#it still drives me wild tho

[flowersheep]

It's still wild to me that Alhaitham invited kaveh to live with him. Like you're telling ME that ALHAITHAM, a man notorious for being antisocial and loves his space and is on the dot with shit, invited KAVEH, who he both had a really bad falling out with, to LIVE WITH HIM??? Not to mention that he is staying there for an undetermined amount of time.

I can't wrap my head around it. Like, I NEED TO KNOW HIS THOUGHT PROCESS. I NEED TO SHAKE HIM SO BAD. WHY? WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM IN???? ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH HIM????

“Alhaitham hates kaveh”

Look me in the face and tell me that man is not DOWN BAD obsessed with his little blonde roommate

Oh wait you can’t!

[daily-whistlepaw]

You must be so freaking pumped rn. The writers are considering making Whistlepaw a POV!!!

I am away from Tumblr for ONE NIGHT, one night where I'm going to a play with some friends and they post it THEN.

My god this is terrible for my heart, they are going to kill me eventually with this. Yes I Am Hyped.

Also, @vulturequills' drawing of my design of Whis is in this article. They Know About Me Lol.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Here's your reminder to post an update!

Okay I'm finally alive enough and have the time to get into it lmao under the cut just bc it's not particularly exciting and I'm briefly summarizing

So I went to my ranch hand job yesterday bc there was literally nobody else working, was kinda overwhelmed bc there were way more visitors than I was expecting and I was trying to stay the hell away from other people, but I was getting through it. But then I saw the creep ass coworker pull up so I locked myself in the barn before he could see me and sent out a desperate sos to literally all of my other coworkers bc I panicked lmao. So two of the guys from my fire station and my medic partner ended up coming to rescue me, and another one of them called me while I was there alone, so we love to see that. So they all stuck around and helped out until that creepy mfer left, then we all got food and hung out outside, I got made fun of for like ninety minutes straight for being diseased 😔

One of them left once we decided to change locations, we went to some park nearby to loiter, hung out there for a couple hours on the swings bc we're children, another one of the guys left so then it was just me and my partner. I got talked into hanging out in the car with him for a bit bc it was cold as hell outside and I ended up falling asleep?? Like girl help 😭 but when I woke up we went to get drinks and snacks so that was cool. Got my car and went home a while after that tho bc I was tired and dying lmao. Not really anything interesting but it felt like so much and I was being a gross wreck the whole time lmao

[solradguy]

currently in mourning because i won't be able to fix my car in time for Sonic Temple even though their line up is Great this year with acts like Rob Zombie and (rare in the states) Band Maid. did you think about going this year since you're in the state?

Oh man Tool and Miss May I too... I actually didn't even know about this festival until this ask ahaha Somehow!! There's no way I'll be able to get down to Columbus for it though, unfortunately, but it looks like a lot of fun

[uwooyoungs]

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[raeathnos]

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[dabidagoose]

Love the chicory wielder trials. We got the fun island one where you get to paint your self portrait at the end. Then there's the cool mountain one where you get to sing a nice song at the end of it. Then you go to a canyon where you unpack the abusive relationship your mentor had with the previous wielder, and you finally have to see that wielder spiral into a mixture of guilt and anger as she realizes what her mentee has become. All nice and fun!

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Inexperienced!Ino who becomes a nervous wreck when the topic of sex comes up. He didn’t want to rush anything, but the poor guy had needs and you weren’t helping with how pretty Takuma thought you were and how needy and desperate he was for you.

Feeling his boner against you every time you both sloppily made out on his bed, your tongues intertwining with each other, both of you fighting for dominance. Exchanging saliva that almost dares to drip down Takuma’s lips. His arms wrapped around your body, engulfing you almost as if you were going to leave. His hands grazed over your body, squeezing your skin making sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Takuma, we should do more. I want to touch you baby,” the sweet whispers leave your lips and enter his ears as you press wet kisses to it. Takuma closes his eyes shut tightly; knowing that if he looked at your beautiful pleading eyes, he would give in. He takes a moment to compose himself but you are set on a goal, placing your hand on his thighs, giving him a firm squeeze as you move further and further up. Laying your head on his thigh you try to convince him again. “I could make you feel so good baby,” a small smirk appears on your lips.

Takuma opens his eyes and looks down at you, lost in his thoughts. Thinking about all the damn things you could do. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He gives you a little nod and you quickly move down face-to-face with his erection. “May I?” you ask tugging on his pants. “Yeaah…” He gives you another quick nod as his body relaxes and he spreads his legs wider. You pull down his pants quickly, noticing he wasn’t wearing boxers. His hard cock springs free, already oozing with pre-cum. You knew he was bigger than average but the nice happy trail that led down to his thick cock already twitching with anticipation paired with a slight curve left you craving for more.

“Such a pretty cock, Takuma” you coo, peppering small kisses on his v-line. His eyes widen, quickly blushing at your unexpected words. He uses a hand to cover the embarrassment on his face. “Don’t cover your face baby,” you sing softly, as you remove his hand. You lean your cheek against his thigh once again and look up at him, your eyes meeting his eyes. “Want me to use my hands or my mouth…”

“Mouth… please,” he lets outs a soft, needy whimper as he bucks his hips up a little to get closer to your lips. You giggle at the sight of your needy boyfriend. An “okay, baby” is all you say before you give a quick kiss to his tip, earning another whimper from Takuma. You quickly lick from the base to the tip of his cock.

A proper moan finally leaves his lips as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, His whole body shudders with immense pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily as you suck him off properly. Hollowing your cheeks as you try to take his impressive length all in your mouth. His moans grow louder and desperate as you take him deeper into your mouth. The sensation driving him wild. He tosses his head back, breathing heavily, hands fisting the sheets as he fights the overwhelming urge to thrust up.

“Fuck… oh fuck, just like that,” He was so close. His breath hitches as he finally meets your gaze. Each stroke and suck sends jolts of pleasure throughout his toned body. He feels his it approaching, the tension in his stomach coiling tight inside him because of how good you made him feel.

“Oh fuck…” is the only warning you get from Takuma before he comes undone. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum coats your tounge and throat as you drink him in entirely, milking him for everything he's worth. His throbbing cock still twitching in your mouth.

“Did you swallow it? You didn’t have too” An expression of worry takes over Takuma's face as his hands come up to your cheeks, moving the hair in your face out of the way. You giggle as you wipe his cum off your chin with your finger. “You taste so good tho…”

“Did you like it?” you say as you straddle him. Takuma quickly nods, placing his large hands to rest on your hips, big brown eyes looking up at you, admiring you as if you were godess. His head comes to rest on your chest. “Can I do that to you now?” he asks with a pout and how could you tell him no.

[uniformbravo]

clown sighting

[defnoteleonor]

SLEEPOVER PART 2!!!

warnings: a tinny bit of smut😊 (lets thank ala for helping me write this cuz i dont write smut but if yall want more ill try to write more), smoking, making out, shirtless ellie, half naked reader, ellie x femm!reader, my grammar🫶🏼

a.n.: if you see mistakes in my english…. no you didnt. i had this ready yesterday anx i was about to post but this whole coloring deleted and i just gave up so im posting this today😊🫶🏼 im gonna make this a series PROBABLY

(ellie - 💙, reader - 🩷) “you okay?” ellie breathed out. “yeah” you mumbled and cupped her cheek. your nerd leaned into your touch and closed her eyes. “tired?” you asked sweetly. “no… just enjoying you” her hand went up to your upper thigh. “yeah?” you looked down at her hand and back at her. your hand met her sports bra. “hm?” ellie opened her eyes “nothing… just enjoying you” you mocked her “okay, thats it.” ellie hid your vape in her sports bra. “elsss…” you whined. “thats what you get for teasing and mocking me!” ellie exclaimed. you and ellie never really got intimate. you never saw her naked. she never saw you witgout clothes too. the THC was getting into your head and you became a bit bolder. your hand tugged onto her sports bra and when she didnt push you away you decided to pull it up. when you completely took it off your eyes fell on her bare chest. she was perfect. her small but perky tits made you wet just by looking at them. ellies first instinct was to cover up but before she could do it you grabbed her hands and kissed her. your hands went down to massage her chest and the moans falling from her lips into yours were driving you wild. you kissed down her neck. your lips stopped at her nipples. “this okay baby?” you asked. ellie gave you an eager nod and you slowly continued your work. small love bites covered her chest. her strong hands gripped your shirt and she tugged on it. as you pulled away you spotted that she was completely red and she looked like she was about to pass out “omg are you okay?” you asked concerned. “yeah just… you are so hot and you make me all hot …” she breathed out. you let out a chuckle and massage her cheek. “relax baby… i can open a window if you want” ellie just nodded. you hopped off her lap and went to open the window. cold, autumn wind fell into the room. ellies red cheeks were starting to fade. you laid down next to her, your head on her chest and your arm wrapped around her waist. “els?” you checked up on her. she looked down “yeah, pretty thing?” “i love you… you are so perfect for me…” you mumbled and kissed her bare chest. it was moments like this that made ellie glad that she went to school that one day and decided to talk to you. its moments like this when she has you in her arms all safe and healthy. its moments like this that she just appreciates you… even tho she likes to be alone, sometimes she likes to be alone with you. “do… you want to continue… this?” you asked unsure. “nahh we can take a nap and finish this at night… we can even get high and do it… we can always do it another time… we dont have to do this today…” you nodded “you are right… i still love you… even if we never do it… im with you for you not for…. you know” you two grew up with pretty strict rules about sex and being gay. you had catholic parents and ellie was always bullied about being gay. “i love you pretty thing…” ellie mumbled and rubbed your back. “yeahhh… i love you… and shimmer… and your hands” ellie raised her eyebrow “yeah? what about my hands?” “dont start something you cant finish” you teased. “i always finish what i start” ellie rolled her eyes playfully “we just stopped cuz you were overheating because of a half naked girl on your lap.” then you got hit with a pillow and laughter filled the room “i did not!!” ellie was offended “yes you did!” you chuckled. “i still love you… my overheating baby…” you took a puff “addicted hoe” ellie rolled her eyes and pulled you into a kiss. ohhh you were so in love with her. tag list: @abandonedstars1 @hellothisiskitty13 @snowy-vee @mellifluousgirll

[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

[yeomongi]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 — ᡣ𐭩

genre: smut MDNI 18+ content below cut

pairing: yunho x you

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: brat tamer!yunho, unprotected sex (don’t), cumming inside, fingering, orgasm control, orgasm denial, tiny bit of dacryphilia, yunho is kinda harsh but there is a little bit of sweet aftercare :3, i think that’s it! no proofread

synopsis: after you had been teasing and tempting yunho all day throughout practice and while he was gaming, he finally snapped, giving you a rough fucking to put you in your place.

note: 1 more request done, 8 more to go 🫠 i enjoyed writing this one tho! pretty happy with how it came out! ^^ hope everyone likes it! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3

your hands felt clammy as you pushed open the front door after dance practice. you'd spent hours moving in sync with one another, your body glistening with sweat under the studio lights. next to you, yunho stood there, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of you in your tight fitted clothes.

he didn't say a word, just watched as you both made your way inside. yunho headed straight for the living room, plopping down on the couch and picking up his game controller like nothing had happened.

you sauntered over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, feeling his gaze burn into your back. you knew you were driving him wild, and you relished in it.

after downing half the bottle in one go, you joined him on the couch, sitting close enough to feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame. his fingers flew over the buttons on the controller, focused on his game... or at least, that's what he wanted you to think.

you couldn't resist leaning into him, feeling his strong arm wrap around you as you did so. you nestled your head under his chin, the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek sending a thrill through you. you teased lightly, running a finger down his chest, knowing just how to get under his skin.

"is your game more interesting than me?" you asked in a playfully innocent tone, knowing full well it was pushing his buttons.

his grip on you tightened, but still he didn't look away from the screen. he set his jaw, eyes narrowed as he tried to ignore you.

"like watching pixels better than seeing how pretty you look all red and flustered?" you taunted, your fingers tracing circles on his thigh.

that did it. in one swift motion, he turned off the console and tossed the controller aside before he pinned you down into the cushions of the couch. his breath fanned hot against your neck as he held you there, face twisted into a mix of desire and frustration.

"brat," he growled, voice low and dangerous.

you arched under him, feeling the weight of his body pinning you down. it sent shivers down your spine. you gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. "i'm just teasing," you purred, your words barely audible.

"say it again."

his grip on your wrists tightened as he leaned closer, his hot breath against your lips sending tingles through you. "You're being a brat."

your heart pounded wildly in your chest at his words. finally, he was giving you the attention you craved.

"what are you gonna do about it?" you shot back boldly, unable to resist pushing further.

with that, his free hand shot up and yanked your shirt over your head, buttons popping off in his haste. he didn't seem to care - the fire in his eyes only burned hotter.

he didn't waste time removing the rest of your clothes, tearing them off you roughly as he claimed your mouth in a brutal kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, dominating you completely. you gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion.

his large hands roamed your newly exposed skin possessively, leaving red marks that would surely bloom into beautiful bruises later. the pain mingled exquisitely with the pleasure building within you.

"mine," he grumbled possessively, his fingers finding your sensitive bud and rubbing circles that bordered on too much but felt so good.

he pulled back from your lip-swollen mouth, his own lips twisted into a wicked grin. his hands left your body briefly only to rip your last piece of clothing away. you whimpered at the sensation, your body trembling.

in one swift motion, he spread your legs wide, settling between them as his hot gaze raked over every inch of your exposed form. his fingers trailed down your inner thighs, sending electric sparks through you.

"This what you wanted?" he bit out, his own breathing heavy and ragged now. without waiting for a response, his thick digit pushed into your slick heat, causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion. he pumped slowly but deliberately, watching your reactions.

his rough treatment heightened every sensation, every nerve ending singing under his merciless touch. you knew he wasn't playing nice anymore.

your back arched off the couch as you felt him add another finger, stretching you wider, preparing you for what was to come. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, but it only served to drive you further into ecstasy.

"please..." you managed to choke out, the sensation overwhelming.

he chuckled darkly at your plea. his fingers curled inside you in that spot that made your vision spark. "please what? ask nicely."

your bottom lip trembled as you tried again, your pride fighting against the needy words bubbling up. "p-please Yunho..."

at your words, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and aching. you let out a frustrated whine, body shuddering as you craved release.

instead, you felt something larger and hot against your entrance. he held you firmly by the thighs, teasing you with just the tip. "you've been so good taking my fingers. now, you'll take the rest of me."

with a single powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you beyond anything you'd experienced before. your scream echoed through the room, a mix of pain and rapturous sensation.

he didn't pause, immediately setting a brutal pace, angling to strike that sweet spot again and again. tears streamed down your face, lips parted in a wordless cry.

"there it is, so pretty when you cry for me," he purred, voice hoarse with exertion and satisfaction at your tears. he gripped your hips harder, driving into you relentlessly.

the overwhelming sensation was too much, your body overwhelmed by each punishing snap of his hips. every fiber of your being focused on the intense fullness, the friction igniting white-hot flames of pleasure-pain.

your nails raked down his back leaving angry red trails, a primal sound ripping from your chest. still he didn't soften, seemingly driven wild by your reactions.

"yes, that's right. take all of me," he grunted, his words punctuating each jarring thrust. he reached down to rub your soaked, sensitive clit, determined to push you beyond your limits.

your vision blurred with the intensity, the buildup of sensation threatening to topple you over the edge against your will. your body arched and spasmed beneath him, right on the precipice.

“don't you dare cum yet."

his command hung in the air like a threat, his movements becoming even more brutal as he fought back your release. your muscles quaked, your body betraying you with each pounding impact.

he leaned in close, his hot mouth finding the tender skin where your neck met your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. the mingled sting and dominance of his bite sent fresh waves of sensation crashing through you.

he shifted angle again, striking deep inside, the new sensation sending new tears spilling forth. you claw at his broad back, the pleasure-agony exquisite agony.

"you're close aren't you?" he growled low, voice dripping with promise and control.

you were unraveling under his relentless onslaught, your words spilling out in a desperate plea.

"yunho...please...i can't..." the strain of denial was exquisite torture.

he chuckled darkly, his fingers digging harshly into your hips. "can't what?" he taunted, his rhythm becoming almost cruel now. "Say it."

the building pressure inside you was a searing ache, your body tightening around him defiantly despite his demand. every nerve ending screamed for release.

your pleas turned to incoherent whimpers as you felt your resolve crumbling. you felt the hot coil deep within your core ready to snap.

"please, please, please..." you chanted like a mantra, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations. your back bowed dramatically off the couch as wave after wave threatened to crest.

"go on then," he goaded, voice thick with desire, "let it go. let me feel it."

as he spoke, he surged forward one last time, the friction unbearable. your body shattered, shuddering violently beneath him as the waves finally broke over you. stars burst behind your eyes, the intensity stealing your breath away.

your release pulsed hot and wet around him, sending him over the edge soon after. he followed you down, chasing his own climax with a few more urgent thrusts before burying himself to the hilt, spilling everything deep inside.

he collapsed atop you, both of you panting hard, bodies slick with sheen of sweat. his weight felt comforting now, anchoring you back to reality after pushing you to such intense heights. arms wrapped around you tenderly despite the roughness that preceded it.

gently, he lifted your face to meet his for a deep, slow kiss - a stark contrast to the fervor just moments ago. as he pulled back, his eyes were soft yet smoldering.

as you came down from your high, you felt his hands gently caressing your flushed skin, soothing the marks he'd left on you. he trailed light kisses down your neck and shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings that made your heart swell.

"you did so well...are you alright?" his voice held true concern mingled with satisfaction. he lifted himself up just enough to look you fully in the eyes, cradling your face.

you nodded, breathless, still sensitive and overwhelmed. his thumb tenderly wiped away your tears, his gaze searching yours. he seemed to see beyond the physical connection they just shared, into your very soul.

in that moment, despite the roughness, despite him pushing you past your limits, you felt a deep intimacy and trust between you. it was more than just bodies joining, it was the truest form of vulnerability, laid bare without apology or shield. you knew this was where you were meant to be - with him, like this. his slow, warm smile said he knew it too as he lowered himself once more, enveloping you fully in his embrace, the aftershocks still coursing through you both.

[minnies-puppydoll]

Could you maybe do one of seungmin getting mad at you in public for wearing revealing clothes, ty!

Seungmin Drabble #1

*~Disobeying Dom Seungmin~*

pairing: hard dom!seungmin x sub!reader

warnings: MEANIE PANTS SEUNG! no smut but very suggestive, lots of degredation, reader is called a bitch, i think thats it.

note: personally…i could never disobey him but thats just me🐶 good luck with that tho!

heres ur order!! smut under the cut!!!!!!!!!!!

it was going to be a perfect night. your boyfriend seungmin finally got reservations for that fancy, expensive diner you’ve been dying to go to.

the only problem was..you were running a little late.

you took a nice, long shower beforehand, using all the scents you know he loves on you. laying out three different dresses on your bed, you quickly tried to decide which one would be the best fit for tonight’s important date.

one was grey, and wrapped your body elegantly with silk fabric. the second was light pink, with a high cut waist and a frilly bottom, seungmin loves that one. and the third…oh.

seungmin hates this dress. he specifically told you not to wear it in public anymore. its was a black, hollow out dress with sheer fabric and strings where there wasn’t your boobs or your ass showing. nothing different than a stripper dress.

now, you know seungmin better than anyone. and when he says he hates that dress, its not because its ugly in any way, shape, or form. no. the way you look in that dress could make even him fall to his knees for you.

it’s because of the attention it brings to HIS precious girl. seungmin isn’t an insecure man either, he obviously wants to show you off on his arm when you get all dolled up for him, but with THAT dress? you couldn’t even get a few feet away from him without being approached or even made a pass at.

he knows you would never leave him for another guy, he just can’t stand people sizing up his pretty little prey like wild beasts. so, you aren’t allowed to wear it per his rules, fine. but honestly, you’ve always wondered what would happen if you disobeyed him.

so..maybe you wore the dress anyway..how bad could this go, right? now the problem was, how to get there.

normally he would pick you up in his car, but you know for a fact he would make you change immediately. so that was out. maybe you could just text him?

minnieeee?

hi, sweet baby🩷 you ready to be picked up?

uhhh

hm?

actually min, can i drive myself and meet you there? i have a suprise for you.

uh oh.

WDYM UH OH

that can’t be good. you’re scaring me💀

ITS JUST A SUPRISE OKAY

…its the dress isn’t it?

..no actually! its a secret so you’ll know when i get there so i actually have to go now and walk my fish see you soon love you bye-

we’ll see.

your nerves are alight as you pull into the parking lot, biting your lip in fear and arousal at how seungmin will deal with you. you’ve never disobeyed him before, always wanting to recieve his sparing praise and not cause a fuss.

your heels click against the floor as you step into the new diner, looking like the most expensive thing there. the confidence you’re radiating is only surface level though, the truth is, if you had a tail right now it would be tightly tucked between your legs.

when the host tells you where seungmin is sitting, you hesitantly make your way over. he is indeed there, he smiles at you sweetly before looking down at that dress. that stupid fucking dress.

he looks back up into your eyes with a dissapointed, mean glare in his. if you were at home, that look would have you begging for forgiveness. you immediately look down, shying away from his gaze as you put your purse down and bow slightly at him.

“hey, seungmin..”

“sit down.”

the demand has you plopping down in your seat without hesitation. his tone is clear and calm, but equally cold.

“i thought i told you not to wear that dress. hm? or are you just too dumb and slutty to remember my rules?

oh. his harsh words make your thighs rub together, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“m’sorry..”

“sorry what.”

“so..so sorry, sir.”

“look at you. i do all these nice things for you, give you all my attention and look where it gets me. is my attention not enough? need it from the other manwhores here? i think you’re just too much of a slut to be thankful.”

his words have bite, making you equally feel bad for disobeying and almost drool from the degradation.

“yes sir, im a slut, sir.”

“i know you are.”

“just..wanted to see what you’d do..”

“want a punishment? is that what the dumb whore wants? hm?”

“um..depends what it is?”

“you don’t get to choose, stupid.”

“…well, what are you gonna do then?”

seungmin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and looking at you with an amused expression. only this time do you meet his gaze, looking up at him through your lashes expectantly. seungmin scoffs.

“don’t fucking look at me.”

your eyes shoot down, just listening to him obediently. he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“..when we get home, im ripping that slutty stripper dress off of you for good this time. then, im gonna muzzle you and make you beg for me to pound that slutty pussy like a good bitch. then lastly..you’re writing lines, sweetheart.”

sorry for ending it there..u just look so cute when ur teased<3 order again soon!🐶

[miguelswifey04]

Hiii, I love your content & idk if you’ve done this already but the idea of Reader walking in on Miguel masturbating and he doesn’t care to stop actually with reader being there made him want to do it even more 😏… just an idea tho💕

for sure hehehe <3

miguel o’hara x gn! reader

cw// masturbation, exhibitionism, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot

you walk into the room, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight. there, on the bed, miguel lies naked, his muscular body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. his hand is wrapped around his throbbing length, stroking himself with a voracious hunger. you pause for a moment, taken aback by the scene unfolding before you. but rather than feeling shocked or offended, a wave of undeniable desire washes over you. miguel’s audacity ignites a flame within you, compelling you to indulge in the sinful pleasure that beckons.

a smirk plays on your lips as you saunter closer, your eyes fixated on his unabashed display of self-pleasure. his gaze locks with yours, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “well, well, well," you purr, your voice dripping with amusement. "seems like someone couldn't wait for me, miguel." he doesn't falter, his rhythm only intensifying as he keeps his eyes locked with yours, fully embracing the exhibitionist act. his confident demeanor both intrigues and excites you, fueling the flames of your arousal.

“i couldn't help it, sweetheart," he retorts, that cocky grin still firmly in place. "the thought of you walking in on me, watching me pleasure myself...it drives me wild." you release a soft chuckle, circling the bed, eyeing his body and the way his hand moves over his engorged member. the air is thick with anticipation, and you find yourself growing increasingly eager to join him in his sinful act. without a word, you slowly strip, revealing your own enticing body. your curves enthrall him, rendering his self-control near non-existent. the sight of you only intensifies his need, his strokes quickening in pace.

as you climb onto the bed, you position yourself beside him, your eyes locked on his pulsating length. the air crackles with raw desire, both of you consumed by the primal urges that stir deep within. “watch me, miguel," you command, your voice heavy with need. "but don't stop. don’t you dare stop." he grins at your words, his grip tightening around his throbbing member. his eyes flicker between you and his own hand, his arousal reaching its peak. the room fills with the sounds of your moans mixing with his, the air thick with the scent of desire.

with each stroke, each gasp, the intensity builds, the pleasure becoming more insatiable. the unhinged, raw passion between you fuels his desires further, removing any remaining inhibitions. “ooh mmm— fuck—i," he groans, his voice laden with desperation. "i...i can't hold back anymore." you watch, captivated, as he reaches the brink of climax, his body trembling with need. the moment hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation.

and then, with a deep, guttural moan, miguel succumbs to the pleasure, his release cascading over his hand, coating his abdomen. the sight of his release pushes you over the edge as well, an electric wave of pleasure washing over your own body. breathing heavily, you collapse beside him, both of you basking in the aftermath of your shared indulgence. the room is filled with the echoes of your combined moans, a testament to the insatiable fire that burns between you.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit @meeom

[daydreams-after-dark]

Jisung is a committed man. He loves you and only you. Before you guys even got into a relationship, his massive crush on you wont let him live. He missed you way too much but his dick missed you even more. You guys were best friends from the start but his massive crush on you and the way you're just so so fucking pretty for him drives him insane. By the time you guys are playing video games in his room on his ps5, he can painfully feel his boner growing constantly, praying you wont see it because he has abandonment issues and absolutely hates the thought of you leaving him. Every time you guys hang out, the way you move and carry yourself, just about anything just makes him hard. Even if you guys are at your place he would simply make a sorry excuse for a bathroom break where he would touch himself lightly hoping he wouldn't be too loud but, god he is. He is so vocal. He prays you wouldn't catch him but a part of him would love to be caught. Maybe you'd ask to join him or help him relief some of that pain below his waist or maybe you would absolutely degrade him till he cums just from embarrassment alone. Even if he tries searching up any kind of porn he is still only thinking of you. He observes you so much he can practically visualize how your moans would sound and the sorry excuse of your shorts that you wear at home give him a good imagination of what's between those thighs. He wouldn't do this for anyone else, just you because he loves you so fucking much but would probably love you fucking even more. After you guys got into a relationship, you realized- well it was already obvious how submissive jisung was but you realized that its way more than that. Of course jisung is a switch but he prefers being submissive most of the time, and boy is he so needy. He needs you so badly. Matter of fact worships you. Would let you do anything to him as long as he gets to cum and see your pretty face while at that. He is so so into BDSM. He would love a CBT even if his pretty little (pretty big tbh) cock cant take it well. Matter of fact he would let you peg him if you wanted to. Totally not just because he wants his hole fucked by you badly. He still secretly jerks off to you tho, cause he is way too ashamed of his fantasies to be even open about it.

Jisung is submissive of course, more often than not. But when he wants to be the dominant one? its so fucking hot. One part of him is a soft dom that will be so gentle with you but the other one? straight up beast. He cums fast but does it over and over again. He doesn't get satisfied easily. He needs you but this is a different kind of need. Needs you to be on your fours so he can see your pretty back whimpering while is fucking you deep. Plus points for tattoos on your back!! he absolutely fucking loves that and will probably fuck you like that more often just to see it. He would do everything you did to him before. Remember the time you tied him up and edged him over and over again? well its your turn now and he is less merciful than you. He lets you use him over and over again but when its his turn to use you the pent up frustration blows all at once and no one is walking out of that door till you are almost on the verge of passing out. Jisung is a private man. He keeps his things to himself and well- you too. He is possessive over you and would hate you engaging in anything else than him. But something that breaks his character is public sex. He is both a little bit of voyeur and exhibitionist. He wants to show off how pretty you are but god he wants you to himself only. Now this leads to something of risky sex out in the public in closeted spaces where people are probably hearing you and might even see you in the act but the thrill of being caught drives him wild. Han jisung brainrot is crazy. You can tell im literally in love with him TT

read more submissions here: #sorshas birthday month

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 You have absolutely spoiled me with this! Ahhh it’s got everything I want in a Jisung fantasy. Ahhh he was so cute when he pined after y/n.

He’s the perfect mix of kinky sub, soft dom, hard dom, possessive voyeuer /exhibitionist bf.

Oh jfhjdshojn the way I want him to punish me the way he got me to punish him, but worse!!!! 😫😫😫😫 it’s a fucking need! I need him to ruin me and make it so I can’t walk for a week! Oh and yes I’d peg him and he won’t be able to walk for a week either. In fact, I’d do anything to him that he wanted.

I tell you, my friend, I feel you. This is the kind of brain rot I have most of the time. How is it one man can have such a hold on us???

Now I’ll be spending the rest of my morning thinking about this and feeling very horny indeed.

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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[random-thot-generator]

Better Not to Know

KYLE GAZ GARRICK x FEM READER

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Summary: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger in a night club leaves you longing for more.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected P in V - fr tho wrap it up ya filthy animals, random hook-up sex, breeding kink?- hmm... yeah, fem breeding kink, a moody touch of angst, some pining, my usual brand of smut, only half-assed proofread- embrace the imperfections, no use of Y/N

(Notes: Just another smut purge with pretty boy Gaz, along with some angst added in for @tiredmetalenthusiast . I didn't forget, I just get easily distracted. Hope you like!)

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Chaotic, strobing lights and throbbing, hypnotic bass. Dim shadows writhing en masse on the dance floor, a dense forest of waving arms and swaying bodies. There is heat and sweat and sex layered thick in the oppressive air with just a hint of danger to heighten alcohol-dulled senses.

The danger you're seeking lurks at a corner cocktail table on the outskirts of the dance floor. He's somehow managed to sprawl with natural grace over the unwieldy, tall chair, lounging like a king on a throne. One heel is hooked on a rung, the other resting on the floor, his body one long, continuous masculine line that pulls the eye up to a face that's both wicked and angelic. His smile is pure sin, his dark eyes appreciative and knowing.

Oh, yes...

This is what you came here for tonight. To hell with the drinks and dancing and your girls' night out. This is what you really need. This man, this demigod currently eye-fucking you from across the room. A coy smile curls your painted lips as the two of you lock eyes.

Ten minutes later, you're pressed up against the graffitied partition of a bathroom stall, legs wrapped around his surging hips, whimpering as he snaps and grinds them with brutal precision. Your fingers glide over dark skin sheened with sweat, hungry mouth seeking the hot cavern of his as he spears you to the wall with a particularly hard thrust. The rhythmic clink of his belt catches your ear, a lewd accompaniment to your gasping breaths and the constant slap-slap of flesh on flesh. It debaucherous and filthy and you can't get enough.

He stares into your eyes when he tells you to touch yourself, pinning you with a smoldering look that has your cunt clenching in response. Nostrils flare and teeth grit, his strokes growing sharper, deeper, more unhinged with each passing second. He's fucking you with feral abandon, a wild light flashing in his eyes as he nears his release. He's growling, gnashing his teeth, mouth hovering at your neck as he fights the primal urge to bite, to mark, to claim.

"This is mine. My pussy," he snarls at your ear, and holy fuck! That possessive, dark tone in his voice sends your mind reeling, turning you into a desperate, needy, grasping thing. Speaking coherently at this point is out of the question, but you nod your confirmation with dazed enthusiasm. Hell yes, this is his pussy. He can claim it and any bloody thing else he wants, just so long as he doesn't stop fucking you.

"Come for me," he demands in a low, guttural voice, and you do. God help you, you do, like a bitch coming to heel. "Fuck, that's it, pet. Just like that. Bloody fuck—"

The rest of his words catch in his throat, and with one last violent thrust he stills, his entire body tensing, muscles trembling with the strain as his fingers clamp onto your ass and drive you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he empties himself inside you. His cock pulses hard enough to make you moan at the feel of it, your eyes rolling back in your head. You know it's bad form to not use a condom, dead stupid of you both, to be honest, yet you can't deny the truth.

You wanted him this way, raw and real and messy. It's insane, pure unadulterated nonsense, but you relish the feel of his cum inside you. You'll regret this decision come morning when you're slinking into the chemist's shop for a Plan B pill before popping into the clinic to get tested. Right now, though, it's all you can do not to purr in decadent satisfaction.

His kisses are errant, artless things landing haphazardly across your collarbone, your earlobe, your cheek. His lips then cover yours, his tongue unfurling in your mouth to slide over yours in a sensual, intimate coupling, and something inside you blooms warm then spreads out to all your extremities. His nose bumps yours in the sweetest way, and you're enamored with him, just like that.

The bathroom door opens, noise flooding into the quiet space between you. Two drunk girls dawdle at the sink, comparing notes on the blokes they've chatted up, deciding which ones they'll be taking home later. His brown eyes sparkle with barely contained mirth, lips quivering as he holds in his laughter. He's so bloody beautiful. You drop your head to his shoulder, unable to look at him any longer without saying something stupid like, "Come home with me."

You bite your tongue and wait.

The sink runs, the hand dryer blasts, and then the two birds are walking out, leaving the lingering scent of cheap body spray and pink hand soap in the close, heated air. The tap drips, his belt buckle jingles, and the spell is broken. He sighs, placing a chaste peck on your lips, his hands giving your hips a gentle squeeze.

Time's up.

Legs sliding down his muscled flanks, you lock your shaking knees to support you, inner thighs quivering. His cum is a tangible reminder of his claim on your body, as much as the smell of his cologne and sweat on your skin, as much as that poignant, sharp ache in your battered cervix. He fucked you hard and he fucked you well and he made certain that you'd remember him for days to come. What more could you ask of a man like him?

"Ya alright, pet?" he murmurs, his voice so deep and smooth and warm that it raises the fine hairs all over your body. The man is sex personified, a carnal feast that's left you sated but still craving more. You've never been with anyone like him, and it scares you a bit, the effect that he has on you. You were right about him; he's dangerous.

You hum in the affirmative and smile, suddenly feeling shy and awkward. You lower your lashes to hide your confusion, too flustered to speak. You can only imagine what sort of goofy, cock-dumb expression you're wearing. His sigh of satisfaction gusts over your face, the backs of his long fingers brushing over your cheekbone. "So lovely," he mutters, like an inner thought spoken aloud.

Silly cow that you are, his words make your heart flutter.

"I'm fine. More than fine," you finally answer.

You chance a glimpse up into deep brown eyes with striations of amber and copper that catch the dim light. Your gaze drinks him in, flickering over his long, curling lashes and wing-like raven brows. You're melting at the sight of the most sensuous mouth you've ever seen on a man, not to mention a smile so brilliant, it turns you inside out and dumps your heart on the floor. It's only the scar beneath his left eye that detracts from his ethereal, masculine beauty, that proves that he is, in fact, a mere mortal.

"Perfection," you whisper, skimming your thumb over the scar. Your meaning goes for both the man and the sex, but he can take it however he likes.

He fumbles at the latch and opens the stall door, keeping a hand at your lower back as you toddle out on coltish legs. You drift to the mirror to see what the damage is, oddly proud about the mess he's made of you. You swipe the mascara from beneath your eyes and dab away the smear of lipstick at the corner of your mouth. Your hair's a bit of a tangle, but who's going to notice or care at this late stage of the evening?

A tremulous smile appears on your face when he steps in behind you, large hands curling 'round your hips as he presses his full length against your back. His warmth seeps through the thin material of your dress, his mouth hot and wet as it skates up the column of your throat. "You were bloody amazing, love," he breathes at your ear, chuckling, pleased, when you shiver. He gives your bum a light smack that turns into a protracted, possessive squeeze. "Love your arse," he mumbles to himself, then gives his head a shake, stepping away. "I'll, uh, see ya around, yeah?"

"Sure," you husk out, knowing it's all a lie. These soft words and kind glances are nothing more than routine hook-up etiquette— always try to part ways on friendly terms. You know this role by heart, have played out this scenario so many times that you can recite all the inane pleasantries in your sleep.

Only this time, you wish the words were true.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror, his weight shifting between his feet, then he winks and stuns you with another one of those mega-watt smiles. Stepping to the door, he takes hold of the handle but then pauses, his eyes drifting over you one last time. He seems on the verge of saying something, but his beautiful mouth presses into a thin line, the corners turned down. He takes in a long, slow breath then heaves it out with a wistful sigh. "Take care, love."

"You, too."

You offer up a brave smile and hold up a hand in farewell, though a pang of disappointment rings hollow inside your chest as you watch him step through the door and disappear. The racket from the club pours into the room like dirty flood water, and the sudden urge to go after him has you shuffling your feet. Then, with a pneumatic hiss of the closing door, the obnoxious noise is muffled again to a dull and distant roar, and your reason returns.

How pathetic would you have looked, chasing after him like some clingy, lovesick girl. Your fingers tighten on the edge of the sink as you peer into the mirror at your reflection. You're surprised by your forlorn expression and realize you feel a little sad now that he's gone.

Once you return to your seat, you ignore the chatter of your drunk friends, instead panning your eyes over the crowd. You're hoping to spot his familiar silhouette among the anonymous bodies but can't find him, again. He must have left, his mission for the night now complete, you think with a touch of bitterness. No point in sticking around, right?

You fancy that you could pretend he was just a drunken fever dream, nothing more than a figment of your inebriated imagination, if not for the dull ache that still resides deep in your core. Oh, he was real, alright, as real as his cum in your panties and the sore throb of your bruised cunt. You know in your heart of hearts that it will take weeks, maybe even months for his memory to fade. The thought is depressing.

"Think I'm gonna call it a night, ladies," you tell the bleary-eyed trio seated around the table.

Your friends fuss and protest, trying their best to coax you into one more drink or at least another dance, but they're too drunk to really see the state of you. If they were just a little bit sober, it would be more than obvious why you're so set on leaving; you're completely fucked out, decimated, ruined. You hug each of them good night and promise to text the group chat when you arrive home.

Cold air smacks you in the face when you step out of the club. You inhale a sharp, icy breath, fog condensing in front of your eyes as you release it. You can feel the chill wind seeping through the seams of your coat, feel how it settles deep into the marrow of your bones. You suddenly feel achy and tired and near desperate for the warm safety of your own bed.

A glance up and down the sidewalk reveals the lack of waiting taxis, so you pull out your phone and order an Uber, cursing the wait. Huddling deeper inside your coat, your let your thoughts drift back to that brief but memorable encounter in the loo. For once, you regret not getting a bloke's number, and now you can't help but wonder if that's why he paused before leaving. Had he wanted you to ask him for it?

Unfortunately, you'll probably never know.

It's probably for the best, you tell yourself. A handsome bloke like him would undoubtedly complicate your life. He's the type of man that makes a sane, independent woman want to bake cakes and make babies. He is dangerous. You knew it when you first saw him, and now he's proven it to you. Already the 'what-ifs' are rattling about inside your tired brain. It's a good thing he left when he did, otherwise...

Yeah, you're definitely better off not knowing.

Your phone chimes, notifying you that your Uber has arrived, a faded red hatchback pulling up to the curb seconds later. You check the driver's ID then climb into the backseat, sinking back into the cushions as the car pulls back into the light flow of traffic. It irritates you that you still feel that little inkling of sadness. It's such a haunted, lonely feeling.

Damn, you think, staring blindly out of the window. I wish I'd asked for his name.

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part 2