#ftws smut

[babeydollx]

Snuggles & Warmth

Warnings: cursing, smut, fluff, cockwarming, snuggles, some aftercare

Pairings: Riven x Female Fairy Reader

Summary: In which after Riven and Y/N have sex, they snuggle together and cockwarm.

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, repost, or translate my work.

Riven finished using the warm cloth on your skin and he put it in the bathroom before coming back out and laying down beside you. You smiled and slowly crawled over to your boyfriend before laying down beside him. "Hey." Riven said with a smile. "Hi.." You said with a small giggle. You played with his fingers and then looked up at the brunette boy above you.

"Baby?" You asked softly. "Yeah?" He asked as he looked down at you. "I know we've done having sex for the night but, can I at least keep it warm for you?" You asked with a giggle and a small smirk as your hand slid down to the bulge in his sweatpants. Riven smirked a little as you did so. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He said with a smile as he leaned down and kissed you.

The two of you made out for a few minutes before you crawled onto your boyfriend. You pulled off your baggy night shirt before pulling off Riven's sweatpants. You positioned yourself on top of him before slowly sinking down onto his cock, causing both of you to sigh out in pleasure. Once his dick was all the way inside of your cunt, you laid down on top of Riven resting your head on his chest.

He smiled and gently played with your soft hair before kissing the top of your head making you smile and giggle softly. You always felt so lucky to have Riven in your life. You honestly didn't know what you would do without him. You needed him. Riven also didn't have much luck himself when it came to love but, when it came to you, you were the first women he truly felt in love with.

You used your fingers to gently draw invisible shapes on your boyfriend's chest. The feeling of Riven caressing your head was making you sleepy. You yawned softly and he smiled as you grew tired. Your eyes gently fluttered shut and you quietly fell asleep laying on top of Riven while he held you in his arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[sheepmc]

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette spoiling you whenever you accomplish whatever it is goal you set out for yourself

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette bringing you to his office to spend time together when he's unable to go out

Surprising Sugar Daddy Neuvillette with some lingerie you bought after your shopping spree today

Watching Sugar Daddy Neuvillette's eyes dilute with want as he slowly strides towards you loosing his tie

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette pinning you to the wall kissing his way up and down your neck whispering dirty praises that has you clenching your thighs together

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette watching and hearing how your sopping wet pussy takes his fingers in knuckles deep

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette will sometimes fuck you in the changing rooms of high end store after having enough of you teasing him with every outfit you try on

Sugar Daddy Neuvillette will make you cockwarm him in his office as he does paperwork and if you decide to grind, rock or clench around him he'll retaliate by pinching your clit and with a husky growl of his voice say

"Behave or you won't get to cum until we get home"

[gingerjolover]

Electrolytes - Julien Baker x fem!reader

Synopsis: after a separate night out, julien just wants to spend time with her gf <3

G's notes: since i've been such a tease, i am finally delivering...sorry if it sucks lol

also shoutout to @boywithpinkcarnation and @whore4munagenius <3

WC: somewhere around 2k

Warnings: RPF, reader is afab, actual smut i swear, swearing ig, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be tucked behind the ear?

RPF smut under the cut, if you don't like it please dni!

minors, stay away! 🙅‍♀️

It feels like since buying a house and moving in with your girlfriend, you see her less. Yes, she priortizes you and makes time, but an album release, subsequent EP, three legs of a tour, and numerous press events later, a night when you’re both in the same city doing your own thing still stings. Julien has had some studio dinner planned for months now, meeting with the higher ups of her label in downtown Nashville. Normally she’d bring you, but your best friend’s birthday dinner happened to fall on the same night. 

When you get home, Julien’s car is already in the driveway. Walking in, eyes immediately drawn to the living room couch where Julien’s sitting, manspreading like her life depends on it, wrinkling the slacks you spent 20 minutes steaming. Her laptop is on her left thigh, typing away. Her head shoots up when she hears you close the door, eyes shining in recognition. “Hi baby,” you say softly, tucking your hair behind you ear, toeing off your shoes as your dogs come to greet you. She whistles for the dogs, opening the back door to let them out before bed. 

She puts her laptop down and walks over to you, kissing you deeply as she pushes her hands into your hair, her lips tasting of wine and tobacco, her breath hot on your face "I missed you, baby.”

“Mhm,” you moan into the kiss, her hands are cold in your hair, lips warm against your own. “Missed you,” you mumble against her lips, your hands wrapping around her torso bringing her closer to you. 

Her arms wrap around you as she kisses you deeper, her tongue exploring your mouth and her teeth pressing gently against your lower lip. She groans a little as she runs her hands up your back and leans into you further, breaking the kiss to breathe before burying herself back into your mouth once more.

Julien releases your lips, letting you take a breath, kissing up and down your neck, her hands settled at your hips. “You look so good,” she moans, hand running down your torso, sliding down your thighs before settling onto your ass. You wrap your arms around her neck, your chests flush. “How was the dinner?” you ask her, knowing she wasn’t super stoked to leave earlier. 

She groans as she continues kissing along your neck, her lips making their way down to the top of your shirt, burying her face into your chest, your hand in her hair.  "It was... alright. Bunch of guys trying to seem important." she mumbles, hands sliding up underneath your shirt. "Y'know, trying to get me to do things I don't necessarily want to do." she finishes lifting your shirt over your head, groaning when she sees the bralette adorning your body. 

You giggle, finding it endearing that she can complain while stripping you down.You connect your lips again, moaning against her mouth as your hands tug at her dress shirt. “But your team helped right? They stood up for you?” you mumble against her lips, gasping when her hands move to the button of your jeans.

She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently and making you shiver, She makes a low growl noise in her throat, looking you head to toe, admiring your jeans on your body before she takes them off.  "Yeah, they did. But it's the same bullshit, it's like..." she gestures with her hand, making a shrugging motion "I don't know. I don't really want to be there right now. I wanna be with you"

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her mouth, your hands in her hair. “I’ve just been seeing the dinner on the calendar for like a month and I didn’t want to jump your bones without at least asking about it,” you giggle, moaning as her lips suck on your neck. She kisses your nose innocently, starting to kiss down your chest and stomach, appreciating every inch of skin, She unbuttons your jeans, kneeling down and sliding them off. She kisses the top of your underwear, looking up at you with a teasing look, her big brown eyes darkening. 

She stands up again, kissing you firmly, her thigh going between your legs, her hands on your lower back.

She starts to pull away slightly "Stop being so cute. You're driving me nuts" she whispers seductively, her voice low and sultry, her movements slow, appreciating the time with you. Her hands grab your hips, pressing her bent knee further up between your legs, your hips moving gently “Oh god,” you whimper softly. 

“Not God, just me,” she teases, making herself laugh. “How was dinner?” she whispers against your neck and behind your ear, her lips and her breath brushing against your skin. 

“It was– um, it was– it was good,” you stammer out, Julien’s hands moving your hips back and forth the best she can in this position. 

“You’re gonna ruin my pants sweet thing,” Julien says, almost giddy, your wetness leaking onto her slacks.

“Jay, please,” you moan, hips stuttering, your head plopping onto her shoulder.

Her teeth make one last soft bite of your earlobe as she moves slightly away, licking her lips as she looks at you "Please what, baby?" a teasing whisper leaves her mouth with a sly smile on her face as she raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side.

You look at her, eyes full of submission and desperation. Julien presses her thumb to your lip, watching you take the tip in your mouth, she groans, kissing your nose softly.

She nods and chuckles a little, her eyes full of lust as she looks down at you, her voice low and powerful "I want you upstairs. On the bed. Naked." she pushes you towards the stairs, her hand tapping your ass. 

She gives you a few minutes, wanting to make you sweat with anticipation. She takes her time letting the dogs in, making them sit for treats before filling up their bowls with dinner. 

Julien walks up the stairs slowly, dress shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled. She walks into the room, closing the behind her and sees you lying on the bed, her face becomes almost animalistic at the sight. She chuckles softly and starts walking over slowly, her lips curled and her eyes, darkened with dominance, locked on you "Good girl.”

Your back arches, body preening at the praise. Julien grabs your ankles, pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. 

She moves closer, her lips pressing against yours as her hands wrap around your legs, her fingers dig slightly into your soft flesh. "Such a good girl, laying on the bed for me. Being so still." she whispers as her lips slide out from yours, her tongue gliding down your neck as she moves to your collarbone

“Jules… please,” you whine softly, your girlfriend kissing down your torso. 

Her tongue glides lower until her mouth connects with your nipple, looking up at you with hooded eyes, her eyes lock with your own. "Please, what, sugar?" she whispers voice thick, letting your nipple go with a pop.

“I need you,” you whimper, legs widening for her. 

Her mouth moves to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment, her teeth scraping the skin as she pulls away. "Tell me, baby." she all but growls, kissing up your neck and biting your earlobe "Tell me where you need me."

You grab one of Julien’s hands, lowering it to your center, thighs clenching around her, you lean up and kiss her softly “Here, please,” you whine softly. 

Her eyes widen a little bit, your forwardness surprising her. She’s heavy breathing, letting out a soft huff before she presses her thumb against your clit, moving in figure-8 motions, "Princess, you’re so fucking wet."

You moan loudly, Julien’s teasing grin looking down on you, power eminating off of her as she stands fully clothed above you. Her nonchalance makes you preen, her eyes darting all over you body as she absentmindedly plays with your clit.

“Please,” you beg softly, Julien can’t help but fall to her knees at the foot of the bed, your skin prickling as she all but worships you. She hooks her arms around your legs, Julien pulling you closer to her, kissing up your legs. 

She lets out a low grumble, her hair falls over her eyes and she looks back up at you "Look at me, baby." she whispers "What do you want?" she's breathing heavily as her lips graze against your thighs.

Your hand goes to her hair, pushing it back so you can see her eyes. “Need your mouth,” you pant. 

"Need my mouth where, baby?" she asks teasingly, her tongue runs along your inner thigh. 

She does this everytime, asking you questions on purpose and then making it impossible to respond. She flattens her tongue, licking a single stripe up your pussy before attaching her mouth to your clit. 

“Ahh, babe, oh my god Julien,” you moan, your hand in Julien’s hair. 

Her arms cage in your legs, tongue pushing into you, nose rubbing against your clit. She’s lapping you up like she’s dying of thirst. Your hips buck against her arms, hand pressing your lower abdomen down, keeping you still. 

“J-Julien–oh fuck,” you squeal out, legs trying to clench around her. 

She pulls away slightly and looks up at you with a puffy lips, her chin wet, eyes bright and teasing. She rests her head on your thigh "What? Didn't hear you, baby." she bites your thigh gently, her teeth digging in "Say it again."

“Fuck, Don’t t-tease, Julien,” you pout back, closing your legs a little, trapping her head between them. 

She looks between your legs, biting her lip and looking at you "What was that, baby? All I heard was whining." she moves a bit between your legs, kissing everywhere but where you want her, "Is my baby gonna behave?"

“I was being good,” you say sassily, grunting when she takes your knees and spreads them, her arms holding your hips down harshly, face hovering over your center again. 

She looks up at you, her eyes are wide and full of lust. You see her grin as she begins to lick her lips "Is that right? You were being good?"

“Mhm,” you mumble, cut off by a gasp, Julien’s tongue moving quickly again. This time she lets go of your hips, you can feel her smile, her moans sending a vibration through you. “Grind on my tongue baby…that’s it, that’s my girl,” she mumbles against you, hands holding your chest. 

Your grip tightens in Julien’s hair, throwing your own head back and arching your back, moving your hips against her mouth desperately. “Please– I’m—” you stutter out.

“Cum for me, c’mon pretty girl,” her tone stern but sweet, two fingers are pushed into you, curling quickly.

Your back arches, hands gripping the sheets, Julien’s quick to remove her fingers, pulling your hips to her mouth, holding you tightly against her as you cum. She works you through your orgasm, mouth still sucking your clit before she’s licking up everything, not wanting to waste a drop. 

“Good?” she asks smugly, sucking her fingers clean and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She kisses your thighs, watching you pant and catch your breath, chest heaving. All you can do is stare at her, the crooked smile on her face, almost innocent, like she didn’t just make you ruin the sheets. Your hand moves to her hair, patting her head. 

“You did good, I’m proud of you,” she mumbles, moving to lay next to you. The scene quite funny, your fully dressed partner lying next to you. “Your outside clothes…” you grimace, tugging at her collar. She leans down, kissing you, licking her way into your mouth. You moan, able to taste yourself on her tongue. 

“I have to change the sheets anyway… and probably get rid of my pants,” she teases, finger tracing your face. 

“I can get the stain out,” you try to reassure, before she’s shaking her head, both of you looking at her thigh. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckles, pulling you into her. 

“Now,” she says brushing your hair back, kissing you softly. “You need to hydrate, gotta get you some electrolytes.”

You look at her confused, head tilted to the side. 

“Did you think we were done here? Baby, I’m going to fuck you… so hard,” Julien says, pushing her lips onto your neck and tickling your sides. 

[s4no]

o v s with draken? >_< 4 the nsfw alphabet <3

[ o ]: oral - how skilled is he at oral? does he prefer giving or receiving? pretty damn skilled. he prefers giving. (more here)

[ v ]: volume - how loud is he? what pet names does he call you during sex? draken is all deep grunts and low moans. you can feel the vibrations of them rumble through his body when you're chest to chest, or better yet, against your clit when he's between your legs. his go-to names for you are "pretty" and "babe."

[ s ]: sharing - is he open to threesomes? how does he feel about sharing? mmm... yes and no. he can be very territorial when it comes to you. not the type of territorial where you can't wear provocative clothing but the kind that will rock someone's shit for ogling at you when you do. truly, there's only one person he would share you with— only one person that he trusts enough to treat you the way you deserve. it's the same person he shares a tattoo with, the other half of twin dragons: mitsuya takashi.

nsfw alphabet (closed)

[skribbyposts]

Corset-Trained (Ch.2 with Smut)!!

HIIIIIII YALL this is long-awaited second chapter to Corset-Trained, which you can find on my Ao3 or if you scroll down on my tumblr page!! I hope its enjoyable this is my first time writing smut lmao.

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“Then, you mind doing that again?” Sanji says, and there’s no time to form a coherent thought before Zoro’s caging him against the table in the galley with his hands wandering up Sanji’s shirt.

“You’re a fucking animal, you know that right?” Sanji simpers as he gives Zoro an appreciative once over. Zoro mumbles something like ���yeah, whatever’ and dips his thumbs into the waistband of Sanji’s dress pants to untuck the rest of his shirt- a shiver crawls up his spine from the calloused fingers ghosting along his v-line.

This escalated really quickly, Sanji thinks, but he also realizes he doesn’t mind much. “Eyes up here,” he says to Zoro, and when hazy gray eyes meet his own, he grabs the man by the scruff on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. It’s rough, at first, and Zoro’s teeth clack unceremoniously against his own. Threading his hands through Zoro’s hair, he tilts his head to the side for better access. 

They fall into a rhythm quickly, the mellow push and pull of Zoro’s lips against his steadily ramping up until they’re pressed together everywhere, panting into each other’s mouths. 

“Jesus, fuck, you animal,” Sanji gets out between the deep breaths he takes, lamenting over his shirt that Zoro has now ripped half the buttons out.

“You’ll live,” Zoro gripes, watching as Sanji strips the rest of the blue cotton off and discards it in the corner. 

“This shit was expensive!” 

“Oh, fuck off.” Then strong hands grip his waist fimly and fucking heft him up onto the table.

Theoretically, Sanji knows Zoro is able to pick him up -what,with all three swords he wields- but experiencing it is a different thing. The world tilts on it’s axis momentarily as Sanji’s seated onto the hard wood of the table. He peers down at the other man from where he’s newly perched, and goddamn is it a sight.

Zoro’s as flushed as he is, his hair mussed from the hands running through it. His lips are red and swollen and he’s staring directly Sanji with the most want he’s ever seen on the man’s face before. 

“Let me suck your dick,” Zoro says, completely unprompted.

Sanji pauses. What? “...What?” He breathes. Did he heair that right?

Zoro swallows, and Sanji tracks the movement of his throat all the way through the motion. 

“Let me- please.” Zoro says again, hands moving to grip Sanji’s thighs. This is the first time Sanji has ever heard that word come out of Zoro’s mouth… like, ever,  and the way his voice quavers when he says it goes straight to Sanji’s dick. 

“Shit, okay-”  And no sooner than the admission passses Sanji’s lips is Zoro unbuckling Sanji’s dress pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to expose Sanji’s painfully hard cock to the heated air of the galley. 

A bead of preecum escapes from the red tip of Sanji’s dick, and Zoro’s eyes flash up to meet his own of before Sanji feels Zoro’s tongue slide up the underside of it. Abruptly, Zoro wraps his lips around him and takes him down to the hilt.  

“Jesus christ,” Sanji croaks, the heat suddenly enveloping him almost too much to bear. He can feel everything, from the ridges on the roof of Zoro’s mouth to the flat of Zoro’s tongue twitching against his cock. Zoro glances up, eyes asking a silent question.

“Keep- keep going.” The pace that Zoro sets from the beginning is fast, the tip of Sanji’s length hitting the back of his throat every time he bobs down. Zoro’s mouth is tight, and wet, and messy, and Sanji can’t do much besides sit back and try to stifle his moans. Zoro simply hums in response, the vibration sending pangs of pleasure down to Sanji’s fucking toes.  

Sanji threads a trembling hand through Zoro’s hair, half muttered praises falling from his lips as the heat in his gut grows. At some point, Sanji’s nose begins to bleed again- he doesn’t know when. It’s all bordering on overstimulating, the combination of Zoro’s mouth and his hands harshly grasping the muscle on Sanji’s thighs making it incredibly hard to focus..

“‘M’gonna cum,” Sanji slurs, and he isn’t really sure if it’s because he’s high off pleasure or the alcohol’s found it’s way into his system. Either way, Zoro comes off with an audible ‘pop’ and leans into the brusining kiss Sanj pulls him into. It tastes overwhelmingly like copper, but neither of them mind all that much.

Zoro finishes Sanji off with a few quick strokes, and the mess splatters between them as Sanji cums with a choked whine cut off by Zoro’s lips against his. 

“Fuck”, Sanji breathes after they part, riding out the rest of his post-orgasmic haze and tucking himself back into his boxers. “You sucked the soul outta me.” That gets a gravelly chuckle out of the man in front of him.

“Well, when you have a sword in your mouth all day-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, marimo.”

Zoro rolls his eyes, swiping a tissue from the counter to wipe off the rapidly drying cum off of both of their pants. 

After they (and the poor, poor, coffee table) are adequately clean, Sanji prepares to shut the lights in the galley while Zoro waits by the door.

“You owe me for that shirt, by the way,” Sanji remarks, snuffing out the candle hung on the galley’s door. 

Zoro huffs. “Whatever you say, curly.” Sanji feels an arm wrap around his midsection as he’s pulled in for another kiss. It’s short and chaste, a contrast to the one delivered to him about five minutes ago. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Sanji gripes, Leaving Zoro standing against the doorway in the galley as he marches over to the men's quarters.

“We can do that tomorrow!”

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OH MY GOD THIS WAS ACTUALLY HELL TO WRITE. Everything i wrote was so awkward i physically COULD NOT WRITE IT. i actually cannot stand beta reading this so please tell me if there are any mistakes i didnt catch while writing this TwT !!! ermm anyways hope you enjoyed!! This will be going up on my Ao3 probably today or tmr so I'll edit the post with the link. okay its 4am and i desperately need sleep. GOODBHYE

[calibabii21]

|| rock and a hard place || n.yt

pairing: idol!Yuta x black gf!reader

genre: established relationship, suggestive (?)

warning(s): horny Yuta, horny reader, a wee bit of dirty talk, Yuta of course has no filter, PDA, public flirting/borderline exhibitionism of some sort

wc: 753 words

author's note: Okayyyyy- I literally wrote this January 2, 2022, but all this talk about @multifandomslxt pulling Yuta made it resurface soooo, here's a little something while you all wait on what is to cooome~ 😘

On one of your recent outings with your girlfriends, you bought a new lingerie set. And feeling a little bratty, you decided to take a few teasing photos and send them to your man- even when he made it painstakingly clear that he'd be at one of his most important schedules to start the year.

Jimmy. Kimmel.

Him having a specific vibration pattern for your messages, he checks his phone, instantly regretting it when your risqué photos open just before the show goes live.

He tries to play it off as he sits through the entire broadcast occasionally adjusting his pants, but his efforts are proven futile as he spaces out so much that Jimmy has to directly address him.

“Yuta's been awfully quiet over there– oh, I see that enigmatic smile, what’s that about?”

All he does is shake his head, slightly flustered, “You just..caught me between a rock and a hard place.”

He chuckles glancing down at the not so hidden bulge of his pants and licks his lips to hide his secret smile. He pauses when he looks back up and makes eye contact with you, in the crowd, his eyes alight with desire.

Taeyong looks at Yuta throughout the interview, noticing his glances toward the crowd with an expression he recognizes easily, and searches for you in the mix of people before letting out a high pitched laugh.

He gives a cute, “sorry sorry,” through his fit of giggles when everyone looks at him, which seems to be enough for them laugh it off as the interview continues.

You giggle to yourself as Haechan and a few others also notice you and give Yuta subtle knowing shoves and smirks.

Finally when the interview ends, Yuta makes eye contact with you- giving a look you've received from him many a time before, and security slyly guides you to the back where you meet up with the members and greet them with an innocent, “surpriiiiise.”

The rest of your time in their dressing room is split turning to give them privacy to change into regular clothes and simply talking and joking around.

But then comes a moment where Yuta laughs at something Mark says, calling him cute and biting his lip to conceal his smile. He began taking off his tie- which of course has you looking at him with a blatant desire. Eyes tracing his face, down the length of his body.

When he notices how you're looking at him, he smirks with smug eyes and wordlessly stalks toward you. Frankly not even caring that the members' conversations have dwindled to inaudible whispers, all eyes watching the both of you.

His hands continue unbuttoning his shirt as you maintain eye contact with each step he takes toward you.

You're chest to chest at last when he says lowly, yet loud enough that everyone can hear in the now quiet room, “Did you like me suffering a painfully hard cock, on national television, while you sat there all pretty, knowing I would make a slut out of you afterwards?”

You nod without saying a word, now beginning to softly pant as he grasps your chin. His thumb grazes across your bottom lip before dragging it down, his head dipping forward so his mouth is only centimeters from your own.

“Your ass looks so pretty in the pictures you sent me..” he moves his hand to give your cheek a light pat before caressing it, “but it would be prettier all warm and deep red, marked with my handprints wouldn’t it?” He reaches behind you, clutching your ass in a tight grip that parts your folds.

Your eyes have already become heavy and flutter as your breath comes out in shallow exhales, “look at you panting like a needy bitch.” That only causes you to whimper and lean into him, wanting more of his touch. “Um–“ Haechan clears his throat, his voice sounding slightly heavy with arousal, “w-we should get back to the dorms..”

You finally snap out of your trance and peek around Yuta to see all of the members staring at you, some openly aroused- Doyoung staring with lust and envy- others avoiding eye contact as if trying to control their thoughts.

“O-Oh” you stutter with a rush of heat coming to your cheeks, “yeah um– we can leave now.” It isn't until you're walking ahead of the rest that Yuta slaps your ass, and you realize just how deep in you are.

anywayyyyy, v v short, yes, but it was really just a for fun thing I wrote to my friend back in my ult Yuta days (yes, they STRONGLY existed) but yeeeah. lmk if you guys actually want me to start writing for more 127 members 💋

*mdni banner made by ©️cafekitsune*

[mojunonhui]

💭

camboy mingyu… he 100% will exploit his love of praise/degradation and being watched. getting paid to feel good while people call him a good boy or a dirty slut? he’s so down

if you’re in a relationship with him, he would love to film with you. show everyone that he belongs to you, that you own him. he’ll wear a collar and be called puppy. he’ll call you whatever you want to be called, but he loves when you refer to yourself as mommy or his owner. def drools a lot

all in all he’s perfect as a camboy, he’s naturally very dramatic and a natural entertainer. he will have lots of viewers and get lots of tips, and he doesn’t even have to try hard. definitely make sure to have lots of cuddles and kisses once the camera is off !!

[honeybear-yammy]

𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

| $ - Smut | * - Fluff | # - Angst | ! - Dark Content |

Imagines, Blurbs & Drabbles

↳ Snuggles & Warmth $*

Series/Parters

↳ nothing yet...

Headcannons

↳ nothing yet...

[loveisliquor]

open to: m/f/nb

"i don't want to keep secrets -- just to keep you."

[sky-is-the-limit]

The Laswell angst???????????

Angst is my favourite thing to write tbh

The Simon fic I'm writing rn is hella angsty<3

[temperedink]

you know you're still a baby fanfic writer when you get excited that your fic got 1000 hits

[calibabii21]

|| Isn't The Sky Beautiful? || k.dy

pairing: model!Doyoung x stylist!reader

genre: smut, mature *mdni*

warning(s): fingering, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (ie: angel, princess, bunny, pup), singular use of "daddy", dumbification, kinda mean Doyoung, dom!Doyoung, sub!reader, bitchy reader, sexual frustration, shenanigans all around

wc: *roughly* 2.9k

a/n: some sort of continuation of work your magic. @tinypink-macaron hopefully this helps you feel better🫶🏾

disclaimer: there's no official mention of a safe word, but the predetermined safe word that will be universally used- for fics and just on the blog in general (regarding emergencies) is lighthouse.

"Ah. You guys I have to go soon." You exit the Instagram app with a sigh and toss your phone on the bed. It wasn't fair. Simply sitting there talking to a phone, yet looking so damn handsome.

Your low grumbling continues as you look through your suitcase, pulling out your black velvet silver shimmer gown for tonight's red carpet event. You'd gotten a natural face with heavy smokey eye look done earlier in the day. Who knew Milan would be the place for a 12 hour lasting beat. "Wait.." you shake you head chuckling to yourself nevermind, that was dumb.

On your way out of the door, it crosses your mind to make a quick post of your final look, but you decide against it. Whoever wanted to see you would just have to wait. Suppose it was more you trying to convince yourself than genuinely play hard to get. "Lord give me strength," you pray as the door closes behind you.

If you were given a dollar for every compliment you've received tonight- well, you wouldn't be rich, but, you wouldn't complain either. Not mention how hard you had to refrain from fangirling when Luke Hemmings greeted you with a DOUBLE cheek kiss and called you stunning. Nothing could top that. Except-

"Why are you avoiding me?" a voice startles you out of taking in the leopard print decorated room. "What reason would I have to be avoiding you," your aggressive defense has you internally wincing. "That's exactly my question," there's a hint amusement in his tone, "you look good."

Finally you bring yourself to look at him, his princely appearance far more fitting for the throne he sits on than you anticipated. Immediately your eyes narrow, "fuck he's so handsome." A bashful smile spreads across his lips, "thank you," now realizing you'd spoken your thoughts aloud, you turn away from him with a scowl. "Well, I should get going.."

Soft, manicured fingers grasp your wrist, pausing you, "did....have I done something?" You feel a little guilty for treating him this way, "not at all." Which wasn't a lie, but your unenthusiastic reassurance made him falter and release you before walking away without another word. Guess this night is over.

By the time it's almost midnight, you're out of your heels and eagerly heading to soak in your suite's spacious garden tub. As you're grabbing the last of your things to head into the bathroom, there's a knock at your door.

Your breath hitches when you see the man casually leaning against the hall wall, playing with the ring on his index finger. "Doyoung?" what is he doing here? You're certain the confusion is plastered on your face, yet he silently shows himself inside, inspecting the room as he paces. There's nothing for you to say as you drink in his well-cinched waist covered only by an onyx-rhinestone detailed blazer. Still, neither of you say anything, you observing him inspecting your suite.

"They told me to return my suit to you." Finally, an explanation. It still doesn't make sense. "To me? Okay, but..you still have it on..." your thoughts slowly gather together as he begins to circle you, "it could have been dropped off in the morning."

You can feel it. Something is going to happen. "I could have," he says open-endedly, as if sarcastically considering the seemingly absurd idea. "but then I wouldn't get a chance to handle you." An immediate scoff escapes as you feel slightly offended, "handle, me? What the fuck does that even mean??"

It is already ridiculous to think about, but to say something so.. outdated to your face? Only now do you notice that he has removed his blazer, exposing his taut torso to you. "You know, you've had the shittiest attitude since that day." You don't even have the chance to rebuttal because he's speaking again, "What? having my dick in your mouth wasn't enough?"

Stunned can't even describe your current state- not to mention aroused beyond belief. Face to face with him, you can't bring yourself to speak. "Can't speak?" your chin is grasped between his thumb and forefinger, "why have you been so mean to me baby?" You can feel your tough facade breaking "I..it's embarrassing.." he furrows his brows, "it can't be that bad."

A pregnant pause lingers as you gather the courage to fess up, "Fine.. I was upset because...you're too damn attractive and seeing all the comments on your posts and lives bothered me.." You can't even look away to hide your shame because he tightens his grip on your chin as he processes your words.

You can feel yourself overheating under the robe due to the intense embarrassment you feel. Unexpectedly, boisterous laughter erupts, startling you, "That's your reason for avoiding me? That's so fucking stupid." With the way he's doubled over, it must be really fucking funny.

He's suddenly standing upright, centimeters from your face "you're damn right it's fucking funny." oh shit, you did it again. "I've been racking my brain trying to figure what I did- turns out you were just too jealous of my fans to have a proper conversation with me."

His voice becomes soft spoken as his right hand caresses your cheek, "if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask," your lashes can't help but flutter as your lips brush one another's. Kisses planted on each cheek to emphasize his words, "if you want," kiss, "my cock," kiss. "all you have to do," forehead kiss, "is ask." The words whispered so lightly against your lips you can't help the moan that slips.

"But you didn't." He pulls away from you and looks at you with mock disappointment. "Closed mouths don't get fed, Angel." Your eyes are quite literally glossing over from the overwhelming want you have for this man. "What do you want?" He's stalking toward you, backing you until the back of your legs make contact with the mattress. Again, silence. Afraid that if you speak, sobs will come out.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" It's rhetorical, yet you find yourself nodding. There's nowhere to go as he hovers over your seated body. "Look at me, Angel," his hand is at the side of your neck, feeling your pulse race as you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His beautiful, sparkling eyes.

"You want me to make you my pretty little bitch?" Instantly you're whimpering and tears are welling in your eyes again. "Ohh. You like it when I call you that hm? My pretty. little. bitch." As if seeing you further in a new light, Doyoung looks at you with an enamored smile. "Open your mouth, baby." You part your lips enough to fully extend your tongue. "Swallow it all, like a good little slut." Your eyes close as you whimper blissfully, swallowing his saliva with your own.

It's known to you that you aren't into pet play, however, you find yourself eager to please him like an obedient puppy. "Please, fuck me," you whisper with such a sinful innocence it almost makes him lose his composure and take you right then and there. "Not quite yet sweetheart." Then he's walking across the room, back over to his blazer, re-placing it back on his body, "you go ahead and take your bath. I'll see you in the morning." And just like that, he's gone.

He said he'd see you in the morning, but he had you all the way fucked up if he thought you were dragging this out any longer. After thirty minutes of the most frustrating bath you've ever taken, you're marching to his hotel room and banging on the door. By the time he opens the door, you're seething, "how dare you-" before you could even finish, he's yanked you into his room and pinned you against the door.

"How dare I? How dare you." You're sputtering and blinking at the sudden change in roles, his half naked body short-circuiting your brain, "w-what do you mean?" He scoffs with a chuckle as he looks you up and down. "You come banging on my door- at nearly one in the morning, mind you- covered in only this tempting robe, your freshly bathed skin gleaming at me-" his hand beside your head curls into a fist as if to instill restraint. "Missed my touch that much, did you?" he says more to himself than you.

"Is this what you came here for?" he's now lowered the tone of his voice. "Did you come to seduce me?" his featherlight traces from your neck to the collar of your robe leave goosebumps on your skin as he begins removing the thick article of cloth. "Did you come here, knowing, I would fuck you properly? Put you in your place?"

It takes everything in you not to sink to your knees and suck him dry. "Answer me, Princess." You knew he wouldn't let you anyway, that's too undeserving a reward. The silence must have gone on too long because, next thing you know, he's guiding you to the couch by the nape of your neck forcing you bent over the arm.

His crotch is flush against your lace clad sex, hands massaging your ass before landing a harsh slap making you jolt forward. "I don't take too kindly to being ignored." You notice, not only the bite in his tone, but his lack of use of a pet name. "I'm sor-RY" your pitch hikes at the sudden sharp stinging of his palm on your skin, "I don't want any apologies. I only want to hear 'yes sir's' and 'thank you's' from you."

You've never seen this side of him, but you can't deny that you are enjoying it. "Y-Yes sir." If you were looking to be praised for your obedience, it unfortunately never came. Not a sound comes out of your mouth as he continues kneading your flesh. It isn't until you feel his breath against your core that you become fidgety, squeezing your thighs together.

"Oh, is this where you want me, Beautiful?" you wordlessly nod as his fingers trace the outline of your lips, "I need words, Gorgeous." Searching your brain for words you move your hips closer to his face "yes, please sir." He gives your ass a pat of praise at your obedience and hooks his index finger onto your panties to pull them aside, "mmm," you hear him taking in the scent of your arousal, "look how pretty and puffy your pussy is," he slips his first and second digits into your slit, "glistening just for me isn't it?"

His tone, so soft and condescending, paired with his long, slender fingers has you tensing with anticipation of climax. "Already? I've barely gotten started baby." As if emphasizing his statement, he plants an open mouthed kiss on your clit, immediately sucking it into his mouth. "Oh fUCK" you grind your heat back onto his face, "fuck fuck fuck, don't stop," your demand makes him increase the speed of his fingers.

"Aww, look at the desperate bunny thinking she's in charge." You let out an incoherent whine as you feel the pressure building in your tummy. "please please please can I cum?" He expresses his satisfaction with your response by rapidly lapping at your clit, "of course you're gonna cum baby, and you're not going to stop until I tell you."

His fingers curl inside of you and you're tipping over the edge- rising on your toes, nails digging into the couch cushions. "Breathe." it isn't until the firm command and a strong smack to your ass that you inhale deeply. "Oh fuck, I'm-" "Again." And you do. The orgasm becoming so intense as he removes his fingers from inside you, and rips your thong before using your slick to swiftly rub your clit. "come on, Angel, ride it out."

The high pitched sounds coming from you are unrecognizable to your own ears. You soon find out why as liquid spurts out of you and coats Doyoung's satin boxers. "Ohhohoho baby. Look at what a mess you're making." But you're too busy muttering thank you's for it to register in your mind, even when you see said puddle as you are guided to and shoved back onto the queen sized mattress.

Everything is happening in slow motion, but you're snapped out of it the minute you blink and see a fully nude Doyoung. Your eyes are zoned in on his beautiful cock- tip gleaming with precum, before letting them trail up his torso to meet his heady gaze. "God, you're such a fucking tease." He climbs onto the bed, hovering, drinking in the visual of you.

"You look so gorgeous, legs all spread and patiently waiting for me," can't help but beam and spread your legs wider at such high praise. "And I know you'll take my cock so well, won't you?" "Yes, daddy," you whimper and nod as he aligns himself with your entrance, his girth stretching you the perfect amount, "Ohh fuck, Jesus, it's like your body was made just for me."

His thrusts start off slow as to allow you a chance to adjust, but also to save him from premature nut. "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum already?" You nod as your brows furrow, "mhmm." He speeds up his hips, thrusting them in a 'J' motion that has the tip of his length continuously press against a spot within you that no later has you spasming and moaning uncontrollably.

A hand semi-tightly enwraps your throat, "F-F-Fuuuuucckkk," you drag out as your mouth drops open and your tongue naturally lolls out. "Look at my little cock-drunk princess. So dumb and fucked out, and it's only the third orgasm," he punctuates his mean words by allowing a dribble of saliva to run from his mouth, to yours. "Such a dirty little angel, squeezing around me at such filth." But that only makes you squeeze his dick more, nails digging into the flesh of his tight back.

You can feel him getting closer to his high when his thrusts become more powerful, "Princess, I'm so close," a warning or simple declaration you do not know, but you're relieved you're not the only one near climax. "Shit- fuck baby, your greedy cunt is milking me so much." The feeling of his hot cum releasing inside of you has your own juices spouting out as he bottoms out. "I knew you could take me well," but your eyes are fluttering closed as you're catching your breath.

By daybreak, you're unsure of if you passed out from exhaustion, or the intensity of your final orgasm. You feel a little sore, but your spirits are higher than you'd ever thought possible. A chuckle can't help but leave you, not me being dickmatized after one fuck. Hopefully the man doesn't mind.

Speaking of- you look around the room to see him nowhere to be found. putting on the zebra print robe you see lying around, you search throughout the room to find him out on the balcony. "Good mor-" you immediately slap a hand over your mouth when you see he's in the middle of an Instagram live. "Have any of you ever been to Milan?" he's addressing his fans, but he's looking at you, "everything here is so gorgeous."

His eyes smile as he looks you over and discreetly beckons you over. The exaggerated shake of your head has him rolling his eyes. He motions for you to crawl under the table. You look at him skeptically before throwing caution to the wind and getting on your knees beneath the transparent table.

Without any further acknowledgment from him, you- as quietly as possible, undo his pants button and zipper. It is as hard as it sounds. Both his dick and not getting caught. You release his hardness from its confines and bring it to your lips. His sharp intake of breath and attempt at covering his groan that was so clearly heard boosts your ego a bit. It is now your mission to make him slip up on live, so you waste no time taking him into your mouth and giving him slow, strong sucks as one of your hands gently fondles with his scrotum.

"Ah, 난 좆됐어" you understand that as a swear word and give yourself internal praise. He brings one of his hands underneath the table and pushes the back of your head so that you take him in deeper, "Mmm-" almost lost in the pleasure he snaps himself back to reality and reads the comments. "I look blissful? Haha, thank you?" He must be close with the way looks down at you with a quick lip bite as you deep-throat him. His hand now holding you against him as he releases down your throat.

Although his deep breaths prevent him from making noise, his head still rolls back to rest against the railing as he chants and praises you in his mind. "Dear Jesus, give me strength," he whispers a prayer to himself before sitting back upright caressing your cheek as he reads the incoming comments, "am I in pain? No, I am quite..satisfied," his innuendo is nowhere near subtle, but his fans seem to eat it all up. "Isn't the sky beautiful?"

*mdni banner made by @cafekitsune*

[harudnae]

I put all my works for Roger Pirates Week in an AO3 series so I could check my total word count for the week... And I'm happily surprised, I didn't think I'd be so productive 👀

Not counting the drafts I started on the go, that add something like *checks folder* ... Oh, around 7k 😳

Okay... well then, I think we can officially say the Roger Pirates are those who inspire me the most 😂👌

[resident-gay-bitch]

i wanna thank smut for helping me realise that no, im probably not a lesbian after all, men dominating irl just bore me.

[spooksmckitcatagain]

You can tell the OP in the screenshot isn't in femslash fandoms lol

We blorbo the gals so hard

The radfem fandom is dying. Post about your blorbos to make it die faster

[honeybear-yammy]

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