#for someone not really into mommy kink i sure wrote the FUCK out of it

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Smut🍡

**Jean was the 2nd place poll winner with 23.3% of the vote!**

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a little girl.

When it came time for you to leave for college, you feared that you wouldn't be able to continue participating in your traditional family holiday activities since you'd be going to college out of the country, let alone out of state.

That was when your long-term boyfriend, Jean, suggested that the two of you make the long journey back to your hometown in the United States for the holidays this year.

When he made the suggestion, you were a bit hesitant since plane tickets from Germany to the U.S. are quite expensive, but he told you not to worry about the cost.

—-

Your family members get along extremely well with Jean upon their first meeting.

He's charismatic, funny, polite, and just an overall joy to be around; especially a hit with your aunties and older female cousins.

You even had to check a couple of them (more than once) when you caught them trying to down talk you and up play themselves in fruitless efforts to try and get Jean to look their way.

That would never work, of course, because this man is irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.

After the commencement of dinner, most of the guests broke off into separate groups, classified by either age or interests. 

Many of your older family members were still seated in the kitchen, sharing old stories and downing a large pitcher of spiked eggnog. 

They may fuss and disagree over a lot of things, but alcohol seems to be the one mediator that will keep everyone from choking each other out. 

A few of your cousins’ girlfriends pulled you away, probably so they could ask you about Jean while the oldheads got drunk in the kitchen and gossiped about their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

—-

“Hey, Y/N! Your boy in there to’ up! Big boy can’t handle his liquor too well!” One of your male cousins laughed as he stepped out onto the back porch. Immediately, you sprung up out of your chair and sprinted through the back door into the house to get to Jean.

You know as well as Jean that he cannot handle his liquor, and, more likely than not, your male cousins had been goading him into drinking above his tolerance.

“Elijah! Y’all just sat here and let him drink all of this!?!” You fussed as your eyes scanned over all of the empty decorative pint glasses.

“Aye, that’s a grown ass man. What was I ‘posed to do, tell him no? He was just having fun!”

Jean was a mess: slumped against the kitchen bar stool and giggling, barely hanging on to the countertop. 

“At least help me get him upstairs so he can lie down. Ain’t this some shit…”

So Elijah helped you get Jean into one of the spare bedrooms. 

—-

His long body flopped unceremoniously onto the quilt laid out on top of the bedspread. You glanced at the door once to make sure that it was locked before turning your disgruntled expression onto your inebriated boyfriend.

Jean was really fucked up; he had a dopey smile spread across his lips that, you couldn't deny, did make him look undeniably cute and handsome.

“Mmm, baby you look so sexy in your Christmas outfit. Want you so bad right now..”

Those sneaky fingers edged along the covers, crawling up to rest on the curve of your covered ass.

“Jean, we can’t fuck in my relatives’ house! Everybody will hear us! You're already loud enough when you're not drunk.” You hissed between your teeth. 

“Please, baby.  I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be a good boy, just please. Please please, fuck me, Mommy, please!” 

Normally you wouldn't have played into his hands during a situation like this, but his desperate begging made a switch turn on in your brain that couldn't be turned off even if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, your fingers were unbuttoning your cardigan and unlatching your bra while Jean smiled up at you drunkenly and tugged your leggings down your thighs.  

“O-oh fuck..” 

Jean’s wet, throbbing dick slapped against your pussy lips as he tried (and failed) to get it into your hole. 

“Here, baby. Let me help you.” Very gently, you took hold of his thick cock and began guiding it between your folds.

As soon as Jean got inside you, he came.

“What the fuck did they put in that eggnog? An aphrodisiac?” You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes right now.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me baby, couldn’t control myself. Please let me get inside you, again. Wanna make you feel good, too~”

—-

“F~uuuck, pussy clenching me so fucking good..!” Jean slurred, hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head while he caged you beneath his much larger body.

“Shit, you cumming again, baby?” 

That question became a rhetorical one once you felt his hot speed spurting out of his dick and filling you to the brim once again. Your pussy lips were puffy and swollen from Jean’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

You were going to have to find a way to sneak that quilt up out of here and have it dry cleaned.

“Mmmm-shit. So good~ Need more. Can we go again, please Mommy?” He breathed against the side of your face. Breath sickly sweet, just like eggnog mixed with rum and peppermint vodka.

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[arminsumi]

DIRTY TALK.

fem / afab reader

NOTE: just trying smth out... a dialogue-only smut scene from ur fave. it's literally just the script of what your fave is saying lmk know what u think :) it was fun to write and very satisfying bc i am a huge lover of dirty talk writing. anyways it was written with armin/gojo in mind but the char is ambiguous, you can insert anyone

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — diaolgue/script of your fave's dirty talk

WARNINGS — smut, dialogue-only

WARNINGS — pls ignore errors i wrote this over maths homework, dialogue-only smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, he's super horny, soft dom, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, aftercare, slight size kink, "good girl" used, "slvt" used, "baby" used, pre-established relationship, playing with ur clvt, 2x orgasm (reader), laughing when he cums, implied overstim, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u, i'm sure it's fem reader implied but i wasn't too sure so idk lol it's 1 am im going to bed

WORDCOUNT ≈ 750

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"God, I'm so fucking horny, baby. Spread those legs 'n let me use that pretty pussy, 'there we go. Here, put your legs on my shoulders. I've got you. Fuck look at that perfect pussy, all wet 'n ready for me — yeah? All for me? Just for daddy? Gonna let me stretch you out? Good, good girl. Breathe deep while I just s-slide the tip in. Oh fuck. Y-you're so fucking tight today, t-tighter than usual — fuck me — oh you're gonna make me cum so fast, haha. Loosen up a bit for me. Thank you baby, fuuuck let me slide it in, just like that. You're so perfect. Look at that... look how we fit together. Our bodies were made for each other, don't you think? Yeah? Oh fuck, don't clench up yet, loosen for me again. Fuck. That feels so fucking good — ahah — I'm not laughing at you, baby, j-just can't believe how good it feels to — fuck — ahhhuh — yeah that's a perfect little slut, just take daddy's cock like you're meant to."

"Gonna spell your name on this dick, baby? Yeah? Cream and cum all over it? Oh, fuck, can't wait to make you cum again and again and a-again — yesyesyes — fuck that's so good, when you tighten 'round my length like that. Feels like your cunt is sucking on my cock, 's so fucking good. Baby! Fuck, hold onto my arms if you need to. Oh, nasty slut moaning already? That's okay, you can let it out. Moan all you need to — moan into my ear while I fuck this little hole loose. Haha, are you gonna cum already? That's okay, you can cum. Play with that little clit — so cute. Faster, play with it faster. I wanna see you go numb on my fucking cock. Yeah? What is it? Oh this spot? You want me to fuck this spot? Right here? F-fuck, right here, baby? Yeah that feels so fucking good, doesn't it? Ooh, baby cum for me. Cum. Don't worry about a thing, daddy's got you safe in his arms. Let go and get your sweet relief. There we go — oh fuck, haha, there we fucking go. Someone came big time, huh? Look at those legs shaking. Yeah, now daddy wants to cum, too. Got me all fucking worked up. Just gonna take it out for a moment... ah, fuck don't worry baby I'm gonna put it back in. Don't wanna overstimulate you on accident. Huh? Oh? Really? Fuck alright, I'll fuck you up just like you want it, then. Turn around slut, let's give that pussy a good filling then. Oh my god 's fucking tigh-tighter. Shit, makes me wanna fucking bust. Baby? Look into my eyes and tell me how much you love this cock. Fuck. Yeah, again. Say it again. 'Need to hear you say it again, baby. Louder. Fucking louder. Don't care if the neighbours hear you, just need to hear that sweet voice breakingg while I fuck — fuck — baby yes, yes of course I'll cum inside y-you. Are you really sure? You're not on birth control, right? Gonna get that pusssy knocked up if I cum inside. Oh fuck — can you repeat that?! You want my baby? Yeah? Fuck, you want my seed? God, baby, yes, yes fuck I'll give you my fucking babies. I'll make you a mommy. Stay right there, fuck — oh my god I'm close. I'm so fucking close. Gonna fill up that pussy, stuff it so good not a drop spills out. Oh my fuckin' god you're creaming so much, 's this what you've been into all along? Sh-shoulda told me sooner, 'woulda fucked my cum i-into this tight hole — every — fucking — day. Fuck, baby, ahah I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna — oh god, yeah, you gonna cum again? Cum with me. Let me play with that clit. Fuck I'm cumming — I'm cumming — gonna cum so hard 'n knock up that pussy — fuuuck — oh god, fuckfuckfuck ahah — ahaha that's — so — fucking — good — fuck. Holy shit. I came so much... look at all that... aw baby, don't let it drip out; tighten up 'n keep it deep inside. Get pregnant for me. Hm? I love you, too, dumb baby angel. Let's get that pretty pussy cleaned up. Aw, you can't stand up by yourself? Legs too numb, huh? Here, I've got you. I'll massage your legs in the bath. Ah, you're the sweetest. Y'know how cute you sounded begging for my cum? Sorryyy! I like teasing you, you know that!"

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[slow-motionlovepotion]

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 | 𝒋𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  Joel Miller x f!Reader x Tess Servopoulos

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.3K

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, boston-era, age gap (reader fucks two people old enough to be her parents), girl on girl action, a touch of voyerism (joel likes to watch), threesome, bisexual reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, breeding kink, slight cum play, lil' bit of fluff at the end.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: what happens when Joel comes home early from a run to find Tess fucking you on his bed.

𝒂/𝒏: throws this like a grenade and runs away fast as fucking possible. i can't actually believe i wrote this, it's disgusting i'm sorry. happy pride to my fellow bisexuals. the mommy and daddy issues are strong with this one ~ no beta, we die like men

You’re not sure how this thing with Tess has started. You’re not even sure what this thing is but it’s become a routine, on nights Joel is away, sharing his bed with Tess, her soft lips pressed to your neck as your rut against her fingers.

You’ve noticed her softening in the months you’ve been doing this. There’s a brightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before and her smile is wider, and a little more genuine. To outsiders she’s still the same hardened, take-no-shit Tess but with you, you get to see her, really see her, glimpses of who she might’ve been before.

Slipping into her building under the cover of darkness, Tess is always up waiting for you and she takes no time pulling you to join her in bed, stripping you out of your clothes and making your breath catch in your throat as you whine her name. 

It’s not cheating, not really, since Tess and Joel haven’t really discussed their relationship, that’s what she tells you, that Joel isn't the jealous type anyway. You don’t believe her, you’d seen Joel threaten men for far less. 

He isn’t meant to be back for another day or so, that explains why Tess has your spread on the bed she and Joel share. It smells like him, you notice it every time you’re here and sometimes it’s overwhelming, the woodsy spiced scent of Joel. You’ve wondered, once or twice, if Joel can smell you when he returns, sometimes you’d spend a few nights, once a whole two weeks, sleeping in his bed, your sweat soaking the sheets while Tess buries her mouth between your legs. 

With your back pressed to her chest and her legs wrapped around yours keeping them spread, Tess rubs soft circles over your clit. Your head rolls back, supported by her shoulder as you whine and squirm, desperate for a bit more friction. Joel hasn’t been on any runs for a while so it’s been weeks since you’ve felt someone else's hands on your body. 

“More, please Tess more” you pant, turning your head to mumble into her neck, already half gone. Tess slides her hand further, slipping her fingers through the wetness gathering at your entrance.  

“All for me?” Tess teases, she loves you like this. All pliant and pretty for her. You nod and she feels it against her throat. “So pretty sweetheart. All for me” It’s possessive, all for her, she knows you don’t do this with anyone else, not anymore. 

Tess pushes two fingers into you, long fingers that reach that spot inside better than your own can 

“Oh, yes” you hiss, your orgasm approaching rapidly. She swipes her thumb over your clit as she crooks her fingers sinfully, rubbing that soft spongy spot that makes you see stars, coaxing your orgasm closer and closer.

You hear a faint jangle of keys from the hallway outside, it can’t be Joel, probably just a neighbour, you think, Tess wouldn’t risk having you here if there was even a possibility Joel would be returning, would she? 

The front door is thrown open and you hear heavy footsteps crossing the small apartment before the impossibly large body of Joel fills the bedroom entrance, dropping his bag heavily when he’s greeted by the sight of you and Tess on his bed.  

Your impending orgasm is lost with the interruption and you whine pathetically at the loss and at the embarrassment of being caught like this. You try to bring your legs together, hide your glistening cunt from Joel’s view but Tess keeps you pinned in place, doesn’t even falter, she slows but does’t completely stop the gentle prod of your g-spot. 

“Shit” you mutter under your breath, burying your face further into Tess’ neck, unable to even look at Joel, heat creeping up your cheeks, making you feel hot all over. 

You feel Tess’ hand grip into the back of your hair, turning your face to look at Joel. You try to resist but you know when she means business, your eyes meet Joel’s face and you see something unspoken pass between the two of them as his features darken before he makes eye contact with you.

“Don’t stop on my account, finish her off” Joel’s gravely voice sounds tight, like you’re in trouble.

You bring your hand down between your legs, trying to push Tess’ fingers from your cunt, shaking your head as much as her grip on your hair allows 

“C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl. Show Joel how pretty you look when you come” Tess’ fingers speed up their motions, withdrawing from your heat before slipping back in, the pads of her fingers hitting that spot every time.

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you, watching with interest as he props himself up against the divider, thick arms crossing over his broad chest. The sight makes you clench around Tess and she laughs softly in your ear “You like it when he watches?” nudging at your jaw with her nose, prompting you to answer 

“Yes” it’s breathy and quiet, barely audible over the sound of the wet slick of your cunt around Tess’ fingers 

You’re unable to tear your eyes from Joel because, fuck, he looks good. You’ve always thought he was attractive, in a rugged old-enough-to-be-your-dad kinda way. Your eyes trail from his arms, down the softness of his belly until your eyes land between his legs, even in the dim light the obvious stretch of his jeans over a more than generous hardness is evident. You feel Tess release her grip on your hair, hand finding yours to push it back down your body, your fingers joining hers between your legs. You take the silent instruction, tracing the tips of your fingers over your throbbing clit, eyes closing at the feeling.

“Mm-mm, eyes here” You hear from Joel, opening your eyes to find him tracing the thick line of his cock with his thumb, gripping the head through the denim of his jeans, a hard breath leaving him. 

Your eyes track the movement of his hand and you imagine what he might look like with that hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Tess’ fingers. Fuck, the image sends a throb through your walls and you hear Tess’ breath hitch behind you 

“Close” you whisper, hooking your free hand back around Tess’ neck, bringing her closer.

“I know sweetheart” Tess speeds up her thrusts, fucking into you as you roll your hips down onto her hand, your own fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your back is sweaty against her chest, your hair sticking to the back of your neck. 

“C’mon sweetheart, you’re right there I can feel it” and you are, your release sparking, flickering with each invasion of Tess’ digits, you need something more, something to ignite the burn settled low in your abdomen. 

“Come for us” Joel commands you at the same time you feel Tess sink her teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and you’re not sure which of them lights the match but you’re coming. Heat spreads down your thighs, your back arching in a way that’s pornographic and the groan you let out rattles deep in your chest. You flood around Tess’ fingers as she continues pushing you through your orgasm and when she wrenches her fingers from your cunt something inside you bursts, a scream torn from you as you soak Joel’s bedsheets. 

Fuck, you’ve never done that before, you roll your face into the crook of your arm, hiding yourself away from Joel’s intense stare, shame tightening a knot in your stomach. You’re barely able to support your own head with the energy your orgasm ripped from you. Your whole body trembles as Tess soothes you, trailing her damp fingers up and down the skin of your thigh. 

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Tess murmurs from behind you as calloused fingers cup your jaw, turning your head to meet Joel’s gaze and he’s so close, one knee on the bed, right in the middle of the wet spot you’d made and he obviously doesn’t care about your cum soaking through the fabric of his jeans. 

“So pretty, could watch that all day” Joel all but growls, it’s low and deep and there’s a tinge of desperation that sounds good on him. 

He roams his eyes down your body, releasing your jaw and bringing his hands to slide two thick fingers through your soaked folds, meeting your eyes again as he slips them gently into your cunt “You always cum like that or was that all for me?” 

There it is again. All for me. Possessive. You’re a possession, you belong to Tess, and apparently by extension, Joel. 

“For you” you moan. Not all for him, for Tess as well, it was her fingers after all. Although with the way he’s stretching you around his fingers and pumping slowly you might come again, this time all for him. You reach for Tess, clutching at her as she continues the ghosting trail up and down your thighs. Joel notices how your fingers entwine with hers and he turns his attention to her. 

You hear the wet sounds of a kiss and a soft breath leave Tess’ chest, you can’t see, squeezed between them as Joel fingers continue their pleasure. When they separate you sense Joel whispering something in Tess’ ear but you don’t catch it. Then Tess brings her lips down, brushing your sweaty hair out the way and what she says makes you melt 

“What do you say sweetheart, you want Joel to fuck you?” You whine and buck your hips, almost frantic at the prospect

“Yes, yes please” you feel Tess nod against your ear and see something glint in Joel’s eyes.

You think about reaching for him, slipping your fingers under the buckle of his belt and dragging him to you but you quickly accept you’re not in charge here. Maybe next time. Or not, there’s not going to be a next time, Jesus you’re not entirely convinced Joel isn’t going to kill you after this. Tess may be in charge but you’ve seen Joel go off the rails more than once, he’s a dangerous man. 

Joel reaches for his buckle, making quick work of the leather and denim, and boxers you notice, when he comes back to the bed wearing nothing but his faded blue shirt. You do reach for him then, working the buttons much faster than you expected with your shaky hands, eventually his shirt hangs open, greying hair hiding the scars littering his body. 

Tess keeps your legs spread, lifting them higher to allow Joel to settle between them. You’re surrounded, Tess behind you, Joel in front of you and you don’t know how you feel but you do know that being shared by them feels right. 

“You ready for him sweetheart?” Tess whispers against your ear. When you nod your head Tess tsks “Ask him” 

“Joel please, want you” Joel brushes the thick head of his cock over your entrance, letting it rest heavily against your clit

“Again” Tess orders 

“Please, fuck please fuck me, want your cock Joel. Need it, wanna feel you-” Joel silences your begging with a sharp thrust, sheathing his length into your wet heat. The sound you make is filthy, and fuck, he’s big. 

“Breath sweetheart, it’s a lot, I know, but you can take it” Tess presses soft kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. You blindly reach behind you, desperate for another anchor, something familiar and grounding and when you feel Tess' hair running through your fingers you pull gently. 

“So good, taking me so well” Joel moans above you “so fucking tight for me”

For me. You tug lightly on Tess’ hair, stretching your neck up to meet her lips in a soft kiss. 

Joel starts moving when your lips meet, jostling you slightly, pushing you further into her and she takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth when you gasp as Joel forces himself back into you. 

“Feel good sweetheart?” Tess questions between quick kisses and you nod, whining a barely coherent answer. Joel sets a ruthless pace, thrusting himself in and out harshly, pressing your sweaty body between Tess and his own. 

You want more, need more, from them both. You make the split second decision to move, pushing him off you. Rolling yourself over and settling yourself between Tess’s thighs you push your knees up underneath you, raising yourself up for Joel. 

You waste no time, peppering soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. You can feel Joel’s knees settling around yours, his hand resting on your hip but he moves no further, watching the back of your head work between his lover's legs. You reach her core, immediately licking into her, nosing at her clit. His eyes flick to Tess when she gasps, he can hear a soft hum come from you and feels you nudge your hips back into his. 

Gripping his cock, he pushes the head between your lips, and god, you’re so wet, there’s little resistance as he sinks in. 

Joel pulls your knees out from underneath you until you’re flat, straddling your thighs and thrusting himself back in. You whine and he stutters, dropping his forehead to your shoulder, “Fuck darlin’, so fuckin’ tight” you squeeze tighter around him that it’s almost painful, “Christ” Joel moves, almost by instinct, ploughing himself into you roughly, he’s little restraint, watching Tess writhe beneath you, your tongue flicking repeatedly at her clit. 

Joel’s pace rocks through your entire body and you start to lose focus, panting around Tess’ clit as you try to control your moans. You can’t, can’t focus on anything other than the burn of Joel’s cock splitting you open. You pull back from Tess, bumping your forehead against Joel’s, getting his attention. When he raises his head you kiss him, you know he can taste Tess on your lips and you realise this is the first time you’re kissing the man currently buried in your cunt. 

Joel chases your lips when you pull away but you guide him gently where you really want him, arousal flooding through you when Joel lowers his mouth to Tess’ cunt, flicking his tongue in lazy, sloppy circles. Resting your head against her thighs you can feel her twitch with every pass of his tongue. You force yourself to keep your eyes open, to watch, as Joel continues to drive into you, never even faltering in his thrusts. 

A soft plea of your name pulls you from a bubble of bliss, when it’s repeated you realise it’s Tess, you stroke your hand down her thigh, letting her know you hear her

“Fingers, please sweetheart, your fingers” Joel hears her too, shifting his attention to her clit, allowing you to slip your fingers into the wet heat of her cunt. The muscles in her thigh tense against your cheek and you know her tells, you know that means she’s close. 

You can feel your own orgasm building steadily, each thrust of Joel pushing you closer to the waves that threaten to crash over you. You suppress it as much as you can, heavy eyes watching as Joel feasts. You glance up at Tess, expecting to see her head thrown back, what you don’t expect is to find her watching. Watching the way Joel is buried between both her thighs and yours, the way he works at her clit, eyes closed, the lines permanently etched on his face softened as he enjoys it. 

“Fuck” Tess mutters as both you and Joel work her to release, her hands fist into his hair and her hips rock onto your fingers “like that, yeah like that, Joel fuc-” and Tess whines, a gasp of your name leaving her lips as well. Joel doesn’t let up, continuing his assault on her clit and when you remove your fingers he laps at the wetness leaking from her. Her legs fall slack against the bed, the soft curve of her stomach rising and falling with her panting breaths. 

“Your turn darlin’, wanna feel you come round my cock” Joel grumbles into your ear and before you can respond his hands are under your arms, hauling you up Tess’ body, propping you up on your knees between her spread legs as he slides back into your heat. Tess’ lips find yours, catching your gasp when she slips her fingers between your legs. She avoids your clit, instead just resting her fingers at your entrance, feeling how you stretch around him.

It’s overwhelming, two sets of hands on your body, the feel of Joel’s hips meeting yours, and the new angle of his cock hitting just right. You can feel something building, it’s a different kind of pressure, each time Joel withdraws you feel like you could burst and every time he thrusts back in the pressure tightens. 

The constant cycle of almost release is punishing, your whines pitching higher and higher with every thrust. Your legs are shaking and you’ve given up kissing Tess, choosing instead to rest your sweaty forehead against hers. 

Joel doubles his efforts at your sounds, a firm hand pushing your lower back into an arch, tilting your hips to allow you to take him even deeper.

“Fuck Joel, fuck, I-” you what? You don’t even know, it’s too much but you want more and you don’t know how to tell him that. The sound coming from your coupling is dirty, slapping skin and wet, so wet. 

“Wa’s goin on huh?” Joel pants from behind you “Gonna come darlin’?” 

“I- I don’t know” you pant, panic rising in your chest at the unfamiliar feeling.

Joel hums behind you and you can hear his smirk. He fucks into you three more times before withdrawing completely and you go into shock, legs trembling violently, hips raising and you’re gushing, your wet release drenching the mattress between your knees

“Shit darlin’” Joel groans as you squirt, eyes locked on your pulsing cunt “Makin such a mess” He slips back into you, thrusting hard and fast and you’re on a high, each thrust pushing you even higher and higher. This time Joel doesn’t pull out, instead the pressure of your release forcing him out against his will.

You hear him growl behind you, fingers gripping your hips, holding your boneless body as he fucks back into you. You can feel Tess whispering praise in your ear but you can’t actually hear what she’s saying over the ringing in your ears. 

Her hands gently hold you up, her breath hot against your neck as you clutch at her arms, nails digging into her flesh so hard that if you were more conscious you’d be concerned about drawing blood. 

“One more darlin’, one more f’me c’mon” Joel’s slurring above you, thrusts faltering. You shake your head, feeling thoroughly fucked out despite the heat of a more familiar orgasm building. You don’t have the energy to fight it and you relax into it, cunt pulling him deeper, tightening around him. Tess nudges your jaw and you lift your head to meet her eyes. 

“You can do it sweetheart” she pushes your damp hair out of your face, bringing your mouth to meet hers and it’s sweet, a stark contrast to the way Joel’s pounding into you from behind. 

Joel’s grip on your hip tightens in warning and he starts babbling

“Look at ya, takin it so fuckin well. Such a pretty little cunt. So fuckin tight, don’t understand how you can still be so fuckin tight. Gonna be good for me, need you to come one more time, one more time darlin and I’ll fill you up” You don’t know who his babbling is for but you tighten further at his words, your orgasm sparking.

“Yes yes, fuck yes Joel please” you know you’ve never wanted anything more

“Yeah, y’gonna take it? Lemme fill you up n’ fuck a baby into you?” That’s it, that’s what breaks you, pleasure ripping through your body so hard it’s painful and you sob, tears flowing and chest heaving, mumbling incoherent nonsense as Joel continues to fuck into you.

“Good girl tha’s it. Gonna fill you up, leave you leaking” you can hear how tight his voice is, deep and gravelly and desperate. With a final thrust he buries himself as deep as possible, nudging at your cervix and it’s just the right side painful. “Fuck” You feel him swell as he comes, your abused cunt stretched around him, his fingers digging into your hips already leaving bruises. 

Keeping his grip firm on your hips he kneels back, pulling you with him until you're pressed against him. He slips a hand between your thighs, brushing your oversensitive clit and you whine in protest. “No more, please” 

“Okay, no more” He chuckles darkly “You did good, didn’t she do good?” he directs his question at Tess and she nods with a smirk

“She did” Warmth blooms in your chest at her praise and the tired smile she has on her face.

You can feel Joel soften inside you and you already miss the feeling, that is until you feel him slip out, followed by the wet heat of his release. You gasp at the feeling, you’ve never had anyone finish inside you before and it’s not entirely unpleasant. You kneel up, cum still leaking from you, adding to the mess on the bed sheets between your legs. 

Tess is watching, eyes glazed as she sits up to run her finger through the sticky mess of your cunt before bringing it to her mouth, sucking with an obscene moan and a roll of her eyes. She pulls your lips to hers, licking into your mouth, you can taste yourself and Tess and something unfamiliar that must be Joel. Joel’s cock twitches against your backside and you’re both surprised and concerned, you can’t go again, your body is absolutely done, and thankfully Tess pulls away, a final chaste kiss before she addresses Joel 

“Bill have what you went for?” she asks, her eyes dropping to damp curls between your legs

“Yeah” Joel breathes. 

You don’t know what they’re talking about but you’re tired and your head feels fuzzy, ears still ringing and you need to lie down. Your knee brushes the wet spot as you move and you freeze “Shouldn’t we change th-”

“‘ll do it t’morrow” Tess mumbles, eyes flicking to the empty bed next to her expectedly and you join her without question. Joel moves then, coming to lay on your other side as Tess pulls you into her, wrapping her arm around your waist, always the big spoon.

Joel pulls the duvet that had fallen to the floor during your activities, throwing it over you all, immediately closing his eyes. You’re so tired, eyes feeling heavy but you don’t want to sleep yet. You want to soak this up, still unconvinced it’s not just a one time thing.

“What are you doing?” Joel mumbles, eyes closed but definitely still awake

“Nothin’” you lie, you’re watching him, basking in this sleepy-guard-down Joel, for only the second time since you’ve known him he doesn’t look like he’s on the verge of killing someone. 

“Then go to sleep” he groans but turns his head towards you, his hand finding your knee, bringing it up to hook over his thigh, a silent acknowledgment of affection. 

This, this playfulness with Joel, has seemingly come out of nowhere and the realisation has your jaw dropping. 

“You knew” you state and Joel fucking smiles. You feel Tess’ smirk through the kisses to you shoulder and all of a sudden you feel incredibly thick 

“You told him?” you ask

“He’s known the whole time” she confirms

“You spent two weeks living in my apartment, wearing my clothes and fucking on my bed, the whole place smelt like you when I got back” you bury your face into the pillow at his observation, you’d hoped he wouldn’t notice one of his T-shirts was missing but you feel the heat rising for a different reason when you wonder if he fucked Tess on bedsheets that smelt like you. 

“You planned this?” you ask over your shoulder and Tess just hums with a smile “You could’ve just asked me” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” she laughs, and you don’t think you know a more lovely sound than Tess laughing. Joel’s hand squeezes your knee under the covers and you know he thinks the same too.

Tess mumbles something like ‘going the fuck sleep’ into your hair and it’s not even a minute before her breathing slows and her arm around your middle becomes a dead weight. 

As if the night wasn’t full of enough surprises, Joel’s fingers brush your jaw and when you open your eyes he’s watching you. 

“This was a big deal for her. She didn’t wanna scare you off.”

You hum quietly, “Didn’t scare me off, could never” your speech is slurred, exhaustion quickly taking over

“I said no, at first, you make her happy and I didn’t wanna screw this up” that’s unexpected, honesty and vulnerability from Joel.

“Wait, we could’ve been doin’ this for longer?” Joel huffs a laugh in response, it’s genuine and the sound makes you feel fuzzy. “Guess we’ve got some catchin’ up to do” you mumble, you don’t register what Joel says in response, far too focused on what he’d said before.

‘You make her happy’ 

Happy is something you hadn’t been in a long time and you suspect, something Tess and Joel have been missing too. You make her happy, you’ve renewed her, pulling laughs and smiles with ease. 

What’s that Fireflies saying ‘when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light’

That’s you. You’re the light. Tess started a fire within you and she’s been basking in the glow and now she wants to share your light with Joel and you’ll gladly let her. 

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[yandere-fics]

♡ Selene Mommy Kink ♡

(Tumblr deleted it the first time i wrote this but I am determined to keep trying.)

You had always dreamed of having a soulmate since you were young, perhaps a cute elf who would obey your every command or a dumb as rocks werewolf who would be loyal to you and only you from day one, so needless to say, when you met your soulmate for the first time, who had just been flirting with another girl until you saw you and completely lost interest in the other girl, you were extremely disappointed, soulmates were supposed to be a wonderful thing to have, their presence would only add to your life, they couldn't make you miserable or fail you in anyways right? Turns out that was a sack of crap because you'd gotten stuck with the wolf god herself, a notorious womanizer who couldn't stop thinking with her dick for two seconds, it almost felt like the universe was laughing at you and so you would have to make Selene pay by being the opposite of what she was probably expecting as well, werewolves were usually in charge when it came to their mates so instead you would force her to take the submissive role in your relationship and let all your rage out on her.

"Dove, I'm very pleased you invited me back to your hotel, I'm glad you forgave me for that little... indiscretion earlier tonight." The longer she talked, the more you felt like your blood was going to boil, gods she was so frustrating, you were just so angry you'd gotten stuck with this disobedient overgrown child of a mate, sure she was a goddess and one of the strongest werewolves so technically the gods would view you as having been extremely lucky in the mate department but at the same time, her personality was shit and she'd fucked possible every unmarried human in your whole town so no you really didn't see how you could possibly be considered lucky here. Loyalty was the whole benefit to having a soulmate, they would be overbearing and sometime murderous but at the end of the day they were truly loyal only to you, meanwhile you were left with the one supernatural who likely had ever been with someone who wasn't their mate. She sat down on the bed with a smirk on her face which just made you want to punch her, under other circumstances you might have been blushing and thinking about how lucky you were to have such an attractive mate but currently all you wanted was to reduce her to a pathetic sobbing mess.

"Shut up, I haven't forgiven anything yet. You need to earn my forgiveness. To start with, I want you to call me mommy." You started to strip where you stood, you'd make her kneel and worship the very ground you stood on for the rest of eternity just to make up for how horrible it had felt when you learned your soulmate was nothing more than a filthy mutt, even then it still wouldn't be enough to quell your anger fully, though this did actually satisfy you in a way, sure everyone had gotten to see her intimately but you highly doubted anyone had ever been able to see her act submissive, it would be a sight for you alone, maybe you'd record her begging her mommy for forgiveness once you got her well trained enough for now. "Maybe if you cry for forgiveness from your mommy convincingly enough I'll let you have me tonight."

She paused for a moment trying to gauge if you were serious before she finally realized you were and got on her knees before you, her hands holding onto your ankles, trying to show you how desperate she was to even be allowed to touch this much of you, it would be cute if you weren't still plagued with the memory of that girl from earlier. "Please mommy, I'll do anything for you to understand I only want you, it was just so lonely waiting for you-" You kicked her hands away, you didn't need to hear her stupid excuses, if demons could wait centuries then so could she.

"Shut up, from now on you're not allowed to touch me until I give you permission, you will sleep on the floor next to our bed and you will only be allowed to hold me at night once you've learned to obey me. Now, do you want to cum?" She looked up at you, hers eyes tearing up when she realized she couldn't just ask for forgiveness and everything would be fine, the weight of her mistake was beginning to dawn on her, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to train her, you just needed to make her desperate for even a crumb of your approval before taking it from her. "Then go ahead and jerk off to me, I'm not letting you touch me tonight, maybe in a week from now." She whined but despite that she still wrapped her hand around her cock and began to move up and down furiously, little whimpers leaving her mouth as she did, you doubt she did this very often, she most likely just went out whenever she felt horny, thinking about that again made you angry and you almost felt like stopping her but you decided you'd let her have this for tonight, it would be her last orgasm for awhile until you felt she had repented enough.

"Clean up when you're done, I need rest, maybe if you serve me well enough tomorrow I'll allow you to eat me out." You walked past her as she sat on the floor with her brows furrowed, clearly struggling to get herself off.

"Yes, I'll do anything for my dove, I mean m-mommy to forgive me." You clicked the light off, she could see well enough in the dark, she didn't deserve to have light when you weren't around anyways.

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

I don’t want to hear thoughts... Unless they’re yours.

Chapter 8: What to do, when I can’t stop thinking of you Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 4k Warning: dark thoughts, Wanda using her magic in a questionable way, Mommy!Kink, spying, stalking, jealousy Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: Pretending that you’re fine and ignoring your needs can only take you so far. Pretending that she doesn’t think of you, can only keep Wanda away for so long. When that doesn’t work, there’s only one thing left to do. She just has to hope that she’s not too late. Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10 Series materlist                                     Masterlist of all my works

The next morning greeted you with a splitting headache and an unnerving feeling. You could have sworn that you went to bed with someone next to you, although you couldn’t remember anyone being with you at all and the glaringly empty bed that you occupied somehow startled you. Or was it just wishful thinking? Perhaps a dream you couldn’t remember. You couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that you wished that you didn’t wake up so lonely or that you didn’t have to go to work. But both ended up being true in the end. You dressed yourself in a hurry, picking out a dress you had recently gotten. It was a sleeveless white dress, with black lace overlay, that you combined with a nice pair of black stiletto shoes, that you thought looked quite well for something you threw on quickly. As you left the house, cup of coffee in hand, you took a quick glance at the Maximoff house, hoping to see your favorite neighbour, but the house seemed quiet and you moved on. The office had grown livelier, the space filling up with people, some of which your new colleagues, all of them going through onboardings and trainings. You were happy with your choices and always spent part of your day with them, helping the process of getting them to know each-other, as well as to get to know you and to get them to work well together. For that same reason, you had decided to start the practice of going to lunch with them as well. It was a good way for you to remember to actually eat and they seemed to enjoy your company, using the opportunity to ask questions about the project, or simply talk about themselves. It gave you a good feeling. A really good feeling in fact, so you decided to invite everyone to a little after work drink on Friday, to celebrate the formation of the team and to get to know everyone. A suggestion that was welcomed with cheers from the people around you. As you were new to town, you let them decide the location and just wrote down the address once it was settled and continued your day. When you got home, you couldn’t help but remember that feeling from this morning. Like you were meant to know something, like something happened and you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Like there was someone with you last night. Someone gentle and sweet, someone who guided you softly, spoke to you in this soothing, kind voice, someone, who stayed next to you as you drifted into nothingness… But you remembered everything. You were alone. You knew that for sure and for some reason it made you feel conflicted. Of course, you had wished for someone to spend the night with. Just someone to talk to… Fuck, you needed so much more than that, but currently, you’d settle for companionship… But there was no one. Just you, in your big, empty house. Remembering this morning’s discomfort, you didn’t dare drink. You even made yourself something more nutritious and healthier, instead of your usual sandwich and you tried to watch something, but felt so exhausted that you ended up taking a quick shower and going to bed early, once again pulling the pillow against your chest and curling around it, hoping to once again feel the mysterious presence. It had soothed you, when you felt so much sadness and you wanted that back. You’d be happy to feel anything really. Anything except the loneliness that’s been gnawing at you. But that feeling never returned. Whatever it was, you couldn’t feel it when you woke up the next day. It was just you and the empty bed. Not wanting to let yourself feel down, you got up quickly, not even making your bed and you walked downstairs to make yourself a cup of coffee and get ready for your day. You threw on a dark blue skirt with a small slit at the right thigh and a white shirt and you picked out a matching dark blue blazer, collecting your things and leaving for work. The day somehow passed in a flash, between way too much work and your new colleagues. Knowing you had plans with them, you actually got home at a decent hour, so you could change out of your work suit, take a nice, relaxing shower and wear fresh clothes. The change of pace even uplifted your spirit and you found yourself looking forward to those drinks. Turns out, the place was fairly close to your house and you decided to take a walk and enjoy the nice weather. Stepping out of your house in a dress and high-heeled shoes, make up fixed and your hair down, you felt great and you were about to get on your way, when you heard your neighbour call out your name and you turned to see Wanda sitting on a picnic blanket in her yard, playing with her kids. It was no coincidence either. Wanda had been thinking of you for the past two days, the memory of that night never far from her thoughts. She kept returning to that moment, when you leaned against her, even though you didn’t even know she was there, kept seeing your serene face when she would stroke your cheek or your hair. God, why did you have to be so perfect? Staying away from your thoughts made her feel like she was in withdrawal. No matter what she did, she could never keep herself away for long. Which is why, she staged this little moment, hoping to see you. And there you were, looking gorgeous in your dress and smiling at her so beautifully, she could get lost in it. “Oh, hi, Wanda! Hi boys, how are you?” “Hi, Y/N!” The boys greeted you, Billi waving with his little hand. “We’re fine, we thought to spend some time in the sun, before it’s time for dinner. Where are you off to, neighbour?” Wanda asked, smiling, reluctantly anchoring herself in the present and away from her dreamy thoughts of you. She seemed to sit passively, but her inquisitive eyes never left you. Something that you were starting to get used to somehow. “A drink with some colleagues. We’re celebrating tonight. I finally got the whole team together.” “You did? That’s wonderful! And you look lovely as always, of course.” The redhead complimented. “Don’t tell me you’ll walk there, though… Especially not on those heels!” “Thank you! And yes, I thought I’d walk for a bit. It’s so nice out. And besides, it would be so irresponsible to drink and drive.” You tried to joke. “Yes, you’re right.” Wanda agreed, but her head was already plagued with thoughts that she barely even heard your joke. She knew she shouldn’t meddle, she was trying to keep her distance after all, but she couldn’t help how she felt. “Well, if you need a ride home, you can always text or call me. I wouldn’t mind.” “No, I could never inconvenience you like that.” You tried to decline. “I’m a big girl, I can find my way home.” You tried to assure her, not noticing the way her eyes narrowed a little. Wanda wanted to scoff out loud at your statement, but knew it would be inappropriate. You were being such a stubborn thing. And so thoughtless too. Going in a bar dressed like that, surrounded by people you didn’t know. Anything could happen to you. There were all kinds of people just waiting for someone as sweet and as naïve as you. “Well, if you change your mind, please, do call.” Wanda said, instead of the many protests she had, already hanging on her tongue. “I promise.” You reassured the woman with a warm smile. “I’ll be going now, but I hope you guys have fun.” You waved at the happy family and the kids waved back while Wanda offered you a brilliant smile of her own. You considered if you should also apologize for the time you had to cancel your plans with Wanda and to tell her that you hoped to see her again soon, but you couldn’t gather the courage for it, the words stuck in your throat. Luckily, with Wanda you didn’t have to speak. “I hope you have fun too!” She responded a little thoughtful. “And stay safe.” She called out as an afterthought, while you walked away, smiling at the knowledge that you wanted to spend time with her.   “Always!” You called out in a cheerful tone, taking one last look at Wanda, before you read the directions in your maps application again. As Wanda watched you walk away, hips swaying, she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave things as they were. Perhaps because she knew that, or because she couldn’t help herself, she used her powers to take a quick glance at the place you were going, the directions you were reading, more than enough for her. Just in case you need her, she thought. Obviously, she tried to stop herself, arguing that involving herself would only deepen her obsession with you. But wasn’t it too late for that? How many lines had she crossed, how many times had she found herself listening to your private thoughts, spied on you, influenced you, gotten close, because she couldn’t stay away? How much longer would it last? How much longer could she pretend that she couldn’t stop thinking of you? How many people’s feelings did she have to hurt? How much longer would her heart be able to take it? Yes, she should make a choice and stick to it. Better yet, she should give you your space. She tried to reason, that you were simply going out, telling herself that you would have people you know with you, that perhaps you’ll be smart and get a cab, that maybe someone from your team will offer you a ride home… Then again, who were those people? What would stop them from taking advantage of you, once you were in their car? Wanda would never forgive herself if she let something happen to you. She knew that. But that wasn’t what scared her most. What really terrified her was that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from hurting someone, should they be foolish enough to lay a finger on you. She’s done some terrible things in her past already, time had proven her capable of monstrous things and she had to live with that. Time had shown her that no amount of remorse or guilt, no shame would ever stop her from protecting those she loved. For her family, she would murder the world. For her boys, she would lay waste to the whole universe, without batting an eye. What would she do for you, she wondered… Would she kill someone? To her surprise the answer came easily. Would she sacrifice a life for you? Certainly. For your safety, for the beauty that you held inside you, for your kindness, for your gentle soul, for the privilege of hearing the thoughts inside your head, for a chance to have you close… For that and so much more, she wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever needed to be done. She was a woman, who protected those she loved. She protected what was hers. The calm finality of such an answer startled her inner self, yet her exterior stayed perfectly poised as she thought it over. She didn’t have to think long to know what this meant. In the days of her past, she wouldn’t have hesitated, wouldn’t have waited to make her move. She wouldn’t have let doubt stand in her way, or jealousy to lead her, where she belonged. Yes, the time for waiting had passed, she thought. Her mind was made up long ago, her fate sealed. Her path would have always lead her here, to you and avoiding it had only brought her remorse. Wanda’s mind stayed distant, her eyes fixed in the horizon, until the voices of her sons brought her back to reality. For a brief moment she hugged them, kissing the tops of their heads gently, before giving in to whatever game they wanted to play, her mind already rushing through ways to see you tonight. Wanda even rationalized that it would be so she wouldn’t worry so much about you. She’d just check in on you, make sure that the people around you will take care of you and that no one at the bar will get any ideas… There was nothing wrong with a little concern, was there? A little investment into your calm future together. By dinner she had a babysitter arranged and she calmly ate with her sons, explaining that she’ll need to go out after their bedtime, but that she’ll have their favorite babysitter in the house, if they wake up for any reason. She reassured them that she won’t be out long and she even gave them a little candy for dessert, which had them smiling. The boys were more than happy to accept such an arrangement and Wanda let them play while she cleaned up, already thinking of the best way to complete her little mission tonight. When she tucked in Billy and Tommy, giving them a few kisses goodnight and she had greeted in the babysitter, Wanda walked upstairs and opened her closet. Unlike you, she chose modest, much more casual clothes, something that would easily blend in with the crowd at the bar. Looking good, but forgettable, was something she learned with the Avengers and it was a skill that had saved her life, not to mention kept her hidden, when she needed it. Clean, but casual clothes, polite, but brief conversations were the best way for receptionists, servers and bartenders to forget you, walking briskly, but calmly would help you blend in with the people on the streets, hiding her accent would stop people from asking questions… It was little things, some of which she did subconsciously, but she remembered every lesson and they came in handy. Wanda scoped out the bar, circling it with her car, before she ever parked. She saw you at a table, surrounded by a group of mostly women and she cursed internally. She counted the exits, while she wondered if perhaps, she saw you with mostly men, she would feel better? Probably not, she decided quickly, since she realized that she didn’t really want to see you with anyone.   The place had 4 servers and a bartender. The music was nice, but not too loud, allowing you all to speak and the garden was almost entirely full, because it allowed smoking, so Wanda sat at a more secluded table there, knowing she would hide easily in such a space. As a precaution, she even used her magic to turn her hair her natural soft brown, knowing it will attract far less attention than her auburn locks. Glamour was handy like that and easily undone. Wanda was grateful that the waitress took her order quickly, so she wouldn’t have to hide the way her eyes stayed trained on you. You seemed to talk smoothly with everyone, smiling softly and she felt warmth spread through her at the sight, to see you so natural and free, until she realized that she wasn’t the only one admiring. A girl to your right, seated next to you, was leaning on the table, watching you almost as intently as she was, pretending to listen to whatever story you were telling, but Wanda knew that look. That girl hadn’t heard a word, too lost in her own thoughts. Recklessly, forgetting how dangerous it was to know what others tried to hide, Wanda peaked into those thoughts, finding admiration there. This girl, Dawn, liked your smile, liked the sound of your voice, found it so attractive that you could easily take over the entire conversation, everyone’s attention entirely on you, how they were hanging on to every word you said, how easily you made them laugh… She was attracted to you. And you, poor girl, didn’t even know it. So innocent, so oblivious to it. Or so Wanda though at first. As the night progressed, however, she realized you knew of this little crush. You could see it, but chose not to show it. Were you entertaining this? Were you actually interested? Could you not see that this girl would never be able to give you what you want? She could never take care of you, the way Wanda would. She could never love you, devote herself to you, the way Wanda would. She could never please you, the way Wanda knew you needed. Why couldn’t you see, that… Why wouldn’t you, she asked herself, and faced with uncertainty and the glaring interest of another, she pushed herself to search for the answer within you. The answer she found however was baffling. You never even thought she would want you. You never thought you stood a chance… Now that… It bothered Wanda. Was she not obvious enough in your interactions? How come you would notice this girl’s interest, but not hers? Did she not make herself available? How could you not see that she wanted you? But she could work on that… No, that’s not what really got under her skin. No, what really frustrated her, was that such a foolish reason would stand in her way. That something so utterly untrue would be the cause for you to sit in this bar, instead of Wanda’s couch. Or better yet, her bed. Wanda blamed herself for that. She had been too indecisive, too stubborn and withdrawn, too scared to take a chance. She was flirting with you one moment, then pulling away, unable to decide if she should make a move the next. Drowning herself in your thoughts and fantasies, that fed her own, instead of choosing. You needed her to lead, you needed her to be sure and instead of taking you, the way she should have, she tip-toed around you. And now, you were smiling at this girl instead, letting her touch your hand like that, in the way that had Wanda close to snapping. The witch did her best to keep her composure, to remain calm as she watched the night unfold, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking from all the emotions that swirled inside her. After a few of your co-workers left, Wanda managed to calm down a little, hoping that you might decide to go home as well, but the moment was short lived. Four men from a nearby table decided to buy drinks for the remaining girls in your group and one of them even tried to chat you up, driving Wanda up the wall with jealousy and barely concealed rage. None of this was meant to be happening. She wanted them off of you, wanted their eyes to stop undressing you, for their thoughts to stop picturing you writhing for them, she wanted to walk up to your table and drag you away and she hated that the only reason why she couldn’t, was the fact that you weren’t hers. How was she foolish enough not to make you hers? What was she thinking playing that game? God, she was mad at herself right now and she was seconds away from doing something stupid, like manipulating their thoughts and making them leave, probably hurting them in the process, when to her relief she saw you turn them down, having a brief, but polite conversation with them, before they walked away. “Now, that’s a good girl!” Wanda thought with a smirk. “I’ll have to remember to reward you.” She mused, leaning back in her chair. The rest of the night seemed to pass without incident and Wanda waited patiently for you to decide that it’s time for you to leave, before quickly paying her bill and leaving an appropriate tip. She snuck out unnoticed and she drove away, not wanting you to see her and catch her in the last possible moment. She made her way to her house quickly, speeding a little recklessly to get there and having a brief chat with the babysitter, learning that the boys slept undisturbed the entire time, before paying the woman and watching her leave. It was a lucky thing too, because she could still see her walk down the street, when a car arrived and parked in your driveway. She didn’t want you to see someone leave her house at such an hour and give you the wrong impression. She was done with meaningless flings, done with trying to replace you, done running from what she wanted and certainly done with wasting her chances. As she was thinking that, hidden behind her curtain, Wanda’s eyes stayed fixed on the car, the blanket of her magic surrounding your house, so she could hear your interaction with the person who drove you back. It was mostly pleasantries, she sighed happily, until she realised that the person you were thanking for the ride, was none other than Dawn. The girl wanted some time alone with you, happily taking her time on the way to your place and she was scrambling to find a topic, so you’d stay a little longer with her, even daring to compliment your outfit. She was bold, Wanda thought, her fists clenching once more. But you took it all gracefully, thanking the girl once more and bidding her goodnight, before you left the car and found your way inside your house. The day had been long and you felt so tired, kicking your high heeled shoes off your feet with a sigh of relief. God, you were so happy that you’ll have two days to rest up, already planning to turn off all your alarms and just sleep in. As you made your way through the quiet house, climbing the stairs with slow, deliberate steps, your thoughts drifted to the bar. You were happy with the people on your team, happy how well they were getting along. They seemed to like you too. You had done well. A little too well, you mused, when you thought back to Dawn and the way she was looking at you. You weren’t blind, of course, you could see her trying to get close to you, you could feel her hopeful eyes and you knew it could turn into a problem. You didn’t want to go down that road though. Didn’t want to get involved with people from work. Crossing that line was never something you intended. But God, did you miss that kind of attention. You missed being touched and adored, missed being cared for, being wanted, missed having a person to talk to, to share moments with… You missed being loved. With those bitter thoughts, you took a shower, allowing the water to wash away the worries of your day and to relax your stiff muscles. “Perhaps I’ll just go on a dating website.” You thought as you dried off, contemplating if perhaps taking care of yourself will help your mood, but in all honesty, you had no energy for it. You just wanted to go to bed, wanted to snuggle up to the warm body of a woman you loved and to melt in her embrace. Was that so much to ask for? To be held? But that thought was just as dangerous, as it awakened another memory of the ghostly presence that had soothed you in your drunken sadness. Would she come back, you wondered, thinking on the way it had calmed and relaxed you. But that was probably crazy. You were just drunk. Pulling down a pillow and nestling it firmly against your body, you allowed yourself to settle down for the night, your thoughts quieting down, until they disappeared entirely and you drifted into sleep, peaceful and unaware of the red eyes that stared through your bedroom windows. “Don’t worry, little one. Mommy will be with you soon enough. I’ll make sure that you never feel lonely again.”

[xylerray]

Jujutsu Kaisen headcanons

Show: jujutsu kaisen

Character shown: Gojo, Sukuna, Megumi, Nobara, Yuji

Genre: mostly fluff but not with the Sukuna headcanons. He is a real perv in my eyes

Authors note: I came up with these while playing genshin lol enjoy. And I tried to do it gender neutral but sometimes I get caught up and write you with a gender. Sorry for that! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Gojo:

He always goes with you everywhere because he wants you save

He loves to see you in his clothes because they are way to big for you

Somehow you and Sukuna became besties and now you try to pull pranks on Gojo

Gojo also loves to feed you

He really wants a child but at the same time doesn’t

Easy jealous

When he’s bored he tries to „activate“ your kinks

Loves to shower with you (without sex)

When you are lecturing him, he loves to make you flustered with compliments or dirty words.

Example: „You care like a real daddy/mommy. Do you wish to become one?

When you make out he puts his hands beneath your shirt

Loves to give you neck kisses

You once wrote down your dirty desires. Gojo found the paper and then it went 18+

Sukuna:

His favourite nickname is daddy

Always wants you on his lap

The bed broke due to nightly activities

His hands ALWAYS wander your body

When you are having an attitude, he reminds you of your special nights

Your arguments end in the bed

TOP AS FUCK

After a stressful day he loves to come home and lay on your chest (if you have b00bs he lays his head between them)

Kisses are rough and filled with hunger

He loves to admire you

He squeezes you thigh (which is a soft spot of yours)

His favourite place to leave kisses/marks/hickeys are your back, chest, tummy, and thigh (also inner thigh)

When you guys drink alcohol, he‘s gonna drink it first and pours it into you through a rough kiss

Loves to leave bite marks at obvious places on your body

Expect not to walk the next morning

He will bring flowers to seem sweet

When he’s home he always walks around without a shirt

Megumi:

The most gentle soul ever

Overprotective

Loves your voice, giggles, laughs

Your family loves him

Treats you like royalty

Loves to pin you against things

You always jump on him that he almost falls

Bought you a promise ring

Says „I love you“ in riddles

When he hugs you from behind he always lifts up your shirt a bit and squeeze your hip

Light chuckles

„I just love how stupid you are“

He becomes really overexcited about things which is really rare to see

Dances with you kn the living room/rain

Backing/cooking together (he makes sure you don’t fuck it up)

You sometimes go into cafés or sk just to judge people

Hand kisses

Kisses your whole arm until your shoulder

Fav kissing spot on your body: shoulder, hand, lips

THE MOST PASSIONATE KISSER

Nobara

Always cheers you on

Baby, honey, sweetie

„You are doing great! Keep going!“

Teaches you how to fight

Loves to spin you in the air

Is overly confident so if someone wants to flirt with you she lets them and enjoys watched you turn them down

Always brings you something sweet

Makes sure that you eat so you spent all meals together

„My baby“

If she wants attention she lifts up your chin so you face her

Big cuddle bear

Loves it when her shirt smells like you

Big spoon

A forehead kiss every morning

You two plan on adopting a cute little girl when you are older (regardless of your gender)

Loves to go shopping with you

Cupping your face

Yuji:

Always excited to see you

„Cute little devil“

You guys are childhood besties

You are both pretty stupid

Gets over excited over the smallest things

Hates it when you guys are on dates and Sukuna takes over

Beach picnic dates

You both love to play never have ok ever but as a pillow fight

You both also love to watch horror movies because you both get scared and cling onto one another

Megumi:“one idiot + one idiot = one big stupid idiot aka their future child.“

To piss Yuji off you sometimes give Sukuna a kiss

Loves to lay his head into your lap so you can play with his hair

When you are far away from each other, Yuji will face time you every evening

When you can’t face time he wants a picture of your gorgeous face

Serious when it comes to your safety

A/n: thanks for reading! I hope it is to your liking! If you have recommendations or requests be sure to leave a comment!

[billiebossnova]

So it'd be a Cassie Howard x male reader and the idea is that the reader has a really big crush on Cassie, but he thinks that he doesn't have an opportunity because he's not popular and he's a sophomore, but in a party, he loses his virginity with her. Cassie would be the dom and if you want to, you can add a mommy kink and it'd also have aftercare. About the reader, he'd be a really shy, sensitive, sweet and good guy, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings. He'd also be pretty tall, about 1.80 (5'11)

Oh, I forgot to add something, the guy would have like a soft appearance and he's in the basketball team (just add that if you want ofc)

tags: 18+ graphic smut, mature content, piv, dirty talk, established fwb, swearing, rough sex,

This might just be the last euphoria smut? flluff I do :(

Parties weren’t your thing, yet here you were spiting kool-aid with what must have been vodka or something. Your eyes searched the room full of people dancing and playing beer pong until your eyes locked with hers. 

Her eyes were like deep blue glaciers you could get lost in. You know that song ocean eyes by Billie Eilish, yeah Im pretty sire she wrote them about Cassie Howard. She was by far the hottest senior in school, everyone wanted to get with her. Sadly she had to pick the one douchey guy in the world.

Not to say she would be better with you. You would only make her self conscious with how shy you were. 

You weren’t one to party, hell you barely left the house, only school and home. You mostly keep to yourself with the exception of being friends with Rue and her group. Hell you don’t even now how you became friends with them, they just kinda showed up. But you were fine with that. 

She smiled and waved. God you could just melt right there. It seemed like everything was going in slowmotion like the movies, she was coming over to you in your quiet Conor you asserted dominance over. 

“Hey, I was waved to you but you kinda just stood there.” Guess you forgot how to be a human and stared at her all doe eyed. 

“yeah sorry, I thought you were looking at someone else.” You laughed off. What a lie, you just could not believe The Cassie Howard was interacting with you. The only interact you ever got from her was passing in the hallways were you would steal a glance at her. Doubt she ever noticed. 

“Wanna hang out? None of my friends are here yet and parties are like really boring to me.” 

A slight whimper left your lips, thankfully the noise of the music dropped it out. 

“…s-sure, I mean.. yeah” was all that left your lips before Cassie took your hand and led you to one of the rooms. 

It was much quieter now and you could feel the nerves from the air until she spoke up. “You’re y/n right? I see you in the hallways sometimes with Rue, I always thought you were really cute.” 

Shit. Your eyes widened and hangs got clammy. 

“When I saw you were here I had to come and say hi.” She scooted closer, closing the distance between. 

Suddenly your pants got real tight  and not a single word could be uttered. 

Just when you thought her pants couldn’t get any higher, she touched your hand and crept up to your face. Taking your face in her hands she planted slow small kisses down to your collarbone. 

You bent your neck, giving her more room. “Oh you like that huh?” Cassie smugly said again your skin. You could only utter a “uhhm” before she straddled and sat on your lap. 

“Oh is someone excited to see me?” You swallowed as you try to find the words and you froze up. 

“Would this be the wrong time to tell you I’m a virgin? Because if it is I’m sorry I’ll leave and I- fuck sorry I don’t know.” 

She gazed your eyes and laughed. “No its ok, Im glad you told me actually, its ok we can go slow, if you want.” 

Fuck, you weren’t hoping to get laid tonight but fuck it right? 

She continued giving small love bits at your neck, probably leaving a bruise in the morning making it hard ton explain to your friends, you’ll tell them you fell. 

“You know you can hold me right?” For the past five minutes your hands hovered over her wait not knowing what to do. You finally grabbed her waist almost carefully like she could break or something. 

She pushed you down towering over you as her hand fiddled with your shirt ultimately pushing them under. Her cold hands traced over your warm bare skin. Cassie started to kiss you deeply, soft but deep. Your hands traced her waist coming in contact with her lacy bra unceasing it and letting it fall to the flor. God you have no idea what you’re doing. 

“Woah there, pretty boy, getting to the point I see.” She shirt soon followed suit leaving her bare. You stared doe eyed, reaching up and giving them a squeeze earned a moan from Cassies lips. You smiled as your lips crashed back into hers. Breaking away she let her hands followed down under your pants giving your bulge a squeeze. She swallowed your moan and squeeze ever harder. 

“Take them off.” She ordered and your followed wasting no time taking hers off in the process. Small whimpers escaped from you lips as Cassie began slowly grinding, letting you feel her wetness. Oh god you could have just released right there. 

“You like that, huh? Of course you do my pretty pretty boy.” Her dirty talk almost sent you over the edge. She took your hard out of your pants, spiting on it and slowly stroking. Whines falling out your lips with a few moans here and there. 

“You got hard off just that huh? Quit Whining.” Cassie berated. Suddenly she sat and filled herself up. You groaned at her actions. You felt everything, sexual bliss falling over you and nothing else matters in that moment, just you and her. Cassie started slowly but quickly got in a rhythm. You couldn’t keep up. She held herself up with hands on your chest, her breasts jumping with the rhythm of your strokes. Moans filled the air and you wondered the door was going to open at any minute. 

Your hands on her waist, you slammed her over and over until you both reached your high. You let her ride it out and she came off, laying down beside you. 

She breathe heavily “Not bad for a virgin” 

muffled music played as you both laid.

“you ok? i know it was your first time.” she turned her head and gave you a small smile. to be honest you werent. You were on cloud fucking nine.

“yeah, it was amazing.” you looked at her eyes once again still not over what happened.

“hmm” she hugged you tight and put her head on your chest, tracing your collarbone.

“you did good pretty boy.” this night couldnt have been better

[finniestoncrane]

This is embarrassing but...I really like your stories with plus-sized readers and as a plus-sized gal (300+) could you maybe write something about The Riddler (specifically Paul Danos) being into a bigger girl? I've seen a few floating around but they kind of focus on the rogues defending their girlfriends from mean comments? And I would rather just see a positive interpretation of them being into a bigger lady?

baby i GOT YOU 💜 please there's like 300lbs of me for that bean pole man to wrap himself up in and i fully believe he would adore every single bit of a bigger body

i wrote specific things for each riddler BUT i think they all apply to all of them because they would all simp for a plus size partner, trust 💚

also pls i haven't read much else with plus size characters but i HATE that trope it makes me so sad ;-; and shout out to my husband for listing what he likes about sex with my plus size body lmao

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff and language and kinks etc

dano:

my thing here is that he has a mommy kink SO BAD which i feel lends itself to a plus size babe who can smother him with their breasts, belly, thighs, arms, WHATEVER and he will apologise for fetishizing you but he won't stop lmao he loves LOVES being held by soft arms. he loves looking at you on his sofa while he streams and imagining curling up into you when he's done trying to change the world/commit acts of domestic terrorism. his favourite thing in the whole world is when you wear shorts, because then he can see every bit of your thighs, and a big t-shirt that he painted his logo on to for you. will fall asleep on your stomach because he says it's softer than any expensive pillow and he loves to hear and feel you breathing he's a desperately clingy man, which extends to sex. he loves grabbing onto you and holding you. favourite things to grab, even above tits and ass, are love handles/chunky hips while he's pulling you on to him, a waist dent that he can really sink his hands into and run them over any adorable chubby bits, and inner thighs. loves to pull out and cum on your stomach.

arkham:

the mechanics of everything intrigue him, especially your body. he's actually quite shocked by how hypnotic/erotic he finds the way you move. his two favourite positions are having you on your back, watching your stomach and breasts move as he thrusts, and having you bent over, so he can see your ass jiggle when he slams into you GOD you're like the opposite of every medium he usually works with. you're like clay, you're like clouds, you're like liquid almost. where his hands are used to rough textures, metals and wires, you're a treat for his calloused hands. you're soft, pliable, and he fkn loves touching every single bit of you to make sure it's as soft and cushiony as the last time he touched it, which was probably five minutes ago going back to mechanics, if you wear something with buttons down the front he will spend the entire day admiring them for taking the strain but willing them to give up and just burst already because fuck that would be hot

young justice:

will show you off at every available opportunity because the boy is happy to have someone thick as all hell who is willing to be seen with him in public. he's a sucker for losing all control to you, and will state multiple times with strong conviction that being smothered by you as you sit on his face would be a heavenly way to die PLUS he's a nervous and self-conscious kind of guy and is worried about how well he performs, so having you on top is a PLUS because your weight and how hard you can press down on him makes him feel like he's deeper inside of you freaks out about the way you look in high-waisted jeans and no he can't put his finger on it, but it probably has something to do with your ass because that's his BAG. if you at any point bend down near him, the whole rest of his day is wasted because all his mind can think about is whatever fabric was covering you stretching tight against your thighs and your butt under his bed you will find quite a few magazines with spreads of plus size lingerie models, man knows what he's into y'know?

capullo/zero year:

i don't know if he has a specific thing for plus size women, or even a specific thing for women, he's an any hole's a goal kind of fucker and i love him for it. seems like he could charm his way into your pants by telling you how gorgeous you are and how hot you'd look wrapped around him. if he told me he liked a lil meat on his women i'd be his, anyone else would get their dick punched he absolutely loses it for your thighs smothering him while he eats you out, loves a pussy he can grab and smack too because he's VULGAR. he uses the term bbw way too much but the enthusiasm he has for your body makes up for it loves LOVES making you wear tight dresses, he's a sucker for sins of the flesh and the more flesh there is, the more sin there is too. he's obsessed with how your body looks when it's squeezed into something and all of your curves and rolls are accentuated and very obvious. and if you feel shy and embarrassed honestly that's all the better because he takes it as a challenge to loosen you up and make you feel absolutely thirsted over...or perved over

gotham:

"did you know that women were more often portrayed as being thicker and curvier in art from the renaissance period as this symbolised true beauty and power? i understand this fully now, having been allowed to appreciate your body" he is a complete sucker for a soft, warm body pressed into him and takes appreciative to a new level. is gentle and slow with his touches, like he's taking in a masterpiece at an art gallery. which is funny because he does kind of act like he's about to get caught touching the art sometimes, embarrassed and flustered by how long he's just been stroking you and taking you in. sticking with the art form theme, he also loves ropes, is all up in the business of shibari and kinbaku and is OBSESSED with how your skin looks, pressing out over the ropes where they're tightest against your biggest parts. the texture and the look are enough to drive him wild and photographing you for research is a must

[darthmaulification]

savage opress NSFW alphabet

A/N: finally! i got this finished!!

*pounds chest* me love big zabrak man!!! and i am in 100% support for soft!savage so y’all are gonna see a ton of that here. 💀 

also, i had to do so much mental math with this one because savage is so darn tootin’ tall (7ft 1in, from what i’ve read) that relating his you-know-what’s size relative to him was ✨challenging✨ but also 😳🥴🥵💦 if ya know what i mean.

and i mention the maul nsfw alphabet i wrote a couple of times in here, so go check that one out for more clarification on a few points if you feel so inclined. 😊💕

nfsw below the cut! 😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Savage is always a bit unsure of himself in how he cares for others, but his aftercare is immaculate. Every time, there’s this brief window of Post Coital Cuddles where he just holds you in his arms and purrs like there’s no tomorrow, and I mean like near full body vibrations, he’s purring so damn hard and loud. More often than not, this is usually the part where Savage passes out, usually he’s too darn sleepy to finish the rest of the aftercare. However, if he does manage to keep his eyes moment for a few minutes longer, Savage kisses you all over, asks you what you need, and will get the job done in the most tender and sweet way possible.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Savage is a sap and would say that all of you is his favorite, and honestly mean it. He thinks that you and your body are nothing but perfect, all of it. He’ll compliment you with the utmost sincerity, telling you just how beautiful you are whenever and wherever. Savage loves to look at you, to feel you, to worship you. He enjoys all of the squishier parts of you especially, whether that be your thighs, tummy, ass, breasts, etc etc. He loves that you’re so soft compared to him.

However, for as much as he’s able to see the beauty in others, Savage has trouble seeing the beauty in himself. He feels like a monster most of the time, feels like he’s been deformed by his enhancements. It’s not easy for him to choose a favorite part of his body, because he honestly doesn’t like his body. So, you’ll have to coax him into learning to love himself, which isn’t and won’t be easy, but Savage needs to learn that he is allowed and has earned the right to treat himself with love. This will lead to whatever your favorite part of him to be his favorite, whatever that may be.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

Savage cums buckets. Like... an ungodly amount of nut. It’s thick, white, and Maker, it is virile. His sperm count is off the fucking charts, and he knows it. Savage makes sure to cum inside you every time, unless you specifically ask him not to. He pushes balls deep, up to the hilt, and lets loose inside you, absolutely coating your walls in sticky, creamy white. It’s usually so much that the moment he pulls out, it literally spills out of you, and something about that sight has Savage genuinely horny all over again. If it’s okay with you, because he always asks before he does anything, Savage will push it back in with a couple fingers.

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

... Okay, so be nice to him... Savage has a Mommy kink. It’s nothing too crazy, but it’s definitely there. He wants to call you to Mommy, listen to everything you say and tell him to do, be your “Good boy”. Honestly, it’s enough if you just call him the name, if you’re not comfortable with the title, and if you’re his gentle femdom (he would literally worship you). 

Thing is, he might never tell you this because it embarrasses him beyond belief, like cripplingly embarrassing, and he doesn’t know how you’ll react if he told you.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

To be honest, Savage has had no experience. Mostly, it’s because he was raised in an environment where he was taught that his purpose in life was only fighting, so he was never given/had the opportunity of sex. He never had the chance to explore that avenue with another person, because there was no one to explore it with and he was being trained half to death most of the time. Of course, he’s picked up things throughout his life from others, so he’s not clueless and has a semi-idea of how to please someone. So when you and him do the do for the first time, Savage is unsure of himself, a bit clumsy, and kinda self-deprecating. You’ll need to talk to him, tell him that he’s welcome to your body and that you want him, and walk him through some of the actions. So while your first time with Savage may be a bit... disorganized to put it gently, it is also so full of mutual love and respect and care that it is perfect.

And, fortunately for you and him, Savage is a very quick learner.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Savage is a big guy and he knows this, so most of the positions you and him have to take is honestly a lot more for your safety than anything else. Especially at the beginning, Savage will want to be as safe as possible, so it’s most likely going to involve you on top of him, but as he gets more confident in his abilities, he’ll be more open to topping you. When it gets to that point of mutual trust, his favorite positions include:

Missionary. This position is just super personal and intimate for him. It allows Savage to see your every reaction, every gasp and moan you let out. He likes being face-to-face with you, being able to kiss you all over the whole time is especially important to him. Savage also likes missionary for being able to indulge on his size kink a bit, seeing you small and beneath him with his dick bulging inside you makes him so horny.

Cowgirl. Savage loves it when you ride him! He loves being able to watch you bounce on his dick, watching your breasts and anywhere else soft jiggle, being able to feel you up. Savage also likes when you top, being under you is just as nice as being above you (though he will admit the view from below is something real special).

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Savage isn’t goofy, but he also isn’t serious. He doesn’t do a whole lot of teasing, preferring to give you exactly what you ask of him, but he isn’t so stoic as to be overly focused. He is in that warm middleground where he’s just an utter sap, just making sure he’s doing the best job he can just for you.

Sometimes though, if Savage is in a particularly playful mood, and especially if you both are, he’ll have you smiling and giggling from silly antics that he’ll do to please you. One of his go-to’s is flirtatiously flexing his muscles for you, which is a very nice sight.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Like I mentioned in my Maul NSFW alphabet, male Zabrak don’t have hair anywhere on their bodies. So Savage is completely smooth below the belt. He also doesn’t have a preference towards the hair you do or don’t have, Savage believes it isn’t his place to tell you what to do with your body.

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Very. Savage has never been as close to someone as he is with you, so he wears his heart on his sleeve. Sex with Savage is overwhelming in its kindness, he indulges on the closeness that he’s never really had before with another person in this way. Savage practically melts into your arms, wanting so badly to show you how much he adores you, he opens his very soul to you. Intimacy, despite his cold upbringing, comes naturally to him, if not a bit surprising, but Savage wouldn’t have it any other way.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

Mm... not really, to be honest. He did “more” in his youth, when he could, but even then it was very secretive and few and far between. So yeah, Savage has indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, but he really doesn’t find the time nor motivation to yank it. Especially with you in his life, Savage is set.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Savage does indeed have quite a few kinks, but he’s also a bit sheepish about them. He’ll tell you if you ask, but he’ll get all fidgety and awkward, so please be nice to him. Here’s his main ones:

Size kink. Savage is often self-conscious about his daunting height and bulk, but if there’s one area where he’s not, it’d be when he’s balls deep inside you, watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his length and the bulge that appears under your tummy. Something about it drives him near feral and makes him weak in the knees. He also loves how big his hands look as the travel your body, engulfing your skin with his palms and splayed fingers.

Breeding/pregnancy kink. He’s always liked kids, he would like kids with you, so Savage has a near crippling breeding kink. There isn’t a day where he doesn’t think about fucking you full of his seed and starting a family with you. He wants it so badly, to see you pregnant with his child, but he isn’t sure how to raise it to you. So, it’ll be a lot of very specific dirty talk and passing comments until he finally gathers the courage to tell you that he really really wants kids (and seeing you swollen with his baby and milk is just a bonus).

Praise kink. Savage loves to give praise and he loves to receive it! He’ll be complimenting and encouraging you the whole time, telling you how sexy your body is, how pretty you are to look at, how soft you are, how much he loves you, etc etc. His mouth gives only the most sincere, loving praise that’ll have you holding back tears with how kind it is. And if you say nice things back??? Savage is putty in your hands. Words cannot describe how much it means to him if you tell him how good he’s making you feel, how he’s doing so well, that he’s also sexy and that you love his body... or if you call him a “Good boy”.

Predator/prey. Despite his overall kind decorum, Savage really has a predator/prey kink, like more so than Maul, which is saying something. He really likes a good chase before doing the do, gets the blood pumping to all the right places. And while he never wants you scared of him, he does toy around and give you a good spook during the hunt to catch you off guard. Savage enjoys the startled shrieks that he’s able to smother with kisses until he has you panting and giggling.

Scent kink. Honestly, this is his Monkey Brain Zabrak mind rearing it’s head. Savage really just likes sniffing you all over, taking in your scent and committing it to memory. He especially loves smelling your hair and, more vulgarly, your pussy. To him, the aroma that is you is something he gets drunk on.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

Savage is most comfortable and secure in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean it’s his favorite. He finds (after a while, of course, and gaining more experience) that he really really likes to fuck in the precarious spot that is the fucking throne room. It’s scandalous and dirty and bold, especially for Savage, but Maker, if he doesn’t love dragging you there in the dead of night and rawing you behind the throne.

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

There are two sure fire ways to get Savage hard in his pants that are completely opposite. One, Savage has a thing for you playing all cute with him. If you give him puppy dog eyes and act coy and helpless and needy, he’s on you as soon as he can be. Two, you act bold. Savage will get hot around the collar if you get get firm with him in public and whisper to him exactly what you want. He finds it very hard to say no to you if you give him such a compelling order.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Sadism. Savage just can’t do it. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He ties pain to the bouts of frustrated rage he’s prone to, pain that he inflicts on others that really hurt, or even kill them. Savage gets nightmares about laying his hands on you like that.

Also, Savage would not like being physically restrained in any way. That is a huge turn off for him, because it makes a lot of bad memories bubble to the surface.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

Savage wants nothing more than to eat you out. From the first time he ever tasted you, he was hooked. He’s addicted to your unique taste, sweet and perfect on his tongue, your warm, velvety pussy, that cute clit. Savage would spend hours with his head between your legs, mindful of his horns, if he could. He’ll lap at you like a dog, licking and kissing like he’s savoring a fine wine. Savage will have you cumming over and over again until your sobbing for him to stop.

His love for giving head honestly impedes his love for receiving head. He likes it when you do, mostly because it amuses and arouses him to see you struggle to take as much of him as you can, but it just doesn’t compare to eating you like a dessert. But if you do wish to go down on him, feel free to. Savage loves to see your tiny mouth work on his massive cock.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

SOFTIE ALERT SOFTIE ALERT!! Savage is so fucking sweet when he fucks because he puts so much thought and energy into it, he is the definition of making love. Savage fucks you hard and intensely, but it’s so careful and generous, because he doesn’t want to hurt you and just wants to treat you right. Savage literally could be blowing out your back, but it still feels like he’s worshipping your body like he’s at a temple.

Now PDA... Savage blushes if you hold his hand. He’s fairly alright with displaying the relationship, but if you do he’s a flustered, lovesick mess. He likes having a hand on you, especially holding yours, but if he has one on your lower back, he’s so awkward and sweet about it, but deep down it makes him feel really proud. Like, no one else gets to say that your his, and that has him so happy! PDA with Savage may be small, but it’s very cute.

Though if you kiss him in public, his brain shuts down and he swoons.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Yes. Once you two have been at it for a while, Savage grows more and more fond of the appeal of quickies. He likes a good, quick release, though it doesn’t compare to having hours alone with you, but it’s fun nonetheless. Savage will most likely seek a quickie from you if there’s a lull in the day, when his and your schedules slow down enough to run back to your bedroom all giggly and flirty just to go a quick round or two.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

Savage is so-so on experimenting. He’s very nervous about trying stuff that’s a bit more... drastic, so it’ll really depend on what you’re asking him to try. Though, if you coax him just enough and assure him that your with him on this, Savage will be a bit more sure of the situation and more likely to try stuff out.

As for taking risks though, like genuine risks, the only one he kinda allows himself is that rare throne room fuck that happens once in a blue moon when the climate’s right for it. Other than that, Savage doesn’t like doing too much risky stuff in the bedroom.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

A damn long time. Maybe it’s because he’s Zabrak, or maybe it’s because of his enhancements, but Savage has stamina for days. He’s easily able to last 4-5 rounds before his cock starts to protest, but even then he’ll push himself if you ask him to (though you probably will be too far gone by that point). Savage makes you cockdumb nearly every time you have sex, simply because he can just keep fucking. Like his dick stays hard even through the refractory period, and he stays just horny from when it all started. Savage, though he is embarrassed to admit this, is insatiable.

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

Savage has literally never even seen a toy in person. He has no idea how they work, what they’re used for, why people use them, what’s the appeal... He is painfully clueless. So if you want to bring toys into the mix, you’ll have to thoroughly run them down to Savage or he might get put off. Depending on the toy, he might get a little iffy around it and unsure.

The only toy that’s blacklisted for sure is any type of restraint. He does not like those.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Savage is... kinda bad at teasing. He’s just too darn sweet to tease!! He can’t find it in his heart to have you begging... for too long, that is. He may be a softie, but that doesn’t mean he’s a pushover. Savage with lightly tease throughout, toying with you a little bit before he gives in to both yours and his desires, and ravishes you.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Loud. Savage, when he isn’t very sweetly teasing you, he will be grunting and groaning and moaning your name like there’s no tomorrow. He sounds like a wild animal, all growls and snarls, rumbling deep in his throat like thunder on the horizon. It’s near constant too, and very very sexy. And, if it’s during his heat or your squeezing his cock just right, Savage won’t even be able to talk, and he’ll be reduced to a moaning, panting mess until he’s able to gather himself again.

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

I follow the headcanon that Zabrak go through heat/rut cycles, but I expand more on it here in Maul’s NSFW alphabet. Basically, it’s about the same for Savage; he had an upbringing where his sexuality was suppressed, which severely jacked up his heat cycle’s circadian rhythm, that led to years of feelings of inadequacy and shame, which then eventually led to Savage having a mini sexual resurgence once he was free from his main oppressors and oppression.

That being said, Savage’s heat cycle doesn’t come often, as it and he is still healing, but when it does he gets a bit more riled up and snippy. He’s just generally more grumpy and gets hypersensitive to smells/sounds which will make him snap at people. But he’s still Savage, so he’s still a sweetheart in his soul, if not a gruff one.

But Savage still suffers a bit from the whole shame surrounding his biology, so at first he won’t want you around when he goes into heat. It is shame, he doesn’t want you to see him like that. But you’re smart enough to catch on eventually, and you’ll really have to wriggle yourself in and pull him out of his comfort zone at the same time. Savage needs to be let known that his physiology is normal and fine, and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of it. You’ll meet a bit of push back at first, because you are trying to undo years of abuse, but eventually Savage comes around.

He still gives you the option if you want to stay with him or not, because he’s thoughtful like that. If you decide to stay with him and “help him out” so to say... expect long, fun nights.

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Savage is literally just 7 feet of pure muscle. He already towers over most others, but his burly figure also has the tendency to intimidate. Savage is positively stacked, with the physique of an Olympic bodybuilder. He’s got shoulders wide enough to sit a person on either side of his head, strong arms to match, and an absolutely exquisite pair of brawny chest muscles. Savage doesn’t have washboard abs like Maul, but he isn’t exactly dad bod either, he sits in the middleground of some definition of his muscles and a light brushing of pudge. His long, beefy legs are also particularly fun to enjoy, especially those thighs of his... and his nice ass.

And of course, Savage’s inky black tattoos paint him delectably everywhere else on his body, engraving sharp patterns all over his canary yellow skin. He also has scars scattered over his body, mostly on his hands and arms, but there are a few long ones on his back from, ones that have silvered in age, that bring about very bad memories. Savage doesn’t like talking about them.

Now his schlong... Maker you are in for it. Savage has a really, really big cock between his legs that you can thank to the enhancements his body received. Savage’s penis is 11 inches (27.94 cm) when fully erect and is just under 3.5 inches (8.89 cm) in diameter, so he is positively hung. Like all Zabrak penises, it’s ridged down the shaft and he is uncut. His balls are also fairly big, due to his size, and they sit lower from their weight.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before Savage met you, his sex drive was relatively low. He was focused entirely on other things, most of which he didn’t really have a say in the matter, that drew a lot of his time and energy. Often, he was so exhausted that sex, and even sexual urges, literally never crossed his mind. Now after he’s met you, and has caught feelings nearly instantly, Savage finds himself thinking about fucking you a lot. Before you officially started a relationship, he spent many nights indulging himself with the thought of you and his hand. And when you both started dating, Savage damn near gets horny every time he looks at you. He realizes that he really likes sex, specifically he really likes it with you.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Savage already has the tendency to sleep like a log after strenuous activities, so after you and him have done the Devil’s dance a couple times, he passes out almost instantly. Albeit, you’ll probably pass out just as fast too, so you both tend to fall asleep all sticky and messy and stupid happy. He does try though, to remain awake to give you solid aftercare, but listen, this mans is tired and he was wants to fall asleep with you in his arms. Though, he does sometimes stay aware enough to clean you up, just in case you don’t wanna go to bed sticky.

[intheseautumnhands]

Tell me aboouuuuut...[TUA] call me when you want to come back home

So this fic is largely abandoned for a few different reasons, but I keep eyeing it again considering trying to poke at it and go back to it. It is kink-ish, though nonsexual, and in a grey area of not quite shipiness, but close to it between the Hargreeves siblings, so I will put it under a cut for anyone who wants to skip past those things.

Also known as the Daddison fic, this is the fic where Allison misses being a parent but has Issues around being a mom, and the solution ends up being... to be a dad. Specifically to the rest of the family. It is not quite nonsexual ageplay or proper reparenting, but I feel like it's in a grey adjacent area to both. Allison gets to deal head-on with her worries about being a shitty parent, and everyone else gets a little bit of help when they need it dealing with having had a shitty parent, and everyone gets to heal a little bit. Not a lot of plot, just a lot of angst and fluff in turns.

I wrote about 3k of this, and I'm more happy with what I had than I realized, so have two excerpts that kind of shape where it was going:

It’s not always easy to keep things light with all the ways they’re fucked up, though, and Allison isn’t even sure how they got here -- something about Mom’s routines, or maybe the screaming kids in the cafe they got coffee at -- but she finds herself admitting, looking at her coffee and not her brother, “I do miss some things about being a mom, though.” She tries to plaster on a smile afterwards, makes herself raise her eyes to try and stop things from dropping into something hard to deal with. She knows it’s too wide, too fake, like something she’d put on for an interview, but she’s not really sure they’ve all been together long enough for anyone to catch it.

Klaus looks thoughtful, glancing at her. The look he gives her isn’t all that serious, but there’s something in it, in the way his hands pause in their fiddling before picking up speed again, in the way he swallows before he speaks, that makes her sure his next words aren’t as much of a joke as the tone suggests they are. “Well, if you want to be someone’s Mommy, you know where to find me.” It’s that edge of something strange and maybe wanting that makes Allison try to swallow her instinctive response. She doesn’t do it well enough, though, and she can see him register her little flinch -- the way his smile widens and he laughs at his own words, to point out how much of a joke it was.

“I didn’t mean,” she starts, and then stops herself, because they don’t face each other’s shit head-on unless they have to, even now. They’ve all got too many vulnerable points to poke at, and unless someone’s about to fuck things up again or she’s damn sure she can make something better by bringing it up, Allison tries not to bring any up unless someone else says it first. She doesn’t know what kind of rough edge this conversation is catching on for him, and she’s not ready to push it.

But leaving it there isn’t a great option either, and it takes her a second to steel herself for what she knows is the best thing to say.

“I was a terrible mom,” she says, and Klaus straightens, sitting up on the couch to lean towards her and listen. “Really, just, awful. Even if I hadn’t… you know….” She lifts a hand and wiggles her fingers by her mouth, indicating her rumors in a way that makes him crack a smile. “I wouldn’t have been a very good one even if I’d just been normal. I still don’t know whether I was spoiling her or too strict. Sometimes it felt like just letting her have free time every day was spoiling her too much.” “If you’d been normal,” Klaus interjects, not gently, but kindly, “you probably wouldn’t feel that way.”

“Probably.” She smiles a little, leaning back in her seat and focusing on her coffee, on anything that isn’t talking about her biggest failure. She still calls Claire when she can, and she’s arranged to do her counseling closer to the family for now so that she can maybe fix it eventually, but she doesn’t think it’ll ever feel like anything but a failure.

And later on, after Klaus has brought up being a dad instead and Allison's dismissed it, then found him having a bad night and helped him get some sleep:

It feels good, to be taking care of somebody again. It feels good, like -- she thinks of Claire, of the few times she’d been too guilty, or too aware of Patrick’s presence, to rumor her into sleep, and had sung to her or kept telling stories instead. Like being a mom, she thinks without wanting to, and her heart jumps into her throat, the knowledge of how badly she’d fucked it up already making her wonder if that settled, parental feeling is just her fucking it up all over again and not knowing it.

She tries to wrench her brain away from that pit, not wanting to wallow in self-pity or fall down that spiral while sitting here, and not wanting to move yet and risk waking him up, and a voice in the back of her head that sounds suspiciously like Klaus says, Okay, okay. Like a dad, then.

It shouldn’t work. It shouldn’t make anything settle. It shouldn’t sound comfortable.

It doesn’t… not sound comfortable, though. It doesn’t make her go cold and scared. It doesn’t feel bad.

“Fuck,” she mouths to herself soundlessly, frowning down at her sleeping brother like it’ll get rid of the thoughts he put in her head, and he just keeps sleeping on.

[dark-rainbows]

So what's your kinks you will NEVER do and what characters will you absolutely NOT do since you have no rules

I didn't really think about having a rule set like that since I didn't really think ppl were gonna actually like my writings😅😅

But for kinks, I DONT LIKE

1. Can not Do Scat, Piss, or vomit (sorry those are just really uncomfortable for me). I mean, For the vomit part, I can write it like someone just puke cause of illness/disgust/ ect ect..but not cause of something else..

2. Vore (I seriously can not write that as I could not figure out a way to explain how someone was able to eat a whole person without having it be some form of c*nnib*lism)

3. Ddlg/mommy stuff (sorry on this one yall, it's just..I really don't like the idea of some of them. I mean like calling one another mommy/daddy is def fine.. it's just..the baby stuff and diapers are weird to me).

4. Foot fetish.. (I just..cant..no explanation).

I think that's all, for now, ill add more That I can remember later.

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But now for characters I dont write for (im picky asf sorry)

I'll put these in diff categories, as there are characters I'm willing to write smut abt and some im willing to wrote fluff abt, and there are some I just Don't want to write for at all.

Here: Fluff / NOT AT ALL

Phantom Blood

Didn't watch but I think there are two characters I won't write for.

Battle tendencies

1. Cesar (NOT AT ALL) least fav in the whole show plus he was buddies with a ****

2. Joseph (fluff) improbably lying but probably not

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SDC

1. French (Fluff/Not at all) he is an interesting dude, but he is also french. But interesting..

2. Avdol (FLUFF JUST FUCKING FLUFF) He is SOO PURE AND KIND, I just can't write anything nasty abt this handsome handsome man. Unless it's just idk cute sex then sure that's fine, nothing crazy though.

3. Old man (???) He idk man..

4. Kak/cherry guy (NOT AT ALL/ maybe fluff) was my least fav in the whole group and kinda overrated. Andprettypointlessbesidehisdeath. I have a lot of strong feelings abt him as a whole but..anyway.

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DIU

1. Kira (not at all)

2. Josuke/oku (mix feelings) Love them but..its just maybe that their teens. I mean I write abt jotaro to but..idk.. maybe smut one day.

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Goldwind

1. GIO/Fugo (FLUFF ONLY) too young for comfort

2. Airplane boy (Fluff ?) I know he's Idk but..idk too kiddish for me.

3. la squadra (EXCEPT FOR RISOTTO NERO!! YES YES I LOVE HIM)

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Stone Ocean

1. Pink hair man (NOT AT ALL)

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SBR

Didnt read it yet, but already hate a few.

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Jojolion

everyone that isn't Josuke (pt8) and Rai Mamezuku

[limjaeseven]

Queen Of Hearts

Pairing: Jimin X Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Smut

Word count: 8,276

Summary: Being the biggest pornstar in the industry, your company hands you the yearly special valentine's Day project. Each year you work with a new budding star and this year's one is particularly famous for his pretty face and perky ass.

Or

Jimin is an up and coming pornstar who lands the biggest project of his life and the opportunity to work (or fuck) his biggest inspiration, you.

Warnings: switch!reader, switch!Jaebum, sub!Jimin, dom!Yoongi, dom!Jackson, shameless smut, pegging, name calling, mommy kink, sir kink, mistress kink, threesome, polyamorous relationship, bondage, spanking, sex toys, punishments, sex work, porn industry etc.

[a/n]: I apparently love piling work on myself cause I literally had no time to finish this so apologies if it's terrible. The title has no correlation to the fic, I just couldn't think of anything. Hope you enjoy over 8k words of pure, shameless smut.

"Cut" The director shouted and signalled to wrap up the shoot. Jinyoung rushed to you with a bathrobe, a bottle of batter and pack of wet wipes as you shook hands with your costar of the day. Your company had been wanting you to experiment a bit more in the BDSM space as you grew to be one of the most popular and loved porn stars in the adult industry.

"Thank you, Jinnie" You said as you chugged the bottle of water and cleaned yourself up. You couldn't help but stare at Jackson's ass as he walked to his own manager who helped him clean up. Jackson Wang was an up and coming star, one who had been recruited by your company when he was gaining popularity as a camboy, and was an excellent submissive. The best part about him was he looked like such a dominant but was a total baby boy at heart.

The scene was pretty simple, it was a mommy Dom, baby boy scene with a lot of edging and sounding and teasing. The sound of Jackson begging was just so pleasing to your ears. Jackson was actually more popular in the gay porn genre but had agreed to work on the project as soon as he found out you were his costar. You see, working with you is a one way ticket to success and no one wanted to pass up on it.

"See anything you like?" Jackson cooed. It was a running joke amongst the actors to say the cheesy pick up line whenever someone was caught admiring their bodies. You glanced at Jinyoung who was also staring at Jackson's ass and smirked.

"Not really but I'm sure Jinyoungie here things your ass is cute" Jinyoung choked on the water he was drinking as his face turned red and both Jackson and you burst out laughing. The fact of the matter was, it wasn't you who had requested for Jackson, it was Jinyoung. Your manager had a not-so-subtle crush on the actor and just wanted an opportunity to ogle at the man's naked body, live.

"Aww really? Tell 'Jinyoungie' over here that I'm taking him out for lunch tomorrow at 12 and also remind him to give his number to Youngjae over there. Also let him know that if he actually ever wanted a show, he should ask me for it cause I'd give it to him free of charge" Jackson said, winking before pointing at his manager. As soon as the man turned away, you received a slap to your arm.

"Ouch" You murmured as Jinyoung lectured you for a minute about how inappropriate that was but you just smirked at him and called Youngjae over for him to take Jinyoung's number. You headed to your green room and changed into normal clothes before checking your emails.

As soon as you saw the words 'Valentine's project 2020' a smile bloomed on your face. You opened the mail to see the usual paragraph telling you that you were going to be the female lead in the three part project. Under the heading of costar was the name 'Park Jimin'. Park Jimin was a little bit of a legend amongst the actors in your industry.

The 20-something year old boy had started off as a camboy just like Jackson and ended up being scouted by you company for a competition that it held every year in which amateurs competed to create a single video that would get the most number of views. Jimin had won that year with the widest margin in the 8 year long history of the event.

You would be lying if you said that you hadn't looked up the man before out of curiosity. He was really good looking, maybe not as good looking as some of your other costars, but he still had really pretty lips and he had a cute ass. You had watched a few of his cam videos and you found them amusing. As a pornstar, you had seen your fair share of adult videos but Jimin had such an innocent charm to him that he almost made it feel like you totally weren't watching him jerk off.

You had a few shoots before the Valentine's shoot so you called Jinyoung up the next day to ask him for the scripts. When he picked up the call though, you could feel something weird on the other side of the line. Jinyoung was panting, his heavy breathing clear through the phone. You suddenly sat up, worried about your manager's health.

"Jinyoung? Are you okay?" You asked, your voice full of concern. You started imagining the worst case scenarios. Did Jinyoung hey in trouble? Was he sick? Your mind was racing when Jinyoung cleared his throat, pulling you out of your head. He knew you well enough to hear your cogs turning from the other side of the phone.

"I'm alright, y/n, just a little busy. Is it something important?" Jinyoung asked. You suddenly heard a loud sound from Jinyoung that sounded weird. Was he moaning? You heard a lot of squelching and finally put two and two together.

"Are you with Jackson?" You asked, amused. You could feel Jinyoung blushed as he choked out a 'yes'. You pulled the phone away from your ear and hit 'record' on the call. A familiar voice spoke from Jinyoung's end.

"Hey y/n, we're actually in the middle of something, can Jinyoungie talk to you later?" You chuckled at Jinyoung and asked him to not pick up the call the next time he was fucking on of your coworkers. You cut the call and laughed loudly before texting Jinyoung the audio clip from the call. You officially had blackmail material on your best friend, you thought.

You headed over to Jinyoung's office which was right next to yours, to find the scripts for the shoots. Park Jinyoung, being the absolutely meticulous man he was, had a folder on his desks labelled 'scripts' and inside the scripts for your films were arranged in the order of shoots.

You picked up the top three and were about to leave when you saw a note on Jinyoung's desk. It looked like the noted he usually wrote down while taking on the phone. Reading through it, you realised it was about a concept discussion for the Valentine's Day project.

Usually, as part of the project, a single film was shot but that year, they were planning a three parter. The date for the meeting for discussion was written on the paper which was about three weeks from that day so you decided to come up with some concepts of your own for the shoot.

Meanwhile, you worked on your other shoots. The first one was with your best friend Yoongi. He was one of the only men you liked being submissive to. He was really hot, with his lean body and sharp eyes. His deep voice both taunted and praised you as in the scene you were supposed to be bratty and you would be trained by your dominant.

Working with Yoongi was always a pleasure. Over the years, you both had built a perfect chemistry. He knew your body at the back of his hand and you knew all his buttons and when to push them. It showed on camera as well and that was one of the reasons why you two were one of the industry's most well loved duo.

The set was fairly simple-a bedroom with red walls and black sheets. Both of you preferred darker aesthetics so it was on brand. Harnesses and cuffs all make of steel and leather. A few floggers decorated the walls along with a spiked paddle. You were tied to the bed, dressed in a black soft corset with your hands above your head and your legs spread apart, fastened to the bedposts.

The shoot went pretty smoothly and before you knew it, Jinyoung was, as usual, running over to you with a robe and a bottle of water. He looked a little distracted lately. He had been constantly birdied in his phone and was always a bit lost which was totally unlike Jinyoung.

"Who are you texting?" You enquired. Seeing the way his cheeks turned red, you figured it must have been Jackson. They had hit it off pretty well, at least that's what you assumed because Jinyoung wasn't a guy who would have sex on the first date but he did. You loved teasing him about Jackson, loving the way he got flustered everytime you mentioned the Chinese man.

"Jackson really can't back off now that he's gotten a taste of your cute ass, huh? Classy, prim and proper Park Jinyoung falling for bad boy Jackson Wang's big dick, who would have thought that was possible?" You commented and Jinyoung threw his almost empty water bottle at you as you laughed.

"He's a nice guy okay? His big dick is just a bonus. I'm just mad you got a taste before I did" Jinyoung said.

"But wasn't it you who scheduled the shoot because you were busy drooling over his cock on screen and wanted to do it in real life? Jesus Christ, stop blaming me for things that you got me to do" You replied and Jinyoung shot you his iconic death glare.

The next shoot was with Kim Taehyung. It was your first time working with him as his genre was quite different from yours. He was known for his signature art film feel to his work. You had never delved into that market but when he requested you to be his costar, you were quite intrigued and decided to give it a shot.

The film was actually one that the man had been planning for a while as the center point for his multipart series. It started off Taehyung sitting in front of a canvas, dressed in nothing but a long trench coat and you kneeling on the floor between his legs, cockwarming him. As you slowly grew impatient, you were to morph it into a proper blowjob, followed by passionate love making involving some amount of random body painting in the middle.

It was surprisingly easy to understand Taehyung's vision for the film. You just followed his rythm and it turned out better than you expected. Due to the film being super artsy, there were no dialogues meaning the only sounds were those of moans, grunts and skin against skin. Fortunately Taehyung's baritone was more than enough to compansate for the lack of words.

When the shoot was over, you weren't greeted by Jinyoung but instead, Jungkook, another manager in the company helped you get dressed. When you asked him why Jinyoung didn't come, he passed you a note that he had given Jungkook, saying that there was an important event that he couldn't miss and asked him to fill in.

"Hey y/n, sorry for being unable to accompany you for the shoot. Jackson's having some problems with the company and he's having dinner with his boss to discuss his future prospects in the industry and he really needed some moral support so he asked me to accompany him and I just couldn't say no. Also I know the script for the next shoot doesn't have your costar's name on it and that was on purpose. Check your recent texts and you'll find out who it is. I'll see you tomorrow, dinner is on me. Love, Jinyoung" The note said.

You checked your phone to see a text from Jinyoung and one from an unknown number. You checked Jinyoung's text first and it was just to check up on you and ask about the shoot along with an additional apology. You sent him a quick text telling him that the shoot went well and that he needed to stop apologizing, saying that you didn't mind. You sent an extra text last minute to tell him to say hello to Jackson before checking the other text that almost made you drop your phone.

"I'm shooting with THE Lim Jaebum, are you actually kidding me?" You exclaimed as you are dinner with Jinyoung in his living room he next day. Jaebum had been your biggest inspiration/celebrity crush ever since you joined the industry. He was the biggest male star and it was next to impossible, even for you, to get a shoot with him.

"I got a call from his manager two weeks ago asking for any date that you were free on because apparently, Jaebum had been keeping an eye on you for a while and finally decided it was time to work with you" You couldn't believe what Jinyoung was saying. The shock that had set it when you read the text saying "Good evening, I am Kim Namjoon, Mr Lim Jaebum's manager and I just wanted to confirm that you are infact available to shoot on the 4th?"

The day of the actual shoot you were so nervous that you had Bambam, your close friend and fashion designer, style you. When you reached the studio, you met with the director who guided you to the changing room. You slipped into your outfit which was compromised of a black lace lingerie set along with matching stockings and garters. A sheer black wrap completed the look along with strong eye makeup.

You stepped out to be met with the cold air conditioning which made you shiver. You suddenly felt warmth enveloping you as someone placed a jacket on your shoulders. You turned behind to see Jaebum dressed in a white Valentino t-shirt, black slacks, a Gucci blazer, a Chanel belt and Louboutin dress shoes. His hair was down, his bangs covering his forehead. He looked like a million bucks and if you weren't quick enough, he would have definitely have caught you drooling.

"Pretty cold, isn't it?" He said and you dumbly nodded. Before you could embarrass yourself, you heard Jinyoung call your name and you stepped away from Jaebum and walked over to your manager. He showed you the set and finalised things with the crew before you were told to get on the bed to start the shoot.

The set had a king size bed with an intricately carved wooden headboard and emerald green sheets. The walls were a light grey and were decorated with simple sconces which gave the dull set a bit of warm yellow light. You sat at the edge of the bed waiting for Jaebum. You heard the director shout 'action' and your costar calmly walked towards you, his hands in his pockets. He placed his hand on your chin and pulled it up to make you look him in the eyes.

"You know why we have to do this right?" Jaebum said and you nodded. He let his hands slide down to your sides, running them up your arms. He told you to go ahead and you palmed him through his trousers. He hissed as you unbuckled his pants and took his already hard cock into your mouth. From the get go he controlled the pace, twisting his fingers into your hair and throat fucking you.

It was without a doubt the best shoot of your life. Jaebum was such a sweetheart on set. During breaks, he made sure to take your feedback to improve when you two got back on, when you were doing close up shots, he made sure you were comfortable with the angle and he touched you softly even when he was in character to ground you. You were about to go full fangirl on him but fortunately you had Jinyoung to keep you same.

After the shoot, Jaebum invited you to his greenroom once you got changed into normal clothes. He had already asked his manager to get you both some drinks and snacks. He ended up getting your favourite tea along with some of your favourite snacks. When you asked him how he knew what you liked, he openly told you that he had asked Jinyoung.

"I had a lot of fun today, y/n. I hope we get to work together again" Jaebum said.

"Do you say that to all your costars? Do you pamper all of them like this?" You asked and Jaebum chuckled. His eyes became thin lines as his smile grew and his beautiful laugh filled your ears.

"As a matter of fact, no I don't usually do this. You are actually the first person to get this treatment" Jaebum confessed, his eyes wavering almost as if he was nervous. You couldn't believe your ears. You had never imagined Jaebum to be shy, you'd always imagined him to be confident and smooth but this side of him made you more comfortable around him.

"Really? I don't believe it. You'd have to take me out for coffe to prove that to me" You said, winking at him. You actually had no clue if this was going to go anywhere so you decided to give it a shot yourself. If he was to reject you, it would be fine but you were not going to pass up an opportunity to go one a date with your biggest inspiration.

"You had to beat me to it, didn't you. I was just about to ask if you'd ever be free for coffee but you had ruin everything. Give me your phone so that I can give you my number first at least" He said before unlocking his own phone and passing it to you. You have him your phone and you both quickly entered in each others contact details into the respective phones. You quietly snapped a cute selfie and saved the contact.

When you got your phone back, you realised that Jaebum also had gotten a similar idea and there was a adorable picture of him as his contact image. You bid him adieu after he promised to text you because you had a long day ahead of you the next day. It was the day of the meeting to finalise the Valentine's project.

You dressed yourself in a white shirt and grey suit for the meeting. After a few hours of discussing the possible concepts, three were finalised, one that you suggested, one that Jimin suggested and one that the company wanted to make.

Speaking of Jimin, the first thing you noticed about him was his ass. It wasn't your fault, when you walked into the conference hall, Jimin was reaching across the table for a pen, leaving his ass on table for your eyes. He had a really pretty face too, with pillowy lips and soft eyes.

His sweet voice sounded as if it were laced with honey and he had an almost angelic feel to him. But as pure as Jimin looked, he was just as kinky. He was the one who suggested the more out of the box, kinky concepts. He was clearly a submissive though, and he made it clear that he would prefer not to dom.

The first shoot was of the concept he came up with which was supposed to be a simple one to ease the viewers into the mini series. It basically was that you and Jimin were a couple who just wanted to explore sexually and Jimin, who usually was the dominant one in the relationship, asked you to dominate him.

Since it was such a concept, Bambam, whom you'd requested to help you with the styling for the project, styled you with a pair of denim shorts, a crop top, fishnets and calf high boots. Underneath, you wore baby pink lingerie. Your hair and makeup was done by Bambam's boyfriend Jungkook. He curled the ends of your hair and did light makeup as it was going to get messed up once the shoot started.

The set looked like a plain bedroom with a bed with baby blue sheets and blue and while decide around the room. The director spoke to you, getting your final opinions about the angles and everything before you were asked if you were ready to begin. You nodded and Jimin stepped onto the set before the director shouted 'action'.

"Hey baby, you said you wanted to talk about something?" You asked Jimin, putting on an innocent tone and looking him in the eyes. He patted at his thigh, motioning you to sit down. You sat on said thigh with your legs between his. Taking a moment, you admired his outfit which comprised of a plain white button up, a skinny black tie and black slacks. The look, though simple, really suited Jimin's pale skin and pretty face.

"You know how we always try to experiment with new things right? I was wondering if you'd be willing to, you know.. top?" He said, trying his best to look shy. You cupped his face with one hand as you recalled the script for your next line. You placed a soft kiss on his nose before smiling.

"If you want me to, we can try. Strip and lay back on the bed for me, baby" You said and Jimin quickly scrambled to take his clothes off before settling onto the pillows. You threw your crop top off before undoing the button and zip of your shorts but left them on.

Crawling into the bed, you threw one leg overe Jimin, straddling his waist. You worked quickly to undo the buttons of Jimin's shirt and he raised his torso to let you throw it off his body. Soft fingers skimmed his taught abs as you positioned yourself over them. Leaning over, you grabbed the tie that Jimin had discarded.

You grabbed his wrists and fastened them to the headboard with the tie. Lowering yourself over Jimin, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips before diving in for a deeper one. Tounges danced as you felt the sparks go off in your head. You pulled away from his face before littering his neck with small kisses. Jimin let out a gasp as you mouthed at his nipple.

You circled the hardened bud with your wet tongue before sucking on it, going back and forth between both nipples. As per the script, you started grinding your clothed core against Jimin's midriff, making him whine. You quickly pushed off of him to take your shorts off before placing both palms flat on Jimin's chest and grinding shamelessly against his hard abs.

"Baby please don't tease" Jimin whined and you smirked at him. Pushing yourself lower, you stopped so that your core was right over his clothed erection and grinded hard. A soft moan escaped Jimin's lips as you continue your ministrations. You played with his nipples ones more, before capturing his lips in yours. The kiss was needy and hot as you pulled one moan after another from Jimin's mouth.

Jimin's pants were swiftly discarded by you after which you settled between his legs and placed small kisses along his inner thighs. Jimin squirmed under your teasing so you held him down by pushing down on his thighs. You finally gave attention to his weeping cock by rolling your tongue just around the tip, causing Jimin to gasp.

Heavy pants left Jimin's lips as you lightly gripped his length and kitten licked around the head. He struggled with his restraints but tried his best not to move. You took half his length into your mouth, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks around him before pulling out quickly.

"Please stop teasing me, baby" Jimin groaned as you stuffed most of his length into your mouth, past your gag reflex and worked the rest of his length that didn't fit into your mouth with your hand. You could hear Jimin's moans increasing in pitch as he neared his release and you immediately pulled away.

"Aww does my baby boy want to cum? Does he want Mommy to let his pathetic little cocklet cum?" You cooed and Jimin tried his best to blink away the tears from his denied orgasm.

"Mommy, please. Please let me cum" Jimin begged and you shifted back up Jimin's body to placed another wet kiss on his lips. You discarded your panties and made a show of ripping your fishnets around your pussy. Leaning back, you revealed your core towards Jimin and the camera man ran in to get a close up.

You sucked on one finger before letting it tease your lower lips open. Jimin could do nothing but stare as you slowly worked yourself open. The camera slowly zoomed in on your fingers thrusting and scissoring your pussy. You brought your other hand up to your mouth and sucked the tips of two fingers before bringing them down to rub your clit.

"Mommy's about to cum, baby boy. Would you like Mommy to cum around your little cock" You moaned and Jimin merely nodded. You let out a whine as you came, the camera capturing your pulsing lips. You got onto your knees and grabbed Jimin's painfully hard cock before guiding it into you.

"Your cock fills up Mommy so good, baby. But remember you're not allowed to come till it let you" You reminded Jimin as you started to bounce on his length. The camera man asked you to lean forward a but as he used to opportunity to get behind you and get a good shot of your wet pussy devouring Jimin's cock.

You chased your high as you continued lifting yourself up and thrusting down. You pulled another needy whine from Jimin and kissed him. He mumbled something about being close. You slapped him lightly across the face, making him look up at you.

"Use your words if you have to say something, slut" You gritted and Jimin nodded. He was barely able to stutter the word close before you picked up pace. A broken moan left Jimin's lips as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

"Cum for Mommy, baby boy. Fill her cunt with your cum" You said and Jimin almost immediately came, his mouth open in a silent scream. The warm feeling of cum in your pussy made you cum as well. The camera took one last shot of Jimin's softening cock falling out of your messy cunt before the director shouted "cut".

You immediately leaned over and unfastened Jimin's hands, making sure there was no bruising. Since the tie was skinny, there was a bit of a mark but nothing too bad. Jinyoung rushed to you with the usual robe and water as you got cleaned up. You checked your phone to see a text from Jaebum asking you out to go for coffee and you told him that you'd meet him at the café.

While you left the set early due to your date, Jimin lingered there for a while processing what had happened. He had put on this confident face all through the meeting and shoot but in reality, he was absolutely starstruck. You were one of the reasons Jimin got into camming in the first place. You were his biggest inspiration. When he got the email telling him that he got accepted for the Valentine's project, he legit screamed at the top of lungs in pure disbelief.

You were not only beautiful and seductive, you were also a kind and nice person. The professionalism you showed on set and in the meeting was nothing like he'd ever seen before. Usually, with all the stars he had worked with, they were all arrogant about how popular they were. You on the other hand, one of the biggest stars in the industry, were humble and down to earth. Jimin had to try very hard not to fanboy like crazy in front of you.

Jaebum was waiting for you at a table in the café when you arrived. He asked you what's your like to drink and ordered for the both of you. Hours went by as you both decided to head to a local bar for a proper drink. After two beers though, you decided to call it a night because you had a shoot and didn't want to be hungover. Jaebum drove you home and you thanked him for the fun time and asked him to text you before you got out of the car and got inside your house.

The date had been even better than you had expected. The true gentleman that Jaebum was, he made you feel so comfortable the entire time. He insisted on driving you home even when you said that you were okay catching a cab. You texted Jinyoung the moment you got home. He may have been your manager, but he was also your best friend. As soon as things hit off well with Jackson, you were the first person he talked about it to.

"How was the date?" Jinyoung asked the next day over coffee. Your shoot had gotten postponed by a day due to some scheduling issues so you had the day off and decided to spend it chilling with Jinyoung. With your hectic schedule, both of you barely got any time to hang out as just friends.

"It was absolutely amazing. Jaebum is really sweet. How's it going with Jackson?" You asked back and Jinyoung blushed. You knew that both of them had quite the active sex life with their extremely high libidos. Jinyoung didn't look like a sex freak but he totally was. Both of them were insatiable as seen by the rounds in cramped bathrooms during meetings and shoots that your have had to drag your manager out of.

"He's an absolutely sweetheart and has a massive dick. What else do I need in life" You choked on your drink, which caused Jinyoung to smirk. Your manager was something else only. He went from a total prude to a freak in a matter of seconds. Jinyoung's face suddenly lit up as if he remembered something and he pulled something out of his bag.

"I know you already have the script for the next shoot, but this is the script for the final one" He handed the file to you and you quickly looked through it. One thing stood out to you immediately. You rechecked the script a few times before turning to Jinyoung.

"There is a third person in this script and no one has been mentioned as the third actor" You noted and Jinyoung smiled. Something was going on that Jinyoung wasn't telling you about.

"The company asked for the final film to be a threesome but didn't have anyone in particular to be your costar so I recommended someone, guess who?" You finally realised what your manager was talking about.

"Did you ask him?" He nodded and showed you a text on his phone. You couldn't believe this was happening. You read through the script a few times. Whoever wrote it was a genius, you thought. You finalised the time for your next shoot and caught up on life with Jinyoung before heading home.

You arrived at the shoot ten minutes early because you knew you would take some time to get ready. Jimin was already changing by the time you got your costume. Bambam outdid himself with your outfit. It comprised of a black brallete with straps going around your torso, a black leather corset that had elastic instead of boning so that you would be comfortable, a pair of black Christian Louboutins and black crotchless panties.

Jungkook tied your hair up into a high ponytail before braiding it. Black and silver hair accessories were fitted into the braid finished the hairstyle. He also gave you a black lip and a smokey eye with you eyes tightlined with khol. By the end of it all, you looked liked a textbook dominatrix.

"Wow you look amazing. By the way, Jimin I looking for you, Mistress" Jinyoung winked as he guided you out of your change room towards Jimin's room. You wobbled a little in the heels as you hated those things and weren't used to walking in them.

"You wanted to see me?" You say as Jimin turned around from his dresser to look at you. You couldn't help but admire his outfit for a minute as he did the same. He was dressed in a leather harness that complemented his pale skin along with a pair of tight fitting black boxers and a leather collar with a big metal hoop attached to the front center.

"Yeah I just wanted to talk about for a bit but you rushed off set in a hurry last time so I was hoping you'd be free after shoot today?" He scratched the back of his neck, looking rather nervous. You couldn't help but coo at his cuteness. You told him that you'd stay after the shoot to talk before taking his hand and walking out of the room, towards the set.

The set this time was much different from the previous set. It had a dungeon theme with whips and paddles hanging off the black walls. A chain decoration covered one wall and a large black metal St Andrew's cross sat in the middle of the room.

"Stand on the cross" Jimin, who was kneeling by your feet, got up and climbed up onto the foot rests on the legs of the cross and held his arms up. You had him remove his boxers before fastened the restraints against his ankles. Getting up on the plank that connected the two foot rests across the cross and fastened his wrists in place.

The cold lube coated your fingers as you poured the cold liquid onto your hand. A single digit was pressed against Jimin's hole before being pushed in smoothly. You took your time working the man open, letting whines tumble out of his lips. Once his hole was nice and loose, you grabbed two small metal balls about the size of large marbles.

"Keep these in till I'm done with you and I'll reward you, drop them and I punish you" Jimin nodded as you pushed them past his rim, making sure than it was loose enough that the balls could easily fall out. Jimin's hole clenched around your fingers as you pulled them out. You stepped off the cross and picked up a few toys from the steel cart near the cross.

"Speak when spoken to, address me as Mistress and also keep quiet or I will gag you, understood?" You said and Jimin just nodded, causing you to chuckle. You slapped him once, making Jimin's head turn to the side.

"Yes Mistress" He gritted as you fastened a pair of nipple clamps on his already hardened buds. The clams were the normal hinge types, but had screws to tighten them and were attached together by a thick chain which added some weight to the contraption. Jimin tried his best to hold in a moan as you tightened the clamps but count help a whine escape. You gave him another slap as a warning and tugged strongly on the chain once for good measure.

Jimin's cock leaked precum as you wrapped a hand loosely around it. Giving it a few long pumps, you teased it for a bit before stepping off the cross once more. Jimin let out a confused moan as you pulled away, forcing you to pick up the black ball gag and tie it around his head.

It happened so suddenly, Jimin's mind could barely process it. You sneakily pressed a vibrator against his perineum and turned it on, massaging the skin there with it. The sudden stimulation made his hole clench and one of the balls fell out. His eyes widened as he heard the sound of the ball bouncing against the wood and rolling across the floor.

"One more to go" You said, your voice laced with lust. You turned up the vibrator, bringing it up to Jimin's balls and the base of his cock. Muffled moans escaped the boy's pretty lips as he neared his orgasm. He was jus about to cum when you turned off the vibrator and squeezed his base tightly. Tears welled in his eyes because of his denied orgasm, causing an almost evil smirk to bloom on your face.

You tugged harshly on the nipple clamps once more before moving the vibrator up to the head of his cock. Precum bubbled at the tip, which you spread around Jimin's cock using the end of the vibrator. Stroking him at a fast pace, you pushed the device header onto the sensetive tip, which made Jimin's orgasm wash over him. As he came on your hand, a loud noise interrupted his climax. The second ball fell to the floor before rolling off.

"Looks like someone's in trouble" You snickered before untying Jimin's hands and legs. You locked the wheels of the steel cart full of toys and quickly cleared the top. You gave him a moment to roll his shoulders to get some feeling back into them. Telling him to bend over the table, you grabbed a flat leather paddle off the bottom shelf of the cart.

"Count, and make sure to thank me each time" You said, pulling the ball gag out Jimin's mouth and letting it hang around his neck. A loud crack was followed by a broken moan as you started aiming well timed blows to Jimin's ass and thighs.

"Fi-fifteen, thank you Mistress" Jimin stuttered and you threw the paddle to the ground. Bending down next to the cart, you pulled out an "L" shaped double sided vibrator and eased one end of it inside your cunt before harshly thrusting the other end inside Jimin.

"You're not allowed to cum till I let you, understand" You gritted and Jimin said a weak 'Yes Mistress'. Slapping his already red ass a few times with your palms, you turned on the vibrator and started fucking him. Your pace was firm and steady, pulling out loud whines from the boys lips.

Sweat rolled off your forehead as you put your entire body weight into fucking Jimin. His pitch increased as he grew closer to his orgasm. You wrapped your hand around his weeping cock and stroked lazily. You could hear the silent sobs that left the boys lips due to the overstimulation.

"I-I'm close" Jimin whined. You gripped his cock tighter but maintained the pace, coordinating your thrusts with the strokes.

"My little slut wants to come? Then beg for it" You gritted.

"Please M-mistress, please let me c-cum, please, please, pl-please" Jimin's speach was barely coherent as you turned the vibrator up to maximum, sending both you and him over the edge. You helped him ride out his orgasm before turning the vibrator off and pulling out.

"Don't move" You told Jimin, your voice soft. Jinyoung rushed to you with your usual wet wipes and robe and you took a moment to help Jimin get cleaned up before turning Jim around and making him sit on top of the cart. The poor boy was quite tired after two strong orgasms back to back and you asked Jinyoung to get him a robe since you knew that at his level, it was rare to have a personal manager to help you out.

"Help me take him to my dressing room, he needs some rest before I'll be confident enough to send him back home" You told your manager and the both of you guided his boneless body to your room. Setting him down on one of the couches, you asked Jinyoung to go grab Jimin's clothes while you changed yourself.

"Here, drink some water" You offered Jimin who quietly grabbed the bottle and chugged it down in a matter of seconds. His chest was still heaving as you used a towel to help wipe off the sweat on his forehead. You thanked Jinyoung for the clothes and told Jimin to get dressed.

Preparing three cups of instant coffee using the kettle in your room, you gave one to Jinyoung as he was leaving the set. He still had a couple of meeting to attend to finalise things for the last shoot. The second cup you handed to Jimin before settling down into the couch next to him and sipping from the third.

"You wanted to talk?" You prompted. A good fifteen minutes had passed since you got the boy back to your room and he still hadn't uttered a word. You gave him some time to compose himself before he nodded and looked at you.

"There's nothing in particular, I just never got the opportunity to thank you for working with me on this project, it means the world to me" He said cutely. You felt a sudden urge to pinch his cheeks and coo at him as he half hid his face in the collar of his sweater.

"Well, I'm glad to be working with you. This project is always a highlight of the year and this time I am getting the opportunity to work with someone who I've always been curious about" You replied honestly. Shock was evident on Jimin's face as he processed your words.

"You, y/n y/l/n, were curious about me?" He asked.

"I'd heard a lot about you from my coworkers and I had seen some of your work before so yes, I was curious about you" The blush that coated Jimin's cheeks made him look so adorable that you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"I know I might be crossing some professional boundaries here, but would you mind joining me for a cup of coffee tomorrow evening?" Jimin asked. He stared at his hands as his fingertips played with the end of his sleeve. Since Jaebum and you weren't anything official yet, you didn't feel the need to say no to Jimin.

"Sure, why not?" You told him. Both of you exchanged numbers before you left. You, being the transparent person you were, let Jaebum know that you were going out for coffee with Jimin, making it clear that it wasn't anything more than hanging out for the time being and also let Jimin know that you were in fact seeing Jaebum. Neither of them minded the news which made you feel a little relieved.

The 'date' or whatever you call it was fun. Jimin was a real treat to be around, a completely different vibe as compared to Jaebum. The former was extremely submissive, which let you take the lead and make him flustered. The way Jimin blushed a bright pink at your compliments and giggled at your jokes made you feel a certain way.

That night, you got a call from Jaebum asking how the 'date' went. You told him honestly that you had a soft spot for the boy. You said in passing that it would have been nice if Jaebum liked Jimin then all three of you could have dated.

Jaebum, whom you had expected to brush off the idea away, actually found it interesting and told you that they should talk about it after the last and final shoot. And yes, the other costar that Jinyoung had recommended for the shoot was, in fact, Jaebum.

Three days later, you stepped out of your dressing room, dressed in an almost sheer, silver minidress, navy blue panties and silver high heels. You hair was straightened and the makeup was more on the galm side. You looked like you were leaving to go the club all thanks to Bambam and Jungkook.

The concept for the shoot was that Jimin and you were dating and met Jaebum at a bar and decided to call him home. Due to the nature of the concept, instead of having a studio set, the three of you were taken to one of the floors on top of the studio were they had furnished apartments for which shoots. Cameras were set up both inside and outside the door.

"Action!" The director shouted and you opened the lift door from inside. The three of you tumbled out of the lift, purposely trying to act a little drunk. Jaebum pinned Jimin against the wall next to the apartment door and kissed him while you unlocked the front door. Once you got it open, you grabbed Jimin's wrist and dragged the both of them inside.

Clothes were discarded here and there as you made you way towards the bedroom. Jaevun threw Jimin on the bed and the director asked you for a moment to readjust the lighting before he told you to continue. You kneeled on the bed and captured Jaebum's lips with yours. While his hands wandered up and down your body, you let on of your hands wander around Jimin's.

Once all three of you were naked, Jaebum told you to sit on his face. Jimin took the opportunity to settle between the older man's legs and stroke start sucking him off. Lewd sounds filled the room and Jaebum wrapped his lips aroujd your clit and Jimin wrapped his around Jaebum's cock.

Your moans were loud as Jaebum ate you out like a starved man. Gripping onto his hair, your legs shivered as you neared your orgasm. After a few well timed thrusts with his tongue, you were tipped over the edge. Jaebum quickly threaded his fingers through Jimin's hair and pulled him off before he came.

"Now what? Two cocks for babygirl?" Jaebum asked and you chuckled.

"Unfortunately, Jimin's cock is not meant for fucking. Have you ever taken a cock in you ass?" You asked Jaebum. The man looked conflicted for a moment before he shook his head.

"You interested? If yes, I'll let you fuck him and I can fuck you" You proposed. After a bit of consideration, Jaebum nodded. That man was a really good actor. He genuinely looked like he had never taken cock up his ass even though you know very well that he had.

"Here, open the boy up while I work on you, Jimin, lay down on your back" The younger man scooted up the bed and rested against the pillows as you handed Jaebum a bottle of lube. Jaebum settled between the other man's legs and you pushed him onto his kneels and elbows.

Once Jaebum started fingering Jimin, you spread the former's cheeks open and licked his hole. The camera zoomed in on you eating Jaebum's ass as he worked Jimin open. Jimin's high pitched moans and Jaebum's rough growls filled the room. Once you were done, you passed the older man a condom before moving to the nightstand to grab a strap on from the drawer.

You told Jimin to get on his hands and knees. Jaebum then slowly entered the boy, talking him time to let Jiminget used to the stretch. Once he was all the way in, you kneeled behind them and pushed Jaebum down a bit so that he was leaning over Jimin and entered him carefully.

Pulling back a bit, you allowed Jaebum to fuck himself on your cock and simultaneously fuck Jimin. The younger boy moaned uncontrollably as he was impaled over and over again by Jaebum's cock. You told Jaebum to get Jimin off and while he stroked the younger, you took the opportunity to fuck his ass harshly.

The thrusts made Jaebum go deeper inside Jimin which threw him over the edge. Jimin collapsed onto the bed and you pressed Jaebum onto his hands and knees over Jimin and fucked him till he came.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Jaebum casually asked both you and Jimin out for a coffee and though it looked spontaneous, you knew that Jaebum was actually considering the proposition you had made a few days prior.

The three of you hit it off really well, your personalities complimenting each other's. You guys hung out together a few times before you and Jaebum finally decided to have a conversation with Jimin about entering into a polyamorous relationship and surprisingly, Jimin was quite excited about it. He confessed that he had developed a little bit of a crush on both of you and that he would love a three way relationship.

February 14th rolled around and you stepped out of your limousine onto the red carpet. You were followed by your two boyfriends along with Jinyoung and Jackson who accompanied you to the press conference. Being one of your company's most important projects, they held a press conference followed by a huge gala every year.

The press conference went smoothly, the reporters enjoying the chemistry between the three of you. A few questions were asked about Jaebum's involvement in the project and he happily thanked you for giving him the opportunity even though he clearly didn't need it at his level of popularity.

Afterwards, you guys headed for the gala where you bumped into Yoongi. He asked you to dance with him and you told Jaebum and Jimin to join you guys too. The four of you danced for a while before grabbing some drinks and settling down for dinner.

You spoke to Taehyung for a bit who thanked you for being a part of his project before the CEO of your company stepped onto the stage to make a speech.

"This year's Valentine's Day Project starring y/n y/l/n, Park Jimin and Lim Jaebum has officially become our most popular project of all time. A big thank you to the cast and crew and also to Park Jinyoung you wonderfully managed everything for us. We hope to see our wonderful stars continue to be parts of such successful project and films and reach new heights! Goodnight!"

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Sweet on You [Chapter One]

Summary: Moxiety sugar daddy/sugar baby au [Daddy Patton, baby Virgil, transboy Virgil, switch Virgil, dom Patton, fwb analogical, romantic moxiety, sympathetic Deceit, romantic loginceit], hurt/comfort

Trigger warnings: Nsfw, “female” body parts described on Virgil, everyone- including virgil -jokingly calls Virgil a slut, lmk if i missed anything

A/N: Writing this fic rp style with my dom, @mirror2thespirit. We’re posting twice a week, on Saturdays and Wednesdays. Reblog pls and let us know what you think!

The restaurant is very fancy, everything on the menu is extremely expensive, and Patton is eating there for free. In front of him, sits one of the handsomest men Patton has ever met… and yet... Patton is not having a good time. 

While stirring his food listlessly, he tries to smile and enjoy the story that the enthusiastic thespian before him is spinning, but he knows it’s likely falling flat. 

“-and I thought I was going to be kicked off the cast!” Roman cries, laughing. He very suddenly notices Patton’s expression, though, and frowns. “Hey, are you okay?” 

Jumping a little, Patton offers a soft and weak giggle, "I'm fine, daddy!"

“You know, Patton…” Roman smiles, reaching over and taking his hand. “I know it’s only our second date, but I’m thinking… Maybe we aren’t the best fit.” 

Giggling nervously even as he lightly flinches, Patton sips the wine before nodding a little, "O-Oh? I'm sorry…"

“Sweetheart, you’re perfect,” he insists, kissing his knuckles. “But you don’t seem very happy. And you know, I don’t think I’m quite fit to be a daddy. It was worth a shot, but I don’t think it’s for me.”

A genuine smile spreads across Patton's lips. "You are a bit more happy when you're getting pampered rather than being the gift giver, true." Roman sputters a little but acknowledges the truth with a blush. "Yeah… but there's nothing wrong with that! I’ll get the check,” he said, “and I can thank you for your time. I really enjoyed being with you! Maybe we can keep in touch?” 

Nodding happily, Patton grins, bouncing a little in his seat. "I'd like that! While we don't click as a couple, I think you're a lovely friend, Roman. Thank you!" 

“I wish us both luck in finding a daddy!” He said, a bit too loud. He blushed as some people looked at him strangely.

Paying the check, he leads them outside, giving Patton a soft kiss before writing out another check, this one for Patton. 

Blushing as he takes the check, Patton hugs him, "I know you'll find someone perfect for you... and I think maybe I'm not meant to be a baby, just like you aren't really a daddy."

Looking concerned, he frowns. “But how could you be a daddy without money?”

"I, I don't know… but I like to care and protect rather than be showered with things?" He shrugs. "I'll figure it out, I guess."

“Well…” He forced a smile. “I hope it works out!” He didn’t seem that hopeful. “Shall I call you a taxi?” 

Leaning up, he kisses Roman's cheek, "That would be lovely…. thank you, Ro!"

Roman smiled and called Patton a taxi, giving the driver the address of Patton’s college. 

“See you soon, hopefully!”

Waving, Patton slides into the car, "Hope so! Have a great show run, RoRo!" 

Kicking off his shoes in his dorm once he arrives, Patton rubs his face. Slumping at his desk, he opens the website, scrolling through the available entries, updating his own profile to switch from 'in a relationship' to 'looking' and 'baby' to 'daddy'. Adding a little paragraph about his situation, he hits 'submit' and pushes back from the desk a little. Here goes nothing, I guess?

***

Virgil got home late. 

Logan was waiting in his apartment, as he usually was. Virgil came over to the couch and flopped down with his face in Logan’s lap. 

Laughing, Logan pets his hair. "Long day, V?"

“Not the day,” he mumbled. “Just got back from another date. Another poor little broken gay kid from some people my parents know.”

Wincing a bit, Logan sighs. "You know… maybe we should try and find you someone from outside this little fishbowl your parents keep digging in? You're basically looking for a sugar daddy, just you've got plenty of sugar!" 

“Hear me out.” Virgil raised his head a little. “The sex is good. I love the sex, actually. But I’m just- I’m really sick of all these guys and their internalized homophobia for only one night. I want- I want a boyfriend, Lo. Only- Without the commitment.” 

Nodding, Logan pulls out his phone. "I get that, I do! See, these guys are basically auditioning for exactly what they're willing to do… One night and on up to permanent, sex or just gifts and affection, you can get exactly what you want if you just make an account, they'll court you!"

“For the love of God, Logan,” he groaned, “I’m not getting on your stupid sugar forum! My parents would kill me.” 

"What can it hurt? They'll never have to know, and if it doesn't work… just delete! One week, just try it, V?"

He hesitated, resting his head back in his friend’s lap. If his parents found out… It would be the end of him. But otherwise, Logan was right. He’s seen Logan’s profile- There was a place to write exactly what you were looking for in the relationship. This forum was where most people went for unusual arrangements. 

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

“Fine,” he sighs. “Help me set up a profile.” 

Grinning broadly, Logan hugs him close, "Of course!"

Virgil sat up, pulling his laptop off the coffee table. Taking it, he boots it up and finds the site, starting the process to sign up, "Okay… here we go! I'll type if you give me the data!"

“Well, you know all that.” Virgil gestured to the first section. 

Name: Virgil Hearst

Sex & gender: Afab, male (he/him) 

Age: 22 

"Well, do you want a screen name? Might get more or less interest if they don't know who they're chatting with?" Shrugging, he taps the other line. 

“Hm… You pick,” he said. 

Smirking, Logan giggles and taps the 'hide name/ set screen name,' typing 'Anxiety' as a screen name. "How's that?"

“God, that is funny.” He snorted. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Copying Virgil's little two finger salute, he smirks, "Yup! Next section... location and preferences!" 

Virgil wrote down his general location, and checked the box next to “baby.” He checked the box that said he was bisexual as well.

"Forgot one! Age range of people you want to be your daddy, or mommy, I guess! Oh, and how far of a range you're willing to go out to meet them… " 

“Not far,” he mumbled. He typed in 25 miles, and thought for a moment, before typing a 15 year gap at most. 

"Nice! Okay… no picture for obvious reasons. Pick an icon at least? And, time to write up a profile statement of course!" Logan claps a little, happy for his friend.

He took the laptop from him, fingers hovering over the keys. 

I’m looking for an abnormal arrangement, he wrote. 

While I want to be the baby in the relationship, I’m looking to offer the money. 

Virgil’s brain froze. He couldn’t think of how to continue, so he groaned, shoved the computer back at Logan, and said, “Your turn.”

Gently rolling his eyes, Logan types, 

I'm looking for an affectionate individual who wants to spend my money to pamper and treat me well. Regular sex is preferred, so long as there's other activities as well. I have an high libido, and am looking for someone who can keep up with it. 

“Just wait until I get on testosterone,” Virgil chuckled. 

Poking him in the side, Logan grins, "You'll be a fiend then! You're already a fucking slut!"

“God, I’ll be ravenous.” He looked at the profile nervously. “Is that all?” 

"Hmmm… Maybe… oh! Did you want to include any other kinks on there?" 

“You can just put that I’ll try anything,” he said. “Also, uh… Daddy kink, obviously, praise kink, uh… I don’t know, Lo, what other kinks do I have?” 

Laughing softly, he reads out loud as he types, "Kinky bastard who's willing to try anything once if you talk to me pretty enough.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that‘s accurate.” 

Smiling, Logan reads it over. "Looks good! Anything to change before we go live?"

Virgil almost told him to delete the whole thing. He wasn’t sure about this… “Let’s go.”

Squeezing Virgil's hand, he smiles, "You'll be fine… the right one is out there!" Pressing the 'save and post' button, he grins. 

“I get horny when I’m anxious,” Virgil grumbled, squirming. 

Logan rolls his eyes. “You get horny when you breathe. Want some help or a toy?"

“Yeah,” he said plainly. “If you’re up for it, fuck me.” 

Setting the laptop to the side, he kisses his friend on the mouth, pushing him down on the couch. "Gladly, V… but you're wearing too many clothes!"

Virgil grinned, biting Logan’s lip. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

He chuckles as he slides their clothes off, groping Virgil lightly. "Slut… should I get a condom for this? How needy are you?"

“Don’t bother,” he pants. “Want you in the back tonight.”

Grinning, he lets his fingers slide over Virgil's ass as he switches positions to pin him to the fabric of the couch, sliding a finger inside slowly. "Mmm~"

Virgil spread his legs, relaxing back against the couch and sighing. 

Slowly fucking him open on more fingers, he uses his thumb to rub at Virgil's clit. "So handsome… almost jealous of your daddy!"

Virgil whined, grinding against him. “Right,” he pants. “If I even get one.” 

"You will!" He sucks lightly on Virgil's neck, he slides a third finger inside with a low hum.

“Just fuck me,” he groaned, wrapping his legs around Logan’s waist. 

Pressing a little harder against Virgil's clit, he smirks, sliding the fingers out to press inside, thrusting slowly, "Always so needy~!"

“Ah, yes,” he whimpered, meeting his thrusts. “Harder, Lo!”

Spanking him, he grins and speeds up his thrusts. "Going to fuck you brainless, V~!"

He moaned. “Yes, yes…” 

Rubbing at Virgil's clit as he fucks him hard, he sucks a mark into the arched neck. Virgil let out a whimper as he came, his back arching. 

Moaning out, Logan gasps, cumming hard into Virgil. “Oh! Oh, fuuuck, V~!"

Virgil sunk back against the couch, sighing. He felt immediately better after coming- Lighter, and more relaxed. 

He held Logan close to him. “Thanks, Lo,” he whispered. 

Cuddling him, he grins, kissing Virgil's lips softly. "Anytime! Feel better?"

“Much better. You spending the night?” 

"I can, sure!" Going to pull out, he grin. "Besides, you might need more comfort!"

Virgil cracked his back and sat up, yawning. “Come on, you dork. Let’s go to bed.” 

He didn’t bother with his clothes, grabbing Logan’s hand and leading him up to the bedroom. 

And his phone, forgotten on the coffee table, buzzed with a new message from the sugar forum.

[stupidoafofspades]

It’s been a while since it was just the two of us, hasn’t it?

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Le Comte de Saint-Germain x Evelyn ( @xathia-89​‘s OC) Words: 2572 Warnings: NSFW, Daddy kink Notes: I wrote this fic for @xathia-89​ as part of a Christmas exchange we did. It contains a bunch of OC’s we RP with on the daily and their backstory. Check out Xathia’s fics for more on them ^-^

“You are going, raring, and that’s that,” my husband Erik said sternly as he softly bounced Élise in his arms. We were enjoying some family time in the heavily decorated parlor of the mansion when he suddenly told me that he is going to babysit our two newborn daughters for the weekend. It would allow for my soon-to-be-other-husband Le Comte de Saint-Germain and me to get away from the mansion for a bit. 

“It’ll be good for you to get some rest, ma chérie,” Comte said from one of the sitting chairs next to the Christmas tree. I walked over to him and grabbed Alexa from his arms when she started to fuss, sitting down in a chair next to him. I pulled up my maternity top, letting Alexa latch on. 

“What if the girls need me? If something goes wrong? Fuck knows if we can come back in time...” I protested. To be completely honest, I didn’t know why I was putting up a fight. A night away from the mansion sounded really good and on top of that, I knew the two men wouldn’t have any of it. But I couldn’t possibly leave my daughters behind just like that, right? With everything I’ve been through and setting up the shelter, I was determined to be the best parent I could be. Now if only someone could please tell me how to do that, that’d be great. I had to admit that Erik was terrific with the girls though. He had spent a lot of time around his sister’s children and honestly, it kind of scares me how natural it comes to him. So I knew full well that they would be just fine with him for one night. 

“I prepared a small cabin in the woods outside of Paris just for you. It’s not too far away from the mansion, and it has a stone with an Ansuz rune just like the one here.” The familiar voice of a certain red-haired trickster sounded through the room as he entered the parlor with his fiancée and personal baker Nora as he pointed towards the runestone on top of the fireplace. “So you can always call me in emergencies.” 

“And we’ll be spending a lot of time baking Christmas goodies for all the residents this weekend, so Erik isn’t alone to babysit the girls,” Nora explained smiling brightly, placing one of her cakes on the table. 

“Consider it an early Christmas present from us all. Now, be a good girl and go pack your bag,” Erik ordered, walking up to me and hooking a finger under my chin to force my gaze to meet his. When I looked him in the eye, I knew it was no use trying to argue any longer. I looked down at Alexa, who had fallen asleep while feeding and I sighed. 

“Your daddies can be so persistent,” I complained to her as I got up, fixed my shirt and walked over to tuck the sleeping babe into Erik’s arms. “I’ll be right back then,” I announced before stomping off to our room, grabbing a slice of Nora’s cake for the road. 

“You better make sure my children are alive when I get back, you damn Viking,” I grumbled when I got back to the parlor, dropping my overnight bag on top of Comte’s.

“Yeah yeah. Go on now, mommy, daddy, a carriage is waiting outside,” Erik teased as he kissed both Comte and me goodbye. Comte grabbed our bags and strode out of the parlor, his cloak fluttering behind him. I kissed little Alexa and Elise goodbye, promising them I would be back soon, and took off after Comte. Before we could get far, I heard footsteps running after us in the corridor. I turned around only to find a snickering Logi. 

“Fess up, trickster. What did you do?” I snarled, knowing he was up to no good. 

“I just wanted to let you know that there’s no electricity in the cabin,” Logi said plainly, winking and shrugging before he turned around and walked back to the parlor. 

The carriage ride took a while, and the sun was already setting when we arrived at the small cabin Logi had crafted. I think I spent about 90% of that time on cursing Logi and his trickster ways. 

“Not to worry, chérie. I brought a basket full of food and drinks, and I’m sure there will be candles and wood to start a fire. Or I’m sure we can find other ways to keep warm,” Comte said as we walked up to the cabin. Once we had sat our bags down, I went outside to lean over the fence around the deck. Comte stood next to me, his arm on my back. We enjoyed a tender silence together as we looked out, the nature calm and peaceful before us. 

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve been somewhere this quiet. I feel like there’s always someone talking in the mansion,” Comte murmured. I looked over to inspect his expression. He sounded happier than he looked. 

“Yeah. Especially with the girls around. Can you believe it? We’re parents now!” I beamed, leaning into his side.  

“It’s surreal, but I wouldn’t want to take this journey with anyone else,” he said, smiling. He pressed a kiss on my green hair, before turning around to go back inside. “It’s getting cold and dark. I’ll lay unpack the food, open a bottle of wine and find the candles.” 

“Food, wine and candles: you are spoiling me more than usual, Daddy,” I teased, knowing that he loves it when I call him that. My grin almost reached my ears when I walked back inside right after him. 

“You know it’s dangerous to call me that,” he warned. “And you know Logi said to be careful.” 

“I know, I know,” I whined, flopping down on the small sofa in the front room of the cabin. “But it’s been weeks since I gave birth and I really want a cock in my pussy or ass.” 

“Really now.” He chuckled. “We haven’t even eaten yet.” He came over with a platter of cheeses and meats in one hand and an opened bottle of expensive red wine and two glasses in the other. He filled both our glasses and handed one to me. 

“You really know how to treat a woman like she’s the most special girl in the whole world,” I said, complimenting him. I couldn’t help but feel spoiled as we got to spend all this time alone together: enjoying each other’s company, eating delicious food and drinking good wine. 

“Santé, ma chérie,” he said, smiling and holding out his glass, waiting for me to finish the toast. We sipped our wine in quiet. I tried to focus and enjoy the taste of it, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the handsome pureblood next of me and the things I wanted him to do to me. When I looked over, I found two gleaming golden pools staring back at me. “Is it good?” he asked, a smirk teasing around his delicious lips. He knew how I could wind myself up, how him just being there could make me go crazy for him. I rubbed my thighs together as I turned to face him. 

“I think it would taste better coming from your mouth, Daddy,” I said in a sultry tone, my voice dropping at the end. 

“I warned you it’s dangerous to call me that,” he muttered as he took a sip without swallowing the wine and leaned over. He cupped the back of my neck and pressed his lips on mine, pushing the red liquid into my mouth. I eagerly drank it before kissing him back, our tongues intertwining. I shifted in my seat to be able to reach him better but immediately regretted doing so as a twinge of pain surged through my body, reminding me how it hasn’t been long since I’ve given birth to twins. I sighed defeatedly, realising it would take a while before things were back to normal. Comte smiled down at me reassuringly. 

“Let’s be extra careful, okay?” he suggested, his voice gentle. “I love you, Evelyn.”

“I love you too,” I replied, my heart suddenly overflowing with love for the man in front of me. He smiled, moving his hands to be around my shoulder and under my knees so he could carry me to the bedroom. He lay me down gently before taking off his overcoat and crawling next to me. He reached out and cradled my cheek in his warm hand, gently stroking it with his thumb. I peered into his eyes, admiring his handsome face as I brushed the iconic strand of hair behind his ear. His hand then slid down from my cheek, his long, elegant fingers carding through my hair as he cradled the back of my head. 

“I don’t think I could find a more beautiful woman even if I searched the world over,” he muttered, and I melted in his arms. It was strange, I usually have the tendency to act bratty, and I at least have something to say. But at this moment I found myself lost for words. I reached out and started to unbutton his shirt, intent on showing him how I feel with actions instead of telling him with words. We quickly undressed each other, kissing and caressing every part of each other’s body. Comte climbed on top of me and pinned both my hands above my head with only one of his.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and let me do all the work, yeah?” He looked me straight in the eyes with his golden ones as he murmured his command. I could only respond with a fervent nod as I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my clit throb with need. He ran his free hand over my entire body and landed at my waiting nub, his teasing finger drawing circles around it. My body instantly responded as my breath hitched, and a lewd moan escaped my mouth. 

His finger spread around my essence, lubing my folds generously to make sure I wouldn’t hurt. He lined up his cock with my entrance and pushed it inside very carefully as his fingers finally found my nub. Our moans sounded through the room in harmony as he slowly filled me up. I only felt a tiny sting of pain before my body adjusted to his familiar size.

“You okay?” he asked sweetly, his movements still very careful and loving. 

“Perfectly fine,” I answered, the words no more than a breathy whisper. He gently smiled as he began a slow pace, his eyes never leaving mine. I was hyper-aware of everything I felt inside, the outside world quickly fading away until all that was left was me and him and our tender lovemaking. We had done this before - many times - but there was something about today that was different. I felt so close to him; not only in the physical sense. 

He bucked his hips faster, quickening his pace. Quiet moans turned into loud gasps and grunts, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filling the room. I felt the coil deep inside tighten as he kept hitting that one spot over and over again. His fingers kept rubbing down on my nub, sending even more waves of pleasure surging through my whole body. I angled my hips for more stimulation, chasing my release. 

Comte pulled his forehead into mine, and we locked eyes once more. A moan ripped through my throat as my walls tightened around him, warning him that I was close. His head dove down, and I yelped loudly as his fangs pierced through the skin of my neck, triggering my orgasm instantly. I bit him in his shoulder in return, drinking his blood greedily while I bucked my hips against him to ride out my orgasm. He groaned my name against my neck as I felt his cock throb inside of me. He shuddered a few times, lazily thrusting into me even afterwards before pulling us into a more comfortable position under the blankets.

“It’s been a while since it was just the two of us, hasn’t it?” I murmured as I was coming down from that sweet high after an orgasm and a bite. Comte flopped down next to me and pulled me closer, big spooning me. I closed my eyes and savoured his warmth as it enveloped me. 

“Yeah. The last time must have been before you and Erik announced you wanted to be exclusive.” He sighed. “That was the second time I felt a massive twinge in my heart.” 

“The second time?” 

“Yeah, the first time was when I heard you exchanging vows with Erik and saw him sliding a ring onto your finger in Florence. But that is nothing but a distant memory now,” he reminisced, “I’m so happy things worked out the way they did.”

“Me too. I don’t think I’ve been this happy and at peace in… well, ever.” I admitted. It indeed took a while for us to figure out an arrangement that worked for all of us. I married Erik in Florence to get out of a forced marriage to Leonardo, arranged by the Da Vinci family. Not that it had changed anything; Both Erik and I had our own thing going and didn’t want to be tied down to one person or place. I remember telling Arthur that “like hell if I’m suddenly going celibate for the unknown amounts of time Erik will be gone”. This worked until things between Erik and me got tense after I fell pregnant with Comte’s children. We ended up trying to be exclusive for a while, but that didn’t last long. Then Comte proposed to me and I accepted. We agreed that I would be married to both men and they expressed not have interest in a physical relationship with each other. But things started to blossom between the two purebloods during our many sexual escapades. 

“Remember how baffled you were when Erik and I proposed to each other, in the kitchen of the mansion?” Comte asked and chuckled.  

“Oh god,” I exclaimed, turning around in his arms with a big grin on my face as I thought back on the memory, “I was so focused on getting my cake and then you two started kissing right in front of my face. I didn’t believe my eyes. Didn’t I throw a cup at Logi?” I remembered the trickster just having walked in as Comte and Erik were kissing. He joined me in my disbelief of the whole situation and announced that he would be resigning as the resident maid and doctor of the so-called ‘haunted mansion’. As for me, it felt like my dream had come true right in front of my eyes. 

“You sure did,” he murmured. 

“Hmm, I can’t wait to marry you both. Let’s start planning the wedding when we get back to the mansion, okay?” 

“Excellent plan. Now sleep, chérie, it’s past your bedtime,” he joked. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied with a chuckle. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, feeling grateful for this getaway but also excited to get back to Erik and the girls. I sighed happily and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

[anninhiliation]

Another One

A/N: Listen, the boys need to stop feeding me because I can't handle it. Also I'm thirsty but no matter how much I write or read its not getting quenched so someone help me meet the boys and give them my body as a peace offering thank you! (Also this is purely fictional, and I'm just a dirty little whore for CNCO ((except for Erick because he's my son)) <ily son💕>) I own nothing, but they own my pussy oopsies

Sidenote: I wrote this from the readers point of view, so instead of "you walked", "I walked" if you guys prefer it like this let me know.

Masterlist

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, sex, sex, and more sex. No one goes to Richard smut for the soft gentle stuff oopsies. Also this is pure filth.

Word count: 903

I woke up with the sunlight lightly beaming on my skin. I smiled to myself feeling Richards warm chest pressed against me. His arm rested on my waist making sure I was kept close even in our sleep. He was still sleeping peacefully as his soft breathes hit the back of my neck. Shivers were sent down my spine. I squirmed under his strong arm turning over so I could face him. I devoured the sight in front of me. His hair gently plastered on his forehead and a few strands lightly touching the pillow. He is so handsome, so strong, so delicious, just the sight of him sent electricity through my body. I felt my clit begin to pulsate hard for him. I need him and I need him now. A wiggled an arm free and played with a few of his curls as I kissed his plump lips, then his cheek, his jaw and his neck. Nothing, but a few moans, indicating he was still sleeping but he was beginning to wake up.

"Papi…" I whispered in his ear as I licked the shell of his ear and nibbled. 

"Mmmm" He responded. 

I wrapped my leg around his waist and tried to straddle him. Hes much stronger than me, so after a few attempts he gave in and moved groaning. 

"Let's make Aaliyah a big sister." I purred as I kissed him again. 

His eyes fluttered open now, looking into mine. 

"You want to make Aaliyah a sibling?" He asked as lust began to form in his eyes. 

"I want your seed inside me. I want my tummy to swell up with a piece of you." I whispered back as I traced his tattoos. "Plus Aaliyahs getting big now, she should have someone to play with." 

I felt his dick getting hard underneath me, which only made me wetter. I grinded against his boner, making a moan slip from his lips. 

"Im so fucking fertile for you daddy." I purred

He grabbed me and flipped me over the bed. He kissed me, pulling my bottom lip. I arched my back and let out a moan. He kissed my sweet spot on the side of my neck.

"You really want to make Aaliyah a big sister or are you just saying that cause you want me balls deep inside you?" Richard asked as he looked at me in the eye tucking some of my hair behind my ear. 

"I always want you balls deep inside me baby." I flirted "But I want you to put a baby inside me. I believe we are ready." 

He nodded, and went back to my sweet spot. His hands glided down my body and intertwined with the hem of my shirt. He lifted it and I leaned up to help him fully remove my shirt. The cold air nipped my skin and made my nipples perk up. Richards hands squeezed my breasts as I arched my back again under his touch. 

"Not only is your stomach gonna grow but so are these." He growled as he lowered his head and sucked on my harded bud. 

I moaned, as I tugged on his curls. His mouth quickly latched on to my other nipple, sending heat waves to my core. He kissed the valley of my breasts all the way down to the hem of my lacy thong. 

"Damn baby you're so wet you soaked through." He chuckled. 

"I'm all wet just for you daddy." I whimpered, bucking my hips.

That's all it took for Richard to rip off my thong and massage my swollen clit. 

"Fuck Richard fuck me" I moaned out bucking my hips. "I want your baby so badly." 

He removed his fingers from my swollen clit, receiving a whimper from me. He pulled his boxers down, and his rock hard cock sprang out. 

"Get on all fours baby." He ordered.

I did as he told me, and spread my legs nice and wide. I wanted him to see how soaked I was for him. He rubbed his dick against my wet pussy letting my juices soak him up. 

"You feel so good baby." He told me as his hands rested on my hips. 

"Stop teasing daddy and make me a mommy already." I whined. 

His grip on me tightened as he slowly shoved himself inside me. My walls stretched for him, and I moaned out feeling how good he felt wrapped around me. 

"You're gonna look so beautiful all swelled up for me baby." He cooed as he fastened his pace. 

"Im all yours daddy. Abuse my pretty pussy." I encouraged as I wiggled my ass.

He leaned over my body, wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed. He knows how rough I like it, and him giving me what I want only made me want to cum quicker. His other hand wrapped around my breast and squeezed it, tugged at the nipple. I felt my walls clench around his dick. His thrusts became sloppy.

"Cum inside me papi." I moaned out.

He let go of my neck, smacked my ass three times and finally released his delicious juices inside me. I creampied around him soon after. He pulled out of me and pushed some of his cum back inside me. I flipped over and kissed him passionately. 

"We'll try again in a little bit baby I'm hungry." Richard growled in my ear.

[meltiverse]

(22-G Mature Oneshot)Birthday Gift

Note: So… That happened… I’m not sure exactly how this oneshot ended up going in the direction it went, but Oh well. So this is a birthday gift that I wrote for myself, since my birthday was yesterday (April 12th) and it ended up being mostly smut but with some angst at the end.

Warnings: Contain some weird, biologically inaccurate kinks like oviposition (because apparently, that’s what come to my mind during Easter) , non-human genitalia, hemipenes and cervical penetration. Also contain some Mommy kink, light bondage, some femdom, some dirty talking and mentions of age difference.

Also, I’m not sure how to explain it, but there’s some mentions of dubcon? The angst is mostly that after sex, both Mel and Shuichi think they somewhat forced themselves on the other, but it get resolved and there’s an happy ending.

Also, there’s some random silliness at some points, just because. That’s what happen when I decide to write smut on my birthday, apparently… 

“What? What kind of question is that?

- I heard you talking in your sleep about “stuffing me full of your eggs” the other night… So, do you really lay eggs or…

- Damn it… I’m… I’m so sorry…”

Shuichi was blushing and hiding his face in his hands, ashamed that he talked in such ways in his sleep. He was already surprised that Mel wanted to date him to begin with, and even more surprised that she was more than willing to have sex with him. He tried to hide the fact that once a year or so, something weird, probably related to his quirk or something, happen. He needs to lay eggs out of his hemipenes. He also gets really horny during that time and he knew it was coming really soon. He already started to be hornier than usual, which is probably what led him to that dream of stuffing Mel with his eggs. Unable to be dishonest with Mel, he tells her the truth, apologizing again and again.

Shuichi was almost panicking, thinking that this was the end, there was no ways Mel would want to be with him now.

“What are you sorry about?”

Mel was cocking her head to the side, looking at him curiously.

“You… You probably think I’m some kind of gross monster now. I… I didn’t want you to know. I was going to pretend that I was sick when it was the time… Damn it… I’m so sorry… Please… Can you… maybe… pretend you never heard that? Please? You know I would never do anything that could harm you, yeah?”

Mel raised an eyebrow, still staring at the scaled young man.

“So, you do really lay eggs… Do you know more precisely when it’s going to happen?

-��� About that… I’m sorry, but it’s probably going to be around Sunday… so… I won’t be able to spend your birthday with you… I’m so sorry”

Mel shook her head and smiled, already forming a plan in her head.

“Hey, it’s ok, relax Shuichi! I’m not mad at you or anything like that! Soooo… Have you ever tried laying them in someone or…?

- WHAT? No! Of course not! I mean, you’re only the second person I ever had sex with, you know that! So when would have I? Ugh… Can we stop talking about that, please?

- Sorry, sorry. I just find it interesting.”

Shuichi scoffed; Mel really found the strangest things interesting. Well, that was lucky for him, he guessed. She probably wouldn’t want to be with him otherwise, especially with that new detail about him now dragged into daylight. Mel found Shuichi’s dumbfounded expression so cute that she couldn’t help but giggle, embracing him and placing a kiss on his snout, making him blush.

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Time-skip to Sunday brought to you by EGGS! ALL I WANT IS EGGS! EGGS! EGGS! EGGS!

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Shuichi was in the bedroom. Mel was supposed to be at Magne’s place for a few days, as the time has come for Shuichi to lay his eggs. He was naked, lying down on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed as he was stroking his cocks, one in each hand, trying to get those eggs to come out. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining Mel. He imagined her riding him and asking to be filled with his eggs, her pussy clenching around him, her cute moans filling the air.

“Hmmm… yes… Please babe. Don’t stop and you’re gonna get what you want… I’m getting close, won’t be too long until I stuff you full of my eggs…”

It was quite the scene for Mel, who just discreetly entered the bedroom, wearing only a nice lingerie set.

“Hey, lover! Thinking about me?”

Shuichi stops what he was doing and sit up, his eyes wide open out of surprise.

“Mel, what are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here…”

Then, he notices what Mel was wearing, how nice the purple lingerie looks against her skin, leaving little to the imagination. For a second, he thinks that his lust got the best of him and that he is imagining her, but the feeling of her straddling his legs and her hand on one of his hard dicks feel all too real.

With her free hand, Mel gently push Shuichi back to make him lie on the bed again.

“It’s ok, baby. Let me take care of you…”

Shuichi could barely believe what was happening, but in his lustful haze, he didn’t care anymore. He wanted, no, needed Mel so bad right now, he couldn’t think of anything else.

“Unf… Please babe, I… I need you! Please, please, help me!

- Don’t worry, Love. I’ll help you get rid of those annoying eggs, yeah? Do you want me to help you?”

As she was saying that, Mel was now stroking both Shuichi’s dicks. He could feel her wetness against his leg, even through her panties. It was driving him insane.

“Please… please… I need… I need to be… inside you… please… please…”

He kept repeating it like a mantra, begging for Mel’s sweet embrace. He almost cried when she moved away from him to remove her lingerie, but the lost was short lived. Mel was now straddling his hips, grinding against his cocks. Feeling her warmth and wetness, Shuichi couldn’t help himself, his hands shot up to grab her soft, plushy breasts. He always loved the feeling of those in his hands. Mel bend down to be able to kiss Shuichi and whisper to him.

“So, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to ride you until you lay those eggs inside me and stuff me full, and we’re both going to enjoy it. Is that ok with you?

- Yes! Yes! Please! Please do it!”

Shuichi’s hands moved to Mel’s hips, trying to move her so he could finally sheath his painfully hard dicks inside her, but she didn’t let him, slapping his hands away.

“Nuh uh! Lemme do it!”

And to make sure he wouldn’t try again, she grabbed Shuichi’s scarf.

“Since you don’t want to be a good boy, I’ll have to tie your wrists to the headboard, yeah?”

Usually, Shuichi was careful to not let anything that might imply some of what he consider his “weirder” kinks out of fear of Mel’s reaction, but right now, he was way too far gone to even think about the consequences of his actions. He put his hands over his head against the headboard by himself.

“I’m sorry… I… I’ve been a bad boy… Please… Tie me up… and teach me to be a good boy… Mama…”

Mel raised an eyebrow. Shuichi was always so secretive about his kinks, usually. This was rather a nice change that he finally let himself loose. Mel didn’t really expect that, but she didn’t really mind. Maybe their age difference was to blame, Mel was around 10 years older than him after all, with him being 21 and her actually turning 32 today. Or maybe it was Mel’s habit of being somewhat motherly with all her loved ones… Anyways, Mel just shrugged to herself and tied Shuichi’s wrists to the headboard.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy for Mama? You’ll let Mama fuck herself on your fat cocks until you lay your eggs? Your going to give Mama what she wants for her birthday and stuff her full of eggs?”

Shuichi was using all his willpower not to move, not wanting to risk Mel changing her mind.

“Yes, please Mama… I need… I need…

-Yes, I know, baby boy. Just a moment, I need to prep myself for you.”

A quick glance allowed Shuichi to see Mel stretching herself with her fingers, making him drool and lick his snout at the sight. He gladly started to lick and suck on her fingers when she presented them to him, eager to please Mel so she finally would ride him. And finally, Mel took his cocks and hold them together, struggling to get them both inside as due to getting ready to lay eggs, they were even bigger than usual, but eventually managed to get the heads in. From there, it was easier, both of their fluids allowing Mel to impale herself on Shuichi’s cocks with relative ease. They both moaned, Shuichi at the velvety warmth enveloping his dicks and Mel at the feeling of being stretched more than usual. Mel started to bounce on Shuichi’s cocks, slowly at first to get herself used to the stretch and then with a quicker rhythm.

Looking at him was quite the sight for Mel. Shuichi was panting a drooling, blabbering praises and begging her not to stop, struggling against the scarf in an attempt to free his hands and grab Mel. Unfortunately, Mel’s legs were starting to get tired, and her getting closer to her climax didn’t help her. It became quite difficult for her to keep doing that. Her lust got the best of her and she decided to do something somewhat risky. With the current situation, Mel was able to control the depth of the penetration and would’ve been able to back out easily if the eggs became too much for her. In his state, Mel knew Shuichi would not be able to have such restrains, even thought he didn’t want to hurt her in any ways. And yet, she still took the decision to let Shuichi take control.

“Hey, Mama’s getting tired, so she’s gonna untie you. You have my consent to do what you need to lay your eggs, so be a good boy, yeah?”

With that said, Mel untied Shuichi and mentally braced herself for what she knew would be wilder and more intense than anything she ever experienced. Within seconds of untying Shuichi’s hands, he grabbed Mel’s hips and rolled over so he could be on top, thrusting erratically into Mel and leaving sloppy kisses on her neck and collarbone.

“Thank you… love you so much…

-I love you too, Shuichi”

Even with the strange, numbing effect of Shuichi’s pre-cum, Mel could still feel the heads of his cocks pressing harshly against her cervix with each thrust, trying to gain access to her womb to lay their eggs and then, with a particularly powerful thrust, it finally happened. Shuichi bottomed out in Mel and stopped moving, keeping himself as deep as possible, instinctively using his Quirk to stick his hands to Mel’s hips to keep her in place...

“I’m… I’m going to… fill you with my eggs now, Mama.”

Mel barely understood, the feeling of Shuichi going past that barrier inside her getting her over the edge and making her climax at the unusual, but painless feeling. Finally, Shuichi had his relief, filling Mel up with both cum and small eggs. It was enough to quickly bring Mel to another orgasm, wrapping her arms and legs around Shuichi to keep him close and sharing a messy kiss.

It wasn’t too long for both of them to fall asleep, exhausted by the intensity of what they experienced. The last things Mel noticed before falling asleep was the full but not really unpleasant feeling of the eggs inside her and Shuichi cuddling her and nuzzling her breasts, a strange, almost purring-like sound escaping his throat.

Mel woke up some time later, the full feeling now gone. A quick glance at the alarm clock telling her that she slept for about 6 hours. She looked around, wondering where Shuichi was, since he wasn’t beside her in the bed. She noticed that she had been cleaned up and that the bed sheets were even changed! Mel thought that she must have been in a really deep sleep if Shuichi managed to do that without waking her.

Hearing a knock on the door, Mel got up, wincing because she was somewhat sore, and grabbed a bathrobe to cover herself before opening the door. On the other side of the door was Magne, holding a platter with a leftover piece of Mel’s birthday cake and a cup of tea on it, a worried look on her face.

“Magne? What are you doing here?

- Spinner called me about an hour ago and asked me to come over and keep an eye on you… Are you… feeling all right? Do I need to kill him?

- What? No! Why would you kill him? And I’m all right… Where is Shuichi?

- He locked himself up in your gaming room… He looked like he had been crying and he kept muttering about doing something horrible to you…”

Mel pinched the bridge of her nose and let a sigh escape her. Of course, Shuichi would blame himself, even if he had nothing to blame himself for. If anything, Mel should be the one to be blamed, going to Shuichi while being aware of his situation. Mel took the platter from Magne’s hands and placed it on the bedside table, grabbing the cup to take a sip of the tea.

“What happened?”

Magne still looked worried as she asked; after all, Mel was a dear friend of hers, ever since they met up for the first time at a LGBTQ+ group meetup. It was even Magne who introduced Mel to Shuichi, knowing they would get along well.

“Nothing special, really, Magne. You know Shuichi, he’s just… blaming himself unnecessarily. To be honest… I think I’m the one who messed up… I… I really need to talk with him. You can go back home, I’ll call you later, ok?

- If you say so… Don’t hesitate to call me, or even come over at my place if there is anything.

-Yeah, thank you, Magne.”

After Magne left, Mel put on some pajamas to be more comfortable and went to the door of gaming room. It was actually a second bedroom, but since they didn’t need 2 bedrooms they instead used it for their computer and video games consoles, with a flat screen tv and with a comfortable futon that could become a bed if they had friends or family over who needed a place to sleep. Mel tried to open the door, but since it was locked, she gently knocked, putting her ear against the door trying to hear inside.

“Shuichi? Please, open the door, Shuichi! I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry… Please, we need to talk.”

Mel could hear movement in the room and then Shuichi’s voice right on the other side of the door, between sobs.

“Mel? I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, yeah? I… I know what I did was awful… I’m sorry…”

It took Mel all her willpower to not start crying too, but she knew there was no way she would be able to calm down Shuichi if he heard her crying.

“Shuichi, please, calm down and listen to me. You did nothing wrong. I’m the one who messed up. So, I’m the one who need to apologize. I’m sorry. I knew of your situation and I went to see you anyways. Because I wanted you. Because I didn’t want to spend my whole birthday away from you. Because, to be quite honest, the idea of being filled with your eggs was extremely appealing and arousing…

- Really? I mean… Even then… it must have hurt…”

Well, that was a bit of progress, Mel thought.

“Not really. I mean, yeah, I’m a bit sore, but not really much more than our first time together. Oh, and thank you for cleaning me up and changing the sheets while I was asleep.

- Hey, it’s the least I could do! Hm… About that… I think all the… I think you… “evacuated” them all in your sleep, but… maybe you should get checked by a doctor or something, just to be sure?

- I’ll keep it in mind, but I’m pretty sure they’re all gone. I think I would feel it if there were any left. Hey, Shuichi? I’m sorry, really. I… I really messed up.”

Mel’s eyes were stinging, tears silently slipping down her cheeks. The door opened, making Mel almost fall into Shuichi’s arms since she was leaning on it. Shuichi’s pink hair was a mess and his eyes were red from his crying.

“Stop. Stop apologizing. You… have you any ideas how glad I was when you arrived? When you were so willing to help me, when you even went along with… what I called you…? I… I remember everything… It’s a bit hazy, but I remember. I ASKED you to help me, didn’t I? I even begged. So please, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong. I wanted it. I wanted you. I’ll always want you. I wanted everything you did.”

Shuichi gently dried Mel’s tears and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. Mel reciprocated the action.

“I love you, babe. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Don’t forget that.

- I love you too, Shuichi. Thank you.”

Shuichi chuckled. He had no idea how he got so lucky, to have someone who loved him so unconditionally.

“I should be the one thanking you. You’re always putting up with me. Hm… I know it’s a bit too late, but… Happy Birthday! I… I got you that new game you wanted. Sorry, I didn’t have the chance to wrap it. It’s hidden behind my games.

- Aw! Thank you!”

Shuichi leaned down a bit to be able to kiss Mel and hugged her tightly. They took turn taking a shower and then spend the few next hours playing with Mel’s new game and eating leftover cake. Strangely enough, this event only made them grow closer, and made Shuichi less ashamed of what he considered to be his “depraved” fantasies. Because, after all, if Mel shared his fantasies, they couldn’t have been so “depraved” after all. As such, he felt much more at ease to explore them with Mel, with rules and a safe word in place.