#and felt so insane about his work that I needed to make something

[lostazuree]

heyy lostazuree!! i saw your requests are open so i’m here with a lil bllk idea 😌 you can pick whoever you want, but if you could add chigiri and kunigami i’d love u forever 🥺💗

so like—reader’s a virgin, totally inexperienced but curious about making love, and they want the bllk boys to be their first. they trust them and just really wanna experience it with them, and the boys are 100% down to show them exactly how it’s done 😮‍💨😌🔥

also your fics?? INSANE. like actually unreal. i don’t know how you do it but they’re always so hot and addictive 🔥 pls make sure you're taking care of yourself too though!! rest, hydrate, all that—your comfort matters too 💕 thank u for feeding us always!!!😘💋

𖦹₊˚✗౨ৎ— First Time.ᐟ

ᯓ♡-Friends to something more?

✦ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴏʏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬����𝐬: Losing your virginity to your best friend! Soft, fluff-ish smut, NSFW, Implied confession at the end!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Michael Kaiser, Kunigami Rensuke, Chigiri Hyoma, Itoshi Rin, Isagi Yoichi.

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ .ᐟ

You were sprawled out on his bed, lazily twirling your fingers around your hair, consumed in your thoughts: Damn, Micha's neighbors are loud as hell, I can hear them across the walls. You thought, while he stood infront of his mirror, drying his hair with a towel, another wrapped around his waist, having returned from a shower. You wondered if he was thinking the same too, till a voice disrupted your thoughts. "Yeah! Pound into her harder, We're cheering." and you froze. Did this man just..?!

And after that, the noises stopped, due to embarrassment or semblance of dignity. "So fucking loud." He said with a casual smirk while you looked at him wide eyed, "Micha, what the actual fuck?" you asked, flustered, he shrugged. "What? You wanted to hear them moan more?" No, surely not, you were...imagining, imagining how it must've felt like. "I bet it was good if she was this loud.." you blurted without a thought and he raised an eyebrow, "Sure. Sounded like rabid animals.", you huffed out at his incredulous attitude, "You say like you can do better.", he cut you short, "I can, could show you if you want.", He said, of course he was joking, but you definitely hoped he wasn't, you wanted that. "I've never done it before.." He looks at you, still holding the towel, "Can see that, and I was just kidding, but if you don't mind-", "I don't." His eyes widened as he registered, and of course, he needed further explanation. But look where that got you? Caged beneath his arms as he leaves hickies down your neck, lips traveling further down, your gasps while he works his tongue truly make him rethink how lucky he is, while he's pounding into you, letting you feel him, not too rough, but throbbing with restraint. He's sure now his neighbors would be the one to be bothered, he doesn't mind. He lets you know exactly how you should be fucked, no, made love to. Gripping your thighs while his dick plunges in and out, your sputtered gasps and moans punctuating his movements fueling him. By the time he's done, he can't help but look at you, his heart fluttering more at the sight than the actions, his arm wrapping around you lazily, zoned out. "What'cha thinkin'?", "You." He whispered, diving in for a kiss far sweeter and lasting. "Us." and he realises how much he wants to be the only one who sees you like this. "Mhm, us."

ᴋᴜɴɪɢᴀᴍɪ ʀᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ (Pre-W/C) .ᐟ

You two were lounging in your living room, he had come over like the usual. He was shitting on one of his friends, whom he caught fucking a girl in the restroom. "Can you believe that? That bozo thought no one would find out." You listened in, wondering how it all really feels like..sex, you mean. "I've never done it before." You blurted while zoning out in your not so divine thoughts. He raised an eyebrow as he looks at you while you continued, "And I wanna know how it feels like." you said like it's the most natural thing ever. He looks at you, blink, blink, blink, before a flush creeps up his neck. "Good for you, i guess." He coughed out. Boldly, very boldly you snapped your head towards him, "Rensuke, Can we do that?" And he froze, genuinely. Kunigami.exe has stopped working. He asked you why you wanted to do it with him, and very innocently you explained that you trusted him the most, and you want him to be your first, because..reasons. Soon enough, you were under him on your couch, he hovered over you with slight hesitation, "Are you sure, (Y/N)?" He asked you in a hushed tone, hoping you wouldn't turn away now, and of course, you didn't. He lifted your shirt up, tossing it away before he did the same to his, sliding his hands down your body, adoringly, wanting to make this session the best. He whispers praises in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, and that he'd definitely wanted this. His mouth finds it's way on your neck, trailing kisses down from your collarbone to chest, hands spreading your legs apart, "Tell me to stop when it gets too much." And gets lost just as much as you do, spreading you apart as he pushes his inches in, slowly, and you see stars just by the size, gripping onto his shoulders. After like hours of getting dicked down by him, "Rensuke...thanks..", his arm tightens around your waist as he pulls you over his chest, "I think I..", "Yes. Me too, Ren." That got him redder than the sex.

(Note: I think post w/c Kunigami would be the same, just less talking, less blushing and more faint smiles.)

ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ .ᐟ

You're at his place, sat on a stool as he's deciding his flamboyant hairstyle, while you two are bitching about your friends getting railed at clubs like another friday, "Seriously, can't imagine being such a hoe." He flipped his hair lazily, since he knew you were eyeing it. "Can't imagine...I've never done it before." and he shoots you a not-so-amused gaze from the mirror with a sassy, "Don't you think I can tell?" Borderline offensive but he's just being upfront. "Wow, Princess. Who hurt you?" You retorted and he just smirked, rolling his eyes. God, he looks so great, hair scattered-no. You cut your thoughts off. "I kinda wanna try it though.", you admitted, looking at the mirror at his reflection and he just hummed, "Well, you could always go-..", you cut him off sharply, sheepishly, "With you, Chigiri." His hairtie snapped as he did an animated turn towards you. Then again, after a little admission from your side, he agreed, because that is something he wanted, but thought the better. Things escalate fast with Chigiri, if you didn't know. He is soo deliberate with his actions, even whispering in your ear, describing what he's doing to your body, absolute 4K experience. He lets you grip his hair as he lowers himself into you, liking the way your hands felt on his head. He kisses you over and over, deep, purposeful, like he's trying to engrave himself to your brain, he lets you breathe between the thrusts, not wanting to overstep on the first time, hands gripping your waist and breast, his eyes falling onto your disheveled state, and he realises, he likes this, not just this, but everything, he doesn't see himself anywhere else at the moment. His movements are so worshiping, yet absolutely ruining your weeping cunt while he lowers in, his own body shaking as your nails dig into him. After he's done, "Hey, you good, hun?" and he realises what he said a little too late, his mouth now shut, yet when you giggle at that, his lips twitch into a soft smile, and the next kiss you get, speaks a lot more than what he could phrase Maybe he does want you to be the one who gets to hold him like this, more often, always.

ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ .ᐟ

You're both on his couch, tucked under a blanket, popcorn in hands as you two watch a horror movie only he's interested in, as you're in your own little wonderland when some lewd scene plays out. "Ew, tch. Don't know why every movie now has to be pornographic." He comments with a deadpan, eyes flicking over to you and he notices. He notices you've been staring at the scene for far too long. "Stop gawking at it like a virgin.", And your head snaps towards him, "Well, because I am one. I've never done it before. Let a girl dream, experience." And guess what? His dense ass after a little admission starts..verbally explaining sex. "No, Rin, like-..like the real thing. Let's do that." And he's blushing furiously, he genuinely doesn't understand why you'd wanna do it with him, not that he minds. He'll show you exactly what it means to have a good time. His bed is neat as he lays you down, sliding both your and his clothes off, his hands raking over your skin like he's memorizing every inch, like he may not get another chance. He whispers you assurances that are so sweet, so unlike him, he just wants to make you feel good, good with him, and only him. He's giving you full verbal explanations like he's teaching how to sin, spreading your legs, pressed against your entrance as he holds you. "Now, I'm gonna-" he cuts himself off with a thrust, your gasp syncing with his grunts as he brushes your hair away. He likes this a lot more than he'd say. As he's trenching deeper, he tells you how pretty you look, and actually tells you how giddy this is making him feel. Now he's the one acting like a virgin. When he's done after hours, you are marked red thoroughly, back aching, but he volunteers for a massage as you two talk it out, and for once, he doesn't care about his ruined sheets. "You were...amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you, to be with you." The words tasted bitter in his mouth as soon as the last sentence left his lips, you could feel his grimace. "I guess you're really lucky then.", you finally said something you've been meaning to, your chest a little lighter. His eyes widen, before just a faint, imperceptible smile crosses his lips, "You're right, maybe I am, extremely lucky. And I'd like to keep it that way."

ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ .ᐟ

You're at your place with Isagi, of course he's shooting a football while you two trash talk about some of his teammates. "Yeah, like, he is so bitchless, I swear. No way he ever got laid before." and his comment, which was supposed to make you giggle, reminds you that you, never got laid as well. So you very boldly admit it infront of him, "Well, I never got to do it too.", and his feet halted, stopping the ball as he looks at you, slightly flustered and sheepish as he clears his throat, "That's not a bad thing-" and of course, you cut him off. "I wanna change that." And during this whole conversation, he's praying for the ground to swallow him. "That's-..that's great! I hope you you-" "With you? Maybe? If you're-", and he blurts out immediately before realising, "What? Of course." And you both stare at eachother for a while in disbelief of your own words. He asks you over and over if you're sure while he carries you to the bed, "Push me away when it gets too much.", He says, and he's hoping you'd let him show you just how well he can do you. He hovers over you, lips crashing against yours as his hands knead your mounds as he's whispering some absolutely, insanely filthy shit in your ear, his thrusts are slow, yet slightly bruising, his mind hazy from the way your nails rake his shoulders, tug at his hair, and soon enough, it hits him on how much he really wanted this, how much he thought about this before, how he wished you'd let him hit—but now, he wants something more than that, something real and not fleeting. He wants to be the only one who holds you like this. He's thriving on your sounds, they're so unfiltered, so unpracticed, he's enjoying this more than he'd admit. When he's done, you two are a mess of tangled limbs, and he still insists on kissing you. But the way he holds you is so unhurried, so soft, like he's silently praying you get the message. "I don't understand." Liar. You do. "You're so mean." he whines with a blush and a small smile. "I love you too."

OMG SWEETHEARTTT 😭 😭 I LOVE YOU SM. You don't know how much this means to me. You are sooo sweet, I feel giddy when I read such compliments. Thank you sooo much for your words, genuinely so heart touching. It makes me feel sm better about my works, ILYSM anon, take care of yourself too. 💋 💋 I wrote more of a fluffy smut since I'm suffering from a writers block. 😭

Thanks for reading!

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[danvazini]

don't worry 'bout no air, baby drown — daniela avanzini x meret manon

in where stepsisters manon and daniela get a little experimental during movie night — (wc) 3.6k

cunnilungus, markings, fingering, stepcest, oral (dani n manon receiving), manon literally hates daniela & vice versa, gp!manon, age gap mention, bratty!daniela, dom!manon, sub!daniela, dacryphilia, hate sex, etc? — now playing drown by véyah

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her mother married her father, honestly they both fucking hated the idea of a step sibling. manon would always get an attitude from daniela, the lating's mother would always say it's okay because daniela was “younger" which manon quickly grew tired of.

at some point, manon started ignoring daniela and once she did, it was like daniela just stopped. they would only get along for the sake of their parents so they could believe they actually liked one another.

the plan worked until the night of the usual family movie night came, and their parents suddenly canceled on them instead of saying something sooner.

“girls, we’ll be going out tonight” — those words made manon feel a certain rage she had never felt before. “what do you mean?” she’d quickly ask, trying to understand.

“we’ll be going out on a date, so i need you both to stay home and watch the house tonight. you guys can come up with your own movie night, right?” daniela’s mother said, her eyes darting between both the swiss and latina women.

manon let out a heavy sigh, but daniela replied “sure, we can. i just thought you guys would spend some time with us tonight” she meant no malice with the comment, but this was something the girls were growing used to and then mysteriously they can’t join on for tonight.

manon’s father opened his mouth, but daniela’s mother answered quicker — “uhm, well… since you two have been getting along we thought that we could just trust you two together for one night” she said, looking at him and back to them.

manon’s jaw clenched, and looked at daniela with pure hatred before looking back at their parents, “sure, we can… coexist for a while. how long will you guys be gone?” the ghanaian woman asked, looking at her father.

“uhm, about that dear…. we’ll be returning tomorrow afternoon” her father answered, making manon roll her eyes. “what the fuck…” she whispered under her breath and daniela looked at them like they were insane.

“why so long? with her of all people.” daniela said, her tone was so rude and had malice leaking through it. — “as if i wanna be stuck with your ass” manon scoffed, and their parents looked at each other.

“girls, we need you to get slong for one night, do the movie night still, have friends over, we don’t care just… please, get along” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter then back to manon.

“you can do that for me, yeah babe?” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter, and dani sighed, nodding “yeah, we can” and manon just looked at her dad.

“honey, just for tonight” he said softly, walking over to her and daniela looked at her and scoffed “it’s not that bad, stop acting like such a bitch”

and manon looked at daniela before sighing, a smile on her face before saying “actually, you guys should take a week away. enjoy your relationship, i’ll take good care of daniela.”

manon had something in mind, and her father just smiled at her, backing away and saying his goodbyes. daniela felt like her heart stopped hearing that, “wai-“

“okay bye girls, we’ll see you tomorrow” daniela’s mom said as she closed the front door, locking manon and daniela in the same house for the next few hours.

“i fucking hate you, you know that?” daniela broke the silence after a while of just sitting there, “likewise..” manon said, which caused daniela to get up and walk upstairs.

daniela went up to her bedroom, turning on her tv to tune out whatever bullshit manon would be on, but the ghanaian woman came up the stairs and was at her threshold.

“what do you want?” the cuban woman asked, her attitude snappy with her. manon scoffed, “against my own better judgment, they wanted us to watch a movie together, so let’s get that over with then you can be in here.”

daniela rolled her eyes, “fine” and manon turned around, “and they’re watching us so the exact same way we act with them here, we have to act now”

“i know, i know” daniela had a dismissive attitude which made manon want to just lunge at her right then and there and rearrange everything on her perfect face…. wait.

manon stopped in her tracks. did she just…. no… no.. no. — “whats wrong with you?” daniela asked, it’s not like she gave a fuck but she did not want this to be a prolonged situation. one and done, that’s all that needed to happen.

the swiss woman just clenched her jaw, forcing a smile.. “nothing… nothing.” she continued walking to the living room and picked up the remote.

once daniela got inside the living room she just looked at manon, “so? what fuckass movie do you want to watch?” she asked, sitting on the couch, her attitude still evident.

manon sighed and cursed to herself, knowing this was going to be a long night. she pinched the bridge of her nose and sat down beside daniela, “you choose” and she tossed the remote on her lap.

the venezuelan woman just rolled her eyes, and picked a random horror film. manon’s eye twitched at this but she just shook it off, and got on her phone.

daniela ripped manon’s phone from her hands once she noticed, “no phones” she said sarcastically but teasingly, and put it in her own pocket.

manon sighed again, and waited a few minutes before pouncing on daniela and trying to rip her phone from the latina’s pocket.

“give me my fucking phone dani, stop playing around!” manon said, she was frustrated but daniela kept laughing at this. she fucking enjoyed this. — that was until manon pinned her against the couch.

she wasn’t applying every ounce of pressure possible, but she was applying enough that prevented daniela from moving freely. the latina’s smile dropped slightly, manon was staring at her, breathing labored as her eyes burned with anger.

the room fell dead silent, everything seemed muffled. the tv wasn’t as loud as it felt it was just a few minutes ago, the only thing the pair could hear were their own heartbeats.

it took them a while to even notice their own position, manon basically was straddling daniela. the ghanaian woman got off of her and just sat beside her. the latina slightly sat up, her expression was still just as surprised as it was confused.

manon doing that was so subtle but she… she liked it? the latina woman couldn’t think straight and focus on the movie, she continued to think about manon pinning her down like that.

daniela was sitting there thinking for a while, noticing manon was on her phone again, and she snatched it again, this time running away to her own bedroom with it.

manon ran after her, and tackled dani to her bed. pinning her down once again, sitting all of her weight on daniela’s waist. she grabbed her wrists with one hand and retrieved her phone.

daniela squirmed under her, but once manon put her phone in pocket she walked off and daniela whispered “fucking bitch..” knowing how much it’ll piss manon off.

the older woman turned around and walked towards her again, “what did you just call me?” — “what did you hear?” daniela retorted and manon nodded, “okay, i heard you call me a fucking bitch” her tone was more sharp and dani nodded.

“that’s what i said” and manon clenched her jaw before turning back around, “you aren’t even fucking worth it” she went back to the living room, and sat down. — well more so laid on the couch.

daniela followed manon out, but when she went inside the living room and saw manon laying on the couch, she sat on her lap. — the ghanaian woman could only sigh, but she ignored her.

daniela turned her position to face manon, now straddling the older woman. she noticed manon wasn’t paying her any attention, but she didn’t care, her fingers just traced lines on manon’s clothed chest.

the action pulled manon’s attention to her, “what are you doing?”, she asked, her tone was just as agitated. it fired something up inside daniela, and she could feel the tensing of manon’s body.

daniela just giggled, inching her face towards manon, “well.. i just want to bother you” she said, trying to play off the fact that she craved manon’s aggressive touch.

she started whining her hips on the older woman, knowing that she hated when she’d touch her. manon’s jaw clenched as she grabbed daniela’s waist, “stop it.” she said, her voice was so rough and aggressive. — slightly, husky even?

daniela’s eyes stayed on manon’s, her body slightly shaking when manon held her. the older woman’s gaze was filled with pure hatred, and anger.

daniela continued tracing patterns with her fingertips on manon’s chest, looking into her eyes and feeling smaller under her.

manon’s hold tightened but daniela could feel something under her slightly growing harder. manon couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, feeling cock growing harder the longer daniela sat on her.

“fuck, get…” manon said breathlessly, “get off..” she tried clearing her throat to hold her composure but failing, making the cuban woman giggle, “why? what’s wrong? don’t you like me?” she tried playing in with her …. fucking with her.

manon sighed deeply, and looked in the corner of the living room before looking at her. “they’re watching” she darted her eyes up to the camera which pulled daniela’s attention there, making the latina groan.

she got up and unplugged the camera. its not like their parents cared honestly, they only ever had it on for nights the house was empty. so manon and daniela would use it to their advantage — though, tonight was different.

daniela went back to straddling manon, her clothed cunt sitting directly on manon’s erection. the ghanaian woman sighed, trying to keep her composure while daniela kept fucking with her.

“you have a lot of patience now” daniela sighed. she was growing mad because she’s not getting the same energy from manon. — it was making her frustrated, sexually frustrated.

manon just shrugged, continuing to watch the movie, her hands resting against her chest. daniela sighed and got off manon, but she noticed her erection and gasped.

“did that turn you on?” she teased her, which made manon cover herself with a pillow, “shut the fuck up” but daniela didn’t stop. — “no, you liked it” she taunted, and continued until manon pinned her against the couch again.

daniela loved seeing the burning anger and desire mixing in her eyes, manon was irritated, breathing labored and her hold on daniela was rough, the cuban woman could feel her fingertips slightly digging into her skin, making her squirm.

manon looked at for a moment, almost contemplating something but all she said was “fuck it” — she inched her face closer to daniela’s neck, breathing in her scent before gently nipping at her skin.

daniela’s body squirmed under her, but manon continued on. her hold became firmer as she licked daniela’s neck, finding her sweet spots. the latina could only let out soft whimpers, her fingers inched inside manon’s hair and she gently grabbed at it, almost angling manon to where she should be.

the younger woman’s body arched against the older’s when she bit her, manon began kissing down daniela’s chest, her teeth grazing against dani’s soft skin.

the ghanaian woman then pulled her into a deep kiss, her hands, which were rested on daniela’s waist, began moving along her body — daniela felt like she was losing her mind, each and every touch from manon made her body feel like jello.

she helplessly moaned into the kiss, manon’s hands rested on her hips to prevent the younger from bucking them. manon broke off from the kiss to see the flushed mess beneath her, daniela was panting, her cheeks had a slight red tint, she couldn’t keep her hips still, she whined at the loss of contact, her hazel eyes looking into manon’s, pleading almost.

manon’s hands gripped her waist a little tighter, giggling at the way she looked. — “for you to be someone who loves annoying others, you sure are easy.” she’d mock her, and make daniela squirm.

“sh-shut the fuck up!” daniela tried to hold a cold front but knowing she wasn’t convincing manon at all, and the older woman just chuckled. she got off of daniela, slowly tearing away at the sweatpants the venezuelan wore.

daniela fell limp under manon’s touch, she looked in her eyes, seeing pure desire and lust in her eyes. her body twitched as she held eye contact with manon as she gently kissed up her legs, softly licking her skin with each kiss.

the latina felt so submissive under her touch, like each and every feel of manon’s lips coming in contact with her skin made her feel like something was sending electric volts through her body.

her fingers found their way in the back of manon’s head, gripping her neck as she kissed further up her thighs, and her back began to arch. “f.. fuck” she whimpered out.

manon held her thighs open while she continued to kiss, inching closer to daniela’s underwear. she helplessly bucked her hips against nothing, whimpering for more.

“please… stop teasing me..” and manon just laughed at her, sending shivers down her spine. she felt so embarrassed begging manon to touch her — it was almost degrading in a way.

manon’s fingers teased her, the ghanaian woman’s thumb tracing against her underwear. — “pl… please”, daniela breathlessly got out.

manon slowly pulled her underwear down, watching the slick that connected from her pussy to the thin fabric, giggling to herself.

once she pulled them off, she kissed up daniela’s body, starting at her waist, going up her abdomen and stopping at her chest, “remove these”, manon said, tapping the tshirt and bra.

while daniela quickly removed her shirt, manon gently pushed two of her fingers inside of daniela. making the latina’s back arch even further against her body, manon kissed on her neck while she curled her fingers.

as she picked up the pace, she could feel her dick twitching in her pants, begging to be touched.. almost making it impossible for manon to focus. daniela’s hands held on manon’s shoulders, and she tightened her grip.

manon’s other hand was on daniela’s waist, gripping her tightly, slowly moving her hips into her ministrations. manon sped up, and kissed down daniela’s body, going to her clit where she gently began eating her out.

“p-please… i’m so… so close” daniela panted out, her hands going to manon’s neck as she started grinding against her face. the ghanaian woman lifted her head, leaving daniela bucking into the air.

“n-no please” daniela begged, tears welling in her eyes as she grew needier. manon just chuckled and backed up from daniela, undoing her own pants.

she slid off the jeans she wore, her erection obvious through her boxers. “come here” manon said gently to dani, the latina woman crawled to the edge of the bed, looking up at manon, sitting on her knees.

manon held her chin, a sadistic smile on her face as she looked at daniela. “help me with this” she gestured to her boxers and daniela pulled them down, looking up at manon.

manon’s cock sprung from her boxers, her tip hitting the cuban woman’s lips. daniela pulled the boxers down to manon’s thighs, wrapping her hand around manon’s cock.

“so… so big” she murmured to herself and she continued stroking manon, making the older woman groan. “come on, you can do more than that” the ghanaian woman said, her eyes dark with lust.

daniela put the tip in her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling around it while manon dripped precum into her mouth, “stop.. teasing” manon said, holding back a moan.

daniela takes more of manon’s cock into her mouth, struggling a bit but determined to please her. drool starts to drip down her chin as she tries to fit more.

“come on, you can fit more.” manon said, making a messy ponytail with her hands in daniela’s hair. the latina gags slightly but continues to push herself, her lips stretching around the girth. she manages to take about half before pulling back to breathe.

“mmh... it's so big…” she pants, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the ghanaian woman’s tip, making her giggle. “looks so pretty like this..” manon said, pulling daniela’s hair to make her look up at her.

daniela’s hand was subconsciously stroking manon while they held eye contact, “you can take more than half, can’t you?” she asked and daniela nodded, her determination obvious.

her cheeks flushed red with effort and arousal. she opens her mouth wider and takes another inch, her throat convulsing as she tries to suppress her gag reflex.

“fuck…” manon groaned, pushing herself deeper down faniela’s throat. daniela’s body jerked slightly, indicating that she was gagging. tears ran down her cheeks but she was determined to make manon feel good.

manon held daniela’s head against her crotch, slightly bucking her hips with each moan. daniela swallowed around her cock, breathing through her nose as manon retracted her hips to slam back inside.

the latina gagged again, and manon pulled out, her cock leaking with daniela’s saliva and drool, she looked at daniela’s puffy red lips, her eyes slightly red due to her crying.

manon only fakely cooed to the younger woman before throwing her on her back and getting on top of her, in an instant daniela’s legs wrapped around manon.

manon tapped her cock against daniela’s clit, making her twitch. “n-no please stop teasing” but manon only let out a cruel laugh at her begs, and started grinding her cock against daniela’s clit.

the latina’s nail began digging into manon’s back, her hips bucking up meeting manon’s pace — which was brutally…. brutally slow.

“p-please….” daniela sobbed out, her voice hoarse from just a few moments ago. “please what?” manon asked, speeding up a little bit, having a normal rhythm.

“need you… in me..” she begged, all of it came out as small whimpers and sobs. manon loved the effect she was having on daniela, she teased her tip inside the latina, watching her reaction.

daniela arched her back more, a sob left her throat, “please stop teasing.. i can’t take it” she said breathlessly.

manon pushed herself inside of daniela slowly, leaving her hips still while the latina desperately tried gaining friction, bucking her hips against her.

manon held her down, halting daniela’s movements, “please…” daniela sobbed out, and manon began slowly, thrusting inside of her.

daniela’s wrapped her legs around manon’s waist, pushing the ghanaian woman deeper. manon’s paced stayed insanely slowly, making daniela beg her for more.

manon sped up and daniela’s nails began digging into her back, manon’s hips touching daniela’s with each thrust, going deeper, hitting her cervix.

daniela tried her best to hold back any moans that threatened to slip but she ended up moaning manon’s name pretty loud, so loud it echoed off the bedroom walls.

manon chuckled to herself as she went fast, her hips slamming against the latina. manon leaned down, biting at her neck, small moans escaping her own mouth as dani started tightening around her.

the cuban woman started bucking into the swiss woman’s movements, her moans growing louder as she grew closer, “please i’m so close.. let me cum” — she helplessly begged but manon pulled out, flipping daniela onto her stomach.

daniela whined at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing as her face hit the mattress, she could feel manon’s cock slipping back inside of her while the ghanaian woman’s hands slid up her back, wrapping around the back of her neck as she pushed her head further into the mattress, fucking daniela aggressively.

daniela’s orgasm built up again, her begs muffled due to the mattress, but manon could feel her walls convulsing around her. she could feel daniela’s body beginning to spasm as she came, her hand coming off her neck, pulling daniela by her hair as her cock went in deeper.

the venezuelan woman’s moans were louder as manon fucked her through her orgasm, then manon spanked her, leaving a red hand print of daniela’s ass as she went faster.

manon’s hand wrapped around daniela’s throat and let her hair go as she went harder. daniela gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white the harder she held it.

manon went even faster, wrapping her hands around daniela’s mouth as the latina arched, going faster and deeper. this pushed daniela into another orgasm, but it was all muffled while she struggled to catch her breath as manon held her mouth tighter.

the sound of their skin slapping and the bed creaking could be heard throughout the whole house, the latina’s pussy was dipping in her arousal and cum, making a squelching noise each time manon thrusted inside of her.

the ghanaian woman’s hips began to stutter as she grew closer, her hands going to daniela’s waist as she continued to piston into the woman.

daniela’s moans were breathless, her face laying against the bed, her mascara running down her cheeks and lipstick smeared with tear stains on her face, looking completely fucked out while manon came inside of her.

she could feel each rope shooting deep inside her womb, manon stayed inside her for a while, slowly thrusting her hips before she pulled out, turning daniela over to look at her with a smug look on her face.

“you got what you wanted” manon said and got off the bed to get the things to clean daniela up while her load dripped from the latina’s pussy.

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[writingdevil]

[rushes into the ask box and trips on the way] Hi and hello Devil!!! I got very excited when I saw you opened requests again! I hope you're doing well when you get to my request <3

Could I request something for my favorite lad Skeptic? Specifically, I'd love to read something about Skeptic getting really stuck in his own head, like in an investigation or something similar, before seeing that what he's doing is hurting him or others. Whether it ends well (he realizes it *before* he can do irreparable damage) or not (he only realizes it when it's way too late) is up to you!

...and because I'm EG, bonus points if it includes Skeptunist, but that's not at all necessary <3

Anyways, thank you for taking my request and thank you for doing what you do <3

(HI EG!! [Picks you up off the ground and makes sure you're alright] Last time we did this, I made you lose your mind. Let's see if I can do it again- and of course I'll make it Skeptunist, what do you take me for?/silly. Anyway, enjoy!)

"I'll figure you out. I have to."

Skeptic sighed as he crushed up another paper ball of dead ends, tossing it over his shoulder, only making the pile on the floor behind him even bigger, but he was too engrossed in his work to care right now.

He tapped his pencil against his desk in irritation, dragging a hand roughly through his unkempt feathers, staring down at all his miscellaneous notes, that would make anyone else think he was insane if they read them. But Skeptic was perfectly sane right now, just frustrated.

He heard his bedroom door open, and he didn't need to look up from his work to know who was there.

"Hello, love."

"Hello, handsome!" Oppy brightly replied, and soon enough, Skeptic felt arms wrapping around his neck from behind, and he allowed himself a moment to sigh and relax in his lover's arms, leaning his head back.

"How goes the research, detective?" Oppy asked, and Skeptic groaned, closing his tired eyes as he said, "It's going. That's all I can say."

"You've been stuck in here for at least two hours," Oppy pointed out, then pressed a kiss to the corner of Skeptic's mouth, making a pleasant shiver go up his spine. "You should take a break, stretch your legs and get some fresh air. Let's go for a walk, just you and me."

It sounded lovely, and usually Skeptic wouldn't hesitate to say yes to his caring partner- but this investigation was weighing too heavily in his head to let go of it, for even a moment.

He sighed again, tilting his head to lean against Oppy's head. "I'd love to, sweetie. But I can feel myself getting closer to the answer, so I think I'll stay here for a bit longer."

He heard Oppy sigh, and Skeptic winced at the disappointed hint he heard in it, hating when he let Oppy down like this. But he knew it would be worth it in the long run- this was going to help the whole flock if Skeptic could figure this out.

"Fine, it you say so," Oppy said, and although he sounded unbothered, Skeptic knew that Oppy was an expert in masking his true emotions, so he twisted his head slightly to peck his love's cheek. "Tomorrow, I promise I'll take a break."

He had the pleasure in seeing Oppy perk up slightly at that, and he smiled in that beautiful way that Skeptic loved to see, like the sun shining down on him. Skeptic would do anything to protect that smile.

"I'll accept that, then." Oppy loosened his hold on Skeptic's neck, straightening up and resting his hands on Skeptic's shoulders, and started to slowly massage them, making Skeptic bite down on a groan at how nice it felt.

"I will say, that I don't think studying this deeply into the world we landed in is that serious."

"It is very serious," Skeptic said, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm and collected when Oppy was practically working magic on his muscles. "We need to know what's out there, if there's anything dangerous out there."

"We've been settled here for months now, darling," Oppy said, his palms leaving warmth for Skeptic to soak up. "If something wanted to attack us, they would've done it by now- we aren't exactly a quiet flock." Skeptic chuckled, closing his eyes again.

"Besides, the most dangerous thing we've ever faced was the princess and her vessels, so if we can handle them, we can handle anything."

Skeptic hummed in agreement- until he felt his mind lingering on his partner's words. He could feel his thoughts mulling over questions and theories that took him deep into his mind, to the point that he barely acknowledged that Oppy had given him a kiss goodbye and left him alone, much more concerned with one question- what happened to the vessels?

-

The next day, Skeptic decided that not looking at the mess his room had become was probably for the best, for the sake of his dwindling patience and sanity.

There was so many pages and notes covering his desk that he could no longer see the wooden surface of the desk underneath, and he had to move the plates of untouched food that Oppy had brought him, to make more room for his notes.

Skeptid wouldn't say that he had made progress, but he had definitely opened up his mind to more possibilities regarding their situation.

Originally, Skeptic had just been interested in figuring out what type of world they had materialised it, but then he started to wonder about other things, such as what became of the vessels?

Had they been given freedom as well? If so, where were they? Had they appeared in an entirely different place, far away from the flock?

Or what if they hadn't? What if the vessels had remained within the Shifting Mound? But if that were the case, why hadn't the voices remained with the Long Quiet?

That dug Skeptic into a deeper hole, and soon he was wondering what became of the two Gods, as much as their names brought complicated feelings within Skeptic. But he couldn't rule anything out anymore.

All these questions had sent Skeptic into a spiral, one where he woke up much earlier and was forced to untangle himself from Oppy's arms to keep working, because his brain would not let him rest anymore.

He needed to get to the bottom of this, for everyone's sake.

"Babe."

Instinctively, Skeptic's hand flicked out, hiding his notes on the Shifting Mound underneath his other, less troubling papers, once he heard Oppy's disapproving voice behind him.

He sighed, knowing what was about to happen, and he turned around in his chair, finding Oppy with his arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. Skeptic tried to avoid looking in his concerned eyes.

"Listen-"

"Honey, you look exhausted," Oppy said, worry heavy in his voice, pushing himself off the doorframe to come up next to Skeptic. "I know this is important to you, but you're gonna crash out if you don't take care of yourself."

"I'm fine, Oppy," Skeptic insisted, but he knew there was still suspicion in the other's eyes, so he just went back to his notes, hoping Oppy would just drop it now.

But then he felt lips brush against his temple, and hands softly caressing and preening his wings. "Please," Oppy whispered, and Skeptic's grip on his pencil tightened, feeling his resolve breaking. "Please take a break from this- just for a day- for me, darling?"

He wanted to. Skeptic so badly wanted to switch off his brain and focus on his wonderful partner, only having to think about kissing and loving Oppy.

But then fear would suddenly grip him, at the idea that if he took a break, he wasn't making progress, and if he wasn't making progress, he wasn't searching for an answer, which could doom them all.

Which could put Oppy in danger.

Skeptic wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let any harm come to his love. So he had to keep digging.

Skeptic was prepared for the reaction as he turned and looked up at Oppy from his chair, putting a hand atop of Oppy's, and said, "I know you're worried about me, love. But you have to understand, I'm doing this for us."

Oppy's eyes widened slightly at that, and his caressing paused, all his attention on Skeptic's words, and although he missed the feeling of his feathers being played with, he knew the warmth was only a distraction right now.

"I'm trying to figure all this out, to make sure that the flock is safe, that you are safe."

"The only one in harm right now is you, Skeptic," Oppy argued, and although his voice remained level, Skeptic could clearly hear the sharp frustration in his voice. "You're not gonna help anyone by passing out and not eating."

Oppy looked away with a sharp sigh, and if only Skeptic could make him understand that this couldn't wait. What if the one day that Skeptic rested, was the one day that the vessels appeared and attacked? What if the Shifting Mound planned to betray the Long Quiet, and only Skeptic could figure out her plan?

"If you won't listen to me, despite how clearly right I am," Oppy's tired voice broke Skeptic out of his maddening thoughts, and he looked up, and Oppy wasn't looking him in the eye anymore, "then you could at least eat the food I bring you, so that I know you're not withering away in here."

"Fine," was Skeptic's curt response, immediately hovering back down over his notes.

The room was silent for a long time, before he heard footsteps slowly make their way to the door, and then- "You know we got out, right?"

Skeptic squeezed his pencil tighter.

"You know we got out of that loop, and there's no Echo to control us anymore? We have all this freedom to take advantage of, so please don't waste it like this." Then the door shut.

Skeptic only had one reply to that.

What if the Echo never truly left?

He didn't eat his meal that night.

-

He was so close.

He was so close to the truth.

He just needed to question everything again, so that he could see all the potential dangers.

His room was just a victim of his research now, and Skeptic couldn't remember the last time he had gone to bed, but he'll rest easy once he solves this mystery.

He had been forced to leave his room for only a few moments, to grab more papers, and he wasn't completely sure when the last time he saw walls that weren't his bedroom, but when he returned to his room, he was shocked to find Oppy, standing in the middle of this room, reading his notes with a look of frightened disbelief.

Skeptic closed the door, and their eyes met.

"You shouldn't look through my stuff," was the first thing that Skeptic thought to say, and that was all the spark Oppy needed.

"Skeptic," Oppy started, his voice rising in panic, while still making an attempt to remain calm, "why are you taking notes on the Echo? On the Shifting Mound?"

"It's part of my research, Oppy. You know this."

"No, I don't actually!" Oppy exclaimed, clutching the paper tight enough to crumple it, waving it around in front of him. "How is any of this part of what you said you were looking into?"

"I realised that I couldn't rule anything out. I needed to think of everything."

"Skeptic," Oppy said slowly, and for some reason, that was what annoyed Skeptic. Not Oppy snapping at him, but talking to him as if Skeptic was the mad one that needed calming down.

"Sweetheart, I'm telling you, this isn't healthy anymore. You need to-"

"If you say 'take a break' again," Skeptic snapped at him, marching over and ripping the note from Oppy's hand, "then I'm going to break my damn skull so I don't have to hear that anymore!"

Oppy stared at him, stunned, likely having never heard Skeptic snap like that before, to him, of all people as well.

Skeptic panted in anger as he tried to smooth out the crumpled paper, letting the tension in the room sit heavy between them.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, because you know you get stuck in your own head, sweetheart. You need someone to help you bring you back when-"

"I'm not a fledgling, Oppy! You don't need to coddle me!"

"I'm not coddling you!" Oppy protested, wings rising like the anger in the room. Skeptic saw the way Oppy tried to hide his twitching fingers behind his back, a forgotten habit of wanting to arm himself and feel safe, and Skeptic, despite this arguing, wanted Oppy to feel safe.

"Oppy, I know you're worried, but trust me, I know my limits." Skeptic ignored the subtle shake of Oppy's head to gesture towards his desk. "I know I can figure this puzzle out if you just give me some more time."

"That's not the problem, Skeptic!" Oppy protested, a desperate look in his eyes. "The problem is that you've taken this and made it so much harder for yourself! Have you even looked at yourself, lately?" Skeptic squeezed the paper in his hand tighter. "You look like you're on the brink of collapsing, and I'm just trying to prevent that!"

"I don't need you stopping my work!" Skeptic brought the paper to his chest as he argued, his thoughts a mixture of anger, fatigue, and that addictive urge to keep looking, to search and question everything until he uncovered the truth. Only then will Skeptic be satisfied.

"You don't understand what I'm trying to do here, Oppy," Skeptic said, trying to keep his voice calm, but couldn't hide the shaking. "I'm doing this for the good of the flock, for us."

"How is thinking about that awful fucking Echo for the good of the flock?!" Oppy yelled, and a small part of Skeptic broke at hearing the fear in his voice. "How will that do us any good?"

"I'm trying to keep the flock safe!" I'm trying to keep you safe.

"The only one that needs to be kept safe is you, from your horrendous work habits!"

"If I can solve this, we won't have to worry about anything ever again!" You won't have to worry about anything anymore.

"Baby, I just don't think this is the right thing to do-"

"Well how could you?" Skeptic snapped, glaring at Oppy now, who just refused to listen to Skeptic, despite all the hard work he was doing.

"You're useless when it comes to thinking about anything other than yourself!"

Oppy's face fell, and that's when Skeptic realised his mistake.

He froze, dropping the paper that Skeptic had crushed into a ball again, staring and panting in shock at the words that had slipped out of him.

Why did he say that? No, he didn't mean that. Skeptic needed to apologise-

"Oh."

But then it got worse.

Oppy took a clumsy step back, away from Skeptic, as if Skeptic was the danger. Then Oppy chuckled awkwardly, his whole body trembling, and that's when the horror hit Skeptic.

Oppy waved a hand casually through the air as he said, "Okay, I understand." Skeptic could do nothing but stare in distraught horror, as he watched Oppy give him a friendly, fake smile, slowly piecing back together that mask that Skeptic had worked so hard to bring down.

Oppy took another step back. "I'll leave you be, from now on. So sorry to bother you, my friend."

Friend? Friend? No no no, not like this-

Skeptic tried to take a step forward, but the second his body moved, Oppy rushed out of the room, closing the door with a final, fearful look at Skeptic.

Then Skeptic was alone, and all he could think about was how badly he wished he wasn't.

Why did he do that? Why did he say that? Everything he did had been for Oppy, to keep him safe and happy, so then why-

Skeptic was frozen, staring at the door that Oppy had left through, his mind whirling with guilt, regret, anger- asking himself why, why, why!

But Skeptic still stood in that room, and he didn't move...

...and he didn't move....

...and he didn't move.

[reddevilmcnt]

More than usual? Naturally, Slade tilts his head at that. Maybe he thought that he'd been doling out the deserved punishment----------- and, without a doubt, Harper was supposed to take it, and he did. Talking a certain amount of shit was undeniably designed to come with a certain amount of consequences; Slade let this be known through his actions and demeanor. And, with that anger, it all did bring out a side of Slade capable of leaving Harper covered in possessive bruises. More than that, though... he detected the traces of his most rampaging desires whispering madness inside his head. Urging him to keep Harper locked up with a thrown away key, because how perfect would that be? Training Harper to serve his cock, to derive pleasure from only being Slade's to use, and to adore.

He never said a word about it, though, because that was insane.

How something that was meant to be casual morphed into him becoming more demanding, and more insidious, was a type of darkness that Slade perhaps didn't freely acknowledge... but did come out in ways that Harper was growing privy to little by little. Hence Slade trying to cut things off before he became worse. He'd never longed to own someone in every way before. It had always been in his head that Harper was the too young, definitely more fucked up one who needed to deal with himself before even thinking about a man like Slade. It was often easier to blame Harper completely and then run away, rather than deal with the fact that Slade craved the high of being between those pretty legs far more than he craved his own goddamn sanity.

"Hmm..." Was it better for him? A slow unreadable smirk formed as Slade brought up a couple heavy fingers and his thumb to stroke affectionately along Harper's chin. There was something about the way that Harper looked up at him, even when Slade wasn't inside of him, like he was well aware that Slade was some sort of demigod in the flesh or something... that fucked up the older man's sanity, too. (Because what man didn't want to be looked at like that by his lover?) "You know I can't get enough of you," he spoke in the lowest tone, coated in tenderness, all while leaning in and pressing a gentle peck to Harper's mouth. Just one. "...But I did think I was about to break you. You were right, it was more than usual." And he's so pretty when he breaks, which makes it so hard not to keep wanting to do it.

He positioned himself real close upon the request for his assistance, taking Harper by the hand and guiding him to step into the bathtub, bubbles brimming at the top of the water with healthy lavender scents. It was nice, and once Harper was in, Slade smoothly climbed in afterwards----------- only he was definitely built thicker, broader than what the tub was capable of embracing, especially with two people. So, the big man settled back while stretching open his legs more so Harper at least had room, arms dropping against the rim of tub and head rolling back as he closed his eyes and soaked. Slade felt incredible, honestly. All of that anger had been worked out of his system, and his stamina was still practically glowing; the main thing keeping him from pouncing again being that he knew Harper was feeling very much like the opposite. Poor baby. With another deeply satisfied sigh, he finally looks forward again to fish Harper's foot out from underneath the water, holding it up close to his chest so that he could press his thumbs deep into the heel and begin a small, tantalizing foot massage. "...So, do you at least hate me a little less now?"

Being needy wasn't exactly uncommon for Harper, but it was this style of neediness-- the quiet submission and eagerness to be exactly what Slade wanted-- that made it so out of character. Harper was someone who would always put his wants above the needs of anyone else, yet Slade could seemingly tame him with nothing more than his cock. If Harper spent too long thinking about it he might get embarrassed with himself for being so easily put in his place, but it wasn't like this was something that happened often. Maybe it was because Harper had been with so many mediocre men that being with Slade took him to such an extreme place. He knew how rare this was and that there was only one man who could ever truly give him what he wanted.

Babe.

It was nothing. It was something he probably called everyone he fucked. But that didn't stop the way Harper's heart fluttered and he leaned into the other's lips. He would take every mark that Slade gave him if it meant staying like this a bit longer. He tilted his head back and let out a soft laugh. "In a rush... I couldn't tell." He smiled softly to himself. He knew why Slade was in a rush. He was just as desperate for this as Harper was. "I like it when you're in a rush." Truthfully there wasn't a time when Harper didn't like the way Slade fucked him. It was one of the benefits of being fucked by a Greek statue come to life.

Harper didn't have Slade's age or wisdom so maybe that was why he didn't even realize just how much of his heart he had given over to Slade. He would say he didn't care or that this was just a game, but any time there was any actual risk of losing Slade or what they had, Harper would do everything he could to keep Slade his. Often it meant being as manipulative or petty as needed, but Harper had no problem coming off like a petulant little child if it meant Slade wouldn't leave him. He didn't need Slade to love him or respect him or even like him. Did Harper want that? Sure. But what he needed was to know Slade wouldn't abandon him in the way everyone else had.

When told to spread his legs, Harper gave a small whine of annoyance. He obeyed after a moment, his legs spreading apart as Slade began pulling out. While Slade might have enjoyed the show, Harper hated how it felt. The feeling of emptiness was immediate. His hips shifted slightly, his hole fluttering around nothing at all, silently begging for Slade to simply replace the air with his cock. Harper wasn't sure he could handle another round, but that didn't stop him from wanting more. Being utterly destroyed by Slade's cock wasn't the worst thought.

Glancing down at the other's face, Harper felt his cheeks turn red. "Don't look too pleased with yourself." He muttered out the words, though his bashful look made it clear that he did enjoy the way Slade was looking at him like a piece of art. He was happy to be lifted, sliding his arms around the man's neck. Even the simple act of being moved causes Harper's body to ache and throb. He could feel every bruise that the man had given to him.

Once they were in the bathroom, Harper began the water and grabbed a bottle with bubble bath soap. He had one hand on the wall and was leaning forward just a bit as he got it ready. Everything was fine until he tried to take a step, his kneels quickly giving out. But there Slade was all muscle and heroics. Harper felt his cock twitch as that strong arm slid around him and Slade began questioning if he was okay. He was so caught off guard that he didn't answer right away, instead just looking at Slade. But then his thoughts came back to him and he gave his head a small shake. "No. I mean you were really rough, don't get me wrong. It was a lot. More than usual. But, I liked it." He noticed that the man was now fully naked and the way their bodies were pressed together. "Was it... I mean I know you liked it. Obviously. But was it better for you?" There was a silent question being asked: Was I better for you?

Harper knew that Slade was always holding back and some part of the model had the delusion that maybe one day he could handle the full force of the man. Unfortunately to do that would involve taking care of his body instead of doing all he could to remain the right size for what his agency wanted.

"The bath should be ready. You uh- I might need your help to get in without falling."

[ruoyeming]

Ghost City stroll <3

[wereh0gz]

Started replaying sonic frontiers and have been having a blast but also why is the switch version so fucked

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

❛ YOU AND RAFE TAKE HONEY PACKETS BUT HE CAVES FIRST ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

“Okay, but you guys have to hear this,” Mia said, swirling her wine before taking a dramatic sip. “Last weekend, Aiden and I tried those aphrodisiac honeypacks—you know, the ones they’re always hyping up on TikTok? Holy shit, it was insane.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down on the table with a soft clink. “Insane how?” you asked, curiosity piqued. Beside you, Lila, who’d been scrolling her phone absentmindedly, perked up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

Mia grinned, leaning forward like she was about to spill a state secret. “Okay, so you know those little packets you can get at sketchy gas stations or online? They’re like honey mixed with some herbal stuff—supposedly gets your blood pumping or whatever. We each took one, and I swear to God, within twenty minutes, we were clawing at each other like animals. I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like every touch felt electric, and I couldn’t think about anything except jumping him.”

Lila burst out laughing, her voice bright and sharp. “Oh my God, that’s fucking hot. Did you plan it, or just wing it?”

“Totally spontaneous,” Mia said, her cheeks flushing slightly—not from embarrassment, but from the memory. “We barely made it to the bedroom. I’m telling you, it’s like someone turned the dial up to eleven on every nerve in my body.”

You shifted in your seat, the wicker creaking beneath you, a slow heat creeping up your neck as you pictured it. Rafe flashed into your mind—his broad shoulders, the cocky tilt of his smirk, the way his hands felt when they gripped your hips.

You’d been dating him long enough to know he’d be game for something like this, but the thought of him losing control? That was a whole different level of intriguing.

“Wait,” you said, cutting through their giggles. “So it’s not just hype? It actually works?”

“Works?” Mia echoed, incredulous. “Babe, I’m saying it’s dangerous. Aiden was begging me to touch him by the end of the night, and he’s usually the one playing it cool. You should try it with Rafe. Bet he’d lose his mind.”

Lila nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, he totally would. Rafe’s got that whole ‘I’m in charge’ vibe, but I bet you could break him with this. Make it a game or something—see who caves first.”

You chewed your lip, the idea taking root like a seed in fertile soil. The thought of Rafe—your Rafe, all sharp edges and simmering intensity—reduced to a needy mess because of you? It sent a shiver down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cooling evening air. “Okay,” you said slowly, a grin tugging at your lips. “I’m in. Next weekend.”

Mia clapped her hands together, delighted. “Yes! Report back. I need details.”

. . .

“Hey,” you said casually, tilting your head to look up at him. His blue eyes flicked down to meet yours, a faint smirk already playing on his lips like he knew you were up to something.

“What’s up, princess?” he drawled, his voice low and rough, the kind that always made your stomach flip.

You shifted, sitting up a little straighter, your knee brushing against his thigh. “So, Mia was telling me about this thing she tried with Aiden. Those aphrodisiac honeypacks—you heard of ‘em?”

Rafe’s smirk deepened, his brows lifting slightly. “Those horny honey things? Yeah, I’ve seen ‘em around. Why? You wanna get freaky?” He chuckled, but there was a spark in his eyes, a flicker of interest that told you he was already hooked.

“Maybe,” you teased, running your fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his T-shirt. “But I was thinking we make it fun. Like a game. We each take one, no touching allowed, and the first one to cave loses. Winner gets bragging rights—or whatever else they want.”

He tilted his head, studying you with that predatory glint he got when he was intrigued. “You think you can outlast me, huh?” His voice dropped an octave, thick with challenge. “Baby, I’m made of steel. You’re gonna be begging me to touch you in ten minutes flat.”

You laughed, the sound light but edged with defiance. “Oh, please. You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me half the time. I give it five minutes before you’re on your knees.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, his smirk turning into something darker, hungrier. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You’re on, sweetheart. Next weekend. But when I win, you’re gonna owe me big.”

The heat of his breath against your skin sent a thrill through you, but you pulled back, meeting his gaze with a wicked smile. “We’ll see about that.”

. . .

The following Saturday night, the air in Rafe’s bedroom was thick with anticipation. You sat cross-legged on his bed, the navy comforter rumpled beneath you, wearing nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts and a pair of lacy black panties. Rafe stood across the room, leaning against the dresser, shirtless in a pair of gray sweats that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad and tan, a faint sheen of sweat already glistening in the warm light.

On the nightstand sat two small golden packets, their shiny foil catching the glow of the lamp. You picked one up, turning it over in your hands, the weight of it surprisingly light for something that promised so much chaos. “Last chance to back out,” you said, smirking at him as you tore the corner open.

Rafe snorted, grabbing his own packet. “Not a chance. You’re going down, baby.” He ripped his open with his teeth, the gesture primal and a little too hot for your liking, and squeezed the thick, amber honey onto his tongue. You followed suit, the sweet, herbal taste coating your mouth, a faint warmth spreading down your throat as you swallowed.

For the first few minutes, it was all bravado. Rafe paced the room like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles, his smirk intact. “Feeling anything yet?” he asked, voice cocky as he flexed his arms, the muscles rippling under his skin.

You shrugged, playing it cool even as a subtle heat began to bloom in your chest. “Nope. You?”

He shook his head, but there was a tightness in his jaw, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “Nah.”

Ten minutes in, the air shifted. The warmth in your body intensified, sinking lower, pooling between your thighs. Your skin prickled, every brush of the T-shirt against your nipples sending a jolt through you. You shifted on the bed, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the growing ache.

Across the room, Rafe stopped pacing. His breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling faster. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands sticking to his forehead, and when his eyes met yours, they were dark—pupils blown wide, a storm brewing behind them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. He leaned back against the dresser, gripping the edge so hard his knuckles whitened. “This shit’s no joke.”

You bit your lip, the sight of him unraveling doing dangerous things to you. “What’s wrong, Rafe? Cracking already?” Your voice was teasing, but it came out breathier than you intended, the need starting to seep through your composure.

He laughed, but it was strained, jagged. “You wish. I could bend you over right now and still win this.” But his hands stayed glued to the dresser, and his hips shifted—just a fraction, enough to tell you he was fighting the same war you were.

Fifteen minutes, and the room felt like a furnace. Your pulse hammered in your ears, your body screaming for contact. The air smelled of him—sweat and musk and that damn cologne—and it was driving you insane. You curled your fingers into the comforter, nails digging in as you watched Rafe.

He was a mess now, his sweats tented embarrassingly, his jaw clenched so tight you thought it might crack. His eyes raked over you, lingering on the way the T-shirt rode up your thighs, and he groaned—a low, guttural sound that hit you like a freight train.

“Goddamn it, baby,” he rasped, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re killing me. Just—fuck—just let me touch you. Please.”

You smirked, though it took everything in you to hold it together. “That sounds like caving, Rafe.”

He growled, stepping forward, then stopping himself, fists balled at his sides. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he panted, his voice raw, desperate. “Look at you, sitting there all smug. I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you? Bet you’re dying for it just as bad.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your thighs trembled, slickness pooling in your panties, but you weren’t about to admit it. “Guess you’ll never know unless you lose,” you shot back, voice shaking but defiant.

Twenty minutes, and Rafe snapped—or tried to. He crossed the room in two strides, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands hovering an inch from your thighs. “Fuck it,” he breathed, his voice wrecked. “I lose. I fucking lose, okay? Just—please, baby, I need you. I’m going crazy here.”

You tilted your head, savoring the power, the way he looked up at you like a man unhinged. “Not yet,” you said, voice low and deliberate, your hand reaching out to graze his cheek—just a featherlight touch, enough to make him shudder. “You can wait a little longer.”

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and pure torment flashing across his face. “You’re kidding,” he choked out, his hands twitching, aching to close the distance. “Baby, I’m dying here. You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, I can,” you replied, leaning back on your elbows, letting the T-shirt ride up higher, exposing more of your thighs, the edge of your panties just visible. His gaze dropped, and he let out a strangled sound, his whole body tensing like a coiled spring. “You said you’re made of steel, right? Prove it.”

Twenty-five minutes, and Rafe was a wreck. He’d slumped back onto his heels, hands dragging through his hair, sweat dripping down his chest. His cock strained against his sweats, a dark spot forming where he was leaking, and his breathing was so ragged it sounded like he’d run a marathon. “You’re evil,” he muttered, voice hoarse, his eyes locked on you with a mix of reverence and desperation. “Fucking evil, you know that?”

You shifted again, letting one leg fall open slightly, giving him a glimpse that made his jaw drop. “Maybe,” you said, smirking. “But you love it.”

Thirty minutes, and he was begging—really begging. “Please, baby,” he whispered, crawling closer, his hands trembling as they hovered over your knees. “I can’t—I can’t do this anymore. I’ll do anything you want, just let me touch you. I’m fucking losing it.”

You held his gaze, letting the tension stretch one agonizing second longer, then nodded. “Okay,” you said softly, victorious. “You lose.”

. . .

His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard while his other hand kneaded the opposite side. The sensation—amplified by the honey packets still coursing through you—had you arching into him, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your nails dug into his scalp.

“Rafe—slow down,” you gasped, half-laughing, but he shook his head, his teeth grazing your skin as he moved lower, kissing and biting a frantic path down your stomach.

“No chance,” he growled, hooking his fingers into your panties and dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. He paused then, just for a second, staring at you—spread out, glistening, trembling—and the look in his eyes was feral, reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, before diving in.

His mouth was relentless, tongue plunging into you, lapping up every drop like he’d been starved for it. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned you down with an arm across your waist, his other hand spreading you wider for him. He sucked at your clit, hard and fast, then slow and teasing, every movement driving you higher, the aphrodisiac making it all too much, too good.

Your hands twisted in his hair, pulling hard, and he moaned against you, the vibration sending you spiraling.

“Rafe—oh God—I’m gonna—” You couldn’t finish the sentence before it hit, a blinding orgasm that had you shaking, clenching around nothing as he kept going, drawing it out until you were whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.

He pulled back, lips shiny, chest heaving, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like a man who’d just won the lottery. “You taste so fucking good,” he said, voice rough as he shoved his sweats down, freeing his cock—red, leaking, impossibly hard. He climbed onto the bed, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach with ease, pulling you up onto your knees.

“Been thinking about this for thirty fucking minutes,” he rasped, lining himself up and thrusting in deep in one brutal stroke. You cried out, the stretch overwhelming, perfect, your walls fluttering around him as he set a punishing pace. His hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you’d bruise, but you didn’t care—every slap of his skin against yours, every grunt and curse spilling from his lips, was worth it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, one hand sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you. “So perfect—shit, I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t,” you managed, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. “Come for me, Rafe.”

He did—hard—his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken moan, his fingers digging into your skin. The feel of him, hot and pulsing, tipped you over again, a second wave crashing through you as you clenched around him, milking him dry.

He collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat, breathing like you’d run a race. His arm snaked around you, pulling you close, and he pressed a lazy kiss to your temple. “You’re a fucking sadist,” he muttered, but there was a grin in his voice. “Making me wait like that.”

You laughed, breathless, nuzzling into his chest. “Worth it, though, right?” “Fuck yeah,” he said, already sounding half-ready for round two. “But next time, I’m winning.”

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[cathnospam]

Bakugo makes you laugh, A LOT and it drives him insane.

“It was not that damn funny.”

You try to conceal the snickers from your mouth, but fail horribly. All he did was mutter something about Mineta being a punk ass and it had you giggly.

At first he used to take offense by it, maybe you were laughing AT him and not what he says, almost like mocking him, that wasn’t until Deku quickly explained in passing that you laugh very easily.

But you don’t laugh this damn much with anybody else but him. At this point he thought you had a similar quirk to Ms. Joke, and he nicknamed you Giggles.

You both were studying in the library like you both usually do during exam week, and Bakugo noticed you haven’t been Miss. Cackle the past few days. Not even a smile actually and you’d think it would have been some relief for him from hearing your laugh obxonious laugh, but he’s actually more annoyed.

He looks up from his book and glances at you across the table, you’re typing away, with a less that neutral look on your face. Lips somehow forming a pout and eyes looking droopy. He scoffs going back to his work, but it was an itch he needed to scratch with you..?

“Who pissed in your breakfast.”

“What?”

“You been looking like a sad lost puppy all week what the hell is your problem.”

The corner of your lips cracked upwards a bit, almost as if you were fighting to smile, but instead you shrug, “‘Nothing you needa worry about. Why.”

It was almost concerning how calm you sounded. Your voice was more tame that you didn’t even sound recognizable which make Bakugo crease his brows, “You suck at lying. Is it, because of that shitty boyfriend you have pissed you off.”

He was referring to Shindo, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he was a guy you got close with after meeting him a few years ago, but Bakugo was half right he was part of the problem.

You had a small crush on Shindo , but overheard him tell his classmates how he isn’t into you like that mainly because you’re not his type and how much he can’t stand how loud you talk/laugh sometimes.

It hurt hearing it, when he found out you heard he tried apologizing but you didn’t wanna hear it, so since then you’ve turn self conscious about speaking and laughing too loudly for the past week to avoid anymore issues that you have caused with people.

After slowly explaining to the Blonde he rolled his eyes, “You’re ganna let the walking vibrator dictate your life too? So stupid.”

“You hate my laugh too. What does it matter.”

Bakugo stayed silent for a moment while you went back to work. Thinking how could he word what he wants to say without sounding like an idiot, “I never said that, besides you never stopped even when I did tell you your laugh was annoying. If you want to cackle like a hyena who gives a fuck—“

You break into a snicker but end up covering it with your hand. He cracks a proud smirk, he almost forgot what you looked like with a smile, “I don’t wanna be loud. Just can’t help it.”

“We know.”

You giggle at his deadpanned voice, it really wasn’t your fault, you’re just so easy to please and Bakugo knows that, “Giggly ass, and I seen you almost laugh when Denki tripped at the lecture today.”

“Becauuseee he is always so dramatic when he falls.” You whined into a chuckle, sharing a small one with him.

It was a start of many more shared laughs after studying, Katsuki even tried to be just a LITTLE bit more funnier than usual when walking back to the dorms. When you finally cracked a real loud one out he felt himself grinning at you.

“Katsuki Alexander Bakugo are you smiling?”

“Don’t you EVER say my full name like that again got dammit I will blow you the hell UP!”

You almost fall to your knees of how funny his reaction was to you, it felt so good to smile again. You missed it, and so did everybody else the next day apparently.

Mina and some others thought you were depressed, Deku assumed you were sick, Denki outwardly blamed Bakugo which got him smacked, and IIda actually missed your loud noises as well.

Your classmates enjoyed your presence more than you thought they did.

But Bakugo missed it the most.

Your laughs drives him insane, because he loves to hear them.

[kittsuneriyu]

For a while I really wanted to make my own designs for a "role swap" AU.

The idea is that characters change roles, not in between, they change sides but still have their own unique quirks to hunt or survive.

007n7 basically goes insane after losing both Noli and c00lkidd, turning back into his old hacker persona, he decides to make his sorrow into everyone's problem. 007n7's actions are way more destructive and reckless, with nothing else to lose, why should he fear getting hurt or punished? This mentality is what pushes him further into keep living to make hell break lose.

Elliot is still a worker on Builder Brother's Pizza's, the best as always. But sometimes you never felt like making some jerk pay for his actions? That's Elliot's mindset, using his freetime to hunt down anyone that dared to mistreat him or other employees. Having a twisted kind of satisfaction on making "justice" with his own hands. Of course, he would never let it affect the Pizzaria's service.

Chance is a thrill seeker, to achive it he always took the most risky choices. It lead him into involving himself with some shady people. Now working as some hitman, Chance uses this title to coerce his targets into gambling with him in change of their mercy. But somehow Chance always wins either way.

The rest of the survivors aren't as elaborated as those three.

Noob is just some generic killer, the kind that looks like an average person but later shows themselves as some maniac.

Guest 1337 as stated on the drawing works like Fliqpy, genuinely feeling guilty for hurting someone, his flight or fight reaction really blinds him when something triggers him.

Two Time achived a very high connection with the spawn after a bunch of sacrifice's. One life in change of a extra one, this allows them to insta-heal a deadly injury an keep going, of course it doesn't comes without consequences. Each scar and rebirth disfigure's Two Time's form further and further.

Builderman alongside Telamon started an iron fist moderation, punishing and banning anyone that broke rules or defied their ideals.

Builderman didn't changed much design wise, glasses to only focus on their ideals, headsets to not hear their pleas or opinions and a hardhat to protection of course.

Telamon never gave up on his hatred, some still spilled over his creation but most of it still with him.

Dusekkar never agreed with this nonsense, and the two Admins didn't took it lightly, now Duse doesn't mind that much, afterall he doesn't have a thinkng mind at all anymore.

Taph would do anything for builderman, so they hopped along with the two Admin's, Taph happened to mess up a few times but now that they got the message they're not going to fail Builderman anymore.

And of course we have our survivors.

"Poor kidd there's something about us people never really liked." Not sure about what happened to c00lkidd for him to disappear. Up to you I guess.

1x a vessel for the admin's experiment, nothing but that. And when falling purposeless they felt anger, a powerful need for revenge. 1x and 2x never happened to become sepparated entities.

John Doe a mere moderator, only wanting to ensure that robloxia's problems were solved, too good for his own sake. This was his ruin.

Noli since the start aspired that one day he would reach out the starts, but now that he has them in hands theres no one left to share their glimmer with.

Guest 666 was just some rebel, a trouble maker as people say. Unable to properly speak without an account, but also unnable to be properly punished. Not sure how his relation with Noob could go.

Azure was, alongside his partner, one out of the most faithful ones of their cult. This feat led him and Two Time into a huge sacrificial rabbit hole. After being killed Azure turned his back to anything related to spawn or cults in general.

[rafessecret]

What about step!bro!rafes friends talking about his step!sister in a very explicit way and step!sister walks in and step!bro rafe makes her sit on his lap and has his hand moving very high up on her thigh and his friends are just watching

⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron

SAY GOODNIGHT TO MY FRIENDS.

The air in the room was thick with cologne, whisky, and something else—something darker. The low murmur of voices, the occasional clink of ice against glass, the lazy sound of Rafe chuckling under his breath—it all blended together into a space that felt hazy, heavy, dangerous. 

Topper let out a low breath, shaking his head, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and fascination. ❝Man, it’s fucked. You’re fucked. Your own stepsister? And she just—what? Let's you? ❞

Kelce scoffed, shifting uncomfortably, but his eyes gleamed with something dark. ❝Let’s be real. She isn’t just letting him. You’ve seen her, man. She’s built for it. All soft and sweet, prancing around the house in those little skirts, acting like she doesn’t have a clue. Like she isn’t begging ’for it. ❞ He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head. ❝Swear to God, Rafe, she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even need to know what she’s doing to drive a man insane.❞

Rafe just grinned, stretching out lazily, like he hadn’t already thought about this a thousand times over. ❝She doesn’t even realise,❞ he murmured, tilting his head like he was indulging in a fond memory. ❝Doesn’t get why I always want to touch her, always want to spread those pretty thighs open. Have you ever seen a girl cry when she comes? Fuckin’ sob for it? She gets all wet and shaky, like she can’t handle it, but then she’s grinding down, chasing it. ❞ He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. ❝Shit, man. You should hear the noises she makes when I stuff her full. Little gasps, like she’s struggling to take it—like she knows she shouldn’t.❞

Kelce cursed under his breath, shifting where he sat. ❝Fuck, bro. What’s she like when you really wreck her? ❞

Rafe smirked, biting his lip, eyes dark with something possessive. ❝You ever fuck a girl so dumb she can’t even speak? Just little whimpers, eyes all glossy, like she’s ruined for anything else? ❞ His fingers tapped lazily against his thigh. ❝She sucks my fingers just to keep quiet. Like she knows she shouldn’t be moaning my name like that. Fuckin’ clampsaround me like she’s trying to keep me inside. ❞ He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. ❝And the way she looks afterwards? All fucked out, all mine? Man, I don’t even think she gets how dirty she is. ❞

You hadn’t been paying attention at first, padding barefoot through the hallway, the sleeves of Rafe’s old t-shirt hanging long past your wrists, your body warm from sleep. You just wanted to find him. You hadn’t even thought about whether he’d have company, not when he’d spent all of dinner teasing you under the table, slipping his hand onto your thigh just to watch you squirm. But then, just before you pushed open the door, you heard them.

❝—so fuckin’ tight, huh?❞ Kelce laughs, voice dripping with disbelief.

❝Nah, man, you don’t get it.❞ Rafe’s voice was low and drawling, each word rolling slow and smug from his lips. ❝She cries when I put it in. Every single time. Like a good girl.❞

You froze.

Kelce made a strained noise, somewhere between disbelief and something much filthier, and Rafe only chuckled. ❝Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought it was fucked up at first too, but she’s just so sweet about it, man. Always getting all wet just from me playing with her. Can’t help myself. ❞

Your stomach plummeted. A silence stretched. Heavy. Loaded. Like they didn’t quite know what to say, like maybe they should speak up, but maybe they didn’t want to.

And then Topper, voice rough and barely there, muttered, ❝You’re saying she lets you do whatever you want?❞

Rafe scoffed. Amused. ❝Let me? Bro, she fucking needs it. I get her worked up, and she’s a mess. It’s adorable. She looks so guilty about it too, but the second I start touching her, she’s mine. I swear, I could get her to do anything.❞

Heat rushed to your face, humiliation prickling in your chest. They were talking about you, talking about what Rafe did to you, laughing about it like it was some kind of joke. But before you could run, before you could even process it, Rafe’s head turned toward the doorway. He saw you.

And he smirked.

❝Speak of the fuckin’ devil,❞ he drawled, and just like that, three pairs of eyes snapped toward you.

For a second, everything was silent. You felt it, the way their gazes drifted, the way they took you in—bare legs, soft thighs, the hem of Rafe’s t-shirt barely skimming the tops of your panties. The way your skin still had that post-sleep glow, a little too flushed, a little too warm, a little too wrecked from how Rafe had kept you up last night.

Kelce was the first to swallow hard, like he had to physically force himself to hold his tongue. Topper shifted, jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, but he didn’t look away.

Rafe, lounging back with a whisky in his hand like he owned the room, crooned, ❝C’mere, baby.❞ And before you could think, before you could process what a terrible fucking idea it was, you obeyed.

Rafe pulled you straight onto his lap the second you got close, arms winding around your waist, possessive, like he was staking his claim. You went rigid, barely breathing, hyperaware of the way his friends were still watching—watching his hands drift beneath the hem of your borrowed shirt, watching the way he spread his thighs beneath you, making sure you were settled perfectly between them.

Kelce swore under his breath, and Rafe chuckled, gaze flicking between his friends. ❝What? Thought I was making it up? ❞ You squirmed, breath hitching as Rafe’s fingers dragged higher, too high, teasing the band of your panties.

Topper exhaled sharply, the kind of sound someone makes when they know they should look away but can’t. Kelce wasn’t even pretending not to stare anymore, his fingers curling into his knee like he was holding back something filthy.

Rafe’s hand flexed over your thigh. ❝You shy, baby? You weren’t shy last night.❞ Heat rushed through you, mortification curling hot and heavy in your gut. Your lips trembled, but Rafe tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. ❝Don’t you, baby?❞

You swallowed, and when Rafe raised a brow, you nodded. Topper cursed, running a hand through his hair, but he still didn’t look away. Kelce had his hand over his mouth now, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, like he wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Rafe or of you.

And then, slowly, deliberately, Rafe kissed you. Not soft. Not innocent. Not like a brother should kiss his sweet little stepsister.

He devoured you, lips sliding over yours with an obscene amount of hunger, tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting you, making sure his friends saw exactly how you melted for him, how you didn’t even try to resist. Kelce shifted, jaw tight. Topper exhaled sharply, almost like he was in pain.

And Rafe?

Rafe just grinned against your mouth, breaking the kiss with a lazy, smug, victorious smirk. ❝Yeah, I think they get it now.❞ His fingers skimmed between your thighs, teasing.

❝Go on, baby. Say goodnight to my friends.❞ Your voice barely came out. ❝…Goodnight.❞

Kelce cleared his throat.

Topper finally stood. Rafe just chuckled, already dragging his fingers beneath your panties, whispering, ❝That’s my girl. Letting me show you off like that. ❞

Then the door slammed, leaving you alone with him. And before you could catch your breath, he was already ruining you again.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ohhh, anon, you filthy thing thank you for this idea—i had way too much fun with it! sorry it got a little long, but you know i had to do it justice 😌 rafe is such a smug, possessive perv, and you?? you’re just his sweet little thing, letting him have his way.

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

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older!dean headcanons˚୨୧⋆｡

OLDER!DEAN WINCHESTER X YOUNGER!READER (read here)

WARNINGS: mentions of/implied smut (MDNI). age gap.

NOTES: He is back! My psych final is tomorrow and i am going insane, so this is shorter than usual. You have all been so sweet and supportive, and I just wanted to give you a little something as a thank you while I study. I love you all, thanks for the kind words. As always, English is not my first language. Enjoy<3

˚୨୧⋆｡ After months of resisting you and denying his feelings, he is the sweetest man ever when you two get together. He adores you, and he makes sure to show you. He spoils you rotten, lets you get away with almost anything, and he always needs to have a hand on you.

˚୨୧⋆｡ He is protective!!! Like, very protective. He always keeps an eye on you during hunts, and makes sure to kill any evil motherfucker before they can even think of putting their hands on you. And when you do get hurt, you think it pains him more than it does you. He patches you up with gentle touches he didn’t think his blood-stained hands were capable of. He looks at you with sad, deep eyes as he kisses over the wound, and then he doesn’t even let you get up from bed, even if the injury is as tiny as a paper cut. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ After every case, he loves, or more like needs to cradle you against his chest and hold you close. He wraps his huge arms around you and presses you to his side, or on top of him, and he just buries his face on your hair and breathes in. He tells you it is to calm you down after hunts, to make you feel safe. But you think it is more about him. Like he needs to remind himself that you’re okay. That you’re there next to him, and that you’re not going anywhere. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ You love to annoy him, it is your favorite hobby. Play with his hair while he and Sam research in the library, brushing it right in front of his eyes while he tries to read. You love to sit in a barstool in the garage while he works on Baby and talk his ear off when he has no way to escape (not that he would). You force him to watch rom-coms and chick-flicks that he pretends to hate, but you catch him smiling to himself a few times. You poke him, and bite him, and jump on him all the time, and he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

˚୨୧⋆｡ You have a habit of sinking your teeth into his biceps any chance you get. There are always teeth marks on his flesh that he wears with pride. (There are always hickies on your thighs and collarbones to match, of course.)

˚୨୧⋆｡ He claims not to be the jealous type. “I'm too old for things like that, sweetheart.” But you knew he was. He didn’t mind when people stared at you when you walked into a bar or around a small town, always that his arm was around your shoulders or your hand was on his. He is proud that such a pretty girl chose him. But the moment some frat boy tries to approach you at a bar when you are alone, he feels his blood boil. He watches from far away for a few seconds, trying to keep his cool, but he loses it when the guy decides to brush your hair behind your ear. He quickly walks across the bar until he is right behind you, pulling you against his chest and glaring at the dude over the top of your head. The boy is gone in less than a second.

˚୨୧⋆｡ You try to show your love for him in every way you can. Dean was confident and strong, but it sometimes felt like he doubted your feelings for him, like his brain was trying to convince him that you deserved better and that you would get tired of being with some old guy eventually. So, you shower him in love. You learn how to bake pies just for him, making him a new one every week. You wash his hair in the shower, massaging his scalp to help him relax. You get him naked in bed and go on a journey of kissing every scar you can find. You press your lips over the small ones, run your tongue over the long and raised ones. And of course you make sure to tell him how much you love him. You murmur soft i love you’s against his lips. You remind him every day of how beautiful he is, how good he is. You whisper in his ear about how hot he is, how he makes you lose your mind and how no one could ever compare to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡ Dean liked being rough with you in bed. He loved manhandling you, leaving purple fingertips marks on your hips, pulling your hair. He was careful at first, too scared to hurt you. But you wanted him to, you begged him to make it hurt. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ Because you loved it when it hurt a little. When he sank his teeth into the flesh of your thighs, when your knees ended up bruised from kneeling on the floor for too long, when you could still feel him days after. You love the marks that he leaves, a living reminder of his touch on your body. It made you feel complete, it made you feel his.

˚୨୧⋆｡ Dean tried to go slow with you at first, thinking that you might be too inexperienced for everything he wanted to do to you. But he didn’t know that you were just as much or even freakier than him. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ Your favorite thing to do was, when Dean and you were alone in the Impala for a long drive, to rest your head in his lap. You lay across the front seat casually, looking up at him with innocent eyes when he sends you a warning look. You start by “accidentally” rubbing your cheek against his crotch, loving the way the scratchy fabric of his jeans felt against your skin. You would tease him until he was hard and his breath was ragged, and then you would take him in your mouth. You order him to keep driving as you suck him off slowly. You drag it out, edge him until he is desperate and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. And when he finally comes, you swallow it all like a good girl, moaning in satisfaction, enjoying the way his cum coats your tongue. It makes him groan every time, nostrils flared with the need to fuck you. Sometimes you keep going, keep suckling on him until he is whining in oversensitivity and has to pull you away by your hair.

˚୨୧⋆｡ In return, Dean gives you pleasure every time he can. He can eat your pussy for hours on end, in the kitchen counter, or the Impala, or in a lonely classroom when you have to infiltrate a school for a case. He will fuck you on his bed, or the floor, or against the wall. He just loves to make his girl feel good, see you shaking with pleasure, begging him to stop and to keep going at the same time. He loves when you tell him that he’s the best you have ever had, and the best you will have. He loves when you scream his name and your thighs close around his head because of the overwhelming sensations. He loves to make you cry with pleasure. 

˚୨୧⋆｡ But after, he is the sweetest guy ever. He takes aftercare very seriously, murmuring reassuring words against your skin and softly kissing every bruise and bite mark. He reminds you of how much he loves you, of how much you matter to him. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you, baby. You keep me sane.”

“You’re such a good girl, my beautiful princess.”

“I will take care of you forever. Nothing will ever hurt you while I'm here.”

“I love you.”

NOTES: wish me luck on my final! I will be back after I'm finally free.

If you wanna be tagged in future works, let me know!!

[kwoniele]

his (favorite) cheerleader

synopsis: cheerleading practice seems to affect seungcheol a lot more than you expected.

genre: smut

pairing: seungcheol x cheerleader!reader

wc: 737

warnings: rough sex! clearly i have a kink.. creampie, unprotected sex (please do NOT do this! use protection always) overprotective cheol, praise, scratching 😝, BABE THIS ISNT PROOFREAD ☺️ none of my works are tbh. i think thats all? please lmk if there are more!

authors note: hiii im baackkk!! this was supposed to be a celebratory fic for from behind but unfortunately i got quite occupied with my assignments (ack?) and didn’t get to ginish but u can read this as a standalone haha also my requests are open! please request SOMETHING im in need of ideas.. ok bye enjoy

nervous.

thats how you made seungcheol feel.

honestly, he would have never felt this way if he had stopped you from wearing the skimpy skirt for cheerleading practice. you asked him permission before choosing to wear it for the day because one: you would hate to make him feel like you’re dressing like a slut for everyone to see and two: the girls in your crew are bringing their boyfriends.

you would never admit it, but the girls in your squad have terrible taste for men. all of them are either desperate for a quick fuck with anyone but their girlfriends, or theyre in denial and swear to like women but seem to enjoy having drinks with your boyfriend instead.

but seungcheol didn’t hold you back. he swore it was okay and that you looked amazing in the skirt. he explained that he was going to be right beside you the entire time and that things were going to be alright. because he was there.

he was concerned that the boys would be very much eyeing you for a minute too long, or your name would be the name they’d be chanting for the entire game rather than their girlfriend’s.

he was wrong.

he was the person he was worried about.

the way the skirt almost barely covered your ass, the way your hair stuck to your forehead sticky with sweat, how your chest heaved whenever you finished a routine; he felt like he was going absolutely insane.

regardless of the fact he promised you he’d behave, he wasn’t doing a good job of fulfilling it. he could feel his cock slowly growing in his pants and he was not trying to hide it.

“seungcheol-ah, if you’re in need of relief, we’d really appreciate it if you could do it somewhere else and not on the freshly cleaned bleachers.” irene’s boyfriend lightly elbowed seungcheol,

cheol shot him a glare before his eyes slowly rested on you again. you were hot. if male ovulation was a thing, cheol was the epitome of it. all he heard was ringing and inaudible chatter as his attention was focused on you. his eyes were in the shape of hearts as he watched you perform.

he couldn't wait to go home. he just knew what he’d do to you as soon as you step foot into your house.

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“haa~ cheol!” if he had asked you to count how many times you’ve come tonight, you wouldn’t be able to answer him. your cum had made a creamy white ring around his cock, slowly growing thicker and thicker as his thrusts began to pick up rhythm faster than the one before.

your voice began to strain, sweat started to trickle down the back of your neck, your hips were burning red as seungcheol showed no mercy at all. it was as if his dick had a mind of its own. his tip kisses your g-spot, making you arch from the bed as cheol’s hand pushed you down.

“you were so fucking pretty out there. did you know that? i was worried the boys would be a fucking idiot around you— fuck.” he threw his head back in a moan. “but it turns out, i was the one going insane.”

his lips traveled to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses beside the bruises he had made earlier. his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to whine controllably as your gripped onto his shoulders. “pleaaase, let me cum!”

“yeah? my baby wants to cum?” seungcheol rapidly thrusted into you—if that was even possible—even more, making you slip out incoherent words as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“yes! yes! yes! please let me cum please!” your nails clawed his back, leaving dark red marks as he winces in pain.

“fuck, cum with me okay?” you nodded in agreement, not caring about the neighbours who were probably wide awake, or the open windows that seungcheol didn’t bother to shut, or your cheerleading outfit that you definitely needed the following day.

“you can cum, beautiful.” he painted your walls with white ribbons as you breathed heavily—cumming right after him. you came so hard that you saw stars. as soon as you finally caught your breath, seungcheol was already rubbing you with a warm cloth, cleaning up his mess.

“you’re so responsible, you know?”

“mhm, i am. just not when you’re at cheerleading practice.” you giggle.

“you should come more often.”

[chrollohearttags]

free use with roommate!eren

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📝: black!fem reader, free use, noncon, dub-con, fourth wall break (you’ll see lmao), sonmophilia, squirting, heavy breeding +pregnancy mentions, degradation, calls reader bitch and slut, mentions of anal, slight aftercare

wc: 1.9K

if y’all want me to continue this, lmk. It may become a series.

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roommate!eren truly was, by all definitions, your best friend. practically attached at the hip and always hanging out..the two of you first crossed paths when he placed an ad online, looking for someone to split the rent with and upon meeting you, the choice was easy. roommate!eren, who worked in IT and mostly remote, spent most of his time in the space you two shared so it was always spotless when you got home. You’d often find him standing over the stove, making something delicious so that you never had to worry about going to some shitty fast food place…honestly feeling more like a boyfriend with how spoiled he had you. “How was your day, gorgeous? Here, come talk to me, I want to hear all about it.” even allowing you to rest your sore feet on his lap as he massaged them. it never really dawned on you at first but as time went on, roommate!eren slowly became much more than that. It began with sweet gestures such as cooking for you or doing your laundry, even going as far as telling you not to worry about your share of the rent for a couple months because he wanted you to ‘do something nice for yourself’. “Eren, that is not what we agreed upon. I cannot let you pay the rent by yourself, that’s not fair at all.” “I already told you, it’s fine. Consider it an early birthday gift or something.”

but roommate!eren was reaping his rewards in more ways than one…one night as you lie sleeping on the couch, flat on your stomach and exhausted from a long day, you’d be awoken to the tender touch of warm hands caressing the backs of your thighs. Eventually, you’d feel those fingertips creeping up to the center where your panties were peeking out from underneath your work skirt. You’d feel a gentle rub before hearing the sound of sucking teeth and a moan accompanying it. “You’re so wet, baby..fuck. And all for me..” you were halfway conscious but you were aware of what was going on..yet, all you could do is lie there and allow those digits to massage your aching slit. Shutting your eyes, you’d feel the cool air hit your warmth when he peeled them back and shoved one inside..working you over whilst you slept.

“So fucking tight, princess..but I know you can take all of this dick. You’re going to make me fit..” the words barely above a whisper but you heard every last one. Every rambling coming from that familiar voice behind you only grew more lewd as those fingertips went deeper and sped up. Talking about how he wanted to fill you with his cum and watch it drip out as you lie there..how full and cute you’d look if you were pregnant. From how he wished to see you awake just so he could fuck you back unconscious. The sounds of your dripping hole being played with was about to drive him insane and eventually…neither of you could take it!

“I need to fuck you..need to feel this wet lil’ pussy on me so bad, baby.” Almost desperate in a way. Seconds later, (y/n) felt the aching head of a cock throbbing against your entrance; running up and down your clit before very carefully slipping in. “Oh shiiit..you feel even better than I expected, baby. Why’d you keep it from me for so long?” That deep yet whiny voice and thick cock belonged to none other than roommate!eren! Who had mounted you right there in the living room, fucking you prome into the couch. With a hand planted in the center of your back, he’d continue feeding you deep strokes, alternating between fast and slow, hard and gentle..all the while watching the recoil of your backside against his pelvis.

“Look at this fat ass..bouncing on my fucking dick. Oh God, it’s so perfect. I can’t wait to use it too..maybe I’ll slip a plug in you next time.” Those words elicited a much deserved twitch around his shaft and no longer could you pretend. “You really got tight when I said that shit. I knew you were a freak but damn, baby..” chuckling to himself. You’d slowly raise your head with a slight yawn and moan..before turning around and faintly glaring at him. “Erennn..what the fuck—“ “Hey gorgeous, about time you stopped pretending. Enjoy your nap?”

because deep down, roommate!eren knew the truth about you..and all of the dirty, filthy and dark secrets you were keeping. Including the twitter page and blog where you anonymously posted all about him and the depraved things you wanted him to do. Saying things like ‘my roommate is so fucking fine. Just want this man to use me.’ ‘He cooked for me again today, rubbed my feet and ran my bath before I got home..I’m ready to have this man’s baby.’ ‘Saw him coming back up from the gym this morning before I left and had to get myself off when I got to work’ ‘I rub my pussy every night thinking about him. Wishing he’d come in here and pound me.’ Even calling him daddy. It was entirely different from the bashful, nerdy office worker that he knew!

but it was one..or several that stood out to him the most. A series that inspired this whole little exchange..the ones where you were begging for him to use you anytime he wanted! You didn’t care if you were asleep, awake, tired or alert..you wanted him to have full possession of your body. ‘forced to work, born to be his little free use toy that gets dumped with cum whenever he feels like it and twice on his bad days :(’ ‘I just want to lie on the couch one night, pretending to be sleep as he fucks me..’ ‘I love watching him work at his desk. He’s so cute with his glasses on and his hair tied back. I want to sit on his lap and let his dick stay inside of me the entire time.’ ‘he’s worked so hard today, he deserves my throat as a reward.’ There was so much evidence and roommate!eren heard your virtual cries loud and clear.

“Aww, baby. It’s okay. If this was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. You know I’ll give you the world.” Flashing a toothy grin as he pinned your arms behind your back..beads of sweat and strands of hair plastered to his forehead as he continued pounding you into the cushions. “All this time and you’re still so shy around me…but damn, do I love my job. You can find out all sorts of things. Like that my beautiful roommate wants me to use her like a little slut..” leaning down to utter the last sentence in your ear before feeding a sharp slap to the ass. Alluding to the fact he could easily access your socials and anything else he wanted with his extensive skill set.

unbeknownst to you, he felt the same..often finding himself at his desk, stroking his cock to the thought of you; how hot you looked in all your tight office attire, how pretty you looked wrapping your hair up in that bonnet at night with a bare face and how the sunlight hit your skin on a summer day, and the sway of your ass in that dress that clings to your curvy frame just right…finding himself choking his shaft between the clutches of his knuckles as he imagined it was that warm cunt squeezing him. Even going as far as to place a pair of your panties around himself and jerk until he exploded onto the seat of them. But it was a fairy tale no more..he was making all of yours..and his sick fantasies come true!

“That’s right, bitch. Moan for me..let me know how good I’m fucking you. C’mon..louder.” Reaching around to grasp your throat, he’d tug your head up so that he could make eye contact as he drilled your insides.

“Ughh! Fuuuck—please, use me. Make me come.” Those pleas sound awfully desperate and pathetic. Even so, roommate!eren craved more. He wanted to tap into the most depraved parts of you and bring them to the surface. “That’s more like it. No more of that innocent shit with me. From now on, you’re my slut to use..just my hole. I don’t give a fuck if you’re sleeping, too tired..I’m gonna nut in this pussy.. whenever I feel like it because you begged for it.” Continuously rambling on as those smacking sounds and guttural moans of his grew louder. “Y-yes daddy. All yours..your fucking whore.” At one point, he was almost animalistic..a sign that he was extremely close. You lacked the restraint for that however. Gripping the cushions in front of you whilst streams of your juices leaked underneath you. “That’s it. Squirt on that dick, bitch. How'd you know that’s my favorite?” Tears pooling down your face when you felt him slip a thumb into your puckering asshole. Just to make matters worse, that same hand gripping your throat would soon fish hook into your jaw and pull it open.

“Look at you..all mine. Got me playing in all your pretty holes. Tell you what..since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you choose where you get my cum. Sounds good?” And it was a no brainer if you’d ever heard one. You couldn’t get it out fast enough that you wanted him to fill your pussy to the brim. “Aw, you really do want my babies..sure thing, princess—“ in one final move, roommate!eren pinned you to the sofa; a clump of your newly done hair in his hand as that orgasm ripped through his body..surging out in the form of hot, cream colored ropes of seed spilling into your womb. You were both left a shaking, disgusting mess. Wet and drenched in each other’s bodily fluids. He couldn’t help but to reward you for a job well done with a sloppy kiss so he’d shove that tongue deep between your jaws and moan as your lips locked. Reveling in the fucked out glow on your face.

“There’s my baby..hey, are you alright? How are you feeling?” Swiping your tears of pure bliss away with his thumb. “I’m..the happiest I’ve ever been.” And that was a given. Once the two of you came down from those climatic highs, he’d withdraw..dragging a trail of his cum along with him as he watched it pulsate out.

“I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food. We have a lot to talk about, don’t you think?” Referring to the fact that this new agreement was going to require much consent and guidelines. Either way, both of you were excited for this new dynamic and looked forward to this relationship. You’d spent years fantasizing about all of these things. Documenting them on an anonymous page, too afraid that the real you would run a man away. But roommate!eren was the one you’d been searching for and he wasn’t going to let you down!

@hoohoohope @dancingwithdeities @violetxxvenom @nova2kss @friendlyneighborsslvt @acidrotzikr @shamelesshoefairy @soleilsfilm @vmpireslut @cc1306

[plethorawrites]

hey! what about clark who always makes you ride him because he’s afraid that with him on top he might hurt you cause he’ll lose control of his powers?

Oookkayyy. I believe I'm veering into some very precarious territory, lmao. But, yess, I do have thoughts! (NSFW content)

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Despite the fact that Clark Kent was 6'3 (while slouching), 225 pounds, and otherwise incredibly built, he was perhaps the least physically intimidating person alive. In fact, he was practically terrified of his own features—the same ones that made you utterly melt.

It wasn't until you discovered his identity as Superman that you realized the reason his hands never actually touched you during hugs, and he preferred you holding his arm over holding hands with each other. He was afraid. He always had been, in a way, but it was usually manageable.

That was because he wasn't trying to pursue a relationship.

You were affectionate, craving attention in whatever form possible, from cuddling on the couch to just grazing his pinky with yours while at lunch. And you wished he would return it more than he did. He wanted to. He really did. It was just so damn hard when he was terrified to hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if he did something that harmed you in any way.

The more physical your relationship became, the harder it became to reduce contact to the minimum amount he could get away with. You wanted more and so did he. But he could crush you without even meaning to, break your bones by just holding your hips, maybe even something worse than both of those things.

No, if you needed intimacy, he would gladly give it to you, since he wanted it just as badly, but he'd refrain from doing anything that could cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort or harm. You, being on top, was the only sensible answer.

Not to mention, incredibly attractive.

You always were, but there was something about the angle, about him just laying there, staring at you, watching you get lost in your own euphoria that drove him insane. The way your hair kept falling into your face, your fingernails kept digging further into the skin of his shoulders or chest, how your eyes sparkled brighter than usual.

To say nothing of how you actually felt, your hips soft against his bare skin with every slight roll you made, grinding against him slowly to prolong your time together as long as possible.

He could barely handle your usual smile, but the one you were giving him right now, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress a little huff of laughter made his heart clench.

"What?" He wondered, his breathing a bit heavy. He was doing a terrible job of keeping his composure and was pretty sure you could tell.

You shook your head, your hands planted firmly on his chest while admiring the way his head always tilted when he was curious. "Nothing," you mumbled, the word taking a little while to find since you had to focus enough to remember how to speak. "You just..." Your lips pursed as one especially long drag of your hips made your breath hitch. "... You're like a pillow prince." You teased a moment later.

Clark's mouth dropped a little, in surprise but not offense. You weren't exactly wrong. He was laying there, his hands behind his head, watching you do all the work, like always. But it wasn't because he wanted to. In fact, he was itching to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his hands and it was taking all his restraint not to flip you over. He just couldn't risk it.

"Maybe I just like the view," he replied, his hips jerking up slightly when he felt you clench around him. His jaw tightened at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in the feeling for a moment. "You—" he swallowed, his eyes opening. "—are you so perfect on top of me."

Another bashful smile spread across your face as you dropped your head and resisted the urge to move your hair, afraid that if he moved his hands, he'd lose control entirely.

"You like watching me struggle," you muttered, your hands moving to his shoulders to grip them tightly, your movements slowing to a stop, trying to catch your breath. "Admit it..." You panted. "... you're a sadist."

He laughed, his body shaking under you. "It's alright, sweetheart," he assured you. "You're doing good for me."

You hummed slightly at the praise, closing your eyes for a moment. "It's exhausting," you admitted, your legs killing you despite the enjoyment. "Always so... difficult."

"I know," he responded sympathetically, hesitantly removing his hands from behind your back, hovering them over your thighs for a while, contemplating before carefully setting his hands on them. He just couldn't resist anymore. You were too damn tempting.

You moved your hands to cover his, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You gonna help me, for once?" You murmur, trying to joke but failing. The words came out with too much lust for that.

He nodded slightly, focusing on making sure his fingers didn't accidentally dig into your skin too hard. "Tell me," he said seriously, staring into your eyes. "The second I take it too far."

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him. "You're not going to hurt me," you whispered. "I trust you."

[meganegatari]

i was busy having a mental breakdown only i saw this art and just about creamed my pj pantaloons so i needed to do something about that!!!!! cait i love you my beautiful princess with a couple disorders but that should be me RAHHH hi vi nation i have something for yall (also written in like 2 seconds be nice)

nsfw drabble—overstimming vi. 18+ content. sub!vi, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, brief mention of masturbation, vi body hair mention (you already KNOWWW) + aftercare.

orgasms climbing high into the double digits—yet you still weren't done with her. actually far from it, you felt like pushing her buttons, both literally and figuratively.

vi is spent, so limp and exhausted laying next to you, powdery blues begging for your mercy. but you didn't falter. you sat on your knees to the fiery haired woman's side, your fingers—coated with her slick from previous rounds—prancing upon her defined abs. you traced from under her ribcage, to each individual muscle on her torso, down to the wispy strands of magenta hair of her happy trail increasing in thickness until you reached the vermillion tangle resting on her mound, but before you could part her swollen lips once more, you heard her wince from above.

“fuck babe— s'too much, im- hahh, i dunno how much more…” she trails off, her whiny voice music to your ears, the sweetest candy to your sadistic soul.

her eyelids fluttered open while her chest heaved and head lolled against the pillow underneath—strings of hair stuck to her forehead. her face was shiny, with sweat or even tears, it made her shimmer. the apples of her cheeks were as crimson as prime picking season, a stark contrast from the vulgar mess between her trembling thighs.

her hips twitch—the smallest jerk upward—paired with a woeful plea from her clenched jaw, she needed you again. enough time had passed, and you were ready to give her everything you had.

“one more?” you quip at her, honeyed voice deepening her blush.

with that, she manages a brisk nod.

and like so, that was your cue to resume your descent.

you watch her like a hawk, grazing her skin with an agonizing feather-light touch, revel in how her breathing visibly quickens—gods this sexual intimacy was otherworldly.

tattooed biceps rise to shield her face, arms crossing and settling atop her eyes, but you still had a good view.

your stare unmoving, you skip down to tease her inner thighs, kneading the flesh lovingly—playing with the webs of essence that decorated her.

a whine fills the air, she was growing impatient.

you comply, finally moving your hand up to where she needs you most, you part her and break your line of sight away from her face to marvel at how she sucks your middle two digits in, her back arching.

she lets out a breathy moan—an unguarded sound that makes your own core ache, and you find her thumping clit and press on the bud with your thumb.

you see her mouth fall open, her shallow heaves quickly turning into animalistic pants, the release was bubbling inside her already.

you begin to circle her bundle of nerves gently, your two digits simultaneously pumping in and out of her quivering walls—her sounds only growing more and more lewd. this was pornographic, but the way she didn't hold back flipped a switch inside you.

you press down harder, then flick her swollen clit up and down until she jolts, your assault on her g-spot inside causing spurts of pearlescent cum to land on your hard at work forearm.

you were so mesmerized, so focused, you could even call it entranced by her. you had to fight the urge to shove your free hand down your own undergarments and soothe the build up there but you resisted, this was about her.

her whimpers and groans came in time with your rhythmic, regular thrusts, you felt her pussy spasming as another orgasm rushed through her, overtaking her entirely.

the sight, the syrupy squelching sounds and the smell of her sex drove you insane.

you continue to fuck her all the way through the high, until her eyes were welling up with tears and her knuckles lost their color from how hard she was gripping at everything around her—her hair, the sheets, you.

when it got too much, she squirmed away from you instinctively, and you obeyed to not hurt her. you'd never do so.

“you're so fucking hot vi, fuck—the things you do to me…” you mutter under your breath, taking in the sight of her fucked out form. she really was ethereal.

you put your fingers in your mouth to clean up, sighing at her sweetness.

she continued to lay there before you, only this time with a faint smile on her pretty lips.

her eyes were closed, and she looked so peaceful. before she fell asleep you dashed to get a damp washcloth and very gingerly wiped up the remnants of her pleasure from her creamy skin, grinning all the while.

when you were done, you tossed it to the side and joined her horizontally, nuzzling into her embrace.

deciding to make a joke, you try, “what do you say, one more?”

luckily you're met with a belly laugh from your love, and a playful shove to your shoulder.

“not a chance. next time it's your turn, i'll make you cum until you cry.”

taglist: @vifilms @ch6douin @aouiaa @sapphic-ovaries @astro-cat2 @paqerings @littlefallenangel111 @srooch @sinfulprayerss @lvlymicha @sunnsh1ne @pinkcwake @marsworlddd @caszzine @saturnsdrafts @mascdom @ashaynep @angelynn-nicole @ellabbss @aylabv02108 @lonelyfooryouonly @melsmunch @e11williamsgf @imdrowningindespair @spncrrdlvr @cheyisagirlkisser @thatgyalfisher @eroselless @i-dont-know-00 @ithinkimfuckincrazy @liaponderstings @lesbian-useless @slutzandcuckz @finalgirllx

[eevenus]

⋆˚࿔ drabble!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - b.c.

I have thoughts and need to get them out of my head before I go insane.

genre: PURE SMUT TBH!!! MINORS BE GONE!! I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

warnings: chokeholds (sue me okay), a bit of degradation, rough channie 🥴, reader is called a whore once, size kink if you squint

a/n: I wrote this on my phone because I needed it out of my head NYEOW, I'm going insane over him. dividers by @sister-lucifer

(this is what I was writing to if you wanna listen along 😛😛😛)

✩ thinking so much about Chan having such a horrible day, and I mean absolutely retched. Maybe had some arguments back and forth with staff over a track he was really proud of, a dance practice with small fuckups just out of his control (loose shoelaces tripping him, stumbling over his words, etc), maybe even something as simple as all his anxieties and worries on new tracks and performances have manifested into a boiling anger he can't contain.

✩ he wouldn't want to say anything he doesn't mean, or hurt anyone's feelings, so he wouldn't talk much throughout the day if he can help it. Simple nods and "mhm"s to just get through it. A few texts from you ping his phone every now and then, he's short with you but responds nonetheless. It would almost make him angrier that he can't shake the feeling, I feel.

✩ so he'd try to blow off some steam at the gym, he always hit it on the way home so you wouldn't find it out of the ordinary. But he'd stay a little longer than usual. Trying so, so hard to just shake the feeling off so he can come home to you and relax. But he can't. It sits on his chest worse than any of his anxieties ever could. So he cleans up the area he was using, throws his things into his duffle, and heads home.

✩ he'd show up back to your shared apartment and throw his duffle somewhere out of his sight. His shoes discarded by the door and keys dropped somewhere next to them. And then you'd walk out.

✩ "Hi baby!" So sweet and so kind, already in your pajamas, waiting for him to come home. "Long day?" It was an innocent ask of course, but it clicked a gear in place in his mind. All that anger seemed to quicken the blood rushing through his veins, if you listen close enough in the quiet you'd hear his heartbeat.

✩ no response but he's just stomping his way over to you, and his hands grab your face to smash your lips together. It's messy, teeth knocking every now and then, moving from upper to bottom lip, a bit of spit would connect you when he finally pulled away. Leaving you in a bit of a daze. But before you could question the absolutely hungry look in his eyes his lips would be on you again.

✩ his HUMONGOUS arms would work to pick you up while keeping your lips connected, your hands in his curls as his wrap under your thighs. And he's walking you back to your shared room and his skin is just fiery hot, and he's deepening the kiss while expertly navigating his way down the hall. thank god you walked out and left the door open, because as soon as he is even near your bed he's tossing you onto it and climbing on top of you.

✩ discarding his tank top as you're ridding of your own, his lips moving after to connect with your neck. You'd swear you felt him bite and lick his away along like a hungry animal playing with its prey. And his hands are on your hips, squeezing so hard to keep you in place that it would def leave bruises in the morning.

✩ before you can even register it, you're both without clothes and he's got you on all fours. pulling you down onto his mouth that is just devouring you like your his last meal on death row, like you held a cure for whatever is making him act this way, not like you'd want him to stop.

✩ "Bad day?" You'd question with rutting hips and your hands gripping his hair, he'd simply mumble against you and pull you down further. "Take it out- oh god- on me." You didn't have to tell him really, but it was more like giving him a green light for doing whatever he needed too to blow off the steam that was so pent up. It was rare this happened, but you ate it UP every time.

✩ moments later, after he'd rip at least two orgasms out of you, he's sinking himself into you. Pulling at your hips to meet his, forcing an arch out of you with a flat palm pressing down at the top of your spine. with no mercy does he rut into you, so rough it was physically moving you forward. Your cries and moans muffled with your cheek against the sheets, though you'd have probably been muffled regardless as his moans and groans and growls would be just a bit louder. Feral even.

✩ and when your moans alone weren't enough, he'd slow himself just enough to lean down and wrap his arm around your neck. keeping a hand still on your hip to keep your arch in place when he lifts you up from the bed in a chokehold and returns to his previous pace. Your moans now cut-off whines and groans from the pressure, just enough to slightly bring pressure to your airways but not enough to make you lose all your air. A delightful euphoria of floating and the feeling of his cock pumping into you, you swore in this position he was kissing your cervix in the most delicious way. feeling floaty and so full. so full. (pushing the bde Chris agenda ok).

✩ "fuckin' take it." He'd growl in your ear, and though his arm stays around your neck his hand moves to hold your chin. Relieving the pressure as you take in shaky gasps, keeping you perfectly in place. "Yea? You're my fucking whore, mine- letting me use you, huh? letting me fuck my anger into you?"

✩ he'd be so far gone that he's just mumbling out the nastiest shit he's ever said, and just abusing your pretty little cunt all he wants. And when his growls turn to whines and gasps and groans of his own, his hand reaches between your legs and quickly circles your puffy pretty clit. Silently begging you to cum with him.

✩ ugh and he'd cum so much too. letting you out of his hold halfway through, to lay back against the sheets, but still pushing you through your own orgasm. It would take him a bit to register he's real again before he's pulling out and walking to grab things to clean you up, water, a snack, the works.

✩ "Better?" You'd incoherently mumble after, when you're all laid up together. Snuggled close and naked and safe and warm.

✩ "Mm. Sorry if I was too rough." He'd mumble back, pushing some hair behind your ear before promising to tell you what was bothering him first thing in the morning. But of course you never mind him that way, if you can help him.

✩ he'd apologize PROFUSELY in the morning when he notices your bruised hips and a few red marks of teeth on your neck. Doing his best to mend you. Draw you a bath. Snuggle you as soon as he gets home from the studio. Apologize again. And again. And one more time for good measure. cuz he's just too sweet, and even if he was pent up and needed to channel his anger in a (proactive) different way he could never actually hurt you and he'd feel awful if he ever did. Making sure you feel loved in every way he can in the following days. Cuz he's Channie and an absolute angel, who just loves a rough night every now and again. 😜

EEP KQJDJSNF there's my first spicy drabble, I just needed this out of my fucking head OMG. Need him to chokehold me so BAD KADJNDNF. this is probably a mess because I was trying to get a vision across without turning this into a 7k word fic okay 😭😭. Lemme know if y'all want more of this from meeee by commenting, liking, reposting!! Theenk yewwww ❤️✨🤞🏻

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