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[jununy]

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[iron-galliant]

So yall wont see me reblog or post anything here for a while as im going through a mental health crisis, im trying to fix it but if anyone wanted to help w bills, food, or hopefully money to cover antidepressants that would be cool

Pictures of cute animals would also be cool. I dont know my mental state is absolute shit rn.

[delusionalbitchh]

I hate asking for help but my pups medical bill is just too much for me and I want her to get better so bad Im sorry

[hongcherry]

stuck with you || c.sc (m)

Your road trip takes a turn for the worst and leaves you stranded during a winter storm. It's not long until the car gets chilly, but luckily for you, your boyfriend has an idea to keep you both warm.

❄️ Pairing: boyfriend!Seungcheol x Reader (afab)

❄️ Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Established relationship

❄️ Warnings: Pet names (baby, baby girl, princess, angel), unprotective sex (dont be like them), fingering, breast play, creampie, dirty talk, car sex so technically exhibitionism, reader is slightly inexperienced/shy (not a virgin tho)

❄️ Word Count: 3.7k

❄️ Project: @k-vanity's event. Prompt is "snow day/snowed in".

❄️ Author's Note: Honestly, I'm not sure about this one aha. This was meant to be posted last holidays, but I never got it finished in time. Now, I rushed it to meet this deadline sdfk;bjfdlsk. So... Please be kind 🥲

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Your idea of a mini road trip was going well. You were sharing memories with your sweet boyfriend, who you had dragged with you, filled with laughs and a few forced smiles. Sure, Seungcheol was grumbling fifty percent of the time, but the other fifty percent was genuine happiness… Well, he slept for fifteen percent so that other fifty wasn’t accurate. Nevertheless, you weren’t going to let his party-pooping butt rain on your parade.

However, what did ruin your parade known as a road trip was when your car started to break down in the middle of a snowy night. Unsurprisingly, Seungcheol let a few expletives slip from his pout. His hand was wavering in different directions as he lectured the car for being “a complete waste of a fucking car.” You would have found it amusing if it weren’t for the fact you were about to be stranded in a deserted area.

“Hurry and call for a pickup before either of our phones dies,” Seungcheol instructs as the car begins to slow to a stop.

You oblige quickly, looking up a local towing company and giving them a call. Unfortunately, it’s going to take a couple of hours to arrive due to the bad weather. Seungcheol curses once more before locking the already-locked doors, yanking out the keys, and tossing them onto the dashboard.

“We should have stayed at the hotel one more night like I said,” he huffs with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring out into nothing. Both of you are sitting in the dark as you let the situation sink in. Guilt is forming in your chest.

“I just wanted to get to the next city by the morning so we could see the festival,” you mumble. Seungcheol knows this already, but you feel it necessary to explain again. You didn’t anticipate or wish for this to happen.

Hearing your dejected voice, Seungcheol’s body relaxes as he turns to look at you. “I know, baby,” he sighs.

“Let’s move to the back so that we can be more comfortable,” he suggests. You’re about to open the door when he stops you suddenly. “Climb in from here. We don’t want the cold air in.”

“Oh, right,” you say sheepishly. It’s warm now since the heater was on before the car shut off.

Carefully, you squeeze through the seats to sit in the back. Once you’re seated, Seungcheol follows suit. He reaches back into the trunk and digs out the blanket you had packed.

He pulls you into his lap, wrapping the blanket around you. You tuck the ends of it behind Seungcheol so he can hold it in place with his back.

“I’m sorry I made you feel bad,” he speaks softly with a deep exhale.

You shake your head. “You didn’t—”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he chuckles and rubs his hands up and down your clothed thighs. “I’m just tired and grumpy.”

“Hm,” you hum and give him a small smile. “You are tired and grumpy.”

“Tired and grumpy Seungcheol is sorry,” he says, lips pursing in a tiny pout and voice slightly higher.

Giggling, you hit his chest playfully. “You’re forgiven.”

“Good. I hate when my baby’s mad at me.”

“I wasn’t,” you reply. “Now, go to sleep, Cheollie,” you smile.

Seungcheol nods, bringing you down for a quick kiss before he wraps his arms around your body. You lean forward to lay against him. With the warm air, blanket, and his heated body, you’re feeling hot; however, you know the temperature is going to drop soon.

As expected, the car grows chilly within thirty minutes.

You wake from your slumber with a shiver. Seungcheol’s head is leaned against the headrest, breathing evenly as he sleeps. You reach up and softly graze his cheek. It’s cold under your touch. Frowning, you cup his face to heat his skin. He stirs for a second and then flutters his eyes open.

“Are they here?” he questions, referring to the towing people.

Shaking your head you say, “No, you were just cold.”

“I’m okay,” he replies even though his body shivers as soon as the words come out. “You’re cold?”

“A little,” you confess. You let your hands leave his cheeks and land on his shoulders gently.

Seungcheol’s eyes roam your face, taking in the occasional shakes of your body from the low temperature.

“I have an idea,” he replies belatedly.

“For?”

“To make you less cold.”

“Oh?”

You stare at him in confusion. You figure he’s going to grab the second blanket in the trunk, but instead, he grips your hips and slides your body against his crotch.

“Oh,” you gasp, face warming at the implication. “But we’re in public.”

Seungcheol shrugs. “In the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm. I doubt anyone is going to come this way.”

You hold his shoulders firmly when he rolls his hips under you. The action has him rubbing your clit briefly. You tighten your grip on him.

“The towing people,” you explain, trying not to focus on Seungcheol’s movements.

“You said they’d be here in a few hours. I don’t need a few hours to get you to cu—”

“Cheol!” you scold his language. Seungcheol just smiles. “I thought you wanted to get warm. Not… that.”

He clears his throat and stops grinding against you.

You bite your lip to suppress the whine that wants to come out. His actions had felt good, and you admit silently you were feeling warmer as your body became aroused.

“Right. I mean, I don’t need a few hours to get you warmed up,” he corrects innocently.

“I’m not sure,” you answer hesitantly. “Cuddling works too.”

You’re not too experienced—Seungcheol having been your first a few months ago—so having sex in such an exposed space feels like you’re skipping some imaginary steps.

He gives you a reassuring smile. “Then cuddles it is. Let me get the other blanket.”

Seungcheol moves to reach backwards. With his back no longer holding the blanket, it pools around the both of you. The cold air hits your body, causing you to shiver again. Even with the second blanket, you will only be warm for a little bit before the coldness consumes you again. You could say the same about what Seungcheol proposed, but at least you would have more fun.

You stare at him as he gathers both blankets and wraps them around you again.

“What?” he asks when he sees the flint in your eyes.

“M-maybe I’ve changed my mind,” you say a little nervously.

“Oh?” he wonders. “You don’t have to. I’m really okay with just cuddling.”

Your hands on his shoulders slowly slide down until they rest flat on his chest. You can feel his heart pumping quicker as the seconds tick by.

“I-I just don’t want to go to jail,” you say.

Seungcheol grins, rubbing up and down your arms to warm them. “Like I said, I don’t think anyone is going to catch us, and the snow will slow down the towing people. Plus, I’m sure Soonyoung and Seokmin will come bail us out.”

You huff at his last sentence. “Why them?”

“Because if they can’t do it the normal way, at least they can cause a big enough distraction so we can escape.”

“Babe,” you whine. You don’t like the thought of being a fugitive.

“Relax, angel,” Seungcheol chuckles. “It’ll be fine, but you don’t hav—Hmph!”

Not wanting to repeat the conversation, you lean forward as he’s talking and press your lips on his.

Seungcheol grips your arms in shock but soon eases his hold once he gets his bearings. His hands move to your waist and pull you closer until your arms fold against his chest from the close proximity.

With a surge of boldness, you wiggle your arms away and readjust to grab onto the seat behind him for leverage. He moans into the kiss when you start circling your hips against his.

“Just shut up and get me warm,” you mumble into the kiss.

Seungcheol smiles against your lips as he nods. His cold hands slip under your shirt to push your bra up. He doesn’t want to get you completely naked since it’s cold, so this will do.

You sigh softly when he gropes your breasts, massaging them gently. The contact heats your body blissfully.

He pulls away from the kiss to look at you. “Feeling better already?”

“A little,” you reply meekly.

Seungcheol gives one last squeeze to your breasts before pushing your shirt up. A gasp leaves your mouth when the cold air hits your bare torso. You try to pull the material down, but he keeps a firm grip on it.

“Kinda wanna press you against the window like this,” he murmurs.

“C-Cheol!” you scold.

“What?” he asks, suppressing his wicked grin.

“People will for sure see us then! Plus,” you begin to pout more, “it’ll be cold.”

“You’ll warm up when I start fucking that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your face heats at his vulgar words. You’re not used to people speaking in such a way, but you can’t deny the way your walls tighten in anticipation.

“Think about it,” he suggests, then leans down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples.

Your lips part at the sudden difference in temperature on your chest. Seungcheol’s warm mouth feels so good.

Your hands move to play with his hair, fingers tugging on the strands occasionally.

Seungcheol pulls you closer to him as his eyes flutter close. He’s licking and sucking your nipple like it’s his favorite way to pass time. The sight itself makes you moan.

You can feel Seungcheol’s bulge press against your core, which makes your arousal pool in your underwear more. Hesitantly, you start grinding your hips against him. Though when Seungcheol hums against your chest and pulls away with a soft pop, you stop moving. Your hands fall away from his hair to land on his shoulders.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Make yourself feel good,” he reassures, giving your lips a quick kiss for encouragement.

“I-Is this right?” you question, moving your hips again albeit a bit slower.

He grins. “Whatever makes you feel good is right. Do you feel good right now?”

“I—kinda.”

“Kinda? Is there something else you want?” he asks, carefully pulling your shirt down and cupping your face.

Your eyes dart away from his brown ones. It seems you used all your bold moves earlier.

Seungcheol begins to glide his thumb across your cheeks lovingly.

“Show me what you want,” he instructs gently and offers one of his hands.

You glance at it. Seungcheol has used this tactic several times in the past. It’s a way for you to take charge in your own way. It isn’t that he makes you uncomfortable, but it takes time to get used to things you’ve never experienced before.

You’re grateful Seungcheol is so understanding. Some of your exes became exes for being the opposite.

Taking his hand, you push it down until it rests against his crotch.

Seungcheol smiles. “My good girl just wants to get to the main course, hm?”

His light attitude lessens your nervousness.

“Need to feel you,” you murmur.

“I need to feel you too, baby girl,” he agrees and leans up to capture your lips.

You lax at the feeling of his plush lips, hands sliding down his arms to play with his shirt. Seungcheol eases your mouth open so he can slip his tongue inside as he grabs your wrists. He guides your hands under his shirt slowly. You feel his abs tense momentarily at the cool touch of your skin.

Once your hands are settled against his chest, he releases you. You take the opportunity to rub your hands along his torso, enjoying the feel of his strong muscles beneath your palms.

After a while, you finally pull away with a gasp.

“You give the best kisses,” Seungcheol compliments.

You grin. “I’ve gotten better?”

“You were never bad to begin with,” he chuckles. “But yes, you have improved.”

Your smile grows at his words.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he huffs as if it’s too much for him to bear.

“Now, we better hurry before help arrives,” he says and gently lays you back on the car seats.

The blankets get tangled, but Seungcheol pulls them away and leaves them on the floorboard. You supposed you don’t need them at the moment anyway.

Seungcheol nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and starts kissing your skin. His hands grab ahold of your sweatpants and pull them down. Before you can complain about the coldness, one of his hands slither between your legs to circle your clit.

“Gotta’ prep you a bit, okay? Then I’ll give you want, angel.”

You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Seungcheol continues to pepper kisses against your neck, but you can tell his attention is elsewhere.

His fingers glide down and slip between your folds.

“I could slide in so easily right now with how wet you are,” he moans.

“T-then do it,” you say,

He shakes his head. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Carefully, he slides one finger inside your dripping hole.

You bite your lip and remind yourself to relax.

Seungcheol stops kissing and simply rests his head against your shoulder. His eyes are closed as he pumps the single digit a few times before adding a second. You moan softly, legs spreading a little wider despite the small space.

“Doing okay?” he asks after a while.

“Yes,” you reply. “More, please.”

Seungcheol nods and slips in a third finger. However, not long after, he adds a fourth. He moves them slowly, not seeing the need to speed up when he’s saving that for later.

A gasp escapes at the stretch. It feels good, but each pump of his fingers makes you eager for his cock.

“Cheol,” you beg.

“Okay,” he says and removes his fingers. He brings them to his mouth and licks up your arousal. The lewd sight makes you want to look away, but you’re also mesmerized by how satisfied Seungcheol looks.

“When we get to the hotel, I’m going to eat you out for hours. You taste so fucking good,” he groans, then pushes his sweatpants down.

You turn your head and bite your lip. Seungcheol laughs and leans over you, arms caging you in.

“That a yes, princess?”

You peep at him and nod. “Yes.”

“That a girl,” he praises and pecks your lips.

“Just tell me if it hurts, okay?” he asks while aligning his tip to your entrance.

You nod, used to him saying that, but you know he means it.

Seungcheol waits for a second before easing inside. He slides in smoothly from how soaked you are. A small mewl comes from you. Although he prepped you, he’s still big and stretches you more than his fingers did.

As usual, the first few seconds are… indescribable. It doesn’t hurt as much, but you still need to get used to his size. The stretch is a mix of pleasure and pain—though the pleasure is more prominent.

“Oh, fuck,” Seungcheol curses while pushing more of his length inside.

“Feels good, Cheol,” you moan when he presses himself fully against you.

Seungcheol eyes flicker from where you’re connected to your eyes.

“Tell me when,” he instructs and rests his forehead on yours.

A minute ticks by until you tell him he can move. Seungcheol doesn’t waste another second and starts slowly gliding in and out of you. The sensation causes you to fill the car with your whimpers.

The coldness in the car seems to fade away with each thrust. The windows are fogging up and it’s getting a little stuffy; however, your focus is solely on Seungcheol’s cock rubbing against your walls heavenly.

His pace eventually increases as you relax more. He continues for some time until a certain sharp snap of his hips has you crying out.

“Shit, I—” Seungcheol begins to apologize.

“Again, Cheol. Please. Again.”

“A-are you sure? Did I hurt you?” he questions.

“No,” you beg with a cry. “Need that again.”

“Fuck, okay, baby,” he rasps.

Seungcheol pulls out most of the way then slams his hips forward. You gasp his name and clench around him. It’s a sight he wants to capture in his mind forever.

The heat in the car has increased and sweat beads are forming on both of your bodies.

You tug off your shirt and bra to get some air.

Seungcheol moans at the sight of your exposed breasts and moves a hand to grip one. He massages it in his hand and continues to snap his hips. He feels like he’s losing his mind slowly at how good you feel wrapped around him, but he wants to try something different.

“Come here, angel,” he huffs and pulls out.

Your lips dip down as you whine at the emptiness. Seungcheol coos at you, adjusting positions so he’s sat with you above him. He discarded both of your sweatpants fully in the process. He then guides his hard cock between your legs and slowly eases you down.

You moan loudly as your pussy gets filled once more. Your hands clutch his shoulders for stability and try not to get nervous at the new position. It’s not often you’re on top.

Sensing your worry, Seungcheol gives you a reassuring massage on your hips.

“I’ll guide you, okay?”

You nod.

Seungcheol smiles, lifting you until his tip remains then pushing you back down carefully.

Your eyes drift from his face to where you both connect. Seeing how his cock disappears makes you clench around him. The sight is arousing, and a sense of pride fills your chest seeing how much easier you can take him now.

Without realizing it, your hips begin to move. You start with the pace Seungcheol has set but gradually move faster. You become addicted to the feel of his cock against your walls and need to feel it more.

It’s not until your thighs start to burn that you slow in realization.

“Don’t slow down,” Seungcheol groans, eyes hooded as he rests his head back on the seat. “Fucking me so good, baby. I knew you could do it.”

“A-are you close?” you question, a little shy.

He hums while nodding.

“Keep moving,” he says, guiding your hips up and down. Seeing how fucked out he is spurs your movements to quicken. Eventually, Seungcheol’s hands relax on your body while he watches you bounce on his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses lowly, eyes taking in your body above his. Your tits look so good and your pussy feels so tight.

Unable to stop himself, he grips your hips firmly and starts thrusting upwards.

You gasp, mouth hanging open as he chases his high. The sound of skin slapping skin feels loud in your ears, but part of you loves it. You love hearing and feeling how fast he’s sliding his cock in you. You love knowing you’re making him feel so good.

Seungcheol slams into your once more, a guttural groan escaping his mouth as his cum fills your insides. He gives you a few more shallow thrusts before he stills completely. His breathing is labored, and his eyes are shut as he floats back down.

You try not to move, but your orgasm is near, and you need a release.

Seungcheol’s eyes peel open after a few more seconds.

“You need help, angel?” he asks when he sees you trying not to squirm.

You pull your lower lip between your teeth and nod.

Seungcheol plants a kiss on your forehead, then adjusts your bodies. He leans against one of the doors while sitting you between his legs, back to his chest. He hooks one of your legs over his to spread you open. You’re so focused on Seungcheol that it doesn’t cross your mind how exposing the position is from the opposing window’s view.

Seungcheol runs his hands down your body, briefly squeezing your breasts before he slides them between your legs. He circles your clit with one hand and uses the other to slide into your dripping hole. He pumps his fingers a few times before pulling out to look at his hand.

His digits are covered with a mix of your arousal and his cum. The sight makes you squeeze your legs and for Seungcheol to moan deeply behind you.

“So messy just for me,” he murmurs, then plunges his fingers back into your cunt.

He moves both his hands quickly, bringing forth your impending orgasm.

“Play with your tits, baby,” Seungcheol rasps. “Don’t forget to make yourself feel good.”

You adhere to his request and bring your hands to squeeze your breasts. Your head falls back against his chest, moans spilling out of you nonstop as you pinch and fondle yourself while Seungcheol continues to circle and pump his fingers.

Seungcheol’s name falls from your mouth incoherently as you climax, your body slightly jerking in his hold as pleasure washes over your body.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he praises in your ear. His fingers still move quickly until he feels you start to relax.

Seungcheol angles your face so he can kiss you. He holds you close, one hand pressing against your tummy while the other keeps your head in place. The kiss is sloppy, but neither of you care.

“You still cold?” he teases after he pulls away.

“No,” you mumble, hiding your face from him.

He laughs and leans down to grab your clothes. “If you are, we can go another round.”

“M-maybe we should wait. The towing people should be here soon,” you say.

Seungcheol nudges you and mumbles, “Arms.”

You comply, lifting your arms slightly so he can put on your clothes. He kisses your shoulder blade after he’s done. You both slide on your sweatpants again, then cuddle once more.

About fifteen minutes pass when bright lights shine nearby.

The worker eyes you both—taking in the fogged windows and disheveled clothing. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. Nevertheless, they say nothing and get started with trying to fix the vehicle.

Maybe the road trip didn’t go as planned, and maybe you’ll miss the festival, but at least you had some fun nonetheless.

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[chrissdollie]

Dragon King Bakugo x Dragon Queen reader please it’s for my soul 😭😭😭

i totally understand, i feel like i don’t see enough of these 😭 16 - dragon king x dragon queen a/n: lowkey this was kinda short and im not too proud of it but ill edit it later and try to fix it wc: 964

"the queen is pregnant!" "she's carrying a baby" "i wonder how the king feels.."

whispers and gasps were shared throughout the kingdom. they were extremely excited to have an heir to the throne. however, nobody was as joyful as katsuki bakugou, their king. he made sure that you were extra pampered and satisfied with everything.

"your highness, perhaps you'd feel better if you laid down-" your close friend suggested as you strutted around the palace. "nonsense, i feel fine, ejirou." you rubbed your belly and sat down on the throne.

katsuki rubbed your back with his thumb. "hmph, alright. whatever you say." he shrugged. ejirou towered above you, waiting for any sort of orders from you or your husband. "go alert the maids to run a warm bath, red." katsuki waved him off, shooing him away. ejirou, nodded. "of course, sir." and walked away.

"we'll hold a gathering tomorrow morning, how does that sound, my dear?" katsuki kneeled in front of you on his knees, holding both of your hands. you smiled down at him, fixing his necklaces. you hummed in response. "what're we gonna name him?" katsuki wondered aloud.

you giggled, "how do you know it'll be a boy?" you threaded your fingers through his soft blonde hair, with one hand resting on your stomach. he smirked, "mm, just have a feelin', baby."

the next morning, you awoke in your large bed, covered in expensive furs. you yawned and got ready for the gathering of your kingdom. everyone was probably squirming with curiosity. "my queen, it's time." a servant entered your room. your husband was already dressed, his furs on his back and jewelry in place.

"they can wait." katsuki grunted, nudging you to pull your hair up. you were sitting at your divine vanity and katsuki stood behind you while holding your matching dragon tooth necklace. the servant bowed and left as he laid the necklace around your neck and clipped it in the back. you let your hair down and sighed.

katsuki quirked an eyebrow. "what's wrong, sweetheart?" he rubbed your shoulders, his eyes full of worry. "nothing, 'm just tired." you leaned into his touch, feeling secure. he nodded, kissing your head before grabbing your hand to pull you up.

"it'll be quick, i promise." he held his arm out for you to grab, which you obliged. "i want to visit the dragons afterwards, i haven't seen them in a while!" you exclaimed, latching onto his side. he chuckled at your anxiousness. "i'll make sure the carriage'll be ready."

the kingdom cheered as the two of you stepped out of the palace, waving to all. servants surrounded you as you sat in your thrones. bakugou sighed, rolling his eyes. "hey losers." the crowd erupted at their kings usual rudeness, figuring it was a joke. "my queen, does it hurt?" a lady yelled out to you. you grinned and shook your head. "no, not much."

"how do you feel about the child, my king?" someone called out. katsuki leaned back in his throne. the crowd was silent, waiting for his answer. "what do you think, idiot? i'm the one who got her pregnant." he huffed, giving you a look that said "is he stupid or what?"

"how the hell are we supposed to know that the kid'll be a man?" a somewhat old man spat, crossing his arms. some of the crowd nodded along, agreeing with the man's words.

"you dare speak to your king in that tone??" mina growled, challenging the fool who spoke. katsuki's eyes burned daggers into the man. your face, however, was nonchalant. "i doubt i'll push a full grown man out." you chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "besides, we dont need to have a boy. the times have changed, my friends."

"no one wants a girl!" the same idiot from before yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure he was heard. "THIS IS WHY YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU, KURAI!" mina pointed out furiously. oh, this took a turn. you mentally wanted to laugh at the comment from mina, but that wouldn't be very polite. however, kingdom drama was surely a very funny topic.

"ooo"'s were sprung throughout the audience, as some began to argue. katsuki was about to burst, you could tell. you covered your ears in preparation. "SILENCE YOU BASTARDS." he jumped up from his throne, feeling enraged. the crowd went quiet (again). some whispers and mumurs spread around, waiting for someone to speak.

a little girl raised her hand and you recognized her immediately. your eyes lit up at the sight. "hello, eri!" you waved sweetly with a toothy grin. she cheesed, waving back. "hihi, y/n-san!"

her caretaker aizawa lifted her up to sit on his shoulders before she talked to you. "how are babies made?" she lifted her finger to the corner of her mouth, eyes filled with wonder. you were slightly taken aback from the question, but katsuki burst into laughter.

"great question, kid. well when a mommy and daddy love each other very very much," he started with his hands behind his head. you cut in quickly. "uh, well, the dragons deliver the baby to the momma and daddy's door, eri."

katsuki shook his head, rolling his eyes. eri had seemed satisfied with your answer and nodded her head. ejirou stepped forward, holding his hand up. "that concludes the gathering, everyone. please have a lovely day." he wrapped up, clapping his hands to get as arms went down and groans were heard.

you stood up from your throne with katsuki as he held your hand. "classic kurai, always starting problems." you joked, resting your head on katsuki's shoulder. he huffed. "i hate that bitch." you nodded back.

"can we go see my kids now?"

a/n: to the noonie who sent be the hello kitty x spider-man trope thing, thats coming soon! :3

[hearts4golbach]

Keep Quiet.

Johnnie Guillert x Fem!Reader.

smut.

submission: thigh riding with johnnie pls 🙏

whenever johnnie got on his PC to play games with his friends, it was always when i needed him the most.

i laid in our shared bed, my legs crossed as i tried to prevent my mind from wandering and getting myself even more worked up.

his hands touching every part of my body, especially where i needed him the most.

but i quickly shook the thought, attempting to focus on the text i was going to respond to. it was no use, i couldnt think straight.

i took a deep breath and sighed, getting johnnies attention unintentionally.

"you okay, baby?" he asked, removing his headset off of one ear.

"yeah, just.." i hesitated, my eyes gliding over his body, "bored."

"come sit with me," he offered, "sorry, talking to my girlfriend."

i obliged, desperate to feel his touch in any way i could. i left my phone on the charger. i sat on the left-hand side of his lap, leaning back onto his shoulder. one arm wrapped around me and gripped the controller.

he continued talking to his friends as i stopped blocking out my thoughts. i adjusted, squirming in an attempt to relieve some of my tension.

"you okay?" he asked, covering the microphone.

i met his gaze, glancing down to his lips. "yeah."

"tell me if you need anything."

"youre fine, babe. play with your friends," i smiled, leaning my head back on his shoulder.

i turned towards his neck, kissing it gently. he glared down at me and cleared his throat mid sentence before continuing whatever he was saying. i didn't care enough to listen to anything besides his moans at the moment. i sucked on his neck gently, leaving light hickeys wherever my lips had touched. his fingertips gripped into my waist. i gently pressed down into his thigh, letting out a moan low enough only he could hear. i could see as he grew harder by the second, trying to focus on the game so as not to alarm his friends.

he covered his microphone once more. "turn around." he whispered before adjusting.

i did as he instructed, turning around and placing myself on his thigh.

"go ahead, love. ill help you out when im done." he placed a passionate kiss on my lips before returning to the game.

i grinded slowly. he kept glancing over, watching as i pleased myself on his thigh. my mouth formed the shape of an O as a low moan escaped my mouth.

"you need to stay quiet. i dont want these guys to hear your pretty moans." his hand squeezed my thigh and returned back to the controller.

i bit my lip, holding back the whimpers that threatened to escape my lips. his hand slid up my neck, gripping it gently and pulling me in to kiss me.

"youre doing so good," he whispered on my lips, "dont cum until i tell you."

i nodded quickly as i quickened my pace. i gripped his thigh for balance. "johnnie-" i moan.

his hand quickly covers my mouth as he shushes me, "Be a good girl, or you'll have to go to bed just like this."

his hand moved from my mouth to my clothed clit, rubbing circles before his match started. i jolted, biting on his shoulder gently. quiet moans filled his open ear, and his friends didnt suspect anything. he removed his hand and placed it back on the controller.

i continued to suck dark love bites on his collar bone as i quickened my pace. i moaned quietly on his skin, sending chills down his spine.

"guys, i think im going to get off after this match." he cleared this throat, his eyes meeting mine. "yeah, i got a lot of shit to do, so," he trailed off. he covered his mic, whispering in my ear, "you think you can hold on a little longer, babe?"

"mhm," my hand moved to his chest. "hurry."

"be patient, its almost over." he replied before uncovering his microphone.

i kept my pace the same, trying to hold on as long as i could. it wasn't enough. I needed him. johnnie put down his controller, saying goodbye to his friends before turning the pc off. his lips crashed onto mine, picking me up and bringing me over to the bed. he laid me on my back, his hands sliding up my shirt and taking off my bra. he slipped my shirt over my head. he gently grabbed my tits, massaging them as he kissed me.

his hand moved to my clothed cunt, rubbing his fingers through my folds gently, "god, youre already so wet."

"you did this to me." i breate out.

he slid my pants off, tossing them somewhere in the room. he moved my panties aside, licking a stripe. i propped myself up on my elbows, holding back a moan.

"you can be as loud as you need, baby," johnnie began to suck on my clit as he slipped one finger inside of me.

i let out a low moan, arching my back. "you feel so good." i was already getting close, the friction just what i needed.

he slipped his second finger in as i whimpered. his mouth flew back to my clit, sucking it before letting it go with a pop. i shuddered, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. "you taste amazing. is this why you wanted to distract me from my friends?" johnnie teased and he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him.

i arched ny back, letting him his a different angle. his fingers thrusted quickly inside of me, allowing a string of lewd moans and curses slip out of my mouth. "oh, fuck. yes, oh my god, yes."

he curled his fingers, sending a wave of plessure through my body. i threw my head bsck, whimpering as he continued. "bein' so good for me, hm?"

i nodded eagerly, "johnnie, im so close."

he replaced his fingers with his tongue, gripping my ass as he lapped up all of my juices. "cum whenever, baby." his tongue massaged my walls as i clenched around him. i came on his tongue, my body going limp as he helped me ride out my high.

he pulled away, taking off his shirt and putting it on me. he laid next to me in the bed, pulling the covers over the two of us. he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

his phone went off, making us both jump. "its okay, check it," i said, groggily.

he nodded and picked up his phone, "they heard you."

[sunlit-mess]

if this question is too much dont feel obligated to answer please! did you ever have symptoms of bpd when you where younger? was it ever confused with Bipolar disorder?

I got people saying I'm bipolar, bpd, or it just trauma. its either they think its just a symptom of trauma or its a whole other disorder. Im supposed to be psych tested soon to figure it out and get on some meds for my episodes. sorry to vent I just wanted to ask

I love your art btw, I think your artistic expression of triggers and episodes is super accurate and I feel super seen scrolling though your page, like I litterally only have tumblr for two people I follow and one of em is you :) have a lovely day and keep inspiring younger artists

Hi, I don't have a recollection of my childhood memories anymore but I can still remember a few (especially junior high),

Probably was around 11-12 yrs old

The earliest symptoms were PARANOIA and separation anxiety- or.. well, abandonment issues

This got worse throughout the ages and developed an OBSESSION- towards a person, but the idea of them 'leaving' or any negative like 'Are they mad at me'/' Are they tired of me'/' Are they going to leave me'/ etc. gets me extremely spiraling and takes big measures on people pleasing. But then bc of paranoia, I tend to TEST people, I get annoying as hell.

If not that, it's the anger out of nowhere, from being devoted to that person to hating that person.

That shit was toxic asf but hey, I wasn't aware of these before.

The only thing that was hard to figure out to make sure shit gets it right was explaining MOOD SWINGS bc it overlaps with other disorders, however bc of how straightforward I was sharing the past experiences, it didn't really conflict much. The only recent thing that got figured out and made more sense is: I'm in the goddamn spectrum 🫠

[dr-spectre]

Introduction Post!

Hey all! I'm Dr. Spectre! (can call me spectre if you wish.) 20 years old, very big yapper and love to discuss topics relating to Splatoon. Sometimes i might switch it up if I'm feeling bored. (E.G. Sonic the Hedgehog or any other gaming franchises)

-MINORS! BE FOREWARNED! SOMETIMES I TALK ABOUT CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU AND I SWEAR A LOT!!! I will give warning if I wanna talk about something not safe for minors. So yeah BE CAREFUL WHEN GOING THROUGH MY BLOG! DO NOT INTERACT WITH POSTS THAT I MARK AS NSFW!!!! OKAY?!?!?!

-Writer & Essayist - Love coming up with various different concepts and ideas and writing them down in any way I can. Sometimes I do analyses on certain things relating to Splatoon or any other gaming franchise I'm very into at the moment!

-I do not reblog other people's posts as I treat this page like a personal diary for me and a way for me to express my thoughts. I dont wanna clutter it with other stuff unless i want to reblog an older post of mine. But feel free to reblog my stuff!!!!!

-Please feel free to ask me anything you want in the ask box! However, that doesn't mean I am obligated to respond to your ask. I may just delete it and move on so keep that in mind.

If you wanna watch a guy go on long tangents, ramble about Splatoon and go into deep dives into the story and writing of Splatoon then feel free to follow! You are allowed to disagree with points and views that i share but you must be respectful and polite about it, if you are i MAY respond and we can have a discussion if you wish!

(also a big callie fan i love her so much omfg ghfjdjsjsj shhhhhh!!!!! Don't tell anyone tehehehe....)

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[ivystoryweaver]

Based on this request from @i-still-dont-like-your-face "I'd be interested in what you'd come up with for 'Making new traditions' for the non-holiday prompt list for any of the moon boys"

^ I wrote 2 answers for this ask. Read the fluffy drabble.

Summary: You and Jake don't celebrate the holidays in his car

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader

Word Count: 805

Content: nsfw, language, smoking, mentions of holidays but reader and Jake don't celebrate (and prefer it that way), oral- m. rec, creampie, car sex/semi-public sex implied

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Years had passed since Jake had even thought about a holiday as anything other than a night to drive people around shit faced from holiday parties. Christmas Eve was no big deal to him and he couldn't remember the last time Steven or Marc celebrated Hanukkah. December was just another month and that was fine by him.

He met you at a Halloween party. He wasn't celebrating that one either - he just wanted to make some good money.

Then he saw you.

You shared his cigarette and fucked him in his back seat. Nothing completely new. Honestly, he never planned to see you again but apparently, you ran in the same shady circles and kept the same ghastly hours.

By late November, you frequented his back seat (and his front seat, and the hood of his car). And you had somehow become the only one.

Jake asked if you had Thanksgiving plans. You told him he could stuff you full.

December rolled around and, honestly, Jake dreaded the thought of being dragged to a holiday gathering of any kind, especially one involving family.

He was a lone wolf.

Except he'd become a bit attached to you.

One night, he was driving you around, when the radio trolled an ancient Yule tide carol.

You groaned and asked to turn the station. Jake smirked to himself, obliging you, secretly pleased that you asked and didn't turn it yourself.

But there was one thing he had to know. "Have any holiday plans?"

"Like you fucking care," you chuckled, dragging your fingers up his inner thigh temptingly.

"I care if it involves me."

"Why would it?" You shrugged him off, boldly cupping his crotch.

He smirked.

"You do any of that shit? Christmas trees, menorahs? Or anything?" His breath hitched as attempted to ignore the trace of your fingertips raking back and forth.

"Or nothing," you flatly returned, rubbing him insistently, feeling him grow hard beneath your palm - the thick weight of him straining against his slacks.

"Don't see the point. December's just a month."

Silence engulfed the cool leather interior of Jake's car as you drove by a huge display of holiday lights.

You didn't even notice them as you popped the button of his trousers and dragged the zipper down.

"Fuck," he groaned as you pushed your fingertips under layers of fabric to find him hard and leaking for you.

Despite that fact that Jake was driving in a populated, holiday-lit area, you unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned over to swirl your tongue over his tip.

"Jesus...I'm driving," he hissed, the reflexive jerk of his hips 'accidentally' pushing his cock up into your waiting mouth.

You sucked hard, holding him inside your hot cavern, giggling around his length as you felt the car swerve and come to a stop.

"Fucking hell," he moaned as you stubbornly wrapped your hand around his base and swallowed his tip, bobbing your head up and down so intensely that Jake's gloved hand slapped the window.

"Mierda," he grunted, his other hand gripping the nape of your neck to shove you down.

You gagged so hard you couldn't think straight, but Jake was finishing what you started, his thick hips bucking up into your mouth deliciously.

You had planned to tease him a little but his gloved grip held you in place. You obliged him, refusing to tap his leg for a breather, loving to feel him lose control.

And he did, right down your throat. You swallowed every hot drop greedily, pulling off his softening member with a pop.

"Well, that was fast," you teased, licking your lips clean from the mess dribbling down them.

"Almost crashed the fuckin' car," he grumbled, stuffing himself back in his pants. Glancing around, he noticed a family of four strolling by, admiring the holiday displays around them.

"Guess we could have picked a better spot," you admitted, noticing how nothing was hidden with lights this bright.

Jake's eyes found yours and he winked.

"We can give 'em a show."

You found yourself laughing, which wasn't something you really ever did in December.

"I think we should," you agreed, climbing across his lap without invitation, and sealing your mouth to his.

Your body melded with his under the bright lights, and you went right on making out until eventually Jake was ready to take you right there in the front seat, not stopping until you both slumped against the seat, exhausted.

"We should do this every December," he joked a while later, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Make it a tradition."

You curled up on his chest, spent and sated.

"You still want me around next December?" You questioned, your voice sounding smaller and more hopeful than you intended.

He cupped your face and turned your gaze up to his. "Yeah. I think I do."

Non-Holiday Prompts - check out this list, OP did a great job with it

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[jaythes1mp]

hii jay !! i dont know if you have noticed my absence for more than a month but i just wish to say happy (advanced) bday to you! tho you want to get it off ur mind, so instead i just want to say how big of a milestone you have reached when i first saw your writing and on god you have produced so many well-written works in such a short span and that's honestly amazing.

you've been one of my first few supporters when i first wrote yan! dc content but you've proven time and time again how much support can affect one person (you alongside many others are a big inspiration for many including me!)

and ive had a fair share of reading your writing (including the one with theodore nott in hp which is one of my favorites) and let me tell you, you write very well! i love the details and descriptions you give for each and every character and how well grounded you turn the setting to be!

oh, and! i read the first part of "here, kitty" and i seriously feel inspired to write something inspired about it tho it's up to you if u wish to hear ideas or not. anyways, this is becoming a very long ramble but i hope ur having a swell day over there in australia and the heat isnt as bad as over here in the Philippines!! ^^

and lastly, this is a reminder to take a break some times if you ever feel overwhelmed and to drink lots of water and to take careee !!

Guys— GUYS! @acid-ixx likes my work!!!!!💚💚💚💚💚💚

Much obliged for the birthday msg🦖

Ong Yael, you and klemen-tine (not @ incase they aren’t comfortable with @‘s) were the reason I started writing again in the first place, I fucking love your work sm you got no idea💚

Honestly dude, you could take a year off and I’d still wait to read all of your work.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I actually hate my Theo work, let’s pretend it never existed🦖🦖 though I am really glad that you enjoyed it💚💚

Pookiebear, I’ll hear any and every idea that you come up with, especially if it’s inspired by one of my works. PLEASE rabble for as long as you want🙏

My day has been alright so far, it’s actually winter over here in Aus, so I haven’t had to deal with the heat. Hope you’re doing okay over there though, I know how shitty summer gets over here and would hate if it’s the same there.

Thank you so much for the messages! I’m really happy that you, along with all of my other readers enjoy my work, I swear it’s so amazing, I really appreciate it

AND FINALY:: b day present????🫢🫢😍💚💚

If I could request, then could I hear some ideas that you had based on my work?💚 or even a scenario, anything is epic💚💚

Would actually make my day💚💚💚

[comradeboyhalo]

ok so ive been thinking abt this for a while now but i just want to make it clear about this blog's tone when it comes to any post that seems negative towards the admins in regards to bad.

i always feel kinda horrible complaining abt bad on the qsmp when it comes to the admins, bc it does seem so miniscule that it just feels nitpicky. the admins are great! they work so hard! and, to be clear, i DONT think the admins have anything against bad, i think they love him and will always do what's best for every streamer. they've done a lot FOR him and my little nitpicks dont negate that!

i guess its moreso the dsmp issue where it just builds up over time? like no dsmp streamer was obligated to take the egg arc seriously or care about it, it was just a bit exhausting on our end when the bigger ccs always ended up being the ones to make the egg a joke. i never hated cc!tommy for choosing to be immune to the egg, but i was in pain seeing his twitch chat mock the egg arc in response to that.

and the same i guess happens with qsmp admins? its been several times now where qsmpen hasn't updated at all for bad, when they've updated for every other english streamer that day. or several times where they've deleted an update tweet because they took his words out of context and accidentally sent him hate. or giving him clues that lead to another character's lore. or host a movie night and have him barely feature, while bigger ccs get several animatics surrounding them. and i know this is NOT THEIR FAULT. they're busy, they truly do want the best for everyone, none of this is intentional! and im nitpicking small mistakes! but also i want to share these gripes on my blog, and have everyone know that while i completely understand why these mistakes happen, i just need somewhere to air my grievances.

basically: none of my bitching is every personal. im overdramatic. i was worse during dsmp times. please know "im annoyed by this mistake" and "the admins are amazing and they make qsmp shine" are in perfect coexistence on this blog.

[waywardsou2]

Hello fellow writers and readers

(Please read the entire post before submitting)

I am currently working on the beginnings of a novel. I am in the research stage and trying to do all that I can to make sure my characters and themes are accurate and relatable to all readers.

If you feel comfortable would you please check out these surveys I have created and comment on this post of anything you wish to add.

Before I link the surveys I would just like to add a disclaimer here that two of these surveys are quite personal and have some heavy questions. Do not feel obligated to answer these. If you dont think that (for whatever reason) you can answer these truthfully then please feel free to skip it.

!TW: mental health, domestic violence, problematic households, trauma and other things along those lines!

The links to the surveys will be down below

1) What do you look for when reading fantasy?

2) What is your experience like being asexual and/or aromantic

3) Do you/Did you live in a difficult household

I would also like to advise you that these submissions will be completely anonymous and shared with no one. I will take data and themes from these surveys but not use anyone's personal experiences or traumas for my work.

Once again if you fill out these surveys please be as honest as humanly possible and if you are not comfortable with any of these questions then please feel free to skip them or simply not fill out the survey.

Thanks in advance and feel free to comment or DM me if you have any other questions

[gamblersdoll]

I'm thinking about Nerd having to come to Guts' house because of a shared school assignment, but Guts keeps harassing her and distracting her from studying.

teasing, suggestive themes, groping, dominating, sadism/masochism.

“can you stop?” you groan, trying to paw away at his hands. “we’re supposed to study!” you shout, holding back a moan when he takes your breast into his hand.

he mocks your words, hands finding any plush skin to grip or slap. “i am studying. you.” he snickers, biting your shoulder and you bit your lip. “besides, i can assign myself to you and those wonderful tits of ‘yers..”

“guts— im serious!” you say, shoving him off, how you never knew that would be the biggest mistake.

he takes his hand around your throat, squeezing enough to constrict air flow and is face to face with you. his other hand is gripping your ass. “the fuck you think this is?” he growls, all playful now gone. “did i tell you to push me away?”

you feel yourself being forced into submission, looking up at him and trying to swallow.

“huh? did i tell you to?” he says, softly slapping your face. “got three seconds to answer.” he says, laying you on his bed and hes hovering over you. “one.”

you shake your head, or at least attempt to.

“oh, thats right.” he says, pulling your skirt up and landing a hard slap. “i didnt.” you choke a moan out, squeezing your thighs and then get yanked back up to look at him. “look at me when im fucking talkin’ to you.”

for him being this rough, you need him rougher.

“now, yer going to sit on my lap and we gon’ finish this little project we got to do. and if youre good enough then ill slip you somethin.” he smiles, soft but hard enough to land a slap against your face. “you understand, cockwhore?”

you nod, tears welling up and feeling your leaky hole start to drip. you wince when he rubs at the handprint on your ass, pulling you into his lap.

you thought he’d be joking, but maybe about fifteen minutes in, you feel him harden under your throbbing pussy. thirty minutes in, hes soothing your waist, rubbing the curves and now your heavy breasts.

“guts—“

“focus.” he said, you hearing his zipper go down. it took not much time to feel him tap his cock against the fatter part of your ass. how could you possibly do that?

“fat fuckin’ ass..” he groans, putting his hands on your ass and squeezing it.

you shake the grotesque and lewd thoughts away, going back to what you were saying.

“anyways, the uh, formaldehyde is used in embalming and..” you start, but he gets close to your ear and pinches at your clothed nipple.

“yeah?” he says, a evil grin on his face. he hears your heavy breathing, he can also feel your pussy pulsating. “keep goin, dont you worry ‘bout me.”

you try to form your words, reading the information that was given to you and thats when you feel it.

you feel him rubbing your clit through your panties.

you close your thighs tight, receiving a slap to your left thigh and you whine. “open.” he says, pulling your knees apart with one hand and resting it on your pussy. “keep goin’.”

you cant possibly function like this, begging and pleasing for your hips not to move on their own.

“smell so fuckin good.” he groans, sniffing at your neck. “want to eat you up..”

“guts please!—“

“yeah, keep yellin’ my name.”

“after we finish this you can have me.” you try to suggest, looking to him.

“i already got you in my grasps, nerdwhore. try again.” he says, rolling your nipple in his fingers. he looks down at your contorted face, watching you moan and squeeze your eyes has him pumping slow strokes on himself.

“when we finish the assignment, you can do whatever!” you shout, having him stop and look at you.

“as in i get to bend you over and fuck you, then have you layin on me?” he asks, eyes low. you nod, having him grin and squeeze your jaw now. “open.”

you oblige, opening your mouth and him spitting in it. you swallow before he tells you to, earning a kiss on the nose, lips , then cheek.

[kanako-ketsukane111]

KANAKO’S BLOG!!!!!

(this blog is on HIATUS. i might respond to some asks still but they’ll be few and far between)

HI! i’m kanako!! welcome to my blog :3 my mom and dad both got one of these, so i figured i’d get one too. heelllloooo tumbler!!!!

[tag list + ooc under cut. this updates frequently so i recommend checking often!]

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TAGS

#asks - answered asks!

#interactions - interactions with other (usually uty) blogs

#ooc - stuff tagged with this are me, the mod, not kanako. this is also shown with //

#ooc rbs - out of character reblogs, tags and stuff on these are usually me, the mod, not kanako

#not canon - stuff thats kanako, but not really within the canon of this blog. this will include asks from non-uty characters (with some exceptions), or asks about stuff kanako shouldn’t/wouldn’t know

#my dad! - asks that talk about kanako’s dad, chujin

#my mom! - same as the above, with ceroba

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ASK INFO

asks are generally responded to within four hours, unless im busy/asleep (12 am to 10 am pst usually).

if i don’t respond to your ask, dont get too upset or anything; i probably just didn’t know what to say, or i forgot and i’ll respond later LMAO. please note i am not obligated to respond to anyone.

if you really want it answered, wait atleast 3 days before resending, and please don’t send the same ask more that 3 times

OTHER UTY CHAR BLOGS FEEL FREE TO INTERACT!!! please do, even! i get nervous so i probably won’t int first but i’d looove to do silly things. personally, i would prefer character blogs unrelated to uty don’t interact often, but they’re not completely banned.

i don’t know much about Japanese culture/kitsune symbolism/etc. i will try to research and portray things properly when it applies in asks but please let me know if i do/show something poorly. i would love to grow and learn more!

feel free to send ooc asks to the mod!

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OTHER

on this account, kanako is likely a bit older than in canon! 12-14, probably

@mo-the-best-salesman is my friend so there’ll probably be a lot of interactions with it even though it doesnt make a ton of sense LMAO

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i’d like to keep my main priv for now, but if we interact a lot i’ll probably be happy to share it with you! also, its not that hard to find because i like and follow from it GAHHAHAG

thanks for reading 👋

[zhongrin]

if we're sharing akasha profiles, please let me share mine too lol (i spent so much time farming this game lmao)

funny story: there was a point in time when my wanderer was top 18 in 4 sr leaderboards but it was bc i was farming the emblem/sr domain for yelan and i only ended up with sr pieces and after i found out that the new sr pieces got my wanderer to top 18 and my yelan was still missing pieces i quit the domain lol

... and also, yeah. keqing (i dont even use her idk how that happened)

DEAR GOD i can tell you spent so much time bc that massive leaderboard list (top 0.x percentile HOO BOY) and all-40s-cv artifact list???? *chef's kiss*

WOAGH. i am in AWE?????? hello??? h. how many hours, friend?? how much money did y- how- h- whouhjhljas

i. i feel obligated to remind you to hydrate and eat and stretch shldfjskdjfls /genuine

[chemicallady]

I LOVE YOU TO DEATH BUT I'M DROWING

Part 1; Part 2

Couple: noah sebastian x fem!reader

Content Warning: sex, bondage/shibari content, oral sex (fem receiver), male masturbation.

Taglist: @lilhobgobbler ; @aprosiacperson

Summary:  you will find out that maybe you don't want to face the consequences of your decisions.

A/N: as always, I want to remark that I don't know Noah Sebastian and this is a 100% work of fiction! I'm not really good in writing smut, but i hope this is at least decent. I'm not into bondage or shibari so I took some time to read about. According to the math I did, this series should be 6 chapter long! Enjoy this chapter and be aware that my chat is always open to talk with you!

Enjoy

《 In Japan, the act of binding is part of the daily routine. Traditional clothes dont have zippers or buttons; the sacred areas of temples is outlined with ropes. The katana's handle is made with a ribbon tied and woven.》

It's surprising how talkative Noan can be when the topic is something he's into. Usually he'd rather spend his spare time during tour working on the next gig. Apparently, today he is more confortable in spending time with you.

He sits on the edge of the bed of the room he should share with Nicholas, but the bass player is nowhere to be found. And that's a good thing because you're undressing. Slowly, as he has asked you a couple of minutes early.

You have no idea of what is going on precisely, but Noah swore that it's not gonna be painful in any way.

《 Have you learnt how to do the knots by yourself?》 You ask, unbutton your jeans and taking them off, along with the tshirt you were wearing. He doesnt bother to answer and this is an habit of him that you can bearly tollerate. Without complaing - it'd useless with Noah- you sit next to him on the bed, only in your panties and bra. You obliged his request and chose something red and now you're noticing that is also the color of the ropes he is sliding in his hands. You can only bite your bottom lip and wait for something. Anything. But Noah seems to be hesitant, looking far from you. Immidiatly, you feel that something is off and the only way out is to open your mounth and say something stupid.

《 Do I have to sign a conctact now, Mr Grey, or we can be good with a word of mouth?》

He chuckles softly, like it's hard for him to keep the mask on and be that serious. 《 This is between us》 , he remarks, grabbing your hand on your left thigh. You squeeze it a bit, before inhale deeply. 《 No need to be so tense. We're going to start with something 'easy', today. If you are going to like it, we can continue.... another day with something rougher.》

《 So you're not gonna hang me to the ceiling like a chandeleer?》 , you pretend to be disappointed while you smile almost shyly to him. 《 Do you want me to fully undress ?》

《 No, it's not necessary.》

Someway, somehow, you feel a little relieved. Not the you feel ashamed in being naked in front of him after what you guys have already done. But the room is quiet, the light is on and bright and he can see you for real, now. Without a mirror in a dark room. He can actually see all of you and he seems pleased. You can feel his eyes caressing every exposed inch of your skin. All you want now is to put your hands on him and take away his clothes as well, but your guts are telling you it's not a good idea. He have never said something about what you're allowed to do and what you're not, but since you have no idea of what to do at all, he can take the full lead. Something is telling you that he likes it that way. Even during your rendezvous he was always in control, moving you like a doll while he was fucking you.

Honestly, you also like it this way.

《 Do I have to pick up a safe word?》

Noah rise up, asking you silently to do the same, taking his hand. 《 Do you believe you will need one?》 , he asks just a bit amused, while he's guiding you in the middle of the room. 《 All of this is based on trust, (y/n). If you don't feel okay with the game, we should stop before you get hurt.》

《 You told me it's safe, are you a liar in your own game??》. You don't want to stop. Not now that he is close to you. Not now that his eyes are hypnotizing you. You almost feel the hurge of being touch by these hands, by his lips....

There is nothing you've ever desired more.

《 I'm, sometimes. A liar.》 , he answers. 《 But I'm really serious now. You don't need a safe word because you can just ask me to stop anytime. It's not gonna be chaotic and I'm gonna turn into an animal. We can go slow or fast, as you feel confortable. 》 You nod, but he immediatly scrolls you. 《 I need you to tell me you got it.》

《 I got it, Noah 》 , you speak up. It's really weird the way he's taking the situatuon serious.

《 Turn around, then 》.

You oblige the first command and a rope fall on your chest, passing under your arm, around you till the tailbone. Another one follows and Noah is quick in braiding them around your collarbone. Your neck is free from any bond and it gives you a nice feeling. Noah works around you keeping the focus on your body for minutes and minutes while you try to stay still, switch the weight from one foot to the other with slow moves. Noah warned you: you must he patient. It takes time. The mirror of the closet gives you a peak of what is going on: the red ropes are now on your chest and back, down to your hips. Noah kneels to close the knots on your thighs and you can feel your arousal increase. The room is eletric now, but also quiet. It's the strangest mix of feeling you have ever experimented: the fascination of the unknow, the constriction of the ropes, the quiet atmosphere, the attention to details. The desire to be fucked to tears. You get what Noah was saying about the pleasure of waiting. It's running under your skin, the desire to be hold in his arms, the feeling of his dick thrusting in you.

But instead you get soft kisses on your lower belly, were the ropes meet the edge of your panties. You can't hold a moan, realising that your hands are still free. You thought, when you agree to all of this, that those will be the first to be tied up. Instead, you can run your fingers on his face softly. You fight the urgency of having more and gently, caress his face, while he looks up to you.

Since he's not complaining, you put your thumb on his lower lip, feeling the tip of his toungue touching your skin lightly.

《 you're so beautiful 》. It's just a whisper, but you cant keep this for yourself. Noah is perfect; every move he makes, every gazes, every touch. Everything is in harmony.

《 this is the first time you're having sex like this, right?》 He askes, bringing his lips on your inner thigh to caress it as well while you're shivering.

《 It's doesnt seem like we are having sex, now.》

《 ... No?》 You feel like you have said the wrong thing. 《 Move your bra to the side, then.》

You frown your forehaed for a second before doing as it asked. You try to pull your bra as much as possible to the side to free your nipples. Just a soft shade of pink colors your cheeks, but youre too pridefull to take a step back. Noah moves his hand on a couple of ropes, the ones who are drawing nice lines on your stomac and in a blink those are touching your nipples. The feeling of your sensible spot teased by red raw ropes makes you jolt.

Noah lowers his head again, placing a kiss on your core, still covered by your -now - soaked panties. You're waiting for a sassy comment from him about how wet You're already, but it didn't come. Noah guides a finger along the line of your fold, making you sight.

《 You cant keep your cool anymore, (y/n)?》 Here we go. You were waiting for him to say something. In an unfair move, he takes away from you any chance of a smart reply. Your panties slides to the side and his mounth is there now, where you have dreamt it to be everynight you were touching yourself thinking about Noah. In the second your back arched, you feel the ropes get tigher on your nipples, creating an addictive friction that makes you moan louder. Your hand run to cover your mouth while Noah is too concentrate in give you pleasure to ask you to be quiet. His eyes are pointed on your face, when his long fingers start to enter in you, searching for the right spot to give you as much pleasure as possible.

He was right, someway, this is a way to make sex. You can feel him all over your body, every inch that is touched by a rope is an extention of Noah's hands, lips, mind. Every knot is meticulously done to recreate a net that helps you to stay in place while he is working on you with that malicious tounge he has. In the moment he reaches you clit you can already feel the warmness of the orgasm agitate your guts. Your hands find their own place; one on his solid shoulder and the other in his hair, that you try so hard to not pull, but when it happens,just pays you back with a moan at the center of your core.

The room is filled with the scent of your sex overstimulated, the sound of your moans and his dancing togheter in the air and the wet of his mouth on you. It doesn't take so much for you to cum, the first time.

Noah decides that he won't let you go before you have reach the peak of pleasure other three times. Collapsed on the bed, you feel like all the strength was eradicated from your shaking body. Noah, on the top of you, is just touching himself. Your eyes never met since he started, but if you were able to put the shame aside, he has too. Your shaking arm lifts and with a caress on his cheek, you ask him to look you in the eyes while his hand gives himself pleasure.

And surprisingly, he oblige this request.

His dark, sharp eyes are glued to yours. Every moan and slight he realises make your legs to shake a bit harder and you feel like your body just turned in a bundle of uncovered nevers.

Your hand traces a rail on his jaw and neck, falling on his chest covered in sweat, under his tank top. Even if he is still fully dressed, with just is erection exposed, you find him perfect.

《 ( y/n) ....》

Your name sounds like music on his lips. He's close, you can tell by the way his body tenses. 《 Come on me, Noah.... 》 you whisper in return, lifting his tank top so you can touch his stomach and sides. Instinctively, you open your legs under him, feeling the ropes tighter on your thighs. And is probably this motion along with your skin red because of the friction that lead Noah to his orgasm. Warm withe stripes of pleasure fall on your belly before Noah decides to kneel between your legs, cleaning his hand on the sheets.

You cant take your eyes off his figure, while he reach his phone on the bed table. 《 can I...?》

His breath is still short while he asks you to be part of his collection. You don't reply immediately. 《 You're not going to show it to the others later, right?》

《 No. This is mine.》

《 Jesus Christ Noah》 you try to hide your face with your hand. 《 Don't say that unless you're going to fuck me, please.》

You surprise him and your cheeks are not the only one to flush. 《 Maybe next time...?》

It's realiving, the fact that in his mind there is a next time. 《Then take the picture.》

After he is done with the phone, he bends on you and for a second, a small second, you hope is for a kiss. But is not. He simply starts to free you from the ropes, caressing the bruises in case any has formed. Then he hands you a tissue to clean yourself.

The placid quiet now turned into an awkward silence.

You start to recollect your clothes, a bit annoyed by the sticky in your panties. You can now leave like nothing happen and face Noah every day with this awkward feeling among the two of you or you can try to do something to solve the problem in the beginning.

《 Noah, I was thinking...》 you say while sitting next to him, putting your shoes on. 《 its past dinner time and I'm hungry... do you wanna go somewhere and grab a bite?》

Two scenarios born in your mind: sassy!Noah telling you that he already eaten enough of you or shy!Noah not speaking at all.

That's the reason why you feel so surprised when Noah nods, replying you that Matt told him about a place 24/7 open nearby the hotel.

Like a perfect normal person.

So this lead to scenarios number 3: no attitude at all.

You're not preparare for this.

You're not prepared to face no consequences for your actions.

You're not prepared for him to be cold.