#so I need. to tear them down. by being as filthy and self indulgent as possible

[keylimepieeeeee]

In terms of style and tone WB is more aligned with "commercially successful" or “mainstream” dark fantasy (whatever the heck that means anyway), but in reality you could probably call it "the author's thinly veiled fetish (for whump shit)" and on god i realized i need an outlet for being blatantly about that torture porn/whump shit after several years of hanging out with writers gunning for traditional publishing, agonizing over querying agents and comp titles and big 5 publishing houses and tying themselves into knots about "marketability" and all of that. i say this with the utmost love, but good lord. how exhausting. either way, I’ve got massive writers block and I’m really hoping that indulging in the core of the project - the backstory behind the scenes stuff I daydream about but never write down (until now!!!) - will help me get my ass drafting again

[slightlyunconventional]

i can't think of a title (pure filthy self-indulgent absolutely shameful fic. enjoy <3)

It’s a great interest - and daresay a pleasure - that Inej takes in watching a certain Barrel boss lose every ounce of control in his being. She’d never quite managed to put a finger on the feeling, that jolt of electricity every time he’d duck into a gloved fist with a silently perfect stifle, until one fateful evening some six months ago. As the last drops of hazy spring sun had shone through the window and a warm breeze gently rippled the curtains, Kaz had been deep within the grips of an unrelenting fit of his usual harsh hay-fever sneezes, and Inej had found herself absolutely transfixed. She’d simply stared in awe, heart pounding against her ribs, eyes tracing the fallen strands of his normally flawless hair, the stutter of his chest, the twitch and flare of his rapidly reddening nostrils. She couldn’t have moved even if she’d tried. Even after the dark-haired man had slumped back in his chair, panting, Inej could not find it in her to tear her eyes from him; she felt like lightning. Eventually, Kaz’s deep coffee eyes had looked up to find hers, and glinted for a split-second with something she didn’t quite recognise. The way he’d held her wide-eyed gaze felt like he was reading every inch of her - snatching at her secrets and her very deepest desires - and it seemed he’d figured her out already. Though, for once, Inej felt no shame in divulging herself to Kaz (despite having not said anything), but instead a kind of warmth. All that was between them was carefully constructed walls guarding his bare hands from finding hers; there could be no judgement, and she saw this in his eyes. He hadn’t spoken, but his gaze told her he didn’t mind. Kaz knew of many of her little quirks and tells already, after all - perhaps this was just another. Thus, with that accepting look in his dark eyes, began the pair’s favourite routine.

There’s never a set time or place for their meetings, really, just an overwhelming sense of desire for the other that draws them into the same room at the same time. Tonight, that room happens to be Kaz’s office - the very office in which Inej had refused to take her fascinated stare away from Kaz’s desperately sneezing self half a year back. A thousand images race through Inej’s mind, each laced with hot spikes of jarring electricity as she bathes in the thought of his slack features, and his quickening breaths, and his heaving chest, each intensifying tenfold right before he takes a final, deep gasp and pitches forward with sneeze after sneeze after sneeze. Admittedly, she is more than eager tonight. And that eagerness pushes her further than wanting to simply watch Kaz lose control; she wants to make it happen. Usually, their “meetings” involve Kaz inducing himself with whichever allergen Inej desires, while she sits before him, unable to do anything but watch in utter awe. Tonight, however, she wants to be the one to take away his dignity, to cause him to unravel where he’s sat. She’s almost giddy with the excitement of it. Kaz sits down at his desk, folds one leg over the other. 

“So, what tonight, Wraith?” he asks, calmly. Inej suppresses a giggle at his formalities. Such a personal affair yet he still insists on treating it as a business matter, she thinks. No business will be done after I’m finished with him, though.

However, Inej finds herself without an answer. As enticing as it is, the thought of burying Kaz’s perfect nose in a bouquet of wildflowers, or make him read aloud the dustiest book on his shelf, she finds herself wanting more. Inej desires nothing more than to be up close and personal seeing his dignity crumble from his nose outward. 

“Actually, I-” begins Inej, rocking slightly on her heels. 

“Yes, you can,” Kaz interrupts with the barest flicker of a smile. He’d known what she was going to say before she’d even said it. She nods silently and slips from the room to fetch what she needs. As Kaz had been speaking, Inej had come up with a most devilish idea - one that resides in a small wooden box beneath her bed. She smiles to herself as she lifts the box’s lid to reveal a selection of what she can only call trinkets, just an accumulation of odds and ends, one of which sticks out to her. It’s a slender feather, greyish in colour. She isn’t quite sure where she got it, or why she kept it, but it’s found its use now. Inej makes her way back to Kaz’s office, twirling the feather in her fingers. Once she gets there, she shuts and locks the door behind her and has to hold back a laugh at Kaz’s arched eyebrow as he regards the feather in her hand. 

“That’s what you’re going with?” he says sceptically. Inej nods. Kaz may be doubtful now, but Inej knows just how sensitive his nose is when it wants to be, and she’s got a feeling even the likes of a feather will have him a total wreck. 

She approaches him, feather still in hand, and positions herself between Kaz and the desk. She gestures toward the desktop behind her and asks, “May I?”

Kaz nods. Inej lifts herself up onto the desk and sits on it, gaining a vantage point with a perfect view of his face, all sharp angles and perfect structure. She aims to destroy that.

Leaning forward slightly, Inej says quietly, “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he murmurs in return. 

“Hold still,” she whispers. Inej extends the hand holding the feather out toward Kaz’s face, noting the way his gaze follows it intently. She gives herself one last look at his undisturbed face before deciding she can wait no longer, and gently inserts the very tip of the feather into the right side of his nose. His breath catches in a surprised gasp and he lets out a few irritated coughs, caught off guard by the feel of the feather. Instinctively, his hand lifts with the want to rub at his nose, but Inej shuts that down with a quiet but firm, “Hey.” 

The feather ventures further at Inej’s will. Kaz’s lips curl slightly. Inej watches as Kaz’s nostrils begin to widen, slowly, but surely, and she takes this as her cue to begin moving the feather in tiny circles within his nose. Another single breathy cough escapes him, though immediately followed by the smallest hitch of his breath.

“-hht–!”

Inej dares to guide the feather deeper, gaining her another hitching breath.

“hiihh–”

The feather continues its circling within Kaz’s right nostril. As it does so, his brows draw together ever so slightly and his nostrils flare - the smallest twitch of the rims, imperceptible to most but not to Inej. She takes it in with great pleasure. 

“It’s s-so…hh–! Oh, I think I’m g-hht! –gon-gonna sneitshh!” He struggles through his words, seemingly every syllable punctuated with an irritated hitch, before ending his sentence with a tiny sneeze, dreadfully itchy-sounding, that seems to burst out before he has time to gear up for a proper sneeze.

“Saints I’m sorrihHt–! ‘sshHh! –it won’t s- I ca-cahh’shhiew!” Two more of the same unsatisfying expulsions sneak between his words as he attempts an apology. Inej tilts her head in sympathy.

“Itchy, hm?” she says softly, “You sound like a kitten.” The glare Kaz tries to give her is thoroughly hidden behind the tickly haze of his expression. Inej ponders for a moment.

“Let’s try the other side. Maybe then we’ll get a real sneeze out of you,” she says, withdrawing the feather from his nose. His breath catches as she does so.

“hh’hiht–!” 

“Another?” asks Inej. Kaz hesitates, eyes narrowed, before relaxing his eyebrows and shaking his head with a nearly undetectable sigh. Nearly. 

“Aw, don’t be disappointed,” Inej teases, “I can tell you’ve still got a lot of sneezes left in that perfect nose of yours.” She winks at him, and definitely does not miss the faint flush that rises high in his cheeks. Kaz takes the few moments he has without something poking around in his nose to rub firmly at the now flushed-pink appendage and gives a series of irritated sniffles. 

“Ready for the other side?” asks Inej gently. Kaz shakes his head.

“Just give me– a sec-” he replies. Inej stares in fascination as he knuckles the right side of his nose, rather harshly, eyes pressed shut with the sensation. Saints, he is sensitive, isn’t he? she thinks. He looks back up at her with an experimental sniff. “...Alright. Go ahead.”

Inej doesn’t wait a second longer. She lifts the feather, now slick with moisture, and poises it just at the entrance of Kaz’s left nostril. She knows just how desperate he is for relief - those kittenish half-sneezes are sure to have done nothing to alleviate the itch in his nose - so she decides to drag it out for as long as possible. The feather begins its journey at the hand of Inej by tracing the rim of Kaz’s nostril with the barest touch. He scrunches his nose in repulsion to the sensation. His nostrils flare in protest, but that just gives Inej a larger circumference to trace with the feather. She slips the feather’s tip inside his nose just slightly, and resumes her circling of his flared nostril. Nothing seems to be happening, however; the sensation appears to be more irritating than tickly, not likely to tease a sneeze from him - so Inej ventures deeper with the feather. She traces it up and along the inner walls of his nose, apparently searching for something. As she drags the feather’s tip around, Kaz begins hitching rapidly, vocal intakes of breath in quick succession, too irritated to form a full gasp, and Inej knows she's found the spot. Kaz doesn’t sneeze yet, however. Inej suspects he’s holding off to at least try and avoid sneezing all over her hand, so, naturally, she guides the feather back over to Kaz’s newly-discovered sensitive spot and drags its tip over it, once again forming those small circles as she traces. His breath stutters again in staggered gasps, far more desperately this time around. 

“-hh’huh–! hh-hhihh’hiihh–!”

 Inej keeps the feather still, allowing herself to gaze at Kaz’s face as it gradually slackens against the building need to sneeze. It’s something she would stare at for the rest of her life if she could. It’s evident how hard he’s trying not to sneeze - either that, or the sensation isn’t quite enough to push him over the edge, so she gently pulls the feather from his nose, deliberately tracing the inside of his nostril as she withdraws it. Almost instantly, Kaz gasps in utter desperation, notes of his voice catching in the sharp inhale, making it vocal, somewhat akin to a moan. Inej can only watch in awe as he lifts a hand, weak, shaky, and lets it hover an inch or two from his face. His expression truly crumbles and he gives in to his twitching, sensitive nose. Inej’s eyes are wide as she gazes at him folding in on himself with a fittish burst of those itchy half-sneezes.

“-hihh’hhishhu! ‘ihschh!–hh’ishhsh! ‘ihshhuh!-sshhu! –heh’kisshh!”

The tiny, ticklish expulsions are doing nothing to relieve his nose, and even though Inej withdrew the feather, it’s clear that the sensitive spot in his left nostril still burns with a sharp tickle, evident by the way his eyes have welled up and his nostrils still twitch and flare. He pushes a gloved knuckle up to his nose, holding back the next fit of unsatisfactory sneezes so as to let his nose gear up for something a little more full. It looks as though Kaz has lost all sense of where he is due to being so enveloped in the imminent need to sneeze - and Inej is enraptured. Her seat atop his desk grants her an impeccable view of his face as his head tilts back. She can perfectly see his brows knitting together and his lashes fluttering, his widening nostrils and mouth hanging slightly open - it’s truly a sight to behold. She shifts where she’s sat, electricity coursing through her, stronger than ever. 

“-hh’hihh–haAH-hhaAHDt–!!” Three deep, staggered gasps escape him, his chest heaves. Kaz’s nose is practically twitching against his knuckle, simply begging for release, nostrils flared to their widest but still straining to flare further. Once he’s satisfied that his nose won’t retaliate with any more of those torturous, itchy, kittenish sneezes, he tentatively distances his hand from his nose and allows the burning tickle to take over him. The result is instantaneous - he pitches forward with a set of harsh sneezes, and Inej can tell they’re exactly the relief he needs from that dreadful itch settled in his nose.

“-haAH’ESCHHh! ‘KZZSCHHhuh! hhH’ESZZHHhiew! …hhah..hhiihH’HZSCHH’hue! ‘ISZZHHhiew!”

“Saints, what’s that? Five in a row?” Inej asks breathlessly.

Kaz looks back up at her, features twitching with need. “-hhah–! S-sihh! -hh’hiihh! SixXZSCHHhiew!” He sniffles, rather pathetically. “Six,” he finishes before slumping back in his chair. Inej stares at him in fascination.“Wow,” she says quietly, “Bless you.” She’s never seen him more dishevelled - hair fallen out of place, the dark strands hanging loose over his forehead, eyes watering, nose flushed scarlet - she thinks it’s gorgeous. Inej watches as Kaz closes his eyes, still panting as he recovers from the vicious fit. She wants nothing more than to restart the cycle, tease his nose all over again, maybe even bring in that perfume she knows he’s dreadfully allergic to, just to witness him fall apart again and explode with sneeze after desperate sneeze before her very eyes - and she might do just that.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Tough luck

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: this is self indulgent asf i'm not gonna lie to you. i've missed a few days cause i just couldn't write anything but i came back strong with this one

"Tough luck, Hongjoongie."

✫彡wordcount: 1.3k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, pegging, bratty&whiny hj, name calling(affectionately for the most part), light degradation, sucking a toy&toys in general, fingering, hair pulling, begging, spit as lube, slight dacryphilia, pet names

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You're gonna take whatever I put in your mouth," you speak lowly as you grab your boyfriends jaw, weighing him down to the end with your body. "Right, Joongie? Be good for me?"

"No." The brat. He couldn't be good if he wanted to, so he stopped trying a few months back and openly admitted to being your brat. "Want your pussy in my mouth." He tries to unstrap the toy from around you, grabbing at the buckles around your thighs blindly.

"Stop it!" You grab his wrists and pin them by his head. Admittedly, he could get away if he wanted to but you both knew he needed wanted to be dominated. So he smirked up at you and whined, grinding his painfully hard cock to your wet pussy through the gap in the straps. "You want me to fuck you raw or do you want to be a good boy and slobber on my cock to get it ready?"

"S...slobber on your cock, Baby."

"Good boy," you kiss his forehead and climb up over him, straddling his face and letting your toy rest on his cheek as he looks up at you. "Make yourself useful. Be my good man-whore."

He opens his mouth and pulls your hips almost flush with his face, nose pressed against your stomach as he takes the toy fast and deep into his throat. He gags around it and grabs onto your ass, fingers digging in deep as he looks up with tearful, proud eyes. Your breath catches as you look down at him, using all of his willpower to stay still until you decide to use him. "There's a good boy... make it real wet for us."

A yelp passes your throat as he wraps his arms around you and sits you both up, gasping as the silicone leaves his mouth. You're in a the air for a good moment as he sits up, your legs draped around his shoulders, holding onto his hair tightly as he lowers you onto your back. "F-fucking brat, Joong!"

He holds onto your sides as he sinks his mouth back on your cock, looking up through his lashes innocently. "You're asking for a spanking, Starlight." He bats his eyes like he did nothing wrong, slowly bobbing his head, making sure to let of his spit cover the toy. He knows you love him, but if he pisses you off enough-and he has tonight-that you will fuck him with only spit as lube. He uses his fingers as an expression of his remorse, slipping one of his hands between your legs and under the toy that rests just above your clit.

"Ah, now you don't want to act like a brat?" Your head lulls back as his fingers slip inside your wet warmth. "Funny."

His mouth and fingers work in tandem, filing the room with lewd noises as the toy hits his contracting throat and his fingers turn your cunt into a soaking mess. You feel yourself slipping, and you won't let it happen. Not today. Today, he's going to be good. Wether he likes it or not.

You grab onto his dyed locks and force his head to stop as he takes it at the deepest point. "Take your filthy fingers out of me, or I won't fuck you for weeks." They slip out quickly, joining his other hand as he holds onto your thighs tightly, breathing through his nose heavily. "Such a greedy thing, aren't you?"

He sputters as you thrust impossibly deeper, clenching his eyes shut as tears fall. He hears you coo mockingly, petting his head gently with one hand while the other keeps him choking on you.

"If you think crying is going to get you out of this, Joongie... you're stupider than you look."

As soon as your grip loosens, he's climbing over you and holding your face gently. "Please," he groans, voice hoarse and deep. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Want your pussy, Baby, please! I don't want a stupid toy, pl-"

You hold the back of his neck and moan into his mouth as you kiss, gently wiping the spit off of his chin with your free hand. You rub your fingers down his spine, the ghostly feeling makes him shiver. He almost falls onto you completely as you wrap a hand around his cock. He pulls away to plead, but you beat him to it before any words can leave his lips.

"Brats don't get what they want. They take what they're given. You don't mind, though? Do you? You like whatever I give you. Attention whore~."

"Baby, please. I don't want a toy... want to few you around my cock." He's lying, of course. He does want your toy inside him. But, then... he's also telling the truth. He does want your warmth wrapped around him.

He wants everything, all at once. Anything you give him is heaven. He doesn't know why he's so difficult with you. He doesn't know why he says what he does. "Can't make me cum with a stupid toy." Maybe he likes it when you're rough, and that's why he pushes your buttons.

Maybe that's why he loves it when you wrap your legs tightly around him and flip your positions. You hover over him, looking down with anger in your loving eyes. "Can't make you cum? Tough luck, Hongjoongie. That isn't why I do it anyway," you mock a laugh, wiping up the remains of his tears. "You know why I do it... don't you, Starlight?"

"Cause I'm your fuck toy." He says it with a prideful smile, holding his arms around you as you lean closer, connecting your sweaty foreheads. "I'm your fuck toy."

"Awe, is my good boy coming to play? Finally, finally?"

He nods gently against you, kissing you quickly and gently. "I want whatever you give me, Baby. I want..."

"Want my cock?"

He stutters, looking down, "Baby... Wan- can you... Fuck!" He yells, head thrown back in frustration.

"You need my help, Lovebug?"

"Please..."

You gently grab onto his shoulders and turn him over, laying his face sideways on the comforter as you raise his hips ever so slightly and swipe his hair out of his face.

"Baby," you draw out.

"Baby." He copies, dreamily.

"Baby, please."

"Baby, please."

"Fuck my whore ass."

"Fuck my whore ass." He moans, melting into your warmth as you cage him underneath you. "Oh my God, Baby. Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass, please." He pleads on his own, hands reaching back to spread himself for you.

You tug at the little buttplug inside of him, teasingly. "Baby, please," you urge with the same guiding tone.

"Baby, please! Please, I want it! I'm sorry I'm such a brat, I want it!" He wiggles his hips under you, and your hold him still with one hand on the small of his back.

"Stay still, dummy."

"Stay st- fuck." He laughs heartily into the mattress, distracted by your laughter so - doesn't notice that you've removed the toy from him.

"Ready, Joongie?"

"Yes, Baby. Please. M'going to be good."

You slide into him easily, lubed up with his spit. "My good little brat."

He braces himself with his hands sprawled on the blanket, moaning and smiling in bliss as you rock into his prostate. "Love it... I love it." You chuckle, telling him you know he loves it.

Just like you know he loves being your brat.

Just like he knows you love having him as such.

—

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[sukirichi]

overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

[thundersoothers]

how to make a girl cum

tendou & goshiki thrist: goshiki doesn’t know how to make a girl cum. tendou happily shows him. — or — goshiki asks tendou how to make a girl cum and he uses you to teach him.

↳ 18+ — explicit content: kind of a threesome (?), tendou shares his girlfriend (you) with goshiki, everyone is consenting, f!receiving head and fingering

↳ wc: 2.3k

(hmm ... more bad thoughts; kind of very self-indulgent. goshiki makes me giggle and I want to help his virgin ass. this was meant to be a few hundred words but uh,,,, it was not. oops!)

you're tendou’s hot girlfriend because duh you're gorgeous as hell and he's so mf fine so obviously you'd be together. goshiki looks up to tendou in volleyball but also in life, and he's never been in a relationship with anyone before so he asks tendou for advice about how to talk to girls and get a girlfriend as pretty as you. tendou tells him to treat girls with care and take them on dates and tell them they're beautiful because they are and be funny and kind and nice to them and make them feel good. then goshiki asks him about how to make girls orgasm because he’s had no experience but wants to be able to make a girl cum whenever he ends up needing to. tendou tells him to come back to his dorm tomorrow night and he’ll tell him how. he comes back the next night and you’re sitting with tendou on his bed and goshiki’s obviously confused and embarrassed because why are you here when he’s just trying to get honest advice for how to pull since he’s the definition of a virgin, but tendou says he’ll show him how to please a girl. you stand up and he tells goshiki to take off your clothes (he tries to deny tendou and say that he can leave and come back later, but fuck he wants to touch you and learn how to make a girl cum so bad) and he struggles to unclasp your bra bc he’s never touched girls’ clothes before and then unzips your skirt and goes for your underwear but tendou tells him to stop. you lay back on the bed with tendou behind you so you lay in his lap with your head against his chest and goshiki kneels between your open legs. 

ok, now here’s where it gets filthy: 

“touch her tits. just put your hands over them and squeeze—no, not that hard. she isn’t a volleyball, remember. be gentle. pinch her nipples, she likes that. cup her tits again. suck on them, if you want. don’t use your teeth.” 

tendou leans your head back and kisses your neck, whispering in your ear, “are you still okay with this?” 

your eyes roll back in your head when goshiki flicks over your nipple with his finger and sucks harder on your other, unconsciously rutting his hips against you. “yes,” you whimper, “I still wanna help him.” you know how much he looks up to your boyfriend and you’re happily willing to help his little kouhai. 

tendou opens your mouth with his fingers, sticking them down your throat and running over your teeth, and you stick out your tongue so he can spit onto it. “goshiki, come spit in her mouth too.” he pulls off from sucking your nipples, lines of spit leading from his wet mouth to your sensitive tits, and he leans up to spit onto your tongue. you both can tell he’s nervous with his eyes flickering between your faces but his hard cock pressing against your thigh overrides any of your thoughts about him doubting this. “be a good girl and swallow our spit. goshiki, put your hand on her throat. wrap it around and squeeze. don’t push on her neck, just squeeze her. just like that, don’t do it any harder. good boy. she likes that—being choked, don’t you? yeah, you do, my little slut. goshiki, lay down between her legs. don’t take off her underwear yet. she smells good, doesn’t she? I bet she’s already so wet for you. she loves having her tits sucked on. kiss her thighs. get her sweet cunt nice and soaked for you to eat. you wanna make her feel good, right? kiss her over her underwear. I know she tastes so good. what do you want him to do, baby?” 

“want him to eat me out,” you gasp, moving your hips up against his mouth, his wet mouth further dampening your already soaked underwear. 

“oh, yeah?” tendou squeezes your tits and runs his hands over your stomach and sides, sending a shiver down your spine. “tell him exactly what you want him to do. tell him how to make you feel good.” 

“fuck, goshiki, I want your tongue inside me. please, fucking eat me out.” he hastily pulls off your underwear, nearly tearing it, and throws it somewhere on the floor. he looks between your face, tendou’s, and your glistening pussy with wide eyes and an open mouth, breathing heavily. 

“she’s so pretty, isn’t she? she has the prettiest pussy. it’s so wet and hot and tight and all for me—and you, if you make her cum, right, goshiki? you’re gonna make our pretty girl’s cunt feel good? suck on her clit. do you know where that is? right at the top. you’ll be able to feel it, and you’ll know when—” one of your hands squeezes tendou’s tightly, nails digging into his skin, and the other fists goshiki’s hair, arching your back and gasping, “—when she reacts like that. good boy, goshiki.” 

his cheeks bloom red and he somehow manages a smile, lips wrapped around your clit, humming with the praise. 

tendou laughs for a moment at his obvious praise kink, though it doesn’t surprise him at all. “you’re doing so well, goshiki. keep sucking, don’t stop. you can flick over it with your tongue, too. you can’t make a girl cum unless you play her clit like this. I bet you feel so empty, baby; you want something in your greedy pussy? you want his fingers or his tongue first?” 

“tongue! tongue, please, fuck, goshiki. please use your tongue. you’re making me feel so good.” 

“oh, you’re such a little slut. stick your tongue inside her, goshiki. fuck it in and out, just like that. you can tell she’s feeling good cause she’s moaning like a filthy whore, aren’t you? I bet you taste so good since your cunt is so fucking sloppy already. you wanna taste yourself? goshiki, come kiss her.” he’s not all that great at kissing; he’s a little sloppy and fast, but considering you’re probably his first kiss, you let it slide. tendou reaches down to glide two skilled fingers over your slick clit, making a quick circle, and then into your sopping hole, moving in and out with obscene wet noises. there’s no resistance, with your own slick and goshiki’s spit. your gasp into goshiki’s mouth when tendou curls his fingers inside of you. “you’re so messy and wet, baby. all for goshiki.” he brings his hand back up and sticks it into your mouth for you to lick his fingers clean and uses his other hand to fist goshiki’s hair and bring him close, kissing him and tasting your pussy on his tongue. “so sweet. make our little whore cum, goshiki.” 

he goes back down between your legs and continues to suck on your clit and fuck his tongue into your clenching hole, his nose nudging your clit when he licks at you, swallowing down your juices. the sounds of your moans and cries and the sight of your head thrown back on tendou’s shoulder, him kissing your neck and pulling at your nipples with one hand and pressing down on your hips to keep them from rising off the bed with the other and staring intently with unblinking red eyes at goshiki between your legs, nearly have him cumming in his pants. 

“you can finger her now. suck on her clit and finger fuck her. only one finger, goshiki.” he either ignores him or is too focused on the squelching of your pussy to hear him and recognize your whimpers and your hips grinding against him are from the slightly uncomfortable stretch and not from pleasure. “goshiki,” tendou growls, quickly wrapping his hand in his hair and yanking his head roughly away from your pussy. “only one fucking finger. don’t get too excited.” he pulls on his hair harder, hissing, “you’re here because we’re letting you. do not fuck with me right now when you’re touching my girl.” 

he looks surprised, studying your scrunched face and tendou’s stern expression, but nods slowly, murmuring, “okay, sorry.” 

“you can’t start with two fingers, especially if she isn’t used to your size. my fingers,” he begins, moving them around your drooling mouth and you gurgle on them, arching your back, “and yours are very different. it’ll hurt if you begin with two. you don’t want to hurt her, do you?” goshiki shakes his head and tendou releases his grip on his hair. “no, that’s what I thought. you want to be good for her. start with one finger and keep licking her clit.” he lays back down and easily slides one finger into your wet pussy and flicks his tongue over your clit. “does that feel better, baby? good. I know it does. keep going, goshiki, you’re making her feel so good. is she squeezing around your fingers? do you want two fingers now?” you can only nod and choke and moan around his fingers when goshiki fits two fingers into you, your cunt squelching around him, slick dripping down his hands, chin, and your thighs. “goshiki, feel that little rough spot inside her on the front? that’s her g-spot. curl your fingers a little. yeah, right there.” your eyes fly open and tendou has to press your hips into the bed to keep them from rutting up into goshiki’s mouth and hand. you can’t hold back your loud whines and squeaks at the intense feeling in the bottom of your stomach, heating rising deep in your cunt. “right fucking there! keep finger fucking her so you hit that spot. you’re doing so good, goshiki. you better not stop. don’t leave our perfect slut hanging.” 

he nods and squeezes his eyes closed, ignoring the burn in his jaw and forearm, sucking on your clit harder and fucking his fingers faster into your quivering cunt. 

tendou bites at the side of your neck, pressing his fingers onto your wet tongue before sliding them out of your mouth to squeeze your neck tightly. “goshiki’s making you feel so good, isn’t he? he’s being so good for us. listen to yourself, baby. you hear how wet you are? you hear your slutty pussy? you’re so fuckin’ filthy. you’re such a dirty, dirty little whore. you gonna cum? you gonna cum on our good boy’s fingers and tongue? yeah, you are. yeah, you fuckin’ are. show him how good he’s making you feel. cum, baby, right on his fingers and tongue.” 

“oh, fuck!” your hands fist goshiki’s hair and scratch against his scalp, keeping him in his place as your hips roll against his tongue. “feels so fuckin’ good, oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ good.” you can barely talk with tendou’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum. please, please don’t stop.” 

“cum, baby, cum all over his face. be a good slut for us and cum.” 

you shudder, crying, “fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I—” tendou squeezes your neck tighter and you choke, eyes flying open and rolling back in your head, and then— 

your back arches up, your whole body tensing, cunt squeezing so tight around fingers he can barely fuck them in and out of you, instead curling them up against your g-spot, cum gushing into his mouth. your body shakes with overstimulation as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, tears rolling down the sides of your face, tendou’s rough hands playing with your tits sending more shivers of pleasure to your core. you fall back onto tendou’s chest, hands leaving goshiki’s hair, heaving for breath, beads of sweat rolling down your stomach and the outsides of your thighs as they quiver around goshiki’s head. you can barely think with your mind so hazy, only managing to broken murmurs of, “so good, so fuckin’ good, thank you, thank you.” 

“good boy. now you know how to eat pussy. nice job, goshiki, you successfully made a girl cum for the first time.” tendou pushes him with his hand lightly  so he fumbles back on his knees at the end of the bed. he wipes at his face with the sleeve of his shirt and elects to ignore his sticky underwear. he figures he must have accidentally cum when you did, but with how good you taste on his tongue and felt around his fingers and your sinful moans, he can’t find it within himself to be upset. 

“come back tomorrow,” tendou says, flipping you over and around so you’re on your hands and knees and his throbbing cock is resting on your ass, his sweatpants and underwear quickly thrown on the floor. “I’ll teach you how to fuck then. for now, I’m gonna make my slut cum on my cock. you were so good for goshiki, and now you’re gonna be good for me. you want that, baby? you want my cock? yeah, I know you do, whore. see you later, goshiki.” he pauses, stopping halfway inside of your weeping cunt. “oh, wait.” he looks up at goshiki, head tilted to the side. his devilish smile sends a shiver down his spine. he fists your hair and yanks your head up roughly, ignoring your guttural cry, so you’re forced to stare at goshiki with teary eyes nearly rolling back in your head, drool coming out of your open mouth, mindlessly trying to fuck yourself back onto tendou’s thick cock. “unless you wanna watch?” 

the end.

✼ do not repost or modify any of my original work on any other platform. 

[mellowswriting]

ambrosia

pairing || Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

summary || You’ve been having a hard week. There’s nothing Steve loves more than taking care of his girl. 

word count || 2,318

warnings || oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, soft!dom Stevie, slight degradation but like... sweetly? idk, unprotected sex, slightest breeding kink if ya squint, slight cockwarming

a/n || Hello yes it is I, the local harlot here to bless you with some smut and feel goods in a totally not self indulgent fic bc I was having a hard week.

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It had been nearly an entire week since you had seen Steve.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Hell, there had been times where you didn’t see him for months when things got tricky on his missions. It was more the fact that in the time he had been gone, you had barely slept more than a handful of hours a night if you were lucky and the one thing that was like magic for your insomniac brain was Steve’s embrace. It all started when you accidentally stayed awake into the hours of the early morning. The muse had struck and given you the blessing of inspiration that quickly became a curse of not being unable to set aside your work until it felt just right. That wasn’t until three in the morning, of course. Then you napped the next day from the lingering sleepiness, effectively throwing your sleep schedule entirely out of whack.

Little things that usually would be a minor annoyance at best left you viscerally frustrated, each inconvenience building one upon another until you were left too overwhelmed to complete even the simplest of tasks. You managed to trudge your way through your other responsibilities, leaving you with only laundry and tidying the kitchen to concern yourself with but the pile of clean laundry that sat in front of you waiting to be folded felt impossible. Instead of feeling proud of how much you had already accomplished, you were angry with yourself for not getting more done. Tears of frustration pricked your eyes, which only made you feel even more ridiculous.

The sound of the front door opening and closing broke you out of your annoyed trance of glaring at the laundry basket and you quickly wiped the tears away when you heard a familiar voice calling from the entryway, “I’m home!”

“Hey,” You said, your voice cracking slightly as you greeted Steve as he paused to lean over the couch and kiss the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” Concern tinged his voice, his eyebrows furrowed on that pretty face of his as he studied your current state. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find a way to say it without sounding pathetic but you couldn’t. Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the cushions with a long sigh. “Oh, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I haven’t slept right in days.” You looked up at him with a pitiful look. “I haven’t slept right in days and I’m exhausted and I spent the entire day cleaning and the only thing I have left to do is this damn laundry, but I’m so tired, and -”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve sat next to you to bring you into a firm hug, rubbing your back soothingly. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that your lover gave the best hugs. He made you feel like the only person in the entire world. “Let me help, okay?”

“What? No,” You grumbled stubbornly. “You just got back from a mission, Steve, you need to sit and relax.”

“It was just reconnaissance.” Steve assured you. “I sat in a car with Bucky for a few days and then sat in debriefings for a few more - the last thing I need is to be sitting around on my ass.”

“Language,” You teased gently, chuckling when he gave you a glare that held no real heat.

“Go on, get your book. Relax for a little bit and let me take care of things.” Steve’s voice had an air of finality about it. You knew that he took a special kind of pride in taking care of those he loved, so you listened.

There was no denying the relief that washed over you. The warmth of his presence next to you as he methodically began folding clothes and recounting some of the antics he had to deal with thanks to Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering helped some of the tension ease from your exhausted body. Not to mention just how good he looked - so good that you could barely focus on the novel in your lap. Sure, seeing him in his uniform was its own special kind of sexy, but there was something about those soft long-sleeves and comfortable jeans that felt… domestic. The sight of him with his sleeves rolled up as he took care of your mixed laundry made something stir in your belly.

“What else needs to get done?” He asked after he took the basket upstairs and put it all away.

“Just tidying up the kitchen,” You tossed the book onto the coffee table and reached up to him with grabby hands that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Plus giving me kisses.”

Steve leaned down with a little grin, balancing himself on one knee against the couch cushions, and kissed you deeply. The little moan he gave against your lips when you eagerly accepted the teasing of his tongue made you shiver.

“You taste sweet.” He whispered as he crowded you closer into the couch, both hands cupping your face in a firm but gentle grip.

“Had strawberries before you came home.” You held him close by the collar of his shirt, probably stretching it out but you couldn’t really give a damn when he felt so good against you. “Forget cleaning, it can wait.”

“Yeah?” Steve teased, his face mere inches from yours as he gave you those hooded, hungry eyes that made your stomach flip. “Whatcha wanna do instead?”

“You.”

The cheekiness of your reply made him snatch you up, putting that super soldier strength to good use with a desperate grip on the soft flesh of your thighs. It was far from the first time he showed off his strength like that, but each time made your stomach flip in excitement just thinking about all of the things he could do to you. You hooked your ankles around his waist, your arms keeping you steady where they wrapped around his shoulders as he marched you upstairs and into your bedroom to drop you onto the mattress. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of him standing over you, the rise and fall of his chest growing faster along with the hunger in his eyes.

“You work so hard, baby. Let me reward you.” He purred, tracing your ankle where the hem of your leggings ended, and his face lit up at your desperate nodding. You whined at the familiar need tightening in your belly over the strength behind his hands as he pushed your thighs open wide, his fingertips ghosting along your covered pussy. “Such a good girl for me…”

“Steve, please…” You whimpered, desperately pulling off your leggings. This little game of his, the teasing and soft touches ramping up into hot needy fucking, was something you had no issue playing any other time, but right now you couldn’t handle the wait. Steve caught on quickly and helped pull the clothes away from your legs before he ripped his shirt over his head.

“So needy for me, huh?” Steve slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. “Shirt off and lay your head on the pillows. I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to follow his command, not missing the smirk your obedience garnered. The softness of his domination was addicting, left you yearning to hear the filthy praise that dripped from his lips like the sweetest ambrosia that could cure your every ache. Steve followed you up the bed, his briefs the only scrap of clothing left on his body, but before you could admire how gorgeous he looked, his hand hooked around your ankle to yank you closer. A sharp, surprised laugh melted into a moan when he finally got his mouth on you. His tongue rolled against your clit without preamble, completely abandoning the teasing to give you exactly what you were begging for.

“Oh fffuck!” You bit out, your head falling back into the pillows as your hips jolt up, and Steve chuckled darkly as he set his forearm over your hips to hold you in place, his other hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. You grabbed a handful of his short hair in retaliation, a delighted smile lighting up your face at the groan you got in return.

Fuck, he felt too good, knew your body too fucking well. You grew more and more wet with each pass of his tongue against your clit, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations as the two of you found a familiar rhythm.

“There you go, baby.” Steve encouraged as he eased a finger into your dripping pussy with a downright sinful groan, quickly adding another. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

The dual pleasure of his fingers and tongue made you see stars, made your back arch and your thighs squeeze his head until your orgasm washed over you in a devastating wave. It wasn’t until you shoved him back by his head that he finally stopped his tortuous pleasure. The sight of him wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand still had your belly tightening with need.

“You did so good.” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, then your navel, kissing a trail between your breasts and up your neck until he met your lips. You moaned at the filthy act of tasting yourself on his tongue. “Look so pretty when you come.”

The combination of his praise and the not-so-subtle press of his cock against your thigh had you keening beneath him, your leg hooking over his waist to drag him close enough to grind against the bulge in his briefs.

“Feel that?” He practically growled as he rutted down against you shamelessly. “That’s all for you baby. Gonna stuff your pretty pussy full’a my cum and you’re gonna say thank you for it too, you hear me?”

“I will, I promise… I promise, Stevie.” You babbled, losing any comprehensible thought other than the absolute dismay that he wasn’t absolutely wrecking you already. “Please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve rid himself of his last scrap of clothes like they were burning him and entered you in one fluid thrust that had the both of you moaning in unison. His forehead fell to your shoulder as he let you adjust, hips swirling in tiny circles of their own accord because you felt so fucking good. “Ssso fuckin’ tight,”

The light desperation in your whimper made him smirk, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before soothing the mark with a lick of his tongue. “This is what you needed, huh baby? Just needed to relax on my cock...”

“S-Steve…” Was all you could manage, your eyes unfocused as he gave that first tentative thrust, followed quickly by a sharp, deep rhythm that made you see stars.

“Cockdrunk already?” He cooed but his cocky tone broke as you clung to him, your fingers digging into the muscle of his biceps as you used those thighs he adored against him, dragging him closer, deeper. “Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’tcha? That’s okay, sweet baby, I got whatcha need.”

Steve pulled away and for a moment you clutched tighter, trying to keep him against you, but he pushed your legs back to your chest with a strength to be reckoned with, the new position making you feel infinitely more full and he growled at the feeling of you tightening around him. There were already fingertip bruises forming on your thighs where he held you right where he wanted you as his thrusts became faster, more desperate with his impending release, with the damn near feral need to see his cum leaking from your fucked out pussy.

It was the pressure of his thumb against your clit that forced you to find your words, your sweet cries of ‘please, please, please’ egging him on to roll his thumb until your hips jerked under the stimulation. You were so sensitive, so responsive to every little touch, it drove him fucking crazy.

“Come on my cock like a good girl,” Steve gritted out, angling his hips to grind his cock against that sweet spot that made you arch against him so prettily. “Thaaaat’s it…”

You broke underneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you in an intense burst that stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you to gasp as you shuddered. It was his favorite sight, watching you fall apart beneath him, and Steve let your leg settle around his waist once more to chase the high he balanced upon in faltered thrusts until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His pelvis pressed flush against your sweat-slick skin, some basic instinct demanding he shove himself as deep into your sensitive pussy as he could to fill you up.

He let himself melt against you, his full weight keeping you pressed against the mattress as he softened inside you, the both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. You carded your fingers through his hair lazily, eyes closed as you let the satisfied exhaustion soak into you, grinning when your still fluttering walls made Steve hiss slightly. He still kept himself buried inside of you - so typical of him.

Sighing happily, Steve nuzzled his face further into your neck to trail sloppy kisses along your neck, pausing every now and then to lean back into your hand. Playing with his hair was the number one way to get him all warm and snuggly, especially if he was exhausted from giving you a thorough fucking. He gingerly eased himself off of you only to pull you close so you could lay your head on his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you even closer to sleep.

“Go to sleep, honey.” Steve rumbled, his voice full of his own exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

[seijorhi]

Acts of Devotion

👀 i um 👉 👈 i hope this is okay...

Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

TW blood, gore, violence, murder, dub con, nsfw

Akaashi loves you.

He’s known that for a long time now, probably from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, back when you were both just wide eyed first year uni students, wildly out of your depths.

A lot’s changed since then. For one, he now gets to call you his, and it’s his arms that you return to at the end of a long day, his house that you both live in. It’d be a lie to say that it doesn’t bother him that he wasn’t your first love, but he’s contented himself with the knowledge that he’ll be your last. Your only great love.

The only one that matters.

But it hasn’t been without its challenges. He’s learned a lot about love since those early days, about what it means to truly devote yourself to somebody, to give everything you have for them.

Love essentially boils down to two things, Akaashi’s come to realise - sacrifice, and forgiveness. 

You always look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. Of course, Akaashi thinks you’re beautiful all the time; when you’re smiling and laughing, when your face is screwed up in petulant anger, when those pretty eyes of yours well with tears and they glimmer and shine - but there’s something about the peaceful expression, so soft and unguarded when you’re asleep that inexplicably draws him in. 

There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to stay, to reach out and brush away the hair that’s fallen across your face, pull you closer and let sleep drag him under, but he can’t. 

Not tonight.

Instead he cranes his neck to press a kiss against your lips, a small smile tugging at his lips when you let out a quiet mewl in response. He loves you so, so much… that’s why he has to do this.

He’d forgive you anything. You know that, don’t you?

Sure, it hurt him when he found the messages. Scrolling back through your text history, it was like somebody had grabbed him by the throat and plunged a knife into his gut, twisting it for good measure.

Kaito i don’t know what to do

i love him but lately it feels like idk he’s being a little controlling i guess? 

… but maybe i’m just being paranoid?

He knows it’s not entirely your fault. For all the amazing qualities you possess, you are remarkably naive and so very, very impressionable - which worked to his favour in the beginning, he’ll be the first to admit, but now…

Now it’s becoming a problem.

You haven’t realised yet that everything Akaashi’s doing - it’s all for your own good. 

Your family wanted you under their thumb. They always asked too much of you, guilt tripped you whenever you tried to stand up for yourself or set boundaries. They’d never be happy for you, not truly. It hurts, he knows that, but some people don’t deserve to be in your life, especially when they treat you like that. 

Your job was causing you stress, and your boss was an arrogant, nasty piece of work. His salary is more than enough to support you both, why put yourself through that if you don’t need to? Aren’t you happier now that you don’t have to trudge into that office every day and pretend that it isn’t making you miserable?

Your friends were bad influences. Jealous of your relationship for one, but they were also petty, self absorbed and vapid, always trying to drag you down to their level so you wouldn’t ever outshine them. You’re better off without them, why can’t you see that?

Akaashi’s the only one you’ll ever need.

And he really thought that he’d solved that little problem, but apparently not. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised that out of all of them, Kaito’s the one who’s been the hardest to shake. An old friend of yours from high school, Akaashi had known within five minutes of meeting him that he was head over heels in love with you and had been for a long, long time. 

He can’t blame him for that. You’re beautiful. Perfect. Entirely his. It’s painfully obvious that even before he came into the picture to sweep you off your feet, you’d never so much as looked twice at the guy. So Akaashi was more or less content to let his somewhat pitiful one sided crush on you slide. Considering that he had absolutely no intentions of letting him or any of your other friends remain part of your life for much longer, it was hardly worth wasting energy thinking about.

Until, that is, he read the messages that Kaito’s been sending you.

Leave him

I’m serious. 

My sister had a friend who was with a guy like that. She had to get a restraining order because he wouldn’t let her go - it got scary… You can come stay with me. I don’t want you getting hurt :(

It’s that last one that bothers him. Not the attempts to lure you away from him under the guise of being a safe haven from your ‘dangerous’ boyfriend, painting himself as your knight in shining armour - mildly irritating if not a little amusing - but for putting the idea in your head that Akaashi would ever hurt you.

That he can’t forgive.

He won’t have you look at him with fear in your eyes. 

Akaashi’s never tried to deny that side of himself, but he’s kept it from you, locked it away and buried it deep. The things he does… you’re too pure for that. He loves you, loves the way that your eyes still soften when you catch sight of him, the warm, trusting naivety that bleeds out of your every pore. If you knew what the hands that caressed you so gently had done, would you still beg for his touch?

You wouldn’t, he knows that just as he knows that even if you were to uncover the truth, he wouldn’t let you go. He can’t, you’re his.

Is it really so selfish of him to want to preserve that innocent naivety? 

But it seems like now he’ll have to indulge once again, and Akaashi, really, truly can’t say that it bothers him. Killing other people has always thrilled him, made the blood in his veins race… Killing other people for you, oh, that’s going to be a whole other level of pleasure he can’t wait to explore. 

The pads of his fingers trace the curve of your jaw for just a moment. “Back soon,” he whispers, gracing your cheek with a feather light kiss.

You’ve never asked why the door to the basement locks from both sides, he doesn’t even think you realise that the walls are soundproofed. Tonight he’s grateful. You won’t wake up, he’s almost positive of that, but Akaashi has no desire to be gone from your side for any longer than absolutely necessary.

He usually prefers to take his time. 

His first kill was more of an accident than anything else, there was too much blood, he panicked and it was over in the blink of an eye. There wasn’t time to savour it, to really enjoy the sight of the light leaving their eyes, the weak, desperate struggles and whimpers, the tantalising fear that inevitably bleeds into the air, growing more potent by the second - even the strongest break eventually. He’s learned since then how to draw it out, how to have fun with his work.

But he doesn’t have that luxury tonight, and, as he keeps having to remind himself, this isn’t about his pleasure.

Guns are quick. Messy. Akaashi’s never really taken a liking to the crude, graceless weapon. He prefers his knives. 

Waving a gun in somebody’s face gives them the idea that they’re going to die, and there are only so many times that you can shoot somebody before they just… bleed out. It’s not nearly as satisfying a death. A knife, on the other hand, brings with it more opportunities. It isn’t death that his victim becomes worried about, at least not initially, but pain. And as his hand glides over his collection, Akaashi decides that Kaito is due for a little pain.

I love him, you’d texted. I love him. I love him. I love him.

That’s what he’s trying to protect. 

Long, pale fingers wrap around the handle of his chef’s knife, (eight inches, sharp - a familiar, comforting weight in his hand) and he takes a deep, steadying breath.

Kaito’s mouth is taped shut. Akaashi doesn’t want to hear a filthy word out of those lips. His hands are bound behind his back, his ankles tied to the old, wooden chair. He’s good with his knots, the more Kaito struggles, the tighter they pull. And judging from the ugly, purpling shade of his hands and the tears leaking from bloodshot eyes, he’s been struggling for a while.

Good.

Akaashi smiles as he strolls towards his captive audience, fingering the straight edge of the knife. Kaito doesn’t try to speak, but the muffled whines and sobs grow louder with every step closed between them. The fear and tension in the air is palpable. 

His breath is little more than a frantic wheezing by the time Akaashi stops in front of him and drops into a crouch. Cool, gunmetal blue eyes meet Kaito’s deep brown ones, blown wide with terror.

“I’m not the monster you think I am,” he admits quietly. 

Looking up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, a faint smile on his lips, Akaashi could almost pass for an angel if not for the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. Kaito pales, his entire body going taut as his gaze slides from Akaashi’s face to the gleaming blade in his hand. He shakes his head in desperation, another muffled scream escaping his gag-

Akaashi strikes fast, like a viper. The blade plunges into the meat of Kaito’s thigh and without an ounce of mercy, Akaashi yanks it back towards his knee.

The scream that rips through the air sends a pleasurable shiver of warmth down his spine, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he feels the muscles beneath him convulse. The gash isn’t too long, maybe a few inches, but it’s deep and Akaashi’s smirk only grows as warm blood gushes from the wound, coating his hand in slick vermilion. 

He tugs the knife free, rewarded with another choked howl from his captive as more blood sprays. Bound to the chair, there’s not a whole lot of room for Kaito to move, but it’s somewhat amusing to watch him try to thrash, escape the white hot agony radiating from his thigh through his entire body. It’s hard for the human body to comprehend that level of pain, and from experience, Akaashi’s well aware that it won’t take long for his body to go into shock and simply shut down from the blood loss, and once that happens, he won’t be of much use to anyone. 

Kaito’s trembling, face pale, his skin clammy. Impossibly black pupils swallow his irises whole, erratically tracking his captor’s every movement as Akaashi pushes himself to his feet and takes a moment to study him. Tears and bubbles of snot leak in a disgusting mix down his jaw, dripping onto his lap as he sobs against his bindings. It’s pitiful, seeing a man reduced to a whimpering, terrified wreck, but as the hand still holding his knife grips at his chin and yanks his face closer, Akaashi can’t help but gleefully drink it all in. 

Your would be knight in shining armour doesn’t look quite so strong and capable now, does he?

Akaashi doesn’t have much time left to make him suffer, but he can’t seem to resist trailing his fingers along Kaito’s injured leg, digging them deep into the ruined muscle - grinning wildly when he convulses and screams, arching up off the chair. 

There’s still so much that he’d like to do. He toys with the idea of taking his tongue, of carving his knife deep into his skin just to watch him whimper and bleed… but no. This isn’t about indulgence. This is about you. He has to have more discipline than that.

Dangling on the edge of consciousness, Kaito meets his gaze one last time. Maybe he senses that his death is close, or maybe he’s just searching for a last minute reprieve, mercy from the cold blooded killer before him. Terrified, agonised, delirious from the blood loss, he tries to speak - a plea, he thinks, or maybe just incomprehensible babbling, but his eyes burn into Akaashi’s, desperate and hollow.

Akaashi’s never been one for theatrics. He won’t waste more time monologuing while your friend clings to the last vestiges of life. If Kaito hasn’t guessed by now the reasons he’s ended up here, at Akaashi’s mercy, he’s far less intelligent than he gave him credit for, but he supposes that he owes him something, at least. 

“I love her,” he says with a small shrug, as if it explains everything.

And maybe it does. 

It hardly matters though, as Akaashi decides to finally end it with a vicious slice across his throat. Blood sprays like a fountain, splattering across the room and drenching him, Kaito’s body slumps in his seat, the last flicker of life slowly snuffing out, and Akaashi revels in the pure, sweet euphoria that floods his system.

He’s never killed anybody while you were home with him before. Normally he’s methodical, quick to clean up whatever mess is left behind. Tonight though, Akaashi doesn’t have the patience for all that.

He should at least take a shower, rid himself of the blood that soaked him to the skin, but the call of your arms, the sweet, soft floral scent he longs to drown himself in beckoning is too hard to resist. He sheds his clothes, casting them aside haphazardly along with the bloody knife as he stalks down the hallway to the bedroom. His heart is still racing, excitement drumming through his veins as he crawls onto the bed and slides the covers off of you.

Dimly, he registers that this is a monumentally bad idea, but all he can think about is the vivid memory of the light leaving Kaito’s eyes and you. Tonight, he killed for you, and it was exhilarating.

He doesn’t think he could stop himself even if he wanted to, and why would he want to?

You’re perfect, beautiful - his. Nothing and nobody will ever be able to separate the two of you, he’ll kill anybody who tries. 

You stir a little as Akaashi’s lips graze along your skin, his fingers sliding the silk of your nightgown up over your hips.

“‘Kaashi?” you sleepily murmur, trying to blink heavy eyelids open.

He wonders if you can feel the way his bloodstained hands are trembling as they ease your supple thighs apart. “Shh, baby,” he presses a kiss against your leg as he manoeuvres himself between them, “It’s okay, go back to sleep.”

Let me take care of you. 

He needs this.

[yamalegacy]

N/SFW ALPHABET to start things off on this blog, here’s a quick little kinky headcanon post for my favorite yama trinity; mt. lady, midnight and mirko, with the letters used to spell their hero names! 

here’s the link to the alphabet prompt (inspired by several that i’ve found here and there) if you want to send in a request for any letter and character i write for (list here if you need it) go for it!

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

MT. LADY ( takeyama yū )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

MIDNIGHT ( kayama nemuri )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

you. your existence is her biggest turn on (especially if you’re quite a few years younger than her). there’s nothing nemuri wants to see more than your face when she makes you come, nothing she loves to hear more than your moans and sobs as she overstimulates you. watching you squirm and struggle when she’s touching you in public? a whole delicious meal for her. but the secret to making her dripping wet is getting on your knees and begging, begging her to touch you, to fuck you.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

despite being the r-rated hero and loving rough sex, nemuri can be surprisingly gentle and soft with you, even in bed. she loves you and she never hesitates to tell you, even with two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. she will look at you in the eyes and smile and whisper reassuringly, hold your hand and intertwine your fingers, kiss you, kiss your tears away.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

forever disappointed that she doesn’t have that many sex dreams is what she is. she isn’t all that bothered though, she definitely compensates with daydreaming about fucking you. she’d much rather have the real deal anyway. when she does have a good sex dream though? she will tell you everything in details to fluster and tease you.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

if you catch her in a good mood, after having struck her youth-loving self the right way, nemuri might indulge you and let you top, but never ever except to be able to tie her down or blindfold her. don’t even think about bringing it up. don’t expect her to submit to you, no matter the position, she needs to always be in control and she will be in control.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

everywhere, anywhere. she grabs your hands or your waist when she doesn’t want to be rough with you. when things are heating up though? her grip on your hips or your ass will be harsh enough to leave red marks on your skin. if you’ve been particularly bratty, she thinks her fingers belong around your throat.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

unlike when she gets excited seeing good sportsmanship among her students, a turned on nemuri can keep the perfect poker face on. sometimes it’s frustrating how good she is at concealing her emotions and reactions. she favors your reactions and your desires over her own. and well, maybe she loves to see you squirm under her hard stare, maybe it turns her on even more. the most you’ll get out of her most of the time is small possessive gestures. if she’s leaving hickeys, or any sort of bruise on your skin, you know you’ve succeeded.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

you will have your pants and underwear charmed right off. if there’s someone who knows exactly what to say, it’s nemuri. she knows when to praise and tell you that you’re being good, and she also knows when to tell you that you’re being the perfect little slut for her. honestly, she’s probably going to try to make you come just from dirty talking and describing everything she would do to you to make you come apart for her. nemuri has a filthy mind and an even filthier mouth. 

MIR(U)KO ( usagiyama rumi )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

lingerie. always and forever lingerie. she loves to see you looking all pretty and pampered for her, especially if she knows that you bought the lingerie for her. her favorite part might be the fact that she will get to wreck and just ruin you and your pretty little outfit. if you want to get her really riled up, kiss her neck as you ride one of those glorious muscular thighs of hers, she’ll forget how to think. rumi will forever refuse to acknowledge that if you touch her ears just right, you can make her a whimpering mess in no time; she’ll just pretend it’s not a thing.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

rumi is far from being the most gentle of lovers, but it’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting into with that one. she tends not to have the patience for the sweet softness of intimacy and prefers to get right to it. but she also has such a soft spot for you, especially when you become a sobbing, begging mess from overstimulation; that’s when she likes to hold you, cradle you in her arms and kiss your forehead. she is a pro at doing a 180° post sex though, and is the softest of bunnies once she’s had her share of orgasms.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

that's a no from rumi. not because she doesn't like the thought of romancing the crap out of you (she loves the thought), but she just doesn't know how. she also can't stand scented candles, her nose is too sensitive. and it's probably preferable not to leave petals near a bunny, you know... you tried once, but never again.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

little miss bunny hero doesn't know the meaning of fairness when it comes to your sex life. she has absolutely no mercy. if you can't keep quiet or if you blush easily, she won't hesitate to tease you in public until all you can do is glare at her or plead with your eyes. and no matter how impatient she can get, if she has the time, she will edge you forever. but you will always be rewarded with rumi.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

dominance, punishments and orgasm denial/edging. you're in for a wild ride with rumi because she will ruin you and you will love it. definitely some exhibitionist tendencies; she's eaten you out while you were on the phone more than once, she can't resist it, she just has to see how long you'll manage to be good for her and stay quiet. she is very open about what she likes and wants in general, but there's a couple exceptions, one of them being anal (mostly giving). it's something that she really wants to try with you, but isn't sure she should bring up. because, listen, bunny tail plug. that's it. rumi wants to see it so bad but she feels dumb.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

while rumi enjoys both, it’s one of the few things where she’ll tend to prefer receiving, but that’s mostly because she gets to see your pretty face squished between her thighs, and if that’s not one of the most glorious sights ever, she doesn’t know what it is. this bunny will ride your face into oblivion. she still apologizes for that time she broke your nose and had to take you to the er

[kitawarheit]

Choke

Hey guys! I decided to post it here too~ Anything this is some Frank x Danny x female reader insert hella self indulgent smut~ Ngl, had someone ask me, "how far do you take your dirty talk?" aaaand here's the example I guess?? lmao Either way it was fun as hell! Enjoy! <3 Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31056830

Tags include: dub-con (ish), verbal humiliation, dirty talk, name-calling, spitroasting, f/m/m threesome

The Fog had been a living hell, for sure. You dare say you were getting used to this “Entity” and its foul games. The pain didn't seem to feel as bad as when you first got here—or maybe that was just your mind knowing you wouldn't truly die? Your cruel resurrection was inevitable in this hellscape. But, you found solace in the small things. To start, you had the other survivors. The companionship was at least enough to keep you sane (for the most part) until you found a way out. But was there?

Trial after trial, your morale drained slowly—that is, until your curiosity was piqued. Some of these vicious killers were... well, human. For the most part, maybe. Take The Legion for example: although they switched off, they were all still four human punk-asses. Sure, being cat called while chased by Frank or having insults hurled at you while Julie choked you to death wasn't the most ideal thing... But it was a breath of fresh air. There were others, yes, but the most talkative or entertaining ones were primarily Frank and Danny—The Ghostface, as they called him.

Speaking of those two—back to the predicament at hand. How the fuck are two killers allowed to be in a trial at the same time!? It wasn't fair! Not only for obvious reasons but more personal ones... Sometimes, you wanted to punch Frank in his stupid face for his chastising, filthy mouth. But, that was only really because of how hot and bothered it actually made you. You knew back before this shit, you were really into dirty talk and stuff, but here? Now? Surely, The Entity knew and was doing this on purpose.

No, you were absolutely sure The Entity was doing this on purpose when you saw the second killer was Danny. He had a nasty mouth on him too—a bit more aggressive than Frank overall, but it still didn't help you not be affected by his “teasing”. But why? Sure, you enjoyed their talk, even if your brain tried to yell at you that they were there to murder you, not sweet talk you to bed. But did The Entity even give “graces” like this? No, no—it must be for the killers. After all, they were the ones that essentially gave power to this thing.

No matter why or for who, it didn't matter. You weren't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. You deserved a slice of pleasure too, right?

So, here you were, being dragged into the old ski resort lodge, two sets of hands moving over every inch of your body, making you squirm between them.

“Hey, hey,” Frank cooed in a smug tone as you were turned to face him. “Settle down, kitten, we haven't even started yet!”

“She can't help it,” Danny mocked behind you, grabbing your ass, which made you give a squeal of surprise. “She's gonna get double fucked! Any slut would be excited by that.”

“You're right,” Frank practically purred, sliding his hands under your shirt and making his way up to your chest. “I'm surprised she's not already trying to tear out of her clothes.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed weakly, trying to squirm from their grasps—but, the both of them proved to be too strong and they kept you firm in place. “Let me go...!”

“Oh, don't worry, kitten,” Frank said, lifting his mask to sit on the top of his head as he eyed you over. “You'll fuck me soon enough~”

You were too busy examining the details of a face you hadn't seen without the mask to notice Frank giving a nod at Danny. There was a chuckle behind you and, suddenly, Danny had his hands over your torso, ripping open your shirt and pulling the ruined garment off, letting it fall to the floor. Another squeal escaped you as you tried to cover your arms over your chest, face flushed. Of course, Danny wouldn't let you do that as he gripped your wrists and held you in place.

“Fuck, she's got some nice tits,” the man behind you mused.

“Hell yeah, she does,” Frank agreed, brandishing his knife. “Let's get a better look, though...”

Before you could make a protest, Frank's knife slipped under the front of your bra, harshly tugging upwards to tear it in half. Quick on the move, Danny let go of your wrists to let your arms hang low so that he could swiftly tug your destroyed bra off and down to the ground.

“D-Don't touch me,” you shrieked, only to have them do just the opposite. Danny's hand cupped one of your breasts, while Frank toyed with the other, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You were trying so hard not to make noise, but the look on your face must have given you away.

“What a slut,” Frank laughed, making you jolt as he pinched your nipple. “Hmm? You like having killers play around with your tits?”

“Look at her face,” Danny cooed. “She totally does! Nasty bitch~”

Your mind was failing to think of words to says, insults to hurl, threats to make. But, it didn't matter, they were too strong for you and you had nothing to fend them off with. And if the heat pooling in your core had any say in the matter, you were likely going to break anyways. Sooner, rather than later, if they kept this up.

You tried to at least keep quiet—if you couldn't make threats, the least you could do was not make any moans. Your focus was brought back to the situation as Frank cupped your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. For the moment, he had let go of your breast and Danny took full advantage of that by cupping both in his hands, squeezing them.

“Fuck,” Danny grunted behind you. “I've gotta get my dick between these sometime...”

Frank seemed to be searching for something in your face as he looked you over, yet abandoned that endeavor rather quickly. He let go of your chin and scoffed, grabbing hold of your hips now.

“I bet you anything she's already fucking soaked,” Frank mocked, emphasizing his last word as he popped the button of your jeans. “Let's just check that... 'Kay, kitten?”

Frank slipped his palm over your stomach, making his way down as you squirmed in Danny's grasp. He slipped past your pants and toyed with the waistband of your panties briefly before finally slipping his hand down over your folds. There was no warning when Frank brought his head closer, dipping under your chin to bite harshly into your neck, at the same time he pushed two fingers into your pussy. You were already losing yourself, but there was no way you could hold back the moan that ripped past your throat at Frank's actions. You could practically feel his smirk against your neck...

“Ho~ly fuck,” Frank cooed as he released your neck, pulling his head back to look at you while he pulled his fingers out from your jeans, just to hold them in front of your face. Of course, Frank was right —you were already wet by now. “This bitch is a total whore! Look at how wet she is already!”

“Damn,” Danny laughed, pinching both of your nipples in an attempt to draw noise from you. “I guess we got lucky with this one, huh?”

You whimpered softly as Danny pinched again, squirming as you watched Frank make a show of licking his fingers clean. Your mind teetered on the edge between wrong and right, just a touch away from going over and begging for them. In some pathetic last attempt to escape, you tried to pull away again. Frank clicked his teeth and gripped your hips again to hold you in place, Danny giving a light grind into your ass. Fuck, you could already feel how hard he was.

“Please,” you spoke softly, trying not to look Frank in the eye. To this, he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, a smirk tugging his lips upwards.

“Please what, kitten,” he sneered, bringing his face even closer to yours. ...That was it. That was the tipping point and your brain tumbled down the wrong side. But, you didn't give a hot damn. You needed this... and you needed it now.

“Don't tease me,” you breathed out, flashing Frank a look—oh, did he know that look well. The look of letting go and giving in to carnal desire. It was show time.

“That's what we wanna hear,” Danny chuckled, his voice more clear now and you could only assume he took his mask off as well. “A slut in the end—can't resist having some cock in you, right? Even if it's from a killer?”

Frank gave a vicious grin from ear to ear, letting go of your chin to dip his head down against your neck.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving another firm bite before working on pushing your pants and panties down. This time, when he bit into you, you let out a soft whimper, wiggling your pants and panties down the rest of the way to help, then stepped out of them.

Behind you, Danny removed his gloves, letting his bare hands slide down your chest, savoring the warmth of your skin as he kept moving further down. Sure, he knew Frank was right—but he couldn't help to feel for himself as his fingers dipped between your damp folds, his fingertips gliding up and down some. Your breath had already started to become labored from his small actions alone, surely stroking his ego more than it was. You wanted to savor the moment, but Frank seemed a bit impatient.

“Lemme have her,” Frank spoke, a bit of a grumble behind his tone. “I got an idea~”

Frank seemed to enjoy simply tugging you along and keeping you out of the loop. Throwing you over his shoulder like he would to carry you to a hook, that instinctual fear almost began to rise. As Frank started to climb the stairs with you, Danny followed behind, looking just as impatient as the other man.

“Don't worry, baby girl,” Danny cooed, patting your cheek some. “You're not going on a hook. We got something better in mind for you!”

On the second floor, there were a few empty rooms with faded memories of what this place once was, long ago. In one of the rooms, there was a large mattress and pillows, cigarette butts littering the ground with the smell of smoke still rather fresh. This was probably Frank's sort of make shift bedroom, if you had to guess... You almost wanted to ask (why, you weren't sure), but the wind was briefly knocked from you as Frank threw your body on the mattress with ease.

“You're gonna love this, kitten,” Frank hummed as you coughed a bit. “All just for you! I know a little whore like you can probably take more... But we'll start here, okay?”

You weren't sure what he meant and you weren't given any time to dwell on it before he rolled you onto your stomach, just as Danny came around to sit on the mattress, close enough to your face that you could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body. Grabbing your hips, Frank lifted your bottom half up to meet his crotch as he let his erection rub against your ass through his jeans. With a chuckle, he shoved his hips forward, forcing your face into Danny's crotch, making you both groan.

“I know you're excited, kitten,” Frank sneered, giving a harsh slap across your ass. “So get to work! I'm sure my friend here would love to see how talented that slut mouth of yours is~”

Propping your torso up just a bit, you looked up at Danny as he began to unfasten his pants, pushing them down a few inches just to make it easier to take his aching erection out. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, impressed by his girth. Damn, were all the killers like this...? Taking your distraction as hesitation, Danny ran his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly as he tugged your head forward a bit.

“I'm not gonna wait all day, bitch,” Danny sneered, purposefully rubbing himself against your lips. You whined a bit at the tight grip he had on your hair before obeying—placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as the other gripped the base of his cock. You gave one long, broad lick along the underside of his cock, dragging your tongue up until you flicked it off of the tip. Frank rubbed the side of your ass he slapped earlier, as if silently giving praise at the little show.

“Ohh,” Danny groaned, flashing a smirk down at you. “I can already tell she's used that mouth well before. Think she's tried to use it to bargain for the hatch?”

“Probably,” Frank said with a laugh, giving your ass another slap, causing you to gasp out. “At least, I wouldn't put it past her.”

You could feel yourself throbbing, started to become impatient yourself. But you weren't going to beg—oh no, not yet. To keep yourself quiet, you took a few inches of Danny into your mouth, sucking lightly as if to savor him. Danny groaned and muttered small praises to you, so focused on him that you were deaf to the sound of Frank's zipper being pulled down behind you. When you felt his rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, you gasped, but were unable to stop the soft moan you gave.

“Oh, you're gonna feel so good around my cock,” Frank cooed, rubbing a bit more incessantly. You started sucking harder around Danny's length, trying not to give in to the feeling of Frank rubbing against you. Trying was the key word, but your body acted first, trying to rub back against him for more friction. He gave a click of his tongue and used his free hand to keep your hips still.

“You want it, kitten,” Frank asked with a mocking tone. “You gotta beg for it~”

Danny yanked your head up and off his cock, making you wince as you glanced up at him. Seeing the smirk on Danny's face made your heart jump and you were all too sure that Frank had the same look on his face. Flushed, you chewed your bottom lip a bit, as if a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Frank gave you an encouraging, yet hard, slap across your ass, making you squeal out and tremble a bit.

“P-Please,” you squeaked out, whining as you tried to press back against Frank. “Fuck me, Frank...! Please...!”

“You want my cock in you,” Frank chuckled, giving another smack to your ass. “Say it, bitch!”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “I want your cock in me, Frank! Please!”

“What a total cock slut,” Danny laughed as he brought your face close to his cock again, making sure you had him in your mouth before releasing his hold on your hair. You felt Frank lining himself up, pushing just the tip in before gripping your hips with both hands. Without warning, he suddenly gave a single, sharp jerk of his hips, thrusting himself inside you to the hilt, causing you to lurch forward and deep throat Danny. You almost gagged on him from the sudden force, but Danny only groaned, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned, keeping still a moment. “She's tight, too... Damn, she feels good!”

Frank pulled you back some, letting you off of Danny's cock to catch your breath, watching you cough a bit from the surprise forced deep throat. Once you were mostly settled, Danny gripped your hair again to guide you back to his throbbing length, rubbing the back of your head encouragingly. Frank pulled out most of the way before speaking up again.

“That was your warning,” Frank taunted, rubbing his thumbs over your hips. “So you better get ready—'cause I'm not stopping until I've filled you up, got it?”

“Do anything you want to me, Frank,” you whined out, glancing over your shoulder at him as your mind clouded with lust. “Please use me...~”

“Damn,” Danny scoffed, turning your face to him again with an amused grin. “She's a compliant little cock sucker.”

“Ohhh,” Frank cooed, fingers digging into your hips. “You just sealed the deal there, babygirl~”

Listening to Frank, you knew this was your one second to attempt to brace yourself. Taking Danny back into your mouth, you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, but let your jaw hang slack. If Frank's “warning” was anything to go by, you wouldn't need to be doing much head movement, anticipating his thrusts would be enough to do that for you.

And that it was. Frank showed no mercy, no easing you into it—no, he immediately started with a rough, somewhat quick pace as each thrust would push you back down onto Danny. You had let yourself go well before this point, so there was no trying to suppress your moans, loud and needy as they were. The small vibrations from your moans sent a shiver up Danny's back as he gripped your hair tight again, seeming to be holding back the urge to straight up fuck your mouth.

“Shit,” Danny hissed, leaning his head back some as he savored the feeling of your mouth. “It's gonna feel so good to cum down your throat!”

The anticipation and promise of his words excited you, more so than you thought as your inner walls clenched down around Frank, drawing a low moan from him.

“Easy, kitten,” he groaned, the bruising grip on your hips never letting up. “I know you're a fucking cumslut—nghh—but no need to rush it~”

Frank's pace started to deepen as he was back to burying himself all the way in with each forward snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as everything started to become overwhelming—the way Danny almost hit the back of your throat every time you were shoved forward, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin from the force of Frank's hips, the pleasurable throb that came each time Frank's cock rammed against your cervix. You were a mewling, moaning (and if you could move, you'd probably also be writhing) mess between the two men.

You could already feel that familiar heat starting to coil down in you as you practically drooled onto Danny's cock, doing your best to rock your hips back against Frank. His grip was stead-fast, but he seemed to let up just a tad to enjoy you trying to fuck yourself back onto him. It earned you a groan from the man behind you, your wet walls throbbing around him in a pleasurable thrum. You were close, you knew it—but it seemed Frank knew this too.

“What a whore,” Frank groaned as he stilled his hips, swatting Danny's hand away so he could grip your hair instead, wrenching your head off of the other man so you could speak properly. Danny made a groan of protest, but allowed it as he was just as eager to hear your cries. “You wanna cum, bitch?”

“Yes, please,” you whined out, frustrated from being so close to your blissful high.

“Yes, what,” Frank sneered.

“I want to cum...! Please, let me cum!”

“And you wanna take our loads like the good little cumdump you are, right?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I-I want to be filled by you both...!”

“Atta girl~”

Frank promptly shoved you back down on Danny as he went back to his brutal pace, close to his own release. As you were shoved down and fucked hard, you finally snapped, your orgasm tearing through your body like a tidal wave. You moaned loud around Danny's length and your pussy clamped down and convulsed around Frank, both being the final push they needed to fill you. Frank bit his lip as he moaned behind you, burying himself all the way before cumming hard inside your willing cunt. Danny gave a few thrusts into your mouth, hand back in your hair, and held your head in place while he released in your mouth, groaning low.

“Swallow you fuckin' cumslut,” Danny growled, keeping a firm grip on the back of your head. You didn't need to be told twice as you swallowed a few times, making sure to take down every last drop. Satisfied, Danny pulled you off of him and released your hair from his grasp. Behind you, you could feel Frank pulling out, taking a moment to admire the view as his cum dripped from you, a few drops hitting the mattress below.

“Damn,” Frank hummed, giving one side of your ass an appreciative rub. “Now that is a good fuck!”

“Fuckin' right,” Danny concurred with a laugh before lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “Give us a sec and we'll get you ready for round two, babygirl. Don't think we're done with you yet~”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt - Wen Ruohan insists that Jiang Yanli come to the Wen "lecture" as well...

ao3

Jiang Yanli tended to deal with stress in one of two ways: cooking and taking care of people. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the Wen indoctrination camp provided many opportunities for both, although not with the people she might have expected.

Wei Wuxian spent most of his days being valiant and light-hearted, trying to give them strength and courage, and Jiang Cheng followed his lead the way he always did, brave and serious and thoughtful and – well. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate both of them, because she did, but it was only that her own anxiety was more easily dealt with when she could distance herself from her current situation and focus entirely on someone else.

She might have tried to take care of Jin Zixuan, but the Jin sect disciples closed ranks around him, glaring at her as if she were the one who broke off their engagement. Either way, she won’t go where she’s not wanted, and so she backed off and went elsewhere to look for someone that needed her.

Luckily for her, Nie Huaisang was very loud and very vocal and very, very needy.

They made for a surprisingly great fit.

Jiang Yanli had perhaps been forced to step into a maternal role a bit too early – Jiang Cheng had always been a soft child, and their father’s dislike of him had hurt him deeply where it had always seemed somewhat unimportant to Jiang Yanli, and Wei Wuxian was of course a big baby masquerading as a man. Her mother had always been disinterested in playing the mother, more fond of training and discipline, and so they’d turned to her when they were young, and still did today. Back at home, they would often descend to bickering and playing for her attention when she was around, knowing how much she liked it: Wei Wuxian demanding to be called A-Xian and fed spoonfuls like a toddler (albeit one capable of eating extremely spicy food), Jiang Cheng too proud to go that far but somehow managing to lose at least ten years of maturity, always looking at her hopefully to affirm that he did well and to sneak him treats behind everyone’s back.

That was the way she liked it, too. Possibly more than she really should, but it made her feel wanted and useful in a way that her weak cultivation never would.

Nie Huaisang, in contrast, had always been babied - by his father, by his over-protective older brother, by his long-suffering sect that nevertheless indulged him in everything. He’d suffered some things (his father’s death, first and foremost) when he was very young, and it sometimes seemed as he’d reacted to that by purposefully staying that age forever: useless and self-indulgent, spoiled and with a tendency to fuss, an unreasonable expectation that he could just turn his big eyes on anyone in his vicinity and they would immediately feel moved to cater to his every need.

Nie Huaisang, in other words, was just her type.

He was calling her ‘Jiang-jiejie’ within a shichen, putting his head on her shoulder a shichen after that, and kicking up such a dramatic fuss about everything that even Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng – who had come over with threats in their eyes about a strange man, even one of their friends, sticking himself so close to her – had ended up encouraging her to see what she could do to calm him down a little.

After they left, she looked down at his pathetic form and said, “You did that on purpose, you little brat.”

Nie Huaisang looked up at her with an impish grin that somehow still suited the tear stains on his face. “That’s true, but Jiang-jiejie won’t tell on me,” he said, as certain as any child. “Besides, this way we get to spend time together – and if we’re together, my guards will protect you as they do me, and your brothers won’t have to worry so much. Aren’t I smart?”

“Such a thoughtful child,” she praised, and he puffed himself up. “But you shouldn’t mislead your big brothers like that, you know. You could have just told them what you were thinking.”

“But where’d the fun in that be?” he said, and put his head on her shoulder again. “Jiang-jiejie will take care of me while I’m here.”

“Of course,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you if you’re naughty, either.”

She did, too. She made him food out of the terrible provisions they received, she brushed his hair and let him teach her how to do his braids, she tucked him in at night before heading back to her tent, and even sat with him and helped him with his memorization and his chores – and when it was called for, she smacked him lightly on the backs of his hands that he held out to her for the specific purpose, scolded him and made him apologize.

She didn’t have any time to spare to worry about the Wen sect.

It was great.

“Uh, shijie,” Wei Wuxian said after a while. “Are you sure you’re okay with Nie Huaisang? He’s really…sticky.”

“He’s adorable,” Jiang Yanli said.

“He’s taking advantage of you,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed how he gets to sit with you in the shade instead of working with us.”

“He sits in the shade because the Nie sect disciples do his share of the work,” Jiang Yanli pointed out. “Just as you do for me.”

“Yeah, but…”

“He’s harmless,” Jiang Yanli said, even though she suspected that if he were pushed to it Nie Huaisang could escalate from brat past menace into actual threat. Hopefully it would never come that. “And it’s good to have company.”

“What do you even talk about?” Jiang Cheng asked. His cheeks were oddly flushed red, and he was averting his eyes – even more oddly, so was Wei Wuxian, who she previously would have said was too shameless to be embarrassed by anything.

“Art, mostly,” she said, puzzled, and even more puzzled when they both flinched. “Recently we were discussing famous landscape artists from the southern part of Gusu.”

“Oh, landscapes,” Wei Wuxian said, exhaling in relief. “That’s all right then. Glad you’re having a good time, shijie.”

“Have fun,” Jiang Cheng agreed, bobbing his head up and down like a fishing bird.

Later, Jiang Yanli narrated the conversation to Nie Huaisang and gave him a stern look when he started giggling. 

“Would you care to explain the joke to your Jiang-jiejie?” she asked, and he waved his hands for a moment of time to catch his breath before explaining to her that he had spent most of his time at the Cloud Recesses acting as a purveyor of a very different type of art.

Jiang Yanli rolled her eyes – fondly, of course, she was always very fond of her boys, even when they forgot that she was three years older than they were – and said, “All right, then, and when were you going to share some with me?”

“I was trying to figure out what types of things you liked first!” Nie Huaisang protested, and this was why she spent so much time with him even when her other boys were also here – he didn’t forget that she was the jiejie, the one who took care of him and made the decisions about what was appropriate, and he was the didi. He didn’t assume that being a man was more important than age, didn’t put aside their “games” of caring in favor of a valiant warlike demeanor; he remained, wonderfully, the same. “I’d gotten it down to three – here, you take this one; let me know what you think.” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out to make sure no one comes by while you’re reading.”

“If it’s anything too filthy, you’ll be punished,” she told him, and he looked so delighted by the notion that she suspected she was going to be getting something very filthy indeed. “Little boys don’t need to be looking at such things.”

“Without supervision,” he clarified, and sat down next to her with bright eyes full of anticipation, somehow even more shameless than Wei Wuxian. “From a qualified adult. Like Jiang-jiejie!”

The artwork was utterly filthy, but it was, in fact, just the sort of thing she liked when she snuck into her mother’s rooms to sneak peeks at books filched from the high shelves – better, even, and Nie Huaisang seemed to have an endless supply of it even though he complained bitterly that he’d only brought the cheap stuff that he wouldn’t mind losing, and that the best of that had been mostly bartered away.

That was what it was for, she discovered. Nie Huaisang was selling pornography to bored Wen sect retainers in exchange for creature comforts – better food, a nicer resting place, leniency when he inevitably failed to complete some chore or another – and using the conversations to elicit information.

Not spying, per se, that was far too serious for someone as determinedly frivolous as Nie Huiasang, but it was nice to know when the Wen sect was planning a surprise inspection in the morning or if it was a good day to put on their worst clothing because they were going to be wading through mud.

“You could be quite dangerous if you wanted to be,” she commented to Nie Huaisang one evening while she was brushing his hair. He was very particular about his braids, but he let her do the brushing and oiling; the repetitive action calmed his anxiety, and seeing him calm down and relax into her care in turn calmed her own. “You’re very good at being underestimated.”

“I think I’m estimated at just about right, actually,” he joked. If it had been Jiang Cheng saying it, he would have been turning a dagger on himself with the words; if it had been Wei Wuxian, he would have been boasting; with Nie Huaisang, it was just a joke. He had the confidence to be openly useless – the surest sign of a supportive loving family, she thought wistfully. “What about you? How dangerous are you when you’re not thinking about how to take care of someone?”

“I’m always thinking of that,” she chided him, and tugged lightly on his braids in chastisement; he shivered and quailed very satisfactorily when she did that. Such a good boy for her, when he wanted to be; a very good little brat the rest of the time. “And you know I’m not much of a cultivator.”

“Neither am I,” he said. “I still think Jiang-jiejie could be very scary if she put her mind to it.”

It was nice that he thought so. Nobody else did – perhaps what was why she’d become so interested in caring for people, in making food that they liked and brushing their hair and taking care of their clothing, the sorts of feminine arts that puzzled her mother and weren’t even necessary for a sect leader’s daughter to know how to do. She did it because it was something she could do that, and after a while it became something she longed to do.

Jiang Yanli loved taking care of people.

And Nie Huaisang was so very good at being taken care of. 

Even better than her little A-Xian, if she would allow herself the traitorous little thought – Wei Wuxian liked to play the child for her sometimes, to be spoiled, but he would get bored soon enough, staying only long enough for a few bites of soup and then running off to bicker with Jiang Cheng or to be the brave and chivalrous da-shixiong of the Jiang sect.

Not so Nie Huaisang. He was her little brat all day long: whining and in need of comfort one moment, running too far ahead and in need of a scolding the next, always pushing his luck to see what he could get away with. He was soft, like her; bad at cultivating and good at things like painting and cooking and gossip, feminine things, domestic things, which meant that they had an endless supply of things to talk about that no one else cared about. He made mischief but was obedient, and he thrived under the structure she provided for him, coaxed into doing what he ought and directed away from doing what he shouldn’t.

He was adorable, in a way that she’d never felt about her actual brothers.

Her newest little didi, her A-Sang.

They were, perhaps, growing a little too close.

(But no, Jiang Yanli still maintained the boundaries of being a proper young lady, good obedient Jiang-guniang. Even if she had picked up a very specific pornography habit – but she was never going to tell anyone about that.)

Still, it came as a surprise when they were all in the dark, wretched cave, when the Wen sect threatened them and the corrupted Xuanwu lashed out against the walls to bring down rocks, when one of the Nie sect disciples pushed her behind a rock, shouting, “Take care of Nie-gongzi!” to her as if they really expected her to keep him safe.

“Your men trust me too much,” she said into Nie Huaisang’s hair – his arms were wrapped around her, his eyes watching the battlefield, flicking from side to side as he tracked the course of battle with far more expertise than her. “Don’t you think they meant for you to take care of me?”

“They want you to help keep me from being upset,” he said, and disengaged from her long enough to pick up a fallen sword and throw it with surprising accuracy into the fray – it pieced one of the Wen sect soldiers from behind, breaking their battle line, and the Nie sect disciples overwhelmed them. 

It was a masterful stroke, but Nie Huaisang recoiled from his own hand as if he’d been burned by it. His eyes were wide and white all around the edges, old fears rearing up to rend him into pieces from the inside - she knew the look of it.

“It’s all right,” she said, whispering in his ear. “You did well, didi.”

His shoulders relaxed.

Whatever had made Nie Huaisang so very afraid of shedding blood must had hurt him very deeply, Jiang Yanli thought, and the Nie sect knew it. It all made sense now: that was why they indulged him, why they spoiled him, why they allowed him to grow up as useless as he was, even as they feared him falling into danger. 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t be dangerous - but he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

(Jiang Yanli was very curious to meet the older brother he spoke so very much about. Nearly as much as she spoke of Wei Wuxian or Jiang Cheng, in fact, and didn’t that say everything she needed to know?)

“You should be careful, Jiang-jiejie,” Nie Huaisang murmured as they watched from their safe place as the battle raged on. Every once in a while, he intervened, each strike perfectly placed to cause maximum damage and showing that no matter how much he whined about training there was still muscle and deadly instincts beneath his skin; after each move, she would squeeze him tight and help him regulate his breathing, suppressing the panic attack he immediately fell into so that it could be postponed until a more convenient time. “I might grow to rely on you, and then where would we be? You’d have no choice but to come back to Qinghe and spend your life there with me.”

It was an offer, she thought in surprise, however gently phrased.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one getting a little too close. 

As it happened, Jiang Yanli didn’t have time to respond before the battle finally ended as abruptly as it had started, the Wen sect fleeing the Xuanwu and closing off the exit to the cave, trapping them inside with a ravenous Xuanwu – although one that couldn’t reach them in the corner where they cowered away from it.

The valorous men and women debated what ought to be done next.

The useless ones sat around and waited for their fates to be decided.

Oddly enough, this was the part that began to wear on her. The battle had passed almost without her noticing it, all her attention on caring for Nie Huaisang, but this aftermath - or preliminary, depending on how you looked at it - was utterly agonizing. Watching her brothers ignore her (useless in a fight), think nothing of her (they don’t need her to care for them), no one thought anything of her (what use is she if they don’t need her?) – and then watching them yell at each other and argue and fight without quarter, without mercy, and knowing that she couldn’t intervene, that she was pointless. Her own stress began rising rapidly, her heart beating hard, her breath starting to come short –

“Hey, Jiang-jiejie,” Nie Huaisang said.

She looked at him.

He smiled at her. “I’m hungry. You should make me some soup.”

“Brat,” Jiang Yanli said automatically, and her shoulders slowly came down, calm returning to her heart. He was obviously saying it to comfort her, she wasn’t stupid, but at the same time the request somehow suited her down to the ground and did the trick the way nothing else might have – after all, if her cowardly little brat had enough energy and attention to spare to be begging for food, things couldn’t be that bad. “What type of soup were you thinking?”

His smile widened as he watched the Xuanwu thrashing in the lake, dissatisfied that it could not capture them and rend their bones with its teeth. “Turtle soup.”

(They served it at their wedding.)

[meltwonu]

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↪ ✦ super duper party people ✦

this chapter pairing; incubus!96z(Jun/Hoshi/Wonwoo/Woozi) x reader

genre&warnings; this is literally a 5-some djfhsd(96z gangbang hskshdksjh). incubus!seventeen, double penetration/anal, blowjobs, handjobs, cum eating, bukakke,  (minor)subspace, tentacles(as if there weren’t enough cocks in this), 2woo(wonwoo/woozi) have a (minor)crying kink don’t look at me, degradation/namecalling/dumbification, dirty talk. ☠️ hooooooly jesus please dont come for me kdfks 😩😩😩

notes; *hypnagogia is that weird threshold between being awake and being asleep where some people experience hallucinations/lucid dreaming/sleep paralysis. Also i have no excuses for this one LMAOOO SKJHFKJH this is def me indulging but thats what halloween is all about right? 🥴 SINS AND DECADENCE!! So enjoy~ have a good day/night!! stay hydrated and I'll see u tomorrow!! (also I accidentally sandwiched this one in between jun and wonwoo’s indiv fics so we got 96z action 3 days in a row kjfhsdkhf)🎃👻 💕

word count; ~3500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

ooh, all the girls and boys on the dance floor,

and they lose all their heads to the groove of the record;

drink a little velvet so you get into the beat,

strike a bolt of lighting and become a superfreak!

Club Hypnagogia was a small club.

A hole in the wall space tucked away on the further side of town that people tried to avoid after the sun went down. Most people knew it to be where the seedier characters tended to lurk, but the small niche knew it to be where the more supernatural characters gathered instead.

You take a sip of your drink, eyes already focused on the two males standing across the club. It wasn’t as busy tonight which came as a shock to you considering it was Halloween night, but they’d caught your eye as soon as you’d walked in and you found yourself unable to look away.

One was much taller than the other but both of them had the same sultry smirk painted on their lips and you soon found yourself already drawn to their allure as you abandon your drink and make your way across the club.

You already knew what you were in for when you stopped in front of them.

“My, my, such a pretty ‘lil thing, aren’t you?” The taller one comments.

You take in their appearances; red and black outfits that showed off their bodies and they also made no effort to hide their crimson eyes and black horns either.

“You’re Soonyoung’s plaything, correct me if I’m wrong.” The shorter one teases; lips easing into a knowing smile.

“Soonyoung’s? I thought she was Jun’s?”

Oops.

The two of them share a look, brows raised at you as you bite your lip. “Um…”

“Interesting. I take it you’re a regular around here then?” The taller one asks, stepping closer to you as you immediately feel their energy pour over you in an instant. “I---I guess you can s-say that…” You mumble.

“D’you think either of them would get mad about this, Wonwoo?”

“Dunno. Let’s find out.”

Wonwoo and Jihoon.

That’s what their names were.

They came as a set; nothing more and nothing less.

Unlike Soonyoung and Jun who always came individually, unwilling to share their time with you.

“Look at you, crying while you choke on Jihoon’s cock.” Wonwoo laughs, legs crossed as he sits in a chair across the bed. “Does Soonyoung make you cry prettily too? Or maybe Jun?” Jihoon’s hands tangle in your hair, holding you still as he thrusts into your mouth. You gag around his cock as your own fingertips rub at yourself through your panties that already stick to you like a second skin.

“She’s even touching herself while she chokes on my cock like a good fuckin’ cockslut.”

Wonwoo gets up from his seat, cropped top shifting slightly to show off his toned abs and slim waist as he joins the two of you on the king size bed. Thank god for the private rooms, you’d said.

He sizes up behind you, his hand over Jihoon’s as he holds your head still for the other male. “Bet you’re already thinking about both of our cocks inside of you at the same time, huh?” There’s a pause and a smirk from Wonwoo, “You wanna be a good plaything for us and let us use your holes like a good cock hungry slut but what are you gonna do about that mouth of yours, hmm? Nothing to keep it filled.”

Jihoon catches his drift, a smirk of his own plastered onto his features as he cuts your airways off with his cock. “Should we invite some friends? Y’know, somethin’ to keep your mouth busy?”

You feel a shiver run up your spine, head fuzzy at the lightheadedness and the thought of more hands on your already burning skin.

Jihoon pulls his cock out of your mouth as you sputter and drool. “Well?”

“Y-yes…” You croak, stray tears slipping down your cheeks as Jihoon tilts your head up to meet his stare. “What was that? Say it louder.”

“Yes, I---I want… I want m-more… I wanna choke o-on cock while the--the two of you f-fuck my c-cunt and my ass…” Tears spill down your cheek as the lust pools in you and Jihoon is quick to lean down, tongue already lapping up the salty tears. He smirks, “You’re so pretty when you cry, y’know?”

Wonwoo nods, licking his lips. “Especially when you’re begging about wanting more cocks in your pretty body.”

“Christ, the two of you are somethin’ else.” A voice chips in. You sniffle, turning your head slightly to see Soonyoung and Jun standing by the door.

You whimper their names as they step closer to the large bed, both also adorning the same knowing smirk that Wonwoo and Jihoon had when you’d seen them for the first time.

“I’ll admit, I’m not particularly good with sharing but my, are you a sight for sore eyes. Sandwiched between two incubus and still wanting more. Tsk, and I thought I was enough for you.” Soonyoung smirks, fingertips reaching out to cup your tear-stained cheeks.

Jun joins you on the bed, leaning up against the headboard. “I will say, you’re quite the risk-taker for a human. Wanting to get fucked by all four of us at once. Care to give us a reason why we even should?”

You let out a choked sob, lips chapped. “I--it’s ‘cause… I--” The words die on your tongue, slightly embarrassed.

Wonwoo takes the hint, chuckling under his breath. “Lemme guess, human males don’t do it for you, do they? They don’t know what you want. Or rather, when you tell them, it scares them off. You want to be treated like a plaything, holes stuffed full of cock ‘n cum until your brain is just a pile of mush, right? You like it when we use our abilities to make you feel good, our tentacles when they wrap around your pretty throat or when they fuck your ‘lil ass with our cocks shoved deep inside your cunt filling you to the brim with cum until it’s spilling out of you. You’re an ‘freak’ to normal standards. Tell me if I’ve hit the nail on the head, or if I should keep going.”

Your fingers still tucked between your legs press hard into your clit at his filthy words, shaky eyes unsure of who to look at first.

“Y--yes… You’re r-right...” You whisper quietly.

Soonyoung leans in, lips ghosting against yours.

“Then let’s indulge.”

You were used to Soonyoung and Jun both using their ‘abilities’ for added pleasure; almost addicted to the way they each knew exactly what you wanted and needed.

“Hey, fuck, it’s my turn!” Soonyoung grumbles, trying to bat away Wonwoo’s fingers that were knuckle deep in your pussy. 

This was precisely why he never liked sharing.

You were on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, lips wrapped around Jun’s cock and one hand wrapped around Jihoon’s as you worked them both. Wonwoo and Soonyoung were both behind you, arguing as Wonwoo thrusted his index and middle finger into your tight cunt.

“Cripes, Soonyoung, give us a break. And anyway, who says we both can’t finger her pussy at the same time.” Soonyoung’s annoyed expression turns into one of agreement; spitting on his fingers before he positions them next to Wonwoo’s. He sinks them in and you moan around Jun’s cock at how full you felt with four of their fingers fucking you open and getting you read to take their cocks.

You squeeze Jihoon a little harder when you feel a tentacle slithering across your torso, wrapping itself around your midsection to keep you upright as another two wrap themselves around your breasts. The sensations are almost too much for you to handle, but you try your best to stave off your orgasm for now.

“Hmm, we have her cunt filled up but what about her cute ‘lil ass, huh? Give her what she wants already.” Jun comments. You clench around Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s fingers, whimpering when you feel them both spit onto the puckered rim.

This time, a smaller tentacle slithers up your leg until you feel it prodding at your ass and Jun pulls you off of his cock, licking his lips at the precum and drool that drips onto the sheets under you. “Let’s hear it, princess. How much do you want it?”

Your grip momentarily loosens around Jihoon when Wonwoo and Soonyoung both curl their fingers right into your g-spot. “Pl-please... I--I want… I want you to---to fuh--fuck me… use, ah, my h-holes like I’m your--your toy…”

Jihoon laughs in amazement, “Shit, you’re fuckin’ cute. I could get used to you.”  

Jun rubs the head of his cock against your lips, smearing the precum on them before you part your lips for him once more.

You start a rhythm again, letting Jun fuck your mouth and running your hand up as down Jihoon’s cock as you fuck yourself on Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s fingers. The tentacle slowly eases past the rim of muscle and you moan around Jun’s cock at the fullness you feel when it starts fucking into you as well.

“Hmm~ Look at our 'lil dumb cumslut. Filled up just like she wanted. Must be so happy, huh?” Soonyoung teases.

The urge to cum is strong and you feel your self control starting to slip quicker and quicker, unable to warn any of them when your body suddenly seizes up in between them all.

“Oh~ She’s cumming~” Wonwoo singsongs; wiggling his fingers inside of you as your walls flutter around his and Soonyoung’s fingers.

In an instant, they all pull away from you, watching as your body slumps to the sheets and your whole body trembles. Your fingertips go numb, head muddled at the intensity of your orgasm that you seem to momentarily black out.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty when she cums~”

Your eyes clamp shut with unshed tears and you can’t even tell who’s speaking anymore, but the tentacle wrapped around your waist slowly starts to lift you back into your previous position as you whine in sensitivity.

“Since it’s our first time with our new plaything, why don’t Jihoon and I have the honours?”

“Just say you wanna fuck her ass, Wonwoo, it’s fine.” Jun retorts.

Wonwoo shrugs in return, a cocky smirk on his lips. “Okay, I wanna fuck her ass and Jihoon wants to fuck her cunt. The two of you have already gotten to play with her so it’s our turn, isn't it?” He turns to Jihoon who nods, head tilted in mock thought. “Seems fair to me, ‘Woo.”

Soonyoung and Jun both narrow their eyes at the other males, lips pursed. “Fine.” They comment in unison.

“See, the two of you are capable of sharing.”

“Shut up, Wonwoo.”

You feel yourself being readjusted as Jihoon slides underneath you; hand wrapped around his cock as he positions it at your entrance.

You take a shaky breath, lowering yourself down onto him as you brace your shaky hands on his chest. “Oh, f-fuck…” It takes a moment for you to adjust to his size, clenching around him in a vice grip. “You’re s-so big…” Whimpering, the other three watch on as your, still, sensitive body sits pretty on Jihoon’s waist.

Their hands itch to get onto you; eyes fixated on the way you start to swivel your hips on Jihoon’s lap. “Shit, she’s so tight and wet around my cock…” Jihoon mumbles, hands on your waist to replace the tentacles that’d disappeared again.

“Fuck, okay, please tell me I can fuck you already too.” Wonwoo groans, hand wrapped around his own cock as he jerks himself off behind you.

“P---please, Wonwoo…”

He pushes you down until you’re chest to chest with Jihoon, exhaling harshly when he sees how stretched out your cunt was around the other male’s cock. “Fuck, baby, d’you even think you can take me?” He teases.

You let out a series of whines, shaking your hips slightly when Wonwoo rubs the head of his cock at the tight ring of muscle. “Yes, p-please, it’s--it’s, hah, not my first t-time, you don’t have--have to, ah, treat me l-like glass...” He lets out a small scoff, slowly easing his cock in.

“Okay, but you fuckin’ said it, princess. Once me and Jihoon start fuckin’ you ‘til you break, you can’t complain, okay?”

You nod your head shakily, groaning at the feeling of them both inside of you when Wonwoo finally bottoms out. “Fuckin’ do i-it then, make it s-so I only k-know your cocks, fuckin’ ruin m-me…” You slur out.

Soonyoung whistles in surprise as Jun’s eyes widen. “Shit, do you think we influenced her too much with our energy?” The latter asks, only slightly concerned. Soonyoung kneels to your side, tilting your head up until your lust filled eyes meet his.

“How’re you feeling, baby? Too much?” He asks, leaning down once to kiss you on the lips before he pulls away. “I--I feel g-good… really r-really good…” You swivel your hips, letting the two other males you wanted them to move. And they quickly take the hint as Wonwoo draws his hips back before he thrusts back into you as Jihoon cants his hips up into you at the same time, making you cry out at the way they filled you at the same time.

“Fuh--fuck, please…” You beg, unsure of what you even wanted now that you were close to satisfied. Soonyoung tilts your head back towards his cock, tapping your cheek with the head of it as he smears his precum against your skin.

“Open.”

Your lips part and you stick your tongue out, letting Soonyoung fuck your open mouth as you gag around him. You feel the tentacle come slithering back, wrapping itself around your midsection again just as Jun’s fingertips wrap around your wrist.

“Figured I should help you a little, hmm? Can’t have you falling over Jihoon now, can we?” Chuckling, he brings your hand towards his cock as you slowly wrap your hand around him. You let Soonyoung tangle a hand in your hair as you get used to the feeling of all four of them in and around you.

“She’s such a good ‘lil plaything. Can’t believe neither of you shared before.” Jihoon jokes; reaching up to pinch one of your nipples as you moan around Soonyoung.

“It’s ‘cause her fuckin’ cunt is too good to share. I was being selfish on purpose.” Soonyoung grits out. Laughing, Jun thrusts into your closed fist, “Hey, I was maybe willing to share. Neither of you bothered to ask.”

“Neither of us knew she was this fuckin’ good, genius.” Wonwoo retorts. He places his hands on your ass, blunt nails digging into your skin as he alternates his thrusts with Jihoon. “But hey, now that we do, I guess she’ll be seeing more of us, huh?”

You clench around him and Jihoon, whimpering around Soonyoung, and gripping Jun just a little tighter at the thought of seeing them again. 

You could get used to that. 

“Guess she likes the idea.” Jihoon mutters. “Although, it seems like Soonyoung’s still a little reluctant.”

A certain warmth pours over you, eyes fluttering shut at the sensations overwhelming your body. Your head feels fuzzy and unfocused; body feeling weightless as they continue to fuck into you. This was definitely more than your usual encounters with Soonyoung or Jun. 

The head of Jihoon’s cock grazes against your g-spot and you whine around Soonyoung; thrusting your hips back as you chase the feeling. You do your best to keep your hand on Jun as well, tightening your fist around him as a high pitched whine spills from his lips.

You’re unsure of how much time has passed, only able to focus on the way they all fall into a rhythm that keeps you wanting more.

You needed to cum again.

Wonwoo and Jihoon can feel the way you tighten around them both, doubling their pace as they, too, chase their highs.

Jun’s fingertips circle your wrist, tugging you off of him as he goes to lean against the headboard again. “Hey, Soonyoung, let’s let them have their moment.” He grins, wrapping a hand around his cock as he watches. Soonyoung grunts but nods in agreement, slipping his cock from between your lips as you sputter and catch your breath.

“How’re you feeling, princess?” Soonyoung asks.

“H--huh?” You blink slowly, hazy eyes unable to focus on the male.

“My, my, I think we really did fuck her into our dumb ‘lil cockslut.” Wonwoo laughs, fucking into you faster now that Soonyoung and Jun had eased off. “Isn’t that right? Just a dumb set of holes for us to fuck and play with.”

“Y-yeah…” You whisper; head rolling as Soonyoung rests next to Jun against the headboard. Your body buzzes as you let Wonwoo and Jihoon fuck into you at a harsh pace, losing their rhythm as they feel their impending orgasms.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, cum with us, princess. Let us feel how fuckin’ tight you get for both of us while we fill you up with cum.” Jihoon growls, fingertips reaching down to rub at your clit.

The action proves to be too much as you cum on his command, lips parting in a high pitched cry while you clamp down on both of them. Their hips stutter as they follow suit, cocks snug inside you as they ride out their highs with you. The tentacle wrapped around your waist disappears again in the midst of your orgasm and you feel your body go slack; arms and legs trembling as you do your best to not fall onto Jihoon.

“Hoo~ Isn’t that a sight, Jun? She’s so fucked out of her mind right now, she can barely even hold herself up.” 

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, riding out the remnants of your orgasm as Wonwoo starts to pull out of you.

A garbled moan floats past your lips at the feeling and you can’t help but thrust your hips back as you chase for him to fill you up again.

“Chist, she’s insatiable.” Wonwoo quips, eyes hyper-focused on the cum that drips down from your ass. He wraps a strong arm around your midsection after a moment, helping you up as Jihoon slides out from underneath you.

You sit with your legs folded outwards, cum pooling underneath you onto the sheets. It feels warm and sticky; pin pricks on your skin as you sit in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Our turn~” Jun singsongs, gesturing to Soonyoung who gets up from his place, quicker than lightning.

They each kneel on either side of you, hands wrapped around their own cocks as they jerk themselves off above you. “Tongue out, princess.” Soonyoung groans.

You sit directly in between them as they cum, both of them covering your face and chest in rivulets of the warm, salty substance. It trickles down your hair, to your cheeks and mingles on the bed of your tongue as you grind down onto the sheets underneath you. Their moans draw you in and make you crave more, brows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as a wave of arousal floods your system again.

They all can tell as soon as it happens; eyes flashing a blood red as they, too, gain a new wave of energy from your actions.

Soonyoung and Jun scoot further away as their orgasms ebb off and all four of them pause to admire your body covered in cum.

You draw your tongue back in, swallowing the mix of Soonyoung and Jun’s cum and it’s the latter who leans back in; fingertips swiping at the cum that covers your eyelids. He brings the soaked digits to his lips, licking them clean as you gently open your eyes.

The first thing you see is all four of them in a half circle around you; the same dreamy smile plastered on all of their faces.

Your cheeks burn crimson as the shyness overtakes you with all of their eyes on you at once.

“Um…” You don’t even know what to say next, instead waiting on one of them to take the lead.

Jihoon’s the first one to scoot forward, gentle hands pushing you back down until your back rests against the soiled sheets. He parts your shaky legs, this time leaning over you as he grins.

“Well, we’ve got all night, princess. How about we indulge a little more?”

[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 2

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader, some wonwoo x reader

Word Count: 6k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cyber sex lol, angst, CHEATING, grinding, oral (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, mingyu is just sweet and it makes me sad, kinda fluff?

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: i really self indulged on this one... man i just wanna fuck frat boy mingyu is that too much to ask... anyways PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAPTER I PUT A LOT MORE TIME INTO THIS ONE so feedback would be very appreciated <3

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Sunlight peeked through your blinds the next morning, stirring you awake. You opened your eyes and snapped them shut again as the glare of the sun blinded you. Yawning, you reached for your phone and squinted at the pile of unread messages from Jisoo that had built up over the span of last night.

Jisoo: omg what u were here for like 2 seconds :(

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: i hope u feel better babe

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: wait

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: did something happen with wonwoo

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: i swear if he's mad at you for being a normal college student...

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: bitch answerrrrr :(

Sent at 10:53 PM

Jisoo: i'm staying the night somewhere i hope ur feeling okay <3 pls update me when u wake up

Sent at 12:06 AM

You laughed under your breath as you realized that it was 10 AM and Jisoo's side of the room still remained empty. From how last night was going, you could only assume that she was somewhere with Seungcheol. Classic Jisoo, you thought to yourself.

Just as you sat up in bed, your phone vibrated with another notification. You glanced down, expecting another text from Jisoo, but your eyes lit up as you saw Wonwoo's name on the screen instead.

Wonwoo: good morning :) do you wanna facetime?

Sent at 10:27 AM

Without replying, you quickly opened up your laptop and called Wonwoo. He answered after a few rings, his face filling the screen for the first time in a month.

"That was fast," He laughed. He must had just woken up because his voice always had a distinct rasp in the morning. His glasses also still rested on his nose and you could see his bare chest at the edge of the frame.

You smiled warmly. "I've missed you," you said, leaning closer to the camera.

"I missed you too," he gave you a toothless smile and ran a hand over his face. "I'm sorry I kept ditching you."

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I understand."

You stared at him for a moment, neither of you speaking; you almost didn't know what to say. After all this time, you felt like you didn't know anything that was going on in his life anymore. It was tearing at you slowly. You were watching your own boyfriend become a stranger to you.

Luckily, Wonwoo broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I just woke up. I need to shower."

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively and chuckled. "Oh?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you snickered. Wonwoo rested his arm behind his head and smirked at you.

"Can you blame me? I haven't been inside you in so long." He groaned. You felt your face burn at his bluntness. You looked down at your hands, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because he quickly asked, "Your roommate isn't there, right?"

"No," you replied, gazing back up at his face.

"Why're you so shy?" He grinned devilishly.

"I'm not," you protested. You began to toy with the bottom of the big tee shirt you were wearing.

Wonwoo sighed loudly. "I'm horny."

"I can tell." You replied with a chuckle. You slowly pulled the hem of your shirt up farther until your underwear could be seen. Wonwoo noticed this, biting his lip.

"Fuck," he breathed, "I miss your tight little pussy." Your skin heated up with each word he spoke. You watched as he removed his arm from behind his head; your mind instantly filled with images of him stroking himself. "Touch yourself for me." Wonwoo demanded.

Without a word, you leaned back against your pillows and slowly spread your legs for the camera. The wetness between your thighs was so intense at this point that your underwear was clinging to your folds.

Wonwoo let out a deep groan as he touched himself off camera. Your skin flushed even further as you watched his face contort in pleasure. "Take off your shirt," he muttered.

You obeyed, pulling the fabric over your head and leaving yourself mostly exposed. Your breasts bounced in view of the camera as you leaned forward and pulled your underwear down your legs. Wonwoo moaned, his head leaning back and exposing the veins in his neck. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."

You giggled and leaned back against the pillows again, this time exposing your nude body to him. You dragged your hand down to your heat and began to run your fingers through your folds. You let out a whine at the long-awaited contact. Your other hand squeezed at your breast, stimulating your sensitive nipples.

"Shit," Wonwoo hissed, "If I was there I'd be fucking you so hard. Making you moan my name for everyone to hear." You felt yourself clench at his filthy words. You bit your lip and rubbed your clit in circles.

"Mmh, shit." You moaned. "I miss you so much. Miss feeling your cock inside me." You heard Wonwoo's breathing grow heavier on his end of the line. You could tell he was going to cum soon. You pushed two fingers inside you, desperate to release.

Curling and scissoring your fingers deep inside you, intense pleasure began to take over your body. You threw your head back and whined loudly as you felt your orgasm approach. "Wonwoo," you moaned.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan at the sound of you moaning his name. "Fu- I'm cumming," he stuttered as he finally released.

You continued to pump your fingers inside of you while Wonwoo started to slow his breathing again. "Cum, baby," he said. You brought your other hand down to your clit and rubbed it in figure eights. Your legs twitched with pleasure, your walls clenching and pulsing around your fingers.

You cried out as your orgasm finally washed over you, your head falling back against the pillows behind you. You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds as you basked in the pleasure. Your heavy breathing began to calm.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Wonwoo wiping his hand with a tissue. He glanced at you and smiled. "Now that," he whistled as he laid back down against his mattress, "was unbelievably hot."

Your cheeks burned and you reached for your shirt to pull back over your head. "We should do that more often," he said.

You laughed. "Maybe."

Wonwoo sat up after a moment. "What time is it?" He asked.

You glanced at the clock. "Almost 11."

He groaned in frustration. "Fuck, I have to go. I have a group study soon."

"Oh," you replied.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly as he rose out of bed. "I'll call you Saturday, okay? I love you." You nodded silently.

"I love you too," you said right as he ended the call.

And then you were left alone, with sweat sticking to your skin and your soaked underwear balled up next to you. You shut your laptop and sat in silence for a few moments, staring out the window as you felt disappointment settle over you.

That was the first time you had seen his face in a month. Hell, that was the first full conversation you two had shared in so long. And it was over as quickly as it had begun.

Anxiety coursed through your veins. Was that all you had become to your boyfriend now? Just a number that he could call when he wanted to get off? Were you no longer someone he confided in?

You shook yourself out of your worried thoughts. Finally, you stood and walked over to the bathroom, your legs still a little weak beneath you, and turned the shower water on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror while you waited for the water to heat up. Your mind flashed with images of last night—of Mingyu staring down at you, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and the sound of you moaning his name.

You had told yourself that it had only affected you because you missed Wonwoo. Then how were you still left feeling unsatisfied after what just happened between you two?

Things were not the same as they once were, you noted as you stepped under the stream of hot water.

When you walked into your digital media class on Tuesday morning, you were hyperaware of each little movement you made. You kept your gaze fixated on the ground and carefully trotted up the stairs until you reached the row you always sat in. Glancing up, you saw Mingyu through the corner of your eye, his attention captured by his phone.

The sound of you setting your bag down was enough to pull him away from his device and look over at you. You sat down and stared forward, refusing to make eye contact with him. Your face started to burn in embarrassment; you didn’t know how you were going to make it through this class.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Saturday,” he paused, “I was drinking and I didn’t know what I was doing.” He said, breaking the silence. You forced yourself to finally look at him. He was back in his usual state: clean, pushed back hair and muscles concealed by his hoodie. You could see genuine remorse in the shine of his eyes and in the slight pout of his lip.

You shook your head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You reassured him. His troubled expression seemed to lighten up a bit at your words. He gave you a small smile and nodded his head.

“Good. Otherwise this class would’ve been a lot more awkward.” He chuckled and returned his attention to his phone.

You observed him for a minute, noticing the way he chewed on his bottom lip in concentration. Your body flushed again as you thought about his lips: how close they were to yours, the words they whispered to you, how you imagined they would feel against you skin. You tore your gaze away from Mingyu, your heart beating a little faster than before.

You needed to get a grip. There was no way you were going to make it through the rest of this semester if you spent every class getting flustered while reminiscing your half-asleep-wet-dream-fantasy of Mingyu.

Sighing and choosing to ignore the pressing thoughts in the back of your mind, you pulled out your laptop and buried yourself in your notes until the professor strolled into the room and began the lecture.

You managed to successfully ignore Mingyu’s presence for most of the class, despite him sitting only a few feet to your side. You were only reminded of his existence again when your professor announced: “We will be working on a project for the next week. Everybody needs a partner.”

You and Mingyu glanced at each other, as the two of you normally collaborated on assignments in class. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up before you returned your attention to the professor.

“You will write two articles on events or people in the community. For the first, one of you will write and the other will be responsible for photography. For the second, you switch.” He explained briefly.

The lecture came to an end a few minutes later, and the room instantly started buzzing with conversation as students stood up and scrambled to find partners. You turned to Mingyu and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“I guess I should get your number so we can talk about the project?” Mingyu suggested, pulling out his phone.

“Uh... yeah, okay,” You replied awkwardly as you typed your number into his phone. You cursed yourself internally for letting this happen. This class used to be fun: you and Mingyu casually talked and exchanged answers and cracked jokes with each other and that was that. You didn’t know much about his life, and you didn’t need to. Hell, you didn’t even know he was part of a fraternity. But now that was all ruined. You couldn’t even look at him without feeling small and awkward. And all of this was to blame on some cheap alcohol and your stupid hormones.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts as you handed Mingyu’s phone back to him. “So, do you have any ideas?” You prompted.

Mingyu’s face contorted as he thought for a moment. “Um, my frat’s doing some charity event this week,” he said. When you didn’t respond for a moment, he panicked and added, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. We can just-“

“It’s perfect.” You cut him off, snickering at his uncertainty. “Since you know more about it, you can write that one, and I can come and take pictures.” Relief flooded his features and he let out a breath. “When is it?” You asked.

“Thursday.”

“I’ll see you there, then,” you smiled.

The next day passed quickly and before you knew it, the evening of the fundraiser had arrived. You and Mingyu had texted casually the past couple of days; he just gave you details on the fundraiser and tried to come up with an article idea for you.

You strolled through campus on that Thursday afternoon, wrapping your denim jacket around your torso a little tighter as a chilled breeze blew through the air. The brisk atmosphere of late autumn was finally starting to settle in. You quickened your pace, wanting to reach the university quad before you froze.

As you neared the quad, you could hear distant chatter and laughter. You rounded the corner and took in the view of the surprisingly large crowd that gathered near the booth the SVT frat had set up. They were having a raffle for a voucher for free textbooks. Whoever came up with the idea was genius; you couldn’t think of a better way to get broke college students to participate in something.

You walked up to the booth, camera bag in hand, and immediately recognized the boy sitting behind it. It was Seokmin. His eyes lit up as he saw your familiar face. “Hey! Y/N, right?” He greeted you. You told him yes and smiled before greeting him back.

“Do you know where Mingyu is?” You asked, scanning over your shoulder for the tall boy.

Seokmin squinted as he stood up and looked around the quad. “Uh, he was somewhere around here earlier.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “He’s probably off being an idiot.” You laughed and fiddled with the camera in your hands.

Just as you were about to ask if you could take a picture, someone shook your shoulders from behind. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jisoo bounced in front of you, Seungcheol by her side.

“Jisoo? I didn’t realize you were a member of the frat now?” You joked before holding up the camera. “I have to take pictures for a class project.” You explained.

Seungcheol wrapped his arm around Jisoo’s waist and said, “You can take a picture of us.” She agreed excitedly, already posing and smiling before you even pulled out the camera.

You stepped back and looked through the lens, making sure that the booth was visible in the background. “Okay, say cheese!” You said as you snapped the picture.

A pair of hands then poked you in your sides, causing you to yelp loudly and nearly drop the camera. You whipped your head around and saw Mingyu’s taunting face smirking down at you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“God, you scared me! You’re lucky I didn’t drop the camera.” You cried, playfully smacking him in the arm.

Mingyu held his hands up next to his face in defense. “Woah, sorry. My bad.” He chuckled. Jisoo and Seungcheol approached you two, butting in on your conversation.

“You know Mingyu?” Seungcheol asked, glancing between you two and raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we’re partners for a project.” Mingyu explained briefly while checking over his shoulder. He turned to you. “Let’s go take these pictures fast, yeah? It’s kinda cold.” Before you could even respond, he linked his arm with yours and walked you away from the booth and into the small crowd of students.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. “We got out of there fast.” You noted.

Mingyu sighed. “Yeah, sorry. Cheol’s just weird about certain stuff.”

You were even more confused now. “What do you mean?”

“He just like- he tries to set me up with people all the time and I don’t want him the get the wrong idea of us.” He dismissed quickly before saying: “Why don’t you get some pictures of the people standing around here? Just take a few. We don’t need that many.”

“Oh... okay.” You responded hesitantly. You lifted the camera up again and snapped a couple more pictures of students conversing and walking up to the booth to buy raffle tickets. Mingyu stood next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, impatiently tapping his foot. He flashed you a relieved smile when you turned to him.

“All done?”

“We should be.” You replied while placing the camera back in the bag.

“Okay, we can go back to the house and work on the article together,” he said, “there’s gonna be some people from here hanging around there later but they shouldn’t be too loud.”

You agreed and began walking with him towards the SVT frat house. The sun was beginning to set now, and the air nipped at your exposed skin as the temperature continued to drop. You stared down at your shoes while you walked, your mind still fixating on Mingyu’s strange behavior.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to ask: “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s eyes met with yours. Confusion overtook his features in response to your question. “Yeah?” He chuckled.

“Sorry,” you spoke, “you were just acting weird earlier.”

Mingyu sighed and stared ahead silently for a moment. “I don’t know,” he started, “I guess I just still feel bad about last weekend.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you revisited the memory once again.

“Sorry for bringing it up again. I know we should probably just move on already cause it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just... feel like I overstepped. So... I’m sorry.” He rambled.

You looked up at him again. “You don’t have to feel bad. I’m not mad at you.” You exhaled. “But you’re right... we should just move on.”

Mingyu gave you a small nod before changing the subject. “Did you figure out an article idea yet?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’ll be fine. There’s so much that goes on around campus.”

Your conversation slowly died out, but thankfully you arrived at the SVT frat shortly after. Mingyu opened the front door and allowed you to step through before walking in behind you and shutting it. The house was warm; you shivered as your skin adjusted to the change in temperature. You slipped your shoes off and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to guide you through the house.

Mingyu led you to the dining room, crying out as he rounded the corner. “Seriously, Seungkwan?” He huffed.

A boy sat at the head of the table, textbooks sprawled across the surface. A few other people sat at the table with notebooks and laptops in front of them, watching Mingyu with confused expressions on their faces.

The boy—Seungkwan—stood up from his chair with his jaw dropped. “What do you mean ‘seriously, Seungkwan’?” He mocked Mingyu’s deep voice. “You know I have group study every Thursday!” He cried.

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He responded.

Seungkwan sat back down and calmly resumed his studies as if nothing had happened. You assumed that this must be typical behavior between the two. Staring at Mingyu with wide eyes, he turned to you.

“Is it fine if we go work on it in my room?” He asked, his voice lowered.

You felt blood rush through your ears. You swallowed. “Yeah,” you exhaled.

Mingyu led you up the stairs and down the hall. When he opened the door to his room, you were surprised by how clean it was. Everything was organized neatly and the room smelled fresh.

You heard the door click shut behind you, and your heart started beating faster.

“We can just sit on the floor,” Mingyu spoke. His deep voice startled you a bit. You walked further into the room and sat down with your legs crossed, resting your back against his bed frame as you set the camera down next to you. Mingyu sat down, his knee only a few inches away from yours.

Reaching behind his head for the laptop sitting on his bed, he pulled it into his lap and opened up the article.

“I’m not completely done yet.” He smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine. You’re farther than I am.” You reassured him while you took the camera out of the bag again.

He laughed, “That’s true.” You placed the camera in his hands. “Alright, let me just get these pictures pulled up on here.”

You nodded and looked down as you played with your hands. You began to wonder what Wonwoo would think if he knew that you were in some other guy’s room right now.

You frowned and pulled your phone out of your pocket. You opened up your messages and went to send a text to Wonwoo when you realized that the message you had sent him last night was still unread. A dark, heavy feeling settled over your chest. Why did he act as if you didn’t exist anymore? Why would he suggest doing long distance when he couldn’t even commit to it?

You shut your phone off and set it on the floor next to you, staring forward. You exhaled, trying to stop the tightness growing in your throat.

Mingyu was leaned over his computer, his lips pursed in concentration. The definition of his triceps was visible through his sweatshirt. “These pictures actually didn’t turn out too horrible.” He said after a few moments of silence.

You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He brought his gaze to meet yours, a teasing smile on his lips. “No, they’re actually good.”

“Thanks,” you squeaked, the intensity of his gaze making you nervous. You felt blood rush through your veins. You broke eye contact, glancing down at his nose, and then at his lips that were parted slightly. You quickly looked up to his eyes again, but now they held a knowing look in them. He knew exactly what thoughts were going through your mind.

You inched closer to him, your breath getting caught in your throat as you noticed him bringing his face closer to yours. Your heart raced as you fluttered your eyes shut. His lips brushed against yours and you leaned closer, but then you felt him pull away.

“Do you really have a boyfriend?” He asked.

You sighed, opening your eyes slowly and looking into his concerned ones again. You pressed your lips into a line and looked down shamefully.

“I do,” you admitted. That tight feeling in your throat began to come back. Mingyu was silent. “I’m sorry.”

As you spoke your voice cracked and tears began to spill from your eyes. You felt Mingyu’s warm, soft skin caress your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Hey. Shhh, don’t cry.” He whispered. His brows were furrowed in concern as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “You can talk to me about it. I’ll listen.”

God, how you hated that he knew exactly what to do and what to say. You hated that he was giving you everything you had craved the past two months without even realizing it. You hated how he made it so easy to confide in him when you had a boyfriend that was supposed to be there for you instead—a boyfriend that was becoming a stranger to you.

You closed your eyes, causing more tears to fall down your face. “I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice a broken whisper.

You inhaled a shaky breath. “We’re long distance. But he barely talks to me anymore.” You explained. You brought your hand up to hold the wrist that was still caressing your face. “I just feel so alone. It feels like he’s given up on me.”

Mingyu was silent. The only audible sound in the room was your uneven breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “you deserve better than that.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his sweet words.

“What do you want?” He questioned.

You opened your eyes. You were no longer crying, but your face was still wet with tears. Mingyu was staring at you with that same concerned look: eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide and conflicted, lips slightly parted.

“I just want someone to care.” You muttered.

He brought his face closer to yours again. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his eyes were half shut as he whispered: “I can take care of you.”

Your breath hitched.

“Do you want that?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Mingyu finally brought his lips to yours, kissing you hard and passionately. He left slow, open-mouthed kisses against your lips. The hand on your face gently squeezed, puckering out your lips as he continued to kiss them.

You brought your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks as he pulled you into his lap. Your hips rested on top of his, straddling him, and you felt his tongue dart out against your lips. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

You ground your core into his lap, feeling his length begin to harden beneath the fabric of his jeans. He groaned into your mouth as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

This is all that you had wanted: someone to care for you, to touch you, to pay attention to you and make you feel wanted.

Mingyu brought both of his hands down to your hips, pushing you down against him as he lifted his hips up towards you. “Let me make you feel good,” he muttered against your lips.

You exhaled shakily, feeling the growing wetness between your legs. “Okay,” you whispered.

He placed his hands on your ass, roughly squeezing the soft flesh between his hands. You circled your hips again, letting out a quiet moan as his hard cock brushed against your clothed clit.

He pulled his lips away from yours. “Stand up,” he said quickly. You obeyed, peeled yourself off of him, and stood expectantly as he stood up from the floor himself. You could see the outline of his cock in his jeans as he rose. He towered over you now, making you feel small beneath him. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded silently and he pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear. He lifted the fabric up, pulling it over your head and exposing your body to him. His hands brushed against your waist, making goosebumps form on your skin. “Lay down,” he demanded.

You sat down at the edge of his mattress and laid on your back, bunching your legs up at the edge of the bed. He leaned over your body, caging you in by resting both of his forearms on either side of you, and placed another kiss to your lips. Just as he began to kiss down to your neck, he pressed his hardness against your center. You let out a whimper at the contact.

He nibbled and sucked at the soft skin of your neck, causing your entire body to tingle. You leaned your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, and your eyes rolled back into your head at the pleasure.

“Mingyu,” you whimpered. He pressed his clothed length against you again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He placed more open-mouthed kisses against your neck as he ran one of his hands down your stomach. He brought his hand up again and squeezed your breast through your bra.

He pulled away from your neck, looking down hungrily at your chest. You noticed this and complied to his wishes by arching your back against the bed. He brought his hands behind you, unhooking your bra before pulling it off of you slowly. He exhaled as he stared at your bare chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. You felt heat rush to your face at the compliment. Before you could say anything, he brought his mouth down to your breast, sucking and flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. You gasped. At this point you were so turned on you were sure that your arousal had already soaked through your leggings. He squeezed your other breast with his hand, and you arched your back again as you moaned.

Mingyu pushed himself up, staring into your eyes with his lust-filled ones. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled away, nearing your core. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your leggings. He looked to you for approval, and you nodded your head rapidly.

He tugged your pants down quickly and slid them off your legs, leaving you in only your underwear. He could see the wet spot on the fabric; he brought his fingers to the cloth and pressed it against your clit. Your legs twitched and you gasped quietly.

Mingyu chuckled. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He licked his lips, and you could see the pride in his gaze as he slipped his fingers beneath your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

He brought his face close to your center, smirking before finally bringing his tongue to you and licking a strip up to your clit.

You let out a choked moan and your legs shut naturally, but Mingyu placed both of his hands on your knees and spread you open for him again. He placed a soft kiss on your clit before sucking on it harshly. Your hips jerked up and you cried out.

He looked up at your from between your thighs, an alarmed look on his face. “You have to be quiet, baby. There’s people downstairs.” He went back to sucking on your clit right after.

You pressed your lips together, trying to contain your moans, and they came out as heavy pants and muffled whimpers instead.

Mingyu brought his fingers to your core, teasing your entrance. He flicked his tongue against your clit as he pushed a finger into you and curled it deep inside you. You arched your back and cried out, “Fuck!”

As the pleasure continued to grow, you brought your hands down to his hair again, tugging each time he pumped and curled his finger in you. He moaned against your core, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head.

He pushed in another finger, scissoring them deep inside you. You could hear the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping into your wetness.

“M-Mingyu,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

He smirked against your core before resuming his ministrations of his tongue against your clit. He pumped his fingers into you faster and curled them with each thrust.

The pressure in your lower stomach was growing fast. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure built, and when Mingyu pushed his fingers deep into your core, you felt the knot snap.

You threw your head back as intense pleasure washed over your entire body. Your legs convulsed and you couldn’t hold back a particularly loud moan. Mingyu continued to pump his fingers into you slowly as you rode out your orgasm.

When the pleasure subsided, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping eye contact with you as he placed them in his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was so dirty that you whimpered softly. He leaned over you again, kissing you one last time, allowing you to taste yourself.

He rolled over, laying next to you on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “How was that?” He asked.

“Good,” you breathed, “really fucking good.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad I could help.”

You sat up, glancing at the obvious boner that still strained against his jeans. “What about you?” You prompted.

“I’m fine. It’ll go away.” He dismissed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Just lay down with me.”

You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before palming him through his jeans. “But I wanna make you feel good. It’s only fair.”

He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking up a bit. “Shit,” he muttered, removing his arm and placing it behind his head.

He watched you with half-lidded eyes as you fumbled with the button of his pants. You pulled them down, reaching your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It was big. Really big. You were honestly worried if you were going to be able to fit it in your mouth. You stared at it for a moment, wide-eyed.

Mingyu looked down at you and giggled. “Well? Do something.”

You pumped your hand up his shaft, swiping over the tip and collecting the pre-cum that was leaking out. You pumped him a few times before situating yourself between his legs and bringing your lips down to his tip.

You rubbed your lips against his leaking head of his cock before pressing a soft kiss to it. Finally, you wrapped your mouth around him and sucked on the head. He groaned and lightly jerked his hips up, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. You glanced up at him while you continued to suck, pushing more of him into your mouth.

He stared back at you with his mouth hung open. “Fuck. ‘M so hard.” He moaned before leaning his head back against the mattress. “I’m not gonna last long.”

You swirled your tongue around him while he was in your mouth. Then you pushed your head down further, taking him deep into your throat. You struggled to inhale through your nose, almost choking on his dick.

You pulled yourself off him, catching your breath, and continued to pump his length. You brought your head back and sucked him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Mingyu was panting and jerking his hips up each time you swirled your tongue around his tip. You looked up and saw his head thrown back, the veins in his neck prominent as he clenched his teeth. He hit the back of your throat and you moaned against him, the vibrations causing him to gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming.” He cried. You kept him in your mouth as the strings of hot liquid met your tongue.

You kept sucking on his length until you swallowed around him. You pulled yourself off his cock with a pop and stuck out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.

He pushed his softening cock back into his boxers and motioned for you to come up next to him. “Let’s lay down.”

You laid down on his chest and he pulled a blanket up to cover your nude body. You closed your eyes and listened to the softness of his breathing and the faint beat of his heart beneath his ribs.

“Shouldn’t we work on the project?” You asked after a few moments.

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just rest for a minute.” He said, running a hand gently down your back. You leaned into his soft touch.

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence, just basking in the calmness and in each other’s warm presence.

“Mingyu?” You broke the silence, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed, meeting your eyes.

“Thank you.”

[redrosesartcabin]

Self indulgent series part 1

At home where everything seems fine

(Kenji x female reader, first perspective) (This story was originally written for me about me, which is why it’s called the self indulgent series. But because I’ve written so god damn much I decided to edit it a little, edit some things out as well etc and share some of it with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it!)

The horrors were over.

Where day after day, week after week we had to fight for our survival.

It was finally over.

Setting foot on land was a dream come true for us all, though it was also a heart wrenching goodbye as we went off home.

We had longed for home for so long, but we had also found a family in our new friends.

I especially felt that Kenji took the goodbye hard. Maybe even the hardest.

After all this time I knew all too well, that despite all the wealth he has, despite all the things he owns and the comfort he enjoys in life, there was no family he was going home to.

He was an only child with no known mother in the picture and an absent father. It tore me apart as I had to release him from the tight hug he had me in. It was the kind of hug that begged you to never let go. But I had to. My family was waiting. I had that luck.

I turned around with pain in my heart for him but the utmost joy as I saw my parents and siblings with tears in their eyes, seeing their long-lost daughter and sister alive and well.

I felt infinite warmth as they brought me into their embrace and we finally went home.

 Before going home, we had told each other’s socials (none of us remembered our phone number after all that time) so we would stay in touch.

In the beginning we would talk to each other every day whenever possible for us. We all had a hard time especially when it came to getting into daily school life again, since we had to start over with the grade we had already started and thus weren’t with our old friends again, who had on top of that moved on as they had thought we had died and thus it was hard to reconnect.

Luckily, we all somehow found new connections again (many people took pity in us for what we had lived through) and we could move on.

As we did, so did our chatting.

No: of course, we didn��t lose contact. We were all a second family to each other and there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to live without each other ever again. Not after what we’ve been through.

We however lost the need to tell each other every little thing and could live on our own. Much like when a child moves out from their parent’s house. The child is used to seeing their parent every single day so the parents (if they are good parents that is) will feel the need that the child writes them every day and the child will feel the need to write and connect every day. But as they learn to be independent, they will lose their need to be connected to their parent and the parents will start trusting the child and not need them to write every day or all the time.

That was the case with us all: Except when it came to Kenji and me.

 As unbelievable as it would’ve seemed in the past, we both became best friends. We would send each other stupid memes and laugh about animal videos and Tiktok or vine compilations on Youtube, or, on the other hand of the spectrum, we’d talk through the nightmares we sometimes had about what we lived through and the permanent trauma our time in Jurassic World had caused us. Somehow, we felt the most comfortable talking to each other about that as well as laughing about the same things.

We seemed to have a similar psyche, despite him being extroverted whilst I was introverted and him acting like a jerk to appear cool, whilst I would often refrain from talking and try to appear cold so people wouldn’t know who I was.

But on the insight, when you’d look past that outer shell, it turns out we are very similar people with very similar views. Kind of an opposites attract thing where we both had qualities that we both could benefit from and grow together as a person whilst holding the same principals and morals.

Though quicker than I could blink, that opposites attract thing turned into a huge, massive, enormous, gigantic crush.

 I should’ve known that this would happen. Right after I figured it out for myself, I just had to groan. I had always found him very pretty, though I would’ve never admitted that: He had enough of an ego, I didn’t need to feed into that act any more than necessary.

During our adventurous time on the dino-island, I hadn’t had too much time to think about my own feelings. But now that I was safe again in my comfortable home, I had finally realized my dreaded crush.

I didn’t dread it, because it was him. I didn’t even dread it too much because we didn’t live in the same place (though that was quite annoying too). I dreaded it mostly, because of the simple fact that I probably wasn’t his type. And I hated that my first deep friendship with a boy had turned my head upside down after all. But he was just too beautiful not to crush on.

Or maybe I was even in love.

And so, I kept on dreading it, until one crazy day.

 I was exiting my school around lunch time on Friday, idly chatting with a bunch of my newfound friends, when I detected a helicopter on the schoolyard.

“No way”, I whispered

“Might that be your little rich boyfriend?”, one of my girl friends asked me teasingly

“Oh shut it”, I gave her a jab in the side but had to giggle nonetheless.

And indeed, it was him. I mean: What other person would make such a grand arrival on a schoolyard?

Kenji had seemed to have detected me and got out of the helicopter.

“Y/Nnnnnnn”, Kenji yelled, stretching my name as he did

“Kenji!”, I screamed back and ran into his arms he opened wide for a loving embrace.

I didn’t care that everyone was looking or that they thought we both were lovers and that this might be a tad bit embarrassing and overboard: I had missed him too much to give a damn.

“Kenj’ my dude, what are you doing here?”, I asked, getting out of our embrace to take a good look at him. He was well dressed and styled as always.

“Sightseeing”, he answered with a sarcastic undertone which made me raise an eyebrow (I of course knew why he was here, it was a rhetorical question), “…Visiting you of course”, he explained anyways, “can’t I miss my best friend?”, he asked and I could feel my cheeks grow red.

Yes… best friend.

“Of course,”, I smiled back, “I missed you too, ya dingus. Though why did you come with the helicopter? Don’t you think it’s a little…much?”

“Well first of all: No, never. Secondly: It’s faster to fly here with the heli, and thirdly: I talked to your parents and they agreed you can come to my crib for the weekend”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?!”

“I swear”, he said, lifting his hand to make the swearing sign to show his uncrossed fingers, “and if you still don’t believe me you can just check your phone”, he added as he had pledged is truthfulness.

I tucked it out of my backpack and there it was: A message from my mom wishing me a good time over at Kenji’s. Plus informing me she had packed me a little luggage that Kenji already had in his helicopter. I wrote her thanks and a heart before facing Kenji again with a content smile.

“Ok then: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, I laughed, “Later you guys!”, I turned around to my friends who were giving me cheeky smiles and a thumbs up.

 The flight lasted three hours in total. Though it felt like no time at all as Kenji and I caught up on things. And even when we were done with that, we found a way to talk about anything and nothing at all or sometimes even just sit there in a comfortable silence and looking out of the window. I had never flown in a helicopter and was in constant awe of it all. Kenji had made a little bit fun of that and called it “cute” which however made me fluster more than anything else. Him calling anything I do cute just made the butterflies in my stomach swirl like crazy.

 We arrived on top of a huge roof that had a designated helicopter landing spot.

“Wow damn. Your house really is big!”

“Y/N: That’s the helicopter Garage”

“WHAT”

As we got out a tall man in a black suit, who carried my luggage, accompanied us through a trap door on the ground down to a huge hall with several helicopters in different colors and sizes.

My mouth was wide agape as I looked at it all.

“And where in the ever-loving f*ck is your real house then?”, I asked

“We are gonna be brought there by the limo in a sec”, he explained as casually as someone saying they were going grocery shopping.

Though that was probably more unusual for anyone in his family than it was for me to drive in a limousine.

 We got out of the garage and waited on a small patio. Only a couple of seconds after we had exited, surely enough, a pitch black, perfectly cleaned limo appeared. A chauffeur exited the driver side opening the door, way in the back, “welcome Sir Kenji and Madame. Please enter”, he said in a very British accent and motioned us to get into the car.

“Wow” is all I could say at first but then could muster up a “thank you” without sounding too flabbergasted.

 The drive from the helicopter Garage to the actual house (if you could call it that) was only a couple of minutes, but boy what a couple of minutes!

I was looking out of the window yet again. This time I was looking at a huge, very well groomed, garden. It had huge rose bushes, ponds with statues spewing water, a maze… just like you’d imagine the garden of a king to look like.

“Kenji: This is batshit insane. You live in a freaking palace!”, I exclaimed.

“Well: Did you think I was exaggerating when I said I was filthy rich?”

“Yes! Kinda!”, I answered, feeling my voice heighten, still not being able to process the sight before me, “it’s hard to believe that people can live like that”.

At that he just laughed, and we kept on just enjoying our company in silence.

 And finally, we truly arrived.

We were let out again by the chauffeur. As I exited, I noticed a red carpet being rolled out in front of me.

I turned to Kenji arching an eyebrow at him.

“A red carpet? Really?”

“What? I just wanted the lady to feel welcome”, he grinned, and I couldn’t but laugh and feel my cheeks redden again.

I everted my eyes from his, because of how flustered I got, but mostly to look at the house… or well: Mansion.

It was a very modern construction. Mostly white and looking futuristic. It was the kind of construction you’d expect a man, owning one or the other huge corporation, to have.

It was almost a disappointing contrast to the old seeming garden, but it was impressive nonetheless. I felt like I had jumped forward in time to the year 2030 or something.

After analyzing the mansion for a bit, we walked towards the dark gray double door that was opened by what seemed to be a sort of butler.

I was now faced with the entrance hall. It was all paved with a grave shiny stone and had a big, golden chandelier on the exaggeratedly high ceiling. In the back of the hall were two gray stairways going up to the left and right with glass barriers. On the front were clothe holders made of ebony wood and hanging hooks made out of fine steel.

“If this visit gets anymore incredible, I’m gonna faint”, I whispered

“Please don’t, ‘cause it will get better, but I’m glad you like it”, he whispered back, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl.

 Honestly, I could go on and on about everything he showed me in that building, but that would probably be twenty pages long, so I’m going to summarize with bullet points:

 ·      The west wing, like in Beauty and the Beast, is off limits: Except it’s because Kenji’s father was working there and harboring some kinda lab or something. A little shady if you ask me but I didn’t further question that

·      The east wing is full of fun rooms: A swimming pool room, a swimming pool patio outside together with a Shakuzi, a small private cinema room and of course, deep down in the cellar (at least he calls it that, for me it feels more like a casino), the bowling alley.

We spent the most time there, playing round after round where I didn’t let him win. Funny enough (though not the haha kind of funny) he almost cried tears of joy as he lost against me

·      The middle part, one could say, had the entrance hall, the kitchen, as well as the living room that had a ginormous couch and a huge 3D Tv with a Nintendo, Xbox and the newest Playstation. We played a couple of games in which I always lost because my parents never allowed me to have a gaming console and thus I was a bit inexperienced with most of the games, except in the case of U-sing: I played that with my ex best friend from primary school when we were little, plus I have a good voice whilst Kenji, well… he could work on his vocals. We however had fun either way.

·      And the third segment is the upper rooms with three bathrooms (one of which was Kenji’s), a spa room, a sauna and the bedrooms (that were strangely far apart from each other. A very bad gut feeling told me, that was on purpose).

 As we arrived in Kenji’s room, I already saw my small red suitcase laying on the white, very comfortable looking carpet. It was one of those carpets with the long white fur like texture. I sometimes wondered what hid amongst the long fur, but knew in Kenji’s case, this room was kept squeaky clean by his father’s staff so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

‘The guy cares a little I guess’, I thought as my thoughts wandered to Kenji’s father.

 Kenji’s room itself indicated no personality at all. It was extremely odd. It looked like it came right out of a magazine. It had a big bed (usually such a bed a married couple in their 40’s would have), a white, of course, big wardrobe, a black colored dresser with a less impressive, yet still pretty modern Tv and another small dresser beside the bed, that had a very boring looking nighttime lamp on it where you could regulate the light by tapping on the bottom part. And a couple of steps away, parallel to the entrance door, was a big glass wall with an integrated door which led to a wooden balcony that had a small table, two chairs and a sun-umbrella.

‘Or maybe’, I continued the thought from before, ‘he simply cares about his son’s image’.

 “Nice room”, I said, so it wouldn’t seem suspicious that I wasn’t as exited this time about what I saw. But I hate hiding the truth and when I try doing what I hate, I don’t come off as a good liar. So, one can imagine: He noticed my hesitation.

“Is something wrong y/n?”, he asked, genuinely concerned, “is there something in here you don’t like? I can remove-“

“No”, I interrupted him, “there is nothing wrong with it. That’s just the thing: It’s immaculate”

“And why is that… bad?”, he asked a bit confused. Not angry confused, but just plain old confused. I felt sorry for him: I simply just think too deeply about things sometimes.

“It’s not bad”, I answered, “I’d just say its extremely weird: Don’t you have any posters you wanna hang up? Or pictures? Photographies of memories with your friends? Books or magazines you like to have at your bedside? It’s just: You have so much personality, I sometimes fear you’ll implode if you fail to show it even for a second. I can’t imagine that you don’t want to decorate your room in any way at all”

“But what if I do?”, Kenji asked, though his confused expression had turned into a cold glare that made me wish he would look confused again. I felt a lump built in my throat and my heart race in fear. Not because I was scared of him: But more so of what he was trying to hide by pretending.

“Kenji”, I said softly, letting a concerned frown adorn my face, “it’s ok. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about it. And before you ask: I know what this is all about as much as you know that I know. But I won’t say it because at the end of the day, it’s your choice, but just know: I’m there for you, I won’t judge”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Kenji seemed to contemplate whether he should react defensive and angry, that I brought it up, or tell the truth.

I was glad when I could visibly see his guard drop as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

It was heartbreaking, but I’d rather have that than a stupid fight. I’d rather have that, than him being arrogant and prideful, trying to push me away as he had in the very beginning in Jurassic World.

He sat down on his bed, and I right beside him, looking at him concerned as he stared on the floor.

“You’re right: It is because of my father.”, he began, “You see: He wants me to become like him. Keep the business going. I’m like the first born to a king. And so, he decided there was no room for me to be too much of an individual at some point. He wanted not only the house to always look presentable in case one of his strange buddies appeared, but also for me to start being presentable. It only got worse after I failed algebra. He pushed the role of being him more.

My father might not be the worst: He does gift me a lot of things, makes sure my room is clean and that I get transported to whatever place I want with whatever vehicle I want and buys me whatever I desire. But it’s a disguise, you see? Trying to cover up that I’m just a trophy. Just the predecessor. He wants me to favor and admire him so that I will be him one day. He doesn’t care about me like a dad cares about his son. We are no family”, his voice got quiet as he tried hiding his tears. I said nothing and decided to just embrace him. I felt him become weak in my arms and sob so touchingly, I almost cried with him.

 A few minutes passed before his crying became hiccups and eventually quieted down.

“I’m sorry”, I murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought this up”

“No”, he answered, his voice still veiled in a layer of sadness, “it felt good. I haven’t cried like this in years. Thank you”

“You’re welcome”, I softly spoke back. I was glad he had relieved himself of that sadness he had seemed to hold in. I also immediately felt that this had also been the thing to finally have us come closer.

 After that, we figured we watch something lighthearted to cheer us up again.

It was a rom com called ‘L.A. story’ we both found very amusing.

Though at some point, as the love story came to its highpoint, I noticed my mind drifting away into a side space in my brain, where suddenly the main characters were him and me.

 My cheeks reddened for the third time that day (I almost feared he’d think I got a fever) and I could swear I felt his hand in mine… wait.

Was that real?

My gaze travelled from the screen to my hand and really: His hand was in mine.

Was that an accident or intentional?

‘Screw it! It’s now or never’, I thought as I felt daring for once.

I inched closer and leaned onto his shoulder. My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour it seemed as I waited for what his reaction would be. At first, he got stiff, but then everything happened at once and it happened fast. He lifted his head to look at me and I looked back into his deep, dark brown eyes and in one motion he leaned in and… kissed me.

At first, I couldn’t believe it, I was frozen in place, but soon enough before it could get awkward for him, I leaned in as well. Though I decided to just stay put and let my lips feel his carefully: It was my first kiss after all, I didn’t want to ruin it by getting sloppy.

We staid like that for a couple of seconds before deciding to part.

 “You like me too?”, is the first thing I asked, amazed by what just happened.

“What are you talking about? I’ve liked you since I saw you! You are the one who likes me too”, he answered. My eyes first widened but then I couldn’t but laugh out loud.

“And I always thought I wasn’t your type”, I admitted flustered at his words.

“Really? You are a pretty, talented girl with a super nice personality and you didn’t think you were my type?”

“I mean, I always assumed you’d be more into the mermaid type”, at that he raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh with a single laugh

“You are mermaid enough for me y/n”, he said, cupping my face with his right hand, putting a hair strand behind my right ear, “you are better, even”

...

[bentforkent]

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penelope garcia x emily prentiss

a/n: my self-indulgent rarepair. sweet penelope and her goth gf. they love each other! 

content warnings: SMUT (18+), brat/daddy, yes emily is called daddy i TOLD you this was self indulgent, overstimulation if you squint, oral sex briefly, soft dom!emily and sub!penelope, basically just filthy smut and pretty lingerie

word count: 2191

in which penelope is wearing pretty lingerie and emily wants to keep the moment forever

“Do you like it?” Penelope preens, stretching across the white comforter on Emily’s bed. Her arms rise over her head, allowing Emily a full view of her torso, adorned in bright pink lingerie. The ruffled straps weave across Penelope’s stomach and chest in ways Emily can’t even begin to understand, so she thanks the universe she doesn’t have to. She’ll just fuck Penelope with it on.  

“It’s pretty, Pen,” Emily murmurs, running her hands up Penelope’s sides and coming to rest on her breasts. When Penelope gives a soft--nearly imperceptible--whine, Emily tweaks her left nipple through the lacey pink fabric with a chuckle. “Shh, Princess. Let me look at you.”

Penelope sticks out her bottom lip, but Emily is unfazed. She taps Penelope’s protruded lip, mumbles, “put that away,” then continues letting her hands roam Penelope’s body. Her fingertips brush every inch of bare skin she can reach, lighting Penelope on fire. Emily’s touching, just touching, reveling in the soft, supple woman before her. Emily could do this all day. But after what feels like ages, (to Penelope, of course,) Penelope starts to get antsy. Emily’s warm, callused hands are moving everywhere except where Penelope needs to feel her. It’s when Emily grips Penelope’s thighs just above the white thigh-high socks she’s wearing, revelling in the half-moon shapes her trimmed nails leave, that Penelope snaps.

“Are you going to touch me, or not?” Penelope asks, a bite in her words. She knows she’s starting trouble. She knows that Emily’s eyebrow will quirk; that her eye will twitch. She knows she’s overstepped and she’s not being particularly good right now, but Penelope doesn’t mind because she also knows that means Emily will fuck her like she’s being bad.

Penelope’s right, as usual, because as soon as the testy words leave her mouth, Emily’s hands are off of her body and she’s stood at the foot of the bed, looming over Penelope, almost scary. “I thought this was a gift for me, you brat,” Emily says calmly, her left eyebrow raised in mock-disbelief. “You’re not gonna let me enjoy my gift on my own time?”

Penelope shakes her head quickly, the blonde ponytails on the sides of her head swishing. This is what she’s been aching for, for Emily to be mean, for Emily to rough-handle her. This is how it always goes, Penelope knows. Next, Penelope predicts, Emily will tell her to turn over and get on her hands and knees.  Penelope knows exactly how Emily works, which is why Emily absolutely catches her off guard by turning away from the bed and stalking to the closet.

Her butt looks cute in that underwear, Penelope thinks, but her thoughts are abruptly cut off by Emily whipping around, shit-eating grin on her face, Hitachi wand in her hand.

Immediately, a sensual combination of regret and arousal washes over Penelope. She sits up, scrambling away from Emily and up against the headboard. “No, Emmy, please no,” she pleads with a coquettish look in her eye.

Emily is a sight to behold in front of her, dressed in only a mismatched bra and underwear set, as if she hadn’t been expecting Penelope to come over. It makes Penelope warm with desire, that idea of Emily carelessly choosing her undergarments while Penelope had agonized over picking the perfect pink set for her girlfriend. Emily returns to the end of her bed, twirling the vibrator as if it’s a baton. Penelope squeaks at the motion of Emily’s tanned, toned arms.

“What’s your color?” Emily asks gently, even though the only color she can fathom right now is the dark pink spot on Penelope’s panties where her arousal is seeping through the fabric.

“Greener than the grass in the Garden of Eden,” Penelope says.

Emily moves to sit in between Penelope’s legs where she sits up against the headboard. Shifting the energy of the room back into one of a scene, Emily pouts at Penelope mockingly. “Impatient little brat just couldn’t wait for me to fuck her, huh?” she teases.

Penelope nods. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she murmurs.

Emily reaches to plug the wand in, and Penelope squirms preemptively upon hearing the tell-tale sound of the vibrations.

“I think,” Emily starts, running the wand against Penelope’s inner thigh in a feather-light touch, “I need to teach you a lesson in patience.” She presses the vibrator against Penelope’s clit experimentally, grinning when she cries out in response. “Can you be quiet for me, Princess?” Emily asks, leaning in to kiss Penelope’s inner thighs repeatedly. God, she wants to taste her, but for tonight's purposes, it doesn’t quite seem to be in the cards. Then Emily contemplates for half of a second, then licks a wide stripe up Penelope’s arousal, through her lingerie. She wraps her lips around Penelope’s clit, sucking once, then pulling away. Satiated, she sits back on her heels and focuses her attention back on the vibrator.

“Oh, Daddy,” Penelope whines.

“Shh,” Emily reminds. She pulls Penelope’s lace underwear to the side, tucking the vibrator underneath so it sits snugly against her clit. Penelope starts to writhe at the stimulation, bucking her hips up against the toy. Emily pushes the heels of both of her hands on Penelope’s hip bones, pinning her down. “You have to stay still for the rest of what I have planned for you, princess.”

Penelope looks at Emily and lets her bitten lips part. “There’s more?” Her facial expression reads, but she dares not to speak.

Understanding, Emily says, “Yes, there’s more.” Penelope lets out a tiny squeak, and Emily shoots her a look.

“S-sorry Daddy, it just---oh---feels good,” Penelope speaks through a moan.

Emily shakes her head, laughing. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, because speaking without permission on any other day would guarantee a few bruises on your ass.”

Penelope smiles widely for a moment, but is cut off by her own pleasure, face twisting and eyes screwing shut as she tries to suppress another moan.

“Penny,” Emily sings, taking advantage of Penelope’s obscured vision. She clambers off the bed, all limbs, and starts rummaging through her bedside table. She can hear Penelope letting out soft whimpers next to her, and the noises only serve to fluster her in her quest to find what she’s looking for. After a moment, her hands feel smooth plastic, and she grins. Her camera.

Well, technically, it’s Penelope’s camera, but after multiple nights of wishing they’d had it at Emily’s apartment, the yellow Polaroid had found a new home with Emily. They’d only ever used it innocently--a picture of Emily while she was napping, a picture of Penelope when she’d tried a new makeup idea, a selfie of the two of them that had come out horribly overexposed---but Emily’s stroke of genius extends far beyond her job and she had decided recently that the sweet camera would be better suited for a more naughty fate.

When Emily turns back to Penelope, she’s rutting her hips against the vibrator.

“Penelope. Cut that out,” she barks, but when Penelope peeks up at her, her visceral reaction to seeing the camera breaks Emily’s resolve. Penelope’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush.

“You’re gonna take pictures of me, Daddy?” She asks, pushing the words out quickly.

“Yeah, Daddy’s gonna take pictures of you, Princess, is that okay?” Emily replies gently, looking for consent.

Penelope nods with a squeak. There’s a wet spot on the bed underneath her, and Emily knows what she’s gonna say next.

“I might--mm--might not last much longer, Emmy,” Penelope whimpers, and tears of frustration fill her eyes.

“Hold it for me, baby,” Emily says, crawling back onto the bed and situating herself back between Penelope’s legs. Penelope juts her lips out in a pout, and Emily snaps a quick picture.

“Hey,” Penelope protests. A tear rolls down her cheek, leaving a mascara track in its wake. “Emmy I--”

“Hold. It,” Emily emphasizes, but turns down the vibrator a notch anyways. “Can you pose for me, pretty girl?”

Penelope shakes her head, but sticks her thumb in her mouth provocatively with a look at the camera. There’s a click and a flash as the photo is taken.

“Good girl, Princess,” Emily says, setting the camera to the side and moving in to kiss Penelope’s neck. She rubs her nose against the soft skin, breathing in Penelope’s perfume. Emily thinks that she might just like to live in this spot forever. But she can’t, she knows, so she settles for sucking a deep mark in the crook of Penelope’s neck. Penelope gasps, and the gasp morphs into a loud moan.

“Okay, pretty girl, let’s get you off,” Emily mumbles against Penelope’s jawline, letting her hand wander to the vibrator, shutting it off and pulling it away. Penelope whimpers at the loss of contact.

“Daddy,” Penelope whines pleadingly, and Emily presses a chaste kiss to her lips.

“You’re so sweet for me, Princess,” Emily says, repositioning to rest her head on Penelope’s thigh. “So soft, so beautiful.” Emily speaks mostly to herself, enjoying the feeling of Penelope’s gaze on her as she nips and kisses her inner thighs.

Penelope weaves her hands through Emily’s hair and tugs gently, subtly trying to pull her closer. Emily’s mouth opens to reprimand her needy baby, but she figures she’s equally as eager, so she decides against it. One of Emily’s fingers circles Penelope’s entrance teasingly.

“Who’s all this for?” Emily asks, looking up at Penelope. She’s frustrated, incredibly frustrated, and instead of telling Emily what she already knows--that Penelope’s pussy is Emily’s only, and Emily is the only one who can get her this wet--Penelope chokes out a sob.

“Please, please, please,” She chants.

“You’re just so fucking disobedient today,” Emily murmurs, granting Penelope what she wants and sliding a finger into her. “Think I spoil you too much, what do you think?”  Emily’s words tell Penelope she’s a brat, but her actions contradict as a second finger joins her first, pumping in and out of Penelope at the pace Emily knows will get her off.

Penelope moans, high-pitched and delicate. “I’m sorry, Daddy, really.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Emily whispers, curling her fingers to elicit a reaction from Penelope. It works. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Penelope’s overwhelmed by the sensation of her Daddy’s fingers working her towards her orgasm paired with the sweet words coming out of her mouth.

“Say it,” Emily demands.

“I’m your good girl,” Penelope whimpers. At her words, Emily’s thumb comes to circle her clit rapidly, drawing her to the edge. “I’m, I’m--” Penelope starts.

“I know, sweet girl. Cum for me,” Emily says, working Penelope through her orgasm.

Penelope, who had been decently good about not moving, squirms through her release. Her legs are flailing, her hips are bucking, all in an attempt to move away from Emily and the overstimulation. Emily lets out a short laugh at Penelope’s desperation, and pulls her hand away from her.

“Good?” Emily asks, after Penelope has calmed.

“Mhm,” Penelope hums, adjusting to lay down.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Emily calls as she moves to the bathroom and prepares a warm, damp washcloth.

“Too late, I’m asleep already,” Penelope replies. Her eyes are closed, arms wrapped around Emily’s pillow. When Emily returns, she taps Penelope’s ankle gently.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” she whispers.

Penelope peeks one eye open at her. “I have to take this off,” she says, gesturing to her lingerie.

“I’ll help,” Emily offers, but Penelope responds with a short laugh.

“If you could figure out how to get this off, it would’ve been off already,” she says, sticking her tongue out at Emily playfully. She’s right.

After Penelope’s undressed and decently clean, Emily gasps. “Oh, man!” She exclaims sadly. “I only took two pictures.”

Penelope pouts. “One for you, and one for me. No more tonight, I’m sleepy.” Emily sets the photos on her bedside table and crawls into bed next to Penelope. She pulls Penelope against her chest, working the hair ties out of her hair, and massaging where the ponytails were situated against her scalp.

“I know you wanted me to be mean to you tonight, but I just couldn’t do it,” Emily says, carding her fingers through Penelope’s hair. “You looked so pretty.”

“I’m always pretty,” Penelope quips, looking up at Emily to see her playful scoff. “But seriously, I liked this better tonight.”

“Yeah?” Emily asks, vulnerable.

“Yeah,” Penelope responds simply. She could elaborate, tell Emily despite how much she loves rough play and her daddy, Emmy is who she fell in love with, and their nights together are equally as satisfying. She could say that, she thinks, but Emily already knows. She knows by the way Penelope snuggles closer into her chest and by the way their hands intertwine perfectly. She knows by Penelope’s eyes--they’re always lovesick--and by her smile.

Penelope closes her eyes, letting one hand hold Emily’s and the other rest on Emily’s chest. They lay there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company. Emily is nearly asleep when Penelope shoots upright, wide awake.

“Oh my god, Em, I forgot to get you off.”

[forever-lynx]

will you let me help you?

oh look another fic wow what a surprise /s

warnings: explicit intrusive thoughts, past trauma, past s/xual assault (ash’s trauma basically), mention of victim-blaming, self-blame, panic attacks. that is all i think? let me know if i’ve missed any!

A/N: please do NOT read this if you’re sensitive to intrusive thoughts. this fic explicitly refers to them. please, please be mindful if they are a trigger and/or a discomfort of yours. i would also like to add that this is self-indulgent therefore it may be different than someone else’s experience with intrusive thoughts. i tried to make this as realistic as possible. i hope you enjoy

you can can read it on ao3 here

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Ash was unable to sleep.

This wasn’t an unusual occurrence. He was almost never able to sleep. The most amount of hours of sleep he got were three hours. He usually ran on coffee, energy drinks, and adrenaline during the day. Tonight though, it was more tortuous than usual; his thoughts were making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything. The only thing that swam through his mind were hands and the touching and the laughter. He was in endless amounts of pain. He was itching to get out of his body. He wanted nothing more than to claw out of his skin, to be free.

Ash’s heart began to pick up pace as his mind remained on Martin. The evil bastard who was nothing but apathetic and cruel towards him. Though Martin would occasionally put up a sweet persona to lure Ash, his true intentions were shown almost every night Ash visited Dino. It was torture. He couldn’t get the image of Martin gazing at him from above, his hands trailing down to his zipper and…

Ash felt caged. He was unable to breathe, suffocating in the memories and thoughts. His chest tightened and his entire body tensed. Ash sat up immediately as he began to breathe heavily. His hands were in his hair, pulling at every strand as he tried to ground himself. He didn’t even realize he had been crying pools of tears until he saw how soaked his blanket and pillow was. 

Pathetic, he thought.

With his entire body shaking, he tried to get up. He almost fell with how shaky his knees were. He slowly made it to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and drinking it down, trying to drown out the memories.

It wasn’t working. He could feel Martin’s – and everyone’s – hands on his body. He could remember how he felt: scared, numb, frozen. Disgusting. Dirty.

He immediately went to the bathroom. He started the water and splashed some on his face. It would be okay, right? These memories would eventually leave… right? 

They never would. They only amplified as Ash’s fear and anxiety increased. He was feeling dizzy and extremely nauseous. He tried to make his way back to his bed but he ended up tripping against a table, falling on his face. Ash’s body was trembling and he was unable to control his thoughts.

This is what dying feels like, he thought. Oh, how he wished he could die right now.

He heard footsteps. Scared, he looked up, thinking it was Marvin coming to use him again.

“Stay away from me,” Ash croaked. He could barely speak, barely breathe. 

“Aslan, it is okay, it is me,” a soft voice said from far away.

“No! Get away from me!” Ash flailed. He tried to crawl away but his vision was blurred from tears and he was too overwhelmed to focus on his surroundings.

The footsteps stopped, “Aslan, it is me, Eiji.” The voice said.

Ash stopped, “Eiji?” He whispered.

“Yes,” the voice confirmed. “It is me.”

“Eiji.” Ash whispered again. He crawled towards the voice. Eiji’s hand was reached out, patiently waiting for Ash to find him. Eventually Ash did; he crashed into Eiji and buried his head in Eiji’s shirt. Eiji did not dare touch him. He did not want to further overwhelm his friend who was currently having a panic attack.

“Aslan, Aslan,” Eiji hummed. “Breathe with me, mkay? In for two seconds and out for two. Could you try that?”

Ash nodded. He copied Eiji’s breathing and tried to keep his mind off his thoughts. They stayed like this for ten minutes. Eiji kept his hands to himself and only repeated reassuring statements to Ash. 

“You are safe,” Eiji promised. “You are okay.”

Wrong. Ash’s mind shouted. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

Once Ash’s breathing became steady and he began calming down, Eiji guided them to Ash’s bed. Ash was avoiding eye contact, which made sense; he still needed time to recover from that intense panic attack. Eiji had all the time in the world. 

Ash sighed, “I-” he began but then stopped. He had no idea where to begin or what to say.

Eiji shook his head, “It is okay, Ash. You do not need to tell me. I am here until you need me to go.”

“Don’t– don’t go. Please.”

Eiji nodded, “I will not.” He promised.

Ash breathed a sigh of relief. He was more than happy to have Eiji by his side. He would not have wished for anyone else nor trade it for the world.

“I should probably tell you.” 

“If you want to. There is no pressure.” Eiji reassured him.

Ash nodded. “I couldn’t sleep because… ah, my thoughts were running wild. And I remembered… remembered their hands. Their touch. Their breath on me and their laughter. I saw-” Ash gulped, “I saw Marvin.”

Eiji nodded with understanding. He remembered Marvin, that filthy no-good-of-a-human. He got what he deserved in the end, though it was too kind compared to what he had brought upon Ash. Eiji felt nothing but resentment towards that man.

“And I keep thinking…” Ash continued. “What if they were right?” Eiji did not know what the blond meant but he remained silent. Ash would tell him the information he needed Eiji to know. Eiji would not probe him to tell any more than that.

“What if the police men were right.”

Now Eiji was even more confused. “From… Cape Cod?”

Ash nodded, “God, Eiji- What if I did seduce them? What if- what if I wanted them?” Ash’s hands trembled and tears began falling down yet again.

“But you did not. You did not want them.”

“But what if I did?” Ash insisted. Eiji’s face saddened; Ash was truly in conflict, truly believing that he purposefully subjected himself into endless amounts of pain. Of course, when half the people in your life victim-blamed you it was bound to happen, but it saddened Eiji beyond anything else. 

“Well… why would you put yourself in pain?” Eiji asked patiently.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” Ash admitted.

“Okay. Is it alright if I hold your hands?”

Ash nodded and Eiji held them. He rubbed the back of Ash’s hands with his thumbs to soothe the blond. Eiji let his face soften, humming quietly.

“I do not think you seduced them. Because I know that you would not purposefully put yourself in harm like that. You are still suffering, yes? And you wish to escape? The reason you are upset now is because of the hurt that has been done to you. Meaning you did not want it. They forced it onto you.”

“But–”

“How do I know?” Eiji smiled. “I am your onii-chan, no? I know everything. Like how you ‘secretly’ toss your bit of laundry on my pile so you do not have to wash it.”

Ash giggled, “If you knew I did that then why not stop me?” “Because I want to help you,” Eiji said simply. “Like now. Will you let me help you?”

Ash looked down at their joint hands. Truth be told, he was terrified. Terrified of being vulnerable, of having someone to confide in. As much as Ash trusted Eiji, he feared one day that it would all end. 

“Are you sure?” Ash asked, unsure. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Eiji said. “I want to help you. With your permission, of course.”

Ash could cry. Oh, how beautiful Eiji’s heart was. He was nothing but kind to Ash even when he did not deserve it. 

Ash giggled, trying to lighten up the mood, “Are you not afraid of helping a monster?”

Eiji’s face remained soft, his voice firm, “There is nothing to be afraid of, Aslan. Especially since you are not a monster. You are a lynx, no?”

Ash smiled. He rested his head on Eiji’s shoulder, his body finally settling down. His thoughts were still an out of control hurricane but at least he knew he was safe. He knew he could take shelter in the arms of a kind, Japanese man.

[teeyoomi]

Private (Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader)

I have this major thought that Sakusa is actually a total freak once he’s comfortable with someone and with someone he trusts. I personally don’t see him as this cold-hearted asshole that most fics paint him to be. Maybe that’s just me wanting to self-indulge but *shrug*. Anyway, no thoughts, empty head. Only Sakusa being a freak :) see below for tags/potential triggers? 

Also, this is my first fic. Plz be gentle, I’m actually v scared to post this 😭

(gif not mine-og poster: kiyomie)

It’s a little known fact that Sakusa Kiyoomi is actually a certified freak. On the outside, he is most assuredly a germaphobe, carefully sanitizing everything he touches and maintaining a cleanly nature. But, behind closed doors and once he’s found someone he’s comfortable with, he’s an entirely different person...

*Spit-kink *Spit-play *Breed kink I think that’s all? It’s filth, let’s just be real.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me, sweetheart,” he coos, gently grabbing your jaw in his large hand.

You readily obey, the thought of how filthy Sakusa can be causes you to shudder in anticipation. You open wide, sticking your tongue out as far as it will go.

“Such a good girl,” he replies. His free hand hikes your leg higher on his waist so he can shift closer, grinding himself against you. You whine at the friction; it feels so good but it’s not enough.

Saliva begins to slowly drip from the sides of your open mouth and down your cheeks, leaving iridescent rivulets in their wake. Sakusa just stares at you and squishes your cheeks, appreciating the spit that bubbles up in your mouth.

“My pretty baby just loves getting messy for me doesn’t she?” He remarks, humming appreciatively at your moan and your muffled “yes sir.”

He leans down and licks up the length of your tongue, the intimate motion causes you to arch up, your eyes rolling back and chest meeting his as your nails dig crescents into his muscular back. He presses a sweet kiss to the tip of your tongue before pulling away.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he orders and your eyes snap open to meet his stormy grays. The corner of his lips curl into a small smirk as he works his own saliva to pool in his mouth. He hovers over you and let’s the spit drip from his tongue in a thin line, landing with a small plop on the center of your tongue.

“Swallow it.” You comply and moan in appreciation. He kisses away the wetness on your cheeks before meeting you for a proper kiss. His lips melt into yours, his tongue lazily rubbing against yours as he settles further into you, his cock pressing into the junction of your hip.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters against your lips, the hand on your jaw moving to the back of your head to tangle his fingers in your hair. “Love getting you so messy and dirty, baby. Makes me so hard for you. You feel that, baby?” He asks, shifting so his cock is sandwiched between your pussy lips. “This is what you do to me,” he adds, grinding back and forth against you so his cock head catches on your clit each time.

You whine and moan, writing underneath him. “Please, Yoomi, I need more. Please please please.”

He chuckles against your lips. “Look at you, begging so nice for me. My pretty baby, I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.”

He grants you another kiss as his fingers trace your clit, slipping two fingers inside of you to curl in just the right spot to make you cry out. “My pretty baby is so wet, huh? Listen to you,” he says, pumping his fingers and letting the squelching sounds of your sloppy pussy fill the room.

You’re so close, the pressure of an orgasm building up inside of you so deliciously, nearly ready to snap. Sakusa’s been teasing you since this morning, subtle touches all day, deep kisses to work you up just enough before he pulls away with a smile. And now you’re finally about to get the release you’ve been craving, only he pulls back just as you’re about to leap over the edge.

You gasp in shock, tears leaking from your eyes as you whine.

“Hush, pretty girl, I got you, I promise,” he coos in your ear, licking the shell and biting down on the lobe as his cock head stretches your opening.

You mewl at the slight pinch of pain. You don’t think you’ll ever be used to how big he is no matter how many times you two have sex.

Sakusa seems to think the same thing as he voices his thoughts. “Maybe I should keep you stuffed with my cock all the time, baby. Keep my dick buried inside you so your pretty pussy is all swollen and stuffed full, fuck you open so you’re always ready for me, would you like that?”

You moan and writhe against him, trying to pull him in further. His filthy words spoken so softly against your ear make a new wave of wetness seep from your pussy, allowing him to slide all the way in so that he’s fully seated inside of you.

“Good girl, I know it’s big but look at you, you took me so well. You always take me so good, my pretty girl,” he coos, wiping a bead of sweat off your brow line and kisses your forehead. “Your tight little pussy just loves to suck my cock in doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper as his dick twitches inside of you.

He allows you a moment to adjust to him, slipping his tongue past your lips once more to graze against yours, swallowing your mewls and whines.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you just what you want.”

Sakusa pins one of your legs to the mattress and hikes the other one onto his shoulder, spreading you fully.

“Watch, pretty girl,” he says, drawing your attention to his cock slowly sliding out of you until just the head remains before thrusting back in fully.

He sets a firm pace, neither rough nor slow, but enough that you feel every push and pull of his cock inside of you, slowly building up your previously lost orgasm. Your eyes lose focus from the pleasure he’s giving you, tilting your head back and raking your nails down his firm chest.

Sakusa stops for a moment, fully seated inside you you, seemingly distracted by something. You whine and grind your hips against him, trying to get him to move again.

He stops you with a firm hold to your hip to cease your movements. “Well, would you look at that,” he muses with a chuckle, gliding his hand over your taught stomach. You shift your eyes to where his hand is, noticing a lump in your belly. “That’s how fucking deep I am in your little pussy, sweetheart.”

He grabs your hand to place it over your stomach. He thrusts shallow and hard, making your tummy bulge with every thrust.

“How’s it feel?” He teases. “How fucked would it be if I put a baby right here?” He places his hand over yours and continues thrusting, his tip grazing both of your hands as he shoves himself in to the hilt with every thrust. “Fuck my cum into you until it’s dripping from you and you’re knocked up with my kid. Would you like that pretty girl?”

You’re too fucked out to even give a coherent answer, whining and babbling his name as he drives you crazy with his dick.

He laughs at the state of you, too blissed out to even answer him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re not ready for that just yet.” He leans down to give you a sweet kiss, tugging your lip between his teeth as he pulls back. “But I am going to fill you up with my cum until you’re leaking with it.”

He shifts your hand in his grip to lace your fingers with his, pinning them beside your head. Your other hand is still wrapped tightly around his back while his free hand grips your hip to tilt you up to meet his thrusts.

Sakusa sets a heavier pace, your pussy absolutely weeping with arousal that leaks past his cock and drips onto the sheets.

You can feel your orgasm reaching its peak, the wave ready to crash into you and send you into pure bliss, but something’s missing, something’s keeping you from falling over the edge.

Sakusa notices your bunched brows and the look of concentration on your face. He hums thoughtfully as he reaches between the two of you to swipe his thumb over your clit. You gasp in appreciation and grind your hips up to chase the feeling.

“I think I’ve worked you up enough, sweetheart, you gonna squirt for me?”

You shake your head in agreement, babbling out his name and a litany of yes please fuck yes.

“So fucking perfect, that’s my good girl,” he muses, shoving his tongue in your mouth and kissing you deeply. His thumb presses circles on your clit as his cock pounds into you.

Your eyes widen in shock as your orgasm snaps inside of you. Your release bursts from you, causing both you and Sakusa to gasp as it splashes against Sakusa’s chest and stomach. You moan deliriously as Sakusa fucks you through it, your cunt spasming around his cock while your nails scrape across his back, surely leaving red ribbons in their wake.

Sakusa groans deliciously, continuing to lick and suck your tongue as he chases his own high. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is squeezing me so good. I can feel you sucking me in deeper. Gonna fill you up just like I promised,” he grunts against your lips, his hips thrusting into you one last time as he paints the inside of your pussy white with his release.

Sakusa pants heavily against your mouth as he calms down. Sweat drips from his forehead onto yours as he moves your hair out of your face and presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“You did so well, sweetheart, you’re so good to me.” You hum delightedly as he gives you one last deep kiss, one that makes your toes curl as he gently pulls out of you. “I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

He returns a moment later with a cloth and gently wipes away your combined release from between your legs. He picks you up easily and carries you to the bathroom with him, setting you on the counter to start the shower. Once it heats up, he’s pulling you inside to get you squeaky clean once more.

Well, maybe he’ll dirty you up just a bit more before that, he muses to himself.