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[isuggestforcefem]

Forcefem February story: Nicole saves Ethan

Part one - Nicole

It began as it usually did. Nicole, a poor helpless orphaned young woman, with a story to make the most stoic of men sob, and such a great excuse for her to join the town. The town's eldest was wary of her. He knew, she thought. Or at least, he suspected something. Nevertheless. That wouldn't stop her. This wasn't her first, anymore. Nicole knew how to handle herself. Keep herself en guarde.

It did make her job less fun, though. She had barely any respite, needed a consistent story and a consistent character, every moment of her waking day. And she couldn't work at night, lest they see the light of her room.

Angela had been very lovely, on this part. The old woman had allowed Nicole to stay in her ex-husband's study, as it hadn't been used in years. Angela had lost him, she would say, on the lonely nights. He had walked out one day, and never came back. Taken by the night, she would say. Nicole wondered if she knew, too. She wondered if the creaks of wood she heard from behind her door were Angela, watching her, spying her.

All that to say it really wasn't a fun time. She yearned for the plan to enter motion. It had already been a month! Usually, she could have had cleared step one in a week, at most, but clearly, Diana's choice of town still lacked. She'd have to talk about it with her, once she was back. Even though Diana was her best friend and most trusted ally at the Academy, she still lacked a lot of technical skills. Maybe that was why the administration still refused her application for solo missions. "I ought to help Diana out", Nicole thought to herself. Her friend was her senior in experience and yet Nicole risked graduating before her.

Nicole approached the mirror. She was still as beautiful as ever. Surely, this face would be enough to sway most hearts. Her hair was undone. She grabbed her hairpin, held a strand of hair, and clipped it onto her hair. Suddenly, a swirl of magic took control of the brunette's hair, assembled it in a neat ponytail. She messed with it a little bit. Better not make it look too neatly woven. She had an image to keep up. She grabbed her dress, Angela had washed it for her. What a treasure of a woman. She almost felt guilty to betray her trust in this way. But then again, she always did. It never stopped her.

Going down the stairs, Nicole yelled "I'm ready!". Angela's brother had asked for a helping hand. It did upset her plans,, but she had to keep up appearances until the end. She could still do it tonight. She would do it tonight. She had faith.

The day seemed to never end. She had been gathering herbs for hours by now, but still Angela's brother showed no sign of going back home. At least the sun was still high. Finally, the man spoke to her. "I think we're done for today, you can go back." "Oh thanks," she said, without a trace of emotion in her voice. Finally, speaking her soul.

This place was boring. The local pub served frankly disappointing alcohols, and was only inhabited by things that were more of the decaying corpse than they were of the person. The town's center was usually occupied by a group of gangsters - guards - that looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Whatever. This would soon be over.

There he was, her target. A boy named Ethan. He had little presence, few friends. Nobody would miss him. Nobody would care.

She would.

He had short black hair, wore a white shirt and brown pants. She had seen boys like him by the dozen, and all of them had became beautiful, happy girls. He would follow.

"Hi," Nicole exclaimed brightly, with a little wave, "I'm here early! -Nicole! Hello, I am glad to see you. -I have a gift for you!" Saying this, Nicole reached for her bag's contents. There was a choice to be made; four rings from which to decide the step to take.

[icanfixthempolls]

In honor of @isuggestforcefem’s Forcefem February (thank you for your service, ma’am), for the rest of this month, fixing a character means feminizing them unless you specifically state otherwise. Have fun girlypops!

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇~ 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀

The Menu

🤍Pairing: pervert/subway groper! Kim Hongjoong x special agent! Reader (f)

🤍Au: sci fi,

🤍Trope: police/criminal

🤍Genre: smut

🤍Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🤍Warnings: ⚠dubcon/cnc⚠, pervert kink, outer job, breast play, praise kink, restraints (handcuffs), groping/molesting, ruined cum panties

🤍Word Count: 1,747

🤍Summary: as an agent of the special division devised to take down subway gropers, you slowly succumb to wanting to be a target instead of capturing yours.

🤍Day Twenty-Three: Seonghwa | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Five: Mingi🩵

Hongjoong was a pervert. You knew this, and it had been your utter downfall.

In the future, where perverts groping women on the autonomous trains and cars that took them wherever they needed to go became a problem due to the lack of humans policing anything within those confines, you became a part of a special task force that hunted down these perverts. Equipped with a device that could read sexual arousal in the air due to exhaling, it was your task to take down these men, one at a time. Or in multiples if the situation called for it.

There was one particular criminal with the pseudonym Laughing Gas, aka Kim Hongjoong. The man was known to walk around with a mask, presumably to halt the release of the chemicals that indicated arousal. However, the man was known to let out a shudder-inducing giggle before he began groping his next victim. The laugh, combined with the mask, led to his pseudonym.

You had been tracking him for a long time. At first, you attempted to capture him the minute he touched an unsuspecting individual, but Hongjoong seemed to always be one step ahead of you and got away. Then, you developed a system of allowing Hongjoong to get sucked into his fantasy, but that was your downfall.

You had watched him countless times grope and molest women; he drove them to whining, moaning messes with his hands and his cock. It wasn’t long before you developed a perverted need to feel what it was like to be whipped into a frenzy by Kim Hongjoong.

“I’m going in myself,” you announced to your boss.

Yeosang frowned at you over his desk, mid collection of Hongjoong’s file. “Are you serious?”

You nodded firmly. “I can’t risk any other innocent women, Captain. It’s gotta be me.”

Yeosang shook his head like he was unsure. “That’s like risking death to catch a serial killer.”

“Sir,” You met Yeosang’s eyes solemnly, “I have to catch him. Once and for all.”

So that’s how you found yourself, without backup, in a crop top and short skirt. You were grabbing the train during peak home travel time. You found the perfect spot, too, right by the door. It would appear as if you wanted a quick getaway, but you knew that the space where the doors opened up was Hongjoong’s favorite location to molest a target.

All it took was one jostled bump from another passenger, and you were pressed up against the glass of the door and someone’s front pressed to your back.

“Good evening, special agent,” a voice said from behind you. It was slightly muffled, as if something was covering it.

Bingo. Hongjoong had locked onto you. Except you weren’t as incognito as you planned on. He knew who you were?

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance finally, Laughing Gas,” you replied.

Hands ran up your ribcage and then lightly cupped your breasts. “No, special agent, the pleasure is all mine,” Hongjoong said, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

It took everything in you to not join the man. “Pathetic,” you hissed. “Shouldn’t you be running the other way? You knew this was a trap.”

“Oh but the honey was just too sweet,” Hongjoong hummed.

Those fingers gripped your breasts through the flimsy material and began to jostle them, feeling the weight of them in his hands. An errant thumb brushed against your nipple and you felt it tighten in response. So did Hongjoong.

“If I manage to bring you in, you’ll make my career,” you boasted.

“You’re making my career right fucking now,” Hongjoong growled.

Your shirt was yanked up unceremoniously, bralette not a concern, as he pulled and teased your nipples into stiff peaks. You had to swallow a moan that was threatening to spill from your lips and ruin your entire mask.

“Why just stop at molesting my breasts, hmmm? Isn’t my sweet hole a temptation, too?”

Hongjoong groaned. You knew he’d be biting down on his lower lip at this point, hungry for the next step, perhaps just as much as you were. You had seen him do it enough with all his other targets.

One hand abandoned your breast, in lieu of other spoils. It floated over your ass, soft, featherlight touches. “Do you know how much of a delight this is for me? The special agent dressed up just for me? All I have to do is flip over this skirt, and it’s all over for the both of us.”

“I wore a pretty thong just for you, Hongjoong. Because the minute you stick your cock inside of me, I’ve got you, you fucking pervert,” You cursed.

“Hmmm?” Hongjoong hummed, sounding dreamy and thoughts clouded with lust. “That sounds like a challenge, special agent. How about I just use your thighs?”

You almost whimpered. You wouldn’t get to feel his thick cock stretch you? This might be your only chance…

“I guess we’ll find out if I get my handcuffs on your wrists or not, won’t we?” You sneered.

“Oh, these handcuffs?”

You heard a click and your heart beat out of your chest. When the fuck had he dived his hands into your bag and fished those out? You looked up to confirm Hongjoong had indeed handcuffed you to one of the metal poles that you had been holding onto to brace against the door.

“You fucker,” You swore.

You had the key. It was around your neck. But to think that you now had one less hand and you were even more at the mercy of Hongjoong…made you simply wet in anticipation of what was to come.

You heard a belt jingle and a zipper being pulled down. Hongjoong gasped and hummed lightly as he must have rubbed his cock in preparation for you. “I’m so fucking hard for you, special agent. You’re all mine, at this moment, do you understand?”

You felt your thong being moved and then the push of Hongjoong’s cock against your wet folds. Hongjoong chuckled and it sent goosebumps along your skin. “You’re so wet for me. Either you really enjoyed your tits being played with or you’re the perfect target for me, special agent.”

You shifted on your feet, which caused Hongjoong to growl. “Stay still.”

Your underwear slid back into place, and you finally understood Hongjoong’s plan. Your underwear kept his cock in place and he began to rock his hips. His cock played against your wet folds, and while being stuck between your underwear as well, he fucked your thighs.

You bit down a whimper as the head of his cock played against your clit as his cockhead pushed against the front of your underwear. A swift look down confirmed the motion, your skirt pushing forward as his cock came out the other side of your legs.

One hand still groping your tit, Hongjoong placed the other on your hip and continued to fuck himself between your thighs. “There’s a good girl,” Hongjoong crooned. “You’re doing so well for me. Are you sure you’re here to catch me? Or are you here to finally get a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Sh-shut u-up,” you stuttered, barely able to keep your gasps in.

“Feels good, huh?” Hongjoong chuckled darkly. “Your body can’t hide what your lips search to. Why, special agent, are you enjoying getting molested by this pervert?”

“Absolutely not!” You whined, throat tight with need.

Hongjoong’s breathing kept hitting the back of your neck, hot and quick. “You feel so good like this, my perfect little target,” Hongjoong whimpered.

Your hips started to rock with the motions of Hongjoong’s dick rubbing against your hole and spreading your wetness to your clit and back again. This tease felt so fucking good and so fucking taboo. Hongjoong knew if he penetrated you, you could charge him to the full degree. But if he didn’t, there was a lower penalty for bringing him in. He knew the laws probably just as well as you did.

You had to get him to penetrate you.

“Please, Hongjoong,” you pleaded. “Are you tempted to fuck me?”

You clenched down on nothing but Hongjoong’s shaft felt the whispers of your pussy lips. He hissed at the hint that your cunt wanted him. His blunt nails dug into your hip harshly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, special agent.”

“You were right,” you whimpered. All matter of facade was lost. You needed Hongjoong inside of you for personal and professional reasons. “I love all of this. I couldn't wait to get your hands all over me. Now’s your only chance, Hongjoong. If you don’t fuck me now, you never will.”

Hongjoong groaned and lightly bit down on the nape of your shoulder. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“Come on,” you encouraged him. You pushed out your ass to a better angle for him to penetrate you. “Isn’t this the best prize? To fuck the special agent that’s been doing her best to capture you and put a halt to all your fun. Wouldn’t that be something to crow about, to have fucked me full of your cum?”

Hongjoong’s hips continued to rut against your ass and your dirty talk was a little too effective. Hongjoong didn’t penetrate you, but he sent you both towards your climaxes. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs and you watched as a wet spot formed on the front of your skirt. You choked on your orgasm, trying to keep it quiet.

“I think it’d be much better if we continue playing this game, special agent,” Hongjoong teased.

You felt him pull out from between your thighs, and when you turned around, he was already gone. He disappeared through the crowd. And you were still handcuffed to the damn metal pole.

You tapped your comms on your ear and sighed heavily. “Laughing gas has fled. I repeat, Laughing Gas has fled.”

“Status?” Yeosang’s voice sounded slightly static in your ear.

High off an orgasm from being molested in a subway car.

“I’m fine, Captain,” You said instead.

Hongjoong’s cum rubbed against your pussylips, having ruined your underwear and your life. Seemed like a pretty solid reminder that you had failed to capture him--and his dick. Perhaps there will be a next time.

In fact, you sincerely hoped there would be. You wanted him to imprint the shape of his dick inside of you.

Hongjoong wasn’t the pervert. It was, in fact, you instead.

🤍Day Twenty-Three: Seonghwa | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Five: Mingi🩵

[sanjoongie]

NO ONE SAW THE REVERSE OF PLUSHIE FUCKING COMING, NOT EVEN ME

^if it wasn't -30 outside, I was about to throw myself in a snow bank to bring myself back down to earth

^ 1000 yard star, contempting my life until this moment, hands over mouth

^ascends to the heavens much akin to listening to dune with the music stripped bare

I am adjusting my glasses, pacing my apartment, trying to figure out what to do with my life after this

PLUSHIE TIME ... mature one - shot (18+)

pairing : boyfriend!san x girlfriend!f!reader

genre : smut (this is just pwp), established relationship

word count : 1.7k

warnings : plushie fucking, humping, masturbation (f), clit play (i guess?), unprotected sex, big dick!san, degrading / humiliation kink, some cum play, name calling (slut, good girl)

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

note : a little something for february filth – if you like don't forget to reblog and leave a comment, thanks!

alone and bored, you find yourself missing your boyfriend with nothing but the plushie he gave you to keep you company.

the apartment felt quiet. you lay bored on your bed as you played on your phone, switching between games and tiktok. you rolled around, switching between laying on your back and stomach as you moved around restlessly. you wanted san to come home – having gone out with his friends to eat. he had invited you to go with him, but you honestly weren’t in the mood to socialize. 

maybe you should have gone to save yourself from this boredom. 

however, the feeling of boredom wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. you allowed your mind to wander to your lovely boyfriend… and his lovely body, hands, and most importantly his lovely dick. 

damn, you were horny now. with a huff you tossed your phone to the side, eyes drifting to the cute plushie san had gifted you, sitting on the bed next to you. its form slouched over from all your moving around. your fingers reached over to touch the soft fur of the plushie, it being a comforting reminder of your soft boyfriend. you couldn’t help but bite your lip as an idea formed in your head. 

“fuck it,” you mumble to yourself as you grab the slightly larger than usual plushie as you sat up.

quickly ridding yourself of your sleep shorts and underwear, you positioned the plushie beneath yourself. straddling it with slow, deliberate movements as you positioned it comfortably between your legs. the plushie’s soft body pressing against your bare skin, teasing you with its gentle touch – reminding you of how san often teases you. 

you couldn’t help but imagine san lying beneath you, his eyes filled with a dark desire, urging you on. as you began to move, you could almost feel the heat of his body, hardness of his cock beneath you. slipping between your wet folds. 

as you rolled your hips, you felt shivers of pleasure rush through you. the plushie’s fur tickled your clit, coaxing soft gasps from your lips. you imagined san’s hands gripping your hips and guiding you, setting your pace as his voice both praised and degraded you. a rush of heat sent through you, sweat forming and you immediately took your shirt off. tossing it somewhere in the floor for you to find later. 

your fingers danced over your skin, tracing from your thighs and up your stomach before you groped your own breast. squeezing them and pinching your nipples. “mmh, sannie,” you called out, breathlessly as you picture it was him and his hands skillfully touching you. 

your rocked your hips more as your pictured san’s thick cock filling you completely, stretching you out, and hitting that perfect spot that always made you cry out in pleasure. your pace quickened, friction building up a wanting tension within you. one of your hands traveled between your legs, parting your slick folds even more to find your throbbing clit. you circled it, your moans growing louder as you grew closer and closer to your release. 

you removed your fingers, looking at how your slick covered them before you’re shoving them in your mouth. licking them and tasting yourself, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head as you pictured san’s cock was in your mouth instead. your plushie’s fur rubbing nicely against your aching clit. 

the only thing able to leave your mouth was san’s name. you could imagine his mocking tone if he was to catch you, but you honestly didn’t care at this moment if he did. you could picture san beneath you, head thrown back in pleasure as he would hold back his climax. you could hear his voice groaning as you continued to rock your hips against your plushie. 

your cries filled the room as your pace quickened, the plushie slick with your arousal as you chased your climax. the plushie’s fur creating a good friction as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. until it eventually snapped, sending you over the edge with a loud cry of san’s name. 

your orgasm crashed over you as you collapsed onto the plushie. its head resting between your breast, smothering it like how you would with san. you let out deep breathes, heart pounding in your ears as you came down from your high. 

you hugged the plushie close to you, the image of san still heavy underneath your lids as you looked at the object you just used to get off. still feeling absorbed in your fantasy, you kissed the plushie. your lips moving rather passionately against the plushie’s stitched mouth. your tongue flicking out as if it was san you were kissing instead. 

your hips moved with a wild urgency, grinding against the plushie’s softness, each movement sending waves of pleasure over your body once more. its fur brushed against your aching clit, teasing it with every roll of your hips. your moans filled the room as you lost yourself in your need.  

you felt your world shrink to the size of your plushie beneath you. totally enraptured by the pleasure that you never heard the door opening behind you. only the startling feeling of thick hands grabbing your ankles is what brought you back down to reality. with a hitch breath you turned to meet san’s eyes. his full of lust and desire meeting your needy ones is what causes him to smirk down at you. 

“did i scare you?” he taunts with a smirk, head tilting to the side. 

your eyes darted down to look at his crotch, noticing the prominent bulge and signalling that he has been watching you for some time now. he suddenly began to move, his hands firm as he dragged the poor plushie away from you, this left your exposed and trembling with anticipation as you watched him. 

san grinned down at you as he repositions the plushie, its crotch now resting near your face while its nose nuzzled against your sensitive clit. the unexpected sensation sent a jolt through you and san let out a laugh at your reaction. san removes his clothes, his angry, red cock hitting his stomach. his tip leaking as he pumps himself to the sight of you slowly grinding against the plushie’s nose. 

you barely had time to process anything else as san comes over you, his body warm and hard, a solid weight that pinned you between him and the plushie. keeping you in place. he spread your legs wide, revealing your glistening arousal, pussy dripping with need. 

“look at you,” he taunts, voice low as a seductive growl leaves his chest. “so fucking desperate you had to hump your little toy. did you really think that could satisfy you like i can?”

“n-no!” you blurt out, his words degrading and making you flush with a mixture of both embarrassment and excitement. you felt san’s thick cock press against your entrance, teasing you with his tip before he’s thrusting into you. he fills you completely, his girth stretching you in an almost overwhelming way. your fantasies can never compare to the real deal. no matter how many times he’s fucked you. 

“is this what you wanted, baby? my fat cock stretching you and filling you up,” he says against your ear, his tongue licking along the shell of ear. 

san sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving deeper into you, claiming you completely. his hips slamming against yours in a way that left you breathless. your body arching to meet each thrust, your hands gripping the plushie almost painfully. the plushie’s hard nose against your clit with every movement, adding a layer of blissful pleasure that made you moan loudly. san’s hand snaked up to grip your hair firmly, allowing him to guide your head back to the plushie’s crotch that was covered with your juices. 

a wicked smirk painted his lips, “kiss it,” he commanded, voice full of mockery and authority that made you clench around him. “taste yourself, little slut. show your toy how grateful you are for all the pleasure it gave you.” 

you obeyed, lips pressing against the pushing down of his hand, moans muffled as he kept your head in place. your tastes yourself as your tongue licks against the fur. the act was a pure mixture of humiliation and ecstasy as each kiss and lick was punctuated by the relentless pounding of san’s cock. he continued to throw words of degradation at you, reminding you of your earlier actions. how you succumbed to your need in such a desperate, debauched way. 

“such a good girl,” he praises, voice dripping with amusement. “take it all, baby. let me see you come undone while you thank your little friend.” 

the room fills with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the slap of skin against skin, your muffled moans and cries as you feel yourself surrender completely to your pleasure and san. you feel your climax build up, tension coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust until finally, it snapped. 

it sent you spiraling into an earth-shattering orgasm. san’s own release followed quickly after. his hips stuttering as he came inside you, flooding your pussy with his cum. he held himself deep, savoring the moment of your walls fluttering around him before he slowly pulls out. he watches with satisfaction as his seed begins to drip out of you, running down the poor plushie’s face. both ends of it now coated in yours and his’s cum. 

you rolled over on your back, plushie still held closely as you flipped it back around. your eyes meeting san’s as your tongue lolls out and licks at the plushie’s face, cleaning it of san’s cum. the sight itself is nothing short of erotic according to san and he has to stop himself from getting hard again. his chest heaves as his hand comes to grip the head of the plushie tightly and rips it away from you. 

he instead presses his own lips against yours in a heated kiss. tongues tangling together, noses pressing against each other as the kiss is nothing short of sloppy and messy. when san pulls away, a string of salvia connects you both as you look at each other once more. san looked down at the plushie once more, admiring the evidence of your pleasure. 

he moved to lay against you, head buried between your breast and your hand comes to run through his dark locks. the memory of what happened tonight makes your heart race as you know what you will be thinking about the next time you are left alone.

[sweetcatmintea]

The Hidden Markets

Flash Fiction Friday (Saturday edition)! I decided to try writing for a dnd character I’ve been making (despite having never played and no idea how to play ;u; I can dream right) to try to get more of a feel for her. I hope you enjoy going on a romp with Pepper! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

Big thanks to @cawolters for organising FFF and to @pheita for hosting!

Prompt: Mermaid Lights

Words: 1184

Characters: Pepper

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To start an adventure, you must first be equipped to handle the hurdles ahead. That was the wisdom spurring Pepper forward as she hopped through the perfect smooth circle in the centre of the quartz barrier. An uninteresting lump of rock in a vast red desert to the dismissive eye, a satisfyingly formed smoky cube to the interested. To here, the entrance to the fae community she called home. Pawed feet hit cool sand with barely a whisper. If she wanted to avoid the hot, hot, hot, glare of the midday sun, it was only practical to start in the early morning, chasing the fleeing frozen night. She stretched her arms over her head, waking sleepy muscles with a pop. Eager as she was to start, she delayed, savouring the bubbly anticipation. Another step forward. One step closer to the grand adventure of her dreams. A step to the friends, the allies, and the enemies waiting ahead. To the fun and, of course, glorious trinkets and treasures.

Appreciation done, she was off. There was a fair way between her home and the hidden market but sensibility didn’t reach her. Her pace matched her eagerness. Caution to the wind, she darted over rolling dunes, around forests of cacti and thorned yellow flowers, and across craggy paths. Sprinting for sprinting’s sake, she was halfway there by the sun completed its ascent, forcing a retreat. Despite the regulation efforts of her large mouse-like ears, she was still a mere mortal to the sun’s glorious indifference. Pepper perched herself in the cool shade of an abandoned den jutting from a cliff face. The delay was frustrating (and completely expected) at best, but she was foolhardy, not an idiot. She’d have to wait to move again. At least she had lunch. Munching on chunks of baked sweet potato, she watched shadows grow, crawling over sands. Occasionally, a bird call would echo through the stillness, breaking the monotony of it all. It was peaceful. It was beautiful. It was also boring. Pepper had places to be.

Finally, a jackalope lopped in front of her. It was safe to move again. The rabbit eyed her lazily as she shoved her belongings back into her warn leather satchel. He probably didn’t see her as much of a threat, being almost as tall as she was. Rude. She could take him. But not now. She had a market to get to.

A hidden market isn’t as hard to find as you might think. Like most puzzles, it’s pretty easy to figure out retrospective of the answer. All Pepper had to do was pin a mirage in place and jump in. Somehow, the novelty of the fall and stark contrast of daylight and cave depths never seemed to wear off. She loved the markets.

The dim bloomed gradually with coloured stones as Pepper’s eyes adjusted. There wasn’t much illumination but there was enough to guide the way. Clatter and ruckus of merchants and patrons bounced up the walls of the chambers. If she listened carefully, she could just make out the hiss of shifting sands above. The ground was worn smooth by centuries of traffic. Soon enough, the tunnel opened into a massive cavern, bustling and noisy as deals were thrown left right and centre. Fabric stalls littered the mouth, trailing up the walls and poking out of every viable cave. Colour as far as the eye could see. Incense and dried spices peppered the air while fellow bards moulded clamour into music. Unable to hold back an excited wiggle, Pepper hopped from foot to foot, dancing on her toes. Her long tail nearly toppled other visitors as she weaved between their legs. She had to remember not to let it thrash like that. Darting ahead again, she skittered up the walkway to the higher markets, following it deep into the heart of the cave.

The space was massive. Not by design, but necessity. Behind a fabric laid table, surrounded by his wares, a mermaid reclined. His tail, more snake than fish, curled around him with delicate veils of fins toying with light cast from his creations. Long and graceful as he was tall and imposing, desert mermaids were titans in their own right. His hand alone dwarfed the tiny Pepper. She stood proud, greeting him with a voice far bolder than one unaccustomed to feeling small.

“Hail and well met!” She squeaked, “I’m here for a lantern!” Mer made lights were works of art. Living below the sand left them without a need for light but a creator’s soul and admiration for the world above made them skilled craftsmen.

“Hail and well met Little Mouse. What do you have to offer me?” He smiled down at her, resting his chin on his palm like a sculpture bought to life. Turquoise nestled around his arms in slivers of gold woven so fine they put spiders to shame. The problem with mermaids was not that they were unbuyable but that they had valuables in excess.

“I am Pepper, the Soon to be Renown bard! Would you accept my services in exchange for a lantern?”

“I do not need a song Pepper the Bard. There is music all around us.”

“You’re in luck then! I am not a singing bard. I am a story teller.”

His copper green eyes sparkled with mischief. “A deal; if your story can make me laugh, you may have this lantern.”

The doubt never reached Pepper’s face, a confident grin in its place. She would prove that she had the skills to do this. She told of an elf mistaking a jackrabbit for a bugbear, having only seen his reflection in a coin and fleeing before he could approach.

Nothing.

She told of an old wizard accidentally hexing his chair to run away when a guest tried to sit on it.

Not even a chuckle.

She didn’t come here to leave empty handed! But she was also running out of ideas. There was one more, but it was far from good.

“This one will get you, prepare to farewell your lantern! What do you call it when a grandmother gets up to mischief?”

He arched a brow. “I don’t know. What do you call it?”

She threw her hands out. “She-Nana-gans!”

Silence. Both parties eyed each other, Pepper still holding her hand in the air, grinning awkwardly, the mermaid with an almost shocked expression.

Until he snorted. “That’s really bad.” Chuckles made his voice jump. “I’ve never heard a worse joke!” Nevertheless, he didn’t stop laughing, overtaken by the absurdity. It really was a terrible joke.

When he regained himself, he accepted defeat with grace, plucking a staff from beside him. Gently, aware of his size, he dropped it into Pepper’s still outstretched hands. She was too shocked to remember to retract them. It had a good weight to it. Carved agate winding down in a rough spiral. A hanging lantern rocked from the top, filled with water and holding several opal-like pastel stones. No doubt crafted from his own shed scales.

“You win Pepper the Bard. The lantern is yours.”

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[nenestansunsthings]

Splashing

saturday stories! i missed last week's friday story so i'm really happy to have another chance to do this one! so! @cawolters and @inexorableblob here's my story! i've been finding a whole bunch of warmcore stuff so i have inspiration now! anyway let's go!

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"Oh, sorry!"

The summer festival is in wild swing, people cheering to music and converging into a massive crowd round the lake. It's still late morning, around ten A.M., with the whole throng creating an excited, carefree atmosphere that matches the festivities perfectly.

Of course, the whole thing isn't perfect. If it was, Maisie's pretty sure she wouldn't have knocked a girl straight into the lake.

"Are you okay?!" she asks, quickly kneeling down and grabbing tight hold of the other girl's hands. She's not that strong, but she's strong enough to at least make sure the girl doesn't sink. There's a surprised laugh, and the girl props herself up onto the ground, her legs kicking skillfully in the water.

Dad's going to kill me if she dies, Maisie thinks. Oh, thank god she isn't dead.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" The girl waves away Maisie's worry quickly, flashing a fearless smile and looking up at her with the brightest brown eyes she's ever seen. Her hair is sticking wetly to her face and her hands must have dirt clinging to them from where she's keeping hold on the ground, but all Maisie can think is god, she's pretty. "You just knocked me over, is all! I'm fine over here."

"Still, I should have been more careful." Maisie flushes, looking away from the site of her little accident. "I was carrying all these things for my dad and I was too focused on not dropping the basket and I bumped you and I'm really, really sorry!"

"Like I said, it's okay! At least I have an excuse to swim." The girl pushes away from the ground a little, keeping herself afloat just by the shore. "My name's Anne! What's yours?"

"Maisie." Do people normally introduce themselves right after these kinds of things? She thought that only happened in books and bedtime stories. "Are- Are your parents going to be okay with this? I mean, your dress is really pretty, and now it's all soaked-"

"That's fine, too. No-one minds." Anne waves a hand nonchalantly, once again convincing her that there isn't a problem. "You said you were carrying some stuff for your dad?"

"Yeah! He's operating one of the stalls, and he asked if I wanted to get some of the apples for him, and- oh, no!" Maisie looks further out onto the lake, where there are a few bright red apples bobbing away into the deep water she can't reach. "Oh, I messed up-"

Anne turns, catching sight of the same thing. "Those aren't that many. It's fine, right?"

I messed up, I messed up, I messed up-

Maisie is intensely aware of how close she is to crying right now.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Her new friend- friend? Is she a friend now?- turns back to her, concern making lines on her face. "Hey, no, don't cry! Do you want me to get them for you?"

"What? But-"

"I'll get them!" Anne declares, turning and propelling herself further into the lake with a splash that reminds Maisie incredibly of the one she made when she'd fallen. Maisie cries out, further fear spiking in her veins at the sight of Anne's dark form bobbing like the apples between the current. Her dad isn't actually going to kill her for losing some apples. But if she got a girl drowned she'd definitely go to prison, and that'd be even worse!

"Anne, no-!"

"I got one!" As if she hadn't given Maisie a heart attack, Anne swims a little closer to shore. She lobs a wet apple at Maisie proudly. It brains her in the forehead and plops back into the water, but Maisie gasps and pulls it back towards herself before it can float away. "I'll get the other two, don't worry!"

"I'm worrying! I'm worrying a whole bunch right now!"

She doesn't think Anne hears her. The girl is grabbing the remaining two now, taking a few moments to steady herself in the water before throwing them again. One lands on the ground beside Maisie, rolling to a stop a little behind her, while the other lands squarely on her lap.

"Score!" Anne laughs, making her way back with that bright smile still on her face. She is unfairly calm about this. Incredibly unfairly. "Again, thanks for giving me the excuse to swim, Maisie!"

"... You're welcome." Maisie looks away. She's not sure how exactly to respond to this. "Thank you for getting back my apples."

"Speaking of, shouldn't you get those back to your dad?"

"Oh, yeah!" Maisie shoots up, grabbing the three apples and shoving them quickly into the large basket she'd been carrying. "Right! Thank you! I have to go!"

"I'll see you sometime," Anne promises, waving Maisie off. "Bye, Maisie! Good luck getting to the stall!"

Distractedly, Maisie waves back before taking off towards her dad's stall. Maybe this time, she'll make it without any more accidents.

[smudged-glasses-writing]

#FFF25 - Mermaid lights

“You should come to visit me someday”, she says as the sun shines above us. “It’s not fair it’s always me who swims all the way here.”

I don’t bother telling her how far my village is from the seaside - I just smile playfully and dip my toes in the water.

“Your house looks like mine from here”

“It does not, she groans, splashing water at me, “and you know what I mean”

I do, and so I walk closer to her, until the ocean reaches my waist. “Good enough?”

Her mouth is strange, lipless and narrow, but her pout is obvious. “No, deeper” she closes the distance between us, takes my hand. “The colors are unlike anything up here, and the lights - you’ll have to see it for yourself”

Her skin is cold and soft, sheltered from the wind for years now. She brushes her fingers against my wrist, and I have no choice but closing my eyes and letting her lead me under.h

I don't open then again until I am fully submerged, unsure if I could tell the surface apart from the ocean floor - and I see her properly for the first time.

Her hair floats around her like a dark halo, graceful while I'm struggling not to sink. She's not quite smiling but she looks content, like it's absurd she could belong anywhere but here.

She laughs, and the sound dies at her lips and returns to me thousand times more.

The water stings my eyes, I feel it in my nose, my mouth, the back of my throat but then she leans in to kiss me, and her teeth gleam, and for a moment I breathe again. I'm left looking into her eyes, bright and dark as the universe.

"Follow me", she says. "the lights are not far away."

And I follow her deeper into the light.

- .... .- - .----. ... / .- .-.. .-.. --..-- / ..-. --- .-.. -.- ... -.-.--

It’s three minutes past 12, but I hope I caught the deadline anyway. Dedicated to @acecutiecharlie bc ae’s the best (and also mermaids, fuck yeah). @cawolters @pheita

[isuggestforcefem]

Forcefem February story: Nicole saves Ethan

Part three - Nicole

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

It's sometimes said that art is a conversation of sorts, between the artist and the viewer. In that way, forced feminization is kind of like art, too. There's a conversational element to it. Femnization is in conversation with itself, and both subject and perpetrator are, with each other.

Of course, that's not literal. It's always best to keep the subject in the dark, have her powerless, guessing as to her fate, unable to fight back. That said, when Ethan chooses to put on the strange magical ring with no second guessing, it can be understood as "Please miss Nicole turn me into a girl!". Nicole chooses to understand it that way.

Of course, that's not what Ethan says. That's not what he would ever ask. He doesn't want it, will speak his mouth. He likes himself as he is. But as for all arts, it's important to look beyond the text. To see beyond the "boy"'s words. For each of Nicole's victims, she reminds herself that she must look at actions, that it is important to look beyond the posturing, and into your subject's heart. What does Ethan's heart say to Nicole? If Nicole listens, she can hear it, swaying, yearning to be something else. Something lesser.

Usually, prey would be more suspicious. Refuse her gift, or put it in a drawer and forget about it. Usually, they would put up a fight. This little resistance pushed Nicole to want to play with her food, so to speak.

There was a simple plot one could enact, here. A magic weaved itself around the boy, through the ring, an net of thinly weaved spells, which would soon be ready to enrapture his mind. Standard procedure, then, was to wait until he was ready, able to be entirely consumed by the powers Nicole wielded. Yet, the thrill of the hunt clouded Nicole's thought. She yearned for more. She knew more could be obtained.

The threads as they currently wove themselves were soft, easy to bend. It would be so simple to Nicole, to reach into the magic, and reshape it into something more thrilling. Yes, it felt to her like the finest of temptations, truly, a fruit of taste unparalleled. She had to seize it.

She had no choice but to act.

This morning felt to Nicole like she was upon the brink of something great. She could smell change, the tide of a new world in becoming in the air.

Having put on her most innocent face, she headed outside, towards the place Ethan usually found himself, in fresh mornings. The inn was empty, in the early hours, safe for a dying fire, and a lost boy. Gathering herself, she approached him like she was a frail bird. She had a face to keep up.

The boy turned to face her, his face shining with joy and surpise. "Nicole! I did not expect you here today," spoke the boy. Nicole smiled kindly. This was where it began, she could feel it. Her heart raced with anticipation, her lip let out the question. "Ethan, could you meet me at the clearing in an hour? I have something to confess." Nicole's face grew red with anticipation. Ethan flushed softly.

"Oh- of course!" answered the boy. This was it.

The stream was quiet, today. It had not rained in a while, though the clouds indicated this would not last. Nicole had been pacing for a moment, now. The boy was late. There was a worry and a doubt, in her mind, that her true intentions had been uncovered by the village. That she would have to run. That doubt made itself quiet, however. She was hardly in danger.

Her plan was trivial. She had thought it over a hundred times, in her pacing. The boy would arrive. Pretexting some thing -- anything at all -- she would touch her ring, send him to sleep. With the boy unable to resist, she would be free to cast her magic. Then, there was only to wake the boy, and send him back to the village, and watch the magic unravel.

The only question that remained was of the magic to use.

The first thing to enrapture her temptation was the thought of wrapping the magic around Ethan's brain, to snuff him of any independent thought. He would not even notice it, for as long as Nicole wished it so. She could then return him to the town as a sort of pawn, moving around on her whims.

On the same thought, she could allow him the inependence he so deeply craved, while editing his desires. Make him yearn for things brand new, with a strength unparalleled.

However, she could instead weave the spells around his body, and thus begin a swift reshaping of it, into that of a pretty little girl. He would be a girl by the end, no matter what happened. But she could make it happen faster, and begin today.

Finally, she could instead attune the boy's body to the ring's aspect, allowing Ethan to turn into an obedient, pretty, porcelain doll, to be commanded around.

Temptation gnawed at her.

[poshinmom]

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[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇~ 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝑒𝓍

The Menu

💛Pairing: Actor! Choi San x Director! Reader (f) 💛Au: director au, actor au 💛Trope: established relationship 💛Genre: smut 💛Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 💛Warnings: shower sex, strength kink, nipple play (f), manhandling, overstim, unprotected sex, 💛Word Count: 1,519 💛Summary: you meet your husband in the shower after a long night on the red carpet, and are gifted with a scene making you wish you were a porno director instead. 💛 Day Three: Wooyoung | Masterlist | Day Five: Jongho💜

Don’t be late swirls in your head, the leftovers of a snap sent by your husband. You had a date with him in his hotel room after walking the red carpet. Being a director and lead actor had their perks. 

The elevator dinged merrily when you reached your penthouse suite at the top of a sweeping tower. You left no time in ditching the tall heels you had worn that evening and padded towards the bedroom. You had expected your husband to already be rolling around in the California king bed but he was nowhere to be seen. 

However, you did hear the shower coming from the master suite. You picked up the skirt of your long dress and tiptoed towards where you assumed your husband was. 

Your instincts paid off, finding his discarded suit carefully hung up as a hint to where he was. 

“Sannie~” You sang, pushing open the door to the bathroom. 

The water must have covered your callout because San did not turn around when you said his name. This also allowed you the pleasure and the privilege of viewing the broad expanse of his back. It rippled as he tipped his head under the shower head, arms moving to push his hair off his face. He turned around and every part of your lower half tightened. Even seeing him soft made you wet with anticipation.

Your mind spun with camera angles and you started to spin a tale of a movie that would require a shower scene. Perhaps a spy movie where San had to sluice the blood off his body? The camera would make sure to cover all of that bronze skin. 

“Are you making a movie in your head again?” 

San's deep voice nudged you out of your wet dream and back to reality. A satisfied smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “I can't help it when my husband is so photogenic.”

Completely wet, San walked out of the spray of the rain shower head and enveloped your body against his. The steam practically wafted off of him and you pressed your lips together. 

“Get out of your head and be in the moment with me,” San commanded, capturing your lips in a soft but sensual kiss.

“I can't help it!” You protested as San began to nibble along your jawline. “Also, you're going to ruin this dress. Do you know how much it cost me?”

“You did pay me a decent amount for the movie we just released,” San mused, lips now descending the column of your neck. “I'll replace it.”

The silk was wet and instantly ruined as soon as your husband pressed your body to his, hands on the small of your back. You quickly found that you didn't care because his lips had found your nipple and was currently biting it through the fancy fabric.

“San,” You moan, dragging your recently manicured nails down his back. “You're killing me here.”

San chuckled and released your nipple, if only to mimic shooting a gun with his hand; even going so far as to mouth the word ‘bang’. A teasing smile was painting his lips. As sexy as he could be in this moment, it had been his silliness that had won your heart in the first place.

“Since the dress is ruined anyways…” San grabbed the front of your dress with two fists and after a brief nod from yourself, he ripped it right down the front. Your entire body is on display for him now, the silk pooling at your feet.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” San moaned. 

“To get me naked?” You laughed under your breath. 

“To be alone with you in our room,” San murmured, pressing his lips to yours for another soul-searing kiss. 

You can’t help but wind your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Both of your jobs demanded that you be in the eye of the public, but in reality, both of you preferred to be caught up in each other’s presence, without the prying eyes. 

“I love you,” You managed to murmur into the kiss. 

“I love you more,” San insisted. 

He twirled you in his embrace and brought your body under the hot press of the shower, immediately making you wet. The water poured over you both as San refused to release you from his kiss. Once you were wet, he pressed your back to the cool tiles, causing you to gasp at the contrast of his hot body and the cold. San took this moment of shock manhandle you, putting one arm under each one of your legs until you had zero control over your own body. 

San rubbed his now hardened cock against your folds. Pressing his forehead to yours he said, “Tell me you’re ready for me to split you apart.”

“So ready,” You gasped. 

Despite the approval, San still fought for every inch as he entered you. You wished you had a camera to capture his ass clenching as he thrusted into you little by little. His grunts and nose scrunches only added to the moment as you felt him slowly but surely fill you out. 

“Fuck, fuck, San, Jesus,” You groaned yourself. 

San sent you a boyish and crooked grin, causing your heart to skip a beat. “Gonna come already? I’m barely inside of you.”

“Fuck you,” You chuckled weakly. “You and me both know you’re at the perfect angle for my g-spot, you little shit.”

San knocked his forehead gently against yours. “But I’m your little shit, don’t forget.”

You look down at San’s cock fully seated inside of you and raise your eyebrow. “How could I forget?” You said pointedly.

“If you come first, don’t worry, I won’t be far behind you,” San said offhandedly. 

Before you can comment further, San began to truly fuck you. With your back against the tile, and his arms under your legs, he led the pace. Not that you would have argued against it. You wanted to have had three orgasms by the time you had even one. You were simply a hole for your husband and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some relief comes when San isn’t faring any better than yourself at this point. His moans are echoing throughout the hotel bathroom, the steam of the shower making everything dreamy and hazy. He sucks in his lower lip and you wish you had some power to bring his head to yours, if only to be the one that is sucking on that lip. 

You come undone almost embarrassingly quick but can you truly be blamed when San knows exactly how to fuck you? You were almost hypnotized watching his stomach contract as his hips slap against your ass until your climax hit. You scream your husband's name and dig your nails into the back of his neck upon release. 

The thrusting does not stop, however, and soon you’re whining from overstimulation. Still, it’s a pre negotiated kink between husband and wife, so even with your protests, San fucked himself through your orgasm. Your cunt tightened upon your climax and it only provides an even better orifice for San to fuck. 

“Shit, Babe,” San slowed his thrusting, if only to edge himself. “You think I can make you come a second time?”

“Seriously?” You can’t help but say in disbelief.

“Rub your clit for me?” San suggested. “Help a guy out?”

You run a hand over San’s chest, scraping nails along his pecks, causing him to groan at the sensation, but still do as suggested. It’s especially easy when all you have to do is push your finger in along his cock to gather your own wetness to rub yourself.

San’s eyes widened at the sensation. You know he’s noting that for later. You’ll imagine back home he’ll want to incorporate some toys the next time he fucks you.

You vigorously rub your swollen clit while San picks up his pace again. You’re both moaning, if for different reasons, but the result is the same: both of you are spurred on to come for each other. 

San fell apart first, coating your insides with his cum. His higher pitched moan is all it takes for you to clench around him a second time, the dual sensation of his cock and your finger making easy work of your body. 

“You better plan on carrying me to the bed, Choi San, because I don’t think my legs will work after that,” You announced.

San laughed gleefully, his male pride apparent. “Yes, ma’am.” 

After some brief clean up and the addition of the hotel robes, the two of you are cuddling in the large bed, just as you imagined.

“Fucked my wife so good she couldn't even walk to bed after,” San murmured to himself.

You can’t help but laugh under your breath. “Yes, San, now shut up so your wife can get some rest.”

You fall asleep with San’s lips pressed to your forehead and a good ache between your legs that you know you will not regret the next day.

💛 Day Three: Wooyoung | Masterlist | Day Five: Jongho💜

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒~ 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑒

The Menu

🩶Pairing: Bunny! Hybrid! Park Seonghwa x Space Transport Pilot! Reader (f)

🩶Au: scifi au, space au, hybrid au

🩶Trope: s2l

🩶Genre: smut

🩶Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🩶Warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, power bottom! reader, pleasure top! seonghwa, degradation kink, begging, dacryphilia, begging, dumbification, nipple play(m), verbal teasing, praise

🩶Word Count: 1,212

🩶Summary: when you agree to take on a stray bunny hybrid as a passenger on your transport, you had no idea you'd hit your fertile cycle and lure Seonghwa into a rut

🩶 Masterlist | Day Two: Hongjoong🤍

The lewd noise of squelching fills the cockpit of the ship, Limitless. You aren’t entirely sure anymore where Seonghwa ends, and you begin. All you know is that his cock is the source of your neverending pleasure and you aren’t keen on giving that up anytime soon. You have been riding him in the pilot's chair for who knows how long now, clothes only partially pulled aside or barely discarded in a rush to fuck, fuck, fuck.

You spoke between gasps and pants, unable to halt the movement of your hips. “When you said…you were…a bunny hybrid…you really weren’t…joking.”

“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa whines, even as his hips cant upwards. “I didn’t think this would ever happen.”

Seongwha’s floppy ears bounce with every thrust into you. You push a hand through his hair, brushing his ears as well, and find them just as soft as you hoped.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “The days are long in a transport vessel. This will make them interesting.”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. He tips his head back and pushes his lips out. “Please.”

The bunny hybrid is addicted to kisses, just as much as his cockhead is addicted to kissing your uterus. His length is literally meant to put babies into you. In fact, he has already come so much that the noises echoing in the cockpit are literally him fucking his cum back into your already full and swollen cunt.

As you slant your lips across his rather plush ones, Seonghwa’s fingers dig into your hips, curving into your ass. “More,” he moans into the kiss.

You plunge your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, tongue lazily engaging with his and your cunt pumps him for more cum. You aren’t sure if crossbreeding is even a thing, but you are past the point of caring, honestly. You just want to hear the desperate mewls of the bunny hybrid under you.

“I’m gonna--” Seonghwa’s pained expression indicates that he is truly close to coming again. “I’m gonna come!”

“Fill me up, handsome,” you purr, and then he unloads inside of you.

You ride him through his high, stopping only after a few pumps to raise yourself above his cock. You both moan in unison as his still-hard cock slips out of your sopping wet cunt. Still, you remain above him, his cum pouring out of your gaping hole.

Seonghwa’s Adam’s apple bobs as he watches. “Don’t do that,” he whines.

“You’re doing such a lousy job of keeping me full, Seonghwa,” you coo mockingly. “Look at it all coming out again! Guess you have no choice but to fuck me some more, hmm?”

The bunny hybrid whimpers tragically. “I’m doing my best.”

You carefully step off your pilot’s seat, legs barely able to handle your own weight. You move over to the navigation console and lean over it tantalizingly. You can feel Seonghwa’s cum dripping down your thighs and you know he has a perfect view of what you’re feeling.

“Are you?” You prompt him, throwing a challenging look over your shoulder.

Seonghwa makes a pitiful noise in the back of his throat and gets up from the cum-soaked seat that he has been glued to. His long fingers skim over your ass and he ruts his wet cock up against your ass cheeks. “I keep filling you up but you keep letting it all come out,” he murmurs in a sulky tone.

“Oh, it’s my fault that you aren’t keeping me plugged up and full of your sweet cum?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “Perhaps I should take my pussy elsewhere and you can try to keep my seat full of your cum instead.”

The hands that have been meandering over your ass tighten in possessiveness, and you feel a triumphant grin pull at your lips. “No. I need to be inside of you. Don’t leave me.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s neck. He’s in near-tears from the threat of you taking your hole away from him. “You gonna do a better job then?”

Seonghwa’s nose twitches, and his foot begins to tap impatiently. “I can do it. Give me one more chance. Please?”

You can’t help but fondly bop his nose. The stars reflect in his eyes, and you can not deny him anything in this moment. “I’ll give you one more chance but--”

You gasp as Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist and hefts you up onto the console. With a hand pressed into each of your thighs, Seonghwa spears into you without any guidance. His eyes roll into the back of his head with the pleasure of being sheathed inside of you once again.

With tiny thrusts, he’s already dumb again. “So good, so good, so good,” he chants.

Your hands are free, and that gives you the opportunity to play with Seonghwa’s pebbled nipples. His shirt has a cheeky slit that makes it easy to reach in and do so. As a result, Seonghwa thrusts into you sharper than he had been.

“Oh god Seonghwa, fuck, just like that, handsome,” You groan.

Seonghwa bites down on his bottom lip and leans in to jack-hammer into you. “I like it when you squeeze me when you come,” he whispers shyly.

You run the back of your finger over Seonghwa’s cheek. “There’s a good bun.”

Seonghwa whines again, collapsing on top of you fully. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. The only space between the two of you is where he lifts his hips to fuck into you. “Wanna make you come,” He murmurs into your neck.

“Oh, it's not just all about you, hmmm?” You can't help but tease.

Seonghwa gently brings his teeth down on your shoulder. It's not a threat; it's more of a way for him to focus. “You're so warm and good to me. Wanna make you feel good, too.”

Your hands get tangled up in Seonghwa’s hair as you feel your climax soon approaching. The rate that he's thrusting into you guarantees that you'll be coming soon. “Hnnnnn, Seonghwa,” You moan.

“Come, pretty, come for me. Make your pretty moans, please. All I want to feel is you clench around me. Please, you're so warm and tight and--”

“Fuck!” You cry out and do just that. Your toes curl as you run through your umpteenth climax, each one better than the next.

Seonghwa whines, and you feel him spurt inside of you, coming little after you squeeze him with your climax. “Gonna fill you up, and it's gonna stay there,” he says into your neck.

You trail the tips of your fingers listlessly along the nape of Seonghwa's neck. “Good job, Bun.”

The bunny hybrid lifts his head so that he can meet your gaze. “Truly?” He wonders, lips pushed out and eyes looking for more praise.

You push some hair out of his eyes, and he blinks cutely at the gesture. “Truly.”

He rests for a moment, having completed his purpose. If not for the faint twitch of his cock calling him back to battle.

“One more time,” Seonghwa whispers against your skin. His hips push against yours, pelvis grinding into your clit.

“I've got time,” You can't help but grin.

🩶 Masterlist | Day Two: Hongjoong🤍

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃~ 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸𝓈

The Menu

❤️Pairing: Forest Elf! Kang Yeosang x Mountain Dwarf! Reader (f)

❤️Au: fantasy au, lotr au, elf au, dwarf au

❤️Trope: friends to lovers

❤️Genre: smut

❤️Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❤️Warnings: aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), motorboating?, breast play, oral (f), outer jobs, cowgirl, 69, size kink if you squint, multiple orgasms until exhaustion

❤️Word Count: 1,625

❤️Summary: when yeosang escorts you through the forest back to your mountain, you come across a part of the forest that has changed, including a rather interesting flower with some lusty influences

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

“Yeosang… are you sure this is the way?” You asked uneasily. 

As a dwarf, you were already terrified of being in a forest where the trees were alive. But the deeper you travelled with your elven escort, the more the forest started to feel…off.

“Of course this is the way. Do you know how many centuries I’ve been travelling this path through the forest to get to the mountains?” Yeosang said, his arrogance intertwining his voice. 

Still, you couldn't help but want to grab your axe, even though you knew the motion would offend the trees. Yeosang had scolded you earlier when you had not strapped your axe to your back upon entering the forest. But your instincts, the same that had once saved you from a cave-in while mining, were blaring in your head.

“Do you not sense that?” You persisted. “Yeosang, please, pause for a moment. The forest seems darker; more menacing.”

Yeosang waved you off a second time. “That’s simply your dwarven fear of the forest. It’ll pass. I’ll sing you a song if you like to keep your mind off of it.”

Although you were never one to say no to hearing your best friend’s singing voice, that had the depth of your natural habitat, even with the allure of it softly lilting through the air, you still had an unease in your shoulders.

You breathed in and out deeply, in order to settle your nerves, but instead, your body started to feel some type of way. Your lower half tightened as if you had just completed an hour of foreplay. Why the hell would you feel turned on in a moment like this? Did you have a fear kink?

“Perhaps I spoke too soon,” Yeosang grunted ahead, halting his singing.

“What’s wrong?” This time your hand does reach behind you for your axe. 

Yeosang turned around and your eyes went immediately to the very apparent, throbbing cock in his pants. “There is something wrong with the forest. And I fear it is affecting me.”

Your mouth began to fill with saliva at the thought of Yeosang’s cock. You shook your head in an attempt to shed such thoughts. Yeosang was an elf. It was okay to be friendly with them, and even though Yeosang lived in an elven community that was housed in the mountains, it was still frowned upon to have any intermingling beyond a friendship. 

You threw any ‘I told you so’s’ out the window and decided that speed would be best. “Let’s get out of here-- and quickly.”

You started to walk briskly but Yeosang’s arms halted you. “Wait, tarry a moment.”

Your body was hot and your lower half was wet and you knew something was very wrong. “We have to flee, Yeosang, what are you--”

Yeosang swallowed loudly. His pupils were blown. He licked his lips and said, “I wish to taste you.”

Your eyes widened at Yeosang’s words. “You know not what you speak of, friend. Please, let us leave!”

Yeosang shook his head and fell to his knees. “My mouth craves your sweet cavern.”

You squished Yeosang’s head between your hands. “You’ve gone mad.”

“I will go mad if you do not let me please you,” Yeosang insisted. 

To prove his point, Yeosang proceeded to push his face between your breasts, almost snuggling into them as if they were pillows to be enjoyed. You moaned, feeling far more sensitive than you normally were. That only encouraged Yeosang to grab two handfuls of your breasts and massage them properly, his head still plunged in their depths.

“We are in the middle of a forest, Yeosang!” You protested.

“And you are a plum that I would like to taste,” Yeosang replied, words slightly muffled. 

Yeosang mouthed at the swell of your breasts, groping you through your clothes, making his way down the center of your torso. His hands found the waistband of your pants and his eyes rolled back up to you. 

“Are you wet? Is your slickness running down your legs as you speak? Do you ache for something inside of you? Please tell me you are affected like I am at this moment,” Yeosang pleaded.

You wove your hand through Yeosang’s long hair, tracing the braid along his temple. “I feel it, Yeosang, but we are friends. And you are an elf and I am a dwarf. We cannot act on these feelings.”

Yeosang snarled, feral and dark. “They can shove those rules up their asses. I want to trace your folds with my tongue.”

You whimpered softly and Yeosang slowly smiled. “Do you like the sound of that, my brilliant ruby?”

Your mind was becoming clouded with lust and soon all your logical and reasonable thoughts were fleeing. You found yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I like the sound of that very much, Yeosang.”

Yeosang moaned and then swiftly, he was pulling your pants off. He had your back up against a dark tree, and a leg thrown over his shoulder. His long fingers were parting you, baring your cunt to the cool forest air and you shivered. It was quickly remedied when he brought his hot, wet tongue to your folds, licking you from hole to clit as if to savor his first taste of you.

Your lust provoked you to push Yeosang’s face further into your cunt. You needed more than faint flickering's of his tongue. His nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue found your hole, pushing in and out. You grinded your cunt down on his face as if it was the very thing you needed for survival. 

Yeosang pulled your hands from tangling up in his hair and climbed up your body once again. His face was covered in your slick but you couldn't find an ounce of shame in it, only a burning need for more from him. 

“If my cock does not fuck your tight little cunt this very moment I fear I will go mad,” Yeosang admitted with a dark growl.

“Get inside of me right now,” You snarled back. 

You changed positions, Yeosang with his back against the tree now and you straddling his now naked lower half. You gripped Yeosang’s cock firmly in both hands and guided it to your wet hole. It was hard to smear your wetness over Yeosang’s cockhead because he continued to thrust up, sloppily rubbing against your clit and rubbing your wetness on your outer folds. 

“Hold still, you fool,” You hissed. “You fuck nothing but thighs.”

Yeosang’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Yes, let’s do that too.”

You squealed as you found yourself bent over on the ground now. Yeosang’s lengthy torso laid itself over you as he directed his cock between your closed thighs. His cock pushed through your plush thighs and he groaned at the stimulation. 

Peering at your crotch upside down, you could view his cockhead playing peekaboo through your thighs. The sight alone made you moan, however, his cock was rubbing against your folds and your clit, curved and velvet-hard that it was. 

It was debased and you weren’t even fucking but somehow it matched the fervor you both felt in this moment. You were like animals in heat, unable to deny what your baser instincts were calling for: simply release. 

You watched with avid interest as Yeosang fucked your thighs until he released in a frenzy on the soil. You found your climax yourself, Yeosang’s curved cock finding your clit over and over again until it sent you over the edge. It wasn’t a world-shattering climax but it was enough to fill the void for the most part…

But one release was simply not enough. Yeosang had you straddle him and he raised you up and down his shaft until you both came a second time. The third was sampling each other’s wares, in a position of your cunt held over his face as you knelt and took his cock in your mouth. By the fourth time, the two of you lazily rubbed your pelvises together, the slow ember of lust coaxed between the two of you. 

“Yeo-Yeosong,” You panted. 

“One more,” Yeosang cajoled, “You can do it.”

Your cunt is swollen with lust and multiple orgasms and still Yeosang’s cock remained hard and continued to spurt on his stomach even as you both came, groaning in unison. You were both a sweaty mess, clothes half forgotten, and breathing labored.

You felt your body finally relax, the lust finally running its course. “What in Durin’s Beard was that?”

“I have once heard… of dangerous pollens… that made a group of elves descend upon each other like ravenous wolves in lust but… I thought it men’s tales… or lusty thoughts of lesser dwarves…” Yeosang said between gasps.

You sent your best friend a glower. “Glad to see you’ve re-acquired your elvish arrogance.”

“That wasn’t abhorrent,” Yeosang admitted, using a leather cord to tie up his hair. 

You sighed heavily and began to gather your clothes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, I guess.”

“Do you think…” Yeosang paused and you froze as his words held in his throat. “We could do that again?”

You whipped around, clutching your clothes to your chest. “Again?”

Yeosang avoided your gaze, a pretty pink blush spreading on his face, only highlighting his birthmark. “Yes.”

You clucked your tongue. “I’m not so sure since it was only ‘not abhorrent’ to you.”

“It was amazing,” Yeosang gushed. 

You looked at your best friend's face and found his eyes were lit up with happiness and your chest constricted. Perhaps it was the pollen that got you here but now that it had happened, your heart might not be able to be swayed the other way.

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒮𝒾𝓍~ 𝒫𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝒮𝑒𝓍

The Menu

🖤Pairing: kitty hybrid! Jung Wooyoung x human owner! Reader (f)

🖤Au: nonidol au, hybrid au, FFF 23 part 1, and FFF 24 part 2

🖤Trope: established relationship

🖤Genre: smut

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, bratty sub! Wooyoung, pleasure top! Reader

🖤Word Count: 1,572

🖤Summary: you take wooyoung out to a hybrid café, and as typical of your bad kitty, wooyoung acts up in the most delicious of ways

🖤 Day Twenty-Five: Mingi | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Seven: Yunho💙

Your heart swelled at your happy hybrid. Wooyoung was having a good time out and about in public. With his new collar merrily jingling as he adjusted in the chair he was sitting in in the cafe. It was a safe place in public to accompany your hybrid. And it was so nice to see Wooyoung enjoying himself.

“We can come here again, right?” Wooyoung bounced in his chair with a bright grin.

“As many times as you like, Wooyoung,” You assured him.

Wooyoung, for all of his enjoyment of your company, was quite the social cat, as it turned out. You had yet to see him so vibrant and so you would pull yourself from your garage and your projects and allow Wooyoung the socialization he so craved.

Wooyoung sent you a mischievous smile and you swallowed. He was about to push his glass onto the floor and make it break, metaphorically, of course. “We can come as much as I’d like?”

“Wooyoung!” You scolded him.

It was only as effective as to make Wooyoung’s grin wider. “Is that not what you said?”

“Be good,” You warned him, eyes flitting around, seeing if anyone else was overhearing your conversation.

Wooyoung grabbed his drink, gulped down many swallows and then let out a noise of contentment. “I am.”

“No, you are not--”

“Wooyoung!” A bouncy silver bunny hybrid bounded over. “We’ll see you again, right?”

Wooyoung smiled sweetly. “Of course, Seonghwa. I can’t wait.”

You sipped your own drink quietly but it could not hold the happy smile beaming on your face. Wooyoung’s face softened for a moment.

“You do really get happy when I’m happy, don’t you?”

“Wooyoung, you know all that I have ever wanted is for you to be happy,” You sighed.

Wooyoung leaned forward, one of his kitty-cat fangs peaking past his lips. “And if making me happy meant taking me to one of the bathrooms to relieve me of a certain problem?”

Your eyes widened. “Surely you don’t--”

Wooyoung reached over and grabbed your hand and was tugging you to the back rooms before your brain could catch up with your body. You tried to tug back and dig in your heels, but Wooyoung was determined to get exactly what he wanted. And although he was submissive to your touch, he was truly the one that directed your life.

Once the two of you were sequestered in a small bathroom, and the door locked, Wooyoung dipped his head to your neck and began to mouth there.

“What has got you so worked up?” You murmured, your hand naturally finding the nape of his neck and sneaking under his collar.

“I’ve been a bad kitty,” Wooyoung moaned, mouth lowering until he could follow the line of your button up shirt and into the swell of your breasts.

You couldn't help but press Wooyoung’s mouth to you eagerly. The feel of his rough kitty tongue against your sensitive skin was not something you could deny yourself, despite the public setting.

“How have you been bad, Wooyoung?” you growled.

“Do you remember Seonghwa from earlier?” Wooyoung nipped at the swell of your breast, causing you to groan in response. “My fingers might have accidentally brushed against his dick. And his against mine. His was innocent and curious. Mine was not.”

You yanked back on his collar, lifting Wooyoung’s head from your bosom. Wooyoung’s eyes were blown and his Adam’s apple worked hard against his collar as you slightly choked him. “Wooyoung! You cannot be doing such a thing in public. And with a stranger no less. I’m going to have to find Seonghwa’s owner and apologize.”

Wooyoung licked his lips lazily, the tip finding his freckle, as he often did when he was satisfied with himself. “Why apologize? She’s probably got a horny bunny humping her by now. Or him. I dunno who his owner is. Who cares? I’m hard,” Wooyoung whined. “Please, can we play here? Play with me!”

“You are such a bad kitty!” You hissed. “No, I will not play with you here. All you do is cause shit and expect to get rewarded for it. Not this time.”

Wooyoung pouted. “But it would make me happy.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew he was manipulating you, of course you did! But you were such a weak person when it came to Wooyoung. You couldn't help that the hybrid that came home with you from the scrapyard was so starved for attention that he would act out and it hurt something in you to see someone wounded as such. You had promised yourself that you would do anything to keep him healing. And if it was to fuck him in the bathroom in a cafe, well, who were you to stand in the way of that?

“I love you, Jung Wooyoung,” You said softly. You kept your finger under Wooyoung’s collar and brought it to the front. You flicked the tag that declared him yours. “I would do anything for you.”

Wooyoung knocked his forehead playfully against yours. “Play with me,” He said, his words whispering against your lips. “Show me.”

You pushed Wooyoung back towards the toilet. He sat down, eyes dancing with interest. “Very well then, Wooyoung. I will play with you in this dirty bathroom. Such a naughty kitty,” You murmured.

You could see Wooyoung’s cock twitching in his baggy pants. “And what are you going to do about that?”

You crouched before Wooyoung. “How dare you let someone touch you without my permission, you bad kitty.” Your fingers briefly brushed against his cock. “Perhaps I might make your cock weep but not touch it.”

Wooyoung groaned loudly. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

Your hand fished into your purse and you found the leash that you are required to use with Wooyoung when walking down the streets. “Or…” You swung the leash in your hand. “Leash you and hold you against my pussy and make you eat me out?”

Wooyoung’s ears flickered and his tail curled around your arm. “I love that you remember everything I say.”

“I commit all your dirty thoughts to memory, Wooyoung,” You whispered, wrapping your leash around your hand. “Whatever it takes to keep you happy, kitty.”

Wooyoung grabbed your head in his hands and kissed you. It was near bruising with its ferocity. “I love you too,” Wooyoung reciprocated.

You dropped the leash, hiked up your long skirt and Wooyoung pulled down his sweats quickly. Your tongues clashed as you both fought for control. You straddled Wooyoung, digging your hands into his hair and rubbing his soft ears. Wooyoung moaned in your mouth and dug his hands into your ass cheeks, kneading them like he was ought to do.

“I’m going to milk you for all your work, you naughty kitty,” You said between kisses. “Do you think your dick can handle that?”

“I may not be in my rut but I feel like you might make me start up again,” Wooyoung responded.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly. That morphed into a moan as Wooyoung bucked his hips so that his cock could brush your wet folds. You were so goddamn wet for our hybrid kitty. “You’re going to be quiet, Wooyoung, otherwise someone is going to knock on that door and know what we’re doing.”

You clamped a hand over Wooyoung’s loud mouth as he eagerly nodded. Then you used your other hand to angle his engorged length to your hole and you lowered yourself down. You had to bite down a groan of your own as you slowly but surely took him within yourself. Once he was fully seated inside you, you started to rock your hips slowly.

Wooyoung’s tongue glided along the seam of his lips unconsciously, and in doing so, ran along your hand. You could feel the cheeky smile beneath your palm. He braced the muscles of his pelvis so that you could more easily bounce on his length. You gasped at the sudden impact. Your hand fell off his mouth and gripped his shoulder instead. His sweater had fallen off his shoulder and so now you had his bronze skin under your hands instead.

Wooyoung’s eyes were hooded as you rose and lowered yourself on him. “That’s it, ride me, pretty. Ride me and suck me dry.” His hands urged your hips forward, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

“Wooyoung,” You sighed his name.

“Gonna come already?” Wooyoung teased. “And I thought I was the desperate one.”

Your hand gripped his hair harshly and you yanked his head back. Your mouth descended down on his in a rough kiss that had you both moaning into each other’s lips. And then you came. You came hard and tangled your tongue with his. The clenching of your walls sent Wooyoung over the edge, along with the faint tugging of his hair as well. As your hips slowed their movement, you could feel Wooyoung’s tail around your waist now.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung murmured against your lips. “You make me very, very happy.”

“It would make me happy if you walked out of this cafe with my cum filling you up and your panties the only barrier keeping it from gushing down your thighs,” Wooyoung giggled.

“Naughty kitty,” You snarled without any heat behind it.

“But I’m your naughty kitty,” Wooyoung said in a husky voice. “And that’s all that matters.”

🖤 Day Twenty-Five: Mingi | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Seven: Yunho💙

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃~ 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀

The Menu

🖤Pairing: Alien! Jung Wooyoung x Abducted human! Reader (f)

🖤Au: sci fi, alien, Breed au

🖤Trope: s2l

🖤Genre: smut

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: tentacle kink, oral kink, breast play, vaginal penetration, use of toys?, anal penetration, dirty talk, pet names (wooyoung calls you Babe, just like San does, cuz he's a cute little alien that doesn't know any better) hand job, anal (m), mutual masturbation?, rimming, voyeurism

🖤Word Count: 1,263

🖤Summary: Wooyoung kidnaps you from San’s arms to try his new ideas of what the ship could do to you--and him--and the alien is very good at finding loopholes to his captain's orders

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

You were in a predicament. It was enjoyable because the shame of it made your stomach curl with desire, but it was a predicament nonetheless.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said as he paced around you in the observation room. “Everyone of your holes is stuffed, and you couldn't be happier, huh?”

Your noise of agreement was a bit muffled, due to the smooth, metal tentacle fucking your throat but the message still got acrossed.

“You humans simply amaze me, Babe,” Wooyoung continued to walk circles around you. “Especially yourself. You never seem to be satisfied. Even when the purpose is to be pumped full of semen, you still want more.”

Wooyoung had yet gotten permission to fuck you from Hongjoong. But Hongjoong had not commanded Wooyoung to not experiment on you. And what was the use of his brain, as lead engineer and robotics, if not to change the ship around to his liking and see just how far you'd go for pleasure.

Currently, many cables wrapped around your stomach, arms, and legs binding you in a compromising position. Your arms were behind your back, your legs tied around your bent legs to keep your pussy exposed and the ones around your waist were to hold you aloft. Your head was hanging upside as one tentacle fucked your throat. Two tentacles wrapped around each breast, undulating in a spiral to squeeze your tits. You had a very thick and rigid tentacle in your cunt, occasionally bumping against your cervix. And, of course, one in ass, moving the opposite direction of the one inside your cunt. 

“Of course, everything is self lubricating,” Wooyoung continued to provide you with a running commentary. “I even adjusted some of them to mimic tongues on your nipples.”

You raised your head and watched with avid interest as two ends of the tentacles that were wrapped around your breasts opened up and ‘licked’ your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned past the tentacle fucking your mouth.

“I knew you'd like that,” Wooyoung whispered loudly.He crouched by your head, eyes watching as the tentacle in your mouth moved in and out of your lips. 

If only San could see now! He'd be pleased you were living a hentai fantasy, and he'd also be pleased to be viewing his own. Alas, San was sleeping off his very busy day of guiding aliens on how to fuck you when Wooyoung ordered the ship to literally pick you up from your room and deliver you to himself.

“Look at how the ship satiates your every need,” Wooyoung purred. 

His hands hovered over your body but he did not touch. He would not rebel against a direct command from his captain. But you could feel the heat radiating from them.

You whined, and Wooyoung motioned with his eyes for the tentacle in your mouth to be removed.

“Woo…Wooyoung,” you panted. “What about you?”

Wooyoung tipped his head in consideration. “Hongjoong said I can't have sex with myself, but he never mentioned the ship!”

Wooyoung bent over as if to kiss you in happiness, much like he had seen you do with San, but stopped himself short. He smiled mischievously. “Almost had me there.”

You whined. “You're really not going to touch me?!”

Wooyoung shook his head, making a noise of disagreement. “Nope,” he affirmed with a pop of his lips. “But we can still have some fun, right? Watching each other get off. It's our thing, isn't it?”

With a gleam in his eyes, Wooyoung was suddenly seated in the same bench set up that you had seen him in when he was spying on you and San after Seonghwa had fucked you. “This time, I'm gonna see what my fingers couldn't."

Wooyoung’s legs were spread, much like your own. The shiny metal against his bronze skin was just as great of a view as it had been on Sannie. Only the tentacle that wrapped around Wooyoung’s cock was the same that was licking your nipple. So he was getting squeezed good and the head of his cock licked.

“Oh!” Wooyoung melted, his eyes fluttering shut as the ship took care of him.

“That's not fair,” you muttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s eyes opened slightly, hooded now with lust. His tongue came out to lick the freckle on his lip. “What's not fair?” He said in a husky voice.

“That the ship is giving you head!” You huffed. “I'm much better.”

Wooyoung’s nails dug into his plush thighs, and his hips started to rock upwards. “I want that. I want you to perform the oral on me so badly. But Hongjoong--!”

“If I could wring that aliens neck, I would,” you grumbled. “He's ruining all the fun. It's called experimentation! You're supposed to fuck around!”

“If I'm good. Maybe… Maybe you and San can show me… What it means… To be with a man and a woman.”

Oh fuck.

You and San would absolutely wreck Wooyoung if that was what the alien wanted. Your pussy throbbed with the thought of Wooyoung sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. 

The tentacles moved you so suddenly, You squealed as it held you aloft over Wooyoung. You both had the perfect views of what the tentacles were doing to each other. 

The other benefit was that your cunt was so drenched with your slick and the ship’s lubricant that it began to drip down on Wooyoung’s… hole that was currently empty. Wooyoung moaned so loudly you thought he had come. 

Instead, a small, delicate tentacle barely the thickness of your pinky began to lap at Wooyoung’s hole. It mixed your wetness and the lubrication around his puckered hole, and then it simply slipped inside.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is what I was missing!” Wooyoung's back bowed as his pleasure intensified.

Your breath caught at the sight of Wooyoung getting pleasured by the ship's ropes. “Come with me, Woo,” you encouraged. 

“Is this something you could do for me?” Wooyoung whined back.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when Hongjoong lets you off your short leash,” you moaned.

“Mmm, yeah?” Wooyoung bit down in his lip now, clearly enjoying himself.

Your whines were starting to come more frequently. You could feel another tentacle licking your clit, only adding to the plethora of sensations the many tentacles were giving you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm gonna come. Come with me, hmm? Spray your pretty pink cum all over yourself for me, huh? Show me what you can do.”

Wooyoung was quick to come. For other guys, it might have been embarrassing, but for Wooyoung, who didn't know any better, he simply beamed through his orgasm. His smile was adorable as his climax took him. His come spurted over his lower stomach, dotting his lovely skin.

“Good boy,” You couldn't help but say.

And then you were coming as well. It wasn't the first orgasm of the night, so it ripped through you almost painfully so. It had been a long time coming, but it still made your toes curl and your eyelids painted with fireworks. 

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” You cursed.

“That's the plan,” Wooyoung wickedly replied.

“Well it better be soon, or I'm going to have all his crew wrapped around my finger, and he will have no choice,” you sulked.

Jongho pressed himself to the wall outside the observation room. He knew he should have stayed in his pod. Because his cock was twitching in his robes and that was not thinking with the right head now.

What was a little mutiny amongst aliens, huh?

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒪𝓃𝑒~ 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝒮𝑒𝓍

The Menu

💛Pairing: soldier! Choi San x spy! Reader (f)

💛Au: ww2, historical, soldier, spy, loosely inspired by rogue heroes

💛Trope: "i can take care of myself" "i know you can but let me"

💛Genre: smut

💛Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

💛Warnings: dom! Reader, sub! San, mirror sex, hand job, praise kink, cum eating, chest play (m), after sex cuddles

💛Word Count: 1,120

💛Summary: as a spy of a different country trying to keep up with your allies, you attach yourself to a particular soldier who will take you to the front lines, you just have to seduce him first

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You had snuck San into your quarters in Egypt, an easy task for a spy. The airy quarters was simply lit by a few lanterns, the building you were in was so old, electricity had not been introduced yet. All the better to view the bronze man in your room.

“Look at you,” you purred as you moved around San’s naked form.

He stood to attention, shoulders back, chin up, every inch a soldier. The only indication that he was anxious was the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. “Ma'am?”

“So formal,” you teased. “You've been inside me several times and yet you still keep up the formality.”

San’s form loosened but he still struck an imposing figure. That's what you loved about him the most: that he could snap a man's neck in the heat of battle but he was a puddle for you in bed. “Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly.

You reached around San’s body and moved his head so you could lock eyes with him through the mirror in front of you both. “Are you nervous to be standing in front of me with not a stitch of clothing on?”

A faint blush climbed up San’s neck. “No, it's not that…”

You ran your nails across San’s chest and he moaned quietly. “What's wrong, my pet?”

San’s eyes moved away from his form. “I just don't stare at myself like this. usually.”

You chuckled huskily. “But I want you to stare at yourself. Behold how dangerously handsome you are. Look at this body.”

Your hand slowly began to descend down San’s torso, skimming over his stomach and stopped to tap at his hip bone. He was chiseled to perfection as far as you were concerned. 

“I--hnnnh!” San’s voice climbed in pitch as you wrapped your hand around his cock. 

“Look, even your cock is standing at attention, soldier,” You teased. You ran your hand up and down his length languidly. “So damn perfect.”

San’s eyes widened and then dropped to the floor. You clucked your tongue in disappointment. “Sannie, eyes up. I want you to watch yourself in all your glory.”

Slowly, San’s eyes rose, as he took in his own reflection.  “For what purpose?”

“Why, to keep up this cute little blush you have going on,” You teased.

A choked cry came from San’s pouty lips as you twisted the palm of your hand over the head of his cock. “I’m sensitive,” San whined.

“Look at you,” You said to yourself now. With each twist of your hand, his stomach tensed. You pressed your cheek to his arm, that clenched and unclenched under your skin. 

San truly was a sight to behold. Honed to be a weapon himself, you had picked this soldier well. You had no clue at the time that he would be a needy little slut for you. You had simply needed a hook to pull you to the front lines to keep tabs on your ‘allies’. It just so happened that this soldier was putty in your hands.

It took everything in you to not drop to your knees in front of him and take him in your mouth. San’s cock was good in any hole you offered, if you were being honest. But tonight was all about using this mirror to your advantage.

“You know, I think you might be the key to finishing this war,” You murmured, placing a soft kiss against his bicep.

San whimpered. “You’re playing with me.”

“That’s because you’re easy to play with, San,” You smirked.

You groped his chest, squeezing the muscle in your other free hand, while your other continued to languidly jerk him off. “This body is such an effective tool against the enemy. You’re like a kite, and I’m going to grab onto your string and jerk you back towards earth,” You purred.

At the words “grab” and “jerk” you squeezed his chest and sped up your pace along his cock. 

“Please, please, please,” San cried out, hips jerking forward as you guided him through his pleasure.

“Come all over my hand, San, make a mess for me, sweetness,” You commanded.

It wasn’t long before cried out and came. His chest heaved with his breathing, his cum spurting all over the mirror and your hand. There was somewhere deep inside of you that held some pride in being able to bring him so fast. 

You clucked your tongue again. “You dirtied up my mirror. Hurry up and clean it up while I get ready for bed.”

You moved to the basin in your room to wash your hands of San’s cum as the sturdy man knelt before the mirror, gripping it between his strong hands, and licked his own cum off the reflective surface. You smirked as he was somewhat cross eyed watching himself commit such a dirty act for you. Still, it was always a delight to see his pointed tongue working. 

By the time he was complete, you had changed into a negligee and lounged on the bed. You patted the spot beside you and San padded quietly to where you had indicated. As soon as he was settled on the bed, he clung to you, drawing you to his heated, and still naked, body.

You drew designs on his chest as you spoke to him. “I know you head out in the morning, sweetness.”

San’s voice was husky and rough after his climax. “I don’t know when I’m coming back.”

You smiled up at him. “I know. That’s why I’m coming with you.”

San frowned heavily down at you. “You can’t.”

You lifted an eyebrow at him. “I have my orders. Just like you do, San. Where your battalion goes, so do I.”

San’s eyes flitted around, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. “I knew you were seducing me for a purpose, but I never would have let you, if I knew this was the outcome.” Your confused face made San giggle under his breath. “I always knew.”

“I may be a woman but I am also a spy, San. I can take care of myself,” You said strictly. 

San sighed, pushing some hair behind your ear. “I know but let me protect you, at least? It’s what I’m good at.”

You pushed one of your cheeks to the side in thought with you mouth. “Perhaps. If you let me ride you. You’ve gotten me quite worked up with the show you just put on.”

San, even though bigger and stronger than you, allowed you to push him to his back on the bed and straddle him. His hair made a halo along the bedsheets, his sweet smile making his eyes disappear. 

“I can never say no to you.”

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