#but i'm so frustrated with my own body like

[hoernypie]

Could I request Shiu and reader in the middle of a steamy intense session of lovemaking and he gets a phone call from Toji (who’s secretly always crushed on y/n, Shiu’s wife, to Shiu’s annoyance.) and Shiu gets protective and territorial over y/n so Shiu decides to make her moan his name and prove a point to Toji who she loves and who makes her feel good. Like I want it to be intense b/c Toji’s shamelessly been suggestive and flirty whenever he comes to collect his payment from Shiu and both y/n and Shiu are starting to get annoyed with his ceaseless behavior.

With a sigh, Shiu pulled out, his dick glistening with your juices. He picked up the phone and hit the accept button, bringing it to his ear. "What is it, Toji?" he grunted, his frustration clear and loud. Toji's voice filled the room, "I know you're busy," he began, "but it's about the mission. I've got info that suggests the target has moved locations." You could feel the tension in Shiu's body as he listened, his hand tightening around the phone. "Info? You didn't watch her closely?!," he said angrily, before he glanced down at you, sprawled on the bed.

Toji's voice grew slightly more urgent, "I'm sorry, Shiu. She slipped past my surveillance when I went to konbini. But I've managed to trace her to a nearby warehouse. It's guarded, but I'll take them down without any problem." Shiu's eyes remained on you for a moment longer, slowly pushing the tip of his fat cock into your wet folds. "So… Is your little wifey okay? I haven't seen her for a while," Toji said just before Shiu put him on the speaker, making you hold the phone.

With an annoyed huff, Shiu rolled his eyes. He knew why Toji asked about you and in no way was that because he was worried about you. Shiu wasn't blind and he saw how Toji acted around you, especially any time he was able to see him looking at you in any skimpy outfit.

With an annoyed huff, Shiu rolled his eyes. He knew why Toji asked about you and in no way was that because he was worried about you. Shiu wasn't blind and he saw how Toji acted around you, especially any time he was able to see him looking at you in any skimpy outfit. "Oh, you're on the speaker so you can ask her yourself," he said as he slammed into you, making you moan loudly at the feeling, his hips moving so hard that they sent a pain crashing through your body. Each deep thrust was making you squirm in pleasure mixing with pain. His hands found your hips, his grip bruising as he pulled you towards him, his tip pressing against your cervix, as he went like an animal in heat, getting more turned on knowing that Toji was listening to every sweet sound you made. The sound of his balls slapping against the soft skin on your butt filled the room, broken by your moans and whimpers and his grunts. "Baby, you're such a good girl, taking my dick so well in your tight pussy," he panted out.

With a loud groan, Shiu reached his climax, filling your pussy up with his hot, thick cum. "Ah, fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he continued to thrust deep inside of you, his cock pulsing with every spurt while he pushed his cum deep into your womb. His eyes shimmered, a smug smile playing on his lips as he knew that Toji could hear every wet sound of your pussy taking his cum. "Look how good she takes it," he taunted, his voice echoing through the speaker, making Toji's own desire spike as he listened to his friend claiming what he had always wanted for himself, his hand gently caressing his hurtful erection. Your body shuddered with the last of your own orgasm, your pussy clenching around Shiu's cock, milking every drop out of him. "Such a good girl," Shiu said, his voice low and possessive as he finally pulled out, leaving you a trembling, well-fucked mess on the bed. He slapped your pussy before standing up, taking the phone from you into his hand, "I'll be there soon," he said to Toji, not bothering to hide his smugness, "Keep an eye on her until I arrive." With that, he hung up and tossed the phone aside, his gaze returning to you. "Now, let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice still heavy with arousal, "I've got work to do."

[ohmykinks]

Papai

Noel !

Sum :: Santa in portuguese is "papai noel" ; that has the word daddy introduced in the first word, christmas has arrived and they want to make a special gift to their girlfriend

Warnings: MINOR Writing (Anti's DNI) + Proceed with caution + Semi public sex + Hold the moan + Daddy kink + Breeding kink ( Toji, Geto ) + Degradation ( Toji, Gojo, Sukuna ) + Oral ( M - Geto ) + Cowgirl (Toji) + Fingering ( Gojo ) + Petnames ( babe, love, princess ) + Rough sex ( Sukuna, Toji ) + Soft mdom ( Geto, Gojo) + Praise + Jjk x Fem reader

A/n: A Christmas special! Happy holidays to y'all! remembering, I'm a minor so if you don't like it just don't interact

Gojo + Geto + Toji + Sukuna

Satoru ::

“What a nasty girl huh? Arching so good for me...” - He whispered fixing his hands, pushing deeper and deeper into his girlfriend tight hole; which tried to expel his fingers squeezing against it

“My family is in the living room! Slowly please..! ~ Mmm-” — moaned needily against the palm of your own hand, feeling your spongy walls squeeze his fingers tightly

“I guess da princess should stop moaning like a whore then, fragile girl” — He said speeding up the movements, and with his thumb, making circular movements on your clit, making you arch your back just like a cat

“That's the way I like, a obedient good girl, you're so warm inside... Y'know that babe?” He spoke as he searched for your g-spot, curling his fingers, rubbing them on your insides

“I usually don't go that hard on ya, but you look so adorable and palpable on this dress! I can barely... A-ah.. Resist”

He could barely contain his own noises, his eyes charged with desire and lust, which made your skin shiver, a shiver rising up your spine as you felt something rising in your insides; the world melted completely as the heat of the moment increased

“Betcha you been thinking of daddy's fingers fucking you senseless while you cant even remember you own name huh?”

You could barely think straight, sweat running down your face, your dress already crumpled, occasionally being pulled up from your waist; Satoru hates being distracted while fucking his girl

“Like t-that daddy! Ri... Right there- Dont..”

“Stop? Chill... I wont” Satoru speed up the movements of his fingers, you felt that at any moment Satoru would reach the entrance of your womb, his fingers were so long that the only reaction you could have was to moan like a little bitch and roll eyes back to your head

Your orgasm already was almost dripping out of you, when a warm wave hit your body, you put your head back, releasing all your juices out, soaking Satoru hand completely

He pulls his fingers out with a loud, wet “pop!” and brings his two digits to his slightly pink lips, tasting your juices

“Could you squirt on my cock too?”

Suguru ::

He held the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, your nose brushing against his crotch

Every time the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you heard soft frustrated moans from Geto, there was a slight blush on his cheeks; Christmas dinner was almost ready, and the two of you in the room, while anyone suspected what might be going on inside

“Greedy girl... Betcha can't even put me whole in your-- A-aah!” — Your throat swallowed him whole, with small and light gags, which went unnoticed by Suguru

He held your hair tight, guiding your movements back and forth, while you held his thighs, nails gripping his skin, leaving red marks

“Atta girl” — Suguru said, giving a little caress to your hair, running his fingers between them, stopping to look at your beautiful face - “Squeezing daddy so tight... If ya continue at this pace, I'll end up painting your cute pink lips white”

“When I cum... Swallow it all babe, you're lucky I won't cum inside your cunt”

“Y-yeeaahh d-... d-daddy...” — You spoke between his cock, your voice muffled, rolling your eyes, choking more intensely

You huge and hungry eyes looking at him from below made Suguru horny, very very horny, he bit his lower lip gently, trapped on the feeling of your tight throat around his cock

“Gosh, I wish this was your wet pussy love... Fuck! Make me cum princess... Make daddy fucking cum...”

Your muffled moans echoed through the room, Geto's sounds forming a contrast between yours, his grip on your hair losing strength, his body getting softer, while a drop of sweat ran down his forehead

“gonna... Ngh!~... C-cumming!” — His seed hit the back of your throat, making you gag, your cheeks full of Suguru's cum, swallowing it all and then licking your lips

“Now... Lets have a creampie, shall we?”

Toji ::

“fuck!~ Jus' like tha!-” — He held your hips, pulling you down on his cock, which drew a moan from your lips

“Bounce on my dick just like da desperate whore you are..” — The bed hit the wall, you could barely move, Toji helped you, slapping your ass

“Pathetic! Ya barely sat on me and already need help” — Grumbled, Toji had no idea how big he was, and how much he stretch the entrance of his girlfriend pussy when penetrating

“t-too... B-big..” — You answered him, trying to get used to his size, starting to move without help, with slight movements up and down

Toji grabbed your breasts, pinching the nipples, drawing moans from you lips, you writhed against his cock, putting your head back; trying to cover your mouth, but he held you wrists so tight, you can barely move

“What nice tits... 'Come here” - You came closer, while he grabbed you, licking your nipples, running his tongue between them, while with the other hand, he squeezed the other so hard as to leave a mark

“D-daddy... Slow down plea- mmmmm~” - You could barely finish your sentences without interrupting them with a satisfied moan; in response to Toji's taunts, you rolled your waist, as you went up and down on his cock; like an elevator

“C'mon, you can take it, It's not like ya haven't swallowed daddy's cock with tha tight little pussy before” — Toji encouraged you, with his face still on your breasts, the bed making noises as loud as the two of you made sure everyone was listening

The encouragement motivated you to go harder, you went up and down with more intensity, each thrust made you turn your eyes back to your head, it was all driving you crazy; Toji grabbed your ass, nails sinking into your soft skin, making you not even 1 centimeter away from his balls when bouncing

“that's riiiight... Cum for me bitch, make this pussy drip all over my cock” — Toji said amidst grunts, rubbing your rounded clit with his thumb

“gonna make you a fucking mommy-” — It wasn't the first time and not even the last he came inside, and you loved to cum along with him

“Make me pregnant please daddy! Ngh! ~... Aaaaaaah~ Toji~” - You moaned needily, gently grabbing Toji's hair, breasts swaying deliciously

You both felt tight feelings inside you, heavy breaths, warm and passionate kisses, you both could feel that at any moment you were going to explode

“c-cumming...!” — You gave a last hoarse moan, feeling his cum run down your thighs, you fell with your head against his shoulder, sweaty and breathing unregulated, his thick hot seed spreading inside you; and as soon as you got off him, it was dripping out of your entrance

“I think she had more fun than the two of us babe...” — Toji said pulling you into his arms

“Next Christmas, I'm going to buy a toy as a gift for our son... It's going to be a boy”

Sukuna ::

“what a nasty bitch huh? Begging me to fuck ya while your parents are preparing dinner for Christmas when i told you to wait” — He thrust into her pussy while one of his hands covered her face

"Youre such a tease"

“Be very quiet for daddy, and maybe I'll let you cum, disgusting little thing...” — Sukuna cursed you while slapping your pussy, making you moan against his palm

“Shameless girl... Don't you feel sorry for being such a slut? Tell me youre sorry” — He increased his speed and thrust deeper, waiting for an answer

“I-im sorry, I-im sorry, Please forgive me... A-aaaaaaahhh... Just like that 'Kuna”

“Are you sorry about what nasty girl?” — 'Kuna tested you, wanted to see you lose control, wanted you to moan his name loudly for everyone to hear

“For being a bitch who doesn't know how to wait...” — He felt satisfied with the answer, going faster, hitting your sweet spot with the head of his cock; he circulated with two digits on your fat and rounded clit from excitement

“That's more like it” — He held your neck as a support for every thrust he gave to your tight pussy

“Squeezing me soooooo good... You are so hot, your tits shaking.. make me want to just kiss them” — Sukuna squeezed your soft globes, drawing murmurs from your lips

“I-i want to cum...” — You said needy, your eyes hungry for your own peak, hands squeezing the sheets

Sukuna increased speed and pressure, pinning you to the bed by the neck, squeezing moderately

“i wanna cum- i-i wanna cum- please let me cum! L-let me cummmm-” — Begged to cum, while you felt your head spinning, Sukuna cock making you see stars

“Pretty please, where's your manners greddy girl?” — He smirked, teasing you once more

“pretty please pretty please pretty please pretty please pretty please prett- O-ooooh~ Fuck!” — And when you least expected it, you already squirted on his cock, his thumb still on your clit, rubbing slowly circles; he went down, sticking his tongue in you entrance, penetrating two fingers, and then, looking directly into your eyes

“i guess you'll get punished for cumming early”

[muddyorbsblr]

team loki pt1

See my full list of works here!

inspired by this TikTok POV

Summary: Thor poses a question that puts you in an uncomfortable situation, and causing you to give him a desperate and thinly-veiled half truth

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning/s: one (1) cuss word (nope, not sorry, Rogers); other than that…none? i think? this is mostly fluff with a side of slight angst?

Things to be aware of: mutual pining, idiots in love, Thor being a himbo

"Lady Y/N, may I ask a rather…personal question?"

You made sure to shut your Kindle before you looked up at Thor, bracing yourself for whatever the god of thunder might throw your way. However, nothing could have prepared you for the next words that came out of his unnecessarily nosy mouth.

"Are you in courtship with my brother?"

The common area filled with the sound of your sputtering bumbling reaction, as well as the borderline derisive laugh from Loki, who sat beside you. In fact the question caught him so off guard that he'd carelessly slammed his book shut.

"Are you out of your mind?!" you blurted out just as the raven haired god said, "Brother, don't be absurd."

Bitch please, only in my dreams, you finished in the safety of your mind. He could do so much better than me and he probably knows it.

What you didn't know is that Loki kept quiet his own sentiment. I should only be so fortunate. Every shake of your head and flippant denial felt like a dagger burrowing deeper into his heart.

"We're friends, Thunder," you answered, again biting back the words of Of course I'd love to be more, but that's neither here nor there. "That's it and that's all."

"I see…" Thor replied, the fond smile growing on his face putting both you and his brother in discomfort. "I'm glad."

"Excuse me?" you managed to croak out despite the lump that suddenly formed in your throat.

"Well if my brother is not what you fancy then that could only mean--"

"Whoa whoa whoa hold on there, buddy," you stopped him before he could even think of finishing the sentence. "I'm not into you like that, can you believe this doofus?" You looked to the god seated beside you, who surprisingly seemed even more tense than you were.

Jaw tense, eyes slightly squinted as he assessed the blond seated across from you. His entire body language suggested he was readying himself for a fight, which had you confused to no end. What stake did he have in this situation?

"Lady Y/N, I am no 'doofus', I promise you that," Thor said haughtily, shifting his posture to puff his chest out. "I will have you know that back in Asgard many a--"

"Well you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy," you quipped. "I know you're gonna find it hard to get through that thick skull of yours, but not every woman with a pulse here wants to throw themselves at you pussy first. This isn't Asgard. And some people just like…different things."

You didn't dare even sneak a glance at the god of mischief beside you. But if you had, you would have seen that for a split second, his face lit up at your words. That for even a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps because your fancies didn't lean towards his blond oaf of a brother, then there was even the slightest plausibility that he had a fighting chance to capture your attentions.

"Does that mean that you prefer…urgh what was it that Stark said about these unnecessary pedantic terms?" the blond Asgardian sighed. "Something about teams…?"

Your hand slapped down on the sofa, and you let out a frustrated groan. If he kept on prodding it wouldn't take long before he'd circle back to his brother and both of them would figure it out in record time. "Fine, Thor," you said, exasperated, throwing your hands in the air. "Yes. Not that it's any of your goddamn business, but yes. I am on the other team."

You really were. In a way. Just not in the way that Stark probably meant, considering that the billionaire genius didn't spend all that much time on social media these days.

So there was no way for him, or most of your teammates really, to know that the "teams" you were referring to were actually "Team Thor" or "Team Loki". Yes, the Internet was a messed up place that you wouldn't ever bother to understand at your fully grown age, but sometimes one of its considerably saner corners were mildly entertaining.

And in this case, that corner managed to wiggle you out of a near "egg on your face" situation.

"In that case, I hope you'll accept my sincerest apologies, Lady Y/N. For breaching on your privacy so--"

"Ham-fisted?" Loki spoke up, the slightest sneer still on his face. "As you always are?"

"Yes," he murmured. "Precisely. I hope this does not affect our friendship irreparably."

"Awww Thunder, of course it won't," you said with a click of your tongue, slightly feeling sorry for the goof that currently looked like a human embodiment of "sad wet dog". "Just give it a few weeks for that awkwardness to go away…because buddy you got me real worried there."

You stood up to take your leave from the common area, wanting nothing more than to get a drink and try to put all memories of the exchange behind you. Maybe if you acted fast you could hack your brain into not having to hold on to the trauma of watching how Loki's face curled up in disgust over even the thought of you two being perceived as a couple.

"Ohh! Lady Y/N, I distinctly remember that Lady Olivia in Research is also--"

"Appreciate the offer to wingman, Thor, but I'm all good, thanks!" you said over your shoulder, walking even faster to get out of there and return to your apartment.

Once you were out of earshot, Loki turned to his brother, conjuring a dagger in his hand pointed at the oaf. "What in the Nine was that, Brother?" he nearly hissed the last word. "This will be the last time I ever make the mistake of confiding in you who it is I wish to court. Norns, you cannot even help yourself, can you? Your ego is as fragile as rice paper that you have to prove that somehow everyone I ever set my sights on will prefer you."

"Loki, I--"

"Well in this rather unfortunate and might I say humiliating turn of events, at least I have been granted the fleeting consolation that she prefers neither of us. Perhaps I can derive some form of happiness from that--"

"Brother, I apologize," Thor blurted out. "I did not set out on this foolish endeavor of mine to scorn you and thieve away Lady Y/N's affections for myself. Though now I do understand how my actions may not translate consistently with my intent."

"No, no they really hadn't, you oaf."

"At the risk of my friendship with Lady Y/N, I posed those questions in hopes that perhaps she would have shown some inkling that your desire to have your friendship become something more was…reciprocated," he confessed. There was a somber look on his face as he continued on, "I truly am sorry for not bringing forth a more desirable outcome."

Loki stewed in his seat. He'd never known his brother to express even the most minute trace of allegiance to him in their youth. "All the others," he said accusingly. "When we were in Asgard, you consistently stole them away, why am I to believe that this time was different?"

"Brother, I know you may not believe me now, but please hear me when I tell you this. Those actions were not done out of greed. They were a test of loyalty. Theirs. To you. And each and every one failed," Thor explained somberly.

Just before he could let out a barb that in your case, the only failure was his own, the sounds of junior SHIELD agents' voices floated into the common area. "Look Sierra I get it, okay? We can all have different tastes and like different people, but we can also be wrong about some things. Like honestly after everything we've seen both of them do with our own damn peepers, how can you not be Team Thor?"

"I don't have to explain my choice in men to you, Ellie," the second agent spoke. "Besides you've always known that I like brunettes and I prefer the color gree--Ohh hey, you two!" The area filled with the grating sound of their heeled boots squeaking on the floor as their steps halted upon seeing the Asgardian brothers still seated on the couch.

"Ladies," Thor addressed them with a wide grin and a wave. Both women scampered off in the opposite direction, audibly flustered before they returned to their conversation.

Loki could pay them no mind, however, for their exchange suddenly gave new meaning to your words from earlier. "I am on the other team," he quoted you. When he looked up at his brother, it seemed the blond had come to the same realization, his face lit up with excitement as he stood to take his leave.

"It seems Lady Y/N has passed my ham-fisted test after all," he said triumphantly, clapping a hand down on his brother's shoulder. "Your lady."

Manners and decorum were the furthest thing from the god of mischief's mind as he stood abruptly, shrugging off his brother's hand. "I have somewhere to be," he mumbled, his mind racing with endless scenarios of how he would go about seducing you. Of where and when and how it would commence. If he should shower you with gifts, or perhaps whisk you away to one of Midgard's more picturesque destinations to create a breathtaking backdrop to his confession.

To the consummation of your affections for one another.

But then images of your features when you both brushed off Thor's prodding questions flashed through his mind, particularly the way you winced and squinted your eyes when he'd told his brother to not be absurd. And he knew that the only right scenario would be no tricks, no illusions. To come to you here and now.

He'd waited long enough. You both had.

A/N: Merry Christmas, everybody! This is yet another one of those ideas I had where I kept on shaking my brain hoping for some loose change in the form of ideas on how to get to my next story point, before ultimately realizing that this needed to be a 2-parter. Though who knows when part 2 will be posted because as my Discord status says, I am forever ✨drowning in a sea of WIPs✨ But just know that I'm fully intending for part 2 to be mostly some smuttery between these two 🤭

This might be my last story for 2024, but let's see where the final week of the year takes me. Anyways, I hope y'all have an amazing holiday with your families, I'm going back to working on 'the gallery™️'

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[woozinhos]

hi!!! congrats on 400<3. may i request a make up sex with mingi from ateez with the 12th quote, pls?

merry Christmas anon I decided to choose yours to write for Christmas I hope you enjoy this make up sex with mingi <333

The argument had been intense, the tension between you and Mingi reaching a boiling point.

You'd both said things you didn't mean, the words cutting deep and leaving wounds that felt like they might never heal. But now, as you stand there facing each other, the anger has faded and all that's left is an aching need to be close to one another. Mingi's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense as he takes a step closer to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean what I said. I was angry and hurt and I lashed out at you."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you hear the sincerity in his words.

"I'm sorry too," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. "I said some awful things as well. I didn't mean them, Mingi. I was just so frustrated."

Mingi takes another step closer, closing the distance between you until there's only a few inches separating your bodies. He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he looks down at you with a mixture of regret and desire.

"I know," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "I know you didn't mean it. But I can't stop thinking about what you said. The way you looked at me, the words that came out of your mouth... they've been haunting me all day."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes burning with a desperate need.

"I need to hear you say something else," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I need to hear you scream my name when you cum."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the desire in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Mingi's eyes darken with hunger, his hand sliding from your cheek to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I want to make you forget everything but my name," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to erase every other thought from your mind until all that's left is me."

Mingi's grip on your chin tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. His body presses against yours, his muscular frame pinning you against the wall behind you. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue immediately plunging into your mouth as he claims you as his own.

The kiss is fierce and passionate, full of all the pent-up emotions and desire that have been building between you for hours. Mingi's hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and hungry as he claims every inch of you. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and along your neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake.

He nips at your skin, leaving behind marks that are sure to linger for days, marking you as his. Mingi's anger and frustration from the argument come out in the way he touches you, his movements rough and desperate. He bites down hard on your collarbone, making you gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You're mine," he growls against your skin, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he grinds against you. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget that again."

Mingi's mouth continues to explore your body, his lips and teeth marking you in all the places he knows are most sensitive. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion. He takes a step back, his eyes raking over your exposed skin as he takes in the sight of you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze darkening with desire. "And all mine."

Mingi lifts you up with ease, his strong arms wrapping around your body as he carries you towards the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he gazes down at you with a possessive glint in his eyes.

"You're so perfect like this," he murmurs, his hands trailing up your thighs and under your skirt. "Spread out beneath me, waiting for me to take what's mine."

Mingi looks down at you, his eyes burning with a primal need.

"Can we skip the foreplay?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, now. I need to feel you around me, I need to be inside you."

Mingi lets out a low growl at your nod, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his hands immediately going to the waistband of your skirt.

He pulls it off in one swift motion, leaving you completely bare beneath him. Mingi's eyes rake over your body, his gaze devouring every inch of your skin.

"So beautiful," he repeats, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect for me."

He runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips before moving to grip your waist.

"I'm going to make you scream," he promises, his thumbs digging into your skin. "I'm going to make you beg for more."

Mingi quickly sheds his own clothes, his body exposed to your hungry gaze.

He stands at the edge of the bed, towering over you with an air of dominance and control. His muscles ripple as he moves, the sight of him completely naked and aroused making your heart race with anticipation. Mingi looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he asks the question.

"Can we skip the condom this time?" he asks, his voice low and serious. "I want to feel all of you, I want to fill you up and claim you in every way possible."

Mingi grins at your nod, a mix of relief and excitement crossing his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body once more. "I've been dreaming of this for so long."

He moves onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he gazes down at you with a predatory glint in his eyes. Mingi enters you in one smooth thrust, his body slotting perfectly against yours as he fills you completely. He lets out a low groan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he savors the feeling of being inside you without a barrier.

"God, you feel amazing," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds himself still for a moment.

Mingi takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he adjusts to the sensation of being inside you.

"So tight," he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. "You're so tight and hot around me, it's driving me crazy."

He slowly pulls out, before thrusting back in again, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.

Mingi sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours as he begins to move with increasing intensity. He pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust hard and deep, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars. His hands roam over your body, gripping and squeezing your flesh as he claims you as his own. Mingi grabs your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees with a growl.

He positions himself behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he covers your body with his own. He grips your hair, tugging your head back and exposing your neck to him as he continues to pound into you from behind. Mingi's anger from the argument comes out in every snap of his hips, his body driving into you with a brutal intensity that makes you cry out.

He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back against him with each thrust as he buries himself deep inside you over and over again. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and biting at your flesh as he marks you as his in every way possible. Mingi's breath is hot against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and rough with desire.

"You're mine," he growls, his hips slamming against yours with each word. "You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He lets go of your hair, his hand trailing down your body to find your clit.

He begins to rub it in time with his thrusts, his fingers expertly working your sensitive flesh as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. The added stimulation of his fingers on your clit makes you moan loudly, your body arching back against his as pleasure courses through you. Mingi grins against your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let me hear you. Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel."

You gasp out his name, the word a breathless moan on your lips.

"Mingi... please..." you whimper, your body trembling beneath his touch as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

Mingi's grin widens at the sound of his name on your lips, his pace becoming even more frantic as he drives you closer and closer to your release.

"Please what, baby?" he teases, his fingers continuing to work your clit with a relentless rhythm. "Tell me what you want."

"Come for me," he growls, his own climax drawing near as he feels your body tightening around him.

He quickens his pace even further, his hips snapping against yours with a desperate urgency as he chases both of your releases. With a few more thrusts, Mingi finally sends you over the edge, your body convulsing beneath him as your orgasm crashes over you. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you clenching around him, his own release following closely behind as he spills himself deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he holds you close. Mingi nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he comes down from his high. He presses soft kisses to your skin, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and tenderness as he speaks.

"Promise me," he murmurs, his arms tightening around you. "Promise me we'll never fight like that again."

[gorgeous777]

Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!

A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.

Enjoy!

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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.

He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.

Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.

Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.

The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.

Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.

After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"

He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!

The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.

His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"

"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.

With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.

He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."

And with that, he kissed you.

[crowleyanthonys]

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[sheryl-lee]

soooo turns out i have condylar resorption, a severe degenerative joint disease that causes gradual bone loss of the mandibular condyles (the bones that are part of the jaw joints, aka the TMJs). this has probably been going on i was a kid but went diagnosed all this time. my symptoms like functional issues, pain, etc. were repeatedly dismissed by doctors my whole life. the pain and dysfunction is increasing more and more by the day.

it's a progressive disease, and nothing can stop it or slow it down until the joints are completely eaten away. the only solution to prevent further bone loss and restore function is a total temporomandibular joint replacement, where the two diseased joints that literally hold my face together are removed and permanently replaced with metal prostheses. aka a major surgery with a 6-12 month recovery 😃

[sysig]

Cool guys, measured in C° (Patreon)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while

[jellogram]

None of my clothes fucking fit me anymore and I'm like leaning over the bathroom counter gritting my teeth going "this is fine this is fine this is fine" because I'm trying to dress cute for my night out but I haven't dressed cute in so long that none of my cool clothes fit me and I look ridiculous and I want to cry. I'm trying really hard to be okay with my weight but I have this really nice leather jacket I got for my birthday a few years ago and it's too small for me now.

[welcometogrouchland]

I'm on hiatus from thinking for the next while. Discursive and analytical fandom practices I love you so so much you are in everything I do, including the silliest of headcanons and comics but FUCK I am not equipped to think about. Anything right now

[izzy-b-hands]

One of the neighbours we share a wall with has a phone sitting entirely too close to said wall, and all. I. Can. Hear. Are the every two to five minute sharp little 'ping' of notifications going off for the last fucking hour and yea it's a soft noise but that's somehow worse for the love of fuck pick up the phone or turn off notifs jfc it's driving me fucking mad

[sagebutmakeitworse]

I want him to eat me out but I'm really bad at using my words

[eclaire-went-bam]

the memories are fake that never actually happened

[absentlyabbie]

seriously, though. i work in higher education, and part of my job is students sending me transcripts. you'd think the ones who have the least idea how to actually do that would be the older ones, and while sure, they definitely struggle with it, i see it most with the younger students. the teens to early 20s crowd.

very, astonishingly often, they don't know how to work with .pdf documents. i get garbage phone screenshots, sometimes inserted into an excel or word file for who knows what reason, but most often it's just a raw .jpg or other image file.

they definitely either don't know how to use a scanner, don't have access to one, or don't even know where they might go for that (staples and other office supply stores sometimes still have these services, but public libraries always have your back, kids.) so when they have a paper transcript and need to send me a copy electronically, it's just terrible photos at bad angles full of thumbs and text-obscuring shadows.

mind bogglingly frequently, i get cell phone photos of computer screens. they don't know how to take a screenshot on a computer. they don't know the function of the Print Screen button on the keyboard. they don't know how to right click a web page, hit "print", and choose "save as PDF" to produce a full and unbroken capture of the entirety of a webpage.

sometimes they'll just copy the text of a transcript and paste it right into the message of an email. that's if they figure out the difference between the body text portion of the email and the subject line, because quite frankly they often don't.

these are people who in most cases have done at least some college work already, but they have absolutely no clue how to utilize the attachment function in an email, and for some reason they don't consider they could google very quickly for instructions or even videos.

i am not taking a shit on gen z/gen alpha here, i'm really not.

what i am is aghast that they've been so massively failed on so many levels. the education system assumed they were "native" to technology and needed to be taught nothing. their parents assumed the same, or assumed the schools would teach them, or don't know how themselves and are too intimidated to figure it out and teach their kids these skills at home.

they spend hours a day on instagram and tiktok and youtube and etc, so they surely know (this is ridiculous to assume!!!) how to draft a formal email and format the text and what part goes where and what all those damn little symbols means, right? SURELY they're already familiar with every file type under the sun and know how to make use of whatever's salient in a pinch, right???

THEY MUST CERTAINLY know, innately, as one knows how to inhale, how to type in business formatting and formal communication style, how to present themselves in a way that gets them taken seriously by formal institutions, how to appear and be competent in basic/standard digital skills. SURELY. Of course. RIGHT!!!!

it's MADDENING, it's insane, and it's frustrating from the receiving end, but even more frustrating knowing they're stumbling blind out there in the digital spaces of grown-up matters, being dismissed, being considered less intelligent, being talked down to, because every adult and system responsible for them just

ASSUMED they should "just know" or "just figure out" these important things no one ever bothered to teach them, or half the time even introduce the concepts of before asking them to do it, on the spot, with high educational or professional stakes.

kids shouldn't have to supplement their own education like this and get sneered and scoffed at if they don't.