#anyway i am just a bit tired and overstimulated so i am not sure what i write

[francis-writes]

oml i am literally OBSESSED with rabban and no one writes for him except you! (thank you so much for that, genuinely)

i was wondering if you could write some headcanons or a scenario where the f!s/o of rabban is caught by him wearing some of his clothes because they don’t see eachother often?

im not sure if harkonnen have like clothes that aren’t meant to be worn in battle, but for the sake of this, maybe it could be something like a cloak?

(maybe you could throw in some nsfw too if that would be ok?)

thank you so much in advance!! :D and have a great day/night/evening

Okay, so I already mentioned that unfortunately Rabban spends most of the time away from you, on military missions. Depending on the situation, you only see each other during the nights, or he's away for a few weeks straight. In theory, House Harkonnen and Giedi Prime in general are heavily based on its military power, but other members of his family and people on higher positions spend part of their time on councils and creating strategy, meanwhile Rabban works almost exclusively in the field.

You don't have much to do and even if you find yourself a hobby, that's still not enough to distract your attention from yearning, especially that you share a room with Rabban and everything reminds you about him. It's probably not helpful but sometimes when you're free, you just sit there with his his things or clothes that still smell of his body (at least when you manage to hide them from servants collecting laundry).

(By the way, I suppose there are more casual clothes, but these are mainly shirts and other things worn under "armor" or however you call these protective parts of clothing; and also elegant outfits like that robe/coat worn by Piter de Vries. But yeah, I guess most clothes are made to be useful both everyday and during possible combat; there also might be some things like nightgowns and pajamas unless most Harkonnens prefer to sleep naked)

But even when you're busy with something, at least in your chambers, you started to wear his clothes. Unless you're well-built like him, these clothes are too big and hang on you but that's kinda comforting. It reminds you how you feel in his arms, when he embraces you and you nuzzle into his chest, feeling hidden and protected from the world.

Anyway, Rabban didn't know about your little habit, not that you deliberately hid that fact... well, you simply didn't mention it in conversations and you took off his clothes when you knew he was gonna come back soon. It wasn't a crime but you would feel a bit awkward admitting it. It was too sentimental behaviour, nothing that a Harkonnen would approve of.

But it all changed one day when Rabban came back earlier from his mission and somehow no servant came to inform you (well, maybe he ordered them to keep a secret on purpose, because he wanted to surprise you; or perhaps it was another of the little accidents that create every story). You didn't expect to see him before the next day, so when he entered your shared room, you were still dressed in his oversized shirt.

While he was walking there, he was really excited and full of intense conflicting emotions - happiness and arousal before seeing you, anger, anxiety and stress after the last fights, fear about reaction of his uncle... but when he stood in that door and saw you standing there in his shirt, all those worries disappeared for a moment. He just looked at you, slightly surprised.

You were surprised as well and you weren't sure what to say in this situation, so you just said "You're early..." and didn’t explain anything more.

Rabban just nodded and got in, closing the door behind him. He walked closer and eyed you up. "Is that my shirt?"

You felt a bit embarrassed so you looked away from his face and explained "Yes. Sorry that I didn't ask but I missed you and this, uhhh... this reminded me about you and made me feel as if you were close... I know it probably sounds silly, but-"

"No, it doesn't" Rabban interrupted you and took you in his arms, pressing you to his body. You looked at him and he seemed actually... happy? Touched? Slightly turned on?

He kissed you and his hands slided under this shirt, caressing your naked body. When he broke the kiss, he looked at you with a smile. "That's really... well, how do call it... nice, sweet..."

You raised your eyebrow "Cute?"

He nodded. "Yeah, cute"

Rabban pulled you on the bed until you landed on top of him. He embraced you with his arms and smiled gratefully as you caressed his cheek with your hand.

"You could tell me, I would leave you more things. But apart from that, I think it was kinda unfair, since I didn't get anything from you for my travel"

"I am sorry, but I doubt that my clothes would fit you-"

"Who says anything about wearing them? It would be enough to see and touch them. Or, if you wore them for some time, I could still feel your smell" Rabban smiled and kissed you again. His fingers caressed your inner thigh and you shivered under his touch.

"What part of clothing do you have on mind?" You asked jokingly, but Rabban replied in completely serious tone:

"I am not picky, I will be happy with whatever you give me"

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Two More

Another PPV is done, but the Reader’s and Kenny’s relaxing time keeps being interrupted. The Reader thinks up a way to distract him from work.

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/Promises: fluff, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging, overstimulation, Kenny being a giver to a fault

Word Count: 1900

Note: Another song-fic for the Summer Playlist! Don’t know why this one took me so long to work out the smut, but now I am super happy with how it came out. Let me know how you liked it with comments and reblogs. Happy reading!

“Notice” by Little Mix

With a huff, you sank back into the couch. Kenny winced and answered the fifth call of the afternoon. While the day had been lovely, it was full of wrestling business. Not a single minute for either of you to catch your breath, much less relax. And now that you were home, the business had followed him. 

“Two minutes,” he whispered to you. To the caller he noted, ‘it’s not a long one, but I’ve got a minute.” He listened for a bit, then his shoulders slumped. “Mr. Khan, is there anyway we can go over details tomorrow? Besides, didn’t we go over them enough today at- yes. A few plot holes, but-“ With an apologetic look, he slipped out onto the back porch. 

You listened to the one-sided conversation through the screen door. Being married to athletic and creative brilliance had its shortcomings, for sure. But you always had a way of bringing you both back to a calm center. 

While he was on the balcony, you sliced cucumbers and put them in water for a refreshing drink later. You made sure the travel clothes made it at least to the laundry room; the floor counted, right? And you went ahead and laid out some games you could play together on the coffee table. When Kenny came back in with the weight of AEW on his shoulders, you handed him the refreshing glass and sat him in front of the gaming system. 

“You’ve been busy. What happened to relaxing?” He smiled as you handed him a controller. 

“It's hard to relax if I know you’re up to your eyeballs in Khan’s strategizing. C’mon.” You bumped your shoulders together. “Let’s unwind for a little bit.” 

It didn’t take long for the ’easy’ game to turn heated. Just when you were finally getting the upper hand, Kenny’s phone rang again. He paused the game.

“Hey-“

“Two minutes.”

“Fine.” Again, you slumped against the couch as he walked out of the room. Earlier when you had arrived, Kenny had cranked up the AC to get the air circulating. Now the temperature had evened out and you were no longer freezing. You shed your jacket. And caught an idea. If this afternoon continued in the morning's pattern, Kenny would need something to drive him to distraction until the phone calls stopped. 

Your husband came back in with one of the most apologetic faces you’d seen. “Sorry about that. Matt and Nick needed-“

“Don’t worry about it. Now sit down so I can finish kicking your ass!”

The pause was too much for you to regain your momentum that round. No worries. You had a better enterprise in mind. It became more tantalizing with each incoming call. At first, Kenny didn’t notice. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge about in a tank top and your shorts. But when he saw your clothes piling up, his brow would scrunch, trying to figure out your plan. But you would drag him back into the game, or another call would drag him back out. 

Impatience set in. 

“That’s the last one,” he said, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “I promise-“ 

You sat calm as a church mouse as his mouth dropped. While waiting for him in the nude had technically been a few more calls away, you didn’t want to wait that long. 

“What’s wrong baby?” You crooned. Tugging your knees up, you covered your chest. “Are you tired of video games? Would you like to do something… else?”

His head was nodding before he managed words. “Y-yes. No more video games. Uh- did you have something in mind?”

“Mhmm.” You didn’t bother with grace or sha-shaying. Kenny followed you like a parched man to a fresh, cool spring. The bed hit the back of your legs when you turned. His eyes fought to watch your eyes or… everything else. “See something you like?” 

As you sat down, leaning back on your arms to arch out your chest, Kenny’s breath stuttered. “Oh yes. I’m trying to figure out where to start.”

He was just beginning to lean over you when his phone began to ring again. With a hiss, he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You tried to hold him there, but he quickly untangled your fingers from his hair. 

“Boy, you have seriously lost your focus.”

Holding up the screen, Kenny’s earlier delight evaporated. “It’s one of the TNT producers. I can’t-“

“They can leave a message and call Khan instead.” You spread your legs, showing off what you knew would break him. “So, are you going to answer the phone or come fuck me?”

Kenny looked between you and the phone once. He chose correctly and tossed the phone into the living room, slamming the door shut. Then he pounced on you. Here was your passionate lover. 

As he kissed from one shoulder to the next across your collarbone, you purred and dug your fingers into his hair. You helped guide him down to travel from one side of your chest to the other. All the while you softly asked him, “what do you need, baby? Do you want to get behind it? Flip me over and recline us? Undress me just the way you like it?” 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His forceful kisses pushed you back onto the mattress. “I knew what you were doing. Tried to resist. But I can never resist you. Especially when you play games like this.”

You laughed, “I know you always see through my tricks. But what’s the fun of wearing nothing if you never notice? Had to get you away somehow.”

“I’m glad you did.” Kenny stopped ravishing you with kisses long enough to take a long look at your face. Beaming. Waiting for his next move. He loved that you could match his energy in the ring and in production, and that you knew just what he needed to revive him. He lightly gripped your chin, guiding you close for a slow, sensual thank you. “What would I do without you?”

“Be a nervous wreck?” You touched your foreheads together. “Stop thinking about today. Open challenge, right here. Take me, baby. Don’t make me wait-“

He silenced you with a sucking kiss to the hollow of your throat. While your fingers re-curled into his hair, his hips thrust at the edge of the bed between your legs. You tried to drag him up so those thrusts would pass to you, but he began to kiss down your body instead. He nuzzled your stomach on the way down, trailing his fingers down to your undulating hips. His lips murmured things against your skin that you couldn’t hear. But it made your arousal buzz all the same. He continued moving down, around where you wanted him. Nipping at your skin, then tugging your legs further apart just so he could kiss your inner thighs.

You whined and tried to roll your heat into his face.

Kenny tutted at you. “I thought you were trying to help me? If I wanted you to sit on my face, you’d be there already.” He glanced up at you, barely visible over your stomach with how low he was kneeling. “But today has been stressful for you too, huh?” It startled you when his fingers gently smoothed over your sex. “And we both know that helping you will help me too.”

Again, you whined. For such an impatient man, he picked the worst moments to take his time. Your mutual impatience was why you worked so well together. “Kenny, please! Just fuck-“

He cupped his palm under you, teasing with one finger. After only a few passes, his finger was squelching in your slick. He watched, enraptured, when he added a second next to the first. Together they curled, scissored, and made you quake and shiver. He glanced over at your hands, watching them helplessly claw at the sheets. When your toes began to curl, he pulled back. Kenny chuckled at your cry of dismay. Resting his chin on his hands on your lower stomach, he waited for your breathing to even out. Then he took his low position again.

“You’ve been edging me with all the calls already,” you panted, “please, baby-“

He kissed over your mound. “Had to get one in. Make sure you were ready for me.”

“As if I’m not ready for you every second of the day?”

With an agreeing grunt, Kenny dove in to eating you out. His arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you in place as you arched. As you screamed. As you pleaded. And as your body wriggled, trying to move your sex impossibly close to his face. But he was a master at swallowing you down to your soul, he liked to joke.

“Gonna give it to me, baby?” he asked between noisy slurps. “Gonna flood my mouth? Come on. I thought you issued me a challenge.”

You tried to hold off. You really did. But then he began to suck hard in that way and- you fell apart on his tongue. Kenny rushed to drink every drop. It set a chill zinging across your skin.

The shivering that overtook your body wasn’t just from the impending orgasm. It heightened as Kenny crawled over your body before settling himself between your legs.

His eyes gleamed. “I should reward you for every call you had to wait through.”

You shook your head. There was no way you’d survive that many. And you warned as much.

Kenny leaned down to press his forehead against your feverish one. “Perhaps. But you were so patient. Can you at least give me two more?”

As you gasped with the sensation, he slowly worked his length into your heat. His mouth fell open, lax against your cheek. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But when you tried to roll your hips, he didn’t start. Instead, his hands spread wide against your chest. One to the next, he toyed with your nipples. Squeezed and kneaded your flesh. Pinched and massaged. Thrusting only when your whines caught him off guard. But as your need amplified, and your voice caught in your throat, Kenny’s thrusts became erratic. Your body quaked with one release. Kenny stilled, reveling in how you clamped down on him.

He waited for your breathing to even. Then he began to thrust in earnest. You cried out his name, gripping his shoulders. Did you want him to stop and give you a break? Or did you want him to keep going? He felt so good. Between whimpers of delight, you hummed similar pleasantries into his skin. How well he filled you up. To keep going, right there. How only he could make you shake like that. Could he feel how desperate you were to cum?

Your voice cracked under the pleasure. He kissed you deeply, stealing air out of your breathless lungs. As you came, your nails clawed down his back. With a shout that filled your mouth, he spilt into you.

After few panting minutes, he gingerly rotated until he was on his back, with you on top and securely hugged to his chest. He held you, matching your racing heartbeats with his. With a wisp of a laugh, he smiled against your forehead. You whimpered, exhausted and terrified, as he dragged you over his upper chest. With the crook of his finger, he brought you to hover over his face.

“Two more.”

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Masterlist 

Other Kenny Fics: 

Troublemaker (Smut)

Breathless Brat (Smut, Ficlet)

A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, Smut, Fluff)

[hanaruri-tunes]

Degrading Leviathan (Levi x reader)

I am BACK from my uni exams, and I’m pretty sure I passed them all so please applause this genius over here. (Or don’t. That’s fine too :')

Anyway, as promised this is supposed to be the part 2 to the humiliating Leviathan fic, but it is smut so I’m pretty sure you can also read it without any prior knowledge of the other one fuehdhd Plot is not really important here after all.

⚠️ Also, if this wasn’t already obvious -> MDNI please!

If you want to read it though, here’s the first part. (Hopefully the link works.)

If you want to jump right into this one, here’s a quick summary of part 1 (or a quick reminder for those who did read it): Basically our MC here is pretty sadistic, she found some of her "belongings" in Levi’s room and understood that he was obviously using it to touch himself, she acts like she’s disgusted and disappointed in him, then makes him do some "stuff" for her so she’ll forgive him. And all the while, she’s mocking him (Levi’s into that, of course.) It ends with her revealing that she was acting and Levi is reassured (but still turned on. Yep.)

This is the direct continuation of that! Here are the warnings: praise, degradation, two dicks, a bit of petplay (dog Levi), raw, bj, usage of tail, overstimulation (and if I forgot some stuff don’t hesitate to tell me!)

MC/ Y/N is cisfemale in this one like the first part!

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Now that the charade was over, Levi kept hanging onto you as you two were making out. This might have lasted either 5 minutes or half an hour, you're not quite sure. Slowly regaining your senses, Leviathan had naturally calmed down and turned back into his usual form and casual attire… though his dicks were still hanging out of his pants. You laughed.

"Isn't it about time you put those things away?"

Leviathan chuckled nervously.

"Oh… But I-I thought we weren't done?"

…

Huh?

"Well uh, aren't you tired? You came quite a lot… Not to mention from both of them so…"

He looked into your eyes, a pitiful air hanging around him while still holding into his wish firmly.

"No… I can finally kiss you, and touch you freely and even…"

He looked down to your skirt, under which he knows how wet you had gotten after the make-out session you just had despite the fact that you had just climaxed earlier from his tongue.

"Anyway! What I'm trying to say is- I can still go on for way longer. Probably more than you think. If anything, once is quite literally nothing now that I have you. I've dreamed of this for so long♡"

You take a pause to ponder it. It’s not like you couldn’t take him but you still wondered how you should go about this since, well, he has two of them. Plus you wanted to keep things interesting and that box you had found earlier with his "filthy" belongings had some interesting costumes. You stood up, making Levi worried that you might leave only to see him cheer back up when he understood where you’re heading towards.

"You’ve got a lot of slutty outfits in there, huh?"

You take some dog ears and a tail out of it.

"Are they meant for me or for you?"

Leviathan grins at your pick, excited and eager. He reaches deeper into the box, knowing exactly the placement of each object. He could probably navigate in it even with a blindfold on. Not so shockingly, he pulls out a collar and a leash out of it.

"Whichever is fine ehe. I even got a leash to go with it so um, y'know. We can use it right away i-if you want."

Clearly, although he had said that whichever was fine, his eyes were telling another story. Anyone could’ve seen that what he truly wanted was to wear it and get ordered around by you. Not like it was hard for you to do so might as well. You gently put the ears on him.

"Try barking?"

"Woof!♡"

"Cute. You’re the dog then."

His smile widens, happy that you picked the role for him and chose the one he wanted. It takes barely a minute for him to take his clothes off, now he’s only left with the costume and his boxers that clearly outline his cocks. You take a hold of the leash, pulling him as you walk back towards the seat where both of you were making out earlier. He follows you on his hands and knees, already nailing the role. You sit while he stays on the floor.

"Sit."

He sits.

"Look down."

He looks down.

"Paw?"

He puts his hand on yours.

"Good boyyy! So smart."

You scratch him under the chin as if he’s really just a pet.

"W-woofff…♡"

He brings his face to your legs, lovingly rubbing his head and cheek against them. Both of his dicks are already hard and leaking for you, even through the boxers it’s so apparent, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on he got from being treated like an animal. Not like he minds, if that gets you to mock him he’ll take it. Actually, he’ll take anything from you, be it praise or insults.

"Aww is baby all excited to play with me? You wanna feel good inside your owner?"

He nods against your thighs, helplessly craving your touch. Babying himself up to make you feel sorry for his poor state.

"...Alright. Stand up Levia-chan, I’ll suck you off and stroke you for a minute. If you manage to hold it in, I'll let both of them inside me."

He perks up. Had the ears and tail been real, his ears would have perked up as well and the tail would be wagging. He stands up, finally speaking like a human being. That is, if we ignore the drooling and the leash you’re still holding onto.

"N-No way?! Ha… ahhh… Sorry. I’ve gotta calm down. O-Okay. One minute. One minute, you can do this Leviathan."

He mutters to himself, psyching himself up while you’re pulling half down his boxers, taking his upper dick into your mouth and stroking the lower one through his boxers with your free hand, the one that’s not holding the leash.

He keeps his eyes tightly shut, probably realizing that if he opens them and sees your cute face sucking on his gross cock he��ll ejaculate immediately. He breathes heavily and repeats "IcandothisIcandothisoneminutejustoneminutegodplease". You retain your smile, but he’s just so cute. You count up to 60 in your head, it probably wasn’t super accurate but you’re proud of his restraint regardless.

Once you stop, he slowly calms himself down and starts breathing normally again.

"D-did I make it??"

"Yeah. Despite being such a slutty dog, good job hah."

He grins at your mocking tone, enjoying it. Then he opens his eyes, his gaze goes straight to your open legs. As soon as he had calmed down, he got excited again, seeing you ready to take him fully in. He comes closer, his hard cocks hovering over your slippery pussy and ass.

His eyes go a bit crazy for a second, as if he’s in a frenzy, or hypnotized.

"Ahh… Ahh… fuck. Fuck fuck. Really? I can put both of them in?"

You chuckle at how nervous and eager he is.

"Knock yourself out."

He starts to laugh softly, exhilarated.

"Hah. Haha… Oh my god. I’ve always dreamed of shoving my disgusting cocks into your cute and pretty pussy. I’m such a lucky fucking bastard."

He firmly grabs your waist, frankly you’ve never seen him being so sure of something. He slides them in slowly, both in each hole. You squirm and whimper under his unbreakable gaze on your whole being. Your holes gladly taking him in, your soft body, your cute facial expressions as you’re feeling better and better as he’s pushing himself in, he watches all of it so closely that it almost makes you shy.

"S-Stop staring so closely you dirty mutt."

"Y-Yeah. You’re right, I’m a dirty dog~ Please abuse me with your words some more…"

Geez, this guy has a problem… A problem that you find unbearably hot and cute.

He pounds into your holes, holding your legs up from the back of your knees, pushing them upwards, near your face. All the while you’re still holding onto the leash that is strapped on his collar.

"Come on. Please please please… I’m begging Y/N! Just a little bit."

He’s already enjoying himself so much inside you yet he wants even more, he sure is spoiled. But well, you want to see him go even crazier over you. So you do as he wants.

"You absolute gross fuck. You’re more of a pig than a dog you know? I’ve never seen anyone make such an elated face while fucking someone. You should just get over with it and serve me as a sextoy."

He submerges himself in your fake disgusted face, grinning as you’re completely disrespecting him as a human being, or, well, a demonic being. Then he happily glues his body against yours, his lips near your ears as he begs for more insulting words.

"More please, embarrass me more."

Your mind is already wandering off from getting fucked so good. It’s getting harder to think as both of his dicks are pleasuring your insides, making you pump out so much of your juices, more than you ever have. Yet you somehow manage to answer his needs.

"Y-You… You’re just a gross little fuck- A lame creepy otaku with two dicks who gets off on his crush’s insulting words. You s-sure are good at acting cute and pure while all you really are is a masochistic whore- Mmh!"

You can’t see his face but you can feel him smiling and drooling against your neck and shoulders. Suddenly, the air around him turns dark as he takes on his demon form. Completely lost in his lust and pleasure.

He sticks the tip of his scaly tail into your mouth, making you unable to degrade him any further and his pace quickens. He pounds into you harder and faster, his cocks getting ready to unload themselves into your pretty holes.

"A-And yet you’re so kind that you’re letting a lame, gross and disgusting fuck like me pump both of his dicks into you and you’re wholeheartedly sucking on his monstruous tail. Aaaaahh…~ You’re so nice Y/N, I’ll be your toy all you want! Iloveyousomuch.♡ Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou-"

Your mind completely goes blank thanks to all of your holes being filled by his dicks and tail, at this point, fucking him is like fucking 3 guys at the same time. And as you lose yourself, he does so as well. Emptying himself inside you, grinding on you over and over as he keeps cumming for a solid 20 to 30 seconds, you never even thought it was possible for someone to ejaculate for so long… Well he is a beast and a demon.

When he pulls out, his juices flow out of you for a while, maybe even longer than it took for him to cum since his loads have been mingled in with yours inside of you. He hurries over to his phone, taking pictures of you completely fucked out so he can use them later… Well, hopefully he won’t have to, since from now on you’ll always call for him when you need to use his dicks, right?

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Done! As usual please don’t hesitate to leave comments or some tags (or messages in my askbox if you’re shy!) This is tumblr, I can assure you no one will make fun of you or judge you, we’re all chilling in our trash here 🫰

[rainywritesx]

Headcanons: Chan with an autistic S/O

Headcanons of bang chan with an autistic s/o because I’m in a delulu mood <3 I also want to preface this by saying that autism presents itself differently in people across the spectrum, so I apologize if you cannot completely relate to this! Regardless, I hope you will enjoy it ^^ (I might make a part 2 bc there’s so much else I could mention lol)

Warnings; none, reader is gender neutral!

— I feel like Chan would be such a sweetheart with this topic

— As much as he comes across as the type to want to be educated on these kinds of things (i.e marginalized groups i guess?), I can imagine he still has a picture in his head of autism that isn’t completely accurate, especially if you’re afab (assigned female at birth)

— Not his fault, moreso a result of a bias against autistic women lol

— Anyway

— he’s more than willing to learn

— I personally am really sensitive to food textures, and as a result my diet can be a bit limited

— I can just imagine Chan trying to learn as much as he can about your safe foods as well as foods that you can handle in general

— Whenever you two go out to eat somewhere he makes sure the restaurant has something you can eat on the menu!

— Will definitely not judge you if you end up opting for the classic; chicken nuggets

— Will also be very attentive to you especially when you’re in public

— If you’re like me and good at masking your traits, I feel like he can still tell when you’re feeling a bit tired or maybe even overstimulated

— He will immediately try to find a way to get you to feel better, whether that be going to a seperate room with you, leaving you alone for a bit, giving you his headphones, whatever solution is available to him in that moment will be used

— And gosh, when you talk about your special interests

— Mans is whipped

— Will buy anything related to it just to see your face light up whenever he surprises you

—He also admires your strong sense of justice and how you stick to your principles

— AlsO

— If he finds out you actually find eye contact unbearable yet still do it since you are masking

— I can totally see him avoiding your gaze instead since he knows it makes you feel better

— AHHHHH

— Or maybe he will remind you it’s okay not to make eye contact, but he won’t get upset if you still do it either ofc

— Also, if you’re like me and struggle with your routines being messed up

— Baby will try so hard to make sure nothing unexpected comes up, or if it does, he won’t force you to join him

— I can imagine chan may have to work unexpectedly at times

— Especially when a comeback is coming up

— During these periods it can be harder for him to keep his promises with things like dates

— He will try to be as clear as possible in this

— But also, life still happens as annoying at it may be

— But this cutie will make it up to you in any way you want

— Another thing, he really admires your directness and way of communicating

— Not to toot my own horn here, but i prefer being direct way more over giving hints and having the other person guess what you are trying to say

— I can see chan as someone who values good communicator in in general, and this trait of yours definitely helps a lot in that

— Even if the way you word it may come across as a bit too blunt, Chan is aware that there is no malicious intent when it happens

— Overall he just loves you so much, and I don’t think he views you being autistic as particularly good or bad, it’s just a neutral descriptor if that makes sense

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Ep 10 Thoughts

We have finally made it to the end of the show. I still have not watched episode 8 and I doubt I ever will. From what I have heard, the show and the story actually makes more sense to me than it does to people who have seen episode 8. That’s crazy. Anyway, I just made lunch and I got my juice so it’s time to watch. As always, here’s the disclaimer that I pretty harshly critique this show. If you think that will make you angry, don’t click the read more. Disclaimer done, let’s goooo:

Okay before I even start, how the hell do I have zits on the back of my neck. Where did these bad boys come from? One is right on my hairline. Hello? Go away.

Okay okay okay. I am going to go into this with an open mind actually. I am too tired and exhausted and sick to not at least try to enjoy this show. Also I was way too verbose for episode 9 and all of my thoughts were actually too long for tumblr. I ran out of characters. So gonna have to try to reign that in a bit today.

I beg your finest pardon but why the fuck is this episode one hour and twenty minutes long? Yeah this post is probably gonna end up too long too. Maybe I’ll just do two parts if needed. (it did not end up too long yay!)

Not gonna lie to you guys. I do love back hugs like this. As many problems as I have with this show and these characters…this? This is cute. See? I’m not always bitter! Just..most of the time.

Why mention the video clips that Rak’s dad apparently has just to say “oh it’s been taken care of. It’s not a problem.” That’s not how stories work. If you introduce a potential problem, you gotta let it be a problem or let the characters work to resolve it before it becomes a problem. Not just say “yep here’s a thing that should have been a main conflict but don’t worry. A character that only exists off screen and has only really had any sort of role for the past 2 episodes took care of it already!” Like…what?

Every day I am forced to be overstimulated by the nature of living in a city. Why do I live here I ask myself constantly? The answer is always because I can walk everywhere I need to go including to work and also because I love it. Just not…the idling trucks. The big engines. There is nowhere for the sound to go because it’s trapped by all of the tall buildings and I am on the bottom floor literally on the street. I walk out my apartment and boom. One of the busiest roads in my city. Anyway I digress. I have been overstimulated since June. The fall cannot get here fast enough.

You know I never fully understood how or when Mut fell in love with Rak. I still don’t know. I mean he was flirty on the island and they fucked but when did Mut actually fall so hard? I cannot pinpoint when his lust turned to love. It must have been a specific moment because it certainly wasn’t a slow build into love. Nope. One day Mut loves his island more than anything in the world and then he leaves it for Rak. Without a second thought. I just would like to understand when that happened. Sure, he liked Rak, but to love someone enough to give up your home? And I know he’s about to dip and go back home (without telling Rak) but I cannot figure out why he left in the first place. I know the answer is because he loves Rak but I did not see that until he actually fucking left the island. I did not see that until episode 6 when he finally maybe started respecting the barest minimum of boundaries.

Oh how this show looooooves its flashbacks. At least this one kind of makes sense. Though I wish it trusted its audience enough to know what Mut is calling back to.

Ew Vi. Mook run away girl. You deserve better.

Noisy neighbors go AWAY.

*eats my veggies* *considers blasting kpop*

*blasts Stray Kids* Congrats. Since you want to involve me in your conversation right outside my door, I get to involve you in my music taste. Just be lucky this isn’t an nc scene in Love Sea cause I’d blast that too. Make everyone uncomfortable.

Rak does not need Mut’s love to become a better person. Rak does not need love to be a better person. People are allowed to not want love for any reason. No one gets to make judgment calls on them for not wanting it. Full stop.

Surely the next words you’re gonna say are “Respect his boundaries and let him come to you when he’s ready, right? …RIGHT?

God damn it Mut.

Is Rak a dog that Mut is leaving behind? Why is he giving instructions on how to care for Rak? Rak is a grown ass adult and was fine before Mut entered his life. Like what the fuck is this?

Mut goes and says goodbye to everyone but Rak? What is with this farewell tour? Just fucking tell Rak that you respect his decision, but you can’t live like that anymore so you have to go. Don’t just…disappear from him while seeking out everyone else? What in the immaturity…

I am a bad person for laughing at Mut’s tears. But c’mon. This is just…too much. Just talk to him man. Just talk to him without trying to force your feelings on him or make him share what he’s feeling. My god. The DRAMA.

???? Boy you got a tattoo on your neck to remind you of him??? Which is it????

MAME really thought she did something with this drama. She really thought some message is landing here. It’s not. I’m bored. Just let them get together again so this can be over with my god.

A flashback to when Mut literally broke into Rak’s room…wait those aren’t the right words. He didn’t need to break in because HE HAD THE KEY when he should NOT have had the key.

Why the fuck did that get a romanticized flashback? Invading someone’s privacy is not romantic y’all what the fuck.

Well. That was a show. That I watched. Honestly, out of all of MAME’s offerings it was simultaneously the best and the worst. There was no sexual assault (that I am aware of, again I skipped episode 8). So that’s a plus. It is, however, the laziest writing I have seen from a BL in a long time. Is it a good show? No. Is it a good BL? No. Is it a good MAME show? Eh. Depends on the metrics. The story had structural issues as well as pacing issues. The cinematography needed work and that’s not something I am typically capable of noticing. The sound mixing was some of the worst I’ve heard in a BL. At least lately. The acting was fine. Actually, can someone give these actors some better roles for the love of god???? All of this to say. I am glad ViMook isn’t officially canon and I hope that Mook is able to get away from Vi cause that girl is awful. The end.

[frogofalltime]

day 16

i woke up at 9:30am and got up around 10. i took my meds and ate porridge for breakfast and then proceeded to procrastinate for like. an hour

then i realised i needed to hurry up and shower before my friend arrived so i did that and got dressed and she got here at 1pm. she also suspects she has adhd and she always used to be like two hours late whenever we hung out in the past so she was very understanding that i couldn't meet her at the train station this time.

i decided to wear my favourite dress because i hadn't worn it in ages. my friend studied fashion at university and she has a really cool and unique style that always inspires me to try different clothes ! and i love this dress, it is vintage, the fabric is black with an off-white collar and it makes me feel like a boy version of wednesday addams. i also wore the doc marten shoes that @mollusc-consultant gave me in december; i was too scared to wear them outside before because i heard they can rub your ankles and cause blisters if they are not broken in properly, but my friend brought me some plasters so i put them on my feet and i had no problems at all.

when she arrived i was already feeling very weird from the medication. i was talking too fast and too much, i kept getting up and sitting back down for no reason, i forgot what i was doing and couldn't find things and was generally just very flustered and confused i guess ? tbf i am like that a bit normally anyway as they are all adhd symptoms, but i've noticed the medication is making it worse because it makes me kind of high and insane.

then we went out to a falafel cafe i've always wanted to try, it was very good and affordable too. even though i haven't had an appetite recently i actually did feel hungry so i enjoyed my falafel wrap very much. it took me about an hour to eat it though because i'm a slow eater even without meds but the meds are making me slower since my brain thinks i am full even when i haven't eaten much.

then we went to the supermarket because i needed to get groceries for myself and @etherealspacejelly (who is too sick to do much at the moment). i felt bad dragging my friend along on errands but she actually offered to come with me in the first place and she said she enjoys doing mundane tasks with people so i am glad !

the supermarket was Literal Hell. very packed full of people and overstimulating and Bad. i got everything as fast as possible and we packed up and left as quickly as we could

then we walked to the house and dropped off robin's groceries. i wanted to go home because my bags were heavy and i needed to put my shopping away but my friend kept talking to robin for a while (which i think was also uncomfortable for him because standing up makes the nausea worse and also interacting with people takes a lot of energy so i am sorry about that)

then we walked home and i put away the groceries and made some herbal tea but i had no appetite again so my friend ate snacks with hers and i just drank the tea by itself.

we chilled in my room for a while and then it was time for my friend to leave so i dropped her off at the train station. i was feeling very weird by now. mostly overstimulated and tired from socialising but also dizzy and nauseous from the meds

when i got home i drank some water because i was very thirsty and then i lay down on my bed with the lights off to decompress. i distracted myself from the bad feelings by scrolling on my phone and stuff.

robin reminded me to eat; i didn't want to make a proper meal because all i craved was toast and chocolate. i had some grapes and nuts as well to make it more balanced.

after eating i felt much worse. i genuinely thought i was going to throw up. i distracted myself by reading percy jackson.

i also saw my flatmate who i hadn't seen for months and i found out she has a girlfriend !!! which was super exciting because i did have a suspicion she was queer but i was not sure and i didn't want to assume anything. but it's so nice not to be the only one in my flat; my other two flatmates are religious so i am very closeted around them. i am really glad there's another person here that understands.

i got ready for bed but i was still feeling like i might vomit so i didn't brush my teeth just in case. then i had an accident and realised my left thumb was bleeding a lot, and it made me panic, because i'm not good with blood. but robin calmed me down and gave me a logical step by step solution to sort it out and i did that and calmed down and felt much better.

finally i brushed my teeth and got into bed. i still feel sick but it is not as bad. i'm going to try to sleep now. hopefully i don't stay awake until 3am like i did last night.

[papijean]

My BEANNNNNN congrats on your milestone!! What about pussydrunk!bo and 29? 🌸

RYYYYY HERE

"Fuck you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you"

bokuto x reader

warnings: smut, 18+ content, breeding kink, praise, kinda corruption, big beefy bokuto, overstimulation, unprotected sex

word count: ~600

papijean's one year anniversary

"Ko- fuck, please," you clawed at your boyfriend's wrists. His hands were gripping your hips so tightly it almost hurt and his hips slammed into your ass with such tremendous strength it made your body heave forward with each one. You could barely breathe with the way he was fucking you into your mattress, face half- into your sheets, and barely able to keep the air in your lungs.

"S-slow down," you almost begged. Exhaustion hovered over you like a cloud even though you had put no effort into your time with him. Bokuto's stamina was admirable on the court however it left you a mess in the bedroom. "Bo- oh god."

His tip prodded against the sweet spot inside you, making your toes curl and endless moans to bleed out instead of your request. Truthfully, you were sure he couldn't hear your words anyway. Between the sounds he was forcing out of your body and the way he was getting lost at the sight of his cock pummelling your used hole, Bokuto was too consumed to think about your words.

Your walls tightened around him for what felt like the umpteenth time. You'd lost track of how many times he made you cum. The sweet pleasure began to feel tiring, and your poor pussy was overstimulated.

The intense pressure around his throbbing cock caused him to follow suit. Bokuto moaned your name as thick ribbons of cum filled you up. Loud breathing filled the room, along with the silent cry when he pulled out of you. You could feel him leaking from you, thick globs trailing down your folds until they were going to drop on the sheets. Before they got the chance, Bokuto collected every drop with his fingers.

"Fuck you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you," he groaned. He was already hard again as your hole squeezed around nothing. You whined as he pushed his cum back into you with his fingers, slowly fucking you with them once again.

"You want more, baby? Can I please give you some more? Can't get enough of this sweet pussy look how hard I am for you again."

You didn't need to look back, you could feel his length pressing against the fat of your ass, needy for more of you. Without even a response he pushed the tip in, just the tip - enough so he could see your pretty hole stretch for him.

"Ko- please, fuck s'too much," you whined. Bokuto watched his pink tip disappear inside you over and over again. Fuck, if he tried hard enough he probably could cum just like that. No, he wouldn't even need to try the sight of you dripping with his cum was enough for him to burst again.

"I need more, baby," Bokuto pleaded. "Just let me fill you up just once more, yeah? You can handle one more can't you, baby? Look how good you've been for me, just need you to be my  good girl a little longer."

You were so easily distracted by his words of praise you never noticed with each thrust he pushed a little deeper inside you until his balls were slapping against your clit and your walls were snug around him. One more, you could take one more just for him. You could be his good girl just a little bit longer if it meant he'd cum inside you again.

[agent-cupcake]

Double Down

I am on vacation so this might not be very polished but I needed to get the idea out there. It's a very important message.

Pairing: Claude von Riegan x f!reader

Synopsis: Your mischievous husband comes up with a game to keep you entertained at a work party, and you lose.

Warnings: explicit smut

Tags: semi-public sex, use of sex toys in a public setting, face fucking, overstimulation, edging, D/s dynamics

Word Count: 5.2k

“Sure, that sounds fun,” you agreed, refusing to show any sort of reaction to Claude’s proposed plan. It seemed like one of his games, the kind that were meant to push you a little too far just so he could enjoy your reaction, so you didn’t give him one. 

“Really?” he asked. Just like you hoped, your response clearly caught him off guard.

You shrugged, smiling coyly. “Why not?”  

That was your biggest mistake. You didn’t doubt he would actually go through with it, but you assumed that there would be a point where your agreement would force him to admit he had only been playing, that he would have to relent before things went too far. And then he called your bluff, because Claude von Riegan had never met a line he didn’t at least think about crossing. 

And that’s how you found yourself wound up, hot, and desperate, trapped among the expensively dressed elite at a fancy event held to celebrate the various donors and boardmembers of the Riegan family’s company, Leicester. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Claude asked you, his tone dripping with sincerity. You narrowed your eyes at his furrowed brow and little frown, knowing it to be false. Nobody would be able to tell by his carefully calculated look of concern what was really going on; he played the role of caring husband perfectly. All night Claude had maintained an immaculate poker face, acting ignorant of your increasingly unraveled state. Taunting you, daring you to give up as he dragged you around to mingle. “You don’t look like you’re feeling so great.” 

“You do look rather flushed,” Claude’s current conversation partner, an older gentleman whose name you could not recall, said with a polite frown. You wondered with equal parts horror and amusement what he would say if he knew the details of your ailment, the reason you looked flushed. 

“I’m fine,” you told them both with a forced smile, doing everything in your power to ignore the way your pussy clenched around the silicone toy, reminding you of the sick nature of your lie. 

You had agreed to wear the little U-shaped vibrator earlier, knowing full well that he had the remote and you were going to be in a very public setting. You knew that and agreed anyway because you thought it would force him to admit that he wasn’t as committed to his whole “devil may care” attitude regarding sex as he usually portrayed. Once again, you had managed to play right into his hand. 

Claude had been teasing you ever since the party began, the remote tucked into his pocket to be messed with at his leisure. You could tell the moment he got bored of a conversation or speech because the thing would jolt to life, silent and hidden from everyone except for you. From the maddening lower vibrations that had you straining and squirming to the stronger ones that were nearly painfully overstimulating, he kept you on edge, not allowing you to come but making sure you stayed on that precipice. Playing with you like you were his own personal little puppet to keep the monotony of small talk from getting too tiresome. 

The shame and embarrassment weren’t even the worst parts. It was the dreadful, miserable knowledge that Claude wouldn’t let you come. That had been his single rule before leaving, one you hadn’t thought would be that bad because you were used to his teasing. But this was different. You were an idiot for thinking this would ever end in your favor. 

“I’m just a bit tired,” you explained, looking at Claude with an expression you hoped conveyed what you really meant. You needed a break. 

“I don’t know,” Claude said, his face pinched with the most convincing display of worry you had ever seen. “I hope you’re not coming down with something.” You had to bite your lip to hide your reaction when the vibrator suddenly flicked back on. When your inner walls tensed up, the motion pulled the opposite end of the toy flush against your clit. It was all you could do to stifle a helpless groan, to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to either displace the toy or get satisfaction from it. 

“It is flu season,” the older man offered with a doubtful frown. You avoided his eyes at all costs, embarrassment and pleasure and need and disgust and shame all swelling up inside of you. “Although I know this weather has been terrible for my allergies.”

“That could be it,” Claude said, pressing one hand to your cheek while the other stayed casually in his jacket. The vibrations grew stronger and your knees nearly buckled. His look of concern cracked for a moment and you saw the smug smile begging to break through, covered by the way his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer. “Maybe getting something to drink would help?” 

“No, I’m… I’m going to use the restroom,” you told him, pulling free of his hold. “If you gentlemen will excuse me.” The vibrator mercifully shut off, not that it helped you walk normally when you could feel the way it shifted with every step. The best thing to be said was that most people who too absorbed within themselves to pay attention to you. And you just needed some space, a bit of breathing room. At least the toy remained off as you left the main atrium into the dark hallway. Little mercies.

The bathroom was thankfully vacant and, as expected, opulent. Marble countertops, screen display in the mirror, toilet with a bidet, thick paper towels, a nice floral scent, it even had music and some calming ambient lighting. At this point, you weren’t as intimidated by displays of wealth. Even flushed and breathing a bit hard, you looked like you belonged here. Claude had taught you the art of aristocratic artifice quite well. But you didn’t feel so much like a lady right then.. If your dress's hem wasn't the type that hung a little past your knees, the bottom flared with multiple layers of skirts to give it a nice retro flare, you probably would have a spot showing from how wet you were. Over an hour of teasing had sent your body into overdrive, it was agonizing. You could take the toy out, although you weren’t sure where you’d put it. Besides, Claude would probably be unhappy if you were to take away his fun. 

While you were stuck considering the risk of what sort of punishment he might come up with versus the reward of sparing yourself, the door opened, shocking you upright. In the mirror, a pair of sparkling green eyes met yours.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. “This is the ladies' room.”  

“Shh. I won’t tell if you don’t,” Claude said with a playful smile, locking the door behind himself. The sound made your stomach clench up, your pussy clenching around the toy and reminding you of the terrible ache. Although you would probably say that you had merely forgotten to lock the door, a part of you knew that this was what you wanted to happen, an invitation. “You’ve been so quiet tonight,” he continued, “and then with your dramatic exit, I got a little worried. Is something wrong?” 

You frowned at his innocent act, your brow furrowing as you shot him the flattest look you could manage. 

“As adorable as it is, pouting isn’t exactly an answer to what I asked,” Claude told you. “Unless that means you’re fine, in which case we should probably get back out there.” He hesitated, feigning an entirely nonchalant demeanor as he looked at your over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, these things tend to run a little long. You don’t mind staying, do you?” 

The idea of going back out there like this, having to endure potentially hours more of torture, was too daunting. “Claude, I can’t take any more,” you said, knowing full well you were whining but too distraught to care. He smiled. “I’m being serious!” 

“Just a little longer,” he said soothingly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Fine,” you said unhappily. “Please, just… cool it a bit with the…” You gestured vaguely to his suit coat. It was tantamount to admitting defeat, but it was all you could think to do. 

“What?” Claude asked with an infuriating amount of cherub-like innocence. “Oh! You mean this?” He held up the remote, holding your eye to make sure you were paying attention as he upped it to the highest setting. You gasped loudly, your legs nearly giving out. 

“Ff-Claude!” you said, your voice a hoarse rasp somewhere between a whisper and a shout. “That’s too much.”

“Okay, okay, you can have it,” he said, holding the remote towards you, smiling a truly devilish smile, his skin warmed by the soft lighting and teeth winking in the low light. The vibrator continued its aggressive buzz against your inner walls, your pussy squeezing around it despite the discomfort of overstimulation. Every time it pressed in a particular way against your clit, white hot eletricity shot through your entire body.

“Really?” you asked uncertainly, too used to his antics to believe him at face value.

“Sure,” Claude agreed. “But you’ll have to come get it.” With that, he dropped it back into his pocket.

Normally you had a sense of modesty regarding these things. Claude could have you stripped bare and dripping wet and begging for him to touch you as if you were pleading for your life, but it took time to get there. You played a role, and that usually included a certain amount of hesitance, your desires drawn out of you in a way only he could. It was a matter of basic decency, something that Claude often seemed to lack when it came to teasing and taunting and torturing you. 

But your brain was well and truly shorted out and things like shame or propriety no longer had any sort of meaning. You didn’t want the remote, you wanted satisfaction. You wanted Claude. So you gave up on the theater and stumbled towards him, pressing Claude against the door and kissing him desperately. To his credit, he didn’t stop you, letting you pull on his hair and press your body against him needily. You could feel the throaty vibrations of his laugh, but you didn’t care. Not when his hand settled on your waist, not when he grabbed your jaw, and especially not when he bit your lip. All the while the little toy buzzed inside of you, insistent and aggressive, and you wondered if this would be the time he’d let you come. Finally, finally allow you to get off.

Frenzied, your hand dropped from his hair to brazenly map his body through his fancy suit. You cupped his erection through his pants, trying to wind him up even a little bit. Claude groaned, his hips ever so slightly pushing against your hand, but you didn’t linger, hiking up your skirts and taking his hand to press it between your legs in turn. If your soaked panties weren’t the result of an entire night of cruel teasing, the way Claude’s eyes widened upon feeling how wet you were might have been empowering. 

“Wow,” he said, sounding out each individual sound to articulate his shock, his fingers gingerly pressing the toy further into you, against you. It almost didn’t even feel good and you knew without a doubt that you would die if he stopped. You clung to the front of his suit, biting back your moans. “You didn’t secretly come while I wasn’t watching, did you?” 

You shook your head, hoping it was convincing. That was hard when he was still teasing you with the toy, when all you wanted was to give in to the pleasure and finally get off. 

“Really? 'Cause this feels an awful lot like the mess of a naughty girl who came without permission,” Claude teased. Not seductively, he was never so crass. But there was something about the playful banality he maintained while being so filthy that made it that much more potent. “When was it? When I was talking to old man Gloucester? That would be… Actually, that’d be pretty hilarious.”

“I promise I didn’t,” you said, your voice breathless with the fear he wouldn’t believe you, that he wouldn't let you finish. 

“You won’t mind if I take a closer look, right?” 

Your stomach tensed, breath catching. “What?” 

“Just to make sure you’re telling the truth.” 

“I am!” 

“Then you won’t mind if I take a peek.” 

Claude pushed you onto the counter, scooting you all the way back. He flicked your skirt up, opened your legs. With an almost methodical focus, he peeled your panties out of the way so he could get a good view of his handiwork. Whatever he saw made him whistle, impressed. 

“Look at you,” he said, his pretty green eyes fixed solely on your pussy. Almost curiously, he adjusted the vibrator, pulled it out in a shallow mimic of a thrust before pushing it even deeper than before, targeting the raw nerves of your clit to make you whine and writhe, trying your best to not make a sound.

“I want to come, please,” you begged helplessly, your eyes squeezed shut. “Just once, it'll be really quick and then-"

“Just once?” Claude asked, his amusement growing in proportion with his cruel restraint. With the same detached curiosity, he separated your outer lips to see the inflamed, swollen flesh beneath, looking at the way your cunt drooled around the toy. Your pussy easily accepted his fingers when he pushed them against your entrance, they slipped in nice and easy beneath the toy. It wasn’t the stretch that made you yelp, it was the torturous way they pressed the vibrating head right against your g-spot. Your hips rolled and bucked, your body torn between actual pain and the build of pleasure.

“Claude! Please, I need to come,” you told him desperately, trying to keep your voice down but knowing you weren’t doing a very good job. “It hurts.” 

“Hm. I’m not so sure,” he told you, grinding the vibrator against your spasming walls relentlessly, his other hand keeping you from squirming away. Every movement made you jerk helplessly, your entire body wound up tight. “Honestly, it doesn’t sound like its a very fair deal.” 

“Please…” You felt as if you could get off from this, even if it was uncomfortable. It didn’t matter. 

Before you could get off, the toy shut off and he slipped his fingers out of you. The sensations had done nothing but torment you, but the loss was worse. A lot worse. Claude pressed against it indulgently, grinding still silicone against your swollen clit. Then he pulled your drenched panties back into place, patting them fondly.  

“Sorry,” he told you, entirely unapologetic, “but if I have to wait, you have to wait.” 

You whined high in your throat, tears pricking your eyes. At that point, you really had only one option, and limited time to decide if you could follow through. “I’ll blow you,” you told him quickly, sitting up and letting your skirts fall into place. “Really quick, and then we can go back and I won’t complain. Just let me come… please.” 

Claude gave you a look that you couldn’t read, although you hoped that it was amusement that danced in his half lidded eyes. “Just to be clear,” he said in an even tone, “you’re offering to perform fellatio in a public woman's bathroom at a fancy company event."

“Sure,” you said, disregarding the fact that he was clearly teasing you by stating it so crudely. “Please?” You put your hand against the front of his pants, rubbing his erection through the fabric. He didn’t react, but you could see the exact moment Claude’s character broke, his smile sharpening and eyes narrowing accusatorily. 

“You cunning little hussy,” he said, grabbing your wrist to pull your hand off of him. Then he sighed heavily, his dark eyes scanning you slowly. “I really ought to say no, I’m supposed to be setting a good example.” His thumb pressed against your bottom lip idly. “Then again, how can I refuse someone who’s in such a tough spot? That’s pretty antithetical to all our speeches about ethics and responsibility.”

“So I can?” you asked hopefully. 

“But you better hurry,” Claude told you, stepping back. “I’d hate for people to suspect we’re up to anything indecent.” 

Usually you needed more than that to fall on your knees in front of him and play the slut. Usually he had to entice you to open your mouth for him. Usually he had to employ all manner of honeyed words and teasing threats to get you to stick your tongue out for his use. This time, you didn’t so much as pause before sliding off the counter and falling to your knees. 

You watched Claude unzip his pants with hungry eyes, your flushed chest heaving with each panted breath. His cock was half hard, stiffening as he casually stroked himself in a borderline taunting way right in front of your face. When you made to reach for him, desperate to touch, Claude clicked his tongue disapprovingly. You froze, looking up at him with searching eyes. 

“If you wanna make yourself come, you’ll need both your hands,” Claude said, far too composed for a man with his dick out. “But that’s fine. All I really need is your mouth.” He spoke so casually, but there was a dare in the quirk of his eyebrow, in that infuriating upturn twisting the corner of his lips. 

With the toy still inside of you, you could feel exactly how dramatically your pussy unconciouslessly tightened in response to what he was proposing. This man was going to be the death of you. It wasn’t necessarily true that you needed both hands, not when all you were really going to need was a bit of pressure on the vibrator, but there was no point in arguing with him. That wasn’t the point. 

You dutifully shuffled forward, with your legs spread apart for balance and your hand diving beneath your skirts. It was awkward to hold them out of the way and the floor was not at all comfortable to kneel on, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Aren’t you going to…?” you asked pointedly, looking at his pocket where he’d put the remote. 

“I thought you asked me to… what was it you… Cool it?” Claude asked casually, the tip of his cock nudging against your lips as he stroked himself. “You seemed pretty unhappy when I had it on earlier.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned away slightly. “Claude…” 

"Nah, I’m just messing with you,” he said with a big smile. The vibrator switched back on. You jolted with the sensation, letting out a breathy gasp. It created the perfect opening for him to push into your mouth, his cock sliding through the excess saliva that had pooled on your tongue. You choked a little before you got ahold of yourself, the familiar taste of his cock filling your mouth. 

Part of you wanted to look up at him, to admire the way pleasure played across his beautiful face, but you knew you didn't have much time and there was only so much multitasking you could do. Relax your jaw and open your throat and get to work, your eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted the vibrator. 

Claude started slow, holding your head in place so he could thrust lazily into your mouth rather than pulling you back and forth like a cocksleeve. The taste of him filled your senses, something you were very familiar with by now. While not entirely pleasant, the scent, the weight, the rhythm—was all Claude. Intoxicating Claude. You used your tongue as much as you could, closing your lips around him to suck in between strokes. It was loud and messy, but it was how he liked it and, honestly, that was all that mattered. You matched his pace with the toy, using the bridge of the U shape to tease the sore muscles of your entrance, the head bumping against your overstimulated clit. Your other hand braced against his thigh, fingers digging into the taut muscle hidden beneath carefully fitted and pressed pants. 

"While I hate to pin the blame on you while you’re in such a difficult spot," Claude said as if continuing a conversation you hadn’t been involved in. “I have to point out that all of this is your own fault. I mean, you're the one who wanted to try this. Really, I was only doing what you wanted.” He was venturing deeper now, testing your gag reflex to see if you flinched. It was a source of great pride that you didn't. He was a good teacher. "If I recall correctly, you were all but begging me to do something to spare you the boredom of parties like these," he continued, only slightly strained as he pushed even deeper with each thrust. “It’s not like I get anything out of it.” 

You peeked up at him with squinted eyes, making a noise approximating disagreement because that absolutely wasn't true. But he knew that, his impish grin and the dangerously smoldering green of his eyes beneath those inky lashes said everything. He turned up the vibrator a notch and you groaned helplessly, the sound making Claude surge in your mouth. 

"But, because I’m a good husband, I played along," Claude agreed, his grip on your hair tightening so you didn't pull away. “And now you seduced me into such a compromising situation anyway, thinking you can get away with it because of those doe eyes.” He cut himself off, pausing for a moment to stifle a moan. “The worst part is that you’re right. How could I not feel bad?”

As irritated as you could pretend to be by his antics—his bold faced lies—both of you knew it was only making you hotter, your cunt clenched so tight around the vibrator that it hurt. You groaned low, your hips shakily grinding against nothing as that coil of pleasure in your core tightened. The way you pushed the toy around, desperately trying to mimic the way Claude was fucking your mouth, became less calculated in your need for raw sensation. But Claude was ever demanding, you had to remind yourself to relax your throat before you choked. He was getting rougher now, clearly not trying to savor this. Neither were you, really. 

"But I know the truth. I mean, what kind of girl wears a sex toy in public?" Claude continued, his voice unsteady and distracted, talking more for the sake of it than because he was thinking about words. "And while we're surrounded by the upper echelon of Fódlan elite! Really shocking stuff. Here I thought you were this sweet, shy little thing. But you're not, are you? No, you're… God's, you're—" 

Claude moaned, the sound too unconscious for him to properly stifle. His hips jumped forward needily and, this time, he did pull you down, forcing you forward to meet his thrust until your nose was buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. Taking him all the way like this wasn't natural or comfortable, but that wasn't the point. Breathing didn’t matter, your body’s natural response didn’t matter, nothing mattered except for making Claude happy. You swallowed, savoring the wrongness of your throat muscles contracting against such a large intrusion. 

You could imagine the same weight in your cunt, far more satisfying than the little vibrator. When he’d fingered you earlier, you had been able to feel how swollen you were. It would probably hurt a bit if he were to fuck you hard and fast when you were so over-sensitized, your muscles sore from overuse and caught between white hot overstimulation and buzzing numbness. The thought alone was the thing to send you over the edge, shuddering as the pleasure finally burst, the tension snapping lax. 

Claude didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. He just hissed out a breath, his hips shallowly thrusting deep into your mouth, pitilessly bumping the back of your throat. The lack of oxygen was frightening, and it was difficult to fight back your body's urge to gag. The way he held you in place was so deliciously cruel and dominant, there was nothing else. Only Claude, and your existence as something for him to use. That tugged out the sweetness of finally getting off, your orgasm overcoming every discomfort in this blinding surge of lustful bliss. 

“Swallow,” he told you. An order, although Claude never bothered to sound authoritative, knowing you would do what he said anyway. 

It was so cruel, so horrible to ask that when you were suffocating. But you found a way to swallow around him again, and your body registered that as it always did, your inner walls clamping down hard around the toy, pressing it hard against your g-spot. Despite the sudden rush of fresh overstimulation. Shaking with the intensity of pleasure, you ground the vibrator into your clit, uncaring that it hurt against the overstimulated flesh. You told him you just wanted to come once, but that wasn’t enough. It never was. 

"Perfect," Claude groaned, drawing back with a deluge of saliva slipping out the seam between your lips and his cock, drooling down your chin and onto the clean tile floor. Despite how badly you needed to breathe, he really didn’t give you a chance. Every aspect of it was so filthy, uncomfortable. It was so hot. "Such a good girl for me, I’m really…" 

He was close now, his pace uneven and cock hard and heavy against your tongue. If things had sounded lewd before, it was nothing in comparison to the depraved slurping and squishing and moaning as you did your best to match his desperate chase of pleasure. Even with your mouth stuffed full, your moans and grunts and breaths fucked silent, you could hear the sound you made as you came again, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack as Claude continued to fuck your mouth. That seemed to be the thing because his fingers pulled hard at your hair. 

"Mm, I'm gonna—fuck." Claude groaned, the only warning you got before he dragged you back down, his cock forced down your throat as his hips jerked, shallowly thrusting to work himself through release. You just swallowed, over and over, your throat working around his dick so you didn't end up choking on the hot bursts of cum, both of your hands braced on his thighs. 

Once he was done, Claude pulled out, a fresh wave of saliva following. It had formed a puddle on the clean tile. You fell back, head spinning from a lack of oxygen. You let your jaw shut woodenly, blinking as if waking up. 

"Hey, let me see," Claude said. The vibrator shut off. You blinked a few more times, looking up at him blankly. Then you remembered, and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him it was pink and clean. At this point, shame was a vague memory. Claude grinned, an oddly boyish look considering the satisfied, predatory gleam in his eye. "You never cease to amaze me." He pet your hair gently, and you hummed happily. 

Claude fixed his clothes somewhat, fly and belt roguishly loose, before holding out a hand. You were shaky, and hot, and a little dazed. He helped you to your feet to lean against the counter. With his pants back in place, he looked no worse for wear as he washed his hands. Maybe there was more of a reddish flush on his cheeks, a shiny glaze to his pretty eyes, but nothing that would give away what happened. You, on the other hand, looked rough. He hadn’t so much as touched you and you looked debauched, blushing and sweaty and panting, your hair a mess from his rough handling. The dormant toy still inside of you served as a continuous reminder of how badly you wanted him to fuck you, your shaky legs and slightly sore jaw and throat and the taste of cum and cock lingering on your tongue doing nothing to nullify that ache. 

But you had told him you would be good. Trying to salvage your appearance, you washed your hands as well, rinsing your mouth out and trying to smooth out the mess he’d made of your hair. Claude produced a pack of gum and a small sleeve of makeup wipes from his pockets, which made you raise an eyebrow. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you planned this exact thing,” you said, accepting the gum. The cinnamon flavor was abrasive enough to make you feel less like somebody who had just let her husband fuck her throat in the bathroom during a fancy business event. 

He shrugged glibly. “I like to be prepared. Here, look at me,” Claude told you, gently turning you by the shoulder to face him. You allowed him to tilt your chin up and carefully dab the skin beneath your eyes with the wipe, cleaning up the mascara tears. You looked at his pursed lips, somehow feeling too shy to meet his eyes. 

"How much longer do we have to stay?" you asked.

"I told you it could be a while,” he replied, giving you a once over before deciding you were appropriately cleaned up. “As frustrating as it can be, these things are a part of the gig.”

“Maybe I am sick,” you said, looking at yourself again. You looked a bit better, at least. Less obviously debauched. The flush could, to somebody who didn’t have a filthy mind, look like a fever. “I heard the flu was going around, and my throat is awfully sore…”  

“Hey, you offered.” 

“Only because you’ve been torturing me all night!” you told him with a frown.

“Is that a fact?” Claude asked, raising an eyebrow. You realized with a sinking sort of horrified lust that you shouldn’t have said anything, especially not that. “You know, I was ready to give it up and call it a draw.”

“Claude…”

“The website said it has a pretty long battery life,” he mused, brushing past you. “Guess we’ll have to find out.” 

“Claude, don’t,” you said with a frown, your sore pussy clenching around the silicone toy. There was no way you could endure more. No way. 

“You should go first, it’ll look less suspicious that way,” he told you, unlocking the door. “Go wait at our table, I’ll join you in a few.”

“Give me the remote first,” you said. 

“Nuh-uh, you had your chance,” he told you, wagging his finger in a playful way. “Multiple chances, really.”

“It hurts,” you whined.  

“I could always just put it on high and see how long it takes to burn itself out. If you would rather that-” 

“You’re mean,” you told him, but a sick part of you flushed hot at the threat. Not because it would be nice, you thought it would be abjectly horrible, but because it was Claude threatening you.   

“This is the price you pay for playing games you can’t win,” Claude told you with a shrug and a grin. “Better luck next time.” 

[aishiteruuu]

❅ Tokyo Revenger boys finding you in Lingerie

Warnings — Obviously NSFW. Jealousy, Voyeurism, Spanking, Clothe ripping, Cursing, Slut shaming, Sharing kink with the Kawata twins, Exibitionism, Recording, Painplay, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Sadism. Hanma, he basically needs his own warning. Nahoya records and takes pictures. Reader has female parts. Say it with me: Degrading.

+ Their favorite kind & How they React.

WC: 1.27k!

Now playing..💿: Need to know — Doja Cat

all characters are of-age. Don't nuke my state.

Characters -- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano ❅ Draken ❅ Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata ❅ Souta Kawata ❅ Hanma Shuji ❅ Baji Keisuke ❅

— Mikey ;

❅ ~ Teddy suits

You've been waiting for Manjiro to come home all day. And when he was home, all the attention went to Toman. And you were sick of it. So when you thought he would come home early, you became the full course. You dressed up in a Black Teddy suit with blue lining, and it showed a bit more cleavage than normal ones. So you wrapped yourself in a soft robe 'til then.

❅ Perfect. Or so you thought.

Mikey hadn't shown up yet until 4 in the morning. Yawning, he slipped his shoes off, and locked the door. He was greeted by your sleeping figure, laid out on the sofa. Mikey softly rubbed your shoulder. "C'mon baby. Let's head to bed. I'm tired.."

You sighed. Maybe another day. Mikey noticed, furrowing his brows. "I know, I know. I said that I would be home early. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, ok baby?" You nodded. Heading to your shared bathroom to change. You cracked the door, and began untying your robe.

Mikey looked over. You wouldn't mind him peering, you're his after all. But he wasn't expecting that. The way the lace looking under the lighting, and the way it hugged your hips and chest so earnestly.

❅ He's going to buy you a new one. Because he's ripping this one off. How dare you let something else other than him hug your body so well?

He rose, walking to the bathroom. "Hey. Baby, why were you hiding this from me?" You were confused, but also excited. You thought he would be tired. It's the time that he usually gets home anyway. You told him it was a surprise for when he was supposed to come home, and he smirked.

"Mhm.. So you wanted to pleasure me, 's that right?" He said, sliding his hands up to your chest. His hands cupped one of your breasts, and pinched the other one. "Why don't you let me pleasure you 'nstead?" He asked, whispering in your ear.

"But.. It's late. And you have to go to work again in a few hour-" He caught your lips, connecting them for a few seconds. "I don't care. 'M gonna fuck you anyway. I'm CEO anyways, baby."

"No, Mikey-"

"Yes. Mikey. Who do you think you are telling me no? I'll make sure the only word you know after this.. Is 'more', slut." He growled, ripping off the skimpy garment.

— Draken ;

❅ ~ Angel Lingerie

You checked your clock on the wall.

Currently 1:24 am. Perfect timing.

Draken was at the local supermarket getting some ice-cream for your random craving. Although you appreciated it, it wasn't just for that purpose. You wanted to lure him out of the house, so when he came back.. There would be more than Ice cream on the floor that early morning.

You had knew he was going to walk in any second now. He too his bike to get it done faster. You were excited. Really excited. Draken hadn't really been in the mood for 2 weeks now.

2 weeks too long. You needed to get relief somehow. Because Draken was a little dense, he didn't really catch the little hints you'd throw at him when he was home. So, now you were taking matters into your own hands.

you heard the front door unlocking a little fast. You adjusted your stockings, and sat on the sofa.

"Hey love. I'm back with the snacks." He said, walking into the kitchen. "They didn't have Blue bell so I got the next best thing. 'Hella cheap too."

You walked up into the kitchen, and hugged him from behind. "Thank you, baby." He turned around, and returned the hug. Noticing what you had on.

"Mm. Nice outfit." He said, giving you a tiny smirk. "What's the purpose?"

❅ Now he's really going to show you a late night.

You ticked. "Well.. I need.. something." Draken laughed. Then gave you his shit-eating grin.

"That's wrong. You want something. And how would you get it with such bad manners?" He asked, letting his hand drift to your waist. "If you left it to me.. I'd do it right. 'cause you ain't no angel, baby. You're a fucking devil." He chuckled, putting you on the kitchen counter.

"Now.. show me how innocent you really are, won't you?"

— Nahoya & Souta ;

❅ ~ Baby doll Lingerie

You honestly couldn't take anymore of it. Nahoya sitting in that boring office, for hours a day, acting boring.

"Just a few more minutes, Cutie."

"I'm almost done. Just one more paper."

"Wait up for me, you'd want too. Wouldn't you~?"

And Souta wasn't any better. He was always on and off with affection. He isn't really the best paying attention to your hints that you would toss every now and again. But, he wasn't home at the time. Your plan would be shut down a little without him, but 1 was better than none, right?

❅ Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Now you were going to learn.

Finally finished getting dressed, you slowly walked over to his office door, turning the knob. Should you have listened to his past warnings? Yes.. But It you know it would slide? You had on your light peach advantage. Even the little gold anklet him and Souta bought for you.

"Hoya? You got a minute?" You asked, looking at the peach haired boy. You walked in, shutting the door behind you. He didn't look at you, when he said,

"I'll be out 'n an hour or two. Finishing up on these files." He replied, still looking at that stupid paper. You walked over, and put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them. "Hoya..~ Don't you think you need a tiny break?" You teased, making your way into his lap.

"My My, what is it we have here?" He asked, feeling up your hips. "Might I remind you.. Souta isn't here right now?" You nodded, telling him you already knew.

Before you could even seduce just a bit more, he had you on your knees, makeup smeared, lips swollen around his cock. He had already shot 3 loads down so far.

"You're such a good little whore! Was this it? Get me alone to try and pleasure yourself?" He laughed, pushing your head down more and more on his length. "C'mon~! Smile for the camera~!" He smiled, holding his phone over you. You were still sucking. You had been taught not too, unless he stopped you, of course.

-- "You're so cute! Your pathetic little hole is sucking me in so well!" He cheered, ramming himself into you. When you felt his second load gush into you, you felt him pull out. You whined, desperate for more.

"Stop whining, slut. I'm letting Souta know how much you like my cock more than his. Ain't that right? Don't you?" He smirked, recording himself pound your already dripping cunt. "So.. fucking.. Pathetic~! You can't even keep quiet! You want the neighbors to know how good 'm fucking you, huh?"

That's when you heard the door kick in.

"No. That'll happen when it's my turn, Nahoya." Souta growled, putting his phone back in his phone back in his pocket. "So she likes you more than me?"

"Ask her yourself. Just look at her stupid little face~! Only I can fuck her dumb like this!" Nahoya bragged, bending you back over. "Unless you got something to prove?"

"Fucking right.."

❅ ~ I heard, from a friend of a friend.. That d*ck was a 10/10..

— Hanma ;

❅ None. Thigh-high exception.

You knew better. He knew he had taught you better. Anytime you present yourself like you would to Hanma, you should already be on your knees.

You did what you did.

"Maybe I'll find Mikey to fuck me better then, Shuji." You blurted out. Although.. you weren't completely innocent. You had imagined it a few many times. But, this was just for motive.

This is what had you bent over Shuji's bedframe, getting Humiliated.

Hanma was using his punishment hand on you. You? Someone like you shouldn't dare to mention his rival's name. You bruised his ego. Nobody could fuck better than him. Nobody could fuck you better than him either. And he was going to make sure you, and every other man who dared to even look at you knew that.

❅ He'd make sure you never utter a word about him again. And for the rest of the night.

"Why'd you stop counting, you pathetic little slut? Have you forgotten who owns you?" He growled, slapping his hand against your plush cheeks. "Or would you rather him pass you around? Acting as a little fucktoy for Toman?"

"No..! 's just wanted.. attention!" You cried out, facing the other way.

"Awh. 'S too much for you, little girl?" He cooed, wiping your tear. "You deserve it."

You got what you wanted.

"Be grateful, would you?"

— Baji ;

❅ ~ Corsets & Garters

Baji was mysterious. It was his plan to put you in Lingerie. His fantasy to fuck you while it was still on you.

He always checks you out. But when he and Chifuyu caught wind of a Victoria's secret Ad, he paid it off in cash. Nothing is better than you in such a outfit that brings out all your curves.. But you were already beautiful to him.

If you even dare said anything of the such, he'd be between your legs;

" 'S a shame. I don't date ugly girls. And they don't exist. So shut up, will you?" Baji mumbled.

Baji didn't care. He watched you, the way your curves swished around in the fabric did enough to tighten his pants.

❅ You looked so beautiful under him.. You're his. For Eternity.

"You're doing so well baby.." He whispered in your ear. "Gonna fuck you real n-nice." Baji grunted, still drilling into you.

"Kei..!~ N-No.. More!" You cried out in pleasure. Keisuke sped up when he heard your voice.

"Yes you do.. baby, I know you do. Just.. One more. Please..?" He pleaded, still rutting inside you. "You feel so tight around me.. I-I.. love it."

Baji was a sucker for you. Pleasuring you meant all the more. How could you not love it?

[greengoblinswifey]

Green Goblin Headcanons

•He's the cliché hates everyone but you.

•He's cold, and sometimes he can be cold to you but he has a soft spot for you. He doesn't admit it though but deep down, you can see it in his actions.

•He often takes over from Norman to terrorize New York and Spider-Man but in the occasions he doesn't, he does it to spend time with you. To have you to himself.

•Gobby is very possessive. Norman is too but he's next level. If you're at an Oscorp gala and another man even breathes in your direction too hard, his hand is bruising your hips. He'll even pull you in for a rough kiss to prove a point.

•Sometimes he wonders how and why you're still with him considering what he's done. It's not like he'd let you leave anyway but he still wonders.

•As said before, he has a soft spot for you. He may be a psychopath but he's still a bit of a softie. After a long night of crime, if he's wounded or injured in any way, he allows you to take care of him. He wouldn't let anyone else do it.

•After you patch him up, he allows you to cuddle up next to him. He has a hard grip on your body surely to leave a bruise but you don't mind.

•He loves to degrade you. You're his dirty little whore and he's sure to let you know when he's bending you over in a lab.

•He makes sure to tell you his much of a slut you are because you're dripping wet for a criminal, him.

•When you're being a bitch or talking back, his hand wraps around your neck. He gives you a warning look along with the choking that makes your pussy throb.

•He likes fucking you rough. The kind of rough sex that will leave you sore and have Norman apologize when he regains control. The kind of rough sex that will have you sobbing from pleasure, overstimulation and a bit of pain.

•Of course, you have a safeword, one that you don't utter often but as soon as that "green" leaves your tired lips. He immediately stops what he's doing and cups your cheeks. He's running your bath and searching for any bruise he's inflicted on you. Sometimes, he even allows Norman to regain control seeing as he's better at affection.

•Accompanying his degrading kink, he also likes to praise you. On occasion, you'll hear a "such a good fucking girl" or "that's my pretty girl, you're doing so well for me." He likes to let you know you're a good girl and you're doing great.

•He loves to compliment and admire your beauty too.

•Deep down, he's scared you'll leave him even though as already established, he wouldn't let you. It's just the thought of you wanting to leave and trying it that kills him. Why would you want him anyway? Why would you want to stay with a broken, insane, psychopathic criminal like him?l

•But you love him. You don't care what happens out in the streets and what he does, you know your gobby and he'd never hurt you.

•Speaking of hurt, he'd do anything for you. He'd hurt anyone for you. Kill anyone for you. Waiter was mean? He gets a shake down and a pumpkin bomb in the face. You get rejected from a job or fired? He's flying through the place cackling and throwing bombs everywhere.

•He protects you with his life. You are everything to him and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to you. You're a once in a lifetime kind of girl.

•Oh and he has a big cock. We been knew. And he knows how to use it, he knows how to have you gripping the sheets and writhing under him. Norman is great in bed but somehow the goblin is even better.

•His pullout game is strong but sometimes he wants to cum inside you. He loves the feeling and he knows how much you do too.

•Sometimes, he watches you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in a "how am I so lucky, how is she so beautiful, does she love me for who I am, I need to protect her" kind of way.

•He always thought he was too cold, evil and incapable of love until he met you, you changed him, he's not as ruthless as he was before you and it scares him. "What is this woman doing to me?"

•He loves that you know him well. He finds it hot how you can immediately tell when he takes over even when he pretends to be Norman.

•You're obviously not allowed to go with him on his rampages in the city but one night, you disobeyed him and followed him, and you were so close to being seriously injured or possible dying if it weren't for him swooping in and grabbing you on to his glider.

•He yelled at you, not because he's angry--well he is but more scared and worried. You yell back asking him why it mattered to him and he yelled back "because I love you," there's a short pause, "and I can't let anything happen to you."

•Tears collected in your eyes and you told him that you loved him back. After you're home, he lays you on the bed and kisses you all over and for the first time, you don't fuck, you made love to each other

•He's sweet to you when he wants to be. He's unpredictable, one minute he's all over you, the next he's burying himself in work or some master plan to defeat Spider-Man.

•He wasnt affectionate until he met you, he's changed in some ways for you and he'll do anything to make you happy, even if it's illegal.

A/N: this is my first headcannon posted on my wattpad paulwalkerswidow22 xx

[artistic-intrxvert]

Hello! How are you? I just found your work and I was wondering if you could write headcanons and/or a oneshot about Hanako with a reader who has adhd and autism? Maybe a thing about him comforting them after a miserable school day? Petnames and cuddles?

If you're not comfortable with that it's okay! I just haven't seen a lot of fanfics like this.

Hello there!! Of course I can write this for you!! I understand where your coming from in terms of not finding specific fics. I have trouble finding some myself. Anyways!! I’m sorry if I got anything wrong in this!! I tried my best! I didn’t know what type of ADHD you meant (inattentive or hyperactive or both) and I just went for writing for both inattentive and hyperactive so I hope that’s okay!! I also don’t know a whole lot about autism so I had to look into it a bit and I am truly sorry if I get anything wrong!! Enjoy, Anon!!<3

Warnings: None(i think?)

Proofread: Yep! Definitely mistakes I missed tho!

Hanako with a S/O that has Autism and ADHD

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He first found out about your ADHD when you were in class one day

He saw how you kept moving; bouncing your leg and shifting around in your seat

He didn’t only notice that, he also noticed how you had a really hard time focusing in class

It was then that he put two and two together

If you ever had a hard time focusing in class, he would try his best to keep you on track; asking you questions about what you were learning about, making sure you have notes taken down, etc.

As for your Austism, he would notice how you often don’t make eye contact or how you dislike touch

At first he thought you just didn’t like eye contact or to be touched, which he thought was perfectly fine

But then he noticed how you react to certain textures and how you get really excited and stim when you talk about certain topics you like

He realized that not only do you have ADHD, but you also have Autism!

And boy would be stressed about trying to understand what you need and when you need it

He would ask Yashiro is he could “borrow” some headphones to which she looked confused but got some anyways and gave them to him

He carries them with him so that if you ever are feeling overstimulated or overwhelmed by how loud a room is, you can put them on

He carries things that you could use to help you focus more such as fidget toys

If you are ever having trouble getting a task started, no worries! He’s here to help make a step-by-step list on what to do to get your tasks done!

If you are having having one of those moments where you are overstimulated to the point where you can’t be in class, he will try his best to calm you down by taking you somewhere where it’s quiet so that you can calm down a bit

If you want him to hug you, he will hug you with whatever pressure you need and for however long you need him to

If you don’t want to be touched, he will respect that and sit a foot or so away from you so that you can have your space

Either way, he would try his best to comfort you during those moments

All in all, he is there for you always and will always try his best to make sure that you can get things done if needed and make sure you are comfortable!

-

It was after school and you just couldn’t take it anymore! Since it was the day before the weekend everyone was so loud and excited. You were hoping Hanako would stop by your classes today but he didn’t. You had to sit there in class for about an hour and the worst part is that you didn’t get any of your work done! You tried, you really did! You just hoped that you could get it all done at home.

You found yourself outside of the girls bathroom and you took a deep breathe before entering. You looked around for a second before spotting Hanako at the window. You called out his name and stepped further into the bathroom. Hanako turned his head over upon hearing your tired voice. He saw your tired form and looked instantly concerned.

“Darling, did something happen today?” He asked you getting up from the window sill.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your throat started to feel thick and your felt your eyes glossing with tears as you nodded. You tried to hold it all in but recalling the same events and feelings during the day, you just couldn’t take it and let out a sob.

Hanako immediately came to your side asking what was wrong. Before you could answer, he embraced you with a hug. You hugged back, to his surprise, and started full on crying.

“Shh…shh..it’s okay, dear. I’m here now.”

Hearing those words calmed you, and you melted in his embrace. Your thoughts were interrupted when he picked you up and carried you over to the window where he was when you entered the bathroom. You sat there, in his arms as he rubbed your back in a comforting manner while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Despite the fact that you had a pretty terrible day, getting to spend time with Hanako make it all worthwhile. You felt your eyes getting heavy and the last thing you hear is Hanako.

“It’s all going to be okay, love. Get some rest.”

-

I hope this works with what you requested and I hope I didn’t mess anything up! If I did, please tell me so that I can go back in and fix it! Thank you for requesting and hope you have a good day/night! Don’t forget to drink your water! It’s important!! <3

-artistic-intrxvert

[chilumi-shipper]

When Mommy's Resting

Diluc x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Mommy Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Sub Diluc, Dom Mommy Reader, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving)

Summary: To most people, Diluc was a man of mystery, a strong, rich and handsome business man who seems to always be stoic, but within the space of your own home, he is just sensitive baby who likes getting you to ride his dick. He was obedient, until of course he was put under the influence of the Cavalry Captain.

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Diluc was done for the night, he sighed, it was a long day bartending at the tavern, he can't wait to just go home to you and cuddle up to mommy.

As he was cleaning up, he thought if you were still awake at this hour. 'Probably not, she did tell me that she has a lot of things to do with Cyrus and the others in the Adventurer's Guild, she must be tired.'

As he was wiping down the counter, he heard the door of the tavern open and close, and an unwanted guest stood right in front of him. The Cavalry Captain, Kaeya, who seems to wear a smirk quite different from his usual grin.

"Diluc, good you're still here." The blue haired man walked up to him, arms crossed with mischief painted on his feature.

"We're closed, better get going, Sir Kaeya." Diluc said with a rather tensed and irritated voice. But that only seemed to amuse the knight.

"Ohh, I see." The blue haired man still sat on a stool in front of his brother though. "Eager to see your Mommy back at the Dawn Winery?" Diluc froze up, looking at the former with a shocked expression that seemed to irk him even more.

"I d-don't know what you're talking about." Diluc stuttered, turning away from his brother and pretended to clean up the other parts of the counter.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled, "She told me." 'No, she wouldn't, my Y/N would never.' "Told me about what goes around you guys, pretty interesting. It makes me quite jealous, my flings aren't usually comfortable with that kind of relationship." He continued and Diluc's clenched his hand in frustration. You did tell him! And now that one eyed punk is gonna try to gt you from him.

He looked back at the smirking man and glared. "Don't get any ideas, bastard." He'll never let anyone steal you from him.

"Relax, brother. Although I am quite interested in that kind of relationship, I'm quite sure she doesn't like anyone but you." Kaeya laughed, "However, she did tell me another thing. You're a bit too obedient aren't you?" Diluc felt uncomfortable, sure when you tell him that he's a good boy, kiss his forehead and pat his head while you ride him, he feels so good about himself, other people telling him just makes him uneasy.

"This is between me and her, it's non of your business, Kaeya." He said in a serious tone. "I'd rather not talk about this." Diluc straightened up, finished up cleaning and walked away from his brother.

As he was about to leave though, the knight stopped him. "Don't you want to contribute more on that relationship, she seems to be the only one putting in actual effort." Kaeya stated to him. He smiled when Diluc stopped and sighed.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

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He can't believe it, why is he doing this?

Did you think he was boring? Maybe you complained to Kaeya about him and his brother is just giving him a boost.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Well, anyway, as he watched your sleeping figure, Diluc smiled a bit, you look so beautiful, like an angel, and now he's supposed to take you this way.

Being honest to himself, he is so excited! You two have always been so comfortable around each other, to the pint where he basically knows that you won't mind what he's doing right now, taking of your garments that didn't even cover much in the first place.

He loves seeing your naked body, you perfect boobs that he loves to suck on when you shove his face onto your chest, your skin with a few stretch marks that only he's been able to see, your plump thighs that you squeeze around his head whenever you order him to eat you out, and then, your pretty little cunt, just made for him and his cock, the juices you make are like a sweet tasty treat just for him.

Diluc can't wait to taste it again.

Gently spreading you're legs apart, he was met by your slightly wet pussy, he can practically feel his mouth watering with hunger for you. Diluc tested the waters buy liking your clit with the tip of his tongue, you didn't move. He felt his heartbeat increasing by the second. He was still afraid to wake you up, deep down, he wants to keep his title as your good boy despite him defiling you right now.

'Fuck it.' And he just shoves his face between your legs, lapping your juices and sucking on your clit. He can hear you let out a few whimpers, Diluc's never heard that before! Usually you're the one that always makes him moan and scream, this time he can actually hear you make lewd sounds! And boy does he love it, the noises you make irks him on even more.

He sucked even harder on your clit and that's when you let out a moan that just straight up went to his cock.

"D-Diluc?" He looked up and there you were, with tired eyes that looked so so cute. But he didn't stop sucking though and you kept moaning. "Ughh, baby.... Mhhhm, baby, what are you- Ohhh!" His tongue grazed your hole, which made you jump. And now you're holding his head and shoving it down even more, as you grind your cunt on his face. "Ohhh, that feels so good, Luc." You moaned out.

Diluc loves it, the way you just grind on him mouth, loves how much juices your giving him. He just really loves you.

And you came hard on his mouth, which he of course as a good boy, swallowed.

Your head fell back onto the bed. Tired from your post orgasm. You felt your Diluc suck a few more times to clean up your cunt before slipping beside you.

You rised up and open your arms for him, and he gladly welcomed himself into your warmth, laying his head between your boobies.

"What was that for, love?" You asked him. He felt his heart clench. Did you not like it? And now he's gonna lose his good boy privileges.

"You didn't feel good, Mommy?" He asked with a broken tone, looking up at you to see that you're already staring at him.

"Of course I did, silly!" You laughed a little, "I think I was just surprised, my baby boy, doing something so naughty." You booped his nose as he smiled a little.

When you told Kaeya about Diluc and your kinks and stuff, you knew he was gonna go to Diluc to embarrass and probably suggest something to him. But you never expected Kaeya to tell Diluc to eat you out in your sleep!

You did purposely do that so Diluc would have motivation for a little spice. And you got it, and boy did it feel amazing.

"But was I good?"

"You always are, baby."

With that, he nuzzled his face at your chest lovingly.

"But..."

His ears perked up. "It's not fair that Mommy's the only one to cum right?" You asked teasingly.

And then he felt it, the painfully hard cock still confined within his pants. You start to rub it with your leg.

You are gonna give him a lot tonight.

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"Ahhh... Mommy, please.... ughh." You stroked his messy red hair as you savagely went up and down on his cock, squeezing it so good with your delicious pussy walls.

And he let out a low grunt as he came once again, he's so tired from cumming so many times inside you already. But just looking at your face and down to where you two connect makes him hard all over again. It just feels too good to stop.

"That's right." You roll your hips around before slamming back down to take all of him. "Moan for me, baby. Tell Mommy what you want." You grabbed his hands and guide them to cup and fondle your boobs as you ride him.

He came so many times that there's only a little bit coming out when he hits his peak.

"P-please, make me cum inside you again." He said while holding back a few moans.

He lets out a growl after he came out for the last time and you felt his seed pour into your cunt that's already full of his cum.

Getting up from his dick, his and your cum starts to drip down your thighs.

You sat down between his legs and spread you thighs to show him your pussy stuffed full of your shared cum. "Oh, baby. Look at that, you came so much, huh?" You giggled as it dripped out of you.

"M-Mommy, please keep it inside." He whispered in a low voice, making you smile even more. Exhaustion was shown all over his features. You knew that he did feel better if you keep all his cum inside you every time you make him cum so many times.

You giggled again, "Alright, baby. Go to sleep, maybe we'll do this again tomorrow morning." He nodded before closing his eyes.

But before you can even lay next to him, his eyes opened up immediately.

"Why did you tell Kaeya?"

Oh, right. Hehe.

[searenbound]

You were saying bimbo and himbo solidarity. So how bout this

Bakugou is sat on his bed cross legged a textbook next to him he's studying writing up in the book in his lap. Kiri was in his dorm already just watching him study he had just go back from a workout sweat dripping down his chest. He stands up joining him on the bed before long you enter you had just been down the hall changing in your dorm cause you wanted some nice fresh clothes.

You lay down next to him Kiri's hand already on his thigh while he talks your hand trailing his abs. He whines pulling away from the both of you "Awe come on you look so pretty when studying such a good boy don't you think you deserve a nice break a little reward"

You wrap your arms around and Kiri takes away his supplies.

The arguement ends with Bakugou laying on the bed whining and moaning overstimulated as you bounce on his dick Kiri fucking him stood towering behind you as he watches you his eyes fall shut with a moan he cries out "Oh my god I'm cumming again please it's enough please I'll take more breaks with you"

After your done he curls up on you chest after you all get cleaned up faces buried in your chest as he tries to claim that he's not a baby to Kiri who pulls him back into his lap hugging his waist "You're our baby and we don't care we love babying you" he slept that night faced buried in your chest arms around you Kiri's arms around him mumbling and muttering about how he loves you

/sorry it got a bit long

First don’t apologize I love long ones like this

Second I’m giggling like the menace I am at the thought of tag teaming and over stimulating Bakugou with Kirishima.

I’ll try to write a proper piece for this later because I haven’t seen a lot of fics like this around and it sounds like fun.

I’m thinking of him just wanting a quiet night with his partners. Maybe it’s been a long week of hero work and training on top of trying to maintain his grades so he can graduate at the top of his class, but that doesn’t give him much room for himself or them so of course they get a little handsy.

He’s so pretty and handsome and his reactions are always the best and the just can’t help it if their hands start to wonder. Or if his little whimper he definitely tried to hide reminded of how long it’s been since the last heard his pretty sounds and fills both their heads with dirty thoughts and memories.

It also can’t be helped, nor is he the weak willed one here at least he’d insist on that being true, that they have the hardest to say no to pouts and it’s practically impossible when both are looking at him like that and telling him how attractive he is and how much they want to make him feel good and he knows he should get back to studying and probably get them to study too.

It has been a while though, and it’s not like he can’t study later. Plus his girlfriend and boyfriend would look like kicked puppies for the rest of the night and probably won’t study much anyways at that point.

Fuck it, it’s the weekend anyways.

So what if he ends up under both of them not being sure who he should be focused on because he’s getting it from both ends and everything is blurring together and he’s pretty sure this one is like the third or fourth, maybe fifth? Who knows, he’s lost count of how many times he’s cum now, but he doesn’t have it in him to keep up his usual bratty attitude and just wants to be spoiled and pampered a little bit after such an overwhelming experience.

And of course they’re happy to cater to him. Anything for their grumpy boyfriend who loves them so much and accepts how much love they both have to give and never gets tired of it even if he tries to act like it’s an annoyance to him.

[damonjuicyscock]

Charger- DILF ! Damon Albarn X Reader

Pairing: DILF! Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: language, smutty AF (Oral Male receiving), maybe a few spelling mistakes

Words: 575

Summary: It’s 2017 in Toronto, while singing Charger, Damon gets a big boner. After the gig, he really needs you.

A/N: Hello Y’all! Here I am, back with a new smut. Here is a smut I wrote a few weeks ago and I couldn’t wait to share it with you. It’s short, but effective to turn you on a bit. The next one will also be one with Damon and I’ll publish my requested stuff again in two weeks! I hope you’ll enjoy, Damonconda inspired me a lot for this smut as you may know! Anyway, Enjoy!

(Y'all know what I mean ;) )

"A cha-charger

Everything is supposed to get in

I just don't know where I'm a-getting from”

Damon started singing Charger and you were listening closely next to the stage. Suddenly, you heard young females in heat yell when Damon got close to them. He started dancing sensually, just like you loved it. And it was turning you on a lot. When he got a bit closer to you, you noticed something. The man had an enormous boner. Well as enormous as the size of his… well you understood.

Once the gig was over, Damon took your hand and took a quick pace you almost couldn’t follow and directed you to his dressing room.

Once you both entered, he locked the door behind him, latching his lips on yours.

I want you. He said

Does this have anything to do with what happened on stage? You said, smirking at him

Definitely. Wait, how do you…

I saw it Damon. It was a call from your body to mine. Let’s make a deal. I’m going to relieve you now, but you’ll have to wait for the rest. The rest will happen in our hotel room. Deal?

Yes. God, just touch me, please Y/N.

You made him sit on the sofa that was behind him and you started unbuckling his belt and opened his pants.

You knew Damon was rarely wearing underwear, and here he wasn’t, which was the reason why his hard-on had been so visible. And the one he had now sprung free, twitching.

You took his member in your hand and started spreading the preccum along his shaft to lubricate it.

Then started running your hand up and down, making him moan slightly in the process and throw his head back on the back of the sofa.

God Y/N… I’ve been waiting for this the whole evening.

You suddenly wanted me like that Damon?

No, it started when you changed in the outfit you’re wearing right now…

Oh, that explains the look from earlier then.

You don’t know what you’re… Oh fuck!

You cut him in his words, now bringing your mouth to his hardness, bobbing your head up and down, and swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip.

Fuck babygirl, you’re doing it so good…

His hand grabbed some of your hair and while moaning, his bit his lower lip. The man was really enjoying it.

You hummed against his length making him groan and grip your hair harder.

Baby, I’m going to cum soon… He said

You kept bobbing your head, finally feeling him twitch in your mouth indicating he was close.

Baby, I’m really about to… Are you sure of what you’re about to do?

You threw him a look full of lust that threw him over the edge.

You heard him groan loudly and shoot his hot release in your mouth, his member twitching in your mouth a lot more now, holding your head when he started to feel overstimulated and you swallowed it all, showing it to him after.

Do you feel better now mister Albarn? You said cockily

So much better. God Y/N…

What is it? Do you feel too tired to continue at the hotel?

In fact, it’s the total opposite my love, and oh, I’m going to make you feel so good.

What are we waiting for to leave?

[es-kay-zee]

Double or Nothing | Lee Minho & Han Jisung x Reader

pairing: jisung x reader x minho

genre: smut

warnings: non-idol au, dom! minho, sub! jisung, sub! afab reader, established polyamorous relationship, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum eating, humiliation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, pet names, sir kink, choking, swearing, edging, overstimulation

requested: nope

word count: 5.2k

proofread: yes :)

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @hyunsluvv @qtieskz @etherealeeknow @arohabangtan @channelhan @minholuvs

(can't tag): @doyoungsjohnny

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as soon as you read the message that your package was out for delivery, you were excited, practically waiting at the front door for it to arrive. you’d bought it four months ago, and when it was taking so long to show up, you’d started to think you’d wasted your money on something you weren’t going to get. but here it is, finallyarriving. you watch the postman place it on your doorstep, waiting for him to drive away so you can swing the door open and grab it.

as soon as you have the package in your hands, you rush down the hallway, almost running to the bedroom in excitement. you place the package on the side of the bed, shaking jisung’s sleeping form in an attempt to wake him from his sleep. it doesn’t work, you’re slumbering boyfriend continuing to snore away, barely even stirring.

“wake up!” you shout, grabbing one of the pillows and smacking him with it. he begins to move slightly, and you can tell it’s working. you hit him again with the pillow, over and over until he eventually sits up.

under normal circumstances, you’d take a moment to laugh at jisung’s bedhead, but right now, there’s too much excitement running through your veins to even notice the way his hair sticks up at odd angles. instead, you pick up the package again, holding it up and smiling widely at jisung, waiting for him to notice it. but alas, he doesn’t notice, moving to lay back down and go back to sleep.

“hey, don’t you wanna know what i’ve got?” you ask, waving the package slightly.

“what have you got? just tell me,” he mumbles, eyes already closed once again.

“the outfits arrived,” you answer, and that finally wakes him up properly.

he sits up again, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking at the box in your hands. he grabs it from you, impatiently prying it open and carefully pulling out the contents.

“i forgot we actually ordered these,” he says, holding one of the matching maid outfits up to look at it.

“are we sure minho’s gonna like them?” you ask, a small bit of doubt creeping into the forefront of your mind.

“well, if he doesn’t, then that’s his problem. either way, we’re gonna look so fucking good,” jisung says, smiling wide as he continues to look at the item in his hands. “where is he, anyway?”

“he went out for lunch with his parents, remember?”

“oh yeah, that’s right.” he pauses, turning his head to you, and you can tell from the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking, especially because you’re thinking the same thing. “how long before he’ll get home?”

“not sure, i can text him and ask,” you say, already pulling out your phone and opening the messages between you and minho. you start typing, asking him how long before he might get home. it’s only moments before your phone buzzes with his reply.

minho <3: maybe an hour. why?

y/n: we just miss you, that’s all

he doesn’t respond, and you know that he’s aware of the real reason you’re asking. he can tell that both you and jisung are needy and waiting for him to come home.

“we have about an hour,” you say, turning to jisung, and he drags himself out of bed at your words. “where are you going?”

“to shower,” he replies, walking towards the bathroom. “because i’m not gonna be stinky when our boyfriend gets home.”

“ah, that’s a good idea,” you reply, deciding to scroll aimlessly through various apps on your phone.

“are you saying i stink?”

“always.”

he scoffs, but you can tell from the upturn at the corners of his mouth that he’s just pretending to be insulted. “well, you’re always stinky as well.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

it’s childish, the way you and jisung always banter with each other. but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“just go shower,” you say, shaking your head.

“wanna join me?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“nah, your hands like to wander, so i’ll just shower after you,” you reply. “just don’t use up all the hot water.”

it takes almost 40 minutes for jisung to emerge from the bathroom, a towel loosely hanging around his lower half. but you don’t even take a moment to complain about how long he took, only opting to glare at him as you zoom past him and into the bathroom.

you shower faster than you ever have before, stepping back out of the bathroom, clad in a towel, in record speed. 10 minutes to be exact, which is quite quick for you, who usually showers for upwards of half an hour. as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re greeted with the sight of jisung, already dressed in his outfit. he spins around upon hearing your soft footsteps, and the view of him is even better from the front.

you love it, the way his strong arms stick out from the short sleeves, the way the skirt rests around his thighs. the fabric hugs his torso perfectly, accentuating his tiny waist.

“how do i look?” he asks, and you respond with an approving nod and a thumbs up.

jisung smiles at your reaction while you grab the other maid costume. you quickly dry off the rest of your body, excited to put on the new clothing. if you look anywhere near as good in it as jisung does, then you’ll be super happy. you pull the garment on, turning to face the mirror once it’s in place, jisung walking to stand next to you, also looking at the reflection. he was right, about what he said earlier, you both look so good.

“what now?” jisung asks.

“now, we wait for our hot ass boyfriend to get home,” you answer, moving to sit on the bed. he follows you with a soft whine. jisung’s the impatient one, always getting himself worked up then complaining when no one helps him straight away.

you begin scrolling through your phone once again, jisung doing the same. and you can tell he’s getting himself worked up, judging from the way he keeps inching himself closer and closer. you, however, ignore him, determined to wait patiently for minho to come home. you fall into a steady rhythm, scrolling aimlessly, and the time ticks by quietly. or, at least, it was quiet until jisung lets out a frustrated groan.

“where is he? he told you an hour, and it’s already been an hour and a half,” he huffs, and you’re not surprised at his response. nor are you surprised when you face him and find his cock hard, pressing against the front of his skirt.

“he’ll be here soon, just be patient.”

“but i’m tired of waiting,” he pouts, placing a hand on your thigh. “what if we had some fun before he gets here?”

“you’re too horny for your own good, sungie,” you reply with a slight eye roll, feeling the way his hand rises up. a content sigh leaves your lips when his hand finally reaches your pussy, a lone finger running through your slick folds, already dripping with arousal.

“see, you’re just as turned on as i am,” he huffs, continuing to move his finger slowly, teasingly. and he’s right. while you’ve been waiting for minho to show up, your mind has been wandering, thinking up all the different possibilities for what he’s going to do when he sees you both, and you’ve been getting more and more worked up with every passing minute.

“but i, at least, know how to behave myself and wait patiently,” you retort, trying to hold back the whines bubbling in your throat.

“well, i don’t see you stopping me right now,” he says, his finger beginning to rub small circles into your clit.

“oh, shut up,” you say, voice somewhat breathless as you bring your hand up to jisung’s aching cock.

it’s almost instantaneous, the moan that he lets out when you wrap your hand around his length, slowly rubbing your thumb along his slit. you slowly pump him, and his hand stills against your clit, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the stimulation you’re providing him. it only takes a few seconds for jisung to regain control of himself, moving his hand so that his fingers prod at your entrance. he slides the digit in, quickly adding a second while you continue to jerk him off leisurely.

he curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a particularly desperate sounding moan. you pump jisung’s cock faster, losing yourself in the feelings of the moment, loving the way his fingers drag along your walls. you can feel the beginnings of your orgasm starting to grow, the knot forming deep in your stomach. but you can tell from the chorus of shameless whines and moans tumbling from jisung’s parted lips that his orgasm looms much closer. his cock twitches in your hand, so close to a release, but a voice speaks up from the doorway, halting your movements.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?”

you pull away from jisung, his fingers leaving you while you ignore the irritated whine he lets out from his orgasm steadily fading away. you stare at the doorway, eyes wide as you look at minho standing there, his arms folded across his chest and his expression none too impressed.

minho walks towards you, each step somewhat menacing, and it’s obvious that he’s not very pleased with what he found you and jisung doing. he brings his hand up, gripping your chin tightly between his finger and thumb, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

“tell me, lamb, which one of you was the impatient one?”

he doesn’t have to ask; he already knows the answer. it’s jisung, it’s always jisung. but you tell him anyway, finding some joy in telling on jisung. minho shakes his head in disappointment, frowning at the younger boy.

“was my pretty boy too horny to wait just a little bit longer,” he says, and you watch as jisung’s ears grow redder and redder. he cowers slightly under minho’s stare, the older man being entirely unimpressed with jisung breaking the rules. “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“i’m sorry,” jisung says, his voice quiet, meek, and he keeps his eyes trained on the bed underneath him, unable to look minho in the eye. minho just tsks in response, saying nothing more about the disobedience, knowing the best way to punish jisung is with actions, not words.

“do you like our outfits?” you ask, kind of annoyed that you’re not getting enough attention.

minho’s eyes scan over you and jisung, and you can tell that he loves the way you both look.

“of course i do, you both look so cute in your little matching outfits,” he smiles, gently cupping your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, and you smile into the kiss, enjoying the gentle moment. but it’s interrupted by jisung’s soft whines. he pouts his lips, silently asking for a kiss as well. minho rolls his eyes slightly, but you can see the soft smile on his face before he leans over to jisung and kissing him. minho steps back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room and placing it at the end of the bed, ignoring the confused looks from you and jisung.

“now, my pretty pets wanted to play with each other, so you’re gonna keep playing. but you’re gonna do it the way i tell you to,” he says, sitting down. “so, y/n, as adorable as you look all dressed up for me, i want you to strip.”

“yes, sir,” you say, eager to please. you slowly stand up, reaching behind you to undo your outfit before slowly sliding it down your body, being sure to sway your hips enticingly as you do so.

“that’s my good little lamb,” he says, making you smile at the praise. “now, sungie, sit with your back against the headboard, and y/n, i want you to suck him off.”

you wait for jisung to settle into his spot before you move into your position between his legs, lifting up the skirt of his outfit to reveal his still throbbing cock. just as he did before, he moans the second you take him into your hand, slowly pumping him a few times before bringing him to your lips. you press a chaste kiss to the tip, relishing in the soft hiss he lets out at the minuscule contact. you can’t see minho, but you can tell that he’s smirking at you both from his seat, enjoying watching the way you tease the desperate boy in front of you.

“p-please don’t tease me, y/n,” he whimpers out, bringing his hands to tangle in your hair.

“shut up, sungie. you’re lucky i’m not trying you up in the corner to just watch,” minho spits, and jisung’s mouth instantly closes at the words.

you place another kiss along his slit before finally, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue moves slowly against him, painstakingly slowly, and he lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard. it’s a beautiful sound, and you want to hear it again. you pause, waiting a few seconds before licking another stripe, moving just as leisurely as the first time, and you’re rewarded with another desperate whine, jisung wanting to ask for more, but knowing minho will stop you if he does. you lick once more before finally taking him into your mouth.

the only sound better than his whines is his moan upon finally getting to feel the warmth of your mouth. it’s low, guttural, bordering on being a groan. and it sounds like heaven. it sounds like a sinful delight that you’re all too happy to indulge in. you hollow your cheeks, sucking harshly on the tip of his cock before bobbing your head once, taking as much of him as you can before pulling away. you release him with a soft pop, swirling your tongue around him twice before moving back down his length, setting a calm pace with the bobs of your head.

you can feel him twitch in your mouth, his earlier lost orgasm already beginning to return. you hold your head down, feeling him deep in your throat. you moan around his cock, loving the way the vibrations make him rut his hips upwards, causing you to gag slightly. jisung’s legs start to tremble, his moans rising in pitch, and you can tell he’s getting close to his release.

“oh f-fuck, i’m gonna-” he stutters, eyes screwed shut and his hands tugging softly on your hair, a weak attempt to keep himself grounded.

“cum on their tits,” minho’s voice speaks up, and you’d almost forgotten he was even there, watching, observing the way you swallow around jisung’s cock.

“b-but-” jisung whines, wanting to cum down your throat.

“but what? you should be grateful i’m even letting you cum at all,” minho responds.

but, just like jisung, you also want him to cum down your throat. you want to taste him, want his release to coat your tongue. so, you don’t stop, continuing to bob your head up and down with new vigour, trying to make him cum before you can be stopped. but minho gets there first, moving from his chair to you in the blink of an eye, moving jisung’s hands from your hair and harshly grabbing a fistful of it himself, yanking your head back so that jisung’s cock falls free from the confines of your lips.

jisung is quick, taking his cock into his hand and pumping quickly, not wanting to lose his orgasm for the second time. minho presses one of his hands against your back so that you arch it, your chest protruding outwards. jisung pumps himself once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his release hit your tits. you hang your mouth open, tongue out in an attempt to taste at least a drop. but you’re out of luck, his cum only splattering across the expanse of your chest.

you watch jisung’s hand slow down, jerking himself off until he comes back down from his high. he lays limp against the bed, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. minho lets go of you, moving towards jisung. he gentle strokes the younger boy’s hair, telling him how well he did. but the softness only lasts for a moment, minho yanking against jisung’s hair, pulling his head back so that they’re looking each other in the eye.

“lick it off,” minho orders, voice stern. jisung goes bright red, blood rushing to the surface as his face heats up in embarrassment, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him from where you’re sitting.

the look on his face is a marvel to behold, a perfect combination of humiliation and desire. so utterly embarrassed at the mere notion of it, but also so devastatingly turned on at the idea of licking his own cum from your breasts. he nods his head, moving so that you can take his place. you lie down, your head resting upon the pillows, jisung hovering over you.

minho stands up, returning to his chair at the end of the bed, watching as jisung’s head lowers to your breasts. jisung looks up at you through his eyelashes before pressing his tongue flat against the soft flesh of your chest.

there’s something so filthy, so dirty about watching him lick his own cum from your skin. something so entirely erotic about the trails of saliva he leaves behind. you moan softly when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. he’s quick to let go, though, moving his lips and tongue across, wrapping his lips around your other nipple as well. and it’s not long before his cum is cleaned from your tits, jisung turning to face minho, waiting to be told what happens next.

“good boy, sungie,” minho says, and jisung perks up at the praise, loving to hear that he’s doing a good job. “what do you say to y/n for making you cum?”

jisung turns back to face you, and it’s adorable, the way he looks so shy. but he says his thanks to you anyway, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“it’s your turn to give, pretty boy. y/n made you cum so now you can do the same to them.”

“yes, sir,” jisung says, moving so that his face is in front of your pussy. you’ve ignored the throbbing between your legs for long enough. and it’s only now, with jisung’s breath delicately hitting your dripping folds, that you realise just how desperate you are for some kind of stimulation. for any small amount of contact that can bring you the release you need.

his tongue darts out of his mouth, quickly swiping up from your entrance to your clit. you let out a broken moan, your hands flying to tangle in his hair and your eyes closing tightly. jisung’s always been good at this, making you feel good with his mouth. and as his tongue dips into your hole, you can’t help but feel as if you’re floating amongst the clouds.

he only adds to your pleasure, however, when he brings his fingers to prod at your entrance while he sucks at your clit. he curls his digits, working your g-spot for the second time today and it makes your back arch. you tug at his hair, pressing his face harder against you, greedy for more. and jisung is happy to provide. he thrusts his fingers into you faster, humming against your clit. and the vibrations feel like electricity, setting off every nerve ending in your body.

you slowly open your eyes, and you’re greeted with one of the best sights. minho sits on his chair, clothes in a pile on the floor next to him, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you being eaten out by jisung. jisung’s fingers pumping in and out of your walls feel divine, but the addition of knowing that minho’s watching, and that he’s getting off to it as well, is enough to make the knot in your stomach grow faster.

you look down at jisung, and you love the way he looks. his maid outfit still covering him, his eyes closed as he relishes in the taste of you. his hands wrap around your thighs, grip firmly holding you in place, and you can see the way his hips rut against the edge of the bed.

the knot grows, steadily coiling tighter and tighter until you’re waiting, with bated breath, for it to unravel. with a particularly delightful curl of jisung’s fingers, you’re cumming, your legs shaking on either side of his head. he works you through it until you’re only left trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

minho stands up, signalling for jisung to do the same, and the younger boy does, standing beside the bed awaiting instructions.

“strip,” he says to jisung, and he does, quickly ridding himself of the maid outfit, tossing it unceremoniously into the corner of the room.

jisung stands still, cock hard once again, and you can see on his face how much he’s struggling to stop himself from wrapping his hand around himself. minho ignores him for a moment, helping you manoeuvre yourself so that you’re laying sideways across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. he climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs before finally acknowledging jisung once more.

“you’re gonna fuck their throat again, sungie,” he says and is quick to continue when jisung pouts. “and don’t complain. if you were good earlier, then you might’ve gotten to fuck their pussy, but you weren’t. so, you’re gonna take what you get and be grateful for it.”

jisung huffs slightly but says nothing further as he lines himself up with your opened mouth. he takes himself in his hand, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips, his breathing uneven from the knowledge of the pleasure that is in store for him. minho does the same, sliding his tip up and down your entrance, gathering your wetness. and only when you whine softly, a quiet beg for more, do they finally both push into you.

it’s kind of funny, the way they both simultaneously pause when they’re bottomed out, catching their breaths, needing a moment to recover from how good you feel wrapped around them. it feels like a lifetime before they begin to move, and it’s immediate euphoria, the way minho’s cock drags along your walls, every single one of his thrusts deep and purposeful. his hips move slowly into yours, wanting to truly feel the way you clench around him. and jisung’s thrusts are the same, calculated, determined, savouring the way your throat constricts his cock in just the right way.

you keep your eyes closed, just letting yourself feel the way they’re making you feel, the almost overwhelming pleasure you’re being provided. you can feel the drool dripping from the corners of your opened mouth. you can hear the grunts and groans from both of your boyfriends, you can smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. and you can taste jisung’s precum on the back of your tongue.

you’re careful of your breathing, being sure to take breaths at every opportunity. you lift your hands, gripping tightly onto jisung’s thighs while minho’s hands do the same to your hips. his fingers dig into the flesh, and you know that the skin there will be littered with a bunch of tiny bruises. but you don’t care, bruises are a small price to pay for total pleasure, especially when they don’t hurt at all.

jisung’s hands cradle your head, and he watches the faint outline of his cock in your throat. the sight alone draws a moan from his lips and sends a shudder through his body. your attention is brought back to minho when he begins to slowly rub at your clit with his thumb, and your body jolts slightly from the pleasure. you clench tighter around him in response, making his hips stutter for a moment before he regains his steady rhythm.

“fuck! c-can i cum? please? i n-need to,” jisung pleads, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“of course you can, sungie. go ahead and cum for us,” minho says, and you pick up on the tone with which he speaks. you can hear the almost sinister undertones in his words, but it’s obvious jisung doesn’t, because he releases down your throat with a moan.

he thrusts a few more times until he comes down from his high before stilling inside your mouth. he’s panting, trying to catch his breath before minho speaks up again.

“now, keep going.”

“huh?” jisung’s confused, it’s written all over his face. and there’s slight fear in his eyes. he’s well aware of what minho’s order means, but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“you wanted so badly to cum earlier, even breaking the rules to try and do so. so that’s what you’re gonna do. you’re gonna cum again.”

jisung’s frozen in his spot, and you press your hands harder against the back of his thighs so that he can’t step away. you take the chance to catch your breath as much as you can, taking deep breaths in through your nose while you wait for him to move again. but he doesn’t, each time he tries to thrust again his body shivers in overstimulation, and it stops him. minho takes matters into his own hands.

he thrusts into you with more force than before, causing you to moan around jisung as well as lurch towards jisung. you swallow around him and the younger boy whimpers from the overstimulation, his knees almost buckling beneath him, but you can tell he loves it.

minho grips your thighs, lifting your legs so that they wrap around his torso, and he’s able to thrust into you better, the slight change providing the perfect angle for him to reach deeper inside your tight walls. you can hear his breathing getting ragged, the warmth of your pussy starting to get to him, and his hips stutter every few thrusts.

minho lets out a shaky moan, and you clench around him as tight as you can, beginning to grind your hips up against him for some added friction, while jisung finally regains control of himself, managing to restart shallow thrusts into your throat.

all the nerves in your body are alight once more, and you can feel the knot forming again. you continue moaning around jisung’s cock, and the vibrations are sending him hurtling towards another release of his own. you can tell that minho is also nearing his end, his breathing is heavy, his thrusts are getting sloppy. but he doesn’t want to be the first to finish. he slides one of his hands up your body, leaving goosebumps in his fingertips’ wake before reaching your neck. he wraps his hand around your throat, and jisung’s the first to feel it. he feels the way your throat envelops him tighter, and he lets out such a desperate whine before cumming down your throat without warning. you swallow around him, feeling the way his thick cum slides down the back of your throat. his legs shake when he steps away from you, and he’s quick to lay down on the bed beside you.

minho’s hand stays around your throat as he continues to thrust into you, and he rolls his hips expertly. you’re close, so damn close to your orgasm. but you need something more, anything more, and jisung and minho can both see that. they both know what to do, minho leaning down and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth, while jisung wraps his lips around the other.

they both work in tandem, almost in sync as their tongues flick and swirl over your buds and it’s mere moments before they have you right there, standing on the precipice of ultimate pleasure, teetering on the cliffside, so close that a small gust of wind could push you over. but you fall, of your own volition, into an earth-shattering orgasm.

your entire body moves on its own, writhing, trembling. your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, legs shaking and twitching around minho’s torso. your back arches, your hips buck up and down over and over again. you’ve never had an orgasm so good, so exquisite, before. minho can tell from the way your walls grip his cock tighter than ever before, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan that just can’t seem to escape the confines of your throat.

the almost unbearable tightness of your pussy sends him over, triggering the orgasm that he’s been fending off for longer than he’d like to admit. you’re still lost in the pleasure, blissed out from the best orgasm of your life when minho releases inside you, painting your wall white. it’s only when you both have come down from your highs that both boys detach from your chest, jisung flopping back against the pillows while minho gently pulls out of you.

“you guys good?” minho asks, leaning back, propped up with his arms. you and jisung nod, happy smiles on both your faces. “good, then i’ll go grab us some water.”

he slowly stands up, catching his breath before heading out of the room. you use the moment to quickly go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. and by the time you return to the bedroom, minho is already there, two glasses of water in his hands and one more in jisung’s. minho hands one to you as you sit back down on the bed. it’s not until you drink the cool liquid that you realise just how much your throat aches. it’s faced a lot of use over the course of the session, but you know a scratchy throat is only temporary.

“i really liked your outfits,” minho says, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

“thank you,” you and jisung say in unison. you both giggle before you continue.

“i bought them months ago and started to give up hope that they’d even show up.”

“then it’s a really good thing they did because they just might get a lot of use,” minho replies, smiling. “did you both have fun?”

“of course! it was really good,” jisung responds first.

“yeah, i really enjoyed it,” you say.

“i’m glad.” minho grins wider, happy that you both enjoyed it. it always makes him happy to know you both had fun. “what shall we do now? get in the hot tub or watch a movie?”

“who says we can’t do both? hot tub and then a movie,” jisung says.

“i second that motion,” you add.

“alrighty then,” minho replies. “then that’s what we’ll do.”

all three of you make your ways out of the bedroom, stopping to grab a towel each on the way to the backyard. and as you all reach the hot tub, jisung and minho both pulling back the cover, you’re just excited to sink into the nice hot water with both of your loving boyfriends.

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Into you | Yoongi

This fic was posted for the June Writing game A Summer Night's Dream, hosted by Professor Dove through @bangtansorciere

AU Types/Tropes: Silvery & Hush Established Relationship AU

Themes: Pining

Kinks: Marking, Fingering, Handjob, Blowjob, Edging, Overstimulation, Sex Toy Usage, (Praise kink, if you squint).

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 6.3k

Genre: pwp (very little plot) smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: we've all been traumatised by SoWooJoo!Yoongi, but apparently Kitten has very fancy ways of reacting to trauma. Expect a very special, very fond ending.

Trigger warnings: first of all, this is basically unedited, I'm sorry. Now on to canonical warnings: swearing, domme!reader, sub!Yoongi; assplay, rimming, anal fingering (all male receiving); edging (male receiving), marking (male and female receiving); blindfold and handcuffs (male reeciving), spit play, blowjob (male giving and receiving. yeah, he's blowing the strap, it's a thing, believe me. a hot thing too), brief oral, (female receiving); grinding/humping, masturbation (female), cum play/eating, lots of lube ofc, strap on/pegging, lots of possessiveness, very mild degradation (very fond, he calls her bitch but very, very affectionately), overstimulation, cumshots (plural, very messy). Lowkey voyeurism (it's in the final extra). The sex described is overall as safe as sex can be, with the exception of all anything oral and all the cum eating. That is not safe, get tested before you do that with your partner. Sorry, the warnings are very detailed but this is sort of different from what I usually write, so i tried to be extra careful.

Thanking the wifey, @joheunsaram for being the eternal sweetheart 💜💜💜

Here is my masterlist and well, enjoy!

When Yoongi came through the door, he looked quite happy, though his expression was slightly tired.

“Kitten?” he called, looking for you in the living room, and kitchen. Were you still working? He hoped you weren’t. Maybe you were still with the girls. But after two hours?

And then you appeared. Naked, leaning against the bedroom door.

“Hi, kitty cat.”

He hummed and grinned as he stared at your silhouette. “Is that for me?”

You nodded and walked towards him, staring at the way he bit his lip as he observed your swaying hips, the curves of your breasts. You laughed. He knew so little, poor boy. “It sure is,” you purred before hugging him, acting as if you were just going in for some intimacy before you found your target, grabbing his left asscheek while your other hand slid from his spine to his side to his stomach, all the way down to belly, teasing his belt and heading further down, cupping his crotch.

His mouth opened as he exhaled, his hot breath fanning over your bare chest. “You know what you want, don’t you?”

“I’ve always known it,” you replied, stroking him through his jeans. “I don’t think I could want anything else after what you put me through tonight.”

“Did you and the girls enjoy the show?” he asked, mouthing at your neck, feeling the heavy thump of your vein underneath the sensitive tip of his tongue.

“I believe Candy fainted or climaxed a couple times,” you considered, feeling Yoongi chuckle beneath your jaw.

“The kid will be getting it good tonight.”

You smirked, starting to undo his belt. “He's not the only one,” you teased before your hand dove into his pants, feeling him up. “Now I want you to focus on me, though,” you said with a pout, tracing the shape of his lips with a finger. “I want to blow your mind.”

He was speechless as he nodded, his mouth gently agape as you gripped the neckline of his shirt and dragged him to the bedroom. He wasn’t entirely sure he knew what was going to happen, what he did know was that he liked it, and he hoped you would walk the talk till the very end. Somehow, tonight he needed you to.

“What are you thinking of?” you started, your hands undoing the buttons of his shirt.

He placed his hands on your waist, caressing up and down your sides. “How much I love you.”

You smiled and knelt in front of him, kissing his belly button before nibbling on the soft skin just below it. “You’re such a liar.”

“You would be too dangerous if you knew the truth,” he hinted vaguely, pushing your hair back as you kissed his happy trail, your hands slithering into the back of his trousers and slowly, painfully slowly, pulling them down. Unintentionally, his underwear slid down too, his erection springing free against your cheek, a tight hiss coming out of his gritted teeth at the impact.

“Come on, darling,” you cooed before licking up the shaft of his cock. “Won’t you tell me?”

He was tempted to let you continue, making you become dirtier and dirtier as you tried to get him to talk; however, he was too eager to play other games with you. “I’m hoping you’re going to dominate me.”

You looked up at him.

“I want you to fuck me.” He looked away, his cheeks hot as he murmured the two words. “Ruin me.”

You stood immediately, placing your hands on his cheeks, combing his blonde locks back. “What am I allowed to do?” you asked, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“You pick.”

You felt your soul leave your body. “Get on the bed. All fours.”

Yoongi bit his lip as he felt you switch, your demeanour getting assertive in a second. He loved when it happened. He loved feeling you so at ease with him to let yourself act upon your most animalistic instincts. He wasn’t sure of what it meant to him, but he loved being used by you. And he loved being part of your darkest, most unspeakable fantasies. He loved being kept in that sweet, dark place that was your libido, knowing he would always be the only one residing there, because he trusted you when you told him he was the only one you wanted.

And from the way you made love to him, night after night, he could feel it was true.

He heard a low buzz starting in the room, the sound almost disturbing compared to the quiet harmony of your breathing and his chasing each other.

He felt exposed on the large bed, lonely as you circled around it, around him.

The buzzing stopped.

“Love, would you like wearing a blindfold?” you asked, letting him choose on such an insubstantial matter. It wasn’t your main focus anyway.

Yoongi thought about it for a minute. Could he? Did he want to?

And then he remembered how he had trusted you that one time. “I want to.”

You grinned and held the silk piece between your hands, kneeling behind him on the bed and pressing your hips to his ass, beginning to work him up while you slipped the fabric over his eyes. “All fixed?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, the tone excessively teasing for that to be actual submission.

“Are you all cleaned up?”

He nodded while unconsciously pressing his ass to your hips. “All clean.”

You smiled. “Did you do this in the hope I would use you tonight?” you inquired, feeling him nod as his hair tickled your arms.

“A man can hope,” he replied mischievously.

“Do you need to be used, Yoongi?” The question rang in the room for three full seconds.

“I’m yours to use.”

“Good.” You rose from the bed, picking all your tools of choice. “Let’s get this started.”

Yoongi was in for a long night.

The first thing he felt was the squelching noise of your hands getting wet, next a vague pineapple smell drifting through the room. He could somehow imagine that the thump he heard next, with a click following, was you, putting down the bottle of lube and closing the cap.

“Does your shoulder hurt, love?” you asked, kissing his back. Though the surgery and the recovery was almost complete, you still treated it gently — mostly because you liked spoiling him and babying him.

“I’m okay, don’t worry,” he replied with certainty.

You hummed and tickled his nape. “Good boy,” you praised before bringing your hand around his waist, finding his cock and starting to tease him gently, with slow, light tugs that focused on finding the veins running along his shaft. They were rather delicate strokes aimed at your own pleasure rather than his. “I’ll check in on you later, okay love?”

His confirmation came through a hum that quickly turned into a moan as you reinforced your hold on him. “Yes, Kitten.” And that ‘yes’ felt more like a nod at the pleasure instead of an answer to your question. You grinned and let him live — you loved when he started growing so hazy he lost contact with reality.

While your hand kept going, you started approaching your actual target, your mouth leaving soft little nibbles on his ass, licking the skin you had just bit before moving to the next spot, making sure you left a bruise this time, Yoongi’s exhale turning into a whimper as you found the perfect spot with your thumb.

Now, the worst part of teasing Yoongi is that he loved having your mouth on him, but that automatically meant that you had to choose between his oral fixation and dirty talking, or just very mundane teasing.

“Do you like your pretty ass bit, my love?” The question was spoken softly, with your deepest voice, the one that always drove him insane. He called it your bedroom voice, velvety, low, sultry and so elegantly feminine. In his mind it looked like a black panther to him, hiding deep in the forest of his desire.

“I like anything you do to me,” he replied, trusting you blindly — quite literally — as you lead him exactly where you wanted him to be, in places he’d never had the courage to explore by himself.

“I love you, Yoongi,” you rewarded him, giving him that safety, that reassurance you knew he needed to take the next step.

“Love you,” he replied meekly, his breath laboured. And then he felt it, your mouth, lingering in between his asscheeks before you pushed them apart, dipping your tongue into the crevice and lashing it against the rim of muscles around his hole.

“Kitten,” he cried out, getting on his elbows, spreading his legs and arching his back to offer himself more fully.

You hummed, appreciating his new position. You wanted to answer him so much, but you kept going, rubbing the skin between his testicles and his anus with your thumb, covered in latex and lube. It was the easiest way — which you had learnt the hard way. Lubrication seemed to last longer on the gloves, and you were okay with sacrificing skin-to-skin contact when the glove allowed you an efficient job, and a quick clean hand when he needed aftercare.

As you let your spit dribble down his skin, meeting your finger, you rested for a second. “Do you still want my tongue or would you like my fingers, babe?”

He groaned and started moving to push his cock into your hand.

You loosened the grip, the touch too light to give him the friction and pressure he wanted. “I said, my tongue or my fingers, Yoongi.”

“Fingers, finger!” he replied quickly — anything to get your grip back on his cock. He needed it, he was desperate and foolish and he needed it so bad.

And then you pushed your middle finger inside, a gasp and a moan exiting his mouth as he crumbled forward a little, clawing at the sheet, the lack of vision unsettling him a little. “Oh god, Kitten! Just like that!”

You grinned and started moving your finger inside just barely, beginning to work at his inner walls little by little, stroking his cock every time he got too quiet.

“Do you know how many people wish they could do this to you?” you teased before bringing your finger out, stretching his entrance and pouring more lube onto the glove. “Do you know how many people want to be in my place, right now?”

He shook his head, too overwhelmed to think, to speak.

“Everyone wants to fuck you. Or be fucked by you,” you murmured, adding one more finger and catching him by surprise. “Everyone wants to suck your beautiful dick. My dick.”

He cried out your name as you found his prostate and started rubbing your fingers gently against it. “All yours,” he purred, swirling his hips against your hand, humming when you gave him the perfect angle. “Kitten, fuck.”

“Is it turning you on?” you asked, removing your fingers to make sure he didn't cum too soon.

“Yes. Now tell me, are you edging me?”

Though his tone was requesting and assertive, you let it slip. He would go back to whining like a good sub in seconds. You placed your lips at his ear, tracing the shell with your tongue and making him arch his back. “Maybe.” You kissed his temple and smiled at him as he purred at you, trying to find anything he could kiss. “Are you in the mood for that?”

He nodded and gasped as he felt your tongue caress his lips and your fingers linger at his entrance. He opened his mouth, ready to be doubly violated, imagining you kneeling at his side.

“Do you want me inside?” you teased, your hot breath fanning over the lower half of his face.

“Yes, please,” he replied, his voice so shy and open.

You held on, caressing his ass, back and forth, slowly, sensuously before you pinched him. “Lay on our back, kitty cat. I have plans for you.”

He snickered and obeyed, curiosity and arousal being the only things keeping him from taking over. “You’re really on your worst behaviour, uh?”

You hesitated, slightly confused at what he meant. Did he like that? Did he…

“Kitten,” he called, stretching his hand and finding your leg. “Love.”

You thought it ridiculous that with such a simple comment he had managed to make your commandeering mood wobble.

He lifted his blindfold at the lack of response. “Hey?”

“Do you really want it?” You looked away from him, feeling like you were maybe pushing him too far.

He sat up to grab your chin and make you look in his direction. “I want it, Kitten. Do you want to give it to me?” You nodded, earning a peck on your lips. “Then give it to me, love.” He laid back down, and put the blindfold back on. “There, you have me. I trust you. I know our safewords. Please, do whatever you fancy.”

You blinked and gave it a try. “I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you too, ____. I adore you. This is a judgement-free zone, love. It’s always been. It’s the two of us. Nothing can be wrong as long as it’s me and you.” His hand abandoned your leg so he could grip the headboard. “Come on, do it. I know you want it.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, already stretching to your drawer. “You want me to cuff you?”

He hummed and smiled brightly. “It was only a matter of time until you wanted the tables turned, Kitten. I accepted the idea of being cuffed the night you let me put them on you.”

You sighed and straddled his waist, stretching to the headboard to fix the prop on Yoongi, looping the links behind a bar and letting the other handcuff click close on his other wrist. “Too tight?” you checked on him, letting him tug at the restrain a little until he gave you his approval.

“It’s perfect. I’m doing perfect. Now could you please take care of my cock? It’s just a teensy tiny bit hard,” he hissed as he felt the mattress dip between his spread legs, your form crouched there right before you slipped your gloved hand under his balls, searching for the lube bottle and pouring some on your joined fingers before you dipped them in, making him groan in pleasure, your other hand running up and down his thighs as you playfully skimmed them with your nails.

“Kitten, I—” he stopped mid-sentence as he felt your lips around his soft, bulbous tip, his veins so thick you could feel them as you squished him with your cheeks, swallowing the first couple inches of the shaft and bobbing your head with the same rhythm of your fingers inside him. He exhaled, his breath coming out so hard that it resonated in small whimpers.

You let yourself continue for a while, waiting for his abdomen to start twitching right before you sucked him painfully hard, only to let him pop out of your mouth, his loud cries turning into a desperate little tumble of sobs as he felt stimulation stop entirely on all fronts.

“I only do this because it feels so good when you let me cum, but damn it feels so cruel when you edge me.” His words were raspy and vaguely ironic.

“Too cruel?” you asked, sitting up and stretching to his face.

“Perfectly cruel. I love it when you’re a bit of a bitch,” he replied with a semblance of a snicker. “You know, since I’m a bit of a saint. You balance me out.”

You grinned and pushed your naked fingers to his lips, letting him have a taste of his cum before he parted his lips wide, your face leaning over him as you made your lips touch his, your drool falling from the tip of your tongue right into his mouth.

Yoongi simply moaned at the gesture before chuckling. “That’s my lovely bitch.”

You nodded and hummed, kissing down his body, slowing down only to study the wet stain of saliva and precum pooling at his lower belly. Once at his stomach, you placed a heavy kiss there, deciding to mark your territory. You weren’t sure about what was making you feel so jealous of him all of a sudden — secretly your brain was still processing the mental image of him pole-dancing, after the guys had suggested it — nevertheless, you were a horny mess. Well, a hornier mess than usual.

Feeling your courage renewed, you stretched to his head, pulling up the blindfold. You needed him to look at you as you decided to remind him who he belonged to; however, you had to stop right on top of him as his beautiful eyes emerged, lashes fluttering softly as he stared at you, stretching to get your lips on his. As always, you gave him what he wanted, peppering a series of childish pecks over his reddened lips.

“Love you so mad,” he confessed as he watched you moving down his body, kissing the previous mark, already blooming in scarlet red and placing one right after, just one inch before his belly button. “You want me to watch you mark me up?” he questioned, his voice guttural and low pitched.

You nodded and pressed another kiss, even lower, feeling the salt of his sweat and precum sting your tongue as you sucked his skin in, feeling his taste settle in as you made sure the shape of your mouth transferred onto his flesh.

Lower some more, your index finger tracing his hard on, making him hiss.

Lower, to his pubic bone, where his shaved hair tickled you slightly.

And then up, one last hickey where the tip of his cock laid, taking note of the spot for later, when his sex would swell and twitch with a powerful orgasm, only to deflate and shorten a few minutes later, when he would grow sleepy and tender and his whole body would curl up with exhaustion. Then, you would look at the spot on his abdomen, stare at that burgundy sign and remind yourself that the tender kitty napping at your side is fucking hung — and knows exactly how to use every single inch of that beautiful dick.

And that every single one of those inches belongs to you.

With your eyes deep into his, you started sucking him some more, your fingers working in tandem as you started stretching his entrance, making sure he was absolutely ready for what would come next.

Again, his breathing started growing ragged, his wrists tugging at the cuffs as realised he was too aroused to let go of his high again. “Kitten, please…”

And that’s what broke the spell, his length sliding out of your mouth as you smirked and replied, “yes, my love?”

He threw his head back in frustration, pushing his hips up in a way that allowed him some friction against your mouth and chin before you moved away, recognising his intention. And just like that, sudden inspiration struck you, making you turn with your back to him, straddling his hips before you placed your sodden cunt over his erection, feeling the hard flesh glide easily with your drool covering it. It was almost too easy to sync that up with your fingers on your clit and the two digits still inside him. “Is this what you were begging for?”

He hummed, barely coherent as you started humping him, making him grunt and groan as he tried to get more stimulation, more sensations, something just remotely similar to your mouth sucking him off — obviously, to no avail.

You took only a few minutes to cum, deciding to do so with your hips over his face, too far for him to stretch out his tongue to taste you. And just to prove his patience further, you decided to press the softness of your boobs over his pelvis, one hand between your legs and the other one too busy to take care of him — which was actually a shame — still, you decided he was stretched and relaxed enough that you were probably ready for next step.

Plus, at this point, he was speechless, desperate and needy, begging you with a litany of ‘please’ and ‘Kitten’ and ‘let me’, all coherent thoughts out of the window as you finally came, gifting him with your open cunt right on top of his mouth as he pushed his tongue inside, humming and jerking his hips up when he finally felt your cum in his mouth, the salty, bitter tang of you so liquid and hot over his taste-buds that his eyes rolled shut and his nose sent a puff of fresh air tickling your overheated, drenched skin.

As you descended from your orgasm, slowly and carefully unstraddling Yoongi in the process, laying at his side and kissing his chest before you moved to reach his mouth, you realised he was the most incredible lover you could have ever wished for.

“Love you, baby,” you murmured at his side, watching him struggle slightly as his hands were still bound. He whined meekly as he found your lips once more, the kiss scorching hot as the two of you started moving in unison. “You still stretched?” you murmured, his confirmation coming with a brief delay as he tried to bring his brain to work.

“Do you wanna…?” Your question was vague, but Yoongi understood it nonetheless.

“Yes. I really wanna. I want it a lot,” he whispered, resting his face against the crook of your neck. You untucked him from there, drawing the shape of his lips with your finger before he swallowed one, tasting you.

You kissed the mole on his nose, on his cheek as he kept sucking, pushing your hand away as soon as you decided you needed to see him crumble. You removed the glove, reversing it inside out as you rolled it off. Next, you undid the handcuffs, making sure that Yoongi could be perfectly autonomous before you walked away from the bed to grab your required accessories from the drawer at the far corner of the room. Studying the straps and rings, you found out the correct holes for your legs to slide in, bending down to push the small harness up, getting a relatively small dildo in the ring fitting just on top of your mound, reminding yourself you should put a condom on it just to make the cleaning process easier.

Condom on, flared base holding the toy into the metal ring, you started doing the straps around your waist and ass, struggling to decide whether the harness was too loose around you.

“This is one of the sexiest things you’ve ever done,” Yoongi murmured gently from the bed, his eyes hungry and desperately in love with you. You gave a couple thrusts with your hips, feeling the addition at your pelvis and deciding that yes, it fit you perfectly.

Yoongi waited for you at the feet of the bed, kneeling, watching as you walked over to him and stood right before him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, looking up at you, his eyes focusing on your blushing cheeks, on your turgid, red lips, at your swollen breasts and hardened nipples, following that line that lead from your sternum to your stomach to your belly, right to the toy at his eye level.

He licked his lips and kissed the tip, wishing with all of his heart that it could make you feel the same way as when he would press his barely agape lips to your clit. Grinning about your clean hand, you pushed it into his hair, combing it gently before he started taking an inch into his mouth, then another, then another, his eyes fixed on yours.

Even though you could feel nothing but the base of the dildo pressing into your skin, the sight was enough to give you a pleasure bigger than the physical one.

“You like it, my love?” you asked, watching him bob his head needily and gag before he backtracked, your thumb collecting the small tear that fell on his left cheek after his eyes watered. “You look beautiful, baby.”

He smiled and took the toy in once more, closing his eyes as he went further down on it, his hands placed on the back of your thighs as he pulled you closer, humming, sinking his pretty fingers into the flesh of your asscheeks.

“Wanna make you cum, Yoongi,” you murmured, using his hair to pull him off you.

He looked into your eyes, his lips messy with spit as he made his way to the middle of the bed, on all fours, trying to be as sexy as he could, but also feeling like he was miserably failing.

You smiled fondly at him, your reaction reassuring him as you climbed back on the bed. “How’s your shoulder, love?”

“Fine, but I prefer not staying on all fours,” he replied, getting on his knees and almost turning around before you stopped him with a hand around his waist. He knew his cock was leaking the very moment you put your hand on him, a white blob joining the ones caused by the feeling of your dildo inside his mouth and throat.

“Let’s do it like this,” you said, already pouring some lube onto the toy. “You love doing me like this,” you continued, getting both your hands around his waist and helping him scoot in between your parted thighs, the tip of the strap-on teasing the seam of his ass. “I want to feel the way you do.”

He nodded, fixing the tip to his entrance, pressing it and tipping his ass down, feeling the head fit into his hole. “Fuck,” he breathed out, abandoning himself so slowly onto the shaft, the object making his walls part until it reached his prostate, getting him to crumble entirely and sink down. “Fuck fuck fuck, thank you, Kitten, thank you so much, love,” he babbled, wiggling his hips as he found his favourite spot and started rubbing it against the dildo.

He was so grateful, so immensely thankful that you’d challenged yourself, that you’d explored so far so he could have this moment with you.

It wasn’t the first time you had tried pegging, but you hadn’t done it that much either. It was maybe your third or fourth time, but Yoongi couldn’t care any less.

The simple fact that you had agreed on trying was enough for him to be entirely smitten over you. Neither of you had even taken it into consideration when you first started dating, and now Yoongi loved how dominating and caring you became every time he felt like receiving assplay, or full-on anal sex; at the same time, you loved how vulnerable he became once you took control, and how easy it was for him to melt in your arms, or underneath you, once you started teasing his delicate hole.

As you moved into him, his back sweaty against your soft front, Yoongi threw his head back, resting it against your shoulder, mouth open, eyes closed, so heartbreakingly beautiful. You found his hand close to yours, lacing your fingers together while he found your other one, repeating the gesture right before you wrapped his arms and yours around his torso, holding him tight to you.

“I won’t let go, love,” you spoke in his ear, his whole body relaxing against you right before you gave a tentative thrust, making him whimper before he growled. “You’re safe here.”

He pouted, begging for a kiss, stretching as far as he could to get your lips against his. “Please. I love you. I want you so much. I’m so hard.” He almost sobbed when he felt you move inside again. “Please, let me cum,” he spoke, babbling slightly as you started pulling out, the dildo rubbing against his prostate. “It hurts, Kitten. Please. I wanna cum,” he sighed, gasping when you pushed back inside.

“Like this, my love?” you asked with a teasing grin, leaving a gentle peck on his delicate neck, drawing the profile of his adam’s apple with the tip of your tongue. “You’re so pretty when you beg, kitty cat.”

He moaned and shoved his hips down, gyrating them as the perfect friction hit his favourite spot. “Don’t play with me, Kitten. It’s been an hour, I’m begging you.”

“I know you can do way more than one hour, baby.” You started drawing circles on his tummy with one thumb, refusing to let go as you twisted your grip so your palm could rest on his abdomen, his own hand clinging to yours as you let your digits tiptoe further down, to the base of his cock, skimming the underside of the shaft in a way that had him setting a crushing grip on your hand.

“Kitten, I’m going mad, please. I love you. Please. Why are you so cruel to me?” he wailed, his body shaking against yours.

“Because you love it, Yoongi. Because you love me.” You chuckled as you felt his hand pressuring yours into jerking him off. “Because you let me ruin you so cutely. You’re such a pretty sight.” You decided to be merciful, starting to stroke in faster. “Because you want this, don’t you? Or you could use your safeword, my darling. I wouldn’t hold it against you, you know it.” You kissed his temple. “I’m yours, in any way you want me.”

Yoongi brought your joined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. And then it hit you.

Everything was perfect. He was perfect. You felt perfect with him. And you knew he would take you, no matter how you came to him. He would take you and hold you — sad, happy, scared, excited, serene or troubled, powerful or powerless. He would wait for you and hold his arms open for you. He would kneel if you knelt, and he would rush to you if you crumbled and fell on your way to him. And he would have you, without condition.

Just like that, you went slower again, but deeper. Harder. Your hand, still teasing his cock, once more played an emotional tango as your pinkie lingered on his skin while you inverted your positions, your hand hugging his as you wrapped both your arms around his middle.

“Kitten,” he murmured, noticing that something was shifting between the two of you. “Like that, please, yes,” he said, letting the sound sibilate, giving you the answer you were searching for.

“Marry me, Yoongi.”

He opened his eyes, licking his lips as he stared at you with the widest, most incredulous eyes. “What?”

You rolled your hips good for him, making him purr and swear. “Marry me, Yoongi,” you repeated, kissing his brow. “Please, marry me.”

He twisted his head just enough to kiss the sweet spot under your ear. “Are you trying to fuck me insane so I’ll say yes?”

You chuckled. “Something like that.” You wanted to caress his hair, but holding his hands was more important — the most important thing in the world. “My heart is yours. I don’t want anyone else having it.”

Yoongi inhaled and made you tighten your grip around him. “Please,” he whined as you started going faster.

“Please what?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Yes, yes, yes…” he said, starting to bounce on your lap, using you as he felt his cock swell, his eyelids quivering before they finally rolled shut, his release shooting out, against his chest, against your forearms and his abdomen. “Yes!” he finally growled, his expression becoming ecstatic as he rode you until not an ounce of pleasure could be drawn out anymore.

“It’s all mine,” you reminded him, his pleased smile getting even wider before he started nodding, only one of your hands leaving him as you wrapped it around his cock, even more cum coming out as you squeezed him, knowing he could be overstimulated, and that he would love it. “This cock is mine.”

He nodded, out of his mind, moaning as he reached the deepest pits of pleasure.

“And this sweet ass is, too, all mine.”

He nodded even harder, his lovely locks tickling your shoulder, his grin lopsided as he opened his eyes, brow furrowing as you smeared the cum on his chest with your fingers. “Your heart. Right here. All mine.”

“Yes, yours,” he confirmed, again getting worked up, all the edging and foreplay rewarding him with one more growing orgasm. He felt slightly sorry that you had cum only once through the night, but all his worries faded as your dirty fingers reached his lips. “These lips?”

“Yours,” he replied, automatically, opening them to suck at your digits.

“All your pleasure?” You went harder on him, ramming your hips up, feeling his muffled moans against your hand as you gritted out, “mine.”

He freed his mouth. “Yours,” he confirmed, fucking himself onto you as once more he shot another load onto his chest and abdomen, this time only barely less abundant than before. “It’s all yours. Everything. Everything,” he repeated, entirely spent as he tumbled forward, the dildo exiting him as he laid on the bed and rolled on his side, his entire body shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure as he still rolled his hips shyly, cum pooling at his slit and rolling down in heavy, white, blobs, all pressure gone after the insane amount of semen he’d shot all over himself and on the sheets.

You found a quick way to get rid of the strap on, laying behind him before he turned around, his body messy and tired. Still, you rubbed your hands all over his strained muscles, trying to ease out the sensory overload he’d just gone through.

“Yoongi,” you breathed out, before his eyes grew glittery. He smiled as the first tear rolled down.

“Did you really ask me to marry you while you were fucking my ass?” he joked, trying to hide just how emotional he felt.

“We can make up a more appropriate story to tell family and friends,” you joked back, your hands touching his face in a way that matched the feelings in his glance.

“We might have to, yes...” he conceded, finding the vaguely greenish mark between your breasts, kissing it before he renewed its bright red colour. Soon it would be purple again. “Do you really want me to be your husband?”

“I really do,” you replied without hesitation. “Do you really want to become my husband?”

“You will also become my wife in the process. Are you ready for that?” he teased, chuckling together with you.

“I’ve been told I’m a fast learner,” you cocked an eyebrow. “Great versatility,” you went on, giving him that cheeky smirk that made him know exactly what you were referring to. “I’ll learn on the go.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to agree to your proposal. You know… Taxes… Health benefits… Saving on all those boring law procedures…” he mused, his eyes telling you that it was for the most antithetical reasons that he was saying yes.

Love, faith, trust, devotion, commitment. True companionship.

“I could use a very expensive diamond ring to pay for a sugar baby once you’re old and boring.” The joke made him snicker before he placed a kiss on your lips.

“Already thinking of substituting me,” he mused, kissing you again. “I’ll buy you one of those fake stones.”

“Then I guess I’ll be stuck with you forever.” You replied, grinning. There was nothing better you could think of.

When Yoongi woke up, he felt slightly dizzy. He had slept all the way to mid morning, the aftercare so gentle and relaxing that after the bath he crashed on the fresh sheets, nuzzling his face into your chest before he fell asleep like a baby. And apparently his sleep was so heavy that he’d managed to sleep through you messing in the kitchen, baking a cake and icing it too. In your messy handwriting shining bright blue on top of the cake, the words read: ‘thank you for letting me peg you’, which genuinely stole a giggle from his throat.

What didn’t steal a giggle was a small piece of rolled up paper planted on the cake, almost resembling a small candle. He untucked it, rolling it open and reading it twice, feeling his heart swell with pride and love and gratefulness. ‘Thank you for agreeing to become my husband.’

Yoongi smiled at it, feeling his eyes growing wetter as he groaned an ‘aigoo’, standing up from the chair and finding his wallet inside his jacket. Opening it, he found the spot where he kept the cinema ticket from your first date, and the passcode to your apartment door, slipping in one more trinket of your story together.

Yoongi looked around as the other boys worked out. Maybe he shouldn’t… Maybe he should just… keep it on the down low.

And then Jeongguk, shrugged and removed his shirt, an avalanche of definitely-not-mosquito-bites covering his chest. Namjoon, spotting the maknae’s puffed out chest, pride prickling at his ego, also removed his tank top to expose the eight matching red lines down his back. He grinned even more as he turned around, small bite marks appearing at his collarbones and delicate crescent-shaped indentations on his pectorals.

Jimin blushed as he decided to pass. His marks were way too low to be shown publicly.

With a smug grin, Yoongi decided to keep his dongsaengs humble, removing his shirt only to expose a line of bruises starting at his stomach and disappearing at the waistband of his shorts.

Everyone hollered at him, Jimin chuckling before chanting, “Suga-hyung won!”

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