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[sooniessoulmate]

ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕆𝕗 ℍ𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 ~ ℂ𝕙.𝟚 ~ 𝕊𝕜𝕫, 𝕋𝕓𝕫, 𝕋𝕩𝕥, & 𝔼𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠: 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕔𝕙.𝟙 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛

Kihyun dragged Y/N to her new sleeping quarters, while she continued to cry until they reached the room. He opened the door and shoved her inside, closing the door behind him.

“I have had just about enough of your cry baby shit,” Kihyun snarled.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, sniffling her nose.

“You are fucking sorry,” Kihyun huffed. “I can’t believe someone like you is the daughter of Dragon.”

“I’m not his daughter,” Y/N argued.

“How stupid can you be?” Kihyun asked. “Why would he go through so much trouble to protect you if you weren’t his actual daughter?”

“I don’t have an answer for that,” Y/N sighed. “I wish I did though.”

“I’m done with this stupidity,” Kihyun snarled, plopping down on his bed. “Now get dressed into your pajamas because we’re not going anywhere else tonight.”

“None of my stuff is in here,” Y/N stated.

“Your father took care of that for you, he got you more appropriate clothing than that garbage you’re used to wearing,” Kihyun laughed. “You’re really lucky to have such a loving dad.”

“I don’t want anything from him,” Y/N declared, turning around to walk out of the room. 

Kihyun appeared behind Y/N before she had time to open the door. He swung her around, pinning her back against the door.

“I suggest you stop fighting,” Kihyun snarled. “Or this is gonna be a really hard life for you.”

“Kihyun let me go,” Y/N demanded.

Kihyun moved his face an inch from hers and smirked devilishly before running his tongue from her chin to her eye. “You’re in no position to be making demands.”

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N cried. “I thought you were supposed to be protecting me.”

“I am but I’m hungry,” Kihyun smirked, moving Y/N’s hair off of her neck. “And besides, I wanna find out what royal blood tastes like.”

“Please don’t do this,” Y/N begged.

“Yes, beg some more,” Kihyun smirked. 

Y/N stared at him with utter disgust, unable to believe that this is who was entrusted to keep her safe.

“Don’t worry princess, it’s not like I’m going to kill you,” Kihyun explained, moving her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her still in control of the situation as his fangs became exposed and his eyes turned to a shade of green. “I just want a taste.”

“Your eyes,” Y/N gasped.

“What about them?” Kihyun asked.

“They’re green,” she gasped.

“Yea and?” Kihyun huffed.

“Why are they green? I thought vampires’ eyes turned black,” Y/N stated.

“Oh my god you’re so fucking stupid,” Kihyun growled. “I’m a hybrid not a fucking vampire.”

He leaned down, puncturing the skin on Y/N’s neck with his fangs, drawing her blood into his mouth. She could see smoke coming out from his mouth, the sound of sizzling overtook the sounds of silence in the room. But Kihyun didn’t seem to be phased. 

“Mmmm,” Kihyun moaned as he continued drinking her blood.

The feeling was a strange euphoric sensation, sending shivers throughout her body. “Please. Stop,” she begged.

Kihyun pulled away for a moment, to gaze deep into her eyes. As smoke poured out of his mouth he said, “you taste like heaven.”

“Isn’t my blood burning you?” Y/N wondered.

“That’s part of the pleasure,” Kihyun smirked, biting down on the other side of her neck.

Y/N realized her fate was in his hands and there was nothing she could do to stop this from happening. She closed her eyes, slowly losing consciousness.

“Y/N,” a woman’s voice sounded out.

She sat up, looking around, realizing she was no longer in her new bedroom. She was in the middle of a forest, surrounded by huge trees, the only light was the almost full moon above the forest canopy. She was dressed in pajamas but had no shoes on her feet.

“How did I get here?” she said to herself.

“Y/N,” the woman called out again.

“Who’s there?” Y/N asked, looking around.

A white figure started coming towards Y/N through the trees. It was a beautiful woman who had an almost majestic glow around her. 

“Y/N,” the woman smiled. “I’m so glad we finally have the chance to meet.”

“Who are you?” Y/N wondered.

“That’s not important,” she smiled, comfortingly.

“How did I get here?” Y/N asked.

“I brought you here.”

“But why?” Y/N wondered.

“You are in grave danger,” the woman stated. “You cannot trust Jiyong. He’s an awful beast and will destroy you just as quickly as he is willing to destroy everything else in his life.”

“I don’t trust him,” Y/N said, shaking her head no.

“You’re more powerful than you know,” the woman continued. “You need to focus on your natural abilities and learn to harness the powers of your ancestors.”

“How do I do that?” Y/N asked.

“You know plenty of witches that will be able to help with the process,” the woman smiled. “Then after you find your full strength, you must die at the hands of a vampire.”

“What?!” Y/N gasped.

“It’s the only way to stop him,” the woman explained. 

“I have to die in order to stop him?” Y/N repeated, still unable to comprehend the full extent of what the lady was implying.

“That’s right,” the woman nodded. “It’s the only way.”

“But,” Y/N started.

“BUT NOTHING,” she yelled.

Y/N exhaled deeply sitting up, no longer in the magical feeling forest. She looked around, realizing she was somehow sitting in the middle of the witch’s sanctuary.  

“Did you have a good slumber?” Taehyun asked who was sitting on a bench, smiling widely at her.

“Taehyun?” Y/N gasped. “How did I get here?”

“I’m assuming you had a visit from her,” Taehyun sighed, ignoring her questions.

“Who is she?” Y/N wondered.

“I’m assuming you met the original witch,” Taehyun said, sitting up.

“The original witch?” Y/N repeated. “What does she want with me?”

“I don’t know,” Taehyun said. “But whatever it is, it must be important. She doesn’t come to see just anyone.”

“She said I have to die,” Y/N whispered.

“That can’t be,” Taehyun denied. 

“That’s what she said,” Y/N insisted. “She said it was the only way to stop him.”

“To stop who?” Taehyun wondered.

“My father,” Y/N said, looking down at the floor.

“Y/N,” Yeonjun yelled, running into the sanctuary.

Y/N looked up, smiling widely when she saw Yeonjun. She stood up and ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Y/N gasped, feeling her face getting warm.

Yeonjun pulled away so he could look into her eyes, “I’ll always be here for you.”

Y/N instinctively pressed her lips against Yeonjun’s, feeling electricity throughout her body. This moment was the first time she felt safe since she came to this school.

“Would you two get a room already,” Taehyun groaned, rolling his eyes.

Y/N pulled away, laying her head onto Yeonjun’s chest, refusing to let go of him.

“Please just hold me a little longer,” Y/N whispered.

“I’ll never let go,” Yeonjun said, kissing the top of her head.

“Y/N,” a man yelled from outside of the sanctuary, “come out now before I burn this shit to the ground.”

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[heylinfanclub]

Wanna add some of my psyche-circus characters to Art Fight next year and wonderin how deranged it is to ShARE my PERSONAL THERAPY OCs but like,, psh,, plenty of artists do that. They're just mildly better at making a relatable narrative out of it.

quick doodles for anatomy figuring. Cage (he/it) the 'Black and White Beast', master of Cognitive Dissonance, Black n White Thinking, Acceptance/Irreverence, best dealt with via DBT. Lives in a cage of his own volition, just as I have (probably necessary to befriend to manage a healthy ego death n acceptance of 'necessary struggles'). Could go into how his mouth opens (only on one side at a time), and might make its markings *more complex*, and can split his face open. Considered rather frightening, but its most egregious behavior is just *acknowledging reality is uncaring of my values or desires to escape it* and that it is *ever pressing, ever passing me by or ever dragging me along by the throat* and that So Much Is True And Not True at Once. A haunting 'reminder' of things that you just can't escape. Existentialist. mMmm might draw it bein' creepy w my fursona.

tbh feels like a logical evolution of an old OC I made at like,,, 11,,, who was always in a straight jacket and affirmed that Reality is Corrupt and Dissociating from it is BETTER (or lashing out violently at anyone who gets in the way of ur comfort). Now he can't fit in no Jacket and it's only escape is The Cage (which while made relatively comfortable/safe feeling, its still disregarding things JUST outside some things that are like, WITHIN THE SELF). And while he's no longer Physically Violent, it's going to hunt you down just to mentally torment you for sure.

[ameridad]

Illinois and a 30’s/40’s Indiana!

Illinois got the butterfly in the 20’s, as tattoos were gaining popularity with the flapper type crowd, which she was very active in. The French tattoo was more recent as an homage to her roots. The card is from a famous death in NY’s mafia. She thought it was a rather poetic death.

Indiana only has the one cross on her wrist. When Illinois got involved in the mob she convinced Indiana to help her. To watch her back, as Illinois put it. So Indy got the cross tattoo for a little bit of hope.

[caemidraws]

Hey can I ask about quincy's design real quick? Is he wearing a mask, or is that how his face looks? (Sorry I'm new here)

I can confirm on his behalf that he is - indeed - Not wearing a mask

[0ghostwriter0]

It's You

A/N this is part two but part one is here

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader

Word count: 1,638

Warnings: Smut also this is my first time writing smut so ahhh

Summary: You and Henry are finally single do you have a shot?

From the outside, this house looks lavish. It has been built with wood covered in render and has white pine wooden decorations. Tall, squared windows allow enough light to enter the home and have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way. The Autumn breeze had scooped a last lake of leaves around the grand front door. Still scooped in Henry’s arms, you nuzzled closer to protect you from the sharp air. As you were carried down the small concrete path, Henry reluctantly let your small frame back on the ground to retrieve a clump of assorted keys.

From the inside, the vast entryway was silent before a bounding bear attacked your shaking knees. Grinning widely, you bent down to pat his fluffy belly. Behind you, Henry admired the new sight before him as he slowly removed a jet black leather jacket. Placing the jacket on the coat hooks to his right, Henry drop his keys on the sideboard. The sudden clink made you jump to stand up straight much to Henry’s disappointment. Swiftly, moving to greet his pal, Henry amused the energetic Akita with hasty cuddles.

“Now Kal, I need to borrow your friend and I’ll get her back to you later” Henry cooed to the bear as he guided him into the living room. Now residing behind Henry, you started to fumble with the hem of your skater skirt. Suddenly panicking, you remembered how press follow you everywhere as well as Henry which meant they could be outside now. Swinging around to face the door, your soft trembling turned into shaking.

Pulling you out of thought, Henry snaked his arms around you from behind and brought his mouth teasingly to your ear. The warm breath sent shivers to your core. You feel safe yet completely exposed at the same time. Bitting your lip gently, your body falls into the deep musk of the burly man. All insecurities flow out of your body like a wave of relief.

“Henry, I… I think I’ve.. urm” your fear of relationships after your ex had only worsened but you needed this. He could tell you had reservations about commencing a relationship more than friends as it could risk all you’d built together. Relinquishing you from his grasp, Henry swirled you around like an eloquent ice skater.

“We can talk and I’ll fix you some breakfast or coffee,” Henry spoke softly while lifting your chin. Fixating on his warm honey eyes, you tried to nod but his warm hand restricted the movement of your chin. He chuckled softly before heading across the vast hallway to a neatly kept kitchen. Being the perfect house guest, you slipped off your dainty ballerina pumps. Carefully and cautiously, you feet followed the ghost of henry’s movements. Along the way you smiled as you spotted his discarded timberland boots.

Allured by the sweet sent of freshly ground coffee, you realised that he must have anticipated that you’d agree to come home with him. He knew how your mind worked and it drove you crazy. Like a mouse you creeped up behind the work of god. Unfortunately, you were caught by a smirking Henry rest beside two freshly made coffees. Mercilessly, the muscular adonis ravished your neck with sweet pecks.

“I need to sa- mmmm” melting into the sensual act, your words were swapped with delightful whimpers. The sweet noise halted as Henry loomed over your clavicle; gracefully, his eager hand was stroking small circles to the small of your back.

“I think that I have feelings for you… urm like not friends…like more int-“ pausing when the graze of Henry’s voluptuous lips were just within reach, your mind was racing- burning like the soft spot that sat between you legs.

“Think or know?” His husky tone sparked an exquisite roaring flame in the depths of your womb. To build up your courage, you pressed your foreheads together like a mating lioness.

“I know… and I need you,” Henry growls in at your answer like a prima mate. Desperately, the husky animal ambushed your pillow lips as your bodies yearn for each other. You hum as his hands pull your body to cling to him. Gasping softly as he sucks on your bottom lip, you moth gapes open allowing a perfect passage for Henry’s wandering tongue. God why did you wait so long? His talented lips steal dirty whimper which distracts your senses from the wandering hand which slips beneath your knitted top. Carefully, exploring the roundness of your perky breasts, Henry growled at meeting your erect nipples. His member grew painful hard. You’d both waited a long time.

“Bed!” You mewled. Of which he hastily complied as he rushed you up the hard oak staircase. With each step of the stairs, you felt the overwhelming bulge of Henry’s desire. Colliding with the closed door, your kissed grew desperate as Henry forcefully broke open the door. This man. The hard tent in his pants jerked into your clothed core. Frantically, Henry threw you on to the quilted four-post bed. When you get back to this moment again, your sure he’ll utilise all four posts. Sensually, Henry hovers over your lower half as he slips down the suede skater skirt. You breath hitches as his warm breath attacks your exposed upper thighs.

Trailing up to your apex, Henry litters you with butterfly kisses while using his soft claws to kneed your breasts. Impatient and aroused, you discard your knitted top and comfy bra. Grinning mischievously, Henry parts your soaked panties and dips the tip of his tongue into the river of arousal between your lower lips. While you moan for him, he plunged deeper to draw out his name from your lips.

Momentarily, Henry removes his experienced tongue to free your tilt from the constraints of your soaking knickers. Rip. The dark lace broke under the needy hands of the roused man but it didn't bother you in the slightest. You needed to replace the overwhelming pleasure that was once captivating your entrance. Henry watched greedily as you slipped you hand down to the dripping folds and dipped your fingers into the searing heat. A growl released as your whimpering grew stronger with self-pleasure but it was nothing compared to the sensation Henry made you feel. Sinking his own fingers into your arousal, Henry added much-needed friction to your aching mound.

“Ahhhh Hennnnry just mmhmm make love to me” you desperately cried out. Harshly, Henry whipped your fingers from your vagina. If anyone would make you come undone then it would be him and only him. Vigorously, the thick fingers were snapping in and out of the pool of arousal making you edge closer to your apex. Determined and ravenous, Henry continued to piston his digits as he drew himself up the bed to capture your face in a hungry attack. You used this new position to drift your hand over his clothed cock. Gasping slightly, Henry allowed you access to delve into his perfect mouth. Smirking softly, you revelled in the sweet taste of your core which had invaded Henry's mouth. Curling inside you, the skilled fingers knocked you off the edge.

“I'm...” you tried to communicate but your orgasm ripped through you like a hurricane which Henry took advantage of as he's tongue won dominance in your mouth. Drawing out your release, Henry slowed his relentless fingers as your warm juices trickled down his thick fingers. Pulling away slowly, lips barely touching, Henry looked down to admire the mess you'd created because of him. Gently, his digits were removed from your swollen mound and placed in his mouth to taste his triumph. You took this moment to plan you strategy for attack.

“So sweet and hot, imagine that all over my length. I'm going to stuff you so full you can feel me through next week. You-” even though Henry's words made your core tingle in the second run of excitement, you cut him off.

“Make love to me” Henry did not need to be told again. Stripping to show all, Henry made sharp and efficient work of discarding every article of clothing left on the two of you. He leaned in and pressed his pillow lips against yours as he shifted his hands to your back; guiding you under his godly frame, Henry clutched your body against his. With urgency, the Adonis drove his tongue between your lips and plunged it into your mouth which earned a soft moan from your occupied mouth. A playful glint arose from your eye as your wandering hand circulated his pulsing member.

A small gasp rendered from your lips due to the hunger emitted from Henry's attack on your lips. You emulated this with light pressure and slow(ish) strokes of his length. Slowly building speed, you heard a low growl emulating from Henry. Drifting, Henry's hands resume their position to massage your breasts as his hips buck into your faster strokes. Breaking away for air, Henry rested his head at your neck leaving small sensual nips in his wake.

“I need to feel your walls around me, ” his breathy growl tickles your ear in delight. As you already use the pill, you moved immediately to place yourself in a prime position. Removing your hand, Henry guided his extremely hard length to tease you slick entrance. Bucking your hips, you couldn't handle the overwhelming sensation.

“Are you sure?” Henry questioned again as he stared deeply into you eyes. His honey orbs melted your heart. Placing you hands on his cheeks, you pushed a delicious kiss onto his plump lips.

“Yes, ” Pulling away, you looked deep into the eyes of each other as Henry dipped his penis into the pool of pleasure. Both moaning simultaneously, you moved like a finely tuned orchestra- in perfect harmony with one another. This was heaven.

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[romanceimp]

Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month) 

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

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Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.    

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.  

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?    

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.  

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar.  “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and  couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off,  finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking.  The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.  “You’re just a baby,  you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed.  “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party…  you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.”  Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his,  your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand.  “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’,  ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”  

[cafedanslanuit]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   12    -   masterlist

↪ character: jumin han [mystic messenger]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, cam girl, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, porn with plot.

↪ a/n: the way i intended this to be short and turn out to be a full story lol. still, i really liked this and i can picture going back to this scenario again <3

Pop-up ads were Jumin Han’s worst nightmare.

No matter how many fancy antivirus the tech department installed on his laptop, he always managed to click somewhere he wasn’t supposed to and next thing he knew, there was a picture of an erect penis on his screen.

It usually didn’t irritate him as much, but that day he had to stay up working on a project and now he was stuck in a website he couldn’t close, no matter how many times he clicked the small “x”. He had called someone from the tech department and solicited a new laptop. It was going to take around thirty minutes for it to arrive. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked disgusted at his screen, where a blonde woman was playing with her breasts in front of the camera, that said “Live”.

Once again, he tried to close the window, but instead opened a new one instead, making him roll his eyes backwards in exasperation. When he looked at the screen again, he saw a young woman with long brown hair and big eyes looking at the screen with a small smile. It felt like she was looking right into her eyes, and he covered the camera on his laptop for a second just to make sure she wasn’t. She was wearing a white baby doll while kneeling on her bed, her bare thighs looking incredibly soft and alluring. She wasn’t touching herself but rather playing with her hair and giggling once in a while after looking at her screen. Jumin’s eyes darted to the right, where he saw comments from anonymous people appearing by the second.

As she read them, she propped up her thigh, making Jumin blush instantly. He couldn’t see her underwear, but the innocent way she had moved as if she hadn’t figured out she was showing more skin made his head spin.

His security guard knocking on his door made him come back to reality. His new laptop was probably back. Jumin quickly noted down the name of the user and the name of the website that had appeared in front of him before opening the door and taking his new laptop to finish up his work.

Watching her became a regular thing he did right before he went to bed. After a quick research he had understood what was the purpose with what the internet called cam girls, but the girl he had become so obsessed with didn’t meet all the criteria. For example, he hadn’t seen her naked once, every time she wore lingerie that covered from her breasts to her bottom. She usually just chatted with the people that left comments and sometimes would show off the clothes she was wearing. Jumin felt embarrassed at the tent that formed in his pants after she turned around to show off a cat lingerie that had a tail attached to it.

Two weeks after his discovery, he found himself again watching her. She was wearing a black lingerie set and was kneeling on her bed, a slightly distraught expression on her face.

“No, thankfully I’m okay,” she said, and her voice made Jumin’s heart flutter. “It just isn’t working anymore. A lot of smoke came out and I had to call a tow truck.”

He paid attention to the comments as they appeared and figured out it was about her car breaking down. She proceeded to explain how much she needed it to get to work and that she still didn’t have the money for it.

“So, if anyone can donate at least $5 I’d be really thankful,” she shrugged with a sheepish smile that didn’t match with the website he was watching her in.

For the first time ever, he moved his fingers to the keyboard and typed a message.

user18368: ‘How much does it take to fix your car?’

He watched her eyes go to her screen and read his comment.

“Oh, it’s about $2000. So yeah, I’m hoping I can get some here and then maybe sell some of my stuff, I don’t know,” she answered, fixing the strap on her bra.

The big golden ‘Donate’ button seemed to get bigger as he weighed his options. Jumin wasn’t an impulsive person, but seeing her sad face and the fact $2000 wasn’t a lot of money for him to begin with, he impulsively took out his credit card and filled out the form to send the money she needed.

The look of surprise on her face was enough for him to smile when she saw his donation appear on the screen. The cute way she covered her mouth with her hands as she bounced on the bed with glee was all Jumin needed to stop asking what the other people in the chat meant by calling him a ‘simp’. She thanked him, or well, she thanked user18368 for the donation and said she would call him later for his reward.

Reward?

Jumin’s eyes flickered to the stop of the screen where he saw the title of that day’s stream: ‘Emergency giveaway: 1 on 1 session! <3’.

Oh.

Not even five minutes after she finished the stream, he saw a small pop-up on the website that said ‘Sweetheart’ wanted to chat. Jumin swallowed thick and clicked on the ‘Accept’ button, not sure what he was doing. The girl appeared on his screen and waved at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face.

“Hey! Thanks again for the car money. I owe you my life,” she joked, bouncing a little on her bed. Jumin stayed silent. His camera and microphone were off, but she was still smiling at him, and unlike the previous times, she was smiling just at him. “Hey, you don’t have to turn on your camera if you’re uncomfortable, but maybe you could turn your mic on? I’m always nervous some kid got here and I’m corrupting a minor,” she explained with a giggle. Jumin pressed on the microphone button.

“Definitely not a child.”

The girl’s eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks blushing at the same time. She bit her lip and then put on a smile again.

“Okay, what would you like to do? Would you like me to do something you like?”

“No,” Jumin answered quickly. “No, I-- I honestly didn’t know there was a prize behind this. I just wanted to send you the money you needed because I’ve been watching you for a while and I wanted to help out.”

“Oh, for how long?” she asked, curiously.

“A couple of weeks,” he said, embarrassed. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s totally okay,” she assured him, smiling again just the way he was starting to fall for. “I don’t really do a lot of shows in public, but sometimes I agree to do other… stuff in private sessions like this,” she said, playing with her hands.

“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.

“Like… well, sometimes I tell them what I would like someone to do to me. Sometimes I play with myself a bit,” she said, her fingers stroking the hem of her cleavage. Jumin felt himself getting hard at every move she made. “Or I watch them touch themselves. But if you don’t want to turn on your camera it’s really okay. I can tell you what to do.”

“What to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed. “For example, I’d like you to lower your pants right now and touch yourself over your underwear. That is, if you’re wearing any,” she added with a cheeky smile.

Jumin looked at his locked bedroom door, not sure what to do. He had never been one to enjoy these kinds of situations, but there was something about her that drew him to oblige to her every word. She was waiting for him patiently, her innocent face a sharp contrast to what she was asking him to do. Still, he started touching himself over his pajama bottoms, his cock twitching at the attention.

“Mmmm, are you by any chance a little hard?” her voice rang, making him look at the screen again.

“Yeah,” he muttered. Jimin felt dirty, he felt like someone was going to catch him doing something indecorous, but he also couldn’t stop himself from complying to her orders.

“I always take that as a compliment,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Can you touch yourself directly now?”

Jumin did as told, freeing his cock and starting to pump it. He let out a groan as he made contact with his erection and right when he was about to apologize, he saw her biting her lips.

“I like your voice,” she commented, playing with her black babydoll. Jumin kept pumping himself, feeling somewhat proud she was reacting to his voice as well. “Now, I don’t want any fast movements. Just slow, like this,” she said, moving her hand on the screen.

He imitated her hand movements with his own, imagining for a second she was there with him instead of behind a screen.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He wanted to go faster, but her hand was still moving slowly and he wouldn’t be the one to do anything but what she asked him to. He saw her biting his lip when he talked again.

“Okay. Now slowly circle your tip with your thumb. But softly, as if it was a small lick,” she winked. She waited for him to do as she said, his breathing becoming more ragged with every second that went by.

Jumin’s deep grunts were making her squirm on her seat. How could someone’s voice be that attractive? She wished he turned on his camera, but knew better than to pressure him to do so. Closing her eyes, her right hand travelled to her front, underneath her lingerie and started rubbing her clit. She let out a soft mewl, her middle finger drawing circles around her clit, making her see stars.

“Keep pumping yourself, a little faster now” she said, trying to ignore how much she was panting at her own ministrations. “But please, let me hear you more.”

With one hand, he brought his laptop closer to him, so she could listen to his voice better. Jumin was never one to do these things. He had been thought better, he knew the proper way to act with a lady, but… the way she was slightly bouncing on the bed as she touched herself had caused a short circuit inside his head.

“Keep going, keep going,” she whispered, a moan escaping her lips. She parted her legs and even if he couldn’t see anything, the sole sight of her hand rubbing against her while her face was contorted in pure pleasure was enough to send Jumin over the edge. He grunted as he did so, staining his stomach with his release, as his eyes were still glued on the screen.

She kept touching herself, the sound of Jumin’s orgasm obviously affecting her, as her back arched as she kept her hand moving rapidly.

A dark idea crossed Jumin’s mind as he saw her getting closer, an idea he might not have acted on unless he was sure she couldn’t see him, like in that moment.

“Keep going,” Jumin instructed her, his voice a bit hoarse as he was just coming back to his senses. She opened the eyes and looked at the screen, her cheeks bright red, and nodded. In a matter of seconds, she was orgasming in front of him, and Jumin thought he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Even as she broke down, her face looked pristine, innocent, and the way she hadn’t even undressed herself or seen him for her to come undone was making his head spin.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to regulate her breathing, a shy smile as she looked at the front camera.

“Sorry, I-- Your voice is just… really hot,” she muttered, looking down at her hands.

“It's okay. You’re very enticing yourself,” he replied, wishing he was able to pull her on his lap and hold her close after sharing such a moment. 

She thanked him again for the money and he shrugged it off. The little wave she did to him as she said goodbye stayed on his mind for the rest of the week.

---

It was like everyone he met knew what he had done one week ago. Jumin knew they didn’t, but that didn’t help from feeling stressed whenever someone looked at him for a second longer than needed. The girl with the long brown hair and big eyes was living on his mind, twisting and twirling the red strings he had there, only managing him to confuse him even more. He had avoided her stream the last few days, wanting to desintoxicate himself, but quickly learnt it wasn’t possible.

“We’re here,” Jaehee said, as Driver Kim stopped the car. It was supposed to be a short balance meeting after the last RFA party, and taking into consideration everyone’s schedules, they had agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. Jaehee had assured everyone the meeting shouldn’t be longer than half an hour, but that their presence was necessary as she needed everyone to sign some documentation for the donations.

When he entered the coffee shop with Jaehee, he saw Saeyoung, Zen and Yoosung were already there. After muttering ‘good afternoon’, she sat on his seat and watched idly as Saeyoung was teasing Yoosung over something he didn’t quite hear.

“Now that the CEO-in-line is here, we can finally order,” Zen said, rolling his eyes at him. Jumin ignored him, not having the energy to respond to that. The actor called over one of the waitressed, who quickly approached their table.

“Hi! Are you ready to order now?” she asked in a cheerful tone.

Jumin didn’t even have to look up to know whose voice he had just heard.

[bangtanlalaland]

more than enough | knj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ your unfortunate divorce has left you questioning life and your entire existence. that is, until, your counselor demonstrates just how much you’re worth.

— marriage counselor!au

⇢pairing: marriage counselor!kim namjoon x divorcee!female reader

⇢genre: angst, smut, pwp

⇢word count: 5.4k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: someone plz stop me from writing these porn-filled, no plot having fics, i think i need help, dom joon makes an appearance (who doesn’t love this man? uwu), lots of filthy filthiness, swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), drunk bathroom oral sex actually (oops), did i mention jungkook makes an appearance? (he’s that blonde babe from the bathroom scene) 😏, masturbation, unprotected sex (always stay safe!), rough sex, breathplay, dumbification, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, choking, creampie, impreg kink (ugh my fave), over-stimulation, voyeurism (oof), multiple orgasms, name-calling (being called a slut), jungkook’s tongue is magical, namjoon’s dick is huge (don’t @ me), premature ejaculation (oops)

a/n: I’ve had this also in my wips for awhile 💜 including like 10+ wips with joon because he’s my bby & I love him so much ugh!

Your fingertips awkwardly fiddle with themselves, a slight tension in your shoulders that you’re sure is visible. With legs crossed, you take a deep breath and contemplate your next guilty pleasure meal of the day. Everything around you seems black and white; since your divorce, you’d become null and void — not understanding why life itself got you to this point. You’d often question your purpose in life.

Why me? What did I do wrong? Am I not enough?

But here you are, reminiscing when everything seemed smooth, lovely, and peaceful. When things weren’t always about arguing over finances, hectic work schedules, a decrease in the amount of quality time spent together, or most importantly: pleading for just the smallest ounce of attention.

The sudden sound of your counselor’s throat clearing startles you, “Mrs. ____?” His notepad and pen in hand, his eyebrows raising up at you, slightly. Not having realized you’d zoned out, your fingers stop moving on their own accord. Your back straightens up just a tad more.

“Sorry, I-”

He cracks a smile, his hand raising up in reply, “Don’t be. Take your time,” You take a deep breath, and silently woosah yourself. Some part of you is curious as to why people like your counselor work these kinds of jobs. You couldn’t imagine having a career where you’re required to keen in on people’s problems everyday and offer advice, when you have problems of your own and can’t get your shit together.

Ugh, life.

“I’m hanging in there. I guess?” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing your expression.

“Can you tell me one good thing that happened to you this week?” You take a deep breath, followed by a coy smirk.

It had been a long time since you stepped out and especially in risqué attire. Your roudy friend and co-worker, Candice, insisted that you needed to spend the night out to celebrate your now freedom — post divorce. A slight sentiment of anxiety takes a toll on you, that is until she orders you both a couple shots of tequila to rile you up.

“Here’s to being young, wild, and free baby!” She exclaims, clinking her glass against yours. The both of you tilt your heads back, inducing more alcohol — hissing due to the slight burn in the back of your throat. Candice taps your shoulder, and hell were you feeling the aftermath of the liquor. You’re all giggles and feeling loopy.

Next thing you know, you’re locking lips with a cutie in the bathroom. Teeth and tongues clashing against each other, the thrill of getting it on with someone you don’t know was exhilarating — courtesy of the liquor in your system. Your mind hadn’t registered the lingering aroma of his cologne, until he pressed you up against the wall and stooped down on his knees, reaching under your dress to pull your panties to the side. Your lady lips revealed to him, and it’s as if he’s as horny as you are in this moment, if not more. The blonde-haired babe glares up at you with those pouty lips and dives head first. His nose brushes up against your clit as he licks a long strip along your folds, stopping to circling his tongue around the bud. His lips encase around your clit, and his muffled moans vibrate against your core, making you throb relentlessly with much arousal. He lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, while your back rests against the wall — an attempt to keep some leverage while having him in between your legs like this.

“Mmmm,” was all you could hear from him as he licks up and down your pussy lips, coating them with his saliva.

Your mind couldn’t even process the last time you’d been eaten out like this; uncontrollable moans slipping out of you, and it feels oh so damn good. Your hips grind against his tongue, helping to bring on your orgasm at a much quicker pace. His soft fingers grip your thighs to keep you in place. He pulls away with a pop and stares at you with those gorgeous, doe-like eyes. Your chest rises up and down, panting to gain your breath back. His fingers find purchase on your lips, and with a light tap you open up sucking them in your mouth. A low groan slips from him, you bob your head back and forth making sure to coat his digits and suddenly he pulls away. With furrowed brows, you hadn’t even processed that his fingers rammed into your pussy, your walls now warm and wet, inviting them in. Your fingers grasp onto his hair, pulling and tugging once his thumb swipes your clit intently. You’re so close and just need a slight push.

“Damn babe, how can you be this wet?” He giggles in your ear. You can smell whatever it is he doused himself in from the bar. You can’t quite pinpoint what exactly, but it is there.

“Just fuck me already, please” You plead with his fingers still inside you, he rubs your clit just right and repeatedly thrusts his fingers in and out. The obvious squelching sound of your pussy can be heard, and you pray to God nobody else suddenly walks in. You guys did lock the door right?

Shit.

And then he stops, removing his digits from you. You frown instantly.

“Need you in my mouth,” He adds, returning to his previous position from before, His lips wrap around your folds, sucking and tugging them with hunger. Like he’s having the most delicious meal in his last day on Earth. He continues to make obscene sounds with his slurping noises, his fingers press and rub onto your clit in a rapid motion. Your thighs give out, and it’s a clear indication to you that you’re going to cum. Has it really been this long? Have you really forgotten what it’s like to have an orgasm? That feeling deep within where the bottom of your tummy and core meet, feels tight as a knot. He lashes his tongue out to glide along your folds and sticks himself inside of you, tongue fucking you while rubbing your clit.

“I’m going to cum!” You cry with a labored breath. He uses your cry as a sign to lift your leg over his shoulder while he grips your waist, his hands land on your ass — gripping your cheeks firmly. His tongue lands flat to paint his saliva all over your cunt, his hands aid in gliding his tongue up and down your pussy at a rapid pace. He shakes his head back and forth, his tongue brushing across your throbbing, aching clit as a result. He continues at his relentless pace and suddenly that feeling inside snaps.

“Fuck!” Your thighs tremble violently and your core contracts continuously. Your back arches off the wall, but the stranger doesn’t stop his motions, his tongue continues on its own accord, not letting up. You even feel his fingernails digging into your cheeks slightly. Your fingers grasp onto his strands, tugging with an necessary amount of force — mimicking his motions. His low moans suddenly drawing out more than you expected, adding an extra touch to your orgasm, — your clit feeling used having been stimulated for a moment too long. The trembling of your body subsides, your legs attempting to hold on for a little longer as you fight to push him from you.

“O-okay. Okay, that’s- E-enough. Fuck!” To your luck he pulls off with a swipe of his hand across his mouth, panting and out of breath. You assume that’s the only reason he gave up, until you notice he continues to moan, his face contorted into an expression you suppose is from a feeling of ecstasy. And then his gaze drops down to his clothed crotch; his wide eyes roam upwards to your form, with lips parted. Your trembling figure gradually regaining composure.

“Oops,” He slips, letting out a contagious laugh. You follow where his gaze was before and shake your head.

“I-it’s okay, I understand.” His eyes crinkle up in a crescent-moon shape, and you somehow notice the rosy tint of his cheeks, streaming to his ears. Poor thing. He’s probably embarrassed.

Your counselor listens with open ears, taking in everything you’re describing to him, while jotting down what you think are a few notes. But to your unknown avail, he has written:

Client lacks in sex life, due to divorce Stranger gives oral sex; client reaches orgasm

Namjoon clears his throat before proceeding, “And what is it that makes this-” He pauses to gather the correct words, attempting to wash away the imagination of you spreading your legs out, pussy on display, on his leather sofa.

“Experience a good one for you? Is it the thrill from having an orgasm? Maybe the act of having a stranger perform oral sex on you? Or is it because he orgasmed in his pants by performing oral sex on you?”

You contemplate for a moment, thinking deeply about his speculation. You admit it; he’s great at his job. Well, at least better than you would probably be in his line of work. With legs still crossed, you playfully dangle your ankle up and down, your leg now having fallen asleep but you’re somewhat in an awkward state — speaking to a male about your recent sexcapade.

It’s times like these that you wished you were referred a female counselor. And it doesn’t help with how attractive Mr. Kim is, which is definitely a deal breaker for you. You take in his lavender streaks that paint the strands of his hair, paired with highlights of platinum blonde.

Although, you can’t help but ponder what he thinks of all this? Seeing it as you’re a divorced woman, having developed a dry spell, and can’t seem to even orgasm from her previous husband — the person you’d committed your life to, to what you assumed would have been able to please you in the bedroom but unfortunately he failed. It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Mr. Kim had been there through it all, the good and bad, the ups and downs, twists and turns. It wasn’t that he failed his job, no. He was perfect at it; but, your marriage simply failed. You wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Kim confessed that he knew what the outcome would be, because it was that obvious. But your ex-husband had to hire a professional simply because he was too prideful to admit his wrongdoings and actually “man up” to fix his problems.

Part of you hated that you’d stuck around after the divorce, and you’re surprised Mr. Kim hadn’t suggested you no longer needed of his services. But, you suppose he was just being kind, offering the best of his services — while another part of you assumed he understood that you do need someone to vent to. Being as that, doing so helps to ease the mind. You’re sure he’s aware that everyone needs to talk to someone, even if it’s a stranger.

Except in this case, Mr. Kim isn’t a stranger — quite the opposite actually and some part of you felt vulnerable to him. The fact he knew your story; any personal thing you could think of that’s ever happened to you — you had spilled it all to him. You contemplate: Who does he confide in, despite his career being that he helps those in desperate times of need? Does he ever vent to anyone? And if so, does it help him to stay sane?

You shake your head at the thought of it all, wanting to piece the entire process altogether. You’d almost forgotten he was still here in this very room with you, awaiting a response to slip. And damn, is he patient. You curse yourself for having zoned out that much, and with a clearing of his throat you are gracefully brought back to reality. The atmosphere suddenly parching your form, an odd sensation of heat pooling over you — paired with a sheen of cold sweat approaching.

He stares into your gaze, as if studying you for a moment.

“Mrs. ____?” His eyes still glued onto you, searching for any sign that you will open your mouth for once. But, you can’t seem to say anything else but one word.

“Control.” His eyebrows flick in response and he slowly nods — having scribbled something into his notes:

Control?

“Control?” He questions, giving you the spotlight to elaborate on whatever it is you’re implying. Your foot stops dangling, having now closed both of your legs entirely, squeezing them together. The visual of that stranger’s mouth lapping at your cunt flashes through your mind.

You take a deep breath, “Yes, control.” Namjoon’s eyebrows quirk upward, as if signaling for you to continue already.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You blurt out while grabbing your belongings, in a hurry to leave. Namjoon seethes. He’d endured months, perhaps a year of therapy with you. He refused to let you walk out without being satisfied. And he knows exactly what you need. He had the date written down, when you came to him for one of your sessions and confessed how long it had been since you had sex. It’s a memory he’d never forget, because although he’s a licensed counselor and shouldn’t personally involve himself with his clients — with you it was different. He despised the way your ex-husband treated you. It was wrong, and he couldn’t take the pain of seeing you stressed beyond your limits.

“ ____,” His deep voice now dipped in a stern tone, one you’d never heard before, and he never calls you by your first name. Like ever. With your back turned, you can feel his presence directly behind you. So close, you could practically drown in the warmth radiating from his body. He reaches past you, his fingers finding placement over the lock of the door.

“Sit down,” he commands. You shudder under his rigid voice, finding yourself to obey as he instructs, somewhat afraid of what he’d do if you didn’t comply. His towering figure follows back to his seat prior to your attempt of departing. His legs now spread wide and back slightly slumped in his chair. Your shoulders naturally tense themselves, a result of the heat wave washing over you.

Namjoon glares at you with an unreadable expression, as if he’s peering into your soul, a sudden churn resides in your tummy. You absentmindedly pull your dress down just a tad, the material now clinging to your skin due to the sweat that built up under Namjoon’s gaze.

He strokes his chin, and you thank the Heavens for that sight because it definitely gets you going. His slender fingers grazing amongst his skin, veins popping while doing so. You can only imagine what they would feel like inside your-

“Off the record, I know what you want.” He blurts out, stilling his motions. You question him with a rise of your eyebrows. The coy smirk that appears on his lips has you boiling on the inside, your thighs rubbing together pathetically — to ease the ache within your core. What the hell is this man doing to you?

“Should it be too much for you, the safe word is velvet.”

He removes his glass and places them down on the coffee table separating you both. He proceeds to make his way toward you, eyeing you down as if you’re his prey. He unbuckles his belt and slips, “You’ll do as I say when I say it and not give any back talk. Understand?” Your mouth flies agape at his sudden change in demeanor — only adding fire to the fuel in your heat.

He tilts your chin up with his finger, “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

“Yes- Yes, Namjoon.” He slaps your face, at first in a gentle manner, your kitty throbs in response at the sudden action.

“It’s Sir to you.” You nod in reply, “Yes, S-sir.”

Namjoon sits in his favorite spot, unbuttoning his slacks. His hands snake behind the garment, running along his shaft under his briefs.

“Open your legs and play with yourself,” He demands. Before your brain could process what he requested, your body moved instead. You pry open your legs and Namjoon is instantly met with your aching cunt.

“You little slut,” He mulls with a followed growl, his cock twitching under his grip. “You came all the way here with no fucking panties?”

You nod at his question, bringing your fingers to your wet folds.

“So fucking filthy.” Namjoon pumps himself at the sight of you grazing along your clit. “I should fuck you until you can’t think anymore.”

“Please,” you whine, grinding your hips. You lick the pads of your fingers and rub your clit instinctively, a moan falling from your lips.

“Is that what you want?” He coos, precum seeping from the slit on the head of his cock. “You want me to fuck you silly? Make you cream all over my cock like the good, little bitch you are?”

Wanton moans now become uncontrollable for you, and you lose yourself in Namjoon’s sexy voice laced with lust, “Yes, Sir. P-please, fuck me. I need your cock.”

A low rumble emits from his chest, he runs his fingers through his strands that were glued to his forehead. He pushes his trousers and briefs down to his knees.

“Come here. Now.” He motions with his index finger, and you find yourself at his beck and call. Namjoon slides himself down further in his seat and gestures you over him.

“Sit on my face,” You do exactly as he says and hover over his face. He doesn’t hesitate to grip your hips and lodge his tongue inside of your hot heat. His nose nuzzles your clit in the process, soaking in the fragrance of your womanhood. He graciously fucks your hole with his tongue, then slithers along your inner folds. He sucks and tugs onto them between his plump lips, groaning into your cunt. You naturally grind your hips, following his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” You slip, while grazing your fingers within his strands. Namjoon’s fingers dig deeper onto your hips. He lays his tongue flat down to glide against your clit, your folds having been coated in his saliva. He peers up at you with those wide, sexy eyes, and the sudden shock of his palm smacking your ass jolts you forward — your grip landing on the leather seat. His moans continue to reverberate within your core, emitting a cry of euphoria from you. He wraps his plush lips around your nub and sucks feverishly. His nails graze along the flesh of your ass cheeks and…

Smack.

“Mmmm, Sir!” He shakes his head back and forth, and sucks your clit again — sending you into your second orgasm in the past week. Your thighs tremble and back arches slightly, your nails claw the leather of the seat and your hips grind along his tongue — an attempt to ride out your high. Namjoon lands another harsh smack onto your bottom, and you scream maybe just a little too loud for your liking, yet it’s music to his ears.

But, he doesn’t stop.

He continues his ministrations, and just as you try to break away from his steady pace, he constrains your hips with his large hands, locking you in place. He doesn’t let up on your now sensitive clit, and instead continues to slide his tongue all around and onto your bud. You shake your head in reply, the stimulation being too much but somehow there’s this burning ache that re-approaches, and you know there’s yet another orgasm approaching.

You push his head away, desperately wanting him to get his mouth off your aching pussy.

“P-please, Please.” You plead. But he grips onto you harder and shakes his head in a “no” gesture, his tongue gliding along your clit while doing so. His lips encase around your nub again and eagerly sucks the life out of you. Your legs shiver.

Namjoon mumbles within you, “Cum on my face, again.” His hand slaps your ass cheek again and again, sending you into your second orgasm that seems more powerful than the first. Your entire body convulses, eyes roll back, and you let out a screeching cry. He gently rubs the area he’d smacked before, and peels his mouth from you finally. He slaps your cheek again and demands, “On the couch. Now.”

You’re barely able to recover from your orgasm, and with shaky legs you set on your two feet to make your way over to the leather sofa. Joon follows behind and drops his trousers and briefs down to his ankles, kicking the garments to the side. Your met with the sight of his length, and you audibly gasp. He’s so thick, and your kitty clenches just by looking at him. His dick springs up, and you note the precum now dripping from his slit and down into a thin line.

“Come here,” He says while pushing your head onto his length. He stuffs his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat relentlessly. You grab onto his thick, juicy thighs to keep some leverage. The lewd noises of your throat being fucked can be heard through the office space. Namjoon’s breath hitches at the view of you stuffed with him entirely, his dick literally choking the life out of you. He lets out a grimacing chuckle, “Finally you can keep your mouth shut, huh? Let someone else take control, hm?” He bucks his hips forward, the veins in his arm protruding as his grip on your hair tightens, thrusting himself back and forth into your mouth.

His head falls back in ecstasy. Your nails graze along his bare thighs, begging for a release of air. And you assume that inspires him to torture you even more because before you could process what’s happening. He pinches your nose shut, to keep you from breathing, and holds himself at the back of your throat. You pound his thighs as a result.

“Look at me.” He commands, and with tears streaming down your cheeks, your gaze follows up to his hooded lids as you eagerly pound your fists onto his thighs and scratch the flesh. You’re convinced you are on the verge of passing out until he lets out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard in your life and that’s when his thighs tense up in your touch, his lower abdomen contracts, and bursts of warm cum shoot down your throat. You shut your eyes to focus on not passing out, but somehow with his added jizz, it doesn’t help. You continue to smack his thighs to signal you’re on your way to Heaven if he doesn’t let up. You feel his cock gradually easing out, and then he says…

“Fucking swallow.”

And so you do, managing to swallow every drop of him and finally he releases his throbbing member from your mouth. As soon as you are let free to breathe in some kind of air, you suck in a huge breath — followed by some coughs to gain your breathing back, and then an odd sensation within your head subsides. Once again, you can’t recover. Namjoon pulls you by your hair and shoves you toward the leather sofa.

“Bend down.” And you do exactly as you’re told, obeying him as if you’re a puppy and he’s your owner. Namjoon pumps himself and slaps your ass once you bend completely over, arching your back to push your bottom out more profoundly.

“Such a good slut.” He slaps your ass and you whimper at his harsh demeanor. Somehow you manage to wiggle your goods at him, wanting to know what that monster between his legs feel like, and your craving doesn’t go unnoticed. Namjoon tugs your hair, making you arch your back whilst he forces your entire form against his chest. His stiff length is pressed against your ass, and you find yourself grinding against him for just any type of friction to ease the level of horny that’s overcome your being.

“Look at you all needy for my cock. I don’t think you’re fucking ready for me, hm?” His hold on you grows tighter, and the sharp pain of him pulling your strands, mixed with his cock rutting against your behind, strangely makes your core twitch — a dire need of attention.

“Oh, but Sir! I am ready. Plea-” With that, Namjoon shoves you forward back into doggystyle. And when your back isn’t arched enough to his liking, he takes a big blow to your ass, prompting you to adjust your posture. You’re sure by the end of this so called “session” you’ll slip from his establishment sore and bruised. The tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, he runs himself along your dripping labia, making sure to smother himself in your wet. The rising heat in the pit of your core makes you anxious. You can’t remember the last time it had been when you’d had sex, and you supposed Namjoon knows this. You’re not even sure what all this means. How could you both look at each other the same after this is all done? Will he let you go after this? Maybe refer a different counselor? Or will this continue to be what his “sessions” are about? Or is this just a one time thing, and after today, everything will go back to normal? But how could that be possible?

Your on-going thoughts are put on a hold when a slight stretching-like burn approaches so sudden, and you’re left with a wide-opened mouth. Your nails scrape the material of the couch you have left to hold onto. Namjoon feels like nothing you’d ever felt before. He’s big, you know that. But holy hell does he feel different than he looks; it’s something you can’t explain. With toes curling, you call out his name as if he’s the only person left on the plant. What did you do to deserve this kind of dick? Your walls clamp eagerly around his shaft, sucking him in entirely — like a vacuum.

“Shit! It’s been that long, huh?” He admits, gritting his teeth at the sentiment of how tight you are. “He- Let this go?” He adds, while bottoming out completely. Pulling almost all the way out to slam right back into you — your body jerking forward in the process. “S-so fucking stupid. How- Mmmm.” Namjoon can’t contain himself; he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, trying beyond his limits to not blow his load into you so quickly.

“How could he let this go?” He pulls out and slams back into you again, this time with a harsh punch. He reaches for your hair, balling his fist into the strands, because for this time, he can’t just take it easy on you.

“More for me, then.” And that’s when you scream as if you’re being murdered — more like your vagina is. Namjoon begins a brutal pace, ramming into you and having no second thoughts about it.

“Oh! Unfgh, S-sir!” Your eyes shut instantly and face scrunches up in pleasure; you’d honestly never felt so high in your entire life. If you could be fucked like this at least once a week, you’d truly die happy.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you dumb?” He shoots with a hint of hostility. “I was relieved-” He punctuates with a harsh thrust, “To find out you both divorced… Wanted to fuck the shit out of you ever since you stepped foot into my office… Told me every fucked up thing he ever did to you.” You’re not even sure why but his confession has you smothering him in your juices. The fact he had a desire for you was hot, and you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t have fucked him the first time you had a session with him — that is, without your now ex-husband. Maybe Namjoon is right, maybe you are a slut. But who cares?

Namjoon releases his pull on your hair and pushes your head forward, you languidly fall onto the cushion and bury your face within it while he continues to bang out places in you that you never knew could be reached — his animalistic mannerisms are beyond your comprehension.

“Oh, yes!” You cry out, your figure shifting upwards from his vigorous pace. You nearly topple over at how hard he’s fucking you, and at this moment, you can’t fully think straight with him fucking you senselessly. The only sound you’re aware of is the slapping of his balls against your ass and his grunting here and there. You mumble a few incoherent words, and then a few slapping sounds follows. Your ass cheeks now burning with a hot passion.

“Look at you-” Namjoon grunts as he stills himself inside of you and twists your body around, leaving you to rest on your side. “Can’t even speak properly with my dick inside of you.”

Slap.

“Should clog this little pussy of yours up with my children.”

“Fucking come here,” He hauls you toward him to bring you closer, his cock sheathing itself fully inside of you. Not able to form proper words, your nails drag across his thigh and you wrap your leg around his waist, the heel of your foot digging into his bottom cheek. And just as you blinked, he wraps his hand around your throat and begins plunging his cock in and out of you repeatedly. You’re so close to cumming again, that you find some strength to ease your way between your legs and mindlessly rub your clit. Namjoon notes your actions and squeezes your throat harder.

“Yes! F-fuck!” You attempt to choke out; then Namjoon rams into that certain spot within you that has you seeing stars, and your orgasm floods your entire self that you’re shaking underneath him.

“Fuck yeah,” He coos while releasing your throat and slapping your face left and right. “He was so stupid, hm?” Your walls contracting around him has his cock twitching in a way that he knows is a warning of his impending orgasm. You clench so tightly around him, almost locking him in place, whilst creaming all over his shaft.

“Say it.” You whimper in reply, and he grips your face in place to keep you from squirming. “I want you to say how stupid your ex-husband was for leaving you. Say it now.” Your body continues to tremble and grow limp, yet you force the words from your mouth that even you surprised your own self.

“M-my ex-husband was stupid for leaving me, ahh!” Namjoon jams into you again, his thrusts now a much sloppier pace while his thumb reaches for your clit again, rubbing relentlessly. You wiggle around to somewhat ease your now sensitive, aching clit. But he doesn’t let you. He slaps your face again and pins your arms above your head, his body landing fully on top of yours. He licks the pads of his fingers to find your clit again, and you don’t think it’s possible to cum for the fourth time today, but you’re convinced Namjoon would prove otherwise.

“I want you to cum on my cock again.” He states, with a much softer tone this time, added with, “And tell me how much you’re worth having.” Another wave washes over you, granting his wish. Your chest heaves up and down in an attempt to fully gain your normal breathing pattern back. Your writhing body sends a shock of pleasure straight to his groin, and the need to cum is slowly advancing.

You cling onto Namjoon, and slip “I- am worth it. I-I’m worth having,” It’s as if your simple doing of following his command pushes him over the edge. But your added comment fuels him on even more.

“Cum inside of me, please. Make me full of your children.” With that, Namjoon shudders above you. His member pulses inside of you, streams of his cum color your insides. His lavender-stained strands glue themselves to his forehead, and it isn’t until now that you realize how wet your skin is, courtesy of the leather material below you.

Within the silence that subsides afterwards, aside from the melody of the both of you panting, Namjoon breaks the ice.

“You’re more than enough.”

[peapod20001]

Hi remember when I said I’d post the second part of the Clown Post

Well this is that

A n y w a y s let’s start off with the cute stuff

They give each other cute platonic “nose” boops!! Nose is in quotation marks because those aren’t even noses, they don’t help with anything they are purely aesthetic things on their faces lol

Kiwi is the only one I’m okay drawing the toots of for some reason lol

So they have peets, no toe beans unfortunately lol. They do have padded palms and soles tho, very squishy if u hold them which they won’t let you do

Mmmm HAIR. FUR. WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. Some just have what’s on their heads while others are covered head to toe in fluff. Their hair twitches and curls and does whatever depending on how one feels in the moment. Lovey isn’t entirely romantic lol, it can be platonic like when they’re snuggling with friends or cuddling a baby or maybe they saw smth really cool lolol

Hue hue hue y’all knew it was coming, the teeth. They all got it, even the ones that look cute and pure. While showing their “other mouths” can be an aggressive thing, it is other times used to play around and mess with each other. It can also be used in romantic situations but I won’t be drawing that anytime soon lol

They teach their kids how to do it when they are little, helps to know when they are very displeased with something or someone lol.

Also I forgot to mention this but they are prone to biting things. They just like biting things, it’s comforting lol. AND their pupils are like cats in that they can get very big lol

They can be and become any color you can imagine. Usually they have their main colors and turn various other colors according to how they feel. Really light and non saturated colors mean they are feeling a bit of an emotion while a more saturated color is a stronger emotion. White is a pretty neutral color that almost all prefer to be. Their colors rarely turn black and when they do it’s terrifying for reasons you shall see later :)

This is where things get darker so be warned

In society, they are not well liked. People don’t like how many teeth they have, they don’t like how big and threatening they look, and they don’t like the possibility of one getting aggressive. So their solution is to gang up on them and stop anything bad from potentially happening via beating, taking their kids to raise them to be “normal”, or pulling their teeth. To help prevent this they stay in groups at all times so that there isn’t any chance one could get seriously hurt. Those who do walk alone are usually the ones too big for anyone to really mess with.

If one were to be left alone, they have one last chance of getting protection-

They can get v e r y loud. They get loud enough to catch an attacker off guard and call for help at the same time. If others hear it, they will come.

Now it is time to talk about the freaky growing thing or as I have badly named it, “The Shift”

The “Shift” is their bodies way of protecting itself from potential future dangers. Sometimes a shift is something small like a growth spurt and other times it’s something huge and painful, the pain sometimes lasting a few days after. The sign of a major shift is emotional distress, which is easy to notice due to the dark and saturated colors that engulf their body. It is extremely important for others to be around when this happens so that it doesn’t get worse.

When a shift happens during something traumatic like getting attacked or watching someone close get attacked they get super aggressive, so much so that they might end up hurting themselves trying to get out of the situation.

(Good examples of the freaky growing thing are Ben and Belle)

Annnyyyywwaayyssss that’s about all I have so if you found that interesting, thank you lol

As always if u have questions about anything send an ask lol

And pls reblog if you would be so kind I spent an hour writing this

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Join Me for Dinner” (Rated M)

Sebastian Smythe, now a famous French chef, sets his sights on wooing Kurt. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Sebastian hopes that’s right ... and he has the perfect meal in mind. 

(I actually wrote this a while ago. Had an urge to reblog it, and couldn’t find it for the life of me. So here it is :) Warning for mention of cannibalism. Just gonna put that out there. )

Read on AO3.

Kurt watches Sebastian light the candles on the table and smiles, waiting for his host to sit before digging in to the mouthwatering meal spread out before him.

“You know,” Kurt says, fiddling with the edge of the scalloped tablecloth, “I’m glad you wore me down. These past two weeks have been amazing.”

Sebastian smirks, flicking the lid to the silver Zippo in his hand shut and shoving the lighter into his pocket.

“I’m just glad that after all this time you were finally willing to give me a chance.” Sebastian takes his seat across from Kurt and meets his gaze through the row of lined white tapers.

“I’m never going to believe for a second that you spent all that time at Dalton flirting with Blaine just to get my attention,” Kurt teases, his eyes darting down momentarily to the sumptuous dish of food waiting for him to take the first bite.

“I was, whether you believe it or not,” Sebastian admits with a shrug, pulling up his napkin and motioning for Kurt to do the same.

“Well, you’re full of surprises,” Kurt comments, rolling out his silverware and licking his lips, unaware of how carefully Sebastian watches him. “I would have never pictured you becoming a French chef.”

Sebastian grabs the bottle of wine from the center of the table and opens it, standing again to present it to Kurt.

“A Rare Red Four Grape Blend for your approval, monsieur,” he says as he pours Kurt a generous glass.

“Why, thank you, monsieur,” Kurt answers back, lifting the full glass in a toast. “Votre santé.”

“Votre santé,” Sebastian returns, raising his own glass in a toast. Kurt sticks his nose in the glass and sniffs, letting the aromas of chocolate and black fruit fill his senses before taking a sip, letting the alcohol slowly fill his mouth, wash over his tongue, and tingle down his throat.

“That’s smooth,” Kurt says with a sigh. “Sweet, but peppery.”

“You have an amazing palate.” Sebastian sits back in his seat, his eyes glued to Kurt’s mouth as he takes another sip. “You should come with me to California. If you’re a good boy, maybe we can visit the Scotto Cellar where this hails from.”

Kurt blushes, biting his lip as he looks back down at his plate.

“You know, Culinary Trends magazine calls you the ‘Prince of Presentation’,” Kurt says, swiftly changing the subject, “and they’re not wrong. This looks absolutely gorgeous. How am I going to eat it? I mean, how did you even come up with this design? It’s exquisite.”

Kurt can’t keep his eyes off the symmetrically sliced meat, perfectly blackened and drizzled with a thick, savory smelling brown sauce. It’s a relatively simple meal, but it’s the intricate details that put the overall appeal over the top.

“Well, the pearls around the edge are completely edible,” Sebastian points out with the tip of his steak knife, “and I chose them because they remind me of your beautiful, smooth, flawless skin.”

Sebastian lifts one onto the edge of his knife and offers it to Kurt. Kurt blinks down at it and swallows hard. His eyes dart back up to meet Sebastian’s dark, hooded gaze, and Sebastian can see a flicker of fear.

“Go ahead,” Sebastian purrs. “Trust me. Walk on the wild side.”

Kurt smiles, a grin that twists from scared to sultry with just a blink, and Kurt slips the knife between his teeth, letting the pearl drop off the sharp tip into his mouth. Sebastian moans when Kurt bites into it with a loud crunch, watching Kurt’s mouth move as he devours it greedily.

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers. “Now, the silver beads are also edible, and they remind me of your stunning eyes.” Sebastian collects a silver bead onto his knife the same way, and this time Kurt sucks it off without a second thought, time closing his lips gently around it, the color of Sebastian’s eyes deepening immediately as he watches.

“And the orchids…” Sebastian reaches across the table and plucks one of the vibrant white and purple flowers off the meat, whispering in a voice that is dangerous and rough, full of restrained lust, “represent the parts of you…the soft, intimate parts of you that I am dying to taste…”

He leans across the table and drags the petals of the flower across Kurt’s lips, and this time Kurt moans, letting his eyelids flutter shut and chasing the flower with a sweep of his tongue. Sebastian grins wickedly when he sees Kurt shift in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table.

“S-so…this whole meal…is about me?” Kurt stutters, opening his eyes again to find Sebastian still staring at him with that same hungry, unabashed stare.

“You and only you,” Sebastian says, gesturing to the plate with a flourish of his hand. “The cut of meat, the sauce, the decor…it’s all about you. No one…and I mean no one else will ever eat this meal.”

Kurt would have laughed if not for the sinister look in Sebastian’s eyes that told Kurt every word he spoke was the truth.

“Please,” Sebastian pleads, “take a bite. Let me watch you enjoy.”

Kurt lifts his knife and fork in almost trembling hands as he cuts through the meat. It’s tender, pulling apart, melting like butter beneath the metal of his knife. He skewers the small portion and runs it through the sauce once, taking his time, drawing out the seduction, all too aware of Sebastian’s eyes on him, his hands gripping onto the edge of the table as he waits, watching Kurt lift the fork to his lips to take the first bite.

The meat slips between his lips, onto his tongue. The combination of sweet and savory tingle his taste buds, and Kurt whimpers.

Sebastian watches Kurt chew; watches how the beautiful, long column of his throat works as he swallows; how Kurt’s eyes darken with the effects of the Burgundy in the sauce.

“Oh, Sebastian,” Kurt sighs, breathless, “that’s…that’s like a kiss…or…it’s just…”

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers again, lifting his knife and fork to take his own bite.

***

“Thank you, Sebastian,” Kurt says, breathless after the amazing meal. “That was incredible.”

“I’m glad you appreciate my creations so much.” Sebastian takes Kurt’s hand and walks him to the door. “It’s nice to have someone to cook for.”

“You cook for thousands of people,” Kurt says with a laugh.

“True,” Sebastian agrees, “but I only create for you.”

Sebastian take Kurt’s hand in his, lifting it to his mouth, and presses his lips to the soft skin. Kurt’s eyelids narrow, his cheeks pinking furiously. He wants so much more than Sebastian’s lips brushing against just the back of his hand. Sebastian straightens, and Kurt surprises him, stepping forward and kissing him, capturing his lips gently, sliding their mouths together. Sebastian wraps his arms around him, holding him close, breathing him in and slipping his tongue into his mouth, taking a lazy moment to taste him.

“You know,” Kurt says, talking quietly against Sebastian’s mouth, “I would love to join you in California…if the offer stands.”

Sebastian smiles so Kurt can feel it against his skin.

“You know it does,” he says, kissing Kurt again, kissing him more, talking between presses of his lips and searching sweeps of his tongue. “It will be amazing, I promise. We’ll drink wine, and I’ll cook for you every night.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait.”

Kurt kisses him again – one last, longing kiss to say good-night on; a kiss to remember him by.

Sebastian hums when Kurt finally finds the strength to pull away and say his last good-bye.

“What is it?” Kurt asks, watching Sebastian lick his lips.

Sebastian leans into Kurt’s ear, nibbling his earlobe gently and sighs, “You taste delicious.”

Kurt bites his lip and backs away, taking one last look at his gorgeous boyfriend, holding his hands as long as he can, fingertips sliding out of reach.

“Good-night,” Kurt says again.

Sebastian watches Kurt get into his Navigator, start his car, and drive away.

The words sink in.

Kurt is going with him to California.

This is it. This will definitely be the trip that seals the deal, and Sebastian can’t wait.

He sees a future for him and Kurt – traveling around the world, visiting exciting locales, sampling wines, making love under the stars.

He wants desperately to make Kurt see it, too.

This trip to the West Coast is the first step, and it needs to be special; needs to be perfect.

Sebastian drops down on his couch and takes out his iPhone, dialing his number one supplier.

“Hey, Sebastian!” Chandler’s voice sings over the line, the name sounding long winded and whiny in Chandler’s nasally voice, ending with an unnecessary pop on the final ‘n’. “How was dinner with your man?”

Sebastian relishes the sting of jealousy in Chandler’s voice. So many times Chandler thought that Sebastian would fall in love with him, but he was just a stepping stone in helping him get Kurt.

“Our little friend Azimio turned out a lot better than I had hoped,” Sebastian says.

“Thank God!” Chandler groans dramatically. “I was afraid he was going to turn out a little tough.”

“Nope, not at all. Not after I cooked his ass for twelve fucking hours. And Chandler…the wine…” Sebastian shakes his head and chuckles. “How in the hell did you manage to find the perfect vintage to compliment ‘aging athlete’?”

Chandler makes a high-pitched whining sound and Sebastian knows the compliments are working.

“It’s just a talent, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a good one,” Sebastian says condescendingly.

“An indispensable one, I hope,” Chandler hedges, his voice suddenly meek and small. Sebastian rolls his eyes, knowing what Chandler’s hinting at.

“I’d never eat you, Chandler,” Sebastian says with a note of exasperation. “I need you too much. Besides, there’s nothing on that ass of yours to eat anyway.”

Chandler chuckles in a way that disgusts even Sebastian.

“Are you ever going to tell him?” Chandler asks.

“Nope,” Sebastian says quickly. “And neither will you, or bony ass or no you’ll end up a fucking side dish. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Sebastian,” Chandler sputters nervously. “Don’t be silly. I was just curious.”

“Good.” Sebastian hovers close to the phone as if Chandler is actually there to witness the gravity of Sebastian’s revelation on his face. “Okay, now I want you to listen carefully, Chandler, because this is important. I have an extra special trip coming up. I’m taking Kurt to California with me.”

“Ooo la la!” Chandler chirps.

“Ooo la la, indeed,” Sebastian says. “So, I need bigger this time.”

“Bigger?” Chandler asks, sounding thoroughly perplexed. “You’ve already served him Dave and Azimio. They were, like, the biggest bullies at McKinley. Who else are you going to find bigger than those two? Especially out in California?”

“Think about it, Chandler.” Sebastian stands from the couch and paces anxiously. “I need to make a statement without saying a word…I need you to get me…Blaine Anderson.”

[raisedinerebor]

Muse

Pairing: Thorin x oblivious reader

Song: Hello my old heart- The oh Hello's

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Tags: @fizzyxcustard @thorins-magnificent-ass

AN: Since I still can't link specific posts on Tumblrs mobile app I'm going to reblog the inspired post above or below this one. I hope ya guys like this one! An thank you for letting me use this idea!

She sat firmly on the wet and worn log. Hunched over as she dutifully scribbles in a well loved journal. Long languid strokes of charcoal on pure white paper.

The fire crackles softly next to her. The only source of light to be had late in the night.

It had been a long day. Thorin had pushed then farther than he had in a while. Eager to go up and over the large hill.

Tired, exhausted, and wanting nothing more to go to sleep.

What a good time to draw a dwarf.

She has already nearly gotten them all. Fili and Kili laughing. Highlighted by the setting sun. Bilbo and Balin smoking their pipes and faces alight with bright smiles.

And of course there was Dwalin. His great form swinging down an battle-axe. Well he was just chopping wood as she drew it but who said you couldn't use a little imagination.

But here she was. Swaying in her seated position. Eyes softly drooping. And finally drawing the last dwarf in her collection.

Thorin.

The firelight casted soft shadows across his face. Rounding off usually sharp edges. He was talking quietly to Dwalin. His head bowed low with his pipe between his lips. The occasional bellow of smoke would curl past his lips and frame his face. Creating a hazy cloud around him.

Y/n switched pencils. Using a thicker one in attempt to shade in. She swiped her finger in loose waves up the paper. The start of the swirling smoke.

She glanced up and back down again. Quickly going from paper to Thorin and back. One more glance up and

"Hey! Move back!" The bemused look on both Thorin's and Dwalin's face was one of the most amusing things she had seen all day.

Ignoring her Thorin moved in closer to his cousin.

Y/n grabbed a pebble at her feet and threw it at Thorin.

"Lass! I" She cut Thorin off.

"I'm trying to draw you! But I can't do that if you keep squirming around like that." Y/n hadn't notice the dying chatter around the fire. Or in that she ignored it.

Thorin's while body lit up then. A soft smile splaying on a normally dour face. Y/n was gathering up the pencils that had fallen from her lap when she had picked up the small rock. She hadn't seen the way Thorin's chest puffed out in pride. Or the way his eyes glittered in the fire light as he threw Dwalin a mischievous grin.

Y/n with pencil in hand, began to direct Thorin on where to move.

"Move your head a bit. Down a little. Tilt your shoulders back and. There!" She had his undivided attention.

Thorin couldn't help but study the race of the one that had held his affections for so long now. A free pass he couldn't give up.

He took note of the gentle arch in her lips. Soft and a full rosy red. The glow her body seem to hold. So large and full of life. Y/n's lip darted out to wet her lips before she caught it between her teeth.

Her eyes lifted up to look at him. He swore she held gems behind her lashes. Gorgeous hues catching in the fires red light. His chest filled up with warmth. Proud of the fact that she chose him for her craft. Not knowing she had held the same affections for him as he did her.

"Can I see it?" And of course Kili had to come over and look. His curiosity as large and vast as the ever growing sky.

Y/n then clutched the journal to her chest and all but hissed at the poor boy.

"No!" Her voice shot up an octave."It's not done yet." Dwalin boomed out in laughter.

"Seems she is not ready to show the world yet lad." He turned to look at y/n and merely gave her a knowing smile. Giving a smile back she began drawing again. Her body hunched over the journal as she tried to hide it from the nosey dwarf.

It felt like a lifetime had passed to Thorin. A lifetime he would not mind reliving a time or two again. Y/n had pencils sticking every which way within her hair. Loose strand's curling to frame her face.

"Finished!" She gave a bright smile and stood up to show Thorin the finished drawing. Thorin took the heavy journal from her. He took note of her hands. They were almost completely covered in charcoal. Along with a few smudges across her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Thorin swelled with pride when he saw the drawing. It was almost like looking in a mirror, only in black and white. It was a drawing of him from the shoulders up. Smoke curled up from his lips and hazed off of the paper itself. He could see the steady line work on his brow and nose. Dark and heavy shadows playing at the hollow of his throat and the side of his face.

Not only that but he could tell the effort she put into his eyes alone. They looked like the glittering stars above them.

"Mahal lass." Thorin managed to breath out. He watched as he face lit up with a grin. His heart melting as she giggled.

"You like it?" Her head tilted to the side a few strands of hair coming to brush against her cheek. Oh how he longed to run his finger along the same path.

"You have worked hard to master your craft." He told her. One of the highest complements on Dwarrow could give another.

Y/n's face grew warm as her cheeks began to color pink.

"Oh. Um. Thank you." She replied softly. Taking the now closed journal in shaking hands.

"Don't we get to see?" Kili came bounding over. His eyes bright with mischievous intent.

"Mmmm. No." And with that y/n shoved the journal back into her pack.

Y/n, amongst a few others, let of a ferocious yawn. Laughing to herself y/n laid down and curled up beneath her heavy blanket.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm going to get some sleep before the sun rises." Murmuring among themselves the Company decided to do the same. The only ones still up being Dwalin, Thorin, and to an extent, Gandalf. Who was of course, resting against a tall pine tree. His hat pulled low over his brow.

"Do you think the Lass means it, Dwalin?" Thorin spoke after a while. His gaze lingering on y/n's sleeping form.

"Means what Thorin? Yer gonna be more specific than that." Dwalin threw him mischievous grin. Knowing full well what his cousin ment.

Thorin was quite for a few minutes. Gazing out deep into the night for any sign of danger. He breathed in heavily exhaling the smoke that curled up deeply within his chest.

Dwalin waited patiently as he puffed at his own pipe. Knowing that Thorin was mulling over something and would not speak until he was sure of his words.

"Does the race of men follow the same affection's that we do?" Thorin put his pipe out and tilted the remaining embers out. Scuffing at the dirt with the tip of his boot to put it out.

Dwalin thought for a moment as he offered Thorin more tobacco for his pipe. Refilling his own he answered.

"I have heard of some men creating music for the ones they love. Some even paint, I believe. But the last I think is reserved for those with heavier coin purses." He turned towards Thorin. "Does that help?" Thorin hummed and bit the tip of his pipe. Searching for the matches hidden in one of his pockets. Striking a match against his boot he lit his pipe.

"A bit, I suppose. But not quite the answer I was looking for." And with that the two sat in silence. Going to bed hours later to wake Ori an Dori for the night watch.

Days pass since the drawing. Y/n finally relenting in Kili's please and showing the rest her drawing of Thorin. Along with a few others of animals and plants she had found along the way.

She grew a bit closer to Thorin each night. Him asking her of her favorite things. Thorin asked her of her past and she gave away the information freely. Speaking of merrier times each night before going to bed.

With each passing day Thorin grew more restless it seemed. Driving the others harder and further. He only grew softer when y/n would go to speak to him.

Whoever was with him on the night watch got to watch him play at his harp. Sure fingers delicately plucking at the fine strings. His deep baritone harmonizing with the song he was creating.

It was a lively one. At the same time it was a stunning tune. Rising and falling with passion and merriment.

And not once did he play it before y/n.

Until that day.

"Y/n. Follow me." Thorin stood before y/n as she stuffed another forkfull of fried potatoes in her mouth. Her cheek bludging out as she tilted her head upwards. She glanced and the fur wrapped bundle under one of Thorin's arm and then to his out stretched hand. Swallowing thickly she asked him why.

"There is no need for questions. Come." He chuckled as she ate her last few bites and grabbed ahold of his hand. Gloin gave him a knowing look as Dwalin arched a brow at him. Thorin nearly threw the bundle under his arm at his sister sons as they laughed told him good luck in khuzdul. He thanked Mahal then for y/n not knowing the language.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"My nephews? Pay them no mind y/n." He led her to a nearby river. He sat her down on a large rock and sat on a log in front of her. Thorin could feel himself growing nervous. Feeling again as if he were 60 and speaking to his first crush.

Thorin felt a rush or air leave him as he looked at her. Y/n painted a pretty picture sitting before the river. Her hands held softly in her lap as she gazed at him expectedly. Her thick lashes fluttering against her cheeks with each gentle breath passing her pink lips.

Before he could regret what he was doing Thorin unwound the bundle. Revealing his golden harp. Y/n gasped when she saw it. Such a stunning thing it was. And one of the few items Thorin still had from Erebor.

"Do you remember the night you drew me y/n?" He asked her. Setting the cloth aside and pulling the harp close to himself.

"Yes but-" He cut her off.

"But nothing. In Dwarven culture it is the highest honor of affection to be the center of another's craft." He plucked at a few of the silver strings. "My first had always been music. Smithing having been a way to pay for my family's needs. And my instrument of choice has always been the harp."

Y/n held her hand over her rapidly beating heart. Trying to process the words that Thorin had just spoken to her. Does he truly?

When she had first met Thorin all those months ago she never truly thought he could look at her any other way than a friend. Or perhaps a sister if she was lucky. Y/n had never been one for softer things. Her life never permitting it. One thing she has always been sore over. Having had her heart broken one to many times by those she thought loved her back.

When she realized she had fallen for the exiled king it was to late. And she to scared to make it known.

Y/n didn't know if she could take a rejection from someone she cared so deeply for. From someone whose opinion she held in high regard.

Y/n almost missed when Thorin started playing. His head bowed low over his harp. Fingers deftly pluck at the shimmering strings. His hands moved fluidly from years of practice. Thorin's body softened as he played. The late suns light played against his skin. Softly catching in the strands of his dark hair. Creating a golden Halo of light around him.

Y/n almost cried when he began singing. He talked of fallen God's. How they turned into the image of fighting woman. How she became the most stunning the people had ever seen. How fair she was and the love that seemed to seep from her beating heart.

Thorin spoke of her as if she were one of those gods to be worshiped. He sung of steady hands holding the heart of her lover. How easily she could have casted it aside for another. But how he hope she kept it and loved it as he did her.

And when Thorin looked up at her. His gaze catching with hers she did cry. For that warmth and love was on his eyes. How softly did they look at her and just as powerfully held her there.

When the realization that she was the one he was singing of washed over her she began to weep. And still Thorin played. His deep voice lulling her into a sense of security and warmth. She had never felt so loved before.

Never had there been someone so unafraid to open their heart before her. Each past love having been a short fling or the thought of something more promised.

She was scared and delighted and the same time.

Only when he was finished did Thorin set the harp aside and pull her in close. His large hand rubbing softly against her back.

"I do hope, Amarlime, that those tears are not ones of sorrow." Y/n sniffed and smacked his arm.

"Oh you great sap of a man. I have never been happier than I am now." She pulled back and tilted into the hand now cupping the side of her face. "Do you truly mean it?" She asked. Her voice soft and wavering.

Thorin brushed a way the tears trailing down y/n's cheeks. His thumb tracing just beneath her lip.

"Only if you would have me. Only then." Y/n almost fell into tears again.

"I would be a fool not to say yes." She placed her hand over his. "Needless to say I am no fool. So yes Thorin. I will be yours. As long as you promise you will be mine."

"Consider it promise." He held her hand in his own. Pulling it close to his lips as he placed a kiss on y/n's knuckles.

"For as long as I may breathe and on my honor as a King. I will forever be yours. Until Mahal may take me away in his halls of stone my heart will lay within your palms. For you to do as you wish."

As he spoke Thorin pulled y/n close. His fingers softly pulling beneath her chin to bring her lips to his own. Thorin's hand came up to wind in her hair and the back of her head. The other trailing down to make it's home at her hip. Y/n could do nothing more than place her hands on his cheeks.

When he pulled back they were both breathless and starryeyed. Y/n giggled as Thorin peppered her face with kisses.

"You have made me the happiest Dwarf alive. My little Muse." Y/n gave him another kiss.

"Watch yourself Thorin. You may find this muse to be very hands on." He laughed and pulled her by the hips.

"Perhaps I should sing you another song then. This time of the two lost lovers in the stars."

She kissed him deeply and whispered in his ear.

"As long as we are lost together."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

On Demand

This is for a request made by two readers who have chosen not to be tagged. I hope that you like it <3 Please let me know what you guys think in the reblogs/comments! 💜

Warnings: noncon sex (masturbation, voyeuristic elements, oral, intercourse). 

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader becomes a camgirl to ease her financial woes but money is soon the least of her problems.

Your stomach was doing somersaults. Your chest filled with fire. You couldn’t keep your leg from shaking as you waited for Megan. You glanced around her apartment enviously. She had upgraded in the last year. It was a mansion compared to your tiny city bachelor which was little better than a closet. She interrupted your covetous inner monologue as she entered in an ivory silk robe trimmed with black lace.

“Hey, sorry. Session went a bit long today,” Her cheeks were still flush as she swept around the couch. She dropped onto the cushion next to you, her arm draped over the back as she sat at an angle to face you. “But five hundred in an hour isn’t something to complain about.”

“Is it really that much?” You asked, your finger dancing along your throat nervously.

“On a good day. A bad day, I still make at least half that. You just gotta know how to keep them interested,” She chuckled. “These lonely men aren’t too hard to string along.”

You glanced away nervously and cleared your throat. This was more awkward than you expected. You were never this uptight around Megan. She usually brought out the freak in you. “Oh…” You leaned your chin in your hand. “They cut back my hours at work again.”

“Bastards,” She bent forward and turned on the cushion as she reached under the polished coffee table. She pulled out a joint and leaned back, “Want some?”

“You know I don’t do that,” You peeked over to watch her light up. “It makes me paranoid.”

“You? Paranoid? Ha,” She scoffed playfully before puffing deeply.

“Meg,” You said in a low tone, “Please.”

“So, you looking for another job?” She asked as the smoke seeped from her lips.

“I’m always looking for another job,” You grumbled, “But no one’s biting.”

She nodded and thought as she took another drag. Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head. “Spit it out.”

“I...I dunno, I was thinking…” You clasped your hands together and shifted on the cushion, “How does all of it work?”

“Oh my god,” She sat forward sharply and tossed her lighter on the table, the joint disposed of in the square ashtray. “You’re kidding me, Y/N?”

“I’m just wondering,” You put your hands up defensively, “I’ve got rent in two weeks and my next check isn’t going to cut it. I’m kinda up shit’s creek here. I gotta consider my options.”

“Well, it’s quite simple. You set your own hours; you have control over everything. Money’s up front,” She snapped her fingers, “They pay before you even touch yourself just to see you. From there, they can give more as things progress but there’s a paywall to each tier; rubbing, fingering, toy play. The more they pay, the further they get.”

Your cheeks were burning. “Hmm,” You bit your lip as you thought, “I...I don’t think I could. I mean…” You sighed, “I still haven’t, you know…”

“I thought you and Jordan?” She lifted a brow.

“No, he was too pushy about it,” You leaned back and crossed your arms, “It’s kinda why things didn’t work out.”

“Well, you don’t need to be sexually active. You just need to know how to work with yourself,” She smirked, “And don’t tell me you don’t get lonely in your cloister.”

“Hey!” You laughed despite yourself. “Well,” You let out a deep breath, “I guess it would be worth a try?”

“Girl, it would be amazing,” She trilled, “You know, if you put in your description that your a virgin, you could ask for twice the standard rate. Hell, you’d have rent in a single session. Even two months’.”

You nodded and uncrossed your arms. You stretched out your fingers and examined the wrinkles along your knuckles. Three rejection emails this morning; they always decided to go with another candidate. Even if you did get something new in the next week, your first pay wouldn’t be in until after rent day. You gulped, accepting that one day you would look back on this dark time and laugh. Well, hopefully.

“Can you help me get set up?” You asked quietly.

“Babe, I gonna do more than that,” Megan flipped her long hair over her shoulder. “I’m gonna do your nails and we’re going to buy you some cute lingerie. Oooh, and I’ll show you how to contour...but, if we’re going for the pure look, the less, the better. And we’ll have to do something about your apartment.”

“Okay, okay,” You poked her shoulder, “One thing at a time. Let’s get the account started first and then I can embrace the crippling dread of what I’m about to do.”

-

This was it. A little less pathetic than your usual Saturday night. Your bed was draped in a pale pink comforter, the frilly pillows added to the facade. A tripod held the webcam aimed at the perky bed, your computer on a folding table nearby. Megan had covered the expenses of your new gig and you would repay her directly after with the money made from it. Well, if you made anything. You still weren’t sure this was going to work.

You stared in the mirror at yourself. A white baby doll hid little of your figure and you looked the dreamlike innocent. Well, that’s what you were, really. None of your boyfriends had gotten past using their mouths or even fingers. Often you stopped them from the latter as they were never very skilled and it was more uncomfortable that pleasing. You shook out your arms as you glanced at the time. Just do it. The sooner you began, the sooner you’d be done.

You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself on your knees just as Megan had shown you. Of course she hadn’t given you a real show, merely a fully-clothed walk through. The test screen came on and reflected you perfectly. The mic showed that it was working and you took one last shuddered breath to brace yourself. You forced a smile and hit ‘start’.

You waited, preening yourself as Megan had demonstrated. One viewer popped up with a bloop. Then a second. Then ten! You began to rub your hands up and down your torso, pulling apart the baby doll for a peak of your stomach and the lace panties below. When it reached twenty, you began the real show. You wiggled out of your panties, turning to display your ass as you did. You sat back and spread your legs, vaguely following the little comments on the text feed and typing back here and there. A little post-it of suggested responses by Megan stuck to the frame of the screen.

Your nerves were rattling but you just pretended you were alone; that this was all for you. Not them. You thought of the money and your rent; even at the first paywall you had enough to cover what you didn’t have. As the next was approaching, a peculiar beep sounded and a private chat request popped up. You kept your fingers on your clit as you leaned over to read the attached message and green letters highlighting the offer.

‘Hey, baby girl, how about a private show?’ Viewer has offered $1000

Your lips fell open and your motion stuttered, your fingers slipping between your folds carelessly. Holy shit! It was a lot of money and well, it saved you from pleasuring yourself in front of all these viewers. Just one; that was easy. You looked to the counter in the session; already fifty. You accepted the offer and the screen went black; a message in the chat alerting all that you had gone private for the rest of the show.

A new screen popped up, similar to the first. You were there, looking back, legs splayed, your hand on your pussy. Another notification blipped requesting that the private viewer be allowed voice chat. You accepted again. The thousand dollars was already in your wallet and it would be a lot easier than typing and reading.

“Hello?” You called to the camera curiously.

“Hey, baby girl,” The deep voice was oddly alluring. Not the expected gristly voice of a middle-aged pervert. “Shall we continue?”

“Of course, honey,” You mimicked Megan’s example as best you could, “Do you like this?” You set to drawing circles around your clit again. An audible purr came from the speakers. You leaned back as the heat started to build. You hadn’t really expected to enjoy it. “Mmmm,” You let out a moan, louder than intended.

“Can you go inside, baby?” The viewer asked, and you hesitated. You fingered yourself sometimes but not often. You took a breath and coated your fingers in your arousal as you felt along to your entrance. “Are you really a virgin?” The question had your mouth agape. Your eyes widened as you weren’t quite ready to discuss that with a stranger. Even as you were about to fuck yourself for one. “You are,” He hummed contentedly.

“Y-yes,” You rasped out.

“You’re so precious, baby, how is that possible?” His voice was too much, it was driving you wild. He actually sounded attractive; it would be better if you clung to that fantasy.

“I...I’m saving it for someone special,” You lied. A rush ran through you at the words.

“Mm-hmm,” You could hear his smirk. You pushed your fingers inside and his sigh was audible. Your own was unintentional. It actually felt nice. You dropped your head back, almost forgetting that you were being watched as your palm brushed against your bud. “Yeah, baby, are you going to cum for me? Already?”

You whimpered and your thighs tingled. You fought to keep your legs apart as the rapture mounted. Your chest rose and fell as you felt the orgasm rising. You had thought it would be much harder than this. Hell, it usually took you a lot longer to cum. Something about his voice, about him watching, maybe even the money, had given you an unnatural high. You cried out as you reached the peak all so suddenly. Your legs shot out straight and you heard a grunt from your laptop. “That’s it, baby girl.”

As you stilled your hand, you shivered, you fingers still inside of you. “Can you take the rest off for me, baby girl?” You kinda liked the nickname, it helped you dissociate.

You slowly removed your hand, your fingers soaked. You sat up and nodded, speechless as the after waves shook you. You reached back and unclasped the babydoll and slid the straps down your shoulders. You tits fell free and you heard the man breathing heavily. You slipped out of the sheer lingerie and tossed it aside, once more on your knees as you tried to figure out what to do next.

“What kind of toys do you have, baby?” You blinked and stared down at the line of devices behind you. Megan had bought an array of beginner’s toy. Nothing too big. Mostly just vibes, some nipple clamps. You hadn’t wanted anything going inside of you really. You held up the small purple vibe. “That’s good, baby girl. I wanna see you cum again.”

You sat back on your ass and opened your legs, bending them to display your pussy to him. “Just like that, yeah.” He purred. You leaned back on one hand and clicked the vibe on. You reached down and pressed the buzzing toy to your overwrought clit. “You’ve got beautiful tits, baby.”

You giggled into a moan as the sensations began to radiate from your bud. Your feet arched as your muscles tightened. Sparks trickled along your flesh and you were panting once more. You barely noticed the other heavy breaths coming from the laptop. You could guess what the man was doing on the other end. What else would he do? You squeaked as you came, biting down on your lip as you pushed your head forward and held the vibe against yourself.

You fell back without thinking and rolled onto your side, the vibe still on and pressed to your clit. You could hear the groans from the speaker. “Such a nice ass,” He muttered, his voice curtailed by a sudden grunt and hiss. You didn’t need to see him to know he had cum, too. But it didn’t feel gross like you thought it would; it was intoxicating.

“Will you be mine, baby girl?” He asked after a airy silence; the two of you trapped in a rush of adrenaline.

“What?” You slowly pushed yourself up to face the camera.

“Just mine. Private shows only. Same rate as tonight.” His voice was smokey, “Gratuities every time you cum for me. “

“I...are you sure?” You crossed your legs in front of you. You weren’t exactly planning on do this again.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be shared,” He said. “So?”

“Um, okay,” You smiled, “I think I could do that…”

“Call me ‘Captain’, baby doll,” He offered in a dusky lilt.

“Captain,” You uttered with a pout, “Do you want more?”

-

You should just delete the app. Your phone hadn’t stopped for the last hour. You were with Megan enjoying a drink and a new life of financial stability but the cost was starting to wear on you. ‘Captain’ as he called himself, wouldn’t stop messaging you. It had been over a month since you had began this little online foray into scandal. It was exciting to be admired but as of late, it was growing quite irritating. Still, you couldn’t really complain as your savings account had grown exponentially.

At first, it was twice a week but now it was almost every other night. You were quite honestly exhausted. You had even fallen asleep on camera last night. And now he was nagging you like your mother during that trip you had taken to Spain in college. You silenced your phone and drained your cocktail as you smiled at Megan. You signaled to the waiter for a refill.

“So, how’s it going? Great?” She asked emphatically.

“Pretty good, I guess,” You shrugged, “You?”

“The usual. I made almost twenty-five hundred last night,” She giggled, “First time I’ve ever done anything anally.”

“Jesus,” You yelped, “Meg, you can’t just say shit like that.” The waiter set down another electric blue drink in front of you and you thanked him.

“Well, you know, it was kinda fun,” She grinned, “You making out okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” You ran your finger around the rim of your glass, “This one guy, he pays a thousand per private show but I don’t know if I can keep up.”

“Shit, Y/N, do we need to get you fucked?” She laughed, “I mean, maybe if you really loosened up--”

“Ugh, don’t,” You sipped from your cocktail. “It’s like every other night. I was late for work this morning.”

“Do you really need to keep working? A thousand per show, three times a week?” She sang, “Sound better than minimum wage at the electronics shop.”

“I don’t plan on this being my career,” You shook your head, “Get a nice nest egg going until I can find something better than retail.”

“The money, it can be addicting. Moreso the feeling,” She breathed, “It might just be creeps on the internet, but I’ve never felt more appreciated.”

“Hmm, yeah,” You picked up your phone and checked the endless queue of notifications. “Definitely feel needed.”

You swiped open your phone and opened the app. ‘Sorry, I’m just having some drinks with a friend. Can I message you later?’ You hoped the acknowledgement would placate him for the time being.

‘Okay, baby girl.’ The single message floated before you shortly before another popped up. ‘Later then.’

You tucked away your phone, content that you could enjoy your night. You took another drink and leaned your elbow on the table. 

“Well, maybe it is a bit addicting,” You joked as Megan was glued to her own phone. 

She laughed and showed you the dick pic she had just been sent. You covered her screen and you both fell into a fit of laughter. A girls’ night was a great relief from your new normal.

-

Another tedious day in retail. As none of your co-workers knew the meaning of work ethic, you were spending a whole hour of your shift re-organizing and pricing the headsets. It was simple enough work and gave you a reason to not be standing at your till doing nothing. You’re life had grown monotonous again as you had found the Captain mysteriously silent. The last session you had together had been a whole week ago. You hadn’t yet gone back for another public show.

Tearing your worries away from your extracurricular work, you finished re-arranging the hooks. You ran to print out new tags and returned to the section to find a customer staring at your newly tidied display.

“Did you need some help?” You asked the man. His blue eyes squinted as he looked along the hooks of nearly identical headsets. His dirty blonde hair and beard framed his chiseled face handsomely as he turned to glance at you. He didn’t resemble your typical gamer.

“Actually, I might just,” He smiled and you tried not to blanch. His voice sounded so familiar. Very familiar. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for. My buddy bought me one of these video game systems and he can’t hear me.”

“Well, when it comes to headsets, you get what you pay for.” You tried to hide your discomfort; your inner dialogue running wild. It couldn’t be. He said he lived in New York and you had only admitted to living up north. He couldn’t possibly be in the same city as you. Couldn’t possibly know where you worked. And besides, he didn’t seem to recognize you. “If you want something decent, you should start around the eighty dollar mark. I’d suggest Astro as a brand, but Turtle Beach is good enough if you’re just a beginner.”

He nodded and looked back to the headsets. You turned your attention to the price tags in your hand and began switching them out with the old ones. You glanced over as you felt an unusual warmth hovering over you and found the man watching you as you went about your work. 

“I can’t decide. Which one’s would you suggest?” Again, his voice was so terrifyingly familiar.

“Um,” You turned to the shelf and pulled of the basic Astro’s. They were your default choice for the clueless. “These one. If you don’t mind the price tag, it’s worth it.”

“Thanks,” He took them from you, his fingers brushing against you. “I’ll give them a try.”

He nodded and you clung to your customer service tone. You wished him a good day as he walked away and turned to finish up your task. It was just a coincidence. You were imagining things. Besides, you could barely remember exactly was the Captain’s voice sounded like.

-

Coincidentally, you had a message waiting from the Captain when you got out of work. As you changed into your street shoes you read the single line; ‘can I see you tonight?’ You replied with ‘sure’ a surge of relief washing over you. He was still just a faceless man thousands of miles away. You slipped on your jacket and hooked your purse over your shoulder. You were already getting excited.

Back at your apartment, you set up your bed for a show. You plain grey bedding replaced with the dainty pink sheets and frilly duvet. The tripod at the end of the bed, the light you had bought angled towards you to give a better view. You opened your laptop and typed a message to the Captain. ‘Hey, where are you?’ You stared at his icon, waiting for it to turn green, but it remained grey and lifeless. Your shoulders dropped and you sighed. Maybe something had come up.

You felt stupid in the new lingerie. The white corset, see-through bra and panties, thigh-high stocks and a pair of platform heels. A whole thirty minutes and you shut your laptop. You moved it aside and were about to start stripping the bed when a knock came at the door. Who the fuck? You grabbed the plain terry cloth robe slung over the back of the chair and covered yourself. You approached the door down the narrow hallway and unlocked it, opening it just a crack. 

You gasped and slammed it back shut as you saw the recognized the unexpected guest. You were too slow and weak to keep him from entering. It was the same man from the store. He swiftly pinned you against the opposite wall and kicked the door closed behind him, dropping a bag at his feet as he seized you. 

“Sorry I’m late,” He said in a low tone.

“It--it is you,” You gaped up at him, his hands firm on your shoulders. “How did you…?”

“Shhh,” He raised a hand to press a finger to your lips. “You’re still gonna put on a show for me, baby girl,” He licked his lips as he leaned in, “Rather with me. Same rate as usual.”

“Get out,” You shoved his hand away from your mouth, “You’re crazy. Get off of me! Go!”

“Baby girl, I thought you wanted some fun tonight,” He forced you away from the wall and pushed you towards the main room of you apartment. Your bedroom, living room, and kitchen conjoined in an affordable open concept. You heard the door lock before he followed behind you, his hand on your back as he guided you forward.

“Please, don’t do this,” You whined as you turned to face him, “I’ll give the money back...as much as I have left.”

“I don’t want the money,” He chuckled, “I want what you’ve been saving for me, baby girl.”

You gulped. His broad figure blocked the hallway as he crossed his arms. You glanced over to the folding table where your laptop sat and seized your cell phone from beside it. He was on you in a moment, easily ripping the device from your hand. He released you sharply and smashed it on the corner of the table, nearly tipping it. He tossed it across the room and huffed.

“Why don’t you do it, hmm? Try to get past me and see what happens.” He challenged as he pushed his shoulders back. “You think you’re fast enough?”

You stared at him as your teeth chattered. You hung your head in an act of submission but quickly dove around him. You couldn’t even get past him before he had his arm around your stomach, your legs kicking out desperately. His other hand went to the knot of your robe and easily untied it. He grabbed onto the robe as you struggled and tore it from your body as you stumbled to your knees.

“One more try, baby girl,” He teased and you stood, reaching for the door frame of the hall as you teetered in the platforms. He had you in an instant, lifting you off your feet as he pulled you back into the room. “You’re cute.” He praised, “Feisty.”

“Let me go!” You yelped as you clawed at his thick arms.

“Let you go? You’re mine, baby girl,” His hot breath glossed over your hair, “I paid for you, fair and square.”

He twisted and shoved you towards the bed. You stumbled onto it as you wobbled in your heels. As you righted yourself, you heard him walk back down the hall. He returned with the bag he had brought in with him. His bright eyes burned you as he watched you rise to your feet. 

“Sit,” He pointed to you, “Or I’ll make you.” You did as he said, the fear crawling up your spine. “Now, this can be easy or hard...and baby girl, I want you to enjoy your first time. You’ve waited so long.”

You dug your fingers into the duvet as you watched him set the bag down in the only chair. He unzipped it and pulled out a camcorder. He crossed to the tripod and removed your webcam, replacing it with his own camera. He clicked it on and you watched the light flash signaling that it was recording. He adjusted the angle and stepped back, looking over it to where you sat on the bed.

“We can start as usual,” He said, gesturing to the bed. “Go on. We gotta get you warmed up, baby doll.” You swallowed and stared at him. Then into the camera. You glanced to the door once more and you heard his sigh. “Y/N, really, let’s stop with the games?”

You turned back to him in shock. “How do you know my name?” Your voice cracked.

“I’ve seen so much of you, baby girl, a name hardly matters,” He smirked and moved the bag off the chair. He sat down and once more waved you over to the bed. “Go on. I like the little outfit but a body like yours doesn’t need any decoration.” You slowly brought your foot up on your knee and slipped out of the platform heel. You pulled the other off and stood, fingers under the top of your stocking. “Look at me, baby, come closer.” He flicked his fingers, “Smile for the camera.”

You bit down and set to rolling down your stockings one at a time. As you bent down, you heard a low growl. Your tits threatened to spill from your bra, though it offered little coverage as it was. You stood straight and slowly untied the laces of the corset until it went slack. You shimmied out of it, your vision blurred as you stared at the far wall. You couldn’t look at him. You just couldn’t. 

As you unclasped your bra, he hissed and you let the straps fall down your arms and the cups folded onto the floor. You hooked your thumbs in your panties and he tutted. “Turn around,” He urged, “Let me see that ass of yours.” You obeyed, your movement jagged, and slowly pushed the lace down your thighs. You bent until they were past your knees and they slid to your feet. You stepped out of them and spun back. “On the bed,” He ordered.

You sat back and slowly pushed yourself back on the bed until you were in the middle. He nodded, a simple but overt command. You knew what he wanted. And as much as the situation frightened you, you wanted it too. You were wet and wanting. You needed release if only to quell the suffocating wave of fear.

You laid back as you spread your legs. “I wanna see your face, baby doll,” He warned and you cursed silently. You sat back up, bending your legs as you leaned on one arm. You slowly slid your hand down your stomach and hovered over your pussy. You pushed your fingers down, grazing your clit as you delved between your folds. You trembled at the sensation. How were you so wet?

You began to rub yourself, biting down on your tongue as you held your breath. Even so you couldn’t hold back the rush of nerves. The stirring of the tide as it wrapped you up. Your back arched as you exhaled, unable to hold back as your heart raced. You could almost forget that you weren’t alone. You whined as your body got the best of you and you came. Your head lolled back and you gasped, rubbing yourself through your climax.

You fell back as you panted heavily. You could hear him moving but he was upon you before you could react. The bed shifted as his hands ran the length of your legs. He gripped your thighs and you felt his nose tickle along your pelvis. You lifted your head as he nuzzled you, your hands fluttering down as you tried to wave him away. He easily ignored you as his hot breath crept lower. You squeak as his lips brushed your pussy.

“It’s okay, baby doll,” His blue eyes flashed up to your face, “Just relax.”

He bent his head and his tongue flicked over your clit. You mewled and arched into him. You couldn’t help it. You could barely thinking as your overly sensitive bud thrummed. As his tongue went deeper your voice caught in your throat. He pushed your legs apart as he dove into you, lulling your body with only his mouth. It wasn’t long before you entire being was spasming as an orgasm rattled you.

He slowly raised himself up, sitting back on his knees as he pressed his fingers along your pussy. You bucked in surprise, still recovering from the surge of pleasure. He poked around your entrance and slowly pushed a finger inside. You felt your walls contract around him and he shoved another finger in. You moaned in a mixture of pain and bliss. 

“Oh, you really are a virgin, baby girl.” You closed your eyes in shame as he felt around, “Your so tight.”

He removed his hand and licked your juices from his fingers as he stood. He began to undress as you laid prone before him. Your head fell to the side and you stared at the door. Even if you could leave, you weren’t sure you had the strength left in you. Completely naked, he approached the bed and turned your body. You offered no resistance as he moved you, retreating to the camera to check the angle. You were shaking; in ecstasy and fear. This was it. It was going to be taken from you and there was nothing you could do.

You watched him approach. His cock was huge. The most you had ever done was a blow job and you weren’t even sure you could get him in your mouth. You pushed yourself up on your elbows as he climbed up on the side of the bed, parting your legs to get in between. You were suddenly frantic, the adrenaline filling you with a second wind. He caught your legs behind the knees and pulled you closer.

He draped your thighs on top of his as he bent his legs beneath himself. You tried to pull away but he kept you in place. He held your hip with one hand and his other went to your pussy. He played with you again, dipping his finger inside once more. You squirmed, reaching out to the duvet above your head. There was nothing there to save you.

“Shhh, baby doll, it’s okay,” He continued to explore your walls, “We’ll go slow.”

He pulled out his finger and ran his fingers along your pussy. He grabbed his cock and spread your juices along his length. He pressed his tip to your folds and rubbed it back and forth, from clit to your entrance. He lined himself up at last and shifted a little closer. You brought your hands up to shove him away, his torso a wall of muscle. 

“Please, I’m not ready.”

“You feel ready to me,” He purred and you felt his head stretching you as he pressed inside slowly.

You hissed and he went deeper, a little at a time. He pulled your body to him as he pushed further, your pelvis tilted as he entered you. Your nails dug into his abs and tears filled your eyes as you felt him reach the thin barrier. You took a breath and he sighed as you felt it break. You let out a withdrawn whimper and he continued on without pause. You sniffed as he stretched you painfully, reaching his limit as he forced himself inside.

He stayed at his hilt and bent over you, placing a breathy kiss on your lips. “Baby girl, it’s okay,” He whispered, “You’re doing so good.” He pressed his pelvis to you, “You’re taking all of me. You feel that. You’re made for me.”

You were shaking, the tears streaming down your temples. He pulled back and you exhaled at the relief but he pushed back in and you gasped. He kept his thrusts careful at first, easing himself in and out as you whimpered beneath him. He sat back and gazed down at you as your face and body contorted against him. The more his cock filled you, the better it felt, the agony fading to fervor.

“That’s it,” He sped up just a touch, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his hand stretched over your pelvis. “Is that better, baby girl?”

You pressed your thighs around him as he rocked into you. Your eyes rolled back as a shock flowed up your spine. You bit your lip as you tried to resist it. You could barely feel the pain anymore as fire licked at your flesh. “M-m-m…” You stuttered, your hands kneading mindlessly at your chest, “M-more.”

You were surprised by the very word but it had risen so naturally. He groaned deliciously and his motion picked up. He plunged into you without restraint. You were like a ragdoll, your body at his mercy. His thumb sent chills through you as he kept rubbing your bud, an orgasm melding into the endless euphoria. The noises escaping you were inhuman; rabid.

“Ah, baby doll, you’re so good,” He breathed.

His thrusts grew even more rapacious as he hammered into you. You clenched your jaw as you dared to glance down at him. The sight of his cock entering you had you once more crying out in delight. Another orgasm took hold of you. Not even the hint of blood along his pelvis could deter you.

He bent forward once more and slid his arms under you, drawing you up so that your chest was against his. He moved your body up and down his cock. His blue eyes found yours and you couldn’t look away. His irises were on fire as he grunted. You hugged him with your legs, clinging to his shoulders as you came again. You were starting to lose count.

“I’m going to cum, baby girl,” He mumbled through his excess, “I can’t--”

He threw his head back and you felt a spurt of warmth within you. He let his head hang back for a moment before he looked to you and slowly lowered you to the bed. He stayed inside of you, looking down at your vulnerable body. His hand glided over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their stead.

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” He cupped your breasts and bowed his head between them, “We’ve got all night.”

[goparkseonghwa]

A Devil’s Covenant [ Prologue ]

Genre: Angst, Romance, Horror, Smut (in future parts)

Pairing(s): Seonghwa x Reader (mostly) x Wooyoung (briefly) + ATEEZ

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Making a deal with the devil to bring back a loved one has its consequences. Are you ready to pay the price for your sins? 

Warning(s): Themes of Horror, Strong Language and Violence, Character Death  (these will be throughout the storyline so read with caution).

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"For the love all things holy, Seonghwa," You laugh down the line, the sleeve of your sweater covering your gaping mouth slightly, "This isn't the type of talk you should be indulging in with your best friend." You flush at the recollection of his previous statement, becoming hot and bothered easily at his low voice alone but his choice of wordage easily made you weak in the knees.

"Ah, but you love my sensual talk," He breathes down his end of the line, joking none the less, but still how he says it sends a faint tremble down your back. You secretly love it when he speaks to you in that manner, but you'd never admit that to his face - or rather to anyone in your inner circle. Hell, you could barely admit that to yourself the first time his words took a different toll on your heart. "And besides, who else would I use to practice my pickup lines on?"

Continue using me, please. You tap your finger against your lower lip as if you were in deep thought, letting a playful hum reverberate through your vocal cords in light spirit, lips turning up in the corners in the slightest motion. "Mmmmm, I know, you could use your suave moves on Yunho. He'd really have a fond appreciation for you after that." You stretch your arm behind your head, tousling your hair slightly as you run your fingers through the mess that was long overdue of a wash.

"You mean he'd probably have a fond appreciation for my chopped off penis sitting in a jar if I pulled that shit on him." He chuckles, and you can't help but gently roll your eyes at his sentence, knowing for a fact that the younger would actually find his elder's practice sessions enjoyable, being able to pick up on some tricks himself all while acquiring some form of blackmail to dangle over Hwa's head in the future.

"He loves your penis too much to ever bring any harm to it." You smile, crinkling your nose in endearment when you hear a scoff echo throughout the speaker, knowing his own cheeks were becoming flushed from embarrassment at your erotic, sinful thoughts.

"I highly doubt you on that one," He starts, voice becoming a bit muffled as the rustling of bags and other voices that echo throughout your speaker, indicating that he was at the market picking up groceries for a dinner he was hosting tonight at his and Yunho's shared apartment. Yunho had gotten in contact with Jongho, who seemed to be as much of a recluse nowadays as the spider, and convinced him to take a break from working on his novel to indulge in friendly conversation and delicious food. Seonghwa's stepbrother, Mingi, was in town for the week on business and Hwa wanted to reunite the five of you before Mingi jetted off to the next country for who knew how long, and before Jongho sealed himself off from the world again. ". . . thank you. . . alright, I think I have everything for tonight."

"Eh, you never know what could be going through Yunho's mind, so you shouldn't be too surprised if he has thought about it once or twice." Standing up from your bed, your knees slightly popping from being in the same, stiff position for so long, you maneuver your way into your bathroom to assess the damage that needed to be tended to before dinner. Cringing upon the sight of your greasy hair, and stained sweater from countless fridge raids, you turn on the sink faucet to begin your much needed 'spa treatment'. "Anyways, so what is Chef Seonghwa preparing for our taste buds this evening?" You inquire, picking up a washcloth to dampen.

"Ah, little one, it's a surprise," He playfully taunts, the tone in his voice making you huff out in annoyance. Surprises were nice and all but you would like to know what type of food you get to daydream about until it's finally sitting on a plate in front of you.

"Let me guess, you've decided to treat us to a frozen pizza?" You shift the phone from your hand so that it is now pressed between your shoulder and ear, allowing you to utilize both hands as you prepare your skin care routine.

"Damn, I can't believe you figured it out. You and the others get to indulge on a frozen entrée while I prepare myself a lovely steak dinner." He states, amusement easily interwoven within his words. His drawl that was as smooth as velvet was dangerous in itself, but when paired with any form of teasing or amusement it was a catastrophe just waiting to happen. The sultry undertone just waiting to pull anyone into a delicious, sinful paradise where temptations were acted on rather than ignored. A heaven within hell, the angel's fall from grace at the mere prospect of being entangled, consumed with another being that was corrupted beyond a point of redemption. But, those sickly sweet, lust driven whispers would be worth the fall if it meant you could spend eternity with him.

Knowing that he is merely pulling your leg, you decide to play along, "Mmmm absolutely delicious. My mouth is already watering at the mere thought of a burnt piece of bread with a pathetic excuse of toppings decorated on top." Sarcasm drips from every syllable that is enunciated with your tongue, a genuine, but snarky, way of conveying the lightness of the conversation. A smile graces your plush lips as wipe your face with the cloth, the water alone already making your skin feel better, more refreshed than it had been minutes ago.

A beautiful, deep laugh reverberates through the line and you could literally feel your heart rate slightly spike as the sound danced around within your ears. Something so pure, so sweet coming from the lips of a man whose heart was as big as the moon and whose soul was as golden as the sun made you feel as though heaven had answered your prayers, blessing you with a magnificent human who deserved nothing less than the stars. Park Seonghwa had easily found a way to leave pieces of himself within everything you did or saw, intertwining his existence with yours. A colorful pattern so bright it managed to dynamically shift your view on the world from one of black and white to one of vibrant, explosive pastels and neons. He was the artist and his words were the paintbrush as he transformed your life into a living, breathing masterpiece. He meant more to you than anyone could ever imagine, and being so fortunate to hear his laugh, to be around him when he was happy, to see him at his highest while also being there for the lowest was, and is, something you hold close to you. You would never trade anything in the world for those moments you are able to spend with him, the memories too precious to take for granted.

"But on a serious note, the meal I have planned tonight will be to your liking, so you have nothing to worry about," He reassures you which does improve your mood. Not that you weren't in a good mood prior to his statement, you were placed in a tranquil atmosphere the second you saw his name appear on your phone screen, but by him confirming that the meal tonight would be up to the high standards he always set made your spirits heighten further than the clouds.

"You better not give me food poisoning, Park," You grumble, scrubbing your face with the cleanser, "Or else you and I will be having a very strong, very colorful discussion tomorrow."

He gasps on the other end, "I'm hurt, Y/N, truly. You've punctured my heart." He feigns mock hurt, and you can only imagine the cute pout that is present on his plump lips, the crease between his sharp eyebrows and one of his hands placed on his chest, directly over the organ that you wish would belong to you.

"Let me grab my sewing kit so I can stitch that tragic wound of yours," You smile, grabbing the washcloth to dampen once more so you could remove the soap from your face and move on to the next step in your routine, "So, have you heard from Mingi? Is he in town yet?"

"Yeah, his plane landed about a half hour ago, so him and Yunho should be heading back to the apartment as we speak," He trails off, voice becoming muffled, distant from the phone as he must have gotten distracted by something or someone in the marketplace, "Hey, you like roses right–" He's cut short by the sound of a loud bang, startling you to the point of your phone nearly slipping from your shoulder.

"Holy shit! What the hell was that?" You shriek down the line just as another bang can be heard off in the distance, screams following quickly after. Worry starts to flood your veins as you drop the towel onto the counter, fingers now gripping tightly to the phone as you press it harder against your ear, "Seonghwa, what was that? Is everything okay?" There's rustling on his end, shuffling that sounds as if something has dropped or has been thrown down. When you hear short, sharp breaths through the receiver that's when your anxiety spikes dramatically. Something is wrong, something is terribly, horrifically wrong. The screaming intensifies as it draws closer to the phone, panicked voices forming incoherent sentences are jumbled together as well, frightening you even further. "Seonghwa, answer me! What happened?" A faint whimper, a grunt of pain and one final, sharp intake of breath is made before a soft, long exhale is emitted. Your heart sinks. "S-Seonghwa?"

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Check for a pulse!"

"Oh my gosh! He's dead!"

At that, the phone drops from your now shaking hand, landing on the floor with a smack. Your mouth slackens, head becoming dizzy as your vision begins to produce black splotches in the corners of your eyes. A pounding sensation is heavily felt within your skull as the bathroom begins to spin. You lose your footing, stumbling backwards away from the vanity as your lunch from earlier begins to churn violently in your stomach. No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening. They can't be talking about Hwa, it has to be someone else. But hearing his name faintly come through the speaker by an unknown voice confirms your worst nightmare. 

You’re numb, face the palest white possible as all of the blood seems to evaporate from under your skin, from your veins, your heart stuttering in your chest. It rapidly presses against your ribcage and you feel as though it’s about to combust from the pain that is pulsing through it, searing it so deeply that being physically stabbed in the chest would be like a measly paper cut – and you’d much rather be impaled a hundred times over than feeling what you are currently feeling.

Your eyes connect with your reflection for a brief second, in the next they roll into the back of your head, your weak frame toppling over, falling right next to your phones now cracked screen.

[btsinlondon]

For the Jin inspo, I’m sure this has been down many times before lol, but I’d love to eat lots of sexy foods/aphrodisiac foods with him and pop some champagne or wine, and then after that, he eats you too 🙃 seriously just imagine his lips all over your pussy like 🥵

Disclaimer - Writing this made me see Jin in a whole new light. Now Jin can come and get it. 

Warning - SMUT 18+ ONLY

Words - 2k

Preview -

he licks off the chocolate and opens his mouth ever so slightly as you push your finger inside.

hot and wet and so so erotic, he sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, savouring the taste.

the sight is enough to make you rip off all your clothes here and now.

the sexual tension is so intense you can feel the blood pumping in your chest, throbbing between your crossed legs.

you squeeze your thighs together, the pressure giving you a slight relief from the aching need.

you remove your finger as he leans across the table and he practically growls “you are so fucking hot, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

he ghosts his lips over yours, so close to kissing you...

“i want to taste you”

his words send you over the edge and you press your lips against his, desperate and needy.

you bite his bottom lip and he audibly moans.

fuck. 

it was the third date. you hadn’t even kissed yet.

things were moving really slowly but in the past, moving too fast had always ended badly for you.

heartbreak, rejection, being used - you’d had enough of it all…definitely ready to try something new.

you first met Jin on a blind date. you’d been introduced by your best friend Jimin. he said Jin was different from all your past lovers. basically, he wasn’t a fuckboy.

“Jin is goofy and caring, a nutcase with a big heart and you should give him a chance.”

“plus he ticks most of your usual boxes. taller than you, broad shoulders, kind eyes and a beautiful smile. hilarious laugh which is contagious - and he can cook!”

so here you are, 9 days after your first blind date, having dinner in Jin’s apartment.

sat at the breakfast bar in the small kitchen, you’re watching him cook for you.

running your index finger and thumb along the stem of your wine glass, you smile as he tops up your glass and asks what music you’d like to listen to.

he seems so calm in the kitchen and it puts you at ease straight away.

“So how hungry are you?” Jin asks as he places the white wine back in the fridge.

“Pretty hungry! whatcha making?” you ask and take another sip.

“well, for starters we’re having oysters. main course salmon with asparagus and dessert….um, that’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait and see” there’s a dark glint in his eyes and it makes your stomach flip with excitement.

“aren’t all those dishes…aphrodisiacs??” you raise your eyebrow and smirk

“oh, are they?? i hadn’t realised” he gave a cheeky laugh and it was clear he loved the fact you caught him out.

Flash forward an hour and you’re both very tipsy, having nearly finished the second bottle of wine.

“Jin… that was delicious. thank you, you’re an incredible cook, i’m impressed…” you smile as curiosity gets the better of you “what’s for dessert??”

the alcohol making you act on impulse, you grab his wrist and rub your thumb in slow circles on his forearm. god his arms are so firm..the skin so soft.

you forget yourself as you start to imagine those arms holding you up, pressed up against the door, clothes lost along the way.

then you’re brought back to reality when he places his large, warm hand on top of yours.

eyes fixed on your lips. he leans in, noses almost touching, he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. he inhales deeply.

“dessert is something special. you’ll see” he whispers against your lips and you’re convinced he’s about to kiss you.

you sigh and part your lips…but he hitches his breath and pulls away as if to say not yet…

disappointed, you pout slightly and rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table. 

“i’m intrigued…”

“you’ll like it, i promise” his gorgeous smile melts away any frustration and you watch him busy himself in the kitchen once again.

chocolate fondue. with strawberries.

fuck.

you playfully dip the fruit into the sticky, sweet melted chocolate and giggle as you accidentally drop a strawberry into the bowl.

he has his turn, popping a strawberry onto the end of a fork before swirling it around the liquid. 

he feeds you a strawberry, warm chocolate dripping onto your chin. 

“well, i’ve made a mess already” he smirks “let me get that for you…” he licks it off. the tip of his tongue brushing oh so close to your lips. you shiver and feel hot waves washing over your whole body.

you dip your finger into the melted chocolate and swipe it over his pouty lips. his eyes widen in shock at your bold move.

he licks off the sweet liquid and opens his mouth ever so slightly as you push your finger inside.

hot and wet and so so erotic, he sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, savouring the taste.

the sight is enough to make you rip off all your clothes here and now.

the sexual tension is so intense you can feel the blood pumping in your chest, throbbing between your crossed legs.

you squeeze your thighs together, the pressure giving you a slight relief from the aching need.

you remove your finger as he leans across the table and he practically growls “you are so fucking hot, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

he ghosts his lips over yours, so close to kissing you...

“i want to taste you”

his words send you over the edge and you press your lips against his, desperate and needy.

you bite his bottom lip and he audibly moans.

fuck.

the next thing that happens is a bit of a blur.

but before you know it, you’re laying on the breakfast bar in your black lace underwear and he’s trailing melted chocolate over your chest and stomach - the metal spoon held high above your half naked body, a smooth glossy trickle of chocolate criss crossing all over you.

you arch your back, reacting to his touch as he traces his fingertips over your mouth, your jawline, your collarbones, trailing of soft kisses on your skin, gently biting snd nipping along the way.

“you look delicious, please Y/N…?” he hooks his fingers under your lace underwear and pulls the fabric to one side as he looks at you with such intensity you almost moan from the sight of him between your legs. 

he places the lightest of kisses against the soft pink skin, slick with arousal.

ffffuucck......

he peels off your underwear and then spreads your legs apart. running his hand down your stomach, the chocolate smearing everywhere

“such a sticky mess, princess” he sits down on the bar stool and pulls the handle so it lowers so that his mouth is level with your pussy.

“mmmm such a pretty cunt” the words shock you

you push yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look of his face between your thighs

his dark hair falling across his face, he bites his bottom lip and looks at you again with that dark expression. so fucking handsome.

the next thing he does makes you blush profusely. 

he presses his thumbs either side of your sex and spreads your folds apart, his face only inches away, studying you intimately.

“so wet…” he slides two fingers across your slit, reaching your clit and your body jerks slightly at the sensitivity

“can i?” he teases your entrance with his fingers and you can barely speak

“nhhhggh - ye-yess Jin, please…” you want those lips, that tongue…

“i’m not gonna stop until this pretty pussy cums all over my tongue” you clench at his words and are bashful again...you know he will have seen your body react - his face practically buried into you.

“fuck….” he breathes..and then his tongue sends you wild.

pushing inside, wanting to feel you clench around him. lapping long strokes up to your clit, circling and teasing you until you’re so.close.

he changes pace and flicks his tongue side to side over your clit - the speed almost vibrating.

“oh god…uhh yeah so hnggg please, i need-”

“mmmm baby girl? you’re not making any sense” and he shoves his tongue inside again. hard.

“FUCK” you clench and chase the tightening spiral as you get closer and closer to the edge.

he pulls back just as you’re about to reach your climax and blows cool air on your pussy gently, teasing you. 

it’s almost painful, the throbbing and intensity of teetering on the verge of your orgasm.

“you were close, huh baby? you wanted me to finish you off so soon? when i know i can get away with bringing you to the edge over and over.” 

“please....” you beg and spread your legs wider 

“the perfect recipe for the most delicious dessert takes time and patience...” he’s laughing at his own metaphor and you can’t help laugh too

but what a fucking tease!

“s-not fair. Jin please. don’t tease me like this” you’re half begging, half commanding him to finish what he started.

next thing you know, he’s fucking you with his mouth, pressing his nose into your clit and you’re sure he can’t even breathe his face is buried so deep.

you run your fingers into his hair, chocolate everywhere, but he keeps going until your bucking your hips violently, ass slapping against the cold marble countertop.

he grips onto your legs, holding you against his mouth as you ride out the most intense orgasm of your life…

he gives you only moments to recover before he stands up and grabs you roughly, pulling you towards him, your legs straddling his hips as he unbuckles his jeans.

you pull his t-shirt up and over his head and playfully draw your fingers across your own chest before wiping the chocolate on his body.

you lick the chocolate off his smooth skin, being careful to flick your tongue over his nipples.

“such a bad girl” he hisses

you unhook your bra and toss it aside. he pulls you in towards his body, his boxes bulging against your core.

he scoops his hands around your face and kisses you. his lips are salty and sweet and pillowy soft 

his hips press into you and you run your fingers along the elastic of his boxers.

“Jin - I…”

you want him. but now your logical head is trying to take over. things are moving so quickly…but you don’t even have any protection and you promised yourself to do things differently this time. not go so far, so soon.

“what baby?” he can sense your sudden hesitation …” it’s ok, we don’t have to do anything more…i just want to make you feel good” and he kisses you again.

“let’s get cleaned up, i’ll run you a hot bath” he scoops you up off the kitchen counter and carries you to the bathroom.

pulling the curtain across, he flicks the shower on and waits for the water to get hot.

“after you” he smiles - kind and reassuring as you step under the steamy water and let the chocolate wash away.

“May i join?” he pokes his head around the shower curtain and steps into the bath, closing the space between your naked bodies so the water washes over him too.

skin on skin, he kisses you. it’s a wet kiss, passionate and hot. you melt under his touch, knees weak as he bites your bottom lip and pulls it back slightly.

you moan softly as he slides his hand down your hips, over your ass and grabs hold. you submit to his touch as you run your fingers through his wet hair. 

things escalate quickly and his hands are everywhere. he leans his left hand against the tiles, his wide frame trapping you between his body and the bathroom wall.

he knows he can’t fuck you, at least not right now - but he wants you to feel good, he wants you to be satisfied, he wants you to remember he took good care of you

using his free hand, he slides his fingers inside and begins fucking you with two fingers as if it were his cock. hitting that spot inside over and over, catching your whimpers with his mouth.

“uh oh- pl-pleasee oh fuck-nyeah” the sounds he’s drawing from you getting louder and more whiney as you chase your orgasm, bucking your hips into his hand.

“that’s right baby, such a good girl” he bites your neck “mmm you like fucking my fingers huh?” he growls as he makes the come hither motion inside.

you can barely stand, hands trying to find something to grab hold of but your wet palms simply slide all over the bathroom tiles.

“uh- so c-close…fuck fuck FUCK!” and you’re coming undone, knees giving way as he catches the weight of your body and holds you close against him, the water cascading over you as - completely blissed out from your second intense orgasm of the night.

“Did my girl enjoy that?” he smiles at you with such gentle eyes, your heart melts as he wraps you in a big fluffy towel.

“‘MY’ girl?…does that mean what i think it does?”

“of course baby. i want you all to myself. i don’t want you to see nobody else and i don’t wanna see nobody else”

you tiptoe in the shower and kiss him “Jin, i would love to be your girlfriend”

MASTERLIST 

[theanonauthorfanfic]

3,4,7,13 with Sebastian Stan

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy. 

3 “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

4 “Don’t give me that look.”

7 “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

13 “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

 Sebastian was looking forward to coming home after a long day of shooting. He had the next few days off. He was excited that Y/n was coming to LA to be able to spend some time with him before he heads back to shooting his new project. Y/n and 3Sebastian had been together for about 3 months. He made a heavy connection with you when they both met because Y/n came to Don to train. Sebastian got to know her and they bonded. It took him 2 months to realize that he truly enjoyed her company and wanted to make their friendship something more. He was almost bouncing when he left set and headed back to his hotel he was staying at while he filmed. He had his clothes strewn about the room since he was shooting 16-18 hours in a day or more. Sebastian sighed as he headed up to his room.

Y/n was finally in LA to spend the 4 days that Sebastian had off with him. You had missed him dearly when you were left in NYC while he traveled here to film. Y/n knew it was going to be hard dating an actor especially one of Sebastian’s caliber. You had enjoyed the relationship that you and Sebastian had. Y/n had showered and was sitting in your matching black lace bra and panties at the desk so she could put on your makeup. Y/n heard the door open and you smiled to yourself.

“Sebastian,” Y/n sang softly.

Sebastian smiled. He was shocked y/n was already here in his room. “You surprise me baby girl,” Sebastian spoke softly as he came up behind her hugging you.

Y/n giggled, “I wanted to surprise you sweetheart. You have been working so hard and need to relax. We are going out to dinner and then we get to enjoy each other for 4 days.”

“I can’t wait to be able to relax and enjoy not having to work while I have you all to myself,” Sebastian kissed Y/n softly. Y/n cupped his cheek and smiled against his lips.

“You need to shower and get ready Seb,” Y/n shooed him to the bathroom. Sebastian laughed and ducked in to take his shower.

Y/n finished putting on her makeup and slid into the dress you had planned for his evening. You were hoping it would rile up Sebastian and get him all hot under the collar. Sebastian was done with his shower and came out into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He headed to get clothes to wear to dinner. When he finally placed them on the bed he looked over and saw Y/n dressed in this red, low cut dress that barely reached under your ass. Sebastian was not wanting Y/n to get looked at by anyone else than him.

“You’re not going out in that outfit Y/N,” Sebastian firmly acknowledged.

“Why not Seb,” Y/n smirked.

Sebastian walked to face you and backed you into the wall. “You know why baby. I only get to look at you like that,” Sebastian put his foot down.

“I thought you would like this dress,” Y/n teased.

“Oh, I love this dress but its for my eyes-only kitty cat,” Sebastian dominantly spoke.

Y/n shivered and pushed against Sebastian. “I am going out like this. You can’t stop me,” Y/n was being a brat.

Sebastian growled and placed his hand on your neck making you look stare into his eyes. “You will do as I say princess,” he pushed back. Y/n pouted and rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” Sebastian was putting Y/n in her place.

Y/n pushed Sebastian away. He let you go and you grabbed your purse. Sebastian lunged forward and yanked the purse out of your hands. “Hey, no fair,” Y/n yelled.

Sebastian taunted Y/n, “You want me to give you your purse back. Make me sweetheart.”

Y/n was frustrated and stomped her foot. “Sebastian, you didn’t have to take my purse,” Y/n whined. Sebastian tilted his head to the side and chuckled.

“What’s the matter kitty cat,” Sebastian responded jokingly. Y/n didn’t say anything as he jumped on Sebastian trying to get her purse back. Sebastian tutted, “No baby. You aren’t getting that purse back.”

Y/N pushed her body against his. Sebastian tossed her purse away from your reach and slowly backed Y/N back into a corner. Y/N looked around to try and get out of it and made a move to dodge to his left and you were blocked.

“You’re not being a good girl Y/N,” Sebastian growled grabbing her jaw making you look at him. “Open your eyes. You are not allowed to close them.” Y/n didn’t say anything she just slowly opened her eyes knowing she was a mouse who was caught by a cat. Predator and prey. Sebastian was riled up and turned on as all hell right now. He wanted to bend her over the chair in his room and fuck you until she screamed for him.

“We are going to miss our dinner reservations Seb,” Y/n responded trying not to show him how he turned you on with his dominating.

Sebastian’s eyes clouded over with lust as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” He nipped at your ear. “You make me want to bend you over and fuck you hard. I also want to spank your as until my hand makes your ass a pretty shade of red.”

Y/n shivered and Sebastian caught on and slid his left hand up your thigh. “Please Seb please,” Y/n begged.

Sebastian smirked, “Oh princess, you already are begging. I bet you are already dripping baby girl.” He slid his hand further until he reached Y/n lace panties. “Mmmm, lace and you are soaked kitty cat.” Sebastian rubbed your pussy through the lace. Y/N moaned and bucked her hips looking for more friction. Sebastian tore off your panties with brute strength.

Sebastian groaned as he slipped his finger into your wet lips rubbing her swollen clit. He thought about fucking you hard and fast until she was a crying mess for him. He slowly moved his fingers down to your opening pushing them in as his thumb worked your clit.

“Fuck, Daddy,” Y/n let slip and Sebastian speed up how he was massaging your spot and clit. Y/N bucked her hips grinding them to feel her orgasm build. He was trying to get it to crest when Sebastian pulled his fingers out. Y/N whined.

“Fuck baby girl. I want to feel you cum on my cock,” Sebastian spoke rapidly. He pulled back and looked at your dress. In one swift move he tore it off. The towel he was wearing was thrown to the floor as he picked Y/n up and thrusted in with swift motion of his hips. Sebastian groaned as Y/N moaned as he filled her to the hilt. “Fuck Y/n you’re already squeezing me. I want you to cum baby. Soak my hard cock with your juices princess.” Sebastian pistoned his hips hard stroking your g-spot with his hard, throbbing member every time he moved his hips.

Y/n gripped his shoulders as her legs tightened around his hips. “Fuck, right there. Make me cum daddy. I’ll be your good girl and soak your dick,” Y/n rambled.

“My god kitty cat. I can already feel you milking me. Fuck, baby girl you are going to make me cum,” Sebastian spewed. He pounded into you with such force that you arched back against the wall. You weren’t going to last much long. Sebastian felt you spasm and reached down and rubbed your clit fast.

Y/n moaned and cum hard on his cock. “Fuck daddy. Don’t stop please don’t stop,” Y/N babbled. Sebastian sped up his hips until he felt his balls draw up and ready to explode.

“Fuck Y/N I am going to fill you up baby girl. You feel so good around me, “Sebastian grunted. He thrusted twice more before he painted your walls white. You were shaky and so was he after his orgasm. He slid you both down to the floor.

Once you both had come down from your high. Y/N spoke softly, “Hi.” You stroked his face and stared into his eyes.

Sebastian petted your hair, “Hi back.” You both panted and stayed wrapped up in each other the entire 4 days. You both didn’t leave the hotel much those days.

[untilthenextencore]

Pele Olianna & Jimmy 1971 Hawaii

As he stepped out into the courtyard both for a breath of fresh air and a sorely needed nicotine fix, Jimmy surveyed his surroundings. He had come a long way from Surrey, Middlesex or London even!

Full moon high overhead, sand between his toes, crisp ocean breeze rustling through the palm trees due to the rolling surf crashing & stretching into an endless horizon on one side of him, dark haired sylph dressed in filmy white weaving through a few of those same trees up ahead...

Wait, what?

This, Jimmy thought, merited further investigation. And closer inspection. Much closer...

Jimmy extinguished & discarded his cigarette before weaving his way through the trees & coming up just behind the mysterious sylph. Clearing his throat softly he cut through the near silence with a playful. "Fancy meeting you here..." The sylph gasped, jolted & whirled around. Her hair fanned out momentarily before coming to rest in a semi Veronica Lake waterfall that nearly obscured half her face. But one look at those stunning almond eyes of hers with their cat like slight tilt downwards towards her nose & those full pink lips  matched with that honey skin & he knew immediately who the sylph was. "Olianna! Darling!"

"Olianna" as he called her, or "Pele" was the youngest of the group of sisters he and the boys had encountered on the island. The youngest sister no less. Sweet sixteen & never been kissed...

Well...

Not until Jimmy that night at the party that is...

The night that he first met the stunning creature when she tagged along, or was dragged along by one of her older sisters - possibly the next youngest, Marika - and was dressed in a delicate black lace dress that seemed like the faintest puff of smoke shrouding the most precious jewel that he had ever laid eyes on. When he heard that the jewel like creature had a name and that the name was Pele it all made sense to Jimmy.

For the dress was the color of "Pele's tears", as obsidian black as her hair, but seemed to be woven of the fine volcanic fiberglass known as "Pele's hair". The sight of her in that dress alone was enough to make him nearly erupt right then & there!

One kiss of that pillow soft pink pout of hers and he was lost.

Lost in the kiss...

Those eyes...

That smile...

And then to know that it was her first kiss...

That only got him to crave more...

And so here he was...

With Pele...

Pele Olianna...

The same sylph...

The same jewel like creature...

This time enshrouded in a delicate ivory colored dress that was reminiscent of the wings of moths or dragonflies...

Here he was with her whirling around & regarding him with a blush splashing across her cheeks, wide eyes & a soft gasp crossing those pouted lips. "Jimmy! You scared me! What are you doing here?"

Jimmy just laughed in return. "Sorry for the fright, love. I was just out getting a breath of fresh air before bed when I noticed you traipsing about here. What are you doing up? Isn't it past your bedtime, Olianna dear?" He grinned, taking the time to let his eyes roam her figure, drinking every last bit of her up from tip to toe.

Olianna just nodded. "Yeah. The same... I couldn't sleep. So I thought I'd just go out for some air." She adjusted the strap of her gown to sit higher on her shoulder, intending to maintain or preserve some modesty. Unbeknownst to her, that act only served to draw his attention down further. Though he did his best to snap out of it quickly, nodding thoughtfully. "I see... But Olianna dear, you're much too young & slight to be wandering around by yourself. Even if you are familiar with the area. You really ought to have someone with you..."

"But!" She began to protest. "But it was only going to be for a minute!"

He cut in. "But nothing! It doesn't matter if it was "just for a minute", a moment, a second, a split second or whatever! Just for protection! You should really have someone there with you!"

Olianna's head dropped as she nodded and sighed. "I know... I'm sorry, Jimmy... But I... I... I didn't mean to worry you..."

"It's alright, love." Then after taking another thoughtful pause, he offered. "In that case... And since we're both out anyway... Would you care for some company, dear?"

Olianna lifted her gaze back up to meet his, dark eyes wide with surprise, shy smile gracing her lips as again she nodded. "Mmm-hmm..."

Jimmy then extended an arm which Olianna gingerly took, her arm linking through & her hand seeming to barely graze his sleeve until his hand came over it to press it down & complete the contact. Again wide eyes lifted upwards to scan his features & were met with a warm smile that edged on the precipice of being a roguish grin as he quietly urged. "Let's go then!..."

Jimmy led Olianna down a meandering trail near the house, taking a leisurely stroll with her. "It's a good thing I came across you..." He hushed, his voice just barely audible over the crashing of the waves. "Yes... I suppose it was... Thank you for accompanying me like this..." He waved her off. "Think nothing of it, my dear. What kind of man would I be not to protect someone as dear and precious as you?"

Olianna felt her face grow hot as her cheeks colored. But if she thought that she was blushing now, that was nothing compared to the blush that came at his next words. "As a matter of fact I had been wanting to spend more time with you lately..."

"Really?" She gasped incredulously.

"Really... Ever since I first saw you at that party that night... When you were wearing that unbelievable black lace dress of yours..."

That was it!

Now her cheeks were really burning!

"Really?" Olianna gulped, kicking herself mentally for being so repetitive.

Jimmy then came to a stop by a large curving palm tree that arched over their heads. Olianna turned to lean against it with Jimmy turning to face her. He felt the scalloped edge of her lace dress flutter against his jeans as he untwined their arms, using that left hand to run down her arm  instead as his right came around to cup her chin & tilt it upwards, to where her face was better illuminated, if only for him. He was then struck speechless momentarily, breath arrested in his chest at the sight of the moonlight dancing in her deep brown eyes.

When he finally found his tongue he found his voice now sounding breathless.  "Pele... Olianna... Darling...You are truly a most incomparable beauty... Most incomparable... Through these past few days I have found myself replaying the time we met... And the hours we've since spent together... And..."

"And...?" She repeated sounding half-choked herself.

"That magnificent kiss..." He sighed dreamily, in such a way that it made Olianna wonder if she were dreaming this whole thing!

"Oh!" Olianna gasped in spite of herself. Her whole body felt hot. Her face was flushed. Her cheeks were burning. Her breath felt hot & still in her chest. She didn't know what to do. She dropped her gaze as she spoke. "Actually, Jimmy..."  

"Hmmm?" He hummed.

Then before she could even stop herself, she made the shy admission. "Actually, Jimmy... I... I... I haven't been able to forget that night either... N-N-Not... Not... Not... Not the night... Or the kiss..."

"Really now, my dear? Do you mean it?" His lips curved into a smile, not without at least a trace of self-satisfaction.

Olianna nodded, allowing Jimmy to tilt her chin back up, gaze only beginning to lift as well as she spoke. "Yeah... Yeah, and I... I-- Mmmm..." Whatever her next words were to be, they were lost as Jimmy's lips suddenly slanted over hers, taking possession in one swift move. Olianna jolted slightly, as Jimmy's hand then left her jaw to slide back, and wrap around her slight form, pressing it to his. The fingers on his left hand then tangled in her mass of thick black waves that rivaled his own. Sudden as it was, Olianna knew that she would remember her second kiss just as well as her first.

The way he held her. Like he never wanted to let her go. The way he touched her. Like she was made of the most delicate glass, or finest porcelain. The way his lips moved against hers. Smoothly. Steady and sure.

The smoothness, steadiness & sureness soon morphed into a heat, hunger & need that just about overwhelmed her. It was coupled with the way his hands moved over her. Namely how his right hand slipped from around her & began to inch her gown up, slowly sliding up from her knee & along her thigh underneath.

As it moved higher, Jimmy could feel how the muscles in her thigh tightened. She caught his hand, her grip rather soft and hesitant as it stilled his. He could also feel how she trembled in his embrace, her smaller frame & slight form coming closer into his embrace for both warmth from the cool evening breeze & as a way to anchor her amidst the tempest of emotions swirling around inside her. He let his hand remain paused under hers, focusing solely on her & not appeasing his own needs, his own hunger & the pure unmitigated want that he felt for her. He tried his best to ignore it even as his trousers grew almost unbearably small & tight, constraining his manhood which at that point seemed to be reaching for her itself.

As he pulled back from her slightly, just for a breath he looked down at her to gauge her reaction & to allow her to speak up and tell him if she was at all uncomfortable or wanted out. Instead what greeted his eyes was Olianna gazing up at him, eyes fluttering open, flashing wide at him in confusion & absolute shock at first before her gaze then softened. Her lids grew heavier, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips, before her eyes began to close & he saw her lift her chin a fraction, leaning in almost imperceptibly. It seemed to be a sign. Her form of a signal.

Surprising even himself, Jimmy reacted cautiously. He pressed his lips to hers in a way that was far softer than he had before. "Mmmm~..." She hummed into the gentleness of his lips, prompting him to press them more firmly, more assuredly against hers. This earned another soft, pleased hum. "Mmmm~..." As well as leading her to pull her left hand from cupping & stilling his as it still laid in its path halfway up her silken thigh, fingertips being teased by the hem of her gown as it fluttered slightly in the soft ocean breeze. Now instead her hand found its way to lace in his hair as yet again the kiss grew in heat & intensity & yet again Jimmy's right hand began to trail up & under her fluttering wisp of a gown, ascending once more towards the promised land.

Jimmy's hand trailed higher & higher until his fingertips were graced by the feel of petal soft flesh, hot to the touch, behind a similar wisp of fabric.

Dampened fabric.

When his middle finger glided up & trailed teasingly up & down the center of the two petals Jimmy got two simultaneous reactions from the young island girl.  First was a gasp & ten little fingers clutching at him, his hair & his already slightly rumpled shirt. Next was the feel of a warm trickle coming to pool in the fabric & greet his fingers. Wetness. Breathless excitement. Anticipation. The promise of ecstasy to come.

He had her in the palm of his hand. He loved it. And he wanted more.

And so his hand moved higher still, up & then back down, delving down into her panties - now even more damp & heading towards sodden - and finally pressing his middle finger inside. He was met with another gasp, fingers tightening even more around his locks & shirt.

"Mmmm... Jimmy... Jimmy..." Olianna mewled, wriggling slightly in his grasp as he pushed further in. "Shhhh... Shh... Shh... Shh..." He hushed as he leant her against the tree behind her, left arm still wrapped around her, holding her tight. "It's okay, darling... It's okay... Don't fuss... Don't fret... Don't worry..." Jimmy then pressed a few soft &  sweet kisses along her profile & then to her lips. "Just let me... Just let me do this, okay?... Just let me take care of you..." Olianna mewled again as his finger pushed all the way in, curving inside her. She took a moment to adjust to the intrusion, squeezing on the digit & making Jimmy bite back a few low grunts before finally relaxing with a deep breath & meeting his eyes with a nod.

Jimmy smiled, his heart leaping with excitement as he leant in to press a few more soft, sweet & grateful kisses to her lips. At the same time he began to move his finger in & out, at first with a few shallow thrusts, then a few of those deep, exploratory curving thrusts deep inside her. And when his finger grazed a certain spot within her, his little mewling Olianna kitten grew claws, the nails on her ten little fingers now digging into his shoulders & neck as her hips jerked upwards & she gasped again. "Jimmy~!"

It was getting to be that Jimmy's name was either just about the only word she was capable of if not her favorite word altogether. Either way...

It was music to Jimmy's ears…

Jimmy kept his hold on Olianna firm, arm still wrapped around her waist steadying her even in the midst of her writhing in pleasure. As he held her steady, he continued to soothe her. "Shh... Shh... Shh... Pele... Olianna... Darling... Darling..." Olianna peeked up at him through heavy lids & saw his face looming over hers, backlit by the moon. A mass of black curls and pitch black facial hair through which shone moon white unbelievably pale skin that seemed to be flushed a similar shade of  pink as his lips often were.

A natural flush.

An excited flush.

Through this flush, Olianna was confronted with a pair of deep emerald eyes and a gaze that was at once steely & chill inducing & molten hot.

As he pinned her with this gaze Jimmy pressed a 2nd finger into her. Olianna lifted her hips to meet it even as she winced & hissed at the added stretch, clutching & gripping at his shirt again in response.

Jimmy pecked her temple in return, never faltering in his smooth, deep strokes. His beard - though well maintained - still felt slightly scratchy against her skin, both when he fluttered kisses all along & down her profile & when he fused his lips to hers. The scratchiness wasn't unpleasant though. It even tickled her when he trailed kisses down the side of her throat. As he followed downward as it slid into the crook of her neck he began to mumble sweet nothings against the warmth of her flesh. "Mmmm... Pele... Olianna... Darling... Darling... Darling girl... So soft... So sweet... So..."

His words were momentarily interrupted by Olianna crying out as his fingers curved inwards to find a very specific spot, hitting it dead on. This lead to her gaze meeting his shyly as a fierce blush bloomed on her face.

Meanwhile, a fierce grin bloomed on his as he uttered the last word in a voice that hovered somewhere between a delighted, soft purr & a husky, throaty growl. "...Perfect..."

He even then punctuated the thought with a low chuckle which really made her cheeks burn.

He then attached his lips to the crook of her neck as he continued to press his fingers deep inside her, now arcing his thrusts to curve inwards & hit that one special spot he had just found. When he was finally content with the mark that he had left on the crook of her neck, he fluttered kisses downwards. He undid the loose little ties that kept the bodice of her gown together & brushed the little wisps of spiderweb thin lace aside to take her breasts to his mouth, lips pressing to & encircling & tongues swirling around, flicking & teasing dusky pink nipples. The sensation was wholly new to the young girl & when coupled with his beard gently tickling her it all served to make Olianna gasp & mewl as now her fingers tangled in his hair.

Jimmy chuckled around her flesh, a sensation which buzzed through her, eliciting another gasp. The gasp was then followed by a whimper & a low, drawn out purr as his teasing tonguing & sucks & deep, exploratory strokes were then augmented by his thumb softly swiping across & circling her clit.

Jimmy was not through with her yet, however. As he felt her nipples grow taut & tighten against his tongue he pulled back, satisfied with just that. He then drifted down & lifted her skirt, thumb sliding away as his lips took its place, finding & encircling its next target. Olianna gasped & jolted, hips bucking upwards, walls clenching on his fingers. In response, as his lips circled around their little target, his tongue flicked against it. This elicited a gasp from the young girl as her fingers tangled & tightened in his locks & she moaned as she ground against his mouth.

She stopped abruptly, shocked at her own actions, panting. "Oh my God... Jimmy... Jimmy, I... I... I... Sorry..." He chuckled again, earning a shudder from her as he lapped her up, seemingly unaffected by what she considered to be her sudden misstep.

Instead he hummed into her slit. "Mmmm... Mmm-mmm..." Making her draw in a shuddering breath as he lapped up her dripping heat which resulted from his ministrations. "So tight..." He purred, moving his fingers in more pointed thrusts. "So good... So sweet... So delicious..."

As his tongue worked against her, more & more of her excitement began to drip down, covering his lips & even dripping down his beard, chin & neck. He wasn't phased in the least. All he did was press his tongue & fingers into her more insistently, slurping her up amid growls & groans & husky voiced rasps. "Mmmm... Olianna... Olianna... So good... So good... So sweet... So delicious... Mmmm... I must... I must... I must have more..."

Olianna was now all but gone. Her eyes had fluttered closed, head tilted back, fingers staying laced in his thick black curls. Her hips tilted upwards to meet his searching tongue & fingers.

When his tongue slid to replace his fingers momentarily, her knees nearly buckled, prompting Jimmy to carefully press her more to the trunk of the tree. He framed her rounded hips with his hands, even going as far as to lift one of her legs onto his shoulder to "help support her" - aside from the fact that it also helped give him better access of all of her most tender spots - as he buried his face between her legs, devouring her hungrily.

The way his tongue moved against her, rolling & flicking at her clit before pushing, rolling & flicking deep inside. The sinful little smacks, slurps & moans that vibrated from his tongue throughout her previously untouched core all served to steal her breath & make it so that once again it seemed as if only one word was capable of leaving her lips. "Jimmy~..."

His name fell from her lips in more gasps & pants, her nails pricking & scratching him slightly as she adjusted her grasp on his hair. Jimmy's lips never faltered. His tongue pressed deep into her, thumb moving in slow, tight circles on her clit. In return he heard her moan his name in a more strained voice, felt a tug on his locks as her hips lifted to grind against his mouth. He also felt a squeeze on his tongue coupled with more of her sweetness that coated his tongue & made him moan.

Jimmy knew what that meant.

And so he slurped up the resulting sweetness that now poured into his mouth before pulling back & switching back to his earlier positioning. His fingers now retook their previous position, two pressing deep into her again, curving upwards & inwards as his lips circled her clit, tongue rolling against the little nub. His free hand cradled the leg he had lifted onto one of his shoulders & slid up & down the outside of her thigh. Olianna's moans grew more and more frantic, hips rolling faster up to meet him. His name began to fall from her lips in gasps & then fragments, in shattered breaths that perfectly captured her shattered senses. Shattered due to his ongoing & expert assault on her senses.

Again her head fell back. Again her eyes fluttered closed. Again he felt that tell tale clench over his insistently exploring fingers.

That tell tale pulse...

That tell tale lift of her hips & the tell tale feel of his locks being wound tighter around her little fingers, her knuckles pressing to his scalp. The tell tale long drawn out low groan of his name.

"Jimmmmmyyyyy~..."

"Mmm-hmm..." He sucked at the little nub, fluttering his tongue & curving his thrusting fingers in a come hither fashion to hit that familiar little sweet spot that he had found earlier.

Olianna was left gasping by this. Panting. Wriggling in his grasp, hips bucking a little more strongly. Still Jimmy did not budge. Nor did he waver. His tongue continued to roll & his fingers continued to hit that spot, the dual onslaught on her most tender of spots all leading to the myriad of sensations cresting within her like the waves of the ocean nearby. The wave broke upon her, overpowering her, leading her to break with a breathless cry. "Jimmy~..." As she came hard for the first time, her release flooding his mouth & fingers even dripping down his arm & beard, droplets hitting the sand & even the now sodden sheath of crumpled fabric that were her panties that lay discarded at her feet.

Discarded... But not forgotten...

As was proved by Jimmy - tongue & fingers still working to help the little beauty ride out her high - when he noticed the little ball of damp lace & picked it up.  His eyes flashed up to her only to find her still with her eyes closed & head tilted back trembling slightly & lost in the sensations. Lost in the waves. Taking the blessed opportunity that he was presented with, Jimmy shook some of the sand loose from the damp lace & balled it up as tight as he could, pocketing it surreptitiously.

Jimmy then brought that free left hand of his to lift & brace her right leg, holding it up & off of where it had been on his shoulder & after pulling his fingers away from her as her last few trembles & clenches subsided, began to lick & suck her clean of every last remnant of her release, drinking it down with a purr & earning another gasp & soft tug of his locks. "Mmmm~... Mmmm~... So sweet~..."

"Mmmm..." Olianna responded in kind, mewling weakly as he continued to lap her up. Jimmy only stopped when he had felt that he got every last drop & when he felt her thighs start to close to him as she started to become sensitive again. He then moved to quickly lap up any residual drips on her inner thighs before purring again. "Pele... Olianna..." He let her leg fall from his grasp as he rose to his feet, left hand coming to lace in her hair.

The last thing she saw was a pale moon white face with a black beard dotted & dripping with what seemed to be morning dew & glistening pink lips that curved into a glimmering wolfish grin come faintly into focus before falling into shadow once more as that dew dotted & dripping beard pressed to her cheek & those glimmering pink wolfishly grinning lips came to claim her in a deep, passionate kiss. Her mind spun. The night felt cool but her breath felt hot. She was burning up. Both under that touch, under that kiss - flavored not with dew of course she knew but with her excitement, arousal & release.

And...

Under his spell...