#send more slutty outfits for him

[faerunsbest]

Im posting this separately as well because i love it lol

[rafesangelita]

…DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER AU

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DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER who spend their days fucking like rabbits. whether rafe had her clinging onto his bed sheets for dear life, or muffling her screams while he drilled into her poor cunt, he knew he had hit the jackpot when she was deemed useful in more ways than one. housebunny!reader who worked as a cart girl at the country club for only two days before rafe whisked her away and turned her into his pretty maid. with his kid out of the house for school, rafe enforced a strict dress code that kept her catering to him in mini skirts, thigh high stockings, heels, and maybeee a lacey bra (he preferred her to be topless most of the time). dilf!rafe who took care of absolutely everything; hair appointments, lash appointments, nail appointments, wax appointments, he made sure to always have his bunny in tip top shape, according to his liking.

DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER who always get concerning glares whenever they’re out in public. here you have rafe always dressed in business casual, his clothes ironed flat without a single wrinkle in sight, courtesy of housebunny of course, and then you have the girl at his side that’s all glitz and glamour, her outfit drawing the attention of every single person in the same room. dilf!rafe who has an intense housewife + breeding kink, always telling bunny that he’s gonna keep her in the house forever while he’s balls deep inside of her. she never opposed the idea, the vision only making her warm, velvety walls clench around him even tighter. housebunny!reader who made rafe’s favorite meals, loving the way he nodded approvingly while he chewed. “you’re just too good to be true.” her heart is fluttering in her chest at his words, the praise not going unnoticed. dinner was always delicious, but dessert was even better.

DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER who are sooo playful behind closed doors, rafe finds himself full on giggling before he’s masking his laughter with a serious expression so bunny doesn’t think he’s too soft. dilf!rafe who has the music taste of a frat boy in college, cursing under his breath as bunny sings along to the explicit lyrics booming throughout the house. “pretty girls don’t have filthy mouths.” he’s reminding her, smirking to himself when he see’s her sparkly lips come to a stop. housebunny!reader who does literally everything rafe asks her to do. “..sooo you want me to walk around with bunny ears, and that thing?” rafe is living for the hesitation on her face, and the fact that he knows she won’t tell him no. the following night, he manages to get the cute little bunny tail right where he wants it, housebunny!reader loving it more than she thought she would..

DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER who plan bunny’s outfits for the week (it’s just an excuse for her to give him an unsolicited fashion show). “i would rather you wear nothing at all..” rafe grumbles when she comes out of his closet in an assortment of clothing. housebunny!reader who slips pink sticky notes into rafe’s pocket before going to work so he could find them throughout the day. ‘can’t wait to be your slutty lil’ bunny later ♡’ rafe is excusing himself from his meeting, sending her a text message that easily gets her needy. ‘just read your note. you‘re gonna be so fucked out by the time i’m done with you.’ she shoots him a quick ‘promiseee? ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა’ before squealing in excitement when he reacts to her message with a thumbs up. it’s not long before rafe gets home and has her legs on top of his shoulders, her knees knocking against her chest while he’s wiping away her tears of pure unadulterated pleasure with his thumb.

DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER who are equally as nervous to have rafe’s son back home, unsure of what the small boy might think. housebunny!reader who nearly cries when she overhears little ray say she looks like a princess with her ‘pink puffy dresses’. dilf!rafe who is relieved and overjoyed that his boy adores her so much, since that was all he was waiting for in order to make her his, officially at least, since he already thought of her as such. housebunny!reader who wakes up to the smell of breakfast wafting up from downstairs, her eyebrows knitting in confusion as she wraps her fluffy robe around her body. “what are you doing?” she’s taking in the view of a shirtless rafe drinking out of a coffee mug, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “making you breakfast since you’re not just my house bunny anymore..” at his words, you smiled. “just bunny then?” he hummed, “just bunny.”

[realcube]

HQ MEN AS YOUR BOSS ...with chemistry

characters ♡ oikawa, tsukishima, iwaizumi & kenma

tags/cw ♡ vaginal, dad!oikawa, implied virginity loss, breeding // degredation, dacryphilia // age gap, power imbalance // oral (giving), monetary incentive — minors dni! (sfw ver.)

♡ OIKAWA

needing a babysitter while his ex-wife is out of town and he has to go to training, oikawa is given a recommendation by his teammate. that is how you end up in his massive house by the ocean, watching his kids. before he left, he promised that if you did a good job, he'd give you the tip. you assume he simply misphrased that sentence — spanish isn't his first language, after all — but you soon realise he meant exactly what he said.

he gave you a lot more than just the tip, though. his whole length pierces into you, while your fingers try to grasp at the smooth, polished surface of the kitchen island counter he has you bent over. a futile attempt at coping with the furious billow of bliss he sends sweeping through you.

his rough grip on your waist; his hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face against the cold marble; the way he avoids moaning your name because he doesn't remember it. you know he's only using you for his own pleasure and to be able to brag to his teammates that he fucked the hot babysitter senseless in his kitchen last night while the kids were down. young and tight — maybe even a virgin — but he had the honour of pounding into your chaste pussy, using you as his personal cumdump.

"good girl." he groans through gritted teeth, relief rushing through him as he spills his seed inside you. he fucks you through his high, making your body shake with each sloppy thrust. only faltering when he notices his actions cause some of his cum to leak out of you. with his finger, he guides it back into your hole. he smirks at the implications of what he has just done, and leans down to whisper coarsely in your ear, "maybe if you get pregnant, i'll let you come live here with me. how does that sound?"

he smacks your ass and you yelp, at which he laughs.

♡ TSUKISHIMA

working for a strict boss like tsukishima at the museum was a lot of pressure. he watches you like hawk, piercing eyes burning a hole through you, waiting for you to mess up or do something slightly wrong so he can yell at and reprimand you. all your co-workers brush it off as him being a mean guy, since it's true he is like that with everyone, but they can't see how much harsher he is with you.

that's only because tsukishima is very strategic when it comes to you. he only tells you off when the staff lounge is empty; he'll sabotage your work relationships so they won't care that he makes you stay late; he makes rude quips about your 'slutty outfits' only when nobody else is around to hear. after he screams at you for the exhibits being dirty and demand you clean them, he corners you in the janitor's cupboard and locks the door.

tears stream down your face, some drip onto the ground while others are soaked up by the cement wall tsukishima has your cheek pressed up against while he takes you from behind. with one hand up your skirt, fondling your ass. the other placed on your hip, which he moves to wipe away your tears roughly with the back of his hands.

"stop crying." his cock batters your aching walls, while you squirm against him, a feeble attempt to position yourself so his tip brushes your g-spot. though, he puts a swift end to this by clamping his hand down on your hips. "if didn't want me to yell at you, then don't be fuckin' hopeless." he stammers out through groans. "should be grateful i've found a use for you. so be quiet an take it like a decent whore."

♡ IWAIZUMI

an a student of sport science, you're very lucky that one of the best athletic trainers in the business agreed to take you on as an apprentice. you both get along very well too; iwaizumi can be strict at times but you can tell it's because he really cares and wants you to succeed.

when he's not actively training you, he's still very kind. you both joke around some and he's always making small talk, you even learned that he used to be a volleyball player and he's friends with a couple pros! beyond that though, you never notice how his gaze lingers when you're demonstrating stretches; how he 'coincidentally' asks you to stay late for practise on days you're wearing a low cut top; and how he always keeps an ear out for your small — but sweet — whimpers of struggle as you tidy up the weights and dumbbells.

his eyes have been on you ever since you started work for him, but things only change the day he takes of his shirt while cleaning up, and you happen finally realise how hot he is. from there, it's impossible for you to keep your hands off, and he feels the same. next thing you know, he has you sprawled out on the gym floor, laying into you in missionary.

it's been a long day of training and he's already exhausted but he still gives it to you with everything he has, and more. his firm dick lowers in to you while your walls cling to him, swallowing him up. your arms are daped around his shoulders to stable yourself while his hips smash against yours, and from the sheer mix of pain and pleasure, your nails dig into his skin. not that he minds, it's all muscle back there, anyway.

he likes giving it to you rough. not that he wants to wreck that pretty pussy of yours too badly; it needs to be enjoyable enough that'll your beg him for another round. but he likes the way your tits bounce when he thrusts hard enough, it's an even better sight than you doing starjumps. one that he'll never get enough of.

♡ KENMA

being a stock-trader, ceo, pro-gamer and youtuber is all really hard work so of course kenma requires a personal assistant. when you show up for the interview, he instantly knows you're the one, but he doesn't want to give you such a heavy workload. therefore, he hires two people: he hands the other person all the difficult stuff, and leaves you free. all you need to do is stand about and look pretty. he never said that aloud, but it was made obvious when one of the jobs he gave you was to come into his office and paint your nails. and of course, being the diligent employee you are, you followed his orders.

it didn't take long for him to start experiencing 'favouritism' accusations but they were promptly shut down by a simple 'yes, and?' from kenma. any person with half a brain can tell how much special treatment you receive, he would be foolish to try to deny it.

but it's all worth it. you're like his gorgeous doll, his prized possession, it's his responsibilty to treat you with all the care and love you deserve. he didn't even want anything in return for it, getting to see you every day was reward enough. but when you come in to his office requesting a raise, that's when the negotiation begins.

your lips swell around his cock, having been going at it for so long, but he urges you to continue in his muted, whiny voice. he relaxes in his chair, head tossed back in pleasure while you work on his cock, bobbing your head up and down on it. "s' good.." he grumbles, hand finding it's way to your cheek.

his thumb brushes against your skin while your tongue rubs his length. he tastes umami and strong. cock so long that even when you go down on him, you can't reach the base, and the back of your mouth hurts from trying. but he grips your chin and lifts your face so you can meet his sultry gaze. amused by how cute you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, he rasps, "there's a twenty thousand yen bonus if you deepthroat."

[bloodibambiidoll]

18+MNDI

Thinking about Frat!Rafe and his frat bros having a car wash, not because they need money, no, it’s all just one big real life thirst trap. Their rich dad’s fund the frat so they’re absolutely going to just use the money on more beer. He begs you to come by because you’re “the only girl he wants to see there” and it doesn’t hurt that he can flex his hot girlfriend and the nice car he bought you on his bros.

“Rafe, you literally took my car through the car wash yesterday.”

“So? Don’t you wanna see me all soapy and wet, baby?”

So of course you end up going. You put on a slutty little outfit because if you’re going to go, you’re going to look hot. When you pull up next to him he smirks at you, his hair is slicked back from being wet, and his bare chest is glistening in the sun, little droplets of soap and water dripping down his abdomen. He runs over to your little car, leaning down to look at you, tapping his finger on your window. You roll your eyes as you roll it down.

“There’s my girl, gimme kiss.” He has to practically fold himself in half to push his head into the window, he takes your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. When he pulls back, eyes roam the little pink top that accentuates your tits perfectly and the matching little pink skirt that’s ridden up your thighs while you were driving. “Damn baby, this all for me?”

“Always for you, daddy. Now chop, chop, wash my car.” You snap your fingers at him, sending him a wink before rolling your window up.

And wash your car he does. He makes a whole scene of it, pressing his swim trunk covered cock against the drivers window while he soaps up the roof, laying practically his whole body across your windshield, his soap slick abs on full display against the glass. He draws little hearts in the soap, blowing you kisses, sending you those fucking smirks that drive you crazy. When he’s done, he pulls open your door, practically ripping you from the drivers seat.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you come here and not get my hands on you, did you?” One of his large hands laces through your hair while the other grabs your hip, pressing your back against your wet car before crashing his lips against yours. It’s a hungry kiss, all tongues and teeth. His brothers whoop and cheer around you but you don’t even care because he feels so good. “Now chop, chop, baby, run along. I’ll see your cute little ass later.”

He pats your ass twice before pulling away from you, opening your door for you and walking away, leaving you breathless and wet in more ways than one.

[godnectar]

........pls gib me Yan dilf in skimpy outfit pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

・✶ ｡ﾟ☆ YANDERE DILF ☆ ; drabble

★ note: had one of the craziest and nicest nights of this year fr, so of course I had to indulge on this ask 😫😫 ( y'all can send more requests here! )

cw: gn!reader, big man has kids, not in a relationship yet, neighbors au!, slight feminization, subby yan, kinda suggestive, and reader is a bit mean. I'm just showing my pathetic boy some affection <3

I now seriously can't stop thinking about a yandere dilf! who would absolutely wear and do anything for his dearest darling.

it doesn't really matter what you're asking for. whether you want him in the tightest and most transparent shirt ever, or just wanna see him getting riled up while trying on some slutty shorts —maybe even a skirt if you're into that— yandere dilf! will always be up to indulging into your desires.

pictures, videos, calls; you'll receive whatever you want as long as you promise to get your hands on yandere dilf! as soon as you arrive back in the neighborhood. he would purposefully send the kids to daycare or let them have a sleepover at a friend's place, growing extremely excited and completely aware that he will be busy all night long with you at his side.

as embarrassing, humiliating, and probably pathetic as this might be for any other man, yandere dilf! thrieves and lives from your attention.

grope him, degrade him, and strip him to the sweet, matching underwear you've bought him some nights ago— he doesn't care. yandere dilf! certainly doesn't care, as he can only focus on the way your hands roam all over his body, too lost in the feeling of your lips kissing and sucking on every inch of newly uncovered skin.

you might be just using him, feeding bits of your ego, and destroying part of his in the process of satisfying your fantasies... but guess what? he's completely fine with it. he would do anything for you anytime, if at least that means having you show yandere dilf! some love.

"I swear– I swear you can do whatever you want with me... Just keep loving me tonight, yeah?"

© godnectar 2024. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[buzz-in-your-veins]

Oops, did i do that?

Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.

The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they don’t have outfits just let me know!

CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.

Vox

Vox hadn’t known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. You’d applied for the job a few months ago.

In that time he’d seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldn’t do, was look at your contacts.

You weren’t working tomorrow, so you’d gone out with your friends, you’d purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasn’t owned by a member of the V’s, in an effort not to run into your new boss.

You’d gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that you’d ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.

You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the ‘send to’ people, you never noticed.

You also didn’t notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.

If only that was the worst part.

You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.

You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, you’d be fine! Your friends wouldn’t hear it.

One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.

You got back safe and sound, still not having realised you’d sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demon’s expression as Velvettes model walked you in.

You weren’t quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadn’t got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, you’d gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.

You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.

Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.

You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.

Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadn’t taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.

Satisfied you went to save your photo.

Never noticing you’d sent the same photo to your boss.

Afterall, you hadn’t know to take him off your list.

You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.

You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Vox’s name pop up on your phone.

Angel Dust

Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said you’d recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.

Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.

Still riding the high off getting a better job, you’d invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.

You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Vox’s clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.

You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though you’d had no idea.

You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.

You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.

And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.

They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.

You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.

Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.

They quickly concocted a plan without your input.

Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.

You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didn’t you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had ‘needed the bathroom’ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.

As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didn’t mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.

Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.

The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.

Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.

You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.

In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.

For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.

Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.

Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.

Alastor

Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.

The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.

Except..

Now he was.

Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.

But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.

So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you weren’t.

Alastor was cooking? You weren’t hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didn’t want to read anyways.

Alastor always noticed your absence.

Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.

When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his ability’s, his domain, everything.

Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didn’t stop you from having it.

From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.

And when he stopped those muggers?

You went weak.

So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.

You could still dress up though.

And you did, frequently.

In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.

Alastors eyes never left you that night.

Mostly, it was under your clothes.

Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.

Oh how you’d positively die if anyone saw.

That didn’t stop you.

Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.

You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.

Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.

Surely, you should have expected naming your folder ‘Alastor<3’ to backfire, but..

Maybe this was a Freudian slip?

It’s not like you even noticed you’d sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.

Lucifer

You’d seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.

It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.

By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.

Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.

You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.

Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.

You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as you’d been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown you’d picked.

It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.

Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.

The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.

Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!

Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.

Traitors.

You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.

You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.

The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.

Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.

Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.

Did you mention traitors?

By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.

Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didn’t.

By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, ‘we went all blessed with long arms, A——y!’, you wanted a special photo.

So you got ready.

You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.

Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.

You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.

You never looked.

Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice you’d looked. Your response?

A photo.

You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.

Husk

Husk hadn’t taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.

Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.

You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.

You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.

Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.

Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.

Husk never brought it up, and Angel didn’t remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didn’t want to bring it up why should you?

Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.

Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?

You were gone.

And the cat was your new home.

Not that you’d ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.

Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.

You’d dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.

Husk had seen you just before you got into Vox’s limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.

You and Angel didn’t get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.

Husk had tried to stay up.

You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.

From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.

You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.

He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.

Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.

You needed a photo.

Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.

You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.

You didn’t wake up until well after Husk responded.

Lute.

Lute had noticed you as soon as you’d joined Adam’s ranks.

Of course she had.

You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.

She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.

That of course, was you.

Lute loved having you work with her.

Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you weren’t talking at all.

You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?

Your poor heart couldn’t deal.

You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.

Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.

Regardless you excelled.

You had to be the best.

And so you were.

Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what you’d said before.

You never gave her the same answer.

You couldn’t exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?

Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.

It meant going to fancy angel party’s. With out your mask.

You forced your friends to help you get ready.

Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.

Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.

You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didn’t know any of the people here and you were anxious.

Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldn’t settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.

Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.

Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know what’s happened.

Meanwhile, you’d striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.

You wanted a photo.

You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.

Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.

Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.

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If you want more people added feel free to ask and I’ll do a part two!

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DAY 2 — HYUNJIN

★ npr, f!reader, hate sex , toxicex!hj , obsessive!hj , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 859

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day2 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

[ for the visual learners:3 ]

“You really think you can waltz around wearing that little shit?” He slaps your ass hard, earning a loud cry from you. “Yo- you don’t control me anymore, hyunjin!” You mutter out as he pounds into your pussy. His hips at an inhumane pace, snapping against yours as he smooshed your face against your soft pillows. He slaps your ass once again. You yelped in pain. “Say that once again, whore. I want you to spill those exact words again from your slutty mouth.” He pulls your head back and hooks his finger to the inside of your cheek before continuing to ram into your fucked-out cunt. Your face was a mess, drool was all over, and your hair stuck to your forehead. Sweat ran down your body. 

Hyunjin and you broke up almost a year ago, and this man was still obsessed with you. When you sense that he seemed like he moved on, he would hit you up again. You would suddenly get messages from him from out of nowhere, and he would send you the most disturbing and disgusting texts and then send, ‘This is all because of you.’ At the end. They never stopped. The amount of numbers you had to block him was insane. The more you blocked his new numbers, the more he would get. 

You even thought of changing your phone to a completely new one, but being a broke college student with a barely paying job was not going to get you to a new phone whatsoever, so you resorted to just blocking his number every time he would send a text. 

But today he was finally able to see you. After long months, he saw you. The woman he once loved and lost. Standing there at the entrance of the club in all her glory. His eyes immediately fell on your outfit. An immediate scowl formed on his face as he watched you strut into the club in a short miniskirt and plunging top that showed off your curves perfectly. 

Thanks to that outfit, Hyunjin now had you whining and crying over his cock. You hated how controlling he was. He never let you do anything. Your hatred for him got even stronger as he dragged you away to a corner from the hot hunk you were dancing with. He started lecturing you about how you shouldn’t be wearing this and how you shouldn’t be dancing with other men, and you just stared at him in disbelief. “We are not fucking dating.” Those words set him off.

“You’re still mine, bitch. This pussy belongs to me.” You groaned and let him assault your pussy. You both were a sweating panting mess. Your mixed arousal stuck onto his pelvis and your thighs, making the entire session hot and messy. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, leaning into your ears. He spoke in a gruff voice. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.” The heat of his breath sent shivers down your spine, and the roughness in his voice made you wetter. His grip on your hips was tight, making sure bruises formed. You shook your head, glancing at him to catch his reaction to your denial. Hyunjin stopped and pulled out of you. You audibly whined at the loss of his cock, and before you could turn around and see why he pulled out, you were quickly turned to your back. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulder before entering you in a hard and deep thrust, making your back arch and your thighs tremble. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head before harshly grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. “What the fuck did you say?” You trembled and whined at his authoritative tone. He slapped your cheek. “speak up bitch.” Tears started brimming in your eyes as you reluctantly nodded and agreed. His hips thrust in so hard, his cock hit your cervix at each thrust. “Y-yours hyun.. hyunji-jin… im yours…” a satisfied smirk appeared on his face before he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, a short moment of vulnerability. “Good fucking girl.” He said roughly before fucking into your pussy with great force. The way his dick penetrated your warm, gummy walls had you seeing stars. “My pussy. Mine. Mine. Mine.” he said as he kissed you all over. You laid there and gazed down at the point where you and him connected, seeing a frothy mixture of your arousal buildup. You moaned at the sight, and hyunjin smirked. “Liked that shit, baby? Yeah … i know you do…” he lifted himself and held your thighs together. You could feel his cock twitch in you, signaling he was close. “hyunjin… in me please…” you pleaded. Hyunjin looked over at you and smirked darkly, “anything for my princess…” he said with a hint of possessiveness. “Gonna make you pregnant, mama…. Gonna make you round and full… you’re going to grow my child, and my child only got it?” You nodded and moaned softly. 

At this point, you weren’t against that idea.

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Yandere Ceo x GN Reader

CW: NSFW, Dubious consent of sending nudes, masturbation and anal fingering

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Esteban was trapped in a loop. Sitting at his desk, he tried to the best of his abilities to be productive, but quickly the thought of you filled his every thought. So he would take his phone once again, his finger looming over your name in his contact list. Each time, his conscience ended up taking over and he would throw his phone as far as possible on his desk, as if he had been suddenly electrocuted.

He had promised to stop calling or texting you every chance he got. He wanted to prove that he was putting in a lot of effort to get better. So, after dropping the source of his internal torment, the man tried to focus again on his computer, only for the cycle to continue. 

***

He was so proud of himself as he got home that night. He did it! He succeeded in not compulsively contacting you! Esteban could already hear all the praises and words of encouragement you will give him for being such a good boy. 

He waited and waited. The more time passed by the more his excited expression morphed his face into a worried one. You usually answered his text around this hour, so what was taking you so long?!

***

You felt bad. You truly did.

You knew that Esteban was working really hard to control his clingy and obsessive attitude towards you. So you felt your heart dropped when you realized you didn’t respond to his text at the end of your shift. But guilt quickly turned into curiosity when you saw that he had sent you a video one hour after you didn’t respond to his initial message. It had been sent fairly recently and under it was written “Ready for round 2?”.  

The thumbnail was already giving away the content of the recording, even if you try to convince yourself that it couldn’t be that. On it was Esteban, shirtless with his arms out of view of the camera, probably to put it in place. You hesitantly pressed the play button after sitting down on the couch. 

There were some movements paired with slight zooms before he seemed happy with his setup. Esteban walked away from the camera to get into the frame. Lowering his head onto the bed, he arched his back and spread his leg open. His movements were way too deliberate and precise for not to have been planned. 

Despite Esteban’s face being pressed into the mattress, you could still see his lovesick eyes glaring at the camera. It’s like he was directly looking at you. All of his private parts were on full display, giving him an extra vulnerable look in that position. He swayed his hips sensually from side to side, his hard cock following the movement. If you zoomed in, you would have noticed the small drops of precum dripping from the slit and how red his tip was. 

“I-I've been good for you all day… but… you didn’t answer and I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He whined, “You need to know how much I’ve missed you.”

One of his hands went between his legs as he spoke, grabbed onto his cock and he started stroking it. The other one gripped the sheets while slutty moans left his mouth. He looked like he was milking himself and now that you thought about it— he would look really good in a sexy cow outfit.

“I wish you were here Mmmf… with me. So you a-ah could… huff… you could reward m-me.” 

Esteban sped up the pumping motion on his dick as he spoke, all the while he tried to move his hips to hump his hand. 

“I’m just a… Nnnf… slut. Ah! I just Ngh… want to be fucked by yo—” He had bitten his lips, the wave of pleasure making it hard for him to speak. 

You swore you saw his asshole open slightly and clench onto nothing. Your intuition was answered to be right as his left hand tentatively brushed against the curve of his ass to finger himself. Since Esteban didn’t have anything to hold his weight anymore, his face got pressed even more into the mattress. His words and moans were coming out partially muffled because of it. 

“I want Aaah… I want you so badl— Ngggh.” 

His finger successfully found his asshole and had begun circling the entrance. It didn’t take long before Esteban pushed two fingers inside, not wanting to waste any more time. It went in with such ease that you suspected him to have lubed it in advance. 

Unconsciously, both of his hands started to move at the same paste in a rhythmic pattern. When he would stroke back to the base of his dick, his other hand would pull out of his hole. Then the same thing would happen again, but in reverse. 

He looked adorable when his eyes rolled back as the combination of sensations coming from both his ass and cock was getting too much for his poor brain. It was also getting harder for you to comprehend what he was babbling out, but you rejoiced in the sounds he made nonetheless.

His movements became more messy. In this hazed state he had to force his fingers out of him to focus both of his hands on his dick instead. Esteban gripped his shaft and started making a tight twisting motion, pulling additional moans from him. His body was covered in sweat with all the effort he was putting into this private little show, for your pretty eyes only. 

You knew that it was all a sign that he was inching closer and closer to release, and you were soon proven to be correct. You knew your good boy well after all. 

“I’m Mmm gon’ c-cum—”

He cried out your name in a high-pitched whine as he came, coating his stomach and the sheets with thick ropes of cum. He bucked a few more times in his hands, before gradually slowing down his movements. 

"Aaaah…Ngh... n-nngh..."

He lay motionless for a few seconds, except for the occasional shudder of his legs. He painfully got up, every one of his movements seemed slowed down. When he got closer to the camera, you could finally see his messed up face in all its glory. He had drool leaking down his chin, his cheeks were red as if he got slapped and you could see traces of dry tears on his skin. He gave you a weak smile, then the video stopped.

You were left there, in the complete silence of your room, after witnessing the most toe curling video of all time. You slowly clicked on the call option while getting ready. This was going to be a long night. 

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I hope this satisfied the thirst of the Esteban simps 😌

[kisseobie]

240711 jongseob ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

pairings: jongseob x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: dom!seob, sub!reader, jongseob is cocky, reader is going insane over his compression shirt and baggy jeans (i am reader), nipple play, blowjob, face fucking, hair pulling, no prep, unprotected sex lol wrap it before you tap it guys, reader is nasty and grinds against his shoes, pussy slapping, rough sex, touchy in a taxi (kind of?) in the first bit, light body worship, reader is an actual whore for her boyfriend .. i think that’s it

a/n: yeah so i had to start writing this as soon as the pictures dropped sorry (i’m not) and a special dt to @lijeons because we both feel insane over him rn

“you listening?” are the only words that leave your boyfriend’s lips that you can successfully say you’ve comprehended in the painfully slow 10 minutes you’ve occupied this drive with him, and yet you are still too dazed to answer with a proper reply, merely nodding along to the question. sitting in this close proximity with jongseob, and nearly falling onto his lap at times due to the taxi driver’s reckless driving, is not an occurrence that you’d ever expect to dread, but today is different. today, jongseob decided to wordlessly proclaim “i hate my girlfriend!”, you suppose, and he might as well lower the backseat windows, stick his head out, and bellow that very phrase out to the streets, because he clearly is unaware of how embarrassingly wet you’ve been rendered in the mere minutes you’ve been in his presence.

you’re being ridiculous, the reason for your sudden dramatics being jongseob’s outfit, if you could even consider it as one rather than a feature from a slutty mens fashion magazine from the 90’s. your boyfriend, although fashionable, isn’t typically the type to pair his usual baggy pants with the tightest compression shirt you’ve ever seen, but once again, apparently today had to be different. you’re choosing to blame it on the boy spending too much time shopping with intak, making a mental note to send an unfriendly text to his hyung later. your boyfriend, bless his heart, is clueless to your internal panic, and is currently flicking through recent photos he took on his digicam whilst explaining his thought process behind each shot to you. you’re trying, you really are, to focus and bask in his excitement, but how can you be expected to pay attention when each click on his camera causes his boyish arms to shift ever so slightly, especially when the shape of his upper body is accentuated with the tight white longsleeve top that adorns his frame? are you just supposed to go on with your day and pretend that his newly found love for thin compression shirts doesn’t send heat flooding to your core?

“..and this one! i took this one in thailand because the colors reminded me of the dress you wore on our date last month.” jongseob relays to you with a toothy grin, looking at you expectedly for your reaction to his cute confession. you smile at him genuinely, temporarily tossing your arousal to the back of your mind and leaning over to place a peck on his cheek, which only makes his smile grow. “i missed you a lot seob.”

“yeah?” he asks, with an annoyingly cocky smirk already making its way on his lips.

“mhm”

he doesn’t waste any more time, grabbing at your waist to pull you into a long overdue kiss, ignoring the fact that you both are in the company of a very annoyed taxi man. you kiss back with just as much, if not more, fervor, pawing at his recently dyed two-toned shag. your hands drop to stroke and knead at his toned arms, freshly manicured nails slowly descending and scratching down jongseob’s clothed chest. he shifts his kisses to the nape of your neck, biting at your skin and pulling you in impossibly closer. you both are interrupted and awkwardly squirm away from each other as the driver’s grunt of frustration reaches your ears, and you look up to lock eyes with the man, glaring at the pair of you from the rearview mirror. you’re giggle nervously, but halt your amusement at the situation when realizing that the impromptu makeout session with your boyfriend has only made your panties even stickier than before, and you curse yourself for being so easily affected by a few of his kisses.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend is not as oblivious to your current fixation on his attire as you may think. jongseob resists the urge to coo out loud at how you pivot your thighs against each other to feel some friction, and at how your eyes shamelessly find purchase on his upper body every few minutes. he shimmies closer to you after a while of silence, laying his head atop your shoulder as you try to ignore how good he smells when he’s so up close, how the mixed scent of rich cologne, wood, tangerines, and boyhood makes you dizzier by the second.

he’s lifting his head now, so his lips hover dangerously close to your left ear, smiling knowingly and whispering “i take it you like my outfit?”, and jongseob doesn’t even give you a moment to react, retreating back to his side of the backseat, but not before shooting you a shit-eating grin that makes you want to sock him, albeit lovingly, in the face.

𓂃ᡴꪫ ⋆ ੈ ࣪   𓏲ּ ❤︎

the familiar rigidness of jongseob’s wooden floors poke and prod at your jelly knees, and you can already feel the soreness starting to seep into the muscle. regardless, you’d never dare to get up, not when your boyfriend has his pretty, leaking cock out, with his pants bunched up at his feet. he clicks his tongue as you wrap a manicured palm against the heavy girth, silently signaling to you to “get on with it”. you can’t even blame him for smirking and at your pathetic quickness to lap your pink tongue against his tip, not when you look like a stray cat being fed milk for the first time in weeks.

you’re maneuvering your tongue to lick long, tantalizing stripes against the prominent vein running along his length, hand still wrapped around the base that you know you won’t be able to reach with your mouth. his hisses and groans only push you further, taking his cock all the way down your mouth and suctioning your lips just how you know jongseob likes it. apparently your slow speed is not your boyfriend’s forte, evident in the way he forcefully grabs at your hair and pushes you inwards to take even more of his dick in your mouth. tears are already streaming down your face, but you love when he uses you like this, love the feeling of being suffocated by him so carelessly. you make the mistake of looking up to jongseob’s face, met with the view of the boy who’s brows are furrowed in ecstasy. he peers down at you, maintaining eye contact as he pushes your mouth off of him, giving you a brief chance to breathe.

jongseob looks heavenly, bangs dampened with his own sweat, body still clad in the white compression shirt that clings to every ripple and divot on his lean body. you can’t take your eyes off of him, almost like a moth drifting towards a flickering porch light. you beam up your boyfriend with the prettiest smile you can muster, batting your eyelashes while your fingers creep back up to find home on his thighs. he’s giggling at your sly actions in disbelief, but does nothing to stop you from licking at his fat cockhead once more. “you’re having lots of fun with this, aren’t you?” comes out of jongseob’s mouth, followed by a shaky sigh. when you don’t respond, he’s babbling again. “wan’ you to answer me y/n. couldn’t even get inside my apartment, fuck, without you jumping my bones. bet that cunt is dripping all over my floor.”

to prove his theory, jongseob lifts his shoe to push upwards against your cloth panties, your decision on wearing a mini dress today making the access easier. jongseob groans out loud when he spots the giant wet patch soaking through your underwear. despite your boyfriend examining your clothed cunt with a scoff, you aren’t embarrassed in the slightest, and can already feel yourself getting delirious from pleasure despite remaining untouched. you love when he gets like this, so cocky and dominant that it makes your cunt clench on air, weeping for some stimulation. jongseob is about to pull his shoe away from your core, but you beat him to doing so by shamelessly rocking your panty-clad cunny back and forth over the hard material. you’ve rendered the boy absolutely speechless, gyrating your hips against his shoe like a whore as your juices seep through your panties and on top of the leather material. your eyes are on his the entire time, finding amusement in his disbelief of your desperateness. you make sure to increase in volume with every rock of your hips, letting out pornographic moans as you fuck yourself on your boyfriend’s shoes.

“get up.”

it takes everything in you to not ignore his command, putting a brief pause on your pleasure as you hold onto his thighs for leverage, pushing your wobbly body up with some effort. jongseob doesn’t give you a moment to collect yourself before grabbing at your face for the nth time tonight, kissing you with teeth and tongue before pushing you onto his bedsheets behind you. he doesn’t say a word to you as he begins to lift your dress up and over your head, his silence somehow making the situation hotter. your tits are on full display, nipples hardening as they hit the cool air of jongseob’s ac unit. your boyfriend scoffs, once again, at your lack of a bra but remains silent, taking his time with kneading your boobs and kissing at the surrounding skin. he can sense your impatience, and ever the sweet boyfriend, begins to lift the hem of his own top, but is stopped by your shaky hands as you plead, “nononono, keep it on please.”

he complies to your pathetic request with a snort, refocusing to fully pull off his dirtied shoes, pants, and boxers, now only left in that damn compression shirt, accompanied with a dangly silver chain around his neck. jongseob smiles at your wandering eyes, catching you off guard by hooking his hands under your knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed. you begin to anticipate the feeling of his slender fingers discarding your sodden panties, but it never comes. instead, jongseob circles your covered clit with his thumb, clearly enjoying teasing you. fat tears start to cascade down your cheeks once more, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering out in both ecstasy and frustration. you know you would look ridiculous to an outsider, but right now it’s just you and jongseob, so you don’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. your begs come out rushed and wanton, the words scratching the depths of your throat.

“please seobie, touch me already! stop teasing!”

he smirks at your impatience, getting off at your very obvious desperation as he slows the pace of his thumb prodding at your puffy clit, the thin material of your underwear still clinging to your cunt.

“i am touching you.”

just as you begin to sob, jongseob wraps his delicate fingers around the straps of your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. he leans his face in to nudge the tip of his nose against your button, inhaling deeply as to memorize your scent. you were relieved to finally be bare in front of him, but the lack of touch has you squirming against his sheets in annoyance. you know you’re acting ungrateful, with jongseob treating you so delicately, but you can’t help but want more.

a sudden smack! pulls you out of your head, the combined pain and pleasure of your boyfriend spanking your bare cunt causing you to gasp at the sudden change of demeanor. he hits your cunny again, laughing at the way you subtly push your hips forward to meet the power of his slaps. he repeats the motion a few more times, until your wetness leaves a glimmering sheen on his palm, and your pussy is an angry shade of red.

he gives you another brief moment to breathe, watching how your cunt rises and falls like a second heartbeat. he’s fisting his neglected cock to the sight of you, hair splayed out messily on his sheets, flushed cheeks with tear steaks running across them, nipples hard and vulnerable to his touch. without warning, which seems to be a running theme with jongseob tonight, he begins to slide his mushroom cockhead between your folds, hissings and cursing at the wet feeling.

“you ready?”

you nod, biting down on your bottom lip as you prop your weight onto your elbows, mentally preparing yourself for the stretch of jongseob’s cock. he leans down from where he stands to place a peck on each of your pink cheeks, drinking in your salty tears before capturing your lips into a deep kiss. when your boyfriend pulls back, he rests your smooth legs on top of his shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your left ankle, and the intimacy of it all has you falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

after what feels like eons, jongseob starts to push his girth into your tight hole, letting out a hushed “fuck” in the process. god you missed the feeling of him filling you up to the brim, missed how perfectly the pair of you fit together, creating your own sinful symphony of sloshes and grunts. once you’ve taken him in all the way, he tests the waters by thrusting slowly, making you both moan out at the familiar feeling that will never quite dull despite the countless of times you’ve felt it before. you’re staring at your boyfriend, who’s currently preoccupied with pounding into you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, the view making you throw your head back with a whine. your greedy pussy wraps around him so well, obscenely suctioning his cock every time the boy pulls outwards.

you watch how jongseob’s shirt continues to flex and cling onto his muscles with every motion, can feel the sweat peeking through the material as your legs stay glued to his damp shoulders. he’s breathing heavily now, little whines and whimpers giving away how much he’s missed having you like this; splayed out like a princess on his bed as he works you towards your climax. one particular thrust of his hips hits home so well that you’re seeing stars, fingers fisting his silk sheets as your cunny clenches down on him. jongseob notices the shift, and hits that particular spot over and over, quickening his pace with every thrust of his hips.

“mmm yeah, right there! right there!” comes out of your mouth so loud you’re almost afraid his neighbors will write a complaint. he only speeds up at your loud request, fucking into your gummy walls so heavenly, whispering praises and “i got you” ’s into the air. at a certain point, he’s leaned so close to your body that he lies right on top of you, the weight of his clothed chest meeting your bare one, making both of you dizzy. your perky tits press up against the smooth material of his shirt, creating a type of friction that has you toppling over, cumming around his cock with a loud cry.

jongseob isn’t holding up any better, thrusts becoming messy and irregular as your orgasm spurs him on to chase his own, and with a few more shifts of his hips he’s shooting his release into your walls, filling you up to the brim with his milky seed. he lazily strokes into you one, two, three more times before pulling out. the loss of contact, paired with the feeling of his cum leaking out of your hole, makes you whine in displeasure, already missing how nice he feels inside of you. jongseob carefully flips his body over to lay next to you, panting heavily as you extend an arm out to play with his hair.

𓂃ᡴꪫ ⋆ ੈ ࣪   𓏲ּ ❤︎

the scent of him suffocates you senses in the most heavenly way, and you tuck your face deeper into his now bare chest, shirt tossed aside somewhere on his floors. you inhale the notes of tangerine coming from the boy that you’ve become so accustomed to. sleepy and dazed, you almost miss jongseob’s husky “who knew that me wearing a tight shirt would lead to the best sex of my life?”

you make a noise of discontent and lightly shove him by the shoulder, rolling your eyes at his teasing and he just giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. jongseob pulls you back into him despite your whines, wrapping his arms around your naked frame and placing light pecks into your hair.

“i bought it in 3 different colors, by the way.”

you groan into his chest, causing your boyfriend to laugh out loud at your cuteness. you choose to let sleep take over instead of imagining your very hot boyfriend wear another one of those damn compression shirts in whatever fucking shades he bought them in, telling yourself that you’ll rip him a new one in the morning. or jump his bones. whichever comes first.

𓂃ᡴꪫ ⋆ ੈ ࣪   𓏲ּ ❤︎

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[austinbutlerslovers]

New Fetish

Label Mature 18+

Summary Joining Austin at his latest premiere, you find yourself awestruck by him—so much so that it’s almost impossible to voice your thoughts. But Austin has a way of luring the words from you, reveling in the way you admire him and ends up wanting to hear your praises all night long.

❤️‍🔥 Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin in heeled boots fetish• praise kink• edging• gratification from fetish •the outfit stays on• lap sitting •P in V• nipple play • multiple orgasms •creampie  🔗Master List

📖 Proodreader @purejasmine 💭 Inspiration @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler 💕

New Fetish

The premiere is a dazzling event, the kind of high-glamour spectacle that creates an intoxicating energy. Austin steps onto the red carpet, his commanding presence immediately drawing every lens and gaze in the vicinity.

He looks breathtaking: the ribbed designer undershirt clinging perfectly to his toned frame, slacks tailored to perfection, and that long coat flowing elegantly to the ground. He looks almost otherworldly, like he was born to rule the night.

You stand on the sidelines, barely able to keep your composure. His piercing blue eyes scan the crowd, sharp and striking, locking onto cameras with a practiced intensity that sends a flutter through your chest.

The styled waves of his hair add a polished edge to his look, effortlessly complementing the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. His subtle but deliberate movements—adjusting the coat, angling his body for the perfect shot—seem calculated to destroy anyone watching.

As he turns, the movement causes his coat to shift, exposing more of his toned chest in the ribbed undershirt. The fabric clings to the curves of his muscles, the faint silver chain resting just above his neckline, glinting faintly in the lights.

You try to focus on something else—anything else—but your gaze is drawn back like a magnet. Austin strikes another pose, his coat pulling open as he turns again, the slight shift revealing another tantalizing glimpse of his chest and collarbone. You bite your lip, a dangerous need beginning in your core. He looks like sin incarnate, and worse.. he knows it.

Later that evening, at the lavish hotel where the afterparty winds down, the atmosphere radiates exclusivity. The bar, with its sleek black marble countertops and gold accents, overlooks the dazzling London skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. The intimate gathering is an exclusive event reserved for the cast, crew, and select special guests.

Austin stands at the bar, deep in conversation with Timothée Chalamet, their shared presence drawing every stray glance in the room. Without his coat, Austin looks even better—his Gucci ribbed designer undershirt clinging to his chest, stretched tightly around his toned shoulders.

Every subtle shift of his muscles as he gestures or lifts his glass to his lips is maddening, and you can’t help but notice how his high-waisted slacks hug his figure, accentuating his waist in a way that could only be described as slutty.

You try to focus on the expansive view, or the low scattered conversations around you, but your eyes betray you every single time, and as if on cue Austin glances over at you mid-conversation, his sharp gaze catching you in the act.

Your cheeks burn as you try to look away, but it’s too late. His lips curve into a faint smile, and he says something to Timothée before slinging his coat over his shoulder and heading your way.

Every step he takes is commanding, his presence owning the room effortlessly. He joins you as you pretend to admire the sweeping view of London through the massive windows. 

You can feel his attention entirely on you, his closeness making it impossible to focus as you catch the faintest hint of his cologne—a rich, intoxicating blend that makes your pulse race. 

He tilts his head slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours as you turn to him, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve been quiet all night,” he reveals, his voice low and smooth, tinged with a teasing edge. His smirk lingers, brimming with playful amusement, but there’s a softness in his eyes that only you would notice. He knows exactly what he’s doing—and worse, he knows how much he affects you.

Your throat tightens, as you try to find your voice. “I’ve just been… taking it all in,” you manage, though it sounds unconvincing even to you.

He moves closer, his eyes studying your face savoring every expression. “Taking it all in?” he repeats, his gaze dipping briefly to your lips. “Is that what you call staring at me?”

Your face burns, the blush rising fast. “I-I wasn’t staring,” you stammer.

He lets out a low hum, his voice dropping to a velvety tone. “You’re not very good at hiding it.” He reveals coming in closer until you have to tilt your head up to meet his piercing gaze.

“I felt your eyes on me all night,” he confirms,his hand brushing lightly against your cheek.

You draw in a shaky breath, your heart pounding as you admire him. “You just… you just look so incredible tonight, Austin,” you confess, the words tumbling out barely above a whisper, but the sincerity is unmistakable.

His hand moves to your waist, pulling you possessively closer. “I love it when you talk like that,” he praises, his voice soft and tinged with affection as his piercing gaze holds yours. “Like I’m the only thing on your mind.”

“Because you are,” you say without thinking, the honesty in your voice makes his head tilt slightly, a playful grin tugging at his lips as his hand trails up your side.

“That’s exactly what I like to hear,” he says, his voice dropping lower, “When you say things like that…” His thumb grazes your lower lip, the touch making your pulse race “It makes me want to ruin you, in the worst way.”

He tilts your chin with his fingers, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. His mouth warm and firm, the perfect blend of gentleness and command, moving against your lips with a teasing slowness that leaves you breathless. When he leans back, there’s a playful pull, his touch still lingering against your jawline.

“I want to hear every dirty thought in that pretty little head,” he whispers, his voice low and intoxicating, his words brushing against your lips like a promise.

“And I want to hear them now—in our hotel suite,” he confirms, his tone carrying a quiet authority that leaves no room for hesitation, his presence is overwhelming and impossible to resist.

You draw in a shaky breath, nodding, unable to form words as your heart pounds even harder from his closeness and the weight of his words.

His grin widens as he gestures toward the exit with a tilt of his chin. With his jacket effortlessly slung over his shoulder and his hand firmly on your waist, he guides you to the doors with a steady, possessive ease.

The elevator ride is silent at first, the ascent amplifying the charged tension between you. He leans back casually against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. The cool blue lights of the elevator bathes you both, making the sharp lines of his face appear even more striking.

You stand closer, and he pulls you into him, his hand sliding to the curve of your back as his mouth crashes against yours. His kiss is consuming, firm yet teasing, leaving you breathless as his thumb gently strokes your waist.

You cling to him on your tip-toes, your hands clutching his shoulders as you kiss him back, your pulse racing. He’s impossibly beautiful like this, his features softened just enough by the intimacy, yet his control never falters. The way he holds you, commanding yet tender, makes your heart pound as the elevator opens on your floor.

He breaks the kiss, his gaze locking onto yours as he takes your hand. Without a word, he leads you out of the elevator, his movements confident his grip firm as he guides you down the hall toward your shared room.

As the door to your hotel suite clicks shut behind you, the room’s opulence fades into the background.

The soft lighting illuminates the sleek furnishings, but your focus is entirely on Austin.

He tosses his coat effortlessly over a nearby chair, his eyes softening as he reaches for your hand.

His fingers lace with yours, his touch warm, as he leads you gently across the room.

When he reaches the plush armchair positioned perfectly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he pulls you closer resting his hands lightly on your waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you.

“I want to see to see all of you ” he says, his voice heavy with intent as his fingers trail down your back, finding the zipper of your dress.

Slowly, he begins to slide it down, his movements unhurried. The dress piles at your feet as you step out of it, now only in a delicate lingerie set and heels.

He leans back slightly, his eyes sweeping over you, his lips parting just enough to betray his awe as his gaze travels slowly, lingering on the delicate lace framing your breasts. Then his eyes lower to the curve of your hips accentuated by the soft lines of your panties tracing your skin.

“Take them off,” he orders, his voice low and steady as you follow his command.

Your hands move to the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly as his eyes track your every movement. The lace slips to the floor, leaving your lower half completely exposed under his watchful eyes. The way he bites his lip as he takes you in sends a thrill through you, his gaze heavy with unspoken desire.

He leans forward, his hands brushing over your the curve breasts before moving to the clasp of your bra. His touch is careful and unhurried as he unclasps it with practiced ease. He slips the straps down your shoulders his lips curling into a faint smirk as the lace drops, leaving you naked in only your heels.

The London skyline glitters behind him, a stunning backdrop to his sharp designer outfit and piercing blue eyes.

He lowers himself casually, sitting back on the plush arm chair. His long legs spread slightly as he rests one ankle over the opposite knee, exuding effortless dominance.

Your gaze drifts down, catching on his boots, the sleek, polished leather with a heeled edge adding to his commanding presence.

The subtle lift of his ankle, shows the heel with an elegance that is both striking and undeniably masculine, a perfect blend of poise and power that captivates you completely.

He notices your fascination, his sharp eyes catching the way your focus lingers. A knowing grin spreads across his lips “Do you like them?” he asks, his smooth tone making your pulse quicken as you nod.

“Come here,” he says softly, his voice low but laced with authority.

You immediately step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. His gaze never leaves yours, as he leans forward slightly.

He reaches for your hand, guiding you down until you straddle his heeled boot, the leather pressing against you in the most maddening way.

“Show me how much you like them” he says, his voice heavy with intent.

Your cheeks burn from his request, but the desire in his eyes makes you move without hesitation, slowly rocking against the ankle of his boot, the friction of the leather sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Good girl,” he encourages , watching you intently. You place your hands on his thighs and his hands move to the armrests, making no attempt to touch you.

His eyes instead flick to where your body moves against his heeled boot, his lips curling into a faint smile as he leans back slightly, watching you glide against the smooth leather with unrelenting focus. “That’s it —work for it,” he urges, his voice teasing and commanding all at once.

A soft moan escapes your lips as your movements become more desperate feeling the pressure builds against your clit.

His eyes watch every shift of your body as you revel in the maddening friction the thrill sending a rush of heat through your core.

The way he sits, calm and in control, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk, only heightens your shameless pleasure, the weight of his attention making you burn with desire and exhilaration.

Every sound you make, every subtle movement, is a silent exchange—he enjoys this—enjoys seeing you like this, so undone so willing, surrendering completely for him.

“Come for me” he requests, his voice deceptively soft, laced with wicked intent. His gaze is locked onto yours, his hands remaining on the armrests, giving you no relief.

You whimper, your hips grinding harder against the smooth leather of his boot, desperate for release.

He shifts his ankle, the movement deliberate, the slick leather catching your clit perfectly. A jolt of pleasure surges through you, pushing you over the brink, and you gasp, trembling under the pressure.

The tension inside you snaps then, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you cry out, your body riding uncontrollably against the now slicked leather of his boot. His gaze remains fixed on you, possessive and filled with pride, as if every moment of your surrender is exactly what he wants.

You slump forward, breathless and trembling, and he catches your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

The atmosphere fills with raw tension as he leans back in his chair, his eyes locked on you, still straddling his heeled boot.

He shifts slightly, one hand moving to the zipper of his slacks. The sound cuts through the quiet room, impossibly loud in the tension-filled air. His piercing gaze never wavers as he frees his cock, thick and hard standing proudly in his lap.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sheer size of him.

“Look at it,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative, each word heavy with intent. “I want to hear every filthy thought in that beautiful head of yours.”

His cock is stunningly perfect, thick and hard, the head flushed a deep, tantalizing shade of pink. The veins trace along his shaft, emphasizing the raw, masculine beauty of a pretty cock, each detail almost too much to take in, the sheer size of it making your pulse quicken as your thighs clench instinctively.

“You’re… you’re perfect,” you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire. “So big, so—”

“Don’t stop,” he interrupts, uncrossing his legs making you rest on your knees as his fingers weave through your hair. His grip is steady and commanding as he guides your face to his cock.

You’re practically panting, your words tumbling out between shallow breaths. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.”

His lips curl into a wicked grin, his hand gripping your hair with a possessiveness that makes you weak. “Good girl,” he rasps, his tone rough and approving. “Show me how much you want it.”

He presses your face down gently, your lips grazing the heated tip of his cock before slowly taking him all the way in to your mouth. He groans softly, the sound low and raw, reverberating through your entire body making your heart race.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his voice strained but still in control, each word sending a thrill down your spine. His free hand trails along your jaw, his fingers brushing your skin with surprising tenderness in contrast to the intensity in which he guides your head up and down on his cock.

“You’re —…doing so well for me,” he praises, his voice needy and deep, spurring you on as your pace quickens on his cock gliding in and out of your mouth.

He groans again, his thumb brushing over your cheek as his head tilts back, his jaw tight. “So good,” he breathes, his voice trembling with awe and restraint.

The vibration of your moans against him send a shudder through his body as his hand tangles in your hair tigher.

He pulls you off slowly, his cock hard and slick, the evidence of his arousal making your core clench with anticipation. His chest rises and falls as he bites his lip, his muscles taut with control. His piercing gaze finds yours again, the command in his eyes unmistakable.

“Climb on top of me,” he demands, his voice low and ragged, a primal need laced in his tone.

You obey, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddle his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders for balance.

His head dips forward slightly, his lip caught between his teeth as his hands grip your thighs and he lines himself up. With a deliberate push, he thrusts inside your slickness as he guides you down on him.

You moan as his cock spreads you wide, and his head falls his back with a commanding ease as his hands pull you down onto him. He pushes into you inch by inch until your bodies are fully pressed together.

The sensation is intoxicating, the sharp edge of pain dissolving into an overwhelming pleasure that takes your breath away.

“You feel that?” he pants, his voice rough and dripping with desire as he nudges the tip of his cock to the deepest part of you

“Im so hard for you.” He breathes his hands trailing up your sides slowly, almost reverently. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “…-What you’ve been thinking about me all night. I want to hear every word.”

“Y-you’re incredible,” you stammer, your voice trembling as his grip on your waist tightens, urging you to move. “So gorgeous, so perfect, I—”

“Go on,” he urges his hands guiding your movements up and down, making you feel every inch of him. “I want to hear it all. Every thought, every feeling.” He pants.

“You’re everything,” you gasp, your head tipping back as the sensation consumes you. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Austin. I can’t get enough.”

His hand slides up your back, his fingers pressing between your shoulder blades as he pulls you closer, his lips grazing your neck. “Say your mine ,” he breathes his voice possessive.

“I’m yours,” you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as your body trembles.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice low and rough. His lips trail along the swell of your breasts before closing around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.

The wet heat of his mouth makes your back arch, a soft cry escaping your lips as the sensation sends shockwaves through your body.

He sucks harder, his tongue swirling in deliberate, teasing motions that make your thighs tremble. The way his hips meet yours, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.

Your body reacts instinctively, clenching tightly around him as his teeth graze lightly against your nipple, sending you spiraling over the edge. A loud, unrestrained moan escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes through you, your walls fluttering around his cock with uncontrollable force.

He groans against your breast, the vibration of his voice only heightening the sensation, his hips pressing harder as he rides out your climax, never breaking the perfect rhythm that keeps you trembling in his arms.

His head falls back, as he begins to climax his lips parting as his chest heaves with labored breaths.

His flushed face and soft breaths are a picture of raw ecstasy, every strained gasp highlighting the intensity of his pleasure.

As his release overtakes him, he groans low and raw, the sound reverberating through your entire body.

You feel the throbbing of his cock deep inside you as it pulses, his length twitching as hot streams spill into you, the heat and rhythm sending shivers up your spine.

The sight of him utterly undone, consumed by pleasure pushes you over the edge all over again.

A cry escapes your lips as your body clenches around him, trembling with a third release that leaves you breathless.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him, the flush of his cheeks, the way his hands grip your waist, holding you tightly he could never get enough of you.

You love seeing him like this—vulnerable in pleasure, the raw intensity of his climax a testament to how deeply he needs you. The shared ecstasy lingers, leaving both of you panting and utterly consumed with each other.

You rest against him, your hands wrapped around his shoulder as he pants against your neck, his breaths warm and uneven. Your bodies remain locked together as the city lights glitter behind you, casting a soft glow over the room.

His lips brush against your collarbone, soft and lingering, as he murmurs, “You’re everything I’ll ever need.”

A smile spreads across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you whisper, “And you’re everything I’ll ever want.”

👠 END 👠

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[daisynik7]

Nanami relishes the days leading up to vacation almost as much as the vacation itself. 

The two of you are going on a little weekend getaway at an all-inclusive resort, nothing extravagant, but as always, still special. You’ve both had a rough few weeks at work, so to say you’re excited is an understatement. 

Your husband is definitely the type to prepare for the trip days in advanced. He’s already made it known to everyone in the office that he’ll be offline and not at all available to contact as soon as it’s Friday. He’s got his automatic replies already set and scheduled, his calendar marked, the signature in his email updated with his time off, even a big note in all caps on his cubicle whiteboard saying OUT OF OFFICE FRIDAY. He takes care of his meetings early in the week, finishes his tasks by Wednesday, and on Thursday, he’s already checked out. As soon as it’s 5:00 PM, he’s out of his seat, rushing towards the subway.

At home, the packing starts Monday. Little by little, he folds his laundry, neatly tucking it inside his luggage. Fresh pairs of underwear, plenty in case of emergencies. Outfits for each day, casual for poolside, semi-formal for dinners and dancing. Nanami enjoys packing because it means the trip is getting closer and closer. Plus, he adores seeing the clothes you plan to wear for him this weekend, especially that sexy black dress and the skimpy little swimsuit you want to lounge in by the pool. 

When he’s home on Thursday, vacation mode turned all the way on, he’s giddy and silly with glee. “Hello, my love,” he says, sliding his hands around your waist, greeting you with a loud smooch on the cheek as you prepare dinner. He smiles against your skin, snuggling you into a warm embrace.

You giggle, giving him a kiss on the lips. He slips his tongue inside you, swirling it with yours, fingers toying with the elastic of your sweatpants. “Honey,” you whine into his mouth, turning the burner off the stove, chicken stir fry left to sizzle in the hot pan, soon to be abandoned and forgotten. 

“Can you give me a little preview for this weekend? Please sweetheart?” he purrs, grinding himself against you, his cock hard between your ass cheeks. His breath is hot on your ear, thumbs hooked on your waistband, shimmying them down little by little until it falls on its own, pooled at your ankles. You slip your feet out of them, only in your panties now from below the waist, succumbing to desire. 

He takes you on the couch, making you model the black dress he absolutely loves so so much. He bunches the hem into his fists, hoisting it up to your breasts, watching you ride his cock exactly the way you will in the hotel room this weekend, moaning his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear just how fucking good you are for him. “That’s it. That’s my pretty girl. Always riding this cock like a fucking slut.” His thumb is pressed firmly to your clit, massaging slow circles around it, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, quickly approaching your orgasm. When you come for him, he smirks all cocky like, knowing it’s all for him. 

He lays down on the couch, beckoning you to straddle his face, tongue ready to lick all your juices off. It’s loud as he slurps on your swollen bud, so wet with your slick and his spit smeared over it. His hips buck into the air, cock bobbing against his abdomen with each thrust, a string of precum webbed at the tip. You readjust yourself so that you’re in the proper position to 69, rocking yourself against his open mouth while you lean over him, swallowing his dick into yours. His cockhead bottoms out into the back of your throat, and you gulp him down, caressing his balls in your hand while you stroke him with your lips, coating him in your saliva. He waits until you come once more before he does, guzzling his hot load until no more shoots out. 

It doesn’t end here, though. He won’t be able to sleep tonight until he knows exactly what you look like in that slutty swimsuit of yours. So, he fucks you in the bedroom this time, gripping the bikini to the side, watching with a satisfied smirk as he disappears inside you with each pump of his cock. He’ll feel much better with you wearing this knowing he’s the only one who gets to fuck you in it. 

~~~

Sunday morning, Nanami wakes up, absolutely dreading check-out after such an amazing stay. He turns to face you, cupping your cheek lovingly, trying to think of any way to prolong this trip. So, he does something a little naughty. He sneaks off to the hotel lobby, books the hotel for just one more night, and sets a reminder for himself to call in sick for tomorrow. He’s not quite ready to turn vacation mode off.  

[specialgradefckr]

I'm curious about your last fic, if reader asked Suguru to break up with Satoru and never talk to him again, would he do it?. My other question is how would they react if reader just moved out one day without telling them anything?

(the fic in question: yandere!satosugu/reader)

hehehe what a fun question! i don't have any super concrete plans right now but asks like this really get me thinking!

would suguru dump satoru and go no contact?

nope. suguru is a MASTER manipulator. he would never let his relationship with you get to that point.

he would, in fact, send satoru to straight-up seduce you if he thought you were ready to make such a demand.

in the fic, you're crushing on suguru but you're still deeply attracted to satoru.

other than that, suguru and satoru would definitely find it hot if you tried to drive a wedge between them or limit their time together. they're both enchanted that you're so jealous, but i think satoru would also really like the "forbidden love" angle.

he's having secret little rendez-vous with suguru, who's trying to manage your feelings so he pushes him away and that absolutely tickles satoru. he might get a cnc kink out of it.

or just dubcon suguru outright, the way a man in a mutual relationship might dubcon a fully willing victorian lady who feels great social pressure to put on an air of reluctance.

they'll spend some time cozying up to you. mostly satoru, if you've come to want to push him away so much. you should remember you like him, too!

what if you just rage quit?

stalking time! but also once again, i think suguru is very in tune with your emotional state, and he'd likely take some kind of action before it got to that point.

you'd also have to be VERY quick. maybe arrange it at a time when they're both out.

suguru would find you almost instantly, and absolutely turn on the waterworks... pressure your many mutual friends and family (childhood friend, remember?)...

asking what he did wrong in so many mournful tones. why didn't you say something if it was so bad, just acting completely innocent when you call him out on his manipulative behavior.

gaslight gatekeep girlboss. you go suguru.

satoru's taking a more practical approach though. he shows up at your house, (skimpy) clothes disheveled, covered in bruises and scrapes, lip bleeding, tears in his eyes.

he'd spin some story about he and suguru had a fight/broke up and he went out, got drunk, got in a fight at a bar and now he can't go back to suguru looking like this, please...

he's in some kind of super slutty outfit too. crop tops, boob windows, shorts short enough for you to ride his thigh in.

and yeah he'll basically do whatever he can to get you to sleep with him. act all pitiful and pathetic. literally anything to get you tangled up back in their relationship again. he'd be sooooo smug about it to suguru, too XD

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Naughty Little Elf

requested?: no pairing(s): Drew Starkey x afab!reader genre: smut warning(s): orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (put at least a scarf on it guys, c'mon, dont want it freezing off), breeding kink, drew having to leave on christmas day to go film (sad, i know), reader is giving housewife icl, light choking, spanking summary: 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦 word count: 1.7k a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you all had an absolutely amazing christmas wherever you were in the world, i know i will because i was so so so excited for christmas! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (p.s. i know this is out so late, it may as well be a new years gift, but i completely forgot about it and plus i had writers block for the best part of the while i was off)

being famous was tough. especially around christmas. but your boyfriend, drew, tried everything he could to make the holidays work. he had to film a lot, and that meant having to leave for a day to get some filming done on christmas eve and a couple hours on christmas.

he wasn’t gone all day on christmas, only a couple hours. you both woke up next to each other on the morning and went into the living room to open gifts you had gotten each other and gifts that your parents, family and friends had delivered to your home. breakfast was also fun, you both had a few laughs and then showered together. then drew had to leave for filming, so you had the house to yourself for a while.

you didn’t think that on christmas day drew would have to leave the house to film, so you bought an outfit. an elf outfit. but it was a lot more slutty than just a normal elf outfit. it was red and green, like the traditional elf outfits, but it had a lot of cleavage with lace going down the v-cut. it didn’t leave much to the imagination. and it only went down to around mid-thigh with a fluffy bit on the end of the skirt.

you also wore some red stockings along with some green heels with red bottoms, and began going around the house. you send pictures to drew as you went, showing you in the elf outfit, cleaning up the wrapping paper and the gifts that were strewn all over the living room floor. drew only replied to your last photo which was sent right as he was about to leave the set to come back home for dinner with a ‘naughty little elf’. you giggled to yourself before setting the table.

you started preparing the christmas dinner you had made, sorting out the vegetables that you had prepped the night before, and got the turkey out of the oven. you heard the front door open and drew call out.

“kitchen” you called back, hearing him taking his shoes and coat off before padding to the kitchen in his socks.

you turned around and saw him stood in the doorway, he made a small whistle sound as he looked you up and down. you smiled softly, plating up the dinner, asking him if he wanted gravy, he just walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck slightly

“fuck the food, i want you” he whispered in your eat softly. you turned around with a smirk on your face. “bend over the counter, i wanna eat that pretty pussy of yours before fucking you likr the naughty little slut you are”

you immediately did as you were told, moving to a clean counter and bending over it. your dress rode up until your ass was on display, you weren’t wearing any panties, obviously. behind you, you heard drew let out a breath. your pussy was soaking, your wetness dripping down your thighs, begging to be touched.

it didn’t take long before drew was kneeling behind you, pulling your thighs apart to get a good view of your dripping pussy. he then attached his lips onto your clit straight away, sucking and licking as you moaned lewdly, trying to grip onto anything you could to give yourself at least a bit of leverage and to ground you from the mind blowing pleasure.

it hadn’t been long since you and drew last had sex, but it certainly hadn’t been a short time either, but the way he was sucking and licking at your pussy had you whimpering and moaning in a way only drew could get you. you kept on whimpering as your pussy was attacked by kitten licks, sucks and occasionally soft bites.

it didn’t take long before he had you at the brink of an orgasm, the burn in your stomach burning brighter and brighter until the knot forming threatened to snap. your moans started to get more breathless and desperate, a telltale sign to drew that you were close. but then all of your pleasure was taken away as fast as it came. drew wiped his mouth and stood up.

“not comin’ yet, you hear me slut?” drew said harshly, you could only let out a small whimper in response, but drew landed a harsh slap to your pussy in response. you jolted forwards and let out a moan at the feeling, the burn simmering away. “you’re gonna count how many i give you, and if you get it right, i’ll let you come, yeah? sound good my little whore?”

you tried your hardest to talk, but no words came out, so instead you just nodded which landed you another harsh slap to your pussy.

“count, whore” he orders simply, but you knew it had a lot behind it. it was forceful, so you counted.

“one” you said softly.

“good girl” he cooed in your ear softly.

he landed another three slaps on your pussy and made you count a little after, allowing the burn on your clit to simmer away until he replaced it by another harsh smack. it felt good, so good that you were whimpering and moaning before you counted, but it was so damn good you could barely even help it anymore, they just slipped out.

he finished it off with another three slaps and left you there for a little while. the slaps were far enough apart that they wouldn’t make you come, but they weren’t that far apart that you couldn’t still feel the burn of the last while getting the next one.

but drew was proud of you for managing to keep up with counting, so he got back on his knees to come face to face with your neglected and puffy clit. you whimpered when you felt him flick it softly. the burn of the slaps quickly faded when you felt hid tongue flatten against your pussy and lick a stripe up. he then went back down and sucked on your clit a few times, eliciting the most delicious moans and whimpers from you there could ever be.

you could quickly feel your orgasm approaching again, warning drew through moans and pants, he knew you were close. he kept you going until you were right on the brink of an orgasm before pulling his mouth away and sitting back on his knees, wiping his mouth again.

he stood up and smacked your arse, making you jolt forwards.

“i said you could come, but i didn’t say you could come on my tongue” he said softly, you could hear the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, followed by clothes before he pushed inside of you.

“fuck-“ you almost scream, it was so fast that you barely had time to adjust to him before he was grabbing your hips, pulling his cock out of you before slamming back into you.

he reached forwards and pulled down the lace of the top of the outfit down and letting your tits spill out, he massaged and pinched at your nipple, mostly massaging them to keep you in place while he pistoled his hips in and out of you. his pace was harsh and fast as he wanted to try his hardest to bring you to edge as fast as he possibly could.

you were helplessly moaning as he pulled you up by the hair so his chest was to your back. you threw your head back on his shoulder as he kept thrusting into you, hitting all the right spots in your tiny little pussy.

“turn around, don’t let me slip out” he says into your neck as he was leaving more marks on you.

“what?” you ask softly, it hadn’t registered in your fucked out brain what he was asking you to do. he let out a soft growl and flipped you over himself, making sure his cock never left the softness of your fucked out pussy.

you moaned at the new position, your legs were now wrapped around his waist, he was holding you against the counter and sucking and biting at your neck, making a ton of marks.

you could feel his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over again, which made you feel like you were about to come all over his cock with each and every thrust. your nails were digging into his shoulders, making him look up at you and smirk, taking in your fucked out expression. he chuckled as he realised just how close to coming you actually were.

your expression, however, spurred him on more than ever, making his hips fuck into you with a renowned pace, making you feel like you were about to come. the coil in your stomach was slowly starting to tighten. you let him know you were about to come through pathetic whimpers and moans.

“oh i know” he cooed “feels so good huh? just want to come all over my cock huh? wanna have every drop of my cum inside of this pretty little pussy just to show that you’re mine huh? want me to get you pregnant you fucking bitch?” you couldn’t do much but whimper in response, he knew that was a yes, but he still wanted you to say it, so he reached behind where he was holding your thigh and smacked your arse harshly, making you yelp.

“i do! i want your cum inside of me- oh god- fuck- get me pregnant like the little slut i am” you moan out shamelessly.

and that’s when the coil snapped. your liquids dripped from your pussy to his balls. your walls that were already tight clamped around his length, making him groan. it was only a few more thrusts before you felt him spill his cum inside of you. but he didn’t stop, he pumped himself inside of you a couple more times before pulling out entirely.

he set you back down on the floor gently, keeping his arm around your waist to keep you standing due to your shaking legs. you both quickly got washed and went back downstairs, warming your dinner up in the microwave before sitting down and beginning to eat.

best. christmas. ever.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Obsessed with Homelander

Y/N wanted to fuck Homelander so bad, it was pathetic. The others were very confused on why anyone would wanna fuck him, given the things he’s done and how he acts. Did Y/N even know the things he’s done? They wouldn’t put it past her given how dumb she was at times. 

There was a meeting that the seven were having that was kind of important. It was about the Supe Terrorists and how they needed to stop em’. Homelander was ranting on about it and Y/N just stared at him like he was the whole world to her. He was to her and himself. “You’re so beautiful.” She accidentally blurted out. She looked around and the others stared at her with a weird look. “When I’m talking, no one else is to be.” He said with anger. “Sorry, Daddy.” She said and looked down at her lap. The others’ weird looks didn’t go away. Homelander looked at the girl with wide eyes. 

Y/N would constantly bring him gifts. (Food, Milk) She knew that he had a milk obsession but it wasn’t because she stalked him…or anything. She handed him the gallon of Milk with a smile. He took it from her, very confused on how she knew that he loved Milk. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You know..If you make me a mommy you could have milk anytime you wanted.” His face got so red after that. He hated that she would say stuff like that to him before meetings. 

On Halloween Y/N would dress up like him, just to impress him. Though she went the more skankier route. She had a very sexy two piece with a cape, boots and gloves. It was his exact outfit, just a slutty version. His jaw dropped as he saw her walking around Vought like that. She wasn’t in her costume but was in one that resembled his. She walked up to him. “You know..If you fuck me right now, you’d basically be fucking yourself just as a woman.” She winked. 

Starlight and Maeve tried telling her that Homelander was dangerous and that she did in fact not want to fuck him. It wasn’t a good idea. She didn’t listen and ended up sending him pictures of herself nude just to see if that would get his attention. He did but it also made everything a lot worse. “Y/N i’m flattered that you have an obsession with me, really I am. But you can’t send me nude pictures of yourself and whisper dirty things in my ear.” He would tell her. He lied to her and told her he doesn’t fuck other members of the seven. She said she would leave but he told her No.

Stormfront came along and Y/N realized that he was lying to her. She felt hurt and sad that he couldn’t just tell her No but lie to her instead. What did Stormfront have that she didn’t? Stormfront knew that Y/N had an obsession with him, thanks to Homelander and always had to tease her or show off the fact that Homelander wanted her more. Y/N watched as Stormfront would kiss him and basically fuck him right infront of her. She would just storm away, mad. Stormfront would smirk.

Homelander noticed that Y/N was quiet during meetings and didn’t hit on him. He was confused and definitely missed it. She barely even looked at him which annoyed him. He realized that he liked having her all over him and hated that she wasn’t. He would roll his eyes anytime StormFront tried to rub whatever they had in her face. “Stop doing that.” He would tell her. “The poor girl gets it.” StormFront was offended. “What, Do you like her or something?” StormFront asked him. He didn’t answer her, causing her to go away. 

When all the nazi shit about StormFront came out and the girls teamed up on her, Y/N really kicked her ass. She didn’t like the bitch from the start. Homelander saw that Y/N was using all her powers and abilities on StormFront. She really didn’t hold back. “You got some nerve.” He growled at her. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh my god Homelander, I’m right here waiting for you, always have been. You don’t need that Nazi loving skank. I’ve been here the whole time.” She would yell back at him. 

His hips pounded into hers, not caring who walked in. She was so loud, her moans and whines were so loud but he loved it. His name fell off her lips over and over again. “I’ve waited so long for this moment.” She whined. “Just to have you inside of me.” He could cum at what she was saying to him. Having someone actually obsessed with him and want him in every way shape or form was great. He was moaning himself at her tight pussy squeezing him. “I love the way you treat me like i’m your world. It’s so hot.” He whined. “You are my world, John. Always have been, always will be.” She moaned. Her calling him by his real name was so hot and making him twitch. “I want you to cum for me John. I want you to fill me up and make me carry your baby.” She managed to say to him. He whined and groaned as he came. She came right after, moaning his name. “Just so you know, you’re mine now.” He whispered in her ear. “I’ve always been yours, John.”

[adams-angels]

Hello dear writer! Whenever you have time would you consider doing a fluff and maybe smut piece about how Adam would be on a restaurant date? I’m so curious how he would act since they didn’t have dates when he was alive a trillion billion million years ago.

And Valentine’s Day has me way up in the feels 🥹

Thank you bebe 🩵

A bit late for Valentine's day but better late than never babes 😎 this was longer than I was expecting 🫢

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Valentines

It's been a while since Adams been on a "date" if you could even call it that. The last "date" he had was with Eve in the Garden of Eden. So... Yeah. A while might be an understatement. He also hated the day. Like many holidays. Why should SaInT vAlEnTiNe get a whole holiday after him?! Adam is the ORIGINAL dick. If anything there should be a holiday celebrated for HIM. But, whatever. You were into it. And he was into you.

He was so nervous when he asked you out for Valentine's day. He waited until last minute before finally getting the courage to ask. Ten o'clock at night he frantically knocked at your door. You hurried to answer, the panic filled your body at the knocking. It was desperate, like someone needed help. When you opened the door and saw a panting Adam you were confused. Was he hurt? Before you could say anything he put his hand up to your face signaling you to not speak as he caught his breath. It was odd why he was out of breath. He flies everywhere. Did he run? "Be- huff- will you- jesus, fuck- pant-" his hand were on his knees as he choked on his breath. "Ada-" hand in your face. Rude. He straightened himself out, at least as much as he could in the small apartment hallway. The apartment was made for smaller Winners not 8 foot Giants like Adam. "Be my Valentine?" He panted out. Of course you said yes! What can you say? You've been crushing on him for, like, ever! You never picked up that he likes you back. Even though he was never subtle. "Cool- pant- text you the deetz." He shot you some finger guns before leaving.

So now it's Valentine's day! 💘 Cupid's shot his arrow and hit you. You're feeling fun, flirty, and feisty. You put on your cutest outfit and checked yourself in the mirror. Is cute what you're going for? It's your first date. But it is Valentine's day. You don't wanna be prudish. You change into something a bit more revealing and again checked yourself. This might be a bit too sexy.. slutty even! You don't want to give the impression that you put out of the first day! Even if you do. No. This needs to be perfect. You think to yourself... "I bet Adam isn't having this much trouble."

You weren't wrong. Adam was much more relaxed. Too relaxed. Why would he be nervous? He's the man. In fact he was out right now looking at new guitars. When he left the store he saw Valentine, surrounded by his Cupid's. "Augh." Adam grunted, not wanting to interact with the Saint. "Adam!" Shit. "A little birdy told me you've got a Valentine's this year. It's been what? Centuries?" Valentine laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, then glared at him. "Yeah? So what? I figured it's a good way to get free pussy." Adam shrugged as a cocky grin formed on his face. The Cupid angels surrounding Saint Valentine cringed. "Oh, Adam. Come now! This is a holiday of love and romance. Not cheap pickups!" The man placed a hand on Adam shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. "So, are you going anywhere special? Have you bought the lucky angel flowers? Chocolates? A gift of adoration?" "Uh.. what?" "You haven't bought them anything have you?" The man laughed, putting his hand on Adams shoulder again pulling Adam closer. "Good luck getting fucked, playboy." He hissed with a wicked smirk. Valentine released Adams shoulder laughing. "Happy Valentine's days!" He said before flying away with his cupids. "Motherfucker!" Adam's flew off to the nearest store to get you some flowers.

When he arrived the flower section was bare. Maybe one half dead rose. "What the hell?" He flew all over the store looking for anything Valentines related. "No, no, no!" He stopped in one of the aisles before finding worker. "Hey! Where the fuck is the stuff?" "S-stuff, sir?" Adam gestures around the store. "You know! The fucking Valentines shit! Where is it?!" The poor retail worker fretted telling him there was nothing left. "V-valentines day is o-one of the most popular days of the year sir... There's nothing left.." "NOTHING LEFT?!?!" Adam yelled. His voice booming around the store causing shelfs to shake knocking almost everything off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING LEFT?! I NEED SOMETHING FOR TONIGHT!!!" "I - I'm sorry, sir!" The poor angels voice shuddered. Adam groaned, balling his hands into fists. He was about to leave before he noticed a bottle of soda that hadn't fallen. He pushed it off the shelf for good measure before storming out of the store.

He wasn't going to spend all day looking for shit of this shitty holiday. He hated it. This was dumb! He's gift enough. Still, he takes his phone and texts Lute

"URGENT! flowers! Plz get 4 me thx dngrtits"

That'll do. He heads home to get ready for your date.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

The time comes and Adam is waiting outside of your apartment building, he's not walking up all those stairs again. He was feeling cool. Calm. Collected. Until he saw you. His hands started getting clammy, his heat racing. You look so pretty. You of course found the prefect in-between of cute and sexy for your outfit. "Heeey, you could of made an effort." He joked. You frowned. You thought you did well. He clears his throat. "Let's go." He wiped his hands on his robe before taking flight with you following after.

You both arrived at the restaurant. Neither of you stop on the way. It was awkward. He walked in first, he didn't hold the door open for you. Rude. Once inside you noticed the restaurant was jam packed. Adam also noticed this and froze. "Good thing you booked, right?" You said, playfully, hoping to break some tension. "Uh... Yeah... Wait here, surgartits." He walked over to the host. "I need a table for two." The host scoffed. "Yeah, sure. We've got one available tomorrow." Adam was fuming. This was all going wrong. This can't go wrong. "Do you fucking know who I am?!" He raised his voice. "I'm fucking ADAM! I'm the fucking man! And I want a damn table!" You walk over. "Adam?" "What, bitch!? Fuck! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm getting us a table!" He yelled at you. No. Nope. You're too good to be yelled at. This was meant to be fun. Fuck this. You put your hands in the air. "Nope. I'm out." You turn on your heels and exit the restaurant. "Wait- no, y/n." He looks as you exit then back at the host. "I'll ruin your fucking life, cunt." He hissed before flying out of the restaurant.

He looks around and you were no where to be seen. "Fast fucker. AUGH!!!" He stomped his foot covering his face with his hands. If he wasn't wearing his mask he'd be pulling his hair.

You got yourself home. Fucking shit day. Dumb idea. You don't even know why he asked you. The whole thing was dumb. Everything about it was dumb. You collapse onto the couch, sulking. It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door. Adam you suspect. You roll your eyes before peeling yourself off the couch. Opening the door you see Lute. Huh. "Uh.. hi?" "Adam requests your presents. Put on this blind fold." She hands you a blindfold. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. She never does. You groan, knowing she won't leave until you do it so whatever. You put the blindfold on and lute takes your wrist and flies off with you ragdolling.

Once your feet touch the ground she lets go of your wrist. Leaving you there blindfolded. "Uh.. you can take that off now." You do, to see a candle lit picnic layed out. It was adorable, there were fairy lights on the trees. Adam stood there, awkwardly, with a bunch of your favourite flowers. How did he know? Lute. "Uh. Surprise.." he handed you the flowers. "Sorry, about the restaurant. Fucking idiots double booked or something.. I don't know." He shrugged. You know it wasn't true. He didn't book, you know that. But you smiled. "Thank you, Adam. This is much nicer." He smiled and stretched. "Well, what can I say? I know what I'm doing."

You sat on the blanket, Adam did also and popped open a bottle of champagne. "I got the good stuff." You smile at the gesture although you always thought champagne tasted disgusting. He got all the good stuff, strawberries and chocolates. Cheese board. Cute little cakes. "This is all very well thought out. How did you get this so quickly?" You asked. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm just that good, babe." Lute. This was more his style anyway. Outside, under the stars. It reminded him of the Garden.

"so, this was fun." He rubbed the palm of his hands on his knees. "I'd much rather not do this Valentine's bullshit though. Maybe next time we can just... Do it whenever?" "I'd like that. Although, this Valentine's day has turned out pretty perfect." You smile. "Well. I am perfect so." He smirks at you. You don't want to stroke his ego anymore than you already have. You roll your eyes before quickly giving him a peck on the lips. "you're alright, I suppose." You took his sweaty hand in yours and led down, he followed. You both watched the stars in silence. He'd gently squeeze your hand every now and then, you'd squeeze back.

"Happy valentine's, Y/N."

"Happy valentine's, Adam."

[dark-l-angel]

could you do both dick and jason when they see you in a really hot outfit but you got to go out with a friend without them

Ooh, i like where this is going 😏

More under the cut + one shot *highlights?

Dick would be upset that you left without him, you were able to take him but bruce had other plans for him nightwing duty, tho he'll keep checking on you through texting, then you sent a pic *elevator selfie/bathroom mirror for example*.. no answer for a while.. until he finally sends "have a fun time <3".

He would get jealous but not as much as jason..

he'll get angry yea.. you'll be faced with silent treatment.. he'll cool down after some apologies and kisses, but that doesn't mean he'll fully forgive you.. means it'll be a long night for the two of you 😉

It's like reassurance that you belong to him

"Sorry dickie, didn't mean to piss you off.." you said, guilty crystal clear in your voice.

"It's fine but, promise to be careful next time, what if a creep tried to land his hands on your body? And i wouldn't be there to even protect you.. a hero who protect Bludhaven but can't protect his angel?" He said with a sad face

You caressed his face, effected by him worrying ab you.. "sorry for putting you in such situation.. *kiss* will you forgive me now?"

"Mmm.. No.."he answered, blue eyes staring deep into yours as he caressed your face gently "allow me to be greedy for you~" whispered while his other hand sneaked under your clothes "then i probably might think of your apology.." he smirked

Jason would not like the idea of you being away from him, and you dare thinking of leaving him alone to just go out with some pity friends? AND WITH SOME SLUTTY OUTFIT?! aww jealous boy >\\\\<

He's going to worry about your safety firstly.. his brain would run a miles per mins.. what if some fucking drunk dude had his eyes on you?! *he'll pluck them out* or what if a mob dog was stalking you around?!.. you fell into a trouble? GOT HIT BY A FUCKING CAR OR SMTH?! then once he knows that you're safe, he's going to think of your clothes.. now it's your turn to worry..

Anyway.. you'll enter the house to find jason staring at you as if you were a prey.. chatting with him would be faced with cold answers.. right then he'll have you on your knees for him.. he will teach you a lesson in behaviors so next time you wouldn't make the same mistake again.. a lesson that'll get the neighbors complaining about the loud noises..

"My legs hurt.." you complained as jason was washing your body while kissing your shoulder.

"You shouldn't have worn that dress".

"My friends suggested wearing it but i didn't know that it would be so small on me.. thanks to someone who keep cooking for me and feeding me all the time.." you lay back to his chest.

"You looked perfect actually.. now that i realized it.. you gotta wear stuff like that around the house if you want to spice things up a bit.." he smiled before kissing your temple. "sorry if i got carried away earlier, you know i love you and I want you only for myself, right?"

"Not to worry, i had fun actually" you said while remembering the mess that happened earlier

"Up for round two?" He smirked.

I love both of them 💓 hope you like it 💜