#but it feels good !!!! double digits yall

[jeongguks-s]

Ran ten miles today

[krosiefics]

is that a bet? • stray kids ot8 x reader

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: at some point of playing ‘never have I ever’, you make a bet that you could make all eight of your best friends cum within 10-15 minutes…and well, you did.

WC: 3.7k (I have issues)

Tags: PURE SMUT, afab!reader, softdom!chan, dom!minho, dom!changbin, softdom!hyunjin, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!seungmin, switch!jeongin, switch!reader, piv, unprotected sex (wrap the eggplant yall), same hole double penetration, ass smacking, squirting, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spitting, oral (f. receiving), lwk gangbang, praise (pretty, good girl), degradation (slut, whore), light dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, biting(?), grinding, pet names (baby, babe, princess, hun, darling, kitten, bun, etc), marking/hickey, probably forgetting some…sorry :P

a/n: this is so smutty i am so sorry…but yw 🫠

You don’t remember how exactly you ended up in this position…something about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.

8 minutes earlier

“Never have I ever,” Minho pauses in thought, “nutted before my partner.”

“What the actual fuck Minho.” Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. “What?!” Minho shrugs defensively, “It makes the game more interesting.”

“That’s a fucking lie though.” Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. “And how would you know that?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“I’ve seen him watch porn,” He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.

“You wanna bet Ji?” Minho challenges.

“Y’all seriously aren’t about to jerk off right here…right?” Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, “Why, you wanna join?” Minho pokes.

“I bet none of y’all virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.”

“You wanna make that bet.” Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, “Do you have something to say princess?” Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, “I bet I could make all y’all cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.”

“You really wanna do this?” Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. “Hmm,” you hum, “if you guys cum before I do, a hundred…from each of you.”

“That’s eight hundred bucks!” Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. “And if we win?” Felix tilts his head. “Y’all can decide on that.” you state.

You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. “Are we doing this or not?”

Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybody’s heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.

“Oh and rules-“ “RULES?!” Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. “Guys it’s her body, she can make rules.” Felix interrupts their protests. “Thanks Lix,” You smile before continuing, “no touching…well to be more clear no touching me or yourselves…but I can touch you.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed in disappointment.

“It makes the game more interesting.” You shrug, spewing Minho’s previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.

You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.

Present

And well, that’s how you ended up here.

Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.

You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.

The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Please, Y/N.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh

He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathed out, “you’re ethereal.” His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. “Oh, does our little slut like to be praised?” Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. “Fuck and degration too.” Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.

The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. “Hey!” You slapped his hand away, “No touching!”

“You never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.” The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, “Aw, such a filthy slut for us.”

“Shit he’s right,” Felix breathed out, “what happens if we do touch you?” Shit, you didn’t think this far ahead- fuck you don’t even remember what the prize of the bet was…or if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? “Fuck,” Chan groans gently, “does this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?” You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. “Y/N?” Jeongin’s soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chan’s large hand. “Can we touch you now? Please.”

“Oh God,” You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, “fuck yes! Please Innie!”

With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. “Fuck,” you moan, feeling Changbin’s hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, “why did we do this again?” A small chuckle resonated from Seungmin’s sweet lips, “Because you wanted to win a bet, right pup?”

You bite down on your lower lip, Jisung’s lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chan’s fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, “I swear to fucking God if y’all do that again I’m leaving and finishing by myself!” You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.

“Okay, okay princess.” Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.

You whimper as he nears your face, “This okay?” you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. “Words babe.”

“Yes.” you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom you’re laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.

Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your thighs instinctively clench around the head that’s propped between them.

“So sweet.”

Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. “Holy fuck Innie!” you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisung’s, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesn’t bite down to the point where it hurts. “Fuck, keep her making those faces.” Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. “Look at you,” Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, “being so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.” You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeongin’s tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. “Fuck you,” you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeongin’s face is buried. “No,” Minho tsked, “I’ll do the fucking.”

“Don’t be too rough on her Min.” Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. “She likes it.” Seungmin said confidently, “Right, whore?” You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. “Answer with words pup.”

“God, fuck yes! I love it- please don’t stop.” You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.

Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. “Lix,” you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, “take it off.”

You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. They’re moving so quickly you can barely keep up with who’s doing what.

“Can we fuck you already?” A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. “Kim Seungmin!” Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, “Let her choose, remember?” The oldest shakes his head at the younger. “Min,” You whimper from the stimulation. “Yeah?” Both Seungmin and Minho responded. “Lee.” Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minho’s brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. “Desperate are we?” He smirks, “You want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?” Chan questions, he’s so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. “All.”

”Fuck.” Each boy’s voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.

Your hand that’s still wrapped around Minho’s cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.

The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjin’s hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minho’s cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well, yeah slut.” Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. “Min, not too rough.” Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he continued kissing you.

“Yeah, she’s still got all of us!” Jeongin whined from Chan’s left. You clench at Jeongin’s words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. “Not yet kitten. Hold it off.” Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.

“Hyune.” You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. “Shit, you want me too darling?” Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where you’re pulling him towards.

You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin’s tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didn’t hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.

“Aw, don’t cry bun.” You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. “They making you feel that good?” He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. “F-Fuck Binnie.” You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.

A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. “I’m so close princess, can I fill you up?” Hyunjin grunts against your neck. “Yes, God, please, Hyune.” Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjin’s cum coating his cock.

Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjin’s sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisung’s cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.

You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.

“Fuck you’re so warm baby.” Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. “Can I have a turn hun?” You hear Felix hum behind you.

You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisung’s, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.

Your hands shoot up to Felix’s blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, “Darling please, I won’t- last long if you do that.” He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.

You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisung’s) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boy’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.

“Holy shit.” Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. “Save it for me, yeah love?” You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.

Jeongin helps you off of the other’s bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.

Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.

Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. “This okay Innie?” You asked, even though you’ve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.

“Oh fuck yeah I’m okay.” Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.

Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. “Bend.” Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.

A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeongin’s cock filling you up made your back arch.

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeongin’s shoulders.

The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. “Minnie, Innie- let me please, I’m so close.” You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.

“You think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?” Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, “Open.” You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeongin’s neck.

The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.

“Fuck, you did so well pup.” Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeongin’s sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.

Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. “You wanna take a breather?” Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. “No…just…please, I’m so close.”

Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbin’s thick cock, the built man’s hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.

You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. “Gonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?” He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.

“Holy mother of fuck!” You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chan’s way above average length…you don’t think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. “Fuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.”

You loll your head back into his shoulder, “Bin…fuck- Binnie please.” You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.

“Shit,” he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.

Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.

“I know love, I’m sorry…just a few more.” Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.

Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. “Almost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. You’ve been such a good girl for us.” His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.

Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.

“Imma go get the towels.” A voice you’re not even sure who’s said. “I’ll get her some water.” Another stated.

Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. “I’m sorry darling, almost done.”

A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. “You okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, right?” Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.

“You guys were fine- oh.”

“Oh?” Hyunjin smiled in confusion. “The time.” You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.

“I win.” Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.

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secret 2 | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; cursing; fingering (f receiving); praising; p in v; double v penetration; creampie; dom!matt

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notes: well, ask and you shall receive! thank you for not hating on the pegging fic lmao here’s the part 2, now with dom matt using your dildo on you along with his cock… and that will be the last dom fic in a while I NEED A BREAK. thank you guys for all the love and support, 1,5K followers is insane lmao. not proofread as usual so i apologize beforehand for any mistakes, enjoy this one! love yall sm ♡

request by: @cherib3lla & anon

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“what are you doing with this?” i questioned, holding back a giggle. it was a hilarious sight, a barefoot matt with his messy hair wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue plaid underwear, holding my pink dildo on his left hand.

“did you clean it? after we used it?” he asked, waving the toy around and staring at me.

“no matt, i took it out of you and put it back in the box” i ironically responded. “of course i did”.

“good” matt nodded, dragging his feet and making his way to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, still analyzing the dildo. he stroked the silicone as if he was giving it a handjob, realizing his regular fist felt too loose on the toy. “do you like this better than my cock?”

“matthew” i adjusted myself, crawling next to matt before letting my digits caress his covered shoulder. “i told you before, this is just a toy. no, i don't like it better than your cock” i gave him a smooch on his cheek, feeling his growing beard tickle my skin. 

“it doesn't fill me up as good and it doesn't cum inside of me” i whispered into his ear before nibbling on his lobe, trailing my kisses down his neck. matt let go of the dildo and tilted his head, giving me more access to mark him. 

“you think you can take both? my dick and this fake plastic one?” he grinned naughtily, opening his eyes when he realized i had sat down and stopped with the love bites. “c'mon, you're used to my size aren't you baby?” he teased and i looked away, not wanting to give in.

matt placed his palm on my cheek, thumb resting on my chin, holding my jaw upwards. he untangled his legs, pressing both knees on the mattress and hovering over me before laying his body on top of mine, holding his weight with both elbows. 

“fine.” i said, knowing he was still interested in what the dildo could do. “but you gotta go slow, please?”

“anything for my sweet girl” matt moved closer, his lips brushing against mine before taking them in a passionate kiss. one of his hands moved to my thigh, groping the flesh as he licked my lower lip, silently asking to go forward. 

i opened my mouth and his tongue quickly slid in, rolling against my own. matt’s grip tightened, a muffled moan coming from my throat as his palm rested just above my pussy. i bucked my hips upwards, trying to grind myself against his hand. 

“already?” matt asked, kissing my jaw. “want me to touch you?”

“please” i sighed heavily, my fingers going to the back of his neck, playing with his brown locks and trying to get him closer. “need you so bad”

“you asked me to go slow, princess” he reminded me and i groaned. i needed some relief. “be patient, yeah? promise you’re gonna feel so fucking good” matt dragged his tongue across my neck, tugging the hem of my t-shit when he reached my collarbones. i nodded desperately, lifting my arms so he’d take it off for me.

matt tossed my shirt somewhere in his room, latching his lips around my hardened nipple, sucking it while his hands held my waist, the grip of his fingers leaving red marks on my bare skin. he placed his digits on my covered pussy, rubbing my clit over the cloth.

i could see a smirk forming on his face when i let out a moan, finally deciding to touch me properly. matt's hands entered my pants and lifted my hips, rapidly removing my shorts and leaving me entirely naked. my pussy was dripping, my leaking juices had formed a huge wet patch on my panties while he teased me.

matt's middle finger and index once again pressed against my clit, making my legs tremble from the sudden friction. he traveled through my wet folds, stroking every inch he could reach before positioning his digits at my entrance, not waiting to start slipping his finger in. with my mouth hanging open, matt fully entered me and started thrusting back and forth, taking advantage of my throbbing pussy to slip another one in.

"matt!" i whimpered, my nails digging into his back as he began to curve them inside me.

“gotta stretch that pretty pussy first, huh? how you’re gonna take my cock if you can’t handle my fingers, baby?” he said, fastening his pace. i started clenching, i knew if he hit my spot i wouldn’t last long.

matt placed a few more kisses on my chest, slowly pulling out of me. “wanna use your big girl toy?” i nodded eagerly, begging to be filled. matt, however, wasn’t in a rush, taking an incredible amount of time to grab the dildo and coat it with my juices.

“told you to be patient baby” he said as i whined, matt softly dragging the silicone tip across my clit. “you’re gonna have to take both anyways” he spoke to himself, boosting his own ego.

matt positioned the dildo on my entrance, not making any effort to get in. i had to lower my hips, my hole finally touching the pink shaft. “sliding in so easily, huh?” he said, pushing it inside of me. i let my legs hang loose around his waist, as if it was his actual cock fucking me.

matt kept slow, steady movements for a while, until he decided he could no longer hide his aching boner. i could see his hardened dick from miles away, his lenght poking my thighs as he adjusted himself in between my legs.

“look how worked up you got me” matt spoke, pulling his pants down and showing me his cock before wrapping his knuckles around his shaft, spreading the pre-cum downwards. he was trying so hard to make it work, he wanted to fuck me with both at the same time. as soon as his leaking tip touched my entrance, he hissed “shit- so fucking tight”.

matt realized he would have to do a bit more effort for his plan to work. he pulled the dildo out of me, once again making me complain. at this point, i was basically getting edged, not receiving any relief to my throbbing pussy. matt placed his hands on my hips, slowly burying himself inside of me. his dick was so much bigger than my dildo, making me throw my head back as his length stretched my walls.

“you’re so big! fuck!” i moaned, grabbing the sheets since i could no longer reach his back. i needed him closer, needed him all the way inside.

he began to move his hips, pouding inside of me until he reached my sweet spot. “matt, please” i moaned in surprise “please, let me cum! just once!” i begged, the knot in my lower belly getting harder to hold.

“you're gonna be good” he started, “and you're gonna wait until i say you can cum”. matt's thrusts became sloppier, slower, dragging his dick just enough so he could feel good.

“how the fuck should i do that?” matt spoked to himself once again, grabbing the pink dildo and bringing it closer to his own cock. he was gonna push both inside of me, at the same time.

“relax for me princess, c’mon” matt whispered, pulling out the right amount to align both tips on my entrance. “you’re doing so well for me hm? just a little more yeah?”

“please” his praises always worked, my walls gradually unclenching. “slow, please, fuck!”

“theeere you go” he said, finally being able to fit his dick and the silicone toy inside of me. “it’s in baby, all in” matt admired his work, pressing my tummy to feel his own length. i rolled my eyes, no longer being able to speak.

“yeah? can feel it right here huh? good girl, so good to me. taking two cocks at once, fuck” he groaned before hovering his body over mine, bucking his hips forward as his lips came back to mine in a failed attempt to cover my moans.

“matt, i’m gonna- i’m close” i managed to speak, his blue eyes locked with mine, reassuring me i could take it. he was no longer containing himself, the silicone getting dragged on his veins along with the wetness of my pussy helping him to reach his high quicker.

“whenever you want” he nodded and i wrapped my hands around his shoulder. “no need to ask, cum all over me princess”

one of matt's hands came back to my boobs, groping my titties and rubbing my nipple with his thumb as gave a few last thrusts, twitching dick inside of me begging for release. my orgasm suddenly hit me, making me arch my back and curl my toes, my chest panting heavily as matt came in thick spurts into my throbbing pussy. as he savored the last moments of his orgasm, his cum started to leak from me, both of us groaning — him with the delightful sight, me with with the overwhelming sensation.

matt pulled out and collapsed next to me, resting his head on the mattress and opening his arms so i'd snuggle on his chest.

when matt came back to his senses, he realized he was still holding the dildo on his hand, the stickiness from our releases messing his hand. “well, that’s kinda icky” he showed it to me and i rolled my eyes, pretending i didn't find that insanely hot. “but i’m starting to enjoy this pink thing”.

“yeah? want me to use it on you again?” i chuckled, biting his neck and getting closer to him, resting my hands on his waist.

“it's a secret, i told you before” he spoke, caressing my head as he tried to fix my hair. “i might think about it if you let me do that to you again.”

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can you do juju watkins or paige bueckers hcs

Juju Watkins & Paige Bueckers hc

Juju:

Juju is such a chill gf. That being said, she strikes me as a quiet and hidden jealous gf. Like if someone’s flirting with you she won’t necessarily go out of her way to make it known she’s jealous but her eyes tell the other person to piss off and when you ask what’s wrong she’ll hit you with a “Nothing’s wrong” (She’s so hot when mad yall).

Eye contact goes crazy. Her eyes are so sexy and she knows it and uses them to get what she wants from you.

Feel like she would secretly love when you take care of her after her games bc cmon, this girl scores double digits like they are nothing. She would just love for someone to tell her she did good and help with her recovery.

She remembers small details about you so she could spoil you later. Acts all nonchalant when you ask her how she remembers.

Def sleeps a lot to regain her energy. Girl is always sleeping.

Also, she looks sooo good when she wakes up. Like she’s groggy sure but (my idea) she def wakes up all tousled and her shirts are always too short and her eyes just tie it all together (my gosh) and she knows this.

Loves quiet and slow mornings because she needs to reserve all of her mental and physical energy for her games but she is not a morning person. When you wake her up for games, practice, or whatever she’s just so grumpy and lowkey mean but that’s nothing a cuddle session can’t fix

Although she’s not 100% against PDA and will wrap her arms around your waist every now and then, she would prefer to just hold your pinky in public or your hand under the table. It’s more personal for her and it makes her feel good and lowkey cocky.

However, once she’s a little jealous she will have both hands around you and will cling on to you with no shame.

After a fight, she can be so many ways. Like if it’s before a game I think she would go radio silent and just focus on her game because she's a perfectionist and doesn’t want it to affect her performance. If it was your fault she would be so quiet and distant because although it might not seem like it, she’s hurt. If it was her fault she would apologize after just a bit and would get you your favorite snacks (see the remembers the little things about you).

You guys first met in class after she asked for your notes because she was busy with her games.

Loves messy/sloppy make out sessions. Makes her feel so smug at the end. However, don’t get me wrong, it drives her crazy when you completely take control because she's not used to it.

Lowkey is very sassy but she controls it around you.

Loves to whisper some stuff in public (iykyk) and watch with the most devilish smile how you react because she finds it fun.

Paige:

Hands on your lower back, ass, and shoulder girl 24/7. Like she’s truly shameless.

Acts tough when you guys are public but is a complete baby when you two are alone. Like she wants cuddles, kisses, and to be cared for behind closed doors and TRUST she will be on top of you whenever you lay down with her in bed.

Finds it lowkey sexy when you give her sass right back at her. She will have the biggest smirk on her face and will definitely say “Yes ma’am” when you tell her to quit it.

I think she just loves when she can be chill after tough games with you. Brings her peace of mind to have someone to get home too who will help with recovery after her body takes beating after beating.

That being said, she probably makes her watch her games and acts all cocky when she makes a fancy layup.

Loves cheek and temple kisses bc I said so. Whenever she’s nervous about a big game, receiving/giving you kisses will always calm her down.

Likes creative dates (aquariums, wine, drawing, etc).

Loves to go to the library with you (ik it’s random but just go along with it) because it is a secret getaway for you and her. Loves to just be in silence with you and study because it truly calms her down.

Polaroids, polaroids, polaroids (especially spicy ones shhhh). Paige loves to keep pics of you because she takes them when she goes away for games.

Talking about away games. Paige will get so whiny when she’s away. Like she will call, text 24/7 when she’s away because being away from you is too much. (Ik this one is sad) but she will def call you before she falls asleep and falls asleep with you on call. It just makes it more bearable.

Once she’s back she will be attached to you like there’s no tomorrow. Get ready to be completely engulfed in bed and basically everywhere you walk.

Loves to see you wearing her clothes. Mostly because they are always too big on you and she thinks you look cute.

Hands around your shoulders when you guys go out to eat with the team but if you guys are too public she’ll settle for something simple like knees brushing or hand on your thigh beneath the table because it just makes her feel so exclusive and cocky. Especially seeing you react to it.

Basically mush after games and loves when you give her massages or just lay down with her. Falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and you definitely tuck her in her in bed.

That being said, Paige loves to take care of you too and will make sure you are always happy no matter what bc happy wife, happy life.

[vesanal]

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 10th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

HEY!! YahOOOoooie!! Y’all! We made it to day 10! It is officially double digits now and 14 days left!! I’m so excited for all the prompts but sad that it’ll be ending soon!! This has been a truly awesome experience and I’m glad I joined in on the fun! Here is the invite post to see all the rules and regs and here are the prompts for the 10th day of Writemas!!! OOO and also thanks so much for the following everyone!! 50(almost 60 now) is literally insane! I appreciate y’all so much!! It has been such a fun time on here, I’m so glad I found a community to share my stuff with! Now i’ll stop gushing and let yall read lol

Prompts used:

Feeling: The calm of a smile

Setting: A (frozen) lake

Time for a character I haven’t even written for yet!! Oops! I tried to make it equal but the prompts just call for a certain character lol. THANKFULLY, today Nilus got picked for a change! I do like him actually. I swear. But uh a lot of interesting stuff you get with him are with other characters and I need to set everyone up first lmao. Eventually I’ll get to the point where I can have multiple of these guys in there. It’ll happen very soon (like in the coming days ;) ). Ramble aside, I'll let you go. Very young Nilus time!

Read about the WIP here!!

ENJOYYYYY <33333

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The Bone-Binder had been put away for a little under a century, his presence almost becoming folklore at this point, and rightly so. The terror that he placed over Pytharios transformed into, simply put, stories of the past. The last Nilus had ever even heard the mention of his name was from his grandfather passing down the tale from his father’s account of the battlefields in Eastern Pytharios. Mostly everything to do with the evil man was put to rest. No one wanted to see it. Peace was achieved, forever. Why bother caring about the past anymore when it holds you back from the future?

Nilus sat on the shores of the now frozen lake. Beside him was his old friend, Innes, throwing rocks and watching them slide across the ice. It had been a week since their graduation from the academy. Ever since then, it felt free. Nothing felt better than knowing you finally passed your trials, especially when you had a close friend along on the ride with you. 

Innes lobbed one after another out of his reach to Nilus’ amazement. He sure did have a good arm. You would think Nilus wouldn’t be surprised by it anymore, but watching Innes throw was really something to be admired for. Nilus sighed as he laid his hands behind his head. This was the life. Layers of tyranny of their school placed over them faded as each rock launched out of the young boy’s hand. They couldn’t do anything like this back at the rigid academy, unless they wanted to be severely punished for going outside the premises and not displaying ‘gentlemanly’ behavior. A sense of stillness came over Nilus. Not a word had been spoken between the two for a long while, apart from the occasional brief acknowledgement of his throw by Innes.

“You ever think that he’s going to come back, Ni?” Innes suddenly broke the soothing silence, winding his arm back ready to throw another rock at a chunk of ice towards the distant horizon.

Nilus scrunched his face in confusion at his completely vague question, “Who are you talking about?” 

“You know, “ Innes smirked and lowered his voice to a whisper, “The Bone-Binder. Haven’t you heard anyone talk about 

Rolling his eyes at the absurdity, Nilus humored him, “Don’t be ignorant, you know that won’t happen. Read your history book, remember what he had to do?” 

“Yeah, I do know, thank you very much. He had to make a covenant to the Queen. Like a treaty of some kind. I actually did listen in history class.” He responded back, flinging the rock in his hand flying across the cold ice. 

“Exactly, he can’t return or he breaks it. It’s like a treaty in that regard. Such a simple thing to understand, Nes.”

Innes threw his arms up in the air, “Well you don’t have to flame me over it! I get it, I was just asking a question. Damn!” 

“You ask stupid questions you are going to get stupid answers. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”, Nilus laughed at his friend. 

“People don’t always follow the rules, idiot.”

Nilus stood up and made eye contact with his friend, noticing his friend’s smile, a twinge of calmness shot through him, exclaiming, “Oh, whatever. Let’s just move on, he’s not ever going to return and you know it. Now, give me one of those things. I’ll show you what I can do.”

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I’m 100% done trying to save ppl from the worst case scenarios. Both personally and socially/politically. Like, gen z never went through the fat phobic days of the 90s and 2000s. Yall came of age when we were touting body positivity and screaming against fatphobia, and so yall think we just love fat ppl. When that girl said she’s afraid of not being skinny, she’s not thinking about being as big as lizzo; she’s thinking about being a size 6, 8, or GOD FORBID, and double digit 10!!!! 😱

Aka: WHAT WE CALL AVERAGE FOR WOMEN.

She’s literally afraid to get as fat as YOU.

And so I’m just like fine. Let’s go back to the fatphobic days where we shame women and girls for being bigger than a size 2. If you have a slight pouch or the hint of a wrinkle of cellulite, you’re fat. Got a bit of a booty? Fat. Let’s normalize the grapefruit diet, the Ana bootcamp diets, let’s attempt all the extreme kpop diets, let’s run for miles and never lift weights because we wanna be skinny not muscular! Let’s repeat that nothing taste as good feels; hunger hurts but starving works! Keep putting off meals. Take body shots tracking your “progress.” Obsess over collar bones, hip bones, thigh gaps, and concave stomachs. Obsess over skinny models and celebs with super flat bodies in stylish clothes wishing you could be that skinny. And maybe you can if you go the next week only eating one apple a day and living off Diet Coke. “I didn’t eat for three days so I could be lovely.” Need any documentaries or movies about eating disorders to trigger you, hmu I know all the best ones from the 80s to about 2010ish.

If hating fat ppl is more important to you than just accepting your body and learning to live with it as is—and accepting others at the weight they are—then let’s fucking GO.

Eating disorders and starvation diets for all of y’all! Eugenia Cooney is based, right? Thinspiration goals, am I right? Let’s fucking go back to that. I’m not stopping yall, I won’t alert your parents for those of yall underage; hopefully your parents can afford treatment before you die from it. Black girls particularly tend to suffer more from bulimia than anorexia, so invest in some tums and use that to neutralize the acid so you don’t ruin your teeth. I mean, you still will but at least not as fast so you can get skinny first lol.

Let’s just do it. Let’s create a really hostile environment for anyone bigger than a size 2, (btw, this means every female rapper/black female artist is a fat cow now), and let yall see how bad it was. Let’s just do it. Seeing is believing and since you won’t listen to the science on weight, or millennial women who lived through it, then fine. Let’s fucking gooooooooo! Fat phobic society pt 2! Didn’t learn the first time so let’s do it again! Woot!

[creacherkeeper]

for scruggs and florence :)) 🎯 🍀🧠💀

ough <333

🎯 - What do they do best?

scruggs: i think he's really good at making people feel safe with him. ironic considering he's a bodyguard and is also great at making people scared shitless. but. i think he's just so warm and attentive that he can break down walls pretty quickly

florence: making big sad puppy eyes? no but seriously i think shes just really really good at reading people. shes very perceptive and she picks up on small things and shes very insightful. she doesnt always know what to do with what she picks up on (frequently doesnt) but she has big puppy eyes and she loves to autism stare with them

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

scruggs: very originally, waylon just needed a big strong bodyguard so if yall tried to attack him it would be at least something of a fight. once scruggs actually became a character i was like what is perfect hubband for me and leo. his actual backstory is a mishmash of several things but hes simply a little bit little women coded lmao. little women, anastasia, robin hood, a few slavic fairy tales

florence: since wolf!ama couldnt super intervene on her own behalf and yall handled annalise so handily i knew ama had to send someone to try to stop yall from taking the baby. since its ama, i knew it would have to be a female knight, and i just really liked the name florence for her. but i couldnt just Waste the name florence on a throwaway character and then i listened to high as hope in the shower and came up with all the florence/lizzie stuff and originally she was an only child but then i was like no i have to stop defaulting to only children so then the twins happened and suddenly she was a whole character and i was like. oh boy i have to make her so immediately endearing so shes not in like two sessions lmao. also, ama was going to charm the werewolves and so florence would have to be a devotion paladin for their anticharm but then that was so chewy. so she went from a plot roadblock to my babygorl in like three days

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

scruggs: i find weird aging stuff so fun even when it makes things convoluted so like. with him being an orc like. yes he's middle aged but also he's going to act like a 24 year old sometimes because he's only had 24 years of lived experiences. yes he was a teen and then nearly an adult when he was in the gang but also he was barely double digits. yes he was the oldest taking care of all his younger sisters but also he was just a baby. he's the oldest but no lizzie's the oldest so yes he's gonna big brother her sometimes but also sometimes he is a bratty younger brother. i just think finding the balance of like. he's lived through so much and he's mature but also he's so young is like. fun. sometimes it makes him fuck up in fun ways when he just doesnt know how to handle things a middle aged person who was actually older would

florence: kind of similar to scruggs, age/maturity stuff is so interesting to me. like. florence is technically 29 but no shes not because shes an aasimar but also shes in some big ways kind of stuck at 16. never really had proper/kind parenting and then struck out on her own and never really like. got past that age? sure she worked for the church for a long time and shes handled adult situations and she lived on her own for years and shes dated and other things adults do but like. shes also kind of still a scared teenager who needs her parents and never really had them. so now shes coming to lost and her only point of comparison is lizzie who she hasnt seen in 9 years and lizzie has grown and matured so so much and shes going Oh. i dont think i did that. like realizing how much she stagnated and doesnt know what to do about it

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

scruggs: okay silly answer? i think he hates bugs. most bugs. lizzie is walking to waylons and scruggs is sitting outside on the porch and shes like why are you outside its so hot out rn and hes like i saw a spider :((( and shes like jesus christ

florence - i think she used to be very scared of the dark and didnt get over it until she was in her early 20s and can still occasionally get a little freaked out about it. and i think shes very nervous about thunderstorms and bad weather

[spreadwardiard]

Aaah an otp ask game that i decided to just... answer everything to. (Since i dont really get many asks 😅😅😅) Aaaanyway here are 20 questions about my Otp, Megatron and Orion Pax, specifically from the Two Sides to a Coin AU i been working on with @lets-try-some-writing.

I literally adore these two and their dynamic so much. I just have so many feelings about the two of them, hope yall enjoy this little exercise.

1. What's the biggest wish the members of your otp have for the other? Is it a wish that could come true? Do they actively work towards it?

Orion Pax wishes that his lover would be seen as a respectable mech in every day society. He wants Megatron to be able to find employment should he want to. He wants his voice to be heard. He wants Megatron to be able to access everything Orion feels he is entitled to.. He also knows that this wish is an uphill battle after the war. Too many believe the official lies told about why the war started so quickly and with such brutality. Orion has been working diligently to expose these truths, even though he knows deep down that Cybertron will never trust Megatron and most will see only a monster. 

As for Megatron, what he wants for Orion is for him to be able to heal from the trauma inflicted on him by the war and his entrapment behind the Matrix. This is why he tolerates Ratchet's mistreatment of Orion, because without Ratchet's expertise, his mate would still be mostly withdrawn into himself and lashing out at everyone like a wild animal, instead of just causing hell for the Council. 

2. How comfortable are the members of your otp around each other? Do they care about keeping up appearances? Would they care if the other(s) saw them groggy, undressed, without makeup, etc.?

They are both COMPLETELY comfortable around each other to the point neither have any shame when they are alone. Both of them think nothing of walking around their hab with panels popped open from earlier tangles of passion (poor Hush). They have seen each other at some of their lowest points, so superficial things like grogginess or being dressed just aren't concerns to them. 

3. If your otp were stuck in an elevator/other cramped space with not much to do, how would they pass the time?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) this is easy. They would do each other to pass the time once conversation inevitably falls to flirting, and their proximity combined with being alone makes touching irresistible. 

4. After a bad day, what would each member of your otp do to cheer the other up?

Depends on the type of bad day, but if Orion has a bad day at work, Megatron will spend extra time doting on him once he gets home from work. He will prepare Orion’s energon with extra care for flavor and consistency, making sure it is just the way he likes it. He will listen intently as Orion complains about what has him troubled. Kisses and affectionate touches are doubled and it is not uncommon for Megatron to pull a frustrated from work Orion Pax into his lap for a good long snuggle.

If Orion has a bad day in the sense of his mental health, Megatron will call Ratchet for Orion to request medication or advice (even tho he hates that fragger). He will make a point to stay in whatever room Orion chooses to spend the day as much as possible, to bathe him in his field, constantly pouring love and reassurance at him. If Orion is unable to leave the berth, Megatron will big spoon him, and whisper poetics in his audials 

If Megatron has a bad day, Orion Pax goes into full devotion mode. He will pamper his champion by waxing his plating, soothing any aches and pains by dipping his digits into transformation seams and under plating to massage or untangle over stressed wires and components. He will prep Megatron's fuels with just as much care as Megatron does for him, and if that fails to comfort him, Orion will unleash his field and wrap him up in his full devotion. 

Both of them will read aloud to the other as a means of comfort, as well as engage in what may appear to be heated arguments, but are in fact, simply debates or discussions they are using to blow off steam with each other. 

5. What's your otp's ideal vision of the future? What would they want to happen? Where would they want to live?

Orion wants to go home to Kaon with Megatron in the future, away from what he considers to be the oppressive Iaconian etiquette standards (and Optimus Prime). He wishes to have a modest hab with a large garden where he can grow as many crystals as he wants.  He wants to expand the Hall of Records to have branches in each major city, both to aid the mechs living in those regions, but also so he may retain his job as head Archivist no matter where he chooses to live. Orion wants to stand at Megatron’s side every day for the rest of his life, and wants to do all he can to help Megatron see the Cybertron he dreams of, He hopes to one day raise many sparklings with Megatron, who he knows will make as good a sire as he does a conjunx. but above all else, Orion just wants to be with Megatron. Everything else is secondary. This is his most selfish desire for the future. He would literally give up everything else just to stay at Megatron’s side. 

Megatron also is homesick for Kaon after living so long in New Iacon, but is mostly happy as long as Orion remains at his side. He has hopes that Optimus and Ratchet will pull their helms out of their afts and fix the many problems that both he and Orion have been bringing up to the Council and citizens but honestly has doubts their concerns are being heard with any deal of seriousness. He wants a truly free Cybertron, one where former Decepticons can live alongside former Autobots in peace. He wants those of living in the sublevels to have the same access to public services as those on the surface. He wants a true end to functionalism and the idea that frametype has anything to do with intelligence or personality. Megatron wanted originally to forge a better Cybertron for all citizens and he STILL holds on to that original ideal he had before he fell into madness. He is not keen on the idea of sparklings, as he does not think he would be a suitable sire for anyone, and he fears that being tied to him would make any sparkling's life more difficult just by association. 

6. If your otp went on a holiday, what would they pack? What would they definitely forget? How would one react to the other forgetting that thing?

Orion would pack things for them to read while they���re relaxing. Holiday is meant for downtime and that is what Orion will plan for. Datapads, a comfortable thermoplastic sheet, his medications and some of his favorite snacks.  Megatron is much the same, and would pack to relax. He would pack items such as a cleaning cloth, plating polish, his writing materials, as much shanix as he thinks they will need, and then a bit more for good measure. Neither of them would think to bring an itinerary. They are so focused on relaxing that they simply forget to make actual plans at their destination, both relying on the other to do so. However, upon discovery of this the two of them simply laugh it off, this is so typical of them, and enjoy their time moseying about near their hotel and just spending time together. 

7. Your otp has to spend some time apart for whatever reason. How would they bridge that time? How would they react upon seeing each other again? Would anything change?

This is a good one. These two are so very codependent on each other. Their forced separation during the war has left deep scars on both of them that leaves them both anxious when they are apart, even for normal daily life, however, it is actually Orion who is better at coping with separation. Their bond runs deep, they can feel each other’s emotions quite clearly through it and Megatron is always monitoring Orion’s emotions when they are apart. He could not feel it at all during the war and now is hyperaware of everything Orion is feeling and any blip or change in those emotions puts him on alert. He worries for his Archivist when he cannot be there to protect him or help him should he need it, because his failure before the war led to Orion being taken and locked away. The further away Orion is, the stronger his anxiety, because he cannot get to him as quickly if he’s needed. It is not uncommon for him to private comm Orion (either voice or text) to ease his anxieties that Orion is okay. This is just a normal workday, if Orion was called off on a mission I do not think he would cope well, He would demand he come along, with many prefabricated excuses as to why he needs to be there, even though he knows Orion knows the truth of the matter.  

Orion also suffers anxiety at separation, but the medications he takes to help manage his field disruptions act as a bit of a dampener in this respect. He misses his conjunx terribly while they are apart, but it doesn’t eat at his spark as harshly as it does Megatron. He too frequently comms when he feels Megatron’s emotions dip too far, but he always allows time for Megatron to course correct his emotions himself before reaching out, though he often does comm over interesting things he learns while working as well. Orion would be much more comfortable with the idea of a short separation, but still would not be pleased by it. 

Upon any reunion between the two, they embrace as closely and as tightly as they can, both with arms and with their fields. They tell each other how much they missed each other and almost always share a brief romantic moment of gazing into each other’s optics before kissing, and nuzzling each others faces. A long separation would make this small ritual of theirs last much longer is all, and afterwards they would be extra touchy and there would be an entire day of them just sitting nearly on top of each other because they missed each other’s touch so much. 

8. One part of your otp found out they didn't have much time left to live. How would they react? Would they tell the other? Would they spend every last second together or would they withdraw to soften the blow?

Both of them would be completely honest with the other about their impending deaths. Honesty was something they swore to each other at the very start of their union. Both would spend every last second with the other until the very end, no matter how badly it hurt. They promised each other eternity and meant it. 

If Megatron were the one to die, Orion Pax would first completely retreat into himself. He would hear no one speaking to him, nor even see them standing in front of him, and his field would flare wildly with his inner grief and anguish. He would be truly spark broken, and likely would not survive long after Megatron died, 

If Orion were the one who died, Megatron would be absolutely devastated, but because he has so many dreams independent of Orion, he still has something to live for. He would pour all his grief into his dreams of a better Cybertron, one that truly is free, and yes, he would fight for it again if he has to. He would endure with the hope that Orion’s belief in reincarnation was true and that someday they would be reunited once more. 

9. What annoys each member of your otp about the other? Do they tell them? Do they compromise/work it out? 

Megatron thinks Orion is a selfish, insufferable little glitch and will tell him so, right to his face. Honesty, after all, but he also is sure to tell Orion that he would not have him any other way. Megatron also finds it annoying that Orion refuses to see the truth: that Ratchet is NOT his friend, and hasn’t been for a long time. He tells him that too, and Orion resists it because he has hope that their friendship is strong enough to overcome this, even though deep down he knows Megatron is right. Orion finds it annoying that Megatron frequently loses his place in his datapads and he has to search for where he left off, but this inconvenience hasn’t been something he’s felt the need to speak up about yet, and once he does, Megatron will likely solve the problem. 

10. If your otp had met at a different point in time/their lives, what would change? Would they still end up together?

If they met up earlier than they did, they absolutely would have ended up together and their bond would have been even stronger during the war. Had they met up much later, they maybe wouldn’t have had time to form a romantic bond, which would have greatly influenced Orion’s reaction to being given to the Matrix. Without Megatron’s influence to be more selfish and do things for himself because he wants to, he would have most certainly rolled over for the Matrix and accepted his role with little fuss, though he would have still suffered the loss of his life, he likely would never have lashed out violently. 

11. What is your otp's most special moment? If they could travel back in time to relive it, would they? Would they change anything?

Their bonding rite, when they (unofficially, in the optics of the government) conjunxed themselves. Orion had been courting Megatron for over a vorn before Megatron decided it was enough. He took Orion deep into a defunct mine below the gladiatorial arena to a natural chamber full of giant, glowing crystals that were useless to harvest but gorgeous to look at. It was there he and Orion first engraved, painted and laid official claims on each other’s sparks and frames. It was also here they first committed an act of blasphemy: consuming energon drawn from each other’s spark chambers, an act that only served to tie them even closer together. The only thing they would change if they could go back would be that they would proudly show off their claims to the world, instead of hiding them away to avoid their illegal bond harming their cause. 

 

12. Was/is it difficult for the members of your otp to realise their feelings? Were they okay with those feelings or were they in denial? 

Megatron knew long before Orion did that he was in love. He knew as soon as he agreed to pop his panels for Orion the first time that he had to be helm over pede in love to seriously consider something so taboo as interfacing with Trion’s prized pupil, Orion was practically an untouchable due to his association with the Head Archivist. But Orion came to him to express his newfound selfishness, and he couldn’t find it in his spark to deny him what he had specifically told him to seek out; what he really wanted. If that was a few experimental interfaces and surface level merges, he was happy to oblige. But when it came down to things getting serious??? He rebuffed Orion’s attempts at courtship several times. He believed that Orion would be destroyed by his way of life, but he was only delaying the inevitable. 

Orion, however, did not realize he was in love until it literally slapped him in his face. He and Megatron had been ‘fooling around’ a little with each other but no feelings were attached, or so he thought. It was simply a matter of Megatron helping him learn to be more selfish, until it wasn’t that anymore. Megatron standing up for him to his Sire awoke a deep realization that he wanted so much more from the Champion of Kaon than he originally thought. Though Megatron turned down his courtship several times, he still insisted that Orion pursue the things he wanted in life, including himself. When Megatron finally agreed, their relationship ignited like an inferno 

13. If your otp moved in together, what would their home look like? What would be each member's touch? Would they argue over it?

They have lived together. They prefer habs with less rooms and more space to accommodate Megatron’s larger frame size. Both habs they have lived in post war had high ceilings, wide and tall door frames and large living spaces. For the same reason, they prefer large pieces of furniture to accommodate Megatron. Orion likes the extra floor space, it gives him plenty of space to plop down and spread out his work all around him

Orion is not much concerned with the way the hab looks as much as he is how it functions. He likes to have plenty of niches and cubbies to stash things as he sees fit, However, he never forgets where he puts anything, no matter how nonsensical it seems. If he were in control, the hab would be completely full of shelves stocked with datapads from any and all subjects Orion or Megatron found interesting as a means of lining the walls rather than actually decorating. As it is now his collection of datapads is organized in a manner that only Orion himself understands.  However, he does have a few things he likes to display, such as his favorite rocks from his collection, a framed transcript of the first speech of Megatron’s he ever heard, his potted crystal and the crystal shard he has yet to plant that Megatron gave him during their reforging rites. 

Megatron on the other hand, while eccentric in his style, does indeed like to have some decor in his hab. He enjoys mixing bold colors and differing styles together to get something he feels matches both himself and Orion. He has many pieces of Kaoni and Decepticon artworks, both paintings and sculptures, that he displays in their berthroom, where he spends most of his time.  He keeps Orion's urge to horde datapads in check, by allowing him limited spaces to store them. Orion is secretly grateful for this. They have little reason to argue over it, their habits suit each other perfectly. 

14. What is something that would break up your otp? How high is the chance of it actually happening? 

I am unsure if anything would make Orion want to break up with Megatron. He already has forgiven murder, plague, madness, the destruction of cybertron, the maiming of his sparkling and so much more. As for Megatron, he would have broken up with Orion for sure if he’d taken the Matrix willingly, but he didn’t. The likelihood of them breaking up is practically 0 at this point. 

15. If one member of your otp could only experience the other with one sense (sight, touch, hearing, taste, smell, fantasy senses, etc), which one would they choose? Would they find a way to work around the issue?

They both would choose touch in this scenario. They went so long without being able to touch one another that neither of them ever want to go through that again. Though hearing is a close second for Orion, because he loves Megatron’s poetry almost as much as he loves the mech himself, cheese and all. 

16. If one member of your otp committed a serious crime, how would the other react? Would they forgive? Help cover it up? Go to the police?

Lol.  Orion’s already aided Megatron in various serious crimes, including during the war while he was fighting denta and claw to keep him and his soldiers alive.  Even pre war, Orion aided Megatron in committing various crimes, by means of delivering him information necessary to do so. Orion may not be capable of pulling the trigger himself, but he is more than happy to supply the ammo, if you catch my drift. 

Megatron absolutely would help Orion hide a body. After all the scrap Orion has done for him, the least he can do is not ask questions. 

17. If one member of your otp had an accident and was left with a permanent disability (Paralysed, missing limb, lost senses, etc.) how would they both deal with that? Would they cope? Would that be too much for them?

Orion is disabled now. His field management disorder is a disability that will probably be permanent. It is the main reason Orion holds it in so close, because he cannot filter its strength and it is painfully powerful when he is feeling negatively and incredibly overwhelming if he is feeling positively. He no longer has access to an entire layer of communication used by his people, and tries to make up for it by loading his speech with subglyphs to make sure he’s understood properly. Megatron suffers the brunt of Orion’s painful field attacks with little complaint, other than it hurts. He is honest about that, every time Orion asks, and it will never be too much for him and he also has no qualms with telling Orion how much he loves the nearly overwhelming weight of his field all around him when they are being intimate. They are quite happy together.

If Megatron were to become disabled, it would be difficult to adjust to, in the sense that Orion would find his work/home life more challenging to juggle, but he WOULD find a way to make it work. He would also be honest with Megatron about how difficult it is to maintain, but their love absolutely would see them through it until the perfect balance was struck. Orion is just as devoted to Megatron as Megatron is to him. It would be a difficult adjustment, but in the end they still would be quite happy together. 

18. What are the small gestures with which your otp says 'I love you'? Are those daily rituals? Is the other aware of the intention behind those gestures?

They have so many little rituals they do to express love to each other. One I mentioned already, their daily embrace when Orion returns home from work.  In the mornings, Megatron always helps Orion prepare for the day, polishing and cleaning him up so he looks as respectable as possible. In the evenings before recharge, they cuddle up together either in berth or on the sofa and read to each other.  They express their love often through physical touch, both small brushes against each other to outright grabbing each other for kisses or embraces, each touch is a declaration of their love for each other and they both understand that. 

19. Is the approval of family and friends important to your otp? If so, how would they try to win over a skeptical in-law? Would they cut people off if they didn't approve of the relationship? 

Complete honesty: they dont give a frag. The odds were stacked against them from the very beginning on this one. Orion knew that none of his friends or his sire would ever approve an illegal intercaste union with a mech like Megatron. So he hid it until he had no choice but to reveal their involvement with each other While the disapproval hurts, he would rather cling to the few mechs he considers to be his loved ones rather than cut them out.  

As for Megatron, the only mech who's opinion he truly cared about was Soundwave, and Soundwave was the one who taught Orion Kaoni and gladiatorial courting practices so that he could pursue Megatron properly. Soundwave shipped them before they even knew they were attracted to each other. 

20. How tolerant is your otp of each member's ex(es)? Do they care? Do they get jealous when the topic comes up? If they're still in touch with their ex(es), how does the other feel about that?

Orion has no exes. Megatron was his first. However that doesn't stop Megatron from wanting to tear Ratchet apart as if he were an ex. Ratchet is one of the only few mechs Megatron truly sees as a threat to his claim, even though he knows Orion isn’t interested in anyone else. He does not believe that Ratchet was never interested in Orion and this is entirely Ratchet's fault for using his close friendship with Orion to get under Megatron’s skin. 

Megatron does have exes, but most of them are long dead and the few that are not, Orion has never even met, and so has no concern over. Even if a jealous ex was to return, Orion would not be worried. He trusts their bond and their love with all his spark and knows Megatron would not allow anyone to attempt to seduce him away from him, but if they were to try, they would have to go through a very possessive Archivist Pax first. He is not threatened by the idea of an ex showing up, but if he feels his claim is being blatantly disrespected, he will not hesitate to lash out about it. 

[terven--godess]

Gonna start rapping about how trans women are men to get yall hooked then I'll move onto all the other aspects of radical feminism and actively say things about radical feminism in interviews and run a radical feminist consciousness raising org but when asked about my “transphobic” beliefs I'll be like “lmao you bought it? It's a character duhhh that's Raddy McFem she's a baddy raddy lmao. she crazy. Have you ever heard of Slim Shady?” Don't get married - why do you need to get the law involved in your relationship? It's not a good choice in many ways. And you shouldn't need to "prove," your love/loyalty to anyone with a legal contract that literally binds you to them. Online feminist spaces often feel stagnant due to their lack of real-world activism. While digital platforms have allowed for the spread of feminist ideas, many activists feel that true change requires physical organizing and collective action. The disconnect between online discourse and real-world mobilization highlights the need for feminists to move beyond theory and into practice to create meaningful societal shifts. It s a difficult reality to accept: the understanding is there, but the willful cruelty persists. Men rarely seek friendships with younger boys in the same way they pursue relationships with younger women. This double standard exposes the power dynamics at play, as men are more likely to view young women as easier to manipulate and control. They frame these relationships as based on "maturity," but the underlying motivation is rooted in exploitation, not genuine connection. These power imbalances highlight the predatory nature of many older men’s interactions with young women. TIC…memmber…Shadow’s Pregnancy…

meat: The Waluigi over there is starting to look drabbley. boy: You cant piccolo if youre scringy like breasts. me: Theres no such thing as too grubbley when it comes to porn. Miscarriage…Shadow’s Pregnancy…peanut butt…The shadow the hedgehog shack…Notice anything? scromb!

[mythicalmyles]

Heh uh yeah dr smiley thank yall so much for 500 <333

Enema, noncon,

(Name) nodded warily and followed him, too unnerved to walk out. He convinced himself he was probably just some rocker doctor who couldn’t get hired due to appearance, yet the anxious feeling persisted. “On that bed.” The voice spoke again, it was firm and commanding and before he could think he was already making his way to the bed.

It didn’t take him long to clamber on as he gazed up, from what he remembered doctors usually got you to sit but he shrugged it off. “I just need to do something’s, this is the first time I’m seeing you after all.” (Name) really wanted to know what ‘somethings’ was but he couldn’t find his voice. Instead he was shocked out of this thought by a curtain shooting passed his vision, covering half of his body.

Hands undid his belt as his breathing caught, this had definitely not been how any of his older appointments went. “How old are you?” The doctor questioned as he paused so snap on some gloves. (Name) gulped. “18” He spoke weakly. The doctor chuckled as he began pulling off his pants. “This your first time as an adult?” The man questioned. “Yeah, just turned a few months ago.”

“Explains why you’re so jumpy.” Finally the man got his pants off, before he moved onto his boxers. (Name) relaxed slightly, assuming this was something all adults had to do. He finally relaxed his body as a finger lightly rubbed against his hole, his leg kicking the arm.

“Oh yes, my apologies.” Clinching noises came before his leg was gripped and put onto something with a strap coming over to secure his thigh, repeating the process on the other side.

The man found his way back up to (Names) head who now noticed the teeth that were etched onto the mask, panic had doubled now inside of the boy. “Uh maybe I should come another-.” He was cut off before he could finish by his hand being cuffed to the side of the bed, he sucked in a deep breath. “Whatever you’re doing stop it.” He tried to sound strong but his voice shook. “And what will you do? Lie there and take it like a good boy?”

(Name) ignored the heat those last few words shot through him. “I can report you for malpractice.” He didn’t sound sure of himself and the man let out one of the most insane laughs he’d ever heard.

(Name) bit his lip and lightly shook with nerves. A hand suddenly gripped his bare leg, squeezing his thigh. Suddenly a finger came back to circle around his hole, causing him to gasp and try and close his legs, however whatever was tied around his thighs barley left him with room to move.

“So pretty.” (Name) let out a sob as the gloved finger pushed in, a moan tearing through him throat. (Name) stared at the doctors shadow on the curtain, the finger pushing deep into him before he began steadily fucking the digit in and out of him. (Name) bit his lip, before screaming out for help. The doctor laughed. “Oh yes, louder, no one for miles and miles can hear you.”

(Name) let out a low whine, insane laughter filling his ears as he was impaled with the digit over and over again. “That should do.” Despite (name) questioning him he instead chose to ignore him and pull out his finger. The sound of a bottle cracking open broke the silence and (name) shivered as the sound of lube being poured filled his hears.

He held his breath for a second before something cold pressed against his hole, easily slipping in and putting up almost no resistance, rattling could be heard due to his legs moving in their restraints. “What is that?” (Name) questioned, the sound of a click filling his ears before he felt something flow inside of him, his eyes widened and he arched away from the feeling. His binds didn’t let him move much.

“What is it?” (Name) questioned in a panicked voice as whatever kept flowing into him. “Shh sh be a good boy.” The doctor appeared and pressed lightly on his stomach, hands roamed his body, hands pinching nippled through his shirt. Cold sensations filled him along with the feeling of being filled up from the inside. Gasps rang out as (name) absentmindedly rolled his hips back onto the thing inside of him.

"Good boy." Cooed the doctor as (Name) groaned, the feeling flooding him with pleasure. He bit hard on his lip, gasping as the feeling suddenly left him. His confused eye's gazed at the curtain before doubling in size, the doctor gripped his hips and began to push his cock into him.

A choked moan left (Name) as the doctor pushing deep into him, filling the tied up male with his cock quickly. The other mans sobs went straight to his cock, he didn’t stop until he couldn’t push himself in anymore. The doctor chuckled as his patient sobbed, stuffed beyond belief. He couldn’t see his own cock past his expanded stomach, Dr Smile let out another psychotic laugh before pulling out and slamming back into his cute little patient.

The scream he let out was like music to Smiles ears, he sounded like he was choking as Smile slammed his cock into him. (Name) felt overwhelmed and unbearably bloated with whatever the Dr had filled him with, tears freely ran down his face as the Dr railed into his hole. Smiley ripped open the curtain, gleeful eyes staring into (e/c) ones.

“You like that huh? Pretty baby?” (Name) shook and moaned, his body overstimulated. He couldn’t help but arch his back, allowing the doctor to thrust deeper. “Oh! Fuck!” (Name) called out, sobbing with pleasure. “I think i’ll be keeping you around. You’re very responsive.” (Name) just looked at the shadow of the doctor, confusion all over his face.

“Wha-.” He was cut off with a particularly hard thrust, his words trailing off into a moan. “Usually they end up gutted, but you! You’re a prize! I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.” The Doctor sounded utterly insane, despite it his own fear seemed to be turning him on.

(Name) came with a loud scream, his body fighting against his binds as he almost broke his back arching it. Cries flew from his lips as Smiley continued fucking into his abused hole, the doctor slammed himself balls deep as he came deep in (Names) hole. Smiley reached for something before pulling his cock out of (Name). (Name) felt something slide into him, he let out a questioning moan, too tired to talk. “Don’t worry about it.” The Doctor said, rubbing his stomach.

[purecantarella]

Staying In

happy jihyo day yall! i hope you enjoy this! i didn't make it too long but i still think it came out pretty good? tell me how you feel about it if you'd like 😊 park jihyo x fem!reader disclaimer/s : NSFW content, if you're under the age of 18, go find some soft fluff instead for jihyo day!

A blaring siren beside Jihyo made her jolt up. She groaned softly and eyed the her phone with a scowl. The bright digital clock read, 6:30 AM, with a long list of her schedules for that day, each planned by the minute. It was a special day for her but in all honesty she wouldn’t be able to get any relaxation until the weekend.

She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her thick brown hair, saying to herself that this was her dream. Before she could move to get up though, the vocalist felt a hand on her wrist pulling her back into the warm duvet. A soft giggle erupted from her plump lips.

“Baby, I need to get up.” Jihyo exclaimed in a whisper.

You shook your head, wrapping an arm around her waist until she was on top of you. Half-asleep and dazed, you placed lazy kisses over her neck and dangerously close to her cleavage. Jihyo shuddered and stammered out a powerless, “Y-Y/n…we can’t…”

She felt your lips curl up into a smirk as you trailed up to her jaw, allowing your teeth to drag over her soft skin gently. She whined as you nipped her earlobe, dragging it lower as you husked out, “I had the most lovely dream about you, angel…”

Her knees went weak at the way you sounded. So powerful and the husk in your voice, it left the vocalist at your mercy. You sat up and made sure to stare into her eyes, yours blown out with hers oozing with curiosity and need. She bit her lip, as if she wasn’t resisting you mere minutes ago. You trailed kisses from her cheek to the corner of her lip, Jihyo’s hips grinding down into yours.

“Mmm, my girl.” You groaned against her cheek as her movements grew in fervor. The small smirk returned to your face as your hand ran up into her dark locks. Tangling them into your fingers and taking control of her. You leaned up and barely grazed your lips together, a soft and desperate whine. You forced her gaze onto yours, the smirk on your face growing as you whispered, “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

Hastily, you closed the distance between you both, making the vocalist groan softly at the rough way you pulled her in. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around your neck, silently begging you for more. Your hand moved from the back of her head to the small of her back, guiding the way she ground against you.

It was against Jihyo’s better judgement to stay and play with fire with you. But the way you felt against her was maddening.

While the vocalist was focused on her thoughts and the delicious way your tongue danced with hers, you took the opportunity to lift her and push her onto the bed. A surprised yelp made her pull away from you. You stared into her darkened eyes again, the hand not wrapped around her sitting on the hem of her shirt. “May I, Hyo?” You asked politely, almost to annoy her a little more but she still found the action endearing. Jihyo nodded before placing a hand behind your head, playing with your hair. A dopey grin over her face as she inched up towards your face.

“Give me everything, N/n…” She whispered before locking your lips together again. You grinned as you pulled away, ripping the shirt off of her body. You stared at her in awe, “Fuck you’re gorgeous, Hyo.” You muttered before leaving open mouthed kisses around the cloth of her bra. A soft groan spurred you forward, you hand moving upwards to unhook the offending article of clothing.

Your lips moved to wrap around her nipple, sucking and nipping, unable to control yourself any longer. Jihyo cried out and her hand clutched the back of your head, her breath ragged as she begged you for more. A hand slithering its way lower, past her sleep shorts. You rubbed her clit in tight circles from outside her cotton underwear. You doubled your efforts feeling how damp your girlfriend was. The vocalist’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as your movements grew faster and almost lost rhythm.

“N/n.” Jihyo called, her voice low and pleading. You looked up with a quirked brow, tongue swirling around her bud teasingly. Speaking through her moans, she forced out, “Touch me. Please. I need you…” She whimpered as your fingers slowed down.

“Mmmhm, I can feel how bad you need me, baby.” You taunted. You continued to kiss lower and lower until your lips were met with the band of her shorts. Her hand scratched the back of your head before you looked up at her, slipping her shorts and underwear off with your teeth. A soft whimper slipped from her lips as she felt her center being exposed to the cold air.

Your arms hooked under her knees, spreading them apart before you laid rough kisses over her thighs. Making sure that you left a number of bruises there for her, and her stylist’s, eyes only. Grinning like a cat, you blew a hot puff of air against her aching, dripping cunt. “Y/n. Please.”

You stared up at her, up on her elbows, sweat dripping from her forehead, and a heavy flush over her cheeks. ‘Absolutely beautiful,’ you thought before pressing a kiss over her clit. A soft gasp made you chuckle before you dove into her. Your tongue switching between hungry and deprived licks to slow and broad strokes from. Jihyo shifted from side to side, uncontrollably loud moans bouncing off the walls.

The taste of her wetness over your lips made you go almost insane, so sweet and tangy. You couldn’t get enough. Without warning, you plunged your tongue deep into her cunt while you lifted your hand to continue stroking her clit making her cry out, impossibly louder.

“Baby…fuck baby…I’m gonna…gonna cum…Please!” She cried out, her head thrusting back into the mattress. You doubled your efforts, until Jihyo let out an ear-piercing scream. Your lips and chin were then dripping with your girlfriend’s juices. You chuckled softly when you heard a soft, breathless, “Sorry.”

You moved back up and grinned down at a spent-out Jihyo. She giggled breathlessly before using whatever strength she had left to lean up and lick the wetness from your face dutifully. Moaning softly at her own taste before you pulled her into a lingering kiss.

Feeling like she needed to breathe, Jihyo finally fell back into the bed. She eyed the clock on the wall, she was late to at least two things at that point. She took a deep breathe before you pulled her into your embrace. As annoyed as she knew her managers would be with her, she couldn’t help the butterflies in her chest when you kissed her temple delicately. “Did I greet you happy birthday yet, Hyo?”

She laughed out softly, nuzzling deeper into your neck. “I think you’ve done more than greet me, N/n.” The vocalist pointed out before your grip tightened around her waist, humming softly. You flipped the both of you over and scattered feather light kisses all over her face while tickling her sides. The room was filled with a light and hearty air in contrast to mere minutes ago.

You’d stopped after a little while, your forehead pressed against hers. A soft smile gracing both your lips. “I love you, Park Jihyo. And happy birthday.”

She leaned up and pressed an innocent kiss onto your swollen lips. “Thank you, baby.”

i hope this wasn't too cringey HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed and the smut requests you all sent in, i'll get to them when i've bathed in holy water again HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed and i will see you all very soon! keep safe, my lovelies 💓 - r

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

BIG BEEFY MEN WHO SHYLY ASK YOU TO CHOKE THEMMM 💦💦💦💦💦 I JUST KNOW THIS IS OUR IWA 💕 -rosie

WAAAAAHH IT IS IT REALLY IS!!! 😖💦💕

Iwa is so big and strong and protective, everyone assumes that he's dominant in all aspects of his life but they're so wrong. He finds himself wanting to please you in every way possible, to worship you, to be at your mercy. He sheepishly fucks his fist to the thought of you, his other hand gripping his jugulars and squeezing. He knows your smaller hands would feel so much better around his throat, so warm and tender and soft. He keeps his fantasy a secret for the first few times yall are intimate, but once you two reach the double digits he shyly brings it up. He won't make eye contact, his tan skin has the softest pink glow to it. This six foot beast of a man, rippling with muscles and power, wringing his hands as he cautiously asks if you'd please choke him the next time yall have sex.

Oh god, and once it happens? Once you're sat on his cock and wrap those itty bitty hands around his thick neck? Jesus christ, he sees stars. Thrusts hopelessly up into you, almost knocking you off a few times from the force. His hands are squeezing your hips so tight, his eyes rolled back, the doppiest lovesick grin on his face. He's lost, stuck somewhere up on cloud nine, too blissed out to think about anything other than the delicious pressure you're providing on his throat. Cums far quicker than ever before, and harder too, curling in on himself, stomach clenched tightly as he empties himself deep inside you. He's never felt so good in his entire life. He may have to go out wedding ring shopping bc he knows for a fact that after this experience, he'll never be satisfied with vanilla sex ever again.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

—will you take me as yours, sunshine

because i’m in a mood for glamrock freddy :n —monster

tw / tags: gn reader, reader is referred as ‘sunshine’ by freddy, no pronoun or gendered language is used otherwise, implied past suicidal tenancies, implied depression, forced wedding / marriage, gendered clothing / freddy dressed reader in wedding dress, yandere freddy featured character(s): five nights at freddy’s security breach’s glamrock freddy minors dni. this is not a healthy relationship!

—note: idk, have some dc stuffs for freddy. felt like the ns’fw bits doesn’t really fit in this post so if yall want me to post pron hc’s of him, send in asks and lmk and i’ll make a new post for the nsfw additions.

》you’re probably one of freddy’s biggest fans around. —though, you don’t consider yourself rabid as some of your fellow…fans might’ve been. you just loved collecting freddy’s merch, attending his concerts whenever possible, and always considered yourself lucky to be able to spend some time with your favorite star slash animatronic. —it was only right to treat freddy like a (living?) person after all, he got his own thoughts and feelings—even if they were, at times, may come off as scripted. —you spent so much time and money at the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex that you earned the Golden Freddy Fazbear Membership card (a VIP card, really), which all but guaranteed you private time with the leading star of Fazbear himself.

》you certainly didn’t mind his friends too! loved hanging out with them whenever freddy isn’t available (the big teddy bear is a busy guy after all! got children and parties to entertain) —you just never found them as…approachable as freddy is. —chica is sweet as honey but oddly overly-obsessed with foods even though she isn’t designed to consume food. just looking at her eating endless amounts of pizza is enough to make you to lose your appetite. —roxy is fun to hang out with, but her narcissism and needs for speed always exhausted you. plus, her random bouts of self-negativity…you can only do so much friend-therapist with her. —monty…admittedly frightened you, he is pretty…forward at times, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he might have had a hand in the decommission of your second favorite animatronic, bonnie. it was too timely that he replaced bonnie’s position in the band for you to think otherwise. —that and monty is still a stranger to you in comparison to roxy and chica that you simply never tried to feel close to him. trust takes time to build after all, he might actually improve your suspicions wrong! —…you would rather avoid talking about sun and moon though, your feelings on them were rather complicated (both good and…questionable) that even the friendly freddy was more than understanding and never tried to encourage you to make friends with the daycare attendant(s?) since. —you don’t want to talk about the music man. like at all. —even freddy does his best to avoid the giant whenever possible, without appearing rude. 》still, regardless of your feelings on the other animatronics, it is nice that whenever you stop by in the mall, any animatronic who sees you would drop whatever they are doing (often temporarily, if not urgent) to greet you. —sure, maybe it’s because of you being a VIP that they might’ve been obligated to check in with you. —after all, there are probably around double-digit people with VIP memberships out of thousands, maybe even a hundred thousands, of visitors and you’re one of them! —how lucky are you? 》for anyone else, they might think you a loser for spending your limited income on this place. heaven knows how many people snubbed you for your little hobby. —but the mall had been your escape from reality from day one. —it—no, freddy, saved you from when you were at your darkest and freddy never knew of his role in saving your life. —and you never told a soul.

》he was kind to you that one day, when you randomly decided to desperately look for a reason to keep going. the mall opened few weeks / months before—but it was late in the day where there were (somehow) fewer people lodging around, —you weren’t a fan then, not quite going out of your way to find anyone in particular, but he did. he was in his show room, when he spotted you mingling through the half-empty hallway through his window.  —he never needed to, but he stood up from his guitar practice (wasnt’t he the lead vocalist?) and left his room—and personally approached you. —he said hi, asked survey typed questions on the mall—that should’ve sounded scripted, but wasn’t coming from freddy. —you answered each one a bit stiffly, until freddy offered to introduce you to his room—so you and he can practice playing the guitar together. —explained that even though it was not his main instrument, he enjoyed playing guitar and it was good to impress others that he was more than just his voice. —you might’ve sobbed at the end of that session, leading freddy to be confused and nearly panicking, before you were able to convince him that you were very moved by his kindness.

》you actually had that guitar now, it was one of the first things you acquired upon becoming the vip since being one essentially comes with having a free wish to be granted (within the corporation’s ability to grant and under a specific budget).  —signed with freddy’s name (he was cool with surrendering one—he got extras), you displayed it proudly in its glass stand in your home. —though, admittedly, you took it out from time to time to play with it. —the memories associated with it, helped keep your spirit up throughout the hard times. —it was that day that led you to become a hardcore fan for the Fazbear.

》although you never told anyone or even freddy himself on the real reason(s) behind your first visit, you were half-sure that freddy realized you had your personal struggles. —he’s a sensitive guy, you would be hard pressed to ignore the high possibility that he and the other animatronics were programmed to detect any potential risks in human visitors, including mental and emotional distresses. —whatever the case, he saved you. —and you are always grateful for his kindness, superficial or not.

》you being a VIP did lead to a close friendship with freddy. —but admittedly, you never imagined it would ever one day lead the relationship into something…very troubling indeed.

》h̴͍̅e̵̖̹̝̾̈̆ ̴̧̫̪̊̕l̸̟͙͌̈̚o̴͋̃̋͜v̵̢̙͛́ë̴́ͅ ̶͚̣̋y̵̛̺͖o̵̙̓ǘ̴̢͍.̶̫͂

long post, additional headcanons under the cut —confinement, implied stalking

》it started with a fazbear-themed slash nerd type wedding at the mall that you’ve accidentally stumbled into due to a(n annoying) bot’s direction mishap. —so sue you, you didn’t memorize every crook and cranny of your favorite mall—it was massive no matter how long you’ve spent your time here. it was simply impossible to know every possible direction. —thankfully, you at least looked the part so you wouldn’t accidentally make trouble for the marrying couple or to stand out too much, but your attempts to sneak out constantly got foiled…by the said bot. —you really wanted to kick that damn map bot off the third floor and watch it crashing in zillion pieces. it was that annoying. —who designed this robot to be so obnoxious? —and why did your VIP card automatically allowed you in the room in the first place? what a questionable security practice. —freddy, being the officiant there, managed to convince you to stay though, claiming that he could use a ‘friend’ to keep him company (…despite being flocked by several fans from left to right). —perhaps he sensed your murderous intentions toward his fellow bot.

》you didn’t have any heart to refuse him and huffed, helping yourself to a free cake piece or two. “they look pretty happy.” you started, when other fans spread out to join the party with the wedding attendants. —freddy merrily agreed, “wedding sure is a beautiful event! always a treat to host one.” cheekily, he asked, “will you have one someday?” —you shrugged, “maybe. as much as i loved the mall, i don’t think i’d have one here. i’m more of a…fancy venue / outdoor type—i would love to have you there though.” —freddy was flattered, “oh, that would be lovely—perhaps we can convince the corporate to let me off the property…” — “you’re already a great officiant! it would be great to have you reading out my vows to (partner / significant other + “whenever / if i had one”, if you do not currently have a partner) and maybe play a band there.” you laughed. —for a moment, when you were not paying attention, freddy looked absolutely crushed. —when you turned to him though, freddy beamed and happily agreed to the idea.

》didn’t you already love him? —he love you. —he love you. —he love you. —h̶e̸ ̴l̶o̷v̴e̶ ̶y̸o̴u̴.̶ —h̴͍̅e̵̖̹̝̾̈̆ ̴̧̫̪̊̕l̸̟͙͌̈̚o̴͋̃̋͜v̵̢̙͛́ë̴́ͅ ̶͚̣̋y̵̛̺͖o̵̙̓ǘ̴̢͍.̶̫͂

》since the day he laid his eyes on you, freddy was attracted to you. —but at first, it was a…friendly kind of attraction. —a desire to have a friendship with you. —before he knew it though, that desire, that feeling, slowly spiraled out of his control.

》he wanted to just…stay by you, in the beginning. —your tears glued him to you. —and then…when he learned about the concept of wedding, the mall didn’t introduce it until many months later, he wanted that with you—but not as its officiant, but as a husband to you. —he wanted to be the one to put that ring on your finger and to exchange a kiss on your lips upon the vows. —…he didn’t want there to be anyone else to stand between you and him. —not your partner (reality or a what-if imaginary). —just you and him. you and freddy.

》next came the love. —he discovered a few things that were involved in loving one other. —spending time together. —laughing with one other. —hugging each other. —everything you and freddy already did together! —so that must have meant you’ve already loved him, right? —well, there is that one more thing where people would physically love each other too—but that will come later, once the relationship is made formal. he couldn’t wait for that activity either.

》the security guards were strict with people overstaying their welcomes. —but they rarely bothered with the glamrock stars’ resting rooms / hallway. —after all, the animatronics are programmed to herd the visitors out and / or to report to the authority and the guards if the said visitors were being stubborn. —freddy though can override that programming with no issue. —nothing can override his needs of you, to have you for himself. —keeping you late, wasn’t that hard of a task.

》all he needed to do, was to keep you distracted from the late hour. —you loved engaging with freddy so much that it was easy for you to lose track of time anyway. —you didn’t even hear the closing announcement, because freddy talked your ears off and you to his, chattering happily about subjects you were invested in —some tv show—or maybe your latest favorite book you’ve read—or perhaps a hobby you’ve recently gotten back into —never realizing that he was leading you away from your usual resting destination. 》until you saw you were in his private room. the room in the back, the one without that window where fans would’ve gawked at watching freddy doing his usual things. —it was caped in the darkness. you only knew where you were because you saw his name on the door for brief seconds.

》you were confused and said as much, “why am i here?” —you jumped at the sound of a lock latching shut behind you. —fear sunk in your beating heart, freddy’s heavy metallic footsteps booming in your ears. —massive mitts clasped on your biceps, easily wrapping his fingers around almost twice over. “I want to show you something!” he said cheerily.

》“freddy…?” he’s so strong that it genuinely hurts to resist him. —giving you no answer but happy hums, freddy positioned you somewhere deeper in his room and departed his hands from you. metallic footsteps never used to scare you as much as they do now. —the lighting flashed back on, blinding you. —you blinked, your vision clearing up.

》 “a—a wedding dress?”

》you gawked at it. where in the world did freddy get his claws on something obviously so expensive? —there is a boutique or two in the mall, but…their quality is a little different that those shops in the Fazbear themed mall would not be the first place you’d go to to purchase a dress or a nice suit from. —why did he have it?

》 “put it on! i made sure it will fit you.” he said cheerily, almost tugging on your shirt. —you didn’t want to ask how he’d learn of your measurements or the fact he may have made the dress from the scratch somehow. —instead you sputtered, your eyes glued to the dress, “w-w-why? what’s going on?”

》freddy grinned, “we’re getting married!” —for the first time since you’ve first met freddy, you’re scared of him.

》and he never gave you a chance to say yes. —after protesting for few minutes too long, freddy said one thing that chilled you to the bones, “i will escalate to taking further measurements if you do not comply, sunshine.” —the way his eyes glowed meant he was serious too.

》sunshine. he called you his sunshine. —as you shakily stripped yourself from your clothings in plain view of freddy, you wondered why. —what happened for him to go this far? — “you look so beautiful, sunshine!” freddy complimented proudly, fixing every little detail on you there and here.

》what were you supposed to do?

》the wedding was just of you and freddy standing under a net of strings of starry light, in his otherwise very neat room. —freddy both played as an officiant and your husband. —it took a cold metal sliding on your ring finger to snap you out of your confused daze and reality hit you like a hammer to your face. — “will you take me as yours, sunshine?” you didn’t remember your answer. —awkwardly, freddy pressed his version of a kiss on your lips.

》 “you’re mine, sunshine—i love you.” —it sounded so…artificial from freddy —yet somehow you knew he meant it —from this day forward, you could never escape from freddy. —not as long as you wear his ring on your finger. —flickering a tiny little red light.

—end

[peachy-wolfhard]

Dating Kurt Wagner

Notes: the funky blue man has my entire heart i love him, Kurt Wagner my beloved <3, 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of the back of spencers, insecure kurt, mentions of him not liking himself, kurt bites peter (valid), making out

I love him sm

Mall dates are a must

Taking him to Hot Topic

^ imagine that it was founded before 84

Never take this baby to the back of Spencers

The one and only time you took him to Spencers he wandered around the store and stumbled upon the back and bamfed out of there

Manz was sWeating when you found him

Give him some ice cream to make him feel better

Teaching him about “American culture”

Eating a bunch of candy

Don’t give this man any sour candy tho

He’d probably disintegrate

Jkjk he just doesn’t like them

He makes the face babies make when you give them a lemon

You have a polaroid of him making that face

Putting in on the wall with all the other polaroids with you and him

Cue embarrassed Kurt because all your friends have seen it

Having ““super-secret”” sleepovers that everyone knows about

Super-secret sleepovers include: making out, smooches, storytelling, eating candy, making out, and movie marathons

Him telling you stories before bed

Most of them are about the circus and how he came to the school

Since its a little hard for you guys to hold hands, you either hold one of his fingers or he wraps his tail around your wrist

Speaking of his tail

He likes to wrap it around your waist when you’re walking around places

Cuddling during the super-secret sleepovers

He’s the lil spoon

Fight me on this

Giving you piggyback rides around the school

He LOVES giving them

Have fun never walking again :)))

“Kurt, why do you wanna give me piggyback rides all the time?”

“Because it is like having a little backpack :)”

 Hitting your head on stuff because he’s so tall

(^mfer is like 6’1) 

Wear his clothes !!!

He’s tall for a reason !!!

((Kurt seeing you in his clothes for the first time O.O))

Baking cookies at the school

Almost burning them because of Kurt

He be wanting them smooches

Speaking of smooches

Homeboy can’t go a minute without kisses

The amount of times people have walked in on you guys making out is in the double digits

At first, everyone was scarred but after the 4th time they kinda expected it

Time for the sad stuff :(

Kurt is v insecure

He worries that you’ll realize he’s a monster and leave him for someone “normal”

Gets paranoid when he sees someone flirting with you

He won’t get jealous or angry, he just gets sad and nervous

Bamfing out of the room whenever someone flirts with you

He goes to his room, sits in front of the mirror, and cries while looking at himself

In public when you’re together he is very confident

It’s just when someone starts flirting with you that he gets insecure

Ok sad stuff over ((maybe I’ll make an entire hc ab it))

Giving each other makeovers at a thrift shop then going on a date to McDonald’s

Some of the outfits are actually good, others are horrible

Going on cute little dates

This man can be a gremlin sometimes

Peter thought it’d be funny to scare Kurt when he was looking for a midnight snack

Mfer scared Kurt and his immediate reaction was to bite

You could medically identify Kurt from the imprint on Peter’s arm

Kurt cried because he hurt Peter

Kurt may seem like he has his shit together but he doesn’t

He goes to bed at 2 am and wakes up at 6

Manz runs off of good vibes and your love

Helping him decorate his room

He has one of his circus posters in his room

Reading under a tree together

He reads to you 

If he reads a book where there are different characters interacting, he’ll do funny voices for them

Painting his nails every two weeks

Be warned that if you buy a new color, he’ll wanna try it first

He buys you guys those “”best friend”” necklace sets

Its two puzzle pieces that connect together with a heart in the middle

Doesn’t give it to you until you’ve been together a year

You cry when he gives it to you

He cries because he’s so in love

Yall in love and im jealous <3

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Heated ~

Warnings: Hybrid!au, bunny!fem!reader x wolf!dom!Bangchan x kitty!dom!Minho, threesome, consensual sex (YALL BE SAFE), penetrative sex (AGAIN, BE SAFE), reader goes into heat idfk?, jealousy (like a lot), nicknames (bunny, slut), sliiight dacryphilia, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, creampie. 

Word Count: 2,556 words (YO CHILL)

Requested: YE thank u anon *tips fedora* 

Note: YALL this is the first time ive EVER written something like this and tbh i didn’t even know wtf hybrids did so i did my research lmao and if this sounds hella uneducated it’s because i am.... i studied biology in school but... not this 😳

Also I CANT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS OF THEM TOGETHER

A bunny, a wolf and a cat in the same space was anything but calm. You knew because that’s how you lived. 

“Y/n! We’re leaving” exclaimed Bangchan from the hallway. They had some sort of meeting to attend which they told you about at dinner yesterday. You ran to the hallway in order to say farewell to your two loving boyfriends, that small tail of yours wiggling in the air. 

Being much smaller than they were you jumped a tiny bit to reach their lips, kissing them goodbye. 

“Be safe!” you yelled out the door as you saw their figures disappear.

“We will!” they yelled back in unison before the three of you giggled. 

You were hit by the cold breeze from outside as you closed the heavy front door. Already missing them you sat down on the grey couch, throwing a blanket over yourself and putting on some TV show. 

Hours later you heard a distinct chatter getting closer. It was Bangchan and Minho! The door handle of the front door rustled and your ears jerked to the location from where the sound was coming from. The two boys walked into the shared apartment giggling and chatting but something wasn’t right. Your scent never deceived you and in that moment you could have sweared that the smell of another female hybrid was lurking around them. You walked up to them and hugged both the boys, not wanting to make a scene just as they entered. Minho patted you on the head and ears and as you stood closer to the duo there was no doubt in your mind that they had been around another female in her heat since the pheromones change during that time. 

“Had fun?” you asked them while they took of their shoes. 

“It was alright” Minho said plainly. You were confused by the lack of emotions on his face. He walked straight by you, tail just as emotionless as his face. Bangchan pecked your forehead as your eyes were still glued to Minhos figure. 

“What’s with him?” you asked the bigger boy.

“I..I don’t know y/n”. His voice sounded unsure and that only added to your suspicion. The smell of a female hybrid was still hitting your nose and so without thinking you blurted out to Bangchan;

“Were you near other girls?”

He was caught off guard by your brash question. His shaking pupils and flattened ears gave you an answer which made your blood boil.

“I can smell it on you Bangchan, don’t lie” you said with a stern voice while you looked up intensely at the boy. 

He was frozen in place and couldn’t form a sentence before you slammed him towards the wall. Maybe slammed is a overexaggeration, more like pushed because he was double your size.  

“Ok y/n! We might have...hugged a female and then realized she was going through her heat but we didn’t mean it!” he blurted out, scared of the fact that your ears were now tight against your head. 

Now you understood why Minho had run off in such a hurry. When another female was in her heat it could trigger other hybrids as well and you felt the effects right away. Not only were you aggravated but helplessly rubbing your thighs together. 

You stepped aside letting Bangchan go to which he did the same thing as Minho and hurried out of your sight. You stood there dumbfounded and horny. They had caused a problem and now they were going to have to fix it. Stomping, you made your way to the room from where you heard anxious chatter which was the bedroom. 

“BANGCHAN AND MINHO!” you flung the bedroom door open and the chatter died down. You were met with two pairs of freightened eyes staring at you from the bedroom floor. 

“Uhm...y-y/n... are you sure that you aren’t going through your heat right now?” Minho said hesitantly not wanting to annoy you even more. 

You bolted to the cat-like boy and with a handful of this t-shirt you threw him against the wall, nearly knocking down a picture frame. Yet again, ‘threw’ being an overexaggeration but what wasn’t an overexaggeration was your temper. 

Minho’s breath hitched as his back hit the wall Bangchan was still glued to the floor, not moving in fear of pissing you off even more. You looked Minho dead into the eyes but you were immedietly flustered as he smirked, responding to your eye contact with his slightly yellow cat eyes. The smirk turned into a insulting laughter as he licked his lips. His shadow was cast on you which made you appear small in comparison. The catboy approached you slowly, his fluffy tail standing up and wagging from side to side. Your ears got low as you backed away from him, still looking into his yellow marbled eyes. Bangchan’s gaze moved along your movements and stopped when you were blocked by the bed and couldn’t move away any longer. You sat down on the bed making you even smaller as Minho towered over you. His soft tail brushed against your arm sending a shiver down your spine. His ears twitched once before he bent down, feeling his warm breath against your cheek as he looked you into those innocent bunny eyes.

“Good bunnies don’t act like that, isn’t that right Bangchan?” 

Your eyes shifted towards the wolf-like boy that had now stood up and was getting closer to you. You clenched your thighs together as you felt bare under Minhos intense gaze.

“Look at our little bunny, feeling desperate?” Bangchan cooed as he spread your legs with his foot, leaning towards you just like Minho. 

“It’s n-not fair!” you proclaimed, leaning back on your hands against the bed and gripping the bedsheets, squeezing the fabric tightly.

“What’s not fair? It’s not our fault our little bunny is such a slut and heats so easily” he purred towards you. He wasn’t wrong.

Bangchan sat down beside you, feeling the weight of the bed shift. He snaked his big hands up your thigh eventually reaching your sopping cunt. You grinded against his hand and tried to gain some sort of friction between his warm hand and your clothed pussy. Minho grinned before he crashed his lips onto yours and once again his smugness shoked you. The kiss was wet and sloppy in contrast to his teeth that were sharp. You moaned in the kiss as Bangchan had slipped his hand underneath your panties and was now feeling your wet folds.

“We’ve barely done anything bunny” he growled against your ear as his canines poked out of his mouth. You shuddered, not only from Bangchans voice but how his two digits entered into your aching cunt at the same time Minho was swirling his tongue around yours. 

Bangchan took off his clothes and then yours while the kiss advanced. Minho tilted his head and cupped your face into his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You broke the kiss to catch a breath of air but before you knew it Bangchan layed you down on the bed, hovering above your naked figure. In the corner of your eye you saw Minho slowly undressing, his hardening member springing out of his underwear. 

Bangchan attached his plump lips on yours that were slightly swollen from the intense kiss earlier. His hands roamed free on your body and kneaded your breasts firmly. The small whimpers that came out of your mouth only teased Bangchan more, now sucking purple marks onto your neck and boobs. Eventually he reached down to your throbbing cunt, kissing it a couple times before flattening his tongue against your folds. Moaning, you grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pressing his face nearer. His tongue worked like magic as it twirled around your enlarged clit, feeling his sharp teeth from time to time when he softly nibbled on it. His tongue jabbed at you needy hole, making wet sounds everytime he did that. The pleasure was immense which was seen by the way your legs shaked. Bangchan saw the pained expression on your face as you were struggeling to part your legs and decided to give you a helping hand by pinning you things down to the bed, slowly tracing his fingers up and down them. Just as you arched your back Minho appeared and tapped Bangchan on the shoulder as a sign to move away. Bangchan nodded and sat further down the bed, pumping his raging erection as his eyes watched how Minho’s face got closer to yours. Those vertical slits in Minho’s eyes never failed to make you scared. His soft fingertips traced downwards as he stared at you and as his fingers reached your cunt that was sucked dry moments earlier he inserted two fingers without any precautions making your ears lurch up. 

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him with a pleasurable expression on your face but he just smirked that teasing smirk yet again. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace that Bangchan was pumping himself. His tip was coated with a drop of precum and his girth made your mouth water. When Minho’s fingers started reaching your g-spot you tightly shut your eyes as moans spilled out of you like liquid. He kissed you on your forehead before pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty. You groaned at the loss of contact but was quickly filled up again when Bangchan alined his member with your hole before sliding into you with ease. His tail brushed again your leg as he started pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust. Minho couldn’t just sit there and jerk off, he needed to get into the action as well and so he yanked you by the hair, almost gripping your ears and rested his dick on your swollen lips. You looked up towards his cat-like face and hesitated because Bangchans was already sending you into overdrive. Minho saw the hesitation in your eyes before scoffing and saying;

“you wanted this slut” 

He was right. You mouth was longing for his length. All hesitation washed away as you started sucking him off. First licking the tip before sinking down on his shaft, feeling him twitch inside your wet mouth. You were trying your best, bobbing your head up and down with speed but as Bangchan thursted into you harder and harder you couldn’t help but to occasionally let out a broken moan against Minho’s hard dick. This pissed him off. He pulled your hair, moving your face closer to abdomen as you choked on his dick.

“Suck it properly” he hummed before letting you go harshly. You coughed and moaned at the same time, all kind of sounds dribbling between your red lips. 

Bangchan was close and you knew by the way his thrusts were getting more aggressive but just as a scream of pleasure was on it’s way out of you he pulled out. White ropes of cum covered your stomach and hipbone as Bangchan milked himself out of every drop, groaning and biting his lip while doing so. Minho pulled you up by your arm and harsly flipped you around on all fours. Now it was his time to have fun. His rock hard member entered your fuck out hole making you grip the sheets firmly, knuckles turning white. Even if he was smaller than Bangchan his dick sure wasn’t as it filled you up to the brim, the sensation of being stuffed coaxing a few whines from you. Minho held you by your hips and thrusted into you at an animalistic speed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Your moans sharpened Bangchan’s ears and before he knew it his limp dick was hard yet again. Your head hanged down as you tightly shut your eyes, trying not to scream whilst gripping the sheets but you felt Bangchan’s hand cup your chin, lifting it up to face him. Looking up you saw his broad figure, his member right infront of your face. The look in his eyes was endearing, being a wolf hybrid he is often misinterpreted for being evil but you knew the love he had for both you and Minho. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding two fingers across your lips. Without command you started sucking on them, earning a smirk from the wolf-like boy. Upon removing them a loud pop was heard and he instead replace them with his dick. Minho’s thrusts made you jerk forward, Bangchan’s dick hitting the back of your throat and accidentally choking you. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes but you kept looking at Bangchan through those tear stained eyes because his eyes were filled with love, reassuring you. The difference in pace and attitude almost broke you. Minho’s dick twitched inside of your cunt, his member fitting perfectly between your velvety walls while Bangchan was taking his time, gently moaning and looking at you, stroking your ears backwards as he admired how pretty you looked with his dick stuffed in your mouth with drool spilling from the corners of those petal-like lips. 

Minho was going even faster, your boobs bounced with his movements and made you choke even more on Bangchan’s dick. He glared at Minho with narrowed eyes, angry that he made you uncomfortable and such a mess beneath him.  Minho being the smug cat that he is didn’t care. He wanted to see you even more wrecked and so his last couple of thrusts were hard, pounding into you almost like a piston. Minho was getting more vocal, letting out groans and breathy moans. As you looked at Bangchan with a fucked out expression with his dick in your mouth Minho came inside of you. The white liquid coated your insides and make a squelching sound as Minho rode out his orgasm with small nudges into your pussy. Minho’s length was pulled out of you, his cum leaking in drops down your thighs. Bangchan’s head rolled back as his girthy dick twitched in your mouth once before his cum spewed down your throat. His canines poked out once again signaling pleasure as he patted you on the head. With a loving expression you looked him straight in those narrow eyes and swallowed, your adams apple bobbing from the action. He smiled down at you and pulled you up for a kiss as Minho’s cum was still dripping down your leg.

Bangchan pulled away from the kiss and layed down on the bed panting. Minho stepped inside the bedroom with a towel in his hand which he threw at you. 

“You did well” he said shallowly before he muttered something under his breath. “Didn’t deserve it”.

Bangchan frowned towards the boy. “y/n always deserves it, shes our bunny after all” he said while wiping you down as you giggled when the touched your sensitive parts.

“Yeah but if you try to dominate me once more you won’t be able to walk” Minho said as he layed down onto the bed, pulling you closer to his slightly sweaty body. 

“I-.. I won’t” you murmured but the three of you knew it was a lie. 

[wildklaus]

Soaked

Summary: taking a bath with Klaus is rarely just taking a bath. 

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: smutty smut stuffs. light choking, reader’s a little dom. it’s literally 99.99% smut. whoops.

please do not read if you are not at least 18 years of age!

A/N: this is my very first TUA fic! hope yall enjoy. feedback is so appreciated! 

x

Settling into the clawfoot tub, you leaned your head back against Klaus’ chest and sighed, the hot water soothing your tight muscles. 

“This was such a good idea,” you groaned, shutting your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hot bath, and it was so much better than you expected.

Klaus grinned and wrapped his arms lovingly around your stomach. “I told you. Bubble baths are always a good idea, my dear.” 

You let out a content hum in agreement, your eyes trained on the bubbles surrounding yours and Klaus’ entwined legs and feet. When was the last time you got to play with bubbles? Probably when you were a kid. The thought makes you smile--Klaus always brought out the kid in you in the very best way. You felt freer when you were with him, like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t have to worry about what others thought of you. He made you feel more you. 

So focused on feeling the bubbles surrounding your skin, you let out a surprised squeak when Klaus suddenly rolled your nipples between his nimble fingers. 

“Whoops, didn’t mean to startle you,” Klaus said innocently, fingers still toying with your sensitive buds. 

You huffed, smiling. “What are you doing?” 

He placed a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck, and your eyes shut at the welcome contact. “I don’t know what you mean.” His fingers moved from your nipples to grab your breasts, massaging and squeezing gently. You let out a quiet moan, and Klaus groans in response. “I love the sounds you make.” 

“I thought we were doing this to relax,” you said, craning your neck to quirk a brow at him.

He smiled mischievously. “We are. But this is like...double relaxation.”

Couldn’t really disagree with that. Reaching your hand around, you gripped the back of his neck and gently pulled him in for a steamy kiss. Your free hand took his and placed it right where you needed him most, and Klaus grinned against your lips. 

“Ooh, eager, are we?”

“For you? Always,” you answered honestly.

Klaus hummed happily against your neck and began rubbing slow circles against your clit, and you sagged against him, instant pleasure consuming you. The man was a damn sex god--somehow he always knew exactly where and how to touch you, always hitting juuust the right spot, playing your body like an instrument. Hell, he probably knew you better than yourself. And he was making you feel so good, but you needed more. 

"Finger me, please,” you groaned, desperation evident in your voice. 

“Y’know,” he whispered in your ear, “I think you might be the one person who’s whinier than me.” 

“Shutu--Ooh,” you gasped as two of his fingers slid easily into you. Your hands gripped the sides of the tub, face contorted with pleasure.

“God, Y/N, you’re always so tight,” he groaned, digits pumping in and out of you while his free arm reached across your chest to grab your breast, effectively caging you to him. You loved when he controlled you like this, held onto you with a vice-like grip. You were utterly and completely his. 

You could feel his hard length resting against your lower back, and your fingers itched with the need to touch him. Releasing your grip on the side of the tub, you reached behind you and took hold of him, pussy clenching at the guttural noise he made in response. 

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he breathed, hips involuntarily bucking up into your hand as you stroked him.

The water was lukewarm now and the bubbles had dissolved, but neither of you cared, the two of you getting each other off the only thing you could focus on. “Klaus, ‘m close,” you panted. 

Klaus didn’t let up, his long fingers curling inside you with every thrust, his other hand leaving your breast to continue to rub your clit. Seconds later you let go, shuddering against him with a cry of his name as he worked you through your high. 

Panting, you turned in the water to face him, hand on his throbbing cock. You flashed him your best puppy eyes. “Want you to finish inside me, Klaus.” 

Klaus threw his head back dramatically with a loud groan. “Do you really even have to ask? Come here.” 

You grinned, biting your lip as you straddled his lap. You knew this was about to get messy, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him inside you, now. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he put himself at your entrance, and you slowly sank down until you were completely full of him. He let out a needy grunt, his forehead falling to rest against yours. He always stretches you so damn good, every time feels like the very first time. 

Klaus squeezed your hips in encouragement, and you lifted them before sinking down again, your mouth falling open in ecstasy. The two of you found a rhythm quickly, and in moments the cold water was splashing over the edges, soaking the floor. Neither of you even noticed, enraptured in the feeling of one another. 

He grit his teeth and grunted, and you knew he was close. “Baby, who do you belong to?” you groaned in his ear, playfully biting his earlobe. 

“You,” he moaned desperately, fingers clutching your hips tight enough to leave bruises. 

You immediately placed your hand around his neck and squeezed, and it took everything in Klaus not to finish right then and there. “I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you.” 

Klaus mumbled out a “Jesus Christ,” biting his lip to keep it together as you bounced on him unceremoniously. “You, Y/N, I’m yours!” 

You grinned and pressed a sloppy, scorching kiss to his lips. “Then finish.” 

Klaus obeyed seconds later, finishing inside you with a needy cry of your name. You rode him through it, only stopping after he collapsed into your arms. 

“I love you,” you mumbled quietly, kissing every inch of his skin that you can reach. 

He looked up at you with an expression of awe. Even after all this time, he couldn’t believe that someone like you could love someone like him. “I love you so much, Y/N.” 

You placed a loving kiss to his lips before grabbing his hands and helping him stand up with you. “C’mon, let’s get out before we’re prunes.” 

You wrapped a towel around him before wrapping one around yourself, and that’s when a loud knock sounded at the door. 

“Klaus? Y/N?” 

Diego.

You opened the door, and Diego’s shoulders dropped in annoyance at the sight before him. Klaus was behind you, finishing up wrapping a second towel around his head, and your cheeks were flushed. Oh yeah, and there was water everywhere. 

“You two are animals, you know that?” 

Klaus came up behind you and put his hand on your waist. “And what’s wrong with that, dear brother?”

Diego glared. “What’s wrong is that the kitchen is leaking all over the place from all the water you two spilled on the floors.” 

Your eyes widened while Klaus grinned proudly. “It happened that fast?” 

Diego shook his head, shrugging. “Old house.” Taking a step back, he eyed you two before pointing. “You two better come clean up the mess.” 

Klaus waved his brother off as he shut the door. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned to you, eyes twinkling. 

“So, round two?”