#planning is hard but you know what is even harder? sticking to a plan

[kpopsexstories]

hi, I want to give you some ideas for the new Quick Fix stories.

Yeonjun has sex with his gf after concert

A girl riding wild on jungkook

Rough sex with skz Hyunjin

WayV Yangyang recives a blowjob from his gf

Jungwoo&Doyoung have a threesome

Johnny has a quick sex with a stranger at a party

Hendery and his gf have a public sex

Enhypen Jay Has a romantic sex with his wife after work

I Hope some of these ideas will be useful and helpful to you

Hi! I've actually got plans for several of these but can only respond to the request once. Please enjoy the first of these stories: #4, Yangyang receiving a blowjob 😄

Also, Merry Christmas to everyone 🎄🎅

QUICK FIX #33: WayV Yangyang Girlfriend Blowjob

Member: WayV Yangyang

Content: Blowjob, Handjob, Cumshot

Type: MEDIUM

Word Count: 841

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.

When Yangyang gets home from work he throws himself on the couch. He's tired and spent, his day filled with physical activity and social interactions.

You finish what you're doing and come to greet him. “Hey babe,” you say seductively and sit down beside him with a heavy thump.

He grunts, and moves his legs to give you space. He puts his feet in your lap and you watch his adorable face as you begin to rub them.

“How was your day?” you ask, excited to finally have some company.

“It was good,” he sighs and closes his eyes. Alright, maybe you're not on the same wavelength at the moment.

“Wanna fool around?” you ask with a smirk and squeeze his sore feet harder.

“Sorry baby, I'm exhausted.”

“I know. Maybe it will help you relax.”

“Later, okay?”

You're not one to take no for an answer though. You've been longing for his company all day, and today you're craving his body more than usual. Besides, you know your man and what he needs. You know from experience that a release is just what would help him after a day of hard work, even if he's too tired to engage himself in one.

You lean in over his body and kiss his stomach. You lift his shirt and lick his bare skin. He giggles, tickled by your tongue, and finally appears happy to have you there.

“What are you doing baby?” he asks and caresses your cheek.

“Loving you,” you say cheekily and plant your lips on his crotch. “Just relax, you don't need to do anything.”

You slowly begin to unbuckle the belt around his jeans. He doesn't stop you. You pull down his pants and his underwear with them, revealing his soft dick.

You kiss it, play with it, even stick it in your mouth.

“Babe, I'm tired,” he moans, but you also feel the shaft expanding and hardening.

“I know,” you whisper. “I've just missed you. Just relax, okay?”

Yangyang lays back and makes himself comfortable on the couch. You stroke the shaft, which grows quickly in your hand. You kiss it, lick it, suck it, until it's reached its full size.

“Mm,” he sighs and adjusts his ass.

You take the whole dick in your mouth and bob your head up and down between Yangyang's legs.

“Ahh,” he groans when he shoves the full length deep into your throat.

You play with the root, fingers wrapped tight around the thick organ. You wet it with your lips, sucking and licking him harder and harder.

“Ahh, fuck,” he repeats and jolts, a great sensation rushing through his body.

You lay like this for several minutes, his hard dick in your mouth and his body squirming but relaxing below you. You feel the side of his exposed body with your hand which glides up and down his hip, thigh and torso.

“Mm, fuck, I'm gonna come,” he warns you.

You take the dick out of your mouth and pleasure it with your hand. It's wet, drenched in lubricating saliva.

You stroke and jerk it faster while watching first the head go in and out of your palm, then his toned abs as he occasionally jolts in your arms, and finally his twisted face and strained expression when he's soon about to come.

You lean back and half way sit up on your knees. You keep jerking and stroking, circling the head and shaft with your fingers. Yangyang can barely keep it together.

“Mmhph,” he suddenly grunts. “Mm, fuck, I'm coming!”

Your eyes return to the head. “Yeah, just relax baby,” you whisper. “Come for me.”

He lifts his head and jerks his ass, pushing the dick deeper into your hand. You squeeze it tighter, eagerly awaiting the imminent eruption.

“Ahh, fuuuck!” he exclaims. “Mm, yeah, I'm coming!”

You maintain the steady pace and watch the display with fascination. Yangyang orgasms in your hand, and his load shoots into the air.

It lands on his naked stomach and you push his shirt higher up his chest to prevent it from getting soiled. Cum starts dripping down his side and the back of your hand as a second wave spills out.

“Roll over,” you say and laugh. Yangyang looks down and leans sideways to stop his cum from trickling onto the couch. “Wait here.”

You quickly get up and rush to get some tissues. When you return, you wipe his body while he looks on, holding his shirt to give you space and smiling adorably at you.

“Thank you,” he says when you're done.

“Feel better?” you ask. If anything, he's more spent now than he was when he came home.

“Much!” he exclaims happily, sits up straight and gives you a kiss on the lips.

He playfully reach out to touch your breast, and you moan when he feels you up. “Give me a few minutes to get hard again,” he says with a naughty smirk.

Yes! you think to yourself. This was exactly the outcome you'd been hoping for.

[whmp]

hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!

the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!

- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.

you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )

-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.

the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!

i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump

[zweigsangel]

ex fratboy! chris. smut-angst. 1.8k words.

it’s one of those late nights, and you’re standing there in the middle of a way-too-crowded, kinda messy party that, honestly, you only came to ‘cause your friends dragged you here. the air's thick with too many people, bad beer, and random songs blaring loud enough to drown out any thoughts you might’ve had. and that’s when you see him: chris. the ex you swore you were over. but like, really, are you?

it’s weird though, ‘cause he’s just chilling across the room, laughing too loud, his arm around some guy you don’t recognize, talking animatedly about god knows what. he’s got that same stupid, loose stance, shoulders relaxed, wearing that hoodie he always wore, the one you’d stolen a million times. you think— hope, he hasn’t noticed you, so you kinda try to blend in, sticking close to the wall, pretending to check your phone.

you weren’t always like this, all distant and tense. you’d meet up after his frat meetings, and he’d tell you all these wild stories about his brothers, like the time they tried building a slip n’ slide down the staircase and ended up getting written up by their advisor. you’d just sit there laughing so hard you’d cry, and he’d look at you like nothing in the world could ever compare. and for a while, it felt like he was it. but it ended, kinda messy, mostly because chris was…well, chris. he’d blow off plans, flirt with people at parties, and honestly, it just felt like he didn’t know what he wanted. or maybe he did, and it just wasn’t you. he’d show up late and drunk, ramble on about his deep thoughts on the universe, and then disappear for days, leaving you feeling like some kind of afterthought. eventually, you got tired of being the whenever person, so you cut it off. even if it hurt.

it’s been a few months now, and you’re doing your thing—focusing on classes, seeing friends, trying to move on.

but nah. of course he sees you.

“yo, wait up,” he calls, weaving his way through people, looking right at you. you try to act casual, like this isn’t a big deal, like you don’t feel your stomach flip. he stops in front of you, that grin still hanging on his face. “hey,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “long time no see, huh?”

“yeah, well, been busy,” you reply, shrugging. it sounds casual enough, but he’s still looking at you like he’s trying to read something on your face.

“you look good,” he says after a pause, and it’s so out of character for him to just say something like that, straight-up, that it throws you off for a second “uh...thanks?” you laugh, awkwardly. you know he’s probably just trying to be friendly, but you can’t help wondering if there’s more to it. “so...you still doing the same old chris thing?”

he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away for a second. “i guess so,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. and then he kinda sighs, like he’s tired of the frat boy act, or maybe just tired of himself. “been, uh…been thinkin’ about you,” he admits, his voice low. “more than i probably should.”

you try to brush it off, folding your arms to keep your cool. “oh, yeah? that’s, uh, new.”

“i know, i know, i messed up,” he says, sighing. “just…never got you outta my head, y’know?” you can feel yourself softening despite everything. “yeah, well, maybe you should’ve tried harder.”

he looks at you, his eyes searching yours, and there’s this vulnerability there, like he’s finally ready to admit something he’s been holding back. “you think i didn’t? trust me, i tried. i just…i dunno. couldn’t do it.”

you don’t want to care, don’t want to feel that old pull, but it’s there, creeping up on you. he steps closer, barely an inch between you now, his gaze never leaving yours. “you want me to back off?” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the music. “just tell me, and i will.”

you could tell him to go. could shut this down, walk away, stay done with him. but instead, you shake your head, just a tiny movement, and he lets out a soft breath, like he’s been holding it in. before you can think, his hand’s on your waist, his fingers brushing lightly over your hip, pulling you closer.

the kiss starts slow, tentative, his lips brushing over yours like he’s testing if this is real. then his hand moves up, slipping around your back, and it’s like something inside you snaps. you grab the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and he lets out a low sound, his grip on you tightening as he presses his body against yours, his mouth moving over yours with more intensity.

“missed you,” he whispers against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. you barely register the words, just feel the heat rising between you two, feel his hands sliding lower, pulling you against him, his fingers firm on your waist, his mouth moving along your jaw, down to your neck, sending shivers through you. you tug him toward the hallway, away from the crowded room, and he follows, his hand gripping yours, letting you lead him through the maze of people until you push open the bathroom door, dragging him inside.

the space is cramped and a little dingy, but you don’t care. the second the door clicks shut, his hands are on you, pushing you gently but firmly against the door. his mouth crashes into yours, hot and urgent, and your hands find their way under his hoodie, slipping over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. you tug the hoodie off him, and he lifts his arms to help you, tossing it aside without a second thought, his hands already back on you, roaming down your sides, exploring every inch.

he kisses you harder, more intense, his lips pressing down your neck, his hands slipping under your top, that quickly joins the hoodie on the floor.

“god, i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost a growl. “yeah? thought you forgot about me,” you tease, but there’s no real bite to your words. it’s playful, but you both know the truth behind it.

“never forgot. couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you,” he admits, his hands sliding up to your bra, deft fingers working to unclasp it. you feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves as it falls away, and his hands are on your bare skin, exploring, his touch igniting every nerve in your body.

“you’re, uh…sure about this?” he murmurs, his voice low, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. you don’t even hesitate. “yeah,” you whisper, barely able to keep your voice steady.

he lets out a soft, almost relieved sound, and his mouth finds yours again, hungrier this time, like he’s been holding back and can’t anymore. his hands slide down, finding the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down, his touch steady and deliberate, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. you step out of it, your pulse racing as his hands explore you, pulling you closer, pressing you against him.

you tug at his belt, fingers fumbling, but he’s already helping, working the buckle loose, kicking off his jeans. he’s back against you in a second, his hands on your hips, his lips trailing down your collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth and shivers in their wake.

he lifts you, setting you on the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. “you okay?” he asks, checking in, “yeah, jus’ do it,” you whisper, barely able to hold back the urge to pull him closer, “please.”

he’s kissing you again, his mouth moving against yours as you feel him press against you, hot and hard, and you let out a soft gasp. “need you,” he murmurs, almost pleading, and that raw honesty sends a thrill through you. you nod, breathless, and he positions himself, sliding inside you slowly, giving you a moment to adjust. it feels incredible, every inch of him fitting perfectly, like he was made for you.

“god, you’re so tight,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, and the sound of his voice makes you moan softly. as he starts moving, the rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, and you feel every thrust, every movement building inside you. he’s murmuring your name, breathless, and the heat between you is consuming. you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper, urging him to go faster.

“yeah? you like that?” he asks, his breath hot against your skin as he quickens the pace. it feels electric, every thrust sending shockwaves through you, and you nod, lost in the sensation.

“so good, chris,” you moan, the words tumbling out as you feel that familiar coil tightening deep inside you. he leans back, looking at you with those dark, intense eyes, and it drives you wild. “gonna make you feel good, okay?” he says, and there’s something in the way he says it that makes your heart race.

with each thrust, the world outside fades away. it’s just the two of you, the heat of the moment enveloping you, and you feel that sweet pressure building, your body responding to every touch, every whisper, until you’re trembling around him, ready to fall apart.

“come on, babe,” he encourages, his voice low and rough, and you can hear the strain in it as he moves faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “can’t hold on much longer,” you breathe, feeling that familiar rush as he hits just the right spot, sending you spiraling.

“let go for me,” he says, his voice thick with desire, and the way he looks at you, his eyes dark and hungry, pushes you over the edge. with a loud gasp, you’re coming undone, waves of pleasure crashing over you, and he follows right after, burying himself deep as he lets go. the sound of his voice, mixed with yours, fills the tiny bathroom, and in that moment, it’s just the two of you, lost in each other, together again in a way you thought you’d never be.

as you both come down from the high, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. he doesn’t say anything, just lets the silence settle between you, a quiet, unspoken apology wrapped up in the way he looks at you, his eyes softer than you remember, like maybe he’s finally realized what he’s been missing all along.

and for now, it’s enough to let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

[ms-demeanor]

Hey nobody has asked me about this ADHD money management tip and it depends on having at least a tiny bit of flex in your budget but I'm about to spend a frustrating amount of money on flour and I can only do it because of this tip:

Hide cash from yourself like a squirrel.

Use whatever receptacle you'd like, envelopes or a zipper bag or an old wallet, create labels for the stuff you're saving for, and tuck money in there occasionally.

My stash lives in an old wallet with strips of paper around it. It's got dividers for "car registration," "bulk food," "vet visit," and a couple other things.

These are things that I know happen every year or multiple times a year that take more cash than I can easily spare from a single paycheck. If I stick twenty bucks a month in an old wallet it will mean that even if I have to pay late fees, I don't have to put my car registration on a credit card and pay interest on my late fees. If I stick ten bucks a month in an old wallet I can buy 25lbs of flour twice a year. If I can stick a bit more or less cash as it's available into the wallet I can make sure that my twice-annual regular vet visits with senior dog bloodwork and vaccinations aren't going to be too much of a hit to that month's grocery budget.

Like, everyone talks about "put money in savings once a month" or "have an account you don't touch for emergencies" and that can totally work if you can swing it, but I know it's REALLY hard for me to keep from pulling from the "emergency" fund for stuff that's a minor emergency/or is regular maintenance that I should have planned for/etc.

It's much harder for me to pull from the actual cash sitting in a physical room in my house because A) I'll probably forget it and B) that means that I have to think through using those funds in a lot more of a direct way than I would when using a debit card and C) I literally can't access it when I'm out of the house (the emergency fund HAS to be on the card to be accessible, the "i need expensive groceries" money doesn't have to be ready to go at all times and if it is available I know myself and it'll get used before it's expensive grocery time).

Like. If you know you have an expense that you have to pay for every year, hide cash specifically for that expense instead of in a general "expenses" fund because if you're not great with money and you've got an iffy memory you might look at your expenses fund and go "okay my computer crashed and there's five hundred bucks in the fund I can replace it and get back to work, cool" and there goes your car registration and a vet visit. At least if you need to physically grab that cash for an emergency you can make note of what you're going to have a deficit for later in the year.

[cllightning81]

Dyslexic Fails [LN4]

Summary : The three times dyslexia failed you and Lando

Pairing/s: Lando Norris x Reader

Word Count : 0.8k

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You and Lando had been friends for years but only started dating over the past years. What started off as an easy relationship as friends turned into something harder when you both realised you were dyslexic and struggled to spell, and neither of you could help the other. 

Lando was in his little office area and you were in yours working on a photo that you needed edited for a customer sooner rather than later but you had become distracted by a instagram post of a friend who’d posted the announcement of their child's birth. 

You had sat there for ages trying to spell the same word repeatedly however no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t spell it and speech to text wasn’t working with your accent no matter how posh you attempted to make yourself sound so you had to go for the fourth best thing after retrying, autocorrect and speech to text. Lando. 

Walking through to his office, still attempting to spell that stupid word. You quietly knocked on the door before pushing it open as Lando looked over with a smile. 

“What’s wrong? Not working?” He asked gently as he pushed the microphone away from his face

“I can’t spell it” you mumbled, holding your phone out for him. Lando took a look at the message before looking back up at you 

“What are you trying to spell, darling?” He asked, turning around in his chair to face you fully

“Beautiful” you replied, tilting your head as you watched him attempt to spell it as well before giving up after a couple of minutes with a huff. Turning back to his PC with your phone still in hand. 

“Chat, how do you spell beautiful?” He asked, and you laughed, leaning against the back of his seat as you watched everyone spell beautiful in the chat. Lando copied it down on his phone for you with a smile he handed it back 

“Thank you love” You smiled, and he nodded 

“You’re welcome. Tell them I said congratulations. Can you spell that?” He teased, and you shook your head 

“No. I can’t” You whined, and he laughed 

“Chat do your thing” you laughed, leaning back against his chair to copy the spelling. 

“Fuck being dyslexic” You mumbled kissing his head before walking out of the room.

Being dyslexic meant that not only did you struggle with long and complicated words but also the word and complicated words. 

Lando had been getting his helmet hand painted by the company who makes the trophies for the Hungarian grand prix and you had joined him really excited to see the projects that they did but when Lando went to sign the guest book that’s when the problems came. 

Lando couldn’t spell a couple of words. Some of which you remembered how to spell and others neither of you could figure out the spelling for which is how Lando’s spelling of family entered the internet with people either saying how cute it was or bullying him for not being able to spell. 

You personally thought it was cute. As teachers have always said ‘Spell it how you say it’ which is one thing that you and Lando stick to constantly because neither of you can spell some words. 

“I hate people that think they know better than us just because they can spell correctly and at first try” You laughed knowing how much it irritated him even when he talks about his struggles with it occasionally. 

"I know you do love, but I bet there's words that even they can't spell." You shrugged, rubbing his back as he nodded

"At least they can read out loud, though," you huffed, and he nodded

"That's very true"

Mclaren had the brilliant idea to put you and Lando in the same video where they made you read things out loud. Now your original plan was to make Oscar read everything out, but when you started that during the video, the admins weren’t happy with that. 

Apparently, you even being here was Lando’s idea in the first place. Apparently, he was feeling too clingy to do a video with you standing behind the camera, and he wanted to be next to you the whole time. 

So after getting told off by the admins, Lando moved towards you a little more so you could work on the cards together. It couldn’t be too hard, could it? 

Wrong. It was worse than reading out loud at school, and you were only reading a couple of lines of lyrics from a song. 

“This games stupid” you mumbled to Lando, who nodded

“Osc you’re reading again” Lando nodded, earning a glare from the media admins. 

“Look, you're making two dyslexics read out loud. To read four of these cards, your video will be at least half an hour long if we keep reading them” Lando shrugged as Oscar held back a laugh from next to you.

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[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 5th - Orgasm Denial

Pairing - Jason Todd x F!Reader

Title - In For A Long Night

Summary - Another heist, another run in with the big, bad Red Hood. Only tonight he seems to want to drive you mad.

Warnings - Orgasm Denial, Enemies with Benefits, Jason is very mean <3, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Large Cock. Shameless Smut, Rough Sex.

Word Count - 860

“Hood, please,” you whine. Your legs are shaking, your body begging for release as tears slide the sides of your face. Red Hood’s gloved thumb is pressed against your engorged and overly sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles that makes you feel like you’re on fire. 

All night he’s been teasing you. Those thick fingers of his toying with your clit over and over again. Bringing you straight toward the edge of your climax before pulling away and making sure that you don’t reach it. It’s completely maddening. All you want is to orgasm and he refuses to let you.

You hadn’t even meant to get caught by him tonight. Red Hood hadn’t even been on your mind. Your focus had been on making enough money tonight in order to pay your rent. You hadn’t even stopped to think that you might run into him.

But here you are. Lying on the cold marble floor of the penthouse you were in the middle of robbing. Your suit has been stripped from you. Lying in a heap along with your bag of stolen goods. 

“Something wrong, baby?” he asks. He sounds so condescending and it lowkey makes you hate him. 

You groan in frustration. Is this his plan to turn you away from a life of crime? You don’t get to come until you denounce your criminal ways? You have half a mind to shove him away and tell him to go fuck himself. Who’s he to think that he could change you considering what he did shortly after showing up in Gotham?

At the same time though, no one makes you feel nearly as good as he does. Even now, through your frustration, his thumb against your clit feels great. Better than great. Amazing. There really is no one else in this city, or world, that you can say that has ever made you feel quite like he has. 

You can feel yourself getting closer again. Your breath is coming out harder and faster and your moans growing louder as the muscles in the lower half of your body starts to tense. Fuck, you’re so close. So, so close. If he just keeps touching you…

As soon as the pressure against your clit disappears, you’re whining as you feel your impending climax quickly fizzle away. You hate him, you decide as you glare at him. You can’t see his face thanks to that stupid helmet of his, but you’re sure he’s smirking away underneath it.

You don’t even get a chance to voice your anger, when he’s suddenly flipping you onto your front. You hear the unmistakable sound of his combat pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. His hands grip your hips and force you up on to your knees, so your ass is sticking up into the air. It’s not a very flattering position, but you’re beyond caring if this means he’s finally going to let you come. 

Before you know it, the fat head of his cock is pressing up against the entrance of your pussy. Your walls squeeze around nothing, your body already anticipating what’s about to happen. It’s the only warning you get before he’s entering you with a single thrust, the slick dripping from you making it extremely easy for him to do so.

There’s no chance for you to adjust to the size of him before he’s dragging his cock back out of you and slamming straight back in. His pace is harsh and punishing and all you can really do is lay there and take it. You think it’s safe for you to consider your stolen goods forfeit. There’s no way, after he’s done fucking you, that you’re going to be able to get away in a timely fashion.

You’re getting close again, the pleasure building up faster than before. You hope that he doesn’t notice, even though you’re sure he already has. It’s hard for him not to with how your body is hugging his cock, clenching around him, as your moans become less and less coherent as your mind turns to mush. All of your focus going to your impending orgasm that you’re sure he’s going to take from you once more.

It’s like he hears your thoughts because the next thing you know is that you’re overcome with the feeling of being completely empty once more, your cunt squeezing around nothing. A quiet growl leaves you as you feel your orgasm fade away again. You look over your shoulder at him, your eyes narrowed.

“What the hell did I ever do to you?” you hiss. 

He nonchalant shrugs at you, like his cock isn’t rock hard, the head red and swollen and leaking precum and dripping with your arousal. “Shouldn’t have tried to steal from me.”

Now you are confused. What is he talking about? When have you ever tried to steal from him? You look around the room and as soon as you notice the wall of guns, that you had somehow previously missed, it hits you. Fuck. This is his place because of course it’s his place. You sigh.

“I’m in for a long night, huh?”

“Definitely.”

[ktittycat]

regulus black x female reader | sleeping beauty

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* somnophilia, perv!reggie, masturbating, basically non-con, innocence kink, cuz reggie’s like a brother to you :( he calls u good girl, p in v, unsafe sex …. if there’s more tags tell me

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you were a deep sleeper. it would take more than 5 alarms to wake you up— and if someone were to slap you across the face… you might wake up, but would immediately go back to sleep. it’s 12 AM when your best friend, someone who you view as a brother, enters your dorm room. it’s just you in there, since all your dorm mates had gone out that night.

you don’t even notice, deep asleep and snoring quietly. he smiles lazily at your hello kitty shirt., and fuck, you aren’t even wearing shorts. you’re wearing these cute hello kitty underwear to match. his pants tighten at the sight.

he knows it’s wrong. you’re sleeping and completely unaware of what he’s about to do to you. and regulus knows you view him as a brother. but with your cute frame and those doe eyes— he’s bound to fall in love. he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

“you’re just so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles as he kisses your cheek, tugging up your shirt to reveal those perky boobs he’s been dying to see. “fuck.”

he fondles with them for a bit before pulling down his sweatpants, his hard cock popping out. it’s tip is throbbing with a bright red. he so desperately needs you. he holds your chin gently, positioning your face so he can see you. and he strokes. strokes to the sight of your boobs and your unconscious face.

“fuck,” he lets out a low groan. he squeezes his cock harder. you whimper in your sleep, and turn back around. he smirks and cups your breast, still jerking off to the sight of your body. he moans quietly until he reaches his high, shuddering as his cum spurts all over your chest. he chuckles quietly.

“such an innocent girl,” he whispers. he peppers small kisses down your body as he moves your panties to the side. “you’d be such a good girl for me.”

regulus grunts quietly when he sees your pussy. he’s immediately hard again. his tip teases the entrance of your cunt. he bites his lip. “you won’t mind if i stick it in just a little bit, hm?”

you’re still fast asleep. as he enters just the aching head of his cock inside of you, you unconsciously spread your legs wider. he lets out a small chuckle, rubbing your thighs. he grinds against you desperately, whimpering like a bitch in heat just from your virgin pussy.

oh my god, he thinks as he thrusts, pushing himself inside even more. i’m taking her virginity and she doesn’t even know.

“so fucking tight,” his breath hitches as he bottoms out, his large cock reaching deep inside you. “pretty little virgin.”

he pounds into you desperately, and you stay asleep during all of this. his moans become hoarse as his orgasm comes close. he knows he shouldn’t come inside you… but the way your pussy clenches around him and how warm your insides feel— he spills inside immediately. his head throws back as he comes, mouth wide open and he’s gotten completely reckless. he’s moaning loudly.

regulus pulls out. he takes out his phone and takes a picture of your disheveled state. it’s wrong, and he feels an immense amount of guilt, but oh, he’s gonna jerk off to that later. he spends the next few minutes using his fingers to scoop his cum out, and cleans your cum-covered boobs. just a few minutes later, and you’re back to normal. he kisses your lips softly before leaving your room.

he sees you in the morning, eating breakfast in the great hall. you smile and wave at him, regulus immediately walks over to you.

“hi reggie,” you smile as you eat your food. “how’d you sleep?”

“good…” he chuckles nervously. “and you?”

“i slept good but,” you frown. “i must’ve slept wrong because my legs are so sore.”

“oh. that’s weird. you want reggie to massage your legs for you?” he smiles, feigning innocence. you nod and make plans for him to come over to your dorm later so he can massage your thighs.

pt 2 pt 3

masterlist

[writingwisterias]

Can you do The different eras of leon and the different petnames/acts of affection you can do to make him smile/ get him flustered?

Hi Anon!

This is so cute! I certainly can <3 Hopefully, you like it! I'd love to just make him blush all the time or hide his face behind his hair.

Warnings: Fluff, Light talk of pregnancy, Slightly suggestive Fem!Reader

RE2:

I think the pet names you are using would be simple, not too personalised, almost like a fresh teenage relationship.

Something like: Baby, Love, Honey

He would be so smitten with you in this Era so you could just look and smile at him and his cheeks are already rosey.

Neck Kisses are his weakness though.

Something about you leaning in to whisper and then just attacking his neck with a kiss gets him going.

Even more so if you leave a mark.

RE4R:

Doesn't get easily flustered so you would have to work harder on that side of it.

He does however love to come home from wherever to see you snuggle in bed or on the couch. Partically if you are in his clothes.

Not his work clothes though, he prefers if you leave them in a draw only he can touch. Anything else is fine.

Petnames I think would be simple again, sticking with the Baby or Babe.

Occasionally having a personal one to you in the home.

I think he just likes you being his little secret from the world or his work.

I mentioned he's hard to get flustered and it took you a while to figure out what would get his cheeks a little rosy.

It would be prolonged contact.

His stare would make me melt, the one during the game (my legs are open instantly) but if you returned it. He's blushing and excusing himself

Infinite Darkness:

Not easily flustered again, I mean he is cocky and confident.

I do think sending nudes to him whilst he's busy would get him to blush and stutter.

I can imagine being out doing something and you just him a text from across the room and his head would shoot up to you, barely able to react properly.

Hates being possessive but would call you his girl. "My girl is at home waiting for me"

"Gotta speed this up so I can get back to my girl"

Meeting him at the airport when he comes back will just make him melt like he's full-on sprinting at you. His duffle slammed on the ground with a thud making a scene.

Hearing you talk about him like you are proud of him would just make him smile for the rest of the day. Just being proud to be his.

Damnation:

Would keep the nickname of My girl, is super possessive of you thinking you are the only thing good in this world for him. So it's just his way of taking a claim on you.

Loves it if you send him texts whilst he's away, literally about anything. You could be rambling about some stupid show you watched, your hobbies or interests. He just wants to know you are doing okay

Easily flustered from PDA.

I mean you giving him kisses or holding his hand as you walk around would make him falter and blush

Only because he's convinced he doesn't deserve you.

Loves it if you cling onto him, dragging him around everywhere. it makes him feel wanted and needed.

RE6:

His Girl would turn into the Wife

Even if you aren't married yet he would call you that anyway. He's already planning on doing it anyway.

Loves it when you give him little kisses everywhere, like his neck, hands, arms

Would get flustered if you kiss above his heart claiming it's full of good.

I think he misinterprets his job as something bad because he was forced onto it, taking all of the faults of the government like it's his fault he didn't prevent it.

Hearing him say you think it's full of good would just make him swoon.

If he's at one of your family gatherings and you are talking about him like you are proud of him his heart would pound so quickly.

Vendetta:

Attention whore - but only from you.

He's needy and overwhelmed by your affection is just everything he needs

Someone says your name his head is whipping in that direction.

He's clinging to you like a lifeline as he tries to keep going.

Small touches have him flustered, maybe it's because of the drink you aren't sure but he's smitten.

Wouldn't use nicknames because he's not really focusing on anything but your touch.

Your presence is enough to make him smile.

Let's say after the events of vendetta he's on the heli with others and they finally land. Only to see you waiting for him.

He's sprinting to you, no matter his wounds or injuries.

Scooping you up and holding you close.

Death Island:

He's finally ready to settle down, so if you talk to him about the future. Bam! he's putty in your arms

You're his Wifey and nothing else.

Everyone cringes when he refers to you as that but he doesn't care.

I think it would be really cute if you did that trend where at the wedding you get a bridesmaid to hand out Polaroids of you naked to him throughout the night.

He's gasping for air and blushing- his reactions are stronger the drunker he gets.

Also would blush if you talked about how hot he would be if he was Dad. Especially if he's holding a relative's baby.

The baby is instantly back to the mother and he's whispering in your ear how badly he wants it.

Also calls you his troublemaker when you do antics like the Polaroids or call him a dilf.

[osakhee]

never enough, virgin!wonbin x reader

! endurance training, handjob, overstimulation, edging, slight dacryphilia

note : FINALLY something is done with the virgin wonbin thoughts ive been having for a week ..... 🙂‍↕️

"can i please at least be inside just once?"

"nope. not until you can hold it better."

"you always say that... i've done well the last time, when will it be enough?"

"it will never be enough. not until i say so."

wonbin lays back on his seat with a pout. he's glad the bus is mostly empty so no one can catch a glimpse of your conversation. you both sit at the far back of the bus, away from all the people going home at this hour. wonbin looks outside the window just to be met with the heavy droplets that pour outside, and he turns his head to look at you. he's still sulking, and the serious glare you throw at him makes his heart jump in his chest.

wonbin is your classmate. actually, he's more than that, but you like the "classmate" title, even though the boy doesn't think the same. he'd rather call your relationship "friends with benefits but he's the only one getting benefits". when at school, wonbin is all talk about how good he's in bed, he laughs at his male friends for being virgins at their age. he has the pretty face to make anyone believe his words, but little do they know he actually turns into a puddle when you get your hands on him. you wanted to see for yourself how good he is, he's handsome, and since he said he fucks well, why not? but when you dragged him behind the lockers, wonbin turned into a blushing mess, he didn't even know where to put his hands when you kissed him. he was moaning in your mouth in no time, so hard in his pants he felt like he could burst only from your lips that left his to pepper kisses on his jaw. he begged you not to tell anyone, so instead, you exposed you plan to him. he loses his virginity, and you get to fuck him and with him.

wonbin had no idea at first that fucking with him would mean hours of playing with his cock and nipples, jerking him off so slowly it would make his thighs tremble everytime your fingertips touched his skin. you asked him to keep the count, but he can't recall how many times you made him cum anymore. each time, he would be a shaky and whiny mess, he'd beg you to finally give him what he wants. you always promised it for next time, and thinking of the reward of being inside of you always made him harder than ever.

but now it's been weeks since you started to play with him. wonbin is over at your home almost everyday, and he's never getting his way. the way you would taunt him to reveal his little secret always made him comply and fall to his knees so you could stick your thumb in his mouth until he's drooling all over it.

the bus that's taking you and wonbin home finally reaches your stop, and you take the boy's hand to get down. to anyone, you would probably look like a cute couple walking back from school together. but the grip you have on wonbin's wrist and the tension he's feeling all over his body say otherwise. he can already feel the warmth painting his cheeks red and the anticipation building in his lower stomach. you both walk in silence until you reach your apartment. when the door opens, wonbin doesn't even wait for you, he gets inside and walk straight to you room. he wouldn't want to mess up his routine. you take your time, put down your jacket and bag before joining him.

wonbin sits on your bed with large puppy eyes, he's still upset at how harsh you were to him on the bus. he can't tell you how much it turns him on, or you'll have another reason to mess with his head, his secrets getting heavier each time you see each other. you walk to the bed and let your hand travels his face, from his jaw to his pretty lips, your fingers mess with his hair. you tug on his locks lightly to make his head fall back and give you a prettier view of his neck, his smooth skin almost perfect under your hungry lips. wonbin sighs heavily at the contact of your warm mouth, he grips the sheets in his hands, his legs rub together to get some frictions on his clothed dick.

you get away from his skin and push him down on the bed, his back gently hitting the blanket. wonbin knows what's next. his hands reach the hem of his shirt before taking it off, he then hurriedly opens his pants to get rid of any clothes that stops his cock from finally breathing. he doesn't care being naked in front of you anymore, he's used to your eyes burning his body when you look at him. wonbin takes a deep breath when he slides his underwear down, his already red and leaking dick hitting his stomach. you sit next to him and watch it twitch with anticipation, wonbin is almost moaning just from your warm presence next to him.

"are you ready?"

"if i do well, can i finally fuck you next time?"

"depends on how long you last today."

wonbin rests his head on the bed, his chest heaves with his sharp breaths. you let your fingers travel his faintly toned stomach and wonbin already squirm under your touch, shivers covering his whole body. your nails graze his skin down his thighs, his cock drips some more precum when you get so close to it. you could watch him for hours and drive him crazy, your hands massaging his inner thighs enough to have him cum untouched. with one finger, you draw slow circles on his lower stomach, going all the way up his length and rubbing his slit, his arousal quickly coating your finger. you lay next to wonbin and wrap your hand around his dick, your mouth finds one of his nipple and you suck eagerly on it.

the boy on your bed is already a moaning mess, his back arches on the sheets and his hips buck into your hand to get any kind of friction, but you stay completely still, only giving attention to his chest. your tongue twirls around his hardened pink bud, it makes wonbin cry out your name. he claws at the bed desperately for more, and after one more kiss on his chest, you sit up next to him again. you finally give attention to his cock that's calling for you, and stroke him at a dangerously slow pace. wonbin tries to steady his breath as much as he can, his eyes closed and concentrated on the pleasure you give him.

it doesn't take long to break him apart though. once you start paying more attention to his leaking tip, his hips jerk up constantly in your hand and you have to pin him down. the cries that come out of his throat are broken by your name rolling on his tongue over and over again. the way his thighs are shaking when you pick up the pace tell you everything you need to know. you give wonbin one more stroke before letting go of his dick. his knuckles turn white from how hard he's holding the covers under him, his cock twitches desperately. you rub your thumb on his slit and wonbin's back arches again on the bed.

"stop moving so much, that's how you get tired so fast."

"p-please.... give me m-more..."

"you will cum so fast thought."

"i won't i-i swear i won't please keep g-going..."

you want to believe wonbin's weak promise and you wrap your hand again around his length. you watch him close his eyes again and put all his willpower in stilling his hips for you. you give him lazy strokes again, your hand covered in the sticky precum that keeps rolling down his cock. you rest your other hand on his thigh and he jumps in your touch, his lips parting in a silent moan. for a while, only the wet sound of your palm around his dick and his heavy breathing can be heard in your room.

since you started your little training with wonbin, he never really got better, he would always cum awkwardly fast especially if you started teasing him. he lasted longer the last few times though, and you couldn't wait to have him inside of you and feel him filling your insides after a few thrusts. you loved watching him cry out your name each time he ended up fucking your fist, his hips desperately bucking up to meet your hand after you edged him for hours so he can finally gets the sweet release he's begging for.

every once in a while, you leave wonbin's cock to watch him from your place, you sit crossed legged on your bed and smile at the boy's desperation. his black hair stick to his forehead and his chest shines with a thin coat of sweat, his hands weakly rest next to him as he got tired from holding the sheets so tightly. beads of precum form on his slit and roll down his cock or drop on his lower stomach. it stains your bed, it makes your hand sticky and wet, and it gives shivers to wonbin each time you blow on his dick with a chuckle.

it's always when wonbin is the less ready that you start to jerk him off again, you barely listens to him as he speaks about his day so his mind would focus on anything but his throbbing cock. you grip his dick out of nowhere and hear his breath catch in his throat. his thoughts get lost in the pleasure, unable to form a single word but the desperate "please" that escapes his lips over and over again. you pout at his sensitivity and you tighten your grip around him, your palm very slowly making its way up and down.

"are you close already?"

"mmhh... p-please..."

"can you hold it a little longer? just a little."

"i'm n-not... not sure... it's s-so..."

"just a little more, i know you can do it."

wonbin hides his face in the sheets when you quicken your pace, his hips buck up again in your hand and you instantly let go of his cock. wonbin's head jerks up to look at you with a pleading whine, only for his head to drop back when you flatten your hand on his tip. his back arches and his hands find their way in his hair to push away the strands that cover his eyes. your palm rubs the sensitive head of his cock, wonbin's breath gets more erratic and louder. you give him a few pumps and check your phone that sat next to you on the bed. he's actually handling it well, probably the best he has done yet, but it's still not enough for you. you just want to make sure he could last when fucking you, you're just helping out! you feel wonbin's dick pulse in your hand and you stop all your movements again to squeeze it. his voice breaks into a high pitched cry, the tears that had been filling his eyes finally flowing down his cheeks. it's always been your favorite sight, he's such a wreck when you get your hands on him and he's never been more beautiful to you. you massage his thighs and from the way his cock throbs constantly, you can tell he's so close just a touch could make him burst.

"p-please... i'm gonna- i w-wanna cum please... i n-need to cum s-so bad..."

"hmm... you've done well... but it's not enough you know that."

when you start stroking him again, you see his head dig into the mattress and deep in the blanket, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his parted lips let every moan escape his throat. you can't tell if his cheeks glisten because of the sweat or because of his tears that roll down his face and down his neck.

"you know wonbin... i might just let you fuck me next time..."

"a-ah please... i-i'm cumming p-please i'm c-cumming..!"

you jerk him off faster and watch the ropes of hot and thick fluid hit your fingers and his tensed stomach, you make sure to grip his tip through his orgasm that has his thighs shaking. his hips stutters in your fist until he weakly shoots one last drop of cum on your hand. wonbin tries to get away from you and your teasing hand that keeps playing with his sensitive cock, he turns to the side and burry his whines in the sheets, he can't control the desperate thrusts of his hips until you finally let go of him. you check your phone again while wonbin catches his breath, he sniffles audibly when he finally sits up next to you. you look at his messed up face and push away gently a few strands of hair that stick to his forehead, your hand then resting on his cheek so you can wipe away his tears. wonbin looks at you with shining hopeful eyes that could make you melt.

"did i- did i do well? d-did i hold it long enough?"

"you know it's never enough to me... but you did well, i might actually let you inside me next time. you'll do well this time too, right?"

wonbin's cock weakly twitches at your words and the smile he gives you have you burning inside. maybe he could actually hold it when he fucks you. you couldn't wait.

im crazy wonbin is all ive been thinking about for the past few days im CRAZYYYYYY thank you cee for supporting me through the wonbin breakdown

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Tell me something awful like you are a lover stuck in the body of a racing guy - Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: phone sex drabble with Alonso I wrote on the train.

Pop music blares through your headphones from your guilty pleasure playlist as you're scrubbing a kitchen counter. The blonde singer's words about hating it here couldn't resonate with you more. Living with strangers was bareable. Them being students and not really sticking to a cleaning schedule was to be expected. You'd committed similar sins before. But texting your landlord to fix your water pressure while the state of the kitchen (and honestly, the whole flat) was abysmal wasn't the smartest. You hated confrontation,so it was on you to bring everything up to the guy's standards. One bit of the shared space took you an hour. You were tired. Unemployed. Done. Cold. Just as you were about to follow your astrology app's suggestion of a good cry, you get a WhatsApp notification from your boyfriend, asking you to call him.

"Hey, Fernando. Everything all right?"you say as his face pops on screen.

"Yeah, I just woke up. Figured I wanted to give you a tour of Sin City, but I think you'll have to wait a bit," he trails off.

"What, not feeling like an early bird, huh? Usually, I'd be the one bugging you to stay in bed with me and cuddle more. What's new, hmm?" you ask, curious as to why he's called you out of the blue.

He just grunts and flips the camera. Your eyes take a second to process what you're seeing. And then you focus on the tent in his boxers. As if intent to kill you both on the spot, he adds, "You know, it's your fault. Had a dream about you, and apparently, even fake you has the same effect as the real thing."

You laugh, just a bit.

"Sorry, sorry, love. Just the thought of you getting a morning boner like some teenager is hilarious." Sensing that he's about to hang up and not wanting to deal with it, there's a plan forming. The good cry you were considering a few moments before was going to be turning into a good wank. "Wait. Let me help you. Please?"

Fernando pretends to consider it for a moment. You both know that phone sex is the key to not loosing one's mind during a triple header.

"Fine." He agrees. "But you gotta put on a real show on for me, beautiful. Wanna see you ride your toy like it's me.".

"It is you,". Nando's reaction to your previous dildo was to replace it as soon as possible. You were flabbergasted that he would go through with cloning his willy, as the kit said, just to stake a stupid claim on you. All your annoyance evaporated the first time you used the new toy and came so hard you questioned every other solo orgasm before. You tell your boyfriend you'd be right back as you swiftly disappear to wash the dildo. Thankfully, no one's around to see you. You prop your phone on the edge of the bed, following Nando's example. His hand is already slowly palming his cock. You're about to spread the lube on your hands, when you realize you're still fully clothed.

"Teasing or quickie?" You ask him.

"You know the quote, honey. As much as I wanna watch you touch yourself and suck it first, on a time crunch here. So, clothes off and giddy up, cowgirl." He says.

You spread the lube on the dildo, matching Fernando's pace. God, the visuals of his cock, ready for you but out of reach was driving you crazy.

"You know what to do, baby. Rub your clit like I would touch you. Don't be cutting corners just because I'm not there to guide you on it properly." He adds.

You loved his more commanding side. Before you two had sex for the first time, he wondered why you'd pick someone his age to date. It became glaring obvious during fucking you, the way you melted against his words, how you begged him to be faster, harder, rougher, to not hold back on you. You depended on him to give you just what other partners often missed to do.

You realized that you were spacing out and returned to the task at hand. Circling your clit, once, twice and thrice and already you're wet and ready. You straddle the toy, making sure Fernando gets a premium view of how the plastic cock sinks inside of you slowly.

He groans and tightens his fist, squeezing it against the base.

"Faster, honey. Show me that I taught you how to take it. Ride it for me." He commands, needing to see you fall apart and soon.

You bite your lip and find your rhythm. Usually, when you used the dildo, it was in missionary. This position was making everything so much more intense for you it was as if you were doing it with the real thing. Speeding up, you could feel the toy going deeper, making you clench against it. You let you a quiet moan of Fernando's name, a plea, and a futile action.

"You look so good like this, my love. God, when I come back, I want to taste you as you play with this. Would you like this? To feel my tongue on your clit as you're fucking yourself on my dick, huh? Sound good, no?". Nando's fantasy reminds you of how his hands will be on you soon, how you'll fall apart on his lips, how he'll make sure to have you coming in exotic destinations, away from everything you hate here. This fuels a fire in you and you're thrusting your hips, the toy slick with your wetness.

Your boyfriend's pumping matches your speed, and you can see how he's rubbing down drops of precum down his shaft.

"Tell me when you're about to cum for me, beautiful. Let's do it together." Less than a minute later you're a moaning mess, pussy clenching against the plastic replica of your lover's cock and saying that you're about to finish. Fernando encourages you to go over the edge, to finish you both off like a good girl. And that's exactly what you do. You wish you could take the shot where he angles his cock and cums all over his stomach and have it burned behind your retinas forever. You're both panting and spent and taking a few minutes before starting your actual post-orgasm rituals and clean up.

"I'll call you again in half an hour, okay? Let me know what you wanna see of Vegas, and I'll have my driver pass it. Think I have the time to even walk into some landmarks and get you whatever souvenirs what you want. Plan and let me know. I love you, sweetheart." He says. Underneath the tough exterior and the sometimes arrogant facade was a gentle, wonderful boyfriend. Maybe you didn't really hate it here. And just maybe he was a lover, stuck in the body of a racing guy.

[bunnyscryptarchived]

toxic ~

pairing: kiara carrera x reader

synopsis: they aren't enemies to lovers and they damn sure ain't frenemies. you hate kie. she hates you back. the boys are tired of it so they trap you on a boat to get along.

warnings: smut. physical violence.

you were never fond of kiara. the way she’s so painfully unaware most of the time, her holier than thou attitude, and snarky remarks. she made your blood boil.

the boys loved you both dearly but they had enough. the constant arguing was becoming tiring and they don’t want to have to choose between the two of you so they devised a plan to get you to get along; stranding you on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie. it should work again, right?



slumped over the ledge, you watched your feet swing above the water while kiara did whatever behind you. 

you groaned for the hundredth time before falling on your back.

“groaning isn’t gonna make them come back quicker so just shut up and wait.”

resting your arm over your eyes to block the sun , “kiara, stick my fist.”

she snorts, “yeah you'd like that wouldn't you.” before the sound of her getting up made you tilt your head.

you checked her out as she bent over to grab a drink. she was hot, you’d admit. a gorgeous face with a nice body covered in a two piece that fit her just right. you'd by lying if you said you didn't want to make out with her until her lips start bleeding— know what sounds escaped her lips as she fell apart from under you. shame her attitude had to be what it was. 

“you gonna keep staring at my ass or.” 

“ha dont flatter yourself.” getting up to stretch. 

she watches as you grab a can from the cooler, cracking it open to take a sip. “this is your fault, you get that right.”


“s'cuse me?” you turned towards her. seeing her face in a scowl -arms crossing over her chest. she’s infuriating. “you always running that mouth is what got you in to trouble. i’m just returning the energy, sweetheart.” 

“oh, i’m always running my mouth?” she stepped up closer in your space.

“yeah. try doing something useful with those lips and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” walking back to where you were before, making sure to bump her shoulder on the way. 

“oh fuck you, dude.” her brown eyes piercing in to your back. “you wanna act all high and mighty. jesus, are you even really a pogue?” she turns you back to face her. your palm connecting with her cheek when those words leave her mouth.

you watched as her head snapped to the side, your hateful stare intensifying. “are you, carrera?” voice filled with aggression.

“why don’t you take another kook year. you had no problem leaving the “pogue lifestyle” then did you? annoying cunt.” 

those words set her off as she shoved you hard. calling you a “dumb bitch.” shoving her back ends up with you both on the ground and her crawling on top of you.

you tussled all over the deck, leaving scratches and bruises. her bikini top coming undone in the process. you paid that no mind as you flip her on to her belly. when she tries to flip over with her free arm, you knock the weight from under her, pinning it behind her back, pinning the other under your knee as you straddle her. 

“ugh get off.” she growls in to the metal, her arm bent at an awkward angle., but not fighting back as rough as she was. 

“are you done?” you heave as you chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“yeah. yeah i’m done.” 

loosening your grip, she takes that opportunity to turn over. hooking one leg around you to flip you on your back. she gets on top of you, straddling your thigh as her hand presses on to your chest -close to your neck. 

grunting as her hand pins you down. “lying bitch.”

teeth clenched as she pushes harder. your eyes locked on to her naked chest as it pounds up and down with force. one hand on her arm, the other on her waist you both become aware of her core on on yours. 

eyes darting between each others eyes and parted lips. you quickly let go of her arm and bring it to her face, pulling her in to a messy kiss. she freezes for a moment before deepening the kiss. her body ground in to yours making you moan as she parted your lips with her tongue. 

your hand roamed down her chest. kneading her tit. she grunts, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. pulling away as you hiss, you put a rough smack on her ass before pushing her off you. 

staring at each other, a million thoughts going thru your heads. checking up and down, noticing a wet patch on her bikini bottoms. 

fuck it.

you scramble out of your clothes. laying on your back with parted legs. your bare cunt right in front of her as she started back at you with squinted yet lustful eyes. 

she lifts one of your legs, putting over her shoulder before burying her face in your pussy. lacing your fingers in her brown hair as you moaned in pleasure. her tongue traced circles on your clit as she ate out hungrily. “knew y-your mouth could be useful for something. haah.” throwing your head back as she sucked hard on your clit. 

kie looked up at you as she brought a finger to your hole. “look at me” sliding her finger in when you do so, never taking her eyes off you. 

bucking your hips as she went to work on you. the sensation felt so good and soon you felt that familiar twinge. she pumped her fingers harder as you came undone. coating her face and hand in slick. you push her away, her mouth a wet mess. 

you breathe heavily as you sit up. “guess i should return the favor, huh. ride me.”

 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

kiara gripped your thigh, mouth going slack as moans escaped her lips. one of your hands left her hip, moving her hair from her face before connecting it to the side of her face, aother moan leaving her mouth. 

“you like that, huh?” you chuckled. your hand squeezed and pressed her harder on to you. “didn’t think you were such a whore, sweetheart.” 

she exhaled out, “youre such an annoying bitch.” throwing her head back as she rolled her hips. “now shut up and stick out your tongue.” 

you tilt your head to the side and just stare at her, grunts leaving your lips as her wet cunt grinds against yours. she cups your jaw, fingers squeezing your skin forcing your mouth open to let her saliva drip in. “now how bout you be good f’me e and swallow hmm.”

listening this time, sticking out your tongue with a dramatic AAH. she scoffs, concentrating on getting her nut. riding you faster. her clit pressing right on your own. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”

you smack her ass once. twice. three times. making her cry out. “that’s right. cum all over me.” her legs shake as she orgasms. slick covering your thighs and dripping down your pussy. she hugs yours leg closer. body twitching as she comes to a slow grind. 

she falls on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. your hand coming up her back before resting on her shoulders to roll her off you. “thats enough of that.” getting up to look for your clothes.

“go fuck yourself.” her following suit.

“you already did.” chuckling. pulling on your top.

“yeah and its never happening again.” tying on her tip. 

“hm.”

 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

sitting on opposite sides of the deck. watching as the boys finally pull up.

“so! how’d it..” pope trails off seeing the bloody cuts and bruises littering your bodies. “go.”

“ouch.” jj hisses.

“did you at least kiss and make up?” 

glancing at each other with the same hatred as before. 

“no. now get us out of here before i drown her in the lake.”

“drop dead, carrera.”

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 ꕤ

Choi Soobin x fem!reader: phone sex

summary: Being far away from your boyfriend is hard...

warnings: smut, you being a minx, masturbation

word count: 1.3k

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Touring for Soobin had always been exciting but tiring at the same time. He had dreamed of this for so long that he felt guilty for feeling exhausted at times. 

Ever since you started dating him, you always tried to fly with him to support the group in person, but due to your work, lately, it had been nearly impossible to keep up. Him and his group had dates practically all over the world and your boss had been riding your ass, loading you up with pointless paperwork. 

Soobin had just landed in Tokyo, Japan for the show he had the next day. He got inside his room and plopped down on the bed with a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes. 

He sent you a quick text and shoved his phone inside his pocket. Soobin turned on the television to watch some pointless TV shows to soothe his boredom. A couple of minutes later, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and he took it out. 

You: baby

You: did you land safely?

He smiled instantly at seeing your message on his phone. 

Soobin: hello love

Soobin: i did, honey.

Soobin: how are u? Work’s treating u okay?

He waited patiently for your reply.

You: so, so…

You: boss is being an idiot as always, and he’s loading me up with a shit ton of work.

You: i just wanted to go to tokyo with u 🙁

Soobin couldn’t help but giggle like an idiot at the message. He was just so in love with you.

Soobin: my love

Soobin: we’ll have countless opportunities to fly to tokyo together lol

Soobin: next time you get a free week, you’re coming with me

Soobin: or maybe i’ll write a note to your boss to tell him to stop messing with my girl

You: oh god, no, soobin

You: he already hates me without an apparent reason

You: plus…

You: with that cute face you got, you’re not scaring anybody lol

Soobin frowned and pouted like a little kid.

Soobin: i’m not cute

You: yeah you are, you big baby

He chuckled a little and sent you another text.

Soobin: so… what are you wearing, hm?

You: i-

You: i was actually gonna tell you off but…

Soobin’s eyebrows shot up to the crease of his forehead.

You: as we couldn’t really have a proper goodbye

You: i was planning on touching myself before you texted me

His eyes widened like plates and his hands fumbled with his phone. He frantically clicked the call button and placed the phone up to his ear. 

You answered a couple of seconds later and he could hear your giggle.

“You’re bad, you know that?” he asked you and you laughed even harder.

“I know, but I wasn’t lying. In fact, I was just about to stick my hand inside my panties and touch myself when you texted me, baby” you said with a sultry voice.

Soobin closed his eyes and clenched them. “You’re making this very hard for me, babe” he mumbled.

“Oh, am I?” you giggled. “Tell me, are you, now? Did the image of me touching myself because you’re not here made your dick hard, hm?”

Soobin looked down at his jeans and saw the tent forming there. “Yeah, I am” he moaned, undoing the buttons of his pants to find some comfort. “Are you gonna touch yourself for me?” he asked you.

You let out a hum. “I don’t know… do you want me to?” you whispered to him, playing hard to get. 

He could bet his whole fucking money you were biting your lip as you said that. You little minx.  

“Of course I fucking want you to” he rushed out. He gripped the tent inside his boxers and let out a whimper. “Please touch yourself. God, I fucking miss doing that”

He heard you shuffling on the other side and after a few seconds of silence, he heard you moan. 

“I’m so wet for you Soobin” your breathy voice made his eyes roll back. 

He quickly pulled down his boxers and gripped his cock, his thumb rubbing his mushroom tip, collecting the drops of pre cum oozing out of his slit. 

“What would you do if I was there with you?” you asked, rubbing on your clit, teasing your hole with your fingers.

“Shit… I would- fuck- I would rip off whatever you’re wearing, leave you fucking naked under me. I’d grab your tits, those perfect tits you have and freaking suck them” Soobin growled, his hand jerking himself quicker.

You inserted two fingers inside of you and started moving them in and out of you, curling them and pressing them against your walls, making you mewl and throw your head back against the pillow under your head. 

“Then, I would eat you out. You always taste so good, love” He whimpered, gripping his base and twisting his hand. 

“Yeah?” you moaned, your fingers moving in and out of you quickly.

“Fuck yeah, and after you come, I’d fuck you so hard, you’d only remember my name and only my name” 

You let out a loud moan that made him get closer to the edge. 

“Shit…” he whispered, his hips lifting up in the air to the point he started thrusting them against his hand. 

“Soobin, I’m so, so, so close” you whimpered, kicking your feet.

“Shit… I am too, honey” he whispered. “God, when I come back from this stupid city, you won’t be able to walk for a week, I swear. We’re not leaving the bed until we’re both fucking boneless” 

You let out a high pitched moan and came around your fingers, clenching around them and soaking them completely as you squirted, wetting the bed. 

Soobin jerked himself rapidly and came all over his chest, his cum wetting his hand as it came out in violent spurts. 

He let his head rest on the pillow as he finished himself off and heard you breathing heavily on the other side of the line.

“You okay, honey?” he asked you with a little chuckle.

You laughed back and let out a sigh. “Y-yeah, that was intense, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it was” Soobin said and let out a shaky breath. “I miss you” he simply said, feeling his heart ache about how he wasn’t able to hold you after her made you  orgasm.

You giggled. “I miss you too, my big baby” 

He smiled like an idiot. 

“When are you coming back?” 

“I’m flying home in two days” he replied.

“Oh…” you said and he knew you sounded disappointed. “That’s long”

“I know, I literally want to fly home right now but… duty calls” Soobin said. “But I promise those two days will fly, and we’ll be together in no time”

“I’m counting on it” you replied and he could sense the smile in your tone. “Well, I’ll let you sleep, darling”

“Yeah, good night, babe. Sweet dreams”

“Good night, love you!”

“Love you, too” he smiled and hung up the call. 

Soobin stood up with a sigh and took a quick shower. He couldn’t stop smiling as he rubbed the cum off his stomach and rinsed his hair from the sweat he had gathered from the earth-shattering orgasm he just had.

When he came back to the bed, he saw he had a notification pending on his phone.

Beomgyu: bro

Beomgyu: next time you’re gonna jerk yourself off

Beomgyu: pls give me a heads up or smth so i can put my headphones on on time

── .✦

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[neontokyoo]

(nsfw or not) Halsin (elf form) in heat from bear mating season and dry humps or ferally takes tav? (consented obviously)

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Tav

Genre: smut

Summary: Halsin’s animalistic behavior is too much to bear

Warnings: I’m unable to write rough sex while keeping Halsin in character, rough animalistic sex, this wasn’t proofread because I’m tired and more focused on getting this posted before I forget about it and never do it.

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It was that time of year. Halsin couldn’t stand being around anyone right now. All the different smells in the air were making him fucking crazy. Despite not being an actual bear, the Druid found his bear from becoming a part of him over the past few years. The more time he spends in his bear form, the less control he has over the bear in certain situations. And this was one of those situations.

Running the grove was incredibly hard today. Usually mating season wasn’t a huge pain in his ass. Sure, he was always horny and more sensitive than normal, but usually he was able to handle it on his own. This year, however, was different. Maybe it was because of the new adventurer who had been staying at the grove for a while, while they planned their next move. That sounded about right. Ever since Tav showed up, he’s found it much harder to control the beast within him. He hasn’t been this turned on in over a century.

Halsin let out a frustrated groan as he felt his arousal getting stronger. His cock was rock-hard by now and his pants were painfully tight. How the fuck was he supposed to be in charge here if everyone was looking at him like he just crawled out of hell? Obviously, the tension was visible. In several ways. The way he walked like he had a stick up his ass, the way he was grabbing onto everything when he had to sit down, his grip so tight that his knuckles were changing to a ghostly white color. Everyone could tell something was wrong with him, but nobody said a thing.

It got to the point where his only options were to either talk to Tav about his current situation, or retire to his room for the night and fix it himself. And he found the first option to be too embarrassing. So, the elf went back to his room and began to undo his pants. Gods, just undoing the zipper felt much more comfortable than his cock straining against his pants.

But of course right when he was about to take care of his problem, there was a knock on the door. Halsin groaned out of frustration as he quickly put his pants back on and straightened himself up before opening the door. His body tensed as he saw her waiting on the other side. He wasn’t sure if he could hold back much longer now that she was so close to him.

Tav gave him a concerned look, opening her mouth to speak before he harshly grabbed the girl by her wrist and pinned her to the wall of his room, finally burying his nose in the crook of their neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice even trembling. “I’m sorry, my love… I don’t know what’s happening right now.”

“Halsin, what’s going on?” Tav arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. She wanted to pull away, but her body craved the connection, the intimacy.

Halsin's breathing grew heavier, and he pulled his face from her neck, his eyes flashing green with hunger. "I need you, Tav," he whispered hoarsely, his voice no longer the calm and sweet one she had grown accustomed to. "Please let me have you. I’m sorry, I’m not myself right now.”

Tav hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with his, before nodding. She bit her lip, the anticipation making her body tremble. Halsin wasted no time as he quickly undid her armor, his fingertips brushing against her dampness. Tav shivered as another small moan escaped her lips. She knew exactly what was happening, and maybe Halsin wasn’t the only one acting like a bitch in heat. Her own arousal betrayed her.

"So wet for me," Halsin breathed, his voice thick with lust. He pulled his hand away, continuing to undress her until she was completely exposed before him, then swiftly unbuckled his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. Tav's eyes widened at the sight, her arousal intensifying.

Of course, she and Halsin have been flirting back and forth with each other for a while now, occasionally teasing each other and stealing glances. But she never would have thought she’d be able to have him. Nor did she think it would happen like this.

Halsin hoisted Tav onto the table, spreading her legs wide enough to expose her glistening heat. He positioned himself between them, his cock nudging against her entrance. Tav's hands clenched sage green tablecloth, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Halsin…. Please….”

Halsin's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he took in the sight of Tav's naked body spread out before him on the table. The scent of her arousal filled the air, driving him wild with desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet heat.

"Fuck, Tav," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

Tav cried out, her back arching off the table as she was filled completely by Halsin's thick, hard cock. It stretched her walls deliciously, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The new position made the girl let out a loud, pornographic moan as the elf continued to pound into her, hitting her most sensitive areas while also grinding against her clit.

“Halsin…. Fuck-“

Halsin's hands gripped Tav's hips tightly, his body moving in a primal rhythm as he continued to fuck her. His thrusts grew harder and faster, his muscles straining with each powerful movement. Tav's moans grew louder and more desperate, her nails digging into his back.

Tav's words cut off as the elf's lips crashed onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth in a passionate kiss. Halsin's cock throbbed within her, his animalistic hunger for her not abating. He continued to pound into her, their bodies slapping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony.

Usually, Halsin wouldn’t be so rough if it wasn’t for his animalistic desires that were taking over him. There was just something about Tav that made her absolutely intoxicating, making it incredibly hard for Halsin to control himself.

Tav's mind was spinning, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her. She could feel her orgasm building with each thrust, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her until it was nearly unbearable. She could feel Halsin's own climax approaching as well, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts more desperate.

With a final, powerful thrust, Halsin's body tensed, his cock pulsing deep within her. Wave after wave of his seed filled Tav, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls gripping Halsin tightly as she cried out his name.

Halsin's body shuddered as he continued to fill her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock leaving a trail of cum as it slipped from her slick walls. Tav lay there, panting, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Halsin leaned down to kiss her forehead, his breathing finally starting to even out. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice soft and gentle once more. "But I needed that."

Tav looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't be sorry, Halsin," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment. "I needed it too."

The two of them stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Halsin helped Tav down from the table, wrapping a blanket around her shivering form. They shared a tender kiss, the tension between them dissipating.

[darksigns-exe]

the great escape - noah sebastian x f!reader

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader Warning: Swearing, oral sex (f receiving) Word Count: 1.5k Note: Based on two anon messages from last week's soft boy hours. Masterlist

Convincing Noah to take time off had been hard, but convincing him to actually go away for a while had been even harder. But you’re here now. Two hours away from home in a little town nestled into the mountains. You had sprung the idea on him not long after the band had announced the cancellations in Europe, just to get your boy away from all the chaos at home. A day later you’d packed him, your bags and the dog into your car and set off to a somewhat undisclosed location. You had told him that you wouldn’t be far from home, but your exact destination would remain a secret until you got there. Noah hadn’t been too excited about having to leave his laptop at home, but eventually he’d stopped pouting and instead turned to gazing out of the window at the constantly changing landscape. 

The cabin you had found was located a little ways away from the main part of the town. It was settled between large trees and a whole load of nothing. You’d be undisturbed for the most part. 

Even though you’ve only been here for two days, you’re sure that you could stay here forever. Your normally so structured and planned boyfriend is sleeping in late, rising only when he actually wants to, not when his schedule says he has to. And you’re glad that your plan has worked out. 

You can’t tell what time it is. The sun is already up, but nothing in your body tells you that it’s time to get up yet. Next to you, Noah is still dozing — somewhere between awake and asleep. He looks so peaceful, resting without having to worry about all of the things that needed to be done. 

Eventually, you feel his wandering hands drifting across the side of your body. He’s always touchy, but even more so in recent weeks. You’re lying on your side, mirroring his position. 

“How’d you sleep?” You ask softly. 

In return, you get a stifled yawn. He stretches through it, before he gives a content nod. 

“Haven’t slept this good in ages.”

“I told you needed some time away.” You tut.

Noah lets out a little huffed laugh, “I know. And I’m very thankful that you made me come out here.”

His fingers drift across your cheek, before they gently thread into your hair to pull you in for a kiss. 

“Don’t know what I can do to express just how thankful I am.” He whispers against your lips.

“I’m sure you’ll find something.”

He picks up on your playful tone so effortlessly. 

“I see how it is.” He shakes his head with false hurt, “You only want one thing, huh?”

Noah sits up. His hair is still tousled from sleep, sticking to his forehead in places, and you’re sure that he’s never looked better. This is for you only, no one else gets to see him like this. 

“Lie on your back for me, love?”

You know where this’ll go, and maybe you’re a bit too enthusiastic when you flip over. 

He’s between your thighs in no time. His hands drift up your thighs towards your hips. 

“My gorgeous girl.” he sighs, gazing down at your spread out body before him, “Gonna show you just how thankful I am for you.” 

The shirt you had borrowed last night had already ridden up your body, exposing your lower half almost entirely. Noah pushes it up the rest of the way, giving him access to your tummy. 

You move to take it off entirely, but he’s quick to shake his head. 

“Leave it. Love seeing you in my clothes.” He leans down to press a kiss to your sternum. 

He makes a slow descent down your body. You’re hyper focused on the brush of his lips against your skin. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, urging him towards where you really want him. Not that this slow worship of your form isn’t good. The reverence in every gentle kiss is evident, but it also makes you burn with need for him. 

You swear that you hear him moan when his tongue first makes contact with your folds. Knowing that he gets as much out of this as you do, fills your head with even more fuzz. 

The soft sounds — that are even more muffled now that he’s buried himself against you like this — that fall from him spur you on, but you know that you’ll be in for a long ride. 

Noah is as diligent with this as he is with everything else he does, always dedicated to doing the very best he can. His hands rest against your waist, and you can’t stop yourself from entangling one of your hands with his. You give his hands a squeeze, prompting him to look up at you for a moment. The wide-eyed look on his face sends a shiver down your spine. 

He detaches himself from you just for a brief moment, and even then his lips quickly find the inside of your thigh. You find yourself mirroring the smile on his face. The space around you seems to narrow down until it’s just the two of you. His teeth graze against your skin, and you wince when he gives a more serious bite. Noah lets out a faint chuckle, before he dives back between your thighs. 

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue and fingers on your body. The slow push and pull of pleasure drags you along like the tides of the ocean. 

It’s not long until you feel yourself falling apart for the first time. But you know that it won’t be the last time. Noah will stay here for as long as you let him. With the way he devotes himself to your pleasure, you’d think that he was praying to some long lost deity. He pulls one climax after the other from you. Your whole body shakes with it, trembling with every slow drag of his fingers inside of you. It’s torture in the best way imaginable. You’ve long lost control of the sounds that fall from your lips. In this complete surrender to his attention, you feel as connected to him as you have never felt before. 

Noah retains a tight grip on your hand as he lets you ride out your climax against his face. It’s then that the feeling suddenly becomes too much. You give a rough tug to his hair. At first, he makes no indication of wanting to move away, only when you pull again does he shift back. 

His lips and chin shine with your release, and you catch a glimpse of his tongue drifting across his bottom lip to get another taste. 

“Why’d you —”

“I love you, but it’s — it’s enough. It’s —” 

The pout on his face is quickly replaced by worry. He breaks into a self-satisfied smile when he realises that everything is fine. You toss the shirt he’d discarded when you’d crawled into bed last night towards him. Contrary to what you had expected him to do, he wipes the lower portion of his face with the fabric, before flopping down next to you. 

You fit yourself against him, content to enjoy a few more quiet moments. Surely, you’ve made enough noise to wake Goose up from her slumber. It won’t be long until she’ll come trotting up the stairs to demand her share of attention. 

She lasts another five minutes before you hear the tell-tale yawn. And sure enough, you’re soon greeted by a cold snout pressing against your leg. Your not so little any more rescue worms her way between the both of you, ultimately bringing your alone time to an end. But it’s fine, this is where you feel at home, where you feel safest. This is just for you.

You rest comfortably here for a good while longer, making idle conversation. You try your best to divide your attention between the two of them, knowing that they both have a tendency to get a little pouty when they feel neglected. 

Your conversation moves around your plans for the week, what you’ll have for dinner, perfectly normal and mundane things. For a moment, it feels as if this is all there is to the world. 

Just the three of you, comfortable in this little place, and you wonder if there’s a way you can stay here forever.

By the time your stay nears its end, you find yourself more and more reluctant to go back home. And you can tell that Noah feels similarly here. This is not a viable option, you’re both aware of it. You have duties and responsibilities back in the city. 

You’ve quickly settled into a routine of enjoying the last few rays of sun on the little porch in front of the cabin, and today is no different. You find yourself curled against him, your back to his chest, as you reevaluate the last few days. 

Noah’s the one who words the question first, but you can’t deny that your thought about it too. 

“Do you think we can convince her to sell it?” 

It’s a ludicrous plan. But then again, most of the things you do don’t really follow the expected path.

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[lustychan]

»» Fuck the demon king?! Yes ☆

Cw- Sub muzan, Dom reader, degrading, dick stepping, overstim, gn reader, lil bondage, muzan being a whiny bi*ch.

Having the demon king himself on his knees worshiping, licking and gently biting your soft legs makes you have an even more superiority complex towards him.

Interrupting him by grabbing his black silky hair and bringing him up to your level so you can kiss him rough and hard, biting at his soft lips and gently licking his fangs.

Slowly pulling away you get up and drag him to the futon dropping him down on it, he looks up at you with a hint of annoyance for handling him so roughly but holds his tongue because he doesn't want you to punish him.

You  smirk down at him, "Aww poor demon annoyed hm," you teased him. You instruct him to strip and like a trained dog he did, as soon as he did you pressed your foot down on his aching pathetic cock instantly you received a whine from him you grin a little knowing your the only one who would ever here such noises from him.

You continue to play with his cock while he starts to scratch and grab at your foot a little. "Ngh- stop pressing so hard," basically demanding you with some tears starting to form which compliments his deep crimson eyes. Hearing that you pressed down harder," Who are you to tell me what to do?"

You stared down at him with a blank expression seeing this he doesn't bother to give you a response. You removed your foot from off of him and got down to his level and pushed him down so he was laying flat on his back, from beside you, you picked up a container with a gel like substance and slowly poured it on muzan's soft hole. With gentleness you insert a finger and started moving it around to loosen it "A-ah mmf put in more before you bore me." He said angrily, you stop moving your fingers and looked up at him "Oh I forgot sluts like you like it rough," You instantly shoved a second finger in him and roughly started to finger him actively hitting his prostate, "I just started and you're already a mess not the powerful demon king anymore hm?" You mock him while you stare at him moan and whine at you while trying to slow down your hand but you slap his hand away.

You can see he's about to come so you instantly pull away denying his release. You think it's time to show him some new things you bought for him, you got up and went over to the drawer in the room. He looks at you confused until you come back over and instantly he knew what you had planned, You had bought a new dildo you wanted to try on him because it was very much way bigger than the usual one you used on him.

You flipped him over and put him in a doggy style position slowly you started to move the tip over his puckerd hole and slowly inserted it but pulled it out just so you could tease him, "H-hurry and insert it you stupid human, " he cursed at you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting you started to insert it, immediately he was squirming which made you annoyed so you grabbed his neck and kept him in place while you thrusted in and out of his tight hole.

"Ah- fuck oh fuck slow down ngh i-it's too much" he whines out to you but you know he can take it do you go even faster. He's moaning out to you calling out your name, " Y/n! Ahh- hahh mmmph," you just gently kiss at his and shoulder and left hickeys on his milky pale skin "Shh- Shhtop for a m-minute." He's already fucked dumb by you, his eye's bearly being focused on anything with his tongue sticking his fangs on full display, it made you want to destroy his ass more.

While in thought about that Muzan cums his thick white sperm making the futon dirty, you flip him over on his back and coldly asked him, "Did I say you can cum? Hm you even got the futon dirty with your filthy sperm." You let out a sigh, "Now I have to punish you but you would enjoy it do no matter." You smirked and went to get ropes and tied up his hands and feet, in that moment Muzan felt a little fear in his stomach.

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Hours have passed of you you tormenting muzan his tip was an angry red, cum all over his stomach from you over stimulating him, red and purple markings and handprints all over his body. His hole was ruined, loose and wet his eyes bearly keeping open with tears all over his place with some drool escaping his plump lips. It was really a sight to see the demon king so unguarded, unbeknownst to him a certain rainbow eyed demon was watching but you knew and planned to give him a visit too.

[strnilolover]

how did adhd!reader and chris or matt meet? (you choose which boy)

yk what let’s do both cause why not

Chris … You weren’t even supposed to be at the party. But, you somehow drug your friends along to some random house throwing this giant party that caught your eye. They kept telling you it was a bad an idea — you didn’t even know who’s house this was. But, you weren’t focused on that — not until it came to trying to socialize with random people.

You sipped on your drink, wandered through the house, and even made awkward small talk with a few people. But eventually, you escaped to the backyard for some air.

That’s when you saw it. A ping pong table.

It wasn’t just any ping pong table — it was set up with plastic cups arranged in a triangle at each end, a clear sign that an intense game of beer pong was in progress.

You didn’t even think before walking over.

“Hey, can I try?” you asked, interrupting a tall guy with messy hair who was mid-throw. He froze, blinking at you like you’d just asked him to solve a math problem. “What?”

“Beer pong,” you said, pointing at the table. “Can I try? I’ve never played before, but it looks fun.” The guy — Chris, as someone nearby called him — narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. He was cute, annoyingly so, with that effortless “I don’t care” attitude that made him stand out in the crowd.

“You’ve never played beer pong?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Nope,” you said, popping the P with a grin. “But I’m really good at making random shots with, like, crumpled-up paper or popcorn, so I figure this can’t be much different, right?” Chris smirked, setting his cup down. “Alright, newbie. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You picked up the ping pong ball, your hands slightly jittery from excitement. Focus wasn’t exactly your strong suit, but in that moment, the world narrowed to the ball, the cups, and Chris’s teasing smirk. You threw the ball — and missed. By a lot. Chris burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help but join in, doubling over as the ball rolled across the grass.

“Okay, so maybe it’s a little harder than it looks,” you admitted, straightening up. “Ya think?” Chris teased, still grinning. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

He grabbed another ball and lined up his shot, sinking it perfectly into one of the cups. The small crowd around the table cheered, and Chris turned to you with a cocky grin.

“See? It’s all about precision,” he said, miming a slow-motion throw for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, show-off. One more try.”

This time, you aimed carefully, sticking your tongue out in concentration. You threw the ball — and it bounced off a cup and into someone’s drink. The crowd groaned, but Chris was laughing so hard he had to clutch his side. “That… was the worst shot I’ve ever seen,” he said between gasps. “But, honestly, 10 out of 10 for creativity.”

“Hey, I said I’d try, not that I’d be good,” you shot back, crossing your arms. Chris leaned against the table, his grin softening. “You’re funny. Annoying, but funny.”

“And you’re cocky, but surprisingly nice,” you replied with a smirk.

From that moment on, the two of you kept bantering back and forth, and by the end of the night, Chris was dragging you into more games—not because you were good (you were terrible), but because he liked how you made him laugh.

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Matt … Matt had decided to take a walk through the park, his headphones on and hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. It was his go-to way to relax, soaking in the quiet hum of nature. He hadn’t planned on meeting anyone, least of all you.

The first sign of chaos was the bright pink kite, spiraling wildly through the air like it had a mind of its own. Matt noticed it out of the corner of his eye, just as it smacked against a tree branch, dangling pathetically.

“Ugh, no, no, no! Come on!” you groaned loudly — maybe too loud. Matt turned toward the voice and saw you, jogging toward the tree with a determined expression, your hair slightly disheveled and a spool of tangled string clutched in your hands.

“Stay here,” you muttered to the kite, like it could hear you. “Don’t go anywhere. Not that you can…”

You didn’t notice Matt watching as you grabbed the lowest branch, trying to pull yourself up. “Need help?” he called out, his tone amused.

You froze, halfway through an awkward climb, and turned to see him standing a few feet away. His dark hoodie, slight smirk, and steady gaze made him look effortlessly cool—so naturally, you immediately blurted out the most chaotic thing you could think of.

“Nope! Got it under control!” you said, though your foot slipped slightly as you spoke. Matt raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Because it really looks like you’re about to fall out of that tree.”

“I’m not gonna fall,” you insisted, though your grip tightened. “Probably.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “You sure? I can just grab it for you.” You sighed dramatically, giving up your pride. “Fine. But if you fall, that’s on you.”

Matt smirked, rolling his eyes. “Noted.” With an easy jump, he grabbed the branch and climbed up just enough to free the kite. He handed it down to you, brushing a few leaves off his hoodie as he hopped back to the ground.

“There. Crisis averted,” he said, smiling softly. You looked at the kite in your hands, then back at him. “Wow. I don’t know whether to thank you or feel embarrassed.”

“Both?” he teased, shoving his hands in his pockets. You laughed, your smile wide and genuine. “Okay, fair. Thanks, uh…”

“Matt,” he said, nodding slightly. You smiled, introducing yourself as well. “Didn’t mean to get the kite all stuck in the tree — i haven’t tried to fly one of these in a long time.”

He chuckled. “Well, you definitely made my walk more interesting.” You chuckled. “Glad I could entertain,” you said with a mock bow. Then, biting your lip, you added, “Hey, uh, since you saved the day and all… you wanna help me actually fly this thing?”

Matt tilted his head, considering. “You’re not worried I’ll run off with it?” You snorted. “Pfft. I’d chase you,” you said confidently.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Alright, let’s do it.” The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon trying (and failing) to keep the kite in the air. By the time the sun started setting, Matt was laughing more than he had in weeks, and you were certain you’d just met someone who might make your life a little brighter.

© strnilolover