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[barcaatthemoon]

mommy dearest || mary earps x reader ||

it's just mommy kink mary earps smut.

18+, smut ahead, minors dni.

"oh fuck," you moaned as mary pulled your hips down to grind against her thigh. mary had been winding you up all practice, and now you could finally do something about it. to make matters worse, mary had to stay extra time for a quick instagram photoshoot and a couple of videos for youtube.

"don't worry, we'll get to that," mary teased. you didn't need to look up to know that she had a shit-eating grin on her face. she was far too proud of herself, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. "i'll take good care of you. i always do, don't i?"

"fuck, yes," you answered. mary grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at her as you ground against her. you recognized the look in her eyes, one that she only ever really got when she wanted something specific. "you take such good care of me, mommy."

you watched the way that mary's jaw clenched at the name. her hands came up to grab at your hips, holding you as she flipped the two of you over. you were pinned beneath mary's body on top of the mattress now. she pressed a couple of rough kisses to your lips before she backed away, stepping off of the bed and going straight for the bedside table.

"mary," you whined at the loss of contact. she stifled a smile, secretly loving it whenever you'd get needy for her. mary would have loved to hold you in her arms all night, slowly dismantling every part of you just to put you back together again lovingly, but today, she wanted something different.

"i need you to do something for me, and then i promise that i'll take care of you. can you do that for me? just one little thing for mommy," mary said. a shiver ran down your spine at the way that she was talking to you. mary was generally a very loud person, often screaming and shouting throughout the day without noticing. now, she was being careful to keep her voice low and quiet. both of you knew how easily mary could manage to drive you up the wall that way.

"i'd do anything for you mommy," you said. mary smirked as she stripped herself out of her clothes and put on the harness. you knew almost immediately what she wanted from you when she grabbed you to move you into position. your head hung off of the edge of the bed, mouth perfectly positioned to take the strap when she leaned forward.

"you're such a good girl, always so willing to do what i ask," mary praised you. a deep blush rose to your cheeks at her words. she smiled down at you as she squeezed your cheeks to open your mouth. you had expected her to push her hips forward to get things started, but instead she leaned down a little and spit into your mouth.

the action took you by surprise, as did the tingling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of it. mary picked up on your realization, smirking as she moved her hips so that you could take the tip of the dildo into your mouth. mary held your face gently as her hips started to thrust in and out of your mouth. she knew what you could handle, just like she knew the way to work you up to that.

mary tried hard not to get ahead of herself as she watched you take inch after inch of her strap into your mouth. she moaned at the sight of you with every bit of it in your mouth. she slowly pulled out before pushing back in with rougher thrusts. you were sure that it was a truly pornographic scene, mary moaning as she fucked your face with her strap.

"i don't ever want to stop this," mary said as she pulled out of your mouth once again. this time, she spun you around so that your legs were on either side of her. "but your mouth isn't my favorite thing to fuck, even if you do look pretty drooling all over my thighs."

you opened your mouth to say something as mary slid a finger inside of you. her thumb toyed with your clit, intent on making you cum at least once before she started fucking you. your head began to feel fuzzy from the way that her thumb circled around your clit as she added a second finger. your hips moved with the thrusts of her fingers as you got worked up. mary just barely managed to add a third finger to the mix before you were cumming, absolutely coating her hand as you did.

"what's your color?" mary asked you.

"green," you answered immediately. mary wiped her fingers across your lips before she grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. she slid inside of you as her lips met yours in a searing kiss. you coudl feel her tongue licking the taste of you off of your lips. mary's tongue dipped into your mouth, but all you could focus on was the feeling of her fucking you.

mary's hands held onto your hips as she rammed hers into you. she was fucking you fast and hard. each thrust went in deep, hitting every spot that you could think to want. mary pulled away from the kisses to watch the way that your boobs bounced with each of her thrusts. your hands linked up behind her neck, nails scratching at the sides as you tried to grab onto something to steady yourself.

"fuck mary, i won't last like this," you warned her. mary knew that you were close, and she wanted you to cum. she moved one of her hands down from your hips to rub against your clit, knowing that would definitely send you over the edge. mary barely managed to touch you before you were screaming out for her. "mary! i'm cumming! i'm cumming!"

"that's right, cum for mommy," mary told you. she leaned down and was whispering in your ear, not stopping her thrusts even as the resistance started to build. mary could barely move from the way that you were clenching around her. her fingers kept rubbing against your clit, pushing you into further and further over the edge. mary showed no signs of stopping, so you started to push against her and squirm to get out from beneath her.

"that's it, you've killed me," you croaked out weakly. mary chuckled as she stepped out of the harness. she set it in the bathroom for cleaning, kicking the discarded clothes that way as she went. mary moved around for a few minutes before she came back to you.

"can you sit up for me?" mary asked you. you got halfway up, which was more than enough for mary to pull you the rest of the way. she let you take a few drinks from the gatorade that she brought you. the protein bar in her hand waited until after she started to clean you up with a warm washcloth. "sorry."

"it's okay," you mumbled. that didn't stop the little whimpers from the contact. mary pressed a kiss against your cheek as she threw the washcloth towards the bathroom. it missed, but you didn't bother telling mary to pick it up as she started to help you get dressed.

"cookies and cream or peanut butter and chocolate?" mary asked as she held up two protein bars. you reached for the peanut butter and chocolate one, ignoring the pout on mary's face. she'd end up getting a few bites of it anyway. the two of you shared a favorite flavor, so you didn't know why she didn't just bring two of those with her. the cookies and cream was good, but you usually brought those along when you ran out of the other.

"what's going on in there? i think i smell smoke," you teased. mary glared at you, nearly knocking you off of the bed as she nudged you. she mumbled an apology as she grabbed you and pulled you into her arms.

"you're gonna have bruises tomorrow," mary said quietly. you knew that it bothered her sometimes to be so rough with you. she knew that you were tough, and never gave you more than what you could handle, but you bruised like an overripe peach. "that's probably gonna hurt."

"mary, look at me, if i wanted you to stop, i would have told you. there are always bruises, even when you just pin my hips down a little. i was teasing you so much because i wanted this, both of us did. if you feel so bad about this, you can give me a rub down tomorrow, i'm sure that i'll need it after the gym," you told her. mary seemed to like that idea, truly relaxing around you for the first time since she had gotten finished fucking you.

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Asking for a favor

Smut and Story Building (Sex, Teasing, Anal sex, Deep Penetration, Creampie, use of anal plug) 

Chapter 4

2630 Words

(Irene, like a good girl, is used by the Company CEO. He makes her wear a butt plug to get her accustomed to having something inside of her when she is to service her boss in anal sex. She uses this opportunity to get on the good side of her boss, even if it means being used like a sex toy.)

“Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Why is he making me wear this in public? I hate it him.” Irene walks through the main building, making her way to the CEO’s office. She greets the trainees who are coming from their biweekly evaluation meeting. “Good Morning, girls.” 

The trainees wave back and bow at Irene as she holds some paperwork through the busy hallway. She presses the button on the elevator, scans her access card, and selects the top floor. She faces the glass and sees the view of the campus, busy with trainees going to their classes. She starts to walk to the end of the hall when she drops some of the folders, “Damn, why is this happening to me?” She squats carefully so as not to reveal her panties and the plug she was forced to wear as punishment by the CEO. She quickly picked up the files and quickly felt the back of her skirt to make sure that the plug in her behind wasn’t showing. After checking, she makes her way to your office and knocks on the door. 

“Irene here. May I come in?” dreading to see your face this early morning.

“Yeah, come in.”

She opens the doors, walks in, and immediately closes the door behind her. She sees the smirk on your face, knowing that you’re laughing at her. “Good Morning, sir.”

“Good Morning, Irene. How are you doing today?”

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking.” With an annoyed face, she gives you the files you requested, “Here are the files you requested.” You take them, review the files, and set them on the table. You get back on your desktop but notice Irene standing before your desk. “Did you need something?”

“Sir, I want to ask you for something.”

“Speak.”

“Well… I reviewed the evaluations from the trainees who were tested two weeks ago, and four stood out to me. Would you mind looking at them?” handling your files. 

“Ah, yes. You mentioned one of them before, right? A girl named Wendy.”

“Yes, sir. She’s from Canada. We sent someone to recruit her based on her viral YouTube video.”

“Okay, and what about the rest?”

“The rest went through the Korean auditions. Most of them are good singers and have been performing well in their evaluations.”

“I see that there is no that’s not of age yet.”

“Yeah, her name is Yeri. She recently joined that company a few weeks ago, but I think she has the basics down.”

“Okay, and why are you showing me this?”

“Well… I wanted to see if you would consider these girls for a girl group.”

“Irene, You know we already have a group in mind.”

“Sir, but I think these girls would do well.”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

She walks over to your side of the desk, “Please, sir, let me be responsible for the group. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“So you want to be in the group too?”

“Yes, I would like to debut with them.”

You see the desperation on her face, making you want to tease her more. You remember the punishment you gave her and say, “Seems like you’re serious. You must really want this.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Alright, show me how serious you are.”

“What do you mean?”

You place her hand on her behind, giving it a nice rub and smile. She reads your expression and knows what you are trying to do. She slowly spreads her legs and pulls her panties down to her knees, giving you access to her cheeks. With your right hand, you go up her skirt and grab onto one of her cheeks, feeling her pale and soft flesh, “A nice ass like always.” She tries to think of something else as you caress her ass cheeks by squeezing them, cupping, or slapping them until they’re slightly red.

Once you get your fill, you focus on what’s between Irene’s cheeks and slowly move your hand toward the bud sticking out of her. You grab the pink glass plug and gently give it a tug, causing Irene to twitch. You try to give it another pull, but her body tightens out of reflex. 

“Come on, you know the drill, relax.”

Without a word she spreads her legs a bit more and bends towards the desk. You give the butt plug another pull, and this time, you’re able to move it. Grabbing onto the nub, you give it a twist, which makes Irene moan. Seeing her reaction, you decide to pull on it, “Remember to relax.” With a firm grip, you begin to pull on the nub, which causes her pucker hole to stretch slightly. Irene gets firm to the table and feels you pull the plug out of her butt. She moans with every centimeter you pull until her hole is stretched to the size of a glass ball. 

“Ready for the last bit?”

“Shut up, just pull it.” 

All you hear is the popping noise of air escaping her now gaping hole, trying to clench onto the foreign object it held earlier before. “Fuck, lot at that gaping hole,” as you stare at the inside of Irene’s exposed hole. You stand and watch as her pucker hole constricts, turning you on. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, you undo your belt and drop your pants to the floor. You take out your cock and give it a full pump, getting it ready for some action. 

You open the bottom drawer and pull out some lube and squirt some on Irene’s ass and on your cock. Slowly and gently, you rub the lube all over your cock and between Irene’s slit. The cold lube causes Irene to shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Now, the long-awaited meal that you have been craving is here. You press your cock against Irene’s ass and gently push it into her asshole. She groans as she feels the tip of your hardened cock spreads her puckerhole, “Uggh…fuck…” biting her lip. A cold sensation fills her spine as she takes in your massive cock. 

“Fuck, you’re still tight.” You press in even more, feeling the flesh of her walls wrapping around your cock. You take a better hold of her waist and warn her, “I’m going to go all the way!”

Irene tries to prepare herself and adjusts her position on the table but loses her balance when she feels a stab in her womb, “Wait! You’re going to mess me up!”

Her knees become weak from just one stroke, and it’s not the last one. You pick up the pace and mercilessly fuck her ass. You enjoy hearing her groan in pain as she takes you massive length. “Stop! Stop! Give me some time to adjust myself. You’re going to ruin me!”

You move your hand and insert two fingers into her wet cunt and collect as much fluid as you can. With those two fingers, you shove them into Irene’s mouth and say, “Shut up and suck like a good girl!”

Without a fight, she welcomes your fingers and begins to suckle. “Yeah, that’s right. Sucking on your own nectar like a slut you are.” She tries to respond, but you slam your cock back inside, reaching the deepest parts of her ass, causing her to gag on your fingers. 

After five minutes, Irene is a complete mess; she groans, “You’re turning me inside out. Please, pull out…”

“Alright, I’ll let you rest, but let me cum first.” 

You pull out your cock just enough to leave the tip and slam it once more, releasing a large wave of cum, “Hmph… fuck!!” She loses her balance, falls on the desk, and goes silent. “Fuck, your ass is so just tighter, it’s milking my cock.”

You turn to Irene and see her passed out, so you pull out your cock and see Irene’s motionless body. You grab your phone from your desk and take a picture of Irene’s gaping ass, “That’s so hot.” You walk in closer and see a large puddle of cum just at the edge of her puckerhole, just waiting to ruin Irene’s thigh. You grab her ass cheeks and spread them, causing your cum to spill out and drip onto her underwear. 

Not wanting to spill any cum on the floor you pull her panties back up and sit on your chair with Irene on your lap. You move her panties to the side and insert your semi-hard cock back inside, and continue to work on the computer. 

After a couple of minutes, Irene wakes up and feels the hot sensation of something buried deep inside her and lifts her head up. She slowly regains her vision, and the first thing she sees is your chest. She tilts her head up, “Wh…what are you doing?”

“You fell asleep, well more like passed out. I didn’t know I was that good.”

“Stop. Let me get off.” 

“No.”

“Come on, I need to get back to my duties.”

“These are part of your duties, remember.”

“Fine… just get it over with.”

“That’s no fun, but whatever. Let’s see your reaction after I’m done with you.”

Irene feels your semi-limp cock throbbing and getting harder as you bounce her small body on your length. With a firm grip on her ass tries to turn her head away, but you stop her, “Don’t look away. Look at me.” She moves her gaze at you, making direct eye contact. “That’s right, just like that. Now, I’m going to let go, and I want you to ride me.” 

You could see that she was going to talk back, but instead, she holds the words in her mouth and does as she’s told. She continues the rhythm you previously had and, little by little, increases the pace. You place your hands on her back, and she places hers on your shoulders; you stare at her, teasing that she is doing all the work like the good little cum slut that she is. 

“How does my cock feel up your ass? Good, huh?”

“It’s not bad.”

“Remember when the first time?”

“Don’t… don’t bring it up.”

“Why not? It was cute seeing you struggle.”

“I couldn’t walk straight for two days because of you.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault your body is so small.”

“It’s not my body, it’s that your cock is too big.”

“But you like it” as you give her a smirk. She doesn’t respond, but the silence gives away her answer. Instead, she picks up the pace to get her duty over with. “Fuck, you’re getting tight again. You’re so good at tightening your walls. If only your future members knew how much of a slut you are.”

“I’m not doing it because I want to; I’m doing it because I have to.” 

“Oh, if that’s the case, why don’t you let me fuck that tight pussy you have right there” as you rub your hands on her nicely trimmed cunt.

“No, you can’t.”

“Come on, it’s been over a year since we met, and you still haven’t…”

“Don’t. Remember, you can only fuck me anal if you don’t do it from the front. I’m saving myself for someone special.”

“Alight, I guess… You’re lucky I’m nice. If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t think twice about having all of you, if you know what I mean.”

“Haha don’t think you’re so nice. You still got your with me, even if it’s through my ass.”

“Let’s change the subject. How about you make me cum in two minutes. If you can do it in less than that, I’ll let you start your little group.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

Without a second thought, she increased the pace of her straddling. She moans as your cock reaches the deepest parts of her rectum. “Ahh… ahh.. it feels so good!” She lifts herself up and slams herself back down, causing her to tighten her walls. “Cum already, please…” as she looks up at you. “Almost.” She repeats it a couple more times, making you cum only five seconds before the two-minute mark. She groans as you fill her ass once more, causing her to lose strength in her body and collapse on your chest with a heavy breath.

It takes her a couple of minutes for her to regain a part of her strength, and when she does, she pulls herself out of your cock but don’t before you go for a passionate kiss to, which she does not reject. After you kiss, she musters enough energy to pull away, gets off your lap, waddles to the sofa across the room, throws herself onto it, and slowly closes her eyes.

You get off the chair and walk towards her and whisper, “Congratulations on your new group. Make sure not to disappoint me,” as you smack her ass. You walk towards the desk and grab some tissues to clean yourself off. You see the plug on top of her skirt and grab it before walking back to Irene. “Don’t forget this. I want you to walk around with my cum inside your ass for the whole day, okay” as you insert the plug back into her butt.

—————-

Irene spends the whole day with the plug as you order her to. The first thing she does when she returns to her apartment is go straight to the shower. She turns on the shower, lets it run for a few minutes, and places her head against the shower wall. After a long day, she tries to clear her mind and pulls out the plug. She watches as a large amount of cum pours out of her tight butthole and into the drain, “He pumped so much in me. It’s better for it to be my ass than the other whole and ending up pregnant. I’ll never let that man impregnate me. That would be the end of me…” as she takes a hot shower. 

—————

A few days passed, and Irene was heading to the meeting room to meet with her future group mates when she saw a group of women entering through the main entrance. She sees IU and Taeyeon coming out of the elevator and walking toward the women. “Hey, IU. Who’s that?”

“Oh the group?”

“Yeah.”

“They’re Taeyeon’s groupmates. They came for a tour since Taeyeon wouldn’t stop complimenting the place. She will show them around the campus and maybe meet with the CEO if he’s available.”

“Oh, okay. Good luck then.”

IU catches up with Taeyeon and the rest of the group and passes by Irene. They introduce themselves one at a time, but only one catches her attention. “You must be Irene.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’m Jessica, by the way. Taeyeon told me I should communicate with you and IU if I had any questions.”

“Yes, IU and I are the CEO’s assistants and are more than glad to answer any questions you have.”

“Okay, good. I’ll catch you later. Can’t miss the tour of the company,” as Jessica waves goodbye to Irene. 

Irene waves back better, heading to the meeting room. She opens the doors and sees a group of four girls sitting next to each other, waiting patiently.

[femd-archive]

NEEDY

pairing: sadistic beauty — woo haesol x fem!reader

word counting: 1.7k

content warning: use of honorifics 'noona' & 'unnie' | sniffing panties | use of lingerie | feminization | fingering (m) | dumbification | use of toys (strap-on) | dirty talk | slight chest play | begging | aftercare

summary: you catch haesol masturbating to you

📎 side note: english is not my first lenguage, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

"I'm heading off" you announce in the doorstep as you put your shoes on. At the same time you're picking up your purse, Haesol comes from the kitchen, wearing his cute pink apron as he dries his hands off with a hand-towel.

"Good luck today, noona" he breaks in one of his sweet smiles, making your heart melt.

"You have a day off today?" you ask, stretching your arms to motion him to come closer. He gets comfortable in your arms as you squeeze him in a warm hug.

"Yeah, the professor called in sick so the class got suspended" he answers.

"Lucky boy" you mutter, tickling him so slightly in his tummy but he stills wiggles away while giggling. "I'm going now. I'll see you later" sharing a short kiss on the lips, you sadly let him go from your arms to walk to the door.

"See you later" he waves at you from the door, and it's not until he sees you get into the elevator that he returns back into your shared apartment.

In the next few hours, Haesol cleaned the apartment upside down; chopped some veggies to freeze them for future meals; water the little plants he buyed from the store down the street and he loved with all his heart; he readed some books that were required for his next proyect and did some exercises from those yoga videos he found on YouTube.

Finally done with all his tasks, he took a relaxing bath with all the products that you buyed for him on your work trips. He always insist to not buy anything for him, but you can't help but want to spoil your pretty boy.

After taking his time in the bathtub, he also took his time drying himself off. As he dryed the last droplets of his wet hair, with his free hand he started to open his drawers to find some clean clothes. His body freezes for a moment and his cheeks started to feel hot when he sees the sight of your red panties on top of all his other underewear.

Shaky hands stretch forward to grab the piece of clothing. Why was it there? Have you confused your drawers with his and you just throw it in there? That's pretty possible.

Curiosity wins over him. «What if they are dirty? I might need to put them in the next batch of dirty clothes» is what Haesol thinks, and there's only one way to really know if they are dirty or not. Trembling with excitment, he brings the panties up to his face and closer to his nose, taking a long sniff to them.

He took his conclusion right away: they were not dirty, but the specific fragance of your cloth softener makes his mind full of you and his body reacts right away, it always does when it comes to you.

As he closes his eyes and get lost in your scent, his free hand is already reaching for the bulge forming under his white towel, gropping it as he imagines it's your own hand. Soon enough, the towel falls to his feet, and his hard cock springs up, proudly standing.

Wrapping his hand around it, he starts with soft strokes along the shaft, more focused on sniffing away your panties.

"Ah...noona ~" he moans on the low, his hand taking speed on his dick as he really tries his best to think is you. In his already delusional state, he can swear he feels the warmth of your chest hitting his back as your own hands strokes his pathetic dick. "More...more, please!" he pleads in whispers, tears already forming in his eyes.

"You're already this hard for just smelling my panties? What a naughty girl" he hears you tease him in his ear, and he gasps. "Why don't you wear them? You'll look really pretty wearing them for me, won't you baby?"

"Yes...yes" he answers to nobody, regardless, he still follows your imaginary order.

With a few water droplets still falling from his back, he waste no more time and put your red panties on. They are tight around the waist and surely do not cover his whole dick, but still combines with his pale skin and slim figure.

"There you go, princess. Now, why don't you show noona how you play with your pussy yourself?"

Heasol's face feels even hotter than it already was, but who was he to deny you?

Taking the lube bottle that was in display on your night stand, he lies down on the bed and pushes the panties aside to display his already twitching hole. Squirting some of the lube on two of his fingers, he teases his hole a little bit to finally insert the two digits slowly inside him. Mouth agape, he throws his head back in pleasure as he starts softly thrusting his fingers in and out.

"Oh...fuck" he mumbles, bitting his bottom lip down as he starts to add speed on his fingers, his neglected dick twitching painfully on his tummy. "Ah ~ noona, please..." he cries, "fuck me, please. Noona...noona" he calls out for you as his mind start to feel fuzzy.

He was so gone that he didn't even hear you come back.

"I'm home ~" you announce, trying to sound as cheerful as you can after a long day in college.

As you take your shoes off in the entrance, you wait for your cute boyfriend to come skipping and jump into you as he showers your face with 'welcome home' kisses; but even after taking your coat off, he isn't there.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you start searching for him around the apartment. In a general view he wasn't at the kitchen nor outside in the balcony, sometimes he liked to keep company to his little plants after all; he also wasn't sleeping on the couch, wich you find good since you don't want him to hurt his neck; opening the bathroom door, you see that it's all foggy, so it's a sign that he took a bath no long ago.

Finally knowing where he was, you walk upstairs to search for him in your bedroom, and sure as hell he was in there.

The whole room was filled with his moans and whimpers, along with the squelching sounds of his long fingers fucking in him again and again and again. It was no rare sight to see him this ruined for you, but for him to get himself in that state? That sure is new.

"Haesol?" you call out to him, making him midly snap from his trance, but it only makes him whine and cry even more as he, with his two hands, spreads his cheeks to show his hole at your mercy.

"Please noona...come fuck my needy pussy" he cries out. And that was enough reason for you to move faster than ever in your life, fetching your strap on the way to bed.

"Fuck...are those my panties?" you finally took notice of that, and how good they looked on him. A simple whimper of him answered your question, and you didn't need anything more than that. "Such a needy girl, couldn't wait for unnie to come home?"

Haesol shakes his head no. "Needed you...needed you so bad unnie" he whines.

"I can see it...fuck, you're so wet for me already" finally securing your strap-on on your hipss, you take the dildo and slap it a little bit on your boyfriend's wet hole. "Want me in?"

"Yes! Please, please, please unnie...fuck me" he begs with his sweet broken voice. And you don't need any more motivation than that.

With a simple thrust, the whole toy inserted inside him so easily, making Haesol throw his head back once again, and you smile at his reactions. You feel yourself getting wet at the simple thought of being the one that makes him feel this good.

The bedroom fills once again with your boyfriend's moans and your breathy ones.

Heasol's hands come under your shirt and pull it up enough to make your tits visible, still with your bra on. He then removes the cups upwards, freeing them. His warm hands started massaging and playing with them as he starts pouting at you.

"Kiss...kiss" he started mumbling, teary eyes looking at your lips and then your eyes once again. And how can you deny such a puppy look.

Without reducing your speed, you bend down to capture your boyfriend's lips with yours, sharing a heated kiss where his moans melted in your tongue as he traps your body with his arms and legs.

"Cum...'lease...please let me cum" he begs between cries. "I've been good...I've been so good. Please...let me cum"

"I guess you've been. Cleaning the house down, being a good student and taking care of me like the cute housewife you are, aren't you?" you chuckle as you see him nod his head yes. "Then cum for me, baby"

He lets out a last cry, his grip on you getting weaker as he comes in white ropes, dirtying his naked chest and even getting some of it in his face. You help him ride his orgasm with softer thrusts, reducing the speed to none as you pepper his face with sweet kisses as he gasps for air.

"There you go, you did so good for me baby" you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, helping him calm down.

His limbs go numb, letting you go completely as he now lies on the bed, knocked out and soft snoring. You chuckle to yourself as you get out of bed to get wet wipes and a bottle of water from the kitchen.

You clean him up and dress him in fresh clothes to sleep comfortably. Once you tuck him in, you take a shower before getting back in bed with him, cuddling him closer to you.

"Silly boy, you never tell me how much you need me until I gotta see you all needy like this" you scold him slightly, though you know he might not hear you in his unconscious state.

Smiling at his sleeping figure, you leave a kiss on his forehead as you snuggle up to him to get some rest as well. You'll get to see his flustered face in the morning when you refresh his mind with all that you've done tonight.

[seoulmatez]

୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.

the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.

the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.

you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”

“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”

“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.

“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.

“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.

you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”

the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.

“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 

it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.

you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”

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[spacebaby1]

Can you do a reader that crochets with Mikey and/or mitsuya (tr) PLEASEEE🙏🏻😮‍💨

I just think it’s the cutest thing that Mikey would either whine for her attention or mitsuya intensively watch as he’s mesmerized.. also trying to teach them but failing miserably because he’s so impatient..🥰🥰

Absolutely! Ah, this is so adorable!🤭

Mikey:

He was the one who actually sent you random pictures of crochet hats, scarves, and toys telling that they're cute and you guys should get some. To you, it was more than "buy" because you were amazed by they way it was done. After watching videos on YouTube, you decided to try crocheting. Surprisingly, it was easy. Now, it consumed your whole time because you kept finding news things to crochet, which also means you gave Mikey a bit little attention and would text him a bit later whenever he'd text you. At first, he thought it was cool because you'd make him random cute hats and scarves, but he didn't want that. He wanted you and your attention.

You were crocheting cloves when Mikey sighed, squeezing his way and laying on your lap as you sat on the bed, fully focused on your crocheting. He sighed loudly, hugging your waist; he's a big baby, just wants your attention all the damn time. "What's wrong, bubs?" You asked, not stopping your work. Mikey looked at you with a pout, "give me attention, please. You've been crocheting a bit, too much. I want my girls full attention. That's an order." He went back to hugging you with a pout. You chuckled, putting the crochet aside and gently caressed Mikey's hair, "I'm sorry baby, I thought you liked it when I'd crochet for you." He got up and was facing you now, "I do! But I also want cuddles and playing with my hair and my hugs! It's not even that hard. Why do you have to give it your full attention?". You narrowed your brows and let put a small huh in a joke, "alright, let me teach you how to do it then, then we crochet together." Mikey snuggled into you. His back rested on your chest as he held the hock and the yarn. His hands held by yours as you lead him; he only did it right when you were holding his hands leading the way, but he couldn't do it alone because he wasn't sure how to. He groaned, putting it aside and just flipping himself on you. You let out a small yelp and chuckled as your hands found their way in his soft hair as he hugged you, "cuddle me." He ordered, and you did just that. That clove can wait, you thought.

Mitsuya

Watching Mitsuya work on the new design is so soothing. You loved spending time with him and watching him sew clothes; you wanted to join him in his work but every time you try it just doesn't go well and you desperately wanted to do something that you both can share in work.

Mitsuya was working on a new summer dress design for you, and you were scrolling through pinterest when you came across a crochet top. Immediately, you walked towards Mitsuya to show him, "How do you make these? It's cute!" You said happily, showing him the picture, "that's a crochet, my love. And it is cute, would look adorable on you." You tilted your head, "crochet? How's that?" He smiled, pulling you to sit on his lap as he showed you a few videos on his phone about crochet as you watched in aww. "Ah, that's such a talented thing to do." He nodded, "Yes, but it's hard. I tried it in high school and kinda failed." You pouted, "Oh, that's sad. Anyways, thanks for showing me new things!" You kissed his cheek before hugging him. And he just chuckled holding you closer.

That night, you came across a video on crochet and ended up falling in a crochet rabbit hole. You had decided that you would learn to crochet; without telling Mitsuya, you went shopping for the essentials and went home and started to work immediately. You were overjoyed when you realised that you found it easy to crochet, so you started small by making cloves, then a hat, and then spent a week making the top that you saw on pinterest. You were excited to show off your new top to Mitsuya, and even better to inform him that you made it.

Happily, you rushed to his room once you got to his apartment. Opening the door to the room, you walked in with a huge grin on your face, hands on either side you stood there catching his attention before twirling around, "Tada! How's my top?" Mitsuya grabbed your hand, pulling you closer from when he sat, "that's a beautiful top, my love. You went shopping?" You giggled, shaking your head, "I made it myself. See." You showed Mitsuya the things that you've been crocheting. He gasped, "Really? Oh, look at my girl learning how to crochet. You're so talented, my angel." There was nothing better than getting praised by Mitsuya to you. "Would you show me how you crochet?" You nodded happily before getting on the bed and getting the things out of your bag and starting to show him how to crochet while he just sat there with a smile fully focused on your joyful smile instead of the crocheting. He loved seeing you happy like that. You got off the bed and handed it to him as he tried to copy your ways but kept failing, he ended up laughing at how he was unable to understand it's basics before handing it back to you and pulling you closer, "guess you have to make me my new cloves and hats."

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Im autistic, I have ADHD and Anxiety all are diagnosed any idea on how to help me stay calm and not worry about literally every single thing in the universe (mostly my Anxiety)

I ask myself the same question regularly 🥲

Here are some things I try when I'm in panic mode:

Write down what's on my mind so it's not swirling in my brain anymore

Draw my feelings in a comic (it can be messy and you don't have to show anyone)

Make a list of things I have to do then number them based on priority (and remove the lower priority ones if I realise they're not actually necessary)

Play with my fidget toys

Hug or squeeze my plushies

Make myself some tea or a warm drink of some kind

Watch an episode of my favourite show or a silly YouTube video

Message a friend

I would also recommend finding a therapist who specialises in neurodivergence and consider medication if those are things you're able to access, although I know it's not possible for everyone, and they're more long term solutions.

All these things might not make the anxiety go away entirely, but I hope they can bring you some comfort at least ❤️

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

MOOOOOOOORE

YOU CAN DO MAAAAAGIIIIIC

[bloodismymedium]

Ur urbanspook headcannons? brava. Spectacular give me 15 more of these

Your wish is my command anon🫀🫀🫀

🦷 Mona’s favorite holiday, predictably enough is Halloween and she loves the autumn season in general. Bill meanwhile, as a stark contrast, REALLY gets into Christmas.

🦷 Mona is touch starved and she doesn’t know it. She completely melts when Bill runs his fingers through her hair or touches her for any reason but she tries to hide these reactions since she doesn‘t want to come off as “weak”.

🦷 Nathan Cole was Bill’s partner and the more level-headed of the duo, being the one who had to reel Bill in whenever he got “overzealous” during police work. Nathan’s a legit good cop and generally nice guy while Bill was an asshole who was the epitome of police brutality.

🦷 The Gimp seen in HELL was Mark, as in “Mark The Machine” who was a blogger/YouTube personality who covered real crime and serial killers and was documenting Mona and Bill’s murders for years, which piqued Mona’s interest in him as she believed he genuinely appreciated her “art”, resulting in her stalking him for a while until finally kidnapping him and turning him into a pet, which is the full extent of her showing any actual affection towards someone. The title of Mark’s “portrait” is a reference to his background as an Internet personality and how Mona has managed to break him down to essentially just a machine, a toy for her to use as she pleases.

🦷 As mentioned before, Mona has an extreme allergy towards sunlight and photosensitivity that makes direct contact with sunlight very painful for her. As a result, Mona only goes out late at night or very early in the morning when the sun isn’t up. On cloudy days she’ll wear a “disguise” composed of a sun dress, opera gloves, stockings, a sun hat, a tattered parasol and a pair of sunglasses, allowing her to comfortably be outside during the day while also protecting herself from any potential rays that may be peaking out.

🦷 Mona is double jointed and is extremely flexible as a result. Her flexibility and ability to contort herself comes in handy in her murders as she is an expert in hiding and breaking in and out of places and she can squeeze herself into tight spaces quite easily as well. This talent of her’s comes in handy on nights when she and Bill get naughty 😏

🦷 Mona does not care for personal hygiene, she likes being a decrepit, stinky girl. However, if there is one form of self care she actually likes it’s brushing her hair because she finds it soothing and she likes her hair in general. Bill is tasked with brushing her hair and has a tendency to smell it while he does.

🦷 Mona has a bit of a hoarding problem as she is an avid collector of many things ranging from knives and human bones/skulls to dolls/stuffed animals and many of her hideouts boasts some impressive collections she has amassed over the years.

🦷 Mona also has an interest in entomology and mycology and boasts some fairly impressive knowledge on the subjects as a result. She’s got some nice bug and mushroom collections as well but she keeps them hidden because Bill keeps trying to eat them.

🦷 Bill loves coffee while Mona is more of a tea gal. Bill prefers iced coffee over hot and Mona prefers hot tea over iced. Also, Mona can take or leave coffee, Bill meanwhile HATES tea.

🦷 Bill loved breakfast foods, eggs & bacon, pancakes, waffles, donuts, you name it, he was also a fan of eggs in general and isn’t too keen on sweets most of the time. Mona is a MEAT girl, any kind of meat will do but human meat/organs is her favorite.

🦷 Mona dislikes guns because she finds them to be an incredibly boring and “impersonal” way of killing someone that doesn’t inspire her much, preferring a more “hands on” approach to murder. Bill meanwhile doesn’t just like guns, he practically worshipped them and was a typical second amendment, NRA type before meeting Mona.

🦷 Mona’s favorite genres of music are Industrial, Alternative Rock, Grunge, Horror Punk, Goth Rock and Dark Cabaret, her favorite artist is either Voltaire or Tom Waits. Bill’s favorite genres are Hard Rock, Thrash Metal, Death Metal, Nu Metal, Groove Metal and Psychedelic, his favorite artist is either Rob Zombie or Disturbed.

🦷 By far, the worst thing Mona has ever done was when she blew up a daycare on Christmas Eve, collected the charred remains of the infants, stitched them back together as macabre flesh dolls and sent them to their parents in gift boxes on Christmas day. Even Bill was kinda shocked when she did this and genuinely didn’t think she could get anymore depraved until she did it… which only made him love her even more in the end.

🦷 Mona’s choice for a final meal would be brown sugar glazed pork chops with colcannon and roasted asparagus, black pudding, a slice of spiced apple cake and a cup of earl grey. Also if given the choice, Mona would choose to be executed by firing squad. Bill’s final meal would be two pounds of fried chicken with a pound of fried shrimp, scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, a pound of strawberries and a bottle of fireball whiskey. Bill wouldn’t care how he’s executed, just as long Mona is there to see him off.

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 15. epilogue

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You woke up with a gasp, sweat coating the back of your neck. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of danger.

Must’ve been a bad dream.

You frowned as you stared at your walls. Were they always that bare?

You felt strange, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. There was something on the forefront of your mind, and you sat there, racking your brain until you remembered: you wanted to adopt a cat.

You weren’t sure why, but the thought of a cat did appeal to you. It wouldn’t be so bad to have a new friend, and you were pretty sure Minji would adore it as well.

You remember visiting a cat cafe for no particular reason, finding solace in a particular orange cat, despite its petty attitude and vigorous self-grooming.

The drive to the cat cafe felt quiet, which was unusual, because you were used to driving alone. You connected your phone so you could play music, and were surprised to see the song you wrote already on queue. 

You hummed and mumbled along, unexpectedly feeling a wave of sadness overwhelming you. Am I getting my period soon or something? You switched back to one of your other playlists.

You smiled as you entered, seeing the orange cat lazing on the cat tree, licking itself as always. You moved closer and cautiously scratched its chin.

“Hey buddy.”

Its ears perked up and it stared at you intently, blinking sluggishly before rubbing its face against your hand in recognition. You laughed softly as you spent a few more minutes with it before making your way to the reception desk.

You stared at the list of cats that were available, and you smiled as you saw a mugshot of your (soon to be) orange cat. Cherry, it read — the name of the cat.

“Cherry,” you mumbled, rolling the name on your tongue. The name rang bells in your head, a distant memory almost resurfacing, but too fast for you to catch. 

After going through all the paperwork and administrative stuff, you left the cafe with Cherry in a carrier and a bag full of pet necessities: food, treats, toys, collars, the usual.

You gently plopped down Cherry as you opened the door to the apartment, unzipping the carrier to let her familiarize herself with her new home. You set up her designated eating and sleeping area, and also took this time to assemble a mini cat tree that you bought on the way home.

“Minji’s gonna love you,” you grinned, sitting next to Cherry, who had perched herself on the couch. “We’re gonna spoil you rotten, Cherry. Us and our combined savings of eight dollars.”

And with perfect timing, you heard Minji fumbling with her keys on the other side of the door. She announced her entrance by carelessly chucking her shoes inside.

Minji stretched, seemingly unaware of both of your presences. She was engrossed in her phone, probably scrolling through Twitter. It was like her personal daily newspaper.

You cleared your throat.

Her head whipped towards you, and as she noticed the new face, she dramatically gasped. She could barely contain her buzzing excitement as she speedily beelined towards the couch to cradle Cherry.

“Oh my god,” Minji cried, peppering kisses on her head. “My angel. My baby. My dearest.”

“Put her down,” you groaned, watching Cherry try to wrestle out of Minji’s grip. Minji set her down on the couch, and the both of you watched her curl up into a ball. The two of you sat on both sides of the couch, Cherry peacefully sitting in the middle.

“What’s its name?”

“Cherry,” you smiled. “Our little girl.”

“Bro,” Minji tried not to squeal. “She’s so cute. I want to squeeze her so bad.”

“She’s got my cuteness and your weirdness.”

“What the fuck? I literally just brought you back a breakfast burrito.”

“You did? I take back what I said then.”

“Fuck you.”

You sighed in contentment as you grabbed the breakfast burrito off the counter and sat back on the couch, Minji turning on some random YouTube video. 

You were glad that you went out of your comfort zone this semester break, going on impulsive adventures that you would’ve never thought to go on.

But there was this itch at the back of your mind, something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Something felt missing. But you tried to brush it off, hoping it would go away soon.

You felt happy, and that’s what mattered. And now that you had Cherry, you were sure that life would get better.

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[sevens-binarycode]

Jumin x Reader Smut

So I was scrolling through YouTube today and found a Jumin Han perverted call (as you do) and I just wanted to write some smut that follows it.

The call basically talks about Sleeping Beauty, but Jumin……. Phew gotta prepare for this.

Jumin Han, said something along the lines of “I want to see how much you can take without opening your eyes.” And y’all… My writerussy quivered.

So, here is some smut playing on that phone call.

Jumin x Reader (fem)

Smut: Oral (fem receiving) looooooottttsssssss of teasing, fingering (fem receiving) 1.2k words

As always, no proof reading so sorry for any mistakes!!

His hand massaged your tits and his mouth worked bruises on your neck. The faint suckle of his tongue mixed with your fast breathing echoed in the room. You tried to think of other things, the ABC’s, the soft cushion of your shared bed, the smell of his shampoo, the heat between your legs. It was impossible, there was no way of not thinking about this situation. You felt almost embarrassed, talking all this nonsense, acting tough, but crumbling into an almost whimpering mess after he barely even touched you. The only thing on your mind was him. His touch, his breath, his sounds, his rules. To break Jumin Han’s rules is to break a signed contract. It comes with serious repercussions.

Noticing your legs pulling together slightly, he hummed into your neck. God. You clenched around nothing, feeling your panties already damp. He inhaled your scent before moving his hands down to your sides, squeezing your plush before raising your shirt slightly, gently pushing his hands under the fabric and his mouth lowered to mouth your breast over your clothing. He rubbed your sides for a little bit with his thumbs before lifting your slightly to undo your bra. You followed his motions, using your legs to slightly push yourself upwards, knees slightly grazing his groin by accident. His breath slightly hitched at the touch, not noticeable to most but you always picked up on his subtle cues. He slid your bra off skillfully, having done this exact motion on your many times before. Your shirt follows suit, leaving only your lower half clothed. At this point, you almost opened your eyes countless times, temporarily forgetting the rule for this play session; Keep your pretty eyes shut.

Jumin didn’t like those who disobeyed, he is very much a ‘rules are meant to be followed’ man. Very occasionally would he indulge in a brats tantrum, feeling it was a waste of time to work even in the bedroom. In order to make sure you would stay his obedient little toy, he set strict rules for every play. Rules that were broken would be paired with a punishment he would see fit. Once, you accidentally let a drop of his cum seep out, the punishment was having your hands and feet bound while he spanked you, counting all the way up to 20, cherry red cheeks on both ends and face streaming with tears. Of course, he would never go out of your comfort zone, a safe word was established at the very beginning of your sexual relationship but you have never felt the need to use it. Was it because you didn’t want to disappoint him?

Your eyelids started to hurt from how firmly you had shut them, feeling your eyelashes on your cheeks because of how tightly they were closed. You felt them move at each twitch and tug of your lids. Jumin had slowly made his way to your waistband, hands hoisting your knees on his shoulders. He flipped your skirt up slightly before blowing on your panties. The cool air of his mouth paired with your now very wet undergarments caused your legs to tense around his shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and lifted slightly before allowing it to snap back on your skin, a slight jolt following quickly behind. You wiggled from impatience, he had not given a command to stay still, just to keep your eyes closed. He chuckled slightly before moving a hand to hold up your thigh, thumb running along your slit. He stopped just above your clit making you hold your breath. He resumed his movements, slow and lazy circles over your clits electing a quiet whimper from your mouth. The warmth of his hand on your thigh was comforting, it paired amazingly with the sensation on your clit, now becoming more intense as his motions sped up slightly. He could feel your hole clenching and relaxing, your pussy fluttering at his motions and the thought of his eyes looking at your most vulnerable parts. You could almost feel the laser sensation of his gaze on your cunt. Suddenly, his movements stopped. You stayed still in fear of what would happen if you complained too much. Would he not let you cum at all?

Then, you felt his thumb hook on your panties and move them aside, exposing your soft, slick folds. Trying to control your breathing, you felt his other hand move towards your pussy, soon two fingers slipping in your hole, welcomed in a warm, tight embrace. You let out a moan as he fully inserted his index and middle finger inside you, curling slightly at your gummy spot. Your head shot forward, eyes still squeezed shut as tightly as possible as he pumped his fingers inside you, a slow and steady pace that was almost agonizing. You wanted him to speed up, even just a little, wanting a more constant stimulation on your sweet part. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and nose, your slightly parted lips, your furrowed brows. He was waiting for you to slip up, though he always cheered you on, wanting you to be his good girl, he knew the things that would make you crumble in an instant. He would sometimes let you win, but was today one of those days?

He slightly sped up his fingers, your head dropping back and letting out another, slightly louder moan followed by heavy breaths. You orgasm slowly approaching as he continued his pace in and out of you. He decided, this time he would let you win while still breaking you. He would purposely not look at your face as you came undone.

His fingers pumped in and out as your pussy started to clamp down on him, your high approaching closer and closer until you felt a warm, wet sensation on your clit. Your eyes shot open as a premature orgasm shot through you. His tongue rubbing your clit up and down, slightly humming at the taste of you on his tongue. His fingers curling perfectly timed with his thrust, his thrusts now perfectly timed with the fluttering of your pussy. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and closed your mouth, a scream muffled by you biting on your lips and you shut your eyes tightly again, riding out your high, bucking into his mouth slightly.

He stopped when you started to pull away from his mouth, pulling himself off you and sitting on his knees staring down at your panties, still slightly pulled to the side, your skirt, still slightly flipped upwards, and your chest, heaving from your orgasm. Your forearm now covered your eyes, head slightly faced to the side, completely worn out. He grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his fingers and face clean. You heard the movement but didn’t even move your arm to look, still coming down from your high. You felt a hand on your head, petting your hair as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You’re my obedient toy aren’t you, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to ruin this moment so you didn’t respond. What was one broken rule going to do anyways?

[sagstelliums]

(Top to bottom) ur spouse’s darkest 18+ fantasies

Pile 1

I see that they would be in to taking celibacy breaks for a while, they would like having a heated argument then passionate sex later. They would want to have period sex or get you pregnant on ur period, they would love to breed you. They love any positions where they can see your face but they would want to try reverse cowgirl. Signs- Scorpio, Gemini, Taurus. Initials- S, U, N, Z

Pile 2

I see they would be into a little anal stimulation or giving you some, they would be into toys or a vibrating toy specifically. They would masturbate to you alot or whenever they masturbate it would only be to you, they would be into trying new things all the time because they may get bored easily. Signs- Pisces, cancer, Aries, Virgo. Initials- S, K, E, L, D

Pile 3

I see they would want to try cuckold, threesomes, or swinging. They really would like to see you with someone else but still be loyal to them, they would be into seeing someone else bend you over or they really like soggy style with you. They’ll really like your butt, they’ll also like seeing you be really dominant or even a little mean. Signs- Aries/libra, initials T, Z, X

Pile 4

I see that they’ll like when you play hard to get, they’ll love breeding you or dominating you. They’ll like surprising you sexually and they’ll love going rounds, they’ll want to see your body or touch it every time you’re naked. They’ll like smelling your clothes or underwear maybe both, they’ll like when you squeeze your 😻 muscles during sex. They would like to see you kiss another person of your gender or they would want to see them give you oral, they would want to have sex with you all time or until they tire you out completely. They would want to smell or suck your toes and they may want you to step on them.

Signs- Virgo, Sagittarius, Gemini. Initials V, O, I, N, Z

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[demigodsanswer]

Hiiiii (dancer au fic if you want :D?)

Here's a little snipit of Variations Chapter Two, which continues to balloon out of control. Not sure if it will ever be finished

Annabeth had to stop wishing for things. She finally got her wish of sharing a bed with Percy, and she was too weepy and snotty to do anything about it. 

“Cute bear,” Percy said, pointing to the light brown teddy bear on her dresser. It was dressed in a pink tutu and wore a tiny bear-sized crown. 

“Thanks,” Annabeth said. She squeezed the toy’s foot and it played the Marzipan music. “Her name is Marzie.” 

When she was twenty, Chiron had decided to rerecord and rerelease the New York City Ballet’s Nutcracker for PBS broadcast. The year before, when she was only nineteen, so many girls had been injured that she ended up doing about fifteen Marzipan lead performances, and another ten in the Marzipan corps. She worked every show from December 23 through December 27th, all Marzi. By New Years, she was pan fluted out.   

The next year, when it came time to cast the broadcast, Chiron rewarded her dedication and cast her as Marzipan lead. She was the youngest and lowest-ranked featured artist in the broadcast, but no one could deny she’d worked for it. Now, when you looked up her name on YouTube, her Marzipan was still the first thing you saw. 

(Annabeth had recently rewatched the full recording and did spot a nineteen-year-old Percy as one of the party scene dads.)

Her relationship with Balanchine’s Marzipan was almost as complicated as her relationship to her father. But at least Marzipan came around every Christmas. Fred Chase did not. 

“All the lead girls got them after the PBS recording. Custom ones for each of us,” Annabeth added. 

“What did the guys get?” Percy asked. 

Annabeth shrugged. “Probably something more practical than a teddy bear,” she joked. As if she hadn’t slept with Marzie in her arms every night in Virginia. Really, Marzie only sat on Annabeth’s dresser now because Annabeth moved her off the bed when Percy agreed to come over. 

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t say no to a Candy Cane teddy bear,” Percy said with a grin. Annabeth squirreled the idea away in her brain for a potential Christmas gift idea. 

Normal and rational thing to do. 

[lunalillyhbhb]

Roommates

Chapter 1

The room I've rented out for the next 3 months is in a nice 3 bedroom house, with a shared bathroom and basic kitchen amenities. It's a 15 minute drive from the hospital I'll be interning at, and has all the basic stores around me in walking distance. My room is a single bedroom, window facing the busy streets. The other 2 rooms are occupied by a couple (mid 20s) in the master bedroom, and a man in his late 20s. All of us know of each other, but rarely ever interact, with our schedules never lining up. Which is perfect for me. Most of the time when I'm home, the house is empty and I'm free to do whatever I want.

Being in my mid 20s myself, my body is for most part full of vigor and energy, but mentally waay too tired. With rotations going on, I'm pushed to my limits almost every day, trying my best to impress the residents and other doctors around me.

It's the middle of the week, and my night shift finally gets over at 6 am. It's been a rough day so far, and I decide that I really need some time to myself, to let of steam in a healthy way. Already looking forward to playing with my toys, I rush back, ideas running through my head. Running up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat pick up pace, and my arousal grows. I jangle the keys in the lock in a hurry and quickly step in, fully expecting the house to be empty, as it usually is in the mornings. A quick peruse through the rooms confirms my suspicions, and the locked doors tells me no one is home, perfect.

I rush into my room, half heartedly closing the door behind me and messily removing my shirt and pants, stripping down to bra and underwear. My heart starts thundering in my chest and the familiar ache spreads throughout my body, from my chest slowly making its way down to my clit. I grab my steth and phone, select my favourite heartbeat video I can find on youtube, and start stething myself.

With one ear in the steth and the other ear listening to the video, a cacophony of strong thuds fills my brain, echoing inside all corners of my body. I feel my underwear dampen, and know that I'm close. Very close. A soft moan escapes my mouth and I slide my fingers between my throbbing clit, fully wet and needy for more stimulation.

As I start rubbing faster, I suddenly hear the door next to me click.

Shit.

Someone's home.

What do I do? My eyes quickly dart to my door and to my horror, it's slightly ajar. Anyone in the hall could catch a glimpse of me in this extremely vulnerable position.

My mind goes into panic and my already fast heart starts beating much, much more strongly. I feel her squeezing each muscle with her all, and my chest vibrates with every hammering beat and sweat dots my chest.

Somehow.....I am even more turned on. The fear of this situation has kicked my heart into overdrive, and I feel my fingers working faster, weaving its way into all my sweet spots.

Outside my door, I hear feet shuffling and catch a glimpse of my male roommate.

Am I heard? Am I quiet enough? Is my heart pounding so loudly that he can hear it? Did her hear my moans?

The feeling of the possibility of being heard further pushes my heart to her limits, and I try my best to not let my moans escape me. My body shakes and quivers more, unable to resist the waves of pleasure overcoming me. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my pussy is soaking wet and at my highest, i cup my mouth unable to curb the soft moan that escapes.

finally, a few seconds after, post nut clarity hits. Fuck what was I thinking? He definitely heard me. Or did he? I stay absolutely still on my bed and try to hear out for any noises. A few seconds pass, I hear a soft sigh and feet shuffling back to the door. With a soft click I confirm that he's back in his room and his door is closed.

Immediately jumping into action, I shut my door close, stethoscope still pressed firmly into my heart and phone video long since over. I hear as my heart beats faint but so quickly, I can't believe I almost exposed myself to a complete stranger! That too my roommate? Who knows what he would've done if he felt uncomfortable, he might've complained to the landlord and had me kicked out!

Next time I ever decide to play with myself, I better make sure no one is around, no matter how tired I am.

[miserableclearglass]

Lil' plot twist of the YouTuber...

— Pornstar!Velikan x YouTuber!Ftm!Reader

⚠: mention of breast, cockwarming, reader is trans, no protection, no top/bottom surgery, stomach bulge, no after care?, dead dove do not eat.

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You was filming another video for your channel, you we're a horror game YouTuber so of course you film in middle of night...

You had just finished edit and upload your video to YouTube. You stand up from you gaming chair to stretch your body after a long game when suddenly a strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Velikan..? What are you doing?" You ask with your sore throat. "You already done with your video, right? Now you have to help me with mine..." Velikan respond, his respond make you squirm in his arm.

Velikan than started to carry you into his office room and lay you down on the fluffy bed, is so comfortable that you can sleep easily without any distribution.

Velikan pull down your pants and underwear with ease, leaving you only with your shirt. He lift your lift your shirt to your chest just to remove your chest binder (or maybe not) just enough to reveal your breast as you let out a soft whine at the feeling of his hands groping your breast like some stress ball, he then pull his pants down just enough to take his cock out. You look around the room while Velikan was fixing his camera into his pov so his viewers could get better look on how good he fuck your tight cunt.

You let out a surprise moan when you feel him entering you until you got blindfolded by a black cloth, you feel sad because you can't see him but the feeling of adrenaline pulsing to your blood just excited you more. Velikan doesn't like sharing your body with other people but he does like showing off on how your pathetic pretty little cunt squeeze around his cock.

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Velikan started to thrust on you harshly, making you moan out and hold onto his arm while his heavy, thick, being cock thrust into you like you are a toy for him. You can feel him on your gut and Velikan being him started to pushing the bulge on your lower stomach just for you to let out that pathetic sound again.

Velikan let out a low groan at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock, making him thrust into you even harder than before. It make you sob at the feeling of blindness and pain(a good one)

A tear fell from your eyes and with a final thrust his load fill you up almost immediately. Velikan went to reach for his camera to stop the recording while he pick you up as he sit down on his office chair, he is still inside of you but didn't move. Just stay there, letting his cock feel warm while he edit the video.

"You did good, love. The viewer must like my new little stars..." Velikan said while you had already fell asleep on him after the intense sex between you two.

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RAHHH, sorry if this is too short and incorrect grammar. English is not my first or second language!

{𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 @/masked-men-fantasy 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 ℎ𝑐.)

[starscatteredsky]

Hello! Could you do grounding tips for fnaf-sourced alters?

grounding tips for FNAF sourced alters!

pt: grounding tips for FNAF sourced alters! end pt

watch, read, or play content from your source

get a plush connected to your source to squeeze or snuggle when you need grounding!

make a playlist of music connected to your source that helps you feel calm and safe

Find some comfort VODs of your source and create a Youtube playlist of them.

Have some comfort food when you can that reminds you of fond things. Be that pizzeria type food or something else.

get some comforting stimtoys/fidget toys. try to find ones that remind you of yourself or of your source! things like bright colours, clicky gears, or whatever helps you feel calm!

get some soft lighting for your livingspace (maybe things like FNAF themed lamps or other lighting that reminds you of source)

get something like a FNAF colouring book to do when you need some calm grounding time

hope these help! id love to do more like this in the future!

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[ID in alt!]

[slithergaunt]

Gimme your hands

I’ve made this tweet, or some version of it, at least half a dozen times during conversation with others. If you aren’t familiar with the actual scene itself in a while, or haven’t seen Jaws (ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME? GO WATCH JAWS) you can find it on youtube as I did as the “gimme your hands” scene.

For those without time, Quint (played masterfully by Robert Shaw) is FINALLY being hired to go out and kill the shark that the mayor and town have been reluctant to actually acknowledge until now. However Hooper (played also wonderfully by Richard Dreyfuss) is a marine biologist or something and wants to come along too, and bring his fancy equipment.

Quint demands to feel Hooper’s hands, and the audience already knows Hooper not going to enjoy this. While squeezing squeezing the fuck out of Hooper’s hands to wound his masculinity, Quint claims Hooper’s fancy 2,000 nets and gadgets will be worth nothing against the shark they face. Then claiming his wealthy idle upbringing make him too weak to participate, leading to “You’ve got ‘city hands’ Mr. Hooper. Been countin’ money all your life..”

This is like mid-argument in the conversation, but the moment tells you EXACTLY the type of person Quint believes he is. Working man, man’s man, had to sweat and bleed in the mud for every dollar he’s made in his life. And Hooper is the soft little wimpy man from the city, the city man, bestowed with wealth, never done “an honest day’s work” in his life, weak and idle with all his fancy toys.

In the past century, we artists have been softer people. We’ve always been considered, and often felt, weaker in our trade. Not a “real job” kind of thing. Layabouts who don’t go out and actually “work”. For over the past century, we’ve been Hooper in this scene getting our hands crushed. I know I have.

But then, these techbros came along, with their AI generated art. I almost refuse to call it AI art, because that’s not what it is. It’s Mass Non-Consensual Online Image Combination Generated Media. MNCOICGM, rolls right off the tongue doesn’t it. But let’s humor them. Here they come with their new toys, their new gadgets, that allow them to do art purely by typing on a keyboard.

I’m not even gonna post examples of what they spurt out. The equivalent of using the Doordash app to order from 20 different restaurants, having a robotic arm put the contents into a blender for you, baking it, and declaring yourself a chef. And I know what you’re thinking, techbro “there’s SO MUCH MORE to the process than that!” and you’re correct! That IS a gross over-simplification of how much work is done FOR YOU while all you did was type.... a prompt

So now suddenly artists all over the world, even kindergartners with crayons have put in more work and effort than them. Suddenly we’re the one’s who’ve been putting in the hours, busting our backs, sweating in the mines, and have knowledge and skill sets (they could totally go learn too if you wanted btw) that make us seem like the grizzled workers who had to learn everything the hard way, over years of toil.

And someone has replaced us as Hooper. The rich boy with all his fancy toys and gadgets his dad bought him, who’s never worked a day in his life, and just sits around thinking he can use his new gadget to make things that look just as good as ours (by secretly feeding millions of our images into his gadget).

We never ever IMAGINED the day would come, but the artists of the world, of all mediums, finally have someone to say “Gimme your hands” to, and pettily emasculate by crushing their hands.

My main decree has always been: AI artists, it doesn’t matter how good the programs get, it doesn’t matter what results it produces, no matter how real or how “cool” you’re able to make it look. You typed a prompt, your machine used our shit to do it. I can now FINALLY embody the spirit of my coal-mining forefathers, and call you a pansy who’s never worked a day in his life, and I’ll keep doing it forever.