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somatheking · 1 year ago

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Two months.

In which Soma only has two months to come to terms with the world after he becomes a citizen.

It took two months for the world to build itself back up again.

Two whole months. The new citizens had cheered when they heard about that. They were given this period of time as a respite, a break so they could catch their breath while the Joker fixed everything they’d destroyed and winded the hands of the clock back to the day of the meteorite. Enough food was provided, they were supplied with alcohol, electricity, finally, and they were told they had free reign to do as they pleased.

Two entire months. Almost an eternity. When Soma was a player, his head had been full of numbers; three days until his next game (two of which would be spent freaking out, and the third would be spent coming to terms with his own death and trying to trick himself into believing he was fine with it), seven until he ran out of food, ten until he ran out of water, four until Mira’s next game, two until Keiichi’s, a week at most until he had to switch places and go hide somewhere else before he got found out, two weeks until he ran out of batteries. There was always something to do, loose ends that needed to be tied, antibiotics he had to find, a constant flurry of adrenaline, to keep moving, keep searching, keep playing, no matter what.

And suddenly.

It stopped.

Sixty days without having to think of anything was too much time. His days, so crowded before, had turned into a big blank he had the responsibility―yes, the responsibility― to fill. These two months were a gift, a reward for having lived through a nightmare and being able to wake up at the end of it, and here he was, wasting it.

It had been so easy back in the real world. Soma didn’t remember ever getting bored after he clocked out of work, and except for watching TV, the borderlands offered the same things. He could read a book, go for a walk, talk to people… but none of these options sounded appealing for more than two minutes. ‘Now what, now what?’ his mind was constantly chanting. Wasn’t there this one saying that went ‘energy isn’t made or destroyed, it’s just transformed’? There’d been so much pent up energy in his body when he was a player; where had it gone? It’d just fizzled out one day and rendered him unable to get out of bed, made him apathetic and absent-minded.

The first few weeks, he was still a player. His body might be laying down safe in bed, but his mind was rushing through the dimly-lit corridors of a hotel turned battlefield, his left eye was itching from the red lights of Circle that had caught onto the corner of his eye like grit and never let go, and a list of commands kept doing laps around his brain―just when he thought he’d gotten rid of them it turned out they were just hiding in the back and soon would run up again to the front― ‘Duck. Move. Dodge. Duck. You’re gonna get shot. Escape.’ If the Joker had abruptly announced there had been a mistake and they had to go back to play games, Soma would’ve been ready. Jumped out of the bed and headed to the venue to play, no questions asked. In fact, part of him was expecting it. The switch that made him flicker between ‘player’ and ‘person’ had been jammed; he’d walk to the dining room and his immediate thought was to scan the place and the rest of the players, someone approached him and he backed away because they might want something from him, he crossed a door and he looked at it keenly to spot the reddish haze of a laser. He was paranoid, paranoid! Being a player had been a harrowing experience, but at least he’d known it was harrowing, he knew he was supposed to feel horribly. He had no idea how he was supposed to be feeling now.

Well, he thought, after two weeks and a half had passed, it was high time he stopped thinking about games and feelings. Carpe diem, tempus fugit, and all that latin bullshit, but hey, they were so right when they’d come up with that. The present was all that existed. He was no longer a player, and until these two months had passed, he wouldn’t be a citizen either. His life was reduced to two months. Two whole months, enough to make up for a lifetime.

So, from that point forward, it was a constant party every day. He switched from having his mind occupied with the games, with occupying it with plans. He needed to meet up with Kuzuryuu at 11AM to talk about citizen stuff, with Mira at lunch so they could spend some time together, at 7PM there was sure to be people beginning to drink for a party (the Sology, mostly), at 9PM he’d stumble to the dining room, drunk and barely making out the food in front of him, sluggishly trying to fit it inside his mouth, and at 11PM someone would be throwing a party. A different kind of busy, but busy nonetheless.

Sometimes, though, especially when he’d had too much to drink, the borderlands sunk its claws into him again and he’d be flooded with a feeling of terror he couldn’t put into words. Reality crashed against him in waves that made him feel dizzy and out of breath; so untamable was this terror he could do nothing else but sit and wait it out, reminding himself time and time again that he was safe, he was still living in these two months where nothing could get to him, and there was nothing he had to worry about. He was safe, safe, safe.

Much like when he was a player, though, where two thirds of his time would be spent freaking out and the other third trying to come to terms with his own death, the same thing happened during the last two weeks. The Joker had supplied them with enough food to last them until the end, which meant there was no need to be constantly restocking. Day after day, Soma gradually got to see how the food supplies dwindled, and not only that, but essentials like soap or toothpaste too. Everything around him was disappearing as they reached some kind of end, and it was as if everyone was aware of how they were careening into something, but no one wanted to speak about it. Instead, the parties got louder, people seemed more chipper and more eager to announce ‘we’ve still got two weeks left! Two whole weeks!’, because two weeks were still an eternity, more than they’d been allowed when they’d been players.

It was a slow death. Every part of his life as he knew it had disappeared, crumbled, and he’d let himself die alongside it, because what was the point? What was the point of cutting his hair, if it was irrelevant to his job as a citizen? What was the point of eating well, if he was never going to return to the real world and health physique didn’t matter here? Everything was tedious, a herculean effort he just shouldn’t make because ultimately, there was no point to it. In two months he’d be dead.

Two weeks passed, the date of the reset arrived and… he didn’t die? It was disconcerting to be back at Shibuya with his hair short and neatly brushed, his work bag and his old phone in his pocket, carrying the heavy weight of an unread text from his mother: Please call me.

For a second, he panicked. Where was he? Had it all been a dream? Could he reach into his pocket, press the call button and hear his mother’s voice? A voice he hadn’t heard in more than two months, more than an eternity ago. His fingers had already made the choice and they were trembling inside his trousers, trying to get a grip on the phone; could he talk to his mother? Cry into the speaker, beg for her to take him home, please, I don’t know what I’ve done, I’m sorry for pushing you away, I wanted to be alone back then but I can’t tolerate it now, I need one more chance to make things alright…

He wondered what would happen if he pressed the call button. If he accomplished the unthinkable and managed to call someone who was worlds away, would he be given an unthinkable reward? Would the clock tick backwards to the moment when they last saw each other, when he was blissfully unaware of the incident that would tear his life apart and the borderlands was a meaningless word in his mind?

‘Game start. Game arena this way.’

The bright white light that made his left eye itch and a voice that was all too familiar and foreign at the same time brought him out of his reverie, pulling him back to the present. Two months had passed and he had died. His body was probably six feet underground already, and even if the tendons holding his arm together hadn’t rotted yet, he couldn’t call his mother from a casket.

He couldn’t do anything. Just let himself get sucked into the borderlands again, into something he’d chosen but did not want to take part in. Play the games, make the games, spend an eternity in a spiral of uneasiness and faux safety, wracking his brain trying to figure out how he should feel, what he should think, until it ended and suddenly, it turned out it didn’t matter, because it hadn’t been an eternity.

It had only been two months.

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b00tyliciousbabe · 10 months ago

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marcus scribner x THICC male reader

summary: just marcus loving you like with his heart, soul, and FAT SCHLONG. slight feminisation - don’t kill me.

notes: LOVELIES! hope everyone is having a beautiful day. i wanted to let y’all know that i will be taking a lil break because it’s exam season. don’t be sad…because this means i have an entire summer of smutty content to write and catch up on! ps. each word in this fic is me being another squat closer to the fattest ass in the world. ENJOY!

ALSO! the met gala is tonight! my favourite event of the year, i might make a short rec…how do we feel about that?

song rec: ‘freak’ - victoria monét

marcus was well on his way to establishing a name for himself in hollywood. booking new roles, alongside his debut as a director, he was on track for a career that would rival his mentors. but if you were to ask him what his biggest achievement was, he would say being with you. the corny mf has actually reiterated his adoration multiple times during interviews, and the world is obsessed with how lovestruck he was. aside from being social media’s favourite young couple, you, yourself, had a blossoming career in fashion that meant you were styling your man to make sure he looked good for his press tours.

notoriously, you garnered a reputation for EATING UP on the carpet - zendaya being your only competition. this ain’t no exaggeration, but every time you’d step out, those fits would break the internet. thus, when the news dropped that you’d be attending the premiere with your boyfriend, all eyes would be on you - yet again. having you on his arm, instantly elevated his aesthetic. not that he ever saw you as some pawn too boost his career, you meant the world to him, but your beauty as his trophy wife made him even more palatable. usually, you’d have an entire glam team by your side cultivating your iconic, polished look. but, you and marcus had both been working so hard, to the detriment of your relationship, and so you decided to spend the night at his, agreeing to do all the glam yourself.

‘Y/N,’ Marcus bellowed from downstairs, putting on his rings, and spraying cologne onto his clothes. ‘baby, we gotta go.’

‘Y/N! over here! to the left! Y/N!’ a flurry of paparazzi screamed. ‘the body is TEA!’ one reporter exclaimed, making you laugh.

you graciously blushed. they weren’t wrong, your pear-shaped figure, defined abs, and toned arms were nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece. amidst the bbl allegations on twitter, and every tabloid claiming to have the secret to getting an ass as perfect as yours, YOU were the standard. a beautiful, androgynous mix of allure and charm. not even chris evans, america’s ass, said that you had the best glutes in the industry. it was a thing of wonder; something so many lusted for, and even more desired to have a piece of whilst having you in backshots. there were an array of wolf whistles from the public whenever you walked, swiftly followed by a gaggle of photographers snapping shots of your post-gym bawd.

marcus soon joined you on the carpet after finishing up on his interview. if the sensory overstimulation of flashes and cheers wasn’t enough, this was heightened when marcus snaked his arm around your lower back. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, spectators were foaming at the mouth by his public proclamations of love, hiding your blush from the world.

‘don’t be shy,’ he said lifting your chin to his face. ‘there’s that smile I love.’ the whole crowd was gushing, you could’ve cringed at how clingy he was being in public, but found his confidence to do so, all the more endearing.

one thing that you sly liked about marcus, was how he jealous he could get, so many of his friends and industry buffs would come up to talk to you during the interviews, coming up for hugs, and even though he trusted you, his need to protect had him riled. marcus had a great relationship with all of his co-stars and they all became such a family over the filming process. you being there made the family even stronger, embodying the role of MOTHERRR in more ways than one, and they all appreciated your kindness. always there to soften the stressful tones of your bf’s criticism.

you were particularly close with his friend from another project, and due to mutual management you spent a lot of time in the same spaces. he came up and hugged you from behind, before being whisked away to speak with another reporter. all but a few seconds, lasted an eternity, the worst kind, burned into the possessive psyche of your man.

moments passed and it was time for group pictures on the carpet. you and marc were dead center, with his large hands gripping you tighter than usual. you looked up to see he was scowling, ‘lighten up bubs.’ you giggled, to which your bf fixed his face - he could never stay mad when you were always there to calm his demons. not long after, the same face screw, that made his nose look so cute came back, as he remembered the voices of the media resounding in his head.

‘damn I’d hit that.’

‘Marcus is one lucky mf to be all up in dat pussy’

‘I bet the recoil on that thing is insane.’

it infuriated him to hear how the public spoke about you, as if you were some object, and not the kind person he grew so enamoured with. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you gon’ beg me for mercy.’ he whispered , breaking that veneer of respectability for a brief moment, squeezing your butt, then turning back to smile at the cameras. you’d never seen that side to him, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

throughout the screening, he made sure to let you know that all your teasing would soon be dealt with. the vulgar remarks were still plaguing him, and you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of it. literally.

‘upstairs.’ he said sternly,

the two of you started kissing, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuckled your pants to free the globes of juicy flesh he loved so much. strewn across the floor, all fear of creasing the custom couture outfit you were wearing had disappeared - the overwhelming desire to make love to your boyfriend clouded your judgement.

you get down to business, kneeling to align your lips with his cock head. ‘don’t take this the wrong way.’ marcus sighed, urging you to stand up, so frail against how tall your man stood.

‘Y/N, i just wanna fuck right now.’

you knew how badly he needed this, and a part of you liked how desperate he was to be inside you. but it was bizarre, marcus loved watching you suck him off, getting him all lubed to plough your hole, almost as much as you loved gagging on his meat. nonetheless, you obliged, bending over as you had your knees on the edge of the bed, hole puckering at the chill of the air. marcus grabbed your left cheek, caressing and massaging your upper hip.

‘so fucking soft.’ he whispers against your skin, kissing at your taint. it was as if he snapped out of his love drunk trance, and was left a primal shell of himself. he practically ripped off your underwear, leaving your naked bodies to rub up on each other as he scrambled to find lube.

‘fuuuuuuuk’ he groaned.

his thick schlong fit like a glove in your inviting hole, slick from your desire and his precum.

‘damn i missed that boy pussy’ - LIES. that man combusts if he isn’t inside of you at least 4 times a week - wtf was there to miss? this sentiment made you smile at how whipped he was for you though.

his pace quickened. pulling his entire length out of you, except his bulbous tip, and spitting directly on your pussy to get you even more slick. ‘hear that baby,’ he praised the ‘mac n cheese’ sloppiness of your hole. ‘your pussy was made for me.’ he was right; most guys love skinny twinks because their petite butts made their tops’ look hung. despite the voluptuous curves you had, you were ample in both chest and derrière making average look like a micro penis inside you. all but marcus. he overpowered you in ways no other man could, his thick, girthy cock stretched you out in a way that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. not to mention his length, during your first time he could barely fit half in without it feeling like he was stabbing your insides. but after some practice, you started taking him - ALL of him.

his grunts deepened. ‘practically begging me to cum inside that hole.’ gripping your hair up fucking you in doggy. style. marcus began leaving love bites on your neck, marking you for all to see. his big hand crossed to caress your childbearing hips. whoever said men can’t get pregnant must’ve never accounted for marcus’ determination. his dick wanted to make you a mother so badly, and nothing was going to stop him trying.

‘you can take it.’ he praises. ‘all. of. it.’ slamming into you with a bold rhythm on his final three words. and that you could. your hole was heaven for him. every time he would enter, your thick meaty globes would bounce like jelly on his lower abdomen, making marcus even more inclined to give you your reward. you moaned out in ecstasy, your bodies were made for one another.

‘who’s pussy is this?’ his grip on your neck became tighter, still allowing you to moan out in response, ‘it’s yours marky, all yours.’ fuck. you were whipped, almost as much as he was. ‘that’s right baby, moan for me.’

‘scream like the little bitch you are.’ you and marcus both enjoyed the passion of rough sex, but this was something you hadn’t ever seen in him before. he was a beast and you loved it, way more than you could ever admit. there was something sweet about the high you were on as you were being impaled by his dick.

particularly, he relished in hearing your slutty cries, ‘music to my fucking ears.’ praising you ‘my pretty little slut, fuck yeah, you want my load.’

‘fuck yeah marc, give it to me please.’ you screeched, loving how hard he was clapping your cheeks.

‘shiiiiiiit, baby, fuuuuuck.’ he spouted, spilling his pearliness into your pussy. he used his thumbs to kneed the dough around your hips, losing himself in the bakery he so enjoyed visiting every morning for breakfast.

gently, he collapsed on top of you, still inside the warmth of your flesh. after a gentle make out sesh, cockwarming your boyfriend until he was soft, your bf brushed up against you. massaging your thick thighs, marcus tended to the bruises he gave, kissing them reassuringly. you ushered him to lay his head between your pecs, as he put his entire body weight onto you. he sighed deeply, feeling safe in your warm embrace. ‘marc, is everything okay?’ you stroke his face, as your fingers laced into his curls. he snickered groggily, ‘shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?’ - a fair question because he litch just wrecked your shit. ‘real, but we both know that in a couple hours i’ll be fine.’ a silence filled the room, concern brewing in your heart. you played with his ear, knowing how he becomes putty in your hands. ‘fuuuuuck, you ain’t gon’ stop unless i talk, right?’ you kept quiet, trailing the tips of your fingers on his lobe. he sighed deeply, ‘i just get so possessive over you.’ his last words muffled by your ample bosom as he came to the realisation that the press’ words got to him more than he thought.

sitting up, marcus exhaled deeply. ‘i can’t even blame them for ogling, you’re so beautiful.’ ‘but u ain’t an object, and i hate that people treat you like that.’ you caressed his cheek with a loving care. ‘call it jealousy, possession, toxic - I don’t care. you’re all mine.’ marcus always felt the need to take care of what was his, doing better than what he had seen throughout his childhood.

you had an idea, trailing your fingers down his torso, circling his belly button, ‘why don’t you show me again?’ whispering into his ear as he breathed out in pleasure.

you kissed his cheek, before slowly massaging his dick tip, ‘how much do you love me.’

marcus turned you over. stroking and licking his ear, y’all were so intimate. he held onto the grooves of your waist, fucking into you slowly, marking your neck with his saliva.

‘you’re such a dream to me Y/N,’ he always had a way with words that made you smile like a school girl. ‘I was so selfish before, you didn’t even come.’ you always placed marcus’ pleasure above your own, but he was never satisfied with just brutalising your hole. he needed you to enjoy taking his dick, just as much as he enjoyed gaping your hole.

‘guess I’ll have to fuck another load in, to get one out of you.’ he joked, sucking on the sweet skin of your plump ass.

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shinestarhwaa · 8 months ago

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FALLEN ANGEL || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut, mild angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/Warnings: Fallen angel!Seonghwa, SexDemon!Reader, virgin!Seonghwa, unprotected sex, dirty language, oral sex, praise kink, degrading, sub!seonghwa, dom!reader

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‘’W-Who are you?,’’ the frightened little fallen angel breathed out. His eyes were big and full of tears as he looked up at you. His white feathers were scattered around the two of you on the floor as his wings were taken from him only hours ago. You had been watching him for a while from afar, silently crying alone on the floor, grasping onto the feathers that belonged to him. His cheeks were still tear-stained and in the flickering candle light it looked shiny. It looked pretty. He looked pretty.

‘’Well aren’t you a sad little fallen angel, why the tears darling? What did you do to be cast down to hell?’’ ‘’N-Nothing, I did nothing, I…’’ he stammered. ‘’Good boys don’t get their angel wings taken from them, little one.’’ Your voice was stern and it made a tear fall down his cheek. ‘’I know what you are,’’ you said as you kneeled in front of him, ‘’you are a bad boy, aren’t you?’’

He cried softly. ‘’No, n-no I’ve been so good, I’ve always been good, it was just one moment of weakness,'' he explained. ‘’Oh poor you… And the one moment of weakness was inexcusable to that dickhead in heaven? Were you misunderstood?’’ You lifted his chin, caressing it with your thumb. His eyes filled with hope and he nodded eagerly. ‘’Hm,’’ you sighed, ‘’sucks for you,’’ you spat, turning his face away. The fallen angel swallowed thickly, not being used to being treated this way.

‘’What’s your name?’’ you asked him as you walked around him, eyeing him up and down. He whispered something, inaudibly. ‘’Speak up when you talk to me.’’ ‘’S-Seonghwa, I’m Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa,’’ he said with a trembling voice.

‘’Seonghwa, little fallen angel Seonghwa, will you tell me what it is that you did?’’ Seonghwa sighed deeply before he looked into your eyes. ‘’I did not mean to stay… I did not mean to see what I saw but… I could not look away and…’’ ‘’Speak.’’ ‘’I watched a couple have… intercourse. For a while. And I liked it.’’ You let out a pretend-gasp. ‘’You watched some people have sex, little one? How scandalous of you… I bet you got aroused didn’t you?’’ Seonghwa nodded, his cheeks reddening.

‘’Did it make you fantasize? What it would be like if you were there with those people? How they’d kiss you… How they’d touch your body… Tell me what they were doing.’’ Seonghwa felt himself die inside as the amount of shame felt like too much. ‘’They… They were… She was… touching him, and he… was… releasing a lot.’’ You smirked, hearing these vulgar words fall from the fallen angel’s lips.

‘’Were you hoping to experience this too, darling?’’ He nodded carefully, looking down. ‘’Well you’re in luck… Now that you’re here… Nothing’s gonna hold you back from sinning, you know… And lucky for you I’m the perfect person.’’ ‘’What…? Why? Who are you?’’ ‘’My name’s Y/N, and I am more than happy to corrupt you,’’ you smirk at him. Seonghwa looked at you in shock. ‘’What are you afraid of? Being cast down to the pits of hell? Because you’re already here anyway. Might get something good out of it while you’re here. It’s not like you’ve got something better to do. You’re coming with me.’’

Within a few minutes you arrived at your residence together. You pushed Seonghwa onto the bed and got on top of him, tearing off his angel clothes and revealing his naked body. His immediate reaction was to hide himself from you, but you were stronger and you pinned his arms above his body. ‘’Be a good obedient boy, will you?’’ He nodded and swallowed thickly, looking at your obvious cleavage right in front of his face. After all you wore a black latex top and skirt that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

‘’You’re so pretty, baby, you must’ve been the most gorgeous angel… I’m so excited to ruin you for good.’’ Seonghwa trembled beneath you, his breath shaking as well. ‘’Please don’t hurt me,’’ he pleaded. You ignored his words and kissed him on the lips. Nearly immediately he whimpered as your lips brushed against his own. It aroused you how easy he was. Virgins always are. Corrupting an innocent fallen angel was the best thing about being a demon in hell.

The kiss turned sloppier as you felt his cock harden underneath you. You lifted yourself off him slightly for it to spring free against his abdomen. You broke off the kiss and let your hands wander over his body before undressing yourself. His eyes were fixated on your bare breasts, his mind foggy with lust he’s never felt before. ‘’You like the view of that, don’t you baby?’’ Seonghwa nodded enthusiastically. It was clear the lust and arousal took over, all his blood rushed down to his cock.

Seonghwa squirmed when your hand brushed over his flushed erection. His hips bucked up against your hand, trying to get some friction again. ‘’You’re such a cute, dumb little slut,’’ you grinned, ‘’you don’t even know what you’re doing.’’ You took his hard cock into your hand and Seonghwa whines. At this point you think he could come from just feeling anything on his cock at all. ‘’Such a slutty little angel,’’ you smirked as you pumped his cock up and down slowly. A moan escaped his lips as he shook his head. ‘’D-Don’t call me that,’’ he said, eyes tearing up, although he wasn’t sure if it was from the pain of his wings being taken or the pleasure he’s feeling for the first time.

You picked up the pace and twisted your wrists a few time as you kept moving your hand up and down, earning high-pitched whines from the boy in front of you. ‘’How does that feel, baby? Is that what you were watching? Was she giving him a handjob like this? Or was she using her mouth too, like this?’’ you asked before licking at his tip. ‘’Oh, Y/N, o-oh my, w-what’s happening?’’ he moaned, bucking his hips up uncontrollably. You laid your tongue flat against his cock as he kept moving and rolling his hips, knowing he’d climax soon.

Seonghwa’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned loudly as he came all over your tongue. He shuddered and panted as he watched his white cum drip down your tongue. ‘’Oh…,’’ he gasped. You smirked and forced his mouth open and spitting his cum into his own mouth. ‘’Swallow,’’ you ordered him. Seonghwa whimpered but swallowed while your hand found it’s way back to his dick. ‘’You’ve got such a pretty cock, darling, it’s a shame you haven’t played with it before. You’ve been missing out, hm?’’ ‘’Y-Yes, Y/N, b-been missing out. Thank you, thank you,’’ he panted as you jerked him off quickly.

You fondled his balls as you peppered kisses and left little bites along his neck and chest before settling at his nipples. ‘’God, yes,’’ he moaned, to which you stopped immediately. ‘’Don’t you say that name again, little one. It makes me sick.’’ He nodded with pleading eyes, ‘’Yes, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’’ but you weren’t going to let him off that quickly.

‘’Have you ever seen a pussy up close, Seonghwa?’’ you asked him. Seonghwa shook his head, his dark brown eyes widening and eyeing your body up and down. You laid down and rested against the pillows and ordered him to lay between your spread legs. Seonghwa was practically gawking at the sight of your wet pussy waiting to be touched. ‘’Do you think you can use your tongue on it baby? Do you think you could make me come like I just did to you?’’ ‘’Y-Yes, I… I want to, let me try, Y/N.’’ ‘’That’s a good obedient little boy,’’ you smirked.

Seonghwa slid his tongue through your slick folds, getting familiar with your body. He soon enough grew eager, getting addicted to your arousal. Being a demon, and a sex demon specifically, meant that you could lure men in with the smell and taste of your arousal and even though Seonghwa was technically an angel, he’s no better than a man when it comes to pussy. In the end they’re all the same, you thought.

The taste of you on his tongue drove him crazy, cock leaking with pre-cum. He felt himself getting so needy, as if he was on aphrodisiacs. You were his aphrodisiac. All these countless years of purity were a waste of time, he thought to himself, because how could he resist a delicious pussy like this?

A mixture of saliva and arousal was leaking down his chin as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes. ''That's it, baby boy, that's it, you like licking pussy don't you?'' ''Yes, miss,'' he moaned as he flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. ''Tell me how much you love my pussy,'' you ordered him.

His cheeks were burning red but he kept going nonetheless. ''Miss, I love your pussy so much, I feel myself getting so hot... So needy for you, I want this pussy, I wanna lick this pussy forever,'' he panted against your clit before biting it lightly.

Your hands reached his head and you harshly pushed his face deeper into your cunt, forcing him to taste you, use his tongue on you, breathe you in. His tongue was getting sloppier as you started to grind yourself on his face, his strong nose poking at your clit. You felt the orgasm coming closer and you screamed his name as he helped you finish.

When you came down from your high you pushed him off you and positioned yourself above him. You aligned his thick erection with your awaiting cunt before lowering yourself down on him.

Seonghwa's eyes rolled back as his cock was swallowed by your wet warm hole, moaning out your name repeatedly as you started bouncing up and down. You love the way he stretched you out, his long cock reaching places deep inside you that you didn't even knew existed.

The feeling of being stuffed by a pretty virgin only riled you up more and you went faster, watching Seonghwa's eyes roll back. You noticed how his white, silver-like hair was slowly growing some dark streaks. He looked like he was getting possessed, possessed by your fucking pussy and you loved it.

It didn't take long before he announced how close he was and you pressed yourself down harder. ''Yeah baby that's it, cum for me, my darling, cum for me, breed my delicious pussy for me, breed it with your cum baby,'' you chanted as you felt yourself tense up as well.

With a few more thrusts the both of you came undone, loud pants filling up the room as he filled your cunt. You rolled your hips a few more times before getting off his lap and letting him bathe in his afterglow.

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In the following days Seonghwa was so caught up in your sexual act he was horny 24/7. You got him to stay with you and you could barely count how many times you walked in on him having his cock in his hand.

You held an immense kind of power over him, since even the scent of your cunt got him hard again. It was cute, honestly, how much he was begging for you every night. And every night you used his body as your personal little fucktoy. So much that the other demons were getting curious of this little fallen angel as well...

#kpop #ateez #shinestarhwaa #smut #seonghwa

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murcielagatito · 8 months ago

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lesbian day is tomorrow and they didnt even give me a shift :(

#i havent participated in any pride events in years im literally so sad #que homofobia 😭#work tingz

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jowrites · 8 months ago

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We got Married - Enhypen Series

***********Idol Heeseung! x Senior idol! OC************

When the old popular show, We got Married, decided to make a comeback, companies were quick to pitch their artists for the show. Heeseung was sent as one of the participants to represent his group which he, being the shy introverted guy, was not so happy about. Especially, when finding out that his partner was going to be one of the most respected artist/producers in the industry. Roman was in her 12th year as an idol and 4 years older than him, he wanted to quickly run away and drop out but knew his company was depending on him to promote his group and show another side of idols. Throughut the production he grows closer and closer to his 'wife' while the fans are watching and loving how sweet their idols are toards one another. Only, they aren't quite sure what's real and what's fake when it comes to these two 'husband & wife'.

***********Groups: ENHYPEN, BTS, SHINee, AESPA*****************

TW: Cursing, stalkers(sasaengs), sexual themes

Chatrooms 1

Chatrooms 2

Who is STARDOLL?

Prologue

1 Pick your partner (written)

BONUS: Do you like Messi?

2 He's literally terrified

3 Let's be friends

BONUS: You need mental help

4 This is fun

5 It was the onions

BONUS: Taemin is the problem

6 How is this real? (written)

7 The fans are loving it

8 The chemistry is real?

9 Hee is kind of crazy

BONUS: Back off!

10 jealousy is a disease (written)

11 Y is she like this?

12 The debate

13 Supportive wife/husband tingz

14 Sad hours

15 Things got scary

16 Let the rain fall (written)

17 We don't care

18 The getaway

19 Hard launch

20 Roman's Protection Squad

21 The letters (written)

22 Sasaengs & their shenanigans

23 Protecting each other

24 She makes me a better person

BONUS: How she's changed the industry

25 How she found out

BONUS: Roman & her needs

26 The Game Caterers Episode

27 The day she said yes (written)

28 Memory lane

29 The got Married

Epilogue

#kpop multistan #kpop writers #kpop smau #enhypen #kpop fanfic #lee heeseung #bts series #i miss we got married #it was so cute #oh how i miss the time where idols set boundaries with their delulu fans

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year ago

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HEY:3 I have a request, maybe headcanons for (childhood) friends to lovers with fem!reader and young Bill from the Devilish/ 2005 era (just the very beginning of everything)😭? Like reader just come to Germany and reader catches the Bill's attention because she looks different and nice so they start to be friends and then they are inseparable, literally glued to each other and so growing up together in this chaos (drinking, smoking and just being typical teenagers☠︎︎ ) does he catch feelings? i love your account! have a nice day⁠♡

(this is def a Dr trope I'm doing, and I'm so glad you love my account and I hope you have a nice day as well!)

Teenage Dream

Oh, I love childhood best friend tropes

Bill has been in love with you since day one

Even when you guys didn't even know what love really was

He knew he cared about you a lot and always wanted to be around you

You caught Bill's attention very, very quickly

It was because you were from somewhere else and they made him curious about you

And also, you were nicer to him than a lot of other kids around the school

So that made him gravitate towards you a lot more

Tom absolutely teased Bill all the time about liking you and Bill would tell him to shush

When devilish was formed he definitely wanted you to be a part of it!

It was because he wanted to spend a lot of time with you everyday and this was an excuse

When you first came to Germany your German was probably very limited

When they all got very popular it was a struggle for you because you didn't know much

So Bill would always wanna teach you, especially the bad words and having you say something that you thought was something else but really it's probably something dirty

Bill would always watch you out of the corner of his eye and wanna be near you on stage

You guys are never seen without each other

Always next to each other in interviews, photoshoots, on stage and off stage

The fans were starting to ship you guys from the get go

Bill loved it and wanted to see if you did too

He was so nervous when he finally discovered what his feelings towards you really were

He loved seeing you with the fans and how happy you were

He was always holding your hand, or hugging you or kissing your cheek before y'all were dating

He was such a little hopeless romantic with it as well

The chaos of being famous while a teen?

You guys had a complicated dynamic as you got older

With feelings, but you wanted to discover things and be with other people to see how it would be

He was so sad when you got a boyfriend or if you slept with someone or if someone flirted with you

He was always so scared you would find someone and fell in love and it wouldn't be him

You guys got drunk together a lot man

Even at parties, someone was doing karaoke and someone was downing more shots and shitfaced

You guys always ended up laughing loud as hell and stumbling on top of each other

He would usually smoke with you, but you guys would share a smoke

Mainly because it was an excuse to keep you close to him because "reaching over there is too far, (Name)."

You guys probably had a situationship or a FWB thing going on for a bit because you two were too nervous to actually confess

He always looked at you a certain way and couldn't find it in himself to stop

He didn't know how in love he was back then

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@billsjum6ie @bigbootahjudy @ilovebill-and-gustav @r3dheadedw0rld @kiwitsune @V4mpyboyy @novaaisstupid @billybabeskaulitz @yas-v @iischafer @dilfverz @ahswhore0 @graciegizmo3184 @sweetpuffy12 @80s-tingz @ryiana @yuriayato5 @bunnysenpai31 @banshailey @bellastoner420 @victryzvv9 @stxngnr @killed-kiss @stilesandjames @m00nzyblogs @sylisan @lyzit @trixiekaulitz @laylasbunbunny @5hyslv7 @limaswife @nyxwritesshit

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

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alecst4rvesforattenti0n · 2 years ago

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Hey! My name is Alec and I’m a Trans Masc Ana/Mia. I’m looking for someone to to be my Ana buddy so we can motivate and hold each other accountable! If you’re interested in something like that, don’t be afraid to contact me!

#bulim1a #ana relapse #ana tingz #anorexi4 #buliima #buliimix #i should kms #i will kms #i'm sad #anorekic

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merlucide · 2 months ago

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gonna have a convo with my dad tmr (rant about dad tingz)

I’m gonna do it 🗣️ and he’s gonna have to listen

I invited him to take me to lunch (LMAO)

I’m gonna tell him how I feel and hope for the best, he’s going to get defensive and deflect it but I’m ready fr 💪 He’s prob gonna gaslight a tad too lol

He’s not a bad dad, just not the best yk? He’s not mentally/physically abusive thank God but he’s like…. special.

He makes me so upset— I mean he’s really hurt me and there has been moments were he has physically hurt me. That was a while again but those were impactful moments for me, and bitch I don’t remember an apology?! then I get after bro for doing what he did to me to my sister and like I was angry crying and getting off at him bc you don’t fucking hurt people and not apologize?!? THATS NOT FUCKING DISCIPLINE?! ITS ABUSIVE. And bc you are so fucking prideful and don’t want to face the fact that you hurt me, you hurt her, you are going to deny and say ‘well that’s what happens in life’. Shes 7. SEVEN. Who is on the spectrum and has ADHD. She doesn’t fucking understand you asshole. NO SEVEN YEAR OLD IS GOING TO TAKE AWAY ‘I shouldn’t have done that’ WHEN YOU FUCKING DO THAT. She’s going to remember how YOU hurt her, and how YOU didn’t apologize, how YOUR wife held her and deescalated the situation. You cannot blame a child for acting like that, yeah she was acting absolutely insane and frustrating, but you as a fucking grown adult cannot hurt your child like that. AND THEN COMPARE YOU TO ME?!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?.

And he doesn’t even care about her, it’s sad. I mean this whole situation is fucked up man, I get it. My siblings quite literally ruined my life tbh.

How do you think I felt when my dad stopped caring about me? Stopped playing with me— and started yelling. How do you think I felt when you turned grey and I was the only one helping momma with the kids. I was little too. I didn’t know it would get so crazy after we adopted them?! No one did?!? So stop blaming this shit in my mom you signed those fucking papers too. She’s still your daughter you asshole. Care about her too. You don’t get to make efforts with me once a month then discard her. AND fucking act like you don’t have a son anymore, just because he is out of the house doesn’t mean you have no connection to him. If he was a normal fucking kid he’d wonder why his dad is the only one that doesn’t call. But since he’s also fucked in the head he doesn’t, it’s better that way. I hate and love my siblings. Well, I love my sister, I’d kill for her. I love my brother too, but I hate him, yes it sounds ridiculous considering the overwhelming age difference between us but he hurt me significantly. I’m glad he’s gone, he’s doing better anyways. I wish things were different. I wish he could’ve been normal. Lmao I remember thinking ‘I just wish he was never born’ lol. It’s not his fault their parents sucked.

Anywho wow getting sidetracked here—

My dad is a crazy Winston Churchill ‘follower’ of you would. Constantly quoting him and wtv sooooo I have a couple quotes ready to fire at him when he gets defensive… heheh

I feel so prepared lmao

I’ve also talked about him so much with my mom so I’m like extra ready lol

I just need to get it out yk.

Also if anyone is reading this (which I doubt) my dad is NOT abusive or wtv— i am not in danger or wtv 😭🙏 im not in denial I’m quite aware of how my life looks so know it’s ok. And again, my dad isn’t a bad dad, there’s just a lot of pain in our relationship 🫠 He tries, just it’s never what I need yk. He loves me and our family, he just has issues of his own (Not excusing in the slightest- in fact I think it’s a shitty excuse but yk) I love my dad, he’s just rlly hurt me yk

#merlucide’s rambles :>#Emo hours #daddy issues #RAAAA #sob

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