#squeaky whiny voice

[fieriframes]

[Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice. With perhaps a slight tinge of glee. But this was only because. He couldn't be bothered to try to develop. A manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood.]

[lovifie]

Masterlist Phone Sex with Boyfriend!Simon

"Are you home?"

”Are you home?”

That's the signal that you have learned, and the only one Simon gives you, your phone rings as soon as you send your positive answer.

“Hi, Simon.” You say with a singing voice when you pick up the call, pressing your phone against your ear.

“Hi, darling.” His deep voice grumbles through the phone, making you bite your lips as the sound travels down your body. 

The indubitable sound of his buckle being toyed with sounds loud and clear in the background. 

“Aw, Simon… are you missing me, sweet boy?” You say with a pout in your voice, using your shoulder to hold your phone while you twist off the cap of the nail polish bottle. 

“Every bloody second, sweetheart.”

Your heart warms with his shameless declaration, making you smile even though he can't see your face. 

“My pretty boy, I miss you too…” The line stays quiet for a minute, only his breathing audible; until you break the silence. “Does your pretty cock hurt, darling?”

“Yeah, fuck, yes it does.” He groans, a squeaky sound of the spring of the mattress sounding under his voice. He must be thrashing around on the bed, desperate. And you thought you had trained him better. 

“You should do something about it then, Simon.” You say, raising your foot to rest on the edge of the chair kicking your slipper off. “Don’t you think?”

“Can I?” His breathless voice betrays him, letting you see as clear as day how desperate he is. 

Good boy.

“Of course you can, love.” You answer, chuckling to yourself.

The response is immediate. Loud in the silence of the call, you hear how he gets his belt undone, throwing the buckle back carelessly so his aching member can find solace in the harsh wrap-up of his hand. 

His first moan comes to life right after the first tug, desperate, to the point it makes you wonder for how long he has fought with himself to not call you only to get conquered by the lustful needs of his body.

The buckle of the belt jangles in the background like a metronome with each flick of his wrist, the telltale sound of the rhythm he is setting.

“Talk to me, pet. Please.” His voice is whiny on your ear, desperation oozing out of each syllable, almost enough to make you feel bad about how unbothered you are by it. 

It's not that having your poor boyfriend calling you in desperation to hear your voice so he can actually cum doesn't turn you on, c’mon, you are not made of stone. But it also feeds your voracious ego, filling you with cockiness that you know he will quickly wipe out of you the moment he's back. 

But he is away now, and in this situation, you have the upper hand; threatening to close it around his neck knowing he would enjoy it more than yourself. And it would be such a waste of an opportunity if you didn't choke him a little bit. 

“Have you been thinking about me, love? Hm? Is that why you are so worked up?” You ask, picking the brush soaked in nail polish and applying it over your thumbnail. His whiny moan of your name is all you get as an answer, choppy breaths surrounding it helping it travel right to your core. “Been thinking about me touching you, hm? Wrapping my lips around your poor weeping cock, Simon?”

“Fuckin’ hell, luv…” He groans back, you hear the springs of the mattress again when he moves.

“Are you lying down, Simon?” You ask when you are on your third nail. A weak, high-pitched whine is all you get as an answer, a yes, you assume. “Stop then.”

queaky queaky queaky

“Simon.”

queaky queaky queaky

“Simon, stop touching yourself.”

…

“What?” He's breathing so hard it is almost difficult to understand him.

“Did I stutter? Stop touching yourself. Hands up, pretty boy.” You almost don't recognise your voice, an authoritative tone improper of a civilian talking to a lieutenant.

But he obliges, immediately, if he wasn't breathing so loud you could have heard the soft thud of his length falling red and angry over his abdomen. 

“For god's sake, sweetheart, please.” He groans, but you can no longer hear the mattress squeaking or his buckle being shaken. Obedient little soldier he is. 

“Who called me?” You ask, acting incredulous that he would now not let you do your part. He mumbles a tiny “me” making you smile once again. “Then do as I say, love.”

He huffs without a further complaint, waiting for your next words so he can finally move. 

“Put me on speaker, and the phone on your chest so your hands are free.” You say, moving to paint your other hand. He does as instructed, hearing the rustling of his shirt as he lays his phone. “Now wrap your hand around your dick, both of them, tight. And move, slowly!” 

You punctuate the last word with emphasis, hanging on the line to hear his movements but all you hear are his pretty sighs and puffs. You groan, making him stop in his movements once again. “Not your hands, Simon. Your hips. Move your hips.”

“What? Like-”

“Yeah, Simon. I want you to fuck your fists and imagine it is me the one your fucking.” You say, chuckling when you hear him moan. His voice sounds suddenly loudly and you assume his phone must have slipped up toward his face when he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting his hips up. 

“There you go, good boy, Simon.” You say, melodic voice making Simon shudder as he throws his head back, moaning shamelessly as his hips move faster and faster to meet the tight embrace of his fists. 

Every time that an especially loud whine falls from his lips you coo at him, the mental image of him with his eyebrows furrowed, teeth digging into his bottom lip to try and catastrophically fail to keep his voice down making your mouth water. 

He calls your name again, begging for your attention as he mumbles incoherent words and you pity him only when you are done with your nails, waiting for them to dry as you turn your attention to him. 

“C’mon, darling.” You half-whisper to him. “Give it to me, love… Think that it is not your hands, think that it is my pretty cunt around your dick right now. I know you can.”

A cry of your name. 

“Think is my sweet cunt sucking you in, hm? Doing that thing that you love me to do.”

A low groan.

“Think that you are fucking me stupid, Simon. Moaning your name and milking you empty, love.”

A minute-long silence right before a chain of curses starts to spill from his lips, the squeaky sounds of the bed growing irregular as he cums over his own chest in thick spurs making him dizzy. 

You blow on your nails, happy with the results and waiting for your dear boyfriend to come down from his high as you sweet talk him. “You did so good, Simon… My darling… My sweet boy… My baby…”

“Watch it, you little minx”

You shiver at the sudden switch, remembering the temporal aspect of your position. Downing on you every single word you just pronounce and every condescending tone you use. 

Luckily for you, his deployment is meant to go on for a couple of weeks longer; enough for him to grow desperate enough and not pay you back with the same coin you just used. 

No need to worry about the consequences of your actions any time soon. 

“And by the way, sweetheart.” He says once his breathing is back to normal, the sound of his buckle jangling again. “The OP was cut short and I'm getting home sooner.”

You swallow. “How much is sooner?”

“Tomorrow's night”

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[lovrsin]

sweet | j.schlossberg

warnings: p0rn no plot, oral (r recieving), fingering, praise, petnames (angel, baby, doll, sweetheart), squirting, calls himself daddy, he’s a tini bit mean at the end :(, chat i do not know how to write shit after the smut is over, i RUSHED this so my apologies if it’s not the best

parings: jack schlossberg x f!reader

“i need you. right now.”

those five words was all it took for you to end up like this. naked, legs spread impossibly wide, with jacks head buried into your cunt as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. his tongue wildly lapped at your swollen clit like he was a dog dying of thirst. his fingers plunged into you, his fingertips kissing the spongy spot deep inside you until your mind was fuzzy.

you didnt know what gotten into him. he had never been this messy and relentless with you before. you desperately tried to unlatch your cunt from him by pulling away only to be met with his whiny voice. “pleasepleaseplease angel just one more then we’ll stop,” he sputtered against your pussy. “j’st can’t get ‘nough of your pretty pussy, doll"

if it weren’t for your dazed state you would’ve known it was far from the last orgasm. you should've pushed him away and saved yourself from the hours of torture he was about to perform on you pussy, but you simply nodded and let out a squeaky "okay".

your body felt numb, yet you felt every little graze at the same time. you felt so utterly exposed. his long fingers trusted in and out of your squelching cunt. the sounds were pornographic, the loud wet sounds coming from between your legs mixed with both of your moans made your pussy throb and your stomach tighten.

“m’ close !!” you cried out.

“c’mon sweetheart,” his voice was muffled. “you can do it baby, cum all over daddy’s face”

the feeling of your gummy walls contract around his fingers only made his desire to make you cum stronger. his tongue swirled around your clit, his fingers curled deep into you. and with one final thrust of his fingers and caress of his tongue, you came undone.

it was if the earth stopped moving on its axis. all the oxygen was ripped from your lungs as you screamed through your orgasm. you gushed all over his face, spraying your sweet juices all in his mouth.

“d’ you just squirt, dolly?” it came out as a laugh more than a question.

“mgfh” you groaned, rolling over on your side and curling up into a fetal position.

he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back towards the edge of the bed.

“ah ah ah, we’re not done yet baby,” he smirked. “did you really think i’d make you cum once and let you go to sleep? what’s with that dumb lil’ brain of yours today, sweet thing?”

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[fallenneziah]

Hi! Love your blog!

Can you do a scenario where tfp wheeljack and/or tfp megatron with their soft s/o (human or cybertronain your choice) being bulled or harassed by someone. What would they do?

Thank you so much for stopping by! I've been rewatching the series so the influx of requests is really fun. I'm glad you enjoy it here, and I hope you like this.

Megatron and Wheeljack reacting to their S/O being harassed. (Separately)

Will absolutely deal with any harassment himself. While on one hand he'd usually let Soundwave depart anyone making trouble, when they make trouble toward you, it's a whole different story.

You had just finished getting your usual scan from Knockout after kicking some Autobot tailpipe out on that mud ball called earth. You were a little sore in the joints but you at least managed to retrieve the relic that Megatron was so insistent on busting his bearings for. Not like you were going to complain or protest, you were more than willing to do something if it meant making Megatron happy for more than a minute at a time.

As you walked down the halls of the Nemesis the incessant clicking of heels made your insides grind together in frustration.

And as you had suspected, that squeaky, whiny voice broke the air, rushing up to you. "Ah, look at you, retrieving the relic for your precious master. How does it feel?"

You rolled your eyes. "Starscream, whatever you have to say, I'm really not interested."

Starscream's wings fluttered and he rushed up to you again. "You misunderstood. I merely came to congratulate you on your work. Why is that a crime??"

You turned to him, glaring at the con. "You know why. Megatron told you to keep your distance, remember?"

Starscream grit his denta and curled his servos. "Ah... Yes. That- misunderstanding..."

"You tried to climb into my berth, Starscream. That wasn't a 'misunderstanding'." You had been butting helms with Starscream for a long time. You didn't understand why Megatron didn't just chuck him. Especially after what he did last time. Trying to get in your good graces while Megatron was locked in stasis.

You told Megatron right away when he first awoke, what a pleasant way to be greeted. By learning your scheming second in command tried to sleep with your partner.

Starscream laughed nervously. "That was merely diplomatic! I was trying to build relations-"

"Save it for the scrap heap, Starscream." You dismissed him and kept on your way, walking toward the throne room, the helm of the Nemesis to find your partner.

But that annoying clack of stiletto heels continued after you, panting as he raced to your side. You glared and continued on your way, not looking at him in hopes he'd get the hint and buzz off.

Starscream however, did not like being ignored. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you with those big red, pathetic eyes. "Please, give me a chance."

You frowned and tried to break your wrist from his grip. "Starscream, get off! I'm not sleeping with you, even if you weren't half as scummy and slimy as you are."

He gasped, his brow plates going up, and then slanting again. "You-"

"Starscream!"

Starscream jumped out of his armor, his optics turning to the massive frame taking up the space of the hallway. Megatron glared down at his second in command, the dark scar lines carved into his face only makes his expression more menacing.

Stood just behind him was the much smaller frame of Soundwave, visor blank and stature as still as a rock.

He ratted on him!!

"Lord Megatron-" Starscream let go of your wrist and tucked his wings in, attempting to seem more pathetic and tiny to Megatron. "I was merely-"

"Starscream, you have no excuse that will make me satisfied you had a right to put your hands on what is mine." His voice was threatening as he walked forward, making Starscream scramble back in response.

"I was not!-"

You moved to Megatron's side, feeling his taloned servo briefly grace your back, digits playing across the plating to assure himself of your presence.

"Apologies, my dear. Soundwave, make them comfortable in my chambers." He dismissed you with an assuring glance, and you nodded. You didn't give Starscream a second thought before you were turned and following Soundwave.

The wretched scream of Starscream bounced off the hallway, but Soundwave kept up his even walk next to you.

"You rat him out for me?" You asked softly.

Soundwave didn't reply, but you'd been around him long enough to know he had your back. And hated Starscream as much as you did.

While you were getting comfortable, Megatron's optics were full of near physical fire. He had Starscream by the face, dragging him down the hallway and threw him into an empty room.

Starscream struggled for air, scrambling back. "Lord Megatron! Have mercy! I didn't mean to intrude, I promise!" His optics widened, staring up at the gladiator.

Megatron chuckled darkly and he kicked Starscream. "Just like you didn't mean to attempt to sleep with them behind my back??" He spat with a venomous tone.

Starscream whimpered and curled up, the beating seemed to last for hours. But by the time Megatron had dragged the seeker to Knockout, he was so very lucky Megatron hadn't severed his vitals where he'd stood...

Megatron entered his chambers when he was finished and saw you relaxing on the berth with Soundwave posted nearby. He released Soundwave back to his work and turned his gaze to you.

"Did he hurt you?"

You lightly rubbed your wrist. "No, I think you hurt him enough for both of us."

Megatron let out a rumbly hum and walked over, taking your hand. He examined your wrist until he was satisfied. He did not see you as weak, the last thing he'd look for in a partner was weakness, and you were far from.

"I should end him for this..."

"So you didn't?" You smiled a little, but the joke didn't exactly land. A tense moment passed before you sighed. "I promise, I'm fine." You patted his massive servo, and that seemed to ease him.

"Very well, my dear. But I will not hesitate to end him if he tries again."

Your travels with Wheeljack had been long, and the Jackhammer was running low on fuel when you decided to stop at a nearby Autobot outpost. It was one of the few not abandoned toward the exodus of the war when troops started to flee from Cybertron.

It was hidden amongst the stars, a nice and cozy place for fueling, company, and information.

"Where do you think we'll head after this?" You turned your helm to Wheeljack as he landed the Jackhammer on one of the lots of the outpost.

He turned to you with a little smirk. "Who knows. Maybe we'll meet up with some of the wreckers."

"Hah, wouldn't that be a dream." You smiled as you stood. Wheeljack nodded for you to go first, ushering you out of the ship and out onto the ground to stretch your pedes and back struts.

"Ah." You let out a soft breath, feeling Wheeljack lightly pat your hip. "Come on, I'll fill 'er up, you go get us a drink for the road."

You smiled and watched his back as he went to barter energon for the ship. So you headed for the outpost bar next to the office. Maybe you'd pick up a report on your way out and get you two on a little mission to pass the time.

The inside of the bar wasn't particularly crowded. Some of the members who stuck around the outpost and bounty hunters that were passing through the boundary of Decepticon and Autobot territory.

You went to the front and ordered two tall drinks of energon, waiting by the end of the bar. Your digits tapped against the metal surface while waiting. So long out in space with only Wheeljack had turned you into something of a bot watcher. You enjoyed seeing so many people in one place, as much as it also made you anxious.

Your digits continued to rhythmically tap, a motion that kept you calm and aware of your surroundings.

Well, that was until a bot decided to try his luck. He walked up to you and leaned against the bar counter, his bright blue optics meeting yours. "Nice seeing a new face around here. How long you staying, soldier?" He looked down at your digits, then back to your face.

"Not long. My partner is filling up our ride." You replied simply, dismissing the conversation while waiting.

He hummed and raised his brow plates. "Partner, hey?"

"Yes, partner." You turned your helm to the bar, not giving the bot a second thought until he spoke up again.

"Y'know, I got a group of scavengers planning to meet up with some of the Autobot big names, if you're interested. Might get a shot at the front lines."

You looked back at him, then shook your helm. "I'm happy where I'm at. We offer a hand where we're needed."

He hummed, his brow plates flicking up briefly. "If you say so. Sounds boring, that's no life for a soldier, is it?"

Your optics briefly flickered back to Wheeljack entering the crowded bar, then back at the mech. You leaned up and put your weight onto your fidgeting arm. "Look, I don't know what you want, but I'm not taking it. I've got a good partner, we're just passing through."

The mech's expression truly soured and his servo moved to grasp your hip. His digits barely grazed your armor before Wheeljack grabbed his wrist tightly, twisting his arm back up and turning the mech toward him.

"Woah Woah, having a party over here are we? And I wasn't invited? Shame..." His optics glowed, brows slanting, his grip tightening.

The mech looked at Wheeljack and grit his denta. "We were just having a conversation. Your partner here tells me you're just passing through." He grumbled.

"That we are." He said as the bartender passed over the drinks and Wheeljack dropped the mech's servo to grab his drink and chugged it back, tapping the cube on the counter.

"Drink up darling, we'll be in the sky again soon." He winked at you, and you couldn't help feeling a bit flustered. Of course he has to act like this when someone is trying to get in with you.

Wheeljack pushed past the mech subtly and offered you your drink, his servo taking its place on your hip, gently rubbing the plating there.

You took the energon and drank it down, enjoying the energy in your system. You were about ready to go now, you didn't want to spend more time here if you didn't have to.

"Now, if you'll excuse us." Wheeljack threw the mech a threatening look and motioned you toward the door.

He turned back to the mech one last time as you left, and he gave the mech a threatening look again. "Try that slag again and I'll cut you up so fast you won't know what happened. No self respecting Autobot would attempt the shit you just did."

He pointed his digit to the mech's chest. "You're just lucky they're more important to me than some nobody soldier, or I'd grind you into scrap, wrecker style." He moved past and patted the mech harshly on the back as he did.

"Jackie..." You looked up at him and sighed once he came out of the bar.

Wheeljack lightly shushed you with a kiss to the helm. "I've got it taken care of. Besides, I think he'll be pretty unhappy when he leaves..."

You raised a brow plate, before spotting his empty hip where he usually kept his singular grenade.

"Jackie-"

Wheeljack smiled and guided you toward the Jackhammer. "Shh, he deserves it. He better be glad I didn't pound his metal right there. I'd have made a fool of him." He grit his denta.

He looked down at your servo, gently taking it. Though you weren't tapping your digits anymore, he could tell you'd been anxious.

"But my partner comes first."

[allurilove]

Dumb yandere WOULD get stuck in a washing machine.

aaand I probably would peg him 🤷🏻‍♀️

LOL

Your husband thought it would be good for him to keep himself busy while you were at work. He brought out the rubber gloves, an old toothbrush, and some cleaning supplies. He got down onto his knees and opened the door to the washing machine. The dumb yandere did a little bit of this and that, scrubbing in areas where he thinks was needed, and he wiped it down with a cloth afterwards. He had to shimmy his hips a bit to go deeper inside, and he focused hard on making sure the machine was squeaky clean.

He hoped that him cleaning the house would please you, and he tried to pull his body back out. Huh? The man panicked as his top half was still inside and he was about to scream for help. His butt wiggled as he tried to contort his damned broad shoulders to no avail. He couldn't grab his phone, and it started to buzz tauntingly in his pocket. Your husband would just have to stay in this position until you came home.

After work, you unlocked the door to your house. You heard snores coming from the laundry room, and you slowly slid the door to the side. All you saw was your husbands ass sticking out of the washing machine. You stood behind him, taking in the sight, and you gently reached out to pat him. Your husband groaned, his behind slowly becoming more tantalizing as he moved it around. You heard his whiny voice asking if it was you, and he desperately needed your help. "Honey... I'm stuck. I don't know what to do."

You told him that you will take care of him like you always do.

[minoment]

bending ghost over the couch and eating him out maybe?<3

YEEASSSS

Warnings/Tags: True GN!Reader, Simon can be read as cis or ftm, grinding, crying, exhibitionism, sex in a public place, slight spanking..

Teasing your tongue over his hole and making him let out the most squeaky, sinful little whiny moan. No one would ever be able to fathom that the stoic Simon Riley would be reduced to such a trembling, blushing mess over your tongue. He would bite down on the thick wool of his balaclava, his eyes rolling back as you swirl your tongue around his entrance before pressing it inside him. Spreading him open with your large hands, gripping the fat meat of his ass as you curl your tongue against his gummy walls. Not even a minute in, Ghost will be drooling and crying off all that face-paint, bucking his sensitive crotch against the rough, cheap fabric of the barracks couch. By now his his soft whines and gasps have morphed into full blown groans and cries as he rocks himself back onto your tongue and down against the couch. As his voice gains in pitch and desperation you pull away, fortunately right before he cums. You push your saliva back inside his hole and slap his ass, helping him pull up his damp cargo pants.

"Cmon Simon.. patrol is due back in 2 minutes. Don't want them to catch you like this, aye?"

[lieslab]

Kill this love

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: After a rough day, Chan's anger is taken out on you and it tends to bring up unhealed wounds from your past relationship.

Genre: Angst without a happy ending

Word Count: 2.2K

Trigger warning: Anger, implications of post-traumatic-stress-disorder, domestic abuse, and a panic attack.

A/N: This one was a request and I finally got around to it. Hooray!! I might have cried a little while writing this and I never want to ever write Chan angry again because this is the second one and it makes me feel bad, but here you go <3

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It was hard to be a leader. It meant stepping forward and being a pillar on your worst days. Going the extra mile, even when you just wanted to collapse into a ball and cry. It meant carrying the burden for your members, trying to keep everything in order, and keeping your image squeaky clean. 

The media is ruthless. One new article can destroy a career. One dating rumor can fuel acidic hatred. One fuck-up can destroy you in the eyes of your fans. When your number one fans morph into number one haters. When words of praise and smiles become scowls, glares, and castigation. 

There was always a blooming anxiety overhead. Storm clouds that threatened to downpour at any moment and when your company was constantly chastising you, well…being a leader was hard. 

It was a privilege to be a leader, but lately, it had been nothing, but a burden; a sheet of plastic wrap that was far too tight for him to breathe in. No matter what he seemed to do, it just wasn’t working lately. He couldn’t please the company, the fans were whining about something far from his control, and the members weren’t listening. He loved them, but sometimes they just wanted to bicker and screw around instead of cooperate. 

“What is going on today?” Minho mumbled beneath his breath. 

“You’re telling me,” Chan grumbled in response. The pair were attempting to teach yet another challenging dance, but nobody wanted to take the time to listen. 

After traveling out of the country and coming back this week, the company only gave them one day to rest. It was one day too little. The guys were exhausted and whiny. Nobody wanted to put in the effort to learn the dance and everyone just wanted to go home. 

“Hello?” Minho called out, a weak attempt to put the spotlight back on him, but it didn’t work. “Guys?” 

Seungmin and Felix were missing from the group. The two of them said something about using the bathroom, but that was nearly twenty minutes ago. Changbin had Han pinned down onto the floor. I.N was sprawled out over the couch and Hyunjin was bouncing on top of him while I.N weakly attempted to shove him off. 

“What’s the point of attempting to teach the dance if they won’t listen?” 

“Guys!” Chan’s sharp voice shot through the air. 

That drew their attention towards him rather quickly. Four sets of eyes met him and he crossed his arms over his own chest. “Get up and knock it off! We have work to do and w-” 

He was cut off by the door to the dance studio opening. He assumed that it was Felix and Seungmin, but when you headed over towards him with a frown, he only assumed the worst. The water bottle in his hand went flying out of anger. To your surprise, it swung past your head. 

Your eyes went wide at the sudden reaction. Chan took your breath away in multiple ways during the relationship, but for once, you really couldn’t breathe. You were sucked back into your past relationship. The vacuum of your brain pulled you in before you could do anything. 

You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t scream. Everything you tried to rebuild, it crumbled; your self-dignity, self-respect, and self-love. They had been stacked on a pile of styrofoam and now it was melting. 

Chan began to yell at you, but you didn’t hear him. You were aware of his hands waving and his lips moving, but you couldn’t hear anything he was saying. The words never reached your ears as the memories from your last relationship came flooding back. 

You still remembered the scent of tobacco from them. The way it was always overpowering and seemed to burn your nostrils and coat your tongue. Even now without them, you could smell it again. You suddenly felt nauseous as your stomach twisted and churned. 

The rest of the guys sat shocked as Chan yelled at you. They knew his anger came out in rough ways sometimes, but they never thought he’d take it out on you. After all, the two of you had been dating for quite a while. 

You spun around and rushed out the door. Down the hall you flew and you didn’t stop. When Felix and Seungmin were giggling as they turned down the hall, you shoved your body between them and bumped into their shoulders. There wasn’t time to apologize, you just rushed away. 

Felix tried to call after you, but you didn’t stop to listen. Instead, you ran back towards the entrance of the building. Your heart was a hammer in your chest and fear clutched your heart. 

Sometimes people were fragile and vulnerable. You didn’t work up the courage to tell Chan because the truth was that you were terrified. When people hear about the abuse that occurs in romantic relationships, quite often, the first response is “why didn’t you just leave?” It’s never just that simple. 

Domestic abuse tends to follow the cycle of abuse. Everything seems okay for a while and suddenly things begin to get tense. Every action you take seems to be a ticking time bomb. You’re walking on eggshells and then you hit a landmine. 

You could still remember the redness of your past lover’s face. The way that a vein bulged in their forehead as they screamed at you until their voice gave out. Then came the sorrow filled apologies. 

“I didn’t mean to, I swear.” 

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” 

“I was just angry, I’m sorry.” 

And because you wanted to believe it was a one time thing, you believed them, but then it just kept happening. Over and over and over and over again. They call the peace after that burst of aggression the honeymoon phase. 

The kindness you experienced, you fell in love all over again. The occasional candybar you’d get. The apology with flowers and a handwritten card. The bags of greasy fast food with hushed promises to do better. 

Words without actions are meaningless. Promises mean nothing, if you keep breaking them. Just when you thought it was safe for you, your significant other burst again. You thought you were free of it, but here you were again. At least, at the beginning of it, and now you were terrified that it was going to happen all over again. 

When Felix and Seungmin got back to the dance practice room, it was oddly quiet. Minho glanced up when the pair walked in, but he didn’t feel like teaching anymore. The fear on your face when the water bottle was thrown your way, he couldn’t get it out of his head. 

“Why are you all so quiet?” Seungmin asked. 

“Chan, did you see-” 

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” He snapped. “Let's just learn this stupid dance, so we can all go home.” 

“Did something happen?” Felix asked. 

“He chucked a water bottle at his significant other’s head,” Minho blurted out. 

“You…you what?” 

“It’s not like I meant to! Like you haven’t done dumb shit before!” 

“I’d never throw something at the love of my life, you asshole!” 

“Fuck off, Minho!” 

“Wait! Shut up for a minute!” Seungmin interrupted. “Did you seriously throw a water bottle?” 

“No, he also yelled at them and made them cry,” Hyunjin added. 

A look of terror was shared between Felix and Seungmin. Chan’s angry demeanor dropped instantly at the sight of it. “What was that? What did you two just do?” 

“Why would you ever do something like that? You know that they’ve been in an abusive relationship and now you ju-” 

Chan’s eyes widened. “They what? What are you talking about?” 

“You…you don’t know?” Felix’s voice softened. “They never told you, did they?” 

“Say you’re kidding.” 

“No, I thought you knew. They talked to Seungmin and I one day when they were struggling. They were looking for you, but came across us instead and they were having a mini breakdown about it and…” He trailed off. “God, you really did it now.” 

“What are you waiting for? Go after them!” Seungmin reached over and gave Chan a small shove. “Go try to win them back now that you fucked up your relationship. Don’t come back until you apologize.” 

Chan stumbled, but he didn’t fight Seungmin’s suggestion. Instead, he jogged to the practice door, swung it open, and disappeared outside. He cursed himself beneath his breath. How could he fuck it up this badly? 

Meanwhile, you rushed into your apartment with tears in your eyes. Your bottom lip quivered and you hugged yourself tightly, a weak attempt to soothe your soul, but it wasn’t working. The warmth of your hands rubbed up and down your arms, but it still didn’t help. 

You barely made it onto your couch before you curled into a ball and pressed your legs against your chest. How could he do that to you? He didn’t know, but how could he? Even when you were angry and outraged, you’d never imagine throwing something at someone. It was hard to wrap your head around. 

All those feelings from the past relationship were bubbling up again. You thought it was a one and done thing. You didn’t think the hurt would linger so much, but it did. The sting of betrayal and the hurt overflowed your heart. You were drowning in the feelings that you thought had washed away. 

You wanted the warmth and comfort of Chan, but now you were scared. The warmth you once craved became a fire. Too hot to touch and too dangerous to love. What if he did it again? What if next time, it turned into physical assault? What if? What if? What if? 

You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your head in the floral cushion. He was supposed to be your safe place, your rock, and your world. What happened now that it had fallen apart? What were you supposed to do? 

The idea of breaking up with him was unbearable, but you were so scared. You promised yourself you’d never settle for anything like the last relationship. What if it continued? The thought haunted you like a ghost. 

When the front door to your apartment slammed open, you jerked up on the couch. Your heart bucked wildly and your eyes widened when Chan rushed into the living room. When your eyes met, you felt yourself unable to breathe again. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry I-” He started to come towards you. 

“Don’t!” You barked and pulled back. 

“Let me just-” 

“Stop!” You cried out as you climbed over the arm of the couch. “Stop it, you’re scaring me!” 

He suddenly stopped with his arms outstretched towards you. “Please don’t say that, I just want to touch you. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. The guys were being a pain in my ass and I had no right to take it out on you, but I did. Please let me hold you.” 

“I-I can’t.” Your voice quivered and tears built up in your eyes. “I’m so afraid. I-I…please…” You sucked in a shaky breath. “Just stay over there and don’t come closer. I should have told you, but I-I was scared and-” A sob threatened to escape your lips. 

His heart broke all over again. It was like glass shattering over and over and over in his ears. What had he done to you? What did he do?

“About your past relationship?” He sank to his knees on the floor. “I found out from Felix and Seungmin. I didn’t know and if I did, I would have never done what I did. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place and there’s no excuse for it.” 

“Can’t you just get out?” 

“W-What?” 

“I don’t want you here right now. I need time and I-” The image of him blurred from your tears. “I need to think and I hate to say it, but I’m so scared you’ll do it again.” 

“I won’t. I’m not going to hurt you. I-” 

“Please!” You cried out with desperation. “Chan, please, I can’t do this right now, I-” You struggled to breathe. It was a fight to capture air in your lungs. 

He knew a panic attack when he saw one from you. They didn’t happen often and they were rare, but he used to comfort you during them. He used to rub your back and speak softly. The warmth of his breath on your neck as he helped coach you through deep breaths. 

“Sweetheart, don’t do this to me. I know you’re struggling to breathe, so just let me-” 

“Get out!” You shrieked. “Get the fuck out of my apartment! Get-” You sucked in a shallow breath. “Out!” 

His own tears began to fill his eyes. You were a wreck and it was all his fault. When he hesitated, ragged sobs fell from your body as you collapsed to the ground. It was as if someone was ripping up your heart. Your brain was fighting comfort and fear at the exact same time. 

“Please,” he whispered. 

When you shook your head with those watery eyes, he knew he had to go. His presence here was just making you worse. He couldn’t help you, no matter how much he wished he could. 

He pushed himself to his feet and took a final glance at you. You were curled up and half-hiding behind the couch arm for security. His eyes met yours and he managed to get out an “I love you.” 

And the worst part? 

You couldn’t find the strength to say it back. 

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[sashiavi]

I'm really curious about the wolf Kent and sheep reader concept

Ah~ there's so many possibilities, truly!

My brain has so many ideas : Little drabble ahead~ I wanna write a longer fic for him eventually ♡♡

CW: dubcon | hybrids | abo themes | predator/prey | cheating | Sdv Kent x Reader |

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I like to think that Wolf!Kent married to Jodi, another canine Hybrid, a Puppy maybe, another 'predator' species.

He has his little family, his Puppy Son Sam and Wolf cub Vincent, darling doting Wife who understood the intricacies of his secondary species' tendencies.

Jodi knew to when to leave him be, she knew when to stop nagging at him, knew his rut was right around the corner.

Ohhh but You? The little Sheep Hybrid Farmer munching away on veggies, trying to keep him company because he looked "grumpy"?

Were you dumb? Did you lack the basic instinct to fear and avoid him? Having the audacity to follow him into the woods, sitting by his side in that secret little cove, way out from town, surrounded by stumps and the occasional mushroom.

Its your fault really. He can't help the way his mouth salivates, thick saliva pooling under his tongue. Little squeaky prey; He wants to hear you 'baa', listen to the sweet little whimpers he knew you were capable of, turn those soft satisfied hums from eating your yummy veggies into cries - of pain or pleasure he didn't care.

It's your fault for being so doting, those little doe eyes, the warbling chitter in your throat when he let's out a needy growl, soft voice asking if he was okay-

Not his fault you look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of Wolf Cock, pinned to the grassy forest floor, practically riding your dumb face, wolf tail wagging happily.

Oh how your spit froths at his base, teary eyes looking up at him as he gives you your first real taste of meat. You can't hate it that much, not when your little fingers cling to his hips, blunt nails barely leaving those little crescent moons in his skin. Not when you cling to his droopy pants hanging off of his sides, pulling the fabric again and again, as if you had control over the pace of his humps.

Oh little lamb, lovely little thing, how he could eat you right up. He knows you love it, love his fat canines threatening to sink into your cunt while his long tongue fucks into you. Little 'baas' and warbley 'maas' sounding sweeter than sweet, unlike any whiny whimper he'd ever heard. He's even so kind to let your fingers card through his hair, twisting his dirty blonde locks for whatever measly comfort it brought you. He's far too distracted, with the sweet, yummy taste of your little prey pussy.

He knows you love it when you bend over a thick stump, little lamb tail wagging eagerly, cute enough for him to pull- ohhh how your pretty drippy holes stretch for him, looking so lovely he has to fight the urge to dive his tongue back in. Another little 'baa', nubby, curled little things you call horns scraping into to worn and rotting wood below you, hips wiggling desperately, slick, pudgy cunt drippy just for Him.

Who was he to refuse? Not when you begged for his big Wolf Knot oh so sweetly?

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[ocielsdemon]

A Long Night

Bruce Wayne X Reader

nsfw! minors dni! dom bruce wayne sub reader, slight cock warming, fingering, cream pie, slapping, begging, names such as slut and bitch, and cursing.

Cock warming is definitely Bruce’s thing. He’d hold your hips down firmly to prevent you from squirming around. But how couldn’t you squirm around him? He fit perfectly inside you, and you needed to move around to feel the way his veiny hard cock was inside of you. Tip practically touching your womb.

“Stay still.” Bruce groaned while you practically sobbed for permission to start bouncing up and down his cock.

He had just left a battle with Harley Quinn. She could be a real bitch with that whiny squeaky toy like voice. Initially, he had caught her doing the most common crime ever, robbing a bank. He wrapped it up pretty quickly in under ten minutes or less, but he was growing frustrated. He could only think of one thing on his mind, and that was burying his cock deep into her walls. He wasted no time in quickly ending his patrol and speeding away through the night back to Wayne manor.

“Bruce?” You had called out to him noticing a dark figure standing at your door way. You rubbed you eyes as you had slowly awoke from your slumber. He could only melt at the way your voice had called out to him. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He turned on the lamp light by your bedside drawer and watched you sit up. “Rough night?” You had asked, “It always is.” Was the response.

You stood up from the bed and tiptoed to take off his mask. You threw it into your bed and caressed his face. “How can I help?” You asked desperately feeling bad for Bruce. You always did, taking care of the city was difficult enough. He walked over and sat down on the soft mattress. “Help me darling.” He groaned softly as he pointed to his troublesome bulge poking out of his suit. A small smile appeared on your lips. “Don’t be so amused.” He bit his tongue and watched you go on your knees and unbuckle his pants. He helped along by removing his gear and placing it next to his mask.

You took off his blue boxers and smiled seeing the way his cock had sprung up hard with precum practically spilling out. You licked the precum off from his tip and kissed his tip. He let out a soft groan and watched the way your hand slowly reached over towards his cock and stroke his veiny rough cock.

“Take off your shorts now. On top of me.” He commanded and you did exactly that before your warm mouth could start bobbing up and down on his dick. As much as he wanted that and paint your pretty face with his cum, he wanted to bury his dick into your tight pussy way more.

As soon as you centered yourself on top of Bruce’s cock, he firmly grabbed your hips and slid you down slowly into him before you could. Your moans were like music to his ears and he moaned along with you. Eventually, you began to bounce, but Bruce held you tightly down.

“No. Tonight’s going to be me being inside this tight pussy. I’ll move when I want to.” You could feel the prick of tears form and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You had brought him closer. “But Bruce!” You whined and he quickly shut you up with the best way he knew how, kissing you. He slid his tongue and quickly explored.

You moaned into his mouth as both of your salivas trickled down from the corner of your lips. He had reached over behind you head and grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled you away. “My bitch.”

Suddenly he slammed his hips into your tight pussy, you jerked up and let out a sudden scream of pleasure. ‘Poor Alfred and Damian,’ you thought. Your heavy breathing and moans mixed along with his as he grabbed your ass firmly and stood up. This allowed him to make eye contact with you making you feel so small and pathetic in his embrace.

“Fuck. You just enjoy the way my cock fits in you huh? My pussy. Mine.” He growled out. You two were a sweaty mess, the way your hair began sticking to your forehead and your fingers began to dig your nails into his suit. Your moans echoed throughout the room as tears fell down your cheeks. A true pathetic slut. Exactly how Bruce wanted you to be.

He eventually got tired of this position and threw you onto the mattress. You spread your legs wide open and reached down to your wet pussy and spread the wetness across, fingering yourself a bit and slipping in two fingers.

“Need you now.” You cried and sniffled. He chuckled at the sight and walked over to you. He took off his suit and threw it in the corner of the room and centered his hips towards your wet pussy.

“To believe that simple cock warming got you this wet.” He chuckled and slid himself into you so slowly, it felt so delicious feeling the way you could just feel him balls deep inside of you. He gently fucked you at first, lifting up your shirt and cupping your breast and flicking your nipples gently. He admired the way your dried up tears and slut face look had an effect on him.

He could feel it. You could feel it. The way his cock twitched inside your pussy. “Faster, please!” You begged him. He wasted no time in fingering and flicking your clit and leaned down to kiss you. He pounded you and with his other free hand threw your leg over his shoulder. He broke off the kiss and looked into your eyes. “Cum.” He simply said, granting you the permission you so badly wanted. You too could feel the coil about to burst.

The way your walls clenched around his cock tighter and tighter. You both were a moaning and groaning mess. Heavy breathing and moans were only heard in the sex smelling room. Your legs began to shake slightly, feeling your orgasm approaching slowly. You could practically feel your heart pounding in your head, your body was heating up, and you were thrusting yourself into him.

“Need..to…cum!” You cried out and Bruce fingered you faster. He knew you were about to reach your climax, and he was too. However he wanted you to cum first, you first before anything. Your toes curled and you arched your back in pleasure when finally you felt the coil finally snap. Your orgasm had hit you in a way you’ve never felt before in the three years you had been with Bruce.

“Shit! Bruce I’m coming!” You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him close. He had paused and let you cum around his cock. You shook violently under his body as he held you close and kissed your forehead. “Breathe my love…” he whispered into your ear as you finally reached you high and began to calm down.

Your chest rose up and down and Bruce lifted himself up. He still needed to finish. He removed himself from you and flipped you around. “Bruce?!” You exclaimed, “I’m sensitive!”

He smiled and instantly inserted himself into your tight asshole. He groaned and pounded himself into you. You cried and moaned feeling so sensitive and good. “I’m going to cum!” He groaned and you could only smile happily. He groped and slapped your ass until his hands marked your pretty ass.

“Fill me up please!” You sobbed out, that was his breaking point. His cock twitched and with one final slam he filled you up with his cum deep inside your tight asshole. You hummed happily knowing that you two were finished. He leaned closer and began to kiss your back. “You were so good tonight.” He whispered and continued to kiss you. He slowly removed himself from you and watched the way his cum dripped out of your ass and down to your pussy.

“What a beautiful view.” He crossed his arms and smirked at his beautiful girlfriend who could only look over her shoulder and smile lazily. He walked over to his drawer and took out a towel then walked back to her. “I’ll prepare us a bath, come here.” And with a swift motion you were back into his arms.

“I love you Bruce.” You yawned, he smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you too.”

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[saltedcherri]

Nonbinary Tim Drake FicLet

just something I had in my head and wanted to get out, but not long enough for Ao3

Tims Androgany

Tim stared at himself in the body length mirror. He looked good. Like a fancy boy. The tux was snug and showed off his muscular arms and hid his slim 'girlish' shoulders and waist. All in all it looked good. He looked masculine in it.

but... is that a good thing? Looking masculine. Is that really what he wants?

Tim had always been very androgynous. He's got a slim lean build. He works out and is very muscular but it doesn't show thanks to how compact he is. When he wears hoodies and baggy sweats it's hard to tell what his sex is. It doesn't help that his hair is cut in a way that is both masculine and feminine depending on how you style it. 

And he likes it. 

He likes when people look at him and can't tell what's in his pants.

This suit makes him look like a man. 

Is that a good thing?

Tim opens the dressing room door to let Jason see how he looks in the suit. Tim looks good.

Tim doesn’t like it.

“You look like Bruce.”

Suddenly Tim has tears running down his cheeks.

Bruce is a man. Bruce is the definition of masculinity.

Tim doesn’t want to look like Bruce.

Tim doesn’t want to look like Bruce

Jason is panicking. Why is Tim crying? He looks good. He looks ready for the annual Wayne family charity bash.

Why is Tim crying?

Why does Tim look like Bruce?

“Timbit?”

Jason is infront of him, blocking him from the growing crowd of on-lookers. Shoppers and employees alike staring at him as he sobs in the middle of the dressing room hallway.

“I look like Bruce.”

His voice is squeaky. High and whiny. It doesnt sound like a man’s voice

Tim likes that.

Tim doesnt sound like a man.

He likes it.

“I look like Bruce.”

He repeats it over and over and over and-

Jason is pulling him back into a changing room stall. Wiping the tears off his cheeks and shushing him like he’s a child throwing a tantrum.

Jason is calling Dick.

Dick is good at making Tim feel better.

Jason is not. Jason is panicking and shushing him like a child who is crying because Tim is 19 and crying in the middle of the fucking Macy’s changing room.

The men's changing room.

Tim isn't a man.

[mango-sp1ce]

Gotham Sightings

The sound the railing made as he swung his feet was kind of annoying. It was scratchy and whiny. It wasn’t too loud but it still grated on his advanced hearing.

It also alerted the red helmeted man in the alley below to his presence. Danny watched silently (except for the squeaky metal sound from his legs swaying between the bars) as the man pointed his gun quickly up to the fire escape dangling above him.

He hesitated. A man with good morals then. To second guess shooting what looks to be a normal civilian. Danny smiles lightly down at the man, though he’s unsure if it can be seen due to the dim lighting of the alley.

“You sure react fast for a dead guy.” He says softly. The hesitant hand holding the gun steadies. The mask on the man gives nothing away but the tenseness that returns to his body speaks a thousand words.

“Who are you!” The man yells up towards him. Danny stops kicking his feet before resting his chin on the railing. Rumors in Gotham spread fast. And Gotham had taken to whispering about him.

Whispers too quiet to reach the bats it seems.

“I’m the neighborhood ghost. Aren’t you a bit far from Crime Alley?” He asks, watching as the man reacts. His body does all the reacting actually, his head tilting to the side and his neck leaning forwards. Confusion maybe? Disbelief? Danny was never that good at reading body language.

The man below goes to say something, his beginning breath filtering through whatever voice changer he has in his mask. In the second between him breathing in and getting a word out, the world shakes.

Both of them snap their heads to the large burst of light and sound further into the streets. It just barely peaks into the alley, but everyone could feel it for miles. An explosion, probably. A large one.

“Fuck.” He’s not sure which of them said that.

[sweettea-and-honeybutter]

Eyes On Me

A/N: Lol I don't even know what to say 💀 this came to me 30 minutes after I woke up because @wakandamama and @daydreamgoddess14 have rotted my brain at the idea of SydCarmy. I've been trying to finish this Terry Richmond fic for days but I had to get this out 🥲

Pairing: Carmen x Sydney

Genre/Warning: 18+, its juuuuuust smut so minors kindly fuck off

Words: 932, short and sweet to get me back used to posting

Alright have at it 💕

“Eyes on me Sydney” she let out an exasperated groan at that, knowing that if she opened her eyes to watch him drill into her, watch his intense blue gaze take in her squirming form underneath him, tatted arms stretched taught, strong hands gripping her hips firmly, his own hips thrusting into her with wet, obscene smacks-

If she had to look at that while feeling how fucking good he was digging into her, she’d simply explode! She’d die right on the spot.

“Carmy-“ her breathing was so labored, voice coming out surprisingly whiny for her “-I can’t! I really can’t, it’s too much.” 

She bit her pouting lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration from trying so hard not to cum yet. Her hands stretched over her head to prevent him from fucking her into the headboard that kisses the wall with each thrust, and her tits bounced hypnotically with his consistent pounding. Sydney looked so pretty like this.

He smiled softly, taking pity on his brilliant girl turned cum hungry, fucked out slut. He slowed his thrust to a sensual grind, rolling and snapping his hips in a way that had her tossing her head side to side with a cute squeal. 

“Aww I’ve seen you do hard things pretty girl, you can take it” he released one of her hips to bring his thumb to her clit, it was still wet and swollen from how he’d tasted her earlier, and this brought the sexiest moan of his name from between her lips. 

“Eyes up here Chef. I won’t ask you again.”

Sydney gasped, squeezing her eyes shut tightly in pleasure before opening them to stare into his with a squeaky “yes Chef”

He had a sweet smile on his face, skin glistening with exertion, picking up his steady pace again as his thumb worked her button faster. 

“There you are, I wanted to see you Syd. Wanted to see you fall apart for me.” Oh he sounds so good, and he feels so good, and she wishes she could slap that stupid smile off his face for how he’s making her go brain dead. She should’ve known he’d be the type to talk her through it. 

“Carmy!” She pleaded with her eyes, “I’m so close, I need-“

“Shhh shhh I got you pretty girl, I know exactly what you need” both his hands lovingly smoothed up her thighs, climbing higher over the curves of her torso and perky breasts, up her arms to grab her hands. His eyes stayed locked on her, his face now hovering above her own. 

He continued to thrust into her, grinding his hips every time he bottomed out in her, making sure his happy trail grazed her swollen clit each time. This had her eyes rolling to the back of her head with her sweet moans falling right into his waiting lips so near hers.

“Ah ah my pretty chef, I said eyes on me” his blues were cocky and playful now, her browns were teary and desperate and soo pretty. “And wrap those long legs around me, open up this tight pussy for me”

She’d joke with him later about him being bossy even in bed, but she absolutely wrapped her legs around him and squeezed around him, this new angle making her needy pussy sing louder. 

“Aww listen to that! Fuck, she’s so wet Syd. Am I making you feel good chef? This what you needed from me?” He gave her a quick kiss and pulled back, waiting for her answer. His hips snapping more excitedly with more vigor was the only indicator that he was just as affected by her, her obvious pleasure egging him on.

“Oh my fuck yes, yes yes please, I’m so close!” He folded her arms above her head and placed his elbows on them, further caging her in underneath him as he started to slam into her. His forehead on hers, she had nowhere to hide from him. 

“Give me that fucking cum then Sydney, let me feel it pretty girl. I need you to-“ she wailed loudly, pussy gushing and spasming all over his dick, getting him so lewdly wet, and it felt so very good to him.

“Fuuuck that’s it! Good girl, that’s my good Chef.” He lifted up slightly to bring one hand down to her clit, prolonging her orgasm as her pussy massaged his dick just right.

“You’re brilliant you know that Sydney? Just so good for me. You’re gonna make me cum pretty girl” she’s nodding frantically, breath coming out in such cute huffs as she could focus on nothing but the pleasure he was pulling outta her.

His blue eyes found her gaze in the midst of her pleasure and he looked so strained trying to hold back “you’re gripping me just right baby, where the fuck do you want my cum hmm?” She could hardly speak, it was all so much.

“Inside Carmy, just-“ he cut her off with a biting kiss, groaning with such relief as he emptied into her. They’d deal with the consequences later, right now this was all he wanted to feel, to just be surrounded by her. And surround him she did, cumming again moaning his name into the heated kiss. 

His lips slowed as his hips did, pulling that last bit of pleasure out of them both. He broke the kiss to pepper sweet little kisses all over her face then pulled back slightly to look at her.  He raised his eyebrows questioningly. Good? She huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes playfully. Duh.

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Mkayyy lemme know what you think 😇 Ive got Carmen, Terry Richmond, and Rio from Good Girls fighting for attention in my head but I have a feeling Terry is gonna win so let me know if you wanna be on the taglist for that!

Also I've been wanting to write more sapphic fics I just haven't found any characters that really inspire me 😮‍💨 please hit up my asks/dms if you have any ideas

[ihaznoclue]

Hey um... Can I umm.. Request reader saving lyacon, ellen, nekomata, I think I saw you also write for Billy but I cant check while writing this... Like lets say someone they get in a situation they need help... If you accept the reuqets thank you in advence I really like everything you write

TYSM! TwT I love when people love my work, I guess my English classes and writing on Wattpad paid off ^-^

Pairings -> Von Lycaon, Ellen Joe, Nekomata | Nekomiya Mana, Billy Kid x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader just saving them in a sticky situation also these might be a little short for some T-T

Genre -> Fluff

Von Lycaon

You were walking around Lumina Square, you decided to take a little walk after being inside most of the day today, it was the afternoon the sun setting as the sky looked

Beautiful, the colors blending together

'Bark!'

You heard a loud bark coming from your left side, you saw Sir Lycaon surrounded by dogs, what a funny sight to see but it was quite cute

You walked up to him as the dogs spotted you as they started walking around you, sniffing you and barking

"Looks like they like you" Lycaon spoke, his ears twitch at the loud barking, his tail twitching as well

"Need some help? It look like you in a quite sticky situation" You chuckled

"Yes, I went out for some groceries for Rina and it theses dogs appeared around me"

"They think you are a dog too, considering that you are a wolf but they think you're the leader of their pack or something" You explained

"Ah I see, May you help me. I need to head back to the mansion before it turns dark" Lycaon asked

"Sure, hold on" You started to dig into your bag, luckily you went out to get some treats and some stuff for your own dog that you own. Taking a squeaky ball out of your bag

All the dogs attention went to you, you started to wave it around as the dogs eyes followed

You smiled as you threw the ball away, all the dogs chasing it

"Hurry, Let's go before they come back for more" You smiled as you and Lycaon hurried away

"Thank you, for helping me Master Name" Lycaon gave you a small smile as he went inside the mansion

You were about to leave until you heard Lycaon

"Would you like to come in, it seems its turning dark. You stay here for the night If you like, we have plenty of rooms" Lycaon spoke

It was getting quite dark quickly so you agreed on the offer as Lycaon let you in

"Thank you"

"My pleasure, It's a favor in return for helping me earlier"

Ellen Joe

I would like to say, she would need help with her homework since she always seems to be sleeping in class

"Name" She whined, you and Ellen were quite close like her other friends

"Hm?" You turned your head to her as you both were in a room in the mansion Lycaon lives at

You were comfortably sitting on the couch as you heard a whiny voice come from behind you as you heard Ellen plop on the couch next to you

You chuckled, "What is it this time?" You asked, Ellen had a piece of paper in her hands

"Homework" She groaned, You smiled as you were willing to help your friend with her homework

"Okay, I'll help you!" You cheerfully spoke

"Really!?" Ellen shouted

You nodded your head as you smiled

"I am willing to help a friend in need"

Neomata | Nekomiya Mana

Simple, her just trying to find somewhere to stay at, after running away from some Gang

Guess she thought of you first, you and Nekomata were both close friends and you both were members of the cunning hares

Instead of going to the hideout, she went to your house instead since she felt more safe there

She knew the others were somewhere else, either on missions because it says each one of them are busy except you

So she texted you saying she was coming over so you let her

"Here, just to stay warm since it's quite cold outside" You handed her a hoodie of yours

"Thanks" Nekomata thank you as she put the warm hoodie on, it looked big but at least it would keep her warm

"Now, would you tell me what happen?" You asked

"Just running away from some guys" Nekomata said, "What were they doing?" You asked

"Just doing some uncomfortable stuff, but it's okay I managed myself" Nekomata purred as you pet her ears

Nekomata was now asleep on your lap as you were awake, thinking about what Nekomata said earlier

You could hear Nekomata purring softly, you smiled

Looks like you'll have to wait until she wake up

But for now, you enjoyed having her with you in this very moment

Billy Kid

Simple, he was running away from Nicole after annoying her a lot, so she started to chase him with her briefcase

"Name! Help me!" Billy whined as he hid behind you, making you stumble a little since he was taller than you

"Billy Come back here this instant!" Nicole seemed pretty annoyed so you let Billy go in your room for the time being

"Name!" Nicole called out to you, "Hm? What is it Nicole?" You asked

"Have you seen Billy, I need to have a 'Talk' with him" Nicole pouted angrily thinking that you have seen Billy

You only shook your head "Nope, I haven't seen him. Sorry Nicole" You innocently said

Nicole groaned as she stomped away

You went back to your room, "She's gone Billy you can come out from under my bed"

"Phew" Billy climbed out form beneath your bed as he sat on your bed

"What did you do this time to piss her off?" You asked as you sat down beside him

Billy leaned him head on your shoulder, "I kind of pissed her off by going in her room, I swear its not what you think, I was just trying to find something"

"Such as?" You asked with a raised eyebrow

"My starlight knight action figure, she stole it form me as a punishment so I tried to get it back" Billy whined

"But she's scary" Billy whimpered

"Well next time, ask her instead of going in her room without her permission" You stroked his white fluffy hair

"How about this, we watch your favorite movie, Starlight knight, yeah?" You smiled

Billy instantly sat up, "Really?! You have that?" He asked

You nodded

"Of course I do, You got me addicted to it, after all"

-A<3

[padfootreggie]

Romance books

Luke x Valerie

Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving), reader reads smut, teasy Luke, whiny reader, virgin reader, taking away virginity, Luke loves thighs, fingering, p in v, no protection, blood from first time, boob play, slight face sitting at the end

Luke found out about the books I read. Oh gods help me! He will tease me to the underworld about this, I won't look him in the eyes ever again.

I fluster seeing him near Athena's cabin, Luke is my friend. He knows I'm a virgin to please the gods. I walk to my cabin trying to hide from him.

To my surprise he isn't teasing me, he's acting normal? He follows me inside, it's empty in the cabin since everyone out.

I lay on my bed so tired from practice, Luke lays near me. By my thighs, using them as a pillow. I yawn, Luke smirks. Oh no. "So about your books?" I whine "please don't Luke."

He laughs "please don't what? Who knew sweet and virgin Valerie could read such obscene things?" I hide my face in my pillow blushing.

Luke cackles "don't hide from me Val! Tell me: what it's like reading porn?" I whine again hitting him in the head with a pillow.

He's unfortunately, unaffected. He lays on his stomach, still using my legs as pillows. My legs bare since I'm wearing a black skirt, besides my thigh high socks.

"Seriously Val that scared me!! cuffs and muzzles?!" I fluster when he goes between my legs, he puts my legs around his head.

"Lukee stop it, please I don't have time to talk about it." I say in a squeaky voice. He breathes against my covered puffy pussy.

He holds my thighs, massaging them. He says in a deep tone enough to compete with Calliope "I won't tell anyone Val."

Luke lowers his head, resting it against my covered pussy. I can tell he feels how much it's pulsing, he smirks.

He growls "are you wet Valerie? Thinking about your books again huh? Or is it from how close I am to your body? You like seeing me between your plushy thighs?"

I whine "Luke stop it!" He puts his head under my short skirt "gods I love your soft thighs, could lay here forever sweetheart."

He giggles "could see your wet patch baby, I bet your so sweet and tight f'me yea?" He groans quietly "I bet you taste so good Val."

My eyes roll when he licks a long stripe up my purple panties, bumping my throbbing clit. I moan "L-Luke wait!"

He sticks his head out from my skirt, looking annoyed I stopped him from devouring my virginity, ruining my body for the gods above.

"Valerie Kalik, my little virgin. Such a suck up for the gods. Wanna make mommy proud Val? Nice virgin forever..." He says in a voice I've never heard, he sounds so desperate, and so dark.

He grunts going back under "fuck the gods Valerie, your mine and only mine. I will ruin this perfect pussy; take away your perfect body."

I'm honestly scared, he's never talked bad about the gods before. At least not in my presence, has he thought about them like this for a while?

My thoughts get ripped away when he licks around my hole. I moan so loud, hopefully nobody is near the cabin.

He starts eating me out so skillfully, making me surprised I moan and whimper. My back arches, he's so good at this holy fuck.

Luke sucks my clit through my purple panties. He groans "purple is such a pretty color on you baby. Wear it for me now ok?"

I nod feverishly, barely hearing him from how hard he's going on me. He rips my panties off of me, quickly pushing two fingers into my hole.

Curling them so deliciously, my eyes roll back to my skull. He pushes his fingers in and out fast, I'm so close already.

His fingers are drenched in my arousal, he kisses my inner thighs. Biting once and a while, making me yelp.

I moan more squeaky and whiny. So so close to cumming on his long fingers, my fingers could never do what his does.

Now that I've thought about it, I never came before. My hands never felt good enough. I let out breathy whines, I swear I'm seeing stars.

My hips grind against Lukes hand, my eyes cross. He snickers "good girl about to cum?" I nod fast. "Yes y-yes yes L-Luke so close!!"

He moves his fingers faster, and faster. Now sucking on my clit once more, a thin coat of sweat covers my body.

A ring of curses roll as I cum on his fingers. My back arches I let out loud whiny moans.

To my surprise he keeps goings, I'm already overwhelmed from pleasure. I cry out "Luke s-stop!!" He groans "can't stop baby need you to cum one more time around my cock ok?"

He sits up on his knees, he pulls down his pants to reveal his length. Drool drips down my chin, he's so long and thick. How can it fit?!

I whimper seeing a vein on the under side "Luke are you sure it'll fit? It's j-just I've never done this before, you know that! It would hurt so much-"

He kisses me hard, teeth clashing even. Then he pushes in, all the way. I cry out, nails digging into his back. I squeeze my eyes shut, he grunts slowly grinding his body.

My back arches his dick reaching new places I couldn't dream of. I scream when he thrusts into me again, tears fall down my cheeks.

He bites my lips, groaning into my mouth. I hold him in place by his hips. "S-STAY STILL LUKE" he freezes, staring into my eyes.

His blue eyes darken with lust, pupils blown wide. I get used of his size and nod, he slowly moves again. My slick making it easy to push in.

This time he's slower, but I can tell he's trying hard not to go as fast as he wants. Knowing it's my first time.

I feel a liquid down my pussy. Did he come? Did I come?? I look and see some blood. I yelp pushing Luke's hips away. "I'm bleeding!!"

Luke snickers, looking at me like a lost puppy. "Val it's ok! Many girls bleed a little during their first time." I look at him pouty.

"Promise?" I ask in a soft voice, he nods whispering "can we continue?" I let out a breath of relief "yes"

He growls going back in me. He pulls my head up making me face him, I'm almost cross eyed he feels so good. He whimpers, hips stuttery.

He flips us, me on top of him. I bite my lip smiling, he looks so pretty. My skirt looks like a belt, riding up to my waist.

My shirt drenched, heat gets to me making me pull it over my head. Before I can fully take it off Luke takes a breast and starts kneading it.

My body shivers against his, I grind slowly trying to find a nice rhythm. My sore clit rubs against him pubes, I whine bouncing now.

He groans thrusting up, making him hit deep in me. I yelp wrapping my arms around his neck, whining in his ear.

His dick stretching my insides, so thick and long. I cry out, the bed creaking at the poor quality. He groans, dick pulsing.

I whimper, bouncing faster and faster. He huffs my back arching slightly. I suck at his neck feverishly, so close.

He can tell by how I squeeze him, and my twitches. I scream a moan squirting all over his hips and dick.

Cum drips down into the mattress, he groans cumming after me. He pulls me up by my hips, sitting me on his shoulders.

"Sit still ok? Just rude my face like how you just did my cock baby." My eyes widen at his command. "But I-I'll suffocate you!"

He sneers "I'll die a happy man, now hurry up or I can just pound your ass right now." I whine slowly moving up.

It's gonna be a long time till he stops.

[sook9i]

— I SAID LOOK

. . . GENRE ! yeonjun x afab!reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! dom!yj, sub!reader, implied edging, fingering, mirror sex, choking, yj kinda rough, some marking (tried to keep readers skin color ambiguous as possible tho is it described that red from bite marks can be seen), finger sucking 😞, reader naked while jun is still semi-clothed, reader is a little…dazed, pet names (yeonjun called junnie; reader called baby, darling, handsome, pretty, & cute), i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything !

. . . WORD COUNT ! 772

. . . NOTES ! I hope you enjoy our first fic !! yeonjun posted that fucking photo and i lost all coherent thought 😵‍💫

. . . ADMIN ! written by fairy cal 🐱

“Come on, baby.” The voice is silky, devilish, right up behind your ear. “Look at me.”

Your head is filled to the brink with fog. All senses dulled and yet turned up to one hundred. The firm feeling of his thighs spread out beneath yours is driving you crazy. Yet the sound of his command swims in and out of your ears, never sticking. Your only response is to let out a high-pitched whine as you struggle to grind your hips back into his.

The movement is quickly brought to end as he delivers a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh, drawing out a gasp.

“No, darling,” His hand travels up your thigh and over your hips and stomach, fingers fleeting on your bare sternum, until a strong grip takes hold of your chin. “I said look.”

Your head is yanked away from his comforting shoulder, forced forward straight at the mirror. Yeonjun’s half-lidded eyes meet yours in the reflection. His black tresses dangle down into his sight-light, drawing more attention to the sly smirk hanging on his lips.

Oh how proud he is of himself to have you like this.

Focusing on yourself in the full-length, you see just how much damage he’s already done. Your neck is littered in red, unlikely to disappear for the next couple of days; Your thighs draped wide on top of his reveal the leaking wet in between them. He has you completely naked, while only his top remains bare. Looking into your eyes, the gaze is far away and you let out another soft whine. His other hand, draped upon your lap, inches ever closer to where you need him most. Still, he continues to refuse you.

He’d been so tired coming back into the hotel room. Shoulders sagging, eyes heavy, you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. Thinking maybe a massage or running him a bath perhaps. Three ruined orgasms later, you can barely think beyond how desperate you are for his touch.

“Aren’t you so handsome? Look at how pretty I’ve made my baby.” Suddenly so much more energetic the moment he had you in his lap, quickly submitting to every touch.

Two long fingers poke at your lips, signaling you to open them. You gladly do, letting the rough pads run across your tongue, pushing down the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. The gag reflex pushes back up your throat, you swallow it as it’s replaced with a whiny moan.

He pulls the fingers away and you quickly peel your eyes back open, watching dazedly as he trails them down to your clit. Keeping with a soft touch, he begins circling the nub, barely pressing down. He moves at a torturous pace. A mewl breaks out of your lips, squeaky and needy. The deep vibrations of his chuckle shake against your back. Every movement of his bare skin against you drives you deeper into a haze. The two fingers dip further down, spreading slick up and down your folds, toying at your wanting entrance.

“J-Junnie, please! Please, I’ll be so so good for you! Promise-Just please give me anything, please!” Your voice hikes up, feeling tears begin to bubble up in your eyes. Need taking over, your hips buck against his hold, trying for any sort of relief you can get.

“God,” Fingernails dig into your sides as he stops your movements. “You’re so fucking cute.”

In a moment his lips swallow up yours. Eating up every delicious moan that spills out once he finally pushes his fingers into you. The pace he sets is fast revealing a need comparable to yours. Two fingers stretch out your walls again and again with a slight sting, yet you still want more. Yeonjun seems to think the same as he soon adds in another. That draws out a moan which he lets ring out, pulling away from your lips and back down to your neck. There his teeth scrape on the red skin. Pain fogs up your senses until it leaks into aphrodisiacal pleasure. Bombarded with so many sensations when he places his thumb back to roll circles around your clit; your head lolls back onto his shoulder and your eyes screw shut. The sounds you release grow higher and louder with every second past. Your high creeps up closer and closer, so close to finally getting there.

Yeonjun’s free hand soon finds purchase tight around your neck; grip harsh when he squeezes and forces your head back up. “I told you to look, baby. Watch how I ruin you.”

[borathae]

okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

what kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

what kinda blowjobs does jk like? where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

Im going crazy. Every scenario in my head is dirtier than the previous one so I came to my queen with my questions.

Uhmm anonie?? what was the reason?? why would you ask me something like that? ME aka the biggest oral fixation slut ever, like sometimes when I drive i think about oral sex with certain people HAHAH it's bad i love oral sex so much. i'm literally not strong enough for this omfg 😩 fuckckk this is so hot idk what to do fuckkckc

Okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

fuckckc he is so noisy. so fucking noisy. obviously it depends on the location, but let's say the blowjob happens somewhere private then he'll be so noisyyyy

He'll sigh and gasp when she's being gentle with his tip, like during those kitten licks and little kisses he'll sigh and gasp all breathily. I can also see him sighing when she worships his balls.

When she takes him inside and sucks on him slowly, he'll let out audible gasps and small whimpers, but it's still gonna be really quiet and sweet.

When she takes him in deeper or speeds up or uses her hands as well? oh BOY he won't be able to control himself anymore and he'll moan and keen like the goodest boy ever. I can also see him whispering (and moaning) stuff like "mommy" and "you feel so good, oh god, so good" and "please don't stop, please please" as well as repeated "thank you, thank you so much mommy"s UFKCKC

When he gets close to climaxing, his voice will get higher and his moans breathier. right before orgasm, he goes quiet because he needs to hold his breath. when he falls over the edge, he'll release his breath in a loud moan, following it up with squeaky mewls and gasps.

Bonus: if she blows him somewhere public, where he needs to be quiet, he likes to muffle himself with his own hand because he knows how noisy he can get JFAJDF

What kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

What if I tell you that she loves all of this? What then? No but seriously, she doesn't have a preference. I honestly think that her blowjobs are a series of all of this happening. She loves to build them, work him really up with it. She'll start off slow and gentle by worshipping his body close to his cock (thighs, tummy etc), then move on by kissing and licking his balls and shaft before moving to his tip and licking it slowly. She'll suck on his tip for a while where she'll slowly work her way down his cock until he sits deep inside her and she can speed up to sloppy, hard levels. Her hands are gonna be busy throughout the entire blowjob, going from soft touches to harsh jerking motions feat. skilled ball fondling. So it's definitely all of the above in the perfect order to really ruin him (and she does. she ruins him trust me)

Bonus: omfg sometimes she'll get his tip wet and then blow on it for a little temperature play and he'll be so whiny. in general temperature play with something cold & hot changing her mouth temperature is a very special thing to her <3 she loves doing it to him

What kinda blowjobs does jk like?

her blowjobs <3 that's it. that's the answer <3 he loves her blowjobs <3 everything about them, how she is so talented and attentive, how skilled she is, how she makes him feel with them, how she is so GOOD <3 (i'm barking at him rn)

where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Don't talk about his toes curling, i will have to actually jump at him 😩 bestie you're actually doing it to me, i might need to take a walk afterwards 😩 also the blindfolded blowie? bestie please stop, this is actually too much WHAT THE FUCKCKCKCKK now i need him blindfolded and sensitive fuckckc

As for location preference, I think his absolute fave is somewhere private because he can be noisy then. If they're private, where it happens doesn't matter to him though. Blowjobs somewhere out of the bedroom or playroom are definitely really exciting to him because they feel so "forbidden". He'll get really giggly when she blows him in, let's say, the kitchen or on the balcony or on deck of his yacht. These kinda locations really make his tummy flutter. Sometimes she also blows him pressed against the windows which really make his knees buckle because of being so so exposed (it's so sexy to him).

Locations like his car or his office make his heart race like CRAZY because of the aspect of "getting caught". He'll be tense and would try so hard not to lose himself to it, so he'll be really squirmy and restless which makes her pin him down which is honestly not helpful because strong wifey = total ruin to him JFAJDJF

When he can lie down or rest somewhere really comfortable, he'll be so weak and all "jello". I can also see him rolling his head from side to side and arch his back all the time. Also lots of sheet grabbing and toes curling.

I'm actually going insane like this is so hot to me. holy fuck.

Bonus: blowjobs somewhere with water aka the shower or the bathtub or the pool. THIS IS LITERALLY GOING TO RUIN HIM. There is something about being somewhere wet and having her mouth around him which will ruin him completely. I think those are the kinda locations where he can't hold back for long JFJADSJ

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

He definitely holds her hair and plays with it. He doesn't push her head down deeper, at least not on purpose. Sometimes he gets too excited and his hand acts on its own, which makes her stop and pin them down with a warning "behave" which honestly ruins Kookie because strong wifey = total ruin JFAJDFJ

Also him playing with her tits is now burned into my mind UFKCKCK I can also see him playing with her pussy when she's in the right position. that's when he'll keep his eyes open (all droopy and halfway) as his long fingers run through her folds. he'll keep chanting how pretty she is and that it makes him feel so good and that he's so lucky and that's he's hers AND- fjajdfja I'm losing my mind this is actually the hottest message I have ever received and I will be thinking about blowing Kook for the rest of my day thank you JFAJSDF