#banging head against wall. this is taking so much time

[theokusgallery]

UUURGHH <- artist who forgot how much effort went into arting

[rileys-battlecats]

i really gotta get better about listening to my own brain and needs when i'm making things. i've been working on a video and i'm almost finished (yippee!!), but drawing this One Specific Frame was giving me trouble. i could have just brute-forced my way through it and finalized the initial sketch, since it was relatively good enough. but instead i left it and took a day off from working on the project, let myself recharge, and came back to the sketch with fresh eyes today. and what do you know, my redrawn sketch today is WAY better! now, i can finalize that frame and be genuinely proud of it, instead of just powering through on something i was less than happy with.

i hadn't done any other art stuff that day when i couldn't get my sketches to look right, so letting myself stop and have a break from the project felt sort of "unearned" i guess. but it's just. what i needed! and the break did what i needed it to do; i was able to come back later and make something i could be proud of.

anyway i guess this is me saying that, if you're like me and have this weird morality-complex about letting yourself rest, it's ok to take breaks, even if you feel like you haven't "earned" one yet :)

[serkonans]

it's funny bc I'm literally at a point where I may genuinely get the raise I've been a year overdue for and I'm making huge strides in terms of like. recognition at work. but I feel genuinely serious about potentially finding someplace else for the first time

[tinyevilgremlin]

wait. wait wait WAIT

Link Click theory : Lu Guang is actually the one who died in the original timeline

[toucansafari]

Can i go one week without wanting to kms

[toji-bunny-girl]

toji fushiguro finding out he’s fucking with a nymphomaniac is definitely not on this year’s bingo list of his.

he merely thought you were just some pretty chick he’d bang for some time before moving on to the next, allowing you to have a taste of a good cock in the meantime— taking pride in the fact that his stamina and bedroom skill is one of the best.

and god did you barge into his life just to snatch that title of sex god away for yourself. you fuck him like he’s nothing but a toy, until he’s nothing but a jolting mess of raw fuck, and as if he’s one of his crying girl.

“You’re still tight,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your walls wrapped around his size, unforgivingly firm. Your cunt was attempting to milk him from the entrance of his cock, and his grip tightened around your ass, the pain stimulating your senses further; rending your walls to tense even more. “Fuck!” the timbre of his voice wavered, he was embarrassingly weak in you.

It’s been the sixth round and as much as Toji would hate to admit it, he was getting drunk off of your little unremitting cunt. The fluttering hot walls around his almost raw girth rubbing and enveloping his senses in tight, sore pleasure and they make his knees weak.

His cock was itching for release with just a few pumps of your dripping cunny, and he had to bite down his need into your lip as you’re eating him up—both by his twitching shaft and blush glazed face. It doesn’t help when you’re practically bouncing on his cock as if it’s your first round, like a rabbit in fucking heat.

“This—haa, pussy too good,” your body jolted when he rolled a thumb over your puffy clit. Which was a huge fucking mistake as your walls fluttered tighter around him, garnering a whiny groan from his sore throat.

“Need m-more, Toji,” you whined into his ear, nails sinking into his flesh as your hips bounced in ceaseless pace. “Fuck me hard—haa. Please, Toji!”

How was he to refuse when you’re all flushed above him, your body gleaming in the dark, and touch so scorchingly hot—both inside and out. “You’re driving me—mmph, crazy, woman,” he grunted as he jerked his hips upwards into your squelching cunt, fat, sensitive cockhead kissing your cervix.

You both cried in sore pleasure with each deep sink of his cock into your hot core. Tears were crowding behind his eyes, and his thighs shook from his throbbing cock. You’re riding him harder and harder, little cunny tightening by the second—Toji was going to cry anytime then. Just from your insatiable libido and cunt.

“Baby—ah! I’m cumming, baby. Fuck—haa,” he moaned, deep and long as his body jerked, pleasure flowed with his blood and through his entire body. You still rode him through his high, even when his cock felt raw to his core and weeping in sensitivity. You were relentlessly chasing after your own orgasm, disregarding the groaning mess under you. “Y’gotta s-stop, baby—” Toji managed to choke through, his fingers tensing into your welted skin as his muscles tensed.

“N-No…not yet!” your tone was desperate, your cunt unrelentingly clenching onto his throbbing cock. Your walls gave a tense squeeze before he felt them flutter around him, your juice gushing all over your thighs and dampening the bedsheets as you threw your head back into a wavering cry. “F-Fuck!”

“You’re insane, woman,” Toji chuckled with a prickling tear at the edge of his eye, your cores sore and twitching in sensitivity as you laid on his chest. He merely drowned in overstimulation then, his mind still blank and mouth thirsty for hydration from the constant orgasms.

You were purring like a contented kitten against his throat, nipping at his salty skin, fingers curling around his softening shaft. “One more?”

“Good God—”

[eupheme]

— come on and show me

[part ii | part iii | masterlist]

logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson

rated e - 5.5k

tags: Logan POV, MMF threesome, jealous!logan, reader is wade's girl, mutual pining/crushes all around, voyeurism, dirty talk, open relationship, oral sex, fingering, Logan doms both of them, 69ing, fucklicking, ball worship, come eating, PiV

a/n: I want them to kiss and I also want them to kiss reader to here this is! 💕

Right now, all he can hear is Wade running his goddamn mouth. Drowning out the sounds you make - so fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

There’s one thing that Logan knows for sure - and it’s that Wade’s not doing it right. Not like he would.

(or - Logan tries to shut Wade up, and it doesn’t quite go as expected)

Logan can hear Wade from here.

Running that goddamn mouth already, and the sun’s only barely up.

Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.

So fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

Knows he could make you even louder, too. It’s almost like he’s at the mansion again, looking at another toy he can’t touch.

What a waste.

The sounds crescendo, the chanting of a name layered with that endless babble that makes his teeth grind, before the sound breaks.

Trying not to look interested when the door opens a few minutes later. Snatching up the newspaper that’s been sitting on the cluttered tabletop for a month now, flicking it open.

Ignoring how Wade strolls out, adjusting the waistband on a pair of grey sweats that are hanging way too low on his hips for comfort.

Rummaging around for a bottle of water, the glow of the fridge illuminating the curve of his ass. The cut of the pants look familiar, Logan's eyes narrowing as he wonders if those are his missing pair-

The edge of the paper flicking up again into place again, just as Wade stretches - bending further, before the bottle is snatched from the back.

Logan huffs.

“Hey roomie,” Wade hums, flicking the cap at him. It sails through the air, disappearing into his forgotten cup of coffee with a little 'plunk', “Don’t let me interrupt that killer Ed Tom Bell impression you’ve got going on, just hydrating for round two.”

“Ooh,” A cock of his hip, as he turns - head tilting as he thinks, “Does that make me Josh Brolin? God, I love him.”

“That’s all?” Logan’s eyebrows lift as he sneers - ignoring another reference he doesn’t understand, “Been going at it for a while.”

As soon as he says it, he regrets it. Opening himself up for an attack. He can already hear the sing-song response at the admittance that he’s been listening.

Screwing the Pavlovian pooch, with the way that he's more than aware that his dick’s half-hard. The result of taking care of himself one too many times - an attempt at getting himself back to sleep, pretending that he isn’t jerking himself off to the beat of the frame that bangs against the walls.

Luckily, Wade zeros in on the exact wrong part. Sputtering, as water drips down his chin, “That’s all? What do you mean, that’s all?”

“You heard me,” The paper crinkles in his fist, “In fact, I’m surprised you even got round one off. Much less that she’s sticking around for another.”

“You wound me, and yet, flatter.” Wade’s hand flattens over his heart, “I never knew you thought about me like that.”

“I haven’t been thinking about you, you ass,” Logan snarls, teeth bared, “I just know that if you’re talking, then you’re not doing it right.”

Wade grins at that, teeth scraping over his lower lip as they stretch wide.

Eyes flicking over his form, assessing in a way that has Logan bristling - voice going syrupy-smooth, “Is that right? You think you can do better, mutton chops?”

The breath he inhales is ragged. That feeling back again - an urge to curl his hand around Wade’s throat, and squeeze.

“Yeah,” Logan growls out, “Yeah, I fucking do.”

The table shakes as Wade plops himself down on the edge, a leg crossing over the other. Interest gleaming in his eyes as his head tilts towards the bedroom door.

“Alright. Bring on the magic tricks, Angier.” His hands splay wide, wiggling, “Gonna show me how to make your fingers disappear?”

Logan glares, his eyes flicking down to where the fleece pulls across his hips.

“Right.” He spits, “Like you’ve got another in you?”

“Hey now, pookums. Marvel Jesus, remember?” Wade’s hand makes a sweeping gesture in front of his crotch, “Just give me three minutes and I’ll have risen.”

“That’s disgusting.” Logan barks, “And get off the table.”

If anything, it makes Wade sit harder. His legs pivoting until he can spread his thighs on either side of the paper, ankles dangling off the edge.

“Disgusting?” His tone pitches up, “Says the man that’s rocking a stiffy. Gonna jerk it at the breakfast table when I leave? You know Blind Al eats there.”

The paper twitches reflexivity in his hands, and Wade’s smile pulls wider as Logan shoots him a death glare, lips curling over teeth.

“Why the fuck would I do something like that?”

Wade hums, “Call it an educated wish.”

“Call it an educated get-the-fuck-out-of-here.” Logan scoffs. His eyes flicking towards the bedroom, the door still shut, “You’re talking like she wants this.”

Wade’s finger presses at the edge of the newspaper he’s hiding behind, and Logan bats his hand away.

He’s still not gotten used to all the skin, he doesn’t know where to look. The slightest shift back in his chair, but he’s already pressed up against the wall.

“Oh please, as if we don’t take turns roleplaying as you,” Wade sighs longingly, “This would be a wet dream come true.”

His eyes narrow then, as his tongue runs across his lip. Voice dropping again, coaxing.

“Look,” Wade says it like he’s leveling with him - talking man-to-man,“If you wanted to fuck her, peanut, all you had to do was ask.”

And for a moment, Logan truly considers it. Not just the fantasy that’s been playing through his head for weeks.

Weirder shit has happened, he supposed.

He’s already been claw-deep into Wade’s guts. A brawl in that shitty van that lasted until morning. Bound tip-to-tip in the void for god knows how long.

Getting walked in on in the bathroom at least twice in the last month. A gleeful “mind if I cut in?”, before Logan’s fist is sending him into the vanity.

The last time it took a full week to get the sink fixed.

Not to mention that Wade apparently seems so certain that his clothes were now their clothes.

So fucking keen on sharing.

So it wasn’t a stretch to think he might want to share you, too.

There’s something caught between his teeth, heavy on his tongue. About to loosen, when the door is opening.

Swallowing them down as you step through, thighs bare under a too-big t-shirt. Arms wrapping around Wade’s shoulders as your lips press against his cheek.

“Thought you were coming back, Red.” You coo. Drawn out by the sound of bickering as you had basked in your afterglow.

“Morning, Logan.” A smile sent his way after, turning sheepish, “You’re up early. Hope we didn’t wake you.”

He grunts in reply. Pretending there wasn’t a little jolt in his stomach at the sound of his name. That he hadn’t been thinking about spreading you across this table, lifting the hem of your shirt up-

If he’d been in your bed, no one would have had to wonder.

The whole damn floor would’ve been woken up.

“He thinks I fuck bad, so I’m gonna prove he’s wrong,” Wade adds in, cheerfully, “That okay with you, gorgeous?”

Logan glares over the top of his paper. A rough clearing in his throat as your eyebrows lift, glancing his way.

He hadn’t really meant to bring you into this, or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself.

That eye contact dropping, as you lean into Wade, your chin propped on his shoulder, “Is that right? How are you going to do that?”

Logan’s answer comes out flat, as he examines an ad in the bottom corner of the page,“I’m not doing anything.”

Wade sighs, his head knocking back against your shoulder.

“Come on, Wolvie. I would love for you to prove me wrong,” He needles, digging deep, “Put your money where my cock should be.”

Logan still doesn’t look up, “Not interested, I’m busy.”

The sigh that pulls from his lungs is long, a near-whine.

“What, with reading?” He exclaims, “Jesus you really are old. The retirement home called, they’re missing a resident.”

Logan’s eyes snap up now, narrowing, “Fuck. Off.”

With a sigh, Wade fucks off. Legs curling, until he’s rolling off the table. Your hand fitting in his, a water bottle tucked under your arm as you head back towards the room.

“The offer still stands!” He calls.

A beat, before you turn.

“Logan?” You call, as he’s helpless - his eyes pulling away. Drawn to you.

A little wink sent his way. Your finger gesturing towards his chest, as you smile.

“Your paper’s upside down.”

Logan’s still not quite sure how he got here. His feet moving on his own, fingers catching the bedroom door just as it starts to close.

Almost backing out when he sees the look of Wade’s face, pleased as fucking punch.

Standing by the edge of the bed now, as you kneel on it in front of him. Fingers slipping across his chest - curious, with the way your eyes flicker over his face. Eager, though you hide it well.

“So what exactly did you tell Wade to get him so worked up?” Your fingers twine around his neck, as his find your hips.

He hums at that - flicking towards his roommate before they find yours again.

“All I said was that if I can hear his mouth running from out there,” Logan’s fingers dent into soft skin, tugging you closer, “He can’t be doing a good job.”

There’s a shift off to the side. Wade sinking down into the beanbag chair he pulled up,“Can you believe that? As if I don’t have a good grade in my oral and my dickabilties.”

“A gold star, babe.” You shoot him a tender smile, before they focus on Logan again. Shoulder lifting, as your grin grows, “I mean, Merc with a Mouth, right? Seems like part of the package.”

He huffs, eyes dropping to your lips.

“You think it’s good,” Logan’s tone is almost pitying, “But it’s only because you haven’t had better.”

That pulls a gasp from your throat, eyebrows lifting.

“Yeah, I think you’re trying to emasculate me, but honestly…” Wade’s hand splays wide over his crotch, “Sploosh.”

“Sploosh.” You echo softly, and he can feel you shift closer. Can smell the fresh curl of arousal that heats your skin, as his hands ghost higher. A small smile, as your head tilts, “So you just all talk then, or…”

“No.” Logan scoffs, “No, I’m not.”

He closes the gap, more certain now. Mouth pressing against yours, as you squeak - tense in his arms, until you go liquid.

Soft tits pressed to his chest as his tongue sweeps against your lips. Swallowing a pretty moan as they part for him, his own groan rumbling in his chest as his hands wander.

Slipping down, ghosting against skin. Feeling the goosebumps that rise, as he draws circles against your hip. His name whimpered, and it shoots straight to his cock.

Not even a heartbeat, before the chatter begins.

“Bet your pussy’s wet already, isn’t it baby?” He coos, “A kiss like that, it’s even got me a little worked up. And I’m just producing this show.”

Logan’s eyes crack open as he glares, “You’re not producing shit, asshole.”

“Ooh, I bet you SO wish you worded that in a different way-”

You huff against his mouth, your touch guiding him back. The thought lingers, curiosity burning. Letting his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, knuckles brushing your thigh.

Tracing around to the curve of your ass, his wide palm splaying out, then squeezing against bare flesh.

“Is he right?” He rasps, his lips brushing against yours. Half-hating that he’s letting Wade get in his head, but the thought-

You gasp again, and his teeth flash with his smirk, “Are you wet for me already, sweetheart?”

“She’s been since she first saw you. Goddamn Niagara Falls,” Wade’s voice has softened - teasing now, “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

An amused shake of your head, as something silent passes between them. Logan doesn’t pretend to know how your relationship works - other than the fact that Wade was willing to do anything to save this world for you.

And that there’s something inside him that tightens - a flicker in his belly - whenever he looks at you. Whenever Wade flirts with him. That sharp annoyance from their meeting slowly bleeding out with each day goes by.

Something else taking root, the more time he spends with both of you. He’s not good with his emotions. Doesn’t want to name that ache when he saw you together.

A silent wish, with his shifting daydreams. With the jerk of his fist in the morning. Imaging you in his bed, at first. And then, more - two sets of hands. Two mouths at his cock, and then he’s suddenly coming harder than he has before.

He’s become greedy, the more you both give him.

“Show me.” It’s a command, soft and low.

Logan can feel your thighs press together, that little squirm. Tucking this new discovery away as you lean back, eyes dark with desire.

The briefest hesitance, before your fingers loosen from him. Slipping down, under the hem of your shirt. The nails on your other hand bite into his shoulder as you sigh - two fingers gliding through the wet folds of your pussy.

Pulling them back for him to see. Glistening, your arousal stringing between them. His hand is already curling around your wrist. No resistance as he tugs - guiding your fingers past his lips as they part.

Sucking the sweet taste of you as he groans, deep in his chest. Eyes fixed on yours so he can see the way yours widen, feeling how your fingers flex against the swipe of his tongue.

“Logan.” You sigh his name, and it only makes his moan - eyes shutting as you press down against his tongue. The need slipping into your voice, pleading.

“I wanna feel your mouth. Show me, too,” You sigh, as you slip from him, “Show me what you meant.”

Christ, he’s been aching for this. Eager to drown himself in your pussy, if you’d let him.

There’s a sharp clap that forces his eyes open. Wade’s enthusiasm as he drags the bag closer, chin cradled in his hands.

“Yeah, Logan. You gonna show us your dickabilites, or what?”

He shoots him a withering look. Softening before he turns to you, his chin tipping up.

“Lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.”

You listen so sweetly, and it makes his cock throb. A quick dart of your eyes over to your boyfriend, who only nods.

“Take that off, baby,” Wade coos, “Show him how pretty you are.”

He’s not sure when he started letting Wade make orders, but for once he’s not wanting to argue about his suggestions.

Because fuck, you are pretty. No arguing with that.

Letting his eyes sweep over every inch that is revealed, as you lift the hem of your shirt. The curve of your hips, your soft tits that he can’t wait to get his mouth on.

Baring yourself, as you lean back against the pillows. His eyes are fixed on your cunt, already fitting himself between your thighs. Fingers reaching - ready to part you open. Taste you himself, bury his tongue inside you.

Your hand reaches out, pushing against his shoulder.

“Wait, you too.” You pout, “Let’s play fair, okay?”

He huffs, lips quirking. Hands catching the hem as he tugs his own shirt off, Wade diving for it as he tossed it towards the floor.

Twin gasps rise, and if he was a much younger man, he may have blushed.

“Fuck.” Wade groans, a hand dropping down his crotch and squeezing.

You’re already leaning forward, a hand flattening against his skin. A soft "wow" slipping from your lips - feeling the way his muscles jump as you slide over his pecs, the thick hair covering them.

A hand hooking around his shoulder - a smirk hidden as you tug him down on top of you.

Soft, beneath him. Those needy whines he loves so much caught between your teeth as he noses at your neck. Teeth nipping at skin, an urge to leave a mark for later.

That cry finally loosened as he moves down. Teeth and tongue biting and soothing at the tight peaks of your nipples. Broad hands cupping and squeezing, liking the way they fit in his palms. The way you moan, arching into his touch.

“Give me more of that,” He murmurs against your skin, "I want to hear you."

Your body tensing beneath his when he settles between your thighs. They have to spread, to fit his shoulders. Opening you up, putting you on display.

Watching how you clench - a throaty chuckle as his thumb presses just shy of your folds. Tugging you open, seeing how your skin glistens with slick already.

“Pretty fucking sight, you know that?” His eyes flip up to yours.

You’re propped up on your elbows. Teeth sinking into your lip, breath held as your eyebrows slant in anticipation. Lips parting with his words, a minute shift of your hips.

“You should see it when it’s stuffed full. Boston cream's got nothing on her."

There’s an embarrassed groan of his name. Logan ignores him - letting his thumb rub against the tight nub of your clit, instead. Your word turning into a sharp, inhaled breath.

Teasing, each circle achingly slow. Aware of the two sets of eyes on him, burning his skin. A low ache in his belly, his glaze fixing on yours, watching as you inhale as his mouth lowers.

A soft lick, tongue lapping against your slit. Tasting you more thoroughly, dragging against soaked skin, as his fingers tease at your entrance.

Focusing on your clit, tight flicks with his tongue. Letting his lips suck on the tight bud, as he sinks down to one knuckle, then another. A second finger slipping in once you get used to him, making room for himself as he scissors you open.

He can hear the soft, wet sound of your cunt, with each plunge of his fingers. Flexing and curling them until he can feel you clamp down.

The quiet sounds you make - soft breaths and gasps - turning louder. Panting now, as you whine. Hips lifting to meet the curl of his tongue, until he pulls back.

“Should be hearing this,” Logan grits out. A quick glance towards Wade as his fingers pound into you, “Not you talking out of your ass.”

There’s silence for a long moment, the words coming out distracted.

“You talk about my ass an awful lot for a man who pretends he's not interested,” Wade manages, slowly, “You change your mind about that, too?”

His breath shallow, as Logan growls in annoyance. Attention returning back to you. Fingers working faster, head dropping again to tongue at your clit.

A leg hooks over his shoulder - a heel digging into his back, tugging him closer. Logan loses himself - growling into your pussy. His own hips pressing down into the bed, as he tugs at his belt and button, relieving the too-tight ache of denim.

Feeling how you leak against his palm, tighten around his fingers. Chase that winding pleasure as you arch into his mouth. A hand drifting off the bed, reaching. Grasping.

“Logan.” You’re begging again, pleading. For more, for anything. For him not to stop, and he leans into the way you tug at his hair, guiding him to the right spot.

You come with your fingers entwined with Wade’s. With your thighs clamped against Logan's ears as he rips a cry from you - long and loud - threatening to suffocate him.

Would be the way he’d choose to die, if he could.

The sounds come flooding back, as your thighs loosen. Boneless and languid, your smile wide as your fingers trace his scruff, the sharp curve of his jaw.

Perhaps he was wrong, to think he could silence Wade entirely. Your orgasm has only made him more vocal - complaints about how “fucking hard he is” mixing with rambling praise.

“Wilson.” He finds himself growling. Beckoning with two fingers, as Wade practically springs from the bag.

“Oh my GOD,” Wade is gushing, clambering onto the bed with him, “This is way better than joining the Avengers. Even if they do have Thor.”

“Huge praise.” You smile drunkenly, pushing yourself up to press your mouth against his.

And under his direct instructions, Logan finds that Wade almost listens.

“Get on your back,” He points, as you scooch to make room.

"Ooh, dirty." Wade grins, splaying out on his back, hands tucked under his head.

“No,” Logan makes a frustrated sound - ignoring another comment. A twirl of his finger, “The other way.”

His head is cradled near your hips now, legs stretched out toward the pillows.

Logan’s next words are a growl, “Now, clean her up.”

Wade groans, as he catches up.

“Fuck.” He whines, “Yeah. Come here, baby.”

Hands guiding you into place, your knees framing his head, as you face towards the headboard. Wade’s mouth already tipping up to meet you, a soft moan as his tongue swipes against your slit.

“I don’t want to hear you until she comes.” Logan rasps, and he can see the way Wade’s hips lift.

Just now catching the darkened fabric, where it tents.

Another thing to catalog.

Content for now to let his hands drift as he stands behind you at the edge of the bed, his chest pressing to your back. Sucking a mark in the hollow under your ear, feeling the buzz of your whine against his lips.

Hands cupping your breasts again, feeling their weight. Pinching at the tight peaks, before his thumb is smoothing over them.

Your eyes are blown wide, fingers curling against your thighs. Panting as the overstimulation tips towards pleasure, the feel of the sweet mouth below you soft and familiar.

Shifting as you sit, rocking back to where Logan’s cock presses against your lower back. His hands tugging at the zipper, shoving his jeans down as he works himself free. Kicking them off, after.

You gasp when you see him from over your shoulder, and he can’t help the way he twitches in his hand at the sound. Can’t pretend he isn’t leaking from tasting you, his cock heavy as he lets go to let it hang between his thighs.

“Fuck, that��s not fair.” It’s muffled, and you hum in agreement as Wade lifts you to get a better look, “God didn’t make you perfect enough as-is? Just had to make you proportional, you goddamn stallion.”

A derisive sound as his arm wiggles out from under you, fingers reaching.

“And Jesus H. Christ, look at the girth-”

Logan bats his hand away.

It should annoy him. That Wade isn’t listening. That he’s commenting on his cock - but it doesn’t.

Can’t help but think that in here, in this room, the chatter isn’t so bad. Would never admit that he’s wrong, just that when he’s admiring and not on a dumb-as-fuck tangent, it’s almost - flattering.

Maybe that’s too far. Tolerable, perhaps.

“You want my mouth?” You offer sweetly, breaking into his thoughts. Hungrily.

There’s a flash of white teeth as Logan smiles. A hand pressing gently against your back, until you’re stretched out over Wade.

“No. I’m still gonna fuck you, baby.” He rasps, “Just wanted a little peace and quiet while doing it.”

You moan, thighs inching wider. Head turned so you can watch the way he moves behind you. Adjusting your hips until your ass is in the air, his fingers gripping the base of his cock as he lines himself up.

“Keep going, Wilson.” He grits out, when the man goes still beneath them.

A rough chuckle rattles.

“Not a fucking chance, human tripod. I am SO watching this.”

Fuck it. He lets him.

Letting the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Wade’s arms curling around your thighs, holding you in place as you string tight above him.

“God, it’s even bigger from this angle. Feels like I’m in a goddamn eclipse right now.”

“Why do you sound surprised, babe?” Your voice is strained. Face buried against Wade’s stomach, fingers curled in the sheets, “I thought you guys fucked in the void.”

That fleeting curl of warmth leaves him.

“We what?” Logan growls, leaning back to glare at the peek of dark brown eyes, the top of a bald head he wants to slap.

Teeth bared, as he snarls, “We didn’t fuck. I beat the shit out of him in a goddamn van.”

“All night long.” Wade laughs - and then sighs fondly, “And isn’t that just the same thing?”

Fingers encircle his cock from below before he can retort, squeezing. A tug as he guides him into the tight clench of your pussy, and Logan thinks he really should just shove his claws into Wade’s dick.

But that desire bleeds away, as you stretch around him. The twin groans from beneath him, the sounds blending together.

“Oh,” You moan, clenching around him. Back arching, as he slips in another inch, “Makes sense. Was… was just wondering why it took you so long to join us.”

Logan goes still for a moment, with this new information. A realization that he could have had this the whole time, if he had asked.

That Wade hadn’t been joking before.

He groans, hips snapping forward. A grunt below as your knees squeeze against Wade’s throat, but from the way you squirm, Logan can tell that his mouth is at work again.

Teasing at your clit, as his own hips slowly start to move. Feet planting on the bedroom floor as his hands fit against your waist.

Using the leverage to drive himself deep. Hips flush as his balls slap against your skin, growing sticky with your release.

“This is hot, this is so fucking hot,” Wade groans, babbling as he sucks in a breath, “I’m so going to jerk my dick raw thinking about this later.”

And with the reminder, he supposes he can throw his roommate a bone.

“Come on, baby,” Logan rasps - reaching. A little nudge against your chin, angling your head, “Looks like he needs a little help.”

It’s benevolent. It’s selfish - his fingers biting into skin as you realize what he means. Watching as you tug at the waistband of Wade’s sweatpants, pushing them down.

The man moans, from between your thighs. Sweet nothings mumbled as your hand wraps around his cock, angling it into your waiting mouth.

Watching how the leaking tip presses into your cheek. The buck of his hips as you fist moves, while you suck - your spit slicking up his cock.

It looks like the rest of him. Mottled skin, the tip flushed a deeper shade of red. Long and thick in your hand - Logan’s cock throbbing at the way you swallow him down, how your lips part to make him fit.

His pace picking up. Pounding into your tight, wet cunt as Wade groans against your clit. Tongue lapping and licking, winding you higher as Logan drives you towards a second.

Slowly drifting, as the flicks of his tongue grow longer. The tip pressing against your folds, as you groan around his cock.

Further down. Tasting the tang of your release - the salt of skin where you’re split open, stretched wide.

And then further. Logan jerks, as something wet drags along his shaft.

“Wade.” It comes out as a rough growl. Pitching into a huffing whine when it happens again, flattening against the heavy weight of his balls.

Choking him, as his rhythm stutters. Hips flexing into you as he grinds himself flush, teeth gritting.

“Fuck.” It’s hushed, pulled from his lungs.

Having to find himself again - hold back the urge to come right that second - as you squirm beneath him. Wade’s tongue traveling from your clit to the tight seam of his sack, his hips rocking in your mouth.

Finding a rhythm together, Logan’s head tilting back. The room filled with lewd sounds of their joining, of wet mouths and the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall.

Lucky that Al was out for the morning, or else they’d never hear the end of it.

Your cries pitch up, as his cock drags against the spot his fingers found. Something clenching deep in his guts, eyes dragging down to how you look wrapped around him. The pink peek of tongue beneath, how the combination makes his toes curl.

Imagining another morning. Sharing you in another way, his cock buried in your ass while your lover fills your cunt. Whimpering between them, unable to form words.

The sound you make now are not that different - the cadence of your panting is one he’s coming to recognize.

“You close, sweetheart?” He rasps, arcing over you, “Can feel your pussy clenching around me. So fucking tight, can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

It pulls a moan from you, head lifting from Wade’s cock. Resting against his stomach, as your hand wraps around him. The jerk of your fist messy, off rhythm.

“Yeah, you are.” Logan hums, as his hips rut into you, “Come on, Wilson. Make our girl come.”

There’s a rough groan. Wade listens for once, head tilting to suck at your clit. Logan concentrating on the angle that makes you cry out, a hand fisting in the sheets.

Their names a mumbled mess on your lips, as you’re yanked higher and higher. Your moans pitching up, growing louder.

Just like his dreams. Even better, really.

“Please,” You whine, “I’m, I’m-”

A high-pitched gasp, then, as your face buries against Wade’s hips. As your pussy clamps down around his cock, fluttering with the steady saw of his hips.

“Good fucking girl.” The praise is soft, as his thumbs rub circles against your skin, “That’s it, let him taste how sweet you are.”

Working together, the tight licks against your clit going lazy again. Dipping to your entrance to taste your release against his shaft, Wade’s cock leaking and bobbing against his stomach.

Drawing out your pleasure, until the stars fade from your half-lidded eyes. Until the rushing in your veins ebb, and the pulse around his cock fades.

A low sigh, before Logan’s reaching - his chin tucking against your shoulder. His hand curling around yours, guiding it back to Wade's cock.

“Don’t forget about him.” Another command, but gentle this time. His hand moving with yours, palm mapping your knuckles as he sets a rhythm, “There you go.”

He could let go. You’ve found yourself again, eyes hazy. But he keeps his hand there. Keeps a pace that is so much firmer than your own, his own hips matching the rhythm as he chases his own end.

Wade’s groan replaces yours. A hand leaving your thigh to wrap around his, biting down hard into muscle. It only drives him deeper into you. Logan’s own moan bitten back as the tongue against his dick slips against his sack again.

Then against the thin layer of skin just behind, teasing.

“Fuck.” It’s a rough growl.

His hand works faster, teeth gritting. Feral sounds caught in his throat, as the pressure in his belly grows.

The last thing he sees before he comes is the drips of white against his knuckles. The warmth, a ragged groan against the inside of his thigh. Your mouth closing around to catch the rest, taking Wade’s cock into your throat with a soft sigh.

It robs him of his breath. A shuddering moan, as he grinds himself deep. Spilling into you again and again with each pulse of his cock, blood rushing in his ears.

Legs threatening to give as he empties himself, as his chest presses flush against your back. His face buried in your hair, as your tongue traces his knuckles. Cleaning them, as he did for you.

When he can, Logan eases from you with a grunt. Watching how you gape, then clench, now empty.

A bead of his release welling up, dripping against your skin. You go to move, but Wade’s hands curl around your calves - pulling you flush.

It’s hard to look away, as he licks away Logan’s come. A sharp ache of desire with the sound of a needy groan, as his tongue dipping inside.

Maybe Wade doesn’t have such a bad mouth, after all.

Logan’s arm is numb, but he can’t bring himself to move. Can’t remember a time when he’d let his brain turn off like this. A brief moment of silence, and it’s bliss. His world standing still.

“So that’s how you do it.” You muse quietly, dizzily. Head cradled against his chest - fingers dragging through the hair, gently scratching.

A stirring on his other side, where Wade is using his bicep like a pillow.

“Mm, I don’t think I got it,” Wade counters, but it’s soft - hazy at the edges. “Think I missed a couple steps. Was that round two or three?

"Three," You say - as Logan grunts, "Two."

The fingers on his chest drift down, dipping over his stomach.

“Well, either way...” You hum, snuggling a little closer, “Maybe you oughta show us, one more time.”

Wade flips over then, chin propped in his hand, “At least. Maybe even twice. We’re bad learners, peanut. Dumb as fucking rocks, really.”

“Mhmm,” You sigh, “Really dumb. Can't even count.”

And he can’t stop the twitch of his lips, even with his eyes closed. Had forgotten what it was like to be warm like this.

To be wanted.

And maybe, he even feels… content.

Something he never thought he’d be, again.

thank you so much for reading! it means so much and I am so happy to be dipping my toes into these pairings💖

[s0dium]

Creep

Warnings: Creepy/stalker behavior, breeding kink, pussydrunk behavior, cumflation, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, orgasms

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You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.

At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.

It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.

In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.

So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.

His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.

"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.

"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.

"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.

His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.

"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please." 

As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.

"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"

SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO

[jackass-jones]

Love the way I’m just constantly flip flopping between "i am the greatest writer in the world my ideas are so big brained I understand how people work" and "oh my god I’m so stupid this is garbage I’m just saying shit that could fall apart within seconds what the hell even is this"

[lovscb97]

— stray kids links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc

wc: 2.73k

add. notes: hai …. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT’S COMING but it’s just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u can’t see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3

maknae line ver.

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⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

link one.

chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.

"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.

link two.

you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

link one.

you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

link two.

it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

link one.

changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

link one.

one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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[sttoru]

#𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: “show me you’re shameless, write it on my neck, why don’t ya?”

cw. married!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, angst to comfort. cheating/infidelity. unprotected. crēampie. bréeding themes. soft angsty-ish sèx. petnames ‘baby, sweetheart, wifey’ not proofread !

satoru has never loved the woman he married. he’s never felt an ounce of attraction or affection towards her. it’s hard to be around someone who he’s supposed to love and cherish, when all he can think about is you.

it’s you he was supposed to end up with if it wasn’t for his damned clan. setting up an arranged marriage behind his back and only telling him last minute of their plans— a bunch of assholes they are.

satoru could’ve declined, disagreed, ran away. he had all the power to, but he had fully convinced himself that his actual soulmate - you - would never return his love, which is why he settled.

. . . he was proven wrong after it was already too late.

“i love you s’much,” satoru grits his teeth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his sweat trickling down his forehead. his hips move in a gentle rhythm, as tender as his arms are holding you. he never treated you roughly.

satoru wouldn’t do that to the love of his life. the one who he’s supposed to call his wife, his beloved. he’ll find a way to achieve his dreams. he’ll do anything to end up with you and escape this messed up arrangement.

but for now, he’ll love you like this. every day, behind the other woman’s back, for as long as he can.

“i love you too, ‘toru,” you sigh, tilting your head to give the white-haired man access to your neck. his tongue wets your sensitive skin before sucking on it. he’s claiming you as his— like he usually does whenever he manages to get ahold of you.

“say that again,” satoru whimpers against your throat whilst leaving soft kisses all over. the sounds of your bodies meeting bounces off the walls, the lewd noise of flesh hitting flesh is a melody that you both enjoy behind closed doors.

“please,” satoru pleads. you’re surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. he holds onto you - ruts into you - like he’s never experienced this before. his cock twitches and throbs within you, desperate to reach that aching release.

you swallow the lump in your throat. you feel bad doing this right on the bed that satoru shares with his wife, but you also couldn’t care less. “i love you, satoru, i really do,” you moan near his ear.

the sorcerer shivers at your pretty voice uttering those three words to him. his big hands hold onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin, leaving small dents. his breath hitches, “oh, fuck. y’do, huh?”

satoru curses as he lifts his head from your neck. the view of you beneath him while you take his dick all the way inside your sopping cunt is addicting. it’s also way too slippery because of the mixture of cum on your lower body and the sheets.

“ah,” you look down at the place your bodies meet the second you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. you reach a hand down and guide his tip back to your folds without much thought.

it’s a sight that makes satoru nearly bust a nut right then and there. “missin’ me already?” he tilts his head, that boyish smile on his lips reappearing again. his soaked, white bangs cover his ethereal eyes a little, yet you can still notice the playfulness in them.

“yeah, i do,” you sigh, whining a little as his cock slowly fills you up all the way again, “i always miss you, ‘toru.” you never fail to feel so full whenever you’re intimate with him— he’s big and knows just how to use that to his advantage.

satoru pouts at your words. he knows what you’re indirectly referring to amidst all the physical pleasure. he tries to make as much time for you as he can, without raising suspicion. though sometimes he fails to see you for days. balancing his work schedule, along with his many other duties and his private life was a hassle.

it’s frustrating when satoru is leading a double life, for both you and him. there’s nothing more in this world that he wants than to have you beside him forever. as his wife, not his secret lover.

one day, soon— he promises silently to himself and to you with a kiss.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes out, his thrusts resuming. two of his rough fingers roll your nipple between them, his tongue following to circle the sensitive bud while he drives his dick in and out of you repeatedly. “but i’m all yours tonight, yeah? only yours.”

you nod mindlessly. you trust satoru, he’ll figure this all out. for now, you’ll enjoy every single second you’re able to spend with him.

“mhm,” you hum before your eyes focus on his neck. you know he’s told you not to leave any marks on him, but tonight, you’re feeling shameless. your hand on the back of his head pushes him down until your lips touch his neck.

satoru’s eyes widen at your unexpected action. he can’t deny you anything, even if this is a risky thing to do. he moans when you suck and bite on his skin. you’re leaving hickeys he will have to hide from his wife.

“naughty fuckin’ girl,” he tries to groan, though it comes out as a choked up whimper instead. he bites his lip and his eyes nearly roll back when your legs wrap around his waist, all whilst you’re leaving those dark marks on his neck.

you softly giggle at your own bold move. satoru however, seems to enjoy this more than he thought he would. he allows you access to his neck while he focuses on his set pace.

“y’ just want me to get caught, hm?” the white-haired man clicks his tongue, his balls slapping against your ass, your juices sticking to his skin which makes the sounds of his thrusts even louder. lewder. satoru huffs, “want that woman to know jus’ how well i fuck you, sweetheart?”

you feel your body heat up, the knot in your lower tummy tightening. his increased dirty talk only could mean one thing; he’s close. and so are you. the pleasure of having satoru inches deep in your cunt after not seeing him for two whole days, is driving you insane.

“yes, fuck— yes,” you hiccup, feeling absolutely no shame at this moment. you don’t care how loud you’re getting, if satoru’s neighbours were to hear him have sex with a woman that’s not his wife.

the man himself doesn’t even seem to mind it either. not when he’s this close. he pants before pressing soft kisses against your forehead. the lingering feeling of your lips against his neck remind him of the hickeys you’ve left.

satoru moans against your hot skin. his dick twitches, his balls tighten and his arms wrap around you to cradle you against his bare chest. he’s going to fill you with his hot cum like you deserve. you deserve every single drop and he wouldn’t give it to anyone else but you.

“shit, g’nna cum,” satoru warns after a small whine leaves his throat, “take it, baby. don’t waste a drop, wanna breed you full.” his thrusts turn a bit erratic, body pinning yours to the mattress so you have nowhere to run. all you can do is lay there and take it— take his cum while you reach your own climax.

white dots appear in his vision as satoru releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside of you. his hips are pressed tightly against yours— leaving no chance for his seed to trickle out of you.

the satisfaction that fills satoru’s chest is like no other. a small grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans his body weight on top of you slightly, catching his breath. your trembling frame rests beneath him while you’re trying to regain composure as well.

“there y’ go, atta girl,” satoru coos and kisses your forehead. he treats you so well, even after sex. he treats you like you’re his true wife. which you should be.

he rubs your sides with his hands to calm you down. his own breath is still shake as he looks down at you with a grin. a wicked idea pops up in his head once he sees the thick trail of cum that’s left on your slit after he pulls out.

“y’know how i told ya that i’ll make y’ my wife one day?” satoru hums, eyes focused on both your face and cum-covered pussy. he has told you before that he will find a way to officially make you his.

and he finally just realised the perfect way to do it.

“mhm,” you nod with a dazed look in your eyes. you wrap your arms around satoru’s shoulders and hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as his breath ghosts over your ear.

his hand travels down to your tummy, fingers splayed over the soft flesh; “good, ‘cause y’re gonna need to play the part for me already. gonna fill you up ‘til you’re nice and swollen with my kids, wifey.”

[buckyalpine]

Give me Beefy Bucky who is shy yet obsessed with how soft and little you are compared to him. Compared to his thick, wide shoulders. His meaty, firm thighs. His huge, heavy balls. His perfectly fat, split you in half cock.

“C‘mon bunny, put ‘em both in your mouth” he whines with puppy eyes, spreading his legs more while you nearly choke trying to fit his balls in your mouth. The delicious scent of his musk makes you moan with your mouth full, his heavy sac already throbbing. “Want you to suck them both at the same time”

“S’too big” you pout, cupping and rolling him in your palm, giving your aching jaw a break. He blushes at your words, his curved throbbing cock jumping against his belly.

“You have such a cute little mouth” he whispers with a soft smile, the pink on his cheeks deepening when you shove his thighs apart again, dipping your head to take them in your mouth, “oh fuck just like that, use that tongue, suck them nice and hard, don’t care if it hurts, suck them harder bunny”

He’s a feral little (beefy) fuck, holding your head in place while rutting himself against your face. The shallow breaths you take in between with your mouth full make his tip weep and he can’t help but reach down to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread his arousal around. When he finally can’t take it, he grabs and flips you onto your back, splitting your legs open and humping himself between your folds.

“Fuck you’re so tight bunny” he shudders above you as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half, making you hold your knees apart. He pumps his cock a few times while staring at your slick hole dripping and fluttering for him.

“Look at your little pussy” his voice is between a whine and a whisper, pressing just the head of his cock into you making you moan, his tip alone stretching you. He doesn’t even fucking move, pulling it back out and pushing just the head in, his lil caught between his teeth watching his perfect pink tip disappear in and out. “How are you gonna take all of me bunny,you’re already stretched open”

He’s not even taunting you. He’s blushing so much because he can feel the way you quiver around him already and he isn’t even inside properly. “Can feel you sucking me in baby, you want more? That’s just the tip bunny, so sensitive for you, m’already making a mess”

“More Bucky, fuck me, please” you plead with him, pulling your knees back further, tightening around him even more.

“Oh God” he plunges himself into you without warning, drawing his hips back and slamming them back in making your body bounce with each thrust. You sob in pleasure, broken moans leaving your lips as he knocks the wind out of you with the powerful snap of his hips.

He looks feral, eyes fixated on where his cock disappears in and out with each thrust, your sweet mixed cream squirting out of you each time he shoves himself back in.

“Look at the mess we’re making together baby. So. Fucking. Pretty. You’re so pretty when you’re all stretched open bunny, pussy was made for my cock, you take big dick so well, you’re such a good girl, my good girl made for fat cock”

You nearly wail as he speeds up, panting and grunting, your belly bulging each time. He’s sitting back on his heels so he can watch exactly how much your pussy opens up for him, that needy button between your legs equally desperate for attention.

“Why’s are you so tight around my dick baby, can’t even last when I fuck you” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and collect himself but it’s pointless. His cock starts to swell, drops of cum already starting to spurt out. He’s trying so hard to hold back but his body can’t stop moving, chasing the way your pussy chokes his length.

“M’mph-gonna cum-“ he chokes out, his movements growing sloppy and erratic, the bed banging the wall. “Gonna pump you full of cum baby, gonna make you wet the bed with how much cum drips of you”

“Cum in me Bucky” your nails dig in his shoulders, gasping when he sits back and spits onto your clit before rubbing it in circles.

“Such a cute little button making you scream so loud, you sound so beautiful like this” he gives it a pinch and you shatter around him, desperate squeals making him moan louder.

“Gonna milk my cock dry, gonna give you a thick load baby, there’s so much cum in my balls, in my dick, I can’t hold it, it’s so swollen, S-o sensitive- FUCKKK” he lets out a broken sob as he starts to throb ropes and ropes of his warm spend in you, the sheets soaking what your pussy can’t hold.

“Got the sheets all wet bunny, can feel it on my thighs-

Anyway. As always I’m sorry for this.

[seungisms]

( skz headcannons ) sub/dom dynamics .ᐟ

🖇️📂 how skz act as subs/doms

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, phone sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, degradation, dry humping, spanking, cum eating, mentions of period sex, sub/dom dynamics, note: got a bit carried away cus i've missed my boys so much, it feels good to be writing for them again :( kiwi!hyunjin was imagined for this cus his shaved head is the sole reason i'm keeping it together rn, sub!jisung 🗣️

방찬. BANG CHAN 

king of service tops

he’s such a doting dom and will happily ignore his own needs as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you

will spend hours with his head tucked between your thighs, ignoring the swell of his dick just to make a fucked out mess out of you

pants into your pussy when you whine and claw at the sheets beneath him, large hands keeping your trembling thighs spread open so his tongue can fuck deeper into your cunt

your pretty whimpers making his needy cock leak with precum onto the mattress

groans into your pussy as your hands tangle themselves in his hair, blunt nails leaving dents in the plush skin of your thighs

soso caring and attentive with you

fully aware of the size difference between you and will have to restrain himself from just flipping you over and using your pussy like a fleshlight

but he doesn’t wanna hurt you :(

fucks so gentle

will gently nudge his cock between your dripping folds, looking down at you with the most lovesick look on his stupid face and you’ll just have to look away to focus on the slight stretch of your hole around his thick member before you start begging this man to fuck a baby into you

leaves hot open-mouthed kisses against your neck and chest and traces your hip fondly with his thumb, shushing your small gasps as he stuffs you full

only ever gets rough with you when he’s had a stressful week and hasn’t slept

won’t even bother to greet you as he walks through the door, finding you snuggled up in bed with nothing but one of his tops on and a pair of stupid frilly panties that he wants nothing more than to rip off you

shoves your face into the pillows and props your ass up in the air, rubbing his clothed cock against your pussy

complete 180 from his usual self, will take what he wants and tells you to stfu and be grateful for what he gives you 😔

gets pussy drunk so easily and starts babbling nonsense while splitting you in two

“don’t wanna hear any of your bitching today sweetheart, take it like a good girl.”

“you’re so pretty taking my cock so good.”

fucks into your pussy until he’s made a complete mess of it, creamy and full of cum

even as a sub he’s still dom leaning <3

loves when you take care of him after a particularly hard day

playing with his soft cock as he leans back and watches you through sleepy eyes, soft praises and groans leaving his lips

nearly cums right away when you take him deep into your mouth, nose pressed against his pelvis before pulling off - thumb pressing into the sensitive slit of his cock head and peppering soft kisses on the underside

nearly melts when you run a bath for him to relax his sore muscles, coaxes you to join him and before you know it you’re stuffed to the brim on his lap, claiming it’ll help get rid of his stress and how could you deny this fool :( 

loves that he doesn’t have to do any of the work when you take care of him like this, walls clenching around his fat dick, tits pressed tightly against his chest and tired groans against your neck as your hands card through his wet hair

nuts so quick when he subs

starts apologising all cutely when he does, leaving a tired kiss against your lips and promising he’ll fuck you like he means it next time

this man fucks like an animal after a good nights rest istg

definitely more dom leaning but also loves when you take over now and again and fuck him until he’s empty headed - thinking about nothing but filling up your warm cunt until it’s a sticky used mess

리노. LEE MINHO

this man is a hard dom through and through and nothing can change my mind

extremely patronising when he’s dicking you down 

will have his fingers stuffed deep in your pussy, thumb pressing down on your puffy nub as he watches you squirm and whimper against him

gets such a sick glint in his eyes when he hears you cry about how you can’t take anymore, tutting under his breath in mock disappoint - claiming he knows you can give him better than that

will degrade and overstimulate you to the point of tears, just so he can keep hearing those pretty whimpers of yours

“look at the mess you’ve made, haven’t even had a taste of cock yet and you’re acting like such a slut already.”

is so vile and mean with his teasing

spits onto your clit while fucking his fingers into you, curling them and stretching you open - gets such a kick out of the dumb look that takes over your cute face, jaw going slack and hips bucking up to meet the thrusts of his long digits

“god you’re so tight, how are you gonna be able to take my dick when you can barely handle this.”

will edge you towards orgasm again and again before ripping it away from you at the very last second, a smug grin on his face the whole time

loves when you start begging for him

and will literally laugh in your face and call you a ‘pathetic, cock drunk mess’

just absolutely loves overstimulating your cunt with his tongue, fingers, dick - literally anything!! as long as he reduces you to a trembling, babbling state in the end

slaps your clit when you misbehave, giving you a stern look and tutting lowly when you whimper in response 

likes fucking your mouth when he’s in a shitty mood

comes home and slams the door close in frustration, dick swelling against his jeans at the sight of you sitting all sweetly on the sofa waiting for him and before you know it he has his fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back and telling you to get on your knees like a good girl

feeds his cock down your throat and uses the grip on your hair to control your pace, making you take him deep until you’re choking around him

fucking loves the desperate look you get when you’re on your knees for him

and will only fuck your mouth harder when he catches sight of your fingers slipping into your panties, playing with your nub as you suck on his tip

makes you watch as he gets himself off as punishment, ordering you to keep your hands splayed out on your thighs as he fists his cock - catching sight of your fingers twitching in need, just begging to dip back into your hot core

loves keeping you on a leash like the good puppy you are, the need practically seeping out of you and when he finally allows you to sink down on his veiny cock you start whining like a bitch in heat

it’s gonna be hard to fuck the dom out of this one

he’ll constantly fight the idea of being your sub, basically laughing in your face at the thought of you taking control

certainly wasn’t laughing when he wakes up the next day with his hands cuffed to your headboard, eyes narrowing when he spots you sitting all cutely at the end of the bed on your knees

he nearly loses it

"[name], i swear to god if you don’t let me out right now i’m gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep minho.”

istg bro nearly crashes out

especially when you start teasing him about his swollen cock, red and angry and twitching all desperate to feel your pussy wrapped around it

“i don’t know minho, you definitely seem to be liking this.”

and he swears as soon as he’s out of those cuffs your poor little pussy is gonna be wrecked

lowkey loves the sight of you using him though, lifting your pretty little body up before sinking back down achingly slow - warm walls closing in around him and all the fight he seemed to have earlier is nowhere to be found

gets so empty headed the more you torture him - threats turning into suppressed whines, his sneers going slack jawed with pleasure

gets so embarrassed when he cums as soon as he’s in you too

but you best believe as soon as he’s free he’s flipping you over and pounding into you until all your holes are stuffed full of cum and dripping

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

his dom and sub tendencies constantly overlap like bro pick a struggle 

insanely big switch

like this man will be calling you the most vile shit one minute then cooing softly down at you the next, calling you his pretty girl as if his thick cock wasn’t drilling into you

however he’s extremely dominant when he wants to be

make this man the slightest bit jealous and you’re getting the roughest, nastiest dicking down of your life

make an offhand comment about how much you like watching jisung on stage and he’s dragging you to the nearest dressing room, bending you over some random surface and fucking into you with next to no prep

“you like watching jisung huh? when i’m done with you, you won’t be able to look at anyone but me you slut.”

will fuck you with his tongue and fingers until you can’t take it anymore, kiss swollen lips whining for him to relent yet your hips continuing to grind against his face - and as soon as you finally coat his face slick with your juices and slump against him he’s still pulling your hips towards his mouth, claiming you can take just one more

you love how big and strong your man is and he’ll definitely use that to his advantage 

presses you up against the wall and wraps your legs around his waist, buff arms holding you by the thighs while fucking his veiny cock past your folds

“god you’re so pretty, gonna let me wreck this little pussy, huh baby?” LIKE YES SIR

loves the way you gush around him when he talks to you like that, holding your wrists above your head in a tight grip - watching you struggle agains his hold is so funny to him, he can be so mean :(

loves the sight of you eating his cum idc

and when he cums he cums hard

he’ll literally be wrapped around your finger the moment you lick him clean off his mess, watching the way your pink tongue laps up his softening cock

sometimes after he’s filled your cunt to the brim with his load he’ll slip his soft dick out of your pussy, dipping his fingers past your bud - getting a kick out of the tired gasp that leaves you when he does - thighs itching to close shut before he’s bringing his hand up to your mouth, no words needing to be said before your wrapping your lips around the digits, sucking greedily on your mixed juices

bro nearly cums again just from the sight alone

s w e a r s he’ll treat you so good if you give him just one more orgasm

and how can you deny him when he asks all puppy eyed 🥺

can be extremely needy when he hasn’t seen you in awhile

and will literally do anything you ask 

especially likes when you grab his ass when he fucks you, trying to press him as close as possible to feel every dip and vein of his thick cock as he moans and groans about how good you feel around him

can also get a little teary eyes when you edge him, but he loves it really!!

something about reducing this hunk of a man to nothing but a whimpering, desperate mess makes him so much more fuckable

doesn’t even know what he’s saying half the time

constantly praises you

“fuck your pussy feels so good, could die like this and i’ll be happy.”

“you’re so pretty anent you baby? my pretty girl gonna give me one more orgasm? please, for me?”

bro thanks you when he cums

lowkey you have him wrapped around your finger and he’s not one bit ashamed

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

the biggest switch™️

soso degrading with you

but he’s just so pretty while doing it you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad

loves when you dress up in cute little frilly panties just for him to completely ruin them the second he gets his hands on you

and best believe this man loves getting nasty with it - covers you in spit, cum, scratches, everything..

man leaves his mark fr

and don’t ever try to tell him to cut it out cause he’ll just get 10x freakier with it just to spite you

loves getting all messy while eating you out

doesn’t care how much you whine or cry, he’s not stopping until the bed is slick with your cum and hole is properly prepped for his fat cock

king of overstimulation 

makes sure you earn every last orgasm too, if he doesn’t feel you’re being grateful enough he’ll leave you hanging on the edge of cumming again and again

and will literally laugh at you when tears paint your lash line

can’t resist pulling out his camera and snapping a few pictures of you in this state

best believe that thing is filled to the brim of you covered in cum, playing with his cock, taking backshots - EVERYTHING!!

no matter where you are this man is ready to fuck the brat out of you at any given moment

give him lip while out drinking with friends? he’s dragging you to his car to fuck you in the backseat

doesn’t care if its broad daylight either, silences your protests with a rough kiss before pushing his member into you - fingers playing with your nub as he sets a brutal pace

your tits and thighs will be covered in teeth marks

and he just loves the embarrassed pout that takes over your face when you have to shamefully walk back into the bar

your little skirt doing nothing to hide the bruises he left

just knowing your pussy was sticky and full with his cum is enough for him to be hard the rest of the night

something about everyone around you knowing he just fucked the last coherent thought out of you makes him wild

calls you a ‘cock hungry bitch’ and loves slapping your face with the tip of his dick when you’re on your knees begging for it

istg there’s no chill with this man

every holes a goal with him and you best believe each one of them will be abused and stuffed full by the time he’s done with you

give you a lil kiss on the forehead when he’s done though and tells you how good you were for him :(

whenever you try to dominant him he’ll become so bratty and mean 

but won’t admit how much he enjoys you pinning his hands to the bed and fucking yourself on his cock like he’s nothing more than a walking, breathing rose toy

as soon as you show the slightest bit of slowing down though he’s back on you in an instant

cock nudging its way into your sensitive walls, mocking words being groaned into the crook of your neck as you close in around him  

“hmm, thought you could control me? gonna need to fuck that brat out of you.”

kiwi!hyunjin would be so mean lord

한. HAN JISUNG

sub sub sub

the subbiest boy idc

he just wants to be good for you :( 

will literally do anything you ask as long as the end results in him painting your pretty pussy in his hot cum

whines and whimpers and slutty groans galore

doesn’t sftu

he’s just so pussy whipped

tease this boy in public and he becomes your bitch istg

just the risk alone is enough for his cock to feel heavy against his thigh

and your teasing promises of being able to feel your hot cunt wrapped around him later as long as he continues being a good little pup definitely isn’t helping

so proud of himself for not busting a nut right then and there 

drags you to the nearest bathroom and will b e g you to suck him off and he’ll do anything you ask of him 

“just this once before i go on stage please baby, i swear i’ll be so good for you.”

bro cannot be quiet to save his life, breathy whines echoing through the door without shame as he cums down your throat

doesn’t even care no one can meet his eyes after you both leave, he’s so head empty after you swallow his load, promising he can fuck you however he likes later if just be’s a little more patient and that’s all he can think about 

best believe he’ll be on his best behaviour 

you love watching him try to cover his erection all day, knowing he’ll fuck you like a rabbit as soon as he has you alone

definitely the type to have had cum in his pants from your teasing before

he just gets so excited 

and just the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock alone makes him so flustered :(

gets off on getting you off truly

its pathetic really

there’s something so pitiful about watching him rut and fuck his cock against the mattress as he snuggles his head between those plush thighs of yours

such a giving sub - moans and groans and spits so messily against your heat just from the taste alone, his tip all red and needy and just begging to slip into your core but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t listen to you

is so patient too and completely loses all his cool when you finally sink down on him

whimpers all prettily when you call him your good boy

loves when you degrade him

“god, who knew such a pathetic mess could have such a perfect cock.”

“at least you’re good for something.”

cums within 10 seconds of being inside of you when you talk to him like this

the type to ask “just the tip🥺?” when you’re too tired to have sex

and how could you possibly not let him

can never control himself though and ‘just the tip’ turns into him ‘accidentally’ falling balls deep into you

he’ll apologise while continuing to fuck your pussy like an animal

doesn’t care if you’re on your period or anything, this man wants a taste of you at any given moment

really into cum eating

lowers his head down between your legs as soon as he slips out, eyes blown wide and fucked out

desperate just to get more of you

sucks needfully on your folds, eyes rolling into the back of his head and groaning deeply when the taste of your mixed juices seep out of your hole and onto his tongue 

loves when you stroke his cheek while riding him

telling him how pretty he is and how much you love him

bro is just so whipped

swears his main purpose in life is making sure your pussy is filled and being your sweet boy

필릭스. LEE FELIX

another switch but the complete opposite of hyunjin

big into praise and telling you how good you’re being for him

bro only has one mode and its gentle

worships your body in ways you didn’t even know possible

no inch of skin will be left untouched when this mans lips are on you

calls you pretty pet names like ‘sunshine’ and ‘angel’ while he’s fucking you all soft

no matter how hard he tries he can’t find the will in himself to go rough on you

and every time he tries it’ll literally last like 30 seconds before he’s slipped back into his soft dom role, fucking into you slowly while fond praises fall from his lips - stroking comforting circles on your thigh, keeping your trembling legs propped up on either side of him

loves being as close as possible to you, chest pressed against your own and lips attached to the crook of your neck if they’re not busy moaning against your own

can’t stop commenting on how pretty you are

super soft with you

however 

he’s so

pathetic as a sub

gets all blubbery and wet eyed when you don’t give him what he wants

just begging you to finally let him slip into your heat when you’re rubbing your pantie clad pussy against his naked cock

and he’s so needy and leaking precum onto the fabric, please just have a bit of mercy on this angel!!

tries his best to be patient when you tell him you’ll give him what he wants as long as he lets you have your fun, but this boy is just so desperate and tunnel visioned on your cunt

wanting nothing more than to nudge your panties aside and finally fuck up into you

can quite literally only think with his dick and will constantly rut his hips up to rub the tip of his swollen cock against your clothed clit

apologises falling from his lips in a sob when you scold him for being such a brat 

he just wants to be your good boy :(

he spoils you so much during sex

eats you out for hours on end, not even caring about his member straining against his stomach

will literally let you ride his face until it’s slick with your cum, and as soon as you try to lift yourself off he’s wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you back down

eats you out like its his last meal, deep groans vibrating against your lower lips and tongue and nose nudging against you as he leaves fat swipes against your pussy folds

if you reach down and start playing with his dick while riding his face he’ll have to restrain everything in himself not to bust right away

will blue ball himself as long as he knows you’re properly satisfied 

he’s just such an angel

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

such a mean dom

will play with you until you’re reduced to nothing but a teary, fucked out mess

likes watching you get yourself off

and will degrade you the whole time - teasing you with vile words as he watches your fingers fuck into your sloppy cunt

“bet you wish it was my cock filling you up huh? those little fingers aren’t enough to satisfy a cock hungry slut like you, right honey?”

and he can only chuckle lowly when you simply whine in response, eyes glued to the way he was fisting his cock on the armchair in the corner of your room

loves that he’s able to turn you into a twitching, withering whore with his words alone

wants nothing more than to fill you up but he’ll hold out for awhile before giving in, wanting you as desperate as possible for his dick before he finally gives it to you

and god seeing you splayed out, back arched and legs spread ready for his fat cock to split you open is enough to get him off

rips your hand away and f i n a l l y pushes himself past your sensitive nub - the gasp falling from your lip from the slight sting making him harden inside you

and he loves the tears that threaten to spill onto your cheeks, your fingers having done next to nothing to prep you for how thick and heavy his dick feels fitting snugly against your pussy walls

and he gives you no time to adjust either, pulling out just to slam right back in, the tightness and clenching of your cunt around him making him groan into the hot kiss he was planting on you

loves when you ride him too

but you’ll have 0% control best believe

he’ll literally fuck up into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight

and you’re ready for him every time, walls gushing in around him, milking him dry for all he’s got 

likes controlling how and when you’re gonna cum

and absolutely loves pulling as many orgasms as he can out of you before finally sinking his dick into you

especially likes dry humping, seeing you rut down against him like a bitch in heat, cunt melding against his clothed cock making your eyes roll in the back of your head 

nearly fills your womb with his cum at the sight

his hand always finds its way around your neck during sex

pushing down on your airways while drilling his cock balls deep into your cunt, eating up all the little gasps and chokes for air you let out while leaning into his chest - pussy clenching incredibly snug around him he swears he’s seeing stars

makes you clean up your mess every time, shoving his fingers past your lips and feeding you the mix of both your liquids

loves the way your greedily suck on them

makes him want to replace them with his cock again

will spit in your mouth if you misbehave 

and has no qualms leaving a swift slap against your ass if you decide to act bratty

the closest you’ll get to domming this man is if he hasn’t seen you in weeks cause of tour and he’s blue balled tf

maybe, just maybe, he’ll beg a bit 

“c’mon baby, haven’t you missed me? lemme see your pretty pussy.”

will go soft on you and worship your cunt, biting and sucking on your folds

but as soon as he sinks into you he’s falling back to his mean dom role 

loves when you fight back

“you little bitch, i’d be nice if i were you. wouldn’t wanna end up with no nice dick filling you up hmm?”

need him so bad oof

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

extremely neutral

bro just wants to get his dick wet tbh

has no time for any sub/dom dynamics, he’s just down to fuck

likes when you tell him how good he is though

every whine and whimper of his name falling from your lips, crying about how good he feels stuffing you full only spurs him on to fuck you harder - dick prodding and pressing against all the sensitive parts of your pussy walls

might let you tie his hands together if you’re good

but becomes so desperate and whiney, hands itching out to touch you as you grind down on his thigh - the heat of your pussy searing his skin 

bro will literally rip out of those binds

flips you over and goes to town on your cunt

he’ll have you ruined when he’s done

he has such a high sex drive so whenever he goes away for months on end of tour he’ll still be whipped for that pussy

will get off solely on phone sex

loves the little gasps that slip past your lips when he tells you where to touch, imagining the hand he has wrapped around his straining dick was yours instead

“that’s it baby, curl your finger just a little more - just imagine it’s me instead.”

and your little choked moans you let out when you’re about to cum is enough for him to spill into his hand - wishing you and your hot little tongue was here to clean up his mess

always promises you how good he’s gonna fuck you when he gets home

and god that first fuck when he finally gets back!!

he’s so soft with you

fucking you over and over until you’re limp and sticky skinned in his arms, letting him drag his heavy cock against your snug walls

extremely giving, will eat you out and finger your cunt until you’re begging him to stop - your little nub twitching and raw from his stimulation

loves no matter how much he pushes you, you’re still eager for more

no matter how many hours he teases you, how many loads he spills into you you’re still ready and waiting for him to give you more

he expects you to return the favour though

likes to watch you take your time while playing his dick, hands fondling his heavy balls as your tongue lapped at his tip, sucking and kissing the swollen head

cradles your face as you lax your jaw around him, loving the way you look up at him from your place on your knees - so fondly with your mouth stuffed full of cock

cums as soon as he feels you grinding down against his foot, pussy clenching around nothing and practically begging to get fucked

call him a horned out teenager but he l o v e s making out

his lips will be on yours at all time

hot, open-mouthed kisses and tongue exploring your mouth as he fondles your tits, cock abusing in and out of your little hole

very much boyfriend material even during sex

honestly he’s just happy to be there

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[julymusings]

you're good to me, baby

with the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet, like the ashes of ash i saw rise in the heat. settle soft and as pure as snow, i fell in love with the fire long ago.

or; because the red hood bleeding onto your living room carpet is exactly what you need right now [3.6k]

Jason Todd x fem!reader; based on this lovely ask; ngl this turned into a personal vent jason doesn't show up until 1k words in LMAO; warning there’s blood (duh) and reader is suggested to have heavy anxiety; pre-established relationship where reader doesn’t know his identity + muzzle red hood bc HOT next: love in withdrawal

Compartmentalize. Create baskets in your mind. Analyze the situation, and drop the corresponding emotion in the appropriate basket.

One: You had a fight with your best friend. She called you selfish because you weren’t enthusiastic about her new relationship. She just can’t seem to understand that no matter how happy you want to be for her, it’s painful to see everyone find safety in another person when you can’t. Every attempt at romance is squashed by something or the other that you keep doing wrong. I thought you were hot, your latest dating attempt had said when you ran into him and asked why he never texted back. But you’re kind of a lot. Not something I have the space for right now, you know?

Two: There’s an important presentation today, one that could determine the fate of your position in the company. Your coworker, the one who’s convinced you stole his promotion (he just flirted with the higher-ups while you actually completed the requirements), refuses to let you forget how much is at stake. All it takes is one misstep, one stutter, one hesitation, and he will take it as an excuse to demand your demotion— or worse, termination. You’ve been preparing for this presentation for three weeks. If after all that effort it’s still not good enough, maybe you should be fired.

The emotions here? Frustration. Anger. Exhaustion. Jealousy. Just to name a few. But there’s no time to dwell on anxieties right now, so you shove those thoughts aside. Drop them in their compartments and move on because, after all, if you can strip them down to their bones and find where they stem, you can yank those anxieties from the ground before they have the chance to root. And then there’s no need for unnecessary heartache, right?

(Who cares if the baskets are overflowing, crumpled fragments spilling over the sides like garbage in a landfill? Who cares if the room of your mind is so packed that you’re pressed against the wall and breathing becomes painful.)

The digital clock beside your bed reads 6:12. The numbers blink in and out of the window, their red dots and dashes taunting your heavy eyelids. You still have forty-eight minutes of peace before it will scare you awake. Its beeping will ring so loud and angry that the adrenaline from the startle will power you through your morning routine, and your beating heart won’t dare still to entertain wishes of just five more minutes. 6:13 now. You have forty-seven more minutes of peace, minutes which should be spent sleeping, giving your poor brain a break from itself. But you can’t. Every time you close your eyes and begin to sink below the level of consciousness, your heart pumps a house-special cocktail of cortisol that laces through your bloodstream and convinces you that if you fall asleep you will miss your presentation and you will get fired. The off-grid escape plan formulating in your head switches from hypothetical to tentative when your neighbors, apparently awoken to lust as well as tired by it, start going at it again. You want nothing more than to bang on their door and scream obscenities until they hate each other enough to never touch again, but you resign yourself to consciousness, giving up on the dream of what would now be forty-four more minutes of sleep. 

It’s Friday morning; only one more day to get through before the sweet release of the weekend finds you. (The whole weekend will be spent contemplating the start of a project, feeling like two days is not nearly long enough to complete anything, and dreading Monday until it finds you with nothing done and the same, endless cycle awaiting.)

After completing your morning routine 44 minutes early, you use the spare time to go through your presentation once more, just for good luck, wrapping up the third run-through just in time to hear your alarm to leave for work.

The presentation goes decent, at least well enough to quell any doubts about your ability to do your job. Your coworker ate his words for sure, and you might have enjoyed the look on his face had you not mentally checked out as soon as you finished your closing remarks. Rush hour traffic has the ice cream tub you bought at the convenience store dripping condensation all over the passenger’s seat and your hips hurt from being in the same sitting position for most of the day, but you remind yourself that peace is only a few miles out. Stopped at yet another red light, your grip tightens on the steering wheel. Breathe in. Breathe out. The line of cars starts to move forward.

When you get home, your frustration is close to boiling over. You kick off your shoes right at the door, your keys and bag following close behind.

Far be it from you to break down on the floor in the middle of the room, the plan begins to formulate. There’s a box of tissues on your desk– that can go on the nightstand, along with two of the chilled water bottles you keep in the fridge for after you work out. And you’ll need something for the tissues, right? The small wastebasket from the bathroom should be fine. You drag it over to the side of your bed, sitting in your usual spot to make sure you placed it at a reachable distance. You won’t want to get out of bed to wash your face after this, so a washcloth should go next to the tissues. And an extra one, just to be safe.

You keep a set of comfortable clothes ready, the nicest, softest pajamas you own that you only wear after an everything shower. This shower, however, is a quick one, not much more than a few minutes under scalding water to comfort you, if nothing else. The light pink pajamas are a high-quality cotton and you feel like you’re in the clouds when you slip into them. Remaining is the ice cream, which you set out on the counter right before your shower so it would thaw just enough to be soft but not melted, With everything in your room ready, you go to retrieve the ice cream but stop with a startle when you round the corner.

“Jesus,” you mumble.

He’s just sitting there, doing nothing except bleeding out on your cream-colored carpet. He’s spread out on the couch like he owns the place, head leaned back against the wall as he lets his injured arm hang over the armrest and drip blood and dirt onto your cream-colored rug. The liquid seeps into the expensive wool, staining it with reddish-brown hues and the scent of iron, and he doesn’t even notice.

“Hey.” The Red Hood lifts his head when he sees you.

On any other day, you’d be quick to action, hauling him up off the couch and sprinting for the first aid kit under the bathroom sink. Today, your arms are too heavy and your gaze remains rooted on the widening splotch of red against white. Your throat feels dry. “You’re getting blood on the carpet.”

He peers over the armrest. “Oh, shit,” he curses, lifting his arm to hover it over his lap. He sounds robotic through his muzzle mask. His hood, pulled down to reveal his thick black hair curling at the ends from humidity and sweat, rests on his back.

I don’t have time for this, is what you want to say. You want to scream it in his face and kick him out for having the audacity to think he can come and go as he pleases, that you’re nothing more than a drive-through emergency room who will drop everything if he gets so much as a paper cut. But you can’t say any of this, and you do want him to come to you whenever he needs help. God knows he won’t go anywhere else.

Holding back your heavy sigh, you wordlessly walk to the bathroom. He takes that as an invitation to follow. 

It’s clinical. Rehearsed. Neither of you speak. It’s a partnered dance long since committed to muscle memory, steps you can take in your sleep. He knows to seat himself on the step stool you got just for him, for nights like these. He knows where to find the first aid kit and which supplies to hand you first. You know the exact steps to follow. Check the palms for abrasions. Antiseptic to the lacerations. Concussion exam. 

Maybe he can sense the air of tension surrounding you, because he doesn’t say as much as he usually does (though, granted, it’s still not much). It’s a reflection of your dynamic several months earlier when this arrangement began, back before you’d managed to chip away at the surface of his rough exterior. You notice the way his fingers curl against his thighs when you, somewhat carelessly, wipe the dirt from his skin with more pressure than necessary and the way his eyebrows tilt inward when you work slower than usual. You notice, but you ignore it.

We both know you have at least a dozen people who could do this for you. The words echo in your mind. Don’t act like I owe you this. If anything, you owe me a new carpet. These are things you wish you could say, but never will. Being realistic, you’ll probably never be able to say things like this. You’ll be subjected to all the shitty coworkers and unsympathetic friends and exploitative vigilantes of the world for the rest of your life.

This isn’t his fault, you remind yourself, but still, your lips turn down and your jaw feels tight with the effort to keep your face still, to not burst into tears right on the spot. In the second it takes for you to calm yourself, your hands pause. He notices. He says nothing. 

It’s not until you’re finished with cleaning the blood from his arm wound and giving him a wad of gauze to hold against it that he tests the waters and asks, “Is it too bad?” 

He sounds automated, but over the last few months, you’ve learned a thing or two about reading even these robotic actions. There's a certain quietness to the beginning of his sentence like he’s debating if he should say it or not. 

“It’s fine,” you say, shortly. 

“Sorry about your rug,” he says. He tugs at the strap of his muzzle with one finger, rubbing at the skin underneath the leather. “I can get the stain out.”

You retrieve the needle and thread from the kit and don’t respond. You don’t even look at him.

After a moment’s hesitation, he continues. “It’s easy. You just need salt and—”

“Okay.”

He goes quiet.

You don’t mean to be so tetchy, but you don’t have the energy for anything more. Every little thing has you feeling on the edge of shattering. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

It’s when you’re kneeled at his side, staring into the gaping wound on his bicep and trying to thread the needle, fingers trembling from the chill of the tiled floor with nothing but a layer of thin cotton to keep you warm, that it happens. He shifts on the stool, a mere twitch in an attempt to get comfortable, but it brushes his bloody arm against yours. Flecks of fresh red on the light pink fabric. First your carpet, now your pajamas. Your favorite, special, extra soft matching cotton pajama set, a rare splurge after your promotion that stood out among old t-shirts and sweat shorts. Ruined. Again, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Did I say something?” Hood asks. He waits for your response, but when none comes, he adds, “I’m sorry if I did.” He speaks so quietly you may not have been able to separate his words from the whirring filter of his mask, if not for the chilling silence of the bathroom floor. The insulating brick walls of your old apartment building are something you’re usually grateful for, but tonight you find yourself wishing for the city’s commotion to seep through the walls. Something, anything to buffer his proximity to you.

You hear his inhale as he prepares to say something else.

“Can you just let me work?” You snap before he has the chance to speak again. It’s loud, louder than you’d ever dream of speaking to him, and he flinches. Your eyes shut in apology, but only for a moment before you get back to it. He looks away. His feet point towards the door.

He wants to leave, you can tell, and you don’t blame him. You just messed everything up. But you started this, so now you have to finish it.

You sit in silence for the several minutes it takes for you to clean his wound and stop the bleeding.

He’s not looking at you, gaze transfixed ahead of him on a chip in the paint. At least, you assume. It’s difficult to guess what’s going on behind the milky white covering over his eyes. His subtle body language can be read if you pay close enough attention, you’ve learned, but that’s not something you care to do right now.

(Maybe you noticed in the back of your mind that he’s not exhibiting any body language since you snapped at him, but the compartment in your head for guilt is already overflowing, so maybe you didn’t notice it, you tell yourself.)

You stare at your sleeve, at the patches of blood blooming like ink blots. The red and pink hues blend together behind your blurring vision. You sniffle.

“Are you—” Hood starts. Because now he’s looking at you.

“Excuse me,” you say, pushing yourself off the ground and stumbling out of the room without so much as a glance back at him. You stagger into your room, needle and thread still in hand, and push the door closed. The lights are off, and the darkness is calming, quieting your buzzing thoughts. You close your eyes and lean against the door. Breathe in. Breathe out. You continue this exercise, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth to soothe your sympathetic nervous system, the same way a therapist instructed that one time you went. You wipe away the moisture that has collected in your eyes, roll out your stiff neck, dry your sweaty palms over your thighs. You toss the needle and thread aside, because they are definitely not sterile anymore, and take a few more breaths before opening the door and going back to the bathroom.

You avoid his face, following the lines of grimy grout between the tiles before resuming to your spot at his side. His inspecting eyes burn on the side of your face. You wipe down the forceps with a sterilizing wipe and rip open the plastic packaging for a new needle, holding it up to the wound, but your hand refuses to steady.

Another deep breath. Then another.

Hood sighs. It’s almost chastising. “I think I should go.”

“What?” You’re just surprised enough to be torn away from your thoughts and look him in the eye (mask) for the first time all night.

“You can’t do this,” he says, gruffly. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll let you figure it out.”

You scoff. “Yes, I can. I’m fine.”

Before he can argue, you grab him by the wrist to hold him in place just as he starts moving to get up. He winces, but you keep your grip tight on him. You can feel his scrutiny through the cold, expressionless barrier of his disguise, practically track his pupils as they search your face.

You both pretend he couldn’t break from your hold in an instant if he wanted to.

“You’re shaking,” Hood says. His voice is much softer now.

You follow the turn of his head to your hand where it hovers the needle right over his skin. You are shaking. Trembling, in fact.

“No, I’m not.” It comes out as an empty whisper.

You focus all your strength on steadying yourself, but the harder you try to stabilize, the harder you tremor. Your other hand releases his wrist to clamp over your dominant hand and force it to stay in place. It guides the needle closer to the skin, but now your vision is blurring. You blink rapidly, but it’s not enough. The tears start falling. You look away from him, but a warm hand settles over yours. You don’t dare look at him, unable to bear showing him your shameful face, wet and blushing and screwed up in misery. You turn your face into your sleeve. Clamp your eyes shut tight, thinking maybe if you keep them closed, this darkness will swallow you up and he won’t be here anymore.

But the warmth of his skin on yours is the first feeling of softness, of relief you’ve felt in months, and then it’s gone. Your shoulders are shaking, quaking with the effort to keep your sobs quiet.

One finger ever so gently hooks around your chin, pulling it back up to face him. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see him see you like this, but the tears are still streaming. He brushes them away. Whether that makes it better or worse, you can’t be sure, because you cry even harder, snatching your face away from his grasp to muffle your sobs into the back of your hand. You don’t realize he’s pushed himself off his stool to sit cross-legged on the floor until you feel his hand circling your arm and pulling you closer. The tools in your hand clatter on the floor as your palms come up to press against his chest, fighting against him with half-hearted protests murmured through your cries. But even with only one good arm he’s too strong for you, and you’re pulled into him.

He’s so gentle with you, rubbing your back and resting his chin atop your head while you cry and cry and cry into his shirt. Several minutes pass like this, with your face buried in his chest and his good arm holding you tightly against him while the other dangles lamely at his side, throbbing with an intensity he’s trying to ignore.

When your sobs die down, and you’re sure you’re all cried out, you linger against him. He smells like smoke and gasoline, and his shirt is soft and warm from his body heat seeping through. His hand continues to stroke up and down the length of your back, even after you’ve quieted. The edge of his mask digs into your scalp where his chin sits, but it feels worth it. Your hands, still pressed to his chest, slide higher, completely of their own volition, out of a newfound desire to wrap your arms around his neck. You don’t hear it, but you can feel his sharp draw of breath, his chest rising quickly under your touch. Your hands lose their nerve at his clavicle as you hold your breath for fear of the smallest movement drawing attention to your forwardness. You wait for him to rebuff you, to lean away from your touch, or grab your wrists and pry them off. He doesn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. His chest finally falls.

Eyes opening, your thumb swipes over the edge of the red bat symbol just below his collarbone.

His movements pause, lightly gripping the fabric of your shirt for just a moment, before releasing it. “It’s alright,” he tells you.

You pull back from his chest to look at him, the way his cold and unfeeling expression stares back at you. You wonder from time to time what’s under the mask, but tonight the desire is overwhelming; you ache with the want to know what he looks like. The color of his eyes. What his mouth looks like when he winces over a deep cut or chuckles at one of your anecdotes. You wonder if his lips are soft or chapped. If he’d like it if you dragged your thumb across the bottom one.

The metallic odor spreading through the room brings you back to the present, and you hope the flush from your tears hides your cheeks’ growing heat when you realize where your mind had wandered. 

“Oh, fuck, your arm.” You speak in a watery voice, wiping at your face as the urgency returns to your senses. Though you try to move away, his firm hand on your back pulls you back in.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” He says, resuming his caresses up and down your back. “I can take care of it.”

“Then why do you even need me?” You sniffle with a small smile.

He stays silent. But when you search his face, waiting for an answer, his hand moves to your side, palm sliding a fraction of an inch closer to your waist and fingers tensing, you can almost see through the mechanical muzzle to the way his lips shape the words. At least, he wishes you could.

You know why.

this was lots of fun to write and thank u for your patience ik i said i was gonna "knock this out in a day" 2 weeks ago😬😬 also we're gonna pretend they aren't just letting his open wound marinate for half an hour when it should be getting stitched up bc it's fiction ok? everyone say thank you mostly-imagines for proofreading this😚

but anyway happy new year!! it's been barely 2 months but starting this account made my year so much better🫶🫶🫶and ty for 500 followers that's crazy🫣🫢

listen to the inspo song!!!

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main short

Look, I don't know if you can tell, but I really like soulmate AUs, okay. Also, writing something exactly 500 words is more annoying than I thought it would be, but was a fun experiment.

Lightly inspired by this post.

Edit: there is a part 2 now!

Danny's parents were never concerned about the words on Danny’s wrist. Given their occupation, they thought Danny would meet someone while studying, or perhaps even lecturing on ghosts, or maybe as part of some other job in the future. Jazz has always been concerned about the words on Danny’s wrist. This is probably the normal reaction, given most people do not surround themselves with the dead. 

Danny himself was concerned about it for a while. But then he died. The amount of death surrounding him at all times, what with his parents’ study of ghosts, practically tripled after that. And suddenly the words ‘Is he dead?’ were a lot less concerning. Because in his life, oftentimes the answer was yes.

Not that he was always around dead bodies or anything. But the company he kept did include a large amount of ghosts and other ectoplasmic beings, that while they were not dead, weren’t technically alive either. 

So, Danny moved on with his life as normal. He knew what his words were, but was never actively listening for them. For a few years there he was barely hanging on to sanity, battling ghosts and trying to graduate high school. 

Eventually, life calmed down. His parents, unfortunately, died in their own lab accident. Danny was in his senior year at the time, and Jazz took a semester off of college to help him graduate and get accepted at university himself. Then they shut the portal down and moved on from Amity Park.

Jazz went back to Yale. Danny, who did not make high enough grades for that, went to Gotham University. It was there that he discovered he actually really liked college. School was a lot easier when he wasn’t fighting for his life all the time, and this time he got to take classes he was actually interested in. 

By the start of his second year, his life was looking up. He was majoring in mechanical engineering, and he loved all his science classes. He had a somewhat decent apartment, and was living without much worries on the money from selling his parents’ house. Gotham is not the best area, but it can be a really cheap place to live. And he didn’t see Sam, Tuck, or Jazz as often as any of them would like, but they were all happy where they were.

Which makes the current moment much more distressing than it would have been in his teenage years. As Danny looks at the now-dead body in front of him, then turns and presses his forehead into the alley wall. He’s seconds away from banging his head against it, but that would only give him a headache and would in no way help the current situation. 

The vigilante standing across the alley, on the other side of the body, did not move for a solid minute upon rounding the corner onto the scene. Then he asks, in a voice distorted by tech, “Is he dead?”.

This is not good.

[teliphone]

Breathe

Kang Noeul x FemReader

Warning(s): Smut, fingering, scizzoring, slight overstimulation, Sub! Femreader 

Word Count: 2.9K 

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You take a seat on the cold subway station bench to rest and wait for the next ride. You lean your head back against the stone wall. You’re at ease for a moment. Until the buzz of a notification on your phone makes your heart race. You knew what the message was even before looking at it. Reaching into your pockets, you pull out your phone. Your eyes read over the text quickly. 

‘Your card has been declined due to insufficient funds’ 

A deep sigh escapes your mouth. You close your eyes while gripping your phone. An anxious bubble forms in your stomach. 

How much longer will you stay in debt? It seems like no matter how much you work, you can never escape it. Rent… tax… food… everything has been sucking your wallet dry. Money has started to make you question your purpose in life. Is there a point in living if you’re working so hard yet still deep in debt? 

You shove your phone back into your pockets in an attempt to ignore the message. You do not need the reminder right now. Your phone buzzes a few more times, but you ignore it. All you want is to go home and rest from a busy day. 

From your peripheral vision, you see a figure getting closer to you. A person takes a seat next to you. You take a quick glance out of curiosity. It’s a man in a suit holding a briefcase. He looks harmless enough. You decide to ignore his presence and continue staring ahead. 

“Do you want to play a game?”

-

You feel a pressure dig into your lower hip. It felt like the tip of a cold metal. You try to turn your head to look, but the pressure deepens, making you wince. Another feeling touches your lower back, but this time it’s much softer. 

“Keep moving faster,” A deep robotic voice orders you from behind. You quickly realize it’s the voice of the pink guards. The guard's hand leaves your lower back and jerks the tip of the gun into your body again. You force yourself to take a step forward. The guard follows closely behind as you walk at a quick pace. You feel nervous, wondering where the pink guard is taking you. Anything could happen in a place like this. 

“Turn left,” The voice orders again. You obey and take a turn which leads you to a hallway with multiple red doors side by side. 

“Go to door eleven,” 

You quietly nod your head and make your way to the door. Nervously licking your lips as you reach for the door handle. You turn the knob and gently swing the doors open. You quickly notice a small bed, but before you can examine more you are suddenly shoved into the room. You catch yourself on the table and turn your body to face the guard. Your hand clenches the edge of the table. Chest moving up and down anxiously. You don’t dare to say anything or make a move. The guard stands still for a little while and you are unsure where they are looking. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Guard 011 assures. You furrow your eyebrows, still unsure and worried. The guard sighs and begins to remove their mask. They swiftly toss the mask to the side and you make eye contact. You immediately recognize her eyes. 

“N-Noeul?” You let out a gasp. She doesn’t respond but instead continues to take off the second head mask. She drops it at her feet. Her hair bangs are a little messy and sweaty. She runs her fingers through her hair while letting out a soft sigh of relief. Her eyes are tired and lack emotion. 

“What are you doing here?” She questions. The tone of her voice shows genuine curiosity. Silence coats the air as you try to find an excuse. An embarrassing blush forms on your cheeks. You avert her stare by looking at the bed. You hear her let out a sigh in frustration before she gets closer to you. Her glove fingers touch the edge of your chin. She grips and forces you to look at her. 

“I’m talking to you,” She reminds. 

“I… I’m in deep debt…” You confess. She furrows her eyebrows as she examines your face. You look pitiful and small under her gaze. She lets out a tsk sound of disapproval and disappointment. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Disappointing her was the last thing you wanted to do. You quickly reach out to touch her arm. She glances down to see your fingers wrap around her bicep. 

“I swear just two games and I will be able to pay off my debt,” You explain with a light laugh. Her tired eyes look back up and you gulp. She wasn’t in the mood to play around. She walks past you without spearing you a second glance. She plops onto the bed and leans her body back. Her legs are spread apart as she stares at you with tired eyes. She starts taking off her gloves and tosses them aimlessly to the side.

“You ignored my texts,” She grumbles. You suddenly remember your phone buzzing multiple times last night. 

“Oh! That…I didn’t realize it was you,” You awkwardly laugh. An attempt to lighten the mood. Noeul continues not to smile. She tilts her head to the side. She decides to accept your excuse. 

“You’re stupid for putting yourself in this position,” She sighs, going back to the topic. You bite your bottom lip in shame. You look down onto the ground and play with the bottom of your heel. There is a moment of silence again. 

“…Are you not afraid of death?” She puzzles. You jerk your head up to look at her with wide eyes. She brings one of her hands to massage her thigh. She focuses on circling her fingers against her tense muscles rather than you. You feel a slight blush forming on your cheeks as you look at her position. 

“You realize you’re helping kill people,” You whisper. She stops massaging her thighs and lets out a dry chuckle. She leans back again and lifts her head. 

“I’m just doing what I’m asked to do,” She states, staring at you up and down slowly. You grip your fist and force yourself to look away. You’re lost for words. 

“Come here,” Noeul calls. The air is dense and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Your legs refuse to move. She lets out a soft giggle and runs her fingers through her hair. 

“You would rather die than listen to me,” She assumes. Your heart quickens and you shake your head no. Was that a warning? You feel a rush of adrenaline and fear. You immediately walk over and kneel against the floor by her legs. 

“No, that's not true. Please don’t think that,” You beg, placing your hands on her thighs. Her emotionless face peers down at you. She enjoys the scene of you kneeling and begging before her. She brings her hands up to gently brush your hair. You feel a shiver run down your spine when you realize her fingers are the ones pressing the trigger. Life and death rest upon her hand, yet here it is brushing your hair. Noeul could easily kill you at this spot, but you feel a wave of pride when you know she wouldn’t. 

You lean your head down to rest against her thighs. She continues to slowly brush your hair. You allow yourself to rest your eyes and get comfortable. But that only lasts for about three minutes before Noeul gets bored. Her fingers begin to grip your head and force you to look up. You wince a little in pain. Her heavy-lidded eyes gaze at your eyes and then to your lips.  

It’s a little sick and twisted that you also feel a little turned on in this situation. Risk has been a key factor here. A case of physiological reasoning arises. Someone who loves danger often takes risks. These trigger the brain to release adrenaline and other hormones, which leads to a state of excitement and euphoria. 

You look up at her, your cheeks turning pink. She slowly leans down to capture your lips. You shut your eyes and feel her soft plump lips press against yours. Her fingers let go of your hair and move down to your neck. Your lips move slowly against her. As if to cherish every second. 

You tilt your head, brushing your nose against hers. The kiss deepens and you let out a soft pant. You start to get up from your position and place your knees between the slot of her thighs. The angle has switched. You are now leaning down to capture her lips. You bring your hands up to cup her face. Your thumb swipes against her cheeks. Her hands naturally wrap around your hips, pulling you closer. Her wet lips slide easily against yours. She digs her fingers into your hip and you let out a soft whine. She pulls away from the kiss first to catch her breath. Her lips red and puffy.

“Take off your clothes,” She orders as she leans back again. You get off the bed and shyly touch the hem of the green sweater. She watches closely and you feel nervous under her gaze. You start to lift the sweater over your head and swiftly take the sweatpants off. Then you start taking off your undergarments. The cold air prickles your skin. Noeul slightly bites her bottom lip before tapping her thighs. 

“Come on top,” She orders. You obey and slowly place yourself beside her thighs. Your knees are spread and your chest faces her. She slowly drags her fingers against your lower back before wrapping them on your chest. She cups it and squeezes it. Her thumb rubs against the numb. It hardens under her touch.

“Cute,” She whispers. She tilts forward to lick your nipple. She swirls her tongue against the skin around the nipple and then back to sucking. You sigh and place your hands on her lower head. As she continues to suck and bite your boobs, she looks up. Her pupils are blown out. You smile and gently massage her head. You look at her between your lashes to watch her tongue brush against your nipple. Your stomach clenches and you moan. She shuts her eyes and sucks hard before letting go with a loud plop sound. She removes one hand from your chest and down to your stomach. She drags her fingers down lower and you bite your lip. 

She looks up again with her tired eyes. She waits for permission in which you let out a soft ‘yes’ moan. Her middle finger starts to rub the outside of your folds. The corner of her lips curled into a smirk. You’re more wet than she imagined. Her fingers move towards your clit and she circles it slowly. Your core leaks out a little more. She collects and coats your juices with her middle finger. Once she is satisfied with how wet you’ve become, she presses onto your clit. You let out a soft moan and jerk your hips into her hands. She continues to circle your clit over and over. She returns to biting your chest, leaving red marks on the soft skin. 

She lets you move your hips against her finger. Your clit brushes her middle and ring finger. You let out a choking moan as the pleasure begins to build. Your wet clit slides easily. In the midst of you grinding her hand, her fingers accidentally slip into your core. You gasp and grip onto her shoulders. Pausing to catch your breath. The feeling of her fingers filling your hole felt too good. 

“Why’d you stop,” She challenges. Her two fingers rest at the tip of your core. You bite your lips as you sink back down onto her fingers. You let out a moan at the feeling of her filling you up. You start to slowly move again. She feels your hot core sliding up and down her digits. She gets drunk off the sight of you. 

“Feels so good unnie,” You moan into her ears. Her eyes darken and she bites her lips. She wraps her free hand around your waist. 

“Hold on to me tighter,” She grunts. Before you can fully hold on, she starts moving her fingers at a quicker pace. You cry out and clench onto her. She snaps her wrist and deepens her finger in you. You choke out a cuss and she smiles. Wetness starts to coat down to her knuckles. Your hot gummy walls welcome her fingers so well. Your hair starts to stick onto your sweaty forehead. She bites down on your shoulders and curls her finger in you. You shut your eyes and continue chasing your high. Her fingers press into your walls over and over. She can feel you starting to clench. She loves the feeling of your wet cunt. She jerks her hand more aggressively. The tips of her fingers abuse your wall at a quick pace. You tilt your head back and let out a high-pitched cry. Your lower stomach can feel a strong orgasm coming ahead. After a few more strong thrusts, you come over her fingers. She moves her fingers to help you ride out your high. You grip her shoulders to signal her to stop moving. She pauses but keeps her fingers in you as you catch your breath. She kisses your shoulders and then towards your neck. You let out a soft hum. She leaves back to analyze your features.

You shiver and shake as she takes her fingers out of you. Your chest is moving up and down. She brings her fingers to her mouth and slowly licks them. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She needs more of you. 

“Lay down,” 

You widen your eyes, you don’t know if you can handle another round. Your core is still pulsing. She gently pushes you off her thighs. You take a seat on the bed. She starts taking off the pinkish-red suit. You gulp at her body figure. Her stomach is toned and she has slight muscles on her biceps. She slips off her underwear. You see a wet spot on her panties. She holds her panties in her hands. She walks and gives you a kiss. As she continues to kiss you, she gently pushes you down onto the bed. You can feel her core brush against yours. You moan into her mouth. She pulls away from the kiss and gets onto the bed. She spreads your legs and angles herself between you. You blush at the realization of what she’s about to do. 

She lowers herself till her core touches yours. Your wet and slippery core slides easily against her. She moans and jerks her hips faster, chasing for her own high. Her pace is brutal considering you just came not long ago. You moan loudly as her folds grind against your clit. 

“The walls are thin,” She warns. You couldn’t hear her clear from the buzz in your ear. All you could focus on was the way her hips thrust into you. You cuss loudly and she stops moving. She takes the panties from her hand and shoves it into your mouth. You can taste the faint salty and sweet taste of the cotton. Your moans become quieter. 

She starts moving her hips again but in a quicker manner. All the build-up stress she has been holding needs to be released. You’re the perfect solution. Wetness starts to spread down to your thighs. You hear her low grunts and moans. In the moment, you look at her. Her mouth is open slightly to release soft moans. Her hips snap against you over and over. Your core grinds against her clit at the right spot. She bites her lips and tilts her head back. She feels her high coming closer. Sweat starts to form on her forehead and collarbone. She grabs onto your thighs, nails digging into the soft skin. You try to speak, but the panties in your mouth muffle you. You attempt to tap her to slow down, but all that does is make her smirk and go faster. The bed moves and squeaks at each thrust. You shut your eyes and bite down on her panties. After a few more, she chokes out a moan and comes onto your core. She jerks her hips lazily to help you reach your high as well. You come shortly after. It hits you stronger than you expected. She watches you with heavy eyes. You’re gasping for air and your body is shaking.

“Breathe,” She cooes. She removes herself from between your legs. She leans over and brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead. She pulls her panties out of your mouth and drops them onto the ground. You rest your head on the soft plush of her thighs. She watches closely to your chest moving up and down slower.

“Don’t die out there,” She warns. You slowly nod your head and feel the sleepiness kicking in. You knew the risk you were taking when you entered the game. She cares for you though she never expresses it through her face. She allows you to take a short nap as she stares at the gun resting on the wall. Her fingers brush your hair in slow streaks. She holds the power of your life in her hands. She will not allow your last breath to be from a game. She'll break the rules to let you live if she has to.