#i'd gladly bend over for all of them

[artistisdead]

list of men in dick roles but i still wanna you know:

1. john cassavetes in mikey and nicky and husbands (god no ion want rosemary baby john even tho he is so...)

2. jean pierre leaud in la maman et la putain

3. tony leung in lust, caution

[cultlix]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

pair. surfer! chris x felix's soon-to-be wife! fem reader | genre. unrequited love (?), angst, slight smut| warnings. use of pet names, mentions of smoke, allusion to cheating, penetrative/unprotected sex.

synopsis. He's a tidal wave, sudden and unrestrainable, cataclysmic, sweeping away everything getting on its way. "You've never been more human to my eyes than you are right now," you confess.

author's note. learning to surf has always been on my bucket list, as much as being mr. bahng and mr. lee's object of desire. yup! thanks in advance for any form of feedback you'll decide to give to this new story. happy reading, guys!

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Chris drives the coast with the windows open and the radio turned off, in solemn contemplation, cradled by the regenerating caress of crisp air and the spellbinding play of lights on the waves crest. Everything around him feels like a promise of reconciliation, a long-awaited second chance. As his thoughts dart fast like the wheels on the asphalt, his heart succumbs to a flicker of hope. Nothing lasts forever.

What's not fated to perdure, always falls apart. That's an incontrovertible truth, a solace. Sandcastles dissolve into the fury of the ocean, unspeakable desires plummet gracefully into the forgiveness of the unknown, of the unresolved, becoming nothing more than spectres of draining obsessions.

It's a gory war the one against them, Chris knows better. So he patiently relies on whatever God is available, merciful, choleric, on weekdays or on holidays, and waits. Waits for an exemplary punishment to accomplish, for this arcane design to spare him from his demons, unslakable, compelling, always shaped on something - or someone - he can't have but he'd kill for, always voraciously aiming for his wandering soul.

But if this agony can help avoiding his entire universe to collapse on itself, he'll gladly greet a request of immolation, mastering the art of camouflaging, of denying, burying secrets and crucifying longings. It won't last forever, and it's a relief. Though sometimes it feels just like a blatant lie he tell himself to stay anchored to his sanity.

He finds you sat on the wooden porch steps, loose braid, white tank top and a pair of worn out jean shorts, a gaze crossing horizon lines and vanishing points, astray, imperscrutable. You wave listlessly in his direction, a cigarette butt still firmly set between your fingers, a form of latent slavery you seem to accept willingly, uglier but less striking than the other you show off on your left hand, a glaring warning, a coveted chain for many.

You walk towards the vehicle and bend down over the passenger window, the strap of your black bra falling off your shoulder. "I'm afraid we'll ride the waves alone today, lone wolf. Felix can't make it," you start off, throwing the cig on the gravelly ground.

Chris nods unsurprised while he connects the dots. Earlier that week, Felix, his undisputed soulmate, the only home he has ever known, suggested him to spend some extra free time with you to strenghten your bond. Chris didn't even know you two had one, until his little brother decided so.

"I'd do anything for her," Felix confessed him, watching you while you were feeding stray cats roaming around his beach cottage.

"I know," Chris answered, passing him a bottle of water after their daily run.

"No, I don't think you really do," he insisted, taking a long sip, asking his body one last effort to take you by surprise with a back hug, making you scream, laugh, turning you around to lock lips and then vanish inside that instant forever.

But Chris looked hard enough to perceive it, to watch it while it put roots in his rotten brain and invaded his heavy heart. He knew all the burdens and the ordeals of selflessness and deep veneration in their most virulent shades, and tolerated them. He knew, and fervently prayed he didn't.

"Surfing without sunshine. Ironic, isn't it?" He hints, staring absentmindedly at the road in front of him.

"Sacrilegious," you add sarcastically, shielding your eyes from the scorching sun, the elegant gem almost cleaving the air with its sharp facetings as you raise your hand, capturing egoistically the morning glow and returning it as countless thunderbolts, forcing Chris to look away, blinded, deafeted by its ruthless splendor.

"You still feel like doin' this, yeah?"

"Why shoudn't I?"

He shrugs, rubbing his nape. "Just thought that's the kind of thing a girl does only with her fiancé."

"Unlike you, I still can survive a day without sunshine," you clarify.

"Better not telling him. He thinks you're such a damsel in distress when he's not around," he warns, vaguely sore by your assertion.

"Yeah, I know. That's the kind of thing a girl does for her fiancé."

Is it really like this, Y/N? Well, it must be. Feeding a man's narcissism, enchanting him with your fatal feminine artifices, meekness, submissiveness, pretending you're his to take, to mold, while you turn his vanity, his naiveness into your trophy. Nasty, brillant little thing. You deserve to be taught a lesson, you deserve an award.

"Seriously, the wind is crazy. We can always reschedule this first lesson if you—"

"Wow, you're really doin' it, aren't you? You tryna back out, lone wolf?"

"No, it's just...it's gonna be tough," he explains dryly.

"Never expected you to go easy on me," you cut him off, getting in the car and pulling your pack of cigarettes out of your shorts pocket, but Chris promptly takes it away from your hands.

"My car, my rules, buttercup," he says with an authoritative stance.

"Fuck Christopher. Why do you even care so much?" you protest, rolling your eyes in a very childish way.

It's rare, unheralded. No silly nickname, no endearing mockery. Christopher. Vowels and consonants coated in honey and insolence, a venomous balm delighting his ears and hurting his pride.

"I've been asking myself the same question a lot lately."

His hand's steady on the gear shift, his jaw clenched. He feels his loins on fire each time you rock your bare upper tigh from side to side, rhythmically, hitting his calloused fingers, turning unbearably itchy, curious to plunge into your luscious flesh, glistening in the warmth of the sun filtering through the windows and inundating the narrow car cabin. He commands himself to regret it the moment he indulges in the mirage of sinking his teeth into every inch of your skin, of healing every deep wound with his mouth, sucking, draining, swept away by an orgiastic dance of blood and mellow nectars.

In the darkness of his unmade bed, enveloped by the hot steam of the pouring shower stream, these fantasies come to inebriate his mind, to take control of his muscles, of his arts, aching, yielding as these visions become vivider, nerve-wrecking, leading him to chase a crumble of inner peace by satisfying their disgraceful nature. He runs his hand over his stiff lenght, his grip firm and tight, emulating your walls, pulsing, contracting, engulfing him, swallowing him in to the hilt, driving him insane with the friction against your slippery crevice. He dreams of pushing himself inside you violently, hurriedly, from behind, nails digging into the softness of your buttocks, your bones hitting his just the way he needs, as a punishment, because he knows he shouldn't have you like this, on your fours, spine breaking under the weight of his quivering body and his guilt, he begs his reason to manifest again soon just to take him back from this mortal rapture, to reveal, or remind him the truth he's desperately trying to elude. You'll never be his. You'll never choose the traitor over the hero. He comes in groans and moans, with the raging force of a torrent, his fluid slipping through his digits because you're not there to contain it, to let it nourish your immaculate womb, and you never will.

"Lone wolf?"

Chris flinches, eyes still glued to the pavement. "Mmh?"

"I know what you're thinking."

No, Y/N, you don't. If you did, you'd see the monster you've made out of me, and you'd be aghast. You'd watch me meandering in the ghost lands this delirium has generated, eager to betray the man I was before this passion ate every shred of my heart, becoming the bastard I am right now, a shadow who bends to your fucking will even if you don't ask to, don't notice it, don't even care.

He clears his throat, tapping nervously his thumb on the steering wheel. "I—"

"I know you think I don't deserve him, but let me show you I do, I will."

He smirks, relieved, resigned.

"Oh buttercup, no one will ever deserve Felix."

"We're gonna get wet anyway," you protest, watching rain falling inesorably from the outdoor shed as Chris applies a layer of wax on your surfboard.

"Typical of beginners," he comments, chuckling, not giving in to your pleas. "Don't you know half of the fascination with this sport is the mental preparation and waiting for the perfect weather?"

"How could I? I'm a beginner," you retort, mocking him and rasing an eyebrow. "Anyway, isn't it the instructor's responsabilty to check the forecast and surf conditions before a session?"

"You can't predict everything, that's what makes surfing hard and rewarding," he elucidates patiently, undressing himself to wear his wetsuit, forcing you to look away.

"I thought in Australia you only knew about rain for movies and songs," you mumble.

Chris smiles fondly. "Considering it's gonna be your new home, I thought you knew more about Australia than what they tell you in movies and songs," he remarks, handing you your rented wetsuit.

"He is gonna be my new home," you state, taking the garment, gazing into his eyes purposely.

He turns around to let you change, hearing the muffled sound of your clothes falling on the ground confusing with the melodious crashing of the waves against the shore, seeing out of the corner of his eye you throwing your bra and your knickers on the only stool present, just over his boxers.

"The only good thing I've ever done in my entire life was protecting Felix, committing myself everyday to make him feel safe. I can't do anything else. It's a mission, a curse. My life revolves around him. And I know you love him, I can feel it, but it's hard to accept how easily he can get along without me. It's not about you, Y/N. But, what will be left to do for me then, if I lose the only thing that still makes me human?"

He's a tidal wave, sudden and unrestrainable, cataclysmic, sweeping away everything getting on its way.

"You've never been more human to my eyes than you are right now," you confess.

He gets closer, the superb gem still there, looking heavier, bigger, more blinding and menacing each time Chris avoids the distance between your exposed back and his covered chest, just enough to inhale sublime notes of lavender when your braid moves on your shoulders. The sillage trails him in a narcotic embrace that lulls his senses, dazing his lucidity, coaxing him to let his guards down, to swim towards the current, the trap, the end.

He brushes his lips gently on your nape, shivers mantling your skin when he places them on your neck, a weary butterfly dying on an autumn leaf.

"Lone wolf..." you say under your breath, paralyzed, afraid.

"What will be left to do for me, if I take the only thing that still makes him human?"

© cultlix, 2024. all rights reserved.

[runariya]

Another prompt: 💎🤫

Mafia JK x hitwoman employee. Set at JK's club. Hitwoman employee just finished his order to take out a rival mobster and returns to give JK the good news about her successful job. She's the best in the business so her ego is huge. He's lucky to have her. She gets horny after she kills, so they have sex on his desk in his office. Maybe she doesn't take money from him for hits, maybe she just wants him as payment, so they hook up frequently.

(mafia+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: mafia boss!Jungkook x hit woman!reader genre: mafia!AU, smut warnings: jealousy, mentions of assassination, explicit sexual content, good girl, princess, unprotected sex word count: 1.837

a/n: Erica, I'd kiss the ground you walk on for this prompt (and the others you've send lol) lysm 💕

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Jungkook can’t remember the last time he felt safe in the dark. Not that he’s scared of it; no, he’s too dangerous to feel fear, to feel any kind of vulnerability. But safe? That’s a whole different feeling he experienced as if it were the first time when he met you.

A woman so beautiful, so lethal, that even he gets weak in the knees.

A woman too precious for this world, too fragile to survive, but still you’ve risen to become the most deadly hitwoman walking through his cities and those that soon will be his.

It’s not only the rise of goosebumps on his skin but also the familiar clacking of your heels against the polished floor outside his office that alerts him to your arrival—a clear sign of your successful mission. It’s not like you’d knock; you never do, and he’d remove the door altogether if you ever hinted that pulling the handle was too much for you.

The same alluring smile graces your lips painted in red, the same glint in your eyes as you make your way to him, perching yourself right in front of him on his desk, knees bending over themselves as the slit in your tight black dress reveals the smooth skin of your leg now running alongside Jungkook’s.

Jungkook can’t help but run his knuckles up your exposed skin, cold rings gracing ever so slightly the spots he knows are your most sensitive, can’t help but drink you in, in all your glory. Still, even though he knows you’ve done a good job, he can’t help but voice the one thought that’s been clouding his mind throughout it all.

“Did he touch you?”

Your red lips stretch into a smirk he knows all too well at this point, seeing his jealousy as another payment for your duties to him. But Jungkook’s not miffed because of it; it fuels his own need to have you beneath him, showing you exactly what a good girl you were for him to remove yet another mobster in his way.

“No,” you husk, eyes flickering down to his knuckles, thighs needily rubbing together ever so subtly.

“Good girl.”

He knows you’ve just killed a man. But he’s going to be your bloody alibi, will gladly offer his own head every single time just for your pretty one to stay in place. Because, fuck, he’s never wanted anyone else the moment you entered his life. Never even thought about anyone but you.

“You gonna pay me?”

It’s innocent—innocent in the same way you present yourself—but oh so thrilling when one peeks behind the layers like he does. Jungkook would give you all his money, give you the world, but when your only accepted payment from him is himself, yeah, that’s just fantastic.

“I’ve never skipped a payment.”

“You didn’t.”

You let your legs spread to each side of him, while he’s still sitting on his office chair, now having a perfect view of your already glistening cunt.

“Didn’t wear anything underneath?”

He’s unable to hide his jealousy again, his disdain that you’ll go out like this without him around, but locking eyes with you tells him everything he needs to know. You got rid of them just for him, and him only.

Not wanting to waste any more time with meaningless chatter, Jungkook lets his fingers find their way to your clit, circling it ever so lightly and receiving the reaction he’s been craving. Your pupils, already dilated since you locked eyes with him, now blow out completely, lips parting with a soft, approving gasp.

A gasp that’s like a melody in Jungkook’s head as he stands, free hand cradling your the back of your head, connecting your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. The taste of you on his tongue is like the first hit after he’s been clean, burning his thoughts into insignificant dust until there’s nothing left but you.

When your hands find their way to his chest and neck, scratching his sensitive skin with your long black nails, Jungkook picks up the pace with his tattooed fingers, fucking into you just like you crave it. He can’t slow down, can’t pull his mouth away from yours, but eventually, you trail your lips over his jaw down to his neck, leaving a vibrant red path behind that he’ll fucking wear proudly for hours.

A groan vibrates violently in his throat and chest, as he lets you assault his neck, unbutton his shirt, lets you do whatever the fuck you want until you’re satisfied.

“I killed him for you.”

Fuck, you did. You did it for him.

“Got him out of your way. So you can have what you want.”

Jungkook just wants you. He couldn’t care less about anything or anyone else. And, fuck, he knows it’s dangerous to feel this way, but he can’t help it anymore.

“So good for me,” Jungkook moans as you’ve now freed his aching cock from his trousers, pumping him just the way he needs it.

“So good for you, Jungkook. Only you.”

It nearly tips him over the edge. He’s never heard you say that before, and he regrets not bugging his own office just so he could play this on repeat.

“Only me.”

“Only you, Jungkook.”

Losing control—that’s what you’re doing to him, and he can’t afford it, not when he knows you seek to lose it when you’re with him. So he lets his hand settle on your delicate throat, just under your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

The slight squeeze against your airways only makes you press your hips against his fingers, moving rhythmically, a sound escaping your lips that he wants to drown in forever. As his lips trail along your face, tasting the light sheen of sweat on your flushed skin, it’s everything he’s craved after days spent apart.

“I need you,” you moan, and he knows not to grant you your wish so easily. Instead, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and slips them into his mouth, hovering over you as he sucks them clean.

“Please.” You mewl, impatient as you always are. 

“How do you want it, princess?”

Your eyes flicker with uncertainty, though he doesn’t understand why—you both know he’s never denied you. Not once.

“Raw.”

The simple word is like a blow to him. Not because he doesn’t want it, but because you’ve never let him fuck you bare before. He’s dreamed of it more times than he’d ever admit, and now that he finally has your permission, he’ll take it eagerly.

“As you wish, princess.” He leans down, lips claiming yours, angling his leaking cock just right. He slips inside with little resistance, but your trembling walls grip him so fiercely he almost loses himself in the feeling.

When your red lips fall open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back as he bottoms out, he has to force himself not to close his own eyes in ecstasy. He wants to burn this image of you, paired with the feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him, into his memory.

Jungkook starts with a desperate, unrelenting pace, knowing how you like it, how you need it. He gives you everything, wanting only to make you happy, to leave you content. Your hands find his chest, gliding up to his shoulders under his shirt, revealing more of his honeyed skin as you plant soft kisses and love bites on his collarbone. He knows by the end of the night, his skin will be painted red—the colour of you and only you. 

“So big,” you mewl, and he swears his cock swells even more with your words, each one wrapping around him, searing into his mind, destined to haunt him when you’re gone.

“You can take it, princess, can’t you?”

But you don’t answer, too consumed by him as you cling to his muscular build, burying your face in his neck. 

Jungkook trails his hands down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning them above your head. He pulls back, slamming into you harder, faster, deeper. Just needs to lock eyes with you, to see if you feel it too. Because if you don’t, it’ll ruin him.

But then he sees it—the want, the need—not just to be fucked by him, but something more. And that’s all it takes for him to aim for that spot, the one he knows will tip you over.

“Jungkook…” your voice trembles, eyes swimming with unshed tears as your cunt clamps down violently around his cock, making it hard—but not impossible—for him to keep thrusting into you.

The sensation of your bare walls, so hot and drenched, is better than he ever imagined. And when your orgasm finally crashes over you, giving him the ultimate confirmation that he’s the one bringing you this overwhelming pleasure, your juices leaking out and onto his trousers, he can’t hold back any longer.

Jungkook comes, hard—harder than he’s ever come before—releasing thick ropes of white deep inside you. Your fingers as well as his, still intertwined, are white-knuckled from how tightly you’re holding on.

But eventually, the high settles, simmering into quiet contentment, though your afterglow always manages to light up his world. He doesn’t get the chance to clean you up as he steps back, watching the cum drip from your hole, too full to contain it. You adjust your dress, close your legs, and stand up as if nothing’s changed.

He tucks his softening cock back into his boxers, fixing his clothes as well. But he avoids eye contact, not out of shame, but because he knows he needs to make a decision. Now.

You’re already walking towards the door, as usual not saying a word after the deed is done. But this time, he can’t just let you go. Not anymore.

“You forgot something.”

The sound of the drawer opening behind you makes you freeze, your hand on the door handle and your shoulders tense, something that’s never happened between you two. It’s strange.

Jungkook pulls a small object from his drawer, walking slowly around the table to stand just a few feet in front of you knowing he needs to end this, now and for all. His gaze is fixed on you, and it’s now or never.

When you finally turn around, your eyes are wide—scared, maybe even betrayed in a way he’s never seen before. But then your shoulders slump, and your expression softens. Tears well up again, but this time they’re accompanied by a smile—one so genuine and youthful, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen on your face.

Jungkook now on one knee, opens the small black box. The diamond ring inside catches the faint light, sparkling in a million hues as he asks the only question that’s ever felt like the right thing to do in his life. 

“Will you please marry me?”

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a/n 2: if you liked what you read, pls consider buying me a ☕️ ko-fi.com/runariya 💕

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

P29 | i cant ty9e clearly wheñ ím çrying

You waited beside Woojin's Jaguar with tears streaming down your face. Honestly, you've already cried over Yuno's shitty behaviour, you've cried over the witch hunt. When you came down to the lobby, you were stopped by Sungwoo just right after you got out of the elevator. The young security guard told you there were some weird people waiting outside the lobby doors, held back from entering the building by the other security guards.

The only thing you could feel by that time was exhaustion.

You wondered when this mess would end. When you had called Yuno to inform him of his stalkers outside the building, you were surprised to see that he was quick to go down and handle this, even though you're pretty sure your call woke him up from his sleep. In just 10 minutes he was already out of the building, yelling at his stalkers, and the clip of him cussing at them went viral in minutes tops.

The fight with Yangyang pushed you over the edge. Sungwoo could only offer you his mini tissue pack when he saw your tears swell, and you gladly took it. If he had personally comforted you, that would be crossing the line. You were a resident of New Axis and he was part of the staff—but you always felt like he was the kindest man you ever met, next to Geonwoo and Woojin, of course.

Even after the small crowd outside the building was gone after Yuno threatened to press charges against them—not on your behalf, but for his own self—you didn't dare to take a step outside the lobby doors. So when Geonwoo and Woojin offered to give you a ride, you were more than relieved.

Geonwoo and Woojin walked up to you, faces ethched in worry. Your heart sunk at the sight, but Geonwoo was quick to reach out to you with his arms, and pulled you in a bear hug.

"You sure you want to attend your classes today?" He asked softly, and you nodded against his chest.

"I have to. I have a presentation today and I can't just leave my assignment partner to present it alone." You smiled up at them both after you pulled away from the hug.

Woojin came up to you and wiped away your tears before ruffling your hair, bending down to meet your level.

"You'll get through this, Y/N. You're stronger than you look."

You nodded and he gave a firm pat on your cheek at that.

Geonwoo opened the back door for you, "Let's go."

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"Look at those raccoon eyes. If you cried any longer, they would be swollen shut." Woojin teased and Geonwoo was quick to slap his arm from the passenger seat.

They bickered for a moment, their silly antics bringing a smile to your face (this was on purpose, you were aware—they knew you always found their bickering hilarious). You adored the close relationship they shared, how strong it remained through all of the suffrage they were put through—then your thoughts went to Yangyang, and your smile quickly dropped, which was something both of them picked up on through the rearview mirror.

"Come on, kid. It's no use to be so down about this—shit happened already. Try to keep your spirits up, hm?" Geonwoo chided gently, head turned around to face you directly.

"No matter how much I dislike him, your brother came to your rescue rather quickly. He still cares about you, but his head is too far up his ass to openly express that." Woojin sighed, making a turn on the road.

"It's not Yuno I'm still so upset about. I—I just had a little fight with my friend, that's all." You spoke sheepishly, shame creeping into your heart at just how concerned they were over you.

If all you're going to do is make me worry over you everyday, I'd rather disown you right now. Do you hear me? You're no daughter of mine anymore.

Mom! Mom, please, they'll kill you if you're caught—

I'd rather die then! I'd rather die than to live so pathetically for the rest of my life, rather die than bear the shame, to worry over you everyday so much that I age quickly. If you want to live that way, fine! But don't expect me to do the same. Now let go of me—

"What did you fight about?" Woojin asked, taking a glance at you through the rearview mirror.

You explained the whole fight you had with Yangyang in the groupchat and both Geonwoo and Woojin's face harden over time. After you're done telling what had happened, the men remained quiet for a while. A kind of quiet that has you nervous, dread filling your empty stomach.

"Y/N, we said the same thing back then. Your friend has a point."

"Woojin, I know he has a point. But to speak about the things that happened to me back then, it's..." You felt your throat close just by mentioning it liberally.

The shame it brought. Working for those horrid men.

"I understand why it's hard for you, but your friends are people who care for you, kid. They probably feel like you don't really consider them as your friend when they notice you keep so many things from them."

Your own face hardened at his words. They made sense, and you suspected Yangyang only lashed out because he's...insecure on how much burden you've kept to yourself. He had considered you his close friend, you know everything about him, but he knew nothing about you.

"When I'm ready, I'm ready. I can't have people push me to tell them—"

"If you don't tell them, you'll lose them—and you do know I'm not just talking about your friends, right?"

You see Geonwoo putting his hands on Woojin's shoulder as the latter continued driving. You've known them too well to misinterpret Geonwoo's gesture as a warning to Woojin. He gripped on Woojin's shoulders to ease them. Woojin was so worried for you, he's getting angry at the situation and your inability to rectify it.

Will that worry then turn to a burden? Will that burden become too heavy to bear? Will they abandon you like your mother did to get rid of that heavy burden?

Despite what they actually think, Geonwoo and Woojin didn't know everything about your past. Not quite. There were two things they were unaware of. One of it is how they didn't truly know the specific reason why your mother abandoned you.

She abandoned you because she couldn't stand knowing that her daughter—the daughter she loved truly and deeply—will be bearing the sins of the man who's not even her father by blood. Her disowning you and abandoning you was the only way to keep herself sane.

You will always hate her for it.

The rest of the ride was silent, and they dropped you off without the usual fanfare. No 'goodbyes', no 'I love yous', no 'study wells'. As you watched them drive off, the only thing in your mind is echoes of how much you hate your mother. How much you hate how her words from that night was still stuck to you until now.

Mom, please...don't go. Please.

Let go of me. I already asked you to run away with me, but you refused. You would rather let those bastards turn you into their slave to pay off that stupid man's debt, and you're asking me to stay so I can watch you rot away? How dare you. How dare you, Y/N. How could you ask a mother to stay and witness how her choice ruined her own daughter's future?

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[talaok]

hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa

pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro

Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro

a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot

"what!?" 

you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"

"not even once?"

"nope"

"what do you do when you go to a bar?"

"I drink?" 

He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"

"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.

"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"

You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"

"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.

His broad figure towered over you completely.

"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"

"is that right?" you smiled

"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"

You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words. 

He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar" 

You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.

"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"

"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.

"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"

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With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.

You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.

But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.

He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.

"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.

"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.

"ok so first of all one of us has to break"

you frowned, confused "as in..."

"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"

"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.

"You wanna try to break?" he asked, 

"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.

"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.

"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"

"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.

You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over. 

"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"

"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled

"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.

His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.

Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip

“Try making a shot” he murmured again

“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.

You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.

The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.

You laughed softly “shit”

He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.

God, was he distracting.

"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"

That's easier said than done.

You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.

"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"

fuckshitfuck

As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.

But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.

He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"

he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.

"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"

"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"

He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.

He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked

"oh I'm ready" you teased.

He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.

"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"

He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"

"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.

"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.

You had to hold your breath.

"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned" 

"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.

"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"

"you're just saying that" you chuckled

"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"

You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"

His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.

"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me" 

"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"

He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.

You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.

Once again, your heart took a toll.

Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.

The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.

You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.

"go on angel, show me" he nodded

You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.

You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.

So what if I...

As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.

He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.

"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.

"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.

"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.

"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"

"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.

You were determined to break him. And you did.

You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.

His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you

"do what?" you asked naively

He chuckled softly

"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"

"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.

He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.

"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"

you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"

"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"

you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"

An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"

[sourlemonsprout]

just imagine Alphonse and Seth’s individual reactions to finding out Sugarboo snorts when they laugh. Like you know they’re holding back for a bit when Seth first started staying with them but then Al was like “hey y’know they’ve got a snort laugh right?” and Seth demands proof (he believes it he just wants to see it for himself)

Alphonse x Seth x Boo (gn!reader)

Thank you so much for all the love and requests!!

Word Count: 862

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The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow across the living room where you sat comfortably snuggled into your boyfriend's side in one of your wide chairs in the living room.

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping down here on the couch, Seth?" you asked. "If you need a break, you can always take the bed. Or I can look for a sleeping bag somewhere around here." You turned your head away, trying to remember if you even had a sleeping bag anymore.

"No, no, it's alright. I'm fine Sugar, really," he assured you.

"I truly appreciate you lettin' me crash here," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's no problem, really!" you assure him.

"I think he actually prefers camping to a warm bed. If you gave him a sleeping bag, you might have to go searching for him in the woods." Al said, drawing a light giggle from you, to which you brought a fist up to cover your lips.

"You laugh but it's true!" Seth nodded.

"To each their own I suppose, I'd gladly take a cozy bed any day over a tarp and sleeping bag." Al shrugged.

"Speaking of cozy, I'm gonna go change into some comfier clothes," you pat Al's leg before hopping up. Seth's gaze follows your figure as you hop up the stairs and disappear out of sight.

"You good?" Al asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, oh, yeah." Seth shook his head slightly, a little flustered that he'd been caught staring.

"Uh huh, your face was lookin' a little pink there for a second." Al pried.

"Well, ya' know, they've got a nice laugh," he admitted quietly.

"It's uh, been a while since I heard a laugh like that," he said with his mouth drawn in a faint smile, the edges of his deep brown eyes grew soft.

"Oh yeayea," Al nodded.

The boys sat in comfortable silence, taking in the moment and appreciating the calmness around them. It had been a long time since they had felt so at ease in each other's presence. There wasn't the slightest hint of tension, regret, or anger between them. They had finally found a moment of respite, and it was all thanks to the sunshine that you had brought into their lives.

"You know they snort when they laugh hard enough?" Alphonse broke the silence. Seth spun his head to face Al, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with disbelief.

"Really?"

"Mmm, it's true." Al nodded. A flicker of light danced across his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "I remember bein' a little shocked the first time I heard it. But I gotta admit, everything's just so much funnier with a laugh like that," he recounted, a warm smile spreading across his face. The more Seth thought about it, he could totally picture you snorting while you laughed, and oh he longed to hear it.

"Well, I just have to believe it when I hear it for myself," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I know they've been hiding it, but I'll see if I can break them," Alphonse said with a smirk.

It wasn't long before you entered the living room, wrapped in fresh pajamas and holding a blanket, there was a spring in your step as you walked.

"Here, I brought down this extra blanket for you," you said, chucking the soft grey blanket that you were holding onto his lap before collapsing on a chair.

"It's startin' to feel like a slumber party up in here," Al said, bumping his hands up with a silent 'whoop-whoop'.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" you ask, eyes angling for the remote before the boys were nodding their heads.

"Alriiiight!" you say with a huff as you slap both needs and bend forward to get up.

"Jesus, you stand up like a Midwestern dad," Al laughs as he mimics your actions dramatically, leaving you two giggling at one another like children. As Alphonse continues to mock you for 'being an old man', your giggles turn into full-blown laughs until a small snort escapes your mouth, which has you doubling over, grabbing onto Al's arm for support as you cover your mouth with your other hand. Just as Seth thought he couldn't adore you anymore, you reveal a laugh like that. He loved how your face glowed with euphoria as you clutched at your sides, trying to regain oxygen in your lungs. Your infectious laughter filled the room, causing Seth to chuckle, unable to resist the joyful atmosphere that surrounded them. The more you snort, the harder y'all laugh.

Once you were able to breathe properly and stand upright, you gave Al a little kiss on the side of his cheek and snatched the TV remote off the coffee table.

"Alright you two, what're we watchin'?" Seth asked, still unable to wipe the grin off his face.

"Nothin' scary, I'm lookin' at you Boo," Al opined, shooting you a side-eye.

"Maybe a comedy?" Seth suggested. The corner of your mouth curled into a smile as you squinted at him.

"You're just trying to get me to snort again, aren't you?" you chirp.

"…maybe"

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The End <3

[star-suh]

Can you please write another Lucas x male reader smut please? College AU with a size kink and sweat kink and the male reader becomes a dominant sub for a while and is bratty and bitchy which Lucas likes it when his bitch boys get all feisty

not a birthday cake

wong yukhei x male reader

cw: college au, size kink, sweat kink, dom reader for a moment, kinda brat reader, hair pulling (lucas receiving), slapping, blowjob, rimjob, face sitting, nipple play, degrading.

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"he's so fucking hot" thought lucas, who was watching y/n doing some stretching in the sports class, he was staring directly at his ass "that's a whole damn bakery" he went to y/n's side, bend over (lucas is 6'0 and y/n is smaller) and whispered to him "that's a lot of cake and it's not my birthday yet" y/n laughed and replied "oh really? thanks haha. this cake it's not for birthdays tho" he looked at lucas disgusted and went to the other side of the field.

the days passed and lucas was trying to convince y/n to let him use his pretty ass but he always denied. "you really like playing hard" said lucas, "maybe" replied y/n who was ready to leave but then lucas yelled at him something that made him stop "jokes on you, i like that shit" y/n kept walking so lucas wouldn’t see him blushing. deep down y/n wanted to feel lucas inside him since that day when he saw lucas wearing shorts and his bulge was notorious, he wasn't wearing underwear, it looked so big and fat that it made y/n drool at that moment. but he likes playing hard to get so here we are.

some days later the class was taking a vacational trip for a week and y/n has to share the dorm with lucas. "i'm hungry, can you give me some of that?" lucas signaled y/n's ass, "you won't be able to handle it, just give up" mocked y/n. "are you challenging me?" lucas stood up from his bed, "'cause i'd take the challenge gladly" he said coming closer to y/n who decided to rail him up more "nah, i don't think so. bet you won't be able to make me see stars" y/n ghosted his lips on lucas'. "bet" said the taller who went to lock the door.

y/n was riding lucas' face "if you wanted my cake that bad make sure to eat it good" he says sitting hard on lucas' face to make sure his tongue goes deep into his hole, the taller was just laughing seeing the bottom's attempt to dom him. when his hole was sloppy and agape y/n went to down to suck lucas' cock the manly musk of it making him feel dizzy wanting to taste from balls to head tracing every vein with his tongue. y/n sucked lucas for some minutes, leaving the cock wet to use it as a lub. he guided the tip to his hole and sunk in it little by little but then lucas just thrusted to put it all in at once making y/n shiver for the sudden stretch, "what happened mr. dom i thought i was the one who couldn't handle it".

y/n slapped lucas who licked his lips "shut the fuck up and suck them" he pulled lucas by his hair and guide his mouth to his nipples, lucas just sucked them and bite them without losing the pace of his thrust.

some time passed and lucas was fucking y/n against the wall, making sure to reach y/n's sweet spot with his tip all while y/n was licking the sweat off of the taller's neck "you're so fucking big in both size and height" exclaimed y/n tracing the bulging veins on lucas' arms with his fingers "destroy my hole lucas please" begged the small guy. lucas just laughed "look at you, acting like a slut now when you were so feisty and hard to get before. what. happened. to. the. original. plot." he says the last phrase with a hard thrust between each word. he grabs y/n's jaw so they can make eye contact "be glad i like my bitch boys like that or else i would've punished you already" y/n just nodded sticking his tongue out so lucas can suck it. 

lucas put y/n on the bed, face down and ass up and kept fucking him, making sure that y/n not only saw stars but the entire universe. he then puts one of his foot on y/n's head to fuck him more hard. he then just pull out his cock and watch y/n's whole clenching at nothing and spit inside of it to immediately put his dick back in and repeat everything from the beginning, skipping the spitting part this time. y/n started to jerk off feeling that familiar sensation in his stomach and came right at the spot when one of lucas' thrusts reached his sweet spot. when he was ready to cum, lucas lifts y/n up and makes him lean against his chest and whispers "ready to get that cake frosted with my cream whore?" with every thrust he does he slaps y/n's ass cheeks leaving them tinted in bright red and y/n just moaned like an impatient bitch waiting to get filled. finally he came and it was a lot, cum spilling out of y/n's hole and dripping down lucas' dick.

y/n fell down to the bed tired, "next time be careful when you challenge me. i never lose" said lucas licking y/n's ear and slapping his red ass "want me to put more baby batter inside you or want me to take out what you have inside already?" asked the older, seeing that y/n didn't answered he went to see him and see that he was sleeping already. man just laughed and thought "this vacational trip isn't bad after all" he grabbed wet wipes, cleaned y/n and left the bedroom to go find something to eat.

[bobbydagen24]

another thing that'd be great about a Third Tv show is that it means we'd be more likely to see some comedic suffering of Bro zone lol.

given the tv shows go all out on that kinda thing we could see that episode of Bro zone bending over backwards to compete with Kismet for Branch's affection and Humiliating themselves.

and we could see stuff like all of Bro zone planning a surprise party for Branch in his Bunker and when he arrives back from somewhere they wait in a dark room to jump out and surprise him only for him to go full on attack mode.

and kick all their arses only to turn the lights on and see all his brothers scattered across the room beaten up and the whole place trashed with him only then realising it was a surprise party for him and feeling awkward 😂😂😂😂

meanwhile the Bros are straight up bruised and battered and kinda afraid of their baby bro now lol.

plus I like to imagine Branch would just casually bring up what the Bros did out of nowhere on Random occasions for the pettiest of reasons like if they were in a snowball fight and one of them was about to throw at him.

he'd out of nowhere bring up how he's having such a good time and he's glad they are finally back since he always used to miss out on snowball fights when he was younger cause he had no one to play with him.

making his bros feel bad and awkwardly stopping them in their tracks only for Branch to take the chance to hit them with a load of snow clearly showing he only said it as a cheap diversion tactic 😭😭

plus maybe after babysitting Bruce's kids and struggling to bond at first they end up getting there in the end and Branch and the kids bond over pranking and annoying Bruce much to his Horror lol.

anyway yeah we gotta hope for a Third Tv show as the comedic suffering potential of Bro zone is endless and I'd gladly watch a show just centered around them being tortured for laughs and Branch getting his own back in many Different ways 😂😂😂😂

[sinfulstarskitten]

BP House 2.1

Jennie bites her lip at that. "Good. Since your poor dick is aching for some attention right now, I'll allow you to relieve it. Which one of you want our Y/n's big juicy cock?"

Jennie unzips your jeans and pulls them down without warning, showcasing your huge dick forming a tent in your boxers. The tip is already wet with your precum and you turn red in embarrassment. Rose moans at the sight. "I want to feel his cock between my boobs Unnie! I want him to see them bounce and cum all over them so I could lick them up!"

Lisa shakes her head. "I'd take him in my mouth. I'm already so hot and bothered imagining his hot warm dick filling up my mouth. I'm good at sucking, I'd give him a great time. I'm sure I can take all of it in my mouth. I won't flinch when his hot ropes of cum fill my mouth, I'll swallow all of it."

You moan at her words, but Jisoo has something to say- no, show you.

Jennie turns in your lap to give you a good view of Jisoo as the girl slowly slips off her silk nightgown. Your eyes follow the fabric as it falls off her juicy round breasts, covered in hickeys, her lean flat stomach and finally down her bare pussy. You gasp as Jisoo giggles and falls back on the sofa.

"Lisa darling, would you show Y/n what he'd be missing out on if he refuses me?"

The younger girl licks her lips. "Gladly Unnie."

Lisa slowly pries Jisoo's legs open, revealing her pink juicy pussy, dripping wet with her juices. Jisoo is very flexible, as her legs completely split apart.

"See that, Y/n." The older woman purrs. "My pussy is clenching

around nothing right now. It's all tight and wet and ready for you-" Lisa couldn't help herself at Jisoo's words and bent down abruptly to catch her unnie's breast in her mouth. You watched in wonder as the younger girl climbed onto Jisoo's lap, sucking her nipple as Jisoo broke out into moans.

"Me…" Rose whined. "I want attention too-"

Jisoo grabbed Rose by the arm and pulled her down the couch. "Lick my pussy like the good little bitch you are."

Your mouth goes dry as Rose obeys, pink little tongue lapping up Jisoo's juices and swirling around her clit.

Jennie pouts at you, brushing long strands of your hair back. "My poor baby boy. My girls forgot about you and started playing with themselves. Guess Mommy has to take care of you today."

Jennie pulls down your boxers, allowing your big cock to spring up. Your tip was soaked in pre cum, begging for attention.

"Would you like Mommy to jerk you off while you watch my pretty little girls?"

You nod vigourously, desperate for Jennie's hands on you. You take in the lewd sights in front of you. Jisoo had her head thrown back on the couch, letting out the loudest moans as Lisa played with her breasts and Rose sucked her pussy. Jennie's thumb rubbed your tip and you forgot about the girls instantly.

Jennie grins at your reaction, her hands stroking you in languid strokes. You groan as she starts pumping you, faster and faster. you buck your hips into her hand but she pushes you down immediately.

"Sit still." She commands. "That's an order."

You're so fucking turned on that you could feel yourself getting closer to your high.

"I think- I think I'm close." You say breathlessly and Jennie giggles.

"With only my hand? Oh baby imagine how you'd take my pussy like this. Such a good boy." She bends down to kiss your lips. "Mommy likes you very much. I'll go easy on you this time, I'll let you come. Come in my hand like the manwhore you are. Our little fuck toy."

You go fucking mad at her words, and before you know it, you're shooting ropes of cum into Jennies eager hands. Suddenly you feel lips on your dick and your eyes fly wide open. Jennie is still looking down on you, so its not her. You look down at your dick to find Rose on her hands and knees, cheekily lapping up your cum.

"I've never tasted it." She smiles shyly, looking up at you with pretty brown eyes. "It's so thick and warm. Is it okay Unnie? Was I being a bad girl?"

Jennie licks her hands. "It's okay baby. Be sure to ask next time okay?" Jennie turns to you. "Look at my greedy little bitch, she just tasted Jisoo and she already wants a taste of you."

You felt your dick hardening at Rose's licks, and Jennie did too. Frowning, she stopped Rose by grabbing her hair.

"You can play with him tomorrow, we all can. Go to bed now."

Rosie whines. "But Unnie, I'm so horny."

Jennie smiles, leaning down to whisper something in Rose's ears. You watch as the blonde whimpers, clenching her thighs together. "Oh please do Unnie, I'll be waiting."

Jennie pulls back, grinning wickedly. "That's my baby. Now be a good girl, kiss Y/n goodbye and head up to your room."

Jennie kisses your lips, as if to show Rose what to do. But the mischievous girl leaves a sloppy kiss on the tip of your dick instead, causing it to twitch. She giggles and rushes up to her room.

"Cheeky little brat." Jennie chuckles. "She usually listens like a good little bitch but she's rebellious know that you're here. I'll have to teach her a lesson tonight." She licks her lips.

Jennie kisses you again and you melt back on the couch, enjoying the taste of her lips. She pulls your boxers back up.

"Get cleaned up baby, and go to your room. Rest up tonight and think about what you want to do tomorrow. The girls will be waiting."

You watch as Jennie gets off your lap and walks towards the room Rose disappeared into. You could swear she was shaking her ass a bit more just for you. You wished you could have gotten your hands on them while she violated you tonight.

You look a Jisoo and Lisa on the couch, and shudder at the obscene sight. Jisoo had her eyes closed, breasts glistening with saliva and painted with new fresh hickeys. Down between her legs, evidence of her orgasm dripped from her thighs. Lisa looking tired, was lapping it up to clean her.

"Your dick was huge oppa." Lisa murmured against Jisoo's thighs. "I want to try it next."

Jisoo whined in her sleep. Lisa chuckled.

"Maybe he can take more than one tomorrow Unnie, don't worry."

"Good night girls." You gulped. You stood up, pulled your pants back down and headed to the room that was supposed to be yours. You passed Rose's room, freezing for a moment as you heard loud slaps and screaming moans from the room. You were tempted to take a look, but you forced yourself to walk to your room.

Once you were in, you took the coldest shower you possibly could, but that didn't work. You had to jerk yourself off in the shower, thinking or Rose's soft small breasts, Lisa's plump lips, Jennie's ass and Jisoo's dripping cunt. You came quickly, hoping that would keep you sane for the night.

But as you climbed into bed naked and drifted off, you knew your dreams would have your cock hard in no time.

[sophswritingthings]

To the anon with the ask who made Mizu a motorcyclist… PLEASE INDULGE MORE 😍😍😍😍

pairing: modern au!motorcyclist!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): light swearing

a/n: she's so HOT I will gladly write more!!!

word count: 470 words / 2,579 characters

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you were walking past a shop. a motorcycle shop and repair, consequently.

that's when a certain pair of mysterious blue eyes caught your eye.

the woman who had absolutely barreled you over, last time. gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair, and a red and black motorcycle that was so distinctive you could notice it anywhere.

and she looked to have noticed you, too.

"its you again," she says with that raspy voice, flashing you a small smile. she's covered in ash and what seems to be oil, and she had glasses sat on her head.

"um.. yes, it is," you chuckle, blushing a little.

"how are you doing?" is the first question she asks, turning her attention slightly back to the motorcycle at hand.

"im okay," you murmur, walking closer to her. whatever she was doing was quite interesting, "everything's healed up properly."

"well--good," she slides under the motorcycle without a word.

you watch with interest, "um.. what are you doing?"

"hit something a little too hard. probably or rock, or some shit," she hissed. you could see that her legs were a bit torn up, under her torn jeans.

".. you okay, then?" you whisper.

you sort of wanted to return her earlier favor.

"I'll be fine, probably just a couple scars." she responded, rather calmly for someone who could have easily died in some accident.

"I could.. clean you up. return your favor," you place down your bag, as she slides out from under the bike.

under her soot covered face, you can see the faintest hint of blush.

".. if you'd like, I suppose it isn't a problem," she looks hesitant to tell you where the bandages were. to let you touch her.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." you chuckle, going to where she has directed you. "I'll be gentle."

she scoffs, "its--its not--" she stammers, "I know that."

you bend down to the floor, first wiping her face and arms of all soot and ash. you see the cuts and scars along her arms, frowning a little. how often did she get injured?

you ignore it, though, not wanting to press her with questions. you just clean her wounds, wrapping bandages over them.

"hey, did you--" she pauses, watching your head snap up to look her in those blue eyes. "--maybe.. wanna go and get coffee? lunch, even, I--"

you cut her off, smiling, "I'd like to."

her eyes widen, "wait, I--really?" she seems surprised that you would even consider it.

you chuckle, "yeah.. is that so weird?"

"no, it isn't," she sighs. "I haven't been on a date in awhile, so im sorry if im shit at this."

you blush a little, giggling, "I probably am shitty at it, too, so don't worry too much."

she laughs, "good. than we can be shit at it, together."

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[meinewellemeinstrand]

Please tell me the most unholy thoughts you've had about Richard, please also include photo references if possible :)

I've been thinking about this ask since I first saw it, I absolutely loved writing this! Thank you so much <3

So of course when it comes to this man I rarely have normal thoughts, but these may be some of my most unholy ones. Before reading this, please remember you asked for it!

1. Have him use me as his footrest

While I honestly wouldn't have him on anyone actually step on me because it would hurt, I still have a huge thing for knee-high boots. And on those legs they look particularly good. So I would gladly get on all fours and let him (possibly while wearing only boots) put up his feet on my back.

2. Breastfeeding

Just how much man could make a woman wish she could be breastfed by him? He is a lot. And my love for his titties is no secret, so I'd love to curl up in his lap and show them some proper love.

3. Bending him over the kitchen table and fucking him

Pretty self explanatory. I chose the kitchen because it feels practical. Unfortunately there is no visual evidence of Richard being bent over any surface but I think this gif will do. Or you could just look at any picture of him honestly.

4. Riding his belly

I'm not kidding when I talk about it. I would gladly straddle his lap and start riding his beautiful belly in a way that rubs against my clit, and everything there is bouncing and jiggling. I don't think any penis should even be involved, and it's not the focus here anyway. Look how good his belly looks when he's sitting and it's contained by a tight vest, imagine how even better it would look free of restrictions.

And I can just imagine him being there like this while I do my thing.

5. Making out with his belly button

Sounds kinda gross but I'd love to do it. His navel is the perfect shape and also seems to be the perfect depth for a making out session. Also the skin around it looks so soft and smooth and my grabby hands would have access to many things in the area.

6. Burying my face between his thighs and making him squeeze them

I could die of asphyxiation, but I'll take the risk. I could avoid it by making him loosen the grip from time to time so I could give a lot of kisses (and little soft bites if he allows it) on those beautiful thicc thighs.

7. Eating his armpits out

Another thing that sounds kinda gross. Mind you I don't enjoy armpits on everyone, but his are *chef's kiss*. Smooth, soft and thicc like the rest of him. Maybe smelly too, but I'll take it. Sweaty for sure but hey, a girl needs to get her mineral salts intake from somewhere.

8. Tying him to the bed only to kiss and worship him all over

This is unholy only because of the tying, but honestly I'd do it only so he couldn't protest and stop me from worshipping his beautiful gorgeous body. I don't want to do anything else with him tied, just showering him with love and appreciation. He's perfect and he needs to know it.

Thank you for reading my essay on how this man makes me absolutely feral. Still, I won't shut up about it in the future.

[twice-inamillion]

Dahyun’s Mistake

Smut

Part of TIS (59-61 )

1237 Words

(Dahyun is not done with you. She wants to pick up from where you both left off. Hope she’s ready to take in a full load.)

* Decided to put some of these chapters together to make easier to read. My parts are on the top and @coldfanbou ‘s comments are on the bottom. Easier to read both to understand. Hopefully this is easier to read.

Chapter 59:

They leave after a couple of hours, and you tell Jihyo what happened. She is sorry that she forgot to tell you about it. Weeks go by, and things are busy around the house, and you are getting overwhelmed by work and home. JYP has you working to the bone, and you go home and try to help out. Jihyo notices that you might need some time off and decides to visit her parents for the week during their yearly family gathering. Mina takes this opportunity to ask you to spend more time with her than usual. But she also wants to take this opportunity to visit her family in Japan before she is no longer about to travel anymore. Sana offers her help to take her, and JYP provides them with a private plane and keep it off the record. You are stuck at home and have to take this opportunity to move things around the house as Jihyo asked you to. It is only you and Dahyun and she offers to help you paint and move things around. You gladly accept and start to work. As she is helping you clean the kitchen, you notice that she is not wearing a bra or panties as she bends over or reaches for things. You try not to take notice of it but can't seem to get your eyes off her. You can see her small boobs jiggle thru her shirt and her puffy pussy as she is wearing her cut shorts when she bends down. You try not to stare but can't remember the last time you have fucked someone that hasn’t had a big belly. You really want to taste some pussy that’s not pregnant. You look down, and you have a massive boner. Your body seems to enjoy the view. She notices you looking and tries to give you a better look each time. This is making your cock full of excitement. She tells you that she feels hot and sweaty and is going to shower. She goes into the shower but leaves the door open. After a couple of minutes, you take the hint and follow after her to join her willingly.

“In joining Dahyun in the shower, I make note that I won't carry her or get into any position where she can keep me inside of her. I plan to pull out before I cum that way I run less of a risk in getting her pregnant too.”

Chapter 60:

You join her in the shower and have a make-out session. You try to make a mental note not to cum inside of her. When you ask her if she’s ready for you to put it in, she looks at you and tells you that she doesn’t want you to go inside. She wants you to eat her out. You do, and her taste is excellent, and after a couple of minutes, you make her cum. She then goes down on you and puts your cock in her mouth, and offers you a blow cum. You try to cum inside her mouth, but she wants you to cum in her face instead. This kind of play continues throughout the week. She would walk out in skimpy pj's or semi, see-through shirts and shorts, and has no underwear. She offers you a great view of her body, and it would make you hard. There was this one moment when you tried to catch a nap on the couch, and Dahyun gets on top of your legs and starts to dry fuck herself on one of your legs. You could see her panties becoming wet. After a few minutes, she would cum and just leave like nothing. This would go on multiple times where she would use you as a fuck toy and not finish you off.

“While this would definitely be frustrating, it's probably for the best. I'll just have hold it all together, in the meantime I'd call Mina and Jihyo to see how they're doing on their trips. Trying to distract myself and also see Jisoo through the calls with Jihyo.”

Chapter 61:

This frustrates you because you know she’s just using you. But you try not to think about it too much and decide to call both Mina and Jihyo to see how they are doing. Mina says she is doing great and is having fun with her family and that her parents are happy with her development. They want to visit when the birthing comes. She tells you that she will extend her trip for a couple more days because of the incoming storm that will be hitting Japan soon. You then video call Jihyo, ask how Jisoo is doing, and see her being held by grandma. She misses being home with her parents and would like to stay a couple more days. You agree and tell her to take as much time to come back. You hang up and go back to finish some assignments that JYP asked you to submit. Tired from work, you fall asleep and wake up to the smell of meat cooking. You walk towards the kitchen and see Dahyun finishing cooking meat and making some side dishes wearing nothing but an apron. She is basically nude and makes your cock go hard. You walk up to Dahyun and ask her what she is doing, but she ignores you. You are angry and slap her ass, making it jiggle. You are amazed at how soft her ass is and slap it again. This causes her to moan from the pain. She then drops something on the floor and bends over. At this point, you can completely see every part of her ass and her creamy white pussy. Making you extra hard, and you pull down your pants and bend to rub your cock against her butt cheeks.Asking you what you are doing and telling her that it's now your turn to be the fuck toy. She mocks you and tells you that you’re just weak/pathetic for not holding out. This is the last straw from all the times she has used you this week. You are filled with anger and you instead just impale her pussy with your cock. She begins to call you names, and you just continue to fuck her harder without any care. At some point, you are just ramming her without even thinking, and you can hear her moan. This is a pleasure to your ears, and you keep on going faster. Before you know, you're about to cum and you don’t pull out. Instead, you dig in deeper and ask her if this is what she wanted. She yells “yes” as she is holding onto the countertop since you are being rough. Going as deep as you can you cum inside her and blow the largest load you had. You see her satisfied face and she sees yours. Both of you keep on having raw, angry sex until the day before Jihyo came back home. You do your best to clean the house and get the smell of sex before she arrives.

“I get Sana alone later to talk about that. Telling g her I was going to go crazy with what she was doing. I won't make any more excuses though and take responsibility for what I did. I'll also tell Jihyo and Mina after.”

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[daydreamkreator]

yesss more headcannons those are so fun. I've actually never heard of a brattydom before, what does that usually mean? sorry if it's a dumb question lmao

Aaah sorry for the late reply! I'm glad you asked:) it's not a dumb question at all! Learning isn't a bad thing. (I don't promise creampie writing- this is for fun! Enjoy.) Minors dni!

Basically a bratty dom is .. a bratty dom. Taking the dominant role in the act while teasing, making you beg for it, etc! Almost like a bratty sub but like ive said- taking the dominant role whilst having sex, but one sudden switch and you overpower them, their ego is high till you make a move. Mfs who also sometimes test your patience, pulling out last seconds before orgasm, just overall acting like a brat.

Hope you understood;)

As for the (casual) headcannons:

-In the previous post mentioned, Adam would gladly act both roles, but I'd see him more or a dom.

-His size is average, but would stretch you out till you're seeing stars.

-He's LOUD- Like moaning, whimpering like a dog in heat, definitely got complaints from the neighbors. Doesn't matter if you're above or under him, he's very vocal and full on whinnying.

-If you're a ropebunny* he would definitely tie you to the bed or just your wrists above your head.

-But careful, if the role switched he would be uncomfortable due to his trauma being locked up in the bathroom and the mood would get ruined.

-Aftercare is necessary, give him some love plz- If yall are too tired, just cuddling together is enough.

-I see him more as a giving>receiving type. He would def devour you in a sec. Also, sloppy kisses, long make outs and tongue wrestling is a must. So is leaving hickeys, mark, love bites.

(Ropebunny : Used for someone who loves being tied up, doesn't matter with what.)

Sub hcs:

-Please ride this man, he loves it. Looking up at you with glossy and red eyes along with teary cheeks as he holds into your waist (or hips) like his life depends on it.

-Make him edge and he would full on cum at the sight of your naked body. Hes also very sensitive. One kitten lick on the tip and hes leaking pre-cum.

-He would never admit it, but loves being pampered and spoiled till the fact he forgets guilt. Caress him, run your fingers through his hair, take a bath with him, he loves it. Trust me.

-Tongue kiss while dry humping>>>

-Oh and, grind so that it only feels good for you, he would BEG you to continue using him.

Dom hcs:

-If he's feeling energetic, like full on getting to the point he would just make you bend over (doesn't matter in the bed or over the kitchen counter, your legs WILL be jelly for the next couple of days.)

-He LOVES seeing your pretty eyes roll back into your skull, gets him closer to orgasm.

-Beg, submit and he's over the moon.

-Once his friend Scott asked the marks (hickeys) on your neck and that mf just smirked (😼 <- like this).

-Whispers comments into your ear, making you whine and whimper whilst he's still abusing your soaked hole.

-Wouldn't do quickies, yall need to have LONG sex till hes fully satisfied.

-Tighten around him, he loves that shit, along with milking him too.

-Isn't a chest, boob, or ass guy, suffocate his head between your THIGHS and he makes you come on his tongue for HOURS.

-He's a fucking tease, will act like he didn't heard you ("What's that?" "Louder. And i might consider it." "You're sooo fucking tight... you wanted this, huh? Slut.")

Thanks for reading! Hope it satisfied your cravings.

[blackbirdffxiv]

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[beneficialfondue]

Untitled Sokka/Zuko Poem inspired by OhMyFreddy's fanfic Heart's A Thousand Colors

I just wanna kiss you

I don't wanna miss you

But in the end my thoughts always

Twist back to you

And I don't know where we're going

And I'm scared of not knowing

What dangers lie around the every bend

But I know that I'd crash and burn for you

Because it would all be worth it in the end

And you know that I would die for you

And in my arms you can always rest your weary head

Robed in fire that I burn to touch

Eyes like the ocean but still seem to scorch

I've never been afraid of losing good things but

I'm petrified of losing you so much

And I don't know where I'm taking us

But I'll be damn if I lose your love

So I'll hold you tight as we round every bend

Because I would burn the world for you

Even if it isn't worth it in the end

And you know that I would die for you

And in my arms you can always rest your weary head

Once you were my enemy

But now I know your love

And before it was anger boiling in my vains

But now it's desire when I meet your gaze

The world may not understand us

They can laugh, and scorn, and hate

But life is better together

In this bed that we have made

So if we have to fight them all

I'll gladly do so at your behest

And once the fighting's over

In your arms I'll rest my weary head

(Color Blind Version)

[prpfz]

🪣🧼 Hii. Im an 18+ trans man looking to do some m/m agegap, pet play, or master/slave dynamics (would also love a combination of these all!!) The OC I'll be using is older (mid-40s to earlier 50s), and I'd like to pair him with someone younger (20-30). Dead dove topics would most likely be included, but please let me know how comfortable you are with those type of things.

The plot:

To any onlookers, muse a is in charge of everything, dominant in all ways. He demands respect and will receive it, rarely bending to someone else's wishes. Muse B works closely under A as an assistant. People in office joke about the duo, assuming that A is a cruel boss. However, behind closed doors, things are completely switched. Muse A will gladly kneel and roll over at Muse B's comment. Muse A lives to serve B, his entire life being devoted to them.

This can be altered, of course, to fit your OC! I really want to play around with the dynamic and secrecy of the relationship.

Smut and NSFW would definitely be included, please have an OC that's a switch. I'm open to MOST things, but I draw the line at vomit and noncon.

leave a like, and I'll get back to you ASAP <3

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