#fast outlines help me a lot

[anantaru]

DAY 9 — THREESOME

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — neuvillette & wriothesley (together)

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, threesome, tit sucking, lots of teasing, i think their dynamic works so well for this, they're a little jealous and want you to themselves, some bickering from wriothesley's side but neuvillette really doesn't give a damn

taking on a lustful shape over your spread out body, wriothesley watches you eagerly when you wince out the first time neuvillette outlines your walls with his large cock, a breathless and flirtatious snicker resounding like deep, impactful strikes from the duke's throat— he cannot fathom that this was happening right now, and neither could you, but here you were being pleasured by two strong, threatening men touching your skin and awakening an emotion like fiery steel on your flesh and spirit.

"you do realize, dear iudex." wriothesley suddenly speaks out, a masculine voice entering your system as he stops in midst his slurred sentencing, secretly wanting to be the one who's rushing his shaft into you instead because— you can feel it then, immediately notice that the man fully needed you on his own, carnally, couldn't help himself but desire you, lasciviously.

"—that there should always be enough preparation before doing that." he doesn't even look at the man while overflowing with cocky attitude, instead leaning his head to your chest while you desperately gripped and tightened your legs around neuvillette's waist to somehow manage to take his blows the right way, but you're almost holding him hostage this way, fuck and it only serves to make him dizzy.

following your doings, a ravaging whine ripples through your body as the piercing thrusts on your dripping core never stop as neuvillette rides out everything with his swelling erection, barely being able to restrain himself until he was allowed to stick up your pussy with copious amounts of white ropes of creamy cum splattering all over your walls— and of course, his thrusts are slow, precise, the dragging of a thick shaft touching your silken insides for what felt like a sweet, blissful eternity.

neuvillette hums back at the duke, the noise forming an absent response on its own before he decides to follow up the silence departing from his throat, "you do not need to lecture me about this." he drawls back before immediately turning his attention back to you, controlling the buck of his hips but adding enough strength that your ass jiggles from the contact, "but i do appreciate it." and still, considerably he pulls out his cock, yet despite leaving the tip in, the fat head separating your slit effortlessly that it felt like he never really pulled all those inches out of you in the first place.

"just making sure, y'know." wriothesley notices a little film of annoyance on neuvillette's facial expression and mentally applauds himself, a slow, cocky grin touching up his lips— whilst sloppy kisses were now located on your chest as he mouths wet spots on your exposed breasts.

you cannot help yourself and have to shoot your eyes down at him to see for yourself, simply feeling him suckle on your mounds wasn't enough anymore— and it's comfortable, soul crushing when his dark hair tickles your wet cheeks as he continues with his lovely intrigues, serving you dutifully to make you tremble underneath his large body menacing on top, placing soused, warm kisses on your breasts before targeting your nipples next, using your tit as he pleases with his tongue rolling out expertly, dragging the flat of his wet muscle around your sensitivity before noticing a shudder on your chest.

his pink muscle was never faltering, not once, because he likes that you're unraveling way too fast, which, granted, wasn't a surprise to the duke because bare in mind, he knows what you need— specifically how you wanted your tits to be played with before he was grabbing the flesh of your mounds and putting one in his sweltering mouth, every lick and suck biting your core and rising the temperature on your sex.

at the present time, the persistent pleasure both of them fucked into you reaches your entire frame— for once, on your chest chasing the friction of wriothesley's rough tongue licking over the warmth, weighty tears magnifying around your eyes as your blurred psyche loses all rational thinking skills while your pussy was suddenly being spread apart again.

in the blink of an eye, neuvillette lands a harsh smack on your aching sex, following the sticky trail of his shaft being imbedded by your translucent arousal and throbbing between the slickness of your walls constricting around him all too well, and your moans— like a honeyed melody out of a perfect symphony, pillowing a scarlet red on his bristling cheeks.

the iudex doesn't need anyone to tell him how it's done— because behind wriothesley's back, there have been plenty encounters before where it had been just the two of you, encircled around each other, deep sighs entering the room as he rounds his heavy arms on your body, murmuring sweet nothing into your ears, his voice lowered and allied with gravel alike, rasping at a clear spot on your brain that was in control of your lascivious drive when you welcome his smoldering touch so helplessly it's almost embarrassing in hindsight.

while now, he sadly cannot have it the way he'd ultimately prefer it to be but that doesn't mean he wasn't enjoying the mess evolving in front of his ocean eyes picking up each of your shivers, storing them into the back of his brain so he could visualize it whenever he might require it.

what neuvillette wouldn't admit to anybody was that he does like seeing you being played with while it's him who has you entered, who has his cock locked deep inside your sweet, dripping cunt. besides, wriothesley does a good job, he has to admit, how you're whining and begging to feel release, or bliss— clenching your arms around the duke's head while he was lapping his tongue around your breast feverently, one hand sneakily finding the other to touch the hot skin while drool fills his mouth at your lewd noises, selfishly sucking more.

it's not all too bad, right? because neuvillette likes what he sees, and at least he can watch at your adorable face changing expressions and listen to your velvety moans rush across the humid embrace of the room, bumbling off the walls and vibrating around his large cock rocking forward, letting his girth roll itself against your wet warmth that he fucks his way into your little entrance with enough motivation that will keep him satiated for days— and at last, he needs to relish in it again, meaning the sounds, those final tunes of you, or the ones of raw skin on skin rippling around you, ultimately making him go faster and faster, better and finer the louder they would get.

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[s-i-ll-y-w-i-ll-y]

Stalking

Hannigram x teen!reader

Summary: On their walk home, Y/N decides to help a cute couple with directions to a nearby hotel. However, this act of kindness is proof that what goes around does not come back around.

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The bus screeched to a halt on an empty back road less than a mile away from your house. Your shift was finally done and you could relax until the cycle repeated tomorrow. A meek ‘thank you’ slipped from your mouth as you walked off the bus, a small smile on your lips as you turned your music up.

Gently bopping your head to the tune, you made your way across the road, lifting a hand to silently thank the car that had stopped to let you cross. The clouds slowly drifted across the navy sky, small specks of light tucked themselves behind the clouds then peeked back out as the obstructions moved along. The moon shone down and illuminated the wide road and dusty trail you stood on, the outlines of trees cast onto the ground below you.

God, it was beautiful.

Despite how eerie it was, it was beautiful.

The road seemed calm tonight, usually it was busy because it was a way to get to the city you just came from. Not tonight.

Thank god.

As you continued to walk down the path, cars whizzing past you at a million miles per hour, you couldn’t help but feel a small creeping sensation that something was wrong.

Something was going to be wrong.

But, for some strange reason, you ignored it. Why you ignored, you had no idea why you did, but you did.

You kicked up dirt as you walked, loving the way it looked on the ground, dancing in the gentle breeze. That gut feeling plagued you, growing more and more until-

“Hi, excuse me?”

A soft voice made you peel off your headphones, letting them fall to your neck, and look over to the road. You planted your feet and settled your eyes on the man who was still rolling down his car window.

You stepped slightly closer and put your hands in your pockets. “Can I help you, sir?”

The man was thin and pale, his features hardly in the poor light of the car. The man wore a flannel shirt and dark jeans, a brown belt holding them up. He had brown, curly hair that draped over his forehead, he had a button nose and slightly stubble. The man cleared his throat and gave a small smile, “Me and my husband were wondering if you could give us directions to hotel…hotel…Hannibal, what was the hotels name again?” The man turned to the man sat beside him.

“Cecilia. Hotel Cecilia.” The man’s husband, Hannibal, gave a thin lipped smile as he spoke to his partner. His husband looked older than him, not by a lot but enough to see the difference. He had mostly grey hair with spots of brown sprinkled about, his eyes were a hazel colour, his nose arched up in the middle but it suited him. He wore a clearly rich and tailored suit; red with a black pattern stitched into it, a black shirt and a red tie.

You listened as the man thanked his husband and turned back to you. Thinking as fast as you could, you tried to remember the way there. Then it clicked. A gentle grin slipped onto your lips as you spoke, watching the man in the drivers seat take a mental note of everything you had said. As you stopped, you looked back at the road, the headlights were the only thing stopping the inky blackness from enveloping the car and you. It was going to be such a trek and your parents wanted you home by ten.

“Thank you so so much.” The man said, “We would’ve used our phones but they’ve both gone and died, thanks to our luck.”

You chuckled along with the man’s slight attempt at a joke. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.”

A few thoughts ran through the man’s mind before he stopped thinking and said the first thing we could think of:

“Do you want a ride?”

That feeling crept up your spine, making you feel queasy. As nice as it was for him to ask it was still odd. You didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. “It’s fine, my house isn’t too far-“

“We insist. We would be lost without you.” The husband chimed in. “And, it is getting late, your parents would want you home, wouldn’t they?”

That feeling in your stomach reached the back of your throat, urging you to turn and run. For once, you decided to trust your gut feeling-

“Thank you but I’m alright.” Politely, you stepped away from the car and turned to keep walking. The men shared a look then looked back at you as you began to walk away.

You heard the engine stall before starting, then they took off down the road and that was the last you saw of them.

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Around twenty minutes later, your trail lead you in front of a gas station. The neon lights from each sign shone onto the bleak road, painting it in hues of orange, green and white. The pale light reflected off of car windows and side view mirrors, hitting your eyes sharply.

You hadn’t drank anything in a while, plus you would have to wait an extra ten minutes to heat up your dinner when you got back home so what’s the big deal with a quick snack stop?Glancing away, you tried to check for oncoming cars and, luckily, there was nothing. Then you crossed the gravel, eventually reaching entrance to the gas station.

A satisfying ding announced your arrival to the pimply clerk behind the counter who gave you a less than enthusiastic look. Ignoring him, you browsed the aisles, trying to find anything that would be easy to eat and drink on the go. You swore to yourself; no sandwiches, no fiddly wrappers or bottle caps, just easy to open things.

Needing to keep yourself awake, you bought yourself an energy drink then you made your way over to the snack aisle which stood in front of the main entrance. As you scanned over your options, the bright, white headlights outside blinded you. Although it was a minor inconvenience, you scowled at the car, still unable to see who was driving, and internally swore at them for their accidental action.

After finally deciding on a snack, you walked over to the counter and placed your things down. You slipped your headphones down and around your neck, music paused, casting an odd silence which was subtly interrupted by the radio station which echoed from the broken speakers.

The cashier huffed and scanned the items slowly, as if even the thought of doing his job was strenuous. Your eyes wandered back out the window, tuning out the cashier slightly as your eyes scanned over the few cars that were refuelling, one was the car those two men had driven earlier.

That’s odd.

Didn’t they go flying up the road? How were they here at the same time as you if they did?

The clicking of the cashier’s fingers snapped you back to reality. “Sorry.” You mumbled halfheartedly, scrambling to grab the money from your pocket. In the midst of the scramble, you tried to pick up your drink, only for it to fall and burst on the floor. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, d’you want me to-“

The cashier sighed loudly, “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it.” Then he walked to the back, returning with a wet floor sign in hand. You listened subtly as an array of swears left his lips as he slammed the sign onto the floor and trudged over to the drink aisle, grabbing another of the same drink for you.

As this happened, and while your mind was distant from your body, the same satisfying ding rung out again. When your mind finally snapped back, you registered that someone had walked in and you glanced over your shoulder.

Then you saw them.

The two men were tall, taller than you thought and taller than you by a mile.

When you realised you were staring, your head whipped back around to the counter, fingers rhythmically tapped against the cool, grey countertop.

As the cashier you had walked back over, another from the back room walked out to help the two men. The moved to the counter beside you, only paying for a bottle of water and their gas. The cashier helping you handed the new drink to you, a forced smile plastered on their face. A small thank you left your lips as you turned and left, avoiding the men at the counter.

The cold night air enveloped you, an unwelcome sensation slivering up your spine. You glanced over your shoulder and watched as the two men walked out the gas station, their silhouettes ominously still, the light from the gas station surrounding them entirely, making them appear ethereal.

That sinking feeling slipped down your throat once again, making you start walking faster. The headlights from the car slowly trailed behind you before catching up and going just fast enough to keep you in the rear view mirror.

Maybe you were just paranoid? Who knows. At this point you were not willing to see if your gut feeling was true.

~

Your feet carried you for another fifteen minutes, leaving you with only fifteen more until you reached the safe warmth of your home and the welcoming embrace of your parents.

The turn for your road came eventually, just a small dirt path off the side of the road with pine trees boxing in each side of the road. Quickly, you made the turn, gazing over your shoulder to see if the car had kept driving.

It did.

Despite the relief you felt, that underlying tone of worry had settled in the pit of your stomach. This refused to let you calm, keeping you in a horrible fight or flight state.

As you walked down the road wearily. Your headphones stayed on, helping you tune out some fear you had. Although this worked for a while, the feeling of being watched slipped into the back of your mind. You pushed that thought down, reminding yourself you had ten minutes left until you were home, until you were safe. As hard as you tried, nothing could keep this feeling down.

Suddenly, as if out of your control, you whipped your head around. Your face dropped.

There, following you from behind, was that car, it’s headlights turned off. You hadn’t heard the engine over your music. Then the car stopped, your heart sank. Their doors opened and the men stepped out, slowly making their way over to you cautiously, as if trying to keep an animal calm. Every step the men took was calculated, deciding what would keep you from freaking out and doing something drastic.

Nothing could at this point.

You took off down the road, leaping over potholes and racing through puddles. Your clothes were ruined and you were freezing.

With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, your legs moving as fast as they could. The sound of the men’s footsteps grew louder amongst the sounds of the forest which, despite being a few feet away, sounded so distant over the sound of your heart. Your eyes moved down to your phone screen, hands racing to dial your parents or 911.

In a blur, your phone flew from your hand as your shoe caught on a rock in the road, sending you flying onto your front. You lay there for a minute, your head spinning as you thought about everything. In an instant, you snapped back, getting to your feet, ignoring the stinging pain from your knee.

From then on, you staggered down the road, your injured knee making it neatly impossible to run. That would be your demise.

The heavy weight of a blunt object, you assumed to be a crowbar, smacked against the side of your head, knocking you to the floor and leaving you partially unconscious. The immense feeling of dread spilled up and went out your eyes. Tears flowed down your flushed cheeks as the man got up and flung you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his firm hands cracking your head as if it were fine china.

“Will,” the man spoke, his voice smooth due to his prominent accent, “do you believe they will suffice?”

The other man, Will, paused and walked over, tracing a gentle hand over your face, his palm lingering on your chin as he began to brush away stray tears. “Certainly more flighty than the last one but we can deal with that later, wouldn’t want our child escaping us first thing.”

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Finished Saturday October 5th 2024, 03:14.

5/10/24

[ataraxiaspainting]

Stuck Replaying the Memory.

Yan Aventurine x GN (Avgin) Reader.

Synopsis: Life exists with the support of the Aeons, but malice is something humanity has reigned over for thousands of years.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, human trafficking, the reader is described having blonde hair and Avgin eyes, descriptions of past abuse (not from Aventurine), and major spoilers for Aventurine's backstory.

Word Count: 700.

a big thanks to my friends @harmonysanreads and @mochinon-yah for proofreading some of it!!

*~*~*~*

You were taught to keep your head down and your hopes just as low – hell seems like heaven this far beneath dead soil and skeletons of the past’s nameless victims.

Your new god makes no critique of your stance that is akin to a prayer’s and not a slave. Despite your posture being near perfect from the eleven or so past lords and ladies that would burn your skin and tongue with hot iron if you had done otherwise, you still find your posture imperfect. Impolite. There were screams and fires just moments before – your master and his new wife fleeing with guards, pleading for mercy that they had never granted to you – and then silence from outside your chamber.

*~*~*~*

“Hair like honey,” The man’s fingers brushing through your locks are cold and have long nails; the same ones that the woman caresses your scarred back with. “Eyes like jewels. Pretty rare little thing; there aren’t many of you left… If you misbehave, perhaps that number will decline even further.”

*~*~*~*

The divine starts to kneel before you – one of his hands caressing the tattoo on the side of your neck. 

It’s an odd sight; so odd that you have the urge to look up.

You don’t though, because you have been taught how not to get hurt when great beings bless you with their presence.

You hear him read your new name aloud. “Sun…”

You wince from the past memories of it being called in the places where dinner guests would populate the most on the estate. The gardens and the banquet table especially. They would gawk at you and give you all their unwanted attention. Your behavior would be evaluated and you would either be rewarded with gifts befitting that of a royal or chains befitting that of a dog.

“That isn’t your real name, right?”

 The question is raised with a tone that is often paired with your wrist, or worse your hair or ear, being tugged until you confess an answer to the presumption or question. Suspicion of treason leads to you getting charged for the crimes you did to help yourself – a small tunnel being dug with a spoon, a lockpick made from a bobby pin one of the maids put in your hair, bleeding feet from running as fast as they could carry you – most of the time you get hurt or put in a small room by yourself until you beg to be released from it.

*~*~*~*

“But if you listen, the promise to love you will never be broken.” His wife adds.

*~*~*~*

This god looks like you.

Eyes akin to a galaxy that has lost its stars. Flowing hair that reminds you of your lord’s treasure trove locked down below. There is a tattoo on his neck similar to yours, but has some imperfections that only you would notice. It says ‘Slave’ but the outline of the word seems a bit rough. The artist had an uncooperative muse it would seem.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. His tone is sweeter now – possibly from how he had taken note of the trembling you were trying so hard to hide. Your ears register his voice and your brain compares the many screaming, yelling, heinous voices from the past. The memory starts to play in your brain like an electrical shock one of the maids would give to you whenever you would do so much as to look past the doorway to the outside world.

“Kakavasha?”

“It’s Aventurine now,” Your old friend stands up holding the chain attached to your handcuffs. Something tells you they won’t come off any time soon. “We have a lot to discuss, [First].”

He swings the key in his other hand and puts it in his pocket.

“I’m not letting you go again.”

[kitbunnyroo]

thinking about...abandoned android boyfriend....

lemme apologize from now...this is a looong one. it could be structured better, but it's literally just me updating this over the course of some hours/days (?). hope you enjoy this ridiculously long tidbit thooo! <3 (help y'all hit that 30 fast....tyyy!)

also omg thank you all for all the love on the centaur man post??? we love big strong bby fr, 100% will bring him back if y'all wanna see more of him 🤍🤍 (also, not proof read nothing i write is, so forgive any errors plsss)

like picture it, you just find him in a scrap yard cause your pet ran into it or something right...and you can tell that he's functioning, so you're confused as to why he got put for scrap? considering these things are crazy expensive, and the people who threw him out were ever so kind enough to leave all his original packaging, you took him back home.

it did take a while to get his station set up in a little corner, but it wasn't too bad, especially as you looked into the illuminated green eyes of the android who stood a good head or two taller than yourself once you figured out how to get him up and running again.

after you explained in even greater detail how he came to be in your possession, you could almost hear the mechanics in his brain recalibrating all the missed system updates as he now addressed you as master/mistress. not ideal, but who are you to complain once he fixes the drip in your sink that almost cost you hundreds of dollars. maybe having an android in your home wouldn't be so bad.

time flies and you come to find out he was scrapped cause beyond functionality, he had somehow developed a conscious of sorts. which when you think about it, anybody else would be freaked out by their machine suddenly smiling and showing human emotions. was it freaky? hell yeah. was it bad?....not so much.

there was lots of reassurance to be done...he thought that once he started to slip and his consciousness shone through again you'd dump him to be scrap metal too...well, after they remove the scarily realistic skin-like material that outlines his hardware. "So...you're not going to power me off and box me up like the last family did..?" he'd find himself asking after long conversations about how you don't really care he got more human-like as the days went on. living on your own it isn't that bad to feel like you have extremely helpful company rather than a machine in your empty halls. and when he looks at you oh so sweetly? how can you not tell him this is his home too.

android housemate, doing his best to make sure you're always happy. always stress free. always well taken care of. always healthy. always satisfied. so when he's cleaning your room and finds a vibrator, he's everything and appalled. why would you have this when he's right here? was he not good enough? did you not want him to help you? was it his fault? but he simply places it on it's charger and closes your door. when you get home that day you can tell something's off, it's the same air as the early stages when he thought you'd throw him out. so you just make sure to be extra sweet to your caring housemate.

android housemate, now doing research on human pleasure, watching porn, reading all sorts of articles and Quora forums. this seems easy enough to do...he just doesn't understand why you wouldn't ask him to help. darling android housemate realizing that his fans start to go double time when the pixels start to look like you instead of whoever is actually in the videos...even more so when he realizes that's what an imagination is like and that his is picturing himself with you in these videos...he wonders if that can happen....

yandere (???) android housemate who's suddenly gotten all clingy once you're home. as usual, dinner is hot and plated, desert already lined up, but as you shower you can hear him making the time to pick out your outfit from your drawers instead of double checking all is well in the rest of the house...odd, but you don't pay the particularly revealing choice of clothing much mind. dinner goes as usual, till he offers you a much more...inviting? smile after you tell him about your grievances of the day. his eyes never leaving you, even as you eat and he updates minor software...you ask if he can close the windows cause there's a much too warm of a breeze coming in, and he's suddenly glad he has the capabilities to hide the blush that threatened to rise to his fabricated cheeks since it was just his fans. he was getting a bit too much enjoyment from the sight of you wearing an outfit he had picked, enjoying his meals that he makes you everyday, you chose him from the scrap yard that he's convinced held many other androids...

yandere (??) android housemate that's gotten cold to you since you brought home another human and claim that they're your partner. he'd thought that he was being clear with his consecutive months of flirting since his research began, but apparently not clear enough. now he's forced to watch as you bring this human over, it is nice to hear you brag about how lovely he treats you though, especially when he sees them almost shrink where they sit, obviously he can already tell they won't be able to treat you better than your housemate. how could they? they're just a weak human, and he's an android that's learnt every last one of your tastes.

yandere (?) android housemate that's gotten over his chilly attitude in favour of comforting you after your breakup and every proceeding one from then on. on one hand he doesn't enjoy seeing you hurt, but on the other hand he knows the only one meant for you is him, so he'll continue to let these humans know that they won't ever hold a candle to him when it comes to your affections. you don't have to be in pain, you just have to realize he's the one for you. and you can go back to your blissful life.

yandere...android housemate who's worried after you stumble through the door after a work/college party, clearly intoxicated out of your mind. he effortlessly picks you up and takes you to your room, laying next to you when you refused to let him go cause his generated warmth was nice compared to the cold of the air conditioned room. he listens to you babble on about who knows what, and then about your latest break up, and then he's shocked when you blurt out that he'd make such a good boyfriend if he wasn't an android...and somehow, somewhere in his wiring, that hurt? but it also lit something cause you went on to praise all he does for you, especially highlighting his advances and he comes to the conclusion that you only started looking for a human partner because you had assumed that although he had a conscious, he couldn't feel romance. and boy was he now determined to prove you wrong.

yandere. android housemate, now doing everything possible after that night to display romantic affection. sensual massages after particularly aggravating days where his fingers work wonders to the tension coursing through your body, at first you don't think much of it, but when you feel the spikes of breeze specifically from him after every one of your moans, you try to keep your voice down. he downloads them to his software though, and is quickly researching the different modifications available for his kind.

yandere android housemate that gets tired of being referred to by his model name and demands you give him a proper one. and you do. and he loves it. thankfully, he's still linked to the cards of his previous family, so he can make purchases using their money instead of yours without suspicion. he gets his "personal" modification made under their card, leaves right after you do for school/work, and he's back before you're home, already getting things sorted for when you're back. now he just has to hide the tent that forms whenever you call him by the name you gave him....

newly named yandere android...you're not sure anymore. after walking in on him far too many times since you're used to him usually being smooth, but now he has an...enticing, length of dick just hanging between his legs now, it's kind of awkward. even more so when you find yourself outside his newly appointed bedroom to ask him to do something, and end up overhearing his whiney voice floating through the air. now you can't help but wonder how it feels if the rest of his skin feels like regular human skin...maybe an android boyfriend won't be so bad after all...

your android housemate, putting in extra work to keep you happy once he realizes you're not bringing home any more humans. even the vibrator and any other toys you might've had are stored away rather than readily available near your bed. maybe if he does a good enough job, you'll finally ask him for help. you swear you see a subtle throb in his pants sometimes when the thought runs through his not so little android brain.

your android boyfriend with fans so loud when you finally ask him to touch you, that you could've sworn you misread his intentions. but as soon as you try to back out of the situation he's pulled you against his chest with one of hands deeply entangled in you hair while the other hugs you close to him, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was desperate for that moment...that and the fact that once you're finally in bed he takes initiative to slip under your blanket next to you instead of going to his own room, his hands finding their way snugly around your waist to cuddle you but surely making their way lower down, quicker when he realizes that not only are not trying to stop him, but you're basically leaning into his touch. the frenzy he goes into when you whisper his name that you gave him has your legs quivering on his shoulders, toes pointed every which way as those same illuminated eyes stay glued to your body, confusingly realistic tongue moving more enthusiastically with every sound you make.

your android boyfriend. who now takes any chance he can get to ask if he can fuck you. if his tongue game was this good...what else was he capable of? the thought barely has time to run across your mind because as soon as you agree he's gonna have you folded in half and stuffed full of the most realistic dildo you've ever felt. it didn't feel fabricated in the slightest. from the throb of the veins in your walls to the way it drags so fucking good inside of you, and he makes sure to study your body as he goes. this particular spot made your eyes roll? he's going right back there. you like having you sensitive bits teased while his balls are slapping your skin so hard you can hear them through the wet mess? he's abusing them. by the time he's done you've came enough times to lose count, and best believe he makes sure to endlessly thank and praise you through every bit of it. comments of how good you make him feel, the dimming of his eyes enough to let you know he really does feel it, thanking you for letting him be this close to you, begging you not to go when you try to squirm away from the overstimulation (he calms down a bit so you can catch yourself whenever it's really too much), not to mention the starved kisses he gives you whenever the position allows (all the time). he'll have your back against the wall and hold you up so the only place you can go is further onto his cock while his tongue finally gets to explore your mouth. you'd never believe an android could be so adorably vocal. the moans, the whimpers, the whines. (he can't bring himself to degrade you though, sorry </3)

your android boyfriend making sure he puts the utmost effort into after care. if you let him hit, he's sure to run you a shower or bath of your preference, and trust that when you're out he's already got you a freshly made meal with an accompanying drink. he always makes sure to ask if he was too rough with you, gently massaging your muscles while you relax after your meal. if there's anything, anything at all you desire, he already does it for you, but now he'll go the extra miles if it means you'll be even happier.

your android husband, proposed after years of taking you out on the most wonderful dates, planned more of the wedding than you did since he only wanted you to worry about looking your best, he does let you help if you want though <3. android husband who can't cry, but you almost swear you see him sobbing as you walk (or he walks if you'd prefer) down the aisle, the tears slowing down but never to a complete stop till it's finally time for the "I do"s. your android husband who takes you on a splendid honeymoon of nothing but relaxation, good sights and food, and even better sex. he knows he can't get you pregnant, but that doesn't mean he can't try extra hard once the topic of children roll around. if you do want children though, he's not against adoption (or a sperm donor once their background checks out)

(for his family he invited his previous family, who were surprisingly chill with him using their cards to fund your vacations and now wedding...talk about rich rich)

your android husband <333.

this totaled to 2,264 words (woah??), and i can NOT lie?? i like it. hope you enjoyed this terribly long read and tysm again for all the support like hello!!🤍✨

[saphig-iawn]

A Little Bunny Plush in My Lap

Today was my first session with someone since my little break over December.

This person had been reading my posts for a little while and lots of other hypno writing here and there but this would be her first time actually being hypnotised.

Usually my subjects have experienced it in some way before, be it reading a script or listening to an audio, but not her.

I adore sessions and subjects like this, because they give me a space to provide a session that avoids so many of the pitfalls I fell into when getting into hypnosis, little things that made me think I was doing it all wrong and thus having a bad time of it.

She was a darling as I went through and outlined what we were going to do, a simple session in which she can experience trance and a little briefing and debriefing too.

As I was explaining my method, my intentions, giving her a better picture of how it could all feel, I could hear her beginning to soften.

It was so subtle, so delicate.

But as I built this safe environment for her, she was relaxing and loosening up.

She was such a treat as I brought her into the warmth of my embrace.

Hearing her voice slow and soften, knowing she was sinking into my words.

When it was time to bring her deeper into trance and onto my lap, I likened her to a little bunny plushie, so small and limp, nestled in my arms fast asleep.

She just floated with me, letting the sense memories of the space we made together rest on her mind.

When I brought her up, she was more than speechless. Even with her little yesses and exclamations, I could hear the smile on her cheeks.

She felt everything: the warmth, the embrace, feeling like a little bunny plush in my arms.

She was so lovely that, with her consent, I treated her to a little plsuhification, letting her body grow heavy and limp, cute lop ears atop her head, and a lovely embroidered smile.

As I was writing this, she messaged me something so sweet: she can't help but keep smiling.

[aouiaa]

Check Up

Outline: Trouble in paradise? Go to marriage counseling! They’ll teach you the ins and outs! *wink wink*

Word count: 830

Warnings: MINORS DNI — SMUT AHEAD + Dom! Abby + Sub! Reader + Smut with little plot + Roleplaying + A refers to R as “Miss Harding” + Fingering

“You want me to be what?” you laugh nervously with some shock underlying it.

A sigh of regret mixed with embarrassment of her request caused Abby to sit down on the bed, bringing her hand to rub her eyes, “You know what, never mind.”

“No, no, I want to too but it was…just out of the blue.” you say while sitting down beside Abby and placing your hand on her shoulder.

It’s her request that brings back past events when your marriage counselor suggested that you and Abby should “explore each other’s fantasy, to better learn about one another” was a shocker to the two of you. Definitely not what you expected going into counseling, but here you are assigned with homework to, “explore each other.” God was the duration of your ride home lingering with awkwardness. All you could really think about was what the women said after assigning the homework, “Your partner can still always surprise you.”

When the two of you got home, words were barely exchanged until now. Confronting the elephant in the bedroom. Abby was taking her shirt off while you were taking yours off as well when she said it.

“You know what I was thinking?” she says, throwing her shirt in the hamper, leaving her in her undershirt.

An acknowledged hum comes out of you as you struggle to take off your blouse. “Hm? And what is that?”

“I was thinking…” she trails off, her voice sounding more prominent as she walks over to your side of the bed, lifting her hand up to help free the last pesky button which causes you to look up. “…about what the counselor said.” her voice sounding low and soft with every breath wasted on each word leaves a sudden shiver down your spine.

“About the roleplaying?” you inquire.

“Mhm, about the roleplaying. And I was thinking it would be really hot if you were a patient coming into my office for a check up.” she says.

And that’s how you ended up here, with your wife knuckles deep in your cunt. A moan slips your lips as you look up at her now darkened blue eyes. Her fingers pumping in and out of you deliciously which elicits your back to arch off the bed, “Oh abby—“

“Dr. Anderson.” she reprimands with a pause to curl her fingers into your g-spot which causes you to yelp, bucking your hips.

“Dr. Anderson…”

Her last name leaving your lips, the one you so proudly have now once you married her has her underwear soaked. Seeing you in this state because of her only worses it. “Yeah, I’ll have you leaving my office all better up, miss…Harding.” she says, kissing and sucking bruises into your neck which further your overwhelming pleasure.

“Or maybe I won’t. So you can keep coming back here. And be my favorite patient…Yeah?” She smirks, feeling your gummy walls hug around her fingers at the expense of her lewd words. “Yeah, you’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you?”

“Ye-Yes, Doctor Anderson.” you let out a shuddered moan, “Yes…I would love that.”

“Mmm, good girl.”

All her dirty words only bring you closer to the precipice of your climax. And with the way she knew your body like the back of her hand. You weren’t gonna last long with her heaven sent fingers stretching you out perfectly, pumping in and out, and curling into your g-spot. And don’t get yourself start on her carefully calculated movements, how fast she knows to go to make you see the stars. She is a doctor after all. Anatomy is her thing.

“Oh, Doctor—Fuck!—I’m—“ you’re cut off by your own release. Your head falling back on the plush of your pillow. Your heavy breathing followed by the soft ticklish smooches of Abby kissing your neck to your jaw while slowly removing her fingers which makes you whimper at loss and watch her bring her fingers to her mouth to taste you on her tongue.

She moans at the taste of you before looking back at you with a smirk. “Well miss harding..” she jesters with a chuckle. “You made quite the mess, but that can be addressed upon your departure.”

“Oh yeah?” you respond, breathy.

“Mhm, and how do you rate your visit today, miss harding?” she says, not able to contain the smile begging to spread, and leans down to kiss you.

“Quite a ride, Dr. Anderson.” you say in between kisses, giggling.

“A good one?”

“Uhm yeah! A ‘we should definitely try this again’ one.” you chuckle, cupping Abby’s face to kiss her once more.

A soft laugh leaves Abby’s lips as she looks down at you, her expression seeming to soften. “I love you.” She speaks in a quieter tone.

And maybe in that moment, you can thank your counselor instead of constantly insulting her, in your head of course. Because she was right about one thing. Your partner can definitely still surprise you.

“I love you too, abs.”

a/n; Got this idea in the shower. Yeah, I’m 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 like that…

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[confusedmuggle]

Needy Boy

sub!Bucky Barnes x fem!dom!reader

summary: Bucky Barnes hasn’t had time for pleasuring himself for many years, but now he seems to be having a problem

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Bucky?” You called out. Your roommate of two years, you had met him when you first began an avenger. He was rather grumpy, but he wasn’t a bad roommate. you heard a noise from his room, and knocked before entering. The sight before you made you freeze

Bucky was lying on his bed, eyes red and watering. His pants barely on his hips, the outline of his dick showing clearly through his pants, a wet spot at the tip was leaking through his pants

“Bucky? What’s going on?”

his head snapped up, he quickly wiped his face. “Nothing! Get- get out!”

You walked closer to him and sat down next to him

“Bucky, talk to me. Are you sexually frustrated?” you have wondered if something like this would happen. Bucky was super old technically, but he’d never brought any women home, ever. He had to be backed up down there. And honestly, you’d be lying if you said you had never imaged him in a less than holy manner

“I- I-“ he was stuttering like crazy. You could see the tears returning to his eyes

“Bucky, do you need help?”

He froze. “…yes, please. please”

you shuttered at his whine. He was so hot, especially when he begged. You reached over and tugged off his boxers and sweats, being gentle. His red, engorged cock sprung up and hit is stomach. It was already leaking a lot, and the tip was swollen from years of no release. His balls looked so heavy and tight

“Oh Bucky… this looks painful”

he whimpered in response

“please…it hurts… y/n…please”

You gently wrapped your hand around it and began stroking. Bucky help out a choked gasp at the sensation, squirming on the bed

“y/n… it feels so good, ngh.. ah..” he was breathing heavy at this point. He tensed suddenly and came, shooting thick ropes of his cum into your hand. “That was fast” you noticed he was still hard. He teared up again

“more, please, I need more! It’s too much.. I need more, I - I can’t- “

He choked out a sob and you took his into your mouth. “ngh… fuck, y/n, keep going, shit, ah..ah, ngh… fuck”

you were able to milk out two more orgasms out of the poor boy before he collapsed onto the bed, his cock softening finally. “..thank you”

You gently cleaned him up and stroked his hair, watching him as he fell asleep

“y/n.. mmm”

You smiled at his soft whimpers, but then remembered, the two of you are just roommates.

right?

part two out now!

[glitterjay]

— TEASE . LHS

⭒ teasing, denial of orgasm, riding, established relationship, afab!reader, mdni

⭒ c's note: this heeseung is doing things to me...

⭒ taglist: im making it again! if you would like to be part of a permanent taglist you can shoot me an ask or leave a comment!

reblogs are greatly appreciated and they also help me a lot!

your boyfreind was know to be a tease, and god did you hate it. heeseung was an expert in getting you all horny and then leaving you alone for most of the day. he had left to a work meeting since the morning, and it was peak of dawn now. seeing him in that white button down, tight black dress pants, and his freshly dyed black hair had you going crazy all day.

you tried everything to help yourself, but all you could think of was heeseung. how the veins in his arms would pop if he was fingering you hard and rough, the white shirt rolled up for commodity. how the small chain around his neck would bounce up and down as he rammed into you with no mercy, or how the button down would stick to his perfectly fit body due to the sweat.

that guy was way too attractive for your or anyone's good. worse of it all was that he knew what he was doing, and the effect he had on you. heeseung was enjoying himself at that meeting knowing damn well you'd be really desperate once he was home. he'd have you wrapped around his finger, just how he liked it.

once his own patience was thrown out the window, he bid his goodbye to his fellow coworkers and boss, always making sure to thank them for the their hard work and headed home.

his phone had been blowing up with messages from you, asking when he's get home and that you missed him. he ignored every time his phone rang, knowing that would rail you up even more. it was all going as planned.

-

when you heard the sound of keys jiggling, your body filled up with joy and excitement. it was about time heeseung remembered he had a home and a girlfriend to return to. you threw yourself at him as soon as he opened the door, hugging his waist very tightly. "looks like someone missed me," he chuckled. you simply nodded, taking in the scent of his cologne as much as you could.

it made him feel expensive, which turned you on even more. you pulled away, looking at him with the pleading eyes he had been wanting to see. and thats when he knew it was on.

-

heeseung had suggested you rid his abs. it was a new approach and to be honest, you were excited to try it out. he laid down flat on your shared bed. it took you by surprise when he kept his shirt on, but didnt question him at all. after all, he knew what he was doing.

you positioned yourself so that his body was in between your legs, and sat on his crotch first. heeseung giggled and sat up a bit, reaching your thighs with his hands to pull you up to his stomach.

not only was he naturally attractive, but he was also extremely fit. it was easy to feel the outline of his abs through his shirt and your thin panties. it was a new sensation that was definetly breaking all hell lose.

heeseung was quick to guide you with his arms so that you could start rocking back and forth on him. your own hands landing on his chest for support, heeseung had the best view from underneath. he could see how fast and easily your expression changed, already seeming tired and fucked out despite being at it for a minute.

and it was just what he wanted. hew knew you had been horny all day and now he could use you how he wanted.

"does it feel good, love?" he asked and you nodded frantically.

heeseung flexed his abdomen, which sent a shocking wave through your body, making you whine out loud. his strong arms and hands held you firmly agains his stomach and you could see his veins pop out due to the force.

your legs next to his body started shaking, and heeseung knew you were close. your moans and whines became constant and high pitched, and he took this as his sign. just as you were about to burst, heeseung lifted your body so that there was nothing else making contact with you.

"not so fast, baby, i just got home. lets have more fun, yeah?"

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[writers-potion]

What is the fastest way to improve greatly at writing?

Fast-Forwarding Your Writing Skills

Developing your writing skills take only two things: READ A LOT, WRITE A LOT.

The question is, how do you read a lot and write a lot, in a relatively short period of time?

The first rule: don't give up. It may seem really slow now, but everyone can get better at writing. I know this advice is really stale, but it's one that I've told myself over and over again - just so that I can push through another slow evening.

Here are some things I have tried to get better at writing:

Memorizing quotes/passages/poems that I like. The things that I memorize would come back to me when I'm stuck mid-sentence, and I would try to do something similar. Sounds like plagiarism? Well, copying other authors' styles and mix-matching them is actually an important process of finding your own voice.

Conducting a "plot analysis". I was inspired by the method outlined in the book for this one. After you finish a book, make a list of all the scenes and try placing them into a three-act structure. This will help you (1) familiarize yourself with plot dynamics that work (2) understand your genre better.

Reading a book more than once. Honestly, all of my first reads are just for the story. I gobble the plot up, without paying attention to anything much. On my subsequent reads, I'm able to pay more attention to the way descriptions are done, or how the chapters are divided, etc.

Copying a book by hand, word-by-word. So far the most inefficient method (haha), but this exercise does help you pay A LOT more attention to how the author is using diction, syntax, dialogue, etc. to actually "construct" a book.

I hope this helps! :) If you're reading this and have tips of your own, please comment! >>

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[stickyspeckledlight]

Ratio, please please please help with math...PLEASE Im litterally begging at this point. I know I still did fail that last exam but PLEASE help me with math again

A prescription in ignorance.

(Speckled's End of Year Interaction Prompts, 12/2/24 ~ 1/1/25)

The Doctor raises an eyebrow, signifying what is either immense confusion or---and more likely, you think---complete and utter disgust for an idiot. Because, yeah, that is what you are, and he also tells you as much.

You feel the need to justify yourself. "I---I know, but like...I REALLY can't keep uh," you squirm underneath his gaze; even in moments of relaxation, his eyes always feel so intuitive, staring right through you. Like they want to be in you, "Keep this under wraps. I KNOW you covered this in the lesson, but...well, I'm, I'm still having a really hard time understanding all of this stuff..."

"You kept your struggle under wraps?" His brow furrows into a scowl. "What manner of improvement did you think that would lend to?"

You wince. "Um, well---I, um." You suppress a whimper when you feel his mouth quirk further down. "I just...you know, if I keep asking for help, like, a LOT, from a uh, really really busy guy like you you'll just like. You know. Get um...get really bored of me?"

You hear an inhale, and you wonder if you've messed up. The soft thud of his book closing sounds of finality. His footsteps make you want to jump each time they fall to the ground.

"You are an idiot," he says from behind you, leaning over your shoulder to overlook your work, "How else could you hold that sort of ridiculous notion?"

With a hum and a nod, he gets up and pulls over a chalkboard. It only took him but a moment to locate an understanding of your plight? You balk thinking about how fast his mind would have to work to accomplish such a thing---but faster than Roboball racers for sure.

"You're quite the severe case," he mumbles as he begins to outline an agenda, "Perhaps the most severe of patients I've encountered."

You gulp. "Then...at some point, would you just, like, um...? Give up? Am I so stupid that there's no hope for me, Doctor? Will I be so much trouble that it'll keep you from treating other people who are stupid?"

"This is why..." You hear him groan, exasperated. He looks back at you, and you lock eyes.

"I have you under constant supervision. All you need to do, [Name], is stay under it."

"What if you get tired of watching me all the time, though?"

He narrows his eyes. "You truly are an idiot."

[xoluvx]

absolutely in love with everything you write, and i've been thinking a lot about billie lately 🤭 could i request a fic/blurb about dom!billie letting us top her for the night since we've asked so nicely but further into the night, she just thinks we look so pretty while thrusting our strap into her and she can't help but flip our positions. thank u so much! ❣️

darling, this request is just *chef's kiss* thank you on my knees for you any day msg me. also join the club once you start thinking of billie you don't stoooop

her tongue traced shapes on your neck as your eyelids fluttered feeling her thigh press between your thighs. you held your arms under hers as she supported her weight careful not to crush you. her teeth sunk into your skin, lips wrapping around your neck.

"baby," you hummed wrapping your fingers tightly around her arms and raising your hips.

"yes?" she mumbled against your neck preoccupied by the pulse of your blood pumping through your veins on the tip of her tongue.

"can i-" you swallowed unable to concentrate on your words, but also trying to figure out a way to express what you wanted.

billie trailed her lips to your jaw before landing on the corner of your lips. her nose brushed yours as your eyes met. she was flushed, hair falling on her face. lips swollen.

"can you what princess?" she asked resting her hand on your neck, thumb feeling the way your throat moved, swallowing and finding your words.

"can i use the strap on you?" you asked shyly. the words sounding so foreign on your tongue. had you worded that properly? was she going to be offended? you dug your fingers into her forearm feeling the way her muscles flexed.

billie bit her lip, her eyes filled with lust. she looked at you like she wanted to ravish you and she very much did. she was enamoured with the way you were looking at her. your eyes big in anticipation. lips parted breathing softly even though your heart was beating rapidly and the oxygen in your lungs was dwindling.

"okay. since you asked so nicely," she whispered as your brows raised her thumb ran along the side of your face. you relaxed into her touch. she kissed your forehead before getting off the bed. you followed her naked body with your eyes, holding on to the sheets under your own nude body.

"do you need help getting it on?" her voice sweet but laced with a hint of playfulness.

you nodded as she looked down smiling. almost blushing. she was being so-

so-

you couldn't think. your mind was foggy. she held her hand out and you took it sliding off the bed. you stood in front of her as she sat taking the strap. her hands touched your skin in the places the strap clung to your body. she traced the outline before looking up at you. then she leaned back, body propped on her elbows. legs opening for you. eyes watching you carefully.

you approached her sinking into the mattress, hands on either side of her body. your lips found hers in a slow kiss as the strap hung between your bodies. she let you kiss her, let your hands cup her face, down her neck, and the side of her body until your fingers dug in her skin.

then you held the fake cock running it between her folds. it glided so smoothly spreading her wetness. she bite her lip muffling the sounds that roared from deep in her belly. you were focused on the dildo between your bodies watching the shaft glide up and down until you were centered at her entrance and she was swallowing it whole.

hands fisting the bedsheets, head tossed back in pleasure. it disappeared in her pussy and you pulled out just to watch it happen all over again. you held her knees as you thrusted establishing a steady pace. not too fast, but not too slow either. just perfect. she wrapped around the strap so perfect.

billie forced herself to look at you. watching you concentrate on her pleasure. asking her if this was okay or if she wanted you to go harder. she let you take the lead.

you just looked so fucking good fucking into her. thrusting and biting your lip in concentration. she brought one hand out to hold your hips wanting to feel your skin. then she spread it over your abdomen feeling you flex each time you thrusted.

"so fucking pretty," she mumbled through gritted teeth as you increased the pace, whimpering at her delight and compliment. she couldn't hold herself back any longer. she loved the way you moved and she knew she'd given you permission to fuck her, but oh my god she wanted to fuck you so hard right now. you were a mouth watering sight.

she lifted her body flipping you so quickly it took you a moment to process what was happening. with less than three movements she'd removed the strap, clung it to her skin, and opened your legs. she slid into you effortlessly and the familiarity of the cock made you moan.

you wrapped your arms around her shoulders as she leaned down pressing her body on yours. she moved her hips in a steady pace slamming into your pussy. skin slapping. cock hitting all the right places. your mouth hung open as your moans bounced off the walls. your legs wrapping around her waist as she buried herself deeper and deeper in your pussy.

you were going to cum. you felt it coiling so tight, you were aching.

"you looked so pretty fucking me," she turned her face to whisper in your ear. the compliment made your pussy clench harder and your whimpers grew louder.

"but you look even prettier when i fuck you," she emphasized licking the shell of your ear before biting. lips messily linking to your neck as your impeding orgasm caused temporary blindness. she knew just what to say and how to move to make you lose your mind.

[charmercharm3r]

Hihi! I really like your writings. 💕

I would like to make a request. One for ot8.

I would like to know the boys' reaction when you moan their name in your sleep. Like, you're best friends with so and so member and your sleeping over and you're having a wet dream and you moan their name out loud. What would their reaction be? What would they do? Would they say something to you or keep it to themselves? Would they make a move?

If you do this request, thank you so much! 💕

And if not, no worries and thank you nonetheless. 💕

i kept this in the vault for TOO LONG im sorry

Masterlist

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chan is a slut for you. S. L. U. T. even if you don’t know it. everyone knows this man is a night owl, so to get in your channie-time, you stay up with him a couple nights a week. one of those days happens to be in his bedroom. while he’s on a roll with this melody that’s stuck in his head, he’s humming into the microphone and has his big ass headphones on, so he doesn’t see you start to drift off. but when he finally returns to the outside world, he hears you mumbling in your sleep. you look so cute wrapped up in his bed, blanket tucked under your chin and taking up the entire single pillow he has. then you do it again, more intelligible this time. is that… his name?? he doesn’t do anything to stop you or wake you up. hard as a fucking rock, excuses himself to take a cold shower and get rid of the filthy thoughts swimming in his head. little does he realize that his mic is still recording. only later the next day when he’s going over the project does he catch the small moans in the background. those get put in an extra secret, extra secure folder on his phone. just for him, his hand, and the late, late night.

minho is the most straight forward out of all of them. he warned you, he didn’t want you to fall asleep in the first place because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep fighting off the stupid warm bubbling in his belly cus you’re so damn cute. you always thought he was being his normal teasing self whenever he’d tell you, “stop falling asleep around me, i’ll fall in love with you, i swear.” no way did he have a crush on you, too. refusing to admit it, you fall asleep in his bed one night anyways. doesn’t get hard cus he’s in shock and almost bursts into laughter at you moaning his name in your sleep. not because he thinks you’re funny, but because he can’t believe you’re actually doing it. of your own free will— well, as much free will as you have when you’re unconscious. wakes you up immediately by tapping the pillow you lay on. his face is right in front of yours with the most serious look on his face. you don’t remember the dream, but still, he won’t let you sleep until you admit what you did >:(

changbin would wake you up immediately. what the fuck do you mean, you moan his name in your sleep?! this whole time?! he’s not gentle about it, his cute aggression a lot stronger now that he knows you feel the same. it was the first time you’d fallen asleep in front of him, and this happens?! he would’ve made you stay over more often if it would’ve led to this. cus he kisses you as soon as you confess that yes, you’re incredibly into him and care for him more than a friend. things get steamy, but you’re still half asleep! it is the a.m., after all. don’t worry, he doesn’t wanna move too fast. you’re the needy one (his words), so he’ll do all the work for now. some nice, desperately in love head for the first of many mind numbing orgasms, it practically rocks you back to sleep. this time, with him cuddled up beside you.

hyunjin knew it from the beginning. he’s intuitive when it comes to other people’s feelings and emotions, is also very emotionally mature. it helps that he knows you so well. falling asleep in his bed, you can’t help the wet dreams when he’s a dream personified. light touches of his fingertips over the outline of your body from your head to your ankles, not wanting to disturb you but also not being subtle. you mumbling his name in your sleep solidifies that you want him just as bad, he can’t pass up the opportunity! brushing your hair with his fingers softly, that wakes you up but only enough to know that it’s him touching you. he’d come in close to press a kiss to your cheek and you think that it’s just a sweet gesture, until he comes in closer and closer to your lips. oops, now you’re making out— and you don’t wanna stop. he’ll stick his hand down your sleep shorts, let you use him however you’d like, but that’s as far as he’ll go until you’re more of a sound mind. would love if he could kiss you until he fell asleep, too.

jisung is another one where you think he’s kidding every time he tells you he’s in love with you. he says it to everyone! he pretends to kiss all of his friends! except he only started doing it to mask how much he liked you. a movie night with him turned into a slumber party, you on the couch and him on the floor in front of you. when you fall asleep on your belly, one hand hanging off the edge and it whacks him in the face, then he hears the slightly incoherent murmurs of you saying his name. ohhh he’s hit the jackpot now, and bricked up like no fucking other. would kiss the inside of your palm to softly wake you up, except you’re deep in this dream and need a bit more than that to come back to reality. slips a hand under the back of your shirt to feel your warm skin and he almost melts cus you say his name louder, consciously. at least, semi. would— and will— rut against the side of the couch when you lead his hand down the back of your shorts to feel how much you want him. rips the fucking fabric off you immediately and goes to town just like that. does not care whatsoever if it’s an unconventional position for a first intimate moment together, he wants you. and later intends to make it clear that he will not try to kiss his friends anymore if you say you’ll date him.

felix is so timid when it comes to romantic relationships, so his mouth is like a vault locked and sealed away when he hears you moan his name in your sleep. however, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pitch a tent in his pants, cus holy hell is he fucking hard. he isn’t shy when it comes to anything sexual, though. you two are close! so close that he feels comfortable enough to roll onto his back and pull his dick out of his underwear and dry fist himself to the sounds of your pretty whimpers for him. does he feel guilty? a little. would he do it again? absolutely. cums hard when your hips start to twitch slightly as though you’re reaching your own peak within the dream. will he be confessing after this? maybe, maybe not. who knows if he can even look you in the eyes again.

seungmin would also wake you up as soon as you say his name even just once. he’s not sweet about it, but he doesn’t make you feel like shit. kinda teases you and goads you into annoyedly confessing that yes, you have a massive fucking crush on him and yes, you were having a wonderful wet dream until he decided to ruin it. raises his eyebrows and smirks, “a wet dream about me,” as if you didn’t already fucking know that. asshole. kisses you to make you stay and forgive him for waking you up, but won’t outwardly admit he likes you back. intends on showing you that the feelings are reciprocated by making you cum on his fingers and in his mouth, “isn’t the real thing better? should’ve been having wet dreams about me this whole time.” “i have been.” “good to know. now, think you can handle more? one for each dream you’re gonna tell me about. who knows? maybe i’ll be nice enough to make it come true.”

jeongin is more flustered than you are when he accidentally falls off the bed and wakes you during his attempt at escaping. he’s only embarrassed because he’s hard as fuck and should not be thinking about his best friend like that— even if you’re thinking the same about him. it’s wrong! it’s immoral! and that’s why it turns him on so much. when you jolt awake to see him on the floor clutching his dick, he gets red in the face and ultimately admits that he was listening to you whimper his name in your sleep. it’s you who makes the first move and invites him back to bed, making him lay beside you while reassuring him that it’s okay to feel this way. he’s not doing anything wrong when you feel exactly the same. uh oh, you’re leaning in, does he kiss you? he wants to so bad. you’re so warm and smell so good. shivers covers his body when you trail your hand towards his waistband and simultaneously guide one of his towards your aching center. who would’ve thought a routine sleep over would’ve ended in the two of you hand fucking each other until you were kissed breathless and eventually fell back asleep in one another’s arms? he definitely didn’t.

[winterandwords]

📖 On editing as you write

I've seen a lot of "don't edit as you write" and "just get it all down on the page as fast as you can and keep going" writing advice online. While this totally works for some people and some projects, especially if you're writing with an outline and/or are very momentum-driven, I'd like to offer a different perspective.

Editing as you go, reworking the same scene or chapter a few times before you move on, and focusing on small details in early drafts can be super helpful for some writers.

I usually discovery write these days, so doing a deep dive into most scenes as I go along is amazing at helping me understand the story as it develops and it gives me a clearer insight into the characters and their motivations. Zooming through a zero draft or first draft wouldn't serve the same function for me.

Yes, there are definitely scenes and chapters that I fly through and just get the words out, knowing those sections are purely functional for now and I'll come back to them later. Those tend to be the more plotty and actiony parts for me, where what I need to make progress is this-happens-then-that-happens information.

But obsessively fiddling with individual words and sentence structure when it feels right enables me to really dig into my story. It doesn't prevent me from moving forward. It helps me move forward in the right direction. It lets me build the foundation I need and it gives me a cleaner draft to work from when it comes time to revise.

So if you feel like you're Doing It Wrong™ because you prefer to edit as you go, you aren't. You're just doing it differently from how some other people do it, and that's OK. We all have our own processes. Sometimes different projects, or different stages of the same project, call for different approaches.

If it's working for you, it's working. Keep going 💜

[thetxtdevil]

Hyuka is getting so buff lately im losing my mind tbh. I had this thought: In the middle of doing it, y/n’s hands are constantly touching his pecs while she is under him. He noticed it so he decides to change the position : Y/n on top, riding him, so she can touch and balance herself using his pecs. After all , all he wants is to please his lovely gf

😤😮‍💨 big boob Kai 😌

—nsfw—

All of Kai’s insecurities fades away when it comes to you. You always knew how to make him flustered yet proud. While you two were doing your nightly routine of cuddling then making out then to see how the rest of the night is going to turn out, you made the man smirk against your lips as you moaned into his. Your hands traveled through his thick muscular arms that were holding you. The solid flesh flexing under your fingertips made an arousing impression on you. That is when both of you knew that it was going to be a long night of nothing but sex.

Kai lightly pushes your shoulders to lay flat on the bed. He raises himself up taking his shirt off exposing more of his sculpted body to you. Like a deer caught in headlights you were too stunned to look anywhere else, Kai chuckles at your reaction helping you out of your clothes.

“Do I look good?”

“U-uh ye-ah yes”

Laying back down, now fully undress you feel your cheeks heating up. You’ve seen him naked plenty of times but it seems like your boyfriend has being hanging out with his bodybuilder of a friend, Taehyun, a lot more these days. You lay there staring up at the buff man, arms on each side of your head, abs tight making a curve down to his big delicious dick. You moan at the sight, it alone can get you off.

Kai finds this flustered version of you so enticing. He smiles leaning down to rub his nose against yours before pulling you into a deep kiss. Lips dancing with each other, your drive falters when feeling his mushroom tip along your pussy folds. Kai groans against your neck, easily slipping inside your hole and enjoying your warm walls clenching to bring more of him in. Your hands were everywhere on the man reaching to feel his arm muscles, massaging them until you let your hands drift to Kai’s pecs.

The man shivers when you lightly graze your fingertips on his nipples and outlining the curve of his chest. You were enjoying this too much and Kai can see that clearly. Kai brings his hands to hold you flipping the position. Eyes widening from the sudden change working you up more as you were like holding a feather for Kai. However, the sight of the buff man laying down, long veiny hands gripping your thighs had you clenching around him.

"Go on" Kai guides your smaller hands to his chest, "use me as leverage"

A groan slips from your bitten lips instantly rocking your hips against his. All the sensations of his fat cock and rock hard muscles was getting you to your climax fast.

"God you're beautiful with or without muscles but... ugh"

Kai smiles admiring you bouncing on his dick like a bunny in heat. He lifts his hips thrusting into you making you both reach immense pleasure. Cumming around his cock and his cum leaking out of you, with weak legs you lay on his chest.

"Should I start working out too?" you ask making the man chuckle.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[glitterjay]

— loser boyfriend

⭒ sub!jake, afab!reader, needy jake, pet names (puppy, good boy, etc.) masturbation (m.) suggestive content under cut, mdni!

⭒ c's note: im in my heavy jake feels so enjoy this! | mlist @hollyoongs this one's for you, beloved <3

jake was always confident. his ego was through the roof with that cocky grin of his always lingering on his face. his flirty personality only added to his way of being, and to say he was an incredible dom in bed was a low title for him.

but there where time where you didn't notice. times of vulnerability that he had to deal on his own. and they were starting to happen quite often. like that one time, you accidentally brushed your arm against the outline of his dick when you tried reaching for the remote. or when your legs touched his under the table while you guys hung out with his friends.

there was no way in hell he'd let you or anyone know of this state. absolutely not. so there he was, stuck in his apartment's bathroom, massaging the massive bulge growing under his sweats. the cause of it? you had called him puppy because you saw people pulling that prank on their partners on tiktok.

"jakey?"

you called from behind the door. he practically ran when you realized his cheeks went red as a tomato at your words. to say you were worried was an understatement. it was more of amusement. you didn't know such a thing could ride him up so fast.

"puppy, are you okay?" you called again.

jake, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip as hard as he could. the taste of blood was starting to fill his taste buds. but he didn't care. he was fighting every single sound that was threatening to come out of his mouth. he took a deep breath, and stopped his movements for a second.

"i'm- i'm fine."

his voice had betrayed him, just as you expected. you leaned in closer to the door, using your aoftest voice to talk to him. "are you sure you don't want me to help, baby?"

jayun was going crazy at this point. his throat was starting to hurt from holding in the nasiest and highest moans ever. his cock was now freed from his sweatpants, proudly standing and being bumped by his fist. there was nothing wrong with a little change, right?

"it's a special occasion," he mumbled. "yeah, a special day."

"darling?" he called. to which you answered knocking on the door.

"you can help me. but it'll have to stay like this. you on that side, and me in here, mkay?"

you knew he didnt want you to see him like this, and you knew he didnt want to lose his fuck boy facade. it was a shame you wouldn't be able to see his fucked out expression, or how his beautiful adams apple would be more noticeable with his head thrown back, but you agreed nonetheless.

"im here," you reassured

"fuck baby, keep talking"

his voice was clearly breaking, and he was panting a lot. your panties were starting to feel wet, but you could deal with that later. or maybe the dom rough jake you knew could take over then.

"is your fist enough, pretty?" you asked. the pet names had jake seeing little stars all over the bathroom. he moaned in response. he didn't care anymore. he was loud.

you grinned at how vocal he was, catching onto how much he liked the nicknames. "is my baby close? cum for me like a good boy."

the sweetness of your voice, plus the million emotions going through his head, had him cumming hard. the white ropes shot out like a hose as he leaned back into the door, moaning loudly. it was almost as if he was crying. soft whimpers kept leaving his pretty mouth. he could get used to days like this.

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[oceanlix]

Day 4: Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1867

Warnings: Unprotected sex, riding, teasing, whining, breast play, slight dacryphilia, masturbation (male), handjob, praise, dirty talk, slight spanking, slight degradation

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

It’s Friday night and you’re in Sunwoo’s lap again, just like always. He’s already gotten your shirt off, his hands palming your breasts as you whine and rock yourself on top of him.

“Need some help?” He snickers after he says it, pinching your nipples to make you cry out for him again. You grip the hem of your skirt and squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears of frustration from falling, but it’s no use. You can just barely feel the outline of his hard length pressing against you through his sweatpants and your underwear.

You feel Sunwoo’s fingers prodding at your lips, letting your mouth fall open so he can slip them inside. You swirl your tongue around them, hoping if you do a good enough job, he’ll free you from your frustration.

“You’re so filthy,” he giggles, pressing down on your tongue. You don’t realize it, but you’ve started grinding on top of him again, moving your hips in little circles. Sunwoo pulls his fingers from your mouth and flips your skirt up to your waist, taking in the wet spot on your panties. “Look at you, you’re a mess.”

He tells you this every time, but you never get tired of hearing it. Sunwoo gets away with a lot of shit that nobody else would, and he unfortunately knows it.

“Please,” you whimper, trying to beg him with your eyes. You know that he loves to see you all teary and desperate for him, so you gently pinch the meat of your thigh until your eyes start to water again. “Please touch me.”

Sunwoo runs his hands up the back of your thighs until he’s got two handfuls of your ass, squeezing generously. You moan as he pulls your underwear down, pocketing them in his sweatpants for later. You’ve lost so many pairs of underwear to him, but you’d never ask for them back. There’s something that gets you going, knowing he keeps them for himself like some kind of pervert.

You almost forget that he’s still fully clothed until he pulls his dick out and starts stroking it, his other hand squeezing your hip slightly. “Hey, let me see you,” you whine, tugging at his hoodie. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, but he lets go of his cock long enough to pull his hoodie over his head and toss it over the back of the couch. You lean forward and run your hands up his bare chest, scratching gently with your nails.

“Fuck, don’t tease me,” he groans, like he wasn’t just toying with you moments before. He grabs your hand in his and brings it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, growing harder as he uses you to stroke himself to full hardness. You lean forward and kiss him, eager to have his plush lips on yours

“I want you,” you murmur, guiding his tip to rub up and down your folds. You moan as he grabs your hips and angles you above him, slowly pressing inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you tell him as he stretches you.

Sunwoo takes his time bottoming out, watching your face change as you adjust to his size. When he’s sure you’re okay, he smacks your ass so hard you let out a small scream, the pleasure rippling through you suddenly.

You press your palms flat on his chest and lift your hips up until only his tip remains inside, then slide yourself back down. It’s a slow pace because you prefer to feel every inch of his cock against your walls, but Sunwoo would never complain. He loves watching you take him in any form; the way you move and the sounds you make always get him going, whether it’s fast or slow. But tonight is Friday and neither of you are in a rush, so he fixes his eyes on where his cock disappears inside of you and just drinks it in.

You’ve got the rhythm now, so you take one of your hands off his chest and start touching your breasts, giving him a show as you pinch and roll your nipple between your fingers. When the buds are stiff, you slide your hand lower, spreading your lips around his cock so he can see the lewd sight even clearer.

“That’s it,” he grins, looking up at you with the bedroom eyes you fall for every time. “Ride it nice and slow for me.”

Your eyes roll back in your head a little bit at his words, grinding down a little harder on his cock. You moan softly as he hits your spot, losing your rhythm slightly as you struggle to balance against his chest. Sunwoo takes pity on you finally and grabs your hips, but then he’s pushing you off him and to the side.

You turn on your side, about to ask him what the hell he’s doing, but he pushes you back onto your stomach before you can say anything. Your words die in your throat as he climbs over you and hikes your hips upwards, pressing his cock between your legs and rubbing the tip through your wet folds.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his chest pressed fully against your back. “I’m gonna make it all better.”

The slide inside is so slow and slippery, you can only moan loudly as you take every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. Sunwoo keeps one hand on your back so you don’t flail around, the other holding the base of his cock tightly so he doesn’t blow his load right away. He’s never had to fight so hard to cum before you started sleeping together, but you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can’t help it sometimes.

Finally after what feels like hours, he’s fully buried in your cunt, hips pressed firmly against your ass. Sunwoo admires the view, the slope of your spine driving him crazy. He loves having you at his mercy like this, but the real reason he enjoys this is because of the trust you have in him. Outside of the bedroom, you can go toe to toe with him, dishing out as much shit as he gives you and sometimes more. But in here? You fully give yourself to him in every way, doing anything he asks of you. He loves it even more than he’s willing to admit.

“Sunwoo please,” you beg him again, trying to push your hips back for some movement.

He shakes his head even though he knows you can’t see him, smacking your ass again suddenly. “I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me,” he teases, rubbing the sore area gently with his palm. You sigh in frustration, but you know you have to play his game to get what you want.

“Please fuck me,” you mumble, craning your head to look back at him. He’s smirking, then smacks your ass again gently. It doesn’t hurt really, you know he’s just doing it because he likes to see it jiggle around him. But you’re reaching the end of your patience.

“You were supposed to ride me, but you couldn’t even do that right. Why should I reward you for failing?” His expression is neutral, but his words have a cold tone to them that send an excited shiver up your spine. Sunwoo pulls his hips back just barely and pushes in again, making you moan suddenly. “See? That’s enough for you, you can’t even keep your mouth shut.”

You turn your head into the pillows and scream in frustration; Sunwoo’s usually a tease, but today is especially bad. You’re dripping around his cock and he isn’t letting up on you, just barely rocking himself in and out. Most of the time, you like it slow, but today you just want to feel him going at you like an animal. It’s been a long week at work and the only thing that’s going to make it right is Sunwoo fucking you so hard it resets your brain.

“Please,” you whine. “I’ll do anything, please just fuck me properly.”

You can practically feel the air change as Sunwoo leans down next to your ear, his hands sliding up your sides. “Anything? Are you sure you want to make that promise, baby?”

You hesitate for a bit, remembering the last time you bargained with Sunwoo like this. Your body had been sore for days afterward, littered with marks that you had to painstakingly cover up every morning before work. But the sex was amazing, you had to admit. You think you can handle whatever he’s planning to throw at you this time.

“Yes, anything,” you agree, holding up your pinky finger for a promise.

Sunwoo laughs at your childish gesture, but links your fingers together anyway. “Don’t regret it later,” he mumbles, then he’s pulling out and fucking back into you roughly.

You moan shamelessly, gripping the pillow tight. Your walls flutter around his cock at every thrust, your juices coating him and the sheets beneath you. Sunwoo works a hand between your clit and the bed, rubbing you in time with his thrusts. You’re falling apart at an alarmingly fast rate, unable to make any sounds.

“Gonna get my cock all nice and creamy?” he asks, smacking your ass again. His cock bumps up against your spot at that moment, causing you to bury your face in the pillow and scream from the pleasure. You know he wants an answer out of you, but you can’t find the words in your brain. So you do the next best thing and turn your head as much as you can, showing him your teary eyes. It’s his second favorite thing aside from making you scream, so you know you’ll get away with it.

Sunwoo takes in your appearance and starts to fuck you even harder, pushing your body up the bed as he absolutely destroys your sensitive pussy. His balls slap against your ass repeatedly, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth as you start to lose your mind. You know you’re going to cum soon, but you have no energy to warn him, instead just clamping down hard around his cock while your walls pulse endlessly.

“Fuck!” he shouts, having to stop moving because you’re milking him so hard. Sunwoo looks down, seeing your release trickle down his shaft and onto the bed. It’s so hot how it just keeps coming, warm and wet and everywhere. Before he knows it, he’s cumming too, filling your pussy up with his hot load.

When you come down from your high, you collapse into the pillow. You can feel his semen painting your walls, but you don’t have the energy to move. You let him finish up, both of you hissing when he pulls his softening cock out.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” he tells you, gently patting your butt. You just nod, tucking your arms under your head and letting out a sigh. Your mind is effectively cleared of work stress, though now you can’t help but wonder what Sunwoo wants in return.