#dragging the members or intentionally

[chevelleneech]

"i was more curious to know how do you go from "we didn't meet/call eachother" on July 14th to applying for Buddy program"

Anon I mean this in the nicest way. This is not what the real conversation is. Please follow real non shipper Karmies who have corrected this translation MULTIPLE TIMES. You have real legitimate non shipper Karmys, telling you this is not true. Jk never said anything about not calling. So we can let this mistranslation go. This has been explained by Jk solos too and others. Cause the translation got JK dragged and they wanted to clear it up. What Jk did was tease Jimin and say when Jimin was free he didn't find JK and when JK was free Jimin didn't find JK. He playfully put all the blame on Jimin and Jimin said that is not true, he did. Jk was starting up Jimin lives. Do you not think he can pick up that same phone and call Jimin? They were meeting clearly, but apparently not enough to Jk's liking. Hence the you're here FINALLY. And regardless if they see each other every day, they can still agree to enlist together, because they are the closest at the end of the day with each other and each other's families, regardless. And you wanna go through something with someone you know you are extremely comfortable with and never gonna get tired of, since you see each other every day in the buddy program. As for the Special Forces thing, what JK wanted to do, is not what Tae is doing. It would have required longer serving & he would not be back on time. It would have been a lot more fun, yes, but he also wouldn't have Jimin. And if it was really important for Jk to be with Tae, then Tae could have joined JK at 5th division to enlist as his buddy. That did not happen. Its time to let this go.

And well if you think they're closeted, sometimes you have to read between the lines of their dialogue & not over think it, cause they certainly ain't gonna give you the full story.

The anon didn’t say anything wrong for you to respond with, “I mean this in the nicest way.”

Saying they didn’t call each other or meet up is still valid, because even with JK saying what he did, the only people who know for a fact he was being playful is himself and Jimin.

You guys are so hard pressed to make it a fact that Jimin wasn’t in the “wrong”, that you’re refusing to let anyone else have an opinion on the conversation. The translations from the show weren’t wrong, they just weren’t 100% verbatim. But saying someone didn’t reach out is the same thing as saying someone didn’t call. Calling is reaching out.

I mean, I get it, people don’t want anyone being dragged over mistranslations, but the show didn’t mistranslate. They used different wording, which is fine. Especially since it isn’t something that drastically changed the conversation. Your whole upset over what the anon said is because you guys keep putting it in your heads that people taking JK’s words at face value for the most part, somehow paints Jimin in a bad light, when it doesn’t.

You guys want it to be playful teasing because that’s the only way y’all are able to accept their bonds. As having no conflict whatsoever, and that’s not realistic. They said they hadn’t seen each other. JK “joked” Jimin didn’t reach out. So what? You can’t say just because we saw JK starting up lives filled with JM content that he could have picked up the phone but didn’t, because you don’t know that he didn’t. They didn’t talk about whether or not JK reached out, but also… we all saw how often he asked Jimin to hang out. He made it all of our business by doing it online, for whatever reasons.

At the end of the day though, Jimin and Jungkook know what went on between them, and they chose to give us a little glimpse of it at the start of the trip. But there is no way to claim anon is happily okay with mistranslations, just because you and many others would rather nitpick exact wording.

Jungkook said what he said, and Jimin presumably didn’t what he did. Neither of them, as far as any of us know, did anything wrong though. Because we don’t know what happened, so we can’t say JK was only teasing or that Jimin wasn't denying something he did indeed do. At the same time, how JK felt about their bond and proximity in 2023 is his right to feel. So even if Jimin did reach out once or twice, if Jungkook feels like he didn’t do it enough, then that’s how he feels. That doesn’t mean Jimin was wrong for choosing not to reach out as often.

Jimin has his own life the same way Jungkook has his, and once again, we do not know what caused them to lose out on being attached at the hip the way Jungkook was used to. We also don’t know why that would have frustrated JK in the first place, because as far as we know, they’re just friends. So why would he feel any type of way and why would he so consistently do it on a public form, then say, “Finally!” when Jimin shows up, if he was only joking? There is no answer for that, because they didn’t give it.

Anyway, disagreeing with people is fine. It makes sense to come to your own conclusions as best you can, but acting like you know better just because you’re choosing to believe people who speak the language makes no sense. Take in their translations and understand that wording may not always match up, but they don’t know the details either. Yes, they can say, “They were speaking in playful tones.” and that should be factored in, but JM and JK are also professionals on camera. They weren’t about to hash out their shit for us to see, with serious tones and argumentative wording.

They were poking fun and being sarcastic, because they were on camera. Truly, how often have we seen the two of them argue? We only even know about a singular time, from seven or so years ago, and you can’t tell me it’s because they just don’t. The members argue. They’re human, but they don’t show us, because they likely don’t get into too many conflicts about music and business. It’s likely only personal drama, same as any other close circle of family and friends.

So, whether you like it or not, it is okay for people to interpret their car conversation as, “Hmm, seems like they may have had some tension between them last year.” And if they think Jimin was at fault, so be-it. It doesn’t change anything, and JK saying as much should not have gotten him dragged. The same way assuming Jimin is the reason he and JK didn’t see each other much, is not a reason to drag Jimin.

This is their business, and while we can observe and make our own assumptions, we aren’t getting any answers to the nitty gritty. And neither are Korean fans. They just happen to speak the same language.

Lastly, anon was clearly just wondering if they went directly from not hanging out much to enlisting together, did that decision come earlier on or at the last minute. It’s okay to not pretend like you know it all, which anon did. They don’t know the members and thus are curious about their motivations. But as I said, it’s possible they made this decision a long time ago. So you’re not offering anything productive to our conversation by acting like anon asked something stupid or is against Jimin or JK. It was a question.

[sesamenom]

alright you’ve been extremely extremely kind and indulgent to me about my oc and i cannot possibly thank you enough <333333 so MY turn now to ask YOU about YOURS. please tell me about maglor’s distant granddaughter who is also your bbeg?? .w. or about the chatty hobbits i would very VERY much love to hear about both!!!

~ @nelyoslegalteam, reporting from main <3

(long post, sorry for the random people stumbling upon this lol)

so I'm the dm for the chatty hobbits campaign and essentially it's set in a beleriand-adjacent continent, but with a few extra races and stuff. of the founders of the original settlements, the king of elende (the elf kingdom) is Gil-galad's (invented for the campaign) twin brother Finellach/Finwain. originally he was inspired by the fact that gil galad has a ton of names but only uses ereinion/gil, so I just invented a new character and gave him half the names. I headcanon gil galad as maglor's son, so finwain is in universe maglor's son (left at the havens with gil bc his wife divorced him for kinslaying and his kingdom, being next door neighbors with morgoth, is far too dangerous for small children).

Anyways, his descendant Elinyel (also known as aramire or elinnor) is the current queen of Elende! she's an evil fire-themed bard who is extremely feanorian in all the worst ways - her actual kingdom prospered under her reign, but she just does not care about everyone else as long as she's protecting her people. There were some tensions with one of the major kingdoms to the north (conflict over unclaimed territory between the kingdoms and some tariff stuff), so instead of risking the other kingdom starting a war and hurting her people, she just preemptively invaded it and started burned all the border territories to the ground.

her actual coronation was pretty weird- so she's the second child, but her older sister was born in wartime and there's a general belief in elende that children of peacetime make better rulers, so Elinyel was chosen as her family's heir. her grandfather (the crown prince of his generation) died defending Elende in one of the major wars, but his younger brother and two young kids survived. there's a whole feud between their houses because the brother chose to retain the kingship even after the kids were old enough to take the throne. anyways, two generations later Elinyel killed her cousin Arendil (the previous king of Elende) over a dispute about the legitimacy of his house (and what she believed to be a dishonoring of her grandparents' sacrifice) and took the throne.

obviously she has many Issues. arendil also has two surviving kids who are now essentially trying to stop her from murdering all their neighbors in proactive defense of her people.

however, when she first ascended she recruited her friend group as her elite guard/vassals of the kingdom. (aka the other bosses in the storyline). so it escalated to a war between her forces and the children of arendil, which ultimately culminated in her beloved sister being killed by one of arendil's children. this in turn led to her having basically a massive mental breakdown and feeling like she failed to protect her loved ones (exacerbated by some of her other friends being killed in battles she led). a normal person might decide this is was kind of her fault for starting a war and putting her friends in charge of the army. instead she decided she needed to destroy everyone who could ever potentially pose a threat. which is, in her eyes, literally everyone on the continent (except for her kingdom, of course).

so now she is at war with absolutely everyone of all factions! She is also somehow winning by virtue of Song almost on the level of maglor himself, and ten (now six) also incredibly powerful friends. Anyways, she has decided that the best way to wipe out the continent (except her kingdom) and start fresh is to literally find an ancient lost stone that can break the Doors of Night, summon Morgoth himself, and start the Dagorath. obviously this will Not go well for anyone at all if she succeeds, but she is on a full-on rampage and genuinely believes she (plus friends) can protect her kingdom from Morgoth's army while he wipes out everyone else.

Here's some old art of her btw!

And some slightly more recent unfinished art of her and the Evil Friend Group from when they were younger:

and here's (L-R) her cousin who is the 3rd boss, Elinyel, and her sister from before the war!

[cornsoupflavour]

Office Space Rivalry (aespa NSFW Smut)

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

Requested by: @shockbot54

Office!Giselle/Aeri Uchinaga x Office!Male Reader

Tags: 3.4k words, rivals to lovers, wholesome?, romance, creampie, build up, office siren

You sat at your desk. It was yet another day of being a regular office worker at SM Entertainment, surrounded by piles of paperwork. In a world filled with idols and popstars, you can't help but feel a little damp about it all. The hum of the AC droned throughout the silence of the office accompanied by distant keyboard clicking.

You sat at your desk. It was yet another day of being a regular office worker at SM Entertainment, surrounded by piles of paperwork. In a world filled with idols and popstars, you can't help but feel a little damp about it all. The hum of the AC droned throughout the silence of the office accompanied by distant keyboard clicking.

Your eyes occasionally caught glimpses of Giselle, a member of aespa who had taken up a job amidst her break from stardom. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders as she tapped away at her keyboard, her expression sullen and distant. You couldn't help but feel a pull towards her but stopped yourself. Her presence here has squandered your opportunities to gain a promotion, or at the very least made it ten times harder.

Giselle's hiatus from the limelight was a recent and well–kept secret. The public knew little about her personal life, only that she'd be away for a bit and won't be joining the performances. But here at SM Entertainment, the company was aware of her need for a break. She was dressed in a black blazer overcoat and a long flowy white skirt. A silver necklace with a small 'A' charm dangled between her cleavage.

The office manager passed by your desk with an air of importance. "Y/N, you'll be working with Giselle on a special project. It's for a new idol's profile, which includes a short bio, her discography, and a photoshoot concept."

You nodded in acknowledgement as your boss walked over to Giselle's desk to let her in on the same news. As he walked back to his office, you could see the disgruntled visage of Giselle peaking right above your desk divider.

You let out a drawn out sigh as you reluctantly made your way to Giselle's desk. The two of you never saw eye to eye, and your distaste for her was palpable. Maybe it was your jealousy... Maybe it was just that you wanted her so bad and you couldn't admit it to yourself. Giselle, on the other hand, couldn't stand your uppity attitude, regarding you as just another brown–noser.

"Good morning, Giselle. Looks like we've been assigned to work on a project together." you said, your voice monotonous and devoid of emotion.

Giselle looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Fantastic," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

With that, the two of you began to begrudgingly work on the project together. Your dislike for each other radiated from your pores. As you two scrolled through the new idol's information and material. Giselle would intentionally misplace important folders, and you would occasionally interrupt her while she was voicing out an idea to steal said idea. This back and forth would increase in passive–aggressive animosity gradually for the course of the first few weeks of the project.

On the first checkpoint, the two of you presented a draft of the idol's profile. The manager looked pleased and thanked you for your hard work. "It's a great start, and I believe with a few more tweaks, we'll have a solid profile. Keep up the good work, you two."

You and Giselle both nodded, unable to muster a smile. As you parted ways back to your respective desks, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered between you. It was like, despite not clicking on a personal level, you and Giselle complement each other well on a business level. It had been a tiring, stressful and oddly entertaining few weeks, but you two had made some progress... with the project, of course.

As the weeks dragged on, the project began to slowly take shape. You found yourself unable to deny the professional synergy between the two of you. Giselle, as an idol with experience, gave insight into the music industry, allowing you to form a cohesive and realistic looking profile for the idol. This gave you two the edge and even sped up the progress by a substantial amount.

As you worked on the profile, you found Giselle's opinions invaluable, much to your chagrin. Every time you'd disagree, you couldn't help but reflect on it when you got home and realised how right she was. She knew exactly how to word things to make the new idol's story more relatable and engaging. It pained you to agree or even highlight her ideas and opinions but... her knowledge is what helped you two progress this far.

The discography was a slightly different beast. Giselle's experience in the studio helped guide the project in the right direction. You'd listen to the songs she recommended, incorporating them into the discography, and as a result, the new idol's work was steadily becoming more cohesive. Despite still being in aespa, Giselle opted for you to go through the discography of other groups and idols.

The photoshoot concept was where Giselle shined the most. With her fashion sense and styling, she could see the complete picture of how an idol's story should be told through visuals. Not wanting to let the rivalry go, you'd argue over the smallest details, like the color palette and the type of props. Much to your dismay however, you'd eventually settle on something that worked for both of you.

Tensions between the two of you had seemingly eased. You were unable to pick her apart anymore for you never had a reason to. It felt like you might be on the path of... becoming friends... You found yourself laughing at her sarcastic remarks and even cracking a joke or two. The project brought you closer in a way you didn't expect. You could feel yourself wanting to be closer, wanting to be around her, wanting... her? However, there was still a simmering animosity there, like a fuse waiting to be lit.

On the day of the final presentation, the two of you were decked out in your respective work attire. Giselle was in a short, black dress with long sleeves that hugged her waist and curves, paired with black, knee–high boots. You, on the other hand, were in a navy blue suit with a crisp, white shirt beneath. Once again, you felt your disdain towards her challenged as the way she dressed sent an odd feeling surging through your body. It's like you couldn't look away.

The two waited in a meeting room, sat on opposite sides of the long desk. The manager walked in, his expression impressed. "This is fantastic work, you two. You've done an excellent job in bringing this new idol's profile to life. It's a perfect reflection of who she is. I should put you on more projects together."

The moment the manager left, Giselle smirked. "You know, for a minute there, I almost thought we were a team." Her tone was slightly aggravating, and her words were a clear jab at you.

You clenched your jaw, the familiar dislike and disdain for her bubbling back up. "Y–Yeah, well, it was all an act on my end. You're lucky I needed this project to succeed." The words were spoken without a single glance in her direction. You felt an odd ache in your heart, it was almost as if you actually thought things were straightening out between the two of you.

Giselle's eyes narrowed, and she stood from the desk with a huff. "Whatever. I'm going to head out for lunch. I'm too hungry for this right now, Y/N." With that, she stormed off.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you stood from the desk as well. You made your way to the desk to lay your stuff down before heading out of the building to grab lunch, you noticed that it seemed to be raining heavily and brought your coat with you. That's when you spot a familiar curvy figure at the building's entrance, hiding just out of sight. You walked over to her as you stepped out of the sliding glass doors.

"I thought you were heading off to lunch, what happened?" you asked, your tone smug.

Giselle looked up at you, obviously not pleased to see you, "...are you blind or something? It's raining, and I haven't got an umbrella. I'm just gonna sit here and wait it out."

You playfully pouted as you too looked out at the pouring rain. You sighed and hung your head. "Get up." You gestured for her to stand up before taking your own coat off and handing it to her.

She hesitated before grabbing it reluctantly and scurrying off into the rain.

"HEY– THAT'S MY COAT–" you chased her as she ran.

You couldn't help but stand for a moment and laugh to yourself as this hiatus–ridden idol ran through the rain using your suit coat as cover. You shook your head before braving the downpour yourself, trying to catch up with, but she seemed to be quite fast. Her black dress hugged her curvy frame, and for a moment, you couldn't help but admire how well it fit her. Wet strands of her hair clung to her face as she turned back to face you teasingly, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of protectiveness.

You ran through the rain as she did the same. Eventually, you caught up to her, finding shelter under a building. "Jeez, for someone in high heels– you run fast..." Giselle glanced at you, a hint of a smirk forming. "Yeah? Well, I'm hungry, sorry if you can't keep up~" she tossed the wet coat into your arms, granting a look of slight discomfort from you.

You began to ring your coat out as she approached you once more, "When you're done, just come and find me. I guess I could let you eat with me." As quickly as she approached, she left, back towards the table. 

About half an hour passed, you sat adjacent to her, enjoying a delicious meal. "Thanks for the jacket... by the way." You raised your head from your meal, nodding with your mouth full. "Don't worry about it. Figured it was the least I could do since you kinda helped us get the project done as quick as we did."

"Sorry for throwing your jacket back at you..." she apologised with a hint of brattiness. It was as if she wasn't really sorry. "It's fine. You don't like me and I was kinda expecting you'd do that."

She sighed before turning to face you, "And what do you want in return?" She batted her eyes, her confidence and sex appeal on full display.

You cleared your throat, feeling the heat in your cheeks. "Uh... Just pay for lunch, and we're cool," you stuttered out, trying to play it cool.

"Fine," Giselle replied, her face returning back to looking void.

As you two continued eating, Giselle started to open up. She wasn't letting you in on her lore, but more of just, coming out of her shell and speaking to you. You found yourself laughing at her jokes, enjoying her quips and sarcasm. The more time you spent with her, the more you realized you were starting to fall for her. You couldn't deny the way her gaze made your stomach flutter, or how her touch sent shivers down your spine.

Giselle, however, tried to maintain her distance. Every time she caught you staring, she'd make a snide comment or change the subject. You could see the unapproving glare in her eyes, but it only fueled your desire to win her over. It wasn't that she hated you, she was just, not into like that... not yet, at least.

However, as time went on, more lunches and work sessions went by, and Giselle began to open up around you. The sarcastic remarks became more playful, and the subtle glares disappeared.

One evening, a few minutes till the end of the work day, your manager approached your desk to let you know that you and Giselle will be joining the new idol on a tour. You looked up, your expression surprised. "What do you mean? You want us to buy tickets for all her shows?"

"What? No– You two will be joining her as she goes around for her tours. I'll book you one extra room for you two to share because that's how much we've got left of the budget. No funny business, or do, I don't really care."

His voice growled at the end as he turned and walked to Giselle's desk to tell her the exact same thing. As he left, you could see Giselle's eyes poking right above the desk dividers, a knowing eyebrow raise etched on her face. A few days go by and you two have found yourself in a hotel room together after the new idol's first performance. Giselle, now much more comfortable with you than before, leaned in close to you, her chest almost touching your arm. "Y/N, I think you've done a great job with this project," she whispered in your ear. You could feel her warm breath, and your heart raced.

"Wha– Huh?" you stuttered, your cheeks burning red.

She smirked before returning to unpack her things. "You wanna go out for a drink?" She asked, her ass swaying in the air as she reached down for her suitcase. You couldn't help but be drawn to her, like she was some sort of siren. You slowly approached her before deciding to grab her waist and gently buck yours against hers.

"What are you doing?" Giselle asked, standing back up. "You need something?"

You snapped out of your trance–like state, "Huh? What? Oh, uhh nothing. Sorry, just uhh– Yeah, it's nothing." You waddled back to your side of the room, blinking sporadically. "Yeah, I'd be down for some drinks." Giselle raised an eyebrow at you, not entirely sure of what just happened, but decided to brush it off.

You both arrived at the bar later that night and ordered a cocktail each. Giselle sipped her cocktail, her hair tousled, and her makeup a tad smudged from the hectic day of watching over this new idol. But your gaze settled on Giselle, entranced. As the night went on, the air grew thick with flirtation.

Eventually, Giselle reached out and took your hand, her fingers entwined with yours. "Y/N, I don't know what it is about you, but you've grown on me," she admitted, her eyes searching for yours, unsure.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "And I've grown on you, too, Giselle," you responded, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It was an odd feeling. You could tell she was still quite reserved but she said it. You'd grown onto her. Maybe... just maybe, you should seize this opportunity, with a kiss...

You leaped into her arms, pulling her close for a passionate, deep kiss. The grumpy and unapproving façade slipped away, replaced by passion and desire. Her tongue began to intertwine with yours, as both your hands gripped onto her ass. Was this the cocktails? Certainly not, right? It can't be that you two got this drunk over one cocktail.

But alas, it wasn't the alcohol. It was the gradual build up of desire fostered through business rivalry and the need to be better than the other. You couldn't take it anymore, you lifted her into a bridal carry and rushed her back to the hotel room. Your frantic movements looked as though you were about to piss your pants. You probably were, but not due to poor bladder management, maybe just excitement.

Once in, you slammed the door shut, still holding Giselle in your arms. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, echoing yours. With a smirk, you laid her on the bed, the sheets crinkling beneath her. Giselle's plaid skirt clung to her hips and thighs, and her black lace panties revealed themselves.

She nodded, a hungry look in her eyes. "Then have me~ Take them off, Y/N."

You slowly pulled her panties down, until they reached her ankles. Giselle lifted her legs, slipping them off, revealing her moist, wet folds. Your cock twitched, eager to be enveloped by her. You licked your fingers before gliding two of them over her folds.

You unbuttoned your shirt, letting Giselle gaze at and caress your chest with her fingers. "Damn, you were hiding that from me?" Your pants pooled somewhere on the room floor as you lined yourself up with her entrance. Giselle laid there, her eyes teasing but also begging. She adjusted her glasses and rolled her top up, just enough for her gorgeous twin girls to be seen, still confined by her lacey black bra, but not enough for her top to be off.

"Not yet, Y/N~ You wanna see them? Feel them? You've gotta earn it~" She teased, tracing your jawline with her finger. She reached up and grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for another, intense kiss. The kiss was deep, hungry, and passionate, your tongues mingling as you plunged yourself into her.

Breaking the kiss, you feel your cock bottom her out, the tip of your cock already dripping with pre–cum inside her. "FUCK– YOU'RE SO TIGHT–" Giselle's eyes widen as she feels you inside her for the first time.

"NNGH~ Fuck yes, Y/N!" she responded, her voice shaky with desire.

You smirked as you began to pound her roughly, your lips unable to pull themselves away from hers. She bit her lip, moaning softly.

"Aahh, Y/N, I'm...", she let out a breathy moan, "...so full. You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

You smirked, thrusting in and out of her slow and steady at first. Giselle's legs wrapped around your waist, her nails digging in.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." Giselle moaned, arching her back, hips moving to match your thrusts.

Giselle's desire is burned brightly within her, and you loved feeling the power of being inside her. You're in control, the rhythm of your thrusts increasing in speed, causing Giselle's moans to grow louder.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop... Mmmf~" Giselle encouraged, her moans garnering more intensity.

You couldn't, you wouldn't stop. Your thrusts quicken, your hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. You lean down to kiss her, your mouths crashing together, your tongues tangling, each thrust aligning with a sharp inhale from Giselle.

The heat between the two of you was intoxicating, and Giselle's moans grew louder, her grip on your back tightening. You can feel the walls of her pussy gripping you tighter and tighter, milking you for all you're worth.

"You like this, don't you? You like feeling my cock bottom you out."

Giselle nodded, her eyes rolling out as her tongue stuck out. You leaned down and used your teeth to lift her bra off her tits before helping yourself to them. You flicked each nipple with your tongue, letting your head swim onto them like a baby being breastfed.

"Y/N, I'm... I'm gonna cum... oh, God, Y/N," she panted, her walls clenching around you as she reached her climax. "Please– Kiss me–"

She pressed her lips onto yours as she let herself indulge in your taste. She felt your cock twitch and throb within her. "Cum inside me. Breed me."

Hearing the way she begged and commanded nearly pushed you over the edge. "I'm... I'm close, Giselle..." you panted, your thrusts became more frantic, the build–up to climax an intense, heady feeling.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, her face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum with me, Y/N, I want to feel you cum inside me. Fill. Me. Up."

You gripped the sheets tightly, your thrusts growing more erratic, your cock pulsating inside her.

"Oh God, Giselle– I'm gonna cum~!" you shouted, your cock twitching, the tip of your cock pulsating inside her, spurts of hot, thick cum flooding her insides, your body trembling. Giselle screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down onto your shaft. She shuddered and gasped.

You collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, a mixture of sweat and lust coating your bodies. "Fuck– Giselle– I– I–" you struggled, pressing a kiss to her lips, spent.

She's panting, her chest rising and falling. "That was... unexpected... We should uhm... do more of that... maybe not tonight, but we definitely should..." Giselle says, her hand tracing your back, her fingertips gentle, her eyes filled with a newfound appreciation for you.

You smile, gazing at her, "I agree, I came so hard... But I'm glad I could... surprise you, Giselle."

Her smile is small, tender, her eyes soft and forgiving. "Yeah..."

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[nonuify]

most to least possessive svt members abt their partners??????

ᝰ.ᐟ — SVT ⟢ mtl possessive.

› nsfw & sfw is included ┆ smut & fluff — mdni ꩜

౨ৎ seungcheol i think we all saw this coming, cheol is not shy to be possessive around ANYONE. he will rest his hand around your waist at all times or he will make some kind of physical touch with you or if he’s really that desperate he will slap your ass or grope it, he doesn’t care, cheollie does not like anyone touching what’s his trust me.

౨ৎ chan chan is also very possessive of you i think he’s the type of guy to pull you in a corner & sloppily make out with you, making sure everybody sees you both, chan will also make you sit on his lap at all times if you are in a gathering or whatever, even if you’re both on a date he will hold your hand 24/7, if he ever leaves you for a second which he won’t , he won’t forget to leave a hickey after that make out session.

౨ৎ minghao minghao may come as a surprise to be a possessive partner but oh he is one alright, he might not have physical contact with you a lot like cheol but he will always be standing next to you or whisper something through your ear like “you know you’re mine to touch & fuck” he will not be afraid to get filthy if he feels a slight pang of jealousy.

౨ৎ mingyu he’s definitely possessive deepening on his mood, mingyu can be chill but also can be VERY possessive & jelly also he is not shy to rearrange your guts to show you who you really belong to. case closed.

౨ৎ soonyoung okay so hoshi is not as possessive as the above but he’s considered more on the clingy side like, he will pout if you’re busying away with another person eventually leading him to literally dragging you to a place where you could only give him attention.

౨ৎ josuhua shuji defo gets possessive at times, like if he sees someone getting too cozy for his liking, he will be at your side in one split second, coddling you & kissing you intentionally showing the person infront of you that you are his partner.

౨ৎ jun he says he’s not possessive but lowkey (highkey) is, but he doesn’t show it to you. obviously though you know your boyfriend when he gets sulky or pouty about it, you will give him a big reassuring him that you are his & he is yours.

౨ৎ seungkwan kwannie also tends to lean on the sulky side of being possessive over you but he can manage most times but on the oh and he can’t contain it at times but you aren’t afraid to show people that you’re his by maintaining physical contact.

౨ৎ jeonghan now.. YOU are the one who gets possessive who can blame you?, you have a gorgeous boyfriend who everybody wants so sometimes you feel mischievous enough to cover his neck with hickies at the same time he isn’t afraid to cover them up. but hannie’s possessive can get nasty sometimes.

౨ৎ wonwoo wonwoo is really chill as he trusts you too much not to do anything but he couldn’t help but feel a little possessive when you’re out there looking breathtaking, people staring at you or more so admiring you, wonwoo will just stand up to kiss you or just hold hands with you, proudly showing you off as his pretty princess.

౨ৎ deokyeom kyeom now he’s more chill than others, he can stand seeing you chatting & laughing with other guys but when you get tooo close, he’ll probably bring it up later as a not so “joke” joke, he just gets a little insecure sometimes & of course you’d understand that, so everytime he’d do that you will reassure him totally 100%.

౨ৎ jihoon now with uji he’s really really cool about it, I don’t necessarily think he’s possibles not because of anything but because he just has his 100% trust, he’s just so chill about it, like I think he’ll get up to kiss you just because he loves you not because of anything else.

౨ৎ hansol hansol is sooo isn’t possessive about you, he is so comfortable about it you’re just sooo trust worthy in his mind, he doesn’t care if you flirt or not with someone not because he doesn’t care about you but loves teasing you to show you that he trust you fully which turns you on so much.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!.

[ divders by @/ cafekitsune. ] [ tysm to @junekissed & @cheolism & @miniseokminnies for helping me with the ideas !! ].

[eskumii]

yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha + darling who's secretly half uchiha hcs

TITLE: " LIKE WATER, LIKE BLOOD " — navi. — general yandere!sasuke hcs.

NOTES: i've been randomly feinin over naruto again and this idea just won't leave me alone :'D don't press me on lore specific stuff i just yap and pretend it's true ok. also i accidently posted this b4 it was finished ... if you read that, no u didn't.

☆ you're no stranger to the fact that your mother had an affair with an uchiha man a few years before the entire clan was slaughtered like cows. your father had been a high-ranking official in fugaku's inner circle, but you had never learned his name, even when he secretly visited you and your mother on weekends between his missions and clan dealings.

☆ this is not to say, of course, that he was a bad man. he often tried to instill core uchiha values into you (never dishonor the uchiha clan name, always seek to carry on its legacy and strength, etc..) but nothing ever seemed to stick. you were more interested in the little trinkets he would bring you: necklaces, bracelets, hair ribbons, hand fans, and various other accessories that were often branded with the uchiha symbol. none of it was ever worn out in public, though, so you just hung them on your walls instead.

☆ after your father's death, you eventually distanced yourself from the uchiha side of your identity as it had always been steeped in secrecy and the fear of scrutiny from the third hokage/konoha elders/villagers who felt strongly about the nine tails attack. after all, you aren't supposed to exist. you're not sure what your mother was thinking when she got knocked up at such a politically fragile time, when the uchiha clan were still under fire for conspiracy and treason.

☆ at the academy, you intentionally avoid sasuke. you've probably spoken to him a handful of times—many of which were him telling you to get out of his way, or to shut up if you were talking too loud with your friends (your assigned seat was directly behind his, unfortunately).

☆ it isn't until much later after you graduate from the academy and are placed into teams that sasuke somehow finds out you're also an uchiha. whether someone told him or he just... knew, you do not know. at this point, you haven't seen him in months (you're on different teams), so him appearing on the landing outside of your open window is a very startling jumpscare.

☆ he takes one look around your room, which has uchiha merch strung up all over the place, and is immediately pissed at you. all this time there was another surviving member of his clan and he had no clue? and it was you, of all people?

☆ sasuke always thought you were weird and suspicious during your days at the academy. whenever he interacted with you, you would cower from him, almost looking ashamed. you were adept at everything he was and, as much as he used to hate admitting it, you were often his competition when it came to scoring at the top of various skill tests. looking back, it all makes sense: the blood in your veins is special, as uchiha children often are. as he is. and now, instead of callousness, he feels a kindling of pride at your excellence.

☆ it takes no time at all for everything to change between you and sasuke. after he barges his way into your room (you don't how he found out where you live in the first place?!), he forces you to explain why you lied about being an uchiha. you have no choice but to comply after his threatening glares pin you into submission and he refuses to let you past him until you talk.

☆ sasuke really doesn't care that you're a "half uchiha." you descended directly from a member of the uchiha clan so as far as he's concerned, you're his kin through and through. this discovery immediately sparks something primal in sasuke, like a desprate clinging to preserve what has been, and to protect what can be.

☆ you're often dragged away to secluded places by sasuke—the training grounds, usually. you try to fight but sasuke is just stronger than you and you are easily wrestled into defeat; a reoccuring pattern that makes you feel unsafe around him. but despite your growing feelings of contempt towards sasuke, he is brutally relentless in his pursuit of you or, rather, his pursuit of molding you into a proud uchiha who is willing to restore the legacy of his clan with him.

☆ the uchiha boy is a little worried that you lack so many of the values that he himself has been taught by his parents and itachi. you don't know much about the sharingan nor the clan's signature great fireball technique. so he starts there.

☆ let's be honest though: you're not interested in being lectured on the history of the clan by sasuke, but you're not entirely opposed to learning a new jutsu so you allow him to train you for now. whenever you mess up or ask too many questions, he'll sigh in very clear annoyance but bites back any insult as a mercy to you.

☆ you notice how much more patient he is towards you. how he quietly praises you when your little flame grows, how he immediately checks on you when you're winded from using too much chakra. there's a general closeness that never existed before (sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, physically guiding your hands into signs, or poking your forehead when you say or do something he thinks is dumb). it's all strangely... intimate.

☆ the frequency of his visits begin to increase as the days go by, and there were a few times where you would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing over you. obviously, this scares you, and you have to keep sasuke's sudden intrusions into your bedroom a secret from your mother, so you begrudgingly agree to his strict schedule of meeting at his apartment at least four times a week instead of him breaking into yours.

☆ in the following months, you see a side of sasuke that you're sure no one else has seen. one that isn't carefree, but deeply emotional and reactive, especially when it comes to you. soon enough, he reveals his plan of revenge against itachi to you. you're shocked that he would go to such a length, and the sentiment is not shared by you at all.

☆ before sasuke leaves the village, he of course tries to convince you to come with him. you aren't a fool, though. despite settling into your uchiha heritage at this point, you're no destined avenger. you followed along with sasuke's strange intrusion into your life thus far, but this is where you draw the line. you refuse.

☆ "no? what the hell, [name]? you're an uchiha." he'll spit heatedly, arresting you by the hand when you turn to walk away from him. "your duty now is to kill itachi and restore our clan. don't think for a second that you can just run away from this. from me."

☆ and... he's right. one way or another, you find yourself a traitor to konoha for the sake of the blood that binds you to sasuke. what happened to his family, he won't let happen to you. this time, he's the one who'll kill to protect the one he loves, even if you hate him for doing it against your will.

[lixie-phoria]

bff!stray kids and the little things they do when they have a crush on you

pairing : stray kids x reader | genre : fluff | warnings : none

🧿 ┆ CHAN - he stalks your pinterest saves to see your latest interests

He doesn't do it in a creepy way, i promise. he just likes to go through your latest pins and find out what you're into and surprise you without you even having to tell him!! He spoils you so much :(( You recently saved a really cute fit inspo? He's going to order it for you. Saw you saving pins of pretty bouquets? You'll find the very same one in his hands as he picks you up from work. This man is such a sweetheart you're so lucky.

🧿┆ LEE KNOW - purposely forget his hoodies and tshirts at your place so you can wear them

Is it really an accident that he forgot his hoodie at your house for the fifteenth time even after you reminded him multiple times? Of course! Or at least that's what minho insists. He's never going to tell you that he intentionally forgets them at your place because it gives you an excuse to wear it. he will never tell you how delusional he is and how much it plays into his fantasies of you dating him when he sees you in his clothes. He's such a simp lmao please.

🧿 ┆ CHANGBIN - will buy anything that reminds him of you

He misses you so much on tour and can't stop thinking about you :(( even the smallest objects remind him of you. He goes to a beach in Australia and sees a shell whose colors match those of a really pretty dress you have? He's going to take it without a second thought, somehow managing to make a hole in it and looping an expensive chain through it because the shell may be simple but he loves spoiling you rotten with expensive gifts too. He sees a potted plant in some foreign country that looks somewhat like the one you have at your place? Of course he's going to buy it. Please don't ask him how he plans on getting it through airport security. He's too busy thinking about you to worry about all that!!

🧿 ┆ HYUNJIN - he lets only you paint his nails and do his make up!!

He's going to be sooo whiny as you drag him into the cosmetics store at the mall but anyone can see the stars in his eyes as he looks at your excited smile. The second you're in he's going to be all over the place, picking out items he thinks would go well with your features. And if you want to try out any of the products, he's offering himself before you can even pick the samples. Loves to have you paint his nails, try a new shade of lip gloss on his skin or the texture of a new blush. he will do anything for you. he does not care about the looks he gets as he proudly walks around with all 10 finger nails painted in mismatched colours.

🧿 ┆ HAN - He always let's you have the first bite of food

lover boy is so whipped i cannot stress enough. whenever you guys go on dates hang out, he purposely orders a starter he knows you like and insists you have the first bite. always. if you accompany him on set he remembers to carry snacks so he can share them with you and fights any member who tries to take some hahaha

🧿 ┆ FELIX - always takes your input when getting ready for a comeback

you see all those funky hair colors felix sports every comeback and pulls them off every single time? yeah thats all you. never once has he failed to ask you what colors you'd like to see him in. and he won't listen to you complain about how it might potentially damage his hair. you want to see him in blue? he's already texting his hair stylist l. you've been into purple lately? he's already discussing the different shades with you. it's so sweet and he loves it when he can finally show you the new look.

🧿 ┆ SEUNGMIN - "accidentally" takes your stuff so it gives him an excuse to drop it off at your place and see you

seungmin being upfront about his crush on you? of course not. he's such a baby lmao will never have the courage to tell you but he also doesn't know how to explain why he always wants to be around you. so he comes up with a (supposedly) fool proof plan!! he takes your stuff whenever you guys hang out so it gives him an excuse to come over and give it you later on. if you're ever missing a clutch clip or your lip gloss best believe he has it. and watch him laugh it off as an accident. he gets so embarrassed when the other 7 see right through him hahaha but he'd rather be teased because its worth seeing you

🧿 ┆ JEONGIN - aggressively confesses his love for you

he's so adorable. he isn't really sure how to navigate your relationship because its all so new to him but he also wants you to know that he genuinely likes you. so he sticks to saying i-love-you's at the most random times and so aggressively it nearly scared you the first time. so many of his good morning texts read along the lines of good morning i hope you're up or i will splash water down your pretty face. don't forget breakfast because it's important for you. if you forget it, i will fight you. i love you 😠😠😠😠 but once you catch on it's obviously got you giggling and blushing because it's such a jeongin thing to do and honestly how could you not fall for him when he's just awkwardly trying to confess how much he's in love with you

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @jiisungllvr (send an ask to be added/removed)

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[oct0bra1ns]

Love in war

Synopsis: Even war wouldn't stop his obsession. Pairing: Yandere Soldier x Doctor!reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others, yanderes notes: I just realised i have no pinned post, oops reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Yandere soldier! Who's well trained and the most capable member of his unit. The one who gets the least amount of injuries.

Yandere soldier! Who finally gets a chance to see you, the doctor who's been saving his units lives again and again, and falls in love with you.

Yandere soldier! Who starts intentionally going out on more dangerous plans and getting into risky situations just so you can patch him up.

Yandere soldier! Who gives his teammates easier and more harmless jobs so he can keep them away from you.

Yandere soldier! who keeps coming back to you even after you keep scolding him for every injury he comes back with. If you want him to stop, perhaps you'll have to keep him with you all the time.

Yandere soldier! Who lets you grab him and drag him away to treat his injuries even when he's much stronger than you.

Yandere soldier! Who ends up picking up your work so that if you ever get hurt, he'll be the one to patch you up and not something other filthy person. Of course he'll opt to tell you he learned it just to help you out with the others.

Yandere soldier! Who gets rid of anyone that raises their voice against you, even if they're higher in rank, no one gets to yell at you.

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Hashira 🍆 Size Ranking

Warning: if it ain’t obvious, this contains smut lmao — therefore Muichiro is 100% not included in this. We’re talking about 🍆, length, girth, all the fun stuff. So if PPs make you uncomfortable keep on scrolling babes </3

A/N: these low key stress me out cause I feel like people can get pretty defensive over these types of Headcanons. Especially if my own thought differs from yours. Regardless, these are just my personal takes/HCs. My word is not law so do not be upset if my HC does not match yours / don’t feel the need to change how you HC these things to fit my POV. This is why I refrain from describing size in my fics, I want y’all to imagine it in a way that you like lololol

Lastly, idgaf if you see some of this as unrealistic, these are fake, fictional drawings of men, if I wanna give Gyomei a 44ft long 🍆, I can and will (I didn’t but you get the point.) Anyways enjoy my personal thoughts on this matter

1. Himejima Gyomei

Is anyone fucking shocked that this 7’2 (220cm) man is packing the biggest schlong among the male Hashira?

I mean let’s be logical real quick, his dick is as big as the rest of him. This man’s dick is dragging on the floor.

Soft: 11.2

Hard: 12.3

Call it unrealistic idgaf this man is LONG

Girthy too, he’s fucking beefy all over

This man’s dick will feel like he’s shoving his wrist up in there ong bro

It curves downward slightly when hard, I mean shit that thing is heavy, it stands no chance against gravity

2. Uzui Tengen

Again, the man is 6’6 (198cm).

Height comes into play when it comes to our two tank Hashira

Therefore none of you should be surprised that they are the top two

Soft: 9

Hard: 10.3

Your guts are getting rearranged, he knows the length he has but often underestimates how far he can go…

He’s long but doesn’t have a crazy girth to him, which thank fuck it doesn’t take as much prep to take him

He’s pretty straight when hard and manages to flex it and keep it up (he totally does dick tricks & you can’t convince me otherwise)

3. Tomioka Giyu

I’m standing by my “big dick Giyu” head canon. I just know this man is packing a weapon down there

What’s crazy is he wasn’t even aware of how good he had it until he overheard other corps members chatting

Soft: 6.3

Hard: 7.4

He’s got a decent girth and as weird as it may sound, it’s pretty, like really pretty to look at

When hard, it curves upwards and stands at attention which makes him a bit embarrassed

He knows how to use it, because of that he’s pretty confident in that aspect which is wild for him

He will also rearrange your guts unintentionally (or intentionally hehe)

4. Shinazugawa Sanemi

I don’t wanna hear one PEEP from any of you that Sanemi should be above Giyu.

My man is forth on the list but that ain’t mean shit, he’s still got a lot going on down there

Soft: 6

Hard: 7

He’s girthy, will tear you up girth, needs thirty minutes of prep minimum because of how wildly he fucks girth

He sticks straight out, no curve in sight and honestly looks like he defies gravity.

He’s like Tengen, can do dick tricks. But unlike Tengen he doesn’t make that known / show you lmao.

He’ll break your back, he may even hurt you (fully unintentional) if he gets too into it. That thing is fr a weapon

5. Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s fifth on the list but trust me he’s not lacking

He’s second smallest, but he’s not small, if you get what I mean. It’s kinda like how we rank the Hashira weakest to strongest but regardless they are still the strongest in the corps… that make sense?

Soft: 5.8

Hard: 6.8

He curves upwards, very prominent veins running along his shaft (heh, shaft)

Girth wise, he’s about normal. Not too intimidating but def offers you a good stretch, forgoing prep is real bold tbh

He’s a quick learner so he quickly masters how to fuck you

He will strive to go as far as your body will let him, so expect to be bruised / sore

6. Iguro Obanai

My king. He may be “smallest” among the Hashira men, but that doesn’t mean shit.

He’s not self conscious of his dick, he knows how to use it. He’s also pretty content with it’s size

Soft: 5.6

Hard: 6.5

See? You can’t come for me cause he ain’t even SMALL

Obanai’s dick is pretty, too. It curves upwards slightly, since he’s pretty pale, his veins are prominent

He’s got an average girth, he doesn’t need to prep you forever to get you ready. Which works in his favor cause he likes to “punish” you with no prep & going in raw

He can and will abuse your cunt, he’s not satisfied until you genuinely can’t walk without limping for a few days

[peppertoastuniverse]

the heat of summer – geto suguru

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, switching povs, just 2 idiots in love, lots of fluff, suggestive gojo, soft sugu, suguru being the biggest doting mother hen who just wants to love you and make sure you're ok summary: suguru geto wonders if it’s the summer heat that’s the cause of his flushed face and erratically beating heart or if it’s because of you. wc: 2.8k

“stop.” he warns, voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers.

stretching out his broad frame on his bed, geto stares up at the ceiling humming casually. it was his favourite time of day. he enjoys watching the darkness of the evening overpower the golden edges of the disappearing sun, the intense heat from the day diluting into a pleasant warmth. a pleasant breeze dances through his opened window, rustling the pages of his carefully abandoned book on his bed. the book that you bought him last week. you showed up at his door during this time, slightly out of breath with excited eyes contrasting your dishevelled uniform. you must have just came back from mission with gojo. pressing a hardcover book into his palms before beaming “suguru! I brought this back for you from Kurashiki! i.. i thought you’d like it.” you were so sweet. you thought of him.

he smiles at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser within his chest, stomping on all reason in his brain. a foreign warmth bathes his chest in a tenderness that he couldn't understand. his brow furrow slightly at this strange feeling. he exhaled slowly as to appease his erratically beating heart, weaving his now sweaty palms through his loose dark hair to distract himself.

huh. must be the heat. or.. was it because you were- smack. a cool package striking geto’s contemplative face, effectively knocks him out of is reverie. a welcome distraction in the form of a.. popsicle?

narrowed violet eyes trail up to his best friend's confident stance, large hands splayed across the open door, pale face immensely pleased with himself. “dude, what the fuck?” a tinge of annoyance colouring geto’s words, satoru was always so careless. raising an eyebrow, the beginnings of a cheeky grin decorating gojo’s proud face, “what? did I get the wrong flavour, baby? wanna taste mine then?” quickly crossing the threshold into geto’s tidy room, waving his own purple popsicle his best friend’s face, dark glasses sliding down ever so slightly to reveal blue eyes full of mischief. gojo was practically vibrating from boredom. "..or do you wanna taste something el-" gojo cackles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "enough." suguru spits with an amused scoff, as gojo’s snickering lingered in the summer air. accompanied a quiet mutter of thanks, geto carefully opens the packaging of the shockingly blue popsicle. placing the plastic wrapper on his bedside table while gracefully moving his body into a seated position. he sighs softly, enjoying the coolness of the treat and the sweet flavour dancing on his tongue. “- ehhh? that's it? you usually try and beat my ass after something like that. tired again, suguru?” gojo's boisterous voice was too loud and lively to match the hot, sluggish summers of Tokyo, but geto noticed the slight tinge of worry laced in it. stepping quickly to take a seat by geto’s side, gojo intentionally jostles the bed, playfully bumping geto's knee with his own in the process. frowning geto easily takes the bait and kicks him back with a disproportionate amount of ferocity, earning a wide grin from the white haired boy. “satoru, if you want to fight go bother someone else.” "oh believe me –  i tried. nanami and haibara were sent on that mission this morning, ‘member? and shoko already threw me out of her room." gojo whines rubbing the back of his neck, licking his dripping popsicle hastily. bright eyes scanning geto’s room until he noticed the book. the book that you dragged gojo all around Kurashiki to 4 different bookstores to get. turning his head he eyes his best friend’s suspicious face in glee. “don’t tell me you’re still pouting, suguru? ….you’re still worried about them?” gojo asked poorly attempting to hide his amusement. oh. geto wonders why his heart starts beating rapidly at the mere mention of you, or why all of a sudden the intense summer sun was back in his room. "nah, it's just the heat – it must be getting to me." geto side steps, easily masking his slight frown. biting the last bit of his popsicle, voice slightly muffled as it melts in his mouth. “they just texted me, y'know. they're fiiiiiine. they'll be back in a few hours!” gojo teasing tone stifled as he chews on his purple stained popsicle stick.

geto unconsciously lets out a sigh of relief. you were okay. he was glad that you were okay – of course you were. you could hold your own during missions, you were reliable – albeit a little too reckless for his liking sometimes, and you had a tendency to be self-sacrificing when it wasn't needed but - wait.

gojo and you… texted? since when? gojo's face whips to his, the beginning of a shit eating grin threatens to spill from his lips “.. and they asked about you too.” geto's heart lurches, fighting a pleased smile. “yeah well, they ask about everyone." an easy excuse.

it's definitely not the summer heat that made his face flush.

you sighed audibly - japanese summers were really a punishment. you really couldn’t take the heat - it was too intense, too brash – it overwhelmed you until you were breathless. as you felt your uniform begin to stick uncomfortably to your skin you huffed. you couldn't wait for autumn. strained muscles, a few minor cuts on your legs and a stinging left arm were the souvenirs of your first solo mission after your recent promotion to grade 1 – thankfully this one didn’t go too badly. stretching lightly you groaned when you heard the faint pop of your aching joints. at least you had the cicadas and the faint moonlight to keep you company as you made the trek back to jujutsu tech.

a refreshing breeze danced through your hair and you hummed in pleasure, appreciatedly. gingerly you raise your arms, gathering your messy hair into a ponytail out of your face, exposing your sweaty neck. reaching to your wrist, grabbing the black hair tie that he gave you last week. you remembered his observant eyes recognizing your irritation at your unruly hair getting in your face during training. calling your name, you found yourself situated in between his long legs, his fingers, lightly weaving through your hair, slightly tugging it, coaxing your locks into a ponytail, "there, we go…" he'd mutter tying it off easily and patting your head for good measure. he thought about you.

you smiled at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser that would somehow make a home within your chest. arriving so elusively, spreading to the flushed plains of your cheeks decorating your face with an air of bewilderment. you inhaled sharply, noticing the vibrations of your unevenly beating heart. you grumbled involuntarily playing with your hair, twirling it around your pointer finger.

ugh. must be the heat. passing the torii gates, you could almost feel your soft bed and plush pillows. You groaned prematurely imagining your dorm room fan, blowing on your skin. maybe you could watch a movie to wind down or take a cold bath. or maybe...he would be up and you could drop by to–

a rustle interrupted your thoughts.

turning briskly, your cautious face painted in surprise when you saw his emerging figure in the darkness.

geto.

it seems as if he wasn’t expecting to see anyone either. eyebrows quirked, sleek black hair let loose around his broad back. instantly geto's posture straightens out in the dim moonlight as your eyes meet his. was he.. nervous to see you? you shake the silly thought from your wandering mind. probably not, why would he be nervous to see you? “suguru!” you smile tiredly with a wave. "whatcha doing here?" approaching him with a slight bounce in your step despite the protest of your muscles.

"just out for a walk." he answers smile matching yours. "mission go okay?"

if you weren't as equally observant as geto, you wouldn't have noticed him tucking his fidgeting hands into his loose pants or his amethyst eyes give you a quick once over, slight crease on his brow. "it wasn't anything i couldn't handle.. but i'm all gross and tired." you answer, trying to appease his worry, ponytail swishing behind your back.

“you’re bleeding…” geto’s long strides meet your smaller figure, quickly approaching you with renewed intent. You could feel the heat of his meticulous stare on your left arm, your own eyes glancing down surveying the damage. "huh? oh. that.. it's fine, just a scratch –" geto can't help but feel exasperated by you sometimes, you're too kind almost to the point of being naive. you’re just so thoughtful, always putting other people first – trying to reassure him while you're actively hurt and bleeding. he doesn't like that. you needed to take better care of yourself, realise that you’re important too.. you’re important to him.

your eyes widen slightly when you feel his long fingers gently encircle your right wrist, effectively guiding you to sit at the benches behind you. pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket he glances apologetically at your face briefly before pressing it to your wound to ease the bleeding. you flinch slightly in response. "suguru – really! i'm fine, it's nothing–" nose scrunching up in protest. he interrupts you with a rather sassy deadpan glare catching you off guard. if you weren’t so exasperated with his coddling you would’ve laughed. but it’s just like suguru to dote on you. picking your battles, you roll your eyes, gently slapping his knee without any real vigour. “suguruuu,” you whine dramatically. “stop.” he warns voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers. you’re about to protest again but you don’t expect his serious expression as he meets your pouting face.  you do what he asks and if he keeps looking at you like that you’ll do whatever he wants. so you sigh impatiently, admitting defeat with a grumble. with him you always folded so easily. you watch him as he works, the gentle growing glow of the moon accentuating his soft features. you notice the slight furrow in his brow as he cautiously lifts the handkerchief to peek at the wound accessing it’s severity. his sharp jaw unconsciously tensing thoughtfully, high cheekbones accentuating his sleek eyes, the curtain of black hair billowing down the nape of his long neck occasionally catching the warm breeze. you never realised how handsome he was. your fingers couldn’t resist the temptation as they brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking the silky threads behind his ear affectionately. geto slightly stills with the intimate action before melting to you fleeting touch. fingers trembling, you hesitantly drop your fingers, curling your hand into your lap. contact severing far too soon. geto and you sit in a comfortable but thoughtful silence as he fusses over you. with him it felt like you didn’t need to fill in the silences, you could just exist in the same space and find comfort knowing that he was beside you. his strength and raw power were always the first thing people saw but to you it was his quiet kindness. what you appreciated about him was his gentle nature, his presence was comforting and reassuring like the retreating sunlight on your skin at twilight. under his gaze, you’ve never felt so cared for.

"do we have to cut it off? am i dying? ooh dang, i was really looking forward to listening to satoru complain all day about the heat tomorrow," you quipped sarcastically, breaking the silence. "seriously? you complain just as much about the heat maybe even more–" his large hands stilling, his right resting lightly on your thigh, skin beneath his palms burning. "is that any way to talk to your patient, sugu?" you interrupt him casting a cheeky smile, as geto rolls his eyes. "hmm, it should be okay for now. but you should really be more careful next time. at least visit shoko once in a while – you're not invincible. " he chastises you. "pffff, and miss out on quality sugu time? no way!" brightly exclaiming, stretching out your legs. he chuckles, the sound adding to the vibrations of your unsteady heart. if he laughed again you swore you might have a heart attack. he looked so relaxed like this – so free. you felt that geto was one to hold his own emotions so close to his chest that they threatened to consume him from the inside. after all, he was so busy taking care of everyone else, who would take care of him? you wanted to carry his fraying thoughts, to keep the the storm above his shoulders at bay, to help him bear the weight of the curse of being human. black hair falling as he shakes his head, "you're ridiculous, you know that?” he pulls the handkerchief away to check on the wound one last time before tying the makeshift bandage loosely, satisfied. you whisper your thanks as his warm hands withdraw. you crave the missing contact immediately.

resting his hands on his knees, he looks at you in amusement before his quickly flicker to ground at your feet.

“you know that you can get quality sugu time anytime you want, right?” he says with curious sincerity.

you savour his rare bashful expression. this was a version of geto you rarely saw and you couldn’t help but coo internally. he was always so confident and sure but seeing him like this felt like you got to see the real version of him, a proposal to form a new, deeper bond of trust. “yeah, but we’re both being shipped out all the time now. I never get to see you anymore…” you voice trails off, growing softer with unexpected vulnerability. your shy eyes squint up to dark sky, choosing to be swallowed by the sky instead of the abyss of his eyes. absentmindedly you ramble, words spilling almost carelessly, "it would've been way more fun if you were there with me today." "oh, just me, eh? did you miss me that much?" lightly bumping his knee to yours. you can hear the slightly cocky smile on his face – all shyness gone – voice bright, pleased with your admission. "pfff uhh – i…. okay. i meant if everyone was together!" you added, hastily, pursing your lips realising he didn’t see through your poorly veiled bluff. "hmm… i dunno, it sounded better when it was just me," he slightly pouts, his palm cradling his cheek as he peers down at you. you bump his broad shoulder with yours, his sweet smile temporarily hypnotizing you, making you forget your injury. you stiffen with a quiet wince, hoping he didn’t hear. but nothing gets past geto, especially you. swiftly, he winds a strong arm around your lower back stilling you. geto shifts to check on your wound, you feel the rumble in his chest as he tuts. his concerned eyes flash to yours.

“hey. hey, easy there. can't have you bleeding out on me again." you fidgeted slightly looking anywhere but his face for you knew that if your eyes met that you’d simply combust. geto observantly notices your stillness and soothes you warmly, intuitively rubbing your back moving impossibly closer to your feverish body. you feel like you might die like this.

“i thought about you... when you were gone," voice soft, barely there as if he was letting you in on a secret and he was unsure if he himself wanted to admit it yet.

p­­­lunging into the abyss you looked into his twinkling eyes, perhaps the stars were hiding in his eyes tonight. “...you weren’t worrying about me, were you?”

"i know that you're capable, but sometimes i cant help it..." sighing slightly, the tips of his ears flushing at the confession.

you allowed your head to find his firm shoulder, curling into his warmth, recognizing his vulnerability. being mindful of your injury, geto rests his head on top yours with a contented hum. Your eyes softening, “don't worry sugu, i'll always come back..."

i'll always come back to you, your heart quietly admits, surprising even yourself as you further bury yourself in geto. but it's almost too soon, too overwhelming to voice it out loud. you feel his gentle caress tighten around you minusculely, interrupting your spiralling thoughts, comforting you even when you didn’t even know you needed it. the combination of the weight of his head and his comforting scent further grounding you reassuringly. your body relaxing, melting into each other.

" .. i missed you, too." he says softly, his eyes carrying a confession of something more. you feel his shy grin, before glancing back at his flushed face, finding a mutual expression reflected in his eyes.

you're not sure if it's the summer heat or this sudden close proximity that makes you feel dizzy. maybe it was the gentleness in his tender touch stroking the embers of something new in your heart.

for now you're content with holding onto him just a little longer.

a/n: u best believe i made geto and and gojo have matching popsicles lol because that’s canon

[thresholdbb]

what's the threshold theory

There was a post about how Tom is the only crew member who isn't really affected by the Borg, and there's a theory that he has so much luck because he saw the past and the future when he crossed the transwarp threshold. He saw the past and the future, all of time and space. There's some subconscious part of him that remembers that experience. In fact, Tom refused to play a part in Chakotay indulging Annorax's temporal incursions, probably because a part of him knew nothing good could come of it.

If we extend that same theory to Janeway, some of her wild luck with time travel and other crack plans starts to make sense. She doesn't verbally hate time travel until after the events of Threshold, since it happens in Time and Again without complaint. Janeway has an uncanny knack for time travel, as evidenced every time she deals with it. She hates time travel, but it might be because part of her knows exactly how to manipulate the timeline. She manages to avoid the "inevitable" temporal explosion in Future's End, saving both Voyager and Braxton. She resets the entire timeline in Year of Hell, and no one else followed her reasoning. She pulled it off flawlessly. In Relativity, she senses the incidents are all related, despite it being just one reading that connects them. By the time she's involved, she has a temporal incursion factor of .0036 and a time travel protocol named after her, even if that may just be Braxton's personal grudge. Then there's Endgame, where she intentionally changes the timeline. Up until this point, she has been dragged into time travel, but for the first time, she jumps in on purpose. How does Admiral Janeway know how to get them home sooner in a way that completely avoids the Temporal Integrity Commission? It's because she has seen all of time, and part of her knows exactly what needs to happen so she can get Voyager home and do it in a way that becomes baked into the prime timeline. Maybe she doesn't consciously remember what happened during her transformation, but the experience lives in her mind somewhere, guiding her decisions.

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

(banner made by @redvexillum tysm darling 😭💜🥰)

Vox is upgrading and you get a little impatient waiting.

Vox x FReader

Smut, cw: Penis in Vagina sex, fingering, fellatio, somnophilia, dub con at the beginning, erotic electrostimulation.

Upgrading...

Walking into Vox’s screen room as he was late for dinner. 

“Vox? Are you in here?” You call out in the quiet room, he’d told you he’d be upgrading today but should be able to join you for dinner, so when he missed dinner, you naturally went to see if everything was okay, part of you slightly worried, mind racing with doubts and insecurities, maybe he was tired of you... 

When you rounded his large chair, you found your concerns were completely invalid as you see Vox is still mid update. The loading information on his blue screen proof that he wasn’t intentionally staying away from you.  

You’d missed him so much, so without hesitation climbed into his lap, just wanting to be close to him, his body felt much the same as always, firm and warm, he smelled like home, it was comforting. 

Sitting and caressing his defined chest you watch as the percentage ticks up from 36 to 37, this was certainly taking a while.  

Vox of course didn’t respond to your touch, but it did slightly annoy you, you were used to him responding to every little touch and sound from you, as you mused you begin to wonder what else he would or wouldn’t respond to. 

With a devious smile and a kiss to his very warm bezel your hand caresses lower exploring your partners body, muscles twitching as he otherwise remains still, his skin soft under your fingertips, you feel a surge of triumph as the twitch means he can respond. 

38% his screen declares; you begin to slowly undo his belt after looking around. The door was closed, locked and most of his monitor room was powered down, waiting on the master to resume functionality, you categorise in your head to make sure you won’t be caught.  

The sound of the zipper sliding down his fly was deafening in the silent room as your greedy grin split your face, heat already pooling in your lower belly, body responding already recognising it’s desire. 

39%... Slotting your legs either side of his thighs on the chair to give you more room you pull him gently free of the confines of his trousers, his thick heavy cock warm but still very soft. 

40 %... Experimentally you rub the tip of your finger along the soft, familiar shaft... No reaction... Damn. 

41%... You lick your finger this time and place the wet digit on his spongy head, dragging it around teasing the most sensitive part of him, your eyes focused on your actions as you concentrate, your brain excitedly running through what more you could do to get his big cock hard for you. 

42%... Right there, you notice the slightest twitch. So not completely unresponsive in this area either, you think to yourself, not noticing how the upgrade seems to have sped up a little. 

43%... Palming his member feeling the soft warm flesh malleable in your hand, you lean forward to see if kissing his collarbones and neck would help in your plight. 

44%... You have to rest his head back against the chair, tilting his screen back to give you access to his skin as your hand never ceases kneading, trying to tease him into responsiveness... 

45%... You feel his pulse beneath your tongue, teeth and mouth then sucking a bruise right on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, you feel another twitch in response, making you smirk. 

46%... It’s not enough, you huff slightly frustrated, your own sex starting to throb needily in anticipation, slick beginning to ruin your underwear. 

47%... instead with shaking eager hands you reach up, reluctant to part from your hold on his cock for long you unbutton his shirt as fast as you can, tearing a few buttons off in the process, pushing it open sloppily before returning to teasing and rubbing his member, your tongue and mouth now stimulating his nipples, tasting his skin frantically, moaning as how good his body always feels for you, grinding on his thigh as your core pulses feeling so hollow without him. 

48%... Getting slightly frustrated as your efforts garnered nothing, you bite down, teeth sinking into his pec and to your satisfaction feel a bigger twitch in your hand than last time, he always loved it when you bite, you think smugly, but he still remains stubbornly limp to your frustration. 

49%... You sigh, kissing his chest from clavicle to each pectoral, peppering him with love and licks, just enjoying him for a moment before deciding... It’s time to pull out the big guns. 

50%... Without even bothering to get off his lap your hand finds its way under your own skirt, tearing away the wet flimsy lace so you can utilise your best chance. Hiking your skirt up and out the way, exposing yourself in a way that would usually have him blue screen at your brazenness. 

51%... Dripping, and swollen in need, your heat gets positioned right over his stubborn member. 

52%... Your arms wrapped around his neck to support yourself, hands gripping the back of the chair given his current state you know he can’t actually support you and you’d rather not risk it, as the screen would hurt if you lost your balance and dragged him tumbling down on top of you in the process. 

53%... As soon as your burning sopping need makes contact with his warm softness you moan, memories of past experiences with your talented man flitting through your mind making you ache more. 

54%... Your moan increasing in volume as you feel him harden slightly, rutting the semi hard member through your soaked folds, grinding your clit against his pelvis needily with a whine as it gives you some traction, his cock clearly recognising where it belongs too. 

55%... “Come on Vox...” You whine needily, cheeks flushed as you grind wantonly against him, cock sliding deliciously through your folds. 

56%... You feel a slight zap, your clit burning slightly, it makes you moan and twitch, your speed increasing, slick coating him even further as you hump him, but his cock remains at half-mast frustratingly. “Please.” You whimper. 

57%... You find it hard to stop, the feeling of his flesh on yours still so delicious, so instead of giving up on this venture you try one more thing. 

58%... Pulling you top off and flinging both it and your bra to the side you continue grinding against him like you were paid the most handsome sum, practically giving him a lap dance, desperate for him now. 

59%... In reality, your desire for Vox still burns as bright as the first time you’d ever met... Touched... Fucked... Your hips rolling as you moan at the stimulation on your clit as it gets a bit of a zap again from the electrical discharge, making it swell and throb with angry need. 

60%... “Fuck Vox please, I need you... Your Babydoll needs you... Fuck why are you so fucking sexy.” You plead, hoping he would just come to and fuck you, for a moment you swear you saw his hand twitch, but you blinked, and it was as unmoving as ever. 

61%... You moan as you continue rocking your hips whispering pleas against his screen as you kiss areas not busy with his update, not wanting to fuck anything up. 

62%... Your front pressed to his, trying to bring him to full hardness, trying to make his body react through muscle memory, your softness pressed against his hardness, your tits and nipples squashing against him, your body giving way to his just the way he likes.

 

63%... You try for several more minutes begging and praising him as you do, dragging your body against his, your cunt making such sloppy wet sounds as it coats his cock, if her were awake you’d be embarrassed for being so wanton. Rolling your hips and dragging your nipples up and down his chest as you kiss his shoulder, feeling yourself get more and more stimulated, but it’s not enough. 

64%... You try biting him again but no such luck, just another small twitch. 

65%... You get struck with another amazing but awful (in your mind) idea, but the thought of losing your stimulation from his body makes you want to ignore it, it is so difficult to tear yourself from him... But you manage. 

66%... You slide off his lap regretfully, groaning, tears pricking your eyes, you capture the waistband of his trousers as you descend, dragging them down with you so you can part his thighs, which your do, and even mostly flaccid it's still a glorious sight to gaze up at, his blue skin almost luminescent, and he looks utterly sinful all dishevelled with only an unbuttoned shirt to keep any semblance of modesty. 

67%... Licking your lips you take in his musky scent mixed with your arousal, taking in the sight of his half hard soaking wet member appreciatively as a bead or pre-cum glistens on the end... So, something is definitely working, you think gleefully. 

68%... Lapping at his tip making his cock practically jump, tasting both of your combined flavours with a moan you internally celebrate at the biggest reaction yet. You know you’re on the right track. 

69%... Your mouth eagerly envelops his cock, a full explosion of your essence and his salty musk floods your tongue, and you moan, the vibrations cause a pulse of him in your mouth, and you moan as you’re treated to another drop of his pre-cum, greedily devouring it. 

70%... You suck and lap eagerly at his further hardening length with glee, more confident and invested in your endeavour than ever. 

71%... You moan as his newer state of hardness allows him to slide slightly deeper inside your mouth. 

72%... Vox tastes so good your eyes close and you moan around his cock, vibrations running up his shaft as you suckle incessantly for a while, just enjoying the feel of him in your mouth. 

73%... He hardens incrementally more with your tongue lathing and lapping at him on every bob of your head taking him deeper, the lagging weight as he’s still not fully hard weighing heavily on your tongue, its actually quite an addictive feeling bringing him to hardness inside your mouth like this. 

74%... Your fingers wander between your thighs, unable to take any more or to resist as you start rubbing and teasing your swollen throbbing little clit. 

75%... Moaning again at the contact on your clit, making his cock twitch and pulse again in your mouth, treating you to more cum in reward for the provided vibrations. 

76%... Your fingers glide through your own dripping slit, teasing your entrance, suckling fiercely on his cock like a lifeline. 

77%... Working so hard to get him harder, he’s not quite there, you can tell by how he feels in your mouth despite his size already starting to make your jaw ache. 

78%... You finger your flooded hole needily whining at the lack of depth and girth, at the lack of Vox. 

79%... Knowing what you’re doing will bring you what you need, you double down sucking and licking him needily, probably harder than you’d dare if he were fully conscious, but you were starting to hurt you needed him so badly. 

80%... Your fingers matching the pace of your mouth trying to suck the life right back out of him as he uploads more and more of his update, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see the numbers decreasing with the power of your sucks. 

81%... You can’t wait to surprise him with your efforts, knowing how much he’d fucking love to wake up to this, and to hear of your work ethics to get him all ready for you. 

82%... He had once told you it was impossible to get a reaction from his body during these sort of moments, his upgrading time practically freezing his body with the effort of the information rushing through him. 

83%... With the amount suction from your mouth you’re surprised you’re not bruising him already, but you seem unable to stop yourself, or to be more careful of his precious ‘goods’. 

84%... Determined to prove him wrong, smirking as he gets ever harder for you, making you feel so smug, even as your fingers fly in and out of your clenching core. 

85%... Sucking, teasing and moaning you abandon your slit to rub your wet fingers against his balls, one last ditch effort to finish the job so you can get to the main seminar. 

86%... 87%... 88%... Tugging, sucking and moaning, your tits pushed tight between his calves... Working away at him, until finally... 

89%... Success! His throbbing and pulsing size matches exactly how you remember him always feeling in your mouth, jaw sore but you can’t keep the huge smile off your face. 

90%... Moaning in relief and arousal, you indulge yourself by sucking on him a little while longer, just tasting and feeling all the ridges of his cock and moaning as the drops of pre-cum gift you more frequently now. 

91%... Finally, you withdraw, letting his cock out of your mouth rubbing your jaw from the ache as it bobs slightly from the release angle and the throbbing it’s still entertaining you with. 

92%... Wasting no time (in case he goes back down), you re-take your position clumsily straddling his lap, skirt no more than a belt at this point. 

93%... Moaning as his finally rock hard, impressive member slips and slides perfectly through your slick, rubbing yourself down it as the burning need is soothed slightly from the friction. 

94%... Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan again, considering he’s not even awake the amount your moaned for him already would embarrass you too if he ever knew, his tip lining up with your entrance with ease from how utterly drenched you are, slipping into place and nearly impaling you fully, if you weren’t holding yourself high enough on strained shaking legs that is. 

95%... Groaning in bliss you sink slowly down on his ready throbbing deliciously filling cock. 

96%... Panting as he stretches you so wide your head buries against his chest as you take in his scent, letting the burn of your hole stretching for him be all that fills your senses. 

97%... Recovering enough, you raise your hips, feeling every inch of him sliding back out, torturously slowly. 

98%... You revel in the feeling of his cock spreading you open so wide, teeth buried in his right pec again, paying no mind to the heat from his screen above you nor what it says as you're careful not to hit your head. 

You go to slide back down his cock slowly and gasp as a pair of strong hands grip you hips suddenly and slam you down while rutting up forcefully within you making you cry out in ecstasy as your insides ache and rejoice from the rough treatment his cock driving through your channel and hitting the resistance at the end brutally, as hot breath fans across your neck and ear as his voice finally washes over you, as you whimper and spasm... 

“I hear my Babydoll needs a good fucking... And just couldn’t wait for me to be ready. Well you’re certainly going to enjoy this, right Little Love...? For your efforts...” He thrusts up hard again inside you, his grip on you forcing you up and down on his cock. He fucks up into you praising you as you cry out, he controls all of your movement, fucking you and making you fuck him in turn, forgetting the rest of your body as you cling to him helplessly, his strength already making your mind blank from pleasure. 

“You’re such a good needy little Doll for me... So desperate for my cock... such a needy good little Pet,” the praise rolling off his tongue making your cunt flutter around him already as you clench and nearly cum then and there. 

Panting and gritting his teeth at your sudden tightness he gives another harsh thrust, “Just... For... Me!” Vox bites your neck as you moan almost screaming, your body clenching around his cock with every harsh drag out, trying to keep him buried deep inside you hot wet channel, the wet slapping sound of every slow hard thrust from him as he whispers praise and curses in your ear. 

Vox makes every thrust strong slow and measured to keep you unable to do anything other than what he drives your body to do, and moan of course. 

“How fucking good you feel around my cock Doll, fuck yeah what a way to wake up, your tight little cunt working away at me desperate to cum because nothing else will do.” He growls as you mewl for him. “Fuck you love my cock so much don’t you Babydoll? You fucking love taking it deep in that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

The marks on his chest start increasing as his thrusting makes you bite him with every tantalising bruising thrust, every measured plunge designed to drive you senseless. 

Vox moans and makes his own noises of pleasure as his punishing bite in return causes you to grip his dick so tight he struggles to even make the next thrust. 

“Relax Doll, I’ve got you, your Vox is here.” He croons as you breathe and nod, eyes unfocused, looking up at him to see the same adoring lust filled look in his eyes that you can feel in your own, his smile making your heart skip a beat. 

He presses his lips to yours gently, his thrusting easing up on intensity a little as he deepens the kiss, just enjoying every part of you softly for a moment, his little jolting thrusts, your pulsing gripping hole, his hands gliding over your body, tweaking your nipples, your little whimpers in his mouth. 

His tongue tangled with yours as your nails continue biting into his skin deliciously, both of you just moaning together, you’re able to join in again, gaining just enough lucidity, you start rocking your hips again, his cock sliding back and forth inside you, grinding against every spot as you moan, his hands teasing your tits as your clit rubs on his pelvis deliciously, you starts fucking yourself on him harder, impaling yourself on his hard cock you can't stop moaning with every thrust he indulges you with. 

He breaks the kiss resting his fuzzy warm screen on you with less of a glitch than usual... The new liquid cooling system clearly doing its job. 

“Vox.” You Moan desperately, causing another slight glitch at the sound of your strained exquisite whine. 

Bathing in his blue light, keening and arching your back, you press your tits into his hands more firmly, your own hands coming behind you to grip his knees making you both moan as the angle reveals the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you with every roll of your hips and thrust of his. 

Your stomach bulges out slightly from the angle too and Vox rests one hand right over the top groaning as he feels himself inside you. You sob slightly as you can feel him on both sides of the partition, the intensity overwhelming as his pace increases incrementally, as your heat burns with such an intensity you fear you might black out, your whole-body trembling, so very turned on both of you can only make sounds of pleasure for a time. 

Wet flesh slapping wet flesh, gasps and moans, and hisses filling the air. 

Vox ramps up the tension once more, his thumb rubbing against your needy swollen clit like a balm and a fire all at once, especially when, with a cheeky grin he sends a little zap through his finger, making you cry out and suddenly get thrown over the edge violently. 

His arm winds around your back swiftly as you nearly slip from your precarious perch, your whole body convulses, cunt clenching rhythmically as he speeds up his thrusts, holding you close, fucking into you, the squirting spraying out of your cunt with every pulsation utterly drenching him below the waist and up his stomach, but he doesn’t cease his brutal thrusting, making a mess everywhere in the process. 

Vox presses your limp body against him, cradling you to his chest, arms wrapped around your back holding your body tight, his strong biceps bulging, his thrusts reach such a speed and intensity even in your boneless state all you can do is moan and take him, every thrust ruining you, bringing the heat right back to your core just as only he knows how. 

“Fuck yeah Babydoll, such a good little pet for me, so fucking perfect, as usual... Gonna make you cum one more time, you will won’t you? Just for me pet I know you want to, you’d do anything for my cock wouldn’t you? Even when I can’t give you anything back, that’s how badly My Doll wanted me. Come on love take it. Fuuucck you feel so good on my cock, I’d fucking live like this if you’d let me!” 

Vox babbles desperately into your hair as he fucks and fucks and fucks into you, growling in frustration trying to hold back his own release, he stands up his hips never faltering their pace, fucking up into you as you reflexively wrap your legs around his waist.

Vox uses a bolt of electricity that goes through both of your bodies making you both moan as your sex burns and throbs again, right back to the beginning again, desperately needing to cum, almost like you hadn’t already had such a mind-blowing orgasm, if it wasn’t for the sheer exhaustion and pleasure humming through your veins already that is. 

You find out why the sudden change of scenery as you’re pressed down onto the now reclined and vacant chair, and that does it, he uses his weight as the driving force behind his forceful thrusts now, jamming his cock inside you so forcefully you can’t breathe. 

You whine and moan, so loud his sound receptors ring, oh and such delicious sounds escaping you indeed, he can’t get enough as you twitch and pulse around him once more so rapidly too, his smug grin stretching his face as he observes your utter debauched state, taking his time to appreciate the sight of you so undone. 

“Yes Doll that’s right, do it for me, you know just how to respond to your Master now don’t you, be a good little slut and cum for me again so I can fill up your pretty, tight, perfect little cunt! You want my cock even when I’m not awake, will you can have it in abundance Doll, take it anytime anywhere, as long as you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.” 

He moans biting your collarbone this time when your back arches enough to give his bulky head access, rutting into you with abandon, he pinches your clit with another zap to drive your over the edge once more as you scream his name, your cunt pulsing and spasming. 

The ecstasy is so good... Too good, even as you feel more squirt surge and flood from your intense release and Vox bury his huge cock as deep inside you as possible, bottoming out, balls slapping your arse, you black out, the sight of his screen glitching burned into your retinas. 

Coming round to him still pulsing and gently thrusting inside you, feeling the last vestiges of him flooding inside you, you moan. 

“Ah you’re back” Vox says, looking incredibly smug, “think it was about time you had a turn at that.” 

You can’t help but laugh and it makes him moan, spasm and glitch as it makes you clench around his sensitive cock. 

“Uno reverse” you cackle a little out of it as you somehow manage to taunt yourself, his laughter joining in with yours at the silly joke. 

Pulling out of you for his own insanity while laughing along with you, kissing you soundly, his chuckling soon stops, pride and desire in his eyes as he looks at your flushed messy state, his seed dripping from your well used cunt. 

“Fuck Babydoll, I fucking love you.” Vox whispers against your lips, pressing his screen to your forehead, the warmth not as much as you were used to after a session. 

“I love you too Vox.” 

Peeling off his shirt and wrapping you in it, pulling up his trousers and buttoning them loosely, belt still hanging, he scoops you up in his strong arms, cradling you making you feel so safe and small, ready to take you to give you some well earned pampering, work can suck it for a day, he’d take tomorrow off. His queen has earned his time in spades. 

You both share another slow loving kiss, he uses the opportunity in your distraction to use his disorienting powers to zip you both through the electricity circuits, to his room, so you both don’t get seen in such a state. Giving you a chance to recover from the transport he knows you dislike, with a playful grin he drops you down on the soft bed, you huff a laugh again at his joyful antics, quickly getting over the travel. 

Vox’s mood is clearly very high right now, you shiver as the throbbing ache between your thighs and weakness on your legs reminds you why, you almost moan from the memory alone, you can’t believe he fucked you so good you passed out, you’ll have to be careful of that in the future now, considering he was usually the victim there you can foresee how much he’s going to enjoy making you do that again, and again. 

Vox gives you another soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheeks before he goes to run a bath for you both, returning with two glasses of champagne, you accept your glass with a word of gratitude and sip delicately as he downs his, eyeing you hungrily again, a shiver running up your spine at the predatory look in his eyes. 

“Haven’t you had enough?” You tease almost nervously. 

“Of you my delicate little Flower... Never... I could never get enough of you. Hell, now that I’ve had these upgrades I want to see if we can go all night, I want to test my limits!” Vox says making you shiver as his eyes go hooded and his voice deepens sensually. “And yours.” He growls, nipping at your ear as your whole body erupts in goosebumps. 

“But first...” Vox scoops you up, his voice lighter again, kissing you, he carries you to the bath, waiting for you to discard his shirt so he can place you gently in the warm water, as you sink into the bubbles they make you moan at the relief on your sore and pulled muscles and aching core, you see another flash of hunger on Vox’s face. 

You watch him greedily as he discards the small amount of clothing left on him as your eyes drink in his sexy body, finally getting a chance to appreciate the sight you’d never get tired of seeing. 

He slides into the bathtub behind you, he sits massaging your neck and you feel a twitch behind you, thumping into your back, you moan knowing exactly what it is. 

“Already?” You chuckle. 

“What can I say my pretty little Petal, you’re so fucking sexy.” Vox purrs, two claw tipped fingers tilting your face up to his as he devours your mouth once more, his tongue filling your mouth as you both give as good as you get. 

“Don’t worry Pet, I’ll be more gentle from now on, don’t want to break my Babydoll after all.” Vox smiles, peppering your face with kisses. 

“So, what do you say Love, ready for another round? Think you can handle all of this now?” Vox’s grin is so sharp, so deadly, so enticing, you almost moan just from the sight, his arrogance palpable, you can tell he’s still so absolutely pleased with himself for the state he put you in earlier. 

“How’s a girl to refuse?” You grin in return, trying to match his teasing. 

“Fuck Vox you’re so sexy too you know.” You throw his own words back at him making him kiss you again enthusiastically, his hips jerking up and you feel his cock rub up your spine. 

“I like this upgrade!” 

[grapefives]

REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

[wonryllis]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEIR CRUSH CALLS THEM BABY.

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.

( NOTES. ) enhypen as dumbstruck loverboys. fluff. fem!centered. lowercase intended. unedited. 981wc. from my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ LEE HEE-SEUNG. 이희승 you both went to spend time at the karaoke while the other members went to the arcade intentionally leaving you two alone knowing heeseung’s crush, at first you both sing a lot of pop and trot korean songs and later when you’re a bit tired, you put some slow romantic english song and while heeseung sits to listen as it’s your turn. you sing a lyric containing the word baby turning to look him in the eye the moment you say the petname, both of your cheeks burning hot and heart beating fast, eyes locked as the song plays in the background. “are you flustered baby?” he asks when you turn away in an avoiding manner, giggling and laughing at you shying away. when it’s his turn, he chooses a similar song and sings it while looking at you.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK JONG-SEONG. 박종성 jay is busy, playing on his nintendo switch with all his attention invested in there. you on the other hand are trying to find your phone which niki stole minutes ago, moving around the dorm looking for a peek of it from somewhere he could have stuffed it in. just as jay is done with a level, passing it with satisfiable scores, you spot your phone right next to him on the couch deliberately close to him so you won’t be able to see it. without realizing it slips from your mouth and jay is left stunned not being able to process your words,“baby can you please pass me my phone?” he silently gives you your phone while his mind keeps replaying your voice calling him baby and smiling and getting happy internally. remembers to you call you baby from next time.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ SIM JAE-YUN. 심재윤 the boys have practice for an upcoming award show, so even when it’s lunch time already they barely have time to go get some food and therefore you take up the job of asking each one what they want to eat and get it from the hybe cafeteria for them. when it’s his turn it unintentionally slips from your lips,“baby what do you want?” he freezes the moment he hears you, and you purse your lips as he turns to look at you like ‘what did you just call me?’ with happy hearts in his eyes almost smiling. he thinks he hallucinated you calling him baby because of his massive crush on you but he swears you actually said it but then he needs to make sure it was real, “I’ll have anything you get for me…baby?”,and the look you give assures him it was.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK SUNG-HOON. 이희승 you, him and jay are out spending your free time on the streets of hongdae, window shopping and shopping. at one point jay goes his own way, leaving you and sunghoon in another shop trying on a number of hats to find one which satisfies sunghoon enough to buy it. unfortunately it that shop you’re unable to decide on one and end up leaving walking ahead looking through the shops to see if any other has good ones. it is then when you spot a black one which exactly like the imaginary one sunghoon had described, in excitement you beam,“look baby!” dragging him in and putting it on,“this one’s perfect!” you don’t realize it but he does, mumbling under his breath,“baby..- baby?” grinning and thinking about it for the rest of his life day.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ KIM SUN-WOO. 김선우 sunoo and you are at the candy store, picking out sweets, candies amd jellies for the rest of the members back at the dorm and for yourselves. you’re trying every single sample available and reading at the back of the packets and bottles how it’s supposed to taste like to choose one you would love. it’s like your own hansel and gretel candy house adventure. and once you find one whose taste absolutely tingles your taste buds you can’t help but call out to the boy in all excitement, “sunoo, baby this one tastes so good! you should try it, here!” rushing to him and shoving a piece into his mouth. definitely he realizes what you just called him, it makes him giddy and with every bite he’s thinking baby baby baby, now he’s never gonna get over you.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ YANG JUNG-WON. 양정원 today half of the boys are gone for a schedule while three of them including your secret crush jungwon, are having a day off at the dorm and also being victims to your baking trials which might or might not be edible at times but that depends on your mood. fortunately you’re feeling a rush of happy adrenaline almost done with some macarons. when you’re watching the three have it later, especially jungwon you ask without a filter, “do you like it baby?” to which jungwon first replies without a thought, “yes baby i do!” only realizing what he said when the other two snap their heads towards you both in a what and what twice for each ‘baby’ making jungwon look at them and you back and forth, “did you just call me baby?” “did I? oops.”

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ NISHIMURA RI-KI. 西村力 “you’re supposed to do it like this!” niki shows the move on his character trying to make you understand how mariokart works as you three play late night. you try copying and successfully move past him after sometime now aiming to cross heeseung. towards the end you’re in the lead while heeseung and niki are just behind in a tie and that’s when niki uses a bullet on you and you’re off the victory shouting at the scene, “baby no! what did you do!” at that he’s leaving the game in a shock, “baby?! you called me baby?!” while heeseung is crossing the finish line as first. “you lost!” you try to distract him embarrassed, “I don’t care-” heeseung cuts him off, “you just called him baby yk?” and niki’s hyper, “yes yes yes! what?” and confused.

TAGLIST ( open. )

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 10: Spanking

Jung Wooyoung x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Spanking DUH, possessive Wooyoung, bratty reader, brat taming? you two are friends, reader is an Ateez member, I think that's it.

TW: The reader is described as having a pretty fat ass, if you're insecure about your flat butt like I am, then maybe this story isn't for you. Some content maybe be difficult for bubble butt sensitive viewers.

Word Count: 1,064

You and Wooyoung are really good friends, closer than most other members in the group, and he secretly had a bit of a crush on you. You had a big one on him too, secretly teasing him by bending over or touching him a little too long. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you loved every moment of his flushed or sometimes even frustrated expression whenever you teased him.

Currently, you two are in dance practice with the rest of the members, practicing for the upcoming concert tour. As the lineup goes for this dance, you are practically right in front of Wooyoung for the song the whole time, so you had quite the idea. A terrible, horrible, very bad, brilliant idea.

Your shorts are always incredibly short, the target of many complaints from Wooyoung since it messes up his dancing, almost always giving him a hard on. So, with this particular number, you decided to turn the slut notch up to 11, bending over, sticking your ass out, and arching your back as much as you possibly can.

Wooyoung grows more and more sexually frustrated as the practice session goes on, the bulge in his pants becoming harder and harder to hide from his fellow members, and it's all your fault.

It's so fucking hard for him to see your plump ass and not just squeeze it, run his face through it, fuck it, dear god anything. He wants to grope it so bad but that would make the friendship a little awkward, just a little bit.

But FUCK, seeing that wonderful bubble butt jiggle in front of him during every practice and not being able to do anything with it is complete torture, and he knows damn well that you're doing this shit intentionally, you fucking bitch.

Once practice FINALLY ends, you walk over to Hongjoong, who gives you a light spank on the ass.

"Good job today Y/n, though your dancing was a little too..." He pauses, trying to find the right way to put it. "Too sexy."

"Thank you!" You expressed graciously, not exactly taking his backhanded advice like he wanted.

"Don't you think it's a bit... much." He said kindly, trying to phrase it in the best way he can. Suddenly, Wooyoung walks over to interrupt the conversation.

"Far too much, it's really difficult to dance with his ass in my face." He confessed angrily to Hongjoong, raising his voice a little due to the sexual frustration you're giving him.

Then, Mingi walks over and gives you a light spank on the ass, making it slightly jiggle.

"Good job today." He told you with a gentle smile, but that light spank was Wooyoung's thirteenth reason, so he's about to do something about your slutty attitude.

Without another word, Wooyoung grips your arm and takes you away from everyone else, dragging you to who knows where, gripping tightly enough to leave a bruise. He walks quickly as you stumble behind him, trying to hold back the massive smirk your face desperately wants to make. He soon reaches his intended destination, the recording studio, where no one can hear how loud you scream. In a sex way not a murder way.

He quickly sits down and throws you on to his lap, taking your shorts and underwear off and throwing them to the other side of the room, you won't need them for a while. He does all of this within a blink of an eye, both disorienting and turning you on.

"You're fucking leaking, I bet you just loved showing me this perfect ass! Flaunting it in my face, fucking tease!" He nearly yelled at you, gripping your cheeks tightly, almost hard enough to bruise, finally being able to get his hands on the one thing he's wanted for months now. His tight grip makes you both whimper in pain but also shriek in ecstasy, the duality of men. His grip on your plump cheeks only tightens, making your shrieks only louder.

"No one's going to help you, fucking slut! I have you all to myself." He started loudly. Wooyoung finally spanks your bubble butt, watching as the plump flesh jiggles from his hard slap. "Fucking finally, that's so fucking hot."

But one slap isn't near enough for him, not after all you've put him through, so he goes to mother fucking town. He slaps your ass HARD, over and over again until both of your poor cheeks are a bright shade of red. He spanks one, then the other, waiting to watch them jiggle and once that stops, he does it all over again.

"Sorry okay! That really hurts!" You whined, but secretly you adored how mad you've made him with your constant teasing, loving the way his hand felt as it smacked your now hot burning flesh.

"You like this don't you? You like how I'm punishing you for weeks of being a total slut!" He yelled angrily, delivering a particularly harsh slap, making you screech in pain and pleasure.

You respond to him with a simple yet effective cheeky shrug, this REALLY pisses Wooyoung off, which you can tell from how he gives your cheek the harshest slap yet, causing the loudest pitch you've reached in your entire life; Hongjoong would be proud of such a note. At this point, neither of you can tell what's louder, his spanks or your moans.

Wooyoung then goes back to continuously spanking you, slapping your cheeks over and over at an excruciating pace, projecting weeks of sexual frustration into your poor ass, making it terribly sore. It hurts like a fucking bitch, but you kind of love it. Your shrieks of pain turn into pitchy moans of pleasure at the sensation of his hand slapping your ass with such force and ferocity.

Once Wooyoung has let out all his sexual frustrations on your perfect ass, he gently rubs the tender and sensitive flesh, gently kissing your cheeks, a complete contrast to his previous aggressive behavior.

"Now you know what will happen if you pull that shit again." He warned, giving you ass one more hard slap, making you shriek in the recording room.

"Good to know, now I know what to do if I ever want to get spanked or..." You let on, giving him a wink, which earns you a final harsh slap on your ass.

THE END

[plaidos]

For the record I think some of the queens that have been in dropout were transfem? This isn't intended as an actual defense or anything (if anything it's worse to me, since if nothing else they could've like, reached out to some of those women again and had them on not as their drag personas, if they actuslly wanted transfems on instead of going "Haha drag is funny"), but i don't think they're like, intentionally avoiding the overlap there. Although I do think it's likely they consider even cis male queens "close enough", that sounds about right!

it’s awesome if they had nonbinary/transfem queens on, i really hope that’s the case but yeah you’re totally right — it’s still pretty stark if the majority of your content featuring transfems is drag queens but you get like recurring nonbinary cast members who were cafab all the time; i feel like the majority of dropout clips i see have a cis queer or a transmasc/TME nonbinary person but…. i think i’ve only seen Persephone Valentine in like one! i know she’s in more stuff than that but it’s like…… i hate how interchangeable with drag they see us?

[weepingwillowwonder]

#6.9 Hazbin Hotel "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

Lucifer X Reader [Part 4/4]

CW: Brat taming, Finger sucking, Penetration, Groping, Praise kink, A bit of hard dom!Luci, Hair pulling, Sub/Dom, Dirty talk, Fingering, Luci gets a little feral, Soft!Luci, Aftercare

[NSFW Minors DNI!!🔞]

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“It’s not clear whether or not he knew you were bluffing, but the way he confidently strides over to you has you thinking you should have just done as you were told. Finding its way back into your hair, his hand tugs you on your hands and knees to the floor and drags you over to the bed, forcing you to crawl alongside him. While he does give you time to adjust yourself, he completely ignores your cries. “Ahh, I see what’s happening here. All you need is a firm hand to guide you, right? Since you can’t seem to follow directions on your own.” Even as you reach the bed, he continues to tightly hold onto you. Something about the way he looks down at you with disappointment has you immediately apologizing.

“Lucifer, ‘m sorry! I’ll listen, I promise!” You whine, looking up at him as he looms above you. He loosens his grip in your hair and gently strokes the top of your head, softening his tone as he speaks to you. “Oh yeah? Show me that you mean it then…”

_

The feeling of anxiety comes and goes when he gives you a chance to redeem yourself.  Looking up to him for silent approval, your hands inch upwards, hesitating as they reach the tops of his thighs. Lucifer offers you a small nod and continues caressing the top of your head as he carefully watches you from above. 

Your eyes flicker between his face and his belt for a moment before you slowly undo the buckle, mindful of the bulge staining against the fabric. The heat of his gaze bores into you when you slowly drag down the zipper of his trousers, intentionally taking your time so that he’s able to feel every single one of your actions. A quiet act of defiance that, to your surprise, grants you no initial reaction. You bite your lip in disappointment, but continue onwards.

Your fingers brush against the skin of his sides as you slide his pants downward to let them pool at his feet. Finding their place at his hips again, you fiddle with the elastic band of his boxers before leaning in to press your lips against his clothed member. 

He openly takes in a sharp breath and moves himself closer in an attempt to grind against your lips, but you lean back to pull away. Before he can protest, you’re teasingly dragging his boxers down his legs, maintaining eye contact with him as you do so. His breathing picks up slightly when your lips find him again, this time making direct contact.

Lucifer’s groans of pleasure fill the room as your tongue thoroughly explores his length. You can’t help the moan that leaves you in hearing his sounds of satisfaction. The hand in your hair suddenly tightens its hold when he finds your teasing to be too much. 

“Enough of that…” Lucifer murmurs, his grip tilting your head upward towards him. With his free hand, he lines himself up to drag the tip of his cock along your lips, smirking when your mouth immediately opens up for him. He indulges you by rolling his hips forward to let you take him inch by inch, his gaze never leaving yours. You force yourself to relax as he nestles himself in the back of your throat while offering you gentle praises.

“Ohhh sweetheart…” He sounds breathless as he lets go of himself and brings that hand to your cheek. “H-hah, you can take it, can’t you?” He asks before beginning to pump himself into your mouth. “Yeahhh…fuck yeah you can…” 

Your eyes flutter, a warm fuzziness filling your chest as he coos pleasantly at your actions. Your fingers start to drift between your legs, but hesitate when you recall what happened earlier. 

“Being so good for me, lovely.” He breathes out immediately when he sees

your fists ball up to rest on your thighs instead.

The sudden ringing of a phone chime breaks you both from your trance and he yanks his cock from your mouth, quickly apologizing as he fumbles to find the source. You gasp at the sudden motion, unable to stop the saliva that trails messily from your lips. 

Finally pulling his phone from his shirt pocket, Lucifer clears his throat before answering.

“Heeey Char Char!” He greets, who you immediately realize is his daughter, on the phone. For a moment he takes in the view of you at his feet before biting his lower lip. You maintain his gaze as you reach a hand to wrap around his length. However, right as you can make contact, he quickly tucks his phone between his ear and snaps his fingers.

When you try to reach for him again, you find yourself tugging at your wrists in confusion. He’s bound them behind your back.

“Uh huh, y-yeah, yeah!” He follows along with the conversation, a small smirk coming across his lips when he notices you openly glaring at him.

Lucifer brings his free hand between his legs and slowly begins pumping himself right in front of face. He taunts you with it, making a show of pleasuring himself only because he knows you'd rather be doing it yourself in that moment.  

Your scowl only deepens in irritation as your mouth practically waters at the sight. 

He lets out small grunts and hums of approval as the phone call drones on, his eyes fluttering as he loses himself, clearly no longer engaged in the conversation. You watch carefully as his strokes speed up and his hips begin to buck in his hold, jolting unknowingly closer to your face. 

On a particularly hard thrust though, your tongue falls from your mouth and stretches as far as it will go to lick the underside of his cock. 

Lucifer’s eyes shoot back to you and his face scrunches up in a strained expression as you somehow manage, for a moment, to suck the tip of his cock in your mouth. He immediately yanks you away by your hair with his teeth bared, eyes blazing at the small moan that escapes you. Despite your tongue still sticking out your mouth and your mouth open wide, a teasing smile is clearly evident on your face. 

“Charlie, dear. Let me give you a call back in a little bit. Daddy has to take care of something really important.” He quickly hangs up the phone and throws it somewhere on the bed before regarding you.

Your smile falters at the implication, and when you realize how fast the phone call ends from there, your thighs press together in anticipation. Lucifer lets out a laugh at your reaction.

“You just love to be naughty, don’t you? Being a little tease…That’s okay though,” He bends down to your level. “We’ll take care of that right now.” He mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply. Finally letting go of your hair, he helps you to your feet and holds onto you as your legs wobble to catch their balance. 

When your lips part, you hear the snapping of his fingers and suddenly feel a chill come across your body. Briefly glancing down, you find your clothes now missing and catch his hand sliding up along your body as he locks onto your lips again. 

His hands skillfully explore your body, making you moan against his mouth as he guides you to the bed, forcing you face first into the comforter. You wiggle slightly to make yourself as comfortable as you can with your hands still tied behind your back and your ass on display.

“Here’s what's going to happen…” You feel his fingers lightly draw patterns against your ass as he speaks. Squeezing your legs together to find some sort of friction to soothe your arching core, he surprises you by yanking them apart. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you then feel something cold and slippery lightly brush against you.

 “I’m going to prepare this needy little hole,” He says lowly as he takes his time working a finger inside of you. “I’m going to have you, exactly how I want to have you...” 

Lucifer takes his time stretching you out and it takes every inch of you not to impatiently fuck yourself back against his fingers. He drags his single digit out to press another alongside it and a deep groan leaves you when he pushes back in. 

“P-please, Luci I’ve been waiting so long…” You whimper as his pace stays achingly slow, unchanged since he’s started. He stays quiet as you beg, continuing to add more fingers. He ignores you when you request for him to move faster, to give you more, to give you anything at this point. “I want to be good for you Luci, please! I wan-,”

After some time listening to your babbling, he shushes you softly as he pulls away completely from you. A bit more lube is applied to your entrance, making you gasp his name sharply at the cold substance. You feel the tip of his cock grinding against your ass, slipping between the slick building along your ass.

Lucifer once again ignores your pleas, holding your hips still when you try to move back against him. When he’s ready, he lines the tip up against your hole and presses just slightly enough for you to feel the pressure of him. That alone has your eyes rolling back into your head, far too overstimulated to wait any longer to deal with his teasing. His chest presses against your back as he wraps his hand around your throat to pull you up to practically sit in his lap.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He says huskily in your ear, pressing himself further into you. “You’re going to take it and you’re not going to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” 

It takes you a moment to process his words.

“Please Lucifer, I want -, You can’t…!” Your words were cut short and instead of continuing your sentence, your mouth was already hanging open at the pressure of him bullying his cock inside you.

“Relaaax...” He sighs in your ear when he feels you tighten around his cock, his hand gripping into the softness your hips to keep you steady. “Breath for me, yeah?”

You try to listen to his words, each breath coming out more like gasps as you try to accommodate more and more of him. You feel him placing soft kisses along your shoulder and back as he bottoms out. 

Lucifer gives you a moment to adjust.

“How’s that?” He mutters in your ear, not quite pulling out but swirling his hips slowly inside of you. Despite still getting used to him, your core throbs in need with each of his movements.

When you don’t answer, he prompts you again. “Talk to me baby, tell me how you feel...”

“Good, so good Luci…Please…” You moan out, words coming out in slurs as you arch against him. Your hands, still bound behind your back, flex as you try to ground yourself. Lucifer hums in response as he lets go of you suddenly and you flop back down onto the bed, unable to catch yourself. He lets you catch your bearings and slowly pulls himself out of you.

“You're not to cum without permission.” He reminds you once again before roughly pushing himself back inside of you.

Crying out, your own hips search for more friction against him and he starts at a brutal pace. Every buck of his hips on yours fills the room with consistent slapping sounds, each accompanied by the pleasured noises that are forced from you. 

Unable to hold yourself up, your cheek presses into the comforter beneath you as your body is jolted with each thrust. The subtle rubbing of your untouched nipples on the fabric heightens your pleasure, as does the sudden hand that wraps around your midsection to stroke you leaking sex. 

You feel the pressure of his chest against your back as he touches you, the sensitivity of it all quickly forcing you towards your orgasm. When your body tightens around Lucifer, you start to panic, for once trying to obey his orders.

“L-Lu..! Luci, ‘m gonna cum!” You cry out, but he doesn’t answer. The hand gripping your hip only tightens against you as a response. “I can’t stop it, I can’t-, Luci please, I’ll behave, promise! Please just let me-,” You babble on, trembling underneath him as you try so hard not to push over the edge.

He still doesn’t respond to you, but continues working your body to fall apart for him, still fucking into you at a rough pace. The body against your back leaves as Lucifer sits up and suddenly he pulls himself out of your hole. A sharp gasp leaves you once again as you’re quickly flipped around to face him.

You barely catch his expression, face flushed but focused, before he drags you to the edge of the bed by your hips and enters you again in one smooth motion. He lets out a low growl, his sharp teeth bared to you when you try to sit yourself up, a hand coming to your shoulder to push you back down. He brings your legs to rest on his shoulders and leans down close to your face. One of his hands grips your thigh and the other comes to rest next to your head to prop himself up.

For a moment, you catch a glimpse of the powerful side of Lucifer as he looks down at you snarling while practically folding you in half. 

“Please…” You whisper softly as your eyes go wide at his tense expression. His gaze soften when he sees the brief look of fear on your face and he leans down to kiss you on the forehead. 

“Mmm, you have manners now?” He asks teasingly. A hand sneaks back between your legs and his thrusts slow to focus right on the sweet spot that has your heels digging into his back.

“Asking me so nicely, but that's only to get what you want, not because you actually want to behave…Isn’t that right?” The speed of his hips start to pick back up, hard and fast on that special spot, bringing you quickly back to the edge. 

“You’re lucky I’m so generous…lucky you sound so adorable crying for me like that. Go on, let's see it then. Cum for me.” His lips find yours and the fingers between your legs speed up along your sensitive sex.

At his command, you can't help but obey. 

Your body pinned beneath him, seizes up and presses as close to him as you can. The sloppy sound of Lucifer fucking you only grows louder when your release covers you both. 

“That's it...” Lucifer murmurs between kisses. He stays close to you as your orgasm rushes through you, groaning himself as your body grows impossibly tight around him.

The hand between your legs raises to your lips and he slides them inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself. Your lips close around the digits and you groan softly.

He briefly pumps his fingers in your mouth, before removing them so he can lean down to get a taste for himself. The kiss is messy and mostly consists of his tongue pressing into yours, sucking on it as he swallows your moans. 

“Fuuuuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. Could just eat you up…” He grunts as his hips pick up speed, rutting into you as he works his way to his own orgasm. He lifts himself slightly and when he looks between you to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your hole, you take a look too.

Your head flops back down against the mattress and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of him overworking your sensitive body for his own pleasure. It doesn’t take much longer before he lets you know his orgasm is near.

“I’m so close, baby, gonna give it to you…” His moans reach a higher pitch and his head throws back as he chases his high. A sly smile comes across your face as you watch his eyebrows furrow together in concentration. "Yes, yes, that's it...almost there...!

“Are you gonna come for me?” You suddenly purr sickly sweet. Biting your lip, you pause to see his reaction. His head drops back down to look at you with his lips parted slightly. 

“Wha-,” He starts, still fucking into you, but you cut him off.

“Want you to fill me up so so bad, want you to give it to me…I’ve been good haven’t I?” Your tongue sticks out playfully as his hips stutter. You know it's only a matter of time. “Aren't you a good boy...” You giggle softly. A gasp leaves both when he suddenly starts coming inside of you. 

“F-fuck!” He curses and pulls out of you to milk himself through his orgasm. “You little…” You bite your lips as he finishes, watching his movements slow. He lets go of himself and sits back on his heels, you both look at each other in silence with your chests heaving to catch your breaths. “Goodness…” Lucifer comments after a moment, running a hand through his messy hair before moving off the bed.

“Oh, let me...uh, hold on.” He motions with his index finger and turns around. You watch him walk into what you assume is a bathroom, unashamedly staring at his ass until he’s out of sight. You hear the sound of running water and shuffling around before he promptly returns.

“Oh shoot!” His eyes widen for a moment when he gets back to the bed and he quickly snaps his fingers, releasing your wrists from their bindings. You hiss for a moment in discomfort as he helps you pull them from behind your back.

“Are you alright? Was I too rough…?” His hand quickly envelops yours and rubs them gently to help release the kinks.

“No, no…It's fine, I'm fine.” You offer him a shy smile and he returns it, helping you to sit up. With another snap of his fingers, he materializes a bottle of water, offering it to you. “I’m okay, thank you though.” 

“For later then.” You nod as he sits on the bedside table instead. “Would you like to shower…with me?" Lucifer's eyes don't meet your when he asks and rambles on, clearly unsure how to go about the situation. "Only if you want to, of course. You’re welcome to use my shower alone or if you’d prefer to go back to your room, that’s totally under-,” Your smile widens before you cut him off.

“Luci, I’d love to shower with you. Although I’m not too sure if I can walk right now, after ya know…” He looks at you initially in surprise, then a charming smirk makes its way across his face. 

“Heh, well, no worries about that. Here,”  He offers you a hand, which you gratefully take. He helps you to the edge of the bed and places gentle hands along your back and underneath your thighs before effortlessly lifting you up. As he takes you in the direction of the bathroom, you rest your head on his shoulder and he silently kisses your forehead in response, making your cheeks grow warm.

“Mmm, don’t think I’ve forgotten about that little stunt you pulled…” He murmurs suddenly as he sets you on your feet against the counter. You hold on to the edge to keep your balance and you look at him in question. He opens the door of the shower and again grabs your hand to guide you inside.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” He mocks your earlier words playfully, with a grin on his face. Immediately you start giggling. “Hahaha, sure it's funny now, but next time…” He purrs, pulling you flush against his chest as the water runs down you both. “...next time, I’ll make you pay for that..” He kisses the side of your neck.

“Next time?” You ask hopefully with a gasp, tilting your head to give him more room.

“Mm, yes. Next time.”