#because i feel like if you have more than one sex toy and higher end ones at that

[kxllerblond]

last ooc but oh yeah someone donated prob 300+ bucks worth of sex toys today. if not more kjdbgdfg

[not-rigel]

Can't do it better

posted on AO3 but im also going to post it here. first sevika fic aaa.

warnings: top sevika, teasing, strapping, riding, multiple orgasms, mean sevika, aftercare, soft sevika, porn what plot, F!reader

Sevika's fingers trailed down your spine, sending a shiver through your body. She was still in that teasing stage of sex, where half her strap was inside you. She was just waiting for the right moment to push the rest of herself inside. You tremble because you know that she knows you love the teasing.

She thrusts with half the length, deciding to drag out the teasing even more. You groan against the pillow your face is pressed into. She echoes your groan, but there is a mocking tone to it. She grabs your hips, pulling your ass higher which pulls you a little further on her strap.

The extra inch of her dick brushing inside you makes you lose control for just a moment but that's all that it takes. You push your hips back to take more of her. Her hands stop your hips after you get another inch inside of you.

She lets out a disappointed sigh, "Oh no, baby.. Do you think you can fuck yourself better than I can?"

You gasp, having been caught and in deep shit.

"I'm sorry. Sevika-"

You're cut off when she hooks her left arm under your torso and pulls you up so you're on your knees with her still inside of you. She repositions herself, remaining kneeled but her thighs are on either side of yours. She pulls your hips down then her arms move back to support her weight from behind.

"Go on, baby," She coos.

"What?"

"Fuck youself on my dick."

You push your hips back, a moan coming from you almost immediately. You just cannot dig yourself out of the hole you created.

"You gotta keep going, baby." Sevika is being evil, speaking that tone. The one that is equally demeaning and sweet.

You grind your hips, trying to find momentum but each time you shift yourself down on her dick you shudder and pause. She always feels so good inside of you. But you know there is something missing.

"Sevika," you whine, "Please. I can't fuck myself like you fuck me."

She flat out ignores the plea and the confession. "Faster."

Pathetic little noises leave you as you obey her order and begin to thrust your hips properly back onto her strap. You moan again and try to push yourself all the way down her length but you end up short.

"If you wanted me that deep, you should’ve let me fuck you," she growls. If her tone is any indication, she is losing her own control.

"Please please, Sevika. It's not enough. I need you."

But again, she ignores your begging. She must not understand. Having her inside you was getting you so close but all you really needed was to be hers. You needed to be taken.

"I can't cum without you claiming me," you admit. You think your confession is pathetic. Sevika thinks it's the hottest, sweetest thing in the world. You swear you can feel her shudder through the strap.

Without warning, she pulls out. She turns you over, pushing you into the mattress on your back. She takes her usual place between your thighs. She grabs her strap and slides it through your folds, teasing but not entering. She is watching the display while you are watching her. She is in complete awe. She pauses her teasing, biting her cheek to hold in a groan then leans over to grab something from the bedside drawer. The one with several toys and accessories you keep closeby.

You hear shuffling and one item is set on the dresser. She returns to her position before you can question it. She ducks down for a kiss, giving you a little bit of sweet affection before claiming you. The both of you moan into each other's mouths, enjoying the passion preceding your pleasure.

Sevika is the one to pull away. She has to see your face when she enters you. You're so wet it only takes some repositioning of her hips for her to slide inside. Half the length slips right in before Sevika can resist the suction of your pussy.

"Oh," both of you moan. Sevika is set on completing her earlier mission, making you wait to take her full length. And there is no way you'll ruin it now. You clenched around her as she forced you to be patient. Sevika pushed herself to the hilt in after a short wait, not able to resist all the ways she wants to make you lose your mind. 

"Sevika!" your shout echoes off the walls and your arm reaches up to grab onto her. Your fingers end up digging into her shoulder. You wait for her to begin moving but she doesn't so you whine at her. Pouting is not the most effective tactic on Sevika but you're so horny you can't think to do anything else.

"I just have to take a moment," her voice is as teasing as it gets. You look up at her to pout more but what you see is her using one hand to tighten the straps on her harness, pulling it tighter on her hips. Before you can even react, she begins thrusting.

She fucks with a power that is so special to her. She isn't going full force, starting at a comfortable pace but there is desire and carnality behind her thrusts. Each push and pull of her hips is so deliberate and precise. Thrusts meant to make you contort for her. Her pace doesn't slow or quicken, but she does reposition your legs whenever you get close to cramping.

The steady stimulation works you up, the notes of an orgasm beginning in your abdomen. "Sev.." you don't finish moaning her name when her lips find yours. There's only one word for it, possessive. Her teeth nip your lips between harsh kisses.

"That's right," she huffs between kisses. The snapping of her hips increases in speed. She reattaches your lips. The new stimulation adds harmony to the impending orgasm. With a couple more thrusts, you're cumming for her. Your orgasm drowns over any other noise, playing its own tune through your body. Sevika hears you reacting beneath her but she doesn't relent.

"Sev! I'm cumming!" You groaned into her mouth.

"Your legs aren't shaking. So I don't care."  Her hips continue their pace through your orgasm and don't stop after you're done. She pauses for a moment and you think you've been spared then she pushes up and hooks your ankles over her shoulder.

She resumes her thrusting but now it's messy, uncoordinated, quick thrusts. She needs this. And evidently so do you because less than a minute later you're cumming again, tears leaking from your eyes, legs shaking.

It's a sight for Sevika, really. Your pussy convulses and cream coats her strap. Your skin is hot, your eyes are rolled back, eyelids fluttering. Your breasts bouncing as she fucks you. She is sure if she looked behind her, your toes would be curled. Pressing a kiss to your calf, she orgasms with you, her's lasting noticeably shorter.

"There you go. Now you're really cumming." She says as she watches you come down from your high. With a warning she pulls out then presses another kiss to your calf before exiting the position. She moves to stand on the side of the bed, loosening her harness and slipping it off. Next, she is bending down to grab your face in both hands and kiss you. There are three words you would use to describe this kiss; caring, passionate, possessive. She is the one to pull away. She has a task she needs to complete.

"Want a massage, baby?" She purrs.

"Hmm?"

She picks up the item she retrieved from the dresser earlier, which you completely forgot about. It was a massage oil, purchased a couple months back. The massage oil was really only ever used for aftercare. Not only that, but it was only ever used if Sevika really needed the aftercare. So of course, you accept the offer.

Sevika had explained it to you before. That she needs to take care of you after sex because she has to reassure herself that you know she cares. It's a bit hard for her to believe you trust she cares about you more than anything especially when you get into intense scenes. 

"I knew I was going to be rough, hence me getting out the bottle beforehand, but…,” she pauses and shakes her head, “I said 'I don't care' to you during that. It's getting to my head a bit," she admits.

She moves to your left thigh and drops some of the oil onto your skin, then rubs it in with her flesh hand. Her way of avoiding eye contact. She hates having to be vulnerable and having someone look her in the eye at the same time. So you compromise. 

"Sev, you know me so well. You know exactly what to do to make me cum as hard as possible. And you know exactly what to say. You did everything you knew to do to give me that best orgasm. And you did. I'd say that's really caring." Your words do reassure her, as they always do.

"Thanks. You're... perfect." She sighs. She feels much better but still wants to take care of her girl, "Whatever you want, baby, let me know. I really want to take care of you tonight."

"You already are, Sev." 

[cxrsed-angel]

Cheer Skirt Misap: Hazel Callahan x Reader Smut

word count: 1k

summary: Hazel finds your new cheer uniform attractive. Particularly the skirt and how short it is.

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), Hazel is an ass girl, slight spanking, hazel doing sexual activities when’s she probably shouldn’t be. After that fight. Reader is more feminine. 18+ MDNI

A/N: I watch bottoms 2 months ago and i haven’t stopped thinking about her and ruby cruz since, so here’s this. Also reader is a cheerleader. I wish I could come up with a clever title. Also Hazel gives me service top vibes.

Hazel is sitting on your bed. She’s trying to listen to whatever you are talking about, but she can’t focus on anything besides how hot you look in your new cheer skirt. The skirt is white with blue and red on the bottom, falling just above your thigh. You had gotten the new uniforms for the big game against Huntington. She watches you move around your room, getting ready for the game, her eyes lingering on your legs and how short the new cheer skirt seemed compared to the old ones. 

“Pj was such a dick the other day. I mean, saying that about your mom was so out of line, babe, and I mean, you didn’t make a fake fight club to have sex with cheerleaders. You actually cared about female solidarity and everything. And you’re literally dating a cheerleader on your own accord without lying-“

You pause your rant about PJ, turn around, and see Hazel sitting in your bed, staring at the lower half of your body. It’s clear she isn’t paying attention. You walk closer to your bed and see her bruised face from the fight at the pep rally. You frown, knowing she probably had some sort of concussion that was making it hard to focus.

“Hazel? Hazel, are you okay…do you need to lie down? Am I talking too fast?”

Hazel looks up at you with her blue eyes bruised black and purple, but they’re still big and bright as she looks at you. 

“I-um, no, I was just thinking about something else.” 

You sit beside her on your bed, your thighs touching hers in her black jeans. Hazel's eyes linger on your upper thighs again before tearing her eyes away. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, trying not to stare at your legs, trying to ignore the ache in between her thighs. She feels a bit guilty being so turned on as you look at her, so worried and concerned. 

“Oh? Thinking about what?” You see Hazel look a bit flustered at your question, and you relax a bit. You could tell it wasn't something bad, but you were still intrigued about what was on her mind. 

“Um. I was just thinking about you and how you look cute in your cheer skirt,” she tells you the truth partially, slightly nervous and embarrassed to admit that your skirt had turned her on so much. 

You smile at the compliment. “Oh, thanks, babe! We got new cheer uniforms since it's like the biggest game ever, but they are a bit shorter.” You get off your bed and look at the skirt through your mirror. It’s a few inches shorter than your usual cheer skirt. You thought you got the wrong size at first, but they just ended up being that short. “I'm glad we were shorts underneath, or I would literally flash the crowd.” 

Hazel smiles, laughing a bit at your comment, eyes still gazing at your lower half. “Well, it looks really good on you. Maybe shorter skirts make you more aerodynamic, help you fly up higher or something.” 

 Hazel suggests innocently when she knows thats probably not the reason your skirt is so short it's almost showing your ass considering your team’s pep rally performance.  You laugh a bit, smiling at her reasoning. 

“I really don't think that’s the reason, baby.” 

She toys with the bottom of your skirt lightly as she continues. “No, I think it is! Maybe it could help with the-the air and going up and-and flips and stuff because there less..fabric?” 

Hazle tries to justify but fails, making you laugh more. You find her attempt cute, though. Her blue eyes linger on your thighs again, gazing at them before she pulls you onto her lap by your hips, quickly kissing your lip-glossed lips suddenly. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected kiss, closing your eyes and melting against her the familiar feeling of her lips. You feel Hazel’s hands grasp your hips tighter as she kisses your lips, pressing against each other. Your arms go around her neck.

You break apart from the kiss slightly, looking at the playful smile on her lips and her face flushed and red, her eyes wide as she looks back. You can tell she’s turned on, and if her gaze didn’t give it away, her hands creeping up under the skirt did. 

“You’re really happy over these aerodynamic skirts, huh?” you smile at her, knowing that was not the reason she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You could tell it was because of how the shorts showed off your legs and a bit of your ass. 

Hazel pulls you against her passionately. Your lips crash together, kissing you again. She pulls you by your hips back on top of her. You feel her hands lightly moving down your back. She can’t keep her hands off of you, but you move your lips off slowly as you realize how things are progressing. You stare at Hazel, hesitant when you remember.  

“Hazel…are you sure you can do…more strenuous activities? You know you were beat up pretty badly, babe.” you look concerned as you sit up, moving off of her. You move off from on top of her and sit back on your bed. 

She nods excitedly like there is no problem, like she didn’t get the shit kicked out of her the other day and is perfectly okay. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s fine. I’m like almost 100% better anyways.” Hazel tries to sound sure, but you can tell she isn’t. You nod, still not fully unconvinced. You saw the fight and know she had taken quite a beating, and the last thing you wanna do is make it worse by having sex. 

You pause, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Babe, I really don’t think we should be doing anything. Plus, we have to be at the football game in like an hour.” Hazel nods, pouting her lip a bit as she thinks. You watch her fidget with her silver rings as she thinks of a solution, clearly not taking no for an answer. 

“Oh! Wait, wait, I got it.” Hazel looks excited, her blue eyes excited. She lays down on your bed. “I’ll just eat you out.” You pause, thinking for a few minutes about her solution,  

“I don’t know Hazel…what about you-”

 She cuts you off, hungrily kissing your lips as they press against hers. She cups your cheek and slips her tongue in your mouth. You melt instantly, feeling that warm feeling you get every time you kiss. After making out for a few minutes, you feel her pull away, your head a bit dizzy from the kiss.

“Please let me eat your pretty pussy. I promise I’ll be fine,” Hazel begs as she looks at you, slowly rubbing circles on your hips. Her words go straight to your core, turning you on.  

You look at her and give in, unable to resist her big blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re stopping the second you get dizzy or something feels off.” Hazel nods as her grip on your waist tightens as she looks up at you excitedly. 

She pulls your black lacey underwear from under your cheer skirt and throws them somewhere off in your room. You lean down and cup her face with her face, your lips crushing onto hers again, making out. Hazel moves her hands down, lightly squeezing your ass. Her lips linger, touching against yours as she looks up at you. 

You move, placing your hips over her face. You look at her as she stares back excitedly. You slowly lower yourself on her lips and waste no time licking around your wet and puffy folds. She licks along your lips slowly, and you gasp at the feeling of her tongue. She continues moving her tongue as you try to hold your hips, trying not to thrust them, Hazel’s injuries still in the back of your mind. You moan out her name as she sucks on your clit. 

“Fuck Hazel, please don't stop.” you close your eyes, grabbing the side of her sheets and slowly rolling your hips against her lips. 

She grips your ass under your cheer skirt, squeezing it. Her tongue slips inside your entrance, and your moan grows louder as her motions speed up slightly, eating you out like she’s starved. Your face grows hotter as you feel the arousal building; you feel yourself getting wetter under her touch. She places a smack on your ass, and you moan, not expecting to like it as much as you did.  

“Fuck, baby! I'm close!-yes, right there! Fuck Hazel!” 

Your back arch letting out a breathy moan as your orgasm gets closer. You thrust, moving your hips faster as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. You feel yourself coming undone as your orgasm hits. Cumming around Hazel’s lips. You breathe deeply and slowly move from on top of her, sitting in your bed. Hazel sits up, her chin wet and lips swollen. 

You look at her, wiping your wetness off her lips. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy, or do you have a headache?” 

Hazel smiles and shakes her head. You nod, still catching your breath. You feel her hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling her cold rings on your skin. 

“Yes, I’m fine; never been better.” She beams, happy from her previous activities. You kiss her lightly before standing up to finish getting ready for the game against Huntington. Hazel leans against her arms, watching you in your bed. 

“But after I feel better, I’m gonna have to fuck you in that skirt.” you turn around at her words, a bit shocked at how bluntly she put it. 

“Oh? You are. And eating me out while I'm wearing it isn't enough?” Hazel shakes her head lightly. 

“No. I mean, it's good enough for right now, but the thought of watching you bounce on my strap in that cute little skirt is making me feel a bit foggy and extremely turned on.” 

You nod as you return to putting on your makeup for the game. “Well, get a doctor’s note, and we can make that happen.”  

[seattlesellie]

Would you ever write something with gf Ellie first time ever degrading you?? :O I feel like she’d be so subtle at first and shy but then realizes you are into it and she starts going further and calling you a slut etc etcccc I feel like it’d be so hot to hear he all shy only to end up mocking reader🤓🤓

warnings: doing it while your parents are sleeping in the next room, little degradation, strap on sex ‘n bad writing.<3

full, stuffed— is exactly how you felt. when ellie has the 8 inch silicon cock snug inside of your gummy, tight walls, it’s hard to imagine you’ve ever been empty, or, well… that you ever will be again.

this rooms walls are paper thin, and you know your parents could hear if you dared to screech or to moan an octave higher. for ellie, for ellie it’s easier because she groans and pants, and she can do it quietly enough because she’s not the one getting railed deep inside her childhood bedroom. before you and ellie arrived, you made a promise. “no sex until were back home”, and hell, you even made her use her pinky.

but now— your juices are flowing down your thighs and her thighs and it all sticks together in a mushy, slippery little mess.

when ellie plunges herself deeper, hitting the bottom of your cervix with the light purple, mushroom like tip of her strap— you frantically yelp. “nggh… el— s’too deep i ‘cant—“, ellie shushes you immediately; brings her pointer finger to the plush of your lips and zips them together. “shh shh… fuck, gotta be quiet”,

she warns you. she cares. she’s such a sweetheart.

your panicked expression, the way your eyeballs nearly pop out when she pushes it in deeper on purpose, makes ellie know that she’s going to have to use more than just her finger to shut you up. another whine escapes your lips, and this time, ellie slaps her entire clammy palm on your quivering mouth. you attempt to peel it off with your hand, but ellie knows better. the other hand, her unused one— maneuvers itself down to your sensitive, split open pussy, and her thumb begins lightly circling your clit while maintaining her brutal pace. ellie knows that whenever she touches on the sensitive little nub for the first time— especially when it’s been neglected for over 3 minutes now, your body freezes entirely. so you don’t slap her hand away (you can’t), but you squeal out a muffled sound of her name. “mphhllie!”

you squealed. you actually squealed, and every time she slams it in deeper— you squeal again, like a puppys brand new chew toy, right out of the box.

for you, it’s absolutely embarrassing. it’s embarrassing because it’s only been 6 minutes thats she’d been fucking you for and she’s already rendered you a squeaky, squirming mess.

for ellie, however, it’s melodic. in fact, it makes ellie’s puffy clit throb and makes her toes curl up inside her white socks.

to you, you sound pathetic.

to ellie, you sound like a raging slut. most importantly, her raging slut. she won’t ever say it though, but god— how she wants to.

her thumbs beginning to slip, going side to side instead of her calculated circles, and she’s starting to lose it. you know she does, because everything she says comes out through gritted teeth. “i swear… you gotta keep it down, babe” she whispers, kissing you softly on your cheeks to calm you down. for some reason, that sweet action makes you squeeze around her strap and she swears she just felt it.

“almost there… huh, pretty girl? you almost there?”, you nod— and she nods with you. “mhm… you can give it to me… know you want to, shit— give it to me”. ellie slips out, slaps the tip on top of your aching clit and plunges herself deep again. this time, when you feel it slip back inside, you moan several octaves higher. ellie whimpers, because ellie can’t help it anymore, and then—

a door cracks open. not yours, thank god— but your parents’ bedroom door. you freeze, ellie freezes, and you can feel her heartbeat on top of your chest.

two light knocks on your door. “sweetheart, everything alright? i heard something” your father rasps, and it’s his sleepy voice that tells you he actually fell asleep but woke up because of your noises.

ellie shakes her head rapidly, pupils all blown out. “say something!” she whispers frantically. she’s still inside of you and when you mean to get her off, she accidentally falls on top of you and the strap buries itself inside deep. “gah—‘f ‘fine dad! don’t ‘c, come inside we’re studying!”

thankfully, he accepts it— and walks off.

leisurely, absolutely ignoring what had just happened, ellie slams into you in an awful, torturous, delicious slow pace. whenever she moves, your wet squelching sounds fill the air and it’s disgusting.

“this is… all your ‘f— fault!” you yelp, and ellie giggles. to that, you wrap your legs around her back and push her in deeper. the base of her strap grazes her clit and sends a shockwave through her body. she can’t move, paralyzed— so you move her yourself. she looks you in the eyes, and if she can’t use her body, she might as well use her mouth.

“shit, s’not my fault you sound like a slut” she murmurs. the nickname makes you squeeze around her girth and another sweet droplet of your slick runs down your thighs to the seam of your ass. you shut your eyes, trying to think of a clever comeback— maybe she’s the slut. all that comes out, is an incredibly silly sentence, one that makes ellie nearly cum from nothing. “you made me this… w— way”

that smile that’s plastered on her pretty, flushed face is triumphant. “made you a slut, huh?” she rasps, and you cry out— fuck, she thinks. you like this. “who’s slut?” she asks, it’s meaningless, it really is because she knows.

“your… oh fuck!— your slut”

“ellie’s slut?”

you hum, nearly reaching your orgasm as she nearly reaches hers as well. ellie’s thighs shake and her vision is blurry— but she needs to tell you this, so she does.

“be a fuckin’ slut, and cum on this dick”

not fuckdrunk ellie would never say this. sober ellie would never say this. but the ellie whos inside of you now, the ellie who’s slut you are— yeah, she’s gonna say it. more than once, too.

when it’s over, she turns to face you between aimless, hushed giggles.

“hey slut, get me some water? m’thirsty” you gasp, and the pillow you throw lands on her face and nearly breaks her nose. (<3)

[j-jinxee]

Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

[ ⟡​ ] — MAKE ME LOSE,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to sex toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

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let our bodies talk

Rowan x Reader x Ruhn

summary: Rowan and Ruhn help you deal with your guilt around sex, and take your virginity

warnings: virgin!reader, raw p in v (wrap it up everyone), religious guilt/shame, light hair pulling

word count: 3426

a/n: based on this request!

“Do you want us?” Ruhn finally asked, running a hand through his hair, the other toying with his lip ring. He pointedly ignored the silver-haired male staring at him like he wanted to chop him into bits and either sell them at the Meat Market or feed them to the creatures at the bottom of the Istros. 

Rowan had more patience and experience with immortality than he did. If you wanted him to wait another hundred years, he would, gladly, but he wanted to know what page you were on and he was ... well, he was used to having rather forward partners, he supposed. 

It started with him as an emissary to your world, and ended with this relationship he never could have expected, but would never change for a thing. You were everything he’d ever wanted and more. 

Your mouth parted, skin flushed, and eyes widened slightly. One of his favorite looks on you. “Of course,” the words came out quickly. Adorable. Everything about you was adorable. Cthona, he really was obsessed with you. “We’re together, aren't we?” You gained back a little bit of that attitude he loved. His mouth curved into a smirk. 

“Yes, love, we are.” 

“Ruhn is asking if you want to have sex with us,” Rowan grunted from behind you. You whirled around, not having seen him apparently. He shot you a slightly apologetic look. You were the only one who got those kinds of looks out of him, and it made Ruhn respect you even more. The male would bend over backwards for you. 

“I m- I mean yes, I do, I just ...” you trailed off uncharacteristically. 

Ruhn leaned forward in his chair, forearms bracing his thighs, Rowan rounded the couch to sit next to you, leaving a careful foot or so between the two of you. This conversation didn’t need touch, not right now at least. Ruhn stayed in his seat. Just talking about this, the idea of it, was making all sorts of unproductive changes to his blood flow. 

-

You sighed, glancing between the two of them. You wouldn’t get out of this conversation right now, at least not without them getting an acceptable answer. How do you even begin to explain your relationship with sex? When it's so complicated you barely feel like you understand it yourself? 

“Just listen to me, please,” you half pleaded, half ordered. They glanced at each other before turning to you and nodding. “I grew up with a lot of ... shame surrounding sex,” you could tell Ruhn was ready to interrupt and say fuck that, but Rowan fixed him with a look and although the male glared back he kept his mouth shut. Another time you might have laughed. “So as much as I fucking crave both of you, those thoughts are still trained into me. That its dirty, bad, against the gods wishes.” 

Rowan pressed his lips together at the last one, you knew it was ridiculous too - some of the gods were notoriously horny, after all. 

“So I'm a little ... behind because I avoided everything for so long.” 

“Are you a virgin?” Rowan asked, tone carefully neutral. If they cared either way ... well, then they wouldn’t be the males for you. 

“Yes,” you lifted your chin just a tad higher, trying to imbue yourself with some sort of confidence. 

“That’s not a problem for me,” Ruhn said, almost soothingly. 

“It shouldn’t be,” Rowan sent a warning look your way at the snip in your tone, and you glared right back at him. He held both hands up placatingly, almost in a ‘not policing you, I'm just trying to keep the peace,’ way. 

Ruhn caught your gaze, and you both burst into laughter, eyes lighting with mirth. Rowan snorted. Basically a roaring laugh coming from him. 

“Come here,” the unintentional dominance in Rowan’s voice bent your knees before you could think better of it. Not that you wanted to, not really. He patted the area next to him, giving you the option to close the distance. You did. 

You felt more than heard Ruhn move, as the couch dipped on your other side. You liked it here, pressed between them, your legs lining up from thigh to hip, just a few layers between your skin and theirs. The desire to remove the layers was there, but that old guilt crept in and tainted it. Your hand brushed the back of your neck, head tilting down, eyes trained on the floor. 

Ruhn caught your hand, bringing it down to rest on his thigh. You flexed your fingers, exploring the feel of the corded muscle beneath those jeans. His leg tensed, keeping hand settling over yours, keeping you still. 

“However long it takes,” he kissed the exposed side of your neck, “I'll teach you to not be ashamed of what your body wants.” 

“Of what you want,” Rowan added, running his thumb over your knee, his hand cupping your leg. 

“I want both of you,” you said the words quickly, as if they might never come out if you didn’t say them as fast as possible. 

“You’ll need to be a bit more specific than that,” Rowan’s eyes trailed you from head to toe, taking in every inch of your body. A hunger that you either hadn’t seen or noticed before flared. Tightness coiled in your stomach, you could arouse those kinds of feelings in them. You found you liked that power. 

“Relax, Rowan,” Ruhn drawled. The other male tensed. You smiled. “I think we can ask some questions, can’t we?” 

A muscle in Rowan’s jaw flexed, but he gave a short nod. 

Sometimes you wondered if you were the glue bonding them together, but they had a bond of their own outside of the one the three of you shared. Not sexual, but almost ... you couldn’t quite find a term to describe it. Maybe you’d invent one later. For now, they were capturing all of your attention. Questions. You knew what kind of questions they’d ask, but it didn’t leave you feeling any more prepared for it. 

“Has anyone touched this beautiful body before?” Ruhn breathed against your neck, his hand running down your thigh indolently. 

“You,” you said, a touch of something like defiance in your tone. One of them pinched your thighs lightly. Rowan. 

“It doesn’t work if you don’t answer our questions, love,” he said. 

“Not very well,” you sighed, throwing your head back to look up at the ceiling. Why did this have to feel so ... 

“These conversations aren’t meant to be smooth,” Ruhn reminded you. It gave you a bit of much-needed courage and you gave yourself a reminder. You loved these males, trusted them, and knew they’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you or make you feel upset. In fact, they’d usually do their best to make sure the opposite happened. 

“Did you like anything about their touch?” Rowan’s large hand covered part of your thigh, tips of his fingers digging in light enough to add a pleasurable pressure but avoid that edge of pain. Regardless, each of their touches felt like fire in your current wound up state and you doubted anything could douse it right now. 

“When it was over,” you said, honestly, and drew a laugh from each of them. 

“I promise you won’t want this to end,” Ruhn said. Tilting your head, blue eyes peered intently at you, full of heat and passion and desire. “I think we can figure out how to ask these questions without speaking,” he brushed the top of your thigh, playing with your hemline, “hm?” 

You arched towards him, hands reached out to grasp at his arms, tugging him closer, closer, closer, however you could get any contact with him. Something about his tone and words awoke a new desperation in you. The time for talking, for thinking, was over. 

Ruhn caught your hands. You frowned. He switched them to one of his and used the other to tilt your chin up. “If you want this to stop at any time, just say the word. Or tap a few times if you can’t speak.” 

“We won’t be angry or upset,” Rowan added. 

“If you were, I'd kick your asses. Before leaving them,” you grumbled.

Ruhn held his hands up. “I’m terrified,” he deadpanned. 

The pause gave space for ugly emotions to rear and infiltrate, invading your headspace. 

You heard the words of the priests and priestesses from your childhood, of your mother and father wondering what the hell you were doing before damning and cursing you. Doubt had no place in this room, but it found its way inside anyway. 

“I don’t think she wants this,” you heard Ruhn say, and your head snapped up. 

-

Ruhn hoped his gamble paid off and Rowan played along, that they could draw out your competitive side. 

Green eyes narrowed, but he said, “I’m afraid you may be right.” Rowan Whitethorn wasn’t afraid of a damn thing, but that wasn’t the point. 

“Yes I do,” you spluttered indignantly. That was the point.

“Show us,” Rowan challenged you. 

“I don’t know how,” your voice dropped to a furious whisper, and he wondered if you might call everything off. 

“Ask for help,” Rowan countered. 

“I thought we would do this without speaking,” Ruhn interjected. 

In unison, both you and Rowan replied, “that’s what you said,” and he bit back a grin. 

“One question then,” Rowan continued, “do you want us to fuck you tonight?” 

“Yes,” there was no hesitation, in fact eagerness in your tone. Bringing out your competitive side did work, and he noted that for later. 

“We’ll be gentle,” Rowan told you. 

You huffed. Ruhn titled his head, Rowan raised a brow at you. 

“I want you, not some watered down version of you - both of you.” 

“As you wish, my love,” Rowan murmured. 

“Your funeral,” Ruhn joked. 

“But I have one rule,” he sat up a little straighter at your words. 

“What is that?” 

“No magic,” you glanced between both males. “I just want you. Both of you.” 

-

“Very well,” Rowan acquiesced, not sounding too put out. “Come here,” he patted his thighs. After checking for Ruhn’s agreement to your ‘rule,’ you did. 

This part, this first step, you knew how to do. You’d kissed both of them before. Straddling him, you balanced yourself on the middle of his thighs. His fingers trailed up and down your sides, front, back, everywhere he could reach, brushing sensitive areas over your clothing. Brushing too lightly for how drastically your body seemed to react. Or maybe that was the point, less is more. 

‘Let go, stop thinking,’ you reminded and reprimanded yourself. 

It took you a minute or two to realize Rowan was waiting for something. For you to initiate. 

Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his, mimicking the featherlight touches he was leaving on your body. Rowan wasn’t having it, and gripped the back of your head, winding his fingers through your hair before bringing you together. 

He stood, mouth still on yours, and you tightened your legs around his waist, locking your ankles, he wrapped one arm around your lower back, and snapped at Ruhn with his spare hand. 

The other male, understandably, snarled in return and you broke away from Rowan to hide your giggles into his shoulder. 

It broke the tension, and after a few strides from Rowan you were bouncing back on your bed, thrown there by him. Catching yourself against the headboard, it was your turn to glare. 

“That’s what you get for laughing,” Ruhn shrugged out of his shirt, and fuck your mouth watered. “My eyes are up here,” he teased you. 

“I thought we weren’t talking,” you snapped back. 

Not Ruhn, you could see all of him, but you felt another hand on the back of your neck. Rowan. Lips brushed against your ear, “I should just bend you over our bed and fuck you, but I think we can make it a little more enjoyable than that.” 

That sounded very enjoyable to you, and maybe scared you just a tad but not in an unpleasant way. Involuntarily, your thighs clenched. Ruhn’s chuckle told you he noticed. Heat seared your cheeks, the back of your neck, your chest. 

Half-naked, he climbed on the bed after you. Rowan stood next to the footboard, seemingly content to watch just for the moment. 

They seemed too coordinated and organized, in your opinion, and alarm bells flared in your mind and you scrambled with your hands to sit up. 

“Are you speaking to him?” You couldn’t fight the hint of accusation in your tone as you asked Ruhn.

“We’re making this enjoyable,” he pushed down lightly on your shoulders, “let us.” 

“Let go, love,” Rowan encouraged. 

You pursed your lips together in a frown, but nodded. You could let go, for tonight. Letting your hands slide out, your back hit the soft duvet cover again, the fabric silky against your skin. Relax. You were entirely capable of letting go. 

Ruhn’s lips hit your shoulder first, a soft and gentle kiss, before trailing down over your chest. The longer he went on, the firmer, you wouldn’t exactly call it rough, he got. Each touch grew more intense, his hands on your ribcage, pushing you down into the mattress as his lip ring flicked over your nipple. Teeth lightly grabbing the now swollen peak, tugging it up, drawing a gasp, before releasing. Testing how each part of your body reacted to different pressures and sensations. Learning you. 

He was good at this, you realized, with a hint of jealousy you quickly tamped down. Here and now, you reminded yourself. Focus. Capable. 

Lost in his touch, you didn’t notice the other male sliding in behind you until you were rising, your back pressed against his chest. Ruhn made a noise of discontent, like a kid with his candy taken away from him. 

“Ruhn’s going to fuck you first,” Rowan murmured in your ear, stroking down the side of your arm. “And when he’s done, I'll get to fuck that pretty little pussy, how does that sound?” 

“Great,” you barely managed to say. 

Then he was gone, out from behind you, and you were lowered onto the duvet again, head propped up on a pillow, Ruhn’s head between your - fuck. You lost all train of thought, all capability of thought as his tongue flicked your clit. Your voice left you as his lip ring, that beautiful thing, slid across your clit, a finger slipping inside and curling, putting just the right amount of pressure - and throwing you over the edge. 

Ruhn slowly worked you through your orgasm, adding another finger and twisting. You winced slightly at the stretching sensation. He stopped. 

“Just a little,” you panted, “uncomfortable. Keep going.” At the uncertain look on his face you added a, “please,” and that did the trick. 

He kept watching you intently, looking for every little change that might tell him something is wrong. But ... you didn’t feel the need to put on a performance. Instead, you found you liked the intensity he looked at you with. It made you feel wanted and desired in ways you never had before. It was bringing you to new highs. With another scream, your body melted into the mattress, legs falling limply to your sides. 

“I think she’s ready,” you heard Rowan. You nodded your agreement. Just a taste and you’d grown greedy, wanting more, more, more. All they would give you, all you could take. 

A belt clicked, clothes rustled, and you sat up on your elbows, impressed that even with the slight shake in your arms you could still hold yourself up. Maybe it was sheer determination to see Ruhn getting undressed that did it. It was certainly worth it. 

Licking your lips subconsciously at the sight of him, you realized he was pretty everywhere, including his cock. Near the same color as his skin, but with a glistening pink tip and a bulging vein running down the side, you wanted him in you. Now. 

“Get over here,” you breathed. 

“Bossy,” he said, raising his brows, but didn’t fucking move. 

Pressing your lips together, you saw a few avenues in front of you, and picked the one you figured would light a fire under him the best. 

“I guess I have to do it myself,” you sighed and let one arm slide out, snaking its way towards your center. 

It didn’t make it, not as Ruhn was there, catching your hand. “Not this time, princess.” 

His hand splayed against the backs of your thighs, pressing them up and to the sides as he knelt between your legs. 

“Breathe,” he ordered, and you’re glad you listened as he first pushed past your walls. Sharp pain hit your abdomen, catching your breath in your throat. 

An icy wind found its way down your throat, and you decided you’d thank Rowan, mentally, now and yell, verbally, at him later. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Keep going,” you hissed through clenched teeth. You might’ve had a lot of ... conflicting feelings surrounding sex, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t educated yourself. All the bodice rippers told you that the pleasure would kick in soon, that before you knew it you’d be overwhelmed by the “feel good” hormones. Gods you hoped they were real. 

He moved, but slowly. Lifting your hips to switch the angle, you gasped as he hit somewhere deep inside of you. That felt good. 

“That’s the spot, then,” he murmured, more to himself. 

“Fuck you feel good,” you moaned, nails clawing at his shoulders, searching for some kind of grip or anything to hold on to. He chuckled and lowered himself just enough you could grab them, before his hands spread against your sides, gripping you firmly. 

“Remember what you said earlier,” he paused inside of you. You wanted to scream at him. Instead you were left looking at his dumbly, eyes blinking. “About not wanting a watered down version of us. You’re still sure?” 

“Yes I’m sure, just fuck me or I'll-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your words as he moved again, tilting your hips to that perfect angle before driving into you, over and over again. 

Not quite rough, but certainly not gentle, whatever he was doing was absolutely perfect, and as his fingers found your clit, you had your third - or was it fourth? - orgasm of the night. 

You actually whined as he pulled out, his eyes still open and fixed on you. He hadn’t finished. A pout started forming. 

As if he read the words in your eyes, he said, “someone else has been waiting for their turn, I’m sharing you tonight princess,” and jerked his head to the side. You followed the motion, and Rowan stood there, looking at you with pure hunger in his eyes. 

You swallowed. Louder than you intended to. Ruhn moved off you. 

“On your knees,” Rowan said roughly, but didn’t give you a chance before he gripped your hips and flipped you. Squeaking, your hands scrambled and slid before you landed on your elbows. His hand twisted around your hair, not pulling but gripping and tilting your head to look at him. “I still want to see your face, but it’ll be easier for you this way.” 

Easier? Just then, you realized you hadn’t gotten a good look at him, but based on how Ruhn went first you could put together a few things. 

“Alright,” you breathed. 

There was no hesitation from either side as Rowan slid in you, your body both welcoming and protesting him, your hips and thighs already beginning to ache, but you wanted more. A greedy little monster had begun to bloom in you. 

Both of them just felt right, in different ways, and you - 

“Eyes on me,” Rowan snapped. Your eyes flew to him, and his mouth indented at one corner in the way the stoic smile. “I said I wanted to see your face, love.” 

His hands gripped your hips. 

“See your pretty little face as you take my cock so well.” 

The words drew a moan from you, sending pleasure from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes, making you push yourself back on him. Green stared at you, unrelenting as each slow, hard thrust nearly bounced you off him 

“Look how perfectly you’ve opened up for me,” he sounded almost teasing, “just like you were made for me.” 

Maybe you were, made for both of them as they were for you. 

-

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Mapi León NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Mapi do anything you asked her to do, she'll get you anything you need or will already have it ready because she knows you so well

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Mapi's favorite body part is her hands, for the obvious reason but she just loves holding you as well

Her favorite body part of yours is your legs, having them wrapped around her while she's pleasuring you is something she never gets tired of

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

After she's made you cum with her fingers, she'll have you lick her fingers clean

D: Dirty Secret 

She's open to recording the two of you and keeping it somewhere safe for the two of you watch when your apart

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Mapi is experienced and it shows

F: Favorite Position 

Whatever position allows her to have her head between your legs

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Mapi makes some jokes but she's more serious in the moment

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Mapi is so intimate with you!

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She doesn't dislike doing it herself but she prefers when you are making her feel good and the same goes for you

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Choking, seeing her tattooed hand around your throat while you cum drives her crazy

Praise, she will always praise you in and out of the bedroom

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Your apartment mainly but there have been times where the two of you couldn't wait to get home and had a quickie somewhere

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

You just existing is turn on for her, she's so in love with you that the littlest things you do is enough to have her hands on you

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She's not sharing you with anyone, she doesn't want anyone else to see you like she gets to

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Mapi likes both but she's on the giving end a lot more because she loves tasting you

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Slow and sensual, she doesn't want to rush anything and wants to fully enjoy you and your body

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

She enjoys them when you can't wait to get home but they don't allow her to fully enjoy it because you have to be so quick

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Yes and no, she's willing to experiment with somethings but she knows what she likes and doesn't like & doesn't see it changing much

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two can last for a few long rounds

T: Toys 

You have a strap on that Mapi uses when she's feeling more jealous and possessive after a night out but she mainly loves to use her mouth or fingers

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Sort of, if she is feeling more jealous she will tease you but most of the things she says are more praise-like

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Mapi isn't super loud, but you haven't pulled some loud ish moans from her before

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

Mapi loves hearing you moan her name and wants to record you moaning 'María' so she can listen to it whenever your apart

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's pretty balanced, some days it's higher than others and all she wants to do is fuck you but she also knows you have to take some breaks

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Mapi only falls asleep after she knows your okay and you have fallen asleep

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Pitiful thing

Dom!reader x sub!Raphael (reader is gender neutral)

Part two!

!Warning! dark content (this is going to be disgusting), a bit gore (ripping wings!), sadistic reader, spit, vomit, dacryphilia, beating, biting, stepping, stomping, kicking, piercing (Rara is getting rid of an old one), anal play, sounding, slapping, use of sex toys, blood

Word count: 7.3k (my longest one yet)

Nini!rant: repost until it shows up in the tag…!

The accident which occurred during Christmas was long forgotten. For you it was a brief interaction, a short encounter and a meeting never meant to happen. It didn’t matter what happened to him, to that angel, because in the end what they did to you were worse. Maybe it wasn’t justified and you were being petty, since that angel in particular hasn’t done anything yet, but do you regret it? No. It was fun.

On the other hand, it left the other party pretty impressed, as if the event left a brand on him. That angel thought something was established between you two. A special treatment only he got, as if he became a higher being. It’s not that he caught feelings for you, it was for the act you did to him. Even though it’s a curse in disguise, since he is the sun that got attracted to the night.

Not even a month later that man came down to hell again, landing at the same spot as last time, searching for a certain someone. Just like playing catch, about him looking for that vivid dream he lived down here. How ironic, once was enough to get him hooked and addicted.

And destiny was playing a prank on you, unexpectedly bringing you two together again. Because as fate planned, you crossed that path on that specific day too. A huge dust cloud was spreading in front of you, hindering your sight. It took a while to make out the familiar shadow between the mist. You squint your eyes, no way he was back here again. However you weren’t displeased. Why should you get upset about something insignificant like this anyway.

“Someone out for revenge?” You remarked and leaned against one of the food stalls. The familiar figure turned around to face you, his bright blond hair appearing from behind the mist. “No, rather, I’m here to thank you.” He said, slowly his entire figure emerged from the dust. “That’s surprising, why so?” His words caught your attention, you didn’t expect it from him, an angel. “You helped me become a higher being, I guess it is curtesy that I show you my gratitude. So, I’ll give you permission to touch me.” Raphael said with a smug face. It’s unnecessary to mention that you were hella confused, what did he eat this time?

The angel also seemed a little confused now and added, “…shouldn’t you be grateful and happy?” Ah. So that’s what was going on in his head. “Hah, haha.” You giggled, and continued with, “become a higher being? Really? You angels are more arrogant than I thought.” Raphael didn’t let it get to him, all he did was muttering under his breath, “right, a human couldn’t possibly understand something as complex as this. Fine, I don’t care.” That’s what he said, but he did sound a little disappointed.

“Right… hey Raphael, just tell me if you want to fuck. I liked how you cried.” You were now the one with a smug face. Suddenly he grabbed your shoulder and shouted, “Don’t forget your place, you are just an insignificant creature, we angels are the only ones loved by god.” The grip was tight, it almost started to hurt, but you couldn’t stand how he tried to intimidate you, so you replied, “oh yea? And who is named gods only mistake?” That wasn’t smart, he had all reasons to kill you after all. But hopefully he won’t, after all you are the one that got him ‘closer’ to god. You are the only hint those annoying things have.

The Blondie seemed to struggle with making a decision, before giving up. “Damn it.” He sighed and pushed you away. “Woa, how friendly of you. Now I’m definitely not going to help you become a greater being.” “And what if I threaten to kill you?” “You can’t because you’ll still need me.” This wasn’t going anywhere, it’d be better to just separate. Right now all you two were doing was fighting like children.

“So what do I have to do to get you to help?” Raphael crossed his arms and acted coldly, still having that overly confident aura surrounding him. His halo with the little sun was also shining slightly, how it irked you. All angels were the same, overly confident, arrogant and a pain in the ass. Then something clicked in your head, even if their personalities are shitty, you were still able to have fun. “… actually, nothing, just don’t resist.” “What?” You didn’t explain yourself, instead walked closer to him, resulting in him backing up some steps too. “What are you-” “I told you not to resist.” Your hand reached out to him, holding him by his waist. “Ugh..!” He tensed up, you could tell he was hesitating on what to do, still looking for the best solution. But you ignored it, why should you care about his comfort anyway, he came to ask you to touch him after all.

The hand, which was on his hips moved to his back and groped his ass, while your other one started to cup his bulge. He pushed you away again, “You! How dare you do something like that!” “You said I got permission to do it.” “And? That’s why you aren’t going to warn me?” You rolled your eyes and turned around, about to go back to your home in hell. “If you don’t want to do it I won’t. I’ll be on my way now, what a waste of time.” “Wait!” He yelled again, with a half angry and half desperate tone. “I’ll do it, just- not here.” “Pff, everyone saw your body on Christmas anyway.” “Still, ugh, why are you so stubborn?!” “I’m leaving~” “alright alright!” Raphael hurriedly raised his shirt, biting the end of it to keep it raised, showing off his piercings. The two crosses on his chest waved, practically inviting you to touch them. A small smirk escaped you, “hah, so you can be a good boy after all.”

A few moments later you were touching him all over. He stood and kept his arms behind his back while you gave him a sloppy handjob. Hands wrapped around his shaft, pressing down slightly when reaching the tip and repeating the movements. Every time you did that he flinched, his shoulders jerked upwards and his piercings clanked against his skin. All those accessories on his body were cute, he was the definition of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. Not to mention his moans were adorable too, and how he blushed like a maiden fresh in love. Did he get more sensitive during that time span? At least that cock cage he once had was gone, guess he didn’t get a new one. “Hey, get on your knees.” “Hmmm?!?” He sounded like he was protesting, but you can’t hear so it doesn’t matter. In the end, he did just as you said, why would he go though the extra trouble to be a brat only to follow your comment anyway. After he got on his knees, he soiled his clean white pants with dirt, his cheeks got a bit redder too. Because he kneeled down, you couldn’t reach his crotch anymore, so you placed your hand on his chest instead.

Fumbling with his pink nipples, tugging on them carefully. Rolling your finger over them and groping his pecs. It was embarrassing for Raphael, it didn’t hurt nor felt especially good, it was humiliating. Every single part of this was shameful and he truly didn’t know what he was doing here. Though somehow, he still found pleasure in the pain you gave him, it was scary how much he enjoyed it.

His saliva drooled down his chin, all the way down to his white sweater. A wet spot could be seen and it kept getting bigger. His bangs were also sticking to his forehead due to the sweat covering his body, and not to mention how much he trembled. It was cute, you wanted more. You pulled at his piercings, enough for it to hurt slightly, watching as his buds stretched forwards. “Mhm-mmM!” The angel groaned, face blushing furiously while he clenched his teeth. Eyebrows furrowed and expression twisted into one of shame. If you didn’t know better you would have thought he was going to kill you any moment.

“I’m done, get up.” Just as how abrupt you started this play, you ended it too. That was so sudden, he couldn’t even process the information before your hands left his body. He let his shirt fall down and asked, “what? But…” then he bit his bottom lip, followed by standing up on his wobbly legs, unwillingly getting up from his spot. “fine, ugh..” the man in front of you looked like a mess, seriously, he couldn’t even stand without shaking. “You did pretty well, come back another time.” “..?? Why’s that?” “Don’t follow me.” You turned around and left, ignoring him as well as his questions. “Hey, hey! Come back- you, ugh, damn it!” That man’s frustrated screams were the last thing you heard.

Some time has passed since your second meeting with him. To be honest, you were surprised he actually listened to you and didn’t follow you. Nevertheless, that didn’t change much about your perception of him. You weren’t sure yourself why you left like that, however you were sure on one thing, it was a good decision to leave that day. He will come to you by himself sooner or later, and if destiny is still in your favour, everything will go just as you anticipated.

Today you were chilling outside a hotel. It feels nice being alone for a bit, or rather, not being in the presence of any clingy devils. You didn’t necessarily hate them, but you didn’t have hard feelings towards them neither. At first you thought it wouldn’t bother you that they all subconsciously thought you were Solomon, but it did start getting on your nerves. Also how they didn’t even want to accept the fact that you were someone else, not trying at all to adjust. They were also rather… controlling. It was hard enough to sneak out without Satan or sitri noticing.

Raphael didn’t have such a peaceful time like you, he was frustrated beyond repair. The first time you touched him he was at least able to finish, last time you left him with a raging boner. That must be the reason why he missed you so much, he wanted you to finish what you started. So when he finally found you, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately landed in the back alley of the hotel, quietly and carefully, as if one wrong move would cause you to run away.

You noticed him when he started to walk towards you, wondering when he got here. It’s the first time he didn’t make a mess as soon as he came down to hell. “You, you are free now aren’t you?” Raphael proclaimed, a stressed expression on his face. The past two weeks didn’t go well for him huh. “Yea, and?” “The thing you did last time, finish it.” You eyed him up and down, he could feel your sharp gaze on him, it made him almost uncomfortable. Once again he was making such a bold request. Oh well, you have some spare space in your schedule and playing with something else once in a while is healthy. “I’ll pretend I heard you say ‘please’, anyway, follow me.” “Where are you taking me?” “I thought you preferred doing it inside?” “I’m not a pervert like someone else after all.” How impolite he was, but you’ll excuse him for this once.

You greeted the reception as you got inside the hotel and walked straight to the elevator, Raphael followed you with hesitant steps before joining you. It was a bit awkward, especially for him since it’s an unfamiliar environment, you could see how he fumbled with his hand. Maybe he was wondering why none of the devils were suspicious of him, or if his presence really is that unnoticeable. It could have been something entirely unrelated too.

The two of you didn’t exchange a word while waiting, and it continued until both of you arrived at the vip room (a small advantage of being friendly with the kings) of the hotel. Afterwards you pulled out a room card and unlocked the door with a click sound, opening and entering it. “Close the door behind you.” You said, in case it wasn’t obvious enough. He did without much thought, and started looking around in the room. It was pretty and had a bathtub too, to be expected for vip. The bed was kingsized, it took up so much space but the room still looked huge.

You sat down on the bed, he stood in front of you. Then you commented, “you know, Raphael, you value yourself so much but how comes every time we meet it’s about intimacy? You are pretty desperate for an angel.” He didn’t show much of an expression, even so you could read his body language and saw his fist tightening. “It’s a bit ironic.” A small chuckle slipped from you after saying that, then you patted the space next to you, telling him to sit down. The angel obliged and walked over, when he got close enough you pulled him by the arm to force him to sit down.

Just like what happened a few days ago, you do what you want without any regards for him. Once he sat down, you pushed him again to make him lay flat on his back. He didn’t really resist since he knew he was stronger than you, and this time he wasn’t restricted by any weird powers. “Keep your hands above your head.” Another command, he debated silently whether he should keep playing obedient, but after seeing how you left last time… he really didn’t want to get worked up for nothing again. It’s always so thrilling and surprising when with you, because you do what you want and never tell him your plans. Though sometimes he thinks it’s better he doesn’t know.

Now that his arms were hold above him, you tied them together. Despite the fact that he has been good until now, you can never be sure about the future. “Hey, why are you tying me up again?” Raphael asked. “I didn’t tie you up during Christmas,” You clarified. “You know what I mean.” “I feel more comfortable like this, don’t want to?” Your eyes stared into his coldly, showing that you ain’t up for games. He wanted to protest further, however the thought of you leaving him like that was something he couldn’t make peace with. Not after all the efforts he went through to find you. He went quiet again until you were done binding him.

Next thing you did was pulling out the rather familiar ball gag, about to install it onto him again. The angel widened his eyes, were you planning to recreate the past with all those equipments or what? Did you pity the fact you couldn’t do more? When you brought the gag closer to his face, he reluctantly opened his mouth, letting you bind the straps around his head. After gaging him successfully, you pulled out a cutter knife, bringing it to his neck. His pupils shrunk, he glared at you menacingly. You dragged the knife along his neck, taking note of how his breath got more and more shallow with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Yea, so reassuring, he feels so safe.

You grabbed his collar and pointed the sharp edge towards his shirt, afterwards you cut into his sweater. The knife was sharp enough to cut through the fairly thick fabric pretty easily. From the top to the bottom, until you split his clothes in two. He hold his breath the entire time, which was weird since normally he didn’t fear death nor wounds. A little blood was fine and he can take the pain, so why was he so nervous? It must be because of how stoic you were. You looked so chill and serious while you tore his clothes, keeping your attention on him and no one else. It’s the first time someone was focused on him like this, it was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t dislike it.

But you were thinking about how naive and cute he was, all you did was look at him for a few seconds and now his heart was pounding like crazy. It was way too easy to wrap him around your finger. Angels truly are useless and pitiful things. After you finished cutting through his clothes, you put the knife away. You only cut it in the middle, so that they were hanging from his shoulder like jackets. Since they were cut now, it revealed his bare torso. This is the third time that you’ve seen him in such a state. Those accessories he wore didn’t change one bit, still sparkling on their own. At this rate you were going to mesmerise every single one of them. Two vertical nipple piercings, two just below his chest, two on his navel which were connected by a chain, three belly button piercings and three rings a fairly large distance under his armpits on each side. He also had more, like two on his hips or some on his arms, but you weren’t entirely sure about it. Nevertheless you liked his piercings for many reasons.

This time you were better prepared for his sudden visit, so you had a whole bag full of stuff you wanted to try with him. The first one of those toys was a sounding rod, the same one he seemingly loved during Christmas Eve. Your hand made its way downwards and started rubbing against his bulge, gently caressing it until he got hard. Out of reflex he clenched his thighs, causing you to force them open to kept touching him. Small sounds of pleasure could be heard from him as he whimpered under the gag. “Mhm..mhm!” Those were only low grunts, you could see how he tired to keep his composure as long as possible. Next you pulled his pants down, revealing his semi erect dick. He was so eager it made you want to laugh, you didn’t even touch him that much but he still got hard. It was pathetic.

You took the metal rod and pointed the tip towards his slit before slowly inserting it. It hurt so much while you did it, it was unbearably painful. He wanted to move and clench his legs together again but you didn’t allow him, instead you said, “spread them wider, or I might pierce something I should’t.” With such a warning, he had no choice but to open them, reluctantly allowing you to play with him some more. His legs were trembling again as you forced the entire rod inside his urethra, tears started to build in his eyes. That was a bodily reaction to the sting and pain, since the metal wasn’t even wet when you shoved it inside him. “Hmm.. hgnG..” he yelped a little and jerked his hips, trusting forward. There was no helping it, it was so painful… yet why was he so aroused now?

After using that, you reached for another one of your toys, an egg vibrator. You strapped it against his tip, but didn’t turn it on yet. It was still the preparation process. Which is why you put one of the egg vibrator inside a condom, then pulled that over a dildo. This time you did reach for the lube, out of your own comfort, since the things you want to do will be harder without it. Squeezing some of that liquid onto the makeshift dick and pointing the tip against his entrance. The Blondie was on the verge of clenching his thighs together again, it took all his willpower not to. He was fearful of your treatment, however also thrilled. It’s like he loves and hates it, but most importantly he wants you to keep your attention on him. Don’t leave like last time, please don’t leave him alone.

While you were teasing his hole, you glanced at his figure. What he did was unbelievably adorable. How he made himself smaller by rolling into a ball, so helpless and vulnerable it got you acting on your desires. You did cover that toy with lube, but you didn’t prepare him. Instead you pushed and used your strength to force your way in again. “MhmMHH!!” Another scream. “Don’t be so tense, Raphael, it will only hurt more.” You gave him some advice, even though you were sure he knew himself. His chest raised and sunk, his breathing unsteady and eyes unfocused. Those almost emotionless eyes were half lidded and hidden by his bangs. This pulled your attention towards his bandages, especially that eye patch. You were going to rip it from his face one day.

His hands clenched around the rope you used to tie him up, legs wide open like he was some cheap whore and single drops of tears rolling down his face. The halo, which hasn’t been doing much until now, suddenly started to shine as if it was trying to distract you. You didn’t really mind at first, but the more you pushed that toy inside him, the more that ring of pure light shone. When the dildo fully penetrated him, his halo, that divine Symbole, was already illuminating the entire room. No need to say it blinded and annoyed you, leading to you hesitantly reached out to that thing. You touched it with the tip of your finger to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, before gripping it with your whole palm and yanking it off him. That wasn’t exactly hard to do, which kind of surprised you. You had an angels halo in your hand now… and it was still shining, which is why you threw it away.

Raphael’s expression was one of shock. Of course it would be that, no one ever ripped his halo off and he didn’t neither. It didn’t hurt, though it did feel like something disappeared from him, and his body got lighter. Well, all you did was throw it into another corner, so he can probably just pick it up later…right? Somehow, he was starting to get an unwell feeling about this, he was skeptical. He wanted to tell you how he felt about what you did or were doing, despite his wants he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring it over himself to tell you no. Besides this is nothing, he can bear it, all he had to do was to focus on you and pleasing you, then you’ll also keep your gaze on him. An eye for an eye right?

Everything was done now, your preparations were complete. You turned the vibrators on, directly skipping to the middle level. The eggs started to move and were rubbing against him. Even though he expected it made his shoulders jerk and dick twitch, it was still so sudden. One was placed on his tip and another deep inside him. “Hu-hmm…mhm.” Raphael panted. How amazing it felt at first, but the sensations and blood rush was becoming too much for him to handle. All you did was observe him for a few moments, then giving the relentless toys assaulting him a helping hand. Trusting the dildo in and out of him, other hand tugging at his piercings, mouth kissing his neck and eventually biting down. “NGhHnn… m-mhm..!” He sobbed a little when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You bit hard enough to draw blood, and when you pulled back you were able to see the blood flowing down his shoulder to his collarbones and chest. The red fluid was giving a nice contrast to his smooth and pale skin, as if you were drawing on a white canvas. This was starting to stir something within you, out of impulse you used your finger to wipe the blood, then licking it clean with your tongue.

You bit him again and again, the area around his nipples, his other shoulder, his torso or abdomen. When you were done leaving bite or smooch marks on his upper body, you started kissing every of his wounds. Like his piercings or the ones you left on him. The vibe changed drastically, it felt soft and gentle in contrast to what you were doing earlier, making his heart pound faster. “Hmm…” a low content groan left him. What you did felt like it was forbidden to him, it felt like something two lovers would do. How he yearned for that, for any kind of love and touch this depraved man could get. At the same time he was so ashamed of his actions, how could- dare he enjoy the touch of someone who isn’t god? How could he even think about being in a relationship with anyone but god?

The vibrations were adding up with each other, especially the one on his tip. It was starting to hurt because of how sensitive he was. “Uhh..hu-ugh..” Once again he repressed his own feelings in order to keep you here with him. This however resulted in some squirming and trashing around to balance the pain. He rolled from one side to the other, irritating you a little. “Raphael, hold still.” You commanded, but he couldn’t listen, it’s like his body doesn’t want to follow him anymore. “MhHmm..! HmMm..” “Raphael.” You repeated his name, nothing happened. A silent minute passed, with his whines being the only thing that filled the room. Why was he acting up suddenly? Even though you tried to calm him down, he continued kicking around like he was riding the bike. Then you slapped him.

A loud sound erupted in the mists of complete silence, his face turned to the left side and an imprint of your hand started to show on his cheeks. “Uhh..!” He could still feel the sting of the moment you hit him, the aftermath also lingering for a few extra seconds. Eyes widened once again, a speechless expression featured on his face as he glanced at you. Another slap, this time his face turned to the right side. You haven’t uttered a single word yet, but you let out a deep breath. A few moments of silence again, now his eyes were completely hidden by his bangs, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at. What a coward, hiding his gaze like that, it was staring to get on your wrong side.

You punched his stomach, making the angel gag. It didn’t hurt that much, aside from the fact he felt like the food he ate was being forced out of him. For you though, it didn’t quench your anger, instead you were more annoyed now because the piercings he owned were in your way. You grabbed the chain and yanked on it hard, he yelled which was muffled by the gag again. “MhmmM!” You pulled on it again, now blood was dripping from where he pierced them. He moved his body, trying to escape before he froze on the spot. As if a hidden force was hindering him from just running away. And you tugged at it a third time, this time you managed to pull the entire chain off, running his piercing. “GaHHhh!! MHmMM!!” It hurt, it hurt so much and yet he still weren’t able to get on his feet. Was this some kind of trial god gave him?!?

A bit of his skin was stuck to the accessory, with that being said it got ripped off too. He was bleeding from his navel now, and that wasn’t exactly a small amount. It spilled down from all sides, turning his body and the bed red. “Uh-UhmM..!” A shudder ran down his spine at the sight of it, he was always covered in blood but never his own. His eye brows furrowed and pupils quivered, a small blush spread across his face. This was new, and arousing to some degree. It made him forget about the pain completely.

You took a look at the chain and threw it away, it looked disgusting all covered in blood and skin pieces. Also since the bed was red now you didn’t want to sit on it, instead standing up and stepping on his belly. “Huh, you are bleeding a lot more than I thought. It’s my first time I hurt someone to this degree.” Were you truly human? You said it’s your first time, but you looked so used to seeing blood, you didn’t even get nauseous from the look of it. He didn’t know what to do, all that happened was a deep blush forming on his cheeks, tears flowing down his face and blood storming through his new wounds.

You used more force to step on him, digging your shoe into his skin. The dirt which collected itself under your soles were now smeared onto his once beautiful skin. The imprint of your shoe looked nice on his helpless figure, just like the other marks you left on him. Then you started to raise your foot and stomp on him, enough for him to get the urge to vomit. “Ugh- ga-hghn…!” But the gag is in the way, if this continues he will just chock on his own vomit. He clenched his eyes, focusing on forcing it down. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed, you didn’t give him permission to close his eyes now did you? This led to you kicking the side of his head fairly gently, before stepping on his cheek. “Don’t pass out, I’m not done yet. The fun just began.” You smirked at him while you said that. A unsettling one at that, you could basically see the bad intention in it. Your expression just screamed ‘sadist’.

Finally you took the ball gag off him, he gasped and panted loudly. It didn’t take long for him to start chocking again due to you stomping on his stomach repeatedly. More tears spilled from him, his body wasn’t reacting well to your treatment. Why, was it because you were a human? He yanked on his binds, wanted to use his hand to cover his mouth. It was of no use, he was worn out now after such a long session. He couldn’t hold it back anymore and threw up all over himself. His entire figure was pulsating, lips quivering as he sobbed, then another round. This time it wasn’t just vomit but also blood. “Ah- urghh.. gahhh..” This was a huge burden on his body, making him nauseous and dizzy.

Your heart was beating fast, you wondered if sitri has located you yet with such a loud heartbeat. His pathetic face and posture was surprisingly beautiful, it felt so good watching him crumble underneath your feet. Rendering him powerless and dependent on your mercy felt great… how good would it feel if this was Gabriel instead who was suffering? The one responsible for your misery, to see him completely destroyed just like this. It sounded too delicious, so good you couldn’t keep a clear head anymore. You couldn’t help yourself! It’s his fault that he is an angel, it’s his fault he is of the same breed as Gabriel! You kicked him and kicked him again, bruising his body all while smiling with a content face. Swellings and dark spots were forming on that once flawless body. The more your view got blurred by red, the more you couldn’t separate him from your hatred. Oh well, you never claimed you were innocent anyway.

The beatings continued for some minutes, paired with random insults you wanted to throw at Gabriel. Looks like your anger got to your head. “Fucking whore, you think you are so much better than everyone else? You damn disgrace to your own race. God disappeared because of useless insects like you..!” Another kick, then you stomped on his chest, “fuck, I hate you Gabriel I hate you. It’s all your fault I’m like this, damn it.”

After calming down from your sudden outburst, you panted heavily. Now this was what you needed, a punching bag to vent your anger to. Your eyes fixated on him and only him, anything else didn’t matter anymore. Maybe you’ll get a complaint from the owner, but what are they gonna do, you were way more important than them.

Even though the ball gag wasn’t there anymore the angel beneath you didn’t scream a single time, the vibrators also weren’t turned off. All he did was gasp or whine while crying quietly. “Hic… hah..ha-haaa…” He didn’t cry due to the pain and torture, it was something else not even he understood. He smiled as he cried, watching you being so fixated on him you almost forgot to breath. His body looked like a war, or as if he tripped over paint with how many blue, purple or brown spots were spread on his skin. Not to mention all that red, even the tips of his once blond hair were dyed crimson now. The overwhelming smell of blood was filling your nostrils. Normally you weren’t a fan of that, however right now it didn’t bother you.

His wrists has bruises from the binds, his legs still twitched once in a while because of the toys and his stomach looked disturbing. As mentioned beforehand, bruises, bites and blood were present, also his vomit and cum made itself clear. There were other unidentified things mixed up in that toxic venom too, maybe some dirt and sweat. You didn’t care enough to try to figure it out though. It was damn disgusting how everything dripped down his body onto the mattress, and the smell was starting to get overwhelming. Not because of the blood but the other things. Nevertheless it felt good, knowing you’ll be the fall of him.

In the midst of this messy, unorganised situation, you hugged him. Currently unbothered by the fact that all the dirt and filth will get on your clothes too. You finally turned off the vibrators and took the toys out of him, an inaudible moan slipped from his lips as you did that. “Ah-..hng…” his wrists were bound together, but he was still able to move them, so he wrapped his arms around your neck. Raphael was holding onto you so tightly it was addictive. How would he react if you suddenly left like last time? Would he cry out in despair? Ah, that face must be really pretty…

He tried to hug you even tighter, probably using all his strength, despite that fact it felt like nothing. You really wore him out, enough for a seraphim to become this inexcusable disgrace. It must have been the stress building up inside you for the past few months, the stress of dealing with your harsh reality which led you to do such inhuman things to him. Who cares though, you were in hell already you can’t fall even deeper.

How he clung to you so desperately, how he whispered your name with that meek voice of his, it made you want to ruin him more. You cupped his cheeks, and pulled his eyepatch down. His hidden eye was a little bruised, maybe from a fight otherwise nothing special. How you wanted to pluck his eyeballs, they were so pretty after all. Raphael looked up at you with big eyes and shaky breath, as if he was expecting something. You kissed his forehead gently and slowly made your way over to his earlobes, now licking them with your tongue. The angel still had that pink blush covering his face as he enjoyed the first fluff moment he received since his creation, shuddering a tiny bit whenever you touched or caressed him. Then you whispered:

“you are so miserable it’s funny.” He didn’t have the strength to really answer you, so he just turned his head towards you. The confusion in his eyes were really noticeable. “Angels are so delusional and depraved, I have to hold back my laughter.” After saying that, you chuckled into his ear, “you’re such a crude and vulgar being, at this point I don’t even think you qualify as an angel. If there anything about you that says ‘graceful’ and ‘divine’? I think not judging by the state you are in.” You made sure to take little break between each sentence, so that he had time registering what you said. In the meantime you’d blow hot air against his ears. “Not even god wants you, you are a mistake, a flaw that shouldn’t exist.” He tensed up after hearing all that, shoulders now raised to his ears. You were clearly degrading him and making fun of him, so why was he so dazzled by your voice? As if you were hypnotising him, is there anything he could do in this situation?

“Don’t even try to hide it, you are unwanted. Isn’t it such an honour that I’m still willing to spend my precious time with you?” You said, still grinning from ear to ear. Then you used your fingers to force his eye open, whispering agin, “Hey, Raphael, you don’t deserve happiness. Please be unhappy a lot, so that I can be happy.”

“…what?” He seemed a bit confused, clearly finding it hard to come to terms with what you said. How could he anyway? He really didn’t want to believe your words, yet they sounded like a prayer, like a prophesy that was deciding over his fate. “You are all alone with no one to depend on. You are disposable and worthless. I’m the only one you have.” It felt like needled were poking at his heart, no, they were stabbing it. His head was empty, only the words you uttered were ringing in his ears. “Why don’t you come down to hell, heaven is too good for you. You don’t deserve that, just like how you don’t deserve your position.” Your voice was calm the entire time, though it somewhat drifted into being exited. Raphael thought about it and asked in a weak voice, “what is it you want me to do…?” “Your wings, I want them. Show me your wings.”

“…” silence. He didn’t hear anything. Then a beeping noise rang in his ears, unwilling to leave him alone. “Ah, ah.. ugh- ah, hah..haha…” he laughed. His body shook as he did. All he thought was, ‘god, what should I do?’ A wave of nausea washed over him, as if his brain was being cooked. “That’s sick, you know the wings are an angels pride? It’s a gift from our beloved god!” “Exactly, you don’t really deserve that now do you?” Ah… does he really have to answer that question? You knew the answer to it anyway. His heartbeat went faster, the urge to puke came back and he felt sick. He felt horrible, downright awful. It was becoming unbearable, that empty void he tried so hard to escape from, that he desperately tried to fill was eating him alive from the inside. He was so deep in thought so that saliva was running down his chin again, adding onto the turmoil.

You hugged him tighter, whispering in a low voice again, “poor thing, such a pitiful thing you are. It’s better to be at rock bottom than fighting for something you’ll never have. Even if god comes back he wouldn’t look at you, you are way too insignificant.” You caressed his cheeks again, showing him a comforting smile which hid your internal motives. “Shut up..” he trembled, “shut up, shut up, please, shut up… stop, stop it- please, stop, stop, stop it…!” He clawed at your shirt, making himself even smaller and curling into a ball.

It was too much. He doesn’t want this anymore. The best would be if he couldn’t feel and think, if he didn’t need to do anything. All he wanted now was to live comfortably, and the only comfort he could find was arching in pain by your hands, while being comforted by the same ones. You were filling that void inside him with poison, and he’d gladly eat every last drop.

Slowly he spread his wings, two pure white things appeared from his back and white feathers started flying around the room. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, something he was never done with anyone before. Hah, he has never even hugged anyone until now. You reached for his wings, rubbing the base and wrapping your hand around his wing bones, the other one was stroking his hair. How did Michael rip those off so easily? Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to make it pretty. While Raphael clung to you like his life depended on it, you brushed your fingertips over his soft feathers. They really are too good for him, maybe you’ll try and get a clean cut to gift them to andrealphus. He’d love them.

Suddenly something snapped, you could feel it due to the shift of strength. He bit down on your shoulder even more, enough to leave a mark on you too. The most of his voice got muffled by your shoulder. His on the other hand convulsed and trembled. Ah.. it hurts, it hurts.. but it’s worth it, it’s worth it, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Easier than expected.” You muttered under your breath. It was impossible to pull the entire wing and bones off, which is why you had to break the bones. Raphael was still clenching his teeth and bearing the pain while you started to work on the second one. At this point your hands were completely red, the feathers were also tainted red. More blood stormed out from the newly opened wound, it made everything even more chaotic and bloody than it already was. His shirt, which you cut open earlier, was also no longer white. He was covered in red from head to toes.

The second time went a bit better than the first, because now you had ‘experience’. It was fun. The sound of bone shattering and breaking, the feeling of flesh tearing from under your palms and seeing how much you could do with your own hands. A soft and gentle smile made itself apparent across your face. Raphael screamed in agony, crying, shaking and smiling as he did. He doesn’t even know why he is smiling. Has he finally lost his mind? It’s not a bad feeling, but it is confusing. Haha.

Now that you took everything from him he looked no different than a normal human. Or rather like a hurt animal depending on you. At the rate he was bleeding, he was going to bleed out, yet all you two did was hug each other for different reasons. Somehow both of you didn’t care, you only assured him with, ‘I’ll take you to lucifer’s hospital after this,’ as you kept fumbling with his now red hair. It’s the first time you ever got to enjoy yourself like this, you weren’t going to ever let him go now. Who knows, next time it might be Gabriel whose wings you are holding in your palms. After all, it’s not enough to just keep the bird in a cage, you need to break its wings and keep it shackled, only then it will truly belong to you.

[rinatic]

NCT: favourite positions

A/n: my first post in 3821592 years! I'm very sorry guye for not posting but i kinda have writer's block + college shit because I'm a junior and I'm literally regretting choosing my major omggg 😭 anyways i decided to post something before the year ends and it's slutty asf lol anyways I'm apologizing again for not posting for too long :(

Taeil

Cowgirl - he strikes me as a guy who doesn't like to move a lot during sex, and he likes being at the mercy of his girl often so i see him loving this position the most. He also can see your face and know how his cock is making you feel. Also, it makes him feel like he's just your human sex toy and it turns him on so much + the eye contact is the sexiest thing ever with this one.

Johnny

One on bed, one standing - this hoe.. he feels powerful when he's having sex in this position, holding you by the waist and just jamming his dick inside you like you're gonna run away. Johnny definitely likes to have sex with eye contact so he can fuck up all your senses, he also loves watching you squirm and tear up as he's rearranging your insides with his dick, he's very much all about control and sensuality.

Taeyong

69 - he seems like a switch to me but is more into being the sub one, i see him liking to have his girl's pussy on his face, it stimulates him so much and it's even better if she rocks her hips and move it on his face. He LOVES oral. Having you going down on him and hin doing the same at the same time is just so hot, and you two receive equal pleasure together, he likes it when oral is used for more than just foreplay.

Yuta

Doggy style - i will forever see yuta as a huge dom and i won't believe otherwise, my boy likes to assert his dominance even when it comes to positions. I see him manhandling his girl, throwing her into the bed, in all fours, grab her waist and puts it then he just moves like he didn't have sex in years, if yuta wants to fix positions during sex he won't tell you to, instead, he'll move you according to his mood. I see him using one hand on your back to bend it down and make your ass higher while the other hand is holding your jaw roughly to force you into looking at his lustful eyes.

Doyoung

Spooning - having your bare back against his chest, his hips smacking your ass while he's kissing your neck is what doyoung is about. He likes this position because he can hold and feel your boobs and it won't feel awkward, he also seems to enjoy hitting it from the back, also the ratio of your bare back to your waist and hips is just a huge turn on for him. He definitely won't be able to think of anything else.

Jaehyun

Reverse cowgirl - he'll be like "do it yourself" and pretend he's to be lazy while he actually wants to see how you would look riding him this way, and he doesn't want his expression to give it away lol so he asks you to ride him like this, he's enjoying the sight of his dick going in and out of you. It gets pretty intense and he loses control near the climax so he grabs your hair with one hand and the other is wrapped around your waist.

Jungwoo

Against the wall - when he's feeling sexy and confident, jungwoo will show you this shamless side of him and push you against the wall, holding your hips firm in his hands while adjusting his body so his cock can enter your pussy with no trouble, you're forced to hold onto the wall while he jams his dick inside you and his pretty lips spreading kisses all over your jaw and neck.

Mark

Legs over shoulders - mark is a horny bastard, and he lets you know. He loves your legs, he's such a thigh guy but i really can't explain it. Having your legs over his shoulders while his dick is all the way inside you is heaven to him. His hands keep leaving pink marks on your thigh from holding it harshly, he bites your things and licks the soft skin on your legs while looking down at you.

Haechan

Missionary - this cocky whore.. haechan is a romantic at heart + he wants to see how he makes you feel so the best position for his desires is missionary, he grabs both of your hands and puts it above your head so you won't be able to touch anything. He likes seeing you this helpless and vulnerable. Also lemme tell you that the intense eye contact almost never stops, it is always passionate with this hoe.

[a-rat-who-writes]

Baxter's Alphabet

This includes NSFW ideas of what Baxter Ward is like during sex or after, please do not read if you are under the age of 18 <3 (Written by Rat #2)

A- Aftercare (What are they like): Baxter is a very gentle person when it comes to aftercare, regardless of whether he was rough just a moment prior. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the bathtub and clean your body for you, making sure he is extra gentle around your sensitive areas. (He always has a candle on a shelf that he lights for this exact occasion.) He isn't one to ask for aftercare himself, but he won't ever tell you not to give him cuddles or to even wash him too.

B- Body Part (Their favorite of their own and yours): His favorite body part of you would have to be your eyes. He is an absolute sucker for eye contact, especially in sensual moments when you want to look away and hide your embarrassment. He loves how your eyes look at every feature of his face, as well as how your eyes give away your emotions so easily to him. His favorite feature of himself would have to be his hands, simply because this mfer is confident as hell in what he can bring to the table with them. Let’s just say that during those 5 years of separation, he tried desperately not to think about you and how much of an effect you had on him, so much so that he went through other women trying to simply forget, gaining skill with his hands and fingers.

C- C*m / Clothes After (Where they do it): Most of the time he is conscious about wearing a condom before doing any sort of sexual activity with you, but on the off chance he isn’t wearing one, he will usually try and have it go over your thighs, or if you okay it, over your breasts.

D- Dirty Secret (A dirty secret or a guilty pleasure during sex): Something he likes is the idea of using a toy in public. Specifically, he enjoys putting a sort of vibrator in you and then using a remote to change the rhythm or speed of it. He gets immense pleasure just watching you struggle as he turns the speed up higher, especially after your climax.

E- Experience (How experienced are they): Before coming to Sunset Bird, he dated a few women but only ended up having a hookup with one of them. After reuniting with you (a little headcannon), he tried to take his mind off the effect you had on him by going through other women, gaining a lot of skill in the process, and understanding how they react to different things. With you, though, everything feels so much more real and alive, unlike the previous people he was with. Despite knowing what should make you finish quickly, he often has you tell him exactly what you like and how you like it.

F- Favorite Position: Baxter gives G-whiz or reverse Ballet Dancer vibes. For G-whiz, I think he would enjoy being able to fully see you while also having full access to see and touch your chest. You’re fully comfortable in this position, and he loves feeling your back arch while your hips are against him. Now, the reverse Ballet Dancer position isn’t to jab at him for him teasing the MC in the game about him lying about being one, but I think since he has a thing for quickies, this is a good position for him to get you used to and because it’s a little more difficult than the traditional Ballet Dancer position (He also likes this position too). He secretly puts you in this position because he enjoys feeling your butt rock on his abdomen.

G- Goofy (Are they serious at the moment, goofy, nervous, etc.): For the most part, he is pretty in the moment, so he doesn’t tend to laugh unless you are nervous, in which case he will reassure you that he loves the way you sound, feel, or taste, depending on what he is doing.

H- Horny (How horny do they typically get and what gets them turned on.): When you two are near each other, he often likes to be a little possessive of you with his touches, whether it’s out in public and grazing your thigh under a table, at a movie theater and whispering what he wants to do to you, or even when you are hanging out with your friends and he has you sit on his lap instead of in a different seat or cushion. (He only does this to tease you, but if you’re into it, he will fuck you whenever you want him to.) He also has a thing for PDA, so this makes it easy and natural for him.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantically, do they touch a lot, sensual?): He loves doing little romantic acts before acting on anything, and he is definitely the type of lover to enjoy the physical connection between you two. When you two are having sex, though, he likes holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against it (especially when he eats you out). After you two take off your clothes, he likes to whisper dirty things as he moves his lips down or up the center of your body. Often, he has you put your hand on his cheek when he does this, and he holds it there to create a little bit of extra intimacy before getting to it.

J- Jack off (How often do they?): Often, after you both get together again and you two aren’t by each other, he will spend the early mornings thinking of you, which usually leads him to replay the scenario when you two had sex after Jude and Scott’s wedding. (In-game, this didn’t happen, but it’s a little hc of mine.) He then begins to slowly touch himself, thinking it was you. (He definitely whines and whimpers too. When he has a little extra time, he also edges himself.)

K- Kink (One or more of their kinks): He is a man of multiple kinks, but mainly he likes food play, light bondage, and voyeurism. Since he is a wedding planner, he likes the idea of putting frosting on you and licking it off of your neck or on your inner thighs. He also enjoys the idea of you doing the same thing to him, but he has a thing for doing it more to you. He also enjoys light bondage, not to you– but to himself. A little shocking. He is open to a lot of ideas, but the idea of you doing whatever you want to him (consensually) and him not expecting it adds a hint of thrill to the whole experience for him. He enjoys a good blindfold, which allows him to use his hands to explore your body and try to figure out what your next move will be. (Bonus points if you use tights you were previously wearing to blindfold him.) Now, voyeurism. He likes the idea of using a camera to capture the moment and being able to rewatch it himself or with you when he can. He also LOVES the idea of fucking you in front of a mirror and being able to see you from behind at an angle he wouldn’t be able to see otherwise, or even looking at how much of a mess he is for you in the moment. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist, which I’ll explain more in L.

L- Location (Favorite place to do it; where is it most often?): Since I previously mentioned how Baxter is an exhibitionist, he likes the thrill of doing it outside or where there are windows. He is into the idea of a car, a balcony in a hotel, or even a hot tub. There is something about him that loves the idea of the slow movements in the dark and water and being able to press you against the tile of a pool or hot tub, making the moment all the more sensual since he tends to stay up during the night on weekends.

M- Motivation (What turns them on): He is a sucker for physical touch, so he loves it when the both of you are making out and you begin to trace your fingertips along the outline of his body or when you gently touch the nape of his neck. In moments where you are a bit more confident, he internally goes absolutely crazy when you tease him by licking sugar or just the rim of a glass (Bonus points if it’s a glass he drank out of) for a little bit longer than you should. He is also in love with the idea of eye contact while you do things like this, indirectly teasing him back.

N- NO (What is off-limits, or something they would not do during sex?): Baxter is more of a gentle lover than a rough one, so it is out of the question for him to hit you in any sort of way. Even if you ask him to spank you (yes, spanking even), he hesitates a little before doing it in a respectful and mostly gentle manner. However, he isn’t against choking, unlike Cove, because Baxter knows how to properly cut off the blood circulation without hurting you. He will always make sure you know if he will ever do anything to purposely cause you pain at all (Such as spanking or tugging at your hair) because he is all about communication and establishing boundaries before indulging in any kinks.

O- Oral (How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving): Depending on what you prefer, he plays off of that. He is always willing to do whatever you wish, putting your desires a bit before his own, but he will make sure that if he doesn’t get satisfied one way, he will find a way to be in another (consensually, of course). He loves eating you out and watching you as you occasionally play with yourself, or even helping him by rubbing your cl*t as he sucks underneath and licks around your finger(s) as it / they work. He won’t ever turn down a blowjob or a handj*b, though, and he fully enjoys watching you as you take him in your mouth.

P- Pace/Physical (Are they fast and rough? How quickly? Do they like to bruise or give hickeys?) He is head over heels over the idea of you giving him hickeys just above where the collar of his shirt would rest, making him unable to cover it when he goes to work the following day. He in turn also loves giving you soft hickeys along the different parts of your body, whether it's places where he can be more gentle, such as your collarbone or neck, or places where he needs to put more attention, such as your torso, breasts, or inner thighs. When he is with you, he always makes sure to take it slow and at your pace in the beginning before amping it up, whether you take control or not. He enjoys the feeling of pumping himself into you and giving you kisses while he loses himself in the moment.

Q- Quickie (How often and their opinions on this over proper sex): It is difficult for him to say one way or another, but he is more than willing to stop his work day for a couple of minutes if you happen to stop by. He is more of a spontaneous person when it comes to sex, preferring it to just happen rather than to be planned out, so he doesn’t have a specific preference over the other. He enjoys being able to make you finish so quickly, stroking his ego a bit, but he also loves watching you squirm and, over time, build up the sensitivity and all of his movements in one moment for a slow and probably more pleasurable release. He enjoys the feeling of being able to run his hands quickly over your body, and you do the same to him, but he also values the moments where he can have his touch and your taste linger on one another.

R- Risk (Are they willing to do it with others around?): As I’ve mentioned, Baxter has a thing for not only watching the two of you but also involving the risk of being seen or heard by others as well. He is more than willing, and it actually turns him on when you two get steamy in the next room over from other people with the idea in mind that they could hear the two of you. He is also into PDA, not heavily so, but if the time calls for it, he will happily make out with you in front of people regardless of whether they are watching. If you are also into exhibitionist activities, then he will go almost too far and have sex with you in front of people if you aren’t careful about it. If you aren’t into that stuff, he respects it fully, understanding that it isn’t everyone's idea of fun, and he will keep the hand-roaming to a minimum in front of people in heated moments.

S- Stamina (How many rounds and how long are the rounds): Despite how much I’m making him out to be, he is pretty average when it comes to the amount of time he lasts. After he left Sunset Bird, no one else ever made him feel the same, and so whenever you touch him sexually, it always drives him overboard, making him finish much faster when he is with you, no matter the other men or women he has been with. (It’s like he was yours the whole time.)

T- Toy (Do they own some or use it on themselves or their partner): He likes the idea of using toys to spice up your time together. He is a fan of using tiny eggs and ball gags if you are interested in that. He won’t usually bring it up initially because he is very confident in the idea that he can make you c*m quickly or overstimulate you, but he also likes the idea of watching you struggle and shudder as a toy is inside you.

U- Unfair (How much they like to tease or get teased): He absolutely loves teasing you and watching you squirm when in the bedroom. It’s a huge turn-on for him, and he loves the look you have in your eye when you submit to him. Just as it is fair, though, you also tease him occasionally, and he is fully willing to fall into your little traps and be dominated by you every once in a while. Something he loves doing is that when you get embarrassed and turn your head away, he will slowly bring two fingers up to your chin to make you look at him. (Bonus points if you’re looking down because he will tap under your chin to make you look up at him.)

V- Volume (How loud are they and what sounds do they make): He usually is one to be quiet during a quickie, but he always grunts in your ear, giving you praise as he makes you lose your mind. When you two are going at it, he does get a little louder, whimpering and whining a little. You’d think he’d be more of the quiet and aggressive type, but when he is being topped, he is like a little puppy for you. When he is being a dom, he often lets out quiet and breathy laughs that often get interrupted with a low groan or curse from him due to how good you feel.

W- Wild card (A headcanon) He is a sucker for eating you out when you’re standing up, so one time when you came to his office late into the day, he got down on his knees and put one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. He held onto one of your legs as he lapped up all of your fluids, and despite being the one who was giving, he looked up at you with such bedroom eyes the whole time, as if he were begging you to continue letting him do this for you.

X- X-Rated (Do they watch porn to get off, or watch movies while you do it?): Since he is a bit of a voyeurist, he does enjoy watching p*rn, but he primarily enjoys watching the films you both make, making sure to intently watch how your face contorts and changes due to the different things he does. When you both have sex, he usually doesn’t have anything playing since he likes to be fully focused on you, but if you wish to put on some sort of music or a film in the background, he won’t be against it. He simply wishes to be able to hear all of your moans and your soft breaths while he roams your body.

Y- Yearning (How much do they do it with you?): He will do it just about any day you want him to. He will ask to do it probably at least twice a week, but it oftentimes ends up being much more than that since you two are a bit of a mess for each other. Since he is a sort of romantic and sensual type of lover, even his whispering something into your ear can get you going, and he will fully indulge you if you wish to have sex or a quickie.

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?): Baxter always makes sure you are taken care of before he rests, but he often tries to stay awake as long as possible to watch over you if you are in a public setting such as at a friend's house, or if the two of you are alone, he will try and stay up as long as possible just so he can continue to feel your slow breathing and your soft body against his, cherishing every moment he has with you. It typically takes him anywhere from 5-10 minutes to fall asleep, though, since you two go for multiple rounds.

[storiesofsvu]

Lunch Hours with Professor Blake

Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, grinding, light bondage, spanking, punishment, role playing, mommy kink, strap sucking, semi public sex. (and before anyone even thinks of it. no. there will not be a part two. that is why they are called one shots. it's just easier to end fics without a full wrap up sometimes, okay?)

Alex always enjoyed it when you came by campus to drop off lunch or coffee. Somedays it was just coffee mid lecture, where she’d spot you sneaking into the back row until she had a spare moment to thank you quickly before you disappeared. Others it was that she’d forgotten her packed lunch at home, this was especially frequent when she did it the night before, stashed away in the fridge away from seeing eyes.

And then there were days like today.

Days where sure, you had a bag of takeout with you, but you had very ulterior motives, knowing she had a free period after lunch on Thursdays. Days when you would swing the door shut behind you, flicking the lock for assured privacy. Days when you would show up looking utterly adorable, hair loosely curled around your shoulders and a cute little sundress clinging to your frame in all the right places.   

Alex was leant back in her chair, more than well aware that your eyes were doing their best not to linger too much on the bulge in her pants. You were leaning against her desk facing her, her hand softly trailing up the skin of your thigh, daring to sneak under the hem of your dress as she wrapped up a phone call. She twirled the fabric around her fingers, the tips getting higher and higher on your thigh until she finally slid her hand up to the apex between your thighs. She stuttered in her conversation, looking up at you with a curious expression before raising a brow, a gleam evident in her eye when she hung up the phone.

“Darling girl I think you left the house forgetting something.”

“Yeah well you’re the one who left the house with a little extra something. Professor.”

“That isn’t an attitude I’m hearing is it?”

“Of course not mommy.” You feigned a pout and she clicked her tongue, watching the way your eyes dragged down to her lap once again.

“Good. Because I’ve still got some marking to do before I can attend to you. Why don’t you have a seat?”

With a wicked grin on your lips you very eagerly climbed onto her lap, settling your legs on the outside of her hips and let out a happy sigh at the feeling of her cock through her pants on your bare cunt. You nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing at her skin softly as her arm wrapped around you.

“Good girl.” She murmured, free hand reaching down to tilt your chin up to her so she could kiss you softly, “you’re welcome to get all hot and bothered but don’t you dare come.”

“Yes mommy.” You nodded, smiling when she kissed you once more, this time her tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring, twirling against your tongue for a moment before her teeth sunk into your lip and you moaned instantly, grinding down onto her cock and the moan shifted into a whine that she chuckled at.

Her hand slid up your back, tangling into your hair and tugging at the roots slightly before directing your face back to the crook of her neck again, her teeth nipping at the skin of your own. You let out a breathy whine, grinding your hips down, a gasp leaving your lips when you clit dragged right along the ridge of her cock. Alex let out a dark chuckle, one hand picking up a pen as she began her work while the other slid down your back, groping at your ass.

“Well?” She asked, spanking at your ass, her hand guiding your hips to roll, your cunt dragging the length of the toy hidden in her pants.

You braced yourself on the chair, your breath hot on her neck as you lazily began to get yourself off.  Alex’s hand snuck under your dress, fingers pinching at the globe of your ass, grabbing tightly and spanking softly every so often to urge you to not stop. She could feel herself getting wetter as you rolled your hips down onto her, the whimpers and breathy moans escaping your lips were going right into her ear and she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus for very long. Your fingers dug into her shoulder, nails indenting her skin through her shirt as your body trembled and she was finally able to toss down her pen after getting through one measly assignment.

“You really like this don’t you? Being a needy little thing while mommy ignores you?”

“More…” You whined and she pinched at your ass, “please Professor Blake.”

“That’s better.” She purred, her hand tangling into your hair once again, pulling you up from the crook of her neck so she could capture your lips in a heated kiss. Her tongue surged into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you continued to rock your hips, dragging your cunt across the length of her cock, clit brushing against it with each roll.

Alex broke free of the kiss, looking up at you with a smirk, your chest was already starting to heave, your eyes barely able to stay open as pleasure tingled through you, your kiss swollen lips parted slightly.

“Oh god…” you whispered.

“So beautiful.” She murmured, her hand sliding up your body between your tits and up your neck before her fingers wrapped around it, squeezing gently and you ground yourself harder on her cock.

Another squeeze to your throat and her hand tickled down to the neckline of your dress, fingers pulling the fabric down to expose your tits. She leant forward, lips wrapping around you, sucking your nipple into her mouth and you groaned, your back arching with pleasure at the sensation. Her tongue flicking over your bud, sucking more of you into her mouth and your hand clutched at the back of her head, a heavy whine in the back of your throat. You could feel your pussy clenching around nothing, shocks vibrating through you with each flick of her tongue, a gasp breaking free of your lips when her fingers copied her ministrations on the opposite side. Your thighs trembled around hers and your body started to shake the way it did right before you were about to come and she pulled away, fingers flicking at one nipple while she blew cool air directly onto the other one and you let out a whine of frustration, pouting down at her.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” She scolded, grasping your hips and hoisting you up onto her desk, “now let’s see that pretty pussy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You shifted back onto the desk, tugging the skirt of your dress up around your hips but the distraction of your drenched cunt wasn’t enough for Alex to miss the darkening stain on the front of her pants. She glanced from it, wet and a little creamy, up to you, finding you blushing.

“You little slut.” She tutted, “look at the fucking mess you made. You were touching yourself before you got here weren’t you?” She raised a brow and you and you sheepishly nodded.

“Sorry Professor Blake… just missed you..”

“You’re damn lucky I keep a change of clothes here.” Standing from her chair her hands went to her belt buckle and your eyes dropped to the stain on her pants, your cheeks heating, it was far worse than you’d expected. “Because this is something you can’t clean with that pretty mouth of yours.” The leather of her belt swooshed through her belt loops and you gulped, “turn around and bend over, you deserve this punishment.”

Alex expertly looped the belt back around itself, holding it in one hand now as her other one came to flip up the skirt of your dress to expose your ass as you bent over the desk, fingers already clawing at the wood in anticipation. The leather dragged up your inner thigh then down the other before it teased at your cunt, your juices smearing onto the belt and you whimpered. You felt it smearing your wetness across the cheeks of your ass,

“How many do you think you deserve, hmm? And remember you better be fucking quiet, can’t have us getting caught. What would the other students think? Knowing you like to be a little whore for extra credit?”

“Hmmhm.” You nodded and the belt thwacked gently against your ass.

“Manners.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise Professor.”

“That’s better.”

Her hand smoothed over the supple skin of your ass, the number question had been rhetorical of course, if she had you count out loud you both knew you’d be far too loud considering the setting. She would make you be as loud as possible later, in the privacy of your bedroom. She pinched your ass and your body tensed, knowing that was her warning shot before the belt cracked over your left cheek and you let out a little whimper, your body shaking against the desk.

“Good girl.” She cooed, her hand soothing over the sting momentarily before she hit your other cheek, quickly  jumping back to the first, watching the way you tugged your lower lip into your mouth in an attempt to stifle your moans.

Your skin was prickling, the sting from each of the spanks bringing you higher pleasure than the one before. You wished Alex would go even harder, but knew she couldn’t right now, the noise was too precise, though she did let the final one crack down against your skin at her usual heaviness and you couldn’t help the groan that slipped from your lips. Your pussy was pulsing around nothing, juices dripping down your legs as you ached for her to stuff you full of her cock.

“Please Professor…” You whined, your head turning to look back at her as one of your hands reached back in an attempt to grasp at her arm and she swatted at you with the belt.

“None of that. You were bad darling. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch and now you’ve gone and ruined my pants. You’ve lost the touching privilege.”

In one swift movement she grabbed your wrists in one had, expertly looping the belt around them so they were tied together behind your back, leaving you lying against the desk with a whine. The leather was cool against your burning skin, bringing you down a level despite your cunt pulsing with each touch of Alex’s fingers. You heard her pants unzip and gasped when the tip of her cock trailed through your folds, smearing with your juices.

“You better stay quiet.” She growled the warning right before thrusting her hips, plunging the entirety of the toy into your waiting heat.

“Fuck.” You muttered through gritted teeth, wanting to keep your promise in hopes for a reward later on.

“You can take it; I know you can.” She murmured, her hand grasping the leather between your wrists to yank you back towards her, pulling you down on her cock as she set a rather brutal pace.

Your teeth sunk into your lip, muffled moans breaking through as quietly as you could while she fucked you, rolling her hips with each thrust so that the tip of her cock would hit the spongey spot within you. You wanted to scream, wanted to feel her body on you, wanted to thread your fingers through hers, instead your hands continued to clench and unclench into fists bound by the belt. You could feel the pit burning deep within you growing larger with each thrust of Alex’s hips, fire prickling under your skin and you ached for more.

“S—so close.” You gasped, pleasure surging through you, heat about to break your resolve, “p.. please Professor…”

“Such a good girl you are.” She cooed, nearly panting herself as she fucked you senseless, “doing so good, taking mommy’s cock so deep maybe you’ll get your grade bumped up two levels.”

“More!” You whined, a cry leaving your lips before you managed to bite down on your lip once again, your arms already aching in your bonds.

“Oh, but you’re so close already.” She taunted, her hips rocking into yours as your pussy pulsated around her cock, every ridge rubbing against your walls and you were holding back every noise you craved to make, your thighs beginning to tremble and you knew it if wasn’t for her hold on the belt you would’ve been crashing into the desk. “are you going to come for me, naughty girl, come all over your professor’s cock for a better grade?”

“Mmm.” You groaned, “right— ah, fuck! Right there…”

Alex’s hips thrusted against you once more, deep into your pussy and you were right on the brink, your entire body tingling as your eyes scrunched shut as you ascended to your peak. And then Alex suddenly pulled out, her cock vanishing from your warmth and your eyes shot open, you couldn’t help the tears springing into them as you let out a loud whine.

“I—”

She yanked you up by the belt and your dress fell back down over your naked lower half before she pushed your shoulders, “on your knees.” You did as she asked and her hand wrapped around her cock, “now there is a mess you can clean up if you really want that extra credit.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Doing your best not to pout you leant forward, your lips wide so she could guide the toy into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around, moaning at the taste of yourself. You sucked, your cheeks hollowing in an attempt to properly clean it off. Alex’s fingers threaded into your hair and you were unsure if she was about to thrust into your throat or was simply guiding you,

“That’s it sweetheart.” She cooed and you realized it was the latter, “such a good little cock slut you are.”

“Mmm.” You moaned around her cock, head bobbing a few more times before you sucked hard and popped off for a proper breath, having barely caught your own since she pulled out of you.  

Alex, satisfied with your work, reached out, her hand caressing your cheek before she softly tugged on your shoulder, effectively pulling you up to standing and turning you around to undo the belt.

“Good girl.” She praised, leaving a kiss on your shoulder as you let out a relieved sigh, finally being able to move your arms again.  She tucked her cock back into her pants, doing them up quickly before dropping into her chair and pulling you into her lap, urging you to nestle into the crook of her neck again while her hands soothed up and down your back. After a few minutes to catch your breath you shifted up so you could kiss her gently.

“That certainly was something else.” You murmured with a giggle and she chuckled, pecking you before leaning back in her chair, her hands gently rubbing at your thighs.

“I’ll say.” She grinned, “think you would’ve just earned yourself the highest grade possible.”

“Shame I graduated twelve years ago.” You teased and she laughed before kissing you again, “can’t believe you didn’t let me come.”

“Oh don’t worry darling.” She pinched at your thigh and you gasped, “I’ll make sure to take perfect care of you once I get home.”

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#5

Have I written academically on 19th-century medical demonstrations as performance? Yes, I have.

Drarry, because that's shared our thing.

Bonus points if you can work in the phrase: "cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor."

(That is an actual description from one of Charcot's medical demonstrations. Yep.)

(Also thank you to @wolfpadx for tagging me in the original version of this. I'm only capable of focusing on one story at a time so I don't have any WIPs either.)

Sigh. Only for you, babe. Everyone else: proceed with caution. This is the Exhibition Kink to end all Exhibition Kinks. I truly have nothing to say for myself, except turn your trauma into kink ig.

(from this prompt) 5. Medical examiner/surgery theater viewing thingie but at a kink club.

I present to you, Harry Potter and the Sex Baton:

Okay so Draco and Harry run into each other at a magical kink club and reconnect. They begin playing together, lots of chemistry, find that they are really into this one idea no one has quite done so they give it a go. They do some smaller test scenes with just friends/trusted people from the club first, and then they are ready for the Big Performance. They are being featured at the club that weekend, there's been lots of publicity around it.

"The Chosen Hole. Savior of the Wizarding Wank. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck" (EDITOR'S NOTE someone please come up with something better than this i beg you). The invite list is strict and requires vetting by both Harry and Draco. It's important the only people attending truly want to see this and are sex-positive, kink-educated. No one there to actually mock or be cruel.

And here is the scene:

Harry is on some sort of observational stage with 360 views. Theater in the round, if you will. I'd love for it to be like an amphitheater so it feel more like a lecture or a demonstration, where the audience is situated higher than the performers.

Harry is there, on his knees, naked, waiting, tied up and blindfolded, hard, leaking, flushed. Clearly desperate. Behind him is a table spread out with various intimidating looking magical objects and tools. As people file in, they are encouraged to take pictures, make observations and notes as they get settled, discuss with one another what they are seeing. Sounds of low murmuring, gentle, sultry music, a few quiet whistles of disbelief, the general ~vibe~ where you know people are leering. Staring.

Then the house lights dim, the spotlight comes on, and the demonstration begins. Draco enters wearing (insert your preferred fantasy outfit here. Daddy leather? A clean white lab coat? Casual, sexy muggle attire-- a suit no tie, perhaps?). Draco welcomes everyone and is pleased to demonstrate Just What a Desperate Slutty Whore Harry James Potter is. Harry wants to show everyone so badly, "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes sir, please let me show them."

So Draco proceeds to tease and edge and do all manners of filthy things to Harry Potter in front of this audience. The tone from Draco is very calm, in charge, a little neutral/removed, like he isn't being affected at all while Harry is getting messier and messier. Use your imagination here:

We can start with just letting Harry touch himself. Draco unties just his wrists, directs him to wank himself off in front of all these people who are here to see just how badly he wants it. Obviously lots of praise talk, dirty talk, orgasm control.

At some point, of course, there will be instructions to turn around, bend over, spread yourself, stick your fingers inside, show everyone how good your hole takes your own fucking fingers. We can start getting some tools and toys involved, like a dildo that magically increases in size incrementally on every thrust so everyone can see his hole getting more and more stretched. Lots of magical lube/oil, so everything is wet and glistening.

Just because Draco isn't all hot and bothered and slutty like Harry, doesn't mean he doesn't get to have any fun. There will be plenty demonstrations of how good Harry takes it: how good he takes cock in every hole, how he drinks and licks every drop of come spent like it's fucking ice cream and begs for more, bends to every one of Draco's commands, performs every requested sex act with such enthusiasm, takes everything Draco gives him, one bit at a time, as Draco is talking it all through to the audience. He's telling them how harry feels around him, how his arse tastes, what sounds he makes when Draco touches him here vs. there, etc. etc. Turning Harry this way and that, showing off parts of his body, making Harry expose himself to an entire room full of people who want to see it, all at Draco's will.

For the grand finale, Draco has a special tool he made just for Harry. He makes a big show of taking it out, showing it to the audience, really hyping it up. Harry is still blindfolded, has no idea what it is, until suddenly something cool and buzzing touches him and he explodes, immediately, come shooting out of him and his arse spasming in an orgasm that hits from both parts of him. He's gasping, dazed, wondering what just happened, and then he's poked again---

and he orgasms again.

"Forgive the crude phrasing, but I simply call it the sex baton. A single touch forces the subject to climax immediately. The really interesting thing, here, though---" and he gently strokes the tool down harry's flank, watches as harry screams and comes and comes and comes as long at the tool is in contact with his skin---"is that it completely bypasses any refractory period the human body usually needs." Draco pulls the sex baton away. "As you can see demonstrated here, if it touches skin---" he pokes harry again, setting off a fresh round of screaming and convulsing---"the subject will be helpless not to orgasm."

Harry is panting and half-slumped over and exhausted and covered in come.

"Shall we see what happens when we insert the sex baton into our subject's greedy little hole... and leave it there?"

A murmur of agreement from the audience.

"Harry? What do you think?"

Only then, Harry cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor. (HA I DID IT EMERY!!)

So Draco calmly directs Harry until he is face down, arse up, legs spread, and without warning plunges the sex baton into his arse. Harry is left on stage gasping, voice too far gone to scream, and drenching himself in come, the magic of the baton replenishing his supply of seed endlessly. He's left there spurting over and over into this puddle he is laying in, as Draco takes his bow and the lights fade. The audience erupts into wild, enthusiastic applause.

They love it.

The love him.

BONUS: backstage pass where you can interact directly with the Whore Who Lived following the demonstration. Draco will guide observers through one-on-one interactions in small groups, encouraging touches and feels where he knows Harry will like, allowing them to masturbate to/on Harry, lets them discuss him and ask questions about him to Draco.

Okay i need to stop. There is more where this came from (and came and came and came...)

Please don't break up with me.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Sex toys in public? Like having Dabi wear something under his clothes whilst in a meeting which’ll vibrate when he tries to join in, or ask a question ;)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

"Firefly," Dabi knows he's fucked as soon as he hears Tomura's tone. 

"We have a meeting in twenty minutes." He never thought he would be the one to have to dissuade his lover from sex in favor of work, but Shigaraki is way hornier now that his brain is not constantly swimming through his repressed trauma. Duster still catches his hips as he pulls out his clothes from their closet, as if he's going to wear anything besides his uniform while they're working. His lips go over his bare shoulder as he murmurs against his skin, 

"It's going to be a boring meeting." It will be. This meeting is all keeping up to date on Detnerat and the Hearts and Minds party. All old MLA junk that they just like to be informed about, but not needing any of their input or oversight. Which means this will be painfully boring. 

"You're the one who wanted to keep these on the schedule." 

He hums in agreement. "But I can think of a way to make it more fun for us both." A hand moves to his ass, squeezing and making Dabi's nerves start to perk up and take an interest. 

"We can't," but it's only barely a protest. They haven't played in public very often, not since Kamino, but he ended up being way more into that play than he thought he would be. Duster's lips latch onto the side of his neck, licking and sucking at his skin as he grinds into his ass so Dabi can feel that he's half hard and so, so fucking tempting. "Toga's snitch nose--" 

"Toga already texted and said she's 'sick' and not going to be at the meeting today. Now, do you want to play, or do you want to keep making excuses and not get a chance to cum before we leave?" 

Dabi whimpers and rocks back into his lover. "I wanna play." 

///

Duster does let him cum, panting and trembling as he fingers him open and strokes his prostate as he murmurs a constant string of filth in his ear and then he uses a little more lube and slips a solid, medium sized plug into his body. It makes him fuller, not as full as his lover's cock, but still so good all the same. He's hazy and still desperate for more as Tomura pulls away and cleans him up, making him get dressed. Putting on the leather pants is torture, but he imagines that Tomura's not having a much better time with his cock half hard as he gets dressed too, but the large coat he always wears around during work hides him as well as Dabi's jacket does for him. The problem is, it's hot to be in all of those clothes when his quirk is already high from his need and arousal both. He doesn't know how he's going to get through this meeting without falling apart. 

Especially not when they're only just walking out of their room when Tomura turns the vibrations on and Dabi nearly drops to the floor right there. As is, his legs are shaking badly as his lover catches his arm with a smug, "Come on, precious, we're going to be late. 

"You're a bastard and I hate you." 

"Don't get mouthy, firefly, or I'll ask Re-Destro to go over the budget reports too." 

Torture. Dabi shuts his mouth and walks the best he can, and by the time they get to the meeting room he's glad that he gets to sit. He goes and sits in his chair without so much as a mumbled greeting and opens up his laptop so he can slump down and mostly hide behind it as he squeezes his thighs tight like that will distract from the vibrator moving inside of him. 

Once they're all seated, Re-Destro gets started with the meeting, and thank fucking god he doesn't have to say a thing during it, because Dabi is certain that his voice would tremble and give him away immediately. As is, he's having such a hard time not squirming around as Tomura clicks the vibe to a higher setting. He can't hear the toy, though he's convinced he should be able to, positive that everyone else must be able to, as it tries to make his world unravel at the seams. It's a constant buzz for the time being, and he hopes that after a little while, he won't be feeling it so intensely anymore. Dabi tries to stay focused, to keep his breaths even, and the presentation goes on. 

He's not expecting Tomura to turn the plug to his favorite pattern so quickly. The one that hits him with four short pulses at the highest intensity, before hitting the fifth and holding there for a few seconds before cycling low again and starting from the top. It goes from the second lowest intensity to the highest in a second and Dabi has to bite his lips hard to keep from crying out, nearly putting his head through his keyboard as he doubles over and his cock goes from half hard to aching and straining the seam of his pants in a matter of seconds. 

"Uh, Dabs, you okay man?" Spinner asks and he wants to light himself on fire. 

"F-fine." 

"...You sure? You're smoking, dude." 

Shit, shit, shit. "Fine. Just a headache. Keep going, I'm fine." He manages to sound unphased and actually forces himself to shrug out of his coat to try and get some relief from the heat. The others are still glancing over at him, but he pretends he's focusing on his notes again. 

According to the little clock on the side of his screen he lasts five more minutes before Duster changes the pattern again to a constant cycle of hard high bursts that doesn't offer his sore prostate any relief at all, and trying to shift a little in his seat only ruins him more when it puts a sharper pressure along that bundle of nerves instead of taking it off. He sees Twice glance at him and knows that he can't draw any more attention by moving again, so he has to stay there as he feels himself leaking all inside of his pants. He's sure his underwear are soaked with precum at this point, and his thighs are shaking. He is barely breathing because every breath wants to turn into a moan and he can't, he absolutely isn't going to give himself away. He couldn't survive seeing the others look at him if he does. 

But Tomura wants him to break, and the pattern changes again and the silicone starts to heat inside of him. His insides are already boiling and the constant buzz at max speed is too much. Dabi hides his face in his elbow as he pretends to cough as he can't fight it any longer, and his cock gives a pathetic twitch crushed in the confines of the tight leather and paints the inside with his spend, soaking him and leaving him humiliatingly sticky. 

"Shit dude, you sound terrible." 

"And you're red, do you have a fever? What? He looks fine to me!"

"Do you?" Tomura's voice is soft and even with false concern and if Dabi weren't desperately trying to not show that he's trembling through the aftermath of his orgasm as the plug keeps moving, he would have set him on fire. But right now he can't move, or say anything out of fear of taking a breath and sobbing as he goes so sharply overstimulated that his cock isn't even softening, staying half hard and hurting so badly because he can't possibly cum again so soon, but his body doesn't know what else to do but try to build to it while the pleasure keeps coursing through him. Duster moves over to him, pushing his hair back from his forehead and putting their foreheads together, a smug mirth shining in his eyes as he sees the desperation in Dabi's. "Hmm, you do feel hotter than normal." 

"You can tell?" Spinner backtracks as soon as the words are out of his mouth. "Never mind, of course you can. He was working with Toga yesterday, wasn't he? Maybe he caught whatever she has." 

"Could be." Tomura hums again, consideringly. "Have there been any other major developments that we should be aware of?" He asks Re-Destro. 

"No, Grand Commander, we've covered the most important items on today's agenda." 

"Alright, then why don't you compose a report for us, and we can call the meeting here today. I want to take him back to bed." 

Evil conniving bastard. 

"I--" he loses his words with a low whine as Tomura cycles to a new pattern before he tucks his phone back into his pocket and reaches for his elbow to start to help him up. 

"You're definitely not 'fine', dude, go get some rest." Because of course everyone would buy that he's sick and trying to work anyway. Tomura pulls him up and Dabi stumbles, scared that somehow they'll see the mess he's made of himself or his half-hard cock as he does. 

"Oh, firefly, are you feeling faint? Come here." And before he can protest, Tomura is handing him his coat back, and then picking him up. Dabi can't do anything but curl in tighter against his chest as the new angle lets the plug settle against a new spot and start humming its pleasure there. Tomura thanks the others for their work and carries him towards the door with the promise of 'taking good care' of him. 

"Feel better soon! I don't think he was sick at all!"

[hyperlexichypatia]

Hi! Something I’ve been wandering is if there is no point where a brain is truly fully developed, then how do we gage what age should be the age of consent? /genuine I was wandering if you have thoughts on that because it’s something I feel pretty befuddled about

First, I'm sorry this answer is a little late, because I had to think about it a little bit. I think this question, which is a good one, has almost two answers -- one for an ideal youth-topia, and one for our current, ageist, kyriarchical, very-much-not-youth-topia world.

Also, heads up, I'm going to be talking about child abuse in a few paragraphs.

In an ideal world, I think children should begin having some say over their lives and bodies as soon as they're able to express their own opinions, but in conjunction with at least one trusted adult to provide guidance. As the child gets older, the balance should gradually shift over time, with the child's opinion gradually carrying more "weight" over time. Then at some fixed end point, which should be no later than the late teens, the new young adult should have 100% autonomy with no oversight (they can still ask for advice -- which I specify because half the time this comes up, someone asks "What if a young adult wants their parents' advice!" and I have to say "Then they can call and ask, it's not illegal").

An adult will have to make pretty much all the decisions for a baby, because babies don't really know what's what. A toddler's decision-making ability mostly maxes out at picking which toy they want to play with and then crying because actually they wanted the other one. But a school-age child can start having some say in the decision-making process and can practice asking questions at the doctor's office, being included in the conversation, having things explained at their level, understanding things like "I know the shot hurts, but it will help keep you from getting sick later," or "I know you don't like taking pills, but they help your headache go away" or "If the pills don't help your headache go away, say so, and we'll ask the doctor for something that works better." And a teenager can really start taking the lead in their own decisions, with guidance, especially if things like making thoughtful decisions, asking questions, weighing pros and cons, and doing research with reliable sources has already been practiced and modeled over the years. And by the time they're in their late teens, they should have sole final say in what happens to their bodies.

But. All of that is very much the "in an ideal world, youth-topia" answer.

We do not live in an ideal youth-topia. We live in a world where many (I'm being generous and not saying "most") adults in positions of influence over children and young people intend to manipulate or exploit them ("for their own good" or otherwise), and it can be really... extremely... difficult to keep kids from being abused or exploited by parents, families, doctors, capitalists, administrators, politicians, and others.

Most of the arguments I get into are about people wanting to raise the age of majority or some other minimum standard for ""real adulthood"" to some age higher than 18, usually invoking some spurious argument about "the brain."

And I will die on the hill that this is wrong and that 18 year olds should be considered full real adults with full bodily autonomy to do whatever they want no matter how unwise anyone thinks it is -- drink, smoke, take medicine, refuse medicine, have sex, have children, get married, have abortions, get their tubes tied, whatever.

Okay, but then you might say, what about 17 year olds? What about 16 or 15? Is an 18 year old really "more mature" than a 17 year old?

Well, no, of course not. The problem is that the legal status of minors is so absolutely abysmal that, within that legal status, it's hard to asses what "consent," let alone "informed consent," even means. It's not that I think a 17 year old isn't "mature enough" to choose to have surgery, say, but an 18 year old is "mature enough." It's that when you have zero (0) legal rights, having the right to make one (1) choice is really constrained.

Throughout the U.S. -- and I'm only going to be talking about the U.S. here because I can't confidently speak to any other country's laws -- it is legal, to varying degrees (and with even more varying degrees of enforcement), for parents to beat their minor children. It is legal, to varying degrees, for parents to restrict their minor children's movement. To restrict their food. To keep them in conditions barely above prison. To send them to "troubled teen" farms that are literally prison. Even if the mistreatment crosses into some threshold of legally actionable "child abuse," there is no guarantee that the law will be at all enforced. There is no guarantee that the abuse will be stopped. At most, the government will remove the child and place them in a foster home which is likely to be just as abusive if not moreso.

I'm not saying that minors shouldn't have the legal right to make more medical and general life choices than they currently do -- they absolutely should -- I'm saying that in the absence of certain basic physical safety guarantees, a technical on-paper "choice" doesn't mean much.

Like, I just said that I would fight for 18 year olds' right to be sterilized or get married, and also, I'm vehemently opposed to sterilization of minors and firmly support raising the minimum marriage age to 18. That's not because I think decision-making maturity and wisdom magically kick in at the 18th birthday. That's because an 18 year old can leave and file assault charges when their parent says "Sign this consent form or I'll beat you and send you to a prison farm."

So... with that in mind... I do think there are ways to protect minors' right to consent. I think people over 12 or 13 should have to give their own consent for any medical procedure that isn't an immediately life-threatening emergency. And ethical doctors shouldn't perform procedures on people they have reason to believe are being coerced.

As for minors seeking out medical procedures, I think we can look at some contextual questions like: Is the need for this procedure urgent or time-sensitive? I.e. is there any reason it can't wait until the person is older? Can someone interview the young person to try to assess whether they're being coerced? Can the young person articulate the risks or give some indication that their choice is informed? Can they talk about how the medicine/treatment/procedure makes them feel? Do any adults benefit financially from the young person's decision? Are they having an undue influence over the young person? (That isn't just about medical treatment, it's also questions like "Why are child beauty pageants a thing?" and "Why do 7 year olds play American tackle football?") Have they been exposed to other points of view?

Obviously these are all really contextual questions that depend on people in power behaving ethically, which... is a lot to depend on.

So. That's my long answer. I guess.

Final note, mostly I'm talking about medical treatment in general and life decisions in general, but I wanted to quickly mention transition and gender-affirming care in particular. I do support youth gender-affirming care. I didn't always. When I first heard about youth transition, I thought it was a risky thing that young people were going to be coerced into. I thought there would be parents coercing their gender non-conforming children into transitioning to the "other" binary gender and doing surgeries on them before they could object. I was wrong. I know that now, after learning more about how youth transition actually works. Doctors involved in gender-affirming care for youth really seem to be doing it right. They interview the young person. They make sure it's really what the person wants. They go slowly at first. The young person has ample time and opportunity to change their mind. I think other forms of health care for youth (looking at you, psychiatry) (looking at you, weight loss) (looking at you, reproductive health) should model themselves on the kinds of youth-affirming, consent-affirming practices that are standard in youth gender-affirming care.

[itsbeeble]

Sugar Rush (SOUR: alt ending)

Summary: A final confrontation, one final chance. You’ve made your choice. Was it the right one?

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

WC: 3.9k

Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!reader

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: obviously angst, mingi being a bit toxic, mentions of alcohol, marking, bit of breast play, protected sex (shocker for me wow), multiple orgasms, a little but of edging, bit of degradation, mingi and the reader both being a bit desperate, begging, mingi lowkey likes it when reader cries for him (while they’re fucking). I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!!!

~

You can feel him watching you. Across the room, tucked in a corner. He’s watching you and Wooyoung talk to each other, get closer to each other. You know he watches Wooyoung’s hand brush your arm, rising higher and higher. That’s what you want. You want him to approach you first, to grovel at your feet for forgiveness. 

“You forgive him?” Wooyoung has his feet kicked up on the chair across from him, poking at his lip with the straw of his coffee. You nod, picking at the skin around your finger. Then you shake your head. Then you shrug.

“I don’t know, honestly. I’m mad at him, obviously. He treated me like a toy, even after he won the bet. He thought I was something for him to claim, something for him to have whenever he wanted it. He…he hurt me, when he confronted me after class.” 

You see your friend’s jaw tighten, see his grip on the drink tighten. You know he doesn’t want to forgive Mingi for what happened, but he knows it is your choice in the end. 

“Fine…then we should make a plan. You know, get him to approach you first.”

“Is he watching?” Wooyoung’s face is close to yours now, though the distance remains. You wanted suspicion, but neither of you were going to cross boundaries to get Mingi to notice you. 

“Yes…” Your voice is quiet, shaky. You’re nervous. What if this backfires? What if Mingi hates you? What if he hurts Wooyoung?

“Hey, Y/N,” Wooyoung’s hand squeezing your arm brings you back to reality. “It’’ll be fine. Just trust—”

“Y/N.” A deep voice behind Wooyoung and the two of you pull away from each other. Your hands are shaking, the nerves beginning to overtake you. Wooyoung squeezes your hand and smiles. 

“Mingi,” you say, turning to face him. You’re almost shocked at how calm he is. You’re almost shocked at the pure exhaustion in his face, at the messy hair and pale skin.

“Can we talk?” You see his hand reaching for you, but he’s quick to force it back down to his side. He isn’t going to force you to talk to him this time. You feel your lips twitch upwards but you’re quick to pin them into a straight line before he can catch it. 

“We’ve already talked enough, I think.” He sucks in a deep breath, a crestfallen look crossing his face. 

“Y/N, baby,” he shuffles in his spot, unsure of whether to step toward you or stay where he is. “I just…Just give me one more chance. Just let me talk, just this one last time. If you still…If you still feel the same, then I’ll leave you alone for good.”

You feel your own heart breaking all over again. You can see the tears building up in his eyes, see his hands gripping the edge of his tank top, forcing his fingers to stop shaking. You look back at Wooyoung, and he gives you an encouraging smile. 

“Fine.”

~

His room is…messier than you remember it being. Maybe it’s because you haven’t been forcing him to clean it whenever you came over. Maybe he hasn’t had time, hasn’t had motivation or energy. Clothes scatter the floor. Old cans of beer pile up in front of his trash can, creating a musty smell. You almost turn your nose up, almost want to choke. 

“Please tell me that your blankets, at least, are clean.” You try to joke, and he tries to laugh. 

Yikes.

“I…I promise if I’d known you would be here, that you’d talk to me, I would’ve cleaned up.”

“You didn’t think I would say yes?” You look up at him from where you trace a finger across his dusty dresser. Mingi watches you from where he sits on his bed. You look away, instead focusing on the polaroids on his mirror. Ones that you took of him and the boys. Of him. Of you both. You feel tears in your eyes again. 

“I figured you’d hit me, to be honest.” You hum in response. 

“I should have.”

“I know.”

“I still can.”

“I know.” 

More silence falls over you. You don’t know what you feel. You don’t know what you should feel. You could be angry. You could be sad, relieved, happy, scared. You don’t know. It’s confusing you.

“Why did you do it?” You stare at yourself in the mirror. Stare at the crop top you’d worn specifically because you knew he liked it. On the jacket you’d thrown over it. On your dark makeup and curled hair. You look at the posters on his walls, on the blue duvet covering his bed. Anywhere but at him. At the sad eyes that he’s trained on you. At the way he leans forward and laces his fingers together on his knees. 

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not a good enough answer, Mingi.” You turn to face him, gnawing on your lip. “You lied to me for months.”

“I didn’t lie to you!” He rises from the bed, taking a step toward you.

“So you’re telling me that the first time you spoke to me wasn’t because you made a bet?” You sneer, and he jerks back. “That you didn’t fuck me to get some money from your friends? That you didn’t pretend to love me for three fucking years just so you could get your dick wet from someone you thought was easy—”

“I never thought that about you,” he snaps. “I never pretended to love you. I didn’t think you were easy, or that you were just a way to get my dick wet, Y/N.”

“Then what was it?” You’re crying now, the tears running down your cheeks and stinging your skin. “Why did— did you do this to me?”

“Y/N, baby,” he takes another step toward you, his hand rising and finding it’s spot on your cheek to dry your tears with his thumb.

“What did— did I do to des— deserve this?”

You let him pull you into him. Let him wrap his arms around your shoulders, mumbling apologies and quiet I love you’s. Your arms grip his tank top, squeezing tightly while he lets you cry. 

“You didn’t deserve this, baby,” you can hear his voice trembling still. “You didn’t deserve to be lied to, to be played like a fool.”

“Then why?” Your fists hit his chest, but he doesn’t pull away from you, even when he can feel bruises beginning to form. He deserves this. He deserves worse than this, and he knows it. He knows that he doesn’t even deserve to speak with you, doesn’t deserve to be in the same room let alone look at you.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot who didn’t know right from wrong, who couldn’t understand that he had something good in his life and didn’t know what to do with her.”

You can’t help the sobs that wrack your body. You can’t help the way you cling onto him, seeking that comfort you’d found in him during those three years. You miss him. You wish you could say you didn’t. You wish you could’ve just moved on, gone to Wooyoung instead. He’s better for you, and you asnd Mingi know that. But you know that, in the end, the two of you would just end up pulled back to one another. 

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“I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I made that bet.” He mumbles into your hair. 

It’s been a few hours now. A few hours of you crying and him consoling you. The party below you continues to rage on, but the two of you have no intentions of going back down. You’re sitting on his lap, head laying on his chest while he strokes your hair and runs his other hand down your back. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. 

“I forgive you.”

“No you don’t.” He sighs and you shift in your spot on his thighs. “You shouldn’t say that if you don’t mean it.” Your arms squeeze tighter around his neck and you turn your head to place a gentle kiss to his shoulder. His body tenses against you, his arms squeezing you against him just a little bit harder when you press another kiss to his collarbone, over the fabric of his tank top. Then another to the base of his neck. “Baby…”

“I missed you, Mingi.” Your voice has lost its anger. Lost it’s sadness. Both have been replaced by something you haven’t felt in months. 

Lust.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

“Baby, no.” Mingi’s hand rests at the base of your neck, not quite squeezing. Just enough to keep you back from him. You can feel him hardening beneath you, but he holds your hips still with his free hand. “Not now.”

“Why?” Your nails brush against his skull and his eyes flutter back, a shaky exhale leaving him.

“Because I said so.” He lifts you off his lap, setting you down on the mattress beside him. “If we’re gonna…If we’re gonna do this, we’re taking it slow this time.” 

You can’t help the warm fluttering feeling in your chest when you look at him. You can’t help pulling him down to lay over you, a grunt leaving his lips when he lands on his wrist so as not to crush you. His eyes are dancing across your face. Moving from your eyes to your nose and cheeks to your lips. 

This time, when you try to kiss him, he lets you. 

It’s slow, delicate. Testing the waters. He lets you control it, let’s you set your own pace. He doesn’t push his lips into yours, doesn’t let his tongue brush over your lip. He just lets you kiss him for however long you want, in whatever way you want. 

He doesn’t want to go too fast. Doesn’t want to lose you when he just got you back.

That thought gets harder and harder to hold onto when your hands drift down to his stomach, slipping under the dark fabric of his shirt. You feel his muscles tense under your featherlight touch. Feel the hard outline of his abs under your fingers. 

You’re the first to deepen the kiss, your tongue sweeping out to brush against his lip. A faint touch that he welcomes, parting his lips and allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. A groan escapes him when you lift your leg and hook it around his waist, pulling him closer to you while your tongue explores his mouth. 

He tastes like sugar. Like he’d just had some candies, or a dessert. It’s addictive, and you crave more. You’re desperate for more. 

Mingi’s hand slides up your thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly over the hem of your lace panties. He pulls away from you when he feels them, a string of spit connecting your mouths. When he flips your skirt up, he can’t help the animalistic groan. Can’t help the way his eyes practically roll back. 

Black lace, ones that hug your skin and the shape of your ass just perfectly. A pair that had always been his favorite. A spike of jealousy runs through him.

“You wear these for Wooyoung, baby?” He coos. He knows you didn’t. He knows you’d only worn them for him. His hand runs over your covered folds, digging into your clit in a way that has you whining underneath them. “Hm?”

“N-No,” you gasp out, your small hand wrapping around his wrist when he continues to rub harshly at you through the fabric. 

“No?” He asks curiously, slipping his fingers beneath the band so he can feel how truly wet you are. His body shudders when he feels his fingers slipping through your folds with ease. “You didn’t wear them so he’d fuck you? So he could tear them off of you and fuck you with his fingers?” As soon as he says this, two of his long fingers slip into you. You gasp and whine at the sudden intrusion, your walls fluttering around him. “You know that he could never reach as far as I can. He doesn’t know your body like I do.”

He watches the way your body twitches underneath him with every thrust of his fingers, his thumb rubbing harshly at your clit in time with each thrust. When he thinks you’re ready, another finger begins to slip into your sopping hole. 

“Answer me, baby.” Mingi hisses, but you didn’t even realize he’d asked you a question. You’re too lost in your pleasure, chasing the high that speeds closer and closer. A fourth finger slips into you and you’re crying now, practically screaming his name out. You know people can probably hear you over the music downstairs, but you don’t care. Not with how Mingi’s fingers curl into that spongey spot inside of you, dragging your towards the finish line. 

“N-no!” You cry out. “Wore them for you! Wanted you so bad. Wan-wanted you f-for so long. C-couldn’t cum without-out you. Couldn’t cum without your fi-fingers or your c-cock— oh god, Ming-gi I’m so close please~” 

Your back arches upward, your hands flailing around and reaching for something, anything to ground yourself on. Mingi can only watch as your body convulses on his hand, can only watch as your juices spill over him and soak his wrist and sheets. 

He doesn’t stop until you’re shoving his hand away, dragging your body off his hand. You watch when he exams his fingers, watching the remnants of your arousal drip down his hand before sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. Your cheeks flush, and you grip the edge of your skirt tightly, but he keeps his eyes on you. At least, as best he can while he’s eyes are trying to flutter shut just from tasting you after the past few months.

His mind is buzzing, thoughts coming rapidly and disappearing just as soon as they appeared. All he can think about, focus on, feel, and hear is you. You overwhelm his senses, the way your hands drag his shirt up his body, tugging it over his shoulders. The way you lean up, rolling him over and attaching your lips to his neck. The way you begin to suck marks into his skin, the way you drag your nails down his chest, the way you curl into him when his hands squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass. 

“Such—” his breath hitches when your hand brushes against his crotch, squeezing lightly at his hardening length. “Fuck, such a good girl for me.” He feels you smile against his skin before you’re leaning up, tugging your shirt over your head and removing your bra. He stops you when you go to remove it. “Leave that on for me, baby.” 

Mingi’s hands are running up and down your ass and legs now, brushing against your soaked panties, hovering just long enough to feel the clenching of your pussy beneath his fingers before sliding back down your legs. 

“Mingi,” Your body is hovering over his now, your breasts brushing against his chest when you move to kiss him, shivering at the lingering taste of yourself on his tongue. “Mingi, baby, I wanna fuck you,” you purr. 

And how could he say no? How could he deny you with the way you grind yourself against his cock, moaning quietly in his ear, digging your nails into his chest as the pressure begins to build inside of you again. His hands take hold on your hips, dragging you over his cock, deep groans beginning to rise in his throat. He’s getting close. Too close. After months without you, without anyone, he’s become weak to your touch. 

Your hips are just beginning to stutter, your whines and moans becoming higher in pitch when he rolls you off of him, shoving his pants and boxers down his legs to be kicked to the side, lost in the mess of clothes on his floor. You’re watching him when he tugs your panties down, your skirt left on to cover your aching center. 

Mingi watches when your hand slips down to touch yourself, rubbing at your clit while the other squeezes at your breast, twisting and tugging at your nipples. His own hand finds his cock, using the beads of precum that have begun to drip down his length to lubricate himself, squeezing his tip with every jerk of his hand down his cock. He doesn’t let this go on for too long, feeling himself being drawn closer and closer to the edge with every passing second. 

“Condom?” He breathes out, already reaching for the drawer next to his bed. You can only nod, barely aware of the question with the way you play with your body. Mingi works quickly, tearing open the foil packet and sliding the rubber down his cock. “Fuck, okay baby.” 

Your body is shaking. Shaking from the orgasm you’d hads just minutes ago, shaking from the pleasure that was ripped away from you aand replaced by Mingi’s cock pressing against your entrance.

Even with the prep he’d given you, the stretch of his cock inside of you has your body tensing against Mingi.

“Just relax, baby.” He runs his hand down your side, whispering encouraging words to you. His nose brushes against your cheek, his forehead coming to rest against your own as he presses into you. 

“Mingi,” You plead, “‘S too much. Mingi, ‘s too much.” A shaky exhale from his mouth brushes against your cheek when he pauses his motions, waiting for you to give him the okay to move again.

“We’re almost there,” he breathes out, hushing your whines with a soft kiss to your lips. “Almost there, baby.” 

When he finally sheaths himself inside of you, he can feel you pulsing around him, feel your body trying to adjust to his size. Your quiet whispers for him to move, the slow rolling of your hips against his own. It’s overwhelming. 

He watches your eyes roll back with each shallow thrust. Listens to your whimpers turn into cries of your name when he drives his hips into you faster. Harder. He complies to your every command. Mingi fucks you hard and fast, lifting your hips slightly to drive his cock into that spongey spot inside of you over and over again, listening to you scream his name.

He sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, sees the lines from you mascara and he drives his hips impossibly harder into you. He can’t even make a comment on the tears. Can’t say anything to you. He’s close. He’s so close, and he can feel his hips beginning to stutter. Curses begin to fall from his lips, desperately trying to stave off his own orgasm until you reach your own high. He knows you’ll finish soon. The clenching of your pussy against his cock, the scratches you dig into his shoulders, your teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle your cries. It’s getting to be too much for you.

When he lifts your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half, you know you’re done for. 

“Oh f-fuck, M-Min-ngi.” you gasp out. “F-feels s-so-o g-good baby, fu-uck.” You can hear him moaning quietly into your ear, just barely heard over the music downstairs. You can only pray that anyone walking around outside Mingi’s room can’t hear the wet slapping of his hips against yours, the strangled cries and moans that escape you. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” He coos. “You gonna cream my cock like a good girl?”

“Y-yes, fuck, g-gonna cum all over your cock baby, please make me cum, I can’t take it anymore!” Your hands find purchase in his dark hair, yanking his head down for you to kiss him, your body shuddering when he shoves his tongue into your mouth. He traces every inch of your wet cavern, catching the scream you release when you finally cum all over his cock. He can feel your juices squirting out, splashing against his tight abs and slipping down his legs.

A loud moan escapes him, becoming slightly higher in pitch as he drives his hips into you a few more times before he reaches his high, cum filling up his condom. He thrusts into you shallowly, milking himself of every last drop. 

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“What does this mean for us?” You’re laying next to him, your head on his chest with his blanket drawn up to cover your naked body. Mingi’s fingers are tangled in your hair. 

“What do you mean?” He mumbles. 

“Are we…are we together now? Are we just gonna pick up where we left off?”

“I thought it was obvious that I wanted you still.” He turns his head as best he can to look down at you. 

“Yeah, but I mean…” you take a deep breath. “Mingi I don’t want to keep doing this if you’re not…if we’re not gonna be, you know, official. Exclusive.” He snorts and there’s a pang in your heart. 

“Baby, I thought it was obvious that I wanted you to be my girlfriend.” That pang becomes a warm, fluttering feeling. 

“Well…how was I supposed to know? You didn’t make it obvious at all.”

“You’re right.” He rolls onto his side so he can face you properly. You do the same. “Y/N, the love of my life, the blood in my veins—” You smack him and he laughs.

“Don’t be an idiot, Song Mingi.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But…will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?” You hum, placing a light kiss to his collarbone.

“Let me think about it.”

“Wha— seriously?” You laugh at the expression on his face and place another kiss to his jaw. 

“I’m kidding, Mingi. Of course I will.”

~

“So,” Hongjoong twists the cup of coffee in front of him, running his tongue over his lips. Wooyoung sits across from him, seemingly lost in thought. “How do you feel?” There’s a quiet exhale from the younger boy.

“As long as she’s happy.” Hongjoong frowns.

“You loved her, didn’t you?”

“I think I always will, to be honest. But…I’m not gonna ruin something good just because I can’t handle some little feelings.” Wooyoung looks at the producer, desperately trying to convince himself and his friend that he was okay. That he wasn’t hurt that you chose Mingi over him. He knows that he can’t do that to you. Can’t force you to choose between the two of them.

“You’re a good friend, Woo.” Hongjoong takes a sip of his coffee. “Have you talked to Mingi at all?”

“Not yet. I will after this.”

“Good.” 

Good. This is good. He can get over you, find someone else. He can stay friends with you, despite the bitter feelings in his heart. He knows that you’re too sweet to let anyone down. Too sweet to break someone’s heart of your own volition. Had you known Wooyoung was in love with you, he knows that you wouldn’t have chosen Mingi again. He knows you wouldn’t have chosen either of them, too afraid of hurting one or the other. That’s what he loved about you.

You were like a sugar rush. Once he got a taste of you, he couldn’t get enough. He’s waiting. Waiting the rush to end, for him to crash and burn with no one to catch him. But he knows, deep down, that once that crash begins you’ll be there to catch him. You always are.

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Wanting your attention (m)

Subby!WayV x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNING—suggestive themes, light angst & crack ✧ use of sex toys ✧ semi-public stuff ✧ light S&M ✧ breath play ✧ degradation ✧ praise ✧ mommy kink ✧ mistress kink ✧ baby boy kink

SONG PLAYING—Phantom ✧ WayV

[A/N.] I wrote and posted this very long ago (on my first book that was deleted by wattpad at 190k reads🥲) and i only re-wrote the scenario for some of the members (i think u can tell lol). I will continue re-writing old posts so u guys have smth to read in the meantime while i try to write new shit😊👌

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钱锟 / 전곤 / Kun

Kun craves attention from his lover but he likes to present himself as someone who doesn't as he's afraid of coming off as clingy and also doesn't want his partner to feel pressured or forced to give him all their attention. Let's say you pay him less attention than usual — you're stuck on the TV or working on your laptop rather than making conversation or cuddling — he may get worried that something had happened or that he's upset you in some way. Rather than being selfish, he would take care of you by making you food or bringing you something to drink or snack on to the table so you don't have to get up when working (he wants you to feel better). Let's say you had been spending more time with or talking to someone else and smiling and laughing a lot more with them than you had done with him this day, he would feel insecure about himself — like do you think he's boring? Do you think you two spend too much time together? Does he lack charisma? He's a bit more mature than the others so he's more likely to talk to you about but will try to sound as not needy for you as possible so you guys can communicate and compromise.

You were watching The Package (great film) on the sofa alone, not asking him if he wanted to join or what movie you two should watch, and he had gained the confidence to sit down next to you and lightly put his chin on your shoulder.

"Are you hungry? Because I can make you something to eat if you want," before you can answer he continues, trying to get you to look him in the eyes, "Or do you want coffee or tea maybe? Iced? Hot?"

"I'm a bit dehydrated actually. Hm hot green tea sounds nice about now."

"Okay, Love. I'm gonna be back soon and you're gonna have the green tea of your life," he felt how his cheeks were flaming by the end of his speech from embarrassment, thinking he sounded too desperate.

"Thank you, Babyboy," you kissed his pink cheek.

He was so happy to make you the cup of tea!

As the relationship progresses I see him continuing doing this, and if your sadistic ass still doesn't give him attention after all the good he does, he'll overanalyse the situation to figure out why he deserves being ignored. Give him a sign you're not upset with him. A quick peck is enough for him to smile. But I also think eventually he'll feel comfortable and confident enough to try to get your attention in less perfect-son-in-law ways (only on occasion if he's tipsy or particularly horny and needs your attention more than usual though). Like he might put his hand on your thigh at a restaurant and move higher and higher until you warn him you'll punish him once you get home.

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ชิตพล ลี้ชัยพรกุล / 이영흠 / ten

Ten. Is. Shameless. Periodt. He'd do whatever the fuck he wants whenever he wants to get your attention. You'd be quite amazed at how far he'd go to get your focus. Casually stripping off his clothes in front of you when you're trying to work from home? Put your hand on his neck when your talking on the phone? Pull out a vibrator to use without asking for permission? While purposely looking at you with a smirk? Whisper dirty shit in your ear when you're having a dinner with loved ones? He'd do it all. It wouldn't matter how lewd it were as long as he got the attention he desired in the end.

"Damn, this dick is so good, Mistress," he moaned loudly, referring to the dildo he was bouncing on without your permission.

You were trying to ignore his groaning and his sinful stare because the online meeting was still getting wrapped up (you had mic off).

"So damn good, way better than your strap, Mistress," he threw his head back and looked at you with a fucked out expression.

The meeting finally came to an end and you put down the laptop screen and turned to him, "Excuse me?"

His reply was short but powerful, "You're excused."

And that was why his ass was red hours later.

But he isn't a freak all the time! He can be really sweet and adorable if he wants to too. Like he will talk to one of his fat cats and be like "—— isn't giving me all their attention how mean, right?" And then pout with the cat (Idk his cats' names💀) next to his head as I'm giving you kitten eyes. He only acts this way with his partner.

"——, please pay attention to meee~" he whined with his chin on your shoulder, staring at the side of your face longingly.

"What, Baby?" you look at him.

"Do you wanna cuddle or fuck or watch a movie or something?"

He'd never change methods: acting naughty or cute is always successful. He loves all the consequences of acting like a slut to get your attention and whenever he feels super cute he likes to act that way too. I think that as you explore together in the bedroom (kitchen, balcony, bathroom etc) he will want to try exploring outside of your home too — it'll all start with him being very needy from you telling him all the nasty things you want to do to him once you get back home from the party, and he will instead grind up on you or join group conversations and say double entendres that everybody else understands as neutral, normal things to say but that you know he secretly means something dirty. And if you tell him you like that he will continue getting your attention this way. He's so creative he can come up with all types of ways to act nasty. Eating a very inappropriately shaped food (even if it's a fruit) while making eye contact. Dancing sexily in front of anyone. Touch you under the table. Draw something that could be interpreted as sexually explicit and show it to you. Call you Mistress in inappropriate settings when nobody else hear. He loves attention and there's no way you're not giving it to him.

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董思成 / 동사성 / winwin

Winwin is an angel. He's always obedient and listens to your commands, loving your praise afterwards. But if he sees you talking to someone else and enjoying it a little too much, he might get insecure. He'd want your attention as soon as possible and — since he's not a naughty boy — he'd do something innocent like whisper in your ear and ask you kindly and indirectly to give him some attention too because he'd rather communicate and solve the small issue than overthink it.

"Can you hold my hand?" he asked into your ear so only you could hear him.

A small smile made an appearance on his face when you took his hand in yours.

He looked at the attention-thief who had dared avert your attention away from him, and sent a friendly warning that you were taken.

My Mommy.

If you still didn't give him the attention he wanted, he'd become extremely pouty. Why won't you just give him attention? If he were desperate enough, he'd sit on your lap. But only if he were feeling daring or passionate enough for you to show him some love.

He sighed frustratedly and looked at you before he made his way to sit on your thighs.

You were shocked at the fact that your non-affectionate boyfriend made a move that was bold — in his case even kissing your cheek in public was considered bold.

"Mommy?" he whispered in your ear.

"Yes?"

He looked at you in the eyes, "Can we go home, please? I'm tired and I wanna sleep."

Give him attention! He's a good boy and deserves it! Kiss his hands, cheeks and lips in front of others if necessary. He's your good Babyboy, you should be nice to him. Don't be a meanie :c

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黄旭熙 / 황욱희 / lucas

Xuxi craves attention, whether it's verbal or physical. He enjoys being called handsome just as much as he enjoys being choked like a bitch. But he hates it if you give some of the attention he's supposed to have to someone else, e.g. if you were to call someone else 'handsome' especially, he'd feel a little butt hurt. He's confident, but he's still capable of feeling jealousy. Although he's jealous, he's still confident he can get your attention back. He's so handsome, how can he not? He wouldn't take it seriously, rather playfully or even silly. There are three key ways it could go:

1. Tease you

"Mami," he whispered darkly into your ear, "I'm hard."

You finally looked at him.

"Can we go and fuck? Please, Mami, I want you to choke me and handcuff me and call me yours."

"We're in public."

"So what? Let's go to the car, I always keep toys there for situations like this one."

"Such a slut."

He smirked, "Oh yes."

2. Confront you

"Talk to me, Mami, not him/her/them."

He whined annoyingly.

"How can you even think of looking at someone else when you have the most handsome boy in the world in front of you?"

3. Flirt with someone else in front of you

"I can play your game too, Mami," he winked before making his way to someone half as good-looking as you.

He didn't cheat, of course, but he managed to frustrate you enough to make him get on his knees for you in just a few minutes.

He's sure of himself and doesn't even feel threatened when you give someone else attention, just a little jealous because he wants you all for himself. He'd think of getting your attention as a fun activity. Like a game where he tries to get you to break from the act and when he does — he never loses this game — you reward him. Victory tastes good.

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肖德俊 / 소덕준 / xiaojun

姐姐 (jiejie) = older sister

Angel is rarely naughty, but if he's desperate for your attention, he might consider taking that path (not with the goal of having sex but rather just make you look at him or cuddle him or something). He wouldn't do something super naughty, but something bad enough to mildly shock you. His mind would go to something like 'accidentally' or 'innocently' touching you in a place he shouldn't touch you when you're around other people. He'd do it for your attention, and maybe because he'd want other people to see that you're obviously taken.

He looked at you for a second, contemplating whether or not he should put his hand on your inner thigh.

When he heard you laugh at someone's joke, he made up his mind and put his hand there.

You looked down at it and then at his face.

His expression was blank, but you saw right through it and smirked.

"Are you jealous, Prince?"

OR

Xiaojun had been shopping earlier this week and he decided to put on the shirt he liked the most before making his way to you, hoping you'd think he looked good.

"姐姐, I missed you," he hugged you.

"I missed you too, Prince."

He smiled into your neck.

If you still didn't give him the attention he'd hoped for (whether he'd tried to get it by shocking you by being naughty or by acting cute and sweet), he'd get upset since he can get a bit sensitive and sentimental. He really cares for you and your relationship so if you act indifferent at his attempts to get your attention, he'd think that you were questioning his love for you, or his cuteness, or that you were hinting at a breakup. The ache could be too big for him to stay composed, making him go and cry somewhere alone.

He excused himself and left.

Knowing he's sensitive and usually doesn't leave suddenly, you follow him.

When you found him you saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"Baby, what happened?" you asked.

"Why are you acting like I'm invisible. Like I'm not there? Like I'm no one?" his voice cracked and tears feel.

After that one sad incident, he'd expect you to not ignore him in the future since you now know he's vulnerable and gets affected by it. And so if you happen to ignore him like that again — even after the incident — he'd become more of a wreck than last time.

a/n. May or may not publish an angst imagine with this concept since it's been requested in the past...

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黃冠亨 / 황관형 / hendery

Hendery is a sweetheart. Your attention is always highly appreciated, but it's also expected from you (How can you possibly ignore a loud sunshine?). If you didn't give him his usual amount of attention he'd think you were in a bad mood and thus needed to be brightened up. He'd always be very nice at first and try to impress you with his cute and thoughtful antics, by saying something kind, being caring, giving you something thoughtful or pink.

"Mama, I got us food. Let's watch Netflix," he beamed and held your favorite dish up like it was a prize.

If you didn't return the enthusiasm his big smile would decrease.

But if you pushed it and still didn't give him what he wanted, he'd continue being optimistic and give it another try. If his thoughtful sweetie side didn't work then his energetic crackhead side certainly would. He'd say or act weird or dramatic in order to get you to crack. It's very hard not to smile when he's being his odd, loud self and he knows it; he's a natural born entertainer and uses it to his advantage.

"Throw it back!" he voice cracked out while dancing stupid.

"I shake it off, shake it off—"

"Don't leave me dancing alone. Come on, Mamaaa—" he nagged and tried to drag you to the dance (kitchen) floor.

If you give him what he wants in the end, he'd love to fight for your attention. But if you don't reward him attention, then he'd just feel like you don't fit with him. His personality should be able to gain your attention easily. So if it doesn't then there's clearly something wrong. He'd talk to you about it before making any snap decisions.

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刘扬扬 / 류양양 / yangyang

Babyboy feeds on your attention, and he will do almost every to have your eyes on him and spend time with him. He can be a jealous person sometimes and he hates that trait. Since he's an idol for SM he can't do anything that will make netizens suspicious of him being in a relationship and because of that you two have to act like you don't know of each others existence. But sometimes you two cross paths in public and this means that you can't look each other in the eyes or talk — which also means that if someone flirts with you or if you're laughing very loudly with an attractive person or fan girl/boy over another idol whilst he's missing you a few meters away, he might get sulky and will act sulky with the WayV members (and they will take care of him of course). And he knows that he's jealous but he will just try to act cute or pouty afterwards with you. If he's in a playful mood, he'd prank you in a mischievous way instead of being a naughty boy like some people. His creativity and sense of humor would come to play and he'd end up laughing at your reaction. Orrr he will act like a freaking brat and find a way to get on your nerves just for the fun and aftermath of it. Like he would randomly try to seduce you by dancing and end up giving you a lap dance or he would call you Mommy when you're talking to someone on the phone. Whether he gets punished or not doesn't matter as long as he wins your attention.

fluffy ver.

"Mommy~" he cooed and put his head in your lap.

"What?"

"My hand is tired of playing with my hair. Can you do it for me instead?"

non-fluffy ver.

A sex song from your playlist (or any song from WayV or 127 lmao) started playing on speakers and when you turned to where the sound came from, you saw Yangyang swaying slowly back and forth to the rhythm of the music, slowly getting closer and closer.

"Focus on me, Mommy~"

He didn’t mind a punishment afterwards<3

He's very needy and horny so he will find many different ways to get your undivided attention or a punishment. He will literally embarrass himself and do aegyo in front of his laughing member (and dye on the inside) just to get you to stop giving Xiaojun all your attention and instead smile and hug your sweet, cute, hot, awesome, sexy, lovely, best boyfriend (or just laugh and humiliate him so he gets hard and begs for you at home).

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❝ Only you can see the truth, so babе

偽裝臉孔清晰的視線

光影的真理未止息

Fade out, phantom ❞

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( Only you can see the truth, so babe

Look as if there is no mask

The light of truth was never lost

Fade out, phantom )

—wayv; 2022