#and you need to leave it and do more stimulating and fun stuff

[loverboybrightsideghost]

the will to practice leaving my soul after i get good jury comments

[celestiamour]

ft. peter pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ keeping your lust at bay while he works┊0.5k words

setting: the golden age contains: smut!! dom peter & sub reader┊cockwarming & unprotected piv, established relationship, bratting & brat-taming?

➤ author's note: cockwarming fits peter so well

he kept one firm hand on your waist to stop you from squirming and held an ink-dipped quill in the other, eyes and mind somehow still focused on the stack of paper in front of him instead of the pretty little thing sitting on his cock. “hold still,” he scolded with a tone you knew all too well, one that made it sound like he was talking to a pet who wouldn’t stop wriggling instead of his lover who was writhing in his lap for him to notice her. 

you could only whimper into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his built frame and trying not to roll your hips into his. even though his cock was already buried into you and hitting all of the right spots despite not moving, it wasn’t enough, you needed more, both more stimulation and more of his attention. it was times like these when you hated his iron resolve, wishing that he would just throw his work aside and fuck you properly already— the stuff he was doing right now wasn’t even that important, he mentioned earlier that it was just things he wanted to get ahead on! would it kill him to throw you a bone and give you a kiss or something? he’s being so cruel. 

it wouldn’t be a surprise if he was only messing with you, using his royal duties as an excuse not to give you what you wanted after being so needy all day when he could tell how much you wanted him after an entire day of exchanging longing gazes.

“don’t you think you're a bit too spoiled, princess?” he spoke, finally tearing his gaze away from the table to look you in the eyes, a sparkle of amusement in his ocean eyes which confirmed your suspicions that he was purposely teasing you. “i’ve never denied you anything until now, don’t you think you could wait just another half hour?”

“nooo,” you mewled, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt and wrinkling it, “i need you now.”

“do you now?” he sighed to fake disappointment like it wasn’t his fault you were reduced to such a mess. his arm snaked your waist, reaching down to circle your delicately engorged cilt and relishing the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. he could see little teary crystals forming in the corners of your eyes, yet he didn’t allow it to cloud his next decision when he was already having far too much fun treating you like this.

“come on, peter… please?”

he hummed as if in thought, but you knew he had already made up his mind, “fifteen more minutes, does that sound okay?” before you could whine that it was too long and try to bargain for anything less, he refocused on his task. “that was a rhetorical question, by the way, either you wait or you don’t get to cum tonight,” he explained with a smile, pressing a kiss on your nose and leaving you hanging once again.

it was going to be a long night.

[ghostandsoap]

Sitting with a Show

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem! Reader Tags: NSFW. Smut. Cockwarming. Soap being a jerk lol. A/N: Horrible title. Will change it when I come up with something better. Word Count: 1.0k "Your odds are lookin' good."

"Hey, hey..." Soap warned, his grip on your hips tightening. "Stop it. Watchin' the game here."

"John, this is ridiculous," You hissed. "There will be a million soccer games other than this one."

"Football," He corrected, giving the side of your thigh a smack. "None of that soccer rubbish."

"It's the same thing," You gruffed, whimpering when he shifted his hips underneath you. "Every game is the same."

His tip hit the furthest part inside of you that it could, and your arms and legs were beginning to get fuzzy. Soap's cock had been stuffed inside of you for what felt like hours now - completely hard and prodding at all the right places.

He was perfectly comfortable, sunken into the mattress, propped up just enough so he could properly see the TV that was screaming with bright colors of soccer field turf and fans dressed for their team in the stands. He could see the screen over you, much to your demise.

To be completely honest, this whole ordeal did seem fun at first. It was something different, and something you hadn't tried before. It was arousing to think about Soap being buried inside of you with no promise of friction or relieving stimulation. It was supposed to drive him crazy. It was supposed to make him desperate for you...make him beg for you.

However, it seemed that your devious plan fell apart when he decided to take advantage of it and turn the tables on you.

"I don't know why you're complainin' so much," He chuckled, completely unbothered. "This was your idea, sweet stuff."

So now, you were stuck with him taunting you and torturing you with his cock by doing nothing with it - and he was too invested in his stupid soccer/football game to even think about giving in. His eyes were glued to the TV screen behind you, his gaze barely peeling away for merely a moment.

He was having fun watching you fall apart over his attention being elsewhere in a situation where you were fully naked and at his disposal. The circumstances were great for an even better lovemaking session. But Soap was having too much fun playing the game you originally intended to play.

"I might as well go home at this point," You growled, seriously considering getting up and leaving. "So fucking annoying."

At this point, it was beginning to piss you off more than anything. It was the frustration with his stubbornness and irritation for not getting what you wanted. Frankly, you were beginning to feel bad for previously wishing this upon him.

"Hey...don't be like that," He said in a tone that was demanding, but also sympathetic. "We're havin' fun, princess."

His eyes were set on you now, his irises moving back and forth as he focused on your expression to see if this was beginning to become too much for you. Soap could be a bit intentionally aggressive in the bedroom sometimes, but he never let it get to the point where you weren't enjoying yourself.

He studied carefully, looking for anything that let him know he needed to stop. You were definitely getting antsy, and every minute that passed you were growing more needy.

But you weren't at your breaking point...yet.

"You're having fun," You growled, tears beginning to form in your lower lash line. "I'm not getting-"

To shut you up, Soap gave a quick, firm thrust up into you, making a strained cry leave your throat at the feeling of finally having some kind of movement. Soap let out a low, erotic groan at the sound of your wetness getting pushed around and the sight of it smeared onto his lower stomach made his cock twitch within you. He stayed still for a moment, only moving again when your shoulders relaxed.

He watched your expression as he lifted you off of his cock just enough before sinking you back down, his hips rolling up to thrust into you. You visibly shuddered, a whimpered plea for more sounding from you.

He fucked you slow for a bit, giving you just enough to begin to satisfy you, but not enough to curb your craving for him. He saw your blown pupils and flushed skin, tell-tale signs that you were completely maxed out and ready for more.

Too bad he had a soccer game to watch.

His hip movements stopped, and you were back to square one - completely swallowing his cock between your legs, but no promise or sign of anything more. The look on your face was priceless - an overwhelming expression of disappointment, disbelief, and betrayal. Soap would've felt bad for you...except he didn't.

"You're...you're gonna fuck me, right?" You asked, words breathy and voice barely audible.

He gave a chuckle so mischievous and smug that it almost made you tear up again. He reached for one of your hands, pressing your knuckles to his lips with a smirk.

"Sure, I'll fuck you..." He gave a shit eating grin when he saw your eyes light up. "...if they win."

Against your better judgment, you turned your head to look at the TV, your stomach dropping when you saw that the game was just over halfway through the first half...and the scores were tied. Not only did you have another half to go, but there was a chance that you might make it to the end of the game and receive no end to this torture at all. Maybe if you were lucky, you could convince him during halftime.

Soap laughed again at your agitated look, giving your backside a playful squeeze.

"Cheer up, pretty girl. They've had a good year so far," He said, referring to his preferred team. "Your odds are lookin' good."

Soap wasn't showing any signs of letting up, and you didn't have a choice but to endure the rest of this game and hope for a winning game.

This was going to be the longest game of your life.

[thehighladywrites]

— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

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The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

—

Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

—

After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

—

Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 43

Synopsis : Reader tries to distract Em from his disappointment.

Author’s note : Thank you (as usual) to @shady-577 who agreed to read this beforehand. And thank you to all of you who have been reading my stuff lately ❤️. I don’t have time to reply to every single Ask you send but I see all the love and I’m grateful for it 🥰

- Marshall, you’re going to kill me ! You nearly cried as the love of your life planted a kiss on your neck, signaling he was ready for yet another round.

- Of course not, he cooed. You’ve got more in you.

- I don’t think I do, you panted. I’m exhausted.

- Fine, he said with a small pout before kissing your temple. I guess I can wait a bit.

It had been nearly a week since he last set foot in the studio and, instead of working on his music, he had apparently decided to work on your cardio. Judging by his efforts in the bedroom, he was trying to determine how many orgasms it would take to kill you. He seemed to be horny all the time and, what was all fun and games in the first days of him staying home turned out to be exhausting. Sure, it seemed like champagne problems. Too much pleasure, too many orgasms… a lot of women would argue that, at least, you were with a man who put your pleasure first and foremost and that you were lucky. But you had reached the point of exhaustion. You were even starting to doubt whether or not Marshall was taking stimulants because it made absolutely no sense for a man his age to have such insane stamina. Thank God, he was just as skilled and attentive when it came to aftercare and, each time you reached your limits, he made up for it by dotting on you. Plus, with your thumb being broken, he was extra attentive. For the past seven days, he had been all over you and you hadn’t been able to get much done. Arguably, your broken thumb had been a pain in the ass but it didn’t help that Marshall wouldn’t let you leave the bedroom.

You let your head roll on the pillow while Marshall got up and went to the bathroom to draw a bath for the both of you. God knows your sore muscles needed it. You joined him a couple of minutes later and found him inspecting his face in the mirror.

- Your beard is getting too long, old man, you giggled. You need to trim it.

- You think ? He asked.

- I know, you said with a smirk. With the amount of time you spend with your face between my legs, I can feel it.

- Oh, he simply chortled. Sorry about that, babe. Yeah I haven’t trimmed it in a minute. I keep up with it when I go to work, usually but… you know.

- Yeah, about that, you hummed. When do you think you’ll go back ?

He sighed and looked at you, arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t seem too happy with the question but you knew you had to bring it up anyway. You stared at him, waiting for an answer.

- I’m not going back, he simply said.

- Marshall, you said softly.

- What ? He sighed. Don’t you like having me home ? We’re having a good time !

- You know it’s not that, you said softly as you cupped his face. But now that you’re talking about it… I don’t think my body can take it. Nor can the checklist of everything I need to do for the wedding. I’m behind on everything !

- Come on, he said with an eye roll. It’s not that bad.

- Twelve, you simply said.

- Twelve what ? He asked.

- That’s the number of times we did it yesterday, you giggled.

- If you were still able to count, I guess I didn’t do a great job, he said with a smirk before grabbing your waist. Might have to correct that.

- I swear to God, if you try this, I will cry, you giggled.

He chuckled and pulled you into his warm embrace as you both watched the water fill the tub.

- Are you going to share your secret, though ? You asked as you nuzzled his chest.

- Secret ? He asked.

- How do you do it ? You giggled. Viagra ?

- No, he chuckled. But judging by your complaints, if I were to take that, I would break you. I don’t know, I’ve always had a high sex drive.

- It’s through the roof, these days, though, you pointed out.

- I tend to have some phases I go through, he shrugged. I work like that. I find something and I pour all of my energy into that. Like when I got back to exercising when I got sober. I tend to hyper focus on things and not half-ass it.

- I see, you hummed. So… it’s not because I’m irresistible ?

- What ? Of course, he said. I didn’t-

- Relax. I’m just joking, you said before kissing his pec. I get it. Plus, sex is great when it comes to getting your mind off things.

- Right, he nodded. I need that, lately.

You hummed and entered the bathtub. You sat in silence, enjoying the warm water and Marshall’s embrace, gently stroking his arm.

- You know you can talk to me, right ? You nudged him.

- I know, he sighed. I just… I’m so used to pouring all of my energy into my work that now, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I have this anger, this energy…

- Have you tried writing about it ? You suggested. That usually works for you.

- I can’t, he groaned. Because if I write about it, I have to do the whole thing. Again, I can’t half-ass it. So I have to record it, speak it, rap it. I have thousands of recorded verses, just to ease my mind. I know it’s fucked up, but that’s how I work. But I can’t do that now because it doesn’t feel like a safe space anymore. Because some nasty shit I do might get leaked. And I can’t trust anyone, now.

You nodded and squeezed his hand, encouraging him to keep talking.

- And even if I could, I wouldn’t trust myself, he continued. Because… look at what happened. I hurt you. I fucked us over.

- We could always put the home studio back together ? You offered. No iCloud, all analog, you wouldn’t have to see anyone…

- I don’t want that shit in our home, he said as he shook his head. If I’m honest, I should have tossed it away a long time ago. When I was at the height of my addiction, I used to go to the basement and get high all the time. I don’t have good memories. But it’s also hard because rapping… it’s all I have, you know ? I’m just frustrated. Whatever. It’ll pass. I talked to the therapist about it. I’m working through it but it takes time. That’s tough to swallow.

- Right, you hummed. But… in the meantime, you’re just… not working ?

- I guess, he shrugged. It’s just as well, though. I guess being home will be good for me. For us. We’re still working through our own issues, doing therapy. We could use some time just the two of us.

- I like having you with me, you said lovingly. I just want to make sure you’re ok. So… are you ?

- I don’t know, he said earnestly. Honestly, I don’t think so. I’m mad at tracy for the shit she pulled. I’m fucking livid ! And it’s not only about the leak, you know ? But she was my friend ! She worked with me for almost a quarter of a century. Nevermind the fact that we dated, but she was there for every important moment of my life. Not just my career, bu my personal life, too ! She was almost an aunt to the girls, you know ? When I was heartbroken, I can’t even tell you about the number of times she was there for me. She was always the one telling me I deserved to be happy, she supported me in everything I did ! She was just as important as Paul. You haven’t been alive long enough to know what it’s like to be betrayed by someone who’s been in your life and working alongside you for this long but I can tell you… It fucking hurts. I always thought « If I can’t trust Tracy, I can’t trust anyone ». Well… I guess I can’t trust anyone. I really can’t. It feels like I’ve been lied to for the past twenty-five years.

- I hate to be the one saying this, but what she did, however vile, doesn’t erase most of the good times you had, you said tentatively.

- No but it does, he said. She ruined the most important things for me ! By leaking that fucking track, she hurt you, she ruined your reputation, she ruined my relationship with my daughters and she ruined the thing that makes me feel alive : music ! How the fuck am I supposed to go back to work after this ? I was fucked over ! All the things I worked so hard to build protect, they’re fucking gone !

You stared at him and saw tears well in his eyes, a mix of sadness and anger. His baby blue eyes gazed into yours before looking away as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

- I’m sorry, he mumbled. That needed to come out. I shouldn’t bother you with that shit. You have enough on your plate as it is. You’ve been through a lot and it’s my fault.

- Babe, no ! You immediately interjected. I did ask if you were ok and I’m glad you were honest. You’re allowed to be honest and vulnerable.

- That’s exactly how I feel, he sighed. Vulnerable. You know, when I was a scrawny kid whose life sucked, music was my safe space. It’s what made me feel good, allowed me to feel tough. I can’t tell you how amazing it felt, the day I realized I was good at rapping. I decided that I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. And it allowed me to channel all the feelings that were overwhelming for me. And even later, when so much shit went down… It fucking saved my life. So now, not feeling confident, and having been fucked over by one of he people I built everything with… It fucking sucks. I’ve spent the past week trying not to think about it. Every time I do, I feel fucking helpless.

You nodded sympathetically and cupped his face. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes before pulling you closer to him and burying his face in your neck. You weren’t used to seeing him so vulnerable and, even in the rare instances he was, he usually wasn’t so vocal about his feelings. You were happy he had finally spoken about it, and that he felt safe enough with you to tell you how he really felt. You held him and ran a hand in his back, gently stroking his skin, feeling him ease up against you.

- It feels good, he whispered. Thank you.

- You don’t have to thank me, you hummed. I love you. I want to be here for you, take care of you…

- It’s my job, though, he mumbled.

- It’s a two-way street, you know ? You giggled. We can take care of each other.

- I like that, he nodded with his eyes closed. I love you.

- I love you too, you replied lovingly. Now how about we get up, put on some clothes and watch Superbad ?

- I thought you didn’t like that movie ? He asked.

- I just don’t love it as much as you do, you shrugged. Plus, I know it’s your favorite.

He smiled against your skin and you stayed in each other’s arms for a few minutes before getting out of the bathtub. You got dressed and you ordered Marshall to get in bed while you went downstairs and prepared some snacks for the two of you. You were putting everything on a tray in the kitchen when he walked in.

- I told you to stay upstairs, you scolded.

- How are you going to carry everything, smart-ass ? He asked.

- With one hand, you shrugged.

- So that I have to get up and clean after your clumsy ass once everything’s on the floor ? Don’t think so, he chuckled. You don’t have to take care of me, you know ?

- I know. I want to, though, you assured him.

- What do you have in mind, then ? He mused.

- Well, believe it or not, I don’t really have a « my boyfriend’s been fucked over by a longtime friend and employee who turned out to be a bitch » protocol in place. So I’m giving you the « heartbroken bestie » treatment, you said.

- Which is ?

- It involves a bed, a movie, tons of snacks and cuddles. A face mask if you feel like it.

- I guess it’s worth a try, he said with a smile. Thanks, babe.

You went upstairs and stuck to the plan. You were in Marshall’s arms while you both watched the movie and he mindlessly played with your hair. A funny scene came on and you noticed he was not even paying attention to the movie.

- You’re not laughing ? You asked with a raised eyebrow.

- What ? He asked. Oh. Yeah.

- It’s not working very well, is it ? You asked.

- No, it is, he shrugged. I mean… I don’t know. I’m just thinking about a lot of stuff. It’s hard to turn my brain off. I’m sorry. Does it usually work when one of your friends gets dumped ?

- Sometimes, you shrugged. If memory serves, putting on slutty dresses and going dances can work too, but I’m sensing it’s not for you. Though your music videos prove that you’ve worn your fair share of slutty dresses. Or… We could go for a drive.

- Sounds good, he said as he got up. We haven’t left the house in a week.

- Whose fault is that ? You asked with a grin.

- Mine, I know, he chuckled.

- I liked the drives we used to go on, you commented. I remember the first one. It was great.

- When I took you to the observatory, when we met ?

- No, the time we went for a drive in the Aston Martin, you corrected. Right after our first movie night. I remember feeling so good with you. Thinking « wow, he’s great in bed and I love being in the car with him ».

- It was fun, he nodded.

- And then, you broke my heart, you recalled. When you said nothing would happen between us, ever again.

- Stupidest thing I’ve ever said, he chuckled. Because I’m fucking glad we’re together. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

You squeed and kissed him before getting up and putting some shoes on. You headed to the garage where Marshall let you pick a car for your drive. On an everyday basis, he usually drove the Escalade because it was more practical and less flashy than the others, but night drives like this were an opportunity to enjoy his impressive car collection. You settled for the Lamborghini Aventador, much to his delight. You knew it was one of his favorites. As you were exiting the garage, he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

- The point of this whole thing is to cheer me up, right ? He asked.

- It is, you agreed. But why do I feel you’re up to something ?

- I have an idea, he said with a smile. How about you get behind the wheel ?

- Y-you want me to drive ? You asked nervously.

- We always talked about how I’d have to teach you, he shrugged. It makes sense now that you live here. If you knew how to drive, you wouldn’t need Uber or people chauffeuring you around. Honestly, I’m shocked you didn’t learn earlier.

- That’s because cities in Europe are centered around pedestrians, you explained.

- You’ve lived in the US for years, babe ! Come on, I’ll teach you, he said with excitement. You always say you like my car collection !

- Yeah, they’re nice to look at, but…. Do you really trust me with your car ? You asked. Especially this one ?

- A car’s a car, he shrugged. You have to start somewhere ! Come on, I’ll just show you how it works and we won’t even get out of the property.

- My thumb’s broken, you reminded him.

- Come on, people drive with splints all the time, he chuckled. Please ? We’ll have fun !

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow but his smile was so genuine that you ended up caving in. In your twenty-eight years of life, you had never bothered with learning how to drive, partly because the Europe infrastructure thing was true, but also because you were terrified. However you trusted Marshall with your life so you were ok with giving it a go. You switched places in the car and he quickly explained the basics to you. You listened carefully, trying to make mental notes of everything. You started the car as he encouraged you and walked you through the pedals.

- See ? It’s easy ! He said with a smile. Now, we’re going to drive a bit, ok ?

- Ok, you said as you tried to get your confidence together.

You managed to work the pedals and drove a bit around the house. Honestly, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be and you enjoyed it. You also liked having Marshall coaching you through the whole thing, a hand on your thigh.

- I did it !!! You shrieked in excitement. It’s actually really easy !

- Hang on, he chuckled. You haven’t tried driving stick, or in traffic. But I’m proud of you, babe. Now how about we go for an actual drive ?

- You don’t want me to drive on the road, do you ?! You asked in panic.

- Of course not, he chuckled. I don’t want to get pulled over by the cops. Or die. I’ll drive.

You switched places again and drove for a while, listening to the radio. Some hip-hop tracks that Marshall hadn’t heard yet came up and he listened carefully, commenting on a couple of bars. Most of the time, when he listened to tracks, he did so on his own but you actually enjoyed having him provide content, context and explaining the most intricate bars to you. Whenever he talked about music, you could see his eyes light up. You watched him lovingly as he rambled on, talking about an artist, commenting on their discography. At one point, you stopped at a drive-thru and ordered some food, before driving to the observatory where he took you, after you first met. You sat in the car as you watched the sun set, talking about random things.

- I like this, you commented.

- Yeah ? He asked. I’m glad. I can’t believe you had never had Taco Bell before !

- No, I mean, this, you said as you gestured to the both of you. Going on a drive, talking, enjoying sunset… I like this. I’m happy living with you and all, but I like going out of the house and just talking, and not just about what we did during the day. Is it crazy that I feel like we haven’t done that in a while ?

- No, I agree, he said with a smile. Does that count as a date, then ?

- I think it does, you giggled. I like dating you, Marshall.

- I like dating you too, babe, he said softly. Now that I have more time, I’ll be more present, I promise.

- You’ll have to go back to work eventually, though, you pointed out.

- I don’t know, he shrugged. I love my job. Music is… It’s everything to me, you know ? But maybe it’s a sign. Maybe I should put a stop to all of this. Maybe I could just sell Effigy, call it quits and focus on my foundation and my family life. Us. Maybe I should retire.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i did wind up having to do some work into monday & a little on tuesday, and should prrrrobably do a mid-break admin catch up session tomorrow, but even so i have been having a very nice time off! we were able to head up for family stuff on christmas eve into christmas day, which was very exciting because our nephew is now JUST old enough for real legos if he gets some help :) thursday i took for chipping away at chores (i conquered dish mountain and finally did All my laundry and hopefully can now settle into doing one load once a week like a normal person….); friday i went over a friend’s to watch cinema classique xtina/cher vehicle burlesque, in which among other miraculous happenings dr. sam from new girl fucks stanley tucci; saturday i split a pot of tea & a slice of pistachio-chocolate cake with a friend at a yemeni coffee shop & saw her again at the party after which some of us got a nightcap at a local bar and i wound up drunkenly booking a haircut at 4:25 in the morning, which is very silly but you know i’ve been putting it off for months; today i slept off last night and did some end of year journaling & reflecting and then headed into the city to catch babygirl with some friends, at which i had somehow an even better time than i had hoped for. i have mostly been extremely physically lazy but i did get my five workouts in even through the very worst of the luteal times; i have been extremely intellectually lazy more or less without exception. in my head when i pictured my Staycation i thought i would go to museums and such but i really forgot how much i need an effort shutdown at the end of the year and also hate leaving the apartment when it’s cold and i feel fortunate to have had fun find its way to me anyway. i have zero plans tomorrow and then fun plans four days in a row and then one final mostly empty day (which realistically speaking will also be spent sleeping off the night before), which seems basically ideal for me in terms of the relaxation-stimulation balance.

[pupyuj]

I hope you're doing okay 🙏I've been thinking lately and thought why not share it with my favorite fellow yujin simp.

just thinking about how she needs you really bad but you're at an I've practise of hers or in a dressing room for one of her performances.

Baby girl comes up to you all cutely 🥺🥺and hugs you to then whisper in your ear how badly she needs you, she's been thinking about it ALL DAY and having you so close is driving her wild.🥴

You successfully escape the said room to find a quite place to ruin her in. Telling her to be quite for you, "you don't want anyone to hear us right love?"🤭🤫

Yujin being a mess, gripping at your clothes, whining and moaning in your ear😳, bitting your neck as she's close to silence herself 'cause she knows she'd be to loud otherwise. she' s been craving you for hours and that build up + your fingers is just to much for our puppy. 🥰

Also can I be 🧇anon?

tee hee this was 🧇 anon's first ask but i couldn't work on it back then :((( SO HERE I AM :DDDD choosing the dressing room setting too cuz 👀

thinking about yujin who feels like she can't wait for you to touch her until the end of her performance so she's glued to you the entire time she and the girls were sitting patiently in their room waiting for their turn on the stage :((( her pressing her cheek against your shoulder, smiling fondly as you made jokes with jiwon and gaeul, listened intently while rei was telling a story, laughing at your stupid antics with hyunseo and wony, she was so in love with you :((( her mind turning into a puddle when you put your hand on her thigh... you didn't mean to turn her on or anything! and it wasn't your fault that she was so desperate to be fucked! 😵‍💫

her tugging at your sleeve, putting her lips close to your ear, "i really need you, unnie... i'm so wet." see, you weren't really the type to just have sex anywhere whenever you want, so you looked at her with wide eyes at first 😭😭 yujinnie thinking that she might have weirded you out, pouting and looking away, more than ready to just hold it all back until you wanted to touch her :((( but then you excused yujin and yourself to a separate, small empty room right next door 🤭 surprising yujin when you pressed her back against the wall, your knee already sneaking in between her thighs 🫠

yujin was by no means a hard sub but it was rare to see her as she is right now: needy and impatient, practically begging for you to fuck her with the way she grinded on your thigh,, "please, please, please..." she was whining so cutely ☹️ you were never able to say no to yujin... but this was such a once in a lifetime opportunity to push her over the edge for omce,, she always got what she wanted from you, so why not have fun and mess with her for now?? pulling down her safety shorts along with her panties, pressing your thigh against her bare cunt,, yujinnie thinking that you were going to fuck her hard and fast but immediately reads your intent when you started kissing up her neck,, "unnie.. un-unnie, please... just fuck me, i need you..." but she can't help liking the feeling of your lips on her skin :(((

you were careful not to leave marks, but with how weakly you were kissing her yujin only grew more desperate 🫠 she grabs one of the hands you've placed on her breasts and puts it close to her cunt but you swat her hand away, "let me have my way with you or else i'll refuse to touch you the entire day." and that seemed to shut her up quickly,, the pup needed some training anyway,, telling you all that nasty stuff while in the presence of her staff team and members! you would have found it embarrassing had someone heard her... but you'll let it pass just this once bcs yujin was being so cute 🤭

pinching her nipples through all the fabric she was wearing,, yujinnie whining so much bcs while she does feel something, it's not enough :(( humping your thigh mildly to stimulate her clit,, "oh, puppy... you're drenched... you must be really horny, hm?" teasing her after seeing the mess she's made from her wetness alone,, yujin refusing to make eye contact bcs she knew why this was such a big deal to you :((( "you gonna come just from this?" and despite being desperate to come, yujin still had this huge ass pride and refuses to give you more reasons to make fun of her so she holds her climax back,,

it wasn't going to be for long though 😈 without warning, you thrusted two fingers inside her, deeply and harshly,, yujinnie having to hold you so close to drown out her moans,, hands clutching onto your clothes so tightly you thought she was going to rip them to shreds,, "u-unnie..! unnie, unnie..!!" she was so loud 🫣🫣 but your thrusts never ceased even with the risk of being caught,, you only fucked her faster and even deeper, hitting all of her sweet spots and turning her brain into mush with each hit,, slipping a third finger in so suddenly?? spreading her cunt and using your other hand to play with her clit—god, yujin was screaming at this point...

"come lots, yujin-ah.. make this risk worth it.. you're unnie's good girl, aren't you? aren't you, puppy?"

between the nickname, the three fingers stretching her pussy so fucking well, and your breath on her neck, yujin came hard—writhing beneath you and biting your shirt as she squirted all over your fingers,,, legs shaking so hard she nearly collapses, tears squeezing out the corner of her eyes bcs of her climax :((( "thank you.. thank you..." and she doesn't forget to kiss you and clean up the mess on your hand herself,, licking and sucking,, grinning at your flustered face at the sight,, whether she's subbing or domming, yujin will never not drive you insane 🥴

she definitely asks for more if there's time!! otherwise both of you will be at it all night long, no breaks—just how she likes it 😈

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 31 |

Halloween Special part 1

- Alfons & Jude (separate)

Full fic will include everyone

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 2.7k

18+, spooky stuff, dubcon, semi-public stimulation (if the castle is considered public), grinding, edging, no editing

A/n: I procrastinated too much and this whole giant fic is not probably not going to be finished today. So here's what I finished so far. The full fic will be posted as one later. Happy Halloween.

“Thanks for helping me hand out those treats, Ellis.” You walked back into the castle. “I’m glad we got to do something for Halloween before the moon comes out.” 

Earlier Victor had told you it was the Queen of the Night’s Halloween, which would make them more villainous by the time night rolled around. Which was why you celebrated the night before with some games and the type of things that were rumored to bring ghosts. It was a lot of fun.

“No problem. I liked being able to see you and everyone smile.”

You wondered how much time you had until sunset. It would be nice to be able to spend as much time as you could with them, but you were honestly looking forward to some time by yourself in your room. All day you had been pent up and you were eager to finally be able to relieve it.

You opened your mouth to speak again when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your head whipped over to see a glowing wisp floating through the air. You squinted, thinking it was a trick of the light. It suddenly moved and zipped past you and disappeared into the wall.

“Did you see that too?” you said.

“Yeah. I think I saw one earlier too.”

“I see you’ve met our new guests,” William’s voice made you turn around. Victor skipped beside him.

“Remember that fun little, cute game we did that was said to summon ghosts? Turns out it was real.”

“What?” Your mind stumbled over the implications. “How.. is that possible? Ghosts are real?”

“Curses are real. I’d say anything is fair game,” William said.

That explained why some of your things were misplaced earlier.

“Are they dangerous?” Ellis asked.

“No.”

“Not from what we can tell so far.”

“Either way, that book of spells we used might be more dangerous than we thought if they work,” Victor said.

“What did you do with it?” you said.

Alfons waltzed by, with Elbert beside him. “It seems during our fun we misplaced the book. Everyone has been working hard to find it.”

“...you have?” Elbert said.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’ve been with you the whole time.”

The two of them walked away.

“Oi,” Jude’s voice made you jump, “need ya to do something for me,” Jude said to Ellis.

“What do you think about all the ghosts, Jude?” you blurted out the question.

“Annoying as hell. Keeps makin’ me see things that ain’t there. Now c’mon.” He walked off impatiently.

“See you later,” Ellis whispered before leaving. He walked beside Jude, listened and nodded before running off somewhere else. Probably to do whatever Jude asked.

You turned back around to see Will still standing there, but Victor was gone.

“Where’d Victor go?”

“He had some things to do as the queen’s aide. He wished to say goodbye, but didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he told me to say it for him.”

You nodded. Your toe nudged the floor. “So, how long are the ghosts going to be here?”

“As long as they please,” he smiled. “Or until we can find the spell book. There’s a page on how to undo the ritual.”

You nodded. Too bad no one decided to do the counter spell for fun.

“Isn’t it exciting to have ghosts as guests?” William asked.

“I guess so.”

“Are you worried?”

“A little? It’ll just be something to get used to. The castle being haunted.”

He laughed. “That would make Crown Castle more interesting.”

You heard your name and turned to see Liam and Harrison. William gave a bow goodbye and you went to join Liam.

You talked a bit and promised he could help you with the treats next year. Harrison offered to help too, but you had a feeling he was going to snitch some of them for himself. You also saw Roger trying his best to get some data on the ghosts. A brief chat told you that it was hard to communicate with them. It was strange seeing them float around randomly and take different shapes.

You parted ways with the villains. It was starting to get dark. Your feet moved faster as you tried to get to your room. You were aching just thinking about finally getting some time to yourself and you walked faster.

Was it just you, or were there more ghosts? Or were they just changing to be bigger. They moved all around you. You just ignored it and the tight feeling in your chest. You blinked when you thought you saw a forest in the corner of your eye.

You shook your head and kept walking. But you just kept getting turned around. No matter how far you walked, you couldn’t find the right door, and it felt like you were taking the same turn over and over again.

The ghosts whispered screams into your ears. You shook your head harder and covered your ears with your palms. It was going to be alright. You just needed to find your room. If you could find your room? Could you find your room? Were they just going to be in your room too?

You ran faster and faster, feeling lost in the castle for the first time since you first arrived. You turned corners again and again. Feeling hope when you saw somewhere that looked familiar, then despair when it didn’t again.

You just held still and your body twitched. It looked like the walls were moving. You held a sob in your throat as you slumped against the wall. Your back dragged against something that didn’t feel right. You looked behind you. In a moment, you briefly saw it was a bookcase behind you. You reached out and felt it.

The cool leather of the books seeped into your fingertips. You were in the library. How the hell did you manage to get all the way over here? Your body trembled with a sob.

For a moment, you thought you heard the click of dress shoes on the floor. You nearly dismissed it as a hallucination when you heard it again. You looked up and saw someone walk into view. Alfons glanced around. Was it really him or were the ghosts messing with you again. He didn’t have his usual smile on his face.

His eyes caught onto you and his smile returned.

“Why hello. And I thought you had already went to your room like a good robin. You really should before you run across Elbert.”

“I couldn’t find it.” Your voice came out sadder than you meant it to.

He hummed and walked up to you. You didn’t move and stayed curled up.

“May I ask what you’re doing down there?”

“I don’t feel like getting up.”

After a moment he lowered himself and sat beside you.

“What if you aren’t real?” You sniffled. After a second of silence, “Say something only he would know.” 

He grinned.

“Last week when you lost a card bet, you-” 

“Okay. You’re him,” you quickly cut him off. 

“I don’t believe the spirits have gotten that good at their illusions yet to impersonate someone. And one touch will prove if it’s real or not. My dreams are far more potent.”

You stared at the ground. You had no idea what time it was. Or if it was dark outside or not. Not with the ghosts messing with you.

“Why are they doing this?”

“They may be bored.”

You shook your head. “I know they aren’t real, and I shouldn’t worry. But I…” You trailed off and rocked yourself a bit.

“I see your distress is still real.” He shook his head. “That’s a problem.”

He leaned in and tilted your head up. His warm breath fanned over your skin.

“They can’t hurt you. You should be more concerned about me.” Without even giving you time to think, he lightly stroked your skin. “Would you like a distraction?”

He quickly worked your body up again. Especially after not being able to mastrubate earlier, since the spirits foiled that plan. You couldn’t help but nod.

He leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss. It quickly enveloped you. You tried to keep up with him. His tongue pushed into your mouth and took your breath away. You moved closer. He stroked your back and shoulder, sensual and teasing. You moaned softly and pressed your thighs together.

He pulled back. You didn’t even notice when he took his glove off when you felt his bare fingers on the nape of your neck.

“There are no ghosts of ghouls. We’re simply having fun together.”

You blinked and the library looked normal. You tried to remember why you were sitting on the floor again when Alfons nipped at your neck. You gasped. He quickly slipped under your clothes to feel your sex. 

You opened up your legs to let him in more. He chuckled.

“You always respond so sweetly.”

You bucked yourself into him, using your back on the bookcase for leverage. You moaned more loudly as the pressure in you grew. So desperate that you didn’t notice you were beginning to rock the bookcase behind you.

“Careful.” His hand went to the wood to steady it.

As he did there was a loud thump. You both jumped and turned to the direction of the noise. It was a book. You looked between it and the bookcase. Something seemed off. The way it fell… it was like it was placed on top, not on one of the shelves.

“What’s this?” Alfons briefly removed his hand from you.

You reached over and grabbed it. Your eyes scanned the cover. It was the spell book from last night.

“Wasn’t Victor looking for this?”

Why was it on the very top of the bookcase? Like someone was trying to hide it.

His eyes widened and he looked around, like he saw something you couldn’t. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” He said and looked at you like nothing was wrong. “But I suggest that we-”

Wait a second- The memory of the ghosts came back to you all at once. Suddenly you couldn’t see. Wisps of white clouded your vision and swirled around you as if they were angry. The whispered screams filled your ears and you pressed your palms to your ears. 

You thought you hear Alfons’s voice through it and lifted your hands.

“Just keep walking. You’ve suffered worse than this,” he said.

You tried to catch his hand, but couldn’t find him. You felt a tug on the book and you tucked it under your arm. With a deep breath, you just put one foot after another.

It felt like the wind was in your face. You closed your eyes and just kept walking. Using your arms to feel the walls and try to navigate through the castle. You kept holding on tight to the book, and switched your hold to press it against your chest.

Slowly the sounds in your ear stopped. You opened your eyes to see them slowly floating to a stop and a figure with a black and purple cape swatting at the ghosts.

“Jude?”

He was cursing under his breath as he touched each one and they stopped. Your eyes widened.

While you were distracted, the book was tugged out of your hands. You cried out and reached out for it. Another hand snatched it up for you and touched the ghost that immediately stopped. Your eyes met with cold amethyst ones. You froze.

“You… you can make them sleep?”

He grunted. “It’s hard as hell, but yes.” His scowl made your blood turn cold.. “What the hell ya doin’ all the way out here? Listenin’ to none of the warnin’s to get in bed before dark? Ya realize ya owe me fer helpin’ ya.” He took a step closer.

“I couldn’t find the door.”

“Of course ya couldn’t.” He rolled his eyes a bit. “No one’s findin’ the right door in a shitstorm like this.” His eyes drifted to the book he’d caught. “What’s this?”

You held it up. “The spell book.”

His eyebrow raised. “The one we need ta get rid of all these pests?”

“Yes.”

“What’d it say?”

You glanced down at it and bit your lip. “I haven’t checked yet.”

He grit his teeth. “Why the hell not? You just been wanderin’ around like a limp deer? Come on.”

He placed it on the nearby table and grabbed your hair to pull you to it. Your hands went out to catch yourself and his knee went between your legs behind you.

“Find it.”

Your eyes widen. Even compared to usual, this was mean. Is this part of the Queen of the Night?

He pressed his knee harder into you. “The longer ya take, the longer I keep getting to do what I want with cha as punishment.”

You flipped the book open and started to look through the pages as he grinded his legs onto you. You bit your lip and held back the moans as your shaking hands kept searching. It was hard to read in the dark. And you were still sensitive from earlier. A whimper escaped you and you tried to keep yourself from moving against him. You hadn’t even gotten to cum earlier either.

You throbbed against him and dug your fingers into the table. You hissed as he pushed harder.

You were lifted to your toes on occasion. It was so hard to focus.

He laughed. “Startin’ to think you wanted me to punish and use ya.”

You bit down harder on your lip. You couldn’t even say that you weren’t enjoying it. You whimpered and your eye caught on something.

“Found it! It’s right here,” you pointed to it.

“Finally.  Thought you’d stall ‘til the night was over.”

“I wasn’t-”

“What’s it say?”

“Oh. ‘In the room you originally summoned them… draw the symbol on the floor and say the counter spell',” you read. You were in the dining hall when you were messing around with the book. “Okay. So now we just have to-”

You tried to push back when you found he wouldn’t let you.

“Ya thought I was done with ya? Ya still owe me fer stoppin’ the ghosts ‘n getting’ back the book ya lost.” You could hear his smirk. “Keep going. I saw ya grindin’ like a slut.”

A whine escaped your throat before you could stop it. You were still aching. You swallowed your pride and rubbed yourself on him. Your head fell back as you whimpered. Trying to rub up against him just right. The material of his pants felt so good. Or maybe you were just horny.

He laughed. “Ya really are hopeless.”

He pushed harder, once, twice. Tears pricked at your eyes. Pleads fell from your mouth. You were actually getting close. God, you couldn’t believe you were so horny that you were actually close just from this.

Your nails dug into the table. Just a little more.

He pulled his leg away and you almost fell down.

You turned with your eyebrows furrowed. He just smiled. Of course he wasn’t going to let you. Especially not tonight.

“What’s with that disappointed face? Only makes me want to do it again.” 

You sighed and shook your head. You just needed to get this over with so you could finally get to your room.

“Okay. Now we have to go to the dining room,” you said as you tried to pretend your legs weren’t shaking.

“We? I’m doin’ it. Yer staying here.”

He reached out to grab the book. On impulse you snatched it up before he could and pulled it close to your chest. The look he gave you made you shiver and step back.

You screwed up your courage. “I’m helping. I’m not staying here with no idea when this is going to end and waiting until the ghosts wake up. I’m going to help.”

You knew he was going to argue. Before he could protest, you started running in the direction of the dining hall. He cursed and followed after you.

[cozage]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONKEY D. LUFFY

A/N: This was thrown together last minute so just a few fun things to say: 1. This is like..my first full-on smut writing?? I have no idea if I’m good at it or not so just keep that in mind when youre reading it. (also im too lazy and tired to edit this so I apologize for the typos) 2. This was basically my favorite request to do for Luffy’s birthday but thanks to everyone who submitted ideas :) I liked them all! And 3. Funnily enough this is my 100th post so just a big celebration post all around okay enjoy the sex now

Characters: gn reader (AFAB) x Luffy 

Cw: sex - MINORS DNI, bondage, praise kink, orgasms, all that stuff (idk what to tag for smut i’ve never written it before)

Total word count: 1.5k

Summary: For Luffy’s birthday, you decide to let him try out a few new things in the bedroom

Birthday Wishes

MINORS - DNI

Luffy pulled on the ropes securing your wrists to the bed frame. 

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

You laughed, peering up at him through your lashes. “I think you’re more nervous than me, Lu.”

A small grin appeared across his face, and he glanced down at your bare chest. His fingers circled your nipples, rolling them between his index finger and his thumb. He gave them a quick pinch, causing a heavy exhale to escape your lips. 

“Just don’t wanna hurt you,” he mumbled, transfixed on your chest now. His mouth dipped down, sucking hard on your breast. He nipped at your hardened bud and quickly swirled his tongue to soothe the pain before you had time to register it. 

Your wrists pull against the ropes, desperate to run your fingers through his soft hair. But your arms stay locked in place, and you lay below your captain, helpless. 

Luffy pulls away from you for a moment, shifting over to your other mound. “You okay?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer, bending down to kiss and suck on your tender flesh. You whine in response, arching your back to try and grind into his body. 

He mixes soft kisses and quick love bites across your chest, slowly moving upward to your neck, and then your cheeks. He hovers his lips above yours, his eyes lazily looking down at your face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he moans out, his breath tickling your skin. 

His lips crash into yours, his tongue instantly invading your mouth. He pushed his tongue around your mouth, and you can taste the strawberry shake you shared earlier on his tongue. 

He grinds into you, and you can feel his hardened cock still trapped in his shorts. Your hips involuntarily buck upwards, rubbing against his groin. You moan from the sudden stimulation against your clit, and Luffy pulls away from you. 

“Stay still,” he whines. He pushes your core back down against the mattress. 

“Lu-ffy,” you pout, wiggling under his grip. You know he’s being gentle with you in this new setting, but he’s close to turning into the feral animal that you love to have in bed. 

He gives you a goofy grin, and his fingers slip underneath your silk panties and into the slick folds of your dripping wet pussy. 

His eyes widen at your wetness, and he slips two fingers inside your hole. Your hips roll, trying to push him further, wanting more of him in you. His breath is ragged and shallow as he watches your eyes roll back into your head. You’ve almost got him ready to go full force, you just need to edge him a little bit further. 

“Luffy,” you whimper, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Make me cum.”

You can see his wide eyes shimmer with excitement, and you know he’s going to make you regret those words. His smile turns devious, and you gasp as his fingers leave your cunt. Your hips grind upwards, searching for more stimulation, but his hand presses you back down again. 

“I said stay still.” His voice is more forceful now, and you can feel a cord in your stomach tighten at his words. He sits up to get a better view of you, his hands still pressed against your lower abdomen to keep you from moving.

You bite your lip as you watch his eyes rake over your body, devouring every last inch of you. You want nothing more than to yank his shorts down and free his cock, but you’re strapped to the bed, unable to move.

His fingers ghost across your skin to your each side of your waist, and then he hooks his index fingers around your panties and pulls. You lift your ass up, allowing your cunt to be free from the silky fabric, and Luffy quickly pulls your underwear off of you and tosses them to the side. 

His eyes widened at your wetness, and his fingers rub up and down your folds, covering his fingers in your coating. He pushed a finger inside you slowly, and then quickly added a second one. He begins to move his fingers inside you, scissoring and curling them to hit your spongy area. 

You close your eyes, letting your senses be overtaken by his movements. A whine escapes your lips to let him know he’s hitting the right spot, and you resist the urge to move your hips into him again. Your hands wrap around the ropes that are holding you in place, desperately for something to squeeze onto as the cord inside you pulls tighter and tighter. 

He grins at the show you’re putting on for him, watching your face contort in pleasure. Finally deciding he’s put you through buildup, he leans down into your core, kissing the outer folds of your pussy. 

“Luffy,” you beg, breathless from his movements. You know it’s his birthday, but you can’t help your neediness. “Please-”

His tongue dances along your slit as his fingers pump in and out of you, causing your breath to hitch. 

He devours your slick, sucking extra hard on your clit. “God, you taste so sweet,” he slurs, drunk off your taste. 

You clench against his fingers at his praise, and you can feel him smirk into your cunt. He looks up at you, his face covered in your cream. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

You tighten around him again, and he grins at your enthusiasm. Your hands pull at your bindings, trying to help him. 

“Just lay there,” Luffy coos. He pulled his fingers out of you and yanks at his pants, finally freeing his cock. It springs free, standing erect. You can see precum coating his tip, and you twitch in anticipation as you watch him give his cock a few quick strokes. 

His eyes roam your body, watching you squirm beneath him. You pull at your bindings again, knowing it’s hopeless to get free. 

Luffy moves back up to come face to face with you. He brushes the hair out of your eyes and plants a few kisses across your face, and you relax into his touch. 

“Still okay?” He asked, looking intensely into your eyes.

You nod back to him and smile. “Just feeling a little useless, that’s all.”

“You’re not useless.” He pushed his cock into you in one quick motion, causing you to let out a loud gasp. He moaned in unison, pushing further until he completely bottomed out. “You’re perfect.”

He began moving inside of you, pumping slowly and then picking up speed. Lewd noises and squelches mixed in with both of your soft whines and moans, filling the room with a symphony of noises.

“Can I try something?” he asked, breathing heavily. He had a devious look in his eye that made you weary, but you nodded in agreement. 

He leaned down and kissed your nose. “Tell me if it’s too much, mmkay?” 

He pushed your knees against your chest to put you into a mating press, and pushed himself all the way inside of you. He paused for a moment and closed his eyes, and you watched him curiously. 

At first you thought it was just the position he wanted to try out, and then you felt his cock press against your walls even tighter than it was a moment before. You cried out in shock, feeling more full than you ever have in your life. Luffy always found a way to take advantage of those damn devil fruit powers.

He watched you, seeing the tears that pricked at your eyes. He waited for you to say something, but you were still breathless from his size change. Luffy waited for you to catch your breath, and then he slowly started moving again, dragging his engorged cock along your sensitive pussy. His thumb lazily circled your clit, causing your insides to clench against him. 

“You’re so tight like this,” he groaned, picking up his pace again. You weren’t sure how he was even able to move inside of you, but his thrusts began to become erratic and deep. 

You could feel your own pressure building in your gut, and you knew your climax was coming soon. 

“Luffy-” you whined.

“Cum with me,” he demanded, and you obeyed. 

Your gummy walls spasmed around him, feeling him paint your insides white with his cum. He continues to pump into you throughout your high, leaving you both breathless and shaking from exhaustion when you were finished. 

Afterwards, he untied you and showers you with kisses, collapsing next to you. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks. 

“It’s your birthday, Luffy. Did you have fun?”

He pulls you into a spooning position, snuggling his head against your back. 

“The most fun I’ve had in a while,” he mumbled. 

“Me too,” you say, pressing back into him. 

“Wanna go again?”

You smirk. “Who am I to deny the birthday boy?”

[mumblesplash]

What do you think about how Redstone exposure effects people other than red eyes, and if the redstone effects their eyes, does it affect how their brain functions?

Do people without redstone exposure notice a difference in the behaviours of people with redstone exposure?

Do hybrids have different reactions? Are hybrids of mobs that are more commonly underground more resistant? Are neither and end hybrids less resistant/more susceptible?

Is there a difference in redstone quality and if there is, does that effect exposure?

Sorry for so many questions, I love world building! Also, may I steal the redstone stuff?

no need to apologize i love getting questions like this!!

i’d say redstone exposure effects vary based on individual biology, and the exact mental side effects are ambiguous on purpose, but different hybrids absolutely have different reactions to it!

(side note i did deliberately write those redstone exposure notes through a framework that doesn’t account for this, they’re comparing the hermits’ protocols to an implied universal safety standard)

but like tango for instance has ‘metabolic acceleration’ listed as one of his symptoms, the idea being that to a blaze hybrid redstone acts as a stimulant—he sleeps less, eats more, and burns hotter the more time he spends around it (to the point where he can even comfortably forego his usual heat-retaining overworld gear while working in an ice dungeon)

and then doc’s symptoms are a huge mystery, both due to his creeper hybrid status and the fact that he basically has redstone for blood at this point. the question is more what symptoms the redstone is experiencing from all this doc exposure

as for redstone quality, love the question bc i didn’t actually consider that yet! my gut instinct is to say no, there’s not a huge difference in redstone *quality* per se, but it does come in a lot of different forms, and i think it would make sense for some to be more ‘toxic’ than others

redstone dust would probably be the highest risk (easy to accidentally inhale/ingest and has nothing containing it), ore/redstone torches/redstone blocks are less messy but still high exposure, things like dispensers that are crafted with redstone are a little safer, etc. i think the most stable form it can be in is probably potions, where it’s encapsulated by xp

and yeah ofc you can use the idea! i feel like there’s a lot of directions you could potentially go with it, like are there acute symptoms? is it addictive? can you build a tolerance? what IS redstone exactly? (i know the education edition has its opinions but i have other ideas) <- all questions i deliberately leave unanswered for fun and profit

[aingeal98]

hiii i consider u a cass expert and since this has been eating at my brain for a few years at this point; do you have any thoughts on the way cain's poor excuse for parenting impacted cass on more of a cognitive/developmental level? like children need stimuli of all kind that she clearly didnt get even outside of literacy and social interaction and i think its super interesting to explore how cass has complicated relationships with things most people take for granted (like... did cain allow her to have any toys? to play any games other than the "two for flinching" thing? does she struggle with the fine motor skill needed for writing bc she really didnt have smth similar? omg is she ok?? i want to peel her like an onion so badly) sorry for brain vomiting over here i have thoughts and feelings about cass cain and its incurable

Anon you've come to the right place for incurable thoughts and feelings about Cassandra Cain! And you raise such a good point like there's no way Cain's abuse didn't leave her with more than just aphasia, illiteracy, cptsd, all the emotional issues... OK well he left her with a lot of stuff but still! You're definitely right that there's more. I'm no expert but one thing I know how to do is ramble about Cass, so:

In flashbacks we see young Cass doing a jigsaw of a rose in the dojo Cain's raising her in, which makes me think he did want to find ways to make sure her cognitive skills functioned even without words. Of course this is just me theorising but in terms of toys I think he would have carefully selected things that would stimulate her brain and improve her motor skills even without reading and writing. The image of David Cain carefully buying Jenga and Operation and making sure all the packaging with words on it never reaches Cass is now permenantly stuck in my head so thank you for that.

I do think she was definitely deprived of a lot though, and things like the jigsaw were clearly meant to be filler stuff for her before the actual fun games like "getting shot and dodging the next few bullets". I don't think Cain would have ever wanted Cass to be relaxed and comfortable enough to actually fully enjoy playing with toys, you know? If she was actually able to find things like jigsaws meaningful and fulfilling then his conditioning of her to associate getting shot with "fun game of dodgeball" wouldn't have been as successful. Cass may not have liked two for flinching but she did love the fighting and the dodging. Any thoughts of "why am I in pain when I could just be playing Jenga" would have never been allowed enter Cass's head. Which would be easy enough because (understandably so given the isolation) Cass looked up to Cain and got joy and fulfilment from seeing him smile. He doesn't care if she finished the jigsaw other than getting angry/worried if she fails. Whereas being able to assemble and break apart a gun while blind makes him light up with happiness/pride. So naturally, even with Cain making sure her brain isn't TOO different for her not to be able to function as the perfect weapon, she would still be deprived of important cognitive skills and stimuli.

The writing specific fine motor skills would definitely be impacted imo because while her training makes sure her hands can work a massive variety of weapons and probably permenantly injure a man in multiple places with each finger, writing is such a specific task that only comes naturally to us because we learned it so young. It can be learned later in life of course but the natural act of holding a pen and writing would feel so alien to Cass. And that's before you factor in her dyslexia like no wonder we only saw her pick up a pen once 😭 Cass being able to write the alphabet with any sort of ease and lack of intense focus would be a massive accomplishment given David Cain's fuckery.

And just in general being so isolated for most of her childhood would have impacted her brain so badly like even without the autism Cass must have been in overstimulated sensory hell after leaving Cain. So many voices talking, which she'd never heard before. So many smells and sounds and new textures and sights that are too intense for her eyes to handle. She missed out on an entire world and only got to start experiencing it when she was 8, that's got to have a longterm impact. I think as well as autism Bruce and Barbara had her tested for adhd due to all the symptoms she displayed. Doctors aren't clear if she actually has it or if its something different brought on by her upbringing. She spent nine years homeless and travelling so she's more adjusted than she was at the start but there's still times that the whole world just goes blurry and whoops panic attack time need to find an empty place and hide.

I'll stop here so I don't rant forever but thank you for giving me the chance to yell about head. canons and theories. Cass is indeed the most fascinating onion, and the layers are endless. Feel free to rant in my inbox whenever you want I love hearing other people's thoughts on her!

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hey I saw your match up posts with the Dudes and thought they were cute, I was wondering if I could get one?

I'm a trans man and dogs are a large part of my identity, to the point that I am a dog - collars, tails, ears, the whole shabang. I'm also punk in my ideals, I live by "do what you want forever." I'm very overtly weird and cringe for the sake of being my most authentic self

Don't know if this is relevant to this at all, but I also have BPD/NPD, auDHD, and chronic pain

Sure thing, my friend!

I match you with:

Brain Damaged Dude

(Art belongs to capitanby)

I now pronounce you Cringe 1 and Cringe 2. I say this lightheartedly. You guys aren’t actually cringe at all! Well, you’re not cringe anyways. This fucking guy still makes old meme references when TikTok first started. BD Dude is a ginger, a weeb and a brainrot memelord. Three strikes.

That being said, he loves someone who is unapologetically themselves. And you should be! You’re fucking awesome! You even live his mantra of “I regret nothing!” Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. You’re the best fucking boyfriend he could ever have dreamed of.

Dude can respect the punk lifestyle. Except for the straight edge one. His place is trashed with empty Jack Daniel’s bottles and stimulants of all kinds. Otherwise, he loves the whole individuality thing and the rebellion against authority thing. He kinda goes the same way. Fun fact: his right arm has a tattoo of the anarchy symbol.

The Postal Dude has disability due to neurological brain trauma and his schizophrenia. He will reside a special place on the couch for you to lay down when chronic pain acts up. It’s got blankets, a side bag of any medicine stuff to help and he’ll fetch you whatever you need to ride it out. Rest your head on his lap too. He’ll leave comforting caresses while watching whatever is on the TV. Also, you’re not alone in having ADHD.

He’ll somewhat tease about the dog identity thing you have because he’s a bastard. But never maliciously because he loves you. Your ears and collar actually look cute on you. He is a dog person anyways.

Dude plays along. He really likes seeing you excited, so he encourages it. You get called a good boy and receive ear scratches. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel human himself (albeit in a more Jungian complex kinda way). “So babe, you think I give off orange cat vibes? Or there was that one time someone compared my beard to a billy goat’s…”

[oreo-creampie]

brainrot.

i am so damn fond of nipple play even though i've never had my tits sucked or played with.

geto is more of an ass guy imo, but he'd suck them tits while fucking one raw- going really hard and soo fucking good. he's the type to leave gentle, butterfly like touches while fucking you so hard into the mattress totally contrary to the way his hands glide down from your chest to your stomach. along with gentle touches, i feel like he'd also be into spitting and slapping. like he'd spit on your tits, smear it and then slap them- watching them jiggle. OMG AND HE'D LOVE TO SPIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND WATCH YOU SWALLOW IT. he'd also go on and shove two of his fingers in after he spit in your mouth, to push the spit deep down your throat- not caring the tears that prickled your eyes due to the sweet roughness. he'd bite you all over and stimulate the rear hole. def into knife play an wax play. i feel like he'd get a candle drip 2-3 drops on your tits, gently blow air on it when you moan and then do it again but not all the time. he'd do it only sometimes- totally taking you off guard- making it so much better.

gojo would take his sweet sweet time just to worship your tits- trying to make one cum just by sucking on their tits, biting and leaving bruises all over. he'd be the kind to have you give him a handjob while he lay his head on your lap and sucked your boobs to the point they were all sore and red. he'd be so satisfied just by sucking your tits.

i imagine toji to be into breeding so much, imagining to himself how they would get all heavy and sensitive if his seed impregnated you. suckling on them like his life depended on it. while fucking you from the back he'd grope them, squeeze them all the time. he'd also hold you so close to his chest, looking at your tits bounce as he fucks deep and hard- then he'd slowly let his spit trickle down your shoulder reaching to your nipples just for his fingers to catch it, smear it all over and tweak the nipples.

i can't stop thinking about how sukuna (in his true form) would use all that he can to make the experience so fucking good for you. priding himself while making one cum again and again, overstimulating all the erogenous areas. his hand mouths would feel so fucking good on the nipples while he groped your tits fucking into you from below as you tried (and failed) riding him. he would definitely be into licking long strips from your neck to you lips and then kissing you so hungrily and roughly. his other two hands would be groping and biting your ass. just like geto, i feel like he has a big thing for spitting in your mouth.

im such a pervert. send help. i hope you don't mind the ramble TTT

This is a gift to the jjk fandom and thank you for giving me this. I love the rambles so damn much! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

I'm going to have to come back to this one I really really want to write this out you gave me all the details I need. It’s be so fun and easy to write about dilf!geto who is obsessed with his wifey’s thick ass. He can’t help but fondle, bite, slap to see you jiggle. The walls are sound proofed for a reason. Geto is a spitter and he loves to shotgun smoke and stuff his fingers in for you to suck on. He has big fingers so he fills your mouth up easily.

Satoru is canonly a titty guy so he love a nursing job. Getting his hair played with while having your tits in his face to suck on. He would whine and buck his hips into your hand fucking it. He loves hearing you whine about your sore tits.

I could see Toji wanting the reader on their back or on their knees holding their tits together. He loves fucking your tits and seeing the them drip milk. Then stuffing his cock into your mouth for you to clean up. He might fuck your tires and shove your head down so you can lick his thick cock head when it comes up

Sukuna gets a size kink cause there is something to being able to manhandled your tiny ass. (going with hentai logic with this one cause its monster fucking I have to) He loves the belly bulge, the swelling of your stomach when he cums in you. You’re so soft, squishy, small and fuckable, it gets his cock hard thinking about it

I love this, and have been thinking about this all day. Please give me more if you ever feel like it my inbox is always open! I adore this, let be perverts together and share our perverted thoughts with each other!

[wrathofrats]

Day 15. Aftercare

Prompts by @kroas-adtam!

Exploring some domdrop with swiss. Dew giving him some aftercare. This is a bit angsty and short but it’s sweet. I just think dom swiss deserves to be taken care of and reassured (:

Warnings for some impact play, domdrop obv

Tears fell from dews eyes as another loud smack echoed through the room.

“There you go, take it like a good boy”

A large red handprint bloomed on dews ass as he tried to use his hand to muffle his wail, the other tightly wound up in the bed sheets. He couldn’t stop his hips from pathetically trying to grind into Swiss’ thigh as Swiss kneaded the tender flesh in his palm.

“Doing so well for me droplet. 3 more ok? Just want you to cry like a good boy for me” there was a smirk hidden behind Swiss’ words, something that drove dew insane, made him nod enthusiastically like if didn’t get to be Swiss’s good boy he may go insane. He stayed splayed across his lap, trying hard to sit still as Swiss gave him another sharp strike.

The next two followed in quick succession. Tears continued to stream down dews cheeks as he moaned brokenly from the impact. He choked out a sob as Swiss moved him to lay properly on the bed, gasping as the sheets rubbed against his raw skin. Swiss cradled his head in his hands, giving him a soft kiss.

“So good, so so good for me, do you want to cum for me? Want me to take care of you?”

“Please, anything” dew whimpered

A large hand grabbed the base of his cock, so hard it hurt. Dew tried to stifle his cries as Swiss stroked him slowly, barely able to hold on long enough to warn Swiss of his orgasm.

He cums with a shout, spilling hot and heavy all over Swiss’ hand.

“There you go droplet, feel better?” Swiss practically whispered as he continued to touch him, careful not to over stimulate the poor thing.

It takes a minute for dew to come back down. Swiss caresses him as he calms himself down, whispering sweet nothings and making him drink the water he set out as he tries to coax dew out of his heavy subspace. Wipes his tears, continues to tell him he’s ok, he’s alright and that he’s such a good boy.

Swiss feel a pang in his chest as dew brushes away his own tears with his arm. He readjusts to his side, wincing as the sheets brush against his sensitive skin again.

“You sure you’re ok dew?”

“Yeah, just a bit sore. Can’t imagine why” he jokes, giving Swiss a smile and taking another drink of his water.

“You know I don’t mean of it right? When I say that kind of stuff to you?” It’s a reassurance they’ve talked about before, Swiss knows realistically dew doesn’t need it. He still can help but feel like he needs to say it.

“Yeah of course. I asked for it, I had fun” dew gives him a look, “are you ok?”

Swiss chews on his lip as he holds dews hand, feeling his smooth skin under his thumb.

“Just want to make sure you’re alright. That you’re not hurt”

“I’m completely fine” dew sits up. Taking Swiss’ hand in a tighter grip as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Something’s wrong, what’s up?”

“I just get worried sometimes. That I’m hurting you, or whoever else. That I’m being malicious and that I’m doing you harm.”

Swiss knows it sounds dumb coming out of his mouth. He knows dew and the other ghouls beg for him to be mean to them, to show them no mercy. He knows they love it.

But it still feels wrong. It feels wrong to leave welts on dew even after he begs for it. It feels wrong to call him worthless even though it has him leaking. It feels morally wrong and Swiss can’t shake the feeling sometimes. It eats at him, no matter how many orgasms he’s had because of it. No matter how much he’s reassured he’s doing the right thing.

“You’re not, I want it. If I didn’t want it I’d tell you. It helps me, you know that” dew tries to reassure him.

“Yeah, I know. I just -“

“Can you lay with me?” Dew asks

Swiss tilts his head at him

“What?”

“That’s all I want. I want you to lay with me. I’m tired”

Dew scoots over, making room for Swiss to lay down, he pulls the blanket to cover himself before pulling Swiss close underneath it.

“Thank you” dew mumbled into his skin

“For what?”

“Just, thank you”

[msfantasy-anime]

Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Dynamight figures out what you and Deku got up to on the roof.

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Handjob, swearing, slut-shaming

Part Two - Masterlist - Tip Jar

“Interesting that the cameras seem to be working… IT reports that there should be no data feed issues and suggest the footage was removed.” Bakugo states staring at the museums curator Y/n L/n.

“Interesting yet unfortunate- I suppose these things happen.“ You shrug your shoulders at the accusation. Bakugo continues to analyse your nonchalant behaviour, the way you were overly comfortable with the accusation made him more certain that your the villain in the footage.

“For the record - I know your full of shit. I just want to know what happened on the roof. ” You smile at his directness. There was no reason to act coy anymore, you both knew the truth but it was just so fun to see the hot headed Dynamight getting worked up.

“Spill nerd! What happened on the roof?! All I can see is you chasing the villain and then and hour later the camera shows you standing up and walking away.” Deku winces under Dynamights harsh glare. Sweat drips down his forehead, nervousness prickling at his skin. Turning his gaze towards you he sees your shit eating grin, enjoying the sight of a hero turning to mush right before your eyes. “What happened on the roof?!” Dynamights voice booms across the room making Deku release a strangled wine.

“Stuff!” Deku yells, forsaking any hope of getting out of Dynamights crippling stare.

“Stuff…” Dynamight grunts turning his attention back to you, he jabs a finger into your shoulder.

“I don’t give a damn about this damn relic you stole. Royal family isn’t pressing any charges with the whole political bullshit in India, I’m just getting paid to tick a box on the insurance forms. But what I do care about is this idiot, fucking up all his hard work over some cocksleeve!” You look up to Dynamight, eyes half-lidded.

“Jealous my little boom stick?” Your coo taunts, a mocking laugh escapes you as you watch his vein in his head twitch.

Dynamight retches a growl as he storms out of the conference room leaving you and Deku alone at last.

“Come along Deku, I have a limo waiting in the lot to take you back… I’ll be escorting you of course.”

———————————————————————————

“You’ve been such a good man haven’t you?” Deku clutches at the leather seat. The limo speeds across the highway blurring the scenery, or was it the verge of orgasming?

His shaft throbs streams of precum, his dick hardening ever more as your hand begins to increase its speed. Your other hand cradling his family jewels, rubbing them together gently, creating that tantalising buzz that shoots pleasant fire down his thighs.

Your arm is growing tired at the repetitive motion, but you push through the burning sensation, determined to reward Deku for not ratting your identity out.

Besides… he just looked so delicious as he turns into a pool of moans and groans, his eyes rolling back at the stimulation your hands are giving him.

“Mhs g’d.” He utters lulling his head back, you watch his abs clenching as a guttural groan presses out of him. Lines of hot cum shoots out and begins to slide down your masterful hands.

Grabbing the near tissues you wipe away the stream and throw the used tissues to the side.

Deku wraps his hand around your waist and plants his face right into your chest, smushing the fleshy mounds into his face. His dick remaining hard as he continues to touch your body.

“I’m ready to go again.” Shoving his hand between your thighs he runs his fingers along the trim of your panties.

“Can’t - we’re arriving at your agency.” You whine sadly helping your disappointed lover back into his pants.

“Tell the driver to go to this address, I need to take you now.” He says shoving a phone into your hand with a home address lighting up the screen. You pause staring down at the map, taken aback with what this means.

“Is this… is this your-“

“My home. Now get the driver to take us there now or else I’m having you in their back seat.”

[lyramundana]

i’m curious to know whic kinks you think minsung has 🫣

Ohh, interesting question! 😏

Warning: These are all my supositions, based on an hunch of mine and my own delusions, so you're not obligued to take them seriously.

Minho:

-I know the extended opinion is that he's a Dom, hard or rarely soft, but let me tell you that's a fat LIE.

-This man is a switch with a dom leaning, but he's more than glad to sub if it comes to it. He enjoys doing both. When he's in his Dom mood, he's a softie and would only go hard if he's pushed to his limits or he needs to unleash heavy emotions (like anger). A loving, intense Dom. When he's in his Sub mood, he'll be a brat and would love to get on Jisung's nerves, he gets a rise out of being treated roughly.

-As much as it pains me to say this, he's not really into bratty subs. He has fun with Jisung acting like a spoiled babygirl OUTSIDE the bedroom, but once they're in it, he wants the boy to behave and obey him. A bit of playfuness and teasing are allowed, but nothing more. He wants to have a good, pleasant time with no complications.

-He's most likely into unconventional kinks, stuff that even kinky people see as taboo. I'm talking about pet play, predator/prey, knife play, blood kink, non-con, roleplay like kidnapper/victim or professor/highschool student, etc. Boy is intense and DIRTY and we love him for it

-Like Jisung, he's very into clothed sex. They're both impatient and eager, so they spending time undressing each other seems like a waste of the precious time they could be fucking their brains out, so they often just pull their pants down enough and lift up their shirts to get enough skin and that's it. Ripped buttons, tored off shirts, belts hanging off and pants down the knees, shirt up to show their abs and pecks. They're primal and very horny.

-That said, he loves foreplay. Not only to prepp Sungie (most of the time he doesn't even need to), but simply because he enjoys the whole thing. Making out, tongues exploring each other's mouths, leaving hickeys, etc.

-Oral. More into receiving than giving. He doesn't mind eating Jisung out or blowing him off, but he doesn't really get off from it. He only does it to make his pretty boy feel good, and because the sight of Jisung coming undone on his tongue makes him even more feral. Minho can't have sex without getting his dick or ass sucked at least once.

-He's a chest and neck man. He loves playing with nipples, stimulating his pretty boyfriend by licking his sensible pecks, and also burying his nose in his soft, delicious neck. He specifically loves leaving marks on it. His marks.

Jisung:

-A pure switch if i ever saw one. He doesn't have a preference. He can be dom or sub depending of his mood or whatever Minho wants, and he plays both roles equally good. He's a service top, but can be evil too and tease Minho to tears if he feels like it. As a sub, he's playful but very submissive. Like Minho, he'll be rough if he's emotional.

-He's kinky too, but not to Minho's extent. He's not into taboo shit like his Scorpio boyfriend, but tries anything Minho wants to. Jisung is the type to be into underwear sniffing/jacking off with Minho's underwear. He's obsessed with the smell of sex, it makes his eyes roll back white.

-Creampie! Jisung is messy and proud of it. He goes mad with the sight of cum staining one's skin and licking it off. Feeling its warmness, stickiness makes him go brrrr

-Roleplay. He loves dressing up as other people and play their own porn play. He's especially into anime characters.

-I cannot emphatise this enough. His tongue is a fucking weapon with a mind of its own. He can do magic with his, after all, being a rapper means you have to be skilled with his tongue. He's fast and holds his breath for a long time. Draw your conclussions from there..

-Again, following his birth chart, he's a voyeurist. He gets riled up from witnessing (with consent or accidentally) people in their most vulnerable, intimate moments, where they're the most exposed. He loves having "dirty secrets" with Minho, doing things they're not supposed to. He's thrilled when he gets to see a side of Minho he doesn't show to the public, not even the other members. Listen to "Secret, Secret" and you'll understand.

-Exhibionist! Fucking in public places is his thing and he often drags Minho to it. The older teases him out in the open, thinking that the boy wouldn't do anything drastic because there's people watching, but as soon as they can, Jisung grabs him harshly and slams him against the nearest surface he can find, regardless of where they are and who can hear. They've fucked in the studio, practice room, public bathrooms, dorms, dressing rooms, even some dark hall in backstage. They've been caught? Yes, but those people know better than speak about it.

-Such a tease. The more shy Minho gets, the worse Jisung gets with him. He loves having that control over someone, seeing the effects he has on them.