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[girl-celestial]

Hii!! I saw you were looking for Arthur Morgan requests so I wanted to suggest an idea! I'm very new to rdr2 so please don't mind if I make something ooc or something ^^' but basically my idea was reader and Arthur sitting down together under some tree and drawing together, comfort fluff. "Arthur does this look good?" And him commenting on some sketch the reader made, and then the pages flip and he catches a glimpse of a sketch of himself in there too.

Anyway, thank you so much for your time. I wish you a good day!💖

Caught on Paper

Reader Requested ♡ — i hope i do your request justice. thank you for being the first to do so and thank you taking the time to send an ask!

ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER, pure fluff here. 1k+ words

THE grass was warm beneath your skirt, soft where it had been flattened by Arthur’s weight. He was already there beneath the tree when you spotted him—broad-shouldered, hat pulled low, sketchbook balanced against his knee. His pencil moved slow and steady, like he had time to burn and nowhere else he needed to be.

You hesitated at the edge of the clearing, sketchbook clutched loosely in your arms. But when he looked up and caught sight of you, the corner of his mouth lifted, lazy and familiar.

“Well now,” he said, voice rough with afternoon gravel. “Didn’t think I’d be gettin’ company out here.”

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” you offered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just looking for shade.”

Arthur shifted, spreading his knees just a little wider, making room on the grass. “Shade’s free,” he said. “Long as you don’t mind me not talkin’ much.”

You smiled and settled beside him, careful as you gathered your skirts under you. “You don’t talk much when you do talk.”

He huffed through his nose—something like a laugh.

You both fell quiet for a while, only the sound of pencil scratching and leaves stirring high above. The summer light flickered through the branches and dusted over his shoulders, over the curve of his jaw. You tried not to look too long, but Arthur filled the space near you like heat off a fire. Solid. Comforting. A little too easy to lean toward.

You’d been working on a sketch of the river bend—soft curves of water, two deer grazing in the shallows—but the shapes kept slipping. Their legs looked wrong. Your lines were shaky.

You glanced at him. “Can I show you something?”

He didn’t answer, just nodded once, and turned his full attention toward you. His journal slipped shut in one hand. With the other, he leaned into the grass beside you, hand planting right near your thigh as he braced his weight. The closeness caught you off guard—his knee brushed yours, solid through the fabric of your skirts, and this time, he didn’t shift away. You held the book out.

“It’s not finished,” you murmured. “I think the perspective’s wrong.”

Arthur leaned in, eyes lowering to the page. His arm came around just enough to steady the book—his fingers brushing over yours, warm and rough. He didn’t pull back when he touched you. Instead, his hand settled lightly on top of yours, thumb anchoring the edge of the paper like it belonged there.

You looked up at him, but he was focused on the sketch.

“This right here,” he said, tapping the page near the deer with his other hand. “You see how the water wraps around that rock? That’s good. Real good. Looks like it’s movin’. Like it’s real.”

You swallowed. “The deer look funny.”

He snorted. “Deer look funny anyway.”

That pulled a laugh out of you, light and surprised. He smiled a little, like he’d been trying for that.

“They ain’t stiff,” he added. “That’s what matters.”

You glanced sideways, caught by how close he still was. “You always sound so certain.”

Arthur shrugged, thumb still resting against the page—and yours. “Ain’t about bein’ certain. Just know when somethin’ feels right.”

He didn’t move away.

You let out a slow breath and started flipping through your sketchbook, partly to distract yourself, partly to show him more. A few rough flowers, a half-done drawing of Pearson’s table, a crooked little barn from when you’d been riding with him a few weeks back.

He made a quiet sound in his throat—half amusement, half memory—at the barn one.

Then your fingers slipped.

The page turned before you could stop it.

Arthur stilled. His hand came up—not to snatch the book, just to hold it where it had opened.

You froze. It was the drawing of him.

He said nothing at first. Just stared down at it. The firelight in the sketch had softened his face, catching the slope of his nose and the tension always tucked behind his mouth. His sleeves were rolled, the weight in his shoulders unmistakable—but his eyes, even half-finished, were focused on something far off. Something quiet.

He looked at you, then back at the page.

“You been drawin’ me?” he asked, voice low.

You sat up a little straighter. “Not seriously. You were just… still. That night at the fire. And the light was nice.”

He stared at it again. His voice came a bit slower this time, rough but not guarded.

“Ain’t used to seein’ myself that calm.”

Your chest ached, just a little. You looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the edge of your book. “That’s how I see you,” you said softly.

Arthur didn’t speak for a second. Then he leaned closer again, and this time his shoulder pressed gently to yours, warm through the fabric of your dress.

“Reckon I wouldn’t mind sittin’ for you. If you ever wanted me to.”

You looked up at him. His eyes were steady, not teasing. Just open.

“You’d really let me?”

“Mmhmm.” He gave a slow, thoughtful nod. “Might even try not to fidget.”

“I didn’t think you knew how to sit still.”

He tilted his head slightly, that lopsided smile playing at the edge of his mouth. “I do, for the right reasons.”

Your laugh was soft, almost shy. “You’re flirting.”

“Am I?”

“You are.”

He let the moment stretch out a beat longer, then looked down at your hands again, still resting lightly on the book.

“Well,” he murmured, voice low and full of something unspoken, “guess we’ll find out what else I sit still for.”

And he stayed like that, shoulder against yours, both of you pretending to look at your sketchbook. But neither of you moved. Not for a long time.

[thedeadthree]

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[norrisainz33]

Bittersweet || LN4

☆ summary: you, lando’s long time partner, attend the 2024 hungarian gp and have some strong feelings afterwards

☆ pairing: lando norris x reader

☆ fc: none

☆ warnings: slightly suggestive - you control the content you consume.

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yourusername: date night before hungary

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landonorris: my gorgeous girl 🤤

yourusername: my handsome man 🤤

user1: i want you both

mclaren: looking forward to seeing you in Hungary y/n!

lilyzneimer: marry me

yourusername: i’ve already got the rings 💍

landonorris: whoa whoa whoa

oscarpiastri: landonorris no point fighting it anymore mate

user2: lando is gonna COOK in austria

oscarpiastri: where was my invite

yourusername: we had dinner with you the night before oscy

oscpiastri: so ???? instagram post or it didn’t happen

user6: OSCY?! NEW NICKNAME ALERT

User7: i love how y/n and lando keep making up new nicknames for oscar

user3: ln4 domination

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landonorris: Pole and P2 for Osc. Babaooooom

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user2: LETS GO LANDO

user3: THATS MY GOAT

yourusername: you are incredible lan. let’s get that p1 tomorrow baby

landonorris: gonna get that win 💪🏻

yourusername: LANDOSCAR FRONT ROW LOCK OUT LETS GO

user11: y/n is the president of landoscar nation

user3: LANDO AND OSCAT SUPREMACY

oscarpiastri: there’s gonna be a front row lock out tomorrow too 😉

mclaren: so proud of you both 🧡

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landonorris: oh i wanna get back in that bed with you

yourusername: you’ve got a race to win first 😈

landonorris: ok 😔

landonorris: btw get your butt over to the garage i want a kiss before the race

yourusername: on my way 😫

lilyzneimer: cheer on our boys for me 🧡

yourusername: i wish you were here but i’ll cheer enough for the both of us 🧡

lilyzneimer: i have a good feeling about today

yourusername: im crossing all my fingers

logansargeant: don’t forget about the incoming logan masterclass

yourusername: how could i forget! you’re gonna do great too rahhhhhh 🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

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yourusername: lando, i am so unbelievably proud of you and the man that you are. you consistently give it your all and give this team everything even when they don’t deserve it. you are an unstoppable force - i love you

oscar, congratulations on your first of so many race wins. you’re going to be champion one day, i know it

mclaren, i’m in your walls 🧡

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user14: admin about to throw y/n’s phone out the window between this and her tweets

user15: YOU TELL THEM Y/N

landonorris: i love you 🤍

yourusername: i love you more 🤍

user16: your honor y/n is an icon

user18: never thought a mclaren 1 - 2 would feel like this

oscarpiastri: thank you, y/n 🧡

mclaren: y/n, please answer your phone

yourusername: no 🧡

user14: oh she’s about to get cooked

user16: free my girl she ain’t do nothing wrong

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☆ a/n: today was bittersweet so i decided to write about it. don’t get it twisted tho i am so happy for oscar!!

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[astonmartinii]

nonsense... or is it? | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter

based on this request: sooo, anyways,,, i was thinking maybe a smau where Charles is playing the guy who Milo was and this obviously breaks the internet even more and this leads to them dating ??? idk, just like a really wholesome one where she was his celebrity crush and now they're dating bc of them getting know each other more bc of the music video. sorry if this is all over the place but yeah. - @whoreks

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

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yourusername: holla babes !!! the feather music video is heading your way fast xxx if only my real boyfriends were like my music videos ones ...

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user1: MOTHER

user2: finally music videos are back baby !!

taylorswift: you can still make the whole place shimmer ✨

yourusername: thanks to you baby

user3: oh to be able to call taylor swift baby

user4: y/n's shade is so underrated - i too wish her boyfriends were as good as her mv ones

user5: she's got such a good eye for casting why can't she do this in her actual love life

user6: okay but he's hot based off a single shoulder i'm excited

user7: you got that from a SHOULDER?

user8: he's TALL?

user9: babe y/n is like 4'2 she makes everyone look tall

user10: say what you want about the catholic church, they got the aesthetic down pat

yourbff1: so we aren't asking the mv boyf out? boring.

yourusername: we have lil things called phones? USE IT HOE

user11: charles leclerc in the likes

user12: so true of him

user13: unless he's... the guy

user14: babe he's way too short lol

user15: have yall seen the sky ad? baby aint acting any time soon

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yourusername: OMG you guys blew the feather music video up !! i'm sure it had nothing to do with this random guy i found off the street? jokes, thank you charles for being the perf mv boyf xx

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user17: HOLY FUCKING SHIT

user18: celeb crush inception no one touch me

charles_leclerc: thank you for my music video debut, maybe you can return the favour one day?

yourusername: i'll return any favour you want

yourbff1: dial down the desperation babe

charles_leclerc: what if i want her to dial it up please?

yourbff1: do NOT encourage her

yourusername: please encourage me :)

user19: Y/N STAND UP PLEASE

user20: actually y/n is so real have yall seen that man YUM

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user21: y/n is a genius for fancasting her future bf in her music video

danielricciardo: THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT? SHARL WHEN I CATCH YOU

pierregasly: and me :( i thought our friendship meant more ....

charles_leclerc: it was a secret

yourusername: he doesn't kiss and tell xoxo

alexalbon: WHAT ??????

charles_leclerc: okay we can stop joking now

yourusername: fine...

user22: the way charles was defo typing that through tears

user23: y/n make the move we believe in you

user24: believe in her? she can get anyone she wants he's gotta STEP UP

charles_leclerc

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tagged: yourusername

charles_leclerc: had a blast filming for my first ever music video, thank you y/n !!

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user25: i'm feeling a new unhealthy attachment forming

yourusername: feel free to come back any time soon

charles_leclerc: or maybe you can come to me?

yourusername: is this my paddock debut?

charles_leclerc: make sure you're wearing red and it sure can be

yourusername: let me check the wardrobe

user26: i will pass away if we get y/n at a race... in the ferrari garage ???

pierregasly: let it be known i am still angry that you didn't tell me, especially after all the weird rants i've listened to

alexalbon: me too

georgerussell63: me too

landonorris: me too

danielricciardo: me too

carlossainz55: me too

maxverstappen1: me too

charles_leclerc: why is max here?

maxverstappen1: that's what you're taking from this?

charles_leclerc: yeah why are you in my business

maxverstappen1: you make it my business you talk about her all the time

yourusername: oh really ???

charles_leclerc: HE'S A BIG FAT LIAR HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A BIG FAT LIAR ALL HIS LIFE INCLUDING WHEN I MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY PUSHED HIM IN A PUDDLE

maxverstappen1: YOU DID PUSH ME IN THAT PUDDLE

yourusername: what is going on here?

user27: poor y/n being thrown into the grid drama

user28: poor charles with the grid trying to expose him

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yourusername: clearly was feeling myself this week

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user31: lol why is max here

maxverstappen1: doing my due diligence as an investigative journalist

charles_leclerc: choke.

user32: is that charles? are we in the soft launch?

user33: let's not get ahead of ourselves, we know charles doesn't dress that well

user34: consider this: girlfriend effect

user35: girlfriend effect is gonna have to do some heavy lifting when it comes to charles' wardrobe

yourbff1: you think you're so slick don't you

yourusername: maybe. maybe not?

yourbff1: you're so annoying

yourusername: annoyingly cute?

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yourbff1: keep your nose out of women's business leclerc

charles_leclerc: SLANDER

user36: i mean they seem to have the same sense of humour

user37: not to sound insane but they are perfect for each other and i will be passing away if they are not together

pierregasly: interesting

danielricciardo: add it to the folder

charles_leclerc: folder ???

maxverstappen1: leave us journalists be

charles_leclerc: can you even read?

yourusername: GET HER JADE

maxverstappen1: add that as well

charles_leclerc: why can't we win?

user38: what is going on in the house of commons

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charles_leclerc: i don't believe in soft launches

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user39: we been knew... but OMG PARENTS

user40: i am crying they're so hot

yourusername: hawt bf obtained

charles_leclerc: sexy gf in my inventory

yourusername: you're such a cute patootie

charles_leclerc: i cannot speak my mind or instagram will censor me

yourusername: ...oop hurry up and come back :(

charles_leclerc: about to break all US speeding laws xoxo

yourusername: not you in your charli xcx era

user41: he's with her ... in the US ... could we get y/n paddock debut in vegas ???

user42: would only be right i fear

user43: the scheduling just about makes sense before she has to go back to opening for taylor in south america

user44: now why did vegas not get in their bag and get y/n to perform at the opening ceremony?

pierregasly: way to ruin the investigation

danielricciardo: yeah we were in our sherlock holmes era

maxverstappen1: have to spoil everything don't you charles 🤨

charles_leclerc: i thought you guys wanted to know who my girlfriend is?

alexalbon: yes, but we wanted to expose it :(

yourusername: CORNY

pierregasly: oh no. he has someone on his side now

yourusername: damn right frenchie. i can hear your asshole twitching from here

pierregasly: WHAT ???

charles_leclerc: idk what that means but YEAH PIERRE TAKE THAT

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: gutted not to be on the top step but an overall great weekend in vegas. glad to have y/n by my side this weekend before she's off again to slay the stage xx

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user48: charles unironically using the word slay, the girlfriend effect knows no bounds

user49: the sky camera zooming in on y/n watching the podium

user50: i think we watched her fall in love in real time

user51: i mean look at the material... podium charles hits so different i think I FELL IN LOVE

yourusername: you're a winner to me babe

charles_leclerc: and that's all that matters

yourusername: NOPE STAY HUNGRY GET THEM POINTS AND DESTROY THE REST OF THE FIELD

charles_leclerc: okay :)

yourusername: good boy

pierregasly: never say that in public again

maxverstappen1: is this why he's blushing so much in the press conference?

charles_leclerc: NO. NO REASON

yourusername: you sure?

charles_leclerc: i am the unluckiest driver ever and am screwed over at every turn sue me if i like a lil praise

user52: charles is so real for that i also want y/n to tell me i'm doing a good job

alexalbon: enough time has passed. @yourusername can lily get some extra tickets for the eras tour

yourusername: of course. anything for my new bestie

lilymunhe: thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu. charles you have amazing taste

charles_leclerc: i know :)

yourusername: i mean i got you, so who's the real winner here?

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yourusername: my leg of the eras tour has come to an end :( this was such an insane opportunity, thank you so much taylor xx but this also means i can go annoy charlie until he has to go back to work !!

one last nonsense outro:

i met this lovely boy named charlie,

he races round the world for ferrari,

giving it to me everyday like ari

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user53: i think y/n might actually be winning in life

user54: is she referencing everyday by ariana grande which is literally just a song about having constant sex?

yourusername: yes and what about it? f1 drivers have great stamina

arthurleclerc: DELETE ASAP

yourusername: no can do baby leclerc

user55: fave outro for real

charles_leclerc: i am blushing !!

pierregasly: she just told millions of people all you do is fuck and now you're blushing ???

yourusername: i don't think mr doggy emoji is talking right now

charles_leclerc: at least y/n did it in an artful way

pierregasly: believe me i know YOU WON'T STOP SINGING IT DOWN THE PHONE YOU MENACE

yourusername: you sing my songs :) ?

carlossainz55: ALL THE TIME

yourusername: i don't like your tone mr 🤨

charles_leclerc: i am just showing my love :(

yourusername: @pierregasly @carlossainz55 you made him sad APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY

pierregasly: sorry?

carlossainz55: sorry i guess?

charles_leclerc: thank you :) i shall continue to sing to my heart's content

yourusername: good.

taylorswift: you were amazing !! i'll see you soon my love xx

yourusername: i'm hearing double date ??

taylorswift: i'm sure that can be arranged

charles_leclerc: OMG

user56: charles and travis are really the top tier himbo bfs and i love them for that

fin.

note: i really loved writing this so i hope this was everything you imagined and more!! i'm just getting into sabrina's music but i was a girl meets world stan so... i hope i did the nonsense outro justice xxx

[intoanotherworld23]

Inked In Attitude

Summary: Joel doesn't appreciate you coming into his tattoo parlor with an attitude, and so he shows you a lesson

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, pure raw smut and filth, unprotected sex, spanking, oral female receiving, fingering, major edging, rough sex, dominant Joel, submissive reader

A/N: hi my horny readers! If you liked this one feel free to comment and reblog so that others can read it as all! That would be so greatly appreciated! If you wish to be added to my tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone! XOXO

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"Let me hear it," he said, a bit rougher now, his voice dipping. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch me," you whispered. "Please, Joel..."

"Oh, you're saying please now?" His grin widened, and one tattooed hand slid down, slipping between your legs, just the outside of your panties, cruel and slow. "That pretty little mouth didn't have manners when you walked in here demanding ink with that bratty attitude."

His thumb pressed in gently, then circled. Just once. It was humiliating how fast you reacted the way your hips jerked, breath caught, a whimper crawling up your throat.

"Fuck," he murmured, voice soft with dark amusement. "You're drenched. You get wet from the pain, or was it me telling you to take your panties off before I even started?"

A whimper slipped out.

"You liked that," Joel whispered, his lips brushing your ear now, his fingers still teasing but never enough. "Liked sitting on my table with your pussy bare while I inked you. Like a good little canvas. Mine to mark. Mine to ruin."

"I'm going to come—please—" you gasped.

"No, you're not." His voice turned sharp, commanding, and he pulled his hand away. You almost cried.

He stood and stepped back, licking his fingers with slow, deliberate hunger. "Mm. Sweet," he muttered. "But you don't get to come just for squirming like a slut in my chair. You're gonna earn it."

Joel grabbed your waist, spun me effortlessly around on the table, until you were bent forward, your cheek against the padded surface, ass bare for him.

"Look at this," he growled, running both hands over your thighs, then gripping your ass. "You've been teasing me since you walked in. All that sass, all that bratty eye-rolling and now look at you. Bent over, dripping for me. Just how I like you."

You gasped as he pulled your panties down to your knees, and gave you a sharp smack that echoed off the walls.

Then another. Harder. Then he soothed the sting with slow, gentle kisses, his mouth warm against your skin, tongue dragging low as he licked down closer.

"Joel," you whimpered. "Please..."

His laugh was low, wicked. "So needy. You want my mouth, baby?"

"Yes—God, yes—"

He didn't make you beg anymore. His tongue slid between your folds like he was starving. Messy, sloppy, loud. He sucked your clit into his mouth and moaned, the vibrations shooting straight through you.

"Fuck, you taste even better when you're desperate." Your body arched off the table, hips twitching, thighs trembling. You were already close, the burn building fast, and he knew it. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place.

"You're not coming," he warned, mouth wet against you. "Not yet."

"Joel—!" He pulled back, let you feel the loss, let you whine for it, then spanked you again, his handprint burning into your skin.

"You'll come when I say you come. Now turn around." You did, dizzy, aching, half-numb from how badly you needed it.

Joel unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, watching you the whole time. "You want cock?" he asked, smirking. "Or you want more tongue? Be honest."

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Both."

His laugh was pure sin. "Greedy girl."

He fisted his cock, thick and glistening, and walked back toward you.

"Then here's what we're gonna do," he said, pushing you flat onto your back, lining himself up right at your entrance but not pushing in. "You're going to take every inch of me like a good little toy. No running. No squirming. You come when I say. And if you come before that?"

He leaned down and bit your neck, then whispered, "I'll edge you until sunrise." He didn't slide in. Not yet. Joel hovered at your entrance, the tip of his cock just nudging where you were dripping for him, teasing, cruel, keeping you in that torturous limbo where you could feel how ready he was, but he wouldn't move.

"Feel that?" he murmured, voice low, sinful. "That pressure right there? That's how close I am to fucking you stupid, baby. But you haven't earned it yet."

You whimpered, arching your hips a bit. "Please please, I need it—"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but firm just enough to keep you still, just enough to make your heart pound harder.

"No," Joel growled, cock sliding up your slit in a slow, maddening drag. "You think you need it. But what you really need is a lesson in patience."

You whimpered again, louder this time. Your whole body was a live wire, tension coiled tight in your belly, your clit pulsing, everything soaked. He hadn't even fucked you yet and you were already on the edge.

"God, look at you," he whispered, voice thick with hunger. "You're soaked. You gonna come just from my cock rubbing against you?"

He did it again, slid the thick head of it up and down your folds, catching on your clit with a sharp, electric drag. You cried out, hips jolting, thighs trembling. Your body didn't know what to do, whether to move away or closer, whether to scream or beg.

"I should make you come like this," he said. "Just like this. Rubbing my cock against your pussy like I own it. Not even letting you have it. You'd come for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded, breathless. Listening to every word like a song.

"Oh, I know you would. You're such a desperate little thing now, aren't you?" He leaned down again, mouth right against your ear. "All those smartass comments earlier. All that attitude. And now look at you. On your back, begging for my cock like a good little toy. Say it. Say you're my toy."

"I'm your toy," you whispered.

Joel grinned, kissed the side of your neck.

"Damn right you are." Then he dropped back down between your legs, spreading them wider with his big hands, licking his lips like he was about to devour a meal. "I'm not done playing with this pussy yet."

And before you could protest, he buried his face between your thighs again.

His tongue moved in quick, relentless circles around your clit, then down to fuck into you with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the shop walls. You cried out, fists clenching the edge of the table, toes curling as your body spiraled fast toward the edge again.

His mouth was ravenous, his moans rumbling into you like he loved eating you, like it was his favorite thing in the world. His hands gripped your thighs so tight they'd bruise, keeping you open, exposed, twitching beneath his mouth.

"Fuck, Joel—please, I'm gonna—"

"Don't you dare." He growled the words against your clit, pulling back just before you tipped over. You sobbed, high-pitched and needy, your body on fire from the denial.

"You're so goddamn close," he murmured, watching you fall apart. "I can feel how hard you were clenching. You wanna come so bad, huh?"

You nodded furiously, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Beg for it."

"Please—please, Joel—I need it—I can't take it—"

"Oh, I know you can take it," he said darkly. "You're gonna take everything I give you, baby. My tongue, my cock, my hands, every fucking edge I drag you through. Because you like being ruined by me. Don't you?"

"Yes—fuck—yes," you gasped.

He grinned. "Good girl."

Then he finally slid two fingers deep into you. Curling, slow, thick. His thumb found your clit and began circling hard and fast, and his mouth was back again, sucking, licking, filthy and frantic.

You screamed. Your thighs clamped around his head, and your body begged to come, trembling, shaking, about to—

He stopped. Pulled out. Sat back with a devilish look on his face. Loving how more and more desperate you were becoming.

"No!" You cried out, writhing on the table, empty, throbbing. "Please Joel—!"

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard glistening with you, eyes dark and amused.

"Look at you," he murmured, fisting his cock slowly while he watched you fall apart. "Shaking. Crying. And I haven't even fucked you yet."

Then he grabbed your legs, pulled you roughly to the edge of the table.

"Spread wide," he ordered. "Hands on your thighs. Hold them open. I want you to feel how ruined I've made this pussy."

You quickly obeyed, trembling, breath ragged, your own slick smeared everywhere. He ran his cock along your folds again, up and down, torturing you. Then finally he pushed in. Inch by inch. Thick. Hot. Deep.

You both groaned at how deliciously tight you were.

"You feel that?" Joel grunted. "That stretch? That's what happens when you tease me all fucking day. I take my time with you."

He rocked into you once, slow and deep. You cried out again, clenching, already too close, too sensitive. And Joel knew it.

"That tight little pussy's gonna come the second I say the word, huh?"

"Yes Joel, I need to please.” He picked up the pace. Harder. Deep. Hitting that spot with precision every time, his hand back at your throat, just enough pressure to keep you right there completely helpless, needy, his.

"You gonna come all over my cock like a good little thing?"

"Please, yes—please—let me—"

"Then do it," he growled. "Come for me. Right fucking now."

And you did. Hard. Your whole body arched, back bowed, a scream torn from your throat as the orgasm ripped through like lightning as you started shaking, gasping, sobbing with the sheer force of it.

Joel didn't stop. He kept fucking you through it, rougher now, his name a chant on your lips as wave after wave hit you, and all you could do was take it.

"Good fucking girl," he groaned. "So goddamn perfect like this. Look at you, taking it like I knew you would. You were made for this."

And when he came, it was with a deep, broken growl, holding you down, cock buried to the hilt, his warmth spilling inside you as he bit your shoulder and muttered, "Mine."

[rootedinrevisions]

Need a Little Help

PROMPT: "Don't act innocent. We both know what you were doing two minutes ago.

KINK: Masturbation

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (masturbation, showering together)

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

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You closed the bathroom door behind you with a soft click, the sounds of Tyler settling into the room filtering through the thin wall. You stood there for a moment, your hands resting on the edge of the sink as you looked at your reflection. The exhaustion of the day was evident in the lines of your face, but more than that, there was something else—a lingering frustration that had been gnawing at you for weeks.

You sighed, pushing your hair away from your face as you began to undress. Your fingers fumbled with the hem of your shirt, your mind wandering as you slipped out of your clothes. Tyler. His name snuck into your mind like an unwanted guest. He was always there, always steady, always… more. 

At least you wished he was more. Lately, it had become impossible to separate the idea of Tyler as your best friend and coworker from the Tyler your body seemed to crave when you weren’t paying attention.

You let the thought slip away as you stepped out of your jeans, your skin prickling in the cool air. He was just your friend, you reminded yourself. Your friend. Your coworker. Your boss in a way. But even as you thought it, your mind betrayed you, thinking of him from earlier in the day—the way his shirt had clung to his body in the rain.

Stop it, you chastised yourself. You couldn’t think about him… like that.

You turned on the shower, the rush of water filling the small space with a soothing hum. You reached for your Bluetooth speaker, the one you always traveled with, and connected it to your phone. A playlist you had on shuffle came to life, filling the room with music.

That should do it, you thought. If nothing else, the sound of the water and the music would drown out any noises you didn’t want Tyler to hear. The last thing you needed was for him to figure out what was really going on behind the bathroom door.

You stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your body. It was a welcome relief after the day’s chaos, the steam rising against the cool tiles. Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to let the tension melt away. But no matter how hard you tried to relax, that familiar frustration was still there, gnawing at you.

It had been so long since you’d felt satisfied—truly satisfied. It was hard trying to maintain any semblance of a dating life when you were always on the road, and the few dates you had managed to go on either fizzled out or turned into disasters. You’d become used to disappointment.

But tonight… tonight you were too worked up to just let it go. Your body was aching for release, your nerves raw from too many long days on the road and too many nights of pretending you didn’t want more.

Your hand drifted lower, your fingers trailing across your stomach as your thoughts wandered again—back to Tyler. What would it feel like if it was his hands instead of yours? The thought made your pulse quicken, your breathing grow shallow as you closed your eyes tighter. You could imagine it so clearly—the roughness of his calloused palms against your skin, the way his fingers would somehow know exactly where to touch, how to pull you apart. He always had this way of reading you, of knowing what you needed before you even realized it yourself. Your breath hitched, your fingers moving more purposefully now as you lost yourself in the fantasy. In your mind, it was Tyler who was touching you, Tyler who was behind you, pressing his body against yours, his lips tracing the curve of your neck.

You could feel the heat building inside of you, the tension winding tighter and tighter until you could barely stand it.

A soft moan escaped your lips, barely audible over the sound of the water and the music.

Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly through the weather reports for tomorrow’s chase. The hum of the bathroom fan droned in the background, the sound blending into the rhythm of the water cascading from the shower. 

He wasn’t really paying attention to the screen—his mind kept drifting back to you. You had seemed quieter than usual today, more withdrawn, and despite your usual banter, something felt off. But it wasn’t his place to pry. He sighed, tossing his phone onto the nightstand. Maybe it was just the exhaustion of the road catching up with you, or maybe—

A soft sound broke through the background noise. His brows furrowed as he looked toward the bathroom door, the faintest trace of a moan filtering through the thin wall. He froze, his heart skipping a beat. Had he imagined that?

He shook his head, trying to refocus on the weather report he had been looking at. You were probably just getting comfortable after a long day; it didn’t mean anything. He was just…overthinking things. Right?

But then he heard it again—clearer this time, and unmistakable. 

A moan. His name, falling from your lips.

His breath caught in his throat. 

No. That had to be some mistake. Maybe he’d misheard, or maybe…

But as the sound echoed again, this time accompanied by the subtle shift of your voice, it was unmistakable. His name, laced with a soft, needy tone that sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

Tyler sat completely still, unsure if he should move. His pulse quickened, blood roaring in his ears as he stared at the closed bathroom door. His mind raced, a flood of thoughts crashing into him all at once. What the hell was happening? Did you mean to…? Was this real?

He swallowed hard, his hand running through his hair in a futile attempt to steady himself. The rational part of his brain told him to leave it alone, give you your space—hell, maybe you hadn’t meant to say his name, maybe you were dreaming or just—

But then another soft moan cut through his thoughts, and he couldn’t deny it anymore. The sound of his name on your lips was real, and it was doing things to him that he hadn’t anticipated.

He shifted, his body suddenly too warm in the stale hotel room air. His mind raced back to earlier today—how you had smiled at him, how your laughter had filled the quiet moments between the chase, and the way your eyes lingered on him just a second longer than they used to. Had he been reading things wrong this whole time? Or was this the confirmation of something that had always been lingering between you two, unspoken but palpable?

Tyler’s mouth went dry, desire clashing with hesitation. His pulse quickened, thoughts swirling in chaotic loops. He had to know—had to see if you…felt the same way. But at the same time, the weight of your friendship pressed down on him, keeping him rooted to the bed.

What if you didn’t mean for him to hear? What if this was just some fleeting, temporary thing, a moment you would regret the second you stepped out of that bathroom?

But the sound of his name whispered like that, was all the permission his body needed.

Before he knew it, Tyler found himself standing, his feet carrying him closer to the door. He hesitated, his hand hovering just above the handle, heart thudding in his chest. He could hear the faint melody of the music you’d turned on, the water splashing softly behind it.

He closed his eyes for a second, drawing in a shaky breath. This was dangerous. He was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t take back.

Another moan.

His resolve snapped.

Tyler’s hand hovered over the door for a moment before he let it fall against the wood with a soft knock. 

The sound barely carried over the shower and music, but it was enough to snap you out of your heated reverie. You froze, the water cascading down your back as your heart leaped into your throat. 

Had he heard? God, what if he had?

“Hey,” Tyler’s voice came from the other side, quiet but unmistakable.

You scrambled to pull yourself together, yanking the shower curtain back slightly, just enough to peek out. There he was, standing just inside the door, the dim light from the vanity casting shadows over his features. His expression was hard to read—part uncertainty, part something else you couldn’t quite name.

“Tyler?” Your voice came out shaky, a little too high-pitched. You could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Do you…need something?”

His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, he just stood there, his tongue running along his bottom lip as if he were gathering his thoughts. But then he tilted his head, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, it sounded like you might have a little…problem in here,” he said, his tone casual but with a distinct edge to it, the kind that made your heart race even faster.

You felt the blood rush to your face, mortification washing over you in waves as you quickly tried to backtrack. “What? No, I—” you stammered, shifting nervously, “I wasn’t—I didn’t—”

Tyler’s smile grew, his eyes darkening slightly as he stepped closer, the confidence in his movements unmistakable. 

“Don’t act innocent,” he said softly, his voice low and intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. “We both know what you were doing two minutes ago.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse roaring in your ears. You wanted to say something, anything to regain control of the situation, but your words had vanished, leaving only the heavy thrum of your heartbeat in their place.

His eyes held yours, and you couldn’t look away, not even when he took another step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small bathroom. 

“Need a little help?” he offered, his voice soft but the suggestion behind it crystal clear.

You couldn’t meet his gaze, your eyes darting to the floor as your embarrassment threatened to swallow you whole. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, your throat too tight, your mind spinning.

Tyler sighed lightly, the sound laced with amusement, but it wasn’t mocking. No, it was more like he understood. He moved toward you, his footsteps slow and deliberate, stopping just at the edge of the shower. 

“Hey,” he murmured, his hand slipping under your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Look at me,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a way that made your breath catch.

Your eyes finally met his, and the intensity there stole the air from your lungs. His expression had softened, but there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze, the unspoken desire that simmered between you.

“Do you want help, sweetheart?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, but it carried so much weight, so much meaning.

You swallowed again, your heart pounding as you gave the slightest nod, unable to form words but knowing, deep down, that this was exactly what you wanted.

A slow smile spread across Tyler’s face, one that was both tender and teasing. “Good girl.”

Without another word, he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, the muscles of his chest and arms rippling in the low light. He tossed the shirt aside, then made quick work of his jeans, stripping down to nothing in seconds.

Before you could even process the full reality of the moment, Tyler had stepped into the shower with you, the steam rising around his body as the water ran over his skin. His gaze met yours, dark and intense, as his thumb brushed along your jawline. 

“Are you going to keep playing innocent?” he asked, his voice low, teasing. He knew exactly what game you were playing, and yet he loved to see you squirm under his scrutiny.

Your cheeks flushed with heat, the embarrassment from earlier still lingering. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out, just a soft sound of uncertainty. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes, but you couldn’t hold his gaze for long. The intensity made your stomach flutter, and your eyes flicked downward, unsure if you could handle the way he was looking at you, like you were his to unravel.

“You can’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he murmured, that familiar hint of dominance lacing his words. “We both know what you were thinking about in here.”

His hands found your waist, pulling you gently against him, the heat of his body mixing with the heat of the water in a way that made your head spin.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His hands slid lower, skimming over the curve of your hips, and you could feel the electricity crackling between you, the tension that had been building for weeks finally breaking loose.

His lips found your neck, kissing and sucking exactly where you had imagined them earlier, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roamed, exploring, teasing. Every touch ignited something inside of you, every kiss pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tyler…” you breathed, your voice barely audible over the rush of the water, but he heard you.

You gasped, your fingers clutching at his arms for balance as your knees threatened to buckle. The feeling was electric, shooting through you and pooling low in your stomach. You whimpered softly, still unable to meet his eyes, the embarrassment now mingling with a desperate kind of need. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Don’t be shy now,” he whispered against your skin, his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through you. “Tell me what you need.”

You bit your lip, your body trembling under the assault of sensations, unsure how to ask for what you craved. The confidence you had earlier was gone, replaced with a needy vulnerability that only Tyler could pull out of you.

His hand slid up your spine, fingers tracing each bump of your vertebrae, until he reached the back of your neck, gripping it lightly. His thumb brushed along your jawline again, coaxing your face back to his. 

“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

You lifted your gaze, your breath shaky as you met his eyes. The intensity in them made your pulse quicken, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile. His hand trailed back down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “Now, tell me what you want. Do you want me to touch you?” His voice was a mix of tenderness and dominance, his tone daring you to give in, to let him have control.

You nodded your voice barely a whisper. “Yes…”

His smile grew, and he let out a low, satisfied hum before his hand slipped lower, his fingers finally finding the place you needed him most. 

He teased you at first, his touch light and playful, watching as you squirmed against him, your body desperate for more. You moaned, your hands clutching at his back, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built inside you. He was torturously slow, dragging it out, watching you unravel beneath his touch.

“Tyler…” you whimpered, your voice shaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you.

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice low and rough. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let go.”

And with one last teasing brush of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You gasped, your body shuddering against his as the pleasure crashed over you in waves. Tyler’s arms wrapped around you, holding you steady as you trembled in his grasp, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your neck as you came down from the high.

He didn’t let go, not even when your breathing began to steady, his touch still gentle but firm, grounding you in the aftermath of the intensity. His forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as the sound of the water cascaded around you both, the steam curling in the air like a blanket wrapping around you.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice tender now, the earlier teasing gone, replaced with something softer, something almost reverent.

You nodded, your body still weak, but safe in his arms. And in that moment, you knew, as much as you wanted to keep denying it, that Tyler was more than just your friend.

[celli-ohs]

i'll wait here tomorrow (teaser)

pairing: choi soobin x reader

genre: collegeau!, parenthoodau!, angst, nsfw, fluff

previous: and then i'll leave without a trace

synopsis: from the moment you two made eye contact he hasn't been the same. it's like you've got him completely under your spell, not that he was complaining. when he wants to be more than a stranger in your bed you push him further away. choi soobin has what it takes to be your lover and more, he's sure of it. but after all he's done for you, was it worth all the pain and frustration?

warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, intoxication, foul language, stds and other sexual diseases, depression, postpartum depression, parenting struggles, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex while inebriated, sex while pregnant, oral sex (m&f receiving), and breeding kink

note: omg here's the long awaited teaser for part 2!! this is for me to create a taglist, so please comment/reply to be added when the full length gets released! happy reading!

comment/reply for taglist!! ✗♡✗♡

There’s something that makes Soobin’s stomach flip as he watches you make yourself comfortable in his childhood room. 

You’re fresh from the shower, drying your hair with your towel as you wear an old large pair of sweats and a long sleeve. Both of them were his. 

“You might want to hurry if you want hot water,” You warn him, standing in front of his mirror. “The water was getting a little cold as I finished.”

Soobin hates cold showers with a passion, but he doesn’t mind suffering from them if it means he gets to see you like this.

So instead of hurrying to the bathroom, he pats the empty space beside him on his old bed for you to sit. You don’t hesitate to plop down next to him, letting him take the towel from your hands as Soobin begins to gently dry your hair for you. 

With your back to him, he thinks your eyes are closed, enjoying the quiet serene moment. That is until you speak up.

“So,” You hum. “When were you going to tell me you have a furry fetish?”

Soobin drops the towel. “What?!”

You raise your hand and point across the room. On his wall was a hung poster of his favorite girl group Kara, the members all posing as each one of them is wearing a variant of animal ears and fuzzy matching gloves.

Soobin physically spins you around to face him, you give him a teasing grin. “I don’t- It’s a poster! I got it for free when I was a kid, leave me alone!” He complains as you begin to laugh. 

As he pouts, you stand to hang your wet towel on his old desk chair. “I’m just joking with you, I know,” You chuckle and stand between sulky Soobin’s legs to pull him into a hug. He gratefully does so, resting his head atop your tummy. You run a hand through his hair, the other one rubs small circles into his back.

Soobin closes his eyes and sighs. He loved being close with you like this, a fantasy he wishes he could live in forever.

“Your nephew’s really cute,” You say, but it’s so quiet it’s practically a whisper.

Soobin hums in agreement, eyes still closed as he listens intently to the sounds of your womb and growing son. “He’s funny too, kept poking my belly earlier.” You giggle. He feels the baby kick as you laugh. 

There’s a new unique sense of comfort and familiarity as you cradle him. 

Soobin cracks his eyes open, taking in the scene: the room he grew up in, lit by the dull yellowing light of his lamp. The quiet hum of the A/C unit blowing warm air throughout the house. Your soft skin and the gentle smell of your santal body wash. It all seems too good to be true.

Your right hand moves from his hand down to cup his chin. You gently guide him to face you, peering up at you like a curious puppy. And to him you’re an angel heaven sent.

“Come on, go shower so we can go to bed.” You say delicately, sweeping his bangs out of his eyes.

Soobin frowns, but stands up anyways. He often forgets how much taller he is compared to you. He doesn’t exactly keep a record of it. But he towers over you, your head tilted up to look at him curiously.

His hand comes up to caress your cheek and he leans down to kiss you.

It’s unlike any other kiss you two have shared, where sex is usually involved and made of raw lust. This kiss was innocent, full of endearment and vulnerability. A simple kiss to convey his true feelings.

You kiss him back with the same vehemence and Soobin feels hopeful.

i’ll wait here tomorrow (complete)

[malusokay]

How to Survive February *̩̩͙❆ ͙͛

Hot chocolate, matcha lattes, coffee, tea, etc etc...

Time for some romantic poetry, babes.. <3

Bubble baths and facemasks.

Get a cute manicure for Valentine's Day. Don't be afraid of getting something cheesy; it's cute!! :)

Cute outfits and museum dates. goals.

Adding cinnamon to EVERYTHING... keeps me sane. <3

waking up to classical music to feel like a princess.

Candles. Candles. Candles.

Heavy on the blush. so cute.

Going on daily walks to avoid seasonal depression, lol. <3

HIGH-QUALITY KNITS.

Hot girls eat soup. It's soup season.

Writing cute Valentine's Day cards and letters to your friends. Bonus points if you decorate them with glitter, lace, and bows. <3

Rainy days are for reading!! I just started reading Crime and Punishment :)

Weekend sleepovers with your friends!! (malu's sleepover guide coming soon...??)

Cool girls have a diary... just saying...

Cosy girls doing cosy things. Warm sweaters, fuzzy blankets, cute movies, good books, hot drinks... <3

Fluffy curls and bows.

Buy a good lip balm and a hydrating lip gloss/oil... no crusty, cracked lips here, babes!!

Valentine's Day is coming up; bake some cute cookies for your loved ones!! (recipe coming soon...)

Wishing all of you a beautiful February full of love and as always, please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! ♡*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛

❆‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[g0niki]

camera's on: take two ── y.jw p.js

camera's on (pt.1) (read me first!!!)

pairing: bf!jungwon x afab!reader x classmate!jay

word count: 2.3k+

content: no protection (don't be like them.), oral (m&f receiving), mxm (no penetration, but more than kissing), exhibitionism, dom!jay, switch!won, sub!reader, jw and reader are no thoughts head empty, creampies, recording. lmk if i missed anything! minors dni.

a/n: i was feeling silly and i didn't proof read🤸. please share your thoughts with me in the comments, reblogs, or my inbox! I also won't be adding more to 'camera's on' (at least as of right now) but i will still write for jaywon and other duos!! going to try and write more about the other members 🤞

jungwon had been standing on the tip of his toes for the whole week, eager for the upcoming friday. 

won bit on the end of his pencil, uninterested in his lecture about the mayan empire and the legacy they left behind. his focus was completely locked in on the analog clock dangling above the exit. the hands ticking and taunting him with every passing second, the pencil sitting in between his teeth being bent up as he bit down harder and harder.

unfortunately, the first tape had been lost but luckily for him, jay was feeling generous enough to allow another session free of charge (as long as he would have a feature). 

he knew you would already be home getting ready, probably letting jay get comfortable and set up while he’s forced to miss out on even the smallest of interactions. 

the thought of you and jay getting started up without him almost being enough to make him leave his lecture early.. yet at the same time he wouldn’t mind.

god, he hopes that’s what the two of you are doing. 

and just before he could get lost in the thought, imagining jay’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue as he rushes down the hall of your shared apartment, his professor is dismissing the class.

【☆】★【☆】

jungwon fumbles with his keys, struggling to get the right one into the keyhole. his bag tugging down on his shoulder as he fumbles with the doorknob, forcing his way into the small apartment.

only to be welcomed by silence. 

he knew you were home, you hadn’t told him about a change of plans. he lets his bag fall onto the floor next to your couch, eyeing the two pairs of shoes next to the entrance, clearly indicating the presence of both you and jay. 

“baby? did you guys set up?” he calls out as he creeps towards the room, the only place you and jay could be.

his stomach turned, anticipating what was going on behind the closed door. he could hear jay’s hushed whispers, the conversation between you too being inaudible. 

jungwon opened the door to the very scene he was wishing for. you were sitting between jay’s legs, your own splayed open as the older boy spread your folds,  the camera pointing directly towards the two of you. 

“good girl, you held in your sounds til jungwon could make it home.” jay used his free hand to push back the sweaty strands of hair off of your face. 

your cheeks were flushed, your face scrunched up as you used all your might to try and not make a single sound. 

“she’s waiting on you won,” jungwon's jaw slightly dropped, admiring the sight of the two of you. your naked forms pressed up against each other and waiting for him.

“you can let it all out now pretty.” the moment you heard your boyfriend’s smooth voice you were throwing your head back against jay’s shoulder, a strained moan leaving your throat as your back slightly arched and you forced your pelvis further into jay’s hand.

jay hadn’t even put his fingers inside of you, only playing with your clit and tracing the outsides of your hole lightly. he wouldn’t go as far as penetrating you in any sort of way without your boyfriend around and he was glad he didn’t. the way you were dripping down onto his fingers and leaving his hand soaked was amusing to him. 

you were so easy to toy with, almost as if you had never been fucked. and that made him want to tease you even more.

“why don’t you come warm up too jungwon?” jay so easily picked you up, moving your body next to him and signaling won to him. “this week looks like it’s been hard to you, hasn’t it?”

jungwon dumbly nodded, walking over to stand in between jay’s open legs. 

“mm, both of you are too dumb to use your words today. maybe if i help you relax a bit you’ll start speaking up, yeah pretty boy?” 

jay’s hands found jungwon’s, the older boy standing up to now tower over him. moving the two of them around and giving jungwon his former place on the edge of the bed. 

you watched in awe as jay tugged down jungwon’s loose sweats. freeing his painfully hard and swollen member, letting it slap against his hoodie. 

won moaned at the feeling, his sensitive tip rubbing against the cotton material and leaving a dab of precum. 

“both of you are so needy, look at this.” jay lightly blew on jungwon’s tip, his cock jumping in response.

“please hyung.” won’s voice was whiney, and you clenched your legs together watching. your boyfriend’s needy response has you pouting, you hated seeing him not get taken care of.

“come on jay, he’s asking nicely.” you crawled up behind your boyfriend, sitting on your knees and placing light kisses and licks along your boyfriend’s neck. 

“oh, so you can speak?” jay laughed lightly, slapping jungwon’s thigh just to get a reaction. “lucky i’m feeling extra nice today.”

before the two of you could even process it, jay is wrapping his lips around jungwon’s cock. his tongue gently tracing the underside of his tip, won’s body shuddering in response.

jay didn’t bother to take any more of jungwon in his mouth, only paying the swollen end any attention. the both of you knew not to ask for more.

jay’s eyes looking up at the both of you. you were doing your best to feel included, marking up every open surface and leaving the prettiest purple marks on jungwon’s neck, but jay could see the subtle pout on your face. he knew you wanted to feel included. 

he slowly pulled off of jungwon’s tip, letting it rest against his bottom lip for a moment. the saliva serving as a gloss for his lips, jungwon’s member getting more excited by the moment, jumping as jungwon let every single groan and moan leave his throat.

“oh my fucking gosh hyung.” jay wasn’t even doing anything at the current moment yet won felt like he was about to spill all over the cameraman’s face. 

“hey pretty, go grab the camera for me.” your eyes immediately lit up at jay’s command, pushing yourself off the mattress and grabbing the device. “now hand it to jungwonnie and get down here with me.” 

won felt like he was going to faint. the image of you sitting on your knees next to jongseong sends his brain into overdrive. the evident size difference between you two, the rough and dark look jay had in comparison to your soft and head-empty appearance giving him whiplash. 

he watched as jay grabbed the back of your head and had you lean closer to jungwon’s stiff cock, forcefully placing you face-to-face with it.

jay places the tip of jungwon’s cock onto your lips, tapping it against the bottom of your mouth a couple of times, the both of them groaning at the sight.  

“i can’t take this anymore.” 

almost as if it were on cue, jay is leaning forward and sandwiching jungwon’s tip between the two of your lips. his tongue coming out to fight with yours and caress the sensitive end all at the same time.

jungwon’s hands gripped the camera. he could’ve sworn he was hearing colors at this point. 

the way you whined against him was driving him insane. the two tongues providing extra stimulation and the whole view being displayed on the camera’s monitor getting him even harder. 

he could see the tears pricking your eyes, how desperate you were to please him and keep up with jay. 

he felt bad looking at his pretty girl lack so much attention, so he did what any good boyfriend would do. 

he pushed his leg closer to your core, watching as you immediately used it to get yourself off. the material of his sweats rubbing against your clit and giving you the extra energy you needed to drool on his cock and start kissing down the base. 

won tangles his hand in the older’s hair, pulling the boy off of him and admiring his lustful eyes and sharp jaw. 

“what won?” he looked uninterested in what jungwon had to say, if it wasn't for the bulge firmly pressing against his pants jungwon would've almost thought he didn't want to be there.

“look at her. she’ll take anything right now.” won gave jay a fake pout, the two of them watching how you licked up and down won’s member, paying special attention to your favorite vein. 

jay quickly grabbed the camera from won’s hands and focused the lens on you. capturing your eyes pinched tightly together as your hips desperately rutted up and down. 

"holy shit..." won’s neck was thrown back, his member shooting out cum and decorating your cheeks and eyelashes. 

the two of them watch as you swipe the fluid off your face and scoop it into your mouth instead, locking eyes with the camera and giggling.

“camera’s going back up, get on the bed.” jay moves towards the tripod, setting up his camera once again, slightly zooming in and only keeping the bed within the frame. “look at you two, so desperate.”

the camera displays both you and won laying on your sides and sloppily making out. won’s hands clutch at your waist, pulling you closer and rubbing his cock against your clit. the repeated nudging of his head making you whine into his mouth and he can’t help but suck up every single noise you make.

jay lets his cock throb at the view, his head dripping beads of precum as he uses his pointer finger to lightly graze the end of his cock. 

“go on jungwonnie~ fuck her already.” 

you pull away for a moment, hands in his hair and admiring his glassy eyes. “I want it so bad, give it to me please~” you slide your hand between the two of your bodies,  lifting your leg and lining up his member with your entrance. 

jungwon’s hips jump forward on instinct. his dick pushing into you and feeling the warmth of your velvety walls, squeezing his eyes shut and rutting into you. the thrust are short, only pulling out maybe an inch or two before slamming his hips back into yours as he eagerly chases his release. 

“please, fuck- fuck i’m going to cum.” he buries his face into your chest, kissing the tops of your breast. his kisses become messier and messier, leaving marks behind as he speeds up the pace of his hips, his pelvis coming into contact with your clit every time he fucks up into you, ticking you closer and closer to your high . “i’m filling you up- fuck…”.

the warm thick liquid coating your inside, sending you over the edge. he pushes this face into your boobs more, biting down on the supple flesh. his teeth sinking in hard enough to have you squirming, possibly drawing a bit of blood. 

the both of you panting in silence for a moment before jay speaks up, startling the both of you. 

“let’s get our final scene, okay?” he gets in the bed behind you, grabbing your smaller frame and sliding you off of won’s sensitive cock. “gonna make you feel real good princess.” 

he lays flat on his back, pulling you on top of him and pressing your back on top of his chest. his dick now aligned with your cunt, the mixture of you and jungwon dripping down onto his thick shaft.

without warning he’s pushing you down onto his length, won’s cum helping ease the stretch.

“so fucking tight, no wonder he cums so quick.”  jay uses his hand to lightly apply pressure on your lower stomach, heightening the feeling of his dick.

won dumbly watches, his mouth slightly hanging open in awe at the sight. 

“won… need more~” you squeak out to him. you were so close to being gone, his pretty girl being so so good for jay. taking him so well and still wanting more. 

no one would ever be able to satisfy you the way he does. fucking jay, yet still needing him. 

and who was he to deny you?

jungwon crawled over and settled himself between the tangled mess of legs.

leaning down so closely to your stuffed cunt and blowing against it. your body jolting at the feeling, making his eyes light up and a light smirk settle on his lips.

“look at that pretty, the way you clench around him is so cute.” your back arches against jay’s chest. the older wrapping his arms around you to hold you still.

looking down you see won lean in and wrap his soft lips around your clit. suckling on it softly, giving you the last bit of pleasure you needed, but he doesn’t stop there. 

his tongue lolling out of his mouth and moving down to circle your cunt, bringing pleasure to both you and jay. 

jay’s thighs shake at the feeling, and jungwon likes that reaction. 

the younger boy moves down even further, taking jay’s balls into his mouth and sucking on them for a moment before pulling them out of his mouth with a pop. won sticks out his tongue and licks jay from his balls up to where he is inside of you. 

sliding his wet muscle into your cunt alongside jongseong’s cock, sliding against the sensitive vein. 

the feeling of won’s nose bumping against your bruised clit making you squirm and scream, tears welling up in your eyes as you babble out nonsensical begs and pleases as you cum. 

 jay adding more to the mess inside you with the final flick of jungwon’s tongue against his thick cock. 

jungwon sits back, watching the two of you grab onto each other and ride out your highs with a satisfied smile on his face.

“that was better than the take we lost.”

“oh yeah about that, i never lost the take.” you and won snapping your necks to look at jay. “what? i couldn’t pass up on another threesome with you two.” 

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@g0niki all rights reserved. do not translate or post my work anywhere without permission.

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[moldychefboyardeecan]

The Price of Attention

masterlist | more one-shots and drabbles

a/n: i blame my friends for telling me about this plot- i have nothing better to do ! :D i think this might be the filthiest and smuttiest piece on my roster. someone stop me- because they're going to get freakier from here as i try to finish up my drabble wips. like..maybe 5 more smut drabbles left in my wips after this one :D reqs are still on pause, but i will be working on them throughout next week. luv yall x

NSFW- voyeurism, dom/sub dynamics/ power imbalance, verbal & physical humiliation, licking/cunnilingus, double penetration, semi-public sex, revenge, blow jobs, fingering, oral (both m and f receiving), cum swallowing, hair-pulling, throatfucking,nipple/breast play, overstimulation, use of pet names, praise

summary: You wanted to make strides to get your new lover’s attention. Instead; he made you serve yourself during a business dinner, and let some of his colleagues get a taste and a show. 

wc: 3.51k

tag list: @hannahbarberra162, @mewnewew (if you wish to be added to this tag list, please- do NOT be shy , and ask please!)

Doflamingo x fem!reader x Sir Crocodile & Mihawk

MDNI, read at your own risk!

You knew what would happen when you wore that dress. Sure, he wanted to bring his new, shiny lover to the warlords' meeting to keep himself busy and entertained; but you had your own plans. That white silk dress with a slit too high up for anyone else to see you like that, the low dip of the neckline, and straps–rather the lack thereof. 

You were a problem that needed solving, and by all means of his logic: he was the solution.

But no..

You decided to grab his attention and refused to reciprocate. 

Sitting between MIhawk & Sir Crocodile, offering your attention to them.

The ghost touches you left around Crocodile, leaving him hungry and amused.

The way you leaned into Mihawk, your neckline dipping, the curves of your breasts showing, teasing him for more.

The act went on, and the room shifted: from silk to skin. 

The scarred man on your left, entranced by your features, left his own comments and opinions in the air:

“Donquixote, your woman is..enticing.”

Doflamingo’s view tunneled to just you–his woman, and the other man who claimed she was ‘enticing’–in his own words! 

Though the world around the two warlords, the rest had turned to the scarred man and to you. On your right, Mihawk, said nothing but took a sip of his glass of wine. 

Jinbei’s brow furrowed. 

The fishman glared, annoyed at Crocodile: “Have some restraint. This is a professional setting.”

The other woman at the table, the Empress bit onto the fishmans words,dipped into her pride, beauty and venom,leaning back against her chair–

“There's no need to warn him for such pathetic, attention seeking behavior”

A pause, with the table looking at you, the empress’ face smeared with a knowing look, trying to shame you for your...approaches towards the two men besides you.

–SLAM!

The table rattled, some glasses clinking, some falling. Utensils shook against their perfect porcelain plates.

Doflamingo was on his feet, chair kicked back behind him. His grin stretched wide—unnatural, sharp, and stretched far too thin. Smug. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, moving his face to your ear, feeling his hot breath against it:

“Mi reina, ¿quieres attention?”

His voice, deep and smooth, growled as tighten his grip, his free arm tracing your body, “Lo pediste… con ese vestido..” His arm turning you towards him, his hand lifting your chin, trailing his thumb over your lips,  “Con esa sonrisa”, and finally..to meet your eyes. “Con tus ojos de zorra.”

You gulp down your reply, and he stares back to the table. Slowly, Doflamingo turned your head with the same hand that cupped your jaw—directing your face toward the table, toward them.

The warlords.

Still watching.

Mihawk, unmoving, swirling his wine. Crocodile, eyes hooded and amused. Boa’s lips were curled into something sharp and satisfied. Jinbei, already tense, gripping the edge of the table.

“Entonces, mi amor..”

Doflamingo grabs your thigh, slowly moving one arm beneath them, the other around your back, and lifted you like nothing. Your dress fluttered like paper as he turned with you in his arms.

And that's when-

–THUD.

-your back hit the table, laying you out on display.

…”ya lo tienes aquí, fufufu.” He finished, gliding his hand over your body.

Before you could even process your body being laid out, in such a vulnerable state, in front of all these powerful people; Jinbei rose half from his seat.

“This is a meeting, not—!”

“Cállate.” Doflamingo’s voice sliced though. He was tired of this–he was done playing civil. First that—that scarred bastard running his mouth, letting what wasn’t his brush too close, sit too near, laugh too freely. 

You were his. Not for Crocodile’s wandering eyes. Not for Mihawk’s idle observations. Not for Boa’s acidic judgment.

And now–Another warlord meddling in what was his? 

“I warned you, fishman. You still have your chance to leave.”

Jinbei stood fully now, wide-shouldered and fuming, but the tension in the room was unbearable—so thick even Boa turned, rising from her seat with a disgusted scoff.

Kuma was already gone. Silent as ever.

“Now... where were we, mi reina?”

He stared Jinbei down, unbothered, as his hand found your chest again, two fingers began their cruel little game—circling your nipple through the fabric, slow and smug. Like he had all the time in the world. Like no one else in the room mattered.

The pressure was maddening—lazy little spirals that made the peak harden beneath your dress, tightening and perking up traitorously against the silk. A soft hitch escaped your lips before you could swallow it down.

Doflamingo smiled wider.

“Ah… there she is..and without a bra.”

At your sight, Jinbei’s voice rose louder in protest, disgusted at Doflamingo’s…overwhelming personality. Your back arching at his touch, melting at the warlord’s will. “This is vile.” Jinbei barked, watching your body’s reactions. “You’re exploiting the poor girl.”

Doflamingo slid his second hand over to your chest, pinching both your nipples over your clothes, eliciting a moan out of you. “mm.tch. I think she’s enjoying this. She hasn’t refused anything.” He leans over your body, towering you, chest to chest, his mouth so close you can feel his breath against your earlobe, and the rumble of his voice travels through you like electricity. “Have you, mi amor?”

Your body slowly melting to his touch, your core pooling at the tease, pleasure and situation around you. You know damn well if you open your mouth, you’re going to plead for more. So instead you shake your head no. 

“That’s what I thought.” He starts going further, and massages your breasts, whimpers and whines coming out of your mouth you're struggling to keep shut. Your knees nearly buckled. 

Jinbei shouted again, but it was hopeless now. You could hear it in his voice—he was arguing with the wall.

He turned with a growl and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

You turn your head and see there's still two more people sitting down:

Sir Crocodile grinning, rolling a cigar in his thick, calloused, ringed hands. Smoke curled from his lips like a snake’s tongue—coiling toward you.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His eyes said everything:

He was enjoying the show. Thoroughly.

Then–Mihawk, stoic, swirling his wine,once, twice. 

Silently observing.

Neither of them looked away.

It was at this point Doflamingo notices, and straightens himself back up, and starts shifting his hands away from your breasts, and under your dress, his bare palm touching the skin of your stomach.

 “You guys don't mind if I..?” He trails off, his hand tracing to your chest, slid up beneath the silk, and the dress clung—bunching around his forearm, rising in soft, greedy folds. It gathered like it wanted to see, too. To bare you. 

The other two men simply glance at the new sight to behold–your panties, your bare stomach, and soon; your naked chest that Doflamingo’s greedy hands were holding. Crocodile’s grin stretched as far as his scar, his cigar rolled between his fingers, like a hungry predator eyeing his prey.  “Not at all, Donquixote.”

At the feeling of your bare skin against the tablecloth beneath you- the only fabric left other than your soaked, thin panties, the cool air struck above you, leaving your back arching at the sensations. 

With a final breath, Doflamingo lifted the dress off your shoulders, unwrapping your body like a present.

Holding your shoulders, his lips crash into yours, one hand massaging your bare breasts, swallowing your whimpers and moans. While he pins you to the table, he places the other hand over your panties, feeling your excitement.

 “Fucking slut, look at you. Enjoying this.” he broke the kiss, teasing your clit against your soaked panties, taking in your squirms and whimpers.

Crocodile cuts in, clearly, enjoying the show before it starts: “Look at her,she's twitching. I bet the pretty little pussy wants some attention, huh?”

Doflamingo turned to him, and turned back to you, his face wicked. You meet the gaze of his glasses, your face reflecting back in them, and your throat bobbed, your core tense. He only snickered at your reaction. “Mírala… she’s clenching. Fucking clenching for me.” His voice drips with pride, mocking and adoring all at once. His thumb presses just enough against you to make you gasp.  “Reina… quieres que les enseñe—just how good my girl can be?”

 His smile widens. “Mm? You want them to see that pretty pussy work?”

You whimper out a pathetic yes. “I-I..” “Hm?” He adds more pressure against your clothed clit, circling it.“I can’t hear you right, reina. Good girls ask clearly.”

You don't hold back the mutters and whimpers at his tease, making you even more soaked. 

“I-I..want them to ..see.”

Doflamingo’s chest rumbled deep. “Que perra.” He moved his teasing hand up to your waistband, stretching it and letting it snap against your skin, enjoying your reactions. Your hips jerked up at the sudden pain, mouthing out wordless pleads and whimpers. “So..responsive.” Mihawk commented at your twitching, moaning and pleading state. He’s impressed how Doflamingo made you such a slobbering mess, just by teasing you. ‘You’re such a good pet,’ he thought. The feathered warlord dug his fingers, and hooked them at the waistband. This time, slowly and deliberately, he slowly dragged your panties off, watching how the strings of slick clung against the measly, soaked, now transparent fabric.

“Look at that wet, dripping cunt.” Crocodile chimed, watching your slick, wet folds in their full beauty, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

You were bare. That's how he likes you. Bare pussy open to his face. That’s exactly what was on Doflamingo’s craves and menu tonight. “Mami, you don’t mind if I have my dinner, no?” he purred. He fucking knew you couldn’t- wouldn’t say no. You nod once more, watching his body move between the two men, and his head between your thighs.  “Mierda… all this for them?” he murmurs, and his fingers spread you wider, the cool air hitting before his mouth replaces it—hot, wet, insistent.

Crocodile hums in approval at your reaction to Doflamingo’s tongue on your folds, watching your back arch and legs opening wider to invite this in. “So eager for this, aren’t you? So happy to be ruined.” His eyes gaze over your body like a lazy touch. “What a good little slut.” 

Doflamingo doesn’t stop.

His mouth moves in obscene circles over your clit—flicking, sucking, tonguing like a man possessed. And when your legs twitch, hips bucking, spine arching—he just moans into you, like your body’s reactions are his favorite feedback loop.

He dives his tongue into your cunt, letting you grind against his face. Fuck, you were phenomenal. You’re perfect. 

So fucking wet. So fucking needy.

Your thighs threaten to close around his head, but he just grips them harder, forcing you open like he owns your body.

Because he does. Doflamingo wouldn’t show them his beautiful girl for no reason.. 

“Look at her,” Crocodile says, low and dry. “Riding his face like she was born for it.”

Mihawk hums, cool and unreadable, but the tension in his jaw gives him away. That wine’s been forgotten.

Doflamingo moans again, tongue pushing deep, then flattening out to lap you up like a starving dog, nose pressing flush against your clit, sending another tremble through your spine. Your moans are high, frantic, desperate little cries that melt into wet sobs of pleasure.

"Fucking. Divine." he rasps against you. “Your pussy’s singing for me, reina.”

His hand snakes under your ass, lifting your hips higher, adjusting the angle—like a chef plating his favorite dish. “Grind. That’s it—fuck my face, you bitch.”

It was too good–feeling his face, the pleasure rounding up in your core. The eyes on you, the words for you. The tension in your lower body winding up, it was too much.

“Dof- Sir..! Im..c-guh- close..!”

You moan out, your voice ragged and out of breath.

And Doflamingo? He doesn’t fucking stop.

“Then cum for me, perra.” His voice is muffled by your cunt, but the growl is there—low and hungry. “Let them all see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

Whimper and pants are all you can let out, your body so damn hot and feeling so damn good. The feeling of his wet, warm tongue deep into your inner walls, his nose brushing your clit, your thighs pressing onto his head.

It was too much. You were a live wire, waiting to blow.

Your body snaps—spine bowing, legs kicking, mouth falling open in a silent scream before the sob breaks through. Your vision whites out. You're shaking, twitching, fucking drenched.

“Look at you. Sloppy little slut, isn’t she?” Sir Crocodile laughs, watching your wet, slick soaked pussy twitch and ache while you ride those blissful 10 seconds of orgasm.

“..Mmm, That she is. Look at her, she hasn’t even reached her limit. Isn’t that right, puta?”

You were still catching your breath, unable to respond.

“I said..” He pulls you to his face by your hair, whispering into your ear; “Isn’t that right, puta mierda?”

You gulp and nod your head.

He shifted, slowly rubbing his clothed knee against your sensitive slit, teasing you. He didn’t care about those pairs of capris anyway. 

A soft silent whimper left your now agape mouth.

“..yes.” He adds more pressure against your clit, leaving his knee there.

“Que dijiste, reina? I couldn’t hear you.”

You stifle a moan, the feeling overwhelming you, so much so, your face twists, tightens, and contorts, a single teardrop betraying you.

He catches it.

Not gently.

Setting his foot onto the table, he sets you on his thigh, hair still in his grip. Moving chest to chest, he notices more tears running, as well as your mascara slowly starting to join in with your tears.

His thigh bounces, and your whole body jolts. A broken gasp leaves your lips—half-moan, half-sob.

“Que bella, crying for more attention hm.?”

He stops bouncing his thigh, leaving you in a whimpering mess, trying to get more.

“You still haven’t answered my question, mami. Do you still have more in you?”

He holds your back with one hand, the other twisting your nipple

“GAH-! fuck..yes..yes,s-do-sir, I do.”

Tears are streaming down your face more and more now, black streaks painting your face. Doflamingo, after all, was kind to his lovers, so he cleaned up your face–with his tongue, the salty taste invading his tongue. “That’s my girl.”

He leans in, tongue dragging slowly across your cheek—lapping up the tears and the makeup like it’s a dessert course after devouring your pussy. The taste makes him groan low in his chest, his grip on your waist tightening like he might lose his fucking mind.

“Mm… giving me a palette cleanse after tasting such a pretty pussy, reina?” He chuckles, licking up a fresh streak without hesitation. “Such a good, good girl.”

He watches you for a moment, admiring the tear-slicked mess of you perched on his thigh—your body trembling, eyes glassy, lips parted in ruined obedience. Then, with no ceremony, he shifts.

Doflamingo rises to full height, cock flushed and glistening, and guides you down onto your hands and knees atop the table—bare, vulnerable, shaking beneath the heat of the room and the eyes that never left you.

You barely register your forced pose change, on all fours, your mouth in front of his stuffed pants. All you know is him. The sound of his zipper, the gleam of precum painting the flushed tip of his thick, long, veiny cock, and the low, rumbling growl in his throat.

“Mouth open, reina. Show me how pretty you look with your throat full.”

Your lips part automatically, mascara-streaked cheeks hollowing on instinct. He grips the base of his cock and guides it in—slow, thick, unforgiving. The stretch fills your mouth in seconds, and when he hits the back of your throat, he doesn’t stop.

You gag, he moans.

“That’s it. That’s it, mami,” he purrs, stroking your hair. “Let me fuck that mouth.”

Choking on his cock , he rocks forward again—deeper this time. Your lips stretch wide, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, chin slick, tears rolling harder now.

“Respira por la nariz, puta.”

Your moans are muffled by the sheer size of him, throat aching and fluttering around the intrusion, but still—you take it. You want to take it.

“Look at you,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “So desperate for it. Such a fucking cocksleeve.”

The table shakes with every thrust. His hips snap forward, his hand fisting in your hair, the sound of your wet, gagging mouth in the silence.

You're dizzy with it—head heavy, cunt pulsing—but when he twitches in your mouth, you instinctively press your tongue to the underside of his cock.

That’s all it took.

“Que bien, you take-ngh- me so well..”

He groans—loud, low, unrestrained. His hips jolt, and he spills into your mouth with a growl that echoes off the walls.

Mihawk, ever the silent observer, tilts his glass slightly, not even looking at you.

“You’re both going to break her.”

The room shifted, a pause between the three men, as they turned to the swordsman.

“Be sure to keep her breathing. She still has use left.”

Doflamingo cuckold, his breath evening out. “Escuchastes, perra pal carajo? Even el pajarito thinks you’re so good. Go on, thank him.”

You sit on your legs–like a fucking animal, and nod to the hawk-eyed man.

“.t-..thank you..s-sir.”

Rolling his cigars, Crocodile let out a low, deep, rumble for laughter.

“The hawk is right, Donquixote. Be careful with her.”

Doflamingo raised an eyebrow at the scarred man, and curled his face into a dark smirk. “Don’t underestimate her. She’s a precious little whore.”

The warlord simply chuckled back, exhaling his cigar smoke on your face. Watching him stand up, you noticed the aching bulge in his silk pants.

“Trust me, I want to see what this pretty little woman of yours can do.” The flat of his hook petting and stroking your back, your eyes fluttering at the feeling. His hands however, found their way towards your asscheeks, and two fingers suddenly plunged into your cunt, curling into that sweet gummy spot in your walls, earning a stifled and held back whimper from you. Fuck, it felt so good.

“Still so fucking tight, and wet.”

He slid his fingers out, small strings of slick stuck before falling and clinging to his fingers. Crocodile laughed, and he shoved those two fingers into your mouth, gliding it on your tongue, until you started sucking on them.

“Such a good little slut, you like tasting yourself, huh?” His hood is still petting your back, adding to the sensations around you. Unable to say a word with his fingers in your mouth, you nod.

“Fucking nasty,nasty girl. Letting your lover play with your pussy in front of such bad, evil men.” He lifted you head and moved it to show both your lover, Doflamingo, and MIhawk watching you. “Turn around, babydoll. Let me see that pussy right in front of me.”

You turn, your pretty pink bubble gum cunt facing him now.

“Let’s see how well that Donquixote trained you.”

There it was- his thick cock plunging into your cunt, the stretch inviting you into a moan.

Crocodile smirks—grabs your hips harder, thrusts deeper. The sound of your slick heat meeting his cock filling the room, alongside gasps and whimpers.

“Fucking mess,” he growls. “You’re soaked, babydoll. What, this turns you on? Getting used?”

He leans forward, breath brushing your ear.

“You’re not even resisting, whore.”

You can’t. You won’t.

You’re drooling now, eyes rolling, skin flushed, while your pussy pulses and grips him like he belongs there.

Doflamingo makes a small stride forward, right behind you now, thick hands landing on your waist. 

“Still got room, reina?” he purrs. “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit.”

You try to answer. But then—he presses in.

The stretch is too much. Too wide. Too full. You cry out, a choked wail of pleasure and pain, body trembling under the pressure of two cocks moving into you.

One thrusts in as the other pulls out, a rhythm building.

“So fucking tight,” Crocodile groans. “She’s pulsing,” Doflamingo gasps. “Taking us so well…”

Your tears smear across the wood. Your fingers claw at the edge of the table. You babble praise, gasps, broken pleads—“thank you, thank you, thank you—!”

You’re gone.

“Look at her,” Mihawk says from behind his glass, voice flat. “She’s singing.”

They fuck you faster. Harder. Perfectly timed. Your body shakes, spasms—legs kicking beneath you, brain white-hot with pleasure.

You shatter—screaming, sobbing, convulsing, slick pouring down your thighs as they keep moving inside you, fucking you through your climax,

“That’s it, baby,” Crocodile growls. “Give it to us.”

“Such a good girl,” Doflamingo moans, cock twitching deep in your ass. “Put on a beautiful show.”

Turns out, you came back for multiple meetings.

[midnight-mourning]

🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay🐟

It's that time again, but now it's for May! So let's just jump right into it;

Requests

I will have 16 slots available for requests. Length will be the same as previous events with 1000-2000 words allocated to each

Requests can be anything (again)! Just ask that they relate to mermaids/mermay in some way, be that directly or indirectly and of course DCA-related.

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc. 

fair warning though for the above, I am not familar at all with TSAMS and if you DO have a specific au, I will do my BEST to be accurate but cannot guarentee beyond that

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is fine!), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want!

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to. 

Requests will be posted starting on May 1st & ending on the 31st! I will likely post every other day, with the fic I'm writing suplementing in between ^^

I will be starting writing as soon as I get the first request, as I have a busy month or so prior to May SO, requests will be open from today (April 13th) until next week April 20th, or until I get 16 unique requests.

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

Sharing & More

Please feel free to share this post around, and request if you want to! Once I hit 16 unique ones I'll reblog this post with the announcement that requests are closed, so make sure to double check they aren't closed already prior to requesting!

I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca MerMay

These should be uploaded to ao3 when posted here, so you'll be able to read there if you prefer!

Shout out to the artists and beta-readers helping out with this event! It's a big help and adds to the fun so very excited to get to cooking with these and see what y'all get up to with them ^^ (if you're interested in joining in on this here's a final call to reach out and I'll invite you to the discord server :D)

General update things from me

As I said in my update post I am, very busy, things have picked up in my research so I'm in crunch mode to get done asap so i can graduate

I've been writing tho! Several things I'm waiting to share until I clean them up a bit but once mermay gets started i don't forsee another dry spell for a bit at least

Been working on a bit of everything, CS and HS both sit at the back of my mind but I just haven't had the time to really sit down and write for them both given theyre more in-depth with plot and such, will be getting back to them once im able to though I promiseee

I'm down a thumb rn due to a run in with a mandolin (the cutting tool not the instrument) but I will survive! not being able to draw sucks tho >_<

Excited to see the requests, bye for now!

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[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion prefers monogamy.

Again, simply my cup of thought tea steeped from my game experience. Its not everyone's drink. No shame, no blame, it's your game. Warning for triggers and spoilers.

*added note due to misunderstandings.

Please notice I said "prefers monogamy" not "is monogamous". He may be up for added partners later on down the line. But definitely not any time before the epilogue in my world.

So, why do I think he prefers monogamy?

Take..

"Iv never had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you."

And mix that with...

"I had nothing for so very long. NOTHING! Not even my own body!"

And add..

"You're you. Nobody is like that."

Plus countless other comments and actions and you get a bowl full of elf who just wants something for himself only for a change.

Centuries of being forced to give up or share everything. His possessions, his person, his own thoughts. Nothing to claim as own that no one else could take or touch at any moment. I'm sure if anything was given to him, he had to fight to keep it.

I think, he would be a bit possessive of anything he could claim as his own.

You are a gift to him. Something rare and special beyond words. I highly doubt he would be willing to share anything you are sharing with him outside of friendship. I could even see him getting fussy about strangers touching you. Moving you away or putting himself physically between you and whomever just touched you without asking.

Hells, even ascended Astarion isn't 100% game to share.

"As much as I wish to sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself...there is much to be done."

But, what about Halsin? He says he's fine with it.

Is he? Or is he people pleasing?

If he had said something along the lines of,

"Oh? He wants to share does he? Of course he does. I'm not up for such activities just yet, but you are free to have as much Halsin as you wish. "

I would have gone on that bear hunt, but he doesn't.

He askes you if you are wanting to sleep with Halsin because he has not been able to meet your sexual needs. And I interpreted that as he's vulnerable and worried he's being replaced for not putting out.

Imagine you had asked your lover to not to look to you for sex for reasons you are working out. They agree and you are just relieved as hell about it.

"You were patient. You cared."

Then they come along later down the line and say they are thinking about having sex with a friend. Where would your mind go?

I would bet hard gold he weighed the options in his head. "If I don't let them do this, they might leave me for good. But if I allow it, they wont have an immediate reason to leave. Halsin is the safest option given his experience."

And what's the best way to feel less awful about a situation we cant control? Create a counter situation where we gaslight ourselves into thinking its fine.

Wheeee!

I'm not saying Halsin's offer was bad, it was perfectly fine, it was just poorly placed in the grand scheme of things. If you and Astarion were having fun again before he suggested being an extra, then it would have been easier to believe he was really fine with it.

If they wanted Astarion to be a poly partner they needed to write it better. Shadowheart makes more sense as pro poly than he does.

So for me, Astarion is a one on one elf.

I am not against polyamory. I am not trying to take representation away. I am not shaming anybody for their choices. There is just not enough specific content to support it fully FOR ME. I was actually excited at the idea of having two partners in my fantasy world. Halsin was very clear and very specific about being on board. Astarion was not. And the choice did not feel right. Add a line somewhere for Astarion where he says "Im perfectly fine with sharing, darling. As long as it is discussed and we are in agreement of course." I will happily be on board with it.

[solkver]

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#%! social media au

#%! lee sohee x male reader

featuring! kim daniel (kyuded) as yn, giselle (aespa), mrld as their band songs, w2e as their band pics

synopsis! bored sohee decides that airdropping memes at his best friend's gig would be the best way to kill the boredom. much to his luck, the drummer of his best friend's band, who he's been crushing on for years, is the one that got his meme airdropped to.

content warning! angst, fluff, smut, profanities, suggestive jokes, kys/kms jokes, nsfw themes, mean jokes, ☁︎ means chapter includes written parts

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[rootedinrevisions]

Not Just Some Option

SUMMARY: After years of friendship and hidden feelings, you and Tyler Owens, the charming and fearless storm chaser, find yourselves tangled in an unspoken connection. One quiet evening at home in Arkansas, the walls of denial crumble as the tension between you finally comes to a head. Tyler’s frustration with your reluctance to open up sparks a raw, emotional confession, forcing both of you to confront the depth of your feelings. As truths are laid bare, Tyler proves his devotion with words and actions, leaving no room for doubt that his heart belongs to you—and only you.

A/N: Thanks to the Anon who sent the request for this in! Hope you enjoy it!

PROMPT: "What part of I want you and only you do you not understand?"

WARNINGS/TAGS: Some Angst. Fluff. Some brief kissing/making out.

WORD COUNT: 2k

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You’d always been good at hiding your feelings for Tyler. After all, what choice did you have? Loving him quietly from a distance was safer than risking everything and losing him for good. You told yourself you were fine being his best friend, the one he could count on through thick and thin, the person who knew him better than anyone. But sometimes, like tonight, the weight of unspoken words felt like it might crush you.

His arm was draped over the back of the couch, and you leaned into him, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen. The warmth of his body so close to yours should have been comforting, but it only reminded you of all the times you’d wished for more.

And then his phone buzzed. Again.

You bit your lip, refusing to look at the screen. It wasn’t your business who he was texting, no matter how much it felt like a dagger twisting in your chest. You tried to ignore the flashes of girls’ names, the way his lips quirked up in a small smile when he typed out a reply. But when the fifth buzz shattered the silence, you couldn’t help the sharp glance you shot at his phone.

“Who is that?” you asked, keeping your tone light, though the words tasted bitter in your mouth.

Tyler barely looked up. “Oh, just that brunette from Kansas. You know, the one from the bar.”

The knot in your stomach tightened. You remembered her well. The way she’d draped herself over him, batting her eyelashes and whispering in his ear, like she owned the right to his attention. And the worst part? He’d let her.

“Right,” you said, your voice tight as you turned back to the TV.

Tyler frowned, his focus shifting from his phone to you. “Hey, you okay?”

“I'm fine,” you lied, your eyes glued to the screen.

“You don’t sound fine.”

“I said I’m fine, Tyler.”

You could feel his gaze on you, sharp and searching. “Come on. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly, your fingers clenching the edge of the throw pillow in your lap.

He sighed, his tone turning frustrated. “Why do you always do this? I know something’s bothering you, but you won’t tell me. Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

Because if I tell you, I’ll lose you. The words screamed in your head, but you couldn’t say them. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if your confession made things awkward, and ruined the easy friendship you’d spent years building? You swallowed hard, your throat tight with unshed tears.

“Forget it, Tyler,” you said softly. “It’s not important.”

“Bull,” he shot back, his voice firm. “It’s important if it’s upsetting you. Talk to me.”

The frustration in his voice broke something in you, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. “I don’t like watching you with other girls, okay? I don’t like it when you’re texting them or taking them home. It hurts, Tyler. It kills me.”

The room went silent, the only sound the hum of the TV in the background. Tyler stared at you, his eyes wide with surprise.

“You…” He hesitated, his voice quieter now. “You feel that way about me?”

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Tyler. But I know it doesn’t matter."

"It does matter. I want you." He said softly.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "You could have anyone you want. Why would you want me?”

The vulnerability in your voice must have hit him, because he reached for you, his hand gently tilting your chin up until your eyes met his.

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” he said, his voice low and intense.

You blinked, the words not fully sinking in. “Tyler, don’t—”

“I mean it,” he interrupted, his eyes boring into yours. “I’ve wanted you for so long, but I didn’t think you felt the same. And yeah, I’ve been an idiot talking to other people, but that’s over. I’m done with anyone else. I just want you.”

You shook your head slightly, tears spilling down your cheeks. “How can I believe that? After everything? I've seen you take I don't even know how many girls back to your hotel room.”

His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. 

“Then let me prove it to you,” he murmured, his voice dropping as he leaned in closer.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, and the world fell away. It wasn’t rushed or tentative—it was a kiss full of everything he couldn’t put into words, everything he’d been holding back.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his breath was warm against your skin. “Do you believe me now?”

You nodded your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah. I believe you.”

“Good,” he said with a small smile, his hand still cradling the back of your neck. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Tyler didn’t wait for your response. His lips found yours again, firmer this time, more insistent. The hand cradling the back of your neck tightened slightly, anchoring you to him as his other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer.

The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against your lips in a silent request, and when you parted them, a quiet gasp escaped you as he claimed the moment. His tongue swept into your mouth, exploring, tasting, and igniting sparks that spread through your body like wildfire.

Your hands, which had been resting awkwardly at your sides, moved on instinct. One slid up to his shoulder, gripping the soft fabric of his t-shirt, while the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. The soft strands felt warm under your fingertips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving a gentle tug, earning a low, almost guttural sound from him that sent a shiver down your spine.

He shifted, his body pressing closer to yours as the kiss turned more heated. You felt his fingers flex against your waist, holding you firmly but not harshly. The way he touched you was deliberate like he was savoring every second, every tiny reaction you gave him.

“God,” Tyler murmured against your lips, his voice hoarse and breathless. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

His confession hit you harder than you expected, making your chest tighten and your head spin. You barely had time to process it before he kissed you again, tilting his head to deepen the connection.

You melted into him, letting go of the doubts and fears that had held you back for so long. The warmth of his touch, the intensity of his kiss—it all felt so right, so natural.

Tyler’s hand slid up your side, his thumb brushing just under the edge of your ribs before it settled lightly on your cheek, guiding your face to stay perfectly aligned with his. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the hunger in the kiss, and it left you breathless, craving more.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were gasping for air. Tyler pressed his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours in the charged silence. His hands framed your face, his thumbs tracing soothing patterns along your jaw.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through you. “I want you. Only you.”

Your heart stuttered at the sincerity in his tone, and all you could do was nod, your fingers still gripping his shirt as though letting go would break the spell.

“I don’t want this to be just a moment,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “I don’t want to go back to pretending.”

“We won’t,” Tyler promised, leaning in to press a softer, slower kiss to your lips. “No more pretending. Promise.”

Tyler’s promise hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt the truth of it in the way his hands lingered on your face, in the way his gaze bore into yours like he was trying to memorize every detail.

He kissed you again, slower this time, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache. It wasn’t just passion; it was something deeper, something that made the world outside this moment fade away.

You sighed against his mouth, your body relaxing into his as you let yourself get lost in him. Tyler responded by pulling you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he shifted, guiding you backward until you were lying against the cushions of the couch. He leaned over you, his weight balanced carefully on one arm as his other hand caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

His kisses trailed away from your mouth, moving to the corner of your lips, then along your jaw. Each touch of his lips sent a spark racing through you, and when he nuzzled against the curve of your neck, you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Tyler,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

He hummed in response, the low, rough sound vibrating against your skin as his lips found the spot just below your ear. 

“I love the way you say my name,” he murmured, his breath warm and tantalizing against your neck.

You bit your lip, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm. It grounded you, reminding you that this was real—that this wasn’t some fleeting dream you’d wake up from.

Tyler pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, his expression softer now, almost hesitant. 

“I need you to tell me something,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

You nodded, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you held his gaze. “Anything.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his brow furrowed as though the answer truly mattered more than anything else.

The question caught you off guard, but the answer came easily. “Of course I do.”

“Then trust me when I say this,” Tyler continued his voice steady but laced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. “I’m not going anywhere. This doesn't ruin our friendship. You’re not just some option to me. You never were.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes before you could stop them. You’d spent so long doubting, second-guessing, convincing yourself that this connection between you was one-sided. But now, hearing him say it, seeing the conviction in his eyes—it was overwhelming.

“Tyler...” Your voice broke, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check.

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your cheek. “No more doubting, okay? No more wondering if you’re enough. You’ve always been enough. For me, you’re everything.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could say anything else, Tyler leaned in, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to prove his words with every movement, every gentle caress.

The heat between you began to build again, his kisses growing more fervent as his hand slid down your side, resting just above your hip. You felt his fingers curl slightly, holding you with a mix of reverence and restraint.

The sound of the rain tapping against the window faded into the background as the world narrowed to just the two of you. Nothing else mattered—not the doubts, not the fears, not the years you’d spent hiding how you felt.

In this moment, it was just you and Tyler.

And for the first time, it felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.