#gripping to that thigh to save his life etc

[the-acid-pear]

Okay I hit a wall w this drawing and I smashed past it so y'all get to see a wip I'm so fucking close to being finally done. I mean I'm barely in the sketching part but everyone knows that's the hardest. Lineart and color I always breeze thru. This has been taking me MONTHS.

[tasiawrites]

Kinktober Day 7: Stuck in A Wall - Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers x Black Fem Reader

it contains: reader is in her early 20s, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), very dubious consent (borderline non-con), creampie, mentions of death and murder etc

Enjoy!

This whole thing was ridiculous. Somehow, trying to escape the “shape” of Haddonfield you ended up in Micheal Myers's childhood home. To make matters worse you were stuck. You had attempted to climb out of a semi-barred window into the back yard but after getting about 40% of your body through a hole that logically no one should fit through, your costume got you stuck. Now there you were hanging halfway in and halfway out, scared for your life with the knowledge that Michael was behind you.

Tears welled in your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Maybe just maybe he didn't know you were there as yet. You felt something move behind you and that sliver of hope left. You were stuck and about to be murdered. Something cold touched your hip and you said your last prayers to the god that you may or may not have believed in. The tears flowed down your face silently. No amount of screaming would reasonably help you in the situation so you stayed quiet hoping he would make it quick.

Instead, you felt a puff of air against your pussy. All the small squirming of your body stopped as you tried to figure out what the actual fuck was going on. Another puff and all your thoughts came to a halt, he couldn't be? But the feeling of hands on your thighs spreading apart confirmed your suspicions. Honestly, you thought he was asexual the way he went around killing high school kids but it turns out he wasn't. 

The warmth of his palms led you to believe he was not wearing his usual gloves. They were large and rough. One gripped your cheek while the other rubbed up and down your slit so slowly it felt as if he were carrying out an experiment. It didn't take long for those wandering hands to find your clit and you squirmed. He rubbed it, hars only, but somehow it still felt good. It was embarrassing being pleasured by a serial killer while being stuck in a window. Not seeing what he was doing made the whole experience both thrilling and terrifying. 

The hands left you and your entire body tensed up once more. That was until you felt something else on you. It was wet thick and slimy. Micheal was licking you. He traced you slowly, saving the taste as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.  The hornier you got the more he licked you. His tongue found purchase on your clit and your entire body twitched. It felt like an electric current ran down your body as he focused on playing with your nub.

Everything felt so intense because you could not see anything. You felt him pull away once more. You couldn't hear anything through the walls but you felt when he stepped closer to you. Something round poking at your entrance. His hands spread you apart as he fed his cock into you. Inch by inch he spread you open. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he opened you up. The only thing that ran through your head was how big he was. 

You could feel him in your guts, it felt like he wasnt stopping. He stopped moving and you breathed a sigh of releif, you were stuffed to the brim. Just as slow as he fed himself into you he pulled out until it was just his tip left in you. Then in a ay you never expected he pushed himself into you, hard. He began fucking you roughly. You could feel him in every rideg inside you. He was carving you out to fit himself.

He kept going at it hard and you could feel bruises start to form where you were stuck. It's not like he cared since he just kept going. You were starting to feel good. To enjoy the rough fucking you were receiving from the shape of Haddonfield. The feeling of your slick running down your thighs made you hang your head in shame

Suddenly Michael hit something in you and you let out a wheeze. There was a spasm inside you where you couldn't tell if your body wanted to suck him in or push him out. Micheal paused his movements and started angling himself to hit that one spot over and over again. Unconsciously though he began fucking something else inside you. The tip of his dick was hitting your cervix dead on. “W-wait,” you cried, the first conscious words escaping your mouth since you got stuck. You tried to pull away from the feeling of him trying to break into your womb.

It didn't work, instead, he pulled you into him thrusting so hard you knew that if you ever survived this you would be on bed rest for days. Scarily you could feel yourself getting worked up. You could feel the coil in you winding up. It was tightening and so were you. Just by the way his balls were slapping against your clit with every thrust you knew you were making a mess; and you hadn't even cum yet. 

You weren't sure how much longer you could hold up. Then Michael started doing something you never expected. His fingers flicked your clit. Over and over he rubbed small circles into the bundle of nerves. An unholy moan escaped your lips after holding them in for the entire time. Your thighs began to shake as the slowly tightening coil began to release. The entirety of your body tensed as your pussy pulsed around his shaft. You let out a squeal as you squirted all over. Somehow Micheal kept going, even as your insides pulsed, tightened, and sucked and sprayed all over him.

Your body shuddered from overstimulation as he kept going. It didn't take long for Michael to come too. A few rouch thrusts and the man shoved himself as deep as he possibly could. You felt every spurt of cum fill your already over-stuffed walls. It slid down your thighs even as Michael was still inside you. Then as abruptly as it began, Micheal pulled out.

It had been almost an hour, by your probably incorrect account of time, since you were left hanging. The cum had stopped leaking out of you over thirty minutes ago and hanging there post-sex felt extremely shameful when you thought about who could possibly find you. All of a sudden you felt tugging on your lower half. After a few tries you popped free. As you let your eyes adjust, you looked up to see the shape of Haddonfield looking down at you. You felt something poking your back. Looks like he's back for round two.

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I still don't know what's going on, tell me if I missed anything or just give me feedback in general!

I know I haven't posted the past few days but I'll get to them soon. see you tomorrow tho

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[harleys1nhawaii]

USING YOU

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x f!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, 18+ content, degration, humiliation, dabi being an asshole as usual, mocking, petnames etc. not proofread so yeah

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BABYGIRL LIGHT OF MY LIFE FIRE OF MY LOINS MY ONE AND ONLY SOURCE OF LIGHT IN THIS HELLISH LIFE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING💙💙💗🎀 lol jokes aside i cant seem to finish none of the fucking drafts i have so tryna save my ass my posting smut. pray for me so i can be productive every once in a while<3

dabi watches you ride him with his hands lazily tucked under his head, his lips curled into a infuriating cocksure grin. he finds it utterly amusing that you — in your cute little head believe that you can get off without his help.

he can feel the way your nails dig in his burnt flesh deeper than necessary, and the way your cunt squeezes in desperation. if he waits just a little more, he’s sure that those tears — you struggle so hard to fight back — will eventually start pouring down.

“damn, look at you going.”

your glare could cut steel, but it only makes him chuckle. he’s been at this for a while, mocking encouraging you too cheekily for your liking. its no. he tilts his head, watching you with those icy blue eyes, half-lidded and lazy, as if this is nothing more than a casual afternoon for him.

"atta girl," he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "almost looks like you know what you're doing up there."

his mocking encouragement makes your blood boil. you dig your nails into his chest hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks, but the bastard doesn't even flinch. if anything, his cock twitches inside you, and the smug look on his face somehow grows even more insufferable.

"you think this is funny?" you bite out, your voice sharp but trembling, betraying how close you are to breaking.

"oh, sweetheart, i think it's hilarious," he drawls, his tone teasing. "you’re working so hard, too. almost makes me feel bad."

almost.

dabi could be so much crueler. brutal, even. you both know for a damn fact that all it would take to break you further are those scarred, calloused hands — gripping your waist, pressing you down, and holding you still.

you know a man like him — a nasty dog with a sick, sick mind who lives the life for the thrill of it would not hesitate to amplify your torment. it ain’t something he didn’t do before, not in the slightest. and that ridiculous arrogance you were putting on, like you could keep up the facade, only made him more eager to tear it down.

“mhh—ah, fuck!” but then again, you sure were a sight to see. sweat glistening on your delicate, plushy skin. tits bouncing with every jump. your face scrunched into the purest mix of determination and desperation. brows furrowed, eyes squinting with need, lips parting to draw in sharp, ragged breaths.

you’re utterly adorable. and dabi’s stained heart harbors just enough innocence to show mercy. plus the way your tight, spasming walls clutch at his aching cock feels just right to stop it.

"need a hand there, doll?" his smirk deepens, his sharp teeth flashing like a predator toying with its prey.

“nah, you've got this, right? you’re a big girl. don’t let me stop you."

your thighs burn, muscles trembling with the effort, and you can feel the humiliating prick of tears at the corners of your eyes. his cock fits perfectly, the stretch overwhelming but delicious, and yet no matter how much you grind down on him, you're still not there.

but dabi? oh, dabi is patient. he’s the kind of man who takes pleasure in your defiance, only because it makes breaking you so much sweeter. he can see the cracks forming-how your breaths come quicker, how your movements grow more erratic, and how your nails dig into his scarred chest out of sheer frustration.

his tip kisses your cervix with each jump, his girth hitting all the right places, but it's not enough — not without his hands on you, guiding you, wrecking you like only he can.

it’s maddening. his nonchalance, the arrogance that radiates off him like it's his rightful crown. he lays there, sprawled out like he's the king of the damn world, watching you struggle for something only he can give.

and he has every right to be this way. you’ve dug your own grave by bitching that you didn’t need his help to cum, and now you were supposed to lie in it.

you lift yourself until only his tip remains inside before dropping back down, over and over. the motion repeats to the point where your cervix aches, and your walls grow numb from the strain. the slick mess coating both your thighs shines bright like a slap on your face. hours of jumping on his dick — yet still, no one of you has came.

"you done yet?" his tone is syrupy sweet, dripping with sarcasm. "or should i grab a book to pass the time?"

another roll of your hips, hard enough to probably break his dick, and he groans — not loud, but enough to let you know you're affecting him despite his infuriating composure. you think that maybe after this, he’ll decide to shut the fuck up.

though his grin shifts, becoming something darker, more predatory. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you know—you just know—he's about to make it worse.

“careful," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. "don’t start something you can't finish."

something in his gaze tells you to give up this torture already, and the effort you put into hiding the shiver that runs down your spine fuels his ego more than any words ever could.

“you think you can keep this up?” he raises his brows. the condescending gleam in his azure eyes is enough to shatter whatever remaining confidence is left in you to pretend.

“wanna cum so badly, but all you’re doing is making a mess of yourself on my dick, babe. don’t get mad at me just because you can't finish the job."

you bite back a frustrated whimper, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

“c’mon, doll.” he says just about a whisper. blue orbs shining with authority, far too eager to be considered sane. "what’s it gonna take? you gonna beg me? cry a little, maybe?"

"fuck you," you spit, your voice trembling as you no longer can keep your composure. the tears he predicted begin to well up in your eyes.

"oh, you are, babe." he thrusts up suddenly, and the unexpected movement rips a gasp from your lips. his hands finally leave their lazy position, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he slams into you once, twice, stealing your breath. "but you're just not doing it right."

your nails dig into his chest, your pride screaming at you to push him away, but your body betrays you, grinding down harder as his hips meet yours again. the bastard chuckles darkly.

"bet you wish you never started this, huh?" he teases, his voice dripping with malice. "can’t even finish, can't keep up. just a fucking mess."

your head tilts back, a moan slipping from your lips as the tension in your core coils tighter, closer to snapping with every thrust. you try to speak, to retort, but the words get caught in your throat as he fucks into you relentlessly, too deep, too fast, and it's all too much, too overwhelming, too fucking good.

the tears fall freely now, hot against your cheeks, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the sob that threatens to spill from your throat. you can’t fight them anymore—not when he’s balls deep inside your aching cunt, not when the coil in your abdomen boils with need.

“go on babe, beg me.” he chuckles maniacally as he thrusts into you so hard, you’d think it teared past your cervix if you weren’t burning with the need to cum. "i know you want to. i’ll even let you soak me if you ask real nice."

you glare down at him, teeth clenched, but the way his thumb brushes over your bottom lip makes you falter. his grin widens as he sees the defiance in your eyes waver, your body trembling with need.

"say it," he whispers, his voice low and taunting. "and maybe i’ll show you some mercy."

you hate him. you hate him — but the way his fingers dig into your waist and the heat in his gaze make it impossible to resist.

and you know, you just know that he can keep you on his dick for another 2 hours, make you sob and stain the whole bed until you beg him for that very mercy he’s offering you now.

"…please," you choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. it’s so pathetic that your eyes shut close at the sound of it.

for a moment he doesn't say a word, but the dark gleam in his eyes speaks volumes, and that sick, twisted satisfaction blooms on his face.

"good girl," he murmurs, the words dripping with mockery, but there's a faint edge of something else there too — something you don’t wanna inspect. "i knew you'd crack."

he doesn't give you a second to breathe. his hands grip your hips, guiding you to take the pace he wants, setting a brutal rhythm that leaves you no choice but to follow. the way he looks at you, like you're nothing more than a toy for him to play with is sick, and definitely isn’t something that should make your aching pussy clench around him.

“gonna pull some shit like that on me again?” he groans lowly. and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was plotting on your death by the dangerous look he’s giving you.

you shake your head, tears blurring your vision. you know that he thrives on the fright he gives you when his grip on you tightens. the way his cock twitches inside as he watches you sob brokenly.

"see? that’s all you had to do," he coos, his grip forcing you to keep pace with his punishing rhythm. "next time, maybe you'll remember who's in charge, yeah?"

he keeps slamming you down onto him, drawing strangled moans and broken cries from your throat. hips snapping up to meet yours with a punishing rhythm that has your vision blurring. his eyes drink in the sight of you losing every bit of control you had, his smirk softening into something wickedly affectionate.

"come on, baby," he urges, his voice rough and commanding. "give it to me. let me feel you."

and just like that, you shatter—your body convulsing around him, trembling and gasping his name like a prayer with juices gushing all over his dick. he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, his own release following shortly after as he buries himself as deep as he can go, his grip on you tightening.

when you collapse against his chest, panting and spent, he tilts your chin up with a burnt finger, forcing your wet and lidded eyes meet his gaze.

"next time, don't try to play games you can't win," he murmurs, his voice low and smug, before leaning up to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, sealing his victory.

[rinhaler]

I saw that the blue lock requests are open again (maybe?)

And...I'm just going to throw this here :

Threesome between Karasu/Otoya and reader. 🙏��

they both drive me WILD thank u very much for this one

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon (they've been clubbing so all a lil drunk!), threesome, pet names (sweetheart, doll, baby etc.), cumming untouched, throat fucking/oral sex (m!receiving), vaginal sex, slight use of a vibrator, choking, dacryphilia, noncon photo taking! — lmk if i missed any!!

words: 1.6k

“I d-don’t do this often…” you whisper, barely able to speak as two pairs of lips decorate your exposed skin in blooming blue love bites. Your skin pimples over from the chill as the air hits the licks and laves left by desperate tongues. Eyes roll pathetically until your eyes are nothing but white, your vision succumbing to the pleasure of being groped and manhandled by not one but two men. You hadn’t expected what was intended to be an innocent night out with your friends to turn into this.

“Yeah? S’that right? You've had two guys bring ya home before, sweetheart?” Karasu smirks as his hands dip to the small of your back; ultimately deciding to wander in an instant to grip the globes of your ass.

His hands have you reeling as you struggle to decide whether his touch is rough or soft. Perhaps, calculated. He strategically grabs and pulls you closer, almost hypnotising you into raising your leg to wrap around his waist so he can carry you to your bedroom.

Your apartment is silent save for breathy whispers, eager panting and footsteps as Eita searches for your bedroom. His walking halts, a grin and soft chuckle escaping his lips as Karasu gently spreads your ass whilst he holds you. Your body flushes with heat instantly as your sticky pussy following suit and spreading open soon becomes the loudest sound in the fucking apartment.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think there was an echo. The sound repeating incessantly with the sole purpose of humiliating you. It’s dizzying, really, you can barely keep your thoughts aligned as it rings through your ears again and again.

“I meant I don’t bring guys home often,” you say, finally responding to his question in a bid to distract them from the obscene lewdity dampening between your thighs. “I’ve never done this.” you assure them.

“Pretty pussy is soaked already,” Eita smirks. “Where’s your room, gorgeous?”

You point before looking away in shame, your chin soon gently captured by Karasu as he somehow manages to hold your frame with one arm and carry you to where you had pointed. He plants his lips on yours, humiliation soon becoming a distant memory as your hips instinctively roll against the hard on you can feel stirring to life in his pants.

Eita doesn’t shy away from rummaging through your bedside cabinet, distracting you away from Tabito as your attention is piqued. You yelp, quickly, as you feel yourself thrown from him and onto the bed. He eyes you hungrily as he begins to undress, purposefully taking down button after button from his dress shirt. Eita looks over his shoulder with a smirk before he faces you fully, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue massages yours, and you whine into his mouth pathetically.

“Do you have anything fun we can use to play with you, doll?” he asks, attaching his lips to yours soon after. “If you don’t bring guys back here often, ‘m sure you’ve got some pretty toys.”

You shake your head softly though your skin burns again as you think about your little makeup bag in the top drawer. You’re distracted, momentarily, as Karasu climbs over you again. His pants still on, but unfastened. The peak of his underwear beneath the material makes you all too aware of the sweat beading down your temple.

“T-There’s a bullet… in the glittery silver purse in the top drawer.” you confess, wrapping you arms around Tabito’s neck as you begin to make out once more. You moan into it, it’s so whiny and eager as he begins to rut his hardening cock into your dripping clothed mound.

“Is that all? No wonder you’re so cock hungry if that’s the best you have…” Eita says calmly but retrieves it anyway. You’re barely listening to him, too lost to the feeling of Tabito’s body against your own. He breaks away to dip his fingers beneath the material of your skirt, patience wearing thin as he yanks the black cotton panties from your aroused core.

“Looka that… you’re fucking drenched, sweetheart.” he smirks. He spreads your legs apart roughly and effortlessly moves your body so that his partner in crime can get a better view of your shimmering flesh.

Eita grins as he retrieves the powder blue bullet from the top drawer. Your skin feels electric as you’re put on display, Karasu keeps your legs pried open and your cunt pulses with each breath you take. He’s a tease, too, kissing your inner thighs and taunting you with the notion of placing his lips where you need them most. It’s torture, hearing them both chuckle and tease you as your hole drools more of your tantalising essence.

You wince, but are almost entirely silent as Eita’s heavy hand wraps around your delicate neck. He squeezes, carefully, pushing a button on the vibe until it whirrs loudly. He lowers it to your sex but too far away to feel any benefit. It’s hovering just shy of your clit while he squeezes your throat almost lovingly.

The way they’re both riling you up, you think the way the vibrations adjusting the air currents may be enough to make you cum. He pushes you down by your throat so that you’re flat against the mattress, and your body instinctively begins to jerk.

“Think she’s gonna cum… we’ve barely touched ya, darlin’. Your pretty cunts twitchin’.” Karasu announces. His lips travel up your body and his teeth bite into the seam of your skimpy crop top, pulling upwards until your breasts spill free. He kisses the soft skin before his teeth gently skim your peaked nipple. And, at that, you moan raucously. Otoya still hasn’t granted you the pleasure of the vibration pressed fully against your cunt, and Karasu decides to fuel to fire. His fingers delicately dance against your inner thigh and the crease.

“Fuck!” you cry, their torment becomes too much. You cum practically untouched, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing as you whine in ecstasy. They both laugh, almost cruelly.

“Desperate little girl… ya really are cock hungry, huh?” Karasu reiterates. “Think we should give it t’her?” you recoil as his heavy palm slaps against your tremoring heat.

“Mmm, move her, want her head hanging over the mattress.” Eita commands. You’re moved with ease, your head lolling over the side of your bed as he looks down at you. Even upside down, you can see a wicked gleam in his eye. He throws his t-shirt over his head and unfastens his jeans. Your eyes almost cross as he reveals his own hardened length.

He's pretty.

Every inch of him is pretty.

He pumps it a few times, pearlescent pre leaking from his slit before he smears it across your lips like gloss. He smirks when you lick them, a sensual bite following soon after as the taste stirs your arousal.

“Dirty girl,” he says. With one hand, he guides his cock into your mouth before wrapping his palm around your throat. He begins to thrust, finally lowering the whizzing vibrator to your pulsating clit. “Ah, fuuuck.” he moans as he feels your throat hum around him.

“Hey,” you flinch as you feel Karasu slap your tits. “Don’t forget who’s gonna cream your pretty cunt, baby.” he says smugly as he guides his thick length to your clenching slot. He throws his head back, the tightness of your warmth hugging him is a sensation close enough to paradise he’d be happy to die right here and now.

“She’s such a little slut, swear she clenched when you said you were gonna fill her up.” Eita smirks, biting his lip as he feels your throat bulge from each roll of his hips. He withdraws his length, cooing as you sputter and drool as he allows your breathing to steady.

You’re almost sobbing, tears spilling from your eyes as Tabito begins to fuck into you furiously, the little toy barely contributing to the overall pleasure you feel.

“Gonna take it, aren’tcha baby? Gonna be my li’l cum whore.” he asks, fingers gripping into your sensitive skin as he continues railing you at a ruthless pace. And you nod, desperately, it’s all you can do as the heady feeling of bliss overwhelms you.

Otoya soon deprives you of your airways again, missing the feeling of your wet throat choking him.

Your body writhes as you feel another orgasm desperate to rip through you. Otoya has abandoned the pathetic little bullet in favour of his own pleasure, it’s all he was ever concerned about anyway.

Karasu moans, almost roaring as his primal instincts take over. He chases his release, and Eita does the same. They can’t help but laugh as you are the first to succumb to it, your little body spasming between them as you get off from being nothing more than their fuck toy.

You feel warm fill you at both ends, Karasu pants heavily as he withdraws his length and watches his seed spill from your cute little hole. Otoya grins as he hears you once again sputter around his length, he pulls away and can’t help but admire your absolutely ruined face as cum dribbles from your lips. Your mascara has smeared so beautifully, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more captivating sight.

“Wasted my cum, baby… at least you look cute.”

Instinctively, he pulls out his phone to take a picture of you. Karasu follows suit, taking a multitude of photos of your leaking hole.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’re jus’ for us.” Karasu assures you.

Eita squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, they’re so swollen and shiny from spit and cum, your little pout has aided to his favourite photo of the night.

“Good job, pretty girl… not through with you though. I want a turn with your slutty little cunt.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[tempting-andromeda]

NSFW HEADCANONS 3

Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Arthur Morgan

Bites your lip while you kiss. He’ll suck on it but he thinks biting it is even more attractive.

Has a biiig thing for eye contact. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time but if you look at him it sends him

He tries not to be too rough but he’s caught himself a few times applying too much force into shifting positions or grabbing the back of your thighs

Occasionally teases you but it’s mostly full of praise. Like “look at you” with a slight chuckle.

John Marston

Has once broken his cot and didn’t stop. It boosted the fuck out of his ego

Does not shut up. It’s physically impossible for him to stay silent and not make a sound.

Sometimes when he’s a little drunk and needy he’ll stand behind you and slowly grind himself into you

If you rub his thighs or his arms he gets turned on. He acts like you’re practically throwing yourself onto him and he’s holding himself back if you just squeeze his bicep.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes to lead you into intimacy. Like helping you change or helping you unwind knowing he’s a lil heated

Likes to be the mastermind of the situation. He asked you to put on that outfit because he knew he’d be taking it off

Likes to take his time to admire you no matter how flustered you get. He runs his cold rings along your stomach and smirks

Coaxes you into things by kissing your ankles or neck while he leads you into positions.

Charles Smith

If you have your period I think he’d be great at it. Like he’d know exactly what to do.

Cannot set a constant pace to save his life. He can start slow and steady but if he finishing like that? Absolutely not

He isn’t used to someone taking care of him but when you do? He’s barely able to stay still. He’s forcing his hips from bucking and he’s biting his bottom lip.

He likes of you hold his hair back while he goes down on you. He fuels something within him.

Javier Escuella

Always presses his face into your neck

Ik we say John is whiny and shit but Javier?! I bet he’d throw his head back and let out a breathy whine

Sometimes he “edges” himself by pulling out or stops moving his hips so he doesn’t finish and can last longer

Stays quiet sometimes but just grunts and mumbles into your ear

Sean MacGuire

Doesn’t even bother to get either of you completely undressed. He complains when it gets in his way but he finds it a bit attractive.

He’d get off humping your leg if you wanted. He’s so bad it’s nearly pathetic (in a hot way)

Horrendous at pillow talk or aftercare. But he tries. He usually comes down by like chuckling softly and being like “yer legs were over my shoulders”

Loses his mind is you tease him. Grab his thigh, accident caress his bulge? He’s about to break into tears if you keep it up.

Lenny Summers

He likes to hold your hand in missionary. He’ll grip onto it and sometimes he’ll accidentally pin your hands above your head because he wants to hold both of your hands

He’s into feedback when he goes down on you. He’s not the most experienced but he knows how to follow directions.

He gets dizzy and flustered from kisses so he likes when you cover him in kisses. He won’t complain if you’re wearing lipstick either

Holds the back of your head for nearly anything. While you’re going down on him, while he’s fucking you, while your kissing?

Kieran Duffy

Likes being behind you to hold you close and grab onto your chest and stomach. He gets so needy with it.

He gets embarrassed if you see his face so he tries to keep it hidden like he hides it in your hair, his arm, etc

Will knead your thighs if he’s between them. He’s grippin onto those bad boys like his life depends on it.

If you’re between his legs he’s bucking up into you and holding your head. He feels bad about it but he can’t help himself.

Micah Bell

He thinks messy sex that kinda makes you feel embarrassed afterwards is the best kind

Likes when your surprised by his actions. Like he’ll slap you and then kiss you and watch your confused and flustered reaction

Ruins clothes and he’s proud about it. He asks you to wear your favorite blouse just to rip all the buttons off

Loves to choke you. He thinks you look pretty with your face all red knowing that you’re letting him do this to you

Eagle Flies

He likes marks. Hickeys on either one of you, scratches, etc. he gets a rise seeing a mark he left the day before or he feels a little cocky when someone mentions the scratches on his back.

He pants and groans at anything when he’s in the mood. He physically can’t hold back. Run your fingers through his hair or gently touch his waist.

His hair down in missionary. That’s it.

He confident enough to beg. Like if you want him to be more desperate he is desperate. He’ll get on his knees and follow you to the bed.

[rockstarslutt]

Lord fucking save me

Anyways, hello!!! I’m back and I’m sorry I have been inactive.

I lost the request, but it was asking for Dave Mustaine nsfw alphabet. Here you go!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It depends on what era this is. In the 80s he would be this wild dude who only cared for his own release. He would kiss you and fetch you a glass of water. In the 90s and later, the aftercare would be top tier. He would take you to shower together, praise you and eventually cuddle and fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dave is definitely a lower half guy. Waist, hips, thighs and of course ass. He’d hold you by your hips while slamming his cock into you with a bruising grip, smack your ass whenever he’s around you and hold your waist in public. But he also loves your tits and loves sucking on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside, painting your walls white, but he’ll also cum on your abdomen, or when you give him head on your pretty pink lips. Even better when you swallow, but nothing compares to cumming in your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d definitely share you once or twice with Ellefson. The image in his head of having a threesome gets him going every time. But he’d do it once or twice because he doesn’t want you to like ellefson more than him, he’s a little boy too after all. And he’d have a threesome only if you want to, of course.

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

Dave’s had an insane sex drive his entire life since he was 15 (it’s real btw). He’s fucked plenty of women before and knows how to read bodies like a book. He knows the best spots and how to hit them while fucking you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dave likes watching your face when he fucks you. He likes how your mouth opens when you moan and when you beg for more. So it’s gonna be missionary. He can easily hold your hips and waist for a better fucking. Plus, he watches your tits bounce. Bonus points.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dave is definitely serious when having sex. He seeks your orgasm, but also his own. He’s concentrating on you and you only, but he’ll chuckle a bit of something happens while you guys are fucking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dave has a wild red mane on his head, flying everywhere when having sex. On his chest he has some little coil-like hairs he’s very proud of. Down there, he doesn’t shave completely, he likes to have a little bit of hair to point out his masculinity, but if you ask him, he’d shave completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dave is more of a rough guy, fucking your brains out while still caring about you deeply. But on special occasions, he’ll be extra gentle with you, fucking you gently and worshipping every inch of your body and praising you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dave jacks off a lot, don’t tell me otherwise. In the shower, in bed, in the car. Everywhere. When he can’t have sex with you because he’s on tour or if you’re on your period, he’ll masturbate a lot. On tour he jerks off with you on the phone or finishes on a picture of your nude self he carries everywhere.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a big size kink and he always points out how small you are not only during sex, but also in your every day life. He likes how his hands cover almost all your abdomen and how he can hold both your wrists up with only one hand.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed and couch are always the best. He likes something comfortable, but he’ll have sex in the shower, restroom, car, tour bus.. etc.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally everything. He’s always horny for you. But he’ll get really horny if he sees you wearing his clothes. Like if you wear one of his shirts he’ll get a boner in no time. Wearing something revealing does the same thing too. He loves your body, doesn’t matter if you’re on the chubby side, or the more skinny side. He loves you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you’re not comfortable with. Blood play, some really extreme bdsm… etc. he wants both of you to enjoy sex and he would absolutely stop if you told him too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving. He loves cumming in your mouth and on your face. But he also loves giving. He loves that pussy and he worships every drop of fluid that comes out of that tiny hole. He’d slurp you up like there’s no tomorrow and sometimes he’d ad a finger or two.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s definitely fucking your rough and fast. He’d go endless rounds of cumming without stopping while making you squirm beneath him. But as I said, if you want it slow and sensual, he wouldn’t think twice and he’s have slow sex with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his wild rockstar life where everything was unpredictable, quickies were a common thing. You guys would have quickies in bathrooms, cars, behind clubs, in studios… everywhere

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s open to anything as long as you’re comfortable with it. Referring to public sex he’s pretty risky. In pools or jacuzzis, or under the table with his band mates he’d finger you and edge you, to get you ready for what was about to come…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Dave lasts about 5 to 6 rounds. But it depends on if he jerked off before fitting in bed (he acc said that in an interview)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dave doesn’t use toys on himself, but he does use them on you. He loves seeing you come for the hundredth time from a buzzing vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’d tease you for hours… he loves listening to you beg for his cock or beg for him to stop edging. He’d edge you till the last second before you cum then listen to your whines.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually he does nothing fore than a grunt or some groans, but when he’s submissive he’d whine and moan and whimper for you to go faster. (Karma huh)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Even tho I said that he doesn’t use toys for himself, once or twice he does use a vibrator on himself, pressing it against his throbbing tip while his other hand jerks the rest of his dick off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a solid thick 7 inches, slightly curving upwards. He’s proud of himself and likes to brag about it sometimes.

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

As I said earlier, he has an insane sex drive since his teenage years.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again, it depends on the era. But he’d wait for you to fall asleep first, and then he’d follow up.

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Thanks for the request‼️‼️‼️

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Saw your post about writing, I love older Leon with a younger more naive reader, could you maybe do something along those lines? 👉👈

YES! I’m so glad somebody requested more older Leon, im in love with writing it. I whipped something up as fast as i could but i ended it on a little teaseeee if you guys REALLY like it i’ll finish it!!:))

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

f!reader x much older Vendetta/ID Leon. Mentions of size difference, slight angst if you squint literally, VERY little smut but it is there. mentions of choking, biting lip. use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, etc.) BIKER LEON HELLO. Leon is obsessed with you, and you’re dumb.

Word count: 1.4k it’s small

Leon always says you were his saving grace. The two of you met during a time in his life where he really needed you. You were bubbly, happy, much younger but he pushed that aside. The only reason you guys met was because you went to go get your brothers bike fixed for him, standing waiting before the mechanic had told you a list of reasons as to why it would cost you almost ten thousand dollars in repairs. You knew enough about cars but nothing about motorcycles, your jaw dropped staring at the man in front of you as you shook your head.

“The tire went out? That was it-“

You cut yourself off, pulling out your check book with a frustrated sigh, before you can even sign on the line a man stepped next to you, squinting at the numbers on the paper then to the mechanic in front of the both of you.

“This what this business is about? Lying to women for no reason?”

The man grabbed the check book scoffing at the astonishing price you were about to pay, the mechanic stuttered over his words before the man once again cut him off.

“Just bring the bike back up front”

You stared at the man in awe. You knew that you were being scammed but you are the one who fucked up the bike so as long as it was fixed you didn’t care. He handed you back your check book and nodded his head towards the workers bringing the bike back up front.

“I’ll fix it for you, no cost too. Well, unless you let me take you to dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. You felt red spread across your face as you nodded, shoving your check book back in your purse as the two of you walked out the front door.

Leon Kennedy was his name, he told you while he propped the bike up, leaning down before swatting his hand signaling you to stand over him and watch him. And he taught you more than you knew, maybe more than you needed to know. You couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at you.

“All done.”

And before he could even speak again you pulled your wallet out, grabbing at the cash you had stored. Leon let out a chuckle as he covered your hand with his, shaking his head.

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Leon was adamant about taking you to dinner, at least twice a week. Since the two of you met he would pick you up every Monday and Friday, and take you these outrageously fancy and expensive restaurants. Leon stopped his bike, stepping off before grabbing your hand to help you keep your balance as you swung your leg over. The two of you began your walk up the stairs as you rambled on about the girls at your work and how one of them was stealing produce, your words interrupted by Leon’s hand gripping the back of your skirt, pulling it down slightly so it would cover you up more because apparently your skirt rode up on the ride here. Did he just do that? A part of you wanted to yell at him, but physically, your throat went dry and your thighs squeezed together. There was no label on you two, you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you did spend to much time together. You bit at your cheek as Leon checked you in for your reservations, turning back to you as the waiter walked the two of you to your table. Your hand reached out for the chair but Leon- as smooth as ever he was- brushed beside you, pulling out your chair. You sighed softly, looking up at the man with a smile as you sat down, your ankles crossing over each other. The air was thick between you two but it had been for about the past week. Leon always ordered for you two, mainly because he knew what he was doing. The two of you sat silent as you stared at the menu before you placed yours down, staring at Leon with your eyebrows slightly frowned. He was scanning the menu, his attention not on you of course. He had to have felt the gaze because his eyes flicked up to meet yours, causing him to place down the menu.

“What’s up sweetheart, you seem bothered.”

Bothered was an understatement. Your eyes rolled as before you stared at your glass of water.

“Is it our age gap? Or what? I mean jesus Leon i’m sitting here wondering why I’m not good enough for you..”

Instead of comforting you, Leon let out a chuckle, taking a sip from the wine in his glass. Leon shrugged as he leaned back against the chair with a smug smile on his face.

“Angel, if i didn’t value you and want you to be mine why would i spend almost a thousand a week just to see that pretty smile?”

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“He’s what?”

Damien, your brother yelled as you and Leon sat at the table with him, Leon’s hand gripping at your thigh under the table at your brothers outburst. You knew he would react this way when finding out about yours and Leon’s very much prominent age gap of 9 (and a half) years.

“Leon takes care of me Dami.. you don’t have to be mad-“

Damien interrupted you, ranting on about how disappointed mom and dad would be with how you decided to play out your life. Leon lifting you from your seat and basically dragging you out the door made the anger building in your stomach stop.

“We are leaving.”

Leons voice was stern as the two of you walked down the steps of your brothers porch, Damien following behind, arms crossed as he watched Leon carefully place the helmet on your head before he swung his leg over his bike, you following him like a stray puppy, laying the side of your covered head on his back as you watched your brother look at you in disgust.

Leon was silent, but the way he sped down the street told you everything you needed to know. When the two of you finally arrived back at the house, even in his anger he still held the door open for you, when you stepped in he slammed it. sighing as he pulled his jacket off.

“Leon, Im so sorry.”

Leon shook his head watching you play with your fingers, a groan leaving his lips as you folded his jacket for him.

“You are just so..”

Leon grumbled as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his much larger hands. You frowned up at him, your hands slowly rubbing up his chest and past his shoulders.

“I love you, it’s not fair.”

Leon nodded down at you, pecking your nose softly before one of his hands left your hip to gently grab at your chin, he took in a deep inhale, he loved the way you smelled. With your strawberry lipgloss and vanilla lotion, he was obsessed with you. The way you would do anything for him, you were his and you knew that too. His lips pressed into yours, his hand that was at your hip sliding to hold your back pulling you closer into him.

Your hands went to pull away from him but he was much stronger, tilting his head into yours causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips as his teeth nipped at your now puffy bottom lip. He pulled back, smirking at the sight of you with your hooded eyes, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. You went to whine something to him but he shushed you immediately, dragging you over to the couch.

“Just don’t talk.”

He mumbled as he sat himself down on his sofa, pulling you between his legs. He admired your outfits more than you knew, the way you always wear cute little skirts for him, or when you guys go out to dinner and you wear that red dress that he fucking adores. Everything hugs your body so perfectly. Your fingertips grazed over his shoulder, your body pushing forward with a gasp as Leon yanked your skirt down your legs, a hum leaving his throat as he gripped at your thighs.

“Leon be careful clothes are expensive!”

You whined with a giggle as Leon dragged you down to the couch, this made you realize just how much stronger and bigger Leon really was, the shyness washing over you as he hovered over you, his hand grabbing at your throat gently, he didn’t want to hurt you (yet).

“I told you not to talk, you act like I don’t buy you all those skimpy little skirts anyways..”

[s1llysmut]

Can I request a Husk NSFW alphabet >_<

A/N: Absolutely! I’ve been waiting for this!

NSFW alphabet for Husk

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Prepare for some great cuddling! He’ll save cleaning up for later unless it’s like a huge mess. He will just hold you or lay on you until you both fall asleep. He purrs by the way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is his wings. He simply likes flying around. On you he loves your waist. He loves wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind. He also loves using your waist for a good grip when he’s railing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming in you but only with a condom on. He’s terrified of having kids cause he’s scared they’d have a bad life in hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% sniffed your panties before when you weren’t around. He’s probably used them to get off too.

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

He’s quite experienced. A little rusty but overall good. He knows what makes you tick.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. He likes to watch your ass jiggle.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but if you start being goofy he’ll join in.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave. It’s all natural baby.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s extremely intimate. He doesn’t just see sex as sex, he sees it as love making. Why wouldn’t he be intimate with such an intimate act?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He uses your panties to get off. He’ll sniff them and rub his dick with them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. He loves to hit it from the back and tug at your hair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. He’s very private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a sucker for you in lingerie. He just melts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do threesomes or anything risky like public sex. He doesn’t want to share you with anyone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a GOD at giving head. He loves having his head nestled between your thighs while you’re moaning and tugging at his ears.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slow but deep and hard. A weird mix of slow and sensual and rough?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hardly ever does them. He wants to take his time with you. He doesn’t see the point in making love if it’s rushed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely not. Sex is a very private act to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go about 3 rounds give or take.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns rope to tie you up but that’s it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He only teases you as a form of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts a lot. Like an old man lmao.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you touch his ears. If you do it in public he will get so red.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s packing a girthy 6.5 inches. And yes it has those marks that actual cats have.

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

Not very high. During mating season however that’s a different story.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I said in the aftercare part, almost instantly.

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Twilight Edition

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twilight is great at aftercare. He absolute showers his lover's body in absolute adoration. He's rubbing out the tense muscles, offering water, whispering nothing but sweet praises into his Darling's ears. He's lacing kisses up and down the column of their neck and leaving his touch nothing but a whisper of heat along their skin. It's enticing enough to go for another round...

Or three.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Just one? He can't. He won't... But I will. It's a toss up between thighs that just lock around his neck, keeping him right where they want him and using him as nothing more than a glorified toy and ass cheeks that are just so flush and plump, molding in between his fingers as he grips onto them, squeezing them as his hips crash against theirs and-

You know, the finer things in life.

On him? His hands. Hands the can lift his lover up by those delectable thighs and pin them against the wall. Hands that can bring his darling to absolute ecstasy. Hands that can do so much harm but are rendered useless for anything but good when it comes to his love.

Hands that can strangle the life out of someone's eyes for the simple act of thinking they could even look at what was his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he loves, loves, loves filling his darling to the absolute brim. Just load after load, watching it leak of their pretty little hole if only to replace what was lost tenfold. Watching their stomach swell just the slightest as he lays a hand on the mound, pushing just enough for another glob of cum to bulb out and onto the sheets below. Which he would be more than happy to stuff back in, using his fingers to shove it where it belongs, lest you waste it of course.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has the biggest praise kink ever. Call him your good boy while you gently brush his hair back. Tell him how good he sits for you while you use him for all of your desires. Use your moans to sing his praises about how precious he is and how adorable he looks underneath of you.

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

He's a simple country boy. So, not experienced. At all. He was saving himself for marriage <3. But he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with his darling. And if he gets to please them along the way, he'll play the glorious student, soaking in your teachings as if they were divine scripture.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

C'mon. You know what the obvious answer is here. And while, yes, doggy is well and good, he also loves cowgirl. Watching his partner bounce on top of him, letting his hands roam from their thighs to their chest back down to ass, groping and squeezing every chance he gets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a bit of both. If he can tell his partner is tense and nervous, he's gently cooing at them, maybe cracking a joke to get them to loosen up, but ultimately he's more serious. He's soaking in the intimacy and the absolute feeling surrounding the action, committing it to memory.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all don't wanna hear it, but...it's a bush. He does not shave it, barely ever trims it. It's a mess. Darker than the hair on his head, but not by a lot. He washes it, yeah, but that's the extent of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Okay, he's so in love with you. He is cradling your jaw, cooing down at you and treating you like porcelain. He makes it a point to kiss you every chance he gets because, to Twilight, a kiss is such an intimate thing to him (Am I referencing the manga and my own theories on it?...maybe). And it's one of the highest forms of affection he can give.

So, yeah, he's pretty intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He very rarely did it before his adventure, he was too busy working. He very rarely did it during his adventure, he had other things to worry about. He very rarely did it after, he was fixing Hyrule and mourning the loss of Midna.

But when he met you? He never does it. Why bother? It would be a waste. Why bother when he can just pump you so full you see stars?

Why jack himself off when he can fuck you silly?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

A-hem. Breeding Kink. All the way. He's obsessed with the idea, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. Bondage. The thought of giving ones control to another so willingly in such a form of trust just makes him so hot and bothered. Marking. He loves marking his partner; bites, hickeys, claw marks, bruises. Loves it. Gagging. This is super self-indulgent, but he loves making his lover gag on his cock when their insistent on sucking him off. Feeling their throat constrict against it while tears pear in their eyes? Drives him nuts. To name a few~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any room thats pretty private. Like I've said, he hates public sex because that's his. That view is his alone and he hates sharing. Hates, hates, hates, hates, HATES. But if there's a door and four walls? He's pinning you to one of them with a hand over your mouth as he takes you then and there.

Although, all of that being said, I can't say he's totally against having sex in the back of the barn. Let him eat you out/suck you off and he's convinced. Seems like a fair trade to me <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fuuuck, anything really. Wearing a particularly tight set of tights? Boner. Bending down to pick up some laundry you dropped? Boner. Sitting at the table and filing taxes (Does Hyrule have taxes? Does now.), and nibbling on your pencil? BONER.

But seeing you on top of Epona, hips rocking as you goad her into a gait, chest following the flow of your hips? He's excusing himself for a moment.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is one thousand percent against actually hurting you. Like that's his biggest no to ever no. He's just so much bigger and stronger than you. Who's to say the beast doesn't get the best of him? Yes, he has immaculate control over it these days, but that doesn't mean its perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves, loves, loves giving. Hearing the noises his lover can make and feeling them come undone from his ministrations alone. One of his favorite things is seeing how many times he can get his partner to cum with his tongue alone. And lemme tell you, he's so good with his mouth. There's something primal about the way he goes down on his partner that's just...ethereal.

He can take or leave receiving, really. He's going to be grateful, of course, but he's going to return the favor tenfold. <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh he's all for the slow and sensual, taking apart his lover in every way he can think of. Watching as they just melt under his touch for a night of gentle touches and whispered devotions. But something about fast and rough that makes the canine part of him just howl in joy. He's all for biting along his darling's spine while pulling their hips to meet his every thrust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends. In public? Hates them. Like I'll explain, he hates things in public. He possessive and protective over what's his. It's the canine in him. But when there's a room, and thirty minutes to spare? He's pulling you into the room, locking the door and taking you apart then and there. Watching you shake and quiver, before walking out like nothing ever happened. :D

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a huge fan of risks. He'll experiment with whatever his love wants, but when it comes to things like public sex, he's not into it. He's a humble boy who wants his private life to remain so. The view of his lover his for his eyes alone. And anyone else who dares to try even a glimpse are swiftly dealt with.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for days. Have you seen him? Have you seen how he can wrangle goats the size the a small hut? How he's been on a farm, working for as long as he can remember?

Twilight has the stamina to go for hours, and he will. Anything to see the love of his life absolutely ruined.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a collar. For sure. Whether it's used on him so you can tie him up and pull him around wherever you wish, or it's used on you to keep you right where he wants you, again depends on his mood. He also owns a lasso, which he definitely uses to hogtie his beloved however he desires. The sight of the rope burn, so pretty and just a tinge of red, makes him absolutely lose his mind.

And maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out that whip he kept around. (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood. Some days he's purposefully going without a shirt, lugging around feed for the goats directly in your line of sight and making sure the sweat drips down the line of his spine just right. Other days, he's far too impatient to even consider it and simply takes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's the loudest. Change my mind. You can't. He's whining, whimpering, moaning at every little touch. You can't even breath on his neck before he's keening into their neck and grappling onto his darling like a lifeline.

I'm sure if you overstimulate him just enough, you can even make him howl...Just a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's got some of the biggest tits in the group. Hands down. Play with them, gently such his nipples, play with his pecs, squish and meld them to whatever your heart desires. Suck hickeys onto them, bite at them, do whatever you wish. He's all for it. He loves when you play with them. He is nothing but a toy for you to use.

Just don't go complaining when he returns the favor.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Twilight is packing. He's a country boy. He's got the girth and the length enough to make his lover see stars. A solid seven inches, eight when hard, with a delicious curve that's just enough to rock against all the right spots. And, it's got a truly perfect vein running right up the underside of his shift and when it's licked just right it leaves him nothing but a whimpering mess.

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

Listen.

It's high. It wasn't before his adventure, but something about having that wolf side to him just absolute makes it sky rocket. It's only thoughts are breed, breed, breed, mate, breed, mate, pups, breed, breed.

Just seeing his lover stretch or make dinner, or tend to the horse, or breath, existing in his very presence is enough to have him rearing, ready to go, pining them to the counter and tearing anything that stands between him and his goal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Twilight falls asleep the moment his darling his safe, content and in his line of sight. He's pulling them into his chest and letting them lay there, their weight a comforting familiarity to him as sundown paints their skin a gorgeous tint of oranges and yellows.

[forgetminot]

Trust Me.

♡ Leon Kennedy x !gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Trust issues, angst, fluff, read from the readers view (low self-esteem, confidence, trust issues etc) , soft Leon ]

Author's Note : I started this off thinking it was going to be full on explosive angst and then ended it with fluff because I'm too soft. On a serious note mental health is very important and therapy can really help! My dms/requests are always open 💙

Summary : You and Leon bump into Ada on a mission, you struggle to get the thought of her and Leon together out of your head.

It was her, it had always been her. No matter how many times Leon tried to tell you otherwise, you knew. She was a part of him that he couldn't let go, no matter how hard he tried to forget.

"You haven't changed one bit, Leon." She was so confident when she spoke, her hips swaying from left to right as she approached you both. You stood behind Leon, hand holding firmly on the grip of your gun that sat in its holster. She sighed, arms tightly crossed against her chest. "I'm going to need that sample, handsome."

"You know I can't give you it, Ada."

Ada. You knew her name, of course you did. You had heard many stories about the mysterious woman that had saved Leon's life back in Racoon City, you just never thought you'd see her face to face and in the flesh. After all, she was dead- right? That's what Leon had told you, that's what he thought.

"If you don't give me the sample." She raises her gun, aiming it straight at Leon. "I will have to take it from you."

You pull your gun out of its holster, stepping beside Leon and copying Ada's actions. She smiles, her red lips curving into a small smirk.

"Who's this, Leon?" She tilts her head slightly as she speaks. He doesn't reply, instead he places his hand against the barrel of your gun and lowers it.

"Just another agent." He states.

Those words repeat over and over in your head, he didn't mean anything by it; it was the truth, you were just another agent. Another agent that he loved and cherished on a daily basis. His love for you couldn't have been a lie, could it? You felt yourself drifting away, the relationship between you both breaking apart bit by bit.

You loved him, you really did; with every small ounce of your body, you loved him. But did he still love you?

"You okay beautiful?" You gaze up from your position on the couch, legs cradled against your chest. "Lost you for a minute there."

"Mhm." You nod, biting down on your lip; it was something you did when you were thinking, when you were anxious and Leon knew that.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?" He sounds sincere, like he really wants to know how you are feeling, but all you can think about is that its all part of the lie

"Nothing... I'm fine."

'Fine', a word you use to describe yourself when you are totally not fine.

"C'mon, tell me." He leans forward from the opposite end of the sofa, taking your hands in his and you finally snap.

"Stop!" You pull your hands from Leons harshly. "Stop pretending you care, stop pretending that everything is okay when it's not!" He's taken a back from your sudden outburst, hurt covering his face.

"What are you talking about?" He questions.

"Just another agent." You repeat his words. His eyebrows furrow from confusion before it finally clicks.

"This is about Ada?" Her name rolls off the base of his tongue so smoothly and you hate it. You hate how she hasn't even tried and she's breaking you both apart. "Baby, I've told you-"

"I know" You whisper. "I can't get her out of my head Leon." He frowns, placing his hand gently on your thigh.

"I didn't mean to sound harsh on the mission, i was trying to protect you- from her." He sighs deeply. "I love you, so much and I didn't want her getting in the way of that. Of us."

You laugh weekly to yourself, standing up from the sofa and shaking your head from side to side; trying to get rid of all the nasty thoughts swarming around in your head. Leon is quick to stand, cupping your face in his hands. "I'm sorry." You stare up into Leon's eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks. "I try- I try not to think about it." You raise your hand, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve. "It's just- the way she looked at you. She still cares about you Leon, i know it." He pulls you close, burying your face into the crook of his neck and places a gentle kiss to your temple.

"Maybe she does." He states. "But that doesn't mean I still care about her, not in the same way I care about you." You nod weakly. "You need to trust me and i know that's hard for you-"

"I do trust you, Leon." You smile gently, inhaling his scent.

"Promise, next time you feel like this you will tell me?" He asks.

"I will, i promise." Leon takes your hand, sitting back down on the sofa and pulling you down with him. "I'm sorry." You say, repeating your previous words.

"Don't be, i understand." He places his hand on the nape of your neck, bringing your head down to his and pressing his lips against yours lovingly. "We both need therapy." He chuckles as he pulls away from you. You nod in agreement.

"I think we do..." You giggle.

[ultr6violnce]

𖤐ִ ࣪♱ jack thurlow

𝘿𝙍𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 ♱ִ ࣪𖤐

note: most of these r js kinda random little drabbles some r nsfw some aren't , a few are just kinda little hc's formed into something more!! hope u enjoy angels ♡.

perv!jack touching you ever chance he gets. you'd be sat watching a movie , a blanket covering the both of you n' he'd start off subtly. his thumb would just be rubbing over ur thighs n' giving it soft squeezes , just waiting til your mind would drift off and stay focused on the movie n' once it had he'd start sliding his hand up further. when you'd notice n' scold him with a slight , 'jack what do you think you're doin..?' a small little pout would form on his face as he'd start cooing in ur ear. 'dont sorry 'bout it baby , just keep focused on the movie.' his fingers eventually sliding between ur shorts n' panties and he'd begin teasing ur wet folds with them before he'd slide his finger inside you , earning soft little gasps n' whimpers from you as his fingers would start moving faster curling up inside you as he'd keep cooing sweet nothings in ur ear.

rough dom/perv!jack who'd place his phone in ur guys room to record you both as he had you on all fours , his hand gripping at ur neck as his cock pounded you deeply , his n' your loud moans as his tip would consistently hits that sweet spot inside you. he'd lean forward , burying his face in ur neck as he makes sure the camera catches every moment of ur filthy little session together. he'd eventually cum inside you , thick ropes of it spilling from his tip and filling ur womb as loud moans errupted from his lips causing his nails to dig into the skin of ur neck as he gives u one last thrust before pulling out , n' he'd take his phone n' record as his cum would ooze from ur hole. eventually saving the video so he could use it for his own personal pleasure later on.

lovestruck!jack who basically hates everyone but you. he's never been the affectionate type n' he's always had this grumpy demeanor about him. that was til he met you. the moment his eyes settled on you , his whole perspective changed. n' suddenly you were the most person in his life. he'd take whatever chance he could to see you , hold you , touch you , kiss you etc. he is absolutely love struck by you. you were the bright sun in his dark storm. he loved you more than anything and would do absolutely anything n' everything for you. that man would move heaven and earth for you if it meant spending his whole life with you. to him everyone else is scum but you..no. you were his girl. you were his beautiful girl n' there would be nothing you could ever say or do that would make him think or feel differently.

softie!jack who would do literally anything to cheer you up. it's kinda obvious he's not the most lovey dovey person , he doesn't do well with affection but the second he notices that you're even a slight bit sad it's like something switches inside him n' he's suddenly the most loving man in the world , he will literally buy you anything. you want some new jewellery? he's already buying it. you want a nice beautiful bouquet of flowers? he's on it. you want a basket of chocolates? he's on his way with them. he would literally do everything to makesure you're smiling , even if he didn't do it much himself he'd always makesure you were. in his mind he'd probably go insane if he ever thought you were losing ur spark just even a little bit.

perv!jack who LUVSSS watching you suck on his fingers whilst ur riding him. your pussy swallowing his cock whole as your hips bounced on his lap as you took him deeper , groans and moans leaving his lips as he could feel himself getting closer. he'd always need something else to finish him off so he'd raise his fingers up to ur mouth and slip them in between your lips , letting you take them in your mouth. his eyes narrowing as he watches you suck and swirl your tongue on them. he'd feel his balls tighten at the sight and loud moans would start spilling like a waterfall from his lips as he'd eventually release his big load inside you. practically cumming buckets inside ur pussy as he kept his fingers in your mouth as his hips bucked up and he'd just rest his head on ur shoulder as he'd keep his softening cock inside you.

atheist!jack x religious!reader - he wanted you to see him as ur god. he didn't want you to worship the god you called 'your god'. he fucking despised it. he was your god. especially when he fucked you or did anything to you. he'd sometimes have you bent over his knee , his fingers plowing into you , his cold , metal rings grazing your walls. n' when he'd fuck you. he'd fuck you good. he'd makesure the only god you knew n' worshipped was him. his hand would slap firm , red handprints on your skin. whilst his cock would just pound you to the point where you could've almost said you felt it in your stomach. n' he'd always makesure to give you the best load. he'd cum fucking buckets for ya before just watching it drip out as he pulled his cock out , mumbling a small 'who's your GOD baby ?' as he'd nuzzle his face into your neck , your soft pants lingering around the room. 'y-you jack..it's only you. you're my GOD ! ' n' just by those words he'd be ready to pound you senseless again.

a/n: hope this is good enough my loves , im gunna try n' get another post out later cuz the ideas are kinda swimming in atm!! idk who im gonna write for so if you wanna send some reqs in then pls feel free to do so , i might not get round to some of them but I'll try my hardest angels!! luv u guys smmm ♡ .

[osachiyo]

Podría solicitar un lector de Nikolai×, pero ¿encontrará al lector masturbándose mientras piensa en él? Sorry if you don't understand, English is not my main language.

°❈° OOPS !°❈°

NIKOLAI GOGOL X FEM!READER

╰┈➤NOTE! hey, anon! Sadly I do not know Spanish but atleast Google translate came to save the day 💪 anyway, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!♡♡♡♡♡ ╰┈➤CONTENT WARNINGS! masturbation, degradation, reader is a pervert but nikolai is worse, mutual masturbation, humiliation, orgasm denial etc ╰┈➤SUMMARY! basically nikolai catches you masturbating

MINORS DNI OR MORI WILL BE UNDER YOUR BED!!!!

You loved Nikolai dearly. Your sex life with him was absolutely.. wild. His sex drive was high and yours was high too so you both went at it like bunnies whenever you were both free. But whenever he was away from home, you couldn't help but feel lonely and sexually frustrated, especially if it was for a long time. Like now, Fyodor had sent Nikolai on whatever mission for two whole weeks. Of course you weren't happy about it but didn't have it in you to complain, as you found the raven haired Russian man quite intimidating. You could tell Nikolai wasn't too happy about the fact either, but still went nonetheless.

You could handle two weeks without some mind-blowing sex, right?

"Absolutely the fuck not," is what you thought to yourself while undressing yourself as quickly as you could on your's and Nikolai's shared bed, throwing the articles of clothing on the floor. You took your handy hot pink dildo and slathered some lube on It, making it slippery. You sighed as you ran your hand from your breast to your hips, missing your man's touch. You started to fantasize about your Kolya, imagining it was his hand pinching and pulling at your hardered nipples. You swirled your finger around your areola, muffling a soft moan. " 's good, Kolya.." You mutter, tweaking at your nipples harder then reaching down to cup your pussy through your little panties, whining at the contact. What you didn't realize though, Nikolai's mission had ended earlier than expected. He had already entered the house and had been staring at you touch yourself for the last 4 minutes now, a tent growing in pants as the grin grows on his handsome face. What a naughty little lamb you were, weren't you? He had forbidden you from touching yourself while he was away, claiming that it was his pussy to play with but someone just couldn't listen, huh? That's alright, he could teach you some manners.

Your eyes shot open when you heard the door slam against the wall as Nikolai walked into the room, a tense atmosphere growing around the both of you. You quickly scramble away, trying to hide the dildo when Nikolai stops you, smirking mischievously. "What were you doing, cutie? Were you perhaps...touching yourself without your owners permission, hm Specifically when I told you not to?" He gripped your wrist tighter, venom coating his words as you shiver from his threatening tone.

Nikolai kicked your legs open with his own and placed his thigh right against your wet heat, “I asked you a question, baby. What were you doing just now?” You flinched at his harsh tone, struggling to find an answer. “K-koyla! I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another 5 days..?” You gasp when he grounds his knee further into your pussy, soaking his pants. He snickered at your response, gripping your wrists even tighter and watching as you squirm in discomfort, pouting at him. “Not happy to see me, darl’?” Nikolai purrs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. You shook your head, gasping when Nikolai bites harshly on your neck, almost drawing blood. After leaving a few bit marks, he leans back to admire his work. He gets off of you and takes a seat across you on the bed. You have up at him, confusedly. Wasn't he gonna fuck you?

"Say..why don't you get back to what you were previously doing? Touch yourself for me, doll~" Nikolai grins wickedly at your pouting face. You begrudgingly get up and sit back against your spot, spreading your legs when he hands you the dildo. You already went against one of his rules, you don't wanna see what happens when you disobey him again, not today atleast.

You slip your hand into your damp panties again, moaning softly at the contact. You could feel Nikolai's burning gaze on you as you circles your little fingers around your clit, your face growing hot in embarrassment. "Pull the panties down, doll. I wanna see that pretty pussy, yeah?" Nikolai says as he palmed his thick bulge through his slacks. God he was so big. You did as you were told, pulling your panties down and kicking them off, your dripping cunt now on full display for the menacing man infront of you. Nikolai licked his lips, tempted to just taste you right here and right now but that would ruin the fun, no? He watched as you tapped the dildo against your little clit before pushing it in your twitching hole slowly, throwing your head back at the pressure. "Keep going, baby. Let me see you fall apart," he muttered in a breathy tone, pulling his pants and boxers down before stroking his cock, watching you play with your pussy. You whined in response, aching for his cock. Nikolai just shushed you and snickered in response. You watched as he stroked himself faster, while you thrusted the dildo inside you faster as well, in sync with his strokes. "Rub your clit for me, sweet thing," Nikolai gasped out, his orgasm approaching. You rubbed your fingers against your clit in fast, circling motions, moaning loudly as you finally reached your peak. Leaning back against the bed frame as Nikolai crawled closer to you, now between your legs as he stroked himself in front of your sensitive cunt, "c-cumming!" Nikolai threw his head back with a loud grunt as his release splattered on your swollen cunt, painting it white with his seed. He stared at the sight fondly, bringing two fingers down to spread his cum even more on your delicate cunt, making it glisten with a creamy sheen. He paused for a moment, then smirked down at you while grabbing the back of your knees and man-handling you into a make-shift mating press.

"Now let's go on to the real fun, shall we?"

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[meloncholy-words]

Your Body Heat Melts Me

Cuddling your loved one should be a nice, fun experience. Having a vigilante partner who comes to you for affection after a battle is not so much, but Gayatri doesn't mind too much. She loves him, after all.

A/N: If I seemed to have missed anything in my warnings, please please PLEASE let me know. There is nothing super duper graphic in here, and there is not explicit violence, but I so sincerely do not wish to catch anyone off guard with this. Actually, I never do. That's kinda mean.

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Warnings: Blood, Depictions of injuries(cuts, bruises, broken bones, etc.), Descriptions of Anxiety, Non-Explicit Violence

Pairing(s): GoldenClass (Pavitr x Gayatri)

AO3

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There was something pleasing about being able to cuddle with your significant other. It was comfortable, and so, so peaceful. You could smell their scent, feel their breathing, their skin and warmth. You could fall asleep or lie awake in their delicate hold, so safe between their arms. Or, you could be the one holding the other, and that held a different sort of comfort.

But things are a little different when your partner is a vigilante. Sometimes, you never know if you’ll be able to hold them again. And when you do, you don’t know how long it will last, or if it would be the last. It was a gamble, a simple roll of the dice, and if the dice rolled wrong, you could end up alone.

That was Gayatri’s fear. She was terrified that her boyfriend, Pavitr, wouldn’t return home to her. Well, not really home to her, they didn’t exactly live together. They were still in highschool, and still both lived in different houses. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that Pavitr had a very dangerous job, and therefore a rather dangerous life. Though he likely wouldn’t return to her home, she worried that he may not return anywhere.

But Pavitr never seemed to care. In fact, he was ecstatic to do what he did. When they were alone, he would babble on and on about his duties: the people he had fought, the ones he had saved, the praise he got. He would rant about his opponents, both villain and civilian, but he never did so with malice. Sure, they hurt him sometimes, but he still loved them.

That was something Gayatri could never understand. The way that, despite all the bruises and the cuts that littered his body, despite all of his own blood that would be shed almost daily, despite all of the pain, he still held these people in some sort of light. Sometimes, they would make him cry. But still, he never spoke genuinely ill of any of them. Gayatri was sometimes worried that the way he viewed them would get him killed one day.

But still, he was Spider-Man. That wasn’t exactly something that he could quit, and they both knew it. But still, sometimes she wondered what their relationship would be like if he wasn’t Spider-Man. Perhaps then, they’d have more time to cuddle. And perhaps then, he wouldn’t come to cuddle her when he was all battered, like he was doing now.

It was rather late at night, and she and her father were watching the news. It was nothing special, just the average story of Mumbattan’s local spider fighting one of his recurring villains. And just like always, he seemed to be winning. There was damage, there was always damage, but with the way he moved, you would never know whether or not he was injured. Even Gayatri couldn’t tell, as she watched him fight his way to victory through the screen.

After several minutes, finally it was over. The villain was webbed up, dangling in the air and therefore rendered helpless. Pavitr did a few flips onto the ground, where he bowed deeply to the crowd that had gathered, as if this were a performance. He gave a few waves, blew a few kisses, and then he was out of view, propelling through the air by his webs.

Gaytri let out a silent sigh of relief, unclenching the hands that gripped her own thighs tightly. Slowly, the knuckles of her hand turned back to their beautiful tan, instead of such a piercing white. Despite that, there was still a deep, tight knot settled into her chest.

“Well, good for him,” she said softly, carefully, to make sure that her voice wouldn’t crack. “I think I’m going to go to bed now, Papa.” Slowly, she stood up, walking over to her father and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Good night.”

Through the ringing in her ears, she couldn’t hear how he wished her a good night back. She could only focus on the heavy, almost mechanical movements of her limbs that led her up the stairs and into her room. Once her door was shut, she leaned against it for a few moments, breathing hard as her mind caught up to her body. Then, she quickly threw herself onto her bed and removed her phone from her pocket. With shaky hands, she opened her messages, finding the contact that she needed at the moment.

You: I saw on the TV, are you ok? (8:00 PM)

You: Please tell me you’re okay when you can. (8:00 PM)

You: Please. (8:00 PM)

You: You know I worry. I just… Please. (8:01 PM)

Gayatri let herself roll onto her back, laying her phone on her chest. Her eyes were pointed at the ceiling, but they were unfocused. They roamed the imperfections of her ceiling, trying to focus on something so that she wasn’t stuck worrying, but it seemed a bit useless. Instead of continuing to try distracting herself, she picked her phone back up again.

You: Sorry. (8:06 PM)

She put her phone back on her chest, throwing her arms down to her side. Her nerves were on fire, waiting patiently for the buzz of her phone to indicate that he had texted back. She was very aware of her breath and her heartbeat, of the individual muscles that twitched as she waited. She didn’t want to keep checking the time, to keep checking her phone. She knew then that it would only be worse the longer that she had to wait if she stared at that screen, but she didn’t know if she could help it.

She forced herself to keep calm and still on her bed regardless.

Then, there was a soft tap that pulled her back into focus. Her eyes narrowed onto one point in the ceiling, the ringing in her ears falling silent and her muscles tensing. She wasn’t sure if she had actually heard what she did, and she needed to be sure that she did before she acted. Gayatri breathed in slowly and steadily as she waited. After a few moments, there was more tapping, this time in succession. And this time, she was aware that it was coming from her window.

She brushed her phone onto her bed, sliding onto the floor and pushing herself towards the window. Quickly, she moved the curtains out of the way. Outside, Pavitr hung rather loosely on the window frame, one hand holding his ribs tightly. Though his mask covered his face, she could tell by the way his large white eyes were squinted that he was in pain.

She snapped the lock of her window in the opposite direction, unlocking it, before sliding it up. Hesitantly, Pavitr ducked down to fit into the opening. Once his feet were on the floor, he just about collapsed. Luckily, Gayatri was able to catch him and hold him up. Unluckily, her father had heard the sound.

“Gayatri?” he called out. It sounded like he was still down the stairs, but that still wasn’t very good. “Are you alright? Do I need to come up there?”

“No, Papa!” she yelled back, dragging Pavitr to her bed. “Sorry, I just tripped over my blanket, I’m fine!”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“I will Papa, thank you!”

Slowly and carefully, she laid her boyfriend down on her bed. He rolled over onto his back, pulling off his mask and taking in deep breaths. His nose was bloody, and a bruise was forming on his cheek. Though his eyes were closed, she was somewhat sure that there were tears in them. His bottom lip seemed a little swollen, but she hadn’t turned on the light, so she wasn’t sure in the dim lighting. His beautiful hair was dirty and a little matted, rubble and potentially blood caught in his soft waves.

Gayatri sat down on the edge of the bed, one leg over the side and the other curled under her thigh. She was relieved that Pavitr was alright, or at least not dead. Slowly and so, so softly, she laid her hand on top of his. His fingers slightly twitched at the feeling, and his eyes hazily met hers as his mind continued to process where exactly he was. After a few seconds, he let out a soft whine, rolling onto his side and extending out his arms.

She smiled down softly at him, scooting herself down the bed and onto her back. Then, she scooted herself between his arms. Loosely, his arms wrapped around her body, and he pulled her in close. His head found paradise in her neck, burying itself deep into her skin. His hair brushed against her skin gently, a soft tickly feeling.

She stayed silent, listening to and feeling him as he held her. His breathing was heavy and labored, and she could swear that she could hear his bones shifting. In fact, she was even sure that she could feel them shifting. His hands were shaky, and though he held her with love, they still trembled about. She could smell sweat and blood, and she worried where exactly it came from.

As her senses focused on her lover, her eyes began to sting, and her lip quivered. She hated when he would get like this, when he would get so hurt. In the end, he would be fine. He was a bubbly guy, and he had a superhuman healing factor, literally, and so she knew he would be fine. But the knowledge that he got hurt, so often and so much, it pained her.

Soon enough, he was asleep, curled up tightly around her, as though he were protecting her. Maybe he thought he had to, maybe he just wanted to be like this tonight. Regardless, she didn’t dare to move, out of fear of waking him. Her hands grasped his forearms softly, and she let herself cry. She was careful to not be too loud, to not shake too much, in order to make sure he stayed sleeping.

Sometimes she wished that he could quit being Spider-Man, that he could choose to have a normal life. But even if he could, she knew he wouldn’t. He could never abandon people that needed him, not when he’d made himself someone that they could rely on. And then, she wasn’t sure if it would be good for him to want to stop being Spider-Man. If he were someone who did that, who abandoned people he desired and promised to protect, she wasn’t sure what kind of person he would be then.

So for now, she would bite back her feelings. She loved who he was, and she loved that he loved himself too. If he had to change anything, he wouldn’t be himself anymore, and then things would be very different. But no, for now, things were how they were. And she liked it that way. So, instead of fussing about it too much, she wiped her tears, and snuggled back into his chest.

The next morning, she would wake up without him. Her blanket would be pulled over her, her room would be a little tidier, her curtains would be shut again, and she would be without him. But she knew that he would be back, eventually.

She only hoped he wasn’t hurt when he came next time.

[inklore]

now i haven’t seen the show so idk nothing about daemon but i do know that he is HOT and i do know that i would love to have his hand around my throat🥰 idk i think he’d like it too xx

pairing: daemon targaryen x princess!reader warnings: choking kink, insinuations of dry humping/thigh riding. etc: i’d let this man put me in my grave and smile while he covered me with dirt and i have no shame about it!!!

The smile that spreads across your lips is a threat to the man above you. A threat of what is still being put to debate in his head; the surprise evident on his features when he wrapped his fist around your neck—a show of repercussion of a teasing game you should not have been playing—pushing your backside to the cold concrete of the corridor.

You smiled.

Men and women fell to their knees before him, sacrificed the ones they loved, bedded, barely knew to save themselves from his wrath—his blade.

And you had smiled at the threat.

Princess' coward, begged for mercy, pleaded, questioned 'why them' and 'please spare me's'.

They did not wear sinful smiles upon feeling a tight grip encase the column of their neck. A sneer spoken just before that, a warning that had done the opposite of its intention. Their mouths did not hang open on a whimper when that grip tightened, having full knowledge that the man in front of them could drain the life from their corpse in a matter of minutes.

They didn't get off to the idea, to that power.

But maybe that is why Daemon liked you so. Maybe that's why his interests had peaked when he first lay eyes on you—even after you had gotten on his nerves with your games.

When your father all but offered you up on a silver platter for wolves to feast at; himself being the biggest and baddest of them all. He had saw something in you. Something unobtainable, traits in a lady that should anyone find out were there would have her hanging from a tree.

His wrist making the perfect noose.

To hang you from that dark tree of temptation. To let the unobtainable be contained by his own doing. His own hands.

"Does it feel good?" Daemon asks. Brings his lips hovering above yours as his fingers dig into your neck, that whimper finally releasing itself from your lungs.

The nod you give him is all it takes to chisel away what's left of the resilience he had been holding on to to behave. To not take a bite of the tempting fruit that you were.

He's in enough trouble.

But when has he ever denied himself something as delicious as this? Especially when it looked as devouring as you did playing innocence for all to see but devilishly guilty when only his eyes were looking.

Something that felt this inviting and heavy on the hardness of his cock the more it grew with the desire to lay you out below him, and peel back every dark layer you may have, every seed that might match his; was not something you kept yourself from.

He was never a man of self control to start with anyway.

Daemon pushes his knee between your legs, his free hand pulling your skirts up enough to have the heat of your cunt pressing at his clothed thigh. "By all means then Princess, take what you need." He smirks down at you, running his thigh along your heat.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Billy Hargrove Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Billy Hargrove.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Asked Out: 

Summary/Request: “Meeting billy for the first time? Maybe the reader is dustins sister or something. They could go on a date etc?”

Favorite Pain:

Summary/Request: “prompt 7 and 14;) with Billy Hargrove, do whatever it is you please!!"

Ass Is Grass:

Summary/Request: “billy hargrove - enemies to lovers with prompt 17?? <3333"

Make Me Stay:

Summary/Request: “Billy and the reader having a fwb relationship but he's not really nice or gentle, more just using her and she finally has enough of it?"

I'm A Gentleman Now:

Summary/Request: “the little thing you wrote about Eddy comforting reader was so cute!!! sooo naturally my mind wandered off to Billy immediately and now I would like to request the same prompt, but with him :))"

Not Afraid:

Summary/Request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO BILLY HARGROVE W THE PROMPT 'I'm not afraid of you.' PREFERABLY NSFW?"

Gentle:

Summary/Request: “can you do 18 and 21 from your prompts list with billy hargrove🤍"

Don't Believe You:

Summary/Request: “So... Can I ask about prompts 2, 8 and 21 with Billy Hargrove please? Like, the reader have a pretty heavy life trying to be perfect for her family, and stuff."

Heroic:

Summary/Request: “billy opening up to the reader abt his childhood, and the reader comforts him?"

Precious Cargo:

Summary/Request: “Following the move of the Byers, with El, to California and everything that happens with Vecna, the reader and Hopper move back into his Cabin in the woods, taking the time to fix it up. She has trouble adjusting, even after the years of being free from the lab, she still struggles to fit into the puzzle that is Hawkins. But with the new friends she's made while attempting to save the world and the object of her attraction, Billy, she begins to understand what it's like to be an actual 18 year old, not a lab rat."

Like This:

Summary/Request: “I'm literally obsessed with how you write soft Billy, so I would like to request a little fluff/angst/soft-in-general fic with Billy and trope 1 (There's only one bed)"

Loving This:

Summary/Request: “FUCK man like imagine eddie or Billy hitting it from behind, hand fisted into your hair or gripping your shoulder to force you back into their thrusts 🤤 or them leaning all the way forward so their chest is pressed against your back and whispering dirty words to you🥵"

Bitten:

Summary/Request: “Billy would leave such dark hickys and bite marks along your neck and thighs so when you wear shorts or skirts they're visible and he'd cover ABSOLUTELY every inch of your chest with hickys 🤤 making sure everyone knows your his"

Backdoor:

Summary/Request: “Okay but a fic of reader and Billy doing anal…..?"

Seething:

Summary/Request: “Billy finding out that the reader gets hit by their parents because the parents are drunk?"

Worth Your While:

Summary/Request: “okay okay, but after Eddy and Steve,, what about Billy cumming too fast ??"

Overstimulation:

Summary/Request: “PLEASE im begging you to do something with billy being submissive and the reader edging/overstimming him and maybe possibly having a slight mommy kink 🙏 this inspired me im on my hands and knees rn"

Devour Me:

Summary/Request: “prompt number 17 wirh billy pls!!"

Purely Wholesome:

Summary/Request: “i love your work !! can you maybe write something with billy? like maybe the reader acted the whole day like a brat, teasing billy and now he gets to punish her and fuck the attitude out of her?😩"

Gentleman Nonetheless:

Summary/Request: “22, prompt list, billy Hargrove, nsfw"

Little Things:

Summary/Request: “ic with Billy where you and him have been in a relationship for a little while and one day you happen to find out that all this time he’s held onto all kinds of little things you have him. Like for example little notes you wrote him in class, or receipts from dates, maybe things you don’t even recognise anymore. You had never expected Billy to do this, yk, cause he’s Billy."

Enemies:

Summary/Request: “OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?"

Gain or Lose:

Summary/Request: “Could you please do a Billy Hargrove fluff of the reader being insecure of their looks as their mother is pestering them to continuously fix themselves up please and thank you?"

Feisty:

Summary/Request: “lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao)"

Twelve Pack:

Summary/Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?"

Bloody and Broken:

Summary/Request: “recently i’ve been a little bit too interested with billy hargrove fics pfft but i wanted to mix two things from the prompt list and wanted to see your take with it:) 22 and 10"

Abandoned:

Summary/Request: “I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀"

Sacrificial Lamb:

Summary/Request: “billy x reader fic where the reader has this negative idea of billy bc she heard rumors that he was just a terrible person, but they end up being forced to spend time together for whatever reason."

Pull Over:

Summary/Request: “Hiii! Can I please request Jealousy/Friends with Benefits with The Prompts 'Make Me”with Billy Hargrove please"

NSFW Alphabet

[hongthoven]

Bad Habits Pt. 2 (smut)

(dom!hwa x sub!fem reader)

❅ pairing : seonghwa (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | smut

❅ warnings : explicit content, strong language

❅ chaptered | one-shot

❅ status : in progress (chapter 2/?)

❅ tags&stuff : dom!hwa, sub!reader, bit of seonjoong/matz thrown in there, bit of hongjoong x reader cause I can't get away from him, Hwa is a control freak, reader is a whimpering sub, rough sex will occur, spanking, choking, spitting, name calling, inevitable babygirling of reader, reader has both a praise kink and degrading kink lol what a freak, bit of voyeurism if you squint

❅ plot :

Please read part one here ♥

❅ author's note :

Not much to say apart from the fact I'm sorry it took so long and I hope this part isn't underwhelming (not that I'm an anxious person begging for everyone to love their writings, you know? haha...ha ha)

Please please p l e a s e - if you like it, interact? reblog, comment etc. Your support fill my heart and soul with little marshmallow clouds made of love ♥

Obviously this does not reflect any Ateez member's actual personality or behavior - everything is 100% fiction.

❅ Words : 4.5k

The elevator suddenly came to a stop as you felt your entire weight crushing down your knees, tingles traveling up and down your body as your stomach flipped at the sudden change of gravity into the small cubicle. 

“Fuck- that’s my good girl” Seonghwa growled as he grabbed a solid hold of your hair to push you forward, forcing himself between your lips as he started thrusting, filling your throat with an obvious urge to make you gag over his cock. His head tilted back, eyes closed, Seonghwa made sure to focus on your touch and the sounds you inevitably made as he forcefully choked you with all the desire he had built through the entire evening. 

You’d seen the way his eyes had darkened as the night went by, how he kept gazing at you, sparing you a couple smirks every now and then as he ghosted his thumb over his bottom lip, head probably filled with the nastiest thoughts about how he’d get to entertain himself as soon as it would be just the two of you. You were actually surprised to see him composed through the whole cab drive home, his hand almost too politely resting upon your thigh while the occasional glimpses of his face definitely called for a filthier program. 

Watching the scenery change as you rolled down the car window slightly, eyes squinting at the bright city lights, you were thankful for the cold air of a late night as it helped you slowly get rid of the dizziness, alcohol still running through your veins. You could feel the sweat pooling at the back of your neck both from having a little too much to drink on a half-empty stomach and Seonghwa’s body radiating next to yours, his presence only making this drive feel like the wildest roller coaster ride of your entire life. 

Still- he didn’t speak a single word until you were left alone together in the elevator taking you up to his place. By the time you hit the tenth floor, Seonghwa finally broke the heavy silence between you two, his stern tone commanding you to kneel for him as his face suddenly changed to a look you knew too well and while the idea of the elevator doors unexpectedly opening to let more people in, exposing you in the most humiliating way simply petrified you, there was no point denying how much you craved his praises right now. 

So here you were, drooling over his throbbing cock, throat burning from the way he kept hitting the back repeatedly, eyes filling with more tears with each thrusts of his hips against your lips, holding on for dear life as you could feel the oxygen escaping your lungs while the only thing saving you from passing out were his hands firmly holding you hair up into a ponytail. By now, the delicacy of your updo was long gone, completely ruined by Seonghwa’s grip into your scalp. 

You were only able to taste a first drip of precum, bitterness hitting your tongue for a brief second as Seonghwa hit the elevator button, making it move again. Heart traveling up to your throat as your entire body seemed to clench out of fear of getting caught, you clumsily lifted yourself up, using Seonghwa’s arms for support as he hastily buried your face into his chest upon hearing the familiar ting, his free hand zipping his pants up, tucking his rock hard member under his belt while looking completely unbothered. 

Flustered, you gave a shy glimpse to the elderly couple joining the ride, your entire face hidden behind Seonghwa’s broad shoulders except for your eyes and while you only wished to disappear, praying for none of them to notice the redness of your cheeks, you couldn’t help but look up to your lover’s face, once again stunned by the sight of him quietly chuckling to himself as he wrapped a protective arm around you, his other hand brushing your hair to make it neat again. 

You knew he was enjoying this- the inevitable rush mixed with the thrill of getting caught as he kept you close like a secret while you swallowed his taste through a nervous gulp. 

[ … ]

There was nothing ‘domestic’ about your relationship with Seonghwa. 

Still, his place somehow gave you a type of comfort you never expected from an expensive penthouse with an open terrace towering over the entire city. Wealthiness had never been a major turn-on or even something you actually looked for in a man, but everything about Seonghwa’s posh attitude truly piqued your interest and -not that you would ever admit it- made you crave him more than anything in the world. 

You watched as he took off his jacket, putting it away in his walk-in dressing, a hundred of perfectly aligned suits as the impeccable reflection for Seonghwa’s control freakness.

Part of your mixed feelings regarding his appartement was the way everything seemed to be there for a specific reason, from the pile of books piled up on the coffee table, sizes and colors matching the immaculate carpet on the wooden floor to the paintings on the wall, you could tell Seonghwa had definitely been part of the entire process of home staging this place, every single trinkets screaming Park Seonghwa in a way you couldn’t even figure out. 

Still, it felt like home. 

It took you a couple minutes to realize you’d been following him around the place like a good puppy, your body like a magnet chasing his voice through the rooms until you eventually ended up in the bathroom with Seonghwa wiping the mess of your red lipstick from your chin with a wet cloth.

“Had fun tonight, then?” His voice was calm, composed, much softer than usual and it caught you by surprise, just like every time he switched his aftercare mode on. Obviously, the fact he would actually clean you up was still his way of keeping control over you mixed with his borderline, cleaning OCD that often clashed with his compulsive need to make a mess out of you. 

“Yeah? It was okay— didn’t have many people to talk to cause I’m not quite the social butterfly you are…” You smiled as  Seonghwa poured you a glass of water, waiting for you to gargle through it and wash away the mix of alcohol and precum. 

“Spit” He commanded, watching as you obeyed without a flinch, definitely used to his little routine and how he only seemed to chit-chat while doing so. His unconscious moves led him to open one of his drawers to grab a comb and a thin hair tie so he could tame your locks into a perfectly neat ponytail. Sometimes it felt like you were nothing but a ragdoll between Seonghwa’s fingers as he always made sure you looked immaculate for him - up to the point you often wondered if he liked you clean just so he would be the only one to ruin the hard work. His absolute urge to control everything simply knew no boundaries. 

Seonghwa was extremely focused on your hairdo when you decided to make a bold, yet dangerous move. 

“Hongjoong was kinda nice, though” You tried your best not to smirk cockily, your backside still burning from the first mere mention of the man earlier that evening - but while you expected Seonghwa to instantly get mad, you were baffled to see him flinch for a brief second, his character collapsing in front of your eyes as his face softened up for the first time- definitely too fast for you to even question it. Maybe he was genuinely upset to have you mentioning another man when he considered you as his possession. 

“Was he, now? Should’ve gotten his number” Seonghwa stated, coldly as he seemed to get back to his original, unwreckable self. 

“Thought I could get it from you actually” 

You knew you had gotten too far as soon as the words escaped your lips, a shy smirk fleeting through your face as you locked eyes with a very frustrated Seonghwa, his fist already grabbing your throat to make sure you would keep your gaze on him, 

“See- this is exactly why I like you better with a mouthful, baby… You just can’t seem to use those lips wisely” His warm breath was still heavy on wine as his lips barely brushed yours for a quick second, making you crave for a longer touch. You knew your neck would definitely bruise from the strong grasp of his fingers over your skin, but the thought of keeping him with you throughout the next day was enough to power through his chokehold. 

Seonghwa remained silent for a while as he led you both to the living room, briefly abandoning you to the comfort of his ridiculously huge couch so he could pour two glasses of red wine and get back to you. The room was bathed with the city lights and a surprisingly starry night, turning every piece of furniture into a different shade of purple and blue. Seonghwa looked deadly as ever in the twilight haze, his moves smooth as a floating angel while the darkness of his eyes seemed to hide a thousand unspeakable secrets. 

Quick to replace you on the couch, Seonghwa forced you to stand up between his legs as he made himself comfortable, taking a sip with his eyes glued all over your body. 

“Take off your clothes” He commanded while his eyes had already started to peel you off your dress. You weren’t sure if you’d heard him mumble “shouldn’t take long” but the way his lips curved into a smirk definitely brought you back to the vivid memory of your bare cunt and the way he had forced you to walk around strangers like a doll in a shop window. 

As you found yourself once again exposed and vulnerable, stepping out of your dress as the smooth fabric grazed your legs until it pooled at your feet, you couldn’t ignore the burning sensation at the pit of your stomach while Seonghwa’s gaze seemed to intensify with every move you made. Unhooking your bra in a single, swift move, you fought the urge to cover your breast with your palms as you now remained completely naked in front of the man of your dreams. It was no surprise to see him stop you as soon as you tried to untie your heels from your ankles, Seonghwa’s obvious kink on full display as you recalled the many occasions you two had fucked while you had nothing but stilettos on. Something about the rush of it all made it seem wilder, every single time. 

“So fucking perfect” He practically growled, eyes filled with hunger as he scooted to the edge of the couch with one of his hands discarding his glass to the coffee table while the other brushed the side of your thigh, fingers dancing upon your skin, goosebumps covering your flesh with each stroke of his skilled palm. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby” 

Again, a command. 

Looking down, you realized Seonghwa’s gaze had been stolen from your own eyes as he instantly dived his chin between your thighs while expertly spreading you open with two of his fingers, smirking to himself as he was faced with your glistening lips and the inevitable effect of his constant teasing. 

While you expected him to make a conceited comment about how he had gotten you “this wet” without actually doing much, a loud gasp escaped your lips as soon as you felt the tip of his tongue tickling your clit at the slowest pace, almost making your knees buckle from the astonishing relief of having him there, at last. 

Keeping you still with one hand firmly resting upon your hip, Seonghwa started to feast on you like a starved man, his mouth skillfully sucking on your cunt as the excessively obscene sound of his tongue collecting your arousal from your slit was already getting you close to the edge.  Traveling his free hand up your chest until his fingers were firmly pressed against your lips, Seonghwa waited for you to suck on his digits, coating them with your own saliva while his mouth knew no mercy. No matter how many times you had allowed this man to fuck you, it was always a surprise to see just how filthy he could get and how unapologetic he was when it came to wreck you from the core. 

Looking down you watched as he meticulously toyed with your entrance, spreading your saliva all over it and getting you prepared for the assault of his slim yet painfully long fingers. By now, Seonghwa was nose deep into your cunt, his chin dripping with your own wetness as he finally pushed two of his fingers inside of you, wasting no time curling and hooking them right against the spot you needed him the most. 

“Fuck— S—Seonghwa—” You couldn’t help but moan, your legs practically shaking from the intensity of his pace and red at the cheeks from the crude sound of your juice spilling into his palm. 

Finally looking up to catch the flusteredness of your face, Seonghwa flashed you the naughtiest smirk as he kept your clit locked between his tongue and the top row of his teeth, the excruciating pain feeling like you were getting stabbed right into your cunt. Biting your bottom lip just so you wouldn’t scream, you couldn’t help but think about how crazy it was to be standing there completely naked, pussy spread open for this man -still tightly wrapped in matching black shirt and pants- as he gorged himself from your dripping hole. 

You couldn’t tell exactly when his other hand had abandoned your hip to travel down his own lap, pulling his zipper down to grab a solid hold of his throbbing member. While your eyes couldn’t stay away from the obscenity of the way his cheeks seemed to hollow with drag of his tongue along your slit, you were quick to notice the redness of his head and the couple drops of precum spilling along his tight fist, rolling past his veiny hands like a volcano about to erupt. 

Without a word, Seonghwa gave your cunt one last, painfully slow lick, the tip of his tongue plunging into your core to collect more of your juice, humming to himself like you were the best thing he had ever tasted. Then he left you craving for his touch, only for a couple seconds as the hand he was initially using to finger you knuckle deep was now pressed into your lower back, glazing your skin with your own arousal as he pushed you forward to sit on his lap, his other fist aligning himself with your slit as you slowly impaled yourself above his throbbing cock, welcoming him like a perfectly fitted sleeve. 

There was something about the way Seonghwa remained fully clothed as you bounced over his lap while completely naked, your heels digging at the back of your thighs as your legs rested on each side of his thighs, perfectly folded. 

“That’s it baby– ride me like a good girl–” Seonghwa groaned, both his hands fondling every single part of your body, from your thighs, to your ass, pinching your nipples on the way until both of his palms eventually rested on your cheeks, framing your face. 

“Tell me who you belong to” His voice was getting raspier, matching the darkness of his look as he scanned your entire body, finding pride in the way your cunt seemed to suck him in perfectly. 

“Y–y-you— I’m y–y–yours” You almost cried out, the pleasure almost getting unbearable at this point- but still, it was nothing compared to the aching pain of his palm hitting your cheek as he flashed you a disapproving look.

“Do better” He ordered, fondling your burning cheek with his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. 

“I’m yours– Se-Seonghwa” You corrected yourself, remembering how he had told you to always use his name whenever there was a sense of belonging in his commands. 

“Good girl” He growled, pushing his hips to meet your pace and inevitably hitting your most sensitive spot as he wrapped his arms behind your lower back, one of his hands holding onto his wrist to keep you tightly locked against his pelvis while he rocketed inside of you, each thrust coming with a louder growl as he turned into a beast. 

Soon enough, the room was filled with the slapping sound of your ass against his lap mixed with both of your voices as your moans increased with every second leading you to climax. 

“Don’t you dare” Seonghwa warned as he could feel you starting to clench around him, your moans turning into a whimpering mess. 

“I c—--c—-I can’t! Seonghwa— please!” You whined, begging for mercy as Seonghwa only gave you the most furious look, his hips suddenly too still for your liking as you tried your best to grind over his lap regardless of his will to interrupt your orgasm. 

“Of course you can, and you fucking will— get up!” Seonghwa snapped, pushing you away from him while you almost sobbed from the sadistic edging, legs barely keeping you up as you clenched over nothing. 

“P-p-p-please, Seonghwa” You almost choked on a sob as you watched him getting up, ripping his belt off the loops of his pants in one swift move with nothing but anger in his eyes.

“Looks like you forgot who’s in charge there, baby—” He scolded, grabbing you by the hair to push you forward, face down into the back of the couch as he pinned both of your arms behind your back, using his belt to secure your wrists together. 

“Spread your legs” His stone cold voice ordered, matching the brutal strike of his palm against your butt cheek as you once again obeyed his command. 

“Can’t even fucking wait to cum, uh? Such a fucking greedy slut you are–” Seonghwa growled, tracing your slit with the head of his cock, coating your crack with your arousal as you felt him spit right between your cheek, making you flinch at the thought. 

Dizzy and overwhelmed with a thousand conflicting feelings, you didn’t know which part of it all was actually worse. The fact you could feel yourself dripping all over your thighs from getting too close to climax without an actual relief- the pain of having your arms pinned down behind your back and your wrists getting sliced by the thick leather of his belt, or the aching pain of his head pushing against your aching cunt without ever taking a proper dip. 

“What happened to that big mouth, baby?” He smirked, keeping one hand tightly wrapped into your hair while the other traveled from your throat to your mouth, spreading your lips open. 

“If you want it, beg for it” Seonghwa added, the hair tie he had meticulously wrapped around your locks earlier slipping off as he pulled at your ponytail with one strong grip, forcing your head to rest against his shoulder, his mouth nibbling at your earlobe. 

“I said beg-for-it” He insisted as you could definitely feel his cock twitching between your cheeks from the thrill of having you under his spell all over again. 

“Please. Please. Seonghwa. Please. I can’t take it” You hated how pathetic you sounded right now, voice trembling, throat clogged with a fair mix of shame and horniness while you couldn’t help but grind all over him, pushing your ass into his pelvis as your entire body craved for his touch. 

“Such a good slut for me— my perfect little fuck doll…” You could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, your skin covered with goosebumps as he chuckled softly into your ear. 

Seonghwa pushed himself into your aching core with no warning- as expected, but still, the aching pain as he bottomed you out stole a shriek out of your lips, your entire body shaking under the heaviness of his thrusts as he pushed you forward like a rag doll, slamming his hips into you at a crazy pace, each thrust going a little deeper than before. Unable to keep your balance with your arms tightly wrapped behind your back, you felt your knees buckling, forcing you to facepalm into the couch as Seonghwa kept a strong grip of your hips with both hands, using your own hips as his personal little fuck toy like you were simply made of gum. 

“Now. Come” You were thankful for his unexpected approval as you knew your body wasn’t able to hold it much longer. Dizzier than ever, a thousand stars flashing in front of you, you could feel yourself clenching compulsively around Seonghwa’s cock, the fullness of his shaft not even enough to avoid some spilling. 

Panting, gasping for air, body covered with sweat, you couldn’t move a finger as the most incredible waves of overwhelming pleasure weighed down on you, making you feel like an entire building had fallen on top of you, keeping you crushed to the couch. Seconds later, you heard Seonghwa’s deep voice break into a couple whimpers as he spilled his load inside of you, filling you up with the warmest filth. 

While he remained still inside of you for a while, the neverending spasms of his dick inside of you making you clench all over again, Seonghwa was quick as usual to disappear, only coming back with a warm, wet cloth for you to clean yourself up and a bathrobe to keep you warm while he escaped to the bathroom to take a shower. 

You were familiar with the surprising lack of intimacy following sex with that man and how he seemed to only shower by himself, probably to keep his clean-freak routine intact, but still, you often found yourself wishing he would stay for a bit longer and keep you in his arms for a while. The more time you spent with him, the more you seemed to crave another kind of intimacy- although you’d rather die than admit it. 

Slowly massaging your wrists where you could still see the obvious red marks of the leather eating your flesh, you made yourself comfortable on the couch again, grabbing your phone to keep yourself busy while Seonghwa was away. Your entire body seemed to ache and you definitely needed a long, hot shower yourself, but whenever you found yourself in Seonghwa’s place, you just knew you had to go by his rules. 

As you could hear the faint sound of water from the bathroom, your mind trying to picture the gobsmacking sight of Seonghwa’s perfect figure behind the foggy glass of his ridiculously big shower stall, you unexpectedly started to think about Hongjoong, wondering if he, too, had often found himself on this couch, still pretty much filled with Seonghwa’s cum, longing for his touch all over again. Somehow, the thought of them together unconsciously made you rub your thighs together as you pictured Seonghwa ramming himself into Hongjoong’s much smaller figure while keeping his arms locked behind his back just like he had done to you a couple minutes earlier. 

Now, not only were you curious, but had gotten yourself craving for details of their past relationship- wondering how everything had started and why it had ended. From the way Seonghwa seemed to react at the mere mention of Hongjoong’s name, you could tell things must have gotten a bit heavy towards the end- still, Hongjoong seemed perfectly fine sharing their story. 

If only you had asked for his number. 

If only you had any way to reach him. 

Giving a quick glimpse towards the bathroom, you scrolled through your phone, opening Instagram as you tried your best to recall any detail he had shared about his arts and some gallery he often worked with, making the most of years and years of stalking your past crushes with barely any information to your knowledge. 

It only took you about five minutes to find him, his familiar aura simply radiating from his feed as a couple pictures of him mostly standing from the back into different cities all across the world seemed to melt perfectly with his art. 

You couldn’t hear the water running anymore- you had to be quick unless you wanted Seonghwa to catch you stalking one of his past sub partners with no reason whatsoever.

The bathroom door opened as soon as you pressed the send button, your heart beating at the craziest pace into your chest as you shoved your phone under a pillow to welcome Seonghwa with a grin, the sight of him bare chest with a towel wrapped around his hips making you melt instantly into the couch. His wet hair was pushed back, water still dripping all over his chest as your eyes instinctively followed a single drop until it eventually died into his navel, wishing you would lick it off. 

“There’s fresh clothes in the bathroom for you” Seonghwa stated, running a hand through his drenched hair as he looked already busy picking up the empty glasses from the table until you stopped him with one hand around his arm. 

“Seonghwa?”

Only a soft hum came out of his throat as he looked down on you, surprised to see him reach out for him first- breaking your typical dynamic. 

“Can I… please… Can I get a kiss?” Again, you couldn’t believe you were the one begging, acting vulnerable simply made you sick but somehow, when it came to this man, you seemed to forget all of your principles, turning into the simplest puddle of fucked-up feelings as the crave for his attention seemed to become too much. 

“A kiss, uh?”

You nodded, pretty much like a little kid begging for a new toy and, to your own surprise, you watched as Seonghwa dropped his empty glasses once again to lean forward, pressing his lips against yours. At first, you were taken aback by the softness of his touch as his hand reached for your neck without ever tightening his grip around your throat like he would usually do. 

“Fuck, baby” You heard him growl as his tongue finally made its way between your lips, toying with yours in the most sensual way while his hands tugged at the knot in front of your robe, unveiling your naked body all over again. 

Within seconds, Seonghwa was back inside of you, hammering his hips against yours at a slow yet powerful pace while all ten of his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands into the pillow behind your head, his mouth never leaving yours. 

Head filled with fog and the intensity of this unexpected crack in the perfect mirror that seemed to be Park Seonghwa, you were too busy to moan his name over again to hear your phone beeping through a new notification, Hongjoong’s username flashing upon the screen as soon as Seonghwa sent it flying  to the floor through a powerful thrust.

“Hi stalker! :)

Sure, let’s meet up and chat! Coffee tomorrow? 

Hj x “