#spring-loaded butt

[pearls-gone-wild]

I once planned a five-day girls' trip to Newport, RI, just so that all six of us would have a reason to make ourselves bustle gowns. (The staff of The Breakers loved us.)

I see you, and I'm right there with you.

Fellow ADHD multicrafters, do you guys also get the urge to host elaborately themed parties just so you can do food and/or decor for them? Because I definitely do. Like, I don't really want people in my house but I DO want to make a halloween-themed grazing board with matching cocktails, you know? I think I'm just going to have a couple friends over and warn them that I'm going to go catastrophically overboard for no reason, just to vent the creative fury.

[mirainawen]

them: you who are a bookkeeper? YOU who did MY taxes? YOU have not finished YOUR taxes? HOW

me: BECAUSE I'VE BEEN BUSY DOING MY JOB

[lavender-bun]

Warnings

REQUEST | I can't help but think of rafe x reader x JJ at a party. She is being a brat to them and they warn her if she keeps it up she is in trouble. Rafe snaps and takes her upstairs to punish and then JJ comes in all sweet, like we warned u, and he praises her for being good for Rafe. Telling her to be good for him while he makes it beter.

PAIRING | mean!dom!rafe cameron x fem!reader x soft!dom!jj maybank

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! mentions of alcohol consumption, smut, threesome, p in v, oral (m and fem receiving), a frustrating cut-off because I didn't know how to continue sry

A/N | I'm not sure if I like this, love being insecure

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"Please, just one more?" you whined, giving Rafe your best puppy eyes.

"I said no. You had enough for tonight," he said, nursing on the cup that he had just taken from your hand.

You frowned muttering something under your breath and jumped when you felt a sudden pinch on your butt, turning to face JJ. "You better watch it, cupcake."

You had given them an attitude the whole day and you knew you were already walking on thin ice but you just couldn't help yourself.

"He's being mean!" you pointed at Rafe without looking at him.

"And you're being a brat." Rafe snipped back and you gasped turning back to him.

"Am not." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall between them.

"Gotta take a leak, be right back," JJ said kissing the side of your head before walking off.

You had a sour expression on your face and Rafe couldn't help but smirk at your antics, reaching out to poke your cheek, intending to make you smile but you only slapped his hand away, glaring at him.

The smirk he had left his face in an instant and his hand now grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I've had enough of your attitude. Maybe you need a little reminder of who's in charge here, huh?"

If you haven't been wet before you would be soaking your panties now, melting into Rafe's touch, the buzz from the alcohol you had in your system giving it another kick.

Without another word he grabbed your hand, walking through the crowd of people and up the stairs, thank god the party was at Tannyhill tonight.

"What about JJ?" you asked looking over your shoulder for any sign of the blonde.

"He'll know where to find us, don't worry," Rafe responded, dragging you inside his room and closing the door but not locking it.

He turns back to you, crossing his arms, the look on his face tells you that he's not in the mood for any more of your games.

"Strip." he simply demanded and so you did without questioning, slowly slipping the strips of your dress off your shoulders, it smoothly falling off your body and onto the ground.

You stepped out of it, taking your bra off next, now standing in front of him in only your panties. He snapped his finger, pointing at the ground before him.

"On your knees."

You quickly did as told, face to face with his crotch before looking up at him.

"You know what to do, brat."

Your hands reached up to fumble with his belt, opening his sipper next and pulling his pants down with his boxers, his cock springing free and you almost drooled at the sight.

You got into action, stroking him slowly, your tongue swirling over the tip. When it took Rafe too long he grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "Open wide."

As you did he started to use you as he saw fit, it was a punishment after all. He throws his head back groaning at the way you gagged and garbled around him.

Then he held your head still and started to fuck your throat raw. "Fuck." he moaned, looking down at you, seeing the tears that brimmed in your eyes. "You better swallow it all."

Just as he said it you felt him twitch, spilling his load in your mouth with a groan, pulling out only to hold your chin and pressing his thumb on your tongue, leaning down to be closer to your face.

He smirked at how fucked out you already looked, hair and makeup a mess, breathing heavily.

"On the bed."

You quickly got up, scrambling on the bed and into position, grabbing onto the sheets in anticipation. You watched Rafe getting on the bed, opening your legs wide for him.

He kneads the flesh of your thighs and you yelped when he gave the right one a sudden smack, rubbing over the spot.

He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling them down in one go. "Damn, baby, you're dripping."

Your face flushed at this and you moaned when you felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, slowly pushing in.

He didn't even let you breathe for a second, both of his hands holding onto your hips and fingers digging into your skin, starting to snap his hips at a brutal pace.

"Shit- Rafe," you whined and his hand came back down on your thigh in a warning for you to keep quiet, so you did by holding a hand over your mouth, closing your eyes.

You're so out of it that you don't even hear someone entering the room, but you instantly know who the ring-adorned hands belonged to that cradled your face.

"We warned you, didn't we?" JJ said, and you opened your eyes, tears forming again, and you knew this night was far from over. "But you're doing so good. Being such a good girl for Rafe."

Rafe didn't increase his movement and you mewled your hand shooting up to grip JJ's bicep tightly.

JJ coed and one of his hands snaked down to rub your clit, all the stimulation has you sending over the edge, the first orgasm of the night ripping through your body.

Rafe slowed down, fucking you through your high and leaning down to kiss you. When he pulled back he shuffled further down the bed to be at eye level with your pussy.

He instantly got to work, eating you out like you were his last meal. You squealed at the assault he was doing on your clit, turning your face to look at JJ pleadingly to do something, anything.

"It's almost over, princess, promise." he smiled at you "Until that..." he leaned his head down to suck on your nipple, his hand playing with the other.

These boys are gonna be the death of you.

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Taglist

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@lokigirlszendaya @buckymydarlingangel @superlegend216

[malereadermaniac]

Gentle ~ Kazuha x Male Reader

Soft!Dom!Kazuha x Bottom!Reader headcannons/imagines word count: 870 Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Soft!Dom Kazuha who's a poet at heart and even in bed

You'd be giving him the sloppiest head between his plush thighs, tears streaming down your face and a mix of your spit and Kazuha's precum covering your chin and his balls, but the soft man would still coo down at you can call you "More beautiful than a flower in spring". The samurai always had a way with words in order to make blood rush to your face and dick.

Kazuha's wildly literate use of his words was what gave him an upper hand on you; his soft-spoken voice and nonchalant tone making your heart skip a beat even in regular conversation, but in the privacy of your shared bedroom, archons was his way with words such a damn turn-on! The muscular yet slim man would be re-arranging your guts with his cock, whimpering at your tightness into your ear and yet he could still make you moan solely from his words - a simple "That's it" or "Pretty boy~" would be enough for you! But Kazuha ensures to take it to the next level, moaning or whimpering "Archons... You're too good to me, darling" or even "You're like air to me, i need you~ So goood~" - this man was straight out of an erotic novel! Written by lady Yae herself!

Soft!Dom Kazuha who loves to pleasure you until you can't even speak

Eating out your cute hole is his favourite activity and he makes sure that you know that. The handsome man will lay you down on the bed and slowly strip you down, doing the same for himself as he puts on a small show for you - looking so fucking sexy as he shed his loose drapes to reveal his toned, pale abs and chest. Kazuha then methodically positions your legs to reveal your soft pucker and then gets down to business; the anemo user will tongue at your hole for ages, shoving the warm, wet muscle inside of you and teasing your rim as he moans and pants, covering your loosening entrance with his thick spit. He likes to make you watch him, look at him with lust and love in your eyes as you see his pale complexion go red as the soft yet dominant man blushes as he eats you out like a starved man at a banquet - Kazuha panting and calling you beautiful or tasty before going in for his nth round. He likes to use his soft, slender fingers to pleasure you as well, curling two of them into your prostate as he rims you, chuckling at your adorable and sexy reaction - your pants and sexy moans making the man grind his hard dick against the mattress.

But don't you think for a second that just because Kazuha prefers to be gentle with you that he doesn't think about his own pleasure. The handsome samurai will have you sucking him off until he's either covered your face in spit and cum or shot his load down your throat. The platinum blonde man fucking loves to watch you play with his dick before you suck it, holding it at the base and slapping it against your face and you give it kitten licks and small kisses. Kazuha notices your small quirks, and he finds it hot how you get so enamoured and clearly turned on by his foreskin, his tip such a pretty pink and his pale dick so veiny; you lick under his foreskin and tease his slit until his hand grips your hair just firmly enough, a warning from the soft man. And by the time his balls are slapping against your chin, tears are already streaming down your face - Kazuha panting and moaning your name as his masculine yet soft hands grip at your hair gently and his white pubes stuff your nose with every thrust of his muscular hips.

Soft!Dom Kazuha who so effortlessly owns you

The man is almost always calm and collected, and even when other men in Inazuma try to flirt with you, Kazuha calmly watches until he seizes a moment to butt in. With his hand around your waist and an ever so small smirk on his lips, the Kaedehara exudes possessiveness and dominance even with his average height and body - whoever was trying to flirt with you quickly fucking off when they see his glowing vision and the pissed off look in the Samurai's eyes behind his chill facade. Expect Kazuha to remember that situation later that night as well, his thrusts just a little rough and his words just a little sharper, a possessive look in his eyes as his slender hands roam your sweaty body, his mouth having marked your neck and chest, and your hips bearing the bruises of your man's tight grip. His words, while sharper, don't still fail to make your dick twitch between your abdomen and his; small grunts of "Mine" and questions of "Whose pretty thing are you?" being thrown your way as Kazuha sits up as he fucks you, the light behind him making his body shine and shadows highlighting his muscles - the man looking like an archon himself...

[mymindcreatedthis]

Movie 18+

Reader x Alessia Russo

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut!

Word count: 3.5k

*Y/n's Pov*

It was the beginning of the season for Arsenal. We were at training. We are on a water break right now, Katie smiles and walks over to me.

"Hey Y/n do you have any plans tonight?" Katie asks.

"No, I'm free tonight. Why?" I replied.

Katie smiles. "Cool I was gonna do a team bonding night at my house."

I smile and nod. "Yeah I'd be down for that."

Katie smiles and nods, Alessia makes her way over. Alessia smiles and rubs my arm with her finger.

"Hey you." Alessia says.

I smile and blush a bit as she traces my arm with her finger. "Hey beautiful." I say.

Alessia smiles at my comment. "Are you going to Katie's tonight?"

"Yeah are you going?" I ask.

Alessia smiles and nods. I've had a crush on Alessia for a long time. I've always found myself staring in her direction all the time at training, watching her bend over to pick up a ball right in front of me. Her perfect shaped ass teasing me, Alessia cutely giggles as she sees me blushing.

Alessia smiles and taps my butt. "Maybe we can spend some time together." She smiles and walks away.

We finish the water break and continue training. After another hour of training, training ends, I grab my things and drive home. It was 4:30 pm, we were supposed to be at Katie's house by 6 pm.

I toss my bag off to the side, I shower and get cleaned up. I make dinner and head to Katie's house, I knock on the door Katie smiles and lets me in. Katie and the girls smile and hug me. I smile and hug them back.

"So we have decided to do a movie night." Katie informs Me.

I nod, we pick out 3 movies to watch. Alessia and I cuddle on one of the couches as the girls cuddle on the other couch and on the floor. I grabbed a blanket as she was complaining about being cold.

Alessia smiled as I covered us with a blanket. "Thanks." She says.

I smile and hold her close to me. Halfway during the second movie Alessia starts to get handsy. I bite my lip as her hand squeezes my inner thigh, Alessia starts kissing my neck.

She raises her hand and teases my bulge over my shorts. "Mm fuck." I quietly moan. I was hard from the friction, it was pretty dark in the room so the girls couldn't see what was going on.

Alessia smirks and goes under the blanket. I bite my lip as I feel her lay between my legs, I blush a bit as I feel Alessia slide my shorts and boxers down my legs my cock springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

I bite my lip as Alessia licks my dick and spits on it. I blush as her spit drips and runs down my length. I bite my lip as Alessia takes my dick in her mouth. Mm fuck her mouth was warm and felt amazing around my cock.

I reach under the blanket and run my fingers through her hair. I quietly moan as Alessia slowly bobs her head. Alessia slightly chokes and gags as my tip hits the back of her throat.

Alessia reaches down and toys with my balls as she bobs her head a bit faster. Fuck it's only been 3 minutes and I'm already close to cumming.

Fuck Lessi really know how to give head. I quietly moan and grip the couch cushion, and rest my legs on her shoulders. I grab her head under the blanket and help her bob her head faster.

After 5 more minutes of an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten. My precum leaks inside Lessi's mouth letting her know I was about to bust.

*Throatpie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in Lessi's mouth. I grab hold of Lessi's head and push her head further down my cock as I finish inside her mouth. I bite my lip and quietly moan as I continue to unload my seed in her mouth and down her throat.

Lessi chokes and gags a bit as I cum. Lessi lifts her head up a bit and swallows my load. Lessi licks up every drop of cum and swallows it. Lessi comes back up, she cutely giggles and kisses me.

I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Alessia lays on her side, I feel her slide her shorts and panties down a bit. I bite my lip as she slowly strokes my dick. We both quietly moan as Lessi slowly slides my cock inside her.

I bite my lip as her walls immediately clench around me. Fuck she was really tight and wet, I smile and kiss her. She smiles against my lips and kisses back.

Alessia cocks warm me as we cuddle and watch the rest of the second movie and watch the 3rd movie. After 2 hours the movie ends and the credits roll. I didn't wanna pull out, but I had to. I bite my lip as I slowly pull out, Alessia quietly moans as I pull out. We put our shorts and underwear back on.

Some of the girls decide to call it a night and leave. Katie smiles when she sees Alessia and I.

"Hey you two are leaving as well?" Katie asks.

"Alessia is getting pretty tired. She was gonna leave her car here and come back to mine for the night." I say.

Katie nods and smiles. "Okay, yeah that's fine, good night girls." Katie says.

"Good night Katie." We say and leave.

Alessia and I get in my car. Alessia cutely giggles and kisses me, I smile and kiss back. I moan in the kiss as Alessia grabs my dick over my shorts.

"Better drive us back home quickly if you wanna cum." Alessia says.

I blush darkly. "Y-Yes Ma'am."

I back out of Katie's driveway and quickly drive us back to my house going 10 over the speed limit. I moan, Alessia giggles and bites her lip as she continues to grab and tease my bulge over my shorts.

The entire car ride home Alessia strokes my bulge, I could constantly feel myself getting harder and harder. We finally arrive back to my house.

"Get in the house." Alessia growled at me, immediately taking the key out of the car and almost running into the house.

Before reaching the stairs Alessia pushes me into the couch, straddling my lap. "I want to ride you right here." Alessia whispered biting my ear.

"O-O-Ok." I replied immediately taking off my clothes, as Alessia does the same.

There wasn't much talking from Alessia. She knew exactly what she wanted, lining my dick up with her pussy. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her, her ass touching my thighs. We both moan in pleasure as she takes me deep inside her.

"Fuck your so tight." I moaned as I licked Alessia's left boob.

Alessia looked me In the eyes as she began to slowly slide up and down on my dick. Bouncing up and down at a minimal speed, the pleasure I was feeling was unbearable. The way Alessia's pussy perfectly swallowed my dick felt amazing, my balls hitting off her ass.

"Fuck Y/n your massive your dick feels so good." Alessia moaned, gripping my boobs as her moans become louder.

Alessia's movements begin to slow down telling me she was getting closer to cumming. She moved her grip from my tits to the back of the couch as she gripped on for dear life, her knuckles turning white her mouth and open. Her boobs In my face as she rode my dick. My dick going deeper and deeper into Alessia's pussy causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Ooooh fuck Y/n, I'm cumming." Alessia yelled as I felt her juices drip down my dick and onto my balls.

Creampie #1:

Alessia cumming sends me over the edge. Cum shoots out of my dick filling up her enterance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as Alessia slowly slides up and down on my dick helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy.

"Fuck Less, I've filled you up to the brim." I giggled wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"Fuck Y/n, you have." She moaned looking at the couch where the cum had dripped out of her and onto the cushion.

I grabbed her by the back of the neck bringing her in for another deep kiss. "Get up stairs." I said with a smile, spanking her ass slightly.

Practically running upstairs to my bedroom I lay Alessia on the bed.

"Need you inside me." Alessia moaned laying on her back laying in Missionary.

"Yes ma'am." I giggled.

I kiss her body until I reach her lips. I tease her entrance with my dick, watching her face scrunch up from pleasure she was beginning to feel my tip hitting her clit constantly.

Alessia looked Into my eyes as she opened her mouth ready to speak. Using this I slammed into her twisting her words into moans. I gripped her hips as I slowly thrust in and out of her, watching the pleasure run through her body.

"F-Faster." Lessi cutely moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster. "Fuck Lessi you're so tight and wet." I moaned moving my right hand to grip her right boob.

Alessia's moans didn't quiet down. In fact they got louder. Her mouth constantly hung open, letting out screams of pleasure. I could feel myself somehow getting harder inside of her as I watched her tits bounce up and down from the force I was thrusting into her. The sound of my balls hitting off her skin was a sound I could never get bored of.

Alessia's pussy swallowed me up perfectly, a perfect fit. Her back began to arch off the bed indicating the pleasure she was feeling getting better and better. The thought of this turning me on more and more, my balls tighten up, my precum leaking inside her letting her know that I was about to bust.

Knowing I was close to cumming I gripped Alessia's right leg lifting it over my shoulder allowing me to go deeper into her pussy instantly making me let out a moan.

"Such a good girl." I whispered as I begin to kiss up and down Alessia's calf.

Sweat forming all over Alessia's body as I continued to fuck her, her moans music to my ears letting me know how much she was enjoying this.

"Fuck Less, I'm gonna cum." I moaned my thrusts getting more and more static from the feeling of nearing my orgasm.

"Cum inside of me baby." Alessia moaned her head turning to the right.

Creampie #2:

Alessia didn't say much, I felt my balms tighten. Exploding inside of her pussy filling up her entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Fuck Less, Fuck." I moaned as cum continues to leak out of my dick and fill her up.

"I feel so full." Alessia moaned

I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. I slowly pull out of her, drops of cum leaking out of her.

"I've got a lot more where that came from. Now how about you show me how good your mouth is." I giggled as Alessia got onto her stomach, her mouth level with my still raging cock.

Without a world Alessia takes my dick in her mouth, humming at the taste of herself still left behind. Hollowing her cheeks she began to slowly bob her head, she moves her right hand and begins to massage my balls.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mmm fuck." Alessia hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

"Ugh fuck Less your mouth is amazing." I moaned as I gripped the back of her head as she continued to suck me off.

The eye contact she was giving me was driving me crazy. The way she continued to bob her head up and down on my length gagging every time as she took the entire length. Her Silvia constantly falling out of her mouth, she's reached up my body taking grip of my left boob as she continued to suck.

I took an even tighter grip of her ponytail making her bob her head up and down faster and faster.

"Fuck Less, I'm gonna cum." I moaned as I felt my legs begin to shake a little.

Alessia looked me straight in the eyes as she began to jerk me off as she continued to suck me off causing me to moan louder and louder.

Throatpie:

I can't take it anymore and bust my load in her mouths Alessia chokes and gags as I cum in her mouth and down her throat. Once the last of my cum is in her mouth and I come down from my high, Alessia takes my dick out of her mouth with a plop.

Alessia opens her mouth revealing a mouth full of cum I left behind. With a gulp she swallows my load with a cheeky smile on her face. I smirk and tap her cheek with my cock, Alessia giggles as I do this.

"You're so fucking hot." I smirk. She giggles and kisses me. I break the kiss and look at her. "Get on all fours." I added with a cheeky smile on my face.

"Fuck Y/n I need you please. Please don't make me wait." Alessia begged as I placed my hands on her hips. Looking at the way she leaned forward into the pillows.

"I won't baby." I say wading no time slamming my cock back inside her cum filled pussy.

The way Alessia moaned I'd never heard her moan as loud as she did as she got used to my length. I continued to thrust in and out of her, hypnotized by the way her ass rippled after every thrust.

"Fuck baby your ass looks incredible." I moaned as I added a spank, making her ass jiggle all the more for my entertainment.

"Such a slut." I moaned as I spanked her ass once again.

Her ass became a light shade of red from the amount of spanks she was receiving but she wanted them more and more, the spanks turning her on.

"Pull my hair baby." Alessia moaned looking back at me over her shoulder.

I smiled as I took grip of her hair immediately as she requested and pull on it lightly making her head look up at the ceiling.

"Fuck your so deep in there baby." She moaned louder than before. 

I couldn't say anything in response from the pleasure I was getting but she was right, I felt so deep inside her. The feeling I had she was so tight around my length, that feeling as well as grilling g her ponytail was incredible.

My thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Need your cum baby, all of it inside me please." Alessia moaned looking back at me.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, the way Alessia looked back at me locking eyes with me with a sense of desperation. I unloaded inside of her, gripping her ass tightly as I felt myself empty deep inside of her pussy.

"Fuck Less." I moaned as I continued to cum inside her, my thrusts getting slower and slower.

After pulling out, Alessia got up with a giggle and sits on the bed. "Did I feel good?" Alessia laughed at me with a smugish laugh.

"So good, but there's something that would feel a lot better." I said with a grin.

"And what's that?" Alessia asks.

"To fuck your tits." I laughed again.

Alessia didn't say anything as gets on her knees in front of me, spitting between her tits. I watched with my eyes peeled opened as she wraps her tits around my dick.

"Like this?" Alessia questions as she begins to slowly stroke my dick with her tits.

"Perfect." I moaned as I ran my thumb across her cheek.

“Yes baby.” She smiled. “Get on the bed.”

I got in the board sitting up against the headboard. My dick still throbbing and raging, Alessia laid between my legs as she planted a kiss in my tip. She spat on my tip, letting her spit drip down my length before wrapping her tits around my cock. Slowly she began to move up and down her nipples getting noticeably harder.

“Fuck Less, yes just like that.” I moaned as I began to look lay with her right nipple. Alessia began to speed up, pressing her tits tighter and tighter around my cock.

“Fuck Less, please I’m gonna cum buckets if you keep going.” I moaned as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

She didn’t slow down as she kept going faster and faster. She began playing with my balls with her right hand.

“Let it all out.” Alessia giggled from the way she was seeing my facial expressions change.

Somehow I could feel my length getting harder as I become closer to cumming. A feeling I had never once felt before, Alessia spat me once more on my tip and went as fast as she could as she began to moan at the precum leaking out in her tits.

“Less, oh fuck….”

Cumshot:

Cum fired out of my cock going everywhere. All over Lessi’s face, tits and even landing in her mouth. My biggest cumshot yet, she stop tit fucking me and began to lick up all the cum off her face and tits.

“Such a cum slut.” I moaned as I watched her do this.

“Your cum slut.” Alessia giggled as she licked up the remaining cum. “Letting it all out all over me.” Less laughed again as she planted a thank you kiss on my lips.

I smiled and kiss back, looking her in the eyes.

“One more?” I questioned.

“Yes please.” Alessia giggled.

“You see that desk?” I ask. Alessia nods, “bend over the desk baby.” I say with a smirk.

Alessia blushes darkly and nods. She leans forward planting a kiss on my right boob before making her way over to the desk and bending over getting in the position I requested.

“Fuck Less is this all for me?” I giggled as I spank her ass and squeeze it.

“All for you.” Alessia moaned as I spanked her ass, she giggles and wriggles her ass slightly.

I slowly began to tease Alessia’s asshole with my tip, slowly getting her prepared for my length. Placing my left hand on her back I slowly enter her. Her hands gripping the desk wherever possible.

“F-Fuck, Y/n you feel fucking massive in my ass.” She tells in a mix of pleasure and pain.

I speed up my thrusts once again, moving my hand from her back to gripping her blonde ponytail Pulling it to allow me to go a bit deeper inside her.

“This is fucking amazing, you feel amazing.” I say softly as I use my spare hand to grab Less’s ass.

The view of Less fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the desk she could as I continued to fuck her making me go even faster turning me on all the more. Watching as her ass rippled after every thrust. Her fat ass bouncing repeatedly off my thighs was a view I’d dreamed of seeing.

I move my hands and grip her hips tightly allowing me to pull her closer to me, Allowing me to go deeper inside of her.

“Babe I feel like I’m gonna explode already.” I moaned as my thrusts become slower.

“Fill up my ass. I want you to fill it to the brim.” Alessia moaned, sweat dripping down her back.

5 minutes passed, the only noises filling the room was our continuous moans as I slowly began to reach my high. I feel the sudden urge building up as I continue to fuck her ass.

“It’s coming Less, fuck it’s coming.” I moaned as I started to thrust in and out of her a bit faster.

Creampie #4:

“Oooh Fuck.” I moan as I feel myself let go in her asshole filling up her ass. “Fuck Less.” I say spanking her ass again. “You’re full.” I giggled.

“Fuck, I feel so full.” Alessia moaned as she got up off the desk cum slowly dripping out of her.

“Such a dirty slut.” I moaned brining her into a lovingly kiss.

This kiss lasted the longest as we looked in each other’s eyes before leaning forward once again.

“I was thinking Less.” I say.

“Yeah?” Less asks.

“I’m in love with you Alessia Russo… will you be my girlfriend?” I asked nervously.

“Yes.” Alessia smiles. “A thousand times yes.” She squealed as she planted her lips roughly on mine once again.

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[definitelynotstable]

Eyes On Me [Ghost x fem!Reader]

AN: Ok hello girlies and gays it’s (slight)angst time!!!!! Not sure how long this energy will last but knowing people have read and enjoyed your shit is addictive <3

Synopsis: You're stuck downloading intel with a load of hostiles banging at the door – what could go wrong? Word count: 1.7k Warnings: Blood, guns, wounds, crying? Ghost x fem!Reader (callsign “Rags” because it was the first thing that came to mind): once again not explicitly romantic but our boy Ghost doesn’t leap straight into the lovey-dovey shit - dude is traumatised to the max.

Once again, not proof-read. I don't have the attention span.

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“Easy” and “in and out” were Laswell’s words. Well you had a few choice words lined up for her when you got back.

If you got back.

It was a shit show. Comms were down, it was snowing - no - blizzarding, and the supposedly “near-empty” compound was full of hostiles.

“God fucking dammit,” you swore as you fiddled with your comms, fingers frozen and stiff. “Rags to overwatch, how copy?”

Static hissed back. You resisted the urge to throw the piece of junk across the frozen concrete.

You were in too deep to back out - the way forwards was more clear than the way you had come. Alarms blared and the hallways filled with hostiles. M4 raised and ready, you made your way towards the room holding whatever intel you had been sent to retrieve.

You made it there with little pushback, locking the door behind you and pushing a table over to wedge under the handle. Flexing your thawing fingers, you pulled the hard drive from the front pocket of your vest, plugging it in to the main computer. It was blank for a moment and you felt your heart lurch.

Suddenly the drive blinked to life and code filled the screen.

███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 25%

Fuck. You didn’t have much time. You pressed your finger to your comms again, opening all channels.

“This is Rags, currently downloading intel. Anyone copy?”

Static buzzed for a second before a raspy Manchester accent cut through like a knife.

“Good to hear from you, Rags, this is Ghost. Comms are back, copy.”

You sighed heavily, leaning over the desk as the loading bar blinked up at you.

█████▒▒▒▒▒ 50%

“It’s at 50%, how long do I have LT?”

“Not long. Get out of there as soon as it’s at 100%. No time to mess around, copy?”

Chewing your lip and glancing over at the door pressed your comms again. “Copy, LT.”

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The bar progressed slowly under your anxious gaze. A watched loading bar never loads, you thought tiredly. The gunshots in the background were steadily growing louder, you felt like a coiled spring about to be let loose.

“Rags, this is Price, Bravo have been held up, they can’t cover you. You need to get out of there now. Copy?”

████████▒▒ 80%

“Copy, Capt. It’s almost there, I’ll be out soon.”

“Not soon, now.” Ghost barked in your ear, “That is an order, sergeant.”

Gritting your teeth, you glanced back at the screen. It was so close. “Copy, LT.”

You weren’t leaving. Not yet. Slowly but surely it inched closer.

█████████▒ 90%

Someone or something bashed into the door. The lock broke, the table you had shoved under the handle held.

██████████ 100%

Breathing quickly and with shaking hands, you ejected the drive and ripped it out - shoving it back into your pocket.

“Exit point compromised, requesting support, copy.”

“Copy,” Price yelled over gunshots, “Bravo is almost there, hold the fort sergeant.”

Something rammed into the door again. You swore loudly. You didn’t have time. Looking around quickly you shoved the computer from the table, yanking it out of the way before pushing the table up against the wall. There was a window just out of reach you could use the table to get to. Praying it wasn’t bullet proof, you fired a single round. It shattered around you like confetti. Using the butt of your riffle to clear the jagged edge, you heaved yourself up.

A crack sounded from across the room. You turned back in surprise. The table against the door slid back. Something was lobbed into the room. A grenade. Glass crunched under your feet, you didn’t have the time to find cover. It exploded in front of you.

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Faintly you registered a voice in your ear. Someone was shaking you. Your body had turned to lead.

Pain seared, fast and sharp against your cheek. Someone had slapped you. Blood dripped from your hairline into your left eye as you blinked up. A skull was floating in front of you.

Ghost?

“Ghost!” Price yelled over the comms, “How copy?”

You couldn’t move your arm to answer. The man in front of you raised his hand to reply. You were jealous. Why couldn’t you move your arm?

“Copy. Need immediate EXFIL.” The Lieutenant rasped, eyes locked onto yours.

“Can you make it to the extraction point?”

Ghost swept his across over you

“We can try.”

You startled as he grasped the front of your vest, pulling you firmly to your feet.

“Can you stand sergeant?”

The world tilted. His words were clear but didn’t register. He swore. They didn’t have the time for this. Looping an arm behind your back, Ghost pulled you along, noting how you sagged against him. You needed a medic but it would have to wait.

“Gaz!”

The sergeant guarding the door turned quickly, eyes widening as he noticed you slumped against their lieutenant.

“Yeah LT?”

“Heading to evac now, cover us?”

The man nodded, lips set in a firm line. “On it LT.”

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The heli came into view, Ghost was practically carrying you now. Your head lolled against him, pulse slow but steady - he had discarded his glove a while back and his fingers were tucked just under your jawline.

“Clear the floor!” Ghost roared over the beat of the chopper, “get a med-kit, now!”

Eyes wide, Soap heaved the gear cluttering the floor out of the way as Price set out a spine-board. Someone pulled the door shut behind them as he lay you onto the board.

Gaz pulled various items out of the med-kit as Ghost helped remove your vest.

“Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, Gaz looked up and followed his gaze.

“Shit.”

A shard of glass was wedged just under your rib.

Gaz turned to Price who crouched at his shoulder, “How long till RTB?”

The captains face was grim, “A few hours at least.”

Nodding Gaz turned to meet the lieutenants gaze, Ghost had a feeling he knew what the sergeant was about to say.

“We gotta take it out here.”

“Take what out?” You stirred where you lay, blinking blearily up at the four men surrounding you.

Sensing everyone’s hesitance, Soap spoke up with a small smile. “You roll around in a bit of glass, lass?”

You craned your neck to have a look but a strong hand pushed you back down. Stern blue eyes behind a skeleton mask hovered, again, in front of you.

“Remember what happened?” Price asked as Gaz got to work cleaning the more minor wounds littering your body.

You nodded, head nudging Ghost’s knee beside you. “Grenade. Fuckers lobbed one into the room just as I was leaving.”

Soap whistled from where he sat on the side opposite Ghost. “No wonder yer so torn up.”

“Soap.” The lieutenant growled, “not helpful.”

You grinned weakly up at Soap who was looking reproachful. “I appreciate the honesty, Soap.”

“Alright,” Gaz interrupted, he had shed his vest and rolled back his sleeves, latex gloves covered his hands. The smell of antiseptic filled the dusty air. “In the spirit of honesty, this’ll hurt. I’ll need you boys to hold her down.”

Price, headset still on, bent over your legs, pinning them down as Soap reached over your chest. You shivered as cool hands curled themselves either side of your head. Ghost. His thumbs came to rest behind your ears and fingers against the nape of your neck.

“Alright, Rags? You ready?”

“Don’t fuck it up, Gaz,” you say, lips quirking as he huffs.

The first piece of glass came out easily but the next hurt like a motherfucker. You sniffed holding back tears. The military wasn’t particularly the safest environment to cry, especially as a woman.

“You can cry if you need.” Ghost’s soft voice catches you off guard.

“What?” You blink up at the blue eyes above you.

“Cry. It’s good for you.”

You laugh, wincing at the movement. “Y-yeah?”

The stern lieutenant nods, blinking back at you. “I’ve done it myself a few times.”

Soap nods his head from where he is stretched across you, “I’ve seen it m’self.”

Ghost looks up and though his eyes are out of your view you can tell he is glaring at his friend.

You let out a breathy laugh again, lip wobbling. “Alright, if you say so LT.”

“I do.” The gruff voice replies, eyes returning to you.

Glass clinks as Gaz pulls out another shard. “These next few are going to suck.”

Tears leak faster than you can hold them back. Guess it really is time to cry.

“Eyes on me, darlin’.” The lieutenant spoke as his thumb swiped under your eye, holding your gaze as another piece of glass is dislodged. You’ve started shaking. Probably shock.

Price grips your legs tighter, and whispers something to Gaz. He nods, holding the tweezers just out of your sight.

“Almost there,” Price grunts, “you’re not broken yet, soldier.”

“No, sir,” you smile, focusing on the way Ghost’s fingers brush your cheek and tickle at the nape of your neck.

Gaz swears. A wave of pain swamps you and your vision fades.

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When you come to, the hands are still there, holding your head. It’s softer than the spinal-board though. And warmer. You shift slightly and the hands softly but firmly hold you still. You blink up and he’s still there.

You’re in his lap, you realise.

He looks at you carefully, like he is asking if everything is ok.

You give him a small smile. “Alright, LT?”

He lets out a surprised huff, chest rumbling. You feel your smile widening as his eyes crinkle slightly.

“Yeah, you?” His voice is husky and quiet, warm breath fanning over your face.

You are the only ones awake you realise. Soap and Gaz snore softly in seats to your left and Price likely in the cockpit.

“Am now.” You reply, closing your eyes, sighing as the lieutenant’s thumb strokes your jaw.

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Masterlist

[the-californicationist]

The Orchard

A gift for my sweet, darling @vampirekilmer...

Price has had enough of your bratty behavior, so he chases you through the woods to teach you a lesson.

Link to AO3

MDNI/18+

TW: Primal play, breeding kink, dubious consent

You scrolled back through all of your text messages with a nasty sort of pride. You’d gone above and beyond with just how sexually explicit and arousing your poses were, splurging on outfits and toys, really putting on a show. John had been on a job for the past two months, deep undercover, and he could receive your messages but he was not able to reply. So, you started off slow; a nip-slip here, a bare butt in a mirror there…but, you’d become almost feral as his leave drew nearer, and your slutty selfies reflected that. You knew you were in trouble, and honestly, you couldn’t wait. 

You got his first message in the middle of your bath, and when you checked your phone, your blood ran cold. 

I am going to ruin you. 

Then, the picture loaded. Price was still in his uniform, driving, holding up a fist full of paracord. He wore a wide, bone-chilling smile, and you knew deep down that he was ready to use his tools against you. 

You scrambled out of your bath and threw on your clothes. You opted for leggings and a tee shirt, grabbing your running shoes and a thick pair of socks. If he was on his way, you needed to get a head start. 

This wasn’t the first time you’d made him hunt for you. He had bought the giant 100 acre ranch for a reason. Price loved space, and he loved chasing you through it even more. 

You sprinted through the house, out of the back door, and into the wide clearing, heading straight for the treeline. The grass crunched beneath your feet. You found some sort of pace other than frantic, and you chose some of the trails less-traveled, hoping to give him a challenge. He found you every time, but you were getting better and better at finding little hiding places. 

This time, though, you were heading for the orange grove. Months ago, you and John had discovered a naturally occurring orchard on the property that you hadn’t seen on the map. The smell from the fallen, rotting fruit was heady and citrusy in the best way, and the ripe globes were full of sticky juice. It was an Eden. 

Now, though, it was the end of spring, and the blossoms on the trees were heavy and wilting. Thousands of petals had fallen to the ground, but thousands more still remained in the branches, white and pink, looking like perpetual snow. The petals made your footfalls soft and inaudible. You found a large tree to hide behind and waited. 

You didn’t have to wait long. 

You heard his boots on the path. He was running, full out, coming for you without hesitation. When the grove came into view, he stopped. You could hear his panting breaths. Even though you couldn’t see him from your hidden spot, you could tell he was still in his fatigues. The swish of the canvas gave him away. 

He didn’t care. John wanted you to hear him. He called to you from the edge of the orchard,

“I know you’re in here, sweet girl. I hope you’re ready.”

There had been times when he didn’t let you hear him coming. Once, you’d hidden in a small cave in the north quadrant of the ranch, thinking you’d finally outsmarted him, and just as you ventured out to check your surroundings, he had snatched you from above the cave like some sort of cryptid, silent and threatening. He dragged you up the rocky hill and ripped your clothes off at the seams. Your screams echoed through the woods, falling on deaf ears. He’d fucked you til you passed out, and he made you walk back with him, naked, his come dripping down your legs shamelessly. He didn’t let you sleep that night. 

This time, though, he was toying with you on purpose. You heard him whistling skillfully. It was one of his favorite folk songs to whistle, sometimes while he was cleaning his guns, or just puttering around the kitchen in the mornings. But now, in the dusky woods, it felt deeply ominous and threatening. His tone was so pure and low, and he held each note out, sending it toward you like a lance, hoping to land his strikes. 

“Come out, come out…” he called again, “Don’t make me wait, darling.”

There was a long, eerily silent pause, and then, not twenty feet behind you, you heard him growl through gritted teeth,

“I’m not a patient man.”

You turned your head to see him standing there in the trees, menacingly smiling at you. His grin was full of genuine joy. The lips were pulled wide, showing sharp white teeth, stretching his full beard, grown out from his time away, and the creases of his lids folded together, pulling tight around his bright blue eyes. His body was enormous. He always seemed bigger when he came home from his tours, as if the muscles had been overused, overworked, swollen from their stimulus. 

You could see how his huge shoulders made the fabric of his shirt ripple and tug across that wide, furry chest hidden beneath the soft cloth. His waist was thick and strong, built like the trunk of some great tree, and his legs looked like they were taken from some Greek statue, referenced in all of the prototypes of strength and speed. 

His gloves were gone, as was his hat; he was dressed for speed. You noticed, in these milliseconds you took to witness him, that he was clutching his paracord in his left hand. 

At that sight, you bolted. Much like a rabbit running from its wolf, you sprinted through the grove, weaving through the thin trunks. You heard him right behind you, his boots ruining the soil, ripping up roots and gaining on you. 

Finally, you felt him lunge for you, and you were caught around your waist, slamming to the ground, chest down. You reached for the roots of one of the trees, putting up a fight with your legs. You knew he liked to feel your fury, and you gave it to him. But, you were already tired, and he was so strong. His stamina allowed him to breathe normally after only a few seconds of having you pinned. You heard the sharp whine of the paracord being let out, length by length, just for you. 

He reached for your hand, panting into your ear,

“C’mere, girl.”

John grabbed your wrist so hard it hurt, and he wrapped the paracord around it cruelly. When he grabbed your other wrist, you fought him, bucking him off of your back, trying to find your footing.

“You bloody little brat. Why are you pouring fucking kerosene on my fire, hmm? Don’t you know how much trouble you’re in?”

He put his hand over your mouth and pulled your head to his chest, forcing you to arch your back. He whispered to you now, dark and threatening,

“Sending me those fucking pictures, tempting me. Making me mad, had me wanting to fuck my hand until I was raw. I’m starving , and you’re the only thing I want to eat.”

With both hands bound behind your back, he let you collapse to the floor of the orchard, your chest and face thudding into the ground, knocking the breath out of you. He raked your shirt and bra up over your breasts roughly, letting your skin feel the cold grass and soil. 

“John, please,” you started to beg, “I promise I’ll be good. I didn’t -“

“Good? You’re gonna be so good for me. Fuck, you’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he was almost talking more to himself than to you. He was reckless and frantic, pulling your pants down to your boots, letting them bind your ankles on their own. 

He’d left your panties in place, and he began to tug on them, gently at first and then not, letting the back of the thong dig into your flesh. Then, he pulled from the front, lifting your ass up towards him to do so, making the fabric tighten between your wet folds, framing your clit. John let go, but he didn’t bother to return the cloth to its normal position. He left it askew, knowing it would rub against you awkwardly. 

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you over to him on the grass. The petals and dirt sticking to your skin. John was kneeling, and he let you fall back prone while he undid his belt. You listened to his metal buckles and zippers as he freed his fat, flaccid cock from his pants. 

Your furious lover grabbed your head again and held it up to his hairy base, his rod thicker than the tree roots around his feet. He smiled,

“Suck me hard, love. Won’t take much. Be a good girl, yeah?”

You nodded, but he wasn’t interested in your response. He was already lifting you up, one hand tangled in your sweaty hair and one beneath your chin, angling you to put his cock in your mouth. 

Without hands, you could only use your lips and tongue. You rubbed your cheek against him, trying to find the fleshy tip, trying to show him you could be so good. Eventually, you managed to line him up, and as you did, he pushed forward, filling your mouth with his wide girth. 

He left it there, letting you swallow around it. You couldn’t move your head; you had no leverage. So, once he knew you were good and settled, he moved it for you. He grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull and pulled you on and off of his soft cock until it began to swell with his warm blood. When it was hard, you started to gag. It was filling up your throat, cutting off your air, puffing out your cheeks with its largeness. 

John began to fuck your throat in earnest. He pressed himself in and out of your mouth, growing harder and thicker with each thrust. He grunted as he fucked himself into you, vulgar and animalistic. Finally, he removed you from his shaft and looked at your fuck-drunk face. He laughed, pushing you back down again,

“You like that cock in your mouth, huh, sweet girl?”

You moaned around him, unable to speak. He continued to praise you,

“Such a perfect fucking throat. Swallow it down, love. Just like that, fuck…” 

He moved his hand from your chin to hold your neck in his warm palm, feeling his cock expanding your skin. With his thumb, he massaged long, soothing circles into your throat, almost like he was jacking himself off through your body. You felt tears run in hot rivulets down your cheeks, fighting your gag reflex to the point of pain, and your chin was coated with your drool. You were fully at his mercy. 

Just to reinforce your helplessness, he shoved your nose into the root of his cock, burying your face in his dense fur, and the soft hairs tickled your nose and lip. You started to panic, realizing you couldn’t inhale nor exhale. Your body turned and writhed, and you could hear the snapping of the leaves as you fought against his unbreakable grasp. He pet your cheek with the back of his hand, coaching you through it,

“Shh, sweet thing. You know better than that. Count to ten for me. I know you can do it. I won’t let anything happen to you. Relax - ungh! - yes, that’s it. Fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl…”

His praise made you melt, and he was right. You weren’t going to suffocate. You were just panicking and needy. You took a moment to calm down, and you began to count.

One… two… three…

His cock slipped further down your throat now that you had managed to relax your muscles, filling you up in a sinfully delicious way.

Four… five… six…

He began to let out a low-toned whine, reeling from the pleasure of feeling you swallow him over and over and over, clenching your throat in a predictable rhythm, slithering your tongue along his aching shaft.

Seven… eight… nine…

The captain was breathing through his teeth now, struggling to hang on. You decided to push his limits and nuzzled into the thick hair, trying to lick it, matting it down, wet and sticky. He moaned and shuddered when you did, much to your acute satisfaction.

“Goddamn, you got me close,” he moaned, but then he pulled himself from you, letting you breathe again, “But, I have other plans. Been thinking about tonight for a long, long time.”

John left you there on the wet ground, and you caught your breath amongst the fallen petals. When you coughed, you could smell and taste the rotten orange blossoms, sickly sweet in your nose and mouth, tinged with just the slightest hint of botanical decay. 

He was behind you now, spreading your legs as far as they’d go with your ankles still bound, and you felt the cool night air rush across your wet center. His fingers traced the outline of your pussy, touching all of its swollen parts except the middle where you needed him most. His big, strong fingers lingered there for too long, petting you softly like a child pets a bunny, the backs of his two fingers feeling your softness and playing around your edges. 

Then, he stopped, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, aching for release. 

“John?”

A loud slap rang out through the trees and you cried out from the pain, crawling away from him, your bare ass cheek burning like it was on fire. He hit you again, and left his hand there to dull the pain. Tears burned in your eyes as you wrenched them shut, feeling almost nauseous from the ache he had caused. 

“That’s for teasing me, you little brat, and this,” he slapped your other ass cheek just as hard, “is for making me chase you through the bloody woods.”

You sobbed out an apology, hoping it would be enough,

“Please, John, I won’t do it again…please…”

You bit your lip to keep from crying, feeling his fingertips graze over the stinging flesh, making it spark and glitter like electricity. 

“Naughty,” he rubbed his dripping cock over his handiwork, “You knew what you were doing. Beggin’ won’t help you now, hm?”

He positioned himself at your entrance and pressed his head to your hole, letting your body know he had arrived. Your pussy grabbed for him, clenching as he popped his flesh inside of yours, sinking into you with a long sigh of satisfaction. It had been so long since you had felt full, and with every agonizing inch of progress, he chased away the emptiness within you, making you whole again. 

It felt good. Too good��

Suddenly, you realized he was fucking you unprotected. You usually used condoms, and he was always so careful. You craned your head to look back at him. 

“John, do you have a condom?” You asked, your voice sounding meek and small, strained from your overwhelming pleasure. He knew you had a safeword, but you weren’t ready to use it. 

“No, love,” he chuckled darkly, “I’m gonna breed you, right here in these bloody fucking woods, tied up like the naughty little brat that you are. Gonna fill you full of my come… all… fuckin’... night. Right here,” he shoved himself up against your womb, reaching it easily and pressing on it until it ached like a bruise, “Right here, deep, fuck…”

His hands were gripping your ass cheeks fiercely, pulling them apart so he could watch himself disappear into you. You felt your body working up an orgasm for him - not for you - he was coaxing it from you like a snake charmer, forcing it to build and build until it grew within you, hot and ready to burst. 

You whimpered under his heavy form, feeling the cold grass licking at your sensitive nipples, tickling your belly and mons, feeling how your walls were gaping open to accommodate John’s huge girth.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me. Want you nice and ready,” he grunted, feeling your contractions as your pleasure mounted to a head, tightening in your core and making your legs shake against his thighs, “Mm, fuck, that’s it! Fuck!” 

“John, don’t come in me,” you whined, your voice slurred from your uncontrollable bliss, “I’ve been off the pill. You’ll get me pregnant if you…ungh…oh, my God…if you - shit!”

Another one, an aftershock, rocked your core. You heard it, wet and sticky, dripping down around his shaft. It made lurid, slick noises that made your cheeks flush with shame. The idea that he would willingly breed you out here in your forest made you unbelievably horny. It was so primal, so brutally feral, and with as much restraint as John usually used with you, his ruthless pounding was making you high on his affection. 

“Yeah, sweet thing. I fuckin’ know,” he bent himself over you to suck on your neck, “I’m gonna bloody well make sure you are,” his voice became a little sinister as he whispered in your ear, “I took a pill before I chased you out here. Won’t be soft for a good while. I’ll just come and come and come until it’s fuckin’ pourin’ out of you. Want you to be drownin’ in it, yeah? Gonna… make… damn… sure.”

Each thrust was an ordeal with how sensitive you were. You could feel his heat pooling inside of you from the incredible friction. You couldn’t help but bear down on him, and he cried out, unable to hold himself back for much longer. 

“John, please…” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for anymore. 

“Say it, love. Use the safeword. Say it, before it’s too late. C’mon…”

You turned your head and met his eyes. The blue of them pierced you like a knife, and the turmoil they displayed made you even hornier for his spilled seed. You managed a tired smile and shut your mouth, turning away from him, knowing you’d won. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he lamented, unable to keep himself contained.

You felt his hot, heavy ropes coat your insides for the first time, and it was everything you thought it would be. The gooey, warm sensation made your whole body tremble, and your pussy fluttered around him as if trying to stroke it all out of his shaft, hungry for more and more of his sweet, spun sugar. 

He buried himself to the hilt and took a few deep breaths. Then, John turned your body over and kept rutting into you, hoisting your ankles over one of his shoulders and grabbing your thighs for support. He was completely fuck-drunk, his pupils blown wide like he was high, and he laughed softly as he looked down at you,

“Look at you, dirty girl. The flowers… so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your hands were tied behind you, digging into your back, forcing you to arch up into him, and the position pushed your breasts up into the air, your nipples filthy with mud and soil, covered in white and pink petals from the orchard’s fallen blooms. He freed one of his hands to smear the vegetation all over your skin, pawing at your breasts and gathering up more petals from the ground to paint your body.

He rested his hand over your lower belly, right where he could feel himself spearing into you, his palm right over your womb. John pressed down with a closed fist right at the end of your hole, where your flesh stopped him, and he pushed his knuckles down, tightening your walls from above. It was a singular sensation, and your body decided it was a good one, sending all sorts of confusing, panicked signals to your brain. You screamed from it, and he chuckled, 

“Mm, yes… squirm for me, sweet thing. I love it when you try to get away. Can’t, can you?” 

“Fuck! John! Please! God!” You were trying anything and everything to keep from coming again. You wanted to fight, and you weren’t ready for him to have the satisfaction. 

But, you were helpless to him. He pounded into you hard and slow, vibrating your whole body every time he hit your wet, sticky end, and you fell into another wave of orgasms. They were difficult to pick apart. You weren’t sure where one ended and the next began. John did not seem concerned about over stimulating you, pinching and holding your clit between his finger and his thumb once he removed his fist from your womb. 

“Good girl… Gonna look so beautiful when you’re all swollen, hmm?” He pet your womb again, unable to stay away from pressing on it rhythmically, “Those breasts full and heavy. Needin’ me. Needin’ me like I fuckin’ need you.”

He thrust harder, pushing your legs down over your arched belly, slamming his length into your stickiness, chasing another orgasm. He found it in you, and you could feel his cockhead nuzzling your womb as it throbbed as if begging for entrance, painting your walls again. 

Then, swiftly, he pulled out of you, lifting your ass into the air, making you take your weight on your shoulders. He put his face between your legs and started to shove his tongue into your pussy, lapping at his own come as it mixed with yours. It was feral and grotesque, and you loved every soft lap of his tongue. He was shoving it inside of you, spitting himself into your swollen slit, using his clean hand to push his come deeper inside, curling his knuckles to rub you to another painful orgasm, watching you come undone. Then, he went back to licking you, gathering any lost spend from your folds and fucking it back inside you with his pink mouth. 

Satisfied with his efforts, he kept you vertical and began to eat your asshole, licking and licking and licking like a hound. He managed to squeeze his tongue inside it, writhing around, sticky and warm. His fingers joined in, pistoning in and out of you together in tandem, convincing your body to clench around him, desperate for more relief. 

He held you tight, digging around in his pocket for a moment before showing you his gift. It was a t-bar plug. You thought he’d slip it into your ass, but he managed to wedge it into your pussy, keeping his come inside of you, safe and sound. 

“Tha’s it. Sweet girl. Doin’ so good, hm? C’mon. Let’s get you inside. Got a long night ahead of us.”

He picked you up around your legs and hoisted you over his back like a sack of flour, marching you out of the orchard and towards home.

[planet-dusk]

authorized personnel only ∘ s.cb

your boyfriend is an ass man, and tonight you have a surprise in store for him.

⛓️ PAIRING :: seo changbin x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 2k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: first time, anal play, protected anal sex, toy usage (butt plugs), fingering, both soft and rough sex, choking (headlock), mc is called baby, love, doll

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life; always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

❗ don't edit, copy, translate, repost or otherwise steal my content.

SKZ MASTERLIST

To say Changbin loves your ass is an understatement. 

He can’t keep his hands to himself. He’s rubbing and squeezing the ample flesh whenever he gets the chance. And you? You feed into his growing obsession with every calculated sway of your hips, having figured out this shortcut a long time ago. The destination: his face, your thighs shaking as you ride out your third orgasm of the night. 

But not today. Today you have other plans.

“What’s this?”

Changbin's fingers brush over your clothed slit and come to a halt at the feeling of something solid hidden underneath your damp panties. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” you whisper against his lips. “I think we should give it a try…”

The giddy grin on his face is nothing short of infectious. “Are you serious?” 

“I’m ready.” 

The words sound a lot less confident now you’re saying them out loud. You and Changbin bought an anal training kit several weeks ago and you’ve spent plenty a night testing it out. The first time you wore one of the plugs while he fucked you he’d almost blown his load as soon as he slid inside. It’d made you even more eager, wanting to see him lose his composure fully. 

On the nights Changbin's away you imagine it’s his cock stretching your tight hole instead, vibrator pressed against your clit to take the edge off the slight burn. You’ve been working your way up through the set until you could comfortably take the largest plug. Almost as big as him.

Despite it, there’s a nervous feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. What if he doesn’t fit? What if — 

“Please, baby.” Changbin’s gravelly voice interrupts your train of thought. “You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to tear off your clothes.” 

The desperation on his face makes you giggle, some of your nerves bleeding away. “Who says I don’t want you to?” 

“Clothes off. Now.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice, nearly ripping your underwear in his haste to help undress you. He gets rid of his own pants and his thick cock springs free against his stomach, already hard and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight. 

“Do you want to be on top?” Changbin asks. “Set the pace?”

You shake your head. As the more experienced one you want him to take the lead on this. “I trust you to be gentle.”

“Lie down on your back, then. I want to see your face so I can check in on you.” 

You smile at his concern and do as told, expecting him to remove the butt plug. His fingers trace your slit instead before one briefly dips inside your hole, earning a startled gasp from you. 

“You’re so wet.” He sounds surprised. Awe-struck. Your face burns. “Need me to fuck your ass that bad?” 

You do. You’d never thought you’d be into it but his enthusiasm is contagious. Changbin’s always been vocal about how much he loves fucking you on all fours, your ass up in the air for him to play with. He’d started out teasingly. Tentative. Circling your tight hole with his fingers or tongue during foreplay. At first it’d felt foreign but the odd sensation had quickly morphed into pleasure and spurred on by your appreciative whimpers he’d become bolder, until one night he’d pushed his thumb past your rim while his cock filled your needy cunt. 

You’d never felt so full. Drool had gathered on the sheets, a direct result of how deep he was fucking you into the mattress. His praise had been reduced to clipped sentences telling you how tight you felt — how he could feel every ridge and outline of his cock through the thin wall separating it from his fingers. That alone had been enough to make you cum, blinding white behind your eyelids as he continued to move his thumb in tandem with his hips. 

Before you knew it his anal fixation had become a mutual obsession. He’ll finger your ass while his tongue works your clit, enjoying how your neglected cunt drips and clenches around nothing. It’s a strange sensation — feeling full and empty at the same time. On other nights he’ll bury his face between your cheeks until you’re grinding back on his tongue with trembling legs.

But his fingers and tongue aren’t enough anymore. You need to feel all of him. 

“Do you want me to beg for it? Please, daddy, fuck my ass.” You tug on his bicep and give him a sickly-sweet smile. 

“You’re ruining the mood.” He scrunches his nose and you laugh. 

Then he moves his hand back to the apex of your thighs, pinching your clit between his fingers and all thought flies out of the window. 

“I need you nice and relaxed first,” he coos, swallowing your moans with his own mouth. 

It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart under his expert touch. Still floaty and sluggish you watch him reach for the condoms and lube. 

“Tell me how it feels, okay, baby?” He gently removes the plug and lines up his cock with your gaping hole. “I need you to tell me to go slow or stop if it hurts.” 

You nod. You’ve gone quiet now some of your initial nervousness has returned. Anticipation builds in your gut and you’re thankful for Changbin’s hand rubbing soothing circles on the back of your thigh. 

“Breathe for me, love.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and he pushes the flared head in slowly. Then he stills. He’s nearing the thickest part of him and you gasp at the fullness. He’s so much bigger than anything you’ve felt before, but there’s only the slight burn you’ve grown accustomed to. The pressure feels familiar now, in a way that has you craving more. 

“Everything okay?” Changbin studies your face for any discomfort and when you give him a small nod he pushes in another inch. You can see he’s struggling to hold himself back, brow furrowed and the fingers on your thigh now pressing dents into the flesh. 

“Please fuck me, Binnie.”

It's a real plea this time, and judging by his face he didn’t expect it. His expression morphs from surprise into something darker. You appreciate him being careful, but right now you need him to fucking move.  

“Y/N —” 

You’ve never heard him let out such a deep, guttural growl. It has your empty cunt flutter around thin air. There’s a second where he appears to brace himself. Then Changbin drives his hips flush against your ass, forcing all the air out of your lungs with a single thrust. Your thighs are caught between his body and your chest and you moan when he bottoms out, filling you up completely. 

“So fucking tight,” Changbin rasps. His head spins. He's waited so long for this moment and now he gets to watch his cock sink into your tight hole, the muscle stretching around him and struggling to accommodate him. “You feel amazing.”

“Changbin, o my god…” Your jaw slacks, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he finally starts moving. He’s right — it feels amazing. Better than you thought it’d feel, his thick cock stretching you out and his fingers playing with your pussy like he’s done so many times before. The knot in your stomach tightens unexpectedly fast and you have to hold onto his strong arms to anchor yourself. It only takes a few grazes of his thumb on your clit before you unravel with a loud sob.

“This fast?” Changbin lets out a satisfied chuckle. “Maybe I should only fuck you in the ass from now on.”

You’re not even sure if you’d mind and you’re unable to protest when your brain’s this fuzzy and he’s tapping your clit playfully. His thrusts are deep and slow, still with a hint of lingering caution, a protective hand resting on the back of your thigh. 

You want to see him break. 

“Can you go harder?” Your hands grab at his shoulders, “Please, if you want. I can take it.” 

Changbin pulls out instead, smirking at your whimpered protest. “And they say I’m the needy one.” He looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “Turn around. On all fours. Anything for you, baby.”

You scramble to get into position, a valiant attempt which fails as soon as he breaches you again. Your arms tremble and give away under your own bodyweight, landing you face down into the pillows. 

Changbin helps you up and wraps an arm around your neck. His chest is pressed against your back and his thick biceps forces your chin up, the pressure on your throat dizzying.

“Is this what you wanted all along? For me to fuck you rough and hard?”

You croak out a choked-off yes and then you’re pressed into the mattress again. Changbin drapes his body on top of yours. His arm is still wrapped around your neck as much as the new position allows while his other tightens on your hip. Your legs have given out now too so you let him manhandle you until he’s found the right angle to pound into you from behind. 

The pace he sets is punishing, wet slaps of skin slick with arousal and lube every time his hips bump into yours. It’s electrifying. You’re drooling all over his forearm now and he loosens his hold to make sure you can breathe. 

Between the thrusts and low grunts Changbin’s running his mouth, the first crack in his exterior. You’re surprised he’s lasted this long. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re taking me so well… Letting me fuck your ass like this, such a good doll for me, my pretty little thing. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? As long as I fuck you full of cock. You’re so desperate you don’t even care which hole I use… I’ll use them all… which one do you want me to use next, your mouth or that pretty cunt of yours?”

“Want — want you,” is all you manage to moan out, far beyond the point of coherent answers. He’s grinding his cock so deep into you it’s almost as if you can feel him in your guts, a pleasurable sort of pressure unlike anything you’ve felt before. 

Judging by the low chuckle next to your ear your reply seems to satisfy him. “You’re making such a mess, love. Bet you’re so wet you’re soaking the sheets.” He slides his arm out from underneath you and tangles his fingers into your hair. “Drooling all over my arm, too. My needy girl. Fuck, I wish I could do this all night.” 

There’s a tinge of desperation to his voice now and you know he’s close. 

“Wanted this for so long — can’t believe we’re doing this,” he pants. “I’m not going to last much longer.” 

You urge him on by angling your hips up and he slows down, cursing loudly at the sight and sitting back so you can work yourself over his cock. His hands are all over your ass, brushing and kneading the soft flesh. 

He lets out a low groan. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.” 

You turn your head to watch him over your shoulder, catching his blown-out gaze when he manages to drag it away from your ass for a second. Seeing him fucked out like this lights another fire deep in your core and you push back on him, tight against his pubic bone, then pulling away again until the head of his cock threatens to slip out. 

You repeat your slow movements, determined to watch him crumble. 

“The things you do to me…” His eyes flutter shut and he clutches your hips, his cock twitching, “you — baby, I’m —” 

Changbin tenses and his body curls on top of yours, flattening you against the mattress. He falls to his side and pulls you with him. His arms wrap tight around you. 

“That was amazing,” he breathes against your nape, still sounding a bit dazed.

“It really was,” you crane your neck around so you can see him. His full lips form a cute pout to give you a soft peck and you giggle into the kiss. “And to answer your question — mouth.”

Changbin chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer into his arms and nuzzling his face into your shoulder with a small huff and a smile. “You’re insatiable.”

[stxrmylxve]

*SMUT Jjk request*

What about,

After your shower, you decide to wear your favorite Satoru's boxers and shirt. - cuz it's confortable and you love being in your boyfriend's clothes yk - Doing your normal stuff in the house, and all eyes on you, he suddenly ask to eat you out.

The following is up to you ;)

Hope it's an idea that inspires you, and hope you have/had a good day !!

You sighed to yourself, glancing over your figure momentarily in the mirror before slipping on some clothes. Though they didn't match, Gojo's blue t-shirt mixed with a pair of red boxers really hit the mark as far as comfort.

No one came around at this hour, anyways. There wasn't even a speck of light outside yet.

You sighed as you looked at your room, it was a mess. You pinched your temple as you threw your clothes into a forming pile, scooping it all up and throwing it elsewhere. You busied yourself with a small bit of dusting and tidying up, not realizing that your boyfriend had come into the room an unusual amount of times.

You let out a satisfied huff as you looked over the room, smiling at your work. It looked a ton better!

You picked up the clothes that you had discarded earlier in the corner, turning to walk out of the door of the bedroom, yet instead running into Gojo's chest.

"Oh- hi boo" you greet him as he awkwardly offers a small 'hi' back, picking up a stray sock and placing it on top of your pile before slipping past you.

You cock an eyebrow at the gesture yet think nothing of it, venturing off to the laundry room to start on that. You set the laundry down, open the door and take out the clean laundry, and place it in the basket to move later, bending over to grab the other basket to load the dirty clothes in next.

You load the laundry into the washing machine, setting the timer and such as it springs to life. You reach for the clean basket as it was taken for you, the taller man leaning over you and allowing his crystal blue eyes to rack over your figure freely.

"You gonna' move and put those up or..?" you questions, shooting him a confused look.

"I will if we make a deal." he replies, quirking his eyebrow.

"To fold and put up laundry? Seriously? I'll just do it myself then-"

"Let me eat you out and I will do the rest of your chores." he butts in, making you halt your movements as your eyes met his clouded ones.

"...Why so sudden?" you ask, not giving his a definitive answer as you avoid his gaze.

"Will you let me? It's a good offer, is it not?" he ignores the remark, not daring to break the eye contact as you shrunk under his gaze.

You pondered it for a minute. It was tempting; no chores and you would get satisfied? There had to be some sort of trick in there...

"What's the catch?" you ask, pawing at his shirt as he grinned.

"Nothing at all. I've been eating your little figure and my outfit up all day, that's all." gojo replies as he lifts the basket up, allowing you to lead the way with your red face to the bedroom.

"Your call, hun" he yells as he leans against the counter.

"You have 5 minutes if you want it that badly!" you yell as you pat off into your bedroom with a giggle.

There was no way he could do that in 5 minutes... right???

Yet... 4 minutes and 38 seconds later, he showed up at the door with a devilish smile.

[aangelinakii]

INNOCENT MEN DON'T ACT LIKE THIS.

— is it as bad as it seems?

summary : you're dating bruce wayne and it's amazing. you're used to him disappearing every other week, but explaining it's to do with work, billionaire things. this time, he's gone a bit too long, and you're prepared for the worst to come out.

note : SO SORRY THIS REQUEST TOOK SO LONG !!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT NONETHELESS !!!!

when you first began dating bruce wayne — you, a normal civilian — you were highly aware of the consequences, and all the things you'd have to get used to: weekends without him, for he's gone to visit the prime minister of england; some weeks without a call, because he's neck-deep in paperwork.

although not ideal, after having got to know the man, you were okay with the distance sometimes, if it meant you could still keep your connection.

it was never more than a month that you didn't see him, didn't text, didn't talk, but recently it's been coming close.

dating a billionaire, a man as famous as him, you didn't want to be too much, but as soon as it had hit two weeks and no call? every morning, good morning bruce, have a good day 🩷. each night, good night bruce, sweet dreams 🩷.

still, no response.

is he seeing someone else? has he run away and eloped someone else? is he even alive?

you didn't want to even think.

chest heavy with worry, as it had been for the past two weeks, you stood before your stove, snapping a load of rigid spaghetti in half so it would fit in a pot of boiling water on the hob. spagbol for a week. you couldn't eat anything else, didn't have the energy for anything else; you were too busy worrying, worrying for the worst.

friends you'd confided in told you it was fine, he's a billionaire, he's probably in shanghai dining with the richest! sure, he could be. but shanghai has wifi, right? bruce would have told you — something, anything.

on the dining table behind you, your phone vibrated, springing to life, the ringtone surprising you as it sung through the kitchen, and you stepped away from the stove.

bruce :) is calling...

after — what, a month? — he finally decides to call? this better be good.

urging every bone in your body to be mad, but the veins deepest beneath your flesh just relieved, you picked up the cell and tapped the green circle, putting the call through.

at first you didn't speak, lips pressed together, jaw tight. he was the one who hadn't called, hadn't texted back. normally, you were understanding, but this was too much.

from the other end of the line, you couldn't hear anything. a month, and he'd butt-dialed you? typical.

"(name)?" bruce finally spoke, voice slightly crackled from your horrendous apartment internet connection. every house has its flaws.

through stiff teeth, you responded, an arm crossing over your chest. "that's my name."

a sigh came from bruce's end. relief? "i can't make it up to you, can i? i just... i'm so sorry, i—"

"where were you?" when you spoke this time, your voice wasn't cold and frigid. instead, it had thawed with care, your eyebrows upturning worriedly. "bruce i have been worried sick. you weren't... with someone, were you?"

something that sounded like a breathy laugh came from the other line, but it could have just been another sigh. you're not sure. "god, no, (name)." he sighed again, and you could picture him screwing his eyes shut and bringing a pair of fingers to pinch at the bridge of his nose tiredly. "no, i've just been..."

bruce's end went silent, and your heart began to pump heavy in your chest, immediately worried that you'd lost him again just as soon as you'd got him back.

"can i come see you? i need to explain this."

"please."

and that's how you found yourself sat at your dining table opposite bruce wayne half an hour later.

when you'd answered the door to him, you didn't envelope him in a hug as you usually did, and, judging by the way bruce didn't lean into you like clockwork, he was expecting it to be like that. you'd stepped out the way, allowing him inside, gaze stoney as you glared at him. he was like a puppy stuck with the cone; ashamed, nervous.

you didn't offer him any dinner, either, not when he was the reason you'd been eating spaghetti bolognese each night. not that he needed to know.

jaw tense, the prongs of your fork scraped against the bottom of your plate as you twirled it in the middle of your dish, red noodles entwining.

after too many beats of silence having passed, bruce finally cleared his throat and looked across the table at you uneasily. it was different seeing bruce like this, not entirely comfortable in your presence. for this, he'd had to have done something bad.

innocent men don't act like this.

"so, i haven't been completely honest," he began, and you were quick to give your input.

"no, you haven't." and you shovelled the spaghetti into your mouth, chewing angrily, allowing your jaw to shake off its tension.

bruce's eyes lingered on you for a moment, in a way you couldn't decipher. it's not like you were making it easy for him to apologise; in fact, it felt like you were making him work for your forgiveness.

from your position, that felt completely fair.

"well, i suppose i should let you know i have been away in metropolis."

metropolis, and he couldn't call? sounds like bullshit. but still, you decided to hear him out.

"i could tell you i was doing business there, but i was not. not exactly." his eye contact with you strained, and you found him looking down at the table, where his hands had been clasped. looking at them properly now, you could see his knuckles were nursing the end stages of a bruise, and a few cuts. what was he, a street fighter?

with an unintended clatter, you tossed your fork back against the bowl, causing the man opposite you to flinch as he looked back up in surprise.

"thanks for the backstory, bruce, but can you just get to it?"

you were more forceful than you were meaning to be, and you could tell that bruce was taken aback, by the way his lips parted and dark eyebrows rose slightly, grasp on his own fingers slackening.

after a nod of consideration, bruce's eyes broke from yours and he gave an uncomfortable cough. "yes, well... i understand your reaction. it's just difficult to say."

if he hadn't cheated on you, what else could be so difficult to say?

business. he mentioned business.

eyebrows furrowed, you continued, voice lighter. "are you in the mob, or something?" despite trying to sound understanding, you couldn't help the tone of disapprovement marking your words.

part of you was relieved to see the corners of bruce's angular lips curl up into a soft, boyish smile, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"no," he hummed, and you found his smile impossible to stay mad at. still, you maintained the façade. "any of these things would be easier to admit to than this."

despite his smile and the easiness of his words, the uncertainty was difficult to miss.

face finally softening, you reached out to place a hand on his, and bruce didn't hesitate in taking your fingers in his, melting into your touch already. it seemed like he really had missed you.

voice quiet, now actually understanding, you spoke again. "bruce, i'm sorry for snapping. you can tell me anything. you know i wouldn't judge you."

when his eyes met yours, his lids creased into crescents, content just by your words. "except if i was in the mob."

an involuntary laugh came from your lips, and you nodded affectionately. "yes, except for that."

bruce relished in your warmth, your smile, your laugh, for just a few moments more, before clearing his throat once again and shifting in his seat.

"when i tell you these words, they cannot leave this room. do you understand?" his sudden seriousness had you curious; you knew this was imperative, and so you nodded.

his eyelids softly flipped closed, and he let out a deep breath.

"the reason i was in metropolis is because there was a lead that lex luthor was working with a corporation called cadmus. it's over now, i don't want to relive it, but just know that the two of those do not mix well together."

you wanted to understand, wanted to nod, wanted to pull him in, wanted to hold him tight, wanted to never let go again. but you didn't, you didn't understand.

from the way you shook your head slightly, and rose your shoulders in a soft shrug, bruce knew he had to reveal more. he was purposely being short, trying to bide his own time.

his eyes fell to your hand in his. "i had to work with the justice league to stop him."

the corners of your lips curled. "what, so you met batman and stuff? that's cool. have you met them before?"

"that's the thing."

and your head tilted, trying to see his story from a new perspective, eyes narrowed. you leaned forward again, just a little bit closer if you could.

"i didn't meet batman, because i already know him." his pale eyes lifted to meet yours, stomach twisting at the way your eyebrows creased. "i am him."

letting out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, your grasp on his hands slackened, and you leaned back in your chair, lips remaining apart.

"you... what?"

but bruce didn't repeat it, just stared on, hoping you would understand, hoping you wouldn't see him differently.

for a few beats, you just watched him, and he watched you watch him, trying to gulp down his anxiety, adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat.

all anxiety dissipated as he watched you stand from your chair, and step around to his end of the table, wrapping your arms around his frame.

a shaky breath flowed through his nostrils, and one of his hands came up to clutch the forearm over his chest, thumb stroking it softly.

he was lucky. perhaps not completely innocent, but lucky to have someone so understanding.

[dsgirl2024]

The World You See | Prologue | Hoseok | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

If this will effect your well being in ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Seoul was extraordinarily cold for an early-spring night. 

A bitter sort of chill, one that called for sweaters, hats and for some, a warm coat. The perfect type of night to stay in doors, safe and cozy, curling up on the couch with a steaming cup of tea. A great book in hand, or perhaps a Netflix session to start off a weekend binge.

At least, that appealed to some people.

For others, it was never too cold to live it up--throw on a cute fit and assemble the squad. No matter how low the temperature dropped, the active city at no time neglected a vibrant nightlife. Neon lights illuminated the ground, bleeding saturated colors, and the black pavement glittered as club-goers and bar-hoppers bustled from place to place.

Just as those whom braved the weather, stilettos clacking and hair done-up, someone else had been promised a good time that night.

The time of his life.

One of grandeur and refinement, at the top of the classiest hotel. Where old money mingled with new money, striking deals as they utilized charisma like a weapon--guns loaded, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not ever really enjoying the company of each other, though feigning pleasantries for the sake of the game. The salacious game of shameless business, be it for power, money or love.

And tonight, many had gathered to play. Dressed in the finest attire, their sparkling bodies circled and flirted, sipping on champagne with painted lips and fake smiles. Dazzling, beautiful people, fat with riches, Botox and high societal respect. The creme-de-la-creme.

How ignorant they were.

How oblivious.

Such egocentric, vapid humans, so self involved that they'd hardly noticed the absence of the man whom they came for in the first place.

This was his night. His party. Recognition for all the sweat and tears he'd spilled vying for a spot within their good graces. Validation, that his professional enslavement was all gearing for a brighter future. Oh, the butts he kissed, the demands he dealt with.

The sacrifices he made.

He should be drunk as fuck, enjoying the food, befriending the one percent, charming some women and busting out his sick dance moves. His time had come.He'd finally made it.

So why?

Why, instead, did Jung Hoseok find the tops of his leather-shoed feet dangled off the hotel roof,  dangerously toying with a fatal descent? 

More importantly, why did he look so...

broken?

Tears streaming, wet and snotty, the tall, elegant man appeared as if the seams to his existence had torn apart. Like his insides were barely contained, spilling from all sides, as he clutched his rib cage desperately. Sniffing, chocking down sobs.

The icy winds whipped violently, staining his skin with raw, pink stripes and the coattails of his black Armani tux flapped like flags at mast.

'Ding' A chime alerted from his suit pocket.

Hoseok's weight teetered unsteadily, grimacing, the sound clearly distraught him. "You've won!" He thought, "Just leave me alone!"

'Ding, ding' It chimed again. Determined.

Hoseok swallowed thickly.

Fishing around in his tux, the man pulled out his phone and looked down at the Kakao Talk ID that popped up on the screen. JustYourPrince had sent him a new attachment. His heart dropped, anxious as he opened it, eyes swiping the image with speed. A strangled groan ripped from his throat.

It was a picture of a blind-folded woman. She was tied up and gagged with a gun pointed at her temple. Her long, black locks abnormally messed, and it had been clear by her bloodied lip that she'd put up a fight. Tears of recognition welled in Hoseok's eyes.

'Tick, tock.' The message below spelled out.

An anguished look distorted delicate features, as Hoseok threw his head to the sky, searching for a sign, praying that God had a sick sense of humor. This wasn't really happening. This couldn't actually be happening.

Not to him.

Not to her.

'Ding'

'Ding'

'Ding'

"I can't take it anymore! Ok? I'll do it! I'll do it, I said! So please, just stop!"

The man didn't want to jump.

He had to jump.

That is to say, there didn't seem to be an alternative option. If Hoseok didn't do what they'd asked, she was going to pay the price for it.

'Friday at midnight. If you don't do it by then, she'll suffer the consequences of your actions, Mr. Jung.' That's what they told him.

It was Friday.

Time was running out.

Looking down, the man's stomach lurched. Woozy from the vertigo, he blinked through the blur, palms sweaty, nails digging, as he gauged the height of the drop. Must be at least twenty stories. The hundreds of bodies below resembled dots amidst the glow of building lights. For a moment, he envied those dots. So insignificant--free to exist in peace, camouflaged by the vastness of society.

'Dong--' 'Dong--'  rang the clock-tower bells a few blocks over, a final countdown initiating.

11:59 p.m.

A singular tear dripped off his nose and fell to the streets below. Hoseok sucked in a breath as he watched it vanish from sight, holding in air then relinquishing it all at once. Trembling.

Anticipating.

Wondering, how everything spun so far out of control? It wasn't supposed to be like this. The man's life was in mere adolescence, opportunities just started knocking at his door. He'd worked so hard fortoo long, only to at last receive his reward--and now that reward was being snatched from his grasp. Cruelly. Evilly. The sweet taste of success, drowned by the bitterness of his misfortune.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair at all, but Hoseok couldn't let her suffer. Not for something that was his responsibility in the first place. He refused to allow another person he loved foot his bill, because the last time, it had ended badly.  No one was meant to get hurt, but a dangerous game had been played--against an even more formidable foe. One whom he'd sorely miscalculated, and that had been his first grave mistake.

'Dong--'

His second was his naivety.

'Dong--'

His third was his negligence.

'Dong--'

Maybe this was karma--

'Dong--'

--reaping what he sowed.

'Dong--'

As the last bell tolled, Hoseok shut his eyes tight, collecting his wits. Carefully, he turned his back from the ledge, unwilling to witness full force his death to the ground beneath. He'd rather face the sky, instead. That way, he'd be less afraid. 

The wind shoved at his chest, demanding and hostile, as if it'd grown impatient, reminding the man of the urgency.

'At midnight.' It whispered.'Tick, tok.'

Hoseok told the wind to kindly, fuck off.

Let him go on his own terms.

Let him go with dignity.

Composed.

Mind clear.

Deep breath.

And then he went, tipping himself over the ledge. 

Air rushed his descending person, as gravity dragged him down. Faster and faster, the feeling unlike any he'd experienced before. Adrenaline juiced through his veins like a drug, blood pumping at a frightening speed. It was almost... exciting--fun even, if not for the end Hoseok knew awaited him.

Soon, he would be nothing more than a splattered lump on concrete. An eyesore for pedestrians, and a burden for the poor soul tasked with scrapping his guts off the sidewalk. It'd be quick, though, he was thankful for that.

At least this way, he could free himself.

Free them both.

The thought brought him some comfort.

Then, out of nowhere, a blinding light intrigued Hoseok's eyes to open. He gasped, enthralled by what he saw. Beautiful and terrifying all at once, the indescribable hues of colors gave chase to his falling form. Illuminated beams extended out, weaving and streaking the stratosphere like arms to catch him before he hit the ground below.

Stretching out as far as he could, Hoseok yearned to touch it, curious to learn its texture. Time seemed to slow. Dark hair kissed his cheeks gently, fluttering, as he wondered what something so pretty even felt like? Was it cold? Or did it burn? Sting? Tingle? Drench?

Since he was going to die regardless, it'd be nice to die knowing something like that. Maybe then, the idea of his life cut short wouldn't be so bad, so tragic.

Maybe then, he'd have some hope.

As though his request had been heard, the light sped faster, until suddenly his fingertips grazed the surface. Sizzling. An electrifying current blew through his veins, hot and freezing all at the same time. Flesh quivering, pleasured by the exotic sensation, Hoseok's lips parted in a blissful grin. 

Because now he knew.

He knew everything.

Completely at peace and with an accepting look in his eye, the man gave himself over to the light. Permitting his body to be consumed within its glow, before he came crashing down on the sidewalk beneath. 

The midnight bell concluded, marking the arrival of a new day. 0:00 a.m.

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[sleepingcup]

I'm usually nervous asking about sfw stuff off anon oof, but I really liked your Exorcist headcannons and was wondering if you had any of him getting fucked by the reader?( You can ignore this if you want or if it makes you uncomfortable )

Dear @beth-bethar00. do you have ANY IDEA that NO ONE HAD TRIED THAT BEFORE?! THAT IS A GENIUS MOVE THAT I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE ANY SHAME FOR THAT!!!!

Thank you Beth~ What you ask will be served well~~

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You know the rules, minors who are below 18 are not allowed to read this!

You don't even know how you are able to do this but....

"So....so good....f-fuck..."

Aesop was trembling in your arms, jerking him off in a hot spring that you two made for each other. He was breathing constantly knowing that you would feel confident in fucking him. You can feel that he was grinding on you, knowing that he wanted this feeling so bad.

"P-Please...."

You love to hear him beg.

And yet you made him a moaning mess.

"You can't cum Aesop~ Not till you beg for it."

You said inserting it inside him, Aesop's eyes widened but he felt no pain but pleasure. His body shakes at the pleasure it is slow yet it was torture for him, making him want to grind on you even further.

"What did I say, Aesop~"

"MPHH-?!"

You pegged him at a deeper pace as his body was shaking, "I-It... was...hahh....." Poor Aesop, he doesn't even have the chance to speak up and yet finds himself enjoying the deepness which causes him to moan a bit louder. "P-Please....Fuck me...f-faster.....PLEASE~!" He yelled a bit, knowing that holding all of that inside was torture.

You lick your lips in delight at the sight of him before accepting his bold request, a shame that you can't ask him to beg more but you were also on the verge of the climax so... You bucked his hips as you slammed your hips to his very hard receiving a louder fast moan from him, stroking him as he shakes violently as he was squeezing you, as he tried to climax you immediately change the position and return to the pace that Aesop desperately love.

Sucking his nipples as he tried to stop you but he won't stop you, everything does drive him crazy and he loved it. On the verge of the climax, you both came as Aesop shakes violently, releasing a huge load right before you. A sight that he doesn't want you to see and yet you do, leaning to him to kiss his tears and lips as he accepts grinding his hips a little bit to feel it more.

"Now you know how it feels after that, Aesop~"

"I don't regret what I did to fuck you, but.... my butt feels sore..."

But you were on the floor as you felt a pleasure stinging you, Aesop licked his lips before bucking his hips.

"But I am not yet done with you just yet~"

You gulped knowing that Aesop is not yet finished, and yet in the end. Aesop reminded in bed while you were teasing him about how much peggness he felt.

[christian-oc-tournament]

Riser, muahahahaha, Riser propaganda.

From the author:

Smarmy, beautiful, charming, philandering, violent, and bloodthirsty, it's a good thing for the world that Max keeps a short leash on his brother Riser Way. He's a killer who likes his job, and yet... he has his own code of honor. As Life and Situations and Multiple Universes keep throwing him together with tiny kids in need, he rises to the occasion each time, taking in waifs and taking care of them. He goes to the bars and the nightclubs to find a different woman every night, but when he does get married, he Means It. He is not above stealing a kiss before selling his life to defend the woman.

He went still for half a second and then his head fell one way and his body the other and she looked in blank shock up into the face of a ravishingly handsome blond, his sword slickened red. “How about a kiss for luck, pretty lady, and then don’t move, aye?” he said with a roguish wink, and leaned in briefly. But she scarcely had time to draw in an outraged terrified breath before he pulled away and turned his back to her, his sword flickering with the speed and majesty of lightning as he held at bay any Wolves who dared come near.

He even loves his brothers, at least a little bit.

Not long after, Riser came up and plopped down beside Misty on the six-inch-wide arm of the bench, chewing on a piece of cheesecake he held in his hand, no plate or utensils in sight. Misty eyed him suspiciously and scooted down the bench, reclaiming her personal space; Riser didn’t appear to notice. “Dreadful, isn’t it?” he said brightly. Misty didn’t answer; further down the bench, Cary just grunted. Riser, undeterred, continued. “You know that magnolia if you go out the door past the vending machines?” In the face of their continuing silence, he bulldozed ahead. “Well, last I saw, the twins were climbing it and trying to leap from the branches onto the roof.” Cary jerked up straight, eyes wide and plate slipping. Misty dropped her fork and reached out to steady his plate, chewing her meal and glancing between the brothers. “They’ll break their damn fool necks!” Cary snapped, popping up as if someone had spring-loaded his butt. Riser nodded affably, shoving the rest of his cheesecake in his mouth and wiping his hands on his pants. “Egzhackly,” he said thickly, and swallowed. “So I came to find you, since Maxie is busy.”

Anyway he's a fan favorite and for good reason. ^_^

And propaganda from a reader, for a specific version of Riser from a specific 'verse:

Riser is, no doubt about it, a thug. And he fully embraces the thug lifestyle. Leather-jacket biker, gang member, will 100% kill you if given a good reason, rough and rowdy, got a dirty mouth that could make a sailor blush—this man is a thug. You better watch out if you’re a) a Wolfrider or b) a trafficker. (Those are his primary targets.) But Nikki, a half-feral Indian girl who stole from his brother’s car shop, barreled into his life and completely upended it in the best way possible. Riser is still a thug, but now he’s got a lot of Character Development™️ under his belt. Nikki really drew the kindness out of him that was waiting to come to the surface.

This man was empty for a long time—searching for fulfillment in one-night pleasures and the rush of going on raids. However, he’s become a real family man now and relentlessly loves his kids and his wife. He moved halfway across the country to bring Nikki home to the Crow reservation, rescued her siblings from an abusive aunt, and gave Billie (his now-wife) the selfless love she so desperately needed. He’s grown a lot over the course of this story and he’s still got more to go, and I can’t wait to see it.

Other things I love about Riser: he will not hesitate to be a dad to any kid in his sights, both in how he will show them affection and how he won’t put up with any crap they pull. He’s got a dry sense of humor. He will hunt down anyone who hurts or traffics kids, and he WILL murder them for it. He loves his brothers to death and follows Max’s (his oldest brother and father-figure) word like it’s the law. (And to him, it is.) He adores his wife and treats her with so much respect and love.

Riser is in the main Sons of the Star series too, but he really shines in Annaáuchiwee, and I love him so much. He deserves your vote.

(And if you've read all the way to bottom of this, have a cookie. You deserve it.)

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[siphersaysstuff]

LOCKTOBER!

It's "Locktober", a month entirely about Dinobot leader GRIMLOCK! I mean, what else could it be? So let's close in on some of the plastic toys of the Autobot warrior who simply won't be restrained in this month's batch of Patron-backed @tfwiki pictures!

Sadly, I don't have wiki-worthy samples of the first Grimlock toy, G1 or G2 (also I'd want all 3 G2 decos represented). But here's the Action Master, the fourth release of the character in the original toyline. He came with an "Anti-tank cannon" partner/drone (bonus pic!).

Robots in Disguise 2001 Grimlock, named to secure the Trademark, is one of the most awkward Transformers toys ever made. Them arms, man. This yellow deco was a Hasbro exclusive, released in a post-RID 4-pack of the entire Build Team on Black Friday 2003. Thank you for preserving the name.

The only Unicron Trilogy Grimlock wasn't even originally supposed to be in that series! The Energon Grimlock & Swoop toys (who can combine into Mega-Dinobot) were originally meant to be in the concurrently-running Universe line, but got shifted to the combination-centric Energon.

Grimlock was a natural choice to be in the very limited 2006 Classics line, though him being a Deluxe baffled many. Still, for my money this is a great redesign. I can just see him biting down on a Decepticon, pinning him to the floor, and transforming to stand directly on top of him.

Grimlock made a splash in Animated, though his role and number of toys ended up being pretty limited overall. Still, aside from the big Voyager toy, there's the smaller Activator version, with a partially-spring-loaded conversion activated by pressing the gold button on his dino-butt.

Shattered Glass Grimlock started as a brainless beast. But the pre-convention "prank" comic pages by @therobotmonster and myself portrayed him as highly intelligent and verbose, inspired by the Brain Gremlin from "Gremlins 2". Which went over so well that's how he ended up in later SG stories!

Weirdly, it took some time for Grimlock to show up in the Kre-O building-brick line. The first were Age of Extinction sets, including one with an inexplicable G1-based build and Kreon in the "Grimlock Unleashed" set! G1 Grim also showed up in the "Kreon Class of '85" San Diego Comic Con 2015 exclusive set.

Speaking of Age of Extinction Grimlock, one of the oddest toys of this version of the character is this Walmart-exclusive redeco of the ten-year-old Energon Cruellock mold! The "energon star" accessory has been glued into place to hide that the toy lacks its "spark crystal".

And speaking of weird Grimlocks, Angry Birds Transformers! The app's still going, what the hell? It briefly had actual toys, which included this Jenga-branded "Optimus Prime Attack Game" set with a Grimlock Bird Jenga frame! And yes, this thing is in the mobile game. In both, the goal is to knock out as many tummy bricks and pigs as possible.

The large "Hyper Change Heroes" 3-Step version of Robots In Disguise 2015 Grimlock is possibly the perfect-scale dino-mode toy compared to his teammates' Warrior-class toys (def a bit too big in robot mode)… but ooh, does he take a big hit in robot-mode posability and accuracy from the waist down.

Cyberverse "Spark Armor" Grimlock came with a "Trash Crash" dump truck that forms incredibly bulky armor for him. Interchangeability of the Spark Armors has not been extensively tested to the best of my (admittedly limited) knowledge on the subject.

Of course, G1 Grimmers gets loads of merch. He's currently the only TF to have two wholly-different molds in Super7's ReAction retro action figure line, with both robot and dino mode figs. This G2-colored (but not G2-symbol'd, boo) figure was one of many, many Target exclusive ReAction figs.

Let's end on the "ultimate" G1 Grimlock (well, non-Masterpiece version, though one can argue which of those two is truly "ultimate"), Studio Series! He came with a semi-posable Wheelie figure, so when his price point was inevitably budget-cut, the "partner" fig could be dropped, a sacrifice so the later Dinobots could still afford AN accessory.

If you enjoy these stomps through Transformers toy history, you can help out by joining my Patreon at "gregstfwikipics". Every little bit helps get more pics out a month, plus at higher pledge tiers you can even pick a theme!

[freeuseblog]

“C'mon, admit it. You want to fuck your son’s ass. Don’t you?”

“No, that’s fucking sick!” I protest, “You fucking pervert! Get out of my son right now!”

The impostor who has taken up residence inside my son’s body just laughs and continues looking at himself in the mirror. Rubbing his hands up and down my son’s body…. Taking my son’s big bubble butt giving it a squeeze…. bouncing it up and down for me…. Turning away from the mirror so that I can see his full naked body…. I haven’t seen him fully naked like this since he was a child… Now I see a full-grown man standing in front of me.

“C'mon, Daddy,” he coos, “I just wanna make you feel good.”

I know it’s the impostor who’s making my son say these things…. but it sounds so hot hearing him say them with my son’s voice. I’m getting rock hard and I can’t help myself. I’m starting to leak through my underwear. The impostor knows it.

“I’ll take care of that for you, Daddy,” he says, getting on his knees in front of me. He pulls down the waistband of my basketball shorts and then slides my briefs down around my hairy legs…. my cock springs forward and his mouth is right there waiting for it. I feel the impostor wrap my son’s soft lips around my cock and I moan. He sucks on it like a pro, giving me the best blowjob of my life. I shoot my load into his mouth, feeling terrible for what I have just done.

He looks up at me with my son’s eyes… he tells me, “Mmmm, Daddy, that was delicious,” my cum still shiny on his lips.

I can’t wait to give him some more of it

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