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kaurwreck · 2 months ago
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redcoralpot · 1 year ago
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Eleganti - Poly!Stuilly x FTM!Reader
If you saw this before it was reposted, no you didn't.
Warnings: Implied internalized homophobia.
Summary: The heat has managed to affect all of you, and the only solution? A date at Stu's house with a dash of nail polish. You're sure they were both thrilled.
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The summer heat truly had gotten to the three of you, with not even a cool breeze to give you relief. Rich boy Stu Macher’s parents were away for the weekend, again, which left his house the ideal place to take shelter in. If you had to be honest, you did not mind the temperature– kind of. The bottles of nail polish in your bag clinked together as you walked up the stairs; you knew Billy would be able to sit still long enough for it to dry. Stu, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure of. Not without heat and plenty of air flow.
Speaking of the devil, Billy glanced up from his book as you creaked the door open, leisurely spread on Stu’s bed. He raised an eyebrow at your appearance, before going back to reading, shifting a little to the side so you had more room to sit down. A smug grin slowly spread over your lips as you set your backpack down on the bed and unzipped it, making a show of the little, colorful bottles you displayed inside. You scooched beside it, and after setting down a towel in front of you, cracked open the first container.
Seeming to catch the smell, Billy spoke up, “Nail polish?”
“Yeah, want some?” He watched as you meticulously picked the colors you wanted, his mouth pursing.
“Not right now.”
You shrugged, applying a lavender base to your fingernails, “Suit yourself!”
Your hand flinched as the door was shoved open, smearing the liquid down your skin, only to be greeted by the eccentric figure of Stu. Upon seeing the predicament he caused, he bounced his shoulders and held up his hands beside his head, with an exaggerated frown. 
“Uh… whoops!”
He sauntered over, pressing his face into your shoulder. In response, you slapped the towel onto his face after wiping the spilled polish on the material. Stu grumbled something; it was ineligible. 
It eventually slid off on its own, with a little help from the teen shaking his head, “Suffocate me, why don’t you?”
Chuckling, you said, “You were the one who made me mess up, tough guy.”
“I totally meant for that to happen.” He slipped his arm over you, hanging like a sloth.
“If you meant it, then you have to be my test subject!”
Stu made a noise, contemplating. You wouldn’t force him to wear it, of course, but it was funny threatening something so harmless anyway. After just a few seconds, you felt the weight on your back release; Stu had moved in favor of shoving your bag into Billy to make space for himself. Then, the noodle of a guy flopped across from you, sitting criss-crossed with the most shit eating grin you have ever seen. Billy scowled at the rough treatment, but the expression was covered by the other’s knee.
He leaned forward, “Gimme orange.”
“Good choice!”
To prevent smearing, you blew on your covered nails as best you could, before bright orange coated the tiny brush in your hand. Stu seemed giddy as you took his hand, peering down, applying the cool liquid with precision. It was such a contrast to what his hand felt like; rough and as warm as a furnace. In the corner of your eye, you could see Billy’s eyes watching over Stu’s jeans, his book long forgotten. Finally, you finished, and allowed the fidgety boy to hold up his palms. His eyes were wide as he admired your handiwork, flexing his fingers with pride.
Stu tapped the top of Billy’s head with his elbow, “Hey, dude, want some of this?”
“Hm.”
“C’mon—”
“Black.”
You snickered, “I knew you’d crack.”
Billy rolled his eyes and leaned on Stu, holding out a hand. He shivered when you made a slight mistake, and gave you an unimpressed look as you fixed it with the edge of your towel. You could only complete one hand before he stopped you.
“Look who’s gonna be Cruella this Halloween!” Stu sneered, poking the other’s nose.
“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You shut the bottle, carefully sealing them all back in your bag, “Fuddy duddy William could be making a new trend.”
“Never call me that again. Is this enough for you two?”
Stu cocked his head, “Lemme think… nope.”
You stretched your body out, setting your belongings on the ground. Opening Stu’s own closet, you ran your fingers over the variety of shirts and robes the guy had. In the very back, there was a band shirt, obviously too small for Stu; he grew out of it by the time he was sixteen. You held it out, studying it, before shrugging and taking it off the hanger. Your shirt flew over your head and smacked Stu in the face, but the air soothed the sweat that was gathering under your double sport bras, at least for a moment. Then, the newer shirt covered everything back up, and the dark material banned anyone from clocking the extra layers underneath.
“Why don’t we go out for ice cream?” you suggested.
Stu pumped his fist, even though your shirt was still clinging to his body. Billy shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips when Stu ran out the door, presumably to get his car keys. You, on the other hand, hesitated when you saw a shadow underneath the shirt, where your chest lay. The only other boy left in the room must have caught on, because you felt a passing hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.
“You look fine, it’s normal.”
He met your gaze. However, someone was getting impatient, as a muffled shout rang through the closed window, “Coming? I’m totally getting pistachio this time, and you gotta be here to see me try it!”
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hitomisuzuya · 11 months ago
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hiihihihiihiihiiiiiii suzzuuuu could you
could you do like
rough scara x reader after a christmas dinner where reader had said something about him and so he decides to fuck reader really roughly when they get back to their apartment:3
COULD UOU ALSO INCLUDE HIM SLAPPING READERS CUNT AND SPANKING THEM
GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR RECOVERY AND HOPEFULLY YOUR MOOD GETS BETTER!!!!
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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Spanking. Cunt/clit smacking. Rough sex. Degradation.
I take a breather to eat something and come back to this 😳😳😌
Everyone always saw how you doted on Scaramouche. So someone decided to politely call you out on it, "Does Scaramouche always get his way?" To which you simply replied with a smile, "No, Scaramouche doesn't always get his way."
Oh he didn't? You had another thing coming when you got back home to your shared apartment.
You yelped feeling the sting of Scaramouche's hand across your ass. Your ass was up in the air, your face buried into the pillows as you moaned in bliss. Every smack to your ass made your cunt clench and your clit throb.
"What was it that you said? That I don't always get my way?" Scaramouche hissed, rubbing the inflamed skin before bringing his hand down hard again. You yelped, your fingernails clawing into the pillows. "I am easily getting my way. Or do you just like being spanked?"
You let lout a loud moan, your ass stinging more as Scaramouche smacked it again. He flipped you over onto your back so fast it stunned you. Batting your legs apart, he gave your cunt a wet smack.
Your hips jerked off bed, tears stinging your eyes as a strong jolt of pleasure went straight to your swollen clit. The moan you let out, watching your seize up was intoxicating. The rougher he was with you, the better it felt.
He smacked two fingers once, twice on your clit, leaning down to lick away the tears that fell from your eyes. You looked at him with such defiance that it made his cock throb harder. "Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you again. You were moaning like such a pathetic slut," He flicked your clit, kenning a loud cry from your throat.
Spreading your legs further apart, he rubbed precum onto your clit leaking from the head of his cock. He smacked your cunt again as you grinded up needily to seek friction from his cock, giving you a glare to remind you of your place.
Scaramouche hissed in pleasure, his cock throbbing as it sheathed it inside of you. He bottomed out with a harsh snap of his hips. "I always get my way," He groaned huskily, pulling out to stuff his cock back inside your cunt, stretching you out all at once.
His hips smacked into yours, barely giving you time to adjust to his length as he slammed his cock deep into your sweet spot. You put your arms around him, your nails clawing at his skin as you writhed and moaned under him.
"Cry for me, slut," Scaramouche taunted, watching his cock glide in and out of you. Your walls were clamping tighter with each thrust, practically seeing stars he was fucking himself so deep into you.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You whimpered behind shameless moans. You couldn't regret what you said, not when the result was him fucking so harshly. "I always let you have your way!"
"That's right, whore," Scaramouche moaned, his thrusts turning sloppy. He held your hips tight, holding you still, kissing his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly. He gave your clit one last smack, making you cum hard, screaming from the intensity of your orgasm.
He leaned down to capture your lips in a dominant kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to muffle his loud moan, his cock throbbing cum inside of you. He pulled out so he could watch the last ribbon of cum spill onto your cunt. "Always know your place."
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adverbally · 2 months ago
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Just Like a Prayer (I’ll Take You There)
Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “pillow princess” | wc: 751 | rated: E | cw: sexual content | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, pillow princess eddie, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, a touch of BDSM dynamics, c’mon you can’t tell me the prompt is pillow princess and not expect me to make it sapphic | title from “Like a Prayer” by Madonna
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It’s not that Eddie is purposely not reciprocating when Stevie goes down on her. She loves Stevie, and she would be thrilled to make her feel even a fraction as good as she makes Eddie feel. It’s just that, when Stevie wants to spread her out on the sheets and dig in like Eddie is her last meal, why would she protest?
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasps on a shuddering breath, lacing her fingers in Stevie’s beautiful hair for leverage as she grinds her hips up into her mouth.
Stevie’s answering moan feels like it vibrates through Eddie’s whole lower half. It almost surprises her when she feels the sting of Stevie’s fingernails digging into her thighs, holding her securely in place as Stevie’s tongue delves inside her as far as it can go.
The sound that comes out of her isn’t a shriek, exactly, but it’s loud and high-pitched enough that Eddie could understand the confusion if she were capable of forming any thoughts whatsoever right now. Her brain has been wrung out like a wet cloth until all she can think about is Stevie.
The weight of her on the bed between Eddie’s legs, the security of her arms across Eddie’s hips, the heat licking up Eddie’s spine with every swipe of her tongue. And, God, when Eddie cranes her neck to see Stevie looking blissed out on her taste, eyes rolling back in her head as she dives in for more–
“Stevie, oh my god,” Eddie breathes. “So fucking good.”
Stevie’s gaze flicks upward to make eye contact with Eddie as she swirls her tongue around Eddie’s clit just the way she likes.
Stevie knows how much that affects Eddie— seeing Stevie’s molten gaze peeking out from beneath the longest natural eyelashes she’s ever seen, focusing on her with dilated pupils like she’s getting high on eating Eddie out. Stevie knows, and she’s playing a dirty trick to catch Eddie off guard and send her careening into her orgasm.
Or so Eddie thinks, until her thighs tense and her cunt starts to clench around nothing, and Stevie pulls away.
Eddie teeters there on the precipice, half-convinced she’s past the point of no return and going to come anyway. The moment stretches like Stevie is one of the glassblowers they saw at the renaissance fair last summer, and Eddie is molten glass, red hot and liquid, cooling slowly but surely in the hands of a master.
She doesn’t come.
It stuns her speechless. She can’t even breathe, like the shock has knocked the air out of her. All Eddie can do is lie there and watch as Stevie sits up on her knees and wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist.
Her stunned expression must speak volumes, because Stevie blinks at her faux-innocently and asks, “Was there something you wanted?”
Eddie’s mouth opens and closes uselessly before she indignantly settles on, “I was about to come!”
“I guess you were, huh?” Stevie says wonderingly, like it hadn’t occurred to her. “Sorry, sweetie.” She reaches out to lightly trace her nails across the sensitive skin of Eddie’s inner thighs, making her legs twitch.
She whines dramatically, throwing an arm over her face. “Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, loving girlfriend who never, ever tortures me?”
Stevie laughs. “Ever heard of delayed gratification?”
“I think that kills people.” She scowls and flings her arm to the side in protest.
“I think…” Stevie sing-songs, leaning over Eddie’s body until they’re face to face, “that if you’re a good girl and wait for me to let you come, I can make it worth your while.” Her hand drifts to Eddie’s jaw, thumb teasing over her bottom lip in a promise for more.
Eddie swallows hard but doesn’t look away from Stevie. She’s so gorgeous when she takes control that it’s almost hypnotic. Even when Stevie shifts forward so her thigh is snug against Eddie’s spit-slick pussy, Eddie keeps her eyes on Stevie’s face. She gets a devious smile as her reward.
“You don’t even have to do anything. I know you can handle that. Right, princess?”
Wordlessly, Eddie nods her agreement and tries to ignore the electric spark of shame that shoots down her spine, straight to her cunt.
Stevie pushes herself back down the bed to settle between Eddie’s legs, and Eddie fists her hands in the sheets as she steels herself for the next touch of Stevie’s tongue.
It’s going to be a long night.
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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year ago
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Don’t be a sissy, Sanji!
Sanji x Female Reader.
Goodness I hope this doesn’t bother you. I decided to write Sanji having a whole female outfit to just…add the whole pizzazz to the sissyfication.
The person who requested me asked me to keep their identity hidden which is fine, they’re of age to request this. I had fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!
Dividers -> cafekitsune. Ima just make a tag to credit them, they make some good ass dividers.
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Contains: Not technically dark but be wary of the contents. not much context. Porn w/out plot. Sorta forced sissyfication and/or feminization towards Sanji. Sanji in a cute cardigan outfit w a skirt. Sanji wearing makeup and nail polish. Sanji wearing a matching bra and panties. (Yes I’m throwing in the whole package, I’m going out w this one.) Sanji’s a switch in this one thought to give it a huge contrast w his situation. He acts a bit subby but you could say he’s a switch. Sanji occasionally being called a woman or girl. Sanji begging- Play with anal beads. Sanji getting his cock sucked~ Lotus to Missionary. Cowgirl. Sir back n’ relax, this is a long fic.
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“Come on Sanji, I wanna see~”
“I look ridiculous…why do I have to wear this again sweetie?”
“Well- because you said you’d do anything for me and try anything with me inside the bedroom.”
“But I didn’t think you would ask me to dress like this! There’s no way anyone else can see me like this.”
“No one’s going to see you like this sweetie pie, no one but me~”
Sanji peeks out the door and peers down at you, his pink eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara immediately a difference standing out than his original look. His brows were furrowed as he gave you a nervous look with his crystal blue eyes, he absolutely hated this entire idea overall. You out of all people knew that he wasn’t a man for dress-up, especially since he was married to you, a woman. It definitely threw him in for a loop when you asked him politely to dress up like a doll for him.
What stunned him more are the clothes and undergarments you bought for him for the occasion. If you had bought something for him it was obvious that you had planned this beforehand, way before you started talking to him about it. Your eyes flutter as you looked at his upper face and a sweet smile appears across your face. “Let me see my adorable little man~ Or should I say…my pretty little lady~” Your words make Sanji’s eyes widen and he pulls back in before shutting the door, leaving back outside the bathroom.
“Oh! Don’t say that please sweetie! You’re making me feel worse than I already do!” Sanji whimpers behind the door, making you sigh out lovingly. “Come on Sanji baby, I promise you won’t have to do this anymore, but you have to try it.” You tell him, knocking softly on the bathroom door. You hear Sanji sighing heavily before he slowly steps out of the bathroom, revealing himself to you. You smile sweetly as you scanned his body.
The pretty makeup caked up on his face.
The cute collared shirt, cardigan & skirt combo.
The fuzzy thigh-highs hugging his thighs.
The shimmery pink nail polish glimmering on his fingernails.
He looked so beautiful. Pretty enough to eat up.
“You’re so beautiful Sanji~ Oh my goodness you’re so beautiful~” You compliment him, moving in closer to him and giving him a hug. Sanji shuddered against you and your bury your face deep against his chest, catching the whiff of a sweet scent of perfume. God he’d made sure to do everything right for you, you couldn’t have been more impressed with him and his little attempt at dress up. Sanji lets out a little whimper and you look back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you.
“I-I’m beautiful huh…?” He asked, a little chuckle leaving him as he felt his heart pounding from his chest. You nodded and grab his soft manicured hands before guiding him over to your shared and well-made bed. You had made sure to accommodate to Sanji before and after your little agreement, anything that he wanted you’d provide him before the event and after the event.
Sanji looked over at your nightstand and saw anal beads along with a bottle of lube, which made him shudder and tremble at the thought. “U-Um…Sweetie? Are you going to use those on me?” He asked you, quirking a brow to you while looking at you nervously. You nodded to him and pull him onto the the bed. “Yes I am~ I promise this is the only time I’ll do it Sanji. And who knows, you might enjoy it~” You whisper to him. “I cannot think of any reason to like dressing up as a woman.” Sanji interjects firmly, looking at the sleeves hanging from his wrists.
“Not that, I mean the toys silly.” You giggle to him. “Why would I like something being shoved up my ass!? I’m supposed to be doing the fucking not the one getting fucked baby…” He sighs out, pressing a hand to his head. You press your lips against his glossy ones, the sweet taste of strawberries landing onto your lips as you did. “Just relax Sanji. Relax and let me do the work okay? You don’t have to do anything if it makes you feel this uneasy~” You giggle to him, pressing him down against the fluffy bedding.
Sanji lies back against the fluffy pillows and sighs out before looking up at you, fluttering his pretty lashes as he watches you climb on top of him. You straddle Sanji and lean down to him, pressing your lips against his before full on making out with him. He hums out in pleasure as he kisses you passionately, seemingly needy for your touch and your lips. His polished fingers gripping your pretty pink bra straps and pulling you deeper into his glossy strawberry-coated lips.
“Mmm!~ M-Mmgh~” Sanji huffs out against your lips before he pulls back, a string of saliva appearing on both of your beautiful lips. You cup Sanji’s face and pull him in closer to you, keeping his lips smushed up against yours. You felt him squirm beneath you, bending his legs and allow air to flow up through his skirt and his panties. He shivered as he felt his tip poking out of his panties, rubbing up against the fabric of his skirt.
“A-Ah~ Mmgh~ I-It feels so weird~” Sanji sighs out shakily, his pretty sapphire eyes rolling up as he felt his tip press up against his own inner thigh. The warmth of his hot cock made his own body shiver and you began to notice how…interested Sanji seemed to be.
You giggle against his lips and finally pull away from them, sliding your tongue along his them as you grind up against Sanji’s cock beneath the skirt. He sighs out shakily, closing his eyes softly while you begin to reach out for the lube and anal beads. Feeling you move, Sanji peeks but suddenly opens his eyes wide as he got a glimpse of the anal beads in your hand. He shook his head and backed away, pressing his body higher up against the headboard.
“Come on Sanji baby, I have lube so they can slip in oh so easily for you baby~” You whisper out to him, giggling as you showed him the bottle of strawberry lube. Sanji shuddered against you before sighing out. “I-I don’t want them inside of me…” He whimpers out, pushing you back a bit to lift his skirt. His movements contradicting his words. You giggled as you watched him pull up his skirt and spread his legs, revealing & moving his cute pink panties out of the way.
“Aw you’re too cute Sanji, but I thought you didn’t want to play with the toys..” You snicker to him. He flutters his lashes and looks away, his shimmering pink eye shadow popping with the color of his sapphire eyes. “J-Just- Just try it already…” He sighs out to you, his cock still poking out past the hem of his panties. You giggle and pour some of the lube out onto you hand, running it along your fingers before pressing your lukewarm hand against his ass.
He shudders as he watches you run your fingers along his rear entrance, your voice soothing him as he felt you slide two digits into him. He gasps out and shudders, his walls tight around your fingers as he feels them go deep inside of him. “Ah~ A-Ah! G-Gentle please l-love~” Sanji huffs you, his hands gripping his cardigan tight while he arches his back. “Just relax for me baby, I’m loosening you up~” You whisper out to him, your eyes glimpsing at his pretty ones.
He nods as he bites his lower lip a bit tight, his hand reaching down to stroke at his cock. You smile as you watch him jerk his cock in front of you, a heavy yet sudden gasp leaving his lips as your fingertips press softly against his prostate. “T-That- That feels so good~ A-Ah~” Sanji huffs out, his curly brows furrowing as his toes begin to curl within his thigh-highs. You pull your fingers from inside of him, and he whimpers out in slight irritation.
He continued to fuck his fist but suddenly stops and yelps out it as he felt you insert a single bead inside of him.
First one.
And then the next one.
And the next one-
All the way to the last one.
You pull away and move his skirt out of the way, a whine escaping his lips as he felt himself feeling a bit…full.
“Hah~ L-Love-“
“Sit up for me Sanji~”
He groans as you helped him sit up, his body shuddering while moans left him as he felt the beads move around within his ass. “I-It feels- I-It feels so odd~” Sanji mewls out, arching his back as he sat there against the bed. You press a smooch to his neck and suckle on his skin, making him moan out shakily. He presses his hands up against your breasts, groping them as he pressed his lips against yours. He didn’t know what to do with himself, not with these beads deep inside of him.
He wraps his arms around you, whines spilling from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. “Mmh~ Sanji~” You mewl out, wrapping your legs around his hips and pressing your breasts up against his chest. You giggle as you felt his bra beneath his collared white shirt, it felt more like a soft little bra up against his chest. Sanji whimpers out as a deep blush dusts his cheeks, realizing that he was starting to fall into character, the entire act was getting to him. He turns away, huffing out heavily as he lies his head against your breasts. “I’m getting too into character…” He sighs out, his hands holding your hips tightly. You chuckled and run your fingers through his silky blonde hair.
“And that’s okay Sanji~ You’re beautiful like this just like my precious woman~” You whisper to him, pressing a smooch to his jaw.
Sanji felt his heart pound from slight embarrassment and yet flattery, why was he getting so worked up about this? He shouldn’t be playing into character like this.
You smooch him once again before moving down to his hardened cock. “Want me to suck your cock? Would that make you feel better about this baby?” You asked him, lifting his skirt back up. He sighs but nods slowly, his cold and soft hands pulling the hemp of his panties down. You smile softly as you watch his cock prod up slightly and press a smooch to his tip before sliding your tongue along his shaft. His lips quivering as he felt you smooching along his length.
“Ahh~ Ah~ So good love~” He moans out, pressing his hand up against your soft strands. He lays his thighs up against your shoulders, the fluffy thigh-highs rubbing up against your soft skin. You lower your head onto his cock, suckling and sliding your tongue along his shaft. You took it slow, taking in all of his length until his tip touched the back of your throat. Sanji was gasping and sighing out in please, his eyes shutting tight as he arches his back.
“Oh god love~ Mmmgh~ Fuck that feels so good~ Oh goodness~” He whimpers out, rolling his hips against your mouth. You mewl out, your hands gripping his hips while you play with the hem of his pretty panties. His eyes began to brew with tears, nearly making his mascara run as his hand grips your strands. You moan out, bobbing your head slowly but taking his cock deep down your throat. “S-So warm~ Mmgh!~ Hah~ J-Just like that~ P-Please!~” Sanji begs, clenching his teeth tight as he felt your warm throat take in his cock so wonderfully.
You moan out softly, your brows furling as you lay Sanji back against the fluffy pillows. He whines out as he watched you move in more, taking his cock a little more until you had reached the base. Sanji’s hand reaches out and gets a grasp on your hair, pulling slightly as while his cock twitch against your tongue. “I-I’m close love! I-I’m so close!~” Sanji mewls, shutting his pretty eyes tight as he bit his bottom lip a bit more. You hum out but you don’t stop, trying your best to pull your orgasm from him.
He huffs and gasps out, his thighs hugging your face a bit tight as he closes them. The soft and fuzzy thigh highs tickle your face as you grab onto his hips, huffing out as you struggled to breathe. “R-Right there!~ I-I’m almost there!~” Sanji sits up and arches his back, gasping out while his face scrunches up with pleasure. You whine out, your nails scratching against his hips and hoping that he would cum deep down your throat already.
Gripping your hair a bit tighter, you mewl out and whimper around his cock. Your jaw was starting to get sore and your throat was begging to grow sore as well. “Hah! I-I’m cumming!~ I’m- A-AH!~” Sanji pulls your head down his cock farther as his toes curls within the stockings, his slightly salty seed running down your throat with ease yet making it unbearable to bear the strong flavor.
He finally releases his legs and you quickly pull your head back, a few coughs leaving you as you inhale deeply. Sanji plops back onto the pillows, breathing heavily as he began to hyperventilate a bit. “A-Ah…Hah…I-I’m sorry love…” He whimpers out, a bit unable to sit up. You slowly rise to your knees and stare down at him with slightly dark eyes, a little pout falling onto your face. “I couldn’t breathe Sanjiii…” You huffed, staring down at him.
He slowly sits up, his hair a bit disheveled as he props himself up against the headboard. “I-I’m sorry…I got carried away~” He continuously apologizes, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. His hands cups your face, his lashes fluttering to you once again as he pouted to you. “D-Did I hurt you..?” He asked worriedly, his sapphire eyes glistening as he stared down at you. You sigh out lovingly and wrap your arms around him before gasping out suddenly.
He pulls you onto his lap and lifts his skirt, moving his panties out of the way while his cock twitches in the air. He was still hard and throbbing against you although you were excited and just ready to fuck him. “Here, take your time~” He says, giving you a sweet and cute little smile.
He was starting to look more like a woman the more you stared at him with his makeup on…
You slowly spread your pussy open for him, allowing him to press his tip against your entrance before slowly sliding in. You moan out as you felt him fill you up quickly, your walls tightening around him and sucking him in. “So good~ You feel so wonderful as always baby~” He moans out, moving his pretty face in closer to yours. His brows begins to furrow once again as he moves you up and down on his cock, his soft and silky fingers tampering with the beautiful lace of your lingerie.
You hum out softly, pressing your lips against his sweetened strawberry ones so lovingly again. His nails scratch along your hips, his face twisting up as he kept you close against him. He lies you down against the soft bedding below and begins thrusting up into you, his soft cardigan and skirt squeezing up against your body. You pull his shirt open, revealing his pretty bra to you while he mewls out.
“Mmgh! D-Don’t peek at them!~” He gasps out, a deep blush dusting his cheeks while you stared down at his chest. You giggled to him and press your face up against his chest, his skin warm and slightly sticky against your cheek. He continues to rut into you, huffing out into your ear while keeping you close against his chest. “Hah~ L-Love~ Y-Your pussy is so fucking good~” Sanji’s lips trembled as he pulls your legs around his waist, his moans growing louder as he moves his hips a bit faster against yours.
You moan out beneath him, wrapping your arms tight around his body, his back arching as he felt your fingers trail up his back beneath his shirt. One of his hands gripped the sheets beneath you while the other held on to your hip so tight, his facial features contorted with pleasure and lust. “Sanji~” You moan at his name beneath him, his legs pulling his hips and closer against yours. He whimpers out and his eyes trails down to your breasts before he buries his face in them.
“Mmh~ I-I want to cum~ I wanna cum so badly~ Your pussy keeps sucking me in so wonderfully that I can’t p-pull away.” He whimpers out, his fingers trailing along your soft skin. You gasp against him, your walls tightening around his length as you pulled him closer to you. Your nails scratch along the soft skin of his back and he gasps out into your breasts before looking back up at you.
“M-May I cum?~ I-I need to cum baby~” Sanji asks sweetly, his eyes pouting up at you while he whispers softly while giving you more shallow thrusts. You smile up at him, your eyes half kisses as you stared at the pretty details of his face. “Please…? I want to cum~ Cum deep inside of your sweet and warm pussy~ Please love please?~” Sanji begs to you, his thrusts still going deep yet fast into your cunt. You huff out while your brows furrow, biting your lower lip softly as your toes curl working your knee-highs.
“My sweet baby girl~ Yes you can cum~ Make sure you cum deep inside of me too~” You mewled, hugging him tight and pulling him close. He gasps out and whimpers as he hears you call him a woman once again. He can’t help but to lay his head against your breasts and obey, gaining his permission to cum. “M-Mhmm~ I-I will!~” He huffs out in a sweeter tone, a bit of drool spilling from his lips and onto your chest.
You lay and hand to his head as he mewls and moans out, lifting your legs a bit higher to get a better angle. You lie back against the soft sheets below and moan out as he fucks your pussy with a sweet yet harsher momentum. You whine out and squirm a bit underneath him as you felt him kissing your cervix, your eyes shutting tight as you finally felt yourself ready to release.
“Ah~ I-I’m cumming~ I-I’m going to cum!~” Sanji gasps out, rutting his hips deep into yours while shutting his eyes tight. “Mmh! S-Sanji!~ Sanji!~” You moan out Sanji’s name and arch your back, gasping out as you finally release and cum on his length. You squirt out onto his lower abdomen, getting a bit onto his skirt and his panties. Sanji’s body shudders above yours as he whines out, his cock twitching deep within your cunt as he was finally ready to release deep inside of you.
“Mmgh! A-Ah!~ Ah I’m cumming l-love!~” He gasps out, his curly-brows finally unfurling as he fills you up with his seed. His seed coat your gummy walls in a pretty white and you could feel the warmth of his cum filling up your lower tummy. You mewl out softly and wrap your hands around his neck before pulling him close to you. He blinks softly and slowly before smiling and pressing a smooch to your lips.
“S-So warm~” Sanji says softly, his fingers sliding along your hot skin. You hum out before sitting up, softly pushing him down back against the bed. He looks down at you, quirking a curly brow as he wondered what you’ll do next. “Mind if I ride you baby?~” You asked, looking down at him with soft and sweet eyes. He smiles and nods, opening his arms out to you and pulling you into his embrace.
“Please do~” He hums, still breathing a bit heavy as he was still recovering and gaining his breath back.
You smile and straddle him, sliding your sticky cum-filled pussy against his long and hot length. Sanji mewls out softly, his hands soft up against your hips as he guides you. “Mmh~ P-Please put it in~ I-I want m-more~” Sanji pouts, not really wanting to be teased at the moment. You giggle and lift your hips, allowing Sanji to help position his cock for you. You slowly lower yourself on his length and you both groan out softly, your toes curled once you feel his tip kissing your cervix once again.
Sanji presses his hands back to your hips but you move them, pressing your hands to his bra and up against his chest to gain a bit of balance. “Just watch baby~ You don’t have to help me~” You whisper to him. He pouts but nods, moving his cardigan sleeve up to his lips as he watched you begin to move his hips. He lies there adorably, his eyes fluttering slowly as he stared at your push sucking his cock deep inside.
You moan out against him, staring at his pretty little face while you begin to bounce on his cock a bit. His moans were soft yet vocal as he sat there with his hands to his mouth, like the adorable little woman he was. He was so precious, it was hard to keep yourself composed when he was deep into pussy and into his character. His mewls were starting to grow a bit higher and he was beginning to arch his back a bit more.
While he was more distracted in the pleasure, you reach your hand behind yourself and past his panties. Feeling you grab the anal beads makes him jolt and shoot his head up to you. “I’m gonna take them out Sanji~” You whisper to him, moving in before pressing a smooch to his lips. “S-Slowly please l-love~ G-GENTLY!-“
He suddenly gasps out as he begins to feel you pull the beads out in one swift motion. He throws his head back as he eyes rolls from the pleasure of the beads being removed.
“MMMH!~ O-OH GOD!~” He shudders and grips your hips tightly, making him gasp and whine out while his legs thrash around in pleasure. “I-I’M CUMMING!~ H-HAH!~” He whines out as his ass clenches around nothing but air, struggling to keep his orgasm back for you. “Hold it in for me Sanji~ Don’t cum just yet sweetie~” You mewl out above him and lower your head to press a smooch to his temple. He grabs your face and pull your lips to his, whining out into them as you felt his body trembling.
“P-Please! I-I can’t hold this back much longer!~ I-I NEED TO CUM H-HONEY!~” Sanji whines out, thrashing around as his cock begins to twitch deep inside of you. You mewl and gasp out as you watch Sanji reach out and wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him while he struggles to keep himself together. “S-Sanji!~” You whine out his name, not bothering to stop your hips as he held on tight to you.
He rests his head against breasts once again, gasping out as he felt himself just ready to cum deep inside of you once again. “Baby I-I can’t hold it in much longer~ P-Please let me c-cum~ I want to cum so badly~” He huffs out into your breasts, begging desperately to just release in your pussy. You found his face so fucking cute, it was already wonderful to see him begging and in this state, but with him in his pretty little outfit you couldn’t contain yourself very much.
You trail your fingers up to his neck before gripping it slightly, pushing him down into the fluffy pillows while he whines out. His face was all pouty and his eyes were tearing up and ruining his makeup. He watches you move your hand up to his face, cupping his cheeks and squishing them as you relished in his cute reaction.
Poor baby just wanted to cum inside of you again, that’s all he asked for.
“L-Love…p-please~” He gasps out and his sapphire eyes were now shedding tears, ruining his makeup and slightly displeasing you. You sigh and giggle to him, inching your face closer to his with a sweet little smile. “Yes Sanji~ You can cum inside of me now.” You whisper to him, tending back to your pleasure as you begin to move your hips against his once more. Sanji could only sit there and watch you bounce on his cock with ease, his eyes flickering back and forth between both your face and and your bouncing breasts.
While he moans out beneath you, you can see his tears seeping into the blue pillowcase around the pillow cradling his beautiful little head. He began to feel so hot and sticky with sweat as gripped the sheets tighter in his hands, now straining to release after holding it in for a bit too long.
Perhaps he had to start back over from holding it in and begin edged. You whimper out as he felt your thighs trembling against his hips, he knew that you were close too and yet you still stopped yourself and your own orgasm. He sighs out before whimpering all cutely, now feeling his orgasm creeping back up in his lower tummy.
“Ah~ L-Love!~ Ah!~ I-I’m- MMGH!~” He gasps out and pulls you against his chest, biting his lip tight before slowly closing his eyes. His hands weakly grabs at your hips before pressing them down hard against his, wanting to keep you close while he cum fills your pussy again. He gasps out and coats your walls in his cum once again, filling your pussy up while he whines out desperately. His body shuddered and he whines out before taking in deep breath.
Both of your lower regions were coated in your own sticky mess, and you were more than pleased with him. Satisfied even. Sanji’s grasp on your hips grows weak and he releases your hips, his breaths still heavy and yet slightly whiny.
“Ahh~ Ah~” He shivered beneath you, sliding his hand up your back. His makeup was running down his cheek and onto the pillows from his tears, his soft yet broken mewls echoing though your ears. You smile softly and lie down against his chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly as he took deep breaths and sorta struggles to.
“N-No more…N-No more right now…” He exhaled, his curly-brows furling while his lips quivered. You give him a loving smooch to his cheek, waffling your fingers with his tightly as you warmed his sticky and messy cock. “No more for now baby…No more for now.” You giggled, nuzzling up into his neck.
He keeps you close, his hands combing through your strands as he lied there.
“Well? Was it fun?”
“H-Hm?-“
“Was it fun? You sure did enjoy the role didn’t you baby!~”
Sanji shoots up, his face turning a beet red as he looks away with with a frantic look in his eyes. “W-Well!- U-Um…”
“You enjoyed it didn’t you Sanji baby?~” You giggles, playing with his scruff while he whimpers out in embarrassment. “F-Fine. I did…I-It was…different to say the least…” He sighs out, hugging you and keeping you close. His fingers played with the sweet silky fabric of your lingerie.
“I-I…I did enjoy it…honestly…j-just…don’t tell anyone about this…please darling…” Sanji whispered to you, burying his face deep against your skin.
“I would never my pretty…” You promised, giggling to him.
Sanji raises his head in realization. You didn’t cum before or after he did.
“Oh! S-Sweetie you didn’t cum did you!?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. “It’s okay Sanji baby…I did say no more for now…didn’t I?” You giggle, straddling his lap once again.
Sanji gulps and lies back down against the fluffy pillows. He pouts a bit but smiles softly.
At least this was still somewhat of an enjoyable experience for him.
Even if it was forced.
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hb-writes · 8 days ago
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Alligators & Crocodiles
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Summary: Mia is running late for an outing with her parents and Emmett helps her to speed things along.
Characters: Emmett Cullen & Mia Cullen (OC)
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“Now, sit still until those dry,” Rosalie said as she collected the nail polish and stood up from the kitchen island. “Don’t touch anything for fifteen minutes.” 
Mia was notoriously bad at the part of nail polish application that required her to stay put and allow it to set, part of why Rosalie habitually said 'no' when her sister requested a manicure, but after watching Mia struggle to paint the fingers on her right hand for several minutes on account of the brace on her left wrist, she took pity and took over, finishing her sister’s nails in a matter of seconds. 
“But it’s quick dry...polish,” Mia started, her voice growing close to silent as Rose turned back to glare at her. “Ok, fine. Fifteen minutes. I know, I know,” she grumbled after Rosalie’s retreating form. Her sister hadn't actually threatened violence if Mia ruined her manicure, but Rosalie's thoughts on the matter were clear enough.
Emmett shifted into the seat beside Mia and grasped his sister’s hands, looking more closely at the black fingernails. Emmett was half-surprised to learn the girls even had black nail polish in the house. He couldn’t remember ever seeing it on any of them before.
“It’s kind of a badass look,” Emmett said as he admired the nails. "Very angsty teenager of you." 
“I like ‘em,” Mia answered with a shrug, pulling her hand away to admire the color herself. “Found it in Alice’s stash.” 
Emmett nodded. The information tracked. While Rose wore only shades of red on her nails, Alice was known for experimenting with various shades—she was currently exploring blue hues.
Mia pulled her gaze from her nails as Carlisle came into the kitchen, stopping on the other side of the island.
“You’re all ready to go?” Carlisle asked, his gaze catching her freshly painted nails, though he didn't comment on them. 
"Yup," she answered. “All set."
Mia was still a bit surprised she had pulled it off after ignoring three alarms and staying in bed far longer than she intended. She had planned to be up early enough to fit in packing, a full shower routine, and a manicure before they were due to leave, but her desire for sleep had gotten in the way of that, tightening her morning schedule. With the exception of her nail polish and her hair, which was still shower- damp against her back, she'd been successful.
“Very good,” Carlisle answered. Mia knew her parents were eager to get on the road to the airport. If it wasn’t for her, the whole family would have made the trip to Alaska on foot. It would be faster, and it was what the others were doing, but Mia couldn’t reasonably make the journey that way, so Carlisle, Esme, and Mia would be driving to Seattle before boarding a flight to Alaska. 
“The car is all packed, so we’re just waiting for you," he offered. "We should be on the road in ten minutes.”  
“Well, Rosalie said I’m not allowed to move for the next—” Mia glanced at the clock. “—twelve minutes.” 
“Well, we’ll be leaving in ten," Carlisle answered. She was always amazed at the way her father could be unremarkably human in some moments, especially where air travel was concerned. He always had them to the airport far earlier than necessary, fussing about schedule and timeline.
“Fine," Mia conceded, "but if these nails get messed up and she's mad, I’m blaming you and mom.” 
Carlisle snorted. “I’ll deal with your sister,” he answered. “You just get yourself out to the car. You’ve had your breakfast?” 
“Yeah, um, I’m good," she mumbled. "Not really hungry.” 
Carlisle raised an eyebrow. “You know the rules, Mia. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” 
She wasn’t allowed to leave home without having something to eat, especially not when they'd be in a car driving for the next few hours.
“I know, but it's early and I’m not hungry and my nails are wet and—” Mia stopped herself as her father just continued staring at her, eyebrows still raised. “Fine. fine I guess I’ll figure out some way to eat something even though I'm not—”
“I’ll help,” Emmett interrupted, a smirk on his face as he pinched Mia’s cheek. “It’ll be just like old times. Choo choo train and all.”
“Not too much like old times,” Carlisle advised, remembering how feeding his daughter as a toddler had often been a full out excursion, spanning hours and requiring a clean up crew. 
“We need to be on the road in—” Carlisle glanced at his watch “—eight minutes.” 
“Eight minutes,” Mia agreed. 
It wasn’t worth arguing that they need not be so early for the airport. Carlisle liked to be early, to make sure they wouldn’t be impeded by traffic or long security lines or whatever else it was dads worried about where airports were concerned. 
Emmett moved to the fridge, humming as he scoured for breakfast options. “What special breakfast shall we feed Miss Mia this morning?” he asked the question in a sing-song voice that had a bit of heat rushing to Mia's cheeks, the familiarity of the little jingle bringing her straight back to early childhood when her family sang to her before every meal, hoping to entice her into being cooperative with eating. 
“Emmett, come on,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t be making too much of this opportunity to tease her, but as he turned back to her, a cheeky grin on his face, she knew it would be too enticing for him to pass up. 
“There’s ketchup and olives,” he said, holding up the two options. 
“Emmett, it’s not funny. And Dad said we only have—”
“No? Okay, how about chocolate syrup and…eggs?” 
“Em, seriously we don’t have time for this,” Mia groaned, starting to stand up. “If you’re going to play, I’ll just do it my—”
“Yogurt and blueberries, it is,” he interrupted. “Take a seat, Miss Mia.” 
Mia slid back into the chair, mindful of her nails, and Emmett zoomed around the kitchen, rinsing the berries and putting everything together in a bowl. 
“Do we need a bib?” he asked, the first spoonful already poised and ready when he arrived beside her. "You used to make a mess with blueberries and yogurt. Picked all the berries out and dumped the yogurt all over—"
“I’m going to hit you if you don't stop.” 
“No, you’re not,” Emmett answered with a smile. “It’ll ruin your pretty nails.” 
Mia huffed. “A risk I’m willing to—”
Emmett pushed the spoon into Mia’s mouth, quieting his sister's threat with yogurt and berries which Mia had no choice but to chew and swallow.
“Can you not do that?”  
Mia covered her mouth this time as she spoke, protecting herself from any unexpected spoon feeding. 
“We’re on a strict timeline, kiddo,” Emmett answered. “Now, open up for the choo choo train. Chugga chugga chug—!”
“Stop or I’ll—”
“Eat all your breakfast?” Emmett suggested as he successfully delivered another bite into Mia’s mouth. “You do realize I’m trying to help you here, right?” 
Mia chewed and swallowed before continuing. “You’re being an idiot. I’m not a baby and it’s not—” 
Funny, that was what Mia was about to say, but instead another spoonful of breakfast crashed into the side of her mouth, landing half in and half out, yogurt dripping down her chin. 
“EMMETT!” Mia shouted as he leapt up, reaching across the island for a towel which he used to wipe his sister’s face. 
“I guess we did need a bib after all.” 
“You know, I may not be able to use my hands, but I can still kick you.” 
Emmett snorted. “Then it really would be like old times, wouldn’t it?” he asked, “A full on tantrum while you're in the highchair.”
“Can we just get this over with?”
“Stop talking so much and it won’t be a problem,” he said, scraping at the sides of the bowl. “Last bite, Mi Mi. Spaceship coming in for a special landing.”  
Mia huffed at the commentary, but opened her mouth, allowing Emmett to feed her the last bite. 
“You’re a menace,” she said as he wiped at her mouth once again. 
“You should talk,” Emmett answered. “An absolute terror.” 
“If I am, I learned it all from—”
Emmett lifted his sister in his arms, silencing the words from her mouth and removing the breath from her lungs as he rushed her out to the car. 
“Right on time,” Carlisle commented as Emmett dropped his sister into the backseat.
“Yeah, but at what cost?” Mia complained. “He got yogurt all over me and was acting like a—” 
“I cleaned it up,” he answered. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you just let the choo choo into the—”
“Don’t even say it,” Mia warned. 
“Into the station,” Emmett finished with a grin. 
“The choo choo?" Esme asked as she turned in the passenger seat to face Mia and Emmett, a fond smile on her lips. "You used to love the choo choo when you were a baby.”
“Yeah, well, that may be so, but I’m not exactly a baby anymore.”
“You’ll always be our baby, right, Carlisle?” she said, reaching out to squeeze her husband’s hand. 
"I'm afraid that's exactly how it works, sweetheart," Carlisle answered. "Nothing that can be done about it."
Mia took a breath. She tried not to get angry at her parents for expressing these types of sentiments, embarrassing as they could be. She knew they came from a good place, just like she knew she didn't truly mind them thinking of her that way. Most of the time, she quite enjoyed their doting nature.
It was just her siblings who annoyed her with it.
“That’s right,” Emmett added with a smirk. “You’ll be the baby even when you’re seventy-two. Better get used to it.” 
“Only if you get used to the fact that you’ll still be an idiot.” 
“An idiot who loves you even when you’re a menace.”
Mia opened her mouth to argue further, but Carlisle cut off the conversation, reminding them of the time and their need to get going.  
“See ya later, alligator,” Emmett said as he grabbed the seatbelt, pulling it around her and securing it in place.
Like the special breakfast jingle and choo choo train spoon feedings, the phrase was a blast from the past, something Mia had once insisted on when saying goodbye to her family members, but she hadn’t heard it from Emmett's lips in ages.
Still, the answer rolled off her tongue as if the response was automatic, as if she couldn't stop herself even if she tried.
“After a while, crocodile,” Mia answered with a well-natured eye roll directed at her brother, a bright smile on his face.
“Have a safe trip, kiddo,” he offered before placing a kiss on her forehead and shutting the car door, sending them on their way right on schedule. 
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peace-for-levi · 2 years ago
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Welcome Back
lol hiiiii, sorta haven't written in *checks watch* eight months so i am RUSTY.
cw: feelings of grief, graphic descriptions of dissociation, reader feeling disconnected and needing to be grounded. post-expedition hurt-comfort is my fav genre, lol.
word count: 1447.
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Arms up. Arms down.
Grief anchors and weighs you down like a ball and chain. It's heavy, cumbersome and you are left to just bear the brunt of it. It has a way of removing you from the world, leaving you unable (even unwilling) to reconnect. The most recent expedition and the deaths that came with it weigh down on your shoulders. You lean over, back hunched. Neck tense.
Distantly, you recognise what it is you are feeling (or lack of.) Distantly, you recognise the expedition has probably sent you into this state.
Your vision is 'stretched', or distorted, and everything has a dull fuzz to it. You're sure if you reached to grab the book on your bedside locker, it would slip through your fingers and melt away.
And that you'd wake up from this.
You form a fist and relax it, stretching your fingers. Lines on your fingers; oh, five fingers, all with fingernails. Five sets of knuckles. These are your hands? Surely, right?
You form a fist and this time you squeeze, and you almost feel your nails sink in. Just slightly but it's enough for you to shudder. In realization? In pain?
It's not unusual for your mind to be stuck out in the plains beyond the Walls. The boom and echo of flares rattles in your ears, the screams of your comrades leaves your head spinning. The idea of being back in your bedroom is just something you haven't registered yet, too busy stuck somewhere between a nightmare and reality.
A fake, shadowy middle of unreality.
It's nauseating, harrowing. If not for your feet pressed to the floor and your calves backed to the edge of the bed frame, you'd have a hard time trusting gravity in keeping you down.
There's a voice in the foreground, but you're not quite there yet. Their speech is fragmented.
You cling to reason; to routine and actions. You try to cling to dialogue and even though you understand the words, they don't get processed. You try to attune to the conversation, however one-way it is.
"Your shoulders tense up when you get like this. Relax."
Shoulders… ah, your shoulders? So you roll them. You don't really know what else to do. Tense? Why are you tense and what–
What are you…?
Where…?
Levi senses he's losing you further here, so he gives you an order. A command; you can latch onto that. It'll give your brain something to do, long enough to take you away from the plains.
"Legs out. I'll undo your buckles," he says as he kneels between your legs.
Leg up, straighten, leg down.
Same idea again for your left.
The frigid air against your – now – bare skin makes you shiver. Your clothes are being taken off, piece by piece.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Do you know…?" is a question that he noticed that also makes you come back to your senses. He has asked a question that requires a logical answer; you need to go searching for clues.
You know it's your bedroom – what else could it possibly be? – but it just looks so… wrong. In a moment of faint realization, you feel the night's gentle breeze prick the skin on your legs. You turn to the bedside locker and see a bowl of lumpy, congealed soup with a bread roll that looks like it's on the verge of going bad. You must have forgotten to eat it. There's an oil lamp next to the soup, as well as an old book. Reading is a bit too hard at the moment; you can hardly put together the title of the book.
Now you look in front of you. Of course the black hair and grey eyes belong to your lover, but he didn't look so real right now. If you reached out to touch him, would you feel the black tresses spill between your fingers? The war-torn hands clasp your own?
You sink your fingertips into his scalp. He lets it happen, lets you cling to him. He doesn't even flinch, he knows you need grounding. He brings a hand up and rests it on yours, as if to say…
Feel me.
I am alive. You are alive. We are both here, and you will not wake up from this.
(Your brain just needs a lot of convincing.)
He squeezes his hand over yours. "You're getting ready for a bath, I'm helping you," he states. More information to cling to. "Whatever you're feeling, let it be there."
He is slowly walking you to your ensuite. The ground beneath your feet felt soft, even for oak planks. You fumble as you walk, second-guessing your surroundings, but Levi's got you.
He's always there.
The boundaries of the room appear elusive and murky, as you reach out for the skirting on the sides of the bathroom door. Levi was smart and had the bath ready to go, warm water prepped. With a cupped palm, he gently guides you into the bath.
"Step in."
A command to follow.
Leg up, over, and sit.
You soak into the heated water and sit down. You vaguely feel the suds cling to you. The aware part of you hopes they'll wash away the muddy feeling.
Levi begins to fill up a bucket of the sudsy water. He takes a look at your toned back, marred with grime, dirt and caked blood, and stops. He thumbs over some of the rougher sores and tears; some of these scars have been there for years. Shades of purples and blacks and reds, dotting the surface; all serving as a horrific reminder that, so far, you have made it back home every time.
You watch the dirt drip down and swirl in the water, floating there.
Silence permeates between the two of you, and normally, it is a comfortable silence. But Levi wanted to check in.
"How are you doing now, [F/n]?"
Blink. You stare back at him with pupils blown, looking at everything and nothing. "Fine."
"Do you know who I am?" He asks, carefully, scrubbing your shoulders.
Black hair, grey eyes. "Levi…" you murmur.
He nods. Should he press further? He's not sure.
Dissociation is a fickle defense mechanism with a hair-trigger temperament. It can be the deaths of the comrades in your most recent expedition; it could also be triggered by the smell or sound that reminds you of something unpleasant. It sometimes comes when it wants and Levi learned the best way to deal with it was to not deal with it. To let it happen, and sit beside you as it does.
"Don't fight it. Let it be there."
But you don't want it to be there. You stretch out your palm and reach for the towel, but you just hold it. Maybe for comfort, maybe to feel a texture. You register the caked blood by your cuticles and you keep it in your mind's eye for a second, but your vision starts to splinter again.
"But it feels awful…" you find yourself saying. "I hate not recognising my surroundings, I hate not–"
He cuts in. "I know, sweetheart. I know." He takes hold of your hand and squeezes. "I know." He assures.
Because he does.
He's sat with you through every episode of this.
He guides you out of the bath when you're done, and dresses you in your nightgown. He sweeps your hair up and out of your face, before cupping your cheeks. You practically fall into his hands. He pats your cheek in response.
"You back with me yet?"
You shake your head, but your answers are coming out quicker now. He steers you with one hand on the small of your back and peels back the comforter.
As the room gets shrouded in darkness, you're pulled to his chest. A smell of cedar and black tea, the thrum of his pulse and the rise and fall of his chest. Small circles being etched into your hips by his thumb.
"We're going to try to rest now." He tells you.
A command of sorts, something to stick to.
Get in bed, lie down, and breathe.
"Yes, okay," you mumble as you twiddle your thumbs. "Okay."
He pulls you impossibly closer, nose in the crook of your neck and suddenly... you're in the clear.
"I'm [F/n]. I'm in my room. I'm with Levi…" you whisper to yourself, with confidence.
"Welcome back," your lover sleepily replies.
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{friendly reminder acceptance doesn't work for everyone but it is a healthy start for some!}
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kiwi-on-ice · 1 month ago
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Kinktober 2024 day 5: Bondage with Ashe
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fem reader, NSFW 18+
Also contains dom!ashe, vibrators
“Well don’t you just look good enough to eat, sugar.”
Your girlfriend’s words make you flush a little, squirming as best you can against the ropes. Your hand were bound above your head, slightly digging in to your skin. Your legs were also tied, one to each bedpost at the foot of the bed, leaving you completely immobile. All you can do is look at Ashe, your breath heavy as she watches you carefully.
"I could just do anything to ya right now." she smirks, manicured red nails dragging gently down your side and making you giggle softly. She goes back up before groping your breast, clad in a beautiful lace bra she'd bought you. Loving the way you try and arch into her, she watches as instead you whimper gently as the ropes restrict you. Ashe pinches your nipple, just to further prove how helpless you are under her.
However she finally moves her hand down to cup your pussy, matching underwear looking beautiful against your skin, just like she knew they would when she stole bought them. The feel of your dampness soaking through the material makes your girlfriend moan quietly, never failing to be affected by how needy you are for her.
"So stunnin'" she praises, making you cry out when she starts to rub circles under your panties. The pressure on your clit felt incredible, aided by how vulnerable you felt with your legs kept spread open. No matter how much wriggling, the ropes don't budge.
"You ain't gettin' free doll, not before you cum." she teases, laughing softly at your plea. You both knew the safeword, and you knew wholeheartedly that she was stop if that word was uttered from your lips. But it felt way too good to stop, able to move your hips a little as you grind into her fingers.
But she stops, grabbing something you can't quite see until you feel it. Vibrations. Slipping it into your panties, you cry out pitifully as the material keeps the toy in place, buzzing incessantly against your clit. The more you squirm, the more helpless you feel as the ropes restrict you completely.
Ashe drinks in the sight, fingernails gently scratching at your thigh and hip. At your whimpers, she'll dig in a little, slight red lines decorating your skin to compliment the abrasions around your wrists. Occasionally, she plays with your nipples more, just to push you closer and closer to the edge.
When you go, she smiles proudly before cooing "Yeah that's it sugar, be a good girl f'me and cum", watching you spasm against the vibrator until you become overstimulated. Moving it away, she smirks as you look at her expectantly.
"Awe baby, you thought I was gonna untie ya after just one? I think you can give me another." she teases sadistically, moving your panties to the side and pushing two fingers in. You can't help but gasp and clench around her, as you realise it's gonna be a very long night.
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citrinesparkles · 2 years ago
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take a break
jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!
"you're doing it again."
jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.
"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."
"mhm."
you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.
it was peaceful.
or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.
with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.
you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.
such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.
and it threw you out of your rhythm.
you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.
you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"
"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."
"maybe-"
"i don't really want advice."
there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."
"i just- i don't want to do this."
"i know."
"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."
he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.
"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"
"i wouldn't say ge-"
"jason."
"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"
"groundbreaking," you said dryly.
"i said i wouldn't call it genius."
you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."
"considering you didn't have breakfast-"
"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."
-
jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.
but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.
now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.
and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.
funny how that worked.
funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.
"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.
"out here, or after food?"
"...no comment."
he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."
"cocky."
"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."
"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."
"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."
you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."
he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.
your work could wait a little while longer.
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starrylothcat · 1 year ago
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STARRY BB!!! I come bearing a humble request
“a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite,  teeth bruising skin”
with Hunter 😈🥰
LUV UUU
The Beast Within
Pairing: Beast!Hunter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Mature themes. Mentions of blood and sex. Biting/kissing. Reader is kind of a monsterfucker. Hunter is a werewolf/vampire/monster close to transforming. Whichever beast you prefer. 😘
WC: ~900
A/N: I got carried away and made this a lil Halloween drabble! Sexy and dangerous monster/beast/werewolf Hunter anyone? You are all enabling me in writing feral Hunter! And I love it! Thanks for the ask, babe! 🫶
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The moon hung heavy overhead, casting a pale glow through the window. The moon was only a day or two away from being full, but you didn’t need to look up in the sky to know that.
Based on the predatory shine in Hunter’s eyes as they roamed your form beneath him, you knew the full moon was close. His usual brown irises now had a golden hue, his pupils slit.
Hunter’s canines were longer and sharper. His fingernails may as well have been claws digging into the soft sides of your body as he growled against your mouth, his tongue delving deeper.
He wasn’t fully transformed, not yet. It usually started slow, a few days before. His urges became more animalistic, his senses somehow becoming even more acute, which drove him to the brink of madness, especially around you.
Under normal circumstances, he could smell you, hear you, sense you more so than any other man.
When he was close to transforming…he was insatiable. Your pheromones intoxicated him, egging on the beast inside that lay in wait.
Your normal passionate love-making turned animalistic fucking, which you took great enjoyment in.
Maybe it was the slight danger, knowing he could rip you open if he wasn’t careful. Possibly it was the thought that this was the real him, the real beast he kept at bay every single day, only able to free himself from those constraints these few nights.
Or maybe it was the full-body, mind-melting, hours-long intense fucking that happened right before he transformed.
Or maybe it was all of it combined.
You could feel his rigid length against your stomach, his growls becoming more feral, resonating from his chest, reverberating against your body.
His fangs caught slightly on your lower lip, drawing a speck of blood, his hands tearing at your clothes.
You moaned at the sensation, his sharp nails dragging down your torso, his lips moving to your neck. His rough pants against your hot skin enticed you, arching yourself more toward him.
“Hunter…” You gasped, entangling your fingers in his hair, tugging him down to your neck further.
You knew he was holding back, not wanting to hurt you, what was left of his conscious mind still hanging on by a thread.
“Please…more…” You pressed your hips up against him, rubbing on his cock. The sound Hunter made was a strangled whine, his canines trailing down your neck. You shivered, mewling as goosebumps erupted on your skin.
“Careful…what you ask for…mesh’la.” His tone had a low, snarling edge to it that sent shockwaves of arousal straight to your core, knowing he could smell it.
Hunter sucked at your neck, tasting your sweet sweat, palming one of your breasts with one hand, the other back to deliciously digging into your side, pinning you down on the bed beneath him.
There was no escape.
His sucks became harder, his tongue swirling over the emerging bruise. He was rutting against you now, desperate whines escaping him as his canines began to dig further into your supple flesh.
You tasted so good…so good…almost good enough to eat.
You gasped his name, pulling on his hair which seemed to have grown longer overnight, as you felt his fangs dig harder into your flesh.
You let out a cry as Hunter’s fangs broke the skin of your neck, sucking hard. Hunter let out a primal groan, his body shivering as he tasted your sugared blood on his tongue. His mind was screaming at him to stop, before he did something he regretted, before he actually hurt you.
Reluctantly, with the ounce of control Hunter still had left, he released your neck, licking at the marks he left, savoring your warm blood.
You threaded your fingers through his hair, his lips back on yours for a brief, sweet kiss. The gentle man that still had a thin string of command left in his mind was back, just for a moment.
He was about to apologize, but as he gazed down at you, the moonlight highlighting your flushed form, heaving chest, and swollen parted lips, he could feel the beast claw its way back. Your arousal filled the room and his nostrils so thickly, Hunter thought he might suffocate.
You liked it. You wanted more.
His pupils slitted, the beast coming back to the forefront of his consciousness.
The rest of your clothing was shed, torn into pieces.
Hunter pressed you down into the mattress face-first, yanking your hips up to meet him as he knelt behind you, almost fully formed claws indenting into your hips.
There was no going back now.
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practically-an-x-man · 1 month ago
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I'd love to see your take on Reyna or Erin?
Oooh sure!! I'm going to go with Reyna for this one, loosely based off of that whump idea ask you sent me a couple weeks ago :D
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Reyna lay curled in a tight ball, trying to shield her eyes from the bright room around her. She'd drawn the curtains and shut off all the lamps, but it wasn't enough. The suns had yet to set and the eyedrops to dilate her pupils had yet to wear off, and everything was just too bright. Her whole face itched maddeningly.
She dug her fingernails into her palms, hating the flat, stubby feel of them. She'd had to cut them down for the mission, the same way she'd had to dilate her eyes to hide her slitted pupils, but it just felt wrong in the aftermath. It made her skin crawl for reasons she couldn't quite define.
All of this was wrong. Her eyes, her nails, the way she'd had to dye over all the crisp blue in her hair to make it more "natural", it wasn't right. It wasn't her. It reminded her of the old days, crushed under her stepmother's stiletto heel. And it worked for the mission, she got the information they all needed and already a team of rebels had flown off for the next stage, but without the distraction of the gala around her, the sensory torture became impossible to ignore.
Maybe if she laid absolutely still, eyes shut and hands clenched into fists, she could deal with this. Maybe.
Someone rapped on the doorframe, and Reyna's eyes flew open before she could think to stop herself. Just as quickly she hissed at the light that speared painfully into her eyes and curled herself into a tighter ball.
"I'm sorry." A soft voice whispered, as if it were her ears that were hypersensitive rather than her eyes. Her hearing was already stronger than the typical person's, but... it wasn't that strong.
"Reyna? How are you feeling?" The voice asked, a little louder, after she failed to respond. This time she placed who it was. Iorhael. Something within her eased just at the knowledge that he was here with her.
Reyna let out a low groan, the best she could manage with the discomfort still eating through her like a pool of acid. She heard Iorhael let out a faint breath, and then his footsteps came a little nearer.
"Is it okay if I touch you?"
The logical side of her mind was grateful he thought to ask - nobody had ever granted her that courtesy before him. The rest of her wanted so desperately to be comforted that she nearly burst into tears. Reyna settled for a loose nod, burrowing further into the bed.
After a moment, the mattress dipped below her as Iorhael slid into the bed. Tentatively, his arms slid around her body and secured her to his chest. He was careful to stay away from her hands, her hair, any other reminders of her discomfort. They were good like that.
Reyna still had her eyes clenched tightly shut, refusing to let any scrap of light in, but she could almost see Iorhael in her imagination. She could imagine the look on their face, the way their eyebrows got all screwed up when they were concerned and the little half-smile they must have shot her when they entered the room.
"Do you want anything to eat?" he asked a few minutes later, with the same careful words. He was being delicate, as delicate as he could be when he knew Reyna felt so off-kilter. He was good like that too.
She shook her head. Her discomfort had left her feeling vaguely nauseous, and food sounded incredibly unappealing. Not to mention the struggle of attempting to feed herself completely blind, or having Iorhael spoon-feed her like a child.
"Just... stay." Reyna mumbled, catching their hand around her waist and giving it a tight squeeze, "Please."
He didn't prattle on about the success of the mission like everyone else had: reminding her that the mission was a success, it all was worth it, it was all thanks to her, a thousand other things that she was sure were meant to be encouraging but really just became suffocating. He didn't flood her senses with too many words or little touches, and they didn't press her to speak or eat or anything else.
They just held her, in the dark and the silence, until her discomfort finally began to ease.
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bluecoolr · 2 years ago
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🎱 Darrell Todd NSFW Alphabet 🎱
A/N: Keep in mind our boy is bi. I tried keeping this gender neutral, though. This is in Darrell Todd x You format. Also keep in mind he is a vers. I once said he gave subby energy, but soft dom is also applicable.
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Absolutely not proofread. I charged through this like a diesel train firing on all cylinders.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He's usually light-headed after sex. When he comes down from his high he'll make sure to attend to you. He helps you clean up (if you want) and would get both of you a drink of water. Tucks your hair behind your ear/brushes your hair from your forehead while you drink.
Would love to cuddle after, share a kiss or 2 … or 3 before falling asleep with you in his arms.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His hands. They're big with prominent knuckles. There's a couple of freckles on the backs of his hands and one mole on his right wrist. He has vertically long fingernails which have a sort of pale pink nail bed and barely there lunulas. He keeps his nails trimmed and clean.
His hands are reliable. They can touch, caress, hold, grope, and pull orgasms out of you.
Of course he also likes his dick. He's all about closeness and thinks having it buried balls deep inside you would be the epitome of closeness.
Your tits and thighs and lips. Don't get me wrong he appreciates a nice ass, but tits drive him wild. Chronic case of lemme suck them tiddies. He can get off on it alone.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Thick and white, which is relatively surprising for someone who has bad eating habits and who leisurely smokes.
Would love to cum inside you every chance he gets, but if you don't want that he'll gladly cum on your belly or your thighs.
Likes to see his cock covered in both your juices when he pulls out.
Gathers any that leaks out and pushes it back in.
Likes it when you swallow.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Would just love to bite you
He settles for nips and hickeys but he would love to sink his teeth down and mark you up
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's pretty experienced and kinda knows his way around.
Deadset on learning how you like it so he can satisfy you. He will find that sweet spot and make it his fucking mission to hit it every single time. He sleeps well knowing he did a good job for you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary and its variations: Both legs on his shoulders. One leg up. Your ankles locked around his waist/the small of his back.
He thinks it's perfect because you can have eye contact and its easier for spotting any signs of discomfort (no matter who's topping)
Also allows for deeper penetration and gives him front row seats to your tits. Makes your lips more accessible to deep, heated kisses.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Somewhere in the middle, I suppose. Likes to enjoy the closeness, wants to focus on how good it feels throughout.
Won't actively joke but he'd make you smile with honest, genuine praise.
Praise him and you'll get him very red and smiley.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
The carpet obvs doesn't match the drapes. He doesn't shave but trims it to help with clean up and comfort.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Very intimate.
Leans down all the time to kiss you. Thinks he can manifest his feelings through kissing. Outside of a sexual setting his kisses hold a lot of meaning too.
Kisses every bit of skin he can reach.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Jerks off a lot. It's one of the ways he relieves stress.
He'll be at work and very subtly reach down and palm himself behind the counter. Sometimes he disappears into the gas station bathroom to pump one out. Things get more interesting in his trailer.
He humps his pillow, hands clutching it in a death grip, while he lets his thoughts wander or while looking at pictures of you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
BREEDING
Praise kink
Mutual masturbation
Taking pictures/getting his picture taken
Outdoor sex/Agoraphilia
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His trailer, in the woods or by the lake of Devil's Peak
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Dirty talk and naughty texts
Send him a pic and he's fucking feral, itching to get off his shift
On the opposite end however, he also gets turned on when you're just relaxing/cuddling. Loves it when there's this shared air of trust and open affection that wraps around you.
Tenderness.
Confident and genuine smiles, twinkling eyes, and having some outspoken passion for an interest enthralls him too
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bondage
Knife or bloodplay
Degradation
Any form of hitting (spanking or slapping)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Honestly, he loves both. He knows how to go down on you for sure.
Great hand-tongue coordination *wink wonk*
He likes to lace his fingers with yours while giving/receiving
Absolutely loves when you come in his mouth and swallows every drop
Will not hesitate to kiss you even with the taste of him on your tongue.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He gives you time to adjust once he bottoms out, but he's quick to settle on a pace you both enjoy.
Knows how important good rhythm is, so he's gonna commit to that.
Gets faster as both of you are close.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Loves a good quickie <3
Willing to risk it all for a quickie
If he's stuck at work, you're more than welcome to drop by and take him in the storage closet or bathroom.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
50/50… if it makes him uncomfortable or bears any form of resemblance to his turn offs, I'm sorry he isn't doing it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Baby can take 2 max, but each round lasts a while so you both would have had your fill by then.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Surprisingly doesn't own toys. Considered buying one of those doll torsos, but decided against it. Didn't appreciate how desperate he seemed.
If you do have toys, he'll gladly use them on you, and if you get him any he's very willing to try them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Doesn't tease much. Doesn't like to be teased either. If you want him, you'll get him and would appreciate it if you return the favor. He gets embarrassed/incredibly needy when you tease.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Loud. Can't help it. Absolutely vocal.
Sprinkle of expletives here and there
So much moaning it might surprise you because in a normal setting he isn't too talkative.
Petnames galore. Says "ma'am/sir" or "mama/daddy" when subbing, but always uses "baby".
Out of breath by the time he's about to cum. Just helpless pathetic whimpers that he buries in the crook of your neck.
Begging. That's it.
Stumbles over his words.
His orgasm pulls out a deep, satisfied, moan out of him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Thoroughly believes that sex isn't good sex unless it's sloppy so... let's hope you're at the lake or near some running water and paper towels.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
*cracks knuckles* I've said before that he's big in every sense of the word and I stand by it. He's a good 8 inches in length, maybe a spare .02 or .04 or so, and a decent 5 inches in girth. Uncircumcised. (Gasp! An uncircumcised Christian?! Heresy! Bloo is burnt at the stake)
A shower. When you pull down his pants, it's a bit of a shocker and he always chuckles at your reaction.
Worried that you genuinely can't take it.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Relatively average sex drive? Although it's pretty high when you're around.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Pretty fast, only because he's absolutely spent afterwards, but he'll force himself to listen to you if you wanna talk after. He'll insist he's just resting his eyes when he closes them. Pretty soon his replies turn into sweet but monosyllabic mmm's. Then he's out.
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mthollowell-writes · 1 month ago
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A Job Done Well
31 Days of Horror Day 5: Clutch
(TW: Violence, Blood)
It was hard, but even a dirty job needed to be done well.
With one more hit, Ryle drove the final nail in, nice and clean. He stood to admire his work. The wooden floorboards were nice and smooth. The last owners of this cabin let it fall into disrepair. Water damage warped the old wood and the ceiling had holes that needed patching.
Winter was closing in. That shipment of lumber couldn’t have come at a better time.
Ryle nearly jumped out of his skin at a knock on his door. He dropped the hammer and swore.
“Are you in, Ryle? It’s me, Florence.”
Of course it was, he thought bitterly. He bent down to pick up his hammer and tried to still his racing heart.
There was no reason for him to be nervous. No one should suspect a thing.
“A minute, Flor,” he said. His eyes scanned the room to make sure nothing was out of place.
The main room was still an active workshop. He laid covers down for the paint and wood dye. All his furniture was pushed against the wall and the whole place smelled of freshly sanded wood. He had to work through the night to get the floor finished. But he was still uneasy. He laid some white cover down over the spot he just finished before answering the door.
Florence was a bulky woman with long gray hair tied into a ponytail and a smattering of freckles on her ruddy face. She was a whole decade older than him, but her plump features made her look younger than she was. She and her husband, Terry, lived in the cabin further down the hill, next to the creek bed.
Her brown eyes widened a bit as she took him in. “Goodness, Ryle! When’s the last time you slept?”
“I sleep fine,” he said tersely. But even as he said so, his sockets ached in his head. He couldn’t wait to be rid of her and in his bed for a well deserved rest.
“You’ve been up all night working again, haven’t you?” the nosy busybody tutted. “You keep me and Terry up all night with your hammering.”
Ryle ground his teeth. He clutched the door frame to keep his nerves from showing.
“What’cha bothering me about?” he snapped.
Florence startled back but tried not to let it show. She fixed her face into something more neutral.
“Well, you see, it’s my Terry. I haven’t seen him since last night.”
Ryle kept his voice flat. “What would I know about that?”
“Well,” she said again cautiously, “Terry got it into his stubborn head to talk to you about the noise. He would’ve been by sometime around 11.”
Ryle recalled. Terry was Florence’s opposite: a total reed of a man who looked fragile enough to break in two if the wind blew the wrong way. He pushed his way into Ryle’s house with nothing but his pajamas stuffed under his coat. He shook with cold and misplaced fury.
All Ryle wanted to be was left alone to his work. That was why he bought a house out here. To be left alone. But even here, he couldn’t get that.
Ryle rubbed his thumb over his hammer’s smooth handle. He was still holding it behind his back, right out of Florence’s sight. Why hadn’t he put it down?
“I didn’t see him,” Ryle lied. “Couldn’t you have missed him? I’ve seen him fishing some early mornings.”
“At this time of year?” She said aghast. “He’d catch his death from the chill off the water before anything worth eating. Besides, he wouldn’t have left without telling me.”
Frustrating woman. Ryle’s temples pulsed in exhaustion. Why couldn’t she leave him alone?
Then he heard a sound. He thought it was the wind blowing through the bare branches overhead, but the harder he listened, the closer it got. It was there--unmistakable--right behind him.
His heart beat jumped into his throat. The sound. It was like fingernails scratching against the wood. Desperate like a fever.
Ryle turned his head toward the patch of wood he just finished laying. There was no denying it. Something was clawing against the boards, trying to escape.
“You okay, Ryle?” Florence asked, her voice tinged in concern. “You paled up like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Cold sweat formed on his brow. He whipped around, his eyes bearing into her. “D’you hear that?”
“Hear what?” She took a step back.
“The scratching! Under the wood!”
“You’re not making sense, Ryle.”
But she must hear it. She must! It was too loud not to. She’s lying because she knows. She’ll leave and tell everyone and he’ll never know peace again.
“Ryle,” she asked again nervously. There was more distance between them but it wouldn’t be enough to save her.
He swung the hammer for her head and she fell with one blow. But she was only unconscious. It took a couple more blows to be sure. She barely resembled a face in the bloody pulp. The human skull was surprisingly difficult to crack.
He looked up at the gray sky and saw a flock of migrating birds fly overhead.
He would have to rip up his work and start over again.
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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years ago
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277 of 2023
100 questions about you, plus one.
Created by cinymin
How long have you been online today?
Not that long, I was at work.
First name?
Joeri.
Middle name?
Stijn.
Age?
Almost 33.
Male or Female?
Male, from what I know.
What part of the world are you from?
Belgium, if you even know where it is.
How tall are you?
180 cm.
How's your hair?
Short and brown.
What's your favorite color?
Black and green.
What color(s) are you wearing right now?
All black.
What's your shoe size?
Depending on the brand, anything between 41 and 43 in European.
Who owns the computer you are on?
Myself.
What is the first thing you see when you look in the mirror?
Blurry stains of colour lol/. I don’t really see without glasses.
What was the last dream you remember about?
Train station, and the certain person I mentioned once in another survey.
Do you have any birthmarks?
Yes, quite a few.
Do you have any tattoos?
Yes, two.
Do you have any peircings?
Yeah, eight.
How many siblings do you have?
One younger sister.
What's your favorite type of music?
Metal (djent, sludge), hip hop and industrial (EBM, futurepop). But I will listen to almost everything.
What's the worst song ever?
That Dance Monkey shit omg.
What's your favorite movie?
I don’t watch movies.
How long ago did you watch it for the first time?
N/A.
What's the worst movie ever?
All of them, so fucking boring.
When was the last time you went to the theatres?
I don’t go to such places.
What's your favorite show?
All the old British sitcoms.
What's the worst show on television?
All these reality crap shows like Married at First Sight.
What's in your pocket right now?
My work badge and a MOBIB card (De Lijn transport).
What is your first childhood memory?
I don’t remember, I hate this question.
Are your parents still together?
Yeah, 34 years and counting.
Are you adopted?
No, I’m not.
Are you strait, gay/lesbian, bi, or unsure?
Gay, but asexual.
Are you in a relationship?
I’m married.
For how long?
For a year, but we’ve been together for five years.
Ever been in love?
Yes, but was it romantic? I’m not sure.
Are you in love now?
Sure I am.
Do you have kids?
No, I don’t. Not on my own.
Do you want kids?
Not at all.
Do you drink? How often?
No, I don’t.
Do you smoke? How often?
No.
Do you do drugs? What? How often?
Nope.
Look left: What do you see?
My husband.
Look right: What do you see?
Floor lamp.
Are you right or left handed?
Ambidexrtrous, left-dominant, but my left hand got paralysed once and didn’t come back to full mobility.
Can you say the alphabet backwards?
With troubles.
How long are your fingernails?
I always keep them short, I hate long nails.
Is your bedroom a mess?
There’s a bit much in there, but okay.
What's under your bed?
Suitcases.
Do you keep a journal or diary?
Yes, but more like daily planner.
Do you have a house phone, cell phone, or both?
Cellphone only, we don’t have a landline anymore.
Can you keep a secret?
Yes, I can. I’m known for it.
What color are your curtains?
We don’t have any curtains at home.
Do you remember faces or names more easily?
Names, definitely. And I’m even better at remembering voices.
What did you eat for supper last night?
Supper is not a thing in my country.
Who made it?
N/A.
What is your favorite school subject?
Physics.
Are you in school? What grade?
No, I’m not. My uni is still on hiatus.
How long have you been out?/When do you graduate?
I graduated school in 2010 and I did a university degree in 2014.
Can you do a handstand?
No, one of my hands is disabled.
What's your favorite game to play?
Life.
What's your favorite sport?
Basketball.
Would you rather watch sports on TV or go to the game?
I’d better play.
Ever broken a bone?
NO. I’ve never broken a bone in my life.
Ever had surgery?
I had twop, one of them was major, to save my life after brain bleeding.
Ever embarrassed yourself in public?
Probably more times than I can count.
What happened?
The most recent thing was getting aroused in front of the guy I liked. I still hope he didn’t notice it.
Ever had a long distance relationship?
Yes, it didn’t work.
Ever had an online relationship?
No, you can never be sure who is on the other side for real.
Would you ever do it/do it again?
No. It’s simple.
What do you hear right now?
TV and my husband watching videos.
What are you afriad of?
Death, failure, losing.
Do you like scary movies?
I don’t like any movies.
Ever gotten a prank phone call?
I don’t remember.
Are you thirsty?
Not that much.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Cherry Coke.
How well can you hoola hoop?
I couldn’t care less about these.
Who is the most annoying person you know?
That Romanian dude at work no one likes. He’s a fkn transphobe and homophobe and sexist and all.
What is your dream job right now?
The job I’ve had for the last 9 years.
What was your dream job in kindergarten?
Never thought about it at that time. Probably vet or so.
Do you have a job now? What?
Rail electrician, last 9 years and counting.
What would you do with $1,000,000?
Buy a house and travel the world.
Do you have any pets?
Two cats.
Do you have any hidden talents?
Probably, but they’re not hidden.
Are you double jointed?
Yes, I am.
Can you dance?
Boring question, I don’t give a shit about dancing.
What color are your eyes?
Grey.
Do you need glasses/contacts?
Yes, I’m very nearsighted.
When is your birthday?
This month.
What would be the best present?
A day off somewhere nice with my husband.
What is the worst present you ever received?
Sex toys lol.
What is your pet peeve?
Fries are not French okay?
What did you do last Saturday?
Went for groceries.
Did you shower today?
Like every day.
If you were one of Snow White's seven dwarfs, which one would you be?
I don’t care. I don’t even know their names.
What will you do after you finish this survey?
Maybe another one.
How much sleep did you get last night?
Seven hours something.
What kind of chair are you sitting in?
I’m not sitting on any chair.
Ever been to jail? For what?
No, I haven’t.
When you go swimming do you like oceans, lakes, or pools?
I czan’t swim.
What is the temperature outside?
10°C.
What do you want the temperature to be?
20°C so I can wear my band tees.
Congratulations and here's the last question:
Okay?
What did you think of it, be honest:
Could be better.
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multiland · 3 years ago
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The boyz reaction to their normally well-behaved sub s/o being bratty and teasing them.
Sangyeon
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Tenses up when he feels your hand on his thigh under the table
Glances at you but goes back to eating
When your hand goes up he gives you a warning look
Deep breath through his nostrils
Grabs your wrist when you’re about to touch his clothed cock
Tight grip
Wipes his mouth with a napkin and asks for the bill
Doesn’t talk to you the whole ride home, but he grips tightly on the steering wheel, jaw clenching and arm veins protruding.
As soon as you walk into the house, he pushes you against the wall
Caging you, face millimeters apart from yours
Erratic breathing and dark eyes
“How dare you be so naughty in public? I thought you had learned by now how to behave. Do I have to teach you again?”
When you melt into his touch, he smirks
Thumb running over your lip and leaving a lipstick stain on your cheek and chin
He licks his lips and a dark chuckle leaves his mouth
Leans in and runs his tongue over your lower lip, then bites and pulls on it
When you moan at his touches, he knows he has you where he wants you to be
He makes you kneel in front of him, runs his fingers through your hair
Unbuckling his belt and freeing his dick
“You’ll have to be responsible for your actions.”
Taps his dick against your mouth
“Suck it.”
Jacob
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He’s absolutely taken aback when you start teasing him at the market
He tries to ignore it and think you just happened to “accidentally” rub your butt against his front
But when you do it again, he sees what you’re trying to do
Jacob is the softest dom, he doesn’t really want to be rough with you
But don’t push his buttons, especially in public
He will grab your hips the moment you try to grind on him again
Pretends to be hugging you and being sweet so people won’t notice
“Princess, aren’t you ashamed of your actions? We’re in public. Please behave like a lady.”
When you hear his honey voice against your ear, it sends chills down your spine
But that doesn’t make you stop
You press even more your body against him, placing your hands on top of his, digging your nails on his skin.
His breath gets ragged
He rushes to pay for everything and go back home
Before you even get inside, you’re already making out
His fingers thread on your hair as he devours your lips
He pushes you to lay on the nearest couch, towering over you
He starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck
Then goes to your ear
“You’ve been so naughty, did you enjoy the attention? Everyone noticed my hard on. You’ve made me embarrassed and that’s not okay.”
His hand goes down you and slides under your panties, pressing his fingers against your clit, making you moan.
“I’ll have to show you why you shouldn’t try to make me go through something like this.”
Younghoon
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Gets super flustered when you shamelessly place your hand between his legs
All of this being in the same car as the rest of the members
He tries to pretend like nothing’s happening so no one will notice
But a soft whimper escapes his lips when you apply a bit of pressure
He grabs your hand harshly, but keeps it in place
When one of the members asks him what’s wrong, he just plays dumb
“Huh? Ah, it’s nothing. I just accidentally hit my head against the window.”
He moves your hand against his crotch, dying for friction
Bites his lips so no sound will come out
When you arrive home, he drags you to the bedroom and pushes you to lie on your bed
He wastes no time before ripping your shorts and underwear off
Places both hands on your thighs and spreads them open, fingernails dipping on the soft flesh
He looks at you with hooded eyes and swollen lips for biting them so hard before
“You wanna play? We’re going to play in the right way.”
Then licks a long strip of your slick, making you moan loudly
Makes out with your pussy, sucks, licks and rubs until you cum
Then he smirks at you, wiping his chin and sucking his fingers clean
“Don’t think it’s over, you’re going to pay for touching me and making me horny in front of the members. If you wanted to be a brat, you got it, I won’t have mercy on you.”
Will make sure you cum at least thrice that night with just his tongue
Before he fucks you really good with his dick.
Hyunjae
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You are at a family dinner
You start teasing him while eating your food
Batting your lashes, licking stuff that's dripping down your chin on purpose
He sits next to you, elbows resting on the table and fingers laced in front of his mouth
He glances at you in amusement, a smirk on his lips
His leg is bouncing, you know you will probably regret it later, but you don’t mind
So you continue the teasing
When you tell him there’s some sauce on his finger, to grab his hand and suck it with your eyes glued to his
A  mischievous smile forms on his lips
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom when you’re done eating, leaving him with your family sitting at the table
But you better not sing victory
Because he will soon follow you and push you into the bathroom himself
Locking the both of you inside
He grabs your jaw to look at him, he smirks.
“Are you having fun today, doll?”
When you nod, he chuckles
Then kisses you hungrily, hands roaming down your body
Before he spins you around and bends you over the counter
Keeping you still with a hand on the nape of your neck
He lifts your dress and slaps your butt
All you can hear after is the sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper of his pants going down
“I am planning on having fun too.” He whispers from behind against your ear, teeth brushing on your ear shell
Before he slides into you and fucks you dumb
Making sure to shut you up with his hand on your mouth as he pounds into you.
Juyeon
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He’s so confused
Wonders why are you acting so touchy and flirty in public
When you literally have all of the members around watching a movie
You’re suddenly grabbing some stuff from the cabinet and your shirt goes up, revealing your tummy
So he stands behind you to stop the other members from having a look
But then you bend down to pick something you dropped and your skirt, again, goes up as well
Your butt cheeks are completely at sight.
Juyeon pulls the fabric down and presses his body against you
Grabbing your arm and straightening your figure
His chest pressing against your back
“Your skirt is too short, can’t you see you have a bunch of men around you?”
Then you rub your butt against him, grasping on the sides of his jeans as you look up at him with innocent eyes, apologizing
He grunts at the friction.
“y/n, please. S-stop.”
His mouth says something, but his body does the opposite
He wraps his arm around your waist, slipping his fingers under your shirt
Touching your tummy and making you shiver
“Are you doing this on purpose?” With a husky voice
When you say you want him, he keeps silent for a second
Then looks at his friends behind him
Finally dragging you to the laundry room
Tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling so he can kiss you fiercely
Picks you up and sits you on top of the washing machine
Stands between your legs, the make out session getting hotter
His hands go south, pushing your panties to the side and pressing his fingers between your folds
Groaning against your mouth
When you set him free from his jeans, he pulls away from the kiss and forces you to look into his eyes
The darkest stare you could ever see
“I’m going to fuck you now just like you’ve been asking, but you better keep quiet or you’ll have to choke on my dick when they leave and you won’t cum, so you’ll remember why you can’t tease me.”
Kevin
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Almost chokes on his water when you appear behind him and start running your hands over his chest
Eyes wide open
Stiff body
“W-What are you doing?”
Heavy breathing when you start running your hands down his torso
“Babe...”
When you find the waistband of his underwear he glances at you over his shoulder
Jolts when you slide your hand underneath, touching his dick
Bites his lip, twitches in your hand
“Stop, why are you doing this?” In between soft moans and grunts
When you hum in his ear and tell him you want him, he pulls away
Turns around to face you, brows furrowed
“What has gotten into you? It’s not okay to just appear out of nowhere and touch me like that.”
When you giggle and step closer to him, placing your hands on his chest and pressing your body flush against him, his eyes darken
His jaw clenching and hands turn into fists when you press your crotch against his now hardening cock
He raises a brow
You become challenging and ask him what he’s going to do about it
He doesn’t move for a second
But then grabs your waist and pushes you to lay on the dining table
“Two can play this game, sweetheart.” Against your lips
Grabs your hand and places it on his clothed dick
“You better finish what you started.”
Chanhee/New
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He’s in a bad mood, rummaging into his closet to change clothes
His body jolts when you appear behind him and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck
He looks at your reflection in the mirror
You’re only in your underwear
“I’m not really in a good mood, y/n.”
He keeps doing the previously mentioned
But you pay no attention to him and decide to just slide your hand under his shorts
He looks at you from the mirror with brows furrowed
But as soon as you start palming him, he can’t help but surrender
Inhales and leans his head forward so it rests against the mirror
Closes his eyes when you start pumping him
Hands turning into fists against the furniture
Low gasps, lip biting
Bucks his hips into your hand while you gently suck on his neck
Lets out breathy moans
But when you feel him twitch in your hand, you pull away, not letting him cum
You giggle when his head goes up to glare at you, winking at him
Not a wise decision
Just when you’re about to walk away, he’s quicker to grab your wrist and push you against the bed, surprising you
Hovers over you, his gaze is hooded and dark, totally different from his usual self
“I might be always surrendering to you and letting you do whatever you please with me, but today I’m not letting you get away with it.”
He leans down and kisses you, hands cupping your jaw and fingers threading on your hair
His tongue meets yours, his kiss becomes sloppy, head tilting to make it deeper
He pulls back to unbutton half of his shirt before he kisses you again
Hands roaming down your body, finding your core and pressing his fingers against your bud
Hums when you moan as he kisses down your neck, sucking on it
Your back arches, the familiar heat in your stomach announcing your upcoming climax
But when you’re about to come, he pulls away and looks down at you
He smirks, his cheekbones popping up before he licks his fingers clean, staring at you
Then climbs off the bed, fixing his hair
When you look at him in disbelief, he just shrugs
“You shouldn’t have tried to tease me when I’m in a bad mood.”
Changmin/Q
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He’s busy in the dance practice
Just being himself and enjoying his dance
You’re sitting in front of him, back against the mirror
Seeing him so focused and sweaty just turns you on
So you decide to send glances at him, biting your lip and exposing parts of your body on purpose
He starts to lose his focus, noticing your actions
He’s making mistakes because of you
Tries to keep dancing until you start rubbing your thighs together, biting your lip
He then stops dancing and walks towards you
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, squatting in front of you
You bat your lashes and shrug innocently
“You’re trying to tease me, aren’t you? I’ve told you not to mess with me when I’m dancing... But that’s exactly what you’re doing.”
When you smirk, he clicks his tongue
Looks at you again and smirks, you know the party is over
He grabs you by the hair and smashes his lips against you in a rough kiss
Grabs you by the elbows during the kiss and forces you to kneel in front of him, right next to the mirror
He pulls back from the kiss and pulls his sweatpants down
Panting, he lifts your chin with his fingers
“Now you’re going to see why I couldn’t focus thanks to you.” He warned, squeezing your cheeks and opening your mouth before sliding himself inside
He pulls your hair up in a ponytail, thrusting into your mouth mercilessly
“Look at you.” Slightly turning your head without stopping his thrusts
Doesn’t even stop when you gag
Grunts until he finally shoots his seed on your throat
Pulls his pants up and leans down to peck your lips as you gasp for air
“All fucked out, just how you wanted. This is what happens when you try to tease me.” With a smirk.
Haknyeon
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His eyes widen to look in your direction as soon as he feels your hand squeezing his thigh under the blanket
Sends you a warning look when you start going further
Clears his throat
You can feel his body tensing
“The boys are here. Stop it, now.” Against your ear
A choked grunt escapes his lips when you squeeze him
Causing one of the members to turn around
Gladly, no one notices because it’s dark
But he gets mad, really mad
“Go to the fucking hallway and wait for me.”
And you do, giggling to yourself
He waits for the right moment and goes to find you
When you see his pissed expression, you decide to run upstairs
To no avail
He stops you midway and pushes you to sit on one of the steps
Pulls your hands over your head and pins you down
Not even caring that you have edges against your back
“What do you think you’re doing?” He clicks his tongue
“It’s amusing how you dare to play with fire when you know how easily you’re going to burn.”
Grabs your face with his free hand and forces you to look at him
A devilish smirk forms on his lips
Then starts kissing on your neck
You’re at his mercy now
Hands going down to get his fingers between your folds just to hum when he feels your pooling arousal
Makes you stand up and bends you against the railing of the staircase
“Seeing that you want to put on a show, I’m going to give you what you want right here.”
He pushes your panties aside, placing kisses on your shoulder blades
“If you dare to make a sound, everyone’s going to know that you’re a filthy slut who wants to be fucked and that couldn’t stay still during a movie. And I promise I’ll leave you here all needy and without cumming. Got it?”
Sunwoo
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Playing hide and seek with the rest of the members
He looks at you confused when you push him against the wooden wall of the cabin and start kissing him right there and then
He places his hands on your hips and kisses you back
Grunts when you bite his lower lip and tug on it
Gets hard as soon as you start kissing on his neck and cupping his crotch
“S-Stop, fuck. They’re going to find us.” Through gritted teeth
You pull your hand away and he almost relaxes
But you want to still make out with him so he just kisses you back
When you start grinding on him, he gets all riled up
Then you suddenly pull away and smile innocently
But when you’re about to walk away to hide in another place
He grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall
Anger in his face
Swollen lips
“You’re not fucking going anywhere.”
He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants
You widen your eyes and ask him to stop because someone can see
Then he smirks with a dark expression
Lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist
Tightly pressed against the wall
His ego goes up when you moan at the feeling of the tip of his dick between your folds
“You better keep quiet then, we don’t have much time. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before pushing my buttons.”
Eric
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He is composing some music on his desk
Fully focused
When he feels you hugging him from behind, he turns around
Smiles sweetly at you
“Hi, beautiful.”
When you tell him you miss him, he sits you on his lap
“I’ll be done in a while, you can keep me company.”
But then you start shifting on top of him
Making him start to get hard
He grabs your hips and holds you down in place.
“Stop, please.”
You pretend like you’re going to stay still for a moment
But then you do it again
He groans
You feel his dick poking against your shorts
“Did you come here to just tease me?”
You turn around and smile innocently at him, telling him that you don’t know what he means
Turning your head, you start nipping on his jaw
His fingers digging on the flesh of your hips.
He lifts you up and lays you on the carpeted floor, towering over you
“Now that it seems like you won’t let me finish my job, you better brace yourself for what I’m about to do to you. I’ll teach you to behave.”
His strong hands pull your shorts down, looking into your eyes as his tongue darts out to run over his lip
Spreads your legs open
Lets out a breathy chuckle when he sees your scared expression
“Remember that you asked for this, sweetheart.”
Then buries his tongue between your folds.
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kiwixlime · 3 years ago
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Just Surrender
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Prompt: From @dailyau - We’re ending an affair, but neither of us is ready to stop it.
Pairing: Samuel Drake x Reader
Warnings: Smut, cheating.
A/N: I’ve been in my Sam feels a lot and this prompt just spoke to me. It is a one-shot, but I do have ideas for part 2… if anyone is interested.
Being in Sam’s bed, albeit the ultimate betrayal, is your favorite place to be. His body is so warm and strong wrapped around you, molding in a delicious rhythm against your own. His Earthly scent penetrates your skin and as your tongues roll against each other’s, you can taste the lingering essence of tobacco and cheap alcohol. He’s so uniquely handsome and spirited, there’s no place else you’d rather be most nights.
Key word being most. Tonight should have gone differently. You came here to end your affair with Sam and yet, here you are, head pressed to his plush pillows as he thrusts in and out of you. Your hands grasp his chiseled arms, fingernails piercing his scarred skin each time he hits that sensitive spot inside of you. He’s good, so good, and he knows your body better than anyone.
“Sam,” you pant, squeezing your legs tighter around his sturdy frame. God, his body is perfect. It’s like he was made for you, or you for him. You just…fit.
His eyes meet yours, darkened with lust and sparkling with adoration. He grins down at you, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips. Your breath catches as the candlelight illuminates his face and highlights all of the firm areas of his glistening chest. He’s so fucking sexy, you can’t stand it.
“Yes, princess?” He breathes and heat blooms to your cheeks as well as spreading through your insides. As much as you hate to admit it, you love when he calls you that.
“Faster,” you mewl, trailing your fingers from his biceps to his chest, scratching and marking your territory, even though he’s not really yours to claim. Fuck it, though. You’re too far gone, now. You sigh as he fills you, groaning in delight when he answers your request, fucking you faster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, spacing out letting Sam use your body however he pleases.
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, large hand sliding down your thigh, caressing your soft skin and dragging you closer. You don’t know how, but he manages to angle himself to brush deeper inside of you, making your body arch into him, stars bursting behind your eyelids. “You feel so fucking good,” he says, dropping his head, capturing your lips with his and swallowing every moan you give him.
You nod your head, mind clouded with lust, worsening when Sam moves from your lips to your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. He’s careful not to leave a mark, though it takes all of his self control to not paint your silky skin with love bites. The intensity in his gut deepens when you squeeze your velvety walls around his cock. He doesn’t stop the moan of your name that tumbles from his lips.
“I’m gonna cum,” you tell him, dragging the lobe of his ear between your teeth. Unlike you, he doesn’t care if you brand him with your teeth or your nails or whatever else you can give him. He’s not cautious, wanting, no, craving, your reminders littering his skin. And you’re all too happy to oblige. Heat of the moment, right?
Sam pumps into you at a quicker pace, gliding his rough hand down between the two of you, fingers eagerly finding your throbbing clit. You gasp as he works tantalizingly to bring you to climax. It’ll be the second time tonight, the first being moments ago when Sam could barely control himself at your sudden arrival, begging to eat your pussy on his work desk. Of course, you gave in.
“You close?” Sam asks, smirking as you writhe beneath him. Smug asshole, he knows you are. The way his hard dick slams into you coupled with his skillful fingers against your clit have you trembling, aching for a release.
“Sam,” you breathe. “Fuck, Sam, please, let me cum.”
“Do it,” he orders, flicking his fingers faster, fucking you the only way he knows how, the only way anyone knows how. He’s the only person who can bring you to orgasm so quickly. “Cum on my cock, princess,” he purrs. “Let me feel it.”
His deep, gravelly voice brings you to the edge and with a few high pitched whimpers, you let go. You moan Sam’s name, inflating his already huge ego as you cum. That alone is enough to coax him to his release. With a few brutal snaps of his hips, he grunts and spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you with that warmth that you love. He thrusts a few times, covering your walls with his cum before he collapses on top of you.
You both fall into a happy silence, smile on your face that you can’t get rid of. You run a hand down Sam’s sweaty back, wishing you could stay with him for the rest of the night. He hums into your skin, regretfully pulling out of you and falling to your side. His crooked grin makes your heart jump and all of the feelings you have been trying to forget about come crashing down around you.
“This can’t happen again, Sam. I came here to end things…” You say, breathing heavily as you compose yourself, still feeling the effects of your orgasm. The smile on your face has disappeared as you speak those sour words to his beautiful face.
“I know,” Sam nods with a frown. “You’re right. We’ll end it. Last time.” He breathes and this time, he sounds like he means it.
You both go silent again, wheels turning in your brain as you come down from your high. There’s so much you want to say to him, but you don’t have the words. Not the right words, anyway. Maybe this was a mistake…
“You have a girlfriend,” you say, reminding yourself of that fact. “And I have a fiancé.”
You think about Trevor, your fiancé at home. You think about the wedding you’ve planned and the plans he’s made for your future. You have to go back to him. That life. You don’t have a choice. That's all you know.
Here with Sam, you can be immature and free. You can be yourself, whoever that is. You don’t have to feel so polished and perfect like you do with Trevor. With Sam, you have fun. He tells you about his adventures and he even invites you on smaller trips. He’s so exciting and full of life. And he does things to you in bed that Trevor could never even think of.
Trevor is so proper and therefore, you have to be, too. He’s from wealth, with a well-known family, and he has important familial and political obligations. Trevor has style and worth and he treats you like a princess, which isn’t a complaint. Any girl would be so lucky to have that privilege. You know that. But Sam… Well, you are Sam’s princess.
“I love you,” he says, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s not the first time he’s said it, sometimes he throws it out while he’s inside of you, sometimes he says it before sex, sometimes after, like right now. So you’re not surprised when you hear it. You have the same response as always.
“You don’t,” you sigh, shuffling in his bed. “You just think you do because you don’t spend much time with her anymore…” You say, referring to his girlfriend, Jade. A girl you’ve met a few times, who seems nicer and nicer each time you see her. She obviously cares about Sam. You can’t keep doing this to her. Or to Trevor. It’s not fair.
You’re both being selfish.
“No,” Sam shakes his head, disagreeing with you in an instant. “I’m in love with you,” he says, crawling over the mattress to get to where you’re still laying, naked.
“I’m getting married,” you tell him with a pout.
“Leave him,” Sam insists, placing a chaste kiss to your bare chest. You shake your head and push him away from you, hesitantly getting up from his bed. You sigh, putting your clothes back on in a hurry. You’ve been here too long. Trevor will start to wonder. “Yes, baby. Leave him,” Sam says again.
“Everything is already paid for,” you claim. “The caterer, the venue, the flowers, the band, my dress! I can’t--”
“People end engagements all the time,” Sam tells you, ignoring your laundry list of wedding shit. “Feelings change.”
“I love him,” you say, making him believe it. Making yourself believe it.
“No, you don’t,” Sam scoffs at the words. He hates when you say that. He hates it more than when you leave his bed and go back home to Trevor. It’s bitter and it breaks his heart.
“Yes, I do,” you argue, getting annoyed not just at Sam, but at yourself as well.
“No, you don’t!” Sam finally snaps. “If you loved him you wouldn’t spend every other night with me. You wouldn’t lie about working late, or doing pre-wedding garbage with your best friend to cover up the fact that you’re in my bed -- to cover up the fact that you’re fucking me. You don’t love him.”
“I made a promise,” you say, lip quivering. “I love him, I do.” You swallow hard, pushing down the ball in your throat. You can’t cry in front of Sam. You just can’t.
“Maybe you did at some point,” Sam sighs softly, noticing your tense form. “But you don’t now. I know it. And it’s okay, babe. Sometimes…you think you’re supposed to be with a person. But then someone else comes along and you just know. Baby, I know--”
“So who is to say that the same thing wouldn’t happen with us?” You ask with a shrug of your shoulders. “We could go off and be happy until you meet someone or else…Or I meet someone else…”
“That won’t happen,” he brushes you off with a flick of his hand.
“How can you be so sure?” You ask, looking down at him. He’s still laying in his bed, arms tucked behind his head. He looks so casual, confident. How can he keep himself so collected at a time like this? You’re absolutely freaking out, mentally.
“Because you’re it for me,” Sam says simply. “It’s you, I know it’s you. I’ve been with a lot of girls,” he chuckles and you roll your eyes. Of course he has. “But none of them can compare.”
“Sam…” You shuffle awkwardly in place. You’re now fully clothed, but Sam is still bare ass in his sheets, reaching for his cigarettes. You’d give anything to join him.
“I know you feel the same way,” he argues, looking up at you through heavy eyelids. He’s sexy like this and no, fuck, stop it, you tell yourself. You also try to tell yourself that Sam is wrong, that you don’t feel the same way. Hell.
“What about Jade?” You question, not fully giving in to his ridiculous conclusion, but still curious.
“I don’t love her,” he says and it sounds harsh, but you want to believe it’s the truth. Oh, that’s terrible of you. “Princess…”
You sigh, biting your lip at the name. Sam is always using sweet pet names with you, his favorite being “princess” or “baby”. The only time he uses your actual name is when he’s angry, or really horny. It’s the complete opposite with Jade. You used to think it was because he never wanted it to come out that you’re having an affair. It’s easier to use a cute name like princess or baby so he doesn’t accidentally mix up the two of you. But he never calls her anything but Jade. He saves all of his sweetness for you.
“We can’t,” you tell Sam, shaking those realizations from your head. “I can’t. We have to stop.”
“I don’t know how,” he admits, face falling. “I’m so in love with you, dollface. And I know you love me, too.”
His words make hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes. He’s not. He can’t be. Sam Drake doesn’t fall in love. He falls in lust. He likes the thrill, adventure. And that’s what you are. That’s what your entire relationship is. It’s something forbidden and that gives him the adrenaline he craves.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Sam challenges, finally moving from his comfortable position in bed. He walks around the mattress, coming closer to your shy stance. He stops in front of you, but doesn’t touch you, just hovers, invading your personal space with his hot, naked body. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone forever.”
You pause at those words. Forever? That’s too long. Your breathing is getting heavy. You look into his eyes and your heart breaks. You can’t lie to him. You love him, you do. You love him more than anything. But what happens if you do leave your fiancé and you do settle down with Samuel Drake? When does he get bored with the risk out of the picture? When does he decide to move on?
“I can’t,” you respond, but your words aren’t very convincing. Your reserve is crumbling by the second. He knows it.
“Leave Trevor,” he says, no, demands. “We can run away together, go on an adventure,” he suggests and that confirms your feelings that he’s only in it for the excitement. But then, he surprises you. “Or fuck,” he adds with a loud laugh. “We could just go on a normal vacation, just me and you,” he grins and so do you. “Or we can stay here, together, be domestic and shit. Princess, I don’t care. I love you and I just want to be with you.”
There’s something about his words, the way he’s looking at you that makes you believe him. You want to believe him. Can you?
“Sam…” You start, but he stops you.
“I’ll go talk to Jade right now and end things. You can go tell Trevor. We can meet back here. Be with me,” he pleads.
You take a few deep breaths, really thinking about his words. You’d love nothing more. But that risk… Can you really just leave Trevor? It’s too much, you think. But Sam, oh, Sam. A smile breaks out across your face. Your decision is made.
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