#pants is a gentleman cat

[why-i-love-comics]

Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #5 (2023)

written by Joanne Starer art by Natacha Bustos & Tamra Bonvillain

[shamlesspandanerd]

[gladiatorcunt]

- MOLTEN LAVA CAKE / IV.

when i get to heaven, please let me bring my man

cw: kinktober prompt (creampie), unprotected sex & playing fast and loose with it’s possible consequences, yandere behavior, age gap (reader 20’s, capitano & zhongli 50s, baizhu 40s), power imabalance, non con somno (childe), dub con, innocence kink & lowkey medical malpractice (baizhu), reader has a pussy, implied kidnapping (capitano), if you squint childe & capitano’s sections are connected, frequent breeding kink type talk, manipulation & coercion, implied baby trapping, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

CEO!Zhongli

“Do be quiet, darling.” Zhongli grits, cupping your head with both of his palms and tugging you upwards. “I have no intentions of being an exhibitionist today.”

You arch off his grand wooden desk and gasp at the spark of pain in your neck, but you’d take that over drowning yourself in paperwork any day. Your boss’s cock is ramming into your ass at a porn star’s speed, the wet smacks of flesh slapping against flesh bounce off the one way glass walls.

This situation is the most cliché porn plot in the book though, the distant slightly emotionally unavailable boss bending his secretary over his desk and zipping down their pants. You had been running late that day, you forgot to set your alarm for Mr. Zhongli’s breakfast tea run and you had less cat food than you thought so you had to make a break for the grocery store.

By the time you scrambled in with a steaming cup of your boss’s favorite tea and his stack of reports to review and meeting requests to schedule, the older man was tapping his foot and crossing his arms. He didn’t look disappointed, not quite, but the gentle warmth in his eyes was gone and his small smile was flat.

In your desperation not to lose your job, this was your first and you’re only in your junior year of college, you follow him into his office and set down your things. Your cherry Marc Jacobs tote bag (bought by him, his papers and tea (bought by you with his money), your SINOCULTURAL orchid leather handbag (also bought by him, for variety).

Zhongli wasn’t the kind of pervy boss who’s hit on you before, you guess now that he was just lying in wait. You were the one that draped yourself over his desk with tears in your eyes, desperate and naive and relying on the principle of ‘sex sells’.

He’ll draft up a different beginning to your love story at your wedding.

“You take cock so well, perhaps we’ll have to have a discussion about adding this to your list of duties, hm?”

The condom sliding in and out of your walls makes you want to pout, but you know he has to have one. How he was able to pull a pack from his desk drawer on the spot is beyond you, you’re not quite willing to admit that you’d be so willing to keep your job you’d risk a baby and/or STDs.

“A-ah! Y-yes, sir, whenever you’re available, i-i’ll do anything.” You whisper over your shoulder and push your ass up, wanting the sight of his long cock disappearing under the thick cheeks to be as enticing as possible.

You clutch onto the golden plague bearing his esteemed name for dear life, muffling your sounds into the furniture’s lacquer, and let your boss pour all his stress into your holes. You tried to goad him into taking your ass but he gave you an amused chuckle and a firm pat to each cheek, chiding at you that he’d do it properly another time. He’s a gentleman under his silvered tongue and all his golden scales.

Zhongli seems to get fed up with the condom the closer he gets to his roaring orgasm, and all you’re able to let out in a punched squeal as he sharply pulls out and rips the condom off.

“This damn thing,” He huffs, snarling as he tosses the shredded scraps of plastic to the side, sinking back into your pussy in one go. “There, much better.”

You’re discovering that Mr. Zhongli is not the kind of man who groans unabashedly in the heat of the moment, he's prone to contented sighs and easy laughs. The closest you get to anything animalistic is the guttural grunt he lets slip as you clench around him near the end of his deep thrusts, milking him for all the cum this HR nightmare of a quickie can get you.

“One more thing before you go, be a dear and clean that up for me.” He points a black nail down at the puddle of cum expectantly, somehow having pulled his cock free with a wet flopping noise when you were too dizzy to notice, sinking back into his swiveling chair.

Sugar Daddy!Capitano

Your back hits the hotel wall, softened by Capitano’s hands coming to slide in between you and the surface.

“Mmfh- I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.” You shyly admit as your sighs fade into whimpers, the man’s stubble rubbing on your neck during his rain of kisses.

He laughs and his hot breath hits your pulse point, your heart skips a beat. “So you’ve told me. Don’t worry, you’re nothing but safe with me. I’ve already wired the initial 50,000 for our first meeting to your account, we don’t have to do anything that you are not comfortable with.”

You nod and run your fingers through his black hair, offering up more of your unmarked neck. Of course you’re comfortable, you were so nervous you could die hours earlier, but your first sugar daddy experience has turned out to be the ideal. Capitano made sure you were happy and pliant, offering ten times the amount of what most other men would just for this one dinner. What wouldn’t you be down with doing now?

He nips at your bottom lip, wrapping his burly arms around your chubby thighs and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle as you fall onto the bed of the hotel’s presidential suite. You trade sloppy and clumsy kisses for less and less articles of clothing, he places your jewelry and your accessories neatly on the nightstand.

“So you don’t prick yourself or worry about losing them, bambi.” He explains and pulls you into another syrupy kiss.

You lose yourself to fit of giggles as he reverently kisses down your body. The next hour is spent with your new sugar daddy licking your pussy, eating you out like a man would gulp down an oasis after a lifetime of being stranded in the desert. You couldn’t say how many times you flood his awaiting mouth with your juices and seed, but you’ll always remember how his Adam's Apple bobs on every swallow. As if it nourishes him, replenishes his soul from inside and out, warms like a good hearty soup.

Capitano slithers up your body to stroke a finger down your face, “Are you ready for me, honey? You’re spewing like a fountain but we can always just cuddle.”

“No, I'm ready, I want this, want you. Please, Daddy, need your cock.” And your money, but mostly your cock right now.

You settle into your position on your back and spread your legs, you grab the back of your ankles and keep them that way. Bearing yourself for the hungry gaze of a man twice your age.

“Alright, needy love, aren’t you? Here you go.” He coos, lining up his fat dick with your slick entrance and sinking in.

You almost wish you had turned the lights off. The way his massive looks hovering above yours, muscles tense and waiting to be exercised. You don’t have to look down at where his cock feeds your pussy, it’s like you can feel what every nerve and vein is doing and touching in your guts. You’re so glad the conversation about being tested was had on the sugaring app, you’re both clean and on the pill so you thought why not indulge in another first.

“Gorgeous cunt. Worth so much fucking more than 50,000. You like France, bambi? I’ll get you a castle in the countryside, this pussy would look divine getting pounded in one of their foyer’s and over their balconies.” He groans, husky and scratchy, kissing you and grinding his cock deep in your quivering pussy like you just got married.

You have to show him how to take a video of his goopy cum dripping out of your puffy folds, spreading them with your fingers and pushing it back inside.

The next morning, you wake up to a bundle of fresh roses and a calligraphy note on the pillow next to your head. You smile and take it all in, but eventually you tug on last night’s clothes and grab your bag. You grin down at your phone, feeling the butterflies play war drums in your stomach, this going somewhere good. There are times when you can just tell.

The suite door is locked, a man’s voice outside asks if you’re ready to be taken back to the boss’s home. On the way there you look through your bag, a message from your intuition, and your birth control is gone. But there are listings for several foreign properties, with a sticky note attached to the first.

‘Tell me which ones you like when you get home. I have my broker on the phone.”

Stalker!Childe

It’s a routine for him, slip in under your window, sink onto your bed and straddle your sleeping body, and fill you up with his cum until your belly bloats. You’ve never noticed, he’s good at cleaning up. And if you have, you’re docile enough to let him keep at it. Let the rabid wolf keep pawing at your door with bloody paws, leaving a carcass at your feet and doing it all over again the next day.

You know it’s just your boyfriend loving on you in private until you’re ready to go public. He understands you’re shy, a lot of the partners he’s had in the past haven’t exactly been social butterflies, but baby it’s just little ol’ Ajax! He wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone his precious significant other, don’t be silly. He has these kinds of conversations with you through hushed whispers against your ear and trembling fingers slipping under the straps of your tank top.

Ajax always preps you, save for a couple of times in the beginning because he was too excited. He prefers doing it with his tongue, but he does love a good fingerbanging session. He’d never cause any pain that wasn’t fun for the both of you, cross his heart and hope to die. He even brings a back up inhaler that he stole from your pharmacist in case you lose your current one.

He grins as he shimmies you out of your sleepwear, you never much, another sign that you’re meant to be “Shh, lovebug, I hope you’re having the sweetest dreams right now. I’m just stopping by to say hi. I have to be quicker this time, I'm real sorry, bub.”

Some as-gentle-as-possible rough fingerbanging it is.

Ajax keeps his eyes peeled so wide they burn a little as he crooks and curls his fingers in your tight pussy, marveling at your groggy whimpers that sooner than later snowball into light moans.

“You looked stunning in your outfit today, I like looser tops on you. I can see your titties bounce, swear to god. The leggings were a nice touch too, wanted to jog over during your walk and smack the shit out of it. But that’s not the meet cute you deserve, is it cutie?” He grips your face in one hand, the free one that’s not knuckles deep in pussy juice, shaking your head for ‘no’ for you.

“I promise we’re gonna meet soon, it breaks my heart to see you look so lonely, bub.” He’s not fazed when you seem like you’re waking up, he just ‘aw’s and strokes his thumb on your clit until you’ve fallen back asleep. “I can’t wait. I’ve gone over everything a million times, what I’m gonna wear, what I’m gonna say, our first date, our “first” time, I'm so ready for it all with you.”

You’re adorable, your brow is pinching and you’re tossing and turning. Your soft moans become louder and since you’re a heavy sleeper that doesn’t live in an apartment (not that he’d stop anyway, he’s seen how your next door neighbors check you out when you’re not looking), he scissors his fingers and speeds up the thrusts of his hand.

After months of this and vigorous hours at the gym, his wrist has stopped cramping entirely. He slips his free hand under his jeans and clasps it around his leaking dick, jerking himself off as he finger fucks your perfect pussy.

“Oh, there it is, honey.” Ajax gasps, tightening his grip around his painfully hard cock just as your walls tighten around his fingers. “It’s okay, keep going for me, you can do it.”

He times his strokes to the thrusts of his fingers, his breathing in sync with every rise and fall of your chest. You’re so wet, you’re leaking around his digits, your pussy making a sick squelching sound

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum baby, just from fingering your pretty pussy.” He pants, circling his thumb over the head of his weep dick and smearing his precum all over his length.

He’s moving so fast his hand is a blur, and he really doesn’t even register the sensation of fucking himself with his fist. Instead what he feels is the way your thighs seize up and your breath hitches, you arch your back off the bed in your sleep and that’s when he knows it’s time.

“Fuck, okay. Lemme get a little closer, lovebug, don’t want any of it to go to waste, right?” He keeps stroking his throbbing cock and blasting his fingers into your pussy, awkwardly trying to find his footing so he can get a good position.

He takes his fingers out of you and his heart squeezes in his chest when your hips buck after them and you whine.

“Here it comes, baby.” Ajax laughs at his own joke, positioning the tip of his dick right against your hole. With a shaky breath and an even shakier smile, he breaches your hole with only that part of himself, loving the way your cunt welcomes it in.

He laughs again when he floods your insides, crossing his fingers behind his back for this one to take. Don’t worry, it’s only a fantasy for now, you should at least have your first date before he knocks you up.

OBGYN!Baizhu

“Just lie back on the exam chair for me and we can begin.” Dr. Baizhu smiles warmly at you as you nervously play with your hands in the clinical room.

You nod, wanting to speak at little as possible. The chair’s paper covering crinkles and creases as you climb onto it, shuffling around before settling into a somewhat comfortable positon lying on your back. You look to Dr. Baizhu on your right, he’s available on your insurance and he has stellar reviews on any site worth trusting you could find. You’re just anxious anyway, and this is something you have to do, it won’t do you any good to get paranoid about all the things that could go wrong in a doctor’s office.

Baizhu’s eyes crinkle in the corners and he takes a seat on one of those rolling black stools. “So I take it that this is your first pelvic exam? Well, then be assured that you’re in good hands. It’s nothing scary, but I need to make sure your vulva and reproductive organs are in perfect working order.”

You laugh awkwardly and mutter back a “I know, I'm fine. Just a little tired, traffic was a nightmare.”

Your nerves already feel like they’re fading away, Dr. Baizhu’s voice is so pleasant and he has such a kind demeanor, you understand why this clinic was so eager to have him. The woman who signed you in was raving that it was his first day after leaving a major hospital, that they were so lucky and you were too.

“Now I'll have you slide down to the end of the table and put your knees in these stirrups, it’s perfectly safe and if you need to take a breather, please let me know.” He croons, allowing you the freedom and comfort to act on your own. He’d never want to make you feel panicked, as if he were forcibly restraining you.

The exams aren’t really a big deal when you’ve gotten over that hump, but Baizhu knows that first times of any variety can be scary. Especially for skittish patients such as yourself, with as much prey drive as a barn bunny being chased by a sheepdog.

You lie there and endure every probe and thoughtful hum. Your vulva is fine and Dr. Baizhu ends that part of the inspection with a quick pat to your mound, his lips twitching as if trying to resist the urge to kiss.

“Okay, now I'm just going to check out your cervix, keep still.” The man hums, smoothing a hand down your right calf from the stirrup to your knee. “You’ll feel some pressure, but nothing painful.”

“Really?” You bite your lip and eye the instruments on the little table by the sink.

Dr. Baizhu chuckles, “Of course. Some patients do experience pain, but it’s not a definite thing, everybody’s different. At most, you’ll feel a tad uncomfortable and exposed.”

So you brace yourself and expect to feel the cold metal of what looks like some kind of forceps. Instead you look down to see your doctor unbuttoning his pants.

He catches your eye and waves off your concern, “Cold metal just seems so abrasive for your first time. You might do better with a more… human approach, something to test how well you can stretch. Don’t worry, I'll put protection on, I'd be a horrible doctor if I didn't.”

Sure enough he slides a latex condom on, covered in tiny holes but you brush it off as being a part of the design. Baizhu’s cock twitches, feeling a sick thrill at how easy you are, at how he can whip his dick out and you’ll believe it’s in your best interest.

He doesn’t release you from the stirrups, and they rattle as he plunges inside inch by inch. Slowly and mind numbingly, to properly gauge your cunt’s ability to expand around the intrusion. You gape up at him, feeling far more than just a tad uncomfortable and exposed. His lips twitch again, torn between maintaining the facade and stuffing your cervix with his cock or breaking character and dipping down to kiss your adorably parted lips.

“I’d give you a piece of candy if that wouldn’t embarrass you. You’re doing great, just relax and the pressure will ease up.”

“Ngh- hah- O-okay, doctor. Thank you for helping me.” You don’t know why you say it, who thanks their doctors for doing a basic exam? But he groans and his hips rush forward all the same.

Your cunt is impossibly tight, which is to be expected but it’s not any less delightful to experience.

The paper underneath you makes you want to claw your eyes out as his thrusts force your back to slide back and forth on it. That, the stirrup straps clacking, and your shared soft pants are the only sounds in the locked room. It’s not as anxiety inducing as you’d expect, the planets in the office orbit around the doctor and as long as they think he’s in an appointment (and isn’t he?) they won’t interrupt. His eyes crease, he promises to give you a home visit when you’re done here, just to be thorough and make good on that promise of candy.

Something sweet for the embodiment of the cavities is in his soul, cunny strangles him tighter than a noose.

Dr. Baizhu shudders as you reflexively clench around his pulsing cock and attempt to kick out your legs only to be held back by the stirrups, “Don’t mind the mess, ‘s all par for the c-course, my dear.”

You squirt on his next thrust, and your tangy juices drip down onto the cold gray floor. The gooey cum that escapes the holes in the condom follow suit and form a little pool. Dr. Baizhu takes several pictures of your seed heavy pussy with his flip phone for medical reference.

[4unnyr0se]

Hear me out…asking Kenma and Akaashi to eat it from the back..

❥ eat it from the back | kenma kozume & keiji akaashi

warnings: timeskip! kenma and akaashi, fem! reader, eating pussy from the back (obvs), kenma is a tease and akaashi is a gentleman, fingering, spanking (kind of), mentions of hickeys, bokuto mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2.1k

a/n: okay i literally hate this with every fiber of my being but i hope u like it nonnie xx

Kenma Kozume

“Hey babe?” you poked your head into your bedroom shared by your boyfriend, the neon red and white lights reflecting off his hazelnut waves. The atmosphere was cozy and quaint, accompanied by the faintest sound of video game characters making attack noises at each other. “I-I have a question if you aren’t busy.” your manicured nails anxiously rubbed against the doorframe, a worrying feeling coursing through your pulsating veins. 

Kenma turned around, placing his cat-ear headphones around his neck. You had gotten them as a joke last Christmas, but he grew attached to them quickly. Your boyfriend was akin to that of a cat, after all. “Yeah, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with a mild concern. You were usually so open with him, never afraid to speak your mind. Why did you seem anxious? Were you hurt?

“O-oh, everything is fine. It’s just…I wanted to try something different, if that’s okay.” you smiled in a feeble attempt to assure him, closing the door behind you. Kenma raised an eyebrow and exited his expensive gaming chair, electing to sit on the king-sized bed on the other side of the room. He patted the blanketed spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder once you were snuggled deep into his side. “What did you wanna try, hm? It’s okay, I won’t judge you.”

You blushed and bit down on your lip, not daring to look into Kenma’s gorgeous golden eyes. Since you started dating, your boyfriend has always accommodated your needs, ensuring you feel safe and secure. Surely he would not refuse you now? “Uh, my friend sent me a video on Twitter and…and it was of a girl getting head from behind. I-if you know what I mean.”

A smirk decorated Kenma’s lips as he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, the thick fabric of his company hoodie softly grazing your blushing cheek. “Oh, was that it? That’s nothing, baby. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face when you ask for something so simple.” he purred, grasping your chin with his hand. He pulled you out of his hoodie to look into his eyes, molten with a newfound desire and longing. The padding of his thumb pulled on your bottom lip, admiring how pretty you looked when you were so desperate for him. “Can you take those pants off and get on all fours for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded quickly, practically ripping off your pants along with your panties, tossing them in some random corner of the room to be forgotten about. You smushed your flushing face against the silky sheets of the massive bed, your back arching so perfectly for him. All on display, all for Kenma. He growled at the sight, kneading the flesh of your ass between his long fingers. “Fucking perfect.” he groaned, playfully cracking his hand against your skin. “Shit, you’re fucking dripping for me. Do you want this that badly, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as Kenma bent down, his fingers trailing your dripping folds. “Please, fuck, please just, just do it!” 

“Okay, pretty girl, whatever you want,” he whispered, placing a teasing kiss on your inner thigh before his mouth landed on your soaked core. His hot tongue slid up and down your folds, mewl after pathetic mewl escaping your lips and being drowned out by the sheets. His hands gripped onto your thighs to secure your position, leaving tiny, fingerprint-sized bruises. His tongue drew playful circles around your sopping entrance, pushing the tip of his muscle in occasionally so he could relish in your surprised squeal.

Kenma indulged himself in you, but that was no shock at all. He was a very greedy lover, and you adored that about him. You tasted like the nectar of the gods on his skilled tongue, his name falling from your plump lips in a broken prayer as your stomach sank further into the mattress, slowly coming undone by his expert oral ministrations. “Shit, you’re fucking shaking. You must’ve wanted this, huh, baby?

His lewd words sent vibrations throughout your body, causing your clit to so painfully throb. “P-please,” you begged, reaching behind you to desperately grasp for his hand. “Need you, please.” Your hand found purchase on his wrist, impatiently dragging it to hover above your soaked clit. 

He choked back a moan as his fingers began to swirl around your clit, pinching the sensitive bud just to get a beautiful yelp to fall from your lips. The way it was throbbing, the way you were so beautifully dripping all over his chin and mouth; you were close. He could feel it. Kenma could tell when you were about to reach orgasm by the way your walls squeezed his cock, but this time it was different. Your body was shaking and trembling, so you were in for quite a ride. 

“Gonna fucking cum, baby? That’s okay, cum on my face. You can do it, can’t you? Be a good fucking girl and drown me, don’t make me ask again.” he demanded, rhythmically plunging his tongue in and out of your entrance. His tongue accidentally-on-purpose hit the most sensitive spot inside your core, causing you to topple over the edge and into complete and utter bliss. You release coated half of his lower face, making the mess Kenma never tired of seeing. Fuck, you looked so perfect like this. Bent over and all spent for him, profanities escaping your mouth as you rode your high so gracefully. 

Reluctantly, Kenma pulled himself away from your drenched lower half, wiping your release from his lips. As you turned around to face him, he smacked your ass. “Sorry baby,” he corrected, standing up to slide off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock leaked with precum, prodding at your entrance. “Did you really think we were done? That’s so cute.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi has been your most trusted friend ever since high school. You were Fukurodani’s manager and went to the same university as him, often spending time with each other for whatever reason you two wanted, be it studying or simply crying over your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. You knew everything about each other, everything, including your deepest, most dark desires.

It began when you discovered (by pure accident) that you had apartments in the same building, one floor apart. It was a shock at first, albeit a hilarious one. Akaashi joked about how you could never get rid of him, like how you and Bokuto were attached at his hip in high school. Eventually, like in college, you spent every free moment with each other. He could be editing a manga panel on his laptop, and you gingerly made him tea, patting his head. His green eyes would always trail to the hem of your top, the hint of exposed cleavage driving him secretly wild. Or how you would wear your sleep shorts constantly because you worked from home, the sight of your exposed thighs making him instantly hard in his slacks. 

One day, the tension between the two of you snapped. Akaashi had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands squeezing your waist. His lips molded so perfectly against your own, groaning into your mouth as your teeth teasingly bit onto his bottom lip. That night was filled with passion and longing, a longing that started to brew since the day you decided to become a Fukurodani manager. Since then, your neck has never been free from his hickeys or marks, and Akaashi’s wrists always have one of your bracelets dangling from the bone.

You never kept anything from each other; why would you? You had known each other for so long that you and he were practically in sync—what he did, you did, etc. So when your friend sent you a Twitter link to a video of a girl trembling as she got eaten out from behind, you just had to show him.

“Keiji, look at this.” you tapped him on the shoulder, momentarily distracting him from editing a manga panel. “My friend sent me this. It’s pretty hot, right?” The video was muted, but the woman’s pleasure was so undeniable. Three fingers pumped in and out of her sobbing pussy while her partner secured her position with his large hands, his tongue ravishing her. 

“Yeah, it is really hot,” Akaashi looked at you with a flicker of desire in his eyes, kissing your fingers gently. “Would you like to try that, sweetheart?” He rose from his chair, slightly towering above you. He was so gentle at times you had forgotten that he used to play volleyball. Akaashi was pretty damn tall. You nodded and leaned to kiss him, resting your arms on his broad shoulders. He smiled into the kiss, breaking it for only a moment so he could drag you into the living room. Shrugging off his cardigan and removing his glasses, he gestured to the leather couch. “Can you get into the position like the girl in the video, sweetheart? Face down, ass up, come on.”

You happily obliged, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties instantly. You proudly displayed yourself for him, wiggling your ass playfully with a teasing grin plastered across your beautiful face. “Like this Keiji, yeah? Like when we do doggy style.”

“Exactly like when we do doggystyle, sweetheart.” Akaashi groaned, massaging your ass tenderly. You were already dripping for him, fuck. Were you thinking about this for longer than he thought? “You always look so fucking pretty for me.” his long and calloused fingers prodded at your throbbing entrance, eliciting an impatient moan from your lips. “Don’t tease, baby! Wan’ you so bad, c’mon!”

He pushed his index and middle finger inside your sobbing core, curling them inside instantly. Your walls squeezed about him perfectly, your manicured nails clawing at the pillow supporting your head. “T-tongue! Wan’ your tongue, Keiji! Please…” you whimpered, turning your head to look at him with a flustered and needy expression. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, quickening his ministrations in your fluttering cunt. “Just doing what the guy in the video did, right? You’ll get my tongue soon enough,” he assured you, squeezing the backs of your thighs lovingly. That put you at ease for a moment until his skilled tongue licked a fat stripe up your glistening folds, earning the most delightful squeal from your throat. 

“Fuck.” Akaashi slowly dragged his tongue up and down your wanton heat, groaning as your slick covered his tongue and mouth. You always tasted divine, like something not of this world. Your thighs already began to shake like the girl in the video, his fingers gently pistoning in and out of you being the perfect finishing touch. “So fucking pretty like this,” he whispered against you, fingers pulling out of your heat to rub against the clit. “I’ve never seen you this needy. Have you always wanted to try this? Hm?” 

You frantically nodded and pressed yourself against his face, wanting more of his wet muscle against your core. “J-just make me cum, dammit! You never tease me like this.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Akaashi buried himself in your cunt once more, tracing delicate circles on your most sensitive part. At the same time, his index finger rubbed your clit too well, the slick from inside your pussy adding a new kind of lubrication. Akaashi chuckled in satisfaction as he felt your orgasm approach, his tongue prodding at your entrance. He plunged the wet muscle inside, slurping noises filling the room of your otherwise silent living area. The tip expertly dipped in and out, running along each of your folds to avoid neglecting either.  “Want you to cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” he demanded, rubbing on your clit at a sickeningly fast pace. “Can you do that for me now? Wanna cum on my tongue?”

Like you were something he had programmed, you became unraveled all over his tongue, your slick release covering his mouth. “S-shit! Keiji, fuck! Oh my fucking god, don’t stop! Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” 

Akaashi smiled as he pulled away from your heat, giving your inner thighs gentle kisses. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, pressing his lips against yours in a tender embrace. His tongue flicked against your lips, spreading some of your release. “You taste amazing, can you see?” 

You nodded and collapsed onto his chest, rubbing your head against the wool fabric of his sweater. “Gonna take a nap on you, is that okay?”

Akaashi chuckled to himself and kissed the top of your sweaty head, rubbing his hands down your back. “Of course, baby, get as much rest as you need. You did so well for me.”

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[babyleostuff]

⸻ first date with performance unit

[ 🍵 ] how they would spoil their partner, what they would be like taking them out for the first time & what they would plan to make them feel special

jun

place: cat/dog cafe

what they would do to make you feel special: he’d have your coffee/tea order + favourite baked goods memorised (to the point where if they didn’t have what you’d usually order, jun would know what you’d take instead)

what they would be like taking you out: jun would be the epitome of sweet and precious, because mans wouldn't be able to stop smiling. seriously, the grin he'd have on his face would be low-key concerning because how can someone smile for that long, but at the same time, he'd make you feel so at peace and comfy with his gentle persona

“they are so us,” jun giggled and pointed at two cats trying to claw each other's eyes out. 

you shook your head and took a sip from your cup. if it was anyone else you’d start wondering if they even liked you, because comparing you to a rather aggressive cat was not on your top 10 compliments list, nor was it something you’d like to hear on a first date.  

but the boy in front of you was far from “anyone else”.

“you’re feisty,” jun pointed at the black cat, “just like her.” 

before you could think through what you were about to say next, you blurted out, “well, at least now we know who’ll wear the pants in our relationship.” 

it was safe to say that jun looked like an angry tomato for the rest of the date.

hoshi

place: laser tag

what they would do to make you feel special:  if you’d end up on opposite teams, soonyoung would do anything to let your team win (he’d be so proud in thinking he was being sooo sneaky about it) because seeing you happy is so much better than winning (you’re the only exception though, anyone else - the fight is on)

what they would be like taking you out:  this man is too unpredictable to know for sure how he’d act, but generally speaking it could go either two ways: 1 - soonyoung would be filled with so much energy, beaming with happiness and just so much affection for you that you’d have a hard time knowing what he’d even be on about (lovingly), 2 - he’d turn into a stressed little guy that just wouldn’t be able to believe that he’s on a date with you??? you gorgeous creature said yes to go out with him??? no one pinch him, because if it’s still a dream he doesn’t want to wake up. this version of him would be quite quiet, but in a soonyoung way quiet

��stop!” you laughed, quickly looking back to see if hoshi was still running after you. 

and running he was. more like charging at you at full speed, to be honest, with a fake gun in his hand and devilish grin on his face. 

“you’re not going to get away this time!” he yelled back, getting closer to you with each step. and there was no way you’d outrun him, na-ah. 

“it’s not how you play this game,” you said and bursted out in a fit of laughter, as soonyoung wrapped his strong arms around your frame, engulfing you in a sweaty hug. 

“i don’t care,” he giggled, pulling you closer. “the game is over for me anyway, now that i’ve got you”. 

mingaho

place: painting class

what they would do to make you feel special: he’d be the best listener. i know that is the bare minimum, but at the same time the bare minimum is in hell so… yeah. you’ll never meet a better listener than hao, who could sit on the uncomfortable wooden chair, covered in paint and listen to you for ages

what they would be like taking you out: such a gentleman, to the point where you start wondering if it’s not a dream. gentle, funny, kind, understanding, charming - you could go on for forever trying to describe minghao. all of that said, though, hao would honestly be so so nervous, because come one… so many things could go wrong… and he seriously liked you. like really really liked you.

“how the hell did you manage to get your paints to look like that?” you pointed at hao’s palette that was full of pretty colours, unlike yours. unfortunately. 

“hm?” he mumbled and looked over at your station. you could see the smile forming on his gorgeous face, but since he was the textbook definition of a green flag, whatever you want to call it, he quickly composed himself and pointed at the paints in front of him. “just mix this and this.” 

“uh, yeah,” you huffed, “i did the same and mine looks like shit. literally.” 

this time he couldn’t help but laugh. “let me help, yeah?”

dino

place: a board game cafe

what they would do to make you feel special: he’d try his best to play all of your favorite board games, because one thing about chan - he sucks at understanding game rules (seriously, all of his brain cells would be sweating to understand the game). so it’d truly be heartwarming how this precious boy would try so hard to understand what would be going in front of him. 

what they would be like taking you out: stressed. and. nervous. as. fuck. he just doesn’t want to mess it up, okay? chan knows he’s handsome and pretty and funny and charming, BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER!!! all of his rational thinking flies out of the window whenever he’s around you, and “what were you saying, i was too busy staring at your beautiful eyes”. shakes like a leaf the whole time. 

you could clearly see a question mark forming above chan’s head, as you tried explaining the rules for the third time. usually, you’d be quite annoyed at the person for still not getting what you were saying, but he looked so adorable, with his big puppy eyes and all, that you had to stop yourself from cooing out loud. 

“i’m sorry,” chan said, looking down. “i’m just not the best at understanding games.” 

you leaned over the table and put your hand over his. his head whipped up so quickly you wondered whether he didn’t pull a muscle doing that. 

“it’s okay, channie,” you smiled at him. “we can play something else, y’know?” 

he shook his head, and scooted his chair to sit closer to you. “no, no. let’s try again. i promise i’ll get it this time”.

[livchvz]

a/n: my second Leon oneshot, i can't believe it 😭 I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

summary: After a friend sets up a dating app profile for Leon, he—still a bit hesitant—ends up meeting you. And maybe, just maybe, it makes him rethink the idea that being on this app isn't so bad after all. (I’m terrible at writing summaries, sorry!)

words : 2k (sorry)

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"You did what?" Leon raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, staring at his friend.

"Relax, I just gave your love life a little update," his friend replied, grinning, phone already unlocked. "Check this out. Your profile looks amazing. Seriously, I outdid myself."

Leon huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Dude, this is a terrible idea. Seriously. A dating app? You know what happens when my face starts showing up out there..."

"What do you think will happen? Terrorists will break into your apartment because you liked a girl who’s into cats and bad TV shows?" the friend shot back, laughing. "Don’t tell me you're super happy with your lonely routine of cleaning guns and eating frozen meals while watching the news?"

Leon narrowed his eyes. "First of all: I don’t watch the news. Second: you know my life isn’t that simple."

"Exactly why you deserve to laugh a little, go out, I don’t know… live a little?"

The friend turned the phone to show him the screen. The first picture was one Leon barely remembered taking — he was leaning against a car, leather jacket, distracted expression. The second showed a rare real smile, from some random afternoon they spent together at a bar.

"You used that one?" Leon pointed. "I’m smiling too much in it."

"Exactly. People need to know you’re almost friendly."

Leon shook his head, about to argue, when the friend suddenly said, excited:

"Look at that, you already got a like!"

"...What?"

"Someone liked your profile. Here, look." He slid the phone forward with a dramatic gesture.

Leon hesitated. He didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to be interested. But his eyes fell on the screen.

It was you.

Your profile picture showed a sweet smile, round cheeks, bright eyes. And the description… it was funny. You weren’t trying to impress — and maybe that’s why it already did.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at the screen.

"...She’s pretty," he said, mostly to himself.

"Mhm, and she seems nice. Don’t tell me it’s not worth at least a conversation?"

Leon bit the corner of his lip, thoughtful. "It’s just a conversation, right?"

"Exactly. A ‘hi’. Maybe a ‘how are you?’. Do you even remember how to flirt or should I type it for you too?"

Leon grabbed the phone from his friend’s hand, rolling his eyes — but the corner of his mouth betrayed a small smile.

"Alright. Just this once."

[...]

Days went by as your conversations with Leon developed. Talking to him was a little… different. The blonde was kind of cold in texts, didn’t always get your sense of humor, and sometimes took forever to reply. Still, he seemed like a decent guy and very respectful. You still remembered how hard you laughed when he told you how he made his dating profile.

After a week of chatting, you both decided to meet up, even though Leon was still a bit reluctant. The age difference wasn’t a problem for you — you always preferred older men. For him, though, it was still a little confusing. It wasn’t a huge gap, but it was still there.

The day came — at night — when Leon came to pick you up for the date. You saw him through your bedroom window, standing outside the car, taking a deep breath and talking to himself.

So cute.

He was wearing a white shirt under a blue blazer, dress pants, and his hair, as always, was perfect. As you walked outside, you saw him brushing off his clothes — he clearly didn’t know how to hide his nerves.

Leon seemed very different in person than in texts. Besides being a gentleman who kissed your hand, opened the car door, and complimented your outfit, he actually knew how to hold a conversation — even if he threw in a few awful dad jokes. He was taller than he looked in pictures, and definitely more muscular… honestly, he was hot.

Leon’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest — it was his first real date in years. You were beautiful, sweet, and smelled amazing… He knew he’d have to control himself not to kiss you right there in the car.

The way your breasts peeked out slightly from your dress neckline caught his attention — one wrong move and he’d be staring too much. You looked so delicate and sweet, so… perfect.

At the restaurant, his chivalry stayed the same. Your body shivered every time he spoke. That deep voice filled your ears, drowning out the other sounds of the place.

"So, are you in college?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah..." you laughed. "But probably not for long. I hate my major."

"Why? I thought you liked psychology." His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Leon’s large hand reached out to touch yours, covering it completely. His hand was big and slightly rough, but still comforting.

"I don’t know… I just don’t feel the same passion I used to, you know? Like, when you finally reach that childhood dream of working with something and then, after a while… it just doesn’t make sense anymore."

That hit Leon deeply. He knew exactly what you were feeling… he’d felt it too.

"Yeah… I know that feeling all too well."

[...]

"Oh my God, yes! It’s so crazy... like, some people really mistake kindness for flirting," you said, laughing, covering part of your face, a little embarrassed by how much fun you were having.

Leon chuckled too, that low, rough laugh that came straight from his chest. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, elbows on the table, glass forgotten beside him.

"I’m like... girl, I just helped you, okay? I don’t want you."

You burst into laughter. The way he said things, with a hint of sarcasm but never mean, made your stomach feel warm — it wasn’t just the laughs, it was his presence. His direct gaze, lips slightly parted as if always about to say something that’d make you smile. It was impossible not to feel at ease with him.

Conversations with Leon flowed with such delicious ease, so naturally, it felt like you’d known each other for much longer. You couldn’t even remember the last time you laughed so much on a first date — or when you allowed yourself to feel this comfortable with someone. Usually, you hated being touched during conversations; your personal space was sacred. But with him… it felt different.

Leon’s touch was almost hypnotic. He spoke calmly, sometimes pausing to listen to you, and in those moments, he let his fingertips lightly caress your hand. He did it like it was automatic, intimate without being invasive — like he had memorized your skin’s rhythm. And you loved it. Loved it so much that when he stopped, you missed it.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, voice soft, eyes watching yours.

"A little… but I don’t want this to end yet," you admitted, looking down for a second, feeling your cheeks warm. You meant it.

Leon gave a slow, shy smile. He glanced around, calculating time, the hour, the distance.

"It’s getting late. I can take you home, if you want. I don’t want you walking alone."

You hesitated for a second. Not out of fear — you just didn’t want the moment to end. But he was looking at you like that — kind, protective, no pressure. Just him being… him.

"You’re gonna drop me off and then disappear from the app, huh?" you teased, half-joking but also testing him.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "If I disappear, will you miss me?"

You looked away, smiling to yourself. "Maybe."

He stood up, offering his hand, and you took it without thinking much — his fingers closed around yours with both firmness and gentleness, the kind of touch that made you forget the world outside existed.

The walk to the car was calm, sidewalks quiet under the yellow glow of the streetlights. He opened the door for you, and for a moment, when you sat down, the scene didn’t feel like an ending — but the start of something.

On the drive to your house, the conversation continued — softer, more intimate. You talked about little things, shared interests, bad movies from childhood, what you both hated about Sunday nights. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally resting on your thigh, touching your exposed skin lightly — and that small gesture made your heart skip.

When he parked in front of your house, he turned off the engine but didn’t rush to say goodbye. He just stayed there, turned toward you, eyes locked on yours.

"Thank you for tonight, really," you said, voice softer than you expected.

Leon tilted his head slightly. "I think… it’s been a while since I felt this way. Light. It was good."

"It was great," you corrected, smiling.

And for a moment, silence fell — that kind of silence full of unsaid things.

You hesitated at the door handle but turned to him again.

"You’re gonna text me, right?"

"I will," he promised — and you believed him.

You meant to get out of the car, go into your house, and freak out like any normal girl would after a date with a hot guy, but your body wouldn’t move.

You let go of the handle and sat back, looking at him, noticing how his blue eyes looked even more intense.

"I was gonna leave, but…" you laughed nervously, "I don’t know… I can’t."

"Good. I was already regretting not kissing you before you left," he said, smiling softly.

He leaned his head back against the seat, glancing between your eyes and lips. You mimicked his posture, resting your head back too.

"So you do want to kiss me?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, the sound tickling your stomach.

A silence filled the space before the blonde leaned closer, inch by inch, until his lips met yours.

Leon’s lips moved with gentle hunger, savoring yours. His tongue danced with yours in a slow rhythm, making the car feel warmer by the second.

A moan escaped your throat when his fingertips touched your thigh again — this time moving up and down against your soft skin.

Hearing your moan, feeling the vibration of your voice in his lips, made his pants tighter — his cock growing harder, craving your wet, warm touch. You ran your fingers through his platinum hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from Leon. His fingers pushed your dress up until they reached the spot he wanted most, brushing against your damp panties.

His touch made you shiver. Breathless, you pulled away, but your faces stayed close. Heavy breathing, flushed skin, lingering tension… you wanted more. A lot more.

Without thinking too much, your small hand found his cock over his pants, squeezing gently and feeling his size, drawing a sharp inhale from Leon who shut his eyes, gripping your thigh harder.

So many years without a touch that wasn’t his own, so much time craving a moment like this — he just wanted to rip that dress off and fuck you until you forgot your own name. Feel your warm pussy swallowing him, squeeze and suck your tits while you rode him hard...

But this was your first date. And he wanted a second one. He knew that if you had sex now, there was a chance it wouldn’t happen.

"Baby… wait," he said, pulling your hand away, opening his eyes. "How about we save that for another day, hmm?"

"You don’t want to?" you asked, hesitant.

He chuckled, kissing your neck.

"Oh honey… if you only knew what I really want to do to you right now… but I think we should wait for a second date. What do you think?"

You felt his tongue teasing your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made your head spin.

"I think that’d be good…"

"Yeah?" he smiled. "I promise, next time, you’ll get to touch me as much as you want. But now, you need to rest."

You kissed a few more times before saying goodnight and finally getting out of the car.

Damn… you wanted him so badly.

[nanaslutt]

Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, established relationship, dry humping, clit rubbing (through clothes), dirty talk, corruption kink, fluff, crack, size kink if you squint, praise at the end from gojo, gojo is head over heals for reader, gojo cums in his pants<3

MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

[motthe]

more young silco 🙏 still with the high energy reader like the last one but make them smooch 😈 if you don't mind gender neutral terms 🙏

not a lot of chaotic energy in this one but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!!

You and your scouts should’ve been back an hour ago. It was a short, simple mission to grab some information and get out without no one knowing any better.

Felicia had wanted to lead, but her belly had begun to swell and with it everyone’s worries. You’d stepped up before anyone could argue.

“Quit pacing. You’re wearing my floors down,” Vander called, no better with his nerves. He’d been drying the same glass for the last ten minutes. That and the bar was closed.

The Last Drop was rarely closed.

“They’re late,” Silco spat, long strands of his hair coming loose from his bun as his hand passed over his head. “Something’s wrong.”

“Give it time.” Vander eyed the door, waiting for someone to walk in with news. “Might just be held up.”

Silco sat with a huff, weighing the tension of his temples into cool-tipped fingers. “I should have gone.”

Before Vander could respond, the bar doors slammed open. Two of your men had your arms slung over their shoulders, carrying you in

“What happened?” Silco called as Vander cleared the bar top. You were dropped there, face twisted in pain.

“Just a leg injury. I’m fine.” Each syllable was ground through your teeth.

“They baited the guards so we could escape,” one of the scouts explained.

“I made it back to the meeting point, didn’t I?” you grumbled before your head jerked up. Vander shredded the pants over your injury, ripping them off to reveal the damage.

“Gonna need stitches,” he said, pulling the rag he’d been using for the clean glasses from his shoulder. You didn’t get a warning as he shoved it into your mouth. “Bite that. You lot, hold them down.”

The scouts were on your legs, which left Silco to grab your arms. Your nostrils flared as your eyes met, looking about as pissed as a cat after a dunk into the toxic lake.

“I’ll lecture you later,” he said as he heard a bottle uncork. His grip tightened over your wrists as he weighed you down, getting close to your face so he encompassed your vision. “Keep your eyes on me, pet.”

The moment the disinfectant hit your leg, your eyes ripped wide. Everyone strained as you thrashed, Silco most of all as you tried to buck up and pull away. Expletives filled the room—all from the ones over you since you were screaming through the gag.

By the time you stopped fighting and Vander finished, all of them were exhausted.

“Too fuckin’ strong,” Vander sighed, tying off the bandage. “That’s why you get into to so much trouble.”

He pulled the gag from your lips and you spat to your right, eyes dull. “I’ll get you back for that shit. That hurt.”

“Then stop gettin’ injured.”

“Leave lecture to Silco, yeah?” you scoffed.

“Still biting,” he chuckled, waving a hand to the scouts. “C’mon, lads. Let’s hear that information over some of the good stuff, aye?”

Their shoulders collapsed in relief. You just sighed, Silco’s hand going to your back to help you sit up and slide off onto your good leg.

“That doesn’t include you,” he said, low. “I’m taking you home.”

“Ever the gentleman, Sil.” You made a sound that had his heart wincing as you fell into his side. “Yeah…home sounds nice.”

Out in the rot-tinged air, you’re quiet and tame. Everything that you aren’t.

“Speak your mind,” he said when the silence began to drowned him. “Talk to me.”

You shook your head. “Just tired.”

“I’ve seen you tired,” he hummed, his arm tightening around your waist. “You become delirious, not thoughtful.”

“Maybe I’m thinking deliriously,” you grumbled. The two of you walked another block, tense despite being so close. He was used to you melting into him when he allowed his space to be encroached upon. The warmth of your body against his felt so distant.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he admitted, “but it’s just me, pet.”

Your face fell, eyes screwing shut. He feared your pain had come back for a vengeance before you sniffed and brought your hand up to wipe at your eyes.

In the years Silco has known you, he rarely ever saw you cry and now it was twice in his one day. All he could think to do was draw you into his arms, cradling your head into his neck as you sobbed quietly. Your home was just around the corner, but he couldn’t find it in himself to drag you there like this.

“Sorry,” you choked out.

“Don’t start that,” he said, shaking his head when you pulled yours back, avoiding his eyes. “You never need apologize. Not over something like this.”

“I am, though, for worrying you,” you whispered, limping along until you two finally made it to your door. “Should’ve been more careful.”

“You made it back alive. That’s all I ask.”

“I almost didn’t.”

He met your gaze, eyes rimmed pink as he led you inside. The two of you sunk into your couch.

“Tell me.”

“I got the guards split up,” you explained, head back on his shoulder, “thought I was in the clear and one clipped me, caught up. Had all of a second when he pointed that gun at me. Thought that was it.”

“You were scared,” he stated. “It’s natural.”

“I was,” you agreed, “but that’s not why I’m upset.”

He didn’t push you. He merely kept to your side, the arm still wrapped around you rubbing your side.

“I waited for that bullet,” you whispered, hoarse, “and the only thing I thought about was you when it went off. Bastard ran out of ammo, and I realized how tired I am of dancing around. I’m not subtle, but I wasn’t about to die before…”

You sighed and sat up, groaning as you grabbed your leg.

“Easy,” he said losing all breath as your hands went to his face, cupping his jaw.

“I love you,” you said. “I didn’t wanna go anywhere before I told you that, at least.”

He knew. He’d doubted it since the moment you begun showing interest, but he was more than aware of his own feelings. Love could be so fickle—he saw the end of it, the mess, the newness. He convinced himself the love of his friends was all he’d ever need. Having you someway in his life was all he wanted.

“It won’t change anything,” you promised, hands falling as you turned in on yourself. “You don’t have to say—“

A puff of a laugh strayed from his lips before his pulled you back by your waist, his free hand locking your head in place as he pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate to return the sentiment, hands falling over his back—melding as close as you could without moving your leg.

When he withdrew, you chased. He pecked your lips once, chuckling when you mumbled his name, almost a whine.

“I adore you, pet,” he whispered, “never doubt that.”

[r0-boat]

Hello there! Can i request a Lycaon nsfw with a fem neko reader?

if its not too much trouble, maybe like a slight prey/predictor with some biting??

Von Lycaon Headcannons with a Cat Thiren!S/O

Von Lycaon x Fem!Reader. Hi I went a little crazy...

Cw: Nsfw, biting, size kink, knotting, heats/Rutts, predator/prey, breeding.

You're so small. So tiny and cute, Lycaon always catches himself staring at you, and he must desperately pull himself away. But this is normal. It is usual for Von Lycaon to be so enamored with you that he's practically attached to you by the hip. However, recently, it's been different. Some kind of scent clinging to you makes him drool; it's sweet yet savory, faint yet strong. When it hits his nose, he gets dizzy and wants more. He could feel himself beginning to salivate at the delectable scent, which he had to stop himself from doing. He can't be drooling on the job or in front of you.

The urges bubbling up inside him are beginning to scare him. The images of your tail wrapping around his hand as he pulls your body into him, His big hand gently petting your small ear before choking you while he makes you scream on his cock. Making you mew and cry out when he sinks his teeth into your body is as clear as crystal.

He's always had thoughts about having you underneath him, like any man would. But this wasn't just sexual desire. It was more than that something primal and deep, something that turned him into more of an animal. He's always taken pride in self-control but now, every time he looks at you, he wants to throw it all away.

He understands now; He has been on his own suppressants for as long as he can remember; maybe that's why he's having such a primal reaction to your scent. He was so careless to avoid you. He's still holding back even now as you knew and beg him to touch you, fuck you. This tail is wagging, and he's drooling, but he's still gentle as he asks you if you're sure. You just want his knot inside you, and you command him to claim you. "As you wish," He growls as he takes you into the sheets, grabbing you full force to manhandle your body. Fully letting go of all restraint.

He feels terrible for trying to avoid you, But he feels like that. He's almost at his limit, And he is scared of what he might do to you if he slips even once. But you had other plans, feeling the heat in your core bubble over. You needed him more than ever since your first heat is in forever. It's going to hit you like a truck, and you need him.

Sure, the two of you had sex before, but this was different. Von Lycaon was always a gentleman in and out of bed making sure to treat you like glass. Which you loved however, this is not what you needed. Every Thiren knows that heat/rut sex is very different from the regular thing.

His big hands grab at your wrists; His red eyes glaze down at you like a piece of steak. You could hardly even recognize him in this desperate and feral state, and you loved it.

He has full control over your body, moving you like a rag doll until his naked hips are against yours. His hard monstrous cock is ready to penetrate you with force. You're already so wet from your heat. He doesn't need to prep you. Part of him doesn't even want to.

Your tiny cunt squeezes around his massive knotted cock as you hear him pant incoherent words, "Fill you up." "Mine." "So perfect." He growls about his big knot filling you up as he digs his teeth into your shoulder, his claws digging into your hips as he forces you deeper, causing you to take his knot.

Feeling you milk his cock with every vise grip squeeze your calm coating his cock; von Lycaon howls as you feel spurt after spurt of pent-up cum.

He's still coming even after the two of you finish. Who knows how long he needed this? Even as you lay there, Your heat satisfied, for now, he's not done his knot deflates, but his cock is still hard. He holds you close to his chest, letting out a whimper as he mutters in your ear, "I-I feel it... My rut, why is it here? "

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Review Time : Fluffy Treatment

Note: This is my personal take to Zayne's most recent memory. Noting has been confirmed by Infold, so this is just full delulu mode as I dive in to Fluffy Treatment. Spoiler Alert for those who hasn't seen the memory yet.

Infold is really giving Zayne girlies the stablish relationship vibe with Zayne. And the fact that MC again reciprocates Zayne's affection is definitely win for me.

Once again, MC willingly volunteers herself to take care of Zayne and honestly, they become more playful with each other. The stiff and aloof Zayne has becoming more and more accustomed to banters and jokes. He even openly teases MC referring to the whole box of chocolate she ate at his place.

And speaking of her place, remember that pajama set she bought for Zayne in Cozy Afternoon? he is wearing them again at his home. Come to think of it, only Zayne have a pajama set.

And about sleeping and napping, they were sleeping on the same bed/couch again. There is no stopping them being so cozy around each other. Let's also note that feeling each other's warmth is making them relax and sleepy. At the ending of the Fluffy Treatment, lets take in the fact the even if the are both half asleep they are taking care of each other. Zayne is such a gentleman covering them up because the blanket slip on the side.

Zayne is also being territorial with MC (Note: Territorial not Jealous because he knows she belongs to him), he was never rude and he still let her choose what she wanted to do. This was shown when MC wanted to enter the Pet Café. Even though he was clearly upset by wanting to pet another cat, he still doesn't force MC to do what he wants.

When MC reluctantly leave the Pet Café, Zayne wants to make up to her by dressing up as a butler without 2nd thought so MC can both have a Cat and a Butler. This is another heart warming event of them compromising to ensure no hard or ill feelings between them. If they couldn't do one thing, they will surely find a way around it.

Zayne also shows how submissive he is to MC, he did not put a hat when she stops him, he comes with her at the mall even though he is really anxious in going out, he let's her take care of him and most importantly, the way he knelt down to returns MC's shoes. I take this act as a complete surrender.

I have 2 favorite part of this memory. - First, is when he sniff MC a few time and confirms that he have his scent on her and saying "You're all mine!" Gosh it's so hot I almost peed my pants. And after claiming her as his, his tail wraps around her waits. I did a little research and found out that when a cat "Tail Wrapped Around You: Touching you with the tail or wrapping it around you is one way your furry friend expresses affection, relaxation, and love." I lost it! Zayne really is in love with MC and he is saying it by doing thing more than word can say. Oh my gosh, I can't tell you how much I swoon at this. He is friggin hot!!! - 2nd is when he bites and lick MC's finger and tell her that it was his way in showing affection and then!!! MC reciprocates his affection by rubbing his cheeks. His reaction is so overwhelming. We have to remember that he is a cat at that time and his senses are heighted. Try to imagine how Euphotic he must have felt when she rubs his cheeks. His facial expressions is sensational. It seems like his eyes are rolling back.

Once again, Zayne and MC shows us what being equally in love is. It was always give and take for them. Always compromising and always so affectionate towards each other.

Zayne and MC becomes a safe haven for me. They give me happiness. I just hope that in their future memory, we will get to see them lounging in together in the Kindled moments.

[velvetchoso]

LUST FOR BLOOD - Choso Kamo

Summary: with Choso being a vampire, his senses are quite keen and he's able to detect even the slightest of changes in the air- and he can tell by your sweet scent that you're on your period, and he wants to get a taste of you. (Inspired by my blurb of vampire!choso)

w/c: 1,8k

Warnings: vampire!choso, human!reader, blood(period blood), cunnilingus, oral(f!receiving), light fingering, pussydrunk and needy choso (he's shameless just for you), light talk of killing(none in the story)

There's a new smell lingering around Choso's shared apartment, and it's one he recognizes very well. It makes itself known and present, and Choso's nose perks up whenever it floods his senses a little too much. Not like the man is complaining- he loves it so much, especially because you're the reason for it. It makes his ears point up, more than they were before as they shape themselves, and his nails ever so slightly make themselves present by instinct. You're on you're period, and it makes you, oh so delectable but dangerous at the same time. For him, a curse and a blessing.

And like the good boyfriend he is, does everything he can to prepare for you. He finds a heating pad to warm up before you get home from work, and he made sure to restock on all your favorite snacks and chocolates he knows you love. He fluffs the pillows on the couch and gathers random blankets from around the place to make a makeshift nest for you- he wants only the utmost comfort for his darling.

Walking through the door, drained and exhausted from the dreadful and long day you had just gone through, your frown fades when you see Choso with the purest smile on his face awaiting your arrival home.

"Hi baby! I've been waiting for you all day~ let me take your shoes off-" in small protests, he still manages to grab your ankle because you couldn't exactly scoot away from his quick hands before he had you in his hold, pawing at your foot and taking both your shoes off like the gentleman he is. He instructs you to put your stuff down, and with a yelp you're being picked up into his arms bridal style, and put gently on the couch where you let yourself dip into the deep cushions of the couch, and Choso helps you take your clothing off to replace it with matching pajamas.

"mm- thank you Cho, love you s'much" you mumble sleepily, so much so it's almost a whisper, but luckily he can hear every sound you make as long as your heart is still beating, and it's beating quite loud to him.

"you're welcome, my darling." He says quietly as he plants a kiss on your forehead, and his hands travel down to rub your stomach, nudging his face against yours like a needy cat.

After a while of dozing off into light sleep and a movie or two later, you awoke to Choso beside you cuddled up, blanket up to his chin. He feels you stir awake and you lock eyes; He has a lazy grin on his face, and leans in to kiss you. His large hands cup your cheek softly, and you relax in his embrace, letting him lead. As it starts to pick up, now needy and teeth sometimes getting in the way, Choso spends no time letting you breathe and instead devouring you whole. Tongue deseperatly slipping into your mouth, he sucks a little before nibbling on your lip- messy as he dives in even harder and has you manuvering to be underneath him. You pull away panting heavily for air, cheeks dusted pink and heating up as he puts you in a lustful daze.

You miss his presence on your lips already, adjusting yourself beneath him and feeling his erection as you accidentally arch yourself into him. You gasp at the sudden friction, and he's panting at the sensation of just the slight graze of your warmth against his. The scent of you had him on edge the whole time you had been by his side- he had learned to resist such urges and could control it of course, but it didn't mean you didn't tempt the man- if you really wanted, he'd beg on his knees for you.

He kisses your cheek before hinting at wanting to take your shirt off, looking at you as you nod in approval. Feeling the rush of cold air causes you a slightly unpleasant shiver down your spine, but his hands find purpose on your hips and suddenly you've forgotten about such little mishaps. He runs them up and down your sides as a way to comfort you into relaxation before leaning down to kiss the place between your breasts, kneading at your soft skin as he can't get his fill.

You whine at the sensation of both his cold natured hands and teasing nips at the top of your chest, not fully sucking to place a tender bruise just yet. He leads his kisses up instead of down, finding the sweet spots he knows you love, collarbone and up, his hand cradling the back of your neck to keep you up and in place for him to continue his ministrations. Now you're moaning and squirming in his hardly dominant grasp, and he sneakily unbuttons your bra with one hand- something he learned to do quite quickly after a couple tries.

Now revealed to him, he shamelessly runs his tongue to your nipple and sucks it into his mouth while looking at you with such lovesick eyes you might cum on the spot.

"mmphh- fuck, Cho, feels s'good" One hand entangling itself in his black hair, he moans at the strong grip you take and latches off of you. His long fingers travel down to your waistband, teasing as he takes them off you with no rush, eager to see what's below. But the man stops as your hand lands on his chest in protest, brows furrowed and eyes wandering awkwardly away from his.

"Darling?" he questions, taking the hand you had on his chest in his instead, interlocking fingers. "What's wrong?"

"M'on my period Cho- we can't do anything.." You start to mumble off in embarassment at the fact you think you'd dissapoint him, even though you know you never could. Amused at your statment, Choso always has to remind you of what exactly he is.

"Darling- im a vampire- please, let me feed off you?" The solid realization of it all hits you again, but he had never done anything like this to you yet.

"does- does it even taste good?" uncertainty in your voice at his claims, you're certaintly not all against the idea.

"Oh- you have no idea darling, i've been obsessed with you all evening. I usually am- but i need a taste of you, please" he reassures as his hands temper with the waistband again and you're suddenly back into the moment, heart racing even faster and he can hear how loud its thumping in your chest, internally reminding himself how cute you are.

"Okay Cho- go'head"

After you say those words, all self respect is out the window for him, knees on the floor and swiftly stripping you of your pants and teasing your clit through your underwear and pad with the colder sensation against your warmth, he can sense how wet you've already gotten for him- your arousal easy to grasp. Grabbing a towel nearby, he places it on the floor where he had sat himself, as you're still posed on the couch. Your legs giving him open access, he starts to take your underwear off, and you habitually close your legs at the action.

Your arousal peaks all his senses and his eyes are staring bullets into your cunt before scooting up and taking your legs in his hand, making sure you won't squirm away from him. Feeling his breath fanning your cunt makes you tighten and earns a whimper from his throat at such a sight as he licks a stripe down your bloodied slit.

He relishes in it more than anything he ever has- all those animals he's ever feasted from before, the humans from his older ages- you're nothing compared to those lackluster survival tactics. You're an absolute feast, and he knows he'll never let you go after this- his goddamn lifeline. He could do this forever, oh, just thinking about it gives Choso an even harder hard on.. how is it even possible at this point? He can feel himself throbbing in his pants, pre-cum leaking, red, sensitive, and heavily turned on as he grinds himself onto the couch. Though that's the only time he thinks about himself because he's too focused on the mess between your legs to care about his own problems.

He laps at you like a puppy, deseperate and deprived- he's nasty with it, wiggling his tongue in every crevice as your hands tighten to an iron grip of the buns in his hair, which you couldn't even call buns anymore because you had basically untied them from their hold.

His thumbs prod at the sides of your cunt and open you up for him in all your glory, sticking his warm tongue into your hole, making you grind on him desperately for more. In and out, in and out, you can feel the wet organ slipping against your walls and touching every sensitive spot they can find, shoving his face so deep into your cunt he even reaches your g-spot, crying out moans that were such honey to his ears, it only made him strive to keep going and tear more out of you.

Struggling to keep yourself together at his horny onslaught, your legs started to shake with warnings of an oncoming orgasm, and he kept up, you're blood landing itself on his tongue, fresh and sweeter than anything he had ever tasted- his new desert was being served on a silver pallet.

Pussy-drunk and pleasuring you as he hit more spots inside you that you didn't even know existed had you screaming out his name as if you were pleading- "Cho- oh fuck nngh, Choso! oh my fuck, fuck, fuck- mmp- ah!" he loved hearing every little sound he stripped from your throat, you could almost feel how raw it would be in the morning. Making you come with a guttural moan from both parties, your legs threatened to close around his head, and it warmed his cheeks both at the pressure and how much he enjoyed your attempts to crush him. His dick twitching at it, he knows he came in his pants, and he came a lot.

Tongue slithering out of your hole, he rubbed your clit gently, knowing it hadn't gotten any attention, and brought his mouth to gently suckle on the sensitive nub. You're legs were up in the air again with a yelp, his fingers finding their way into your slightly loosened hole now, making so that there was no pain, and only pleasure for you.

"hah!- Cho- just came baby-"

"mm.. m'sorry darling- need more- needed you, god I love you so much"

After that evening of a couple more rounds and many instances of you watching Choso lick his bloodied hands clean, you still didn't know whether to find it hot or unsettling that it was your blood after all- but it all went out the window as Choso wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest in the comfort of your shared bed. Messy hair, tangled and elastics forgotten about, hardly any clothes on, you both were exhausted yet fulfilled from the night you had certainly had, and for once, Choso could say his appetite had been quenched- and so had yours (for now).

@VELVETCHOSO

[urgardenandmine]

good little boy ❆ [the prequel] - s. park

summary: park sunghoon had some dirty ideas brewing as he couldn't keep his eyes off you ⚠️‼️WARNING: kinda racy and not as dirty as last time BUT it still gets a little...sticky⚠️‼️ genre: dirty and STEAMY (NSFW) pairing: m!reader x park sunghoon word count: 1.6K part one here!

he began to wonder how he got himself in this position.

metaphorically speaking.

literally, he was now slightly tugging on his new rock hard pole in the goddamn university restrooms. he being sunghoon. 

and all this started from a stupid dare between friend groups.

it was simple autumn day, where he and his snobby friends had been in the study area at school when he had laid eyes on you. you were dressed in a simple outfit, nothing flashy since who cares what you wear in school?* you had thrown on a small cat eared beanie since your hair had been a mess, as well as a baggy graphic sweater and some ripped black jeans. it radiated cute street style, which caught his eye. it being the beginning of the semester, sunghoon had made a small compliment on your outfit in his head, thinking it was nice and hadn’t made any other thoughts regarding that.

then the next day came, and he saw you again, this time in a simple casual outfit.

then the next next day.

and the day after that.

it had become apparent to his friends that sunghoon wasn’t looking at your outfits, but the person in them. looking was an understatement. he was piercing through the fabric you wore and slowly stripping you down to your bareskin. he had taken in every marking on your body that wasn’t covered, such as your face and hands. he imagined how they would feel on his own skin, scratching his back and leaving marks on him. as his eyes had been glued onto you, his friends had noticed what he was looking at. his friend group were the kids everyone avoided due to status, all being legacies. with being legacies, they had some type of inflated sense of self. though they were snobs, they didn’t care what each other was into. whether it be man, woman, or a bunch of like checks to pay off student loans, as long as they were happy, who cared?

sadly, sunghoon did…

though the university wasn’t prestigious, sunghoon himself came from a well off family. his father had been a neurosurgeon, while his mother was a cardiothoracic surgeon. being a part of a very medical family, he had taken the obvious path. it being an obvious given, being part of the medical community, doing all his pre-requisites and what not, he had immense stress and needed a stress reliever.

that reliever now being a bottle of lube, his pants and underwear thrown on the shaggy carpeted floor and his shirt riled up to where his clavicles were. his weapon of choice?

a clear fleshlight and a video he found when he was a freshman in college.

with the door locked, no one home due to the long grueling hours they worked, sunghoon could do whatever he wanted. he could groan as loud as he could, leave the door open and just whack it till he was a whimpering mess. though, being a gentleman, he had laid down a towel that he was now laying on with the door locked and closed (out of habit) and some music playing. 

sunghoon had reached over to his night stand, grabbing the bottle of slick silicone lube and had dabbed a small droplet onto his soft member. he could feel it slowly drip down to his perineum, as he tossed the now closed bottle onto the side of him as he ran a veined hand down to his crotch. smearing the lube all over himself, he let out a soft grunt as he could feel the cooling viscous liquid now on his slowly peaking appendage. as his thumb tapped his screen, he began to gaze at his phone and watched his beloved video.

now rubbing his half hardened member, he could feel his tip begin to leak from how pent up he was. he groaned softly, seeing the two guys in the video get it on. sunghoon bit his bottom lip, looking at the sight below as his dick glistened from the led lights and the slick lube. he chuckled, thinking how no one could resist him. as he continued to watch the video, he felt a certain…disinterest. 

as he stared at the video, he felt almost nothing. groaning in annoyance, he had then grabbed his trusted fleshlight and tossed his phone to the side, the video playing right in his ear as he had already memorized every part of it. he spat on the opening. he had remembered his first time buying it. the toy being the “rear” entrance, he remembers the many comments from his friends. they had thought he had been into the more male genre, yet he had put a funny spin on it, saying he just enjoyed both holes a girl had to offer. 

slowly slipping a sticky finger into the opening, sunghoon smiled as this would for sure get him excited. as he began to warm up the entrance with his finger, he then grabbed the bottle of lube and slowly poured some into the hole. as he did, he then slowly dragged his hand up and down his abs, while the other hand had then rubbed the plastic hole on his veiny cock. now using his other hand to position his tip with the opening, he slowly slid it down. letting out a soft mewl, he then slowly began to pump his arising dick once more. closing his eyes as he did so, he groaned softly, listening to the video as one hand ran up and down his abs, while the other pumped his cock till he was hard…

which was never.

slowly taking his dick out the toy with a small “pop,” sunghoon groaned as he looked down and saw his crotch a slick mess with a flaccid eggplant. he began to get frustrated, not understanding why he was basically soft when he was trying to get hard as a rock and shoot like a geyser. this usually worked as well, yet today was off. being now flaccid again, sunghoon groaned as he grabbed his phone, his grip a bit unsteady as his hand felt like it was made of slime. 

staring at his popcorn ceiling, a small thought of a rumor had circulated. he had heard of a small rumor circulating around school where a student had slept with a TA. along with that, he had small theories that the student was you. finally caving in, he had then picked up his phone and soon scrolled through the messages with his other friend, jihwan. as he reached the video, he gulped as he realized what he was doing. he was going to watch a video of someone he knew. 

clicking on the video, he had seen the beginning of the video. as the video played, the phone was filming through the crack of a small wooden door. as it zoomed in, it was clearly the room of someone’s dorm. in the video was the clear view of someone under another with their legs wrapped around their waist. the audio was crystal clear, hearing the sound of soft, gentle moans being led from one’s mouth. sunghoon gulped, waiting for the video to actually show you. as the videographer zoomed in, the bottom’s head had turned to the side, facing the crack at the door yet unaware. as sunghoon eyes widened, he took a small gulp as he watched the video intently. his hand snaked down to his now rising cock, as his suspicions were proven correct. 

the one in the video was none other than the special little [y/n]. 

sunghoon unknowingly began to stroke his cock rapidly, biting his bottom lip as he began to let out small moans. he began to thrust into his hand, feeling himself now enjoying his usual jerk-off session. his eyes were glued to your face, seeing you pant and exclaim in ecstasy as the man above you had dug himself deep into your guts. grunting, sunghoon began to fuck his veined hand, imagining himself deep inside you.

“oh, fuck~, baby…” sunghoon moaned out, closing his eyes as he felt his climax well…climaxing. soon picking up the pace, sunghoon let out a deep growl, his tip spurting his baby batter all over himself and some shooting in the air to land on his stomach. hiss mind began to turn, marking this the fastest he had ever came just from tugging on his dick. panting, sunghoon set his phone down and looked at the scene below him, chuckling as he then threw his head back. 

“[y/n]...” sunghoon whispered, smirking at the idea of you now flooding his head. along with ideas of what to do to you.

the following day, sunghoon had been eyeing you as you sat across from him in the library. you had no homework to do whatsoever, not even needing to study. you just enjoyed the smell of some books and how you could sit in a bean bag chair while reading a good book. sunghoon, seated in a wooden chair, began to sit back in it as he scanned your body language. you were somewhat reserved, tucking in your legs while people moved passed you yet they had enough room. you also had some earbuds in, showing to sunghoon that music seemed to be something that you enjoyed a lot or it helped you tune out the world around you. 

his brown eyes practically stuck on you, you felt a look from afar. turning your head, you had seen sunghoon gawking at you, as he bit the end of his pencil. seeing him now have your attention, sunghoon chuckled and winked at you.

he had an idea brewing and you just happened to fall in his trap. 

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this was supposed to be a simple part two to the first part but i am making it a nasty lil' three parter

hope this one was good for y'all kinky bunnies! i know i slacked on it for a while but life happens :p

this story kinda focuses on sunghoon and his bedroom solo shenanigans but trust, part three will be a team effort ;)

[secretlyazombi3]

Setting Up a Christmas Tree .ᐟ⋆.˚

 leon kennedy x gn! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  2k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ SFW, fluff, 2nd person, gender neutral reader, re4r!leon, younger reader, (also you guys have cats ^_^)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: you and leon buy and set up a christmas tree yay >_<

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Leon took careful steps out of his new Jeep (which, somehow, had not been in a crash yet) and moved with intent to make sure he wouldn’t slip on the ice beneath him. He walked over to open the car door for you like a true gentleman.

“Thanks-” you said as you took a step out the car, you paused as you felt your foot begin to slide on ice.

“Woah, careful, babe.” Leon warned, placing his hands on your hips to keep you steady as you held onto the car and tapered out. “You alright?” he asked. 

“Yeah, only a little embarrassed..” you replied as you treaded out onto the snow.

“Well, I’m sure feeling a bit embarrassed would be better than being in pain from slipping on ice and falling onto your ass, right?” Leon responded, a hint of a teasing tone laced in his voice as he took your hand. 

“Yeah, I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly. You suddenly became incredibly aware of how cold it was outside. You felt the icy, crisp around you and felt the wind brush by ever so often. 

The sun was gone, disappeared behind a blanket of light gray clouds, as if it had also gotten too icy to be out. A sprinkling of small snowflakes trickled from the sky and twirled in the wind like little dancers. 

Part of you just wanted to just find a tree as soon as possible and go back home with Leon so you wouldn’t just be standing here in a tall duvet of pearly white snow, which was wetting the bottom of your pants.

You trudged through the snow, smiling ever so slightly when you heard the satisfying crunch of the snow under your feet with each step forward you took towards the row of Christmas trees. 

Another gush of wind blew by, pushing some of the light snow on the ground into the air, making you shiver from the freezing temperatures. 

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” Leon asked quietly as he gently squeezed your hand. You could see his breath in the chilly air.

“Take my jacket.” Leon suggested as he began to pull off his winter coat. 

“No, Leon, keep your jacket on-” You tried to protest but Leon handed you his coat anyways, giving you a weary look. 

“You’re shivering, babe… Just take the jacket, I don’t want you to get sick.” Leon said. 

You looked down at the jacket, then back up at Leon. “But then you’ll get cold…” you retorted. 

“Me? Come on. You know my line of work, if I could survive all that shit I’m sure I’m capable of surviving a little windchill.” You nodded a bit and reluctantly wrapped the jacket around you, which protected you a bit better from the wind. You knew Leon wasn’t going to let you reject his offer, so you gave in easily. Leon walked towards one tree he randomly picked out, he grabbed onto one of the branches with two fingers and twisted it, which caused a bit of pine to fall off the tree and get lost in the sea of snow. 

“Do you like this tree? It’s a good height…” Leon asked as he turned to you.

You looked the tree up and down, it was missing a few branches in a few places. You stayed quiet for a second before replying.

“Eh… not really. It just doesn’t speak to me, you know?” 

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Speak to you…?” “It’s just not that pretty or unique.” “They’re trees, they all look the same…” Leon mumbled. He didn’t really understand your thinking, but he’d let you pick out the tree as long as it made you happy. 

You walked down the rows of trees, looking for a tree you liked that was also a good height. Leon just followed behind you like a lost puppy, letting you take the lead, he trusted your judgement more. 

“I think I like this one.” You said once you finally found a tree that actually looked pretty.

“Yeah?” Leon asked, putting his arm around you. He looked at the tree - all the trees looked the same to him, but if you liked it, he did too. And he wanted to get out of the freezing cold as much as you did.

You nodded your head and smiled as you looked at the tree. It was super pretty, it’d look great in your home. 

“Alright, then. I’ll get someone to chop down the tree.” Leon said, walking away from you for a moment. 

The tree had to be chopped down, obviously, and the quickest way was with a chainsaw. Leon tensed a bit, the sound of the chainsaw blades whirring was definitely reminding him of some unpleasant memories… 

“You’ve got snow in your hair.” You teased as you smiled at Leon, which grounded him back to reality. He truly hated thinking about Spain. He pushed aside those memories of the past and just… focused on you instead. 

You headed inside to pay, the warm air immediately slammed you the second you opened the door. Leon paid, of course, and you were reluctant to leave the comfort of the cozy little building.

You rushed inside Leon’s car. The tree had been strapped to the top of the car by the employees, Leon still checked to make sure it was on there sturdy.

You were trembling in the passenger’s seat of Leon’s car. The inside of the car was barely warmer than the outside, but a small improvement was still an improvement. 

Leon got into the driver’s seat and turned the car on before placing his hand on your thigh and gripping it lightly. When you glanced over at him, you noticed his nose, cheeks and ears had turned pink from the snowy weather outside. He looked so cute…

“You ready to go home?” He asked. 

“Mhm..” You replied. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You were relieved when you got home and managed to escape the frigidness of the outside world. You turned the heater on all the way nearly the second you stepped inside. 

Your pet cats were scattered across the home, resting under blankets and on beds in an attempt to also escape the chilliness, but one did greet you at the door. 

Leon had insisted on bringing the tree in himself. He didn’t want you to have to do any work. He managed to get it in the house just fine by himself, and he set it up in the stand. 

“Alright, now you can decorate.” Leon said as he smiled at you. 

“You don’t want to decorate with me?” You frowned. 

He tilted his head to the side a bit like a confused puppy. “I thought-” he started before pausing. For whatever reason, he didn’t realize you wanted to decorate with him. He never had decorated a Christmas tree before, except for the few times when he was really little. So he just thought you’d think he was going to do everything wrong. 

“I mean, I can help, yeah.” Leon agreed as he moved a bit of hair out of your face. “If it makes you happy,” he added. He smiled ever so slightly seeing you smile at him. 

You threw some Christmas cookies into the oven and put on your favorite Christmas movie. You brought out a box of ornaments and placed it on the couch beside your cat, who was sleeping. She had curled up around herself, wanting to use herself as a heater, and was purring quietly. 

You handed Leon a couple of ornaments and smiled. “You look so cute when you smile, you know that, sunshine?” Leon teased as he began to help decorating the tree.

Leon was taller, so he placed all his ornaments near the top of the tree for you so the ornaments would be evenly distributed around the tree.

You put the ornaments on the sections of the tree you could reach. You had bought an ornament set filled with limited colors that compliment one another to make your guys’ tree more appealing to the eye.

“You like being organized, huh? Leon commented as he noticed that the tree had a color scheme. 

“It looks nicer. I don’t want the tree to be an eyesore with clashing colors.” 

“It could be all messy and disorganized and I’d still love it because I know that you were the one who put it up.” Leon replied as he reached up to put on some more ornaments around the top. 

You reached over for a different type of ornament. You had bought a little ornament where you could slide in a polaroid picture, so you put a polaroid picture of you and Leon from a few months back. 

You said nothing and handed it to Leon, silently watching his face as he looked at it. You finally saw him fully smile, not just another half or slight smile. 

“Cute.” Leon said simply, not wanting to be caught gushing over an ornament. He hung it up near the front of the tree where everyone could see it. 

“You want me to give you a boost on your shoulders so you can put up that star, hm?” Leon asked. 

“How gentlemanly,” you joked. 

“Anything for you.” Leon returned as he kneeled down. You set your foot down on his shoulder, and he wrapped his hand around your leg. You couldn’t believe that Leon was basically letting you use him like a stepstool…

“I got you.” Leon assured you. You set down your second foot, attempting to keep yourself steady and balanced, giggling a bit feeling Leon’s strong hands around you. You put on the star as quickly as possible so you could get off. 

“Good job, babe.” Leon praised you once you got off of him and stood on the floor. Leon stood up, rubbing his shoulders afterwards. 

“You okay, old man?” You asked teasingly. 

“Excuse you…” Leon replied, feigning offense. “I’m not that much older than you, babe..” Leon scoffed. 

“Right, well you’re still older and getting joint pain so, maybe you should look into a retirement home.” You taunted.

“No way. If I went to a retirement home, who would be keeping you out of trouble?” Leon quipped, moving to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Who said I needed you to keep me out of trouble, hm?” “Just today alone, you needed me to keep you from falling on ice and damn near busting your ass.” 

“I-” you started, before simply pouting at Leon. You couldn’t argue about that. “That… doesn’t count.” 

“Mhm, you just know I’m right…” Leon mumbled into your neck. 

“Just.. shut up and watch the movie I put on.” You muttered, playfully attempting to push Leon away. 

“Mm.. yes, amore mio…” Leon replied obediently. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

A few batches of cookies later, you were sitting by the fireplace to warm up as you looked up at the decorated tree. You caught a whiff of the fresh pine scent coming from the tree, one of the reasons you loved real trees. 

Leon was taking scant small bites of the Christmas cookies you had baked, you had already had your fair share of cookies…

Since you were both freezing, you made two cups of hot chocolate for you and Leon. Leon was more of a coffee guy, but he was willing to change things up for the holidays. 

Leon sat next to you, pulling you close, nibbling a bit on your neck. His body was warm, he felt like a giant personal heater. 

He wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your side. “It’s getting a bit late, you know. Maybe you should come to bed with me…” Leon purred calmly into your neck. 

“Yeah, I agree..” You replied as Leon kept kissing your neck. “We can cuddle.” you suggested.

“Cuddle?” Leon repeated lowly. Leon moved his kisses up your neck and kissed your cheek before moving to get up. “If that’s what you want…” Leon said as he offered you a hand to help you get up and follow him to your guys’ room. 

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into it | joshua hong

🪄 pairing, joshua hong x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, model joshua x personal assistant reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, reader has some creative ways of insulting joshua, flirty joshua, joshua doesn't take reader seriously, romantic tension goes INSANE, open ending (??)

🪄 summary, everyone knows you hate joshua hong with a passion. do you really hate him though? or are you just in denial because he's just your type?

🪄 author's note, do you guys ever have that one-sided beef with a person that you really don't even know WHY you have that beef? that's me w joshua ngl 😭 ANYWAYS this was requested by my pookie @yudaies (knowing i would lose it if she asked me to....which she did anyways)!! hope you enjoy you evil woman 🤍 ALSO TWO PSAS: 1) i'm going to start writing my shorter fics in lowercase just to minimize the stress i have with capitalization errors! longer/full-story fics will be properly capitalized, but the shorter, quicker fics i do will be in all lowercase!! 2) please take the poll regarding the length of fics you all wanna see from me so i can know what to do in the future! thank you lots lyrnation!!

🪄 now playing, you right, doja cat, the weeknd & into it, chase atlantic

the flash of cameras was still kind of new to you, and you stood in the back of the room, surveying the action from afar. photographers surrounded joshua like he was some sort of new bacteria discovery, and he stood with a simple expression, a sultry look in his doe-like brown eyes as he gave a small smile to the cameras surrounding him.

being stuck as joshua hong's personal assistant seemed like a dream to every disillusioned teenage girl, but you knew the harsh reality of it. you weren't looking for the spotlight, but joshua still had a way of stealing it from you, even if you were doing simple things like ordering him coffee or picking up his tailored suits.

it was common knowledge to all of your coworkers that you had some undiscovered vendetta against the man. when your friends sang his praises, you had to add water to the fire, raining on their parade.

to the outside world, joshua hong was a visual of composed grace. he has this sickening 'gentleman' agenda he was pushing for himself, and the cute, sweet gaze in his wide brown eyes made your skin pulse with annoyance.

in fact, you were almost 100% convinced the man was ai-generated, given a perfect smile and smooth voice to match his "unreal" visuals (of course they were unreal─he probably was unreal, for god's sakes).

the photo op came to an end after 30 minutes of trailing behind him for interviews and outfit fittings, and you could breathe a sigh of relief, grateful you wouldn't have to see him say thank you with that stupid, rich-sounding, hot l.a. accent, and─

"is my schedule done for the day?" the voice you were just fuming over is heard from behind you, and you turn around, a sour smile on your face as joshua smiles sweetly at you. curse his stupid pretty crescent eyes and his stupid adorable scrunched nose.

"you have one more fitting for the upcoming photoshoot tomorrow morning, and then you're done for the day," you say blankly, thanking the staff member who returned joshua's personal belongings to you.

"are you okay? you seem like you're in a sour mood─although, you always seem like that," joshua teases lightly, chuckling to himself as he stuffs his phone in his dress pants' pocket.

"of course i'm always in a sour mood, mr. hong. you do realize that i hate seeing the flashing cameras all the time." you lie straight through your teeth, and joshua nods with faux sympathy, a smirk behind his eyes.

"of course, i can understand that. i just can't help but wonder if you're annoyed by the flashes or my "glittering smile"." joshua echoes the compliment a newscaster gave him moments earlier, and you grumble to yourself, tempted to flip joshua off.

"let's just go. your nice clean rolls royce is waiting for you." you step out of the way dramatically, and joshua bows to you, obviously towering over you as he struts out of the double doors. his white heels click against the sidewalk, and you grit your teeth, sliding beside him into the back row of the car as you sigh.

the weather is nice, complimenting the busy day you've had. joshua takes his phone from his pocket, taking pictures of the cloud-free sky from behind the window, probably going to be posted to his instagram.

"hey, can you take these pictures for me? i think i'm going to upload them to my instagram," joshua hands you his phone, and you roll your eyes, having guessed his words just seconds earlier.

sighing, you hold his phone up, preparing to snap the picture. joshua puts his model face on quickly, face falling into a suave expression as his eyes sparkle with the sun's rays from outside.

the small, attractive smirk on his face is one that makes your uneasy stomach churn for reasons you want to ignore, and you hand him his phone back, turning away to hide your peering eyes.

"these are really good! why aren't you a photographer?" joshua asks lightly, and you shrug, answering the question against your will.

"photographing doesn't pay as well as babysitting a model for five days a week." you smile dryly, and joshua chuckles, voice melodic as he nods.

"you're not babysitting me. if anything, i'm babysitting you. especially with that bad attitude," joshua has a dramatic scowl on his face, that he loses in seconds when he chuckles at your strained reaction.

"i'm just joking with you, lighten up." he gives you a light bump with his shoulder, flawless skin clear and illuminated by the light as you sigh.

"you know, that outfit you're wearing is really nice on you. i don't think I've seen you wear it before." joshua's compliment shatters your whole "hating joshua hong" agenda, and your cheeks heat up against your will, to which you temporarily give up, sighing as you glance over at him.

his eyes are already on your figure, and the gentle smile he's giving you makes you want to lunge at him and rearrange his face so that he doesn't look so majestic. not that you thought that he looked majestic or anything. he was just an average guy.

"thanks." you reply, although it sounds more like a question than a harsh appreciation. joshua nods, crossing his legs as he politely adjusts his styled hair. his gold studs glitter in the sunshine, and the cologne he must have put on before the event lingers, clouding your mind more than you'd like.

"you don't look too bad yourself. the styling...really wasn't a bad choice this time." the compliment you give back sounds so forced it's laughable, but joshua ignores this or doesn't catch on (you believe it's the former).

"thank you. i think the harsh critiquing you gave the staff last time really paid off," joshua adds, looking over to you with that stupid sweet look in his eyes. trying not to shudder, you just shrug, playing it off the best you can.

"it's what i'm supposed to do." you shrug again, letting out a quiet sigh as you lapse into silence. something is lingering in the air, and you do your best to deny what it is.

"you know, even if you do your best to pretend you hate me, i know you don't," joshua says after a moment of silence, and you freeze, eyes blown wide as your cheeks flare a dark red again.

"and how do you know, joshua?" you use his first name, stepping up to the bait joshua may have thrown for you. he leans back in his seat, legs leisurely crossed as he smirks to himself, eyes closed.

"be honest with yourself. do you really hate me that much?" the question, however simple it is, shuts you up quickly, leaving you a quiet, melting mess as joshua smiles to himself, returning his attention to the window.

in that moment, you decide that you might not hate joshua. you may just dislike him.

or, better yet (and to be honest), you don't hate him at all.

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night lights

george russell

tags: smut/pwp, weed consumption/high, established relationship, missionary position, high sex, protected sex, enthusiastic consent, bites/love bites

a/n: like the fic? leave a comment/reblog! really like the fic? suggest your own!!

"thanks for bringing her home, girls." george smiled as he kept you close to his chest. he waved your friends off before he closed the door to your shared apartment. you were wobbly, even in such short heels. it didn't help that your head was swimming from the amount of weed in your system.

it wasn't your fault technically, you simply wanted to have a good evening with your girl friends and one of them happened to have bring a joint with her. you weren't going to be rude and say no. but now you were a newborn deer on shaky legs as your loving boyfriend got you on the bed to take your heels and jacket off. he took it off your shoulders slowly and you giggled loudly.

"are you trying to seduce me, russell?" you purred as you crossed your arms cutely. which only pressed your breasts together further, 'i thought you were a gentleman!"

george only laughed and kissed you on the side of the head. he thought you were beyond adorable.

you refused to wear the pajamas that george laid out for you, you also refused to drink the water that he put on the nightstand. all paired with a certain bratty behavior that made george a little more excited than he anticipated. the way you crossed your arms and pouted, it scratched an itch in george's brain.

"what's wrong, honey?" he asked as he looked at you from the entry to the bedroom. you looked so mad, but not in a way that had him worried. you looked like when rabbits were upset. it was cute.

"you left!" you chirped and it only drew him in further. he admired you. you were stripped down to your underwear with the blanket around your waist. the bra you wore was cute, fairly plain but it made your breasts look amazing.

"i'm sorry, my love." he said as he put the water bottle on the night stand and sat at the edge of the bed close to you. he held your face in his hands and looked at you with such affection it made you melt a little. he said to you, "i wanted to get you some water, you've been out most of the night. do you want me to get you some make-up wipes too? clean your face." his smile was gentle and you nodded.

he kissed your forehead and got up, "then i'll be right back. i promise." then quickly made his way to the washroom to grab your wipes. when he came back you were in the same spot. he felt a twist in his stomach, still, even in the state you were in. you were still beautiful, stunning in a way that made his heart race.

and you only melted into his touch once more when he sat on the edge of the bed and slowly, carefully wiped all your make up off from the evening. he hummed a little and you smiled like a gleeful cat. it was cute, george couldn't help himself but leave kisses across your warmed skin.

you giggled a little when he finally got all of it off of you, the wipes were stained from your make up, but you were now fresh faced. and you could pull your lover in for another heated kiss. he chuckled into the kiss and pulled you in closer, he loved the feeling of you.

he laid beside you on the bed and you threw an arm over his middle and kissed him deeply once more. the kisses were sweet, but the more you got. the most heated they became. something inside of you yearned for your lover, even after a night of drinking and partying. you wanted george, and lucky for you, he wanted you too.

"can you fuck me, honey?" you asked, looking up at him with a pout in your lips, "i really want you."

he chuckled softly and cupped your face in his large hands, "how can i deny you something like that? not when you ask to pretty." he kissed the apple of your cheek before he got between your legs. you still were barely clothed and george's erection strained in his thin pajama pants.

you giggled a little and laid back in the pillows and george's finger ran down the slope of your nose. he eyed you closely, you looked beautiful. he licked his lips and then went in for another heated kiss. he took you by the hips and pressed your barely clothed bottom up against his cock. you wrapped you legs around his waist before he unhooked them to get your panties off.

"sadly can't have sex with you with these on." his voice tender and loving, it stirred something in you as you admired him. there was something about george that pulled you in. even after all the time together, his handsome good looks and kind personality stilled beckoned you closer. to be loved by him, cared by him. and when you were finally fully nude, he could only bask in your beauty. he ran a hand down the valley of your breasts and licked his lips, "look at you."

you shifted a little before you reached up to pull at his t-shirt. he slipped it off for you and then got himself out of his bottoms. with his cock at full attention, he rubbed it against you slowly. you moaned a little bit, the anticipation for what was to come only fueled an excitement in your core. you looked at your partner and he looked down at you.

"i'm going to ask this once because you're a little out of it." he pushed back your hair, "do you want it tonight, or do you want to cuddle? we can do either, or both." there was no expectations for sex with george, he wasn't the type to push it on you.

there you were, his high little girlfriend a puddle of giggles as you laid out on the bed for him. you licked your lips, you mouth was a little dry from the smoking but at that moment you didn't care. somewhere else felt painfully wet. you nodded and said, "please, honey. please, please, please. i want this. will you take me tonight?"

and how could george deny you that? not when you had such enthusiasm in your voice. he chuckled and leaned over to the nightstand where he grabbed a condom. he put it on quickly before he lifted your hips a little higher to meet his cock. even in such a basic position as missionary, you looked stunning. he could see every inch of warmed skin as you giggle a little.

"you're staring." you remarked with a giggle.

"how could i not? you look beautiful." he said as he rubbed his cock up against you for a moment. he looked down at you with such a tenderness and warmth. a silent promise that he would always love and protect you. you were his lover, his girlfriend, his partner. his world and everything in it.

"don't make me self conscious." you gave him a small pout before he sealed another kiss onto you. you moaned when he sank himself into you. it felt like a certain slice of heaven. he moved against you slowly, but he wasn't too rough.

his pace was steady as he rocked against you. he felt he swell of love for you as he moved against you. he licked his lips at the sight of you, and you could only moan.

the high in your body only made everything much more intense. you couldn't help it, it was like the buzz in your brain was heightened by his movements. it also didn't hurt that your boyfriend was a fantastic lover. he leaned in, braced his hands on either side of your chest and worked himself against you. he felt the fire in his belly as he moved his hips.

it was intoxicating too, even though your mouth tasted of the night you had. he didn't care, not one bit. as long as he could have you every way he could. he'd happily kiss the weed and liquor off your lips. he could feel the heat through his body as he moved. his movements were precise, there was a rhythm to them. short and slow, the kind of movements that made your head swim. he was met with such cute moans, such sweet sounds that fueled the feeling in his soul. he kissed you until you pulled away to breathe. when he kiss broke, his groans and heavy pants only go louder. he moved you up and down with each thrusts. he watched your expression change to that of total bliss as you enjoyed the feeling of his cock fucking you.

"i love you."

"and i love you, you've had quite the night. started in uncomfortable heels and ended up with my cock in you." he chuckled lowly as he craned his neck to kiss at your chest. he leave wet marks all over your skin and he loved it. if he was feeling a little more frisky, he would've decorated your chest with heavy hickies.

but there was time for that later. for now he wanted to feel himself against you. it felt amazing, it was the type of amazing that left him hungry. and it left you feeling the same way. he licked his lips and his eyes looked hazy with lust as he continued to rut against you. he said softly, "you feel amazing, my love. it's good to know this is all mine. fuck." he rarely swore, but when he did. it left shivers through your body as his thrusts moved a little faster.

"please, george. fuck, i saw my friend kiss this guy she just met." you held onto his strong shoulders, "and i thought about you. i wanted to kiss you." you moaned, "no one compares to you." your voice was near breathless as he worked your body.

"and i was thinking about you." he said softly in response, "thinking about all the ways i missed you. it's so different not having you here, all alone in the apartment."

"you had friends you could visit." you smiled brightly at your lover.

he pressed his forehead to yours as he shifted your hips and continued to work you body further. he said in response, "they don't compare to you. being with them with all the money in the world, is nothing compared to a night in with you and pizza." he then kissed you once more. you felt a flutter in your chest.

his words melted your core as his pace quickened. it felt erotic, it was hot in a way that made your pulse jump. the kiss was erotic, and you let george work your body until you were holding onto his shoulders tightly. the throb of want on grew.

you clenched your thighs around his waist as he moved against you. when he broke the kiss, you took him into another. it was addictive, a bigger high than any weed you could smoke.

"you have no idea how beautiful you are." he said lowly as he slowed down the pace a little but the force of his thrusts only became more powerful. you groaned as he held onto the covers tighter as he moved against you.

"please, george. i can't take anymore. it feels so good." you groaned as you shifted under him. you felt the hammering of your heart as you clenched onto him tightly. you looked into his eyes and you gave him a pleasurable smile.

and george couldn't help but kiss you once more. let his cock batter against the deepest parts of you. he hit all the right places, the blunt head of his cock hit your g-spot and you saw stars. there were nothing else, but stars in your eyes as you felt yourself hit your climax.

"beautiful." he groaned, "beautiful woman." he praised as he worked you through climax. you let him jackhammer his cock into you as pleasure hit you. you broke the kiss and tilted your head back which george took as an invitation to bite the soft flesh.

as he bit your skin, and left heavy hickies he soon finished inside of you. he finished in the condom and hissed against your skin. the feeling was intense and the pleasure filled his brain. he could only imagine what your pleasure must fee like with the heightened feeling of lust.

he slowed to a stop and admired his high lover. his eyes grazed across your sweaty skin as you panted heavily. he pressed a soft kiss against your lips and gave you bottom lip a small tug. he then pulled out and laid out beside you. he curled up around you and held you close in his arms.

he kissed at the back of your neck before you turned to face him. you admired his features before he kissed you on the cheek, "time for water, i don't want you to have a headache in the morning." even as he just made you experience such a high level orgasm, he still worried and fussed over you.

it made you blush. you felt giggly, the high still in your body as you remained close to him. the feeling would run through your body till you woke up in the morning. and if george wanted to spoil you with affection then you'd happily take it. <3

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Your Villain... on a Leash!?

18+ | Suggestive Content | MDNI | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

How would your favorite member of Crown react if you asked them to wear a collar and a leash for you...?

CW: Suggestive content, Dom/Sub dynamics, puppy/pet play, possible deviations from canon, fem reader, nothing super, super explicit, but these men are filthy so...

AN: Just more of my domming-the-Villains agenda! I feel like most (?) of the members of Crown are tops/doms, so it's fun to imagine them as subs! I just want to boss them all around so bad! Lol, Enjoy!! hehehe

William Rex

Will would have a lot of fun with this. He'd be beyond delighted that you are asserting yourself and asking for something that you desire, especially something that is so naughty. He's not usually the submissive type (his power can literally get him anything he wants lol) but he decides to indulge you because you're so cute when you're bossy. But! Unbeknownst to you, he is already scheming to one day lead you around on a leash in return. But until then he’d be grinning and panting like a true puppy, really playing it up and testing how affectionate of a pup you can handle! It's almost overwhelming! He might even bark!

Harrison Gray

Haha, I can't imagine Harry getting into this, but he might reluctantly wear a collar just for you. It'd have to be a time when no one else would see. He'd be too embarrassed! He would probably draw the line at being led around on a leash. Harry seems like more of a cat than a puppy... He'd come to you eventually and you could at least praise him for being such a sweet boy, enjoying the blush that he tries so hard to cover up. ;)

Liam Evans

Liam is kind of already wearing a collar, how convenient. He would get soooo turned on by this activity lol. The idea of you tugging him around, keeping him close to you all day, petting and praising him...? It would drive him wild. He'd want to do this all the time. He'd lick you and pant and everything. Liam is so obsessed with his mistress. He’d get really into being your sweet, doting puppy that he'd actually whine when you try to take off his collar lmao.

Elbert Greetia

Wouldn’t mind this at all! Actually he’d kind of be into it because it would signal that you want to keep him by your side all the time. He wouldn’t be the most effusive or expressive pup but he would be sweetly, silently awaiting your praises and caresses while you lead him around. The way he doesn't take his eyes off of you like a loyal guard dog is so endearing to you. Once you two are alone, he'd start begging for even more affection from his mistress...

Alfons Sylvatica

Hahahaha! Who knows! Would Alfons be into this? Hard to say! He's so kinky, but he also gives the impression that he likes to be the one in control. He’d probably like to see you try to be his master, and he might even get unexpectedly turned on at this display of assertiveness from you? But... I can’t imagine him being a well-behaved puppy. He'd probably do everything in his power to fuck with you haha. He'd be all like, "isn't it your job to train me?" Yeesh. Roger Barel

“Ooh...? And where would you lead me to, hm?” He’s actually kind of intrigued by this request from you. Roger is a certified top, but since it's you he'd want to see how you go about this. For science, of course. He would love having so many opportunities to get you flustered, since he’s attached to you by a leash. He wouldn’t want anyone to see him in a collar but you, though haha. So you'd have a very limited area where he would feel comfortable enough to be your dog. And, let's face it, he would wriggle out of his collar and pounce on you before you could even lead him around lol.

Victor

The "V" in Victor actually stands for "vers." Lol. Victor happily obliges this request haha. He's such a gentleman and also such a freak lol. How could he refuse. He would gaze at you affectionately while you put his collar on and ask you all kinds of leading questions throughout the day to tease you. “Does my pretty master want me to fetch something for her?” “Does my collar look cute enough for my extra adorable master?” He’d ham it up so much that you'd get all flustered and quit this whole thing. But he'd still be grinning ear to ear, because he's so obsessed with you lmao.

Jude Jazza

Hahahahahaha, oh you silly little robin. You're not gonna do this with him. Lol, so cute that you thought this request could even be uttered. Lmao. He'd pull one of his faces and be all like "Are ya actually a dumbass?" BUT! I could see him enjoying making fun of you for asking this so much that he kind of talks himself into trying it? But only if you're willing to barter. He'd be all like "I doubt you've got what it takes to train a dog like me." You’d have to let him tie you up and lead you around somewhere as payback. And he’d want it to be extra humiliating for you. You're kind of scared to agree to it, but... he’d be so sexy on a leash. Dear god. He’d be so pissy and annoying lol. Bratty puppy Jude? Yes please! Ugh and it would be fun to treat him like a dog for once...

Ellis Twilight

Jesus christ. Imagining Ellis... in a collar? and on a leash? is unreasonably hot??? He would of course be down to do this if you told him it'd make you happy. And of course he’d be so casual about it, just smirking at you and being all like “So that means you’ll lead me around on a walk all day?” He would be so affectionate with you, licking you and rubbing his fluffy hair against you all day. He'd ask, “What if I don’t want to leave my master’s side, even if she takes me off-leash?” And you would just die! Like what is wrong with him??? ugghhhhh, Ellis is THE nosebleed material!!!