#i must lay down for a bit or I will explored

[ahollowgrave]

L'APPEL DU VIDE

Mateus | Mists | W24 P29

The house Odette's great-aunt left her. Not in the mists in-character, but still cradled on the coast of Vylbrand on a decent plot of land. Most of the house remains closed off, in various states of abandonment, but the wing Odette does occupy is kept tidy. She has certainly added her own touches and has claimed an attic bedroom for her own. If you swing by for a visit please leave a message! And mind the shadows.

[bi-writes]

Does MOB ever just like.. walk up to Simon and like... Grab his ass?? Fondle his tibbies a lil bit?? Give a good squeeze to his cheeks or his milkers?? Cause if he was my husband and he was okay w it I would do that shit literally on sight every day

mail-order bride

you've been staring since he walked into the room.

he's wearing a shirt two times too small. it must be laundry day. either way, your husband looks...bigger than normal. he's cooking, standing at the kitchen counter as he sears off a few pieces of something in a pot, and when he drops a few dashes of soy sauce into the pot, you think a man has never looked so sexy sauteing onions.

he turns finally to the cutting board behind him, and he winks when he meets your eyes. you giggle involuntarily, a shrill sound leaving you because you have the biggest fucking crush on this man.

can men have tits? they can. they do. simon does. and you can see them in this tiny fucking shirt, and now you understand sometimes why your dresses end up torn on the floor of your living room--because you just want it.

"simon--"

"'ello, luv," he hums, licking some sauce off his finger before going back to chopping some herbs that lay on the cutting board. you pad further into the kitchen, coming close, and he looks up finally when you're standing right beside him. "somethin' wrong?"

"you're so hot," you whisper, and simon continues chopping, big arm moving as he leans over into your space a little.

"wot's tha'?"

"you're so hot, simon."

he chuckles lowly, moving the knife under the pile to place into a bowl. he sets down the knife and turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. fuck, it's making his chest look bigger, ughhh...

"somethin' the matter? ya sick?"

"no," you whine, reaching over, and he drops his arms when you forcibly move them away, pushing your hands up his stomach, over his pecs, squeezing the firm muscle there. "oh my god..." you lean in, getting on your toes, and he gives in quite easily, kissing you warmly. "i can't believe you're mine--"

simon huffs as you throw your arms around his neck, lifting your leg around his waist, and he bends to hoist you into his arms as you start trying to climb him like your very own tree (which even then might be impossible, with the huge trunk of a man that he is). you sigh when he drops your weight onto the counter, and with less distance between you, you take full advantage--licking into his mouth, feeling and squeezing up his chest, whispering between kisses i love you and is it hot in here or is it just you? and i want this, i want you, please, simon.

"wot's gotten into ya, baby?" simon murmurs, holding you at a distance. you're eager to get back to him, to kiss him again, and you whimper when he holds you firm, making you look at him. "hmm?"

"i don't know," you breathe, panting. you squeeze the back of his neck, whining, and you try and scoot closer. "i don't know, i just...you look so good...i just..."

the smile that spreads across his face takes your breath away. he's not pretty, but he's pretty. his face tells a thousand stories. a missing tooth or two, a cut lip that never healed right, the slashes that have closed over unevenly across his eyes and along his cheek--but why is he so gorgeous? what makes you so feral for this one man, more than you've ever been for anyone else in your entire life?

there's just something about him. something about simon makes him so beautiful. there's a soft heart underneath that solid chest, there's a full belly and warm body under your hands as you explore the ridges and dips of the rest of his body. he's got the stature of a protector, the eyes of a killer, but fuck, he loves like no one else.

he loves you. he loves like no one else does, ever will, ever has, and he loves you.

you giggle as you cup his cheeks, tracing his lips with your thumb, admiring him.

"sorry, it's hard to be serious," you sigh, shaking your head. "just wanna jump your bones, simon."

"me, too, luv."

"then what are we waiting for, simon?"

he tsks, drawing you closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

"no idea, baby. no fucking clue."

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Break

It had only been a few weeks, but already I was over this. Three weeks to crush a dream. Honestly, the burnout had been bad but I thought summer would help. I would have more time to myself. Relax. Reset. But as the first deadlines started breathing down my neck, I was this close to snapping.

The longer I stared, the more I couldn’t take it. I needed a break. Something to take my mind off things. Even if just for a few days. I needed Hypnodope.

I first came across their ads freshman year, and I dared my roommate to take the plunge. Their website had a few options, so I popped on a random one, and input one hour, the lowest it went. I just expect it to be a one hour loop of weird mumbling and graphics that we would turn off after a minute or two. But I watched in awe as in a few short minutes, a tan started creeping from his finger tips down his arms. He didn’t react then, nor when hair turned a dirty gold and his body hair vanished. But he certainly did as muscle began pumping into his thin frame, moaning as each pulse stretched his now golden skin taut to his muscular frame. He began to hump at the air as he ripped through his clothes, giving me a full view of his rod between his legs, though it was quickly covered by his thick fingers as he began jacking off to the video. By the time he finally came, my roommate was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, a horny, golden boy was eying me up and down, as he assessed whether or not I was worthy to suck his perfect cock.

He put in the work for that hour, no position off limits, no taste of his too bold as I submitted to him. But just after our second round, he trembled as his skin lost its hue. His muscles were sucked back into his frame, and my new roommate was back, blushing in front of me, as he rushed to put on some clothes.

I hadn’t been back to the site since then, a little too self conscious to explore the power I possessed. But after a night in the library from dusk to dawn, with no end in sight, I knew it may be the only way to force myself into a break. With caution I pulled up the site and scrolled the options.

I knew I didn’t want anything too serious. Certainly not the extent that my roommate had. But I wanted something that would take the edge off. And I think I found the perfect one: “Fucking Feral, Bro”. The name was a bit much, but it had basically everything I wanted. More muscle, boosted stamina, lowered inhibition and capacity for concern. I figured a few hours would be enough to try it out and have a great night out. So, I laid down, turned on the video, and prepared to be relaxed.

Almost immediately my brain felt fuzzy, like the static that was showing was in my head. Then, an image came into focus. It was some muscled up guy, stripped down to his speedo, not a care in the world as he posed for the camera. He looked like he was having fun. I wonder where he’s going? Must be relaxing…

I stretched out on my bed to get comfortable. For some reason I was just so tight. So uptight too. I didn’t need to be so stressed. A pressure I didn’t know I was holding was releasing from my head. It was so relaxing as I just lay back and stared deeper and deeper at the spiral now on screen. I could be just like the guy on the screen. No.

Like. My. Broooooo.

My hand drifted down to my cock at full attention. I didn’t even pause as I felt the heat radiating from it. My had just began gliding up and down. It was insanely sensitive. I bit my lip to keep the moans from escaping. As I stroked up and down, I felt it pulsing in my hand, swelling from five inches to six, then seven, growing more sensitive with each stroke. My toes were curling in my shoes, but soon felt constrained. I looked down to see the cheap leather straining to hold them in. With one flex of my foot, my size 12 soles ripped clean through. Meanwhile, my legs were getting some love, calves shredding while my thighs swole with muscles and fat. They squeezed against my heavy balls, increasing the raw animalistic pleasure I was devolving into as thick pre dribbled from my thick mushroom-tip and coated my monster.

By the time I started to worry a bit, it was too late. It was becoming hard to focus on my body, even as my gut sucked in and pushed out a perfect 6-pack and pecs chiseled from muscle and fat hung heavy on my chest. I could only focus on the changes rippling down my arms because the pump in my forearms was keeping me jacking and my thick fingers and calloused palms were much easier to wrap around my needy cock. I tried to stop myself, to will myself to turn off the now strobing screen. But the sensation was too much, and I could no longer hold back moans that were quickly deepening.

A fog of hormones was fully engulfing my brain now, dimming any reservations I could muster about my heightened state. I was moaning in heat at this point, ready to bury my cock in just about anyone. The video was edging me now, pushing as much change as it could before it released me. Every muscle in my body flexed, getting one last pump in. But as the video gave its command to cum, one pump was all I needed to coat the wall. I was left hot and panting, but somehow relaxed and insanely horny. As I checked myself out, dude I was sooo much hotter.

I let my free hand trace my abs and grab at my meaty pecs. Playing with my nips was like a whole new level bro, sent me into overtime. I couldn’t stop imagining the holes I needed to split open with this monster, just as I couldn’t stop just flexing, feeling the power surging through my veins. It was almost impossible to pull my hands away, but I knew I needed to hit the bars and get a few drinks in me. Bro, what was old me thinking, setting this for only the night? He was always such a bore anyways. I threw on the tightest tee shirt I could find, and some grey sweatpants. Rocking the fuckboi special, I was on the prowl for some ass to plow.

The night wasn’t great. Naw, it was excellent. Climbing back into my dorm room, I was soaked in sweat and reeked of sweat, beer, and cum. I had lost track of how many men I’d made my bitch that night. I at least remembered ripping off my shirt before sliding into one in the alley outside. God, I was a fucking show dude. Should have seen the faces of some of the dudes, I don’t think they were expecting me to switch so easily from topping to bottoming. I was an animal, I was feral.

I was out of control.

I may have been fighting through that horny haze, but I knew one thing for certain. In just a few hours I would wake up in my bed and immediately worry. Worry about the night, the consequences, the danger. And I would never get to have that much fun again in my life. Bro, it was so damn boring being such a square. Someone had to make a decision.

I turned back to my laptop and began scrolling through options. I needed someone like me, someone who would make sure we had a good time. I needed someone to maintain this lifestyle for years. Maybe we could make some physique upgrades too. But above all, I needed someone who couldn’t ever find a way to set us back. And there it was, the perfect candidate. As I added more and more time, some stupid warnings tried to pop up, but I didn’t care. I was already hard at just the thought of the bro I was about to unleash. I hit play and braced for impact. I was going to be so fucking dumb, dude.

The effect was immediate. My eyes were blinded by a bright flash on screen as a dull ringing buzzed in my ears and rattled my head. The world around me felt heavy and slow. Every muscle was on edge, trembling beneath some unseen weight. The world was pushing in around me. I was frozen in a moment of pressure. But then, at the front of my brain bro, it was warm. And tingly. And soooo relaaaaxed. As it rippled through my head, I couldn’t help but relax my face, eyes half closed, tongue out, drool drip

Drip

Dripping.

With each drip, it felt easier to relax, easier to thaw. And as I let each IQ point drip slowly out of my brain, off my tongue, and roll down my chest, I felt the waves crashing down my body.

It started in my shoulders, rolling into mountains of muscle, absurd in size even against my muscular body. But quickly it moved deep in my chest, pushing out from deep within my pecs. The sensation was overwhelming as with each strained breath muscle and fat hung heavier from my frame. I could even feel it as my nips stretched, wide and hard as diamonds. My arms began to loosen and instinctively brought themselves to massage my fat muscle tits. But soon they had to pull away, locked in a double-bicep pose as they inflated to near absurd proportions. As I flexed my forearms in and out, I felt the resistance growing as my biceps rolled back and forth. I was starting to truly feel hot and sweaty as the waves of muscles continued to ripple downward.

I could feel the heat as it started targeting my lower half. No longer toned muscle, it felt heavy against the bed even as I sat there. It throbbed as nearly any remaining fat on my body channeled into my ass, leaving it straining against the seams of my shorts. They were growing bigger by the minute. Though my cock and balls were certainly trying their best to compete. As my pouch was slowly becoming overstimulated by the pressure in their tight quarters, my cock was snaking down my leg to find space. I was ineptly pawing at my zipper, trying to find some release. But the final blow came as my thighs pushed out. The legs were busting through seams as I finally gave up and ripped through the remaining fabric, fervently stroking my heavy cock. Then it too started to drip…

Drip…

Drip.

As my cock began oozing, I felt like brain was slowly melting down. My thoughts felt heavy. I knew that the video was giving me commands, but I couldn’t even try to process them. I could only feel them slip deep in my brain bruh. I could feel him in there. Some version of me trying to keep it together. But he was getting real confused. And really horny. Heh, he was becoming just like the rest of me. Wasn’t it easier to just let my muscles talk? Wasn’t it easier to just feel out what to do? Wasn’t it easier to just give in and… and… be… duhhhh-

Can’t think. Gotta release. My balls are aching dude. I can’t hold onto these brains any more. I need it… I need… au… AUH… AUGHHHH

As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle.

I was perfect bro. The world came into focus as I sat up. I didn’t even realize my tongue was still hanging out.

It was a beautiful day outside, bruh. I just needed to find a hole to start it off with.

[inkedinshadows]

A Matter of Firsts

Day 2: Virginity loss — Cassian x f!reader

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v

Word count: 2.229

A/N: my first non-Azriel fic ever! Both nervous and excited eheh

Things had never gone this far with Cassian.

You had exchanged heated kisses, hands had explored underneath clothes, but never before had you let things escalate so much.

Today felt different. You had thought about it a lot over the past few days and you had come to the conclusion that you wanted more. You and Cassian had been dating for a few months now, and he was the sweetest guy you could ever wish for. You knew he was the one with whom you wanted to share your first time.

When he walked you home after your date, you asked him if he wanted to spend the night. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but it usually didn’t go beyond cuddles and the occasional fondling.

But now you were straddling his lap, your lips locked in a passionate kiss that you broke only so you could take off your shirt. Cassian’s eyes widened when your bra came off next.

He swallowed, and you could have sworn his fingers twitched where they rested on your thighs. He didn’t touch you, though. He didn’t do anything besides slowly looking up at your face.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly. “Are you sure about this?”

His concern and gentle tone warmed your heart, bringing a smile to your lips—though it was a nervous one.

“I am,” you replied, fingers threading through his long hair. “I really like you, and I want you to be my first, Cass.”

Cassian’s grin was as bright as the sun. “I like you too.” He pulled you in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for trusting me, Y/N.”

His attention turned back to your exposed breasts, and you shivered as his callused hands caressed up your sides, stopping short of touching them.

“May I?” he murmured.

You nodded, your voice barely audible. “Yes.”

He immediately cupped the supple flesh, thumbs brushing over your nipples. Your eyes fluttered and you exhaled deeply. He had touched you before, but there had always been some kind of fabric in between, whether it was your shirt or your bra. Now, the slightest touch sent thousands of little shivers right down to your core.

Cassian didn’t waste much time. His tongue soon shot out to flick your nipple, eliciting a small moan from you. His mouth then closed around it and he rolled it between his lips until it was hard and perky. You were already breathing a bit more heavily when he moved to the other and repeated the process.

“Cass…” you sighed.

He trailed kisses up your collarbone and then your neck, until his mouth found your again. “You are… so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips.

You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks, and he must have noticed it too because he chuckled, cupping your face and gently kissing you again. “Will you lay down for me, sweetheart?”

After pressing your lips to his one more time, you climbed off and settled down next to him, careful to avoid brushing against his wings as you did. Cassian waited for you to be comfortable, watching you move around with a soft smile on his beautiful face, and then his hands were on you, running down your stomach until they reached the hem of your pants.

He looked up at you again. “Can I take them off?”

Once again, you simply nodded. You lifted your hips to help him slide them down your legs and watched as he slowly draped them over the footboard of your bed.

Now only your panties covered you.

Cassian let his gaze wander over your almost naked body, but he didn’t pounce on you the way you had imagined he would. Instead, he took his time to caress your legs, gently parting them so he could kneel in between. Even then, he only lifted one leg to plant a trail of kisses that started at your ankle and descended all the way to your inner thigh.

You swallowed, breath itching as his eyes remained locked on yours the entire time. Each new kiss left a trail of goosebumps in its wake and seemed to make your core throb in anticipation. You could feel wetness pooling there.

When Cassian finished kissing your other leg and his mouth was close to your panties, he brushed them with the tip of his nose, breathing in deeply. You shivered again.

He didn’t speak this time, but you read the silent question in his eyes when he looked up at you again.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Take them off.”

He smiled, placed one last kiss right on the thin fabric, and then proceeded to remove it completely. Before settling down again, he also took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body and the swirling tattoos that you liked to trace with your fingertips when you cuddled in the morning.

Cassian’s wings rustled behind him as he lay down again and spread your legs a bit more.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. His hands were on your hips, drawing lazy circles over them. “We can stop whenever you want.”

You hadn’t realized just how tense and nervous you were at the thought of what was about to happen. Not that you were having second thoughts, but it was still your first time. No one had ever touched you like this before. And the way Cassian was doing everything he could to take things slow, to ensure you were comfortable… you might have fallen in love with him right then and there.

You let out a deep breath, feeling the tension leave your body as you exhaled. You then reached out to take one of his broad hands in yours.

“I don’t want to stop,” you assured him with a smile.

Cassian squeezed your fingers. “Alright, then,” he smirked. “Let me make you feel real good.”

He lowered his head, and then he was licking a stripe up your center. You didn’t know who groaned first as you arched slightly off the bed, but it was the best thing you had ever felt in your whole life. And it only got better when Cassian’s restraint seemed to snap at the lewd sounds that came out of your mouth: his lips closed around your clit and he gently sucked on it while his hand on your stomach held you down, the other one still entwined with yours.

“Cass…” you mumbled incoherently, unable to stay still, too lost to the pleasure.

He paused as he heard you, looking up at you with a newfound concern in his hazel eyes. Before he could ask if you were alright, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled down at him.

“I’m okay, I just…” You paused, trying to find the right words. “I need more, please.”

The sight of his head between your legs, his eyes on you, and a smirk on his lips threatened to make you crumble.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he murmured against you.

His tongue resumed its circling of your clit, but his free hand now joined in too. Keeping his gaze on you to make sure you were fine, Cassian probed your entrance with a finger, pushing it inside only when you nodded. You gasped at first, but quickly relaxed around him, allowing him to pump it in and out slowly.

You were racing toward an edge you had no idea could be so close, and right when you thought it couldn’t get better than this, Cassian added a second finger and curled them inside you, hitting a spot so sensitive that you tumbled over.

A loud moan broke free as you came, squeezing his hand so tight that it probably hurt, but you couldn’t think about anything other than his mouth and fingers still moving, and the white-hot pleasure that washed over you.

Cassian’s ministrations slowed to a stop as you came down from your high. Panting, you watched him sit up straight and lick your release off his digits and chin.

“You taste delicious, you know that?”

You let out a breathy chuckle as he climbed up your body, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of your head. You stretched your neck to kiss him softly.

“Thank you, Cassian.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “That was… amazing.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He peppered your face with kisses until you were giggling again. “And thank you for trusting me.”

Your hands traveled down his sculpted body to hover near his crotch. “What if I want it all?” you whispered, biting your lip in an attempt to hide a sheepish smile.

Cassian just pressed his mouth to yours one last time before moving off you and standing up to remove his pants.

“Then you shall receive,” he said as his underwear was dropped to the floor and his body was revealed to you in all its glory.

He looked like an ancient statue with all that muscle, and the wings, and the defined jawline. The hard cock—bigger than you had expected. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight, but Cassian only chuckled, eager to keep things going.

Once he was settled again between your legs, though, he paused. “I just need to ask one more time if you’re sure.”

Your gaze returned to his face, warmth blooming in your chest as you offered him the sweetest smile you could muster. “I’m sure. I want you, Cass.”

“I want you too.”

He leaned down to kiss you, and then he gently guided the head of his cock inside you.

It was hard—so astonishingly hard that you winced and shut your eyes. But Cassian went slowly, pushing in only a few inches at a time and pausing to let you adjust around him. He left tiny kisses all over your face—from your jaw to your temple, from your lips to your closed eyelids—and he kept murmuring tender words to soothe you through it all as his hands caressed your body.

Still, a part of you wanted to cry. But not at the painful burn that came with every thick inch of him, rather at the sweetness of it all. Of him. And when Cassian was finally fully seated inside of you and the discomfort gave way to a warm feeling deep in your stomach, you opened your eyes and smiled up at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked even as he smiled back, brushing some hair out of your face. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No… no, it’s gone, I think. I’m alright. Can you try to move?”

Cassian obeyed, giving a tentative roll of his hips that had you both moaning. It stung a bit, but it diminished when he did it again, and by the fourth, careful thrust, there was only pleasure left.

“Gods, it feels… you feel incredible,” you breathed as he set a slow, steady pace.

Cassian chuckled. “And you feel perfect around me, sweetheart.”

It was everything you had dreamed it would be—and then some. You began to move with him, legs wrapped around his waist, hands exploring and holding on to each other. His lips never left yours unless it was to kiss or nip at your neck, and he picked up the rhythm as soon as you asked him. Pants and moans echoed in the room alongside the sound of his hips slamming into yours, but you particularly liked the groans that slipped past Cassian’s lips every time you clenched around him.

When his fingers found your clit again, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cassian…” you whimpered. “I— I think I’m close…”

He pulled away from where he was kissing your throat and he retreated to his knees, your legs draped over his powerful thighs. With the new angle, you could feel him deeper inside you and it made your eyes roll back.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he purred, fingertips dancing faster over your sensitive clit. “Come around me.”

You shuddered then, crying out as you arched off the bed. If you thought coming on his tongue and finger was amazing, then you had no words to describe how it felt to come on his cock. You were writhing beneath him, legs shaking and walls squeezing him while he kept fucking you through it all, his own groans louder and louder.

Cassian waited for you to calm down and sink back on the mattress before thrusting a few more times and pulling out. You whined at the sudden absence, a complaint about to roll off your tongue until you saw him fist his own cock. You watched in silence as he pumped himself once, twice, and then a stream of his warm seed coated your stomach with the third stroke.

Breathing heavily, you stared at each other for a moment, just smiling and enjoying the lingering ecstasy of your orgasms.

You sat up on wobbly legs to face him better and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “That was… life-changing.”

His laugh boomed in the now-silent room as he gathered you in his arms. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. No doubt the best compliment I have ever received.” He kissed your forehead, then stood up to walk to the bathroom, still cradling you to his muscular chest. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

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kang noeul x fem reader

!! cw/tw !! 18+ smut, d! dom noeul, s! sub reader, strap on usage (r! receiving), ass slapping, degrading, breeding kink?, noeul refers to get strap as her dick, noeul takes photos and videos of you during sex, catching noeul masturbating to your videos, you ask noel to call u mommy, noeul suggests uploading the vids to of.

overview: your north korean girlfriend, kang noeul has always been rough with you in bed, the two of you were quite the opposite of vanilla. noeul enjoyed seeing you at her mercy so much so, that one day she suggests recording having sex with you. thinking it’s just another one of noeuls kinks, you soon find out the real reasoning behind the videos.

!! an !! finalllyy, i wrote a noeul ff!! i’ve been addicted to reading all the dom noeul fics on tumblr lately so i thought i’d make one myself ^_^ enjoy sluts.

tears rolled down your soft cheeks as noeuls cock pounded in and out of your bent over pussy repeatedly. “this feels so good, don’t stop.” you manage to moan out, in the midst of being completely destroyed by noeul.

all of a sudden, noeuls motions abruptly stop and you whine desperately on edge “what the fuck, baby why’d you stop?” noeul pulls her strap out of your tight pussy, that was on the verge of cumming. “flip over.” noeul demands under her breath, her voice low and husky, full of lust.

you follow noeuls orders immediately, laying down on the bed, turning your body to face hers. “now what?” you ask confusedly, wondering why your girlfriend stopped mid fuck. “i have an idea.” noeul exclaims, a devilish smirk forming on her lips. you were used to noeuls wild suggestions during sex, at this point nothing was too crazy for you.

“and what idea is that?” you whisper, raising an eyebrow, pulling noeul in closer her face only inches away from yours. “let’s make a movie.” noeul whispers in your ear. you are slightly taken aback by her suggestion, but it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary.

noeul would send nudes often, and so would you, but she’s never asked to record during sex. “why do you wanna record, baby?” you question noeuls motives.

“its really none of your damn business. but if you must know, i want a video of me absolutely fucking the shit out of you, for memories.” noeul exclaims sarcastically, acting like you were invading her privacy by asking why.

“memories, suree.” you say, pulling her into a deep, and passionate kiss. which noeul shortly breaks away from to set up her phone on a tripod. “wow you were prepared for this moment.” you say sarcastically. noeul shakes her head at your remark and finishes setting her phone up on the tripod. she steps behind the camera and asks you “ready to make an award winning film” jokingly. you nod your head and she presses the record button.

waisting no time, noeul jumps back on the bed, hungrily making out with you like you were her last meal. her strap hit your stomach as her body grinded against yours, desperately. noeuls hands explored every line and curve of your body as she began sucking on your neck.

soft moans and curses escaped your lips as the feeling of noeuls soft lips wrapped around and bit at your skin. her kisses trailed down your body, she started making her mark on your breasts. slowly filling her mouth with them, you squirm at the feeling of noeuls tounge swirling on your nipples. “fuck noeul.” you hiss.

as noeul sucked on your breasts, her rough slender fingers make their way down to your sopping cunt. she couldn’t help herself but tease you. her fingers traced up and down your folds, leaving you a needy mess. “n-noeul, pretty please.” you beg. noeul slaps your ass sharply at your lack of words. she didn’t like when you didn’t specify exactly what you needed in the moment.

“pretty please what? your gonna have to be more specific slut.” noeul exclaims. she gets up momentarily to grab the camera off of the tripod to get a closer look at your dripping pussy.

“please fuck me noeul.” you say, your voice shaky and desperate. “so pathetic, already out of breath, and look how wet you are.” noeul exclaims as she points the camera directly at your pussy, slapping it. you flinch at noeuls abrupt actions.

with one hand she holds the camera, and with the other she positions her strap at your entrance. you moan as noeul abruptly stuffs her cock into your pussy. “you don’t get time to adjust to my dick, since your hole is already so fucking stretched out.” noeul says.

you moan as noeul starts thrusting her cock in and out of your wet cunt. her motions start off steady, since she’s holding the camera to record, there’s only so much she can do at this point.

you moan loudly at the feeling of noeuls cock deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. noeul is clearly enjoying your loudness. she speeds up her thrusts the louder you get. she holds your hips with her free hand to keep you steady.

“look at my baby, keep making those pretty faces for the camera.” noeul exclaims devilishly as she pounds into your cervix. you arch your back at noeuls words, feeling like a total slut in this moment.

you put on a show for the camera, and you didn’t care, it just turned you on even more. noeul panned the camera to your tits bouncing up and down as she continued beating up your pussy like she hated you. “you know i wish i could breed you, and make you completely mine.” noeul exclaims. you nod, biting your lip at noeuls remark.

it feels like your in heaven, heat in your body grows as noeuls pace gets deeper and messier. she slows down and speeds back up, which is driving you absolutely crazy. she slaps your ass when you zone out, making you alert again. you bite your lip, and stare into the camera. your eyes pan over to noeuls face, her eyes staring into the camera, black with lust. god, this woman was going to be the death of you.

“your such a natural at this doll, your a born pornstar.” noeul mutters as you scream out her name, fingers intertwining with the sheets. barely able to control yourself anymore. your legs start shaking profusely and you say “n-noeul i’m getting close.”

“god already, why don’t we make this a double feature then?” noeul says into the camera. she continues to drill her cock into your pussy, her free hand now pinching your clit.

she zooms in on the sight of your puffy, wet cunt, absolutely destroyed by her cock. you scream loudly at her touch, tears rolling down your face. noeul hums at the sight of you so weak. she zooms back out to get a full view of you.

you feel yourself loosing all control over your body in this moment. your back arches, tears continuously rolling down your checks, and you feel the heat in your stomach snap. you release all over noeuls cock. she zooms into the sight your face as you cum. and she keeps pounding in and out of you, helping your orgasm last longer than ever.

she eventually pulls out, your juices dripping down her plastic cock. she demands you suck it, and you comply. your mouth fills with her cock, noeul grabs your messy hair in one hand, and zooms into you sucking her dick with the other.

noeul grins with pride as you choke on her dick, she pushes your head down further and further the more you gag. she pulls your hair slightly, signaling you to get up. your mouth releases from her cock, and you stare into the camera, licking your big pouty lips, covered in your own cum.

noeul flips the camera to face both of you and says jokingly “hopefully we go viral!!” then presses her finger against the stop button.

noeul acted so tough and emotionless during sex, but the second it was over she really did care for you. she asked if you were alright, and tucked you into bed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

a few days pass by since you and noeuls little film making session. the idea of the video turned you on every time you would think about it. but it also scared you in the slightest bit?

you thought about all the possibilities, of breaking up with noeul. then where would the video go? would she keep it, or even worse upload it online? but for the most part you just forgot about the video in general, until today.

you were coming home from work early, which was a very rare occasion for you, considering your boss was very strict. noeul assumed you would be gone for a while, she didn’t think you’d be home this early.

your hands shuffle through your purse, looking for your apartment key. you finally find the key and unlock the door gently, assuming noeul would be sleeping or relaxing at this time of day. but oh, you were so wrong.

you were greeted home by the sounds of your girlfriends loud moans filling the whole apartment. you didn’t even know she could moan that loud, noeul was so stubborn that she never let herself be fully submissive around you.

a wave of shock and realization rush through your body, hearing noeuls lewd sounds. you remembered the video from a few days ago, and instantly realize noeuls reasoning for recording. she recorded you so she could secretly masturbate to it while you weren’t home. no wonder she was so fucking blunt and dismissive when you asked why she wanted to record.

you didn’t know what to do in this moment, but walk in the bedroom and catch noeul in the act. the idea of that turned you on so bad, so you went ahead and busted into the bedroom. you stand at the bedroom entrance, wide eyed at the sight of your girlfriend completely naked spread out on the bed, her fingers stuffed up her pussy, and the sex tape playing on the flat screen tv.

the second you barged in the room, noeul quickly grabbed the nearby covers to hide her completely bare, sweaty body. her messy black hair stuck to her forehead, it looked like she had been going at it for a while. “y/n!! it’s not what it looks like..” noeul mutters under her breath with a slight guilt in her voice.

“it’s okay baby, you don’t have to be ashamed of what you were doing.” you say assuring her it’s not that big of a deal. noeul looks at you with a mix of guilt and desire displayed on her face. “i, i just get so needy when your gone. i miss you, every part of you.” she utters seriously, like she’s confessing to a crime or something.

you take your heels off, and sit down on the bed beside noeul, placing your hand on her thigh under the covers, gently rubbing circles. “you missed mommy, huh?” you say mindlessly, passion taking over. noeul had never called you that, nor did she plan to.

noeul raised her eyebrow at the sudden use of the pet name, taken aback. she hesitantly nods while bitting her lip. she then hovers her body on top of yours to take back her dominance after this weak moment of being caught in the act.

“let’s see who you call mommy now.” she says, hovering her naked body over yours, leaving you practically trapped. she tugs on the collar of your work shirt and starts to slowly unbutton it, leaving you in just your bra, mini skirt, and tights.

“how about we make another movie, and this time we’ll upload it to only fans for everyone to see.” noeul says as she sucks on your neck, you moan at the sensation of her lips wrapped around your sensitive skin. “even that boss of yours who sent you home early, that motherfucker.” noeul mutters lustfully under her shaky breath.

“i’m gonna fuck you so dumb, this won’t ever happen again.” noeul says, a evil grin forming on her lips as she grabs the strap from the nightstand. you knew catching noeul in the act was a huge mistake when you couldn’t walk the next day . . . .

[henry7931]

TF NBM/Head Swap Shorts I

Personal Trainer

Zach:

I think most people really push to meet their personal body goals but it takes a lot of motivation. My client Bradley puts in the work but I know sometimes it can be exhausting especially after a long day. That’s why I offer my customer’s a once a week head swap where I let them have my body for a day while I work out with theirs.

I actually really enjoy having Bradley’s body, he’s exactly my type! Thick and hairy. So it’s an extra bonus that I can work out naked since Bradley’s not here.

I even reward myself with a jerk session using Bradley’s thick cock. God this fury chest and these stinky pits… I’ve been working hard.

I run Bradley’s fingers over his sweaty hairy balls and bring them up to my noise.

“Yep… it’s time to have some fun now!”

I get up go over to Bradley’s bed and start sniffing his big smelly hairy feet. God, I sometimes just look forward to this all week.

I lay back and start jerking his meat.

I look over at the clock and notice the time. I still have 2 hours.

Hell, I could get loads done in that time! Woohoo!!

Bradley:

God I love my personal trainer, I don’t even give a shit about the work out. I just love that once a week, I get to have his body for a whole day.

I love exploring every inch of him. His nice bubbly ass, his thick cock, the muscles, oh I can’t forget about his big sexy feet!

I’m so glad that I really don’t need to do anything when we swap heads. Zach thinks that I work remote from his home but I haven’t told him that my day off is the same day we swap.

I’m just glad that I can send my entire day playing with his cock. I’ll spend hours stroking it and edging it. When I’m ready for it to bust, I’ll pull my head off and plant my mouth right on it.

It’s the best feeling, using your own head like a toy. And I get to swallow all of Zach’s load.

Hmmm I wonder if we would be open to swap for more than one day….

Roommate’s Condition

Mitchell

My roommate and one of my best friends Felix was recently diagnosed with a special condition where his body parts uncontrollably become detached.

Most of the time, it’s just his head separating body and it will wonder around our place. Sometimes it’s just his lower half of his body. Every now and then I’ll find his hand or his foot lying around on the floor.

I feel bad for him since he can’t really help it.

It’s been over a month since his diagnosis and I think he’s starting to accept it since they don’t have any kind of cure.

But one day he said something to me that I wasn’t ever expecting.

“Mitch, I know you’re gay and single. You’ve done a lot for me. I want to offer you something. You’re more than welcome to use my body parts to explore and enjoy. Just not my head lol”

I was stunned by his words, I knew Felix was straight so I could never imagined him making such a crazy offer.

So the first time I took him up on his offer was after I came home from a party just a little bit tipsy. I went to take a piss when I saw his lower half stuck in the shower. They must have fallen in at some point and I knew Felix was already asleep.

So I pick up his lower half and started to take them back to his room.

But I looked down at Felix’s sexy legs and feet…

I could feel a nervous excitement rush through me.

I turned to my room with his lower half and laid it down on my bed.

I took his feet into my hands and smelled them. I could feel his toes wiggling in excitement on my cheeks. I ran my tongue up and down his soles…

I was so turned on that I couldn’t help myself. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his briefs.

I held his briefs in hands taking a huge whiff….

I looked down at Felix’s hairy balls and semi hard cock.

I start to toy with some until it was standing rock hard and leaking out a bit.

I reached into my drawer and pulled out my lube. I run it over his hairy hole and start gingerly inserting my fingers into it. It’s so tight…

Once I knew it loose enough, I pulled off my pants and started inserting my dick into it.

It’s so much easier getting it into him with an upper half. I positioned him to where I’m laying down and it’s on top of me.

I start showing it by guiding his hips on how to ride my dick.

Soon Felix’s lower half was becoming a pro at bottoming.

It felt so good! I would toy with his dick while letting his legs and butt do all of the work.

It started to most faster and I kept up with his speed on his dick. Started yanking at it and hurt a popping noise. His was now detached in my hands.

So I started sucking it back and forth like a lollipop.

I could feel myself getting so close!

I started to cum inside of him and what was so crazy was that his dick started to squirt in my mouth all at the same time!

I stuck his wet dick back into place and turned his ass around only see my cum leaking out.

I cleaned it up before bed and brought it back with me to cuddle with in bed.

Weeks later of hooking up, Felix’s body goes to bed with me every night knowing I’m going to get it off at night. I think his body not only enjoys the sex but also likes the companionship. And I do too.

Maybe one day his head will join us but for right now, I just love having his body with me!

Uncle Franks Out of Town, But His Body Isn’t!

Caleb:

God I love it when Uncle Frank gets me to watch his body for him.

He does this weird job where he had to wear certain bodies for it. He can’t tell me too much about it.

Although, I couldn’t care less! Because now I have an entire week where I can wear his body as my own.

Uncle Frank is about 6,2’, muscular, and has an ungodly size cock. You see how big his feet are?

Yeah, imagine what his dick looks like…

This time I started my morning off lying in his California sized king bed butt ass naked. It’s so comfy, I hardly want to move.

Then I fondled with his morning wood until I’m so close to cumming…

That’s when I got a very evil idea. I went to guest bedroom and picked up my 19 year old, petite body and brought it into his room with me.

My body was naked and covered in dry cum (mainly from the fun I had last night fulling around with uncle franks headless body) . I carried it back to his room where I placed it bed with me.

I positioned body to where my ass was easily accessible and started to lick my clean hole.

Once good and wet, I carefully inserted uncle Franks massive dick into it. But I only went half way scared I’d hurt myself.

I began thrusting which became kinda hard to do.

That’s when I got another idea, I pulled out of myself and repositioned my body.

I had both of my soft smooth feet in uncle Frank’s manly hands.

I spit on both of them and cupped them around his dick.

The softness of my soles felt soooo good on his dick.

I was turned on that could only last a few minutes before squirting loads of cum all over them.

Afterwards, I carried my body to the bathtub and started the water to let it soak.

I immediately had to piss but uncle franks dick was still so hard.

So I sat down on the toilet and peed, I can’t help but be so obsessed with my Uncle’s hairy legs and feet. They’re just so big and powerful.

I walked back over after my piss to my body, I noticed my cock was throbbing still from thrusting into my hole so I figured I’d help it out a bit. I jerked my body off and licked all of the excess cum off of uncle franks fingers.

God my morning has already started out great!

I walked back to franks room and saw my phone going off.

It’s my friend Jeremy FaceTiming me. I answered it not thinking about the fact that I still had my uncles body on.

“Dude… wait what the hell?”

“What?” I say back still not realizing.

“Caleb, whose body do you have on?”

Oh shit!

“Oh it’s um, well it’s my uncle franks.”

“You’re hot uncle???”

I rolled my eyes at the camera.

“I’m coming over now!”

Jeremy seemed so excited to come see my uncles body. Jeremy’s a good looking guy and I wouldn’t mind fooling around with him some time.

I wonder if he’d be open to it with uncle franks body on 😜

[russo-woso]

Keep it a secret || Beth mead x Williamson!reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Warning ACL injury

Summary You tear your ACL but amidst the chaos, can you and your girlfriend keep your relationship a secret?

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It had been a thrilling match to say the least.

England had been playing against South Africa in Coventry.

The bright lights of the stadium shone on the grass, the stadium lit up with hopeful fans.

You looked up after the whistle had blown to indicate substitutions.

You watched as Beth, your girlfriend, left the pitch alongside your sister, Leah.

You and Beth had been dating for just over six months but had decided to keep it all a secret.

That way you didn’t have to face the chaos from your teammates or the media.

And it also meant that you got some time with Beth before your sister threatens to kill her, the usual Leah liked to do to your past partners.

Your cheeks reddened as Beth sent you a wink once she’d sat down.

The game soon carried on the game soon became your main priority again.

As a defender, you were constantly running up and down to stop the ball getting to the box.

You were so focused on the match, putting your body on the line to stop the ball getting by.

So when South Africa had a perfect ball through, you ran as fast as you could to catch up but your hopes of stopping a goal came tumbling down when you ended up tumbling down.

A searing pain ran through your body as you grabbed your knee.

You smacked the floor in anger, your face buried in the floor.

You knew what you had done, you’d heard enough description of it from Leah and Beth.

Alessia was the first to you, your best friend always knowing when your injuries were bad.

She waved the medics immediately, sending leah a panicked look.

You felt a hand on your back and turned to look at Beth.

Beth had clearly ran from the bench to see if you were okay.

“Beth?”

“I’m here, love.”

“I’ve done it. I know I have.” You cried, grabbing ahold of Beth’s hand as she moved your head into her lap.

In that moment, Beth didn’t care if she was revealing your relationship. She just wanted to help you and you didn’t care either, wanting to be as close to Beth.

The medics brought the stretcher on, helping you on before carrying you off, Beth staying by your side, kissing your head.

You went straight to the hospital, knowing your mum was in the crowd so she could drive you home.

Beth and Leah went with, Leah not saying a word.

Once the scans were done, you were sent to a room where the three of you sat patiently.

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee, want one too?” Beth asked, standing up from her seat.

“Please.” You whispered, sending her a weak smile.

You looked over at Leah, expecting her to say something but instead, you were met with silence.

She was gazing out the window to the city that lay outside.

“So… you and Beth?”

“Yeah… listen Le, I’m sorry. We were going to tell you at some point. We just wanted some privacy to explore what we wanted with each other first.” You explained, watching Leah nod.

“I’m your big sister, Y/N, I thought we told each other everything?”

“We do, Leah, I promise. Just not Beth, we wanted to have a bit of time together alone without anyone knowing. Mum doesn’t even know.” You continued your explanation.

“Does Alessia know?”

You shook your head, Leah sending you a surprised look.

“If Alessia doesn’t know then you really must have wanted to keep it private.” Leah said, knowing you tell Alessia everything and anything.

“We really wanted to. I’m sorry.”

“Are you happy?”

“So happy. Le, Beth makes me laugh, she makes me smile when I’m sad, she’s just…incredible. There’s no true word that explains how happy she makes me. Please give her a chance, I know you’re protective but you know Beth, she’s a good one.”

“I’ll still have words with her, but if you’re really that happy then I think I can give her a chance.” Leah told you, sending you a smile.

“I would get up and hug you but I don’t really think I can.” You joked but before you could even finish, Leah had jumped up and wrapped her arms around you.

“Just think, if you and Beth get married, me and her would be sister in laws.”

“You would.” You agreed, watching Beth walk into the room.

“Hi, sister in law.” Leah said

“She’s okay with it?” Beth questioned, looking at you.

You nodded excitedly, watching a massive smile appear on her face.

“You’re still getting the big sister talk though, Mead.”

“Of course I am.”

[revelboo]

Would Thundercracker's human friend from Better Open the Door ever be able to convince TC to let them go home? (Their actual home lmao)

Or would he just plain refuse to see reason forever?

Like, he seems reasonable enough, if a bit... Clingy. And lonely. And sad.

I mean, I'd gladly be his friend, and talk about movies with him. But being kept in his room like a glorified pet is a bit much.

He would when the guilt kicks in hard enough, wanting to prove he cares and listens, even if he hates it. That said, he’s absolutely going to spend every free minute he has stalking you from above in his alt mode to keep you safe.

Better Open The Door Pt 15

Thundercracker x Reader

• Drowsing sprawled on him, it’s strange to feel so comfortable. One of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your butt. Resting your chin on him you study that handsome, alien face that’s become so familiar to you. Knowing you’re falling for him despite still being unhappy with him and you’re tempted to ruin it all. Trying to gather up the nerve to ask again, because if he really cares about you, he has to understand he has to let you go eventually.

• Optics brightening when he feels you move on him, he tucks his chin to see you. And you look so lovely sprawled on him, servos flexing on you when you yawn. “Sleep okay?” He asks and you lay your cheek back down against him. This moment. He wants to keep it forever. The way you look waking up in his arms, hair messy and eyes sleepy. “I’m probably not a very comfortable bed, am I?”

• “You’re warm.” Painfully aware of your own nakedness when the servos of one hand slides up your spine and his other hand gently flexes on your butt. And there’s his spike hardening against your hip. “Already? It’s hard to have a conversation when you do that,” you protest. And he smiles crookedly at you, expression almost boyish and not at all ashamed.

• “You have that effect on me,” he admits, cupping your chin and tipping it up. Venting when you lean up on him, mouth brushing his in a much too brief kiss. “Not so fast.” Servos threading through your hair to cup the back of your head, he tugs you back to him, mouth lazily exploring yours.

• Laughing as you break away and his servos lazily comb through your hair, you push up to straddle him and his servos skim up your body and then back down to rest on your hips. Remembering his words from the night before. That he’d said he loved you when he barely knows you. Even if the way he looks up at you is almost worshipful. “Can we talk?” Does he even really understand what love is or is he just fascinated with those love stories he watches?

• Servos wandering to cup soft skin, he rumbles at you. Do you think you really need to ask? That there’s anything he wouldn’t do for you? “Of course.” Servos stroking over you, he wonders if he can bond you. What it would be like to feel you tangled in his spark, touching him intimately. Why are you frowning at him? “Is something wrong?”

• “No, it’s just- It’s nothing,” you say, one of your hands covering his as it wanders and squeezes. And he’s frowning at you now, reaching up to tap a servo against your bottom lip. Waiting expectantly and you cringe. “You know you can’t just keep me here forever. Right? I have family and they must be worried.”

• Expression closing off, he catches your wrist when you start to pull away. Upset with him. Hasn’t he taken care of you? Protected you? “You’re not a prisoner,” he says, voice flat. Empty as his spark constricts. Was it only fragging to you? Nothing more? “I just want you to be happy. Safe.” And if you don’t want him, he’ll let you go. He’ll watch over you even if you don’t want him. Set you free and protect you from a distance as it kills him. You’re everything to him. “Is that what you want? To leave?” If so, he’ll stay as close as he can, let you have your freedom while you can, because as soon as the war starts up again, he’ll bring you back home to him no matter what you want. Can’t lose you.

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Probably a good idea to add a warning to the first chapters of it and TFA Blitzwing’s fic

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/n, having been with the Wolff family for two months, embarks on her first race weekend, where she bonds with Jack, enjoys the camaraderie of the paddock, and develops a friendly rapport with Lewis Hamilton while being supported by Toto and Susie. And after a year if working for the Wolffs, Y/n enjoys a summer vacation on their yacht, where she experiences subtle flirtation and affectionate gestures from Toto and Susie, leading her to question their intentions while developing a deeper bond

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

AN: I know you all had to wait too long for this but here it is. Also, I decided no more social media Post because it takes way too long to create

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.4 Ch.5

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Chapter 3: A Race and the beginning of something different

Y/n had been with the Wolff family for two months now, and while she’d grown accustomed to life in their Monaco home and her daily routine with Jack, this weekend was something new—her very first race weekend. The sun was shining brightly over the paddock as she held Jack’s hand, both of them walking excitedly through the bustling atmosphere. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. She had seen glimpses of the motorsport world on Netflix, but now she was right in the thick of it. The buzz of the engines, the chatter of team members, and the vibrant energy that filled the air was intoxicating.

Toto and Susie were already engrossed in their responsibilities. Susie had waved a quick goodbye, saying she would catch up with Y/n and Jack later, while Toto kissed Jack’s head and gave Y/n a reassuring smile before heading toward the Mercedes garage. "If you need anything, just call," he reminded her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Y/n smiled and nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch. "Don’t worry, Toto. Jack and I will be fine. We’ll just explore for a bit."

Jack, holding Y/n's hand tightly, looked up at her with excitement. "Are we gonna see Lewis today?"

Y/n chuckled at his eagerness. "I think we might, little man. But remember, Lewis is working, so we can’t bother him too much."

As they made their way toward the hospitality suite, Y/n was greeted with polite smiles and nods from various team members and guests, who were clearly accustomed to the Wolff family’s presence. She felt a little self-conscious but kept her focus on Jack, who was bubbling with excitement and pointing out everything around him—the cars being wheeled into the garages, the engineers huddled over data screens, and the bustling media crews.

It wasn’t long before they ran into Lewis Hamilton. Dressed in his distinctive race weekend style, Lewis spotted them first. His face lit up instantly when he saw Jack bouncing on his toes and Y/n beside him. "Hey, my little man!" Lewis grinned, crouching down to greet Jack with a playful fist bump. "You excited for the race?"

Jack beamed. "Yeah! I can't wait to see you win, Lewis!"

Lewis laughed and ruffled Jack’s hair before turning his attention to Y/n. "And you must be Y/n," he said, standing up and extending a hand. "I’ve heard a lot about you. Finally, we meet!"

Y/n took his hand, feeling the warmth and friendliness radiating from him. "Nice to meet you too, Lewis. Jack talks about you all the time."

Lewis winked at Jack. "Does he now? Well, I better not disappoint, huh?"

Y/n chuckled, instantly feeling at ease around him. There was something about Lewis that was disarming, like they had been friends for years. He had a natural charisma that made her feel welcome, even in the high-octane, intense world of Formula 1. "I’m just trying to keep up with this little guy. He's the expert around here," she joked, squeezing Jack's hand playfully.

Lewis grinned and motioned toward the Mercedes garage. "Well, if you two need any tips on how things work around here, just let me know. I'll be your guide."

Y/n smiled, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks, I might take you up on that. It’s all a bit overwhelming for my first race weekend."

"You’ll get the hang of it," Lewis assured her. "And don’t worry, you’ve got this one," he said, nodding toward Jack, "to show you the ropes."

As they continued through the paddock, Y/n couldn’t help but notice how many people stopped to greet Lewis, many of them nodding or waving to her as well. Each time someone approached, Lewis made a point of introducing her. "This is Y/n, she’s with the Wolff family," he’d say, and she was met with warm smiles and welcoming words. She had never expected to feel so included in such a high-profile environment.

A little while later, they made their way to the Mercedes hospitality area. Y/n guided Jack toward a quieter corner where they could grab some snacks and drinks. As they sat down, Jack happily munching on a sandwich, she caught sight of Toto and Susie again. Both of them waved, and Susie quickly made her way over.

"How are you two doing?" Susie asked, her hand lightly resting on Y/n's back as she leaned in to check on Jack. "Everything alright?"

Y/n smiled and nodded. "We’re great. Jack’s been telling me all about the cars, and Lewis just gave us a mini-tour of the paddock."

Susie smiled warmly, squeezing Y/n’s arm. "Lewis is a sweetheart, isn’t he? Always so good with Jack."

"He really is," Y/n agreed. "He made me feel welcome right away."

Toto joined them shortly after, looking slightly stressed but still managing a smile. "Is everything okay?" he asked, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

Y/n couldn’t help but notice how much they both checked in on her. It was sweet, and she appreciated it more than she could say. "Everything's perfect," she reassured him. "You two have nothing to worry about. Jack and I are having a great time."

Toto nodded, looking relieved. "Good. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask."

As the day continued, Y/n and Jack explored the paddock even more. They ran into other drivers, who all seemed to adore Jack’s enthusiasm. George Russell stopped by to chat with them briefly, commenting on how Jack looked like he might be the next big racer. "You’re going to be taking my seat in a few years, huh, Jack?" George teased, making Jack giggle.

Y/n found herself laughing along with them, the playful banter making her feel even more at ease. The dynamic between her and the drivers was natural and fun, especially with Lewis, who kept checking in on her whenever they crossed paths.

At one point, while Jack was busy talking to one of the mechanics, Lewis leaned in slightly and said, "I can see why Toto and Susie speak so highly of you. You’re great with Jack."

Y/n felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks. "Thank you, that means a lot."

Lewis grinned. "We’re all a big family here, so if you ever need anything, just shout. You’ve got a whole paddock looking out for you now."

The day was full of new experiences, but despite the high-energy atmosphere, Y/n never felt overwhelmed. Everyone was kind, and Jack’s infectious excitement made the long day feel light and fun. She was starting to understand what Susie and Toto meant when they talked about the family-like environment within the team.

Later in the afternoon, as the sun began to set and the paddock started to wind down for the day, Y/n found herself back in the Mercedes hospitality area, sipping on a cold drink while Jack played with a toy car. Lewis, George, and even a few other drivers and team members wandered in and out, sharing stories and laughter.

As they sat together, Toto and Susie rejoined them, both finally able to relax after their hectic day. Susie placed a gentle hand on Y/n’s shoulder again. "You did great today, Y/n. I hope it wasn’t too much for your first race."

Y/n smiled, feeling a deep sense of belonging. "It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience."

Toto nodded, his expression softening. "We’re glad to have you with us. And Jack," he added, glancing at his son, who was now pretending to race his toy car on the floor, "looks like he’s had the time of his life."

Y/n chuckled, watching Jack with a fond smile. "He sure has. And so have I."

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Y/n had been with the Wolff family for over a year, effortlessly integrating into their lives. Her culinary skills and nurturing nature made her a beloved member of the household, particularly for Jack, who adored her like a second mom. Yet, it was during this summer vacation on the yacht that the lines of their relationship began to blur, revealing a more intimate dynamic between her and Toto and Susie.

Even before summer, there had been moments—small, seemingly innocent gestures that lingered longer than necessary. For instance, one evening while cooking dinner together, Toto had leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear as he reached past her to grab an ingredient. The warmth of his body against hers had sent a shiver down her spine. When he had turned to face her, their eyes met, and for a fleeting second, Y/n felt a rush of electricity between them. She had quickly brushed it off, convincing herself that he was just being friendly.

During another late-night movie marathon, Y/n found herself sitting on the couch next to Toto, who had casually rested his arm on the back of the sofa. Every time Y/n leaned back, her shoulder brushed against his, a seemingly innocent act that ignited a tension she hadn’t anticipated. As she chuckled at a joke, she felt his fingers gently graze her arm, a light touch that lingered too long to be considered accidental. Y/n had laughed it off, but the butterflies in her stomach told her otherwise. Were they flirting, or was it simply her imagination?

As the summer vacation unfolded, the Wolffs had set sail on their luxurious yacht, diving into a world of sun-soaked days and endless laughter. Y/n and Jack spent their mornings engaged in water sports, the two of them laughing and splashing about in the ocean. They would race jet skis, play in the waves, and build sandcastles on the beach, their giggles echoing in the salty air.

Meanwhile, Susie and Toto often shared knowing looks as they watched Y/n interact with Jack. Their casual conversations held double meanings, their smiles laden with something unsaid. “She’s incredible with him, isn’t she?” Toto remarked one afternoon, his gaze fixed on Y/n as she knelt on the deck, demonstrating how to throw a frisbee.

“Absolutely,” Susie replied, her tone playful yet thoughtful. “She’s a natural. I’ve never seen Jack so happy.” There was a glimmer in her eye, an awareness that suggested Susie was recognizing Y/n’s growing influence within their family.

“I just love the way she brings out the best in him,” Toto continued, his eyes softened as he watched Y/n toss the frisbee into the air with Jack squealing in delight. “It’s like she’s made for this.”

Susie chuckled, a hint of mischief in her voice. “You’re not the only one who’s taken notice, Toto. Everyone adores her. But I think she might need a little more attention from us, don’t you?”

As the days drifted into a sun-drenched haze, the subtle advances began to intensify. One afternoon, while lounging on deck, Y/n leaned over the railing, gazing out at the horizon. Toto, sitting nearby, shifted closer, letting his knee brush against hers. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Just how beautiful it is out here,” she replied, glancing sideways. But her heart raced when she felt his hand rest gently on her thigh for a brief moment before he withdrew it. It felt casual yet intimate, leaving Y/n questioning whether it was a friendly gesture or something more.

On another occasion, as they prepared for dinner, Y/n asked Susie to help her with the presentation of the meal. As they arranged the plates, Susie stood close, her hip brushing against Y/n’s as she leaned in to whisper a suggestion. “You’re doing such a fantastic job. Everyone loves your cooking,” she said, her hand resting on Y/n’s back, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

Y/n felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she replied, “Thanks, Susie! I’m just trying to make sure everyone has a great time.” Her heart fluttered with a mixture of joy and confusion. Was it her imagination, or was Susie flirting with her too?

Later that evening, as they gathered for a group photo, Y/n felt Susie’s hand slide to her lower back, guiding her into position. It was a gesture so light yet filled with an unmistakable warmth. Y/n posed beside Susie, their smiles bright for the camera, but Y/n’s mind raced. The way Susie's hand rested against her skin felt charged with an energy that made her stomach flip.

“Okay, let’s capture this moment!” Toto said, clicking away with his camera, a proud smile on his face as he glanced between the two women. “You both look stunning.”

As they reviewed the photos later, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught in a delicate dance of affection. She tried to convince herself that she was reading too much into the touches and glances shared with Toto and Susie. But deep down, she relished the attention and the way they made her feel special.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yacht as Y/n adjusted her bikini top, feeling the soft breeze brush against her tanned skin. It was one of those perfect summer days, the kind that made everything feel vibrant and alive. With her skin glistening from the sun and the ocean waves lapping gently at the hull, she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

“Hey, Susie!” Y/n called out, her voice playful as she spotted Susie lounging nearby with a cocktail in hand. “Could you take some pictures of me for my Instagram? I want to get some good shots with this view!”

Susie’s eyes lit up with excitement as she set her drink down. “Of course! I’d love to help you out!” She rose, her own bikini accentuating her fit figure as she joined Y/n near the railing, the sea stretching out behind them like a brilliant blue canvas.

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got,” Susie said, a mischievous smile on her face. “I know just the poses to make you look amazing. You ready?”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “I’m ready! Just promise me you’ll make me look good. You’re the only one who can do it. Toto tries, but he’s hopeless with the phone!”

“Right? He’s definitely more suited for the track than behind a camera,” Susie replied, chuckling as she positioned herself to get the best angle. “All right, let’s start with a classic. Put one hand on your hip, and tilt your head slightly.”

Y/n followed Susie’s instructions, her confidence building with each click of the camera. As she posed, Susie moved around her, adjusting the angle and lighting, encouraging her with playful commentary. “That’s it! Now give me a little smile, but not too much. You want to look effortlessly beautiful.”

With each pose, Y/n felt a rush of joy and empowerment. She struck a few more playful poses, laughing at Susie’s enthusiastic direction. “You know, I could get used to this! You’re like my personal photographer!”

“Exactly! Just don’t ask Toto; he might take a picture of the ocean instead of you!” Susie replied, both of them bursting into laughter as Y/n struck a particularly exaggerated pose, pretending to act like a model.

In the background, Toto leaned casually against the railing, arms crossed, a broad smile plastered on his face as he watched the two women. The sunlight highlighted the warmth in his gaze as he took in Y/n’s playful energy and confidence. Each pose was met with a light chuckle from him, enjoying the spectacle that unfolded before him.

“Isn’t she looking stunning, Susie?” he called out, breaking into their laughter. “I might need to hire you as a full-time photographer! Those are some serious modeling skills right there!”

Y/n turned, her cheeks flushing at the compliment as she struck a more serious pose, hand on her hip and chin raised, all the while pretending to be the ultimate supermodel. “What do you think? Is this good?”

“Very good! But let’s try to make it look more natural,” Susie said, waving her hands animatedly. “Now, Y/n, give me a fun, candid laugh like you just heard the best joke ever!”

Y/n burst into genuine laughter, the kind that brightened her eyes and made her heart feel light. “This is the best shoot ever!” she exclaimed, not noticing how Toto leaned in closer, captivated by her joy.

Susie clicked away, each snap capturing Y/n’s carefree spirit against the backdrop of shimmering water and sun-kissed skin. Y/n felt liberated, her insecurities washed away by the warm sun and laughter. And as Susie guided her into another pose, Y/n couldn’t help but feel like this moment was more than just a photo shoot; it was a glimpse into a world where she felt loved and accepted.

Toto’s laughter echoed behind them, blending with the sounds of the ocean, as he chimed in, “Let me know when you want me to jump in the shot, but I can’t guarantee I won’t steal the spotlight!”

Y/n grinned at the playful banter, her heart fluttering at the attention. “I think you’ll just add to my gorgeousness, Toto!” she teased, striking a dramatic pose that made Susie laugh even harder.

As they wrapped up the mini photo shoot, Y/n felt a warmth that went beyond the sun on her skin. There was something intoxicating about being the center of attention, especially with both Susie and Toto so engaged in her joy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper in their gazes than mere friendship.

“Let’s take a couple of selfies together!” Y/n suggested, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled Susie close, her arm draped over her shoulder.

“Perfect! We need to show everyone how much fun we’re having!” Susie replied, leaning in closer as they both grinned at the camera.

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The sun had long set, giving way to a stunning night sky filled with twinkling stars. Y/n had just finished putting Jack to bed after a delightful dinner cooked by the yacht's chef, a well-deserved break for her amidst the chaos of summer vacation. She stepped out onto the deck, the warm evening air wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. The yacht bobbed gently on the waves, and the distant sound of laughter drifted up from the main deck, where Toto and Susie were finishing up their glasses of champagne.

“Hey! Join us!” Susie called out, her eyes sparkling under the soft glow of the deck lights.

Y/n smiled and walked over, accepting a glass from Toto, who had a playful grin plastered across his face. “To beautiful nights and good company,” he toasted, clinking his glass against theirs before taking a hearty sip.

As they settled into the cozy ambiance, the conversation flowed freely, aided by the champagne’s bubbly charm. The trio stood close together, leaning against the railing, watching the gentle waves lapping at the boat's sides. With each passing moment and every shared laugh, Y/n began to feel a warm buzz coursing through her veins.

“You know,” Susie began, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes, “it’s nights like these that make me realize how much I appreciate having you here, Y/n. You bring a special energy to our family.”

Toto nodded in agreement, a soft smile on his lips. “Absolutely. We’re lucky to have you. Jack can’t stop talking about you.” He leaned a little closer, his arm brushing against Y/n’s shoulder, the contact sending a spark through her.

“Thanks, you guys! I love spending time with Jack. He’s a joy,” Y/n replied, trying to maintain her composure as she felt the warmth of their compliments.

As they continued to chat, the atmosphere became increasingly intimate. Toto poured another round of champagne, and the trio settled onto a plush outdoor bed on the deck, the soft cushions inviting them to lean closer. The stars above seemed to twinkle with approval as they nestled together, Y/n in the middle, sandwiched between the two.

“Isn’t it wonderful out here?” Susie mused, her hand casually resting on Y/n’s thigh, fingers tracing a gentle pattern that made Y/n’s heart race. “I could stay out here forever.”

Y/n chuckled, a bit of tipsiness adding a playful edge to her response. “I’m definitely not complaining, especially with such great company. And this view is incredible!”

With each glass of champagne, the lines blurred further. The conversation flowed freely, filled with laughter and playful banter, and as the night wore on, the warmth of the drinks transformed Y/n’s inhibitions. She began to flirt back, feeling emboldened by the ambiance and the giggles shared between the three of them.

“Susie, I have to say, I think you’re the best photographer,” Y/n teased, glancing at her with a playful smile. “Maybe you should teach Toto a thing or two about taking good pictures.”

Toto feigned offense, a mock-serious expression on his face. “Hey! I’m a great photographer! I just have… a unique style.”

“Unique, huh?” Y/n laughed, nudging him playfully. “More like untrained.”

The teasing drew more laughter, and in that moment, Toto leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re not wrong, you know. But I think it’s time I stepped up my game. You deserve only the best photos.”

Susie grinned, her fingers playfully poking Y/n’s side. “And I’ll help! We can turn you into a full-blown influencer! Just look at you!”

The playful banter flowed effortlessly, but there was an underlying tension that Y/n couldn’t quite place. Toto’s lingering glances, the way his hand would occasionally brush against her back, and the softness in Susie’s eyes whenever she looked at Y/n made her heart flutter with confusion. Were they flirting? Was she reading too much into it?

As the bottle of champagne dwindled, Toto suggested they lay back on the cushions, their bodies relaxing into the plush fabric under the night sky. They arranged themselves in a loose circle, lying back against the warm cushions, the stars twinkling down at them like a million watchful eyes.

“You know,” Susie said, her voice turning softer, “it’s so nice to just relax and unwind like this. It feels like a dream.” Her hand found Y/n’s again, resting lightly on her stomach.

Y/n felt her pulse quicken, the closeness of them all making her both giddy and slightly breathless. “Yeah, it really does,” she agreed, casting a sidelong glance at Toto, who was now resting his head on his arm, watching her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

Toto shifted slightly, his hand brushing against Y/n’s shoulder as he turned to face her. “You know, you’re a wonderful addition to our family. I just want you to know that,” he said, the sincerity in his tone stirring something deep within her.

The alcohol coursing through her made Y/n feel bolder. “Well, thank you. I really enjoy being part of it,” she replied, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “And you two are pretty fun to hang out with.”

As the night wore on and the three of them sank deeper into their relaxed state, Y/n found herself sharing more laughter, her inhibitions fading further. She leaned closer to Toto, whispering a playful comment about Jack’s antics earlier that day. The moment felt electric, the intimacy of the night pressing in around them.

But even in her tipsy state, a part of her hesitated. It couldn’t be that they were actually interested in her, could it? Surely, they were just a touchy-feely family, expressing warmth and camaraderie. Yet, as Toto’s eyes twinkled with mischief and Susie’s hand stayed firmly against her side, Y/n couldn’t help but question the reality of the situation.

Later that night, after a few more glasses and shared stories, Y/n finally retreated to her room, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling her senses. She settled into bed, the alcohol still buzzing in her system. Lying there, she replayed the evening’s events, her mind racing with thoughts and feelings that felt simultaneously thrilling and confusing.

“It couldn’t be that they actually like me on a deeper level,” she concluded, letting out a sigh. “They’re just being friendly. I must be misreading everything.”

But as her eyelids grew heavier and sleep beckoned her, the warmth of the night lingered, filling her dreams with laughter, warmth, and the stars above.

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Once Y/n was tucked away in her cabin, the atmosphere on the deck shifted slightly. Susie and Toto shared a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They moved to the edge of the yacht, leaning against the railing, looking out at the stars reflecting on the calm water. The moon bathed them in a soft glow, creating an intimate backdrop for their conversation.

“Do you think she has any idea?” Susie asked, her voice low, tinged with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Toto chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “I doubt it. She’s too sweet and innocent for her own good. It’s part of what makes her so special.” His tone was affectionate, and his eyes sparkled with admiration. “I mean, look at how she interacts with Jack. It’s like they share this bond that’s beautiful to witness.”

Susie nodded, leaning against Toto’s side. “I love how she makes him feel. But it’s more than that. There’s something about her. She lights up the room, you know? I can’t help but feel drawn to her.”

Toto glanced down at Susie, sensing the depth of her feelings. “You’re right. She’s captivating. There’s this warmth about her that feels so genuine. And I can’t deny I’ve felt a connection with her too. It’s… different.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone since… well, you know.”

Susie smiled softly, her gaze thoughtful. “I do know. And I see it in you. You’re both so comfortable around each other, and she doesn’t treat us like we’re some untouchable family. She’s down-to-earth, real.” She sighed, her heart racing a bit at the thought. “What do you think we should do? I mean, do we just keep being ourselves around her, or…?”

“I think we should keep exploring this dynamic,” Toto suggested, his voice low but fervent. “But we have to be careful. I don’t want to scare her off or make her feel uncomfortable. We have to make sure she knows how much we care about her.”

“True,” Susie agreed, her mind racing with possibilities. “But I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to bring her closer to us. We could be a family, and she could be a part of it in a different way. I think she deserves to know how much she means to us.”

Toto turned to look at Susie, intrigued by her thought process. “What do you mean by ‘a different way’? Are you thinking more than just being a caregiver for Jack?”

Susie met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with mischief. “Well, I don’t know how she would feel about that, but there’s a chemistry between us. I can sense it. And you can’t tell me you haven’t felt that too.”

Toto hesitated, a rush of emotions flooding his mind. “I have. But I’ve never acted on anything like that. Not since…” He trailed off, the unspoken weight of his past lingering between them.

Susie took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if this is different? What if we could be open about how we feel? With her? It could be freeing, you know? We could all explore this together. I think she’d be open to it, given the right circumstances.”

Toto looked out at the stars, his mind racing with the possibilities. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. “I don’t want to rush anything. She’s important to us, and I don’t want to jeopardize what we already have. But if she’s interested, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to explore it. There’s something special there.”

Susie smiled, her heart swelling with hope. “Exactly. Let’s keep nurturing our relationship with her, making her feel cherished. If she’s as open as we think, the rest will follow.”

Toto nodded slowly, feeling more at ease. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ll show her our affection, let her know how much we care, and see where that leads.”

As they stood close together, feeling the cool breeze and the warmth of their shared excitement, both Toto and Susie silently agreed to embrace this new chapter of their lives. They were drawn to Y/n, not just for her role in their family but for the light she brought into their lives.

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[m1ngkis]

Hongjoong relieving some stress for you (18+)

A/N: MINORS BE GONE. This contains the sexual intercourse, fingering, and captain my captain why must you be so hot 🫡 MWAH

You can barely drag your feet into the apartment after everything you had been through today.

People at work acting like they had half a brain. People on the road driving like maniacs and endangering your life multiple times.

When you finally got your key through the lock and closed the door behind you, you kicked your shoes off and headed straight for the kitchen.

“Hey honey.” Hongjoong glanced up from his phone at his spot on the couch.

You didn’t even register his voice, too focused on scanning the cabinets for your favorite chips.

“Honey?” Hongjoong glanced up again, his eyes lingering on you a little longer. “You okay?”

“Huh?” You turn to face your boyfriend, chips forgotten as you trudge towards him. “Yeah, it’s been a rough day.”

“Can I help?” He raises his brows and puts his phone to the side as you slip onto the cushion next to him. “Want to talk about it?”

“It’s the usual. Dumb people doing dumb things. It’s just ticking me off a bit more today.” A heavy sigh releases from you as his arm stretches over your shoulders and pulls you to lay on his chest, his heart beat thudding against your ear.

“You’re sure I can’t help?”

“Well…” You lace your fingers with his free hand and lift your chin to rest on his shoulder. “I know what helps when you get stressed..”

You can see him try and fight the smirk tugging at his lips as his hand tightens around yours. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He releases your hand and grips your chin up so your lips are centimeters apart.

His breath on the tip of your nose and a sweet hum finds its way past your lips as your eyes flutter closed. “Hongjoong.”

“Yes?”

“Make me feel good please?”

“That’s my girl.” Hongjoong smiles, connecting your lips in a kiss as he rearranges your positions.

Next thing you know, his hands are pulling at your jeans and tossing his own shirt away as his tongue explores your mouth.

You lift your hips as he removes your jeans and slips his fingers into your panties. Hongjoong moans when he feels you start to wet his fingers, rubbing tight circles into your clit.

“Gonna make you forget all about today.” His lips travel down you neck until they settle just between your breasts, sucking on your skin as your back arches up.

“Oh please!” Your breath gets heavier by the second as his fingers continue to move against your sensitive clit.

His fingers got sloppy as they covered in your slick and your legs snapped closed as he dipped two fingers into your walls and thrusted shallowly.

“God, you feel so good..can’t wait to get inside you.”

“Ooh..right there!” Your nails dug into his wrists as he angled his fingers to brush your spot with every thrust. Your breathy moans urged him on as his pace quickened, his own moans blending into a beautiful harmony.

Your toes curled as your orgasm hit and before you could get anything out, Hongjoong had the rest of his clothes off and his dick lined up with the opening of your pussy, still clenching around air.

“You might need this more than I do.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a searing kiss.

You felt him slide into you, agonizingly inching in as if he had all the time in the world. He loved tasting your moans as you settled around his length and begged in his ear for him to move.

He wanted to stay put for a second, wanted to enjoy the intimacy of having you this near (also so he wouldn’t cum so quickly)

When he did move, you felt it in your bones. The pleasure tingled through your toes and your head dropped back against the couch cushions.

“That’s what you need huh?” Hongjoong pants, his knuckles turning white from his deathly grip on the arm of the couch. “Needed me to fuck this pussy, that’s all?”

“Y-yes! Joong…you’re so good.”

His thrusts pick up as you mumble incoherent words from drooling lips. He has a leg over his shoulder and his hand is just grazing your throat.

He’s holding back from gripping it up and overdoing it but the temptation is killing him.

There you are, taking him so well and your head is thrown back so it’s all on display. He just wants to, “Fucking.. choke me please!”

Your nails claw at his hand as your eyes roll back. And suddenly, heaven on earth doesn’t sound so unreachable when his hand is clenched around your throat, the veins popping out just how you like them.

“Fuuck!” Your voice barely comes out with his punishing strokes.

It’s rewarding when you hear him get more vocal, his moans pitching up and getting whinier as his hips stutter into your pussy. “You gonna make me cum, honey..shit.”

“Please..I’m right there.” You plead as his head dips back into your neck, his eyes screwed shut as he spills into you.

The action triggers your own orgasm and you know you’ll have to apologize to the neighbors with how loud you are.

Hongjoong lifts himself off of you, sliding out with a hiss before adjusting his body to the side.“I love when people get on your nerves..”

[cobaltperun]

Tara x Fem!Reader,

They have been together for over a month now, laying in Tara's bed, watching a movie then Tara starts teasing R with cheesy pick up lines.

Like:

• Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!

• That shirt looks great on you… as a matter of fact, so would I.

• There must be a light switch on my forehead because every time I see you, you turn me on!

• There must be a light switch on my forehead because every time I see you, you turn me on!

• If your upper lip is Christmas and your lower lip is Thanksgiving, can I come visit any time in between?

Then R teases back

• I’m an adventurer and I want to explore you.

And.... don't know about the ending! I just thought this would be a fluffy/funny one shot!

Thank you so much for taking requests, it's totally okay if you don't want to do this!

Pick up

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: You and Tara can't help but be silly.

Masterlist

Word count: 1.1k

It was official, you should never pick a random movie to watch. It was cheesy, over the top acting, so bad it was actually kinda funny, oh, well, at least you were having fun laughing at how ridiculous everything was. And then it happened. The main character, whose name you'd very quickly forget went and said it. The cheesiest pick up line of them all. "I swear someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

The poor girl he was trying to seduce was wearing sunglasses...

Tara leaned on your shoulder, shaking with laughter as she slapped your knee. "On no! Why would he say something like that?!" she laughed so loud you were afraid Sam would barge in, and let's just say Sam wasn't all that ready to accept you and Tara were together, even though it's already been a month since you and Tara confessed your feelings for one another and started dating. It’s not that she hated you, she was just very, very careful and you still didn’t get the chance to prove you were trustworthy.

Well, considering what the two sisters went through you couldn't say you blamed Sam, if you were in her place you'd be suspicious of anyone new as well.

You worked to get Tara’s trust, and that took a lot of effort, and you’d work for Sam’s trust as well, because you were head over heels for the girl next to you.

"That was awful," you laughed with Tara and hugged her, pulling her down on the bed, the awful movie forgotten. It peaked, that was it, nothing could top the ridiculousness of that line.

"Y/N," Tara began once she caught her breath.

"Yeah?" you turned to look at her and saw the mischievous grin on her face.

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!" she said it all proud and eager to see your reaction and you just lost it.

"Damn it, Tara!" you snickered, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sounds.

"I have more," she leaned in while you were still snickering. "Are you an inhaler? Because I need you to breathe," she whispered, making sure she whispered it right in your ear.

Your breath hitched for a moment as she lightly bit your earlobe. "Yeah? Are you an alarm clock? 'Cause I want you to wake me up every morning," you replied, causing her to giggle in your ear, and though you loved hearing her giggles you turned around and brushed her lips with the tip of your thumb. "Your lips look a bit dry, let me be your lip balm."

Tara grinned but leaned down to kiss you gently, she kissed you a few times, going from soft, innocent pecks, to a slow, sensual kiss.

"Mhm, if your upper lip is Christmas and your lower lip is Thanksgiving, can I come visit any time in between?" she tugged at your lower lip gently with her teeth and then kissed you again, this time slipping her tongue inside your mouth.

"No wonder the sky looks so dark, all the stars are right here," you said when you separated and moved to kiss her freckles. When you pulled away you saw her blushing, her eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

"That shirt looks great on you… as a matter of fact, so would I." she said, her hand sliding up your stomach underneath your shirt.

"Well, that escalated quickly," you grinned and pulled her so she was on top of you. "I must be ticklish, 'cause you tickled my fancy."

She snorted at that. "Got any more?" she poked your chest and smiled when you nodded.

"Apologize to polar bears. You're so hot their ice is melting," you said with a grin so cheesy you should put it on a pizza.

Tara covered her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what you just said, but you could see the wide smile on her face. "There must be a light switch on my forehead because every time I see you, you turn me on!"

And you decided to match her. "I’m an adventurer and I want to explore you," you whispered softly in her ear and grinned as she blushed once more.

"Your battery is running low," she started laughing before she even finished saying whatever came to her mind. And with how infectious her laugh was to you you couldn't help but laugh with her. Tara laughing like this, so hard and damn near out of control, it was precious to you, and she looked even more beautiful when she laughed. "I think you should plug it in me," she exclaimed through laughter.

You choked, eyes wide and blood rushing to your face as she said that. She kept laughing but you froze completely, processing what she just said and then you just burst out laughing once more. "That was awful!" you laughed, flipping the two of you around and burying your face in her neck as you tried to stop your laughter only to fail miserably and laugh even harder.

And Tara wasn't doing any better as she gasped for air from how hard she was laughing. "Okay, yeah, I think I can't top that," she confessed as her laughter subsided.

"I can top you though," you said without missing a beat, sending both of you into another fit of laughter.

Neither of you knew that maybe, just maybe, Sam did wake up, and she was annoyed at first, but hearing Tara laughing the way she was right now... well, it made her accept you a bit more. You were making Tara much happier than she was in a long time, and for now that enough for Sam to at least stop glaring at you. She wouldn’t trust you just yet, but it truly looked like you loved Tara with all your heart.

Tara certainly loved you back. Ever since you and her got together Tara laughed more, and she laughed harder than she ever did before getting together with you. You were good for Tara, and Sam could only hope that it was genuine, because she could see it, she knew Tara let you in completely.

“I love you,” she heard your muffled confession and she could imagine Tara smiling, so, with Tara telling you she loved you too, Sam went back to her bedroom.

A/N: Damn, this was fun to write, hope you enjoyed this half as much as I enjoyed writing this 😁😁

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Coincidence?

Pairing : Jacob Black x Shifter!reader

Summary : readers a shifter from another pack and they meet Jacob while patrolling the same area, and it continues from there 😝

Word count : 1,489

You’re another shifter, like the others, you’re a wolf, your fur a pretty color of white mixed with black, like a husky.

The pack you’re in is mainly boys, boys seem to shift more then girls do, from what you’ve seen, you’re the only girl in your pack, despite the other girls around that have been imprinted on by other members of the pack, oh how lucky they must be.

What was it like to imprint? That thought was always in your head, honestly, you LOVE romance and anything that comes along with it, it’s always been a little dream of yours to find the man,— or women of your dreams, utterly devoted to you while you reciprocated their feelings, living happily ever after with them, but then again.. you knew if they weren’t a shifter, you’d be putting a heavy burden on them with keeping the secret of shifters and vampires, and if they were a shifter, constant worry would be present everytime they were out, since they wouldn’t be part of your pack, nobody here is your imprint.

Maybe love wasn’t the best idea for shifters, even then, you adored it with your whole entire hesrt, always reading and/or watching romance related things, or just babbling about it, asking the imprintees what it was like, only to be envious, not of their life! But that they had someone to love them with that love being reciprocated.

And one day, Isaac, the alpha of your pack, advised you and a few others patrol in a nearby, yet new area. It was.. Forks? Odd. Your pack mainly hangs around Port Angeles.

“Forks has a smaller population of people, it’s a great place for vampires to lay low. So i suggest we stakeout around that area, we’ll get into groups, one goes, one remains here.”

Isaac explained. His voice serious as usual, despite him being the aloha, we got along really well, he can be a great guy when he’s not in Alpha mode, everyone sees him as a father, in a way.

You, James, and Eric, two other pack members, were told to go and patrol around Forks. Honestly, you were a bit excited! It’s a new area and even while patrolling, you got to explore a whole new area! And if you’re lucky, maybe you could window shop, not in wolf form of course, but just to get a sense of things around there, who knows what’ll happen?

Soon, you and the other two shifters were on your way down to Forks, it didn’t take very long considering your guys’re giant wolves and you have incredible speed, your journey there will definitely take less then an hour.

During the run, you guys spoke through your telepathy, as usual.

“I’ll race ya to.. uhm..”

Eric thought.

“You wanna race but don’t even know to where?”

James asked, obviously amused by his antics,

“I’m working on it!“

Eric said defensively.

“ we can race to uhh.. you see that cabin? To there!”

“A cabin? Doesn’t that mean there’s humans? We can’t let them see us.”

You thought.

“No one’s home, i can’t smell a single human around, you joining the race, Y/N?”

Eric asked, despite his words of reassurance, it was still risky, what if there was someone nearby and we just didn’t know?

“Nah, you two go Head, meet back here once patrol is done?”

You asked

“Yeah.”

Both boys said, before they started their countdown and were off to do who knows what, even during patrol, they were one of the most unserious duos ever, especially since Isaac isn’t around; they’re bound to goof off.

You let out an internal sigh, you just decided to wander, it’s technically still patrolling, right? You weren’t doing anything wrong.

Though, while patrolling, you began to smell another wolf? Maybe it was just Eric or James, but.. they smelt.. different.

A wolf from another pack maybe, they weren’t a threat, right? You’re both shifters, you have the same purpose, kill vampires, why’re you so worried about conflict?? Theres no harm in passing another wolf, it’s just a short glance and then you’re off.

But when you gazed into their eyes…

It was like you’d seen the sun for the first time, and suddenly, you saw a whole future with this wolf, it was.. a boy. You saw visions of the two of you together, happily. It was like he was now your whole life, your world, your everything, he was the only thing that mattered to you, suddenly, you wanted to he with him 24/7, be by his side, for eternity, in the vision you saw how he looked, god, he was GORGEOUS.

Was this imprinting?

You snapped out of whatever trans you were in when the wolf turned his gaze away, only to look right back at you, did he experience the same visions and feelings as you? He had to! He’s a wolf too, he must’ve imprinted too, if your theories are correct.

Should you approach?

You put one paw out, hesitant, did he want you closer?

He seemed to notice, since he came to you, he was a bit bigger then you were, that was fine! But OH MY GOSHH YOU FINALLY MET YOUR IMPRINTEE!!! You were thrilled!!

As he got closer, his russet brown fur tingled your nosecausing a sneeze and for you to shake your head, he let out a small whine, as if apologizing for getting too close, as well as taking a step back.

You quickly moved one step forward, as if saying “no it’s fine, stay close.”

He didn’t seem to mind, your head under his as he leaned down, sniffing you, he’s never seen you around here before, you must be from somewhere else, but where? Would you have to leave soon…?

Despite just meeting, you both felt like you’ve known each other for years, you’re already so comfortable with him, as he was with you.

After some time, you two laid on a nearby meadow, you on your stomach while he was next to you, extremely close sith his body covering yours from his side of view, you’d only see one wolf if you were looking from his side.

You felt comfortable and at peace with him being here, you’d only didn’t want to leave, you wanted to stay with him for however long you could.

But then, you heard howling, it was from your pack. You looked over at him with a saddened look, letting out a whine, it was time for you to go.

He seemed awfully sad too, he didn’t want you to go, but he knew you had to, giving you a lick on the head, he let you go.

You ran off to Eric and James, meeting them at your spot.

“Guys! I found ky imprintee!”

You thought as you got in your telepathy reach.

“For real? Who??”

Both asked in sync

“It’s a wolf boy from another tribe! Sucks he lives somewhat far from us though.. i wanna see him again!!”

You whined

“‘Course you do, you get attached so easily, imprint ir not.”

Eric teased

“Shut up!!”

And then on, you went back to Port Angeles, reporting back to Isaac that there was no vampires around there, and that you had imprinted.. but even so, Isaac had made you stay in Port Angeles just in case, since there have been more Disappearances and/or unexplained murders.

Despite that, you missed that wolf SO BADLY, he was in your head 24/7, even while patrolling, the rest of your pack was starting to get sick of it.

Around a week passed, and Isaac made an announcement.

“We will be working with another pack due to the overwhelming amount of vampires being cited recently, as well as the disappearances and murders, they’ll be a good help, they’ll be coming by tomorrow, try and get along with them.”

He said

Sayibg that, it gave you some hope, what if its his pack?? You’ll get to see him again!

That night, you were restless, you really hoped it was his pack, you missed him SO much, it was almost painful.

By the time they came around, you immediately looked for him, going based off memory from the vision.

And once you locked eyes with a boy, you knew it was him.

When you were about to walk up to him, he walked up to you, holding his hand for you to shake, so formal, yet, you were SO stoked to see him again, he had to he the same, right?

“Jacob Black.”

He said; introducing himself, Gaaaah, his voice is so…!!!!

You shook has habd.

“Y/N L/N.”

You said happily; after a second of silence, he gripped your hand tighter and pulled you into a bear hug, spinning you around and eventually putting you down, but not letting go of you.

“Missed ya.”

You spoke.

“Missed you too.”

“What a coincidence.”

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

synopsis: you yearn to step onto the sand, relinquish your tail for just a moment and experience the world above. You find a man capable of granting you your wish, but there’s something wrong.

tags: mermaid reader, fingering, penetration, beach sex, vulgar, explicit.

wrd cnt: 1.6k

a/n NOT PROOFREAD: i had to get a little creative bc i was researching mermaid intercourse bruh i was deep in the google trenches…hope this is still good !

The moon shines down beneath the crystal clear waters, casting a mesmerizing glow on the vibrant coral reefs and schools of colorful fish. You were no stranger to this enchanting underwater world. But today, as you swam through the familiar marine life, your thoughts were consumed with a longing for something more. You had heard stories of a new world above the surface, a world where creatures with two legs roamed and breathed air instead of water. It was a world that both intrigued and terrified you.

As you gazed up at the shimmering surface, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have shed your tail and explore this foreign land. But as a mermaid, it was only a dream, a distant desire that seemed impossible to fulfill. But little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you.

As you continued to swim along the coast to catch a glimpse of the stars, you find a man with long silver hair walking above the earths hide.

You try to conceal yourself in the night, but he takes quite a quick notice of you.

You get startled from his gaze, but his eyes shine a shade of blue so vibrant they hold you inbetween currents like a fish on a hook.

“Hello there, do not worry, I won’t hurt you”. The man says to you from above, his hands infront of him to show you his good intentions.

You swim up the sand, letting the water glide you up onto a rock, letting your tail lay on the sand; draped over.

He kneels down, “Are you okay?”. You’re avast ways from your home, but you couldn’t miss a chance to actually talk to a human.

”Yes, yes I’m alright.” You began to study his features like a predator ready to strike; his winged-lashes flickering.

You’ve never met a human before, you’d heard stories of the good and bad nature of them, but he seemed different. “You’re a mermaid.” His question sounding more like an awestruck statement. You nod slowly, unsure of his reaction.

“Amazing, I’ve been told your kind had ceased ever since tales of the property emerged. I never thought I’d get to see one again.” He says with a sense of wonder and disbelief.

You can feel your face conform at his words, “Again? Whats is your name?” you ask, suddenly breaking out of his trance.

“Neuvillette. I may look it, but I am not human. I’ve lived many years, and befriended many of your kind. I am just glad to be given the reassurance of your resilience”. He says with honesty.

“Thank you- I am y/n”. You finally tell him.

“Beautiful. What brings you to the coast?” He wonders out loud.

“I’m- just curious. I wished to take a look upon the world above me.”

“Curiosity can lead us to great adventures,” Neuvillette said, his eyes full of admiration as he gazed at you. “But it can also bring us trouble. You are brave to venture to the surface alone.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. “I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. And now, I have found something much more intriguing than just the surface world,” you said, your eyes flickering to Neuvillette’s lips.

He seemed to sense your desire and stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “And what might that be?” he whispered, his voice low and sensual.

“I wish for legs…” You confess, teasing the handsome stranger just a bit.

“And you think I can grant them to you?”

“You are the hydro dragon, aren’t you? I couldn’t quite out my finger on it. But we have a many great tales about you…and your abilities.”

“You are correct. But I must warn you, it could be an unpleasant first feeling.”

“But you can do it?!” You flap your tail in excitement a few times, the hair that covers your wet and exposed chest flaling around as you wait for his confirmation.

“I can…but I must be here to supervise you. A lot can go wrong, and the people of this land may not all be so accepting”. He warns.

You take time to consider the need for your yearning, but still you hold onto the dream you desire so deeply.

“I’m sure of this.”

He releases a deep sigh, “Alright, please allow me.”

With his large palms, he picks you up off the rock; his hand under your slippery tail and holding you bridal style to sit you onto his lap.

You apologize about ruining his clothes with the salty sea water, but he pays no mind.

“Don’t look down. Simply look up here.” He commands, holding your gaze with his own as he soothes the length of your tail, speaking whispers you can’t transcribe, slowly feeling your body half lighten exponentially.

You suddenly feel a weight lifted off you, and look down with his permission.

Your face lights up, and you feel as if you’re dreaming. As if any moment now you’ll wake up under the sea foam and find yourself with a tail.

But this was real, and you thanked the man with everything in you.

“You’re welcome, but remember that there are still-“

“Arghh- Something’s wrong…”

His eyebrows furrow, not seeing anything physically wrong with you which only makes him more worried.”

“What’s wrong my dear?” He says, trying to be respectful and looking away from your naked body.

“Something’s feeling- so hot.” You squirm, looking to him for help.

“Guide me to where you need.”

Taking his hand in yours, you trail him over your stomach before placing it on your growing heat, making his hand cup your crotch.

“Right here” you plead.

His face was covered in deep red, unable to speak.

“That- is quite unusual…I’ve never seen that happen. Does it hurt?” He says with true concern, trying to conceal his arousal.

You shake your head, unable to describe what it felt.

“What is this? Have you ever felt this?”

Neuvillettes voice hitches as he’s even more embarrassed and trying to find the right words to explain what you feel.

“Well, not this exactly no. But, I think I understand the issue”.

He casts a shadow over you, his large body coming close to whisper something in your ear.

“You’re feeling arousal, and there’s only one way to get rid of it.”

You feel a lump in your throat, eyes locked into his as you feel even more helpless.

“Please…” You plead, grinding your hips towards his hand, “Help me get rid of it…”

He smiles down at you, spreading your wet lips apart, “It would be my pleasure, sweet mermaid.”

With a gentle tug, he pushes your back onto the rock you were sat on earlier.

He parts your legs and keeps the bottoms of your thighs on top of his, giving him a good view of his fingers delving into your tight hole.

“Mmfph- that feels…so good”. You confess.

His hand moves your hair behind your neck, your chest fully on display as his free hand squeezes your mounds and roll your nipples under his fingertips, giving you two sources of pleasure unknown to you before.

“Neuvillette- I need more.” You beg, putting your hand on top of his, making him squeeze your breast harder.

“Anything for you, y/n.” He flashes a small smile before putting your hand on growing bulge.

“This is what is going to help you find your release, sweetheart.”

He helps you unzip his pants, and out springs his cock; falling right into your grasp.

Your eyes widen, it felt so big in your hands you didn’t possibly know what to do with it.

He helped you pleasure him, making your hand stroke him up and down as he thrusted into your palm.

“You’re so gentle…such a sweet thing.”

You feel your cunt drool even more, something so unknown to you made you feel so feral.

He positions himself at your entrance, kneeling perfectly before you with your legs wrapped around him.

“This…goes right in here.” He grunts out, pushing his thick, veiny cock fully into your perfect cunt and hearing your pleasure heighten quickly in the form of moans and gasps.

He started with slow, deep thrusts; getting you used to his size and the feeling of your own hole stretching.

You felt like you could pass out if he didn’t keep going, the ambiance of waves crashing against the rock behind you and the sounds of your wet skin slapping together drove you wild. The sea water brushed against your ass but his tongue slid against yours in such a manner that made your entire body feel like it was under the sun.

“Do you like how this feels?” He asks, grunting in your ear and whimpering at how your cunt squeezes him.

You nod profusely, thanking him about a million times as he keeps fucking you on the sand, holding your waist and trialing sloppy kisses down your neck and chest.

Your breathing was heavy and your mind was swirling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. You were completely lost in the moment, just the two of you on the beach, your bodies entwined in ecstasy.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he wanted to take you there with him

“Y/n- keep squeezing around me like that, fuck…such a perfect hole.”

Your moans turned into screams as you both reached your climax together, waves of pleasure crashing over you like the ocean behind you.
You collapsed onto the sand, panting and trying to catch your breath. He rolled onto his back next to you, a content smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair.


“That was amazing,” you said, pulling him close to him. “I’ve never felt anything like that before”.

“Well you have a few more hours of it if you so please.”

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[vessel-token]

—give me all that you can give.

Sleep Token Vessel x F!Reader.

Tags ; Explicit Sexual Content. Body Worship. Dom/Sub Undertones. Implied Body Insecurity (Reader). Mention of Religious Imagery. Cunnilingus. Nipple Play.

AN ; okay god this took me WAY too long to actually write… forgive me, truly. this was based on a post i made a little while ago, and i just finally got off my ass to write it! also holy shit, this is only the second x reader i’ve written in years, so i apologize if it’s a little shitty… it’s also awkward writing dialogue for a guy who doesn’t exactly speak. this isn’t overly graphic since i wanted to shoot for a bit more poetic vibe, but it is smut, so MDNI and read at your own risk! ⚠️

Divider ; @benkeibear

It’s a pair of calloused hands walking down your naked sides, each taking their separate turns to wander from the destined path that is your hips. It’s the way that Vessel has seen every inch of you more times than he can count and yet, his attention will always be snagged by something as simple as a mole or freckle or scar. He’s plenty aware of the existence of any mark on you of course, but they give him an excuse to detour from his inevitable goal in order to brush his thumb over them. You personally don’t understand his fascination, nor do you get why he feels he needs a reason to explore your body, but you certainly aren’t complaining.

Currently, he finds his place against your chest, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to the valley between your breasts.

“Gorgeous,” Vessel whispers, entirely sincere. “Breathtaking.”

In the back of your mind, a voice speaks out in protest of his brief praise. It gives arguments for a matter that Vessel will no longer allow you to debate. Your appearance is that of a god in his eyes, like something carved from the finest marble; intimidatingly beautiful. Your creator must have taken a little more time on you, he’s sure. It kills him a bit inside to know that you don’t always feel the same, but he understands. It isn’t something he can fight you on, he cannot change your mind by brute force alone, but he can do this.

He can prove it to you in his own way.

“Lay back for me,” Vessel tells you. It’s not quite a demand but he isn’t asking, either.

You listen, if only because you know this isn’t meant to be a time for arguing, and move from your original place on his lap in favor of sprawling over your shared bed. It feels like a dissatisfying trade off at first, but Vessel is quick to make up for it.

He situates himself between your thighs, running his hands over them before giving an appreciative squeeze. He leans down and braces himself with one hand beside your head, kissing his way down your neck as he descends upon you. Each time, without fail, you’re stuck by just how reverent Vessel is. He handles you like an object of worship, firm enough to ensure your presence, but not rough enough to mar your precious surface. Admiring and mindful, but never shy.

Of course, that isn’t always the case. Sometimes, lets his inhibitions go. On those nights, neither of you are separate entities. You’re both one thing, not exactly mortal and not exactly god, just two beings desperate to be tangled together in spite of whatever tore them apart initially. On those nights, Vessel’s back becomes decorated with the angry red lines of your clawing, while your hips and neck bear bruises in the shapes of his hands and teeth. He’ll keep going for hours until you’re both well and truly sated, grinding into you when his own stamina begins to deplete.

A warm mouth closing over your nipple startles you back into the present, your body responding before your mind as you arch your back to try and press your chest into the sensation. You can feel Vessel humming against you and you belatedly realize he must’ve done it to get your attention, which you’re all too happy to reward him with as you card your fingers through his hair.

“You’ve got me, love,” you assure him.

In response, he gropes at your other breast, pinching and rolling the hardened bud between his fingers until you whine. He sucks at the one currently in his mouth, teasing you with his teeth and tongue before ultimately pulling back.

“Where did you go?” Vessel asks, referring to your earlier daydreaming.

“To you,” you answer, smiling free and unrestrained as you gaze up at him.

You see his lips twitch up into a self-satisfied grin, clearly pleased to know he has your focus whether it’s in person or in your mind. He bends down to kiss you and his sweetness proves to be deceiving the second he slips his tongue into your mouth, seeking out your own to play with until your lungs are aching with the need for oxygen. When he pulls away, you can’t help but chase after him before you catch yourself. Unfortunately, Vessel notices before you can stop and his smugness immediately becomes evident in the way that he chuckles.

“Be patient,” he chides lightly. He places his hand over your throat in a manner entirely unnecessary but wholly intentionally, and uses it to gently press you back down into the mattress.

You bite your tongue to keep from giving him attitude, resisting the urge to point out that you’ve been patient all day and you need him now. Usually you wouldn’t even bother feigning self-control, but you’re in the mood to be spoiled and Vessel’s idea of spoiling just so happens to be persuasive enough to make you behave. Just for tonight.

Your eyes never leave Vessel’s form as he begins to kiss his way down your stomach, continuing his journey until he’s returned to his favorite spot between your legs. You feel yourself tense in anticipation, but it does little to prepare you for the spark that shoots down your spine when you feel his breath ghost over your cunt. You must’ve done this hundreds of times by now, yet something about the way Vessel does it somehow never fails to make it feel like the first.

He flattens his tongue as he drags it over your slit, pausing to pay special attention to your clit and continuing to do so until your hips are shaking with the effort not to rut against his face. He introduces his fingers to the mix, easing one into you while he continues to suck and lick. You can feel your walls twitching around the welcome intrusion, plenty slick from how long you’ve been waiting for this, and that petty side of you hopes that it gets across just how patient you’ve truly been.

“You taste divine,” Vessel groans, his voice coming out muffled because he refuses to pull away from you for longer than a second.

The compliment is sweet, but you’re more focused on trying to ride his tongue, only his hand on your thigh prevents them both from squeezing shut around his head. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind regardless, he seems to love it when you get as lost in the moment as him, but you’re trying to be good. Why, exactly? You’re starting to forget. Maybe it was to get eaten out by a man disguised as a walking sex god, or maybe it was because you needed the reassurance that you could be good. You could deserve this and Vessel.

Before your mind can spiral down that rabbit hole any further, another finger pushes into your tight heat alongside the first, crooking and scissoring them. You cry out and your hips buck on their own accord, clutching at the sheets beneath you if only so that you don’t disrupt Vessel. He licks a long stripe up your cunt again, reveling in your wetness before returning to your now-swollen clit. The constant pressure from his tongue is nearly too much, pulling all sorts of downright pornographic sounds from your throat as you writhe underneath him.

“Ves, fuck,” you hiss, daring a glance down at him. It’s a poor choice because the sight of him practically feasting on you like a man starved is almost enough to undo you. “I’m gonna cum, love, I’m—”

Vessel mumbles something that sounds a lot like permission to your wishful ears, and then he seals his lips around your clit and sucks at the same time that he buries both fingers up to the knuckle inside you. Just like that, he unravels you, your cunt clenching around his digits and your back arching off the mattress. You cum with his name on your breath, chanting it like a litany; a prayer to the man that granted you divine intervention with each touch. You weren’t sure if you’d ever make it to Heaven but here, beneath Vessel, you did not need to. You already glimpsed it every time he kissed you and told you he loved you.

He continues to lap at you until your thighs begin to tremble with the overstimulation, and you reach a hand down to gently push his head away. Vessel flashes you a toothy grin, crawling back over you and letting you get an unobstructed view of the mess you’d left on his face. That sinful tongue of his darts out to clean what he can reach, and you wipe away what he can’t with a tissue you’d plucked from the nightstand. When he leans in to kiss you, you can still taste yourself on his lips, but you consider it a worthy sacrifice as you loop your arms around his neck.

“How do you feel?” Vessel asks, bumping his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture. You never fail to notice how he always checks in on you after you have sex. Regardless of if it’s slow and sweet or rough and quick, he always ensures you’re alright.

“Like I just died and came back to life,” you snort, still a bit breathless.

The laugh he releases reverberates through his chest, a soft and steady vibration against your own as he buries his face in your neck. You can tell without even seeing him that he still has more in store for you, can feel the smirk that he presses against your skin when he kisses it. Even when he wears his mask, Vessel never seems to be able to be as discreet as he wants to be. He’s expressive and transparent for the most part, and you love that about him. Whether he’s out on stage or in private, he remains genuine.

“Then I hope you don’t mind another resurrection or two,” he whispers, his teeth brushing your throat as he speaks. “Because I’m not done with you.”

Taglist ; @lee-by-thy-side @delacroix471 @cesthoney

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[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

warnings: explicit language, fluff, a tiny hint of angst(?), smut (18+), unprotected piv sex

summary: the last morning of your summer trip with steve

EPILOGUE | ❝𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔❞

There was no one on the beach except for you. 

You were alone, but it didn’t feel lonely. The quietness was soothing; you only heard the sounds of the waves crashing, but even that was pretty soft. 

It was warm but comfortably so, and you walked along the shore for a bit before settling on a blanket. You let out a contented sigh as you simply looked out at the ocean, focusing on the blue water and the—

It was the sun that woke you up. Pouring through the window right next to your and Steve’s bed because you two had forgotten to close the curtains last night. 

The bright morning sun shining almost too perfectly in your eyes surprisingly didn’t even annoy you because you could feel the smallest smile on your face as you remembered your dream. And that immediately surprised you because you usually never remembered dreams that were so calm and simple like that one.

You pulled the blanket over your head to block out the sun because you couldn’t bear to get up and close the curtains but you wanted to try and go back to sleep. The abrupt action must have woken Steve up because you felt him shift behind you and drape an arm around your waist. 

“Sorry for waking you,” You whispered as you instinctively leaned into his touch. The feel of his warm hand almost mindlessly slipping beneath your t-shirt and touching your bare skin made you sigh softly. “How are you always so warm?”

“Don’t know,” He whispered back. “You want me to close the curtains?”

“No, it’s okay,” You told him, finding his hand and lacing it with yours. Things got quiet for a moment, and then you were pulling the blanket off of your head and shifting around to face him. “Hey, guess what.”

His eyes opened then and he gave you a curious look. “What?”

“I finally had a normal dream that I actually remember.”

He smiled at your words and was quickly reminded of your joking promise to tell him whenever you had normal dreams that you remembered. “Mm, tell me everything.”

“Okay, I was alone on a beach and laying on a blanket and it was really nice,” You quickly explained. “Very simple.” 

Steve nodded. “That is normal.”

“I know, I’m just like you now,” You told him and pressed a quick kiss against his nose. “Do you remember what you were just dreaming about?” 

“I was having a really good dream, actually,” He answered, shifting closer to you and it was then that you felt his hard length poking at your thigh. 

“Oh?” You said, pressing the softest kiss against his neck and then pulling back to meet his eyes. “Tell me everything.”

“You were there.” He kissed your forehead. “And I was there. And we were back at the hotel we stayed at in Venice.”

“Oh, I loved that place,” You jumped in, smiling. You two had lied and said that you were on your honeymoon and the front desk worker bumped you up to the newlywed suite; that was probably the best week of the trip. “Definitely my favorite place we stayed at.”

“Mine too,” Steve nodded in agreement. “So, in the dream, we were on the balcony and it was the middle of the night. I don’t know what the occasion was, but fireworks were happening in the distance. Oh, and you were all over me. Honestly, it was pretty similar to this moment.” 

You had just pushed your left hand under his t-shirt and started exploring pretty much everywhere. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his playfully said words. “Wow, dream me is so accurate to real me.”

“Very much so,” Steve said, finally leaning in to kiss you and then mumbling his next words against your mouth. “And then, in the dream, you begged me to fuck you against the railing of the balcony, so I did.”

His words sent something equivalent to a shiver down your spine as you gasped into the kiss. 

“Fuck, why didn’t we actually do that when we were there?” You asked when you pulled back and Steve’s mouth immediately found the underside of your jaw. 

“We should’ve,” He responded. His hand on your waist was suddenly pulling you even closer to him and you could feel his hard length pressing right against your underwear.

“Ah,” You moaned louder than intended. You wanted to say actual sentences and keep the banter going and prolong this moment for as long as possible, but your mind was quickly turning into mush. “I need you, Stevie.”

“Yeah?” It wasn’t hard to hear the smirk in his voice. 

You nodded quickly, eyes opening again and meeting his gaze. “Please.”

You could feel your arousal soaking through your underwear and practically dripping down your thigh at this point. 

“I need you inside of me,” You whispered, mouth right against his ear and he could only groan in response as he buried his face in your neck. 

You made quick work of slipping your underwear down your legs and Steve did the same with his boxers and then he hooked your leg over his hip. 

That was when the curtain should’ve been closed, but still, neither of you could bother to get up. Instead, he didn’t waste a second to slip inside of you, filling you completely and both of your moans took over the quietness within the room. 

You were reminded of other instances where something similar to this had happened before— him waking you with the softest kiss against your neck at a tiny hotel in Amsterdam and it leading to a moment like this, or you pressing kisses against his freckled shoulders and back, and that action also leading to you being on top of him minutes later, and you both learned just how thin the walls were at a bed and breakfast in a small town in Spain. 

Sometimes the sex was quick and rushed and other times you two acted like you had all the time in the world, which you kind of did, in most cases. 

This moment technically did have a set time limit because you two had to head to the airport sooner rather than later for your twelve o’clock flight back home, but everything was still slow and languid. You both were hitting your peaks fast, though, and you figured it was the pent-up neediness from what you two had been too exhausted to do last night since most of the day and night had been spent doing last-second touristy things in Paris. 

“I love you,” You had said to him when you two were sitting on a park bench close to the Eiffel Tower. It wasn’t the first time you said it to him or the first time he immediately said it back but it still always felt just as special. 

And you were saying it in this moment too; muttering it over and over like it was a prayer. Your hands landed in his hair at some point, finding home in his messy brown locks that you were making even messier with your soft tugs and pulls. 

Steve’s hand found your hip so he could push his cock deeper inside of you with every slow thrust, and that action pushed you over the edge faster than you had expected. Your eyes squeezed shut and you buried your face into his neck as you came, clenching around his cock, which beckoned his own release seconds later. 

“I love you so much,” He whispered as he spilled inside of you and you could only moan in response, still unable to form coherent sentences. 

Things became quiet and Steve’s arms circled around you entirely, hands pushing under your t-shirt that you were now realizing was actually his, and you returned the embrace immediately, letting out a soft hum into his neck as he started mindlessly tracing circles against your back. 

A lot of the time, this was your favorite part— the after. Steve still inside of you and bodies still entangled as your breathings steadied and heart rates returned to normal. 

These were the moments where you talked about everything and nothing and cooked up stupid little fantasies and dreams for the future that actually didn’t feel entirely stupid. It was in a post-sex pillow talk haze like this one where you learned about the kind of family Steve wanted later in life— a bunch of kids, a nice house, a dog or a cat or both. A family that actually felt like a family. 

It was the sweetest thing you had ever heard, and it somehow entirely made sense for him. You told him that you had hated being an only child growing up so you loved the thought of actually having something like that down the road too. You even shyly admitted that it had never felt possible before; you had never been able to see that with anyone else, but with him you did. 

It was more often than not that you found yourself yearning for that kind of life with him— whenever his arms circled around you from behind and he pressed a kiss against your cheek or whenever he laughed extra hard at a joke you made that wasn’t even all that funny or whenever he told you something that he had never told anyone else before. 

In a way, it felt so silly and even a little stupid to think so far ahead and long for something that would be years and years down the road because you two hadn’t even been together for six months yet, you were barely pushing three. 

There were a thousand things that could go wrong, and probably would go wrong, between now and then, but even that slightly cynical thought didn’t change how you felt in the moment. 

You loved Steve. You were in love with him. Every silly thought or random musing you had, you always immediately wanted to tell it to him and you always did, no matter how ridiculous it was, because you knew how much he loved hearing all the random thoughts swirling through your head. You knew how much he loved you. 

“We should’ve bought that Big Ben picture frame that that guy tried to sell us in London,” You said to Steve now. 

He let out a quiet laugh. “It’s been over a month. Why are you thinking about that now?” 

You pulled back from his neck so that you could meet his eyes. “I was just thinking about the picture that the sweet old lady took of us on the bridge last night, and how it’s really good and I think I wanna frame it.”

“You want to put a picture of us in Paris in a Big Ben frame?”

“Oh, shit, you’re right, that doesn’t really make sense. We need to get a frame from here then.” 

“There will probably be one in the airport.” 

The mention of the airport finally made some logical thinking sink in on your side of things. 

As if reading your mind and sensing where it was going, Steve quickly shook his head. “No, no, forget I mentioned the airport.” 

“I should check the time,” You said, bypassing his previous words, and you started to shift so that you could turn and grab your phone off the nightstand. But, Steve’s arms only tightened around you, not letting you out of his embrace to grab your phone, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Steve.”

He didn’t say anything in response, not even when you playfully poked his side. Instead, he simply kept holding you.

“If we miss our flight, I can’t promise that Robin won’t murder you,” You said, trying to make your voice sound as serious as possible. 

“Good point,” He mumbled against your neck and finally loosened his hold. You shifted around then and reached for your phone. 

“It’s only eight,” You told him and then smiled at one of the notifications you saw taking over your screen. “And our flight’s delayed. It leaves at two instead of twelve now.” 

You smiled wider when you placed your phone on the nightstand again and turned back to see Steve also smiling at you. 

“Perfect,” He said as he pulled you back into his arms. 

You leaned into the embrace, returning it immediately and letting your eyes slip shut as your head fell against his chest. You decided against saying anything about how you two still had a ton of packing to do or mentioning that the thought of having one last Parisian croissant for breakfast sounded pretty nice to you. Instead, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of being close to Steve. It was a position that you two had been in what felt like a thousand times at this point, but it never got old to you, and you had a feeling it never would.

It was finally hitting you in this moment that the summer was coming to its end, and a sort of bittersweet feeling washed over you because of that realization. You already knew that you were going to miss all of this— lazy mornings in bed with your boyfriend, random and abrupt adventures in small towns that neither of you had heard of before, spending all of this uninterrupted time with him, etc. But, you also knew that it was really only just the beginning for you two, and you were excited to spend countless nights at his apartment; in his living room that finally had curtains. And you also couldn’t wait to force him to come over to your place for game nights and movie nights and whatever else was happening in the small shared apartment. 

“I’m really glad that I met you,” You abruptly told him, the thought of the future was making you feel extra sentimental in this moment. “And that I know you, and that we’re together and here right now. I can’t imagine this being any different.” 

“Really?” He asked softly, and you understood what he meant by the one-word question. Months ago, your mind had been in an entirely different place, and the reason that you had even met Steve at all was because your head had been in that completely different place.  

However, the shift and change were easy, and your feelings for Steve felt different from everything else; they were something that you couldn’t bury down or push away when you accepted them. They felt so fucking right and that never changed.

“Really, really,” You lifted your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “I promise. Nothing’s ever felt like this.” 

Steve nodded and was still speaking softly as he agreed and repeated your words, “Nothing’s ever felt like this.” When he smiled at you, it was probably the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. “I love you.”

You couldn’t help but shyly look away from him then, your own smile tugging at your lips. You put your head back on his chest and found his hand beneath the blanket to give it a light squeeze. “I love you too.” 

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General Mizu headcanons -Mizu x fem!reader -sfw and nsfw headcanons + my thoughts :], kinda long? but aye, more content -pls, reminder these are my takes, and I would love to hear your in the comments <3

-comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Sfw:

took her awhile to open up fully to you. Like about everything- probably hide her fav food from you too

speaking of food, she probably is a terrible cook and would love if you can cook for her

I can imagine Mizu burning a pot of water

I tried to do my research and look into this, but I think Mizu is about 5'4

if you're shorter than her, she'll definitely have a confidence boost and feel she has to protect you always- she already does but...you're short and tiny...so she must

If you're taller, she's putty in your hands when you two are alone but she will still kick someone's ass for you

If you're not trained in the martial arts or any good with swords, she'll teach you

If Mizu is teaching you before you two are official, she'll be rougher and stricter with her teaching. She wants you to be the best and have a good chance to learn to protect yourself

Now if she is teaching you after you two are dating, she'll still be strict but definitely a bit more gentle

"Do it again...You almost had it, try again I know you can do this"

Nicknames for you? I feel she would mostly call you by your name, but she would also call you "my pearl" or "my dove"

Pls play with her hair plsplsplsplsplsplspls

She's a sucker for a massage due to her battles and training but only from you

but!!!!!

The first time you saw her without her male persona/ identity sent her in panic mode. You knew her as this strong, tough masculine man...but here you are, happening to stumble upon her wearing nothing and seeing her...lady parts

She already started to develop feelings for you by that time and so have you, but at the knowledge you think she's a boy. Gay stuff is already a 'no-no' to a lot of people, so would it be a 'no-no" for you??

of course not- doesn't matter if they're male or female, it's still Mizu at the end of the day

once you accept her, she truly feels seen for once

This woman will and always lay down her life for you.

She'd probably die then come back to life for you cause she loves you that much

I do feel she would be distant in the beginning. We all know how her last marriage went...She doesn't want to be hurt again

Once you show her you're in for the long run, she'll become lovable and clingy

LET HER BE FEMININE PLS PLS

She barely got to explore her feminine side with Mikio (rat bastard) cause of what happened

Dress her up and make her feel pretty <3

I have a feelign she can be really childish when comfortable with you- play wrestle with her to burn off some energy

She will want to duel with you, but never lets it go too far

If she ever pulls that same shit she did with Mikio, and she has the sword to your throat...I feel she will get flashbacks and get nervous how you'll react

but is soon pulled out of those memories when you laugh and say she wins and you kiss her <3

Nsfw

now the yummy part lol

IDC SHE'S A SWITCH

no one will change my mind, no one could ever think of changing my mind

In the Edo period of Japan, sex toys were there to use and have fun. Now, I actually looked it up and ruined my web history for this because of the shunga I saw

STRAP ON- either Mizu using it on you or you using it on her, either way it's a good time

She definitely can and will be rough and dominate. She's used to be taking control to getting what she wants

Doesn't mean she can't be soft and sensual, you are her love after all, and sex is something for both to enjoy. She would love to just be soft with you

She will spank that ass, idc

Now, like I said, I actually looked a lot of this stuff up...

Double sided dildo for the both of you to use. For her, it's almost embarrassing cause you are seeing her reactions but she also LOVES this since it's so intimate to her, so hold her hand while you two do it

Going off the last one, I feel she would be trying to cover her face or her mouth sometimes...don't let her

With that one episode, we know she's loud and her eyes roll back...it's canon...so hit her with that dumb dick and make her roll her eyes back

Tie her up...that's all

Her fingers are long and slender, good for fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit

Loves having you in her lap and fingering you late at night, especially if there are other people around. Gives her the chance to cover your mouth and whisper in your ear to tease you

"You like that?...You like the fact anyone could catch us right now, and they'd see my fingers fucking this pussy..?”

Dw you'll give her the same treatment

When you finger her, she's whiny, holding onto your other hand tightly

Praise her breast- whether you have bigger breast or not, still show love to her peaches

Kiss them, suck on them, whatever..love on them

I don't think she would ever consider sharing you with another person like ever

I can imagine her talking a big game, but your first time? She’s a wreck, she wants everything to be perfect

Yeah technically she's not a virgin but she doesn't want to mess anything up with you

Favorite position? I think she likes taking you in missionary but likes to be bent over when she subbing

After you give her sum backshots, pls give her the softest aftercare

She will be clingy after, so let her cling to you like a koala

In the end, Mizu is the best girlfriend boyfriend ever <3