#and his ears! have such good angles in the front facing frame

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

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[starkeyisthelastname]

baaaaabe your dilf!rafe has me absolutely feral !!! I need him dry humping reader from behind while she's wearing her expensive, thin athleisure shorts he bought her, gold bracelets and necklaces tinkling as they roll around the mattress, desperate to get each other off from grinding alone 🫠🫠🫠

p.s. I love you muah 💖

thank you so much angel! 💖 you know i love you!!! 🤩

He had come home from work in one of those moods where he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Even after running errands all day, you still looked good and he definitely made that known. You were trying to get changed into something more appropriate to go out to dinner in, but he was making the task a little difficult. As you were touching up your makeup, he stood behind you with his thick fingers digging your soft skin. His lips woud graze across your neck, his voice vibrating against your flesh as he squeezed your hips.

“Come on baby, we don't have a lot of time. You look so fuckin’ good…I gotta have you.” He spoke near your ear as your eyes met his blue ones in the mirror. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you and how could you deny your gorgeous husband? You sunk your top teeth into your glossy bottom lip as his hips started to slowly move against you from behind. “Rafe baby, w-what are you doing?” You asked, voice short of a whisper as you felt his hard cock.

“C’mere.” He growled, pinning your arms behind your back to lead you over to the king mattress. He pushed you down, angling your hips up to sit deliciously in those expensive shorts he had bought you. He knew that he needed to be getting ready for dinner, especially since the kids would be asking soon if the two of you didn't hurry up. He was a spoiled man himself and needed to have you in some way. He held onto your glittery wrists, tightening his rough hold against gold Cartier bracelets that started to jingle together as he began thrusting against you in a quick desperate manner.

The both of you were fully dressed, grinding and humping each other to get off. The way he could still make your had spin, his hand free hand clasped around your gold covered throat as the other, continued to hold your arms. “Listen to me.” He whispered in your ear, his deep voice a little strained the more turned on he became. He slowly removed his hand from your wrists, wrapping his veiny forearm wrapping around your stomach to flip you over.

Cerulean eyes bored down at you, toned hips pressing into you from the front and his hard cock strained against the work slacks he had on. “The kids are going to my parents for the night after dinner and I’m making you fuckin’ scream when we get back home. All over this goddamn house.” He told you, the look on his face as serious as ever and you knew it as your poor cunt fluttered. The man definitely had the stamina to fuck you all night across the large house, your body naked later that night against his massive frame in nothing but noisy jewelry he spoiled you with and his thick cock making you a quivering mess as you let him pound your holes.

[mytheoristavenue]

BES Mizu x Reader - Tranquility

Summary: One evening, two odd fellows walk into your father's inn, requesting keep.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader believes Mizu is male, comfort, angst, use of he/him and she/ her pronouns for Mizu depending on POV

Humming gently, you busied your hands, bustling about the front room of your father's humble inn, dusting, polishing, sweeping- anything to pass the time. With your back turned, you hardly noticed the pair of men that wandered in, ducking under the curtain entrance.

"Welcome in!" you chirped over your shoulder, hearing footsteps approach the counter. Hurrying over and behind it, you turned to face them with a warm grin. "Good afternoon, sirs. How may I be of service?"

"We need a room," the shorter one said. He was significantly more slender than his companion and wore looser clothing and a wide kasa that obscured his face. "Two beds."

You nodded obediently. "Of course sir, and for how many nights?"

"One." He answered sternly, angling his head even deeper down.

"Alright," you processed his answer, making note of it. "And will you be requiring meals or would you prefer to dine elsewhere?"

"Here is fine," he replied, digging into a pocket to retrieve a sachel of currency. "Two dinners and two breakfasts. How much?" You quickly added up the total for the stay and four meals and told him what the charge was. To your surprise, he dropped even more in front of you. "I like my privacy, other than meal service, make sure no one disturbs me."

"Of course, sir!" you nodded profusely, swiftly making sure their payment was in the right place, before coming out from behind the counter. "Allow me to escort you to your room!"

-----

Now alone and behind closed doors, the pair of travelers began laying down their luggage, stretching from the relief of no longer having to carry their belongings on their backs. "Ringo," Mizu said suddenly, leaning her sword against a nearby wall as she sat down. "Go out and get us some more provisions, it'll be a while before we get to another village after we leave. Take this," Glancing up at her apprentice, she handed over a list of supplies and the same sachel of gold she'd paid with moments ago. "I'm going to rest while you're out, so try not to disturb me when you get back."

"Yes, master!" The man said seriously, a bit too much so as he saluted her before leaving. The samurai simply rolled her eyes at his unknowingly silly gesture and sighed.

It wasn't long into her quiet time that she was distracted by the softest knock on the wood frame of the door. "Service," your gentle voice called from the other side. Scoffing, Mizu called back, granting you permission to enter.

-----

You smiled when you heard the gentleman call back 'Enter.', sliding the panel away and lifting a tray from the floor before carrying it into the room. "Your meal tonight will be soba, but it won't be ready for a good while. I thought I'd bring you and your companion some refreshments in the meantime. Complementary, of course."

"Do all your guests get treated to free refreshments before dinner?" he asked, suspiciously, sitting cross-legged at a table in the center of the room.

"Well..." you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you fell to your knees beside him. "Not exactly. Your meal will come with tea and sake, but I wanted to show my appreciation for..."

"You wanted to earn the extra money I gave you." he deduced. "I gave you that in exchange for leaving me alone so, admittedly, you aren't doing a very good job of earning it so far. I'd prefer you to respect my wishes than to bother me with special treatment."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rejection. "I-I'm sorry," you sputtered, reclaiming the few things you'd set on the table in preparation to return the tray to the kitchen. "I'll just take this back, didn't mean to offend."

"Wait, you can stay." The mysterious man sighed, bringing his hand up and pressing his palm to the top of his kasa, removing it. Underneath it was silky midnight hair, tied back in a taught bun, with a rogue strand that framed his face. Though, most striking about his appearance, were his glasses. They were round and petite with an onyx frame and amber lenses. Noticing your attention, his eyes darted towards you. "Haven't you ever been told that staring is impolite?"

Shaking your head furiously, cheeks once again aglow, you returned to your current task. "Deepest apologies! I was only observing your glasses, they are-"

You could feel his glare on you intensify even with your gaze away. "They're what?"

"P-Pretty..." you muttered truthfully, instantly regretting using such a feminine adjective to describe something a man wore. "They're a nice color is all..."

The man shifted backward, seemingly surprised by your compliments, and for just a moment, his harsh demeanor faltered a bit. "Well...thank you," he muttered bashfully before clearing his throat and darting back into his shell upon noticing that you were beginning to pour a cup of sake. "Just tea," he corrected sternly. "I don't drink."

You straightened at his comment, pausing for a moment. "Apologies," you nodded, setting the vessel back down on the tray to remind yourself to take it back with you when you leave. "I don't believe I've ever served a man who didn't prefer sake." you mused with a small smile.

"I'm not other men," he answered shortly.

"Yes, you're entirely different..." you sighed with glowing cheeks, pouring his tea. "You're a true and honorable gentleman, I can tell."

For the first time since the pair had come in, the traveler smiled- smirked even. It was a cocky look that sent a shiver down your spine when you glanced up and his found sharp amber eyes staring back. "You're quite forward for a service girl, aren't you?"

Your eyes blew wide at his comment and your cheeks caught fire which spread even to the tips of your ears. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak so freely!" Somehow in your anxious haste, you'd lost your grasp on the tea kettle in your hand, and you quickly lunged forward to catch it, luckily saving it before it could spill- or worse, shatter.

Unfortunately, your cheer for victory was incredibly short-lived by the hiss of your guest, who had begun tugging his clothes away from his body. Stream rose from his torso and you went pale. It seemed that, in your rush to catch the kettle, you'd reached over the table and knocked the freshly poured cup of hot tea into the poor man's stomach.

Without a second thought, you immediately crawled over, pulling a handkerchief from the chest of your kosode and began dabbing at his chest and stomach, profusely apologizing all while. You could feel him tense beneath your touch, rigid an no longer wriggling form the discomfort of the steaming liquid coating his skin. To his horror, in your haste, you began to tug at his sleeves, pulling them off his shoulders slightly.

"I'm so very sorry, sir!" you cried, beginning to disrobe him. "I'm so clumsy! I swear I'll make this right, let me just-" you continued, untying his belt, his protests completely lost on you in your panicked state. "I'll take your clothes and launder them, free of charge! A-And I'll get you a full refund on your stay!"

"N-no, please," the man began to tremble, breath caught in his throat as you inched him closer and closer to nudity. "It's fine, all's forgiven, there's no need to-" His hands felt heavy as he tied to pry you away, and by the time he'd gathered the ability to calm himself, you'd already stopped. You were entirely frozen as the fabric of his shirt felt from your hand.

"I-I..." you sputtered, unsure of what to say, or even if to speak at all. You'd rather just stay frozen.

"I-I appreciate the offer to launder my clothes, but please," the traveler gave an exacerbated sigh, "Let me undress myself."

You slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact as he gripped his garment closed and gingerly traced the hem of it and where it fell on his chest. Suddenly, out of his peripheral, he watched you lift something off the floor, setting the object in his lap. Then he realized, you weren't looking at his body. Glancing down, he noticed his glasses, folded neatly and resting in the creased crotch of his baggy pants.

"Get out." he snapped, finally putting himself into gear. "I will leave my clothes outside my door for you to wash. Have them back to me as soon as possible. And yes, you will be refunding my stay." he seethed as you instantly jumped up and hurried out of the room.

-----

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mizu stressed, pacing the room, and tugging at her hair. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her clothes were ruined, she'd at least have to wash them in some creek somewhere. But then, what about Ringo? She could leave him, but knowing him, he'd find her and lecture her about the importance of facing your problems instead of running from them. She'd forced you out before she'd had a chance to read your reaction, but then again, she'd never experienced a good one. You were probably on your way to tell someone- or worse, inform authorities on her whereabouts.

Even worse, she could her her chest bindings beginning to soak with tea, creating a terrible moist feeling between her breasts. She'd have to change the bandages, lest her skin begin to chafe. With every odd stacked against her leaving, she decided to stay. You only knew of her eye color, after all. At least you hadn't figured out all of her secrets.

All she had to do was keep her body hidden and charm you into not telling about her eyes, she could do this. You were tripping all over yourself over one snarky comment, surly she could convince you to keep quiet, right?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there will be a part two coming (hopefully) soon, which I will link in this post when it is finished! Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this, it really helps encourage me to continue, and with this being a fandom for me to write for, it helps a lot to know what y'all interact with most!

[pyract0]

Showering with Hsr men!

☪Based off this post of mine! ☪No defined gender or pronouns, referred to as "you", nothing explicit just fluff/ romantic scenes, established relationships, I have a terrible habit of writing when I'm real tired and I don't proof read so expect mistakes (if I catch them later they will be edited) ☪Includes: Jing yuan, Sunday, Boothill ☪Might do a part 2 with the rest of the characters, just had more initial ideas for these 3

ׂ╰┈➤ -`♡´- Jing yuan A deep chuckle resounded within the spacious bathroom, like a symphony reaching your ears as you glared at the culprit. Jing yuan.

Your gaze returned to your outstretched hand in front of you, the back of your hand at the mercy of the constant, unwavering flow of steaming water. You felt another yelp crawl up your throat as you returned to the previous eye contact you helped, watching his signature smug smirk never falter.

Luckily the pain wasn't that extreme, or a certain general would be demoted to sleeping on the pristine couch in the living room instead of curled up beside you like a napping feline. You felt the careful grasp on your wrist before it registered in your vision, being tugged forward into a warm embrace as the water bounced off Jing yuans broad shoulders before making contact with you. Guess he's good for something... being a shield.

You caught yourself snickering at your own joke as a large hand came to cradle the back of your head, pulling the side of your face against his chest as a hum reverberated through. Despite the comforting warmth from the arms wrapped tightly around your body, you forced yourself backwards as to allow yourself enough space to actually clean yourself. Your own palms ran across your body, starting at your arms as you lathered a thin layer of your scented body wash. You watched in a trance as the suds disappeared in almost an instant, flowing down your limbs towards the drain. Deciding to put off washing your hair for today, deducing later to be a more suitable time you turned to your boyfriend. Simply put, Jing yuan was... struggling. His fingers seemed to get caught a mere inch from his scalp as he tried coating the strands with his shampoo. Despite the look of annoyance that quickly plastered onto your features, this wasn't exactly unusual. An exasperated sigh pulled from your parted lips as you pointed to the tiled floor. "Sit"

Despite the look on his face that felt like he wanted to argue, he sat without much of a fight, much like a scolded child who knows they've done wrong. You welcomed the slight pressure against your thighs as his head leaned back against you, giving you a better angle to thread your nimble fingers through his thick hair and massage the product into his scalp. Your fingernails gently scratched as your ran your hands through, effectively achieving your goal.

You carefully lowered yourself to your knees behind his frame, moving your attention to the hair that fell over his shoulders and seemed to flow down his back like a waterfall, making sure to be gentle when working to untangle the mess of knots. The longer you remained seated in the same spot, the further you felt Jing yuan put his weight back onto you, clearly dozing off. Instead of complaining, you decided to hold off for now and finish off your job, effectively working through his hair until it was manageable. You pushed yourself to your feet and in an instant, watched as Jing yuan sat up as if his life flashed before his eyes when his body slouched backwards. You could hear him rise to his feet beside you as you washed the bubbles from your hands, giving him your attention as you felt his gaze piercing the side of your skull. "Thank you for the help, darling" His voice help a level of deep rooted affection as he pressed his lips to your temple, moving the hair from your face before moving to place a loving kiss to your lips before stepping out.

ׂ╰┈➤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday

Unnaturally soft hands caressed your sides, cold without the usual gloves that encased them. You could feel Sundays chest pressed into your back, fluttering wings and soft grey hair tickling your neck as he placed small pecks on your shoulder.

Your fingers interlocked with the ones wrapped around your waist, leaning back into the soothing embrace. A comforting silence filled the large room as you both remained unmoving in each others company, being a much needed moment to relax. Being the head of the family wasn't an easy feat for Sunday, but if it meant he could fall into your arms at end of the day, he'd do it for eternity.

You carefully began to remove your hand from his grasp, turning your body to face his. You moved to cup his face, cradling him like he was the most precious thing you could lay your eyes on. His golden eyes met yours as you pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, leaning back as you released him from your hold. He seemed to get the idea, moving to grab the products for your hair before applying a generous amount to his palm. You could hear as he rubbed his hands together behind your back before his thin fingers started to run through your hair, taking his time to give extra attention into scrubbing your scalp. Your eyes closed as you leaned your head back into his touch, ignoring his angelic laugh at your actions. The touch came to a stop, unthreading from your hair as you felt the warm water hit your back, washing the suds from your hair as Sunday placed his hands on your sides momentarily. "All done, angel"

You gave a thankful hum as you grabbed the specialised shampoo from the holder, spinning as you popped open the cap. Sunday Knowingly lowered his head for you, giving you full access to his wings as you started gently massaging the delicate feathers. Your nails ran over certain spots, using the ends to gently preen through his wings as they fluttered at the special attention. You made sure to be careful around his piercings, not wanting to cause discomfort to the sensitive patch within the soaked feathers. You carefully moved to the opposing wing, repeating your manoeuvring around the appendage. You took a step back as you finished up, happy with your work before moving to the next step of rinsing off the layers of applied cleanser. Before you could do as planned, you watched his wings twitch initially, before he began rousing his wings rapidly. "Wait, Sund-" Your words got cut short at the stinging pain that that infiltrates your eyes, bubbled landing on face. Your scream got cut short as you began quickly rubbing your eyes, gathering soap in your cupped hands before moving it to your face in quick succession. Sunday, despite feeling bad for what had happened, couldn't help but chuckle at your demise. Your excessive cursing only added to his amusement, forcing him to lean on the wall for support before he fell from how aggressively he was shaking. Your now red eyes glared at his quivering form, seconds away form attacking the halovian in one way or another. Upon seeing the displeased look on your face, he lifted his hands in mock surrender before moving towards you once again. His palms gently cupped your cheeks, fingers wrapping around the sides of your head like vines as he pulled your face towards his. His lips were soft against your own, moving against yours for a moment before moving back before an apologetic smile overcame his features. "I'm sorry, my dove. I'll try and be more careful next time"

ׂ╰┈➤ • ➵ ✩ Boothill Boothill has naturally met many couples in his travels as of recent, and a topic that stuck with him has of something more intimate. Showering together. It seemed... comforting. Being able to unwind within arms reach of each other, being able to hold you close and talk about his day in a different setting. With that revelation, his mind was set up. He was going to ask and it today was perfect. He watched from the barstool at your kitchen counter as you dragged your fatigued body through the living room, pressing your lips against his cheek as you walked past him before settling into the kitchen. Boothill watched intrigued as you sluggishly made yourself a hot drink, likely highly caffeinated, to try and wake yourself up. I mean, hot water would wake you right? He sat impatiently on his stool, stalking you like a hawk as he waited for you to realise he was practically begging for your attention silently. After what seemed like an eternity to Boothill (about 2.5 minutes), your eyes landed on his sharkish grin as you cocked an eyebrow at him. You may have been tired, but you'd have to be on the verge of death not not realise his enthusiasm that basically radiated off him. "So sugar, I was thinkin'. What do ya think about showerin' with lil' ol me" You gave him a continuously flow of owlish blinks as you thought over his proposal, something in you telling you it was a bad idea but you couldn't answer why. As much as you wanted to listen to the yelling in your head, the look of pure, unfiltered joy on the cowboys face fizzled out and possible doubts that you had. bad idea

You gave a half-assed shrug before placing down your mug, started your trek towards the bathroom nestled into the corner of your shared house. Before you could make it far, Boothills hand latched onto your wrist, smooth metal cooling the area within an instant. Your movement doubled in pace as the cyborg pulled you along, practically swinging the door off it's hinges, earning a scolding from you. You got undressed significantly faster than your partner, opting to step in first and choose an appropriate temperature for the pressurised water. After the water warmed to your liking, you stood in place with your eyes closed momentarily as you heard Boothills heavy steps making their way over to you. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck perk up, barely feeling his metallic fingertips graze your waist before a jolt is sent through your body, your vision turning blurring at the edges before you feel your consciousness slip from you. • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩ • ➵ ✩

Boothill wasn't one to freak out, no of course not. He was a galaxy ranger, he lived life on the edge and with little regard for anything. Yet here he sat, watching you lay unconscious on your shared couch with the bandages he messily wrapped around the electrothermal burn that sat on your side. As soon as he saw you waking up, he fell forward onto your chest, rubbing his cheek against it and stuttering out apologies. "Oh fudge sweetheart, I didn' think 'bout it. I forkin' forgot I couldn't go in the water" It took you a moment to register what was happening, only feeling the tight grip of arms around your waist and a face rubbing against your abdomen. You listened to him babble on in sheer panic as you started chuckling. Mistaken the sudden jolts you produced as you crying, Boothill doubled down, apologising more and looking on the verge of tears. To say he felt bad was an understatement Your hand came to rest on the back of his head, running your fingers through his multicoloured strands, trying to calm down the jittery cowboy before he overheated and caused himself to short circuit.

He refused to look up and meet your eyes despite your encouragement, pushing himself further into your chest and wrapping his arms impossibly tighter around your back. At the feeling of you placing a loving kiss to his hairline, tilting his chin as you leaned to place a more firm one on his lips, feeling his sharp teeth graze your lower lip as he melted into the kiss. Upon meeting your gaze, Boothill could see the pure amusement in your eyes at his actions, causing him to huff as he loosened his iron grip wrapped around your waist. "I'm sorry though darlin', maybe somethin' else next time"

ׂ╰┈➤ Note Cooked this up in like 2 hours at like 2am, hope y'all enjoy though •ᴗ•

[noirsdoll]

-> pretty please? part one

all aboard! | the dinner party | room for three

pairing: curly x reader

words: 4.2k

tags: rape, drugging, implied/referenced abuse, mentions of baby trapping, mentions of jimmy being an asshole, reader is so much worse, no crash au, anya hate (im sorry), poor curly

notes: um… first post ever? so nervous but uhhh wanted to write a reader who is literally jimmy but hates everything jimmy is and wants to fuck curly. parallels!! i want curly so bad oh my godddd

writing style + some ideas inspired by @rimqueen !! go check out her stuff she is amazing!!

read it on ao3

Dumb, blond and pretty. Tears bead along his waterline, the prettiest sobs choking from his throat. Blond hair curls on his chest, frames that perfect cock. He looks like a picture, the type of fantasy you’d cook up with your hand between your legs.

Curly gazes up at you like he’s been stabbed, but he’s the one stabbing you. He stuffs you full of cock, it’s impossible not to prod at your cervix with the angle you’ve gotten him in, seated in his lap. He winces when he feels it. You moan.

The quiet hum of the Tulpar displaces your sound and that soft slide of skin on skin. Curly’s eyes are so far gone, so distant. The sharp points of your nails drag along the doughy parts of him. You salivate thinking about the muscle hidden underneath it all— muscle he could use to fight back, but he’s far too kind for that.

The perfect captain, reduced to a mess, reduced to nothing, reduced to fat tits and big hands and meaty thighs. You smile, thumbing his kiss-swollen lips. You go back in for seconds, he lets you because that’s his responsibility.

Delicate like tripwire, you’ve walked circles around him, poked and prodded at him. He keens like a dog when you scratch behind the ears. Poor thing, it’s not his fault. It’s you who kept thinking about it. Getting filled up by his fat cock till it bulges out of your belly, seeing his fingers wind in the sheets to stop himself from moving into you.

His pretty eyes are glazed over, you tap his cheek and he comes to. Curly looks at you, he’s really crying now, big globs cascading down his face. You wipe them away, shush him like a baby, stretched so impossibly on his dick that it’s hard to focus.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you whisper, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

He sniffles and says nothing, leaving you to stew in your guilt. You’re not guilty, you were just too eager. He’ll forgive you for this once you’re done.

Curly doesn’t meet your eyes at the morning meeting. He addresses everyone else with that worn smile of his. The one that had heat coiling in your stomach, the one you had to ruin. Split open on your fingers, the shine of spit on his pouty lips.

Swansea, Jimmy, Daisuke, that bitch Anya. She says something and he laughs, that perfect glimmer of pearly whites. Not that same pretty shade of white his cum is, you remember the way he went red as it dripped out of you. You hope it got you pregnant, then he’ll have no reason to talk to her.

You approach them both, unable to hide your grin when Curly locks up like a sore muscle. “Anya, good morning!”

She turns to look at you, a bashful smile on her face. “Oh, good morning!”

“I was doing inventory on our stock, there’s a bottle of sleeping pills missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” Absolute bullshit on your part, you just need her gone.

To your surprise, Anya’s face drains in colour. Seems there was some truth to your words. “There is? I’ll go check on that right away.” She turns and leaves immediately.

You glance at Curly. “Looks like she’ll be missing the meeting. I don’t mind filling her in afterwards.”

He glares at you. It’s a new expression, but it gets you soaked all the same. “What are you doing?”

“Did you have fun last night?” You’re giddy just thinking about it, replaying every moment of it in a pornographic loop— you don’t know why Curly chose to be a captain when he’d fare much better in front of a camera.

He crosses his arms, looking away. “It’s not happening again.” Curly’s eyes are more sunken than normal.

“You didn’t like it? Not even a little?” Despite everything, your heart sinks a little. Not enough to discourage you, of course, but you like to think you’re fairly pretty. He must be a narcissist, one with a type for airheads like Anya.

“I have work to do. Go help Anya.” He leaves to pilot the ship.

Jimmy takes that as an invitation to sidle up next to you. “What’s up with him?”

You glance at him in disgust. There’s something leering about Jimmy’s gaze, the way he oversees the rest of the crew with an air of superiority. Not to mention how he looks at Anya like he’s mentally undressing her. You might hate her, but you hate Jimmy more.

“Sleeping pills, really?” Curly already told him off when Anya originally came forward about Jimmy— you’re surprised he didn’t do something rash like crash the ship. Seems like now he’s employing new techniques on her.

“Keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing over at Swansea and Daisuke, who are clearly much more engrossed in bolts and nuts and whatever engineers talk about.

“I’m telling Curly.” To help him feel less alone.

Jimmy scoffs. “He already knows.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing. He’s got the resilience of pillow fluff.” He shrugs, “so I’m using sleeping pills on her now, so what?”

“You’re a monster.” You grimace.

“I’m a man with needs. The Pony Express should give us fleshlights or something if they really cared.” Jimmy glances down at you. “Or dildos, I guess.”

What a prick. You’re surprised he hasn’t been put in a holding cell yet. You head down to the medbay to check on Anya. She’s sitting at the table, staring down at the inventory list.

You take the seat across from her. “Everything okay?”

She jumps at the sound. Anya quickly scrambles to put away the list. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You’re unsure how to gently breach the subject, so you just flat out say it. “Jimmy told me.”

She stops what she’s doing, her eyes trembling as she looks at you. “Oh, he did?”

“That’s where the missing pills were from. Not sure how you want to record that on the log, but uh…,” you trail off. “Curly isn’t going to do anything about it, trust me.” You also just want her to back off from him.

Anya sinks back into her seat, forlorn. “I know… I just, I don’t know what else to do.”

“Hey, I’ll keep an eye out for you, yeah?” You say, softly. “It’s the two of us women on this ship. We should look out for each other.” You’re not sure where this is coming from. You think you’d rather foil whatever Jimmy plans to do to her than actually help her.

She nods, a hopeful smile on her face. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“No, really,” she insists. “You’re a good person.”

Your smile falls. “See you around, Anya.”

You slip the sleeping pills out from Jimmy’s pocket when he isn’t looking. You drop a couple in Curly’s evening coffee. He drinks one at the same time every night. You don’t know why he bothers– the beans are all stale and it tastes more like cardboard than anything. He’s a man of habit, you guess.

When he starts nodding off at dinner, it’s your cue to help him to his quarters. You make a few teasing remarks about your tired captain to displace any suspicion. Jimmy gives you a knowing look.

Curly’s big and heavy, just like his cock. Curse of the sleeping pills— it’s soft. You settle for dragging your slit down the length of it, coating it in slick. This isn’t as fun as seeing him cry or seeing any of his reactions, but you’re not one to complain. You grab at his tits, sucking a pretty bruise into his pale skin. It blooms like a flower underneath his collarbone.

His cock twitches as you finish the hickey, nudging your clit and pushing you over the edge. You finish yourself off, getting up and off of him and doing up his clothes as best as you can. You dip out of his room like nothing happened, a pleased grin on your face.

It’ll be up to him to notice what you did.

It’s the weekend. Daisuke’s brought out his gaming console— a retro one that probably costs a shit-ton of money. You envy his ability to not have to care about finances. This freighter is like a summer camp to him.

He’s beaten you a handful of times now, but you’ve made peace with the fact he’ll always be better than you at video games. Gotta let the guy have one thing going for him in his life.

You hear the sound of the automatic doors opening. It’s Swansea. “Alright, kid. Playtime’s over. I got a motherboard with your name on it.”

“What?” Daisuke whines. “But it’s literally the weekend!”

He stops by the back of the couch, hands on his hips. “Learning ain’t pause for nobody. Meet me in the Utility Room after you’re done with that round.”

“Ugh, fine.” He sighs, turning back to the screen with much less enthusiasm.

“It can’t be all that bad,” you say, eyes on the screen as you button-mash to no avail.

“Swansea’s super smart but like, it’s impossible to see what he’s doing ‘cause his hands are so big. Then he gets upset when I mess up.”

“Have you tried telling him that?”

He nods earnestly. “I have, I swear! Swansea just doesn’t care.

Daisuke looks like he wants to say more, but he’s stopped by something on your right. You turn away from the game, ignoring your character dying, to see Curly standing there. He looks livid.

“Meet me in the cockpit. Now.”

On your way there, Jimmy bumps shoulders with you, you feel him take the sleeping pills from your uniform pocket, lacking any sort of sleight of hand. Joke’s on him— you swapped them out for Tic-Tacs. Anya’s going to have minty fresh breath.

As you step into the cockpit, Curly starts to unbutton the collar of his uniform, swivelling in his chair to face you.

You pause in the doorway. “Woah, not even gonna say hello first?”

He huffs, exposing the bruise you left on his chest. “What is this?”

You plop down in Jimmy’s chair, propping your feet up on the dash. “I dunno, what is it, Captain?”

He leans back in his seat, running a hand down his face. “I said we had to stop, you didn’t listen—”

“You didn’t listen when Anya came forward about Jimmy.” You shrug.

Curly turns to look at you. “That’s what this is all about? Anya?” He asks warily.

“No,” you lean toward him, over the little partition separating both your chairs, “I think you’re cute.”

He grimaces, doing his uniform back up. “And I think you’re a pain in my side.”

“You don’t like me back, Curly?”

“Captain,” he corrects you.

“Captain,” you bat your eyelashes, “I told you I didn’t want to hurt you. I meant it.” You reach over and put a hand on his thigh. He freezes up. “I just want you to feel good. That’s it.”

He looks away toward the display. His eyes are watering. “You’re just like him.”

That makes you pause. “What?”

“Jimmy. You and him, you’re the same,” he repeats, turning to look at you, his jaw set.

You frown, he can’t be serious. “Him? I’m nothing like him, I would never.” Curly’s just trying to distract you.

You get on your knees in front of him. “Are you trying to tell me that you have a thing for your best friend?” Resting your cheek on his thigh, you run your fingers along his stomach. He’s so warm, he could be your own personal space heater if he let you close enough to snuggle in his lap.

“God,” he sighs, spreading his legs wider. “You don’t give up, do you?”

You shake your head, grinning. You knew he was gonna give in eventually. You’ve always been praised for your resilience, and it’s really paying off. Curly’s cock is heavy in your mouth, weighing down your tongue.

You play with your food, circling the fat head with your tongue before you take it all down your throat. Curly’s hips shift, he knocks the back of your throat and you gag.

Glancing up at Curly, he looks almost conflicted, lips pulled in a thin line as he looks on. You sink deeper down then, his passiveness splits into a moan. That pretty face of ecstasy.

You watch every minute shift in his expression, drooling slick into your panties. Fuck, he’s hot, in the way men shouldn’t be. The top button of his uniform strains against the size of his tits, they’re bigger than yours.

Trailing your mouth down, you run your tongue along the seam of his balls. Curly’s dick rests on your brow bone as you try to fit them in your mouth. Your lips split and your eyes roll back at the taste. He smells like musk and something so Curly that has your thighs rubbing together.

Eventually, you get to your feet, fumbling with the myriad of buttons on your uniform before you seat yourself in his lap. Your cunt’s leaving a wet spot on the fabric, you can’t help it.

Leaning closer, you kiss Curly soft, slow. He lets you do it more than he reciprocates, but every soft movement of his lips has your heart going in your chest.

You pull away, his forehead against yours, and if you close your eyes, you can pretend like this is some form of romantic, because it should be— that’s what you deserve for your hard work.

“Do you like me now, Curly?” You smile shakily, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his cock.

He looks like he’s two seconds away from crying, but at this point he always does. You kiss away his brewing tears. You can be gentle, you could be so good for him. He just needs to see it.

You throw your arms around him and kiss him harder, trying to show your sincerity. Your pussy’s pressed right up against his cock, your heartbeats match.

If he doesn’t understand, you’ll make him.

It’s nighttime when you finally finish up with your work and you’re able to head back to your quarters. On your way you hear noises of a struggle. You stop and peer out from around the corner.

It’s Jimmy. He’s got his hand around Anya’s throat. She’s got two hands on his forearm, trying to pull him off. Then he shoves her back against the wall, her head meets the metal with an ugly clang. Anya goes limp in his grip, sobbing.

As the automatic doors close behind them, the sound abruptly cuts off. Are the quarters sound-proof? You leave with your newfound information.

Daisuke would’ve been so much better for you, you think as you watch him. He’s soldering something, you don’t know what. You’re sitting far enough away to not need goggles. Daisuke’s so simple. Nothing to worry about in his life, bouncing around from this internship to his video games and back again. If you came onto him, he wouldn’t complain.

Curly’s making himself choose between you and authority when he could have both. You’ve never made him choose either. He’s got no one else on this ship that would care for him the way you would, the way you’ve been trying to show him.

He doesn’t get it, you lament, that’s why he said you were like Jimmy. You’re not like him. You’re good. That’s what Anya said. Anya, who got her brain knocked around while you just watched.

It wasn’t any of your business. You did help her. You didn’t let Jimmy get the sleeping pills. Though that might be the reason she was walking funny. Whatever, she probably deserved it. At least she’s staying away from Curly now.

The buzz of the soldering iron stops and Daisuke slides up his protective mask. “Wanna see what I’m working on?”

You nod and get up to look. It’s a tiny metal Polle. The shaping is a little crude, but it’s very impressive.

“How long did that take you?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, like, a couple hours? I make stuff like this when Swansea gives me free time.”

“Maybe you’re better suited for this than engineering.”

Daisuke looks at you. “You think so? My mom wants me to be an engineer.”

“Who cares what she says? Do what you want.”

He blinks for a moment before he nods, resolute. “Okay.”

Heading out of the Utility Room, you see Curly and Anya in the hallway. Curly’s got a hand on either side of her, the illusion of a comforting embrace.

“I’ll fix this, don’t worry.” He whispers, but you hear it all the same.

“Are you cheating on me?!” You exclaim, rushing towards them. You shove Curly away from her and get in between them, he staggers back in confusion.

“I’m not— We’re not—,”

You glance at Anya, pleading your case. “He made me do things. Things I didn’t want to do.” You glare at Curly. “And now what, you’re gonna try it with every girl on the Tulpar?”

“What are you talking about?” Curly asks.

“Don’t play dumb, Captain. Anya, I told you I’d look out for you. I told you that you should’ve stayed away from him, he’s a jerk, he’s—“

“I’m pregnant.” She says, eyes downcast.

You fall silent, blinking at her. “What?” You turn to Curly. “How could you—?”

“It’s Jimmy’s.” He says. “I’m going to talk to him. Again.” Curly leaves, glaring at you over his shoulder.

Something shatters inside you, and you don’t know why. You ignore it, because all you can see is Anya. Anya with a little rape baby growing inside her, Anya with a court case and Anya with money and all you can think about is how goddamn lucky she is.

She sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Her makeup never runs, despite everything, but her eyes are bloodshot. Tentatively, she hugs you. Your heart stops, confusion and what your body mistakes as guilt running through you.

Anya wraps her arms around herself, staring down at the rusted floors. “We’ve got each other’s backs, right?”

You nod, fighting everything in you that makes your face want to wrinkle with disgust. “Yeah.”

“I have… enough painkillers to…,” she winces, burying her face in her hands. “Please. I want you to tell me not to do it.”

You stare at her for a moment, so long that she meets your eyes again. “What else would I say?”

“I don’t know… you and I, we’re the same, aren’t we?” Anya smiles shakily. “You’ve got Curly and I’ve got Jimmy. You’re okay, right?”

You’re lying to her. You keep lying to her. She’s too airheaded to know the truth. You nod. “Yeah, it really shook me up though.”

“I’ll look out for you too.”

“Thank you.” But inside, you want to laugh. She can’t even protect herself and she wants to help you?

“After what you told me about Curly, it seems like you’re the only person I can trust,” she admits quietly. “I’m grateful you’re here, y’know.”

Your words are lodged in your throat. You can’t say it back.

You’re not sure what exactly to do now. You’ve been informally declared the midwife of Anya’s moneybag, and Curly’s doing everything in his power to put space between you and him. Like he can try. There’s no restraining orders in space.

And there’s no locks on the sleeping quarters.

You dip into his room, the automatic doors opening at your whim. You expect him to be sleeping at this hour, but he’s sitting at his tiny desk, the warm light of the incandescent lamp on his golden features. Curly’s pretty like a sculpture, he barely offers you the generosity of a glance as you walk in.

You sit on his bed, his back to you. “What do you want?” He says, scribbling something in his captain’s log.

You rest your hands on your lap. You’re wearing nothing but a sheer nightdress, no point in underwear when you’re gonna take it off anyways. “I just wanted to talk.”

“You never just want to talk.” It’s an accomplishment, really, that you’ve pushed the kind-hearted captain to this level of bitterness. You’ve been breaking him down—persuading him to see your side of things, and it seems to be working.

He turns to look at you now, and that ever-present filter of exhaustion looks so good on him. “They think I assaulted you.” Curly can’t say rape, it’s kinda cute.

“A girl can dream,” you sigh. “Jimmy’s the real rapist.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m trying to hold this ship together and you and him just keep fucking things up.” He looks exasperated.

You scowl. You and him, it’s always you and him. “Don’t drag me into this. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

He shakes his head. “You and I, we…,” he cuts himself off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Curly can’t say it.

Nodding, you say, “we did. I remember you dragging me down to the cockpit and telling me to ‘get on my knees if I want to keep my job.’ That’s not very workplace appropriate, is it, Curly?”

His face pales. “You wouldn’t. That would ruin my life.”

“Anya’s life is ruined now,” you shrug.

“You don’t give a shit about Anya.”

“I don’t.” You get up, walking over to him. Running your fingers through his hair, you cup his cheek. “She’s got a suicide plan ready to go. How about I tell her to go through with it? Put the blame on both your poor leadership and Jimmy’s wandering dick, would you prefer that?”

“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Curly looks up at you, bewildered.

“You. That’s all I want, Curly. You make it so difficult.”

—

You are the hurricane that has blazed through his life. You are what brings out the worst parts in him, what makes him sink into himself and hide. Not Jimmy, not Anya, not Pony Express’s termination. You. It all comes back to you.

Curly thought you were just another Jimmy, he attracts them like a magnet. That’s what he told you, hoping to spark an ounce of self-realization. But you’re something much worse. You don’t hide, you don’t need to. Every fault will end with the blame on his shoulders.

You have made him so many things he never imagined himself being. A rapist? He’s not– he would never hurt someone, especially not a woman. But here he is, his hands balling into fists, rage blurring his thoughts as much as his vision.

Curly gets up out of his chair, he towers over you because he is a man and you are nothing. He is the captain and you are a subordinate who gets off on biting the hand that feeds you. He hates punishment in every form, he much prefers talking, but words don’t work around you.

And this is the thing that finally scares you. Because he knows that you know that no one can hear you in these sound-proof quarters.

Curly tosses you onto his mattress, you yelp and your eyes go wide, you push at his chest but he is more muscle than he isn’t. Under your dress is your leaking chasm of a pussy. Of course, you’re turned on even now, because every wire in your brain is so dutifully crossed.

A hand around your throat is sufficient work for holding you down, your blunt nails drag along the corded muscle of his forearms. You look so small, so negligible.

Maybe Curly understands Jimmy just a little, just enough to not actually be like him. Fortunately for you, the look of fear in your eyes is enough to satiate him. He lets go of you, sitting back on his heels and staring at the mess between your legs. No blood, he wouldn’t do that to you. Jimmy would, and he is so far from Jimmy.

It’s sobering, this feeling, much better than any attempt at therapy. He feels sane, like he’s been given something tangible to latch onto and it’s you, what he can inflict on you.

You’re not crying, but you’re visibly shaken. You drag your knees up to your chest, crowded against the headboard in a sorry attempt to put distance between you and him. You swallow, your eyes never leaving him, as you come to the realization that he could be so much more than you give him credit for.

“Hey, come here.” He pulls you closer because that is the easiest thing to do. It’s Curly who apologizes, Curly who strokes your hair and makes love to you the way you have been begging him to.

Because that is his responsibility.

[yanderestarangel]

hiiii now I can finally make my request here!

just imagine having mirror sex with gentle dom!tomas: this + calling him daddy, size difference and some breeding kink too = *chef's kiss*

TW: Unprotected sex, breedkink, smut, NSFW, ftm reader, afab anatomy, nicknames, exhibitionism, daddykink, dom!tomas, v!sex, size kink.

Tomas found himself in his own room, his body pressed against the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. His naked form was a sight to behold, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as you awaited his touch. He couldn't resist the urge to claim it once again, this time in his own sanctuary. You could barely reach his chest, he towered over you, ready to take you right there.

When you called him “daddy,” Tomas’ eyes darkened with desire. He loved the way the title rolled off your tongue, the sweetness in his voice sending shivers down his spine. With a grunt, he thrust into you from behind, his cock sliding inside your bare cunt. He intended to breed you, marking you as his in the most primal way.

“Look at us, baby,” he ordered, his breath hot on your ear. "Watch as I fill you with my cum, possessing you completely." His fingers dug into your hips, keeping you steady as he began to thrust harder, his thrusts getting stronger with each passing moment.

The sight of your bodies entwined in the mirror was nothing short of erotic. Your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. "It's almost unfair how perfectly you fit me... I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't imagine life without me inside you." As Tomas continued to fuck you, his grip on your hips tightened. He reveled in the feel of your small, delicate body in his hands, knowing he could crush you if he wanted to.

"That's it, baby," he praised, "Take it all. Show me how well you can handle my cock." He watched as his shaft disappeared into your tight hole, each thrust making your smaller body jiggle and bounce in front of him.

"You're so small and delicate..," he murmured, his voice full of desire. "Still, you can take my cock like a pro. I'm proud of you oh- fuck my little one..." He began to thrust faster, his balls slapping your clit with each powerful thrust. Tomas forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes locked on yours as he pounded into you relentlessly. You could see the raw passion reflected in both of his expressions, the lust and intensity etched across your faces. He couldn't get enough of the way your body squeezed his cock, your body willingly accepting his dominance. He easily lifted you off the ground, your feet tried to touch the surface again ── However, in vain, Vrbada was handling you easily, just like a rag doll. This new angle allowed him greater access to your pussy, his cock sliding in and out with ease. Your moans filled the room, a sweet symphony.

"You take me so well baby boy... I-I could fuck you all night long and never get enough-" He began to thrust faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet slapping sound. Each thrust caused your breasts to bounce, their fullness a stark contrast to your slender frame.

"Cum on daddy's cock angel. Show me how much you need it.. - fucking hell baby... I'm going to breed in your beautiful pussy, you're going to accept everything like a good boy, aren't you?" His thrusts grew more urgent, his cock pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. As your orgasm washed over you, Vrbada felt your walls tighten around him, the rhythmic contractions coaxing him towards his own release. He lets out a guttural moan, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts into you with one final, powerful thrust. He could feel the warmth of his cum spilling deep inside you, filling you up as he marked you as his own. He continued to thrust into you, ensuring that every last drop of his seed was buried deep within your pussy.

"Daddy's here with you, my good boy..." he murmured. "You took all of my cum so well. Such a good, obedient boy for daddy." He peppered kisses along your forehead, his lips lingering there as he held you close. You weren't going to rest until he filled you completely that night, he would only be satisfied when he ran out of cum, spilling it all in your cute pussy.<3

[ms-snape]

I really want jealous reader. 😂 Imagine Severus and reader are on romantic dinner and some girl start flirting with Sev in front of reader. Reader is really jealous but Severus can handle the situation perfectly.

Title: Jealousy

Warning: Jealous reader

Words Count: 2500+

Masterlist

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The ambiance in the dimly lit restaurant was tranquil, softened by the warm glow of candles flickering atop the white-clothed tables. The scent of roasted garlic and herbs wafted through the air, mingling with the faint sound of a string quartet playing a lilting melody in the corner. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering flames, creating a cozy intimacy that enveloped Severus Snape and Y/N.

Y/N glanced across the table at Severus, her heart swelling as she observed the way the candlelight played upon his features. His dark hair framed his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his obsidian eyes, which bore the weight of countless secrets and unspoken desires. Tonight, he wore a deep green dress robe that made his pale skin appear even more luminous, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly elegant he looked.

“Is the meal to your satisfaction?” Severus asked, his voice low and smooth, pulling her from her reverie. His gaze held a hint of curiosity as he leaned slightly closer, the flickering candlelight illuminating the contours of his face.

“It’s perfect, Sev” she replied, her voice warm with affection. “But I think the company is even better.” A smile spread across her lips, and she reached across the table to entwine her fingers with his.

Severus's expression softened for a brief moment, and the corners of his mouth turned upward in a rare smile. Y/N's heart fluttered at the sight. In moments like this, they were simply two souls lost in each other, separated from the harsh realities of the world outside.

But as if the universe had conspired to shatter this blissful moment, the waitress approached their table, her demeanor bright and flirty, her hair bouncing as she moved with a confident sway. Dressed in a form-fitting black dress, she exuded an effortless charm that filled the air with a tingle of tension.

“Good evening! Can I get you anything else?” Her voice was melodious, each syllable laced with an alluring undertone as she focused her gaze on Severus. “You look absolutely dashing tonight,” she continued, her eyes sparkling as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaning slightly over the table, her chest almost touching the surface.

Y/N’s heart sank, and a flicker of irritation ignited within her. She could feel her fingers tightening around Severus’s as she forced herself to maintain a neutral expression, desperately trying to mask the sudden rush of jealousy that flooded her system. Why did this woman think she could just flirt with him like that? Did she not see they were having a private moment?

Severus, however, remained unfazed. He straightened in his seat, maintaining a regal composure that spoke volumes of his self-assured nature. “Thank you,” he replied, his tone cool and measured. “I would appreciate it if you could bring us the dessert menu.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, and Y/N marveled at how effortlessly he dismissed the flirtation without any hint of discomfort.

The waitress seemed momentarily taken aback by his disinterest, but she quickly regained her composure. “Of course! I’ll be right back.” With a final flutter of her eyelashes, she turned on her heel, strutting away with an air of confidence that only deepened Y/N's feelings of envy.

“Y/N?” Severus’s voice cut through her thoughts, laced with a slight concern as he noticed her sudden change in demeanor. “Are you alright?”

She forced a smile, though it felt tight and strained. “Of course, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice slightly sharper than she intended. “Just… enjoying the ambiance.”

His dark eyebrows knitted together in concern, and Y/N could see him weighing her words carefully. “You don’t seem fine,” he remarked, his tone gentle yet probing. “If there’s something on your mind, you can share it with me.”

With a deep breath, she wrestled with her emotions, knowing that if she didn’t speak now, the bitterness would only fester. “It’s just… that waitress. She was really… enthusiastic.”

Severus’s expression shifted slightly, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Enthusiastic?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied, her voice rising slightly in indignation. “She was practically throwing herself at you! And you just sat there and took it.”

“Hardly,” he countered, his tone now more serious as he leaned closer. “I did no such thing. I merely answered her questions.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “It just felt like she was trying to get your attention. You could have at least looked a little uncomfortable!”

His expression softened again, and he reached for her hand, gently coaxing her fingers open to entwine them with his. “You know how I feel about you, don’t you? Nothing can change that.”

At that moment, the waitress returned, her presence cutting through the tension like a knife. “Here’s the dessert menu! I recommend the chocolate soufflé; it’s simply divine.” Her gaze flicked between them, and Y/N could sense the subtle challenge in her tone as if she were silently asserting her place in the evening.

Severus turned his attention to the menu, seemingly unfazed by the woman’s persistence. “Thank you,” he said, his voice curt. “We’ll take two soufflés.”

As the waitress walked away, Y/N felt a mix of resentment and gratitude. She appreciated Severus's ability to remain composed, but the weight of her jealousy threatened to choke her.

“See?” Severus said, his voice low as he leaned closer, the warmth of his presence calming her tumultuous thoughts. “I handle these matters with utmost grace.”

“Grace?” Y/N scoffed lightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Is that what you call it? I saw the way she looked at you.”

“I assure you, her gaze was nothing more than idle curiosity,” he replied, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You should know I find such attention tiresome.”

The corners of her mouth turned up, despite her earlier frustrations. “Maybe you should have told her that.”

Severus tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And deprive her of the opportunity to serve us dessert? That would be cruel.”

Y/N laughed softly, the tension in her chest easing as their banter flowed naturally once more. “I suppose you’re right. But you have to admit, it’s a little infuriating.”

He nodded, his expression turning contemplative. “Jealousy is a potent potion, Y/N. It can cloud judgment and twist thoughts.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you saying you’re above jealousy?”

“Hardly,” he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer. “But I recognize it for what it is. You, however, must understand that my heart belongs to you.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the last remnants of her jealousy dissipate under the warmth of his gaze. “I know,” she murmured, her heart swelling with love. “I just… sometimes it’s hard.”

“I understand,” Severus said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in a soothing motion. “But you must trust me. Trust in us.”

Their dessert arrived moments later, but the atmosphere had shifted, the tension easing as they focused on each other rather than the past few moments. The chocolate soufflé was decadent, but Y/N’s focus remained on Severus, whose eyes sparkled with mischief as he savored each bite.

“Delicious,” he commented, his voice low and rich, reminiscent of dark velvet. “Almost as good as the company.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Perhaps,” he replied, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. “But you are the one who provokes me.”

As the evening wore on, the flirtatious waitress was quickly forgotten. Y/N and Severus settled into their own rhythm, laughter mingling with tender glances, their connection deepening with each passing moment. The world outside melted away, leaving just the two of them enveloped in their own bubble of intimacy.

“Thank you for tonight,” Y/N said softly, her heart full as they finished their desserts. “I really needed this.”

Severus regarded her with warmth, his dark eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that made her breath hitch. “I would do anything for you, Y/N. You must know that.”

“I do,” she replied, her voice steady. “And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just…”

He raised a hand, silencing her words with a gentle smile. “There is nothing to apologize for. We are only human, after all.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a renewed sense of warmth wash over her as they shared this moment of vulnerability. “I just want you to know that you mean everything to me.”

Severus leaned across the table, his expression serious yet tender. “And you, my dear, are my heart. Nothing can ever change that.”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the weight of the world fell away, leaving only the purity of their connection. Y/N smiled, feeling lighter, her heart brimming with love, as Severus reached for her hand once more.

The night continued, each moment shared becoming a thread woven into the fabric of their relationship, binding them closer together. And in the face of jealousy, they had discovered the strength of their love—a bond that could weather any storm, unyielding and fierce.

As they left the restaurant, hand in hand, the moonlight illuminated their path, casting a silvery glow that felt almost magical. Y/N looked up at Severus, her heart racing as she realized how lucky she was to have him by her side, even when the world outside threatened to pull them apart.

“Promise me something,” she said, her voice steady.

“Anything,” he replied, a curious glint in his eye.

“Promise me you’ll always be honest with me, no matter what.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I promise, Y/N. Always.”

As they stepped into the cool night air, the world felt different, the earlier tension dissipating like mist under the morning sun. They walked through the cobbled streets, the soft sounds of the night embracing them. Severus’s grip on her hand was steady, a reassuring reminder of his presence.

Once they arrived at their house, the familiar sight of the imposing stone structure greeted them. Y/N took a moment to admire the way the moonlight highlighted the contours of the building, casting long shadows that whispered of the mysteries contained within. Severus led her through the entrance, the door creaking open to reveal the warmth and comfort of his sanctuary.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted again, becoming more intimate as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The flickering light from the fireplace cast a golden hue on the dark wooden furniture, and the scent of aged books and potions lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

“Would you like some tea?” Severus asked, his voice low, a subtle hint of concern lacing his tone as he surveyed her expression.

Y/N shook her head, her heart feeling full as she took a moment to appreciate the space that felt like home. “No, I’m fine. I just want to be here with you.”

He smiled, and the warmth in his gaze made her heart flutter. “Then let’s take a moment to enjoy the silence.”

They settled on the plush couch in front of the fireplace, the soft crackling of the flames providing a soothing backdrop to the evening. Y/N leaned against Severus, her head resting against his shoulder as they fell into a comfortable silence, their fingers still intertwined.

The events of the night began to replay in her mind, the initial spark of jealousy followed by the warmth of his words. “I know I shouldn’t have let her get to me,” she said softly, breaking the tranquil silence.

Severus turned his head slightly to look at her, his expression understanding. “It is only natural to feel that way, Y/N. It speaks to your feelings for me.”

Y/N smiled softly, the tension in her chest unwinding as she felt the warmth of his presence. “I guess I just worry sometimes.”

“About what?” he asked, genuinely curious as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“About losing you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like the world is trying to pull you away.”

Severus’s expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of anger surfacing at the thought of anything threatening their bond. “You need not worry about that. I am not easily swayed by superficiality. My heart is steadfast.”

Y/N looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. “I know. It’s just… the world can be cruel, and I’m afraid of losing the one thing that means everything to me.”

He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he leaned closer. “You will not lose me. I am yours, and I intend to remain so. No amount of flirting or attention from others can sway my feelings for you.”

The intensity of his gaze sent warmth coursing through her veins, and she felt her heart soar as she leaned into his touch. “Thank you for reassuring me,” she whispered.

“Always,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with promise and reassurance, a silent affirmation of their bond. As they pulled away, she could see the depth of his feelings mirrored in his dark eyes, the flicker of the fire reflecting the love they shared.

“I needed this evening more than I realized,” she admitted, her voice a gentle sigh. “It reminded me of what we have.”

Severus nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “And what we have is worth fighting for, Y/N. Worth protecting.”

She nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear, the comfort of his presence washing over her like a warm blanket. “I feel so lucky to have you,” she murmured, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments they shared.

As the night deepened, they remained entwined on the couch, the warmth of the fire casting a golden glow around them. Time seemed to stretch, each moment laden with the weight of their unspoken promises and desires.

Eventually, Y/N felt her eyelids growing heavy, lulled by the warmth of Severus beside her. “Are you tired?” he asked, his voice a gentle murmur as he noticed her drowsiness.

“Just a little,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “But I don’t want this moment to end.”

“You don’t have to. You can stay here as long as you wish,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion.

She nodded, her heart full as she settled deeper against him. “Thank you, Severus. For everything.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” he replied, his voice a low whisper. “I promise to always earn that trust.”

And as the fire crackled softly, Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, cradled in the safety of Severus’s arms. In that moment, with the world outside forgotten and the warmth of their connection enveloping them, she knew without a doubt that they would weather any storm together.

[pandapetals]

New Dress

logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, inspired by clairo's song juna, new dress, suggestive, cute

Your put on a new dress and Logan loves it.

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“C’mere.” Logan’s voice was low, a playful command threaded through the syllables, as he lounged against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes flickered over you, taking in the dress with a heat that made it hard to ignore him.

But you did.

You shook your head, biting your lip as you twisted in front of the mirror, fingers smoothing the fabric down your sides, trying to catch every angle. “Wait,” you murmured, barely glancing his way. “I just need to see if it—”

Logan pushed off the doorframe with an easy stride, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. In a few steps, he was behind you, his large frame almost swallowing your reflection. He didn’t touch you—yet. He just stood there, the weight of his presence filling the room.

“It looks good,” he said, his voice softer now, a quiet certainty in the way the words fell between you.

You let out a small huff, rolling your eyes but still turning slightly, trying to get a better view of your back in the mirror. “You say that about everything , Logan.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Because you look good in everything.” His eyes met yours in the reflection, the intensity of his gaze sending a flicker of warmth down your spine.

You hesitated, your hands dropping to your sides. “Be serious,” you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice betraying the casual banter. “What if it doesn’t—”

Logan’s hands finally moved, his fingers brushing your waist lightly, almost testing the waters. You stiffened at first, but then his grip firmed, pulling you gently back against him. His body was warm and solid, the contrast between his steady confidence and your anxious self-assessment making your heart race.

“I am being serious,” he murmured near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hands slid to your hips, guiding you so you stood still, forcing you to stop twisting and turning. “Look at yourself.”

“I am—”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice now a little more firm. “Not like that.”

He shifted slightly, lowering his head so his lips hovered just above your ear, his breath sending a shiver through you. “You always do this. You look at yourself like you’re trying to find something wrong.”

You swallowed, your pulse quickening as his words sank in. In the mirror, his eyes stayed on yours, unflinching, steady.

“But there’s nothing wrong,” he continued, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles on your hips. “Not with this dress. Not with you.”

For a second, you couldn’t look at him. Your gaze dropped, focusing on the way his fingers moved against the fabric, the way his chest felt pressed against your back. It was grounding, the way he held you as if he could sense the flutter of doubt still lingering beneath your skin.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” Logan said quietly, his voice softer now, the teasing long gone. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, the words sticking in your throat. His sincerity hit harder than you’d expected like it peeled back layers you hadn’t realized you were wearing along with the dress.

“Good.” His lips brushed the top of your head, a brief, gentle touch that left warmth in its wake. “Now let me see this dress properly.”

He shifted you slightly, making you face the mirror again. But this time, his hands didn’t leave you. He stayed close, his fingers at your waist, his eyes still on your reflection.

You looked at yourself again, but this time through his gaze—at the way the dress hugged your body, the fabric flowing over your curves as if it belonged there. And in the mirror, you saw more than just yourself. You saw the way his expression softened when he looked at you, the quiet admiration in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as if even now, he was holding back something deeper.

“It’s not just the dress, you know,” he said after a beat, his voice thick with meaning. “It’s you. You make it look good.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The room seemed smaller, quieter, as if the air between you had shifted, the playfulness melting into something heavier, more unspoken.

You exhaled the tension that had been knotting in your chest slowly unraveling under his touch. “You really think so?” you asked, still tentative, but there was a warmth creeping into your voice that hadn’t been there before.

Logan’s smirk returned, this time slower, more deliberate. “I know so.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his lips warm and soft against your skin. “Now, c’mere for real,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you fully into him, his grip more sure, more insistent.

This time, you didn’t resist.

[enchantresss97]

New Look +18

Characters: Bill Skarsgård x reader

Description: After a month apart, Bill invited you at his new movie premiere in New York, but he looks—different. The transformation leaves you breathless, igniting a fire between you both.

Warning: mature theme, SMUT, language, sex, fingering.

Word count: 3060

A/N: So, after yesterday's premiere and Bill's new look, this is a must. As I said before, I think this look of his is my favorite of all. He looks so damn good, so fucking handsome… So, fresh out of the oven, I present to you todays story. I simply couldn't resist. Hope you'll enjoy it.

New Look

It’s been a month since you last saw him. Since you last touched him. You’d FaceTimed, texted, called late into the night, but nothing compared to having him here, right in front of you.

New York is alive tonight. Flashing lights, clicking cameras, the murmur of fans crowding behind barriers. All of it blurs together as you step onto the red carpet, heels clicking against the pavement.

Bill stands a few feet away, caught in the storm of photographers and interviewers, his posture effortless yet commanding. But it’s not just the usual premiere chaos that has your breath catching.

It’s him.

Your breath catches. He looks… different. His thick, beautiful hair is gone, the hair you used to tug on when you kissed him, the thick strands he always ran his fingers through. Gone. The buzz cut sharpens every angle of his face, the brutal structure of his jaw, his cheekbones, his big green eyes. And his body…

Your fingers twitch at your sides. The lean frame you were used to has changed. His suit fits him like a damn glove, hugging his shoulders and chest in ways that make your stomach tighten. He’s filled out, broader, heavier in a way that makes your mouth go dry.

He hasn’t seen you yet, too busy charming the cameras, flashing that easy grin that makes the whole world swoon. But when he finally does catch your gaze over the chaos, his smirk deepens just slightly. The flicker of amusement. If recognition, sends a shiver down your spine.

You barely get a word in. A brush of fingers as he walks past. A murmured, “Hey, baby.” Then he’s gone again, swallowed up by flashing cameras and eager reporters.

It’s not until the after-party that you finally get him to yourself.

The venue is dimly lit, buzzing with music and laughter. Champagne flows freely, and conversations blur into a hazy hum. But all of that fades the moment you feel his presence behind you.

“I was looking for you” He said with his lips dip close to your ear.

You swallow, still speechless about his new look.

“You’re different,” you murmur, voice lower than intended.

He hums, crowding you subtly against the bar. “Good different?”

You wet your lips, still trying to process it, but your body already knows the answer. You feel warm, hot, even. A different kind of heat from the one in your cheeks.

His eyes drop to your mouth as he invades your space, close enough that the scent of him, clean, warm, unmistakably Bill floods your senses. “Cat got your tongue, baby?” His voice is thick with amusement.

You turn slightly, meeting his gaze, heartbeat thrumming. “Maybe I was just admiring the view.”

His lips quirk. He leans in just a fraction more, enough that his mouth nearly brushes your skin when he speaks. “That so?”

Your pulse jumps. You should play it coy, tease him like you always do but instead, you tilt your chin up, fingers grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You look…” Your voice drops, just for him. “So fucking good.”

His breath hitches. His eyes darken.

And then, before you can push him further, he straightens, stepping back just enough for others to hear when he says, “Can you come with me for a second? I want to show you something.”

You excuse yourself from your friends saying you’re coming back soon. Smiling and letting him take your hand, and he leads you away from the noise, down a quiet hallway.

Your heart hammers as he nudges open a door, pulling you into the dimly lit room. A private lounge, empty and waiting. The moment the door clicks shut, he’s on you.

His mouth crashes against yours, raw and hungry, his hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You gasp into him, fingers threading into the remnants of his hair,feeling a strange sensation now, nails scraping lightly over his scalp. He groans, deep and low, pressing you against the nearest wall.

When you finally break apart, your breath is ragged. “So,” you murmur, eyes locked on his, “what did you want to show me?”

His lips brush over your jaw, trailing lower, voice thick with heat when he finally answers.

“How much I’ve fucking missed you.”

Your stomach clenches. Heat floods through you, pooling deep.

His hands tighten on your hips, his mouth ghosting over yours again, teasing. “Needed to get you out of there,” he murmurs, “because I need to feel you.”

You barely manage a breath before his lips claim yours again. Deep, slow, and devastating.

The second his body presses into yours, a shudder runs through you. It’s not just the heat, not just the weight of him. It’s everything.

The absence. The waiting. The quiet ache of missing him in the dead of night, of longing for the warmth of his skin, the feel of his mouth moving against yours.

Bill exhales sharply, his breath warm as his lips trail along your jaw. “A month,” he murmurs, voice rough. “A fucking month.”

His fingers dig into your waist, like he still can’t believe you’re here, beneath him, solid and real. You tilt your head back, exposing your throat, and his lips latch onto the skin there, desperate, needy.

“I thought about this every night,” you admit, voice thick, barely more than a breath. “About you. About your hands on me.”

A quiet groan rumbles through him, his nose brushing the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. “You have no idea,” he murmurs. “How much I needed this. How much I needed you.”

Your hands explore him, tracing over muscle, over the solid weight of him, over his arms, broader than before. He feels different. Stronger, heavier but still so familiar. You arch beneath him, pressing yourself closer, needing more.

Bill’s lips hover just above yours, his big green eyes dark, hazy with heat. His breath comes hard, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he takes you in. Like he’s trying to memorize you all over again.

And his lips. God, those full lips. You’ve spent a month missing them, dreaming about them, and now they’re so close, so warm, his mouth just barely brushing yours, teasing the way only he can.

“Touch me,” you whisper. “I need to feel you.”

His fingers slide down, tracing the bare skin of your thigh, pushing higher, pushing your dress up, his breath growing heavier. “I know, baby,” he murmurs. “I know.”

His fingers glide over your thigh, slow and deliberate, tracing delicate patterns along your skin. The warmth of his touch sends shivers up your spine, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

Then Bill’s fingers linger at the edge of your panties, teasing, torturing, his touch light enough to leave you desperate. You try to move against him, but he stops you, holding you in place with a gentle, commanding pressure.

His lips trail along your jaw, his breath warm and heavy against your skin. “I can feel how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick, like he’s savoring the way your body responds to him.

You swallow hard, unable to hold back the soft whimper that slips from your lips. “Baby, please.” you breathe.

He groans softly at your words, his thumb brushing the wetness through the lace, sending a wave of electricity coursing through you. “Yeah, baby? You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you” His fingers press harder, his grip tightening on your pussy. “Waiting for me to touch you like this again.”

You nod, panting now, your chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

Bill’s lips brush against yours, soft, barely there. Just a tease. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers, his fingers sliding down to finally slip beneath the fabric, inserting one finger inside you, his touch warm, rough. “I was thinking so much about how fucking perfect you feel around me” he said introducing another digit.

You gasp as his fingers press deeper, his touch slow and deliberate, exploring, pushing you further into the rush of sensation. You’ve never needed him more than you do now, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to make you feel every inch of him.

His thumb circles your clit, slow, purposeful, his other hand gripping your waist like he’s afraid you might slip away. But there’s no chance of that. You’re completely at his mercy.

“Bill…” you gasp, your hands gripping at his shoulders, your nails biting into his skin.

“I know how much you’ve been craving this. How much you’ve missed me.” He murmurs, his fingers move faster now, his thumb pressing with just the right amount of pressure.

Every stroke, every movement has you gasping for air, your body tightening with need.

“You feel so good, you don’t know how fucking long I’ve been wanting this,” he growls, his green eyes dark with lust, his breath a rasp against your lips. “I’ve thought about this so many times, baby... Been so fucking long since the last time I felt your tight pussy dripping on my fingers”

His lips crash into yours, your body flooding with warmth as his fingers continue to drive you crazy.

There’s nothing but him, nothing but the way he makes you feel. Touched, wanted, like you’re the only thing that matters in that moment.

It’s like everything inside of you snaps at once, your body tensing as an intense wave of pleasure crashes over you. A deep, trembling release takes over, and you gasp, your hands clutching at him, your nails digging into his skin as you ride out the pleasure.

Bill’s thumb doesn’t stop, pushing you through the waves, guiding you to the peak, keeping you there, making sure you feel every moment. You can barely breathe, your chest rising and falling in shaky bursts, but you don’t want it to stop.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his fingers moving in time with your body, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from you. “Come for me. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

When the last tremor fades, you collapse against him, completely spent, your body trembling in his arms. The world feels hazy, but Bill’s presence keeps you anchored. He holds you, his hand caressing your back, making sure you’re safe, still with him.

Bill pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. With a firm, possessive grip, he spins you around, positioning you so your hands brace against the cold wall in front of you. You’re bent over slightly, facing the wall, your chest heaving as your pulse races to catch up.

You feel exposed. Vulnerable. But you also feel the tension between your legs building again. Bill’s gaze lingers on you, taking in every inch of your body, before he moves closer, his body pressing into yours from behind. You can feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock against you as his hands slide over your hips, pulling you closer to him.

His breath is warm against the back of your neck, his lips trailing gently along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “I need to be inside you baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough, just a whisper in your ear that sends a wave of heat to your core.

His fingers slide between your thighs, gently parting them as he takes his time, making you ache all over again. His touch is slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring each moment, each inch of your body. You feel yourself getting wetter, your body betraying you as it begs for him.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips tighter, urging you to push back against him. “Missed this. Missed you.” and with one slow, deliberate motion, he enters you from behind. The feeling of him filling you completely, slowly. Is enough to make you gasp, your body still trembling from the previous release, but your hips pushing back toward him as if you need him to claim you once more.

His hands grip your hips, holding you still as he thrusts into you slowly, teasingly, making you feel every inch of his cock. The sensation is almost too much, the raw connection between you both almost unbearable.

“God, you feel so fucking incredible,” Bill mutters, his voice low and guttural. He pulls back, only to slam into you harder, his hands steady on your hips as he moves with a rhythm that makes you lose yourself completely.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he slams into you harder, faster. The sound of his body slapping against yours fills the air, raw and desperate. You can’t stop yourself from pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with equal hunger. Every movement is a reminder of how much you’ve missed him. How much you’ve missed this.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby.” he groans, his voice thick with lust.

You let out a breathless moan, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Bill… I…fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” you whimper, the words coming out in a rush as he continues to thrust into you, each movement making your body shake with need.

Bill’s hands move up your body, grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck. You feel his lips trail down the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin as his body pounds into you from behind, relentless. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and your knees tremble, struggling to keep you upright.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, as if he’s trying to claim you in every way possible. “I need to feel you so fucking much.” His hands grip you even tighter, and he thrusts harder, deeper, pushing you further into the wall. The sound of his words, the heat in his voice, sends a wave of excitement through you, and you can feel yourself on the edge again.

“Bill, please… I need you to…” you cut yourself off with a sharp moan as he changes his angle, hitting a spot that makes your whole body tremble.

“You need me, huh?” he mutters in your ear, his breath hot and urgent against your skin. “You want me to fuck you hard until you can’t walk tomorrow?”

Your body trembles at his words, the filthy promise making you ache even more. “Yes,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself from giving in to him completely. “Yes, baby. I need it. I want you. Holy fuck!”

Bill pulls your hips back harder, forcing you to take every inch of him as he slams into you with no mercy. You’re lost in him, your mind spinning with lust, your body taken over by the raw intensity of his touch. He leans forward, his chest pressed against your back, and his lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, biting down sharply as he keeps fucking you hard.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he growls, his voice rough, low, full of heat.

You moan loudly, your words a breathless confession. “I want you so fucking bad, baby… Make me come again…”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. With a deep, savage thrust, he drives you into the wall, hitting the spot that makes you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers claw at the wall for support as your body jerks with the force of your orgasm. The pleasure crashes through you, raw and untamed, making your legs go weak as you shudder against him.

But Bill doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. His hands grip your waist even harder, lifting you slightly to give him better leverage, making you to stay on your toes, and then he’s fucking you harder than ever. You’re almost numb with pleasure, your body writhing under him as his rough thrusts push you closer to another climax.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re gonna make me come so much. I need to feel you fucking squeeze my cock.” His words are filthy, possessive, and it only makes you want him more. You cry out, your body shuddering against the wall as he drives you into oblivion.

“Bill,” you gasp, breathless. “Please baby.” You moan loudly.

He groans deeply, his hands pulling you back, forcing you to take him deeper, harder. The pressure builds again, your body already sensitive from the last orgasm, but your body is begging for more. You feel him, deep inside you, his cock moving with a frantic need, and you feel the tension in your stomach coil tighter.

With a final, powerful thrust, you explode again, your body shaking with release, your nails digging into the wall as your orgasm crashes over you. Bill groans your name, his hips stuttering as he finally comes with you, his fingers gripping your hips desperately as he fills you, each spasm of his body sending waves of pleasure through yours.

For a moment, neither of you moves, both of you breathless, spent, and tangled in each other’s arms. Bill’s hands gently move up your back, holding you against him, still deep inside you as you both catch your breath. He places soft kisses along your neck, his lips still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

You let out a slow, raspy laugh, your body still trembling, feeling lightheaded from everything that just happened. The sound is soft at first, but it slowly grows into something more, a soft, breathless giggle escaping your lips. You don’t know if it’s from the overwhelming pleasure or just the sheer release of tension, but you can’t help yourself.

Bill’s lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile as he brushes your hair away from your neck, his breath still ragged. “If I’d known cutting my hair would lead to this,” he murmurs, his voice still heavy with lust, “I should’ve done it a long time ago.”

You laugh again, the sound husky, more from desire than anything else. “You look even better now,” you whisper, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “I think I like you more this way.”

Bill chuckles, the sound deep and low. His fingers gently caress your back, as if he can’t get enough of touching you. “Good,” he says softly, his voice still thick with the weight of the moment. “Because it stays.”

[mtchacffinz]

hsr blade cravings

note!!! (AFAB! reader) just a heads up this is like, really filthy. just pure smut. mentions of objectification, degrading, reader is fucked dumb.. it's rough sex, basically (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

thinking about how blade would bend you over in every surface, fucking your cunny like an animal.. you're not very proud of it, but god fucking damn the way he thrusts and fucks you until your knees can't keep up is so addicting it's concerning. Blades words are so filthy. This actively contrasts the way he's gently caressing your cheek right now. "Tsk tsk, look front." The mirror is calling. You can see how disheveled your hair is, and how lewd your tears and drool are falling off your lips. His hot breath is on your ear, and you can feel his palms on your waist. Fuck, the way he traces intentions on your skin makes your cunt throb with impatience.

His hunger is insatiable. For someone who had lost all desire to live, he thinks hard of a way he to angle your legs making every thrust unreal. Blade reaches the most unknown parts of you, making you grip and scratch the sheets yourself. You could barely make out any words, and he's already fucking you raw deep within that cute hole of yours. His thrusts are relentless, and his grip on you was iron. All you could do was whine pathetically which each slow drag he teases out of your lips.

Pathetic pathetic pathetic! You can't even keep yourself sane under him, nor can handle his undivided attention, how can you reach equal stature now?

Blade hears you beg and beg, this only makes me wipe away your tears. Didn't you want this? To be bent over, fucked raw.. humiliated, used? You were the one who offered him a fuck toy, you gotta prove your worth by not breaking so early. But you have to admit.. you came so much, too. Everytime he pulls out, splotches of his and your cum spill out almost immediately, leaving a trail that slowly drip lewdly. His tip would tease your sensitive nub, grinding over it ever so slowly. Get a grip, (Y/n)!

Your fucked out face is a feast in itself.

Your pussy invites him so sweetly. No need to go slow, who are you anyway? You're just his fuck toy. Nothing but his fuck toy. Blade would grab your waist and pump you into his cock until he came. He'd return you back to where you came from with cum oozing out of your hole. Maybe he's even going to be nice enough and brand you with his teeth. Everytime you hear him say such words, your walls would clench him so good he can't help but fuck you harder. His fingers would always find their way to your mouth, letting out those muffled moans out of your lips. Fuck, you're really hot.

Have mercy on him, will you? His back is so red from all the scratches you give him. No doubt he likes it, even if you draw blood. You'd chase his lips so avidly while his fingers are railing your insides. You don't have to worry what to do, because he already knows what you want. You're a whore who knows nothing but the shape of his cock inside you, and a slut who'd get on her knees just to get the release on her tongue.

He's so cruel.. oh so cruel. Sometimes he fucks you so good he'd leave you lagging and trembling in the sheets. He'd stare at you just to see how much of a mess he made you— whilst you don't even know whats going through his head. Does Blade like it? Does he find amusement in it? You can't think.. you can't even speak straight.

Blade suddenly leans into you, propping your legs into his frame. His lips were in your ears. You can hear him whisper something.

"Stay with me a little longer, will you?"

..Was that an answer?

in my mouth NOW. (FINALLY EDITED WOOOOOOOOO)

[earthlyangelbby]

Cupid's Curveball

Chapter 1: The Silas Situation

1.7k words

Sfw All Chapters Next Chapter:2

Summary: A normal hangout takes a turn when you confess you've never had a Valentine and your lack of a date to the Cupid's Ball. Which isn't really Eddie’s scene, but he's very interested in who exactly you want to go with. He gets his answer and while suspicious he decides to help you get the date.

Authors Note: This is set 1986 if Eddie just got to be a normal senior. He's 19, and you're 18 both seniors.

February 7th 1986

Here you were, sitting crisscross applesauce on Eddie’s bedroom floor. The room was dim, with a warm haze hanging in the air, the faint smell of incense mixing with something sharper,  you thought it was the lingering trace of Eddie’s cologne. His walls were covered in band posters and random doodles he’d tacked up, each one so him it made your chest ache. But despite the familiar comfort of the room, you weren’t feeling your typical light and giggly self.

You glanced up at Eddie, lounging on his bed like he didn’t have a care in the world. His curls framed his face, and for a second, you thought about how good his jawline looked from this angle.

“Is this new or something I’ve had before?” you asked, your voice quieter than usual.

Eddie’s lips trilled like a horse's, and his dark eyes shifted up as if searching the ceiling for an answer. “Uhhh, yeah, this is the same stuff I picked up from Rick like two weeks ago.” He glanced down at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Are you not feeling it?”

You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I’m definitely feeling it.”

He didn’t look convinced. His lips pressed into a line before he asked, “What’s up then? You’re not giggly like you usually are.”

You hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek. It felt stupid to say out loud, but the weight of the thought sat heavy on your chest. Finally, you let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I don’t know. I just kinda feel sad... It’s something stupid.”

Eddie’s expression softened, his usual cocky smirk replaced by genuine concern. He scooched closer, leaning down toward you on the floor. His big, brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat. You weren’t sure if it was the haze or just him, but you felt... safe.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “You can tell me.”

You leaned back on your hands, feeling the soft surface of the carpet against your palms. Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes, hoping the words would sound less ridiculous when you said them aloud. “I’m bummed because I’ve never had a valentine, and I really want one. But that kind of thing is stupid, right? Corporate Hallmark crap, blah blah blah. And no one’s asked me to the Cupid’s Ball yet.” The words spilled out in a rush, followed by a sigh of relief.

Eddie straightened, his eyebrows lifting. He grabbed your shoulders gently, forcing you to sit up and meet his gaze. His touch was firm, but not overbearing, and you couldn’t ignore the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Hey,” he said, his tone low but earnest. “Just because I think it’s all corporate crap doesn’t mean you have to. I can still listen when you talk about stuff. If it means something to you, it means something. Okay?”

He’s saying stuff like, "If it means something to you, it means something." Ugh, stop being so understanding, Eddie! It’s bad enough that I can’t stop thinking about how your hands felt, and now you’re making me think about… other things. Like what it would be like to actually go to that dance with you. Would you spin me around or just sit in a corner, cracking jokes to make me laugh? Ugh, stop it. He doesn’t see me like that. Right? 

You nodded, a little embarrassed now because the way his hands lingered made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t fully understand—or maybe didn’t want to admit.

Eddie let go and sat crisscross in front of you, leaning back against his bed. His movements were casual, but you thought you caught the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away for a second before speaking. “Just ask someone to the Cupid’s Ball or whatever.”

“I can’t,” you huffed out, crossing your arms in frustration.

“Why not?” His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head in confusion.

You pouted, avoiding his gaze. “The guy is supposed to ask.”

Eddie frowned, and a silence fell between you. He was quiet for a beat too long, and you wondered what was going through his mind. Was he going to say something sarcastic? Was he judging you? Why did she have to look so cute? That little furrow in her brow makes me want to reach out and smooth them away. Is this what liking someone feels like? It’s not like I’ve never noticed her before. I definitely have. But right now she’s sitting there on my floor in my room, and her voice is so soft it’s messing with my head. I could offer to take her to the dance... No, that’s stupid. If she wanted me to, she wouldn’t be upset about it in the first place.

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his weight a little. “Okay, so what if we come up with a plan?”

You frowned, confused. “A plan for what?”

“For you to ask this guy to the dance.” He shrugged casually, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he said it. “I mean, screw tradition. If you want to go with him, just ask him.”

You bit your lip, unsure. “I don’t know, Eddie. What if he says no?”

Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then he’s an idiot, and we’ll find someone else to go with you. But seriously, I’ll help you figure out how to ask. It doesn’t have to be some big deal.”

Why does he have to be so sweet? The way he’s leaning in and actually trying to help makes my heart flutter, and I don’t know how to stop it. Is he really just being a good friend, or is this something more? I wish I knew, but I can’t bring myself to ask.

“Okay,” you said softly, feeling your cheeks warm. “What do we do first?”

Eddie grinned, his confidence returning. “First, we figure out what this guy likes. Then we make it impossible for him to say no.

Why does this feel like a punch to the gut? She’s sitting here talking about some guy she likes, and all I can think about is how much I wish it was me. Maybe it’s stupid, but I need to know who it is—it’s like I can’t help myself.  

Eddie tilted his head, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Alright, before we-, you gotta tell me…. Who is this guy, anyway?”  

Panic overtook your body and the only name you could think of was Edward Silas Munson. On repeat in your stupid lovesick brain. “Uh, his name is Silas.” 

Silas? Who the hell is Silas? And why does that name sound familiar? Wait—hold on. That’s my middle name. Is she messing with me?

Eddie blinked, his smirk faltering slightly as he processed what you said. “Silas?” he repeated, tilting his head like he was trying to put the pieces together. “So, uh… where’d you meet this guy?”

 Crap, why did I say that? His middle name was the first thing that came to mind, and now I have to sell this. Keep it together!

“At my volunteer thing,” you said quickly, smoothing your hands over your jeans. “You know, the animal shelter I go to on Sundays? He’s there sometimes, helping out.”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, suspicion flickering in his dark eyes. “Oh, yeah? A guy named Silas, who works with animals? That’s… cool. What else is he into?”

 Why is he asking so many questions? Does he think I’m lying? Oh God, what if he figures it out?

“Um, well… he plays guitar. And he’s into metal,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Really cool guy. Super chill.”

A guy named Silas who plays guitar, loves metal, and works at an animal shelter? That sounds an awful lot like… me. Is she messing with me, or is this some kind of hint? Either way, it’s messing with my head. Maybe not everything is about you Munson. 

Eddie leaned back, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable. “Sounds like a solid dude,” he said, though his voice was quieter than usual. “You want me to help you figure out how to ask him to the dance?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. “That would be… nice.”

Eddie gave a small nod, though his mind raced. “Alright, let’s figure this out,” he said, his tone low and a little hesitant. “We’ll make sure Silas can’t say no.”

Your heart thudded out of your chest. “How are we gonna do that?” 

Eddie looked up at you, “Give me tonight to think about it. Tomorrow we start, sweetheart.”

The sound of the clock ticking on Eddie’s wall caught your attention, and you glanced at the time. Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh, crap,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off the floor. “It’s almost 11. curfew.”

Eddie stood, stretching lazily before grabbing his keys from the dresser. “Alright, I’ll get you home, princess,” he said with a grin, motioning for you to follow him.

The drive was quiet at first, the soft hum of the van filling the space. Eddie tapped his fingers on the wheel, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “So,” he said casually, breaking the silence, “this Silas guy… he better not flake on you for that dance.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Eddie smirked, shrugging one shoulder. “Just saying. A girl like you deserves someone who’ll show up, make it a good time, you know? And if he doesn’t, well… I might have to have a word with him.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a lopsided grin, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the road. “But you still hang out with me. So what does that say about you?”

The warmth in his tone made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand. As he pulled up in front of your house, you lingered for a moment, fingers brushing the strap of your bag. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, his voice gentle but teasing, as though he didn’t want the moment to end either. “See you tomorrow. Rest up. Big plans to make.”

You nodded, stepping out into the cool night air with a heart that felt heavier and lighter all at once.

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Crashing On Crush.JJK [m] 10

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 5k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: protected sex; light biting; oral sex (f. receiving); masturbating; angst (xenophobia)

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All the little everyday life things has been better. You could delude yourself and try to find some ridiculous explanations in the astral sky but you know damn well the real reason: Jeon Jungkook. Your bed has never felt better than when you are in it with him. Falling asleep and waking up with him feel good.

You wake up wrapped by warmth. Two reasons of it: your sheets and Jungkook's arms. He is spooning you in the most delicate way but you do feel something hard against your ass. You press against it a little bit to be sure but there is no doubt it's Jungkook's big cock in the early morning. Feeling your pretty butt on his dick is the best awakening possible for Jungkook. He softly moans into your ears and wraps his arms tighter around your frame. You immediately get aroused and push your ass even more on his body.

Jungkook gets the hint and he starts grinding on you. You clearly feel how deliciously hard he is. Fuck, it feels good. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter and you can't wait to have it filled by Jungkook. He caresses your breasts, sneaking a hand underneath your t-shirt. He gives you delicate kisses on your shoulder and you moan at the pleasure. Your hand leads up to find his messy yet soft hair. The delicious tension is building up inside you, making a mess out of your panties.

"I want you" You confess, your hands caressing his forearms around your stomach

Morning sex is one of the things you love the most because it feels more intimate since it means you've spent the night together.

"Anything my baby want" Jungkook replies so softly that you melt but his voice is deep and raspy too, echoing right into your core

His palms slowly separate so one goes up to squeeze your boob and the other one heads South to caress your pussy through your clothes. Your head roll back into his chest and Jungkook starts kissing your neck. You love feeling his mouth on your skin, his lips are as soft as clouds. Little moans form in your mouth to escape right after.

"Fuck me, Kook" You gently order - or more like beg - him

It's the first time you call him 'Kook' and he loves it. His nickname has never sounded so harmonious and he wants more of it. He wants you to cum screaming it so your neighbors know how good he makes you feel. His damn possessiveness is never too far when it comes to you. A raspy growl from Jungkook echoes in your whole body and his hands quickly peal you bare. Each layer of clothes slipping down your body arouses you more.

"Grab a condom" He asks you and you move fast to take it in your nightstand

Jungkook can't resist your perfect ass on display while you're searching for the condom on all fours. He smirks when he remembers your first encounter. Your fucking pretty ass right in front of him, he could have fucked you right there. As he can't go back in time, he sticks to the present and offers you a slap on your asscheek. You gasp of surprise and pleasure. You turn just to see the playful grin on Jungkook's face.

It doesn't take long for Jungkook to cover his cock and to press his member between your folds. He is still behind you, spooning you, and sneaks an arm under your upper leg, right behind your kneel, to have a better access to your pretty pussy. Fuck, his dick slides upon your cunt, meeting your clit every time. Your whimpers urge Jungkook to enter you already. He does while he bites on your shoulder.

Being filled by Jungkook's dick is perfect. Your walls are stretched just like you love and the angle is perfect to provide you pleasure. He nestles deep inside you to give you time to adapt. He doesn't stop kissing your neck, the wet patches he leaves on your skin make you shiver. You whimper when the need of friction becomes painful. When it comes to sex, you feel like you don't even need to speak. Jungkook seems to know your body as well as you do and starts providing you the delicious and necessary poundings. But his slow pace is driving you crazy. You missed him inside you and he is taking his time.

"Faster" You ask but Jungkook does the opposite, torturing you with slower moves

Your hands grab his forearm around your frame to urge him but it doesn't do anything. Jungkook smirks to witness you this desperate. When he gently bites your earlobe and completely stops his moves, you almost cry.

"Kook, please" Your voice is shaky and clearly begging him to fuck you

"I love when you beg for my cock" He says with a raspy and sexy voice

The magic word was just what he needed. Not only Jungkook slides again into you, but his poundings become rough. Each time his cock hits deep inside you, making your tits bounce and your ass slapped. His hard and big member gives you so much pleasure that your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your moans are unsteady and you can't even think straight, especially when Jungkook start playing with your nipple with his tattooed hand. His other hand has a deep grabbing into your flesh and you're pretty sure you'll have bruises.

"You like that?" He almost growls in your ear

He surely knows the answer by the sinful noises coming from your mouth and the way your pussy clench around him but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Yes, yes!" You repeat in a delirious state due to Jungkook's poundings

When he changes his pace to slow down but to penetrate you harder and deeper, the air is kicked out of your lungs. Your mouth open but no moan form. Your eyes water with the pleasure. A delicious slap on your ass forces you to mutter your loud groans into your pillow.

"No, I want to hear you" Jungkook states "You're taking me so fucking good"

He forces you to let your moans fill the room by grabbing your throat. He doesn't really apply any pressure but his large palm around your breathing column is fucking hot. He uses his hand to slightly turn your head so he can kiss you. The position makes it difficult, resulting in a messy kiss that only arouses you more.

Your walls tighten when your orgasm is not so far away.

"Fuck, I love your pussy, babe. Could fuck it all day long"

Jungkook's praises do nothing to delay your cumming but you don't want the pleasure to stop. You hold his wrist like a lifeline and urge him to fuck you harder. The slight change of angle to enhance the pace provokes Jungkook's cock to hit your g-spot.

"Oh my god! Here!"

You sound like a lunatic. You're so loud, you're sure your neighbors can hear you but you can't care about it right now. On the other hand, your moans are like music to Jungkook's ears. He is addicted to them and he wants more. His hand leaves your thigh and dangerously heads closer to your crotch. It doesn't take long for you to feel small circles on your clit. You're feeling Jungkook inside and outside your pussy and it's almost unbearable. He is fucking you so well you could cry.

"Fuck, Kook, I'm gonna cum" You moan, eyes filled with tears

"Go ahead, cum for me, babe. Be a good girl"

Jungkook's raspy voice, his dick hitting hard your sweet-spot, his hand around your throat and his delicate digits working of your clit are way too much for you. The tsunami of pleasure washes over you. Your toes curl and your body shakes in Jungkook's embrase. You scream his nickname and let your head rest on your pillow, exhausted by your high.

Jungkook slows down his pace once again and kisses your shoulder to soothe you after your orgasm. His hand is no longer around your throat but caresses your cheek. The gesture is soft and you take his hand to kiss it. You're so good to him that his heart is squeezing in his chest despite its erratic pace due to his physical efforts.

"I want you to cum" You say with your sexually intoxicated mind

"I'll be more than happy to" Jungkook smirks

His poundings regain their animalistic pace but you're way more sensitive after your orgasm. Your whimpers make Jungkook so fucking horny. If he weren't afraid to break you, he'll fuck you even harder to make you scream his name. He wonders how your delicate body can take his big dick so perfectly, just like you were made for him. To be honest, he truly believes he was made for you.

"Open your pretty mouth" He orders

You don't think twice and obey. Jungkook slides two inked digits into your mouth, making you drool. You suck on his fingers to mutter your moans. The velvety and wet muscle on his fingers makes his dick throb inside your pussy.

"That's it, babe. You're so naughty for me" He teases you but it only makes your pussy clench around his big cock "Fuck, babe, you're so tight"

His pace becomes unsteady and you know he is close. Your hand finds the one that was staying on your stomach to guide it towards your clit. You make Jungkook rub your clit but your own fingers stay upon his hand to set the rhythm. Jungkook presses even harder on your bud and you moan around his fingers. You can't see it but Jungkook is looking at you with awe: you're so fucking hot. Your both hands working on your clit are dangerous for your sanity.

"Fucking cum again. Come on, cum on my cock, I know you can do it" His voice is nothing gentle, he is ordering you and how can you disobey such a great command?

Why are Jungkook's words so scandalous yet so arousing? Your second orgasm overpowers you but thanks to his fingers in your mouth, your screams are shuttered. It doesn't make long for Jungkook to join you on cloud nine. You are both panting and neither of you want to move. Jungkook frees your mouth only to kiss you but he is staying deep inside your warm pussy which occasionally clenches around his dick, preventing it to truly soften.

"That was hot" Jungkook comments, making your giggle

"It was, indeed"

"You were perfect" He says tenderly, pecking your shoulder and your cheek a hundred of times

You love how sweet Jungkook is. His long and messy hair are tickling you. But suddenly reality hits you back. You quickly grab your phone and gasp when you notice what time is it. You need to hurry and grab the next bus if you don't want to be late for work.

You leave Jungkook's arms with regret and run to the bathroom, without closing the door so Jungkook doesn't feel like you're shutting him off.

"What's wrong?" He asks, quite worried

"I'm going to be late!" You shout while you're brushing your hair and your teeth at the same time

Honestly, Jungkook has totally forgotten that it was Monday. Time flies with you, especially when he is fucking you. He checks his own phone and frowns: you're not this late.

"You don't need to rush, we are only 10 minutes away from your work"

"By car, but it's 25 minutes by bus" You explain

Jungkook jumps on his feet without even caring covering his naked body but you can't blame him: he is perfect. The sight of you rushing to tie up your hair makes him smile - the more you try, the less you succeed - and he wraps your frame with his strong arms. The contrast between his pale, virgin one and the dark and overwhelming other is hypnotizing but you don't have time to contemplate them.

"Did you think you were going to work by bus?" He asks you with a playful tone that makes you stop your moves

You look at him with surprise writing all over your face.

"Let me drive you"

"Jungkook, you don't need to-"

"I want to" He cuts you off and you can't answer anything because you're afraid to tell him you love him instead

So you nod and smile at him through the mirror to thank him. You finish getting ready, way less stressed than two minutes before.

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"You don't work today?" You ask Jungkook while you're in his black Mercedes

"Nope. Seokjin will come in the afternoon to check my place so I won't have to bother you at your own home" He replies with his bunny smile and scrunched nose that attack your heart every single time

You hate how much your chest tightens. You wish he could stay longer. You wish he could stay forever even. You two have spent the entire weekend together and it was just perfect. Cooking together, joking, cuddling on the couch while you were watching some randoms movies on Netflix felt right. There wasn't any kind on embarrassment and you loved having Jungkook next to you. You have no doubt that when you come home tonight, your apartment will feel way emptier than usual.

To cheer you up you stare at Jungkook. Fuck, he is way too handsome and he doesn't make any effort. You love his long black hair, you love his doe eyes, you love his cute bubble nose, you love his lips. Yes, especially his lips that make wonders. You just love him. All of him. Your eyes go down to his large shoulders hidden by his usual oversized black t-shirt. Your eye ends up on his veiny hands holding up tight on his wheel. You know his tattoos by heart now but you are still fascinated by them. They make Jungkook so hot but you can't help wondering if it was painful.

Your eyes widen when you notice the hair tie around his wrist. You know it's yours because it's an old one and the fragile elastic will break soon.

"Is it mine?" You question just in case

Jungkook looks down at his wrist and smiles gently.

"Yeah" His voice is oddly proud

"It'll break soon, don't you want other one? I can buy you one, if you want" You propose but Jungkook shakes his head

"I want this one. I guess I like having something that's yours with me"

God, he has to stop being so perfect and romantic because your weak heart is not going to make it! Your cheeks redden immediately and you turn your head towards the window to hide it and your stupid grin. You're way too in love with him to think straight and you don't even care. If you had to go back in time, you'd fall in love with Jungkook a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough.

Jungkook has found your hair tie this morning in your bathroom. He kept it because it was evident that it's too worn out to be used and that you won't miss it. But he is well aware of his deep intentions when he has put your elastic around his wrist. As silly as it might be, it was a way to say to the world that he is taken. That he is yours. Obviously, he can't put a ring on your and his finger just yet so the hair tie will stay until then. However, he does regret his long hair now, even though he loves it, because the hair tie can be for his personal use. He's pretty sure no one can understand his weird logic anyway.

Jungkook giggles and places his hand on your thigh. He draws random patterns on it with his fingers and you sigh in delight. You grab his hand in yours but you still don't trust yourself - a love confession could escape you - so you are looking outside at the sunny day.

You thought that Jungkook would tell you goodbye in the car but he steps out and walks you to the main door of the art gallery. Every gesture is kind and it shows how caring is Jungkook. You're lucky to have him.

"I could pick you up after work and we could go to the restaurant tonight?" Jungkook proposes with a slight blush adoring his cheeks

"I have to check on the printer after work" You reply, sighing — the damn printer is driving you insane

"I can accompany you if you want"

"You're sure?" You ask but your voice is actually full of hope

Jungkook nods and smiles at you. God, his eyes are even shinier! He is so pretty you could die out of his cuteness. He gives you a last kiss on the lips before disappearing in his car. You are on a cloud right now and the whole day seems to go just like a dream.

As you agreed on, Jungkook was there when you finished work and drove you to the print firm. He asked you if you wanted him to come with you but you assured him that you'd be okay.

However, right now, you're starting to regret your words. You're talking to the boss of the firm and he doesn't want to hear you when you tell him that you need the prints now. You develop all your arguments, reminding him that you've agreed on a deadline but he is haughty and arrogant and you're two seconds away from losing your mind. Until he tells you something that kicks the air out of your lungs...

"If you don't like how we work in Korea, you should go back to your country!"

You have never faced xenophobia before and it fucking hurts. Especially when you make absolutely no difference between races. You always treat people as equal because they fucking are! But what can you respond? You're way too shock.

However, it wasn't a very smart move from the boss because he said his insult at the very same moment Jungkook stepped inside. Anger is boiling in his blood and he runs pass you to grab the man by his collar. His eyes are nothing like doe's ones right now and the darkness of them are terrifying.

"Say that again?!" Jungkook shouts

"It's not-" The printer stutters

"You're the one who can't do his fucking job! How dare you using the foreigner card to cover your pathetic incompetency?! You're a shame for my country"

Your chest tightens and your eyes water. You're touched by the way Jungkook is defending you but you're afraid he'll punch the guy if you don't stop him. You put a delicate hand on his shoulder to make Jungkook look at you.

"Let him go" You ask him with a weak voice and Jungkook obeys but his eyes are still harsh on the man

"You'll do the fucking printings for tomorrow and you'll make a price on them. And if I hear that you disrespect her again, you won't be so lucky" Jungkook threatens with fists so clenched that his knuckles are white

The printer can only gulp and nod. You grab Jungkook's hand and escape the room which feels suffocating. It was such a good day so far and now, it looks like one of the worst days ever. You're sad and angry, and the worst thing is that you can't do anything about it. People like that are hard to change their minds. You wish he could see how much you love South Korea and the Korean culture. How much you've worked to be able to live here, how much you have sacrificed. You miss your family everyday! But you don't want to cry for someone like that, it doesn't worth it.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks you with a voice as sweet as possible with his current wrath

"Thank you for defending me"

He kisses you on the forehead in a attempt to calm down. He can't understand how you can stay calm while he is boiling with anger and frustration — and he is not the one who was insulted! But he knows you're way better than him and he is just amazed by your strength and your courage.

"Maybe we should postpone our date" You say, unsure "I won't be good company and I want to be alone tonight"

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks, his worry evident in his voice and on his face

"Sorry..."

You feel like every time things go smooth between Jungkook and you, something comes to wrack it off... Why is the whole universe conspiring against your happiness?

"Don't apologize. I understand. Just remember I'm just a phone call away, okay babe?"

The pet name warms your heart a little, giving you the strength to offer Jungkook a small smile.

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Jungkook is worried. It has been three days since he almost beats the shit off this asshole printer and the few texts you've sent him did little to ease him. He should have stayed with you. He should have lied, saying that Seokjin hasn't checked his place yet and that he needed to stay at yours. But he didn't and now he can't find any excuse to knock on your door. He sighs while playing with your hair tie around his wrist. It makes him think about you. Every time he is working on his graphic tablet and his black eyes drift away on the side, he sees it. And a stupid 'I-Am-In-Love' grin appears on his face.

Jungkook's head snaps so fast when he hears a knock on his door that his long hair rises up in the air during the movement. Is he dreaming? He can't question himself because another knock is heard. He jumps on his feet and opens the door as fast as he can. His face immediately brightens when he sees you, but he almost instantly frowns as he grows worried.

"Hi, I hope it's okay I just drop by?" You ask with a small and shy voice, blush adoring your cheeks

"You're welcomed anytime" Jungkook replies with his bunny smile

"Since we didn't go to our date" You start as you're stepping in his place and bend over to take off your shoes "I thought that I could bring the date to us. I brought some fried chicken"

Jungkook's heart goes wild in his chest. He is two seconds away from confessing his feelings but he's missed you to much to waste time with words. He captures your lips with his and gives you a deep and passionate kiss that can only arouse you. You've missed his touch too and you use your free hand to cup his cheek. All species of butterflies are flying in your stomach and you feel stupid to have stayed away from Jungkook this long. Sure, you needed time to heal after the harsh words that were addressed to you and you didn't want to bring Jungkook in your bad mood. You know he is struggling with enough things on his own, he doesn't need to deal with your own shit. But you've missed him. A lot. And it's only been three days...

"I need to stop kissing you, otherwise you won't eat any chicken tonight" He whispers against your lips

Suddenly, skipping diner doesn't seem a so bad idea. But your stomach betrays you and makes an embarrassing loud noise that notifies Jungkook that you are actually hungry. He chuckles while you're blushing in shame. Sometimes, you don't like your physical reactions...

"Let's eat, we'll have plenty of time for the rest later" Jungkook states

You have both finished dripping your fried chicken in the delicious sauce, a random series playing on Netflix when you decide to speak up:

"I'm sorry, for the past few days"

Your voice might be calm, your whole inside is shaken up. You've played your words many times in your head before saying it out loud, yet it feels weird.

"You don't have to apologize" Jungkook reassures you

"I know but I want to. You have been really... nice to me" You want to say how perfect and amazing and absolutely lovable Jungkook has been but it might be too overwhelming for you and him to confess that out loud "I shouldn't have shut you off like that. I just needed time to... I don't know, heal?"

"Hey..." Jungkook says softly as he grabs your hand and caresses the back of it with his thumb "You don't have to explain or say anything about it. I'm just glad you're feeling better"

You smile lightly at him, relieved that he doesn't resent you — even though you had no doubt about it. But your smile soon turns into a gulp when you notice the faint smirk on Jungkook's handsome face.

"But if you really want to apologize, I have an idea" He purrs with a tone way lower than before, which makes your cheeks burn

You don't know what to reply, and you don't really want to anyway. So you close the gap between the two of you and crash your lips onto his. The coldness of the lip ring surprises you as much as it pleases you.

Jungkook's hands immediately reach your hips to guide you toward his lap. You press your crotch on his and you literally melt when you feel the friction of your covered clit on his slight hard cock. You don't know if it's because you've missed him or because Jungkook makes you brave but you feel more adventurous and drift to his throat. You kiss his neck and inhale his sweet smell you love so much. Your ministrations on his thin skin seem to please him because he squeezes your ass. It makes you want to tease him more. So you capture his lobe, between two of his earrings, between your teeth and gently tug on it.

"You need to stop that if you don't want me to fuck you rough" He adverts you

But his sexy voice is way more important than his threat, it spurs you to push on his button because how good could it feel to be fucked rough.

"Maybe I want it" You reply with a faked innocent tone

"You don't know want you're asking for, baby" He almost growls

You don't waste energy to reply and you rather lick a fat strap from his collarbone to his ear lobe. That's it for Jungkook. He has let you take a little bit of control but he can't stand it anymore, not when you're such a tease. You deserve to be fucked good and it's what he intents to do.

His moves are precise and fast, so much that it only takes you a gasp to be sit on the couch and have Jungkook on his knees between your legs. The view somewhat reminds you of the first time you've been intimate — on this very same couch.

His big palms go up and down your bare thighs, lifting up even higher your pink sundress. This simple touch electrifies you. You feel so aware of him. You thrill out of expectation, especially when you spot the perfect smirk on his handsome face — a face you want to burry between your thighs.

Your breathe gets cut off when Jungkook's hands reach higher, clamping on your ruined panties. He asks your consent with his doe eyes and you nod while biting your lower lip. In one second, your underwear is gone, thrown on the floor.

You blush as Jungkook admires your wetness. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and brings you on the edge of the couch. When his tongue lands on your intimacy, your eyes shut close and your head roll back to fully enjoy the pleasure it provides. You feel Jungkook's tongue on your clit, drawing perfect circles and sucking lightly. It's so good that you need to tug on his black hair and press him deeper against you. You moan when the metal of his piercing touches your burning and soaked pussy, making you automatically open your legs wider for him — and the tattooed man can't helping thinking how a good girl you are.

You open your eyes again and you almost faint when you notice that Jungkook was looking at you the whole time. His eyes are so bright and cute, and the contrast with his nose, lips and chin covered with your arousal is lethal. You almost choke on your spit when Jungkook enters your with his tongue.

"Kook" You groan, spurring him to fasten his pace

You are so wet, so aroused because of him, for him. You really want to think that's because you haven't seen him for a couple of days but, deep down, you know that you could feel the exact same if he had touched you this morning. It's just the effect this man has on you.

"I love how you taste" He purrs against your cunt "The most delicious little pussy in the whole world"

You wish you could have the strength to scold him but his dirty words make you clench — it's impossible to deny how much you love his praises.

"Oh god!" You moan loud when Jungkook takes a big fat strap from your entrance to your sensitive bud

You are close. You are so deep in your delirious pleasure that you notice just now that Jungkook's shoulder and arm are moving. More like jolting. Is he...?

"Oh my god!" You scream with redden cheeks when you understand that Jungkook is jerking himself off while eating your pussy

You should feel scandalized in front of the sinful scene but it actually makes you feel the opposite. It makes you feel sexy. And fuck... He is hot.

You caress Jungkook's long hair that tickles your inner thighs — which provides even more pleasure — but your intended caressing soon turns into tugging harshly on his locks because you are real close.

"I'm gonna come" You notify him with a dry throat

"Cum on my face, babe" He teases you with his stupidly hot smirk

But who are you to disobey? The fog provided by your orgasm takes over everything. You loudly moan Jungkook's name as your head rolls back and your toes curl.

You are out of breathe when you reach down Earth again but your cheeks are still burning, especially because Jungkook is still wanking.

"You are so beautiful when you cum" He murmurs, almost as if you weren't supposed to hear it

You look at how the lower part of his face is glistening with your juices and you try to wipe it off but Jungkook grabs your hand and kisses it.

Fuck.

Your heart obviously skips a beat because of your orgasm and not because of the sweet gesture, right?

"Can I cum on your stomach?" Jungkook asks so nonchalantly that you wonder if you've heard well his request

"I-uhm-yeah" You whisper for an answer

"You can say no" He reassures you, not willing you to feel trap

"No, it's okay, please do it"

You don't really know why you answer so politely to such a filthy question but it surely pleases Jungkook. He lets a 'fuck' escaping his perfect mouth and locks his eyes on your poor oversensitive cunt.

To be honest, he was too worried about you to masturbate so he knows damn well that he won't last long. He is not embarrassed because he isn't unaffected by your touch either and him cumming now doesn't mean he won't fuck you later in the night.

Just thinking about how warm and tight your pussy feels around his big cock brings him to the edge. And when your hand reaches his balls to gently caress them, it's enough for him. He spreads his hot cum on your lower stomach, painting your skin white. It's so fucking beautiful he could cry.

Jungkook loves that he can mark you this way, even though no one will know it. Hoaxed by his possessiveness, his thumb collects just a little bit of his seeds and uses it to roll smoothly on your clit. You almost jump out of surprise and pleasure. Your moans are choked but undeniably spurred by arousal.

Actually, you are so deep in pleasure that you barely register your phone ringing.

You could ignore it, except that it's a special ringtone. A ringtone you haven't heard in a long time. And you also know that, at such a late hour, it can't be for nothing.

With your heart squeezed, you jump on your feet, completely missing Jungkook's flabbergasted face. He just sits on his butt, on the floor, with his cock still out of his briefs as he watches you answering your phone while he was fucking playing with your clit.

"Oppa?" You say, causing an immediate frown on Jungkook's face

You stay silent as the caller explains the situation and stress rushes through your veins.

"I'm coming!" Sure do, Jungkook thinks with annoyance "I'll be there in just 35 minutes" You assure and hang up

You collect your panties and put them back, not even caring about your drying juices or Jungkook's cum on your stomach.

"I'm sorry, I've got to go" You tell him but you don't even look at him as you put your phone in your bag and put on your shoes

"Okay?" Jungkook replies, completely taken aback "I can drive y—"

"No thanks" You shut him down, a little harshly while you really don't want to but you are way too stressed to control your tone like you want "I see you later" You add

You land a gentle kiss on his cheek and disappear. 

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Hi! I'm sorry for making you wait this long but so many things happened! I'm almost done with Better Than Him. Thank you for your patience 🩷

[mncxbe]

Twinkle, twinkle, where's the star?☆

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ backseat activities

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him, hands coming to rest on your hips as he pushed himself deeper inside your warm cunt. "What's that bella? Tired already?"

You whined in response, cheeks flushing lightly. Hissing a half-hearted "Shut up you", you readjusted your position; you were slightly hinged forward, legs wide open, draped over his thighs, triceps pressing into the leather cover of the two front seats to support you. Using the weight of your body as leverage you slowly rolled your hips against his.

It's been around half an hour since you and Dazai went on your little escapade to the parking lot, since you found yourselves in the backseat of your car and he's already made you cum twice. Your poor cunt was aching, clit swollen from the overstimulation but Dazai just wouldn't let you be. After all, he wanted to have his fun too.

"Greedy girl..." he hummed, letting out a disapproving tut "You've got your fill for today and do nothing to please me. How cruel 'donna."

You wanted to protest but before you got the chance he hooked his arms under your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest and started thrusting into you at a relentless speed.

" 'samu fuck s-slow down" you whined, earning another grin from him.

"Hm? That's what you tell me after I was good enough to do all the work myself? You've really got to learn your place bella" he purred against the shell of your ear, hot breath sending tingles through your heated body. Your gooey walls clamped down around him as the tip of his cock kept abusing your sweet spots and your back instinctively arched off his chest.

The brunette had no objection to this; the new angle allowed him to perfectly stimulate your cervix, coaxing the sweet mewls and moans he so adored to hear from you. He took a peek at your face in the rear view mirror, his cock twitching at the delicious sight: your swollen lips were slightly parted, pretty teary eyes rolling back into your skull as the perfectly done framing layers of your hair flopped in the rhythm of his thrusts. There really was nothing he loved more than seeing his pretty darling dumb on his cock.

Dazai's slender fingers ghosted over your thigh, sliding between your legs to draw lazy circles on your clit. The sudden wave of pleasure caused you to squeeze your thighs together but he quickly opened them back up using his knees.

"Be good f'me now I'm tryna make us both feel good." he cooed, fingers picking up the speed on your swollen clit and you felt yourself being pushed closer to your next orgasm.

"'samu please I'm gonna ~ fuuck" you were leaking down his cock and onto the leather seats of your car, moaning his name like a prayer as your vision clouded with tears. His thrusts ceased for a brief moment as he rested his hands on your hips, fingers gently tapping your thigh.

"Did ya just come again bella? My, oh my you greedy girl. Think you can take another one?" You desperately shook your head just as he started moving again.

"N-no Osamu please 's too much" you whined but he only hummed sweetly in reponse, pressing his lips against your neck.

"You can take it babydoll. I wanna cum too ya know?" His thrusts were slow and deep, totally opposite to his previous brutal pace; Dazai's touch was lighter, more gentle too, fingertips tracing idly up and down your torso, hands cupping your tits under your bra and lightly pinching your perked nipples. He left wet, open mouth kisses along the expanse of your neck as praises spilled from his lips. It felt borderline delirious, the burning, stinging sensation in your core was soon replaced by liquid warmth and you closed your eyes, indulging in the pleasure he granted you.

After a few heavenly minutes Dazai felt your body completely relax into his embrace and he released your pretty tits, returning his fingers to your neglected clit. His cock twitched desperately inside you; your cunt was sopping wet so he could easily slide in and out of your warmth, walls clamping down around him like a vice.

"There you go baby so good f'me. Pussy's to die for bella" he hummed as he thrusted up a few more times before spilling his load inside you. You groaned at the sudden feeling, eyes rolling back into your skull as you gushed around him once again.

Dazai lazily fucked his cum deep inside you before slowly raising your hips and pulling out. A little amount of your mixed juices trickled down onto the seats, pooling between his thighs.

With a lazy smile and ragged breath, Dazai brushed a few damp strands of his chocolate hair from his face and pressed his lips against your shoulder in a tender kiss.

"Well bella, guess the cleaning expenses are gonna cost us a fortune"

[sirfrogsworth]

I have a favorite photo.

It's the one I am most proud of.

It involved a lot of luck, but also required a lot of effort to capture.

I use it as the header for this Tumblr.

It was a foggy morning and I thought it looked spooky. My instincts were telling me I could get a unique image. I dragged out my lighting equipment and had Otis roam around in the yard. I set up my shot in an area I knew he would pass by. I didn't have wireless flash triggers yet, so I was using the little flash on top of my camera to trigger my big flash. But that doesn't work great outside. Typically it is meant to bounce off walls and ceilings so the external flash can see the light. I was trying to use a tiny mirror in front of my little flash to direct the light towards the big flash. But I kept getting the angle wrong and my flash was only firing once every few shots. I also kept missing focus as I was concentrating on too many things at once.

By all accounts, it would take a miracle to get the shot.

I should not have gotten a good shot.

But for one single frame... the fog, the sun, Otis, and my flash all cooperated.

I didn't even realize my efforts had worked until I loaded the files onto the computer. And the second this image popped onto my screen, my jaw dropped.

Up until this point I had never captured an image of this quality before. This was very early in my photography journey and I was still figuring things out. And I think seeing what was possible—what I was actually capable of capturing—that was the moment I was all in. The moment I wanted to be a "real" photographer.

This is the RAW file. The side of his face was a bit dark, but that is why you shoot in RAW. That is recoverable.

This is my original edit in 2013. The biggest thing that bothered me was the ear tips. I always wish I hadn't cut those off.

But thankfully technology has advanced enough that I can give Otis his full ears back.

And here is the remastered 2024 edition...

I used other images as reference to make sure the ear shape and size was perfect. And I also used another image of his Super Otis badge facing forward and comped that in.

Otis has a very specific shade of orange fur and it is very sensitive to editing. If you make him brighter, the orange changes to the wrong orange. If you make him darker, same thing. But I am hopeful I got that lovely orange fur pretty close to his actual coat.

I don't know if I would have fallen in love with this artform without this image. Or without Otis. He gave me so much in his short time in this world. I can never thank him enough for that.

[wannabehockeygf]

A brand new Maserati with lots of space (compared to the Porsche) for activities… if you know what I mean…

clay's love language is MONEY i fear

nsfw blurb below - unprotected p in v, prob in public.

his voice is low, rough, the kind of tone that sends shivers down your spine. "baby, you like the new car?" he asks, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands push your skirt up over your hips. the smooth leather of the maserati’s backseat is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

"y-yeah," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling as his fingers skim the edge of your panties.

"yeah?" he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you, his vibrant blue eyes full of heat and something softer. "wanted you to be comfortable, sweetheart. that’s all i care about. you’re always so good for me, always makin' do in the porsche. you deserve better."

"clayton," you gasp, your hands clutching his shirt as he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down in one smooth motion. "you didn’t have to do that."

"oh, i did," he says firmly, his hands spreading your legs apart, his broad frame filling the space between them. "you think i don’t notice how cramped you get, baby? i want you relaxed, spread out, takin' me nice and easy."

his words make your face burn, your body arching toward him instinctively. "i don’t mind," you whisper, but he just shakes his head, his thumb brushing over your slick folds.

"i mind," he says softly, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deliberate. "you’re my girl. i take care of you."

you whimper against his lips, your hands sliding into his hair as he strokes you gently, his thumb circling your clit in a way that makes your whole body tremble. "fuck, clay," you gasp, your hips jerking up against his hand. "please, i—" "turn around for me," he orders gently, cutting you off, and you do, scrambling to your knees and bracing yourself against the back of the front seat. he slides your skirt up again, his hands roaming over your ass before he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lower back. "good girl. always so good for me."

he positions himself behind you, and the stretch as he pushes inside you is enough to make you cry out. his hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"god, you’re perfect, babygirl," he groans, his voice rough. "every single part of you. can’t believe you’re mine."

his words make your heart race even faster, and you push back against him, meeting his thrusts as best you can. he curses softly, one hand sliding up to your back, pressing you down just a little, changing the angle. it’s overwhelming, the way he fills you, the way he praises you with every movement, every word.

"so fucking good," he murmurs, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back. "you feel that, baby? that’s all for you. bought this car so i could fuck you properly."

his confession makes you clench around him, and he groans, his hips snapping forward harder. "yeah, that’s it. you like that, don’t you? like knowing how far i’ll go for you?"

"yes," you manage to gasp, your voice muffled as you bury your face against the seat.

"good," he says, his voice low. "because i’m never gonna stop spoiling you, baby. never."

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

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