#kittenish giggle

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇺🇸:ho no zooble turned into an a kitten 🥺😭💕

🇮🇹:ho no zooble é diventata un gattino 🥺😭💕

[alechans-cutetickles]

R E A L ♡︎//♡︎

(V E R O ♡︎//♡︎)

Random thought but Lee Zooble is so underrated!! Everyone Hcs her to not be ticklish but what if she was? You could just take her apart and tickle a torso or a wing and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it except get wrecked

Ohhh yes I absolutely love that idea!

[yanderenightmare]

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: suggestive noncon, threats, Sukuna in general

gn reader

Thinking about sorcerer ! reader – only instead of having a really offensive technique, it's purely defensive.

A power to pacify. Creating the ultimate stalemate. All attacks are nullified – people can’t even throw one measly punch your way.

– which obviously means you’re the ultimate babysitter for trigger-happy curses like Sukuna.

The only issue is…. you don’t at all behave in accordance with your technique. 

You are perhaps the most childish and bratty sorcerer he’s ever been forced to share air with. Even worse than that white-haired prick. Where with him – he could at least spar. But you? You just monitor him while making the most meaningless and ever-so-grating conversation.

“I read in an old book that you’re a cannibal.” You muse with a smile. Eyes vibrant with curiosity – playful even – as though the prospect of him eating human flesh shouldn’t be making your own skin run raw with goosebumps. “Is that true?” 

His brow raises at your eagerness. His mouth is a prim line before muttering an unenthusiastic. “Yes.”

“Really?” You jump. “Why? Does it taste good?”

It’s an awfully stupid question – he thinks with an ever-growing wrinkle furrowing his brows. But suppose explaining to you how it’s meant to strike fear into people’s hearts would only make you laugh.

He huffs.

“Tastes like meat.”

“Right~” You sing-song as though it was a satisfying answer – but then almost immediately add onto it. “So, like chicken or beef?” 

You really are such a nuisance, he thinks. Grumbling. “Pig.”

You hum – then smack your lips. And he feels another onset of annoyance – expecting another moronic query to come pouring gracelessly from your lips.

“You’re a little disappointing – you know that?” You say instead.

He picks his head up at that – finally looking back at you through the bars of his cell to where you sit opposite way on a chair – looking straight back at him, fearing no harm.

There are about a million seals covering the walls, keeping him trapped. Though you’d feel just as safe without them.

“I’d thought you’d have more to say, but…” You pout. “Turns out you’re just boring.”

His nose makes an offended scrunch – eyes narrowed. “Watch how you speak to me.”

You laugh – your chuckle in itself is something that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise out of ire. That smug smile on your face enough to have his fists ball at his sides – and at the moment you lick your lips, saying, “Or what?” he’s already on his feet with his hands wrapped tight around the bars – knuckles turning white in his grip.

His skin sizzles from the cursed energy imbued in the metal – like holy water to a demon – and still, he doesn’t let go. Four eyes, blood red, glaring at you with a look that’s nothing short of deadly. If he could, you knew he’d have your heart in his hand forever ago. But the fact that he doesn’t – the fact that he can’t – only makes your grin ever sharper.

“Wow~” You tease. “Look at that face~” Giggling. “So scary~”

His nostrils flare as he releases the bars. Hands healed shortly after. “One of these days, brat – I’ll have you on your knees.”

You feign a gasp. “Sukuna~ so indecent~” Your grin lessens into a coy smirk. “To think the King of Curses is flirting with little ole me~” You bite your lip, looking kittenish – eyes amused while watching him recede into the dark of his cell.

You break from the act with another laugh.

Beginning anew. “I do have a question, though.”

“Naturally.” He mutters, stretching his arms – all four – one pair above his head and the other behind his back.

“Are you double-packed down there as well? The same with the rest of you? Or~”

His spine cracks between tensed shoulders – and you think, to be a thousand-year-old specter, he’s awfully easy to rile up.

But then he laughs – a throaty, low-tuned snicker that echoes against the cell walls. 

“As I said – one of these days…” He walks up to the bars again, his chin fitting through them. “You’ll find out.”

There’s another chuckle – his eyes slim with something that makes you feel naked. Suddenly flushed – smile gone – you watch him lick his lips.

“And to answer your next question, you insufferable brat.” 

You gulp.

“I think you’ll taste like peaches.”

[binsito]

skz doing oral pls 🫣

my two most favorite things in the whole world 🤤

skz giving their s/o oral !

bangchan: he loves to take his time savoring you, burying his face in your cunt and humming softly. your pleasure comes before his so he'll make sure to make you cum at least twice ♡ you might have to reach for him and tap him softly, scared he'll suffocate himself with how far his face is pressed in. he loves complimenting your cunt, having a sense of possessiveness over it because that's his cunt and he's the one making it squelch and cream.

"pretty princess with a pretty cunt.. mm.. my cunt.. my hole.. all mine" he would groan as he licks his lips before he digs in, watching you spread your folds for him, sticky with arousal. he could go down on you for hours on end, you'd have to stop him because you'll become a whiny, overstimulated mess under him

leeknow: he likes to spit on your cunt so badly, likes how it makes you squirm when you watch his spit land on your clit. he uses it to make you all messy, fucks it into your hole with his tongue. he'll nip at your folds and clit playfully, watching your back arch at the sting. he finds your neediness amusing, how your little hole flutters when he pulls back to look at you. he can't wait to split you on his cock later, but for now, he's making sure he slicks you up with his tongue. he can't even tell what your arousal or his spit is anymore with the mess he's created. changbin: absolutely loves face sitting! mount his face and cage him in with your thighs, i promise you he will not let you go. he'll make sure of that by wrapping his big arms around your legs, keeping you still while he laps at you hastily. when he feels you buck your hips, he'll guide your movements and stick his tongue out, letting it brush against your clit. he giggles into your cunt when he feels your hips jolt, too much pleasure for you to stay still. he wants his face to be entirely soaked by you, gripping on to your asscheeks and kneading them while he makes you grind on his face. when he latches on to your clit and sucks, he might just send you over the edge, your body spasming as he grips you tightly, not letting you get away until you're crying over how sensitive you are.

hyunjin: he'd have you pressed up against the sliding door that lead out to his balcony, him between your legs, licking his fingers and pumping them into you while he buries his face in between your asscheeks. you were so breathtaking to him and he wanted everyone to see the pretty faces you were making because of him. he wanted to memorize this moment, so he would burn it into his mind to then turn it into a painting. he'd also enjoy giving you oral in the shower. easier clean up, he would say - only to continue for another round after you had both gotten out. he just can't help himself, he wants to live buried in your cunt, sucking on it and pleasuring you until you're a writhing mess.

han: his favorite form of oral is 69 ♡ nothing better than having a face full of cunt and a cute ass while he's getting mind blowing head. he's so squirmy, he'll keep making you gag because he can't keep his hips still - thrusting up and hitting the back of your throat while he fucks you open with his tongue. he also likes it very messy, lots of spit and ass grabbing. he'll even spank you a couple of times just because he likes to see his hand print and your ass jiggle. even after you've both cum, he'll be begging you to go again because he's incredibly pussy drunk and he hasn't gotten his fix just yet. so be good for him and let him go for another round or two before he's completely fucked out. felix: he'd have days where he would be very sensual giving oral, or absolutely feral with lust. on the days where he's gentle, you'd waken him up in the middle of the night after a wet dream. him being the most perfect partner ever, would get under the sheets between your legs and give you kittenish licks, lapping gently while he rubbed your clit. mumbling incoherent sweet nothings because he's so cute and sleepy but his baby needed him right then and there so he had to please her! but then there's days where your teasing goes too far, he had just had a long day and he can't take it anymore. he didn't care if he made it to the bedroom on time, he'd bend you over the couch and devour you on the spot, pulling your panties to the side and biting your asscheek harshly before prodding at your hole with his tongue seungmin: he likes having you stand up while he kneels from behind you, your back arched prettily as you try to hold yourself up with the wall. regardless of the position, he's anything but submissive. making you look back at him while he licked your cunt clean, his eyes locked on yours. he'd spread your asscheeks to make sure he got in there good, using his tongue to reach deep inside your walls and moaning at the taste. sometimes he'd even have you sit on the edge of the bed, him between your legs as he flicked your cunt with lazy licks. he loved teasing you and was refusing to flatten his tongue against you, only using the very tip of his tongue to give you any type of pleasure.

jeongin: he'd want you spread open on a counter, he might even feel a little frisky and pull out a can of whip cream, spraying a dollop on your cunt before he licks it clean off you, eyes rolling back at the taste. if he had gotten some on the corners of his mouth, he'd make sure to keep eye contact with you as he'd swipe his tongue over it, collecting the residue off his lips. you were his little treat and he loved to spoil you, making sure to tell you how sweet your cunt tasted and generously licking you. he loved to see how your arousal would pool down on to the countertop and how your thighs would get sticky from the whip cream

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: slightly obsessive yandere! price, afab!f! reader, literally me rambling about a good price breeding. dumbification ??? smut MDNI

Price growls during sex. Not something he does intentionally to make you giggle or anything; but something deep and innate within him as his balls slap on to you. So fat with the desire, the need to breed you, trap you two together with a manifestation of your "love". He never saw himself as a man who wanted a family, hell, he doesn't want a family.

But he wants you. So it becomes all the more tempting to get you plump with his seed, to fuck you until you ooze his sperm and soon the product of your affair shows as a baby in your belly. Something to grab on when he lets you curl into him on sleepy mornings while you were still submissive and dumb from the night before. He'd probably post you up in a pretty little house in a remote location - god forbid you run away with miles of nothing but trees and bears that would kill you.

Oh, but you were too good to him. A total pup for his love, practically could see the hearts in your eyes when you stared up at him like he was a god; chin tucked into his sternum while he gave you his hello hugs.

"Miss me, gorgeous?"

Cheeky bastard, loved your devotion and loyalty. especially in bed, when you were all sweet and kittenish. Probably sat right up on his lap with his cock deep inside of you, kissing your womb while he taunted you with the probability of never pulling out. A thick, creamy ring of your arousal built up around his balls while your clit grinded against his pubic hair.

Your eyes rolled back, hair frazzled and sticky, clinging to your face and body. Your hips seemed to roll in endless waves of pleaded orgasms. And that cruel bastard of a man would do nothing but occasionally buck his hips to snap you out of your blurred greed and delirious loving whispers. Hands clawing down from his hairy pecs to the hairy belly of soft abs and muscles, grown spoilt from your warm meals.

Of course, every man had an end to his patience, Price was no perfect creature. If you took too long to reach your climax it was nothing but a quick flip to switch position. Forceful thrusts making you cry and drool out slurred profanities. He made you vulnerable in the ways he reminded you of your own weakness, so strong, slamming your arms above your head and making your eyes water as they stared into his own.

"Pretty." You would speak in a raspy, weakened voice, and Price would growl, a low guttural noise that came from somewhere much more animalistic than his sound conscious. He'd finally lean down to your level, hovering over you and caging in the cocoon of his own body, gripping onto the roots of your hair with gentle tugs as his lower half made sloppy and eager thrusts, a mind of its own. Couldn't even respond as he panted the sweet scent of your pheromones right from your neck. Even as you were already orgasms in, he had still only just cum. Easing to rest his face between your bare breasts with muffled praises.

"Good girl. M'pretty miss you are, ain't ya?"

[priestessame]

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˜”*°• Threesome with Bf Childe and Colleague Al haitham?? ˜”*°•

•Female AFAB reader- smut + crack •one shot•

˜”*°• Minors DNI ”*°•

The both of them absolutely hate each other. The only reason they agreed is because they both believe they can out-fuck the other.

Al Haitham? That asshat you worked with? But he's INSUFFERABLE. He's arrogant and rude and always ready to debate you- His only selling point is that he is hot and has nice arms. Out of everyone you just had to choose HIM? But, Childe thinks, if he was to just show you how much better he is than him in bed, you'll surely understand that your beloved boyfriend is the only choice for you.

Childe?... ofcourse. It just had to be the clingy, freckled nightmare of a boyfriend you had. Alhaitham had no idea how someone as eloquent as you ended up with such a... Himbo. Out of everyone you just had to choose him? But, Alhaitham thinks, if he was to just show you how much better he is than him in bed, you'll surely understand that your idiotic boyfriend isn't the right choice for you.

Alhaitham is surprisingly patient, his touch much more tentative than Childe's. Whatever overbearing control he exercised in academics, goes out the window. He's very devoted as he touches you, fingers tracing your silhouette like you were made of glass. His fingers tremble lightly as he pulls your top down, breath hitching as he sees your bare breasts for the first time. Even has he eats you out, you can feel his hot blush covering his face, the tops of his ears going very red as he sucks on your clit. Tongue leaving kittenish licks up your slit. His mouth has you gripping the sheets, thighs caging his head as he slips his tongue in deeper to taste you. You feel his hot breath against your cunt, his moan rumbling as you grip his hair.

Althaitham is sure to get edged throughout the extravaganza. Firstly Childe makes him wear a condom. If it isn't bad enough that he can't feel your raw walls clamp down on him, he morbidly realises you just like teasing him. His fingers would draw your face closer, but you press your own fingers over his lips, stopping him from coming closer. "Sorry" You giggle, "I only kiss my boyfriend." It drives him mad, the painful lack of intimacy during the sex, when he has yearned for you for so long. And your bone headed boyfriend does not make it any better. He could hardly care about the fact that Alhaitham is balls deep in you, but fixing your hair is where he draws the line. Every time Alhaitham's fingers reach to fix your hair, Childe just swats them away, almost growling in protest, "Don't fucking- touch her hair again and I'll fucking kill you"

Childe is the exact opposite, he hates it. He loathes it. He doesn't want that green haired freak or his tongue anywhere near your body. So he just fucks you so hard, the other idiot receives the message. He knows your body so well that he knows exactly how to fuck you until your eyes roll back.

Childe touches you with a burning jealousy, hands grabbing at your body hungrily. His fingers dig into the fat of your hips as he pulls you back into his lap. You feel his throbbing swollen tip press against your slit, immediately. He cups your face so that you look up at Alhaitham again. "Let's give our guest a good show before my generosity runs out." Alhaitham still looks flustered, his hair dishevelled and cheeks tinted red. His continues to sneer down at Childe through the blush. But the vision before him is so sinful that the ends of his mouth twitch from the strain to keep a straight face. He hates how Childe still has the higher claim on you. his stretch making you arc your back in pleasure. Alhaitam feels his cock twitch, growing painfully hard at the vision before him. That muscles for brains gets to fix your hair and kiss you and fuck you raw as you melt from his touch- that's it. He's going steal you. He's going to have to.

Look at me writing about everything but the current fics i should be working on. welp

[woso-dreamzzz]

Wine Drunk

Hardersson x Future!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

*Hardersson Smut*

Summary: The idea of you

They've already finished one bottle of wine and are rapidly closing in on their second.

Magda is in that nice haze of tipsiness where she still has control of her body, feeling the rise and fall of Pernille's chest against her own.

"Someone brought their baby to last week's match," Pernille says, sounding equally as tipsy," It was a nice baby."

"Babies are nice," Magda agrees though she's much more preoccupied with subtly spreading Pernille's legs and walking her fingers up her thighs.

"You'd make pretty babies," Pernille giggles, turning her head to capture Magda in a filthy kiss. It's all tongue and slightly sloppy but they're Magda's favourite kind and she digs her fingers into the apex of Pernille's thighs.

"We'd make pretty babies," Magda says as she pulls away. Her fingers dip below Pernille's underwear. They flutter softly over her folds, gathering slick before rubbing circles on her clit.

Pernille stutters out a little moan. It's quiet and Magda wants her to be louder. "We...We would make pretty babies," Pernille agrees as the pressure gets a bit firmer.

Her orgasm comes embarrassingly fast but Pernille can't find it in herself to care because she's eager to return the favour. It had been funny, earlier, when they broke out the wine and immediately stripped out of their trousers to lounge in their underwear. Now though, Pernille's thanking god for the easy access.

She peals down Magda's underwear, following the slow descent with kisses up and down her thighs before she gives kittenish licks over her partner.

Magda's hand shoots out into her hair. She's not pulling just yet but it's firm enough to remind Pernille that she's there.

There's something about Magda that's so enticing and Pernille dives in like a woman starved.

"Ah!" Magda whines as Pernille licks over her, spearing her tongue inside for barely a moment before sucking on her clit. "God!" Her hand tightens in Pernille's hair as she's worked up expertly.

Pernille hums around her clit and the pressure is just perfect.

Magda pulls lightly at her partner's hair as Pernille's nails dig into the flesh around her hip. She ruts into Pernille's face, chasing her own pleasure and Pernille has the decency to go still to allow Magda free reign.

Pernille cleans her up after she comes, taking her time lapping up all of Magda before moving to hover over her. She draws Magda into a sinful kiss, exploring her entire mouth like it's the first time they've been together.

"You must really want that baby," Magda pants out.

"So bad," Pernille whispers against her lips," What about you? Do you want to put a baby in me, Magda?"

Magda pulls away to moan. "God, yes. I'm going to put a baby in you."

"Yeah?" Pernille's grinning like a wolf as she stands, grasping Magda's hand tight and pulling her into the bedroom. "Strap's in the drawer. Lube's there too."

"You're soaking," Magda says as she swiped her finger through Pernille's folds on her way to the drawer," I don't think I need it." It takes her five seconds flat to strap up and suddenly she's spreading Pernille's legs again, lavishing kisses and bites over her chest.

"You're stalling," Pernille giggles, drawing Magda up for a kiss. She's holding the remote for the vibrator Magda's slipped into herself, waving it teasingly. "Do you need some motivation?"

"You're impatient," Magda says back, brushing her strap against Pernille's clit and then down to her entrance," If I'm going to put a baby in you...I want to make it perfect."

She slides home just as Pernille turns the vibe on.

Magda gasps out a stuttering sigh as she begins to thrust. The pressure of the strap on her clit and the setting of the vibe feels just perfect and she reaches for Pernille's hand, lacing their fingers together tightly.

She knows every inch of Pernille. She knows exactly how to angle her strap to hit the best spots and she knows that biting at the shell of her ear really gets her partner going.

Pernille's moans are loud and broken and she wraps her legs around Magda's hips to force her deeper. "You...You want to put a baby in me, Magda?" She pants out, increasing the speed on the vibrator," Yeah? You want to give me a baby? Work for it."

Magda redoubles her effort. It's clear that the liquid courage in Pernille's system is making her more vocal and Magda wants nothing more than to shut her up.

She moves harder, rutting her hips into Pernille and sucking her nipple into her mouth.

She knows Pernille's close when it gets harder to move the strap and she knows that she's getting close by the way that her walls flutter around the vibrator.

"Ma-Magda," Pernille whines, her nails digging deep into Magda's back," Magda!"

Magda grins as her own orgasm washes over her, slumping forward onto Pernille and allowing her partner to bring her down from the high softly.

"I...Magda..."

Magda looks up, confused as to why Pernille suddenly sounds tearful and sad. "Pernille?" She slides out slowly, unstraps herself and reaches up to cradle Pernille's face. "What's wrong?"

"I...I want a baby. A baby with you. A real one."

Suddenly, Magda feels tearful too. She isn't sure if it's all the endorphins in her system or the alcohol but she knows she's about to start crying. "Really?"

Pernille nods. "I want us to have a baby."

"Let's have a baby, then."

[copias-girl]

Okay but like, Copia is 100% SO ticklish, and no one can tell me differently

YES

Allow me to elaborate a bit:

COPIA BEING TICKLISH BLURB:

(I kinda got a little carried away with this and it turned a bit spicy lol)

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It was evening, and you were all cozied up together watching a fun Satanic B movie from the 1970s. The both of you were eating candy- cherry sours, to be exact- cuddling, and of course: rooting for the Devil’s victory in the film. You were having a lovely night in with your darling Cardinal; intimately pressed up against one another on the sofa. You fit together so perfectly, but you shifted positions every now and then to prevent getting sore.

But this time when you wriggled around, Copia froze. He felt your fingertips brush against his side, which was a bit more sensitive than usual since he was only wearing his silk pyjama set, as opposed to the many layers he wore during the day. He tried his best not to interrupt the movie; after all, it’s not like you were trying to tickle him. All he had to do was keep his cool and try not to think about it, because- oh! Your fingertips started mindlessly drawing shapes into his ribs. Copia twitched, biting his lip to stifle laughter. He stole a panicked glance at you, only to find you enthralled in the film. You must not have noticed what you were doing, but sweet Satan you were getting more and more aggressive with-

Copia all but screamed, erupting into laughter and flopping off the couch like a fish.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you pounced on top of him, straddling him and continuing your attack.

So you were doing it on purpose!

“You sneaky little-! You-! Ahahahaha!” Copia had tears streaming down his cheeks, threatening to streak his clergy paint as he writhed beneath you.

You giggled deviously, tickling the Cardinal’s sides and soft tummy a bit more while he protested and floundered on the carpet, trying in vain to shield himself from your devilish little fingers.

Deciding to take mercy on the old man, you ceased fire and allowed him to catch his breath.

“Dolce, why do you torture me so?” He sighed weakly, a handsome grin lazily tugging at his lips.

“Because it’s fun.” You replied simply, fisting your hand in the silky fabric of his pyjama shirt and leaning down to teasingly brush your lips against his, causing the poor man’s head to spin in desperation as he pulled you close, his hands roaming your body.

You captured the Cardinal in a deep kiss then, relishing in the soft moan he released as you threaded your fingers through his greying hair, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

Pulling away, you caressed a gentle finger over Copia’s thin moustache and kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving him breathless as you trailed lower. You lifted his shirt up, already feeling him tense up and try to twist away.

“Calm down, old man. I’m done tormenting you. For now.” You grinned.

The man hesitantly stopped struggling and propped himself up with his elbows, curiously observing you.

You kissed Copia’s soft tummy, causing him to release a soft whine. He was always self-conscious about that part of himself, but you absolutely loved it. Casting a coy glance up at your lover, you pulled his pants a bit lower, licking a slow stripe up his happy trail. Copia gasped, awestruck eyes fixated on your seductive form. A red hot flush painted his freckled cheeks and he bit his lip, the haze of arousal already beginning to cloud his mind.

With a kittenish smirk, you bit at his love handles while your palm ghosted over the growing tent in his pants, causing a deliciously desperate moan to tumble from the Cardinal’s lips.

“Dolce, I thought you were done tormenting me.” He groaned, petting your hair as you kissed and licked and nipped at his tummy some more, soft fingertips tracing shapes around his belly button and up and down his happy trail, relishing in the way his muscles twitched and tensed from the ticklish sensation.

In response, you only blew a raspberry onto his stomach, causing the man to jolt and shriek out another burst of laughter.

“Dolce!” He whined, twisting and turning, managing to sit upright and lean against the couch, huffing.

You giggled, moving to sit next to him on the floor. With a merciful gaze, you cupped his pretty face in your hands and pressed a loving kiss to his soft lips, which the Cardinal eagerly returned.

“Alright, I’m done tormenting you for real this time.” You grinned. “Let’s finish the mov-”

“No, I want… ehm… Dolce, let’s go to bed.” Copia whispered, lust swirling in his eyes, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“But darling, there’s only twenty minutes of the movie left.” You pointed out, your own eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Bed. Now. The film can wait, but I am not so patient.” The Cardinal pulled you in for a searingly desperate kiss.

And without breaking your passionate lip lock, the two of you managed to stumble through his rooms; furiously tearing off each other’s pyjamas, bumping into a side table, and nearly knocking over a lamp. Finally, the two of you collapsed onto the luxurious bed in a tangle of limbs and flurry of desirous kisses.

Your movie nights always ended in desperate, passionate love-making. Come to think of it, you can’t remember the last time you and Copia actually finished a movie together.

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[hazbinshusk]

Hello, I know this may be very, very strange but I hope you don't judge me, I would like you to do a NSFW or +18 headcanon about Husk getting a blowjob from Y/N

not strange at all! I've written a couple of fics about blowing husk. you can read them here and here. there will definitely be more in the future, too. I've combined this one with a kiss prompt because they worked so well together. anyway, enjoy!

prompt #31: a kiss to the inner thigh.

Husk chuckles as you push gently at his chest, urging him to lay back on the bed. You smile down at him almost indulgently, leaning down to catch his mouth with yours. The bartender groans quietly into the embrace, his fingers coming up to fumble with the buttons of your shirt for a moment before you pull away with a wider grin.

He almost whines as you straighten, even as his eyes burn with curiosity when you press his wrists back against the mattress beside his head.

“Stay.”

He bites his lip, smirking. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, trying to maintain a serious, lust-filled expression.

The sound Husk makes as you press kisses down over his stomach is something between a groan and a purr, and his claws slide through your hair as you map out a path from his navel to his thighs. You unfasten his suspenders as you settle on your knees between his legs, continuing to kiss your way down over the sensitive, downy fur that covers his pelvic bone as he lifts his hips so you can tug his pants down his thighs.

“Oh, sweetness…” he murmurs, voice all whiskey and warmth, his claws almost careful as they brush your hair away from your forehead. His head falls back against the blankets as you palm his erection, curling your fingers around the length of him. “Oh, fuck…”

You smirk as you continue to press kisses over his hips, squeezing his cock briefly as you tease your lips over his thighs. Husk moans quietly as you slide your fingers up and down his cock at a glacial pace, squeezing the base of him on each downstroke. He exhales heavily as you swipe your thumb over the head of it and nip playfully at his inner thigh.

“Be kind to me, baby,” he mutters, chuckling breathlessly. “Be kind…”

You kiss the same spot softly, feel his flesh jump under your lips. “When am I anything but kind, minou?”

The next moan Husk gives is much louder, the sound of it drawn out as you sink your mouth down around his erection. His claws curl in the sheets by his sides, the feathers of his tail tickling against your calf. You suck, curling your tongue around the underside of his cock and hollowing your cheeks as you pull back again, lingering around the head before releasing him with a quiet ‘pop’.

“I’m waiting for an answer, baby.”

“Mmm… I’m thinkin’,” he manages, and you giggle as you take him into your mouth again. Husk pushes his hips up into your touch, his thighs twitching with the effort to stay still for you. You blow him slowly, enjoying the way he reacts to each touch you give him.

The way he hisses when you let your tongue linger at the barbs at the base of his cock.

The way his breath catches when you take him in far enough that you gag and he can feel your throat flex around him.

The way Husk moans, low and rough in the back of his throat when you scratch your nails through the fur covering his inner thigh as you suckle at the head of his cock.

The way he murmurs your name, a breathless prayer, when you alternate between a sucking pressure and kittenish licks along the length of him.

The way his thighs tense and the muscles in them quiver as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth.

Husk groans as he grows closer to release, claws scratching over your scalp. You moan around him and he whimpers at the feeling of it, finally giving into the urge and fucking himself up into your mouth. You smile around him, drool dripping down the length of him as he fucks your face as a steady pace.

When you tease your fingertips over the base of his cock, carefully flicking along the barbs where they’re most sensitive, he cums down your throat, groaning your name in a long, drawn-out breath.

You suckle gently at his cock until he’s spent, until his hips jerk under the sensation, pulling back with a smile. You press a kiss to his hipbone, resting your elbows on either side of his hips, your chin in your hands as you watch him catch his breath.

“You’re pretty satisfied with yourself right now, aren’t you?”

Your smile widens. “I am content, yes.”

Husk laughs quietly, grunting quietly as he pushes himself up onto his elbow. You move to meet him, and he wraps around a paw around the back of your neck as he pulls you into a kiss.

“Your turn?”

You grin. “My turn.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[kisses-soft-like-sunshine]

Bittersweet - Part III *rewritten*

Fluff w angst, Lee Know x fem!reader, coffee shop AU, idol AU, 1070 words. Content warning: none! As promised, here is the rewritten part III for Bittersweet. I feel like it deserved a better ending and I hope this does justice! Thank you for reading :) Tagged: @linocz <3

The drive to the café is filled with shyness and unsaid words. If it weren't for social conventions you would ask him everything and anything. I can't believe I hugged him… what's wrong with me? He's going to think I'm just another fan girl… You wondered what his dating life must be like, with his demanding lifestyle. How little intimacy he can actually manage to get… You were saddened to see how right you were to assume his loneliness echoed yours. The bright neon letters of the coffee shop picking through the windshield relieved a soft gasp out of you and him both. His mind and heart were all over the place too. If it weren't for his focus being on the road, he would have melted into your arms again or skyrocketed himself into outer space never to be seen again. You both needed the warmth of each other more than you’d like to admit, more than he’d allow it.

You made your way to the alley discreetly, followed by your charming stranger, his eyes tenderly storing the details of you in his heart for keepsake. You both sat at the makeshift table you and your coworkers used on breaks, when you noticed his gaze on you. A small but unabashed grin grazed your lips as you chose the sky over his gorgeous onyx eyes. The heat of your cheek could keep you warm for the winter to come. God, how warm his arms were…

“What should I get you? The usual?” you asked, trying to distract your own thoughts.

“Do you remember every customer’s order?”

“No. Not, everyone…” You, only you. You didn’t even know you did before he asked you the question.

“Ah… I’ll have the usual then, yes.” He said with a kittenish smile. 

You excused yourself and went back inside, hoping your coworkers wouldn’t mind your presence. Luckily, the one who knew about the situation (partially) was not here today. You made matching cappuccinos for the both of you with precision, adding a delicate heart-shaped drawing to his. A common practice which took on a brand new connotation. You kept yourself from giggling at your own actions, resolved to calm yourself before joining him again. It’s probably just the tension diffusing… Everything was so intense. He was there when no one else was… There’s nothing else to it, really. His gentle gaze as you peered through the back door snapped you back to your feelings. Oh, how screwed you were…

“Thank you” he said as he grabbed both drinks, making it easier for you to sit back down. You simply smiled at him as a response. 

His ears turned pink again when he noticed the specific drink you had handed him had a heart doodled on it while the other didn’t. You couldn’t help but wonder how the warmth of his blush would feel on the softness of your lips. How the softness of his lips, now gently kissing the porcelain, would feel on your lips… Your gaze shifted to your drink when his eyes reached yours over the cup. Oh, no… I was staring. You both drank your coffees quietly, enjoying the comfort of the other being near, when small drops started to trace dark dots on the pilling mint table.

You looked up at the clouds above simultaneously, then at each other. Without a word, you both stood and reached for the door but found it closed. You had inadvertently kicked the box holding it open on your way back, too busy preventing yourself from daydreaming about him. You were locked outside with the rain pouring harder and harder. You looked at him with sorry eyes and he laughed it off. His hand grabbed yours before he pulled you toward the nearest shelter. The old movie theater in the next door building had one of these classic red awning ornamenting its unused exit. It wasn’t far but by the time you both reached it you were soaked. He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you, his radiant smile drying the droplets on your skin. You answered with a smile of your own and he could have sworn he was growing a fever just by looking at you. You tenderly brushed the strands of hair falling over his face, making his ears burn even more. He flinched at the sight of the scar sealed on the inside of your hand and suddenly grabbed it in his. You were startled by his gesture but it’s the soft kiss he placed on your injured palm that made you lose your breath. Your wound must have opened again by the way his kiss electrified your whole body. Or maybe it had healing properties. He kept his eyes closed as he pressed into it, and your thumb intuitively traced the bridge of his nose. He let go of your hand, and you moved it to the side of his face, gently caressing it in a reassuring manner. It was okay. You were okay. His eyes searched for yours in the daze of the cloudy weather and you blinked softly as to let him know your guards were down. You moved closer and placed your hand on the side of his neck, fingers brushing at the sprouts of his hair. He was the one who moved closer this time, holding you to his chest, his hands nervously reaching for you like he did back at the police station. This felt new yet instinctive for the both of you. You couldn’t decipher his heartbeat from yours. He sweetly brushed his nose on the side of yours before faintly placing his mouth on your own. The cushiony texture of his lips on yours made you sink deeper into the kiss. Both of your hands were fully wrapped around his neck now, your fingers comfortably nesting in his silky hair. A grin grew on his lips and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This isn't… something… I mean, this isn’t a habit of mine…” he said, parting from your lips reluctantly.

“What isn’t?” you asked, perfectly aware of what he was talking about.

“Kissing strangers…” he answered shyly.

“Let’s not be strangers, then.” You said, playing with the wet curls at the back of his head. “I sure could make this a habit of mine…”

“Sounds good to me” he said, smirking, before pulling you in for another kiss.

[themotherofblood]

I would love to request a smutty Daemyra x reader piece where reader is being an irritating brat and they have to settle her down (if you’re comfortable with that!! Pretty please and thank you!)

omg yes!! I can write this one, but just for more context perhaps both daemon and rhaenyra are doing there political work and running dragonstone and reader is just being an attention whore? I hope this satisfies your request

Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

smut, spanking,. Humiliation soft dom! Rhaenyra, mean dom! Daemon. dubcon-ish, clit play. Oral (f) humping pillow

Two week,

Two weeks and four days!

You had woken up alone and gone to bed alone for two weeks, you were a noble lady; you understood the responsibilities that burdened Daemon and Rhaenyra. The spent hours holed up in their study or by the painted table.

You understood and you waited.

What you did not understand is how little attention they were paying to you, first, it was the small things, not being available to breakfast together or take you along dragon-riding while their kids practice. Then it was crawling into bed hours later than they had promised.

You didn’t care.

Then came the interruptions, head buried in Rhaenyra's thighs and Daemon deep within you and yet his squires thought it wise to take Daemon away from you.

You had devised ways, refraining from wearing small clothes as you subjectively rubbed your arse against Daemon’s cock, pawing at Rhaenyra’s breast any shrivel of time she found to embrace you or being bare as you awaited them in bed, only to succumb to sleep alone

Still nothing.

At first, you were understanding, being a good girl and waiting, and waiting.

Then your lusts clawed at your insides, again you tried to be good, they would come to you- you’d thought.

No more!

You were extremely frustrated and touch-starved. A hungry animal lashing out.

You laid your plans out, even if it was to irk them. You would do anything to make them touch you.

Just as you woke up alone this morning, you stopped your handmaidens from dressing you into a proper lady, fuck the silks, fuck the corsets.

You had found your way in your spouse's shared study, humming a song under your breath as the knights stationed by the door let you through.

Daemon was sat at the head of the table as Rhaenyra placed next to him, discussing strategies no doubt. Your husband noticed you first, his eyes having to double take your figure stood by the door in just your white sleep shift and shawl that did nothing to cover you up. Rhaenyra caught your eyes second, she too frowned at your exposed state.

That sleep shift did nothing to cover your body, merely a sham of a garment as the lining of your breasts and perked nipples from the cold were much visible to any suspecting onlooker.

You said nothing, just gave them a loving smile and walked to the library, climbing onto the ladder to grab a book, the outline of your arse much prominently teasing both Targaryens.

The gold cloaks and vassal lords that surrounded the table knew better than to look at you, if it wasn’t Daemon that would carve out their eyes it would be Rhaenyra who fed them to the dragons.

You were kittenish, coy as you padded your way over to where the were sat. Leaning down to press a kiss onto Daemon’s cheek while giving him a good glance at your breasts before leaning up to do the same to Rhaenyra.

You nearly giggled at Daemon’s jaw ticking as you walked out.

Now for the cardinal crime.

Did you know you were not to touch yourself?

Yes.

Did your care?

No.

You’d stripped yourself bare in your shared chambers, walking around leisurely, trying on one of many different necklaces Rhaenyra had, pulling on your pretty mesh stockings before laying your eyes on your victim.

Your imaginations didn’t take much, the thought of Rhaenyra and Daemon punishing you had you pooling in between your folds in no time. You rubbed that little throbbing bud in between your legs, positioning yourself above a pillow as you moved your hips against the soft fabric.

Rhaenyra and Daemon remained at task, sticking to major topic without any diversions. They were out of the meeting within minutes, both of them annoyed at your little act.

Their prim and proper lady wife had now found amusement in whoring. Both of them knew exactly where they would find her, just as the neared their quarters the could already here the loud moans and whimpers coming from their bed chambers. The few guards stationed by knew better than to turn a blind ear to their lady’s moans.

Rhaenyra burst through the chamber door, Daemon a quick step behind her. Both of their eyes fell on your bare body grinding against the pillow on their bed.

Just from the flush on your face and the shaking in your thighs they could tell you had peaked…without them.

“What do you think you are doing?” Rhaenyra questioned as she took off her earrings, Daemon swiftly unbuckled his sheath and disarmed himself of his dagger.

“Nothing.” You chimed, still rubbing your sopping cunt on the pillow.

“Enjoy that did you? Parading yourself like a little whore to the court?” Daemon breathed out, leaning against the post of the bed.

You smirked, nodding as another whimper tore through your mouth.

“Why are you being this way, you are our sweet girl aren't you?” Rhaenyra cooed as she untangled the ribbons holding her dress together.

Daemon scoffed “She is just a little slut, go on then, come for us.” He hardly tweaked your nipple in between his fingers.

You gasped at the hurt coursing through your bosom, a small sinister part of your reveled in it, you got what you wanted. You moved your hips harder, letting your swollen bud rub against the material.

“Look at her, she’s being such a good girl.” Rhaenyra pushed your hair back, as she admired you grinding body.

“Just a needy little slut, aren't you?” Daemon spat

The duality between the two had you hurtling towards your second orgasm in minutes. You cried out as your legs spasmed.

The second you peak wash over you, Daemon yanked you forward.

“I hope you fucking enjoyed that for you have hell to pay, zaldritos.”

Rhaenyra shuffled forward into bed, spreading her legs open as she looked at you adoringly.

“Come here sweet girl,” She motioned with her fingers

“You better make her come for your sake.”

You hesitated, a sheer act of a tantrum

“B-but I want Rhaenyra’s mouth.” You pouted, earning your a sharp smack on your rear, the rings on Daemon’s fingers making it sting that much harder.

You grinned despite the throbbing on your arse

Rhaenyra reached forward to hold your jaw.

“Why are you being this way, your always so well-behaved. Our pretty girl.”

“Our pretty whore, you mean. Showing her tits like that to the court.” Daemon was far angrier than you'd ever witnessed, perhaps you bit of more than you could chew.

“You better start eating that cunt, or I swear your arse will glow red when I’m done!” Daemon bellowed his warning.

“Yes, my lord.”

Another smack on your left cheek.

“Yes, your grace.”

You dove right into a lap at Rhaenyra’s folds, hungrily sampling her cunt. Relishing in the taste of her after so long, with it also followed consistent bare-handed spanks on your rear. You whimpered into Rhaenyra’s core. You wife kept petting your hair like you were her pet cat, moaning and cooing at you as your feasted on her. You spread her folds, laying kitten licks right onto her reddening bud.

“That’s it, my good girl.” She moaned arching her back of the bed.

“Such a naughty fucking whore,” Daemon rested from spanking your ass red as he spread them to find your cunt soaking wet. Rhaenyra held your head as she ground her pussy into your mouth, coating your chin and nose in her juices.

Daemon rammed his fingers into your cunt, with ease curling them down ward to hammer into your cunt.

“Wanted to be a whore just to come? Go on then, keep fucking coming.” Daemon’s finger’s were persistent. Though his movement were violent, all aimed to make you pay for breaking a rule. You couldn’t ignore his hand that rubbed at your throbbing rear.

Rhaenyra squealed, releasing all over your face, her chest heaving as her orgasm wash over her.

“Daemon,” She reasoned with her husband, hell bent in making their wife pay.

“She’s being good now. You’re going to be good now aren’t you?” She questioned, stroking your cheek.

You said nothing.

Another smack on your arse before Daemon flipped your over. Rhaenyra shuffled your body in between her legs, holding your body steady.

Daemon shuffled into bed, tugging at his cock. Clearly prepared to fuck you into oblivion.

He gave no warning as sharp thrust filled your cunt full of him. He set an unforgiving pace, making your eyes roll back, you cunt already sensitive from your past orgasms. Rhaenyra stroked at your face. Whispering sweet words as Daemon treated you like a common whore.

Such contrast had you hurtling towards yet another orgasm, shuffling away from Daemon as his efforts refused to fail. Both of them held you down as your cried from overstimulation.

“What? I thought you wanted to come? Is this not attention enough for your slutty cunt?” Daemon grunted.

“It’s okay sweet girl. Just one more, give him one more.” She cooed as she reached forward to toy with your swollen bed. You cried out, feeling her fingers roll and flick the nub between her finger.

“Please, please I am sorry.” You begged, highly overwhelmed the throb running through your cunt. “Your grace forgive me.” You cried.

She pressed harder onto your nub, making you scream as you gushed in your husbands cock, his thrust led you through your orgasms as he breathed out his spend within you.

Just as the all dwindled to a static calm, your small cries of apologies and mewls didn’t stop.

“Shh, you did so well,” Rhaenyra kissed your temple “Daemon tell her she was good.” She hissed at her husband.

“I’m sorry,” You whimpered at your husband, he caressed your cheek as he pulled out of your weeping pussy.

“Our pretty zaldrititos.”

[shiyorin]

#A story about Fulgrim and his dear agent

#Reader is Imperial Agent

#Maybe cheesy, I don't know

Celebration raged within the Pride of the Emperor, lauding some recent victory you cared little for. But revelry meant relaxed protocols, a rare chance for reprieve from duty's rigors. And you partook freely, allowing carefree pleasures seldom indulged. Wine flowed rich and heady, loosening inhibitions with each quaff. Laughter came easier as night deepened, lashing you lighter and looser till worries dissolved on fermented tides.

A passing servant refilled your goblet unbidden, bearing a flagon of rare vintages from a paradise world. You sipped appreciatively, tension seeping from tightly-wound muscles under alcohol's warm caress. Drink flowed freely and you eagerly partook, letting wine-soaked revelry carry worries downstream. Hours passed in a haze, surroundings blurring yet warmth spreading through weary limbs. All too soon had bottles emptied, head spinning pleasantly as body sighed surrender.

Rising unsteady, you wandered in search of new diversion. Gaze drifted haphazard across boisterous crowds, latching upon lush plumage amid a flock of preening nobles. Your primarch, lord Perfect stood resplendent, holding court through honeyed words and flashing smiles that once stirred heartstrings.

"Bah, empty flatterers a lot." you grumbled, eyeing Fulgrim's patience enviously.

Memory floated vaguely, had you always found him so striking? Of course. He is lord primarch of III legion. Fulgrim the Perfect. Mind drifted as legs carried you ambling path ever closer, drawn as moth to glorious flame. Fulgrim noticed the approach, bidding flock disperse with practiced grace to spare privacy for he and you.

Fulgrim wrapping you in a steadying arm, concern lit amethyst eyes scanning for injury.

"My agent, have you been drinking again?" he sighed, exasperation battling amusement seeing you wobbling grin.

"My lord, you looked like you needed rescuing," you whispered. "From these swollen head simpletons with their incessant bleating!"

A flash of mischief lit Fulgrim's eyes, eagerly joining any plot to unsettle pomposity. "Indeed, though it seems I must rescue you now!"

Sweeping you up unceremoniously, he deposited you upon his massive arm, smirking at your unnoble like sprawl. You sagged against him, awash in heady scents of exotic perfumes. But then you began wriggling restlessly, limbs flailing with drunken kittenish abandon.

Fulgrim grunted, fighting to maintain balance beneath your inebriated writhing. "My dearest, do cease your fussing or I'll drop you amongst these peacocks!"

You merely giggled uncontrollably, squirming ceaselessly in his chest, nuzzling into it as warmth spread through chilled form. An itch arose beneath the skin, demanding satisfaction. You writhed against him, kneading clawed grip along sculpted arm. A purr rose in your chest, desire demanding release something.

Fulgrim sighed, resigning himself to an undignified struggle until balance prevailed once more.

At last you stilled, slumping bonelessly against Fulgrim's chest. He peered down into your flushed. His fingers stroking your spine in a manner at once soothing yet stirring ominous lusts within.

"Never a dull moment with you, my dearest. Come, let us away before you cause more trouble."

Scooping you close once more, Fulgrim departed. Your laughter is fading into the distance still.

Fulgrim sighed as you squirmed restlessly against his chest, shredding silk robes in an unconscious frenzy before gradually subsiding into exhausted slumber. He gently brushed tangled locks across silk folds now rumpled. Strange to find such unbridled potency contained within frail mortal flesh.

One delicate finger traced your lips, split and swollen from conflict yet no less exquisite. A token caress, but you stirred against him with low purr, seeking warmth instinctively. Fulgrim smiled softly. His touch trailed lower, tracing delicate collarbones bared by rumpled silk, feeling heartbeat quicken.

You sighed drowsily but not stirred from a reluctant nest. Fulgrim paused, gently easing free from rumpled silks cocooning your form, Fulgrim lifted you into strong arms. Your head lolled bonelessly onto silk-clad shoulder. His steps carried both through winding halls to lavish chambers sealed from curious eyes.

Soft silks and plush furs welcomed weary forms, Fulgrim settling you lightly upon awaiting down. You stirred briefly but exhaustion held fast, sighing content as Fulgrim joined you casually amidst luxuries gleaming in lamplight’s golden glow.

One arm curled about your slight waist proprietarily, fingers tracing subtle contours while imagination spun fantasies still. Fulgrim smiled faintly. Your skin bared awaiting revelation by caring touch. He closed eyes languidly.

[straykids-97]

Narcissist

‘Nobody is kinder than the narcissist while you react to life on his terms.’

Seonghwa likes to annoy you, but his favorite thing to do is make you cry…

Warnings: Dom! Seonghwa, sub!reader, dacrypilia (duh), choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), implied relationship, pet names, use of toys, teasing, orgasm denial, safe word (mentioned), aftercare, lmk if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 1.9k 

You shake as Seonghwa breathes down your neck, dusting your hair away to expose your skin. Sometimes, Seonghwa was terrifying, and at other moments you could just pinch his cheeks he was so cute. 

This was not one of his adorable moments. In fact, if you called him cute at the current moment, he might actually rip you apart. He was the exact negative of cute. Which would be scary. 

He was prowling around you as he tested the rope that exposed your lingerie-clad body. As much as he preferred you being naked, he also enjoyed seeing your skin decorated in dainty lace. It made him feel more masculine that way. 

He took a few steps back, inhaling as he drummed his chin with his forefinger in reflection. You observed him as he pursed his lips. “I don’t think you’ll be escaping out of this unless I let you.” He winked. Any other time you might have giggled at the gesture, but you were currently in no position to annoy him at the moment. 

Ever since you had initiated the arrangement to allow him to take his stress out on you, via sex, it seems that he has just ramped up the kinkiness level. Not that you minded, it made your sex-escapades more interesting. However, presently, you were a little kittenish about how things were playing out. You never ended up half-poised at the foot of Seonghwa’s bed, spread and exposed just for him. It was something new, something you never experienced before. Something that Seonghwa desired was firsts; specifically with you. 

Seonghwa strolled around his room, to his closet, out of your line of sight, making you take a deep breath. He hid a box of things in his closet that he rarely got out of. He must be really frustrated tonight, you ponder as you listen to him rummaging around. You begin to nervously fidget when it goes quiet, and you no longer hear him moving around. You peeked up to see if he was standing beside his bed, but couldn’t see him. So you shift to look to the other side and find him leaning against the bed frame, making you gasp. He was as muted as a mouse and it scared you often. He was carrying two things in his hands; a feather tickler and a remote. You watch as Seonghwa sits beside you, leaning against your thigh, enveloping his arm around your leg. His back is to you as he speaks, “I should have been more prepared,” he laughs to himself, as he holds up the remote to show you what it is that he’s holding “I recently learned about these,” he giggles, “I suppose I’m a little on the late side but,” he sighs, revolving around your leg and kneeling between your knees. “I would love to try these on you, baby doll.” his voice came out in a purr. You take a deep breath as he reveals a second part to the remote; a bullet vibrator. He slowly rises to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He appeared like a lion, his cat-like features overcast in the dim light of his bedroom- they seemed even darker as he crept around you, preying upon you. You felt fear stab at your heart for a moment, until he pauses, his eyes softening when he sees the uncertainty in your eyes. “Do you remember your safe word, y/n?” You feebly nod, “Peaches.” He softly smiles at you and offers you a soft kiss before he pulled away, his eyes returning immediately to the predatory glare from before. You eye Seonghwa moves toward his chair, dragging it closer to you and placing the feather toy on it, turning to face you once again. “Be a good girl, spread your legs so we can put this where it belongs.” He waggles the vibrator in the air as he methodically moves toward you. You shudder, timidly doing as he tells you without hesitation. 

He kneels between your knees, his warm palms rubbing soothing circles in your skin as he gropes you. Comforting you that he isn’t going to hurt you as he looks into your eyes. Your mouth parts as he swipes his tongue across the toy, wetting it with his saliva and moving your sheer panties to the side, “Move your hips forward a little, baby.” Again, you obey, your breath starting to pick up as your adrenaline spikes. 

The toy slides into place and he’s back on his feet, treading back to his chair to get the other toy. You wait, Watching him as he seems to consider and weigh his options. Seonghwa twirls the feather toy around in his grasp as he slowly makes his way back to you. Your heartbeat picks up, and you start to pant. "You will keep your legs open." He begins to say, pulling the small remote from his sweatpants pocket. Seonghwa continues, "You close them," he glares into your eyes. You momentarily forget to breathe. There was a sexy wickedness brewing, stirring up his usual warm brown eyes, mixing them with a darker emotion. You gulp down air as he leans into your face, his minty breath chilling your flushed skin as he speaks again. "There's worse things in my closet other than these two meek toys.." he pulls away and starts your torture.

     You had lost count of how many times Satan Spawn brought you to the edge of toe-curling bliss only to watch you come down, leaving you unsatisfied; time and time again. You weren't sure if it was the agony of Seonghwa continuously denying you the orgasm of the century, or if it was out of annoyance, but tears began to prick at the edge of your eyes. Trying to conceal your embarrassment, you try to hide your face. Seonghwa sees and ceases all movement to speak. "Are you crying, Princess?" You don't respond, so he grabs your cheeks and twists your face up to display your wet cheeks. He looks stunned at first, taken aback even. And you think maybe, just maybe he'll soften up on you but what he does next takes you by surprise. 

He begins to laugh.

Seonghwa laughs mockingly at you as hot tears stream down your face. He grips your cheeks, causing your lips to pout, “Awh, my poor baby can’t help but cry?” His laugh echoes around his room as he rests his hand on the rope that held you suspended to the four poster bed, jiggling it as he spoke, “does it hurt? Or do you like it when I make you feel like this?”

You don't know how to answer. You can't even think of constructing phrases. He liked that he made you cry. He giggles even harder as the actualization hits you. "You're so naive and sweet," his warm palm wraps around your throat, squeezing slightly as he continues, "seeing you so helpless is what really gets me off. And what's more vulnerable than crying?” He purrs, his tongue lapping at your lips. "You even taste sweet." he chuckles, reaching between your legs and taking out the only thing providing you any amount of relief. You whimper, "No! Seonghwa!" he chortles but disregards your petitions. You beg him as he puts the toy on his dresser shifting to glimpse at your conquered figure. He tutts at you, "have you had enough, Princess?" You don't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he won, that he managed to break you. But, you didn't know how much more you could handle. You lift your head to look at him, feebly nodding. Seoughwa pouts, "I couldn't hear you, speak up doll." You let out a defeated breath, "Yes." 

It was almost instant; how fast Seonghwa freed your tired, red wrists from their binding. "You did so well baby." He coos as he presses soft kisses to your skin. Seonghwa assists you to your feet and steers you to his bed, "Lie down." he instructs. You do as he says, laying back on the mattress, embracing the soft feeling of the bedding. Seonghwa quickly undresses and hovers over your body, placing open-mouthed, wet kisses all over your body. You start to squirm, not desiring to keep on being refused for the night, "Hwa-" You stop when you feel his fingers dig into your weeping cunt. Your eyes rolled back as he expertly found that gooey spot, "Baby," he breathed out, his breath coming out in husky pants. You mewl softly as he sucks in your neck, replacing his fingers with his dick. You both gasp, finally feeling satisfied for the first time all night. He slowly rolls his hips forward, holding his breath as he tests the waters. "Baby," he growls, burying his face in your chest. You shudder, clawing his back when he snaps his hips into yours. Seonghwa grunts, "Fuck." He shivers plowing into you mercilessly; not caring if anyone could hear you now. 

"I own you, y/n.” Seonghwa growls, snatching your throat. You wrap your hand around his wrist, "No one will ever make you feel like this." You let out a strangled sob as you watch his narrow hips pound against your thighs. He chuckles darkly, his eyes following your gaze, " You like watching, baby?" You whine as he squeezes your throat tighter, but not tight enough to hurt you.  Seonghwa’s head lulls between his shoulder blades, and he lets go of your neck. He moves his hands to your thighs, pressing them flat against your tummy. You both groan at the feeling of a new position; his cock hitting deeper inside of you made your toes curl. Seonghwa groans, picking up the pace, and that's when you feel that familiar burning in your groin. "Please!" You cry, holding Seonghwa by his wrist. When you say his name, he only growls in reply. You pant, face and neck becoming flush with your impending orgasm. Eyes rolling back into your head, your orgasm bathes you in the bliss you had been chasing all night. It’s what you wanted, what you cried for. Your orgasm flowed through you with such fierce intensity that Seonghwa had to slow down. He observes you in awe, before continuing, pursuing his own high. 

Cussing to himself, you feel his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. You whimper, peeking up at him to find his darkened, lust-filled eyes staring into yours. He bites his lip, and pulls out, spilling his seed all over your tummy and thighs. He lets out a final huff, slumping beside you and staring up at the ceiling. You both pant for a moment before Seonghwa rolls over to check on you. After making sure you're alright, he helps you clean up, then holds you under the covers until you fall asleep. When he's certain you're out, he slips out of bed and puts away the toys after cleaning them. He stands in his closet, staring at the black box that he made sure remained out of sight. Unsure of the amount of time he stood there staring at the black box, he finally sighs. The only thing bringing him back to earth was the sound of your soft whimper coming from his bed. A small smile appears on his face, knowing he will soon need a bigger box, and somewhere else to hide his new obsession. Seonghwa giggled to himself as he turns to leave his closet, turning the light off as he went, and making sure to close his closet to hide his deepest, darkest secret in the darkness of his closet.  

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So last week I saw the UK/Int tour of Cats in Switzerland and oh. My. GOD. I have thoughts and I am going to share them right now! I have vaguely attempted to keep them organised by timeline/character but I scribbled these down at the intermission and on the bus back to my hotel as quickly as I could before I forgot anything (fully made myself travel sick but it was worth it).

Act 1

First thing I noticed was that Demeter, at the start, was so shy and skittish around the other Cats. I think they were definitely playing into the idea that she had just escaped Macavity and come home. The only one she was ok with right away was Bombalurina. They two were so sweet together – Bomba was always making sure she was ok. Dem got really into her role in the Gumbie trio and was having a great old time.

TumbleBailey got to ride on the flying trapeze during JSFJC and he was living his best life. The boy was not happy unless he was gymnastic-ing.

The lift that Munkustrap and Victoria did in ‘98 was done by Coricopat and Tantomile which I thought was fun! Always happy for my boy to get more screen time 💪

Side note: This is my third time seeing Cats, but because of Covid it was my first time getting to see the Cats all come in down the aisles at the start wearing the green goggles! I was in the front row, so I didn’t get the full effect, but it was still cool.

Tugger’s song was so much fun. Harrison Wilde was so energetic! During the number he came down off the stage into the audience (again the first time I got to see this!), and began twirling the security lady and dancing with her. 11/10. Bomba was SO PUT OUT when he said “no” and booped her away – like, she was raging, it was so funny. Munk was so annoyed the whole time. Peak big brother energy.

I got the impression almost right away that Jennyanydots is Cori and Tanto’s mum, they were interacting quite a lot and she was always looking after them. Ditto with Skimbleshanks and Jemima - he was definitely her dad - he was so protective of her when Grizabella showed up, it was adorable! I hadn’t considered that relationship before (despite my love of Skimbledad), so it was super fun.

This Misto does not like rice pudding, this is not a drill! The face he pulled during that line in Bustopher Jones was hilarious, he looked so disgusted. Misto was definitely more of an adult than he was in ‘98 or the Broadway Revival. Liam Mower is a bloody FANTASTIC dancer; I couldn’t take my eyes off him! He was clearly loving life and I appreciated every moment.

This production said Casslonzo RIGHTS and we love to see it. They kept on snuggling up to each other when they were in the background and you can bet your ass I noticed EVERY TIME. We stan a power couple of protectors. Alonzo’s actor Sebastian Goffin's voice was so deep and I was LIVING. Like I was not expecting this voice to come out of this man. Twas brilliant. Cassandra was so beautiful I nearly cried like ma’am PLEASE HAVE MERCY. She was definitely an obvious protector with how she was always looking out for the other Cats. Also during the first song she was lying right in front of me and I had to try so hard not to explode.

Old Deuteronomy was such a loving dad to everyone, he had such a warm vibe and energy and I just wanted to hug him! Like all of these Cats were his babies and he adored them all. He and Jerrie and Teazer had a wee “oh, you”/slightly nervous giggling moment when they had just come back on stage after getting busted in their number and it was excellent.

Cori and Tanto were definitely portrayed as younger than they were in ‘98. Cori in particular reminded me of Misto from ‘98; like an adult and everything, but a young one who still had a bit of kittenish energy. Their wigs were pleated up the sides which I thought was unique and cool, I don’t think I’ve seen Cats wigs like that before! Cori was so pissed when Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer ran under his and Tanto’s arms during the back-and-forth dialogue-y bit of the Jellicle Ball and interrupted them. He enjoyed hissing a lot which I can respect. Nothing but love for my hissy prince. I actually think Milan was covered by a swing on my night. There wasn’t anything saying so, but I don’t think it was Milan? Idk, it could’ve just been the lights or my position. Either way, loved her. This tour gave the twins so many characteristics unique to it and they will definitely affect my headcanons from now on.

RETURN OF THE SKIMBLETABLE.

Ok but every time Grizabella showed up, Munk genuinely looked like he wanted to/was about to cry, which I thought was an awesome bit of character work. I really got the impression that she was his mum, and she had abandoned him when she left the tribe. Russell Dickson was trying to make me feel things and he succeeded, I was so invested in his performance.

Also, during the ball, he was sitting just below Old Doots on his tyre who was patting his shoulders. A WHOLE DAD AND HIS BOY.

Jemima’s actress Lottie Stephens was also a fantastic dancer who was leaning just on the edge of cryptid and I loved it.

Plato spent a lot of time trying to look like a very distinguished boy and it was so cute. He definitely still had some kittenish moments though. He wass definitely learning to be a protector; every time there was a protector moment on stage he was there, just to the side or behind the others, looking nervous but wanting to make Munk and co. proud.

Act 2

OK OK OK Moments of Happiness? Not usually my favourite song of the show, but there were two excellent moments of personal happiness for me. First, Shakeel’s Cori slinked right over in front of my seat and I became even more unhinged than before, to the surprise of probably 0 people. But SECOND was omg, so Demeter and Munk were sitting a bit apart at the front of the stage and the atmosphere and chemistry between them was literally off the charts. Dem had become more comfy around most of the other Cats throughout Act 1, but here she was acting really nervous and shy. So the two of them locked eyes for a moment and it was EVERYTHING. Like I cannot describe in a human language what they made me feel at that moment but it was SO MANY. Dem almost immediately looked away all shy like, but Munk kept looking at her until the end of the song in the most softest beautiful way. Like omg the acting was SO GOOD and I’m still not normal about it. Like you could tell both of them really liked each other but were too nervous to do anything about it and inside I was screeching infinitely.

Jellylorum my Queen. Aimee Hodnett was actually mind blowing I was totally enraptured. Her expressions and vocals were outstanding. When Old Doots said to Gus “you could do it again” before Pekes and Polls her face was like ‘exsqueeze me sir what are you doing? Desist immediately!’ But then she got involved and it was great.

I really enjoyed that Gus and Munk shared the narration of Pekes and Polls. Gus’ actor Hal Fowler was so expressive and dramatic and everyone was loving it and laughing along with him, and Munk still got his stressed-theatre-director moment.

TumbleBailey was super put out when Gus had his “youths today” lines, like, he proper turned around, folded his arms, and sulked. He was a whole baby and it was precious. PounceBucketty looked a bit more maturely cowed (he was definitelythe big brother of the two), but Cori was actually DEVO’D. Like my boy was so hurt, he needed a big hug from Tanto before Skimble’s song started. Tbh my reaction to Shakeel’s acting throughout the show was practically feral. On the outside I was calm, but inside it was like Guy Fawkes Night, Christmas, and Hogmanay all rolled into one.

Both Cori and Jerrie seemed to be close pals with Tugger – Cori even got a Tugger hug at one point. Shakeel’s Cori is very cuddly and I love it with all my soul. He doesn’t seem to like Jerrie all that much though, which is hilarious to me as a dedicated Coricojerrie stan. Good thing enemies to lovers is a popular trope amirite 👀

Jerrie has so much respect for Skimble it was so sweet. He was really active all throughout his song, helping him out and pointing out when others weren’t doing what they should be (the irony) during the “hilarity and riot” lines. Top notch stuff. He was also the bottom step of the Skimblestairs at the end of the song.

He definitely has respect for Alonzo as well, he was always on his best behaviour when Lonz was nearby. I loved these little character relationship decisions SO MUCH, like you could tell the actors had put a lot of thought into their characters and that they truly cared about the show.

Bomba was in the background for parts of Skimbleshanks, but she started making flexing motions at the “weak or strong” line and Tugger was next to her ooh-ing and ahh-ing appropriately. It sparked so much joy y’all I love her forever.

SPEAKING OF BOMBA HYPE – Macavity. Omg the song slapped! Dem was super spooked, but Bomba? She was absolutely ripping the piss out of Macavity and I loved every second. Not a single facial expression missed, every one clearly read: oh, you think you’re hot stuff? You’ve got NOTHING YOU LOSER. She was so smirky and sassy, almost like she was challenging him to come and have a go.

Macavity Fight was A++ 5 gold stars stuff. Demeter has a moment when “Old Doots” comes back, and it was great how at first everyone was like, “girl wtf get a grip,” only to be like OMG MACAVITY when my Queen rips into him. Mac starts to drag Dem away and then Munk starts to batter him. The fight was super dramatic and gripping, and when Munk went down he went down HARD. But then we got this magical moment when the whole tribe was like “NOT TODAY SATAN” and started fighting back together, and I feel like this production made more out of this moment than others do. Of course it wrecked me, because I am weak. (Also the Cat standing over Munk and protecting him was my angel Cori so I was delighted by that.) After that, Dem and Munk said Demestrap supremacy and the image was so magical of them nuzzling in the light of the single lamp when everything else was dark, it was *chef's kiss*.

So like, I was never sure why I wasn’t the biggest fan of the new Quaxo look for this tour, but now I think it’s because it’s just a bit too different from the Mistoffelees costume? Like I know Jenny also has a really dramatic costume change, but that change happens on stage and we see her transform. But for Misto, this change happens off-stage and we don’t get to see it, so it just seems a bit less smooth of a transition. I know Mistoffelees is kinda like the stage persona of Quaxo, but I guess I prefer it when they’re clearly the same Cat. I presume this was intentional but, and you’re supposed to be like, omg is that really him? But idk, just not my personal fave.

Having said that, IT WAS STILL LITERALLY THE BEST PART OF THE SHOW FOR ME. Because I’m Misto trash so I guess it doesn’t matter. I really liked that they made it a Tugger solo again, I like that a bit better than the duet. Everyone was appropriately surprised and awed at the magic, but it obviously was not new information to Tugger, who was standing there like, “oh, haven’t you heard?”. And the only word for his expression when the dance solo started was adoration, it was so lovely how enamoured he was. And the slow lines when Tugger addresses Old D were so soft and loving and I die. So my hc for this production is that they were close friends up till this point (and Tugger is the only one who knew about the magic), and this is when Tugger realises, oh, I LIKE like him. May write a thing around this later because I am predictable and basic and easily pleased. Also Cass was so nervous about being Misto’s chosen assistant – she wasn’t even volunteering when he picked her! It was such a cute moment.

Then there was more Casslonzo lounging in the background when Grizzy showed up again. Ok so all throughout the show I was worried about Memory, because Jacinta White started really strong in Act 1, and she did again with her big solo and I was like, oh no this is going to fizzle where can it go from here? I have never been happier to be a fool and a jester. That woman has some set of pipes I was blown away. Think my jaw might have literally dropped.

The bows were fab, but especially TumbleBailey. He came out last as usual and did his flippy flips across the stage, but then he decided to do an extra backwards one, and I don't think it was planned as he nearly kicked Jacinta and Martin (Doots) in the face and they looked surprised. Either that or they're really good actors! Everyone was fine though, and they were laughing about it.

But yeah. So glad I splurged on my Swiss weekend and saw this show. Worth it.

FIN

[razorfst]

➥   𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒊  𝒕𝒐  𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕  ,  the  little  wolf  roused  softly  by  the  gentle  movement  of  towering  frame  .  ❝  aht  –  nuh  uh  ,  ❞  chirps  in  quick  response  ,    rotated  to  throw  an  arm  about  chiseled  torso  as  the  romanian  sits  up  .  ❝   not  yet  ,  ❞  mumbles  assertively  through  a  quiet  yawn  ,  slender  figure  hoisted  sleepily  up  onto  to  the  broad  expanse  of  his  lap  as  rosy  brims  jut  forth  to  claim  those  of  her  husband  .  ❝ la  mulți  ani  ,  dragoste  ,  ❞  grins  with  enamored  reverence  for  all  that  he  is  ;  all  that  he  has  allowed  her  to  become  .  ❝  am  o  mulțime  de  planuri  pentru  astăzi  ;   sper  că  v-ați  eliberat  programul  .  ❞  one  slender  forelimb  loops  about  the  neck  of  the  mafioso  ,  minute  digits  of  the  other  tangling  into  the  scruff  of  his  beard  as  the  tip  of  an  elfin  thumb  dips  briefly  past  stoic  brims  .  ❝ micul  dejun  nu  va  fi  gata  decât  peste  o  oră  ;  cerere  specială  .  ❞  kittenish  simper  flexes  prominent  dimples  as  she  savors  the  embrace  ,  passionate  lip  lock  reengaged  .

𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇  𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆  𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏  𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏  ,   giggles  bubble  warmly  into  the  lips  of  her  soulmate  as  fingers  curve  about  the  rear  of  his  neck  .  ❝  i'm  kidding  ,  by  the  way  ;  i  know  you  would  never  clear  your  schedule  for  your  own  birthday  . . .  so  i  had  cezar  do  it  for  you  .  ❞  gentle  shushes  prevent  any  protest  ,  subject  abandoned  in  favor  of  one  proven  preferable  as  rosy  pout  peppers  kisses  down  the  length  of  bearded  countenance  .  ❝  he's  got  it  ,  don't  worry  ;  said  it  was  a  light  day  ,  anyway  .  ❞  reassurances  uttered  soothingly  as  digits  massage  tenderly  the  base  of  andrei's  scalp  ,  parted  brims  meandering  back  until  just  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .  ❝  you  do  so  much  for  all  of  us  every  day  of  the  year  ,  baby  . . .  va  trebui  să  te  obișnuiești  să  am  eu  grijă  de  tine  într-o  zi  .  ❞  expression  one  of  solemn  sincerity  ,  though  glossy  pout  upturns  at  the  borders  as  slender  hips  shimmy  impishly  within  his  lap  .  ❝  for  now  we  gotta  get  a  move  on  ,  though  ;  some  staff  members  are  gonna  walk  in  here  with  a  shit  ton  of  brunch  innnnn  . . .  fifty  three  minutes  ,   and  we  should  probably  try  not  to  traumatize  them  .  ❞

( we're not gonna talk about the pink i can't do my blue in the ask box okay 😭🔪 )

Andrei's Birthday | Accepting | @lupaeus

As always, he was moving to get up to start the day like any other. The date having on significance in his mind as he began to lift himself from the bed without waking her up only to be stopped by the arm of his wife against his form. Brow furrowed as he settled back down upon the bed in a more comfortable but seated position. Normally she wasn't awake as early as he was, which made this all the more confusing until he fully realizes what she is doing as she slides upon his lap. The kiss the beginning of the giveaway as he knows what day it is which means she does as well.And then came the words, a deep breath taken in and let out slowly as he nods slightly showing he understood and at least appreciated her sentiment at acknowledging the day. And he could live with that and only that before continuing his day. However, it seemed that wasn't what she had in mind, brow furrowing as she spoke on about the plans for the day as vague as they were. Though if this was how the day was going to start then he couldn't entirely complain. Lips finding her's once more as she mumbles something about breakfast being on its way in an hour. He could live with that, but if this was all they were going to do then that was more than fine in his mind. This day wasn't a big deal to him, she knew that.

And then she pulls away again, brow furrowing as he had been perfectly content with claiming her lips over and over before leading into other birthday activities. He should have known, a brief shake of his head is given as he hated sometimes how well she knew him. "You didn't have to do that, really." He half mumbles, morning voice still evident as he speaks. "You know how I feel about this." Andrei adds as he lets her continue to place kiss after kiss upon countenance. Yet there was no fight from him in the process, the feeling of her touch always soothing and relaxing the Romanian. In a way he knew better than to argue with her, she was as stubborn as he could be and that alone meant arguing with her would be difficult. "You don't...." He sighs, though giving slightly in to the feeling of her. "There's no point in saying no, is there?" Andrei finally admits in a question as he gives her a look before shaking his head, all the while a small smile begins to form upon his lips as she moves her hips. For now he could live with this. His hands move to her hips, giving a small squeeze before they snake up her back to press her against him as lips claim her's again. "I don't care what they see, I'm going to have you then."

[rejectdolls]

@thesoulbound​ asked: “What do you dream about?” (jd to deana) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 : 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

          “you  mean  the  stuff  that  happens  in  some  pretty  intense  REM?  because  if  you  promise  not  to  think  i’m  a  complete  fruit  loop,”  deana  teases  with  a  kittenish  smirk,  moody  teal  eyes  flickering  with  delight.  her  subconscious  is  another  dimension.  “some  of  my  dreams  are  pretty  mundane,  if  not  a  little  weird.  like  being  in  my  old  house,  or  walking  to  dairy  queen  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  others...  get  even  weirder,”  dark  brows  lift,  a  playful  warning.  “as  in  seeing  three  moons  in  the  sky,  being  trapped  in  liminal  spaces  ...  or  sitting  in  the  art  classroom  while  the  teacher  tells  me  i  have  spirits  attached  to  me,  as  in  dark  entities  and  paranormal  stuff.  like  that  movie  poltergeist.”  she’ll  never  forget  that  one.  “or...  just  this  ominous  feeling  that  something's  going  to  happen,”  she  divulges  in  a  slightly  darker  tone,  gaze  falling  into  nothing  in  particular  as  they  play  out  in  her  mind’s  eye  and  take  her  back  to  a  nebulous  fog.  it’s  always  with  someone  she  knows,  this  vague  anxiety  making  her  reluctant  to  leave  them  because  she  senses  their  fate.   whether  they’re  dreams  or  premonitions,  she  isn’t  too  sure  she  wants  to  know.   deana’s  able  to  snap  back  to  the  present,  though,  amusement  returning  to  her  pale  visage.

        “but  if  we’re  talking  wishes  and  aspirations,  i  would  love  to  go  to  italy  someday.  rome,  the  colosseum,  the  ruins  of  pompeii.  i’ve  always  found  that  fascinating...  not  to  mention  world  class  pizza.”  she  giggles,  frisky  smirk  blossoming  as  black  kohl  lined  eyes  study  jd  with  curiosity.  “what  about  you?”