#how to fight smut

[locomoqo]

first time for everything

— taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, protected, its reader's first time!

A/N: WAHHH HI TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS (I lost ur rq while editing im so sorry TT) i hope i did ur request right!!! kinda went overboard with this (wc 2.1k lolol) also one down on my list yippee!!

Taehoon isn't known for being expressive. Stoic and cold, he's got the looks and the body, but ask any girl he’s dated before, and they'll tell you he was distant, maybe even an ass. But ever since meeting Hobin and the rest of the group, he’s started to change, little by little. He still keeps up that tough exterior around others, but when he's with you? That facade crumbles, piece by piece, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He still remembers the first time he met you, and to be honest, he didn’t care much for you back then. But over time, he began searching for your presence in every room he walked into, his hands instinctively seeking yours whenever you were near.

He’s realized something important: he could exist without you, sure, but living without you? That’s something entirely different.

So, he’s been trying—trying to be romantic, to show his affection, just like tonight. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. You and Taehoon had planned a simple night out: dinner, followed by a quiet stroll through the city. The weather was fine when you left, the sky clear, and neither of you bothered checking the forecast.

But, of course, halfway through your walk, the sky darkened ominously. The first raindrop hit Taehoon’s cheek, and before you could even register what was happening, it was pouring. The kind of downpour where even an umbrella wouldn’t have been much help—not that you had one.

His hand found yours as the rain came down in sheets, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes almost immediately. “C’mon, we’ve got to find shelter.” he said as he put his jacket over your head. You both broke into a sprint, your shoes sloshing in the growing puddles, water splattering up your legs as you ran.

After a few minutes of dashing through the rain-soaked streets, you found temporary cover beneath the awning of a small convenience store. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering occasionally as if protesting the weather.

“I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon,” Taehoon muttered, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check the weather. It was almost as if he had been cursed today because, to his surprise, his phone was dead. You shivered, your wet clothes clinging to your skin like a second, uncomfortable layer.

“So… now what?” you ask, trying to sound optimistic, but even you could hear the weariness in your voice. He scanned the street, brows furrowed. Most places were either closed or looked far too expensive for a short stay. But then his gaze caught something in the distance—a neon pink sign glowing faintly through the mist of rain.

A love hotel.

His gaze drifts over to you, observing your tired and freezing state. His gaze drifts back to the hotel, it’s embarrassing, but you’re both soaked, cold, and honestly exhausted. “...I have an idea.” He hesitantly suggests the idea of staying at the love hotel for the night. You followed his gaze, spotting the hotel’s unmistakable pink glow.

A sigh escaped your lips, half-amused and half-resigned. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d ever imagined staying in, especially not under these circumstances, but you were soaked to the bone, and the idea of a warm, dry room was becoming more appealing by the second.

“Sure I guess we don’t have much of a choice,” you say with a nod, your voice tinged with humor despite the absurdity of it all. With a shrug and a mutual understanding, the two of you dash through the rain once more, making your way towards the hotel entrance.

The lobby was clean but unmistakably catered to a certain type of clientele. Soft, suggestive lighting bathed the room in a warm glow. The hotel clerk barely looked up as you approached, not fazed in the slightest by the soggy couple in front of her. Clearly, she’d seen it all before.

You can’t help but laugh a little at the situation as she handed the keycard to him. “Never thought our first stay at a love hotel would be like this,” you joke, nudging Taehoon with your shoulder. He only grumbles and nudges you back, pocketing the keycard before walking off to go to your room.

“Well… this is cozy,” you said with a small laugh, trying to break the tension. You grabbed one of the complimentary robes from the closet, grateful for something dry to wear. Taehoon did the same, tossing his soaking wet jacket over the back of a chair.

The robe was soft against your skin, warming you almost instantly. You both slipped into the large bed, the thick blankets swallowing you up in their warmth. Despite the slightly awkward circumstances, the room itself was comfortable, and you found yourself relaxing into the plush pillows. The rain outside continued its relentless rhythm, drumming softly against the windows. It was oddly soothing now that you were out of it, tucked away in a cozy room with nothing to do but rest (or at least that’s what you thought).

Taehoon watched you for a moment before he reached out, his hand finding yours under the blankets. He didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The sudden contact has you turning your head to him, “What?” You ask with a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “Nothing.” He says, “You just look pretty in this lighting.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. You giggle at his words, “Is this really the Taehoon Seong I know?” You joke, shuffling under the sheets to get closer to him. 

The space between you narrows, your eyes flickering briefly to his lips. That subtle movement prompts his hand to slide to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. It was meant to be soft, sweet—just a gentle press of lips. But when his leg accidentally grazes against your core, drawing a soft moan from you, he instinctively rolls you onto your back, hovering over you. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense than either of you intended.

He nudges his knee against your heat again, and the needy whine that escapes your lips spurs him on. Your hand guides him to your breast, slipping it beneath the fabric of your robe. His thumb circles the sensitive peak, the kiss growing even deeper, as if testing the limits. Your hands tremble slightly before finding their place on his chest, pressing gently against the warmth of his skin. The lingering kiss stirs something between you, a tension that had been building all night.

You’ve been here before—kissing, touching, letting your hands roam—but tonight feels different. There's an urgency in the way he touches you, a hunger that hasn't surfaced before. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a heated path in their wake. The soft sigh that escapes your mouth only encourages him further, as your body arches into his touch.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice thick with desire but still filled with care.

You nod, breath catching in your throat as his hand slides your robe open, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast. Meeting his gaze, you see the mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes, and it sends your heart racing.

“Taehoon…” you whisper, and he hums in response. “You know how we’ve never actually...done it before?” you ask, your voice hesitant. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What if we changed that? Tonight?”

His brow furrows slightly, processing your words. “Are you...sure?”

“Yes.” You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his arms, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers. With that, the atmosphere shifts. The kiss becomes hungrier, more insistent, your bodies pressing together as the heat between you both rises. His hands explore your body with newfound confidence, pulling you closer until there’s hardly any space left between you. Anticipation builds, making your pulse race.

A mix of excitement and nervousness washes over you, but it’s overpowered by how much you want this. How much you want him.

Taehoon pulls back for a moment, his hands cradling your face with such gentleness, grounding you amidst the growing intensity. He looks at you like you’re his entire world.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When you nod again, he stares at you for a moment longer, feeling his restraint slowly breaking.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises, his voice soft but heavy with desire.

His hand ventures lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his long, slender fingers sliding effortlessly against the slickness of your arousal. You bite your lip as he smiles, murmuring, “Already so wet.” He glances at you briefly, then back down at the glistening wetness between your thighs.

Throwing the covers over his head, he adjusts himself on the bed, moving closer to your core. A shiver runs through you as he pulls your underwear down, and a sharp gasp escapes when his tongue traces a slow line between your folds. Instinctively, you want to close your legs, but he holds them apart, his grip firm.

The way he devours you is intoxicating, and you can feel the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside. He knows exactly how it's affecting you—the sounds spilling from your lips make him grind against the bed, chasing some of his own relief.

“T–Taehoon-!” you moan, and that's when he decides to bring his fingers into play. He thrusts them inside you with deliberate, powerful movements, causing your thighs to tremble and your moans to come faster. He hums against your core, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you. The knot in your stomach tightens with every precise curl of his fingers and the attention his tongue gives your clit.

It's clear this isn’t his first time. You know it’s not. But it’s the first time he’s doing this with genuine intent to please, rather than just seeking a quick release. As you come undone beneath him, he withdraws his fingers slowly, savoring the taste of you. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before leaning up and pressing his lips to yours again. Your hands fumble with his shirt while he works to remove his pants. He breaks the kiss, his gaze shifting to the bedside table.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused by the sudden pause. He opens the drawer, pulling out a condom.

“Protection,” he says simply, tearing the packet open with his teeth. You giggle, “You should do that more often.”

“Are you implying we’re going to be doing this more often?” he asks with a smirk, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Well, that depends,” you tease, a playful smile on your lips, “on whether or not you do our first time justice.” Taehoon rolls his eyes but there’s a touch of seriousness in the air. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?” he quietly says, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Slowly, he eases himself inch by inch into you. You gasp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you adjust to his size. He stays still, giving you time to get used to the feeling. “You alright?” he groans, pressing gentle kisses to your face, wiping away your tears. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking. “M–Mhm,” you manage, squeezing his hand as you exhale shakily. He begins to move, dragging his length out slowly before thrusting back in, drawing a sharp moan from your lips.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, your body trembling as he finds a steady rhythm. He starts slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but soon his pace quickens. Your soft walls grip him with each stroke, and his breathing grows heavy as you pull at his hair, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. The sound of your moans drives him wild, his own deep groans mingling with yours.

“You feel so good, too good,” he grunts, burying his face in your neck, biting and kissing as he continues to move. Your moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as sweat beads on your skin, your head lolling to the side.

“I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum–!” you pant, legs tightening around his waist as you approach your peak. Taehoon’s thrusts become more urgent, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice strained with desire.

You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Taehoon follows soon after, his movements slowing as he cums into the condom, his body finally coming to rest.

“So,” he starts, lifting his head from your neck with a smug grin, “did I do our first time some justice?”

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[emmcfrxst]

jason todd swears like a sailor whenever you ride him. the visual of your body on top of his, the feeling of your hands on his chest and your cunt fluttering around him, the sweet sounds of your moans and mewls— everything about getting ridden makes jason’s dick hard and turns his brain to mush

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[im-a-freaking-joy]

CALLING ALL EXMORMONS/PIMOS

i have a proposition- lets all write the nastiest, most unhinged, atrocious mormon themed smut that we possibly can. It was honestly weirdly healing for me to read wild ass smut on ao3 that was themed around the religion and not the musical, and i want it to become such a popular trend for exmos and pimos to start doing that they have to start vagueing about it in general conference. It doesnt have to be good. It just needs to *be.*

Once im done writing my Ammon×Lamoni smut fic I'm absolutely reblogging this post with the link added, please join me in this unhinged rebellion

[backmarkerr]

Winter Pitstop moodboard by the wonderful @racingghost

[crystalflygeo]

Safeword. ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: a bit of anxiety/panic attack, bit of dirty talk but it's all praise, bit of nipple play and fingering, safeword use, bondage (tied arms, blindfold) hurt/comfort, aftercare, just reader in general dealing with negative feelings but being comforted PLEASE BE WARNED IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. READ THE TAGS.

notes: I literally just woke up and wrote this in a rush in my phone lmao what. Listen my mood jumps between depressed and horny and I've always loved safeword use and aftercare done right, it is very important and intimate. Also who doesn't want Zhongli softly soothing and kissing them? I almost made this gender neutral reader but I ended up being self indulgent so sorry.

Everything felt hot, too hot, but not in a good way. It was... sticky, ah, uncomfortable.

You squirm a little, shifting on your legs until you feel Zhongli's hands slowly caress your skin, making you shiver. His breath fans your neck "Good girl.” He mumbles at your shoulder, and kisses there.

Yes, this was fine. This is what you wanted, to just let go and release that pent up energy.

Right?

"Hmm... you've been so stressed lately, darling, haven't you?" His strong hands start massaging and kneading at your shoulders and you groan, it feels pretty good.

Until one of his palms lowers to your chest and starts playing with one of your nipples and you hiss. It hardens under his attention, sure, but feels... odd, it kind of hurts.

You shift again awkwardly, and the rope holding your wrists together digs into your skin.

You don't know what's wrong but something is. You don't feel the same lightheadedness as usual, in fact you're hyperaware, parted lips panting but the pressure is not on your lower belly, it’s at your chest instead. It feels cold, empty, oppressive.

Your hands clench into fists and you whimper.

Zhongli kisses around your chest down to your navel and that feels good too, tender, loving. His voice soothes you, even though you feel oddly disconnected.

"You look so beautiful my dear, laid out like this."

Did you really? The anxiety starts gnawing at you, body tense. Your mind is far away, going over some dumb mistake you made some days ago, some stupid thing you said last week...

You've been so frustrated lately, feeling sad, and angry, and disappointed and-

Zhongli's thumb circles over your clit and you gasp and keen, hips jerking on reflex.

Oh. That felt good, but-

But then why did you feel so wrong?

"Z-Zhongli." You hiccup. Voice wobbly, you feel your eyes start to water. What is wrong with you? You're suffocating. Choked up. Sweaty and awkward and-

His fingers dip inside you and you clench on them, crying out.

"Fuck... Y/N you're so tight." He rasps.

It's too much, you can't, you can't-

"Hng r-red. Red!"

In an instant you feel the mattress dip and shift with his weight as Zhongli quickly takes off your blindfold, and just like that the damn breaks. You start crying and hyperventilating as he curses and immediately frees your hands.

"Y/N, my love, are you alright? I'm so sorry." He starts, and though his voice is leveled as ever you can feel the slight stutter of panic. "It's alright, everything is okay, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, crying into your hands, you want to tell him it's not him. It's never him. But words fail you, you breath stutters.

You know he won't touch you without explicit permission, so you lean into him, your smaller frame trembling as you press closer to his chest. You need this. You need him.

"May I embrace you darling?" You nod frantically and feel his arms curl around you just so slightly, as to not make you feel trapped. One of his hands sweeps your hair over your shoulder and starts rubbing circles on your back, soft. "Is this alright?" He asks.

You nod and try to find your voice again "S-sorry. Sorry... don't k-know... wh-what's wrong."

Zhongli shushes you gently. "Please my love breathe, focus on calming down, slowly. It's ok. Just breathe. I'm so glad you used your safeword. You did well."

You placed a hand at your chest feeling your fast paced heartbeat and trying to calm down a little, regulating your breathing, leaning onto his comfortable touch and words.

You made Zhongli worry, you panicked out of nowhere and still don't know why, you feel dumb, needy, annoying. "S-sorry I'm-" You sob. "Don't know what's wrong...” You repeat unable to find words to express that creeping cold numb feeling that took hold you. “Please d-don't be upset." You add quietly.

You hear him sigh, his hand never stopping tracing soft shapes on your skin. "May I kiss you?" He asked instead and you gave a weak nod. Zhongli planted a soft kiss on your hair, on your forehead. "My dear, I would never be upset. I love you. I'd never wish to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry I didn't notice in time." Zhongli sighs again, heavy. "But right now, I need you to calm down, you don't have to explain or apologize at all, what matters is that you're safe, and I'm here for you for anything you need."

Your eyes flutter close and minutes pass by while he holds you, whispering sweet nothings, your breathing calming down to a steady rhythm. You place a small fleeting kiss against his shoulder and he replied by nuzzling at the top of your head. After a while, you shift and look up at him, red puffy eyes staring at his beautiful cor lapis ones.

"Better?" He asks, swiping his thumb over your cheek tenderly. You nod. "Would you like to eat something? Or I can prepare a bath for you?"

Oh he's so doting, your heart flutters. "Zhongli I'm- I'm sorry I didn't want to make you worry." You can see he's holding back from objecting again but lets you continue. "It's just... I've been so stressed lately and I thought, if we... played... I could let out all that. I-It did feel good! But then it was just... too much. I don't know." You avert your gaze. “It wasn’t you I promise, I just got overwhelmed and everything felt… wrong.”

Zhongli caresses your cheek with his knuckles softly "As I said, you have nothing to apologize for dear, and I'm glad you spoke up. I'd be happy to offer you whatever support you want and take care of you. You're beautiful, hardworking, strong, kind, and I love you."

You feel your cheeks heat slightly and let out a small smile. You're truly literally blessed to have him. "C-Can I... take you up on that bath offer?"

He chuckles, and it's so refreshing. "Of course." He kisses you again and you nuzzle into his touch this time.

"I love you too, Zhongli. Thank you."

[devastatedloyallute]

"Call Out My Name" -18+ GuitarSpear Smut Fic 💕

//For the love of fuck if you're a minor, Do Not Interact. make good choices. This is my own little guilty pleasure fic~ [Read on AO3]

Summary: Lute didn’t come to training today, Adam goes to her studio apartment to find out why. Warnings: 18+, Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Kinks, Oral Sex (female receiving), Creampie, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Size Difference, Overstimulation, First Time? Fluff, Pregnancy Mentioned 😗 Disclaimer!! This is my first time writing a smut fic, so please don't come for me too hard 😜💕

“Where the fuck is she?” Adam questioned to himself under his breath. He scanned over the horde of exorcist women, which were splitting off into pairs to spar with each other. 

The lights on his mask shifted into a skeptical scowl, “That’s not like her…” Adam cleared his throat before announcing, “Alright ladies, you know the drill. Get to it.” 

They shouted back in acknowledgement as he turned his back to them and began walking away, pausing for a second to point his finger into the air, “Remember, no hair pulling! For fuck’s sake, you’re grown ass adults, that’s pussy shit.”

*****

As Adam stepped in front of her apartment door, he heard the sound of faint moans. He pressed his ear against the door to get a clearer listen. Soft, muffled pants, clearly from Lute trying to keep her voice down.

‘ Is she fucking cheating on me? I will fucking end whoever’s in there with her. I fucking swear- ’ The screen of his mask glitched as his brows furrowed in agitation, a chill covered his skin, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His fingers twitched until they were pulled into fists. He was just about to break her fucking door in when– 

He heard his name slip pleadingly from her lips. 

‘ Oh. ’ His eyes widened as a mix of surprise and relief washed over him. He continued to listen to her whimpers, imagining what she could be doing, what she was thinking about. What she was picturing him doing to her. A growing erection was making itself known at the thought. 

He imagined her fingers soaked and plunging themselves into her hot cavern. Maybe she was using a toy, or grinding herself on a pillow covered with his shirt. Fuck would he love to be watching her. 

‘ Wait. I could make her fantasies reality. I just have to go in there… ’ He debated for a bit longer before knocking, and as he did he heard her startled gasp.

Rightfully mortified, Lute quickly threw on a bathrobe and answered the door. Her face bright with embarrassment, she stared up at him like a deer in headlights. His mask had a blush lit across it, unaware that was even a possibility. She peered out her doorway in both directions and pulled him into the room and quickly shut the door. 

“What are you doing here?!” She asked through gritted teeth.

“What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing?? You ditched training! That’s un-fucking-like you. And for what? Masturbating?” Adam tossed his arms up, “Fuck, Lute. I thought for a second you were fucking cheating on me. What with all the moaning and shit.”

Lute crossed her arms over her chest and avoided making eye contact , choosing to stare at the floor, “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think it was best to go…In my current state.” She

“What? The state of being horny?!” Adam took his mask off and tossed it to the floor. “Shit, Babe, I mean I know we haven’t really had the chance to fuck since we got together ‘cause all this work shit, but fuck. Seriously thought you had found someone else’s dick to sit on.”

Lute stood awkwardly, squeezing her thighs together to give slight relief to her arousal from before, “Of course not. But it has been…frustrating, to say the least. I didn’t expect to get carried away and neglect what time it was. It won’t happen again, Sir.”

Adam let out a minorly frustrated sigh through his nose before shooting her a grin, “Soo, what were you fantasizing about?”

She continued to avoid his gaze and did not answer, her eyes locked on the floor.

He pursed his lips and looked away in thought. He narrowed his eyes at her, “Well, we’ve got the time now…Technically.” She raised her eyes up to see him smiling at her. “Want to see what sex with the Dickmaster is actually like?” Adam suggested while enticingly raising his eyebrows at her.

She looked at him a bit hesitant, before changing her focus when realizing he was serious. Giving him a seductive smirk, she rolled her eyes towards the bed with a tilt.

He shed his robe, revealing a black tank top and boxers underneath. His large golden wings shimmering in the sunlight that was coming in from the window as they stretched out. He discarded his remaining clothes before he laid himself onto her bed, propping himself up on his elbow. 

Adam eagerly watched her as she approached, eyeing her up and down. He sucked in his lip as she dropped her silky black bathrobe off her shoulders and watched as it fell to the floor, unveiling her toned figure. He was mesmerized by the curve of her hips, her strong, thick thighs that were littered with faded scars, the glow of her porcelain skin. The way her hair beautifully framed her face. He was prepared to savor every moment of this. 

He felt her eyes boring into him, so he held out his hand palm up and curled his fingers in, motioning her over. She stood at the bedside, before stepping up onto the mattress and stood over Adam’s chest. She knelt so that her knees were set on either side of him, beginning to slide down to his waist to straddle him. He placed his hands around her waist and firmly squished her plump ass cheeks. He slowly shook his head in protest, “Ah ah, I want a taste first,” as he guided her by the hips to his awaiting face. 

Her cheeks flushed at his gentle touch, and a soft gasp escaped as he flattened his tongue, licking up her slit. “Ahhh-” She instinctively moved her hands to cover her mouth to suppress any future involuntary noises. 

Adam swiftly grasped both her wrists in his large hand, the other still on her hip for her stability. He grinned against her before focusing in on her clit and giving it a few flicks. The sounds that escape from her lips are like music to his ears. He moved his tongue in distinct motions, spelling out his name against her warm walls. 

A

D

A

M 

The more she wriggled and twitched, the tighter he held her down, aiming to explore each and every spot with his tongue. He gave her light taps with the fingers on her hip and slightly tugged upwards on her wrists, indicating for her to rise. 

Once she did, she looked down at him. His golden eyes were almost unnoticeable due to how dilated his pupils were, nearly taking up the majority of his irises. 

After catching his breath and giving her a gleeful smile, he pulled her hips back down and dove into her folds, carefully circling her bud with the tip of his tongue. He hummed amusedly into her when hearing her try to fight back her pleasurable screams. 

He felt her body start to shake as her walls began to spasm around nothing. Adam tenderly ran his hand up her side and gently raked his nails back down. He sucked on her clit and at her entrance as she rode through her orgasm. Lute’s moans couldn’t and wouldn’t be held back. She had absentmindedly begun to grind against his mouth. He wasn’t going to complain, he happily lapped at her juices like he hadn’t had water a day in his life. 

As her high faded, Lute slumped forward over him, panting and swallowing for air. Adam led her hips down to his and she laid tiredly atop his chest. He let out a prideful huff as he wiped his mouth with his arm. He set his hand on her shoulder blades between her wings and rubbed in small circles.

“So much for ‘Dickmaster’. More like “Tonguemaster’,” Lute said toyingly at him with a chuckle as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh, Babe, I’m nowhere near done,” Adam said with a devilish grin.

She lifted her head to look at him with surprise, her eyes wide with both curiosity and a twinge of fear.

“I was just giving you a quick break. Let’s see if we can keep count of how many times you’ve come by the time I’m through~” 

Lute narrowed her eyes at him, returning a devilish smile of her own, “Okay. Deal.”

“You’re real eager, huh? I’m gonna be honest, I was kinda expecting you to be a bit more…Dommy mommy, ya know?” 

Lute pressed her face into his chest and mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

“Give me a break, I really wasn’t prepared for this…” She said louder.

Adam chuckled and ran his hand over her hair, “You’re adorable, Babe.” 

She gave him a frustrated pout, “Oh, I’ll show you adorable alright.” 

“So then, I take it you’re ready?” Adam asked with a smirk. She nodded and went to move down him, only to be held in place, giving him a confused look. 

He gestured with his eyes to his cock, which had a substantial amount of pre-come glistening from its tip and was trailing down the underside of his shaft. He pat his thigh and shot her a grin with an eyebrow wiggle.

She glanced between his cock and back to his eyes. “U-um, how in the fuck? You think that’s going to fit?” She asked as she pointed back at herself. She turned and compared his length to that of her hand and wrapped her hand around the middle of it, her fingers barely touching. She licked her lips, looking on in astonishment.

“I know, intimidating, but don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. My aim is to please after all,” he modestly boasted with a purr. She didn’t really register that last part, but went to attempt to fit his girth into her mouth, only for Adam to pull her back by her hair. He was a little rougher than he intended to be, “Woah! Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

She looked at him with big eyes, “Isn’t this what you were suggesting, Sir?”

“No, you silly bitch,” he said with a light chuckle. “Come back up here.” She climbed back over to straddle his waist and waited for instruction. He gripped her hips and guided her above his dick, beginning to slowly lower her down. He could tell she was a bit apprehensive, understandably, given their difference in stature.

“I’ve got you, Babe. I’ll ease you through it,” his voice sweet and sultry, unlike she’d ever heard it before. He lowered her slowly until his tip slipped inside and she let out another involuntary moan. He gave her a moment to adjust before sinking her down a bit farther. Her legs began to shake and he raised her back up slightly, while giving her praises. “You’re doing so good, Babe. Halfway there.”  

Lute found his self restraint and patience astounding, it was objectively different than how he appeared in public. After she had gotten used to her walls shifting to accommodate him being inside her, she lowered herself the rest of the way down his shaft. She sat for a moment, trying to allow herself to relax and fully adjust to him. His tip was nestled against her cervix, which felt both amazing and just the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

Adam reached for her face and cupped her cheek, “That’s my girl, I knew you could do it.” She set her hand over his and nuzzled against it. He ran his hands along her sides and down to her thighs, “You doing okay? Not too uncomfortable?”  

She shook her head, “I'm alright, Sir.” 

“You ready?” He asked softly as he slowly started to rock against her and she gave him a whimper in response to his movements. “You set the pace, Babe.”

She let out a shaky breath as she raised herself halfway up his shaft before dropping back down, sending a shockwave through her body. 

“Easy there, tiger, don’t fuckin’ hurt yourself,” Adam remarked with a chortle while he rubbed up her sides comfortingly. “You’re already not gonna be walking tomorrow, but I don’t want that to be because you were careless.”

Lute grimaced at his words. ‘ Me? Careless? ’  She found her balance and began to bounce herself on him, not letting herself sink all the way down this time. Adam let out his own pleasured puffs as he pressed his head back into the pillows as she rode him, not daring to interrupt her rhythm. His hand held her hip while the other ventured down to rub soft circles on her clit. She grinded against his thumb as she continued to slide along his cock. She let out a louder moan and covered her mouth to muffle herself. 

Adam removed his hand from her folds and pulled her hand from her mouth. She had stopped her movements. He thrust up into her, his tip nestled her cervix again, making another noise escape, “You better keep those fucking hands away from your mouth before I tie them behind your back.” 

Lute nodded and swallowed, blissfully unaware of what he had actually said, too caught up in her own ecstasy. 

“Good girl, I want to hear all of the sounds you make,” Adam brought her hand to his mouth, kissing it before wrapping his tongue around her finger and pulling it into his mouth. 

She had found a new rhythm and he matched it, meeting her on her way down. Her cries of pleasure continued, her voice beginning to get shaky and her rhythm became sporadic. Her moans turned to heavy panting and a slur of pleas. 

 Adam felt her walls tighten around his cock as she continued to bounce on him, her twitching pussy taking him with her movements. He sucked in an inhale through his teeth, keeping his own noises down and focusing hard to not come yet. 

Lute slammed herself down against him, her pleas becoming desperate, “Fuck, please. Please come inside me.”

Adam contently laid back with firm hands on her hips until she was finished, “I will, babe. Just not yet.” 

Through panted breaths she replied, “What? Why not?”

“‘Cause I’m still not done with you yet,” he said while giving her a small thrust, to which she whined in response from the oversensitivity. “Or are you wanting to call it quits?” Adam teased with a raised brow.

She pulled herself off of his shaft and laid beside him, out of breath, “No. Just need a minute. Holy shit. How- how the fuck..are you still-“

“Lots of edging and endurance. And I mean a lot,” he rested his hand on the back of her head. “Besides, I need to make sure you’re totally satisfied before I can be done. It’s all about your pleasure, not mine.”

Lute rested her hand over his chest,her eyes wanting to drift closed, “You’re crazy. That’s sexy as fuck, but you’re actually crazy.” She patted his chest, “Actually, I don’t know how much longer I can go. Tag in.”

Adam smirked and kissed her sweaty forehead, strands of hair clinging to it, “Okay, get ready for your big finale then.” 

He hovered above her small frame, taking in all her beauty. How the late afternoon sun lit up her features and reflected in her eyes. He kissed her lips –disregarding her cower from tasting herself on his lips– and peppered kisses from her jaw down her chest and stomach. He brought the light kisses back up her abdomen until he reached her perfect little breasts. He circled a nipple lightly with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth as he kneaded the other mound. With a *pop* Adam switched over to the opposite tit and repeated the actions to it.

Lute raked her fingers through his hair as he suckled and kneaded, pulling at his hair in retaliation when he got too rough on them. Adam worked his way back down her body and once he got to the dip of her hip he gave it a little nibble. It must have tickled because Lute jerked away from him while stifling a giggle. That of course meant he needed to do the same to the otherside.

He found his way back down to the lips of her nether region, and softly slipped his tongue between her folds and nibbled her now overly sensitive bud. She flinched at the sensation but Adam firmly held her thighs apart. He continued to give kitten licks until he felt her relax in his hold. His eyes rose to meet hers. Her face was flushed, but no longer from embarrassment, but arousal and exhaustion. 

He smiled at her before bringing her knees over his shoulders.  “Bet you’ll love this next part~” Adam purred as he slowly eased his cock into her entrance. She whimpered a little but Adam cupped her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, “Shh, I’ve got you. That’s it, baby, all the way,” bringing her knees nearly beside her head. Lute felt her guts being pushed aside to accommodate him once more. This position was so much more intense than the previous. 

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he placed a kiss on her forehead and the quietest whisper of ‘ I love you ’ and ‘ I’m sorry ’ leaked from his lips. Before she could register his words, he pulled out fast and rammed roughly back into her.

A string of curses and moans spilled from her mouth as his cock bullied against her cervix. A jolt of electricity shot through her with each thrust. Her lungs were fighting to retain air, with the wind being knocked out of her repeatedly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his skin. Her wails of pleasure were only adding strength to his drive. She grabbed at the base of one of his wings, causing him to let out a grunt of his own and involuntarily jerk into her harder. 

She felt that familiar sensation of a coil binding so tightly that it was about to snap. She pleaded with him again to come inside her, to come with her. Lute’s tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, complete with her tongue sticking out from her open mouth, panting like a bitch in heat.

Adam slowed his pace and grinned down at her, sweat beading off his temples. “I plan on it. You just gotta do one thing for me, Lute~”

Her eyes were glossed over. “Anything, Sir. I’ll do it,” she panted.

“Say my name,”

Lute tried to bury her face in the pillows, embarrassed by something so nerve racking and intimate. They had always been close, but only recently made their relationship official. Calling out given names during the act made her feel uneasy for unknown reasons.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Lutey?” He teased, rocking against her. “Is it so wrong to call me by my name? Hm?”

Lute looked back into his eyes and bit her lip. Feeling embarrassed to have to meet an ultimatum just to get what she wanted. Embarrassed to feel so needy and desperate. 

“Hmm, well. Guess we’ll have to stop then,” he said as he slowly began to withdraw himself from her wonderful pussy.

“N-no!” She pleaded as she held tightly onto his forearm.

He smirked down at her, “Then come on, it’s not that hard~”

Lute pouted at him defeatedly, “…Fine. But I want you to bite my neck when I do.”

Adam raised his brows at her request, “Alright, didn’t think you were into that freaky shit, but I like it.” He picked back up his pace, thrusting into her, with her breathy moans becoming longer. 

She clawed at his back, “Fuck, I’m close.” 

He licked up her neck, hovering over the perfect spot to leave a mark. Just waiting for her to say the magic word.  “Ahh, please, Sir…” A powerful nudge interrupted her, one that for sure would leave a bruise. “Aghh, I- A-adam…”

Adam gave her another strong, deep thrust, “Louder, baby. Just a little more.” He was going to make damn sure that everyone in this apartment building knew she was his, and his only.

“Please Adam! Please, fuck, I need you. I need you to fill me up. Fuck me so deep, put a baby in me!” 

He was already sold on the first ‘I need you’ but hearing those words unlocked something feral in him. He did as she had asked, biting into the curve of her neck while giving her his best thrusts. He felt her walls convulse around him and her fluids surround his cock. He did as she commanded and came into her welcoming womb, riding through the wave of her high.

He didn’t stop pumping into her once her high ceased though. He kept going through his adrenaline high. She whined for him to stop, her pussy so full and sore. 

He reluctantly obeyed, painstakingly removing himself from her. Her legs lamely slid down until they were on the bed. He sat back and watched her as she recovered. Watching her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Seeing how his load dripped from her entrance, his body still shaking from the high. That primal instinct to plug up that hole, to not allow anymore of his seed to escape. 

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Nope, not done yet.” He grabbed her hips and in a swift motion flipped her onto her stomach, “Ass up, beautiful. One last position, let’s go.”

She gave a faint protest, but her attitude quickly shifted into pure bliss as he slid himself into her sopping wet hole effortlessly. He grabbed her hair and forced her head into the pillows, slamming into her unapologetically. Her cries were being muffled by pillows, but this time he didn’t care. He was chasing his own high now.  

With his free hand he reached for the base of her wings and roughly held them. He pulled her hair back, getting a pained and pleasured cry leaving her throat, followed by a sickly sweet moan of his name that pushed him over the edge. Just the last little push he needed. He forced the last drops of seed from his cock into her overflowing pussy.  He needed to keep all his come inside of her. He gave just a few more pumps for good measure before pulling out for the last time today. 

Coming down from his high, he soothingly rubbed the base of her wings, “You okay?”

She tiredly sat up and leaned against him, “Yeah, you?” 

Adam kissed her forehead and brought his hand over her shoulder. “Other than my back being torn apart, yeah. Those nails of yours hurt like hell,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Adam grabbed her chin and tilted it up, “Hey, don’t you apologize for shit. It was totally worth it,” before he parted her lips with his tongue, with her melting into his kiss.

“This was an exhilarating first time. Though, perhaps we shouldn’t make skipping training for this into a habit,” Lute said as she broke away for air.

Adam let out a snort, “Or maybe we do, ya know, to work up your endurance? Don’t get me wrong, on the battlefield you’re a force to be reckoned with, you just don’t stop. But a few minutes riding me and you were down for the count.”

Lute scowled up at him, “I think that’s an extremely unfair assessment.”

“Yeah? Hmm, guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong,” Adam nuzzled against her head.

“I will,” she replied with determination.

Adam smiled at her adoringly, “I know you will, Babe. Can’t wait.”

*****

Lute looked around at the mess of a bed they were on, “These absolutely need to be washed. There are so many wet spots…”

“Most of them are from you ya know.”

She shoved his shoulder, “Yeah, from what you left in me!” 

“So about that- you wanted me to impregnate you?” He asked with an enticing smirk.

Lute’s face flushed and she quickly turned away, “Shut up! That was just the euphoria talking!” She scooted to the edge of the bed and wobbled her way towards the bathroom like a newborn fawn. 

Adam snickered watching her, “Mhm, sure, Babe.” He followed after her, and started the shower. “Sooo, how many we thinking?” 

She huffed and irritatedly rolled her eyes at his question. “Can heavenborns even get pregnant?” She asked spittingly.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Adam said with a shrug, sounding a little too pleased with himself. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and then some cuddle time.”

Lute followed him into the shower. ‘ I’m pretty certain that they can’t. I’m not going to waste time worrying about it, ’ she thought to herself. “Wait, what time is it? Shouldn’t we go to the training grounds?”

“Nah, the girls are fine. They know their shit,” he commented as he detached the handheld shower head and pointed the water stream at her crotch.

“Hey! Rude,” she said as she snatched it from his hand and did the same to him.

“Argh! Bitch, I was trying to help,” he pouted.

She set her hand on her hip, still spraying him, “Well then so am I.”

“Why you-” Adam took the shower head and put it back on its holder. He turned back to see her tongue blepped out a teensy bit from her lips.

Lute playfully smiled at him, “Uh-oh, I’m in trouble.”

“You’re damn right you are,” Adam loomed over her before he began to tickle her.

She laughed, “You’re going to make me fall, quit it!”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, relishing that comforting feeling of the warmth from their bodies touching, “I will never let you fall, Babe.”

*****

After their shower, and discarding the soiled bed sheets into a pile on the floor then replacing them with new ones, the pair snuggled beside each other.

“Hey, Lute?”

“Hm?” Lute hummed.

Adam’s hand fidgeted along her soft skin, “Would you…actually be opposed to…maybe starting a family?” His voice was low and almost fearful of her answer. 

Lute tilted her head to look him in the eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb back and forth, “Not really, but I don’t think it would be ideal to happen now. If it does, it does. We can make it work.”

Adam breathed a sigh of relief, “Oof, cool, cool. Hey, that’s even if it’s actually possible, right? The whole time I’ve been up here, I’ve never once heard of a kid being born to any one other than that bitch Lucifuck. Even then, that was in Hell not here so-” He shrugged, “Like you said, if it happens it happens. Fuck, might even be a miracle if it does. Think of how cool that would be! Being the first ones in Heaven to have their own kids, that’d be fuckin’ sweet. Our kids will be the best.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Lute retorted with an eyeroll. “It’s highly unlikely.”

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Lute later found out that she was in fact pregnant. While it’s true that most beings in Heaven cannot normally reproduce, The First Man remains incredibly fertile. Curse those humanity founding seeds!

[sugarcandydoll]

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[narcissistshandler]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗜𝗜

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. male reader x lee jinho (how to fight/viral hit)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. dom!amab reader, sub!jinho, top reader implicit, assassination attempt, talk about murder, paranoid jinho, reader calls Jinho "deer" (not in a very affectionate way), captivity (?), blowjob, deep throat, spanking implicit. minors dni.

𝗮/𝗻. lee jinhoo argh. I lied, that shit has 2.9k words. I'm rewatching hannibal, what inspired all this erotic murder talk, I can't help it. likes and reblogs are welcome. Part one here.

You insisted he wasn't a prisoner, the rickety glass walls, the Internet access, all the doors to the luxurious penthouse in central Seoul open at his leisure. Jinho disagreed. Your control was smooth, mischievous, so light that anyone else could agree with you and surrender to your meticulously placed words. Jinho knew better than that. The chip removed from his phone prevented him from making or receiving calls, and the tight, armed security at the front door and the rest of the building prevented him from having contact with the outside world. He could not be trusted, was your argument, he could slip through your fingers at the first opportunity and to stop that he needed to be trained. Like a damn house dog.

Jinho wasn't going out of his way to please you, despite seeming to have accepted his new routine, between eating, sleeping and exercising, he occasionally found time to kill one of the men you put to watch him. He would spend two or three days quiet, peaceful, and the next day he would cook a human tongue for you. You were hard to piss off, you weren't bothered by his silent teasing, with the body left like a gift spilling blood on the living room carpet, and you weren't bothered by the scar cutting your stomach that Jinho had given you with a kitchen knife. Instead you smiled at him, brought him expensive gifts, treated him to fine dinners and started to keep your promise ── he watched the news slowly changing public opinion about him, about how everything was a big conspiracy against him and how he had only been a pawn used in a larger game, a political power game. And so, as the image of the politician who previously helped him became more and more dirty and How to Fight's subscribers dropped, Lee Jinho found himself able to step out into the sunlight again. At least could, if you didn't keep him locked up.

Jinho thought he could live a little in the role you wanted, until you trusted him enough to give him an opening, until you gave him the power that would be your own downfall. It wasn't hard to wait months or years, he'd done it before. Sitting in front of a whiteboard that was slowly taking shape, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt, Jinho was trying to stay on paper. Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The silence in the empty room you had given him to serve as a studio was only interrupted by the soft strokes of the brush in his hand and the rustling of the pages of the book you were reading. But even after two weeks, Jinho still didn't know exactly what your intentions were. Keep him like a trophy wife? Use him as a sex toy? Or was this all an excuse to keep him trapped, cut off from the outside world and unable to exert any power, against you or anyone else? Maybe the news was fake, created to deceive him. Maybe you never intended to help him. Maybe he should kill you, right here and now and be done with it all ── stick the wooden brush across your eye and revel in the dread on your face, smear himself with your filthy blood and and…

"What are you thinking about? Your gaze turned dark." Your voice woke him up, amused. Jinho doubted you would still find it amusing if he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"I'm thinking about what it would be like to kill you," he tried, as normal and placid as talking about the weather.

"Oh?" you exclaimed. "And how would you kill me?"

Jinho turned around on the stool to face you. Sunlight burst through the glass wall, spilling like liquid gold over your tranquil figure as you sat on the turquoise sofa in the huge room filled with only two paintings on the wall, a deer took shape in one, and what looked like the animal's ribcage split open and filled with bloody flowers painted the other. Your watchful eyes were already on him, seeming to bore right through him. Book discarded next to crossed legs, face resting against hand, entertained, comfortable, confident… Jinho wanted to rip all those positive emotions out of you with a knife.

"With this brush." He turned the object between his fingers, the perfectly manicured brown wood gleaming in the light, the Kolinsky sable bristles at the tip stained dark blue. "Simple and quick, I'd poke your eye out before you even had time to blink, maybe the brush would break if I wasn't careful with my strength, but that would only make everything even more painful for you."

Your mouth opened, then closed, as if searching for the right words, before finally speaking. "And then?"

"Then I'd prick the other one with my fingers and hang you with the same hand smeared with your blood, wood sticking shallowly into your eye so the fun wouldn't end so soon." Your eyes dropped to his hand, the fingers long and elegant, deft even as they closed around that knife, touching it with as much mastery as when he held his tools of art. Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. An electric current shot through Jinho's traitorous body, he continued, unable to make the words stop coming out, "You would scream, beg me for mercy and I wouldn't have."

You didn't look scared, your calm made him uneasy.

"They say there is no murder more intimate than one committed with one's own hands," you said.

"There's nothing intimate about killing animals, whether with your bare hands or a knife."

The clock on the wall ticked, the low sound deafening in the silence that filled the room. Their eyes met, turbulent with strong and unusual emotions. None of you dared to dodge, feeling as if a war would be lost if did.

"Do you think about hurting me often?" You broke the silence, voice sounding low and deep.

Jinho looked at your pretty face, not a hint of anxiety or dread, the soft lips and vulnerable neck, the skin so so easy to crack and tear. And he replied, feeling as if were confessing his darkest sins:

"Every day."

"Good."

Jinho chuckled, the sudden sound surprising even himself as it reverberated in his ears. A smile of its own spread across your lips, free hand slipping over the linen fabric of your pants. Unconscious, Jinho followed the movement, his mouth suddenly dry as your hand slid between your legs and up, squeezing the obvious erection there. Unable to look away even when you rubbed your cock, Jinho didn't know what he was supposed to feel. You weren't normal, he was feasting on images of you in pain and suffering and dying and there you were ── hard, hard for him, hard for the aggressive words that came out of his mouth, hard for the image of Jinho above you, cold face and blood painting his clothes, like a holy painting. The blood seemed to run faster in Jinho's veins and he forced his feet against the ground, afraid to fall.

"It turns you on," Jinho said in disbelief, realization hitting him hard. "Sick bastard, do you want me to kill you?"

Your brow furrowed, finally looking displeased with something he said, but your hand didn't stop moving against the hardness in your pants, thumb stroking the wet stain growing in the fabric, breath coming out in soft puffs. Something in Jinho's body wanted to reach out and touch you. He stifled that desire.

"Get too close to my eyes and I'll break your fingers. No, I don't want to die." You snorted, opening your legs to give Jinho a better view. He wanted to look away, to mock you, but he couldn't, swallowing hard as a groan escaped your mouth, fingers pressing your outlined cock against the fabric. "But the idea is exciting, isn't it? You're hard too."

Jinho's legs pressed together against your gaze, suddenly very aware of the heat in his body, the hardness in his sweatpants, and the hungry look on his face. He wanted to devour you, touch you and hurt you with the same need.

"Come here," you said ── an order, because you didn't ask and didn't like to be refused, the scarred marks on his thighs and ass reminded him well of that.

Jinho blinked, trying to get his head back in place, it was difficult when in your presence. Putting the brush in place and getting to his feet, he walked towards you, taking his time, the pride still there despite how many times you've worked to break it. Your hands worked on the button and zipper of the pants and even before the next order, Jinho already knew what you wanted from him.

"On your knees, hands behind your back." He ground his teeth, but obeyed. Your hands were close to his face, reaching into your pants to pull a thick, heavy cock out, head glistening with precum. It had been inside him before, an irritating little voice reminded him. Once, the day he took that ridiculous deal. His ass clenched at the memory. Kneeling between your legs, erection dangerously close to his face, Jinho squashed the instinct that screamed to bite your cock off as soon as you tried to put it in his mouth. It wouldn't kill you, but it would be painful enough, an everlasting memory searing your skin. "Open, deer."

The pet name make him grind his teeth, managing to see the painting of the deer on the wall out of the corner of his eye. If you were trying to tease or humiliate him, he didn't know.

Against whatever primal instincts screamed in his mind, Jinho opened his mouth, almost eagerly as you brushed the tip of your cock against his thin lips, wetting them. Contrary to his thoughts, his body seemed to have other ideas, tongue darting against his lips to capture your taste, moan catching in the throat as salty pre-cum flooded his senses. He pursued your taste, leaning forward so he could lick the sensitive head, seeking more of that taste, unlike anything he'd felt before. A sigh fell from your mouth, heavy hand falling against the back of his neck, something in that sound drew him in, soft lips closing against the bulbous head in a careless suck. Everything about his movements was sloppy, it was obvious that Jinho had never sucked a cock, but the inexperience of that powerful and dangerous man only seemed to make you even harder.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him back. "Open it for me, sweet." You guided your cock with the hand to his willing mouth, tip sliding easily into the wet heat. Fingers tangling more tightly in the strands of his hair. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know, so relax for me."

Jinho rolled his eyes, that superior attitude still untouched even with your cock pressing into his mouth.

"Use your tongue," you ordered, hips slowly pushing your length into his mouth. Your cock filled his mouth, hot and heavy against his tongue, salty with sweat and pre-cum, the tip against his cheek. He found himself moving his tongue, following its length and dragging against the prominent veins near the head, curious about how it would feel. You moaned above him, one hand slumped against your thigh, squeezing the fabric of the pants, the other caressing the skin at the back of his neck. "Suck it for me, deer."

Lips pressing against you, Jinho sucked, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silent room, his skin heated, cock twitching between the legs. Spit pooling in his mouth, he made an attempt to move the head, spittle running down the length to your full balls as part of your cock pulled out of the heat of his mouth. His breath huffed against your damp skin.

"Breathe through your nose. No biting." His eyes were sharp, letting your length fall from his mouth to catch breath, even with his cheeks flushed and moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes, there was wit there. Do not tell me? He would probably say it if he wasn't afraid his voice would crack. You held your cock, stroking yourself through all the saliva Jinho had wet on you, thumb squeezing the sensitive head carelessly. Heat blooming in his stomach, it took everything in Jinho not to squish through the sweatpants, he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. He dug his nails into his arm hard behind his back, trying to anchor himself to something so he wouldn't sail away.

"Let's try something different," you said, voice steeped in pleasure as you slowed down stroking yourself close to his face, legs tensing as you stopped the movements, dick visibly twitching.

You took a deep breath, directing your cock to line up with Jinho's mouth. Parting his lips, Jinho couldn't help but groan as that thick, heavy cock slid back over his tongue. He closed his lips around and sucked, but you were already pushing farther back, into his throat. His hands were shooting out before he knew it, pushing your legs, head pulling out of your grasp. He was immediately released, coughing and wheezing, saliva running down his chin.

You pushed his hair back, seeing the sight of tears falling down Jinho's flushed face before he wiped them away, throat still fighting involuntary contractions and the feeling that he was going to throw up. You waited until he recovered before pulling him back to the front. "Let's try again."

"I'm going to kill you," Jinho threatened, voice low and husky, broken.

"Until then, you're going to make me come, so open your pretty mouth for me."

The words of protest stayed on his tongue, but Jinho couldn't voice them, opening the mouth to take your cock back, more eager than he would ever admit to anyone, even though anxiety not felt in years gnawed at his insides. Jinho breathed in through his nose, relaxing his throat as you began to slide deep, slowly, thick cock threatening to choke him. His throat constricted immediately, gag reflex kicking in as the head of your cock reached in too deep. His eyes closed in an effort not to cough and gag, tears running down the cheeks, not realizing he had moved the hands to press against the front of his pants.

"That's it, deer. Stay open for me. Just relax." Firm hand holding him in place and forcing him to stay still as your length pressed deep, fucking past the tightness of his throat, Jinho didn't expect his body to react so strongly, heat under his breath and an unknown pleasure bubbling in his stomach. He made the most beautiful sounds as your cock slid down his tight throat, but all he could hear was you ── your heavy breathing and soft moans and words of "you are so beautiful like that", "good boy", "touch yourself for me" and "you've been made for my dick", clouding his senses. He rubbed himself into the pants hard and fast, groaning against you each time the thick fabric dragged against his cock head, making a mess on his underwear.

Jinho willed his throat to relax, feeling your thick cock twitch as his throat flexed around it. Lashes grew heavy and wet, nails squeezing his length through the fabric until the stab of pain had his feet squirming against the floor. He dragged his teeth against your cock, lightly, in a threat or a tease, none of you knew, but the movement had your hips stuttering, groin pressed against his nose as your cock twitched one last time thrust deep into his mouth, before cum in his throat, forcing him to swallow so he wouldn't choke. Jinho whimpered, thumb squeezing the damp head of his cock, hips rocking against his palm in search of his own release.

"You can come Jinho." Jinho wanted to say that he didn't need your permission, that he would come even if you said otherwise, but the words make something inside him snap. With the salt filling his throat and your cock softening inside his mouth, Jinho's breath hitched for a minute, his whole body tensing… His cock spilled into his pants, saliva running down his chin and moaning around you. His ears go numb and he thinks he might need a few minutes to get back to reality, his legs shaking, his whole body shaking.

You gently pull back, cock sliding out of his mouth and Jinho lets his head fall against your thigh, teeth pressing into your skin hard enough to draw blood. For a second you think he might be looking for an artery in an attempt to make you bleed to death, the thought makes your flaccid dick twitch. You let him dig his teeth into you, fingers stroking his sweat damp hair and head against the back of the couch. You knew you made the right choice, Jinho would soon become your perfect pet, attempts to kill you or not.

[camellcat]

first xander brought her back with human breath and determination... then willow with supernatural power and love.... smth smth two halves to keep their third in balance from drifting too far into either side and losing herself.....

[rinanar]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 !!

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Hello, I'm Rina/Nari (whatever is fine). I'm 9TEEN, I'm SEasian, meaning english isn't my first language so bear with me.

I'm currently interested in; LOOKISM, How To Fight / Viral Hit, Questism, Juvenile Offender, and more!

I'm also looking for more moots that have the same interests as me, and don't be shy to request something or to talk to me!

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RULES !!

I have every right to ignore your request. (either I don't know how to write the requested character that well, or it's listed as something I will not do.)

I write /x reader/ and f!reader or gn!reader by default.

If you don't have any concept listed in your request, it MIGHT take a little while

headcanons or oneshots or maybe even both! — sfw or nsfw — female , male , gender neutral reader — alternate universes — angst , fluff , smut , crack , platonic

= OK! but be clear of what you're asking for!

non consesual — weird kinks (no offense) — neopronouns (?) — underage characters (unless it's platonic or fluff!) — incest / stepcest — character x character (unless it's platonic)

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A bit of water gets splashed into his face and he hears Munson cackle at him. 

“You’re not really subtle, you know.”

“What?” Billy asks, lifting Max’s sunglasses off his nose and squinting his eyes at Munson. The other guy finally got rid of his shirt and Billy’s throat goes a little dry, because the tip of another tattoo appears on his chest whenever the water moves away before splashes against it. Because he’s lean and not even that bad in shape for a nerd.

“Like I said,” Munson says slowly, “Not really subtle, Billy baby.”

Billy’s heart skips a beat. He’s not going to let himself be called out like that. Munson is trying to get on his nerves, that’s it. He doesn’t know what Billy is. He doesn’t know how much of a death sentence it would be to get caught ogling guys out in the open like that - not as a joke, but for real. 

“I should fucking drown you right here,” Billy growls, swimming a bit closer. “Don’t call me that, freak.”

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I tried to write in nonlinear way today and it worked pretty well. It is better when I just get the scenes out of my head without caring that they are written in disorder. Writing in chronological order works well for me but if I get stuck... while with nonlinear writing I can brainstorm the connections between the scenes

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Somewhere With You ~ a sneak peak

so here's a lil snippet of part 4 of How Long! I am still working out the kinks and shit. I'm not 10000% when it'll be posted, and these parts may be reworked, but it's coming SOON. I promise. but I'm giving you two lil snippets. I know you guys have been waiting forever. so here's a little bit of what's to come! pardon if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes btw!

here's a cute gif of smoochie too!

Here's a lil snippet of the beginning of the chapter (:

“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”  It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember. “We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.  It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.  “That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.” You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes. “Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.” He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?” “If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?” He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up. “You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?” “That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.  Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.” He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.

and then the part you all have been waiting for (;;;;;

“What is going on here?” His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.  When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.  Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?” But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.  “Are you fuckin’ my brother?” He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal cords.  “Tommy, we aren’t doing this.” Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he does not creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you are not one hundred percent positive.  “That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”  His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.  Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-” “Answer the fuckin’ question!” You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he would go insane.  You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You did not want him to realize how shaky your voice was.  Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him.  “You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“ Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a millimeter. Joel does not even hesitate when he says the next words.  “Not your girl.”

[reiverreturns]

[fic] When We Collide (We Come Together)

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Rating: Explicit

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A one-two punch out, thick black smoke belching in ropes from the hills and scrub. He was sure, so sure that was it. So he left the base, aimless with momentum and frenetic without cause.

Seeing Hangman is the only time Rooster’s felt like stopping.