#babygirl to daddy real quick

[rafayelsgf]

begging vs demanding

[iguessricciardo]

get you a man who can do both

[starofhisheart]

Pedro Pascal the man that you are

Pls he means everything to me

[berlinini]

thanking my 2009 self for being oblivious to the existence of Arctic Monkeys because discovering Humbug Alex Turner would have probably affected me beyond repair

[binsito]

disk 2.0

part one is here!

pairing: bf!bang chan x fem reader x perv!changbin

word count: 3.0k (my longest fic this far AGhhh)

synopsis: changbin knows he should return what he wrongfully stole but he can't help but want to steal another one of chris' cds..

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, usage of the word "cockslut", "daddy", "babygirl", "good girl", "princess", "sweetie", mentions of masturbating, some fingering (f receiving), mentions of alcohol and consumption (they just crack open a cold one), little bit of oral (f & m receiving), breeding, chan is sharing his gf with changbin, filming/usage of a camera, voyeurism/exhibitionism dynamics, cuckolding lowkey??, degradation, humiliation, shame.. i think that's it but idk man they be fuckin!

put the cd back.

simple.

that's all changbin had to do.

put the cd back and act like nothing ever happened, like he didn't watch chris fuck the shit out of his girlfriend.

like he didn't see her puffy cunt ooze with his cum, like he didn't hear the pretty moans she let out for her "daddy", like he didn't see chris bring his heavy hand to her ass cheek, marking her so prettily as he pumped into her from behind with his thick cock.

chris would never know a thing, would never even notice the cd was gone in the first place, changbin was going to toss it back where he found it and take this little secret with him to the grave.

it seemed so easy.

it almost made changbin giggle how fucking effortless it was going to be.

absolutely fool-proof.

he was getting away with such a sneaky little deed, if it was this easy, why didn't he just take another? channie had so many.. he had probably forgotten about them anyways.. they were thrown in a box so carelessly, for god's sake. it wouldn't hurt to just take another..

he had to control the twitching in his cock as he walked into chris' apartment, disk buried in the pouch of his hoodie as he greeted his friend.

he welcomed him in so casually and changbin couldn't help but stiffen in his pants, tugging his hoodie down discreetly to hide his growing erection.

however, as he carried a conversation with his friend, he felt ashamed, guilt washing over him at all the dirty things he had thought about chris and his girlfriend. he knew he shouldn't take another cd, he should leave them as is and never pull that stunt again but he was far too gone, wasn't he?

if he was going to be a pervert, might as well commit to it, right? he already had his mind set on taking another one, had already imagined what could possibly be on another video and he would be incredibly disappointed if he backed out last minute like a wimp.

so as they started moving the last couple of boxes, changbin was bubbling with excitement knowing he would soon have the opportunity to nab another cd as soon as chris would turn away and give him a second alone.

a second was all he needed.

he wasn't going to be picky, any of the cds from chris' collection would make changbin a very, very happy man.

he would be content with whatever he could get, anything would do.

when chris tells him he's going to the bathroom real quick, changbin has to act like he's not fucking elated, like he almost didn't jump up and cheer.

he had to be cool.

had to be quick.

discreet.

sneaky.

he waited until chris was out of sight and quickly started looking for the box, however much to his dismay, it was no longer among the other boxes.

it was gone.

chris had probably packed it up already on his own, maybe it was in the truck, maybe he had given them over to his girlfriend?

changbin felt like he could collapse.

his excitement fizzling down to disappointment and frustration.

at least he could keep and rewatch the one he already had but he was just so greedy, he wanted to be nosey and see what else chris was hiding.

dammit. he thought angrily, he was so close, fingertips grazing his sweet little prize only to have it ripped from his hands.

he could cry.

he tried pretending like everything was alright once chris was back, helping him continue to load up the truck and carry all his music equipment safely.

a smile on his face as he chatted with chris while he was internally screaming, wishing chan had left the box out again like he previously had.

"bin, you should come over once i settle in to check out the new place yeah? i'll cook, i know you won't turn that down." chris giggles changbin smiled and nodded "of course man, i'd love to come over." "perfect, next friday yeah? it'll motivate me to actually unpack and get shit organized for a guest."

"sounds good, i'll be there."

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but what changbin hadn't expected when he came over that friday was for chris to have company.

his pretty girlfriend sitting on the couch with a smile.

you greeted him and gestured for him to sit down. "welcome! how are you? i haven't seen you since that trip we all took over the summer."

changbin tried pushing down any thoughts he was having about you, how pretty you sound talking to him, how much prettier you would sound gagging on some cock.

his cock, preferably.

but you were chris' girlfriend so that would be off limits.

you kept a steady conversation with him as chris came back out from the kitchen, smiling and handing changbin a beer.

"how's the place? you like it? she helped me clean up nicely, got rid of all that dust and shit" he sat next to you, arm around you as he sipped his own beer.

"yeah the place looks great, chris. congrats." changbin smiled at his friend.

"hope you're hungry, we made some delicious pasta from scratch."

"we?" you spoke up and giggled

chan just laughed, knowing he tried to help but just made a mess so instead you had him wash dishes.

"dinner should be ready in about an hour. i prepared dessert too" you spoke up "oh thank you, i knew chan wasn't going to be the one fixing us a meal" changbin joked.

"he's getting better, no more burnt chicken. just needs to clean up after himself and be more careful"

chris just smiled and kissed your forehead softly, he loved you so much. you made him incredibly happy and he loved showing his affection towards you openly, especially around other people.

changbin was no exception.

"baby why don't we put on a movie or something while we wait?" "oh, sure!" you wiggled out of his grip and walked over to the tv, grabbing the remote to turn it on

"i think you'll like this movie bin, not sure if you've seen it yet" chris said

"what movie is it?" he asked but chris just smiled at him, letting the video buffer as you took your seat next to him again.

the video loaded and changbin's eyes widen as soon as he saw what was on the screen. beer almost spilling all over him as he watched you in pretty lingerie that had been carelessly ripped by chris, sprawled out for the camera to take in your wet folds, chris tracing them with a finger as he chuckled behind the camera.

"c-chris- i think- i don't think-" changbin didn't even know what to say, quickly covering his eyes with his one free hand. was chris doing this on purpose? was it an accident? he shouldn't feel turned on, pressing his legs together in hopes to tame the angry boner he had sprung.

"open your eyes binnie.. don't be shy now." chris spoke, his tone strong and a little condescending

"at least tell us if the cd you stole was good.. was it good, binnie? did you cum to it? you must've.. i saw you waiting for me to leave to take another. i hid the box before you came over though.. wanted to catch you. i knew i wasn't crazy when i saw one missing." he giggled so nonchalantly, the humiliation of being caught making changbin's cock pathetically rush with blood.

"channie told me what you did.. so cute.. come on binnie.. tell us how it felt?"

the video played in the background, sounds of your pretty moans filling the silence while changbin struggled to find words to speak.

"i-i'm sorry.." he said weakly "i-i really am i thought it was music b-but it wasn't.. i c-couldn't stop watching.. f-fuck it was just so hot.. i-i'm sorry-"

"don't be sorry, binnie.. you liked it right? hm?" you asked him, smile on your face that was making him squirm in his seat. his eyes shifting from you on the screen full of cock, to you in front of him, crawling into chris' lap. your eyes not leaving changbin's, his mouth salivating at the sight in front of him.

chris gripped a fistful of your ass as he kissed your neck. "you gonna put on a show for our guest babygirl?" chris mumbled into your skin, kneading your ass gently

"you're so sweet baby.. always so welcoming hm? good girl. daddy likes it when you're nice to his friends."

changbin felt his mouth go dry, hands shaking in his lap as he shamefully watched how chris sloppily made out with you in front of him. low grunts leaving his friend's pretty lips as you rubbed down on him.

"come closer binnie.. come look.." you beckoned him over, his feet moving faster than his brain could, quickly leaving behind the alcohol his friend had kindly offered him. he sat right next to the two of you, watching how chris expertly took your shirt off. he wondered how often you two had sex.. a lot right? given by the collection you two had curated.. chris seemed very knowledgeable and quick with his actions, almost as if it was muscle memory. like he trained himself to be able to handle you, like he trained you to be so good and perfect for his cock.

changbin's brain was so fuzzy, eyes scanning your body as chris discarded your clothes, before he knew it you were only in your panties. chris sucking eagerly on your tits while his hands played with the waistband of your underwear.

changbin was dying for a taste, wanted to touch how soft your skin was, wanted to give you goosebumps and tug on your hair and spank you until you cried out for him to stop.

chris had bent you over his lap, ass in changbin's direction so he could get a clear view. pulling your underwear aside so he could see your cunt on display. "see this, bin? she's always so fucking wet. she touched herself when i told her about what you did. came all over her own fingers.. heard her moan your name."

chris held your asscheeks open so changbin could see your pretty hole clenching around nothing "she's a bit of a cockslut.. but nothing i can't handle. look how easy she takes this.."

with that, he pressed two fingers in, your cunt sucking him in just how he knew it would. he pumped them a few times before bringing them out slowly, letting changbin see the slick coating his fingers

"here.. taste. it's the sweetest pussy you'll ever have." chris said as he held out his fingers for changbin to take.

all pride aside, changbin leaned in and took chris' fingers in his mouth, rolling his eyes back at the taste and humming. "good right? told ya so.. such a perfect cunt.." he emphasized his statement with a harsh spank. you whined as you felt chris pull you off his lap in order for him to get undressed. he threw his shirt off and pulled his pants along with his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

"can you show binnie how you good you ride daddy's cock, babygirl?"

he didn't have to tell you twice, quickly clambering into his lap again as you lined him up with your aching hole. you pressed down inch by inch, feeling the nice stretch of his cock. changbin's cock was growing impatient, he needed to feel some type of relief even if it was just his fingers. he began tugging his pants down to fist his cock, whimpering at the feeling of finally getting some friction.

"you better not fucking cum, changbin." chris scolded

changbin quickly dropped his hand, not wanting to anger his friend and make him stop.

instead he focused on the pace you had set on chris' cock, how your tits bounced with every movement, the concentrated look on your face and the way you bit your lip whenever you hit a spot that felt so good. the way you dug your fingers into chris' shoulders, how he guided you with his rough hands, his curly hair beginning to stick to his forehead.

all that alone could make changbin cum untouched.

chris trailed a hand down to where you connected, rubbing your clit to help you build up an orgasm, his other hand reached for your hair as he tugged your head back, barring your neck for him to leave a love bite.

the room echoed with noises from the video that was still playing in the background alongside your sweet whimpers as chris worked you up.

all music to changbin's ears.

it was too much for you, having chris touch you and changbin watching you come apart, your orgasm ripping through you as you chanted chris' name.

you tried collecting yourself, calming your breathing as you pulled off chris' cock but your legs felt like jelly so he helped you and gently set you besides him.

he had stood up and opened up a drawer underneath the tv, pulling out his camera and setting it on the table in front of everyone. "hope you aren't camera shy, binnie." he teased

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once chris had finally set up the camera exactly how he wanted, he decided it was finally time to let changbin have a turn. he was his guest after all and chris always made sure his guests were comfortable and taken care of in his home.

"how do you want me binnie? tell me, sweetie.. i wanna please you.." you purred

you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to have him inside, his cock looked delicious.. thick and so hard.. poor thing must've been struggling, his cock throbbing for attention. chris could be such a meanie.

"c-can.. can i.. taste you? want you on my face.." he said shyly

you tugged him down on the couch, having him lay beneath you as you positioned yourself on his face, caging him in.

as soon as his eyes met your pretty cunt, he was gone.

all the shame and humiliation he once felt (even if it had turned him on so badly), had completely vanished.

he was hungry.

he held you open, licking up a long strip up your cunt before he began to suck on your clit.

he was making you shake, arms feeling so wobbly as you held on to his thighs to prevent yourself from toppling over.

"oh god channie.. he's so good with is tongue.." you whimpered, kicking your head back as you let out a whiny moan.

"i think he likes the dessert you prepared for him, princess." chris teased.

you leaned forward to take changbin's tip in your mouth, sucking just harsh enough for him to buck his hips up at the pressure.

chris grabbed the camera and brought it towards you, filming the way you began to bob your head on changbin's cock. he gripped you by the hair and tugged you off, spit connecting you the the tip of changbin's cock.

"you like being a slut with binnie? like having fun with two cocks?"

you could barely even answer as you felt changbin working you up to your second orgasm, chris gripped your hair tighter to make you focus.

"can't even fucking think straight.. so damn cock hungry.." he spat

"binnie, why don't you give her what she wants hm? why don't you you fuck her nice and dumb for me?"

he pulled away from your sopping cunt, giving you a few hasty licks before chan set down the camera, grabbing you and positioning you on your hands and knees over the arm rest.

"she's all yours, binnie. take good care of that cunt for me."

chris watched as changbin lined himself up, gripping on to your hips as he rubbed his tip against your folds.

your back arched when you felt him breech your hole, his thick cock easily pushing its way inside of you, pressing so deeply it kissed your sweet spot perfectly. you felt so fucking full of him already and you were glad he was going to put that fat cock of his to good use.

he had to concentrate hard to not bust right away, your cunt wrapping around his length so good, he thought he was seeing stars.

he set a steady pace, breathing heavily as he watched his cock sink in and out of you, a ring of cream forming against his base.

"fucking like bunnies.. so cute.." chan groaned as he stroked himself to the sight of his girlfriend being treated so nicely by changbin.

"s-shit.. chris.. where do you want me to cum? i-i think i might soon.." changbin whimpered

"keep it inside of her.'

changbin swore he was having another vivid wet dream.

inside?

chris wanted him to cum inside his girlfriend?

chris wanted him to fill her with his seed?

breed her and leave her stuffed full of him?

changbin closed his eyes tightly, it didn't matter how hard he tried to clear his head and focus, he was a weak, weak man.

"i'm close too, binnie.. touch me.. wanna cum with you.." you pleaded.

he took a shaky breath as he pressed his chest flush against your back, allowing him easier access to reach over and rub your clit.

his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bit into your shoulder to ground himself. he could feel you clenching on him, consistent moans leaving your lips as you got closer and closer to your peak.

it wasn't long before you turned into putty underneath him, cumming with his name on your tongue which was enough to make him shoot out as well. he kept still making sure every drop seeped into you and did not got to waste.

he kissed your shoulder gently before he carefully pulled out as to not spill on chris' couch.

"stay still babygirl.. daddy wants to fuck binnie's cum into you. make sure it stays in you real good, kay?"

this would not be the last time changbin would make a cameo in chris' homemade sex tapes.

unfortunately, it came at the expense of dinner being ruined that night due to negligence. blame it on changbin and his horny antics.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[3rachaslut]

late night car sex with lee know

SMUT minors DNI !!!

warnings; dom!lee know & sub!fem reader, dirty talk, slapping, consensual !! kinda rough sex, oral fixation, gagging on fingers, choking, pet names (kitten, doll, babygirl etc) daddy kink, slight dumbification, degrading, praise if you squint. let me know if i’ve missed anything

(reader is wearing a dress and lipstick) xox

i cant stop thinking about car sex with lee know like it’s actually giving me brainrot

“But somebody might see..” you say cowardly, alertly scanning your surroundings from inside the car, straddling Lee Know’s hips in the drivers seat.

“I didn’t think you would mind too much baby girl, not after seeing how you put yourself on display for the other members tonight wearing this little number” Lee Know slyly comments, beginning to unzip your dress from behind you, trailing wet kisses all down your neck and collar bone. The moans you were letting out only encourages Lee Know to become rougher with you, marking you. His hands find the straps to your dress and pull them down, caressing his way down to your tits, your nipples getting hard as soon as they hit the cool air. He rubs across your sensitive nubs and you throw your head back in bliss.

“So pliable aren’t you kitten, look at you.” You feel the tent growing in Lee Know’s suit trousers underneath you and you begin to grind on top of him. Lee know scoffs. “Pathetic..” he says as you let out a whimper.

“Daddy...” you whine and his hands find your throat, squeezing hard and your mouth gapes open, your clit throbbing.

“Words kitten” he responds, glaring up at you through hooded eyes and a smirk on his face.

“Wan- you” You utter breathlessly, the grip on your throat only getting tighter and you felt yourself slipping further into subspace. Your absolute favourite place to be with Lee Know.

“Oh darling..” he whispers up at you and you feel your pussy getting wetter at his tone. His hands find his zipper and he is quick to undo his pants, shimmying them down a little along with his boxers. “You wanna ride daddy? hm?” he tilts his head at you and waits for you. The restraint of his hand around your neck only lets you reply with a long, desperate whine.

“Ride me then baby girl” He says, loosening the grip on your neck in order to let you position yourself on his cock, now fully hard at the sight of your beautiful figure on top of him.

“Hmm sir..” You mumble, feigning cautiousness.

“I said, ride. me.” Your eyes meet Lee Knows and he’s staring back at you with a daring glare. You absolutely loved this side of your boyfriend and feeling so at his will. “or did you not fucking hear me?” He grunted out the last few words as he pushed you down onto his cock, groaning as your pussy took him in entirely. You moaned at the amazing stretch his dick caused and you buried your head into his shoulder. You stilled on his cock as you adjusted to his size and he grabbed your chin, moving your face to look at him. “Grind kitten”

And you do, like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are locked to each others and your mouth falls open as his free hand finds it’s way under your dress to rub at your clit.

“No panties? Naughty slut” He swiftly slaps your face and you moan in response, the sting going straight to your pussy. His fingers find your mouth and you happily let them in, swirling your tongue around his digits desperately. “Such a whore” He says, shaking his head in faux disapproval. “So desperate for daddy’s dick? Gone fucking dumb on my cock like a real slut hm?”

“Mhm mhm” you quickly reply in desperation, all ability to form a coherent sentence lost. You gag as his fingers began to deepthroat your mouth, your body lurching forward slightly, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly on your cunt.

“Gooood girl” He coos as he continues to gag you on his fingers and you speed up your movements on his cock. He takes his spit covered fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on your lips, smearing your lipstick across your chin.

“C..close..sir” You utter and he begins rutting into you.

“Yeah? You gonna come on daddy’s cock baby? Good girl. Seeing you so dumb on my cock like this makes me wanna fucking ruin you doll” He says as he drills into you.

“Com..coming daddy! ahh!” you nearly scream out. Your pussy tightens around Lee Knows length and his thrusts begin to falter.

“Come with me kitten- fuck” Lee Know grunts. And you do. Both of you letting out swears and moans as you ride out your highs. You rest your forehead on Lee Knows as you breath in sync, catching your breath.

“My good girl” Lee Know says lovingly. He plants a soft kiss on your lips and you smile.

“I love you baby” You whisper.

“I love you too. Let’s go home angel”

[crystlizabeth]

Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & his hellion youngertwin!Zhuri because she’s a daddy’s girl!!

A/n: Zhuri is about 6-7 years old.

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-dad!Simon loves both of his girls dearly but as almost any child dose they have a favorite parent. Zhuri ila Riley his youngest twin and a little shit that rained hell whenever she pleased.

-dad!Simon who’s quiet but is always accompanied by the most social little girl know to man kind.

-dad!Simon who if he had to run errands Zhuri would go with sitting on the front of his motorcycle her pink helmet on waving at cars at lights.

-dad!Simon who asked Sa’Diya if she wanted to go out with him and his sister always making sure to include both girls but Diya always said ‘no thank imma stay with mama’

-dad!Simon who knows Zhuri is his own little guard fog thanks to her mama either scaring off ladies that would try chatting up her daddy or interrupting said conversation putting the attention on her.

-dad!Simon who hated when people would tell him that his daughter is a pretty thing not in the creepy way but in they way he knows boys will like her.

“Ari what do we think of boys?” Simon mumbled looking down at his daughter.

Zhuri scrunched her face gagging holding her little hand to her throat continuously gagging “disgusting and stupid.” She shouted causing her own little scene

Simon grinned under his black face mask looking up at the older lady his had a scared look on her face.

Simon only laughed lightly watching the lady walk away as his daughter continued her dramatic reaction smacking the back of her head lightly because people were starting to stare.

“Alright ya little shit, lets go love..” he laughed waiting for the kids to start fallowing him.

-Dad!simon whenever his wife put him to do something she would come ‘bother’ him starting to beat on him hoping to get a reaction out of her dad.

-dad!simon who playfully pushed Zhuri down and she would come right back up to beat on him. To be honest she was a biter.

-dad!simon who had gotten so used of her biting him that he just gave her a ‘are you serious look’ only for her to laugh and continue fulfilling her mission to get her fathers attention.

-dad!simon when he dose play fight with her it can get rough real fast and one time he accidentally pushed her back causing her to hit her head on the side counter. He felt so bad and scared him self because he knew she was hurting he picked her up as she continued to rub the back of her head Simon saying sorry over and over again and that he didn’t mean to be so rough.

-dad!simon who had the young girl tell him over and over it’s okay and it’s not his fault and that it doesn’t even hurt that bad even though there were tears welding up in her pretty eyes.

-dad!simon who watch his wife look at them both trying to figure out why her husband and daughter were both on the edge of tears only for Simon saying he hurt his babygirl.

“Are you kidding me.” Simon watched as his wife put her hand on her chest out of relief.

“You big baby I’ve watch her get beat on worse by her sister she just bumped her head honey.” She reassured Simon her hand rubbing her daughter’s head kissing it.

“You alright baby you know daddy ain’t mean to hurt ya.” She said.

Zhuri nodded “I know it was and accident..” she muttered softly.

“See Si she’s alright.” She spoke watching her daughter lean into her father her arms wrapping around his neck.

“Such a daddy’s girl.” She laughed lightly patting Zhuri’s back kissing Simon real quick.

-dad!Simon who was inside with his wife as the two girls played outside watching them form the window when he saw Zhuri fall in the distance soon to hear a blood curtailing scream from Sa’diya and then a shouting for her parents. Mind you both parents work in said army both of them running out side seeing blood on ‘Diyas hands and Zhuri sitting crying her eyes out as she held her mouth.

-dad!simon who had to rush In daughter to the hospital because she fell her face hitting the ground so hard her top teeth had gone through her bottom lip and fallin both out when she sat up.

-dad!simon who sat the with his daughter bleeding in the back seat his wife holding both teeth and a towel to Zhuris face as she cried for her daddy. Sa’diya who sat in the front crying aswell feeling back because she had pushed her sister while playing.

“Diya baby it’s alright things happen, I know Zhuri but daddy has to drive.” His wife spoke to the two girls.

“I didn’t mean to Ari im so sorry..” ‘Diya sobbed.

“It’s alright Sj I promise Zhuri is gonna be okay.” Simon spoke looking over at the older twin

-yeah that was an eventful evening, but non the less dad!simon stayed with his hellion at the ER till 4 in the morning while his wife and other daughter went home because there’s school In the morning.

-dad!simon who got into her bed with her and held her because she was in so much pain even though she was still drugged up. Her fresh stitches in her bottom lip Simon had to keep prying her hand away because she wanted to touch them because the were itchy.

-dad!simon who wanted nothing but you yell at the doctor, because he had left with answering was there any other damage to her teeth, how long will the stitches be in and what is she taking for the pain.

-dad!simon who luckily knew that the teeth that fell out were still baby teeth.

“Daddy..” Zhuri muttered.

“Yeah baby?” He whispered rocking her.

“Am I gonna have a scar..” she asked.

Simon who didn’t know if she was gonna burst out into tears if he told her that there definitely was, “Probably baby just a small one should fade…”

“I want one, be cool, just like you..” she slurred.

Simon closed his eyes taking a breath she wanted a scar like him like the scars that sat on his face, she didn’t truly know what those scars were from but they didn’t make him cool.. but right now they would be just because is baby thinks they are.

“I wanna be like you daddy… I wanna be brave like you.. and help people.. I want people to like me.. I wang to be able to be quieter too, so people don get so upset with me be like sissy you know..” she spoke softly her lip quivering.

It wasn’t often Simon saw her cry, and to hear that lasts sentence. Something was going on at school it seemed maybe at her gymnastics as well.

“What’s going on love why do you think you have to be quiet..” he asked.

“My teachers keep getting mad and kids at school are mean— why are they so mean alway telling me ti shut up..” she cried lightly.

That made simons blood boil, “Ari, you should never let someone make you be quiet. Being loud is who you are it’s not a bad thing your big spirited, your such a brigh and love-able person Zhuri. You be loud in my favorite thing I love hearing you talk, and being excited about things. Don’t let them bring you down because you’re being you.” Simon said kissing her forehead whipping away her tears.

-dad!Simon who when they got home ended up sleeping next to her on the couch.

-dad!Simon knew that even through the hard times she would always be his light, nothing was the same everyday.

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A/n: I know it’s a bit everywhere but I love dramatics and I love Simon and Zhuri they’re my favorites! Probably gonna write more about them!!

[changbinheart]

okay, my fic hot takes:

1.) Jisung is not a sub. Yeah he can be cute but that MF is the horniest man alive. He'd go absolutely FERAL in the bedroom. Manhandling, spit, choking, etc. Yeah he might be a little whiny at times but he'd groan and growl in your ears and be rough as hell with you.

2.) Seungmin is a bit mean yes. but he's also a whiny baby. He'd tease and bullying is his love language but he'd be absolute fucking putty in your hands. He'd melt into the praise and he really really just wants to be a good boy for you.

3.) Chan definitely gives off Daddy vibes but again, he also just wants to be good for you. PRAISE KINK TO THE MAX. He'd beg, whimper, he's a needy MF and his favorite thing ever is eating his partner out, getting things sloppy, and he'd do everything to get you off without needing anything. I feel like he's someone who could cum untouched just from hearing the sounds his partner makes when they climax

you completely read my mind dude!

people are quick to call hannie a sub and like listen... i get it... like he is babygirl as hell - but I firmly believe that boy is a feral beast

pussy drunk!jisung but like in the pleasure dom way, you know?

I feel like some people have no idea what to do with seungmin for a character so they just default to mean dom, but he's a puppy like he's gonna be so loving and doting and just do whatever you want him to do! i feel like he's very soft, vanilla in the best way! he just loves youuuuuu~

I have many opinions on how chris is portrayed in fics (the joys of your bias being smut fic fuel) and that man is so incredibly a pleasure top who wants to be spoiled and babied every now and then!

like I mean this in the most serious way possible, but be so fucking for real and tell me that this man, who is working all day, being a group leader, and never sleeps wouldn't want to be pampered and pleasured in the most relaxing way ever... BE SO FUCKIN-

pleasure dom!chris is the most logical viewpoint on chris imo

thanks for participating!

[maya-19]

Discussing kinks with daddy Price?

Price x reader.

kinks

You’d always been open and honest with Captain Price. He knew this too. 

You were sat in his office. He was lecturing you about getting into a bar fight again.

“There’s no point is there?” A small smile tugs at his lips as he fails to keep serious expression, knowing you’ll end up in another bar fight.

You grin, your cheeks dimple. “It’s not my fault men look at me and wanna see if my boobs are real.” You scoff rolling your eyes. You’re wearing a white tank top that fits your breasts, tucked into a pair of grey sweatpants.

He sputters on his whiskey and coughs trying to recover. “You good cap?” You lean forward on my forearms, against his desk.

“Y-yeah yes. I’m okay. You’re just blunt sometimes. Catches me off guard I guess.” He smiles sheepishly. A tint of pink covering his cheeks

“Ah. Is captain blushing?” You tease him.

“No I’m not. Shut up.” he grumbles, making you grin even more.

“Aww. It’s okay cap. You look cute all blushing and flustered.” You wink playfully.

“God what am I going to do with you.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“Not ask if my boobs are real?” You stifle a smile. Then a wicked grin etches across his lips.

“Maybe I should. Are they real?” He raises a brow, leaning forward. His blue eyes slide down to your chest then back up to your fiery gaze. A smirk plastered on his lips.

“Yes they are. Why. Do you wanna feel?” You counter, a devilish glint of mischief glittering in your eyes.

“No thanks. I can already see enough.” He whispers, his voice low and gravelly. His tone sends tingles down your spine.

You feel your nipples tighten against your tank top. His gaze follows it and a darkness arises in his blue orbs.

Then you get a devilish idea. “Cap. Do you have any kinks?” 

“I don’t think I should be discussing those with you.” He rolls his eyes. He looks uncomfortable but also interested, though he tries to hide it.

“I’ll tell you one if you tell me one.” You flash him a smile, your green eyes sparkling with desire.

He meets your gaze once more, as if contemplating whether he should engage in this inappropriate conversation.

“Fine. Make it quick then.” He grumbles but fails to hide the excitement in his eyes, feigning indifference.

“I have a daddy kink.” You smile.

“A daddy kink? Really?” He asks interested as he leans forward.

“Blame the daddy issues for the messed up kink. But being called princess or babygirl turns me on. And calling a man daddy is hot.” You shrug nonchalantly.  “Of course only if he’s older. Like 35+. Calling someone younger than that daddy is just silly.” You grin.

“What if the man doesn’t want you to call them daddy?” He asks, his blue eyes studying you.

“I don’t go for men who don’t like it.” You smirk knowingly.

“What’s your kink then?” You lean back in you chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have a dominant/submissive kink.” He tells you. His fingers tap his muscular thighs, hugged by his cargos. God those fucking thighs.

Your gaze drifts back up to his. There’s a sudden shift in the air. The sexual tension undeniable. 

“I like being submissive.” You whisper leaning forward.

A smirk tugs at his lips. He runs a hand down his face as if contemplating to stop before this conversation leads into uncharted territory.

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you do to me? If you were the dominant and I was the submissive?” You ask, desire thick in your tone, low and husky.

He intakes a sharp breath. “I’d bend you over on this desk,” He murmurs, placing his palm flat on the desk. “And I’d fuck you from behind.” His voice is deep and demanding.

Your breath hitches. You suck in a breath. Arousal swimming in your core. You clench your thighs together.

His gaze drops to your thighs, his eyes darkening. Then back up to your hardened nipples and then your lips.

“Id spank your ass raw for walking around in a top like that. Where any man can see your nipples.” He continues. His voice dark, thick with restrained desire. Like he’s caged a beast wanting to be let out.

Your nipples tighten, begging to be touched. To be fondled and trapped between his lips. Your cheeks flush, excited as to where this conversation is going.

“Do you have a daddy kink captain?” You smile amused.

“Maybe.” He whispers. His eyes trained on yours.

You suck in a breath and stand up, leaning forward on your hands flat on the desk across him.

“How much lower?” You whisper. His gaze drops to your breasts pressed together.

“Lower.” He mutters, holding your gaze with a carnal desire that swims in his blue eyes.

You bend lower till your back is arched, and your ass is jutted out. You look at him through your lashes. Lips parted. His breath grows ragged as he stares at you. Unwavering.

“Lower.” He rasps. His voice sends your senses into overdrive. You lower until you’re bent over on his desk. Your breasts pressing against it. Ass up.

“Spread your legs wider y/n.” He whispers gravelly. Your knees tremble as you spread your legs wider. He stands up and walks around the desk. Standing right behind you. 

“I’d grab your hips like this,” he murmurs bringing his hands to my hips. His hands rough and big. “And I’d make sure I left marks all over your ass.” He rasped.

Your breath hitched and you pushed back, silently asking him to. But he chuckled softly, a dark desire within his tone.

“If I do that Princess, then I won’t stop till I’ve fucked that sassy attitude out of you.” He growled in your ear.  

“So do it.” You whisper, voice thick with anticipation and desire.

He pulls down your sweatpants. Without warning he draws his flat palm back and spanks your ass. You gasp suddenly, your toes curling.

“Do it again.” You breathe out shakily. Your pussy throbs, the ache between your thighs begging to be satisfied.

“Such a dirty little girl.” He grunts, this time your lurch forward suddenly with the rough hit. You whimper quietly, spreading your legs wider on instinct.

But the spanks weren’t enough. One after the other, you craved his touch. Between the wet folds, dripping down your inner thighs with a throbbing ache.

He unbuckles his belt. You swallow and look over your shoulder. His eyes on yours, as if knowing what you wanted. You lick your lower lip in anticipation and hunger as he curled the buckle around his fist, and uses the belt to whip your ass once. You gasp suddenly and let out a drawn out moan. Your hands gripping onto papers, scrunching them needing something to hold.

He whips again and again, you cry out. Your pussy is throbbing, juices leaking down your thighs. Then he moves the belt under and between your thighs. He flicks up upwards against your folds and lightly slaps it. Your juices squelch under the belt. He turns you around, lifts you up and sits you on the edge of his desk easily. He brings the end of the belt between your bodies.

“So wet y/n. So desperate. Is this what you want?” He rasps slipping the end of the belt between his lips and sucking the wetness off it, all while staring into your eyes. He pulls it out and lightly slaps your soft cheek with it. 

You blush crimson, the sassiness already leaving your body. Temporarily of course.

“Fuck me captain. Please.” You whisper shamelessly. Needy.

His blue eyes darken. He cups your face and kisses you harshly. Rough and hungry. You moan into the kiss and clutch his shirt and lock your bare legs around his hips.

You unzip his pants and shrug them down. “Don’t get greedy.” He kneads your breasts and pinches your nipples. Swooping down he sucks one in his mouth. His teeth grazing over it.

“Captain please.” You whimper throwing your head back gripping the edge of the counter.

“Get on your knees Princess.” He grunts standing back and pulling you towards him, pushing your shoulder down, making you sink down to your knees.

You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. He coaxes your mouth open, gripping your hair and pulls your mouth to his cock.

“Suck my cock Princess.” He tells you, his voice low and gravelly. You hold his muscular thighs that you’re disgustingly obsessed with. Your hand palms his cock a few times before your tongue swirls over the tip, where his pre cum leaks down his length. You’re lick the under side of his cock upwards and hollow your cheeks sucking the tip.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that. Take me deeper. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth.” He rasps throwing his head back as he pushes his hips forward. One hand clutches his thigh, the other massaging his heavy balls. You moan, the sweet sound vibrating against his throbbing cock. You take him deeper till it hits the back of your throat and you gag.

Tears sting your eyes as he grips your hair tightly. “Breathe through your nose.” He guides you and you listen, doing as he says and it helps.

“That’s it baby.” He groans starting to fuck your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat every time. Your vision is blurry in tears, you moan hollowing your cheeks sucking him harder, squeezing your lips around his cock. He moans, his eyes screwed shut. Satisfaction fills your core as you look up at him, your head bobbing back and forth.

“Such a good girl y/n, sucking daddy’s cock like that. Fuck you look so pretty with your mouth full.” He groans his hips slamming into you. His balls hit against your chin as your suck his cock.

He’s fucking your mouth harder and roughly fisting your hair as he thrusts. You gag on his cock, your eyes teary and cheeks hollowed and red.

You feel his thighs tensing under your hands.

“I’m gonna come Princess. I’m gonna come down your throat.” He groans, a deeper moan slipping past his mouth. His cock twitches and after a few jerky thrusts he comes in your mouth.

“Mhmm.” You moan swallowing every drop and milking his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He praises lifting you up and putting you on the desk, standing between your parted legs. You look down and see his cock is already hard again, salivating at the sight of the angry veins and the leaking tip.

"Now you're gonna come baby girl, you're gonna wet my cock." He growled attacking your lips with a ferocious kiss, sucking your tongue hungrily. Remnants of your juices on his tongue from when he sucked the end of the belt that was covered in your arousal. he dives deeper and swirls his tongue around yours, as if wanting to taste his own cum and how it mixed with his saliva, both of your tongues fusing with erotica and passion.

He grips your hips, pulling you closer. He rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds before sliding in without effort from how wet you are. His cock fills you up to the brim, making you draw out a guttural moan, your head rolling back and you fall back on the desk. "Nghhh, please, please don't stop." you whimper and moan breathlessly. Your breath choppy as he bottoms out and slams his hips into yours, driving deeper and fucking you till you're shaking. your legs wrap around his back, the heels of your feet digging into his firm ass.

His strong hand grips your throat and he chokes you while he grunts and fills you up roughly. "Take thrust every thrust fucking thrust inch." he commanded between thrusts, your eyes rolling into your head. You're ass digging into the desk but the pain is bearable, pleasurable even as he fucks you relentlessly.

And then your quivering and your body spasms and twitches, both of you close to your climax. "Come for me. Come all over daddy's cock." he groans and throws his head back as his thrusts get more frantic and jerky.

After a few more thrusts you cry out in pleasure. "Ohhhh daddy! im coming. I'm coming... coming. nghhh. fuck. fuck." you let out a string of unintelligible moans as he watches your face contort with pleasure and ecstasy.

"Ohh fuckk milk my cock, you're strangling it." he grunted as he came in hot spurts of cum, filling your tight pussy with his release. he slumps forward, letting go of your throat and pulls you up by his hands around his lower back and you bury your face in his neck. "Mhmm that was amazing daddy" you whispered panting, your hot breath against his neck.

"Oh yeah? you're such a dirty slut y/m, you came all over my cock." he teased in your ear and nibbled playfully

[silviakundera]

Dramas I watched in 2023

[Chinese Dramas]

My Journey to You - Wuxia. Spy games, badass ladies, subtextually homoerotic cousins. Gentle & sweet ML who melts the cold & calculated heart of FL assassin. Gorgeous setting and cinematography. Left me with a burning desire to see Zhang Ling He play more gentle babygirl MLs and Esther Yu to play more anti-heroes. Absolutely perfect to me.., if we just pretend the director didn't add a pointless cliffhanger in the last 5 min. Which is how I choose to live my life.

Story of Kunning Palace - 'rebirth' costume drama that I waited to air for like 2 years or something and then it... actually didn't disappoint? And was almost everything I wanted? 😳😲 This is THE couple for that post about the pair that need to be stuck in a neverending monogamous relationship with each other as a quarantine measure to protect everyone else.

A Journey to Love - wuxia perfection. The stand-out drama that I wasn't expecting. Murder mommy & murder daddy became an otp for the ages and all of the supporting characters were interesting and dynamic. I cared about so many more characters than I expected and never fast fowarded. Just immensely satisfying.

The Ingenious One - wuxia with a weak, scheming scholar protagonist on a revenge quest (yes, we've all heard that before!) who puts together a group to execute his cons, Leverage style. I love me a martial artist x weak scholar couple 👌. Some exciting twists & turns in this one. Both A Journey to Love and The Ingenious One are best enjoyed coming in with little to no information. Hell, skip the trailers and simply dive in!

Hidden Love - Modern drama. Top tier romance-novel-on-screen writing and acting. It felt honest and real. The coming of age arc for the FL was well done. Great brother & sister relationship that feels authentic. The ML's backstory was so heart breaking because it was never overplayed for melodramatics. Just a quiet pain, a distance and a burden he carried with him.

Road Home - Modern. "Do you remember who I am?" / "Yes. If I were to turn to ashes, I would still remember you." I am very weak for the "reunited exes", "second time around" trope when the actors are capable and the breakup wasn't a narratively convenient 'misunderstanding'. As a career woman who works very long hours, I also tend to appreciate modern drama relationships where the couple manages to stay functional & supportive while not having a lot of free time for each other. That's my version of wish fulfillment 😂. I felt like this narrative made me fully understand why they couldn't make a long distance relationship work as young adults but now they're ready and have experienced enough of the world to know that they are happier with their lives joined together than apart.

Love You Seven Times - xanxia. I wrote a whole review post (love letter) on this one, since it seems rather underrated. I feel like this one may actually end up one of my fav examples of the genre. I just sincerely bought into the couple and their mutual devotion.

The Last Immortal - xanxia. Terrible trailer but turns out to be a decent show. I'm a fan of the genre, so I'm enjoying it. (I think you do need to be, to enjoy it - it doesn't transcend or really subvert..just a solid representation of xanxia) I like both lead actors and they do a good job with the material. It's working better for me than Ancient Love Poetry and Ashes of Love. After being eager for Song of the Moon in 2022 but then being let down (I dropped that one quick), I'm very happy 2023 brought me 2 xanxia I liked.

Three Body - modern sci-fi. Book 1 of my fav sci-fi trilogy of recent years. As a novel fan first, I was pleased to see it on screen with talented actors. Eager for book 2.

Love Me, Love My Voice - modern drama with an unusual couple (2 introverts) and dubbing fandom hyper fixation. A laid back relaxation drama, to de-stress with. Minimal plot, no conflict. Just sweet slow burn relationship building, singing & audio performances. Supportive friendships.

Here We Meet Again - modern drama that suffered from sloppy editing. I mean almost incoherent editing in a couple places, like when they are counting down the days until getting married and then.. It's not mentioned again? 🙃 But I very much enjoyed the couple's chemistry. I can't say it was objectively good but it sure was compulsively watchable for some reason.

Royal Rumors - Costume drama that was so aggressively mediocre that I don't have any real explanation for not dropping it. Except I find the lead actress unspeakably alluring. Blame my hormones.

Dropped

Back to the Brink - xanxia. Great concepts but the execution didn't work for me. I'm not a fan of slapstick and wacky humor within serious subject matter. (It's the reason kdramas can be very hit or miss with me.) The amount of humor layered into AJourney to Love is basically my limit for tragicomedies. (Note: I did go read the book and it was very entertaining - the tone was much more to my taste.)

My Lethal Man - modern. Embarassing english name, but they had me in the first half, not gonna lie. Then after her identity was exposed, I wasn't feeling it idk. Sometimes it's just not that complicated.

Destined/Chang Feng Du - costume drama. idk really why I dropped. I watched about a 3rd of it and then was distracted by other shiny objects. I plan to come back to this one in 2024 and finish.

Romance of the Twin Flower - costume drama; unholy abomination of a great novel. I hope somehow, someday, the culprits pay for their crime. Need I say more?

[Korean Dramas]

Perfect Revenge Marriage - a modern rebirth tale. For the 90% of it, I was high on the love of a drama that is just what you didn't know you wanted. The camp, the dedication, the scenery chewing, the glorious evil step mother. It was magical. And then the last 2 episodes I found underwhelming. I can't really explain it, the climax just didn't hit for me. But that's very much a personal taste issue and I'd definitely recommend to all drama lovers who enjoy the genre. Seriously, the performance of evil step mommy was a master class.

King the Land - modern workplace romance. I've heard complaints that there wasn't much of plot. But tbh that was fine with me, because some dramas are simply character pieces. This was all about the personal growth of the FL and ML. I ended up invested and rooting for the ML to become a decent guy who isn't a gross classist like his dad.

Destined with You - modern reincarnation drama. I blame my lingering kdrama good feelings about King the Land for convincing me to keep powering thru this one. Such a strong start but then half-way in I began to realize it simply wasn't going to go into the direction I wanted it to. I still have no idea what they intended to communicate with that love potion subplot.

Vincenzo - modern crime drama. I was late to the party on this one. But after I got around to watching the delightful Kinnporsche, this was rec'd to me as another drama that embraced the bigger than life unreality of Fantasy Mafia™ and provides a rollicking good time. Absolutely ridiculous and compulsively watchable. 10/10.

[American]

House of the Dragon - Awful people doing awful things to each other, as a 1st act before everything goes straight to hell. Plus freaky dragon-riding fantasy incest. What's there not to like?

Fall of the House of Usher (YES i DO watch every horror drama by Mike Flanagan thx) - Was it as good as the first 3..? No. Did I still breathlessly binge it in 2 days? Yes. Awful things happening to awful people, poetically. 👌 👌

[hisunshiine]

—late night talking | kth

→ posted: nov 22, 2022 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2???, camboy!au, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 4,059 → warnings: taehyung is still hot, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, fingering, use of sex toys for masturbation, syncing sex toys for long-distance sex, use of pet names, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, sex crying, minimal daddy/babygirl vibes, feelings. → credits: thank you to @peachiilovesot7​ and @downbad4yoongi​ for your feedback on this chapter! i know i ended up changing things so it may come as a surprise if you read this after it’s posted, but thanks to @heathfritillary​, she was able to give me the info i needed to do what i originally planned! → taglist: @bts-ruu​ → summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time.  → an: excited about camboy tae and can’t stop writing apparently. once again it includes the text under the images for those who need accessibility options! enjoy!! i recommend reading part 1 first!

part 1 | series masterlist

The last few hours at work have been hard for you to focus. Your mind is full of your upcoming session with KTH, your favorite camboy. After the initial shock has worn off from one, him privately messaging you, and two, announcing you as the winner of the contest, you begin to lightly panic about what it would be like. 

‘So not only will you be able to see me, but I’ll be able to see you, too.’

Those words circle your brain religiously, almost becoming a mantra. You make sure that the date aligns with your wax appointment, and you even splurge a little to get a mani-pedi so that you can feel as confident as possible when the time comes for you to appear on each other’s screen. 

Checking your phone, you see he’s sent you another message. Your heart can’t help but flutter; quick palpitations at the way his username lights up your screen with ‘One New Message’. 

Ever since he sent that initial private message to you, saying that you had won the event, he’s sent you additional flirty texts and even pictures of him that you feel should be a paid benefit with how risqué they have been. But you have sent other pictures back to him, answering his questions about how ready you are for today, and you think his words have only served to rile you up, which is probably his goal. 

He’s kept constant communications all throughout the day, and it’s hard to separate the delusional part of you that feels like this is oddly like you are in the talking phase with someone. But you remind yourself each time you slip: you pay KTH monthly as a subscriber. This is just the first time you’ve felt like you’re getting much more than your money’s worth for it. 

Opening his message, you squeeze your thighs together as you abandon your last email for his flirty communications.

[start of image words]

KTH: I’m excited for tonight, are you? You’ve been such a tease this week, I didn’t know you would make me wait this long.

[end of image words]

You chuckle at his words. He thinks you’re the tease?! He’s insane.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I had work and wanted to make sure I could give you all of my attention. Plus, I think practicing patience is a good thing.

KTH: Oh, my baby girl, I’ve learned this week that I am anything but patient when it comes to you.

KTH: I bet you haven’t been patient either, bet you’ve touched yourself at least once this week.

KTH: I have.

[end of image words]

You feel the way your panties grow wet from reading his words. This man is too good at raising your blood pressure, making you all hot and bothered.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: If anyone is a tease, sir, it is you. I’m about to leave work now, and then I’ll be home, okay? You don’t have to wait much longer.

KTH: Hurry, baby. My cock is throbbing waiting for you. 

KTH: [image sent]

[end of image words]

Logging out of your desktop computer, you grab your purse and hurry out of the office, barely acknowledging your coworkers and boss as you take your leave for the weekend.

Sliding backwards away from his computer desk, Kim Taehyung sighs. He hasn’t been so enthralled with someone in a long time, not since his last relationship. He won’t lie, he’s always been a sucker for a partner who’ll yield to him in the bedroom, so it was no surprise to him that when he saw your entry to the contest that it was immediately his number one choice. But when you completed your profile and Taehyung was able to see what you look like? Hook, line, and sinker. 

And with the little biographical info that the platform allowed him to see about you, he learns  you are in the same time zone. What if…Taehyung shakes his head, not wanting to get his hopes up. He has to focus on the session that he’s about to do with you. 

Standing up, he puts his hardened cock back into his pants, adjusting himself after sending you that picture. He can’t help it. You just make him so horny, make him want to do so many things…he feels like he wants you all the time. As a content creator, he knows he shouldn’t provide you with the pictures for free, not to mention the flirty messages all week, but he’s enjoyed getting to know a little more about you, texting throughout the evening and into the wee hours of the morning about things unrelated to his line of work. 

Taehyung likes knowing about your day, and it helps him understand how a gorgeous woman like you ended up a subscriber of his and not spending your nights with a boyfriend instead. Busy with work, no time to get out and meet men your age who have similar interests and goals, the usual bullshit women your age are dealing with. Taehyung can’t help but want to make you happier. 

You had told him that he did, that his live streams are the stress relief at the end of a long week at work, that they make you feel better if you’re feeling down, but it’s starting to not feel like enough. It’s weird to Taehyung, because it’s only been a week, but there’s just something about you…

He walks around his apartment, gathering the candles and thumbing through his phone until he finds the playlist he prepared specifically for you. He has filled it with songs you sent him all week that fit the scene you wanted, and a few he added that he knew you’d like. Despite your dream being one where you please him, he knows it will be truly symbiotic because he’ll be happiest if you experience pleasure as well.

He has a bit of a caretaker kink, and he knows that it’s probably playing into why he’s so enraptured by you. And yet, the more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t see how it can be a bad thing. If Taehyung is honest with himself, he thinks that you might be everything he’s looking for, and tonight’s session might just solidify that for him.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’ve made it home safe! I bought the stuff you told me too, so I’ll get showered and set up.

KTH: That’s my good girl. 

[end image words]

Carefully toeing off your shoes from work, you can’t ignore the way your heart beat picks up as you begin to imagine what’s to come. After putting away your things, you grab the new candles you bought in the scent KTH told you to get, and place them atop the thick headboard you purchased from IKEA. Your trusty toy is fully charged and laid on your mattress, ready for use next to a secondary one you received in the mail from the camming platform this week.

Last week, KTH informed the powers-that-be that you were the winner, and so they reached out to you directly to mail you something from KTH himself to be of use for the session today. You’re excited to try it out, because you’ve heard of this brand before and because it’s something KTH chose specifically for the two of you to explore and enjoy together. 

Your shower is quick, and you watch the time to make sure you aren’t going to be late to the session. KTH already told you how he expects you to present yourself when you two finally join the server, and you wrap the towel around your chest, tucking the edge into the top to keep it secure. You release your hair from where it’s piled on top of your head, letting it rest in its natural state.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’m just about ready, is there anything else you need for me to do?

KTH: No, baby, you’ve done so well. I’m proud of you. I’m sending you the invite for the session now, join once you’re ready. I’ll be waiting. 

 [end image words]

Smiling at his words on your phone, you adjust the small TV dinner tray that you’ve placed at the end of your bed for tonight. You take one last look around your room making sure it’s clean and light the candles at the head of your bed. Climbing onto your bed, you move your fingers on the mousepad and login once prompted. 

The invite link stares at you as you move your cursor to click it. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart before putting in your earbuds and pressing the touchpad.

The screen changes as it begins to load the camera, prompting you to allow use of your camera and microphone. You click allow, and the large box that you usually see KTH on appears, but now you can see yourself. It prompts you to connect when ready, and you can see that KTH is already in the session room.

You hate that you already did calming techniques before clicking the link, because it was a false alarm. Now is when you will really come face-to-face with KTH. As face-to-face as a screen allows. There’s nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, he’s been nothing but sweet all week and you’ve sent him pictures. If he wasn’t interested in this, he had all week to back out.

Moments after clicking you become the small screen in the corner and the large screen slowly loads until KTH appears, shirtless with his floofy hair falling across his forehead.

“Hi baby girl,” he greets you with his baritone. 

“Hi KTH,” your response is low, a little stuttered as you pronounce each letter as if his name is kay-tee-aych. 

“Hmm…I think we’re close enough that you can call me by my real name.” His following smirk causes your core to throb. “I think I’d rather hear you say that when you cum tonight.”

You nod, cheeks warm at the thought. 

“Baby girl, are you okay?” KTH chuckles at you; he loves watching the way you squirm so early in the interaction. You’re just as beautiful as the pictures you’ve sent him, and he can’t wait to see you squirm for real once you actually get started.

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”

“I know.”

He hums, a knowing look shared through the screen at the knowledge. This isn’t your first time entrusting your orgasm to him.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me your name.”

“It’s YN.”

He repeats your name, the sounds of each syllable rolling off his tongue languidly—you’ve never heard your name sound quite so sinful.

“Nice to meet you, YN. I’m Taehyung.”

It suits him, his name. 

“Taehyung.”

He likes the way you say his name a little too much, and can’t wait to hear you cry out for him.

“Now YN, go ahead and take that towel off for me, let me see you.”

You obey, slowly pulling the edge free and unwrapping yourself for him, like a present. He cues the playlist, sexy music flowing into your earbuds as you do a little dance for him as you unrobe.

“Mmmm, you’re gorgeous, baby.”

You preen at his praise, and he continues to guide you until your laptop is angled so you’re laying down with legs splayed open for him so he can see your glistening folds, but also so that you’re still able to see him. 

“Show me how you get yourself ready for me, fingers only. Just don’t put any in yet.”

Taehyung sits back and watches your pristinely manicured fingers rub circles on your clit, two fingers dipping down across your leaking entrance to gather your slick and spread it around until everywhere feels wet and your core throbs from being empty. He’s fascinated by you, by how wet you were before even starting, just because of him.

He palms at himself, his arousal having not fully eroded from when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“You look so pretty baby, did you get your nails done just for me?”

“Yeah—wanted to look good for you,” you pant out softly, voice breathy from how good it feels to toy with your clit and watch Taehyung. It’s a literal dream come true, something you didn’t know you wanted until you won this prize. 

“Good, baby, you follow directions so well. Now I want you to slowly enter that tight cunt of yours, show me how you swallow those tiny fingers so I can know how it will be once I finally get to feel you.”

Your reply to that loaded statement grows hazy as you fill yourself, whimpers escaping from the loss of contact to your clit as you slowly fuck yourself with your fingers while he watches. His eyes are focused on you, chest rising a bit faster as he takes in the way you begin to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck Taehyung, it feels good, but I know it’d feel better if it was your fingers.”

He grunts, now fully stroking his cock following the same speed he’s watching you take your fingers with. It takes only a moment for him to add some lube to the donut-shaped pussy sleeve he used last time, and the sound of each stroke has your eyes turning to the screen, watching his movements closely. It’s easy to pretend that it’s him filling you up, but part of you knows it would be fuller, feel better, if he was actually here with you.

“You said your toy has a dual function, right?” 

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, and he tells you to trade in your fingers for the toy, turning on both parts.

“It will make me cum so fast, though,” you complain, not wanting it to be over so soon.

“That’s okay, baby. I want you to cum four times tonight.”

You gasp as your fingers press the buttons and the inner vibration and suction to your clit begins, but you also gasp at his words. Four orgasms in one sitting?

“I don’t—shit, I’m not sure I can,” you pant, body convulsing slightly as the feeling builds. Taehyung begins to speed up his strokes, and your eyes never leave sight of his beautiful cock, lengthy and thick, the tip growing angrier as he neglects it for the shaft.

“If you’re a good girl, like I know you can be, you will.”

His voice is domineering, and you fall apart a few moments later, pleading for Taehyung as your climax takes over your senses. 

“Oh fuck, YN, you’re beautiful when you cum, you’re so good for me.”

Your fingers fight to turn off the toy, but his next command stops you.

“Don’t you dare, baby. Leave it, let the pain turn to pleasure and let me watch you fall apart again.”

You want to be a brat and rebel, but you also want to be good for him, because you want to be his good girl, his only girl.

“T-Taehyung…nngggghh, it’s too..too much…” you can’t help but to buck your hips as you writhe from the feeling. The suction overwhelms your swollen clit and that, alongside the vibrations, causes your body to shake from the sensation.

“C’mon kitten, you can take it. If I was there with you, you’d have no choice, and my cock is much bigger than that tiny thing.”

He was right and you knew it. 

“Baby girl, touch your breasts, lick your slick off of your fingers and tease those perky nipples for me.”

You do as he says, hands traveling up your stomach until they cup your breasts, palming them as you press them together before wetting your fingers on your warm tongue and circling your nipples. You can taste yourself, heightening your arousal. Taehyung groans, the sight of your body taking such immense pleasure while calling out for him making his night. 

“Taehyung…I’m gonna cum again, I can’t—”

“That’s okay baby, let me have it, I want this one too.”

You cry out his name and he shudders, slowing his strokes as your thighs quake in ecstasy, because how you sounded just then was almost enough to have him joining you, blowing his load two orgasms too early. 

“Please, sir,” you beg him, eyes brimming with unshed tears as you turn to look at the screen. He can see a tear fall, rolling down into the mattress as your hands grip the sheets at your waist.

“Kitten, what was your fantasy that won you today’s session?”

“I…” you can’t talk, whimpering from overstimulation as you attempt and fail to answer him.

“Remember, it was that you wanted me to show you what to do to please me, wanted to follow what I said and be my good girl, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” you agree with a hum.

“What would please me the most is to have this one too, baby, okay? I know you can do it, you’re perfect, princess. Another one, for me?”

“I’ll try, Tae…” the nickname slipping out as you’re unable to say much more, and he loves how it sounds coming from his baby girl, his bestest girl, all for him.

“Turn the settings up to two more levels baby, that’s the only way it’ll work.”

“No, I—fuck, can’t—”

“I would never steer you wrong baby, turn on your front after, bring that beautiful face toward the camera so I can see you.”

With a cry, you up the ante, putting both to level three and rising to your knees as you flip to your front. The movement helps alleviate some of the contact, and you’re grateful for it. You catch your breath while positioned on your knees, and Taehyung lets out a catcall at the angle he has of your ass. You arch a little more, removing more contact from your abused clit and swaying your hips for him, and he has to hold himself back from commanding you to tell him where you live for teasing him that way. 

The pooling slick leaking down your thighs from the position change has him licking his lips, fuck, he wants to taste you so badly, the way your lips are puffy from the vibrator, plush and glistening—you’re so sexy to him and he wants you more than you know.

Bringing your face closer to the screen, you have a better view of Taehyung as well and he adjusts himself. You can see how hard he is, the vein along his shaft appearing to throb. He’s added a cock ring to hold back his own climax, and you know that this must be hard for him too.

Laying flat on your tummy, the sensation grows and he can see it in your eyes as they roll back. 

“Taehyung!”

Your second to last orgasm of the night rips through you without warning, and Taehyung murmurs praises to guide you through it. You welcome the relief when he rewards you by letting you turn it off.

You lay there, panting, dripping, and spent. But you know Taehyung isn’t done with you yet. 

“Okay baby, last one, I think I prepped you well for this.”

And you know he did, because your second toy is bigger than the one you were using, with the added benefit that it pairs to his. When you position it for insertion, the thick shaft that resembles Taehyung’s (he’s pleased to notice) slides into you with barely any resistance thanks to your own slick and a little bit of lube. 

You move backwards on the bed to give Taehyung the full view of yourself in doggy style, your cheek flush to one of your pillows and your arm between your legs holding the dildo in place. 

Taehyung disappears for a few seconds as he removes the cock ring and leans to the side, reappearing with a white pussy sleeve that had been charging. Using the specific phone app for your sex toys, he double checks that it’s synced to yours.

You watch him pour lube onto his cock, his large hands spreading the glistening liquid over his swollen tip and shaft. 

“Okay, baby, are you ready? I’m gonna fuck into this, and you’re gonna feel it start moving to match.”

You nod, hand gripping the end of the inserted cock. 

“Ready, kitten? You’re doing so well, just one more, for me?”

“For you.”

His responding smile makes it worth it, and you can’t help but return it.

Your smile is wiped off your face as it contorts into a moan when you feel the motion of the dildo. Using your hand, you have it penetrate you deeply, the thickness stretching you out as it plunges in and pulls out with a loud suction. 

Taehyung thrusts up into his masturbator, eyes on the way you take the dildo, wishing he was the one behind you, taking you, your ass smacking his thighs as he fucks himself to the hilt, and he groans out your name, feeling so close already at the lewd sounds of the dildo fucking you. It’s so much better with this toy, because he can actually feel the way your walls grip him, the muscles clamping on the inserted toy sending his toy your contractions.

As he begins to pump the toy up and down faster, you feel the rotating head of the toy inside you speed up to match his movements. 

“Come on, kitten, show me how you would take me.”

You want to drop down flat and give up, but you’re so close—you can feel it building, and you start to rock your ass back, meeting the motions thrust for thrust as you moan for Taehyung.

“Fuck me, Tae, you feel so good, could fuck you all the time—”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you everyday, make that pussy mine?”

“It’s yours, it’s all yours!”

“Damn right, fuck, I know it’s tight and dripping, can literally feel you clench—want to cum in you, want to fill you up so good.”

“Please, please, want that so bad, want you so bad. I’m gonna cum, Taehyung, I’m so close…”

“Give me your last orgasm, baby girl, you’ve been so good. I’m so proud of you princess, you’re doing so well, just one more, cum with me baby, let go.”

You’ve never come so hard or yelled so loud from an orgasm, and later you’ll wonder how your neighbors didn’t call the police. 

You lay there, body wracking with convulsions as the last of your high makes its way through your nervous system and Taehyung coos at you. He releases his own hot fluids into his masturbator, imagining it’s you he’s filling up, before he slumps backwards on his bed. The aftershocks of your walls still grip at him, and he’s regretful to leave the sleeve that feels like you, but he knows he needs to clean himself up, so he’s careful as he removes the toy, knowing his movements impact what you feel. 

With a gentle, yet firm voice, he instructs you to drink the water bottle you prepared next to your bed, and he hates that he’s not there to help you. He wants to draw you a warm bath or at least smooth your hair and hold you as you fall asleep. 

You did so well, he’s not sure if anyone has been able to follow his wants and take it like a champ the way you did tonight. Plus, if the synced sex toys are anything to go by, he wants to feel your walls contract on him like that without any barriers.

“Is it late there?” Taehyung asks you, a little worried about your wellbeing. In all the excitement, he forgot to ask you if you had eaten beforehand. 

“Not too late…the sun has just set I think. Still early enough if I want to order food from Yoojung Sikdang.”

“Yoojung Sikdang? I love that place! Wait—do we live in the same city?” Taehyung’s heart begins to pound as he watches the way your face takes on a questioning look. You share the name of your city with him and his eyes grow wide. 

Is it luck that the two of you are in the same place, or is it fate?

“YN…would you be interested in meeting up with me, in real life? I’d love to get to know you more, without a screen in the way.”

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! i loved what you had to say on the last one, so please let me know what you think, especially if you want more...

© hisunshiine 2022. All rights reserved.

[ring-a-round-a-posey]

Cowpoke

welcome to finding charlie!

next

lowercase intended

when a girl from texas finds her self intertwined with the world of sticks and pucks.

if anyone has any questions regarding the actual ranching part shoot me a message and i'll give you an explanation!

the early dawn was shining on the body strewn across the sheets. the body peacefully sleeping was quietly awoken by the rays. 

her eyes slowly adjusting to the light 

“why must we wake up so early?” charlotte asked in the quiet of her room. she begins to make the trek across the floor to her now, slowly opening door,

“hey shug, just making sure you were up.” a soft-spoken elderly woman said to her. 

“yeah mawmaw, i’m awake, has pa made breakfast yet?” charlie responds. 

“no, your daddy did, he’s tacking the horses up with the hands.” dorothy responds

“are we sure that the food is edible?” charlie jokes

“you’re funny shug, i’m sure your daddy is perfectly capable of making the four of us breakfast” dottie laughs. the two women begin their journey down the stairs, 

“hey momma, hey babygirl. ready to get to work?” graham asks his daughter while flipping an egg. 

“not really but someone has to do it, we can’t let chloe and the rest of the hands do it alone.” she laughs as a weathered gentleman walks in from the daylight-ridden ground. 

“how is my favorite person this morning?” henry asks

“great dad, hows my favorite person?” graham responds causing the other people in the room to tumble over in laughter. 

“now baby you know that wasn’t meant for you.” his mother says with residual laughter coating her face. 

“haha of course i did momma, my babygirl has always been his favorite.” he says with a soft smile

“i don’t know about that now daddy, momma would’ve given that answer a run for its money,” charlie says with the same smile on her face,

“c’mon y’all, now lets not kick off our day with a grim start.” dorothy says before grabbing the cooler full of water and gatorade. 

“now shug go ahead and get on some work attire, you can’t ranch and ride in your pajamas.” her grandma said in a warm tone

“yes ma’am,” charlie says before walking up the same stairs she came down thirty minutes before.

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the once calm sun, now beating down on the crowd of cows and people.

“you sure know how to pick ‘em mr.jamison,” chloe says wiping the beads of sweat from off her hat-line.  

“you sure do pa, it's hotter than hell out here” charlie adds on,

“yeah mr,jamie, why’d you choose the hottest day of the summer to do this?” anthony, a ranch hand says.

“oh y’all quit your complaining, let’s get this done before the real heat starts to hit you lot.” henry nags on their complaining.

“WOULD SOMEONE COVER THE FLANK FOR ME?” charlie yells as she sees a cow and calf begin to move out of the circle. she goes to grab her rope and begin to circle it in the air,

“CHARLIE GO BACK TAKE YOUR POSITION LET THE SWING HANDLE THE LOOSE ONES” graham yells at her from behind

“i almost had ‘em” she mutters to herself as she drags her horse to get back into their position. she couldn’t help with the way she was feeling, although she knew that her anger was unnecessary, all her dad wanted was to keep her safe. especially after what her mom went through, and she never wanted her dad to go through that pain again.

the drive was long and tiring but that’s the price you have to pay when you’re generations deep into a cattle ranch. all charlotte wanted was a cold shower and to relax, but her day was far from over.

“hey shug, when you’re done untacking your horses wanna come start dinner with me?” dottie asked her granddaughter.

“of course i do, mawmaw! give be about thirty minutes to cool down stetson and i’ll be right in!” charlie said with a grin adorning her face

“actually i might need a quick shower before,” as she said that her face screwed up, “i smell pretty bad.”

“alright hopalong, see you when you don’t smell like you’ve been rolling in cow patties.” dottie says laughing as she walks back to the house.

while she and stetson were winding down from their eventful day, charlie couldn’t help but think about how much she wished her mom was there with her.

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charlie had finally made her way downstairs after her much needed shower.

“it’s about time you got down here” henry said to her

“would you rather me sit here and make your food while i’m covered in dirt and sweat?” she asks with a smirk lacing her lips.

“no i guess not” he says with a small laugh. charlie walks into the kitchen, admiring her grandmother from afar.

“you know staring is rude shug?” dottie says whilst turning around.

“can’t a girl look at her grandma with admiration without being nagged?” she says with the same bright smile that once shined on a similar face.

“whatever, come help me make these biscuits before those men get restless.” dottie says before turning around so she can start the chicken.

“how was the wagon without me mawmaw?” charlie asks

“not near as exciting, no one drives that buggy like you do.” dorothy softly laughs, “how was being back with the team?”

“not as exciting as i remember, i’m not used to being so stagnant. you know?” charlie thought out loud, “is it bad to say i miss the thrill of being in the middle of the problem?”

“no, of course not shug. you’ve been doing this since you could ride by yourself. being on the back burner is hard when you’re used to bubbling over all the time.” dorothy tells her before ushering her out of the way of what she need. charlotte took that a sign to finish up with her biscuit making.

“alright, ive got this dough shaped it just needs some time in the oven” charlie says as she put the cast iron of biscuits in the oven. dorothy nodded her head as she breaded the final pieces of chicken to fry.

“alright shug, i can finish up from here. why don’t you go set the table and find out what those hooligans want to drink, hmm?” dottie asked

“yes ma’am.” charlie replied before disappearing into the dining room. she begun laying the plates down, 5 place settings, one for henry, one for dorothy, one for graham, one for her, and one for clara. even though charlotte’s mom had passed almost 6 months ago, no one had the strength to leave her seat empty.

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dinner had commenced but not without some banter between the son and father. charlotte had taken it upon herself to clean up after everyone to catch some peace of mind before her day starts all over again.

charlie had made her way up the stairs for the final time today. although instead of turning into her room, she took the turn into the den. she thought some tv would do her a little good after the day she had.

she surfed channels for awhile before settling on some old western, when her grandpa walked in.

“hey pumpkin, watching el dorado are we?” henry asks before plopping down right next to his granddaughter. charlie nods while dropping her head on to his shoulder. he responded by wrapping his arm around hers in turn. charlie eventually fell asleep, and henry didn’t have the heart to move her, she looked so content just laying there.

charlie stayed asleep until a nightmare plagued her mind. she woke up with a shine on her forehead and decided she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. she, once again, began to channel surf before seeing a familiar face. although she couldn’t quite place the young man, she knew him from somewhere. she paused before getting lost in the way the men slid across the ground, seemingly chasing nothing.

she didn’t know it then but that one interview would change her life, but would it be for the best?

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[k-nayee]

Contact Names kim line + jhs

wc: 3.1k

Dreamer M.List

pt.2

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"𝐘𝐄𝐒! The new issue of Cosmopolitan~" You quickly rip off the plastic covering and hold the magazine to your chest, grinning so hard that your face begins to hurt.

Flipping over to the table of contents, you eagerly try to find the latest gossip in celebrity life.

"Hmm...now that's a damn shame," you shake your head in disappointment as you stare at the shirtless Calvin Klein photo of Shawn Mendes, "if only he got with Normani...would've been a good ass power-couple."

After a few more moments of staring at the picture, you finally break away and turn your attention to the next page.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the big bolded title across the brightly colored page.

💜WONDER HOW YOUR BAE TRULY FEELS ABOUT YOU? CHECK THEIR PHONE TO SEE YOUR CONTACT NAME💜

You let out a scoff of disbelief. "Now ain't that some bullshit right there! I don't need to know my contact name to see how he feels, I know my baby loves me."

"Babe! Can you come here right quick?"

A few moments pass before he finally stumbled into the living room as you stare at him with a smile. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing~" you flutter your eyelashes causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, "I was just wondering if I could see your phone real quick."

The room goes quiet as he continues to observe you for a few moments. "And why would I do that?"

Your smile brightens even more at the question. Picking up the thin book, you walk over to him and reveal the page.

"I just want to know what you have for my contact name, that's all. I'll even show you mines if it'll make you feel better....so how 'bout it?"

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NAMJOON

He studies the page for a few more minutes before shrugging. "Okay, if that's what you want then I'll do it."

"Aww! Thank you Joonie, I always knew you'd understand." Giving him a quick peck on the lips, you both pulled out your phones and bring out your contacts.

"Oh, wow," you look up from his screen with a smirk as a pink tint appears on his face, "BabyGirl💦💦? And you got the squirt emojis for special effects too?"

He tries to play off his embarrassment with an eye roll. "Okay and? You acting like it's bad I call you that."

"Nah, I just find it funny that we both had the same thing in mind."

Namjoon's eyes darken at your answer. Pulling you to his chest, he forces you to look up into his face.

"____, I swear...I better not be labeled BabyBoy on there. We both know which one of us only gets to be on top when they're given permission."

You immediately shrink from the weight of his stare. Your body would've been fallen to the floor if it weren't for his hand lightly wrapping around your neck with the other around your waist. "N-no that's not what I meant! See, look."

Lifting your phone to his line of view, he finally catches sight of the name causing his eyes to widen.

"Daddy🤰🏾? You call me that on your phone? Why would you do that! What if one of your friends sees?!" He pulls away from you and covers his fully blushing face.

You look at the soft giggly male with a glare of disbelief.

"What the fuck Namjoon!"

Peeking from behind his fingers, he sees the look on your face from his meltdown and stops. "What?"

"How you gonna get me all hot and bothered and not do something?!"

He looks at his hands. "So...you want me to-"

"Yes! Give me the dick! The good good! That MagicStick! Make me see the Lord without my wig cause that's how hard you fucked me! Why do you think I call you Daddy?"

Almost as if it was a cycle, his face becomes a tomato once more. But only this time...he bolts out of the room like a squealing school girl.

The bathroom door could be heard shut with the lock sound following afterward.

"Really Kigga? Cause I said Daddy?!"

"That's only something you should say in bed though! I-it's too intimate to say so casually!"

Sometimes you have to remember how his mood could shift from dominating to a fluff ball in a millisecond, cause if you didn't you'd probably have whiplash by now.

Hanging your head in defeat, you suddenly realize it'll be a good while before his flustered state would end.

Tears filled your eyes knowing that you probably wouldn't be getting any for a good two or three days.

"Goddammit!"

Your head snaps at the sudden shrill ring of the house phone, jolting you from an about-to-be-crying session.

Wiping away any traces of evidence from your eyes, you shuffle over to the phone with a sniffle.

"H-hello?" you quickly clear your throat, attempting to maintain a laid-back tone as you repeat the greeting. "Hello."

"Hey girl I need a favor!" the rapid reply of Jin's girlfriend is the first thing you hear, urgency clear in her tone.

BANG BANG

"Aight, what is i-" You stop at the sound of banging coming from the other line causing you to frown in concern. "Is...is everything good over there? Sounds like fighting"

She responds with a forced laugh. "Girl whaaaaa? Ain't nothing but the wind-"

BANG BANG BANG

Your brows raise at loud hits. "Uh huh. And what was that?"

"Okay okay," she finally gives in to your prodding, "I'm hiding out in the bathroom from Jin."

Immediately, the worst-case scenarios flood your mind, sending a surge of panic through you.

"Is he..." With a quick glance around for any potential eavesdroppers, you lower your voice to a whisper, "...is he beating on you??"

"Girl WHAT??" You flinch at her sudden shriek of indignation. "I BET DA FUCK NOT LET A NIGGA PUT HIS HANDS ON ME!"

"...oh."

"Yeah, I'm good. But I just need you to send me Jungkook's and Yoongi's address. Is Namjoon around?"

Your lips purse as you steal a quick glance toward the still-occupied bathroom. "...nah. But call Hoseok 'nem, he's got everybody number."

"Okay thanks boo! I'll talk to you later."

BANG BAN-

The call abruptly ends just as the sound of a door being forcefully broken into reaches your ears, causing you to pull the phone away with a confused expression.

Geez, what the hell's happening over there?

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HOSEOK

He holds his hand out allowing you to replace his phone with yours.

"My Hope🌟" You look up at the male through your eyelashes, lips formed into a soft smile, "should I be worried if ARMY found out that they're no longer your hope?"

He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle. "If they understand how much I love you, then I doubt they'd be upset."

Despite hearing it over a hundred times, your heart still skips a beat.

"Oh?"

Hoseok's eyes crinkle in happiness as he caresses your face with the uttermost gentleness of touches.

"Of course. I call you my hope because I one day hope that you will become Mrs. Jung. That's if...you want?"

Leaning up to give him a swift peck on the lips, you nuzzle into his chest with a sigh of content. "Nothing would make me happier."

The room goes quiet as the two of you continue to stay in one another's arms, too comfortable to leave.

"Hey ____?"

"Hmm."

"You never did tell me what my contact name is."

"Oh yeah," pulling away from the hug, you take out your phone and hand it to him.

A few moments pass before his face scrunches up in confusion. "Jay🍫?"

You shrug at his question.

"You never notice how whenever you come to America you change into this whole 'nother person?"

"Really? I do?"

"Uh-huh, it's almost like you turn into this whole ass fuck-boy persona. I'm pretty sure you've convinced nearly all Black ARMY's that you're Afro-Latino. Hence the name Jay."

Hoseok avoids your gaze with an embarrassed smile. "I never knew. Do...do they really label me as light-skin? I thought they only did that for Namjoon."

"Oh they do, trust and believe it. But come on, you even got all of my Aunties believing you have some type of black in you when you came to the reunion with me last year."

"...was it because of me grinding on you after I ended up drinking too much of that juice your Uncle gave me?"

"Yeah," you bite your lip at the memory with a dreamy gaze before shooting him a disapproving frown, "and stop drinking stuff you don't know! Especially from my Uncle. He'll make sure you're ass out drunk before taking everything you have."

"Is that the reason why I woke up without my watch and shoes?"

You nod with a sigh. "Yup. And you better be lucky he passed out from drinking too much, or they would've been gone."

"But...but why would he do something like that?"

"He's a crackhead Hoseok. What'd you expect?"

He looks at you with a frown. "He doesn't do that to the kids...right?"

A scoff escapes you at the innocent question. "Hell yeah he does! I learned the hard way that nobody's safe. He'll especially target the kids' stuff for money if he got to."

"Damn, that's really fucked up." Hoseok shakes his head with a sigh of disappointment.

"It be like that sometimes...now remember. If it's brown and smells too much like gasoline, pour that shit out. You gotta start fending for yourself if you wanna keep on coming over to these things with me."

"I'll take heed of your warning."

"You better, cause if you don't, you'll end up butt naked by the end of the night. Playing around with my family they'll get away with your social security."

"Maybe...maybe it's best if I just don't come at all."

Your solemn nodding of agreement is interrupted when Hoseok's phone suddenly rings.

His brows furrowed as he glanced at the caller ID, a perplexed expression taking over his features.

You couldn't help but notice the confusion etched on his face and asked bout it.

"Who is it?"

"It's...Jin's girlfriend," he replied, a hint of puzzlement in his tone, leaving you just as lost.

"You think something's wrong?"

He shrugs.

"Only one way to find out" With that, he answers the call.

You watch intently as he raises the phone to his ear with a hello?, only to suddenly jerk it back with wide eyes. "What! What is it? W-what happened?"

Hoseok snaps out of his daze at the urgency in your voice with a few blinks. "Umm...you might want to listen for yourself."

Placing the phone between you, he puts the call on speaker.

"JIN, IF YOU DON'T BACK DA HELL UP!" The distinct voice of the band member's significant other erupts from the speaker, shattering the previously serene atmosphere with a booming yell.

The sheer intensity of her voice made your heart race, stomach twisting as you exchange a quick glance with Hoseok, who looked just as alarmed and unsettled.

"OH!" Seemingly realizing she was on the line, she hastily clears her throat, adopting an unexpectedly composed and chirpy tone. "Hi there Hoseok! I hope you and the misses are doing well. Could you please provide me with the home addresses for Jungkook and Yoongi?"

Hoseok glances your way once more, clearly taken aback by the out-of-the-blue request. "No problem...but is everything alright?"

With an almost exaggerated cheerfulness, she responds, "Oh, just absolutely peach-WHAT DID I JUST FUCKIN SAY!"

There was a response, but it was too muffled to make out other than an occasional 'please' or 'baby'

Both you and Hoseok could only share a knowing look at the couple's antics.

"O-okay I'll...I'll just text you the address."

"Thank y'all-BRUH, I'M NOT PLAYIN' NO MO. MOVE 'FORE I KICK YOU!"

"B-BUT BABY PLEASE" Jin's blubbering voice could be heard wailing in the background just as the call ends. "YOU GOTTA FIX THI-!!"

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TAEHYUNG

Pulling the phone out of your hands with a giddy smile, he bounces on his feet in excitement. "Me first! Me first!"

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior before nodding.

With wide eyes taking in the words on your screen, you watch as the smile never left his face.

"Ah! You call me Cutie Pie...you think I'm cute?" He shyly looks at you with a light flush in his cheeks.

"Aww! You're blushing~"

Taehyung sends you a playful glare, a pouty frown adorning his face as you teasingly poke his cheeks. "N-not fair! I could never tease you like this whenever you're embarrassed."

"Hey," You shrug at his words as he continues to pout, "can't blame me. I'm just born with the good genes of strong melanin that's all."

"Lucky."

"Uh-huh. Now...do you wanna show your contact name for me?"

He perks up at your words, sadness was long forgotten and replaced with happiness once more.

Quickly placing the device in your hands he giddily claps his hands as he awaits your reaction.

The room goes silent until the sudden sound of your laughter is heard. A cheesy grin sits on your face as you look at the screen.

Taehyung stops and stares at you with wide eyes, smile dropping from the nerves of the sudden change of behavior. "What? Is it bad?"

"N-no," You quickly shake your head at the expression on his face and look at him with a warm gaze, "But really though? Very Pretty Chocolate💜? That's the nickname you gave me after we first met...even one of those Netflix teen movies couldn't top this."

He relaxes at your words, a bright grin appearing as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I say that because that's what your kisses taste like to me: sweet chocolate."

Heart-melting as the sincere words you lean against him with a sigh of content.

That was until his body started to shake from laughter, which caused you to look up and meet his dark lidded gaze.

"Taehyung? Is something the matter?"

"Oh it's nothing," Goosebumps begin to raise on your skin once you notice his eyes focusing on your mouth as he leans closer with each passing second, "I just realized something. That's all."

It wasn't until the moment your noses brushed against one another were you finally able to find your voice. "O-oh?"

"It's just that, I never did get a chance to taste you like I said I would. I just know you taste as delicious as your kisses...so can I?"

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SEOKJIN

He looks at your pleading face for a moment before finally caving in. "Alright, but don't be getting mad when you see it."

Handing over his phone to you, the giddy smile on your face falls off.

"What?...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SEOKJIN?!" You glare at the contact picture with the name underneath it.

He looks at the way your eye twitches in anger, hands balled up in fists as you tried to keep yourself from beating his ass.

"What?"

"What? WhAT? YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

Holding up a hand to your face he uses the other to clean his ear. "Ma'am I did warn you, so please calm that tone. We're in a range close enough for us to have a normal voiced conversation like two mature adults."

You take a deep-d e e p breath of air before giving him your fakest smile.

"Excuse me Jin? Why the hell is that picture of me covered in horse shit as I drunkenly cry my eyes out used for your contact photo?"

"You forgot to mention the part where a weave track was hanging off and that some of the horse shit ended up in your mouth."

"BI-yes...that too. Now tell me: why is that on there, along with the contact name being One Shot, now Shit[with one surviving track]💜? And please tell me the other members didn't see this."

"Oh they saw alright. How do you think I came up with the name? It was...hmm..." Jin scratches his chin with a thoughtful look before snapping with a smile, "ah yes! It was Jungkook and Yoongi if I recall."

Your heart nearly stops at his answer. "Jungkook and Yoongi? You know how much they don't like me!"

"Come on ____, it isn't that bad. Plus you know they would never do anything to hurt you. They love and adore you just as much as the others."

"They the ones who pushed me into the goddamn shit! What you see is waaaay different from when you're not around." Hyperventilating as a million scenarios race in your head, you grab his face with wide eyes.

"Jin...did you or did you not give them that picture?"

He winces at your question. "Well..."

'That's it...my life is over'

Catching sight of your falling frame, Jin quickly pulls you out of the about-to-be mid-life crisis. "H-hey! It's not like they posted it on Twitter or anything. It's all good."

You look at him with hopeful eyes. "So they didn't do anything with the picture?"

"..."

"..."

"...they may or may not have made merchandise from it to sell on Amazon," he wrings his hands at the confession, eyes downcast to the floor, "...and it may or may not have sold out within a couple of hours."

The room goes silent.

"So...you let them do this shit without saying anything? Not once thinking how much it was gonna affect me?"

He remains silent at the question.

"Okay," you nod your head at his lack of words, "how much did they sell?"

"I-it wasn't that much. And whe-"

He stops at the sight of your hand.

"I said, how much did they fucking sell. I didn't ask for no explanation."

His head lowers to the ground. "With all the things put together, I'd say about six hundred fifty thousand was sold."

'It's been a while since I last spoke with my cousins. No worries though, I can just get them up here and go out for a night joy ride with the pits. That'll be fun...'

"Hey Jin, where do Yoongi and Jungkook live again? Never mind, I can just ask Namjoon for it." You pull out your phone and begin to see who's free for the night.

"____? ____!"

Halting your journey to the bedroom to conjure up a black outfit, you look at your boyfriend with a deadpanned look. "What?"

He looks at you with a sheepish grin. "I didn't get to see my contact name."

A smile appears on your face when you remember something. Quickly pushing a few buttons on the device, you hand the phone out to him.

"Here you go baby~"

Perking up at your actions, he reaches for the phone with grabby hands.

"Ooo! So what did you call me? It's World Wide Handsome isn't it? No?" He finally gets a hold of it and stares at the screen with a wide smile, "Pssh, of course it i-"

You watch as his face goes pale with shock, eyes widened to their widest capacity.

Poking his cheek with a pout, you tilt your head. "What is it honey? Or should I say Sweet Old Man[with the loose neck meat]❤❤?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" A loud, blood curdling scream fill the apartment.

He drops the phone, revealing a photoshopped picture of his face with grey hair and wrinkles.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET MOTHAFUCKA. DON'T YOU EVER MESS WITH ____ TO THE MOTHERFUCKING [LAST NAME] OR YOUR ASS WILL GET CUT. EITHER WITH REVENGE OR A KNIFE, YOUR CHOICE BITCH!"

[ragequeen94]

FREDDY KRUEGER X AFAB!READER

CW blood play, daddy/babygirl kink/dynamic, its fucking Freddy Krueger so Dead Dove, very much a horny stream of consciousness, kinda turns your into a puppet via pussy fingering... you know that kinda stuff. Reader character is basically in a coma living in a dream world so there are no rules

No beta. We die like men. (Unnecessarily and for stupid reasons)

You were lying to eachother. Both of you in desperate need of a fantasy escape. Or in your case, an escape from fantasy. Your life: nothing but disappointment and shattering dreams, it had all come crashing down on you, leaving you trapped in your mind. There hadn't been much at first, but as the years slipped past in your fantasy world you were able to build something for yourself, you could at least pretend it was real. But it was still empty and hollow, fake, and predictable. The unsettling truth of living in your dream world for your entire life is that nothing surprised you. There is no danger, no mystery, no knew experience to navigate; its bland and predictable.

Until HE showed up. Danger himself, arguably the devil, or some iteration. The demon slithered his way into your mind, and it was hard to know who was more suprised. He had expected a blank slate, an empty room to rest and recover after his latest misadventure. But instead he had found a vibrant world, and at its center; you. It was hard to navigate a space he didn't feel in control of, he'd never experienced someone so lucid before and it unsettled him.

He had startled you, and you still everyday thanked him for it. A face you hadn't dreamt up on your own, a voice you didn't imagine, down to the very knit of his sweater he was a mystery to be unwrapped. Nothing you had imaged on your own and there he stood in all his nightmarish glory.

His name was Freddy Krueger.

Freddy found your mind, peaceful once he had found himself at home. In you he found a sanctuary for his own twisted fantasies. The two of you played a sick game of house. You appearing for him as the a devoted wife, and he the loving husband. It was a game for you both. He was just a man, and you were more than hollow.

You played games together, no desire untouched or unexplored. There were no rules here in your little fantasy world, and there was no limit with Freddy. He was a monster, he was a man, he was a murderer; for him you could be a virgin or a whore, whatever it was he desired of you. And you were quick to please, because he gave you the only think you couldn't give to yourself, the loss of control. What he got from you, it took a while to figure out, but with him there was no way to really know.

You hastily handed him the keys to your mind.

You sat in the hanging porch chair outside the house you had built in your mind not doing anything but enjoying to warm sun on your face, the weather always exactly what you wanted it to be. Your eyes were closed and feet snuggly fit between the chains holding it to the beams above, it made creeked slightly, the rythem lulling you to sleep, though you know it would never really happen.

You didn't even have to crack open an eye to know he was there. You could feel him, enter your mind. Like gasoline poured over a ember, suddenly the world around you buzzed with energy. He was wandering slowly though the neighborhood you had built up, maybe he liked it, maybe he thought it was funny. Like the time he had shown up and you had been living in a midevial castle playing princess for longer than you would have liked to admit.

You waited patiently, until you heard the footsteps of his heavy work boots on the wooden stairs of the house. You let your self smile but didn't open your eyes, he moved across the path of the sun, his shape making your eyelids darken for a moment. There was a scraping as he dragged over a rocking chair, right as you were going to open your eyes you heard him sigh as he relaxed, his hand reaching out and grasping yours. And then there was nothing in any world that would make you end this moment.

Neither of you said a word to the other as you lay in the warmth of the sun, not for at least an hour, but you knew Freddy would get restless after a while. So you stretched and yawned, you squeezed Freddy's hand, and blinked seeing him not in his normal way but how he had been as a human. Handsome but not the devil you really loved. You grinned and smiled as you yawned once more, whispering his name. He cracked open an eye and smiled.

"Nice day, hu?" he asked, as if he didn't know the weather was always perfect. You nodded in agreement anyway. "I missed you, sweetcheeks." His uncharacteristically soft hand brushed over your cheek and you leaned into his touch like a kitten.

"Freddy... " you smiled, but your brow crossed a little, getting ready to press a question

"Why are you..."

He put a finger to your lip, hushing you playfully before leaning back in his porch chair a little bit too dramatically. "Can we just... play house for a while? Everything will go back to normal I promise. Just... a little bit of pretend for a while, 'Kay, babygirl?"

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him with amusement, but willing to play along. It could be fun, you'd never played a domestic wife before. You'd wonder what had gotten into Freddy later. For now you nodded and agreed, squeezing his hand before getting up and scurrying off to the kitchen, giggling to yourself as you opened the fridge and pulling out the strawberry lemonade and pouring Freddy a big glass and rushing to bring it back to him. During your little trip you reimagined your clothes, trading out your normal shirt and pants for a 1940s style dress in black and red.

Your now heeled shoes clicked on the wooden floors as you pranced back out onto the porch offering Freddy the cold glass. He cracked open an eye and smiled, visibly amused. "And what is this about, baby?"

You smiled, red painted lips looking wet and plump, you stole a sip of the lemonade before placing it in his hands. "Its a hot day today, darling."

His eyes looked you up and down, as he gulped down the drink. "I thought I said i wanted a quiet day..."

His fingers were on your knee, they were cold and a little wet from holding the glass. A shiver went over your body, as his fingers moved up your legs and between your thighs. When his fingers traced the slit between your fat lower lips hid mouth twisted into a crooked smile. "Nothing under your dress babygirl?" His lustful eyes locked with yours as you wiggled under his touch. His middle finger tip still barely slowly caressing between the folds of your pussy. "Do you want to show daddy?"

He didn't care he was on the porch in the middle of the day, and neither did you, mostly because none of it was real, but for the fantasy it was more than enough. You shivered again, goose bumps covering you skin even though the day was warm. He brought the lemonade to his lips once more with his free hand, his other still playing with your cunt. He watched as your shaking hands reached down and grasped the edges of your dress and lifted the fabric, obviously not enough for him to see, but you were entitled to your own games. You feigned shyness, your body quivering more in anticipation. "Like... this... Freddy..."

He chuckled, his eyes drifting over your exposed legs. "All the way babygirl. Let me see your pretty pussy. You didn't wear anything underneath... you must want daddy to see."

You lifted your dress all the way up to your hips so he had a full view of you and how his finger slid so easily between your lips, just teasing your clit and inner folds. He finished his drink and placed it down on the ground, leaning back a little to watch as he added a second finger. Both of them sliding back and forth drawing out the slick wetness that betrayed your desperation.

You whined, as you stood before him, taking everything you had to stay still and wait. He would reward you, he always did, he would do anything, give anything to his twisted love, but that didn't mean the wait wasn't that much harder.

He pressed his fingers hard against your clit, letting it slip between his fingers, pinching and rolling it at the pace that he seemed most amusing. You rolled your hips just slightly, inching your hole closer to his fingers, desperate to have him inside you. But he pulled back, clicking his tongue. "Babygirl you know if you want something from daddy you have to use your words." Freddy loved his little game...

"Daddy... please..." you whimpered. Freddys tongue licked over his lips, his free hand reaching down to his brown slacks and adjusting his cock. He was visually aroused, the fabric tenting and strained, you stared hungrily; but were immediately pulled from your focus as Freddy's fingers slipped into your hole. You gasped, fisting your skirts tighter and holding them to your chest.

"Babygirl, you should have told me you were so wet down here. How is daddy going to help you if you don't tell him." Freddy's fingers pumped in and out of your cunt slowly, thick strings of slick collected on his fingers and palm; you were dripping in need. His fingers curled inside if you and tugged you forwards, pulling you towards his mouth but the cunt. He shifted forward, dropping to his knees, now his head was low enough to place gentle kisses to your cunt. His long slippery tongue slipped between your lips and flicked over your clit a few times before he sealed his lips over it, suckling on it harshly. your legs buckled, still gripping your dress you had to support yourself on his shoulders for a moment before straightening yourself out.

When you were able to lift your skirts again you found the soft blond curls had disappeared, instead scared fleshed remained. He had returned to his own self, the version of him you loved, your demon. His filthy tongue was still on you, working over you clit, while his fingers stretched you open. There was an added sensation however, the soft flesh of his right hand, that had previously been gripping the back of your knee was now once again covered in leather and metal. The sharp blades of his clawed glove clicked like the ringing of tiny bells as they ran up and down the back of your thigh. They nicked your flesh and left light scratches in their wake, but you knew they could do so much more. He promised you often, that when you so desired it, you would meet your end on his blades and be his forever. But not yet... not when he offered you so much pleasure.

You were getting close to your end, a first of many you hoped, you cried out as his tongue danced. Unfortunately it was too much of a warning for Freddy and he pulled away. His scared mouth wet from you, his devilish tongue running over his lips. His fingers slipped from you, and he wiped them on his pants, looking over you. "You weren't going to tell me you were going to cum, hu? Sneaky bitch."

"I knew you'd stop... " you pouted. "Freddy..." you lowered your dress so you were able to see him better.

Instead of acknowledging you he lifted the dirty glass from the ground. "Go clean this up. I'll think about letting you cum." You huffed, but reminding yourself of the game of house you took the dirty glass to the kitchen. You considered faking it, and just willing it to be clean, or just out of existence, but that would be cheating. You had just grabbed the dish rag to dry the glass when suddenly you felt a hand grasp your hair. You where yanked back from the sink and thrown to the kitchen island behind you, your stomach colliding this the marble top and making you double over.

Suprised you looked behind you, to see Freddy closing in on you. His left hand grabbing fist fulls of your hair and pressing you down onto the countertop. Your cheekbone hurt as it pressed into the cold stone and your ribs ached at the angle. His clawed hand was pushing up your skirts and bunching them around your waist. He used his heavy boot to kick open your legs, your body jolting, trying to keep its balance, but you still found yourself grasping at the counter top to stop from falling.

Freddy swapped his hands, his blades caging in the back of your head, leather covered palm resting at the base of your skull. Your peripheral vision filled with the shining metal edges of his claws, his thumb and pinky pressed dangerously on either side of your neck. You hadn't thought to much about the strength and size of his hands before, not until now when you felt dwarfed under his grasp.

"Your a good little bitch aren't you. working so hard to keep daddy's house nice and clean." His left hand slid up your thighs, his two middle fingers finding their way back into your dripping hole, thumb playing with your ass. "Such an obedient little whore I have."

You tried to look back at him but there was no way you could move under his grip. Your hands slipping and clawing at the counter as he tortured you. His hand left your cunt, you you heard him unzipping his pants, the only warning you had was him lining up his cock before forcing himself in to the base, despite your play he was thick and your insides struggled to accommodate all of him in once go. The air was forced from your lungs and you cried out in anguish, eyes rolling back into you head as you succumbed to him.

Freddys free hand gripped your side tightly, blunt nails digging into your flesh, before slapping your ass. "Fuck... Daddy's so proud of you babygirl... taking all my cock all at once." Freddy was gasping in between cackles above you, he hadn't moved yet, warming his cock in side if you. He wasn't letting you adjust, he wanted your body to relax around him so he could tear you apart all over again and again. "Fucking cunt was made for me... you were born to take daddy's cock... such a good little wife..."

You were sobbing, trying to push back against him, heated body crying out for him to give you what you needed.

"Needy bitch." He smacked your ass a few more times before slowly pulling back his cock. The friction was painful, he has been still for too long inside of you, his skin pulling and dragging on your insides. He hissed as he looked down, watching his cock drag and slide in and out of you. "Fuck bitch, your pussy looks so good getting fucked by my cock. So fucking wet..."

You moaned, arms finding something to do as they the reached back and spread your ass apart for him, holding yourself open and spread for him to see all of you; and Freddy seemed pleased. He groaned, pressing more of his weight onto his gloved hand, still gripping the back of your head. His right hand dipped between you both and started playing with your asshole, at first dancing over the puckered skin before wiggling a finger inside, you were a writhing sobbing mess under him but there was no end in sight. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed, babbling nonsense and crying out his name.

"So fucking tight..." it almost sounded like a complaint, until you realized be was talking about your ass, with the way he was fucking your cunt there was no way you had any control over yourself, every muscle in your body reacting to the way he violated every one of your holes. Freddy leaned back and spat on your ass, collecting his saliva and using it as a poor excuse for lube, two of his fingers now fingering your ass, moving in time with his cock. He looked down on his ruined play thing, mouth twisting into a grimace. He pulled his gloved hand away from your head, the metal hinges snagging and tearing your hair. He gripped one of your shoulders, forcing you to twist in the middle, lifting one leg up to the counter top he fucked you sideways. "Show me your tits babygirl. Daddy wants to see how you like to play with them..."

You did as you were told. Despite the painful angle and seemingly impossible feat of staying upright you were able to drag both your arms up to your chest and drop the front of your dress below your chest, exposing the last piece of yourself to him. Obediently you went to pinch and pull at your nipples, trying to keep your eyes from fluttering closed so you could watch his lustful face. He looked as blissed as you, your demon so enraptured by how your body drank him in.

His clawed hand reached out and grabbed at your chest, claws scratching over your breast gliding over pebbled nipples. "This is what you love isn't it babygirl... this is what makes me God..." in response you fluttered open your eyes, enough to see his gloved hand heald just over your face, so you leaning into it, pressing your skin into the blades as much as you dared, tongue oh so gently sliding up the razor edge, blood pooling and dripping off the end of your tongue. You moaned at the taste of copper.

You were pretty sure Freddy's brain broke at the sight, his brow twitching and moving in a way you had never seen, almost a mix of love, lust, and fear. He used the fingers that were buried fingering your ass to pull your body up the counter top, your bent leg dropping to the floor harshly, your toes dancing on the tile. Your arms shot down to catch your weight, but you needn't worry. The glove was wrapped around your throat the blades cutting into the sides of your face and neck, but you didn't care. Anything Freddy wanted to do with your body is what you wanted.

His thrusts got harder, three fingers fucking your ass as hard as they could at this angle. He treated you like a toy he didnt care if he broke. The clawed glove tightened around your throat, you scrambled, gasping for air and loosing your grip on the counter. He jolted your body up again, dragging you around by your throat and hole, you toes left the floor, all of your body anchored on the hard edge of the counter, your thighs turning purple and bloody. He heald you against his chest by the neck, blades threatening to slice deep into your flesh. Your head turned towards his face, mouth hanging open and limp, blood mixxed with saliva dribled down over your chin. His own filthy mouth opening wide as he gasped for air, dirty toungue wiggling before it slid over yours. He tasted your blood, suckling it from your sliced tounge like milk. Red smeared between you both and dripped onto the countertop, but Freddy didn't care, his good little wife loved the pain as well as the pleasure, that's why she was so perfect for him, he thought.

Blood ran down down your chest, dripping from clean slices in your face and neck, he squeezed tighter, your vision was going, black spots popping along the edges, you mouthed and gasped but no air was reaching your lungs, blood unable to get to your brain. Darker and darker your vision faded, until there only the thump of your heart in your ears the the feeling of Freddy tearing apart your gut. Your entire existence shrunken down to nothing but a wet hole for him to breed or break.

And then the glove was gone, air came rushing back into your lungs, lightning sparking behind your eyelids and you screamed out, body falling hard onto the stone. You came, muscles contracting so hard you nearly forced his cock out if you, but he kept in place, holding you as he rocked your spasmming body against his own. Both his hands caging your in, as he followed you, he burried his cock deep, ramming through your tight cervix,emptying himself into your womb.

He repeated over and over.... "good girl... good girl... good girl..." as he stilled. You both stayed frozen in place for a while, gasping for air, bloody wounds starting to clot. He shifted, and His softening cock slipped out of you, dragging out a gush of cum that ran down your legs in thick ropes; and then Freddy did something a little out of character and leaned down to your cheek, pressing his lips over the lacerations and kissing gently, he whispered. "You did such a good job for me. Gimme' me a minute baby, and I'll get you cleaned up okay?"

You nodded, as he helped your body crumple onto the floor slowly before he tucked himself back into his pants. You looked up at him expectedly, waiting for him to catch his breath. Your eyes locked for a moment, and Freddy's throat tightened as he looked into your wide wet eyes, looking up at him.

"Fuck..." He muttered.

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

what are the core ingredients of a Tumblr Sexyman

Now you see THIS is an interesting question because in it lies a cultural shift in hotness that we can observe in real time.

You see, in an earlier era one could easily describe a tumblr sexyman as a character with the following traits:

-White/White Presenting in the fandoms eyes should the character be humanized in fanon only as was the case for characters like Bill Cipher

-Tall and Thin: tumblr girlies love looking different while not being different and therefore the average tumblrite would reject the “hunk” archetype for the slimmer figure, though having no regard for chubby or fat body types.

-Morally Dubious Characterization. Now this could range anywhere from a “fall from grace” in which a true good character finds themselves becoming the villain, to just straight up being a genocidal maniac but they were nice that one time to another conventionally attractive character (likely a protagonist). The point is to have a villain without the baggage of them being true evil.

-Tragic Backstories. From lost friends to corrupting outside forces to abusive daddies to abusive daddies to abusive daddies (there’s a lot of abusive daddies), you want your characters morally questionable choices to be blamable on anybody but themselves.

-Expensive Aesthetic. Suits, waistcoats, vests, even white button-up undershirts all portray someone as having money (regardless of their wealth status), while showing off that slim figure.

-“Charming”. Now what a tumblr girlie would call charming was often as dubious as the characters moral standings and it tended to come in two flavors: Coy and smarmy, which has a man who feels on top of the world, always has a quick retort, and can often be seen making half-lidded eyes at the protagonist with a sly grin on their face. They have not a care because they’ve already won. Conversely, they could be “Awkward”. Dorky and soft, tripping over sentences and their own feet, but they’re just sooooo cute about it. These tend to be the types to have meltdowns where they could be seen breaking things in a room and shouting while tears roll down their face because they’re “so emotionally available”.

AND THEN SUDDENLY SANS

Sans became something of a base-breaker as Sans broke many of these conventions. He dresses down, his body type-while being literal bones-is still fat presenting, his only “moral pitfall” doesn’t actually exist as he only attacks if you prove yourself to be actively genocidal, and he’s a short king. By all means, Papyrus SHOULD’VE been the TSM, if not Mettaton (who was near made for the role). And yet, Sans. Why?

Well, a shift was coming. Body positivity was on the rise and genuinely likeable characters were in shorter supply than ever before because too many pieces of fandom media were pandering to the TSM tastes, and if there’s one thing a counter culture fella loves it’s jumping to the next counter cultural movement when counter culture becomes the culture.

This means that Sans actually heralds in a new era, as different sizes, demeanors, and aesthetics started to break the base (see also: Alex Brightman’s Beetlejuice). However, there are some principles that still remain

-Coy charms and awkward charms alike are still pervasive in the TSM arsenal and a tragic backstory still has hooks in the audience, even if nowadays it may not necessarily apply to a morally dubious sort. Also they’re still like, all white. Because fandoms at large have a racism problem.

As one might note the TSM isn’t often an applied term these days, and that’s because as the TSM scope broadened new terms were being used to describe subsets before the umbrella term was dropped all together. Girlypop, babygirl, himbo, blorbo, glup shitto, etc. are all in their own way just a branch off the gnarled root of the TSM.

[szagaloree]

Pov…

M’baku mini shot

Anya wakes up slowly but gasps when she realizes she doesn’t hear her baby cry, she looks at the bed and the bed was empty both M’baku and the baby was missing, she stood up as quickly put on her furs till she stops when she hears water splashing from the bathroom, she raises brow a walks over peaking and M’baku was bathing our daughter, I sighed in relief “good morning dear,” he says he looks back and snorts with laughter seeing me half dressed in my furs and clothing. I grumble “you gave me a heart attack,” She said, he dried her gently “well my love she is just fine with her daddy,” he pecks her lips taking her into their room real quick dressing her and putting her in her crib, before Anya could walk out he already came back in taking her clothes off stripping her naked “your turn” he says she giggles then squeals when he picks her up “hun I’m not a child,” she says, it’s apparent she is when he sets her in the tub.

He chuckles and lathering her body in skin healing soap with a beautiful coconut hazel scent, she sighs resting her head on her arms, she forgot how good this felt, feeling special and pampered, she love show her husband would take care of her even before and especially during he waisted no time running to her aid when she calls, he was extremely protective and nervous with his first child. She looks up at him with a smile, she pulls herself up to peck his lips a few times. “I love you so much my love,” he says “I love you way more,” she nuzzles her nose up against his. After sometimes anya is breastfeeding their babygirl, she has a couple of struggles with latching but overtime she’s starting to latch alot faster. Once she got done she headed to the throne room while burping her, he was talking to a few people over some new construction in jabariland, M’baku kindly spreader his legs a little more allowing me to sit on his lap.

Even though She has her own throne next to his he loves when she sits on his lap, usually never lets me sit anywhere else. He never had shame in worshiping her nor showing possession in the public eye, he in fact loves it it boosts his ego up even more when he sees some of the tribes men flaunting over her. While he would talk she would play with his ear and his beard, she will put her inputs in but one of the tribesmen got smart and caused m’baku to bark up a grunt making him shut up. Knowing he just interrupted her, M’baku’s wife and Queen you’re asking for a death wish that he won’t hesitate to give you. After the meeting m’baku was holding his babygirl in his arm holding her little finger, “glory to hanuman, she’s so beautiful, yess yess you are,” he smiled at her, Anya smiles at them. “You are so beautiful, just like your mother, if she wasn’t so stubborn,” she gasps offended, he chuckles when she slaps his arm “eh! She’s even laughing,” he bursts out in laughter seeing his baby smile a little, “ughh whatever,” she rolls her eyes.

“My love you are beautiful, you are a beautiful strong Queen,” he pecks my lips, “don’t feel like it,” she said, “ah see, there’s the stubbornness stop it now, you are everything, beautiful and sexy, rawr,” he teases She laughs as he pulled me up against his chest “you gave me a beautiful daughter who looks just like her mother, beautiful, sun kissed skin I love so much, a sexy body,” he smirks. Anya kisses him softly.

I’ll make something better I really couldn’t think of a good mini shot or story for this but here’s a little fluff😭