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v6quewrlds · 9 days ago

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inspired by this ask <3

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

The tell-tale chime of the lock being activated on his girlfriend's car reached Joe's ears before he even realized he'd been waiting for it. He had been home all day, his social battery spent after nearly two weeks away in California for the start of his strict off-season training regimen. As much as he loved falling back into his strict routine, getting stronger, quicker in anticipation of OTAs in May, he had plans. Plans that involved her, their bed, and a whole lotta sweat.

He swallowed the last bit of his protein bar, chewing the final mouthful as he washed his hands under the kitchen sink faucet. The scent of her perfume grew stronger as he listened to her work sneakers squeak against the hardwood floor of the hallways leading from the garage to the kitchen, and his pulse quickened. When she finally appeared in the entryway, looking as radiant as ever in her navy blue scrubs, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, Joe couldn't hold back the grin that stretched across his face.

"Hi, baby," she chirped, her voice holding relief from a long day's work. But Joe didn't let her greeting fully land before he pounced. Before she could even set her bag down, Joe was upon her, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her with that familiar ease of his. He spun her around, her laughter filling the space between them as she squealed.

"What are you doing?" she giggled as Joe held her tightly, her arms moving to wrap around his shoulders with a tense sense of surprise. Her cheek pressed to his, she felt his warm breath against her ear as he whispered, "I missed you." He pulled back to find her gaze, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in a playful pout that made her heart flutter.

She delicately steadied his chin between her fingertips before kissing him deeply, the sweetness of her lips contrasting with the tartness of the apple she'd eaten on her way home. His arms tightened around her, and she felt the firmness of his muscles under her palms.

"Put me down, you caveman," she said with a playful scold, her voice muffled by his neck.

Joe shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. "Fine," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. With a swift pivot, he set her down, cupping her face in both of his hands and deepening the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gave into the passion, her body melting into his as his tongue danced with hers. Then he moved swiftly in her false sense of security, bending at the knees and hoisting her back over his shoulder.

"I wanted to tell you about my day," she protested between laughs as Joe began to march towards their bedroom.

The sound of his heavy footsteps grew muffled as he carried her down the hallway, her legs kicking in the air. He steadied a hand on her ass, his thumb rubbing a circle into the covered flesh. For a moment, her legs stopped kicking as she anticipated his next move. His hand lifted before coming down with a firm smack that echoed in the quiet of their house. She squealed with a mix of surprise and pleasure, the sting sending a jolt through her body. Her right hand swatted at his back, but it was met with another smack, this time on the opposite cheek.

"I can't believe you," she gasped out between giggles. "What is your plan?"

Joe chuckled, his hand reaching back to smack her ass again. "You can talk. Right now, I just need to take care of some things." She fell back onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress, as Joe tossed her with ease. The bedroom door slammed shut, leaving her with no doubt that he was now firmly in charge.

She watched him stalk over to her, his knee pressing into the mattress as she sat up on her elbows. "I can talk?" she questioned, arching an eyebrow as she tracked his movements, yelping out as he grasped her ankle and yanked her down to him.

"I can multi-task," Joe shrugged, his eyes gleaming with lust as they traveled down her body. He reached down and began to peel her scrub top over her head, revealing a plain black sports bra. "Go on, tell me about your day," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she began to recount her day. As she talked, Joe's hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist. His warm breath tickled her skin, nipping and kissing a path down her neck to the swell of her breasts. His touch was a delicious distraction, and she felt her thoughts growing hazy as he removed her bra and cupped her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks with his thumbs.

"Wait, so Luca's back from leave?" he asked absentmindedly, his teeth pulling at the waistband of her panties. She nodded, watching Joe's eyes darken with need as he took in the sight of her bare skin. His touch grew more urgent, his fingers slipping under the fabric to trace the dampness gathering between her legs before sliding them completely down her legs.

"He had like 15 days of PTO built up for a Europe trip. He went backpacking or some shit. Came back with pic—oh god," she gasped as Joe pressed the full width of his tongue against her clit, cutting off her words. She squirmed under his touch, trying to maintain her composure and continue the story, but her voice kept breaking into moans and breathless whispers.

Joe didn't seem to care about the story anymore. His eyes were fixed on her face, watching the way her chest heaved and her mouth fell open. He slid two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her on edge. He groaned against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Taste so good," Joe murmured against her, his words muffled by her folds.

She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her voice steady. "And, uh, yeah, he brought back some amazing pictures. Fuck, Joe, your tongue," she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut. "Keep doing that."

He chuckled, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Let me focus on this, keep talking, baby." He pushed her thighs apart wider, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. "Jesus," she whispered, her voice strained as her hands found his hair, tangling in the blonde strands. Her hips began to rock against his mouth, her story of Luca and his vacation forgotten in the face of the pleasure Joe was giving her.

"Keep talking, baby," he repeated, the vibrations of the syllables leaving his lips and traveling through her body. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her words.

"And, uh, Medina s—said that, uh, the new laser treatment we've been using is showing promising results in some of—oh, some of the follow-ups he's had," she managed, her voice a little shakier than before. Joe's eyes met hers, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers began to move in and out of her in a rhythm that matched her racing pulse.

"Tell me more," he murmured, his eyes closing as he relished in the taste of her arousal. Her thoughts swam in a sea of sensation, making it difficult for her to form coherent sentences. "C'mon, sweetheart, keep going," he coaxed, pulling back to watch the way her pussy clenched around his fingers. He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, his own cock straining against his shorts.

Her eyes focused on the ceiling, she took a deep breath and tried to remember her day. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate with Joe's mouth and hands working their magic on her body. "So, we had this one patient with—oh fuck," she moaned as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot. "With a really stubborn case of psoriasis. We've been trying different… uh, different…" She trailed off, her eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure grew stronger. "Different… oh my god… Joe."

He hummed against her, the vibration sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. "Fuck, you're soaked," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as he met her eyes. "Pussy's fuckin' creamin' for me."

She felt her cheeks heat at his crude words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. She was so wet that Joe could hear the slickness of his digits sliding in and out of her as she tried to maintain her train of thought. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.

"Yeah," she managed to gasp out, her eyes snapping back to his, the heat in his gaze setting her alight. "The treatment, um, the treatment is…" But she couldn't finish her sentence. His mouth was back on her, his tongue swirling and licking, his fingers working in tandem to drive her closer and closer to the edge. The tension in her body grew tauter with every stroke, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Keep talkin', I'm listenin'. Go on, baby," Joe said, his voice a low, sultry tone. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching the way her face contorted with every touch, every lick, every thrust of his fingers. Her eyes rolled back, and she tried to remember her train of thought. "It's okay if you can't," he murmured, his mouth moving to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. "I'm just tryna hear your voice."

She took a deep breath and tried again. "The patient, the psoriasis patient, we're hoping it'll clear up with the new laser therapy," she gasped out, her voice trembling as Joe removed his fingers and dipped his head to devour her again. "But we probably need more… more time. More… fuck… more sessions to be sure."

Joe hummed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her unravel before him. He knew she was close, her thighs quivering around his head, her nails digging into the sheets. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his mouth lapping at her slit, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. "But it's looking good?"

"It's good. So fucking good," she managed to murmur, her body writhing under Joe's skilled mouth. She could feel the orgasm building within her, a coil of heat and need tightening in her lower belly. Her words were becoming more disjointed. "I'm so—" a moan, "happy that—" a curse, "it might—" a whine, "Joey, I'm gonna come."

Joe's response was a murmur of approval against her pussy, his tongue working in earnest as he felt the first tremors of her approaching climax. Her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as she gave into the sensations, her body arching off the bed as Joe's mouth consumed her. She felt like she was floating; her senses heightened and overwhelmed with pleasure. The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist; the only thing that mattered was the feeling of Joe's mouth and the way his tongue danced over the sensitive muscle.

Her thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm crashed over her, the intensity of it making her toes curl and her back bow off the bed. She threw her head back, her dark hair fanning out over the pillow as she moaned his name, the sound echoing off the walls. Joe didn't stop, his tongue swirling around her clit as her body spasmed and contracted, helping her through the waves of pleasure.

When the last tremor had passed, her body went slack, her breaths coming in deep, shuddering gasps. She looked down at Joe, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement, his mouth glistening with her arousal. He gave her clit one last, gentle kiss before moving up her body, breathing her in before kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on him, laughed against his mouth, and whispered, "You're so horny."

Joe grinned, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. "It's your fault," he murmured, his hand sliding down to palm his own hardness through his shorts. "I'm getting another one out of you before we even think about dinner."

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dmitriene · 1 month ago

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Hiya👋👋 I hope you start feeling better❣❣ Anyways I was thinking.. Hybrid Au with any of the Cod guys you can choose, where reader and whichever of the guys you pick are both hybrids. One and or both of them go into heat/rut at the most inopportune moment possible, like on a mission or in the middle of a meeting type thing. Please and thank you❣❣😊

cw: hybrids, mating, rut, breeding, mentions of 141.

simon ghost riley realizes how important it is to discuss the next mission in order to strategize the matter between the soldiers, so when captain john price pulls him out of your grasping, hugging arms with a phone call in the morning, saying that in fifteen minutes he will be waiting for everyone in the briefing room, you both have to unglue your eyes open to the mercilessly bright morning rays and start getting ready.

the thing is, you've been lot, awfully clingy all recent week, sure, it's not something new for either of you, you've already been making simon's life harder from the point when he made you his mate, your body always wrapped or rubbing against defined expanse of his muscle and bone, kitten tail flicking around and curling over his leg, sweet face always nudging in against his own rugged and stubbled mug, his precious, needy darling.

but the further it's goes, the more possessive you got, obsessed, even, something been gnawing in at the pit of your tummy, making you scrape your sharp, tiny teeth's against the exposed pulse point on simon's neck, claw over every honed out, full corded lines of his body, make his pointed, dark furred dog ears twitch, fluttering at your very touch and ghost of a smell, cloying enough to his sensitive nose, flaring out in response to your antics, as you coated him in the smell of your body, didn't let him go anywhere without your company by his side.

the center of the reasons for your behavior were laying in impending heat, simple as that, but both you and simon missed all the signs, until today's briefing, a room full of other members of taskforce, soldiers all around both of you, and the air seems stuffy, almost, as you brush it off on being a little bit annoyed by the early morning you had to start, the burn of your skin a distant hint that something is wrong, yet you're too engrossed in listening to captain talking.

too unaware for your own good, because the smell of you permeates and fills the room until there's no space and corners left, wafting, flowing around and under the noses of your fellow sergeants and captain, heads turning, chests expanding and chasing the wafting notes that tickle their noses, making all the discussions cut short, curious, confused eyes searching your own from across the table, settling, and then does it's strucks you, body shuddering, searing hot, as you try to find simon with your slowly glassing gaze.

simon smells you before he sees you, whiskey pooling eyes eclipsing, and he feels the way his tail gives an interesting wag, straightening against the back of the chair he sits on, as it scrapes to follow his raising body, sending a screech of metal legs and a low rumble that bubbles up his constricting, swallowing throat, searching for you, his sweet mate, sitting between two ogling sergeants, their hands fidgety at the table, a simple instinct, since they know best than to touch what doesn't belong to simon, but still, it's enough to make him pounce.

saliva burns down his throat as if he’d gulped down battery acid, body moving on autopilot, chased only with the sound of his heavy boots thumping down against the shiny floor, before he reaches and snatches you off the chair, it's almost menacing, spine shuddering in it's roughness, but his gloved hands soften their touch when connecting over the curves of your shaking body, scooping you up and secure against him, and when simon's gaze shoots over each head in the room, the soldiers hide their gazes and turn around.

john's nose is covered by the palm, shielding, they all know the smell is addictive, arousing, plugging their noses and greedy mouthes, filling their bellies and pressing upon their underbelly, until they are hard in their pants, and without needing the voiced out permission, price's mouth preoccupied with biting down at his lip, simon carries you towards the door, shushing the whine that tears through your parting lips, exhaling out a feverish breath, jolting even in the tight grasp of his enveloping hold, before the door snaps shut.

it's gonna be alright, a voice of his, gravelly through sharp gritted teeth's, rings in through your ears, maybe, you seem to whimper, maybe you move, since simon's soothing is endless, blanketing over your frayed, distressed nerves, because you need him closer than just carrying, you need him naked, you need him weighting down on you, need his mouth frantic and covering you like a tactical map, need to feel your hole full, the one that is sopping wet against your sticky panties now, and your arousal bleeds with scent that won't stop abusing simon's senses.

every minute is countable, and he won't doggy you in some cramped, dusty room to give you a quick relief, so he has to walk all the way through the long hallway until his gaze sharpens at the sight of his room, shoulders squaring to bump against the door, elbow jutting down on the doorknob, until it's gives down and cracks open, letting him weight aside, spreading open further, until he steps past the doorway, your body and mind seeming to feel the changes of the air, the comfortable warmth of the walls around, the all fulfilling scent of simon, helping you to know, for sure, that you're safe.

your pointy, fluffy kitten ears flicker, no longer pressed tight against the crown of your head, tail curling in the air tentatively, then wraps around his forearm, and you let out a purr, small, contented sound as you bump your forehead beneath his masked jaw, the tension flowing off the shore of simon's shoulders muscle by muscle, melting in the weight of you in his arms, vibrating from the force of your little sounds, his own ears softening, no longer straightened forcefully in alertness, as his legs carry him forward, to bed.

there, simon would take care of your heat, fill your greedy, gaping leaky hole until it's too much and you're too full, the swelling weight of his cock inside of you, fat and curved to but against the gummy root of your cervix, tease right where you need him the most, filling you of warm spurts of his cum, leaving you plugged whole of his seed, but he'd take his time, first.

you'd get him in his own rut too soon like that, keening and blabbering his name through small, broken sobs, because you don't like how slow he moves, trying to be gentle, but you need this cock deep in your guts, battering your gummy, rippling insides until your thighs are soaked, glinting with tacky slickness that oozes out of your cunt, pounded along every wet slap of his thighs, lingering as a burn, full, hanging balls pressing against the plump swell of your ass to feel the way his bulbous tip nudges in that tiny, sensitive spot.

little claws piercing in his own flexing butt, scratching and tugging at his thumping, wagging tail, making him growl down at you, watery eyes all glazed as you peer at him through sooty lashes innocently, moaning on a purr in response, high pitched and so, so aroused, and he can do nothing but speed his already frantic enough pounds, to make sure you're sated, as you chirp in acceptance, cunt accommodating to each rutting motion of his hips, relishing in the roughness, in the sweaty mix of your scents, the darkness of his dilated pupils, enraptured by you.

until simon's thighs cramp and shake, every part of skin aflame from scarlet scratches you left, long and crisscrossing over his back and shoulder blades, as his cum oozes, drips out from your stretched out, pulsing hole, frothy globs soaking in the rumpled bedding beneath your entwined, heaving against each other bodies, and only then do you let him rest, your poor mate, panting in the curve of your neck, warm and sharp scented, his thrusts faltering, as your clawed fingers find their way in the sweaty locks at his flushed nape.

perhaps, you'll both crawl out the bed only by the time of a next mission, but it's doesn't matter, as long as you remain pleased and simon's rut won't trigger in the middle of the field, because that thing, none would survive for sure, especially not your captain and the sergeants, after the bothered state they were left in the briefing room, discussing the upcoming mission without you both, all while throbbing in their pants.

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rememberwren · 4 months ago

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Thinking about being too drunk to cum, being stuck right on the border of it as you pathetically whine and moan as you try your hardest. Toys dying left and right while it's not enough. It isn't until your roommates walk in after a night out that you can suddenly find that release you crave.

Nothing else is working.

You’ve been at it for an entire hour, til your clit feels numb from the vibration of your wand and the batteries have died in your other toys. Your fingers are pruned where you slip them inside your pussy. You’ve watched porn that you would rather die than admit to, the kind of videos that usually have you googling ‘can my roommates see my website history on our internet bill’ once you’ve come down from your high, except tonight the high won’t come.

You’re loose and relaxed and so fucking wet and nothing is working.

Then the idea comes, and it makes you flush hot all over. You glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see ten minutes until your roommates promised to be home.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You tug on a pair of loose shorts and nothing underneath. Slipping from your bedroom, you creep into the living room. The flat is eerily silent without Simon’s heavy footsteps and Johnny’s endless chatter, but the silence has your blood pumping faster, your pulse wringing in your ears. Nine minutes.

You plant yourself on the couch right in front of the front door and slip your shorts off until they dangle from one ankle. You should have laid a towel down; you’re so wet you’re going to make a mess on the couch, but there’s no time to make a detour to the bathroom. You drag your fingers through your slick folds and up over your swollen clit.

Eight minutes. But it could be early, you think to yourself, working your fingers faster. After all, who arrives home exactly when they say they will? You imagine it vividly in your mind: the door opening, your roommates’ stunned faces at the sight of you spread out on the shared space’s couch, legs spread and fingers knuckles deep inside yourself. Just the thought makes you flush all over.

But it pushes you closer to that untouchable edge, that peak you’ve been chasing all night. You feel it in your belly, growing, swelling like that spongy spot inside you that you pause to tap your fingers against, thighs trembling. Six minutes, oh god. But imagining their dark eyes on you? It’s working, your nipples tightening into aching little peaks, your toes curling. Did you just hear the elevator opening—are those voices coming closer to your door? Just a little further—

The scratch of the key in the lock sends you over the edge, rips a groan from your throat as your pussy clenches down around your fingers, longing for something thicker to hold onto but happy to take what is long overdue. Your fingers are soaked, palm wet as you wrench your shorts back on and up—

Just as Johnny and Simon come in. They take in the sight of you sitting on the sofa, breathing like you’ve run a marathon, and share a glance with each other.

“Alright, lass?” Johnny asks, slipping his shoes off.

“Great,” you breath, pussy still fluttering. “Welcome home. Have fun tonight?”

You make small talk, subtly wiping your fingers clean on your shorts and edging towards the bathroom. You make your escape as soon as you can, rinsing your hands clean, legs still shaking from your orgasm.

“She was definitely rubbing one out,” Johnny mutters under his breath as soon as you’re out of sight.

“No shit, Johnny.”

“Knew we should have taken the alley home. Would have been here in half the time.”

“Next time.”

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coupsiedaisee · 5 months ago

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pulse | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader

genre: smut, just smut alksjfdkgjhh

warnings: fingering, exhibitionism, kissing, drinking, like two mentions of weed lol sex?, i've never done warnings before ahh, fingering, voyeurism (sort of? not really?), kissing (is this a warning?), there's no p in v omg, so how do i tag this 😭, this is really short omg, i think fingering covers it, ohi! some drinking? neither of them are inibriated though. imo, would that make this dubcon? feel implicit to me. god sorry, im posting this when im drunk, v will wake up tmrw and tell me if this is dumb or not omg.

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: happy friend anniversary to the second love of my life 🥺v!!!! @hannieween, i love u so much so here's the first smut thing i've fully finished writing and also the first time i've published smut omg. i love you and i love cheol and i really hope this makes u both horny and happy and would love nothing more than if u feel anger (horny anger) after reading this, yay!! target demographic met! to everyone else reading this, pease let me know what u think! even if u hated it omg 🥺i want to know both what u liked and didn't like so my writing can become better. uwu ily all <3 also, again, im drunk, so if there's any grammar mistakes, ima fix it tmrw alksjdhkflhgbksdfgkjd. okay byeeee, enjoy!!!!

"Baby, are you done yet? She just texted that they parked," Seungcheol shouts from the living room.

"Coming!" You yell back, swiping the last bit of lipstick on and giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

Seungcheol's standing by the front door, looking up from his phone when you walk in. He rakes his eyes over you, the clear skin of your neck, down your collar bones, to the cleavage disappearing into your shirt. The sliver of skin between your tight shirt and mini skirt. The bare skin of your plush thighs.

You fidget under his gaze, "Is there something wrong? Do I need to go change?"

"God, no baby. You look—" he swallows hard, running a hand through his blond hair, "—you look hot."

A fierce blush blooms across your cheeks and you tuck you hair behind your ear. "Oh. I—thanks?" You clear your throat, "Y-you do too babe."

And he did. A tight black polo stretched across his pecs, its short sleeves snug around his biceps. Light wash jeans barely holding his thick thighs in.

You want to drop down to your knees, right then and there.

Seungcheol reaches his hand out and you take it. He pulls you in for a kiss, letting his free hand roam down your body, pushing your skirt up to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You pull away first, smacking him lightly on the chest, "Seungcheol!"

He's got no shame though, as he pulls you out the door, laughing.

The two of your were not going far tonight. Just two floors down, to the apartment of a Joshua Hong. Long time friend of Seungcheol's, Joshua was having some friends over to look at the new vaccum he bought.

"It's got even better suction than the last one and the battery life lasts forever," says Joshua, showing off the lime green vaccum in the middle of his living room. Seungcheol's standing next to him with their other friend, Jeonghan. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed as Joshua talks. Momo, Josh's next door neighbor, is crouched by the vaccum, eyeing its different attachments.

"How is it with pet hair?" She asks, and you feel that this is your cue to go grab another drink.

In the kitchen, Jeonghan's girlfriend is mixing some sort of concoction in a big punch bowl. She whips around at the sound of your footsteps, "There you are! Where have you been? I texted Seungcheol when we parked."

You send her a sheepish smile, "Got caught up on the new technology."

She rolls her eyes, "You lot are so boring."

"Trust me, you'll be the same once you're in the work force like us boring adults." You go to grab a cider from the fridge.

She scoffs waving her ladle in your direction, "Oi, pipe down Grandma. We're nearly the same age! You'll be sorry when I'm a professor. Don't make me give you detention."

You laugh, "Alright, alright. Don't fail me professor, clearly I was wrong. " You duck just as she swings the ladle at your head.

It doesn't take long until nearly everyone at the apartment is either drunk or baked. You don't know what she put in that bowl, but after seeing Momo passed out on the pool table, you were glad you stuck to your ciders.

You head back into the living room after cleaning up a spill in the hallway (whoever gave Jeonghan jaegerbombs, why?). Dino and Mingyu, Seungcheol's friends from school, are sprawled on the ground in front of the TV, Mario Kart forgotten, passing a lit joint between each other.

Seungcheol's sat back on the sofa, manspreading, and showing off his deliciously thick thighs, taking periodic sips of a Corona. He spots you across the room and you send him a shy smile.

Seungcheol motions at something with his eyes and you tilt your head at him, confused. He snaps his chin in a quick motion but you still don't understand and he lets out an exasperated breath. Settling further into the sofa, he pats his thigh. Your eyebrows shoot up, looking around the room, but no one's paying you all any attention.

Slowly you make you way to him and, once at his feet, he swiftly gets rid of the cider in your hand, pulling you into his lap with a low, "Come here, baby girl."

Your body heats up as his hands sit on your hips, fingertips grazing the sliver of skin between your shirt and skirt. Your skirt.

When you chose your outfit for today, you had felt good, confident even. You made a choice, to wear a new lingerie set you'd bought the other day. The thought was that, maybe, you and and your boyfriend would get up to some fun when you got back home.

But now, you'd never regretted something more. As Seungcheol adjusts you over his thighs, slotting one in between your legs, the fabric of his jeans rub against your delicate lace panties.

Your pussy pulsates and you've never been more embarassed. You will it to stop, but Seungcheol chooses that moment to dig his fingers into your hips, tensing his thigh, and your pussy throbs.

Little campfires breakout across your cheeks and you find yourself sinking back into Seungcheol's chest in shame. His breath fans across your ear, "Baby, why didn't you tell me you missed me." You can hear the smirk he's probably wearing, but even worse, you're sure he can feel the dampness pooling between your legs.

You should get up. But you know you can't. You know your wetness has seeped onto his jeans, leaving a dark spot, evidence of your need. Everyone would know.

His hands feel like they're burning into your hips, and he leans to press a sweet kiss to your exposed shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

You feel Seungcheol move, and then a blanket is draped over your lap, covering your entire bottom half from any onlookers. Though one look across the room told you not a single person was paying you two any mind.

Seungcheol rubs his hand back and forth over your tummy, the touch feeling like hot coals dragging across your skin. Back. Forth. Back. Forth

Then, his fingers slip past the waistband of your skirt.

You don't say anything as you feel his fingers skate across your clothed mound. When he finds your lips, he pushes down with two fingers. You suck in a breath and hold, mind going completely blank.

You should push his hand away. Scold him with a serious, Seungcheol!

But you don't.

Arousal flows out of you, staining his jeans. Evidence of your want, no, your need for your boyfriend.

Seungcheol, the devil he is, starts rubbing the slowest, most languid, circles, smirking into your neck when you start squirming in his lap.

"If you don't like it, you can just get up and leave baby," he whispers, nipping at your ear lobe.

You subtly shake your head no, worried that if you open your mouth, the most obscene sound would come out.

Seungcheol uses his other hand to pull at your thigh, spreading your legs further apart. He pushes your barely there panty aside and plunges a finger in. Your breath hitches at the sensation and your eyes flit around the room, but no one is paying you two any attention.

Seungcheol starts to pump his finger at a torturous pace and you try to keep your breathing even. He ghosts his lips up your neck, whispering, "Can you handle one more baby?" You shake your head with a quick no, biting down on your bottom lip.

Seungcheol's finger freezes and a low whine escapes your lips.

You move your hips just a little bit, chasing what little friction you could find, but Seungcheol tightens the hold on your thigh. "Seungcheol," You mean it to come out stern, but your voice is breathy and light.

"One more baby," Seungcheol nudges your neck with his nose and lets his teeth graze your skin. A shudder rolls through you as your pussy clenches around his single, slender finger.

You already know you've lost. You need Seungcheol to make you feel as full as possible. You nod shyly.

"Hmm?" Seungcheol says quietly, "I need to hear you baby." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes," You breathe out, looking around again to see not a single person paying attention. Seungcheol pushes his second finger in and you bite your lip again to stop the moan that nearly comes out.

Your breathing gets heavier as he curls his fingers just how you like it and your thighs start to tremble as you near your peak. "Are you close baby?" You nod as your fingers grab at the blanket in your lap. He continues to curl his fingers, a little faster now.

Your breathing turns into little whimpers that you try to keep down, but to no avail.

Seungcheol whispers one last, sweet, "Let go for me love," and you're cumming, releasing all over his fingers as he lets you ride them through your high before pulling out.

You hear the pop! of him sucking the taste of you off his fingers and you feel your juices leaking out, soaking into his jeans. You lean your head back onto him, eyes squeezed shut, out of embarrassment or pleasure you don't know.

"Good girl," Seungcheol whispers, rubbing a warm hand over your tummy, and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby."

a/n: omg okay. this whole this was started because my lovely lovely v asked me do you think he'd be the type to sit you down on his lap to feel your pulse through your pussy? so this is really ur fault love sldjfsldfgldkzfgjdzfgkjdzfklhgb. let me know ur thoughts lovies!!!!!!!!!

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #title: pulse #daisee.writes #band: seventeen #member: seungcheol #joshua #jeonghan #dino #mingyu #seungcheol smut

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ghostarii · 8 months ago

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SILK STRINGS & PEARL RINGS, SCARAMOUCHE

ʚɞ kisses with the weight of pain and bruises colored like love — his heart hits like a punch and you’re the sucker to catch it.

WARNINGS ݈݇- fem!reader, referred to as kuni, impact play, asphyxiation, biting / marking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, praise, creampie, overstimulation, more scaramouche than wanderer, minors & dc antis do not interact!

NOTE ݈݇- hey . . hey . . how y’all doin ^w^ ive been gone a while becuz tumblr wasnt it anymore nd life was lifeing ! am back now bc i missed u guys nd missed being a freak :c theres sm of u now — thank u sm for 900+! ! i loveee youu loads xoxoxooo Anywayyy i hope u enjoy this quick littl drabble to flex my muscles :3

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LIMBS LIKE STRINGS OF silk: soft, pliable, and delicate, all in the hands of an unworthy sinner. His rough callouses rub burning patches on your skin as he runs his hands across your supple skin. Even the finest silks blemish under unclean hands and you are no exception — you're the example.

The name he bears stumbles out of your mouth in broken gasps and he only wishes you would shut up; he tells you again and again in hopes of your compliance, to no avail. Your voice is a constant reminder of who he is to you and, otherwise, who he’s destroying for superficial, fleeting pleasure. He’s far too deep to pull away now and scurry away—he has no choice but to double down and bump the sense out of your brain in hopes of fogging your memory. It works in a skewed way: condensing your mind to the two syllables of his name. “Kuni! Kun—i!! God, Kuni—!!!” Your pitiful screeches play on broken recurrences.

And as the master weaver he is, your pleasure is sewn up to its peak for what feels like the millionth time. Your body quakes and trembles, quivering under his weight and attempting an escape jaggedly. A hearty, choked-up whine jumps out of your chest, “Sto—I can’t! K-Kuni, please—!”

Deaf ears ignore your cries and pound deeper, harder—slamming his pelvic bone against your twitching clit. His hands move from the expanse of the mattress to your neck: pressing you into the mattress with pressure on the sides of your neck just right. “Shut the fuck up,” he grits, rolling his hips into you. “Just shut up and take it.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, lashes fluttering rapidly as, quickly, your brain computes nothing but pleasure.

His hips snap against you with such intensity, that it makes you feel like he hates you. It borders on painful, eliciting sharp lightning rods to pierce and prod around your body. The sheer weight of this impassioned thrusting has you jolting up the bed and thrashing around under him, looking to escape the white-hot harvest of pleasure pulsing in your pussy.

On top of you, he burns a pretty rose that can only be described as fire. The tight grip around his cock fills his head with foggy air—but it's the wetness that spools around his length: splat, splat, splat, that sings out the lost orgasms from rounds previous and ample arousal. It’s that that has him grumbling out blurbs of pleasure, chasing his orgasm that rests in your depths.

Every sensation is heightened tenfold with the ever-demanding charge that is being fed in your tummies. Every pulse, squeeze, leak, prod—all of it is akin to plugging you up to an orgasm charge-port and capping off the battery.

It’s too much; you scream that out enough until you can't gather enough air to breathe, let alone speak. Kuni agrees with you but he really, really, wishes you would shut up. He can't think and with every sound you make, he’s urged on in this unshakeable, carnivorous desperation to fuck harder. He's not immune to pleasure; he may be more susceptible to its threats, in fact. Knitted brows and screwed eyes blind him to the overstimulated writhing you enact, wriggling under his touch in vain hopes of reprieve.

Tears stream down your cheeks to mix with a layer of slobber splayed on your skin—a pitifully nasty mess, born out of the relentless palms of your man. He has the liberty to see you at your most vulnerable: degeneracy painting itself all over your body. A beautifully disgusting mess, you are, and he only makes it worse.

Stirring around your guts is his angry hard-on, circling your walls in shaky rolling manners, letting you both rest against the other and heave out deep breaths. The tip grinds against your g-spot and has you whimpering weakly, slapping his forearms and rolling your stomach. “I’m gonna—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He grits, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging your head to the left. The stinging burn that dances at your roots has you wincing and whining, scrunching your face up. “Hold it.”

“I c-can’t, Kuni!” Just as the words leave your mouth, his hips are re-angled to push up into your pussy, the right-bound hook he sports curving right up to a gummy cushion in your walls. They contract around him and he groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

He dives into you, letting his hands grip your waist as his head wedges itself between your chin and shoulder. “Get it through your thick fucking skull,” he berates, nipping your collarbone. “You can't cum until I say so,”

His hips grind upward, drilling his dick deep into your depths that the hoarseness in your voice is shaken off for a shrill yelp to be squeezed out. He laughs at you menacingly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to then circle the mark with his tongue. “Take it like a good bitch and I may be nice to you.”

Not a word he said will be upheld. You're so good—the best girl for him and he still dangles your release in front of you. Like a dog to a thick bone, you pant and whine in anticipation of being thrown your Achilles heel.

Exhaustion catches up to him and he can only lazily rock into you. His left hand presses on your stomach as he does so, trapping pressure in your tummy and mixing deliciously with your pleasure.

Heat swims beneath your skin and spills out beads of perspiration, gluing your bodies together.

Proximity; your bodies are so close and burning up fervent flames that swallow you down. Like the pliable silk you are, you slip around under his hold and that knot your stomach is tied up in easily unwinds.

“You’re coming, aren't you?” He shakily asks, exhaling deeply. If you aren't, he is.

Your non-answer is answer enough—he moans pathetically in your ear, falling apart as he ruts into you.

Holding on is a thing of the past as he slams against your sweet spot, unfurling his orgasm into you in milky ropes. Simultaneously, you release your biggest orgasm yet, splashing against his stomach and streaming down your legs. The pressure pushes him out with a grunt, a sadistic laugh of his echoing in your head.

Your swollen pussy is shining in pearlescent, bubbled strings, rolling out of you in a gushing mix. Oh, it's nasty; and you're utterly destroyed—flushed and blemished and patterned in bites, bruises, and prints. Your lips are swollen and bitten; your eyes are low-lidded and teary; your face is sweaty and tear-stained; your body quivers and spasms and Kuni thinks that you've never looked better.

Reprieve only lasts a mere moment before your legs are pushed up to your shoulders, spreading and stretching your limbs to their limits. Drawing out a whine, you speak hoarsely, “What’re you doing? No more..”

“I never told you to cum, did I?”

A break quickly becomes a distant memory.

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todays-xkcd · 9 months ago

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Hint: If you ever encounter this puzzle in a crossword app, just [term for someone with a competitive and high-achieving personality].

A Crossword Puzzle [Explained]

Transcript

[A square 15x15 crossword puzzle is shown. Only 21 of the 225 squares are black. The black squares are in a pattern that are 180 degree rotationally symmetrical. Three black squares down from the 11th column and similarly three black squares up from the 5th column. Three black squares out from the right in row 7 and then two more black squares diagonally up from the end. Similarly three black squares out from the left in row 9 with two more black squares diagonally down from the end. A single black square is three above the first black square on the diagonal going down to the right and similarly there is a black square three under the first of the diagonal squares going down to the left. (Row 6 column 12 and Row 10 column 4). Finally there are three black squares on a diagonal crossing over the central point by going up from the left through the central point (Row 8 column 8). There are numbers at the top of every column (except the one that is a black square) and similarly at the left edge of all rows (except the one that is a black square). There are also numbers at the bottom of every black segment (except the one that reaches the bottom) and all rows after black segments except the one that reaches the right edge. In total all numbers from 1 to 51 is written. They are written in reading order from 1 to 51.]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

[Below the square there are two rows of clues for each number that belongs to across (rows) and to the right there are one row of clues for each number that belongs to down (columns). Both segments have an underlined and bold title above the clues. ]

'''Across'''

1. Famous Pvt. Wilhelm quote

11. IPv6 address record

15. "CIPHERTEXT" decrypted with Vigenère key "CIPHERTEXT"

16. 8mm diameter battery

17. "Warthog" attack aircraft

18. Every third letter in the word for "inability to visualize"

19. An acrostic hidden on the first page of the dictionary

21. Default paper size in Europe

22. First four unary strings

23. Lysine codon

24. 40 CFR Part 63 subpart concerning asphalt pollution

25. Top bond credit rating

26. Audi coupe

27. A pair of small remote batteries, when inserted

29. Unofficial Howard Dean slogan

32. A 4.0 report card

33. The "Harlem Globetrotters of baseball" (vowels only)

34. 2018 Kiefer song

35. Top Minor League tier

36. Reply elicited by a dentist

38. ANAA's airport

41. Macaulay Culkin's review of aftershave

43. Marketing agency trade grp.

44. Soaring climax of Linda Eder's ''Man of La Mancha''

46. Military flight community org.

47. Iconic line from ''Tarzan''

48. Every other letter of Jimmy Wales's birth state

49. Warthog's postscript after "They call me ''mister'' pig!"

50. Message to Elsa in ''Frozen 2''

51. Lola, when betting it all on Black 20 in ''Run Lola Run''

“Down

1. Game featuring "a reckless disregard for gravity"

2. 101010101010101010101010 [sub]2→16

3. Google phone released July '22

4. It's five times better than that ''other'' steak sauce

5. ToHex(43690)

6. Freddie Mercury lyric from ''Under Pressure''

7. Full-size Audi luxury sedan

8. Fast path through a multiple choice marketing survey

9. 12356631 in base 26

10. Viral Jimmy Barnes chorus

11. Ruby Rhod catchphrase

12. badbeef + 9efcebbb

13. In Wet Let's ''Ur Mum'', what the singer has been practicing

14. Refrain from Nora Reed bot

20. Mario button presses to ascend Minas Tirith's walls

24. Vermont historic route north from Bennington

26. High-budget video game

28. Unorthodox Tic-Tac-Toe win

29. String whose SHA-256 hash ends "...689510285e212385"

30. Arnold's remark to the Predator

31. The vowels in the fire salamander's binomial name

32. Janet Leigh ''Psycho'' line

34. Seven 440Hz pulses

37. Audi luxury sports sedan

38. A half-dozen eggs with reasonably firm yolks

39. 2-2-2-2-2-2 on a multitap phone keypad

40. .- .- .- .- .- .-

42. Rating for China's best tourist attractions

43. Standard drumstick size

45. "The rain/in Spain/falls main-/ly on the plain" rhyme scheme

#xkcd #xkcd 2957 #webcomics #a crossword puzzle

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