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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 1 year ago

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listening to music in his car

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, pure smutty smut, consensual somno, light degradation, butt stuff, mdni)

👑 (king): whats going on? is something wrong? you’re much less chatty today me: I just had a really shitty day at work do you have some time? 👑 (king): yes me: can you pick me up and we just drive around and listen to music in your car? 👑 (king): be there in 10

He’s right, I am being much less chatty today. The truth is he has been on my mind all day, but work has been kicking my butt.

We didn’t see each other ever since he brought me to work yesterday in the morning. He insisted on it after almost making me late – for reasons. We hurried along, and I made us some coffee quickly, then we were out the door, into the car, and driving to my workplace.

The goodbye was a little awkward because I needed to get into work, but I couldn’t really tear myself away from him. His hand grabbed my chin and he kissed me one last time.

“Come on now, before I’m making you late again.”, he said, those words finally getting me to go, even though his hooded lids and the way he was looking at me made me want to climb onto his lap and fuck him again.

To say I had a hard time concentrating at work would be an understatement because I kept thinking about that morning. How he woke me up.

Soft licks on my pussy slowly but surely coaxing me awake, and the first thing I saw, was his head between my legs, his tongue dipping into me, the rosy tip disappearing inside me, which almost made me come on the spot. His hair was falling to the side, covering my thigh, brushing over the skin when he moved his head.

A soft moan escaped my lips which had him look up at me, his brows raising slightly, as I squirmed against his lips. “Good morning.”, he whispered softly against my pussy before he licked it again.

Heaven. I slowly stretch myself, grinding myself on his face, his nose nudging against my clit. Answering with a little tired “good morning”, a breathy sound, that made him chuckle, little puffs of air hitting the sensitive wet folds.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me for him, as he started to lick and suck more eagerly now that I’m awake. The zaps of pleasure, that shook me when he nipped at the sensitive skin, pushed my sleepiness away until I was a writhing wet mess coming undone on his tongue.

He didn’t stop at the one, this time using his fingers as well. Slowly and sweetly coaxing the second release out of me while he was sucking my clit. Licking up my arousal, even cleaning up his fingers that had been deep inside me.

I caught myself looking into the void, my mind coming back to his head between my legs more than once. My god, I needed to get a grip.

Such an event came in the form of our boss firing half the department. I didn’t get laid off, but I have been picking up the scraps ever since. Trying to figure out how the others managed their clients. How to distribute the tasks between the remaining workers.

Yesterday evening I met with a friend, one I have known for a very long time and who already has a husband and kids and the whole shebang, that’s why I didn’t wanna give her a raincheck. To be honest, I needed somebody to talk to about this whole mess. And also brag about my new acquaintance.

I fell into bed after coming home from having drinks with her. I maaaybe had one too many which almost made me late again (which is not a good look after half your department had been fired). Working on double speed to get everything done that piled up just overnight. And I sent König a few messages. But not nearly talking as much as before the concert.

Now that I see his message again “is something wrong?”, a pang of guilt hits me. I could’ve explained it to him better. I could’ve just texted him more. I could’ve just said that I’ll tell him later. That I just was busy and it had nothing to do with him. Shit.

I leave my apartment and wait for him on the curb, waving at him, when he drives closer and parks right in front of me.

“König Private Chauffeur inc. – at your service.”, he jokes as I get in the car, which makes me laugh.

“Thanks for picking me up.”, I tell him, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Can I kiss him? Is he… mad at me? He wouldn’t have made a joke like that or even picked me up, if he is, right?

I decide to first talk and then maybe steal a kiss later if he still feels up to it. I clasp my hands together and place them in my lap. The music from the speakers is a bit more quiet than last time, but I still recognise Dark Tranquility’s ‘Lethe’. He pulls out the driveway and starts driving at a pace above the speed limit that won’t get him in trouble if we get pulled over.

“I need to apologise.”, I start. He just looks at me for a moment, the expression on his face unreadable, before looking to the front again. And I’m aware of his serious intensity, while there is something still bubbling underneath. The same thing that just made him make the joke about being my chauffeur.

“Something happened at work and I was superbusy and yesterday in the evening I met with a friend, I told you about that, didn’t I?”, I yapp, not waiting for an answer. “And when I saw your messages, that was when I realized that I had barely texted you and didn’t even explain myself, and how that must’ve look after…” I trail off.

“I started to get worried.”, he admits. “But I didn’t want to press you because it’s not my place.” He clears his throat. “And for a little bit, I thought you maybe regretted it. What we did.”, he says with a wry smile on his face. And my stomach drops – just a little bit.

“What, no?! I just had the shittiest two days ever at work, so I didn’t have that much time to text you.”, I exclaim, reaching my hand out to touch his arm, and his gaze drops down to it for just a little bit, panning back up to me. “I swear, it had nothing to do with you. I’m sorry.” I smile at him and he nods, some of the worry dissipating. “And I don’t regret sleeping with you. Not in the slightest.”, I tell him, looking directly at him, so he knows I’m serious. I can feel the tension drop out of him, at least some of it, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna… I thought that maybe the age difference…”, he starts to explain, but breaks off twice. “It seems, I was overthinking it.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry.” To be fair, I would have never thought that it would give him some kind of insecurity – this kind of insecurity. But his messages and his words make it clear that he cared more about the whole ordeal than I thought. I pull my hand back, hesitatingly, not really knowing what else to say. His doubts were only in his head, not in mine.

"I’m gonna be honest with you, I didn't have any dates or sleepovers of that kind in like… probably four or five years?”, he says, the sentence more sounding like a question. “So, I’m a bit rusty.”

To say I’m flabbergasted by his admission would be an understatement. “Really?”, I ask. How? would be the next question. But I bite my tongue.

He shrugs his shoulders, seeming more nonchalant than he perhaps really is. “Yeah. I was too busy with work.”, he just says, but I can still see little nervous ticks happening all over his body. His thumb drumming on the steering wheel, his left leg bouncing up and down a bit. His other hand fidgeting with the gear shift, dropping down, grazing my thigh ever so slightly. Just the slight touch against my jeans makes me hyperaware of how close he is. The interior of the car is spacious enough, but due to his sheer size that doesn’t really matter. I lean more to the side, towards the center console, even closer to him.

“So, what happened at work?”, he asks then, seemingly not wanting to talk about his dating life anymore. I tell him about the whole mess with the department, and how I’m surprised that even though my boss doesn’t like me very much, I didn’t get cut, and that I now have all of Rhonda’s clients and they’re not happy about that either.

“So yeah, I’ve been extra busy and I can’t really slack because they’ll probably fire me too then.”, I conclude my extensive retelling of my last two work days.

“I see.”, he says.

Silence falls over us, ‘Spiritual Healing’ from Death sounding from the speakers.

“And… it really wasn’t anything I did?”, he asks then, his eyes darting to me.

I tilt my head at him, like ‘you’re seriously asking me this?’. “No, I swear. Everything is good. It was…” I look to the front as red-hot blush floods my cheeks. My god, this man made me cum twice on his tongue right after waking up without wanting any favours – sexual or otherwise – in return. And he feared that he did something wrong.

I clear my throat, trying to calm myself down, thinking about that whole ordeal, but it wasn’t working at all. Especially because he catches on how flustered I am. “It was good. Had a hard time thinking about anything else, when I really needed to focus on work.”, I confess. And not just the thing in the morning, right. The concert we went to together, the conversation in the car afterward, when we hooked up and he stayed over… A very dreamy first date – if you can call it that – in my book.

“I see. That’s…” His lips quirk as he’s trying to stay serious, but I can see him breaking, turning his mouth up into a smirk. “That’s good to know.”

“Don’t grin like that.”, I tell him, a little pouty, which only makes him laugh, while he takes a turn, so we’re heading down the road that leads outside the city.

His hand mindlessly wanders to his lips, his thumb softly stroking over his lower lips, like he’s also thinking about what we did, the reminder of how we kissed making my mouth drop open ever so slightly.

He sees the way I’m looking at him, and the pointer finger hooks in a ‘come hither’ motion. It doesn't take more than that. I lean towards him, bending up to reach him, my hand gripping his forearm, and I press my lips to his, feeling their softness. Just a short kiss because he’s still driving, but it is enough to make me sigh when he breaks away.

“So, tell me again, how good was it for you?”, he asks, a devilish grin forming on his face while his eyes dart between my face and the street in front of him.

I shoot him a look, but he only chuckles, a cocky sound. Oh, two can play this game. I’ll just remind him how desperate and turned on he was as well.

I lean closer to him once more, this time letting my hand trail down his stomach, placing kisses along his jawline, and I can almost hear him falter instantly, especially when my fingertips reach the waistband of his jeans. I lick his neck and a slight shiver shakes him, before I suck on it, leaving a small little hickey, like the one he left on my collarbone.

“Please.”, I say again, palming him over the zipper. His breath goes harder, the leather of the steering wheel squeaks with how hard he’s gripping it, while I softly graze over the hard tip that’s already poking out his jeans, his erection straining against the fabric.

“I need you to fuck me.”, I almost moan into his ear, a little bratty smile stalking onto my face. “Need you deep inside me.”

I can hear his restraint snap. He grunts, pulling the car to the side, parking it on the side of the road. “Get on the backseat.”, he orders, looking at me all stern, pure lust glinting in his eyes, and I scramble to get the seatbelt off and climb back through the seats.

That tone in his voice and that look on his face could make me do anything, my god. I suppress my need to answer with a “Yes, Sir” and watch him, while he gets out the driver’s side and opens the door to the backseat.

“Lie down, ass up.”, he tells me, gravelly and hoarse. I do as he told me and he pulls at my pants, pulling them far enough down to expose my ass and pussy. He climbs in behind me, onto the seat, his jeans grazing over the exposed skin of my thighs, and I have to hold myself back not to press back into his groin. He closes the door behind him and dwarfs the backseat with his sheer size, trying to fit under the car’s roof.

His hand comes down on my left cheek, the slap resounding in the space around us, drowning out the music for a split second. He spanks me again, a few times actually, which has me squirm, needy, wet and desperate for his touch. His fingers lightly graze over the reddened skin before he slaps my cheeks again, while his other hand finds my wetness, fingertips rubbing over my clit.

“If I had known that you are such a needy little thing…”, he says, pushing his fingers into me roughly. I whimper, his words only making me wetter, as I grind against his hand.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”, he asks, a rather rhetorical question.

“Yes, please, fuck.”, I groan, my nails digging into the firm black leather of the backseat, desperate to hold on to something, while the pushes of his digits alone almost make me slide forwards. Trying to fuck myself back onto him, my hips buck of their own volition.

“Please, I need more.”, I beg, and he grumbles, pulling his finger out of me and trying to grab his wallet to get a condom.

“That’s not more.”, I comment, meekly, teasing him, the little smirk on my face hidden, but he knows anyway. One of his hands slaps my ass again, harder this time, and I whine and giggle, wriggling underneath him.

He opens the foil packet with his teeth while his other hand fumbles with his belt. Hurried, rushed movements. I hear the snap of the rubber and then he pushes into me. The sudden stretch makes me scream, my back arching.

“Is that what you wanted, Kleine?”, he almost growls, as he starts to fuck me hard, the whole car shaking from his onslaught. “For me to take you right here on the backseat, hm?”

The “yes, yes, yes” from my mouth is more moans than actual words.

“Fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”, he grunts, the inflection in his voice getting more and more unhinged while he pounds into me. “Like a good little slut.” The light degradation washes over me, stoking my arousal. My fingers clasp over my mouth, moaning into my hand, while I struggle to hold on with the other one-

“Oh no no no, I need to hear you.”, he grunts, pulling them away from my lips, letting his hand rest on my shoulder then, using his hold on me as leverage to pound me even harder. The sounds that drop from my throat are almost obscene, drowning out the music.

With him fucking me from behind like that – he is so deep inside me, I feel his tip nudging against my cervix every single time, the intense feeling making me shake. The soft pillow of my asscheeks is softening every blow, but the slap against my skin reminds me that he spanked my butt before.

He spits, the dollop of saliva running down my crack. I can feel his thumb dragging the spit over my puckered hole, until he pushes into it, and the sensation makes my arms weak. The side of my face is getting pushed into the leather seat, my ass high up, his dick driving into my pussy, while he slowly pushes his thumb into my other hole, using the very same hand to pull my hips against his lap.

“Oh fuck.”, drops from my lips as he starts to also fuck me with his thumb, not at the same pace, slower, but the added pressure is driving me crazy. I won’t make it long like this.

I can feel how my thighs start to shake, the one leg almost dropping from the backseat, my pussy is squeezing him, the sensations of his finger in my ass- it’s all too much.

My toes are curling inside my boots that press against the nice leather of the seat, dirtying it up. His lap collides with my behind again, his length bottoming me out, while the digit inside of me presses down, just slightly, and I can feel the tension snap like a rubberband, the zap of pleasure getting flung through my body.

With a loud incoherent curse, I cum around him, pulsing on his dick and thumb, the convulsions shaking me hard. He’s still fucking me through the orgasm, the continued stimulation taking my breath away until I feel tears prick in the corners of my eyes, and I slump down into the cushioned seat, when he pushes into me one last time and cums too, his fingers digging into my ass, almost bruising the plump skin.

The next few moments are filled with our panting breaths and some song playing that I can’t recognize while my brain is still hazy with pleasure.

“Are you okay?” The first question he asks.

“Yes, I’m fucking perfect.”, I mumble I’m not even exaggerating. This was everything I needed.

I straighten myself up and he pulls back, almost hitting his head on the roof of the interior, and I have to clasp my fingers over my lips to hold back the giggle. He shoots me a look nonetheless and quickly gets rid of the condom, pulling it from his softening dick and putting both away, while I more or less put my clothes in place again, which is more difficult with arms made of putty.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I got carried away.”, he breathes, his chest rising with every breath, his hands reaching for me, pulling me onto his lap. His eyes are searching mine again, the same as last time.

My hand shoots up, cupping his cheek. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize, that was great.”, I tell him. The look on his face is painted in surprise.

“Mein Gott, I don’t know what I did to...”, he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, the rest of the sentence getting swallowed up.

We stay like that a little longer, my fingers scratching over his scalp, caressing him softly, as he snuggles into me, his arm thrown around me like a weighted blankie. Music is still coming from the speakers in the car, ‘Love You to Death’ is currently playing which makes me chuckle to myself. I could have stayed here for hours, in his car, the scent of leather and himself engulfing me. The soft vibrations of the bass shaking the seats. Sitting on his lap, cuddled into his arms. The warmth of his body almost lulling me to sleep. The way he presses kisses to my cheeks and temples every so often. Little small touches, soft and tender.

“I’ll bring you home, okay?”, he says after a while and I nod. I pull my panties and pants up properly and climb into the front seat again.

I turn the music up louder, and ‘Sulfur’ from Slipknot is shaking the speakers while he gets in the driver’s seat again. I hum along to the song, sitting in my seat, looking up at him like nothing had happened. The way he’s looking at me, serious on the outside, but I can see the bubble of mischief in his eyes, and it makes a grin form on my lips, while I sing “like breathing in sulfur.” That pulls a laugh from his chest, and that hearty full-of-life sound makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“What?”, I ask him, grinning up at König.

He shakes his head, his grin at least as wide as mine. “Nothing. Everything’s fine.” He starts the car and mutters something, that I can’t quite hear with the music so loud. “It’s great, even.”

next part: sending him a naughty pic

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apeachty · 2 months ago

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₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀birthday bunny

��⠀⠀soobin x fem!reader

genre ; smut

warnings | tags ; (consensual) somno; no barrier contraceptives but plan b and pills mentioned; no power dynamics (?), but kinda needy reader and mentioned big dick soobin (tho i'm not sure if the second one is a warning or an encouregment to read).

just as the banner (i made it myself <(￣︶￣)>) says, MDNI.

wordcount ; 0.6k

✉ notes ; i REALLY didn't want to post it, but @biteyoubiteme hyped me up, so... here it is. it's not that bad i suppose, but... yeah. it also was written in present tense because i'm an idiot and i was rewriting verbs to make it past tense, so it might be a bit messy. and once again it wasn't supposed to be that long but i don't know what self control is.

it's still not a writing blog i just write sometimes and i still have no idea how to write headers and warnings, so it's a mess.

⠀⠀⠀[ masterlist is here ]

it was the early morning of a december day. soobin's birthday.

you slowly stirred awake, half-lying on top of soobin, who's sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. your body felt hot and achy, desperate for release as your mind just couldn't let go the thought of spending the whole day with your boyfriend, with no one and nothing to distract you two.

as you were glancing at soobin's handsome face, an idea formed in your lust-addled mind. you discussed it some time ago, soobin approaching the topic carefully, asking what you think of somnophilia, needless to say you agreed to try it, to which he noted it works both ways.

you carefully climbed over, positioning yourself over soobin's sprawled form. you could feel his cock already stirring to life beneath you, his body responding even in sleep. he didn't bother to put anything on yesterday evening after "birthday preparations activities" as he called it, and you assumed he somehow knew you'd start "actual birthday activities" early on.

slowly, ever so slowly, you sank down onto soobin's thick shaft, biting your lip to stifle a whimper as you stretched around him. he's so big, filling you up completely. your slick walls fluttered and clenched, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

soobin let out a low groan, his hands instinctively gripping your hips to still your movements. "fuck..." he mumbled, still mostly asleep. "sweetheart...?"

you didn't answer, too focused on the delicious drag of his cock inside you as you start to roll your hips. each movement sended sparks of pleasure racing up your spine. soobin's fingers dug into your skin as he started to wake, guiding you in shallow thrusts.

"fuck— easy baby..." soobin rasped, his voice rough with sleep and growing arousal. "let me— get you ready first..."

but you were too far gone, too desperate for more. you picked up the pace, riding soobin harder as needy whimpers spilled from your lips. he was so deep, hitting all the right spots. your slick was dripping down his length, easing the way.

"ah fuck— love!" soobin gasped, his fingers flexing on your hips. his cock twitched inside you. "you're so fucking wet... take it slow..."

you couldn't. you didn't want to. you were lost in the haze of wanting him so bad, chasing your rapidly approaching climax. soobin's hands moved to grip your ass, helping you bounce on his cock with abandon. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"shit... i'm gonna— gonna..." soobin gritted out, his hips bucking up to meet your frantic movements. but just a second later he slowed down, making you whimper. you tried to move, being so close, but he was holding you down, breathing heavily. "plan b?"

you almost sobbed at the stupid question that was the reason behind him stopping, "on p-pills, soob— you know it."

he nodded sharply, resuming his movements, too uneven and fast for you to keep up, "then gonna— cum... cum inside you—"

at his words, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. you threw your head back with a keening cry, your walls clamping down on soobin's throbbing length. he growled, slamming you down to the hilt as he filled you with his release, his seed painting your insides.

you collapsed against soobin's chest, panting harshly as aftershocks wracked your trembling frame. soobin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he peppered your face with kisses.

"happy birthday to me i guess," he murmured with a satisfied grin, giving your ass a playful squeeze. "what a nice way to start it..."

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screams-at-dark · 5 months ago

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CW: cnc, somno

Waiting until she's barely asleep to make my move, quietly sneaking into my older sister's room. Watching her sleep peacefully, looking so beautiful so vulnerable. I mean she told me this was one of her biggest fantasies, and gets flustered every time I bring it up....

Closing the distance from her doorway to the bed, I reach out and touch her side. She's warm and soft, and just being able to touch her stirs something in me. I climb up on top of her gingerly, careful not to cause too much of a disruption. Using both hands, I start fondling her breasts, they're always so sensitive and elicit the most beautiful moans from her. Tonight though, she shifts and squirms, gasping a little as if she's having an intense sex dream. I hope she is. I continue playing with her, getting more worked up myself before something quite wonderful happens:

She moans my name. In her sleep

"screeaaamssss"

Fuck that's all I needed to quietly spring into action, gently rolling her over onto her side with me spooning her. I'm already leaking like a faucet as I grab some lube to start working into her. I cover my fingers with enough to really get her ready and insert one, two fingers inside her needy hole, shoving them ever so slightly forward to brush her prostate a little. Good thing I was, holding on to her because that made her squirm and gasp even more. Only a little longer now until I'm truly inside her. Once I'm satisfied with how much lube is coating her I drizzle a little more on my dick and start lining up with her hole. If this doesn't wake her up, nothing will.

As my tip starts sliding in, I can see her arch her back slightly as her body recognizes the surprise visitor entering, but then instinct takes over and she starts pushing back onto me. I grab her hip for leverage as I watch myself disappear inside her ass slowly. God it's so warm, so tight, it's everything. My big sister loves being used, and with an ass like this who can blame her? I want to come back for more multiple times tonight, cum in her, watch it leak out, repeat. Just the thought gets me to the edge as I'm quietly sliding in and out, feeling her ass grip me trying to make me stay. I love her so much and I just want to help her dreams come true. I couldn't think of any other way zid want to do it. With thr love and lust running through my mind of all thr times I want to repeat this, I lose the battle against the impending orgasm. Putting my hand over my mouth to stifle the long moan coming out of me, I feel my dick deposit my cum as deep inside as I possibly can. One spurt, two spurts and I'm pressing myself against her harder to get my cum in deeper, I want some of it to stay in all night.

Finally, I'm all spent and I slip out of her as quietly. I notice some of my cum is dripping onto her sheets, smearing between her ass and the bed. Beautiful. A beautiful mess. In that moment I knew. I would be back later for another round

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Right Side of Wrong Pt. 2

Warnings: non-con, somno, unprotected sex

I can’t turn my brain off. Ever since last night, all I can think about is Y/N fingering herself on my bed with her tits bouncing with each thrust. My mind runs wild, especially when I’m trying to sleep.

In my dream, she’s riding me and whispering dirty things in my ear as she claws at my chest. My head is thrown back into my pillow, my moans almost as loud as hers. It feels so real. I can almost imagine how she’d feel around my cock.

“Wake up, J.” I hear her voice in my ear, her heat tightening around my cock almost painfully. She was so wet it was dripping down my balls.

Huh?

“Wake up, JJ. I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna miss it.” I hear her voice in my ear, her teeth nibbling my ear before she’s gone again.

I feel wetness against my lips next with a burning pain against my chest and my eyes suddenly snap open.

It’s not a dream.

Y/N is on top of me, riding my cock like there’s no tomorrow as she digs her nails into my chest. I open my mouth but nothing comes out but a breathy moan. She was exquisite and I was ten times more turned on by the fact that she took what she wanted. That she was using me to pleasure herself.

“JJ, your cock is so big. It feels so fucking good inside me.” She breathes, dropping down on my chest and kissing me as her ass bounces up and down. She’s kissing me. Like it’s second nature and we’ve being doing this all along.

“We have to stop.” I don’t know who’s voice that is. It doesn’t sound like me. Even though my hands reach up to palm her bouncing tits as she straightens back up. I tweak her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, watching in awe as she throws her head back while grinding back and forth. I look between us where we’re connected, still trying to convince myself that I’m actually balls deep inside her right now.

“Let me finish and I’ll stop.” She whimpers, “I’m so close, J. Can you feel it?” Fuck yea, I can feel it. She’s squeezing me like a steal band. I don’t know how I haven’t came yet. I can see her cream pooling around the base of my dick, sticking to her as she moves.

“God, you’re a bad fucking girl.” I snap, pinching her nipples hard before sliding my hands down to her curvy ass. I dig my fingers in to the soft flesh, helping move her.

“More. Oh god, I need more.” Y/N pants, her nails biting into my chest again. I quickly roll us, pinning her beneath me and clamping my hand over her mouth as her eyes widen in surprise. I snap my hips forward just once, enough to make her gasp and watch her eyes roll back. I was deeper like this.

“You’ve started a very dangerous game.” I snarl, rolling my hips from side to side then back and forth. Her nails dig into my back, her eyes pleading for more.

“You have to be quiet.” I hiss, pounding her pussy harder. I grit my teeth as the bed starts to creak but I can’t bring myself to stop. I should kick her out before John B or someone catches us. But the deed was already done. I was already inside her even if it wasn’t how I planned. Might as well finish.

I dont slow down, snapping my hips forward at an ungodly pace as she whines and withers beneath me. Her eyes start to roll back into her skull, her nails dragging down my back as she reaches her climax. I roughly grab her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple as she cums hard, soaking me and my sheets. I snarl, my balls tightening painfully as my release barrels forward. I yank free at the last possible second, jerking my cock roughly until I spew all over her stomach and tits.

We stay like that for a minute, panting and shaking with the after affects of our orgasms. My anxiety starts to creep in again until she drags a finger through my cum and sucks it into her mouth, humming in satisfaction. I almost whimper as my head hangs. This girl was filthy and I wanted her more than anything. I was never going to be able to stop after this.

“Are you going to come to my funeral?” I ask with a blank expression. Her brows furrow for a minute as she gives a nervous chuckle.

“What do you mean?”

“When your brother kills me for defiling his sister.” Her face lights up with a grin as she moves to a sitting position, my cum running down her body as she reaches up for a kiss. I savor it, devouring her mouth and slipping my tongue inside. Her lips close around my tongue and she sucks, making my cock jerk to life again. I pull back, panting and ready to fucking ruin her.

“Son of a bitch, where did you come from? Who taught you this shit?” I grumble breathlessly, my words holding no weight as I climb off the bed and she follows.

“I’ve had practice.”

“I don’t want to know that.” I growl, quickly making my way to the bathroom but she’s right on my heels, not letting me run away.

“It was mostly porn and girls.”

“Jesus!” Just when I didn’t think my cock couldn’t get any harder, I visualize her going down on another girl while I fuck her from behind.

“I needed experience, J. I wanted to be good for you.” Her hands wrap around me from behind as I fight to catch my breath. I watch as she rubs her hands across my chest and slowly makes her way south. My cock jerks again, knowing what’s coming. She grabs my cock with two hands, tightening her grip as she slowly pumps me. I release a shuddering breath, letting my head fall back to look at the ceiling.

John B really was going to kill me. Not because I fucked his sister. Because I wouldn’t be able to stop fucking his sister.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #outer banks x reader

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hellraiserss · 1 month ago

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Mr. M

9. Thought on rape play?

12. Ever have sex in public?

64. Thoughts on sleep sex?

9. Hard limit. Never used that word and nor will be.

12. I have attended kink parties and had fun, if that counts as public. I have fucked in the washroom, park, beach, parties, dark alley and parking lot. I mean they were not that good long fuvking session but they were quickies. Just to satisfy the itch you know. The thought of being caught just takes you right on edge and you are so horny that you just wanna put your cock in her no matter when and where?

64. I have posted a lot of somno. Yeah. I have trouble sleeping and many times I wake up in middle of night and find it hard to go back to sleep. What you will do? Fuck her in sleep, wake her with your cumm, and make something for her to eat. I did fuvk at few occasion when my ex was tipsy and about to knocked out. I fucked in and knocked myself out while being inside her. It was consensual. My ex was kinkier than me and an extrovert. She wanted to experience most of fucked up kinky things. Some of them we didn't try again but yeah ticked box and added to our bdsm resume.

#my ask #hellraiserss

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kyndredravenstories · 6 months ago

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Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 8

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/149000791#workskin

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7

"You should know that I adore you," Sylus murmurs, the red in his eyes languid and his voice a tender caress. "There is no love purer than mine."

In the wake of the words, I'm left stupefied.

I could have expected a whole nebula of variations to how he perceived our current -- whatever this was -- but...love?

My heart lurches in my chest. Sylus's answer matches my deepest darkest yearning, but I hesitate. I grab his forearms and pull him closer. My hands settle on his cheeks, and I search his face. He looks back at me without a mask or filter. His gaze remains soft and open, his lips tipped up in a gentle smile.

"Sylus," I breathe slowly, "how can you say something like that so easily?"

"Speaking truth is never difficult," he huffs.

I reach down and pinch myself, suddenly wondering if I've passed out in the mansion somewhere and have indulged too much in dreams. It hurts, which means I'm here and this is as real as real gets. I think.

"Is there a reason I should hide it?"

Only a few! The primary one being that he is the Sylus of N109. Isn't he concerned that admitting something like this is going to make things much more dangerous for him? That caring for someone might make him vulnerable? Again, I search his face. And again, I see no hesitation. I realize, then, that he is truly, absolutely, unequivocally unafraid. I stare at him in wonder. Truly, I have never known anyone like him. A man who is not afraid of anything. A man with enough power to shape his own reality.

When I don't answer his question, he takes his turn to search my face -- maybe even my thoughts -- with those hyper-perceptive eyes and intellect. Apparently, his rummaging yields more than mine. He raises a brow.

"Why so anxious? Don't worry. I'm not in the mood to reveal our relationship to anyone anytime soon."

Relationship. Adoration. Love. The words repeat in my head over and over, but they might as well be in a foreign language. I stare at him like he's grown another head. Of course, it's not so terribly far fetched that he might care for me after the closeness we've shared, but how? Why? When did this happen? How did all of this go from some crazy sex in a hotel to the start of an entanglement? Still reeling, I give Sylus a critical look. Is this man even capable of having a normal bond with someone? What does normal even mean for him, and do our definitions of the word match up?

This is a man who sits on the throne of N109, owns a jet, a yacht, and an armory bigger than the Association's. I've seen him go to shootouts for breakfast then stop by a café for brunch. He's overthrown other rulers. His organization is at the heart of all of the most controversial, dangerous, and unethical research I have ever heard or read about. He's blown up buildings and torn down mountains of organized crime. He's quite possibly the most powerful and most unpredictable man I'll ever meet in my lifetime.

Yet he's telling me he loves me.

And that we're in a relationship.

I'm silent as I try to gather the scattered marbles of my thoughts back into their jar. All the while, Sylus doesn't say a word. He doesn't rush me or press me for an answer. When his cell phone rings, he picks it up and steps some distance away, giving me the space I need to figure out where exactly I stand in all of this. Somehow, I don't think that will happen quickly or easily. We've just met. I hardly know him. There are times he terrifies me, and there are times when I can't breathe around him. I've learned nothing of his past or who he really is. I know even less about his powers and their true nature. I don't know why he wanted to Resonate with me so much in the beginning. I don't know why he's taken such an interest in me, either.

He's a complete enigma.

But, you love him.

And suddenly, I know that I do.

Absolutely. Unequivocally.

Denying it would be pointless.

My heart as heavy as a sinking anchor, I look at his rugged profile as he speaks over the phone. Straightening my legs, I hop off the bike and start walking towards him, dragging that same heart on my sleeve right behind me. As I do, snow begins to fall from the sky above. It settles in his silver hair and dusts his jacket. His voice drifts to me on the wind. Familiar now, like a favorite cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter night. The hue of his eyes shimmers in the flickering of the metropolis around us, and I finally admit that his eyes are the most beautiful crimson that I've ever seen.

I admit that adore him, too.

His arrogance, his confidence, his gentleness, and -- yes -- even his controlled savagery.

I clutch at the jacket over my heart.

When did this happen?

How did this happen?

At last, my journey ends at his side. With a click, Sylus hangs up his call. I reach out my hand to him as he turns to face me. He glances at my outstretched hand then at me.

"What is it?" he asks, reaching out to join our hands together.

The moment I feel his palm against mine, I thread our fingers and yank him forward towards me. His eyes widen, but he lets me pull on him. He even stumbles. This King, who trusts no one and can cause devastation with the snap of his fingers, let's me do as I please.

Mildly overwhelmed, I brush strands of snow-dusted hair from his temple. With my other hand, I reach up and touch his cheek, my thumb stroking from right to left along his parted lips. That devilish mouth quirks up into an impish smirk. But, I'm not done yet. I want to keep touching him. Feathery soft, my hand smoothes against his chin. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch as if it's the most pleasurable thing in this world. My heart thunders in my ears, faster and faster. Adoration, was it? Yes. That's what this feels like.

Reverently touching something I fear will vanish if I take too long to blink.

It's easy for him to disappear. So far, he's reappeared right at my side every time, but will it always be so? Or will he one day turn to mist and never come to me again? My jaw clenches tight. I let the fear surge through me and don't shy away from it this time. It's par for course, I suppose. A natural part of loving and adoring this man.

And I'm too far gone to go back now.

The moment I stop struggling against the shackles of this feeling, something shifts between us. It's like he senses it. Knows that I've finally given in. The corner of his mouth twitches and he grabs my wrist. With his eyes still alight with mirth and levity, he brings my hand to his mouth and softly bites my palm. I shiver, electricity bursting from my wrist to my shoulder. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses it and says "So? Have you and your pride come to a consensus?"

"We have," I humor him.

"And what's the verdict?" He pulls me forward this time by our joined hands, and I fall into his arms. "If it has anything to do with me letting you escape, you're out of luck. Whatever I hold in my hand is mine, sweetie. That includes you."

Our lips meet in a fevered kiss, and as the snow falls around us, I surrender to his passion. Escape is the last thing on my mind. My fear lingers in the ambience. Something as wonderful as this can't be destined for destruction, can it? I've seen enough darkness and tragedy in my life. Surely, it's time to see some happiness. If I have to fight for it -- if I have to bleed for it -- then I will. It's as simple as that. No other option exists because there is no way in hell that I will let this man disappear to a place that I can't follow.

We break away, and I wrap my arms around his waist. "I love you," I tell him, the words turning into white mist along with my breath. "It's completely insane. We haven't even gone on a date."

"If you want to do something mundane, we can," Sylus says, chuckling when I give him a frustrated glare. He hugs me just a little tighter. "But first, you need to go back to the light and recover. Heal. You can't do that here in the darkness."

"Is that why you're sending me away?" I pout.

He tilts his head. "Servants and fools are sent away. You are neither."

"Then, I want to stay."

"No."

I pull back, my hands sliding to my hips. "Sylus."

"Ellara."

We stare each other down.

"I can help you," I insist. "I know I'm not as strong as you, but I'm far from useless in a fight. My Resonance can help."

Something about that particular phrase triggers his impatience. He frowns and rubs a spot between his brows with a sigh.

"Go home with your knight, Ellara. Lick your wounds. Fight your Wanderers. Stay away from all this."

He starts to turn his back to me, and my anger flares. I grab a handful of his jacket and pull as hard as I can. "Don't you dismiss me like I'm one of your underlings," I growl at him. "If I want to stay, I damn well will."

When I turn him around, my temper loses its steam. The look on his face stops me in my tracks. It's not anger. Or frustration. It's something more, but I can't quite--

"I almost lost you," he murmurs, his fingers falling to my shoulder like the snow, gliding across my jacket and settling on my arm. "I don't...ever..." A muscle clenches in his jaw, and he stops speaking. His phone rings again, the sound breaking me out of my trance. He takes the call, leaving me to stew in a mess of emotions.

"Boss, he's here," a familiar voice says. Kieran?

"Early, as expected," Sylus nods. His tone is all business again, his eyes empty.

"He ripped through the first two waves in a single go. You sure he's got a Limiter?"

"Send in the Altered units."

"How many, Boss-man?" a more muffled voice asks. Luke this time.

"All of them."

"Yes, Boss."

"If that doesn't push him, we'll have to take more drastic measures." Those empty eyes slide to me. Inadvertently, I take a step back, realizing that they must be talking about Xavier. "We'll be there soon. Keep him busy until we arrive."

The Lost Isles in Sector 354XF-N1 is a place lost to time. Even with the overpopulation in N109, this ten or so acres of wasteland is as barren as a desert. Only blackened rusty ruins remain after a series of particularly nasty Metaflux storms and Wanderer attacks. In the center stands the skeleton of a sprawling research facility, now twisted into a hideous sculpture of shattered glass, mold, dust, and filth.

Once, a massive lab stood here, a radiant beacon of success and progressive thinking. At least, on the outside. Within, Ever Group hoarded some of its deadliest projects. After it was destroyed in the storms, a cloud of toxins and chemical waste spilled forth, killing hundreds and turning the others into monsters and Abominations. The trees died; the rivers dried up, and the soil was poisoned for the foreseeable future.

No human could live here, and after the tragedy that befell the citizens of this place, no one wanted to try.

It's the perfect kind of place to stage a battle without collateral damage.

Nearly a week past, the Boss had given clear direction. Take the samples of LUMINIS currently in the Vault, go to the Lost Isles, and attract all the Wanderers possible to these coordinates. Prepare the Altered Wanderer units as backup. Then, do anything and everything to push the Target to his limits. Pain, mutilation, mind-breaking illusions -- anything was fair game except taking his life. As long as the twins could break his Limiter, the means and methods are up to their discretion.

This night, Kieran and Luke thrill at the prospect. It's been ages, it seems, since the Boss let them loose. Thus far, the instructions are not a challenge to follow.

LUMINIS.

Truly, it's a wondrous concoction.

When Kieran takes the onyx vial out of its long glass case and pours it on the ground in the Lost Isles in various places and altitudes, he roughly knows what to expect.

Don't touch it, first and foremost.

Second, each location it is used in will summon a Dominante level or above Wanderer. Keep spraying and eventually the Metaflux build-up will summon Subservants to go with it. In a few hours, the place will be teaming with Wanderers and Abominations. Eventually, a Protofield will generate and dump the whole area into an even larger shell of chaos. It will take the Target all of his skill to escape.

Kieran was thorough, if nothing else. After using three full philters of LUMINIS and saturating the Lost Isles with the toxin, he jumps to the tallest ruin of a radio tower and watches the proceedings from above. Luke joins him shortly, having completed his own task. They lean against each other as Mephisto comes flying out of the darkness.

"It's done, Boss," Luke tells the crow. Their target will arrive soon, and the entertainment will begin. "Your hands are clean, right?" Luke asks his twin.

Kieran holds them up. "They are. But, I'm kinda curious what it feels like."

"You're demented," Luke chuckles, though Kieran senses he is curious as well. "You saw what it can do," he reminds his twin. Kieran nods. He still remembers that girl and her screaming in the shower with the Boss. The stuff had spilled all over her, slipping past the skin and snaking into her nerves and Evol channels. Miracle she wasn't dead, really, though she'd screamed loud enough to make him think she'd surely kick the bucket.

Poor naïve little bird trapped in a golden cage. Does she know yet that her Evol has been paralyzed? Does she know she might never Resonate again? Has the Boss told her?

"If a weak little thing like her can survive that much of it, then..." Luke plays with a philter, popping open the lid. Kieran catches his wrist to stop him.

"Not now, Luke. After we're done here."

They don't have to loiter long in boredom. The Target shows up several hours earlier than instructed just in time for the LUMINIS to start taking effect. The ground shakes as though multiple earthquakes are happening simultaneously. Roars, growls, and unearthly shrieks fill the air. Wanderers of all shapes and sizes materialize from thin air, their glowing red eyes hungering for blood. Some amble around on two legs, some on four. Some have arms. Others have webbing, fins, or claws. Each glows with its own aura from its Protocore, illuminating the viscous darkness ever present in the N109. But, none can compare to the moment when the Target reaches his destination and unleashes his own golden brilliance.

With flashes, arcs, and spectacular bursts of light more blinding than the sun, the Target eliminates his enemies. The more he cuts down, the more appear. The farther he moves into the bowels of the Lost Isles, the more he is surrounded by monsters. Yet, he is undaunted. He breaks through all the ranks, laying waste to Dominantes as though they are nothing but the weakest obstacle. Over the phone, the Boss instructs to release the Altered, and Luke and Kieran have no choice but to obey. They unleash the experimental units, and it seems that all hell breaks loose. The Altered have no concept of hierarchy. They do not see themselves as Subservants or Dominantes. They only yearn to watch the world burn and to feast on all the lives they encounter along their path.

There's four. No, five, if Luke counts the newest unit the Boss recently acquired. They amble towards the light like moths, sensing the Target's powerful Evol and moaning in hunger. Luke and Kieran watch their progress eagerly, curious to see how this powerful Hunter will fare against these engineered abominations. The Limiter is glowing red around his neck, but he isn't desperate enough. Not yet.

Behind them, the air explodes with heat and Evol as the Boss appears with the girl by his side. Luke notes her pallor and the way she still favors her right leg over her left. The way she moves her left arm is awkward still. He recalls how she worried for him, the experience still mystifying him entirely.

"Report," the Boss demands.

"He can still be pushed," Kieran says. "The Limiter is activated, but not broken."

"Sylus," the girl says, growing even paler as she walks to the edge of the building. "Why are you doing this to him?" She turns an angry glare to the Boss. "Please, let him go."

"He is free to come or go," the Boss grins. "Nothing is holding him here."

"Does he know where I am?" she cuts in. When she's about to say something else, the building rumbles beneath them.

"The Altered have reached the Target," Luke observes. The battle below explodes in light and Metaflux. The Target jumps from one Wanderer to the next, executing a flurry of blinding slashes, cuts, and twists. Stabbing, knifing, burning, eviscerating. He moves with the same speed as the Boss; when he needs to dodge or ambush, he shifts his body to different locations using his Evol. The Altered howl and throw blast after blast of Metaflux towards him. He flickers past every single one. Using a lull to his advantage, he runs up the side of one of their massive bodies and rams his blade into its head. With a haunting cry of fury which echoes through the ruins, the first Altered falls to the Target's skill.

"Altered?" the girl's eyes grow wide in her small face. She reminds Kieran of an owl like this. "Not the thing you had me try to fight when we first met..." She turns to the Boss. "Sylus, please stop this."

The Boss remains stoic. "No, Ellara. That collar must break."

The second Altered falls. Then the third and fourth. The fifth puts up the biggest fight and causes the most destruction. With its deadly breath of fire, it sets everything around ablaze like a spray of napalm. Ruins burn and boil in the flames. Glass squeals and melts. And still, the Target fights on without stopping. He parries the monster's clumsy swings and jumps over the fireballs flying from its maw. As soon as he can manage it, the Target lunges forward and summons a long spear made of light. With a mighty swing, he stabs it into the monster's heart.

Luke steadies the girl when the building shakes again. Kieran tilts his head at his twin, struggling to understand why he would do so without explicit orders. His attention is quickly diverted, though, when a series of deafening explosions blast through several blocks below. Ruins of buildings and homes collapse into rubble as colossal fulminations of light blind all of them. Luke, Kieran, the girl, and even the Boss have to shield their eyes as the darkness of the N109 is burned away momentarily.

Silence.

And then a voice followed by a razor sharp blade at Kieran's throat.

"Move," is the low decree, given in a voice that hardly sounds human.

Kieran opens his eyes to see the Target standing before him and Luke, his blade a whisper from slitting open flesh. Golden hair spills over glowing bright blue eyes. The Target is wearing a pitch black Hunter's uniform. Around his neck, the Limiter is cracked and shuddering, flickering with red and blue light. A beat, and then the collar shatters, falling to pieces with a dying gasp.

"Xavier!" the girl calls, her voice filled to the brim with relief.

"I won't ask again," the Target threatens.

"Let him through," the Boss commands. With that, Luke and Kieran's chains are lifted. They move aside, allowing the Target to pass by them.

The girl limps towards her Knight. When she is close enough, he pulls her against him, cradling her head with his hand as he embraces her. Blood blooms on his sleeve and around his waist. There's a large spot of it on his back. His clothes are tattered and singed; even some of his golden hair is covered in red. Yet his balance and posture are unaffected. He stands firm.

"Xavier, are you alright? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry."

When he pulls back to look at her, the Target's face has changed. The madness has receeded, along with his murderous intent. His bright eyes take in her body, checking for injuries or damage. When he's satisfied, he guides her to stand behind him and raises his blade. Immediately, Luke and Kieran prepare for combat. It's the girl's voice that stops them from lunging.

"Wait! Sylus, please...this is enough."

The Boss stands still, his eyes observing the girl and the Target. He isn't pleased. There's a shadow looming over his expression, and the air around him drops in temperature.

"Take her and get out," he says with razor sharp finality. "Before I change my mind."

"Wait, what?" the girl starts to protest, but the Target cuts her off. He lifts her into his arms even as she struggles. "Wait, Sylus!"

A final azure glare at the Boss with eyes that promise death before -- in a single blinding flash -- both the girl and the Target vanish into the night.

#love and deepspace #sylus #sylus/mc #sylusposting #sylus x mc #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfic #eyes of infinity delirium #lnds #lnds xavier #lnds fanfic #lnds sylus

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mellyssecrethideout · 3 months ago

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✨light CNC/SOMNO✨

🎀this is your CW💖

sometimes i'm a heavy sleeper. not always, but when i am reallyyyy exhausted...

like last night, for example. i had a long emotional day and was really tired by the end of it. i remember my partner partially waking me up a few times, trying to ask me things or talk to me, i don't even remember what he wanted, i was to out of it. i just kept immediately falling back asleep.

one of the times, i vaguely remember he was telling me about how he couldn't fall asleep, he wasn't tired. and he pulled me closer for cuddles. i mumbled some sort of apology and went back to sleep again. that's the last time i remember waking up throughout the night.

i woke up again this morning, groggy and stretching out. my back hurt, but my back always hurts when i wake up. i tried to turn over and realized my thighs were stuck together. it's not hot enough that i should be sweaty like that, is it?

as i woke up more, i realized my thighs were coated in cum. most of it mine, but some of it wasn't. i realized my insides were sore and pussy was leaking. i rubbed my eyes, trying to remember what happened.

before i could process my thoughts, my partner waved at me from across the room at his gaming desk. "goodmorning baby, did you sleep okay?" i couldn't quite place it but i swear there was some kind of sparkle in his eyes, like there was something specific he wanted me to say.

it all started to click in my head. the way he held me when i was falling back asleep last night, the way he rocked me back and forth that at the time just felt comforting, the way i felt sticky and used this morning, the way he was looking at me now.

i blushed a little but i just nodded, trying not to let on. "i slept like a rock." i swear his smirk got wider before he turned back to his games. i climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

before i could clean up, though, i found myself rubbing my neglected little clit in circles, thinking about how tired i must have been to not remember being used. thinking about how much of a good puppy i am for letting myself get used whenever my partner wants, even if i don't get anything out of it. that's all i ever want out of life, is to be such a good little puppy for the people i love.

#mellythinkssometimes #based on a true story #cnc somno

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dangan-lust · 9 days ago

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Dangan-Lust

Send thirsty confessions, horny asks, or just talk to me!

[18 and older only! Minors will be blocked.]

The ultimate competitor of @dr-thirst-confessions! Make sure to tell them I'm your favorite. (Just kidding, we're friends. Don't do that. V3 asks appeal more to me, though. This blog is very different, anyway. Well, you can send them an ask, me an ask, or both an ask...)

For the purposes of this blog, you may call me Mod, Mod Rantaro, Mod Miu, or anything that fits me since I am the only mod and always will be. For now, my identity won't be on this pinned post, but I might add it later on. It isn't too much of a secret.

I am a young adult and a man. I also [supposedly] have ADHD. If you needed to know.

Send doodles on the strawpage! (If you want.) If I ever make a version of this on another social, I'll still use this strawpage. Hopefully, no issues arise (I don't think I'm breaking any strawpage rules to my knowledge.) If a doodle isn't allowed on tumblr, I may have to find another way to link images or post it elsewhere. If you have any ideas, let me know. I might censor them for now if I do get any.

This blog is not just for confessions or hornyposting, but also just a space for me to be more casual in. Just talk to me! I might occasionally post non-dangan things, but it should be mostly DR related...If my interests change, I might have to rebrand...

If I choose to reveal my identity (I probably will), I might draw some of the messages I get if I like them enough. I have NSFW accounts on other platforms. I could still do a doodle, of course. Don't get your hopes up, though, I rarely finish things.

Note: I don't like glorifying certain things (acting like they're cute, excusing certain actions, etc), especially publicly. If I think something was too far, I won't answer it. I'm only listing this here so that this is clear.

Tags:

not.sft – Explicit.

mod.rambling – Any time I'm saying something on my own.

mod.life – Talking about myself in some way, I suppose. Likely anything less horny related.

mod.fav – Something I particularly liked.

mod.freaked – Congrats, that one freaked me out (this is meant to be playful, live your truth forever.)

mod.lr – Laugh rule. Something made me laugh.

mod.rb – Reblog.

rb.fav – If I ever reblog something I particularly like.

t.ask – An ask.

s.page – Strawpage.

mod.link – Something containing a link.

More will be added if needed. I tried to rack my brain.

Rules:

You can talk about what you want, but I'd rather it mostly stay on theme. That being horny and danganronpa! Avoid talking about media other than danganronpa on here and don't talk about public figures. You can talk about your fantasies, dr crushes, yourself, your OCs, or even me... sure, flirting with me is permitted. It's all fun.

Don't send anything about inc*st, be*stiality, p*doph*ilia, or anything of that sort. It's uncomfortable for me, and it easily crosses a concerning line to me. Nothing with the warriors of hope, either.

Both parties should want whatever is happening in some way (when it comes to sex, etc.) You can ask if something counts as an exception.

Everyone be nice to each other, we're all friends on this blog. No kinkshaming unless it's a joke.

No shipcourse, it's stupid. Don't apply a side to me, either. I won't reply to these things. I have lines, and there's things I dislike or think are too far. Especially if something is consistently trivialized or glorified.

We're assuming all characters are 18 or older since I'm more comfortable with that. AUs and future hypotheticals are cool. I don't mind you talking about pregame, either (even the fanon versions like kagehara, though tumblr seems to hate those) but we'll assume here they're 18 and right before they were in dr or in an alternate universe where they didn't get casted. Don't complain to me! Others have talked about character ages before, and I don't have much to add. (That's four links.)

Content warnings I'll add if ever relevant:

tw gore

tw somno

tw vore

tw food

tw sh

tw vomit

tw sui

tw stalking

Let me know if you want something else tagged.

#pinned post

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silenced-ghost · 3 months ago

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Hi J!

Been a silent follower for a while but I think it's time to make my debut and ask some questions I've had haha

1. Do you prefer brats, confident obedient subs, or shy / soft obedient subs? If there is no specific one, do you prefer a mix, or is there another type of bedroom personality you are more attracted to?

2. Have you ever been with someone who was interested in learning a kink but didn't know where to begin, so you had to teach them? If you haven't, is that something you would be interested in? (Being a sub, edging, watersports, etc. Any kink you're both interested in)

3. Have you ever had a 3some? If not, would you or do you prefer 1 on 1?

Please do not feel you have to answer any of these if they make you uncomfortable. Hope you are enjoying your night and rest well

Note: You're insanely good with your words 🥵 just wanted to let you know even though I'm sure you're aware haha

New little friend 🐭

hi there little mouse, welcome out of the shadows!

very glad to answer these questions:

1- I can't say that I have a strong preference between brats, obedient subs, shy subs, or a mix in a partner. I think every person brings a unique kind of energy and I find learning about them and matching my energy up with theirs to be part of that excitement. are they brats that need to be broken and trained? are they obedient subs who just want to be good so they can get all the praise? is it a shy sub that needs a little help coming out of their shell? or a mix of all three? all of these are exciting to me and I can't pick a fav haha sorry if this is a non-answer!

2- I have! at least in things like anal, toy play, bdsm, intox, and somno. I find it so fun to explore a new thing with a partner and share that experience and take on the role of a teacher. I don't consider myself an expert on kink by any means but I do pride myself in doing a lot of research even on things I haven't done myself so I can take on that teacher role either irl or let it speak through some of my writing. I can't say I've had the chance to actualize certain things like rougher forms of cnc and watersports (the latter is admittedly something that being on here has grown my interest in lol)

3- I have had a threesome! it was a lot of fun and I credit that to the dynamic between the three of us. threesomes are just such a decadence that drive a lot of my fantasies (don't ask me about my dvp fantasies).

thank you so much for the compliment btw, I can't say I lack confidence in my writing but it does always warm my heart to be validated and have that confidence affirmed <3 I'm just using my grad education how god intended.

I hope you have a good day!

#anon

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biscuitdragonwithastick · 5 months ago

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12 and 27 for the NSFW asks?

Join the ask meme! Ask me anything from the list <3

12. What is your go-to fantasy? Why do you think you enjoy it so much?

I actually answered that one here, though I suppose I didn't answer the second part of the question and I could always go to another fantasy.

Erm. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Somno, noncon, mpreg, forced birth warning

Another fantasy I have right now is a sorcerer of some kind betraying his kingdom, but in secrecy. At night, he goes into the sleeping chambers of the prince and puts him in a deep sleep using magic. Then takes away his cock and replaces it with a pretty cunt and fertile womb.

He summons some demon king he's made a deal with and watches as they fuck their seed into his waiting pussy. Whatever magic the sorcerer has worked on him makes lurch and grow into a rapid pregnancy.

The prince cries out in his sleep as his water suddenly bursts and he's forced to give birth to demonic spawn. The demons crawl away, growing immediately into aged warriors and disappearing back into hell where they wait to unleash the wrath of their demon king.

The prince doesn't get a break, stuck in perverse slumber, the demon king fucks him all night and forces him to birth hundred of his spawn. All under the watchful eye of this traitorous sorcerer.

So, why do I enjoy these fantasies so much?

Dunno. I don't just enjoy being the one doing the punishing, I like imagining myself as the one having all these things forced upon me. Being able to put myself in both situations doubles the pleasure I get out of these fantasies. I gotta wonder where they come from though.

Other than that, I have no idea why I fixate on magic and fantasy. Sci fi doesn't really do it for me. For the most part. I think I'm able to put aside a lot of logic with magic that I can't with scifi

27. Have you ever masturbated to something that was not porn? If so, what was it?

Nope. At least, I've never masturbated to anything that wasn't pornographic in nature. I either use my imagination, reading material (thank you ao3), or some good audio pornography. I've never been able to really masturbate to stationary images.

I don't really know what I'd masturbate to if it wasn't pornographic.

#biscuit answers #ask meme #send dirty asks #send asks

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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hii do you have any kink hcs for the girls? I'm not sure if this counts as requests, if so, sorry I don't mean it to be one and just wanted to hear your thoughts! I am sorry for the poor English but I love your writing ♡

requests are related to drabbles, not hcs. this counts as an ask! thank you for respecting it though anonie!!

- nayeon

as a dom, mommy nayeon is my favorite concept ever, it's no secret. i feel like she has mommy and unnie kink, and she's totally a mean dom. nayeon likes to be in control. she totally gets off from overstimulating her subs (especially the good ones, like jihyo) and when they're whining and crying because they can't take more, she just smiles at them fondly keeps pushing them past their limits, never forgetting to praise them!

as a sub, humiliation kink. as i feel like being called mommy or unnie is nayeon's biggest kink, being told that she's useless and that she shouldn't be called 'unnie' because she doesn't deserve the respect that comes with it is what breaks her really. when she's losing control and just wants to be taken care of, i see her going to mina or sana because they will know what to do. she's also a complete voyeur and something about having her subs being taken by someone else in front of her sounds appealing for her...

and let's not forget that nayeon is a size queen!

- jeongyeon

as a dom, she's in the soft dom line. she can be a mean dom like nayeon, especially with the g!p members (i'm talking directly to momo and tzuyu) but she's usually on the softer side really. the type to kiss her sub's forehead and praise them all the way through their edges. sounds a lot like a service top and, well, she is one! the best one at that if i do say so myself. if she's feeling more like a mean dom, she's into choking, spanking and edging.

as a sub, jeongyeon strikes me as someone who likes receiving exactly what she likes to give. she's 100% a switch. i see her as someone who can be called mommy at some point during sex and 5 minutes later she's being railed by the person who just called her that. so choking, she loves receiving it, and being edged too. perhaps being tied up might get her off too! all of that combined with a little degradation kink is perfect for her... she isn't a picky sub!

- momo

with momo, i won't talk about dom/sub, because i feel like she's just like jeongyeon. a switch, and mostly a service top. like jihyo, momo is an exhibitionist. the thrill of it all makes her riled up. i feel like nayeon is the one who indulges in momo's kinks the most, and vice versa. mmh perhaps g!p momo would like cbt as well (cock and ball torture, won't write about it though), and somno. she loves to wake up with someone sucking her off or when she's already coming in them or, if not g!p, around their fingers...

- sana and mina

as doms, they're worse than nayeon, but similar. i see this top 3 as 1) mina 2) sana and 3) nayeon. sana and mina can be the softest doms when they want, that is true. but something about them genuinely enjoying to humiliate their subs, restraining them with ropes and giving them ball gags just sounds more interesting. they like to make their subs feel stupid and perhaps undeserving of their touches.

they're the type to keep asking things to their subs despite knowing that they can't answer, because it's amusing to see them trying to speak with a gag on. sana and mina will be asking if the sub think they deserve their attention, questioning themselves out loud if they should really be spending their time with someone who cums that quickly, everything they can think of to make their subs cry. and of course they do lots of after care once their sessions are done!

as subs, i'm not sure. i think they might be into breeding kink? if anyone wants to add on this, feel free to!

- jihyo

as a dom, jihyo is hell and heaven. i'd say she's a power bottom for the most part, liking to receive more often. when she's feeling like it, she likes degradation. she's the type of dom who's constantly questioning her sub's skills. she's gonna be saying stuff like "why can't you do anything right? make me come!" even if she's close, just so to hear the pitiful whines their subs will let out (smc line mostly).

jihyo loves to leave scratches on her them and marking them up by holding them harshly. the wrists and neck are usually her target. she also likes orgasm control when she's on the giving end, and impact play if her subs are being brats, but that's the last thing she will resort to. she can put them in place with her words, really, so it's hard to make her become a sadist to that extent. but if her subs really need that lesson... god bless them. her hands are small but her nails and whips are not.

jihyo also loves to offer her breasts for her subs to nurse on. could be dry nursing, but i feel like they would prefer induced lac. i see her doing it mostly with tzuyu! it doesn't have to be a sexual thing for them, but it's something the both of them like to do.

as a sub, (which she is more often than not), jihyo loves exhibitionism. she gets off on being recorded, on having (kind of) public sex, and the possibility of getting caught makes her forget she's supposed to be responsible. it's also no secret that jihyo needs to be praised. she needs someone like nayeon, sana or mina, who she can call unnie and let go of control. the reason why nahyo is my favorite ship to write is because they're perfect for each other in this sense, with jihyo needing everything nayeon has to give as a dom.

i'm a huge fan of service top jihyo. when she's feeling subby but wants to please her unnie(s) and gets stuck making them feel good instead just because she wants them to tell her she's their good girl and that she fucks them well :((

she likes to belong, loving when they use the word "mine" to refer to her, and she might come untouched with praise alone. when they decide to give her what she needs, she might come fast and it results on her being overstimulated later most of the time.

let's not forget about size kink and breeding kink. tzuyu, jeongyeon and momo are the ones who indulge her on the size kink the most. she loves being manhandled and taken by someone who's clearly bigger than her. she especially likes it when tzuyu takes her to the nearest surface and fucks her without even asking for her approval, just because she can.

and mirrors... jihyo loves it when they make her watch herself in front of a mirror. she feels pathetic, sometimes she can't open her eyes but when she does she has to hold back not to come quickly. oh sub hyo is my favorite thing!

- dahyun

dahyun the way i like to write her is kind of similar to momo. i love a good old service top dahyun who just wants to please her unnies!

as a dom, (and yes she can be one), i feel like she's like jeongyeon, except for the choking and spanking part. she's the softest dom i think, but she can get rough if something makes her that way. i think she has a thing for marking people's skin, and edging them when she wants to please them.

as a sub, she's the perfect sub, like tzuyu. she's into anything they want to give her, really, but i think she has strong a praise and size kink and that's what gets her off most of the time. she loves being called pretty or being told she's taking them well, it makes her flushed to her ears and it's usually what sends her to the edge.

- tzuyu

tzuyu isn't a dom. the only way i can see her as a dom is with dahyun or chaeyoung, really. with her other unnies, only in the size kink context. if anyone wants to convince me tzuyu can be a dom, go ahead! i promise i'll listen!

now as a sub, she is, like i said before, perfect. i feel like tzuyu would be into petplay, too. nothing hardcore, i just think she likes being called 'puppy'. with that, the service top she is really pops off. tzuyu loves to give, she loves to make her unnies feel good and getting rewards for being a good puppy! lastly, the lactation kink. she's constantly pulling jihyo's shirt up and latching on a nipple because it makes her feel safe and comfortable :(

oh, this got long... again, if anyone wants to add anything, feel free to!

(i'm not writing chaeyoung yet, that's why i didn't add her here.)

#anon #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #tzuyu #hcs

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