#and that is harder for me to wrap my brain around

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: heavy choking, breathplay, unconsciousness, /dubcon tones (consensua!!), manhandling, drool, overstimulation, degradation, very rough sex.

⍣ ೋ notes: okay so before u guys start panicking im STILL doing my 1k event i just took a teeny break cuz it started feeling redundant. but it's gonna be the next one thing i post dw <3 based on this ask.

You don’t even remember how you ended up flipped over, facedown into the soaked mattress, thighs trembling so violently you can barely keep yourself up. Changbin didn’t even ask — he just moved you, those huge arms lifting you like you weighed nothing, manhandling you into position.

Your wrists are twisted behind your back now, both trapped in one of his hands — that thick forearm bulging, veins standing out against his skin from how tightly he’s holding you. His other arm?

It’s wrapped under your ribcage, across your chest, caging you in, muscles flexing every time you twitch or whimper, pinning you so solidly you couldn’t move if you tried.

He’s fucking you deep and slow now, cock buried to the hilt, grinding into that ruined, gushing hole over and over while you sob into the sheets — every thrust knocking the breath out of you because there’s just so much of him around you, in you, owning you.

"You feel that, baby?" he pants, voice wrecked and low in your ear. "Feel how easy it is for me to keep you right where I want you?"

He flexes the arm across your chest when he says it — a little cruel show of strength — squeezing until you gasp and squirm, but there’s nowhere to go, no escape, just the endless hot drag of his cock and the suffocating, possessive weight of his arms.

You can feel the power in them — every twitch, every flex — like you’re wrapped up in pure muscle, conquered by it.

Your brain's already slurring in your skull, light-headed from the shallow, stolen breaths — and you don’t even realize he’s squeezing a little tighter around your ribs until you feel the first wave of darkness creeping up behind your eyes.

"There she goes," Changbin growls, almost fond, as your body starts to sag, boneless under his hold. "That’s it, pretty thing. Just let go. Let me fuck you out of your head."

And he does.

He fucks you through it.

Keeps your body pinned tight against his chest with those gorgeous, powerful arms, fucking you deep, deep, deep until your thighs give out and you’re fully hanging from him — held up only by the brute strength of his body.

He loves it.

He groans into your neck when he feels you lose it — when you start dripping harder around his cock, pulsing uncontrollably, your mind and body giving out completely.

You don’t even realize you’re crying — drool and tears and slick soaking both of you, skin sticking where his forearms press you down — because the only thing you can feel is him. His arms. His cock. His strength.

You flutter in and out of consciousness, gasping for tiny breaths against his bicep, your body milking him helplessly — and he still doesn’t let up.

Fucking you like he’s claiming you.

Fucking you like he’ll never let you go.

"Fuckin' perfect for me," he mutters, tightening his grip again, locking you against his chest. "Made to be pinned down. Made to take it. Look at you— you're fuckin' mine, baby."

And you are.

Nothing but a limp, drooling fucktoy in the chokehold of his beautiful, brutal arms.

[muli-wam]

Nanami Kento is many things, needy is not one of them.

Of course he was completely and utterly obsessed with you—his beautiful, kind hearted, sexy wife—but Kento was a controlled man. He wasn't popping a boner everytime you so much as glanced at him.

But, on the rare occasion he did feel this way, he would have to be insanely stressed out and withheld of your intoxicating essence due to the dreadful hours spend at work.

Kind of like now.

He's been deprived of you for the past 2 weeks. Nothing but his stupid hand to help get him off in the late hours of the night when he would return home from work and you'd already be asleep.

You insisted he could simply wake you up to fulfill his desires, but Nanami would never disturb his wife of her beauty sleep.

Though at the end of the day, Kento is still a man.

Which is why you're here.

He felt crazed. Positively ruined by just the sight of your naked figure sprawled in front of him, completely at his mercy.

Kento's dilated pupils trail along every ridge, curve and crevice of your body, causing you to shiver under his intense gaze.

His large palm comes up to rub slowly along your waist as he sat on his knees between your parted legs.

"So, so, beautiful," Kento murmured with hooded eyes.

"My wife," he groans, throwing his head back and bringing one hand to palm his aching crotch.

"Kennn" you whine, lightly clawing at his thighs to try and get him to do something.

"Need you so bad, my love," he says breathless, leaning to trail soft kisses down your neck while pulling down his boxers.

"Then take me, ken" you mewl.

Kento wasn't the only one deprived of release. Countless nights spent with your fingers stuffed in your cunt trying to mimic Nanami's just wasn't going to cut it. It wasn't the same as the real thing.

you both let out drawled out moans as Kento eased himself into your tight chasm, your fingers threading through his blonde locs, tugging gently.

"Feels s'good, Ken," you say breathlessly in his ear.

His hips move at a steady rhythm, pushing moan after moan from you both. Kento's hands run up and down your figure before resting on your hips, holding them down firmly as he increases his pace.

"Oh, baby," Kento borderline whines.

"Ohhh, baby," he buries his head in the crook of your neck, giggling.

Kento was fucking giggling as he pounded your pussy into the mattress.

"Fu-fuuckk, you're amazing, my love," his head raised to rest his forehead against yours. Your gaze on him never waivers as he fucks you harder, as he threads his fingers in between yours, chanting profanity after profanity while bringing you both closer to your highs.

"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm so close, my wife. I'm so fucking close," you watch as his hazel eyes gloss over, brimming with tears due to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Inside, Ken, pleasee," you moan out, fucking yourself back against him as you feel your high approaching. Your arms wrap tightly around Kento's neck, his lips pressed against your ear.

You hear him whisper something in your ear, it was faint, almost incoherent. "P-promise to love you-mmm, never l-leave you f'as l-long as I-oh fuck."

Before you could realize what he was saying you both reached your climax, the mind numbing pleasure clouding your brain.

Kento's whispers halted, instead replaced with breathy whimpers as he slowly grinded his cock into you, riding out your orgasms.

You both sat in silence, peppering soft kisses along each other when you finally realized what Kento was whispering.

Your pussy was so good you made him recite his vows.

Nanami Kento is many things, needy is not one of them—unless you're his wife.

Nanami Kento is many things, needy is not one of them.

A/n: I had a thought about fucking ken so good he recites his vows and here is that thought expanded upon 🤩↕️

[just-some-random-blogger]

vISERYS DRUG PUSHER🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

“They wanted their King to have a wife…they can have the consequences.”

i respect him so much. not enough to stop me from sucking his dick though

“And we have an heir to make, do we not?” Viserys hummed; nuzzling into her neck as her head fell back. His hips slowly rocked; pushing nicely against that soft spongy spot that made his pretty wife so weak and dumb with pleasure. His slender fingers were soon joining in; pressing against her clit before he trapped her button between two knuckles.

STOP STOP IT MY BRAIN TURNED OFF AND ON AND OFF AND ON I MEAN MY PANTS I MEAN MY BRAIN I MEAN

“Such a little whore I have.” “No..no, just yours..” His pretty wife whined and leaned closer; their noses brushing together as his hips rocked and began to thrust deeper. Viserys smirked; two of his thicker fingers finding their way into her hot mouth as she drooled on them.

SSTOPOPP ASTPOT TSTOP SOTOPPP FINGERS IOSN IN MY INS MY MOUTH A'DFLKAS'FASFJA'P FSTOPP IGNGERS INT M NOUW IN MYH FINGERS IN MY AMOUTH??????????

His free hand roughly grabbed at her arse, guiding her with his thrusts as his grunts of pleasure echoed in the room. Viserys knew the guards outside his room would hear, which only made the older King eager to prove his stamina and skill. Not that his wife would know any different. Her innocence and purity all belonged to him - Viserys had made sure of that. His Lords and Ladies did not need to know he had bedded and ruined his wife to be before he had cloaked her in his colours.

SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR REQUOTING EVERYTHING BACK TO YOU BUT 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 YUCKY DISGUSTING MAN YUCK YUCK YUM YUM YUM RAHHH

Still, his thrusts became harder; fucking her through the orgasm as she whined. His pretty wife soon hid in his neck as his larger arms wrapped around her soft, slender body, keeping her trapped as the pleasure soon became too much.

this is an atrocious gif i saw while looking for the one above but i think this is what i feel

DRABBLE

Dark/Obsessive Viserys i Targaryen and Lannister wife.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Will—will you not be late?” The stuttering words fell from her soft, pouting lips as she became breathless. Viserys could not answer; he had no true desire to but his mouth was otherwise occupied. Those soft, ample breasts of his pretty wife had fallen from the expensive, red silk of the dress he had made just for her. The King’s greed for his new consort was unmatched. A grunt of pleasure escaped Viserys as he sucked on her pretty, pink nipple. The feel of her spasming, creamy pussy tightening around his fat cock nearly had his eyes rolling. Gods, she was perfection. His larger hand slowly moved over her soft skin; goosebumps easily appeared in his wake. A sharp whine of his name fell from her soft lips as he roughly palmed at her bouncing, perky breast. “They wanted their King to have a wife…they can have the consequences.” He purred into her ear before leaning closer; their noses brushing together. It was not long before he passionately captured her soft, sweet tasting lips. The act soon became messy as his hands were groping at her arse, guiding her movements with practised ease. “And we have an heir to make, do we not?” Viserys hummed; nuzzling into her neck as her head fell back. His hips slowly rocked; pushing nicely against that soft spongy spot that made his pretty wife so weak and dumb with pleasure. His slender fingers were soon joining in; pressing against her clit before he trapped her button between two knuckles.

Her body shook; whines of his name falling from her lips with ease as Viserys watched the beautiful, arousing display. He could not get enough of her and Viserys doubted he ever would. She was precious and all his. “Please—-please..my King.” She hardly knew what she was begging for as her stomach tightened in anticipation. His fat cock twitched inside her, causing her legs to shake as her eyes rolled. “Such a little whore I have.” “No..no, just yours..” His pretty wife whined and leaned closer; their noses brushing together as his hips rocked and began to thrust deeper. Viserys smirked; two of his thicker fingers finding their way into her hot mouth as she drooled on them.

His free hand roughly grabbed at her arse, guiding her with his thrusts as his grunts of pleasure echoed in the room. Viserys knew the guards outside his room would hear, which only made the older King eager to prove his stamina and skill. Not that his wife would know any different. Her innocence and purity all belonged to him - Viserys had made sure of that. His Lords and Ladies did not need to know he had bedded and ruined his wife to be before he had cloaked her in his colours. Viserys passionately captured her soft lips; tongue pushing in just as his fingers had been before. She moaned against his lips; the sounds muffled but her climax was soon ripping through her.

Still, his thrusts became harder; fucking her through the orgasm as she whined. His pretty wife soon hid in his neck as his larger arms wrapped around her soft, slender body, keeping her trapped as the pleasure soon became too much.

[casluvshotchner]

It's Okay, Honey.

You’re Okay, Honey.

Aaron Hotchner x wife! Reader

Angst, Comfort

Word count: 835

Summary: You’re Hotch’s wife, having a rough time with your thoughts. He comes home and comforts you.

Warnings: Depression, eating disorder

Author’s note: This is very personal. If it doesn’t exactly match up with your own experience, that’s okay. #I’m trying my hardest not to relapse

I’m not sure what caused it. I've been doing so well recently. Aaron keeps telling me how proud of me he is. What’s so different about today? Why am I so down? I have no reason to be.

Still, I pry myself out of bed. It’s 11:00 in the morning, and I have to get Jack ready for a playdate at his friend’s house. Mental illness does not get rid of the responsibilities of being an adult, a wife, and a mother. It just makes all of those responsibilities harder. So much harder.

When will Aaron be home?

“Alrighty, Jackie buddy, let’s get you ready for your playdate, okay?”

I hold up two pairs of pants.

“Which pants are we wearing?”

He yanks them from my hand and throws them on the floor. Thanks, kid.

“I want my Batman costume!”

Of course.

“Buddy…”

“No! I want my Batman costume!”

“Baby, please don’t yell…”

“Bat! Man!”

“Fine. Okay. You win.”

I go into his drawer and grab it. He’s just going to his friend’s house, and I’m too tired to put up a fight with an angry 6-year-old.

Soon enough, I was pulling into his friend’s driveway and walking him up to the door. That was when he latched onto me. 

“I love you, momma!”

Of course. My precious baby. My stepson always manages to put a smile on my face. I kneel down to wrap my own arms around him.

“I love you, too, buddy. Have fun with your playdate, okay? Momma will be back to pick you up at 3:00. Call me if you need anything.”

And with that, he was inside, and I was alone again. I had a house to clean, and then dinner to make before Aaron got home.

So, that is how I spent my hours. Dragging a broom across the floor, my mind up in the air. I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. Next thing I know, Jack is at the table eating dinner and I’m staring at the wall while eating the lasagna I made for us. I’m in my head.

I shouldn’t be eating this. I don’t need to get fatter. I’m already 130.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I’m done doing that. I am a bmi 20, weight-restored, recovered person. I can’t do this.

The thoughts are flooding my brain. I stand up and put my empty plate in the sink.

“Momma, where are you going?”

“Um, momma’s just gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll only be a few moments.”

“You are coming back this time, right?”

My poor, sweet child. Aaron doesn’t usually let me into the bathroom for an hour after meals. Last time, I was found passed out on the floor in my own vomit. That was when I was diagnosed with a significant heart arrhythmia.

I nod, as if I’m not going in there to do the same thing I did last time. Maybe this time I won’t wake up.

“Of course, baby. I’m coming back. I promise.”

Our pinkies lock for a brief moment before I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I want to do it. So bad, but I sink backward, my back moving against the counter and my head moving into my knees on the floor. My hands run over my head.

I sat there like that for a while. It felt like hours. I didn’t even notice the front door open, having been too distracted by the tears running down my cheeks and the thoughts racking my brain.

“Hey, bud. Where’s momma?”

“Momma’s in the bathroom. She’s been in there a while.”

“I- she what? Thank you for letting me know, bud. Can you be a good boy and play in your room for a bit?”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

The door opened, and he looked relieved to see I hadn’t done anything yet, but so incredibly scared. He knelt down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, breaking me from my trance.

“It’s okay, honey. I’m here.”

After a while of me clinging onto him, he asks,

“What were you thinking?”

“I’m not. I wasn’t and I’m still not.”

“Old rules are coming back. You are not allowed in here for an hour after eating, until I can comfortably go to work without being scared you’re going to leave our son without a mother again.”

I just nodded.

“That’s fair. I’m sorry, I just… tough night. Really tough.”

“It’s okay, y/n. I get it. You’re okay. I’m just glad you didn’t do anything. Let’s get you into the living room, in plain sight, where I can watch you- and your heart- and Jack can snuggle with you. We’ll all get into our pajamas and watch a movie.”

“I love you, Aaron. I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that. I love you, too. So much.”

He guides me up, and I can’t help the wave of gratitude and love that washes over me.

I love him.