#look at his dainty fingers 😩

[steadydizzydreamer]

Ummm… JAMES!!! If that’s not Robert’s hand I don’t want to see you holding it.

[twinkodium]

oscar today in abu dhabi for post season testing

[lewisvinga]

my girls | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; max being the absolute best girl dad to y/n’s daughter, even if she isn’t his

fc; zara goedemans

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! girl dad girl dad girl dad

masterlist !

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maxverstappen1: little vacation with my favorite girls 🩷

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: maxxxxx, we 💗 uuuuuuu

maxverstappen1: i 💗 u both

yourusername: sure you enjoyed amelia’s crying 😞

maxverstappen1: it just gave me an excuse to hold her the whole flight 😁

username: omg y/n is glowingggg🥹

username: the lv neverfull, omg she’s such a mom 😩

username: amelia’s outfit 🙁🙁🙁

username: max has a daughter?

username: no, amelia’s dad is someone else! y/n explained her ex wasn’t the greatest & he left when she found out she was pregnant at 6 wks! she knew max from before so they got closer and started dating when she was abt 4 months :))

username: he’s not the step father, he’s the father that stepped up 💯💯💯💯

username: her wrist stack is so cute n dainty i love

username: “my favorite girls” I LOVE GIRL DAD MAX😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername: #tbt to when my angel was still in my tummy 🥹 i must admit, i miss her little kicks💗🙈

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: glowing then & glowing now😍

yourusername: max it’s because you won’t let me lift a finger, before & after having amelia 😩

maxverstappen1: you and amelia just gotta sit there n look pretty 😁

username: the picture of max w his hands on her belly i’m so💔💔💔

username: the black dress is so😍😩

lilymhe: WOW HOT MAMA, hot then and hot now😍😍😩😩

yourusername: lilssss🙈🙈

username: her pregnancy glow>>>

username: the pink tracksuit is so iconic tbh

username: her pregnancy era was truly iconic ✨

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re always gorgeous but the bump suited you so much !🥰🥰

yourusername: awh alex🥹🫶 & tbh i miss my bump, she was a cutie 🙁

username: i don’t think i’ll ever get over max’s comments abt y/n😣

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; tbt to when i was 7 months pregnant and max was binge watching youtube videos abt childbirth and how to take care of babies 🥸🥸] [caption 2; fast forward to now, he’s the best dad for baby lia 💗]

maxverstappen1 replied to your story !

maxverstappen1 not you exposing me 😩

yourusername LMAO sorry babe😭😭

yourusername was going through my old pictures and found it😩

maxverstappen1 i was just trying to make sure i’ll take care of amelia right !

yourusername and you do! you’re the best father itw🤓

maxverstappen1 i love her like she’s mine🙁🙁

yourusername max, just bc you’re not her biological father, you are her father. you’ve been more of a father than my ex whom hasn’t even tried to contact me since i told him 😕

yourusername you ARE amelia’s father, you’re the greatest father for her. i told you you were worrying for no reason about being a bad father because you truly are the best !!😁

yourusername amelia and i are so lucky to have you💗💗

maxverstappen1 i was not expecting to cry right before fp1 wow

maxverstappen1 and i promise to be the best for you both, for my girls❤️

yourusername max🥹🥹🥹 i love you

yourusername now go drive n be super fast

maxverstappen1 i love you too❤️ and i’ll be super fast for you and lia🥸

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yourusername: one year with one of the most important men in our lives. thank you for being there when amelia and i needed you and thank you for being the father she needs. i’m grateful for you everyday. i love you💓💓

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danielricciardo: YOU MADE HIM CRY ON THE PADDOCK LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: IM JUST SWEATING.

yourusername: awwww maxie😭😭😭

maxverstappen1: you’re both huge blessings in my life, schat. i love you and amelia ❤️

yourusername: i love you🥹

username: IM CRYING

username: why am i crying over a couple who doesn’t know me on this fine friday afternoon

username: him w amelia im gonna shed tears

username: the last picture 😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: y/n looks so happy w him compared to her ex i love it🙁🙁

lilymhe: happy anniversary u two… esp to u hot mawma 🙈🙈🙈

yourusername: 🙈🙈🙈

maxverstappen1: stop trying to steal my gf on our anniversary

alex_albon: iAGREE

username: LMFAOO

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maxverstappen1: one year with the most special woman in my life and the most special girl. i will always be here to protect my girls. to a year and counting with the most beautiful woman! i love you, always❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux: awe you’re making her cry ( congratulations you two🫶 )

yourusername: ITS MY HORMONES 😣😣 ( thank you bae🙈 )

maxverstappen1: 😁😁😁

yourusername: maxie🥹🥹🥹 we love you sooo much🫶🫶

maxverstappen1: i love my girls❤️

username: ‘MY GIRLS’ IM GONNA SOB

username: he’s actually the most perf dad

username: stoppp y/n looks so good im the kart picture, she rlly glows as a motherrr

username: y/n is gorgeous wow😍

username: MY PARENTSS🥹🥹🥹

username: they’ve only been dating for a year??? it feels like it’s been ages🥺🥺

username: ikr! they’ve been friends for so long that’s why it feels like it’s longer😩

username: the picture of y/n’s bump n max holding her🙁🙁🙁🙁

username: gosh i adore them

username: max rlly is the ultimate girl dad pls

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

may i request miguel’s big heavy balls worship? 🫠👉👈

ugh so cute😩

nsfw thoughts below // {18+ fem!reader, mdni}

I just know he loves his balls being played with!! he loves the light, delicate touch of your hand wrapped around his big balls. your grip is always much softer than his own, and he loves how careful you are with them, how gentle you are.

miguel loves how big and full they look in your dainty hand, how heavy they feel resting in your palm. he loves when you kiss them, how light you'd peck his large balls- much like how you were worshipping them. he loves that you'd be so caring to something so seemingly ugly.

he loves it even more when you slobber over the head of his cock, his leaking tip resting between your lips as you focus your attention on his balls. rolling them in your palm as you give his dick little kitten licks, swiping over the beads of precum.

miguel loves the difference in your sizes, how his already-mammoth cock would look almost montourous in your grasp, twitching and pulsing in your soft palm. he loved how you'd barely fit your hand around it, fingers centimetres from becoming a closed fist.

he loved you with your head between his thighs, and a mouthful of his balls <3

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[thef1diary]

Thinking about dirtbag! Carlos once the piercings are fully healed…. Thinking about the CLAMPS😩 (ps theyre amazing🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

Happy friday!! I hope you have an amazing days gorgeous

- ❄️

— Carlos is a boob guy, you cannot convince me otherwise. Of course he’ll bedazzle your piercings 🤭 18+ content below

Carlos’s grin is pure sin as he tilts his head back against the couch, his dark eyes fixed on you perched in his lap. His cock is buried deep inside your pussy, filling you completely. The heat of him is relentless as you sit there to warm him, bare and trembling.

He reaches for the box sitting on the coffee table, his cock thrusting deeper in you as he moves, earning a sudden moan from you. Settled back, he lifts the lid to reveal the jewelry he’s picked out. Your breath hitches when you see it—a delicate, intricate set of silver chains. The centerpiece is a choker-style necklace with a dainty heart and crescent moon charm. From the necklace, two thin chains cascade down to attach to the new bars for your nipple piercings. Every link gleams under the light, teasingly sensual yet elegant.

He smirks, watching your eyes widen at the intricate design. “You got these pretty little things for me,” he murmurs, leaning close to brush his lips over your ear. “It’s only fair I get to dress you up, isn’t it?”

You nod, your breath catching as he takes the first barbell and tilts your chin up. “Hold still,” he orders, his voice a deep rasp that shoots straight to your cunt.

With one hand, he gently holds your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, making your nipple pebble beneath his touch. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you gasp softly as he carefully twists out the old barbell. The new one slides into place, cool and slightly heavier, and he takes his time securing it. His fingers graze your heated skin, his movements deliberate, almost torturous.

When the first chain drapes down, the metal kisses your chest, the weight pulling slightly as it links to the choker around your neck. Carlos hums in satisfaction, his free hand gripping your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer against him.

“Look at you,” he says, his eyes flickering with something dark and possessive. “Sitting so pretty for me, letting me play with you like this. You’re my little fuck doll, aren’t you, nena?”

You try to respond, but the words catch in your throat as he moves to your other nipple, repeating the process with maddening slowness. By the time he’s done, your chest feels heavy, your nipples hypersensitive from his teasing.

Carlos leans back to admire his work, his hands trailing down your sides, stopping just at your hips. “Not done yet, princesa,” he murmurs. “I’ve got something else for you.”

He picks up another object from the box: weighted nipple clamps, both adorned with a small dangling weight. The weights are subtle but heavy enough to promise that every move you make will remind you of their presence. Carlos’s smirk widens as he watches your reaction, his hand sliding up your thigh, finding your cunt stretched around his cock. He teases your clit, circling around it, feeling your wetness drip further down his cock, soaking his thighs.

“Carlos,” you rasp, already feeling the anticipation of the clamps on your nipples.

“Relax,” he says, his voice dripping with lazy confidence. “You’ll love it.”

His fingers pinch your nipples, the sensation sharp enough to make your thighs tremble against his. The first clamp snaps into place, the weight dragging just enough to send another jolt of sensation straight to your core. He does the same with the other, each tug and adjustment drawing whimpers you can’t hold back.

Carlos hums, watching you with open hunger as the weights sway and shift with every subtle movement. “Look at you, nena,” he says, gripping the chain to pull you flush against him. “So perfect, completely mine.”

He tilts your chin up, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless. The weights move with every grind of your hips, the constant tugging a delicious torment that only makes you want more.

Carlos grips the chain connecting the piercings, giving it a gentle pull that has you whimpering. “Feel that?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “Every little tug, every pull—that’s me reminding you who you belong to.”

You can only nod, your thighs trembling as his hand moves to tease your clit, his touch maddeningly light. The chains sway with every movement, the weights pulling on your sensitive nipples as Carlos toys with you, his cock twitching inside you.

“Ride me,” he growls against your lips, his hands guiding your hips into motion. “Show me how much you need it.”

The weights bounce and shift with every roll of your hips, the added sensation making you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. Carlos grasps the chain again, using it to pull you closer, to control the rhythm until you’re completely at his mercy.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with praise. “Take what you need.”

And you do, losing yourself in him, every movement pushing you closer to your orgasm.

want more dirtbag!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[rivatar]

“Love Bites”

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam x fem!human!reader

W/c: 1.2k

Warnings/content: MDNI smut!, biting/marking, blood thirsty neteyam, a lil somnophilia but not much, established relationship, fingering, demon Teyam

A/n: this is prompt 6 for Pandora’s Bloody Moon, I’m sorry it’s 2 days late, I was so busy this weekend😩 also I’m sorry if it’s not good, it’s def not my best work but still hope you guys can enjoy :)

“I’ll see you tomorrow, paskalin,” Neteyam sweetly bid you goodbye with a peck on the cheek.

“Okay, Teyam,” you softly smiled in return.

He had walked you back to the lab and as much as you both stalled already, it was time to part ways. The upcoming Blood Moon tonight meant an early goodbye for the day. You two have been dating for months now, and the future Olo’eyktan has made it clear he wants to be mates with you, only when you were ready. However, it is not always easy handling your differences between your two species. Like tonight, for example; all the other Na’vi could participate in the night of the Blood Moon but you couldn’t, you’d be ripped apart and possibly killed. So, Neteyam made sure you were safe and sound back in your room in the lab complex well before nighttime settled in. He couldn’t have his little paskalin get eaten by the wolves.

…

Neteyam missed you at dinner but he knew it was for the best. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Safe from the others and even himself. He didn’t know what he would be capable of doing to you. He didn’t even wanna be anywhere near his family, so he set off deep into the forest.

It was now eclipse and the Moon made its appearance. The moonlight made his skin tingle and he watched in bewilderment as his skin faded from azure to a milky gray. Though this happens every year, it never fails to bring an unsettling feeling of not having control over the effects. His breaths quickened and he felt strength and power spread through his limbs, creating the urge to break something. His little bioluminescent freckles turned to red speckles, much like the red irises he now possessed. His brain was processing the physical changes to his body as well as the feelings and urges that flooded his mind. His tongue felt his sharper canines and he thirsted for blood. Not just any blood though, your blood. He imagined your human blood would be much sweeter than anything else here. He knew his right mind was slipping away when his body naturally started carrying him in the direction of you.

…

He forcefully entered the lab and went straight to your room. Opening the door carefully, as to not wake you.

You were peacefully sleeping away, probably having sweet dreams. In the very back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t disturb you— knew he shouldn’t wake you and then watch you be terrified of the way he looked right now. But his instincts consumed him and controlled his thoughts now. He had to have you.

Walking over carefully, he noticed you were wearing a loose tank top, exposing much of your skin. He slowly lifted the cover off of your body and was met with the precious sight of you only wearing panties for bottoms. You were so sweet and small to him, your dainty little night clothes driving him absolutely insane. You were too good to be true in his opinion.

He gently slid his hand over your legs and arms, loving how soft and plush your smooth skin was. You moved some in your sleep, still not noticing him yet. He tried to keep his breathing in control by breathing in his nose and out his mouth quietly.

“So beautiful, yawne,” he whispered admiringly.

He started kneading your flesh, getting extremely aroused by you. He wanted nothing more than to dig his sharp canines into your skin and bite you—hopefully drawing some blood. But he needed you to wake up first so you wouldn’t be scared and flee from him.

He softly shook your form, beckoning you to wake up. You slowly stirred out of your slumber and your eyes blinked open—only to see those red eyes staring back at you. You jumped back at the sight of him and gasped.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, it’s me!” He tried to calm you.

“T-Teyam?” You choked out weakly, “You’re n-not supposed to be here” your mind quickly registered.

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop myself from coming to see you… you’ll have to forgive me for what I’m going to do”

Your body was stiff and your eyes were full of concern for what he meant and what he might do to you in this state. But you slowly nodded as you relaxed some because it was still your Teyam and you trusted him.

“You look so pretty, baby,” he cooed while stroking your cheek tenderly. You smiled in return, still feeling a bit hesitant.

Then suddenly he leaned back down to your thighs and latched his teeth onto one of them.

“Teyam!!!!” You flew up to sit upright on the bed and looked at him. The pain of his canines impaling your skin combined with the pleasurable feeling of his warm mouth overwhelmed the nerves on your skin.

He only hummed and moaned on your flesh in response. You slightly winced, still staring at him in bewilderment. Then he smoothed his tongue over the wound, licking away the blood from the little pricks he made. He pulled back to admire his work, loving how his bite now marked you as his.

“Don’t think I can’t smell you, sevin. You liked it, didn’t you?” He smirked.

You blushed, still feeling confused at the mix of pain and pleasure and how it really did turn you on. You nodded and got out a weak “yeah..”

This only aroused him more. He wanted to see how you’d look writhing under him as he pleasured your pussy while marking other parts of your body. So he lifted your legs up to your chest and slid your panties to the side to see your glistening little cunt.

“Fuck baby. I might have to bite you more from now on,” he gloated.

He slowly pushed a finger into you and you moaned at the sensation, your head already swirling from the intense pleasure he gave you. He started pumping the digit, stating in awe at the mess you made and the loud squelching sounds.

He hovered over you and positioned himself closer to your face, connecting your lips in a needy kiss. You greedily took the kiss, tongues swirling and your lips getting all puffy. He moved down to your neck and latched onto it, pulling out a guttural moan from you. He hummed in the satisfaction of tasting your sweet blood again and it turned him on more, so he mindlessly dry humped your side and the bed, dying to get some kind of friction for his cock.

His efforts made you cum on his fingers, spewing out whimpers and moans in the process. He was still cleaning your neck wound while you were coming down from the high.

It seemed that having a taste of you only made him want more.

It was going to be a long night.

Taglist: @neteyamssyulang @bambithewriter @professional-yapper @property-of-neteyam @hidden-snow @live-laugh-neteyam @nonamevenus @loakstahni @ikeyniofthetayrangi @sugarsong78 @inolaphoenix @strongheartneteyam

[arlerts-angel]

could you maybe write about armin and reader who have been best friends since they were 2, and they have become so close that their relationship is basically like a couple one. some kisses and teasing until one day, reader can’t take the teasing no more because her fingers alone aren’t enough.. 🙈✨

a/n: a quick break from kinktober to being you this 🫶 please why is this so hot to me 😩🥵 i love your big beautiful mind nonnie!! i hope you enjoy <3

cw: soft dom!armin x fem!reader, mentions of previous dry humping + masturbation (fem), oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex (piv), pet names (princess, good girl, baby, pretty girl) lots of dirty talk 🤭

taglist: @callm3senpaii @la-undercover-latina @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @millennialmagicalgirl @ringsofsaturnnnn @softlilpeachxx @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlertdarling @tomuraslut @hannas16

never one without the other; you and armin were friends, best friends. so much so, that you may as well be married. you know everything about each other and nothing's off the table for either of you when it comes to the other. you were each other's first kiss in high school; for no reason other than "well, we're best friends, right? what better person to share your first kiss with?"

and yeah, you've messed around a couple of times since then, but it never went further than steamy makeout sessions... him touching your boob under your shirt but over your bra... or lightly dry humping each other. this went on for a while, but you never sought out anything past stuffing your dainty little fingers in your cunt at the thought of your best friend fucking you,

but today would be different.

as you sit on his couch next to him while something random plays on the tv, you decide to get close to him, rub his thigh a little. he looks down at his lap and smirks. "hey, touchy." he teases, winking at you. "i'm sorry, want me to stop?" you flirt back. "not at all, princess."

princess? that's a new one.

you snuggle into his neck, pressing your lips softly against his warm skin, trailing your hand up from his thigh to his jaw. he lets out a contented sigh and shifts on the couch next to you. "[name]..." he moans softly. you lift your head and meet his gaze, pressing your lips against his without hesitation. he returns the kiss, the tension between you now melting.

you pull away momentarily to speak.

"i want more than this, armin."

"y-you do? are you sure?"

"i've never been so sure."

he practically jumped off the couch to take you to his bed.

"i've been thinking of this moment for so long, touching myself thinking about it, you know." you whisper. "oh yeah? what a good girl... touching yourself thinking of me." he says, closing the door behind him. you help each other out of your clothes before getting into his bed. he kisses down your stomach and stops just above the elastic of your panties.

"tell me what you want." he says, tracing your underwear gently with his finger. "i want you to eat me out, 'min, please." he hums happily. "please? such a good girl using your manners." he pulls your panties off, exposing your hot and wet pussy. "aw, poor baby. you're already soaked." he taunts, swiping his index finger down your wet slit, making you whine. "armin please–" you beg. he flicks his tongue up and down your swollen clit and slides a finger inside, pumping it into your pussy mercilessly. "mmph– ah–!" you're almost in tears at how good he is at eating your pussy. he adds another finger, hitting the sweet spot inside you.

"please don't stop armin, i'm gonna cum–!" you cry out as he brings you closer to your orgasm. "that's my girl, cum all over my face for me baby." he returns his tongue to your sensitive bud. his words make the knot in your stomach snap, sending you to cloud nine as you moan his name.

"how the fuck are you so good at that?" you pant. he shakes his head and smiles. "you ready for this?" he asks, slapping the tip of his cock onto your clit. you nod and moan as he pushes the tip into your entrance. "fuck you're so tight." he whines, thrusting slowly into you to adjust. he grabs your hips and fucks you a little harder. "you feel so good around my cock baby." he groans, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. "such a pretty girl, you look even prettier when you're fucked out."

your brain is mush, no point in trying to formulate a sentence when he talks to you like that. "armin–!" you moan, feeling his finger against your clit as he fucks you. "this is my pussy, understand? no one gets this but me. tell me, baby. need to hear it from you." he grunts. "y-yours 'min. my pussy is ah–! yours." he groans and throws his head back, his pace becoming slow and sloppy. "gonna let me cum inside you baby? i'm close." you moan as you approach your second orgasm. "fuck yes– cum inside me, please." you beg, eyes rolling and back arching as you cum together.

you lay together in his bed, closer now than you'd ever been before. "does this make us a thing now?" he asks, chuckling. "haven't we always been kind of a thing?" you reply, kissing him softly and resting your head on his chest.

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[itskenickie]

As Dusk Falls

pairing: eizen x ofc

genre: red string of fate, sad ending, hurt/slight comfort.

a/n: idk girl she came out of nowhere. i was watching ep 3 and i was super disappointed over eizen as i was looking forward to seeing him throughout the series. and his voice 😩

title is from genshin impact's ost of the same name.

u can read this on ao3 too!

“Must you go?”

The small flame of the candles hanging on clay walls flicker with the sudden gust of wind but they do not die out. They continue their duty of providing what little illumination they can. They cast a large and intimidating shadow on the wall but the woman is actually much smaller and has a strong fear of insects, a flaw of any Japanese person as bugs and insects are as common as trees lining the dirt path and fearing them is like fearing the air you breathe. 

Said woman is standing in the middle of the room, a displeased frown on her face and her dainty hands gripping her own hips harshly, barely containing her anger, as she starts at the long haired redhead. 

“Hanae,” The man sighs, as if tired of what he is about to say, “I told you already, the Shogunate requested it and we the Asaemo of the Yamada clan adhere to his call.”

The dim lighting does an excellent job of hiding the worry lines on his hardened, handsome face, but Hanae can tell how exhausted her husband is.

And perhaps that is the reason why she deflates, anger evaporating from her bones like water drops on dry lands. “The flame of my eternal love,” Hanae’s voice is gentle, small even, as she walks to stand in front of her husband, “Eizen.” She cups his sharp chin with her delicate hand.

Eizen exhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut, and leans forward to press his forehead against his wife’s.

“The journey you are forced to embark on is a dangerous one.” Although she no longer feels as angry as earlier, there is still the stench of desperation lacing her voice, “Why won’t you understand my concern?”

Eizen’s eyes are still closed when he brings a hand to hold the one holding chin. His wife’s hand is far smaller than his and much softer than callouses covered on. 

“I won’t be defeated.” The redhead stands back, meeting his wife’s concerned eyes with a determined one, the same one that stole Hanae’s breath away and made her heart skip a beat a few years prior, before they were arranged to for marriage, right when their string of fate appeared. 

Hanae closes her before glancing downwards to where a thick red string is wrapped on her ring finger. She can barely sense it on most days, but on days like today where tensions are high, it feels heavy, weighing as heavy as a boulder. Her eyes follow the string to where the end is wrapped around her husband’s right hand, on his ring finger.

“Have faith in me.” Eizen’s voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible if they weren’t standing so close to each other. 

He offers his wife a timid smile, asking for her trust, though when she does not return it, he leans in and steals a peck on her pouting lips. 

“I have faced worse.”

All that Hanae can do is press her head on Eizen’s broad shoulder, wrapping thin arms around his waist, and listen to his heartbeat, savoring the moment and praying with all her might that nothing will happen to her husband.

They stand like this – dim lights embracing them, cicadas crying in the distance, and the lingering scent of Jasmine tea from their supper clinging to the air – for a while, lost in their own thoughts. 

When the flames of the candles slowly dissipate, Hanae lifts her head to stare up into her husband’s eyes, the corner of which crinkle as he offers her yet another smile. 

“Make love to me.” Her words fall in a murmur against his chapped lips. 

Chuckling, he presses his lips against plush ones in a deep, open mouthed kiss that leaves Hanae breathless and dizzy. She would have fallen to her knees were it not for her husband holding her upright.

“Your wish is my command.” Eizen’s lips curl into an amused smirk, voice coming out in an equal hushed tone. 

His fingers are quick to unfasten her yukata, relishing the way Hanae shivers when the cool wind teasingly brushes along her exposed thin. 

Swallowing thickly at the lust glowing in Hanae’s eyes, Eizen is quick to crash his lips onto Hanae’s waiting one, muffling her yelp of surprise when he pushes her to the bamboo floor, hand cushioning her head. 

Hanae’s loud moans, her little whimpers and her endless mantra of his name has Eizen in a tight grip. They do not stop until the sun is shyly peaking over the mountains surrounding their village, not wanting to intrude their intimate moment. 

Eizen watches his slumbering wife with a heavy heart, rough fingers delicately gliding on her skin that glistens with sweat.

Yes, he understands his wife’s concern. Knows why Hanae was so adamant about him going on this ridiculous journey to some mythical island to bring back an object that can only be found in fairytales.

But he is an Asaemon, the best of the Yamada clan even, he cannot allow himself to be consumed by weakness. Otherwise, it will be used against him. 

Eizen leans down and kisses Hanae’s shoulder.

The redhead went through hell and back to be the man that he is today and he will be damned to fall to the hands of weakness and have its greedy hands steal Hanae from him. 

A flash of red catches his eye and Eizen lifts his hand to bring it to his line of vision. 

Years ago, when the red string of fate had blessed its presence to him, Eizen was infuriated. 

He bemoaned how it would be a hindrance to his career as an executioner, how it would turn him soft around the edges and make him forget who he is. 

And he is right, in some aspects. 

Eizen has grown softer from Hanae’s loving hands but his bond to her made him even stronger. Made him climb the large and sturdy mountain faster. He is untouchable. 

Which is why he is not scared of some island mothers used to tell their children to help them sleep easier at night. 

Eizen leaves Hanae with a searing kiss and a promise to return to her as soon as he can. 

“Won’t my girl be strong for me till I return?” Eizen asks, voice light and expectant and a hopeful smile tugging his lips. 

Hanae’s voice is lost, too busy focusing on holding back the tears that are threatening to fall. She does, however, manage to nod her head.

Eizen coos above her, leaning down for a quick kiss.

“I will be back soon, my love.” And Eizen barely manages to slip through Hanae’s grip, heart feeling as comfortable as it does whenever he leaves on a mission that takes him away from his wife for a long time.

It is on the third day of Eizen’s departure, where Hanae has been terribly missing him and decided to prepare his favorite lunch of salmon, rice and red bean soup,  does Hanae feel it.

That scorching heat that bubbles deep within her abdomen before it boils over, burning its way over to her heart. 

She inhales sharply as she falls to her knees. Her vision is blurred and her ears are ringing louder than the clash of swords of warring samurai. 

Hanae clutches her eyes shut, willing this sudden bout of illness away while trying to control her shaky breathing, ignoring the heavy pounds of her heart. 

Seconds later, when everything merges into the background and she can finally open her eyes, Hanae glances downwards to where an irritable itching sensation is demanding her attention. 

Her eyes widen and they are rapidly drowned with tears before they crash down her cheeks like an angry waterfall.

“E…Eizen?” Hanae chokes on her husband’s name.

The red string of fate on her ring finger is growing dim, flickering with each second passion by. 

All Hanae can do is watch as the red glow slowly dies out before it completely disappears, leaving her behind with a heavy loneliness that will haunt her until she takes her last breath. 

Eizen of the Yamada Asaemon is dead.

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game pt. ♾️

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

@scoops-aboy86 sent another word out into the universe so I’m gonna do my best to fill it 😩 that word was ICE CREAM.

🔞18+ content below, so as always, MDNI🔞

I

In another lifetime, Steve might have been able to acknowledge that the man was attractive, might have had another reason than fear making his mouth go dry and needing to thickly swallow. However, as it was, Steve could only flinch and duck his head further when those flint hardened eyes passed over him.

From mafia au

C

“Consider it a quid pro quo situation. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I can guarantee that this is a better deal than you had with Porzio. However,” he cautioned, holding up a single finger. “Any failure to comply or please me will make whatever Porzio did to you seem like a shy lover’s kiss.”

From mafia au

E

Eddie watched with a neutral, blank expression, crossing his arms over his chest as he finally took in Harrington’s clothing. He wasn’t wearing a jacket at all, just a burgundy Henley that clung to his form in its wet state, paired with some khaki trousers and some sort of loafer dress shoe. Minus the wet dog appearance, he was certainly far better dressed than Eddie’s own stretched and faded band shirt and holey jeans.

From “Ruin Me”

C

“C’mon, Harrington. Let’s get you out of those wet things, shall we?”

“Steve.”

Eddie blinked. “What.”

“Steve. If we’re doing this, call me ‘Steve,’ Eddie,” Harrington said pointedly. “I’m not going to fuck someone who calls me by my last name,” he complained with another little nose wrinkle of annoyance.

Eddie tried not to find it cute.

From “Ruin Me”

R

“‘Red’ for stop, where we stop everything and I check in on you, offering aftercare and easing you back to feeling safe. ‘Yellow’ for slow down, check in, you’re still enjoying it but it’s getting a bit much for you and you’re approaching your limit. ‘Green’ for enthusiastic consent, you’re enjoying it and want to keep going. Got it?”

From “Ruin Me”

E

Eddie was used to Steve’s non-committal Halloween costumes. Something easy, something cool, something that made him look hot without looking like a giant fucking nerd. Even before Eddie and Steve were friends, back when the only time Eddie was invited to the cool kid parties was to set up shop for rich asshole kids of rich asshole parents, Eddie had clocked what costumes The Hair would dress up in, not that Eddie always knew what it was from.

From Halloween party au

A

Aided, of course, by the short black skirt that exposed the majority of his thighs through the fishnets, and the red lace bustier top that only just covered nipples but left his midriff exposed. Matching red strappy heels laced up his calves, with a thick black collar completing the ensemble around his neck, a dainty little silver ‘V’ dangling from it like a license.

From mafia au

M

Munson’s thumb slid lightly against the edge of Steve’s bottom lip, and well familiar with the gesture, Steve parted his lips obediently. Something dark but pleased flashed behind Munson’s eyes, and praying he was doing the right thing, Steve let the tip of his tongue flick ever so softly against the pad of Munson’s thumb.

From mafia au

Okay I may actually have to take a break from these games now because I’m running out of passages to use 😂 the mafia au is just about ready too so be prepared for that one to post shortly after this, I just need to do a little bit more editing.

For anyone following along who wants to try their hands at a word, your word can be…SYRUP 😁

Hostage hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

[borathae]

""He asked for two things tonight. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers." 

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BARK BARK BARK BARK 😩😩😩

[onlyseokmins]

Hiii, I've been thinking about a story where scoups is a teacher and yn a student 👀, I'd love to see you right sometime like that,,

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), college!au, tutor!au Warnings: lol okay slight bulge kink, kind of mirror sex, tiny sir kink, dirty talk, reader is hornknee okay and calls themselves a whore but lbr so is cheol, light spanking, mentions of fingering, squirting, omigod idrk just lmk if i missed smth as always 🫣 WC: this was meant to be just a simple lil thot idk 🥲 A/N: oops my fingers slipped anyways hi anon 😩 the cheolrot is strong here although tbh i personally don't feel comfy writing an actual teacher/student relationship explicitly so cheol's role is based on my position as a tutor/assistant but i hope you still enjoy this 🫡

"Thought you didn't pay attention to the professor's lectures," Seungcheol coos in your ear, "but look at you now. Listening so well for me."

You can't help but arch your back at his praise. But he clicks his tongue, placing a large hand over the bulge that's formed from his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

"Or maybe I was wrong."

"N-no, I'll behave... I pr-promise." Your teary eyes plead with his bespectacled gaze in the reflection of your vanity mirror when he shifts. Jostling you on his lap, threatening to make you cum on the spot or worse — urge you off. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir!"

He chuckles lowly. A finger that still glistens with the wetness after being deep inside your pussy tauntingly taps at the notes laid out in front of you.

"There we go. Now, tell me the correct answer, lovely. Or we can go back to just my fingers... hm, maybe nothing at all. You know getting my dick inside you is a privilege."

All you can do is moan prettily in response and agreement. Because it really is a true gift. Grades be damned, you think you've excelled in all areas of your life and academic career after achieving this accolade. Getting to fuck the dreamy tutor that always sits in the back of your classroom, beefy muscles unconsciously flexing from his crossed-arms posture. Glasses glinting, eyebrows furrowed as he listens to the professor drone on and on.

At least, that's what you thought Choi Seungcheol was doing. Quite the contrary, actually. His tongue plays with your dainty hoop earring as he whispers in your ear, smirk growing bigger at the depraved image all for him. One that he's imagined multiple times during the semester.

"I asked you a question."

"I... mhm — oh, fuck," you mewl as your walls continue to flutter pathetically around his hard length. "I... I can't!"

"Can't what? Can't stop yourself from cumming or can't answer?" He snarls out his first question before easing into a more mocking tone for the second. "Gorgeous baby too fucked out to give me a proper response?"

Your head hits his shoulder, tongue lolling. Seungcheol savors the way your chest heaves and the tight, low-cut shirt you're wearing showcases your tits just right for him to peer at without shame instead of glances in the classroom. All before he's suddenly bending you over, the side of your face smashed against the graphite scrawls of your notebook.

His hips snap aggressively and cause the vanity stand to bang repeatedly against the wall at the same tempo as his thrusts. Your cute makeup products shake in time, the pretty glass perfume vials threatening to fall. It would be a shame for them to break. Seungcehol adores the scent that wafts past him every day, the same one he's currently drowning in. Yet, he can't bring himself to stop, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against his pelvis to eagerly take every inch of his cock.

"Didn't even give me the right answer."

"'m sorry."

"No you're not," he laughs cruelly and swats at your lower cheeks, "but that's okay. This sick little pussy can make up for anything, can't it?"

"Y-yes, sir... anything!"

"Yeah?" Seungcheol slaps you again, yet the coldness of his rings is the only thing that actually stings. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Better let me fuck you from now on. Stuff you full whenever I feel like it. Been dreaming far too long of this, you drive me insane. Gotta eat you out, taste you for real. Touch these tits... god, all the things we could do."

It makes your pride swell even if you're drooling like a whore and ruining the notes you tried to labor over intensely during class despite scandalous, wandering thoughts about Seungcheol. Something tells you he'll make sure you won't fail anyways so it doesn't matter when all you can think about is his nice, hard dick hitting all the right spots.

"Let you do anything."

He snickers. "Oh, but you haven't even heard all of it yet. The things I thought of when seeing you giggle with your friends all the time while sneaking looks at me. Had to try and not get so fucking hard when you bat your pretty eyelashes and ask another stupid question."

Those pretty eyelashes are fluttering rapidly now. You won't last long, already edged for a good hour prior. Wetness soaking your ruined thong even before Seungcheol agreeably showed up at your dorm to help tutor you. Basically throwing yourself at him after a few back-and-forth questions and a bit of not-much-needed seduction until he affirmed your verbal consent, fingers exploring your desperate cunt as he quizzed you on what was talked about in class earlier.

Your release hits as you cry out in delirium but he doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. In fact, he only speeds up. Fucking you through your orgasm with crazed, animalistic joy.

You welcome it though. Knees having given out a long time ago, you're grateful for the support of furniture despite the slight discomfort because all of that is forgotten by the overriding whelms of ultimate pleasure. He knows you can take it.

"Give me another one, yeah pretty baby? Squirt all over my cock like I know you can. No matter how dumb and cock-drunk you act, you're much smarter than you let on."

"M'kay, sir."

It's true. You're not afraid to play dumb just for his attention. It played off. After all, it's you he's fucking and not your friend who boldly declared she'd ask out the hot tutor today. Well, shucks. Seems like he's been thinking a lot about you too.

Of course, you want to prove to him just how good and intelligent you are. Giving into your body's thralls, you let it do its thing. Knowing it'll get to where you and Seungcheol want it.

It doesn't take long. The mixture of overstimulation, burning desire, and his cock constantly stroking that bundle of nerves in the most perfect and delicious way causes you to snap harder than you think you ever had. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Seungcheol curses. Your cunt both expels and sucks him in as you sob. Slickness splashes against his lower abs and he's almost frozen in awe at just how perfect your body is. So responsive and eager to please. He's left with no choice but to give in and cum on the spot. That's fine, though. This is everything he's dreamed of. And more.

"Shit, I think my dick's in love with your pussy."

You wheeze out a laugh in disbelief. "Thanks?"

"I'm serious. How are you real?"

"Now don't go catching feelings so quickly." You intend to sound haughty and threatening but the effect is lost when you're still breathless and bent over your vanity, a combo of your releases oozing from your spent hole after he shifts a bit. "I need to stay out of academic probation if I want to go on a date."

The hand absentmindedly running up and down your back halts. "You'll go on a date with me?"

"Maybe."

"It wasn't a no."

"I thought you waited for someone's explicit consent."

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously behind his glasses. "Knew you were a smartie."

"Yeah, I do pay attention sometimes," you huff, flinching when his fingers touch at your sensitive clit causing him to mumble out an apology. "So help me study."

"Oh, I will," he assures you. Helping you gently turn your aching body around to face him before suggestively cupping your covered breasts. "But how about a little more anatomy study before our date?"

"Seungcheol!"

But honestly, how could you refuse? Placing your arms around his neck, you pull him in close to meet pouty lips in a shy kiss, contrasting greatly with the sinful way your legs wrap around his hips.

"I expect all A's from a stellar student like you."

"With a dick game as strong as this, I might just oust the top student, the great Mr. Choi himself, from his position."

He can't even be mad, chest puffing out in a weird sense of happiness. "We'll just have to see about that."

[punk-in-docs]

“if you want to come you better beg” x prince paul cause i need this filth 😩👀

🥀Qualities of Mercy🥀

Prince Paul x Tsarevna // smut drabble - Bugger me sideways @usedtobecooler only the best for you babes crème de la crème - Prince Prick and some bratty behaviour culminating in angry!hate!fucking coming up. Also short? I don’t think I can write short drabble a about this man. I’m having a lot of feelings ok.

Some babes I know may want to see this @indouloureux @munsonswhore86 @heyndrix @lunatictardis @creme-bruhlee @callmeloverr @roanniom

It’s an odd relief to see the signs of war increase with each gained mile, burnt out patches of land and artillery tracks wedged into the mud. Foul air, fire, and rifle smoke; it means you’re closing in on your goal.

It means you’re that much closer to your husband.

Foul boggy mud, and nipping winds that cut to bone. You’re rumbling your way along treacherous roads, ever closer.

The terrain is dismal. There’s not even any sweetly soft birdsong chirping from the trees. There’s no kind nature. There’s only war and man, and guttural cries of the wounded. A landscape drizzled with slanted misty rain. Stubby felled larch trees and splintered bark.

The soldiers encamped, look like misshapen beasts. Blood crusted black, and the wounded wearing filthy yellowed bandages. Eyes missing, limbs turned to stumps. Squatting and huddling in clumps in the woods. Shivering under canvas with pithy licks of orange campfires staining the air with spicy woodsmoke.

They watch the carriage pass with rapt fascination. But too cold to react.

You weren’t expected.

That fact is writ plain as day all over the face of the dirt smeared soldier who trudged up to the carriage window. The soldier on watch. Who’d been pissing up against as tree when you rolled up.

His eyebrows buoy in surprise as you drop your fur lined hood.

“My Lady-“ He rasped in surprise.

“Tsarevna.” Your second maid, Maricel, leaned forward and snipped. Voice like a barking hound. Just as dogged.

She was eternally bolshy and hard edged. Hated you not being given the proper due politesse as deserving of your rank. She took great offence to those who didn’t understand the severity of your position.

“I’m here to see my husband. Kindly take me to him.”

“I’m not sure he’ll want- he’s occupied with many important matters.“ He fumbles for an excuse.

Maricel’s words come locked in impatience.

“Are you suggesting the Tsarevna of Russia is unimportant?” She tests.

“No- I.”

“He will carve out the time for his wife, you dumb prick.” She points out. Rubbing her shivering hands.

“Now, now.” You scold her.

She merely rolls her eyes. Not frightened by you whatsoever. Just pissy cause she’s cold.

The solider shuffles on his feet. Breaks eye contact. “I’m not sure I have the authority to-“

“Are you going to make me repeat myself.” You warn. Ire threaded into every word.

You stare him down with slicing diamond eyes. Tips sharpened and designed to cut.

A look you’ve thieved and mastered from Catherine’s own brand of venom. Don’t budge an inch.

It’s enough to get him to snap his mouth shut.

“No. Uh. Of course. This way, Tsarevna.”

You clambered out that boxy royal carriage. Door encrusted in a golden crest. Dainty sky blue heel sinking into earth. Hem sodden and dragged with it in no time. Maricel follows you dutifully. Your guard dog.

“Cunt.” Maricel bites out at the solider as she shuffled after you. Trudging into the muck.

“Put your forked tongue away.” You suggest.

She moodily deigns to do as you say.

You fold your gloved hands. Pretty pearl buttons march along your wrists now seeming contemptuous among all this. You rub at them to spark up some warmth in your numb fingers, as you looked around for the cluster of carmine coated generals.

Slipping and staining your skirts with slodgy mud as you followed the dismal soldier who’d take you to him. Your heels slip up, your feet get bogged. The stench of this place is curdling your lungs. Burnt larch trees and smoke and decay.

You press on. Determined.

The men swim their their groggy eyes to you. This place is used to viscera and gummy black blood, and mud crusted ash.

By comparison you look like a chunk of pure silken teal sky, fallen to earth. Precious and spotless. A drop of stunning sapphire wedged into all this dirt and death.

You squelch your way through tents and surgeon tents where men lay gouged and exposed. Rotting alive and shivering under the canvas as they cried out to the chowder thick sky. Rain melting on their eyelashes.

The smoke cleared past you, drifting. And then your overly elegant shape comes moulded out the congealing blood and smog of his hell. Pearl buttons, satin, and floral petal perfume. A wrenching juxtaposition coinciding.

You see your husband. Through the cloth mouth of one of the larger tents. No mistaking those puddle eyes for anyone else. The white scratchy wig. The cut of his powder blue coat and red royal medals slashing blood.

He’s gathered with men around a map table staked out with battle plans. This fare is all simplicity. Battle for blood and the vicinity of conquering men.

This is a land shuttered to the gaze of your sex. Your kind do not come roaming here. Not noble women anyway. The generals of mild importance probably had their favourite whores fetched in, however.

You stand and his eyes travel at last to yours. You smile lightly.

His expression altered into bitterness. Eyes lost their walnut warmth. Jaw clenched. Mood spiked sour.

He told you distinctly not to fucking come.

Yet here you stand.

You meet his burnt umber gaze and the sparky fire flecked there, scalds you.

“Tsarevich.” You greet him. Breath whipped to silver. You’re standing in the misty rain.

Waiting to see what comes spat back.

The generals clustering him, all bow in confusion and politely bob their unkempt wigged heads.

Not Paul.

His jaw clenched. Expression stiff. Posture as rigid as a Siberian Larch.

You’re fucking in for it now.

~

You batted at the sopping stretch of canvas. Hurling it out the way. Rain crashes down into your sprouting feathered hat and onto your shoulders.

Every squelch of your step into the oozing mud came sharp. Striking as a gut punch.

He’s following, hot on your heels, and you want to turn around and swing a punch into the angelic cherubim face you’d missed all these lonely long eight months.

His anger set off your own. Silky black gunpowder meeting roaring flame.

He’s livid.

You stand in his quarters. His tent is this huge beast of a thing. Clean and comfortable. A room with a table and maps and trunks takes up one. Green and gold tapestries make the walls slightly more habitable. More sophisticated. A cut above the desolate forest and the miseries of the wounded.

An emerald velvet curtain shields off the area where his ornate downy bed must be. He was still a Prince after all. He’ll be among his men. But he’s not sleeping in a frozen bedroll in the muck like an animal.

He storms into this space behind you and slaps the canvas closed. Words snapping out his mouth, that flimsy tent walls and steadily dripping rain will not conceal.

“This is not a place for you. You’re not supposed to be here.”

You don’t twist back to him as you angrily shed your gloves. Ripping them off like it was your own skin.

“Heaven forfend. I travel for two days in an uncomfortable carriage in the fucking driving rain to come see my husband and this is the thanks I get?”

“I told you not to come!” His words stamp out his mouth. He stabs a finger in the air. Aiming it as you.

“A lovely welcome.” You stab back.

He’s toe to toe with you. Muddy boots. Those chocolate eyes are all bitter. Not skated in love. Cold as all this terrible mud you’re bogged into.

“I don’t need you here. I have enough to deal with on my plate as it is fighting these Turks. I don’t need my wife by my side whilst I’m engaged in matters of battle.”

You steel your wilful jaw and bathe in the burnt brown shadow of his scowl.

“I am your wife. I have been left rotting at court. In misery now you’re gone. I decided to come and see you. To be here, by your side. In sickness and in health and even in battle. I don’t consider that as an action that deserves censure.”

“Yes it fucking is. I don’t need you here.” He shouts.

The burn of tears stings at your chest. Rips at your eyes. The man you’ve missed and ached after for months now and this is his choice of words levelled at you. It’s cutting.

“Lovely.” You bite out. “Well then. I won’t waste my time loitering around for you to yell at me.” You grip your gloves and turn back to him.

“Fuck you, Paul. Good day. Go back to your warring, and muddy filth.” You finish acidly. Your throat is full of clotting fire. Your rage. In situ with your wounded pride.

You shove at his coated chest, dull gold buttons. Go to move past him. Wipe your boots on his fine rug floors on the way out.

Your ruined shoes stick on the spot. He’s banded a hand around your wrist. It tugs. Burns skin.

“Let go.” You seethe. Pull your arm. You don’t look at him. Jaw grit.

He does not.

You wrench again. It brings you closer to him. You snarl. He stills your arm.

You do meet his gaze. The glint of fire - raked embers - returns to his eyes.

“No.” He decided.

Oh, now he’s in for it.

Anger spumes out of you like raining cursed hellfire. He should be terrified. You are mighty. Goddess of war backed with wrath. Angrier than Ares. These men should cower under your golden gaze. Desolation writ into you so heavily they should run for the hills.

“Thought you didn’t need me? Why would the mighty Tsarevich need his dumb bitch of a wife at his side? Run out of good whores have you?”

It was too late for niceties.

“Just be quiet.” He snaps.

Stepping very close. Close enough to touch only he doesn’t. His eyes move to your mouth. His hand seeks for your waist. Reels you in.

You don’t want too. But you clam up. You want to rear back and swing your fist to strike him. Preferably with a knife.

“I have never known a woman as disobedient. Nor as wilfully stubborn as you are. It’s infuriating.” He snipes.

His breath warms your mouth. He smells like his woody spice soap and bitter brush of smoke, and sweat. Still Paul. Underneath all things.

“Good.” You snarl with a nod. “I’m glad to have been such an inconvenience.”

“Constant dagger in my side.”

“Fuck you.” You announce passionately.

“I have had enough of your inability to listen to my orders.” He comments.

“Tough shit.” You snark.

“Elegant verbiage.” He insults.

His gaze is swimming into something steel black and lethal. You hate how much you like looking at him like this. It almost makes him look intimidating and handsome.

At this point, you’re half desire, half pure lightning hot rage.

“Get back to me when I don’t want to stick a knife in your thigh. Maybe my vocabulary will improve.” You hiss.

You’re so locked and entwined with this man. Tug his strings and it’s sure enough to jerk some distant part of you, merely by extension.

“Are you wet right now?” He asks. Head tilting His lashes shutter his eyes as he scans you. From the dirt crusted hem, sweeping upwards.

Your mouth is dry as tumbling scorched sands. Clench your teeth to dust. Heart ramming your tonsils.

He spies that twitch in your face. “Am I to take that as a yes, Tsarevna?”

If looks could kill.

“I’m going to fuck you. I know how plaint and weak it makes you when I work that delicious cunt open with my cock.” He steps you back. Hands tugged in your dress. Leading.

“I will fuck every disobedient word and thought out that head. Wife.” He sneers.

He pushes you to one of the wooden columns. Shunts a breath out of you. Hands digging through your skirts. Searching for your pussy.

You rake your nails into the nape of his neck. Hope it stings. Pray it brings blood.

“Be careful what you wish for.” You warn.

He smiles.

~

He’s fucking you not two minutes later.

Naturally, it didn’t take him long. You succumbed way too easy. Melted like butter, really.

He’s slithered to the gaps in your armour and snuck beneath with all the cunning adroitness of a serpent. You detest it.

He doesn’t give you what you need. Of course not. He doesn’t make this easy. His actions are all dipped in mocking taunt and brat.

He splayed you open, and rubs the fat leaking head of his cock against your trembling pussy. Eight months of nothing your your own fingers and he’s making you sit and beg like a trained lapdog.

Slapping it to your clit and smiling when you lurch. Unwilling to feed the head into you just yet.

It’s fucking agony.

You’re ready to slit his throat by the time he rewards you with sinking to the hilt in one ramming surge of his hips. The anger dissipates - a little.

You soothe the rest of it by leaning up and gnashing your teeth into his neck. Clamp down hard- force him to fuck you harder.

He cursed when sliding into you. Mumbled wisely about how conflict always made you so juicy wet for him. He pulled back and taunted you with your own greediness for his cock. The shine of your arousal coating him all glossy. A pretty sight, that.

“Hear how wet you are my love?” He lurches and slams you. A sharp stroke that wracked every vertebrae of your spine.

The sounds that come keening from you make your eyes flick back into your head. Enough to make him more smug.

“Utterly filthy. Soaking.” He huffs in gasps. “Making wet patches on my bed like a damn harlot.”

“Can’t believe you. Hmm- fucking brat. Yelling at me for coming here.” You manage to gasp. Cheeks blistering hot with this anger spurned arousal. Nails clawed into the carved headboard.

A hiccup snags the back of your throat as he knees closer.

Pushes your legs almost crushed up to your tits. Your stays almost strangling you. You cry loud because of this new angle. Makes him punch a spot inside that almost aches.

“I think this cunt is more pleased to see me than you are.” He smirks. Hands with dirty nails digging into your thighs. Ten half moons socketed into your quivering flesh.

“Fucking hell.” Spews out your mouth. Unguarded. He’s severing every strong steel thread of your resolve.

“I’ll take that as yes.” He says. Hair falls choppy in front of his wild eyes. Tiger eyes. Frightful fierce. Hands clamped to your thighs. He spreads you and sits up to stuff himself deeper. Harder. Faster.

The noises he’s getting out of you are just growing and growing. Rising in pitch and volume. So much so you’re swirling your hips to him to get feedback off that friction. That burgeoning pleasure begins to slice mean into your belly.

“How you moan for me when I give you my cock. Never gets old.” He grins.

“Never too late to punish my disobedient-“ he huffs and fucks hard inbetween his words. “Petulant. Stubborn. Wife.” He insists with a playful leer.

He can tell by the wails how close you are. Enough to taste it now. That eye rolling pressure ready to snap.

His cock stretched you just right. Stabbed into the gaping cup of your womb. You’re so treacherously close to that blissful peak you go rigid trying to chase it down and let the sensation ruin you.

It was mind meltingly good. Close and looming closer. Heat wrapping your limbs and warping your mind to bend to him. Every atom of you trained for this pleasure to come-

He yanks his cock out of you so fast, you want to shriek.

That coal hot glow of orgasm withers and curls to ash. He’s back to slipping his fat head around your cit again. Smearing your cunt in a sticky taste he’ll find and devour later.

“You fucking-“ you glare up at him all blissed and edged. Cunt clenching on nothing but air. He smooths both his thumbs over your pretty and dripping pussy lips. Making you throb.

“If you want to cum, you better beg.” He insists.

“I could kill you.” You seethe. Words dressed in a growl.

He tilts his head. Teasing. “Yes?”

You yelp when his cock slams into you once more. Puff for breath. God fucking dammit.

“How about now?” He checks as he folds you in half, yet again. Cock rooted deep.

The start of a long night, to be sure.

-

Hours later, darkness wraps you up. Comforting tenebrous blanket. Candles are lit. Dozy gold and matte dark pours into the tent.

He has you food brought in as an apology.

Someone ducks in the tent with a tray of it. He pulls on his boots to go fetch it. Leaves you boneless on his goose feather plumped bed.

There’s a bottle of wine with dinner too. Not the best but you’re not complaining. Dry hard biscuits and a salty wedge of goats cheese was your lot in the carriage ride here.

There’s a thick milky porridge with creamy oats and nutmeg and warming spices. A slab of pink roasted meat glistening with fat and golden globs of plain boiled potatoes barely salted. Sided with some hunk of brown hardy bread smeared in greasy butter.

This food is hot and warm and fills your belly well. He feeds it to you.

It’s how he soothes. But it’s not the only way he wants to offer you comfort.

He gets naked and climbs under the covers. Always bathed you in limitless comforts and luxuries after a rough fuck. The calm sweetness after a raging storm of passion and stinging claws and slamming hate. When the blood has dried to rust, along with the nasty words.

He slips between your legs under the sheets to tongue at your cunt like it’s a juicy honeycomb treat that drips honey.

It’s dripping him.

He eats it out of you. You sigh all dreamy and elongate your neck back to pillows that smell like his shaving soap, to moan his name.

Slipping your nails over the short brown thorns of hair. Rake over his scalp.

You gasp his name and you know the soldiers will have heard the sound sneak out the tent flaps. You don’t care.

His tongue slithers and laps through your puffy sex. Fully nursing your clit with the curl of his tongue. Brushes through the tactile scratch of your curls there. He loves burying his nose in them.

When he’s done he slinks up from under his furs and sheets. Wiping his mouth in the back of his hand. Still a little bit of both of you combined is smeared wetly across one cheek.

It catches in the flickering murky light. Candles are spinning red gold in the dim. Rain is a steady pat on the tent roof.

You look down at him. His gaze is all warmth and tenderness again. A knowing smile slopes the corner of his mouth.

“Did you really travel all this way just so I could fuck you?” He asks all smug.

You smirk. “Got what I wanted, now didn’t I.” You dismiss archly.

But you both know it seats a little deeper than that. There’s definite skin both of you have sunk into this game. It might even be the gummy beating walls of your hearts involved.

“You do know you’re a walking fucking nightmare.” He tells you.

Slotting himself between your hips. Seeking to hold your hands as he rolls into you. Makes your cunt clench.

Your hand slips from stroking his hair, downwards. Vicing your cruel hand around his soft throat. His eyes blaze again.

“Don’t you dare fucking forget it.” You sneer.

He sends you home sore - five days after your arrival.

[nemesyaaa]

all my feelings in a picture !!

“Fuck. I might have to take you up on that, princess.” Rafe takes your face in his hands and looks down at you sweetly, making your insides melt. “But right now? I need you to bend the fuck over so I can show my future wife how much I fuckin’ love her…” WOZLDIZIDKZKE I'M SO SO SO HAPPY AND SEEING RAFE CALLING HER MY FUTURE WIFE GOTTA BE THE DEATH OF ME, BECAUSE IT'S BEEN A LONG BEAUTIFUL ROAD WITH THEM !!! I'M GETTING EMOTIONAL

“Yeah? I’m really fuckin’ glad because if you said no I was going to have to lock you in the basement until you changed your mind…” Rafe smirks at you and you burst out laughing. He plucks the box from your hand so he can pull the beautiful, skull, pearl ring from it and slide it onto your dainty freshly manicured finger. He made sure you got a fresh set before this. He knows how you are. PLEASE WHERE IS THE ROLEPLAY SCENE ABOUT THIS ?? NEED ? WITH A MEAN!BF!RAFE ?? 😩😩😩‼️

“Bats. I think you know what it is…” Rafe laughs and the sound is like music to your ears, you love his laugh. “I’ve loved you since… well, since you yelled at me in that cemetery and told me off, if I’m being honest. I’ve never met anyone like you, baby girl. And I’m not - you know I’m not the best with words but I wanna spend the rest of my life with your weird little ass. Marry me?” OWLZWLDLS I'M ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF BY THE WINDOW, HE'S SO PERFECT !! OFC YES 🫦🫦

“Yeah, baby, f’course. Who else?” He whispers in your ear and kisses down your throat and god you want to blow him right this instant. You grind your ass down against him and he laughs into your neck, his breath fanning against your skin only spurring you on. “Always so horny. C’mon, let’s eat first, lil succubus.” NOT THE TIME TO BE SARCASTIC OR IRONIC BUT PLEASE I'M GIGGLING RN

When you pull the cloth from your eyes you can’t help but gasp. You’re standing in what looks like an abandoned mausoleum, surrounded by candles. There’s a blanket spread out with a bottle of wine and the vintage picnic basket you found at the thrift store last year. He even brought the Jack O’ Lanterns you carved together a few days ago and lit them up. Tears well in your eyes as you take in the scene before you. HE DID HIS BEST AND I'M PROUD OF HIM 🥺🥺🥺

just read your new rafe x weird!reader and oml im obsessed with them 🫠

can we maybe see rafe finally proposing to her ?!

Thank you sm!! Ofc!! Sorry this took me so long, I’ve been plotting this moment for a minute… Mostly fluff 18+MNDI

“Rafeee” You whine, shuffling in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s truck, the blindfold on your eyes obstructing your view entirely. You had no idea where he was taking you, he just told you ‘to put on something pretty and get your little ass in the car’. “Seriously, where are we going?”

“Hush. I told you to stop askin’, didn’t I?” Rafe’s large hand reaches out to grab your thigh, squeezing it. “Just be patient, aight? It’ll be worth the wait, promise.”

You throw your head back with a groan and it makes Rafe chuckle. His ever impatient girl. But he can’t be giving away in secrets no matter how cute you are when you pout. Not tonight. Tonight had to be perfect. He drove out here to this spot you’ve been begging him to take you before picking you up to set everything up and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous. Which was out of character for him. Rafe Cameron doesn’t get nervous. But with you? It’s different. He pulls onto a dirt road before putting the car in park and when you reach for your blindfold he bats your hand away.

“I said no peaking, brat. Keep it on till I say.” Rafe cuts the engine and exits the car so he can come around to let you out. He offers you a hand down and guides you into his arms before leaning down and placing a kiss to your temple. “Can’t have you spoiling the surprise. C’mon.”

He drags you along and you can tell you’re walking through grass and dirt but other than that you’re clueless as to where you are. You keep stumbling every few steps and you hear Rafe playfully scoff before he’s lifting you in his arms and carrying you bridal style. He carries you to what you assume is his desired destination before setting you down gently on your feet again.

“Stay here. And keep that shit on, I mean it.” Rafe’s large finger taps the blindfold on your eyes before you hear some shuffling around. He approaches you again, this time standing behind you with his arms looped around your waist. “Okay, you can take it off now.”

When you pull the cloth from your eyes you can’t help but gasp. You’re standing in what looks like an abandoned mausoleum, surrounded by candles. There’s a blanket spread out with a bottle of wine and the vintage picnic basket you found at the thrift store last year. He even brought the Jack O’ Lanterns you carved together a few days ago and lit them up. Tears well in your eyes as you take in the scene before you.

“Wow - Rafe, I - you did all this?” Your voice cracks and your lip wobbles. When you and Rafe met he wasn’t really a romantic guy at all and over time you’ve softened him up but he’s never done anything like this. “For me?”

“Yeah, baby, f’course. Who else?” He whispers in your ear and kisses down your throat and god you want to blow him right this instant. You grind your ass down against him and he laughs into your neck, his breath fanning against your skin only spurring you on. “Always so horny. C’mon, let’s eat first, lil succubus.”

You and Rafe are sitting on the blanket, enjoying the meal he definitely had the cook put together because there’s no way in hell he could ever cook something like this. You’ve been joking and laughing, sharing sweet kisses and dreams about the future. You look around you, smiling. This really is the best date you’ve ever been on. It’s so thoughtful and so you. Rafe has always taken the time to see you for who you are and that’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him. Tonight is no exception.

“Hey, that guy isn’t lit!” You point at the pumpkin directly in front of you and gasp dramatically. “How could you leave him in the dust like this!? You’re evilllll.”

Rafe smiles at you knowingly. You fell for his trap, hook, line, and sinker.

“Why don’t you light it then, baby?” He takes a lighter out of his pocket and hands it to you. You take it gleefully and crawl over to the pumpkin. Giving Rafe a delicious view of those red lace panties under those little tights you have on. He can’t wait to fucking rip them in half and shove his cock balls deep inside you.

He watches as you take the top off the pumpkin and look inside expecting to find a candle. But instead, there’s a little red velvet box sitting at the bottom of it. You turn back towards your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow and he tilts his head, encouraging you to go on. You reach inside and pull out the box, your hands shaking. Is this really what you think it is? Rafe gets you jewelry all the time, but he never makes such a show of it.

“Go on, princess, open it.” When you flip the lid of the box, your hand flies to your mouth and your eyes well up with tears.

“Rafe, I - what is this?“ you turn toward him and almost jump out of your skin because he’s directly behind you, still towering over you on one knee as you crouch on the ground holding the box with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen in your life inside.

“Bats. I think you know what it is…” Rafe laughs and the sound is like music to your ears, you love his laugh. “I’ve loved you since… well, since you yelled at me in that cemetery and told me off, if I’m being honest. I’ve never met anyone like you, baby girl. And I’m not - you know I’m not the best with words but I wanna spend the rest of my life with your weird little ass. Marry me?”

“Are you serious!? Of fucking course I’ll marry you, idiot!!” You squeal and jump into him, throwing your arms around his neck as the tears in your eyes start to flow down your cheeks. You lean back and place a sweet, messy kiss on his lips as you practically crawl into his lap.

“Yeah? I’m really fuckin’ glad because if you said no I was going to have to lock you in the basement until you changed your mind…” Rafe smirks at you and you burst out laughing. He plucks the box from your hand so he can pull the beautiful, skull, pearl ring from it and slide it onto your dainty freshly manicured finger. He made sure you got a fresh set before this. He knows how you are.

“That’s fucking hot. Maybe we could do that sometime, just for fun?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and Rafe groans at the thought of you all helpless and tied up for him.

“Fuck. I might have to take you up on that, princess.” Rafe takes your face in his hands and looks down at you sweetly, making your insides melt. “But right now? I need you to bend the fuck over so I can show my future wife how much I fuckin’ love her…”

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[moabunnie]

This one is v short sorry lol

Txt buying you jewelry💍

Lil imagines of what jewelry he would buy you ❤️

Warnings: none :)

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Soobin

I think he would buy you some pretty earrings

He loves when you have your ears all dazzled up

Whether it’s small studs that go up your whole ear

Or some dangly earrings that are super sparkly

He just thinks they’re simple but still look super cute

He likes to kiss your ears and maybe give little love bites

Yeonjun

He would buy you an expensive ass charm bracelet, but like with no charms or like one charm at first

But as time goes on he buys you little charms for like your birthday, Christmas, etc

And it reminds you of him all the time :,)

When you two are just chilling, he would fidget with the bracelet and just admire how cute it is on your wrist

He gets sad when you take it off to shower or something bc he just always wants to see it on you lmao

“Didn’t know you didn’t love me anymore” making the most fake pouty face lmfao

Beomgyu

Obviously this man loves rings

And I think he would alternate between buying you new rings, and giving you his own rings

He SPOILS you bc ur his baby so he buys you pretty expensive rings 😩

He bought you so many though that you can’t possibly wear all of them in one day lol

He gives u finger kisses

He likes to pretend to propose to you all the time lmaaooo kill me I want a Beomgyu

^^^ makes you nervous bc you never know if he’s joking or serious sometimes😂

Taehyun

I can’t see him buying like really flashy jewelry

But something simple for you, like earring studs, small dainty necklaces, etc

He thinks you’re pretty no matter what you wear

He loves when you ask him to help you put a pretty necklace on :,)

It just feels intimate in a way to the two of you

However, I think he would buy you some chains

like necklace chains lmao he thinks you look sexy affff

HueningKai

He would alternate between necklaces and bracelets

Like tae, he loves putting the necklaces on for you😩

AND the bracelets^^

You ask him to do it for you (even when you can do it yourself) bc you love that he gets excited about it 😭

He ALWAAYYSS gives u a kiss on the back of ur hand once he clasps the bracelet on

I think he would also be fascinated by your ear piercings since he doesn’t have his ears done lol

He’d be like “omg did that hurt” or “you’re so cool these look awesome”

[bunnys-babies]

Their Tattoos

AOT x gn!reader

warning(s): nooooope :) (ok like suggestiveness in mikasa’s but that’s it)

a/n: another anon rq! This was interesting to think about and probably put way too much thought into this 😩 I hope you guys like!! (ps - happy Valentine’s Day :3!)

characters: zeke, eren, sasha, mikasa, pieck, connie, armin, reiner, porco, bertholdt, levi, & jean

Zeke

I need you to know it’s taking everything in me to not say he has one of those man sleeves where it’s a forest, with a rose, clock, and/or like a lion or something. You all know wtf I’m talking about. Anyways, he has a few but nothing too interesting. Mainly some small sentimental ones on his arms, and one near his wrist. That’s about it for this guy.

Eren

Let Connie start to practice on his thigh once and nearly puked from the anxiety of it being bad so he stopped him mid-tattoo. Sometimes when he’s working out and his mid-thigh shorts rise you can see a speckle of it. Not as many as Mikasa, but a little more than Armin! He goes with Mikasa a lot when she makes her appointments and half the time decides, fuck it, and makes his own. He doesn’t stick to one specific style of tattoo though. He has a few American traditional style ones and a couple other simple-ish ones. He’s pretty chill about them and doesn’t take it too seriously yk :)

Sasha

Not too many actually! Shes got like one stick n poke she tried to give herself in high school on her ankle and she hates it. Other than that, she has a couple random ones on her legs and the one she’s got matching with Mikasa behind her ear! A simple girl :)

Mikasa

Didn’t think she’d want a lot of tattoos at first, and only got a little rose on her wrist for “funsies” (according to Sasha) on her 18th birthday. But she ended up really liking how it looked, and wanted more… and more… and more.. LOL. Thus, tatted up Mikasa was born (whimpers) . She started with her legs first, and is now slowly expanding onto her arms. She likes the look of patchwork sleeves the most for sure. And lastly, she’s got a little matching one with Sasha behind her ear!

Pieck

Has a decent amount, I’d say maybe 6 if you aren’t counting the dainty dots she has on her fingers. They’re all very simplistic line work, nothing too intricate or hyper detailed, and nothing too meaningful either. Mainly pretty pieces she thought up mostly herself (art student pieck >>>>>>). Only one is on her calf, and the rest are spaced across both her arms.

Connie

His thighs are covered, littered, with tiny random ass tattoos that are from himself with a tattoo gun he bought impulsively when he was hammered. He’s honestly not half bad. But he couldn’t care less about what they look like - he’s literally got a tiny dick n balls on his left inner thigh because he can just do that. Who’s gonna stop him? Nobody. Also has not a single professional tattoo. “Why would I pay for one when I can literally do it myself?”

Armin

He has a few! Most are in places you wouldn’t see with his clothes on, which is mainly because for a while he was so scared his grandparents would scold him for having tattoos (???). No, they never said they would and in hindsight he’s not sure why he thought that either. But now he just thinks it’s a fun little surprise. For example, he has one on his shoulder blade that you wouldn’t see unless he was shirtless! He’s also very picky about all them matching style wise, and doesn’t have any in color.

Reiner

100% sticks to American traditional style for most, if not all, his tattoos. He doesn’t have a working sleeve per say, but he’s definitely a little tatted. It fits the whole “scary big man but actually a teddy bear” vibe he’s got going on - not that he does that on purpose though lol. The only exception is a tattoo he got with Bertholdt along his right side on his ribs (mf ouch). They’re not matching, but they have a similar meaning about their childhood and growing up together. Very cute honestly

Porco

Mmmmm, none! He just hasn’t really had too much of a desire to get one, and the fact it’s like permanent permanent just gets him in his head about it a little. Although Pieck has tried to convince him a few rare times to get one with her, maybe one day he’ll come around but he’s chillin for now :).

Bertholdt

He of course has the tattoo with Reiner across his ribs, which hurt literally so bad (it also was his FIRST tattoo, no neither of them thought about that). But he also has a a few scattered across his legs! He’s actually not the biggest fan for super serious sentimental tattoos, and part of it is because he takes a lot of things in his life really seriously. So, it’s nice to feel like he’s doing something freeing and just a little reckless in his own safe way :). Oh, and the one and only time he got absolutely plastered on his 21st birthday he did, indeed, let Connie give him a tattoo on his foot (ouch again). At this point Connie’s just crossing them off a list LOL

Levi

Is this controversial?? I don’t know, but Imma say none 😳 he honestly has no clue what he would even get, and he hates the idea of them fading. And what if someone did a shit job? Well too bad cause now he’s stuck with it forever. He also just can’t picture himself with tattoos, like he almost feels awkward imagining it?? Like Levi, no one’s asking you to get a face tat, but that’s where his mind goes every time.

Jean

One, because he’s too scared to get anymore (but he’d never admit it), and it’s his moms birthday on his inner wrist. Although Connie did convince him to get an inner lip tattoo that just said “SWAG” because he said “nah bro you won’t do it, no balls.” Thankfully it’s basically faded away by now 😭

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[yeonhwrts]

hi! congrats for 100 followers <3 i’d like to participate in your event :) i have read the request rules

my ult group/bias: txt & yeonjun

fav song atm: heaven and back - chase atlantic

my aesthetic: it varies from dark academia to minimalist

fav season: winter

personality: shy or playful

member i wanna be shipped with: yeonjun

also could you make it nsfw? ty!!

— 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ᯅ. . ✿

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut , as usual mdni pls <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : choi yeonjun x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dom!yeonjun , pussy slapping

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝟒 𝐔 ♡ ♡ ! hi anon , i really had fun writing this lol 😭 i hope you enjoy this as much as I did . Plus your music taste ?! chefs kiss mwah 😩

You clench your thighs together and bite your lips for what feels like the 100th time today seeing your entire instagram feed filled with pictures of Yeonjun's performance today . You squirm a little in your seat as you watch your boyfriend easily own the stage with his sexy and alluring aura , his foxy seductive eyes looking straight into the camera as he glides his tongue along his bottom lips .

Embarrassingly enough , your panties are drenched in slickness as you try shifting your positions to provide some relief to your throbbing core . Yeonjun would be back anytime now , as he had texted you half an hour ago telling you that he was done with his schedule . But you do not think you can resist the sensation of your fluttering cunt , it is definitely getting uncomfortable . So you do the only logical thing in this solution .

you slowly trace a hand down your body and reach towards the hem of your now , slick panties . You wiggle out of the uncomfortable clothing and throw it on the coffee table beside your couch . You continue watching short clips of his performances , as one of your dainty fingers slightly traces and plays with your outer labia , trying to get some relief without actually doing anything.

You were busy playing with yourself to notice that Yeonjun had entered home . What breaks your trance was a sound of someone clearing their throat , making you snap your head towards the source of noise . You see Yeonjun leaning against the doorframe , his plump bottom caught in between his teeth , as his eyes rake through your bodily hungrily . He reaches towards the couch and bends down to brush away some hair from your sticky forehead . "My pretty angel."

"What's all this , hm?" he asks , trailing his eyes down your body before stopping at your dripping pussy . You feel another gush of slick form by the way he was staring at your cunt . "Did you touch yourself while I was not home baby?" Yeonjun asks clearly irritated . You are too embarrassed by being caught be your boyfriend to even respond .

He slowly trails a hand down your body , a small whimper leaving your lips as his fingers graze your now perky nipples . He slightly trails his fingers over your slit and pulls away , as you look at him in confusion . Before you could ask what's wrong , he lands a sharp slap on your cunt , making you gasp but a lewd moan leaves your lips immediately after . "Fuck!" you cry , feeling your cunt clench and pulse around nothing . Looking down at the hand that glistens under the dim lightning of your living room , Yeonjun chuckles .

" Angel can't go a day without being stuffed full with my cock huh ?" He rubs your cheek softly with the other hand.

"Tongue out" , he demands and so you obey him immediately . He places his now slick covered palm in front of you . " Clean it up baby ." And you gladly obey and lick your arousal off his hands until he pulls away , satisfied . He smirks down at you clearly knowing he was in control of the situation, his eyes filled with lust like he's literally about devour you .

"On your hands and knees on the bed . Now ."

navi !?💕

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