#general butt fucking naked

[cosycafune]

CAN'T YOU HANDLE YOUR PUNISHMENT, PRINCESS?

fucking the daughter of his closest client wasn’t his plan. after all, you’re sylus devoted enemy — even as a princess. sylus knew better than to indulge in you, but you’re intoxicating. intoxicating in ways that paint him out as a cruel sinner. but a taste of you is worth the destruction of the universe.

acts: public sex against a pool table, brat taming, provoking, unprotected sex, creampies, humiliation kink, corruption kink, rough sex, hate sex and losing the condom. 1.3k words. ‘could turn this into a series, dk.

DOMINATED, crushed, and sexually reformed, you remain beneath a grinning Sylus. Lingering beneath him is forbidden, but you couldn’t resist being pinned beneath the man you hate. Naturally, you hate Sylus with all there is to you, despising his analytical self and the sense of dominance that follows him.

An enemy.

Ironically, you fall caged beneath a naked Sylus – tension bubbling between the two of you. Tension from Sylus barely holding back, desperate to hate-fuck your egotistically, entitled self. Regardless, he wanted to humble you – sexually liberating your royalty-self. Shit, he wanted to take the princess – to resculpt you around his ample dick.

“Poor, little princess,” Sylus chuckles beneath you, his perfectly sculpted, nude physique rippling with every laugh.

“Shut up and just put it in,” Pouting, swarmed with embarrassment, you breathily respond to Sylus – flustered at his cock-head kissing against your trembling entrance.

“Mhmm, so you’re begging now, but you’re always telling Tara about how much you hate me?” Authoritatively questioning you, Sylus grins above you – depriving you of his angelic dick.

Shit, it’s big.

“Because you’re just so–” Before you could finish your sentence, Sylus deviously burrows his cock-head within you – enthralled by your eyes rolling back.

“--That’s the you…I like,” Purring, Sylus grunts – admiring your desperate, putty-imitating expression. 

Naturally, Sylus found your expression so beautiful, submissive and a new revelation. Monitoring your bratty self being conquered, posed beneath him, indirectly begging for him to put more of his large cock in. More as you gasp beneath him, small breaths entering his ears. 

Messing with the princess is heavily forbidden, but each facet of self-restraint Sylus harboured ruptured. Ruptured when you naively bent over the pool table, teasing him and vouching that you’re off-limits. Inevitably, he knew you were lying. Sylus figured this out while you adjusted your cue, arching in front of him as he stood behind you.

Sylus has been around long enough to know your intentions. Regularly, you would always bicker with him, complain, furrow your brows at his captivating voice. However, your intimate vulnerability seeped in as you lined your shot – hoping Sylus could decipher your sexual tease. 

A sexual tease you invoked by letting your short skirt rise, flaunting your bubble butt. The scrutinised move remained a risky one, but that’s how you found yourself here. Never would you openly admit your longing for Sylus, only masking your deepest desire with a searing, complicated anguish.

Hate that Sylus categorised as a breath of fresh air. He knew you hated all people with immense power, but that only stirred him on.

“Sylus, please!” Sprawled upon the pool table, you breathlessly plead with doe-like – scraping your ego hurriedly.

“Sweetie, a…simple please isn’t good enough,” Entertained, Sylus responds to you – exhibiting all the traits of a ruthless conqueror.

“Sy’, please!” Maintaining eye contact, you let out a muffled exclaim – battering your cum-soaked lashes.

Flaunting your beauty, you’re thrilled by Sylus being generous enough to plunge a little more of his girthy cock inside of you. A little more while you free a flustered, high-pitched gasp – unfamiliar with a cock this big. A veiny, girthy cock this big was inhumane; this served as a form of punishment to you. A punishment for not being humble, but it makes you gleeful.

Sylus always made you suffer in a way, so you were ready. Ready, huh?

“Can’t keep…the princess waiting,” Brutalising your ego, Sylus speaks with pride – noticing that it didn’t take much to leave you worshipping him.

Enemies, right?

“Sy’, the…condom doesn’t feel good,” Intrigued by your blabbering, Sylus raises a brow – glancing down at you with light concern.

You wanted it raw, unbounded and risky.

“Sweetie, are you sure you want me to take the condom off?” Devoted to your squeamish expression, Sylus questions you – softly pulling out the quarter of his cock that he put it.

A beautiful squealing sound filled the pool room.

“I don’t care about the consequences,” Embarrassed, you confess your forbidden request – observing Sylus silently stripping his cock of the condom.

“A gambler, huh?” Noticing the corruption he spreads in you, Sylus mutters – hurriedly running his cock against your drenched folds.

“I need this,” Teary, desperate to be destroyed, you breathe, “I want you to ruin me and to not hold back, since you’re betraying your client.” Serious, you propose something degrading – wanting Sylus to strip your dignity whole.

“Your safeword is crow, sweetie,” Blessed with your consent, Sylus smoothly replies – greedily stuffing your deprived cunt with his degrading cock.

There’s no way of restoring your pride after this.

“D-Don’t…hold back,” Extremely vulnerable, you gift Sylus the greenest light – wanting him to release all his glory on you.

“As if, sweetie, I'll punish you,” Before you could retort back at Sylus’ mean response, Sylus wickedly suffocates you with his cock. Menacingly, he fills you to the hilt with his retribution-representing cock – hoping to fuck your bratty self into submission.

“Sy–” Cutting you off with a soul-grabbing thrust, Sylus’ cock invades you – causing you to arch with newly-found satisfaction.

You’ve never felt like this before.

“‘So…pretty,” Applying an inhumane pace, Sylus admires your overwhelmed state – harshly pounding into your crying cunt.

Sexually restored, Sylus needily entwines his fingers with your own – smearing a kiss on your trembling lips. 

A mentally corroded you, whose lips depart, eyes completely rolled back and whose mind’s devoted to his cock. This side of you skyrocketed Sylus’ ego, making him beam as you can’t even berate him. Being rocked vigorously against the pool table, by his mind-boggling pace, left you frantic for more – actively craving Sylus.

“Handle…it, sweetie,” Merciless, Sylus grits his teeth with each moan – so close to losing control and finishing inside of you already.

This degrading sight stirred primal instincts in Sylus.

“‘Too much! Ah! Yes!” Too clouded to care, you harshly squeeze Sylus’ hand – your cunt mushy at his deranged hip snapping.

Barely holding on, you whiny with pleasure – warm, fuzzing and light-hearted. Sylus’ enchanted self grew addicted, unwilling to spare you an inch of grace. Each thrust, each outcry of his, each comment fuelled his addiction. Your cunt crying, pleading for him to further swell it up, didn’t calm down his addiction. An addiction that leaves him writhing for more, thrusting his deepest as he choked on his breaths.

“F-Fuck, so…good! Y/n!” Hazy, eyes painfully rolled back, Sylus wails with satisfaction – his body shaking. Even so, he couldn't physically bring himself to stop – beads of sweat and tears dripping near your face.

“Gonna…cum, Sy,” Warming Sylus, you clench subconsciously around him – your cunt throbbing at how his cock pulverises you.

Relentlessly conquered, claimed, Sylus’ rough, intimate pace consumes you impossibly, pushing you into embracing weakness. All of your honour, your fighting spirit, had been fucked out of you, leaving you as Sylus’ newly ruled victim. Naturally, Sylus is used to people worshipping him because of his strength. Yet, seeing you, his sworn enemy, beneath him, wanting more, emotionally aroused him in ways he never knew.

Knowing you’re his client’s daughter, the King’s, made this forbidden intimacy much sweeter.

“Cum,” Sylus commands, only to foolishly cum at the same time you do. His crimson, starry eyes widen at you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist.

Silently, Sylus hoped he pounded the false hatred out of your heart. After all, you can’t run to your father now – angered by his presence. He ruined you, claiming you. Claiming you with the heart of a sinner, forming a mental revolution on you.

“I’ll take care of you, but just for tonight,” Groggy, Sylus informs you – respectful of the intense high that you both would have to come down from.

His heart, it’s the heart of a sinner. Addiction, temptation and forbidden treats are the things Sylus loves the most. He’s used to having everything.

Checkmate.

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do not copy, modify or claim any of my works as your own. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 18 - Male Self-Fuck]

Pairing: Good Boy!Jungkook x whipped Domme!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, hinted polyamory!AU, hinted Magic!AU

Kinks: there is no greater sub than Kook, holy fuck he is THE sub, he is so deep in subspace, sex in a private spa, foreplay & petting in a whirlpool, then sex in the lounge area, wet!Kook with the biggest puppy eyes, nipple play, whiney!Kook, pleading!Kook, droopy!Kook, devoted!Kook, justttt him being so subbyyy listennn, finger sucking, drool, he kisses her feet, slight thigh riding?, use of lube, male masturbation, male self fucking, male anal, anal fingering, double penetration of his hole with his own dick and her fingers, subby boy tears, praise, good boy kink, loving aftercare, Yoongi makes a non-sexual appearance

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: you actually wanted this to happen in the bedroom, but i saw too late that you added a location jfjadfj i hope you forgive me for changing the location, but i just needed to write something about ruining wet hot tub! kook, like, fuck, these puppy eyes ngngnng anyways i’ll be dry heaving now if you need me 🤎

“You know what I’ve been wondering for a while?” 

“What?”

“How it would feel to fuck myself.”

You glance at the side of his face. You and Jungkook are currently relaxing in the indoor pool of the estate. Yoongi built it inspired by Roman baths. The walls and the pool are tiled with small blue tiles, broken up by intricate and colourful detailing. There are statues situated along the walls, beside the big arched windows and the arched doorway. There is even a second floor and a small tiled balcony from which one might jump into the water if one desires to do so. The ceiling is tiled as well, showcasing golden suns against blue skies. Taehyung did most of the tiling when it was built, so he and Yoongi told you. You added your own little touch as well, by filling the room with tropical plants perfect for the humid conditions. The waters are heated by magic-powered generators, carrying many healing minerals and filling the room with a comfortable steam. 

When the months get colder again, you and the others often find yourselves relaxing in the warm water. Entirely naked of course because there won’t be any other people disturbing you. 

Well, except for maybe right now. Jungkook is sitting on the underwater bench of the whirlpool section of the bathhouse. You sit in his lap, chest pressed against his’ and chin resting on his shoulder. He has one hand on your lower back and the other on your butt. You weren’t always on his lap, but decided to hide away when a cleaning staff came to wipe some of the windows down. They have left by now, but you never left Jungkook’s lap, currently lifting your head to look into his eyes. 

“What did you just say?”

“I said I’m wondering how it would feel to fuck myself.”

“Why are you thinking about that?” 

“Because first of all, you’re warm and you smell nice and you’re sitting on me. That naturally makes me horny.”

You chuckle because he is silly. 

“Second of all, I’m sitting directly over a jet and the bubbles feel nice on my hole.”

You don’t chuckle anymore because he is hot and that turns you on a little. 

“And third of all, I was forced to my luck because last night, I got a video on my timeline about a guy putting his own dick up his ass and I can’t get the image out of my head.”

“Okay first of all, what kind of timelines do you have?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that Taehyung reblogs the horniest stuff sometimes.”

“Touché”, you say and chuckle, “but still.” You pinch his nipples playfully, making him whimper and give you puppy eyes. “That’s so random to think about.”

“Why is it random? Please don’t take your hands away.”

You stop in your task of pulling your fingers away from his nipples, rolling your eyes fondly. 

“You should get your nipples checked. It’s insane how much you like getting them touched”, you tease him, rubbing and pinching his nipples playfully. 

Jungkook’s eyes just go a little droopy and submissive and so perfectly pleading. He looks so much better now with his wet hair and wet skin and wet puppy look. 

“Is not my fault that you…I…hng, ___”, he wanted to talk normally, but ends up whimpering and dropping his head against your chest, fingers squeezing your softness. 

You chuckle fondly, giving his nipples an especially good pinch. He mewls and rolls his hips up, naturally moving you on his lap this way. 

“Mhm, you’re cute”, you say and take the pleasure away. 

“Please”, Jungkook begs, looking up at you with big, round puppy eyes. 

You however, simply give him a smile and bury your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp slowly. You press yourself a little closer, allowing your breasts to rub against his nipples. They are so fucking swollen and erect. He is so delicious. 

“So I’ve been in the belief that we’re enjoying a calm, romantic spa day while in reality you’ve been thinking about sticking your own dick up your own ass the entire time?”

“Not the entire time. Just once you sat down on me and the water started going up my butt”, he is having a small lisp. He always talks like this when you have him droopy and submissive. 

You chuckle softly and trace his lips with your pointer finger. He parts them, moaning sweetly as he chases your touch. Gosh, his eyes. They’re prettiest when he uses them to look at you like the good submissive sweetheart he is. 

“You’re such a delight, Jeon Jungkook. Keep being like this and I might need to eat you whole.”

“If you do, please drag it out.”

You laugh. Jungkook mewls and falls even deeper into subspace. He takes your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them eagerly. His puppy eyes never break their connection with you, hazy and glassy. His mouth and tongue are warm, soft and so wet. You curse under your breath, rolling your hips back and forth on his muscular thigh.

This was once harmless teasing and flirting, but long stopped being that. You are so turned on. Everything inside you screams at you to make him your well-fucked boy. 

With your eyes drinking up the perfect view (one must know that his lips look so pouty and puffy wrapped around a bunch of fingers and that the inner corners of his brows are lifted in a needy beg), you talk to him. 

“What if you get to try?”

He mewls, eyes clouding over in confusion. 

“What if I get someone to bring us lube and you get to fuck yourself?”

He slips off your fingers, sighing out a needy, “what?”

“You heard me. I’ll call someone to get lube and then you’ll fuck yourself. Right here, in this bathhouse, in the lounge.”

In the walls, nestled between pillars and an arch, Yoongi made built-in-lounges. They are also tiled, but are covered in soft towels and pillows. Warm ceiling lights, tangling from the arches, illuminate each of the eight lounge areas. They are big enough to house two people comfortably and three if the people are not opposed to cuddling.

“And you?”

“I’ll watch and help.”

Jungkook gulps, opening his mouth afterwards. He nods his head. 

“Please”, he whimpers. 

“I can’t hear you”, you tease him, knowing that he gets crazy for it. 

“Please Mistress”, he begs louder, widening his eyes cutely. 

 “Mhm that’s better”, you praise and give his nipples a little pinch, just enough to make him moan. 

Nothing more however. Just one pinch to scramble his brain. Then you already climb off of him and get out of the water, using his shoulder to support yourself on. You even have the audacity to step over him, forcing him to be face to face with your warmed up, wet pussy. 

Jungkook sobs softly, chasing you with parted lips and glassy eyes. He tilts his head back as far as possible, snapping for you helplessly but you never allow him a taste. The only thing which hits his lips, is the water dripping off of you. He has to give up, dropping his head against the edge of the pool.

“Oh my god”, you get to listen to him mewl, smiling to yourself. This was a first to him. You can tell from how ruined he sounds. You don’t let it tempt you, walking to your towel to dry yourself off enough that you can use your phone. You text Yoongi then turn to Jungkook. 

He turned in the whirlpool, clearly kneeling on the tiled bench and gazing up at you. His hands are folded, resting against the edge. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nobody ever did that to me.”

“Well, there is a first for everything.”

“Are you an angel? Or a demon? Were you sent to ruin me?”

You laugh, patting your chest dry, “what are you saying, silly?”

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’m with you and I feel droopy. You, you talk to me and I get dizzy. You do stuff like this and I want to be nothing but yours. What are you?”

You close the distance and squat down. Jungkook moans, eyes glued to your pussy which you so confidently present to him. He drools just from the view of you. Honestly and literally drools. 

You take his chin between your fingers and tilts his head up, whipping the spit from his mouth. 

“I’m simply me, silly”, you coo and pull him into a kiss. 

Jungkook moans, chasing you by lifting his bum from his heels and hooking his fingers behind your neck. He wants to tongue kiss you, but you don’t let him, pulling back and leaving him craving more.

“Please”, he whispers, eyes glued to your lips. 

“Mhm”, you hum and wipe his mouth. You don’t give in. You deny him more by standing up. 

Jungkook touches your ankles, he grips them downright, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes. 

“Please.”

“Let go of me, Kook.”

“Please, one more kiss please.”

You squat down. Jungkook moans, practically crawling out of the pool to get his kiss. Like this, his butt is presented to the entire room and he has one knee already outside, digging into the floor. His hands are supporting his weight as well, muscles of his arms tensing. Look at him, like a wet little puppy begging for breath after escaping the sea. Except that the breath he craves is your kiss. He moans again when you cradle his face, eyelids lowering and head leaning into your hands. 

You would have kissed him, you really would have, if Yoongi hadn’t interrupted you by clearing his throat loudly. You turn your head away from Jungkook. The latter needs a moment longer before he manages to do the same. 

“You know what? I wanted to ask questions but I think it’s best I just give you the fucking lube and leave”, Yoongi says, showing you the bottle of lube. Judging by the glimmer in his eyes, the first thing he saw when he entered the spa was Jungkook’s exposed ass. He doesn’t let it show however, looking at you nonchalantly. 

You stand up, ignoring the agonised whimper Jungkook lets out. You also ignore how he instantly hugs your legs and tries to get your attention by kissing your lower stomach over and over again. Yoongi studies him for a moment, then looks at your tits before landing on your face. He cocks his brow up. 

“What?” you challenge him. 

“Did you use magic on him?”

“No. Why?”

“Cause he is under a spell.”

“He gets like this when I’m being good to him.”

Yoongi scoffs in amusement and hands you the lube. You grin, accepting it. Jungkook mewls and tries to bury his face in your pussy. You wobble because of it, twisting his hair in warning. Yoongi merely hums and talks nonchalantly.

“Just tell me afterwards. I see you two are well occupied”, he says and steals a chaste kiss, “try not to accidentally get him pregnant or something”, he jokes, turning his back to you to leave. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll get himself pregnant. I’m just watching.”

Yoongi lingers in the doorway, looking over his shoulder in confusion. He gives up soon with a shake of his head. 

“I’ll just ask later”, he murmurs and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

You snicker. You knew that asking him for the favour would be the right decision. He is so funny without even trying and he didn’t ask any prying questions. It’s perfect because you really want to get back to Jungkook. 

Speaking of Jungkook, he has now resorted to kissing your feet in an attempt to warm your heart. Not that he needs to work for that. Your heart has been beating solely for him ever since he dropped his sinful confession. 

“Look up at me, sweetie”, you order him. 

Jungkook obeys. He is kneeling, folded hands on his lap and eyes so perfectly submissive. His hair and skin are still dripping water, his nipples are swollen and casting shadows, his cock is hard as well and it is wet, so wet. His groomed pubes are wet as well, glimmering in the lights because of the droplets of water reflecting the beams. 

You cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes becoming droopy and happy. 

“Has anyone ever told you that your naked body is so fucking perfect?”

Jungkook moans softly, squirming needily. 

You trace his lips, his philtrum and the slope of his nose before ending your touch by outlining his perfect brows. 

“It is. Literally perfect. Just like your face”, you say softly, dragging an emotional mewl from his lips. 

He puts his hands on your calves as a silent beg for more.

“My perfect Jungkook”, you whisper, bending down to kiss his forehead. 

He whimpers shakily and as you straighten up to look at his face, you watch tears roll down his cheeks. You know that they are of happy nature, that your praise brought him into a subspace of good feelings and happiness. So you wipe them away without worry. 

“Are you happy?” 

“Yes, so happy”, he gets out, leaning into your touch.

“Stand up and get comfortable on the bed.”

Jungkook manages to obey your order after you helped him to his feet. You follow him, watching patiently as he gets comfortable. He decides to lie down on his back, propping his feet up and resting his head back into the pillows. Neither you nor he cares that he soaks the fabrics with water. You have more pressing matters to attend to. 

You climb on the lounge as well, staying on your knees and running your hands down the inside of his thighs. Jungkook sighs, parting his legs further and looking up at you as if you could claim him entirely. Such a strong, muscular man and yet right now, he looks small and weak and ready to be taken. 

You give him a smile, “you’re seriously the most perfect man, my Kookie. Are you excited?”

“Yes”, he gets out, nodding his head. 

You lean down, pressing your hips into him and touching his hair. You claim his lips in a kiss. Jungkook moans, arching his back and grasping you tightly. His legs lock around your hips, his fingers dimple your flesh from desperation. This is everything he wanted and it feels as if you just sunk yourself into him. He curls his toes the very same, tightening his walls just like he would with you inside him and feeds you a submissive whimper like he always does when you reshape him to fit you. 

He also gasps the very same when you break the kiss. You smile, stubbing his nose with your own. 

“You have to let go of me if you wanna do what you wanna do.”

“I’m sorry I…” he drops his legs, mewling softly. 

“Good boy, such a good boy”, you praise him and move back. You sit down on the edge of the lounge, eyes glued to him. 

All you have to give him is a nod of your head and Jungkook knows what to do. He picks up the lube bottle and opens it, covering his hand with a good amount. He drops it by his side and picks up his cock, rubbing the lube all over his balls and shaft. 

He instantly moans, arching his back. It feels so good and feels even better because he knows that you are watching him. 

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise, sending his nerves into overdrive. 

You are watching him. Holy fuck. Jungkook begins to feel impatient from need. Normally he would work himself up, drag it out, go slow. But he can’t anymore. You have him enchanted and running on nothing but the desire to feel good. He begins to try, bending his cock to one side in an attempt to guide his tip to his hole. He struggles. It pinches and burns. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“A little.”

“Try to breathe, sweetie. I’m right here.”

Jungkook takes a shaky breath and tries again. It burns a little, but doesn’t hurt. He manages to bend his cock enough that he can grace his rim with it. It feels so good that he lets go in shock, closing his legs instinctively. 

Afterwards he just kind of lays there, panting and staring at the ceiling. There are lots of thoughts in his mind right now. Ecstatic thoughts as much as doubtful thoughts. He can’t decide to which he wants to listen. 

Suddenly a pair of warm, tender hands part his legs for him and his mind goes quiet. He shifts his eyes to you, whimpering your name. You speak to him like an angel, glowing just as much and smiling so beautifully. Oh, Jungkook is so safe right now. 

“Don’t be nervous. I’m right here. Tell me what’s bothering you right now.” 

“It, it’s difficult to bend. It hurts in a, a weird way.”

“I see. Well if you asked me, I think your cock’s a little too hard to move how you need him to. Why don’t you tell me something boring?”

“I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Why not?” you chuckle 

“Because I’m with you”, he says and spills tears. 

“Gosh you”, you coo, wiping them away, “fine, then I’ll help you. What’s twenty times three?”

“Uh, sixty?”

“Correct. What a good boy. What’s ten time five minus eight?”

“Wait. Uhm…uh…fourty..two?”

“Correct again. Now a more difficult one. What’s sixteen times twelve?”

“Oh god, I don’t know. I can’t do maths”, he whines.

“Try. For me.”

“Uhm..uuuh, something with hundred? hundred and ninety sex? I, I meant six.”

You chuckle, “you’re adorable, but incorrect. It’s a hundred and ninety two.”

Jungkook huffs out air in frustration. 

“Good news though. Your cock is soft enough to bend it.”

Jungkook looks down with parted lips. You chuckle and kiss his knee, resting your cheek on it afterwards. You smile at him with so much love in your eyes.

“You really hate maths, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do”, he chuckles breathily, squirming. 

“You cutie”, you snicker and kiss his inner thigh. You sit back afterwards. “Go ahead then. Try for me.”

Jungkook obeys gladly. He takes his cock and twists it so his tip was facing his hole. He moans, dropping his head in the pillows. 

“That was easy. Did that feel good right now?”

“Yes, so good”, he whimpers, pushing himself farther. He connects his tip with his rim, rubbing it up and down. He arches off the lounge, letting out a desperate moan. 

“Fuck, that’s hot”, you rasp, sliding your own hand between your legs, “how does that feel for you?”

“Like, ah, like I’m, ah, I’m fucking and getting fucked at the same time, ah”, he gets out, and mewls, “I wanna stick it in, oh god.”

“Then do. I’m not stopping you.”

“___”, Jungkook moans, obeying you. He never did something like this before so it is a surprise that he manages to nail it with the first try. It is really obvious however that it is his first time once he actually managed to push himself past his tight rim and the sensations set in. 

The noise Jungkook makes is sacrilegious, the face he makes will be burned into your memories forever. The view of it is the most ruining part of all. His tight, flushed rim so snuck around his own shaft. He is both being penetrated and doing the penetration.

“Holy fuck. How does it feel?” you croak. 

Jungkook gives you a moan. No words, just sounds. He can’t talk. He couldn’t. It feels too good. His hole gets stretched and stuffed while at the same time, his cock gets squeezed by tight walls. He didn’t think that it would feel that good, but it does.

“It’s so sexy to look at. Holy fuck, Kook. Try to move it, okay?”

Jungkook obeys with a whimper, wailing up the moment he moves his cock inside him. He instantly hardens, cock bopping out on its own and flopping against his stomach. 

“No”, he sobs, “no, fuck. No please.”

“Fuck, did it feel that good?”

“Yes. Please more please.”

“Holy fuck Kook”, you growl, “go on, stuff your balls inside.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and obeys with shaking fingers. He pulls them down to his hole and applies pressure. He should struggle, it should be difficult to do, but it isn’t. His big, heavy balls slip into his hole easily. First the right then the left. His skin stretches and burns a little.

Jungkook sobs, toes curling on the towel. You curse, picking up speed between your legs. 

“That’s it, baby. How does it feel?” 

“I can’t”, he sobs, writhing helplessly. 

“Not a fan?”

“No. Fan. Feels so good. Oh god, so good.”

“Fuck Kook, you’re so fucking sexy. Holy fuck.”

Jungkook sobs because it is all that he can do and begins to move his balls inside him. He flinches with each movement, reaching up with his other hand to twist his own hair in disbelief. Because his balls are so big, his hole gets stretched so wide. In return, his balls get squeezed so hard because of how tight he still is. Jungkook is on a constant wave of warm pleasure and blissful pain. The intense stretching of his hole feels so warm, the squeeze of his balls so painful. Jungkook is in his own masochistic heaven, crying hot tears as he works himself dangerously close to an orgasm. 

“This is insane, Kook. Fucking insane”, your voice is distorted in hunger and lust, spurring him on to push himself past his own limits. “Put your cock inside too. Try it for me.”

Jungkook scrambles to fulfill your wish. The pain on his balls was enough to force his cock to soften and it is an easy task for him to bend it to its position. He doesn’t know if he can take more. His balls are so big inside his poor hole, but he has to try. For you. You told him to. Jungkook pushes himself past his own limits with little care of going slow. 

He manages to get out one sound and then his mouth falls open to let out silent screams. 

“Holy. Fuck.” judging by how ruined you sound, the view of it must be incredibly hot. “Kook. Holy fuck. Look at you taking all of yourself.” 

“___”, he sobs, eagerly working to thrust his cock and balls into his own hole. He won’t last long. It feels too good. The tears don’t stop. He can barely even breathe through his nose at this point from how snotty he is. He lulls your name again, drooling down his own cheeks because he unlearned how to swallow. 

“Holy fuck Kook, I’m going insane”, you moan, feeling dizzy. You didn’t believe him at first when he told you about a guy doing it to himself. You were so wrong. It is possible and Jungkook looks so good taking it that you might never get over this view. 

You scoot closer, touching his inner thigh with your unoccupied hand. Jungkook flinches into the touch, trying so hard to look at you through his tears. You have a crazy look on your face. It’s so hot to him that he sobs again and spills precum into his own ass. It smears all over his walls and balls, forcing electric pleasure through his veins. He is marking himself with his own spill. Jungkook hates that he can’t stop crying, but it’s the only way to handle what he is doing to himself. 

“Can I feel it? Please?” 

He doesn’t quite understand what you are insinuating but he still nods his head. You could do anything to him when he’s in such a state. He feels safe because he knows that you would never go too far. 

“Fuck. Thank you”, you croak and slip your hand between his legs. You pick up some of the lube and by the time Jungkook finally realises what you are planning to do, it is already too late. You push two of your fingers into his already stuffed hole, joining his cock and balls. The stretch burns and forces his body to convulse. But what truly ruins him is how you wiggle your fingers inside him to get a good feel. 

“Kook, you-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before he silences you with his orgasm. It started with his eyes rolling back to the point you fear for them to get stuck, then continued with his body tensing up and his legs closing around your body accidentally. Then it hits him. Deep and punishing it shakes him. His cock is instantly hard, bopping out of his own ass to spill the rest of his cum all over your hand and himself. He spilled enough inside him however that it sticks to your fingers and his walls as well, forcing his throbbing balls to rub all over his prostate. You help with that as well. pressing them against the sensitive spot so he can cum with every single spot of his body. 

“Mistress!!” he screams, making noises of utter bodily ruin afterwards. 

“Good boy, oh god Kook”, you moan, orgasming from the sight of him. It feels so good to share this state with him. “Cum for me. Good boy, such a good boy.”

You might fear for his tear ducts from how much he cries and sobs and wails. And he takes it so well. So fucking well that it is difficult not to continue ruining him after his high dies down. 

“Please no more please”, he begs you, gripping your wrist desperately. You know that he had enough. 

“Fuck, you good boy”, you praise, pulling out groggily. 

“Oh god, oh god”, Jungkook chants between his ragged breaths, trying with shaking fingers to pull his balls out. His hole is so tight from his orgasm that he struggles at first. 

So you help him, rubbing his rim gently and kissing his knee, “good boy, relax. You’re almost there.”

Jungkook shudders. The struggle looks painful.

“Try to squeeze them out, baby. Like you would when you’re douching. Squeeze and pull, baby.” 

He tries again. You watch in delight how his tight rim begins bulging as it loses its battle against his balls. 

“There we go. I can see them, baby. Just keep breathing and squeezing.”

First the left then the right. He flinches and mewls with each one, dropping his legs open once it is finally done. His balls, stretched and squeezed to their limits, hang between his legs ruined. His hole is so gaped, spilling his own cum. 

You instantly claim the emptiness between his legs, kissing a hungry path up his body. He tastes sweaty and feels hot. You purr and moan as you enjoy his body post orgasm, nibbling on his neck especially hungrily. 

Jungkook soaks up your affection with a dizzy head and little whimpers each time he breathes out. 

“What a good boy, holy fuck”, you rasp, kissing his ear. 

Jungkook reaches up to hold your wrists. You instantly take his hands to pin them above his head, lowering yourself to your elbows. Like this, your breasts melt with his chest and he gets to feel your middle against his sensitive middle. 

“How are you feeling? How was it?”

“A lot”, he gets out, voice still frail from the intense pleasure he was on. 

“Yes? You looked and sounded like it was. Fuck, I can’t believe you actually did that. You’re such a good boy.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook croaks and sobs softly, rolling his head to the side. 

“Hey sweetie”, you gasp, cupping his cheek to make him look at you. You wipe his tears. “What’s wrong? Are you sub dropping?”

He shakes his head, “just can’t stop crying. It felt so good.”

“Yes?”

He nods his head and forces a smile to his lips. They are shaking, but his smile is honest. You retort it, soothing him by caressing his cheekbone.

“Well, that’s good to hear then”, you whisper, “my good boy. Now we can officially say that I’ve got you pregnant with your own children.”

“Don’t say that, oh my god”, he whines and giggles.

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He chases the affection, still giggling.

“You’re adorable. Gosh Kookie, my sweetie you.”

“___”, he gets out and hugs you, giggling into your chest and kicking his feet. There is nothing better than riding on warm, happy afterglow with you.

[sp4ceboo]

A/N: guess who was going mad thinking how safe it must feel to be with coups and how i need soft aftercare cheol

tw: smutty but mostly aftercare because i'm weak for seungcheol, readers is afab and referred to as she/her and girl (not the young type), swearing, mention of choking and generally cheol and reader having a great fucking time fucking,

your thighs are still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. you're overcome with bliss, lying haphazardly across the crumpled bed sheets, your fingers fitting perfectly into the grooves of the muscles of cheol's back. gently, his hands glide up and down your sides, and you sigh happily at the feeling, head full of cotton candy.

'you alright, love?' he asks, propping himself up on his elbows as his lips connect with your forehead.

'you bet,' you yawn, eyelids drooping.

he kisses you on the lips, sweet and tender. 'i'm pulling out now.'

both of you groan as he does so, your ruined pussy almost sucking him back in when you clench at the feel of it. stretching, cheol rolls neatly off the side of the bed and onto his feet, and you enjoy the view as he pads over to the bathroom - you sure as hell love to watch him go.

he glances over his shoulder, catching the sultry look on your face. 'if you wanted a round four, i'd be happy to deliver.'

you roll your eyes. 'you're a menace, cheol. can't a girl enjoy staring at her butt naked boyfriend?'

cheol has disappeared into the bathroom now, although you can still see his side profile in the faint reflection of the shower glass. a smile tugs at his lips as he takes a flannel from the cabinet beneath the sink and dampens it with warm water.

'only if i'm allowed the same privaleges,' he chuckles as he steps back into the bedroom.

gently, he wraps his fingers around your ankles and unceremoniously drags you until you're lying at the edge of the bed. you're about to open your mouth and give him a bit of sass, something along the lines of handling the goods with a bit more care, but by then he's dipped the flannel between your folds to clean you up.

a squeak slips from you at the feel of it. you're sensitive, and a jolt shoots through your body, making the muscles in your thighs jump. he chuckles, one of his wide hands coming up to cup your hip so he can caress your skin with his thumb, and you scowl at him; his eyes are dancing and full of mischief, but beneath that is a sort of tooth rotting adoration. it's the kind of innocent sparkle in his gaze that makes a whole flutter of butterflies come to life in your stomach - as if he hadn't just fucked you into last week with a hand around your throat.

the butterflies become a whole menagerie when he has the audacity to dip his head and press soft kisses to each and every one of the bruises and love bites he left littered on your torso.

you swear, this man will be the death of you.

'cheol,' you mumble. 'c'mere.'

you hold your arms out, signalling your need for cuddles. immediately, his face lights up, eyes sparkling more than they were before, and he gets to his feet and scoops you up before launching himself, and therefore you, into the middle of the bed. a small oof leaves your chest upon landing, and he laughs sweetly and wraps his arms around you so you can't be mad for his sudden burst of energy.

sighing, you wriggle around in the blankets until you're comfortably pressed into the curve of his body. warm and sure, he holds you in his arms, his palm repeatedly smoothing up and down between your shoulder blades, ensuring that you melt into his side.

'need anything?' he asks softly. 'snacks? water?'

'just you,' you mumble into the solidness of his chest, your eyelids drooping. 'i love you.'

'me too,' he grins teasingly.

you frown, the fingers you'd previously had splayed across his stomach coming up to pinch his chest. slapping your hand away, he yelps, almost falling off the side of the bed in effort to get away from your sleepy but savage attack.

'okay, okay,' he surrenders. 'i love you too.'

'you're full of shit,' you mumble, but flop onto him again, enjoying the heat his body radiates as you press a kiss onto his shoulder.

'says the person clinging onto me like her life depends on it,' he chuckles.

you don't reply, instead just making an intelligible noise, eyes closing. he's doing that thing that never fails to send you to sleep, where he runs his fingers through your hair, almost massaging your scalp. cheol is warm and solid beneath you, safe. he cradles you in his strong arms as if you're the most precious thing in the universe.

if you weren't so tired, you'd probably open your eyes so you could see the stars in his.

instead, you settle for mumbling 'i love you' again into his chest. the small chuckle he lets out vibrates beneath your ear, and he drops a kiss on your hair.

'i love you more.'

imagine he also made her go and pee to avoid UTIs, guess who didnt know how to put it in but it's fanfic not irl what can i say

[dnd-writes]

Trials and Tribulations

AO3

Tags: non-con, BFH, I somehow wrote this in 3 hours, what is 'edit', Jeewon, unnamed OC, forced free use, manipulating, groping, painal

A/N: Saw a Jeewon post on KPF and thought of something to write, laid down and wanted to write a few paragraphs before getting back up to go play or whatever, next thing I know I wrote the whole thing already more or less. Consider this as a spiritual successor to Boulevard of Broken Dreams BUT BUT BUT only in that it has somewhat of a similar premise, it is way way way waaaaay more tame and casual (aside from one painal scene) in terms of detail than BBD. Anyway, enjoy!

Cignature’s manager walks into the room and sees Jeewon just getting off her knees, he sees her bend forward, her butt pushes out towards him putting a smile on his face. She brushes her knees clean of dirt then fixes her skirt. As she turns around towards him, he sees a complete contrast to the clean and clothed look of her ass—her bare chest and face covered in cum. 

He looks over her shoulder and sees a middle-aged businessman on a chair, totally exhausted, one of the company’s investors. “She’s wonderful, isn't she?” says the manager to which the only reply he gets is a nod and two thumbs up. “I’ll be taking her away now.”

Jeewon heads out then the manager catches up with her and gets to her side. He puts a hand on her hip to pull her close to him so he can whisper into her ear. “Have one of the girls go clean you up. Haven’t fucked that ass in quite some time.” He smacks her ass as a signal for her to get going. “Be quick, I’ll be waiting, you know where to find me.”

—————

Yep, that’s Jeewon. You’re probably wondering how she ended in that situation. 

How does an innocent, voluptuous, and cheerful woman suddenly become the company’s cash cow? Well it all started when C9 Entertainment noticed a rather peculiar influx of attention. The attention wasn’t mainly on their sole girl group Cignature but rather it was targeted mostly at the company itself. 

They quickly traced it back to an interview that one Jeewon, one of Cignature’s members, did where the interviewer talked about her body, indirectly referring to her chest which she covered at the time the question was asked. Rather than addressing the situation and protecting their own artist, they instead embraced it. After all, as the saying goes, “Any publicity is good publicity.” Which goes true the more people talk about the clip. 

Now all that was left for C9 Entertainment to do was to capitalize on the attention and they found their solution from none other than the infamous interview itself—Waterbomb, well, a festival similar enough to Waterbomb that is. 

The announcement was controversial enough on its own but it was nothing compared to what Jeewon wore at the event. They put her in a bikini top and gave her a thin white top just to say she wasn’t naked. 

The outrage was massive but not as big as Jeewon’s chest or the Won signs in the company’s eyes. Sure the company received tremendous backlash for the decisions they’ve been making but that was nothing compared to the money coming their way. 

From that day forward, the company’s view of Jeewon has changed and all she is in their eyes is merely a tool they can use to generate views and revenue. While the higher ups used Jeewon’s body for profit, their manager planned to use Jeewon’s body for his pleasure. 

He used to see Jeewon and Cignature as his responsibility, close friends, and possibly even family. But given recent events, his perception of her has changed and after the festival, after seeing Jeewon up close, after seeing her tits jiggle, he has been woken up to just how insanely sexy she is. 

After every practice session or performance the group would do, whenever they finished their manager would be close by to congratulate them. Often he would clap and cheer for them or pat their backs. It gave the members encouragement and energy to keep going, that is, until they realized that his pats on Jeewon progressively got lower and lower until one day he’s just groping her butt in view of everyone else. 

Naturally the members would complain to the other staff but some simply didn’t care while the rest told them to just suck it up and accept it. That, along with some gaslighting and manipulating from the manager, made them keep their mouths shut. And the encouragement they would get turned into fear that the rest of the group would be touched the way Jeewon gets touched. 

Following their silence, he became more shameless in his interactions with Jeewon. He would slap her ass as a greeting any time he comes close to her and often we would hug her from behind like some romantic scene in a K-drama but instead it’s so he can grab her breasts without her leaving. 

He even made some rearrangements to the room assignments at the dorm, moving Jeewon from her room to his. He placed, well more so dumped, her things into his room just to seal the deal. And no, he didn’t have an extra bed so he made her stay with him on his. 

On the first night they were in the room together, as Jeewon was about to go to the bathroom to get changed, the manager blocked the way out and instructed her to get changed in front of him. With no other options and no way out, she was forced to comply. He licked his lips as he saw her in her underwear, it wasn’t quite the full thing just yet but he knows for sure he’s going to get it soon enough. They climbed into bed and he turned her around so he could spoon her and cuddle her like some body pillow, all the while grinding his erection into her butt. 

Morning arrived and everyone had breakfast together, with Jeewon sitting on the manager’s lap of course. As Jeewon was headed to the shower, he stops her and tells her he’s going with her “to save water,” a lie apparent to both of them. Jeewon wanted to say no but before she could even answer he was already pushing her towards the bathroom. The members watched anxiously as they walked together, nothing much they could really do. 

The manager immediately strips down and his cock is standing proud as it pointed towards Jeewon who was visibly disgusted. She turns away from him to quietly cry but not even her feelings had space as the manager was already starting to take her clothes off. He got her down to her underwear when he backed off to let her strip the final pieces herself. 

As Jeewon tantalizingly took her bra off, he would quote the interview back at her, saying that her physique is the best in history and that her body is the talk of the town. Jeewon once again covered her chest with her arm while she was removing her panties. She stood back up with her hands on her privates but the manager just walked up and put her hands at her side then he started feeling her up and played with her chest for a good few minutes. He would compliment her tits and especially her nipples since it’s the first time he’s seen them, maybe the first man ever to see them, then he proceeds to call himself lucky how he has her body all to himself. 

After playing with her body, he suggested that they help each other by cleaning each other while he was stroking his dick, making the innuendo even clearer as if Jeewon didn’t already know what he meant. 

The two stepped into the shower but it was less of a bath and more of Jeewon reluctantly jerking him off while he explored every inch of her exposed body once again. 

He would get increasingly annoyed at how slow Jeewon’s pace was and he decided to drop the subtleties and he pushes down on her shoulders to force her down on her knees. Then he grabbed her tits and trapped his cock between them so that he could start thrusting while Jeewon just knelt there and be used. 

Jeewon kept her eyes and mouth as shut as she could while he ejaculated all over her face. Before she could clean herself off, the manager wiped the cum off her face and collected it in his hand. He forced her to drink it all and retched from the taste. He then told her that she should get used to it because that wouldn’t be the last time she has to drink cum. 

After showering and using up more water than if they bathed separately, the group got ready to go to practice. It went just about as well as how their previous practices went just with some extra groping being received by Jeewon. When they got back to the dorm and the two got into the shower again, Jeewon was ready to get back on her knees but instead she felt herself get turned around. 

Jeewon felt the manager’s tip press against her slit and she froze in fear. He did not care if she was protected or not, a problem he was too horny to deal with at the moment. He pulled her back and held her by her chest as he started thrusting into her pussy. Jeewon just cried silently as she felt herself get more violated than she had already been, especially when she felt his hot cum stirring inside of her pussy. 

The manager got high on fucking Jeewon that he proceeded to do just that and only that for the next few days. He didn’t care how or where he fucked Jeewon or who among the members saw it but the only thing that mattered to him was that either Jeewon’s pussy or mouth was occupied by his cock. 

He would fuck her before and after sleeping. He would make her blow him while he ate food and watched TV. He would fuck her on the dining table forcing the members who were eating there to move elsewhere. He would use her mouth to properly clean him in the shower. And so on. Even when the group had to go practice, he would make the rest go to the company building while Jeewon was kept beneath him in the dorm. While they practiced their next performance, Jeewon was being turned into his sex pet. 

One of the members complained that the manager keeps having sex with Jeewon but much to the group’s dismay, they doubled down and saw an opportunity land at their feet. Why stop at dressing Jeewon so scantily clad in public when they could also use her body behind closed doors to also bring more money in, that way whenever the group isn’t on stage, they can be certain that their wallets are full. 

The manager was furious with what the members did even though the decision made by the company was expected for him but instead of finding out who the culprit was, he decided to just cool down and what better way to do that than to use Jeewon’s possibly untouched asshole for the first time. 

The manager had all the members in the living room and they all sat quietly in fear. He told them how annoyed and disappointed he was in them but he made sure to tell them he won’t scold them for it which gave them some relief for a very brief moment until he grabbed Jeewon by her hair and dragged her into his room. The members cried while they held each other as they listened to Jeewon screaming and begging for help, their hearts broke knowing that they couldn’t help and that they were somehow responsible for subjecting her to even more torment. 

He ripped Jeewon's clothes off while he held her down as she tried to struggle to free herself. Once her shorts were down, instead of feeling the familiar feeling of his tip pressing against her cunt, Jeewon felt his dick press against her asshole which made her scream so loud it echoed throughout the whole dorm. 

He didn’t bother lubing up or anything and he just started going in dry. Jeewon never knew such pain prior to that moment, whether mental or physical, and she screamed her head off through the night, making it known to the members just how much pain she was in and making it hard for them to go to sleep just from the loudness alone. 

From being always at the dorm to being almost never, Jeewon was sold off to investors as if she was some sort of prostitute. Though the manager still had his time with Jeewon, he wasn’t able to have as much action as he used to and naturally he turned to the other members of the group. He would assign a day for each member as if it was a chore to be used by him. The other members were also up for grabs but it was Jeewon who anyone wanted to fuck, not like anyone can blame them. 

From a merely suggestive interview question, spiraled all the way into Jeewon being turned into a cow, both financially and sexually. 

[koolades-world]

Random Obey Me! Headcannons

Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers

Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed

Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked

“Mammon what is this-”

“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”

Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask

Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole

Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated

This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that

“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”

“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”

“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”

Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym

Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't

Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm

Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better

Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast

Diavolo's favorite color is pink

Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world

Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general

Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist

Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking

Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it

Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare

Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard

Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit

Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music

If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed

Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it

Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off

Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide

Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that

Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards

Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time

Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon

Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them

Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead

[boylikeanangel]

neil gaiman really got don draper to sit butt ass naked in a tartan shawl whilst playing comedic relief third string to dr who and aro twilight acting out the greatest supernatural love story of our generation . the fuckin g silly billies won today I absolutely cannot fucking wait for this season

[daydreams-after-dark]

Love ur fics🫠, also since my brain always rots for minsung x reader, I got this obscene idea, I'm so embarrassed to even say it but here it is. J in reader and M in J, simultaneously 🙈🙊🤡. Can u write about it?!

👆🏼This is me btw👉🏼👈🏼

Ahhh I was so excited when I received this ask. 🥰 Like, really really excited!! 😃😃😃😃 Asker also asked for a bit of fluffy tail / furry kink, so I have enthusiastically thrown that in there too. @rixenluv I hope you enjoy this... I kind of went a little feral with this. 🤭

MDNI // SMUT

CW: fluffy tail, ears, anal plugs (his and hers), unprotected sex (vaginal and anal), threesome, creampie, breeding kink, furry kink?, oral (briefly, m and f rec), aftercare, pet names (kitty, baby, cockslut)

Pretty little kitties

"Baby, come sit. Look what I bought us." Jisung pats the cushion of the sofa whilst balancing a box the size of a large shoebox on his lap. Intrigued, you sit beside your lover and lean against him affectionately.

"Ready?" he wriggles his eyebrows at you.

"Yes, Sungie. Come on show me already." you whine and playfully smack his arm.

"Okay, okay." he lifts the lid to reveal two matching sets of kitten ears and... "Two fluffy-tailed butt plugs!" Jisung exclaims. "I've already cleaned them, so they are good to go. Oh-" he turns to pull something out from under throw cushion next to him. "lube." he looks at you expectantly. "We can get started right now. Please... can you help me put it in?"

You pick up a pair of kitten ears and place them on your head, repeating the same with jisung. "You are so adorable Han Jisung. Adorable and a fucking freak." You lean in and capture his lips with yours in a hot and heavy kiss. "Let's get naked and fuck like animals, yeah?”

Within minutes you and Jisung are completely naked in your living room. The only thing you are both wearing are the ears. Han is positioned on all fours along the length of the couch, his bare ass in the air. It's a glorious sight and all you want to do is eat him out. Why does he have to be so irresistible?

"Baby. What are you doing? I'm so horny." he complains. "Put it in me."

You prep jisung with your fingers to begin with, stretching and scissoring him open. He's already moaning and being impatient. Then, with a generous amount of lube applied, you begin to insert the silver metal plug inside of his ass. He really did choose well, the long, white fluffy tail looks adorable and you can't wait to see it dangling between his perfect asscheeks.

"Ahhh...yes...baby...fuck." he moans as you steadily push it in.

"You're doing so well, Sungie. Do you think you can take more? You're almost there." you massage on cheek while you wait for his signal.

"Fuck...baby...just put it in!" he cried.

Right then, you smirk to yourself and push the plug the rest of the way until it was securely seated in his ass. So fucking hot. You slap him hard on his asscheek.

"Ow...baby!" he protests, and then he's back up kneeling on the sofa. "Okay, your turn." he points his finger to indicate he wants you on all fours now. "Head down, ass up. Let me see you pretty little hole."

You've barely gotten yourself into position when Jisung's mouth is devouring your pussy, and several fingers are sunk into your cunt. "Fuck. Baby. You're dripping wet."

"Feels good, Ji. You know I love it when you fill me up so good...fingers...your fingers are fucking me so good." you push back, attempting to grind against his hand. You could come just from this.

Jisung withdraws his fingers and smears your wetness around your pussy lips, and then around your asshole. "Such a sexy hole, baby." he kisses your lower back and hip. "Just perfect. Begging me to push my fingers inside." he whispers as he presses his finger into your tight hole. He takes a few minutes to loosen you up. "I think we can try the plug now, baby. You ready? Can you be good for me?"

All you can do is nod, you are in such a state from just his fingers that your words have left your brain. "Y-yes." you stammer.

You feel the cold, lubed metal at your entrance. Fuck, you are ready, and you just know you are going to open up and suck the plug right in. The stretch feels so satisfying. A little bit of a burn, quickly followed by sweet relief. Jisung experiments with withdrawing the plug part way and pushing it back in, gently fucking you with the toy.

"You look so filthy, baby."

"You look filthy,Jisung." a voice says from the doorway.

Both yours and jisung's heads snap towards the voice. Minho. Your housemate. Leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest. You track his eyes as they sweep over your bodies, and a flush spreads through your cheeks when you imagine what the pair of you must look like.

"Don't stop on my account." Minho says quietly, showing no emotion.

"Min. We-we can take it to the bedroom, so you don't have to see. Sorry, I didn't think this through." Jisung says, assuming Minho was definitely not serious in his remark.

"I said don't stop." Minho repeats eyes glued to the tail poking out of Jisung. "Are you two... kittens?" Minho's mouth curls up at one side. This must be so amusing to him.

"Yes." you reply timidly, blinking your eyes innocently.

"Splendid. I want to watch two pretty little kitties fuck." He enters the room fully now, and pushes an armchair over so he can get a front row seat.

There is a moments silence while you and Jisung watch Minho settle into the chair. He is fucking serious.

Something inside of you stirs. Arousal, a thrilling feeling, a desire to put on a show. "Ji, I need you inside me." you plead. "Need to be filled up with your cock."

Jisung, pulls his attention away from Minho and pumps his cock a few times. "Yeah? You ready for me to ruin you, baby?" holding your tail out of the way, he presses his cock against your entrance, squeezing int into your tight, warm cunt and pulling a long moan from you. You feel so much fuller having both holes filled.

Once Jisung's fully seated inside of you, your bodies flush with one another, he grips onto your hips, and starts to fuck you hard and fast.

"Fuck, baby...pussy's so good...So tight." he growls, fucking into you so hard you can barely catch your breath. You turn your head to watch Minho, he's solely focused on the scene before him. A dark desire is painted all over his face. He locks eyes on yours and he winks at you. It pleases you greatly.

Minho's hands come to rest on his belt buckle, pausing for a moment before proceeding to undo his trousers and freeing his hard cock.

"Lay on your back. I want to see you kiss." Minho instructs you.

While you and Jisung change positions, you see Minho strip himself of his clothes and saunter towards you. He places on knee on the couch cushion beside your head. "Open for me, kitten. I've got a special treat for you.”

You open your mouth, allowing Minho to push his cock into you. You accept him enthusiastically, opening your throat up. Jisung sinks his cock back into you, making you moan around Minho, while Minho holds your head steady as he fucks your mouth slow and deep.

"Thought you wanted to see us kiss?" Jisung pants.

"Hmm." is all Minho replies. He looks down at your watery eyes. "I do." he pulls out of your mouth with a pop. "Looks like there's only one place to put my cock then."

Jisung can barely contain his excitement at the realisation of what Minho means.

Minho strokes Jisung's back as he makes his way around behind him and kneeling on the couch. "Two pretty kittens." Minho coos, stroking Jisung's tail. "All prepped for me." he tugs at Jisung's tail making him whimper.

"Ji, kiss me." you whisper, and pull Jisung down on top of you and taking him a sloppy kiss that is all tongue and saliva. Jisung only pulling away from the kiss when he feels Minho remove the plug. "Fuck." he mutters as he nuzzles into your neck. You watch Minho over Jisung's shoulder. His eyes are heavy with lust as he watches himself line his cock up with jisung. Jisung stops thrusting so that Minho can squeeze into Jisung’s ass.

The pressure of Minho pushing into Jisung pushes Jisung deeper into you. Jisung cries out at the stretch, you cry out at the weight of the two men pushing deeper, deeper into you cervix. You hook your arms under your thighs, pulling your knees up near your chest so they can get as deep as humanly possible.

Minho begins to fuck into Jisung. It’s an incredible sight to see. The two men have a look of ecstasy on their faces. Minho watches his cock working in and out of Jisung’s hole. Jisung is gazing at you with a fucked out expression, every now and then dipping in for a kiss.

Every thrust from Minho causes Jisung to thrust into you. Every so often Minho stops, allowing Jisung to fuck into your cunt at his own pace, while Minho stays buried deep inside him. Then there are moments where Minho would hold onto Jisung’s hips, and push Jisung into you, controlling Jisung’s thrusts for him.

It is driving you absolutely wild and you think you’ll split in two. The force of the two men pounding into you, and the depth of Jisung’s cock tears up your pussy in the most satisfying way. Your orgasm is near, the familiar feeling of shattering around Jisung’s cock so very close.

The plug inside you makes you feel incredibly full, and you wonder for a moment what it might feel like with a cock in your ass. Maybe they’ll be up for that kind of thing another time?

“Ji, such a cockslut… so pretty for me.” Minho rambles. “Little kittens have greedy holes… need fucking so bad, huh?”

“Fuck!” You cry out of nowhere, surprising yourself with how close your climax is. “Please…don’t stop… don’t stop…fuck me harder… harder!”

“Come on, kitten, come around his cock…milk him. Kitten wants milks doesn’t she?” Minho grips Jisung’s hips harder and uses him to fuck you over the edge.

“Ooooo…. I’m cuuuumminggg…” you sob as your walls squeeze around Jisung.

“Fuck… so….so fucking tight… gonna fill you up baby. Gonna breed you… take it. Take all of it baby…” Jisung rambles. You feel him coating your insides filling you just as he said he would.

“Fuck.” Minho growls, and with a few final thrusts cums deep inside Jisung.

“Quick.” Minho pulls out, barely even having time to recover. “ both of you on all fours.” You and Jisung kneel on all fours, asses side by side on the couch and resting your arms in the back of it. Still with kitten ears on. Your plug had since been removed. You feel Han’s cum seeping out of your hole.

“Yes, so dirty.” Minho coos, watching it ooze out and slowly dribble down your inner thigh. “Oop and yours too Ji. Both pretty holes oozing cum.”

He watches intently for a good few minutes before insisting he shower you both and popping you into bed.

“Aren’t you going to stay with us?” Jisung asks as Minho is about to leave the room.

He turns, looking at you both endearingly. “Do…do you want me to?” He asks quietly.

“We’re your pretty little kittens. You have to stay.” You smile.

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I NEED TO TELL A YANDERE BLOG ABOUT THIS NSFW HEADCANON I HAVE-

Imagine a yandere that bought one of those super high quality sex dolls and dresses it up as you with stolen clothes and puts a wig on to match your hair color, etc, used it constantly calling out your name, etc

Also imagine you finDING IT- oml

- ☀️anon

☀️ nonnie you beeg brained :D

ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏʟʟ? (ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

♥ warnings — general yandere warnings, reader is a dom? and yan is a subby... doll and yan wears lingerie, degradations toward yan, sub-dom, worship - Master play, slapping and mention of sounding.

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕, ʙʟᴜᴇ

By just dressing this silicone doll in the correct wig, outfits, and makeup and dousing it with perfume, he gets to practice all his fantasies on it. It almost looks like you now, especially with how accurately it's dressed since it is indeed your clothes that he stole. He does enjoy dressing it up with the type of outfits you wouldn't usually wear.

All is great but not the best.

Why? It's not you after all. It's just some silly expensive doll that is dressed to look like you to satiate his needs. Nonetheless, what's better than 0? 1. And that is this doll, a 1/100.

It's mostly used for menial stuffs such as a morning bed buddy, a company for breakfast and a company for when he's sat in front of the computer for a long time, alone.

But when night falls?

"Fuck–, be good." He grunts as he slams his cock into the doll, mindlessly calling out your name like some sort of prayer, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The doll is totally abused by him every night, dressed in countless themed outfits.

"Yeah, yeah, gonna cum, gonna paint you white from the inside fuck-!"

His pace grows erratic, breath raggier and tongue lolling out like a dog. He's already on cloud nine over a doll, what will it be if he's fucking the real deal instead?

"Ah- fuck, gonna cum-!"

The sound of beeping suddenly rings, cutting his panting in half as his eyes are trained toward the door.

Beep. Clack.

"Hey Blue, brought ya' the goods.... s...?"

Your eyes go up and down. Him, naked with a doll beneath him, his cock buried inside the doll, shielding your eyes from it. Hand tugging on the wig of your hairstyle and the clothes you thought you had somehow lost lying on the floor, not to mention the whole room smells like you!

"Uhh... am I supposed to... knock or ring the doorbell from now on?" You motion toward the door as you try to avert your gaze toward somewhere else. Ah yes, the framed photo of you two looks good on the cabinet.

"Wa-wait, wait, don't, I mean, stay! I mean, go-! Arghh..." Blue stutters as he pulls out, his hardened cock now on display for you to see. So he is a grower...?

"Listen, I mean, fuck, look anywhere but me!" Blush creeps into his face as he wraps the blanket around his waist, striding toward you in panic.

"I got ya' the lemonade and uh..." You fail. Your eyes are just a pair of curious souls, looking at how his bulge is seen poking through the blanket.

"... shitfuck. Never knew ya' a grower"

"This is no time for joke..."

"You want the awkwardness to die down or nah pal?"

Blue stays silent for a moment before crouching down in annoyance. He should have just chainlocked the damn door today!

"Been wondering why I've been missing some of my clothes and undies, ya' into stealing or just broke?"

His cock is supposed to be limp by now but it's not. It's twitching from your last words. What has gotten into his head?

"And that lingerie? Oo... never knew yer' a kinky one." Your foot nudges his shin before his bulging cock, giving it a rub. Blue shudders from the contact, falling backward on the butt while the blanket slips from his waist, revealing his aching cock that is leaking precum.

"Fucking masochistic aren't ya?"

You straddle him as you place the plastic bag down onto the floor, knee pressed against his bulge while your tongue licks his sweat from his face, hand slowly taking the glasses off his face, is this prescribed spectacle?

"My pretty boy."

You walk toward the bed and sit on it, your eyes trained on the naked doll, it looks almost like you, thumbs up for him for sure. You beckon him closer with your finger, and so he does.

"Would love to see you dressed in lingerie instead, come on, do a favor for me yeah doll?"

Blue gulps as he nods, slowly undressing the doll before wearing it himself, the size doesn't really fit him but it's manageable. His cock twitches every now and then as you watch his figure.

"Lovely, isn't it?"

"U-unh..."

"Did you pick this lingerie while thinking how it'll look like if it's wrapped around my body? How the color will suit me... how easy the access would be for you to just..." You sandwich his cock with your feet, rubbing it up and down, "feel me like I'm doing to you right now?"

Blue shakes as he moans out, his knees slowly turning into jellies. He needs you, to feel you all over. And so he pleads, "Please..."

You raise your eyebrows, "Please what?"

"Please... do me... yeah?"

You smack his cock with your foot, "Is that how you are supposed to talk to your Master?"

Blue gulps before kneeling down, his lip moving to your foot pressing kisses on it while occasionally licking it, "Please, Master." You try your best to bite your excitement back, eyes swirling in lust as you focus on the lovesick mutt in front of you. You'll collar him later but for now, he is your doll, yours to toy with just like how he's been toying with this doll.

"Come," You pat your thigh, "Let me feel that cheek of yours."

Blue nods and brings his face closer to yours, you can feel his breath fanning you. Your finger pokes his cheek before it turns into a palm that feels his cheek, hard. You slap him.

"Be good, else I'll fucking squeeze a pipe down your cock."

Blue shivers from the idea of sounding. That would totally feel so good, right? His cock starts leaking even more pre-cum, spoiling your thigh with the white liquid.

"Fucking mutt in heat. Why not rut yourself with my thighs?"

It only takes that for Blue to raise your legs by the ankles, his cock in between your thighs as he ruts himself in and out, panting like a dog in heat. You pinch him in response to his action, too bad you couldn't reach his nipple.

"Fucking slut." You rip the lacy lingerie as you claw him, nails digging into his hips, "Gonna fucking chew your cock off later until it's minced."

Blue's cock twitches again from your words, pace even more erratic now. "Please do so!" He is close, you can see it. But he knows better than to come before you allow him to first. "Please, please, please, lemme cum? Need one out so bad, hurts so much."

"Ah? Do I look like I care?" You scowl at him for pulling one of your legs away from him, kicking him by his shoulder, "Fucking mutt, go hold that until your balls are as good as blue and I wouldn't even care."

Blue whimpers at your words but his excitement only grows even more, it only pushes him even further from his limit.

"Please, please, please I beg you. Please..." He begs as he rubs his face against your foot, peppering it with kisses and licks, "Please let me come, just one word I'm all done, please..."

You sneer at him before kicking his face lightly, "Give me a twirl."

He twirls. "Show me how needy your cock is." He shows it to you, lifting the veil for a clearer view. "A striptease for me." He strips, eyes never leaving yours until you suddenly jerk him off, "Good boy... come on." You rub him even faster, his hip bucking toward you for a better angle, "Come, my pretty doll."

Rope of cum soils your feet not afterward, your name rings in the room as he pants, trying to grasp reality after how cum-dazed he was. You rub your spoiled feet against his pelvis, soiling it with his cum as well.

"Come," You open your arms wide for him to dive his face into your neck. You kiss his ear as you caress his hair, muttering praises at him.

"Wanna try the real deal now?"

[le-monchou]

deny your heart, okay for tonight || jiyan

note: inspired by taemin's guilty. was supposed to be longer, but like... very long, so i may expand on this idea later on. jiyan 🤤🤤🤤|| minors please do not interact with the post || 434 words || kinktober masterlist.

in your dreams, large, gentle hands belonging to a teal-haired man massaged you, and if you were not aware that this was a little too out of place for it to be a dream and not some kind of premonition for what was to come. and you had little thought for it anyway, late for your meeting with the esteemed general of the midnight rangers.

but the aftermath of that meeting was far from your regular ones, and any regular, thoughtless fool would agree, considering that you had the tip of a tongue several (?) feet long making a quick meal of your cunt while you hung many feet off the ground, pussy and eyes weeping at the simultaneous excess and lack of stimulation. hungry teal eyes stared at you from down below as a soft growl left the divine creature’s mouth as the tongue receded back into its mouth.

“a-are you done?” you whisper as the creature cocks its head at you before letting go of you and making you fall several feet before it grabs you right before you turn into puree, and if you were not butt-naked and very turned on, you would stab that creature’s eyes out and… well, do something. but as the sun on the horizon sets, you see something that resembles fear settle in the eyes of the creature, and before you can stretch a hand to reassure the creature the general had asked you to investigate that it was only the sun, it had vanished, taking most of your clothes with it.

walking back to the nearest camp was not fun, but thankfully, the general was away on a personal investigation, and so, questions were not asked, and you retired for the night. but again, dreams that you couldn’t remember when you woke up plagued you throughout the night, and in the morning, you swore that the general himself looked tired. after a brief discussion about the night with that creature, where you tried not to coo at his red cheeks, you departed to find the creature’s lair and retrieve your clothes (and maybe get fucked again, but that was besides the point. you’re not really into beastiality. maybe).

but as you tracked down the location of the lair, you began putting two and two together, and you sighed as you slipped off your shirt and bra, covering your torso with only the midnight rangers coat so dutifully supplied to you. if jiyan wants you so badly, who are you to deny him? but that doesn’t mean you’ll go down without a fight- he should know better.

[daisynik7]

Nanami would come across a post saying "they say where your moles are placed is the spot where your lover from your past life kissed you— the bigger the mole is, the more the kisses" and that night strip his lover and kiss them from head to toe (first on all of the moles they already have then everywhere else)

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

cw: fluff/romance, smut, established relationship, reader has moles on their skin!

Author’s Note: Another husband!Nanami short fic for the books! Absolutely love this idea, thank you for sending this in anon! I hope you like it! 

Nanami usually never takes things like this seriously. In fact, he rarely pays attention to social media in general. However, when he sees your username included in the thousands of people who liked this particular tweet, he’s intrigued. 

They say where your moles are placed is the spot where your lover from your past life kissed you – the bigger the mole is, the more the kisses. 

This gives him an idea. 

Later that night, all dressed down and ready for bed, Nanami snuggles you under the covers, kissing at the beauty mark behind your ear. 

“Honey, that tickles,” you giggle, waving him off. 

“You know what they say, right?” he asks you, voice low and sultry. 

You turn to face him, curious. He paraphrases the tweet from earlier, resulting in you grinning wide. “You saw that?”

He nods, smiling. “Yes. And you, my dear, have got plenty of moles all over your body. I must have kissed you a whole bunch in our past life.”

“Who says it was you kissing me, huh?” you tease, pawing at his chest. 

“Hm. Good point,” he says, reaching for the hem of your shirt. “I guess I’ll have to kiss you all over then. Whoever has you in the next life will know that you’re all mine.” 

His hands slide beneath your shirt, up to your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I know you have one right here,” he whispers, sucking on your ear lobe. He hoists your top over your head, stripping you bare from the waist up. “There it is.” He latches his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking at the mole on the skin around it.

You squirm from his touch, whining his name. “Kento.”

He hums into your skin, trailing his fingers down to the waistband of your pajamas, slipping under the fabric to rub your clit. You shrug your pants off your legs, completely naked now, eager and needy for more of his touch. Chuckling, he finally pulls away, dragging your nipple taut between his lips, causing you to whine. “Turn over, honey. There’s that mole right below your left butt cheek. I want to kiss it.”

You roll your eyes, doing what he says. “You’re still going on about that mole thing?”

He nods, giving you a light spank, watching your ass jiggle. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve kissed every inch of your body.” He scatters kisses along your bottom, slowly spreading your thighs apart. “Lift your ass for me, sweetheart.”

You do so, wondering where he’s going with this, staring at the headboard, unaware where his lips will land next. Suddenly he’s suckling at your clit, eating you out from the back. You jolt from the contact, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the abrupt curse that escape your lips. “Fuck!”

He’s noisy about it, making sure you know exactly how sloppy he’s giving it to you right now, spitting and slurping along your folds. Thick saliva coating your bud and pussy, his fingers spreading your cheeks apart so that he can nestle his face deep inside you. He ruts his hips against the mattress, rubbing his cock for any type of friction, still fully clothed while he pleasures you. After several minutes, you orgasm, fists clenched into the sheets. He pulls away, stripping his clothes hastily, hovering over you to spread wet kisses along your back and neck. Eventually, he tips your chin to face him, meeting your lips with his. His tongue swirls around yours, kissing you deeply as he guides his cock inside you, bottoming out. Mouth warm against your ear, his breathing staggered, he whispers, “It’s us, princess. In this life, the past, the future. It’s you and me, always.”

He fucks you until you come, then turns your over to fuck you missionary, pressing your knees toward your chest into a mating press. His lips move along your leg, all the way to your ankle, where he gives you a particularly sweet smooch. He does the same to the other side, his thumb massaging your sensitive bud, causing you to climax once more. 

You end the night making love in cowgirl, riding his lap until he comes with you this time, sprinkling kisses on your nose, cheeks, everywhere on your face. His hands grip your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock. When you’re stuffed full of his cum, he turns both of you to the side, holding you gently in his arms, remaining inside you.

Cuddling closer to him, face snug against his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat, repeating his sentiment from earlier. “It’s you and me, Kento. In this life, the past, the future.”

He smiles, embracing you tighter, nuzzling his nose to the top of your head. “Always.” 

[rei-ismyname]

Storm used to get naked a lot

Magneto definitely has the longevity (pun intended) when it comes to on-panel nudity or semi-nudity, but Storm had many moments early in her publication history. They're pretty racist, tbh, the implication being that an African person wouldn't have the same understanding of the social contract dictating 'don't be naked in public.'

This one isn't public but it's got a similar vibe of otherness. 'Imagine myself back in Kenya.' As an aside, my disability makes showering a lengthy trial. I'd love to be able to do this.

Jean is Living with Misty Knight and keeping her Marvel Girl identity secret, so she asks Ororo to change out of her X-Men uniform. There's a flash of lightning? Cool trick, but yeah she's butt nekkid and Jean is aghast/horny/who knows? Ororo is like 'We all good?' and Jean nearly chokes on her drink (sure ;) It's not really explained, but I feel like it's meant to be read as 'African woman doesn't understand nudity taboo.' An excellent what if? would be 'What if Storm's nudist/body positivity became an X-Men thing?' I think it'd be good for everyone who consents, though it'd make it a lot harder to run a school.

This one is forced as hell. Nightcrawler realises Storm is swimming naked in the pool, and tries to hurry everyone inside so nobody sees her. If I'm being generous he means well, but it's still a little uncomfortable. Not pictured - Kurt talking to Storm; Storm giving a fuck. Because he loudly told everyone to get inside, Storm does too (why wouldn't she?)

Nightcrawler - 'Too late.'

Colossus - 'By The White Wolf?!?'

Banshee - 'Oh dear.'

Wolverine - 'Nice tits, darlin.' (paraphrased, lol. The look on his face tho )

She doesn't understand what the hell these weirdos are on about, and complies with Piotr's suggestion that she wear his shirt 'if you insist.' (Boo, double standard. Free the nipple!)

Ororo still doesn't understand, so Xavier (who's been listening? Watching? telepathically takes what's barely subtext and makes it text.

'What may be customary in your land is not in this one.' Yikes. Ororo spent a lot of her youth in various parts of Africa, but her childhood proper was spent in New York AFAIK. She's a US citizen This is her land. I consulted a bunch of African friends who've been to Africa and have family there - Nudity is not common in their experience. Same rules as most places. It's a very stereotypical portrayal of backwards Africa - as if it's a homogenous country and not a massive continent.

He continues 'For the sake of group harmony, I suggest in future you use more... discretion.' I wonder what word he was going to use instead of discretion. Professor X is the undisputed patriarch here, so naturally the most patriarchal stuff comes from him (especially in the 60s/70s.) I'd actually love this to be revisited and have it be revealed that she just likes being naked and it has nothing to do with her being from Africa. Maybe with a lightning bolt upside his bald head. Aside from the scene where Xavier recruits her, I don't think there's any Ororo naked in Africa scenes - she understands the concept of clothes. Ugh.

She was just trying to swim, it was these bozos making a big deal of it. It's also just plain weird that this came up multiple times with multiple writers. Same editor, though I think. Expecting progressiveness from Liberal Marvel is folly, but this just feels like policing women's bodies, and a black woman repeatedly in the same way. 'Stop ogling and objectifying the poor woman,' would be much more appropriate.

[gerec]

dom erik fics? strangely every time i try read a dom erik he is a sub because of some kind of plot twist

Here are some excellent dom!Erik fics, Anon; hope you enjoy!!!

What You've Really Been Chasing by helens78

Charles has been chasing after something for years, but he's never found it. Erik steps in to show him what he's been missing.

Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride by tahariel (series)

When Erik enters the bedroom, pausing on the threshold just to look, near shivering with excitement, his new sub is waiting for him, laid out on top of the bedclothes like a present. He’s draped with a length of rich black silk, which clings to his naked body and hides nothing, accentuates everything.

Erik’s mouth runs dry.

Counting the Beat by clavicular

Written for this prompt on 1stclass_kink: Erik uses a metal sex toy (dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs, or maybe he just molds something) on Charles with his powers so he can watch from afar while fucking Charles senseless. Belts, buttons, and zippers are metal too, so I imagine Erik just sitting back in a chair smugly while he uses the metal on Charles' clothes/body to force Charles around and take his clothes off and such. Maybe there's a bit of power play going on where Charles tries to get in Erik's head and make him squirm and Erik disciplines him for it...

Twenty-One Guns by luninosity (series)

Sometimes Charles needs to not be in control for a while. Erik offers to help. First times, some confessions, porn with plot…

Alive With Open Eyes by Cesare, helens78

"I'd rather stay, though," Charles smirked, all too pleased with himself, "if you'll have me."

"No," Erik told him flatly. "Not like this. If you start this, you take it seriously. You're mine until I'm through with you."

Purple is for Emperors by Fullmetalcarer

Erik sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking his cock.

Charles knelt on the floor in front of him, naked and bound with purple cords.

Can Erik and Charles find happiness in a world where they don't fit in?

Finding North by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik (series)

Charles and Erik are (loosely) friends with benefits. They don't share personal details, last names, or anything concrete about their lives. This is ruined rather spectacularly when Charles gets recruited by the Mutant Apprehension Division of the FBI. Surprised is a bit of an understatement for their reaction to finding themselves partnered up and sent out on cases with the team.

Bit of a detective fic? Really just an excuse for us to play around with MAD (Mutant Apprehension Division) that we created in Playing House.

you burn me by warraw

Erik didn’t allow him a blanket or any other cover, so he is curled up on his side, hugging himself. From where Erik is standing he cannot see the sweet curve of his ass, just his front. But it is enough to enjoy the view.

Gifts by spuffyduds 

Erik is generous. Charles is distracted.

No more fear by adern (series)

Erik was a Dominant himself, but he wouldn't ever threatened a submissive of punishement just because they had put the cutlery in the wrong order.

put me down by ninemoons42

Charles is normally happy to follow Erik's orders in and out of bed, but it's been a very bad day, and he's been caught entirely off guard by what he overhears.

Into His Arms by a_q

Written for the meme prompt: A human dominant over a mutant sub is almost unheard of. No one expected a human Erik Lehnsherr to be the dom of a Omega-level telepath. Erik is convinced it's a mistake, Charles is convinced it's perfect.

Moira tries to support her husbands new found connection, and Raven tries to protect Charles and keep him from giving too much of himself.

Open You Up by Magnetism_bind

I want smutty sex against the wall, on the table, wherever exciting, and I want submissive!Charles. And maybe some filthy oral sex...

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The way Roman König is so confident and unapologetic while being butt ass naked has me hot and bothered... I had to read the paragraphs over and over again. Just this beautiful marble statue of a man swinging his huge gorgeous dick around and having a quick little breakfast with his morning wood on display like it's nothing is so... Ugh. And he's not doing it in a cocky way, no, he's just so goddamn sure of himself and comfortable with his body, it's incredibly sexy. I had to think of the Farnese Hercules (although I imagine König a bit more lean), just displaying his godly body to the world, relaxed, nonchalant and naturally. (I recommend looking up the statue... The pose, the shoulders, the back, the butt, the everything...)

This series is so fucking good. Thank you so much for gracing us with it!

YES OMG it's based on pure confidence and happiness!

König is happy to wake up with a boner, he's happy to eat a good, healthy breakfast (that includes wine of course <3), he's happy to parade around naked and take a piss while the sun shines nicely & warmly on his skin (everyone else is shivering because the winter only recently turned to spring), he's happy to come back and see that there's a cute little fairy pouting and sulking under his furs nowadays. What a delight to be alive! The only thing he’s missing is a good fight…

And I'm pretty sure this König just doesn't vibe with clothes in general: he needs a fur cloak if he goes to the mountains or armor if he goes to battle but... that’s about it. Clothes are mainly just meh to him.

And lol reader in this fic is soooo hot & bothered too. I think everytime she's angry at him, she's actually just horny and wants to bang? :( But because she's in denial, she thinks it's anger that's making her so hot everywhere and causes her nipples to perk up as if accusing this stupid, impossible, damnable man who's so incredibly annoying >:(

And the Farnese Hercules omg anon. I would be a puddle at his feet. Just squealing "don't step on me pls kind dominus" as he looks down on pathetic lil me. ❤️ (I'm glad you're enjoying the series! Much kisses and love! 💋)

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

anything for benny gecko? im quite curious!

(If it hasn't become clear, headcanon requests are presumed to be for NSFW content unless otherwise stated. Feel free to submit again if I missed the mark, Anon!)

Benny Gecko (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons

Benny is NOT good in bed off bat, but he's trainable. If there's one thing the man has in spades, it's self-confidence; because of that, he thinks he's a sex god with universally applicable technique that, in reality, works on about 1/10 partners. He's the poster child for "you told me 'right there' so I'm both changing angles and speeding up". You may have to slap him around a little to get what you're trying to teach him to sink in (3 INT and also he's just a dog who enjoys a little punishment), or maybe park yourself on his face until the lack of oxygen forces him to figure out how to eat you properly, but he's more than capable of learning. Be generous with the praise when he does things right and he'll never forget what you like.

Sex with him can be pretty goofy (rough/passionate, but still goofy) and littered with moments that make you both giggle, but on a bad day he can be quite punitive. Laugh at the wrong moment for any reason on a day like that and he'll turn your ass beet red before you can blink.

Benny's pretty strong according to his stats, and he definitely enjoys flexing that strength. He likes to fuck standing up against the wall for that reason; it's a cumbersome position that doesn't really feel ideal for anyone, but he can't resist the look on a partner's face when he hoists them up around his waist.

The man tries hard to keep up his "slick and reformed nomad" image, but beneath all the pomade and the Bugsy Siegel suit, he's dirty, rough around the edges. Primal. He prefers his sexual encounters to be filthy in all ways; unwashed, sweaty, pheromone-saturated filth. Likes when you're just a little overripe. Wants both of you to be completely covered in one another's bodily fluids when you're done. Spit in his mouth and he might propose right then and there (do not take this proposal seriously).

I adore the headcanon that, under the suit, Benny is covered in gang/tribe tattoos from his Boot Rider days (as well as a bevvy of scars). He's a bit self-conscious about how they make him appear at times, but he's thrilled if you're really into them.

He's a switch, but a mean dom and a petulant, bratty sub. Not every day is a BDSM-type day with Benny (you wouldn't have, for example, a long-term dom/sub dynamic with him; too many rules involved for his taste), but those days are always...trying in their own way.

HAS to have a cigarette after he fucks, preferably lying butt-ass naked in bed near an open window with a nice breeze blowing through. Will settle for a cigar, but you're gonna have to listen to him bitch about how he'd rather have a regular smoke while his soft cock is flopping everywhere. Distracting. Annoying. Very Benny Gecko.

Hard 15 minute timer from "cumming his brains out" to "so deep asleep you can't rouse him for shit". Make sure you get yours before he gets his, and don't fuck him in your bed if you don't want him to spend the night. You won't be able to get him to leave once he's snoring.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Too hot too cuddle for professor au!

I got several for this one, but this is the only one with specific au so I'm goin' with it 😌

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"I'm calling off tomorrow."

"No you're not. There's only two weeks left, you have to go."

"Why?"

"Finals are coming and all that. Think of the kids."

The night goes quiet as the too-warm breeze from the swivel fan at her side makes another circuit of the room.

"... Fuck them kids."

Clarke smiles at the grunt that's half-muffled into a pillow, her foot reaching out across the bed to nudge a calf that lays bare and sticky with a dusting of sweat. "You don't mean that."

"Right now I do," Lexa whines and readjusts for the tenth time in as many minutes. "It's too hot to move. It's too hot to think straight—"

"When have you ever done that anyway?"

"It's too hot to wear clothes."

"Now that I'm not complaining about," Clarke hums, reaching over to caress the curve of her girlfriend's perfectly crafted bubble butt.

She glances down at the toes that flex under the bit of sheet draped over Lexa's ankles and not another inch higher, because despite them both foregoing their normal nighttime attire and it really being too hot for any kind of bedding, Lexa had staunchly insisted that, quote, 'Sleeping with my feet uncovered just feels... wrong.' Unquote.

"Don't even think about getting frisky, Ms. Griffin" Lexa muffles into her pillow again as she reaches back to blindly point behind her in Clarke's general direction. "It's too hot for that too."

Clarke grabs the vaguely menacing finger and kisses it. "Just try and get some sleep, baby."

"Who can sleep like this?" Lexa lifts her head just enough to let out dramatic series of sobs before flopping back down. "I can't even cuddle my own girlfriend without it forming a gross, sticky skin paste."

Which was true. They had tried. And had predictably failed, much to Lexa's misery.

"We'll cuddle tomorrow night, baby. Right after the A/C guy leaves."

"That doesn't help me sleep tonight though, now does it?"

Clarke looks over to the mass of sweat-frizzed curls that lays splayed over the pillow beside her. "You're worse than Madi sometimes, you know that?"

"If Madi were here right now, she'd back me up."

"Mmm, technically if Madi were here right now, I think she'd just be horrified at seeing you splayed out butt-ass naked."

She laughs at the disgusted sound of Lexa's grunt as the hand in hers is yanked away.

"I should have failed you when I had the chance."

Clarke ignores her girlfriends antics and rolls over onto her back, sighing as the fan makes another pass and cools the fine sheen of sweat that coats her body.

The heat hangs over her like a cloud, thick and humid, seeping into her pores and settling heavy in her bones. She gives in to its weight, letting it pull her down into the sleepiness that had clung to her like a haze for the entire day.

She's just about to drift off into a restless, sweat-soaked slumber when she feels the bed shift as a hand drifts over... and lands right on her left breast.

Clarke doesn't even bother to open her eyes, just smiles and scootches over a bit, so the hand can lay in a more comfortable position to cup her.

"Better?"

The hand holding her breast gives a sleepy squeeze.

"... S'better."