#so having these moves back to back like this? drives me INSANE. god its so fucking good

[taughtdefense]

ETHAN WILSON-KEENE + MARTIAL ARTS SKILLS IN SEASON 6 OF COBRA KAI.

+ bonus gifs

[michellejwhp2719]

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[artdcnaldson]

Pat just being like “c’mon babe I promise, I just need to get off and it’ll help so much. Just the tip, I swear, that’s all. Just the tip.”

Maybe with Art’s gf? They’re close and you know they’ve done more together than they’ll admit to and Art’s got those catholic premarital sex notions so you’re kinda on edge and if it IS just the tip then it’s fine, right? If it doesn’t go any further than that… it doesn’t count as cheating when it’s his best friend and it’s just the tip….

Turning that on its head and sweet blushing virgin Art getting so worked up that it’s Your turn to say “just the tip, baby. It doesn’t count if you’re not all the way in. I bet it’s so painful, I wanna help. You can give me the tip.”

Naturally neither stop at just the tip teehee

FUUUUUUUCK <3 this has been hidden in my inbox and I JUST found it. Feeling INSANE!!!

Patrick thinks you're too sweet to go unfucked, to have your needs ignored in favor of some moral high ground bullshit. He knows how needy you are— you're not exactly subtle when you watch Art tug his sweaty shirt off on the tennis court, how you clench your thighs and cross and uncross your legs to get a bit of friction.

And he doesn't miss how you watch him either, when he's shirtless on the court, or at the pool. When it's hot in Art's dorm and he's stripped to his boxers. You watch him, you swallow and lick your lips and look away.

And there you are, staying the summer at his parent's empty mansion. Art's inside sleeping off a hangover, and you're with Patrick at the pool in a tiny bikini. You turn and stretch and reapply sunscreen onto your skin, and that's all it takes for Patrick to pop an obvious boner.

He's not above begging. Pleading. Getting on his goddamn knees for pussy. And he's very convincing. He knows you need more than what Art can give you, and Patrick doesn't even have to give you everything, you can save that for Art, he promises.

How can you say no? You should say no, but you don't. You let him tug your bikini bottoms to the side and tease the head of his cock through your sticky folds, bumping against your clit while you writhe on the plush lounge chair.

It doesn't take long for you to beg him. Each time his cockhead nudges against your entrance that tight ring of muscle there twitches, like your body wants to suck him deeper. When he just barely breaches your entrance you moan so pretty, it's like music to his goddamn ears.

It takes all of his self control to keep from driving in, deep, fucking you like he wants. But he's good. Even when you move your pretty manicured fingers to rub at your clit, even when your cunt clenches and pulses around him. He wants to fuck you the way you deserve, but he's a gentleman. He keeps his promise. He pulls out to cum, painting your cunt and bikini bottoms sticky white.

And once you have that, you just want Art more. You've gotten a taste, and you want the real thing bad. But Art's so sweet, so repressed.

Your poor, sweet Art, who has to hold you still with firm hands on your hips after five minutes of making out. Whose face goes ruddy and sheepish as he says he just needs a second to cool down. Who apologizes for getting so worked up and tells you that you're just so pretty he can't help it.

And you're so convincing that Patrick would be proud. Because it doesn't count if he's doesn't go all the way in, right? It'll help if he just gets a bit of release, then he won't be so tempted and overwhelmed by you. Isn't that a good thing? To just give in a little so he isn't tempted to give in entirely? Won't god understand?

If god doesn't understand, Art does. He swallows down a nervous lump in his throat and tugs down his jeans and boxers. His cock is flushed red and beading precum just from a heavy makeout session.

"You can't touch it." The words make you want to pout, but Art's like a skittish animal— one wrong move and it's over. So you lay back on the bed peel your panties away from your drenched pussy, so slick it's obscene.

It's just the tip. Art's a good boy, he'll behave. His hands shake as he leans down, brushes your hair from your face before he gives you a soft kiss. His cock notches against your entrance and you're both trembling with pure want.

It takes all of his self control, it really does. He feeds the first inch or two inside and you're so tight and wet and hot that he nearly cums then and there. He ruts into you with soft, shallow motions— making sure not to go too deep, even if he wants to. And he wants to so fucking badly.

"Just a little deeper," you nearly beg, and how can he say no? Just a little more. It won't hurt, it feels so good anyway. And then a little more, because he's already come this far. And then your heels press into his ass and he's buried in you to the hilt and you're squeezing him so tight that he can't help it.

He comes with a strangled groan, hips jerking clumsily as he instinctually tries to bury himself deeper. He collapses on top of you, all of the energy sapped out of him as he continues to rut into your cunt.

"I don't think that's going to help with temptation," he mumbles against your throat.

You kiss the crown of his head and pet his soft curls and assure him that it's fine, that he didn't mean to, that he didn't sin that much. He's a good guy, god will understand. All the while, you're keenly aware of a shadow of someone standing just on the other side of the door. A very smug, very proud Patrick Zweig.

[strngegirl]

a/n: wrote this because the other thing im working on doesn't seem to be going so well and i need a break from it. (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`) just an idea i had, so not very good.

cw: unestablished relationship, gn reader, you and gojo are coworkers in an office, you give him a disinterested handjob and he's really into it, gojo is kind of a pathetic loser and kind of a pervert, not proofread.

!! nsfw !!

"Do you want to give me a handy?"

That's the first sentence that left your coworker's mouth when he plopped down on the seat next to yours.

It was only you and the insufferable Gojo Satoru left in the office, both unfortunately having overtime. Your head was aching from the amount of workload you have to do, and now it ached even more when he just said the weirdest shit you've ever heard in your whole life.

You swivel your chair to look at him, exasperation written all over your face once you take in his rare serious face.

"A handy?" You blink slowly. "A handy."

"A handjob, yes. I'm asking you for a handjob." He says, and again, his voice lacks the usual playfulness. He's serious about this. He's talking about this like it's a business proposal.

Satoru didn't know what washed over him either. He just thought you looked so good like that, all tired and fatigued and hardworking and then the more he thinks about it the harder his dick gets. He's not beating the weirdo allegations. And then he decided to shoot his shot for whatever reason.

When you continue to stare at him with the same expression, he starts to get a little nervous. Maybe he should retreat.

Ready to exude his charm and play it off, a nod came from you and that stops him in his tracks. Now it's him being the shocked one. He wasn't expecting you to actually agree, considering he's well aware of how much you find him irritating.

"O-oh, seriously?" His voice comes out a little quiet as he stares at you dumbfounded, watching you turn back to your computer. You nod again.

Feeling like he's in a fever dream, he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out almost too quickly as he scoots a little closer to you, eyes wide and eager. He thought you were gonna give your full attention to him but no, you start typing on your keyboard again. Now that makes him feel a little embarrassed. He's almost tempted to push his boner back into his pants before one of your hands reaches out and blindly searches for his cock. He stiffens when you finally find it, gripping it firmly for a few seconds before you slowly start to jerk him off.

Satoru literally doesn't know what's happening, but the fact you're continuing to jerk him off even as you refocus back on work is oddly hot. The sight of it almost makes him cum on the spot even if you've barely started. God, that's pathetic.

You, on the other hand, are still a bit confused about this whole situation. At first, you lowkey wanted to tell him off and report him to HR tomorrow, but at some point through your mental debate, you just thought, 'why not'. Maybe work really is driving you insane.

At first, it was a little awkward. You have one hand on your keyboard, one hand on some cock and a guy next to you, whimpering. Soon it turns into white noise for you as you completely immerse yourself back into work, forgetting what you're doing. Your hand on Satoru's cock is just moving on its own, having gotten the rhythm and moves itself up and down on his aching length at an agonizing pace. But somehow, Satoru really likes it. Like, really.

He leans back in the chair, his chest heaves up and down as he watches your hand slowly stroke his cock while your attention is entirely elsewhere. It's been barely ten minutes, and you've hardly sped up, but Satoru already feels like he's about to cum. His hips buck up into your hand a few times, muttering soft curses as his face grow pinker every second your hand is on him.

"Fuck." You suddenly say, your hand unintentionally tightening around his dick and that was his breaking point. He lets out a breathy moan as cum spurt out of his tip in thick, white globs, coating your hand entirely. You flinch at his orgasm, wide eyes flying towards him then you remember that you were giving him a handjob.

Slowly, you pull your hand away from him and subconsciously wipe away his sperm on his thigh. He doesn't really argue about it, though.

It was a little awkward after he finished, and you're about to stand up to go wash your hands but Satoru suddenly grabs onto your arm, still panting like a bitch in heat.

"That was-" he gulps. "Good. Can we- I don't know, do this again? Like, you can do whatever you want but like, also jerk me off at the same time."

He's running his words through his dick first right now. You gave him the most mind shattering orgasm through that alone and he feels like it unlocked something inside of him.

"...I mean, okay, I guess." You shrug. "But can you pay for my lunch-"

"Yes. Yes I will."

"Okay."

[thedevilspearl]

prone to bone — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ i’ve been seeing prone bone floating around recently and also can’t get the brothers out of my head so here is my take on how the brothers feel about the position. spoiler alert: they fucking love it.

tags ʚɞ female reader x lucifer, mammon (filming during the act), leviathan, satan (power play), asmodeus (crying), beelzebub (size kink) + belphegor. explicit smut, minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 feels an immense surge of control when he towers over you, his thighs on either side of you resting just enough weight on you to trap you underneath him, but not enough to hurt you. he doesn’t need to trap you; he knows you’d never try to move away from him when his cock is filling you up so well. but there’s something about you not having the choice to that adds to his total control over you. his hands rub up and down your back, taking a moment to grope your ass while he slowly drives his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding his cock to the hilt and ascending to a higher realm when he hears your lustful cries muffled by pillows. “my sweet darling,” he pulls away the pillows with a deep rut, causing you to yelp. “don’t hide your voice. i want to hear how dirty you are.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 one hundred per cent records you in this position every single time. it’s the same position but each occasion that calls for it is a whole new experience. he just loves when the base of his cock presses against your perky ass. he loves the way your ass cheeks jiggle when he speeds up his pace, when they mould into his hands while he grabs them roughly. but most of all, he loves the strangled cries sounding from the body beneath him. oh, he knows he’s fucking you good; so deep and intimate is the way his cock buries itself in your pussy, dragging against all the right places. he can go round after round in this position, filming it on his ddd so he can watch it on repeat when you’re not around. “fucking hell,” he grunts, chuckling while holding handfuls of your ass. “ya look so pretty for me, don’t think i’m stopping any time soon.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves the prone bone. it’s one of the positions where his confidence and self–esteem rockets sky high. he usually gets a bit shy being on top but he appreciates having your face hidden in the cushions while he does all the work, blushing the entire time; and it’s a relatively easy position, not too strenuous for him and his debatably poor stamina. but god, he just loves when you wear his shirt in this position, completely naked underneath but every thrust has him losing himself in the sight of your body as his shirt inches its way up your back. and along with his fingers interlacing with yours as they push down into the mattress and your ass bouncing up into him as he fucks you deep, it’s enough to make him finish in seconds. “i’m cumming!” levi cries, body collapsing on yours but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his twitching cock. “holy shit, it feels so good.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 leans over you with his hands latched on each of your wrists, burying them in the bed sheets and with his thighs holding your lower body in place, there’s no way you can move. you desperately want to writhe and twitch in pleasure but he holds you perfectly still. your body shakes in the ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, a bliss only satan can bring to you as every grind of his hips is precise and perfect hitting your sweet spots again and again. it’s almost torture when he treats you like a toy, putting you in the perfect position for his greedy cock to fuck. you lay flat but your ass tilts upwards just the slightest bit, giving him the perfect angle to drive you both to insanity. “fuck! shit!” satan growls, so close to cumming but you defiantly fidgeted and disrupted his rhythm. “stay fucking still if you want to cum.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 has a particular taking to this position because it’s so easy to fuck you into oblivion and back without draining too much stamina from either of you. but that doesn’t mean you won’t end up with tears dripping down your face and drool spilling from your lips. it’s the way you scream his name extra loud as he ploughs into you from behind. his hands grip your ass tight while your head hangs off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. asmo loves fucking you in the collapsed doggy style, and as you squeeze the bed sheets for dear life while your body lays flat and twitching, asmo continues fucking you from behind and he can’t find it in him to stop. the position turns him into an insatiable devil “aww sweetie, i know you’re tired,” he whispers gently in your ears as your body wracks with sobs. “but you can take a little more, can’t you?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 loves putting his big body to the test, especially when he’s fucking you dumb on his huge cock. every position is a reminder of how huge he is compared to you, so it would be blasphemy to talk about beelzebub and the prone bone without mentioning his raging size kink. his fat balls rub against the back of your thighs while his thick cock stretches you open. it lays heavy in your pussy as he slowly grinds it back and forth, grunting each and every time. the way your pussy engulfs a beast like him, coating his cock in your arousal, it’s a marvel to him. his breath is hot and heavy, a signal that he’s extremely turned on. whether he’s towering above you or leaning over your shaking frame, he feels so fucking huge and that’s enough for him to want to fuck you in the position forever. “fuck, mc....you’re so tight, ‘s driving me crazy.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is a lazy git who prefers positions where you do most of the work. however, prone boning you is a compromise. he’ll put in the work while you melt into the bedsheets, but it’s also a relatively low effort position that doesn’t tire him out, and that means he can last longer. and he loves lasting long in this position because the view of your ass between his thighs and the expanse of your back on display for him is addictive. for once, he loves that you’re the one squirming underneath him, crying out his name only to be muffled by the blanket tugged between your teeth because his cock is fucking you so deeply. “fuck baby,” he grunts rutting his hips quicker and harder as the minutes pass. belphie loses his mind when you quivers around his cock. “gonna make me cum so hard.”

[lumiambrose]

✰ i know how to drive you insane

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader

summary: you've been giving him attitude, and he's reached his limit.

warnings: smut, pwp, degrading, slight choking, throat fucking, p in v, very vocal sae, degrading again

he’s angry, pissed even. it’s been that way for the past few days now. why? because his cute little girlfriend has been ignoring him. not only that, she has been giving him attitude too. rolling her eyes whenever he asked what’s wrong, giving your mutual friends more attention than you gave him and finding himself constantly stared down by your furious gaze. he’s been nothing but patient and kind with you, until now.

he comes home from an exhausting training, excited to finally shower and relax in your shared apartment. to no surprise, he is greeted by silence and a roll of eyes. you’re lounging on the sofa with a book in your hand and a perfect view of the main entrance so he knows your dramatic display was for him. you stand up to promptly retreat into your office as you feel sae’s hands wrap around your waist, caging you in his firm grip and closing the distance between the two of you.

he grunts as he presses into your back, your touch now unfamiliar to him. “for fucks sake, mind telling me what’s been on your mind recently?”

you stand in silence attempting to ignore him as his grip on your body tightened. feeling you squirming beneath his touch is so sickeningly blissful for him and god, he loves it. he smirks cruelly at the movement, eager to finally find his answer. “so you’re going to ignore me now, hm? is that it?” he chuckles darkly, moving one of his large hands to grip your chin tightly. “you’re testing my patience. i’ve been more than accommodating with your little attitude, but even i have limits.”

he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “you’re pushing me, and i don’t like being pushed. start talking before i make you talk, ok brat?” the hand holding your chin now slides down to your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure that makes you gasp for air.

you feel your body tense up at his order, pondering your options as you can feel your body slowly fill with fear. “what are you planning?” you manage to spit out with the remaining confidence in your body, hoping it's enough to fool the prodigy behind you.

to nobody’s surprise, it doesn’t.

a wicked grin makes its way across sae’s face as he notices the trace of fear in your eyes. “relax darling, don’t get all worked up now.” the grip on your throat is released, allowing you to catch your breath. “i’m not going to hurt you, i could never. i’m simply going to teach you a lesson, that’s all.”

he spins you to the wall, keeping you caged in between his body as his hand trails up your thigh, pushing your legs apart. “you know i can’t stand disobedient brats,” he spits while his fingers slip under your shorts, reading the skin around your entrance before pressing two fingers against it. he squeezes your hip tightly as he leans in to whisper, “you’ll submit to me, won’t you?”

you almost do, but what a shame it would be to cave in so quickly. despite how you squirm against his touch, you can’t give in. “in your dreams.” you roll your eyes in a final attempt to piss off sae. he lets out a laugh at your defiance. “oh, well aren’t you a stubborn one? fine, then.” he withdraws his fingers from your shorts and pushes you to your knees. “let’s teach this brat a lesson.”

he unzips his pants and frees his throbbing erection, smirking as he rubs the tip against your cheek, waiting for you to open your mouth willingly and take him in. though when you hesitate, he grabs your hair tightly and forces himself down your throat, making you gag on his size. 

his hand remains intertwined with your hair as he begins thrusting into your mouth. he grunts and moans as his pace slowly increases. enjoying the way your warm throat tightens around his length. he mockingly looks down on you, cooing over your pathetic figure. “that’s it, my good little pet. show me how much you’ll submit to me.”

the situation you find yourself in is ever so lewd you can’t help but moan around his dick. the intensity makes your heart race as he shoves his cock deeper into your throat, choking you with his girth. your eyes water while you’re struggling to breathe but he has you locked in his firm grip.

sae’s grunts and moans fill the apartment as he fucks your face, harder, faster. lewd sounds of his cock slamming into your throat are met by your muffled gagging. “fuck, you’re such a good little cock sleeve,”  he growls, pulling your hair roughly. "take it all, slut. show me how much you love choking on my dick."

the heat pooling between your legs betrays the tears streaming down your face. despite the pain and humiliation, your body almost instinctively responds to sae’s roughness, making your moans more eager than before and his grunts louder. “that’s it, take it like the cock-hungry whore you are,” he snarls. “i’ll use you until you can’t even remember your own name. you’ll be nothing but a mindless fucktoy for me to use.”

he slams into your throat one last time before finally pulling out, your saliva coating his cock. he tugs your hair, forcing you to look up at him while he pumps his throbbing erection with his fist.

“beg for it, slut,” he demands with a voice laced with lust. “beg me for my cum. show me how much you want it.”

you want to refuse, not giving in to your boyfriend’s antics. but the look in his eyes tells you, you don’t have a choice and despite your stubbornness, you need sae, you crave your release. a release only he can provide.

finally giving in, you whimper beneath him, “please,” your voice hoarse from sae’s rough treatment. “please, sae. i need you, fuck me. fill me with your cock, please give it to me.”

he finally won. a cruel look donned in sae’s eyes as you beg for him. “good girl,” he purrs, stroking his cock faster. “you’ll take every last drop i have, won’t you?”

you nod, tears still streaming down your face as sae abruptly pulls you up and guides you to the couch. you don’t even process the situation occurring before you until you’re lying on your back as sae positions himself between your legs. you squirm under his body as you feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance, gathering your slick on the tip.

‘i’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to love it. understood?” he growls, thrusting inside you in one swift motion. before you could nod or show agreement with any of sae’s words, he was stretching you out wide, making you cry out for him.

sae begins to pound into your tight cunt with deep thrusts. you arch your back as your bodies collide and your eyes roll back as your newfound pleasure builds, the pain from his sudden entry now almost gone.

“you’re so tight, so good,” he grunts in between thrusts as the grip he has on your hips tightens. “you love being fucked by me, don’t you?” you just about manage to nod at his words, unable to speak from the haze of pleasure you’re drowning in. your body is on fire and your mind a blur as he slams into you, your walls gripping his cock.

“scream for me, bitch,” he commands, increasing his pace. “show me how much you want this.”

your voice is raw and filled with pure lust as you cry out for your boyfriend. your hands claw at the couch as the pleasure spirals out of control and your body trembles at your release.

sae can’t hold back any longer. he pulls out, coating your folds with a mix of your arousals and lines his cock up with your mouth once more.

“swallow it all,” he orders, his voice thick with lust. “show me you’re a good pet.”

this time, you open your mouth willingly for him, your body still recovering from its high as he pushes into your throat again. his cock pulses, filling your mouth with his hot seed. you chock slightly, trying to swallow as much as you can. sae pulls out, his cock glistening with your saliva and his release.

he collapses onto the couch beside you, as you lay there panting, the intensity of the past few moments leaving you winded.

sae pulls you into his arms, cradling you close. “there you go, my good girl,” he murmurs as he holds you close. his grip firm but gentle. “you did so well for me.” in response, you bury your face in his chest, eyes still watery but mixed with a sense of relief.

as sae runs his fingers through your hair, you hear him mumble. “that aside, don’t do that anymore. understood?” you humm in response, letting a soft “mhm” followed by a muffled “i’m sorry” leaves your mouth, before finally looking up at him.

“don’t want you ignoring me, my dear,” sae says before kissing your forehead and carrying you to your bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[wooziorgans]

hear me out, woozi its definitely the type of man that would eat you out from behind while you are cooking or doing the dishes

— dishes

GODDDDD COOKED. yeah. yeah he would ur so right. n he’d do it as a thank you for taking care of him too!

also if he’s doing it from the back then i think he’d be heavy on the ass play too. he’d be groping you from behind mmmmm.

this rlly speaks to me ,,, spiritually,,, so here’s 1k words of him. yeah.

warnings: doing shit in the kitchen. i think manhandling. ass play, yeah that’s rlly it i think aside from ,,, getting eaten out.

Jihoon wraps his strong arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you scrub out the pot you used to make dinner. “Hi.” You giggle, water splashing onto your shirt as he catches you off guard.

“Hi, baby.” He mumbles, pushing his face into your neck. “Thank you for cooking tonight. Love you so much.” He seems almost drunk, with the way he’s mumbling and the sudden clinging to you. One of his arms undoes itself from your waist, moving behind your back to trace the waistband of your sweats with his fingers.

“I love you too, Hoonie. You doing okay?” You ask, placing the pot onto the drying rack.

You did have wine with your pasta, and your boyfriend’s a lightweight, but he’s not that much of a lightweight. Still, you can’t help but worry about his sudden shift in behaviour. It’s not unusual for Jihoon to be affectionate; he makes sure you know he loves you through physical affection when his words don’t seem like enough, but his speech is what sparks up your concern.

“‘M fine, love. You’re just so good to me, ‘n you’re so beautiful too.” His wandering hand slips down your sweats, resting on your ass. You rinse off the plates, placing them in the drying rack before you go to turn around and face him. Jihoon pushes his hips forwards to trap you against the counter. The water from the sink that had splashed onto the edge of the counter soaks into your shirt.

His hand squeezes your ass, whole palm enveloping your cheek. “Jihoon,” you hiss, hands gripping onto the edge of the counter.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but I’m so grateful for you. You take such good care of me. Let me thank you, baby.” Jihoon’s other hand slides around your waist to grip your ass with both hands. A soft gasp leaves your lips and it’s all you can manage at the moment. Jihoon takes it as a cue to move you away from the wet sink, knowing you’ll complain about the wet fabric of your shirt.

“J-Ji, the dishes—” He pushes you against the counter, palm flat against your back. Your cheek rests on the cold marble of the countertop. His hands move back to your sweats, pulling them down on one quick motion.

“I'll finish them for you later.” Jihoon detaches himself from your back, getting onto his knees as his hands massage your ass.

Something about your boyfriend on his knees for you drives you a little insane. His hand cracks down on the soft skin of your ass, his eyes intently focused on the way it recoils under his palm. He spreads you apart with both hands, a small moan leaving his lips as he sees the shine of your arousal glisten in the warm light of the kitchen.

“Fuck, baby, so wet for me already. You sure you didn’t spill any water while doing the dishes?” He chuckles deeply, finger sliding up and down your entrance.

“Fuck off,” You gasp, and any other retort you have to throw at him is lost when his tongue flattens against your core.

The warmth of his mouth almost sends you into shock as he teases your folds with his tongue, barely pushing it into you. He’s never eaten you out in this position before, and as his lips latch around your clit, nose pressing against your entrance, it’s so different it has your knees buckling.

Jihoon uses his hands to spread your ass apart, somehow supporting you as you start to fall apart.

“Taste so fucking sweet, baby. God, gonna eat you out like this all the time now. You look so pretty like this.” Jihoon’s never really vocal during sex, but something is different about this. The position he has you in requires him to praise you because of the view he has. He needs you to know how good you look, how sweet you taste, how much he needs you. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver up your spine.

Jihoon keeps massaging your ass as he sucks on your clit. He alternates between soft suction with his nose barely touching your skin, and harder suction where his nose is pressing into your folds, prodding your entrance.

He licks a long stripe up your core, nose brushing against your perineum, wetting the skin with your own arousal, and it’s not much but it’s enough to tip you over the edge. His thumb brushes over your asshole, spreading your slick over it, and it’s enough to have you coming undone on his tongue.

Jihoon keeps working you open on his mouth through your orgasm, pulling away once you’ve settled. “Fuck,” He hisses, slipping a finger into your entrance, “you’ve never cum from just oral before.” You can feel the smirk on his lips as he murmurs against your thigh.

He pumps his fingers in and out, tips brushing against your spot. “Gonna fuck you against the counter like this. Just gotta open you up for me.” He bites softly at the swell of your ass before adding another finger and pushing his tongue between his digits.

Your soft whimpers and moans motivate him, picking up at the intrusion of his tongue. He pumps both in and out, moaning softly at the taste of your previous release. When he’s satisfied, and feels your walls flutter around his fingers and tongue he keeps his pace steady, drinking in the low moan you let out as you come for a second time. Your knees buckle again and Jihoon palms your ass to keep you on your feet.

He pulls his fingers out, placing one last kiss over your entrance and another one on your ass before he stands up, slipping his sweats down to his ankles as he leans over your body. His mouth is right next to your ear as he whispers softly, “Gotta thank you properly for taking such good care of me,” as he rubs his tip against your entrance.

[seoulzie]

hiii, can i make a nsfw request for fem reader x yeonjun with the prompt ‘just the tip’ 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and he calls the reader bunny 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the rest is up to you if you take the request hehe

anyway, take care of yourself, i really really like your works !!

just the tip

WHEREIN: yeonjun cant hold himself back & begs reader for "just the tip"

彡 pairing: bf!yeonjun x reader 彡 genre: smut 彡 warnings: pet names (baby, bunny) begging, penetration, dirty talk, orgasm denial if u squint, yeonjun is lowkey a sub???

the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm hue over everything. yeonjun lay beside you, his arm draped lazily over your waist as he pressed gentle kisses along your neck. his breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"you're so beautiful, bunny," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. you could feel his need growing, pressing insistently against your thigh.

you turned to face him, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles of his abdomen. his breath hitched as you moved closer, your lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss. his hands roamed your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against his.

"yeonjun," you whispered, pulling back slightly. "we can't... not tonight."

he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. "please, i need you. just a little?"

you bit your lip, the sight of him so needy and desperate making your resolve waver. “just the tip,” your voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes lit up with a fervor that made your core clench in anticipation. he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your slick folds. the sensation made you shiver, your breath hitching as he gently pushed just the head inside.

yeonjun groaned in relief, positioning himself at your entrance. “thank you so much—fuck—oh god—so good,” he whimpered as he slipped in gently, just the head of his cock stretching you deliciously.

you clenched around him, making him gasp and grip your hips to steady himself. “don’t move,” you warned, enjoying the power you held over him.

he nodded frantically, his breath coming in short pants. “i’ll be good. i promise.”

yeonjun complied as best he could, his hand moving to jerk himself off while keeping just the tip inside you. the sensation was maddening, both of you on the edge, but you teased him further, clenching around him every once in a while.

“fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hips twitching as he tried to resist the urge to thrust deeper.

“bunny, please,” he panted, his voice full of need. “let me… please…”

he whimpered, his head falling forward as he tried to comply. the sight of him struggling was driving you insane, your own desire growing with each passing second. his hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they’d leave marks, but the pleasure of seeing him this desperate was worth it.

he thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow rhythm. his eyes locked onto yours, pleading silently for more. you clenched around him again, enjoying the way he shivered in response. his hand moved faster on his cock, his movements becoming erratic.

“please, fuck,” he begged, his voice breaking. “i can’t… i need… more…”

a delicious dread coiled in your stomach, a warning sign ignored by the traitorous thrumming in your pulse, the sensation of his tip inside you driving you to the brink. you knew he was close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. your own arousal was reaching its peak, and you decided to give in.

“okay, junnie,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “you can have more.”

he let out a strangled cry of relief, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself fully inside you. the sudden stretch made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. he didn’t move at first, just savoring the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you. then he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure for both of you.

“fuck, bunny,” he moaned, his voice low and guttural. “you feel so good. so tight.”

you could only moan in response, your body arching into his as he picked up the pace. each thrust was hitting you deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. his hands moved to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as he continued to pound into you.

“more,” you choked, your own need taking over. “harder.”

he obliged, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by his guttural moans and your breathless cries. you could feel yourself getting closer, the pit in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“i’m gonna… fuck… i’m gonna come,” he groaned, his pace becoming erratic.

“do it,” you urged, your own climax building. “come for me, jun"

his hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. the feeling of his release triggered your own, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. you clung to him, your nails leaving red trails down his back as you both rode out your pleasure.

when it was over, he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands stroking your sides soothingly.

“thank you, bunny,” he whispered, his voice full of contentment. “that was… amazing.”

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “anytime, baby. anytime.”

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[cherrywrecked]

pleasing wonyoung with a toy but she gets too loud so you put her mouth to good use?

can i be 🐿️ anonnie?

of course, you can be 🐿️ anon! thank you. 🥹🌸

ah, wonyoung. sweet baby wonyoung. :(( used to be so innocent. until you happened. now, she's just a very sensitive bunny, always craving for your touch and you've always wondered how she'd act if you use your toys on her.

“it's okay, baby, mommy's done this so many times before, i promise you'll feel good.” reassuring her and sealing the promise with a kiss over her lips, spreading her legs. you turned on the vibrating dildo, teasing it over her inner thighs, preparing her for the toy. “m-mommy... it tickles.” wony says, squirming under your touch, still as cute as ever.

“sshh, keep your legs open for me, doll.” to which she obliged to, hand covering her mouth as whimpers slip out from her tiers. you locked eyes with her as you brought the toy closer to her cunt. wonyoung lets out a loud gasp as the toy finally touched her wet core, legs closing almost immediately. “keep your legs open, wonyoung. this is your last warning from me.” the once sweet tone now turned threatening. wonyoung could only do so much as pushing herself to keep her legs open, hips moving along to the slow vibrations of the toy. you could see her cunt dripping down the cheeks of her ass and shit. you just want to push your face in between her legs and smother your lips with her juices, but teasing wonyoung this was was more fun.

without warning, you increased the intensity of the vibrations, testing out its different modes on wonyoung. all modes were driving her crazy—only moans and begging coming out of her pretty, fuckable lips. god, her plump, pink lips look so inviting... “hold this, baby.”, you said, handing her the toy over. wony pressed the tip harder against her clit, her moans growing louder as you got ever more horny for her. Her moans had always been the prettiest, just like herself, but god. Never have you thought she could sound better than she already does. Finally taking your own clothes off, wonyoung tried to reach out for you—to touch you. “Want… want you… touch… please…” wonyoung’s words were incoherent, tongue out as she pants, the toy still pressed against her clit. God, she’s the most obedient girl ever, how can you not give her what she wants?

“Open up for mommy, princess.” you said as you hovered above her face, head tilting back as you felt her soft tongue press against your slit. You groaned as you lowered your hips, hand grabbing the toy away from the girl’s hold. Wonyoung wraps her lips around your clit, sucking on it. Without warning, you switched the vibrator’s intensity to its highest, making wonyoung arch her back, moaning against your core. The vibrations emitting from her moans against your clit—your moans echoing wonyoung’s was driving the little girl insane, mind clouded with nothing but lust and hunger for you. “Mommy… mommy…!” wonyoung squeals under you as you held her waist down, hips grinding against her face. “Your mouth, princess. Make mommy cum and i’ll give you what you want.” the both of you knew very well what she wanted and wonyoung already knew what to do. With all the power she can muster, she lifts her hand up, presses her thumb against your clit as she slips her tongue along the length of your slit, your juices coating her already wet muscle before it enters your dripping hole, the warmth of your entrance making her moan. As if her tongue was her dick feeling your tightness and wetness around it. like the good girl wonyoung is, she makes you cum with nothing but her tongue and her thumb pressed harshly against your clit whilst your hips move atop her, legs shaking as your juices mess with her beautiful face.

“fuck, baby.” your voice, raspy and breathy, sent shivers down wonyoung’s spine. she found it sexy. sexiest it’s ever been. you unlatched yourself from her only to hover atop her again, this time your bodies pressed against each other. the vibrator, forgotten, vibrates just on the bed. it was a shame, seeing such a pretty useful toy not to get used, right? just like wonyoung herself.

you kissed wonyoung’s lips, making out with the younger girl. her moans against your lips was enough to make you crave her more. without even pulling away, you found the vibrator—not wasting any time, you immediately pressed it on wonyoung’s hard nipples, the tip of the dildo teasing her sensitive bud. “mommy… more… more, please. mommy.” her voice sounds so beautiful begging, calling your name like that. keeping your promise, you worked your way to kiss her down her jaw, neck, and eventually her tits. sucking on one of her nipples whilst the other gets played with the vibrator—which doesn't last long as you trailed the toy down back to her clit, obviously wet now, dripping, even.

a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips, keeping them ajar, you slipped two fingers into her mouth as you positioned yourself in between her legs. with the vibrator in between both your legs, you started riding wonyoung, scissoring the younger girl. it wasn't even to your surprise anymore when you felt wonyoung move on her own and you didn't have to do anything else. you just watched her please both of you, eyes rolling as she tried her very best to keep the eye contact. wonyoung is such a mess. she’d always been, as long as she's with you. the good little girl becomes a slut hungry for orgasm, hungry for you.

this feels so rushed— it is, actually. it's been on my drafts for so long, i just wanted to post it already.

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

BREAKING POINT-RAFE CAMERON

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥

The argument had started like all your arguments with Rafe: loud, intense, and completely over the top.

“You never listen, Rafe!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air as you paced the small guest room of Tannyhill. “It’s always about what you want, what you think is right-”

“Because I’m fucking right, Y/N!” Rafe shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. His blue eyes were blazing, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re the one who doesn’t get it. You think you can just do whatever you want, act like nothing matters-”

“Nothing matters?” you shot back, turning to face him. “Are you serious right now? The only reason we’re even having this conversation is because you’re jealous. Again!”

Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Jealous? Of what? Some loser Pogue who doesn’t even know how to look at you right? Give me a break.”

Your blood boiled at his dismissive tone. “God, you’re impossible,” you snapped, moving toward the door. “I don’t even know why I bother-”

Before you could leave, Rafe stepped in front of you, his tall frame blocking your path. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity in them made your breath hitch.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Get out of my way,” you said, trying to shove past him, but his hands shot out, grabbing your wrists gently and pinning you against the door.

“No,” he growled, leaning in closer. “We’re not done here.”

Your chest heaved as you glared up at him, his body pressed against yours, his grip firm but not painful. The air between you was charged, electric, the line between anger and something much darker blurring with every second that passed.

“Let me go,” you said, but the words came out weak, unconvincing.

Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. “You sure about that?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Because the way you’re looking at me right now says otherwise.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in. He wasn’t wrong. Despite the anger simmering between you, there was something else, something undeniable.

“Rafe,” you started, your voice faltering.

“Say it,” he demanded, his gaze burning into yours.

“Say what?”

“That you want this,” he said, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly. “That you want me.”

You swallowed hard, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his intensity. “I hate you,” you whispered, but the words lacked any real venom.

“No, you don’t,” Rafe said, his lips brushing against your ear. “You hate how much you want me.”

And just like that, the dam broke.

You surged forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from both of you. Rafe groaned against your mouth, his hands releasing your wrists to grab your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues as weeks of pent up frustration spilled out in a torrent of passion. His hands roamed over your body, gripping, kneading, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your shirt over your head. “You’re driving me insane.”

“Good,” you shot back, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “You deserve it.”

Rafe chuckled darkly, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it aside. “You’ve got a smart mouth,” he said, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck. “I think I need to do something about that, yeah?”

Your back hit the door as his lips found the sensitive spot below your ear, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in one swift motion.

“Baby,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth continued its assault on your neck.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as he carried you to the bed.

“Baby,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he laid you down on the mattress.

He hovered over you, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, his hands sliding up your thighs to hook around your underwear and pull them down. His touch was firm, confident, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers teasing your entrance. “You’re mine, Y/N. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“Damn right you are,” he said, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss as he pushed inside you.

The feeling of him filling you completely stole the air from your lungs, your body arching against his as he began to move. His rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, like he wanted to savor every moment. But it didn’t take long for the intensity to build, his thrusts growing harder, faster, as the heat between you reached a boiling point.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as his pace quickened. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response, as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks that only seemed to spur him on.

“Rafe,” you moaned, your voice trembling as you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Come for me, baby. I’ve got you, alright?”

His words were your undoing, and with a cry of his name, you shattered beneath him, your body trembling as pleasure consumed you.

Rafe wasn’t far behind, his movements growing erratic as he chased his release. With a low groan, he buried his face in your neck, his body tensing as he found his own climax.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Finally, Rafe pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes softer now as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You drive me crazy,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Good,” he replied, his smile forming as he caught his breath. “You deserve it.”

You chuckled, your lips brushing against his in a surprisingly tender kiss. “Maybe,” you said. “But you’re stuck with me now.” And in that moment, he didn’t mind one bit.

[luvzshy]

can you do gf!billie and reader going on live together and its just cute and funny fluff💖

a/: awh i love this, so cutie 🙁💕

Drive-Thru Moments

The phone is propped up on the dashboard, the two of you waiting in a slow-moving drive-thru line for burgers and fries. Billie’s hand is resting on the gear shift, and your legs are casually stretched out as you scroll through comments on your phone.

“Alright, you ready?” you ask with a grin, already hovering over the button to start the live.

Billie glances over at you, smirking. “Let’s do it. But don’t roast me when I mess up the order.”

You hit the button, and in seconds, the comments start to flood in. “Hey, guys!” you greet, waving at the camera. Billie leans in slightly, adjusting her hair and giving a small wave. “We’re currently stuck in this drive-thru getting food because, well, we’re hungry.”

“And the line is insanely long,” Billie adds, drumming her fingers on the wheel. “So, we figured, why not hang out with you guys for a bit?”

The comments start flying in, some asking what you’re ordering, others hyped to see the two of you live together. Billie squints at the screen to read the comments. “Okay, someone asked what we ordered. Uh, burgers, fries, and milkshakes, right?”

“Yep,” you confirm with a laugh, pointing at Billie. “She went for the double cheeseburger, and I’m keeping it classic with the single.”

Billie nods. “And extra fries for you, of course.”

“As always,” you say, reaching over to snag a fry from the bag you’ve already half-eaten while waiting in line.

Another comment catches your attention. “Someone said we should do a ‘who knows each other better’ challenge,” you read aloud, glancing at Billie with a raised eyebrow. “Wanna test our knowledge?”

Billie chuckles, sitting up straighter. “Oh, I got this. I know you better than anyone.”

“Yeah, okay, we’ll see,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

Billie looks at the screen, reading out the first question that pops up. “Alright, ‘What’s her favorite thing to do on a lazy day?’” She turns to you, confidently answering. “Easy. Movie marathon, snacks all day, and no interruptions.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, nodding in approval. “I’ll give you that one. Now, for you…” You pause, pretending to think it over. “Video games or lying in bed listening to music for hours.”

Billie points at you with a grin. “Spot on. Next question!”

The live continues with you two bouncing back and forth between questions, playfully teasing each other and reading out comments. The next question comes in: ‘Who’s more likely to forget something important?’

You immediately point at Billie. “Oh, 100% you! Do we need to talk about the time you forgot to bring your ID to the airport?”

Billie groans, her face scrunching up in embarrassment. “Ugh, that was one time! And I had to go all the way back home to get it while you just sat there eating snacks, not even stressing.”

“Because I know you!” you laugh. “I knew you’d figure it out, but still—definitely you.”

Billie waves her hand dismissively, but she’s laughing too. “Okay, okay, fine. I forget things. Your turn now.”

More questions come in, one asking who’s more likely to start an argument over something silly. You laugh before answering, “Probably me. I mean, have you met me? I get fired up over the smallest things sometimes.”

Billie nods, smirking. “Yep. But it’s cute, so it’s fine.”

As the live continues, the car moves up in line, and Billie starts getting ready to order. She’s about to roll down the window when you glance at the comments again. “Wait! Someone asked if we’ve ever had a disastrous cooking experience together.”

Billie bursts out laughing, almost forgetting she’s next in line. “Oh my God, do we tell them about the pancakes?”

You shake your head, already cringing. “Okay, so we thought we’d make breakfast together one morning, right? Easy, pancakes and bacon. But someone…” you give Billie a side-eye, “… decided to eyeball the measurements for the batter.”

“I thought I knew what I was doing!” Billie defends herself, still laughing. “I had no idea pancakes could come out that thin. Like, they were almost see-through.”

“They were basically crepes,” you add, laughing too. “And the bacon was burnt because we got distracted.”

“By playing with the dog,” Billie finishes, nodding. “So, yeah, don’t let us near a kitchen unless you want a breakfast disaster.”

Finally, it’s your turn to order, and Billie rolls down the window. She gets through the order perfectly, even remembering your extra fries, and as she pulls forward, you give her a dramatic round of applause.

“Redemption,” you say, grinning. “No mistakes this time.”

Billie leans over, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Told you I got this.”

With the food in hand and the live still going, the two of you settle in to eat while chatting more casually about upcoming plans and reading random comments. At one point, someone asks if you have any plans for a road trip, and Billie smiles. “We’ve talked about it, maybe doing a little getaway soon. Nothing too far, but yeah, we’re thinking about it.”

“Probably somewhere with no distractions,” you add, popping a fry into your mouth. “Just us, good music, and a whole lot of snacks.”

As the live winds down, Billie glances at the screen and gives a little wave. “Alright, guys, we’re gonna head out and eat before everything gets cold, but thanks for hanging out with us!”

“Yeah, you guys are the best,” you add, blowing a quick kiss to the camera. “We’ll do this again soon. Maybe next time with less drive-thru and more… whatever this chaos is.”

With one last laugh, Billie ends the live, and the two of you sit back in the car, smiling at each other. You grab a fry, holding it up to her. “Not bad, huh?”

Billie bites the fry you’re holding and grins. “We’re kinda fun together, aren’t we?”

You laugh, leaning over to kiss her. “Totally.”

[slaybestieslay946]

Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

MASTERLIST

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan. 

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder. 

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. 

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy. 

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…” 

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you. 

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing. 

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” 

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.” 

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.” 

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off. 

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” 

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed. 

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.” 

*

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon. 

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena. 

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away. 

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares. 

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known. 

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you. 

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you. 

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.” 

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance. 

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for. 

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back. 

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively. 

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat. 

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena. 

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless. 

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.” 

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased. 

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again. 

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.” 

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath. 

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked. 

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion. 

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes. 

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.” 

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face. 

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand. 

*

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her. 

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?” 

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.” 

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly. 

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need. 

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.” 

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.” 

“Bitch.”  

*

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious. 

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies. 

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring. 

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy. 

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile. 

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned. 

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head. 

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her. 

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked. 

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new. 

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. 

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa. 

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate. 

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly. 

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms. 

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head. 

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake. 

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted. 

“Shut up.” 

*

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’. 

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went. 

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.” 

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods. 

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff. 

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction. 

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff. 

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation. 

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings. 

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust). 

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods. 

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response. 

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.  

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not. 

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked. 

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper. 

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning. 

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed. 

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one. 

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually. 

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin. 

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours. 

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?” 

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen. 

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him. 

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory. 

*

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag. 

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset. 

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her. 

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand. 

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now. 

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. 

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful. 

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?” 

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless. 

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks. 

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!” 

“What, no it’s not-” 

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?” 

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before. 

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening. 

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts. 

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table. 

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care. 

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him. 

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food. 

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

*

As it turned out, it could be really bad. 

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate. 

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly. 

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered. 

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull. 

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses. 

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake. 

All the things you liked to do. 

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself. 

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames. 

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them. 

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him. 

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go. 

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck. 

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t. 

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

*

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way. 

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you? 

 Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend. 

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart. 

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth). 

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend. 

“Hey!” 

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you. 

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy. 

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?” 

“Just needed some air.” 

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically. 

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship. 

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.” 

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement. 

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.” 

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that. 

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained. 

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous. 

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across. 

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.” 

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly. 

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you. 

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body. 

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again. 

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him. 

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body. 

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.” 

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.” 

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.” 

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that. 

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. 

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.” 

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego. 

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.” 

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” 

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.” 

[yanderestarangel]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐲𝐳𝐨𝐭𝐡 - 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰

‧₊˚✧˖°💌 in my syzoth era, I had never noticed him, but now I have... so get ready for lots of fics from this bbg on my profile. Requests about him are also welcome! just read the rules first <3

𝐓𝐖: afab anatomy, ftm reader, v!sex, overstimulation, soft!dom syzoth, confused feelings on the part of the reader, little angst, reader has trust issues, passionate syzoth, unprotected sex, cum play, smut, porn plot, praise.

You and Syzoth just had a friendship with benefits, you didn't want a serious relationship with anyone after all the messy breakups you suffered in the past ⸺ however, he only left it because he was always in love with you, and you knew it, but he was with afraid of getting involved again.

It was another night that you called him to your house, and he seemed softer... more insecure too. "-I really like spending time with you dear..." Syzoth spoke calmly, as if he wanted to say something to more, but refrained for fear of your reaction ⸺ You slowly took off your clothes, replying that you also enjoyed his company, however, putting emphasis on the phrase "friendship with benefits"; soon getting on top of the tattooed man's lap, he was still wearing his clothes while you lightly rubbed yourself against his growing erection, you notice a vague, but evident sadness in Syzoth's eyes when he looks at you.

"-Dearest (Y/N)... I have thought about how much you mean to me and..." He starts breathing heavily as his hands gently touch your hips with remarkable timidity; it is clear that he hopes to calm down any nervousness this conversation might cause "-I know we said no strings attached, but I can not help but feel something deeper for you." He uttered softly. You sighed, obviously you enjoyed the Zeterran's company, he treated you extremely well, he was a gentleman, he listened to you and understood you, but fear still consumed you.

You took his dick out of his pants, watching the pulsing shaft jump and leak pre semen, rubbing your pussy along its length, saying again that the two of you had talked about it, trying to divert the focus from your heart racing because of the man below you ⸺ he bites his lip nervously before responding in a husky tone as you touch him.

"-I know—but it feels so good to be with you... I won't force anything on you... I know we said that... But since the day we started this arrangement, my feelings for you have grown much stronger." His voice was filled with an unspoken plea for understanding that might not translate well into words.

He groans softly at the sensation caused by your fingers moving over his cock while rubbing against your wet cunt; he holds onto your hips gently trying not push himself more than necessary despite these impulses stirring inside him. "-I know it can be scary... but please trust me..." He whispers fervently right before his lips gently brush against your cheek; the tip of forked tongue emerging briefly only to vanish back inside just as quickly—subtle reminder of who he is – then looks deeply into your eyes again... He knew how much you suffered, but he wasn't like anyone you had been involved with, he loved you more than anything, he needed someone to care for, he needed to be loved and love you.

As each inch goes deeper inside of you, a low growl escapes from him, he was trying desperately maintain control over himself due to the intense desire gnawing at him. "-I won't ever do anything that hurts or disappoints my sweetheart."

Syzoth's eyes glaze over with raw lust. The sight of his dick disappearing into your pussy is too much for him to handle right now - every twitch and contraction makes him feel in control but also dangerously close to losing it all... just like those thrilling circus acrobatics. "-You are so tight... Oh god... Fuck baby... You are driving me insane-" His hips moved rhythmically beneath him and tendons popped up on either side of his muscular thighs clearly showing how much power each thrust carrie.

"-You look so beautiful while taking me... my sweet petite little thing." He growls out almost incoherently before kissing your neck passionately while his erection glides effortlessly within you; body pressing against yours intimately - skin touching sweaty skin. His cock throb harder, leaking a trail of precum that trickled down onto the bedding below.

His breath was hot against your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of sweat dripping down your skin – almost like a hungry animal seeking sustenance. "-Please... tell me you trust me..." He pleaded with those beautiful puppy dog eyes that held so much vulnerability and desire mixed together perfectly; "-I've never wanted anything more than to please you... Just let go darling... Let yourself fall into this moment with me- Tell me... tell me you need it... say it!" he demanded hoarsely "-T-Tell me that you want more of my cock. "

Your brain was confused, the haze of pleasure consumed you, you just let the words run wild in the space of the room, opening up your fears and feelings while Syzoth fucked you harder every second, feelings that were locked deep inside your core hurt by people from past, every word was heard by your dominant ⸺ "-I will give you, all the love... - whatever it takes, let these fears go..." Syzoth pleads softly in your ear once again before starting to kiss along its length loudly slurping noises resonating throughout room due their intensity level. "-Just let yourself fall into my arms completely… Trust yourself to be safe with me right now."

He could feel tears streaming down your cheeks while panting heavily underneath him – wanting nothing but for her satisfaction. It seemed like a battle between two forces within them: fear versus love—fear of getting hurt again against an undeniable yearning towards one another. "-Cum all over my cock baby... let me feel every single contraction." His hands reach up to caress and squeeze your breasts roughly while continuing to thrust into you deeply; nipples erect from the rough treatment. "-You're so close, aren't you?" he asked soft "-I can feel it building up inside you... tell me when you're about to come..."

You finally reach the edge, shaking and mouthing his name over and over as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Syzoth couldn't help but let out a growl of his own, feeling the walls tighten around him and your fluids mixing with precum that had leaked earlier - yet another trigger for him.

"-C-Cumming..." He curses breathlessly as he pulls back slightly – cum shooting across your chest in thick ropes; body shuddering violently from this intense orgasm. "-Oh fuck!- That's it baby... you look fucking beautiful when you cum for me boy- holy shit-" Syzoth praises hoarsely between gasps for air while still stroking himself above you - enjoying each spasm wracking through his body after depositing his load on you lovingly. He falls onto bed next to my shivering form - both panting heavily.

Syzoth's breathing slowly starts to stabilize, his chest heaving up and down in sync with yours, "-I don't know what the future holds for us... But... I want you to be my partner... My first choice." His hand reaches out tentatively towards yours—seeking contact as if testing the waters before fully committing; "-Let me make you happy again... you can be my boy... and I can be yours..." His other arm wraps comfortably around you, pulling you closer into his chest – feeling safer with every passing second together against the darkness outside your world - You didn't know what it would be like, but you wanted to try, for you and for lover... Syzoth.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[beenbaanbuun]

mean dom w/ matz seonghwa (specifically)

words - 🤨

genre - smut with a little fluff at the end

warnings - oh god, mean dom!hwa, choking, spit kink, overstimulation, brief mention of safewords (none are used in this), degradation, brat kink, clit slapping, dacryphilia, desk sex, boot riding, boot licking, edging, aftercare, clothed sex (he wears his fur coat the entire time), gagging (with panties), good god, i’m so sorry for what i’ve written…

matz seonghwa is genuinely driving me insane. every time i see him in that stupid fur coat all i can think about is him being a mean dom

like i’m sorry but imagine him pinning you to the bed with a hand around your neck whilst he fucks you in nothing but the coat

your cheeks are wet from a mixture of your tears of overstimulation and his spit

but he doesn’t slow down as he watches you cry

no, he speeds up, even going as far as to reach between you and let his fingers play with your already abused clit

he’d been playing with it for what felt like hours now, alternating between his fingers and his tongue until he finally decides you were ready for him to fuck you

you whine and try your best to thrash about, but his grip tightens around your neck

your eyes go wide as he restricts your air supply

“fucking stay still, brat,” he grunts through gritted teeth, “you wanted to piss me off so now you have to suffer the consequences.”

and if that doesn’t do its job, he won’t hesitate to deliver a serious of hard slaps to you clit that have you squealing from the overstimulation

when you eventually go limp in his grasp, he won’t praise you

he’ll just loosen the hold he has on your neck a little and go back to playing with your clit like he was before

it doesn’t take long before you’re wailing as you cream around his dick, but even then he continues to snap his hips against yours

and he won’t stop until you either safeword or he’s satisfied with how many times you’ve cum for him

and when he’s working, he definitely makes you kneel between his legs as he wears the coat

even if he doesn’t have his dick shoved down your throat - which believe me, he often does - he just like the power it gives him

to see you sitting there with wide eyes, staring at him like he’s your whole universe makes his heart stutter a little

occasionally he’ll pet your hair, but other than that he does his best to ignore you as you lean your head against his thigh

of course, he sneaks glances at you when he knows you won’t notice

but it gets him off to see you so needy and desperate for just the tiniest bit of attention

and he lets it go on for as long as he can, letting you silently beg for his dick until he cant wait any more

without a word, he’ll lift you to your feet and bend you over his desk

with one huge hand pinning you to the desk, he uses his other to flip your skirt up and rip your panties away from your body

if you even dare to complain about it he’ll put you back on the floor for a little while longer

only this time the torn up panties will in between your lips, pushing against your tongue to silence you

of course, when enough time has passed for you to ‘think about your actions’, as seonghwa had put it, he’ll pick you back up and try again

most of the time he’ll fuck you like that until he cums in your starving cunt, leaving you high and dry and begging for more

it’s just because he likes to see you all whiny and pathetic and desperate for his cock

but sometimes he’ll let you cum before putting you back on the floor between his legs before continuing what whatever the fuck he was doing beforehand

occasionally, on the not-so-rare occasion that he doesn’t let you cum, he’ll make you ride his foot whilst you’re down there

if you want it that bad, you can’t complain about how he lets you have it, right?

so you let your fingers lace with the fur of his coat as you grind against his boot

he just chuckles to himself, comparing you to a bitch in heat under his breath as you desperately move your hips back and forth

and when you cum, best believe he’s making you lick it clean

he taunts you as you lap at the sticky liquid that covers his boot, calling you whatever name pops into his head as he watches you

“such a dirty slut, hm?” he asks as he pulls his foot away from your tongue and uses it to tilt you head back

behind the layer disdain in his eyes, you can see a familiar twinkle that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach

so you carry on until he’s deemed it enough, and pulls you onto his lap to lay against his chest and relax as he finishes his work

because even after all of that, you can’t say that mean dom!hwa wouldn’t be absolutely beautiful with aftercare

before you can even ask him for anything, it’s there

like, the scene is barely over and there’s already a wash cloth in his hand, ready to wipe your flaccid body down of all the spit and cum and sweat

he praises you in between soft kisses, and brushes your hair out of your face with his gentle fingers

you can’t help but flinch a little every time the fur of his coat brushes against your oversensitive skin, but he won’t take it off just yet

and the second your body is somewhat clean (you’ll be showering as soon as he’s sure you can stand up for that long, seonghwa wall make sure of it) he’s pressing snacks to your lips

he hand feeds you like you’re some sort of royalty, which to him you might as well be, and watches you with gleeful eyes as you slowly chew on whatever he gives you

and don’t get me started on the water bottle either

he puts it to your lips every few seconds for you to take a sip and he won’t put it back down until you’ve drunk at least half the bottle

even if you’re whining about not wanting anymore, he just quirks an eyebrow and brings it back to your lips as if he didn’t hear you

finally, when you’re clean, fed, and watered he lies down next to you on his back and opens the front of his coat wide

you take the hint and crawl onto his chest so he can wrap you both up in the oversized thing

chances are the two of you will fall asleep like that since it’s so warm and cosy

[strawberrymatchawhore]

moonlight

rafe cameron

“i just wanna get high with my lover, veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo”

summary- you make the mistake of getting too high and letting your horny addict bf take care of it

warnings- dubcon/noncon, filming, semimeanbf!rafe, drugs, party, alcohol, nutting inside without permission, fucking while unconscious DO NOT READ IF U R UNCOMFORTABLE WITH STUFF LIKE THIS PLEASE.

you stumble onto bed as your boyfriend rafe guides you back into his room, it was nearly 2 am. the both of you leaving from a party that one of the kooks hosted. you underestimated the amount you drank and smoked, your head pounding as your body began to heat up.

“rafeee its hot.” you whined fanning yourself, staring at him taking his shirt off and changing into his pajama pants. his biceps flexing as he picks something from off the floor. you couldn’t take the waves of warmth coming onto you and you started taking you clothes off, unable to as youre too gone to correctly take off the top you were wearing.

you feel strong arms roughly pull you to your feet, helping you take it off. the blurry sight of rafes dilated eyes staring down at you, biting his lip. he stares down at your chest heaving up and down, you swallowed.

“how much did you smoke” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“fuck i dont even know like 1 joint maybe 2.” you slurred giggling at out of it you sounded, legs giving up you sat back down on the bed.

“jeez y/n really.. and i know youve been drinking too, how stupid are you ?” he sighed, hands running through his hair. you could tell he was high too, the way he was slow and his flush cheeks.

“im not stupid, i was just having fun.” you argued, confused. blinking at him, maybe realizing the amount of shit you actually consumed tonight.

"i always gotta take care of you huh baby ?” he sighs grabbing your jaw, thumb rolling over your puffy lips. you look up at him with your glossy eyes, your heartbeat bumping against your chest. you open your mouth to say something but he roughly grabs your hair and pulls, your scalp stings at the action.

“god you drive me fucking insane.” he climbs onto the bed and gets on top of you. sloppily kissing you, you whine at the force and put your hand on his bare chest. he moves his hand from your face and down between your legs, two fingers slowly getting shoved into you.

your eyes squeeze shut, your brain not being able to handle this sensation. you mumbled his name grabbing his arm and squeezing, whimpers leaving your mouth as he curls his fingers.

“rafe please” you whined, arching your back when he makes slow circles around your clit. the room was quiet, but you could hear the sounds of how wet and rough he was fingering you.

“that feel good ?” he breathily says, he speeds up. and your eyes roll, grabbing harder onto his arms as you cum of his fingers. your body growing more tired from the strong orgasm you just experienced. weed really does enhance everything to the next level.

“spread your legs f’me.” words fly out of both ears as you try to listen to him, but physically you couldn’t. he laughs and uses his hand to open them wider, the view of your pussy makes his cock even harder than it already was. you were wet, so wet.

you feel him pushing into you slowly, a little groan falls out of your mouth from the stretching. no matter how many times you guys have had sex, he was always too big and never really fit inside.

you open your eyes and a phone camera is above your face, you didnt mind. you and him always did shit like this.

“w-wait the condom.” you slur, forgetting that you werent on birth control.

“shh its okay baby, you can trust me.” he convinces you, and you back off. his steady pace quickens when the coke finally is at its peak. your soft moans getting louder as he snaps his hips against yours, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust making you dizzier each time.

“is this what you wanted sweetheart ? got all cute and fucked up for me to fuck you like the pillow princess you are ?” he teased, his big veiny hand choking you. this felt so good, and the only thing on your mind was how good his dick felt.

“open your eyes baby, look at the camera. show it how much of a pretty slut you are for me.” your tits bounce up and down, mouth falling open. you shyly turn to the side, he wont allow it though. he grabbed your face and spit in your mouth, slapping you.

“whatd i just say.” he looks at you sternly and you pout.

you squeal at the sudden changed position of your legs, pushed against your chest. the feeling of him fucking you gets stronger, he went deeper in and out.

“fuck- mmm youre so beautiful and perfect, and youre all mine.” he grips your thighs and fucks you harder. he shuts off the camera and tosses his phone to the side.

it started to get overwhelming, your eyes tearing up from the pleasure as you slowly passed out. rafe noticed but that didn’t stop him, no it felt too good. he couldnt just leave you untouched the way you were looking to be filled with his cum.

his face shiny from the sweat, he looks down and pushes on your stomach. he could feel his tip thrusting up at you, groaning he slows down to kiss your cheek damp with your tears.

“oh fuck fuck fuck, im about to cum.” he grinds his hips into yours as he fills you up. he pulls out and leans over to grab a towel, cleaning up the evidence. but before that he couldnt help but stare at the sight, all perfect and filled.. hole dripping with his cum. its not like you would be angry right ? i mean with a few words and you would be the one apologizing for his actions. its rafe, you will always forgive him.

[silenttrxxs]

-professor! choi san x reader

Exam season the hardest time for anyone, the days melding into one as you desperately try to pass your degree, even at the lowest grade it would be something. But you had a problem. A huge handsome problem staring you in the face every single day.

Your professor. Everyone was oogling… who could blame them really it wasn’t everyday a uni would employ such a fresh face, every other professor looking like they walked out a retirement home.

This one though, god he was something else, you’d just lost the previous professor something to do with being caught with drugs or something in the uni which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The day he walked into the lecture hall it seemed the world just stopped. The entire lecture feeling like it was going on forever and it was a welcome change to the usual mundane clock watching during the previous lectures.

A snap of his fingers in your face snapped you out of your days. Forgetting where you was for a moment lost in thought… well that’s what you told everyone but really you was trying your hardest not to drool. Watching his every single move. His voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine even if he was speaking about how plants soak up the sun and some other biological nonsense that you already knew.

“Y/N attention up here please, you’re day dreaming again… dont make me have to write you up. You’re already dropping below half the students here…” he spoke your face reddening as you looked up, trying to avoid his gaze, the white shirt and glasses not helping you one tiny bit. You crossed your legs and sat up more promising to pay more attention to the lecture.

He scoffed and watched the reaction slyly and smirked to himself walking back to his desk and leaning against it, concluding the lecture for the day and dismissing everyone.

“Y/N a word please” he spoke before you could reach the door.

turning around and looking up at him.

“Yeah what’s up?” You said gripping onto you backpack and trying to will away the heat spreading across your cheeks.

“What’s going on, why is someone as smart as you failing this course, you know im not just a professor i am also human and i believe its only fair to offer help when needed” san says, smiling softly and looking at you.

You shrug unable to explain yourself.

“Im disappointed in you y/n i thought you’d be better than this… dont play coy, i know I’ve got everyone oogling but i only have eyes for one person right now” he walks over his gaze falling down travelling over your face.

Your breath hitches at the closeness, you can feel the heat radiating from your body and his. Before you could utter a word you feel your body being moved, you knees against the cold oak desk.

“Sir what are you doing” you manage to whine out a little your excitement and arousal already dripping from you. The short dress you chose to wear leaving nothing to the imagination.

Your back arches as a hand is caressing your scalp, fingers dancing along before tugging harshly. “Just take this as a private lesson, maybe after this you might focus a little better..” san says his voice low and husky, his breath hot against your ear.

“S-sir, f-fuck” you moan out as you feel a hand dropping between you both, your dress lifted up, and panties now slide to the side, his fingers dancing over your now soaked core.

“F-fuck you’re dripping darling, is this what you day dream about huh? My fingers deep inside you, bringing you closer and closer by the second” he says, his fingers pressing into you, your body clenching around him with every word.

A whine leaves your throat before you could catch it, your body falling against the table, knuckles white as you grip onto the desk, trying so hard to ground yourself as the white hot heat envelopes you.

“S-sir p-please” you moan out, not sure what you’re exactly begging for but the way his fingers are curling inside you, and the grip on your hip driving you insane.

“Good girl, you’re learning… now I want you to ride me, I want to see how much of a good listener you are” he says his cock throbbing in the right restraints of his trousers. He fumbles with the zipper freeing his aching cock and sitting in his chair. Legs spread slightly, accommodating the way his cock was stiff, aching and red, leaking with precum.

You let your mouth hang open, drool forming as you take in the sight before you. Obeying his command you find yourself discarding your bag, your legs straddling him and your tight heat enveloping his cock. The sight is unbelievably hot. You throw your head back as you feel him throbbing inside you with every clench until you bottom out.

“F-fuck o-oh my god s-sir” you moan as you feel his hands on your hips again, his nails digging deliciously into your flesh. You movements being guided, a steady rhythm being created between you both. Before it’s cut short, a hand comes to your jaw, pulling you gaze to his face, his glasses slightly down his face… his eyes filled with pure primal lust as you feel him fuck into you, hips snapping as your skin slaps together, you’re dripping now you’re sure he’s coated in your arousal. “F-fuck d-don’t stop p-please oh… oh fuck” you moan out your climax approaching before it’s cut dead. Movements halted.

“Show me. Show me if you’ve learnt anything gorgeous.. I can’t do everything for you… you got to work for it” San says his body falling back resting against the chair, his gaze falling over your body, drinking you in with pure lust.

A scream leaves your body as you move almost instantly, your hips moving and bouncing on his cock. You feel him deep inside you, his cock throbbing inside you. Your hands on his shoulders, your gaze locked with his with every single movement. The room is filled with almost pornographic noises.

“G-good girl, finally… you’ve learnt well.. now… l-let me teach you something new” San says before lifting you off him, positioning himself behind you, your body bent over the desk before pounding into you again, his hips thrusting into you with so much force the pot of pens that were sitting there now discarded on the floor. You feel him lifting your leg up to rest on the table, the new position allowing him to fuck into you harder and deeper.

You let out a scream as a wave hits you, your climax approaching so fast you see white. The growl behind you signalling another wave to course through you. “F-fuck s-sir” you moan out as he continues his pace. Flipping you over and fucking into you harder his hand coming to wrap around your throat as he watches the way you come undone. Completely and utterly wrecked by his body.

“What have we learnt baby” he says thrusting into you with each word.

You’re done your mind completely blank of all thoughts, his got you under his control. Submitted fully to him.

“O-oh my god” is all you can manage to say. Your eyes rolling back as he squeezes your throat cutting your air supply a little, his hips snapping into you with even more force.

“Oh sweetness… your fucked dumb now aren’t you… not a single thought in that pretty little head” San says his tone condescending but my god is it sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your gripping onto him, tugging at his shirt.

“P-please I’ll be a good girl… please I’m gonna come again” you moan out your eyes looking into his, you’re voice laced with longing.

“S-sir please” you moan again as you feel him throbbing inside you, signalling he is also close.

His movements halt to a stop. A strangled whine leaves your body at the feeling. You look up. His eyes are half lidded with primal fury as he grips your hair pulling you and guiding you onto your knees.

“Only good girls get to come baby…” San says before standing over you. Stroking himself in front of you and releasing over your face.

“Now answer me darling… are you going to do better” he says. Looking down at you and smirking before fumbling with his trousers and sitting down on his chair.