as she struggled to keep them open “Nothing compares to how good your mouth feels on me, how good you eat my pussy.” Winter shamelessly confessed.

“Suck on it, baby. Taste your pussy on it,” Karina growled lowly, bringing the dildo to Winter’s full lips.

Winter flicked her tongue against its length, looking Karina straight in the eye as she did so. She sucked off all her cum from the silicone, her pussy throbbing as the musky flavor filled her taste buds. Karina couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight; Winter always knew how to please her, a willing and eager slut in the best possible way.

Karina set the dildo aside and turned to Winter, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Flip around, face down, ass up," she ordered. Without hesitation, Winter shifted into position, her anticipation growing as she listened to Karina rummaging in the drawer, where the strap-on was kept. The mere thought of what was coming made her pussy clench with anticipation and her hand subconsciously drifted between her legs.

Karina was adjusting the strap-on harness around her waist in front of the mirror. Catching sight of Winter's reflection, she swiftly turned around and slapped her hand away.

“Fucking Christ, Winter… you’re really begging to be punished.” Karina spat and spanked her left buttock.

“Baby…” Winter grunted, feeling the tingling sensation on her ass.

Karina smiled when the area turned red. She lifted her hand and spanked her again, now on the right buttock. Then, she placed both hands on her ass and caressed it; she had an adoration for Winter’s ass, it was so soft and perky.

“I love your ass.” Karina commented without ceasing to stroke and squeeze it. “I’d love to bite it.” She pressed her body against Winter’s back and brought her hands to her waist. Winter could feel the tip of the strap pressing against her pussy and it was driving her crazy.

“To tell you the truth, everything about you is hot.” Karina trailed her hands up Winter’s curves and moved them to her breasts. Winter purred when Karina squeezed her perky breasts, pressing her nipples with two fingers. Karina brought one of her hands to Winter’s hair and tossed it over her shoulder and disposed little kisses on Winter’s free shoulder, up her neck and jaw, until reaching her ear.

“Spread your legs.” Karina ordered in a whisper, using and abusing her seductive voice tone.

Winter shivered at that and did as she was told. Karina ran her fingers down the valley between Winter’s breasts, moving down slowly to her belly and then moved her fingers further down.

“Mine.” Karina said possessively; and without warning, she slapped once again Winter’s pussy, causing a delightful pain. Winter’s whole body jerked at the sensation.

“Push your ass out and spread your legs as wide as you can.” Karina ordered in her ear, and Winter quickly obeyed. Karina couldn’t help but groan. “Just like that…”

Karina started stroking Winter’s pussy lightly, moving her fingers slowly up and down, enjoying the feeling and the sound of her wetness.

“Such a greedy pussy” Karina whispered, completely turned on, close to Winter’s ear, driving her even more crazy. “You still want to feel my mouth on you, baby?”

“Karina…baby…” Winter chanted Karina’s name as she arched her back and slowly rocked her hips against her fingers, which made Karina pull away.

“What if my tongue wander somewhere else, hm?” Winter's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to process what Karina was saying. But before she could respond, Karina kissed the small of her back, and then down she wandered, her tongue darting out to flick Winter’s butthole.

Winter moaned softly, her body arching towards Karina's touch. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how right it felt to have Karina's tongue on her most intimate part.

Karina could feel Winter's body tense, her muscles clenching as she tried to resist the pleasure. But Karina was relentless, she pushed her tongue inside, sliding it deep into Winter's ass, fucking her with her tongue.

Winter couldn’t help but moan, her body arching back as Karina’s tongue delved deeper into her asshole. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling uncontrollably. Karina even closed her eyes to better enjoy her girlfriend’s taste.

But just then, Karina pulled her tongue away, leaving Winter’s ass wet and gaping for more.

“Ugh.. baby, no.” Winter complained when she felt Karina’s thumb circle her asshole. Karina let out a chuckle and said nothing, just brought her mouth to Winter’s hardened clit and sucked it hard. “Oh… yes, yes, yes…”

Karina couldn’t help but chuckle at Winter’s bipolarity. She used her right hand to further spread Winter’s ass, exposing her pussy even more. Karina moaned as she quickly rubbed Winter’s puckered hole, and Winter purred, feeling shiver go through her spine at the new sensation.

Fucking hell, she knows what she’s doing so well. Winter concluded in her mind.

“I knew you’d like it.” Karina said and Winter just nodded her head, unable to say anything. “Push your ass against my finger. That’s it.”

Karina kept eating her out, without stopping the movements of her thumb. Winter felt her legs waver. Her clit began to throb, she screamed out as she came undone on Karina’s tongue, who thirstily licked and sucked everything she gave her.

After she finished drinking every remnant of Winter’s cum, she stood up, gripping Winter’s hair and pulling her up.

“We’re not done yet.” Karina whispered in her ear. “You still need to be punished” and pushed her back on the bed.

Winter, being the obedient girl she was, got back down on all fours, her eyes locked on Karina's as she felt the tip of the strap pressed into her tiny hole.

At the sensation, Winter sucked in a deep breath and kept her body loose and relaxed. Slowly, the pressure of Karina’s strap increased and it popped inside. Winter cried out in pleasure, her toes curled. A line of cum trickled out of her pussy, drenching the bed.

“Fuck, you’re taking my strap so good, baby” Karina palmed Winter’s ass and it landed with a loud smack, which made Winter groan and push back. Karina leaned forward, flattening her front against Winter’s back. Her stiff nipples were gliding against Winter’s soft skin.

Winter's hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as Karina continued to fuck her, sliding deeper and deeper into her. Winter craned her neck back to kiss Karina, her tongue slipping into her mouth while Karina suckled on it.

Karina’s hand slipped between Winter’s thighs to rub her clit slick with cum as she continued to pound her ass.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make my cum” Winter whimpered, her thighs shaking as Karina fucked her ass. “Please, don’t stop fucking me, please don’t stop.” She kept rutting her throbbing clit into Karina’s hand and her moans filled the room, swallowed by Karina’s eager mouth that sucked on her tongue. Winter came so hard that Karina had to hold her as her body couldn’t stop convulsing.

Karina panted at the sight of the girl cum gushing out of her girlfriend’s pussy. “Are you okay, baby?” She flipped Winter over, leaned down and kissed all over her face, her fingers still circling her twitching clit.

Winter was still shaking and cumming as Karina kept rubbing her sensitive clit, but she found the strength to gently push away Karina’s hand. “Baby, no more, too sensitive.”

“I warned you there would be consequences.”

[littlenightma]

Warm Hands | Rusty Nail x Female!Reader | Part 2 (NSFW)

Author’s Note: Part 1

Tags: NSFW content, older man/younger woman, size difference, dubious consent, kidnapping, possessive behavior, Rusty is doting on reader, lots o’ smut.

The convenience store had long disappeared beyond the horizon miles back, but you still stared at the rear view mirror hoping it would somehow appear again or that you would wake up in your bed letting you know this was all just a bad dream.

The snow storm was worsening as time passed, layering the road with snow, ice, and dirt. He took his time driving and acted nonchalant to the fact that he kidnapped you as he occasionally fiddled with the radio when it lost signal.

Your grocery bag sat in your lap, teasing you of what your night could have been. Watching your favorite show while you lounged on couch, eating your snacks and watching as the snow fell peacefully outside.

Yeah, what could have been.

“What’s your name?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s Rusty. Rusty Nail.”

You visibly deflated. “I meant your real name.”

“That is my name.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a nickname. There’s a difference.”

Rusty shook his head, further cementing his previous statement. “I haven’t considered myself that name in years. Everyone knows me as Rusty and that’s what you’ll call me too.”

“Don’t you want to know my name at least?”

His eyes twinkled amusingly. “I already what your name is, [Y/N].”

Your mouth parted in confusion. “Wait — how do you know that?”

Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached into his jacket and pulled out your wallet, offering it back to you. His voice and face teamed up to convey their disapproval and you felt like a child being chastised by their parent for being caught sneaking out at night.

“This fell when you tried running away from me.”

You took your wallet and examined it in disdain. You never realized it fell nor that he picked it up. So now he knew not just your name, but also where you lived. Great. You stuffed it into your own jacket roughly, punishing it for making your situation worse.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Home. It’s not too much further.”

You drew your eyebrows together. “You’re taking me to your home?”

He glanced at you then back to the road. “Where did you think I was taking you?”

You shrugged, mumbling quietly. “I don’t know, some cheap motel or something...”

He sighed heavily through his nose, chest rising and falling with confliction. He then rubbed his chin in thought before finally settling on what to say.

“Well, I ain't, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

You scuffed at his absurd logic. “Yeah, like that’s what I’m worried about.”

Stop calling me pretty.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“No, but I know I won’t change your mind either.”

“You could let me go.”

His answer was quick and final. “No.”

You shook your bag in aggravation, crumbling the snacks inside. “Why not? Can’t you find someone else to fuck?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a questioning glance. “Who said anything about fucking you?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. His head had to be screwed on too tight or maybe he was smoking more than just a nicotine cigarette.

“You! Back at the store you said you wanted company for the night. What else is that supposed to mean? I sure as hell know you’re not taking me home to chat about this lovely weather we’re having.”

He chuckled low, long fingers gliding across the steering wheel as he turned it. Those same fingers flexed away from the wheel before going back to gripping it until his knuckles turned white. His voice noticeably deepened in timbre, exacerbated with desire as he spoke.

“I have every intention on getting you in my bed tonight, but it isn’t to fuck you like some lot lizard I found slinking in the streets. Oh no, little one, I’m gonna be to taking my sweet time with you and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.”

In that moment, the truck passed another car who was going just as slow and careful. Their headlights brightened the tenebrous truck and in their hazy glow, Rusty’s blue eyes caught yours. They threatened you with a dark seductiveness and a dangerous allure and had Rusty not kept on driving you would have thought he was getting ready to pounce you right there.

You found yourself struck silent, dumbfounded and uneasy. You wordlessly turned back in your seat and watched as snowflakes hit the glass pane of your window. His words played back in your mind over and over again like it was an old VCR player and somebody was constantly pressing replay.

From his side of the truck, Rusty’s resistance was waning as time passed into the drive and the more he sensed your rising turmoil. He wanted to pull the truck over to the curb and spread you wide over his seats so he could quell your worries.

He had no intention of bringing home any woman when he stopped by the local shop to get a working lighter and a pack of cigarettes. After being on the road for months on end, he was ready to call it quits for a while, get some chores done around the house he’d been putting off and rest up while he had the chance to.

Funny how plans could change in a blink of an eye.

He swore he stood witness to an angel dashing through those sliding doors bearing a halo of snow and a mischievous smile highlighting your pink champagne lips. He smelled your shampoo when you whipped by briskly not sparing him a glance. He peered curiously over the shelves and watched you peruse the store in determination. He figured you were after something important like bread or milk or even a flashlight, but when you came around the corner carrying an accomplished grin and an arm full of sweets, he grinned himself.

Cute little thing.

He thought nothing more you after that, still intending to get his smokes and lighter and head home, but whether by accident or fate, his hand brushed yours when he passed you and it all hit him at once; your soft skin, your slight intake of breath, your timorous glance and just like that you had drawn him in. Rusty was enamored and he wanted nothing more than for you to follow him because between the few steps he took between you and the door, he decided he wasn’t going home alone tonight.

He waited patiently in his truck for you, cock already half-erect and painful from the delicious images in his head. He lit a cigarette and adjusted himself. Inclining his head back, he blew a few rings of smoke up into the air. His bed had been feeling mighty cold lately the thought of you warming it sounded too good too pass up. He looked out the window and saw you walking closer, eyeing his truck with apprehension.

Come to me, pretty girl. Just a little closer now.

He rolled the window down.

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“She ain’t much, but she’s home.”

He pulled the truck up a long and winding dirt road until a two-story, white farm house came into view. It looked run down and unkept, but it was a lot better than the dungeon you had pictured in your mind on the way there.

He got out of the truck and came around to your side. He unlocked your door with a key he took from his pocket and offered you a hand. You eyed it with uncertainty and glanced behind his raised arm into the vast darkness where the crystalline snow morphed into the black of night. You contemplated whether or not you should make a run for it.

“I know these mountains like the back of my hand. You’d never make it out of them before I or the animals get you and that’s only if you don’t freeze to death first. But—” He opened the door wider and stepped aside. “—If you’re that set on leaving then I won’t stop you.”

The chilly night air brushed against the back of your neck threateningly. You pressed your lips together. He was right. Running away would be a death sentence. What made it even worse was that you knew he knew you wouldn’t actually run so him giving you an opportunity to was his way of showing you who was actually in control and it was working. Begrudgingly, you placed a hand in his. He squeezed it, giving you a gruntled look.

“Good girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The people pleaser in you delighted in the praise even though it came from Rusty. He led you up the walkway still holding your hand. You didn’t understand why since it should have been clear that you weren’t going to run, but when when you almost slipped on a nasty patch of ice, he steadied you with his strong grip and his refusal to drop your hand became perfectly clear; he was making sure you didn’t fall and hurt yourself.

The inside of his house was interesting to say the least as it looked pretty much abandoned. Cobwebs hung in intricate designs from the ceiling fan and the hardwood floor had long lost its shine due to the several years worth dirt and dust doing their best to speed up the aging process. Various things were stacked into high piles in the corners of the room while others were haphazardly thrown about, forgotten and unused. The house appeared more like a storage unit than an actual home.

Rusty went and turned on a few lamps and the heating system, warming the house both in light and temperature. He came around and took off your coat and laid it on the back of the couch along with his two which left him in a green, button up flannel and a brown t-shirt. He was more well-built than you’d expected and when he bent down to pick up one of his coats that fell to the floor, his arm muscles flexed and you were intimidated by how dramatically they bulged.

He could really hurt me if he wanted to…

Curiosity got the best of you as you wandered the house. You were in awe with how much stuff there was to look at and for a couple of minutes your mind forgot why you were brought here in the first place as you glided your fingers across the different things you came across. Rusty trailed a few feet behind you. He kept quiet, letting you do your own thinking. He found himself growing more self conscious about the state of his house and hoped you didn’t find it too much of a wreck.

“You don’t really spend a lot of time here, do you?”

Rusty shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice. “No, not really. My job requires me to be on the road most of the time so everything in here just sits collecting dust for the most part. Could always use a women’s touch I suppose.”

“You mean to clean?”

Rusty grimaced when he realized how his comment came across and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

You laughed softly. “I know what you meant. Maybe you’ll find someone who will add some life to this place.”

His gaze settled on you, unwavering and penetrating. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You turned away from his unspoken insinuation and met a set of stairs leading you up to what had to be his bedroom. It was the only room you hadn’t encountered yet. No longer feeling up to exploring you tried turning back, but Rusty stopped you short.

“You still have one more room left to see.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want to see it.”

He leaned in his closer as if to share a secret. His lips scraped your ear, traveling up to your temple, right above your eye where he pressed a kiss there. The small, loving gesture quelled your consternation, but a thick, foreboding cloud of doubt still lingered because the kiss held an implying promise of what was yet to come. You pressed your face into his chest seeking comfort and he rubbed your back a few times before he turned you around to face the stairs.

“Stairway to heaven, sweetheart. Up you go.”

He lightly swatted your backside causing you to yelp. You felt his chest move as he chuckled and pushed you forward. With your head bowed defeatedly, you trudged up the steps. Rusty couldn’t help but appreciate the sway of your hips and how tight your jeans were.

Entering the bedroom, he slid past you, catching one of your belt loops with his finger. He tugged you with him to the bed where he sat on the edge of it, pulling you between his knees. You wrapped your arms around yourself and waited for his direction. You felt out of place and worried that if you didn’t do good enough that it would cause him to become angry and lash out at you. Without dropping your gaze, he unbuttoned his flannel and peeled it off before lifting the brown t-shirt over his head, taking his hat with it. He threw the clothes and hat, well, you didn’t know where he threw them because you were too busy being mesmerized by his chest.

His chest was a chest belonging to a laborer, well muscled and broad. The temptation to touch him was hard to resist and before you knew it, you were exploring it like much like you did his house, running your fingers through the sparse salt and pepper hair. He radiated warmth like a cup of freshly poured coffee that you couldn’t wait to wrap your hands around and enjoy.

As you marveled his body, the next words tumbled out before you could stop them. “You’re really handsome, Rusty. Like one of those greek sculptures.”

The astonished look on his usual stoic face made you regret your words. He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. Embarrassed, you dropped your hands and whispered an apology. Rusty was quick to mend things.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, darlin.’ I just ain’t used to receiving compliments is all.” He grabbed your hands and placed them back on his shoulders and smiled gently. “Will you keep going for me?”

Instead of going back down his chest, you chose to run your hands up the back of his neck to his head. Rusty sat with his hands on your hips, enjoying the attention you were giving him. He closed his eyes when your nails scraped his scalp and groaned loudly.

“Fuck, baby. That feels nice.”

Without his eyes on you, you felt more comfortable to do your own thing and in a spur of confidence, you peeled your shirt off and unhooked your bra. Rusty opened his eyes questioningly and instantly locked onto your breasts that were bobbing teasingly a few inches away. His mouth parted and without a warning he latched onto a nipple and began sucking. His tongue swirled around it, hardening it until it was ripe, and he let it go to do the same to the other one.

Your head leaned back while your chest leaned forward into his mouth. One of your hands cradled the back of his head while the other raked through his long hair, pushing it back from his face so he could suck without interruption. You both groaned in unison from the reciprocating pleasure.

With your hands still lost in his hair, he roamed his own over your stomach, appreciating how perfect and healthy you looked. He wanted to mark you somehow. He wanted you remember this night long after it’s over, like a blood stain that refused to lift.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hurled you onto your back on the bed. The old springs squealed beneath the toppling weight of you and Rusty. He loomed over you on all fours like a predator ready to ravage its prey. You felt the vibration of your zipper being pulled down against your pussy and it sent a jolt of adrenaline through you. Sliding his hands beneath you, he coaxed you up.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

Maybe it was his deep southern drawl or the way he naturally exuded power and dominance that compelled you to obey without question because as soon as he commanded you to, your hips were in the air. He pulled your jeans down until they were mid-thigh and from there he slipped your off your shoes and socks before sliding the jeans the rest of the way. So now you lay in his bed with nothing but a pair of panties and you couldn’t have been more nervous for them to be stripped away too.

You were a perfect balance between shy and tempting. You crossed your legs attempting to hide from his lecherous gaze, but it was fruitless. Rusty had already mesmerized your beautiful body and all its curves and bends. He grabbed the plush muscle of your thighs, kneading it like dough. His eyes asked for permission to go further, to finally touch you where he desperately wanted to. You sucked in a breath and nodded, looking up at him with so much trust. It warmed Rusty up better than any blazing fire ever could.

You’re safe with me, little one. You’ll always be safe with me.

He peeled your underwear down slowly. His eyes never rose until they were completely gone, tossing them aside like everything else. The air swept across your bareness and you knew there was no going back now. When he did finally look, he made a noise low in his throat and his eyes darkened to a deeper shade. Your pussy was already glistening for him. He pushed your knee with a heavy palm, prompting you to spread yourself.

His lecherous stare on any other man would have repulsed you, but on him it only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter eagerly. Gradually, like the first drifts of snow falling from a cliff before the start of an avalanche, the heavy walls you had built finally collapsed and you shuddered happily.

He playfully rubbed his chin on your thigh. The stubble from his jaw tickled your skin and you reacted in a fit of giggles. Rusty visibly lit up at the sound. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard laughter in his house. He did it again, eyes focused on you. He earned another laugh and loved the smile you tried preventing from spreading. You lurched forward and pushed his face away.

“Hey, stop that! It tickles!”

He smirked, feigning innocence. “Stop what?”

Your eyes narrowed. “You know what.”

“Let me just go down lower then…”

His full lips kissed your thighs, going further until they hovered over your folds. Your breath hitched when his hot breath warmed your pussy. He was so close, yet so far away. It was delicious torture. When you lifted your hips up to his mouth, he abruptly pulled away. You noisily voiced your dissatisfaction.

“Want do you want, baby? Use your words. I ain’t no mind reader.”

You lifted your hips again, begging helplessly. “Rusty.”

“Rusty what? What do you want me to do?”

“I want your mouth on me. Make me come, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

He used two fingers to spread your lips open and latched onto your clit without mercy. A guttural sound echoed in the room and your eyes widened when you realized it didn’t come from Rusty, but from you. This spurred Rusty on and he sucked your sensitive clit so good that you thought the roof was caving in as your eyes rolled back into your skull. You tangled your hands into his hair, using his face as a make shift saddle and his curls as the reins.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised adoringly between licks. “Make me put my mouth exactly where you want it.”

You tugged his hair and pushed him down in a particular spot that had you shaking and weeping because his stubbled chin rubbed your aching pussy in all the right and wrong ways. Soon you felt yourself drawing close to your release and you grinded fiercely on his face in anticipation.

“Rusty—” you gasped, back arching, “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop!”

You could bring any man to his knees by begging like that and you surely brought him to his. There was nothing Rusty wouldn’t have done for you in that moment if it meant hearing that sweet voice of yours crying out to him in ecstasy.

“Fill my mouth, little one,” he growled, reclaiming your pussy with an animalistic ferocity, hungrily eating you out with his entire face buried between your legs so that only the back of his head could be seen.

Like the good girl you were, you did exactly as you were told. Your ribs expanded from the gasp, head reeling back as your orgasm shook you. Rusty never stopped thrusting his tongue, lapping up every drop of your cum. He swiftly pulled you forward so could he drive his tongue further and as expertly as he drove his truck. From his position on his knees, he watched you writhe and squirm, unable to keep still from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed you.

Your thighs locked around his head and covered his ears, muffling your loud moans. Rusty licked everywhere, from the inside of your thighs to the very inner workings of your spasming pussy as if he was a starving man who refused to be wasteful. With a final swipe of his long tongue, Rusty had you cleaned up good. He then placed a satisfied kiss on your pussy before straightening himself.

“How you feeling?”

“I…I need a minute,” you said between breaths. “It’s never felt like that before.”

He kissed your shoulder, purring reassuringly. “Take all the time you need, darlin’. There’s no rush.”

Comforted by his words, you laid back leisurely on his pillows, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm. Rusty laid beside you, running his hands over you soothingly. The lamp on his bedside table casted a tangerine glow on your body and it suited your flushed face perfectly.

A few hours ago you wanted nothing to do with Rusty or his hands. But now your eyes followed their every move, seeking them out when he raised them away then relaxing when he brought them back down again.

His movements casted a soporific effect on you, and soon your eyes began to flutter close and your breathing slowed down to an even rhythm. Your body sank deeper into the mattress as the tension left your body and to Rusty it only confirmed to him that he had an angel sleeping in his bed.

Rusty bent down and kissed the valley between your breasts, easing you back awake. “Don’t give out on me yet, pretty girl. We’re just getting started.”

[sylveon-official]

Huskerdust mpreg wip 3

Part 2 here!

Lucifer chews on the finger of his glove as he mumbles, looking back and forth between Angel perched on the bed and the ultrasound pictures in his hand. Charlie sits beside him in an unwavering show of support, but the nervous shake of her hand clasped in his isn’t really helping.

“Ohhh. Mmm, okay, I see. Oh boy… again?” 

“Again?” Angel and Charlie cry out, shooting worried looks at one another.

“What the fuck do you mean again? This happen often? Isn’t not being able to get knocked up supposed to be, like, divine punishment around here?!”

Of course, Angel had always considered that logic a bit backwards, especially with his profession. He had no idea how demon biology really worked, but he’d seen enough visibly pregnant Hellborns of myriad genders in his time in Hell to be secretly grateful he’d never had to worry about it. Well, until now.

“Well, yes…” Lucifer scratches the side of his cheek, gaze nervously flitting from side to side. “But, you see, from time to time we have experienced… let’s call them… little miracles, here in the Pride Circle!”

Angel scoffs, about to reply with scathing comment about the contradiction when Charlie places a steady hand on his shoulder and gently cuts in, “When is the last time this happened, Dad?”

Lucifer blows out a breath, and tuts his tongue as he counts on his fingers. “Oh, maybe 1000 years ago? Give or take. Doesn’t happen so often, could probably count the amount of times it has on two hands, but —?”

Angel groans. Lucifer or not, this guy has a way of beating around the bush that Angel sure doesn’t appreciate. 

“Come on, cut to the chase shortstack - Why?” Angel asks, exasperated. 

Charlie reprimands him lightly with a gasp of his name while Lucifer zeroes in on him with a narrow glare.

“I’m going to chalk that one up to hormones, and let that one slide.” 

When Angel simply shoots him a dull look, Lucifer quickly gathers up his broken ego and carries on, this time in a more serious tone, “Listen, I wish I had an answer for you kid, but… I’ve never really been able to figure it out myself.”

Angel quickly deflates, sudden heat building up behind his eyes again. Great. Not only is he the first pregnant Sinner Demon in a Millenia, but he doesn’t even get an explanation?

Apparently sensing his downturn in mood, Charlie squeezes Angel’s hand and pries further, “Dad, if this has happened more than once, there has to be something you know. Even a just a theory?”

Lucifer hesitates, fiddling with his cane. “Well… there is one I’ve considered, but… don’t put too much stock into it,” he explains defensively, and Angel looks back up at him, tentatively intrigued.

“So, you know how conception happens… up there, right?” Lucifer cups his hand around his mouth and whispers conspiratorially.

Angel furrows his brows. “No, how the fuck should I-”

“Oh, um!” Charlie cuts in, her own brow furrowed in thought. “Something about ‘built-in’ birth control, right? You and your partner will only conceive if it’s something you both long for. So romantic!” She swoons, pressing her cheek against Angel’s shoulder. She quickly rights herself to add to her father’s assessment, “So if that’s how it works with Redeemed Souls, then maybe… maybe it doesn’t matter whether you’re in Heaven or Hell, since now we know that’s a total crapshoot… maybe it has to do with the goodness inside of the soul itself!”

Angel’s eyes narrow as he parses the words in his head, refusing to acknowledge the latter half of Charlie’s rambling. 

“So lemme get this straight… you’re tellin’ me, this is literally some ‘when two people love each other very much’ kinda bull shit?! Who the fuck would I—” 

Angel’s voice gets stuck in his throat as a very clear image of of the potential culprit poofs into his mind's eye. 

Luckily, Lucifer and Charlie take his short-circuiting as general shock. Charlie coos and pulls him close while Lucifer backtracks, “Like I said, it’s just a theory - I’ve got no proof to back it up. For all I know, this is the Big Whatever Upstairs’ way of fuckin’ with us—”

Angel stands up, ignoring the way Lucifer flinches as he towers over him and Charlie face-plants onto the bed without his support.

“I gotta go,” Angel says, balling his hands up into fists, nails digging into his palms uncomfortably. 

He swipes the photos from off of his desk, throws open the door and briskly walks down the hallway, Charlie’s worried shouts falling on deaf ears.

He takes the stairs to the lobby two by two, picking up his pace so he doesn’t lose his nerve by the time he reaches his destination. 

When he stalks up to the bar, heart pounding and out of breath, Husk simply glances up from the glass he’s polishing and plasters on a teasing, lopsided grin, just like he's done every time Angel has stormed up to his bar at any and all hours of the day and night. 

Husk cocks his head and lifts a brow, the deep timbre vibrating across the walls, “Wanna talk about it, Legs?”

Angel’s heart thumps and his cheeks flood with heat.

“Fuck.”

[sluttywonwoo]

ok so here's a thought because black eye has been stuck in my head recently: bratty vernon being punished by you cockwarming him except he's not allowed to move or cum before you do. so you sit on his cock, taking your time just clenching around him every once in a while, grinding your clit against him but not really riding him properly until he begs and swears he won't be a brat anymore haha

@fuckvernon

mommy kink + impact play warnings aksjsjs

“you’re not going to cry, are you?” you taunt as you lower yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap.

said boyfriend has the audacity to roll his eyes at you, ignoring the way his cock twitches inside of you.

you smack him lightly on the cheek and then grab his jaw to force him to look at you before he can process what just happened.

“acting like a brat is what got you here in the first place,” you spit. “don’t make it worse for yourself.”

vernon’s quiet (for once) as he waits for you to adjust, but after a few minutes have passed and you haven’t so much as moved he begins to get antsy.

“stay still.”

“it’s… hard,” he murmurs.

“trust me, i can feel it,” you quip.

“no, like, it’s hard to stay still.”

“why? i’m not even doing anything.”

“that’s exactly it. i-i thought you were going to ride me.” he sounds so whiny. you need to ruin him.

“no, babe. this is a punishment. why would i give you one of your favorite things in the world?”

“i dunno,” vernon mumbles under his breath, unable to meet your eyes. “i thought the punishment would be not letting me cum or something.”

“you’re not allowed to do that either,” you add. “i just forgot to mention that.”

he throws his head back dramatically. “you’re so mean to me!”

“because you deserve it.” you clench around his cock just to tease him, smirking when he grasps at the sheets and tenses every muscle in his body, likely counting backwards from 100 in his head or thinking about something sad. sometimes it shocks you how easy it is to make vernon cum. “and because you love it. don’t even act like you don’t.”

“baby… please,” he pleads. “please fuck me.”

“were you even listening to me?”

“what answer will get you to ride me?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

vernon smiles, only half-apologetic. “you can’t blame me for thinking with my dick when you’re sitting on top of it.” it’s your turn to roll your eyes but your boyfriend isn’t deterred. “c’mon, baby, you know you want it too. i can feel how wet you are. i know it’d feel so good to fuck yourself on my cock until you’re cumming your brains out.”

“do you want me to get off of you right now? because i will.”

“no! no, please don’t. please keep me inside— i’ll be good. i won’t move and i’ll shut up, i promise.”

you’re not sure that you believe him, not sure he can keep his promise even if he wants to, but you’re willing to give him another chance just because he feels so good inside of you (and because seeing him cry and and hearing him beg makes you cum really fucking hard).

“pinky promise?” you ask, offering him your hand.

vernon loops his pinky with yours and you lean forward to seal the promise with a kiss. he tries to deepen it, tries to slip his tongue into your mouth, but you pull away before he can get the chance.

“you’re gonna be good for me? gonna sit still while i rub my clit and make myself cum on your cock?”

“yes, m-mommy,” he whimpers.

“atta boy.”

[nightcolorz]

Daddy wants 2 hear ur thoughts on Armand’s relationship with lestat ‼️if you don’t I will aggressively butt fuck you and spank you like the naughty little boy you are

Xoxo -TOTALLY not your favorite boy toy Edward

(Also I imagine someone already asked you this cuz ur so hot and popular so u don’t have 2 answer if u already answered someone else’s ask about it)

Edward I instantly recognized ur sexy voice and I pissed myself cuz I was so eager to answer ur ask 🥹❤️. I love how ambiguous this prompt is so I can talk about whatever I want 😈💦💦. I sure do hope my answer is sufficient so that u won’t butt fuck me and spank me bcus im a naughty boy who needs to be punished 🥺

uh anyways. Armand and lestat !! They r my favorite ship in the vampire chronicles ssh don’t tell anyone. Devils minion is a very, very close second. By nature of the polyamorous blood orgy dynamic of all of the vampire chronicles characters, all of the main cast is in some way deeply in love with every other member of the main cast. The great thing about this is that every character has the capacity to have a deep and important romantic and sexual connection with any other given vampire, regardless of how many deep and romantic connections they may have. But even with all this in mind, in my opinion, out of all of the loves of his life Lestat has had, I’d argue that Armand was the most significant. By this I mean their relationship is fundamental to literally every relationship Lestat has had there after and the vampire chronicles literally wouldn’t have happened if lestat and Armand hadn’t become insanely psycho sexually bonded for a little bit in 1700s Paris. Even tho Lestat and Armand never end up as “endgame” bcus they r 100% incompatible and their love is less like an affectionate desire to be with someone and more like a virus they can’t control, I think that Armand is always going to be lestats “soulmate”, in the sense that if any pairing in the vampire chronicles is destined to always find each other in every universe, it’s lestat and Armand. I mean this incredibly derogatorily btw.

Armand and lestat remind me of Batman and the joker, they r like in universal unable to exist or be completed without the other while simultaneously hating each others guts. The great thing about that is that they also genuinely like each other despite the hatred and betrayal and see each other in a very affectionate, human way that isn’t common for either of them. But lestat and Armand require each other in a way that I perceive as very cosmic. I love the concept of two characters who hate each other very much being bound by some force that compels them to care for each other. And that’s lestat and Armand to a tea. They are very brothers to me, Cain and Abel but if Abel is immortal and gives cain wedgies and affectionate punches on the arm after Cain kills him for the one billionth time. Can’t have a cain without Abel, rlly.

Lestat will always forgive Armand for anyway he betrays or wrongs him bcus he is connected to Armand in a way that he is with no one else. They sort of fulfill this primal desire in each other that is impossible to get from anyone but each other. Lestat sees Armand in a way no one else does. He basically has had Armand’s entire life’s story and whole self inserted into his brain by Armand in magnus’s tower, and he ends up knowing Armand in his entirety and being like “well what a pathetic little fuck. How embarrassing.”

It’s important to Armand and to lestat that they both see and understand each other in their entirety and the feelings they come away with are “wow. Ur so gross and weird. But I like u anyway.” Lestat and Armand both have problems with having their identities romanticized or treated like mythological tales to the point where they kind of can’t perceive themselves in anyway that’s normal or comforting. Lestat has his issues where he acts like he’s a doomed god who’s every action and step is some sort of thematic representation of evil, and Armand has been told since he was a child that he’s not human and hes unable to be like humans or even be like any vampire who understands what being a human means. So I think to the both of them, having someone who understands them so intimately, and perceives them just as that jerk nasty they can’t help but like is so important. Who else would ruffle Armand’s hair but lestat? Anyways

most of Armand’s hatred for lestat comes from a place of expecting him to be more important then he is. Lestat takes away Armand’s divine purpose, and then he’s like idk what u want from me I’m like 20 and stupid. Lestat is just as lost as Armand is, and neither of them can give each other the guidance or support in immortality the other is looking for. they r both just kids who have been abandoned who happened to wander into each other on the street. And I think that, ultimately, this what lesmand is all about. While lestat and Armand both have amazing relationships with other characters that define who they r in unique and interesting ways, lesmand breaks them both down to their barest essentials, it strips them of the glamor into smth dirty that they both can’t help but see in each other and love.

in conclusion #lesmand for life!!!thank u sexy for sending me this ask mwah

[sehtoast]

How are you able to like Homelander and not condone his actions at the same time, without feeling crappy? This sounds accusing but I’m asking bc I’m struggling with it. I know ppl who do the same with characters, but I’ve had an unwelcome fixation on him come out of nowhere and I feel sick and guilty bc I feel like everyone will think I’m some kind of freak or something. I’m very much anti-sa and other gross stuff esp as a victim but I still feel like I’m being hypocritical or something. I’m sorry for the weird message but I feel like I’m losing my mind

The short answer is that he’s fictional.  Think of… I dunno, an antagonist in media of a different form (let’s go with anime).  I was a naruto kid growing up, so let’s use Orochimaru for an example.  My guy was on some fuck shit through the entire show. Snatching bodies, murkin’ Hokages, wild experiments, all that shit with Sasuke, and so on.  People still liked him regardless because he was a cool character despite the bad things he’s done.  Some people may have even found him relatable in certain ways.  I feel like it’s the same concept here.

You don’t have to feel bad about enjoying fictional characters, no matter how awful they may be.  At the end of the day, they’re fictional and their actions have harmed nobody in real life.  Their actions may mirror that which does harm real people, but they themselves have not dealt real harm to real people.  Enjoying them does not mean you condone their actions.

I’m also extremely anti-SA, and am a victim of it myself, but I still find a lot of love and appreciation for Homelander’s character– but this isn’t hypocritical.  My love for him doesn’t come from the fact he has perpetrated that act, nor should it come from that.  I love him as a character with the bottom line that he is… extremely complex.  

I’ve said it for years now, but I think Homelander is a compelling tale of the dangers of commodifying the human soul.  He is an example of how awful someone can turn out if you deprive them of humanity with the goal of creating a product.  People are not products, we are not a means to an end, and we certainly should never be treated that way. He was, and this is how he turned out.  He’s a take on the cyclical nature of trauma in a lot of really interesting ways as well.

I find him relatable from a standpoint of my own traumas and being transgender.  Episode four of s4 revealed that I have a jarring amount of trauma that mirrors his own to some capacity.  I’ve always suspected these things, and I’ve had headcanons since the first season, and having them confirmed reminded me just how much I’ve latched onto this character because of it.  Homelander experienced some degree of sexual abuse in the labs– and I wager there may have been worse than simply being called ‘squirt.’ Homelander was subjected to physical torture and locked in a room where his mind slowly fractured, all while being conditioned to never seek escape otherwise he’d be too devastated from disappointing the scientists or losing their ‘love.’ 

I have experienced SA, I was locked in my room with nothing as punishment (my 'bad room'), had very little privacy and next to no access to boundaries as a kid, I was put through physical pain very often by a sibling (my furnace), I was reared and conditioned to have a fear of disappointing others so severe it made my blood pressure drop into the danger zone a couple times as a kid– and still has similar effects as an adult.  I’d literally pass out, have panic/anxiety attacks, vomit, etc.  I also know what it’s like, as a trans man, to have been raised and reared for a life that was designed for me, but was not me.  I was lucky enough to find my way to the person I needed to be; Homelander has not and likely will not ever be able to do so.  In all of the aforementioned, I have a lot of empathy and compassion for him that combines with my fascination with his complexity.  There were a lot of things in my life that should have pushed me down the road to be an awful person, much like the things in his life did. But I had a handful of people to guide me toward better things.  He didn’t.

But I see myself in there nonetheless. Homelander was the first time I ever saw so much of my own trauma on display in a single character.  I’d love to hug the man and tell him he’s enough, show him the humanity he was and continues to be denied, and so on.  When I realized that means that I would, in turn, do that for myself if I only viewed myself through a lens that wasn’t my own, my life changed.  This character changed my life.  I know I thirst-post about him a lot, but my love for Homie runs a lot deeper than just finding him attractive, you feel?

A fictional character doesn’t have to be one of moral high ground or superiority for it to be okay for you to enjoy them.  You can enjoy characters who commit horrible acts. This does not make you someone who condones horrible acts.  I was initially pretty embarrassed to admit I like Homelander as much as I do, but I slowly realized that it does not make me a bad person and it should never be used as a gauge to find out how ‘moral’ someone is or not.  People like Hannibal Lecter, people like Thomas Hewitt, Joffrey, Albert Wesker, Cletus Kasady– any number of fictional characters who have an ugly record or have done horrific things.  We do not assume someone is evil because they like Hannibal, nor should we do the same for people who like Homelander.

At the end of the day, do what makes you happy. If exploring Homie is something you would have fun with, do it! Engage in media, learn tales of caution and tragedy– stories make us human.  You are not inhuman for enjoying Homelander and his tale.  In fact, I would argue you are very human because of it.

[princelylove]

i am slowly getting more and more annoyed with mr zeppeli himself i ate my fingers as i read your response to my ask AJAJHSUSH. thank you so much your highness i am burning my whole house rn.

actually, which yanderes do you think would be the most ANNOYING. like, not violent or anything but just plain annoying. the kind of people that make you wanna tear your hair out or commit a slow and painful murder.

(inspired heavily by narancia because i have a feeling he would be the most annoying little shit to deal with)

-🌸 anon

What an adorable thing you are. Don’t bite too hard, it’ll hinder your ability to compliment me. 

Oh, God. Most annoying to me, personally? Not in any order in particular, I feel as if this one would change depending on my mood:

Bruno hovers too much, and he tends to both infantilize and put a lot of responsibility on his darling. He expects his darling to parent Narancia but won’t let them handle a knife by themself. I’m doing a character study on him right now, so that’s all I’ll say, but just know that he is God’s punishment for whatever you did in a past life to deserve him.

Narancia is annoying- he’s a young guy who never got taught how to deep clean, spends his free time on his pull up bar, expects you to cook for him since he’s literally never been tasked with it, whines when you try to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of your six hours minimum long cuddling session, doesn’t know how to properly take care of an entire human being so just throws junk food at you and hopes you don’t starve, the list goes on. He loves you, he really does, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing. For someone as prissy as myself, I would die the first day. He doesn’t understand why I put those rollers in my hair- he just watched me straighten it, doesn’t that cancel out??? That’s stupid, oh, and another thing, what’s the point of owning five different versions of the same color of nail polish? It’s all red! Just have one, that isn’t crazy expensive! On top of Narancia being the worst roommate ever- he’s very irritable, and doesn’t really have a problem pulling a knife on you to get what he wants. He’s not as quick to snap as people think, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. Show signs of liking something more than him and he’ll maul it. 

It’s hard to set Cioccolata and Secco away from each other, they’re basically inseparable, but Cioccolata is capable of using logic, and Secco is not. If you’re on the ground in pain, obviously you’re going to have a hard time answering the little puppy’s questions. Secco doesn’t understand why you won’t play with him- he’s shoving his toy right in front of you, are you blind?? Play! With! Him! Throw it, play tug of war, SOMETHING, COME ON. There’s an interesting dynamic depending on who exactly you’re intended for- Cioccolata, Secco, or both. Let’s just talk about Secco alone, since Cioccolata isn’t annoying, he’s just a bit too affectionate sometimes. Secco’s forgetful, rude, jumps to conclusions, and you don’t even know what he looks like since he’s always wearing that bitch suit-esque thing. He nudges you to throw his toy- he probably thinks of you as human rather than another dog, and doesn’t understand why you aren’t behaving like Cioccolata does. If you were Cioccolata’s darling alone, or a shared darling, he’d probably think of you as another dog. But he was here first, so he’s got dibs on the good dog bed, AND cioccolata’s lap. As if you’d want that. Secco begs and begs and begs for you to give him as much attention as you possibly can- and somehow, you’re never doing it right. It’s like talking to a child who has surpassed the ‘Why?’ stage and has moved on to greater conquests- annoying you so badly that you ask Cioccolata if it’s fine to have a sip of his ‘not for dogs’ drink. Or two. Or three. Or the entire bottle. 

Rohan doesn’t ever shut the fuck up. He quite literally always has something to say, despite wanting to “observe.” He read an article this morning, let’s go visit the place it mentioned even though it’s a three hour train ride and supposed to rain for the rest of the week. He always wants to go explore- even when he promised that you could both stay home today and do something you want to do. It doesn’t make sense to Rohan- why wouldn’t you want to go see what the world has to offer? Probably because this is the fourth temple he’s wanted to visit this week and you don’t feel like going up two hundred stairs. (If his darling cannot walk, he makes sure it’s accessible beforehand. You’re not getting out of coming with him.) Rohan’s big on healthy living, and he feels a sense of superiority for eating right, and working out very consistently. He wants his darling to be perfectly well as well- how can he push you to your limits if you’re not at your best? You’d probably sleep better if he stopped talking for three hours past his initial ‘goodnight.’ 

Hazamada… is… he’s certainly a character! The literal only reason why he isn’t forcing himself upon his darling is because he’s too much of a coward- and that’s not my interpretation, that’s canon. His hobbies include bullying kittens and small animals, not showering, collecting manga, stalking idols, and tennis! Isn’t that nice, he does sports, he’s only a basement dweller half of the time. It isn’t even somewhat attractive when he tries to get it on with his darling, he’s like a dog humping your leg. He’s the type to call you a stupid bitch because you politely suggested he should wear deodorant before he hits on you. He’s canonically an exhibitionist- imagine sitting in class and looking over to check the clock and he’s just staring back at you while adjusting his pants. I’d switch schools. 

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 7 of Kinktober: Throwing a Party with Hangman

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

warning: protected sex, oral sex, anal sex, getting caught.

Y/N’s POV

I begged my grandma and her roommates that I want to throw a party but they obviously said no, I told them like 5 times still getting a no. So they went to out for a banquet but I stayed home, the banquet said it’s a 21+ event so I can’t go. I secretly throw a party and Jake, who my grandma and her roommates think who’s a bad influence, helped me out and wants to talk to me in private while the party is going on.

20 MINUTES LATER

Jake takes me in my room and it felt like we haven’t seen each other in a long time.

I sit on the edge of my bed and Jake locks my door.

“We’re finally alone Y/N/N.” Jake says walking up to me.

“I know, it’s just my grandmother and her roommates, they think you’re a bad influence on me.” I confess.

“Even though I show you a good time.” He smirks.

I giggle, I look at him and see his eyes, I can tell that he loves me so much, my grandma doesn’t see it.

“Jake, I love you.” I said to him.

“I love you to Y/N/N.” He says getting closer to me.

I make him get on top of me, he wraps his arms around my body to make us go to the end of the bed. We began to make out, he gives me love bites which made me moan. I help him get out of his clothes off his body, he helps me as well.

“Do you have a condom?” I look up at him.

“Right here.” Jake grins with a condom in his fingers.

Jake gets the condom on his cock and position it to my pussy. He goes in and out of me, I moan loudly and scratch his back, I miss this so much. He positions my right leg on his left shoulder, his cock goes deeper than it did before, I scream even louder and tilting my head back on my pillows, I can feel him go harder which made me tug his hair, I can tell how he fucking loved it, he bites my neck, which made me scream again. He stops us and I whimper, he makes me get on my knees and gets a new condom on and fucks my ass.

We hear my door knob rattling, Jake and I try to look like we were talking but my grandma catches us, naked and afraid. My grandma’s face looks mortified including one of her roommates turns away. Jake and I look at each other, we’re fucking terrified as she was.

When everyone left, the house looked so trashed and me sitting on one of our chairs in the living room, embarrassed.

“Why would you do this Y/N!” My grandmother says to me.

I look down.

“Y/N, you promised us you wouldn’t throw a party and be with that delinquent.” Blanche says.

I have nothing to say, I just have this embarrassed look on my face.

“Y/N! Answer me!” My grandma says.

“It was Jake’s idea.” I say still looking down.

“Look up at us while you’re talking to us and stop lying!” Rose says.

“I’m not lying!” I look up and yell.

“Don’t use that tone with us.” My great grandma says pointing at me.

“Now tell us the truth, whose idea was it to throw a party?” My grandma said walking up to me and gets down to my level.

“Me. I did it.” I confess.

“Why would you do that? You’re not a party person.” Blanche says.

“I just wanted to have a fun with my friends.” I say.

“Are you sure? It looked like Jake or whatever his name is had a good time.” My grandma says.

I curl myself up in a ball, I’m so embarrassed.

“I’m sorry you guys, I wish I never did it.” I look up at them with tears in my eyes.

“You know you’re going to be punished for this.” Rose says.

“I know.” I wipe my tears away.

“You’re going to do a lot of chores and it starts with this room first.” My grandma points out the mess in the living room.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I say.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” My great grandma said.

THE NEXT DAY

I clean the house every inch of it including all of the bedrooms, especially my bedroom, I hate my god damn self! I eventually got everything done and I’m grounded for 2 months, 2 fucking months! I’m not allowed to leave the house, I’m not even allowed to see my friends, and I have to do my homework in the kitchen or the living room. Fuck my life.

[dreamersbcll]

Wounded

it doesn’t matter where, i just don’t wanna be alone

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Sam was twenty-four years old when she decided to stop sitting at the edge of bridges.

There wasn’t a clear explanation, which was the most frustrating part. She had this, this thing that lived within her, a virus of some sort. No, maybe a tumor. It lived beneath her ribs, tucked next to her heart, eating away at it. No matter how much she tried to clean herself out from the outside in, it stayed. It lingered, swallowing every drop of peace she could ever have.

She could feel it there in the middle of the night, thrumming against her ribs, a second heartbeat that overtook the first all too quickly. It was starving, desiring the flesh that encased and held it in place. All it wanted was to be free, be alive, to live.

But Sam couldn’t allow it to grow, so she did what she could to kill it alone. Cheap vodka and weed worked at first, numbing the sting.

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t ever enough to stop the pain, stop the bleeding. No matter how much she tried to clean out the body she sinned so profoundly with, the pain was always lingering.

Fuck, there was so much pain, and she just couldn’t stop noticing it.

So she tried to drown it out. She had to; it was the only way she would be able to fucking breathe.

Most nights, if not all, she found herself on the bridges around Woodsboro, staring at the streams and rivers that gurgled through the town.

She should’ve gone to New York with Tara. She shouldn’t have stayed back, in this godforsaken town.

All she did was punish herself, anyway. Why couldn’t she do that with her reconciled sister at her side?

It was too painful to be open, raw, exposed. It was far too much to inflict more pain because she couldn’t handle her own— especially on the person she had just got back.

But Sam was selfish. She couldn’t help but share the pain that lived within her.

Most nights, if not all, Sam would stand on the edge of the bridges and imagine what it would be like to jump off and become one with the water. What peace it must be to be able to disappear forever. No bills, expectations, serial killer fathers, or cruel intentions to bother her anymore.

Freedom. Complete and honest freedom.

Yet, before she could jump, she always made a phone call, just in case. Most of her friends didn’t answer- knowing that Sam was a headcase and bound to slip up anyway. It was easier to pretend that Sam was okay if it meant they could still live their lives.

But she tried anyway.

Just with someone she couldn’t afford to lose.

It took Tara three rings to answer, three long, lonely rings. Sam knew her little sister saw her name and sighed, knowing it was never a good call. Sam never called with good news.

Only with reminders of how fucked-up she was.

Once she heard Tara say hello, she burst into conversation.

“There isn’t, ah, there isn’t anyone left to call. I’ve burnt a lot of, um, bridges, I guess,” she said, wincing at her poor choice of words.

Tara sat on the other side, silent. Sam could feel her face flush uncomfortably, her throat starting to ache as well. Shit. She was too open, wasn’t she? Scaring away everyone who ever loved her, cared about her. It was better to be silent. It was easier to be quiet.

Why couldn’t she just choose the easy route and just jump already?

“Why should I stay?”

Sam paused her train of suicidal thoughts, her heart squeezing uncomfortably. Her little sister, always asking the questions Sam preferred to avoid— because deep down, she knew the answer.

There was no reason for Tara to stay.

But she tried anyway.

“I think, I think this pain has a purpose. That maybe, in a fucked up way, it’s worth it, you know? If I hurt myself just enough, it’ll all make sense. Fuck, I’ll make sense, yeah?”

“Sam,” Tara softly chided, her voice laced with impatience—a warning.

“Just wait, okay? I take chances. I hold the gun to my head and never pull the trigger, but I never turn the safety on. It just feels good knowing I am in control, even if I never really was. Ever. It hurts to feel good and feel in control. But lately,” Sam paused, taking a deep breath.

“Lately, since we started talking again, it hurts less. I don’t know why. It just slows down, and I realize I can’t keep standing on the edge, hoping a gust of wind will relieve me of the damage I've caused. In some sick way, hearing from you helps me figure it out. It helps it hurt less.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Sam breathed out, shaking. This was nowhere near quick, easy, or fair. But she had to expel all the words within her mind and make them come to fruition. Tara needed to hear them, and Sam needed to let them go.

Sam knows she should let Tara go, or herself, at the very least. She should free Tara of her dirt poor health and allow her sister to thrive without knowing what a royal fuck-up her big sister is. It was better when nobody was worried about Sam.

It was better when she was balancing on bridges in the midnight glow, her impending death a blissful experience.

Swallowing hard, Sam winced, knowing the more she talked, the more the feeling of regret taints her mouth.

She also knows that Tara is everything she wants, even if it’s so goddamn wrong; but Sam was everything Tara regretted.

But she couldn’t stop the pain that forced her to keep talking.

“I should've never let myself leave. I should’ve stayed in this town, should’ve stayed with you. And I know this isn’t fair, and this is a bad idea— and I know I’m only making it worse. But you make it hurt less. You make me hurt less.”

Silence.

She cupped her mouth by the receiver, her following few words barely above a whisper. She didn’t need the world around her to hear her beg. It was a fruitless plea they knew all too well. “Just don’t go. Stay. Please, stay.”

Swallowing hard, Sam looked up at the midnight sky, the starless night staring back at her. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she whispered, her words stilled in the night air.

A beat passed. Then two. Until all Sam could hear was the crickets in the grass and the rushing water beneath her feet—all cruel reminders of the person who didn’t die at eighteen like she was supposed to.

It hurt less when Tara was on the other line, but now, Sam wasn’t sure anymore. Everything was the same, identical, unwavering. Her reality wasn’t hers but one owned by everyone who wanted to buy in.

She must have been fun to watch as she lost her mind. Who wouldn’t want to see a fuck-up kiss the shadow of death each night? It must be a real circus show, watching the mirrorball spin and morph into whatever anyone wanted to see.

Sticking out her foot, Sam wobbled a bit, testing out her balance. Two steps, and she could be free, tossed in literal waves, letting her body be thrown against the wet rocks and become one with the river. Blood may be thicker than water, but it all looked the same through a rushing stream.

Until she heard it.

“I wish you didn’t go. I wish you had come with me,” Tara softly said, sniffling a bit.

Tears. She hadn’t heard that crying voice in a while. Naturally, Sam had to cause them to listen to them again— a malicious attempt to get what she wanted.

She hated that she succeeded, but she was so goddamn relieved that Tara was talking. Maybe this would work. Perhaps she would live through the night.

“You know, it’s never too late. To come here. We could share a room. Like when we were young. We could make it that easy, we could make it hurt less together, yeah?”

Despite herself, Sam smiled, her teeth bared to the starless sky. All she really wanted was somebody to want her, someone who wouldn’t disappoint her and would stay when Sam was determined to end her life there and then.

It was almost too much, knowing that someone was there. Maybe her pain was all for nothing; it was just futile acts of superficial self-sacrifice. Perhaps she was just a bitch, always crying wolf for the attention she was receiving anyways.

Why was she so goddamn selfish?

Sam squinted at the sky, blaming her tears away. It hurt less, but goddamn, it still hurt. “Why do you want me to stay? All I’ve done is found ways, creative, sick ways, to hurt you. Hurt us.”

“Hurt Yourself. You hurt yourself more than you could ever hurt me, Sam. It’s hard to know that no matter how much pain I feel, you’ll always feel one hundred times worse. And that reminds me how human you are and how you’re still my big sister. And I still love my big sister,” Tara gently said, her voice wobbling.

Tears. Tara was crying. So was Sam. Was it raining in New York, too?

“Why do you still do it? It’s rotten work, you know. I’m always going to be two steps from death, even on my good days. I’m nothing but a ticking time bomb,” Sam said, her tone husky with tears.

Her little sister hummed, sniffling a bit. “It was never rotten work. It would never be rotten work. Not if it’s you, not if it’s us.”

Sam cleared her throat, her chest aching with tears she said wouldn’t let fall. All she could say was one word, afraid that if she tried for a novel, she would fall short. “Yeah?”

Without hesitation, Tara was there.

“Yeah. Get off that bridge, Sam. Don’t burn it down. Come home. Come to New York. Come to me,” Tara urged, her raw voice softened with love.

Above her, the starless night sky was unforgiving, cold, and lonely, but it wasn’t completely alone. If she looked hard enough, she could see the moon hidden behind a few clouds. It was as if the moon was waiting to be seen, to be acknowledged.

How could Sam ever deny the beauty she neglected?

“Sam?” Tara said, her voice tinged with concern.

Tilting her head, Sam took in the moon, watching as it began peering from behind the clouds. It didn’t look like it would come out ultimately, but just enough to be seen, to be heard.

To be noticed enough to make the loneliness hurt less.

“I’ll come home.”

Taking a deep breath out, Sam stepped off the lip of the bridge, away from the edge.

Away from her cruel intentions.

[bangtaninborderland]

THE GENTLEMEN SPECIAL SCENE - Ch.02

Genre: Smut, filthy filthy smut.

Warning: oral (m rec), degradation, mentions of pet play, humiliation, anal, mxm, use of cock ring, denial. Overstimulation. This is literally filth.

Plot: Jimin punishes Taehyung and Jungkook after they take something that doesn’t belong to them.

Vote for this weeks gentlemen

When Jimin entered the room both Taehyung and Jungkook had been on their knees, a smirk plastered on both of their faces.

“Don’t you two boys look pretty, how lucky I am that I have you all to myself.” Neither of them responded, the silence showing both a sign of acceptance and submission, one that jimin revelled in.

He paid them no mind as he gathered the box of “tools” he would need. He felt the younger boys eyes on him as he laid everything out on the table beside his bed. Various toys and a bottle of lube filling up the space.

“Both of you, naked.” He instructed, sitting on the bed, positioning himself to get a better view as they shuffle awkwardly around each other in silence, their clothing being discarded and then folded up before both resumed their positions in front of the Dom.

“So well behaved, it’s a shame you couldn’t have done that sooner isn’t it?”

Jungkook was the one brave enough to brake the silence. “We are sorry.” He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his elder.

“Oh bun you really think that’s going to make it all better?” The doms eyebrow quirks up as he stares back at the younger . “And did I say you could look at me? If you want to cum today I suggest you start to behave”

It was adorable how Jungkook flailed to look down, his cheeks reddening at the mild scolding.

His attention turns to Tae who had began writhing around slowly almost as if to avoid suspicion but it wasn’t something Jimin let go unnoticed. He reached a hand out grabbing the youngest face firmly, forcing him to still his small movements. “Baby do you want to explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to take the very collar I had explicitly told you to leave alone?”

The younger froze muttering out a simple “ I don’t know“ his brain providing no excuse or reason.

Jimin clicks his tongue agains the roof of his mouth breathing out a laugh before grabbing Jungkook by his hair, pulling him forward into his lap. “Well then you can sit here whilst I play with your little accomplice and when you are ready to give me a good enough answer then maybe I’ll let you join in.”

“Bun look at me.” Jimin instructed, “take my cock out and show me that you aren’t just a disobedient bunny.”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his hands rushing to free Jimins semi hard cock. His mouth wrapped around the tip, causing the Dom to groan.

Taehyung whined in response which earned him a silencing glare from Jimin. “And don’t even think about getting off, if you so much as touch your dick I will tie you up and leave you with a vibrator on your tip until you’ve cum so many times all you can do is whine and moan for me to stop.”

At that the pups movements froze, his hands falling to his side as he watched on as Jungkook continued to take Jimins member in his mouth.

He brushed the maknaes hair from his face as he stuttered out words of praise. “Fuck such a good boy for me, do you like having my cock in your mouth?” He pushed his hips upwards against the boys face causing him to gag a little before settling back down into a simple rhythm, to which Jimins hips met, helping the younger take the full length of the doms cock. “Just like that baby.”

Jungkook had a special skill when it came to sucking cock, he knew just how to flick his tongue around Jimins tip causing the Dom to tighten his grip in his hair. Jungkook thrived off the way Jimin would use his mouth in moments like these, he would never openly admit it but being used like a slut made his own cock throb, it didn’t help that he could hear the quiet whimpers of Tae who had been watching the scene eagerly whilst simultaneously trying to follow Jimins orders of keeping his hands anywhere but to himself.

Jungkooks doe eyes had glazed over, his own orgasm approaching despite being untouched, he let out a desperate whine as Jimin pulled his cock away but was silenced when he felt a light slap to his cheek. “I am going to cum, do not swallow I want you to keep it in your mouth.”

The maknae nodded, he didn’t care where Jimin came as long as it was somewhere in him. He only had to work the tip for a few more seconds before he felt the ropes of warm salty liquid coat his mouth, he did his best to keep it resting against his tongue as Jimin pulled out.

Despite still recovering from his orgasm Jimin sat up, reaching a hand out to the neglected man. “Taehyung, baby come here.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, jumping to his feet only to be scolded. “Did I tell you that you could walk? Such a dumb boy.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before dropping to his knees, this time crawling over to where Jungkook had been sitting between Jimins leg.

He instantly felt comforted as Jimin ran a hand through his curls. “It’s okay baby, I want you to go ahead and kiss jungkookie for me okay?.”

“Okay.” Taehyung chirped, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he leant across to the younger.

Jimin was mesmerised by the site of them, his cum being transferred into Taehyungs mouth as Jungkook flicked his tongue against the mole on his lip. Between the two Taehyung seemed to take the dominant stance on the kiss, his own hands coming to wrap around Jungkooks neck which in turn only made him moan into the matters mouth.

The Dom would have happily watched them go on if he didn’t have other plans but unfortunately for them he did.

He stood up, wrapping his hand around the scruff of Taes neck and pulling him back. Effectively ending their moment of passion. “That’s enough, Jungkook get on the bed face down ass up. Taehyung you’re going to fuck him.”

The masseuse should have known that even when he was being given something that resembled a reward during a punishment he should be ten times more sceptical but he never was. He always accepted whatever Jimin handed to him without question which is why he wasn’t expecting it when the Dom slid a cock ring down his own painfully hard cock.

Jimin laughed at Taehyungs dumbfounded expression. “You can have that off once you make the bunny cum three time.” He winked at him once more before positioning himself in a chair he had placed in the corner.

“Three?!” Jungkook look just as shocked at his revelation.

“Do you want it to be four? Or I could put the cock ring on you and have Taehyung overstimulate your pathetic little cock for hours. Your choice.”

Jungkook instantly shook his head in a panic. “No I’ll take the three I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, what?” Jimin leaned forward, his face blank.

Jungkooks face flashed a crimson red as he looked away and mumbled a small “I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Taehyung prep him baby, your cock is too big to fit in his tight ass.” Jimin pointed to the bottle of lube he had placed on the table earlier.

“Yes daddy.” Even if he couldn’t cum straight away, the thought of being inside Jungkook was more than enough to get him moving.

He coated his fingers in a generous amount of the strawberry Lubricant and began working them against the youngest entrance, he marvelled at the way Jungkook let out a muffled moan as he slid a digit into his ass.

“More.” Jungkook pushed back against taehyung earning a slap to his ass.

“Is that how you ask?”

Jungkook groans and Taehyung was pretty sure he had rolled his eyes but he let it slide. “More please.”

“As you wish baby.” Taehyung didn’t wait any longer pushing a second and then third finger into the man beneath him.

It was safe to say Jungkook was enjoying himself, letting out soft moans as he dusted the sheets every time Taehyung graded his finger again his prostate. He gave up being patient after a few minuets. “I don’t know any more prep just please put your cock in me.”

“So fucking greedy.” Taehyung grunted slapping his ass once again before positioning his own angry tip against Jungkooks ass.

“You’re such a desperate slut aren’t you?”He wasn’t even embarrassed as he moaned at the way Jimins words were laced with humiliating filth. The Dom knew exactly what he was doing as Jungkooks cock twitched.

“Make him cum baby.” Jimin winked at taehyung as he rubbed his own hardening member, watching carefully as the masseuses cock disappeared inside the younger.

“oh Tae- fuck- harder.” Jungkook babbled incoherently as Taehyung relentlessly abused his ass with his cock, fucking into him like he was nothing more than a fleshlight, a mere toy for his own pleasure. His gaze was focused on Jimin who was now rubbing a hand up and down his length teasingly.

Jungkook interrupts eye fucking as he squeals, his back arching as his orgasm tethers by a string. “Hyung.. wanna cum.”

“Cum for me pretty bunny, make Hyung proud.” Jimins voice was soft but laced with a filth that pushed Jungkook over the edge, taehyung could only squeeze the youngest thighs harshly as he held himself back from his own impeding release, the way Jungkooks ass tightened around him as spurts of cum painted his stomach making it almost impossible.

Jungkook was in a daze, his mind clearly elsewhere as jimin approached him. Sitting beside his head as he caressed the boys neck. “Such a pretty whore for me.” He gave taehyung a look before nodding . “Again.”

Taehyung rutted against Jungkook, eliciting a whine from him as he tried to push himself away. Cock throbbing from overstimulation.

Jimin tutted, his hands pressing down the poor boy down into his previous position, making it impossible for him to get away as taehyung began fucking into him again, Jungkooks cock twitching with every plunge of taehyungs cock against his prostate.

It was both heaven and hell, tears already rolling down his face. “Puh - please. Too ‘uch”

“You wanted to help my dumb puppy, you take the consequences baby. If you move again I’m going to make your ass all colours of red with my belt.”

Tae groaned, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of watching Jimin punish his partner in crime.

“Such a fucking slut, do you like the idea of that? Do you like the idea of watching me punish him? Does it make my puppy excited, maybe we should tie him up and see hot many hits it takes to turn his ass a pretty purple?”

Jungkook couldn’t hold back at the filthy words falling from Jimins mouth, accompanied by the jackhammering of taehyungs thick lengthy cock inside of him, another orgasm ripping through him, milking his cock dry as he whimpered and whined pathetically.

“no-no more, no no can’t can’t agains, too much.” Jungkook sobbed shaking his head, it was honestly a futile attempt but he was too fucked out to care. Every nerve within his body was on fire and Jimin loved it, pride swelling in his chest and he watched them both.

“What’s your colour baby? Do you need to stop?”

Jungkook shook his head no but that wasn’t enough to satisfy jimin. Comfort and safety was always before pleasure. “Verbally kook.”

“Green, good, go”

Taehyung was focused, his face twisted in both pain and pleasure as he fought to hold his own orgasm back, Jungkook was a babbling writhing mess beneath him, too tucked out to even beg properly.

Both at his mercy, both at his disposal.

“Baby, pull out.” Jimin instructed, his head snapping up to meet the dominants eyes instantly, as he slowed his sloppy thrusts.

The sight before jimin was beautiful, Jungkooks thighs painted with taehyungs cum, who was wincing as the shorter man pulled off the cock ring.

Jimin squeezed taehyungs balls, hard enough to make him hiss in pain. Although it was something he rather enjoyed. “Keep fucking him for me, show me that you know how to use that big cock of yours, prove to me it’s not just worthless. You wouldn’t want to have a worthless cock would you? Wouldn’t want me to have to lock it away in a nice little cage to keep you safe hmm? What do you think jungkookie, do you think taehyung fucked you right? Should we make him do it again? Think your pretty hole could handle another round?”

“Y-yes daddy wan’ taetae to make m-me feel good again.” Jungkook pouted, pulling them both towards him with the limited reach he had.

Taehyung flipped Jungkook over, despite his bigger frame it was easy considering how pliant the younger was. He lined himself up and slid once more between Jungkooks ass, forcing his thick member into the sloppy hole with a grunt, taes right hand landing a slap to his ass cheek as he watched his cock disappear.

“Such good boys for me, fuck him for me puppy, cum for me like good boys.”

On Jimins command taehyung began thrusting into the younger, hips snapping eagerly, it was no longer about pleasing Jungkook or meeting the requirements of Jimin it was about seeking his own pleasure, it was about emptying his heavy balls into the pretty ass before him.

“Look at you learning puppy, learning how to use your useless cock all to please me. Maybe I’ll get jungkookie a pretty collar so you can keep him tied up, use him whenever, practice with him for me hmm? But then again I know how desperate you are. After all, my big dumb puppy can’t control himself. Needs his owner to take care of him.” Jimins voice was dark, daring, fucking down right illegal.

The words had taehyungs restraint falling apart, his head lolled back as he came, his moans were deep, rough, as if he was a depraved man finally getting what he needed to sustain him. Jungkook was a mess, panting for oxygen as he all but screamed as he came again, his body going lax as Tae rode out his own.

Jimin talked him through his orgasm, whispering praises into his ear as he planted soft kisses against his skin. “Such a good boy for me taehyungie, it’s okay , I know you can’t help it with that big dumb cock of yours .”

After a few silent moments of everyone recovering from the intense scene, heavy breathing the only sounds, Jimin pulled them both towards him, smothering them in hugs and kisses. “You both did amazing, how do you feel? Sore? Tired? Is there anything you need my sweet boys?”

Jungkook smiled lazily, nuzzling into taes neck. “‘m fucked good.”

“Sorry minie.” Taehyung whined, clearly entering sub space.

Jimin shushed him with a kiss “You have nothing to apologise for, I am so proud of both of you. Although tae I will have to punish you separately for going against me. Do you want to explain to me why you decided to take your collar?”

Tae shrugged as best he could, his body still exhausted. “Wanted to feel closer to you.”

“I’m always in the house pup.”

“wanted more.”

He sighed turning his head to the other body beside him. “And what about you bun? What made you help him?” He asked with a soft kiss to the maknaes sweaty forehead.

“My Tae Tae.”

It was enough of an answer to help jimin understand, he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time the two got into trouble. It left him feeling somewhat excited, he wouldn’t mind dishing out punishments especially if it meant seeing them like this, all for him, only for him.

“Well, your Tae Tae is forbidden from cumming for the rest of the week and depending on his behaviour possibly the rest of next week. Maybe then he would think twice before requesting you join him for some rule breaking fun hmm?” Jimin laughed as Taehyung groaned, pushing him away before bringing him back seeking comfort.

There was nothing better than the blissful feeling of being fucked, or in Jimins case, watching the people you love be fucked.

[writing-rat]

As Holy as It Gets

Pairings: Maxine x Lorraine

Content: Semi-Public Sex, Corruption, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking

Summary: Lorraine and Maxine interact for the first time when Maxine admits she fucks people in the bathroom in the church and Lorraine is intrigued.

WC: 1300

Maxine had been visiting this church for as long as she was born and she hated it, she would rather be at home and playing with her toys or going out on horse rides. There was a positive to the church at the same time though, and the only reason why she kept going (minus the fact that she would be punished by her father, who was the preacher). Lorraine Day. Her family visited almost every Sunday except when crops were ready. It was best to do them early before it was too late in the afternoon when the workers would die from the heat. 

It was lucky that Lorraine was there early that day though, Maxine being early as usual so her father could set up for his Sunday preach. What was weird was that her parents weren’t there. “Where are your parents?” Maxine asked from the truck, fiddling in her jeans pocket before she motioned for Lorraine to follow her. Maxine was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white top while Lorraine wore a pair of red jeans and a top with different colours and her usual cross necklace.

“They’re on the farm doing the crops. They wanted me to come today, said that they’re meeting someone important and didn’t want me there when they met,” Lorraine explained, following as she was surprised the brown-haired girl wanted to talk to her. Then again she had seen Maxine stare at her multiple times.

“Ah, you like comin’ to church?” she asked, sitting on a rock, far from the church’s view as she got a cigarette out of her pocket and a lighter. Lorraine was shocked but she stayed quiet as she sat next to her, intrigued about the cigarette as her father smoked too. 

“Yeah. It gets me off the farm and I like feeling close to God,” Lorraine answered as she was watching Maxine smoke. 

Maxine was nodding as she was thinking. “Fair enough. Personally, I don’t like going. You’re the only good thing,” she spoke and shrugged. Lorraine was shocked as she lit up at that. 

“I am?” she spoke flustered, looking down. She was going to church to stop sinning, not continue sinning and Maxine was making her continue. She only went to get rid of her lesbianism. Her parents disapproved of her denying her happiness but she wanted to be in heaven when she died. 

“Yep, you are. So why did you start coming to church? It was 5 years ago your first day and you were 14 at that time, way later than most of our members,” Maxine asked. 

“To stop my sinning, and it is working a little,” Lorraine admitted.

“And what sin is that? Touching yourself?” Maxine teased her. Lorraine flustered more, letting out an accidental whimper. 

“Partly but… it’s um… being attracted to girls and only girls,” Lorraine admitted shyly. Maxine blinked.

“Do your parents know?” Maxine wondered out loud. “Also I like girls too, not just girls though,” she added so Lorraine didn’t freak out. That caused the smaller girl to look at her in shock before she nodded.

“They disapprove of me going to church over it,” Lorraine admitted. “They want me to be happy. They don’t care about the word of God,” she added. Maxine nodded. 

“I say keep sinnin’. It’s a good thrill,” she spoke with a shrug.

“What do you mean by that?” Lorraine asked. 

“I slept with girls in the church and also touched myself in the church,” she teased the younger girl, who was a bright shade of red and it wasn’t due to the sun that was beating down on them.

“You have?” she asked. Maxine nodded.

“It’s a teenage dream isn’t it?” she teased the younger girl. “And it’s your last year being a teen. So let’s make it count,” she offered. Lorraine was thinking before she nodded. 

“Yeah,” she agreed as she got up. Maxine followed, stamping on her cigarette before she led the way to the bathroom, being careful of her father who was setting up.

“We’re going to have to be quiet. You ok with that?” Maxine teased, holding the tiny girl against the wall as she was looking down at her. Lorraine nodded. She could do that… hopefully. That was when Maxine started to kiss her, and kept her pinned against the wall as they were near the door. It was worth the risk, especially since they had 30 minutes before service, and 20 minutes before people were allowed in. 

Lorraine let out a small moan as she was kissed, having never been kissed before. Maxine smirked as she was ready to corrupt the virgin. She always had a crush on Lorraine after all, and she was happy to have this chance. She would get to know her after. For now, she would please her, show her that girls did it better. Holding her hips then, Maxine rubbed circles on her waist as her hands slowly went up, touching bare skin as she had made them go under the shirt. Lorraine was embarrassed as she kept making sounds in the kiss. Her breasts were soon groped, and there was no bra to Maxine’s shock. “No bra? Did you want to be used today?” Maxine commented, pulling away from the kiss. Lorraine gasped as her nipples were touched and shook her head. 

“I didn’t have a clean one, plus I have smaller breasts so it won’t be noticeable,” Lorraine admitted, moaning during a bit of it as Maxine nodded and covered her mouth gently. 

“Don’t want my dad hearing,” she teased as she was using one hand to grope and rub her nipples, Maxine kissing her jaw before kissing her neck after. Lorraine nodded.

She could feel herself getting wetter as she was under Maxine’s control and it felt right. She couldn’t complain. Maxine was soon rubbing her crotch, her breast untouched now causing Lorraine to rub them with how much she enjoyed it. Maxine watched, keeping her mouth covered before Maxine removed it, only to unbutton and unzip her jeans. Lorraine was quick to yank hers down, showing how desperate she was. 

“So needy for me,” Maxine teased, trailing a finger over her clit and pressing lightly on it. Lorraine nearly moaned loudly but Maxine quickly covered her mouth as she was trailing her fingers all over the tiny girl’s thighs and pussy. Lorraine was thankful for the hand muffling her because Maxine slowly entered her middle finger inside her. Lorraine gasped into her hand, her eyes closing slightly as she was embarrassed that she was already getting flustered over that. In fact, she started to ride it, Maxine excited to see how eager she could get the brunette. Lorraine definitely was making sounds into her hand after all as a second was soon entered. Lorraine could already handle the second finger which surprised Maxine, but she loved it at the same time. 

She kept going as Lorraine was clearly trying to not cum fast. It was impossible with how much she liked the risk though, how Maxine’s fingers curled at the right spot and how Maxine was covering her mouth. Soon enough the thumb attacked her clit and with an arched back and a loudish moan, she came all over Maxine’s hand, her eyes closed. Maxine, after Lorraine rode out her climax, pulled her fingers out and washed them. 

“You did good,” she praised. “You have to be my favourite one yet,” she teased. Lorraine blushed and nodded.

“Can we continue this?” Lorraine asked shyly.

“Yeah, of course we can. Plus I want to get to know you too. How about I help out around the house when your parents come to pick you up?” Maxine asked. Lorraine nodded with a smile. 

She wanted that.

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence prompts from the society, season 1 — (part 2 of 2)

i sort of like losing track of time.

so, do you? have all you need?

i kind of think it’s actually kind of hopeful.

our parents are still alive. they’re just someplace else, and we have to figure out a way back to them.

there’s got to be a way to get back. doors work both ways.

i really feel like we’ve just been given some hope.

i miss my parents giving me a hard time.

what if there are wolves and bears in the woods?

i avoided you. i was caught up in being straight.

did you ever notice me before?

who died and left you in charge?

i told you, people are not fine. they might be quiet, but that’s not the same thing. they’re scared. and they’re angry.

i want to die. it’s okay. i won’t feel like this.

tell my parents i’m sorry.

i really thought i was gonna die.

you were always a terrible patient.

i’m stoic and tough.

last time you had a cold, you bitched so much you gave it to me.

who’s so angry that they’d try to kill people?

you guys left me in the dark forever.

i want someone else here. you’re creeping me out.

i am allowed to make a political statement. dissent isn’t a crime. 

coincidences happen.

how do you want to live? what about us?

there’s nothing in this place that i want.

you’re afraid of me. everyone’s always afraid of me.

does it make sense? or am i just doing something to do something?

can i sleep here?

you don’t look so impressed.

can we just, for a second, pretend i know what i’m doing?

what, you’re just done with her and onto me?

i thought i knew how i felt and what i wanted. but i didn’t. 

the idea of losing you… i didn’t think i could feel that way about anyone. 

i can’t stop thinking about you. so that’s what that was last night.

you look like shit, by the way.

i’m scared all the time.

i’ve done terrible things. 

this time is going to be different. you’re gonna be more careful.

since when are you superstitious? we can’t think like that right now. it’s a big world.

i am hopeful. but you haven’t seen what i’ve seen.

it’s weird that we never really knew each other in high school.

i’m the wrong person to fuck with, you know?

there aren’t a lot of people who would show up for me like that.

things are fine the way they are. why are you risking this now?

there’s a lot of big decisions i have to make. i don’t want people to think we’re making them together. i don’t want you to think we’re making them together. because they’re my decisions, and i have to make them alone.

just because you decided to show up doesn’t mean it’s a good time for me.

the world changed. it isn’t about what you want or what i want. 

i don’t trust myself to be with you the way i want to be with you.

who the fuck are you to decide what i’m good at?

sometimes i wonder if there’s another version of this world where we’re friends.

if i was home, i’d just get on a bus or a train and go. but there’s no way. there’s no way from here.

i just wanna die. i just wanted to be dead.

we had to forget everything we learned about what life owed us.

you’re right. i’m not in control.

what does it feel like to starve? it’s really slow and painful, isn’t it?

you would eat me? 

there’s not enough of us to eat. we’d buy ourselves maybe a month or two.

if we come back without an answer, people aren’t gonna wait around to starve. we’ll kill each other first for the food that’s there.

has anyone asked, ever, ‘are you okay with any of this?’

fuck off. i don’t need a nanny.

do people just come when you snap your fingers?

you don’t get to demand an audience with me. you’re lucky i showed up.

you’re half right about everything. you know that? and that’s worse than being wrong. that makes you dangerous.

i need power to get things done, but i hate it. and you will too.

i can decide what i think. but i can’t decide that i’m right.

we’re not gonna ask for power. we’re gonna take it.

are you a fucking hero? i don’t think so.

i never had any idea what i wanted to do.

maybe we’re being punished for what our parents did.

maybe we’re here, and there’s no there anymore.

it’s fucking terrifying. we’re just not saying the stuff out loud that we’re afraid of.

do you think we might actually be lucky?

what we have is built on trust, nothing else.

i’m willing to lose out every once in a while. it’s better than chaos.

what are you when you’re on your own, if you really think about it?

i’m sorry if i made you feel like i think less of you. 

you’re still warm, and i’m a little bit lonely. do you mind?

part of me just wishes we could stay out here in the woods. i don’t want so much noise.

no, fuck you. fuck you. i’m not afraid of you anymore.

i want to pull the strings a bit, that’s all.

it gets bad. but it’s not gonna get that bad.

i know what you’re thinking. ‘what am i doing, this isn’t me.’ but it is you. that’s how fast it happens.