#i treat him so fucking badly like. all he asks of me is to keep my spaces clean and i just fucking. dont

[storkmuffin]

Liveblogging the SanHwa Lego Build (Part 2)

You can find PART 1 HERE

requested by @jess-the-mess2513

We pick up where our Iago - no, I guess not Iago because Iago wasn't hot - who???- uhh Edmund, bastard son of Gloucester (who by the way was my first literary crush so apparently my sexual tastes have not evolved since I was an incredibly perverse 13 year old) i.e. YUNHO has taken off with glee with some critical little piece of San's Lego in his pocket.

(TLDR in case you don't want to google Shakespeare's King Lear: Edmund is the bastard son of the Earl of Gloucester who takes revenge on his father who never sees him by getting someone else to gouge out his dad's eyes, forces his properly-born older brother into a life as a beggar by creating strife between his father and brother, because he's so mad about being treated badly as a bastard though never by Edgar, fucks both Regan and Goneril, sisters of (the frankly, deeply stupid) Cordelia and daughters of King Lear who are for a time the joint queens of the nation and both married to compatible husbands because he's just that devious and hot... OK So basically he's Evil Yunho. Ummmm. Excuse me. I have to go kick something.)

Even without Edmund/Yunho's assistance, Seonghwa continues to make the strange mouth noises as he clips the Lego pieces together.

This breaks San's neck.

Seonghwa WILL NOT LET UP. He keeps going "chiki- chaka" in this horrible falsetto.

"Are you doing it too?" he asks San.

San is just the sweetest sweetheart to ever have a sweet heart, because he says, "Yes," which is a lie, and then adds in a tiny little voice, "in my mind."

Seonghwa is absolutely undeterred and he's a FUCKING PERVERT AND ALL YOU SEONGHWA STANS STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE because he goes

CHIKI CHAKA again.

San is about to cry. "Do you have to do that??" But he's smiling through it, trying to hold on.

"Yes. Chaka," Seonghwa says.

San asks if there some sort of song or something that goes with the phrase, and Seonghwa says he doesn't actually have any idea what it stands for. Which means he's doing it exactly for the reasons I thought: Hwa intuited what would be horrible for San, and it worked, so he doesn't want to stop.

San, who loves music, wants to get out of this cringe hell that Hwa keeps dragging him into. Seonghwa also loves music so for a minute he sings a snippet of a song. San, relieved, asks about what songs are permitted in a Youtube broadcast. "You can sing or use a song, but you won't be allowed to distribute it on youtube at the point of upload."

Hwa says, wisely, "When in doubt, it's better to refrain."

San agrees, but is sad about reality. "If we can't use music, I don't get to create the mood I want."

"What's the mood you want?" Hwa asks. "Chiki?"

"THAT'S NOT THE MOOD I WANT," San says. I'm putting it in all caps but he's not shouting. He's just really definite.

"Something slightly... like Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence? Something nice to listen to when you're reading." San says this and then tells someone to not laugh. "Don't laugh at me. Mister Christmas, Mister Lawrence, is a piano song that's great to listen to when you're reading. I recommend it."

"You read?" Hwa asks.

San affirms.

"I can recommend something too," Hwa says, and he looks at San with the leer of a sexual deviant. San is worried.

Seonghwa starts bing bonging a song at him. I don't know it, but San does. It's apparently the theme song to a video game. (Animal Forest?) San chides Hwa for playing that game too much.

Chiki.... Hwa says. San tries to accommodate him and says Chikichakchoco etc.

San addresses the audience and recommends that we look up the song he mentioned. He says it's really lovely, and sets a mood. He always wants to help an Atiny out, does San. He's wonderful. A little bit later he wishes that it was possible to hold a lottery or something and gift these Lego finished items to the Atiny. Seonghwa of course does not give a shit what happens to the Atiny vis a vis Legos since we can't sit in a room and make it with him. I mean, I'm sure there are Seonghwa ults who are all into this as much as he is, but the point is that the person making the lego with Seonghwa has to kind of hate Legos and be forced into it and an Atiny who is excited about making Legos with Seonghwa wouldn't be fun for him. So instead of agreeing with San's very sweet suggestion, Seonghwa makes a terrible pun (여건 - yeo-gun is circumstance, 여권- yeo-gwun is passport) that San roundly ignores.

Seonghwa goes back to Chiki-Chaka-ing.

I want to throttle him through the screen.

"Are you doing a good job? " Seonghwa asks.

"Yes," San says again. Seonghwa is getting off on this but San doesn't know why.

"Yes," San answers in his little boy pout.

"Are you? Doing a good job?" Seonghwa repeats, looking crazed.

And we come to the crisis point.

San can't find the piece. Because FUCKING EDMUND BASTARD SON OF GLOUCESTER TOOK THE EYES.

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I AM LIVEBLOGGING THIS

I WROTE THE BIT ABOUT EDMUND BASTARD SON OF GLOUCESTER TAKING OUT HIS FATHER'S EYES 10 MINUTES OF CONTENT AGO AND IT TURNS OUT YUNHO TOOK THE FUCKING EYESSSSSSSSS

I'm so scared you guys. What the fuck. What in the actual fuck.

Ok back to the show.

omg my hands are shaking.

Ok so Seonghwa takes this missing Lego piece business very seriously. He stops Chiki-Chaka-ing. His whole demeanor changes. He starts looking for it, then looking through the manual, then examining the piece that San has mostly constructed to seek out user error. San, so tired of this he's just laughing constantly, asks the audience for help, but he doesn't stop to read the messages, which I'm sure are full of people screaming YUNHOO YUUUNHOOO

San checks the floor (there are no fallen pieces of course) and Seonghwa is doubting the whole of his existence because the manual is saying something from the number of pieces available on the table.

San has the thought first.

"Did Yunho take... it?"

"Ahh," Seonghwa says. Seongwha is laughing and relieved because his faith in Legos is restored, but San is stressed at having been the butt of this prank.

"I'm going to lose my mind," San says, before saying, "I'll go get it from him."

In response, Seonghwa says, CHICKI. Because of course he does.

Off screen, we can hear San telephone Yunho, who starts cackling loudly enough to be overheard. "I know you took the Lego piece! I was trying to give the creature eyes and the eyes aren't here! Come down right now!" Yunho says stuff. "You're-- you're washing yourself??" San says. He says something I don't understand but it's along the lines of, "You set this up - with taking the eyes? Making me search for them?" Then he says he's going to put Yunho on speaker phone. He's so mad he's stuttering. "You're- Psh! Are you drunk"

Now, speakerphone is on.

"Where are you?" San wails.

"I'm in my room. Where else would I be?" Yunho says. His voice is low and growly and hard and this is not the Boy Geisha Fan Service tone he uses on his own ToqTok Pop Live. This must be how he actually talks to the people in his real life.

"You! Give me back the thing you tooooo~~~k!!" San wails.

While San is fighting for his life with an eyeball abducting terrorist, Seonghwa has finished his Lego and he's so pleased. He had company while he was making his Lego piece, which is his thing.

Yunho threatens San and I understand what he must have been saying before: "If you want Yoda's Eyes, Use Toss!" he says. Toss is the app that you can use to send people money. He's holding the eyeballs hostage, basically. Because he's Edmund, Bastard Son of Gloucester.

"You have no morals!" San says. (Accurate). "I'm going over there right now if you don't come here!"

"I'm not in a state where you can go to that room, over," Yunho says.

"Why?" asks the innocent San. "What are you up to?"

He's probably buck naked, San, angel baby.

Seonghwa is completely in manic mode, showing us Darth Vadar, Lego Chibi Version, going "I Am Yor Fadda" in between wa-ching!! noises. He is resolutely not helping San with this Yunho eyeball hostage terrorism situation, because the longer Yunho drags this out for him, the more he can get his rocks off.

SOMEONE SAVE SAN, PLEASE!!

San accepts whatever it is that Yunho gave as the answer, which I can't hear because Seonghwa is making Star Wars noises. This has to be another perversity he's exhibiting. He has to know there are Hottok in here, who want to hear what State Yunho Is In, but this is not part of is Lego Queer Dungeon Dom good times, so he won't let us hear it.

Still very much off screen, San resignedly says that he'll go over to where Yunho is. Yunho lets out a Mwa-ha-ha of a cartoon supervillain, and says, "Use the force to come to me."

"I'm hanging up now!" San retorts.

San comes back on screen. Look at what the two perverts did to the sweet angel boy. This is the most pained smile ever to grace so handsome a visage.

"You sit here and make it," Seonghwa instructs him. "I'll go."

"You make it," San says, "and I'll go."

"Just make some other part," Hwa begins, but San is on his feet.

"No! I am going to go get this friend's eyes back myself. This is a matter of pride."

"You're a man who knows how to use his words well," Hwa says.

Because this is another aspect of this fucking Lego Kink that Seonghwa has. Someone playing a quasi-military roleplay with him, while handling Legos. He's so into this.

"I will find this friend's stolen eyes!" San declares.

"May the force be with you," Seonghwa replies.

I'm . Just going to .

Swallow my Own tongue.

And Imma.

Fucking DIE.

"While he does that and before I make the Obiwan Kenobi, I will chat with you," Seonghwa says. He starts reading the messages, which as I suspected are all about YUNHO TOOK THE LEGO PIECE. Seonghwa says he hasn't watched Mandelorian yet because he's watching a Korean drama called 환혼. Very leisurely, very pleased, Seonghwa goes to get Pringles and some other sort of cookie for snack time. While eating, he reads out simple English comments that are complimentary about his Legos.

San has returned with the eyeballs.

He reports that Yunho took both eyeballs. To this, Seonghwa answers, "Want to see something funny?"

San wants to hit him again.

Seonghwa goes off camera to wipe his hands, and returns to offer San an apple, which San refuses. Seonghwa reports that as soon as San left the screen everyone was wild for him to return.

"Yunho was so cute," San relays. "He got bright red, and explained, I was only going to take one but then I saw there was a spare one, so I took the other one. So he showed me both that he'd taken and just looked so happy." Seonghwa isn't making Legos right this moment, so San asks if he's waiting to keep pace with San. Seonghwa says No, he's just communicating with the fans.

Someone asks how they like Denmark, and they both say they like it. It's really peaceful. Lots of bicycles. Sans says it's been so long since he's been on a bike, and Hwa asks if he didn't used to go riding a lot with Wooyoung. San tells the story of how they rode bikes from Seoul all the way to Chuncheon for chicken ribs and back again. Seonghwa is impressed.

"San, don't be stressed," someone says to San on the chat, with Seonghwa reads.

"I'm in a very good mood right now," San says.

"Why?" Seonghwa says. And immediately attacks him with Chiki-Chaka.

"I feel like I'm achieving piece of mind," San says.

"The sense of achievement you feel when you complete-" Seonghwa begins, and San reaches that achievement in real time and goes OOOHHH!

Seonghwa urges Sannie to give baby Yoda the ears. San reaches that point and says, Oh It's cute.

For some reason, though he is done, there are bits left over. The Baby Yoda fits in the Egg Pram or whatever that is, and Seonghwa makes San show it off to the audience.

Seonghwa flips the ears on the Baby Yoda to make him sad. San tries to get into it, but he's so worn out.

"How do you like the world of Legos?" Seonghwa asks.

"It's so great that you held on to your childlike sense of wonder," San says. San is just so, so nice. I want to keep him in my mouth for protection. San even says that they should make the next one.

They go about pouring out bags of pieces again. San is going to make Obiwan, San the Mandalorian.

.... Which means we're only halfway through this and there's ANOTHER HOUR TO GO.

Do I have the strength to go on??

[dulcecherub]

Daggers

Fratboy! Rafe x Sofia

Warnings: toxic!rafe ish, he briefly fights someone in this

Authors note:This was inspired by my conversations with @lostsyren, about frat boy Rafe and Sofia. And if we had Sofia in the earlier seasons instead. Also not proofread!

Taglist: @araybiaaa

I hate the way that he treats you (hate the way that he treats you)/Too dumb to know what he's got (too dumb to know what he's got)

Rafe’s jaw clenched, the baggy of coke still in his hand. He watched as Sofia leaned against some Pogue boy. Watched as he whispered into her ear; Sofia giggling as she pulled away.

Rafe wanted to hit something. Preferably that Pogue next to his girl.

He wouldn’t have said it out loud. Not to her. Not any of his Kook “friends.” But deep down, he believed it.

“Yo Sof!” Rafe practically yells, Sofia eyes widen, spotting him as he nears. The Pogue boy looks almost laid back, like he could care less about Rafe.

“She’s busy.” The Pogue boy says. His arm wrapping around Sofia’s shoulder.

“Busy my ass.” Rafe mutters himself. He comes near, yanking Sofia away from the Pogue boy. “How about you leave now.”

The other boy nonchalance changes, his nose flares. “No.”

Rafe lets out a humorless laugh, Sofia eyes go from the back to Rafe then towards the boy. Rafe scowled, not liking the attention he now was sharing.

“Come on, Sof. Let’s go.” Rafe doesn’t wait to see if she follows. He knows she will.

“You’re such a dick! Why can’t you—”

Rafe turns, staring at her. He feels almost like Orpheus bringing Eurydice back to the mortal world. He’s read one chapter on it in college and already he feels like that describes them. That page of his textbook looks the most worn.

“Why can’t I what? Leave you alone? Not a chance.” He doesn’t care if he’s being selfish.

“And I’m asking you too. Danny—”

“Danny?” Rafe looks almost disgusted, that idiot Danny. Trying to get his girl.

“Yes, Danny. He’s actually sweet to me. Cares about—”

Rafe scoffs cuts Sofias words off, a pinge of hurt runs up his spine. But he won’t utter the words. Won’t tell her how much it hurt to see her with other guys.

He’d been watching her, walking around campus with him. It left a sour taste in his mouth. No one was worthy of Sofia. He knew not even him. But it hurt so bad how much he wanted her. How badly he wanted to hold her in his arms.

“Don’t be dumb. I care about you too.” His nose scrunched up, almost as if he’s disgusted he’s said the words out loud.

“Did you just call me dumb?!” Sofias eyes widen with anger.

“Not like that. God.” Rafe eyes squeezes shut, his hands squeezing the coke. He hates how it instantly relieves him of his anger.

“So we’re back to that huh?”

He’s confused at first before realizing the baggy is out in the open. He shoves it into his pocket, but she’d already seen. Fuck.

“It’s just this one time, okay. One time.”

It’s her turn to scoff.

“You’re unbelievable.” She moves away from him, almost like it burnt to be near him.

“Sofia—”

She just scowls, walking back to Danny.

“Don’t.” He grabs her arm, holding her to him. “Don’t go back to him. I can’t. I can’t handle it.”

Sofia eyes meets his, her eyes briefly widen. Surprised by the intensity in them. Surprised he’d stopped her. Usually he’ll give a dry laugh before walking away from her. But not tonight.

She yanks herself free from him, her eyes narrowing.

“Why? Why can’t you handle it hmm?”

“Because… you’re my girl okay. Not his. Not a—”

“Oh spare me, the melodrama.” Sofia eyes turn into slits. “I’m not your girl. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Sof, please—” He extends his hand out to grab her wrist but she moves away before he can circle his fingers around it.

“No! I’m so sick of you. So sick of you using me. You act like you own me Rafe. You don’t actually care. You can say it all you want. But it’s about how the other person feels it. And honestly—” She raises her hand out to gesticulate at him. “I don’t see that here.” She whips around to go back to Danny.

Rafe shakes his head, following behind her. “No, no you have it all wrong.”

“Leave me alone Rafe. I mean it.”

“No, just listen to me.” He grabs her shoulder but she manages once again to swerve him. His jaw sets. “Stop playing around Sof. You’re not going back to that—He points towards Danny like it disgusts him—to that shithead.”

Sofia rolls her eyes, she gives him a smirk. “Watch me.”

Rafe clenches his fists, watching as Sofia approaches Danny. Rafe sees red when their lips meet.

“Oh fuck no.” In quick strides, he yanks Danny by his neck and pushes him to the ground.

“Rafe!” Sofia yelps, trying to yank him off Danny. But it’s too late, Rafe fist meets Danny’s cheek. Danny groans as his head falls back.

“Get off of him! Rafe!”

Rafe yanks Danny by his collar, his eyes intense as he eyes the Pogue boy. “You ever touch her again. I’ll do so much worse. You understand?” Rafe searches Danny’s eyes. “I said do you understand?!���

“Yes! For fuck sake.” Rafe lets Danny go, he turns to Sofia. Who glares at him.

“You’re a fucking prick! I hate your guts!”

“You don’t.” He’s so arrogant and he knows it. But he knows her.

“Fuck you.” She pulls Danny up. But he pushes himself away from her once he’s on his feet.

“Sorry Sofia, you’re not worth the trouble.” As he staggers away. Rubbing his hands on his jeans, cleaning off the dirt that was trying to coat itself there. Sofia scoffs before turning back to Rafe.

“Happy now?” She crosses her arms, shaking her head.

“Delighted actually.”

She shakes her head once more. “You think that was going to impress me? You’re dead wrong.” She begins to stomp away, Rafe follows her. This time just walking beside her, not attempting to grab for her.

“Rafe, stop following me.”

“No.” He gruffly, following her anyway. Sofia continued to stomp away, her arms crossed. This was starting to feel like when Orpheus was bringing Eurydice back from hell. A part of Rafe wondered if Sofia would turn. Showing him how much he truly mattered to her. He almost willed her too.

She didn’t, she continued to walk like he wasn’t even there. He felt the sting of it.

“Sofia, come on.”

Still, nothing. He reached an arm out to turn her. She quickly turned without him needing to.

“You’re such an asshole! You can’t stand to see me happy. Because that would mean I would be completely unavailable to you.” Sofia threw her hands out in anger. Her eyes glaring daggers at him.

“What? You were going to be with a shithead Pogue? Someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do? Come on, Sofia.” Rafe sucked his teeth. “I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“You’re so selfish.”

“When it comes to you. Yeah.”

Sofia let out an agitated sound. “Oh please! You do that in all aspects of your life Rafe! You, you use people. Treat them like shit. You think you’re above everyone else because of money.” She continued to gesticulate in anger. “It’s always about money!”

“Not with you!”

A silence overtakes them, like tidal wave finally curling up and making itself known.

Sofia breaks it, the wave crashing into the shoreline.

“You don’t get to pick and choose when you finally decide you want me.” Her voice was hoarse, on the edge of breaking. He saw the way her eyes sheened.

“Sofia—” He says softly, now, truly seeing the affect he’s done.

“I love you.” Sofia sucks in a breath, almost like she’d been running and now was winded. She didn’t shake her head this time. Her eyes not softening nor sending him daggers. She just seemed defeated. The opposite effect Rafe wanted.

“Sure, if you believe that.”

Then she walked away, not letting him confess anything more. Rafe stood there, dumbfounded. Had he lost her for good?

[thezodiacco]

.

[monstersholygrail]

I like to imagine that whenever you, a cute Puppy Hybrid, make your Wolf Hybrid bf upset he’ll do anything to make it up to you and get back in your good graces.

He loves to see that little pout on your face he just hates when he’s the cause of it. Even worse when you act all stubborn and start ignoring him.

He’ll follow you around the house like he’s the pup in the relationship. A deep scowl on his face as he keeps getting you to try and talk to him. He does anything he can think of.

Offering you treats, suggests going on a walk, asks if his good pup wants some belly rubs. If things get so drastic then he’ll even beg for you to sit on his face. Wanting to suck as many orgasms out of you that it’ll take to fuck you stupid and make you forget why you were ever upset.

But when that still doesn’t work your bf he needs to take drastic measures. He catches you right before you storm past him again on your way out of the living room.

“Hey, wait a minute now, ma.”

His hand hooks around the back of your plush thigh, claws gently digging in to your soft flesh. With an easy tug he pulls you right into his lap. Situating you so that you’re straddling him.

“‘M sorry and you know that, yeah? So what’s with the attitude?”

His voice rumbles deep from his chest, making you tingle all over as he leans in and runs his nose along your jaw and into your warm neck. You can feel his cock twitch beneath you and it’s like your every nerve is on edge.

You wanna give in. You wanna give in so damn badly. The need to jerk his pants down and ride his big cock till he’s whimpering out his apologies claw at you. The thought starts to make your fluffy tail wag before you force it still. With a sniff you turn your head to him, refusing to give in.

Seeing your enduring stubbornness, your bf growls. His eyes narrowing you, knowing you won’t let go of this easy. He’s quick to grip your jaw, turning your eyes back on him sharply.

“Know this, baby. I don’t submit to just anyone. So I don’t wanna hear another word about you questioning how much you mean to me.”

Then without any hesitation your bf’s ears pin back and he slowly bares his throat to you. Your eyes blow open wide, dilating deeply at the sight of him so vulnerable and exposed to you.

The air between you is charged with a raw desperate need. Your body quivering as you lean in and press gentle kisses along the column of his throat. Your bf growls again but this time in pleasure, his head falling back fully, and giving letting you do whatever you want to him.

It’s like the two of you move as one, his hands guiding your hips as you already start to rock against his hardening bulge. The both of you moaning at the much needed friction.

Safe to say he’s forgiven. But he still plans on fucking you dumb and you still plan on making him whimper and beg for the chance to cum inside you. And both of you are perfectly happy with that arrangement.

[iamthatonefangirl]

bucky w insecure reader where they get all insecure during sex and he praises the shittt out of them please and thank youu

also can i be 🕷️ anon please? ☺️

(i love ur fics btw)

insecure - nsfw bucky barnes

oh I love this bc I am a soft insecure sap. also this is longer than I anticipated.

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he laid you down so gently, keeping an arm around your waist and a hand behind your head as though afraid he might break you. he held you close, your bodies pressed softly together.

he hovered above you, carefully watching your facial expressions, acting intentionally with every movement he made. he thought about every little thing: how much weight to put on you without crushing you, how tight to hold you without hurting you, and most of all, how badly he wanted to worship you like the goddess you were.

you smiled at him, a little nervous, but mostly hopeful as you brought your hands from his shoulders to the back of his head. you gently tugged at his hair, feeling how soft it was under your fingers, just like you'd always imagined it would be.

he slowly leaned in to kiss you once more, still holding a hand behind your head even while you were now laid against the pillow. perhaps it was just a protective instinct, his need to keep you within his grasp and not let you go.

you nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours once more. it was so different than anything else, the feeling of you below him, all splayed out and vulnerable for him.

he kissed you softly, slowly, the way he imagined he would once he got you into his bed. he planned to pull out all the stops, treat you with nothing but the utmost care and respect that he had for you. he wanted to take you apart one piece at a time and watch the look on your face as he did.

he took his time, sensing the tension in your body slowly ease, feeling every time you would pull him a little closer. he wanted you good and ready for him, eager for him.

you couldn't help the little noises bubbling up in your throat, letting them out with your mouths still pressed together. it made his heart beat faster, his hands hold you a little bit tighter.

he took it as a sign to keep going, moving his hand from around your back to rest at your side, slowly thumbing at the hem of your shirt.

you tensed and pulled back, avoiding eye contact, looking over to the lamp.

"can we turn that off?" you asked, indicating to the light on the nightstand.

he watched your face again, frowning at the thought of it. he was ecstatic to finally have you, have the chance to pleasure you, and he wanted to see every part of you while he did.

"why, baby?" he whispered, trying to understand.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. you didn't know what to say.

when you don't respond, he takes it upon himself to continue.

"can I see you? please?"

you shake your head immediately.

"you don't want to see me, Buck," you respond, chuckling anxiously, all while still avoiding eye contact.

he sees your hesitance, and his heart breaks. he opens his mouth, trying to find the words, but none come. it takes him a few beats before he continues,

"nothing will change the way I feel about you. how much I want you," he reassures, and you finally meet his eyeline once more. he looks into your eyes for a minute before requesting for the second time, "can I see you?"

you fight back your reluctance and nod your head.

if he hates what he sees, your heart will break. but at least you're prepared for it.

he takes his hand from under your head and brings it down to your side, both hands gripping the hem of your shirt. as he begins to pull it over your head, you bite your tongue and hold your breath.

but you refuse to close your eyes. you have to see his reaction, you have to be able to see the look on his face. you have to.

you take a hesitant breath once he tosses your shirt off the side of the bed, noticing the way he looks you up and down. you wait for his face to fall.

it doesn't.

"fuck," he growls, "let me touch you. please, baby, I might die if you say no," he admits, and he's never sounded so...

"please," he repeats, voice hoarse, looking up into your eyes. all you see in him is pure desperation and want.

"yes," you whisper, and his hands are on you, touching your skin, holding your waist. he brings his mouth to your chest, running his tongue over your collarbone, and he's fucking whimpering.

it's the hottest he's ever looked.

his fingers roam over the plush of your stomach, attempting to touch every part of you as his lips come to where your breasts are exposed above your bra. you gasp sharply when he nips at you, and your legs press together unconsciously.

"I didn't think I could want you any more than I already do," he tells you, barely pulling his face away from your skin. you feel his nose on your flesh, the movement of his lips against you as he continues, "you're so perfect. so perfect, doll. goddamn," he curses, and he feels his entire body jittering from his need for you.

"let me take off your bra, baby, please. I'll do anything, just let me see you," he asks, looking up at you, resting his cheek against you.

you look at his face, the puppy dog eyes he's flashing you, and you nod your head 'yes.'

he leans back to carefully draw the straps down your arms before bringing his mouth to your neck. he begins to suck a mark into your skin while his hands reach underneath you to undo the clasp.

you let out a cry when you feel his lips wrap around your nipple.

god, he feels like heaven.

he moves away to look at you, and your automatic instinct is to cross your arms over your chest.

"baby, no," he whines, putting his hands on your arms and gently moving them away so he can see you. "I think you know you're so pretty and that's why you're trying to hide from me," he teases you.

"no, Buck, I'm really not," you try, but he's not having it.

"you are the prettiest, you hear me? can't even believe you're letting me see you like this, touch you like this. it's a fucking honor," he says, bringing his mouth back to your skin, making you moan out into the quiet room.

you bite your lip and try to muffle your noises, but he goads you on. "come on, my pretty girl, you can do it. can you make those little noises for me, yeah? yeah. I know you can, cause you're such a good girl," he coos, planting his lips on you again.

his words make heat pool in your stomach, your thighs clenching tighter, punctuated by a broken whine from high in your throat.

this time, he feels the movement.

"you feeling like you need something, pretty girl?" he asks, now thumbing at the hem of your pants. "I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what you want."

you pause. you want so badly to feel his fingers, his mouth, whatever he wants to give you. but you're still apprehensive.

"I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to trust me," he tells you firmly, looking into your eyes. "if you don't want this, I want to know that, too."

"I do," you murmur, but the knot in your stomach hasn't gone away.

you wish it would. you wish you could be carefree, and sexy, the kind of girl he should be with. the kind of girl that's in his league.

your breathing starts to quicken as you start to get in your head again.

this is a bad idea. you need to put your clothes on and leave. this is a bad fucking idea.

"baby, what's wrong? talk to me," he encourages, bringing a hand to your cheek to direct your gaze back to him.

"Buck, I-"

"I want you more than anything. but if you don't want this, just tell me," he pleads.

"of course I want you," you tell him honestly, the knot moving to your throat, your eyes getting warmer. "but-"

"there is no ‘but’. you're what I want. what you want is what I want," he admits, "so let me give you what you want."

the knot tightens, but regardless, the words come out before you can stop them.

"I want you to think I'm pretty," you whisper.

he smiles at you and looks at you in awe. you are the most perfect, most gorgeous thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"I have never found anyone as beautiful as I find you. please, let me show you."

you see the sincerity in his eyes, hear the authenticity in his tone.

you crack a broken smile. you believe him.

"I want you so badly," you whisper.

he nods fervently and pulls you in, kissing you so softly you have no choice but to believe every word he’s saying to you.

you let him lay you back down, and this time, you don't hesitate when he moves to take off your pants.

"my girl. you gonna let me make you my girl? let me prove how badly I want you?" he asks, hands trailing up and down your thighs.

"yes, Buck," you respond, telling yourself to shake your nerves and let yourself have this with him.

"spread your legs for me," he whispers. you will your muscles to make the adjustment, and he doesn't give you the chance to get in your head about it. he moves quickly, pressing his tongue over the fabric of your underwear, already soaked through. you react loudly, your moans filling his ears, encouraging him.

he doesn't wait another second before yanking the damn things off. he wraps his hands around your thighs and closes them around his head, pressed up against his ears, and mouths at you with determination.

all your thoughts finally pause, the knot in your throat dissipating as you feel the urgency with which he nudges at your clit, dipping his tongue inside you to finally taste you.

he's imagined this moment forever. being able to put his mouth on you, to make you feel so blissful. that's all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

you feel so uninhibited when you thread your fingers in his hair and grind your hips up against him. you whine and whine because you just can't help it, and he knows he's harder than he's ever been, straining against his pants and rutting against the bed. he wants you to do as you please, to feel comfortable letting go and giving into your desires.

your whines get higher out of nowhere, and he doubles down on running his tongue over your clit, and fuck you're *so* done for.

you're coming before you can stop it, all over his face.

was that good for him? was I too fast?

when you look down at him, he doesn't look at you. his face is soaked, and he's leaning back, unwrapping your legs from around him.

he finally looks up at your face, his cheeks pinked up.

"that was..." terrible? horrible? "...absolutely amazing, I, uh..."

he leans back some more, bringing a hand to palm at himself, and you see it.

and you fucking celebrate.

he came in his pants, untouched.

"fuck, I'm sorry," he chuckles, embarrassed, crawling over you again. "you're just so goddamn sexy, you know that?"

every thought is out the window. you grab him and yank him down to kiss you, hurriedly grabbing at his clothes.

"that's so hot," you say between kisses, "take your fucking clothes off, please-"

he does as you ask pretty quickly, his clothes gone in an instant. the thought of you being so excited to see him naked gets him worked up again quickly.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks you. "you like knowing what you do to me?" he smiles.

you smile back at him. "oh yeah, I do."

"you're perfect. stunning. so good for me," he says, spreading your thighs for him once more. "already so hard for you, again."

"I'm ready, Buck, please," you tell him.

"when I take you for the first time, I want you to say my name. my real name," he says quietly.

"James," you all but purr, and his eyes roll back in his head.

"just like that, you sound so good, my girl," he murmurs. "you ready?"

you nod.

and then he's pressing inside you, and it's everything.

"you're so tight," he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby. you're taking me so well."

his voice sounds so broken, like it's gone up an octave.

"you're my pretty girl, you know that?" he says, giving an experimental thrust, and you reach for his ass, trying to pull him in again. it makes him groan, and he does, pushing even deeper in this time.

"my good girl. you look so perfect under me. I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this."

you nod. of course he is.

"I trust you, James, fuck, I think I love you," you blurt out, shocking yourself.

he lets out a noise like no other.

"I love you, baby, fuck. I love you too," he tells you. "you're perfect, you know that? and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love every goddamn piece of you."

~~~

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Under Your Cold Fingertips

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: bodyguard x protégée, fluff and smut, forbidden romance content: nsfw, oral (male and female receiving), p in v, pulling out

"I must rest here a moment, mistress."

The hollow sound of his voice under the helmet is very quiet. He's been walking next to your horse for a while, limping, but insisting he is fine. The snow gathered on his armor and his gray horns were decorated with little crystals.

"Of course!" You hastily unmount, sensing he is unwell.

His armor loudly clanks as he almost falls on the steps beneath the abandoned gate. You hear him breathe heavily and hot. As you look back the way you came, you see droplets of blood branding his every footstep.

"You are badly hurt!" you shout. "You fool, why didn't you tell me?"

He remains silent, his hot breath creating a fog around his head. Maybe you're imagining, but he looks like he's... shaking? Gods...

"Quickly, let's undress you," you order him and kneel in front of him.

"M-mistress..." his metal gauntlets clink as he jerks his arms upwards in shock. "What are you doing? You'll get dirty."

"Shut up," you retort. "I can wash my clothes and shoes. But I can't revive my most loyal bodyguard, can I?"

He doesn't say anything and let's you untie his boots. Meanwhile, he carefully releases buckles below his chin. He removes his helmet slowly but the metal still scrapes against his horns. He is a bit pale and has dark rings surround his eyes. If his sclera wasn't black, you're sure you would see how very bloodshot they are.

You suck air between your teeth. "Your bandages are soaked!" Trying not to harm him further, you carefully start unwrapping the bloodied material.

"Mistress, please! This is highly inappropriate."

You just shoot him a furious glance to shut him up. You barely know anything about wounds or treating them, but the gash is long and bleeding heavily. "This looks bad...", you utter.

"It's fine, I heal fast—" Without waiting him to finish, you quickly get all the necessary things and with his help clean his wound. He hisses as the disinfectant slides down his skin.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper while dabbing around his wound. "You don't deserve this."

A large calloused palm covers your fingers. He is surprisingly gentle. He... never touched you like this before. "Mistress, your hands are cold." Wrapped by his clawed fingers, he brings your hands closer to his mouth and blows onto them. Warm air as white as fog twirls around your heads.

"I—" You wanted to say something, something funny or friendly probably, maybe even witty, but your mind went blank. Or rather, every sensible thought got pushed back by that one idea.

You push yourself between his legs and kiss him. Too shocked to react, he keeps his mouth open like a fish until he grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you. "What are you doing? You can't... We..." He trails off looking at your lips. "We can't..."

"You're bleeding for me and I can't even kiss you?", you ask in an almost growling tone.

Still slightly shocked, he opens his mouth to speak, reconsiders and kisses you instead, tightly embracing you against his chest. And his hard and cold armor but you don't care. All you want are his warm lips and his tongue to shove itself down your throat. But not only that...

You slide down between his legs again, happy that doesn't have heavy plates on his lower body (even though that proved a wrong choice this morning). You quickly loosen his pants and push your hand inside. "This is wrong," he mutters over and over but does nothing to stop you taking his heavy and strange cock into your hands. You always wondered how it looks like. And tastes like.

You take it into your mouth, followed by his low and breathy fuck, and you hum around it as you use your tongue to explore every part of it. Listening to your guardian's moans makes you wet and your cunt clenches around nothing every time he jerks his hips up and thrusts into your mouth. You lick his phallus all over, sucking his tip and tracing his veins until he grabs your wrists and pulls you on him.

You stand above him, many layers of your dress stopping you to make the next step. You lift your skirts and chemise around your waist. "Forgive me," he says before he rips your undergarments and reaches your pussy. He leans forward and slides his tongue along your folds, his nose digging into your bush and soft tissue. He is growling like a hungry animal, devouring your nectar and you tremble above him, panting and gasping as his tongue finds all your secrets.

He pulls you down, onto his lap and you drop all your skirts onto you two. They hide everything that happens between you two and keep you warm at the same time.

There is a strange expression on his face. "Mistress..."

You kiss him before he says something stupid, and guide his cock inside you. Slight pang of pain causes you discomfort, but you can't help but roll your hips looking for pleasure. His arms are under your chemise and his claws dig into your hips. You moan into each others mouths, your breaths and bodies pushing the cold away. You ride his cock and with his help you feel the pulses of your peak building up.

"I'm close", you sob into his neck and he grabs your ass so that he could lift you and fuck you from below. You breath hitches from the force of his dick digging into your cunt and you quickly come undone. He kisses you, savoring your delight, and slides into your pussy slowly but deliberately, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. He then pulls you onto his chest and positions himself so that he can push his whole cock into you easily. In and out, in and out, faster and faster.

Some outsider wouldn't see a thing happening hidden under those long and dirty skirts. But you could feel the tension of his muscles and his cock swelling inside you. He suddenly pulls out by lifting you like a child's toy and, with a long groan, he cums all over your thighs.

"I wish I saw your cock twitching and spilling," you say while you lay against his breastplate.

Still breathless, he chuckles, but also groans in discomfort. You finally remember. "Your leg!" You jump off his lap and see his leg bleeding again. "You fool! Why did you put me on your lap."

Completely ignoring your scolding, he pulls you down again and you sit like before, your naked cunt against his groin. "Because I don't care about that pain. I dreamed about this for a long time."

"You dreamed about fucking me outside in the cold?", you jab.

He chuckles. "Not exactly in the cold." He kisses your neck and jaw. "But outside, and inside, and in your bed, and in my bed, and against a wall, and on the table, and on the floor, and against a tree..."

As he names all the places he imagined, your pussy throbs against his muscles. "All that sounds lovely. But let's get your leg fixed first before you bleed to death."

He places his forehead against yours. "At least I would bleed for the most amazing woman in the world."

You hit him in the chest, blush overtaking your cheeks. "Shut up, you... fool."

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max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, teammates au, driver!reader, doggy style, (non-con) filming/recording, jealousy, (semi)dark fic, mad!max, long fic,

a/n: happy, happy, happy birthday to yooooou!!

max could usually keep his expressions to himself. he knew how to play a good poker face for the media, but when he saw your ugly boyfriend on the track, he could barely keep it to himself.

you were the first female formula one driver in decades and you picked the ugliest guy to date. not that max was the image of a greek god, but you could do better. it didn't help that when he went to shake max's hand, his palms were painfully sweaty and the guy looked like he was going to have a panic attack when he saw max.

"to each their own." max tried to say to himself. as if he hadn't been harbouring feelings for you for what felt like a lifetime.

so imagine max's complete shock when he found out this ugly guy fumbled you so badly that you ended up in max's hotel room the next night with tears in your eyes.

max handed you another tissue as he sat on the other end of the couch. he then rested against the arm of the couch and asked, "so what exactly happened? all i heard was that you two weren't together anymore and you didn't want to be alone."

you sniffed, "i didn't know who else to call. all my friends are back home or in monaco." you wiped your eyes, earlier you took all your make-up off by evidence of the wipes all over the bathroom counter.

max shrugged, "well, glad i could help." in all fairness, he was glad that your boyfriend (not ex-boyfriend) was out of the picture. hated the guy and not because he looked like the personification of a dumpster. he was getting in max's way.

you leaned against the couch and pouted at him, your arms crossed. you ordered pizza for the both of you, not caring about the diet you were both on. you wanted something greasy and filling and a salad wasn't going to cut that. you explained a little calmer, "he... he called me annoying, he said that when we talked i changed the subject too many times. he said the 'vibes' were off." you gave air quotations, "i tried to forgive him last month when my friend found him on tinder." you sighed, "but... i guess i wasn't good enough. feels like i'm never good enough."

max replied, "i think it's because you give these guys a false sense of confidence. you give these greasy losers an ego boost because they gets to be with you and they go off and think that they're all that. what did this guy do for a living anyway."

"he worked at the gift shop at the circuits of america..." you looked away.

he knew you refused to go on apps like raya, even if it would be easier for you. max thought you liked scrapping the bottom of the barrel and expecting gold.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, "you were flying out and fucking a guy who worked at a gift shop!" he sighed, "i know you want a real, nice guy. but, you're inflating their egos!"

you looked down, "he seemed nice at first."

max couldn't be mad at you. he really couldn't. it wasn't your fault. these guys always put on a show for you, and then when you got too close, the trap came down and you always limped back to max with tears in your eyes. he reached over and sighed as he wiped your tears with his thumbs, "you need standards."

you slumped your shoulders, "i have standards."

"what are they?"

you made a face, "nice. considerate."

"you know you can train a dog to be nice. it's not a very high bar. you are the third ranked driver in the world and all you want is nice. considerate." without thinking he added, "maybe i should date you and show you how to be properly treated."

you stilled for a moment, your eyes wide at max. you said, "don't say things you don't mean." from your expression he could tell you were getting heated in the face.

oh... oh.

he let go of you to move the pizza box out of the way, he was soon crowded in your space with your back against the arm of the couch. "does someone like me?" he watched you swallowed. you had been max's teammate for two years now, after perez retired.

"i never said that." you looked away, but max took you by the face to look at him. something in his blue eyes should've alarmed you, but instead you melted a little into his touch.

"you didn't need to say anything. i could see it in your face." he smiled, "did you date all those greasy-haired, directionless losers to make me jealous?" if he were a worse man, that would've been an ego boost.

"i did like them."

"but you liked me more."

there was a beat of silence between you two before you sighed. you admitted, "yes... i tried to date guys who weren't you, so i'd forget about my... feelings for you." you swallowed.

max found it endearing. if he had known sooner, he would've easily swept you off your feet and made sure no other man got in his way. so without much of a second thought, he kissed you. it was passionate and the result of over two years of wanting you. needing you. the kisses continued until the pizza was long forgotten and you were on max's hotel bed.

you bounced a little when he pushed you onto it. some of your belongings were in his room as you were going to stay the night. his hands under your shirt.

"i've thought about this often." he said, "i wonder if any of those guys ever made you feel good. or were you wishing it was me." he whispered in your ear, "did you think about me when they failed to make you cum?"

you swallowed, "the last guy..." you admitted, "his cock was really small and he didn't know where the clit was." and blushed more when max looked at you in shock.

he laughed, "and he's going on tinder and acting like a prick! cheating on you and calling you annoying! he broke things off with you and you were suffering with piss-poor sex. c'mon. you need standards." he pushed your shirt off of you, "you need me."

call max verstappen a possessive man. he'd chalk it up to his childhood and the constant feeling of inadequacy. being knocked around a few times in the head probably scarred him. but, he was happy that he could finally lay claim on you.

he got you undressed and did the same to himself. you both had seen each other naked a few times. it was the price of being in close proximity for most of the year. walking into driver's rooms without knocking, that time you asked him if this bra looked alright, the other time you had to hold his hand while he got that small tattoo on his hip (that not even the other drivers knew about). you two knew each other more intimately than most, if not everyone.

so it only made sense that max felt you up while you laid under him. with promises on his tongue as he kissed your collarbones, "i'm gonna make you feel good. i promise." he his cock was sticky and heavy. he needed you asap.

you got on your hands and knees with your hips arched to the perfect angle for him. in the bright lights of the bedroom, he could see your wetness cling to your pussy lips. this was what your ex-boyfriend left? this! max assumed the man needed his head checked, but now he was certain he needed to be locked up somewhere.

only an idiot would mess up their chances with you.

he rubbed his hard cock against your click cunt. he said, "might be a bit of a stretch. i'm guessing i'm about double the size of him."

"he was three inches." you replied, "i measured after he lied to me and said he was five." you felt embarrassed, "i can't believe i gave this guy a chance! more than one chance!"

max tried not to laugh, he didn't want you thinking he was insulting you. but max was close to seven inches, well beyond double what your ex-boyfriend was packing. and maybe it was rude of him to think so, but it made his confidence a little higher.

when he sank his cock into you, you buried your face into the pillows and arched your back. your nails dug into the fabric. the whole floor didn't need to know you two were fucking.

not that max cared, let them hear. let them know.

the idea only came to him when he started to thrust up against you. he watched your ass shake with every hard thrust of his hips. he soon had you bouncing on his length. his size buried in your just right, at least he knew where your clit was. and the thought of it against his tongue later left him more excited.

there was so much for him to try on you. missionary would be rarely on the table. max wanted to devour you like a fine meal. but you'd always get your fair share of orgasms. can't have his girl go without.

however the thought crossed his mind and as he thrusted into you. he grabbed his phone and started to record. he changed his pace a little, harder thrusts that were a little slower. really get his cock comfortable inside of you.

he pressed against areas that had you moaning louder. all picked up on the camera. he asked, "do you like that, baby? do you like how it all feels?"

you whimpered. you weren't aware he was filming, instead just doing dirty talk to make you pant and whine. you replied, "it feels good, max. ah!"

max smiled, as the camera caught the sight of his cock going in and out of you. his cock sticky with your wetness. even a ring of milky white around the base from how good he made you feel. he wanted to speak directly to your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. he wanted to know that he'd always be less than. less than max verstappen.

"better than with anyone else." he couldn't give away that he was filming you. even with the camera directed at your pussy taking all of him so nicely.

you nodded.

"use your words, i want to hear you." he said with a bit of cockiness in his tone, "i want to know how to make you feel." c'mon, tell your dickhead of an ex how good your own teammate made you feel. tell max everything.

"shit, max. please. no one has ever fucked me like this before." you held onto the pillow a little tighter. the rush was to your head, you couldn't believe it. it was even a little better than when you pleasured yourself.

"a girl like you deserves a good fuck. how big was he again?" now max was just taunting the man. maybe it was a step beyond, but the greasy-haired prick should've known better than to get in max's way.

"three."

"yeah, yeah. didn't know how to use it either. but that's alright, schat. i'll make sure to give you all the orgasms he failed to give you. right?"

you nodded, "right, max, right." you arched your back a little more. the pleasure was flooding your brain. almost overwhelming as he fucked you with such force that it moved the bed up against the wall. the expensive headboard knocked against the wall a little harder.

no more worrying about idiot men for you, not while max was still upright and breathing. you were his. even if max had to raise your standards himself in any capacity. he would make you see that the two of you were a better fit. and to not give these low-lifes any chances. you were above them.

far too beautiful, far too funny, far too charming. if they couldn't handle a woman who liked to ramble then they were weak. max had already been listening to your rambling and ranting for years. the only difference was now he could keep you quiet with about seven inches in your mouth.

"who's going to make you cum?"

"you are!" you said a little louder. your voice a little tighter.

"who?"

"you are!" you yelped as your back arched further and eventually you came around max's cock. the noises you made were angel choirs in max's perverted mind. there, that should get the message across to this other dickhead.

he ended the video and tossed the phone on the bed before he gripped you by the middle and pressed his chest against your back. he fucked you with a heavy pace. it made you see stars and feel the throb of need in your core.

already overstimulated, your body craved for more. now you certainty weren't going to find another man. with a few ore heavy thrusts, you came once more and almost punched the pillow from the intensity. it was soon followed by max who pushed himself all the way inside of you and finished.

"shit." he croaked.

you laid under him as he slowed to a stop and dropped your hips when he pulled out. you laid there, finding comfort in the pillow under your head as you felt on cloud nine.

while max would've loved to eat you out right after. he could tell that you had already had enough for tonight. he laid down next to you and you rolled to your side to face him. your expression was blissed out and sleepy.

so, like any good boyfriend. he held you. and soon you drifted off to sleep. the rush of chemicals to your brain made you sleepy. and soon you were curled up under the covers with max.

"good girl." he said softly as you laid on his chest in a post-orgasm bliss. it wasn't until you were fully asleep that max got to work.

as you laid asleep beside him, he had your phone in his hand. he knew your pass code because it was the same as his. his number (33) and your number. it was a cute thing you wanted to do as teammates. so it wasn't easy to send the video and photos of him fucking you to your ex-boyfriend.

you shifted a little in your sleep from the feeling of the bright light of a phone nearby. you made a noise and almost woke up.

"shh, shh." he said as he kissed the top of your head, "just checking emails, go back to sleep." he was quick to send the video from his phone to your phone then to your ex-boyfriend. you simply snuggled closer and relaxed more. unaware.

max attached a message to the video, the one of him completely taking your pussy, "thought you were dumb, now i think you're completely stupid. don't text or call this number. congratulations of fumbling someone way out of your league. but don't worry, she's better off with me now.- mv." then blocked the number before he put the phone down.

it was his loss honestly, not that max cared. the guy could live forever or die tomorrow. forever irrelevant because now max had you. and as you snuggled up closer to him, a sleepy smile across your face.

you could've gone through a hundred guys, but that didn't matter. because you'd always find your way back to max. <3

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurting…you don’t have to if you don’t want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!

Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that I’m a weenie lol so I can’t help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Also— gonna make this like a college type AU

Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. There’s a cup of beer in your hand that you’ve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.

He’s seen you in his classes before. You’re good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.

He nudges Gaz— they have the routine down to a science— splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an “I owe ye” his way— chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. You’re alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.

He corners you expertly, and you’re a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying he’s always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in class— he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That he’s going to fuck you because he likes you.

Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his room—“Ye didnae ken? This is my fraternity’s house, bonnie,”— as he pulls you along by the hand.

He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheus’s liver. He’s not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesn’t give you kisses the way you’d probably hoped he would. He’ll tell his mates later— it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.

He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and he’s not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.

Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.

Come your next class, he’s back to acting like he doesn’t know you. You’re shy, but you’re not stupid. It’s easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.

So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?

Promethean indeed.

And it keeps happening.

It’s not like he treats you badly— that’s what you tell yourself. You’re just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. It’s nice to feel wanted. It’s not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but you’re willing to ignore that. You shouldn’t be. But you are.

You’re not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? That’s more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?

If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if he’ll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.

You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if it’ll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.

The door across from Johnny’s is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. You’ve never met Simon. Well, you really haven’t met anyone in Soap’s life. That’s not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys don’t get introduced to the friend group. Doesn’t stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think you’re easy. Must wonder if Johnny’ll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks you’re pathetic. You certainly do.

But it’s happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meat— chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you won’t even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” You spit in a tone that surprises you. You’ve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.

“Lemme take y’out somewhere.”

What?

What?

[emisluvr]

politely asking for some more sub!jake content..... heh >w<

and that i'll deliver because sub!jake has my heart !! i love whiny and needy jake </3

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), praise kink, reader in control, pet names, begging

jake loves when you’re in control. he loves the way you boss him around—how you treat him like your little puppy. it gets him off badly.

tonight, you decide to push him a little past his limits, fully aware of how vocal he tends to get during sex. so you make one thing clear: he’s only allowed to cum if he stays quiet.

when you first sink onto him, your pussy enveloping his cock while you're straddled on his lap, he lets out a breathy gasp—already knowing this is going to be difficult.

you start to ride him, your pace picking up as the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. he groans—low and needy—the warmth and tightness of your pussy making it impossible to keep quiet.

"shh, just take it," you whisper, your tone sweet but firm. "be a good boy for me, you can do that, right?" your hands rest on his abs as your hips roll, fucking yourself on his cock like he was made for it.

"y-yeah.. i’m trying.." he whispers, fingers clutching your thighs like his life depends on it. you thrust deeper, grinding down until his tip kisses your cervix, and his breath catches—followed by a soft, broken whimper.

"you’re doing so good for me, baby," you murmur, one hand moving up to run through his soft, tousled hair. "so quiet, just like i asked." you lean forward, pressing your chest to his as your lips brush over his jaw, then his lips—wet kisses that feel more like a reward than anything else.

you feel his cock twitch inside you, and you take it as a sign that he needs to cum.

"you wanna cum, love?" you ask sweetly, clenching around him on purpose—just to make answering that much harder.

"nghh.. y-yes.. please, baby.." he whines, practically trembling beneath you.

"you can cum," you whisper, lips brushing his ear. "you were so good.."

you lift yourself off his cock, and jake lets go completely—spurts of cum painting the sheets beneath him, breath ragged and skin flushed.

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[roosterforme]

Mr. Right Now Part 8 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: The hours with Jake are ticking down, and you agree with every suggestion he makes so you can justify staying a little longer. When you ask for something that goes against one of his lessons from the weekend, you can tell how badly he wants to be the exception to the rule.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, adult language, p in v intercourse, 18+

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

Jake could feel your warm hand low on his abs as your lips skimmed along his neck and his stubbled cheek. Soft skin was all he knew as his fingers trailed down the length of your side. Eyes still closed, he treated himself to a handful of your hip and rear end, giving a little squeeze as he whispered, "Darlin'."

"Jake," you sighed next to his ear, and he finally opened his eyes. For once, being awake was just as good as dreaming. "How'd you know it was me?"

He took your chin in his hand where you were laying halfway on top of him, and he stroked your lips with his thumb as he asked, "Who else would have spent the night with me?" Your subtle little shrug and sweet face made his heart clench. Besides the fact that he generally never let anyone share his bed for more than an hour or two, he already knew the way your body felt in his hands. Every soft curve. Every dip. Every bit of your silky skin. He knew it, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"I don't know," you replied softly before he kissed you.

He wanted to tell you that you were the only one who had worked her way into his heart since he'd been living in San Diego. He wanted to tell you to just leave your fake ID here, because you wouldn't be needing it any longer. If there was something you wanted from a man, he would happily give it to you from now on. You could come back next weekend and do all of this over again with him. 

"Just you," he promised, breaking the kiss as your fingernails gently scraped along his skin and through his trimmed pubic hair. "Jesus," he groaned as you cupped his balls beneath the bedding. You made him cum so many times yesterday, he was almost surprised to find you were getting him hard again now as the early morning sunlight filtered in through the window.

Your expression was almost smug as you leaned in close enough so your lips barely grazed his. He could only hear his beating heart, the ocean in the distance and your soft voice saying, "Tell me what you want."

You had your hand gripping his cock tight as he rolled you onto your back. He thrust into your palm as he grunted, "Did you forget your lessons? That's not how this works."

As soon as he ran two fingers gently through your pussy, your hold on him loosened, and he slid down your body until his mouth was on your belly. You tried to keep your legs closed as you whispered, "But we fucked last night before bed. What if I... taste weird? Like a condom?"

Jake let his cheek rest on your hip as he looked up at your face. "Will you let me be the judge of things down here?"

You giggled as he traced your belly button with his thumb. "I guess. It is kind of your specialty." Slowly you spread your legs for him, and he continued on to where he wanted to be. He knew you loved this, and he was good at it. And you still tasted fucking sweet.

He settled in with his hands on the backs of your thighs, spreading you open with his thumbs. He hummed, kissing your clit as you gasped and squirmed. "No issues here, Darlin'," he promised. "Should I keep going?"

"Yes," you whined, letting your heels dig into his back while you tugged on his hair. 

"Thought so," he whispered with a smug grin. But there was no rush. You could pull his hair and bruise his back to your heart's content, but he was going to make this last for you. It was Sunday, and he'd be driving you back to your dorm later. He didn't know when he'd get this opportunity again. If at all.

"Jake," you moaned, hips rolling gently against his mouth as he sucked on you. "You're so good."

Every time you told him he was doing a good job, he just wanted to keep going. If he could make you come and keep you asking for more in bed, maybe he could ask you for more out of it.

He lapped at your pussy, wanting to taste you everywhere as you started to squeeze your thighs around him. Your body and your tells were already familiar to him. "Not yet," he crooned, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit. "Be patient."

"Feels too good," you whispered, voice ragged with desire. You couldn't stop squirming, and Jake couldn't stop smiling. With each roll of your hips, he ground his cock down against the bed, and when you came on his tongue, he needed to get off.

"Fuck me," you commanded, eyes wild as Jake rubbed your pretty pussy with his fingers, making sure your orgasm was drawn out long and loud.

He licked the taste of you from his lips and grunted, "Yeah? You want me to?"

"Fuck me, Jake!"

He was on his feet in a flash, nearly tripping on the bathroom tile to get to the box of condoms. It was the last one, and he was already tearing open the wrapper and rolling it on as he made his way back to you. Your pussy was wet, glistening in the sunlight as you lay there shamelessly. Needy. Bedding a mess. He was a mess.

As he took your hand, he leaned in close and kissed you, letting you taste yourself. "How about we try a new position?" he asked, and your eyes grew wider as you nodded. He heaped up the pillows against his headboard, sat against them and rubbed his thigh. "Take me for a ride, Darlin'."

Your lips were hovering over his as you whispered, "I'm not sure if I'm going to like it this way." Then your hand met his cock, practically sending Jake over the edge as you straddled him. He was pressed to your entrance, and then you were sinking down around him as you moaned. It was long and sweet sounding, and it turned into the sentence, "Never mind. I think I'm going to love this."

He was going to as well. His hands ended up on your tits as you arched your back, taking him to the hilt. "Lesson number ten," he grunted, and you met his eyes as you wiggled on his cock. "Experimenting with positions and techniques is usually always a good idea."

You nodded as you bounced up and down on him like you'd done this a thousand times. "It never hurts to try. Got it," you said with a grin as you bit your lip.

Jake stroked your nipple and said, "As long as you're with someone you trust."

"Right," you whispered as his hands slid down to your hips to guide your movements. "Oh, god!"

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Jake knew what your body wanted and needed even before you did. Straddling him on his bed with your back arched meant his cock was hitting places inside you that you didn't even know existed. And now his big hands were helping you along as he stroked that perfect spot that left you breathless with your heart pounding. He eased you up and then guided you back down as you met his green eyes.

You trusted him. You knew he'd get you off, and you knew he wouldn't hurt you. One big hand ended up on your belly as he thrust up to meet you, and that little grin that you liked was back on his lips. "Jake," you gasped, grinding down on him until he was nodding. "Does this feel as good for you as it does for me?"

"Better," he answered immediately. "God, I can guarantee it's better. You're so tight, Darlin'. It's a fucking miracle I didn't cum yet."

He kept trying to say it wasn't about the guy, but it was. It was about him, too. You liked watching him come apart for you. Flushed cheeks and wide pupils and deep, guttural grunts. Everytime he fell apart, your heart soared.

"Shit. Shit," he panted, head tipped back, veins in his neck straining. "Damn it, I'm close."

You leaned in and kissed his ear, letting him guide your hips in the exact tempo he wanted, and you were surprised by how much he slowed you down. "Good," you whispered as your fingers threaded through his soft hair. "I want you to feel good."

His name was on your lips as your clit rubbed his rough pubic hair, and you gave him an involuntary little squeeze, surprising yourself by how close you were now.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted. "You're close, too."

Once again, he could tell exactly what was going on, and he rubbed himself against you. He wasn't going to let himself finish with you on the cusp, and you wanted to thank him, but you couldn't speak. Your head tipped back as you held onto him, and after a few more beats, your pleasure crashed against you like a wave. You were moaning his name and fucking him, and in your mind, you looked even better than a pornstar.

"God damn it," he growled, palming your breasts and making you feel so good as he came, too. His mouth was open, and his cock was twitching inside you as he held you in place. "God damn it." 

You did this to him. 

His lips crashed against yours, hands all over your body. "Did that feel good?" you asked between kisses.

"You always feel good," he replied, rolling you carefully onto your back. "Always." His body was above yours, expression open as he said, "Tell me what we're doing next. Breakfast? Another bath? Or you want me to drive you home?"

You smiled, not quite ready to leave yet. "First a bath. You can have a breakfast beer."

Jake chuckled and kissed your neck. "That does sound good. Go get the water ready." When he helped you climb out of bed, he gave you a playful swat on your rear end before vanishing out into the hallway as he removed the condom. You found the empty box and a few wrappers on the bathroom floor, tossing them into the trash as the tub filled with steamy water. You had successfully finished off the condoms, and now there were none on the shelf as you grabbed two washcloths. 

You were smiling and brushing your teeth as Jake strolled in with a bottle of Sam Adams and a wine glass of ice water. Your heart skipped a beat as he set them both down on the edge of the tub before turning off the water and brushing his teeth. You dipped down into the water as he watched you in the mirror.

"Remember, we stay in until it's cold," he told you after he spit out his toothpaste.

"Weirdo," you muttered, and a second later, he was climbing in, splashing water onto the floor as you squealed with laughter. 

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"What's for breakfast today?" you asked, arms around Jake's neck.

He took a sip of his beer and rubbed your thigh beneath the water. "I don't know... if I make eggs again, you'll just complain about how I eat mine sunny side up. Tell me it's wrong just like my pizzas."

"Everything you like to eat is a red flag."

Jake smirked and licked his lips before kissing you softly. "I like to eat your pussy."

You started laughing, and you buried your face against his neck. "That's a green flag."

"Thought so."

He took another long sip of beer, swallowing just as you kissed him again. "You taste good," you whispered after licking his lips.

"You're too young to have beer." His statement was a reminder of how he was in a different place in life than you were, but he chose to ignore the repercussions of what that could mean in a few hours.

"I've had it before. It tastes better on a kiss than from a keg."

It was a statement like that that made him take another sip before setting the bottle down. You were authentic and engaging, and he'd been entranced by you since he picked your fake ID up off the floor. He cupped your face in his hands, wishing the water would never get cold.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and your lips parted in a soft smile as he leaned in to kiss you. Every way you responded to him was exciting. Right now your fingers were wet and running up his neck and into his hair as you gave him the sweetest kisses. 

You were too good for anyone else. You were too good for him, but at least he could admit it. And now he was reminded of why it was a bad idea to bring you here in the first place. He should have never talked himself into believing he should have you. He was an idiot for thinking it would be easy to give you up.

"What if we make pancakes?" you asked, reaching for your ice water after you broke the kiss.

Jake just nodded, keeping his hands on your body and letting you wash his hair. The first time you shivered in the cooling water, he tried to get you to stay put, but the second time, you started to drain the tub. "Let's go eat," you told him easily, and he helped you out of the tub and into a fluffy towel.

"Pick out something to wear," he whispered before kissing your ear. "I'll meet you in the kitchen."

Jake pulled on some clean underwear, vanishing down the hallway, hoping for a few seconds without you to clear his mind, but it didn't work. Little reminders of you were all over the place. Your mini skirt was on the couch. Pizza box on the dining room table. Empty wine glasses in his sink.

"Fuck," he muttered, turning on the coffee maker as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. "You fucked up."

"What did you fuck up?" you asked, and when he spun around, you were standing there in his TOP GUN tee shirt, biting your lip. 

He cleared his throat. "I forgot to turn the coffee pot on before we got in the bath," he replied lamely.

You just shrugged before bending to get eggs and butter from the refrigerator, and Jake was treated to the perfect view of your ass and pussy as he tried to figure out how to get two mugs down from the cabinet without dropping them. Alarm bells were going off in his head as his heart and body responded to you the same way they had been for two days. He knew he wasn't going to survive this weekend, and now he was paying for it as he just kept getting himself in deeper.

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It was almost noon by the time your belly was full of pancakes, and even though Jake's kitchen was a mess, he coaxed you over to the couch when you tried to clean up. He put a movie on as you stretched out, but neither of you were paying attention to it. He tasted like coffee and maple syrup, and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him.

When he pulled away, you pulled him back as he laughed. "What?" you whispered. "You taste good."

His hand was drifting up under the shirt you were wearing as he leaned on his elbow on the cushion next to your head. "You're so soft," he murmured, and you leaned in to kiss him again. "And sweet."

You made out with him, fingers in his hair as he traced shapes along your side. He was handsome and funny, and you smiled against his lips when he called you a smartass. This weekend had been so much more than you anticipated, and you didn't want to return to your dorm and your roommate and your classes. You wanted to belong here. But he was older than you. He had tag chasers and a bar tab at the Hard Deck. He had a decade-long career in the Navy.

Jake's arm wrapped around you in that way you were used to, and he curled up behind you on the couch as another movie automatically started on his TV. You couldn't believe you'd been kissing him for that long, but now you were yawning as he settled in against your back. When you shivered, he pulled the throw blanket down over both of you, and you closed your eyes.

"You wore me out," you sighed. "Your stamina is commendable, Jake."

His lips brushed the shell of your ear as his thumb ran along your belly button. "Let's take a nap, Darlin'." But you were already drifting off as he said, "Wearing you out is a pleasure."

You weren't sure how long you dozed, but his soft breathing made you feel safe, even when you woke again. It was intimate. None of this was anything you were used to, but it seemed like things you would do with your boyfriend, if you had one. 

An image of Cooper flashed into your mind. Two short days ago, he was all you could think about. Your only concern had been whether or not you would be good enough for him. But maybe that wasn't the key here after all.

Jake's fingers flexed on your belly. "Let me kiss you," he mumbled, and you carefully turned so you were facing him like before. This man could have anything he wanted. He never made you feel like you had to perform a certain way for him to want to kiss or touch you. He never made you feel inadequate or stupid. You wished he would tell you what he wanted. You hoped it was more of you.

"Oh," you whispered as your hand eased down along his body to his semi hard length. You cupped him through his underwear and marveled over the shade of pink rising in his cheeks. His lips were parted, and he made an indecent sound when you gave him a little squeeze. You could not believe he was ready to go again.

"Don't look so surprised," he rasped, green eyes half lidded. "You're kissing me and touching me. Of course I'm going to get hard. Lesson eleven: you could turn any man on. Don't second guess your appeal."

You kept your eyes on his face as you slowly tucked your hand inside his underwear. He was thick and velvety soft, and your mouth was watering as your touch made him impossibly harder. He gasped softly and started to nip at your lips, letting you know you were in control again as his fingers stayed soft on your hip. And you could feel yourself getting wet from that simple touch and the way he was looking at you.

"Will you fuck me again?" you asked, letting your lips brush his. You knew you had to leave soon, and you were starting to think that this constant ache for him would never go away. But instead of doing the smart thing here, you wrapped your leg around his hip when he gave you a filthy kiss.

You pulled his underwear down a little bit, and Jake was rubbing himself against your wet pussy. "I would love to be intimate with you again," he replied, and all of those words in that order made you shiver in anticipation as the blanket ended up on the floor. "But we used up all the condoms from my bathroom. Let's get one from your purse."

He sat up on the couch with you on his lap, his cock tapping your opening in excitement, driving you absolutely wild. 

"I want to feel you without a condom."

Jake hissed as he took a deep breath. "Oh fuck." His head tipped back as he swallowed hard, grinding out his words through gritted teeth. "Darlin', you should always use a condom. Hell, I always use one. Don't let guys cut corners, remember?"

You kissed his Adam's apple and said, "You're not other guys. I trust you."

He met your eyes as you squirmed a bit on his lap, so aroused you couldn't sit still. His tip was resting against your clit as he panted and cupped your face with both hands. "God damn it," he grunted. "Listen. I'm not some asshole college student. I get tested regularly, okay?"  When you nodded fervently, he added, "Nobody else. You understand? Nobody else gets to have you without one."

His big hand slid down to your neck as you whimpered, "Just you." Then he was hauling you off to his bedroom.

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PART 9

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[holybibly]

Warnings: NSFW link in text / food play

Unholy thoughts of the day, my sweet bunnies: Inspired by a random NSFW video seen on Twitter, Seonghwa asks you to do something special for him tonight when you both are video chatting, which is fucking your pretty, pink cunt with a sweet and sticky strawberry lollipop.

It was something that Seonghwa had been dreaming about for a long time, but he had never dared to ask you to do it for him. But he could no longer resist his desires when yet another video of a girl fondling her pussy with a sweet, shiny lollipop appeared on his feed. His voice was so soft and velvety as he shyly asked you to show him how you fuck your sweet wet pussy. At first you were even surprised by his shyness as this was something you and Hwa had done more than once or twice, but when he added " with a lollipop" barely a breath, you could understand the reason for his behaviour.

At first you didn't quite understand how to do it. But after a few ( 1 / 2 ) videos Hwa sent you, you knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

Seonghwa moans softly as he strokes his big cock and watches as you slowly slide the bright red strawberry lolly between the wet and sticky folds of your aroused pussy. His tongue darts out to hungrily lick his sensual, plump lips as he watches your labia lewdly parting around the lollipop, allowing it to slide deeper into your cunt before you run it up your slit, and tapping it weakly against your swollen clit.

"Oh, Fuck." He runs the pad of his thumb over the swollen, leaking head of his cock, biting his bottom lip to muffle his pathetic whimpers. Especially when you pull the lollipop away from your pussy and show him the long, shiny strands of your sweet goo left behind.

"I bet you wish you were between my legs at the moment." You want to sound cocky, but the thought of Hwa's long tongue wriggling in your pussy and fucking your hole makes you moan and whine. All you do is stroke yourself with the lollipop and you're already such a fucking mess.

"You have no idea how badly I want to do this, my angel. So fucking badly." His hand slides along the wet, thick length and he licks his lips again, like a cat looking at thick cream. "Come closer, love. I want to see all of you." He whispers as he unconsciously moves closer to the screen of the laptop.

You do as you're told and when your cunt is almost in front of the camera, you finally insert the lollipop into your tight, slippery hole. Seonghwa has to bite the hem of his black tank top to muffle his loud howl at the sight of your pussy greedily swallowing the smooth roundness of the lollipop. You moan, slowly fucking yourself with the candy before slowly pulling the strawberry treat out. The soft edges of your hole lick the glossy, sweet surface and when the lollipop is completely out of you with a wet, squelching "pop", Seonghwa squeezes the base of his cock roughly to keep from coming on the spot at the sight of the stream of mucus flowing out of your hole, which you collect on the lollipop and bring to your mouth to lick it all off.

"I hope you're going to be here with me next time, baby, so we can clean up that lollipop together."

[hoonstqr]

beep! @ user : anon has requested for MEAN HOON THOUGHTS <3

heaven and back | p.sh

warnings: heavy degradation, usage of names like slut, blowjobs, size queen y/n, dacryphilia, lmk if i missed smth!!! NOT PROOFREAD!!! stqr's notes: i wrote this in a rush because i feel rlly bad for not posting much :< i'll try to have a consistent posting schedule and post more often <3 mean sunghoon is such a need, im feral for him and you don't understand how badly i need him uGHHH

At first glance, Sunghoon seems likes a very vanilla sex type of guy but once you get to know him, especially in bed. He fucks you like he hates you.

He would call you the most degrading names while thrusting into you harshly. Every time he pulled out completely and slammed back in, you could feel your insides being re-arranged. And yet, the pain brought you a twisted form of pleasure that you had grown to crave.

One of the things that sunghoon absolutely loved about you was the way you gagged around his cock. When you could feel it hit the back of your throat immediately, and the gag reflex would kick in, your eyes would be watering as you fought to keep it down. Sunghoon's hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head back and forth, setting a brutal pace that had you gagging and drooling around his thick shaft.

He lives for the moment your eyes would start to water and your mascara would rum down your cheeks, creating a messy, smeared look that only added to the depravity of the scene. His other hand would come up to wipe away your tears, only to smear them across your face like a sadistic artist enjoying the canvas of your pain.

“I said, get on your knees, stupid slut!”

Sunghoon’s harsh voice echoed through the room His eyes, usually filled with warmth and affection, were now narrowed into slits of contempt as he glared down at you. But you do as he says, Why? because you are a slut.

You drop down onto your knees, feeling the cold, hard floor dig into your skin as you stare up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears.

With a tremble in your hand, you reach for the metal tab, but he swats it away. "No," he says, "With your teeth. Like the whore you are."

You obey, feeling the cold metal of the zipper between your teeth. The sound of it sliding down fills the room. Each tooth-tug on the zipper is a silent scream of humiliation and pain.

As you pull down his zipper, his hard shaft springs free slapping against your cheekbones. You lean in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

But before you can take him fully into your mouth, Sunghoon's hand is in your hair, yanking your head back. He's rough, the pain making you gasp, and your eyes water. "You're pathetic," he sneers. "Look at you, drooling like a bitch in heat." His grip tightens, and he tugs on your hair again, pulling you closer so that your nose is pressed into his pelvis.

You part your lips and take him in, his grip on your hair guiding your movements as you struggle to breathe around his thickness. The feeling of his shaft sliding along the back of your throat makes you gag, but you swallow down the bile.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain. He tugs harder, forcing you to deepthroat him, and you can feel your throat spasming around him. The salty taste of your own tears mixes with the bitter taste of his precum as your eyes water uncontrollably. You try to swallow, but he's too big, and you can't handle the pressure. You gag, your body's involuntary reaction to the violation.

Sunghoon chuckles darkly, watching you squirm. "Look at you," he whispers, "so eager to please me even when it hurts." He lets go of your hair momentarily, only to slap your face with his cock. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his tone mocking. "You love it when I treat you like this." And as much as you want to deny it, you can't. You do love it. The pain, the degradation, it all just makes the eventual climax so much sweeter.

[kittenscookie]

Here me out, hear me out...Reincarnated Odysseus Au...but Odysseus is one of Poseidon's past lovers—HEY! If you wanna blame anyone for this blame the author of this fic right here!

(Tldr: Poseidon was Ody's first love. He thought Odysseus was cheating on him with Athena so he drowned like half his Island and absolutely destroyed his heart)

Anyway Poseidon has long since realized how badly he fumbled Odysseus—it genuinely keeps him up at night—so when a reincarnated Ody pops up on Olympus with his son even though the man's glaring daggers at him all he can think in "Holy SHIT!?!? Is this a second chance!? Has some kind power greater than my own granted me an opportunity to fix my past mistakes!?" While Hermes and Athena are just like— "...My good bitch, you drowned half his Island, killed most of his men, threatened his family, and basically abandoned his adoptive son and Sally—who's pretty much his best friend. He is NOT taking you back, the fuck are you on???"

"...I'm sorry, can a man not have dreams? Can he not have aspirations?"

"You've been huffing pufferfish haven't you—!?"

Odysseus: *Opening his apartment door* Hello—Go away.

Poseidon: One date! One date that's all I'm asking!

Odyssey: No

Poseidon: Please! I'm a changed man—I swear I'm a changed man! I'll treat you so well this time around please!

Odysseus: *Through gritted teeth* Oh like you've treated Sally well?

Poseidon: ...Okay that's really fucking low—

Odysseus: *Slams the door in his face*

[luveline]

i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33

I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k

modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships

"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.

"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen. 

James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?" 

"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there." 

"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"

James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?" 

"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself." 

"Why the fuck?" James asks. 

"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?" 

"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?" 

"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable." 

He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?" 

James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?" 

You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like." 

"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice." 

"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy." 

"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads." 

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you." 

James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly. 

"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for." 

James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?" 

"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum." 

"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."

"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore." 

"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway." 

"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking." 

You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks. 

"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married." 

James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel." 

[hitomisuzuya]

Hii suzu!! So, i dunno if this particular idea already been asked. So if it's already done, please don't mind this one!

Reader edging scara. Like, really, really edging n teasing him for a full whole day. Making out, Slipping hand to his thigh under the table while in meeting.. Stopped rubbing him through his pants right when he's almost reach climax.. Etc.

So when back on bed at night? Scara couldn't handle it anymore and fucking reader roughly without mercy. Maybe even a hint of mind break on reader side. (Sorry if this doesn't make sense, english is hard. ;-;)

That's all, go wild with this one if you decided to write this! i hope you have a good day, suzu! Love your writings as always <3 don't forget to take care of yourself 💕

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Orgasm denial. Brat taming. Cunnilingus. Degradation. Edging. Mind break. Dom! Scaramouche.

Thank you very much, dear❤️ Sorry this took a bit to get to. You take care of yourself too🥺

The state you are reduced to now was a far cry from your earlier demeanor. You'd been an absolute menace today. It started with your hand on his thigh, your lithe little fingers stroking and teasing him outside his shorts under the table. All the while smiling politely while he struggled to keep up with the meeting.

Usually it was his fingers teasing between your legs during a meeting, pumping them in and out of your sopping cunt, drinking in the sight of watching you struggle. What was making you so bold?

After the meeting, abruptly condensed and cut short, your lips had been sweet and hungry on his. You'd taken his dick from his shorts, exploring his mouth and letting him wrestle your tongue into submission. You pumped and stroked your hand on his straining cock until he was whimpering into your mouth, rutting into your hand like a mutt in heat.

But you, for some reason, had to push him even further. He'd been about to put you on your knees, and force his cock past your lips. Stroking your hair while he bobbed your head, promising to fuck you full tonight, that cumming down your throat would have to appease you for now. Good girls deserve a treat to tide them over.

He didn't get to. You took your hand away before he could cum. Leaving him frustrated the rest of the day.

Now look at you. His mouth on your pussy was reducing you to the same state you'd left him in earlier.

"Impatient slut," Scaramouche growled, tightening his fingers on your thighs. "You want to tell me what you were trying to pull earlier," He swirled his tongue around your clit. The throbbing in your clit made you gasp, squirming as you grinded your pussy on his mouth.

"I just..I just.." You were struggling to find the right words. Each lick and caress of his tongue was teetering you closer to the edge. Agonizingly slow. You pushed his mouth down onto your cunt. "I just wanted your attention," You managed to whimper.

He groaned into your pussy, latching his lips onto your clit. As sweet as you sounded, there was no way he was going to get ahead of himself and lose control. You needed to be broken, just a little bit. Which meant you would absolutely shatter like glass.

"You wanted my attention that badly? I was going to stuff your greedy cunt full regardless," He hissed, narrowing his eyes in a glare up at you. "You really are a fucking slut," He hooked two fingers abruptly inside of you. He needed to hear you beg while he kept you right on the edge of cumming.

"Only your fingers?!" You protested, rocking your hips up. Your body had been burning and aching for him all day. And now he was only making you ache worse. Your desperate moans more than told you could hardly stand it any more.

"You brat," Scaramouche hissed, reaching down to palm and rub his straining cock. He couldn't deny he loves it when you get like this. He was only going to enjoy putting you in your place that much more.

Tears welled into your eyes as you looked down at him. You waited, your body tense and twitching in anticipation. Anticipation of more degradation from him, a more brutal pace of his fingers. Something, anything. But you got nothing.

Nothing but his tongue and his fingers abusing your dripping hole and your swollen clit. This was clearly about his pleasure now. It was almost unbearable for you. He could tell in the way your body twitched as he latched his lips around your clit. He casually hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, only giving you the slightest jolt of pleasure before taking it away.

You broke best that way.

"Tell me slut, do you want to cum?" A smirk coiled on the corners of his lips. The longer he brutally edged you, the deeper the look of desperation in your watery eyes.

"Yes, so badly," You moaned, grinding shamelessly on his mouth, trying to urge his lips and tongue firmer on your clit. You needed him so badly it hurt. You tugged on his hair to emphasize your pleas.

"Hmm?" He prodded his tongue on your sensitive clit, making your legs quake as you rolled your hips up. "That's too bad," He taunted, laughing softly into your pussy. It made his cock pulse to deny you the same you had earlier.

He hooked his fingers generously for the first time into your sweet spot, curling it extra before pulling them from your pussy. You cried out in both bliss and protest before you were unceremoniously flipped over onto your stomach.

"Ass up, whore," From his tone you knew he wasn't going to be gentle. Your cunt clenched at the thought. You raised your ass up, going down onto your elbows and giving him a view of your sopping cunt. "Bratty sluts like you need to be bred into their place."

Your pussy clenched around nothing as he pinched and rubbed your clit. You yelped in bliss feeling his hand smack roughly on your ass, making you arch your back as you grinded on his cock. Fuck you are so irresistible like this, craving his every touch.

Grasping his cock, Scaramouche moaned as he pushed it slowly inside. He bottomed out with a fluid thrust. The tight feeling of your pussy sucking him in made him lose control then.

He pulled out, only to stuff his cock back into your pussy all at once. It didn't take him long to set a brutal pace, his hands grasping your hips possessively. Fucking you roughly from behind was a dominant way for him to break you.

"Scara! Scara! I can't..breathe," You moaned, his cock head hammering into your sweet spot made your head spin. You moaned like you were finally getting something you were denied for years.

Scaramouche's cock squelched loudly in and out of you. "Going from teasing like a slut, to moaning like a slut," He laughed as your walls clutched around his cock, "Fuck, you feel so tight," He lost himself in taking the frustration of being teased by you earlier out on your pussy.

He still held your orgasm in the palm of his hand. He was dangling the promise right in front of you, little by little. "Please, please, I'm sorry. Just let me cum," You sobbed in pleasure, clawing at the sheets before reaching down to rub your clit.

Scaramouche batted your hand away, helping you along himself. You had a certain way of moaning right before cumming. He knew the moment your mind essentially shattered. Your body felt more pliable in his hands. "Yes, that's my good girl. Break just like I want," He groaned.

[lovisyandereblog]

Eyes on Me

Yandere Submissive Stalker X GN Reader

Part 3! Probably last part….maybe

Part 1 and 2 here. Also guys Im so sorry for my mistakes in my last post! I accidentally used she/her pronouns in my writing, I genuinely didn’t even realise it. Im so sorry guys!!

7 weeks. It had been 7 long fucking weeks and you were still stuck here.

Noah had kept you captive for nearly two months now, but he never let you feel like you were one.

He would gift you things you wanted nearly everyday, Noah would cook your favourite dishes for you, he would shower you with love and affection, always making sure your every want and need was met.

All he asked for in return was your love…thats all he wanted.

And it seemed like you were slowly giving in.

What else could you do?! He was so adorable, so cute, so kind, so sweet…you were slowly becoming more lenient towards him.

For example, you weren’t kicking, hitting or screaming anymore. You were eating your food rather than throwing it away and yelling. And you were a bit more welcoming to his kisses, his soft and loving kisses.

Noah was also letting you roam free in his large house. You had an idea of who he was now. Noah was a very famous doctor, and was very wealthy. He was a psychiatrist who always treated his patients with care and love, never making them feel like they were a burden.

But although he let you roam the house freely, he never let you outside.

Creak…

The door opened and you stared at it, the same sweet smile you saw everyday greeting you.

“Good morning my love~!! Have you had a nice nights sleep?” Noah came closer to you, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even bat your eye at his affection.

“ `Morning…” You mumbled as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up slowly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in the mornings~?” Noah said in a sing-song voice, twirling a piece of your y/c hair with his finger.

You tried to hide your blush as you turned your head away, “W-whatever…”

Noah chuckled and kissed your cheek again, “Come! Go get freshened up and lets have breakfast! I’ve asked the cook to make you your favourite french toast!”

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to praise him. He practically lived for your praise and attention, but you would rarely give it to him.

“Oh..thank you Noah..Ill go get ready…” You murmured as you rushed to the toilet. Noah watched you go, hearts practically engrained in his eyes. For you. Just for you~

At the breakfast table, Noah was staring at you lovingly as he fed you the toast.

“I can feed myself…” You tried to protest, but he whined.

“P-please! Please let me Y/N…Im begging you~” His eyes were so cute, you just couldn’t help but give into his pleads.

“Fine..just stop looking at me like that…” You replied hastily, and he immediately brightened up and went straight back to feeding you.

After your 5th or 6th bite, you started feeling quite full, putting your hand up to stop the bite in Noah’s hand to come near your mouth. He nodded and ate the bite himself, smiling at you with such a lovesick grin.

You swallow nervously, looking at him. You had to ask him a question really badly, it was really important, “Noah?”

“Yes my angel, my love, my darling~?” Noah answered, hearts in his eyes as he looks at you. You had to keep yourself from smiling at his cheesy terms of endearment.

“Can you please let me go outside? I haven’t seen the outside world in like 2 months…” You complained, making him frown immediately and look away.

“Y-Y/N, you know how sorry I am…I feel so guilty baby…” Tears already filled his eyes as he spoke, making you sigh as you always gave into his tears.

“But…but I can’t let you go…Im scared you’re going to leave me. I can’t live without you my love…I’ll die!” Noah started to cry, holding your hands and bringing it to his heart. On the inside, he knew he was manipulating you but what else could he do?! He genuinely did love you so so much.

He loved you to the point of obsession.

You thought to yourself as you just stared at him, he sniffed and gave you puppy eyes. You knew you had to do something in order to get out of this place, otherwise he’d just keep you locked up forever. You wanted your life back and you knew just how to do it.

It involved giving into Noah’s love in order to regain your freedom. There was no other way. You had tried to escape in the past but he always…always found you.

“Noah…if I become your..partner..will you let me have more freedom?” You asked, and he immediately jumped up, looking at you hopefully.

“Y-Y/N?! Are….are you being serious?!” Noah couldn’t believe it, all his hard work finally paid off. You would finally be all his.

“Yes Noah, I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to start a relationship with you, but you have to promise you’ll let me go-” You had barely finished your sentence when he suddenly fainted, making you let out a loud scream.

You immediately went on your knees, cradling him in your lap as you tried to nudge him awake.

‘What the fuck??’ You thought to yourself as you check his pulse and sighed in relief when it’s normal.

“Now what am I to do with you…” You mumble to yourself before a plan comes to mind.

Paybacks a bitch…

Noah woke up with a groan, his eyes slowly opening yet his sight was still hazy.

‘What happened…?’ He thought to himself as he tried to sit up, but his eyes widened when he couldn’t move. He looked up and saw his wrists were tied together and attached to the headboard of the bed. To add to this, his ankles were tied to the bottom poles of the bed. He looked down and noticed he was now wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt.

He thrashed around, trying to get out of his restraints to no avail. This couldn’t be happening. Where the hell were you?!

Noah began to sob and panic as millions of thoughts raced through his poor little head. He started to think of how you had left him and he’d never see you again.

“Y/N!! P-PLE-HIC-PLEASEE I’M S-SORRY…DON’T L-LEAVE ME…I’LL DIE W-HIC-WITHOUT YOU!!!” He was genuinely going crazy without you, where did you go?? Why would you leave him? Was he not good enough?! He’d change for you—he will; just give him a chance!!

“Y/N!! C-COME BA—” His words were cut off by you suddenly placing a hand over his mouth, “Shut the fuck up,” You seethed, glaring at him as he looked up at you with teary blue eyes.

Where you came from, he didn’t know but he was just happy that you were here. Although he was genuinely scared from how angry you looked, he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fact that you hadn’t left. He was so delusional that he thought you had came back for him❤️❤️❤️ (A/N he’s so weird I love him)

But he also had a little problem because of you on top of him; all of his fantasies were coming true. Oh god just ruin him already!!

He whined against your hand and tried to buck his hips up, making you grip onto his mouth even harder, “I said shut up you fucking brat, can’t listen to simple instructions?”

The mix of your strong body on top of him and your cruel words made the poor boy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his back arched; pathetic moans leaving him.

No way….did he just….?

You look down and saw a wet patch forming on his crotch, you internally smirked at how much of an effect you had on him but you had to keep up your strict persona, “Did you just fucking cum, you slut?”

Noah panicked, his pretty eyes filling with even more tears as he shakes his head “no,” worried that you’d be disgusted with him. (He secretly wanted you to treat him like trash)

But could you blame him for cumming?? You were literally on top of him looking as beautiful as ever, whispering demeaning words at him and you expected him not to cum?

“Mmm…n-not a s-slut…” He tried to mumble against your hand, looking at you with such love in his eyes. You nearly felt bad for him.

You suddenly slap him on the face, making him whine out in pain and pleasure as he breathed heavily from the release of his mouth from your hand. You took a second to admire the sight below you:

His blonde locks were messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were all rosy and wet with tears as was his mouth which was covered in his drool. Noah’s big blue eyes were looking to the side, embarrassed to face you as he bit his pretty pink lips.

You gripped his hair roughly, making him whine out, “Did I say you could talk back? Did I say you could fucking look away?”

He shook his head frantically, mentally face palming himself for disobeying you, “N-no! No…‘mm sorry!! S-sorry…please…”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it pretty boy…I think I need to teach you a lesson hmm? For all the bad things you did…” You leaned in close to his ear and he could feel his dick harden again from your proximity, “….for kidnapping me, keeping me locked up here…you’ve been a bad boy haven’t you~?”

Noah had started to sob, tears cascading down his adorable pink cheeks; he didn’t want to be a bad boy!! He wanted to be good, so good, for you!

“N-no! Mm so-sorry!! I’m n-not a bad boy! I-I’m a g-good boy…your good boy!!” He desperately begged, looking up at you in hopes you’d believe him. He knew what he had done was wrong but his intentions were never bad, he promises!!

You couldn’t help the heat pooling in your lower stomach from the way he was begging, god his desperation was so hot. So what if he was a deranged, psychotic, obsessive lunatic? He was cute!!

“But you haven’t proven to me you’re a good boy…so a punishment is really needed~” You said with a devilish smirk forming on your face, making both his heartbeats race (if you get what I mean💀💀)

You lean over and open one of the drawers, an assortment of items you had bought while he had been unconscious. His eyes widened in fear and excitement as he saw you bring a ball gag to his mouth, “Mmnnoo!! Y-Y/N!!” He tried to beg but you had already sealed his mouth shut.

Then you proceeded to pick up a remote like device you bought, Noah looked at it in confusion while tilting his head. You smirked at how adorable he looked, he didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

With the click of a button, Noah’s back arched as he felt pleasure coursing through his body. He hadn’t even realised that a vibrator was lodged inside him! You must have put it in while he was unconscious.

“MMMNNGGH~!” He moaned against the gag, his body twisting and shaking, poor little baby was so sensitive!

You turned the vibrator off and he slumped down, his chest heaving, “Now for your punishment, I’m going to leave you here with that vibrator on and you’re going to cum over and over again until I’m satisfied, do you understand?”

Noah’s eyes widened and he shook his head profusely. This wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you, to touch you, to have you make him feel good; not this stupid toy!

He also didn’t want to be alone, he felt like he’d die if you weren’t near him so he began to cry, “N-noooo!! Mmm stayy!” His voice came out muffle which only made you smirk even more.

It was evident you were a sadist; seeing him whine and beg like that really turned you on. However you were doing this also to make sure it was engrained in his head who was in charge: you. It was to make sure he’d never pull a stunt like this again and would also prove his obedience to you.

“You said you wanted to be my good boy didn’t you Noah~? So be a good boy and take it.” You said sternly, turning the vibrator on once more before walking out of the room, leaving the door open a little bit so you’d hear him.

His moans and cries followed you as he begged for you to come back, but with the gag in his mouth he could only do so much.

Noah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came again with a cry, his boxers were now dirty with his jizz. He sobbed as the vibrations bullied his poor prostrate, he wanted you to make it feel better, please come back!

And then he came for the third time, and the fourth and then the fifth. It felt like hours had gone by (it had only been 30 minutes) since you left him in this state; his whole body was shaking as his hips bucked to try and get away from the vibrations but to no avail.

“Nnnngghh~!! ‘S t-too m-much…too much!” He whined, mainly to himself but it came out as mixed garbles.

You finally graced him with your presence and entered the room, your own arousal building up at the sight of him. But you also felt pity on him, it was clear that he had never felt the touch of anyone his entire life—let alone come numerous amounts of times!

He hadn’t noticed you came in yet, his mind was all foggy and hazy; the only thing he could focus on was the vibrations in his ass.

You say next to him and his head immediately darted towards you, tears pooled his eyes and he begged you to make it stop, “P-pleasshh~” He tried to say but the gag and the tormenting toy stopped him from being able to vocalise himself.

You cooed at him and turned the vibrations to the lowest level, yet not quite turning it off yet, “Have you learnt your lesson~?” You ask, and he nods eagerly and tries to get closer to you: to feel your comfort, your warmth, your affection, your love~

You take mercy on him and take out the gag since it was clearly hurting his jaw, he lets out a moan of relief as incoherent ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love yous’ leave his mouth.

“Shhh…it’s okay, I’ve got you~” You whisper in his ear, you gently take his underwear off and take the vibrator out, making him whine, “Mmmh…s-sensitive..ahhnngh~”

He gave you such adorable eyes, pleading for you to make him feel better so you cupped his face, “Don’t worry, I’ll take all the pain away, I promise…you’re my good boy right~?”

As soon as he heard the words, “Good boy,” he immediately nodded like a mad-man, “Mmm your good boy! P-please…please…y-yours…”

You could tell he was extremely exhausted from the torment you put him through, so you untied his wrists and ankles which made him cling onto you like a spider monkey; you let out a soft chuckle, “Noah…you have to let me go…I need to clean you up…”

“N-no! D-don’t go…please…” Tears pooled his eyes yet again, making you coo at him which he melted to.

“Shhh…alright, we can cuddle for a bit but then I have to clean you okay~?” You wrapped your arms around his waist aswell, being careful not to touch his very sensitive lower body.

Noah could still feel the tingles and electricity coursing through his body, but once you held him in your arms—he felt all that pain go away. He snuggled further into you, his face buried in your neck.

“I love you so much…I love you Y/N..” He mumbled against your skin, kissing it softly.

And you found yourself saying something you’d never imagine saying the first day you met him;

“I love you too Noah~”

Ahhhh! Finally finished this!!

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