#hehehe been working on this one for a while

[rueclfer]

okay waitttt cause you said two ruequests per personnnn i kinda wanted to do one more cause that’s how we became moots. going back to our rue-ts if u will hehe (i love rue puns)

if ur comfy i would love the whole au that started our tumblerinaship; patient touya x forensic psychiatrist me!!! (very joker harley quinn esque but more silly and less toxiccc ofcc)

anywayyyy ilyyy leaving the choice up to you but i fear smau would prob not be doable in this context but whichever u see fit i know will be amazingggg

revisting some ideas we came up with when we first mooted up HEHEH <3 the silly exchange of notes... the nosyness... the tennnssssiiiioooonnnnnnnnnn RRAAHHH hi kenny ily

patient!touya // job fair

event m.list

touya blankly stares at you for another minute and you think you might lose your mind.

“you have another forty-five minutes here, touya. i suggest you make it productive,” you say through a sigh, trying to not mind the constant knee bouncing.

“get me out of these cuffs and i’ll make it worth your while.”

the smirk on touya’s face never leaves, and another sigh leaves your lips. your reactions are usually sharp and unwavering, but you couldn’t hold back the eye roll this time.

“we have goals to meet,” you remind, scribbling circles in your notepad, “my supervisor isn’t going to be happy with me if you keep dodging my questions.”

“and how is that my problem?” he folds a leg up against his chest, slightly cocking his head to the side to fake a sense of innocence.

you drop your notepad to your lap and slump back in your seat with a pout, “well, who are you going to start sending love notes to when i get fired? the new psychiatrist? am i that easy to replace, touya?”

his facade starts to crack the second the embarrassment makes itself visible on his cheeks.

“shut up.” he darts his gaze away, “i told you to not talk about those.”

“then talk to me!”

touya scoots his chair up to your desk and drops his cuffed hands onto the cold surface, leaning forward towards you. with any other inmate, you’d have a finger resting over the red button under your desk, but with touya, you matched his movements and leaned in.

“answer my question first,” he says through a smirk.

your lips press into a tight line and you’re back to your staring contest.

“over ice- but not iced,” you begin, “one pump of vanilla. milk depending on the day. earl grey cold foam on top. with a straw,”  you say in a flat tone.

“with a straw?” touya repeats, almost grinning now, “wouldn't have pegged you as a straw person.”

you shrug, “the more you know.”

touya releases a sigh of content before leaning back in his seat, dropping his hands to his lap.

there's a brief moment of silence as he replays your coffee order in his head- wrapping his mind around how you could enjoy a lukewarm drink with a straw.

“you're cute,” he finally says. 

“and you're nosy.”

“can’t help that you're so much more interesting than i am.”

you snort. you grew up in the typical nuclear family. average life. average student. went off to university. got your degree. and another degree. and another. and now you’re here- no notable stories, no exciting experiences, nothing.

“shut up.” you rest your cheek against the heel of your palm, “you’ve done a lot more with your life than i did.”

“yeah clearly,” he scoffs, lightly jingling the shackles arounds his wrists.

you two share a laugh, and for a moment you forget where you are and the notepad in your lap had been long forgotten about.

“i’m serious. my life is boring. work, eat, sleep, and repeat.”

“you want a piece of advice?” he leans in, “a way to spice up your life a bit?”

touya’s voice lowers when he speaks closely to you. he slides his wrist forward on your desk, gauging to see how close you’d let him get to you. his scarred fingertips barely grazes against your elbow before his eyes flicker back up to yours.

“sure. let’s hear it,” you match his volume, leaning in closer, careful to not flinch at the ghost of his touch against your skin.

his gaze lingers on yours for a second longer. a moment of silence passes and he wets his lips before his mouth opens.

“take more risks,” he whispers.

touya has no feeling left in his fingertips, but he swears he can almost feel the heat emanating off of you. he’s almost tempted to grab you, let his palm lay flush against your outer bicep and finally feel you.

“risks?”

“yeah. risks. i can teach you a thing or two about those.”

[goooofy-goooober1121]

Hii could I request viktor x a chubbier reader who’s so soft and cuddly viktor can’t keep his hands off 🤭

Hehehe yes absolutely!!!! one of my favorite tropes is tall skinny and angular x chubby soft and curvy it's so elite＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

Sharp Angles and Soft Curves

Aka Viktor loves every bit of his lover 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

This one goes out to my midsize guys and girlies (we stand together ✊😌) Also I don’t have my computer at the moment so sorry my setup isn’t its usual, I’ll fix it as soon as I get it back <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

Requests are open here!

Tags: chubby!gn!reader, Viktor is catastrophically down bad (but only for you). Reader is super open to the imagination, no hair types or skin tones or specific features described other than chubbier body type. I know I mentioned midsize in the note but reader can be any body type other than skinny 🙏

Leaving bed never failed to pain Viktor. A part of the problem could be contributed to his physical condition— his spine, bent eternally like a snake mid-motion, always protested the effort of extending itself to sit up. His right leg had been another point of contention for his mobility. It was turned inwards; his right knee insisted on reaching for the apathetic left one, like an overly friendly individual relentlessly approaching someone whose only objective was to ignore them best as possible.

The more prominent culprit, however, was you.

All curves, soft and round and the edges— sleeping beside you was like slumbering amongst the clouds. Before you, Viktor swore that physical contact was something he preferred to steer clear of. Something about it was too invasive to him, too vulnerable.

Now he contributes the majority of his morning pains to the sheer amount of strength it took to will himself away.

He knew there was work to be done. That was why he awoke at the crack of dawn each morning, why he consistently had the faint scent of coffee on his breath, and why he was moved to near tears having to leave your warmth.

To hold and touch and run his hands over your softness was a blessing from the gods themselves; to be held and touched back was his ascension to a higher plane. Viktor, all sharp angles and bony edges, had never been afforded comfort in Zaun. Then you came along, and suddenly he could not imagine a life without you.

You had, effectively, ruined him.

He could not sleep unless pressed against your form, basking in your warmth and comfort. Had he not seen how the apples of your cheeks lifted and grew rosy at your smile, he would go about the day with the sinking feeling of something missing deep in his chest. His hands felt empty if not splayed affectionately across your body.

So on those mornings— those terrible, cruel mornings— where he awoke before you to set off to the laboratory, he mourned the loss of your presence like a tiny funeral, and on those afternoons— those long, exhausting afternoons— he held onto the memory of you while he calculated the future of Piltover like he were authoring a nursery rhyme.

And on those wonderful, beautiful evenings, when he returned home to you?

He stuck himself to your side as a bee would to honey.

Good luck getting him away from you. Or don’t. He would prefer it that way.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A/N: he’s so silly I love writing men who are devastatingly in love with their partners. PLEASE we need more of them 🙏

[somberomens]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ꨄ︎ ── .✦⋆.˚

dad’s bestfriend! jack o’connell + 20’s!woc!reader [pt 1/?]

wc; 6.1k

# i don’t even know how to defend myself on this one ☹️anyhow,  my first fic!! just enjoy it. on evb we gooning to jack!!!!

#likes shares and reblogs are VERY MUCH appreciated!! [also send me asks tee-hee]

warnings: MINORS DNI !!! DETAILED SMUT . second pov . oral [f!receiving] . dirty talk . squirting . riding. cum talk . worship . slight degrading [m!receiving] . teasing . face sitting + riding . slight foot play . grinding . jack is slightly perverted . i also made him slightly a sub . the reader is also perverted . reader is a tease and a bit bitchy (but in a sexy way) . reader is on the slightly wealthier side [plot purposes] . jack is a bit of a tease in this as well . a bit of a shy and cutely awkward jack too . gift giving [reader receiving] . fluff in the end hehehe .  reader’s dad is oblivious . this is just me being a horny unapologetic fuck. (credit for dividers)

since starting university, summers have become your favorite time of the year. a nice getaway from the stressful workload you were subjected to whilst undergoing new york university’s marketing major. you would think that you’d be doing coloring sheets for homework only to find yourself exploring the intricacies of what makes something successful to the public or not. you didn't hate it, but you always missed the various vacations your father would take you and your mother on, cape cod, greece, spain, bali, qatar, you name it; you’ve probably been there. this summer was a little different though, instead of some tropical destination, your father was taking you to the united kingdom for a month with an internship at WPP. while the internship would be only two weeks it was intensive and fast paced

“are you excited dear?” your father asked , he was proud to land you a spot at one of the top marketing firms. you were grateful as well, as much as you loved to be in the bustling city of new york it got a bit overwhelming and you liked a change of scenery from time to time. ‘yeah i am, i’m more excited to see what else england has to offer for me” you say with a slight laugh. “oh that reminds me,” your father added “i have a couple of friends i’ll be seeing, i want you to meet them too if you're not too busy of course. i know how you prioritize your work” you were a bit put off by it, your father was in his early 50’s as well as this he also was in the food industry as a michelin star chef. so you didn't want to hang out with some old men and all they were to talk about are sports, and food, nothing too intriguing for someone like you. “sure dad...i cant wait!” you say as you forced a smile. “great! i’ll let them know now!”

as the first few days progressed upon finally landing in london city airport you were a bit taken aback. the weather was bright and cool like it had been spring and not summer; the trees had been a deep green colour with flowers fully blossomed on them. you could see tourists and native out and about gawking at the architecture and scenic view of the area. you had to be honest, while you weren't all that easily impressed london was a really nice city and you'd be lying if you thought otherwise. as you and your father put the last of your bags in the car to take over to your hotel a man starts walking towards you both. he was of average height, wore a dark blue polo-tee that you recognize from tommy hilfiger, slightly baggy khaki slacks and dark dress shoes. very nice defined jaw, hair in dark brown short messy waves, nicely trimmed beard and an intense stare. he was really attractive, his stare was kind but piercing, he had a charm to himself; while simply dressed to your taste, he still looked good. you think you recognize him as well, from a movie? or show? he looks very familiar to you and he must be someone reputable as some people walk up to him in hopes for a photo that he politely declines. “aye man is that you?!” the man exclaimed towards your father. your father instantly recognizing the voice quickly turned from his phone and walked towards him “jack! it’s been so long hasn't it? I was just about to call you!” they had a brief discussion before jack had turned to you and asked, “oh eh, are you [name] ? your father has told me so much about you, he recently told me how you’re going to be working for WPP right? must be a smart young lady like he says” he says with a slight smile as he slightly sticks his hand out you have to thank your father for always finding some way to embarrass you by spouting about your business. luckily for you, you had been wearing your celine shades because if you hadn't jack would see how you were looking him up and down like he was prey. You can see how nicely built he is up close, toned arms, the shirt accentuating his biceps and his face is much more striking and rugged up close. you calmly stick your hand out to give his a shake and plainly say “sure, you could say that” “well i dont want to keep the eh, other guys waiting and its a bit hot out so we should head on down to the pub, its around here ‘cause i know you and ye daughter might be tired.” a pub? like a damn bar? He couldn't have chosen something a bit more upscale? however your dad seemed to have no issue with this as he happily obliged and was very excited to have you meet his friends.

you cursed at yourself as you begrudgingly tagged along as you had agreed earlier.

surprisingly, it wasn't as rowdy or unhinged as you expected it to be. you had ordered a lime mojito, nothing too strong especially considering that your internship starts the very next day and having a bad hangover would serve up a recipe for disaster. at the table you sit on the very end next to your father away from everyone else, it was all friends around your dads age or younger. you don't think anyone under 30 had been present, not like you minded, they were all just rambling about sports or something of the sort, some brought their partners who were conversing amongst themselves like you weren't even present. 

jack had glanced over at you a couple of times, at first you didn't know where he was looking but you quickly realized that he was staring down the deep v-neck of the sundress you wore. and if you were being honest? it was pathetic but at the same time you felt a bit of confidence rush over you as you push your glasses up and ask “do you need something?” he shuffled in his seat a bit out of slight shock and said “no miss, i…like your eh dress though.” you lightly laughed and gave him a coy smile “thanks, its a vintage piece from my mom” his cheeks turn a bit pink before glances over to the bar again like he wants another drink to distract from the conversion at hand but he knows he doesn't need another one. “hey” you start out “i see most people here with their partners, does a guy like you have a girl at home?” you ask with the same coy smile. his eyes grow wide before getting a bit sad as he says “no..i eh broke up with my woman a few weeks ago...bit sad isn't it?” “[name]? that was rude, he's just here to have fun with us and im sure he isnt interested in such personal conversations” said your father as he scolds you. truth is you didn't care about what your dad was saying but for the sake of being in the presence of others and trying to understand jack’s deal; you give jack your best doe eyes and say: “i’m sorry…i didnt mean to be rude, jack, won’t you forgive me?” as you blink up at him

his cheeks turn into a deeper shade as he stammers out “oh eh sure! i’m just going to head over for another drink..” ‘what a sucker’ you thought to yourself. the night continues once he comes back to the table and soon enough you all wave your goodbyes as you and your father head back to the apartment

the very next morning, you wake up to a couple of messages, the usual ones from your friends hoping you're having fun on your vacation but then you see a few from your father that were sent an hour earlier.

05:07┃dad: good morning dearest, i know today is the first day of your internship, please do well and make me and your mother proud. i understand that you’re not familiar with the area so i’m having jack drive you to the lobby since he knows his way around. i have a few meetings to attend and contractors to meet so i wont be back until late. hope i can make it up to you love.  05:07┃dad: by the way, be nice to him. especially after yesterday;  i suggested he take you out for lunch today at a sushi place since i know that’s your favorite. i would love for you two to become closer since he’s around your age.

he’s having that guy be your pseudo chauffeur for the day?? and even worse you’re going out with him for lunch/dinner ??  this couldn't be real. not only this you had gotten a text from some unknown number shortly after reading your fathers message.

06:27┃+44 ???: hello, it’s jack. I’m sorry for the sudden message but your dad had asked me last night if i could accompany you to your internship lobby for the two weeks you’d be attending it. just let me know what time you start and i’ll be on the way.

‘this is just so great isn't it!’ you sarcastically thought, the man who you had made fun of last night is taking you to work like you were some 5 year old with no sense of reality. you could have easily just called a cab or something but your overprotective father is really going all out isn't he? you wait a bit before saving the number and responding to jack, 06:33┃you: 08:30. 06:34┃jack: i’ll pick you up at 07:30.

you don't respond to the last message and make your way down to the bathroom to get yourself prepared for the day. “whats the worst that could possibly happen”

you’d gotten yourself at around 07:20 just before jack was to arrive and before you know it you get another text from him saying “dont know if you saw my last message, but i came here a bit earlier just to beat the traffic. just let me know when you’re out.”

‘he’s an eager one isn’t he?” you caught yourself smiling whilst reading the message he sent ‘oh god i’m not falling in love with this man’ you wait until 07:30 before you text him back stating that you were coming down.

you reach the lobby of the apartment and see him standing there waiting whilst talking to the doorman, he’s wearing a leather jacket with a plain white shirt underneath and dark blue stressed jeans. his hair is trimmed a bit shorter, framing his face even more perfectly than yesterday's. god you couldn't help yourself staring and unfortunately for you, you weren't wearing any shaded glasses since that would be deemed inappropriate for work so you know you’d have to keep your eyes to yourself. You start making your way towards him and he turns as he hears the small but sharp clicks of your black lace accented kitten heels. “very professional look you got on there miss” he starts as he looks up and down your frame “the skirt…wouldn’t that be a bit too short for the office?” you have to admit the skirt wasn't directly below the knees in fact it was a bit higher and almost risky. you could see it in his face how he got a little pink as if he was thinking about what may lie beneath them ‘such a pathetic thing’ you think to yourself. “i would change but.. it’s almost 07:30 and it’s a bit too late for that..” you say with faux innocence. snapping out of his trance he quickly stammers “oh yeah of course…wouldn’t want you to be late on yer first day wouldn't we?” nodding your head you wave goodbye to your doorman as you make your way to jack’s car. he opens the door for you and you two are quickly on your way. by the time you two make it, it's around 08:15 and before you exit he wishes you a good day and good luck, he reminds you that you two have a scheduled lunch at 3 once your day is over at a sushi restaurant. giving him a forced sweet smile you recognize the plan as you walk into the office building lobby.

first day was done, no problem. the staff seems to like you and you have seemingly become friends with a few of them. they offered to take you out to lunch but of course you remember that dreadful outing with jack that your father planned. it’s 14:05 and jack is out front waiting for you to come to the car. a few of the girls had spotted him and whispered amongst themselves about how cute he was before turning to you and asking

“[name] is that your boyfriend? he's super cute!” they say through giggling amongst themselves;

weirdly enough in that moment, you feel a wave of envy and rage slowly wash over you as jack is averting the gaze of those girls. you don't deny or agree to anything and pretend you didn't hear as you enter the car, jack follows along and before you know it you're on your way to your ’date’ with jack. as you both get seated, jack sits across from you and you observe the area. the restaurant was a quiet low-key dimly lit area, it was quite ambient with nice warm lighting. not many people are around as it’s more of a “night thing” per jack’s words but its not like you mind, you’re up to something this afternoon. your dad wants you to get to know him better? fine by you, nothing like a little bonding can do to strengthen this relationship. as you look through the menu you give jack a sly look and start “so… how long have you known my dad?” he doesnt look up and says “about eh..lets say 2 years? we met at the same pub i took you both to. ‘sentimental thing he is’ you think “sorry i asked you that question yesterday..i hope you weren’t upset dear” you say as you look to him with the same faux innocence at the bar. he slightly shifts in his seat and gives you a slight glance “its eh its okay, i know ye probably didn’t mean anything offensive” he chokes a bit on his words as he feels your foot drag up and down his leg. in a quick attempt to distract from the feeling he stammers out “m-menu looks tasty doesn't it? know what ye want?” trying his very hardest to make conversation bringing up a slew of topics, the food, the weather, his dog even. pathetic attempts really. “mm i think i’ll just get a spider roll and a spicy tuna roll maybe even shrimp tempura..” you start as you’re continuously dragging your foot on his leg “you know what you want?” you ask with a smile. “miso soup. maybe a couple of rolls” he bluntly strains as he looks dead at you. the waiter comes by with water and starters and takes your orders, you both gave enough to keep her gone for a bit. taking things further as jack is staring out the window you take the same foot and inch it closer to the center of his spread legs. “you know when i first saw you” you innocently start out as he quickly turns realizing what you're doing “i didn’t think you’d be such a pervert.” you end sharply as you press your foot to his crotch. he’s taken aback as he’s fighting a groan. “i know you were staring down my dress and looking up my skirt this morning. I wonder… what were you thinking about?”

the clink of cutlery, the murmur of low conversations, the warm amber glow of the overhead chandeliers—everything about this restaurant was designed to feel intimate, tasteful, elegant. but nothing could distract from the disheveled pathetic look on jack’s face. at this point, you weren’t even trying to hide it—your face innocent, eyes wide, lips curled just slightly in a not-so-subtle smile. like you were just so interested in whatever the hell he’d been trying to talk about

yeah, no, you didn’t hear a word of it.

your foot was making slow, lazy circles up his crotch now, the warmth of his body radiating through his pants, and god, was that a twitch? right there. just beneath the fabric. oh yeah, he was definitely hard.

you leaned in, elbows on the table, cleavage perfectly framed by the low neckline of your suit top. you licked a drop of your mojito from your lip like it was instinct. his gaze dropped like a rock. Realizing that he’s cracked he got a large smirk out of you

“so, jack…” your voice dipped just enough. a little velvet. a little smoke. you tilted your head. “you were saying something about your pets earlier?”

he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. you felt his thigh clench under your foot. “y-yeah. uh. just—just the usual. nothing interesting.”

‘pathetic liar.’ you thought

your toes pressed harder against the growing bulge in his slacks. you could feel it throbbing through the fabric. and fuck, was that a bead of sweat at his temple?

“mmm, shame,” you murmured, letting the word drag out like melted chocolate. “you always make things sound interesting. i love hearing you talk.”

jack’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. they were sharp. hungry. controlled—but barely. he took a long sip of his wine, probably to buy himself a second of composure. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and your whole body responded.

you pressed a little harder with your foot.

he shifted again. his voice was a little hoarse now. “you’re trouble.”

you grinned, chin dipping a little, lashes fluttering. “me? i’m just sitting here.”

that’s when your foot started sliding right up and down the area, your big toe pressing gently—but firmly—against the bulge straining under his slacks. the fabric was warm. tense. you could feel his pulse through it. you moved in a slow circle, teasing, pressing, backing off. teasing again. watching him grit his jaw. his hand clenched around his fork like it had personally offended him.

and then you mouthed it across the table, slow and silent:

‘hard yet?’

jack’s chest rose on a sharp inhale. his fingers flexed, eyes dropping to the table, then back up at you. “you’re gonna pay for this later.”

“You sure?” you smiled, teeth catching your bottom lip. the power you had mustered was dizzying to him.

and just as you pressed your toe up against the tip of his cock, felt him jerk slightly from the contact, the waiter appeared beside the table with a polite smile and two steaming plates.

“here we are,” he said, not noticing a damn thing placing the large array of food you both ordered.

you blinked, innocent again in an instant, drawing your foot back with slow, demure grace. you crossed your legs under the table like a saint, hands folded in your lap.

jack exhaled through his nose, knuckles white as he reached for his chopsticks. you picked up your chopsticks as well, glanced at him, and said, “oh my god, this looks amazing.”

your voice didn’t waver. but his did. and you even heard a little whimper, almost as if like he wanted to keep going. you took a bite, savoring it, eyes locked with his over the table. “better eat up,” you said sweetly.

his cock twitched again and your smirk deepened. deciding to give him a break you start small “so..you’re an actor right? ‘least that's what my dad says.” “yeah, have a few movies and shows i've done in my time”

the ride home was entertaining, jack opened up a lot more and seemed to be way more comfortable with talking to you about his own personal life. you had been nicer to him too, which he enjoyed, at first he thought he’d make a bad impression on you but it was nice seeing you sing along to the music in the car on the way home. it was almost as if what had gone on under the table never happened. by the time you made it back to the pent house its about 16:32, you knew your dad wouldn’t be home until about 22:00 so before jack sees you off you quickly turn and ask “won’t you stay with me jack?” his heart skips a beat as he hears this request “what?” he asks.

‘ugh useless’ you thought “i’m inviting you in can’t you see? unless you don’t want that then just go home” you harshly say. 

“no no it’s not that love, i just — i’m not used to this and in any case isn’t your dad home?”

“that’s none of your business” you start, “you either come home with me or just go back to that lonely bed of yours” you say with a scoff. he hesitates at first but he obliges as he follows you into the lobby up the elevator to you and your fathers shared space.

after exiting the elevator jack is enamored by the layout of the place, it was lit up by the large windows surrounding the living area. there was a beautiful chandelier hanging in the middle just above the table separating the couch from the flat screen on the wall. so man other things had caught his eye as well, the various paintings on the walls , minimalist vases holding succulents and other various flowers and deep green plants, it was a beautiful place really. “if you're done staring you can come with me” you say as you walk towards your bedroom. jack starts to sweat at the request he knew he shouldn't, he knows how this is going to end, but his body betrays him as he found himself sitting atop your soft bed whilst waiting for you to change. its decorative pillows and fluffy duvet. your room was a lot more decorated than expected, some stuffed animals were on the bed, a few posters of vogue magazines and artists posters as well as a flatscreen tv. you even had a vanity with lights and fancy wooden carved drawers, various beauty products were spread across the desk of it. it seemed that you made yourself at home during the vacation, he thought to himself. 

as he was waiting he started wandering around the space, and just as he got to your drawers you had come out:

“are you looking through my panty drawers you freak?” you sneered. he leaped at the tone of your voice “no never” he stammered out “i was really just walking about miss i would never ever do such a thing” side eyeing him you sit on the bed and ask him to join you to watch something.

“i just get so bored sometimes, my siblings are grown up, im the last born and they rarely visit.. its nice to have such a nice friend like you to play with” you say as you play with your curls. “uh huh..” he says “what eh, what did ye wanna watch? im down for ‘nything”

“i really like full house, let’s watch that m’kay? “

“alright” he says with a slight smile.

the room was dim except for the soft flicker of the tv screen—full house, of all things, droning on in the background with its saccharine, overacted charm. something about uncle jesse and a pie. you barely heard it.

because jack was here. and he was already shifting restlessly beneath you.

you sat on his lap, legs straddling his waist, your thighs warm against his jeans, your body heavy and settled, exactly where you knew he wanted you. his back was pressed to the headboard, one arm flung across a pillow, the other resting uselessly beside him because you hadn’t let him touch. not yet.

your nightgown, a lace sleeveless babydoll, but the buttons were undone halfway, teasing the swell of your breasts every time you leaned forward. you wore nothing underneath. no bra. no panties. just bare, your hot skin against his denim jeans, and the rising pressure of your wetness soaking through the crotch of said jeans.

jack’s breathing was already shallow.

“you’re not even watching,” he murmured, voice rough. his eyes flicked from your lips to your chest to the slow grind of your hips rolling against him. he was trying so fucking hard to keep it casual. he wasn’t succeeding.

“i like this episode,” you replied innocently, like you hadn’t just rocked your hips forward and rubbed your soaked pussy right over the bulge in his jeans. “danny’s trying to impress some woman at the pta or something.”

jack exhaled hard through his nose. his fingers twitched like he wanted to grab your waist and pin you down.

“you’re evil. you’ve been evil all day”

you tilted your head, biting your bottom lip like you were confused. “why? i’m just sitting here.”

he shook his head and swallowed. hard. “no, you’re grinding your wet cunt on my cock and pretending like it’s not driving me insane.”

you grinned.

“hmm,” you hummed, grinding down again, a little harder this time, dragging your slick folds along the seam of his jeans, soaking them through. “is it really that bad?”

jack’s breath caught. “you have no idea.”

“i think i do,” you purred, leaning forward until your tits brushed his chest. your lips hovered over his. “you’re throbbing. i can feel it.”

he closed his eyes, jaw tight, like he was barely hanging on. you kissed the corner of his mouth and pulled back before he could catch you, a wicked spark in your eye.

“but you don’t get to touch yet,” you whispered. “you just sit there. be good.”

“fuck,” he breathed. “y’killing me, dear.”

you sat upright again and began a slow, deliberate grind, your wetness dragging back and forth over the rough fabric, sending delicious friction straight to your clit. you gasped just a little and watched his eyes go dark.

“god, you’re soaked,” he groaned, head tipping back against the headboard. “you’re soaking my fucking jeans.”

your hips moved faster, chasing more friction, just enough to tease yourself. the sensation was maddening, perfectly not enough. you weren’t ready to let go yet. neither was he.

“tell me what you’re thinking,” you whispered.

jack’s voice was strained. “’m thinking about bending you over ‘nd fucking ye’  raw.”

you laughed, low and dirty. “so predictable.”

he snapped his gaze back to yours. “y’ the one grinding all over me and teasing like a little minx. the hell you expect?”

you leaned in again, fingers brushing the collar of his shirt, breath hot against his ear. “i expect you to beg.”

jack groaned, hips bucking beneath you. you clamped your thighs tighter and pressed him down into the mattress, keeping him pinned.

“say it,” you whispered. “say you want to touch me.”

“wanna touch you,” he growled immediately.

you raised a brow. “say you need it.”

“need it,” he hissed. “need to taste you. need to feel you cum on my face s’ badly please.”

that last word made your breath catch. you tilted your hips forward and ground down slow and deep, letting him feel just how soaked you were, just how close you were to losing it too.

“you want to taste me?” you asked.

he nodded, eyes wild. “yes. please. my dear”

you smiled, slow and satisfied, and started to shift forward. crawling up his chest.

jack’s hands shot out to grab your hips—finally. permission granted.

and then you were above him, knees planted firmly on either side of his head, pussy inches from his mouth. you were soaked, folds glistening in the dim light, clit swollen, throbbing. his eyes locked on it like a starving man.

then you lowered yourself onto his face.

the first lick was devastating—slow, long, flat-tongued, from your opening to your clit. you cried out, gripping the headboard with both hands as he moaned into you, tongue diving deep, mouth latching onto your pussy like it was the only thing that mattered.

“fuck, jack” you gasped. “just like that, yes”

he groaned again, hands gripping your ass, guiding you to grind down harder. you rolled your hips over his mouth, riding him slow and deep, your thighs shaking every time his tongue flicked your clit just right.

you looked down and saw his eyes half-lidded, completely gone, worshipping you like a goddess.

you grinned, breathless. “you love this, don’t you?”

he nodded against your pussy, mouth still full of you.

“you love when i ride your pathetic face baby?,” you panted. “love being my little toy?”

jack moaned loud into your cunt, and the vibration made you shudder. you rode faster, chasing it, chasing the edge—

and then it snapped. your orgasm slammed into you, violent and sudden. you screamed his name, grinding down hard as your thighs clenched around his head. you gushed all over his face, soaking him, squirting from the sheer force of it.

and jack, he didn’t stop. he didn't want to stop, he needed you so so badly that he lapped it up, mouth wide, tongue greedy,  like he needed it in his lungs. almost to the point of overstimulation.

you finally collapsed, panting, soaked, dragging your spent cunt off his face. he was completely  wrecked. dazed and entranced by your sudden release.

you leaned down and kissed him deep, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as his arms wrapped tight around your back. his cock was straining between your bodies now, leaking against his stomach.

readjusting yourself “want more?” you whispered, rubbing your wet folds against his shaft.

he whimpered. “yes, yes please”

before he knew it you quickly positioned yourself on top of his lap and  jack’s cock slid inside you inch by aching inch, and you took it slow, deliberate, like you were savoring every stretch. the thick head parted your soaked folds, gliding in with obscene ease—your body still twitching, raw and dripping from how hard you’d cum on his face.

he was big. thick and pulsing inside you, the heat of him sharp and perfect. your walls clenched down involuntarily, and jack’s head thumped against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

“jesus fucking christ—”

you bottomed out with a low groan, sitting flush against him, your thighs shaking with the fullness, your clit grinding against the base of his cock as you settled there for a second.

he looked wrecked already. sweat at his temple. lips red from kissing, from moaning, from you. his hands gripped your hips like he didn’t trust himself not to break.

you leaned forward, hair falling around your face, and whispered, “not gonna last long, are you?”

his throat bobbed. “you’re tight, f-fuck, so warm. i’m trying—”

you licked a slow stripe up his jaw, lips brushing his ear. “i like seeing you struggle beneath me.”

then you started to move.

slow circles. gentle rolls of your hips. just enough to let him feel everything. your walls squeezing down, dragging along the length of him as you lifted and sank again. his breath hitched. his hands flexed. he was already throbbing inside you.

you straightened up, placed your palms on his chest, and began riding him properly, slow and deep, your ass slapping against his thighs, every stroke smoother and filthier than the last. wet sounds filled the room, slick and obscene, your cunt sucking him in greedily.

“look at you,” you breathed, grinding harder, faster. “fucking ruined already.”

he tried to buck up—tried to fuck into you—but you pressed him back down, clamped your thighs around his hips, kept control.

“no, no, baby. you stay right there. you cum when i say.”

he heaves pathetically “god, please”

“you gonna cum already?” you leaned forward, grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his head back just enough to watch his eyes roll. “pathetic.”

his moan was pure surrender.

you began to ride faster, harder now, bouncing on his cock with messy, wet slaps. your tits bounced with every thrust. jack’s eyes locked onto them, wild, desperate—and then darted back to your face. he looked like he could cry from how good it felt.

your clit rubbed perfectly against his pelvis with every downward grind. you reached between your legs and rubbed tight circles, chasing that next high. your walls fluttered, clenched down, your body winding tighter and tighter.

jack’s voice was ragged. “i can’t, i’m gonna cum— fuck, please please please”

you stopped.

just froze there with him buried to the hilt, your pussy squeezing him but not moving. his hips jerked, trying to chase the motion, but you held him down with a hand on his chest.

“you don’t cum until i say,” you whispered. “or i’ll make you watch me finish myself off and leave you here dripping and untouched.”

he whimpered.

“say it.”

“i won’t cum,” he gasped. “i’ll wait, i swear, fuck! please don’t stop”

you grinned and started moving again, a steady grind now, hips rolling deep and slow, your clit grinding right against him, your breath coming in short gasps.

“god you’re so deep,” you moaned, voice cracking.

jack was panting beneath you, trembling. “please cum, cum again. please. i need it, need to feel you break on my cock”

his desperate moans and whimpers drive you to ride him harder.

the pressure snapped like a rubber band. your orgasm tore through you, sharp. electric your thighs locking around his waist as you screamed and came, pussy convulsing around his cock, soaking him all over again.

jack lost it.

“fuck, fuck, i’m gonna- fuck, i’m coming”

you clamped down tight and rode him through it, milking every spasm, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you up with thick, hot cum. he came hard—long, desperate spurts, moaning your name like a prayer as he spilled deep inside you.

you collapsed forward, your bodies a tangled, soaked mess, lips crashing together in a messy, breathless kiss. tongues, teeth, moans.

you pulled back, just enough to stare him in the eyes. his lips were swollen, his eyes fucked-out.

“i feel bad for what i did earlier…you didn’t deserve that,” you whispered, hips giving one last slow roll, feeling him twitch inside you.

he groaned, too wrecked to speak. you check the time, its about 21:45, your dad won't be home for a bit “want me to make you some tea before you're on your way back home dearest?” you purr. Looking up from his disheveled state he nods and you lead him to the kitchen.

he stays only for 10 minutes more before you both exchange a kiss and he makes his way out. you make your way back to the bedroom and shower, by the time you come out your father is just entering the living room.

“hey dear!” your father starts out, how was the first day at the firm? “it was so great! i made mutuals with my co-workers” you exclaimed a bit more chipper than your usual mood. “thats great, i trust that you and jack had a civil outing today and you made him comfortable?” your father continues. nodding your head you squash your fathers concerns and gave a good report on how you had the best of times at the sushi restaurant and invited him over to make him more comfortable with you. Your father proudly gives you a hug and once pulling away he notices: “jack seems to have left his jacket over here…best to give him that as soon as possible” “of course, i’ll del with that tomorrow dad, i’m a bit tired so its best if i sleep now” you say before descending back into your room. you had felt so jittery and never in your life were you ever so excited to go to work the next day and spend the rest of your vacation with jack. just before you fall asleep you receive a few messages from jack. 22:42┃jack: hello dear, i made it back. i’ll pick you at the same time tomorrow, okay? hope i didnt get you into any trouble with ye father. 22:43┃jack: i had so much fun with you regardless. :)

22:49┃you: goodnight beloved. <3

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tags: @jimmys-tiara

[allastoredeer]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I’ve been tagged to do WIP Wednesday before, but I’m only just now getting to it 😅

So! Here’s the first 2 pages to a 5-page comic. Points to anyone who guesses what’s going on.

[qwakque]

Say Goodbye To Yesterday my Friend

[jojo-schmo]

A possible scenario during Kirby Star Allies that has Magolor investigating whatever he can about the mysterious Jamba Hearts that just landed on the planet.

Bandee is still wary of him from their past adventures however, and accompanies Magolor to make sure he isn’t up to anything…

Audio is from Star Trek Deep Space Nine: “Rocks and Shoals”

[eyndr-stories]

Being very normal [lie] about @kibbits's Break A Leg boys!!! They are running around in my brain causing drama all day long <3

These doodles I would say are roughly around the time where Y/N has known them for a bit, so they're not tooooo dangerous anymore, and they're just starting to figure out the whole (waves vaguely) identity thing lol

To explain the little mini comic just in case its not clear: Y/N is lamenting to Moon about some car troubles (whether they drive themself or couldn't get a ride someplace or what have you), and the next day, Sun asks how the car situation is going. Y/N is a little confused because they remember talking to Moon about that, not Sun. Sun is confused because he's not sure what the difference is. He's not even sure who's out right now (Both? One? Which one? What's the difference???)

[sysig]

Enecomimi Banzaiiii (Patreon)

[icyfox17]

el pastor

He's about to ask where Buck is when he spots it. The spattering of red around the eye. It's unmistakable, even if it's smaller than he's used to. Bobby makes eye contact with Eddie and Eddie's expression only confirms his theory. It takes the rest of the team an extra moment to understand what is happening, but then there's a slight gasp from Hen. "Is that—" Eddie nods, readjusting his grip on him and the kid—Buck—curls even further into him. "Oh, kid." Bobby thinks quietly to himself. There's never a dull moment with him on shift, is there?

or, Buck gets de-aged into a kid by a disgruntled villain just trying to make his escape from a destroyed building.

or, or smol!Buck but make it a hero au bc yes.

Chapter 1/? | 4,282 Words | Read on Ao3

gifted to the lovely @divine-victory thank you for being so patient and i hope you enjoy !!! ily sosososoo much!!!!!!! <3

[good-beanswrites]

Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar

Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍

“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”

He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”

Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again. 

After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.

The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.

In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.

A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him. 

As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.

It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.

He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands. 

“Not so fast!”

Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”

Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”

“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.

He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.

The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.

Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.

The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone. 

Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”

Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.

“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”

“-- Aw, shaddup…”

[millenniumringg]

I’m gonna be selling earrings :3 will post my Etsy shop link in a few days!

[romeoslaughter]

second course: 2

[bizarrescribblez]

HI GUYS sorry for not being so active/only talking about commission stuff lately IM KINDA FEELING :(( but it’s all good + I’ve been working on an unnecessarily thought out MTL Halloween drawing/doodles so that’s why I’ve been so quiet huhuhu

[naenaex0xx]

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[sunshineangel0]

press play to ruin me ! (maknae line)

i present: stray kids and their own, private porn collection!

genre: pure smut, nsfw, sub!reader, dom!skz, recording kink, minors do not interact please word count: about 3k again warnings: unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, recording during sex, degradation, praise, light bondage, creampie, overstimulation, cum play, possessive behavior a/n: part two of happy 1k ! here is our maknaes getting off on filming while pounding into you hehehe🫠 please enjoy xoxo

-> hyungs

(한) HAN JISUNG

The first time Jisung hits record, it’s an accident. Well, kind of.

You’re in his studio. You’re bent over his mixing desk, knees trembling, your skirt bunched up around your hips, his cock splitting you open so deep you swear you’re going to sob.

He’s been teasing you for hours. Told you just one more take, just one more adjustment, until you were so worked up you climbed in his lap and ground yourself on him until he finally snapped.

Now he’s buried balls-deep, one hand on the back of your neck, the other gripping his phone like he’s texting. But he’s not. He’s filming. He’s been filming for five minutes, your pretty moans echoing through his studio speakers like the filthiest track he’s ever produced.

“Look at you,” he pants, voice cracked, desperate. “Bending over my desk like a slut. You know how fucking hot you sound through these speakers?”

You try to answer but it comes out as a gasp, your thighs quivering under the force of his thrusts. The desk shakes with every slap of his hips, pens rolling off the edge, a mug knocked to the floor. Neither of you care.

“Say hi,” Jisung groans. He lifts your chin with the hand that’s holding the phone, makes you stare into the lens. “Hi, baby. Say hi to my camera. Gonna save this forever.”

“Hi, oh fuck, Jisung-"

He grins. Wide, filthy, boyish, his hair stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping onto your back.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Gonna make you watch this later. Gonna jerk off to it when you’re not around, fuck, bet you’d like that, huh? Me stroking my cock to the sound of you crying for it?”

He flips the camera to show where you’re connected, your pussy stretched tight, cream pooling around the base of his cock. He spits on your back, rubs it in with his palm, grabs a handful of your ass just to make you squeal.

“Look at that mess. Gosh, look at that mess.”

He drops the phone on the desk, angles it perfectly to catch everything, your red cheeks, your parted lips, the way you push back on him even when you’re moaning no more, no more like a liar. “You’re so fucking greedy,” Jisung pants. “So fucking greedy for my dick. This tight little pussy just can’t get enough, huh?” You choke out a yes and he laughs — breathless, manic. His hand slides around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision go sparkly.

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum like a good girl while daddy records it?”

“Please, please, Ji, need it-”

“Yeah? You need it?” His thrusts get messy, erratic, desperate, his cock twitching inside you. He presses down on your neck until your cheek is flush against the desk, your eyes locked on the phone screen.

“Look at yourself, baby. Look at this sloppy little slut. Look how pretty you are when you break for me.” And when you do break, thighs clamped together, back arching so hard you nearly knock the phone over, Jisung loses it.

He buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing, hot cum spilling deep inside you until it drips down your thighs, pooling on the studio floor. He keeps the camera on it the whole time, low angle, filthy angle, your cunt twitching around him, milking every last drop.

When you’re shaking, boneless, face sticky with sweat and drool, he finally turns the phone off. Or so you think.

Because two hours later, he’s got you in his lap on the studio couch, legs spread, your pretty hole still leaking with his cum. He’s got the video playing on loop in one hand, his other hand between your thighs, two fingers buried inside you.

“You hear that?” he whispers in your ear, voice cracked from overuse. “That’s you, baby. That’s what you sound like when you’re all fucked out for me.” He hits record again, a fresh file, a fresh moan, your voice wrecked and raw, and he saves it to a folder labeled ‘New Album Demos 🐰.’

You’ll find it next time you borrow his phone. Right next to a dozen voice memos of you moaning his name like a prayer.

(필릭스) LEE FELIX

Felix is soft. That’s what you always tell yourself. He’s soft. Sweet. Gentle.

And then his phone comes out , and all that sweetness turns into something darker, stickier, a need to claim every second of you coming undone on video so he can watch it later with his pretty hand around his cock.

“Stay just like that for me, baby.”

You’re on his bed, knees up, panties shoved aside, skirt bunched around your waist like a desperate little doll. Felix has his phone propped up against his pillow, lens angled perfectly to catch the sloppy mess between your thighs.

He’s on his knees in front of you, one hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock, the other teasing two fingers over your soaked folds, spreading you open, pressing against your clit until you squirm.

“Look how pretty you are,” he murmurs, voice deep and warm, dipping into that low, husky growl that makes your cunt flutter. “All spread out for me. So wet — fuck — you’re dripping for the camera, baby.”

You whimper, trying to close your legs. He tsks, grabs your thighs and pushes them wider. “Don’t hide. Let me see. Let the camera see how greedy this pussy is for me.”

When he pushes i, thick cock splitting you open inch by inch, the stretch hits so deep your breath stutters out in a choked moan. Felix groans right back, dropping his forehead to yours, sweat already dripping from his fringe.

“You feel that?” he whispers, hips rolling slow and mean, deep enough to make your eyes roll back. “This is all for you. Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Gonna watch it later and see how fucking sweet you look taking it.”

He lifts his head, glances at the phone screen. Smirks. “Smile for the camera, angel. You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re stuffed full.”

Felix fucks you like he’s recording his life’s work. Slow, deep, filthy. He drags it out, pulls almost all the way out just to slam back in and catch the way your tits bounce on video. He mutters praises in your ear, “good girl,” “such a perfect little hole,” “mine, mine, mine”, punctuating every word with a thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

When you start to cry, he melts. His big hands cradle your jaw, thumbs brushing your tears away, even while he’s splitting you open and stuffing you full.

“Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he coos. “You’re taking it so well. You’re so good for me. So pretty when you cry for my cock.”

When you’re close, when your hips start to stutter and your hands claw at his shoulders, Felix grabs the phone, flips it to face you both in the mirror above his bed. He tilts your chin so you have no choice but to watch.

“Look at that, princess,” he pants, voice cracked. “Look how fucked out you are. Look how you squeeze me so tight, fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry, huh? Gonna make me cum inside this sweet little cunt for the camera?” You nod, babbling his name over and over like a prayer. He just groans, buries his face in your neck, thrusts so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

When Felix cums, he stays inside you. Deep, full, warm. He makes sure the camera catches every twitch, every soft cry from your lips as he floods you until it drips down his thighs.

He pulls back just enough to film the mess, your swollen pussy, his cum leaking out, his fingers pushing it back in with a soft coo of “Stay full for me, angel. Just like that.”

Later, when you’re half-asleep on his chest, you hear him replay it. Soft audio echoing from his phone. Your moans, his filthy praises, the slick sound of him splitting you open.

He kisses your forehead, voice low and wrecked. “Next time, we’re filming it in the shower too. Gotta keep the collection going, baby.”

(승민) KIM SEUNGMIN

It starts because you begged for it.

“Please, Min,” you whine, cheeks flushed, panties already ruined under your skirt. “Please can you record it? Just once?”

He laughs in your face. “You’re disgusting,” he says, voice cold but eyes glittering. “You really want me to film you while I fuck you dumb? So you can watch it back later when I’m not here? Touch yourself to it like a filthy little slut?”

You nod. He hums, amused, tilts your chin up and taps your cheek twice with his palm, not hard but enough to make your cunt clench.

“Fine. But don’t you dare try to act shy when the camera’s on. I want it all.”

So here you are, back pressed to his headboard, knees pulled up to your chest, wrists tied to your own ankles with his belt so you can’t close your legs even if you want to.

He’s sitting between your spread thighs, phone in one hand, his cock in the other, lazily stroking himself as he stares at the mess he’s made between your legs.

“You see that?” he murmurs, angling the camera so it catches your soaked, twitching pussy in perfect detail. “Look how wet you get for me. Fucking embarrassing.”

You try to squirm away, but you can’t move an inch. He laughs, presses the tip of his cock against your clit, just enough to make your hips buck.

“Stay still. I said, stay still. Or I’ll start over.”

When he finally pushes in, he does it slow. Inch by inch, watching your lips part, your head tilt back, watching the tears prick the corners of your eyes when the stretch burns too good.

He catches it all on camera, zooms in on the way your cunt stretches around him, the slick, obscene sound of him bottoming out with a grunt.

“Look at you,” Seungmin huffs, hips grinding deep. “All stuffed full. Acting like this isn’t exactly what you begged for.”

You try to hide your face in your shoulder. He slaps your cheek, sharp enough to sting. “Eyes on the camera.”

He sets a brutal pace, not fast, but deep, deliberate. Each thrust hits so perfect it makes your thighs shake, your breath stutter out in choked little gasps. Seungmin loves those sounds. He tilts the phone to catch your face, your tear-smeared mascara, your drool-slick lips, the way you moan his name like a prayer.

“You hear that, baby? That’s the sound you make when you’re ruined. You sound so fucking pathetic.”

You whimper please, over and over, but he just smirks, fucks into you harder, deeper, pushing your knees back until your thighs press to your chest.

“Please what?” he mocks, voice dripping with condescension. “Please more? Please harder? Please let me cum? You think you’ve earned that?”

He drags his thumb across your spit-slick lips, pushes it past your teeth until you gag. “God, you look so pretty like this. You were made to be filmed. Made to be used.”

When you finally break, thighs trembling, cunt fluttering around him so hard you nearly pass out, Seungmin groans like he’s cumming too, but he doesn’t. Not yet.

He pulls out, strokes himself with one hand, keeps the phone steady with the other, aims it right at your ruined pussy, your hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled again.

“You want my cum?” he huffs, voice all mock affection. “Beg for it. Beg for the camera.” You do, voice raw, throat sore, spit and tears smeared down your chin.

When he cums, he paints your cunt with it, thick ropes across your folds, your thighs, your swollen clit, then pushes two fingers inside, shoving it all back in while you writhe under him.

“Keep it in,” Seungmin growls, camera capturing every twitch of your overstimmed hole. “Wanna see how much leaks out later when you can’t hold it anymore.”

When it’s done, when you’re shaking and used and half-conscious, he tosses the phone beside you, cups your jaw, kisses you sweet and slow.

Then he smirks, voice soft but wicked in your ear. “You better not touch yourself when you watch this. If you do, I’ll know.”

(아이엔) YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin plays dumb. That’s his whole act. He blushes when you flirt. Laughs nervously when you pout at him. Stammers when you beg him to fuck you like he means it.

But then he does. And he never forgets to grab his phone first.

“Don’t look so surprised, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and sticky sweet. He’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, panties around one ankle, skirt pushed up so high it might as well be gone. “You wanted to show me how desperate you are? Guess you don’t mind showing my camera too.”

He taps his phone against your lower back, the soft vibration of it buzzing when he flips to record. Your eyes go wide in the reflection of the microwave door, hair a mess, lipstick smeared, thighs shaking.

“You look so fucking cute like this,” Jeongin purrs, pressing his cockhead against your dripping pussy, not giving you an inch yet. “All pretty and dumb and ready to be ruined in HD.”

You try to complain, Jeongin, someone could walk in, but he just laughs, low and cruel.

“Aww. Scared you’ll get caught? You should be more worried about what this camera’s catching. Open wider. Wanna see that greedy hole swallow me.”

When he pushes in, it’s fast. No warning, no teasing, just one sharp thrust that makes your hips slam the counter edge and your voice break on a sob.

“Oh my god, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, phone aimed right at the mess where you’re stretched around him. “You hear that? Listen to yourself, baby. Listen to how wet you get for me.”

He drags out every sound, slick, sticky, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in your tiny kitchen like a filthy cooking show gone so, so wrong.

“You gonna cum already?” Jeongin teases, voice soft but mean, one hand gripping your throat to tilt your head back for the camera. “God, you’re so easy. Bet you’ll watch this later with your hand between your legs, huh? Rewind your own whines like a fucking porn star.”

You choke out a yes, yes, please, want it, and he moans, the sound wrecked and desperate as he snaps his hips faster. “Yeah? Then say hi for me. Say hi to future you.” “Hi, fuck, hi-” “That’s my good girl.”

When you cum, he doesn’t stop. Of course he doesn’t. He pulls out just enough to let you feel empty, then shoves back in hard, grinding so deep you swear you feel him in your belly.

“Such a mess,” Jeongin pants, phone still rolling as he bites your shoulder, his other hand sliding under to rub your clit raw. “Can’t even stay quiet, fuck, baby, ’m gonna fill you up so pretty for the camera. Gonna watch it later and jerk off to my own cum leaking out of this pussy.”

When he finishes, it’s sloppy, mean, he pulls out slow just to film the way his cum spills down your thighs, smearing across the countertop. He laughs, soft but breathless, as you tremble under him.

“You should thank me,” Jeongin murmurs, kissing your shoulder sweet and sharp. “Most girls don’t get to star in their own private porn.”

When you catch him watching it later, headphones in, eyes half-lidded, fist wrapped around his cock while your own voice moans from his phone, he just smirks at you through his lashes.

“Better than any video I could find online, baby. Now come here and help me make another one.”

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Dc x Dp prompt

so we all know the trope of Danny going to Gotham getting sprayed by joker venom or fear gas and instead it works like laughing gas, truth serum, or doesn’t affect him at all because ghost metabolism. Well riddle me this, what if fear gas and joker venom were ghost alcohol.

So we know that in the Dp universe some ghosts feed on emotion, and fear gas and joker venom trigger certain emotions. So what if in the ghost zone fear gas and joker venom are rare sought after alcohol, that is only sold in the top ghost zone bars.

Just Imagine on day Danny decides to visit Gotham wether it be a ghost attack or him trying to take a vacation, anyway Fenton luck hits and the city gets doused in fear toxin because scarecrow is testing out his latest batch of fear toxin on the people of Gotham. Danny seeing everyone scared jumps into action and defeats scarecrow. While getting shot in the face with fear toxin witch is like tossing back 5 vodka shots.

when the Batfam arrives they see a twig of a boy tying up scarecrow and his goons. So naturally Batman asks what happened.

Batfam: what happend did you do this

Danny drained of adrenaline: Nnnooooo???

Batman: who are you

Danny drunk of his feet: I am the night, I am vengeance, I am bat babe

batfam: *snort* been a while since we heated that one

Danny: wanna see a magic trick *hick*

Danny stumbling into a wall: tada I walked right through. Hehehe

Batfam watching in disbelief: is he drunk

Everyone looking towards Black Bat:…

Black Bat: 😡😤😒 *looks towards Danny* you okay??

Danny blushing brighter then a tomato: *hick* your so pretty, will you marry me?

batfam: WHAT!?!?!