#and I’m pulling this one out of my ass but . but . but . I think that if given the opportunity to travel off-planet this Kid …

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pussy inspection with nanami can we have some degradation please and thank youuu 💞💞💞💞

PRINCESS PARTS! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...nanami always has to make sure that he always inspects his pretty princess

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, slight fingering, spanking, degradation, nanami being a tease, pussy inspection, nanami is kinda mean, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thank you so much for the request pookie I hope you enjoy it!

as soon as you stepped out of the car from running errands all day (the errands being shopping with your husbands credit card) you got a text a from him asking to come to his office. You weren’t sure what the occasion was, but when you finally made it into the house with the millions of bags, you gingerly made your way over to your husbands office.

For some reason you felt a bit nervous. Nanami always calls you if anything important, he rarely ever texts, but you never question him on anything. “Ken?” You softly call out, seeing his office door is cracked, slowly opening it to see him sitting in his chair, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “Hi.” You smile. “I just came back from the store! I got these pretty dresses I think—”

“Come here.” He sternly spoke, his glass clinking on the wooden table as he set it down. His gaze never left yours, like a predator trying to intimidate its prey. “Come here,” he repeated. The silence was deafening bedsides the wood creaking under your feet as you hesitantly stepped closer. And when you got close enough he pulled you over his lap in the blink of an eye, leaving you breathless. “What’s this?” He held up your panties in his hand. You stayed silent looking down in shame. You could feel his large hand rub over the fabric of your sundress, toying with the hem of it as he lifted it slowly. “Ah,” he let out a chuckle, one that had a hit of annoyance.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster. You knew we’re in the wrong. Before leaving to go shopping, you decided to wear any panties, but stupidly enough you left the evidence in the room for him to find. He fully lifted the fabric, exposing your ass to the cool air of his office.

“You left the house without any panties on? What were you planning to do, huh?” He swatted your ass, making you jump. “We’re you playing with my pussy on the way home? Playing with in the dressing room? Cause you’re that much of a desperate little slut.” He slapped your ass again, a small whimper falling from your lips.

“No, no! I swear I didn’t touch myself! I just…” You didn’t really have an explanation as to why you did it, only making it harder for him to believe your words.

“No? You sure? You know I have to check, right?” He squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, spread your cheeks slightly to get a good look at your cunt. He licked his limps, swiping his thumb over your slit. “Gotta make sure my pretty princess didn’t cum without me, yeah?” He spread your legs farther before taking his fingers and spreading your lips, watching the way your pink hole fluttered around nothing. He could see how wet you were getting, gathering some of your slick and rubbing your clit with it.

“Ken,” you whimpered, squirming in his lap. He ignored you, slapping your ass again as a warning to stop moving.

“I just have to make sure, baby. I know how much of a slut you like to be, showing off your pretty pussy. You’re just a dumb little thing who doesn’t know any better.” He slips his thumb into your pussy, moving it around and rubbing against your g-spot before slipping it out. “Why are you so wet?” He slaps your ass again.

“I’m sorry! It just…feels so good,” you explain, biting down on your bottom lip. You look back, staring up at him was such a desperate look, only to be met with his cold gaze.

“Use your words more. Tell me.” He gently caresses your face. “Is it this?” He slips his thumb back in, watching the way your jaw drops and brows furrow. You nod at his question. “Words.” He spanks your ass harder.

“Yes! It’s that! It’s everything! I like when you inspect my princess parts, and make sure I’m not misbehaving,” you confess. Kento hummed in response, slowly massaging your walls with his thumb.

“So you’ve been doing this on purpose? Leaving your panties around the house for me to find so you can get your pussy touched and looked at. What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. He slips out his thumb, rubbing your neglected clit in slow, agonizing circles. “Get up.”

“Wha-why?” You asked, confused. “Ah!” He spanks you once more. You quickly scurry off of his lap, standing in front of him and pulling your dress down.

He hands you your panties from earlier. “Put them back on and sit in your mess. You think being bad gets you rewarded?” He scolds you, watching as you slip your panties over your legs, pulling them up. “And don’t you dare sneak off and try and make yourself cum like the desperate little whore you are.”

“But, please,” you mutter. “I’ve been waiting all day. I know—”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He clenches his jaw. You shake your head. “Good. Now, go and grab the new clothes you bought and put on a show for me, yeah? I’ll be waiting.”

[cameronwillow]

Farm boy Cameron

Rafe Cameron x farmers daughter!reader blurb

As you’re in veterinary school, Rafe Cameron is forced to complete his public service here at the farm you work at. And he is well aware of your attraction to him.

This was requested by anonymous! I hope you enjoy!!

CW: Fingering! And my take on Farmers daughter but please check out my lovelies, @bloodibambiidoll and @rafesangelita who have great fics with farmers daughter with Rafe!!!

It was obscene. The way you were practically drooling over the rich guy, Rafe Cameron as you walked back from the barn. Being here as you were in veterinary school had its benefits and even more so as Rafe spent his probation here versus jail.

Of course you had a crush on the bad boy, the guy who had a public reputation as an asshole. A Kook as you were a middle class girl working as you went to college. Your dad was a long time employee, worked his way to the boss of the area as you were paid here. It was your honest mistake, you never ever saw any cute guys during your routine. And now, Rafe was here most of the day everyday.

He caught you staring, his lips curving into an arrogant smile. He knew he was attractive. Messy blonde hair from working, white sleeveless shirt showing his muscles as he heaved heavy hay. It made your mouth water as he grunted from the effort. You were pressed against a wall, hidden away in a corner in one of the bigger barns, taking a break when you felt someone behind you. You started to turn but a strong hand stopped you.

“Oh no, you haven’t earned that yet. You don’t get to look at me, baby.” It was Rafe’s voice, his other hand cupped your hip. Squeezing the flesh and you were pinned.

“What would your dad think? Staring a bad man like me, hmm?” He muttered against your ear, the palm holding your shoulder slipping underneath your overalls. He kneaded your tit, traveling down your stomach and snapped the band of your panties.

“I bet that little pussy is dripping. Let’s see,” He nipped your neck and let his fingers swirl against your cunt. “Oh, god you are.” Rafe clicked his tongue and pressed an open mouth kiss to your jaw. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that, baby doll. Just keep it quiet, yeah? Don’t want daddy to hear.”

Rafe circled your clit, pushing the folds together and you arched your back into him. His thick fingers coated your pussy with arousal and then he kneed apart your legs.

“Keep them open, little princess. I’m gonna make sure to hit that spot you can’t.” Rafe then pushed his two digits knuckle deep and you let out a whimper. He curled them and you had to bite down on your lip hard to keep from moaning too loud.

“Aww, I know. I know it feels good, Angel. I can’t wait to have you squeezing my cock but in the meantime…” you felt his dick against your ass as he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, rubbing it as he pumped inside of you.

“Fuck, Rafe.” You wheezed and let out a little squeak as he focused his mouth on your shoulder, sucking softly and tracing it with his tongue.

“You’re squeezing my fingers, princess. Yeah, you needed this. Needed a real man to spoil this little pussy.” Rafe groaned softly as you let out pants and quiet sounds of pleasure.

Your cum coated his hand and you chased it. Riding his hand and you squeezed your eyes shut. Rafe chuckled darkly and pulled out his fingers, shoving them into your mouth.

“Suck it clean. Can’t have daddy knowing how much of a slut his daughter is yet.”

Your lips were around the same fingers that made you cum, you rolled your tongue around them and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Yeah? You giving me a preview of what you’re gonna do to my dick, princess? Meet me here tomorrow night.”

Dividers by @rafesheaven

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Comfort [LN4]

Summary: Lando comes home after some races and just seeks comfort within your arms (including some little extras)

Paring: Lando Norris x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Based on THIS request

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You knew that Lando had been struggling over the past few races, but he wouldn’t ask for help. That’s just who Lando was; he wanted to do everything by himself that was just him. The drivers championship was heating up, and Lando was struggling mentally. He’d deleted all his social media from his phone and just told his team what he wanted posted. 

His friendship with Max wasn’t challenging away from race weekends, but during race weekend, you could slowly see how they weren’t talking to each other. 

You hadn’t been able to join Lando in person this weekend. You’d wanted to due to the championship but prior commitments. Lando understood, but as you watched the race weekend from either your office or from the comfort of your and Lando’s shared home, you could see how his posture and facial expressions showed how he was feeling. 

Your facetimes and texts with Lando felt different. It was like you were talking to Lando when you started dating, and he was all shy again. You weren’t exactly sure when Lando was due home, so when you were laying in bed scrolling through TikTok, you were surprised to hear the lock on the door turning. 

Sitting up in bed, you could hear Lando sneaking in. I'm definitely sure it was Lando due to the massive thud from his bag landing on the floor before he started sneaking about again. As you sat your phone down on the bedside table, you were ready to get out of bed when Lando walked into the bedroom 

“I thought you were sleeping” He whispered, his hoodie getting thrown in the washing pile that you’d left at the door of the en-suite. He continued getting undressed as you answered 

“Sleeping? Don’t you know my sleep schedule?” You joked, and he shrugged, walking into the en-suite 

“That’s true” He laughed a little as you pushed the covers away from your body, watching him brush his teeth 

“Have a good flight home?” You asked, and he shrugged 

“Wasn’t bad. Osc and I played monopoly. He lost obviously” He replied, walking over to the bed. Climbing on the bed nudging your legs open with his hands. You just watched him, letting him find a comfortable place to lay down. 

He decided to lay his body between your legs, his feet dangling off the end of the bed after refusing to buy a new bed so that his feet wouldn’t do that. His head rested on your stomach as he looked up at you with those doe eyes that he seemed to always have at home at the moment. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, one hand rubbing comforting circles on his back as the other hand threaded through his newly cut mullet playing with his hair at the same time 

“Want to talk about it?” You asked quietly, nothing wanting to push him to talk about something that he wasn’t comfortable talking about. 

“This whole papaya rules shit is so fucking annoying. Like why can’t we just fight it. Like I obviously understand Hungary. Osc led the whole race and we spoke about it after the race, understood it and I get that I was a bit of an ass because I was annoyed. Then there’s so many idiot fans who think they know better about the fight with Max and the championship fight. I just want it to fucking end” He complained as you nodded along. You sighed just wishing you could take the pressure off his shoulders 

“I’m sorry my love. Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked gently and he shook his head 

“Just cuddle with me?” He asked and you nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to his head. Lando pulled himself up a little to press his lips to your own. 

“I forgot to do that when I got in” He hummed, pressing his lips to your own before settling back in his previous position. You smiled playing with his hair 

“Have you had anything in date to eat?” You asked and he nodded 

“Osc and I stopped for some food before driving back” You nodded with a small smile 

“Good, I’m glad” You smiled, pulling the duvet over Lando resting it on his shoulders. During the winter break you could see Lando’s shoulder’s relax, his smile had returned and overall it seemed that your boyfriend was back to normal and you couldn’t be happier

As you sat on the boat with some other friends around you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Lando interact with his friends. Walking back over you handed Lando his drink before his hand wrapped around your waist sitting you on his lap.  Your head resting between his jaw and shoulder as you breathed in his scent, your hand resting on the other side of his face. What you hadn’t realised was Max and Pietra had started taking pictures of the two of you with Lando’s smile bigger than it had been in a while.  “I love you” You whispered, allowing his smile to grow even wider even if it hadn’t been possible.  “I love you too” He smiled.

Later at dinner you’d noticed a change in Lando’s demeanour and you frowned looking over, scotting closer to him 

“Are you okay love?” You asked quietly wanting his friends to hear the conversation 

“Yeah, it’s really just hit me how much I love you and how much you’ve done for me” He whispered and you pouted a little pulling him into your body as your hand rested on his jaw. His eyes squeezed shut as his other hand rested on your back 

“I’m never going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for life” You smiled pressing a kiss to his jaw line, the closest body part to your lips. 

“Marry me?” He whispered, pulling back only slightly to look at you

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last night's mascara

12 Days of Christmas: Day 11, January 4th, 2025

Dreamcatcher’s Lee Gahyun x Male Reader

3.1k words

Christmas Masterlist

What a boring ass party.

It’s the thought that has been lingering inside your head for the last two hours. The decorations? Daft. The song choice? Lame. The conversations? Rote. So, there you are, one hand on your phone, the other fiddling with your fingers restlessly. Should’ve bought Balatro when it was on sale.

You scroll your Twitter feed aimlessly, pressing likes on the fan sites’ pictures of your favorite groups—fromis_9, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE. It’s the only way to escape this party without raising much suspicion.

Well, not until Gahyun notices you standing in the corner of your eyes.

“Not enjoying it?”

You almost drop your phone on the ground, good thing you can balance it with your hands.

“Shit, y–yeah,” you reply.

Gahyun giggles softly, covering her mouth with the glass of champagne in her hand. She’s in her red and white Christmas dress, one that shows off a lot—her shoulders, her legs, her ample cleavage. Fuck, she looks so tantalizing.

“So,” she says. She’s pulling you into a conversation. Abort. Abort. Abort!

“How was your day?” she asks, “Wait, oh my god, that was a terrible question. I’m sorry if it’s too plain for you.”

It’s over for you.

“No, no, it was–great. I’m fine,” you reply. “How are you?”

Gahyun chuckles. “A bit drunk, but still standing!” she says with a bright smile, twisting her foot coyly. God, she looks gorgeous.

You only shoot a smile back at her. You don’t know what more to say. It’s difficult for you to continue the conversation like this. You can’t do this.

“Hey,” she continues. You’re finished. “I can keep you company here if you want.”

She’s kind, but you’ll have to say no. You aren’t good enough to hold her right here. You don’t have anything to talk about!

“Ah, I–I appreciate that, but I don’t think you’d enjoy my company,” you decline, taking a sip of the champagne in your hand.

She giggles, and you fall victim to your own self-deprecation once again. You just can’t stop pushing people out, can you?

Fuck.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, come on!” she encourages. You’re taken aback by her enthusiasm to be with you. Is she really enjoying your company? Is it a dare? Is she just toying with you for her own entertainment?

“O–Okay, Gahyun,” you stammer.

The conversation begins at the expense of your solitude. It’s seemingly unending. You’re involuntarily dragged into an exchange with the talkative Lee Gahyun. However, you’re slowly dragged into her charismatic presence. You’re somehow not stuttering anymore? Goodness gracious! She’s a good talker. She’s a good listener. She’s genuinely comforting to be around.

“So–speaking of music, have you been listening to anyone recently? Well, outside of k-pop, it’ll be too boring,” Gahyun asks.

You contemplate a bit before you answer, “Well, I’ve been listening to Gracie Abrams a lot lately. Do you know her?”

“Gracie Abrams–hmm–is she the one who opened for Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah!” you happily answer. She’s really full of knowledge. “I started listening to her a few years ago. Quality can be choppy sometimes, but I still like her a lot.”

“I’m sure she’s great,” she says with a giggle. “That’s why you’re drawn to her.”

You can only chuckle at her warm words. God, she really knows how to reel you in. 

“What about you? Who have you been listening to?” you ask her the same question back. Normally, you’d be beating yourself up for not changing the question, but with Gahyun, it feels like you don’t have to worry about anything.

Gahyun laughs, cutely covering her mouth while doing so. “Well, mostly Billie Eilish, her new album. Have you heard it yet?”

“Oh, yeah! I love Birds of a Feather a lot. Wait, let me guess yours–uh–” you pause, trying to guess her favorite from the album.

Gahyun adoringly smiles, waiting for your guess. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the light, but, fuck, are you having a crush on her?

“Chihiro?”

“Aww~ that’s close! It’s actually my second favorite,” Gahyun says, pouting cutely. You can only awkwardly giggle along to cover the embarrassment from the mistake.

“I actually love Lunch the most, to be honest,” she says. “Makes me click my heels, you know?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean–I also like Lunch, but–uh–it’s just not as sad as Birds of a Feather.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that’s definitely interesting!” Gahyun says. “So, you like sad songs? Do you like–uh–have any to recommend to me?”

You give her a few songs. She nods in acknowledgement. The exchange continues into the night. It flows so lively that you get lost in her charm, over and over again. You find out about her dog at home—Bae. You find out that she loves pineapples on pizzas. You find out that her favorite TV show is Goblin (yes, that Goblin).

As it goes on, you can’t help but steal glances at her body, even if you know how inappropriate that is. You’ll use the opportunity when she looks away to take in the view of her ample cleavage or her meaty thighs. She looks so good, so deli–

“Hey,” she derails your train of thoughts. “Did you just–stare at my tits?”

Your eyes widen in shock. You didn’t realize that you’ve been looking at her for a little too long. Your hands tremble in fear of getting called out. You should say sorry, now!

“F–Fuck, I–I’m so s–sorry, Gah–”

“Zip it,” she cuts you off, putting her index finger on your lips. “I don’t want excuses.”

Tears start to form in your eyes. You’re being mentally cornered by Lee Gahyun, the company darling. God, you’re beyond fucked. Your whole life is being undone because of a slip. Fuck.

Then, she whispers into your ear.

“Meet me at the women’s bathroom in five minutes.”

You nod with your eyes closed slowly, before she departs from you, giving you the view of her hips swaying before disappearing into the crowd.

—

The women’s bathroom smells of air purifier, it’s taken care of well. It’s brightly lit. You find Gahyun standing in the middle of the room—arms crossed, tapping her foot. She’s waiting for you.

“Come here, lock the door,” she orders, gesturing you to her. Her voice is much, much more stern than in the ballroom, but there’s also–something else. Is she mad at you, or is it something else?

The door clicks shut, leaving the bathroom only for you two. You slowly walk towards Gahyun, who’s looking at you expectantly.

The air thickens with anticipation. The silence is heavy. You’re stuck in the bathroom with Lee Gahyun. She doesn’t seem too pleased with your presence here, but why would she be calling you here, then?

“So,” she starts. You close your eyes shut in fear. “Anything to say before we start?”

You shake your head vigorously, hoping that the admission would lessen the punishment directed at you.

You hear a wicked laugh, as she starts to circle around you. Your body trembles in fear. Fuck, what is she going to do with you. Is she going to beat you up? Is she going to berate you?

“Are you sure that you’ve locked the door?” she asks from behind you. You can feel her breath on your neck. It’s terrifying.

“Y–Yes, Gahyun,” you stammer out.

“Good. Now, take off your pants,” she orders sternly. Wait, this isn’t going where you’ve expected.

“Wait, do you want me to–”

“Take off your pants, yes,” she finishes your sentence without any hesitation. Determination shines in her eyes.

“O–Okay?” you utter, before reluctantly unbuckling your belt. It’s so hard to come off when your hands are literally shaking like this. Your breathing becomes erratic with each second that passes by.

“Faster,” she sternly commands into your ear. Her warm breath touches your skin, eliciting goosebumps everywhere. Your hands quickly take off your trousers as she orders, leaving your lower body in your boxers. The outline of your erection becomes visible under them.

“Good,” she says, the warmth of your hand emanating into your firm ass. “Now, if you’d show me what you’ve been hiding under this–garment.

You immediately comply with her order, sliding down your tight boxers in a hasty motion. Your hard cock springs free from its confinement. It twitches in the anticipation of what’s to come. Gahyun presses into your body from the back, making your ass touch her warm crotch. Her perfume pervades your nostrils, making your legs wobble like jelly.

“Hmm, excited, aren’t we?” she coos. Her right hand reaches from the back to tease you. She leaves just a little space between her hand and your cock. You wish you could just grab her hand and make her touch your hardness right now, but that’s not how you play this game. You can only wonder how Gahyun can hide this side for so long—the side that dominates the shit out of you.

“Do you want me to touch it? Say it.” Her hot breath brushes against your ear, teasing you, pushing you towards the limit.

“Y–Yes, I want you to touch it, Gahyun,” you utter, mind going all haywire from the sheer intensity of her body warmth against your back.

You hear Gahyun giggle mischievously from the back, before her hand latches onto your cock firmly, making you groan in sheer ecstasy.

Slowly, she begins her dirty display on your cock. She lazily drags her hand up along your length, eliciting a shudder from you. When she’s at the top, she makes sure to take a swipe on the tip to make you moan. Your brain is now filled with nothing but her otherworldly handjob she’s giving. She feels so good.

You moan and whimper in her tight restraint, naked from below the waist. Her hands are slowly jerking you off with an unmatched mastery. Her smell is intense—her perfume, and something that’s explicitly her.

She slowly finds her rhythm, knowing when to pump, knowing when to swipe. She goes faster, eliciting guttural groans and whimpers out of you. 

Your cock is being fondled by the company darling, and that thought alone sends you into rapture. She’s the same woman you see every day. She’s the same woman you’ve talked to. She’s the same woman who everyone loves. Now, she’s jerking you off in the women’s bathroom, making you moan and whimper.

Maybe it’s the sheer intensity of the situation, you can feel your loins tightening. Your body becomes rigid. Your breathing becomes erratic. You’re going to cum in Lee Gahyun’s hand!

“You know, I’ve been told a lot that I have nice lips,” she says. Her hands remain a little too eager to finish you off. It’s becoming too irresistible to cum right now. You can feel the tension rising within your loins. You do want more than her hand, indeed. That pair of lips are a little too tantalizing for you to not be on your cock—so plump, so pouty.

“F–Fuck, Gahyun, I–I’m gonna cum,” you utter. Time is running low, and you have to make her stop before you blow a load all over the bathroom floor and get short-circuited for the rest of the night.

Gahyun lets out another wicked giggle. “Say please, then.” She’s not going to stop so easily, not before you profusely beg her to.

“Nghhn~ p–please, Gahyun,” you plead, voice already shaking in the intense sensation.

“Again, and I’ll lift my hand off,” she teases, jerking you off even faster. Your mind is all hazy from the sheer pleasure you’re getting from her hand. Your blinking becomes rapid. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Nghh~ please, G–Gahyun.”

Gahyun suddenly removes her hand from your cock, leaving it twitching in the air. You sigh, as the tension slowly drops back to normal. You’re happy not to cum before you get to take on her mouth.

“Close one,” she says, letting go of you from her warm embrace. You feel like you can fully breathe for the first time in years. She was suffocating, but you won’t deny the pleasure she gave you, of course.

Gahyun slowly walks back to your front, putting the highlight of her next act for you to see—her lips, those dick-sucking lips. You and the guys have talked about this behind her back (well, behind everyone’s back) about how good her lips would feel on your cocks, head bobbing up and down in a hypnotic motion, bringing intense pleasure to whoever gets their dick sucked. 

Now, it’s your turn.

Gahyun kneels, not without seductively swaying her wide hips as she goes down. Your cock twitches at the sight violently, so ready to be taken into her mouth.

“Say please, just like when I jerked you off,” she commands. She seems to know when to raise her voice and when to not.

“Please, Gahyun,” you utter, your voice all dry from the moaning and the internally burning desire.

The first contact is nothing short of divine. Gahyun starts slow. She starts by taking in just the mushroom tip into her mouth. She feels so warm, so tight, so right. Gahyun gives the underside of your cock a playful lick, making your body jolt in response.

She then begins her show, pushing herself further on your cock. It’s a lewd sight, really—the direct eye contact, the sound she’s making (it’s kind of a low, satisfied hum), the way she fondles your balls with her fingers. Pleasure just shoots through your body like a bullet. Without any restraints, you could just cum into her mouth right here and now. She pushes further and further, making you groan in pure bliss, until she starts to gag.

“Y–You don’t have to take it all, G–Gahyun.”

She says nothing, instead diving deeper onto your cock, all while using her tongue to play with the underside of your length. No woman has ever given you a blowjob as good as this—the deliberate movement, the will to gag, the pouty lips. Gahyun really has it all.

She keeps the eye contact intact, a reminder of her control. The gagging sounds she’s making don’t hinder her dominance by a little bit. She lets you know who’s in control here. It’s her and only her.

She finally pushes herself up to the hilt of your cock. She gags. She chokes. She sputters. Globs of spit leaks out of her mouth. Your head falls backwards from the pleasure. Her eyes are barely opening from the sheer size of your cock. You love this. You love the sounds she’s making. You love how she dominates the shit out of you. You love that she’s willing to suck you off like this (even if she’s the one in full control).

She stays there, gagging, choking, sputtering on your cock. She’s taking in the pungent scent of you, judging by the way she takes a deep breath through her nose. Her lips look so good on your cock like this. The base of your length becomes saturated by her red lipstick and spit. Streaks of black mascara run down her cheeks. You’re revelling in it. You’re revelling in the sight.

“G–God, G–Gahyun,” you utter.

With that, she slowly pulls back from your cock, leaving a trail of her rosy lipstick on it. Her eyes are fluttering violently with the thickness and length of you. She can barely breathe, and you’re loving it.

Instinctively, your right hand goes to the back of her head, tugging her hair to pull her out of the predicament called your cock. She gets to breathe again, and she quickly dislodges herself off you.

“Ah, y–you taste good,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. The marks from the earlier act are evident.

You say nothing, letting Gahyun catch her breath again, waiting for the time she can take in your cock once more. She breathes in, she breathes out, and finally, she’s ready again.

“I’m not holding back this time, alright?” she says, determination sparks inside her eyes.

“S–Sure.”

She grabs onto your cock with her right hand, pulling you close, before she takes your cock into her mouth. This time, it’s more violent, more fervent. She catches her rhythm and doesn’t look back. She starts to bob her head back and forth on your cock, and doesn’t that make you whimper like a bitch?

“Nghhh~ s–so good,” you mewl.

Gahyun only replies with a giggle on your cock. Her grip is still firm. Her free hand fondles your balls gently, trying to coax cum out of you.

She catches her rhythm, moving her head in a hypnotic motion. She really wants you to cum under her influence like this. You hear her gag. You hear her choke. You hear her sputter.

The tension in your loins starts to rise again. You’re on the verge of cumming with the help of the earlier handjob, and she doesn’t seem to stop at all. That’s it. You’re unloading your cum inside of Lee Gahyun’s mouth, making her taste your white essence.

“G–Gonna cum,” you utter.

Gahyun responds by going as rapidly as she can on your throbbing cock. The sensation is electric. It shoots through you like a bullet. The knot tightens, and you can do nothing to stop it.

With the final stroke, you unload your pent-up lust into Lee Gahyun’s throat, making her taste your essence. Your body jerks forward in pure pleasure. You let out a low, guttural groan at your precipice, unable to make sense of the situation. She lets out a satisfied hum as she feels your white, hot cum hit the back of her throat. You’re probably salty, like the other women have said.

You slowly come down from your peak, finally catching your rhythm again. Your cock’s spurts turn into soft drizzles off the slit. Gahyun pulls off of your cock with a loud pop. What an obscene sight. Her face is a fucking mess—mascara, lipstick, it’s all wrong. You’re still too dazed to say a thing, though.

“You taste good,” she says, opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out lewdly to show the emptiness of her wet cavern. She drank it all.

“I–I wanna do this again,” you involuntarily utter from the depths of your heart. “I want you to suck my cock again.”

Maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of your words. Maybe it’s the wake of your climax. She bursts out a laugh, a genuine one. You watch her laugh awkwardly.

“Ask me–ha–properly,” she says. “Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Suck–”

“Suck my cock again?”

She lets out a chuckle, before answering, “Definitely, maybe.”

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[wandassweetheart]

WET WRATH!

pairing - bf!trevor x fem!reader

warning! - 18+ mdni, smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (avoid the dread, cover your head)

a/n - some fluff at the end where reader says “i love you” for the first time 🥹. also guys, this was my first time writing smut?! there’s defo more to come. anyways, enjoy!

“shit…” trevor drawls out as the water creates a wet, glistening look for your tits. his tits. he’d always prided himself when it came to your body, he worshipped it like it needed to be, because quite frankly in his eyes you were a goddess. and goddesses are worshipped aren’t they?

so now, as you both stood beneath the running shower head, his hands coursed around your waist and he coiled down so that his lips could reach the slip of your neck. his hard cock pushed against your back, the closer he pulled you towards him. steam clouded your vision as you rested your head back on trevor’s shoulder to give him more space to go further down your body. his one hand remained steady on your waist whilst the other snaked its way up to grope your tit as he still remained locked onto your neck. your hands find its way to his buzzed hair as you softly run them up and down, causing a groan from trevor.

the hand that was initially on your waist slowly slid its way down to your dripping, wet pussy. trevor lets out a low murmur, “see how much this body reacts to my fingers? haven’t even touched you with my cock yet, baby,” he mused. his fingers continued to slide down in between your folds, a quiet whimper escaped your parted lips, encouraging him to rub his fingers along your clit. his other hand progressively got rougher against your tits with every rub of your clit.

“inside, trevor… please?” you tried to form a coherent sentence, mind blank from the upcoming orgasm you were about to receive. “why don’t i give you my cock instead, baby? how’s that, huh? only for my girl ‘kay?” his fingers suddenly stop, making you whine from the sudden seclusion. instead, he picks you up and presses your back against the cold shower wall, you automatically wrap your legs around his lower abdomen and his hands reach your ass to steady the both of you. without another second wasted, he pushes his cock deep into you making you shriek with pleasure and him groan against your skin.

“your pretty pussy ‘s always so tight for me.” trevor lets out a shaky breath before thrusting his hips back and forth into you. “fuck, trevor!” you cry out and his thrust become more fast paced. both your breaths were hot and heavy disguised by the vapour the hot water let out. “y’like that, huh baby?” trevor let out in between deep kisses. “yes,” is all you could manage to whisper as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the intense pleasure. trevor’s stamina wasn’t giving in but soon enough it was going to let out. his hands now started to knead your ass, you could feel the bruises starting to form but all you could think about was how good he was making you feel. you’d never had anyone like trevor.

“shit, trevor. i’m gonna cum…” you moan out, your head hits his shoulder as you prepare for the oncoming wave of pleasure. “me too baby, hold on f’ me, okay?” trevor quickens his pace even more which you didn’t even know was possible. “c’mon baby, y’ ready? cum for me.” trevor gives you his permission and with that your body spasms beneath his, your legs start shaking from the immense satisfaction. “shit, shit, shit!” trevor yells out. his thrusts become sloppy and slow as he gives one final push and you can feel the warm fluid heat up inside you.

trevor slowly sets you down, yet still holds onto your fragile, shaken body and lets out a soft chuckle after turning off the shower. “y’ okay, baby?” he asks, as you both step out and he wraps a fluffy towel around you. “i’m okay,” you reply with a tired mumble. he starts to dry you off carefully, setting you down on the counter. “love you, trevor.” you say quietly, not having really said those words to anyone. trevor is taken slightly aback but then smiles down at you.

“love you too, baby.”

[hotties4gojo]

Haha is this thing even on??? taps the mic and tugs on collar of shirt guuuulppp,, could… we get like head canons for characters favorite positions?? Specifically Toji. I like Toji.

nawt even playing with u rn but the second I read ‘specifically toji’ I was like sigh… thinking about kat… and then my eyes flick up and I read ur user and was like ????4&1&3& MYYY WIFEEEEE???? 70% of the time I see toji I think of youuuu icb like that’s literally ur man 😭😭 BUT OH MY GOD I YIPPEEDDDDDD HI WIFE I gotchu 😋🤍 i’ll do extra toji just for u

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

content: most can be read as gn!reader but a few are afab!reader, fem!reader for the girls since they’re sapphics, oral sex, penetration, sex toys, the world’s briefest subtlest allusion to anal in toji’s, yada yada why list positions when they’re down below

18+, MDNI

satoru gojo:

• before I say anything… #weloveyousubmissivetopsatoru

• missionary is his second favorite position. trust. not only does he get to pin you down with his full weight so that he can feel eeeevery inch of your skin against his, look into your eyes, and push deep into you, but. BUT! you can also grab his hips/ass in this position and guide how he fucks you, taking control of the pace. this always gets this man WHIMPERINGGGG into your neck. smothers you in kisses the whole time

• his ultimate favorite is cowgirl though 😋 satoru needs you bouncing and moaning on it at all times 🙂‍↕️👆🏽 he loves just reclining back and watching you through hooded eyes, lashes batting against his cheeks and toes curling every time you drop back down

• bites his lips to stifle his loud ass noises but this position makes it easy for you to grab his jaw/chin and force his mouth open which gets him extra hot and bothered

• bonus points if you stick your fingers in his mouth… 👹 he loves that shit

• slaps and gropes and licks your tits like his life depends on it while you ride him into oblivion

• also loves lying between your legs so he can go down on you while he humps the mattress like a dog in heat 😇 satoru busts just like that

• if he’s pent up you get the naaaastiest backshots. fucks you like his life is on the line 😭😭 drools into the crook of your neck while slamming into you over and over again until you’re both cumming, stays inside of you until he’s hard again, and then goes for round 2, 3, 4… also satoru always keeps his full weight on you cos he wants to crawl beneath your skinnnn so you’re always like damn. I’m trapped here

suguru geto:

• prefers positions where he can look directly into your eyes and watch you fall apart. that’s his favorite body part of yours— since they’re windows to the soul and whatnot

• also cos the front of your body is his personal charcuterie board; suguru can play with your nipples, kiss you all over, lightly drag his nails down your stomach/sides and watch you shudder, play with whatever the hell is between your legs, etcetera. his Second favorite body part of yours is your thighs so he also likes stroking, squeezing, and kissing them

• also when you’re face to face you can pull his hair and he lets out the most seraphic grunts/whines… he has a sensitive scalp and he loves when you tug at his strands (but he’ll brood for days if you rip his hair out 🧌 be careful with his 40inch bussdown or he’ll end up on national news)

• missionary is a classic but he likes taking it a step further and folding you over like a lawn chair into a mating press. he fucks you dumb stupidly fast like this

• suguru’s also a fan of having sex when you’re both on your sides, either facing each other or spooning. he’s always the first one to wake up so he’ll sometimes just hold you, petting your hair and drinking you in. inevitably gets hard when you rub up on him in your sleep. he’ll wake you up with kisses and murmured words, then lazily fuck you on their sides… he looooves slow unhurried morning sex

• ride his face and he’ll propose 🤷🏽‍♀️ CALL YOUR PUSSY BRITISH WITH THE WAY HIS TONGUE IS INNITTTTTTTTT

Brief intermission oh my god I just killed the fattest spider and actually cried cos it was so terrifyinggggggg I had to take a 10 min break tjat was embarrassing

toji fushiguro:

• let’s unpack this list— doggystyle, prone bone, happy scissors (THE NAME?), wall sex, and reverse cowgirl

• not even gonna get into mating presses cos everybody and their mother knows he loves that. obviously. MY GOD AND TITTY FUCKING yeah yall already knowwwww you knowwwwwwww

• doggystyle and prone bone yup yup two of his go-to’s. BEND THAT ASS OVERRR LET THAT COOCHIE BREATHE SHAKE THAT ASS BITCH HANDS ON UR KNEES!!!

• toji’s an ass mannnn he needs to cop a feel while destroying ur 🐱 likes pressing down on your lower back with his palms and forcing your stomach flat against the bed to make you arch cos his bitch pose is nyaaaasty!!! get ready to wear turtlenecks after he gives you backshots cos his mouth mauls your shoulders and neck

• you guys are getting audio for the damn anal thing (it’s really not that explicit you’ll see) (it’s 5 seconds)

• happy scissors… still ctfu at the name. anyways toji basically just stands up while you’re on the bed on your back and he spreads your legs heeeella wide so he can watch how you spasm around his cock. likes watching every millisecond of you taking him 🙂‍↕️ says the nastiest detailed shit about what’s going on downstairs

• “wanna come shower with me babes?” “yeah something sinister is definitely afoot” “what’s that?” “oh nothing… omw 😁😟”

• and you’re right— cos showering together and scrubbing his hair while he closes his eyes like a content cat suddenly turns into him grabbing your goods. which then turns into him fucking you against the shower wall and he just grins while listening to the filthy noises echo off the walls

• sometimes when toji returns home and you give him his daily hug at the door, he just picks you up with one arm around your waist and pounds you against the wall/door until you start wondering what’ll break first— the surface you’re pressed against or your back 😭😭

• aside from doggystyle + prone bone this man is a fieeeend for reverse cowgirl. folds his arms beneath his head while watching you do splits on his dick without lifting a hand to help you… buuuut he does sometimes grab your hips and hammer up into you. may you survive the night 🙏🏽

• ik his ass is playing nba 2k on the dailyyyy on his beat up console!!! so reverse cowgirl lets him play while you ride him LMAOOOOHTKAJEND y’all either end up on the bed with him on his back, you in reverse cowgirl but you lay your stomach flat between his legs so he can peek over your head, or y’all end up on the couch like this so you can cockwarm him… plus you’re his personal set of bongos 🥺😇🌸🕊️🧚

choso kamo:

• this man is a sucker for any position where he gets to cling to you like a koala

• lotus position is his #1. instead of properly riding him, this position allows you to just grind against him and do like. all of the work. and since he’s the king of dry humping they do this clothed sometimes too

• choso turns into a whimpering mess that melts beneath you every time you two have sex like this, pretty brown eyes rolling back in his head while he squeezes you close in a hug… my shaylaaaaa 😭😭😭

• his second favorite position is having sex on their sides ESPECIALLY when y’all are spooning. he reaches around you to roll his nipples between his fingers. always grasps your jaw/chin and turns your head so that he can kiss you while rocking into you

• missionary is another go-to of his. loveslovesloves the intimacy of it, how he can pepper you in kisses, maintain eye-contact as he praises you, asks if he’s doing good, how you’re feeling, what you need. always guides your legs to wrap around him so that they can be impossibly closer

• satoru and suguru are the reigning champions of munching but best believe choso is on their heels! you’re breakfast lunch and DINNERRRRR he’ll do anything to get his mouth on you. megan thee stallion voice THAT AINT MY BAE HE REALLY MORE LIKE MY BIDET sorry. he doesn’t stop until you’ve cum all over his face and in his mouth multiple times

shoko ieiri:

• no matter what position it is she’s absolutely slaughtering your meow meow 1000

• ive written something about this before but mmmm shoko on top while they scissor and she smokes while intently watching you, those low eyes of her never missing a thing. usually lifts one of your legs or fully drapes it over her shoulder so that she can turn her head and mouth at your leg, squeezing the top of your thigh all the while

• if she’s doing paperwork at jujutsu high or at her desk at home, half the time you end up sitting on her lap so that she can finger you while getting her shit done. or shoko just lets you ride her thigh, occasionally bouncing her leg a bit to hear the way you hiccup as you squirm atop her. she’s addicted to having you on her lap

• shoko also looooves resting on her stomach, reading something or scrolling through her phone while you hover behind her and rub your cunt against her ass. she makes casual conversation or ignores you entirely cos my gawwwdddd she eats up the way you progressively get more and more desperate and needy cos it’s not enoughhh and you want attentionnnn. but something about grinding on her ass makes you cum every single time without fail. and that gets shoko going which is why they end up doing this often

• often guides you to sit between her thighs with your back to her chest so that one hand can reach around you to palm your tits while her free hand goes to town on your 🐱. uses toys like vibrators and dildos on you in this position too

• and speaking of toys… her strap game goes CRAAAAAZY. prefers fucking you like this in missionary, dropping her whole weight on you so that their tits press together. always sucks hickeys into your neck too

yuki tsukumo:

• CERTIFIED FREAK SEVEN DAYS A WEEEEEEK

• walk with me MOTORCYCLE SEX. does that count as a position Idk but I’m rolling with it anyways

• I need to write a fic about this SO. BAD. but she sometimes lets you drive her motorcycle so that you’re in front, and when they get back home and park, yuki’s instantly reaching around you to grab the handlebars and revs the engine. she kisses your nape and whispers teasing words into your ear as the two of you rock against the vibrating seat of the harley. grins like the cheshire cat when you cum in your pants… but she’s quick to follow

• you riding her strap in cowgirl or reverse cowgirl? OH SHES IN! you start internally singing LET ME SIT THIS AAAAASSSSSSS ON YOU from that one beyonce song as you lower yourself down onto the strap

• for a few minutes you’re under the impression that you’re in control, setting the pace as she drags her hands up and down your body and showers you in praise. that is until she grabs your hips and fucks up into your cunt and cheerily smiles as you instantly lose it

• yuki definitely switches positions a lot. she’ll either keep going like that or eventually flip them both over to peg the shitttt outta you. from there, there’s a 70% chance that she’ll pull out and maneuver you into doggystyle

• and speaking of being on top she also likes being on top when they scissor. guides you to lie down halfway on your side cos yuki is a tits And ass woman so she wants to see both jiggle as she grinds down against you. and yes she’s always grabbing and smacking both

• the queen of 69ing truly… she’s an eaterrrr she has the time of her life whenever you ride her face while you bury your face between her legs. yuki wants that cookie so effin baddddd 😭😭 she tends to accidentally break your concentration cos my gawd she is SLUUUURPING on that thang like it’s her last meal

[rainytrashh]

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In the Lab…

Fic type-> NSFW + Drabble

Tags-> Sub Jayce, bottom jayce, degrading kink, kinda exhibitionism? both parties get off on getting caught, gn reader but they have smth to fuck him with whatever that might be lol, choking

Word count-> 705, about two pages of a book

AN-> I’m alive it’s a miracle! Anyways there’s not enough sub or bottom jayce fics just saying 🤷‍♀️. And as always, requests open!

AO3 | Masterlist

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It was Jayce’s idea. Not yours.

Honestly, blowing his back out in the lab wasn’t really what you had in mind when you said you wanted to try something new. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before- just this time it was in his lab, over his workbench, scarily close to the door. It didn’t help that Jayce didn’t know how to shut up during sex.

“Yes, yes- fuck!”

You apply more pressure against his wrists held behind his back, pressing him further into metal workbench- a silent warning.

“Jayce.” A hushed tone compared to his strained cries.

“‘m sorry, jus’ too good…”

You tug his trousers further down his ass since his loose belt buckle was clinking against the bench with every thrust.

You glance towards the door.

“Gah- god-“

You watch as his face distorts into one of pleasure as you’d just adjusted the angle of your movements.

“If you don’t know how to shut up-“

“Make me.”

His comment surprised you, he didn’t sound bratty when he said it. And no, he’s too good to disobey you. He sounded desperate for it. Like he needed you to keep him under control, even if he was perfectly capable of keeping quiet himself.

So you lean in, and let your breath caress his tanned shoulder blades.

“Oh, is that what this is all about then huh? Riling me up, teasing me?”

He hesitates before he answers,

“…no, please that’s… it’s not-“

You hook your hand over his mouth, only muffling his moans to your disappointment. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to his dick, smearing more pre against the underside of the workbench.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Getting me to slut you out in the lab in hopes of, what- getting caught?”

He could only moan into your hand as you pull him up so his head rests on your shoulder, his hair splaying out across it.

“You’re such a whore, who are you imagining walking through that door right now huh?”

You turn your head towards his ear letting your breath hit it, eyes flitting up briefly. You only grin.

“Is it Mel? Or perhaps Viktor?”

You let go of his mouth and instead opting for his neck to hold onto for leverage.

“Both-“

“Both? And what would they do if they saw you like this? Man Of Progress against his own workbench, taking dick like a bitch huh?”

Jayce can’t help but groan at the idea, someone so close to him walking in on such a scene.

“Come on, what would they do…”

You grip his hip harshly to re-adjust your position slightly, his mouth drops open and his now free hands flailing to try to bring you ever closer to him. You know you hit the spot with each thrust too when he stammers before he replies.

“I-I don’t know-“

“I think they’d like it, someone finally having the guts to fuck all that arrogance out of you.”

As you talk you sneak in kisses along his jawline and neck, even leaving one dark mark along the side of his neck.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, imagining Mel’s and Viktor’s sneering faces. Perhaps they’d be muttering between each other as they stare at him like he’s a common whore.

“Just- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“You gonna cum ‘round my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, please let me cum- I’ll be-“

“Good? You gonna be good if I let you cum?”

“Mmhmmm…”

“Well… go on, be a good boy and cum for me.”

Like the flick of a switch he arches his back into you and cums across the underside of his workbench, your final few thrusts making it smear all along his dick afterwards.

You feel him go fairly pliant against you as his heavy breathing gets gradually slower, his eyelids slip closed.

You simply smile as you hold his jaw and tilt it away from you. He lets it loll to the side like you want as he pries his eyes open.

Of course Mel and Viktor are standing in the doorway, and of course they both look rather flustered.

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[4ranghaes]

hey cutie… here with crazy thoughts. you mentioned dad!bnd and you also mentioned breeding-kink!bnd so i just wanted to know your opinions for the members! can be all or 1 but i want to know ^_^

also take care and drink safely sweetheart 💗

- ilysungho ☁️

bnd ot5 x reader [smut, fem!reader]

warnings - SMUT!!!!!! MDNI!!!!! absolutely FERAL bnd, and, obviously, breeding kink, seperate classifications for each

a/n - omg okay so i’ve done this briefly before here and here but this is one of my FAVES so of course i’m gonna expand. also your sungho breeding kink blurb the other day oH my god. !!!!!!!!

sungho🎀 [absolutely feral sungho, dom!sungho, pregnancy talk]

sungho was nothing if not patient. he was patient when dealing with five overactive members. he was patient when he shared a bedroom with whichever of the boys drew the lot this time, leaving sometimes months where he couldn’t fuck you. he was even patient with some kinks he thought would be too weird, or too burdensome to bring up to you.

but this. this was too much for him.

“sungho, look!” you cooed, bouncing your best friend’s new baby in your arms. you’d just popped round to drop off a birthday gift for your friend, but lucky for the two of you her baby had just woken from a nap. sleepy eyes blinking up at you, giggling upon recognition. “i want one.”

he swallowed, taking a deep breath to try and restrain himself, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the sight, late into the night.

“hey, y/n,” he called out to where you stood in the connected bathroom. he was sat up in bed, half-hard already as his imagination escaped him. “were you serious earlier?”

“hmm?” you called back, pre-occupied with your skincare. he got out of bed, walking to the bathroom door.

“earlier,” he breathed, mind rushing with images of you holding the baby, of you swollen with pregnancy; belly, tits, hips, cunt filled to dripping with his— “when you said you wanted one. were you serious?”

you blinked at him, his ragged, heavy breathing and hard-on in his pyjama bottoms suddenly gaining your attention. you smiled, “of course. i mean, we have our own place now! we have money, jobs, i mean we’re not married but who’s bothered besides your parents, right?”

sungho took in a shaky breath as you walked towards him, looping your arms around his neck. his hands flew to your waist, subtly resting on your stomach. “why? do you want one?”

“oh i want one so badly,” he groaned, beginning to ravish your lips, jaw, neck, any part of you he could connect to. you squealed as he placed his hands under your ass, lifting you up and carrying you over to the bed. “i want to fill you up over and over again until it’s taken and watch you carry my babies, oh god, y/n, i want it so badly. if it takes tonight, i’ll marry you tomorrow, i don’t care, no one will know the difference.”

he laid you down, ripping off his t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled off your t-shirt too; leaving you in your thong. sungho groaned, hands running up your body as he started to kiss every inch of skin he could.

“please… please let me fuck you now,” he mumbled against the skin of your stomach.

you whimpered as he started lightly tracing the outline of your folds through your panties, “ah! sungho, fuck me, please. give it to me, right now.”

sungho took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his life; his tip was leaking precum - something that rarely ever happened. he pulled your panties down your thighs before pulling his cock out his boxers, not even bothering to properly remove either garment.

“i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?” he hummed, hovering over your body, kissing the skin of your boobs gently as he began to press in, his hair tickling your neck as it flopped over your skin. your hands threaded through his chestnut locks at the feeling of him stretching you. you both moaned deeply as he bottomed out. “i-i’m gonna– fuck. i’m gonna move, darling.”

“sungho, please,” you whined, panting with need as he started thrusting deeply, slowly. you pulled his head up to yours by his hair, connecting your lips.

his hand moved from off your waist, grabbing a pillow that was previously resting behind your head and wedging it under your hips. you chuckled, pulling away from your boyfriend’s lips, “what’s that for?”

sungho was panting, he almost looked intoxicated, eyes heavy as he looked back at you, “it’ll take easier if your hips are lifted.”

you laughed, gasping out as he hit particularly deep within you, “you know your stuff, huh?”

sungho groaned, trailing wet kisses around the circumference of your breast. he looked up at you, shaking his head, “oh darling, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

riwoo🦦🍡 [slight talk of struggling to get pregnant, MAJOR cum talk, dom!riwoo]

living together for three years, married for one, it seemed like the perfect time to start trying for a baby. both you and your husband agreed. but riwoo, as a caring man, and an isfp, remained diligent and detail-focused on almost everything he did.

“y/n, i just got a notification, it says that your due to ovulate over the next couple of days, so we should really go a couple extra times today and tomorrow,” riwoo said, barely looking up from his pregnancy tracking app as he spoke. “and no coffee.”

you grumbled, glaring at your husband who looked up at you with a sweet smile, “i appreciate the reminder, sanghyuk, but you really didn’t need to tell me. i’ve been able to feel my boobs every second since i woke up this morning.”

riwoo’s mouth ran dry, biting his lip as he stared at you, “o-oh. really?”

you sighed, nodding, “yeah. if no coffee wasn’t fun enough, turns out tracking every phase of my body really does make you feel it even more. in fact i’m almost 100% positive i’m going to ovulate today. and i could've told you that before you reminded me..”

“r-really?!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand as you go to move past him, “well then, should we…”

nodding with a polite smile, riwoo gave you an unimpressed stare back. you sighed, “what?!”

“what’s wrong?” he hummed, taking both your hands and staring into your eyes, trying to read for your hidden emotion, “this is supposed to be fun. we’re making a baby!”

“i’m sorry,” you shrugged with a sigh, “it’s just… beginning to feel more like a chore these days. it’s been a few months of ritually trying and trying and not eating this and taking vitamins and– i just wish something would happen, you know?!”

riwoo nodded, pulling you into his arms, “i know, sweet, i know. we can stop if you want—”

“no! no! i want a baby, riwoo, i really do,” you nodded.

“good,” he breathed, biting his cheek as he contemplated his admission. he cupped your cheek in his hand, “cause this has been… really turning me on. knowing when you’re ovulating. thinking about you all swollen and sensitive because of me? and ugh– don’t even get me started on watching my cum dripping out of you every time.” you stared up at your husband, shocked. he chuckled, hand moving so his fingers were under your chin, lifting you to look up at him. “what? shocked?”

you breathed out a laugh, nodding. you swallowed, trying to rehydrate your dry mouth, “i mean when you put it like that–”

but riwoo’s mind was still racing, “and obviously we don’t want it spilling out of you, right? since we’re trying so hard. so i always scoop it up and finger it right back into your little hole, even as you’re whining about not being able to take anymore. god, it just makes me want to go again and again.”

you whimpered, riwoo smirking before he began kissing down your neck. you checked the time quickly, thinking of your plans for the day, “sanghyuk. quickly, i have to go out but we can fuck quickly now and then tonight i’m all yours.”

he looked up, smiling, “promise?”

you nodded desperately, already beginning to tug at his t-shirt, “i promise.”

“okay,” riwoo agreed, pulling his t-shirt that he’d worn to bed the night before off, before stopping, “but i want you to keep all that cum i give you stuffed in there, okay? i want to see it running back out of you tonight.”

your knees were weak as you nodded wordlessly.

he smiled, “good girl.”

myungjae🪻🐕 [reader’s on the pill, cumming inside]

“fuck,” jaehyun sighed, rolling his eyes and kissing his teeth as he turned back to you.

“what?” you hummed, resting up on your elbows, still stark naked as you watched your boyfriend rummage through every drawer in his bedroom, “none left?”

“none left,” he sighed in confirmation, walking heavily back over to the bed and sitting down with a pout. he stroked your thigh comfortingly, “sorry, baby.”

you sighed, sitting up and brushing your fingers across his bare shoulders lightly, “we could still…”

“no, you don’t like giving blowj—”

“no, myungjae,” you chuckled, “i meant we could still fuck. i’m– i’m on the pill, you know.”

“you are?!” he gasped, breathing becoming heavy as he sat up, caging your body against the bed with his arms.

you smiled, nodding, one of your hands running up his strong arm, “it was supposed to be a surprise, but… what better time than now? i’ve only been on it for like a week but surely it’s fine. i can always pick up a morning after pill if not–”

“y-you’re on the pill,” myungjae repeated, now on hands and knees as he nibbled and kissed at your bare skin, “i-i can cum in you?”

you giggled, petting his hair and nodding, “as much as you want, puppy. you can fill me up so it’s spilling out.”

he moaned, panting at this point as he gathered your wetness on his fingers with one stripe, using it to spread around his hardened cock, giving himself a couple pumps before lining himself up. “are you sure, my love? cause once i start, i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”

“just fuck me, myungjae, please,” you gasped out, your boyfriend doing as you said and bottoming out in one movement. both of your bodies jerked towards each other, moaning loudly from the action.

jaehyun’s breathing was unsteady, shaky breaths being taken just outside your ear making you smile. you ran a hand through his hair.

“you okay, baby?” you chuckled, groaning slightly as jaehyun shifted his body.

he nodded, “j-just, fuck, feel so good all– all bare for me. so tight… so– fuck, so fucking good. can i move now, gorgeous? can i please— ughh”

he cut himself off with a moan as you thrust your hips up, the movement causing a chain reaction - jaehyun’s hips pistoning into yours immediately.

he was desperate. his mouth hung open, any and every sound making its way out. he had one hand beside your head, keeping himself up, as the other gripped onto the headboard. his hips were moving faster than he could comprehend, a carnal desire to breed you moving faster than his brain could produce thoughts. his eyes were trained on you though, on your face as it screwed up in pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head, lips in a tight line when they weren’t open to the sound of your moans.

“i-i’m gonna—fuck! i’m gonna cum, y/n, i’m gonna fill you up so good,” he mumbled, head moving to bury itself in your neck, “gonna take my baby for me, right? god you’re so beautiful– gonna be so beautiful pregnant with my baby– shit! fuck! y/n…”

he whined out your name as his hips sped up (if that was even possible), fucking into you like a rabbit, cum spilling out and filling you up. you gasped out high pitched moans, jaehyun sitting himself up on his knees, cock still buried in you as he started circling your clit, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

as you came down, panting, you looked at jaehyun. his eyes were stuck on where your bodies met, a slight smile on his face, despite his mouth-open panting. he pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with his fingers as he fucked his cum back into you.

“ah! jaehyun,” you winced, grabbing his wrist.

“sorry,” he breathed, removing his hand and laying down beside you, “god i hope that worked.”

“jaehyun, i’m on the pill,” you said, scoffing, “that was the whole point.”

he looked at you, eyes wide as he started whining, “what?! y/n! ohh i want a baby now!”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛ [mum!reader, mentions of body change due to pregnancy, slight lactation kink, pregnancy kink, dom!taesan]

“i’m home!”

“dongmin-ah!” you exclaimed, rushing to the top of the stairs, your husband blinking up at you in shock with a slight laugh as you appeared suddenly. your baby daughter was sitting on your hip, crying as she grabbed desperately at your top, your toddler son grabbing onto your leg, also crying, though taesan could see even from the bottom of the stairs that they were crocodile tears. he looked to you, your eyes screaming help.

he chuckled, throwing his coat down and running up the stairs, taking his son in his arms. “what’s wrong, baekho-ya?!”

an hour later, after wrestling both children into bed, he collapsed on the sofa next to you, a glass of wine in your hands as you curled into his body. both of you were tired from the day, laughing about anecdotes of either the kids taesan worked with, or your own children. you fell quiet after a while, when the wine had been drunk and the kids were guaranteed fast asleep.

taesan’s hand ran up and down your body absentmindedly, eventually slipping under your shirt and caressing your boob, it fit nicely in his hand. one of his fingers brushed over your nipple as it hardened in his touch. your tits had definitely grown from when you and taesan had first met - the affect of two children, though they’d gone back down now at just over 12 months post-partum.

“seulgi’s growing up fast, hmm?” he said quietly, as you hummed in agreement, “not even breastfeeding anymore.”

you scoffed, chuckling lightly, “that’s where your mind goes?”

“i miss when these were all swollen,” taesan groaned, massaging your boob, before moving his hand down to rest on your stomach, “and this. all round with my baby.”

you knew how much pregnancy got your husband going. he’s always had a breeding kink, you should’ve known it’d only be natural for him to have a pregnancy kink as well. but during your first pregnancy it was confirmed, the man constantly having his hands all over you. he pretty much begged you for another child as soon as he could, which is why there was only 2 years between your first two children. he seemed to be going to break that record though, with 18 months between the next.

“please,” he whispered, you swallowed as you looked in his eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. you thought of all the struggles, but also what an amazing dad taesan was, and how good the sex was when you’re pregnant.

you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, moving taesan’s hand down to your thigh, you smiled, “do whatever you want to me, baby. i’m yours.”

he groaned, removing your hand from his as he held your two hands above your head. he ravished your body, his hot breath and wet mouth trailing downwards, as his free hand worked to remove all your clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“you gonna stay quiet for me, yeah?” he hummed, smiling up at you from where his mouth remained, hovering over your heat, “my good girl.”

you drew in a shaky breath as he kissed over your cunt, “taesan, please. just fuck me.”

he smirked, looking up at you, “you’re so desperate, huh? so desperate for my cock. for my cum. for me to breed you, get you all good and pregnant like i always do.” he moved so his face was now hovering above yours, removing his trousers quickly, giving his length a couple pumps before lining himself up. “i’m not gonna be gentle, either, baby, so watch your mouth. fuck, we’re gonna do this every night until i see those two little lines, okay?”

leehan🪸🐠 [cunnilingus, cumming inside, no mention of protection, oddball leehan, dom!leehan]

“fuck— leehan,” you moaned, your hips bucking up into your boyfriend’s mouth, hands tugging on his long blonde locks as you came.

he smirked into your cunt, pressing soft kisses over the skin as you came down. he sat up, hand stroking your waist to bring you back to the room, a soft smile on his face as your eyes met his. “hi, baby.”

you giggled, “hi.”

“i’m so hard princess, can i fuck you? or are you too sensitive?” he pouted, taking your hand and bringing it so it was resting over the top of his boxers, his hard cock tenting the material.

you moaned at the feeling, beginning to tug his boxers down his thighs, his dick springing out, “fuck me, leehan, please.”

he grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your already dripping entrance. he slowly started to enter, inch by inch as you gasped, and he panted. once fully inside, he simply gave you a smirk before starting to thrust hard.

“leehan!” you gasped, your boyfriend chuckling as his hips continued their brutal attack.

“oh, princess, i was so desperate,” he teased, “so hard. this is just the trick.”

your mind went numb, mouth dropping open, allowing any sound to escape as leehan tucked his hand into the underside of your knee, lifting it to hit a new angle entirely. he hissed. his other hand moved to your skin, running up your stomach, feeling over the skin until he reached your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“can you imagine if you were pregnant?” he murmured, hand now massaging your boob, as your shocked eyes land on his face.

“wh-what?” you choked out. leehan had never shown any signs of wanting to start a family before, though thoughts of the future had obviously played on both your minds.

“can you imagine if through this, through fucking you, filling you up with my cum, you got pregnant. and you’d get so round and big, from your stomach, to your hips, to your tits?!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. his hips were slowed now, but each thrust was harsh. “and it’d be all my fault. people would look at you and know that i did that to you.”

you scoffed, no, not thoughts of starting a family, just pure horniness. still, you’d had no idea about this secret breeding kink. i guess you really do never know what he’s thinking.

leehan looked down at your expression, but before you had time to comment, he’d sped back up, fingers finding their way down to your clit, circling the bud wildly. you whined loudly, back arching off the bed.

“that’s it, princess,” he hummed, he knew exactly when you were going to cum — he found you so easy to read, “i’m gonna fill you up, let everyone know i belong to you.”

gasped out whines escaped you as leehan brought you through your orgasm before doing exactly as he’d said, filling you up with his warm cum, the liquid seeping out around his dick, covering his base in a white ring. he laughed at the sight before pulling out and wiping both of you down. you stared at him in disbelief from where you lay on the bed.

“what?” he mused.

“you care to explain what the fuck just happened?”

leehan shrugged, breathing loudly as he laid down next to you, “just thinking.”

[jesuistrestriste]

Art having a crush on Patricks gf (painfully obviously) so Patrick asks her to cuck him w art ♡

what the hell i totally never saw this…..

but god yess. and art’s more than willing to fuck your pretty body while his best friend watches from the corner of the room ! as long as he gets to push his cock into you, he’ll do just about anything to get there :D

at least, that’s what he thinks he feels until he’s actually in your + pat’s bedroom and his friend’s dark eyes are locked onto him as he stands next to the side of the bed.

he’s got that stupid smirk on his face, and one of his calloused hands is gliding right over art’s lower back; right over the dimples that come before his soft ass. it makes art shiver, and he can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a ‘what the fuck is going on’ way. maybe a bit of both. or maybe it’s the shot of raspberry vodka that he took to loosen up before all of this.

“c’mon man, just give it to her,” pat says to him, “you’ve been pining like a fuckin’ loser for so long, and she’s already wet.”

before art can really form a protest, pat’s hand is pushing his lower body forward and his cock is then enveloped in the tight warmth of your cunt. you moan, your body clenching around his length.

“fuck!” art barks out, his jaw slacking and his legs trembling immediately afterwards.

his bestfriend just laughs lowly, shaking his head, “don’t be a quickshot now, artie… not when she’s treating you so well… feel her pussy squeezin’ you? god, she’s always so good..”

art’s eyes are rolling back, his body starting to rock into the back of yours instinctively as he seeks his release. his hands find your hips and he whimpers when he bounces you against his pelvis.

“good boy, art,” you gasp, nodding, “fuck me harder— ah!— give my boyfriend something worth watching..”

while art’s hips speed up to hump you greedily from behind, patrick steps back as his eyelids start to droop and he can’t help but shove his hand down into his shorts to pull out his dick; spitting into his palm before bringing it back down to stroke wetly and quickly over his twitching inches.

“oh god, oh fuck, oh god—“ art’s whining, his thrusts growing sloppy, “can’t-… shit-! i’m cl— cumming, i’m cumming—“

the whole room suddenly feels like it’s shaking under the weight of all three of your abruptly pulled orgasms, moans and cries and squeals echoing out. art’s slamming into your hole and curling over your back as he convulses, you’re shuddering and falling face-down into the sheets as you squirt and wring him of every drop he’s got, and patrick’s gnawing on his bottom lip as he groans and covers his fingers in a slimy mess of white.

definitely a good time, but art is beyond embarrassed afterwards..

patrick and you, on the other hand, want round two.

[cyprozombiegirl]

this is something of an odd question but- what does penetration feel like? can you describe it? thank you!

I spent like an entire hour trying to write a description of it on my old blog before it got nuked and I was very proud of that description because it is incredibly hard to describe. I’m going to try again, although admittedly this time put a little less effort in.

I’m going to start with how it differs from anal. With anal penetration there is a sort of feeling that whatever is inside you probably shouldn’t be there, this is sorta natural since the whole point of your ass being full is to shit. So with anal you sorta have this fullness that feels alien. You don’t get that same “oh something isn’t supposed to be there” feeling with a vagina. Instead when you’re vagina is full it feels natural, as though that space ways always intended to be full. Likewise, with anal there’s a sphincter that strictly delineates inside and outside, and entering an asshole is about forcing yourself through that barrier. This also isn’t a feeling you have with vaginal penetration. Certainly you can be tight at first, but there’s no “gate” that you push through and which constantly clamps down. This of course means you can pull completely out and go right back in in one swift movement, so it changes the possible moves you can do too.

Now that we have the negative description out of the way, aka what it isn’t. I will try and tell you what it is. First, you’re aware of your muscles around your vagina and you can flex them voluntarily, and they can also spasms involuntarily (If you want to successfully fake an orgasm one important aspect is flexing them as if they were spasming). Second and more ambiently, somehow very vaguely you know the size of your canal, but only when something is it. Sitting here right now, I can’t really sense the inside of my canal, but once something is in it, I can tell how far that object is in, and more interestingly, how much farther it could go in. As for the actual sensation, it is quite overwhelming. Something plunging in and out of you feels significantly more intense than that same skin being stroked when it was a penis. Although something being stationary in you doesn’t feel particularly good. The pleasure that comes is very difficult to physically locate (except for when the prostate is being hit). It sort of radiates out into your body from your hips/vaginal region. It’s a lot less well defined pleasure than when it was located clearly in your penis. In a weird way I think the best way I could describe it is like if you were giving someone a blowjob but each time the dick pushed into your mouth someone held a bottle of poppers to your nose. It’s like that. That is to say, a warm welcomeness in a wet area that you feel but don’t feel like the outside of your body, combined with a full bodied flushed pleasure

[bitebitekxll]

Physical Catalyst

Notes: Years ago I read an isekai fic that referred to guns as ‘physical catalysts’ which is where I got the name from (haven’t been able to find it but I’ll link it if I do) but the rest are just my own musings about a reader with a gun in Teyvat. Also first attempt at making a divider, but I think it’s kinda cool

So whether it’s SAGAU or regular isekai, imagine reader is in Teyvat, no one knows they’re not from Teyvat, and they have a gun.

This in and of itself isn’t a big deal, most people carry weapons in this world and tons of them have guns. But the thing is, they’re not the same as real world guns, are they?

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but every case of guns we’ve seen in genshin (pyro fatui skirmishers, Chevreuse) shoot out what looks like elemental energy. Maybe they’re bullets infused with elemental energy, like what we see with the arrows for the bow users, except the bow users can still shoot regular arrows. We never see the guns shoot regular/non elemental bullets.

Which is why my theory (that might be pulled apart in a future update but for now…) is that they don’t exist. Teyvat guns are capable of shooting elemental energy, maybe fuelled by the wielder’s vision/delusion or maybe using some kind of pellets, but they are not equipped to shoot with the force needed to make a regular bullet be of any use.

So when reader shows up and has a gun from their world? Oh boy. A handgun is no weapon of mass destruction, but anything that can take down a lawachurl in one well-aimed headshot will terrify Teyvat’s inhabitants. I mean, their guns do damage too, sure, but it’s a relative amount. A burn from a shot of pyro, a shock from a shot of electro. The concept of a gun that can instantly kill someone, quicker and easier than an arrow? Using a tiny piece of metal that isn’t even sharp and doesn’t explode? You are going to throw entire nations into chaos.

If word gets out about it, you’re gonna have law enforcement from across all the continent investigating you, not to mention the fatui— be prepared for the harbingers to be hunting down your ass trying to get their hands on such a powerful weapon

Of course that’s only if you let the cat out of the bag. Use your weapon away from prying eyes, and you’ll probably be fine. Dead hiluchurls tell no tales, after all. Or men, if you’re more chill with murder.

It probably wouldn’t be too hard to find a metalsmith who could take one of your bullets and make more. Though I wonder what explanation you’d give as to what it is, without giving away the ‘deadliest handheld weapon in history’ thing.

Idk I just think the introduction of bullet-operated guns in Teyvat is interesting, might write some stuff for the different characters reactions to it at some point

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Chapter 30 (Human Alastor x Married Reader)

CW: It's disgustingly fluffy. Brush your teeth after. Oh, and anxiety.

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Alastor returned with a glass of water to find you dressed, sitting on the bed, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun that was quickly dying. He wondered passively if you had replaced the panties. He hadn’t given you a pair to do so with. Not that he had any intention of finding out tonight.

You were clearly overwhelmed again, and he didn’t want to push you. Even if you didn’t realize it, you could easily tip over. He wanted learning about what pleasure you were missing out on to be a pleasant experience, one where he left you wanting more of what only he could give you. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, handing you the glass of water. For a few short moments, you sat on the bed, sipping at the water. 

“I am,” you said after thinking, “tired, I think.” 

“You look like you want to cry?” Alastor whispered, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheek with his hand. 

“It’s just a lot, I think.” You whispered, leaning into his touch. “Being here, sneaking away, and then… I’m scared I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone, that you’ll have decided someone you can have is better. Or that it was all a dream.” He kissed your lips softly, pulling back to let you continue. “I don’t want you to go.” 

“I’ll stay right here with you, alright?” Alastor said, running his hand down the back of your head as you leaned into him. 

“Okay,” you sniffled, not wanting to let the tears come. 

“I’ll stay here while I change even.” Alastor cocked an eyebrow at you as you blushed, “You don’t even have to look in the mirror to watch this time.” 

You choked on the sip of water you had been trying to take to calm the blazing fire in your face. “You knew?” 

Alastor kissed your wet lips one last time before standing, laugh filling the space. The sound of his laugh seemed to wrap you in a hug even as he walked to his bag, pulling his shirt from where it was still tucked into his pants. He looked over at you and winked as you tried to avoid shamelessly watching and failed. 

He worked the button on his pants free and sent them to the ground with no shame at all. You tried to keep your eyes on his torso but failed. When he had returned with the water, he turned on the lamp at the side of the bed and now that light was preventing him from having the cover of darkness to protect any bit of modesty. 

The dips of his muscles were cast in shadows, contrasting with the light shining over his skin to highlight every flex and jump of muscle. Your eyes darted around, bravely taking in his strong thighs and the curve of his ass, and then he turned. Your eyes traveled down lean abdominal muscles, following the line of his hips to…

Oh my, you darted your eyes up. It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man’s manhood before, but you avoided looking at Laurence’s. Alastor’s was larger, though he was far from ready to perform. 

Thinking back to the first time she had lain against Alastor’s chest, nestled between his legs and with his hand between your legs, giving you pleasure. You hadn’t felt him. His size was considerable. Surely, even if he wasn’t one that expanded much, you would have felt him. 

Again, you had been nestled against him as he and you shared cookies. You had kissed and indulged in the pleasures of romance, but thinking back, there wasn’t even a stirring. The same could be said about when you and he laid together on the beach. 

Was there something wrong with him? Surely not, Alastor had mentioned having experience with the bodies of women. Was it something about you? Did he not find you desirable? Was there something about you? 

Alastor returned to your side, loose pants tied low on his hips and lacking a shirt still. He took the glass from your hands and took a long, deep gulp. The act of sharing a glass felt… right, even as doubt ran through your head. 

“Are you going to finish dressing?” you asked as you watched his throat work. 

He set the glass on the end table before pulling you to stand on wobbly legs. “I need to shake the sand off the bed. If you are strong enough, you’ll sleep better with the sand rinsed from your hair. They have a shower if you don’t wish to run a bath.” 

Was there something wrong with you? You nodded mutely, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You mechanically washed the sand from your hair and body, coming back to blankets pulled back and a tray of dried fruits. 

Alastor stood, lighting a third oil lamp before switching off the electric lights. One was on each of the end tables, already lit. 

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“A bit, yes.” You hated how timid your voice came out. 

“I figured maybe you’d need a little snack?” Alastor offered, crossing the dim dark space. “Sometimes it can help if you’re feeling a bit on edge after…” 

“Oh,” You tried to fight the flush rising in your cheeks. It wasn’t normal to flush so much. He would think you were nothing more than a schoolgirl. “Thank you.” 

Alastor caught your chin and looked intently down at you. Could he tell you had cried in the shower? You hoped not. You were being a silly girl, that was all. You didn’t want to say anything for fear of sending him away.

“Are you sure you’re just tired?” Alastor asked.

“I am,” you said, smiling. You wanted it to just be that, not the insecurities of a girl. 

He hummed, looking into your eyes before leaning down and kissing you softly. “I’ll take a quick shower, too. Don’t want to get sand in the bed. Do you want me to leave the door open so you can be sure I don’t sneak out into the night?” 

“Alastor,” you smacked his chest on impulse, brain shutting off as soon as your hand hit his the naked skin. You’d forgotten he was half dressed in the moment. “I’m fine, honest.” 

“Alright, alright.” Alastor laughed, kissing you one last time before stepping into the bathroom. 

He closed the door most of the way, letting steam and the sounds of water mix with his musical humming as he washed away the beach. You scrubbed your eyes and sat on the bed, picking at dried fruit. You didn’t know where he had gotten it, but that didn’t matter. 

You wouldn’t let your silly head get in the way of what you had. The plate was near half gone when he returned, curls freshly weighed down by the water. He still wore no shirt. 

“Are you going to finish dressing?” You ask as he ran the towel over his hair, glasses held by an arm in his mouth. It was strange seeing him without them. They were such a part of him. 

“Would you like me to?” he asked, tossing the towel onto the chair in the room’s corner. An odd choice, but a convenient place for a towel. You startled, eyes wide as you struggled to form words. How did you say no, you didn’t want him to, but the lack of propriety was confusing you? “I rarely sleep with a shirt, but if you’d rather…” 

“No!” The word was too forceful, too loud, and you couldn’t take it back. He would think you easy, eager. But weren’t you? “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

“And you won’t be either?” Alastor asked, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around you. “I can change or I can sleep on the couch. Just say the word. You don’t have to feel bad about it at all.” 

“It’s fine.” You braved resting your hands on his bare chest, running them up and around his shoulders. It was a one off. You were imagining things. You hadn’t been ready, so you just hadn’t noticed how he wanted you. You told yourself that again and again. You’d pay better attention and it would be fine. He wanted you the way men wanted women. You were good enough for him. “I don’t want you to go. I’m not going to want you to go.” 

“Then we should get some sleep,” Alastor said, sweeping your legs out from under you and carrying you around the room as if you were a bride. He leaned over you and blew out the lamp he had just lit before carrying you to the bed, lit by fire. 

“Why the lamps?” You asked as he settled you down into the center of the bed. 

“I find them more relaxing than the light provided by electric lights.” 

You didn’t know what to say as he crawled into the bed next to you. He reached over you, long arms letting him reach to the lamp on your side and turned the flame down low, so low it hardly cast any light off at all. 

Alastor then turned down his lamp, letting it cast a soft glow over the room before he settled into the bed. You sat, looking at him as he ran his hand through his damp hair. He waited, and you waited, unsure what you should do.

When you’d go to bed with Laurence, you would find yourself as far to the edge as possible, not wanting to touch him and invite his affections. Your mind warred as you chewed your lip, unsure if Alastor wanted you near or if you should keep a distance. 

“Are you going to come here or do you prefer to sleep sitting up, curled up around yourself?” Alastor teased, looking at you in the dim light. 

“Go there?” 

“Yes,” Alastor grabbed your arm and tugged you softly toward him, “Unless you’d rather I not hold you.” 

“No, I- I’d like that. I just,” 

“Have never done this before either?” Alastor teased as he pulled you to him, ignoring the heat in your face as he settled you against his side. Your head rested against his bare chest, cradled by his shoulder as he draped his arm around your waist, thumb caressing your hip. 

“Not really,” you admitted, “I mean- I have I just, it’s different with you.” 

“How so?” he wrapped your hand in his, pulling it from where you had it hovering under the blanket to rest against his chest, sandwiched between his beating heart and his warm palm. 

“I’ve never wanted this before,” you whispered, eyes unfocused, looking out into the dark room. “I’d alway stay to be as far away as I could at night. I never wanted to give him a reason to hurt me more. Everything always hurt with him.” You realized you were crying when a tear dripped from your nose, splashing onto his chest.

“It’s shouldn’t be like that,” Alastor whispered, holding you tighter to him. “You shouldn’t be in fear of being harmed. You should be able to seek comfort in each other.”

“Then why is that how it is?” You curled into him, “Why is it you’re so soft with me, that you care to make me feel good, but all he will do is hurt me? What’s wrong with me?” 

“Nothing is wrong with you, my dear.” Alastor soothed, rubbing your back. “You’re beautiful, strong and a lovely cook. You’re kind. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. He is simply a pig of a man who doesn’t know what he has.” 

Silence ticked on as you listened to the thump of Alastor’s heart, tears leaking down your face to wet his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“No need.” Alastor said, kissing the top of your head softly. You had relaxed in his arms, still awake, but sleep quickly claiming you. When was the last time you had allowed yourself to cry, not from pain or fear, but from the weight of your emotions alone? “Do you wish he was like this?” 

You sighed in his arms, and Alastor was sure you wouldn’t answer the question. He had no right to ask you that question. “No,” you whispered. “If I knew it could be like this before you, maybe. But now? I don’t want him at all. I want you. Is that wrong? Is it selfish?” 

Alastor shushed you, lulling you back to the doze you had been in. “We’re allowed to be selfish. I swear, I will free you from him.” 

“How?” you asked, words slurring with sleep as you sank deeper into relaxation. “Gonna find the Shadow Butcher.” 

Alastor barked out a laugh that he quickly choked down. “Maybe. Would it bother you if he found his end?” 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I don’t think so. I just want to be free. I just want to be with you.” 

You woke slowly with the morning sun tucked into Alastor’s arms as he curled around you. Your legs were tangled together. As you blinked your sleepy eyes open, they instantly met his brown eyes, so close. 

“Good Morning,” Alastor whispered, “I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“Morning,” you whispered back. “You didn’t.” 

“I’v been waiting to get up and get coffee made,” Alastor said, running his leg up yours as he pulled you closer. 

“You could have,” you whispered, nestling into his chest tighter. 

“I didn’t want you to wake alone,” 

“I’m sorry for being silly last night,” you whispered, only to have him pull back and wait for you to look up at him. Reluctantly, you did. “I was-” 

“Fine.” Alastor said. “You were, and are, fine. You did nothing wrong. This is so very new, it’s alright to find yourself emotional, overwhelmed. I’m here to take care of you.” 

“Because you love me?” you tentatively said, reaching out to caress his cheek, dotted with stubble he had yet to tend to. 

“Because I love you,” he reassured, taking the time to say each word clearly, voice naked of the accent he so often wore. He was making a point, Alastor, the man loved you. “Now let’s get that coffee made. I could use a shave too.” 

You watched as rolled over you, settling his weight on forearms on either side of your shoulders. Leaning down, he kissed you hotly, tasting the morning on your lips. He sighed into this kiss, as if it was what he had been needing all morning. 

Then he was pulling away, dragging himself from the bed, and you were chasing him. He chuckled as you sat up, arms around his neck and pressing a searing kiss to his jaw, missing his lips. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as he stood.

“Coffee, then the day.” Alastor said, kissing you between the words. “You have until coffee is done until I fix my hair.” 

“Do you have to?” you asked, reaching up and running your fingers through the wild curls. “I like it like this.” 

Hand in hand, you walked down the boardwalk. You each had ice cream cones in your hands, both nearly gone as you laughed. The morning had given way. Magical moments of sweet domesticity gave way to an afternoon out. 

“You have ice cream on your face,” Alastor said, leaning forward and placing an open-mouthed kiss on the side of your mouth. You froze at the brazen action while his tongue slipped against your lips, scooping up the ice cream smeared on your face. 

It was sweet, out of a storybook. As had the rest of the morning and right into the afternoon. Music floated on the air as Alastor lead out down the streets. 

“Fine young couple,” an older woman said, smiling as you walked by. You couldn’t help but smile wider up at Alastor. She was right, you and he made a fine couple. It was a shame that you were only a couple for the weekend. 

A man played his guitar, sitting on the street. The music was rich, clumsy and a bit out of tune but it didn’t stop Alastor from dropping a few coins into the man’s cup. 

“May I have this dance?” Alastor asked, smiling at you like he was a boy asking a girl for the first time. 

You allowed him to take your hand as he spun you around the sidewalk, stepping off and onto the street as he spun you around. You couldn’t help how you giggled, feeling like a young girl again yourself as he dipped you, bringing you up in his arms. 

Being with Alastor was magical, as the sun began to set on Saturday. People watched, couples joined in, but all you saw was Alastor. All Alastor saw was you.

Oh, how good it felt to be in love. This is what Laurence had stolen from you but that was alright, you had found it anyway. For the rest of your life, you would fight for little moments to find your way to Alastor’s side. 

As you laughed, spinning in his arms, you couldn’t help but realize you would face any battle for him. You’d burn your life down for him if you knew he would survive. Hell, if you even thought you wouldn’t. 

Alastor was worth everything to you. 

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[kayentokk]

i just know when you/anyone get(s) in a argument with kento or he’s worked up that mf start using big words he’s pulled out the damn thesaurus, dictionary all that on yo ass

probably not a heavy argument or discussion I feel like those cases are strictly straight to the point so there’s no added frivolous vocabulary

anyways anyways maybe he’s all tight suited and trying to keep his composure-he’s flustered this is a flustered kento (clutching my pearls and gasping so is he btw) how couldn’t he be flustered a beautiful woman such as yourself is sitting right across from him…talking to him…giving him your undivided attention which he should be reciprocating to you btw

but he just can’t focus, you’re much too gorgeous honestly but he still has some sense of self control what do you take him for? But you catch the glint of unfocus in his eyes

and that’s all it takes just a small suggestion that the reason for his distraction is the cleavage shown from your low neckline all in good fun of course but he’s so taken aback-

“So-how preposterous..I assure you that implication is-”

and he’s off the rails

you erupt with squealish giggles at the obvious effect your teasing had on him ofc he’s become more embarrassed by the fact that you find the situation humorous

—-

Ororor-

he’s frustrated from a day of work gojo really grated his nerves today all it takes is one “hey honey! how was your day?” and he’s all-

“seriously that ingrate, with all of his fatuous comments…”

“the serious absurdity it takes..”

“I have never, in my entire life, witnessed such a display of childish petulance..”

but your soft hands rubbing up and down his shoulders are enough to work him out of his stupor, just a calm “oh, Ken,” in your angelic voice is enough for him

—-

somehow all this ties together

you know your husband by now any and every time he gets riled up, first dates, work drama, and even banter like rn, alllllll of his vocabulary flows out of him

all you said was that the contestant had some validity to their answer on jeopardy, sure it wasn’t the right answer but it was better than nothing and it was somewhat close

at least in your eyes 🙄

“honey, I’m not sure how you see that as a plausible answer really…I mean it made absolutely no sense…it was a-”

you already knew where this tangent was headed….

“I love that Ken”, your sultry reply had Nanami pausing his speech in both confusion and interest

“love what, sweetheart?”

“Oh you know..” you drag out your words while simultaneously turning to straddle your husband

his hands reaching to rest, respectfully, on your sides and invite you in just a little closer eager to hear what you have to say..

“when you’re all,” you make a roundabout frantic gesture with your hands, “smarty pants”

“smarty pants?”

and you can’t help but laugh at the way it falls off his tongue

“yeah silly, y’never noticed when you’re all serious or flushed about somethin’ you start using all your ‘big man smarty pants’ words?”

he lets out a chuckle at that grin appearing on his face sure he’s a little red-faced at the sudden admittance of his odd habit but your smile overruns that

“no honey, I never realized that…but I see you have..”

there’s a knowing glint in his eyes, it makes your breath hitch

his fingers begin rubbing small circles into your hips those hazel colored eyes gazing at a slightly upward angle at you

“why don’t you tell me what it is you love so much about this..habit of mine…hmm?”

——

good lord this man- anyways the words aren’t rlly that big lmao im too tired to think of high quality vocabulary rn but i wanted to expand this thought i had a lil so here it is

[papaya-twinks]

masquerade - l.n

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x spy!fem!reader

A/N - I watched a spy movie and it inspired me :3 also this is the most basic ahh spy plot ever

Spy AU

only thing he spying on is the pigs in blankets at the party

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“Look who it is,” a voice came from behind you as you resisted the urge to groan, your hands tightening on your glass of champagne.

“Fancy seeing you here, Norris,” you said, adjusting the floor-length, skin-tight black dress on your body, the cut outs on the side of your stomach giving him a great view.

“Well, I’m on a mission, darling,” he said, pinching your glass from you, downing the golden liquid, his gaze never leaving you.

“Well, do that somewhat away from me!”.

“Can’t help it,” he said, placing the glass on a tray, “it’s like you’re following me, Y/N,”.

“I’m following you?” you scoffed, “get your head our your ass. And what are you here for?”.

“Bold to assume I’d tell you,” he said, running a hand through his curls as he surveyed the scene around him.

It was a party in some lavish manor, the one you’d been sent on by your boss to retrieve a diamond tiara of the sorts. “Well if it’s the office safe, the password’s 248293,” you said, flicking a speck from your nails.

“You just..told me? Like that?” he clicked his fingers as you shrugged.

“Don’t see why we should hide it if we’re in the same bloody mission,” you pointed out.

“For rival agencies,” he said as you scoffed.

“You’re no fun,” you almost pouted, moving round the outside of the room, and towards the hallway.

“Careful sweetheart,” Lando said, pulling a hand over your mouth and your back against his chest to stop you running into security guards.

“Get your paws off of me,” you huffed, wiping your dress where’d be touched you. “Very grateful,” he said sarcastically, ducking out of view from a camera.

“Don’t need to be saved by you,” you said indignantly.

“Out my way,” you said, sliding your bobby pin into the lock of the door. Youd thought it would’ve harder to break in but hey, it meant less work for you.

“What did you say the code was?” he mumbled as he knelt in front of the safe, pulling on some plastic gloves.

“Use your brain. How are you a spy if you can’t even remember a couple numbers?” you said, back to him.

“Oh shut up,” Lando said, wracking his brain, “248293,” he mumbled to himself.

The sound of the dial twisting on the safe was the only sound as Lando finally twisted the last three…Incorrect Code.

“You’re so gullible,” you giggled as he turned around, his eyes landing on the diamond tiara hanging off your index finger. “Oh you little…” he said, but he couldn’t stop the chuckle on his lips.

“Did you really think I’d just tell you the code?”

“Guess I expected too much from you,” Lando snickered, his eyes never leaving the tiara.

“Well, I have places to be,” you said as a rope dropped through the open glass panel in the ceiling, “bye sweetheart,”.

“Oh, and,” you said, taking your heel off as you were pulled through the ceiling, “enjoy,” you said, hitting the alarm with your heel as Lando smiled.

“Til next time, Y/L/N,” he called, gripping the gun in his belt as he watched you. Bitch.

[bktempted]

Attention whore. Your outfit - a crop top cut a little too low, a short skirt cut a little too high. Still, you played the part of the sweet, innocent girl perfectly. Batting your lashes and smiling shyly whenever a man's gaze lingered on your exposed body a little too long.

You loved the power it gave you, the way you could make grown men stumble over themselves with just a look. It was thrilling to imagine them touching you, fucking you, as you pranced around acting all naive.

Little did you know, I was watching you too, seething with jealousy. I saw the way those strangers looked at you, the way their eyes devoured your body. But I stayed silent, biding my time until we were alone together again.

Later that evening, you found yourself pinned against the bedroom wall, your wrists bound above your head. My eyes blazed with anger as I ripped off your skimpy clothes, leaving you bare and vulnerable.

"Do you have any idea how many men wanted to fuck you today?" I growled, grinding my rock-hard cock against your thigh. "How angry I was knowing they were all thinking about bending you over and pounding into this tight little cunt?"

I forced your legs apart, spreading you wide as I loomed over you. "You're nothing but a filthy tease, aren't you? For them anyway, but for me…”

My fingers delved between your slick folds, rubbing your swollen clit cruelly. "So wet already, you love having all those men drooling over you, don't you? They wish they could do this."

I slipped two fingers inside your dripping pussy, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within. "Moan for me, slut. Let me hear how much you enjoy being a cock-hungry whore."

Tears streamed down your face as I finger-fucked you mercilessly, edging you right to the brink before pulling away. "Please, I'm sorry!" you sobbed, bucking your hips desperately against my hand. "I promise I won't do it again!"

I just laughed, spitting on your puffy, needy cunt. "Oh, I bet you will. You crave the attention, the filthy looks from those perverts. You're addicted to being treated like a cheap whore."

I pushed three fingers inside you this time, pounding into your sopping wet hole as my thumb rubbed firm circles on your throbbing clit. "Go ahead, cum for me. Cum like the desperate slut you are."

You screamed as I finally let you find release, your pussy clamping down hard on my fingers as you shook and spasmed with pleasure.

But I wasn't done with you yet. I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my lips and sucking your juices off slowly. "I think I need a better taste."

I hauled you over to the bed, bending you over and spreading your ass wide. My thick cock pressed against your entrance, the swollen head nudging your sensitive folds.

"Beg for it," I commanded, giving your pussy a harsh slap that echoed through the room. "Beg Daddy to split your slutty little cunt open on his fat cock."

You whimpered and pleaded, “Fuck me! Fuck me, please! I promise I’ll be good! Fuck my until I’m good!” babbling in a lust filled haze.

With a vicious thrust, I buried myself balls deep inside you, groaning at how tight and warm you felt. I set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly as you bounced on my cock. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

I reached around to roughly palm your tits, tweaking your nipples between my fingers. "Who do you belong to, slut? Who's the only one allowed to use your dirty holes?"

"You Daddy, only you!" you cried out, your pussy clenching around my shaft.

Knowing you were mine, I fucked you with renewed vigor, determined to ruin you for anyone else. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, until finally I felt your cunt clamp down around me.

I bottomed out in you one last time, emptying my cum deep inside your spasming hole. I collapsed on top of you, both of us panting hard.

But even then, I knew it was only a matter of time before you slipped back into that tiny skirt and paraded yourself around town again. After all, being punished by Daddy was what this was all for.

[littlelamy]

hii i've not asked on here before buttt

hello! i love your writing! :)

this is rlly oddly specific but what abt bf rafe with reader who's just been rejected from her dream school/uni? how do you think he's react? deffo a hypothetical scenario idk what u mean

author's note: hiii angel!! omg first of all, thank you so much 🥹🩷 you’re too sweet!! and don’t worry, oddly specific is my love language fr 🤭💌

credits to @mochilly for the the divider <3

the email had come that morning, bright and early, before you’d even fully woken up. you’d rolled over in bed, squinting against the screen’s light, heart thrumming with nervous anticipation.

but by the time rafe woke up and came downstairs, his sweatshirt hanging lazily off his shoulders, he found you curled up on the couch, your face buried in your knees.

“hey, babe?” his voice was cautious, the kind of careful he only used when he could sense something was really wrong. “what’s going on?”

you didn’t answer at first, clutching the phone in your hand so tightly he thought it might snap.

when he crouched in front of you, his hands found your wrists gently, tugging your arms away from your legs just enough to peek at your face. red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked cheek made his stomach twist.

“talk to me,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over the back of your hand.

“i didn’t get in.” the words spilled out like a dam breaking, followed by a shuddering breath. “i didn’t get in, rafe.”

for a second, he didn’t say anything. he just sat there, processing, watching the way your shoulders shook.

“okay,” he finally said, sliding onto the couch beside you and pulling you against his chest. “okay, we’ll figure it out.”

“you don’t get it.” your voice was muffled against his hoodie, frustration laced through every syllable. “this was it. my dream. everything i worked for, and they just… decided i’m not good enough.”

rafe’s grip on you tightened, his jaw flexing. “don’t say that. you’re more than good enough. you’re the smartest, hardest-working person i know, and if they can’t see that, then screw them. seriously.”

you laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “easy for you to say.”

“no, it’s not,” he shot back, sitting up enough to make you look at him. his blue eyes burned with intensity, his expression dead serious. “because i see you busting your ass every day. i see how much you care, how much you want this. and yeah, this sucks, but you’re not going to let one stupid letter define you.”

his words softened, his hands cradling your face now. “i know you. you’ll find another way, another school, another path. you’re unstoppable like that.”

your lips quivered, and before you knew it, you were crying again—only this time, it wasn’t as hopeless. he kissed your forehead, lingering just long enough to make you feel safe.

“i love you,” he whispered against your skin. “and i’ve got your back, always. no matter what happens.”

and for the first time all day, you believed that you were going to be okay.

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